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devilevlls · 8 days

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Let’s skip class ৎ⋆˚｡

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚ - Established relationship with Mammon.

All started in a very specific day. Lucifer wouldn't be in RAD since he had a matter to attend in the human world. It was the perfect opportunity for the couple to skip class.

📌TW: Make out section inside the changing room, slightly NSFW (nothing too spicy, just a little tease) Word count: 1,261

MC was sitting at their desk, a mischievous glint in their eye as they scribbled a note on a small piece of paper.

With a sly smile, they folded the note and stealthily approached Mammon's desk, slipping it into the clutter of papers before retreating to their seat. The demon’s blue eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the unexpected message waiting for him. What is a love letter?

"What's this?" Mammon muttered to himself, unfolding the note and reading its contents. "Let’s skip class? :D - MC." His heart skipped a beat at the invitation, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling within him.

The human caught his eye from across the room, a playful smirk dancing on their lips as they motioned for him to join them. Swallowing the nerves, Mammon made his way over to the human’s desk, his mind racing with worry about the consequences of skipping class.

"MC, are ya sure about this?" Mammon whispered, glancing nervously around the room to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "What if Lucifer finds out? He's gonna be furious and probably gonna hang me upside down for everyone in RAD to see!"

MC placed a reassuring hand on Mammon's arm, their gaze unwavering. "Don't worry, baby. Lucifer's not even here today, remember? It's the perfect opportunity for us to have a little fun. Don’t you want to check out the new shop that opened?"

Mammon's apprehension began to fade as he considered MC's words. "I guess you're right," he conceded, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. “But we gotta make sure my other brothers won't tell on us.”

“We see that later, come on ~”

With a shared grin, MC and Mammon slipped out of the classroom, their hearts pounding with anticipation for the adventure that awaited them beyond the school walls.

—*

Excitement pulsed through both of them as they approached the new fashion shop that had opened just that week. The storefront gleamed with promise, its expansive windows showcasing a tantalizing array of chic clothing and accessories.

With eager anticipation, MC darted from rack to rack as the two entered, fingers trailing over fabrics and colors as they selected a collection of stylish pieces. Meanwhile, Mammon prowled the aisles with a newfound enthusiasm, blue eyes alight with the prospect of indulging in some fashionable finds.

As they gathered their selections, the avatar of geed couldn't resist the idea of choosing matching items, all of his brothers would be so envy! With a mischievous grin, he gathered some interesting choices, his mind already racing with the possibilities. “I’m gonna make them so mad, ya bet it!”

With their arms laden with clothing and accessories, the couple made their way to the changing rooms, eager to see how their chosen ensembles would look. With a shared glance and a shared sense of anticipation, they stepped into the same changing room together, the door closing behind them with a soft click.

“Let’s try these on, maybe post a pic in our devilgram?” MC suggests with a smile, slowly lifting their shirt off.

Mammon’s eyes widened, his cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. It didn’t matter how many times he saw his partner undress, it always made his heart flutter.

“Uh, yeah…” A shy smile graced his lips as he attempted to divert his thoughts elsewhere, anything to distract his body from its instinctive reactions.

Giggles danced between them as they slipped into the stylish garments, each piece transforming their appearance. As they twirled and posed in front of the mirror, capturing the moment with playful snapshots, the air buzzed with laughter and joy. Each photo preserved not just the outfits they wore, but the memories they were creating together. “You should try this one here.” He points to a very chic pair of shoes. As MC turned away to retrieve the item suggested, they felt a sudden warmth envelop them as Mammon's fingers slid around their waist, pulling gently but firmly. A soft gasp escaped MC's lips, their heart skipping a beat at the unexpected intimacy.

With a smile, MC leaned into the touch, savoring the sensation of Mammon's warm skin against their own. “Mammon…” They pretend to scold him, but quickly surrenders as his soft lips traces kissing along their sensitive neck, giving them shivers.

The avatar of greed loved that position, being able to grab them from behind, his clothed stirring erection pressing against the soft curve of their buttocks as he nibbles into their skin. Gosh… It was like magic. That was better than winning any bet.

The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers of pleasure racing down his spine. It was a moment of pure euphoria, a heady blend of desire and affection, the human gasping and pressing themselves into him, showing off how much they wanted to keep going. His human's boldness took Mammon by surprise as their hand reached behind them, boldly grasping his bulge and squeezing it gently.

“MC…” He hisses, pressing himself harder, rubbing his throbbing arousal into their soft hand.

As a low ring emanated from MC's phone, they glanced at the lock screen, their heart sinking at the sight of Lucifer's notification. The message was a terse warning, a reminder of his return and the expectation that everything would be in order upon his arrival. It carried a weight of authority, a threat that couldn't be ignored.

With a sense of urgency, MC's mind raced. “W-We should keep going, we can’t risk being late. This was already a fun escape.” Mammon's body tensed at MC's words, his desire warring with the rational part of his mind that knew they couldn't afford to linger any longer. Though every fiber of his being ached for release, he knew the consequences of indulging in their passion right there and then.

With a low hiss of frustration, he reluctantly loosened his grip on MC, the ache of unfulfilled desire gnawing at him.

"You're right," he murmured, his voice strained with restraint. "We can't risk being late."

The demon gently turned his human around, capturing their lips in a stolen, heated kiss. As he hugged their hips and pulled them closer, their scents mingled, their warmth blending into one as they shared a fleeting, cherished moment before returning to the House of Lamentation.

—*

As they arrived just in the nick of time, the sound of buzzing filled the air, signaling the arrival of Lucifer's portal. With quick thinking, they reopened the door, feigning nonchalance as if they had been waiting for the avatar of pride all along.

"Welcome home, dear brother," Mammon greeted, his voice strained with tension.

Lucifer's piercing gaze bore into them with suspicion as he entered the room, exuding an aura of authority. "How was your day?" he inquired, his tone measured and observant.

"Oh, just the usual, you know," MC replied with a gentle smile, attempting to maintain an air of normalcy despite the racing of their hearts.

"I see. You two should change," Lucifer remarked, already moving away from them. "I'll order something for us to eat tonight."

As Lucifer walked away, the weight of his suspicion lingered in the air, though for now, he seemed willing to overlook any discrepancies. With a shared glance of relief, the couple knew they had narrowly escaped scrutiny—for now. But they also realized the importance of keeping their absence a secret, relying on the other brothers to cover them up, lest they all face the consequences together. With that in mind, they silently vowed to maintain their secret at all costs.

They took a picture of them wearing funny shaped glasses, and that probably will be Mammon's profile picture for at least three months! (¬‿¬)

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#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #evllsposts #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon #mammon obey me #mammon x reader #obey me mammon #om mammon #obey me mammon x mc #mammon is so cute~

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livwritesstuff · 5 months

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tw: references to blood

When Steve and Eddie’s children are old enough to start elementary school and they begin to meet their classmates’ parents, Steve finds himself quickly approaching a new revelation:

Men…kind of suck.

Steve knows that’s a blanket statement, and a bold one at that given how it’s directed towards a camp both he and his husband are a part of, but some of the stories the moms of his daughters’ classmates tell in the school pick-up line are…something else.

One of them once said she didn't trust her husband to be alone with their children for more than an hour. One mom referred to her husband’s time with the kids as babysitting. Another said she couldn’t get her own husband to take on basic household chores.

Truthfully, it takes everything in Steve to not point out how messed up it all is. The foundation of his and Eddie’s entire life together – their marriage, their family, everything – is the partnership they’ve built over the years. At no point during their seventeen years together and their near-decade navigating parenthood has Steve ever felt like he and Ed were anything other than equals in how they tackled all the facets of the small corner of the world they were responsible for.

However.

There is still the (very infrequent) occasion in which Steve catches himself wondering if someone might have swapped out his husband for a fourth kid.

For example:

It’s a Saturday afternoon and it’s raining, so the whole family is stuck inside. In his desperate search for something fun to do, Eddie is trying to invent a new form of bowling, and hacking off the tops off of milk cartons with an old box cutter in his endeavor.

Steve had warned him that this was a bad idea.

“The blade on that thing is ancient, my love,” he’d said, but Eddie had just waved him off, and, of course, less than two minutes after Steve walked away to tackle the pile of dishes in the sink, he hears a pained hiss and the clatter of something hard and metal hitting the floor. Then comes the shrieks of three panicked little girls.

“Papa!” Robbie yells, “Daddy cut himself and there’s blood everywhere!”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters, taking his time dropping the plastic Disney princess cup he’d been holding back into the sink, wiping his hands dry, and heading back into the family room. Eddie is still sitting on the couch, the box cutter at his feet, surrounded by their daughters as he holds his wrist in his other hand so Steve can see a gash on his finger bleeding more than he would have guessed, “Alright everybody outta the way.”

The first thing Steve does is swipe the box cutter off the ground and stuff it in his pocket. There’s droplets of blood on the floor, he notices, and Robbie helpfully says, “Papa, the blood squirted!”

He glances at Moe, the most squeamish out of their three daughters by a mile, to see that she’s white as a sheet and getting greener by the second.

“Enough, Robbie. Moe – walk away, please.”

He tugs Eddie off the couch and pulls him towards the bathroom.

“Girls, don’t touch the blood on the floor, okay?”

“How come?” Robbie asks.

“Because it can have germs in it…and we’ve got white carpets.”

Once they're in the bathroom, Eddie sits on the counter and holds out his hand so Steve can wrap a wad of gauze around the cut and gently press some weight onto it.

“You okay?” he asks him.

“All good. You gonna say I told you so?”

“Nah. Feel like this is sufficient.”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

There’s the scuffling sound in the hallway of the girls convening outside the bathroom door. Steve can vaguely hear Robbie saying, “...and if the blood doesn’t stop, he’ll pass out and then the ambulance will come and he’ll go to the E.R. and –”

Steve opens the door a crack.

“Amelia Robin,” he warns, “Beat it. Nobody’s going to the E.R…unless any of you want an extra flu shot. I can make that happen.”

The girls all shriek again and run in the opposite direction.

Eddie is snickering as Steve shuts the bathroom door again and rifles through a cluttered drawer.

“Pick your poison,” he says, holding up three boxes of branded Band-Aids (Mickey Mouse, Star Wars, and Pokemon).

“Give me the mouse,” Eddie replies, sounding resigned.

Steve obliges, wrapping a Mickey Mouse band-aid around his finger. He plants a soft kiss on the spot where the cut is (because it can’t hurt), and then, because it’s the first time they’ve been alone together all day, he plants another on his lips.

"All better," he says when he pulls away.

“What would I ever do without you?” Eddie grins.

“You’d’ve died in the Upside Down twenty five years ago," Steve replies drily.

