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honeypiehotchner · 2 days ago

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Operation Lovebirds (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- oneshot

Happy belated Valentine's Day! In the spirit of making myself feel better, here's some unashamed fluff in between updates of The Gambit!

Summary: You make plans for the team to get drinks together after work on Valentine’s Day in an effort to make yourself feel better after a sudden breakup. The team decides to play matchmaker instead 😉

Warnings: oblivious reader, oblivious Hotch, PINING, YEARNING, past relationship/breakup woes, gender neutral terms for reader's ex, hotch is divorced but no foyet arc, awkward flirting (i think), happy ending ofc!!!

WC: ~5,200

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Aaron Hotchner since you started working at the BAU a year ago, it’s that he doesn’t go out.

You’re not really sure what it is that stops him, because even Rossi comes out with the team most nights, but in the year that you’ve been here, Hotch has come out three whole times. Three. In a year.

So, naturally, you’re the first to let the pure surprise show on your face when Hotch agrees to go out tomorrow night. In fact, you laugh.

He doesn’t.

“Oh my god,” you pause, smacking Morgan’s arm. “He’s being serious. Somebody get the champagne! Get me a calendar, I need to mark it.”

Hotch rolls his eyes at you, but there’s a small smile fighting at the corners of his lips like always when he hears your jokes. “Don’t get too excited. I might change my mind.”

(The truth is, after seeing how excited you are, he won’t change his mind. He hasn’t seen you smile in a week.)

A week ago, the person you were dating broke things off rather randomly. You aren’t even sure if you can consider them as someone you were in a relationship with, since based off their final message to you, it seems they didn’t see things that way. Regardless, it ended, and it was something that, for the first time, you had high hopes for. You thought it might’ve been real.

So, yeah, Hotch hasn’t seen you smile in a week. He knows something is wrong, but hasn’t had the courage to ask, in case he’s overstepping. The two of you get along just fine to work together, and you’ve had a few heart-to-hearts over the months, especially on late night flights when everyone else is asleep and you’re the only two wide awake. But those feel…different than this.

Hotch is just happy that his idea worked. He knew if he could joke about going out, it would put the bug in your ear, and you’d make the plans. Which is how he found himself agreeing to go out to a bar tomorrow after work.

Tomorrow just so happens to be Valentine’s Day. So what if Hotch selfishly wanted to spend the day with you in some capacity outside of the office, but was too scared to ask outright? So what if he’s a little happy at the fact that you have no plans other than inviting everyone out to drinks?

He’s a little worried given that he thought you were seeing someone, but he thought that was his imagination. You never mentioned dating anyone to anyone on the team, Hotch was just putting pieces together to hurt his own feelings.

Except. You haven’t smiled in a week, and you’re suddenly free for drinks after work…on Valentine’s Day.

Hotch tries not to think about it too much. He doesn’t want to think about you being sad any more than he’s had to this past week with your silent moods and halfway smiles. That alone has already twisted something into a knot in his chest.

“This is perfect!” your excitement is palpable. “This might be the first time I get everyone out at once. Derek, do not let me down. Bring your date!”

“Fine, fine,” Derek concedes. “I’ll ask her if she wants to come -- after her and I have had a very romantic dinner,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder in the same sibling way you always interact with Morgan, but Hotch watches you carefully, noticing the hint of sadness behind your eyes.

Fuck. You were seeing someone. That’s the only explanation, and they broke your heart -- a week before Valentine’s Day, might he add -- and it must’ve felt real to you because why else would you have that devastated look in your eyes?

Hotch, unsurprisingly, has harbored somewhat of a schoolgirl crush for you since about a month after you started working at the BAU. It took Rossi precisely one week to notice, but you’re going on month eleven of being blissfully unaware. Morgan has given Hotch a couple knowing looks but has yet to call him out on it. If JJ and Emily know (and they do), they haven’t said anything, least of all to you. Garcia is well aware after she caught Hotch watching you wistfully from his office one afternoon, but she hasn’t mentioned anything to you.

Rossi has, of course, tried to talk Hotch into making a move -- even a half-move, a hint of a move -- but Hotch refuses. Mostly because he had suspicions you were seeing someone, but also because he just can’t imagine someone like you having the same feelings for someone like him. It’s bizarre.

As everyone listens to your giddy pre-planning of where to go for drinks and what to wear, knowing looks are shared by the team -- looks that you and Hotch are left out of.

+++

You’re trying on the fourteenth outfit and trying to hold yourself together when you nearly cancel drinks to lie in bed in a pit of despair.

But that’s dramatic and irrational, so you try on a fifteenth outfit, say fuck it, and grab your car keys.

You’ll be a little early to the bar, but you don’t mind. Might as well get out before you lose the will to go back out again.

You just couldn’t stomach sitting inside, alone on Valentine’s Day, not during this rollercoaster of emotions that you’re feeling. Especially not now.

It’s not that you thought you had found the one, it’s the fact that you thought maybe they are. It’s not the fact that you were certain, it’s that you were so hopeful. You really thought things would go farther than that, and you never thought the crash and burn would be so random.

You really thought this time was different. Because it felt different, it felt good. Only for it to end the same as always.

You should be used to it by now, you think. People being uncertain of you. People being uncertain of how they want you in their lives. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in a relationship with someone only for them to decide that suddenly they aren’t ready for a relationship. It doesn’t make any more sense than it did the last time, but this one certainly knocked the wind out of you from how unexpected it was.

No matter, though. Because tonight you’re dancing, laughing with friends, and hopefully smiling so hard that you forget about it all hurting so much.

When you get to the bar, you’re the first one there, so you slide up to the bar and wave the bartender down, getting started with your first drink.

Unfortunately, no one cute catches your eye -- yet. You’re not exactly sure if you want to flirt with anyone tonight, but it could be fun. Could take your mind off things.

You’re halfway done with your first drink when Derek texts the group chat. Dinner got a little delayed. See y’all in a bit.

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he means by delayed. You snort and text back telling him it’s fine.

JJ is next. Couldn’t find a babysitter so Will and I are staying in! So sorry guys!

You frown, but it’s fine. You were worried about whether they'd be able to find a babysitter so soon.

No one else says a word, so you assume they’re all free.

Except that they don’t show.

You’re getting a little annoyed as the minutes tick by until you see, like a knight in shining armor, Aaron Hotchner walks through the doors.

You smile in pure relief and disbelief that he’s actually here, waving him over. He spots you and a soft smile settles on his lips, making a beeline for you at the bar.

Couples are sitting on either side of you, so Hotch stands behind you, your body suddenly very aware of how close he is.

“You look surprised to see me,” he teases.

You stare up at him, mystified. “Because I am.”

Hotch orders a whiskey on the rocks and another of whatever you’re having, opening a tab. Your brain short circuits a moment too late when you realize he’s just bought you a drink.

You don’t mention it, unsure of what exactly it means. Or what exactly you want it to mean.

When the bartender brings the drinks over, Hotch leans down to speak to you over to growing crowds and conversations. “There’s an open booth over there if you want to move somewhere more comfortable?”

Your mind spins with all kinds of inappropriate thoughts as you nod. “Booth sounds nice.”

You were unaware of just how many people had flooded into the bar since Hotch arrived, your focus clearly all on him and how close he was to touching you. Your fingers lightly touch Hotch’s back as you follow him through the crowd to the booth that he can see with his height.

Finally, you spot it, a miraculously free two-person booth at a table with a small lamp in the middle. It casts just enough shadows on Hotch’s face to make him look infinitely more attractive (something you hadn’t thought possible).

You’ve harbored a foolish crush on your boss since, well, the very beginning. It’s embarrassing.

Because you know that not only will he never feel the same way, it’s also highly against the rules at work and would be beyond frowned-upon. So, you suffer in silence, and try desperately not to think about what it might feel like to just kiss him. Just once.

That’s the alcohol and loneliness talking. You need to pull yourself together.

There’s precisely ten minutes of small talk before Hotch goes straight for the heart.

“How are you doing?” he asks.

For anyone else, it’s an unassuming question. It’s simple. It almost falls into the category of small talk, except it doesn’t. Not for two FBI profilers.

Still, you try to deflect with a shrug. “I’m alright. As alright as someone chronically single can be on Valentine’s Day, I guess. What about you?”

He’s not exactly in a different boat. He’s been single ever since his divorce a few years ago, as far as you know -- and you imagine you’d know because these sort of things get around in the BAU. The nosiest unit in the FBI, you always joke.

Hotch mirrors your shrug. “I’m alright.” He pauses, studying you. “I only ask because you’ve seemed…down lately.”

You grimace.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he quickly adds, almost scrambling. “I know this is odd, I’m your boss and we’re sitting at a booth in a bar on Valentine’s Day, but, I want you to know, if you do want to talk -- about anything -- I’m here. I want to listen.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment, feeling your facade as it slowly melts and drips away. “Thanks,” you avert your eyes, focusing instead on your drink that has barely two sips left. You have a comfortable buzz now, one that makes you a little quicker to let him in. “I was seeing someone that I was really hopeful about, for the first time, ever, and it ended randomly a week ago. Got a text just out of nowhere.” You pause, chuckling darkly. “I was in the middle of thinking about Valentine’s plans, actually, when I got the text. So.”

Hearing you confirm it out loud only makes Hotch’s heart twist and threaten to break. “I’m sorry,” he says, unsure of what else he can say, unsure of if there’s anything he can say to make it better. “I’m really sorry that happened.”

“Thanks,” you breathe, shaking your head a little to shake yourself out of it. You look up at Hotch and put on a fake, half-smile, the same one he’s seen you wearing the past week. “On to the next one, huh?” you joke. “If there even is a next one. If I even want there to be another one,” you add with a roll of your eyes. “I might have reached my limit for this shit.”

Hotch can’t even say that he blames you. “That’s understandable.”

There’s a trace of something in your eyes when you look at him, something he can’t read, but your smile is a little softer now, starting to look genuine. “Alright,” you clear your throat. “There’s my relationship woes. What about you? Breaking any hearts? Anyone breaking yours?”

He laughs at your change of subject, but shakes his head. “No, no, there’s no one.”

You frown. “Why not?”

He shrugs. “Haven’t really wanted to, I suppose.” I’m too much of a coward to ask you out on a date, according to Rossi. “Maybe soon, though.”

Excitement glints in your eyes. “Ooh, there is someone, I knew it! Tell me immediately.”

He just stares at you, fighting back a smile at your unbridled joy that he gets to witness. He is so glad he gets to see this expression on your face. “There’s not really someone, it’s kind of--” He pauses, looking down at his own glass, wondering how much he can say without giving himself away so embarrassingly. “I’ve been too afraid to do something.”

“Why?” you ask, sounding genuinely interested. “Is she dating someone?”

“She was,” he replies, perhaps too fast. “And I’m not certain she feels the same way, or else I’d have made a move by now,” he admits, thinking the whiskey is getting to him. “Maybe.”

“Aaron Hotchner, a shy, hopeless romantic,” you muse, leaning back in the booth with a smirk. “Who would’ve guessed?”

He gives you an almost pained look, hoping the awe seeps through the most. Because you have no idea, do you? You have no idea just what you do to him, just by talking to him, looking at him, making him laugh, letting him hear your laugh. He’s more of a goner than he originally thought.

He laughs off your teasing. “There are my woes,” he says, hoping that’ll be the end of it. “Where are the rest of the team, anyway?”

“Who knows,” you say, sounding unbothered, though you dig your phone out to see if anyone has texted.

If you and Aaron hadn’t been so caught up in conversation for the past hour, then you would’ve seen that everyone has said they can’t make it or that they’ll be “late” which is only code for they won’t show. You frown down at the messages, some almost forty-five minutes old now, wondering what they’re up to.

Aaron glances at his phone, too, finding a private message from David. Enjoy your date ;)

Hotch rolls his eyes, pocketing his phone. The team -- most likely led by self-proclaimed Cupid, David Rossi -- decided to play matchmaker. He should’ve known.

And you…you seem completely unaware.

“Whatever,” you exhale, exasperated. “I should’ve known better than to try to get everyone together on Valentine’s Day.” You pause, a sheepish look in your eyes. “I just really didn’t want to be alone, so,” you lightly tap Aaron’s leg with your foot, “thanks for coming and keeping me company.”

“Anytime,” he says, meaning it wholeheartedly. “Should we get another drink?”

You hum. “I was actually getting kinda hungry.”

“You read my mind,” Aaron smiles. “Do they have food here?”

“Probably shitty bar food,” you reply. You look up at him through your lashes, nearly knocking the breath from his lungs. “Wanna go somewhere else?”

He nods immediately, nodding toward the door. “Let’s go. I know the perfect place.”

You grin almost instantly, standing up from the booth. “Lead the way.”

+++

The perfect place that Aaron knows is a hole-in-the-wall, family-run pizza joint that he has frequented for years, probably ever since he joined the BAU and moved out here. It’s open late, and half-full of other couples when you and Aaron arrive.

“Hey, Tony,” Aaron greets the owner with a firm handshake and smile. “Table for two, please.”

You watch as Tony gives Aaron a look before repeating his words, “Table for two, you got it, right this way, Hotchner.”

The way Tony says his name is reminiscent of a coach talking to his favorite player, right down to the playful swat of Aaron’s chest. It makes you smile.

“And who is the lucky lady?” Tony asks nonchalantly as he places the menus down on the table by the window.

You giggle, introducing yourself. “I wasn’t aware Aaron had connections here.”

It could be a trick of the dim lighting, but you swear you see Hotch blush as he shakes his head.

“Oh, yeah,” Tony says, standing back as you both sit. “I’ve known him for years, always coming here alone on Valentine’s Day. I’m just happy to see he’s brought someone with him this time.”

“Oh, we’re--” you start to say.

But Hotch interjects with, “That’s enough, Tony, thank you.”

You furrow your eyebrows only a little. He didn’t deny what Tony is implying.

You ignore it. Because you can’t let yourself read into it. That’s what always ends up burning you. You need to ignore it.

Tony leaves to let the two of you look at the menu, albeit going with a mischievous smile on his face.

“What do you recommend?” you ask, trying to redirect. “Or should we just get a large and split it?”

“That might be easiest,” Hotch agrees. “Let’s do that.”

Tony returns to take your order and brings water with him, promising some wine if you’d like. You laugh him off and tell him the two of you just came from the bar.

When the pizza comes out, the two of you dig in, both having not realized just how hungry you were. With more water and food on your stomach, the alcohol has begun to wear off. But you’re still happy you’re spending the night with Aaron.

Whoever it is that he’s got his eyes set on, she’s one lucky girl. You know that for sure.

As the night winds to a close, you watch him more closely, wanting to memorize this. Because if you have any say in it, he’s going to get that girl that he’s so hopelessly in love with already. He deserves that. Even if it means you’ll never have another night like this with him.

So, you tell him just that as he’s dropping you back off at home. You turn toward him in the passenger seat, a sad smile on your lips.

“I’m going to give some unsolicited advice, okay?” you begin.

He laughs, clearly wary. “Okay. Go ahead.”

“Ask her out,” you say, hating the way you can feel the beginnings of tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. “Make a move. Don’t make her wait any longer. She might feel the same way, you never know, and you’ll never know, if you don’t ask her. So do it.”

He watches you, eyes studying every inch of your face. You don’t know it, but he’s trying to figure out why you look so sad as you’re saying this to him. How can you have no idea that it’s you, it’s always been you? How do you not know?

“That’s all,” you say, blinking the emotion out of your eyes. It’s gone so quick that he wonders if he imagined it. “Thank you for tonight, I really needed it. I’ll see you on Monday?”

He nods, all words foreign to him. “See you Monday. Enjoy your weekend.”

“You too,” you give him another smile.

He watches you leave, watches you get to your front door, waits for you to go inside. He stays there, waiting until he sees the lights turn on in your apartment, until he knows without a doubt that you are safe inside.

He drives away. And starts to think of a plan.

