#everyone is asleep so I can’t tell if this is me being sleep deprived or not!

[exopelagic]

okay facing consequences of my actions

[crossingthedreams]

do better — gregory house x f!reader

a/n: I got a little carried away, per usual, and now I’m late with day 04 of the angstober challenge (still a wyp), but I plan on finishing it and posting later today. but, omg, I can’t believe I'm posting day 05 — do better on time! this is also part of @angstober‘s challenge, which I'm having a blast writing. I do love some angsty vibes. please, feel free to comment or dm me!

summary: a relationship between the boss and his employee has a million ways to go wrong. one, in particular, hurt them the most. 

word count: 2.2k

warnings: angst. House is an asshole. mentions of family death. mentions of cancer. struggles with immigration. inappropriate relationship. mentions of smut.

Let medicine be thy food. 

That's the quote, or at least you think it is. After a particularly long shift, words in English seemed to scramble together a bit, with it being your second language and all. Usually, you’re a natural, perfect, fluent speaker. There are moments, however, when understanding what your peers are saying or formulating cohesive sentences becomes a herculean task. You didn’t make yourself unintelligible, but it was a little awkward to be with a patient who clearly had no idea how globalized the world was and how many doctors in the United States were not native English speakers, and who looked at you like you had just robbed the white coat from a “proper doctor”.

Sure, dealing with people was shitty sometimes. “Doctors don’t treat people, they treat illnesses”, your boss had once said. But in your mind, people weren’t that bad. The long hours, the sleep deprivation, the lack of a social life — that was the really bad part. And there were, of course, the very short lunch breaks. 

Medicine was fun, but it had nothing on a full plate of pasta with those weird looking meatballs. What once was disgusting, now seemed appetizing as hell. Not eating once while working for the whole night could do that to a person. Medicine was not food, at least not literally.

You had taken off your sweater and your white coat a while before going to the cafeteria, where the rest of the team was. As of right now, you and Chase had spent thirty-six hours working. Cameron and Foreman had taken the long straws and gone home last night while you and the prettiest doctor around worked on some lab tests. 

That man who, right now, was not really trying to hide how he lustfully eyed you up and down, stopping on your cleavage. You didn’t blame him for looking, though. Firstly, you did spend the night working together and you mentioned that you did not have sex for the last six months, and secondly, you had nice boobs, which was both a blessing and a curse. Also, he was very much exhausted. Thinking about your coworkers in an unfashionable manner to keep awake was better than falling asleep atop of a patient during a lumbar puncture — you had done both, so you could tell, oops. 

“I’ll die if I have to do any more thinking”, the pretty doctor said, accent even more prominent, letting his head drop to the headrest of his seat behind him. 

“Yes, thinking just doesn’t come naturally to some people”, you laughingly replied, sitting down next to Foreman. He scooched over, making more room for you and your tray. There was enough pasta on your plate to feed two, not to mention the salad, the dessert, the can of Coke and the can of energy drink. 

“Damn, kid, do you not have food at home?” You eyed Foreman, a little annoyed at the comment. Why did men think they had the right to comment on women’s food choices and bodies all the damn time? “Don’t give me that look, you know that’s a lot, especially for a girl who skips lunch every other day”. 

“Not by choice” you said, taking a lot of pasta into your mouth. “Nof ba chos”, you replied, mouth full, making everyone at the table let out a tired laugh. 

It was an uneventful meal. The team was really tired, especially Chase, who almost dropped his head on his plate twice. The four of you rushed upstairs when lunch was over, after being paged by your boss. 

The man himself was pacing back and forth in the conference room, brows furrowed and looking extremely aggravated. Nothing new, then, you think, sitting down across from Cameron. 

Allison Cameron and you had been friends since med school, and getting to work together was pretty nice. Women in STEM need each other, of that you were sure. The thing is, she was in a weird place romantically, which made you feel weird about getting along with the people about whom she was confused — which hardly makes sense, but it is what it is. She had a crush on your boss for the longest time, and that didn’t work out at all. And then there was Chase, who she had slept with, but had no interest in further pursuing. 

Hanging out with Chase knowing he’d seen her naked was a little weird, but the fact they’d slept together wasn’t the problem. He liked her, and that was her problem. Your boss, well, he was everybody’s problem. 

Particularly yours, considering… you know. The one-night-that-became-every-night. The HR-nightmare. The doing-the-devil’s-tango. The seeing-each-other-scars. The kissing-and-absolutely-not-telling.

It was fairly easy sneaking around. He was inappropriate, sure, but not big on PDA. He treated you like any other dumbass employee with boobs. If anyone saw the two of you leaving the hospital together? You worked together. If you were seen going towards the same place? You’re neighbors, duh. And if anyone happened to see the two of you having breakfast together in the little café a block around his place? Well, it was a coincidence meeting him there! 

If they saw you giving him head while he tried to play the piano, well… There’s no explanation for that. 

You looked at him coming and going, and you knew his leg must be killing him. Yesterday when you left his home in the morning to pick up your stuff for the day (which turned out to be the day, the night and the next day), he was popping more pills than usual. Shit. 

“New case?”, Cameron asked, looking at the limping man with worry and care in her eyes. You liked her a lot, but she had to stop thinking about your limping man with such care. 

Sure, she liked him first. And she probably worried for him just as she would anyone else. And it was ridiculous to be annoyed at your long-time friend for caring for her boss. Still, there was a sting of jealousy that made you want to bitch-slap her. 

He finally stopped and looked at all of you. When his eyes finally met you, he looked right at your low cut top and let out a “Yowza!”. When you blushed and stood up to pick your white coat, he called your last name, and said, nonchalantly: “Nice boobs”. 

You raised a hand to pinch at the bridge of your nose as you sat down. It might seem like sexual harassment — and at first, it was a little bit —, but now it was just him being as inappropriate as always. Hiding from his feelings, keeping his distance with pathetic remarks and cold attitudes. It made you sad when you started working for him, but right now, you pinched your nose to stop you from giggling like a sixteen year old cheerleader being noticed by the boy on the football team. Or rather, the boy on the bench cursing at the stupid players.

Dr. Gregory House had a massive crush on you, and that made all the shit he did go away. 

You realized Chase started updating House on the patient you spent all night testing and monitoring. Truth is, that guy didn’t stand a chance for a normal life here on forward. At best, he had a benign hereditary chorea. Worst case scenario, it was Huntington manifesting earlier than it should, as you’d been saying from the beginning. 

“Shut up”, House said to Chase, making those blue Australian eyes widen. Poor guy, he looked beyond exhausted. “I understand how DNA testing works. I went to med school too, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was seven hundred years ago”, you let out before you could think twice. You teased House a little for being older. Scratch that, you gave him a lot of crap for being older. You just didn’t do it in front of the team, which was why they all looked at you horrified. 

Horrified, but Foreman was holding in a laugh.

The ‘old-man’ hit his cane on the desk, turning the attention back to him. “Ouch”.

You smiled, playing it off like a remark made by an exhausted overworked young woman who disliked her boss. House half-screamed some orders to all of you, even though he already knew you had clinic duty. 

The hours left to finish on the clinic were manageable, so you could finish it after you did some of the tests House asked.  

Time passed by too quickly, and as your day went by, you remembered you had to talk to Wilson as soon as possible. It wasn’t a life or death matter, but a peace of mind kind of thing. You decided to stop by his office before you It was then that you overheard something you shouldn’t have.

Well, that brought the high school memories right back. 

It was the middle of the afternoon, also known as the beginning of your third shift in a row, and you were stopping by Wilson’s office to discuss a private matter. A family member of yours had cancer, and then another one. By the time your fourth relative came down with the diagnosis, you decided to check your genetic predisposition. Although the tests came back clean, meaning you were safe for oncology purposes, you still wanted to know his opinion on how you could be even safer.

You looked cancer in the eyes many times. You didn’t want to look at it in the mirror too. 

For some godly reason, you stopped before knocking. That’s when you recognized your boss’s voice, complaining about something, per usual. 

“She’s a baby! She had never watched Grease, for crying out loud”, the voice and the footsteps made their sounds in harmony. You leaned in closer to the door, to try and listen better. 

“Well, you two barely know each other, now it’s the time to know if there’s a future in this relationship or not. And would you ever marry her?”, Wilson’s voice, and the words made you freeze. 

“Not everyone has marriage on the brain 24/7, Wilson”, House replied. Even from behind the door, you could almost hear the engines in his brain turning. “And God, no. I could never marry her. I can do better than a gullible third-world princess”.

You froze.

Of course he’d say that. Of course. Even if he didn’t mean it. 

The realization came like an electrical shock flowing through your body. You felt it, and it made the hairs on the nape of your neck rise. 

You meant nothing to him. 

As an immigrant, the feeling of never belonging is constant. You don’t belong in the place you now live, but you don’t really belong in the place you were born. 

You had felt for a fraction of a second that you could find your place here. In House's department. Perhaps, even with House. God, you were stupid. You were a device for him to finish his puzzles, and an object to finish… Well, to finish himself off. 

As you left your transe and heard the voices again, you ran as fast as you could back to the clinic, where you had a couple hours left to finish. There was something you needed to arrange with Cuddy, too. 

Hours later, you were in the department’s room reading some exams when House walked in. 

He eyed you up and down again, eyes lingering on your breasts a little longer than a boss’ eyes normally would. “So”, he took his bootle from his jacket and opened it, popping a couple of pills, “your place or mine?” 

“You suck”, you murmured, angrily, but pouting a little. He’d never admit it, but he loved seeing you a little aggravated, crossing your arms in front of your body in a way that made your already eye-catching torso irresistible. 

He smiled a little, putting the medicine back in his pocket. “No, sweetheart”, he now fully grinned, “that’s you.”

You rolled your eyes, but let your arms fall and a cold smile creeped into your face. 

“Yes, I do, actually”, you rose up from the chair and walked all the way towards him, hitting your hand towards his chest and pressing the paper you were holding against him. “I’m a full on sucker, and ass-kisser, as you like to point out. That’s why your so called mortal enemy offered me a job in New York”. 

He took the paper, blue eyes never leaving yours. 

“Consider this my two weeks notice”. It was hard to say, but it felt a little good, too. Logically, there were no downsides in this opportunity. Then, why did it hurt so much? “I guess everyone was right. I can do better”.

The double meaning was not lost on House. 

Your hand finally left his chest, and he didn’t look back as you left. 

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple. It never is, though, is it? Especially with House. And you, an intelligent, kind, talented and ambitious young woman, could definitely do better than attach yourself to a crippled, bitter, odious older man. 

You were doing better now. So, why, pray tell, why did this still hurt so much? 

[silvervioletvalentine]

🖤☠️Sick in love ☠️🖤

Pairing : Max Verstappen x teammate Cherrie!

Word count : 5k

Summary: - @be-your-coffee-pot so i have this little idea where like cherrie is like a driver for redbull right with max and they do not get along because they're both hard headed little shits. but this once before a race shes gets rly sick with high fever and what not and shes almost completely out of it during the interviews and press conferences and max cant help but yk coddle her a little bit. and they're on the couch with the rest of the drivers during the press conference and shes leaning against him and she just falls asleep and max falls in love lmao

Warnings/ AN- just fluff basically. Max and Cherrie are petty little bitches to each other . I hope you like it! @be-your-coffee-pot !! 🦋 I strayed a little tiny bit away from the plot but this is what I came up with in my sleep deprived , who the hell am I, how am I still awake. Oh my god it’s night time , form! So enjoy! It’s not edited because I can’t be bothered and that’s just not me. Lemme know what u think coxo

When Cherrie woke up that morning it was to her skin layered with horrible sweat , feeling like her blood was boiling yet as she wiped at her face with her trembling hand, all she felt was cold and clammy .

Groaning in misery to herself as she sniffled her way through getting ready , only managing to pull on a redbull hoodie before she was stumbling out of her room to see her assistant waiting for her , a look of concern immediately washing over her face at the sight of her driver .

Jenny gasped , taking in cherries pale skin and bright red cheeks.

Looking like a blushing bride despite the fact that Jenny had seen the most hottest of men flirt with her all summer, and not once had her cheeks even tinged with colour .

"You're sick." She stated the obvious in concern , knowing how stubborn Cherrie was and how much she hated being sick.

She liked to go into denial about it whenever she was ill, claiming that she was fine and that the flu and bugs going around never affected her. Like she was some superhero with powers to divert viruses and bugs from kids that never washed their fucking hands before touching things.

It was bound to happen sometime and yet Cherrie refused to admit it, she had work to do after all.

She didn't have time to be sick.

"I am not." She refused to be.

Head feeling heavy and the room spinning slightly as she clutched onto the table , blinking as slowly as she could as she tried to clear her foggy head.

"This is all Max's fault." She croaked out in distain as she let her body fall into one of the chairs heavily , sniffling again. Swearing that she saw the kettle move and dance out of the corner of her eye , but when she glanced over at it again. It had not.

She swallowed dryly , then winced to herself in pain as she felt sharp pin pricks in her throat .

"Fucking bastard." She sniffled again . Sounding like she had out a peg over her nose , barely able to breathe.

Jenny just rolled her eyes, hands on her hips , ready to hear what max had done this time to get the blame. Used to hearing the both of them bitch at eachother and about each other at every chance they got.