#eddie gets back as good as he gives when they all do puzzles together #all he hears is “daddy! papa’s hiding all the good pieces!”#tw: blood #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson #oop this is a long one lol

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itsmealaiah · 2 months

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Tell me

TW: use of a vape, anger issues, angst to fluff. keep your bodies full of NATURAL fruits please.

request: can u do one where Tom kaulitz catches his 16 year old daughter vaping

again, do not use vapes. they suck and one pod is equal to a full pack of regular cigarettes.

minors do not interact.

don't steal my work ❤️

The moment Tom had been worrying about for weeks finally arrived as he walked into his your room, the acrid stench of vaporized nicotine filling his nostrils like a thick fog. He stood there, frozen in place, as his eyes scanned the cluttered space, searching for any signs of the offending device. His heart raced, a mixture of anger, fear, and betrayal surging through him like a tidal wave. And there it was, perched on the nightstand next to your bed, a sleek, metallic tube with a glowing tip. The evidence was undeniable. His 16-year-old daughter had been vaping.

As he stared at the object, a million questions ran through his mind. How long had she been doing this? Was she under pressure from her friends? Had she tried to hide it from him all this time? Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and he had to force himself not to lose control. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, and carefully picked up the vaporizer. "y/n" he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, "I need you to come here."

You walked into the room, your face flushed with embarrassment and guilt. you knew you had done something wrong, but you hadn't expected him to find out this way. As you walked over to him, you could feel his eyes boring into your skin, assessing you. You didn't want to lie, but you also didn't want to make things worse. You took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry, Dad," you said, your voice barely audible. "I didn't want to do this. I was just trying to fit in with my friends, and they said it helped them feel better."

Tom sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew the pressures teenagers faced these days, and he hated that his daughter felt like she had to resort to something like this. "I understand that you feel the need to fit in, y/n," he said, his voice gentle. "But there are healthier ways to do that.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "I know, Dad. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it."

He walked over to you and pulled you into a hug, his strong arms enveloping you. "It's okay, sweetheart. We'll get through this together. But from now on, you're going to talk to me when you feel like you need to do something like this, understand?"

You nodded against his chest, feeling the familiar warmth and security of his embrace. "I do, Dad. I'm sorry I didn't before."

Tom held you for a moment longer, then released you, stepping back and looking you in the eye. "I trust you, y/n. I know you're a good kid, and I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what, okay?."

You nodded, wiping away your tears. "Okay, Dad. Thanks."

The air between you felt lighter, less tense. Tom took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "So," he said, clearing his throat, "what are we going to do about this?"

You glanced at the offending object, now in your father's hand. "I-I don't know, Dad. I can try to stop, I guess."

Tom nodded, considering this. "Okay, that's a good start. But we need to do more than just stop, y/n. We need to find a healthier way for you to deal with whatever's going on in your life. Maybe we could talk to your counselor at school, or even see a therapist together? Would you be okay with that?"

You hesitated, but then nodded. "Yeah, I think that could help."

Tom smiled, relief washing over him. "Great. I'm here for you, no matter what. And remember, just because you're dealing with this now doesn't mean it's the end of the world. You're a strong, smart girl, and we'll get through this together."

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x y/n #itsmealaiah #don't vape for fucks sake

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bimsha · 1 year

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Series : 100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Inspired by: 100 ways to say I love you

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

I Was In The Neighborhood

Pairing: Rindo Haitani x Reader

Tags: lovers, rain, fluff, powercuts, thunder, falling in love all over again

Tw: cursing

Word count: 1.6k

Note: Guess who's back! My writing has gotten a little rusty. Idk if people are still into TR. Let's see I guess <3 I'd continue if people read these anymore or else I'd move onto something else probably.

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The howling wind slapped past the quiet streets of Shibuya. You looked out the windows, the gloom welcomed you save for the solitary street light flickering on and off, trying to survive through the tortuous summer storm. You sighed, pulling down the shades, closing off the desolate world outside. The weather reports had warned all the citizens in Shibuya to stay indoors and take cover. And you could see why, this storm was one of the worst ones you’ve seen in a while.

The shades didn’t block the howling of the wind or the clutter of rain. You ignored it as you walked to your kitchenette to make a small dinner. The earlier you go to bed, the better it is. You were not sure how much sleep you could get tonight. But at least you can try to get some decent sleep.

You searched aimlessly through your drawers, hoping to find some decent ingredients that wouldn’t give you diarrhoea. In the next moment, the dim-lit kitchen glowed with a strike of sudden light, a moment later, the sky growled, piercing the quiet night of Shibuya with its force. To add flavour to the surprise, next, the lights went out.

You stood in the middle of your kitchen, one hand hovering over the air, the other still inside the pocket of your hoodie as you waited for the comforting light to flood back any moment. Realising your fruitless attempt, you crossed your living room, peeking through the blinds to see the sea of darkness outside. The whole street was wallowing in darkness save for the flashes of occasional light of lightning.

You frowned, your eyes tracing the edges of your furniture, looking as if they would come alive at any moment.

Did I even have any candles? You thought, turning on the flashlight of your phone as you shuffled through your drawers only to discover an empty box of candles, only the scent of wax clinging to the cardboard. “Well, shit.”

You momentarily wandered heading straight to your bedroom but your stomach growled in protest, reminding you of your lunch which was a granola bar before you ran into your next class. You let your mind wander, trying to distract yourself from hunger. You had come to the decision that you would eat when the power came back. Till then, you could sit on your aged sofa and think.

You didn’t get much time to stop by and think these days anyways.

But a knock on the door drove you back to the situation. There was one thing more eerie than facing a storm alone in your apartment with a black out, it was facing a storm alone in your apartment with a black out and you hear a knock on your front door.

That is how horror movies always start, doesn’t it?

You stayed glued to your sofa, straining to hear the knock again. Have you imagined it? You frowned when another knock followed and this time a voice called out. You could barely hear the words through the storm outside. But your heart picked up pace as you reached the baseball bat you kept in the coat cupboard. Inching towards the door, you strained to hear a sound when again a muffled voice said, “Y/n, it’s me, Rin.”

You blinked, oh shi-

You turned the lock and threw the door open to see a half-soaked Rindo standing on your doorstep. The storm was raging and flakes of water carried by the brutal wind attacked your face as you took his arm and dragged him inside. He was still looking at the baseball bat in your hand. “What are you doing with that?”

“I thought it was a thief! Gods’ sake Rin, you're not supposed to be here today.”

“You don’t like me being here?” He asked, smiling teasingly as he dropped the plastic bag he was carrying to the counter as he took off his coat.

“You told me you have a meeting today.”

He shrugged, “It got cancelled, and I was in the neighbourhood. So…”

Despite the light banter, relief took over your heart. You were glad to see him, ecstatic even. You had never been a big fan of the darkness, and it didn’t seem as if the storm was going to let out anytime soon. “Do you have any candles Y/n?” He asked, walking to you, standing disoriented in the living room.

“I don’t think I have.”

A sigh echoed from where he was standing. “Don’t give me the parental disappointment stare,” You chided, trying to manoeuvre your way to your sofa.

“You can’t even see me!”

“But I can feel you,” You said. The two of you were on the opposite side of the room, screaming over the sound of the rain. You listened intently to hear any footsteps when he shone the flashlight of his phone on your face. You hissed, averting your gaze. Rindo chuckled.

“There you are, I brought food. Let’s eat.”

You peered into the plastic bag he brought as you two sat around the small table in the living room. Rindo balanced his phone on one side of the table before taking out two steaming cooked noodles. You knew the label, it was from the shop down the road. “I thought I was going to starve tonight.”

Rindo raised his brow, “Well, you don’t even have candles here.”

“Stop with the candles.”

“I will speak about candles in our marriage itself.”

“Is that a proposal?”

Rindo choked on his food and started coughing. You burst out laughing as you slid the water bottle across the table to him. After several gulps, he leaned back with a heavy sigh when thunder rumbled overhead. “Jesus christ,” Rindo muttered under his breath, picking up his chopsticks.

You both ate in silence for a while, when a strike of lightning illuminated the living followed by thunder. You dropped your chopsticks, startled. “Son of a bitch-”

Rindo reached across the table, “Language, m’lady.” His fingers caressed your skin as you blinked out the panic. It was not that you’re scared of thunder, but sometimes the screams of heaven took you off guard.

You laced your fingers against his, holding onto his hand tight as the assault of the sky continued. Rindo gave it a comforting squeeze. “You alright?”

You nodded at him, “Yeah. But I’d prefer if the light came back.” True to your words, the lights flickered on. You looked at Rindo with dramatic surprise on your face.

“What sorcery is this?” Rindo chuckled.

“I’ve always told you I’m an undercover witch trying to have revenge against all humanity,” You shrugged.

He rolled his eyes, standing as he picked up the two empty bowls, walking to the kitchen. You followed like a lost kitten not wanting to be far apart in case the lights flickered back out. He didn’t comment on this, instead welcomed the warmth as you wrapped your arms around his waist as he washed them. You listened to his breathing, the soft material of his sweater comforting against your skin. “I’ve missed you,” You murmured as Rindo wiped his hands on a clean towel.

“I’ve missed you too. Sorry I’ve been a bit busy with work.”

“It’s alright,” You said when he turned leaning back against the counter, just looking at you. You remembered how when you first started dating people were sceptical how long it would go on. Rindo was not someone who liked to be committed, someone who would give up everything for a life of two. But surpassing all the expectations there they were, dating for two years, his hands on each of your cheeks, looking as if you’re the only girl left on this very earth.

“Let’s go back. Movie while cuddling?” He suggested. You smiled nodding.

“Sounds like a perfect night for me.”

He leaned over, and kissed your ear, whispering. “Of course it can be.”

You flushed, swatting at him as he jumped out of your way with a loud laugh. He walked towards the corridor. “I’m going to use the washroom. Stay there.”

You nodded, sitting on the cold kitchen counter when his cell phone rang out its familiar tune. You peered to see Ran’s number flashing on his lockscreen. You answered the phone with a chirpy hello. Ran and you had been partners in crime for these two years. It was a bonus of dating Rindo.

“Hello, Y/n! Did Rin reach there safely? God knows what was going on in my mind when he just stood from the meeting and decided to drive all the way through.”

“What do you mean he drove all the way? Wasn’t he in the neighbourhood?”

Ran let out a confused sound. “Uh… no? Am I busting one of his lies?”

“Probably-”

“Shit.”

“Shit,” You agreed as Rann mustered a half-baked apology hanging up.

“Who was that?” Rindo asked, walking into the kitchen. He had changed his sweater to one of the t-shirts he kept here for emergencies.

You placed the phone on the counter and launched yourself at him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gave him a teasing smile. “Seems as if you were not in the neighbourhood after all.”