+++

Monday is a slow, tortuous day after a slow, tortuous weekend spent wondering yourself sick about if Hotch took your advice. If he spent the weekend with her, the girl that made his eyes go all soft when talked about her to you. If he was going to come into the office as a new man on Monday, feelings reciprocated, love radiating off him.

He didn’t, which you felt guilty for feeling relieved about.

He brought you a coffee, though. With a heart on the side of the cup. Probably from the barista who made it, you think.

It’s a paperwork kind of day, so everyone leaves by 4:30, even Reid, though he leaves so early because he has an event at a bookstore to go to. Slowly, everyone trickles out, until it’s just you and Hotch.

You’re avoiding your empty apartment. Hotch is finishing up his work, while simultaneously building up the courage to ask you to dinner.

Time is ticking, this he knows, and he starts packing up as soon as he sees you standing to rinse out your coffee mug.

You’re just finishing gathering your things when you hear Hotch leaving his office, locking the door behind him. You look up at him with a smile.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” you tease, gesturing around at the barren BAU. “Why do we keep doing this?”

It’s true that you’re usually the last two here, but this time feels different. There’s a different tension in the air that wasn’t here before, and you’re trying like hell to decipher if it’s good or bad.

“What are your plans for dinner?” he asks.

“Just leftovers or something,” you shrug. “You?”

“Well,” he says, letting out a soft, nervous laugh. “I was hoping to take someone out to dinner.”

You deflate a little. He must mean the girl. You try not to let it show in your tone, so you keep your head tucked, putting things away. “Did you ask her out? What’d she say?”

“That she had leftovers or something.”

Your hand freezes on your purse. You’re terrified to look up because if you do, then that means-- He can’t mean--

“I didn’t think I was so bad at this,” Aaron chuckles. “I guess it’s not muscle memory anymore.”

Slowly, slowly you lift your eyes. He’s sheepish. There is a blush on his cheeks, his smile is so damn hesitant, and you’re smiling before you can stop yourself.

“Aaron Hotchner,” you cross your arms over your chest. “Are you trying to ask me out on a date?”

“Emphasis on trying,” he says, looking so boyish. “Would you like to get dinner with me? Tonight, as a proper date?”

You nod right away, then stop yourself. “Wait, what about that girl you were telling me about?”

You’ve been “the other girl” before, and you refuse to do that again, not even for a man who looks like Aaron Hotchner.

But he laughs. Not at you, more at himself, at the situation. He shakes his head. “That girl is you,” he says. “I thought I was so obvious.”

“Wait--” you pause, blinking, the gears in your head stuttering and starting. “Me?”

He nods. “Since you started here. It was getting kind of embarrassing, according to Rossi.”

You giggle, unable to help yourself. Then pieces begin clicking into place. “Wait, so Valentine’s Day--”

“That was the team’s doing,” he nods to confirm. “Rossi got them in on it.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper. “And tonight?”

“Tonight was…just us being ourselves,” he confesses with a warm smile. “I didn’t tell any of them to leave so early.”

“And I just always stay a bit later,” you add. “Like you.”

“Like me,” he says. “Though you still leave before I do, most nights.”

“Yeah, because you sleep here, it seems like.”

“Hey,” he laughs, feigning hurt for a moment. “So…dinner?”

“Dinner,” you nod. “I’d love to get dinner with you, Aaron.”

“That’s a relief,” he breathes. “Can I take you somewhere again?”

You can take me anywhere you want, is what you want to say, but that feels a bit forward. “Of course,” you say instead. “Lead the way.”

+++

The team finds out the very next day, by pure accident.

Aaron drove you two to dinner last night straight from work, and the both of you were too caught up in it all to realize you left your car at work. Until it’s the next morning, you’re heading down to the parking lot of your apartment, car keys in hand, with your car nowhere to be found.

Aaron is walking through the BAU doors when his phone buzzes with a call from you. His heart skips as he answers, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, my love,” you reply easily. “Do you know where my car is? You get one guess.”

Hotch pauses, thinks, wondering why you’re asking him this question, until-- “Oh, shit,” he laughs. “I’ll come get you.”

“I can just take the bus,” you laugh just as hard. “I just wanted to tell you.”

You? On the bus? When he can easily just come get you? Absolutely not. “I’ll come get you,” he says again. “Let me set my things down, and I’ll be on my way to you.”

“Aaron--”

“Let me, please?” he asks, shoving inside his office to put his things down just inside the door. “I’m already walking back out to my car. We can get coffee and breakfast.”

“Okay,” you concede, finally. “I’ll wait.”

“I’ll be twenty minutes.”

It’s less time than that, actually, but you don’t call him out on it. Instead, you climb into his passenger seat with a smile.

“Long time no see,” you joke, buckling yourself in.

“I’m so sorry,” he laughs. “I completely forgot about your car.”

“I did too, don’t be sorry,” you reply, resting your hand on his arm. “It’s funny. And I’ll just drive it home tonight.”

He doesn’t want you to, he wants to always drive you around like this, but he doesn’t say that. He doesn’t want to come on too strong. “Okay. Well, for your troubles, we’ll get breakfast.”

“And coffee,” you sigh happily. “My turn to pick. I know the best place.”

He turns his phone toward you, the GPS already up. “Lead the way.”

When the two of you finally make it back to the BAU, the whole team is there, huddled around in the bullpen, clearly whispering about you and Hotch.

See, it’s rather suspicious when Hotch’s things are in his office, but he isn’t, especially an hour after he’s usually already got half the day’s work done. And your absence was noted too, as the minutes ticked by and no one had heard from you. And they knew the two of you were the last to leave last night.

Hotch holds open the glass door for you, laughing at something you’ve said (like always), the two of you unaware of the team meeting until you’re inside.

Everyone wears similar smirks.

“Hello lovebirds,” Rossi chimes. “We were wondering where you disappeared to.”

“Just breakfast,” you say with a shrug.

“Mhm,” Morgan hums. “Where’s my breakfast?”

“Go away,” you groan, swatting him. “Why are you all around my desk? Boundaries!”

Just like that, the crowd disperses with some laughter, and Hotch is free to escape up to his office. Rossi is quick to follow him, interrogating him about his night.

“It was a great night,” Hotch replies, not wanting to give anything away. “You are an instigator.”

“Did you kiss her?” Rossi presses on.

Hotch makes a sound of disbelief. Rossi looks appalled.

“You didn’t?”

“There is such a thing as taking things slow, Dave,” Hotch replies.

“Alright,” Dave concedes. “But dinner was good?”

“Dinner was great,” Hotch reiterates, unable to hide his smile. “Now get out of my office so I can get some work done.”

Rossi leaves with a smirk so smug that Hotch hopes his face cramps up.

+++

Later in the evening, when once again it’s just you and Hotch left in the office, Hotch decides to pack up a little early.

You’re in your own world, completely unaware that he’s heading out until he’s standing beside your desk.

You lift your eyes, realizing he’s watching you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he smiles. “Ready to go?”

You glance at the clock. “I was actually--”

He shakes his head. “Come on.”

“What?”

“As your boss, I’m deciding you’re done for the day.”

“Oh, really?” you quirk an eyebrow. “And there wouldn’t happen to be any ulterior motives, would there?”

He shrugs, all sheepish again. “If you happened to be free for dinner again, I wouldn’t say no.”

“And if I’m not free?”

He’s unbothered. “Then I’ll walk you to your car and let you get to your plans.”

“Not even a kiss goodnight?” you tease as you start gathering your things.

Hotch goes quiet. “That can be arranged.”

“Okay,” you murmur, standing with your things. “Let’s go.”

He reaches out for your hand which you easily hold onto, walking with him to the elevators. As you wait for one to arrive, you look at him, taking in his side profile. He catches you looking from just the corner of his eye, starting to smile.

Once you step onto the elevator, you break the silence. “I desperately need to sleep early tonight, so raincheck on dinner?”

He nods. “Of course.”

You pause, testing the waters. “Coffee tomorrow, though?”

He smiles. “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“That’s perfect,” you reply.

Hotch walks you to your car, as promised, and helps you set your things inside. He even opens the driver’s side door for you. You’re about to get inside when he stops you, one hand on your arm.

“About that goodnight kiss,” he says, a glint in his eyes that has your stomach doing flips.

You place your hands on his shoulders, gently looping your wrists around his neck. “Mm, what about it?”

His hands find your waist in no time, squeezing ever so slightly. “Can I?”

“You don’t have to ask,” you murmur. “And yes.”

You’re both smiling into it, softening when your lips finally connect. You feel it then, how this is what you’ve been missing.

Aaron is so gentle as he kisses, so timid in a way that only makes you want him even more. His hands never wander from your waist, except for one moment to cup your jaw, to brush his thumb over your cheek as he kisses you one last time.

He pulls back to watch you, your eyes still closed in bliss. When you finally open them, he’s smiling at you.

“That’s some goodnight kiss,” you tease. “Careful, or you’ll spoil me.”

He shakes his head. “I want to,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. “And I will.”

You bring one hand to his face, holding onto him in disbelief. “Goodnight, Aaron.”

“Goodnight,” he whispers, giving you one more kiss for good measure. “Let me know when you get home safe?”

You nod. “You as well?”

“Okay,” he smiles. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You nod slowly. “In the morning.”

Neither of you make any move to leave. In fact, it takes half an hour for you to peel yourselves off of one another, and might’ve taken longer if your stomach hadn’t growled.

Eventually, you part, and Aaron shuts you into your car, waving as you drive off before he walks to his own vehicle. He stares at his reflection in a bit of disbelief, wondering what he did to deserve someone like you.

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sylusonychinus · 3 days ago

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Does that mean it didn't mean nothing at all? Pt.3 Finale!

a/n: ITS HERE THE FINALE IS HERE

Part 1 Part 2

When you woke, it was to the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the distant sound of someone moving in your kitchen. Your body still felt like lead, but the fever haze had lessened, the headache now a dull throb instead of a pounding agony.

You blinked against the dim light, your blankets tucked securely around you. The last thing you remembered was—

Sylus.

The scent of sandalwood and whiskey was unmistakable. It lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of tea. You turned your head and found him seated by the small dining table, one hand wrapped around a mug, the other tapping idly against the surface. He looked tired, his usual sharpness dulled by something softer.

At the sound of your shifting, his gaze snapped to yours. Relief flickered across his face, followed by something else—something unreadable.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice hushed.

You swallowed, throat still dry. “Yeah.”

A beat passed, and then he was standing, crossing the room before you could even think to move. He crouched beside the couch, studying you like he was memorizing every detail.

“You scared me,” he admitted.

That… threw you. Sylus wasn’t the type to admit things like that. Not so openly. Not to you.

You let out a weak chuckle. “Didn’t mean to. Just—bad luck, I guess.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head. “You disappeared.”

Ah. So that’s what this was about.

You looked away. “You didn’t need me anymore.”

A scoff. “Didn’t need you?” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Do you have any idea what it was like? Coming back to find you gone? No warning, no message—just gone.”

Your throat tightened. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

Sylus let out a slow breath, composing himself. Then, with deliberate gentleness, he reached for your hand. His fingers were warm, rough with callouses, grounding.

“It mattered,” he said firmly. “You matter.”

The weight of his words pressed against something deep inside you, something you had buried for too long.

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t know what to say.

Sylus, ever patient despite his usual brashness, simply held your hand. He didn’t push, didn’t demand explanations. He just… stayed.

The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was filled with something else—something warm, something steady.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d even want me here,” he admitted after a moment. “But I had to see you.”

Your heart ached, your carefully built walls threatening to crumble. “Why?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

His lips quirked, but there was no humor in it—just quiet honesty. “Because I couldn’t stop looking for you.”

Your breath hitched.

Sylus had always been a force of nature, relentless when he wanted something. And right now, it seemed, what he wanted was you.

Your fingers curled slightly around his, a silent answer. A silent acceptance.

A hint of a smile ghosted across his face. “Get better first,” he murmured, squeezing your hand lightly. “Then we’ll talk.”

You exhaled, something in your chest finally loosening. Maybe—just maybe—you didn’t have to run anymore.

Maybe this time, you had something worth staying for.

His hand didn’t leave yours. Neither of you moved for a long while, as if afraid that breaking the moment would mean losing it forever. His thumb traced slow circles against your skin, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was memorizing the shape of your hand, as if afraid you’d slip away again.

“I used to think,” he murmured, voice barely audible, “that I could handle losing anything—anyone. That it wouldn’t matter.” His fingers curled slightly, as if testing your grip, as if grounding himself in the simple fact that you were still there. “But I was wrong. I couldn’t stand losing you.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You wanted to say something, wanted to tell him you felt the same way—that you had been just as lost without him. But the words tangled in your throat, choked by the sheer weight of what this meant.

Instead, you squeezed his hand tighter, letting the silence speak for you.

Sylus let out a breath, something like relief washing over his face. “Then don’t disappear again,” he said, and there was a quiet plea beneath the command.

You nodded, slow but certain.

Maybe this time, you’d stay.

3 years later~

Years passed, and the ghosts of the past slowly faded, leaving behind something new, something stronger.

The sun was setting over the quiet countryside, the golden light filtering through the windows of the small home you and Sylus had built together. It was a stark contrast to the lives you once led, to the chaos and uncertainty that had defined your past.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace of your wedding dress, fingers trembling slightly. The realization that this was real, that you had allowed yourself this happiness, settled over you like a warm embrace.

A soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.

“Come in,” you called.

Sylus stepped inside, his usual sharp edges softened by the tenderness in his eyes. He was dressed in a white suit, a rare sight, but somehow, he still managed to make it look effortless. He took a slow step forward, then another, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony,” you teased, voice light despite the emotions swirling inside you.

He smirked. “Since when do we follow the rules?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your lips.

For a moment, he simply stood there, as if trying to commit this moment to memory. Then, without a word, he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

Your heart swelled, the weight of everything you had endured leading to this very moment.

“I’m glad I stayed,” you whispered.

His hand found yours, fingers intertwining like they always had—as if they were always meant to fit together.

“I am too,” he said, kissing your forehead softly. “Always.”

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weneeya · 15 hours ago

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do you think you could write the “jacked and kind” prompt with suna or tsukishima, it’s so cute ahhh

jacked and kind pt.1 / pt.2 m.list | rules

pairing. haikyuu x reader

characters. suna, tsukishima, atsumu, aone

note. ofc i can! i decided to use your request as an excuse to make a part 2 so i put both suna and tsuki lmao, hope you'll love it as much as the first one <3

⎯ Suna Rintarou

Of course he saw the trend multiple times himself, you were well aware of it. He was the one to ask you if you wanted to do it with him, which made you laugh a bit.

“Kind? Since when?” You asked him, and it made him roll his eyes with an amused grin. You might be right on this point, but no one needed to know that he was, in fact, a real menace. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he told you and you raised your hands in the air to claim your innocence. After all, you weren’t the one who needed to make any effort for this.

Suna might not seem so jacked, but he was still a volleyball player after all. All the training wasn’t just to know how to play. You were nothing more than a feather with someone like him, but you didn’t expect to be lifted up so easily. It made you gasp in surprise, you had to admit it.

When he put you down and you walked to turn down the video, he waited beside you with his arms crossed and his stupidly annoying grin. “Didn’t think I could do it, uh?” You glanced at him before rolling your eyes, which made his grin go wider.

Yes, you knew he could do it, but you hated when he was right and so full of himself. Well, not really. It made him hot, even if you would never tell him that.

⎯ Tsukishima Kei

“I’m not doing this.”

You knew he would say this the moment you would ask him to do the trend with you. Tsukishima wasn’t a show off, so he didn’t see why he should be doing as stupid as showing anyone he could carry you on his shoulder. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just thought it was stupid.

But you kept on begging him, day after day, until he finally accepted. He had nothing to prove, he was just tired of hearing you asking him this anytime you could. So he let you install your phone, putting everything as you wanted.

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded. The moment after, you felt his hands grabbing you to carry you on his shoulder. You knew your boyfriend was tall of course, but you never realized how much until you were up there. He put you down not much longer after, and you quickly got to grab your phone.

