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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 3 years

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How would yanderes Tanjiro and Rengoku (Separate) react to the reader getting gifts from another unknown secret admirer of hers? Lol, I have a feeling this might not end well

Oh ho♥~

Oh man, what an interesting ask Anon! What a can of worms to open today, especially with these yandere boys~

Your feelings would be very accurate by the way (-m-)

Thank you for requesting! I hope I've written your request well! Please don't hesitate to request something from me again ^--^

Tanjiro Kamado:

Tanjiro had expected you to get the odd compliment here and there because you were stunning - both inside and out

But this?

To get sent gifts and in such a frequent nature really pushed and prodded at Tanjiro's buttons

They arrived every week at varying times, delivered by the nice hands of a postman - who Tanjiro had known since he was a small child and trusted

Each gift arriving with a letter of admiration

Disgusting...

But what the admirer hadn't accounted for, was Tanjiro's excellent and practically super-natural sense of smell

Tanjiro had been looking, smelling for the scent that stunk his house and darling S/O with such an awful unwanted smell of lust

Surprisingly it really didn't take long to match the smell

And for a brief moment of time, Tanjiro finds himself rather disappointed with the man who stands in front of him

Nothing but an anxious-looking married man standing at a hairpin stall with his wife - who spoke in such a harsh tone at him that Tanjiro became amused rather quickly - and Tanjiro found himself knowing why the man had come to admire you

Of course, He couldn't have the admire sending anymore letters of proclaimed love and gifts anymore..

So what if he ruined the man's reputation by finding his wife and telling her?

Tears pricking his waterline, honest hands trembling falsely as he held one of the admirer's letter's out to his wife spinning lies of stalking and harassment - throwing in a sob and more lies that the wife lapped up, because he was sweet honest Tanjiro and it was very rare for nobody to believe him..

It was all for you anyway

Besides a married man shouldn't be sending a married woman gifts and letters of such a love + lust filled quality..

Although it was very tempting to break the admirer's bones but thinking about how sad you'd be stops him from doing it

Rengoku Kyojuro:

Kyojuro expected nothing-less for such a wonderful and beautiful person

In fact, Kyojuro was quite lenient and let the gifts and letters keep coming to the house - he wouldn't admit it but he did find them amusing

They were only small things and nothing too grand or obnoxious

You were so kind and didn't know how to put it to a stop - "I want to let them down nicely Kyo" You'd murmured sweetly one day to him - but you did enjoy the sweet words of your admirer

Of course when things still kept coming, only then did Kyojuro start becoming annoyed

With each letter there was more gifts - trinkets and replica's of thing's Kyojuro had already bought you - and it started tugging Kyojuro's nerves in a rather unpleasant way

As more weeks went by the tugging of his nerves became harder until there was a fire roaring in his ears...

Until Kyojuro can't take it anymore

And with a kiss to your forehead and a promise to come back soon, Kyojuro Rengoku leaves under the guise of something coming up with Senjuro when he was actually waiting for your admirer

Hiding, concealed in the darkness of a starless and cloudy night offered many opportunities

Such as an admirer placing letters and gifts in a letterbox

Kyojuro moves on instinct, hitting with strength and knocking them out quicker then wanted

It's a wonder what the shady part of an alleyway + town can do....

Its not his fault that they needed so much persuasion to leave alone, wasn't his fault that he came back with some bruises and some blood on his trousers

But you'll forgive him for messing up his trousers, right? With a smile and a kiss mixed with a giggle at his soft movements, you'll forgive him right?

Weeks later, you retrieve the mail with a happier and unbothered hop in your step

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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hi i'm just vv curious (it's a weird question 😅) sooo, do u have preferences when reading? like maybe you can be immersed in the story more if other character names used are korean (jihyo/taewoo) or american/english (jane/clint)??? and other stuffs

🌷 Hmm interesting question. I assume this question is for fanfics? On name choices? No thoughts, really. I just think they're names to indicate location of the story too. If the story is set in Korea, it's just right to see Korean-named characters. If it's in other location or even a different world (say Fantasy), then having non-korean names also fits the setting. Reader inserts vs named OC, I don't have preferences since I always think of the character as OC (not as 'myself' the reader). Same way how I treat books/novels, which are mostly named OCs (even if the pov is in 2nd or 1st like The Lovely Bones or The Catcher in the Rye).

I guess what's cringey for me is the use of 'oppa'? I get that in Korean context, it's meant to be used by a female for an older male (can be brother or non-related). But I've seen 'Oppa' used in some vids or posts that make me cringe (like the term is used to mean a hot, thirst-inducing male haha or dilf-y but make it slightly older brother vibes). So every time I see the term used in fics, I have to stop myself reacting 😬. But that's just me and my experience seeing how it's been used.