A rare flush spread through his cheeks as he held onto you for balance. “Ran?”

“Uh huh.”

He averted his gaze, his fingers tightening around your waist. “I heard people were having a power cut here, so…” He trailed off.

“I love you,” You said in return. He blinked in surprise when you caught his lips in a kiss. Both of you stumbled back against the wall as you two kissed, hands exploring each other.

When you finally parted his cheeks were fully flushed, but a grin had taken over his face. “I guess we’ll have to skip the movie after all.”

#tokyo rev #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers #tr #tokyo rev x y/n #haitani rindo x reader #haitani brothers #haitani ran #haitani rindou #haitani x reader #tokrev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers one #tokyo revengers oneshot #tokyo rev x reader #lovr #love #tokyo rev fluff

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wepsi · 2 years

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Playing a dangerous game- Satan (smut)

Gn reader(except "good/bad girl")

Tw: pet play, fingering, blow job, collar

Scenario: You are in Satan's room, sitting on his lap, back against him while he reads.

Satan and you have been going out for a few months now, he is a perfect gentleman, never forgetting dates and buying you flowers. You shouldn't be complaining but... he might be TOO much of a gentleman, he hasn't been intimate with you AT ALL! Him being attracted to you is not the problem, you knew he loved you from all the long and passionate love letters.

Maybe he's holding back? He does have a intense personality at times, but you love him for all of him and you trust he will never hurt you. Maybe you just need to trigger him or help him trust you. Though you have no idea where to even start.

One day lady luck shined down on you, while you were in Satan's room trying to retrieve a book for him while he waited in the common room, a suspicious corner of a box was poking out under his bed. With all the clutter in his room anyone else would've missed it but, by now you know this place like the back of your hand. Pulling it out you see it's a akuzon box, looks a few weeks old and already opened. Curiously you opened it and peeked inside.

It was a collar, purple with a heart buckle and metal studs. you pick it up, this is too big for a cat, and when the realization hit, your face burns up and the collar drops back into the box. You've been hanging out with Asmo for too long to not know almost every kink in the universe. Is Satan into this? I guess there is only one way to find out, maybe this is the answer to your prayers.

Back to the current moment, you were sitting on Satan's lap while he was reading. This wasn't a uncommon activity for you two, and it was one of your favorite. While the warm sun pours into his room from the big windows, you sit on his lap and do whatever, playing on your phone or facing him and nuzzling your face in his chest. Satan has his arms around you reading a book, while simultaneously having you close and showing everyone who you belonged to. You felt so at peace in these moments but a part of you always wished for more.

But today was different, you sneaked the collar on in the morning. Opting for a jacket that had a collar large enough to cover it for everyone else. A little bit into the lap reading session you purposely unzip your jacket and let the clothing fall to the side to slightly expose the collar, holding in your breath you wait for him to notice.

It takes a good little bit, you swear you almost suffocated. Satan gets very engrossed in his reading, but the sunlight catches the metal stud and bounced into his eyes. You hear a low grunt behind you, Satan lets his book fall and wraps his arms around you instead, burrowing his head in your neck.

"What is this?"

"Ah..I found it under your bed, was it not meant for me?"

"Yes darling it was for you, I just... never could give it to you."

"Why? Why are you afraid to be intimate with me?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you, you know how intense I can be."

"I don't care! I want all of you, please? I really want you Satan."

You feel him smile into your skin, moving his face to you ears he whispered,

"You are playing a dangerous game my dear, curiosity just might kill this cat."

He gives your ear a nibble at the end of the sentence and sends a shiver up your spine. You can feel him getting hard rapidly under you.

This is the moment you opened the Pandora box that is Satan's desires, he rips off your jacket and observes the collar in all of it's glory. The way it shined under the light, and how it rests so beautifully on your skin, the size was perfect he contently hummed to himself. Originally he was too afraid to give you the collar but now he wanted to buy so many other toys for you. He whispers in your ear again,

" Very well my kitten, pick up that book for me and read it out loud, clear and no mistakes."

As you pick up the book shakily and attempt to read, Satan snaked his hands under your waistband, groaning when he felt how ready you were, playing with your sex with no mercy while you try to read between whimpers. The book in front of you becoming blurrier and blurrier, your words slurring from the pleasure.

"What did I say about no mistakes? Well I suppose animals cannot read like humans, here's something you can do."

He moves you to be kneeling in front of him, while he released his throbbing length and sitting back down. He pulls you forward by your collar with his index finger.

"Lick..mmmm.... good girl."

You did as you were told, licking up and down his length while looking up at his, watching his face contort with pleasure. This is what you've been wanting, to connect on a deeper level and please him. You licked him tip, swallowing his shaft and gently fondling the balls. Cannot contain himself any longer Satan pulls you up by your hair, and leans down to feverishly kiss you.

You situate yourself on his lap once more, back facing him like earlier but this time, you are lowering yourself on his throbbing length. Giving you time to adjust because he is still a gentleman after all, Satan plays with you nipples from behind and marking up your shoulder for everyone else to see later. Moments past and you squirming on his lap, Satan grabs onto your hips and legs and bounce you on his lap. He previously moved your hair so he could see the collar and watch your head slam into his from pleasure. The idea of you belonging to him, and the physical proof turned him on immensely.

After waves and waves of pleasure you could not contain your moans, and his grunts.

"You look so beautiful right now, and you're all mine."

You couldn't do anything but moan out his name, which prompted him to bounce you even faster, pace now getting messy and desperate. You feel your release crashing you, and beckon him to join. You dig your nails into his arm and orgasm, and feeling him releasing his hot seed in you. Releasing you, you collapse against him with him still inside of you.

"I went easy on you this time, but next time be ready."

You turn around to him flashing you a evil grin, so you pick up his hand and gives it a playful bite which earned you a bop on the head.

"hahaha bad girl no biting."

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Part 2 is outttt!

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To Build a Home

Chapter 4: Show Yourself

A/N: If the chapter title didn't give me away, I listened to Idina Menzel's "Show Yourself" a lot whilst writing this chapter. Ahh, the memories... 🥰😅

TW! No trigger warnings.

Masterlist / Chapter 3

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Raph waited for Val to turn and shut the door, then silently slipped through the open window.

As one would expect, she freaked out.

The woman shrieked, grasping at the doorknob for support. It took a moment for her to realise who it was she was looking at, then fear quickly morphed into an odd combination of relief and anger.

"You're an ass."

She was upset. Understood. He did leave her hanging.

"Sorry," Raph replied sheepishly. A few more moments passed where neither said a thing. This was beyond awkward. Their relationship already felt so...is intimate the word? Yet they've never had an actual conversation.

The terrapin glanced about the apartment. It was old, with outdated appliances and thin, scratchy carpet. Yet it was immaculately clean; not a stain, speck of dust, or clutter of any kind to be found. In fact, she'd barely any possessions at all. Just a sofa bed, set of drawers, dining table and chairs. The only items that provided him any clues to her character were several small dishes on the kitchen counter, containing sprouted kitchen scraps, and a self-portrait with two younger, similar-looking individuals (siblings?) atop the drawer.

Raph noticed the scarf and pocketknife scattered at his feet and scooped them up. She approached him to retrieve the items, before setting them down neatly on the dining table.

He then noticed the lit candle, emanating a pleasant vanilla scent, and the single birthday card sitting next to it on the table.

"Is it ya birthday?" He enquired, gesturing to the card. Val glanced behind her to where he was pointing.

"Yeah," she answered, turning back to him. "Twenty-three today. Well, if you wanna get technical, in about...what time is it? 10:27. So, thirty minutes."

"Oh." His estimation was way off. "You're older than ya look."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Val attempted a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. "I was convinced you weren't gonna show up..."

"Yeah," Raph murmured, now struggling to maintain eye contact. "I, uh... I didn't think I would either..."

She still looked so cold with her flushed face, blue lips, and ashen skin. She'd been out there for so long in nothing but a shirt and pants, waiting for him, for him not to show up.

He felt ashamed.

"Were you watching me?" Her dark eyes burned into his. "While I was up there?"

The terrapin took a long, unsteady breath. "Y-yeah..." he finally answered. He saw the exact moment her face fell.

He'd hurt her.

This was such a shit idea...

She turned her gaze away from him, expression indeterminable. He expected her to snap and yell at him to leave or something in that vein, but she didn't.

She faced him again and asked, "What made you change your mind?"

What did make him change his mind? His emotions ruling over any logical thinking, as usual. Leo was going to have a field-day watching him suffer in the Hashi.

In all seriousness, he honestly couldn't pinpoint what pushed him to see her. Guilt? Intrigue? A yearning for connection? Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be able to give her a straight answer on that.

"I dunno," he answered earnestly, shrugging his shoulders. "It just... happened, I guess..."

Val simply nodded. She was so difficult to read in that moment; it was disconcerting...

"I-I do know though that I owe ya big for helping me that night. I woulda died if it weren't for you..."

Raph could see her steely expression soften as her gaze fell on his bandaged shoulder. Admittedly, he felt a little self-conscious under her scrutiny. It'd been weeks since he trained, so he'd lost a fair amount of muscle mass. He felt weak, and oddly exposed.

Donnie was prepared to make him wait another fortnight, citing 'wound dehiscence' or some shit like that, but he was having no more of it. He wasn't about to spend another two weeks holed up inside, doing jack fucking shit.

"Did anyone tell ya what happened?"

"That you were jumped and shot."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"What happened there - to your head?"

"Bullet skimmed the top of it."

Val's eyes grew wide. "Jesus...!” She gasped. “You're lucky they didn't blow your head off."

"Yeah..."

Raph was still miffed about how things transpired that night. He could try to justify it all he wanted but, at the end of the day, he ended up doing fuck all for anyone.

An innocent person still died and at least one of the perps is still at large. As a fun bonus, he inadvertently gave the Purple Motherfuckers a reason to target them.

All in all, a perfect fucking nightmare.

"Would you like some tea, or coffee?" Val gingerly asked, gesturing toward the kitchen. "I've got decaf, if caffeine isn't your thing. I love coffee, but I can't have any more than one regular one. It gives me the jitters..."

She rambles when she’s nervous. Cute.

"I can't, sorry... I've actually gotta head back to work."

"Oh, okay." She sounded surprised; he couldn't blame her. "What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"

How do I positively describe vigilantism?

"Uh, well..." he began, wracking his brain for a suitable answer. "We... facilitate arrests, basically. Help the cops out a bit. The Feds also use us when they need help with bank heists and whathaveya; we're like their 'Ninja SWAT team', heh..."

The government knows about them, but most of the general public don't. They tried staying hidden, but acts committed by certain people (i.e., Mikey and himself... Okay, mostly him) forced them out into the open.

