#((ahh got to tired to answer yesterday))

[nishimiyachan55]

My curse boyfriend

(chapter 2)

Pairing: Mahito(jujutsu kaisen)x reader

Chapters: 2/?

Other chapters: chapter 1 , 3 , 4 , 5

Human?

The sound of the alarm wake you up from your sleep with a shudder. Burying your face in to your comfortable pillow you reached your hand to the table beside your bed, searching for your phone. When your hand touched on it, you grabbed it and turned off the alarm. Your head still refusing to get up from the bed, you pushed your self up placing two palms on the sheet. Sitting up on your bed, you scratched your messy hair with a yawn. After stretching up your arms you jumped out of the bed. Still with a sleepy head, eyes half closed you walked towards the bathroom door . The first thing you do in the morning is looking at yourself in the mirror. splashing water on to your face you started your morning ritual. Brushing your teeth, taking bath and obviously doing your skincare routine. After freshening up your self you came back to your room. 

It was too early for you. You never wake up this early everyday. You always sleep late after watching anime or series eventually to wakeup late in the morning. Taking your phone in one hand, you walked to the kitchen to make your morning coffee. While making it you started scrolling through your phone. There were so many texts and calls from your friend. 

"When did i put my phone on silent mode?!"

You were so tired from yesterday. So you rushed to your bed as soon as you got home, even skipping the dinner. You read your friend's messages. She was definitely mad at you for not picking up her calls and for not answering her texts. After all she is the one who helping you to complete your assignment. You always finishes your assignments on the deadline and she was always there to back you up. 

She send pictures of study materials you needed for your work. You scrolled through them opening your phone gallery. So many pages from articles. Scrolling through them, at the end of it you saw it. his picture...The one you captured yesterday...the picture of Mahito holding the coffee cup. The moment you saw it, your lips subconsciously curved into a smile. The moments you spend with him....his cute smile, his soft voice, that mesmerizing eyes..... everything came to your mind. You stood there smiling at his picture, forgetting about everything around you.

The sound of your door bell break you from your thoughts with a jerk. You closed your phone and walked to the door. Opening it you saw your friend standing in front of you. Her face didn't look pleasant. Of course she would be mad at you. 

"Where were you last night!? Why didn't you pick my phone! I was so worried if something happened to you. So i couldn't hold back coming this early to your apartment"

She yelled at you. How lucky were you to have a caring friend like her. Struggling to make a smile on your face, trying to calm her down you said 

" ha..ha..ummm.......ahh... l-i....were in a d..date..."

Hearing this, her face turned red with anger and she yelled at you with big mouth 

"huh!!!! You went on a date while i was struggling to find materials for your WORK..... What is wrong with YOu..!! Will you ever take your works seriously....."

You couldn't utter a word against her anger. Even if you could, you knew you don't deserve to say a word against her. Holding on to her hand you tried to calm her.

"i..am sorry......im really... really... sorry...i swear i won't do it again...now please calm down... please...."

The last word came as a faint breath. Taking deep breaths she tried to cool herself down. 

"okay fine. I forgive you this time. Hmph...!"

Still holding an annoyed face she walked into your apartment. With a big sigh! You wiped the sweat formed on your forehead. She is so scary when she is mad. 

You walked to your room holding two coffee cups in your hand. Your friend was sitting on your bed looking on to the laptop screen, papers scattered on the bed. She was arranging materials she found for you. She always help you on your assignments. Maybe because of that reason you always didn't give much importance to your assignments. Even if you run late, she was always there as a backup for you. 

You sat next to her. She was still looking into the screen. But now she doesn't look mad, just focusing on what she is doing 

"so...how was it?" She asked in a low voice not taking her eyes off the screen. 

"what!?" You gave a confused look

"The date. was it good? Who was the guy?"

She asked curiously. 

"oh...! It was really nice. I mean really....nice. i enjoyed it so much. We went to the movies, coffee shop and he even walked me home. He was such a nice guy" your exhilaration was clearly visible on your face and voice.

She silently listened to you, typing on the keyboard. "Really! Is he around from here?"

"um...i don't know. I didn't ask him. I met him yesterday at the library. Oh!! You should see him. He is super hot...like extremely hot....still couldn't get his number though..." You pouted at the last line.

"Ah...but i got his picture......" You said that in a singsong tone with sparkling eyes. You opened your phone gallery and showed her his picture "here...see..." . 

She looked to the picture and looked back at you with a frown on her face, eyes hooded "see what!!? Picture of the wall of a shop!!?" 

She couldn't see anything besides the wall. How is she suppose to see him, he was a curse. Not all people could see him. And here you were so dumb that you couldn't even understand that he wasn't a human. Maybe you were so flattered by his looks that you didn't even care to think about his weird appearance.

"what...!!? Look at the picture...the person" You pointed it to her as if she didn't notice him.

"what! Are you mocking me?? Ughh... it's not funny.. I don't have time for your silly play. If you have time then just help me...how annoying"

Hearing her saying this your smile faded from your face. You started feeling a little pressure on your chest. Your heartbeat slowly raising, drops of sweat started to foam on your forehead.  

"are you serious...!? Really you cannot see....him!!?" Your voice cracked asking her one more time hoping she was trying to fool you. But she wasn't.

"how many times i have to tell you.... there is nothing, but a wall...now stop annoying me" she said it clearly showing her irritation.

With that look on her face, you knew she wasn't playing with you. You couldn't move your self from there when the realization hit you. All those memories came to your mind, people looking at you when you were walking and talking with him, the employee on the coffee shop, his weird look, it wasn't from your wet clothes...it was from your actions. This whole time you were talking to yourself like a mad person. No one could see him. Probably they all might thought you were crazy.

You sit there still for some time like you were frozen. Then you slowly raised your self from the bed and walked to the washroom. "I'll be right back" you said to her.

You walked trying not to collapse from shivering and you closed the washroom door. Looking to your reflection on the mirror you opened the tap. Your hands shivering, your eyes filled with water, clinging your teeth so hard, you stared into your face. He wasn't human!?...then what was he!?.... Your brain couldn't handle it. Your vision blurred,You felt dizzy You thought you will pass out on the floor. But you didn't. You started to breath heavily, trying to calm your self. Good for you it worked. Heartbeat slowly turned to normal as you swallowed air. You curled your fists trying to stop shivering. After some minutes your body came to normal. 

Closing the tap you walked out of the bathroom like normally. You joined your friend, trying to work on your assignment. Shifting your thoughts from him to your work. But then there were the book, the book...he gave you. You tried to hold on to your self again concentrating on your work. 

Fade sunlight hit your face through the window when you were laying on your bed, your wrist resting on your forehead. Staring onto the cieling, your mind replayed all the memories you spend with him. What was he....? The same question echoed in your mind. But then you remembered it....his last words. "hm….. contacting me huh…well don’t worry. If I wanna see you again I’ll definitely find you". Thinking about it made you shiver. Find me! He said he will find me. What if he really finds me. He didn't see my apartment though. So he won't come here. Maybe im just over thinking. Its all over, he is never going to find you. Maybe he might forgotten you and moved on with his daily life.

You tried to convince yourself that everything is fine. Shifting your eyes from the cieling to the laptop screen on your side you pushed your self to sit. With a wandering mind You scrolled through the work your friend had done for you before she left. Closing the laptop you throw your head back against the pillow. Closing your eyes you slowly fell to sleep.....

Closing the door of your professor's room, you walked outside the corridor. Lowering your head you slipped your hand into your bag. Walking straight to the library you took the book out from your bag and slowly started walking up to the stairs. It's been a week since you met him now. You finished your assignment and now you're going to return that book to the library.

Seriously it was a tough week. All that heavy load of work made you really stressed out. but it wasn't that stressed you more, it was the memories of him. You were so scared you didn't even sleep well. Nightmares wake you up from your sleeps. But still....even if you were scared.... Even if you knew it wasn't right.....you couldn't push back this feeling..... this feeling of wanting to see him again. whenever you thought about him, you couldn't stop the smile formed on your lips. 

You reached the library room. The lady on the counter was there smiling and greeting to you. You gave the book to her. that's when she asked 

"what about the other book you took, are you going to return it anytime soon?"

The other book!! That's when the thought clicked, The book you took for Mahito. What were you thinking at that time. Why did you took that book on your responsibility for a complete stranger. You were not even sure if you could meet him again. Maybe you were so happy at that time because he helped you by giving that book to you. You were so eager to help him back that your stupid brain didn't even think. 

"Ah....i will return it as soon as im done reading it"

You answered her with a fake nervous smile. The library was quiet because it was late evening and most of the students left home already. You slowly walked to the aisle randomly skimming through the names on the book stacks. When you reached to a dark corner of the library you stopped your footsteps. It was more quiet there compared to other parts of the library. A place more dark and nobody could find you from there that easily. 

Standing before a shelf your fingertips brushed though the stacks. Your first meeting with him, the way your eyes locked with his through the shelf, all came to your mind. With a smile on your lips you slowly lifted your hands, looking up the shelf above your head you tried to pull back a book. It was a little high so you lifted your self balancing on your toes struggling to pull it out. That's when a hand came to your sight. A pale hand with stiches on the wrist. Holding on the back of your palm he pulled the book out. You jumped back from the sudden touch. But only for your back to hit his chest.

You peered up tilting your head. Your eyes met with his heterochromatic ones, staring into you with a soft smile. His one hand was still held up holding that book up and his other hand wrapped around your waist. You couldn't blink your eyes from the sight of his face. It felt like you skipped a heartbeat. Your eyes were glowing from happiness, excitement and also a hint of fear. 

"i knew i could find you here Y/n" he smiled at you, his innocent smile told you how happy he was to see you. "Are you happy to see me..? I told you i would find you if i want..."  He wrapped his other hand on your chest and pulled you closer to his chest giving you a tight hug. He pressed his cheek  on to yours rubbing like a child adoring a plushie he like.

"why were you smiling Y/n..? Were you thinking about me??" . Loosening his hand Mahito turned you to face his side. He planted his two arms on your shoulder holding you straight to his body still holding that book in one hand. 

"i.....uh.....no....i...was thinking about something else.." you lied to him trying not to show your blush. 

"hmm.... really! Haha... You are such a bad liar Y/n. I know you were thinking about me and... you were smiling" he leaned his face closer to yours almost touching your lip. You tried to pull your self back but his hand held you in place with a strong grip.

"i really enjoyed our last date. I couldn't stop thinking about you after that." He told this with a soft soothing voice almost like a whisper. Leaning back taking his hands off your shoulders he examined the cover of the book which he held in his hand.

" i tried finding you on that street near your home where we last saw each other. But i couldn't find you. I came here too....but still couldn't find you... until now" 

He was looking for me??!! You felt a cold feeling in your chest. Your brain trying to steady your self. 

"why!?....why were you looking for me?" You looked to the side floor and asked him.

"Because i wanted to have more fun with you..." moving his eyes up and down, he observed your body from top to bottom with a sinister look in his eyes. "You know trying new things....and also....i wanted to give this book back to you" he took a book out from his back and held it in front of you. The book you took for him.

"Huh....!!!". You stared blankly at him then reached your hand to take it from him. You wondered where did he hid that book! His back!? sheesh....what are you thinking....he is not even a human. So why questioning that. You closed your eyes and put your curled up fist on your mouth trying not to giggle. 

"so....are you gonna take this one for me next      Y/n?"  Pointing at the new book which he pulled from the shelf, he asked.

"ah....if you want it then..... maybe i can take it for you" you smiled at him. At this point the pressure of fear had completely disappeared from your chest. Even with that sinister look in his eyes you tried to convince yourself that he is not dangerous. 

"okay,...so, what are we going to do today?Hmm.......We already watched a movie together.....and drink coffee....so! What's next!?do you have anything in your mind Y/n??" He started walking to the library counter looking on your side over his shoulders. 

"hmm..... I don't have anything particular in mind..." You said thinking about what to do. You returned the previous book to the staff lady and took the new one. Mahito stood beside you leaning against the counter resting his elbow on the desk, placing his hand on the side of his cheek a thumb pressing on to his lips. His eyes flickering to your side and the staff lady's, simply observing your conversation. you walked out with him to the stairs after you done with her. 

"what about i come with you to your home?" His question made you jolt. You stared into his face. Taking him home with me??? That's not a good idea. He is not a human. He is something else. You can't bring him home. He could be dangerous even if he doesn't look like one. But still.... something screamed in your head to say no to him. But....

"okay...." That word came from your mouth, even when your mind screamed the danger to you. How could you say no to him looking at that innocent face. 

When you two reached downstairs he walked ahead of you, thinking about all the experiments he could do with you. his smile turned into an evil grin, "I'll make our this date even better than last one Y/n...so better....that you'll never forget it in your entire life...."

[primusfortuna]

Rouge ⟡ Love Wrapped in Ribbons of Gratitude (04)

[01] [02] [03] [XX] [05] [Sun] [Moon]

“A Brief Date”

The day after Rouge-san and I paraded around town as preachers―

Emma: We got rid of our flyers and ribbons in the blink of an eye today.

Rouge: We didn’t even get the chance to advertise before they swarmed us begging please, please!

Emma: Your singing was a huge hit yesterday. But it sure got stressful today, getting asked to sing everywhere we went...

Rouge: Ahaha, who cares? It was fun! I could tell the townspeople have gotten pumped full of enthusiasm for Love Day.

Rouge: But uh, I’ve gotten a teensy bit tired. I think I wanna take a breather.

Emma: Well... then how about we shop for gifts for the Moon Wanderers?

Rouge: ...Oh. Yeah, I remember you saying you wanted to get them some things.

Rouge: Sounds good. Let’s go pick ’em out together.

Emma: Okay!

Rouge: What about... this liquor shop? I’ll get some good wine for Gran.

Stall Owner: Welcome! Say, if it isn’t Rouge-chan! Your debt collectors aren’t after you today?

Emma: That question has become a greeting at this point...

Rouge: Ahaha~...

Stall Owner: So, looking for wine? I’ll get you my signature bottle.

Rouge: You’re a lifesaver! While you’re at it, could you maybe give me a little bit of a discount―

Emma: Rouge-san!

Rouge: Next... let’s take a peek at that fresh produce stall. I feel like food means everything to Crow and Itsuki...

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Woah! Rouge brought back a girl!

Rouge: Hiiya, shopkeep! Got any foods that last a long time?

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Young lady, you have to believe me. Give up on this guy.

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: I know he might be handsome, but he is riddled with problems. He’ll only make you cry, you understand?

Rouge: Um... Could you not start slandering me immediately after meeting her, please...?

Rouge: Anyway, we haven’t known each other for that long, have we?

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: A few days of watching you is enough to tell you’re a scumbag. If you do anything to hurt a girl this cute―

Emma: It’s okay.

Rouge & Shopkeep: Eh?

Emma: I’m pretty sure I’m, um... very familiar with all the best parts of Rouge-san.

Rouge & Shopkeep: Woahhh....!!

Emma: Ah, but, we’re not dating or anything―

Rouge: Shopkeep! I might be the happiest man in the world right now!

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Ahh! You better cherish this one, I mean it!

Emma: Please listen to me, you two!

Later...

After leaving the produce shop, we step into a small general store.

Emma: Are you sure you’re okay about the food? The shopkeeper wanted to treat us to it...

Rouge: It’s fine. It would’ve been so lame if I let him treat me after all you said about me.

Rouge: ...But anyway, I’m curious about something.

Emma: What?

Rouge: About those “best parts” of me...

↪ You have a nice voice (Sun +12)

Emma: Hm... I think you have a nice voice, Rouge-san. Emma: Not just when you sing, but your normal voice, too. Listening to you puts me at ease. Rouge: Hehe. You tell me that all the time. Rouge: That makes me happy, really.

↪ You’re a nice person (Moon +12)

Emma: Well, you’re a nice person, Rouge-san. Emma: I think it’s amazing how you can hit it off with anyone you meet. Rouge: That’s nothing to praise me over. Rouge: I just happen to meet all good people.

Rouge: Hmm... But I was hoping for a little different answer.

Emma: Different how?

Rouge: Something like, “Rouge-san, you’re so manly and reliable and super awesome ★”?

Emma: Okay, anyway, let’s go look for presents! We can’t take too long of a break.

Rouge: Hey? That was a pretty aggressive change of subject. Y’know, I love that assertive side of you.

Emma: Aren’t these animal figurines just darling?

Rouge: Oh! I like them~ They kinda remind me of Corocle.

Rouge: Noah would probably like these, huh? Although, he wouldn’t be caught dead accepting a present from me.

Despite saying that, Rouge-san doesn’t pick up a single figurine from the shelf...

Rouge: I’m gonna go check out the alcohol over there.

Emma: (Now that I think about it... We’ve only stopped at liquor and food shops so far.)

Something feels just a little off.

Feeling like some sort of splinter is stuck in my heart, I can’t help but worry.

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

((Is the rib fest thing from my post yesterday hehe))

While they were distracted, Collin flew away to find the King and Queen of Hell who were still at the rib fest.

Adam was just finishing up what was his sixth plate, he found it amusing that people thought that a woman could pack away so much food.

Collin: Your hellish majestys!

Adaline: Oh for fuck sakes I can't even eat in peace now?

Luicfer: Beat it cherub

Collin: I come in peace I swear!!

Adam and Lucifer shared a look.

Adaline: You have one minute before I shove this rib bone up your ass.

Collin: Ahh! Okay! Cletus and Keenie and those Agents won't stop until they have stopped you. I believe you when you say you just want a vacation, the truth is...... Cletus and Keenie have changed since we got locked out of heaven....

Adaline: Woah, locked out? What did you do kill someone?

His silence was all the answer he needed.

Adaline: You guys killed a human.

Collin: It was an accident! Those imps were...... Not important right now. I just wanted to warn you guys, I'm just..... Tired of everything and we lied to those humans.

Lucifer: Well thank you for the heads up. But we can handle them.

Adaline: And if Cletus tries too hard I will punch him again. It's been long coming.