You had a bright smile on your face that made him sigh before looking away, putting his glasses back up on his nose. Perhaps it was stupid, but if it made you so happy, it was clearly worth it.

⎯ Miya Atsumu

“I could do it too,” he said with a pouty face while looking at your phone from above your shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time he saw you looking at this trend, all kicking your feet and all. It wasn’t so impressive, you had a boy who could do it too. Why didn’t you ask him to do it? He didn’t want to be the one asking, but he tried to leave you messages so you would ask him.

“Wanna redo it?” You asked with a little smile, clearly understanding that he wanted to show off what he could do too. He nodded and moved away from you to stand up straight. It made you chuckle, how eager he was to prove things to you.

He remained cool the whole video, wanting to be your handsome and cool boyfriend for anyone who would see this. He held you like nothing on his shoulder, putting you down after flexing his other arm to show that you weighed nothing for him.

He was clearly too proud of himself for a stupid trend, but you would never be the one to break down his joy, so you let him proudly show off while watching the video, an amused smile on your lips.

⎯ Takanobu Aone

The boy was the definition itself of being jacked and kind. He was probably the sweetest person you had ever met, even if he might have scared you a bit at first, like anyone else. He was huge and impressive, never really speaking a lot. But you quickly learned to discover the cute boy Aone was really, the boy you loved so much.

He did not quite understand what you were asking him to do to begin with. Well, putting you up on his shoulder didn’t seem so difficult, but why did you want him to do this? Yet, he could never refuse you anything so he simply accepted without more questions.

Aone let you put everything in place before you walked closer to him. He waited silently the whole time, his hands resting on your hips and his eyes locked on you while waiting for you to tell him he could go.

In no time, you were already on his shoulder, his arm around your legs to keep you there safely. His eyes were never leaving you, and you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know what to do or simply because he loved looking at you ; because yes, Aone was the type to stare.

You gently patted his arm with a smile, and he simply put you down on the floor as easily as he carried you. You couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit while looking at the video. He really was looking at you like a lost puppy ; a big puppy, yes, but an adorable one. If one thing was sure, it was that Aone only had eyes for you.

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sleepyswriting · 2 days ago

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Have a baby by me, baby and be a millionaire

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Sukuna. R

Sukuna pays to breed you for an heir

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Warnings: !true form !Sukuna, village girl !reader, Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, power imbalance, noncon/dubcon, breeding, psychological and emotional manipulation, stalking, captivity, emotional distress, physical domination, possessiveness, slight size kink

Sukuna the king of curses offers you, the pretty little thing in the nearby village a handsome reward if you let him stuff you with his cock and impregnate you

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Word count: 4.7k

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Author’s Note: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you like this, this is my first time writing something dark <3 it is edited I went through and edited it but I’m dyslexic so had my friend look through to see if I missed anything :D

Sukuna wanting you to have his child happened by accident. He remembers the day he first saw you, he was standing by the river north of the village so he was closer to the forest. He was cleansing his hand from the blood of his very recent hunting session when he saw you coming along carrying a wooden bucket. He watched as you squat down to fill the bucket and by God you were the definition of the word beautiful, honestly he thought you were too good for the word beautiful, you deserved something more than just plain ole beautiful. Everything about you gave soft and nurturing. The gentle way you looked at your younger sibling as they babbled about whatever, the bright smile when they said something silly that made your eyes crinkle ever so slightly, he couldn't miss the way your eyes shone and your skin glowed in the setting sun. Something about you made him want you in every sense of the word and he couldn't figure out what or why. All he knew was that he needed you, to have you, to own you, to ruin you. Nothing was going stop him from having you

He quickly retreated into the woods to make his way back to his estate, the land filled with concubines. He was ready for a heir to raise and train to be the next him, he was going to have one of his many concubines carry his child but the more he thought about it, he didn’t want one of his plain Jane concubines to have his child. Every time he thought about an heir, your face would pop up in his mind. He wanted you. He went back to the river everyday to see if he could catch you again. He had heard through the grapevine that there was a man in so much debt, he would pass it on his grandchild, but when he found out that that man was your father, he was ready to make a deal with you that you couldn’t decline. The day he finally caught you, after weeks and weeks of watching stalking he finally saw you again by the river with the same wooden bucket from last time. He slowly approached you, he didn’t want to scare you and make you flee, he had to be fragile with you, you were just a tiny human after all. He slowly approached you, clearing his throat to alert you of his presence. He saw your head snap up and took it as a sign. He looked at you as he stood at your side. “What is a pretty thing like you doing here all alone? It isn’t safe, you could be hurt.” His voice gruff and husky as his eyes watched your body language for any type of reaction. You were hesitant at first, not sure if you should respond to this random man, but your mother always said to be polite “I-… I’m getting water for cleaning.” There was a brief moment of silence between you before you spoke up again. "If I may ask… who are you?" His gaze unconsciously softened at the question, the way your voice was so full of warmth when talking to someone like him made his heart flutter. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been watching you for sometime now and I won’t lie, you’ve caught my attention. My name is Sukuna, Ryomen Sukuna now that pleasantries are out the way, I’d like for you to have my heir.” He watched as you choked out a response, your pretty little eyes going wide in surprise and your cheeks warming up to be a warm hue of pink. He wouldn’t be lying if he said the sight didn’t make his cock harden under his kimono. “I beg your pardon? I don’t even kno-“ Sukuna cuts you off, his shoulders laid back and he his head held high as he spoke again. “I’ll give you 200 gold,” his voice smooth, but with that dark edge. The words slid from his lips with an almost casual cruelty, like it was nothing. And yet, to you, it was everything. The weight of it felt like a punch to the gut, and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. “Take your time, little one. But don’t keep me waiting.” 200 gold!? That was more than enough to pay off your family’s debt and then some. “Take a few days and think about it, hm?” He said as he stood up and fixed his stance, his red eyes glaring down at your hunched form. He knows his offer landed, only a fool would reject that much gold. “I’ll be back in four days time to hear your answer. Farewell, woman.” He turned on his heels before walking away, his hand waving slightly. You watch as he disappears into the forest, a dumbfounded expression left in your face. You can't even begin to process the offer this strange man proposed to you. You stand up, carrying the bucket now full of water that feels like it weighs more than it usually does. You enter your family home bringing the wooden bucket to the kitchen, setting it down gently before walking to your room. You laid on your futon your mind racing. 200 gold is a lot and your family desperately needed the money, it would make everything so much better. Was having a baby with a stranger really worth it to get your family out of poverty? You stew on it for the night but ultimately you decided to agree to the offer. You never thought you would stoop this low and sell your body, but you loved your family and wanted the best for them even at your expense.

It goes against your morals but seeing your father slave away at multiple jobs just to slowly pay off his debt and provide for his family broke your heart. He was working himself to death. You felt so helpless, you offered to go out and find jobs as well but your father always smiled and shook his head and told you not to worry about it, you try to justify it in your mind by saying that this was the only option, you would have this man's child and your family's problems would be gone, but deep down you felt ashamed and a bit disgusted with yourself for accepting but what other choice do you have? You wait for him to come and like he said he met you at the river, he stood tall with his arms crossed against his chest, he eyes felt heavy on you as he awaited your answer. "What’s your decision?" Sukuna’s voice cut through the air. There was no kindness in it now—just an edge of something darker. The red glow of his eyes seemed to pierce you. "Answer me." You shifted your weight as you try to control the tremble in your voice. “Would I get the gold before or after?” There is a brief silence as if he was pondering his answer. “I’ll give you 100 gold now and the other half once you give birth to my child. Does that pleases you, little one?” The way he says little one sounds degrading, like he’s belittling you for your size compared to his. You nod your head, your eyes watching his arm move into his haori and handing you a small red pouch. You hold the pouch in your hands as you feel the weight of your decision but there’s no backing out now. “Can I… give this to my family?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he sticks his chin out. “Don’t take long.” You nod before quickly running to your family home, opening the shoji before stepping in. You prepared for your departure days earlier, you didn’t want your family to worry so you lied and told them you were going to travel and you were unsure when you would come home. You left the pouch on the chabudai with a prewritten letter saying your final goodbyes because you knew they would convince you to stay. You step back out softly closing the shoji screen and made your way back to the river… to your new life. Once you approached him, he silently turn and started walking into the forest, expecting you to follow behind him, which you did. Silence filled the air as the two of you walked in the forest, the only sounds coming from twigs and leaves snapping and crunching under your weight and an occasional hoot of an owl. The silence was suffocating, making you wish he would say something to you. You walk for what seems like forever before finally entering his property, you saw a couple concubines in the courtyard doing chores or interacting with each other, as the two of you drew near, the concubines stopped what they were doing and bowed to Sukuna and welcomed him home. He didn’t even give them a second glance as he lead you into the estate. He took you to a room and he opened the kichō and you looked inside, the room was bare beside a futon. “This will be your chamber until further notice.” You turned your head to look at Sukuna as he spoke to you, his voice gruff. “Any questions, little one?” You shook your head and looked back to your new room only for a rough, calloused hand to grab you by your face roughly. His grip on your jaw tight as he forced you to look at him. “You are to verbally reply to me”, he growled. “None of that nodding or shaking of your head. It won’t be tolerated and will lead to you being punished. Is that understood?” Your breath hitches as you quickly sputter out "Yes I understand" "Yes I understand my Lord" he sneered as he corrected you. You didn't want to call him my lord. You didn't even want to be here. You hated him. Hated him for making you that offer, for pulling you into this twisted game. You could be home with your family, safe and free- but instead, you were in a cold, lifeless estate with a man who only wanted to use your body. And yet, you could only blame yourself for forgetting how easily you could fall into this trap.

His grip tightened around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. The pressure stung, making you wince. It was a warning. A reminder. "Y-yes… I understand, m-my Lord," you stammered, the words slipping out of you like a reluctant confession. He smirked. "Yes, that's more like it." His fingers left your face, but the ache remained, a constant reminder of his power. You rubbed your sore jaw, the fear creeping under your skin, a slow burn that you couldn't ignore. You turned toward your room, eager for the escape. But he grabbed your arm, spun you back around. His gaze was sharp, his annoyance unmistakable. "I didn't dismiss you yet," he growled, voice low and cold. "Nor have I finished speaking. "Your breath hitched in your chest, the harshness in his tone making the room feel smaller. Couldn't he let you go just for a moment? "You may go where you please-besides my chambers." His words were a command, chilling in their simplicity. "You are to remain on the & ate. And if you need anything… don t bother me. The servants are here for a reason. Use them.” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand, walking down the hall till his body was out of your vision. You enter your chamber and sit on your futon, burying your face in your hands, you let out a sob. What have you gotten yourself into? But then you have to remind yourself- this is for your family’s benefit. You sigh, flopping onto the futon, closing your eyes. You wanted to go home, you wanted to go to your family and help your mother take care of the chores and the land. Now you were in this unfamiliar room, waiting to be summoned for breeding. You honestly hoped he’d ask for you sooner rather than later but that’s not what Sukuna had plan. He was going to let you sit and simmer in anticipation. You don’t know when he’s going to strike and he loves how it makes you squirm how antsy you’re becoming. He lets you do as you please around the estate, he watches from afar, interacting with the combines who throws fake smiles and giggles to you, he’s not surprised they’re being so hostile or indifferent towards you. You were new and their Lord has took an interest in you and not them. When they were getting a little hostile he would come out and make his presence know, watching as his concubines start behaving and reeling in the way you would tense up. He enjoyed watching you squirm from just him being near you, he knew that you were waiting for when he would take you and he was going to take you, whether you liked it or not. You’ve been waiting for him to take you for what feels like years, you’ve only been getting more antsy and anxious, and he hasn’t even done anything. He silently approaches and he won’t acknowledge you, he’ll talk to a servant or concubine you with but you don’t miss the way his arm subtly brushes against yours which makes you tense up, your heart starts to race. But after awhile you let your guard down. You start to think he won’t actually do anything to you. Has he lost interest? Did he change his mind about you bearing his heir? Once Sukuna senses that your guard is down is when he decides to strikes. He enters your room while you’re peacefully sleeping, he fixes your position making you lay on your back. His eyes roamed over your sleeping form, you were only wearing a flimsy kosode. It was the only thing keeping him from you. He doesn’t bother taking the kosode off he simply pushes it up, he wants you and he’s not going to bother stripping you of clothing. He nudges your legs apart, taking in the sight of your pussy, and it’s all his. He palmed his cock through the fabric of his uchikake before freeing it through the slit. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds, making you squirm. His gaze moved to your face taking in the way your breath hitched and your face scrunched up as he rocked his hips so his tip would brush against your clit. He wanted you to wake up and see what he was doing to your body, he wanted you to wake up and scream and try to fight him only for him to shut you up.

His lower set of arms roughly grabs your waist as his upper set of arms moves up to your chest, grabbing your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple in between them. You started to stir from your sleep, a small whine leaving your lips as your eyes start to flutter open, vision still bleary. You see this large frame looming over you, you blink to focus your vision and you start to recognize the shadowy figure as Sukuna. You tense up, freezing as you realize he’s rutting his cock against you. You go to scream but his free hand covers your mouth before a noise can even escape your throat. “Hush little one, be a good girl and take it.” You start to thrash around, trying to push him off of you and scratching his skin but it was futile, you were so small and weak compared to him. “Now tell me little one,” he ruts against you earning an whimper you didn’t even want to come out of your mouth, his eyes darken hearing your pretty little noise, he wanted to hear more. “Did it make you ache for me?” Your lips part to say something, but nothing comes out as you yell at your brain to say anything, to deny it. Your body betrays you, heat coiling in your lower belly despite the fear you feel hammering in your chest. He chuckles at your silence and at the way you tremble beneath him as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds. You felt your eyes prick with tears as you try to squirm and wriggle away but his grip on your waist keeps you in place. “S-stop… please…” you plead not sure if you’re wanting him to stop because it hurts or because it’s too much. “Stop?” He purrs, his lips curling into a smirk. “I paid for you so I’ll take you when I please.” He started to snap his hips, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “Be grateful” he uncovers your mouth and leans over you until your chest to chest. “I could have taken you that first night.” He murmured, dragging his teeth against your cheek. “I could have fucked you raw against the cold ground of that river bank.” His tongue flicks out, licking a slow stripe against your jaw. He pushed forward, his thick shaft stretching you, white hot pain hits you instantly as he stretches you beyond your limit, the tears that pricked your eyes now spilling down your cheeks as you dug your nails into his flesh. You try to wriggle away once more but he’s still keeping you in place not planning on letting you go nowhere. “Shhh, take it little one.” He cooed, though there was nothing gentle about the way he fills you to the hilt, bottoming out in one ruthless stroke. Your breath comes in shallow, broken gasps. Your gummy walls clench involuntary around him, your body struggling to adjust but it only makes him groan in satisfaction. “Fuck,” he grits out, his forehead pressing against yours. “So fucking tight, like this cunt was made for me.” His eyes rolled back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to place yourself elsewhere, you wanted to be anywhere but here, only for his hand to move to your throat, his grip firm but not yet choking- just enough force to make you look at him. “Eyes on me little one” he ordered and when you don’t comply fast enough his grip tightens. “ I want you to remember this. Remember who’s filling up your pussy, remember who’s gonna use this pretty pussy when he wants.” Tears roll down your cheeks as he starts to move, his pace slow but punishing as he dragged out every sensation. The worst part was your body was starting to enjoy being stuffed full of cock. He watches every emotion that flickers across your tear streaked face- pain, fear, shame but beneath it all there’s something else that you’re so desperately trying to ignore. Your body keeps betraying you, gripping his base despite the overwhelming stretch, the way he’s forcing you to take every inch of him. He groans, his grip tightening around your throat just enough to remind you that he’s in charge. “That's it, sweetheart” he murmured, dragging his fangs along your jaw line, relishing in the way you shudder beneath him.

