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Law Please Come Soon Spell

[Sometimes the problem is not the presence of authority but its absence. Perhaps someone close to you is engaged in activities that are dangerous and should be stopped. Perhaps it would be better for call concerned if someone’s activities were brought to the attention of the authorities. Although the obvious response is to call the police or inform the appropriate authorities, if only anonymously, magic spells acknowledge the complexities of human situations. Perhaps it’s not as simple or safe as just making a phone call. This following spell purports to draw legal attention toward your target without, providing your spell casting isn’t witnessed, drawing attention toward you.]

A handful of dirt from the actual area that the police need to investigate is required, whether this is the target of your spell’s residence or place of business or other.

In addition, you’ll need a handful of graveyard dirt and a handful of dirt from each of the following places: a crossroads, a prison, a courthouse, and four different police stations. If the Graveyard Dust does not actually contain dirt, obtain a handful of dirt from a cemetery as well.

Blend all the dirt together in a bowl.

Use a black seven-day candle or burn each of seven individual black candles daily.

Carve and dress the candle with a Commanding Oil and San Cipriano Oil.

Stand the candle within the bowl of dirt and burn it.

On the eighth day, when the candle(s) have completely burnt down, sprinkle the remnants of the wax, together with the dirt, onto the targeted individual’s property.

(from The Element Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells by Judika Illes)

[arctasy]

what makes las nevadas feel so artificial, even more than the fake sand on an icy tundra, is that it inverts what a city is fundamentally supposed to be. a city is created by its people. the people must always come first ,and the city is built according to their needs. that's what made l'manberg so loved and so real, even with all its shitty dirt huts and cobblestone courthouses (affectionate). las nevadas on the other hand was created for no real individual but c!quackity. a lonely man surrounded by far too much splendor and entertainment he could need or use in a lifetime. it was built for a fantasy, for him and his dream of a nation that simply did not exist. and maybe he doomed it never to exist, because it's quite hard to live in a prop, a city that was never made for real people

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟑𝟖𝟏

Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 20] Anniversary

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), creampie

*it's the last chapter, thank you all so much for sticking through my loves, I hope you all enjoyed🥹❤️

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As time passes, your relationship with Toji develops more and more until Toji finally proposes with a gorgeous ring. You move in with him shortly after, and within a month, you go to the courthouse and get married. You make changes to his new home, you buy new furniture to make it more cozy.

You try to fix everything that you can in a year, and you would’ve fixed more if it weren’t for the fact that one morning you woke up with the worst food poisoning. A food poisoning that lasted for a week, so much so that your husband decided he needed to take you to the emergency room. Five-year-old Megumi was beyond worried for his stepmother when he saw her get this sick. 

Frankly, everyone in the house was scared, expecting the worst possible outcome. But you got the best news of your life– The most confusing and shocking one at that, but regardless, great news.

“You’re pregnant, Mrs. Fushiguro.” Which caused Toji to engulf you in a hug that nearly left you out of breath. You weren’t really trying… But you weren’t being safe either considering you’ve had problems in the past. You weren’t planning on trying so soon, but the news didn’t really upset you either.

Breaking the news to Megumi that he was going to be a big brother wasn’t easy… At first he was confused, then he got jealous, and in the last month of your pregnancy he was overprotective and worried about being the best big brother that he could possibly be. And you knew Megumi would be well behaved when the baby came along, but you never expected him to be a literal angel. 

Megumi just tries to be the best big brother to his little brother, trying to be the best role model to Chiyo. He wants to help with everything that’s baby related, even asking if he can help feed and change Chiyo’s diapers. And as his baby brother grows, he attempts to teach him new stuff. He insists on teaching him how to talk, his main priority is getting his baby brother to say his name.

“Say ‘Megumi’.” Seven-year-old Megumi is trying to get his one year old baby brother to say his name. The plan was for Chiyo’s first words to be his dear older brother’s name, but that didn’t work out.

“Are you still trying that, Megumi?” Toji asks, picking up Chiyo from his playpen. Megumi whines, mad that his father is taking Chiyo away. “I’m going to give him a bath before your mommy wakes up.”

“Why now? Can’t you wait some more time, daddy?” Megumi responds, and Toji shakes his head which makes Megumi pout. What’s the point of even giving him a bath? Chiyo doesn’t even run or play in the dirt. Of course, he’s not thinking that Chiyo gets dirty in different ways.

“I’ll teach him how to say Megumi while giving him a bath. You should try to do the same, Megumi. Try to look nice for your mommy today.” Toji tells Megumi before walking away and to the bathroom that’s connected to his room. Toji has the biggest smile as he stares at his baby boy. Toji lightly pinches Chiyo’s chubby cheek with a smile on his face, causing Chiyo to show off his little teeth back, and Toji’s heart overflows with joy.

Toji never really thought that he’d relive moments like these. He never planned to marry or have more kids, so he thought that he would never experience this again. But you came along, and his plans completely shifted course. He’s married again, with a stinky one year old. His family is officially complete, and he’s happy. He won’t lie and say that he wasn’t a bit underwhelmed with the news that he was having a boy, but he’s happy with the outcome. Chiyo is the perfect baby, although a bit of a crybaby.

“I just love you. You’re the cutest.” Toji says before kissing his baby’s cheek. He’s almost Megumi’s clone, but thankfully for you, he inherited some of your features. Was he really set on not having more kids? Right now, that thought seems incomprehensible. 

Toji tries to be as quiet as possible when giving Chiyo a bath, even though the baby squeals in the water. Toji doesn’t want to wake you up yet, he wants to make sure everything is perfect before you wake up. Toji chuckles, “C’mon, Chiyo. Don’t wake up your mommy, she needs her beauty rest.”

When he’s done with Chiyo, he puts the baby in his cutest outfit. He’ll make sure to put Megumi in his cutest matching outfit too, he wants to make sure everything is perfect for you. Usually mornings are a bit hectic for your family, but he’s going to make sure you don’t have to deal with any of that today.

“Megumi, wear your matching pink outfit with Chiyo!” Toji yells, causing Chiyo’s bottom lip to quiver at the loud sound. Toji notices his son is about to cry so he begins to bounce the baby, kissing the temple of his head. “Now, don’t cry, Chiyo. It was to your brother, I wouldn’t yell at you.”

But that doesn’t stop Chiyo from crying. Toji tries his best to calm down the baby before you wake up, but it only takes a singular cry from you to be awakened from your slumber. Ever since having your baby, you’ve become a light sleeper. It’s shocking to Toji how you didn’t wake up during Chiyo’s bath, but he also knows you’re extremely tired.

“Oh my– He’s just so cute!” You immediately exclaim when you see Chiyo in his outfit. When he sees you, he cries even harder because he wants to be in your arms. You chuckle, taking him from Toji as you peck Toji’s lips before saying, “Happy anniversary, love.”

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Toji responds as you take Chiyo from his arms. And just when you thought you had seen the cutest thing, Megumi walks out wearing the same outfit, and you squeal, so happy that your boys are matching. You walk over to him and fill his face with kisses.

“You two are just the cutest, my heart can’t take it.” You say, and Megumi’s brows furrow.

“I’m not cute.” Megumi claims, crossing his arms, causing you to chuckle. One morning, your baby woke up and he decided he didn’t want to be called cute anymore, he was too old for it. Now whenever you compliment him, he gets upset.

“You’re right, you’re not.” Is the biggest lie that leaves your lips. He’s the cutest. Megumi walks over to the couch with his arms crossed, his day nearly ruined because he was called cute. 

“Ah–” Chiyo’s little arm extends out, his fist opening and closing, motioning that he wants his big brother. You put the baby on the floor, letting him walk to Megumi. The three of you watch him, while Toji puts his arms around your waist. 

“How’d you sleep, love?” Toji asks, and you look up at him with a smile on your lips. You slept like never before because Toji took care of everything, and he put his weight on you which made it impossible for you to get out of bed. You actually rested for the first time in a while.

“Amazing, thanks to you.” You answer, and he kisses the tip of your nose before letting go and going to the kitchen. The plan was to make a lovely somewhat romantic breakfast for you before you woke up, however, that clearly didn’t happen. You watch Toji put on an apron, and you can’t help but ask, “Do you want me to take over so you can watch over the boys?”

“Nope, you can sit back and relax. I’ll make sure to make the best possible breakfast.” He says, and you try your best to give him a sweet smile even though you’re not all that excited. Toji isn’t a great cook at all.

“Do you know what Toji is going to cook?” You ask Megumi, and he furrows his brows as he turns his head to look at you. 

“Daddy’s cooking?” His voice is filled with concern. There was a point where all he had to eat was Toji’s horrible cooking, but he got used to what you fed him, and now his head can’t wrap around the thought of eating something by Toji.

“How about I ask him to go out to breakfast?” You ask, knowing that you’ll also be going out to dinner. Just not with your kids. Toji’s a simple guy with simple rules, one of them being if you’re going out to dinner, you can’t go out for breakfast and vice versa. However, you have a feeling that today is going to be different because it’s your anniversary. Toji simply can’t say no.

“Please, mom.” Megumi sounds desperate, and you can’t help but understand it. Last time Toji cooked, you swore you were going to get food poisoning, but neither of you had the heart to tell Toji that his cooking skills simply sucked.

“Alright, I’ll ask him.” You respond, standing up from the couch and walking over to your husband. He’s cracking some eggs into a bowl, pulling out the little bits of shell with his fingers. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss on his shoulder. “Baby…”

“What? I’m focused.” Toji sounds slightly annoyed, almost as if he knows that you’re about to ask him to go out for breakfast. 

“How about we go out for breakfast? Our favorite place. I swear Chiyo was trying to say pancake, and you know those are his favorite.” You say, and Toji rolls his eyes. He’s been picking up that you and the kids don’t like his cooking. He’s just waiting for you to directly say it.

“The baby won’t be able to tell the difference between those pancakes and my own. We’ll be fine.” Toji argues.

“Trust me, he’ll be able to tell the difference.” You respond, and Toji turns to look at you. He has a frown on his face, and you know that he knows. You peck his lips before telling him, “Your cooking kind of sucks, honey.”

“You finally have the balls to say it.” Toji sighs. You let go of him, and he walks to the sink to wash his hands. “Go change, we’re going.”

“I love you.” You invade his space again to kiss his cheek.

“I love you too, I guess.”

“Are you liking your pancakes, buddy?” Toji asks as he looks at Megumi. His mouth waters at the sight, and he regrets being petty and not getting anything. Regardless, he won’t order anything. He knows that Chiyo is enjoying his breakfast because he’s making a mess as he tries to grab the next piece.