(Queen Adam AU Part 10)

*every couple centuries it became fashionable for high ranking demons of Hell to travel to Hell disguised as humans, they liked seeing how far humanity progressed in one way or another and now was thar time in Hell where it was fashionable*

Stolas: You really weren’t thinking of taking Adam to see Earth? I would think he would be interested in it, he did kick start humanity after all.

Lucifer: That is a good point, he deserves to have fun.

Stolas: Then you should do that for him, he deserves to have fun.

*Lucifer returned home, he saw Adam relaxing on the couch playing some video games, when Adam saw him, he paused the game and smiled at him*

Adam: How was your day?

Lucifer: It was nice, I was thinking of going on a vacation with you.

Adam: To where?

Lucifer: To Earth.

Adam: How are we going to do that, as fallen angels we would stand out on Earth.

*Lucifer snapped his fingers*

Lucifer: ALAKAZAM!!!!!!!!!

*Lucifer became what he would have looked like if he was a human, he now had fair skin and his eyes were blue like when he was an angel*

Adam: Bad ass, can you do that for me?

Lucifer: Of course I can love. Question is, do you want to look like a man or woman?

Adam thought about it for a moment: Woman, let's give it a go.

Lucifer snapped his fingers and Adam now wore a human disguise as a woman with long beautiful curves, long flowing brown hair that reached his waist, large breasts and a nice ass that were all Adam.

Adam: Wow, hey even my voice is different.

Lucifer: Yes it would sound funny if you still had your normal voice. What's your woman name going to be my dear?

Adam: Why not Adaline?

Lucifer: A name as beautiful as you. Now there is a catch. Since I'm the one disguising you, it's important you stay close. No more than 60 feet away. After that your appearance will start to go back to normal.

Adaline: Okay I'll stay close by. Thank you Luci this will be so fun!

Lucifer: Shall we my dear?

Adaline: We shall.

Adaline took Lucifer by the arm as a portal opened up and they walked onto the sandy beach of earth.

[arc-misadventures]

There was a Ask that went along to this, but I accidentally deleted it. Sorry to whoever that was!

But its been an age since I last did one of these, and I know just what to do~!

Met The Family: Ruby

Ruby: Mom, have you seen…!! MOM?! W-What the hell are you doing?!

Ruby walked into the living room to find her mother, Summer Rose, straddling her boyfriend to the couch as she was previously passionate kissing him, as he slowly started to undress her. Ruby’s cries of alarm broke them from their intimate embrace, as Jaune look at his girlfriend with an embarrassed expression, all the while, summer smiled like she found heaven on earth.

Summer: Hi sweetie~! Do you need something?

Ruby: W-What are you…?! Why are you kissing my boyfriend?!

Summer: Oh this~? Well, you got to have fun all day yesterday, and I’ve been alone for so long… So can’t Mommy have some fun with Daddy too~?

Ruby: EH??!!! Y-Y-You heard us?!

Summer: You weren’t as quiet as you think you were, my little rosebud. But, I think that’s more so Daddy’s fault than yours, and I can’t wait to find out~! Maybe he’ll give you a sibling, or two along the way; Doesn’t that sound nice dear?

Ruby: I…?! I-I ?! J-Jaune what do you think of… This?!

Jaune: W-W-Well… I was going to wait for you before anything happened so I could hear your thought on all of… This! B-But you were taking too long, and your mother couldn’t wait any longer, so…

Summer: And, I’m tired of waiting any longer! Ruby, give us your answer before I start riding him like the stallion that he is!

Ruby: O-Okay! You can… Do that… B-But can I play with, Daddy afterwards…?

Summer: Mmm… Nope~!

Ruby: What?! But, why, why don’t I get to play with, Daddy after you?!

Summer: Because when he’s done with me, it’ll be your, Mom’s turn next~!

Jaune: Wait? I thought you were, Ruby’s mom?

Summer: I am sweetie~!

Jaune: The who are you talking about?

: She’s talking about me, love~!

As soon as, Jaune register the voice behind him, his head was enveloped by something’s incredibly soft, and bouncy. And, he knew for a fact that wasn’t any pillow. His eyes turned upward to see a pair of crimson eyes, and a main of black hair, as the woman’s luscious smile stared down upon him.

Raven: Hi~!

Jaune: H-Hi…?

Raven: Summer dear, please get to it. I want to play with Daddy next. It’s been so long since we had such a viral man in our home, I can hardly contain myself~!

Summer: With extreme pleasure my little birdy~!

Jaune: Ahh~!!

Ruby: Grrrrr!!

Ruby: Fine! But, I get him next!

Yang: Sorry Ruby, but I called dibs before you.

Ruby: Yang?! You too?!

Yang: Don’t look so surprised, Rubes. I was going to join you two while we were still at, Beacon. I just never got the chance, until now~!

Ruby: All all of you into my boyfriend?!

RY: Yes~!

Summer: Y-Ohh yes baby, yes~!

Ruby: OHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Ruby: Phooey…

[adoringhaikyuu]

when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them | 2

characters: suna, akaashi, tsukishima

request: can we get the when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them for suna akaashi and tsuki?

warnings: nothing, just some kissing and a few possessive boys

notes: ahh my first request!! i’m happy that i wrote something that someone wanted more of haha <3

part one | part two

akaashi:

akaashi likes to have his shit together and he often overthinks things

which is why after concluding that if he finished all his work in one go he’d have more time to hangout with you, he decided to do exactly that

you offered to stay with him while he worked but he knew that you’d end up distracting him (not in a bad way or anything) and that he most likely wouldn’t finish his work on time

so you were temporarily banned from his place until he was done

but you were bored and pouty so you complained to bokuto, knowing he would understand your over-exaggerated reaction

he texted you immediately ‘whaaattt ?? i’m coming over right now!!!’

he showed up ten minutes later to your house, snacks in hand, ready to keep you company and playfully complain about your boyfriend and his best friend 

he insisted on sending him snaps of the two of you pouting at the camera, ‘how could you abandon this cute face, akaashi???’

his arm was wrapped around you and his face was smushed against yours but honestly he didn’t mean to make akaashi jealous, he was just being himself, completely playful and dramatic 

akaashi wasn’t planning on opening the messages since bokuto was always spamming him but when he took a five minute break, he opened them just in case they were important today 

when he saw his best friend practically cuddling you, his brows furrowed and a scowl made it’s way onto his face

since you and bokuto weren’t exactly expecting a response from akaashi, you went on to do other things, showing each other tik toks, and just chatting while you waited for him to finish up. 

it was about ten minutes later that you both heard the doorbell ring. you and bokuto both turned to each other, confused.

“did you order food?” you asked.

“no, i was gonna ask if you did? cause i’m starving––”

“well then who’s that...” you muttered to yourself as you got up to answer the door, bokuto cowering behind you, mumbling about if it was a murderer, phone in hand, ready to call the cops. you can imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find your boyfriend standing there, a scary serious look on his face. 

you blinked in shock, but before you could say anything, bokuto stepped in front of you. “hey hey hey! took you long enough buddy! i was keeping y/n company while you banned her from your house. how could you do that by the way––ow!”

your eyes widened as akaashi smacked bokuto’s head. “shut up bokuto. you can go now.”

bokuto pouted dramatically, “aw what?? we were about to order food,” he turned back to you. “right y/n?” 

suddenly the boy was yanked back and out of the house, a yelp jumping from his throat abruptly and akaashi was standing next to you. “you have food at your own house, why don’t you go there.” he shut the door without another word and turned to face you, ignoring the whining on the other side of the door. 

“what––what are you doing here?” you looked up at him, confused and slightly in awe as he placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted your head to look up at him, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently. 

“wanted to be with you.” he gave you a small smile but you responded with an adorable confused pout.

“but what about your work––”

“i’ll just do it tomorrow, it is saturday after all.” 

“hey when i said that you still insisted on working.” you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes curiously. “was it because bokuto was here?” 

he looked away, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you laughed. “you know you’re a terrible liar when it comes to me.” 

he slid his hands down to your arms and placed them around his neck before gripping your waist under your shirt. you gasped softly at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin and he smirked down at you. he leaned in until his lips were grazing yours. “again, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

before you could even think of a response, his hands were pulling you flush against him and his lips were on yours, taking your breath away. you moaned into the kiss and he groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin as he slid his tongue into your mouth expertly.

just as you got lost in his touch, you heard a small voice from outside. “so are you guys gonna let me back in?”

suna:

so suna is a lazy boy, we know that

and he likes to nap a lot

sometimes he’s just so tired that he forgets to text you before he naps

and today you’re supposed to hang out with him but around 3pm he stopped answering, so you knew he was taking his usual afternoon nap and if you went by his place, he wouldn’t be able to answer the door

so you decided to go out and get some snacks on the way to his house, planning to take your sweet time and let your boy rest

by coincidence, you ran into atsumu at the shop and he insisted on staying with you... and eating some of suna’s snacks 

it’s about a little while later that you make your way over to suna’s place, texting him to make sure he’s awake

when suna opened his door, the subtle smile dropped from his face when he realized you’re not alone. he raised a brow and looked over to his friend, “i don’t remember inviting you.” 

you pursed your lips, scolding your boyfriend’s bluntness. “suna–”

atsumu shrugged, a grin on his face. “i was keeping your girl company and thought i’d be a gentleman and walk her over here.” 

suna raked his eyes over atsumu lazily, clearly unamused. “yeah thanks. you can go now.” 

the blonde pouted dramatically. “oh what? come on, you’re not gonna invite me in?” he put his arm around you and gave you puppy dog eyes. “come on y/n, convince him for me?” 

you managed to turn for a split second to realize how close he had gotten to you before you were pulled out of his arms and into the warmth of the house. you blinked and suddenly you were under suna’s arm, facing a wide-eyed atsumu. 

next thing you know, the door was shutting in his face. you turned to suna and he simply shrugged and took the bag from your hands. “you brought snacks,” he smirked. “you’re the best.” he put it down on the table and tilted his head as he looked down at you curiously, trying to seem nonchalant, but his narrowed eyes gave him away. “why were you with him?” 

you tried to hide your smirk as you answered him. “went to get you some snacks while you were asleep and ran into him at the shop.”

his eyes reduced down to slits as he watched the playful look in your eyes. “why?” you smiled. “were you jealous?” 

he walked over to you slowly and slid his hand up to your neck, gripping it softly but firmly as he tilted your head up towards him. he made a show of trailing his eyes down from yours to your lips and keeping them there, making your breath hitch in anticipation. 

“less talking, more moaning.” he pressed his lips against yours possessively and had you melting and giving in immediately. whatever he wants, he gets. you knew that better than anyone.

tsukishima:

if you don’t believe that tsuki is a dry texter or that he would leave your ass on delivered for several days––i have some news for you

so let’s say it’s a saturday afternoon and while normally you hang out with tsuki basically every weekend, you also know that he was in a pissy mood earlier so you let him cool off

you text him after a little while, asking if you could come over in the middle of your usual tik tok spam and he opens the text, only to leave you on read (only seeing the tik toks, not the actual message)

you just brush it off, thinking he’s still in a mood and decide to find someone else to hangout with

that person just so happens to be tadashi

you two had gotten closer ever since you started dating tsuki so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend time together

it’s just that normally it would you, tadashi and tsuki

so you can imagine your boyfriend’s surprise when he opens snap to see you and his best friend smiling on your story

he frowns but tries not to let it get to him (spoiler, he fails)

when an hour has passed by and you still haven’t texted him or anything he gives in and messages you first, a blunt ‘when are you coming.’ 

you take that as a sign that he finally wants you to come over and since you and tadashi were ready to wrap things up, you make your way over to your boyfriend’s house

almost as soon as you knock on the door, it’s pulled open and you look up to see tsuki looking down at you, his brow raised. it’s silent for a few seconds and you tilt your head in confusion, why did he look annoyed?

before you could say anything he spoke up, “tadashi’s not with you anymore?”

you shook your head. “no––oh i’m sorry should i have invited him?”

he scoffed only confusing you further and without another word, he took your hand and pulled you into the house. still silent, he took your jacket for you and put your shoes away as well. you smiled up at him when he stood up straight and you could see the slight blush he was trying to hide.  

he walked ahead to sit on his couch and you followed, choosing to sit with a little space between the two of you, since he hadn’t seemed to cool off completely yet and you knew how much he valued personal space. little did you know, you were only making things worse. 

he stared at you, brows furrowed and you stared back, eyes curiously wide. “why are you all the way over there?” 

you smiled and got up to sit in his lap, feeling satisfied as he opened his arms up for you to get settled. you kissed his cheek and looked at him. “i know i saw you yesterday, but i missed you today, you know?” 

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure.” 

“don’t roll your eyes at me,” you laughed. “you’re the one who didn’t wanna hang out with me.” 

he paused. “what are you talking about?”

“i asked you if i could come over and you left me on read.” you played with his hair mindlessly as you spoke. “but it’s okay, i know you get cranky sometimes.” you smiled fondly but he was serious as ever.

“i didn’t leave you on read?”

“yeah you did.” you tilted your head. “i thought you did it on purpose.” he frowned and you took your phone and scrolled through your conversation, before showing him the text you’d sent hours before. he read over the text and blinked a few times before looking away. he tightened his hold around you slightly. 

“i’m sorry... i didn’t see.” 

you put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “aw baby is that why you’ve been so moody since i got here? you thought i didn’t wanna spend time with you?” 

he swallowed as he looked into your eyes, the vulnerability he was trying to hide in his gaze telling you everything you needed to know. “tsuki, you know i always wanna be with you.” you smiled and pressed your lips against his for a gentle kiss which he clearly appreciated. his hand gripped your thigh firmly as his other arm pulled you closer to him to prolong the kiss. 

when you pulled away, he looked up at you. “do you think...you could stay over tonight?”

he tried to keep a nonchalant and unbothered exterior but once you agreed and gave him that precious smile, he couldn’t stop the small smile that spread on his face, even if he tried. 

[chocolatechimsugakookie2]

Z messing around gone wrong

Based on one of my headcanons for Z requested by @call1me2awesome3

As 1:00pm came around Aaron Z finally woke up after sleeping in for their day off.

*groaning and stretching*

Z: Damn… it’s one already? *he says while looking at the clock*

Z gets out of bed and makes his way downstairs. As he makes it to the kitchen to get juice he notices Jesse prepping to make something.

Jesse: Sup Z, you look tired bro

Z: yeahhh not gon lie to you I just woke up *he says while yawning a little*

Jess: Seriously dude? It’s literally 1:23pm *laughing*

Z: Ha I know! the moment management said 2 days off, all I thought about was my bed, shooting hoops, and my bed.

Jesse: You said “my bed” twice?🤨

Z: oh trust me I know🙂

Jesse: *chuckles* you and Tae both… just look at him

They both turn their heads towards a sprawled out Tae knocked out and slightly hanging off the couch with a bit of drool

Z: sheesh, he needs to tell me what brand of melatonin he got

Jesse: puh-lease, the brand is called ‘OverWatch’ because he was on the game all night fucking long😒

Z: sounds about right. Anyways whatchu making?

Jesse: oh just cookies since my kids are coming over

Z: nice, I’ve been wanting to see them, they play ball better than y’all ���

Jesse: oh shut up you literally shoot for them🙄, have you seen the chocolate chips by any chance?

Z gets up to help look

Z: umm I don’t think so but I’ll help

Jesse: thanks, I could’ve sworn they were up here

As Jesse opens one of the top cabinets and starts to reach and move other ingredients out the way, Z stands there with a shit eating grin on his face.

Z: hmm idk Jess… maybe they’re right here

*pokes Jesse in the pit of the stretched out arm*

Jesse: AH! *he quickly pulls his arm down and playfully pushes Z away laughing*

Z: *slightly chuckling* okay okay go ahead I’m done🙂

Jess goes to reach for the back of the cabinet again for the chocolate chips but Z ends up quickly tickling Jesse’s rib

Jess: AHAHA! *he laughs and covers his side with the opposite hand* Bruh don’t start something you can’t finish I’m serious *he says smiling*

Z: Alright, Alright I’m done this time for real bro🙂

Jesse: you swear?

Z: On my momma 🙂

Jesse goes to reach again but quickly retracts his arm as Z pokes him again

Jess: OKAY THATS IT!

Z: wait WAIT CHILL CHILL

With wide eyes Z turns to run but was quickly grabbed by Jess who then started to attack Z’s sides

Z: AHH-AHAHAHAHAH STOPPPAHA *basically laughing like a mad man*

Jess: Didn’t I tell you not to start something you can’t finish hmmmm? *he says with a smirk*

Z was laughing so hard he couldn’t even get an answer out! He ended losing balance and falling to the kitchen floor, but that didn’t stop Jesse oh no no no he wanted sweet revenge

2 minutes had went by and Jess was still  taunting and tickling the crap out of Z when finally someone walked in.

Ro: ummm🤨?

Like deers caught in headlights Jesse stops his torturing and Z stops his dying animal noises

Ro: What. Is. Happening?

They both speak at the same time

Z: THE OLD MAN IS TRYING TO KILL ME! *he says sort of out of breath*

Jess: Z WAS BEING ANNOYING

Ro:………Z? Annoying? That don’t sound right, you sure you got the right Aaron?

Z: EXACTLY! He trippin! now get his ass off me!

Jess:……He was being rude

Ro: Now that sounds like Z…… keep going😈

Z: WHAT?!?! NO! HELP!

Ro: No fool you were an ass yesterday AND seeing you weak brings me joy 🥱

Z: I WILL KICK YO AS—AHAHAHAHAHAHA

He gets interrupted by Jesse attacking him for the second time

While Ro smiles from satisfaction T shows up out of no where with a half sleep Tae beside him

T: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT😃

Tae: 😪 is it dinner yet?

This was fun to write! Thanks for the request I hope it’s great 😊

[sweetlymawd]

Found Feelings

H4nk FINALLY gets what he wanted. For real this time. Plus a little something more.

(You know the drill. Continuity. Check my pinned.)

(And there’s fluff in this one, too.)

