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razbunz · 2 months

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Best of the worst

Toji x Fem!Reader CW: Average Toji Activities,Older Bf Toji,Brief Suggestiveness, Smoking,Shiu's there too guys.

Scumbag Toji! Who spots you working the late shift at a local dinner, He’s with Shiu ordering some food after a late mission. Where he cant help but smile and wink at you when you take their orders, Enjoying your little reactions to his suggestive jokes. He watches your ass when you walk away, The tight uniform leaving little to the imagination. Shiu shakes his head at Tojis antics.

Scumbag Toji! Giving you a wad of cash; quickly scribbling his name and number onto the receipt. His watchful eyes not missing the way your eyes light up seeing it. You hand over the change, giving him a moment to hold onto your hand a second too long. As he leaves you offer a shy smile. It's all he needs.

Scumbag Toji! Picks up his phone, Realizing it’s you he dips his hand into his boxers- Asking you about your day with little huffs of breath in between. He flirts with you throughout the call trying not to moan at your voice through his cracked burner phone. He smirks as he strikes a date with you.

Scumbag Toji! Cleaning up before his date, Shaving and trimming up his hair trying to cover up a few of his gray hairs. He puts on a black dress shirt with ash colored slacks,A silver stud earring on his left earlobe matching the silver cuffs adorning his wrists. He rolls up his sleeves showing up to your pad. Honking the horn of his 2006 Matte Grey Maserati coupe. It smells like tobacco mainly, with an ashtray on the center console. But when you smell his aftershave it makes your head swim with warmth.

Scumbag Toji! Take you to a restaurant downtown-It’s lit with candles and the walls are decorated in vintage wine bottles. A bouquet awaits you once you sit down, full of white Gardenias & Asters; Blush pink roses and baby’s breath dot the mix. It’d be a lie to say your heart doesn't flutter.

Scumbag Toji! Avoiding all personal questions, When you ask him what he does for work he takes a long sip of Cabernet wine, he responds with “Don’t worry dollface, I work hard.” When you give a look of confusion he changes the subject to how you're doing.

Scumbag Toji! Who restrains from devouring you whole when he drives you home.He holds back and opts for a kiss on your cheek.Once he arrives home it pains him that he held back.So he pulls a photo he took of your and finishes the job he should've done.

Boyfriend Toji! Surprisingly keeps taking you on dates, giving you money and little gifts. He knows you like plushies and gives you a giant teddy bear.It has a voice box in the paw and every time you press it the bear says “I love you.” But by far your favorite is a Vivienne Westwood Aleska pendant necklace, he gave you on the 9th date…The rose colored pearl shines up whenever you look at it.

Boyfriend Toji! Listening to your pleas to go for a joyride in his altered Maserati, the 3am highways raging with acceleration and tire marks. The radio turned so loud it drowns out all of your screams of joy. So when the adrenaline fades and he looks at you like you're the only one in the whole world.It's hard not to join him in the backseat.

Boyfriend Toji! Who's only been closer to you since then, (half because he got what he wanted he’s still a lil scummy) showing more affection to you. He even invites you over to his place-A nondescript house in a pretty nice neighborhood. But it’s so plain inside with one door locked under key.

Boyfriend Toji! Where you stumble into the guest room,It's an arsenal really. With sword sheaths covered in dried crimson. You're not dumb, You know it's not ‘paint’. But when he calls out your name, fear strikes your heart. Toji looks mortified and conflicted as if he should do something- But he drops his hands to his side and after a little confrontation he sits down with you and explains everything.

Boyfriend Toji! Crying in front of you for the first time, his eyes looking like he'd rather jump off the Tokyo tower than meet your gaze.His voice attempts to hold strong despite all the wavering his chest shudders when he bites back a sob.He lets you kiss a few of the tears away despite frequently claiming that, “He doesn't want pity.” It's not a pity though,It's acceptance.

Boyfriend Toji! Who's genuinely surprised you remain with him. And he takes a short break from work because of it, deciding to focus just on the two of you. Shiu is absolutely flabbergasted that he took a break, but his wallet is thankful.

Boyfriend Toji! Adores the marks on his back that you embellished him with during his break,Fawning over them and is not afraid to say it. But in your defense for making him a human scratching post…It's his fault that your eyes roll back as he hits all the right spots so that you can't think anymore. Luckily for you he coos and babies you after, giving you a nice warm bath and cuddling you to sleep as his large hands run through your hair.