“It’s good.” Megumi answers, which isn’t exactly what Toji wanted to hear. He was expecting more of a Would you like some, dad? or I’m full, you can have the rest. You know that Toji is waiting for someone that isn’t going to finish their food so he can finish what’s leftover, but that’s not happening. Megumi is most certainly finishing his pancakes, and so is the baby who is trying to stuff his tiny mouth with pancakes.

“I’m full. Eat the leftovers for me, Toji.” You slide your plate to his side, and Toji doesn’t even bother asking if you’re sure. He begins to eat all the food on the plate, and you hold back a laugh. You focus on your baby, who’s greedily eating. You watch the three boys eat, and they all eat in the same manner. You hate to see how strong Toji’s genes are.

“Can we watch a movie tonight?” Megumi asks, taking a break from chewing and sipping on his orange juice. 

“Your mom and I are going out, you can watch it with the babysitter.” Toji answers, and Megumi pouts. He thought that since it’s a Saturday he could stay up a bit late and watch something with the two of you, but you clearly have other plans that don’t involve him. 

“We can watch it when we get home. We have nothing to do this afternoon.” You smile at Megumi, and his pout goes away. He smiles at you, showing off his two missing front teeth. Your palm goes to his chin, your fingers squishing his cheeks before kissing the top of his head. Your attention goes to Toji, who managed to ravish the plate in a matter of minutes. You tease him, “Are you sure you weren’t hungry?”

“Focus on your baby who is making a mess.” Toji answers, shaking his head in Chiyo’s direction. You glare at Toji before rolling your eyes. He should also pay attention to Chiyo since you didn’t procreate alone. You grab a napkin to wipe off Chiyo’s face while Toji takes a sip of your drink. The man is too prideful to even get water, leaving him to drink from your own beverage.

“What do my boys think if we leave daddy behind to be lonely and miserable all afternoon?” You ask, making Toji click his tongue. Megumi ignores it, not wanting to hurt his father’s feelings, while also not wanting to refuse your offer. You get up from your seat to get Chiyo out of the high chair, putting him on your lap as you sit down again. 

“Me–” Chiyo notices his older brother and tries to call out for him. Of course, he can’t pronounce the name. All he manages to do is get out the first syllable, and Megumi’s eyes go wide. He’s trying. Most of the time the baby doesn’t even bother paying attention to him.

“Megumi, say it, Chiyo. It’s Megumi.” Megumi seems so excited when his baby brother somewhat tries to say his name. Chiyo gives up though, but the first syllable is good enough for Megumi.

“He’ll get it next time, buddy.” Toji says, but Megumi is already happy with the little he’s getting. 

Toji is tasked with trying to get Chiyo to sleep while you get ready for your date. The task is to make the babysitter’s job easier since Chiyo begins to get fussy when he’s tired at night, and he’s difficult to put to bed. Toji rocks him back and forth, hoping that it’ll work for him.

Megumi notices the light of his brother’s nursery is turned on, so he walks in with Chiyo’s favorite book. Toji immediately notices what he holds, and he shakes his head, “Not now, Megumi. Chiyo has to sleep.”

“If I read it for him he'll fall asleep.” Megumi claims, and Toji sighs. He might as well since Chiyo isn’t falling asleep. Toji puts Chiyo down on his lap while he picks up Megumi and puts him down on his other lap.  Megumi opens the book, putting it in Chiyo’s view before very slowly reading.

“In the… light of the moon a… little egg lay on a leaf.” Megumi begins and Chiyo begins to get excited at the pictures in the book. Toji knows this isn’t a good idea, but he’ll leave it for you to handle since you always know the trick of getting the baby to fall asleep. If Toji is being serious, he’s the one that’s falling asleep as Megumi reads.

“What are the three of you doing?” You ask when you step into the nursery, watching your husband fight back his heavy eyes. His eyes shoot wide open, and he puts Megumi down, before standing up and handing the baby to you. You can deal with him on your own.

“Going to change, you can get him to fall asleep.” Toji says, and you’re happy to take your baby, however you’re upset because he didn’t even bother to compliment you on your outfit when you walked into the nursery.

“Did you check what you wanted for dinner, baby? So I can tell the babysitter.” You tell Megumi, who shakes his head in response. You’re happy that he does, knowing that you can tell him to go away without an issue. While you adore your baby Megumi, Chiyo won’t sleep if Megumi is right there. “Can you go check while I put your baby brother to bed?”

“But–” Megumi begins, but he stops himself before nodding in agreement. Putting Chiyo to bed isn’t all that exciting anyway. He contributed like he could, and Chiyo is still awake. When Megumi leaves, you sit on the rocking chair and cradle your baby boy.

You kiss the top of his head, looking so adoringly at your baby. His hand goes up to his mouth, sucking his thumb between his teeth. Him and Megumi are the best thing that has happened to you. There was a time in your life that you didn’t think you would have this, but luckily Toji came along. You moved to the right place.

“Aren’t you the cutest?” Sometimes you can’t help but think about Kento, and how he wanted this for himself one day. You can’t help but feel guilty about it sometimes. Toji reassures you though, telling you that it would be unfair for you to stop living your life after everything. Just by hearing the stories about him, Toji knows that Kento would’ve wanted you to move on.

You begin to hum a lullaby to your baby. It takes you less than ten minutes to make Chiyo fall asleep.

You spend the rest of your time with Megumi, helping him decide what to pick. He’s a little indecisive about it, and you see him stressing which makes you assure him that he can pick multiple things. Megumi moves into your embrace on the couch before resting his head on your lap, “Can’t you stay tonight?”

“Your dad planned something special for our anniversary, honey… But I promise tomorrow we’ll spend the entire day together.” You tell him, and Megumi pouts. At least you’ll spend your day together tomorrow, but that seems so far away right now. You lower your voice, just in case Toji is listening, “You can stay up late tonight, baby. I give you my permission.”

That makes the pout go away. No bedtime? He’s in. You can stay away for as long as you want as long as he doesn’t have to go to sleep early. 

“Love, are you ready?!” Toji shouts before exiting your bedroom and finding you on the couch with Megumi. Both of you shush him since the baby is sleeping and neither of you want him to wake up. “Ah, look at you.”

“Look at me? I’ve been ready, Toji. You didn’t even bother to compliment me.” You tell him, and Toji furrows his brows. Maybe he was so annoyed that Chiyo wasn’t sleeping that he completely forgot to give you your due compliments. 

“I’m so sorry, love. You know–” He begins, and you huff, crossing your arms. The first words to leave his lips should be a compliment, not an apology. Megumi sits up before telling you,

“You look so beautiful, mom.” Which shows his father how to continue.

“You look stunning tonight, honey.” Toji says, but it’s a little too late for it. You side eye him before focusing your attention on Megumi. A sigh leaves his lips before going to the couch to sit with him.

“You smell good.” You move Toji’s hand from your thigh, putting his wrist to your nose. He rarely wears cologne, but when he does, you can’t stop smelling him.

“Only for you.” He takes his eyes off the road for a moment to shoot a smile your way. You kiss his knuckles before placing his hand back on your thigh. He squeezes your thigh before his hand goes to the radio to change the music. 

Toji’s way to celebrate tonight was making a special reservation in a restaurant that’s somewhat out of your budget. You’re excited about it, but you’re more excited about having some alone time with your husband. Spending some quality time alone is rare nowadays, because either Megumi or Chiyo need you. 

“I’m still somewhat mad at you.” You confess, and he raises his brows. 

“Why, my love?” He responds, and you let out a puff. How can he not know what he did? 

“You didn’t immediately compliment me the moment you saw me, how dare you?” You reply and he can’t help but laugh. Of course it’s that, he really thought it was something more serious. You still glare at him, “Does this sound like some joke to you? I’m so serious right now, Toji.”

“I’m so sorry, honey. You’re so right. I should’ve started to worship the ground that you walk on.” He answers, and that’s a much better answer. It earns a chuckle from you, and his heart flutters. He really thinks he should worship the ground you walk on, and he’s a fool for not doing so.

“You’re learning. Slowly but surely.” You respond, and he grabs your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours before he brings your hand to his lips. He kisses your hand a couple of times before bringing it down to rest on his lap.

“It’s nice to drive without a screaming demon in the back.” Toji shares, and you can’t help but chuckle before defending your baby.

“It’s not his fault you drive like a madman, I’m scared too.” You tell him, and he can’t help but feel offended. 

“Madman? You just drive like a granny, sorry to tell you.” He feels your eyes burn into his skull, and he regrets the words just as they leave his lips. He had great plans for tonight, ones that ended with the two of you having sex. He doubts that it’s going to happen now. He exaggerates a laugh before saying, “I got you! I was just playing!”

“Right, haha. So funny, Toji.” You roll your eyes, taking your hand back. There goes his perfect plan, withering away because of his own words– He can make it up to you though. He’ll make sure to make it up to you.

When you get to the restaurant, Toji opens each door for you and pulls your chair back so you can take a seat. He’s sweeter than ever because it’s your anniversary. While he’s a great husband, he doesn’t do this daily. You look over the menu, trying to figure out what you want to eat tonight, and it’s a hard decision because everything seems delicious. You don’t get to eat something so different every night since most nights you’re trying to get Megumi to actually eat your food. The hardest part about being a mom has to be making your kids eat. You swear, the older Megumi gets, the more picky he is with his food.

“Have you picked?” Toji asks, even though you haven’t had the menu in your hand for even a minute. He’s so impatient when it comes to other people, and it irks you sometimes. You knew you didn’t marry a patient man, but would it kill him to wait a minute? He couldn’t have possibly figured it out so quickly. 

“We just sat down, Toji. Give me a minute.” You respond. He sighs and you look up at him, giving him a nasty look which makes him pout. “We just sat down. If you’re going to–”

“My bad.” He cuts you off, and you scoff. He really isn’t thinking his words wisely. He knows better than to interrupt you. You don’t understand why he’s in such a rush for you to pick, he’s not that hungry, is he?

The waiter comes back and takes your order, and you fully focus on your husband. You almost start giggling like a schoolgirl when you realize just how handsome he looks tonight. You rarely see him dressed up, so it’s definitely a rare but nice sight. He notices how you’re staring at him with dreamy eyes, and he can’t help but joke, “Damn, keep it in your pants.”

“And if you don’t start being nicer, I just might.” You respond, and he can tell you’re serious.

“You know I’m just joking, baby. Please undress me with your eyes.” He tells you. You keep looking at him with loving eyes, even if he doesn’t deserve it. “Do I look good, baby?”

“You look decent, I guess.” You shrug. He chuckles, finding it hilarious that you’re mad at him. It just makes you look so cute.

“Decent? I guess I should’ve put more effort since my wife looks like a goddess.” Toji comments and you nod in agreement before you cross your arms.