Cutting a long story short, they ended up collaborating with the NYPD to prevent an alien invasion, of all things. It felt validating for them to finally be acknowledged for their contributions to the city and as mentioned, an arrangement was made.

He could see the cogs in Val’s brain turning; she was trying to understand but was struggling to get there.

"It’s a lot," he reassured her, which seemed to put her at ease somewhat. The terrapin felt an abrupt buzzing sensation, and he stole a glance at his belt. His pager was going off. He had to leave.

"I don't have any more time to explain it to ya, unfortunately..." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder toward the fire escape. “I really need to get goin’...”

He turned to leave, but she stopped him.

"Well, would you have enough time over dinner?" She seemed almost frantic. "I didn't get the chance to say what I need to say to you. So...c-can I possibly convince you to meet me, one more time?"

"...I really shouldn't-"

“Look, I completely understand if you don’t wanna have anything else to do with one another... I just hope that that decision isn’t being influenced by what you saw that night. Because there’s so, so much more to me than that..."

Raph felt conflicted. Yes, that was part of it, but the main reason was that it was simply too risky.

The Turtles were comforted somewhat by the fact that their existing human friends have the means to defend themselves. Casey was a professional hockey player and street fighter, and April a Kunoichi. Two months ago, this woman could've been blown away by a slight breeze.

How could he, in good conscience, engage in a friendship with her when he knew she couldn't protect herself?

It would be irresponsible.

At the same time, she was insanely brave for risking her safety to help a stranger. Sadly, in their experience, most people would have just turned tail and ran. But she didn't. Even when he told her to leave, she stayed. She kept him safe when he couldn't defend himself and helped reunite him with his family. Her intervention saved his life, and such an act deserved recognition.

If another meeting with him was what she wanted, then he was prepared to do everything in his power to make that happen.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he finally answered. Val, who looked like she'd been holding her breath, finally relaxed.

“Thank you...”

“I can’t promise anythin’,” he added. “But I’ll try.”

The woman nodded.

Raph's pager buzzed, again, and he growled under his breath. If he made them wait any longer, they'd start tracking his location... If they weren't doing so already.

“Sorry, I’m keeping you...” Val stepped aside. “You can go, if you want... Thank you, Raph.”

Raph paused a moment, stunned by that not only did she know his name, but his nickname...

Mikey.

When the shock finally wore off, he acknowledged her briefly, before slipping out through the window and into the night.

The most difficult part was yet to come – convincing Leo.

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“Oh, how kind of you two to finally grace us with your presence!”

Here we go...

Trudging into the Lair, Raph and Mikey were immediately confronted by their incensed eldest brother. “Do you guys not know how to answer the damn phone?!” Leo exclaimed as he rose from his seat in the living room. “Where have you been – and don’t you dare lie, because I know exactly where.”

“Where were we then, Leo?” Straightening his posture and distending his plastron, Raph attempted physically discouraging Leo, to which the leader in blue responded by matching his brother’s offensive stance.

Leo’s scowl deepened. “Don’t start with me, Raph,” He growled. “Why were you at that girl’s apartment?”

“We were just dropping off the stuff she left behind,” Mikey insisted, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“And that takes twenty minutes, does it?”

“Hang on – how'd ya know it was her apartment?” Raph demanded. The red-banded terrapin turned to Donnie, who immediately averted his gaze. Quickly realising what they'd done, he fixed his gaze on his eldest brother, who was still loudly expressing his disappointment.

“You’re unbelievable...” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe this! You, of all people... Where’s the honour in invadin’ someone’s privacy, Leo?? And ya got Don to do the dirty work for ya... You’re a goddamn hypocrite!”

“I had my reasons,” Leo replied curtly.

“Oh, really? Pray tell.”

“I'll do anything and everything in my power to protect this family, Raph. Unlike you-”

“She’s harmless!”

“How would you know?” The leader challenged. “You didn’t even know her name; we had to tell you that. Unless there’s something you aren’t telling us, you know the least about her out of the four of us.”

The red-banded terrapin growled in exasperation. All three of his brothers were looking at him now, waiting for him to respond. The jig was up.

“Fine,” he relented. “Yeah, there is somethin’. I have met her before. Briefly.”

Leo eyed him suspiciously. “When, and how?”

He doesn’t need to know the finer details...

“When - the night I watched Tyler; the ‘how’ ain’t my business to tell.”

“That makes zero sense.”

“That’s what I told him!” Mikey blurted. Raph shot him a sharp look.

“Ya wanna know so badly,” the red-banded terrapin returned his gaze to his eldest brother, words dripping with disgust. “Instead of creepin' around on her public record, talk to her. She wants a meeting – more specifically, with me.”

Raph paused a moment to compose himself. He had to try to appeal to Leo’s better nature, otherwise this argument was going to continue in circles.

“Listen,” he began, voice even now. “This girl needs some closure; I think the least we can do is give her that. Doncha think?”

Masterlist / Chapter 5

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TW: Mentions of mental health issues, insinuates Se*f Ha*m

A young girl in care of the Avengers feels different after talking to Stark about her mental health problems.

Bucky watches over her one day.

Word count: 682

Day 22. Her bedroom is dark, the artificial sound of a box fan grows more noticeable as she awakens.

She gets up, walks over to her bedroom light and flips the switch on. The tall ceiling becomes brightened immediately, a “natural sunlight” lightbulb giving off the essence of a spring morning just as the sun is rising. It’s 8:45 PM.

Her floor has just enough clothes and various nik-naks cluttered around to prove the room was clean not long before.

The pencils and pencil sharpeners no longer take space in her desk drawer.

Her sketch book and journal are perpetually filled by blank pages; the ghost of creativity taunts her as she glances at the desk.

The AI is aware of her discomfort somehow.

“Hello y/n. How are you feeling right now?”

The question from the AI would have startled the girl had she not been through this already.

“I’m fine. You don’t need to ask that all the time.”

“Y/N, safety protocols have been set in place for me to ask you how you are feeling in order to keep you safe. I can tell Boss that you requested them to be turned off if you’d like.”

“As if he’d listen.” she rolls her eyes as a sign of her frustration.

Without answering FRIDAY’s question, she sits back down on her bed.

After a few seconds of quiet, she feels her body still.

“FRIDAY… is anyone here?” Her voice is only a whisper, shame and fear swirling around her mind and body as she remembers how alone she felt before Stark found out.

“Yes. James Buchanan Barnes is here. Would you like me to alert him of your current state?”

“No.” She said, almost too quickly, gripping the sides of the bedsheet.

“No, FRIDAY, I’m fine.” She repeats, almost as if her first answer wasn’t what she meant.

Her eyes are trained on the floor, her mind completely unaware of who arrived in her doorway.

“You know, you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me.”

Bucky’s voice is startling, bringing the young girl back to her bodies perspective.

Bucky feels a tiny flame of guilt heat up in his chest for scaring her after all that happened.

“I don’t need a babysitter you know.”

Her tone is harsh, frustration and annoyance hiding her guilt.

“I know.”

“So why are you here?”

She made a good point; out of everyone in the group, why did they trust him to keep her safe and stable?

Maybe it was because he couldn’t do that for himself.

She and him were the same.

He shrugged his shoulders, the sadness in his eyes clearing just a little as he recognized their similarities.

“I think they put us together often because… I rely on you. I see me in you.”

Her gaze lowers, her eyes once again finding interest in the ground. Her fists are clenched again. She doesn’t reply.

“I guess we can just be… unstable together.”

That sentence. That sentence hits her in a hard spot. She had felt so alone for so long, she felt different and hurt. She was damaged.

When Bucky admitted to not only being broken as well, but also being broken with her, she felt something in her body she didn’t feel in a long time.

She felt safe.

Her eyes began to sting with tears at the single thought of him being with her, next to her, right there anytime she needed him.

He was quiet, always knowing when to say something, always knowing when not to speak.

She wiped her tear from her cheek, feeling the residue dry sticky, then to nothing.

Temporary, like her situation.

“Hey, wanna look at the stars?” He’d asked.

This was not a normal occurrence, the two of them gazing at the night sky, but neither was the girl speaking up or Bucky opening up.

On the rooftop, the cold concrete was covered by only their coats, but they felt no inconvenience by the harsh material.

It was nothing compared to the trust they felt in each other.

On the rooftop, the cold concrete was covered by only their coats, but they felt no inconvenience by the harsh material.

It was nothing compared to the trust they felt in each other.

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Mediation - Chapter 1 - TIGmas Day #9

Let's keep the ball rolling with @thedeadsingforme's TIGmas request! Sorry for the delay - this is a chatty bunch and writing the scenes is taking far longer than I'd anticipated.

The Prologue is available here, with this story's summary and tw's at the top (I don't want to repeat the same clutter on every chapter, though chapter-specific tw's will be included).

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Mediation

Chapter 1: Deviation

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– 1996 –

Reader’s POV:

“Where’s the file for the Whitman case?”

Terry wordlessly hands you the file, not looking up from his computer. He’d been on edge all day today, and you’re not sure why. You two have whittled down the number of cases between you, and crime in the city overall had dropped to a somewhat manageable level. You bite the inside of your cheek; the years had taught you when to press Terry about something and when to let sleeping dogs lie.

You continue to work in relative silence, the soft jazz music between you as always. A group of officers comes in from walking their beats, some of the last remnants of the old guard – those that had survived the absolute clusterfuck of 1993. Dylan, Frankie, Devlin… people that had either gone dirty or gotten caught in the crossfire.

You’d been undercover at the time, and hadn’t resurfaced until after everything had gone down, barely being there for the final remnants of the aftermath. Terry had been… well, a mess, really, though that was no surprise. You had left the majority of his healing up to Anna, his girlfriend at the time, knowing that he was unlikely to seek comfort in a police officer considering what had happened. It had given you time to put together the pieces of what had happened without having to bring Terry into it.

Sometimes you’re still half-surprised he agreed to keep working with you when he had come back from his department-mandated vacation.

The officers approach your workspace on their way to the kitchen, and you overhear snippets of their conversation:

“–reduced his sentence when they found out Devlin had put some of his shit on him–”

“–served his time, paid his dues, got out a few days ago–”

“–Ewing called me last night, wanted to see if a bunch of us could get together–”

Your eyes immediately dart to Terry watching his face harden as he glares at nothing. That would certainly explain his mood, then…

“Top up your coffee for you? I’m heading in there anyway,” you say brightly, pretending that you haven’t heard anything unusual. Terry gives you a jerky nod in response, his jaw clenched, and you pick up his mug on your way into the kitchen.