“You’re taking me so well, almost like you want this.” He growled, his hips snapping forward, driving himself deeper into her. You let out a sob mixed with a moan that you accidentally let slip, your trembling hands weakly push at his broad chest despite knowing how useless it was. “Please…” your voice hoarse, barely a whisper as the words come out. You honestly don’t know what you’re pleading for. For him to stop? To be gentler? For him to hurry up and finish? Sukuna chuckles, his amusement sending a new wave of humiliation through you. “Please what?” He taunts, his thrusts becoming more sharper and deliberate. He leans in to your face and drags his tongue across the side of your face catching tears. His lower arms slide beneath your thighs, lifting your hips slightly, angling you just right so he can bury his cock even deeper, the new position has your eyes rolling back as you try to keep your mewls in, you don't want him to know that he's making you feel good. "Tell me, sweetheart- do you want me to stop?" You shake your head but he just laughs at you. "Not you, little one I'm talking to your cunt." He growled snapping his hips forward. "Let's hear what she has to say, hm?" The room goes quiet as his hips keep rolling, soft, obscene squelches echoed as their bodies moved together, his cock dragging along your sweet spot, eliciting a whimper from you as you try to turn away from his intense gaze as you attempt to hide your flushed face from hearing how your body was reacting in ways you didn't want it to. He grabbed your face holding it in place, making your eyes lock. "She's so talkative isn't she?" His eyes darken when you don't answer which lead to you mustering a nod, he lowers his head into the crook of your neck nipping and sucking at the flesh, leaving dark purple hickeys, you try to pull your head away only to be disciplined with a harsh smack on your thigh causing you to whimper, the spot now red and stinging. His fingers trail down to where you're stretched around him, where your body is molding to fit him. He groans , his red eyes darkening as he watches his cock disappear into you over and over again. "Look at this, little one, "he breathes, almost in awe "You were struggling so much, yet your greedy little cunt is swallowing me so perfectly." You feel shame under the pleasure you're being forced to feel as fresh tears slip down your temples. You want to deny it but you know that he ca feels the way your velvety walls flutter around his length, the way your breath stutters with every brutal stroke. And Sukuna is nothing if not observant. His smirk turns cruel. "Oh, you hate this, don't you?" he taunts, his pace slowing down to an agonizing grind. "Hate the way your body responds to me. Hate the way I fit inside you." He lifts his head from your abused neck and flicks his tongue over your trembling lips before whispering against them, "Hate that you're sloppy wet for me." Air catches in your throat because you can feel it- the slickness coating his length, making his assault on your pussy much smoother and easier. He laughs, his already big ego swelling at the sight of you unraveling- submitting beneath him. "Such a stubborn little thing," he muses, dragging his fangs down the column of your throat, nipping at the delicate skin there. "You can fight all you want, little one, but your body knows the truth." His hips snap forward suddenly causing you to cry out, your fingers twisting into the sheets as pleasure and pain take over. He gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pounded into you. The sound of skin on skin filled the room. His cock throbbed in you as you started getting noisy, the sounds you were trying to keep in slipping from you as his tip bullies your cervix. Your once sobs now replaced with whimpers as your hips buck involuntary. "Look at you taking me so well," he grunted "Just as noisy as her." He taunted, a twisted smirk on his face. "This wasn't such a bad deal after all," he murmured as her dank his teeth into your neck.

"Get to have this sweet pussy whenever I want," he growls, his tone possessive, almost feral, as his cock pistons into you. Your cunt clenches around him, back arching as pleasure overtakes you. Your vision blurs, jaw slack, a helpless moan slipping free when he slams into that devastating spot that leaves you seeing stars. Your body started to shake beneath him from the overwhelming pleasure you were finally allowing yourself to feel. It was just to good to deny anymore, you didn't care that you were moaning and crying out for him in his ear. Your frame began to tremble as that coil in your belly was getting ready to snap. His upper set of arms wrap around you, holding you close, his touch strong and oddly warm. "Poor thing, you need me to cum don't you?" You lets out a soft whine as he groans, his pace growing rougher and more erratic. He was close too, you can feel it- the way his grip tightens, the way his breathing becomes heavier. "You're gonna give me a strong heir," he growls against your skin, his voice thick with lust. "'M gonna fuck you full- of my seed every night til your belly swells with my child." Your thighs trembled, slick with your wetness, chasing the high you had so desperately tried to fight against in the beginning. Your stomached tensed as the coil snapped. Your vision blurred, back arched off the futon and your breath broke into shattered moans and cries. As he fucked you through your release he could feel his building, his balls tightening as he kept his brutal pace. He let out a guttural groan as he felt your pussy clamp down around his cock, your body shaking. He could feel your slick gush out, coating his shaft, the sensation pushed him over the edge. His hips slammed forward one last time before he buried his cock deep in your pussy, his tip kissing your cervix as his cock throbbed and pulsed as he filled you with is thick cum, claiming you as his. He pulls away from you, letting you go and exiting your room. You expected it but you couldn't explain the way you felt used, you knew he only wanted to get you pregnant with his heir but it still hurt. What you didn't expect is for him to come back to you with a glass of water for you. He laid back onto the futon, the room smelled of sex. He wrapped his lower set of arms around you cradling you to his chest as he held the glass up to your lips as you drank. He stroked your hair as he whispered praises to you. "You did so good for me, little one." He said sweetly as he placed a kiss on your forehead, setting the glass aside when you finished drinking. "Took me so well, well done." His grip on you tightened as he cuddled you, he made you feel safe from some reason. "I take care of what's mine, you belong to me now." He pulled the covers over the two of you leaving a few words before he falls asleep while holding you. "Your father can't protect you like I can." You lay awake, shame taking over now that your high is faded but you also left with a craving for more. Every morning and every night he fills you with his seed and you've started to enjoy it. You look forward to it everyday, being stuffed with his cock and just being around him. And every day like routine he comes to you until he doesn't and it left you confused. You wait all morning for him and he doesn't show so you go looking for him, feeling oddly empty without. You find him sitting at his throne with a concubine standing by his side. You couldn't help but stand there wondering if you weren't his priority anymore. And seeing him with someone that isn't you pissed you off. You wanted his attention on you and only you. He sees you looking and summons you in front of him. His gaze is on you as he sits on his throne, one leg over the other and his arm propped up on the arm of the thrown so he can rest his head in his hand. He pats his thigh, telling you to sit so you crawl into his lap, pressing your form against him. You look up at him your eyes filled with defeat as you speak, "Please?" Sukuna smirks, reaching out and tilting your chin up, 'Please what, little one?”

Your eyes search his, looking for an answer, but you couldn't come up with one. You realize that he's won. You don't even know what your begging for anymore. All you know is that you need him and you crave him.

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kiyo-cant-write · 3 days ago

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Imagine octavinelle with a shrimp merman ? I don't remember if they are actually called that 😭😭

octavinelle with shrimp merman ✧･ﾟ

Thank you for requesting! I am sorry this took so long. Uni makes me literally want to cry sometimes when it keeps me from finishing things. Also happy Valentine's Day!! 💕 🍫 🍬 Lol, it's 1:30am in the morning for me! I'm sleeping now! Enjoy~!

If I made a mistake, please do request again btw!

Summary: The reader is a shrimp merman. What does Octavinelle think of their classmate?

TW/CW: Just some tweel-typical implied violence/bothering

Notes: pre-relationship, male reader, he/him pronouns for the reader, the reader is NOT Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect, the reader is explicitly in Octavinelle and a first-year at NRC

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[Name] is a shrimp merman, not an uncommon species but not a common one either. Growing up in the Coral Sea, he is now among the students at NRC who attended "land camp" to learn how to walk among humans in a form gained by taking a special potion.

Once he arrived at Night Raven College, he was promptly sorted into the dorm of the benevolent Sea Witch, Octavinelle. It was there that he met the housewarden and his... assistants? Associates?

Just what kind of place is this??

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul doesn't feel any which way about [Name] being a shrimp merman though he does note there aren't many of them.

Even back home, he had only heard of a handful (maybe)

The real annoyance sets in when the twins decide this is a perfect reason to pick on or otherwise bother [Name].

While Azul tolerates it to a degree, Floyd takes it too far.

Azul ends up having to step in and that is where the friendship begins between [Name] and Azul.

Meet cute where boss saves you from his minions-

Azul is a surprisingly caring friend when he genuinely likes someone. He might seem a bit detached at times but the boy is just scared of getting hurt again like when he was younger.

Azul sometimes forgets [Name] is a shrimp merman.

Azul tries not to think about being an octomer.

He may or may not be projecting this onto [Name] as well.

All in all, Azul doesn't mind [Name].

[Name]'s species doesn't affect how he sees him.

He would only worry if the other merman seemed to know of his past. Then he would force him to sign an NDA.

Azul was not expecting to find a shrimp merman in his lounge before opening and being just about harassed by not one eel but two. Floyd, he could ignore. When was Floyd not doing something vastly inappropriate for the situation because it seemed "fun"? But Jade knew better. Or, in Azul's mind, he did. However, the octomer was reconsidering that sentiment as he watched the shrimpmer get tossed between Jade and Floyd.

Right, left. Right, left. Right...

"Jade, Floyd," Azul spoke in a firm tone of voice as he walked over to the twins, "What exactly are you doing to this person?"

He saw Floyd let out a sigh at being caught whereas Jade simply smirked a closed-mouth smile that made Azul vaguely uneasy (a natural response to Jade Leech in these situations). Both of them, however, made no moves to let go of the other boy.

"The two of you have work to be doing," Azul reminded, teeth gritted as he wanted to smack at least one of them (probably Floyd).

"We do, but this seems like such fun," Jade responded.

"Yeah! You never let us do anything fun, Azul," Floyd added.

The octomer sighed this time, shooting them a glare. They knew he might do something they didn't like if they pushed him enough. And that wasn't something either twin would risk just for a few minutes of fun, maybe for something more worthwhile, but not just throwing an underclassman around. That would never be "worth it" to them.

"Jade, Floyd, get back to work," Azul told them once more.

"Of course, understood," Jade offered, releasing the grip he had had on the shrimpmer's shoulder at last, "I will do so right away."

Jade seemed keen on pretending he hadn't misbehaved. Azul didn't even want to say anything. He ignored the look of relief that crossed the shrimpmer's face at being let go by at least one of the eels.

"Maa, fine," Floyd agreed a few seconds after Jade, pushing the shrimpmer toward Azul as he spoke, "You play with him, then."

With that, Floyd turned to walk away, not realizing what he had done.

[Name], not expecting to be pushed, went flying toward Azul, who had to reach out at the last minute to catch them. [Name]'s arm got caught in Azul's scarf, and Azul's cane tripped [Name] again... And the two fell to the floor with [Name] having his palms against the cool floor of the lounge and Azul's head pinned between them.

"Ehhh?" Azul managed to let out a sound between surprise and horror as he realized the kind of position they were in.

He could hear the twins snickering, watching instead of returning to their posts before the rush began. He would get them or this later.

"I'm sorry, senpai!" [Name] began, shifting to move away from him and only complicating the position the two were in, "Ah, sorry again..."

"Just..." Azul began, "Just stop it."

He tried to ignore the heat on his cheeks, the deep color his face probably was at this point. He could pretend it wasn't happening if he just waited it out. But he also couldn't. He was in the middle of the floor and customers would arrive soon.

Slowly, he moved to take the other boy's forearms in his gloved hands and push him away from him in the least awkward way possible, all the while hearing the shrimpmer apologize some more.

Once they were disentangled, all the while Floyd and Jade just watched in amusement instead of helping (really, Azul wanted to punch one of them so badly), Azul glanced awkwardly at the shrimpmer before he sighed in defeat and spoke again.

"You may have whatever drink you like for free today," Azul told him.

"Really?" he asked Azul, surprised by the offer.

"It was my employees who did this to you, it's an apology and an offer to buy your silence for what just happened."

It was only the right thing to do, Azul told himself.

"Oh... Oh! I won't tell anyone," [Name] promised, offering a slight smile, "Thank you for the drink, senpai."

"Of course," he told them, still sounding winded and a bit tired.

Oh, yes. Azul would be thankful to head back to his office after this.

"I'm [Full Name] by the way," the shrimpmer added before he found a table and began ordering his drink from one of the twins (Azul really couldn't care less which one was doing it as long as they were working and not harassing random students that wouldn't benefit the lounge in some way-).

But that name stuck in his mind as he returned to his office.

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Jade Leech

Jade is intrigued to an extent but it's nothing special.

Even if they are not common, they are still merpeople. Right?

Jade is far too captivated by the land (though he denies it) to be captivated by something that is so similar to his homeland.

He speaks politely to [Name] and teases him along with Floyd.

But this is normal tweel behavior and not because [Name] is a shrimp merman. Jade doesn't really care about that.

What matters to Jade is [Name]'s interest.

He will be happy if the other boy expresses interest in his club.

Jade's interests are intense and specific.

Something will need to fit into them to have his full attention.

Otherwise, he only focuses on things that apply to "work."

Azul asks him to research so many things.

Being a Vice Housewarden is tiring, you know!

As he gets more comfortable he may mention these sentiments to [Name] but it's unclear if those are real or crocodile tears.

Jade is forever shrouded in mystery as someone very guarded.

"Floyd-senpai called me a snack in the potentially cannibalistic way today," [Name] told Jade as he walked up to him wearing the best kind of outdoor clothes he could muster from his closet (which ended up being PE clothes).

"Oya?" Jade offered, feigning a worried expression for a moment before posing a question, "And what did you say to my brother?"

[Name] shrugged.

"I said I had to meet you for a hike and left," he told Jade, "I was already running late. Sorry about that!"

He laughed slightly, unsure if Jade would be upset or not. They weren't super close friends. [Name] asked Jade if he knew anything about the local flora on the island and Jade had gone on a twenty-minute rant about a local variety of mushrooms. Now they were going on a hike in the mountains near campus to explore.

[Name] didn't know what to expect but Jade was often polite and didn't call him "shrimp" (derogatory) and "snack" (cannibalistic) all the time like his unpredictable brother so this would be alright. Or [Name] thought it would be. Jade wasn't as startling as Floyd was.

The only time that Jade had startled him was when they first met and Jade seemed to know everything about him from age to hobbies. It wasn't the kind of information he was used to people knowing.

Still, it was less scary than Floyd. So he moved on.

Was that a mistake? Maybe.

But now they were on this hike.

"So, senpai," [Name] offered, "Do you do this often?"

It was a genuine question. [Name] had little experience hiking as he lived under the sea until land camp and now school and Night Raven.

"Hiking? I like to," Jade told him, "It's a part of my club at school."

"Your club? One you made?"

[Name] had not heard of this before.

"Something like that. I run the Mountain Lovers Club."

As Jade said the name, [Name] could have sworn he sparkled.

"Mountain lovers... So you must really like mountains?" he asked.

Jade nodded slightly with a grin.

"Something like that, it is more of an appreciation for what nature has to offer us," he explained, leading [Name] along the trail.

Seeing him like this, [Name] wondered what else about this strange island he could learn from Jade-senpai and if this was what Jade was truly like. He seemed much happier and chattier in his club uniform and out walking in the mountains.

Or maybe that was just [Name]'s imagination.

"Senpai! Wait for me!"

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Floyd Leech

Floyd thinks it's funny that [Name] is a shrimp.

They meet at the lounge when Floyd decides "This one looks fun."

He discusses with the Prefect about changing his nicknames around since [Name] is much more a shrimp than Yuu is.

This is a first in Floyd's history. Jade is impressed.

Floyd teases and makes fun of [Name].

Sometimes he will bite them just to scare them, not hard enough to leave a mark or draw blood but enough to startle them.

His excuse is always that he seemed "tasty" looking.

He gets into mock fights with Jade over [Name].

Sometimes the fights become actual scuffles when Floyd decides, "No, actually I do care that you're too close to Shrimpy."

Floyd is so unpredictable it's hard to say if he likes [Name], wants to eat him, or is just messing with everyone.

If [Name] wants to romance this eel, he will have to try harder to get his attention. Floyd can be a little dense at times.

Chaos does that to people.

Floyd is having fun with Shrimpy.