“Yeah, your poor wife… Stuck with a loser.” You say, making him click his tongue. He shakes his head disapprovingly before a chuckle leaves his lips. It’s what he’s been asking for. It’s not that he minds, you can insult him in every way and he’ll thank you for even acknowledging him. You can’t help but laugh at yourself before saying, “On a real note, thank you for dinner, honey. This place looks really nice.”

“It’ll cost me an arm and a leg… But anything for you.” He responds. He saved up for this, but it’ll still hurt to pay the bill. He also bought you a little present– But he can’t really complain too much, it’s what you deserve.

“You can always go back to escorting.” You joke, but Toji isn’t a big fan of the joke. You defend yourself, “C’mon, it’s funny.”

“You’re too jealous, don’t even try to joke about it.” Toji argues, and for once, he’s right. You still roll your eyes at him. You begin to talk about other insignificant stuff, topics that make you laugh until your food finally gets to your table. 

What’s marriage without sharing? Meaning, you steal some of his food so he has to steal some of yours to get even. But you keep eating his food because for some reason it tastes better, and the man gets irritated, and he wants to tell you to stop but he doesn’t have the heart to. He has other ways of telling you, he looks at you funny. 

“Your food tastes so good, honey. I should’ve ordered that.” You comment and Toji sighs. He takes your plate and gives you his. Your food isn’t all that bad anyways so he isn’t exactly upset about switching. It’s truly the least he can do for you. 

“Can I ask you a serious question?” Toji speaks up when you finish eating. You look at him completely worried, and you nod in response. “Why do you always have to eat my food?”

“I don’t know, Toji. Why did I have to carry your child for nine months? Why am I raising two of your kids?” You question, and it takes everything in you not to pull out the fact that you’re the favorite parent. But Toji fully believes that you are, and you don’t want to hurt his feelings. You’re just generally sweeter to the boys, while Toji looks serious most of the time, so they go to you whenever they need something. Toji is jealous of that, but he doesn’t realize just how excited they are whenever he gets home.

“Because they’re your kids too, I don’t know.” Toji sighs. He never wins in this type of situation. “Just eat all my food, fine.”

“Do you want dessert?” You ask him, slightly changing the topic, and he shakes his head. Toji always wants dessert, now this is something odd.

“You’re just going to eat it all too.” The words slip out of his lips and the grown man slaps his hand over his mouth. Did he just say that? He has some kind of death wish. For fuck’s sake, it’s your anniversary, he’s planning to have sex with you but he surely ruined all the chances he had. 

“Oh?” You glare at him. You grab the cloth napkin that’s on your thighs and set it down on the table. Toji knows he fucked up. 

Even though Toji ordered dessert for you to eat, you refused to eat it. He even changes his tone, trying to feed you as if you were your son. He softened his tone and was too sweet that you were almost convinced your husband was possessed by a spirit. He didn’t plan on getting home so fast, but it’s fine. The kids are sleeping, he still has you all to himself.

“Honey, I have a gift for you.” Toji speaks up as he watches you take off your makeup in the bathroom. You raise your eyebrows, and you almost roll your eyes at the thought of what he insinuates. However, when Toji approaches you, he holds a small box. 

“What is it?” You stop what you do and give him your complete attention. He grabs your hand, trying to fight back the smile that threatens to come onto his lips. He proceeds to take off your wedding ring.

“You remember when we got married with the cheap rings and I promised that I would buy you a better ring when we were better off.” Toji opens the little box to show off the matching wedding bands he bought. The frown on your face goes away and you feel yourself get emotional. Toji promised he would buy it by your first wedding anniversary, but then you had your son so you couldn’t really spend money on insignificant items such as jewelry.

He puts on the new wedding band on your finger, and you look at it in awe. Maybe you were overreacting. Toji kisses your lips before apologizing, “Sorry for being mean to you, my love.”

“And?” You say as you grab the box from his hands. You take off his wedding ring and put it down on the sink counter.

“And I love you so much. And you’re so beautiful and I love when you take all my food.” You smile at him, putting on his new wedding band. You would’ve been totally fine with all his petty comments if he had given you the gift earlier.

“I love you too, Toji.” Your hands go behind his neck and you kiss him. He kisses you back so lovingly, happy that you’re not mad at him anymore. At least it doesn’t seem like you are. He kisses you over and over again, until his lips go to your cheek and then down your neck. 

You begin to step towards the bed, slowly because Toji doesn’t want to pull away. When he does pull away, it’s to undress you and make you sit down on the bed. He does a double take to check that the door is closed, and when he does, he begins to kiss your body.

There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. He just wants to love every part of your body. He gets on the floor and spreads your legs apart. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue then focuses on your clit.

Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You can never get tired of him, he’s just too perfect for you. 

Toji begins to hum, telling you how he’s enjoying this. He fucking loves the taste that’s on his tongue. He loves eating you out so much, he does it every chance he gets. 

He curves his fingers, and it feels like he knows your body. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. This is the best way to apologize after being such an ass. 

“Oh, Toji, it’s so good.” You moan before your hand goes over your mouth. It’ll take a storm to wake up your kids, but you’d rather not risk it. It doesn’t take too long for your orgasm to build up, that pressure builds up on your lower abdomen.

He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. His thumb plays with your clit while he comments, “I fucking love your pussy, baby.”

“You look so pretty.” He loves to compliment you while he makes you feel so good.. His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. Your hands grip the bed sheets, your body shaking as you reach your climax. 

He takes his fingers out, rising from the floor to kiss you. When he pulls away, you turn around. Your upper body presses against the bed while your ass is up in the air. Toji smacks your ass  as he unzips his pants. He grabs his cock and strokes it a couple of times. You feel the tip run through your folds. Your hands grip the bed sheets as he pushes his dick into you. He does so slowly, and when he bottoms out, he gives you a minute to adjust.

His hands go to your hips, his nails digging into your skin. He begins to move, and you’re weak. He smacks your eyes a couple of times as he begins to move.

“You feel so good, baby.” He says through gritted teeth. Fuck, he can never get tired of this. He fucking hates that even though you’re married and you can’t do this every night. Curse the day he decided to have kids.

You’re euphoric with each movement, he’s just so perfect. Your head buries in the mattress, suppressing all the moans that leave your lips. Your hand goes under to play with your clit, desperate for another orgasm. You’re making a mess all over his cock, and he’s loving it. You’re just so perfect for him.

When you slightly raise your head his arm reaches over, his finger hooking under your cheek and pulling and it drives you wild. Toji’s thrusts keep picking up speed, and you’re meeting his thrusts half way. Your walls tighten around him, and it takes everything in him to not lose control. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“Oh god–” You try your best to be quiet but it’s almost impossible. He takes his finger out of your mouth. You keep your head pressed against the mattress. His name comes muffled coming from your lips as the mattress drowns them out. You finally reach your climax, your legs quivering. 

He keeps cursing over and over again, the man is nearly out of breath. His thrusts get sloppy. You feel so nice around him… He really wants to stay buried deep inside your pussy since the man doesn’t know the next time that he’ll get to do this again.

The man comes to a sudden stop, throwing his head back as he releases himself inside of you. When he makes sure every single drop of cum is inside of you, he pulls out. Toji plops down on the bed, and you cuddle up next to each other. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it.

“Happy anniversary, love. I love you.” He says, and you smile at him. You never thought you’d be here, especially with your neighbor of all people. Although you do want to strangle him at times. 

“I love you too, Toji.” And you can’t help but chuckle, remembering the first time you slept together, and how he immediately told you that you shouldn’t let it get to your head. Now he’s completely whipped, and you have to deal with him… While also being completely head over heels for him. 

“Can I ask you a question…” He begins, and you hum in response. He sounds weird, so you begin to worry. “If Kento came back to life–”

“If your late wife came back to life–” You cut him off, because you absolutely hate the question.

“Okay, it’s out of line” He admits before you can finish the same question.

“To be fair, we wouldn’t be together because we wouldn’t have crossed paths. Not because we wouldn’t have fallen in love…” You respond, and he can’t help but agree. Thankfully, he’s not put in that messy situation. 

He brings you closer, kissing the top of your head lovingly. Your eyes begin to get heavy after a long night, and his warmth doesn’t help you. Until you hear the shrill cries of your youngest son, forcing you to sit up, “Get the baby while I clean up.”

“You got it, my love.”

[ithebookhoarder]

Calling Out (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Description: You're always there for Matt when he needs you, but tonight he's keen to remind you that he's there for you too.

A/N: Set during S2 Ep 10 after the attack on Reyes - I couldn't resist.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, mentions of death, gun violence references, injury references

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Sleep was impossible. 

No matter how hard you tried, you’d been tossing and turning since the moment you’d got home. It didn’t matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to turn it off - to quieten the worsening anxiety inside of you. 

You’d seen the news. You hadn’t meant to be watching but it had been on in the corner of the office, as it always was, silently playing in the background. 

The rolling banner on the screen was what caught your attention first, followed by the collective murmurs of disbelief from colleagues surrounding you: DA dead in courthouse shooting. 

Your stomach had dropped instantly. 

Matt. 

Even now, in your apartment, the all-consuming terror roared inside of you, drowning out anything other than the voices in your head. The fear and adrenaline were pounding in your veins, no matter how many times you told yourself that Matt was ok. He was alright. 

He’d answered the phone the moment you’d called, voice frantic as you begged to know what had happened - that he was alive and unharmed. You’d even spoken to Karen and Foggy to corroborate that fact.

That had been enough for then, enough to calm yourself and allow you to go back to work safe in the knowledge Matt was coming home to you. That he’d eventually walk through your door tonight after finishing patrol, after he’d washed away the grime and the dirt from a night in the city. It was routine - your routine… yet he still hadn’t come. 

Where was he? Why hadn’t he come yet? Was he hurt? 

It was hard to shut the thoughts down, especially as you kept replaying today over and over again in your mind. 

What if... Those two words taunted you. 

What if Matt had been sat closer to Reyes? What if he hadn’t heard the gun cock? What if the bullets had been just an inch closer and killed him and everyone else in that office? 

Sure, Foggy had been hit but at least he would recover. Matt had been just quick enough to change what should have been fatal to a flesh wound. But that was Matt all over… He had always danced with danger and death, but right now it felt like he’d never come closer to it. 

You choked back a sob and grabbed your phone.

“Hello?”

Of course he picked up on the first ring. 

"Hey, Matt," you choked, doing your best to keep your voice calm and steady. It was no use though, he knew you too well - and that was without his ‘super-senses’.  He could probably hear the way you were biting your lip and fighting tears through the phone. 