(Boyfriend) Fiance Toji! Who brings to a botanical garden with you wearing a rose pink sundress that hugs your body perfectly, his choice. He sports an ivory gray outfit including the silver necklace that almost mirrors yours. So when he drops to one knee opening a red velvet box with a giant 4 Karat princess cut diamond in front of you, Incessant nodding and sobbing is what follows when your brain catches up with your eyes.

Fiance Toji! Listening to your pleas to do the little ‘couple activities’ you've been so intrigued about online. You make matching hoodies with him;a Hello Daniel patch adorning his hoodie and a matching Hello Kitty one on yours. An eyeroll is what you receive to the idea but he ends up wearing it a lot more than he intended to. Not always by your shining request.

Fiance Toji! Who is surprisingly good at making candles,Looking to decorate the new house with more personal mementos. So when the instructor gets a little to comfy with you he shoots him a glare that would send a doberman running. Giving you consistent kisses throughout the rest of the time.

Fiance Toji! Sitting down for cake testing for your wedding in the near future. The two of you try various flavors, anything from a classic vanilla to a boysenberry compote sponge cake. He agrees with your choice on the Raspberry cake with a light chocolate filling in-between each layer, which after much bickering was decided to be 4 layers. With cake toppers that you almost fought him for.

Fiance Toji! Getting hired for a huge job just weeks before the wedding. You cry and weep at the front porch holding onto him begging him not to go. He escapes your grasp easily, ordering Shiu to bring you inside while you're hysterically sobbing and screaming at Shiu to let you go. Toji pulls Shiu outside soon after your sobs are gone.

“If you make any moves, Ill fucking kill you.” and holds Shiu by the collar,it catches him off guard and he almost drops his cigarette. “Wasn't planning on it.” Shiu looks up at Tojis cold eyes whispering “Don't die.Don't do that to the girl.” and Toji leaves for the taxi.

Fiance Toji! Feeling like an asshole as he waits for the victim to appear so he can get home to you,He sighs and his eyes catch a gleam of silver before his reflexes do.

Toji. Getting stabbed in the shoulder by the assailant,He hisses in pain but quickly unlatches his handgun on his waist and quickly releases two bullets into his head.He's covered in blood as he stumbles down from the rooftop, sniper rifle in hand killing his target as he saunters down the street. At least he still gets the money.

Toji. Covering up the blade still lodged in his shoulder with the target's white blazer.Its quickly dyed red as he hops onto the last subway of the night towards home.

Toji. Hearing you wail in agony as he stumbles up the hill to the house where you sob on the balcony. Shiu tries to explain to you that his calls aren't going through. You shiver in his grasp when he runs your shoulders up and down whispering words trying to comfort you. Tojis phone is long abandoned and shattered into millions of pieces in a city that seems so far away. He takes a shaky breath as he feels your gaze rake over his injured body. He swears you've never gone downstairs that fast. You run until you clasp him into a tight hug,When he winces your worry only deepens.

Toji. Smoking a cigarette as you begin wrapping the deep bloody gash where the knife was lodged.Your no doctor and he offers some pointers along the way, Shiu berates him during the whole process but still pours him a glass of Scotch to numb the nerves.

Toji. Who gets better just in time for his suit fitting.Its tapered off at his hip and it’s an achingly beautiful shade of midnight blue, he can only hope you love it too.

Husband Toji! Standing at the altar, Fingernails digging into his skin as he silently recites his vows under his breath. Did he say too much? Too little? He doesn’t even know anymore. But as soon as the first note of a Violin plays his head clears when he faces the aisle. Facing you.

In a flowing crisp white dress, The veil is embedded with tiny Akoya pearls and bits of lace. It burns his eyes to look at you too long. And once you take place on the altar he can feel his face heat up from trying not to cry. He never thought he would be here.Let alone deserve you.

Husband Toji! Who takes all the strength in the world to start his vows,His voice shakes and quivers as he starts.But gains strength with every word he speaks. He doesn't even need to rack his memory; some words just flow out. Halfway he doubts if it's what he wrote a month ago at his bachelors party. Shiu stands as his best man, looking baffled.

He closes his vows, meeting your eyes with renowned vigor. You look at him, now filled with warmth, smile and recite your vows. At least for the majority of the time,Having to look away every now and then to not destroy your makeup. When you finish,Toji nods and discreetly wipes his eyes. It does not prevent the shimmer of tears on his thumb and index finger.

Husband Toji! Who slips the ring onto your finger,and feeling his skin brushing yours almost makes you collapse. He grins when you do the same- as the officiant gives their blessing. And as soon as the word “Kiss” leaves their mouth,He’s already on you kissing as if he might not ever again.

Toji,Who can’t imagine his life without you now.