The years had not helped Terry let go of his grudge against Cash Ewing, not even when it had come out that his more severe, violent charges had been fabricated by Devlin to cover his own ass. If anything, his anger had only simmered over the years, to the plot that any reference to the other man was enough to sour Terry’s mood. He had been hurt by Frankie’s betrayal, but somehow Cash’s had hurt him far more deeply. You presume it was because it was the first betrayal, and that the two of them had been best friends in addition to partners.

Kind of like the two of you were now.

“Hey, L/N! You going to Hank’s tonight?” one of the officers asks as you enter the kitchen, busying yourself with making coffee.

“What’s going on at Hank’s?” you ask innocently, though you can guess.

“Cash Ewing is finally a free man! We’re celebrating!”

“You never met the guy, did you Y/N?”

“No, I was his replacement. What’s the deal with him?” you ask, desperate to hear an opinion about the man that wasn’t tainted by anger.

“Well, he looks like McCain, only 10 years older and half as mature,” one chimes in with a chuckle.

“Obviously he can’t come back to work, but he’s moved into a new place in town and is looking for work. Seems like he’s got his life back on track, all things considered.”

You hum noncommittally as you pour the fresh coffee. You’re happy for the man, truly – everyone deserved a second chance, and he had done his time and seemed to have maintained good relationships with his colleagues (with one notable exception).

“Always nice to hear the system works. Hope you all have fun!” You nod to the men on your way out, hoping that you’ve given Terry enough time to recover from the news. He gives you a quiet ‘thank you’ as you place his mug on his desk, so presumably the worst has passed. You take your seat at your own desk, content to leave him to his thoughts. He would come back to himself fully in due time; he always did.

“Do you wanna do something tonight?” he asks you suddenly, and as you look over at him you can see the thinly veiled pain in his expression. Your heart goes out to Terry – for all his bravado, your years working together had taught you that he still had a soft heart buried beneath it, and that he craved affection and connection with others even as he tried to keep people at arm’s length. There was a reason he hadn’t been serious with anyone since Anna, and that was almost two years ago now.

“Sure,” you reply casually, not wanting him to put his walls up; you know he will if he feels vulnerable. “Deja Vu, or what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking Hank’s, actually.”

You do some quick thinking, weighing your options. You know you probably should tell Terry that Cash will be there, and that when you do he’ll call the whole thing off. He’s made his feelings about forgiveness with respect to Cash Ewing very clear over your time together.

…But maybe if he came face-to-face with his former friend, he’d have to deal with all this. You’re not expecting him to make up with the man, or even have an amicable conversation with him, but at the very least, he would have some closure. You desperately want Terry to move past this, knowing how heavily it’s weighed on him over the past five years. Hoping you won’t regret your decision, you give him a warm smile.

“Hank’s sounds perfect.”

Cash’s POV:

He’s nervous as he finishes another beer.

Everyone that had shown up tonight had welcomed him back into the fold with open arms, but he’d expected that. These were the same guys that had returned his letters, given him the benefit of the doubt, even visited him in prison on a few occasions.

But the one he most wanted – no, needed – forgiveness from hadn’t shown.

He can’t say he’s surprised.

Terry McCain had a select set of morals that he stuck to like glue. He saw things in black and white, and refused to look at things more deeply than that. The law was right, crime was wrong. You were either with him or against him; there was no middle ground.

Apparently their years apart hadn’t changed that.

Cash had clung to the memories of two people during his five long years behind bars: His mother and Terry McCain. It was hard to say who his actions had disappointed more. His every waking moment had been spent trying to better himself, to figure out how to make amends, both in the future and while he was still behind bars.

Once his mother had died, three years into his sentence, his need to redeem himself in his former partner’s eyes had become something of an obsession. His mother had gone to her grave before he could look her in the eyes and ask for forgiveness, and he’ll be damned if he lets the same thing happen with the man he still considers a brother.

He twists the silver horseshoe ring on his finger, a gift from the late Mrs. McCain. Terry had brought him around every St. Patrick’s Day, and the older woman had adored him immediately, pleased that her son had a capable man watching his back at work. She was more overtly affectionate than his own mother had been, and had gifted him the ring to welcome him into the family. She’d told him it was a symbol of good luck to keep him safe, a thank you for doing the same for her son.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t saved him from himself.

“Hey man, I gotta get going. It was great to see you again – don’t be a stranger, alright?”

Cash claps the officer on the back, giving him a curt nod by way of dismissal, turning back to his drink. The novelty of his return had apparently worn off, his former coworkers heading home or moving to their own discussions, likely about work. He wasn’t privy to such conversations anymore, yet another consequence for the poor choices of his past.

The front door opens, and through the throng of officers leaving the bar he sees the unmistakable figure of his best friend, tucked away into a long, dark coat, a female officer at his side. The short woman manages to keep his attention as they walk over to a booth, though her eyes glance over at him more than once.

So, you know who he is, and what that means for Terry.

He lets the two of you be for the moment, considering his next move. The presence of a woman could either help or hinder him – Terry’s mother had drilled into him the importance of behaving oneself in front of women, which could temper a potentially explosive reaction. On the other hand, Terry tended to be about overzealous when it came to protecting women, especially those he considered ‘his.’ While he’s uncertain of the extent of your relationship – his eyes look over at the pair of you, and he notes the way that you’re positioned in the booth: close, but with some distance between you, suggesting a trusting but not necessarily romantic dynamic – he thinks he has to risk it. He had the element of surprise, and if he passed up this opportunity, who knows when he’d be in the same room as Terry again?

He takes a seat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to come over.

“Hey, Henry. Do me a favour and send a couple beers to that table over there?” he asks, sliding enough bills across the counter to include a sizeable tip for the man. Henry nods, cracking open a couple of bottles and heading over to the corner booth.

Cash’s hand tightens around his own drink, his watchful eyes following his peace offering to its recipient. The drinks land on the table, and a few words from Henry have two pairs of eyes looking over at him, one cold and the other appraising.

He takes that as his cue.

Taking a deep breath, he braces himself for an onslaught of violence, anger, and accusations as he makes his way over to the duo, stopping just a few feet away from the table. He gives the woman a onceover, noticing the tension in her shoulders, and nods politely to her before turning his attention to Terry.

“Terry McCain. It’s been a long time,” he says softly, trying to ease them into conversation. Terry says nothing, his jaw clenched shut and his blue eyes blazing. He hasn’t touched his drink, and neither has his partner. He bites back a sigh, having expected the silent treatment. He supposes it’s better than a more violent alternative.

He turns his focus to the woman sitting with Terry; he’s fairly certain focusing on you will provoke Terry enough to force him to speak. Running a hand through his grey hair – he’d been out long enough now for it to grow out a little more than his prison-mandated buzzcut – he gives you a sheepish grin.

“Sorry to interrupt. I don’t think we’ve met; I’m Cash Ewing,” he says, extending a large, rough hand for you to shake.

“I know who you are,” you reply bluntly, your eyes flitting over to Terry whose own gaze is glued to the table. He watches you bite your lip, your brow creased in thought, and he wonders what he’s in for. He doesn’t blink as you look into his eyes – not challenging you, but letting himself be vulnerable – and after a long moment, your gaze softens a bit, a hint of a smile visible at the corners of your mouth.

“I’m Detective Y/N L/N, Terry’s partner,” you introduce yourself almost shyly, standing in stark contrast to your initial tone and the way you’re shaking his hand now. You’re an interesting little bundle of contradictions, aren’t you?

“Don’t bother with him, Y/N,” Terry sneers, still refusing to look up at him. It’s an old trick of Terry’s, Cash remembers – a way to avoid his conscience getting the better of him. Terry had always been unable to look at the face of someone suffering without doing everything in his power to fix it. He’d always been too much of a bleeding heart for a cop.

“Maybe we should…” you start, and he thinks he might have an ally in you yet, but your words die in your throat the moment Terry looks up at you.

“We’re not wasting time on this dirtbag. Let’s get outta here,” he says abruptly, sliding out of the booth and shoving past him. Cash manages to catch his shoulder, trying to hold him in place without putting any real force behind the gesture.

“Terry, can I just–”

“No. I’ve got nothing to say to you, and there’s nothing I wanna hear.”

Terry shakes off Cash’s hand and walks away without another word, his back ramrod straight as he storms out the door, you trailing after him at a distance. Good, you knew Terry well enough to give him some space.

He slumps into the now-abandoned booth, picking up one of the untouched beers and taking a swig.

That could’ve gone better.

He’d known this was going to be difficult – the last five years had been proof enough of that – but if Terry was completely unwilling to listen it may be a lost cause.

No.

He can’t let himself believe that; it would destroy all of the progress he’s made to get himself together. Terry would hear him out, eventually.

And he has nothing but time.

Sighing, he pulls the other abandoned bottle over to him even as he continues to nurse the first. No sense in it going to waste.

“I thought you bought that for me.”

You’ve come back into the bar, your small body leaning up against one end of the booth as you give him a nervous smile. He finds himself straightening up, looking at you with interest. Had you come with a message from Terry? It wasn’t as good as the man hearing him out himself, but he’ll take what he can get at this point.

“These drinks were for two people sitting in this booth,” he says, nodding towards the seat across from him. There is only the briefest moment of hesitation before you join him, surveying him from across the table. He slides the other bottle over to you, trying to get a read on you as you snatch the bottle up and take a long drink.

Small, cute, and he gets the sense you’ve got quite a mouth on you… it would come as no surprise to him if you were more than just Terry’s partner. He’d always liked having a firecracker he could tame and protect.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asks, trying not to let his discomfort show. He doesn’t know what you want, you’re already biased against him, and his years locked away surrounded by nothing but male criminals had really impacted his conversation skills, especially when a beautiful woman was involved.

But he would stay focused, keep his eyes on the prize.

“I’m here to talk to you.”

“Don’t tell me McCain is sending his girlfriend in to do his dirty work,” he teases, wanting to see how best to rile you up. It usually sped the communication process along, often with a bit more truth to it.

“Girlfriend?” you echo incredulously, your nose scrunching up in distaste at the suggestion.

“No? What are you then, just his work wife?” Cash jokes, looking at you with twinkling eyes as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Yeah, well, his last ‘work wife’ apparently had something on the side,” you reply pointedly, arching an eyebrow at him. He snorts out a laugh, the beer threatening to come out his nose, and you snicker as you watch him struggle to breathe. You’re quick, he’ll give you that.

“Touche,” he wheezes, and you offer him a pleased, smug smile in return. Once his breathing is back under control, your smile fades into a stern expression.

“Look, I care about Terry. He’s not just my partner, he’s my best friend, and I’ve had to watch him go through a lot – first with you, then the whole Frankie and Devlin fiasco…”

Cash immediately starts to see red and has to fight to calm himself down. He clenches his fists under the table, blunt fingernails digging into his palms as he struggles to regulate his breathing. He would always hate himself for leaving Terry to go through that without him…

When he is able to regain his composure, he looks up to see that you have slid closer to him in the booth, looking concerned but not pitying, for which he is grateful.