As if reading your mind, Matt’s voice became filled with concern. You could even picture his brow creasing, as it often did when he was upset. Normally you were the one to make it better, kissing his forehead until the lines simply melted away. But tonight, it was the other way around.  

"Y/N? Honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," you answered quickly. "I just… I needed to hear your voice. I know it's late, and you probably only just got back from patrol, and I’m so sorry, but I was wondering if you were still coming over or not-"

"Hey, hey. It's ok, don't apologise," Matt soothed. "I was late getting back in and wasn’t sure if you would be asleep by now, else I’d have called to tell you. Why? What’s wrong?"

"I told you, it’s nothing. I just wanted to... to make sure you were okay-"

It would have probably been more believable if your voice hadn’t decided to crack at that exact moment. As it was, your hands began to tremble, making it hard to keep a grip on your phone. 

Thankfully, Matt could read you like a book. 

"Y/N, listen to me very carefully… I’m okay," he soothed, letting the words sink in. "Sweetheart, I’m okay. I promise."

"I know, Matt, but ... When I saw what had happened on the news, I couldn’t breathe. It’s one thing to know you’re out at night, doing what you do, but that’s different. That’s the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and not… this was close, Matty. This was you, in broad daylight and I can’t lose you. It was close, too close." 

The words fell from your lips without you even realising. It was as if he had removed the cork from a bottle, all the pent up emotions and fears simply spilling over in a steady stream. 

You didn’t know how to make it stop. 

"Y/N… do you want me to come over?" 

You immediately froze at the question. The answer was on your tongue but a sudden rush of guilt hit you before you could give in.

He was probably exhausted and given what he’d been through, asking him to come all the way over to your apartment just so you could squash your own fears was selfish. 

"No, don’t worry about it, Matt. You just got in and you need to sleep. You've been through a lot today and I - I’m being stupid. Don't worry, please."

"But-"

"I’ll just see you at the coffee stand, before work, ok?" you rushed, wiping a stray tear away as it finally broke free. “Love you, Matty. Goodnight."

You hung up before he could say another word. 

Hearing his voice had been helpful, you couldn’t lie, but it was no substitute for seeing him in person. To be able to hold him, to breathe in the scent that was so distinctly him. 

Taking a deep breath, you lay back against your pillows, staring aimlessly at the ceiling fan as it span in circles over and over and over… 

Until there was a knock at the door. 

You paused. 

Peeling back the sheets, you stumbled to the door, somehow knowing who it was long before you stared through the peephole. 

“Matt?” 

You couldn’t quite believe your eyes as you took him in, in the flesh, on your doorstep, at 5 in the morning. Hell, his hair was still sticking up at odd angles, and he had his favourite pair of grey sweatpants on, like he’d got out of bed and run the entire way here. 

The sight was enough to make your heart ache all over again. 

“What are you doing here?”

Matt’s lips tugged into that familiar smirk that you loved so much. “Isn’t it obvious? I wanted to see you."

Just like that, the tears began to flow. You couldn’t help it as you collapsed into his arms, letting him haul you close as relief washed over you. 

“I’m here,” he purred. “I’m here...”

[siempre-bucky]

golden barn lights

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

summary: After your elopement, you and Jake head to Texas for his family's ranch party. You keep your relationship a secret, not wanting to steal his mom's thunder, but Jake finally gets you alone for a dance outside.

wc: 2.2k

an: wow, look at me not giving jake daddy issues....enjoy.

Jake was thankful for the traffic on the dirt road that led to his family’s ranch. His hand rested on your thigh, his fingers tapping along to the Patsy Cline song coming from the speakers, emerald colored eyes flashing between the car in front of him and the changing colors of the trees. The traffic meant more alone time with you, delaying the arrival of the town’s prodigal children.  

“You have a pretty voice,” you said warmly, your head resting against the glass. You watched the fall colored leaves fall from the trees that blocked the golden sun, smiling to yourself as a rust toned leaf got stuck in the window. 

His pink lips upturned in a genuine smile, you always knew by the soft lines that formed around his mouth. You turned your head to look at him, and just as you figured, a soft pink blush dusted his cheeks. “You did that on purpose, darlin’,” he groaned, his eyes catching your smug grin. 

“I suppose,” you responded nonchalantly, the smirk you wore told something different. Jake grimaced as the long line of cars started to move. Shifting in your seat, you moved his hand off your thigh and intertwined your fingers. Goosebumps formed on his arm as the cold gemstone of your engagement ring grazed the bare skin of his finger. All you could do was smile and place loving kisses on his knuckles. 

Every year, for a few weeks in October, the Seresin Ranch would open its large iron gates to the public. The pumpkin patch and hayrides were something out of a cheesy romcom, and Nora Seresin ate it up. She made sure the grand opening night would be over the top as soon as she found out her beloved son would be coming home just in time, his best friend right beside him. He recalled something about a new fall themed garden from one of their phone calls. The town was buzzing as soon as word spread. 

Oh if only the town knew. 

“Ready?” Jake asked as he finally pulled into the garage, the truck’s engine a soft rumble. 

The solemness in his features didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did yours. His gaze was trained on the silver band that wrapped around his ring finger. “I’m not ready to take it off,” you matched his glum tone, looking at the slender silver wedding band on yours. 

It was a couple of weeks of bliss; Jake running from his plane, wrapping you in his arms, and begged you to marry him after the almost suicide mission. At first, you thought it was the adrenaline and the cheering crowd on the carrier that boosted his ego, but then he pulled out a ring when the moon took its place in the sky. With phones turned off and lips sworn to a temporary secret, you and Jake shared promises and a loving kiss in a quaint courthouse. 

Jake removed your rings and you removed his before he placed them carefully in the glove compartment. “We’ll tell them tomorrow,” he repeated his promise as the two of you exited the truck. You smoothed down your sundress (you praised mother nature for the perfect Texas fall weather) giving Jake enough time to round the vehicle and guide you to the barn across the path. 

“When my family comes over for breakfast,” you added, smiling at the people happily roaming the ranch. 

“Ma will kill me if I ruin her moment,” he chuckled. It was common knowledge that no Seresin liked their thunder stolen, and what a doozy would it be to announce the elopement of childhood friends. 

Jake’s hand itched at his side as you two walked, his fingers twitching at the feeling of your empty hand next to him. He’d grown accustomed to having you close, fate being an unlikely friend and placing you beside him at every point in your Navy career. He’d always known you, it was hard not to in such a small Texas town. Typically, the whole town would cheer for a pair of best friends falling in love, mothers would roll their eyes and shake their heads while fathers would playfully place bets—it never happened to the two of you. No bets, no playful remarks, surely it came out of nowhere like Jake’s plane emerging from the clouds to save Rooster and Maverick’s lives. 

The large red barn came into view, golden light pouring from the open doors and windows, lively country music coming from the band inside. “Save me a dance?” you asked him playfully as you spotted your parents speaking with his own. 

He grinned and shot you a wink, “Sure, baby.” 

It didn’t take long for a pair of joyous squeals to ring out. You and Jake stood in front of the doors for a whole two seconds before your mothers hugged you and squeezed the daylights out of you. “Hi, mom,” you managed to get out, patting her back. 

“Son,” Jacob Seresin Sr. laughed pridefully, clapping a large hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Good to see you back. I’m proud of you son.” A warmth spread through him, his heart probably couldn’t feel fuller in that moment. His wife wrapped in the arms of his beloved mother, his father speaking about him in such high regard to everyone that would listen—he took a moment to soak it in. He’d lie if anyone asked why his eyes were glossy. 

“Sweetheart, I’m so happy you’re here,” your mother cooed, cupping your face to check for cuts and bruises. 

“Me too, mama,” you giggled, playfully shaking your head to get out of her motherly grasp. 

“Enjoy the event, kids,” Jacob chimed in, raising his amber colored bottle in the air and pointing in the direction of the interior. 

Jake was about to pour out a string of compliments of the event, but then an older woman rushed over; rushing as much as she could for a frail eighty year old woman. She looped a veiny arm around Jake’s and dragged him with a surprising amount of force, muttering something about spiked punch and her granddaughter. He looked back at you with a dramatic pleading face, making you giggle and bite down on your lip to prevent a wide grin. 

Much to your and Jake’s disappointment, that was the last time you interacted the entire evening; whisked away by military veterans dying for a good mission story and older women trying to set you up with their sons and daughters. The band’s country music reverberated off the walls, you smiled, and the mix of elegance and coziness that Jake’s mom was able to achieve. 

You were having your ear talked off by some of your old high school girlfriends, gushing about recent engagements and promotions. Their words sounded fuzzy, your attention was set on the corner of the room which was occupied by a few guys in flannel. Normally that corner was home to loose hay covering the floor; Jake kissed you there for the first time when you were younger, a few days away from leaving for flight school. He threw you into the hay, and you grabbed his wrist to pull him down on top of you. You managed to recall every shade of green and fleck of gold in his irises as he looked at you longingly until they became blurry from how close he got. Your lips still managed to tingle in remembrance. 

He’s alone, you thought happily as you caught his stare, his eyebrows raised hopefully. You uttered a lame excuse and started to cross the large floor to him. The blond started to rise from his seat, ready to give you that dance. An older woman patted your arm, pivoting your direction as she guided you. 

Jake sat back down. 

You shrugged and weakly smiled. 

The dances continued, and the same stories began to shift and change as exhaustion set in. You and Jake almost gave up in trying to find each other after the fourth line dance. His patience wore thin when he reached for your hand but was grabbed by another, and that string almost snapped when the lady with hair as high as the heavens said her daughter was single. Doin’ this for ma, he thought bitterly to himself with clenched fists and gritted teeth.  

There was an ocean of people between you, the opposite walls of the barn holding the two of you up. His eyes locked with yours and your body began to relax. He motioned his head towards the back door, a small smirk on his handsome features. Eagerly nodding your head in response, he walked with urgency towards the wood door. 

Jake finally drew in a breath of relief as darkness covered him like a comfortable blanket. The cold air soothing his lungs, he looked to the sky, breath stolen by brilliant stars. Nothing could compare to the stars in a cloudless Texas sky, not even the ones on a carrier in the middle of the ocean. 

“Jake,” you whispered into the night. His lips immediately turned upward, his gaze looking for you in the dark. He could always pick you out in a crowd and even in the dark; he knew the way you walked, how you held yourself, and your silhouette was something he prided himself on memorizing. 

“You know,” he spoke confidently, making you jump at the volume, “I’ve been waitin’ to get you in my arms all night.” 

He heard you giggle shyly, then he felt your hands press against his chest and slid them down his abs, nails gently dragging along the material. Your hands finally rested on his back, the side of your face pressed in between his defined pecs. “I got three marriage proposals, what about you?” you murmured ss he began to sway from side to side. The same Patsy Cline song he heard from the car now being played by the band, he hummed along before he replied. 