More thoughts about reading preferences under the cut (can't guarantee they're coherent lol)

I also like balance and progression? 'Balance' seems to be a favorite word in my life. Progression - a well developed plot/characters/relationships would be nice. Like don't just add smut as a resolution for the sake of having smut in the scene when the characters clearly have so many issues to resolve that moment. I'd also rather read a smutless fic if it doesn't really need one (sometimes it feels like the smut is forced to be included in the story because I understand a lot of people like smut). Or it's weird if it's hurt/comfort fic and we're in the middle of seeing their development then suddenly it's all smutty/kinky? I'd feel like smut was just forced in the story but end of day it's at the expense of the characters/relationship development. The momentum of healing suddenly feels disregarded too. I understand it must be difficult to develop the story while ensuring that the growth in the plot/characters/relationships is also at the right pace. So, it's not a deal breaker and I'd still read and find things I like/love about the fic.

I guess, same way with slow burn? Like I've read one slow burn that felt like it was so forced to be slow that at one point it almost felt so unnatural or intentional because I'm not seeing any growth in the characters or even the relationships (and the author actually received a lot of comments about this too). So, I call it gratuitous slow burn 😅. Well, I still read it because I still love the story but I had to agree that it felt forced at times to be that slow for the sake of torture lol. On the other hand, I think I posted a rambling about a slow burn fic I'm reading on ao3 where we're already at 260k words and the characters haven't even kissed 🤭. Now, that fic is just perfect 👌. Because the progress of the characters and relationships was just right. We really see character development and we know that once the OC achieved certain level of comfort/safety, things will unfold naturally. So, it doesn't matter to me (if it's really slooow or too angsty or too smutty) as long as there is balance in the story elements (again, it just throws me off a bit when: there's smut for the sake of just inserting it, or making it slow but it's not making sense anymore, or too fast just to race it to the happy ending finish line, or killing characters just to make it angsty even though it's not needed).

I also dislike romanticized concepts on topics which shouldn't be romanticized. I read any genre (even yandere, crime, thriller, infidelity themes), but the feeling I should have after reading should be scared or creeped out. Even with infidelity fics, I read because one, I like angst; second, I want to understand from the characters' pov. It shouldn't feel like 'ooh cheating looks fun' or 'oh he's so hot!' (even though he abused and killed some characters 😅).

I said a lot but honestly I still read even if there are snippets of these in the fic. First, these are just free stories that the author still painstakingly took time to plan, develop and write. Not easy, folks! Second, I feel like I'm being too harsh if I demand these personal 'preferences' of mine over something I'm not even paying for. The least I can do is to show appreciation or 'share' with others (because maybe it's not my cup of tea but it'll end up as someone's favorite.)

It also doesn't mean one can be harsh just because you purchased the book or commissioned it. End of day, let's choose to be kind and focus on good over bad.

If you've reached this part, thank you for reading these ramblings of mine 😂. I actually want to hear other's preferences too when it comes to reading. I know others are nitpicking on grammar or misspellings but I don't really mind these. I feel like people don't have time to edit and that's okay.

Anyway, thank you for this ask, anon. I actually enjoyed answering this. I feel like I put more thought into this vs my responses to my boss' questions about reports hahaha 😂🤣.

Sending you love and hugs wherever you are 🤗.

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phati-sari · 3 years

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Hello Phati Sari. I asked the question about the suicide attempt. And I just saw the answers about Arnav’s abuse. That is what I am getting at. I feel like he reflected on his feelings for Khushi and realized her innocent or not didn’t matter because he loved her. But I’m not sure he ever reflected on how his actions drove her to the state of mind where she would carefully plan a suicide based on the reasons she gave. And jumping from a one story building could have caused multiple broken bones.

This continues my earlier ask. Couldn’t type anymore. Besides broken bones, head injuries and lacerations could occur. I am at a disadvantage because I don’t speak Hindi so depend on blogs for translation and analysis sometimes. He does say sorry on the way to remarriage but in the light of the real abuse he did I am not sure it showed effectively enough his understanding of that. I just discovered the rewinds where he reflects and I understand he does show it there sometimes but I can find no

To continue. Sorry so long. I can find no English translations for his dialogs in the rewinds. Is there a place you know where some might be available or can you throw some light on pieces of his dialog that shows some deeper understanding of how his actions were abusive and he takes ownership for that abuse aside from Khushi letting him off the hook because she knows he loves her and her tears hurt him too. Sorry that isn’t enough for understanding even in fiction. Please edit ask if need. Than

Hello!

Firstly, I have to say that I think I’ve answered your question already. I realise it was not to your satisfaction, but in my mind I’ve already given my answer. I’m going to answer using specific quotes from your ask to make this a little easier because I think you’re actually asking a different question entirely.

But I’m not sure he ever reflected on how his actions drove her to the state of mind where she would carefully plan a suicide based on the reasons she gave.

But explicitly on-screen, no.

And jumping from a one story building could have caused multiple broken bones. Besides broken bones, head injuries and lacerations could occur.

Well yeah, I wasn’t minimising what could’ve happened. Your earlier question, however, explicitly asked whether Arnav could chalk it up to drama, and I said he could.

That you didn’t like the answer doesn’t change my outlook -- yes the outcome could’ve been serious but a man who thinks he was duped by this woman’s faux innocence, that she was always trying to entrap or confuse him, could absolutely have come to the conclusion that she was faking her attempt at suicide because she wanted something from him.