You would think that with max and Cherrie being teammates, that they would get along just fine . Both of them world champions and both of them leading nearly every race , always a redbull 1-2. And yet...despite everyone's wishful hopes . That just didn't happen at all.

Instead , Cherrie, with her usual attitude and terrible humour , had taken it up to herself to tell max exactly what she thought of him at the time.

Coming straight from Mercedes , she had not been his biggest fan at all.

But hey, she wanted to be a winner and she knew that redbull was the only way that she would be going fast enough to do so, so when checo was out , she was in without any hesitation.

And it might have went well had she been able to shut herself up. But Cherrie had a problem with keeping every bad thought and opinion in her head, having lacked a filter since the day she could say 'fuck' and 'you' in The same sentence.

Max just happened to be at the end of her target this time around and he was like a walking orange dot for her to focus on, refusing to leave him be. Going out of her way to annoy him, on and off the track.

She just couldn't help herself. It was too easy.

But it wasn't all her fault because max was exactly the same way. Both of them too stubborn and hardheaded , way too blunt with awkward humours that most other people just never understood .

They clashed like the red bulls that they were .

Max gave it back to her just as much as she did. He didn't hesitate in insulting her back, picking at every little thing that she did or said just to see the way she would immediately flare up and glare at him, threatening him creatively each and every time .

It was entertainment to him, he could selfishly admit it to himself . And no matter how much times Christian had tried to force them to bond and just be nice , neither of them would give in. Much too prideful to admit that they were both at wrong and that they were both just bullying each other for the fun of it now.

And maybe max wouldn't have been so bitter and upset if Cherrie hadn't started dating the biggest prick around after a particularly nasty fight they had.

Max , at the time, had stupidly took a low shot at her lack of relationships , telling her meanly that 'no man would ever want to put up with her bullshit'. When what he wanted to say was 'I want to put up with your bullshit but we can't stop bullshitting each other enough to even have a conversation.'

And he should have known that he hasn't won that argument when she just levelled him with a cold look and walked up . He had naively forgotten how petty she was . Because she had taken it up a extra level and come straight back with a brand new boyfriend to shove in his face , far too smug and pleased with herself as she watched the look of anger and annoyance on his face when she brought him to the garage , kissing him right in front of max until he stormed off in a rage .

He had dnf'd that race and things hadn't ever been the same since then. Their bickering and fighting had only gotten worse to the point where her assistant tried to pull her away from max as much as possible.

But only so much was possible at the end of the day . He was literally her teammate , it was in her contract to work with him and be around him. And that included doing videos and joint interviews together , she barely ever not go to see his stupid face. It was irritating.

"Where the ghost?" Cherrie croaked out , head pounding as she looked blearily down at the plate of food in front of her that jenny had made.

Her assistant paused, then blinked slowly "ghost?" She repeated in disbelief "what the hell are you talking about?" She looked around the room with worry as though an actual ghost was going to pop up and scare them.

But Cherrie just frowned back at her, looking equally as confused. "My toast. Jenny." She whined .

Jenny sighed loudly , hand on her face with worry . "You are so sick! Are you sure you're going to be well enough for today?" She worried .

Cherrie sniffled "but I didn't say that." She denied , slowly blinking . "I'm fine."

She then began to slowly eat her breakfast , toast included , in silence . Barely able to keep her eyes open.

Yet she still managed to let out a loud groan of misery when Jenny told her just who she was paired up with in interview today.

"No!" She whined , practically pouting. "Why are you torturing me like this Jenny? Don't you like me?" She turned into a baby when she was sick. Looking like she might cry as she peered over at her with wide eyes.

Jenny just sighed , used to her shit by now. rubbing at her head in stress. "Just play nice okay? Don't make this harder for yourself Cherrie. You're already sick, don't let max give you an even bigger headache than you have ."

Cherrie just groaned again.

Max actually paused what he was doing when he saw her sluggishly walk into the room, his brows furrowing deeply as he scanned her from head to toe. Worry tugging at his chest as he took in her dropped eyes and pale face , looking like a absolute mess.

He told her so "you look terrible ." He stated , shocked .

"What the hell is wrong?" He demanded to know coming over to her .

Cherrie just huffed tiredly , smiling a little because she has taken some strong pain meds right before they left the hotel and she could already feel them kicking in. Her head felt like it was floating away and her chest tickling like she was going to giggle.

But max was there, standing in front of her and looking at her like she had grown an extra head.

So she frowned back at him while scowling . "So lovely." She sarcastically replied "it's a surprise that you're not a virgin if that's how you speak to ladies." She said bluntly .

Max rolled his eyes , crossing his arms over his chest. Not taking his eyes away from her .

"It's a Surprise that you're not single. What kind of boyfriend lets you leave like this, when you're clearly not well?" He threw back at her, annoyed and hating that he felt so damn concerned in the first place.

He shouldn't care at all. She was a pain in his ass and practically loved to annoy him. So why did he want to carry her back to the hotel, wrap her in a blanket and cuddle her like a baby until she was well again?

That was a weird thought . He swallowed a little . Quickly pushing it away.

"I am single now." She let him know blandly as she pushed past him to head over to the couch set up for their interview .

"So I'm going to fuck all your closest friends." She told him with a grin, practically throwing herself down onto the couch. Yawning and sniffling , coughing too.

Max's frown deepened "you are not." Then he realised what she had said and had to fight back a smile . "He dumped you?" He sounded gleeful even to his own ears.

Cherrie glared at him for it "no!" She groaned out "I dumped him. He just wasn't scratching that itch anymore." She complained, giggling. Looped from the meds.

Max paused, then said "get a back scratcher then." Smartly like the ass that he was.

Cherrie just snorted "the itch is not on my back it's in my-"

Max let out a high pitched noise and quickly shut her up. Sitting down next to her. "Shut up! I didn't care. I don't want to hear it." He exclaimed , face flushing.

He then smacked his palm over her forehead , startling her . But his face was cold with concentration .

"You burning up! What is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed , worried. Brushing her hair away from her sweaty face without even thinking about it.

Cherrie slapped his hand away without missing a beat , "it's 'cause I'm so sexy. Like a fire ball. I am fire- so I'm hot- like- like.."she was looped and max didn't know whether to be endeared or scared by her behaviour . "Like the sun." She finished off , sneezing .

Max groaned a little , still frowning at her . Then the interviewer came in and he wiped the Worry from his face , not wanting the cameras to see him looking at her like that.

So he stared straight ahead instead , crossing his arms over his chest so he wouldn't do something as stupid as hold her hand.

"If you get me sick, I will kill you." He muttered.

Cherrie just snorted , coughing. "No you won't. You're too soft to kill me. You'd cry." She replied simply . Believing it .

Max just huffed but didn't bother to deny it. He may have enjoyed winding her up but murdering her was a little too far .

Maybe giving her a good shake  when she was acting up.

"Fuck you." He mumbled instead. Lamely.

Cherrie laughed "you wish. Grow balls first , i like sucking em." She joked.

Max went red , gasping and smacking her leg , flustered by her lack of filter. She had No shame at all. Giggling at the look on his face.

"There's something wrong with you Cherrie." Be hissed at her. Placing his hand over his cheek so that she couldn't see him blush. How embarrassing.

But come on. Hearing a beautiful woman tell you that she liked to suck balls was going to make any straight man squirm.

He was just a man after all. He wasn't immune to her beauty , just intimidated by her lack of charm, it was like dealing with the devil.

"Yeah." She looked at him like he was stupid "I'm sick."

He groaned. "So you admit it! You are sick!" He smugly responded .

But Cherrie just shook her head , sniffling agin. "I didn't say that."

"Yes you did!" He looked incredulously at her, mouth dropping open.

She blinked "no I didn't. Don't lie max. Your Pants can't take anymore fire."

He groaned.

By the time dinner time came around, Cherrie was well and truly sick of max verstappen. And Baffled and so fucking confused. Because he wouldn't leave her the hell alone.

He had taken to taking her temperature every fifteen minutes. Mumbling underneath his breath and forcing her to drink cold water when it didn't go down quick enough for his liking .

Then he was forcing her to tell him what she had been eating and if she had been anywhere that she could have gotten a deadly virus from. Hand cupped over her forehead in her worry , having followed her back around . Like a needy puppy looking for it's owner , Cherrie was exasperated.

She looked up at him in disbelief "I've only been where you've been max! What's wrong with you?" She moaned moodily . Head pounding.

She shoved his hand off her head , again, and stomped straight to the couch, laying on it. Closing her eyes and ignoring him.

He placed his hands on hips and glared down at her . Almost biting his nails out of worry the whole morning . She was clearly out of it , otherwise she wouldn't have even let him into her motor home in the first place.

It literally had 'no max fartstappen allowed' written in marker on the front . Yet here he was, and he was worried and trying to deny why he was so worried for in the first place.

It wasn't going very well.

And now he was making her honey tea and wondering if he could call out a doctor without her realising he had done so.

"Cherrie! You've called me maxie twice!" He exclaimed like that was enough evidence for Him

to be like this. Coddling her like a Damsel in distress.

She just shoved her face further into the pillow, frowning tiredly . "So?" She mumbled.

He huffed "so?" He scoffed while gently pulling her body up so that she would sit up right.

Ignoring her complaining and her glare, he lifted the teacup to her lips. Glaring back at her just as hard when she refused to take a sip.

"drink it Cher. It'll help your thirst. It has

honey In it ." He told her sternly , tapping it against her lips, not giving up.

She eventually gave in with a another stubborn groan, sipping at it while he held the cup up to her lips. Hand on the back of her hand to keep her steady so she didn't spill it. Like it was a totally normal thing for him to do.

It was not.

He continued in quietly "you've called me maxie and you usually call me asshole. So you're clearly dying." He stated. Serious as shit.

Cherrie sniffled, side eyeing him judgmentally . Heart pinching a little as she saw the way he was looking at her , his thumb rubbing soft circles in the back of her stiff neck without even realising it. Trying to make her feel better .

"Why do you even care? This is your fault anyways!" She accused him. Coughing.

He groaned, side eyeing her straight back. He should have known she would rope him into the blame somehow .

"how?!" He raised his voice a little then winced to himself when she winced in pain , quickly lowering his voice again . "How?"

She turned her stuffed nose up at him "you covered me in cold champagne in the rain!"

Max glared at her "because you won! Lando did it too!" He was incredulous .

She just  huffed stubbornly, because when In doubt blame a man . "But you did it with Cruel intention' you wanted me to get sick so you could win!"

He glared at her, taking the now empty cup away from her lips. Then flicking at her chin with his fingers making her flinch , wide eyed .

"I can win with you not sick, thank you! You think that I want to hear you whine about like chewbacca?!" He shot back at her. Annoyed at her stupid accusations. She was just grasping at straws, wanting someone to be annoyed at .

She gasped then , insulted . Wide eyes glaring  at him "I do not sound like chewbacca!" She cried out.

He smirked "you kinda look like him too." He said. Then laughed as she hauled a cushion at his head.

"Get out asshole!" She snapped. Too tired to shout.

Max just rolled his eyes playfully , watching as she laid back down. He placed a pillow in his lap, patting it. Casually

She ignored him.

"No. I'm not leaving." He stated seriously . Patting his lap again.

She side eyed him "I'll Hurt you." She threatened him. Sniffling loudly .

Her nose was red and eyes droopy, max felt his heart soften. She was always beautiful but now she just looked cute.

He stifled a grin. Knowing how much she would hate being called cute.

"What you gonna do? Sneeze on me?" He responded smugly . "Shut up. Come here." He patted his lap again, impatiently this time.

She let out a mocking laugh "fuckoff. I'm Not lying I'm your lap." She muttered, yawning, blinking and seeing three Max's.

She blinked hard again, and saw just one max looking down at her , sighing loudly at her stubbornness .

"I'll fuck off after you've had a nap." He promised her.

"You'll smother Me In My sleep." She let him pull her up and position her so that her head was in his lap instead. Too tired and head hurting too much to fight him on it physically  , but her mouth did.

"Bastard." She huffed.

Max just rolled his eyes , tapping his fingers gently against her forehead . "I'll smother you for real if you keep arguing with me. Just shut your fucking eyes so I can leave you sooner. You're getting on my nerves." He told her, twirling her hair around his finger. In awe by how soft it was.

She punched his thigh, he gently tugged her hair . She closed her eyes, huffing tiredly.

She was asleeep in minutes. And max didn't leave.

Hours later and she was still so sick and so tired and max was coddling her, it was weird and strange and they were getting looks from everybody that saw them together .

But she was too sick too care , just giving in and letting him baby her. She couldn't find it in herself to complain this time.

Maybe when she could finish a sentence without coughing her guts up , she would tease him for his level 100 clinger personality that had suddenly appeared .

The way he wouldn't leave her side, holding a flask of soup in his hand that he had made just for her after searching up a recipe on his phone when she was sleeping . He made her drink it from the small cup as they waited for their next press conference.

"You look like you're dying." He winced as she coughed horribly again "sound like it too." He added unhelpfully  .

She groaned a little, leaning into his side and sipping the soup slowly . Barely able to keep her eyes open.