Jake laughed and pressed an amused kiss to the top of your head. “Five. I’m in demand, baby.” 

You shifted in his embrace, worming your arms around his neck and he instinctively gripped your hips. “I have competition,” you joked, looking up. His features were barely visible in the darkness. 

He scoffed jokingly, gently slapping your hips. “Far, far from it. You’re the only one that could get a ring on my finger.” 

“Sap,” you chuckled, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him. Hours without one of his sweet kisses felt like years to you; blame it on the newlywed bliss. His warm hand slid upwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake before he managed to cup the nape of your neck. Your eyes fluttered close, focusing on his touch.

Something illuminated the darkness, making your nose crinkle. Golden lights flickered on, before finally lighting up the space behind the barn. You and Jake’s lips finally parted, still wrapped up in each other's arms as you observed. Fairy lights littered the space, wrapping around large sunflowers and corn stocks while larger lights were hung in the air like a big top tent. Before the fear set in, you thought your husband looked beautiful and he thought the same of you. 

He looked towards the barn, blood turning cold as he saw his mother with her dainty finger on the light switch. Her signature Seresin smirk was displayed proudly, the shake of her head made a heat rush to your face. “Ma-” 

“Save it,” she snickered, waving him off. “I got eyes, son.” 

Jake sheepishly pulled away from you, his fingers twitching. “There’s something we gotta-” 

He was cut off once more, this time by you, “We weren't ready to tell anyone.” He looked down at you in surprise, his lips slightly parted. He was more than ready to tell her about the elopement. 

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she sighed with a smile, nodding in understanding. “When Jakey came home from his first day of sixth grade talkin’ about a girl in math class. I just knew you were bound to go steady.” 

You and Jake chuckled. “This is still her moment,” you whispered, “We’re not ready for one of her stern talking tos.” 

“Y’all have a nice night,” she winked before going back to the party. 

After a few breaths of relief, Jake took you back in his arms. You hummed at the warmth and nuzzled your face back into his chest, smiling at how fast his heart was racing. "We could have told her," he mumbled. 

"I kinda wanna savor this a little longer." You responded, holding him a little tighter. Jake laughed and put the side of his face on the crown of your head, gently moving you to the music. 

"Till breakfast?" 

"Over your mom's pumpkin pancakes." 

—

"Married!" Your mother's exclaimed at the same time. The table stood still as you and Jake stood at the head of the table, rings displayed proudly on your hands. Jake caught his father slip your dad a fifty-dollar bill, and you watched your siblings share knowing looks with Jake’s sisters. 

“When did this start?” Your dad asked with a grin. 

“Before flight school,” Jake’s older sister answered. 

“In the barn,” his younger sister added. 

“Y’all needed a better hiding spot,” your sister snickered in between bits of her food. 

Nora got up from the table and held your hand, her free one lovingly stroking Jake’s cheek. “We didn’t wanna ruin the party ma… you know how you get,” Jake said lightly. 

 “I see why you didn’t tell me,” she chuckled. “Welcome to the family, sweetie, officially.”

[lowkeyrobin]

OMG I've had this idea for a while but fuckshit x shy turned confident reader where they're in the same class but fuckshit doesn't really notices reader until reader starts dressing for themself and does things they want to do instead of letting people walk all over them and fuckshit starts developing a crush and starts seeing reader everywhere !!! Thank you love you robinnnn <33

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STOP I LOVE THIS WTF ♣️ dw I saw the other thing ik its u bae ; love you too freakazoid ; thanks for requesting pookieeee hope u enjoy

FUCKSHIT ; confidence

summary ; fuckshit develops a crush on the new you

warnings ; language, censored racial slur, weed

disclaimers ; fuckshits real name is gonna be olan (like the actor himself) as much as I don't like it that much it's the best bet + I don't wanna make up some random name for him 😭🙏 it's just bc ain't no teacher is gonna call him fuckshit and stuff ; also I do censor the n word one bc I'm not black, two it's how ray and fuckshit talk, it's not overused or anything, I'm just not trying to whitewash their speech and mannerisms and them reclaiming that word is kinda important for them because they're black skaters in the 90s so 🙏

word count ; 1k

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You used to cover yourself up a lot, even during summer. Sweaters and long sweatpants and jeans paired with hightop Converse were your usual outfits, even in the blazing LA heat.

You skated here and there, not at any parks or popular spots, just around. You shared a class with Olan, or Fuckshit as he likes to be called, at school. You had 12th period history with him, where he sat next to you.

You were very shy and reserved, you never talked to anyone unless spoken to and spent your time in the back of the class just getting through your work. Every so often, Fuckshit would try to talk to you to little or no avail. He never really noticed you much in the hallway or any other class either, so he didn't have any other way to talk to or see you through the day.

He didn't know much about you, which is why he also didn't know much about how you'd let people walk over, use, and bully you. He'd defended you in class once, but that was the extent of it. He wasn't a bully whatsoever, a fuckboy, yeah, but he wouldn't make fun of you for some dumb reason like the way you dress or the way you bite your nails.

But, now, he couldn't help but stare at you.

He could finally see your gorgeous eyes again, your smile proving that you were much happier this way. You seemed so excited and confident. He even noticed you in the hallway talking to someone with a smile on your face.

He had to say something.

"Oh, shit, like your shirt. Gravediggaz is fire." He smiles.

You return said smile. "Oh, thanks! You listen?"

"Hell yeah, n****"

He sees the kids who usually made fun of you snicker and whisper a few feet away, but pays them no mind. You follow his gaze and get a quick look before rolling your eyes and turning back to him.

"Fucking annoying" You say, placing a finger gun to your temple. "You skate, right?"

"Yeah, why? You trynna hang?"

"Maybe" You chuckle and shrug, "Going to the courthouse, just wanna show off some tricks at that party. Wanna come with me? You'd make it way less embarrassing"

"Yeah, of course" He grins, "Mind if I bring my boys along?"

"Oh, please. The more the merrier" You nod, "I'll be under the left tree at six, yeah?"

"Yeah"

Safe to say he couldn't wait to talk to you later considering he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Ray had been making fun of him all afternoon while Fourthgrade filmed it all, Ruben's laughter prominent in the background.

He was basically bouncing off the walls as the minutes ticked away, time coming closer and closer as to when he'd see you again.

"Put your dick away"

"Shut the fuck up! I'm just excited"

"Yeah, excited alright"

"I swear to God-"

He basically sprinted out the door when it hit 5:50, leaving the others in the dirt as he skated down the sidewalk as fast as humanly possible.

He saw you waving for him as he entered, and he quickly walked towards you with a smile and a blunt in his hand.

"Hey" He smiles, offering you said blunt.

You take it and blow a puff out of it, "Hey, glad you made it. Where's your friends?"

He looks over to the side, waving to a group of boys who were clearly trying to look for him. The three nod and talk toward you two, talking about something you couldn't hear.

You wave to them as they approach and sit with you, joining the conversation about everything skate and music related. As the sun sets, the area illuminated by white and colorful neon lights, you get up onto the building, top of the stairs, to show off some tricks. You see Fuckshit and his friends watching you, along with many other strangers who were watching other skaters show their shit off.

You grind down the metal railing and hop off with a kickflip. You glance over at the curly haired blonde, who's shouting some inaudible compliments. You see his one friend, tall and blonde, filming with a Camcorder. You didn't mind, you thought it was pretty sick.

The youngest out of them, maybe fourteen or so, hands a blunt to the dark-skinned boy with the locs, both of their eyes on you, like they're scanning your high-school coolness level or something.

"Ayeee, that was sick as fuck!"

"Olan, is there something you need to share with the class?"

Fuckshit's eyes slightly widen as he slowly looks up at the teacher who'd caught you two whispering in the back of class.

"Nah, I'm good"

The teacher turns back to the board as you two quietly smile and snicker.

He can't help but get lost in your happiness, feeling comfort in your sneaky smile. He can't help but adore everything about you, from your humor to your skating, your music interests, it was like you were made for him.

The bell rings, nearly popping your eardrums once more as it dismisses you for the day. You walk side by side through the halls, taking the longest way through the school to go toward the front doors to leave.

"I just don't understand being a poser like that, it ain't getting you any pussy" He laughs, agreeing with your long tangent about how being new at skating didn't mean you were a poser, and that being a poser is lame. "Like what you doing when someone asks if you can do a trick or show them? You just paid for a deck to look cool?"

"Exactly! They act like we can't tell who's a poser and who's not!"

You reach the entrance, having to go your separate ways home.

"See you tomorrow, dude" You smile with a light chuckle, waving him a little goodbye as you step on your board to skate away.

"See ya! I'll bring those cookies tomorrow too!" He smiles and waves back at you.

Ray and Fourthgrade approach, confused and amused looks on their faces.

"Cookies? When did you become a baker, n***?" Ray asks.

"Shut the fuck up, I owe them"

"For what?" He asks again as the trio walk down the sidewalk, straying away from the street til they got off school property.

"Inviting us to that thing on Friday, and homework answers"

"Ugh, here he goes again"

[semperama]

there’s this whole series on tiktok a girl is doing about her parents who are re-marrying each other like 10 years after their divorce. One of the cutest vids is about how her parents asked the boy who was their ring bearer at their OG wedding to be their officiant at their second wedding!! When he was first part of the wedding he was just 4 years old, and now he’s all grown up😭😭🥲

Couldn’t help but think of your ex husbands fic lol. Glad it took them a few less years. do they have a second wedding hahaha

Omg, that's so sweeeet. I love that! But yeah, it definitely takes Daniel and Max less than 10 years to get back together haha. I don't have the timeline fully nailed down, but I'm thinking they were married for roughly 4-5 years and divorced 3-4 years (I figure Max is still in F1 for at least 2 years after the divorce, and then after Max retires it still takes them a little bit to figure things out).

They DO have a second wedding, and funnily enough at Max's insistence. Daniel is honestly kind of embarrassed about it all, and he initially suggests they just make it businesslike, go to the courthouse or whatever, but Max knows Daniel well enough to know he'll regret it if they don't make a bigger deal out of it. It is much different than their first wedding though. The first one was a big party. It was during winter break, in Australia, and they went all out, spared no expense, invited a bazillion people. The second time around, though, they keep it smaller, mostly family and close friends. It's much more casual too, outdoors on Daniel's family farm at dusk, and they eat barbecue and some of the kids buzz around on Daniel's dirt bikes, and it feels intimate and warm and perfect for what they need. They do decide to have it on the same date--not because they're trying to erase the divorce, but because it feels like coming full circle.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Scola Wedding: Stuart Scola x Reader

Tagging: @trublu2u @greenies-green @burningpeachpuppy @upsteadlogic @malindacath @yezzyyae @noxytopy @kmc1989

Companion piece to Tonight

Stuart pulls out all the stops.