To clarify, I’ve never thought her attempt was anything but serious, and have written essays about how much I disagreed with the track being given a comedic treatment.

I just discovered the rewinds where he reflects and I understand he does show it there sometimes

Does he though? I mean, Arnav spends most of his time spouting poetry in the Rewind, not genuinely reflecting on his behaviour. I’ll admit to my bias -- both EJ and Rewind strike me as out-of-character bullshit that I enjoy if the mood strikes me, but they’re not canon in my eyes.

Is there a place you know where some might be available or can you throw some light on pieces of his dialog that shows some deeper understanding of how his actions were abusive and he takes ownership for that abuse aside from Khushi letting him off the hook because she knows he loves her and her tears hurt him too

You’re not going to find this in the canon. I’m sorry, I understand why you’re looking for it, really I do. The closest we get are vague statements in EJ and in the Rewind.

(This turned into a bit of a live-blog on the Rewind.)

In Episode 1 of the Rewind, Arnav reflects on their first meeting. He says that he was angry at Khushi because his show was ruined. He says that he rained upon her like lava. (Lava?? That’s taken straight from fanfiction my God.)

Arnav: “Aaj yaad karta hoon toh lagta hai ki kitna bura bartaav kiya maine uske saath uss din.” -- When I think about it now, I think of how badly I behaved with her that day.

He admits to wrongdoing but as it immediately follows a justification, I’m not convinced it’s particularly reflective or deep. He always knew he was wrong -- the countless flashbacks to this meeting showed this in the canon.

In Episode 2, when he talks about the release of the video footage, Arnav smilingly tells the camera that he didn’t realise it would ~complicate~ Khushi’s life so much. This one action invited Shyam into her life and he smiles while he recalls it???

Ugh, this is the episode with the naaaaaavvvvvvv. Naaaaaaaavvvv. Fuck me dead I hate the Rewind so much, anon you’d better send me loads of virtual potatoes for this!

Episode 3, in which Arnav reduces his abuse of the employer-employee relationship with Khushi to a video game in which one has to defeat their opponent.

At least she apparently took the raksha bandhan seriously.

OH MY GOD THE MUG I’D FORGOTTEN THE MUG, BLISSFULLY WIPED IT FROM MY MEMORY. MY EYES. MY EEYYYEEESSS.

In Episode 6, Arnav admits he feels guilty when he thinks of the things he said and made Khushi do on the night of the photoshoot. His punishment is taking his wife to eat parathas -- a punishment Arnav admits is inadequate because he made so many mistakes.

In Episode 7, Arnav admits that regrets many of his decisions in his and Khushi’s story. But he hedges, saying that his mind wasn’t listening to his heart at the time. And then tries to justify his anger by bringing up that she told everyone about Lavanya.

In Episode 8, Arnav says that he gets goosebumps when he thinks about something happening to Khushi at the guesthouse. He says he still gets tears in his eyes when he thinks about how her arm was hurt. And yet, no examination of physical abuse.

In Episode 9, he admits that he’d crossed too many lines and Khushi’s anger was justified when she resigned. He admits that he made her life miserable, that he was “torturing” her. He says that he’d never send her where her life was in danger, though, and that she was wrong in saying that.

Ahh I’d totally spaced on him saying that he’d heard his dhak-dhak for the first time on Teej.

In Episode 14, Arnav reiterates that he regrets how he treated Khushi, and he wishes they knew what they know now: that they were falling in love.

And then Arnav disappears from the Rewind. His behaviour in the contract marriage and beyond is not reflected on.

I’m not seeing anything in the Rewind that constitutes Arnav showing a deeper understanding of his abusive behaviour and taking ownership of it and its influence on Khushi. I mean, it’s there in the edges of what he says, but it’s not actually what he says. And what he says was always in the serial -- in his monologues, in his flashbacks, in his moments of introspection. It should not be news to anyone.

When I say IPKKND is set in a fantasy world where Arnav’s behaviour is not coded as abusive, I don’t mean and so we shouldn’t examine it through that lense. I mean that the characters will not admit to it being abuse any more than Aragorn is going to comment on the lack of women in LOTR or Aslan is going to say “I’m actually Jesus.” The conclusion that his behaviour is abusive is external to the serial, internally he’s driven by the trauma of the Tragedy and has the blessing of Devi Maiyya.

And so, there is no examination -- internally -- of this behaviour. Even in Lavanya’s case, Arnav never mentions the gross power imbalance and her ready acceptance of his abuse as reasons for the breakup. The show is silent on the topic (though my recaps aren’t) and the audience is left with the genuinely absurd idea that it was about how he didn’t love her. It wasn’t -- he knew he didn’t love her when they first broke up lol. It was about their interaction at the poolside where she admitted he’d never been nice to her. Ever. And that she just accepted as it as a given in their dynamic. Even in the Rewind, Arnav emphasizes that he didn’t love Lavanya, that he only saw her as a friend, instead of admitting he was emotionally abusive.