<- Previous (Close Call)

Next (Out of Control) ->

H4nk couldn’t see the number on the scale. His belly was blocking his view and he wasn’t even stuffed. Just goes to show how much he had gained over the past few days. He pushed down the waistband of his sweatpants to let his gut hang over it, then lifted his excess fat. He watched it jiggle as he dropped it.

He then looked into the mirror in front of him, seeing the extra weight that had piled up everywhere else on his body. His neck, chest, arms, rear, legs, everything was bigger and squishier. H4nk had done it. He was fat.

And it was affecting his mobility, too. Just yesterday, he noticed he wasn’t as nimble as usual. Hell, he nearly got himself killed. H4nk knew he shouldn’t gain too much, but, for some odd reason, he liked it. Maybe it was just his appetite talking, but he was starting to love being stuffed. The feeling of his stomach filled to the brim with delicious food and treats, of hands massaging into the skin on his bloated belly to ease the pain, and of the subsequent tiredness rushing over him to let his body do the rest of the work. It was just so pleasurable… and he wanted more.

H4nk’s hand lightly pressed into his gut, gliding across the soft skin. Then his stomach growled. Hungry again. Even though he had a snack about an hour ago. Oh well, that wasn’t important. What was important was what he was going to fill up on this time.

He tucked his tummy back into his sweatpants and put the rest of his clothes on. He was getting a little tired of leftovers. Going out scavenging seemed much more appealing.

~~~

H4nk had gotten unlucky. He hadn’t found anything but the same old hotdogs the vendor was selling. And was subjected to an ambush he barely made it out of. Seemed like there wasn’t any good food around as of now.

He was about to go back to base hungry when he heard something. Then that something sped right past him. It was Tr1cky’s stop sign. H4nk couldn’t help but wonder what the clown was up to. He changed his mind. He knew it might kill him, but it wouldn’t hurt to see him again, right? Besides, maybe he could help him scavenge.

H4nk followed the trail the stop sign left behind, which led towards a smaller base owned by the Agency. As he entered the building, he was greeted to the blood and bodies of agents littering the floor. And in the back of the room, three agents were watching in horror as the clown held a fourth.

“…YOU ALL LOOK SO TIRED. YOU DESERVE A NICE LONG BREAK… IN MY TUMMY!”

Then Tr1cky’s mouth was wide open as he pushed the agent inside. As H4nk watched the body disappear and the clown’s belly expand to occupy it, he realized something. He was so caught up with gaining that he had forgotten why he had started stuffing himself in the first place. The clown belched loudly and sighed.

“AHH… SO GOOD… NOW WHO’S NEXT?”

Two of the agents left quickly, leaving the last one stumbling. Tr1cky caught him.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE— OH, H4NK! HIIII!!!”

Tr1cky zipped over, dragging the poor agent with him in one arm, and hugged H4nk with the other. H4nk didn’t know how to react.

“Uh… hey, uh, clown…”

Tr1cky leaned into H4nk’s body, nuzzling his chest. “WOW, H4NKY… YOU’RE SO BIG AND SOFT…”

“…Yeah. Uh, what are you doing?”

Tr1cky stepped back. “OH! CLOWN IS JUST GETTING A QUICK MEAL,” he answered as he pat his bloated stomach. “WHAT ABOUT YOU?”

“Trying to find food. All they’ve got right now is hotdogs.”

“WHAT? HOW COULD YOU NOT LIKE HOTDOGS?!”

“I do. I’m just tired of them.”

“OH. WELL, WANNA COME WITH ME AND SEE WHAT WE CAN FIND?”

“Yeah, uh, about that…”

“YEAH?”

“…Can you… show me how to, uh, swallow people?”

“YOU MEAN YOU WANNA BE A PRED?”

“Yeah, that’s it. Yeah.”

“HMM… OKAY!”

Then all eyes were on the agent Tr1cky was holding. He looked at the clown, then at H4nk, then at the clown again.

“Uh… shit,” he said sheepishly.

“LISTEN, AGENT, YOU ARE GOING TO BE GOOD PREY AND STAY STILL FOR H4NK. IF YOU WANNA STRUGGLE, CLOWN CAN ALWAYS TEAR YOU APART. YOU UNDERSTAND?”

The agent tried to speak, but all that came out was a small squeak.

“GOOD. NOW H4NK…”

Tr1cky held the agent’s head close to H4nk’s face.

“ARE YOU READY?”

H4nk pulled his mask off. “Yeah.”

“OPEN WIDE!”

H4nk opened his mouth.

“WIDER.”

H4nk’s mouth was open as wide as it could be.

“WIDER.”

“Ah eh!”

“YES YOU CAN, H4NK! OKAY, HERE IT COMES!”

Tr1cky then suddenly shoved the agent’s head into H4nk’s maw. After a few moments of pushing and more shoving, H4nk finally managed to start swallowing. It was a bizarre sight. H4nk sitting on the floor with his head back, Tr1cky still pushing the agent into him. His throat hurt like hell, but there was no way he was backing out. He was finally getting what he wanted.

“KEEP GOING, H4NKY! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”

H4nk didn’t even realize that Tr1cky had stopped pushing. He had swallowed more than half of the agent now, his belly expanding with each gulp.

“JUST ONE MORE!”

H4nk gave one final gulp, then gasped for air as the rest of the agent was pulled into his growing stomach. He laid on his back, feeling the agent move around inside him.

“HOOOUUURRP!!! …Hah… holy shit…”

“YOU OKAY, H4NKY?” Tr1cky was kneeling down, patting H4nk’s belly.

“It hurts…”

“IT ALWAYS HURTS THE FIRST TIME. YOU DID SO GOOD.”

H4nk mumbled as Tr1cky rubbed his tummy. He was so full, bigger than he had ever been. That was all that was on his mind right now. So full. Stuffed. Tired. After another belch, H4nk yawned.

“FEELING SLEEPY, H4NK?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“DON’T WORRY. CLOWN WILL TAKE YOU HOME.”

As Tr1cky brought H4nk up to his feet and guided him out the door, the two agents that fled the scene peeked from behind the doorframe.

“…They’re gone, right?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.” The agent breathed in. “What the FUCK just happened?!”

“My question is how we keep surviving.”

“BUT H-HE SWALLOWED HIM WHOLE!!!”

“Calm down. I’m sure the 4ud1t0r knows.”

“How is THAT gonna help?!”

The second agent grabbed the first’s shoulders. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. The 4ud1t0r will come up with a plan, and then they won’t be trouble anymore.”

“…What was that about the 4ud1t0r?”

“…Uh… what happened to your voice?”

~~~

H4nk was drifting in and out of consciousness the whole way. All he could remember was Tr1cky helping him walk, Tr1cky’s room, something soft, and the clown talking to him, but he couldn’t remember what he said.

Once he awoke, he realized where he was. He was back in Tr1cky’s room, laying on a large bean bag with Tr1cky sleeping on top of him, cuddling him. How much time had passed? H4nk’s stomach had shrunken down, but Tr1cky still looked stuffed. His belly was smaller than it was, but still large enough to weigh down on H4nk.

Then, before H4nk knew it, his hand was running across the skin on Tr1cky’s stomach. Even though the clown had rough skin, he was still soft and squishy. He looked kind of… cute, in a way. H4nk kept absentmindedly rubbing Tr1cky’s belly, beginning to fall back asleep when the clown stirred. He began mumbling.

“…MMM… IT FEELS… SO GOOD, J3BBY… KEEP GOING…”

“…Clown?”

“WHA— H4NK…?”

“Uh, I was just—“

“CLOWN DIDN’T TELL YOU TO STOP. PLEASE KEEP GOING…”

H4nk kept at it, rubbing circles into the clown’s soft belly. Tr1cky sighed out of pleasure, moving up to nuzzle H4nk in his neck. H4nk’s face flushed red.

“H4NKY… CLOWN LOVES YOU…”

H4nk stopped. Did Tr1cky really just say that?

“…What? Say that again.”

“CLOWN LOVES YOU.”

He didn’t mishear anything. Tr1cky… loved him? H4nk was taken aback. Sure, the clown had been a huge help lately, but love? Shit, were they even friends? What should he say? What should he do?

“…I…”

“YEAH, H4NK…?”

H4nk leaned in, giving Tr1cky a “kiss” on the head. Tr1cky lightly gasped, lifting his head up to face H4nk. As he stared up at the clown, H4nk began thinking. The two of them WERE getting along well recently. Plus, he had just given him what he wanted, right? Maybe being with Tr1cky wouldn’t be so bad.

“…I think… I love you too…”

Tr1cky’s face gained a dark blush. He kept gazing into H4nk’s eyes for a while. Then he suddenly closed the gap between them. H4nk’s subsequent shock melted away.

It felt… nice. He liked where this was going.

[tommyheavyshield]

“Fuck!”

It’d been a month now and still Dylan couldn’t get used to not having his powers.  It made smoking so much less fun - he had to actually go out and purchase a lighter.  And it took him awhile!  He didn’t even know where to look at first, it took some walking around before finding one in a regular old convenience store.  How embarrassing was that?

Classes weren’t for some time and there was no way in hell he was taking a winter course, not when there was much to explore and see while he had the free time.  Yesterday he took a lap around as much of the island as he could - he got tired close to the 75% mark - and today was touring the downtown area some more, seeing what he could remember.  There were a strip of bars, some bakeries and cafes, clubs that looked kinda fun.  It wasn’t long before he sat himself on a bench, after painstakingly trying to light his cigarette with the snap of his fingers, like he has so many times before, only to when he finally remembered that wasn’t how it worked here.  "Hey!  Hey, you got a lighter?” he asked, leaning behind him, head craned and looking over the back of the bench.  “Or am I supposed to like, offer services for it?  I still don’t really know how this whole thing works.”

Tommy couldn’t help jumping when the guy next to him suddenly swore loudly. He functioned pretty much normally in the world these days, having left his mute, scared self behind. But did you really ever just leave that part of you behind? He liked to think so. He set the notebook he’d been scribbling in down and dug into his backpack. Fuck, he really needed to clean it out. Finally locating a years old lighter from the very bottom, he swung around and offered it to the guy with a smile and a raise of his eyebrow. Just because he could speak now, didn’t mean he was fond of initiating a verbal convo with someone. The question deserved an answer though. Suddenly finding yourself a slave on the island was a real bitch. “Ahh, yeah, kind of mostly. I mean they are pretty fucking serious about the slave thing.” He shrugged sympathetically. He didn’t mind it himself, but he was aware that it was still fucked up even if he was kind of a natural. “You new?”

@fire-starterdylan

[rainieclown]

DEADLY OBSESSION

michael myers x reader - chapter two: free hostage

three sharp knocks on the door can be heard, and michael lazily looks back over. doctor loomis is standing there, and he looks furious, but michael will stand his ground for you.

tags: fast relationships bc michael is not patient at all, forbidden love, smut, public sex (kinda), fingering, degrading, michael talks more in this one bc he wants you to trust him <3

warnings: yandere themes, exhibition, violence, ptsd themes, nightmares, tazers/gun-like objects

michael stayed up despite his lazy blinks, being tired doesn't bother him. doctor loomis was sat in the room, still trying to get to you, and through michael. "they need to be in their own room, with their nurse, michael. they need to leave." the doctor says calmly, and michael blinks again at the doctor. "we need to take y/n away, you can see each other during your free period." he tries, but michael simply moves, ignoring his doctor as he turns his attention to you. you're sleeping soundly next to him, lips parted slightly as you dreamed, eyelids twitching slightly with each moment. "michael. you have to let y/n leave." loomis crosses his arms and michael shoots a glare at the older male. loomis sighs, getting up. "don't make us sedate you, michael." he warns, stepping closer to the bed carefully. the guards at the door are ready, but michael pays them no mind. "let me take them to their room." he says, gesturing to your sleeping form.

michael tenses as the doctor eases forward, reaching for you carefully. snatching the doctor's wrist is all it took, the guards rush in for loomis's safety, grabbing michael and restraining him as he tries to protect you. a needle pricks his neck and he grunts softly, reaching to pull you from loomis's grasp. you stirred, becoming discontent. michael pushes the guards off, lurching after loomis. your whimpers drive him, yet before he can reach you, he falls to his knees. "y/n!" he rasps, still trying to get to you. the guards push the brunette down, and he grunts as his eyes droop.

you wake up suddenly to miss burnham stroking your cheek softly. you move away from her, catching your breath as you recover from the nightmare. "where's michael?" you ask, searching for him. "are you alright? he didn't hurt you did he?" miss burnham asks, and you furrow your brows. "michael? no!" you shake your head. "there's bruises on your neck, are you sure?" miss burnham says, gesturing to the hickeys. your cheeks heat up as you avert her gaze. "he didn't attack me! we're friends..." you say, unsure of what status michael would give whatever was happening between you both. "hm.. alright..." miss burnham sighs, handing you your medicine. "thanks.. is michael okay?" you ask, and she nods. "he will be, they had to sedate him to keep him away from you." miss burnham replies, and you look at her with shock. "what?! is he alright?" you move to get up, trying to peer into michael's room through your window.

"yes, yes. he's fine. calm down." she rests her hand on your shoulder briefly, letting you pull away. "i wasn't a hostage, why would you sedate him?" you ask, seemingly angry now. miss burnham is taken aback. "because of safety reasons, y/n. he's high security, and you need to be in your own room." miss burnham crosses her arms. "fine." you huff, looking back out the window. "what's on my schedule?" you ask softly, spotting michael as he gets up groggily. he finds your eyes immediately and you smile at him, giving him a small wave. michael doesn't get to respond as miss burnham pulls you away from the window. "come on, first is breakfast." she says, guiding you out the door. "can i sit with michael?" you ask, and miss burnham lets out an exasperated sigh. "if that's what you want." she says softly, letting you grab food and sit at your usual table as she walks off to talk to the guards.

you spot michael walking into the cafeteria, and give him a small smile. instead of getting food, he sits in front of you, much to miss burnham's dismay. "hey, what happened?" you ask softly, glancing at miss burnham as she spoke to someone. michael doesn't answer for a moment, and you look back at him. "michael?" you tilt your head slightly, and michael smiles a bit. "you feeling okay?" he asks, deep voice rough with no use. "yeah, i'm fine." you smile, "i heard you got sedated.. what happened?" you question, glancing at miss burnham once more. "nothing. they took you out of my room. that's it." michael shrugs, but you look unsure. "are you sure? sedation sounds like it sucks." you say softly, and michael's feelings grow with the concerned look in your eye. "i'm fine." he nods, and you sigh. "if you say so.." you mumble, letting michael steal a bit of your water. "so um... about what happened yesterday..." you start awkwardly, and michael stares at you expectingly. "uh.. what is.. this?" you gesture between the two of you, and michael blinks at you. "what do you want?" he asks carefully, and you think for a second. "i.. don't know. i mean we met yesterday, but.. we- y'know." you laugh sheepishly, glancing at michael. "mhm."

"i mean.. to me, you're mine and mine only. got it?" michael says firmly, and you look back at him. "uh.. are you sure? i mean, we just met shouldn't we wait-?" you stammer slightly, face heating up. "i don't care." michael deadpans, and you huff out another small laugh. "okay.." you smile, remembering that this is in fact a mental hospital, and that michael thoughts were different to yours. "that's okay. i mean, we did have sex.." you shrug, craving the feeling of being a teenager again. "mhm." michael's smile is small, yet it's still there.

miss burnham approaches you carefully, glancing at michael. "um, y/n. it's your free period, wanna go watch a movie?" she smiles, and it's so painfully forced. you look up at your nurse with a smile. "uh, sure..! i'll be there in a second." you shrug, and miss burnham hums uneasily. "okay..!" she smiles, walking back to the door. "so, do you have a schedule yet?" you ask, and michael shakes his head. "comes in on friday but i have appointments with loomis everyday at 19:00." he shrugs. "okay.. maybe we can get away with you coming with me." you grin, offering him your hand as you get up. "we can try." michael shrugs, grabbing your hand tightly as he follows you. "uhm. y/n i don't know if he can come-..." miss burnham starts, wanting to pull you from the other patient. "but he doesn't have a schedule and he needs to settle in!" you protest, and the nurse sighs.

"fine. but you're under close watch." she says, leading the two of you to the rec room. mr addison greets you, and you smile softly, much to michael's jealousy. "what you feeling today? lady and the tramp?" he asks, and you hum. "okay." you smile, letting michael pull you from the doctor slightly. "ah, you're new here aren't you." doctor addison smiles, but receives no response. "he's not really talkative." you wave the doctor off, and he hums. "i see. that's fine." he smiles, not catching michael's glare as he lets you two go settle.

you sit on the couch, kicking your legs up as you lean against michael's side, ignoring miss burnham's shocked look. "so, do you have a favorite genre of movies?" you ask, looking up at michael. "horror, easy." he smiles, looking back at you. "oh my god, i love horror but we can't have it here." you reply, smiling. "shame, nothing beats horror." michael shrugs, not even watching the movie. "mhm, i have to say that nightmare before elm street is by far the best one i've seen so far." you say, and michael hums with a nod. "it is good, but consider the hills have eyes." he replies, and you let out a small "ahh!"

"a man of culture." you giggle, letting him drape an arm over you as miss burnham sits on another chair. "so, what're we watching?" she asks softly, glancing at michael. "lady and the tramp." you reply with a shrug as michael regresses into silence. "uhm.. y/n, may i ask you something in private before the movie starts." she gestures to the door. "um, sure?" you look at michael who lets you go reluctantly. she stands by the door with you, and mumbles to you softly. "what's going on with you two? you never let anyone touch you but he's special?" she crosses her arms, clearly suspicious of you and michael. "oh, um... it's just nice to have someone my own age around. no offence." you smile nervously, wanting to go sit down again. "hmm.. okay. but, i have to let you know that relationships are in fact prohibited in this facility." she says firmly. "i know." you nod, moving back to the couch as miss burnham sighs.

you join michael once more, letting him wrap you up in his arms, pulling you onto his lap. "you alright?" he asks quietly. "mhm. just peachy." you sigh, resting your head on his chest and trying to ignore miss burnham's look. "she giving you trouble?" he nods towards your nurse, and you sniffle slightly. "kinda, but it's okay. i'll tell you later." you say softly, not seeing michael's glares as he holds you tighter. "don't worry, she won't bother you soon enough." michael replies, practically hiding you from the staff. "she's just protective, we've been through a lot together." you mumble, wiping your eye with the ball of your palm. michael lets out a small breath at your emotional state, cradling you closer and going to kiss the top of your head. "wait, not while she's watching." you whisper, stopping michael. "why?" he furrows his brows, "because she's already suspicious of us, and romantic stuff isn't allowed here." you look at him.