That’s the benefit of having money, it has a tendency to expedite things.

That’s something he has to talk to you about because you actually have no idea how wealthy the two of you are. He’d been planning to discuss it when it came to setting the budget but that had gone straight out of the window when you’d decided to move the wedding up.

When you leave for work that morning, he kisses you until your breathless, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“Leave it to me, I’ll take care of everything.” He whispers against your lips. You’d be happy to get married at the courthouse, but Stuart wants to make it special for you. He wants the romance, the magic, everything he feels when he’s with you. “I’ll text you where and when.”

It’s early afternoon when you get the message, you’re in the middle of completing your after-action report when your phone chimes with a message.

“Botanical Gardens, 7pm.”

You’re late.

During a raid, someone in one of the cover teams finds a batch of TATP that some idiot’s been cooking up in his bathroom, and due to the unstable nature of the explosive, you’re called on site to advise. It ends in a small explosion, nothing too dangerous but by the time you’re on route, there’s dirt smeared across your face and plaster in your hair.

You get changed in the back of your boss’s car, shrugging into the emerald, green dress that you wore the first night Stuart took you out dancing. There’s no time for hair and makeup, you tug the hair tie out and let it fall where it falls. It isn’t until you’re getting out of the car that you realise that you’ve forgotten your shoes. You end up walking down the aisle in green silk and black combat boots.

When you step onto the garden terrace where the ceremony is being held, the breath rushes out of you because the place is absolutely stunning. The sun is just setting as your feet hit the paving stones. The plush greenery offsets the strings of Edison bulbs that emit warm light across the courtyard. The flowers that decorate the aisle are all in fall colours, beautiful pops of red, orange and gold guiding the way.

Tiffany greets you as the music starts up presses an artisanal bouquet of flowers into your hand.

“Be good to him, ok?” She says quietly as she meets your gaze, and you smile because Stuart has no idea how lucky he is with his choice of partner.

“Always.” You promise.

When Stuart looks up and sees you, he can’t help but smile because you walking up the aisle in that dress and those combat boots, it’s exactly who you are and he wouldn’t change that for a minute. He doesn’t remember much about the ceremony, just the look in your eyes and that feeling in his chest as he recites his vows. In that moment it feels like everything is right in his world, like he’s in the exact place he’s meant to be. He hasn’t felt like that in a long time.

The party goes on long into the night, friends and family who couldn’t make it to the ceremony turn up to congratulate you. It’s a merging of your law enforcement families, the FBI and ATF.

You’re still on the dancefloor as the party begins to wind down, Stuart’s cheek pressed against your own as you sway together slowly.

There’s never been a moment more perfect than this.

It’s the best night of Stuart’s life.

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A little headcannon tidbit based off of chapter 2 of @canarydarity 's ranchers baseball au <3

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St. Louis felt infinitely like home. Or, as close to home as Jimmy could get. Coming into the city from the Illinois side of the river made him sick to smell the air of his childhood backyard. To taste the dirt in his mouth as he, once again, lost against Grian at the diamonds. St. Louis was 10 times smaller than grand old New York, New York, but it was 10 times more welcoming. The drivers were calmer, the streets less full, the culture more laid back. It was a lazy city, sticky and slow like molasses in the early summer midwestern heat. 

As the team bus rattled its way across the Eads Bridge, Jimmy felt Joel smack his arm, breaking his gaze away from the lazy flow of the Mississippi. “What in the bloody hell are they building?” Joel muttered, half standing to see over Tango’s shoulders across the isle. Tango looked as if he was about to burst out of the window, he was pressed so hard to the glass. He swiveled his head to look at Jimmy and Joel. 

“You two haven’t heard? It’s been in every paper for weeks!” He was practically vibrating with excitement. 

Jimmy shook his head and stood up taller to see what the fuss was about. By then, the whole team was ‘ooh and ahhing’ at the absolutely massive structure being built, right on the banks of the river. 

“It’s going to be called the Gateway Arch. It’s probably going to be the biggest feat of engineering since the Empire State. Probably better than the Needle out in Seattle is going to be.” Jimmy raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile on his lips. Since when did Tango have a special interest in engineering?

“I did a few months in an engineering class. Got me hooked, but numbers are easier to understand.” Tango explained, as if he had read Jimmy’s mind. Then he turned back around and continued to peer at the stories-tall cranes slowly moving into place, and the two wide, square beginnings of what would apparently become a feat of engineering. Jimmy didn’t really see the draw, but he leaned across Joel and the isle to Tango anyways.

“We should come back to see it once it’s finished.” Jimmy said, watching the construction site fade behind them. The Cardnial’s stadium appeared behind the looming Old Courthouse. 

“I agree!” Tango replied, beaming. Jimmy didn’t care if he was 100 by the time the Arch was finished. He’d come back and see it with Tango when it was done.

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hi worm i know you're reading this,,,ok I haven't had the energy (or time) to do any art for the baseball au but the brainrot has been stuck with me for DAYS. so I decided to write a little tidbit of how I imagined the ride into St. Louis for that game against the Cardnials. I have a lot of love for the city I grew up around so I really wanted to do something for it for you :) And if you're interested, here's some of the history I incorparated to make it feel more historically accurate! (i'm a cloested history buff, can you tell)

the st louis gateway arch began construction in 1963 technically, but I'm like 90% sure that there was soo much prep work done on the site before the actual construction, as there is a basement underneath it, and a huge walkway/viewing platform area, as well as the whole thing with the levee right on the Mississippi. I wanted to sort of figure out what that would look like in 1961 when the plans were being laid out. Also, the Arch is a certified national park, it's professional name being "St. Louis Gateway Arch National Park"

The Old Courthouse. UGH its one of my favorite buildings I've ever seen actually. Its so beautiful, and you can, from the road I'm writing them on, see Busch staduim looming behind it. The Courthouse also actually held the first two trials of the Dred Scott case, if you're into that kind of stuff.

The Eads Bridge. Also one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. It is the oldest bridge on the Mississippi and was constructed under the care of Andrew Carnagie. That bad boy is made out of actual authentic Carnagie steel. Sooo history rich. Pretty sure they actually held a parade with elephants once it was done. so that's cool

Oh, and Busch stadium. It wasn't called that way back when! And it looked much, much different than it does now. I'm honestly not sure what it was called in the 60's, but I'm sure most people called it Cardnial's stadium. It was a beautiful and massive stadium back then, and it still is now.

the seattle neetle was being constructed around the same time as the arch as well, which is why i had Tango say something about it LOL

And for funsies, here's a scorecard that I'm sure Tango would've recieved in 1961 from the stadium.

hope you enjoyed my little rant!! And if you made it to the bottom of this and you're not worm, I hope you enjoyed learning a little about st. louis today. :)

[urfriendlylocalidiot]

Hi! How's your day? I hope you're doing good i came here to request a Newjeans Danielle Angst One shot is it okay? Its my first time requesting here. Thank you in advance

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Hey! Well this is my first time writing a longer story, so I hope you enjoy!

In the Stars

Danielle loves you more than anything in the world. That was just a fact. You were the one who put the stars in the sky and the one who never failed to light up her day no matter what. You were always there for her, day or night, rain or shine.

You two had been friends since literal childhood, your parents were friends, and the rest just kind of fell into place. You were each other’s best friends, partner in crimes, and basically inseparable. When the time inevitably came that classmates were getting into relationships, it only made sense that you guys ended up being each other’s first everything as well : first date, first kiss, first serious relationship. You were each other’s everything and neither of you guys would have had it any other way.

So it was just all that more devastating when on one rainy day, on your way to visit Danielle at ADOR, a car lost control while you were crossing the road and killed you instantly. It was a devastating event for everyone who knew you. No one could understand how you could be so alive one day and gone the next, especially with how old you were. The one who was even more distraught than your family was Danielle.

This was the worst part of Danielle’s life. There were 5 stages of grief : Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.

Denial : the action of declaring something to be untrue

She refused to believe that you were actually gone. She had just spoken on the phone with you about how excited she was for you to see how much she had improved. There was just no possible way that you could be gone. Even after she got the phone call from your mom, she still refused to believe it, insisting that it was a mixup and maybe you had just got lost. But of course, you never did arrive, and her denial turned into anger when she went to your funeral. And saw you very much dead and unmoving in the casket. It was the most still she had ever seen you in her whole life, in her mind it didn’t suit you to be so still, you were meant to be moving around, smiling, living.

Anger : a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility

She didn’t do anything brash at the funeral, of course, it broke her heart to see you so close yet so far away. But at least she could still touch you, or at least your body. It really set in, when she saw your casket being lowered and the first shovel of dirt being thrown over it. That was when her heart truly broke and she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. She had to be escorted out because of how devastated she became. She spent the next few days talking to her members about how much it was wrong that you were gone. You deserved so much more time on earth and to have it taken away, was just pointless. Eventually Minji brought up that the hearing for the driver who killed you was coming up. Without a second thought, Danielle knew she was going.

Bargaining : negotiate the terms and conditions of a transaction

In her mind, since the driver had taken away your life, they deserved to have their life taken away as well. Simple as that. When she went to the courthouse for the hearing, she was heartbroken to hear that the driver was sentenced to only 10 years with a chance of parole on a charge of vehicular manslaughter. 10 years?! You had many more years left to live and that driver took those away. She wanted to argue, but it was out of her control. So she went back to her room and cried.

Depression : feelings of severe despondency and dejection

Danielle locked herself in her room for the entirety of that night and the next day. However, her members quickly grew worried on the third day, when they couldn’t even hear her crying. When they opened the door, they found Danielle just laying in bed, wrapped in one of your hoodies and holding onto the bear you had gotten her for Valentine’s Day. She was just staring off into the distance, no more tears left to cry, just pain, all throughout her body. She wouldn’t move for anything, no longer wanting to practice or sing or even eat anymore. All she could feel was the enormous chasm in her heart that you had once occupied. Her members left her vitamins on the nightstand and some water, in hopes that when she did eventually move, she would take them. She remained this way for two weeks. No one could bring her out, not her members, not her family, not even her other childhood friends, she didn’t want any of them. She wanted you.