Coming back to Arnav’s reflection -- Arnav always, always, will be able to justify his point of view. Everyone is the Hero in their own story -- the entire thrust of this blog is to show that.

Now, I don’t need Arnav to say he was abusive -- I know he was, but I also think the redemption he was offered in the serial was fine (I’m qhsahil in that exchange, but I reckon you will agree with the others). I think it was in keeping with the characters shown in the serial and I have absolutely no desire to see any come-upperance or vengeance on Khushi’s behalf.

In conclusion, I get where you’re coming from, and I even understand why you want to see him say and admit these things, but I disagree that we see (or ever will see) them in the canon, or that we even need them in general.

Thanks for asking!

#ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arshi #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #analysis #anon ask #answered

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thirstybtsthoughts · 4 years

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🎭 anon here! So I had every intention of sending in that continuation but something happened at work that made me super stressed and I didn't have the energy. But good news (or bad news) is I ended up writing even more to it because I have zero self control when it comes to my Tae thirst, oops 😁 Just so you know it's pretty hefty (1k+ words is big for asks, I'm guessing 12 or 13 parts) so I apologize if it's too much, just tell me not to do it again and I won't flood your asks lol

(Hi 🎭 anon! Thank you for this! I’ve included the first part you sent me on here too so it goes together as one piece! I loved reading this omg you’re such a great writer! Also I may have salivated, whined and actually moaned because this was so hot and I could imagine it so vividly 🥵💦 - Bunny 🐰)

Written by 🎭 anon:

The latest pic of Tae man spreading with the Taeconda on full display is sending me 🥵 I can't stop thinking about being on your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his inner thighs over his pants to mold your palm and fingers around his bulge, the heat of him warming your hand. You look up at him and he's watching you with a dark look in his eyes, tongue between teeth, and you plant kisses on his knees and up his thighs, begging, "Please, Tae, please."

He tucks your hair behind your ear gently, fingers trailing your jaw until his thumb swipes over your lips and you wetly kiss that too, sucking lightly on the pad of it. “Please - what, baby girl? What do you want?” He asks lowly, baritone voice dripping with sex and making a rush of wetness flood your panties. You pop open the button on his slacks and pull the zipper down as you stand and place your knee next to his leg so you can lean down over him and place your mouth on his ear.

Your hand dips into the opening of his pants to rub softly over his quickly swelling length through the thin material of his underwear and you whisper hotly, “I want to suck your cock, please. Want to taste you and feel my lips wrapped around your velvet skin until you come for me, giving me everything, every drop. All for me. Please, please. I want it so bad. Want you so bad, Tae.” He groans at your words, hips shifting into your touch. You trace your tongue from his earlobe down his jaw, following the path of his fingers on your face moments earlier, until you meet his mouth and swallow the sounds he’s making, coaxing his tongue into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl,” He holds your face, tilting it to the side to bite and lick at your neck, “That’s so fucking hot. You’re so good at turning me on, making me hard for you. Feel that,” His hand covers yours in his pants and he makes you squeeze around him, the full shape of him evident around both your fingers. He hisses and grits his teeth, “You feel that hard cock, hm? It’s yours. All fucking yours, baby, take it all.”

You kiss his mouth quickly in gratitude, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth harder than you mean to in your rush to return to your knees. He doesn't seem bothered though, teeth slightly bared as he watches you with lowered lids settling between his legs again. Immediately you begin manoeuvring his suit pants down his hips and thighs, shimmying the underwear down too with the help of him lifting his ass off the seat. You roughly shove all the material to his ankles and out of the way.

"Ooh, so desperate for my cock.." He remarks, the teasing smirk on his face even more deliciously sinful than his words. You let yourself appreciate the view of his naked lower half for a second, your eyes lingering on the mouth watering sight at the base of his lap: Taehyung's hard, godly cock stands proud; massive and beautiful and straining to be touched. It twitches, already flushed from your minimal attention, its tip the same lovely warm shade of his lips. "Not yours." You suddenly respond, undoing the bottom two buttons on his white shirt to pull it open and reveal his naval which you press purposeful kisses to. Your slow, chaste kisses continue along the soft skin of his tummy, lowering to his right hip bone and then tracing across to his left, all the while intentionally avoiding even slightly brushing any part of you against his throbbing cock.

"Mine." Your eyes finally flick up to meet his and you hover your mouth close to the tip of him, exhaling hot breath on him and relishing in the small whine that barely escapes his chest. "It's all fucking mine, remember? So I think that means I'm desperate for MY cock."

"Baby girl…" He warns darkly. But he already looks so fucked out and you haven't even properly touched him yet. You open your mouth in an enticing O shape but still you only allow your bottom lip to trail around the rim of his leaking cock, a challenge in your eyes. Your hands smooth from his thighs up to his hips repeatedly your thumbs grazing closer to where he wants you.