[Name] wasn't sure how it happened. It all happened so quickly. he had just wanted to buy something from the lounge that his dorm apparently ran and now there was a tall teal-haired boy attached to him and not letting go. What was happening? He was so lost.

The whole school was big and he was new! He barely remembered things from orientation and now there was this... this guy! All he wanted was to have a nice drink or a snack at this lounge. That was it. Was he asking for too much? Honestly! Maybe!

"Um... Can you let me go?" the shrimpmer asked, trying to break free and failing once more, "I need to find a table if I can."

He also would like to be able to move freely again.

The toothy smile on the teal-haired boy's face drooped slightly as he pouted at [Name] and whined in an albeit childish way.

"You're no fun! I just wanted to come investigate," the boy told [Name], "You seem like you're merfolk, you know."

[Name]'s face flushed. He had been doing a good job at being human, he thought? Was he not being land-y enough? He was doing exactly what they were taught at camp.

"How did you know?" he asked him.

"You seem like one," was all the boy said.

That didn't answer his question but [Name] didn't want to press for more information, especially in the position that he was in.

He sighed as he gave up struggling against him.

"I'm [Name]. And I'm a shrimp merman... Though I'm still not sure how you knew that," [Name] introduced himself as best he could.

The boy's eyes sparkled to the point [Name] was a bit unnerved.

"Ooh! I'm gonna call you Shrimpy instead of Shrimpy... But then what will I call them instead? Huhh..."

He seemed to think about it and [Name] wondered who the original "Shrimpy" might have been and why they were called that to begin with. Were they shrimp merfolk too? It didn't add up.

"And you are?" [Name] asked after a moment of silence between them, still in the boy's arms even though his grip had loosened.

"Floyd Leech," he said with another grin, still refusing to let go completely.

"Nice to meet you then..." [Name] told him.

Would he really be able to get away from this Floyd guy?

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sidethatyoudontknow · 2 days ago

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DDAKHO HEADCANONS

That you all been waiting for,hope you enjoy!!

Let's start from the most people agree one, after inho sh**ts junho in s1 he not just told the fisherman to get him and make sure he stay away from the island, he also ask the salesman to make sure he's alright after the incident, that might looks like as some would say "st*king".

Their "before sleep" talk was mostly about salesman's life, not bc he's selfish that he wants everything about him or anything it's just mostly bc junho is too tired from work that he has no energy to talk + he likes hearing salesman so openly talking about his past and family.(might make a separate post about this) ☆

Junho tells the salesman about his plan of finding his brother and the salesman was ordered to inform inho about it but he actually might or might not lie about some things just to make it complicated between the 2 bc that means he would have more time with junho before he founds out he's part of the games.

Ofc don't forget about, junho fixing salesman tie. Mostly when salesman gets too panic bc he's running late and just tie it carelessly until junho stops him and told him to calm down while fixing it(and remind him that he's the boss so no one will be mad at him if he's late)or when salesman's have an important meeting or agenda and was too nervous and been asking if his tie was good way too much times that its actually making it worse so junho have to fix it and also calm him.

They would always help bandaging or treats each other wounds if one of them was hurt(they both have a dangerous a** job)

Salesman was so flirty but would get soo flustered and as red as a tomato when junho flirted back(which is rare).

Junho is a valentines hater but Salesman is a valentines lover, so usually on valentines day the salesman would get all lovey dovey and giving junho A LOT of chocolates and flowers meanwhile junho get cringed by how cliche it is(deep down he actually loves it and keep all of the letters that salesman wrote for him, bc he thinks that, that's the most normal and human thing that salesman do).

Salesman would do anything for junho but all he wants was to find the island and bring his brother back which is ONE thing he couldn't do bc if that happens its not only him that would be ded but possibly junho too.

Some of you might not agree with this but they're so boy dad coded, until they have a daughter at least( yes I hc them having children together, a son(older) and a daughter(younger)). (Also might make separate post about this) ☆

Junho sleeps first but wakes up last, when he doesn't have work that day yk damn well he would sleep until past noon if he could and salesman would always try to get him up but only for him to get dragged down to bed instead.

Salesman sometimes would bring/send junho lunch/flowers/gifts when he's at work and all his colleagues starts teasing him about it bc ofc he would wrote/give the sappiest thing ever(his colleagues doesn't know who sends it bc he would always use his initial/inside joke nickname).

Inho DID NOT approve their relationship at first bc he thinks the salesman is not good enough for junho(like his relationship is any better) and scared that he would do something bad to his dear little brother.

When the salesman do the most human and normal thing ever, junho would always put his hand on salesman forehead to check if he have fever or something bc there's no way the salesman just cooks him dinner casual on a random tuesday just bc he "wants" to.

Ok I think that's it for now, let me now if you want more or if you think I should post more part about the hc I ☆.

#sorry it took me so long to write #if you see me try to post this more than 3 times no you're not #for some reason it wouldn't appear in the global tags #the salesman #hwang jun ho #hwang inho #457 #junho x salesman #ddakho headcanons #ddakho #salesjun #juncruiter #squid game #the recruiter #FINALLY IT APPEARED

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npookie0 · 2 days ago

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can u do kc x mc who's unbearably afraid of death/dying :3

KC x mc scared of dying!

Headcanons!

The headers were made by my friend Ellie, she deleted her social media so I can't credit her but she was known as Elysiaheaven before!

He finds it amusing, a person who's scared of dying who's also in love with a serial killer? Heck, you're really weird in your fears.

He will taunt you, sometimes poke fun at you, but he will always make sure that it's not too much for you.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't need to fear death with me, it won't come to you. Unless I am the one serving it to you." He would whisper into your ear every time you would speak of your fears. He would cradle you in his arms and whisper his promises to keep you alive.

If you're afraid of him when he comes back home after a kill, he won't approach you until he's clean from all the blood. Maybe he's a cold blooded killer but he'll make sure that you're comfortable around him.

When he first noticed how unbearably afraid you were of his death threats, he was quick to realise how deep your fear ran, how anxious it made you feel. His death threats were gone, or they simply softened to something that you could easily recognise as not actually threatening.

"Maybe if you'd taken someone's life you wouldn't be so scared of death?" He asked, while the two of you were chatting. He shared these ideas with you many times, but they never went any further than suggestions or persuasions.

"Aww love, don't worry nothing can harm you with me." She hugs you tightly, keeps you close, makes sure you feel safe with her, safe and alive.

Angel is anxious about you fearing her sometimes, after all she's the one serving death, death that you fear so deeply. You reassured her that you aren't afraid of her and don't associate death with her.

Whenever Ronin is trying to tease you or threaten you for fun, Angel will reassure you that he's just joking and will explain your problem to him - may get angry if he acts like an asshole about it.

Angel will do everything in her power to make you feel comfortable, especially when you're surrounded by death in the serial killer server, if she notices that chatting with them stresses you out or that feel endangered in any way she will move you to her dms so you will focus only on her.

If you're paranoid about someone or something being a possible cause for your death, Angel will erase it, you're hers nothing and no one will fuck around with her partner or friends if they care about their own lives.

If you were in a near death experience before and it caused your strong fear, she will listen to your story, show care and deep understanding. Cuddle up with you and kiss your knuckles.

He's a protector, it's in his nature to make sure you're save and sound. He will never let anything harm you, his safety is one of his priorities.

He finds your deep fear as something natural, primal, it sits well with his morals.

He won't push you to ravish in death, nor will he treat you like you're a little child, keeping you hidden from the world because of your fear. V will slowly try to help you get adjusted to the idea of death if your fear is making your life harder than it should be.

He will let you keep one of his dogs, one of the bigger ones, so it can protect or at least make you feel safer when he's not around.

"Please fear not, my dear, nothing dangerous will happen to you." He'd whisper while he holds your hand, squeezing it gently, a gesture meant to calm your nerves.

V will offer to teach you self defence, it''s a skill not only usable, but also grounding for you. If you can defend yourself your chances to avoid death in case you're attacked are much bigger.

Misaki has a similar fear, their anxiety while performing their assassinations is close to your fear of death. They can understand you well and you can give them the same understanding and care they'd give you.

She tries to take away your attention from death by making silly jokes, spending time with you in calls and just being a big goof. It's helping, a lot actually.

If you're scared of Misaki dying and not coming back alive from the job, they will always call you right after they finished the job; "hey there pretty silly person, I'm heading home now. Oh, how am I? My hands are shaking as hell but other than that I'm better, now that I can hear your cute voice."

If they're in your area, you will wait at the door for them, you don't care if they're soaked in blood, you just want to see your partner coming back alive and well, especially if the target is dangerous,

Misaki isn't the best with words, they don't know how to give you reassurance, but they will try their best to just show you that being afraid is okay and they will always be there to ease your anxiety.

They will get you out of the server if they see how uncomfortable talking about death might be to you, be it spending time in real life or online, they'd do anything to ease your mind.

#killer chat #killer chat ronin #gender neutral reader #asks #angel killer chat #v killer chat #misaki killer chat #ronin beaufort #character headcanons #headcanons #headcanon #maria de la rosa #misaki katsuo #valentin viljoen

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system-to-the-madness · 3 days ago

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A Fool's Confesion - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: PostTimeSkip!Sugawara Kōshi x fem!Reader Genre: fluff Word Count: 2 030 Warnings: self-indulgent, reader is a master degree student and bitter about love, mentions of smoking (neither reader nor Suga), self-doubt/depreciation, can’t be bothered to add more warnings Summary: After your final exam, on Valentine’s Day of all days, a surprise awaits you

Resignation was written all over the way you placed your pen down on the table at the call of your teacher. After almost three hours of what had to be the most brutal exam you had taken in your life, you barely found it in you to care anymore.

Patiently you waited for the teacher to walk past your desk and collect the paper while massaging your aching hand. The British lady, hair tied back into a knot as always, didn’t even look at you. Considering this had been the last exam of your master’s degree, after studying under your teacher’s guidance for almost three years, only to not get acknowledged now, was somewhat disappointing.

As soon as she had collected your paper, you grabbed your pencil case and threw your pen inside, zipped it shut and stored it away into your bag. Chattering picked up as soon as the last papers had been collected.

You were dizzy, you realised as you emptied the last drops of your water bottle. It had been weeks since you had last slept properly, staying up late for studying, anxiety keeping you up even later, and having to get up early for classes. It felt as if you had spent the last bit of your energy in the past three hours.

Annoyed, you threw a glance past your shoulder to a group of girls, who were excitedly chatting about their plans for the rest of the day. You didn’t need a reminder that it was Valentine’s Day, and especially not that you’d be - once again - alone. It shouldn’t bother you; you should be used to it by now, but you could not help the envy that they had someone who cared for them, who allowed them to care for them.

So far, whenever you had liked someone, it had always been communicated to you that your interest was not appreciated, so you had learnt not to act on any feelings anymore. Still you had a small box of hand-made chocolates in your fridge, which you had fully intended on dropping off anonymously at a certain silver haired friend’s doorstep, but now that the exam was over, you doubted you’d have the courage to actually do it, scared he would, one way or another, find out it had been you, and let your friendship shatter the same way other friendships had shattered before when you had fallen in love with your friend.

Sugawara was at least not the kind of guy who would make fun of you for it, you thought to yourself as you shoved the last of your belongings into your bag and got up. He was a decent guy, which was one of the reasons why you liked him. He was gentle and understanding and you had always felt safe around him. Which was maybe why you had fallen for him in the first place.

But like every time you started liking someone, the sweet excitement had all too quickly turned into burning shame at the certainty that your affection would be rejected. Were you so unlovable, so repulsive that nobody would ever love you?

Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you got up from your desk, slipped into your jacket, and moved towards the exit of the classroom.

“Hey, how was it?”

You suppressed a sigh as your classmate Haruki approached you from behind. You would like to claim that he was an okay guy, but somewhere between his blatant racism, sexism, and his habit of smoking, which left him smelling like an ashtray, you had given up trying to find sympathy for him.

“It was okay,” you answered curtly.

“You look pretty tired,” he observed. “Maybe you should sleep more.”

Maybe you should stay out of my affairs, you thought to yourself.

“Way to pay a compliment,” you mumbled, more than before yearning to just. go. home. Usually you went to one of your favourite restaurants after an exam, and especially since this had been the last one, celebrations were in order, but you felt miserable, tired and a headache started manifesting itself the longer you breathed in the smell of cold smoke that streamed off Haruki.

“It’s Valentine’s today,” he continued, oblivious to the way you just wanted to get away from him, but the door was blocked by a crowd of students who seemed to have stopped directly outside. “I’ll take my girl out later tonight. You have any plans?”

For a moment you considered lying, telling him that actually you were going to meet your boyfriend, but you were too tired.

“I’m going home, taking a bath, and then I’ll sleep,” you answered, the sudden idea forming, that you could drop by the onsen on your way home. Onsen was always better than your small bathtub at home. And they had a sauna…

“Yeah, you should sleep,” Haruki agreed, “You look like you really need it.”

You sent a quick prayer to whichever god was responsible to give you the strength not to punch him. If a close friend had told you that, or your mother, you would have thanked them for encouraging you to take care of yourself, but your relationship with Haruki was miles away from being close enough for such words from him.

Gods, what you wouldn’t give for Suga to suddenly turn up and save the day…

Finally, the crowd of people seemed to move a little, and seeing your chance, you slipped past a girl’s backpack, sending a half-hearted goodbye towards Haruki.

Keeping your head down, you quickly moved through the groups of students who already started discussing their answers for the test. Nope, you decided, you would not let them make you insecure about your answers. You had studied for weeks for this test, with everything you had, you didn’t want to spend one more thought on it. While you slipped through the crowd, you grabbed your headphones out of your jacket pocket and put them on, just as someone called your name.

After a moment's hesitation you decided to ignore them, pretending not to have heard them, and kept walking. But then a very insistent “Wait!” and a tap on your shoulder made you stop in your tracks.

Pulling the headphones down from your head, you turned around and immediately were faced with a chest, clawed in a neatly ironed button-up. Looking up, you found it was none other than Suga, who, in the crowd had been pushed close to you.

Confused, you furrowed your brows, trying to ignore your heartbeat spiking.

“Suga,” you noted, surprised. “What are you doing here? Is school over already?”

A warm smile, the one you loved so much, pulled at his lips and he nodded. “Fridays are only until one,” he explained, “I hurried to be here in time.”

Suga had finished his master’s degree two years ago already, and was working in a local school since.

“Why?”

You felt like an idiot as you asked that question, suddenly becoming uncomfortably aware of your classmates’ eyes on you, as you stared up at Suga.

“Well, first of all, I'm here because you just wrote your last exam, and that deserves some celebration,” he explained, making you laugh quietly. Only Suga would consider someone else’s last exam important enough to rush from work half-way across the city to congratulate them. “And also, because it’s Valentine’s day, and I know, technically it’s the day the girls are getting the boys something, but in other countries, it goes the other way around, or both ways, and since you’re at the Faculty of Global Studies, I figured you wouldn’t mind if I did it the European way.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, he held something up between the two of you. The scent of greenery registered before you even looked down, finding he was offering you a small bouquet of red roses and white baby’s breath.

“I know you’ve been super busy recently with studying and all, so I didn't want to disturb your focus, but now that you’re done with exams, would you like to go out? Doesn’t have to be today, can be tomorrow, or after the weekend if you just want to relax for a few days…”

He trailed off, uncertainty beginning to weave into his voice as you still had made no move to answer in any way.

“Really?” Your question barely more than a whisper.

“What do you mean, really? Of course! I’ve wanted to ask you out for almost a year now, but it never felt like the right time, or I thought maybe you liked someone else. But I figured if I don’t do it now, then I’d never get the chance. You are allowed to say no, if you don’t want to, obviously.”

“No! Yes- I mean- You’re confusing me,” you whined, putting your hand against Suga’s chest to give him a shove that was so gentle he barely swayed.

A soft chuckle rumbled through his chest, one that vibrated against your palm and sent a shiver down your spine at how alive he felt.

“I want to go out with you. More than anything,” you admitted, looking up at him, watching as his lips pulled into what had to be the biggest grin you had ever seen on him, his beautiful brown eyes squeezed shut with joy.