AN/ I really appreciate the support ive gotten so far thank you! Please let me know if you liked it- AND! if you want me to write a pt 2 featuring Father Toji 💓

#toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk fluff #jjk writing #jjk #toji x you #drabbles

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alastor-125 · 6 months

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Aleska Diamond

#Aleska Diamond

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aki-draws-things · 7 months

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Phanie, you darling, evil friend.

I need to know more about the Ron’s dad is alive au and he finds Ron. How bad is it. Does he find Chris eventually? Does he ever try to show up again after that first time?

How detrimental is this to Ron’s mental state…

I have the idea in progress for whumptober, so it'll come.

But!!

Tw for past abuse, and the asshole not being dead...

His father had shrugged when Aleska asked him to sign the papers so she could have custody of the boy. Boy who ran away from home, boy who apparently landed himself in hospital with pneumonia. He couldn't care less, he signed and got rid of him. Not his smartest move, in retrospect, considering his wife was dead and he could barely cook pasta without making a mess. But why caring?if that woman wanted to get that useless kid away from him so be it. Go on and keep him, what do you even see in it anyway? He gets sick at any given moment (Aleska finds out when ron is admitted to the hospital that he was born three weeks early), he trips over his feet and he's stupid. Took him almost 10 years to learn proper English and he was born there.

He absolutely never cared for a poor excuse of a boy.

Words reach his ears that he's navy now, he's a pilot, top gun graduate, the best of the best. Living in Texas. He think that if he'll show up very nicely, he can get some money.

The first time he doesn't speak or approach. he just watch. Ron is dropping Chris off at work, gives him the smallest kiss on the lips as David gets out of the car with a mocking face. "Come on lovebirds, enough of that or we'll be late!" He blows a kiss to Ron anyway and laugh, wrap his arm around Chris.

Great. Oh, great. His son is a fucking fag.

He follows him.

Sees where he lives, watches that other man opening the door and kiss him before pulling him inside.

He doesn't need his money, he decides, he's disgusted, that's not the son he raised. (He didn't raise him. And thank God for that!) But he won't allow him to drag his name in the dirt.

Ron feels observed. It's weird. Unsettling. For a moment he believes Marvin decided to target him to get back at chris, again.

Oh, it's worse.

Ron would recognize him even after all those years. it's somethimg in the face, in his eyes, something he never forgot. He sees the shadow looming close around him, catches glimpses of the man who fathered him around, he start to get agitated, restless. Anxious.

Ron is waiting outside the firestation, chris will finish tinkering with his car and go back not having him drop him off and pick him up, at one point, when he sees him. Not a glimpse. No, he's standing right there, staring at him.Ron feels blood run cold. Icy. He feels his leg go weak. He hasn't been that terrified in years, he thought he was over that. He's not.

The man, his father, takes a step closer, and another, and another again. Ron almost jump in the middle of the road as a car sprint past.

David grabs him. Holds him. Takes him inside and yells for Chris. Ron's eyes are wide, unfocused , he looks like he had seen a ghost. A ghost would've been better. They wonder if they have to take him to the hospital. Or call Lucas.

They do call Lucas once they're home, they don't know how to make him react. Luca drips by after his shift. He's dead on his feet but damn they sounded panicked, and Ron wasn't probably hurt, or they would've taken him to the er . It's still bad, he's not sure what to do either.

Tom knows, though. The moment he arrives home and finds all 3 of them around ron he fear ls something happened. The moment he sees his eyes, he knows.

"He'll get out of that on his own. You force him, he will attack. He's not there."

He and Chris just hold him, they move to bed and hold him, but none of them sleeps.

It takes a while, Ron is dazed, he's not sure how he got home, or in bed. But they're holding him, so he feels safe. Safe enough.

The second time, the man approaches him as they're all together. Some sort of unofficial double date. He approach with the intent of hurting him , tom notices ron freezing and just... he snaps. Chris and David both have to hold him back before he does something he's gonna regret and will destroy his whole career. Both of their careers.

(The whumptober idea ,on the other hand, is Ron and David chatting with jake eating an icecream when he shows up. Amd Dave getting them home. Jake is terrified, Ron is not dissociating only because his son is clinging so hard to his neck that he's grounding him.

#ron slider Kerner #ron x chris x tom #tom iceman kazansky #chris seresin #david benton #past abuse

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rj-drive-in · 4 months

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Drunk Science, Holiday Edition, Department:

Happy Holidays, brethren. I hope the Santas are good to you.

Also of note: The Arkham Bazaar Lovecraftian Micro-Fiction edition for 2023, featuring my story "Ambergris Morning," is now available right here!