"You loook like that all the time. What's your excuse maxie?" She weakly resorted back.

She missed the way his cheeks flushed at the nickname falling so easily from her lips, clearing

his throat and placing his hand on her arm to steady her. Just as Daniel saddled up to them, looking far too amused for his liking .

Cherrie paid him no mind but max saw the teasing look on his face and sighed long and hard ,

Knowing just what was coming.

He flushed bright red "what?" He defensively snapped at him already .

Daniel just laughed loudly "nothing!" He grinned smugly , then watched as max made her take some more painkillers. Taking her temperature again like a worried mother hen.

"You a doctor now?" He teased him.

Max just huffed "shut up." He muttered . "She's sick and I don't want to get sick too." He said.

Daniel giggled "then maybe you shouldn't be standing so close to her then. I'm surprised you're not giving mouth to mouth yet." He joked.

Then dodged the empty flask cup flying at his head. Laughing the whole time.

Cherrie was completely out if by the time the press conference was happening, body sagging against Max's on the couch. Not paying any attention and just mumbling her barely there answers , max answering most of them for her without missing a single beat . His media training kicking in perfectly .

Then she eventually went quite and he glanced down at her for a moment , feeling a heavy weight falling on-top of his shoulder. His eyes widening in surprise and cheeks flushing bright red as he noticed that she had drifted off too sleep on him, lips parted with small breaths. Frowning a little still in her sleep.

He gently smoothed the frown from her pretty face away with his thumb. Smiling a little to himself at the grumble she let out, squeezing his arm between her own as she cuddled up against him. Out if it, mumbling nonsense beneath her breath.

Then he looked up and caught Daniels eye,

His friend smirking at him as he held up his phone to take a picture for evidence . The other drivers looking between the two teammates that 'hated' each other in shock.

Charles was blinking at him In disbelief "but she called you a dirty, two faced, lying sloth last week." He was gaping, gobsmacked by the sudden change.

Max just flushed a even darker shade of red .  Not answering .

Then lando was giggling at him Knowingly  "-and you said that she was the most annoying person you had ever met. That you wouldn't touch her even if someone paid you." He pointedly glanced down at his arm around her shoulders and the way he was placing his hand Gently on Her forhead to check her temperature again.

He quickly dropped his hand and cleared his throat awkwardly "that was last week." He muttered , swallowing audibly .

Embarrassed to be caught acting like this in front of his friends. "And I don't need to be paid to touch her." I'd do it for free . Beg if I had to. He thought.

The sudden realisation was shocking and he actually flinched in shock to himself , hissing a little beneath his breath as he froze up just as she startled awake. Glaring up at him dazedly , hair sticking up and face sweaty. Delirious and sick.

"Max! For Fucks sake!" She whined , still

half asleep.

Pushing at his shoulder weakly . "Have you got worms you asshole?" She sniffled. Rubbing at her tired eyes like a child .

Max blushed , heart pounding in his chest as he just Looked at her with wide eyes, mouth gaping open a little bit.

Because what the fuck was this?

"Shut up." He weakly replied. Catching Daniels eyes again, his friends wiggling His brows teasingly .

He was So completely fucked. Oh my god.

The only problem with realising his feelings was that max had a problem with keeping his Mouth shut. The words were practically tearing at his lips as he carefully led her back to her hotel room, not taking no for an answer .

He made her another hot tea , placed a wet flannel over her head and tucked her into her bed without even blinking . Like this was normal, like he did this all the time.

He did not. But he wanted to.

He swallowed thickly as he looked down at Cherrie then , taking in her drooping eyes and red rosy cheeks, hair a mess on the top of her head. He felt his heart pound in his chest.

A year of being teammates  and it was just hitting him now ? Jesus Christ! What the fuck?

His mind raced just as fast as his heart was and he couldn't hold it in. He felt like his brain was going to explode.

"Cherrie?" He spoke up quietly after Clearing his throat awkwardly . Stood by the end of her bed still , hands shoved into his pockets as he looked down at her tired frame in the soft sheets.

She hummed, coughing a little . "Yeah?" She didn't even Open her eyes.

He took a deep breath and then without even thinking about it , his heart opened straight up.

"I love you." He blurted it out bluntly . Cringing deeply to himself as he did so . Face a permanent bright red as he tensed up, eyes wide and feeling like he was a bit to have a heartattack and keel over right in front of her.

His nerves got the better of him and he started rambling . "I mean- it's weird but I am so in love with you and that's why I was so mad when you got a boyfriend. Because I wanted to be your boyfriend and thats stupid because we hate each other-"

"We don't hate eachother." Cherrie simply

muttered. Still not opening her heavy eyes, but there was smile tugging at her lips.

Max swallowed thickly "yeah _ well-I love you. Okay?" He finished up weakly. Feeling sick to his stomach .

He watched as she took a deep Breath , shaking her head a little with a small smile on her face, cracking open one eye to look at him.

She hummed a little "max?"

He exhaled shakily "yeah?"

"Can you tell Me that you love when I can breathe through both nostrils again?" She casually replied. Smiling softly at him. Fondly.

Max rapidly nodded his head, laughing nervously  . Biting down on his bottom lip as he felt a rush of hope and excitement fill him.

"Yeah of course! Sounds good. Sounds like a plan. I like plans. Okay." He nodded his head again. Smiling widely at her.

Then he thumbed over his shoulder and awkwardly shuffled to the door "I should go. You need to rest." He stated , still grinning happily .

He opened the door, heart pounding in his chest. His head quick to snap back over to her when she quietly called to him

"Max??"

"Yeah?"

"I love you." She told him easily , yawning. Then coughed again. Ruining the sweetness but it was more than enough for him.

Max smiled giddily, laughing a little nervously . "Cool. Cool. Yeah okay! That's good- thank you." He rambled on. Giving her a thumbs up.

Cherrie laughed. Then coughed.

Max grimaced to himself at how lame that was , face a dark red by now. He hesitated at the door, about to leave.

"Can I-" he took a deep breath to gather his courage "can I kiss you when You feel better please ?" He asked her quietly, face hopeful.

His grin filling his face when she sleepily nodded her head. "Sounds like a plan maxie."

He sighed happily "cool."

"Now get out. Come tell me you love me tomorrow." She croaked . Already falling asleep again. The meds kicking in.

Max nodded excitedly . Feeling like a teenager in love all over again.

"Cool. Love you." He blurted out , happy. Then he slammed the door shut behind him, fist bumping the air as he laughed gleefully too himself .

Exhaling loudly  , he then held his hand over his pounding chest.

He sighed shakily "holy shit. She loves me." He breathed out. Grinning like a maniac .

Who thought that it would only take her getting sick to get them to admit it?

[cgogs]

Oneshot #1 - Nothing / dsmp pjo au (c!dnf) 2k

this is a little bit of an experiment to see if i like writing this pjo dsmp au, and if people like reading it. its super short, but i wanted to get out a little bit of writing to see if i was into it. if i like it i'll start working on more :] so basically feedback is APPRECIATED

“You’re awake.”  “How could you tell?” “I can always tell. Idiot.”

“You’re awake.” 

Dream blinks. The bottom of the top bunk comes into focus in all its wooden glory. He’d been staring at a blur for the past half hour, desperately trying to stay awake. 

“Dream?”

Okay, that really is George talking, and not some sleep deprived delusion. George’s head peeks over the side of the bunk facing the window, moonlight eclipsed by his hair. He can barely see his features, but he knows exactly the look George is giving him. Something between judgmental and concerned. 

“How could you tell?” Dream whispers back. 

“I can always tell. Idiot.”

George likes to tease him for sleeping like a corpse, hands laced together over his stomach. Dream moves his hands to his sides before George gets the chance to mention it.

“D’you want me to do the thing?”

“No.” The last time he let George use his sleep magic, he had a nightmare worse than the ones he was running from in the first place.

“I’ve gotten better at it!” George promises, sounding a tad desperate. “Let me try.”

Some of their cabin mates begin to shuffle in their sleep. There’s a quiet, ‘shut up’ thrown their way, sounding a little bit like Tommy. Probably Tommy.

Dream lowers his voice further. “I’m going for a walk.”

There’s a pause. But it doesn’t seem like he hates the idea. “We’ll get in trouble.”

Dream sits up, swiveling his head around the room to see if anyone’s paying attention. From the back, he can see everyone sound asleep in their beds. When George was claimed, the Hermes cabin elected to put George in the very back corner of the room. The general sentiment seemed to be that they were afraid of George emanating some kind of sleep stink or something. George seemed sad being ostracized, which was understandable.

It was easy for Dream to swap with his new bunkmate, which delighted the boy. George had said he was only pulling long faces because he wasn’t able to bunk with his best friend anymore, which. Dream had no particular emotional reaction to. Please trust him on this.

(Later, Hypnos would claim more sons, and the Hermes cabin would get over it, and Dream will just have to seethe in silence.)

With the coast clear, he stands carefully.

“Mr. D is going to turn you into a tree.” George rolls to the other side of the bed to watch, glaring at him through the wood railing. 

“Come with me.” 

“What? I don’t want to get in trouble. Can’t you just lay back down?”

Dream holds out his hand, reaching up. “Just trust me.”

He’s aware that it isn’t exactly a convincing argument. George tentatively takes his hand, anyway. His hands are soft like they haven’t worked a day in their lives, which might be a little true. But they’re only kids, so time will tell.

George keeps hold of his hand even as he climbs down the ladder. It makes Dream sort of feel like, a knight or something.

“You’re, like, my princess.” Stupid thing to say. Whatever, he already said it, and George is already trying not to laugh so he doesn’t wake everyone up. He holds his breath through a snort, which makes a silly noise, which makes Dream struggle not to laugh as well. Domino effect of stupidity.

Dream tries to communicate with his hands that they could be careful of the creaks in the floor, which he’s previously memorized. George sleepily nods his head like he understands, still smiling dumbly, and immediately steps on one of the loose boards, letting out a very long and tedious creak. 

Okay, fine. If any of the kids in the cabin snitch, they’ll know they aren’t truly Hermes’ child, and the unclaimed ones can cross him off their list.

Outside, the air is warm and perfect, like it always is. Or should be, anyway. George’s hand is cold.

“Okay, so, where are we going?”

Dream points up to the roof, and George’s expression sours. 

“You didn’t say anything about climbing.”

“Well, I’m not gonna take you to the woods if you can’t be quiet.”

“Is that where you go? Won’t nymphs catch you?”

“We’re the babies, they think we’re cute. They just tell me to go back.”

“We’re twelve, not babies.”

“Yeah? Then get climbing.”

George stomps the ground petulantly, but doesn’t go back inside. Dream has to let go of his hand to show him how to climb up. The breeze sifts through his hair gently, the cool air clings to his skin. He’s made this climb a few times, not that it’s hard. But he can hear his friend groaning with every new foothold he has to take.

It’s a big cabin, it’s got to hold a lot of kids. He pities the kids who have to sleep in the top rungs, they have to climb up and down at least two ladders to get in and out of bed. Maybe the ones on top are, like, the strong half-bloods. Ares and Hephaestus and stuff.

Dream pulls himself up on top of the roof with ease. 

“Not so hard.” Dream gloats, smiling at George still struggling on the last edge. 

“Help?” George frowns pitifully, voice small and winded. He holds out his hand. “Please?”

Dream takes his hand and pulls him up. “I’ve gotcha.”

He wobbles a bit on his feet, but steadies. George is only in his pajamas, his own sacred artifact. Sometimes he’s seen him walking around camp in his pajama bottoms. There’s only two beads on his necklace, opposed to Dream’s six. He thinks he’ll have to turn his necklace into a bracelet and get a new one pretty soon. 

“I’m so tired.” George whispers, rubbing his eyes with force.

“You’re always so tired. Do you mean it this time?”

George moans grumpily. He’s standing like he’s waiting for Dream to tell him what to do. So he does. 

Dream takes his hand and guides him to lay down on one of the flat parts of the roof, above a protruding window. The wood is old and creaky, and tomorrow Sapnap (who sleeps at the top of Cabin 11, though Dream thinks it's pretty obvious who his godly parent is) will tell Dream to stop going up there in the middle of the night for what is probably the tenth time.

Together, they look at the night sky. There's few clouds, like always, and somehow all of the world’s constellations are clear. Like New York isn’t right next door.

That one is Andromeda, next to Cassiopeia. He learned that in class the other day. “Class” used loosely– they try hard to have stuff for kids to do around here. 

“Is this what you do?”

Dream looks at him. “Hm?”

“Like. When you leave your bunk you just come up here? When you don’t go to the woods.”

“Yeah. I like the silence.”

“Hm.”

There’s a long pause. Then, George asks another question, sounding even more sleepy than before. Something unnatural tugs at Dream’s eyelids when George comes near. 

“Did your nightmares come back?” His voice is quiet, so quiet, so not even the sky may hear. 

Dream didn’t want to say as much in front of so many people. Even if they were asleep. He nods. “Let me help.” George pokes his shoulder. 

“I’m scared!” Dream laughs quietly, “You did a terrible job last time.”

“Okay, whatever, I’ve been practicing.” George says, accent really peeking through. His mother is from Oxford, if he’s remembering correctly. Work visa. Not that Dream really understands what that means. He just understands George sounds very British, and it’s fun.