“You alright?” you ask quietly, and again, there is a comforting lack of judgement in your tone. He nods in response, gesturing for you to continue.

“Right. The point is… Terry’s trust in people is at an all-time low. I’m surprised he hasn’t turned his back on me after everything he’s been through. Like it or not, you were the beginning of a long line of people he thought he could trust fucking him over.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Cash grumbles with a heavy sigh.

“He’s just as mad at himself. I think it’s clouding his judgement.”

That certainly makes him perk up, and you clearly notice, one side of your mouth curling into a smile at his visible hope.

“I think he blames himself for not being able to stop you doing what you did, not that he’d ever admit it. I mean, you know Terry, he’s a little –”

“Paranoid? Obsessive? Utterly unable to stop once he’s set his mind on something?” Cash offers, a pleasant warmth coursing through him as you let out a laugh. He’s missed casual conversation, and feels like something is clicking with you in particular. Maybe it’s your proximity to Terry, or the fact that he is actually able to talk about his best friend with someone other than a therapist for the first time in years. Either way, he finds himself warming up to you quickly.

“Something like that,” you agree. “The point is, he’s not going to make this easy on you, but I don’t think you should stop trying to get through to him.”

He cocks his head at you. “Do I seem like the type of guy who gives up on things?”

“I don’t make a habit of judging people before I get to know them, Mr. Ewing,” you say meaningfully, and he takes solace in the implication that you intended to judge him on his own merit rather than going off of Terry’s opinions of him.

“But based on what I’ve seen, you’re just as stubborn and thick-headed as our friend.”

Perhaps he shouldn’t be too optimistic about you.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been out with a woman; is that what constitutes as flattery nowadays?”

He sees your lips twitch in amusement, but you don’t take the bait.

“Do you want my help or not, Ewing?”

“And what help exactly are you offering me, little lady?” he asks, immediately leaning away from you as your hand squeezes your drink in a death-grip.

“Do not call me that again,” you growl. He contemplates playing with fire – you seem like the type of person that’s fun to get a rise out of – but pushes past that desire, for now, at least.

“I apologize, Detective L/N,” he says, laying it on a bit thick. “Would being on a first name basis be acceptable to you?”

“As long as you don’t try pushing your luck with me… Cash.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Y/N,” he says innocently, looking up at you from beneath his lashes. Just because you were going to help him reconnect with Terry didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun with you, especially if you had been honest about not being intimately involved with your partner. It’s been a long time since he’s been with someone, and perhaps Terry would finally face him – not bad for a ‘two birds, one stone’ sort of outcome…

But the look you give him lets him know he’s not fooling you.

“I’ll do my best to convince Terry to give you a chance, but you’ve got to be patient. No more accosting him in public!”

The scolding tone you use to give him the warning nearly makes him laugh; it was adorable, really…

“Yes ma’am. Any other instructions for me? I can be quite accommodating,” he purrs suggestively, leaning towards you across with booth. You roll your eyes, polishing off your beer.

“You can cut that crap out right now,” you reply, sliding out of the booth, though he detects a clear lack of vitriol in your words – you’re rebuffing him to keep up appearances. “Otherwise we’ll be testing whether or not Terry is more amenable to hearing you out if I’ve beaten that pretty little face of yours to a pulp.”

“I’ve got a pretty face, huh?” he leers, unperturbed by your threat.

“Try not to get yourself into any trouble, alright Cash? That includes with me,” you say, ignoring his flirting and buttoning up your coat as you prepare to head out into the cold Chicago winter. “I’ll do my best with Terry, and I hope it all works out for you both.”

“Can I get your number? Just to check in on how things are going,” he tacks on hastily, seeing a stormy expression start to steal across your face. You sigh, looking up at him with a critical eye.

“No offense, Cash, but I can’t risk Terry seeing that we’re communicating before he comes around to the idea of talking to you himself. I may want the two of you to get over your issues, but he is my top priority. Understood?”

He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he slides out of the booth, looking down at you as he throws on his green jacket. To your credit, you don’t flinch or back down under his piercing gaze. He knows he’s intimidating; he’s had the last five years in particular to hone his ability to get people quaking in their boots. After a prolonged silence, he reaches his hand out towards you again.

“Do what you have to do, Y/N,” he says, pleased when you shake his hand. Your skin is soft, but your grip is firm.

“I’ve got nothing but time.”

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[Future chapters added here]

#Thomas Ian Griffith #Cash #Cash Ewing #Black Friday #Black Friday 2007 #The Kidnapping #The Kidnapping 2007 #Terry McCain #Excessive Force #TIGmas #12 Days of TIGmas #Smut #Romance #Suspend your disbelief please and thank you #Cash x Reader #terry mccain x reader #terry mccain x reader x cash

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feeblescholarmyass · 10 months

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Chapter Three: Kaveh

cw: possible eating disorder tw, tw threats, reader is a casual artist, Kaveh is down bad

Sumeru Boys x GN!Reader, poly relationship, modern au, college au

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Chat: Animals

"I've had a lot of strange interactions with local wildlife lately. Tighnari says it's because I attract trouble like pollinators to flowers, but I think it's just because animals love me. That Rishboland Tiger was purring, I swear!"

Kaveh had been sitting there for the past two hours while working on his current design when you barged in. You had disappeared into the back closet almost as soon as you had arrived, but you had still forced him out of his creative coma. He listened to your rummaging and muttering, wondering what in Teyvat you could be looking for.

"There it is," you finally gasped, pulling out a bag from behind the clutter of the supply closet. "I knew I must have left it here."

Just as you were about to leave, you paused. It seemed he had caught your eye. Or more accurately, his current aggravated looking sketch as he began to get increasingly frustrated with the uncompromising difficulty of this commission.

"What's that?" You asked, stepping closer to his side. You smelled like fresh apples and practically glittered in the light provided by the large window behind him. You bounced lightly on your feet, leaning closer to get a better look.

"Oh, just a commission. I'm trying to get the specifications the client asked for right, but it just doesn't look right for some reason. I can't figure it out."

Your fingers twitched and he noticed you attempt to reach for a pencil. "I wonder if it's the placement of this accent piece? Maybe you could shift it over a little, or find something a little taller?"

He hummed to himself, wondering exactly what you meant. "Go ahead, it's not like what I'm doing is working anyways."

You smiled and lightly sketched over his angry scribbles in neat, soft looking lines. "Like this. Maybe leaving a little more room for open space and decoration looks empty at first, but if you add something right here, then-"

"Yes!" Kaveh gasped, standing up. "How did you do that?"

"Just a fresh pair of eyes, I guess." You smiled at him, returned his pencil, then disappeared with your mystery bag in tow.

He watched you leave, feeling his cheeks grow hot and his heart race. He never noticed how beautiful your smile was before.

You held your pencil differently than he did, he had realized. You rested it on your ring finger instead of your third. You had a writer's callus right above your knuckle closest to your nail. He wondered if that provided any extra stability or if it was just a habit you had learned when you were young.

Ever since that first day in the empty art classroom, you had started to sit together in silence while working on your separate projects. He usually was making last minute changes to a design while you were either finishing an assignment or just taking a break before heading home.

You left at 4:22 sharp on every day except Mondays, where you left at 3:58. He wondered what called for the schedule change.

You also had impeccable fashion sense. He had first noticed some of your bolder outfits that seemed to be inspired by past Fontaine fashion trends, namely about ten to fifteen years ago. You played with monochromatic color schemes, or sometimes direct contrast. But no matter what, it always looked fantastic on you.

But the thing he noticed most of all was the ring you wore on a chain around your neck. It wasn't your size, but you always made sure to have it on your person, even if it didn't match what you were wearing that day.

He wondered who had given it to you, and what meaning it held.

"Yeah, and we were talking about how paint affects the way a space feels when they told me they painted their own childhood bedroom! They showed me pictures and everything. They have such an amazing sense for how to space decor and make a room look interesting! Honestly, I think they would make a great assistant in my work."

Kaveh had been going on and on about your artistic collaboration all throughout dinner with the other three boys. Occasionally Tighnari would comment about your other academic achievements, or Alhaitham would mention what you had been doodling lately during your language classes.

Cyno listened quietly most of the time, but it seemed he had chosen now as the time to chip in.

"You know, you all talk about Y/n a lot. Especially you, Kaveh. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you might like them. As in more than a friend or good assistant." He said dully, taking another bite of his meal.

The excited chatter that Kaveh had been leading suddenly stopped as all three stared at him.

"W-what?! No, no! It's just, uh, refreshing to talk with someone else who understands and appreciates art, is all!" He looked away indignantly and took a large bite of food to excuse him from explaining himself further.

Cyno hummed, glancing at him in a way that made it obvious he didn't really believe Kaveh, but was letting him off the hook. "What about you, Alhaitham? It's unusual to see you so willing to interact so often with someone you don't know well."

Alhaitham's eyes widened ever so briefly, his shock clearer than his friends were used to. "Y/n? They're in a class of mine. We sometimes aid each other with projects. It's a mutually beneficial strictly business relationship. What, are you jealous you're the only one who's life they haven't become a part of?"

Cyno huffed. "You're so annoying," he told Alhaitham. "Besides, it's inevitable that we will cross paths. One way or another, I will find out what makes this underclassman so intriguing to you all."

With that declaration, all mention of your name ceased and they continued dinner in a much less tense manner.

"I'm having trouble tying together this color scheme. What do you think, Y/n?" Kaveh asked, leaning closer to you.

You had been abnormally quiet today, and had hardly touched your pencil. Instead, you had been sitting with your head resting against your arms, observing him silently.

The way your cheek pressed up against your palm was just so precious, he was finding it difficult to remain focused on the project at hand.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just a little tired, I guess. Let me see," you apologized, sitting up to take a better look. "Oh, I see the problem. The undertones of this neutral background you're using are too blue for the other colors. It looks too stark of a contrast."

While explaining what you thought was the best way to fix this, You leaned forward so you could point towards what you were talking about. In order to reach, you had placed yourself precariously behind his arm, positioning yourself just over his shoulder.. If he were to just reach out slightly, he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

Which wasn't something he wanted, obviously. What a silly thing to desire. It was almost funny to imagine. Him? Longing to hold you so tenderly, or even intimately? What could possibly have made him even think that.

While he was talking himself out of grabbing your waist, you stumbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself. his head was now plush against your stomach as you wobbled above him.

He cried out in surprise, reaching for your hand to help steady you. "Are you okay?!" He stood from his chair and helped you stand again.