"Fuck," He says under his breath, and when the tip of your tongue darts out to collect the bead of his arousal gathered on your lip in a feather light touch, the sight alone is enough to make him wilt, swearing louder, "Fuck. Ok, please, please. Take my - ah, your cock, it's yours - please, baby, suck it for me." And after a moment his tone drops dangerously from prey to predator and he groans, "Be my good girl and suck your cock." And it's your turn to wilt, moaning shamelessly as his words go straight to your core. You press the flat of your tongue to his cock head, enjoying the taste of him and the way he chokes on a relieved sound as you let your salivating mouth drip down his length, using your hand to spread the slick evenly down his shaft.

When he's nice and wet you squeeze the base of him, your fingers unable to fully wrap around his girth, and you lick a stripe up the underside of him just to feel the hot vein against your tongue. You moan in unison with him when you finally take him in your mouth, velvet skin as perfect as you remember although his size takes you by surprise every time. You start slow and build up to a faster rhythm, alternating between stroking your fist along the few inches of his cock that your mouth struggles to reach even as you're taking him in deeply, and cupping his balls in the way you know heightens his sensitivity. "Oh fuck, baby girl," He grinds out, his long slender fingers knotting into your hair so he can watch the way his cock disappears inside your hungry mouth, guiding your head from his grip on you. "Just like that." You hum, the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue forcing you to rub your thighs together, and his breathing picks up. He tightens his fingers against your scalp, one of the dazzling jewels on his many rings catching in your hair with a pleasant sting, and his hips begin jerking to meet the thrusts. Your eyes are already watering from how deeply he's fucking up into your mouth so you add a second hand to his shaft, using both fists to jerk him off while you seal your lips around the tip of his pulsing cock, focusing your attention on twirling your tongue around the head and tonguing his slit, sucking all the while to the crescendo of his moans.

"Oh baby, don't stop, don't stop. I'm going to fucking come, I'm going to fucking come so hard for you." He's a vocal mess, nearly unable to keep from throwing his head back but even more unable to tear his eyes away from your mouth and hands on him. "So good, you're so good. You want it, baby girl?" You hum in answer and his voice hitches, "Want all I have to give you - fuck! Oh shit, take it all for me, I'm -" His throaty voice chokes off in a silent groan and you feel the first burst of hot liquid, struggling to swallow but managing while continuing the motion of your hands to let him ride the orgasm out. You don't let up until his ragged moans and heavy breath turn to overstimulated gasps, and he pets your hair back, watching the way you lick your lips and wipe at your mouth.

He pulls you in by the nape of your neck and kisses you hard, tongue sliding against yours, and a pleased sound comes from his throat when he finds the taste of himself. "Fucking perfect." He mumbles languidly against your mouth. When he notices the restless way you move your lower half he raises a single eyebrow and slowly smiles, "Is my baby girl wet from sucking my cock?" You nod helplessly, touching his collarbones and the strands of hair on the back of his neck. "You know I am, Tae." Now that he's taken care of, your neglected center throbs in distress at the thought of being left without.

His tongue pokes the corner of his lips in that way you love and his hands grip your hips, moving you over to straddle his bare thigh. "You want to ride my thigh? Soothe that aching little pussy while I get this cock ready for you again, hm?" He begins guiding you along him, pulling you down tight as he lifts his leg up against you. You cry out and attempt to urge his steady pace faster but he lands a swift smack on your ass in retaliation, and as if your poor pussy wasn't already weeping, an absolute deluge of arousal comes after the spank, soaking his thigh. "No, no, no, honey, you don't get to come yet. I'm going to edge you first and then you can come on this cock or not at all." When your face falls he grins wickedly in response, his breath hot as he whispers into the shell of your ear, "Did you think I wouldn't punish you, baby girl?"

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lazyfox411 · 4 years

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Zombie on the Doorstep

Requested by anon, from an ask meme! Fandom is rvb and it’s tuckington, since you let me choose and i am trash lol. Sort of a modern au, Wash showing up on Tucker’s doorstep with a broken leg and covered in little cuts. Thanks so much for sending in a prompt, I really appreciate it! So sorry it’s taken so long to get out, I’ve had a very busy time having to move out of my dorm because of these coronavirus precautions. If anyone else would like to send in a prompt, feel free!

Length: 1623 words

There’s absolutely nothing on TV.

Tucker sighs, face half smushed into a couch cushion, arm extended to point the remote, and flicks through the channels one last time. Infomercials, the news, a documentary about gazelles or something, and a dumb zombie movie he’s seen about a thousand times. He settles on the zombies and ambles to the fridge for another beer.

Spending Friday night by yourself, he decides, is the fucking worst. Ever since moving to this godawful town, leaving his friends behind and working a dumb nine to five office job, he’s felt like all the life is sucked out of the world. But he didn’t do this for him. This neighborhood is safer, schools here are way better, more expensive, but better, and Junior has made new friends and is happier than he’s ever been.

Okay, so maybe not all the life has been sucked out, Tucker thinks, smiling at the family photos hung on the wall. Junior isn’t here tonight, though, he’s having a sleepover at his new friend’s house, and so Tucker is all alone, with nothing but a shitty beer and a shitty zombie movie to keep him company. He sighs again and turns the volume up, bright screen flashing around the dark living room.