“Really? And who have you been practicing on.”

“Sam.” George seems rather proud of himself. “Sam, and it was good and I did good. So you should let me help.”

“Oh.” Dream really thought he’d catch him in a lie. “What does Sam even dream about?”

George rubs his eyes, moaning in thought. Which is a strange way to describe it, but that’s what George does. He rolls away, attempting to yawn away from him. He’s been trying not to yawn near people. It’s cute, but doesn’t make much of a difference. Dream yawns, despite his best efforts. George rolls back when he’s through. 

“Sheep.” Is all he says. He leans his head on Dream’s shoulder. “Let me help.” “Why are you so adamant?”

“Because it’s, like, the only thing I can even do. Everyone can like, make cool plants or be super smart. I just sleep.” George hesitates, but follows through. “And I like you. You’re my best friend.”

Dream’s heart swells, enough to melt his apprehension. Or, maybe it’s the desperation that comes with sleep deprivation. It occurs to him he never changed out of his jeans. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Do it.”

“You’re scared?” George looks up. His eyes are the kind of blue you see in the scariest parts of the ocean. The color of trenches that touch the center of the Earth. “Don’t be scared. You’ll wake up no matter what.”

“I wasn’t scared of that, but, I guess now I am?” It’s hard to keep eye contact. Something about the sleepy glaze of George’s eyes makes Dream’s soul want to give up. Whatever that means, he’s not sure.

“Sorry. It comforts me to think about.” George holds his arm gently. “You have to look at me. Remember?”

Truthfully, he didn’t. He doesn’t remember anything about how George lulled him to sleep. But he follows his instruction, and soon enough he can feel darkness creeping in all around him. It feels like having the biggest, heaviest quilt gently laid over him. It feels like getting dragged underwater. The sound of the wind in the trees melts into pure silence.

He’s vaguely aware of the sound of a yawn, his or George’s, he’s not sure. And then there was nothing at all.

For the first time in weeks, he doesn’t dream. No nightmares about green fire and the earth swallowing him whole. No death, no inevitable fates and failures he can’t avoid. Just, cold nothing.

He’s woken up by someone poking his cheek. He’s slow on the uptake, which is unlike him, but it’s so early in the morning some of the sleep lingers like a shroud. It’s a nymph. She’s not very happy. You can’t keep doing this. 

And when George is asleep, he’s really asleep. And using magic tuckers him out– he’s only just started trying to use it. There’s like, a meter he’ll have to level up. At least that’s what George said. 

Bottom line, he’s hard enough to wake up when he hasn’t exhausted himself. Dream is tasked with the impossible job of carrying George back down and into bed. 

It’s a good thing he weighs nothing. 

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 9 - I could get used to this.

Summary: Y/N and Shouta gets outed in front of the whole gang. Katsuki and Megumi looks way too comfortable around each other. The last day is approaching, but the mood is too good to ruin it with negative thoughts. Megumi tells the gang about her past.

IMPORTANT: I know I said this will be the last chapter but it is NOT. The story ends with chapter 10, I wrote too much again 😂😂😂

Warnings: Suggestive, swear words, mentions of child abuse and neglect.

FIRST CHAPTER MASTER LIST

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The next morning you wake up with Shouta’s arms around you; everyone is asleep in the room, tiny little noises filling the space as the two men sleeps deeply, content and safe. You smile to yourself for a second; when you were a kid you’ve never had the chance to have sleepovers so this kinda feels like you are finally able to feel the joy of it, at the humble age of 29. Present Mic sleeps in his sleeping bag, absolutely ignoring your shuffling; you can’t say the same about the grumpy hero next to you who starts to frown just as you try to move out of his warm embrace. Oh, did you forget to tell the audience that Shouta is a terrible sleeper? Well… Shouta is literally like a cat. He wakes up to everything. Cuddling with him is actually an absolute nightmare because every time you move your arms to get comfortable you wake him up by accident. He tries to fake it, bless his little ass; he continues to look asleep but the sudden change in the way he’s breathing makes it obvious that you ruined his sleep with that one, minuscule movement. Now it makes sense why is the guy always sleeping in the classroom.

“Where are you going?” Shouta mumbles, like you are just about to leave the country without him.

“I’ll start working on breakfast. You sleep some more, yeah?” You whisper into his ears, your hands caressing his head soothingly.

“You don’t need to whisper, Mic can’t hear too well and he’s a heavy sleeper. You could scream into his ears and he wouldn’t wake up.” Shouta mumbles while his arms snake around you again cheekily.

“I kinda want to try that.” You giggle, your eyes focusing on the snoring blonde on the floor.

“Don’t. You’ll freak out the kids.” He murmurs but you can’t miss the little smile on his face. “I’ll come out in a few minutes, try not to burn the house down.”

“Excuse me?” You giggle with a surprised look on your face.

“Sorry, autopilot. When Hitoshi tries to do breakfast he usually ends up burning something.” Shouta says fondly as he lets you go. You would like to say “finally” but that would be a lie. You really want to stay here and enjoy his warmth for longer, but no one wants to take care of a bunch of hungry, sleep-deprived kids.

“I’ll let you off this time.” You murmur into his mouth, leaving a wet kiss on his lips as you stand up from the bed. He grumbles a bit more before he finally finds the perfect position to sleep for a few more minutes.

When you arrive in the kitchen/living room area you are surprised to see an almost empty room; the kids are outside on the beach already, Eri is probably still sleeping in her room and the only two people in the kitchen are Bakugou and Megumi, both reading a book next each other in complete silence. Bakugou is rocking his reading glasses, completely comfortable with Megumi being in the room with him. Whoever said Bakugou is an aggressive person is an absolute idiot. The boy might be loud, but right here, right now, he is the chillest fucking dude on the face of earth.

“What are you two up to? It’s barely eight.” You smile at the two kids. Katsuki jumps up at the sudden noise, looking at you with pure fright in his eyes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” You say, feeling guilty for scaring the poor boy.

“Nah, it’s all good. My therapist says I have PTSD or some shit, plus my hearing isn’t the best so I tend to miss people sneaking up on me when I’m not wearing my hearing aids.

“Wait, you wear hearing aids?” Megumi looks up, utterly surprised.

“It’s a part of my hero uniform, yeah.” Katsuki says like he’s talking about the weather. No biggie. Now that you look at the blonde up close, the poor boy has so many scars on his arms and on his face, it’s kinda heartbreaking. “I only use it while I fight and when I’m out alone.”

You are not sure what to say to that and neither does Megumi so you just give him a nod and move towards the kitchen to make some coffee for everyone. You put the cups down in front of the two bookworms. Katsuki murmurs an almost silent “thanks” and takes a big gulp of the freshly made coffee then spits the whole thing out when Aizawa snakes his arms around you from behind and leaves a tiny kiss on your temple, still half asleep. Megumi can’t stop giggling as he offers a tissue to the pink faced boy, who’s still choking.

“I know, right?” Megumi mutters between to fits of giggles.

“So you knew about this?” Katsuki ignores the both of you for the sake of Megumi.

“Bro, I made this happen.” Megumi answers proudly.

“That’s… really nice of you?” The blonde… asks? Says? “You’re quite mature for your age.”

“I’m STILL only a year younger than you.” Megumi rolls her eyes but takes the compliment. “I haven’t been through a war the way you did but I had my own battles when I was young.” She smiles and for everyone surprise, Katsuki smiles back. Or does something like that. Calling it a smile is an overstatement.

“Okay, can you guys go back to reading your stupid manga and act like normal teenagers before I start bawling like a new born child?” You grumble under your nose with eyes full of unshed tears.

“Get used to it, Y/N.” Shouta says and pulls you towards the kitchen. “Come on, I’m hungry.”

“Why is she so sensitive.” The blonde murmurs under his nose but does his best to look busy with his manga again while your daughter stares at him with zero shame. Honestly. You two are like two peas in a pod; if you want something, you work your ass off for it, even if it hurts. It’s not the best family trait, but with the right people it’s certainly useful. Hopefully, you won’t need to tend Megumi’s broken heart in the near future because swear to fucking god, you are not an aggressive person but you’ll make sure this explodo-boy has no willy to make kids with if that ever happens. Katsuki looks up after feeling your sudden death stare on him and sighs; for some reason, his face scrunched up like he’s in pain when he looks at Megumi after that.

“Don’t do that. He gets enough shit from the media already.” Shouta reprimands and you mumble a little sorry as you crack a few eggs into a bowl. “I’ll be out for a while today, I need to sort out some things.”

“Can it not wait?” You look up at him with your best puppy eyes but Shouta only sighs.

“No, it can’t. I want to take care of these things before we go home. It will only take a couple of hours. I’ll be back for dinner.” Shouta leaves a tiny kiss on your forehead and all the fight leaves you right away.

“If you are even five minutes late, you’ll sleep on the floor next to Mic tonight.” You retort jokingly.

“You’ll be a terrible wife.” Shouta rolls his eyes and needless to say your whole face flushes from his words. It takes him a few seconds to realize his own mistake but it doesn’t take him long to become a stuttering mess; funnily enough, while his whole face resembles a tomato his facial expression is still just as deadpan as always. “… I mean, you don’t need to be… my wife I mean. If you don’t want to, that is. It was a joke. Yeah. I’m gonna go so I’m not late.” Shouta takes a plain toast from the counter and puts it in his mouth as he jogs towards your room to change.

“At least put some butter on it!” You yell after him, giggling like a schoolgirl but you let him do his own thing for now; you haven’t even had a conversation about being in a relationship yet here he is, the guy you thought you have no chance with, thinking about you as a wife. Life is so fucking good right now, goddamnit!

“Mom, you are being disgusting, stop that.” Megumi retorts with a cheeky smile on her pretty little face.

“Shut up and keep staring at your cute little crush in his nerdy little glasses.” You wink and needless to say, you won the round with that; Katsuki almost chokes on his own saliva, Megumi yelps so loudly Kirishima runs in from outside, thinking someone is dying and you can’t help but laugh like an absolute madman while the eggs get burnt on the stove.

If this is how the rest of your life is going to be, you are absolutely thrilled for the future.

~•💜•~

“Tadaima!” A grumpy Shouta comes in through the main door, his prosthetic leg thrown to the side like it personally offended Shouta’s mother on the way home.

“It’s almost 8.” You pout, stepping closer and closer to your loved one to help him get to the sofa, even though you are supposed to be really angry right now.

Well, not really, you have no rights to be offended just because he left you with the kids for the whole day, most of them are almost adults anyway, but you are definitely not a big fan of the fact that he didn’t even send a message about being so late.

“Sorry, I had a long call from the principal. Apparently, he started a new fur-care routine and it’s magical and I need to know everything about it.” He sighs, his arms snaking around your waist automatically. “Where are the others?” Shouta looks around with his chin on your shoulders; his hair tickles your neck in a really pleasant way. Damn, everything this man does just makes you feel things you shouldn’t feel while surrounded with a class worth of children.

“They are playing a board game in the room. I stayed behind to clean up after dinner.” You answer, silently hoping that Shouta takes it as an invitation to… well… enjoy each other’s company…?

“Hmm… I missed you.” Shouta moves his head so he can leave a tiny kiss on your neck, then another and another. You sigh heavily as he keeps peppering kisses all over until he reaches your lips; it starts with a small kiss first but it doesn’t take too long for you two to forget about your surroundings; the kiss gets heavy and wet and you are not sure if Shouta’s clinging to you for balance or for something else.

“I can feel it.” You snicker between two deep kisses, your fingers deep in Shouta’s hair.

“Wait until I get my hands on you in the bedroom when no one’s around.” He murmurs to your lips while his hands wonder under your shirt; the touch is warm and needy, hands grabbing your sides possessively as he pulls you impossibly closer.

“Jesus, stop.” You literally moan while you pull on the hero’s hair without realizing it. Shouta’s barely audible moan doesn’t help the situation.

“Fuck.” Shouta yelps, teeth biting, hands wondering; he’s completely lost in the moment, not even stressed about the fact that anyone can barge in to the living room and see this.

“Language.” You smirk while you lead him towards your bedroom, which is quite a hard task when there’s a man with half a leg missing clinging to you like a koala. Your back hits the wall with a loud thud, right by your bedroom door; mistake of the century as all the kids run out of the other room, ready to fight with whoever made the noise. There is a scream coming from Mina’s direction, Kaminari yells “yes!” like he’s the one being kissed, Hitoshi tries his best to hide the massive grin on his face, Kirishima and Sero stares with a pale face while Bakugou covers Megumi’s eyes jokingly, saying she’s too young for this. Thankfully, by the time little poor Eri comes out the room, declaring the hallway safe and villain-free, you two manage to jump off each other, both of your faces red as a ripe tomato.

This… is not how you wanted to let them know you two are a thing but… oh, well.

“Sorry, I tried to tell them there is no danger.” Present Mic mutters but he’s also incapable of hiding the shit eating grin on his face.

“Dad, why are you hurting Y/N? Stop it! Bad dad! Really bad!” Eri yells as loud as she can; the poor little girl tried her best to sound confident but her voice managed to waver by the end of her sentence. Oh, she’s so precious.