The train was just pulling into the Harvard Square station when my phone issued a burst of music to alert me to a text message. I had it set to Rudolph in the spirit of the season. I rummaged it out of my pocketbook as I walked the crowded ramp to the turnstyles and saw a single-word message from Aleska.

“Vavoom,” said the text.

I groaned a little. She was drunk again.

Obviously the message didn’t make much sense, unless she was trying to tell me that she got lucky, but that only happened once in a blue moon. My first thought was that she was trying to say “barroom,” asking me to meet her at Grendel’s, but she never called it a barroom. Then I remembered that her safe word was “vaccine,” so maybe she needed help.

“?” I texted back to her, getting no response. Then I texted“??,” followed by “???” Nothing. “What do u mean?” I texted, but still got no reply.

It was irritating, but I knew I had to check in on her. She had been hitting the bottle pretty heavily lately, ever since her professor recruited her to work on some super secret grant-funded math project that she couldn’t talk about. It had her pretty stressed out and she had a history of self medicating. So I abandoned my shopping plans and called an Uber to pick me up at the info center where Out Of Town News used to be, and took it to her studio over on Tremont.

When I got there, she didn’t answer the buzzer, of course, so I let myself in. Her unit was at the back of the first floor. The first thing I saw upon entering was the mess on the kitchen counter. As I turned the corner, I saw the rumpled sheets and blankets and topsy-turvy laptop on the Murphy bed.

Then I saw Aleska.

There was an extra-large punch bowl sitting on the bar cabinet against the far wall, half full of red liquid. Aleska was standing in front of it, arms by her side, bent over, face planted in the juice, her head fully submerged.

“Oh, crap,” I said.

Rushing over, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and heaved her out of the punch, her strawberry blonde hair spraying red dots all over the walls. I eased her back down onto the couch. She didn’t appear to be breathing, but as I leaned in to give her mouth to mouth she coughed and sputtered back to life. Thank God. Her breath could have stopped a Fed Ex van in its tracks.

“I thought you were dead for a second there,” I said.

“Babe doll,” she replied groggily.

“Huh?”

“Paper towels,” she enunciated more carefully, sniffing.

“Oh, right!”

I grabbed a roll of paper towels from the kitchen corner and handed them to her. She wiped off her face and blew her nose, tossing the balled-up towel on the coffee table, where it joined some Baby Ruth wrappers, a fuchsia Nike sports bra, a home COVID test, and an empty bottle of Zubrowka. This woman is going to live alone forever.

“So why did you text me?” I asked.

She sat back on the couch, her heavy-lidded eyes blinking slowly and suspiciously. “Did I text you?” she asked.

“Yes, you did.”

“What did I say?”

“Vavoom.”

She frowned boozily. “Maybe I was horny. You wanna get laid?”

“Not unless you take two showers and gargle about a gallon of Listerine.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Too much trouble.”

“Think, Aleska, think,” I said. “Why did you text me?”

“Hmm,” she mused. “Vavoom. Oh, I know! The vacuum. I have to tell you about the false vacuum.”

“Okay. What about it?”

She patted my knee clumsily. “This is top secretive stuff,” she said. “I signed a non-disclositive agreement to not tell anyone. So don’t tell anyone.”

“Maybe you just shouldn’t tell me.”

“But I have to!” she said. “It’s crazy! It all started with Dr Mirmeier. Have you heard of Mirmeier?”

“Of course. He’s the genius who discovered the second decimal point in Pi. I had him in my sophomore year.”

“You never took Advanced Quantum Chromodynamics.”

“When I say I had him….”

“Never mind!” she said. “My stomach is already queasy. Anyways, Mirmeier did a Rainmann analysis of the Nosferatu quatrains.”

“The what now?”

“No, wait,” said Aleska with a puzzled look. “Nostradamus! He did a Rainmann analysis of the Nostradamus quatrains.”

“Okay.”

“And he developed a formula that was able to generate brand new quatrains from the square roots of Fibonacci numbers.”

“Say what? That’s insane.”

“It gets more that than that,” she replied, waving her finger in the air. “When Mirmeier accidentally substituted imaginary numbers for the Fibonacci numbers, the formula started generating new verses to ‘Jingle Bells.’”

“What?! Now I know you’re pulling my leg.”

“I swear to gobs I’m not! And it’s going to get even crazier. When they got to the 137th verse, things started to get weird.”

“Weird how?”

Aleska sat forward on the couch, blinking hard, excited. “The verses started describing the fundamental nature of the universe!”

“I don’t even know what you mean by that.”