“Perfect,” he beamed, before he exhaled, and his smile suddenly faltered. “Wow, huh, that’s a relief.”

“You thought I’d say no?”

“Honestly, yeah,” Suga admitted with a sheepish grin, “I was fully prepared to take your rejection like an idiot in a corridor full of people I don't know. And now my heart’s racing.”

“It is,” you smiled, shifting your hand over where you thought his heart had to be. “Mine’s too.”

Suga grinned again. “Good to know I’m not the only one out of my depth here.”

“Certainly not.”

“Well, when would you like to go on our date then,” Suga asked, handing you the flowers he had still been holding.

“Right now,” you blurted out, feeling like you were exhausted enough for your filter to be switched off for now.

Suga was already taking a breath to say something, when you pulled your hand away from his chest, and waved it off. “No, wait. I’m still in my study clothes.” You gestured down your body, Suga’s eyes following your hand as you motioned to your comfiest pair of jeans and oversized hoodie. “I want to wear something proper for our first date.”

“Why? You’re perfect just like this,” Suga asked, honest confusion written across his face.

“Because,” you argued, finding you were almost pouting like a little child. “How about tomorrow?”

Suga bit his lip in consideration, but then he nodded. “Tomorrow afternoon? I pick you up?”

“It’s a date,” you agreed, with a smile and the definite feeling of your heart beating in your throat.

“It’s a date,” Suga agreed. “But. You still need to eat something; you didn’t have lunch yet, right? And I made a reservation at that burger place near the park, just to be safe…”

He trailed off, watching you closely as your shoulders slumped in faked defeat.

“You’re playing an unfair game, Suga,” you complained. “Saying this even though I just said I want to wear something nice for our first date and also knowing I’d never say no to burgers.”

“It doesn’t have to be a date,” Suga offered apologetically, “It can just be lunch?”

“Fine,” you agreed. “Let’s go have lunch then.”

Suga grinned and reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world, oblivious to how your breath hitched again, or how your heart missed a beat. And as you walked away from the classroom, where your classmates were chatting excitedly about the dashing young man, who had whisked you away with the most beautiful bouquet any of them had ever seen, you didn’t even realize until late in the evening when you finally made it home, how your tiredness, headache and exhaustion had fallen away the moment Suga had called for you.

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beesonhoneytoast · 2 days ago

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♡ valentine ♡

armin arlert x reader

a/n: i wanted to write a lil fic for my baby armin cos it’s love day!! i hope this isn’t too ooc for him ><

written to the lyrics of ‘valentine’ by laufey

cw: slightly jealous armin, weirdos tryna win your heart (and failing to do so miserably), friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, swearing, armin is inexperienced (but bless his heart he’s trying his best), armin nerds out about the sea, aot spoilers ofc, armin spirals a lil, hurt/comfort(?), crying, reader is kinda a bully but in a lighthearted way, this is kinda somewhere between the events of the timeskip

word count: 1.9k

you hadn’t been one to accept affections just because.

so, when a random scout came to hit you up, you had to politely decline.

you would’ve liked to say that was the end of it, but they were persistent that you be their valentine for today. yuck.

“cmon, hun. why don’t you give me a chance?” they teased you.

“i said no thank you.” you repeated yourself, your tone slightly wavering with the discomfort that this person brought you. you had turned your body away from them, shielding yourself from their pestering.

i’ve rejected affections for years and years

just as they were going to make some sort of advance on you, you were suddenly being defended by armin arlert.

he shoved himself between you and them. “hey, piss off why don’t you? they said they aren’t interested. so if you really do love them, i suggest you respect their wishes.” he demanded them.

the words rolled right off armin’s tongue, like the spirit of erwin had possessed him, and urged him to say those words. the thought hurt to think about. it made him think he really was trying to replace erwin.

oh god, this was awful. how could armin think himself like that? like he could possibly be on erwin’s level—

“armin?” your voice cut through the cyclone of anxiety ransacking his mind.

now i have it. and damn it, it’s kind of weird

his ocean eyes quickly snapped to look at you. “y/n? are you okay? they didn’t hurt you, did they? i swear, if that dirtbag laid a finger on your pretty face, i—”

armin’s words caught you off guard.

he tells me i’m pretty, don’t know how to respond

“woah, slow down, armin. i’m fine. thanks to you. so don’t worry that pretty blonde head of yours too much.” you chuckled, patting his shoulder.

i tell him that he’s pretty, too. can i say that? don’t have a clue

armin’s face reddened at your assurances and your touch. his lips pursed and his head ducked down shamefully, his eyes fixed on the floor.

with every passing moment, i surprise myself

“you got a valentine, armin?” you asked him, walking off with the blonde trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

“um… no. i don’t really… know how any of that stuff works. nor do i think anyone is really interested in being my valentine. especially not after what happened.” armin admitted.

you turned at this. you knew that the decision to save armin’s life was not one made without minor cost. but as you heard it, it seemed commander erwin was already dead before captain levi could even make a decision.

you had also heard that in the midst of armin becoming a titan, he had eaten bertholdt and gained the powers of the colossal titan. he never wanted this. he never asked for this. but it’s happened anyway.

and it was up to you to accept him for that.

i’m scared of flies, im scared of guys. someone please help

“armin, look at me.” you guided his chin up, his big blues fixing on yours.

“what is it?” he asked you with desperation on his words.

“what’s happened to you during the fight against bertholdt and reiner was completely outside of your control. but you know what was and what i think was very brave and very selfless of you? your willingness to die for your best friends. and i strongly believe eren and mikasa would say the same.” you wanted to drill these words into his brain. you weren’t about to just let someone as sweet and intelligent as armin get away with this self deprecation of his. not ever.

prickles of tears gathered on armin’s lash line. his head shook and his hands held yours at his cheeks. “y/n, why… why do you do this? why would you tell me all these pretty words?”

you used your thumbs to wipe away his tears as they tripped over armin’s lower eyelids. “because…” you started.

you thought of everything armin had gone through in the last several years. from being bullied as a kid, losing his family, being drafted in the army, having to watch his best friend be eaten by a titan and thinking he was killed, then with what happened in shinganshina with the fight against the armored and colossal titans… yeah, there was no way you were gonna let armin self destruct like this.

“you’re not just gonna be abandoned because you went through things that happened outside of your control.” you told him.

your words clearly touched armin, judging by the tears that now streamed down his blotchy red cheeks. his shoulders twitched, and his hands balled into trembling fists against your sleeve.

“armin, are you…” you began, but armin’s next action would be one to silence your worries.

he used his grip on your arms to pull you towards his body, his lips meshing with yours in a moment’s notice. his eyes were squeezed shut like he was bracing himself for the impact. as though his decision was rash and he didn’t know what he was doing. no, that wasn’t it. it was more like…

like he was scared you’d push him away.

but who were you to push him away? you wanted to pull him even closer, but he would pull away from you before you could even act on your thoughts.

fear flooded his wide eyes. “oh my god, i am… so sorry, y/n.. i—”

nope. you weren’t about to hear it. you grabbed him by the collar of his uniform shirt, your lips silencing any qualms about his actions.

armin’s hands trembled against your shoulders awkwardly. he had no clue where to put them. adorable. just adorable. he was such a dork and you loved him. he was such a romantically awkward dork.

your romantically awkward dork.

once you pulled away, armin seemed astounded. he stared off into space, blinking wordlessly for a few minutes.

“i… i don’t… why did you… do this?” armin panted, shaking his head slightly with his disbelief.

you chuckled at his oblivion. “i think a certain three words are in order to sort of… clarify things.” you leaned in towards his ear, tucking a strand of his blonde hair back behind armin’s ear. “i adore you.” you whispered against the shell of his ear.

the little gasp armin emitted didn’t go unnoticed. “you… what?”

you leaned back to look at his blushing face again. “i don’t think i need to repeat myself, arlert.” you tutted.

‘cause i think i’ve fallen in love this time

red gradually painted his skin from the inside, a high pitched squeal leaving him. “uhh… wow. okay… i’m… you… you…”

“you…?” you mocked him, the action lightheartedly intended.

“you… oh, you tease!” he whined, burying his face in his hands.

you cackled at his flustered mood, prying his hands from the hidden visage. “not my problem that you’re so fun to torment.”

“no fair, you’re so mean to me!” he whined, feigning hurt.

“yeah, i know. aren’t i just the worst? aren’t i your big bully?” you jeered, getting all up in his face.

armin pouts and crosses his arms. he was acting like a child. it was endearing, if anything. especially when he turned his back towards you.

“hey, now. don’t be like that, armin.” you scoffed, wrapping your arms around him from behind, not missing the little shiver of his body.

“be serious. why do you love me?” armin solemnly asked, turning back to you.

you exhaled through your nose at this, creating a sigh. getting to his heart would be hard. but you were willing to do it. “armin… you’ve gone through so much hardship over the years. but… that’s not why i love you. that alone would just be pity. see; you’ve always fought for what you believe in. you’ve fought for the livelihoods of your friends, your comrades, the commanders, strangers… and i can’t help but feel a sense of pride and affection when i look at you. the way you smiled that day on the beach; how you lit up at first sight of the vast, uncharted horizon we arrived on. you are intelligent beyond any means of comparison. your empathy and the grace you have displayed for others… your worry for even people like bertholdt who have committed atrocities. there’s just… so many things about you that i could say… so many attributes that i could admire… how could i not love you?”

the end of your monologue moved armin to more tears. a sob hitched in his throat.

you only offered him a sympathetic smile, not saying a word as you opened your arms to him.

armin was reluctant to accept this embrace, even though his earlier actions were bold. but he did eventually step towards you and allowed himself to receive your affection. he was tense, but he would soon allow himself to relax when he assessed the situation to be safe. he was safe. he was home.

you both haven’t the faintest idea of how or when, but you suddenly were slow dancing in one of the common areas, soft love songs playing on the gramophone.

then you found yourselves frolicking amongst the couples on the streets of this seaside town.

armin treated you with any sweet or savory treats you wanted, and you would find a peculiar little stand.

it sold bouquets of what you thought were flowers you’d never seen before.

but as you got closer, you realized they weren’t flowers; they were seashells.

you of course had to know of armin’s affinity for the sea, so it would be a crime not to get him one of them.

you were lucky you had caught armin in a moment where he was distracted and observing another stand, so you took advantage of his distraction to purchase one of the ornate bouquets and held it behind your back.

when armin turned back to face you, he immediately took notice of your hidden arm.

“y/n… what are you hiding from me?” he wondered.

“hiding? pfft, what would i be hiding from you?” you dismissed him in a way that intentionally made you so obvious. you just wanted to rile him up first, and pique his interest.

“y/n, come on!” he giggled, the little sound echoing in your brain like it was a song sung in an empty church.

“okay, pushy pants.” you submitted to his nosiness and presented the shell bouquet to him.

immediately he was hyperfocused on the present. “wha- a bouquet of… shells?” he furrowed his eyebrows at it, clearly struggling to see the fact that it was no ordinary bouquet. he took it up into his grasp and observed the different shells that formed the bouquet.

“those are worm snail shells… conus… miter…” god damn it, he was really gonna start nerding out and start naming all the types of shells here, wasn’t he?

you couldn’t help the little snicker that flew from your mouth.

“what?” armin whined defensively.

“you’re such a dork.” you shook your head laughing heartily.

“i know, i just love the sea…” he muttered sheepishly.

“but hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. i think it’s pretty cute, honestly.” you added, not giving him room to argue.

you made your way to the beach, armin still cradling his new shell bouquet against the crook of his elbow.

you both sat on the shoreline, your shoes and socks were discarded so you could soak your feet in the crawling waves.

now the sun was just sinking below the horizon line, so that it may rise for those on the other side.

for the people that you and armin longed to meet, who were now waking up for the day.

you wanted to know if they really would treat you as monsters and traitors who abandoned them for the titans to take.

but as for today… you’d rather not think too much on that.

you and armin shuffled so you were sat side to side on the soft sand of the beach, leaning on each other. your fingers intertwined together on the cool sediment.

i blinked then suddenly, i had a valentine…

story written by @beesonhoneytoast

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mc-critical · 4 months ago

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1.10 / 1.09

#something to be said not just about how Ibrahim aims to replace his past family with his present bond with Süleiman (and Musti and Mahi #branch off of that bond) but also how Hatice fits in all of this - the one Ibrahim leans on everytime he's likely to lose SS is *her*#she isn't just the future he wants to secure in the castle but also the past he yearns for outside of it especially in that initial period #of their relationship; and not just any past but a very particular fragment of it - the next most valuable person of his past other than #his brother: his *mother*. it's no wonder him playing *his mother's* melodies with the violin marks the beginning of their story and stays #an important motif throughout. just like Ibrahim's mother Hatice is so familiar yet so out of reach (and this unreachability accumulates in #E13 - Ibrahim leaves for Parga thus returning to his past but leaving Hatice behind but *then* finding out his mother is gone too.#*both* people he wants to be close to soo much are *gone* in that moment. there's a link between them because of this. also Hatice tieing #lbrahim's mother to “heaven” as well and her “looking at their happiness from above” Ibro responds with in E14.) Hatice will distance #more and more from that role later on until lbrahim starts to outright abandon this whole 'return to the past' idea with Hatice and #search for it through Nigar instead. but yeah anyway I feel these two scenes are the perfect encapsulation of how complicated #the past is for lbrahim; he avoids remembering it because it *hurts* to remember both because why would he remember it when he already has #an established future and because deep down he resents what he's become and established as that isn't ever permanent and he's lost all else #*himself* most of all as who is a person without his roots? he wants to forget them but can't ever do it so what's left is replacing them #*all of them*; when he finds Hatice too he wants to have *both* her and Süleiman and SS marrying Hatice off directly challanges that want #up to that point he believed in the possibility of their love more than Hatice did; now? he seems as lost as she is not knowing what to do #the only way not to lose either of them is accepting Süleiman's order convincing himself that this is how it should be no matter how much #that hurts and would bury him even deeper; he can't bear it so he searches for a solution - and when he sees Rhodes sea? it hits him #it hits him how low he's actually sunk through the losses and if he can't “fully* replace the past he'll *fully* return to the past letting #*everything else* once hidden out as well. not to mention how right before he left to Parga he was brought to fear for his literal death #and then he is given more power that also brings some uncertainty with it and that likely scared him cementing his departure for Parga #directly following Piri Pasha's advice to let power go as it won't let *you* go #(btw a big contrast between S01 and S03 Ibrahim can be drawn in his relationship with Piri Pasha and his relationship with Ebusuud)#magnificent century #muhteşem yüzyıl #muhtesem yuzyil #ibrahim pasha #(sorry for the disorganized tags but if I kept it like it was I would've exceeded the limit before I even finished 😅)#(just Ibrahim and Hatice in general are people who latch onto each other to get over their losses and ache for peace amidst their turbulent #lives and positions and that's what keeps them close and will later too)

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puhpandas · 1 year ago

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You Stress Me Out

(4,135 words)

Gregory shows up at Evan's house during a storm with a wood carving knife stuck in his stomach. It may not be that bad of a wound, but that doesn't mean having a knife sticking out of you is any less scary. Or that Evan will freak out any less.

warnings: blood, mentions of a fistfight, an unsafe home environment, stitches, and of course, a blade being stuck inside flesh

Evans incredibly on edge right now. Which, nothing new here. But this time, it's less of his normal state and more of a genuine, rational kind of edge.

First off; a storm is on it's way. Not only does a storm mean that outside is a no-go, meaning that Evan is trapped inside his house with no way to leave, but hes absolutely terrified of thunder.

Which is why as soon as he'd heard about the bad weather, when his fathers back was turned and Michael had been focusing on something other than messing with him, he'd snuck to the kitchen, grabbed all the snacks and water he could need, and took them to his hidden stash in his bedroom.

This way, he didnt have to leave his room. And he could do his old trick of blocking the door leading from the shortest route to his room with his dresser, which could give him enough time to shut Michael out if he decides to persist on the other side.