“They weren’t fighting, Eri. They were… uhm… kissing.” Katsuki pulls Eri to his side; it doesn’t take long for her to hide her face in Katsuki’s belly, tension leaving her tiny shoulders from the human contact.

“But the noise…” Eri mutters into Katsuki’s shirt.

“They just stumbled and she bumped into the wall, honey. It happens.” Hitoshi ruffles Eri’s hair.

“I want to stumble and bump into the wall too.” Kaminari says way too loudly; he slaps his hand on his mouth right away. Hitoshi’s face is the same color as yours now. Hah.

“So Y/N is still going to be my mom?” Eri looks at Hitoshi with hopeful eyes.

Nevermind, your face is probably way more red than Hitoshi’s now. The boy looks up at his father with a questioning look and Shouta only nods; Hitoshi whispers something into the little girl’s ears and she perks up right away.

“It’s a secret though!” Hitoshi adds with a wink; Kaminari looks like he’s not even in the room anymore by the way he’s gawking at the purple haired boy after he finished talking. Hitoshi catches him in the middle of the act and winks at him with a shit eating grin on his face; Kaminari’s soul leaves his body and the boy falls on the floor with a loud thud.

“Did he really just faint?” Mina mutters while the attention goes from you two to the boy laying on the floor.

“He’s such a himbo.” Katsuki rolls his eyes but Megumi uses this opportunity to stand right in front of the blonde boy to wink at him seductively. Katsuki’s face almost catches on fire. There is a sound of explosions coming towards the boy’s clenched fists.

You two decide to use this time to sneak inside your room; you both start laughing as the door closes behind you.

“I don’t know what you think, but it was hundred percent worth it for that show.” You giggle to yourself, your face hidden in Shouta’s neck.

“Absolutely.”

~•🩶•~

“So how did Y/N end up to be your mom, Megumi?” Kirishima asks at the dinner table. Shouta tenses next to you, but only for a second; the reassuring hand on his thigh is enough for him to know you are more than okay with the conversation.

“Well, it’s not the nicest story, but I’m more than happy to share if Ma is okay with it.” Megumi looks up at you. You nod, but you do put your chopsticks down, because there is no way you can eat while she tells the story. “My blood parents were always busy.” Megumi starts up. “I’m probably not mature enough to completely understand what was going on in their heads when they had me but if I can tell you my opinion they… weren’t ready for a child. They probably never will be. Their whole life revolved around their jobs and when they had a tiny bit of spare time they preferred to party it away. I’m quite sure I was a mistake…”

“Megumi…” you retort right away, jumping into the middle of her sentence. “I told you not to say that. The fact that my sister is the shittiest mother the world has ever seen has nothing to do with you.” Your words sound a bit harsher than you expected them to be but hopefully, she gets what you are trying to say.

“I was an accident yet my parents still managed to get their shit together and be happy for me, even if it took them a few years.” Katsuki says nonchalantly. Megumi gawks at the blonde next to her. The boy shrugs, mumbling “no big deal.” Under his nose and looks at Megumi with eyes that tells her to continue the story. Megumi takes a deep breath and does just that.

���After my parents decided they can’t give up on their free time for their child they asked Y/N to take care of me while they are out. First, it was once every two weeks, then every week, then when I was around 4, it was almost every day. There were weeks when I didn’t even see them at all.” Megumi takes another deep breath. “The time went past and things got even worse. My mom couldn’t bear seeing me cry, but I was so lonely and sad, so confused by the whole thing… it all started with one slap then it continued until they came home drunk one day and she tried to hurt me right in front of Y/N.” Megumi looks up at you with nothing but gratitude in her eyes. “ She yelled at them then put all my stuff - I barely had any by the way - in one bag and left with me. They didn’t say a word about it and didn’t even ask if I’m alive…”

“Fucking shitbags.” Katsuki retorts with a face full of fury.

“Y/N took me in and didn’t even ask for any money first, down right refused to take a single penny from my parents but we struggled so much she eventually had to. Hence why I still need to talk to them when they call me just to tell me how happy they are that I’m gone.“

“Not for long.” Shouta mutters, looking right into Megumi’s eyes. You can’t help but nod; you are so close to be able to get those papers done. A few more months, maybe a year… “I had a meeting with some people who work in this area today. This case is easier than I expected. We will talk about this later. Let’s enjoy our last two days here then we can do all the paperwork when we get home. I asked a friend of mine to take your case, he’ll get you out of this by the end of the summer break.”

“Shouta, I appreciate your help but don’t give her so much hope. I don’t have enough money to guarantee I can take care of her which is stupid because I’ve been able to for the past few years now but the law is the law…” You retort a bit angrily; Megumi looks down at her feet, heartbroken. Fuck.

“I’m aware of the law and I still stand by my opinion. I wouldn’t say it if I wouldn’t be so sure.” Shouta answers with a straight, confident look. The sound of a sniffle hits your ears; Kirishima leans on Bakugou’s shoulder to hide his face there and for everyone’s surprise, the explosive blonde lets him.

“That’s so manly, goddamit. Both of you. I want to be your friend, Megumi!”

“I don’t want any of your saliva on my shirt this time, fucker.” Bakugou grumbles but he snakes his fingers into Kirishima’s un-gelled hair to soothe him. Hitoshi looks at the two boys, his hands twitching on the table; Katsuki gives him a silent nod and Hitoshi reaches out to pet Kirishima’s back. He looks like a frightened animal, bless him. Kirishima looks up at that and starts crying again.

“Toshi! You touched me! Willingly! Oh my god!”

This really must be a big thing because Shouta can’t even fake nonchalance as he gawks at his boy.

“Toshi has a hard time with affection. We couldn’t even touch him when he moved in first. Eri and Denki helped a lot with that but him reaching out for anyone else but them is a first.” Shouta mumbles to you.

“Gimme a hug you whiny stack of meat.” Hitoshi gives Kirishima an unattractive grin and it doesn’t take long to the redhead to barge into Hitoshi’s personal space to give him the tightest hug in the century. “Jesus, you are suffocating me.”

“Toshiiiii! I’m so proud of you.” Kirishima wails dramatically. Honestly, this friend group is ridiculous.

“I want a hug too!” Kaminari whines, but the gang only rolls their eyes at that.

“You are the only person who gets to hug him on a normal day, shut the fuck up and let them have their moment.” Sero reprimands. The amount of drama should be overwhelming; the room is loud and busy but somehow, it’s more soothing than annoying.

“I could get used to this, you know.” You mumble under your nose to no one in particular.

“We can come over sometimes.” Katsuki mutters with a red face. Even though he’s technically answering you he looks at Megumi instead; she smiles and nods happily at the blonde, completely over the moon.

Yeah… you could definitely get used to this.

“You’re welcome anytime. Thank you.” You smile at the boy and you can only hope he can feel that he has your blessing if he wants to approach your daughter. By the adorable blush on his frowning face, he did get the message, loud and clear.

Someone giggles right by your side; you look up at Shouta, who tries to cover his lips so no one can see him giggling like a school boy but he doesn’t do it quick enough; the teens gawk at him like this is the first time Aizawa did something so human and to be fair, it probably is.

“Tell anyone and you are all dead meat.” Aizawa snickers and while his grin isn’t the most attractive thing in the world, you still can’t help but be completely infatuated by it.

“I want someone to look at me the way Y/N looks at Sensei.” Kaminari mutters to himself.

“I don’t think my face is capable of such a thing.” Hitoshi mumbles under his nose.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I love you guys so fucking much.” You grin at the gang.

“Language.” The answer comes, yelled in unison and the whole table starts laughing like maniacs.

Life is good. So fucking good.

I know… “language”, but fuck that right now.

… Last Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I know, it has been 9999 years. Life got in the way, what can I say. I hope this long ass chapter helps with the pain! 😂💜

- So okay, here’s my Aizawa theory; Aizawa is a terrible sleeper but usually gets so tired after a restless night, he ends up being able to sleep in class anyway. Thank you for listening.

- I feel like Present Mic definitely has an issue with his hearing thanks to his quirk. I don’t think he’s actually deaf as there is probably some kind of protection in his ears to prevent the loss of hearing but he’s probably not the best hearing hero in the world. Katsuki also must have some issues for the same reason. He also has a lot of face-to-face fights and even a small accident can make the poor boy deaf, so.. yeah.

- Can we talk about how fucked up all these kids are? Because I want to give them all a hug. They are so broken but they still have enough strength in them to smile and do silly teeny things and I really respect that.

- I hope the next chapter won’t take as long but my life is still a mess so please be patient with me. I’m also working overtime during the Christmas period to get some money for cheeky figurines. Like this one I bought in London. Look at him. He’s perfect 😭

Likes, comments and reblogs are more than appreciated 💜

TL: @cheesenmax @bobcar1 @ginevraxrogers @garfieldthomas @venuseuripedis @mrsyixingunicorn10 @millerworld @keeri-vents @pwinglez1 @desired-realitea

[vidalinav]

So I’ve been thinking more about my fic idea where Nesta and Cassian are forced to literally sleep together because Nesta makes things go boom in her sleep because of her nightmares. An acosf re-write.

Of course it would start off with Nesta only letting Cassian into her bubble of pure death or whatever like acosf when she has a nightmare and her power is about to explode, except Nesta this time would cling to him without waking up and Cassian would stay with her. As they all do really, because they’re like what is happening? 

In the morning, Nesta’s like hell no is Cassian touching me, but Feyre and Rhys summon her to the estate and in a very similar fashion to the intervention scene, everyone is there and they recount what’s happened. Rhys asks Nesta if this has happened more than once, and Nesta’s like usually I’m too drunk for any sort of magic to occur. This makes them all (sad face), so they’re like well we can’t risk you blowing up the city, so what can we do? Nesta’s like it’s fine, I’ll monitor it. All the rest of them are like hell to the no, you almost blew us all up, and they suggest that since only Cassian could calm her, Cassian should stay with her while she sleeps. 

Nesta is like hell no. 

She refuses. But she does feel guilty and worried that she’s going to lose control of her power and kill people, so she says she’ll just not sleep. To which they’re all like HA! Impossible! But Nesta tries her darndest to not sleep. Like days go by and she gets crabby, but she keeps moving and drinking caffeine, and she is nearly delirious but she lasts longer than a human would bc fae stamina and whatnot. Until, she nearly has a breakdown from not sleeping, and she’s like the cauldron should have killed me... and Cassian who witnesses this breakdown, does what Cassian does and he’s like is being with me worse than death??? And Nesta admits that no it’s not. But still she persists in staying awake, until Cassian in a ploy to get her to fall asleep without just passing out, tells her that he needs to take her the House because Feyre insists she tries something, like a task, and on the way to the House, Nesta falls asleep in Cassian’s arms. 

So that’s one step, except Nesta still is upset that she wakes up in Cassian’s arms so she’s like no, and leaves and the next idea is that she’s going to sleep with someone else, because why does it have to be Cassian? She’s trying to push Cassian away again, so she is going to find someone to sleep sleep with and just have them stay the whole night. 

BUT for some reason she just can’t do it. Cassian leaves for Windhaven because he doesn’t want to watch Nesta avidly searching for someone to sleep with, but Nesta never even makes it out of the estate (because she’s staying with Feyre while all this happens as a safety precaution). She just sits on the couch, crossing her arms, very angry that she can’t make it out the door and now she’s tired. Mind you everyone is watching her (the IC I mean) because this whole situation is something they think they have to deal with and it’s not resolving itself. Nesta cannot be handled by one person, they think. 

So they’re like ehh well Cassian will be back in the morning, let’s watch this play out. Nesta doesn’t go to sleep, she literally sits in the living room all night and she supposes that this is going to be her life. Driven insane by lack of sleep or risk blowing up the entire land of Prythrian. 

But in the morning, Cassian is so sorry for sleep deprived Nesta who has bags under her eyes and is nearly falling asleep eating breakfast so that’s when he says let’s go to the house and Nesta’s like I’m not falling for that again. But Cassian’s like for real this time and up at the House he shows her the massive bed that could fit three Illyrians and he’s like see, if we use this bed, then you won’t even have to be really near me. 

So finally, Nesta agrees. Even though she recognizes that it’s only a matter of time before she can’t escape him any longer. They’re all just waiting for them to be happily ensconced in a relationship where she’s no longer any one’s problem. 

Except of course, Nesta always ends up climbing over Cassian to cover his body with hers while they sleep. Cassian is so fond of her, he can barely restrain himself from touching her (affectionately) when she does. 

A few other details though, Cassian wakes up early as shit so Nesta has to wake up when he wakes up so she wakes up at 5 am and she hates him for this. Literally plans gutting him with his own knives. She also has to go where he goes or Cassian has to go where she goes, because she needs sleep and because of this whole situation Cassian feels very responsible for making sure she’s well taken care of and healthy. Also eventually she starts wearing different nightgowns to torture him but that’s a tale for another time. 

[izvmimi]

Your house is silent. Suspiciously silent for midday.

It’s even more suspicious when you consider that Asta is home. His louder than others volume may never be an intentional choice, he’s simply so full of life and joy it leaves him quicker than he can pare it down for everyone else’s sake most of the time. It still renders you a little bit curious as to what you missed out on while you were sleeping.