About halfway through the movie, Tucker is bored out of his mind and also debating whether or not to leave the comfort of the couch for a snack. Before he can choose, there’s a knock at the door, or at least something that sounds like a knock. It’s faint and uneven and makes Tucker wonder if it was just the wind, but no, there’s definitely a shadow swaying in the window.

He slowly makes his way to door, a little voice in the back of his skull telling him to grab something to use as a weapon in case it’s a zombie.

What the hell? he asks himself. Get ahold of yourself, man, it’s a movie.

Still. He picks up his empty beer bottle. Grips the neck firmly. Just in case. He is a grown ass man and he is not afraid of zombies, he’s just. Being prepared, is all. He can’t believe he’s letting the dumb zombie movie get into his head.

The man behind the door, though he could be mistaken for someone doing his best impression of one, is not a zombie. Tucker blinks in surprise. “Wash?”

Wash is the only person in this town who hasn’t treated Tucker like a shitty outsider since moving here. It may have something to do with people treating Wash like he is also a shitty outsider. Either way, Wash is about the only person even coming close to the friend territory for Tucker. He is also the last person Tucker expected to find on his doorstep.

Wash staggers forward and makes a strained sort of moaning sound, and Tucker momentarily reconsiders the zombie theory until he gets a good look at Wash, leaning heavily against the doorframe, breathing hard, and bleeding from a gash on his forehead. He’s not the risen undead, he’s just hurt. Pretty badly.

“Jesus, Wash,” Tucker moves to support him and gently lead him inside, out of the cold. “What the hell happened, man? Are you okay?”

He’s obviously very much not okay, but after Tucker gets him seated on the couch and he takes a few deep breaths, some of the colour returns to his face.

“I kind of, um…crashed my car.” Wash rubs a hand sheepishly along the back of his neck, a nervous habit Tucker’s noticed in just the short time they’ve known each other. With the other hand, he gestures outside, though the still-open door.

Tucker looks, and, sure enough, sees Wash’s little grey sedan a little farther down the road, rendered useless with its hood bent around a tree. There is a nasty curve in the road right there, and with the strong wind that makes it hard to even pull the door closed, it isn’t difficult to imagine what happened.

Wash is apologizing, talking too fast and moving his hands, embarrassed, saying, “I just knew that you lived here from that one time I dropped you off and I’m really sorry to bother you but I was just hoping that maybe I could borrow your phone because mine sort of got broken and I just need to call a tow truck and then I’ll be out of your hair—”

“Tow truck?” Tucker stares at Wash incredulously, who is still bleeding from a thousand tiny cuts on his face and is avoiding putting any weight on his visibly swollen left leg. “Tow truck?” he repeats, “are you out of your mind? Wash, you need an ambulance.”

“No!” Wash jumps up to put himself between Tucker and his cell phone sitting on the coffee table. He lands on his bad leg and nearly crumples to the floor.

Even as Tucker helps him back onto the couch, Wash is adamant. “No ambulances. I’m not going to the hospital.”

“Well you’re sure as hell not leaving this house, then, because I know for a fact you aren’t going to look after yourself.”

Wash sighs and crosses his arms. Then he winces and uncrosses them

“You can stay here tonight,” Tucker offers, because he is just a nice person like that and definitely not because of the strange feeling in his gut that says he doesn’t want Wash to leave. For sure, it’s because he’s nice, and not that feeling, at all whatsoever. “Don’t worry about the car, we can deal with that tomorrow.”

Wash looks up at him, dumbfounded. “A-Are you sure? You don’t have to do that, Tucker, really, I’m okay. I don’t want to impose.”

I’m okay is possibly the most blatant lie Tucker’s ever heard in his entire life, but he doesn’t call Wash out on it. Instead, he says, “Dude, don’t use big words, I don’t know what they mean.”

Wash opens his mouth, probably to argue that impose is actually a relatively small word, but Tucker is leaving the room. He returns moments later with a first aid kit and a couple ice packs.

Wash tries to protest at that, too, insisting he’s fine.

“Shut up,” Tucker tells him, “I’m a doctor.”

Tucker is most definitely not a doctor, and Wash knows this, but it amuses him enough to listen and shut his mouth. He audibly holds back a groan as Tucker lifts his leg to prop it up on a throw pillow.

“I know, I know,” Tucker says, surprising even himself with how gentle that sounded. He quickly changes tone to, “But you’re supposed to elevate it so it doesn’t get all, like, swollen and shit.”

“You don’t sound like a doctor,” Wash informs him.

“Well, I don’t normally do broken bones. I specialize in love,” Tucker says, waggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly. That earns an eyeroll and a soft smile from Wash, so he counts it as a win.

He pulls out some band-aids and little antiseptic wipe thingies (okay, yeah, he’s really not a doctor), and gets to work tending the cuts on Wash’s face. The car window must have been smashed. He tries his damnedest not to make awkward eye contact with Wash while staring at his face. Wash does his part by focusing on a very interesting thread coming loose from the couch.