"hm. i see. i'll get you later though." he teases slightly, and you giggle slightly. "c'mon, watch your movie." he says, moving one of his arms to rest behind his head. you're sitting sideways on his lap, so you could rest on him and watch the tv to avoid too much suspicion. miss burnham didn't like the position the two of you sat in, but you seemed happy, and any progress was good progress in her eyes. "this movie is so... sappy." michael mumbles to you, and you hum. "it's a classic, but nothing beats horror to he honest." you shrug. "mhm." michael agrees, his hand resting on your hip and gently stroking your thigh. "michael, she's gonna get suspicious." you say, grasping his shirt as you look up at him. "they can't stop us." he shrugs, and you fluster at his smile.

you, rest your head against him as his hand continues to caress your thigh softly, his other hand slipping between your legs. "mike-" you whisper, tensing slightly. "sh, they can only see your back so be quiet and stay still." he mumbles, acting nonchalant as his fingers rub your slit through your pants. your breath hitches as you nuzzle into his chest, fingers tightening on his shirt as he teases your clit. you let out a soft hum, voice wavering as you try to stop yourself. "shh. you don't wanna get caught do you?" michael smiles, and you whimper quietly when his hand slips into your pants.

your breathing continues to hitch as his fingertips rub fast circles on your clit, and you have to hide a small moan in his shirt. "you're such a slut, letting me do this to you." michael whispers into your ear, and you whine. "are you gonna be good for me and stay quiet or do i have to stop?" he asks, giving your clit a harsh pinch. you almost gasp at the sensation, resting your hand over michael's larger one as he continues to abuse your bud. "good slut." he whispers, "stay quiet and you can cum." he continues, eyes flickering to the screen as if he wasn't jerking you off with two members of staff in the room.

"michael please, i need more." you beg quietly, trying not to roll your hips into his hand as he chuckles softly. "such a whore for me already?" he teases, one of his fingers slipping down to your wet hole. you swallow a moan as he pushes his finger in, thumb still rubbing your clit as he curls his middle finger up into your g-spot by accident. you gasp this time, catching the attention of miss burnham. "sh." michael hisses into your ear, slowing his movements down to avoid being caught. you hum slightly, tightening your hand over his. miss burnham is still watching, you can feel it. "michael, maybe we should do this later." you mumble, looking back to the screen. "you sure?" he asks softly as he pinches your clit again just to watch you squirm.

"mmmaybe.." you arch your back, but pull it off as you just stretching before settling back. "just make it quick." you whisper, and michael instantly turns up the speed. "fuck.." you whisper, eyes fluttering closed as two more fingers slip into you whilst his thumb continues to stimulate your clit. "mm.. gonna- gonna cum soon." you whisper, grabbing his arm as his fingers roll into you, carefully so your wetness didn't make any noise. "good, cum on my fingers for me." michael replies, not even looking at you as you press your head against his collarbone. "come on, cum on my fingers like the slut you are." he prompts, and you whine as quietly as you can. "don't stop i'm so close." you try to keep quiet, biting michael's collarbone harshly as he continues to fuck you with his digits. "be a good slut and cum." he demands into your ear, and you seize up, effectively stopping his fingers as he slows his thumb down to let you ride out your high.

"fuck- that felt good.." you admit shyly, and michael chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your lips. "quick, before they see." he whispers, and you take his fingers into your mouth, suckling your cum off of them. "good slut." he teases, pulling his fingers from you to wipe off your spit on his pants. "shh." you gently slap his chest, letting him coddle you close. he chuckles slightly, not trying to stay quiet anymore since your activities ended. "get some rest, you look tired." he says softly, and you hum. "don't let me sleep too long." you say, nuzzling close before dozing off. michael looks at miss burnham, who was still staring at him. eventually, she looks away, watching the film. michael looks back to you, an adoring look in his eye as he rubs your back to soothe you into a deep sleep.

time passes slowly, and michael notices your small shuffles first. your brows are furrowed and your hands grasp the fabric of his shirt tightly as you make a small noise. at first, he didn't know what was going on, but it hit him quickly. you were having a nightmare. you hum, mumbling his name softly as you writhe slightly on his lap. "y/n, wake up." michael whispers, shaking you slightly. "mm... michael?!" you whimper, tears catching on your eyelashes. he shakes you awake quickly, hushing you. "sorry.." you sigh, sniffling. "it's alright. it happens." he says softly, tightening his hold on you. "tell me about it?" he suggests, and you shake your head. "no, i'll be alright." you huff slightly, and michael doesn't take that as an answer. "you said my name." he shrugs, and you fluster. "sorry..." you reply. "tell me what happened." he demands now, and you sigh. "it's nothing, michael, honestly." you protest, listening to his heartbeat. "tell me." he whispers, tangling his fingers with yours.

"it was... bad." you start, and michael stays quiet so you could continue. "doctor loomis was there... and he.. it was." you stammer slightly, closing your eyes with grimace. "he was kinda like... torturing you.." you breathe out, and michael hums. "that'll never happen." he says, trying to sound correct so you didn't worry when the truth was: he had no control in this hospital, and that... that terrified him. yet he couldn't worry his new darling. "i know but... it was so... surreal." you mumble, letting him squeeze your hand tightly. when you'd look back over to the tv, you saw that the movie was reaching it's climax. "i have to see what's next on my schedule..." you sigh, looking over at miss burnham who was reading a book she found nearby. you get up from michael's lap, and he follows you. "miss burnham, what's next on my schedule?" you smile at her, and she looks up and smiles back. "let me check." she says, pulling out the paper. "hmm.. aha! art therapy." she smiles, and you nod. "can-?" you can't even finish your sentence. "fine, he can come." she huffs, giving doctor addison a look. "thank you!" you chirp, leading michael to the yellow room.

"he seems to be a good influence on them." doctor addison notes, and miss burnham sighs. "mhm. i just hope there's nothing romantic going on, he is high security and i don't want them getting in trouble." she replies as the doctor approaches her. "it'll be fine. we can keep an eye on them." the doctor smiles, and miss burnham nods before leaving to follow the two of you.

"so, art therapy is quite fun for me because i get to draw what i like, how i'm feeling or what i can remember." you explain, and michael hums softly as you grab your sketchbook. "check it out, pretty neat stuff huh?" you smile, letting michael see some drawings. he hums once more, this time seemingly impressed. "good work." he offers you a small smile, handing it back to you. you grin, leading him over to your table, past doctor piers who greets you loudly. "god, who's that?" michael mumbles to you, and you sigh. "doctor piers, he's very... loud." you reply, sitting michael down in miss burnham's usual seat. "she won't mind if you sit here." you smile, kissing his cheek without thinking. michael smiles slightly as you walk away quickly to grab some art supplies, embarrassed with yourself. doctor piers approaches him, leaning on the table. "i saw that.. but i'll let it slide. it's nice to see happiness here." the bright doctor smiles, and michael huffs as he doesn't even look at the man. "not talkative huh? let me ask, do you like art?" piers continues, not catching the hint. you come back over, resting your hand on michael's shoulder to ease him from the awkward one-sided conversation.

"right... i'll leave you two to it." piers winks, walking off to his desk as miss burnham approaches. "would you like to make something, michael?" she smiles, and michael shrugs. "he can borrow a page out of my sketchbook if he wants to draw." you say, sitting down as you place your pencils down. "i'll watch." he mumbles to you, tangling his hand with what was luckily your non-dominant hand as you prepare a new page. "alright, let me know if you want to talk about any memories or anything." miss burnham smiles, sitting down and finishing her own colouring pages. michael leans against you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you sketch. "can you draw a clown?" he asks softly, his breath tickling your neck. "sure." you brush your thumb idly over his knuckles as you begin adding clown makeup to the person's features. "nice." he huffs out a laugh, lips brushing against your neck slightly. "she's right there." you whisper as quietly as you can to michael who simply shrugs. "oh well.." he mumbles, still watching you draw.

"i like watching you draw." michael says softly, "thanks. your company is nice." you reply, leaning your head against his. "wanna colour him?" you ask softy, pushing your sketchbook to michael. "uh, okay." you laugh at his unsureness. "we can pick the colours, i'm thinking yellow for his ruffle collar." you say, gently tapping the drawing. "mhm, that would look good." michael agrees, catching miss burnham's affectionate gaze that was mainly focused on you. "what about his makeup? i think red for the eyes and blue for his mouth?" you suggest and michael immediately agrees. "okay, i'll let you do it." you smile, pushing the coloured pencils to him. "okay.." he hums, taking the red pencil from the box.

you watch him trace the lines carefully before colouring it in carefully, trying not to mess up your work. it was cute to see him trying for you. "that looks great." you smile, handing him the blue pencil when he was finished with the eye makeup. "do you like clowns?" you ask softly, and michael nods. "yeah, they were always my costume for halloween." he chuckles, and you smile. "that sounds nice, i was always covered in spooky makeup instead." you laugh at the memory. michael breathes out his own laugh through his nose. you look up at miss burnham who isn't paying attention, so you shyly rested your head on michael's shoulder. he hums softly, glancing at you as he continues to colour your drawing.

"you feeling alright?" he asks quietly, and you nod against him. "i'm fine." you hum, starting to sketch something else. michael watches you as he finishes the colours on the clown, adjusting his grip on your hand slightly. you continue to gently brush his knuckles with your thumb as you sketch away, letting michael doodle in the corner with a red pencil. miss burnham gets up, patting your head gently, "art therapy is almost over, make sure nothing's left out." she says to you, moving over to doctor piers. you hum softy as she leaves, pressing slightly closer to michael as he finishes his doodle. it was a knife, and you can't help but giggle. "nice knife." you joke. "thanks." he chuckles, and you feel fuzzy inside. "come on then, i'm gonna get this all put away." you smile, standing up as you manage to slip your hand from his grip.

michael sighs, getting up to help you. miss burnham seems stressed about something, resting her palm against her forehead as she sighs. you stare for a little while longer until michael moves up against your back. "come on, let's sneak off.." he suggests, pulling you away from the two adults. you shudder at his voice, putting your sketchbook away and following him out the door. the two of you track back to doctor addison's office, and michael locks the door this time.

you smile up at him, letting him pull you close and kiss you. whimpering into his mouth, you cup his face as he backs you up against the desk. hopping up onto the desk, you let michael pull your legs around him. you hum softly, letting him grind into you. "raise your hips." he instructs, and you oblige, letting him pull your pants off. "fuck- you look so good." he mumbles, giving you another kiss as he tugs down his own pants past his hips. pressing his tip into your hole makes you moan as you lay back onto the desktop. "mm- please, please give me more-!" you beg, breath hitching as he begins thrusting. michael grunts as you squeeze around him, fucking deep into you as he leans down onto you to kiss you.

"ah- michael!" you yelp, grabbing his arms as you moan. michael hushes you, pushing your shirt up to suckle dark marks onto your tits. one of your hands find his hair as his mouth finds your nipple. you whimper, your other hand moving from his arm to rub your clit. michael's hand comes up to your throat, and you hum softly, letting him give it an experimental squeeze. instead of letting him choke you, you grab his hand, tangling your fingers with his. michael makes a small noise as you twitch around him, pinning your hand next to your head. "fuck-" he grunts, other hand finding your hip to stop you from sliding up the desk. "mm! michael!" you pant, fingers moving in fast circles over your clit, bringing you closer to your climax.

"come on, i know you're close." michael says gruffly, and you writhe under him, tightening your legs around his waist so he couldn't pull all the way out- forcing him into small yet fast thrusts. "fuck.." michael grunts, his grip on your hip bruising as he pulls you closer. he adored every little "ah" you'd let out as he fucks into you, craving more. what truly catches him off guard is the way your hand comes up to rest on his face lovingly, your other hand squeezing his tightly as you cum on his dick. your thighs spasm as you moan out his name, and michael cums too, filling you up. a few bangs on the door make you jump, and you sit up and see miss burnham and doctor addison. your nurse looks pissed, but doctor addison doesn't seem to mind all that much. "unlock the door, y/n!" she yells as you scramble to pull your pants up, michael doing the same with less worry.

"sorry miss burnham!" you reply, but she doesn't seem pleased. "come here, now!" she snaps, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. doctor addison whispers something to her that you can't hear through the door. michael brings your attention back to the room you're in by grabbing your hand tightly as he unlocks the door. as soon as the click is heard, miss burnham storms in, trying to snatch you from michael. "let go of them! you're taking advantage of their vulnerability, aren't you?!" she screeches, managing to pull you from michael's grasp and hiding you behind her. "it's not like that!" you struggle as doctor addison walks in. "now now, nurse burnham. go easy on them, teens tend to do this. you were a teenager once, weren't you?" he quirks a brow, clearly amused by the situation. "oh hush, doctor. relationships are strictly forbidden in the hospital, everyone knows that." she hisses, moving you out the door.

michael isn't pleased at all, his darling was being swept away and that made his blood boil. before you can be dragged far, michael storms after you, grabbing miss burnham's hair to shove her into the wall. she wails and falls over, ankle rolling painfully in her heels. "michael, no!" you yelp, grabbing his arm tightly to prevent him from doing anything. "don't hurt her!" you beg desperately, and michael deflates slightly, wrapping you up in his arms. "i'm sorry." he whispers, kissing the top of your head as he cradles you close. "i didn't mean to scare you." he says softly as you clutch him tightly. "miss burnham, are you okay?" you ask pulling away from michael slightly. "no! get away from him!" she demands, mascara running down her pretty face as her ankle swells. doctor addison is trying to aid her as security approach the scene. michael wants to pull you away, you can tell, but you stand your ground incase he gets into anymore trouble.

"freeze!" the man yells, pulling out a tazer. you whimper at the gun like object, memories flooding back to you. michael's hold grounds you as he hides you from the guards by pushing you up against his chest, fingers gently stroking your scalp to try and soothe you as your breathing picks up and tears drip down your face. "step away from them and put your hands up!" he demands, but michael stands his ground. "i said-!" the guard squeezes the trigger, and michael doesn't even flinch as he focuses on protecting you.

"well well, causing trouble again, mr myers?" the voice of doctor loomis steps over to the scene, his clean shoes clacking against the laminate floors. michael narrows his eyes at the man, moving away with you slightly. "c'mon, hand your little partner over and solitary won't be as bad." he says, and you look up at michael. "just go with them, i'll be in my room when you come back." you smile up at him weakly through your tears, and he seems unsure. "go on, go. i don't want you getting hurt... i promise we can see each other when you're free." you say, ushering him away. reluctantly, michael goes with doctor loomis and you sit next to miss burnham, giving her a tight hug. "i'm so sorry.." you whimper as she hugs you back. "are you alright?" she asks when you pull away, cupping your face in her hands. you nod slightly with a sniffle, helping her up and letting her lean on you as doctor addison stands. "it's probably broken, which means you'll be out of commission for a little while." he suggests, sighing. "what?! but who will take care of y/n?" her eyes widen as you help her to the staff infirmary of the hospital.

when you're in your room, you feel tired and lonely. it's been a long afternoon with doctors running around to find a new carer for you while miss burnham went home to recover. most of all, you were terrified that michael was being treated unfairly. there were sick rumours of doctor loomis mistreating patients, but you'd have to wait and see.

[smutsonian]

Hey,since your writing is amazing can I request a fic where Steve thinks u cheated on him (probably with Bucky) and decides to punish u with rough sex and then he finds out he was mistaken and tries to make it up to u but you weren't having it because trust in a relationship is very important.So it kinda becomes smut+angst (The juicer the better) Thank u💞

mutual trust

steve rogers x reader

summary: you tell steve that without trust, your relationship would always have problems

warnings: smut, angst, jealousy, slight crack fic, ahh that’s it? Tell me if i missed something. Not proofread.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i wrote two fics today how bout that? (I also cried to times so maybe that’s where I got the motivation and inspiration. Dont worry i cried because of a story and a movie) also, thank you nonnie!

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“You have to tell him!” Steve hears your harsh whisper just behind the door. Who were you talking to? Why were you hiding? 

 “Why me? He’s your problem!” Steve is surprised to hear his best friend’s voice. He hears Bucky grunt in defeat before a sound made Steve’s heart stop.

“Oh god! That’s so good!” He hears your familiar moans and he wouldn’t believe the voices in his head if it weren’t for Bucky’s words.

 “God, doll! I don’t regret this at all!” Bucky lets out a moan as well before grunting in satisfaction.

Steve listens to your harmonized moans before he decided that he has had enough for it. 

 He’s going to show everyone that you’re his. He’s going to show you and he’s going to show Bucky.

  “Oh god, I am so full!” You let out a cry before plopping on your belly on Bucky’s soft bed.

 “But I want more!” Bucky whines, licking the already clean spoon.

 You scoff at him before letting out a chuckle. 

 “How’d you think Sam will react after finding out that his tub of oh-so-delicious ice cream is gone?” You turn on your back before leaning on your elbows to look at Bucky.

 “He’s probably going to lose it. He’s a very dramatic guy.” Bucky rolls his eyes at the thought before sighing at your next words.

 “Well, too bad that you’ll be the one telling him.” You quickly stand, heading towards his door.

 “Doll, that’s unfair!” He whines once more.

 “Huh? Sorry, can’t hear ya! Gonna go to my lovely boyfriend now. See ya!” You quickly shut his door before prancing towards your shared room with Steve, your lovely boyfriend.

  “Hey, Steviee…” You quickly walk towards your boyfriend before wrapping your hand around his neck and standing on your tippy-toes to place on his lips. He would usually return it with a kiss on your nose but what he did surprised you.

 His giant hand makes its way towards your neck and the next thing you know, you’re harshly pinned against the wall that Steve’s been staring at for hours.