Perhaps he has stepped out of the house. But then he would have had to bundle up the reason you were asleep midday to take with him anyway.

Birds chirp idly outside of your window, the sun sits high in the sky. Even the world is telling you to rise and shine despite the sleep deprivation that claws at your brain. It may be for a good reason, the recent addition of your son making you a family of four, but you have to admit you forgot how rough the newborn days are. Or maybe you didn’t have them at all, recalling how easy of a baby Archer’s older sister Luna was without much effort.

The little guy simply takes after his dad and loves to use his voice. It’s hard to hold it against him, being new to the world and all.

With a sigh you step one foot and then the other out of bed, slowly and quietly walking toward your bedroom door. The silence you were so suspicious of ends as soon as you approach the doorframe, your husband’s attempted hushed whisper sneaking in through the crack at the bottom of the door.

“The two of you look so much alike.”

He’s talking to Luna, you surmise. She’s curious about everything in her little world, her brother most of all. Since the moment she laid eyes on him she has poked his cheeks gently, held his hands, and begged each of you to let her hold him constantly despite your gentle yet firm reminders that she isn’t quite big enough for that yet.

You don’t wanna saddle the oldest with the expectations of caretaking for the younger children, something you and Asta both agree about. She should simply get to be his big sister, a role she takes seriously.

“He’s too squishy to look like me,” Luna responds, making you chuckle through the closed door.

Asta softly shushes her. You open the door a crack to see a finger pressed against his lips, Archer balanced on his opposite arm, and Luna in his lap looking between her father and brother curiously.

“You were squishy like that too, you know.”

Your daughter sighs and slumps forward with a pout. You wonder which of her bratty pseudo-aunts or extended family she learned this habit from and shake your head.

“You’re wrong daddy. I’ve always been pretty, Birdie told me so.”

And there’s your answer. Of course it was the Blackbird who is working on giving your daughter an ego the size of her own. You stifle another giggle hearing Asta sigh, nodding while gently rocking his son.

“Of course, and you always will be.” A smart man chooses his battles.

Luna looks around the living room but her attention is quickly grabbed by the crack in the door and the tiniest sliver of your face that’s visible to her.

“Mama!” She shouts, waking her brother into a mewling fit that your husband quickly attempts to quiet by bending to kiss the top of his head.

Scrambling off of the couch, little feet stomping as quickly as they can across the wooden floors, Luna rushes to fling the door open and wrap her arms around your thighs with a grin. That devilish little look is all Asta, even that he can’t deny.

“Good morning! I missed you.”

Reaching down to smooth your hand over her forehead as she speaks, you smile. Asta turns his head to smile at you, warmth from his lips to his eyes and beaming straight into your heart enough that you feel instantly rejuvenated even if your day’s sleep wasn’t all that great.

The exhaustion is difficult right now but looking into her little face and then across the room at her now sated and drooling brother, you know it’s completely worth it.

what if i throttle you OH MY BABIES OH THE LOVES OF MY LIFE OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this is how i'm looking at this beautiful piece

thank you for thinking so positively of my widdle family the loveeee and yes luna loves you birdieeeeee

i love you so much stop being nice to me

[autism-spectral-theorem]

hi posting third chapter of my death note fic on this account whatever. not a lot happens yet but L appears in this one. (ao3)

(first chapter)

(previous chapter)

It was as if only a second had passed when he opened his eyes to the ringing of his alarm. Usually, he could wake up at whatever time he wanted with no need for an alarm, but he had set it as a precaution so he would not be late to school in case he accidentally fell asleep during one of the last few sleepless nights. He sat up in bed and stretched. It would probably take several more nights of good sleep for him to be completely well rested, but he no longer felt so sleep deprived, and his hand hurt less. For the sake of his health, he was definitely going to have to ease up on the judgements.

“Thought you’d never get up.” Right. There was a demon in his room.

“Good morning, Ryuk. I hope you didn’t cause any trouble at night.”

“Hyuk, hyuk. The human world is fun. I flew around and ate some apples.”

Light decided not to press about where exactly he had acquired those apples, but made a mental note that the shinigami’s affinity for apples may come to be a useful piece of information. “Alright. Have fun, but don’t let other humans know you’re here, or they might catch me and your fun will be over.”

***

A group of his classmates was gathered by the entrance to the school. Everyone appeared to be animatedly discussing something. Could it be? He greeted them. “What’s going on?”

A quiet girl from his class whom he had never really talked to previously (though he did recall watching her draw in class, creating near photographic representations of their classmates and teachers) turned towards him. “Have you read the news?”

“I haven’t really been online the past few days. Busy studying. What happened?”

“So busy with your studies that you barely remember us simple mortals, of course, Yagami. Last night, in the span of less than an hour, ten of the world’s richest people donated all their wealth to charity and dropped dead. Then, people on social media started noticing that the past few days, people have been dying under similar circumstances. Some members of criminal organizations around the world have turned themselves and their accomplices in before dying immediately after. Serial killers, rapists, child abusers. It would seem obvious that this is the doing of some government, maybe the CIA or something, but the thing is, corrupt government officials have been dying too, and the events of last night probably eliminate this possibility. Some people have even been saying it’s divine judgment, that those who harm others are being eliminated. It’s just speculation of course. I’m sure everyone here would be curious to know what you think.”

It was all going according to plan. Light suppressed his smile and pretended to be deep in thought, as if taking in this information for the first time. “Very interesting. I can’t say I have heard of something like this happening before, though that much is obvious. Normally, I would say these are just accidents that happened to coincide, but the probability of such a series of coincidences happening is so unlikely that if this was a scientific study we would be forced to conclude something else is going on here. My guess as to what exactly is as good as yours though.” He told everyone he would see them in class and politely excused himself. 

For once, Light was grateful he did not have to pay attention in class because it gave him time to reassess his situation and plan ahead (while ignoring Ryuk’s antics in the background). His initial actions were hasty and based on limited information. He had done the best he could with the large number of unknown variables, but now that he knew for certain that he was in for the long run, it was essential to assess every aspect at play and pursue the optimal course of action.

So far, he was pleased with the results, but it was too early to tell how everything would play out, and if any unpleasant surprises would surface. What he did the day before was a necessary gamble. It was a bold move to go for some of what would seem like the most important targets so early, and he had hesitated. He was not an idiot and it was obvious to him that it was unlikely that all billionaires would suddenly start giving away all their money and restructuring their enterprises according to the principles of worker democracy. The far more likely outcome would be that they would store their assets in offshore accounts, with the bonus of tax evasion, and it would be anywhere between extremely time-consuming and impossible for him alone to figure out who owns what. Perhaps at that point he could rely on his supporters (at this point in time, he did not know of any supporters, but he was sure there would be many people who would see his righteousness eventually).

Given this, it would seem to any reasonable observer that this was an impulsive move expected of a teenager given too much power. But to Light, this was a lower-risk move compared to starting by eliminating “bad” political leaders to make a point, because it was more attention-catching yet did not pose as much of an issue with finding replacements. And just as one cannot win a game of chess using only pawns, he could not achieve his goals by going only after small targets.

***

Bathed in the blue glow of monitors in his dark office, L stacked a dozen sugar cubes into his tea and pressed on them with a spoon, watching the hot tea seep into the sugar, softening and dissolving it. He stirred it slightly, took a sip of the slightly crunchy sugary slush, then brought his eyes back to the screen.  

An unlikely series of deaths around the world had caught his attention in the past week. Such things were not extraordinary in his work, but what was extraordinary about this case was the worldwide spread of victims, lack of any kind of physical evidence, and almost deliberate conspicuousness, as if the killer (if there was one, and this was precisely the point that led L to suspect there was) wanted to be noticed. It was so conspicuous, in fact, that he predicted it would be a matter of a few days before law enforcement agencies noticed and contacted him.

Something caught his eye. Impossible! He took this thumb out of his mouth and stared. There was no doubt now.

His phone rang.

[chevvy-yates]

for the uncommon question game:

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? (for all ocs)

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? (because I probably know the answer for Ryder, I want to know this one for Thyjs)

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?) (for Vijay)

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? (For Ryder)

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? (For Hizumi)

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

When I think about it now — I would get along with all of them and vice versa somehow, since none of them is someone I would not like and everyone kind of inherits a part of me I guess? Vijay (and Jaysen): We would get along, but probably not be besties. He'd be the sort of good friend I like to meet up with sometimes, having a nice chatter with while drinking coffee and I'd love to cook a decent meal for him or hang around at a cool 80s party. (same goes for Jaysen since he's pretty similar, just more hot-headed — I'd probably even get more along with him than with V in some cases? Hard to tell yet since he's newest addition and least developed). Ryder: Listen, Scorpios circled all around me my whole life and I always happen to pick friends who turned out to be Scorpios. And I always got along with them very well which surprises me often. Guess my mum, also a Scorpio, hardened me against Scorpio stinging at me as I grew up :D. So, back to Ry: We would yell at each other all day because of different views onto many senseless things, hurt each other's feelings for a bit, ignore each other for days or weeks, then get back to being sorta best friends. Yeah, like that. :D Thyjs: We would get along, but also not be besties I think. More similar to Vijay. Only with Thyjs I could go to art galleries or just take a bike (the literal bicycle) trip into the field, lie somewhere in the grass and do cloud watching. I'd probably pester him with questions about everything military and he might get angry telling me "Enough now!" :,D Hizumi: Hizumi and I would be besties for sure. Just stay out of everything that brings trouble, be Switzerland, sigh deeply, be lazy, just listen and observe, do nothing, act only when asked, skilled in certain things (them in swordsmanship, me in graphics lol), weird character, likes solitude. Hizumi would be the sibling I never had.

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Answered here. <3

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Since Vijay's mind is always up and running, he rarely finds some quiet time. He hears himself thinking, his inner voice speaks constantly to him and he's always splitting every thought into all possible directions. So this literal overthinking even stops him from falling into a good night's sleep (and then often nightmares proceed to haunt him as his mind starts digging out memories he's buried in the depths of his soul). He rarely feels rested after his sleep at all. He tries hard to stop thinking about things that worry him when he wants to sleep and instead thinks about good stuff: either his best memories or he just thinks about what 'dream worlds' he could build next in his secure subnet space. Vijay likes to create vaporwave art in cyberspace (think of it as some kind of Minecraft — just cooler and with fewer pixels) and keeps looking at his creations. After a while it makes him sleepy and he falls asleep during the process. Or he turns on the tv and watches something until he eventually falls asleep because it does work similar to his vaporwave creating stuff. Yet it brings a bad connotation though because you always wake up again at some point when some strange noise brings you back to the here and now. And then he always feels super sleep deprived and drowsy and the world around him feels everything but not real – like there happened some weird shift in the universe, when his window to the netrunning world is still on it happens to him that both worlds feel like they would mix together. Best he can do is get up, walk to his bed (if he isn't already there) and get back to sleep. It does only get better once Arki jumps into his life. It surprises V as well that out of all Arki is the guy who can make him stop thinking too much, just by being right beside him, showing affection and providing safety. When Arki is around Vijay's sleep is mostly deep and sound (nightmares still do show up tho at times). Arki simply helps V to find the inner peace he's seeking after.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What itch you cannot reach? :D There's no place on Ry's body he's not able to reach, haha. He's pretty agile and flexible so he can even reach an itch on his back. But if the knocking beast inside him counts as an itch as well, Ryder can only deal with it in one way; turn on music, loud! In that way the 'itch' gets drowned out for the time being.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

Nope. Hizumi always prefers the truth over a lie. Even if it hurts, truth is always better.

[iguessjustcallmesunflower]

The CEO Only Eats Pizza

Losing a resident will never get easier. I’m sorry, but it just won’t. When you grow attached to someone, care for them, get to know them, and their families... You become a part of their family. Sometimes, their only family.  

The CEO Only Eats Pizza 

Another of my favorites, who is both geriatric and psych, is the CEO. He’s a softie, you can’t help but love him. He’s a... hefty guy, but God is he a gem.  

He loves everyone. He’s a lover. You can’t walk into the building without hearing, “Hi baaaaby.” From him. Everyone is his baby. He and the med tech fell madly in love and got married (So he thinks.) There have been multiple nights he’s been an emotional wreck.  

Crocodile tears, insisting another resident killed his family... (He has it out for this other resident, the Hippie, let me tell you.)  

“The Hippie killed my whole family.”  

“The Hippie stabbed me.”  

“The Hippie ate my foot.”  

“Tomorrow’s my birthday, the Hippie ate my family.”  

And my favorite?  

“The Hippie shoved a tube up my ass and put a hamster there.”  

There wasn’t a single night I wasn’t cracking up. Not at his expense, of course. Just at the things he came up with.  

The CEO wasn’t treated kindly in another facility before he came to ours. Once he realized we’d actually take care of him, feed him, clean him, he wasn’t afraid. He ate when he wanted. Asked for what he wanted. He wasn’t shy anymore. And he was so polite and sweet about it. One night, he asked for pizza. He didn’t have the money for pizza, so one of us had to face the wrath and tears and tell him. I was voluntold.  

“Bubba, you don’t have money for pizza. I’ll get you some tomorrow night, okay?”  

“Yes, I do, I do to have money for pizza!”  