“There.” Tucker leans back and admires his handiwork, and gives Wash the ice packs to distribute them as he pleases. One goes to his leg, and the other, his ribs. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” Wash says sincerely. “Thank you Tucker.”

Tucker feels a lot more flustered than he thinks he should feel, and nods, speechless, before retreating to the kitchen.

He roots around the refrigerator for some leftover pizza. He doesn’t have a whole lot of food in the house right now, but it’s better than nothing. He can guess with a fair amount of certainty that Wash hasn’t eaten yet today. Plus, it will be a lot harder for Wash to say things to fluster him when his mouth his pull of pizza.

He snags some pain killers, too. Wash will be too proud to ask for them, but he’ll appreciate them, Tucker is sure.

It occurs to Tucker that maybe Wash is a little farther into friend territory than he thought, since Tucker knows all these things about him. He decides not to dwell on that idea right this second. Or any future seconds.

He returns, hands out the snacks and medicine, and makes himself comfortable next to Wash on the couch. Wash is lying down, tips of his hair brushing against Tucker’s thigh. It tickles, but he doesn’t mind. He reaches over the back of the couch and snags a blanket, pulling it over Wash. Wash freezes, mid-bite of pizza, but doesn’t say anything. Tucker grabs his own slice and turns his attention back to the TV, to the stupid movie.

Wash nitpicks, highlighting details that are left out, and unrealistic stunts the characters are pulling off, tentatively at first, and more enthusiastically when Tucker doesn’t discourage it. Tucker jumps at the jump scare, it is indeed called that for a reason, and he feels Wash chuckle. It’s a nice feeling, even though it’s at his expense, and he thinks maybe the movie isn’t so dumb after all.

By the time it’s over, Tucker doesn’t feel so lonely anymore. He looks down at Wash.

“That,” Wash blinks at the TV as the credits roll past, “that was the worst ending, ever. Of all time.”

Tucker smiles. Wash smiles back. Tucker has seen the movie a thousand times before and hated it, but this time, he thinks the ending seemed pretty good.

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75 for Andy/Sharon maybe?

Hey Anon! Thank you for sending this ask! I’m slowly working on all the prompt asks I’ve received, so I will be bothering everyone with some more short stories!

So here’s the one you’ve asked for… this could be a missing scene of “Chain Reaction” (Major Crimes 3x15), before the Christmas party. Yeah, I know Christmas is over, but I hope you will enjoy it all the same! ;)

75. “What did you expect?”

Rusty was sitting in the kitchen on one of the stools eating some Christmas cookies Sharon had made the day before, when his phone buzzed. He unlocked the screen and read the text.

Nicole: Hey Rusty! Just wanted to wish you happy holidays. Heard your brother and sister are in town, hope you’re all having a blast. How are things going between our two not-dating lovebirds? lol

Rusty shook his head and snickered, catching Emily and Ricky’s attention. The siblings were sitting on the couch watching the umpteenth Christmas movie. Rusty gave up after the second one as he pointed out how those kinds of movies all looked alike. Both Ricky and Emily had rolled their eyes at him and stuck their tongues at their younger brother in disapproval. They were now staring at Rusty questioningly. After a moment, Ricky finally asked, “What’s so funny, little bro?”

“Uhm, nothing… just a joke I’ve read…” Rusty replied cryptically.

Emily exchanged a look with Ricky before tilting her head in curiosity and looking back at Rusty, “Care to share?” She questioned with a grin.

Rusty bit his upper lip, wondering what to say. Suddenly he pointed at the television and exclaimed mockingly, “Oh guys, you’re going to miss the moment where the woman is stuck in a snow storm, the guy rescues her, and they confess their love to each other!”

Emily rolled her eyes at him. She and Ricky returned their attention to the screen, but not before Ricky grumbled to Rusty, “You’re no fun, man.”

Rusty shook his head and went back to Nicole’s text. He quickly typed his answer and hit send.

Rusty: Happy holidays to you and your fam, Nicole! Yes, the siblings are here and we’re doing the usual Christmas traditions, that’s fun though… even if they can be quite a drag sometimes! As for our two not-dating lovebirds, nothing new. Things are pretty much the same as usual, it is almost boring.

He didn’t have to wait long to get an answer back from Flynn’s daughter.

Nicole: What did you expect? Them to jump each other’s bones right away? They need time. They’re slowly starting to realize what’s going on between them, we just have to wait and see! Good things are about to happen, I’m sure of that! ;)

Rusty could picture Nicole’s enthusiasm and he shook his head at the young woman’s excitement. He read her text once again and made a disgusted face when Nicole mentioned something he’d rather not think about. He quickly typed.

Rusty: Ewww Nicole! I would appreciate it if you don’t say such things to me. I don’t need to picture what those two could do in private.

Rusty took a bite of his cookie as his phone buzzed once again. He put the sweet down and read the text.

Nicole: You’re aware that this is something people in a relationship do, right?

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. It was enough to have Ricky teasing him about those kinds of things: he surely didn’t need Nicole to join in the fun.