 “S-Stevie?” Steve’s jaw clenches at the way your innocent eyes stared at him. He should’ve known that other men would want a piece of his girl. She’s too enchanting to be ignored.

 “You’re mine. You remember that, okay?” Steve asks, voice threatening but his frown softens a little when you nod at him.

 “Good girl…” He whispers before slamming his lips on yours, tongue forcing their way into you and lapping at your helpless tongue.

 “You belong to me as much as I belong to you, I know you know that…” He grins when you start whimpering against his lips. The hand on your neck tightens slightly while his other hand finds its way up to your skirt and under your soaking panties.

 “Ahh… Is this for me?” Steve asks. 

 “This is for me, right? Not for someone else?” His voice becomes harsher and he forcefully inserts a finger and then another, prying answers from you. He needed you to assure him. He needed to know that you’re wet for him and not his best friend.

 “Y-yes, Stevie! Only you!” Your eyes roll at the sensation of Steve’s fingers and before you could even find release, his hand was pulled out of you.

 “W-What?” You yelp when you’re harshly turned, your chest pressing against the wall while Steve’s hand is now on the back of your neck while the other is rashly pulling his pants off.

 “Want you to feel all of me…” He whispers and before you know it, his cock is piercing through you without end until his full length is inside of you. Your body is trembling but Steve’s body is holding you up against the wall so you wouldn’t fall.

 “You feel me, baby? You feel me deep inside you?” His hand snakes toward your stomach, whimpering and moaning when he pushes on it to feel himself against your skin.

 “So good for me, baby… So perfect for me…” He whispers beside your ear before placing a kiss on your neck and sucking on it like his life depended on it.

 “STEVE!” You scream as he started thrusting into you harshly, making your toes curl in ecstasy. 

 “Oh my god, YES!” Your body continues to rub the wall as he continues to pistol into you but you didn’t care because right now, Steve is making you feel so good. He’s owning you and you’re liking it. He’s never usually rough but now… Now that you’ve tasted it, you didn’t know if you wanted soft Stevie back.

“You’re going to cum for me?” The hand on the nape of your neck snakes to the front so he was pulling your body against his while his other finds your clit, encouraging you to cum around his cock.

 “I can feel your greedy pussy pulsing around my cock, baby. Come on… Cum for me, baby… Milk my fucking cock…” He ruts into you a few more times before you’re crying out loud… and he’s crying out loud… You’re pretty sure that everyone in the compound can hear you but you didn’t care.

 You’re too busy feeling Steve’s liquid filling your stomach.

 “You’re mine, baby… He’ll see. Everyone will see…” He presses a kiss on your forehead as your hooded and tired eyes fluttered shut. He catches you when you pass out, your body limp in his arms as he carried you to bed. Washing you with care as if you’re the most important thing in the world. 

  You wake up feeling sore down there and on your neck but the memories of last night made you smile. Steve really just did that.

 But then you remember Sam’s ice cream and suddenly the smile left your face but a devious one replaces it. What drama will Sam put on now? 

 Feeling a little bad for letting Bucky tell Sam alone, you quickly cleaned yourself up before power walking towards the kitchen where they would probably eating breakfast.

 Your heart started thudding louder at the grunts and the sound of punches being thrown. Sam must’ve been really wanting to eat that ice cream for him to attack Bucky…

 But when you reached the kitchen, it was a scene that you didn’t expect to see. Sam was holding Steve back from getting another blow onto Bucky’s bloody face.

 “S-Stevie?” Your voice makes Steve turn his attention from Bucky to you. His glare turns into a smirk before he shrugs Sam off. He walks towards you before kissing you the same way he did last night. With possession. 

 “Stevie… What’s wrong?” You whisper after pulling away from him.

 He wraps an arm around you before pulling you closer to him. He fixes your hair so the marks he left last night is in full view for anyone, more importantly, for Bucky.

 Bucky scoffs before shaking his head at Steve.

 “You’ve got it all wrong, punk. You have to start listening before things start to get messy for you. You’re starting something you don’t wanna start--”

 “And what is that. Bucky?! You’re the one starting shit here. You’re touching something that’s not yours!”

 “For fuck’s sake, Steve! I’m not fucking your girl!” Bucky’s words made the room quiet, only Steve’s heavy breathing could be heard.

 “W-what are you talking about? Bucky? Steve?” You look at Bucky and Steve in confusion.

 “Steve’s saying that I’m making you cheat on him,” Bucky said with a glare towards his best friend.

 “Wh-Why would you think that, Steve?” Steve’s heart skips a beat at the lack of his nickname on your words.

 “I heard everything yesterday. Y-You… He was moaning in his room with you...” Steve explained and was answered by Bucky’s unamused laugh.

 “Oh, right! We were moaning about how good Sam’s ice cream was. We were deciding who’s going to tell Sam but I guess that’s out of our worries now, ain’t it, doll?” Bucky gives you a faux smile before turning back to a surprised Steve.

 “Wait… You ate my…” Sam opened the fridge and it looked like he was about to say something but he shook his head. 

 “Not the time, Sam… This is not the time…” He tells himself before looking back at the three of you.

 “Well, it’s all just a misunderstanding… We can all just forget about it and--” He was cut off by your big movements. You pried Steve’s arm away from you as you stepped back with a look on your face. Whatever it was, Steve didn’t like it.

 “Y-you think I’m cheating on you? But you just… Last night…” Your eyes widened in realization and Steve shook his head immediately, knowing what you’re thinking.

 “I can’t believe you! W-What were you trying to accomplish, Steve?! You did all that just to prove a point?! And there I thought you were actually doing it for me, you asshole!” You cried before turning towards Bucky. 

 “I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. I didn’t know that I wasn’t allowed to enjoy some time with my friends.” You sob before turning towards Sam.

 “I’ll replace your ice cream, Sam… I’m sorry as well…” The guys watch as you let out a tired sigh while Steve tried to reach for you.

 “Baby… It’s not like that! I-I did it for you! For us!” Steve pulled you into a hug, refusing to let you go. Refusing to let you walk out of his life.

 Sam gave Bucky a look and then they walked out of the kitchen, giving you and Steve some privacy.

 “You don’t trust me enough that you’d think I’d cheat on you?” Your voice was broken and Steve’s heart couldn’t bear it.

 “No! I mean, yes… I trust you, baby! I just don’t trust Bucky with you! I don’t trust anyone with you! People would do anything to take you away from me and, and--”

 “And you don’t trust me enough that you think that I’ll let them take me away from you? Do I make you feel like that? Am I doing things that make you think that I’ll do that to you?” You cry as he shakes his head.

 “No, baby… It’s just me being… me. I’m being ridiculous, I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for being an asshole. Please, forgive me.”

 “You don’t trust me, Steve. There will always be a problem if you don’t trust me, Steve….” Your voice started to become dismissive and it scared Steve endlessly.

 “I-I know… I know, baby… I’ll be better. Please. I trust you. I fucking do! I’m just scared, okay? I don’t want anyone taking you away from me. It’s not just Bucky, okay… That was a mistake. I know you two would never do anything like that. There’s just always a threat when I’m around and I don’t trust myself to be able to protect you all the time. I love you too much and I can’t afford to lose you, okay? Baby, I fucking love you too much…” He starts to cry as well, his hold on you becoming tighter and desperate.

 “You have to start trusting me, Steve… I know what I’m getting into and I won’t let anything happen to me, to you, or to anyone else here. You have to start trusting me, Stevie. If we want this to work, you’ll have to trust me…”

 Steve eagerly nodded, his chin hitting your head slightly, finally glad to hear that nickname again.

 “I promise. I fucking promise. I’m sorry for being a fucking asshole. There’s no excuse and I will forever be making up for it.” He pulls away to look at your face, slightly feeling better at the now loving look on your face.

 “I’m just hoping that you trust me enough to give me a second chance…” He tilts his head to the side, smiling sadly yet cheekily at you.

 “That’s the thing, Stevie…” You sighed exasperatedly as you looked down at the floor.

 Steve’s heart shattered at the action. Were you going to deny him? Leave him?

 His heart stopped when you turn to look at him with a teasing smile.

 “I’ve always trusted you. Until now, I trust you with my life and my heart but please… For the love of Sam’s delicious ice creams…. Would you please just trust me? Trust your friends… Not everyone is out to do you wrong, Stevie…” You smile at him before letting him pull you back in his arms, your arms wrapping around his big frame.

 “Thank you. And do trust you, baby. I promise to not be a coward anymore…” He chuckles before kissing the top of your head, whispering endless thanks for taking him back.

 “You won’t regret it…” Steve whispered.

 “Yeah, but she’ll regret eating my ice cream!” Sam’s voice was heard followed by an ‘ow’ when Bucky slaps his head.

 “Glad to have you back, punk.” He grins at Steve as Steve smiles at him apologetically. 

 “Sorry…” Steve whispers as they too shared a hug.

 “Just treat your girl right, punk.” Bucky smiles at Steve then at you.

 “I will,” Steve replied assuringly before pulling you closer to him. He’ll do anything and everything for you.

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[letarasstuff]

When everybody turns into an oracle

Summary: Nothing puts more pressure on you than other people teling you your grade will be perfect, because behind that stands so much more than a number on a sheet of paper. Same goes for Spencer's daughter.

Warnings: School, grades, angst (there is fluff and a badass moment), fear of failure/disappointing someone

Wordcount: 1.5k

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“I really pooped this quiz. What about you, (Y/N)?” Before the teenager is able to answer, another classmate comes up from behind the two. “She’ll get a 100, like always.”

“I-I don’t know. Question two and three really got me there, I’m just happy to pass it.” The little group of people around her groans.

“You always say that.” “And get a perfect score”, the first one adds, “Just stop to make us look bad, because we really do have to worry about passing this class. What do you have to worry about? Getting straight A’s like that. I really want your problems.”

(Y/N) just keeps it quiet. She stopped a long time ago trying to defend herself. ‘I am on my way to the BAU’, she shoots a text to her father and exits the school building. Today she doesn’t take the train. There are too many noises and all she wants is some peace.

The words of her classmates echoes through her head. Yes, she always has a good score and she intends to keep it up. She is just doing her best, right? Her problems have to be still valid, don’t they?

“Ahh, Wonder Baby. I thought you forgot about us and decided you are too cool to hang out with us”, Derek calls out after her as soon as he spots his godchild. “Nah, Uncle Derek. Nobody can be too cool to hang out with you. I just hadn’t had much time because of school work. But there are only two weeks left before spring break starts and the only thing I have to do now is waiting for my results.”

“Right, Spencer told us you are stressing yourself out about those. Your last quiz was today, wasn’t it? The one you dread the most apparently?” Emily joins the conversation. “Uh, I did. But don’t get your hopes up too high, I really don’t have a clue what I did there. The grade can range between passed to 100.”

“Naw, Smartypants, you say that every time. What are you afraid of? Telling us you are real smart? Don’t be humble, we work with your father. We know how to handle geniuses.” Derek isn’t exactly helping her with that. (Y/N) just turns red and tries to change the subject. “Uh, no. Another thing: Where is Dad?”

“Spencer went to pick some reports from the M.E. in D.C. who helped us on the last case. He should be back in half an hour. But Penelope wants to see you, something about trying new vegan cookies she baked last night”, JJ informs (Y/N) as she passes the group to drop some files off.

For the remainder of the day the teenager hides out in the lair, blocking any human reaction out with her earphones. She just can’t handle any more insensitive stuff like earlier. Later her father picks her up to go home together.

“So, Emily told me you didn’t do well on your test today? Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, choosing his words carefully as he prepares dinner with his daughter sitting at the kitchen table and watching him. The doctor knows the pressure created by asking his daughter about school related topics.

“I don’t know. Everyone keeps telling me I’ll get a perfect score and I think it’s admirable that all of them turn out to be able to look into the future. How do they know better than me what I get?”

It’s months of pent up stress and anxiety finally making its way up to the surface. (Y/N) tries to fight the tears down. “I really don’t understand this. I get asked how I did, I tell them I don’t feel good about the test and then they talk over me every single time. And when I say I don’t know it, I say it to not get anybody’s hope up high. I don’t want to disappoint anybody.” Finally tears stream down the teenager’s cheeks.

“Oh Sweetheart”, Spencer makes his way over to her and engulfs his daughter in a hug. “Shhh, don’t cry. I know it’s incredibly difficult to live up to their expectations, but you don’t need to. You don’t need to impress them, because their opinion doesn’t matter. Neither your classmate’s, your teacher’s nor the team’s. Not even mine should be important to you. Also, it doesn’t matter what you do, I’ll always be so proud of you, words can’t even describe it. There is literally nothing you can disappoint me with. You pushed and still push through so much crap and still you don’t fail to amaze me. You can never fail to amaze me. You can fail any class and become a professional card counter, I’ll still be proud to be your father. Please don’t cry over something you shouldn’t care about.”

They remain like this for several minutes, grasping each other until (Y/N)’s tears eventually die down. “I just want to be something more than just the smart girl with the good grades. I don’t want to feel like a two dimensional side character in a show, only there to provide the main characters with knowledge. I don’t want to be Velma, River Song, Frozone or Domino from Deadpool 2. I don’t want to be overlooked like this anymore.”Finally talking about her deepest insecurities lets her feel like a weight is lifted off her shoulders.

“And you are so much more”, Spencer encounters, “Some people just choose to ignore it, because you are so much more than their small brain with a low capacity is able to comprehend. They just pick the trait they understand the easiest. But never stop being you. Stay loud, stay complicated and, if you want to stay, uncomfortable for them. The right people will take the time and effort to get to know the real you, not just a copy others think you are. I know, it takes a great amount of patience to wait for them, but it’s worth it in the end. You hear me?”

(Y/N) looks up at her father, a small smile forming on her face. He would walk to the end of the world if it means to see it. “I hear you, Dad. Thank you so much.”

This night the teenager doesn’t get a lot of sleep. There are many thoughts that want to be, well, thought through. Still she wakes up and goes to school with a new amount of confidence.

This sadly only lasts until her first period. The teacher, one who is typically known for grading student’s work pretty fast, gives back yesterday’s quizzes. A small tumoult ensues as everyone compares their scores with each other.

(Y/N)’s anxiety rises into the unmeasurable until her teacher puts down her worksheet without a word. Confused she looks at the B- sitting at the dotted line, where the grade is supposed to be.

Now, a B- isn’t bad or anything, but she spots several answers her teacher didn’t tick as right or wrong. He must have oversaw them. Deciding to ask him about it after class, she puts it away and focuses on the material he is teaching.

So there she is, waiting for other classmates asking their questions regarding the quiz until it’s her turn. Meanwhile her lab partner Masey comes up to the teenager. “And, how did you do?”

“Uh, I got a B- bu-” “Oh my god, I’m better than the class nerd. I’m better than The Brain. Casey, I got a higher score than (Y/N)! I think you, too! Wow, I didn’t know I’m that smart. But no worries, (Y/N). I can explain this unit to you later, so you can do better next time.” This is the final straw for her.

“Hold on a sec, Masey. I’ll get that A, because Mr Harries didn’t see some of my answers. And just for your information: I didn’t ask you about your grade last time, because I knew you would poop that one after trying to explain it to you for four times while I got another A. Like every single time until now. Stop trying to appear cleverer than you are, it doesn’t suit you as much as these pants don't, because they are at least two sizes too small.”

The line finally moves up and (Y/N) is able to show Mr Harries his mistakes. He apologizes profusely, admitting that he maybe was too tired to grade these last quizzes and rewrite the B- to an A.

With her head held high she walks past her classmates, a content smile on her face.

It may be a long road to accept that you can’t be perfect and your grades don’t have to be, but forget this for a second and appreciate the feeling you get proving someone wrong like this.

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[ihatebnha]

I hope you’ve been able to rest up caitie as I’ve seen that life has been a little loser towards you :( I read that you almost decided to leave and I got sad for a second but then saw that you’re going to stay. But I think either way, whether or not you moved I would’ve respected that decision of yours, but I’m also elated that you’ve decided to stay <3 making bakugo give you a forehead kiss rn and hopefully after the kittens go to their new homes you get to rest and take a break from your relatives

Also it doesn’t really matter to me if you went back to the way you were during the pandemic, you’re still caitie to me, but that’s just me talking, love you lots <3

AAAA THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO SEND TO YOU IM SORRY

- omen

Ahh omen!!! Thank for this lovely message, though when are your messages not lovely?

Unfortunately I actually still am considering moving blogs, though (I hope) you’ll be happy to know that if/when I do, i wont be leaving the community entirely, it will just be a new space where I will hopefully continue writing/posting and/or answering any asks that I’m lucky enough to get!!!

I know you say you don’t mind that things aren’t the same, it’s just… I do, in the sense that I’ve always held myself to an extremely high standard here that I’m tired of striving for… so to maintain the integrity of this space that I’ve pushed myself so hard to create, I think it would just feel better to rebrand in a place that is entirely separate. Idk.

But! As I mentioned, I cried thinking about posting my goodbye note, so… I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet, even tho I have set up the would-be blog. I’ve actually been considering dropping the name just because I’ve been using it as my own personal Twitter lately… but again, I’m not sure how many people would care (which is fine btw. If I were u I wouldn’t LOL).

Anyway… that’s all to say… please don’t be sad for me! I love you and tumblr and probably won’t be going anywhere you won’t be able to find. I do appreciate the respect a TONNNNN though the elation and your explanation makes me feel even happier (no matter what ends up happening). Sometimes I just feel so disconnected from the way people think/feel about me (much less blogs in general), so it’s hard to tell what will really happen when trying to make decisions.

Blah blah blah, otherwise though… kittens are officially off to be adopted, family will be gone after this weekend… and today (now yesterday), I spent the whole day on the couch… so I’m definitely getting okay-er and there’s no need to waste anymore hope on me!!!

I’m obviously hoping you’re well also, tho!!! I really appreciate the opportunity you’ve given me to talk all this out, whether you read it all or not… so please give yourself a big ol’ hug and from me for it.