“No, bub, you don’t. I know, and I’m sorry. I’d be upset too.”  

He escalated to yelling at me in the middle of the lobby. “I do too! Get away from me! Help!”  

“Hey, bubs. Listen to me, can you do that?”  

A teary nod.  

“Okay. You don’t have money tonight, but I’ll make sure you have some tomorrow. Is that fair?”  

“You’re fired.”  

“I know bubs. I’d fire me too. But that’s what I can offer you, lovebug.”  

A resigned nod. A sigh.  

“What do you say we go into the dining room and watch the History channel for a while?”  

Another nod. Wouldn’t look me in the eye.  

We watched documentaries until he was falling asleep in his chair. (Quite frankly, I was falling asleep on the table.) Got him wheeled to his room, hoyered up, into bed... And he tells me he’s pooping. Starts crying more crocodile tears, apologizing, and it absolutely broke my heart.  

I ended up catching it in my (gloved) hands, so it didn’t touch the chuck pad. He’s still crying and apologizing, I dispose of his... gift, and he just keeps apologizing. So, I get down to eye level with him, right? And proceed to tell him about the time I had too much dairy at work (yay for lactose intolerance) and ultimately trusted a fart and shit my pants. He stopped crying, looked at me, determined I was telling the truth, and started laughing. He laughed so hard, he farted in my face when I moved to clean him up. That made him laugh harder.  

The CEO has very special needs. More so than most of the other residents. If it’s not pizza, he won’t eat it. Or he will, but he’ll drool it right back out. He’s a stubborn little shit for that. And I love him all the more because of his quirks.  

There was another night, he was having a rough day with his emotions. I was struggling from sleep deprivation from dealing with my mother. I told him I was going to lay down in the floor and take a nap in his room. He was all for it, let me tell you. Didn’t care that I snore, didn’t care that I starfish and take up as much space as possible. He was just happy that I was willing to sleep in his floor.  

He hated being alone. Absolutely hated it. When possible, he preferred someone to be with him. I think, in a way, I related to that. I have severe separation anxiety when I get close to someone. Really, just in general. I hate to be alone, but I’m getting more and more comfortable with it.  

The CEO is the CEO (in his mind) and when you make him mad, when he gets upset, he’ll fire you on the spot. Of course, it’s not actually true. He’s not the CEO, but you can’t tell him that.  

One night he was pissed. I don’t even remember what about, but he was pissed nonetheless. He was screaming at us from his chair, telling us to get out, he’d hit us, we were fired... He was livid. Nothing we could say would calm him. It got to the point where he tried to swing at me, and I had to take a step back.  

“CEO! Do we hit our friends?”  

Angry nod yes.  

“No, no we do not. We’re friends, aren’t we?”  

Angry grunt, and headshake no.  

“Yes, we are. And I don’t hit you, do I?”   Slightly calmer headshake no.  

“See? We don’t hit friends.”  

The CEO had his quirks, but he was also such a sweetheart you couldn’t be angry with him. You really couldn’t. He was too kind, too lovable, to be cross with. Even on my bad nights, when I didn’t want to be at work, because I knew exactly where I would be, he’d make me smile. He’d “walk” himself across the lobby, scooting his chair along until he got to the nurse’s station. Give me a big smile, and a “Hey, baby!” When I’d walk in the doors. He’s the life of that facility. He really is. I don’t want to imagine what it’ll be like after he passes.  

The thought alone breaks my heart.  

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

AUGHHHH MY HEART <3 /pos

Silly:

I’ve never heard of combining ice cream and soy sauce, but strangely I can see NY liking it lmao. He probably uses it to freak out all the other states tbh. He stares into their souls as he eats it, enjoying the fear and confusion in their eyes. And with a smile, he’ll do it again :)

Honestly him stealing other state’s clothes (hoodies, shirts, tank tops, sometimes sweatpants) has always been a headcanon for me and it holds a special place in my heart. I imagine that the bigger clothes make him feel safe and protected 🥺😭 Though one time he stole one of Alaska’s hoodies and it ended up being the equivalent to a weighted blanket. Poor thing was stuck. He also likes to think that the others don’t notice, but they do. And they think it’s cute and wholesome.

Him having a friendship with Loui will ALWAYS hold a special place in my heart and I can 100% see them reading picture books together 😭🧡. They’ve probably both made a picture book together at some point tbh. Also- NY seeing a book he thinks Loui would like and bringing it to him for their next We-Can’t-F*ckin-Sleep session? YES PLEASE-

FKSGDKSHDKSHDKSHDKSHDKS HIM PAINTING PARTS OF THE STATES DEPENDING ON WHO HE’S MAD AT IS GREAT 😭😭

Tell me why I read this and instantly thought of those acting TikTok’s where the boys wear towels on their heads to represent women/girls 😭💀 NY is the type to throw his jacket over his head and just randomly run at people to hear them scream and run away. He is quite the silly lil fella.

He probably hides a lot of stuff in his beanie and candy is 100% one of those things 😭 he probably also has a rat chilling up there ratatouille style lmao

Angst:

He is the literal definition of sleep deprived 😭 He can fall asleep standing, hanging upside down, all that. Yet when it comes to him actually having to go to bed and go to sleep, he can’t. He just- can’t. Especially not with the nightmares about the war and abuse, the sh*t load of work, and the fact that he feels as though he doesn’t deserve to take a break. Till eventually, he gets sick and passes out. I can also see him using makeup to hide the fact that he’s tired.

NY literally cannot handle loud noise and if he doesn’t disappear, he’ll have a panic attack in front of everyone. Which would be embarrassing. And he’d be seen as weak. Which he does NOT want

I mean- it’s canon that he’s always stressed, he said it himself. "Ya can’t feel somethin’ that’s always there." Like- AUGH. So when things get too much he goes on a never-ending working spree and locks himself up for a while, barely sleeping, eating or drinking anything that’s not coffee. Also- I hc that he picks at his skin and scratches himself, so he’ll often times have scratches and cuts on his hands as well as bleeding and peeling on his fingertips/nailbeds/sides of his fingers.

HIM BEING ABLE TO COMFORT OTHERS BUT NOT HIMSELF??? ABSOLUTELY- he also probably rejects an help that is offered to him cuz he hates feeling like a burden to his loved ones. Then that’s when the others sic the Midwest, OG13, or probably Loui on him 😭. They make sure that some food is put in his system, but they don’t force-feed him or anything. Instead, they’ll calmly sit with him until he’s finished eating and just talk to him and remind him that they’re there for him if he needs a shoulder to cry on.

NY vanishing to somewhere where he won’t be found is fully accurate lmao. He probably goes to Wyoming the most cuz Wyoming understands him to an extent and understands if he wants to be left alone. Iowa would probably try to take him in like one would a lost a child. All the OG13 and Main 6 keep a VERY close eye on NY, making sure that he’s not hurting himself and helping him if they notice he’s stressed and/or overwhelmed. If it’s during a meeting, they’ll cover his ears and teleport him out of the meeting.

He’s definitely attempted before. Just saying. He still sometimes hopes that maybe the immortality wore off.

This man is definitely a wall puncher and has broken his hand or bruised his hand from doing so (he’s the definition of glass bones and paper skin-). NY seems to be on that line between being afraid of fire and loving fire. Like-"Oooo pretty- but danger- but pretty- but danger- I’m gonna lick it-"

Do you have any silly hc’s and ansgty hc’s for NY?

**it’s fine if not lol**

Hii! Ooo thank you for the ask, and I may have a few of both kinds of hc's for him :D

New York's silly hc's:

-He has tried ice cream and soy sauce together because he read about it in a book and surprisingly, he doesn't hate the combination. (the book is King of Wrath by Ana Huang, which is set in New York)

-I like to think that he tries on the shoes of the bigger states in the statehouse because he finds fun in doing so. New York was wearing Texas's huge dress shoes and tripped on them, and Alaska so happened to be nearby and helped him up, which got Alaska to be the one to first notice this habit of his.

-He and Louisiana read picture books together on nights when they can't go to sleep. Sometimes they're picture books that New York himself wrote, other times they're picture books that New York finds in his local bookstore that he thinks Loui would like.

-Whenever he's angry at a certain state, he paints a portrait of them that portrays them in the ugliest way possible. It could be a painting of the state's face with the ugliest color combos and/or purposefully messed up proportions or he may paint a part of the state that the state considere to be ugly or unattractive (ie. if here were madam at Texas, he'd paint Austin bc TX thinks that Austin is ugly, California w/ Bakersfield, Michigan w/ the border shared between him and Ohio, etc)

-He sometimes likes to wear his coats on his head like a wig and walks around the statehouse as he's doing so. And he likes to style it too: sometimes the coat looks like a whole ass muffin on his head (think of how people with long hair wrap a towel around their hair after a shower). Everyone else thinks he looks insane, but he's happy doing it for some reason.

-He hides candy in his beanie and nobody knows.

New York's angsty hc's:

-He has a terrible relationship with sleep. He can't sleep because of flashbacks of his past, he can't sleep because of his workload, and sometimes he doesn't sleep on purpose just to punish himself.

-He likes to lock himself in his room when the statehouse gets too loud. It reminds him of his past again (with all the wars and stuff) and he prefers not to interact with anyone at all for a few days to deal with it.

-[TW: self-harm] Whenever he does something that doesn't reach his own standards, he hurts himself in many ways. He indulges in his never ending workload, he stays up all night, he doesn't eat, and he can't talk to anyone without screaming at them (which hurts NY bc he doesn't like hurting his loved ones).

-He likes to cook for others but rarely finds the will to cook for himself sometimes, much less eat. It's the same way with comforting others: he always is the first to try and uplift somebody yet he can never uplift himself when he needs to.

-He likes to disappear whenever he gets too overwhelmed. The fellas in the Northeast always try and look for him whenever he does so, but New York always finds a spot where he knows he can't be found (usually in Wyoming and Iowa since they're usually forgotten, and both states seem peaceful to me), so they just wait for him to return home hoping he's okay. There was an occasion where he came back with cuts and bruises all over his body to the point he was hospitalized, and though the northeast states thought it was bc of a fight, it turned out to be self-inflicted injuries. The northeast now keep an eye out for any sign that NY's stressed out/overwhelmed so they can go talk to him before he decides to disappear again.

-[TW: suicidal thoughts] He likes to think about not being immortal & what life would be like if only he were to be able to die like normal humans. Sometimes he doesn't have the will to live and finds it so hard to accept that he can't just die. This fic by @xechoecho88x is a great story that ties along with this specific headcanon if you're interested in reading something like this :D

-He has a severely damaged wall designed for when he needs to let out some anger. To go along the lines of this, he likes fire and burns random things to keep himself at ease. The only thing that he regrets burning is an old necklace given to him by a friendly old lady he met & befriended in upstate. Her death took a toll on him and he burned the only thing that reminded him of her so he wouldn't mourn as much, but all he feels now is regret.

That's all I have, I hope you like it :D Thank you sm again for your ask, I appreciate it so much <3

[written-in-flowers]

Hi, keep up the amazing work, I really love your hotd-posts! I really want to request something fluffy (and a lil angsty?) for Aegon, I just want to read about him being both miserable and happy.

So imagine rumors spreading across the castle after a servant walks into a noblewoman's chambers, only to find Aegon embraced and fast asleep on her chest. It is not exactly helping when Aegon later practically begs his mother to arrange for her hand in marriage. Everyone either assumes it is to protect her honor, although Aegon is not exactly known to respect the dignity of the many women he takes. Perhaps the lady gave the whore prince an unforgettable night unlike any other, what other reason could there be? Turns out nothing dishonorable happened. Aegon just stumbled in tipsy into her chambers, they drank together for a while and Aegon ended up drunkenly crying his heart out and falling asleep in her arms while she comforted him.

I feel like he is so deprived from love that just a crumble of care, love and nurturing is enough to have that man on his knees lol. Thank you so much again for your work and I hope the idea sounds OK <3

A/N: I used young!Aegon because I imagine him having been more vulnerable at that age, but nothing sexual happens anyways. Idk if this is gonna go how you expected, but here you go hun <3

***

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but...what?"

Nerves swirled around in your stomach as you sat before the queen. She stood a few feet from you in her gown of green and gold, a golden headband keeping back her tresses of brown curls. A regal queen. A graceful woman. A mother. You knew partly why she'd summoned you to her chambers so early in the morning. It'd been because of the young prince, Aegon.

"My son, the prince," she said more firmly, "He wishes to marry you instead of his sister. Why is that?"

You nearly told her 'You answered your own question, Your Grace,' but quickly held your tongue in. You'd done enough damage letting the boy climb into your bed. You wouldn't do yourself any favors insulting the royal family on top of that. Sighing, you answered:

"I suppose because he thinks himself in love with me."

Queen Alicent huffed, "And why would he? Did you give my incorrigible son a night he'd never forget?"

"In a sense, I suppose."

"Lady Y/N," she stepped forward, "If my son...If my son forced himself on you, you may tell me. Whatever transgressions or shame my son has brought onto you will stay within this room. Do not feel you have to hide anything."

"I am not, Your Grace," you nearly laughed. "Prince Aegon never touched me. I swear by all the gods, he did not."

"Then what happened?"