Acceptance : agreement with or belief of an idea, opinion, or explanation

Eventually, she got the next best thing, your mother came, with a box of your items for Danielle, saying that ‘You would’ve wanted Danielle to have them anyways’. She stayed a little while, sitting on the edge of the bed and trying to talk to Danielle. However, it took her leaving l for Danielle to get out of bed, if for no other reason than her own curiosity. In the box were gifts that she had given you and some pictures that you guys had taken together. It broke her heart even more to know that she would never be able to take more pictures with you. At the bottom of the box, there was a smaller box, filled with letters that you guys had written to each other — even some that you hadn’t sent. And most importantly of all, in that small box, was your diary. It was the best thing that Danielle could have ever received, it was like there was still a piece of you, with her. She immediately opened it up, and was shocked to find that she was mentioned on just about every page. You had written about everything from classes to vacations to most importantly your relationship with Danielle.

First Date 2/10/2021

I did it! I went on a date with Dani, god it was so amazing. I took her to our favorite boba place and then we went on a walk downtown and held hands the whole time. She’s just so cute and sweet. We talked about the future and ~~~~~~~~~~~

Dani is Famous! 8/1/2022

Today was Dani’s debut date! I can’t believe I’m actually dating a celebrity now. I can’t wait to meet her members, she’s been talking about all of them and they seem so cool. I wonder if they like ~~~~~~~~~~~

V-Day with Dani 💗💗 2/14/2023

I love Dani so much, and this day was really meant for that I think. Of course, I got her coffee in the morning and then we went to the pool together! It had been so long since either of us had been swimming and the warmer weather was just ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Laughing, for the first time in months since you were gone, Dani felt the hole in her heart heal a little bit. You were with her, still, albeit in a very different way. She leaves her room and is immediately greeted by her members, maybe it was going to be ok, just maybe.

[froody]

My grandpa (the shoplifter) LOVED pecans. He scouted out all the pecan trees in the county. He knew the old house sites where they grew. He knew the ones that randomly sprouted behind the courthouse. Come October every year, we’d do a bit of urban foraging and a bit of driving through dirt roads to places usually unseen by man. Food Lion bags full of pecans. I’d get tired or cold and he’d make me go sit in the truck. When we got home, grandma and I sorted them. The good ones were dried and snacked on the entire winter and into the spring. It was always nice sitting by a wood stove enjoying some pecans he cracked for me and knowing I had totally done my work to get them there.

[paulinedorchester]

Do Tell, by Lindsay Lynch. New York: Doubleday, 2023.

This novel, the author’s first, came to my attention because Ann Patchett couldn’t stop talking about it while publicizing her own most recent novel, Tom Lake (which I enjoyed very much, by the way). Patchett is the owner of Parnassus Books, in Nashville, where Lindsay Lynch works as a buyer. Now, that’s what I call supporting your employees!

The bulk of Do Tell takes place between 1939 and 1943, putting it squarely within the purview of this blog. (I’m really kind of opposed to trigger warnings, but I’ll stop and offer one here anyway: Do Tell is, in part, about the aftermath of a rape.)

In 1931, a 19-year-old named Edith O’Sullivan wins a contest. The prize: “Live Like a Hollywood Star for a Week!” The oldest of six siblings in a dirt-poor Boston family, a reluctant high-school dropout, she is desperate to get away from home (an offense for which she will be disowned by her parents, who seem at times to have been borderline abusive). In Los Angeles, dressed up for a George Hurrell-type photo shoot, she jokingly asks when she can expect to sign her contract. And as things turn out, she does sign a contract with FWM Studios, where she’s given the stage name Edie O’Dare.

Eight years later, she hasn’t moved beyond secondary roles and FWM isn’t renewing her contract. She has, however, become friends — sort of — with some of the biggest stars of the era, people like Hal Bingham, Baird DeWitt, Charles Landrieu, Jeanette Manning, Nell Parker, and Margy Prescott. (The reason you’ve never heard of any them, dear reader, is that they’re all fictional, like FWM itself. Real-life Hollywood stars of the period are mentioned, and even appear in the action, but none of them has any dialogue.) A few months before her contract is due to expire, Edie attends a party at the home of the FWM studio chief. During the course of the evening, she comes to the aid of Sophie Melrose, a 16-year-old actress who is not yet under contract but who seems to be on the verge of a career breakthrough, and whose stomach, on this occasion, has turned on her. Edie assumes that the cause is too late a night out and too much champagne. She’s wrong.

A few weeks later, Sophie hand-delivers a letter to Edie accusing Freddy Clarke, one of FWM’s biggest stars, of having raped her in an upstairs bedroom that night, and announcing that she and her family intend to press charges. The letter is really intended for Poppy St. John, a much-feared gossip columnist. It’s an open secret that Edie has for years been supplementing her salary by selling inside information to Poppy. But the letter gets into her hands at a key moment: with her acting career fizzling out, she’s decided to set herself up as Poppy’s rival. Now she has a way of doing it.

She succeeds, but she does have a conscience, pesky though it is in her new line of work. She’s disgusted by both Freddy and what happens during his trial, but doesn’t use her new career to do anything about it. It gives away little to say that he is acquitted (by a unanimous, half-female jury), and that Sophie’s career prospects are destroyed while his emerge unscathed. What I found particularly unsettling here is the depiction of Freddy’s legion of female fans, who show up at the courthouse wearing sashes emblazoned FREDDY’S ARMY and lead the attack on Sophie’s morality. (Incidentally, my understanding is that this part of the novel is loosely based on a real-life case.)

Edie does indeed emerge as “The Most Feared Woman in Hollywood,” particularly after she single-handedly torpedoes the career of another of FWM’s major stars by reprinting an impolitic remark about Freddy that he makes, in public, after the trial. Much of the rest of the story deals with her attempts to make amends for all of this, in part by trying to find out what finally becomes of Sophie, as well as to get to the bottom of an apparent — but, to Edie’s mind, odd — romantic quadrangle among other FWM actors.

All of this is very entertaining, and Lynch gives Edie, who retells her story from the vantage point of old age, a marvelous voice. The novel would have benefited greatly from a firmer editor’s hand, however. It’s a good bit longer than it needs to be. There are a couple of bulky subplots that don’t lead anywhere in particular and could have been jettisoned. It’s also sprinkled with historical inaccuracies: mostly small details — both the Interstate Highway System and the United States Air Force are referred to as existing before either of them actually did, for example — but it’s still annoying.

Lynch also completely fails to acknowledge one inescapable aspect of Hollywood film industry history. So did the new Academy Museum of Motion Pictures when it opened in 2021. (Surprise, surprise. Hardly.) But that seems to have been corrected, though only after pressure was applied.

And Do Tell would make a fabulous feature film, ideally directed by somebody with a real love and, indeed, reverence for film history. Parts of it could be shot using the equipment of the time, and archival footage from the period could be integrated into the film. (There’s a long set-piece at the 1939 Academy Awards ceremony, which was the first one to be filmed.) Alas, as all the characters are American and their average age is about thirty, I have no casting ideas — how embarrassing. 🙂

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 1 - Helpless

A/N: Welcome to my Febwhump 2024 collection! Decided to challenge myself this time and write for a fandom that could use some more whump. I know a few writers have previously used BTTF for whump challenges, and I’ll do my best to ensure I don’t write the same things as them! Most of these will be based on scenes from the films simply as there isn’t much other source material to base off - and yes, that means no animated series characters or scenarios will be mentioned. Be aware that there will be some coarse language (as it is a part of Marty’s character) and graphic descriptions of violence/injuries.

A/N: Things were definitely ‘heavy’ now. Marty’s thoughts as he is hung by Tannen in Part III.

The rope bit painfully into his palms as he gripped it for dear life, the ground racing towards him at an unbelievable speed

He cringed as he was dragged through a collection of wooden slabs, screaming as individual splinters were thrust into his chest, some embedding themselves through the fabric of his shirt.

Stop stop stop stop!!

Tannen’s laughter rang faintly in his ears amongst the roar of the horses’ hoofbeats. His torso dragged along the ground, the force of the friction burning into his chest. It felt as though he was sliding across the world’s roughest rug.

Holy shit, this is gonna rip all my skin off!

He blinked furiously at the dirt that was continuously flung into his watery eyes. A few clumps being stirred up by the horses’ hooves had somehow managed to enter his mouth, and he gagged on the foul gritty taste.

Oh please, God, please make it stop…

He scrunched his eyes shut, tucking his head between his arms. The lasso was digging into his armpits so tightly that it felt he was being pulled in half.

If only I’d had a damn skateboard, this would’ve turned out better…

Hang on, something feels different-

His trembling hands relaxed as he felt himself slowing down. He let his head sag, the agony coursing through his body beginning to dull slightly, only for it escalate as he finally stopped.

Oh, thank God…

He lay motionless for a few moments, panting as he tried to breathe through the pain. He couldn’t even think of an analogy worth comparing it to; even his burns from the living room rug weren’t this painful. He vaguely registered a small whine as being his own, and instantly turned red with shame. Come on, McFly, get a grip on yourself…Not like you just survived a near-death experience or anything.

While it would’ve only been seconds, it felt like an eternity before he decided to try extracting himself from the dirt. He leaned onto his right elbow and used his shaking left hand to push himself to his feet, feeling considerably dizzy as he rose.

He gazed down in amazement, realising the shoddy costume Doc had given him in 1955 was still intact, apart from a few stray threads and some impressive dirt stains. What sort of magic shit is this?…

“If we got ourselves a new courthouse, it’s about time we had a hangin’!” Tannen roared. A chorus of whoops and cheers erupted from his fellow gang members.

Marty felt his blood turn to ice. Wait-

Even if he’d had the strength to fight off his oppressors, they operated so quickly that it felt as though it happened all at once. A second rope was expertly lassoed around his neck and immediately tightened. Shit, no no no no-

His fingers began to fumble uselessly at the noose, a strangled gasp escaping his throat as he felt his feet leave the ground.

No no no no no…!

He pulled against the rope with all the strength left in his battered body.

The pressure around his neck increased by the second.

His throat began closing over.

No! No no no, Doc, help!!

His vision began to tunnel.

Doc, dammit, do something!!

The wet, strangled croaks from his throat faded, as did the jeering taunts from Tannen.

Jennifer…

He felt the strength fading from his arms.

The tips of his fingers were beginning to unfurl from the rope.

It was tempting just to let go.

Let go.

His fingers fell.

…Mom…

For a moment, all he knew was blackness.

The ground suddenly appeared before him, and his eyes flew open.

He lay in an ungraceful heap in the dirt, wheezing as air finally entered his tortured body. The world around him was silent, apart from his desperate gasps for breath. The fire of the rope burn currently sizzling around his neck was nothing compared to the overwhelming relief of finding he was still alive.

“…off a dog at five hundred yards, Tannen! And it’s pointed straight at your head!”

Hey I can hear again, that’s nice-

Doc!!

Holy crap!

Oh my God, Doc, you did it.