Don’t forget I love u lots and LOTS, and now that I’ve had my bakugo kiss, I’m sending him right back so u get one too. Thank u for everything, as always!!!🖤🖤🖤

[cryonme]

ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀᴍꜱ

PART ONE. aaron hotchner x reader

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There’s a serial killer going after women that look just like you, and when you find yourself at the Unsub’s address long before the rest of the team, you go in alone. Despite Hotch’s orders.

word count- 1.9k

tw- implied sexual assault, violent themes, guns, blood, LOTS of tears

a/n- hi babies! this is my first criminal minds imagine ahh. I've been watching the show ever since I was like 14, but I’ve been really binging it lately and I got the push to write for it! I’m really excited about this and I hope you all love it! There is going to be a part two, which is gonna focus on (Y/N)’s recovery and her getting back into the field! I always appreciate reblogs and feedback xx

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“(Y/L/N), the Unsub is going after women that look just like you, you are not to go in there alone, do I make myself clear?”

“Hotch-”

“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”

You flinched and pulled your phone away from your ear, pursing your lips in annoyance.

“Crystal.” You hung up the phone and threw into the passenger seat, your body raging with annoyance for your boss. Him and the team wouldn’t be there for another 20 minutes and you were running out of time. The latest victim went missing yesterday, and according to the pattern, her body would be found in just a couple of hours, at the crack of dawn.

You cracked your fingers and your neck, growing impatient. You knew Hotch trusted you, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the two of you had gotten involved and now he’s holding you back. You tried to tell yourself he only cared, that he was only concerned, that he loved you, and on one hand, he did have a point. This man was going after women who have the exact same build and features as you, but you had a job to do. Both of you agreed to not let your feelings get in the way, and here he was, holding you back, and potentially putting an innocent woman in danger.

You sighed and rested your head on the steering wheel, when you heard a blood curdling scream. Your head shot up and you immediately adjusted your vest and pulled out your gun and flashlight, wasting no time storming into the house.

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“We’re down the street, are you ready?” Hotch asked, not turning his head toward Emily in the passenger seat next to him. He was rushing, he told you not to go into the house but something in his gut is telling him that you did anyway. You had separated from Derek when there were two possible leads presented at the same time, both of you agreeing it would be faster to split up. You were alone when Garcia called with an address, and a lot closer than everyone else.

“Ready.”

The team pulled up to the house and Hotch felt every muscle in his body tense when he saw your car door open. You had gone into the house.

He wasted no time, not even bothering to turn off the car or close the door.

“(Y/N)’s in there with no back up.” He said frantically.

No one said a word, just all shared worried glances and immediately made their way to the front door, Hotch taking the lead and kicking the door down.

“FBI!” He yelled out, pointing his gun and flashlight in all directions.

“Morgan, Prentiss, take the upstairs. Reid, Rossi, and I will cover downstairs.

Everyone nodded before dispersing to their assigned areas of the house.

Hotch’s mind was wandering to places it shouldn’t be. What if you were dead? He couldn’t see it. He wasn’t ready-

“FBI, put the gun down!”

Morgan.

They were upstairs.

The three men downstairs rushed to the stairs, running up with guns drawn, coming up behind their teammates. The Unsub had his gun pointed to the head of a woman who looked just like you, but you weren’t in sight. Hotch let his eyes wander around the poorly lit, dirty room, until they stopped on you, and he had to hold back a sob.

He wasn’t listening as Reid talked down the Unsub, he wasn’t listening when Emily fired off a gunshot to his shoulder, letting the woman go. He wasn’t listening when Derek yanked him off the floor in handcuffs, handing him over to Rossi so he could escort him to the police. He wasn't listening when Reid and Emily ran toward the girl checking her over for injuries and handing her into the care of the paramedics. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears, and all he could see was you.

Once the Unsub waa gone, he fell to his knees in front of you.

You were tied to a pole, duct tape over your mouth and your hands and feet restrained, there was blood trickling down your face and you were beaten badly. The Unsub must have focused all of his attention on you when you entered the house.

His hands fumbled to untie your restraints, but he was shaking too much and couldn’t do it. Spencer kneeled down next to him and got to work on your restraints, letting his hands rest on your face. His eyes raked over your body, checking for any other serious injuries, when they froze on your torso, soaked in blood.

“Wake up, baby. Please. God, please wake up!”

As soon as you were untied your limp body slumped against him and he laid you down, your head resting on his lap, his shaking hands reaching for your neck, checking for a pulse.

“She- she’s alive!” He yelled, throwing off his jacket to press against your torso, not bothering to thank Emily when she rushed over to hold it for him. He stroked your hair and your face gently, trying his best to wake you up but not startle you.

Your eyes fluttered and you groaned, turning your head to the side, closer to him.

“Hey, baby. I need you to keep your eyes open for me, okay?”

Your eyes were still fluttering, and you tried your best to keep them open for more than a second.

“M’so tired.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know but you have to stay awake just a little bit longer for me, yeah? I can’t lose you, please.”

The team watched helplessly, Emily decided you needed more encouragement, and spoke up from her position next to you, still applying pressure to your abdomen, her tears falling freely from her eyes.

“Hey, girl. You gotta hold on for us, alright? We need you.”

Reid felt a tear fall down his cheek, and he turned his face to watch the window for the ambulance, not being able to watch any longer.

Derek couldn’t contain his anger with himself, he had let you go alone. Knowing that sick bastard was going after women just like you, and he let you go alone. He turned and slammed his fists into the wall, letting out a cry. You had to be okay.

Rossi was downstairs with the police, he had helped the first girl in the ambulance, but they had only been prepared for one person. His heart was aching as he could hear the cries of his team upstairs.

“(Y/N), can I carry you downstairs to get to the ambulance faster?” Derek asked as he calmed himself down, he didn’t think Hotch’s body would make it far without collapsing in worry and sadness.

Your eyes were wide and you grabbed Hotch’s arm, “Don’t” You sucked in a breath, “Don’t leave-”

“It’s okay, I’m not leaving you, okay? Morgan’s gonna take you downstairs, I’ll be right behind you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head.

“I love- I love you.”

Hotch continued to sob, “I love you, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Derek gently took you from his arms, hoisting you up and hurrying you down the stairs as he could begin to hear the distant sirens. “I’m so sorry, babygirl. I’m so sorry.”

+

If you’ve ever wondered how much a psychopathic killer can do to you in 20!minutes, the answer is a lot.

It’s been one week since you went into the house alone, and you were cleared to go home today. The team came to see you every day, and Hotch never left your side. He cried when you woke up, burying his face into your neck and leaving soft kisses. You didn’t want him to stop touching you, but you felt empty, you couldn’t reciprocate, you couldn’t speak, you just laid there as the love of your life cried tears of relief over you, holding you close to him.

You didn’t speak when Derek cried and apologized for leaving you alone, you couldn’t tell him it wasn’t his fault.

You didn’t speak when Dave kissed your head and told you he was happy you were still with them.

You didn’t speak when Reid smiled and grabbed your hand, stray tears falling down his face.

You didn’t speak when Garcia rushed into the room and held your face.

You didn’t speak when JJ threw her arms around you.

You didn’t speak when Emily held you, telling you she didn’t know what she’d do if you didn’t make it.

You didn’t speak on the ride home with Hotch, despite him telling you Jack couldn’t wait to see you.

When Aaron caught on that you weren’t going to show emotion for a long time, he called Jessica to tell her it was best that Jack stayed with her for a while, he didn’t want him seeing you that way.

Once you arrived home, you let him help you out of the car and inside. He led you up the stairs into your bedroom. He decided it was best for him to stay with you at your place, not wanting you to be alone, but also wanting you to be in your own home. Once you were showered and in a clean pair of pajamas, tucked away in bed, your cat jumped up on the bed rubbing her face against yours and purring, before flopping down and falling asleep at your side.

Hotch watched as you just laid there, propped up against your pillows, staring at the wall.

“(Y/N).”

“I can still feel his hands.” You whimpered and his heart squeezed in his chest.

“Everywhere.” You finally let out the sob you had been holding in since you first woke up and saw Hotch fast asleep in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to you.

He was by your side immediately, pulling you close to him, and you wrapped your arms around him, finally receiving the comfort you’ve been desperately craving.

“I’m sorry.” You cried, choking on your own breath and sobs. “I’m so sorry. It’s n-not Derek’s fault, it’s mine. It’s my fault.”

Hotch shut his eyes in pain, this was no one’s fault but the sick man who did this to you.

“It’s not your fault either, (Y/N).”

“I didn’t listen, I should’ve listened to you.” Your muffled voice cried against his chest.

“You did what any of us would’ve done. Yes, it ended badly, and I will tell you to never do that again, but we’re here now. Don’t dwell on it, sweetheart.”

You just continued to cry and inch impossibly closer to him.

“I’m not going to lie to you and say that you’re okay. You’re not, and you probably won’t be for a long time. But you’re safe, and I am here for you every step of the way. There won’t be one second that you’re alone. You’re gonna get through this baby, I promise.”

You continued to cry and hold onto him as you fell asleep, your breaths starting to even out until your body relaxed against his. He situated the both of you so you both were more comfortable, but still in each other’s embrace. Your cat purred and resituated herself in between your legs. The road to recovery was going to be long, but all he could think about right now was how relieved he was to have you home, in his arms.

[hoe4hotchner]

I’m not a homewrecker. I’m not a homewrecker. I’m not a homewrecker. I’m not a homewrecker.

I swear if this man doesn’t love me up soon, I will die!

(Stories from the past two days of work about me and my boss under the cut. And one just from work.)

Okay, so first of all, let’s talk about the thing I mentioned where he had to kind of reassure me because I got somewhat anxious yesterday at work.

I absolutely hate confrontations, like a lot lot. And there were these two customers that couldn’t get along at all. An elderly man was standing right against the customer in front of him, and she had repeatedly had to tell him to back away and create some distance because she didn’t feel comfortable and he refused every single time. When I stepped in I tried to resolve it by telling him to go to my register and I would serve him as the next customer. He refused, again. So I mumbled to the lady that I would go call security, since that was not acceptable covid or not.

Well, I couldn’t get hold of the guards, then I tried the house manager for the day, ZILCH. In the end, I call my boss, hoping that he was still at work and when he thankfully answered I was like: “If it’s possible can you get up here or at least get in contact with the house manager, we have a customer that’s making another customer uncomfortable.” I feel like he could sense my tone pitching slightly up cause he said that he would be there as quickly as he could.

Well, both customers left before he managed to get up to us. And I explained the situation and said that I saw him head for another coworker of mine, which prompted my boss to want to make sure that he wasn’t harassing other people.

But before he left he stopped in his tracks, looking me in the eyes dead seriously, and was like: “Are you okay?” Probably since my distress was showing (stumbling over my words, slightly shaking hands, you know the drill)

My response was: “Yeah, thank you. Just tired, that’s all.” And his whole face fucking lit up like a child on Christmas before he then proceeded to tell me that he would talk to customer service so we could call them if the man decided to come back (since they can come to the rescue in 30 seconds roughly)

Besties!!! He gave me a nickname today. I think he just stumbled over his words or slipped up cause he rarely calls people by things other than their name. I was opening up our serving counters and he stopped me as I was walking out of our cold room. It’s not like it isn’t a nickname I’ve head before, cause I have:

“Rebexs, (the section chiefs name) has granted us 20k more for our salary budget for the pizza. Do you want some of those?” 

Besties I nearly swooned, but I said yes. Like a fucking maniac cause i barely have any days off to begin with.

Then later on in the day he came to check up on me since I had the worst station in all of the house. He even asked if I needed help or if I was missing something. I forgot everything that I actually needed help with and said no. He’s just so big and tall and AHH! I just wish he wasn’t married and maybe only 10 years older than me so it wouldn’t be weird!

Any way, I still had a broken ice cream machine when he left.

Blargh! This is not about my boss, but it just makes me so annoyed. The coworker of mine who’s been working at the store for 47 years is the biggest bully in the world.

I had to chop some tomatoes and over estimated how many I needed to cut, so I used our tomato slicer instead of a regular knife. After I had cleaned it and was about to put it back on its spot, she looked at me with such venom in her words like: “Do you really use that for such a small amount. They get soggy from using it” WHICH is not true at all, she just isn’t there when he usually cut tomato slices.

Anyway I’m glad that apparently she’s slowly starting to retire this summer.

Okay okay okay, last story. I figured out the dates for those pizza shifts my boss asked me about and I sent him a whole notes app screen shot of maybe 20 something dates and he replied with the words: Konge! (which technically means king, but we use it as a way to say “Ah, that’s awsome”).

[alvhiedeir]

Little Red Elf

Thor X Reader

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This is longer than intended and quite different than requested and I have no excuse than my lack of discipline but I hope this is good enough

You are seriously thinking about investing on a security camera.

No, it wasn't that you were worried about being robbed. It's was being, 'gifted'.

In an almost daily basis, different items would make it's way to your doorstep. Black roots, hyacinth, hellebores, poppies and other herbs that would usually not grow around the area. It was nice, that was the first thought you had. You were no Circe, the great witch of Aiaia, but such ingredients could and did help greatly with your draughts. So as much as this occurrence should startle you, you brushed it off as the doing of one of your friends working for Lord Osanyin who would usually send you samples of anything new. You figured business was just doing better than usual for her to give you this much.

Two weeks, it continued on. When you rise for the day, there would be a neatly placed bundle of herbs or plant on your front steps. Always perfectly centered. And for two weeks, you accepted each and everything in such giddiness.

That is until you until today.

"I haven't been given you anything, (y/n)," She turned away from the selves she was organizing and continued, "it's been pretty busy lately for the last month with the arrival of new supply from Asia."

Her answer gave you a sudden feeling of uneasiness.

"Then who," your voice trailed, dragging the weariness and alert in the air. Your friend was quick to catch the shift of your mood.

"But think about it," she placed the bottle she was holding and walked towards you, "those herbs are rare and what are the chances of a random miscreant obtaining it?"

It eased your nerves a bit to hear her words.

"Or maybe, you finally have an admirer even if your always holed up in your home!"

She laughed at the jesting glare you sent.

"Like you're any better, cat lady."

"Hey! Having four cats does not count as being a cat lady!"

"Sure, whatever you say."

You shared a laugh, the tension thinning out. After saying a few words, she went back to the counter to pack the herbs that you bought, the reason why you were there in the first place.

"You bought quite a lot. What is it for anyway?"

"Loki wanted some draughts to "bring entertainment around this damn boring halls", his words not mine."

She laughed, commenting how it sounded just like him. She handed you the carefully packed products, with a small purple ribbon tied on the basket as she always did for you.

Just as you're about to leave she called out.

"If you're still disturb about the whole mysterious gifts, why don't you try staying up to see who it is?" You thanked her for her suggestion and concern and with a wave, headed back home.

To say the least, her suggestion was not very successful.

After you went home, you got started on the ordered draughts and by the time the moon greeted the sky, your eyes were already heavy. Being stubborn, you stayed sitting in your kitchen, chair facing the window to see if anyone or anything would past by.

The minutes were slow and before you knew it, the sun has reclaimed its place. And there was yet another gift. A freshly uprooted crab apple tree that barely passes as an adult. How in the world did they get this one?

Another week fast approached and the gifts arrived just as fast. Cornel bark, elecampane, silver fir, the list goes on. Each night, you attempt to desperately stay awake to catch but a glimpse would always end up with you succumbing to sleep. It didn't matter if it was for hours or a mere minute, by the moment your eyelids flutter open, it was already there. Perfectly centered as always, in an almost mocking way.

"You missed us again", you could hear the ridicule from it.

As days flutter, the gifts and your frustrations would only intensify. One time it was antlers from a dear Australia. The other day it was the tusk of a bore. Yesterday it was the blood of steed. The last one made you panic a bit, but thankfully in came only in a small vial. It eased your nerves, albeit slightly that the animal was minimally harmed.

You tried sleeping in the morning so that so that you could roam at night. But when you rise from your chair for a drink or to go the toilet, the sneaky bastard have already placed another gift. You went as far as sitting on your doorstep for the whole night, but even that didn't help. The gift was on your window.

You were at your wits end with this "Persistent Santa" shenanigans (it was your friend who called them that. It was that or creepy-pile-of-dung-that-had-to-much-time). Whoever they were, they are good.

You sighed tiredly again, the dark bags proving Your fruitless efforts.

"Wow, you look miserable!" You silently snapped at the voice, too sleepy to argue but to proud to ignore it. His laugh was laugh, always happy to see others demise.

"Just give me the money, Loki." You impatiently thrust the basket full of draughts to him, eager to leave and maybe sleep for a few days.

"Aren't you greedy." The more he teases you, the more punching him right in the face became an increasingly good option. As if reading your voice, he raised his hands in mock surrender.

" I would pay you, but," he dragged his voice as floated closer to you, "I dont have my money right now. And the old man is calling me so can you wait a few minutes for me?" He smiled, oh-so-mockingly sweet at you.

A tomato would have been jealous of the tint of your check. The itching call for violence is now an unignorable howler. But before you can give in, the god of mischief is already pushing you into one of the rooms, claiming your silence as agreement. In a blink, you were in a well decorated room. The walls were cream in color and golden leaves decorated the corners. Threre were shelves of book against one side of the wall and-

"Wait a minute." Snapping out of your trance, you shouted, voice filled with vile, "Loki!"

But sadly, it came too late and the door have already been shut and only his feint mocking voice telling "enjoy!" Was heard from the other side.

You could sighed, pity for your own predicament. Moving towards one of the shelves with a colorful string of curse words following, you might sa well entertain yourself with something. The books were more old, and probably cost more than your soul. Each one was placed neat and organized, neither a speck or spot of dust could be seen. But one particular book caught your eye.

With a gentle finger, you traced the gold imprints on its spine.

Herbs, Medicine and Witchcraft

Unlike everything else, this one book was placed different. It was pulled slightly forward, as if recently placed back but someone else other than the organizer. When you pull it out, you also noticed the small, almost miniscule dirt on its cover. But other than that, it was nothing special.

"I didn't think they'll have this kind of book."