"Y-yeah, sorry," You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead, looking a little flushed. "I got a little dizzy there for a second. I haven't had anything to eat yet today."

"What?!?" He cried, "It's practically noon!"

"Yeah, I woke up late and nearly missed my first class, and was hoping to catch up on sleep here, but it wasn't working out like I'd hoped." You waved your hand, trying to dismiss the topic.

"We are getting food! I can finish this project later, your well-being is more important!" He huffed, practically shoving you out of the classroom.

You felt butterflies twirling in your stomach as his words echoed in your mind over and over again. I am more important than him finishing a project. He thinks I'm important, you thought, hurrying to keep up with his long legs.

Somehow while you were distracted, he had laced his fingers in between yours and was squeezing your hand tightly. You glanced at your intertwined hands and smiled, squeezing back just a little.

He was thankful he was pulling you along instead of walking beside you, because if he hadn't been ahead, you would've seen the bright blush blazing across his cheeks.

So what if Cyno was right, he thought, they're a sweet kid and I can like whomever I want!

He dragged you around campus until he found Puspa Café, where he finally slowed down and let you take a break once you got to your table.

"You walk really fast," you huffed. "I was having trouble keeping up with you."

"Oh, sorry. I was just really worried about you, y'know? Not having enough nutrients to get you through the day could lead to all sorts of problems!"

You nodded, still reeling from the way his hand felt in yours. You looked down at the menu as a distraction, though reading through it proved difficult when one of the prettiest men you had ever seen was sitting across from you, slightly out of breath and twirling a strand of hair absentmindedly.

"Thank you," you said softly.

He looked up and hummed, tilting his head just slightly. He looked like a little bunny with his hair flopped over like ears and his eyes so big and bright.

"For bringing me here, I mean. And caring, too. I didn't realize you cared about me so much. You're a great friend, Kaveh." You smiled at him and he found that his hands were shaking. He was nervous.

"O-of course! You mean a lot to me, after all! It's what a good friend would do!" He chuckled, looking away nervously. If you kept smiling at him like that he might just break.

Just as the silence between you two was starting to feel awkward, a waiter arrived and took both of your orders.

You felt much better after eating. Sadly, your next class was approaching fast, so you had to say goodbye to Kaveh.

You grabbed the rest of your stuff from the art classroom and started heading back to your animal biology class, when you heard a commotion from outside the Spantamad building.

"I didn't know those parts were from the desert, honest! I got them from a vendor in Port Ormos who said they were leftovers from some experiment!" A voice murmured frantically.

"You dummy, what kind of experiment do you think would provide this strange equipment!" Another voice responded, this one sounding much more frustrated.

"I don't know! Listen, we just need to get rid of the parts before the sages find out!"

"Ha, trust me, if we get caught, the sages are the least of our worries- what was that?"

The voices hushed at the sound of your footsteps approaching. You paused, hoping they would forget about it and let you move on, but it seemed you were not in luck.

A hand grabbed you from behind, pulling you behind a wall and covering your mouth. Two frazzled looking students wearing Spantamad colors stared at you in fear.

"You're an Amurta student!" One stated accusingly. "What are you doing here? How much did you hear?"

You groaned from behind the other students hand, and he let you go after realizing he needed to let you speak.

"I was coming back from lunch and I didn't hear anything, I swear!" You shook your head, trying to wiggle out of the tight hold on your arm.

"Listen here, kid, you are going to forget this ever happened and tell no one anything that you may or may not have heard! In fact, you aren't going to tell anyone you saw us at all! That includes friends or family, got it?"

"Just let me go already! I don't care about your stupid parts, I just want to get to class!"

The first student moved to block your path, placing their hands on their hips with a stern look.

"You're a first year, aren't you? Listen here, we'll let you go if you swear not to tell a soul what you heard. You just got a little lost on the way to class, yeah?"

"Shut up and let me go, I already said I don't care!" You shoved your way out from your restraints and dashed around the other student, hurrying towards the Amurta building.

"Hey, wait!" The second student who had been holding you back called, terrified.

You glanced back to see if they were following you, but saw they both were frozen and staring ahead of you.You looked back ahead of you just as your foot caught a large rock and sent you tumbling down on the pavement.

"Shit," you cursed, pulling your stinging palms up to your knees, also burning from the fresh scrapes you had just earned yourself.

A hand reached out to you to help you up. "Are you alright?"

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a/n: it's so late and I have to be awake for swim practice in 7 hours wish me luck!! also next chapter will be the last of the first four feature chapters (wink wink), after that they will have more than one or all of the boys involved for the most part!!

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why-not-ask-me-a-better-question · 1 year

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~Not Interactive Pet Whumpee~

This is a continuation of this story based of a prompt from @whumpcloud. Here’s a link to the pet profile of this boy. I’m thinking about writing some chapters from his perspective, if anyone would be interested.

Taglist: @roblingoblin285

TW: Box boy universe, box boy whumpee, unwanted pet, whumpee doing chores, eating with your mouth full (don’t do it man)

“So…Um… What’s your name?” Emma bites her lower lip.

“It’s designation is Domestic: 59307411.” He replies automatically.

“Um. That’s not what… I meant…” Emma started to pick at her nails as Riley shuffles through the door overwhelmed with bags and the dog bed.

“God. I bought too much shit. Can you lock my car?” Emma untangles the keys from her sister’s hand and locks the car with a click.

“Where do you want the bed at? By the couch?” Riley asks as she drags the bags across the floor.

“Um. Yeah. That’s fine.” Emma shuffled over to the kitchen table in an attempt to clear some room. She stared at the cluttered table, covered in homework, dirty dishes, a few articles of clothes and who knows what. Just looking at it all starts to make her panic. Riley glanced up to see Emma fidgeting with her nails, her anxious habit.

“Hey buddy? Can you clear off that table for us? Stick dishes by the sink and clothes in the laundry room. Where do you want to put all your papers?” Riley designated as she makes her way to her sister. The pet gets up and starts working immediately. It was a bit unnerving. Emma couldn’t tell if he was just concentrating really hard or if he was part robot.

“Uh. Most of this is old tests and homework. I can stack it up somewhere,” she mumbles. They really should be thrown out, but she can’t bear to get rid of them until the semester ends, who knows if she needs something.

The pet starts piling the dirty dishes on a spot he cleared on the counter. The way he moved was almost dainty, like a little maid. Within a few minutes the table was mostly clean and Riley had heaved her supplies onto the table and started sorting them. There were a couple bags of pet food, a new leash and matching collar, a few plain sets of clothes, and some dog toys. Emma can’t help but grimace at the toys. This is a grown man. He doesn’t need some crappy chew toy.

“Is there a cupboard or something I can store the food? Maybe the laundry room?” Riley scanned through the cabinets, only to realize most were already empty on account of all the cups and dishes that were sitting along the counter. She chooses a lower cabinet off to the side and sticks the bags of dry kibble in there. “Hey dude, can you clean the dishes? You still have dish soap right, Em?”

Before Emma even responds, the pet is already rinsing dishes off with water. She shifted uncomfortably, “Yeah… under the sink. Um, Riley… Can I talk to you? Uh… over here?” Emma asked as she made her way out of the kitchen and into her bedroom on the other side of the house.

Once the girls were in the Emma’s room, she closes the door. “Really?” Riley rolls her eyes, “what do you want to say about him? Should I have let you pick one out?”

Emma takes a deep breath and tries to explain to her sister. “It’s not that. I don’t want him. I don’t like this. It makes me feel weird. Cleaning my table and doing my dishes? I could have just hired a maid.”

Riley leans up against the wall and gives her sister a serious look. “Hey, you promised to try it out. A few days, remember? And this is what he’s supposed to do! He’s a domestic pet. God forbid he does chores. I know you’re thinking about him like a person, because that’s just who you are, but pets are different. He’s meant to do this stuff. Just give yourself some time to adjust.”

Emma found herself picking at her nails and sighed, “Fine. 4 days. He has until the weekend. Then you bring him back to whatever shelter you got him from.”

Riley shrugged. “Geez. I guess I’ll take what I can get.” The sisters walk back to the kitchen to see half of the dishes either drying on the counter or soaking in the dishwasher.

The pet turned around with a guilty look. Bowing his head he said, “It is sorry, mistresses. It did not finish in time. M-May it finish its work before its punishment? I-It will be quick.”

Are you serious? Emma couldn’t even think about what to say. Punishment? She eyed her sister. Riley was already calming the boy down.

“You’re all good, buddy. We didn’t expect you to finish before we came back. You aren’t in trouble. Go ahead and finish up and we can watch a movie.” Riley gave him a pat on the head, as he profusely thanked her, and went to relax on the couch. Emma can’t bring herself to to look at her new pet and just hunkers down on the couch with Riley.

“I’m guessing you aren’t up to getting lunch? I can have it delivered. Any requests?” Riley asked as she pulled up the app on her phone.

“Um. Chinese or something? I’m not really hungry.” Emma picks up the remote and tries to distract herself from the man in her kitchen by looking for something to watch.

By the time they had picked out a movie, the food was already delivered and the pet had finished the dishes. He was kneeling obediently on the dog bed in front of the couch. He wasn’t even looking at the TV, just facing Emma as she ate with his head down. Any appetite she had was instantly gone.

“You ‘hink of a ‘ame for ‘im?” Riley mumbled with her mouth full of rice. Emma sat her bowl down and finally took a good look at the pet.

He was fairly skinny, but it didn’t seem to stop him from moving around. He had dull green eyes and ashy brown hair. She noticed him tense when Riley mentioned him.

“Um. Not really. He said… um… what did you say your thing was?” Emma asked. She wasn’t sure if he was even going to respond with how frozen he looked. “Its designation is Domestic: 59307411.” He stated.

Emma looked over to Riley. “Um yeah. That…”

“Hmm,” Riley thinks, “the shelter doesn’t give any of the pets names. They usually let the owner chose. You want me to look up some names?”

Emma can’t think of a reason her sister would accept on not giving him a name. It would make the next few days easier, having something to call him, but she doesn’t want to get attached. “Yeah… Sure…”

Riley pops out her phone again and looks up some names. She takes a deep breath and starts, “Liam, Alex, Noah, Daniel, Ethan, Asher, Aiden Wyatt--“

“Wait. Go back.” Emma pauses.

“Wyatt, Aiden, Asher—“

“Asher’s kinda cool? What do you think of Asher?” Emma asked the boy at her feet.

“It would be more than happy with whatever Mistress chose.”

“But do you like the name? I don’t want to call you something you don’t like,” Emma sighed.

“It does like the name, Mistress,” he replied.

“Cool! Asher it is!” Riley announces, “I think it’s a cool name.”

Emma looked down at Asher, his sunken eyes downcast. All she could feel was pity. How could someone be reduced so low? The next few days were going to be rough, Emma thought as she turned the volume up on the TV.