Marty’s hand unconsciously went to his throat, hissing as he rubbed at the raw skin. It took a few blinks for his vision to start clearing up.

“So the way I see it, you owe me five dollars for the horse, and seventy-five dollars for the whiskey!” Tannen’s shouts broke him from his daze.

Hang on…

I guess my brain still isn’t working properly…

Seventy-five and five…

“That’s the eighty dollars!” Marty thought aloud, cringing at the pain in his throat. Geez, I hope my voice isn’t damaged…Sounds like I’ve smoked one too many packs-

“Well that’s your problem, Tannen!” The aggression in Doc’s voice brought him back to the present. Why the hell can’t I focus? Did I get brain damaged already?

Choosing not to think too hard about it, the young man wearily gazed up at his saviour, glaring valiantly at Tannen with his suspiciously-futuristic rifle. I don’t care what you think about drinking, Doc, but I am definitely buying you one after this.

[pontevoix]

this is a robbery i don’t got anything specific gimme any random gojo headcanons u got rn 🔫🔫 /lh from here | @10shadowd

headcanon | gojo satoru + childhood home property  one:  childhood  home

i. overall

rather  than  a  home,  the  central  gojo-clan  grounds  are  a  courthouse.  the  grounds  are  well-maintained.  the  decoration  &  furnishings  &  design  are  made  to  emphasize  power  over  &  over  again.

it  smells  like  antiques  &  cedar.

they  believe  in  power  &  regulation  &  knowledge.  to  see  everything,  to  know  everything  is  the  necessary  tool  for  maintaining  order  &

as  a  clan,  the  gojos  like  to  imagine  themselves  as  divinely-appointed  mediators  of  jujutsu  disputes.

it’s  funny.  they  are  not  religious  people.  they  are  strictly  secular.  their  religious  habits  come  in  record  keeping  &  transcribing  infinity  to  paper.

the  grounds  feel  silent  &  feel  like  the  anticipation  before  a  sentencing.

ii. wear  &  tear.

however,  the  grounds  are  also  lived  in.  some  of  the  ideals  of  the  gojo  clan  have  deteriorated  as  the  family  branches  out,  moves  elsewhere.

there  are  doors  that  won’t  close  properly,  cabinets  that  (when  opened)  show  clutter  from  a  family  member  who  is  now  unknown.

from  his  childhood  bedroom,  satoru  could  hear  family  gossip  when  he  left  his  window  open.

he  has  one  cousin  that  he  swore  sounded  like  a  duck  when  he  laughed,  &  it  kept  satoru  awake  at  night.

sometimes  he  was  the  point  of  gossip.

mostly  he  was  held  distant  from  the  gossip.  he  was  something  isolated.

this  was  nothing  to  like  or  dislike.  mostly  it  was  just  a  way  of  being.

iii. hidden  treasures.

still  .  .  .  as  a  child,  satoru  had  favorite  parts  of  the  garden  where  (  if  no  one  was  looking  ),  he  liked  to  dig.  dirt  sometiems  caught  beneath  his  nails.  he  buried  bits  of  papers,  formerly  favored  possessions.  he  buried  bits  of  himself  that  he  was  ready  to  let  die.

sometimes  his  buried  treasures  resurfaced  after  a  heavy  rain.

they  usually  just  went  to  the  trash  after  that.

beyond  that,  he  liked  that  there  was  a  swimming  hole  —  that  it  was  in  shade.  swimming  was  fine  &  all  that,  but  mostly  he  liked  floating.  the  water  always  felt  cool  enough  that  it  soothed  his  skin  &  any  budding  headaches  that  he  always  seemed  to  have.

sunshine  made  him  nauseous  sometimes.

&  his  home  always  had  hidden  corners  where  it  wasn’t  too  bright,  where  he  could  still  watch  particles  of  dust  dance  on  stray  breams  of  sunlight.

he  liked  the  smell  of  the  cooking,  liked  that  his  clothes  always  were  clean.

he  liked  that  there  were  cats  sometimes  that  sometimes  settled  along  the  courtyard,  that  always  rubbed  against  his  legs  when  he  stepped  outside.

they  didn’t  all  have  names,  &  satoru  didn’t  name  them.  he  did  have  a  liking  to  one  of  the  older  cats,  though.  a  blind  thing  white  mitten  paws.

there  was  quite  a  bit  that  he  liked  about  his  home.  that  doesn’t  mean  it  ever  felt  warm.

iv. shortcomings

the  cold  of  the  home  came  from  its  age.  there  were  things  everywhere  that  were  centuries  old,  things  that  were  for  children  to  look  at  but  not  touch.

he  didn’t  like  that  the  water  sometimes  took  three  minutes  to  warm  up  when  he  wanted  a  bath.

he  didn’t  like  that  there  was  so  much  cursed  energy,  &  he  had  to  see  it  all.  all  the  time.

he  didn’t  like  that  sometimes  it  was  loud.  sometimes  it  was  dead.

he  didn’t  like  that  there  was  no  air  conditioning.

there  were  other  things  too  —  things  that  (once  he  outgrew  his  childhood  ).  things  that  made  him  think  of  the  family  grounds  as  something  a  bit  dusty  &  pretentious.

it’s  dreary  &  suffocating.

he  obtains  other  properties  in  his  adulthood.

he  finds  them  much  easier  to  call  home.

[dykes4timrand]

drey sees his brother and he knows he has to hide. he knows that jayson will kill him, that to jayson he’s no better than the dirt on his shoe. he stays below deck as he hears his brother yelling, as he hears his captains fighting, as fire rains down on them from above. to drey it wasn’t that long ago that he was a witness at jayson and mays courthouse wedding, that jayson named him ayva’s godfather, but now he’s hiding because his brother will kill him.

[halloweenvalentine1997]

Pariah by Vivica Salem

In July 2020, I was released from a state mental institution after a 7 month stay. I was unable to find housing because of my felonies, and my parents didn’t want me back in their house. So a hospital van dropped me off at a local women’s homeless shelter, a brick building with a parking lot on surveillance. I spent the first day or two browsing through used paperbacks donated to the bookshelves. Sitting inside on the utilitarian bed. Going outside to chain-smoke on the blacktop. Everyone around me was talking shit and making me feel dangerous. I used the sign-out sheet to write the time and the reason for my leaving: “walk”.

So I went on a meth binge with my imaginary lovers. Swallowed it from my palm, its dust like a diamond disintegration. We lingered under the freight train bridge, smoking hit after hit with a multitude of people. As the curtain of velvet night fell over the skyscrapers, the courthouse, the smokestacks, the labyrinths, I noticed a young brown haired woman having a bad trip on a drug. She was moving erratically from side to side, and seemed to be fixated on the guy I was talking to. It’s been three years so it’s hard to recollect their faces, but I’ve been haunted by what happened ever since. The guy was around her age, also young. Both were homeless. I was very high and felt V.S., my imaginary spouse, whisper in my ear, “If she’s going to follow this guy, let’s go with her.” Me, the guy and the girl with drug-induced anxiety ended up all walking in the same direction past vacant traffic lights and darkened apartments. We made it to the river and it must have been the middle of the night. I do not understand why I wasn’t feeling any fear, but I helped her drink from a water bottle someone was holding in a vehicle by the serpentine black river. We walked further on and turned to the right through pathways of rocks and green foliage. 

A campsite with a makeshift tent soon came into view. Dismantled books were shredded by a campfire not lit; they must’ve been using the paper remains of the books to cook in the wild, to light a flame. Another girl was sleeping next to a small black kitten. I petted the kitten while I heard the guy say to the girl who followed him there, “I could throw your dead body in the river.” 

“Don’t talk like that!” I snapped.

He quit. The girl who was tripping on drugs walked away from us minutes later. She somehow made her way  through the dark, navigated all those moonlit rocks and fell asleep by a playground, where I saw her in the morning. I’ll never know why I didn’t go with her. Maybe because of the meth I was offered at the campsite. I was glad to ditch the guy, who I could see was as cold as a glacier. I was about to ascend a hill back into the downtown area when I was offered a ride. Like the people from earlier, his face is a blur and I can’t remember what we talked about, smoking meth in his truck. We went to a Motel 6, he went to get more meth and let me stay in the rented room by myself, where I shouted at the TV. I left the room briefly to go have a cigarette. I came back inside the building to discover I was locked out of my room, and my sneakers were still in the room. I told a motel staff but he wouldn’t let me back in to get them.

 “How do I know they’re your sneakers?” When I started screaming, he threatened to call security. They were ugly sneakers anyway. I left in my black socks with my valuables still intact. I walked from the motel until my feet started to burn several minutes later. I sat in the shade next to the first business I saw, a convenience store. Someone placed a bottle of strawberry soda beside me. I felt half-dead. When the staff of the convenience store noticed I was loitering, I told them what happened and why I wasn’t leaving. 

“I don’t have any shoes, and the pavement feels like walking on hot coals.”

They didn’t care. One said I was “worse than dirt”, the other employee tossed my soda bottle into the shrub by a parking space after a lecture about following rules. 

“Now you’re the one breaking the rules,” I said (feeling like laughing). “You’re littering in the bushes.”

The guy who compared me to dirt called the police on his smartphone. 

I didn’t care because it’s not like I had any drugs or weapons on me, anyway. They took a long time to respond, but someone unseen saved my ass. 

Some turquoise flip flops were tossed next to me. I thanked whoever it was profusely, put them on and left the store, never to return. I went back to the freight train bridge, thankfully not having to deal with police. I was glad to see the girl who was mistreated earlier also made her way back from the riverside and was alive. I knew I had to return to the homeless shelter. I was kicked out of there for smoking a cigarette too late at night. The place had a lot of pointless rules for no reason. I returned to my family home and found a way to reconcile things with my parents.

I’ve been sober from methamphetamine for one year. 

I don’t walk outside at night anymore.

I have two Gemini twins of mine that rest upon my shoulders.

One is dressed in black and white, the other favors red and white. 

Three years later and I realize my own identity has become a triad. 

Three years later and I’m not still locked up in jail or the psych ward.

One year without fucking up my mind on meth. 

I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want to leave imaginary rooms. 

I want to make amends, but I don’t know how. I can’t remember most of what I did wrong.

I don’t want to be dragged through the thorns and thickets of reality anymore, entangled, pricked.

I want to replace grim shades with pastel. I want to hide (with the invisible ones I love) inside a treehouse. 

Into the woods.

Away from the lenses, the screens. 

You can’t put a wire in the trunk of a tree.

You can’t dangle one from the pines.

The only eyes in the woods are those of the wilderness creatures. 

And my own, their own, crowned with bones. 

Butterflies on shadowed violet lids.

A “Keep Out” sign on the door. 

I never want to see anybody again.