“The first verse described the Big Bang. Then there was a verse that described the Inflationary Period and another one that described anti-matter asymmetry. Then there were verses that described the phase transitions of the unified force into separate interactions. They don’t even know what all of the verses mean, but all the ones they do understand check out.”

At this point, I was just staring at her like a deer in the headlights. “Do you even hear yourself? Do you know how crazy this sounds?”

“Shirt… um… certainly I do,” she said, sitting up straight and trying to act sober, and failing miserably. “And it gets even crazier, because this is where I got involved.”

“And how did you get involved?”

“As soon as the governmental caught heard of this, they put a big lid on it. Then they called in Professor Drummer for his expertise. I presume you know Professor Drummer.”

“I’ve heard of him.”

“He’s a smart old guy. You seem to like smart old guys. I should introjuice you.”

“Just go on!”

“Well, they recruited Drummer and so then he recruited me, because I’m so awesome at complex multi-axis equations.”

So smug. “When you’re sober,” I said wryly.

“Whatever way I am or was, I was able to crank those puppies out twice as fast as the professor. And when I got to verse 18,769, they started to make predictions.”

That sent a little bit of a chill down my spine. “Predictions of what?”

She leaned toward me, favoring her right eye. Maybe it was easier for her to focus one eye than both. “Future developments in the evolution of space-time.”

That left me speechless for a good thirty seconds.

“Such as…?” I ventured slowly.

She paused, possibly for effect. “Vacuum decay,” she said.

Oh. That. My throat went dry.

“When?”

She shrugged. “Don’t know. Imminently. Sort of like Betelgeuse. Any second or any century now.”

“And then the universe just vanishes.”

“But no!” she exclaimed, raising an index finger and teetering to the left. “Not neshish… nesser… ugh, necessarily.”

“What do you mean?”

“False vacuum decay doesn’t have to mean the vacuum collapses. It all depends on whether it decays to a true vacuum or a lower-level false vacuum on the scalar field. A million things could happen. Maybe the Planck Length will shrink. Maybe monopoles will split. Maybe a new force will decouple from the unified field.”

“A fifth force?”

“Or sixth, if Dark Energy counts.”

“But the fine tuning….”

“Yeah, there’s more bad possibilities than good ones.”

“And this verse you generated doesn’t give any details or hints?”

She looked away to the left. “No.”

“And none of the subsequent verses elaborated?”

“She looked away to the right. “No.”

“Well,” I said. “Thanks for telling me. Now I get to live in constant terror for the rest of my life, however short that may be.”

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “I had to tell someone.”

“All right,” I sighed. Who knew if I wouldn’t have done the same thing?

End of the world or not, I had to finish my shopping and get everything in the mail in less than two days. I made Aleska a cup of coffee and left her on the couch wrapped in a blanket with her usual promises to ease up on the booze.

My family is all on the West Coast and I don’t make friends easily, so I had planned to spend Christmas Eve alone at home. I was on my way back to my apartment in the late afternoon of that day when things started to get weird.

On the Red Line, I overheard a bunch of girls talking about flocks of birds falling out of the sky or flying into skyscrapers en masse. Standing in line at Starbucks, a couple in ugly sweaters were talking about mass whale beachings in San Diego and Virginia. And McMurdo, of all places. The woman in the apartment next to me was going out as I was coming in and mentioned that her uncle’s bees had all flown straight up into the air and never come down. By this time, a strong feeling of dread was growing in me.

Inside, I quickly turned on CNN, but they weren’t reporting about strange animal behaviors. They were reporting on the Earth’s magnetic field. Something was happening to it. Something strange and terrifying.

The US Geological Survey was reporting that the North magnetic pole had split and the two new poles were drifting apart at about five miles an hour. This is what was messing with the animals. The CNN anchors had brought a large standing compass onto the set and it was swaying back and forth like a metronome. I didn’t have a compass of my own to check for myself, but there was no reason to doubt it.

Was this the beginning of the reversal of the planet’s poles that scientists had long been predicting? They didn’t know. But I knew. This was the fallout of the false vacuum decay. Aleska must have been right about the monopoles.

A sense of panic crept into the anchors’ voices as they reported on related stories from around the globe. A bright purple aurora borealis had appeared, visible as far South as Minneapolis. Internet blackouts were affecting large parts of Canada and most Scandinavian countries. UHF stations were off the air across the board. A ring of high-intensity lightning storms had formed around the equator. NASA had lost communication with several polar-orbiting weather satellites.

And NORAD was tracking two Santas!

#short story #short fiction #science fiction #humor #happy holidays #merry christmas #vacuum decay #astrophysics #rick hutchins #rjdiogenes

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