Unlockable doors. The bane of Evan's existence.

The other reason hes on edge isnt because of himself, even though his body is locked up and sense, waiting for the thunder to start booming outside and send him flying off of his bed from how hard he flinches. Its because of Gregory.

Evan's brows furrow from his place on his bed, curtains drawn, but just open enough to see the rain start so he can brace himself. He takes one look at the gray clouds and white sky and frowns deeply.

Evan knows all about his friends... situation. Honestly, after being friends for almost a year, you'd think he would have known sooner, but nope. Evan had just been giving Gregory the benefit of the doubt too much. when Gregory'd refuse to let Evan go to his house, he'd assume he had parents like his, who he didnt want Gregory to have to see either, which was why he had been asking. When Gregory would have new bruises and cuts and rips in his clothing the next time Evan would see him, he would deliberately choose not to pry, or wonder, because he would think maybe it was worse than he thought.

But Evan had figured it out eventually, and he'd understood why Gregory kept it from him so long. Evan wouldnt want Gregory to see him differently for being a certain way.

But like Gregory, Evan had made it clear he didnt. He understands, really. Like he understands that with the knowledge comes the worry.

Evan knows Gregory doesnt always have stable shelter. The city and it's people arent so kind to homeless people like Gregory, even when hes outside and theres about to be a hurricane. Which is why Evan is hoping, wishing, praying that Gregory will come to Evan, this time.

It's why he's reading a book, sitting on his bed next to his window instead of on his phone like usual. Evan's on edge because he cant stop thinking about what would happen to Gregory if he didn't come, and if he does, will Evan hear him to let him in.

Evans room is on the ground floor, which makes it very easy for Gregory to come and go as he pleases (also for Evan to make an escape when he needs to. It's not rare for Evan to ditch his room to flee to the city with Cassidy, sometimes).

Evan's eyes trail over the words on the pages, but he isnt taking them in. He huffs, letting the book drop to his lap, and tries to ignore how cold-but-on-fire his stomach feels. He can't focus. Not when Gregory's supposed to trust Evan enough to come to him when he needs help and he hasnt yet.

Evan only waits a while longer, foot tapping on the side of his comforter and fingers drumming. When the first few thick drops of water land on his window, he goes for his phone.

Gregory said to never call him unless it's important. But right now, with how much Evan's stomach swims with nausea over uncertainty about Gregory's safety, Evan thinks this is important enough.

Evan only has enough time to enter his fifteen digit pin and tap the phone app before the sound hes been waiting for rings out by his window.

Evan can feel his shoulders drop when the familiar jingle of a Fazbear song is knocked on his window. He smiles, hurrying over to his window and almost ripping the curtains off the wall with how fast he opens them.

When Evan reaches to open the window, Gregory's there, if not a bit weary, if his half lidded eyes and the cut on his cheekbone are any indication, but Evan doesnt worry too much. Just unclicking the locks on his window and helping Gregory step inside when its apparent he needs help.

He has a hand clutching at his stomach, which is worrying, but Gregory looks like hes okay. Not about to die, which is what Evan's thoughts always end up going to, so he thinks that's a good thing.

Evan shuts the window and locks it just as the rain starts to drop harder, and he shuts the curtains, sending a glance at his door (the one not covered up with a dresser) out of paranoia. When his father doesnt burst in and send Gregory away like Evan's imagining, he turns his attention back to Gregory.

Hes huffing, like he cant catch his breath, which makes Evan furrow his brows. Gregory's bent over, like when you have a stomach cramp and try to curl in on yourself as much as possible. If Evan looks hard enough, he can see the inklings of bruises on Gregory's knuckles.

Evan frowns. Okay, probably a fight, but it wouldnt be the first time he would have to pull out the first aid kit.

"Gregory." Evan catches his attention. Gregory's eyes dart up to him, and he offers a shaky smile. "Hey. You had me worried sick."

"Me too." Gregory says, but it sounds strained. He still has that hand pressed firmly over a spot on his stomach, and when he looks pained, Evan guides him over to his bed, letting him sit down. "I know you don't like thunder and stuff. A-And you'd be stuck with Michael.

Evan crosses his arms, trying to look stern but coming off as incredibly worried instead. "Gregory. You're acting weird." He points out. "Listen, I know you're hurt. You know I've seen you get into fights before. Can you just tell me what's wrong?"

Gregory, suspiciously, looks away, focused on one of Evan's toys hes had since he was younger that he never bothered to put away. "Um. I-I dont think this is like those times, though."

Well. If Gregory can be this difficult, he cant be feeling too bad. Doesnt do anything for the anxiety digging a hole in Evan's stomach, though. "No matter what it is, you need help, okay? I wont judge. Just let me patch you up."

Gregory doesnt respond for a moment, then, "Promise not to freak out."

"What?"

"Promise not to wig out." Gregory meets his eyes, looking pained. "This is gonna make you freak. I know it. Just... try to stay calm. It's not that bad, I swear."

"Just show me already!" Evan presses, getting jittery from nerves. "You saying that is already making me freak out!"

"Okay! Jeez." Gregory huffs, and takes a deep breath. "Just dont look at it too hard."

"Gregory!" Evan yells.

"Okay, okay!" Gregory says placatingly. He doesnt say anything else, just takes his hand off of his stomach like ripping off a bandaid.

Evan's eyes blow wide, and his legs turn cold. "Oh my god."

"There it is." Gregory sighs.

"Gregory." Evan says, just above a whisper, because he cant manage anything louder at that moment. He stares at Gregory's stomach, feeling a pit in his own stomach when he cant tear his eyes away. "Gregory!"

"I told you you'd freak out." Gregory mutters, like he doesnt have a literal knife sticking out of his flesh.

"Why would I not freak out?!" Evan whisper yells, because wow he does not need his father or Michael to walk in right now. He gestures wildly, trying to put all of his emotions I into the single movement. "You have a knife in you!"

Despite what Gregory said not to do, Evan looks hard at it anyway. It isnt super deep; it's one of those really tiny pocket knives, like what you would use to carve wood with. He can still see some of the blade sticking out, which means the inch and a half long blade isnt plundged very deep.

"I know." Gregory says. "Can you help me get it out?"

Evan gapes. "Help you--" He giggles maniacally. "Gregory, if I pull it out, I'll have no clue how to make it so you wont bleed out."

"Well," Gregory glances away. "I cant really go to the hospital, and I cant just leave it in." He says. "You're my best bet. Besides, I promise it isnt that bad. It could have been way worse. I dont need a hospital."

Wow. No pressure, or anything. Evan implodes, shaking his hands out and doing laps around the room. "I'm gonna have to pull a knife out of you."

"Okay. Stay calm, remember?" Gregory repeats, and when Evan's facing Gregory's direction again after another lap, he can see him wincing. "Look, I know you're wigging out, but I really dont want this knife to me stuck inside me anymore."

"I would assume so!" Evan hisses, coming to a stop in the middle of his room and wringing his hands through his sweater sleeves. "Gregory--"

"Okay, listen." Gregory sounds strained, and Evan takes a moment to pause, worry taking ahold of his stomach like a giant hand and squeezing. "You have a phone, don't you? I need you to Google what to do, and pull this stupid knife out of my stomach."

Evan gets queasy just thinking about it. "Gregory."

"I know." He says. "But, look. I'm not gonna be awake much longer, since I pretty much ran from the city to here while I was bleeding, and the guy who attacked me had already beat me up a bit before stabbing me."

Evan's heart seizes at that. He returns to Gregory's side, sitting down with him. "But, isnt it not good if you're unconscious--"

"I dont know." He interrupts, eyes squeezed shut. "Look, I'm feeling kinda woozy, so I dont know how much longer I have left, but I'll try to stay awake."

Evan frowns. "You're acting like you're gonna die or something." He jokes, but his hand shake at the thought. "...Okay. Come here."

Gregory perks up, sitting up with great effort and putting an arm around Evan's neck when he gestures to. "We're doing this?"

"Yeah." Evan says shakily. He supports Gregory as he leads him lay down, pressed up against the wall, where if the door opened, hed be hidden behind it. Evan grabs a few of the towels he hides in his room to always have a clean one, -since he can never rely on laundry being done in his house-, and lays them under Gregory to soak up any blood. His father would kill Evan if he got the carpet stained with blood.

Evan grabs the first aid kit he always has hidden under his bed, and clicks it open, settling on his knees in front of Gregory's slack form on the floor with hovering hands as he glances at each of the kits contends uncertainly.

He grabs his phone, fingers trembling and pressing all the wrong buttons. Gregorys harsh breathing doesnt help.

"How did this even happen?" Evan asks as he desperately types in 'how to pull a wood carving knife out of your stomach at home' into the search bar. "Like-- I know you get into fights sometimes, but this?"

"Okay okay." Gregory coughs a bit. "Ill tell you. So, you know how it's about to storm?"

Evan glances at the crack through the curtains just enough to see the dark gray clouds swirling. "Yeah."

"So, I wasnt at my usual spot, but it was really close to starting to pour. And getting sick is like, the worst case scenario." Gregory says while Evan reads the random article he found at the speed of light. "So, I had to find some other place closer to where I was to wait out the storm, because I couldnt travel that far in the rain."

Evan pauses in reading, frowning and looking at Gregory's face. "You know you can always come here, right?"

Gregory frowns, looking away. "Yeah, but..." He trails off. "Its not fair to dump my problems on you like that."

Evan scoffs, breathing out a light chuckle. "Like you didnt dump your problems on me right now. And even then, I dont mind. I would much rather you come to me then be in pain somewhere else. Okay?"

Evan doesnt look at Gregory's face, too busy looking down at the article he has pulled up on his phone in his trembling hand, but he can tell hes smiling.

"Also, don't act like you don't make my problems your own, too. Im allowed to do the same as well, you know."

"Okay, okay." Gregory huffs. "I get it. I'll come to you right away next time. Happy?"

"Yes." Evan says, and he really is. Knowing that Gregory is sure to come to Evan when the weather gets bad, or something happens that makes the city unsafe, Evan will be able to sleep soundly knowing Gregory will either be safe with him, or he will be if need be. "You never finished telling me how you ended up with a pocket knife stuck in you, though."

"Right." Gregory chuckles. "So, I find this kind of hidden away spot, right? And I'm thinking I got really lucky, and set my stuff down. But then this other older kid shows up, and its obvious hes like me. But he gets really mad that I'm in his spot and starts yelling at me to get out."

"Jerk." Evan says, pulling the things he needs out of the first aid kit. "You should help eachother out, not fight. I'm sure he could have lended you some space."

"I'm sure you would have." Gregory chuckles. "But anyway, I'm packing up my stuff to leave, because this guy hurting me is a bigger concern than the weather at this point, and I dont want to mess with him."

Evan nods along, and goes to begin, but pauses when the first step is to take out the knife. Nausea curls in his gut, and he winces, glancing at Gregory.

"Hey." He cuts Gregory off in his story, and tries to look as apologetic as possible. "I, um. Have to take the knife out."

Gregory's eyes blow wide, and he frowns. "Oh."

Evan fidgets, having no idea how to make this better for Gregory. "Do you want me to count to three, or...?"

"Just do it." Gregory puts that steely exterior on. "I can handle it. Just do what you need to do."

Evan feels awful; this must suck for Gregory. Even if the knife is small and not very deep, having something sharp ripped out of your flesh cant be fun. "If you're sure."

He props himself on his knees, getting as close to Gregory as possible, and wraps a hand firmly around the small handle of the wood carving knife.

He can see it in Gregory's eyes. Neither of them want to do this.

"Keep telling your story." Evan says softly. Maybe itll distract Gregory from it, even a little bit. And Evan, as well. He can already feel bile working it's way up his throat at the thought.

Gregory nods minutely, jaw locked and tense. He breathes out a bit. "...Kay. So, I'm trying to tell him that I'll leave if he let's me get my stuff, but hes really impatient, and when I dont leave right away, he tries to scare me away faster by beating me."

Evan winces, pointedly twisting his neck away from the knife, as he tightens his grip, anticipation sending lightning through his veins. "That explains the bruises." He says shakily.

Gregory pauses, waiting for something that doesn't come. "...Yeah. He uh, he got me pretty good... but he didnt leave unscathed either. But, I think I got it worse."

"Definitely." Evan agrees ghastily, his stomach rolling when he feels the cold handle of the knife pressing idents in his skin. "Keep going."

Gregory gives him a look, but continues. "...So when I start fighting back, even though I'm smaller, he took that as a bad thing, apparently, and wanted me gone so he didnt get hurt. So what does he do?"

Evan doesn't respond, just squeezing his eyes shut, biting his tongue, and ripping off the bandaid.

Evan rips the knife out with a quick flick of his shoulder, and gags when it makes a fleeting metal-on-flesh sound as its removed. Gregory lurches lightly next to him, making a garbled, suprised sound, and when it's over, just lays flat on the floor.

"G-God." Gregory coughs, stuttering. "Okay, that wasnt that bad. I guess."

"I'm sorry." Evan frets, flinching and dropping the knife on the towel when some of Gregory's blood drips down his fingers. "I'm sorry, Gregory."

"You didnt do it." Gregory chuckles, his face white as a sheet. He brings up an arm to clutch at a spot just above the wound on his chest. "Jesus."

"I'll fix you up." Evan says softly, setting a hand on Gregory's own and taking it away just as quickly when he rushes to go wash his hands. "Okay? It might hurt, but you'll be okay. I'll make sure of it."

"...Kay." Is all Gregory says, and Evan rushes faster when he just let's his head fall against the floor.

When Evan comes back, he all but dives onto the floor, grabbing the things he layed out on the carpet and beginning. "Gregory, hey!"

"What?" Gregory asks, and Evan sinks in relief when hes still awake. He rolls up Gregory's shirt, inspecting the wound, and he finds it looks more like just a deep cut than anything. "I know you're trying to stay awake, but I'm probably gonna have to find a way to close this cut, so you might want to go ahead and go to sleep."

Gregory pales. "Like, stitches?"

"Probably." Evan shudders. A wave of sickness washes over his body when he realizes hes probably gonna have to find a needle and thread, and stitch Gregory's flesh closed, even if the cut is only an inch or so long. "Better safe than sorry. And I really dont think having a wood carving knife stabbed into you, even if it wasnt that deep, is okay to just put a bandaid over."

"...Alright." Gregory sighs, and his head rolls against the floor, his body relaxing. "I don't want to be awake for that."

"Me neither." Evan huffs, and Gregory breathes the air of a laugh through his nose. "But I think you'll be okay. Just sleep, and you'll be patched up when you wake up."

Gregory sighs a deep sigh, and Evan thinks it sounds like deep relief just settled. "Okay. Thank you, Evan."

"Of course." Evan replies, and when Gregory shuts his eyes and no doubt falls asleep pretty quick, Evan glances around his room, and realizes hes gonna have to go on a scavenger hunt for a needle and thread.

He sighs, hoping and wishing that he wont run into his father or Michael when he has to venture out of the safety of his room, but he relaxes at the moment, taking in a deep breath and reaching for some supplies.

First, he has to clean the wound.

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When Gregory creaks his eyes open, it's not to Evan's carpeted floor like he had expected. Well, he is on the floor, he finds when he finally takes in his surroundings. But he isnt laying down completely. Some pillows and blankets have been posed and laid around him, like a nest, and Evan is sitting next to him in the middle, scrolling and watching something on his phone.

Gregory twists his neck and puts pressure in his arm, trying to prop himself up. He yawns, and Evan startles, taking out the crappy Walmart earbuds he'd bought. "Gregory!"

"Hi." Gregory groans, feeling the effects of his fistfight and intense sprint take hold, his body groaning and aching with soreness at his movement. He feels warm; which is something he wasnt expecting when he'd initially thought he'd spend the span of the storm outside in it. "Ugh."

Evan shuts his phone off lays it and his earbuds on the blanket, twisting his torso and shimmying in his spot laying against a pillow against the wall and legs covered with a throw blanket to face him. "You probably dont feel too good."