You sat down and flipped on a random page. It was filled with information about different plants that can be used for both medicine and, surprisingly witchcraft. It included their typical use, characteristics, side effects and their locations. And it was very specific too.

"I wonder if I can borrow this."

Page upon page was flipped, despite the fascination dwelling in you, drowsiness became unbearable. It was just so quiet and peaceful here. Maybe a few minutes won't hurt, right?

"Loki will be there for a while anyway. Might as well." Your reasoning seemed to make sense with your tired eyes and you rest your head. Not even bothered by the fact that you used the book as your pillow.

It'll just be few minutes anyway.

It wasn't a few minutes.

Slowly, your eyelids fluttered as consciousness begin to come back. You sighed contently, that nap certainly helped with your mood. You buried your nose deeper into the soft cloth you leaned on and inhaled. It smelled like fresh lilacs and the sun.

Wait, cloth?

You lifted your head and saw, indeed there was a neatly folded cloth on the place of the book. It was pale apricot, almost faded white and now that you are looking properly, it was a short robe?

"I starting to think you were not going to wake up."

Do you know the sound of a startled walrus with a respiratory disease? Imagine that, but worse. That how you sounded as you whipped your head in surprise to the voice. Right beside you was the god of thunder himself, Thor. The difference in size between him and the chair he was resting on was almost comical. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact you want to live a longer.

"He-hello Thor-sama." Damnit, what did you stutter?

He casted his eyes sideways to acknowledge your greeting, glacing right back into reading afterwards.

Looking yourself, it was then you noticed the book he was reading was the one you were previously sleeping on.

"It didn't seem like you were using it," his voice was monotone as for usual, "aside as a pillow, that is."

Ahh, the sheer pleasure of being swallowed by the ground right now would be nice.

"Ah! That- I! Yes..." You simply stared at your lap instead, fist clenched tightly on top. Better to stay quiet that to embarrass yourself further.

Thor was in between being an acquaintance and  a work friend. Neither of you talked much, aside from greetings and small talk but was more than used to his presence with the number of times you had to deliver things to Loki, enough so that you don't have to tremble everytime you meet.

But sitting this close, in a close space, alone, this was definitely the first time.

And it'll be the last if you're not careful.

The silence was suffocating, for you at least. You have almost jumped in your sit when he flipped a page in the book.

A minute passed and you are so closed to jumping out of the window. The room was too quiet. Making small talk won't be bad at times like this right?

"It's a nice book."

Wow. If you could, you would have hit yourself in the back of your head. Great thinking, really.

He merely nodded and the silence dragged once again.

"There's a lot of useful information in it."

Stop, just stop. Please stop digging your own grave.

"That's why it's a shame to be drooled on."

"I do not drool!"

In the distant, the sound of funeral bells rang clear in your head. The life you lived was good. Your friend will remember what flower you wanted to be placed on your coffin, and she can have your house, maybe even your-

Before you could complete your will, you heard a smallest of chuckle from the other god.

Huh?

You stared at Thor and sure enough, there's the tiniest arch in his lips. His eyes remains on the pages but - shit - has he always been this pretty?

Between the brief greetings and quick glances, it was hard to appreciate his beauty. Though mostly blank, his face was clear and smooth. Not a single blemish as one might expect from a god who knew battlefield as his home. He was no Aphrodite nor comparable to Paris, but he himself held a beauty of his own. You couldn't quite decide on if it was the light from the window or it was simply him that was glowing?

His neck flexed in the smallest notion as he read. The muscles of his shoulders were relaxed against the table.

Heavens. Those muscles.

You blushed on your thoughts. You tear your eyes away from his physique, the wooden table suddenly very interesting.

"It is rare to see you without Mjolnir, Thor-sama."

"I don't bring him when I read."

"Him?" The question lingered on your head. Was Thor one of 'those' people?

"Do you read often?"

"No."

"Are you interested in herbal medicine?"

"No."

"Is that so?" Your answer was awkward just as the air around you. But to the very least, the tension have eased out knowing that he didn't  obliterate you so far.

"Um, Thor-sama?"

Curse you and your need to fill in the silence.

"May I ask why you are reading a book about witchcraft? You do not seem the type to be interested in it." Realizing what you said was potentially insulting, you quickly apologized, eyes wide as you tried to explain. "Not that you don't look like it! What I mean is, um, - that." You stumbled over your own words with nervousness but he simply kept his eyes in the book, barely even glancing at you.

"... give you." His voice made you stop with your gibberish. Catching only the tail-end of his words, you looked at him questioningly. Only then did you realize that it has almost been a minute since he flipped a page, almost as if your question startled him as well.

"Ma-may you repeat that?"

There was a short pause before his answer came.

"So that I know what to give you."

Furrowed brows and confused eyes marked your features.

"So that I know what to give you."

His words repeated in your head, like an stubborn echo inside a cavern.

"I know what to give you."

"Give you."

"Give."

Oh shit.

"You're the Persistent Santa?!" The chair you previously sat on collided with the floor with a loud "thud". Hands planted heavily against the table, you casted accusing eyes to him.

Before any other words were uttered, your senses made its way back to your head like a harsh slap of water. You just yelled at the strongest Norse god. You might as well have dug your own hole and painted your tombstone.

But all fear and confusion left you as you stare at the fore mentioned god. He was not glancing down anymore but instead his eyes found its place opposite of your direction. And if one would look close, really intently stared, the faintest of red could be seen blooming in his cheeks.

"He-he's blushing."

Thor is blushing.

"You shouldn't be shouting here." His voice did not have the same air of threat and authority it usually holds. If your ears were right, it almost sounded like he was embarrassed.

Silently picking up the fallen chair, you sat down with your eyes burning holes the robe infront of you. Which you have almost forgotten was there.

Thinking back to the times you interacted with him, one word would usually come to mind. Quiet. He would acknowledge your presence or sometimes even greet you during the times you bump into one another but has never to made a conversation. Compared to Loki, you have always figured that maybe he was just more refined.

It wasn't until you heard his tale from your friend that you have gathered a sort of fear towards him. You knew how gods are, how vile and wrathful they are. And a god of his caliber could wipe you with a single flicker of his finger.

You would now bow and act more politely to him. Going as far as trying to avoid any contact with him.

But now sitting a mere foot apart, you felt no threat. No danger. And only then did you realize that you have never really felt any danger to begin with. When he speaks, he did not have the murderous aura that they claim to choke anyone.  He had never given you any reason to fear him, it was only you who decided to believed other's opinion.

"I'm sorry."

As if a trigger, his head turned to you upon hearing your timid voice but you dare not look at his eyes.

"You don't-"

"Not just for yelling."

Where did you get the courage to cut him off? You do not know. But, still with the false bravery, you continued.

"I mean, I have been very rude to you for a long time,"

"You have never been mean to me and I only returned the gesture by fearing you without any basis of."

With every fiber of yours screaming otherwise, you turned to look at him in the eye.

"I'm really sorry."

The longer you look into those golden eyes the more the heat on your neck spreads to your cheeks.

Guess his hair isn't the only thing red now.

"It's nothing," surprisingly it was Thor who turned away first. This time though, you eyes remained on him with a small smile. Youu have been missing out on so many things. But now, you have the eternity to catch up. And you're sure as hell you will.

"Thor-sama."

"Just Thor."

You laughed a bit, a sound that you did not notice brought a smile on his own lips.

"Why did you give me those gift anyway."

He turned his head to the other direction, but your keen eyes could see his tainted red ears.

"Loki said gifts were a good way to get close to someone." You grinned.

"I should have known better than listen to him."

His words dragged a loud laugh from you. The thought of him asking Loki, of all people for an advice was something you thought you'll never hear. And the small pout in his voice upon the next statement both brought you giddiness and butterflies.

Your hands instinctively covered your mouth, but still the sounds slipped through. And if you would have opened your eyes that moment, you would have seen the adoration in Thor's as he watches you.

Yes, it was embarrassing to ask his cousin for advice and finding those herbs was a hard task. But if seeing you like this, with lips arch into the most beautiful smile he have seen filled with happiness he once thought he couldn't bring you, then he would do it a thousand more.

Bonus:

Outside the closed doors, Loki grinned at himself. Trying to get you two was a pain with how standoffish Thor was by this was the most entertainment he had for a long time.

"What the hell are you doing?" It was one of Odin's crow that screeched from beging, as they watch the god smiling, and by experience it never means well.

"Oh nothing," he sing-songed. He floated pass his uncle but never before saying,

"Hope you're ready for grandkids!"

"Huh?"

But they did not receive an answer, only a chorus of laughter from the god of mischief as he drift away.

If you don't know who's Circe is, she's a witch in the Greek mythology that turned sailors into pigs. Odysseus met her during his travel home from the Trojan war. She turned his men into pig too. And it's a book of Madeline Miller too! You should really read her books.

This was requested by @tenshi-san and I apologize that I might have strayed too far from your prompt. I really hope I did your husbando some justice. He was so hard to write because that only thing I can see him as is bored😂. But I hope you still like it!

[thedevillionaire]

The Twentieth

Okay. ~5,000 words of Underworldian stuff that happens. Well, primarily one thing, really, but not all at the same time. Sort of. Ask me anything, thank you so very much for reading, and...well, here we go.

--- This was not at all how he’d planned for the day of their anniversary to unfold.

In the back of his mind, in corners he’d quite deliberately not lingered for a moment longer than absolutely necessary, he’d known that trouble was possibly oncoming as early as the night before last, the descending fog of nascent illness as recognisable as it was unwelcome. But it had been…at least a year, perhaps close to two, since he’d last felt this way, and he was hoping that he was wrong, and that what were seeming like potential signs of bad news weren’t actually signs at all.

They were.

Cerberus sniffled.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. He’d tried, he really had. Discounting those signs as unimportant even as he took precautions because of them, he’d risked nothing, pushed his luck with nothing. He’d even gone to bed several hours earlier than usual last night, and fallen asleep almost immediately on top of that. Unlike his bonded, who’d had a late night and come home at some uncertain hour from one of those social catch-up things she so enjoyed that he was…less inclined towards, even in times when he was feeling entirely well – not that he’d given that as the reason for his disinclination to participate, of course.

Hardly relevant, anyway.

And he’d slept soundly enough that he’d not woken to notice her join him – in fact, he’d been so sapped of energy that from the moment the warmth of the hearth and bedcovers enveloped him, he was out – which just made it all the more ominous that he’d woken feeling like he’d got no rest at all, bone-tired as if no respite had been granted, with a constant, dull headache that so far had refused to resolve, and yesterday’s mild discomfort at the back of his throat sharpening significantly into an active and intrusive concern.

Getting caught in that ridiculous downpour on the way here wouldn’t have helped matters either, he thought bitterly. Although brief, it had been intense, and sudden, and heavy, and though the mercy of Teleport could not have been a more welcome escape, the short time spent in headblurry indecision about whether or not he should utilise it had nonetheless been long enough that his coat had been soaked through. The refuge of the radiant heat of his Office was helping somewhat, at least, and most of his clothing had dried by now – though his hair, which he’d tied back with a loose bow of slender black velvet ribbon to keep errant strands from his face, was still noticeably and uncomfortably damp against his neck. Less so than had he left it unbound, but still…

If he’d ever regretted choosing to walk rather than taking the lazy option before – gods, the damn irony of thinking that the walk would possibly benefit him tonight, of all things – he was sure he’d not regretted it as much as he did right now.

He sniffled again.

Fuck.

---

Closing the folder of Requiem’s surprisingly competently done assignment, he sighed and added it to the small stack of completed works, vaguely wondering if he’d been too generous with the grading. Although he knew the content backwards and could in fact get away with paying very little serious attention, his mind was nevertheless, for the most part, almost entirely on other things.

This was supposed to be the night where, once respective regular mundanities and commitments were out of the way, he would take his beloved to indulge in whichever of the things she most loved to indulge in while on a Visit, utterly at her behest, and completely guilt-free for her with no mandated set goal to achieve, no limitations on immersion, no regulations at all; just an unscheduled and spontaneous trip to the mortal plane, a high-end cocktail bar all dress codes and decadence, and a veritable array of delicious, oblivious Takings there for her pleasure – ahh, darkling, a smorgasbord! – all eyes upon her because nobody, not in the Underworld and certainly no mortal, can compare, and despite his usual personal antipathy towards bothering with the mortal realm, he knew of certain excellences all the same, and he’d put his own preferences aside and simply present her with the glories and spoils she deserved, watch her dance from the shadows and delight in it.

Darkling, I will give you the world.

He’d had every intention of doing precisely that.

And it was also really starting to feel like he was definitely not going to…not going to let this happen, damn it. You’ll be fine, stop putting unnecessary emphasis on transient discomfort, it’s nothing, you know these things pass, just…

He sniffled again, more sharply this time, claimed another tissue and blew his nose, trying to disregard how doing so did nothing much to stop the continuing drip and irritation.

Just get on with it. Honestly. Vaporising the tissue, he took another sip of the honeyed tea that wasn’t doing nearly as much to counteract the sting in his throat as he’d hoped it would, and returned his attention to the job at hand. He noted with distaste as he opened the new folder that yet again it seemed that Hellion hadn’t bothered to proofread the simplest of…

Oh gods.

His breath caught, thoughts ceased, focus helplessly crumbling.

“Hh-hh…”

He rolled his eyes at the inevitability of it, and grabbed another tissue, and another, as the insistent need made itself unstoppably and urgently known.

“Hh-TSCHH-uu! *snff!* Huh-TSSCHH-uu!”

Therion, across the room and in the midst of cataloguing a stupidly confusing array of recently rediscovered and yet unsorted secondgen scrolls, glanced back over his shoulder at Cerberus briefly. “Gesundheit,” he commented offhand, not remotely surprised by this development. Given the constant sniffling that had been going on for the last couple of hours or so, he’d pretty much been expecting that to happen sooner or later. No matter how infrequently the Demon king may catch cold, symptoms were symptoms. Sounding like shit there, boss, he thought, but decided against voicing it.

Cerberus managed a quick thankyou before the demanding urge once again overtook him, and he inhaled deeply, desperately, the force of the sneeze almost doubling him over.

“hhh-AHHTSSCHHUU!”

Therion glanced over again. “You okay, man?”

Cerberus, with a strong sniffle, cleared his throat and made an incidental sound of dismissal. “Mm, fine,” he murmured, which he knew at this point was a complete lie, his head pounding. “Pardon me.” He blew his nose, sniffling again immediately. Ugh. “It’s, um…it’s nothing.”

He returned his attention to Hellion’s paper.

It was, however, no matter his assurance, becoming undeniably something.

Fuck.

---

The hours had somehow simultaneously dragged and flown by, some goals achieved, others – and, to be honest, the ones he’d most been counting on – unfortunately not so.

Cerberus sighed heavily, put aside the last of the assignments he’d reviewed, and, having had quite enough of honeyed tea for one day, poured himself a substantial glass of cognac from the decanter on his desk.

On the plus side, he’d got through a decent amount of the papers, all things considered. On the minus, though, his oncoming cold, rather than resolving into the insignificance he’d hoped for, had instead settled in undeniably, pouring into his head like cement, and he pressed the back of his hand firmly against his nose with enough force for pain to overtake irritation. He vaporised yet another bunch of used tissues, sniffling again, and tried to take his mind off Kia and what she might be thinking, expecting, dreaming, anticipating…

..and what he feared he was not going be able to deliver.

Acceptance of such, however, was still not something he was willing to entertain quite yet.

Damn it, it’s one night. Surely you can at least delay this ridiculousness for one more night. With a lengthy, determined sniffle and heavy exhalation, Cerberus, elbow on desk and hand against forehead, lost himself in a mix of annoyance and self-pity for a moment before an intense rising fury at the situation overtook it, and he frowned, sat up straighter, and drained the glass of cognac entirely.

Do. Better.

With a brief shake of his head, he rubbed his nose and opened the next assignment in the pile, read the name. Ah, Cenotaph, he noted with a slight satisfaction. Shouldn’t be dreadful. Although he nearly always…

His thoughts were jarringly interrupted by the intrusive ring of the telephone, and despite him dearly wishing he could palm this off to Therion, the phone was on the desk, and proximity demanded he be the one to answer. And to make matters worse – apparently that’s possible, and of course it is – he could feel the rising, inexorable need to sneeze again.

No. This is not happening. Just… The idea of being defeated by such a simple, base physical weakness infuriating, he sniffled with sharp determination, crushing a hand clutching a tissue against his nose, and answered the call.

“Demonics.”

Aera took a moment. “Cerbie? Okay, wow. What are you doing in Office?”

I…work here? Cerberus couldn’t quite parse what her intention was, what sort of answer she was expecting. Was that rhetorical, or…? “I don’t… What do you…” He sniffled again, his breath catching momentarily, but he fought the urge back once more, and tried to concentrate on the matter at hand. “What?”

“‘Debodics’,” Aera said in mimicry of the congestion destroying his consonants, her tone flippant and biting at the same time.

Frowning in annoyance, his patience worn thin enough as it was, and in no mood to engage, Cerberus snarled a curt, “I’m fine,” and wiped his nose.

Aera scoffed. “You’re seriously going the denial route? Hate to break it to you, but you sure don’t sound fine.”

“Do you have a point?” Cerberus asked tersely, internally cursing his inability to comprehensively prove her wrong – not that she was necessarily wrong, but that was hardly the issue.

“Godssake, Cerbie, you’re such a…” Aera began, but recognised she was probably wasting her time and decided to just let it go. She knew his pattern with this sort of thing, and so she backed off a little – though by no means completely. “Okay, fine, alright, I could be wrong, maybe you’re not sick after all. So, you know, if you’ve been crying or punched in the face or something, go right ahead and clear that up for me.”

Cerberus, exasperated and increasingly distracted, just wanted an end to it all. “Damn it, Aera, can you please try to tear yourself away from the apparently fascinating state of my health for a moment and just tell me what the hell it is you want? *snf!* And you could be a bit more pleasant to me, you know,” he added pointedly. “It is my anniversary, after all.”