Rusty: Ha ha ha, very funny. You’re quite a comedian.

Rusty put down his phone to finish eating his cookie, when another buzzing interrupted him. He expected it to be another text from Nicole, but he was surprised when he read Lieutenant Flynn on the screen.

Lieutenant Flynn: Hey Rusty! The case is taking longer than we expected and I need some help with the Christmas party at the office. Sharon’s pretty disappointed about your wrecked family plans, so I thought it would be nice to bring Christmas here to the division? Call me when you get this. Thanks kiddo.

Rusty read the text over again and sighed. Why was everybody looking for him today? He heard Ricky burst into laughter and Emily clapping. Rusty assumed the two siblings had reached the part of the movie where the protagonists get together. He rubbed his chin and thought that it wouldn’t hurt to ask for a helping hand. He stood from his stool as he walked to the living room and stood in front of the television. Ricky and Emily began to complain, but Rusty motioned for them to calm down before he announced, “Shut down the TV, we’ve got to save Christmas!”

“What do you mean?” Emily asked, getting suddenly curious.

“Lieutenant Flynn just texted me.” Rusty explained showing his phone. “Said it might be a little while before they close the case and asked for help with the Christmas party. He said something about wanting to bring Christmas to the division…” his voice trailed off as he studied the faces of his siblings, hoping he had said enough to catch their attention. “I’m supposed to call him…”

“Well, what are you waiting for, little bro?” Ricky exclaimed. “Call him and put him on speakerphone. We need to discuss this!”

Rusty laughed at Ricky’s excitement and sat down next to his siblings on the couch while he called Andy. He put the phone on the little table and waited for the Lieutenant to answer. The phone didn’t ring long before Andy’s voice filled the room, “Thank you, Rusty. I appreciate you calling so quickly.”

“No problem, Lieutenant. Just so you know, you’re on speakerphone. Emily and Ricky are with me right now.” He informed the man. “I thought we might need the help of two more elves!” He joked.

“Hi Andy!” Ricky greeted Flynn while his sister added, “Hey Lieutenant!”

“Hey there Emily, Ricky… I have no words to say how much I appreciate your help. We’re stuck with this case and I can tell your mom is bummed out that it kinda wrecked your holiday plans.” Andy paused, they heard him walk when he added, in a lower voice, “And I thought it would be nice if we could bring Christmas to the division… something that could make her…” He stopped and cleared his throat as he fumbled, “Her and the whole team, that’s it… feel more like home.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Lieutenant.” Emily said with a smile. “I like this idea. We could bring the Christmas cookies Mom made yesterday…”

“That’s great, Emily.” Andy replied. “We’re going to throw the party in the break room…”

“Oh wait!” Ricky exclaimed, cutting short the Lieutenant, “What’s better for Mom to feel like home than to bring the whole Christmas village to the division?” He offered excitedly.

“Well the Christmas village is more your thing, Ricky!” Emily shot back, rolling her eyes at her brother.

“Yeah, Emily’s right. It’s just an excuse for you to set up the Christmas village again this year.” Rusty grinned.

Ricky was about to defend himself when Andy interrupted them and said, “I think it is an awesome idea… if it is no trouble for you to bring it down here and set it up.”

“No trouble at all!” Ricky immediately answered, clapping excitedly.

Rusty and Emily exchanged a look as Emily muttered, “Of course not.” Rusty snickered and Ricky threw a deadly stare to both before adding, “We can manage to get to storage, but we might need help getting to your headquarters.”

“No worries at all, Ricky. I can sneak out late this afternoon and drop by to pick you all up. Then you all can set up the Christmas village in the break room while we hopefully close this case.”

“Good deal, Andy. See you later then!”

“I’ll see you all later. Thank you for the help, I appreciate it.” Andy replied truthfully.

“No, thank you!” Emily stepped in, “Mom will really like this, I know for sure.”

Rusty had just finished refilling his plate with food and was quietly eating in a corner, enjoying the Christmassy mood that filled the break room. The surprise had worked perfectly. Sharon had no idea of what he, Emily, and Ricky had been doing in the break room. She had in fact no idea they were in the division sooner than what they should have. He smiled as he watched Emily speak with Provenza and Patrice. Ricky was with Buzz and Tao. Rusty didn’t have to stand close to them to guess what they were talking about; computer nerd stuff.

He then suddenly spotted Sharon and Andy in a corner of the room. They were acting as if they were the only ones in the room. She was smiling, and he must have been saying something funny to her because she started laughing, placing a hand on his upper arm. Andy was looking at her with an expression of pure awe on his face. Rusty took out his phone and moved a few steps sideways to have the best shot possible as he quickly took a pic. He smirked as he sent it to Nicole with a simple sentence, “THIS is what I’ve been expecting.”

#Major Crimes #Sharon Raydor #Andy Flynn #Nicole Flynn #Rusty Beck #Emily Raydor #Ricky Raydor #Sharon x Andy #Shandy #Christmas #Christmas party #Chain Reaction #What did you expect?#prompt #anon #fanfiction #ilariawrites

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