"Like crap." Gregory agrees. When he shifts again, back and head cushioned against two pillows without cases on them, he can feel the sore sort of throbbing pain of whatever stitches Evan had sewn in him. He wrinkles his nose at the thought, feeling guilty on Evan's behalf. "But... the stitches feel secure. I'm sorry you had to do that, it must have sucked really hard."

"It did." Evan shudders, but chuckles at the same time. "You know, I had to go in my Moms room to get the needle and thread and steal the pills from my Dad."

Gregory quirks a brow. "What pills?" He asks at the same time Evan hands him a small bottle of Advil. "Oh."

Evan hands him some snacks, too. A water bottle and some crackers. He smiles softly and takes them, taking two Advil with a swig of the water bottle. "You did all that for me?" Gregory asks, voice small. "...I know you hate your Dad, and your parents would get mad at you if they saw you snooping."

"I know." Evan says, fidgeting with one of the blankets and laying his head on the pillow propped against the wall. "But I wanted you to feel better more than I was scared of my parents."

Theres a short stretch of silence after that, only the harsh rain and wind against the house being heard. Gregory stays silent, turning over Evan's words in his head.

His eyes burn slightly, but he pushes it down with precise practice. "Thank you" Is all he can find in him to say. Theres too many feelings, too many emotions he has to put them into words.

But Evan knows him, and Gregory knows he understands when he nods, and smiles that small, kind smile that just screams 'and I'd do it again'. "Of course." Evan insists, and looks away for a moment. "I want you to trust me, okay? I want to show you that if you come to me because you need help, I'll be here, and I wont discount you, or-- or shrug you off."

Gregory doesn't smile, but he feels warmth spread through his chest at that. Gregory knows Evan, so he knows exactly why he would want Gregory to feel that way. He knows exactly why Evan holds himself to that, even though Gregorys confident a lot of it has to do with just the kindness in Evan's own heart.

"I-I know." Gregory whispers. "I came here because I do trust you. I came here because I know that."

It's really hard for Gregory to say that, and he knows Evan understands, because he doesnt comment, just nods, relief sagging his shoulders.

Theres a short burst of silence for a moment, the two of them just soaking up the atmosphere of being warm and comfortable, despite the circumstances.

"You're staying here, by the way." Evan's voice rips him out of his thoughts suddenly, and Gregory snaps to attention to see Evan looking at him sternly, but worriedly. "I know you're gonna try to say something stupid about how you're fine to go back into the rain. You arent going anywhere near the city, alright? I don't care if the storm lasts a week. I'll find a way to hide you so Michael or my father dont find you, okay?"

Gregory snorts at Evan's intense voice, but his heart bursts all the same. "Okay, Evan. I promise."

"Good." Evan sounds appeased. He twists his body, reaching for something, and grabs his phone, putting one earbud in and giving Gregory the other. He opens YouTube, handing the phone to Gregory. "You can pick. Honor of the patient."

Gregory grins, giggling. "Thanks, Doctor Evan."

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#it was less that the wound was actually bad #and more that theyre 13 and the wound in question is technically a stab wound and that sounds super bad on paper #so theyre seeing it worse than it may be because its scary #lso having something stabbed in you that isnt supposed to be there #will make you woozy and almost pass out so that just adds to the scary factor for them #i hope some of the details i put in hammered in how uncomfortable evan is in his own home. but since becoming friends with gregory #(lets say a year so theyre both 13 here)#hes grown a bit more of a backbone alongside just getting older #so hes actually doing things that might get him in trouble #like hiding food and towels in his room and blocking the door with furniture #when before he would be too scared to do any of that and just let the torment happen #written with medical inaccuracies (probably) tagged #pandas writes #oneshot #ficlet #flashlight duo #gregory and evan #the aftons #evan #gregory #fnaf gregory #evan afton #flashlight duo modern au #au #blood warning #stabbing mention #blood and injury #mention of child neglect #vomit mention #flashlight duo oneshots

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sheathnknife · 8 months ago

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the vampire diaries 8.16 // louise gluck, crossroads

“and damon, like the voiceover tell us, he was worried he would never see stefan again. it was just elena assuring him that there would be peace. that we’ve dealt with this other side of darkness for several seasons, but there’s also light out there and there’s peace, and damon will find it. if you search for it, you will find it. and we wanted to get that last moment to see that [...] damon found it too, and it looked just like his brother.” — kevin williamson

#defan #the vampire diaries #web weave #not really satisfied with this one but eh #i don't envy gifmakers who've giffed the tunnel scene btw bc the lighting. my god. a travesty #anyway. beating this dead horse of an ep to death to eke out every last drop of defan it has to offer #the contrast between damon's expression when reuniting with elena vs stefan kills meeeee #he's doing THE most for stefan but for elena... go girl give us nothing dot jpeg fjskfjdj #also in typical spn brainrot fashion while listening to damon's anguished declaration of love toward stefan in the tunnel or whatever #i kept comparing it to dean's 7 minutes of incest ahh speech in the finale and. my god lol #like i'm aware pitting damon i-stole-my-little-brother's-gf-and-let-him-drown-while-locked-in-a-safe-for-three-months salvatore #against dean i-sold-my-soul-for-my-little-brother-and-i-will-do-it-again-without-hesitation winchester #is unfair to damon but damon's speech is SO bland and half-assed in and of itself #and it absolutely PALES in comparison to dean's speech it's actually pathetic lmfao #i couldn't stop thinking abt dean confessing that he stood outside sam's dorm for hours before barging in #bc he was scared sam would tell him to get lost #and it made me think that the writers could've made damon's speech that much more personal and impactful #by maybe throwing in a line like “i didn't come back to mystic falls all those years ago /just/ for katherine”#it would've recontextualized their reunion in the first ep and given the hello brother moment so much more depth #give us something authentic! something the audience isn't privy to!#something only damon would know and keep buried in the deepest darkest corner of his black heart!#like!!! i'm sorry but damon's dying (not really) declaration of love toward stefan reads so generic lol #maybe it's a me problem idk i just think the speech could've been. well. better #(obviously i blame plec she gave kevin a whole lotta nothing to work with)#like once you sit down and start dissecting damon's words they don't feel /that/ weighted. if that makes any sense #ok so maybe i just wanted him to say he didn't come back to mystic falls just for kat ! sue me #ANYWAY. someone please for the love of god write me a post finale canon compliant defan fic #a defan-in-the-afterlife fic if you will #or a damon-being-miserable-after-stefan's-death-and-being-really-shit-at-coping fic. that works too #wowee these tags are a mess

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sidras-tak · 9 months ago

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Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.

#sparklepants #we would have done anything we could to get him that wheelchair #nudge #disability #accessibility #spoonie #ok to rb and honestly please do

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insanechayne · 6 months ago

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#all I wanna do is talk to my bestie but his wife has been going through his phone when he’s asleep and targeting me for messaging him too #much for some reason so now I’m concerned that she’ll read anything I send and I feel like I have to police everything #and I want to just call him but that’s even more noticeable and I don’t want to cause tension for him or have her dislike me even more #or God forbid answer the phone on his behalf because tbh I don’t think I could hold my tongue at that point #never even met the woman yet she has some kind of issue with me all of a sudden as if he and I haven’t been besties for a year now #we talk all the time and I’m always sending him memes and other nonsense and it’s never been a problem but now she’s sneaking around behind #his back to go through his phone and even texted me a reply to a message I’d sent him which is just creepy and weird #it’s like she’s trying to scare me off but I’m not even close to a threat cause like I’m literally gay I don’t want mans at all #and bestie said he’d talk to her about all this but everything is still up in the air and I can’t do anything to solve the problem or fix #things and it’s driving me fucking insane and literally giving me anxiety so bad that it’s making me physically sick and idk what the fuck #to do about any of it at this point #like I told him if she wants to just meet me I’d love to be able to talk to her and sort this out before it becomes a worse issue but #it would appear that that’s not going to happen or at least not right now and it sucks #so I’m trying desperately to let it go and hold off on texting or calling him and just pretend like everything is fine but it’s fucking #eating me alive and all I want is to call him and talk to him about this and then have things go back to normal but I fucking can’t and I’m #sick over it legitimately #why can’t I just have normal friendships? something always gotta go bad and turn into drama and I’m getting damn sick of it #personal

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satoruxx · 8 months ago

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normally toji prides himself on being the perfect guard dog—not that he would ever tell you that. but you never have to worry about guys coming up to you when your hulking monster of a boyfriend remains at your side, continuously glaring down his nose at everyone he sees.

this usually works pretty well.

on adults.

but now, as you and him wait in line at the counter of the grocery store, he can only let out a huff of irritation as he watches the little brat in front of you both stare over his mother’s shoulder—big wide eyes locked on you.

at first you don’t really notice, too busy blabbering about something silly as you look around the store. but when you finally lock eyes with the child, you notice the way he seems to go shy, pressing his cheek deeper into his mom’s shoulder. his eyes flick away from your face for just a second, before timidly looking back. as soon as he does, you break into the sweetest, most giddy smile.

(toji would move mountains for a glimpse of that smile—and yet here this kid is just getting it without a shred of work.)

you tilt your head, raising a hand to gently wave at the boy, who flushes further under your attention, but lifts his cheek a little more. chubby fingers come up to meekly wave back, and you hold back a silent coo of affection, eyes filled with honey-like sweetness. with every little giggle and silly face you make at the boy, he seems to get more and more comfortable—toji watches you melt.

the unlucky little brat then quickly peeks at the giant man looming beside you, and toji can’t resist. his face pulls into a evil smile, teeth on full display as he wiggles his fingers sinisterly. the expression has its desired effect—the kid recoils, eyes going wide before burying his face into his mother’s neck. in a few minutes, the boy and his mom are heading out the store and you and toji start loading the groceries onto the belt.

“i saw that, you know?”

toji glances up, seeing your semi disapproving frown, and he cocks his head in faux innocence. “saw what?”

“you’re mean,” you shake your head, crossing your arms. “scaring little kids like that. quite literally the object of their nightmares.”

“ah, he’ll be alright,” toji grunts, taking the bags from the cashier in one hand and reaching for your palm with the other. “it’ll build his character.”

you snort. “he’ll have trauma.”

“like i said,” he grins, a canine display. “character.”

you roll your eyes as he tugs you out of the store—your grip on him unwilling to falter.

toji lives just like this, successful in scaring off any other person who considers giving you attention, whether that’s an adult or a little kid. and despite your exasperated complaints to at least lay off the children (they’re harmless), toji has known for a long time that he can be nothing but selfish when it comes to you.

so forgive him, if he quickly turns to this evil little tactic to scare away kids—it’s all he can really do. besides, it always works.

until now.

you’re sitting under a tree at a small park, working on some dumb assignment for one of your lectures. toji lays on his back next to you, arm draped over his eyes in a momentary respite from the normal danger of his life—eerily content.

the peace is broken by the rustling of tiny footsteps in the grass.

“here you go.”

toji pulls his arm away to peer at the owner of the voice. a boy stands there, hair tousled as he waits in front of you with his arm outstretched—in between his chubby fingers is a singular dandelion.

your eyes widen, cheeks splitting into a wide smile as you coo out your affection. “aw for me?”

the boy nods mutely, cheeks flushed as he thrusts the flower further into your view. you delicately pluck it from his hands, inhaling the fragrance with a grateful smile. “well thank you. it’s beautiful.”

he shyly kicks at a spot of grass, lips pulling up into a giddy smile under your sweet praise. “just like you,” he mumbles under his breath and you squeal softly, giggling at how adorable this kid truly is.

toji sits up before you can say anything else, lips pulled into a displeased frown as he crosses his bulky arms across his chest. “hey.” his voice comes out low and tense, even as he stares down his nose at the boy. “what are you doing?”

you turn to look at your boyfriend, at the exaggerated sneer that normally works wonders in scaring kids away, and you hold back an exasperated sigh. “toji—“

“who are you?” the boy frowns, sass appearing out of thin air as he looks toji up and down like he’s nothing but dirt under his colorful sneakers. you gape at him, eyes darting back and forth between the two as a smile threatens to make its way into your face. toji’s lips part in surprise, a tingle of heat crawling up his neck as he hears your hushed gasp of held back laughter.

“her boyfriend,” he grunts back, eyes narrowed in a way that’s oddly similar to the expression on the kid’s face.

“no way!” the boy huffs, pouting indignantly. his cheeks flush as he glares at toji—unfazed.

“uh, yes way.” toji realizes how petty he sounds, but he’s adamant—unwilling to stand down in anything that involves you.

the boy crosses his arms, mirroring toji’s pose. he rolls his eyes emphatically, lip curling as he sneers down his nose.

“isn’t she too pretty for you?” he asks bluntly. you smother another disbelieving gasp, and toji suddenly feels an unfamiliar thrill rush through his veins—this kid had guts.

“what do you know, brat?” there’s a smirk evident in toji’s voice now, and he uncrosses his arms to lean back on his palms, eyes shining with feral mirth.

“i have eyes,” the boy snaps back, putting both hands on his hips to appear more intimidating—it doesn’t work, he just looks cuter. “i can see her.”

“well quit it,” toji huffs in return. “not yours to look at.”

the kid narrows his eyes. “you’re mean!”

“and you’re nosy!”

“how am i nosy?”

“you’re comin’ over here and givin’ my girl flowers!”

“she deserves flowers!”

“of course she does! from me, you little brat!”

“you suck, old man!”

“what did you just call me?!”

a shout from across the park disrupts the heated bickering, and you all turn to see an older woman waving the boy over. he looks down at you, a sweet smile washing over his face as he tilts his head innocently. “that’s my mom. i have to go home now.”

“heh, sure thing. get home safe, okay?” you shoot toji an amused glance as you speak, and he sends a displeased glare back as he stubbornly crosses his arms again.

the boy nods, beaming at you. “okay! see you later!” he chirps. but just as he’s about to leave he turns back, eyes fixated on toji. “i hope your boyfriend learns how to be nice!”

and then he runs off.

you snort out another laugh, which only gets louder when you catch a glimpse of the way toji is practically sulking in the corner—scowling at the kid’s back with narrowed eyes.

the whole thing is so unbelievably endearing, and you can’t stop grinning as you pack up your things and stand up.

“let’s go home, toji.” you hold your palm out for him, and you’re rewarded with a pointed glance—he takes your hand anyway. even as you both exit the park, toji has an unamused pout on his face, glaring ahead.

you can’t resist.

“don’t tell me you actually feel threatened now,” you giggle, grabbing his bicep and pressing close. toji glances at you from the corner of his eyes, unamused—which only seems to make you laugh harder. “oh come on! he was so cute!”

“little brat,” he grumbles in return. “couldn’t take a hint.”

“you’re mad because the eight year old kid at the park didn’t want to believe you were my boyfriend?”

“the fuck do you think? of course i am. what do i look like if not your fucking boyfriend?”

you chortle, practically falling on him with the weight of your amusement. he sighs, disgruntled.

“it’s not funny, kid.” toji rolls his eyes at you—internally, he’s trying not to grin.

“it’s so funny, toji.” you straighten up, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. “you’re ridiculous and it’s so cute.”

he scoffs, giving you a sidelong glance before reaching up to tug at your cheek. “i’m definitely not the cute one.” he murmurs offhandedly before internally smirking at the way you seem to be caught off guard by his statement.

“whatever,” you mumble, holding his arm as you both continue walking home in relative silence. from the corner of your eye you can see toji’s expression as he mutely stares ahead, deep in thought. you decide not to disturb him, content on just feeling his warmth bleeding into your palm—always at your side.

toji replays the incident in his head multiple times as you head home. the bickering, the sass, and the unfiltered adoration that little brat seemed to have for you.

something clicks.

as you’re pushing open the door of your apartment, you hear toji quietly chuckle from behind you, and you turn to look at him over you shoulder. “what?”

he shakes his head slowly, eyes shut even as an uncharacteristically soft smile tugs at his lips. “just thinking…”

“about what?” you ask curiously.

toji grins at you, cocking his head fondly. “when we have a kid, i want the little brat to be just like that.”

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