Aera gasped lightly in realisation, the date having escaped her notice completely. “Oh, shit, it is too! Ah, fuck, sorry, happy anniversary. But, no, anyway, this call does actually have a point. I think I might have left a scarf in your Office yesterday. Do you have it? It’s blue.”

You couldn’t have just asked that immediately? Cerberus glanced around the Office perfunctorily, not seeing anything of the kind. “N…” His breath caught again and he scrubbed his hand roughly under his nose, sniffling sharply, and took a moment before trusting himself enough to answer her. “No.”

“Really? What the hell have I done with it, then?” Aera wondered, partially to Cerberus but mostly to herself, before returning her attention to the conversation at hand. “Oh, and bless you.”

“What?” Cerberus frowned in confusion, his head clouded enough that he wasn’t entirely certain that he hadn’t missed or forgotten something that surely he ought not to have been able to miss or forget. “I…I didn’t sneeze.” It was…inescapably true that he needed to, but he’d not…

Aera chuckled briefly, quietly. “You will.”

She hung up.

The freedom afforded him by that disconnection, one staggered, desperate inhale was all it took. And in the moment, he didn’t even care that she’d been right. At this point he just wanted relief.

“hh-HH… Ahh-HEHTSSHhuu!”

“Gesundheit,” said Therion again, smiling grimly to himself. He usually minded his own business about this sort of thing – not that it came up much – and indeed still considered staying out of it altogether now. But he hadn’t known about the anniversary factor before, and playing substitute Leader for a few days was hardly the worst fate in the world, and if not tonight it was almost certainly going to come to that fate soon enough anyway, so…

He put the scrolls aside, walking over to stand opposite where Cerberus was seated at the desk. “Hey, man…”

“Huh-AHSSCHuu! *snf!*” Cerberus groaned. “Gods. Excuse me,” he murmured with a heavy sigh, his head and sinuses throbbing. He sniffled wetly, blew his nose, excused himself again, and looked up at Therion somewhat hazily. “Mm?”

Therion half-smiled, casual, non-committal. “Happy anniversary, dude. Didn’t mean to listen in or anything, just…you know. Overheard.”

A small smile of appreciative thanks crossing his face, Cerberus sniffled again and nodded in otherwise silent acknowledgement.

“Just a thought, though,” Therion continued. “If I had a choice between going home to my mad-hot bonded… How many years now, man?”

A heartbeat. An eternity.

“Twenty.”

“Fucking what?!” Therion stared at Cerberus as if he was out of his mind. “Fuck, man! Congrats and shit, but for real? If I had a choice between going home, like, immediately or staying in Office for a few more hours marking shit I could pretty easily get my Understudy to do, actually? I’d be out of here in a fucking microsecond. But, you know, you’re the boss, man. Do whatever. Just saying.” Reaching across the desk, he picked up Cenotaph’s paper and scanned its contents quickly. “I mean, this looks pretty good, I guess, but, you know, Kia probably looks better.” He grinned as Cerberus gave a dark smile in response, and paused only for a short time, but enough that the pause be noted. “Seriously. You know she’d spoil the fuck out of you.”

Cerberus sighed again, regret, bitterness and castigating self-reproach evident in his eyes beneath a haze of sickness he really could no longer deny. Yes, I know, of course I know, but... “The spoiling really was suppo… hh-HH…” He hastily took another few tissues from the box, burying his face in them just in time to catch another fierce sneeze he had no chance of stopping. “AHHTSCHUU! Goddamnit. Pardon me.” He wiped his nose, sniffling again immediately – disturbingly liquid, entirely ineffectual, and with a weariness behind it that he could not disguise. Looking back up at Therion, he returned to his point. “I’d really intended the providing of spoils to be my job tonight. And this…utter ridiculousness—” He made a vague gesture towards his face. “—was supposed to have improved, not worsened, damn it.”

With another heavy sigh, disappointment palpable, he capitulated. “I don’t suppose you keep any cold medication in Office, do you?”

“Sorry.” Therion shook his head. “Go the fuck home, man. I got this.”

Standing, Cerberus nodded briefly in reply, giving Therion a firm pat on the shoulder as he passed by. “Thank you,” he said quietly, and vanished.

---

And naturally half the damn Underworld seems to be here.

Well, he most certainly was not going to queue.

Ignoring the mixture of hushed mutterings and soft gasps from the others in the Healing centre – none of whom he recognised but it was evident from the expressions on the faces of the…many people staring at him that the reverse was not the case – Cerberus walked to the front of the line with only the most cursory of glances at those who he had no intention of waiting either for or behind, greeted Riviera at the front desk perfunctorily and, abruptly beyond caring to hear any more of the continuing intrusive sussurance, froze the entirety of the waiting room’s occupants under Stasis with a crisp wave of his hand.

Dear gods, shut up. I will set you all on fire and I won’t regret it for a second.

He sniffled strongly. “Aldiss, please,” he said to Riviera, who had already Mindsent the Healing Leader in anticipation of precisely that directive.

“On her way,” Riviera replied. She indicated the Stasis-held others. “Um, is that…are they…?”

“Entirely temporary, just expedient. I’ll undo it soon enough.”

Aldiss appeared beside Riviera at the desk, Mindsending her :Cover me for a bit. Room 5, burns, not serious, mostly dealt with already,: and Riviera duly vanished.

At a loss and clearly awaiting clarification, Aldiss turned her attention to Cerberus. “Alright, what are you doing here?”

Cerberus frowned. Why is everywhere I am apparently a surprise tonight? “I’m ill, obviously. Why else would I be here? I need cold medication.” He sniffled again, as if in emphasis, though not intentionally so, and wiped his nose.

“Again? Already?”

Again? There IS no again. I literally just got here. What the hell is going on? Cerberus briefly wondered if he could be hallucinating this entire sequence of events, so little of it seemed to make any coherent sense. “What do you mean ‘already’?” He winced as his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, which did little more than cause him a different kind of discomfort, a convulsive cough following in short order, his nose running again as a result. He sniffled sharply, repeatedly. Gods. For fuck’s sake. “Excuse me.”

“I’m not giving you anything more if you’ve taken the other lot already.”

“Damn it, Aldiss, do I sound like I’ve taken anything?!”

Aldiss did have to concede that point.

Thoroughly exasperated, Cerberus exhaled heavily in annoyance. “Why is everything always such an ordeal in this place?” And suddenly another strangeness occurred to him. “Wait – what other lot?

“The meds Kia picked up, obviously.”

“What?!” Cerberus, a fresh fear striking him – one he was entirely unprepared for, one that actually managed to distract him from his own discomforts for a moment – stared at Aldiss in unconcealed horror. “Kia’s unwell?!”

With a wry smile, Aldiss shook her head. “I swear I never personally get to experience it, but rumour has it you’re actually quite a clever man, Cerberus, so try and stay with me here, alright?” She looked at him with a certain sardonic encouragement. “The meds Kia picked up for you.”

Unfortunately, this didn’t make much more sense to him, if at all. “But what reason would…” He sniffled again. “Why would she do that?” He rubbed and wrinkled his nose against a building itch, took a tissue from the box on the desk, then another, and tried to stay focused.

Aldiss, in mildly amused bafflement that he could actually be this oblivious, stared at the Demon king as if he was a complete imbecile. “Because you’ve got a cold?”

Annoyance clearly evident despite the hitch in his breath, Cerberus frowned at her. “Yes, Aldiss, we’ve established that, but Ki…Kia doesn’t…” Ah, fuck. Bringing the tissues to his face as the itch became sharply definite, he turned away hurriedly. “Huh-ATSSCHH-uu!” He groaned, sniffling immediately, the force of the sneeze bringing to the fore anew the pulsing headache he’d almost, almostbeen able to forget, his breath still a little shaky as he excused himself. He claimed another tissue and wiped his nose, sniffling again, and took a moment before returning to his earlier point. “Kia doesn’t know about *snf!* this yet.”

“Yes, she most certainly does,” Aldiss countered. “What, you didn’t think she’d notice?”

“Well, of course she’d notice now, damn it, Aldiss,” said Cerberus in open irritation, “but I wasn’t nearly this…”

“Oh, for god’s sake, Cerberus. How long have you been together?”

“As it happens, it’s our twentieth anniversary tonight,” Cerberus replied, a bitter and rueful undertone unmissable despite increasing congestion, “which I am attempting not to completely ruin.” Another sharp sniffle. “Apparently a futile pursuit,” he muttered resentfully, and pressed the back of his hand against his nose in an attempt to see off a newly threatening, vibrantly insistent itch.

“Twenty years and you think she’d miss a thing? She knows you. She knows you really well. How do you not…”

“Ahh-HEHTSSHhuu!”

Aldiss sighed as Cerberus, thoroughly losing the battle, sneezed again, wetly and powerfully, and she passed him a handful of tissues as he murmured both an apology and a thankyou. Looking out at the significant number of people yet to be seen, she allowed him some necessary moments of recovery, then made her point. “Listen, I’m sorry you’ve managed to catch cold for your anniversary but you do have both medication and a devoted bonded waiting at home. Please go there. Kia’s probably wondering where the hell you are anyway, since – if I can I remind you – she knows you’re sick. Oh, and you can undo your…stopping people in time thing or whatever it is now, too, thank you very much.”

“As always, Aldiss, it’s been a delight.” Releasing his Stasis hold with a short wave, the murmurs and mutterings picking up precisely where they’d been cut off as if there had never been a break, Cerberus turned his gaze briefly upon his unbidden rapt audience, disregarded them all equally, internally cursed himself for having even bothered to come to this ridiculous place, inclined his head in crisp farewell, and promptly vanished.

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Leaning back against the loungeroom wall in weary resignation upon his Teleported arrival home, Cerberus stopped still, his attentions resolutely redirected in an instant at the entirely unexpected sight of his beautiful lifebonded reclining languorously across the couch, dressed – or almost dressed, it could technically be said – in diaphanous babydoll chemise and finest lace lingerie, soft brunette darkestness falling silkenwild around her shoulders, a vision of breathtaking boudoir fantasy he was quite thoroughly unprepared for, and he paused for a moment to simply gaze at her, enchanted.

:Darkling, you are perfection.:

Kia looked up slowly, and with a sultry, indulgent smile, dropped her book onto the coffee table and stretched before sitting up just a little, beckoning him to join her with crooked finger and open invitation.

“Took your time, sweetheart,” she said, gently teasing, and opened the bottle of cognac, pouring a glass for them both. “I’d almost decided to start without you.”

“Love, I…” Cerberus began but was torn from his words unstoppably, unable to do anything about the sudden, desperate need overtaking him, and, expression crumpling and focus destroyed, he had no choice but to give in to it. “Huh-TSCHH-uu! Ah-HEHTSCHuu!” He pardoned himself with haste, groaning quietly.

“Aw, bless you, hon. Come here.” Kia repeated her beckoning motion. She regarded him a moment, frowning in puzzlement. “Where’s your coat?” She’d not seen him leave the house this morning, but she was entirely certain he’d have worn one.

“Hmm? Oh, um…” Cerberus sniffled, wiped his nose and glanced down at himself, not having given any particular thought to his outfit – his standard fine linen shirt, brocade waistcoat, tailored black pants – since leaving Office.

Which was, of course, where he’d left his coat.

“Got rained on. Earlier, that is, not… A while ago, anyhow.” He sniffled again and tried to focus. “In Office. The coat, I mean, not where the…rain was.” He sighed in exasperation as anger at the situation overtook tiredness again. “Honestly, it would be nice if I could at least form a damn sentence!” Gods, what the hell is wrong with you. Get your damn shit together. “Sorry, love. I, um…used Teleport after that, though, so I’ve not really been outside since.”

“Well, coat or not, you were supposed to have given up and come home ages ago.” Kia laughed gently. “You know, like a normal person. Why are you always so stubborn about this stuff?” She caressed his face affectionately as he sat beside her, curled an arm around the back of his neck, and kissed him with warm promise. :And don’t you even dare say a word about not wanting to give your cold to me,: she Mindsent preemptively. :Yes, I know, no, I don’t care, and there is no way I’m not kissing you on our twentieth anniversary.:

“Anyway,” she continued in satin murmur, tracing a finger along the angular contours of his jawline and kissing him again, “you know I’ll spoil you.” She looked at him directly then, sapphire eyes narrowing in challenge. “You do know that, right?”

“I…” He did, but between the desire not to need her to – at least not tonight – and rather for him to be, as he’d so very much intended, the one fulfilling any fantasies, and the desire to just try and forget failed plans and expectations and immerse in her…frankly stunning sanctuary, and his head was far too clouded to explain himself right now, and technically he had left Office early anyway so he wasn’t that late really, especially considering he hadn’t realised that he’d been expected, but what did any of this even matter when this goddess before him was so…very… He sniffled again, claiming a tissue and wiping his nose firmly, and wished he was at least a little more functional because she was so incredibly breathtaking, and that was all he could think about in the moment, really, aside from feeling like he was fairly sure he was going to sneeze again – which, when combined with the first and…infinitely preferable reason that he couldn’t think straight, provided a particularly strange contradiction in where his attentions were directed, and now he couldn’t with certainty remember exactly what she’d asked him anymore, and she was just…gods, she was everything, and his head was a mess and he…definitely had to…

He blinked rapidly, his breath hitching in escalating intensity, and turned from Kia to bury his face in crooked elbow. Gods, fuck, just…

“Huh-TSSCHH-uu! Ahh-HUHTSSHhuu!”

The force of the sneezes combined with the pounding throb of sinus-heavy headache to set the room spinning, but despite that had done very little to quiet the insistent irritation he just could not seem to escape tonight. Another staccato breath and fuck ano… hh-HH ..another and a Mindsent apology because he was entirely unable to voice one, doubling over in thrall to desperate demand, powerful, possessing. “Hhuh-AHTSCHUU! Huh…hh-TSSCHH-uu!”

“Oh, sweetheart, bless you.” Kia indicated the medications she’d collected on the table, though she wasn’t sure there was much point, his ability to focus entirely and…mesmerisingly hijacked. “You should probably…”

Cerberus, with a brief shake of his head, held up a finger in a gesture indicating that she had to wait a moment, the relentless need not done with him yet, and he inhaled deeply, unable to do a thing about it other than succumb once more, and he sneezed again – undeniable, absolute, violently ferocious. “Hh-hhAAAHTSSCHHUU! ..uhh…” A quiet groan and he pressed the back of his hand against his nose, sniffling fiercely, more than a little breathless. “Damn. Sorry.”

“Wow, bless you!” Kia said with softriveted, emphatic appraisal, and flashed him a wickedwarm grin. “Impressive. You should get a prize for that kind of effort.”

“Gods, love.” Smiling wryly despite himself, Cerberus managed a brief disbelieving laugh before having no choice but to give in to sharpburning sensation, his breath catching abrupt, deep, jagged, pleading. “hh-h-huh-TSCHH-uu! Huh-TSSCHH-uu! *snf!* Huh… huhhTSSCHHUU! For fuck’s sake! *SNFF!* Ugh, sorry.” Sniffling repeatedly, he excused himself again with clear irritation even as Kia offered him a tender blessing. He took a fresh multitude of tissues from the box and blew his nose, muttering under his breath that in any reasonable world he’d get to kill at least one person over this, and if…

“Oh, look!” announced Kia with cheery brightness, breaking into his thoughts and picking up one of the medication vials. “You win drugs.” She handed the vial to Cerberus with a kiss to his cheek, effectively short-circuiting his rising fury at the situation, and trailed a languid hand down the length of his arm, dropped her voice to a sultry purr. “I’ll even throw in the glamorous assistant.” She semi-curtseyed, winked in play.

With a soft laugh and a sigh both appreciative and self-effacing, Cerberus accepted and took the meds as proffered, curling an arm across Kia’s shoulders, drawing them closer together, and leant his head against hers, Mindsending a heartfelt, sincere :I adore you.:

“I’m so sorry, darkling.” He ran an index finger under his nose, sniffled quietly, exhaled with dismayed heaviness at the thought of having let his beloved down, in any way. “I really did mean to give you everything you desire tonight.” He sat back again; smiled at her, a little sadly. “And I truly do wish to bring you the world you deserve. All the worlds, come to that.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know. And I know that you’re, like…literally able to do it, which still just amazes me and will forever, I swear, you’re incredible, but…really, you don’t need to be disappointed. See, I want you—” Shifting her position smoothly, Kia moved to sit on his lap, her legs astride his, and caressed his face in her hands, kissing him with passion burning. “Mmm. I want you—” Another kiss. “—to think for just a minute—” And another. “—from a different view.” Reaching behind his head, she untied the velvet ribbon constraining his hair, allowing it in release to cascade over his shoulders. She wove a gentle hand through freed midnight, tucked a few stray strands behind his ear. “If things were reversed, if I was the one who’d come home sick tonight, what would you have done?”

Cerberus chuckled wryly, softly, as he recognised her viewpoint. He didn’t pretend otherwise. “Anything you wanted, love, as always.”

Kia gave him a knowing smile. “Mm-hm.”

Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him again, slower, deeper. “So, then, babe,” she purred, tracing a trail of kisses down his neck, shoulders, chest, “you should know that you are everything I desire, everything I dream of, and the only way you could ever let me down is to not be with me tonight, and now I am going to order you into the bedroom and you are going to do exactly what I say and that is pretty much what would have happened even with you in perfect health with your perfect plan, because you should know—” She broke off again, kissing him with a craving undeniable, abandoning speech for silksultry Mindsend.

:that all I want:

One hand now twining through his hair, the other first toying with then smoothly untying the topmost bows on her chemise, allowing it to fall away, and she pulled him closer to her again, deepening the kiss at his involuntary resulting moan.

:is…this.:

Another kiss and her hand reaching down, loosening clothing and caressing him to urgency, and he moaned again, curling one arm around her waist and another behind her head, holding her around him and returning her kiss with a fire straight from his soul, feeling her breath quickening, demanding, as she pushed back against him, heat rising. A soft growl, a gasp, a sharp inhalation as they joined together, and she met her beloved’s famed emerald gaze eye to eye, consummate, profligate, incendiary.

“Oh, and sweetheart? Tonight I am going to make you wish you caught cold more often.”

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