#pet whumpee #pet whump #box boy whump #box boy universe #whump #domestic pet whumpee #He gets a name~

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swawsn · 1 year

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Jshjssio @leonisdumbasallhell I drew a thingy based on your mcd leon fic, too scared to send it to you the normal way so yeah

The actual thing is under the cut, but blood and death tw I GUESS

Today i learned that clutter is difficult to draw!! Not gonna do it again ever

I really liked that fic 👉👈, poor leon

#Hopefully don't need to tag anything as almost no one follows me really #'bout to die of anxiety #Doddle

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idkjustwannareadbsdoneshots · 1 year

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Akutagawa, You are a priority.

I'm going to cross-post my fanfics from ao3 here! I only have three so far and they are pretty old. I lost interest and motivation to write for a long time. so I would appreciate it if you could give me prompts for BSD! Also just in case nobody knows thready means weak in medical terms. This is Shin soukoku, Enjoy!

Also small TW! for blood and fainting!

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Akutagawa never thought his health was ever a priority, I mean what was the point of being well if he didn’t do something right in the eyes of his superiors?

Akutagawa had his leg almost chopped off once, so he figured that he had experienced what he should after failing. But Atsushi thought otherwise, so when Akutagawa came back from a mission and was reporting to Mori. He didn’t notice Atsushi standing in the corner almost about to burst into tears at the state the boy was seeing Akutagawa in.

Back flash -

Though Mori had never called Atsushi over to the port mafia, the boy had come over insisting to see Akutagawa, And was not taking no for an answer. Mori had never really understood the boy's relationship with Akutagawa so he just said to wait in the corner till Akutagawa came back from his mission.

So as the boy stood in the corner of Mori’s cluttered office near the large windows overlooking Yokohama, he looked almost taken aback on how beautiful Yokohama was from above. But then he jumped and looked back to the doors as they swung open. Akutagawa walking through… bleeding from his arm.

Mori glanced back to the boy in the corner and saw pain in the boy’s eyes. As he looked back to Akutagawa, the mafia executive stumbled but straightened himself back up to a standing position. Mori audibly sighed at the boy's state. Then asked,

“Did you succeed?” his eyes staring straight towards Akutagawa.

“Yes.” The black haired boy responded. The boy didn’t speak another word.

Mori turned around in his chair and stood up, he saw Atsushi flinch in the corner and start to step towards Akutagawa. Mori signaled to the white haired boy to stop, He noticed that the boy had started to cry. I guess their relationship is more than just enemies, Mori thought.

Surprisingly Atsushi stopped moving, but Mori’s signal had made Akutagawa turn around to look at what he was signaling to. His eyes widened as he saw the white haired boy in the corner of the room, his face was covered in tears, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

As Akutagawa fell to the ground, blood pooling around his still breathing form, Atsushi then ran and fell next to the bleeding figure. He gingerly picked the black haired male up and turned to Mori, his eyes red from crying already, and said in between small sobs

“I'm taking your executive.”

As the blood spread slowly throughout the red carpet at Mori’s feet, he smiled, “interesting” he muttered under his breath.

“What's interesting?” Said Elise as she popped her head up from her drawing.

“Nothing, Nothing much Elise.” The man said as he turned around and asked “What are you drawing?”

As Atsushi walked through the uniform halls of the port mafia, he looked down at the other boy in his arms. His heart felt pain as he saw the usually so energetic but hateful boy looking so weak and small. But he set his heart to bringing Akutagawa back to the agency for Yosano to heal

As he walked out of the doors of the port Mafia’s headquarters, the white haired boy looked around, the sun was setting over the buildings, the pink and orange hues mixing with the light blue of the day. The rain clouds from the morning were long gone and left the sky clear. The night wind brushed by him and rusted Akutagawa's hair, Atsushi looked down at the black haired boy again, and as the street lamps came on he ran, holding Akutagawa tight to his chest, Akutagawa’s coat tails flying out behind the pair as Atsushi ran across the sidewalk towards to agencies headquarters.

Atsushi ran as fast as he could up the stairs and turned into the hall of the agency’s offices. He ran up to the door that contained Yosano’s office. He pushed the door open with his foot and ran to one of the medical beds. As he stopped, He looked down at the boy in his arms. He panicked, noticing that the boy was barely breathing. Then quickly and gingerly put the black haired boy onto the medical bed.

Atsushi didn’t care about his appearance as he ran into the agency’s regular offices and ran up to Yosano who was sitting at her computer doing some overtime. The only people who were left in the office were Yosano and Ranpo who both gasped as they looked up to the noise of the door slamming open to see a bloody, red eyed Atsushi. As he stood at the door trying to form words in his desperation he just pointed at Yosano and said

“D-d-dying…” as he almost burst into tears again. Yosano immediately jumped up from her seat and closed her computer as she ran to the blood covered Atsushi who couldn’t hold back his tears anymore.

“Who?! Atsushi, where are they!” Said Yosano who was immediately taken aback that Atsushi had come to her. But she wanted to help him, as he was covered in blood and crying. The white haired boy pointed to the infirmary Yosano looked back to Ranpo and nodded and ran over to the infirmary door as Ranpo got up from his desk and said to Atsushi

“Come sit down, Yosano can take care of anybody. Even people on the edge of death.” Atsushi didn’t look up and just followed the sound of Ranpos' voice.

As Atsushi was crying his eyes out on the coach of the agency, Yosano ran into the infirmary and looked around and saw Akutagawa still bleeding out on the medical bed. She sighed as she realized that Atsushi really was in love with him.

She walked up to the boy on the bed and pulled on some medical grade gloves, realizing for the second time in a minute that the boy was breathing, but had a thready* pulse, he was about to die.

Three days after the incident with Atsushi and Akutagawa, the white haired boy was sitting by his bed. Where Akutagawa lay, breathing and alive. Atsushi had spent the whole night at the agency the day he had brought Akutagawa to Yosano, when the rest of the Agency came back for work the next morning they were all surprised to see Ranpo sleeping in his desk chair, Atsushi sleeping on the coach with Yosano sleeping on the floor next to him . Most surprising was that Atsushi and Yosano were covered in blood. At first they thought that all of them were dead but then One of the interns that arrived early took yosano's pulse and confirmed that they were all indeed alive. Along with Akutagawa.

As the 3 members woke from their sleep they were forced to explain the situation by Dazai. As Atsushi relayed how he had gone to the Port mafia’s headquarters Dazia sighed and looked to Yosano as she explained that she spent up till 1am healing Akutagawa.

Almost all the members of the agency agreed that Atsushi should take Akutagawa back to his apartment and stay home for the next couple days. So Atsushi listened to them and here he was sitting next to Akutagawa and waiting with a small soup and a cup of tea for himself.

Then he felt the blanket moving slightly and saw Akutagawa stirring, he jumped up from his sitting position and ran to the small kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. As Atsushi carefully ran back to the room so as not to spill the water he looked at the futon to see Akutagawa sitting up and on alert.

Atsushi almost dropped the water glass when the black haired boy tried to stand up and lunge at the person in front of him. Atsushi placed the water glass quickly down and ran over to Akutagawa’s side, pulling him up to a sitting position from where he lay splayed across the futon groaning in pain.

“You can’t move yet!” He exclaimed.

Akutagawa grimaced and said “why am I in your apartment you asshole?”

“You fainted from blood loss so I brought you to Dr. Yosano” Atsushi said worriedly looking Akutagawa up and down making sure he wasn’t bleeding again. “Then I brought you back here because you couldn’t stay in the agency for three days.”

“I’ve been asleep for three days!?” yelled Akutagawa trying to get up once again. Atsushi pushed him back down and said,

“You can’t get up yet, you’re still healing.”

“I need to go back!” Akutagawa tried to push Atsushi away again to no avail “I’ve missed my mission report and I was supposed to leave for the next one yesterday!”

“No.” Atsushi said calmly “I already told Dazai to relay to Mori that you will be gone for two weeks to heal. And Mori said that was fine as long as… Actually Dazi didn’t tell me why.”

“Boss said it was fine!? But I need to get back to work!” He struggled against Atsushi with his limited strength and finally gave up. “But why are you stopping me, you don’t even care about me.” The boy frowned and looked up at the ceiling trying to avoid eye contact.

“That’s the thing,” Atsushi said with a small smile on his face “Hey, Akutagawa, Look at me” He looked down from the ceiling and to Atsushi’s face and locked eyes with him.

“What.” he said plainly.

“I do care,” Said Atsushi, the smile growing and tears flowing down his face. “I was so scared I was going to lose you when you fainted, I could barely breathe.” The boy looked down and then locked eyes with Akutagawa again. A long silence only broken by small sobs from Atsushi.

“What do you mean?” Akutagawa sated plainly, A small bit of confusion creeping on him

“I-I” Atsushi said between sobs “I-I-”

“Just say it for fucks-sake!” Spit Akutagawa

“I-I Love you.” Atsushi supputered out, still sobbing. A small blush creeping up to his face.

“W-W-WHAT?” Akutagawa looked at the sobbing and blushing mess in front of him in disbelief. He loves me… THAT MAKES NO SENSE! I hate him, why would he love me! Thought Akutagawa, confusion evident on his face, but something else as well.

A small amount of red, Atsushi looked up and through tear soaked eyes he saw. Akutagawa was blushing! Atsushi and Akutagawa sat in a long silence. And suddenly Akutagawa said

“I-I love you too.” He had finally realized it, the feeling of wanting to kill Atsushi wasn’t the actual feeling of wanting to kill him. He just wanted to spend more time with him and get to know him. Not hate him.

“W-w-w-what? Really?” The other boy said, looking Akutagawa straight in the eyes.

“I don’t know, but I want to spend everyday with you and when you talk too much I want to kill you but then I think what would I do without you! And you make me happy and I-I- Don’t mind not killing for you I-I- Don't know what love is but…” Akutagawa stopped rambling and blushed a deep crimson and mumbled out “Chuuya said that's what he felt when he started to realize he liked Dazai so…” The boy trailed off looking down; a flustered mess. Atsushi looked at him for a long moment and they said,

“That sounds like love to me.” He smiled and hugged Akutagawa, but not too hard so as not to hurt him. Then he heard a small clink and turned around “Ahhhh! The soup! I had that prepared for when you woke up! Now it's cold and spilled on the floor!” Atsushi screamed as he jumped up. Then he heard a small chuckle, he turned around to see Akutagawa laughing. He smiled and sat back down,

“I can clean it up later, but I think the sick patient is the first priority.” he said smiling and hugging Akutagawa again.

Akutagawa didn’t quite understand what love was but he was going to try to figure it out.

For Atsushi.

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