"Well...He'd come into my chambers after the welcoming feast. I saw him stumbling around and looking a bit lost. He...He fell onto my bed. I planned to go tell his guards, but nobody was there. But then..." you weren't sure if you should tell her. It'll be frankly, quite awkward, if you did.

"But then what?"

“He called me ‘Mother’.”

She appeared stunned by this. You continued, “I told him I wasn’t his mother, obviously, but that I’d have someone go get you so you may take care of him. Then he said...He said not to bother. He said that his mother didn’t love him anyways, and that wouldn’t care what happened to him anyways.”

It was quite sad. You’d stood there in your bed chamber, preparing for a night’s sleep, when your door opened. You thought it’d be your handmaiden with tea or one of your household, but no. It’d been the young prince who came sauntering into your chambers. Knowing his reputation, a pang of shock did hit you for a moment. You’d heard what he does to women and girls in his service, and you worried you might be next. Yet, instead the prince slumped down onto your bed. 

‘I can’t find my room in this damnable castle,’ he’d exclaimed. ‘May I stay here, Mother?’

‘My prince, you must leave. Your mother’s chambers are just down the hall-”

‘Ah, she doesn’t care anyways. She’ll just scold me for being drunk, tell me how I’m ruining the family image and reputation by carrying on how I do, and I don’t...I don’t want to hear it tonight.’

You pitied him. Perhaps the boy hoped to escape his princely duties in his cups instead of performing them. You’d seen how he was during Lady Laena’s funeral this morning: bored, indifferent and disinterested. Admittedly, you felt the same, but didn’t show it as blatantly. You’d only been invited because your family is one of the minor bannermen to House Velaryon; your family said it was expected. You hardly knew Lady Laena except in passing at gatherings, but you still paid your condolences and remained respectful. It was unbefitting a prince to get drunk at a gathering of a dead relative and make a fool of himself. It was even more unbefitting for him to be passing out on a lady’s bed in the middle of the night. 

‘I’m sure your mother cares deeply, my prince.’

‘I assure you, my lady, she does not. She’s made it clear on many occasions what a disappointment I am to her and my father. The man has had sixteen years to name me heir, and he never has. Why? Because, look at me. I’m...this...’ he gestured idly around, face half buried in your pillow. 

You’d gone over to him, making sure to keep your distance the entire time. He smell of strongwine and salty air. He didn’t even remove his cloak from his body when he laid down. You pushed strands of wavy blond hair from his face. It appeared quite unruly compared to the sleek blond locks of the rest of the Targaryen clan. 

‘Despite what she might say, your mother still loves you. A mother’s love is something that is unconditional. I’m sure she says those things not to hurt or criticize you, but you try helping you see the error of your ways. She is only helping you so you don’t fail in life; yes, there is the matter of your image and having to uphold your family’s reputation, but those are things that greatly impact a person’s life unfortunately.’

‘It’s all she cares about...because of Them...She’s never once asked me what I desire or care about. Nothing I’ve done has ever been enough for her. It never will be. I’m always doing something wrong in her eyes. No matter what it is.’ 

You’d spent most of the night listening to the prince’s personal problems; the sort of problems a sober person never says out loud. You weren’t sure what exactly to say other than comforting things. Your heart went out to him. You had your own insecurities and problems, which you felt comfortable airing out to him. Considering how he could barely stand without falling, you allowed him to stay in your room. You helped him out of his cloak and boots, gave him water, and let him lay in your arms. It felt nice having someone to hold, and warm your cold bed. Nothing truly transpired between either of you except long talks about parents, duties, insecurities, and uncertainty of life. He told you about his betrothal to his sister, whom he had nothing in common with and did not want to marry. You told him about the lordling your family has promised you to, who once ate butter thinking it was custard. It never occurred to you that you, an unwed woman, should not let Prince Aegon, an unwed man who is known to take what he pleases, be in your bed. 

That is, until the next morning when your maid found Prince Aegon passed out beside you. You’d stammered the story to her, but the damage was done. Aegon shuffled out of your room, clothes and hair still messy, talking about how he’d make her see reason. What he said to her, you’re not sure, but you knew now what claim he’d made. 

“He said this to you?” she asked, stunned and saddened. 

“I’m afraid so, Your Grace. He did not linger on the subject for long, though. He was drunk. I’m sure it was the strongwine talking.” 

You wouldn’t tell her what else he’d said. Those words were between you and Aegon. “My son told me something interesting, Lady Y/N.”

“Your Grace?”

“He bargained for the betrothal,” she said, eyeing you up and down. “He said if I broke off his betrothal to Helaena, he’d stop drinking. He said he’d stop drinking, stop whoring, stop shirking his duties and be what the realm expects him to be. He said he couldn’t see himself being a better man without someone who makes him want to be good in the first place.” 

“And what did you say, Your Grace?”

“I told him I’d consider it.” She stepped closer to you, “Tell me, Lady Y/N, if my son marries you, would you help him become his best? Your family is well known for their piety and abstinence. Your parents wouldn’t agree to a match if Aegon continued to be as he is.” 

‘To be honest, Your Grace, I hardly knew Aegon before last night. I still do not truly know him, but I can see him.”

“Him?”

“The person inside.”

The boy who wants to be held and told that he’s loved no matter his actions. The boy who drowns his misery with wine. 

“I cannot promise to change him overnight, Your Grace. People like your son cannot give up their vices right away, but I will be there for him. I shall be there in his lowest moments to lift him up and hold his hand through the most difficult parts. As his wife, I will perform the duties expected of me and more."

The Queen continued studying you for a moment, then nodded quietly. "The King and I will think on this. You may go now, Lady Y/N."

You bowed to her and let her lady escort you out. Nervousness made you walk on shaky legs despite your best to keep a steady stride. Neither of you did anything wrong. You'd only comforted the prince when he needed it. Had he truly said he'd change if he married you? You doubted that. Boys often say ridiculous things when in the euphoria of infatuation. You're sure Her Grace would see that and deny the marriage. You don't have to worry much.

...But, should she allow it, being queen wouldn't be so bad. Influencing Aegon to change can lead to you influencing him to do other things as well. Such as bending laws to your family's benefit or getting them higher positions in the world. It might not be bad at all.

Perhaps you would give Aegon a special night time visit...

[sukirichi]

sweet lies [03.final]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst

note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say...sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.

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It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.

Sukuna’s polite enough to not meddle into your business as he’s promised, which you’re extremely thankful for, but you should’ve known the bubble of happiness would pop the moment you stepped out of your apartment. You’ve left your phone unattended and on silent, earbuds always placed inside to ignore Megumi’s calls.

It’s funny, actually, that he’s never replied much to you before other than occasional dick pic and ‘you awake baby?’ but ever since you’ve been…pre-occupied, suddenly you’re on top of his contacts.

You grumble at the vibration of your phone, Megumi’s name flashing on the screen. Back then, you would’ve soared and jumped to pick up the call, voice sultry and toes pointed at the ceiling as you try to keep in your giggles. Now, you’re dreading it, glaring at his annoyingly handsome contact icon that used to make your heart skip a beat. You’re studying in the library and have been doing a terrific job at avoiding him so far, and today won’t be any different.

With a sigh, you completely flip your phone upside down and turn back to your book. You’re on the second line of the paragraph when you feel large, warm hands caress the back of your neck, tilting you upwards to meet his curious – and certainly annoyed – blue eyes.

“Babe,” Megumi drawls out, minty breath fanning your cheeks.

He looks absolutely stunning today, plain and casual yet so handsome in just a black hoodie and sweatpants, his dark hair slicked back to reveal his forehead. For a guy who sure pounded into your skill he had no interest in you that went beyond sexual, he sure did know you well enough, the slight tugging of his lips a sign he could easily read through you. It makes you huff away from him, scooting – trying is the keyword – away from his touch. Megumi’s persistence leads him into you placing you right above his lap and cages you between his arms, chin on your shoulder and his breath floating over your ear.

You can’t help but squirm in embarrassment. Half of the students in the campus library have turned to look at you, and Megumi merely smiles at the attention, audacious enough to kiss the shell of your ear.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! In reality, you really do want to fuck him.

“Why have you been ghosting me?”

“I wasn’t ghosting you, Megumi, it’s called being busy. You ever tried doing homework?”

“You’re so mean to me today,” he pouts, but that pout soon brightens into a smile when you scowl at him. Megumi, albeit never really paying attention to you, your facial expressions have registered as second nature to him now. It doesn’t take much before you soften under his hold, still as mushy as ever, and the nasty fucker basks in it proudly. “There’s a party tonight at Okkotsu’s house, said his parents were away in Greece or some rich family shit. Wanna come and get wasted with me?”

“I don’t know, Megs, I have an essay to finish…”

“Come on, it’s just one night. It won’t hurt,” he shrugs and sways you to side to side, causing your heart to sway side to side in giddiness. It’s this – moments like this – that really fools you into believing Megumi likes you. And that sweet lie only turns sweeter from his words that drip like honey, “Plus, I’ve missed you. Can’t think straight when we’ve been apart for too long, baby.”

You pretend to think about it.

That slight falter in a split second brings about a waver in Megumi’s confident you didn’t think would be possible. Not that you can blame him; you never did have to think about it whenever he invites you to fuck around with him. In fact, you say yes a lot faster than he can ask you something, but something’s been changing you lately – or rather someone.

In the end though, you’ll circle up right where you belong.

Relishing in the rarity of having Megumi coddle you with kisses and affection, his perfume still as boyish and vanilla that deluded you into his faux aura of a sweet boy, you melt one more time. Hopefully, it would transition into a one last time before Megumi’s completely wrapped you around his finger.

“Fine. I’m leaving if it’s too noisy though.”

“Awesome,” Megumi chirps, pulling you in for a long, solid kiss. It takes you back by surprise that you end up wide-eyed above him, stiff hands on his shoulders as you feel him smile through the kiss. Then, just as you’re about to kiss him back with the same passion, Megumi separates himself from you and squeezes your ass. “Promise we’ll have fun, babe. I’ll even bring extra condoms.”

You’re not surprised he left afterwards.

But are you hurt? Most definitely so.

Fuck Fushiguro Megumi.

You were going to leave him, block him, ignore him, avoid him, and carve him out of your heart for good. It’s what you deserve – to be freed from such a toxic guy like him. His pretty face shouldn’t be an excuse for you stick around any longer. That party…well, it would be your last one, you’re never going back!

Still, it’s not that easy to let go. Years of following him around with puppy eyes and spreading your legs open for him like it’s the most natural thing to do isn’t just going to disappear in a day.

It’s for closure, you lie to yourself. That’s all it is – you just need closure. So for one last time, you’ll fuck around with Megumi, then you’d leave him. For good this time.

And yet – your mind still races back to him. His throaty, boyish laughter and the stupid way his eyes crinkle into half moons, his large hands slapping his knees when you tell him a really silly joke. Okay, he didn’t really laugh that much because he’s already passed out in the times you crack jokes after sex, but the few times he did, though? It’s magical, beautiful, phenomenal.

He’s so awful yet so irresistibly charming it’s a huge tug of war between your rational mind and foolish heart.

You couldn’t focus anymore in the library. If you wanted to pass your exams, you need to be somewhere that won’t remind you of him, in a place where a stronger aroma would conceal his lingering scent. The best option was to hang around in a local café closer to your apartment than on campus, and you’ve completely ditched your usual get up to just opting for lookinglike a complete shut in – bags under eyes, heart torn over a stupid boy, the usual Iced Vanilla Latte with the condensation sticking to the wooden table and soft lofi music playing in the background – it’s just the perfect atmosphere for you to wallow in self-pity.

And wallow in self-pity you did, your cheeks squished against the pale furniture while you sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. At the back of your head, Megumi is still giving you one of those slow, long kisses reserved for only when he’s half-sleepy, your heart doing insane back flips as you reminisced whatever moments you once had.

You’re so lost in your own train of thought you fail to hear the scraping of a chair, followed by a heavy body plopping across you. “Well, this is kind of gloomy…”

At the sound of that awfully familiar, deep voice, you sit up straight in a frenzy. Sukuna smirks at your reaction as he loudly sips from his matcha latte – which you would’ve never thought he likes – and sits back at his chair, legs crossed against one another. Unlike Megumi, he doesn’t seem to pose any other malicious intent, so you bury your head in your arms, wishing for the ground to just open up and eat you already.

“I’m sleep deprived and haven’t eaten anything except Red Bull and coffee,” you try to explain, “I look horrible.”

“Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous all the time.”

From under your arms, you scowl at nowhere in particular, ignoring the heat rushing from the back of your neck. Sukuna didn’t seem to be flirting with you, and one peek at him swirling his straw inside his cup proves your theories.

However, the offhanded compliment falls so naturally from his lips it takes you a back, and not in a good way. Defensively, you cross your arms against your chest. You knock your toes against Sukuna’s knees under the knees to get his attention, the taller man peering at you under his lashes, tongue innocently swirling around his straw.

I fucking hate men! – is what you want to say, but something different comes out. “Why are you even here? Aren’t you asleep in the morning because of work?”

“It’s my day off,” he sets his cup down, placing his chin on both of his palms. Sukuna’s gaze travels from your face down to the abandoned papers before you, a scowl immediately making its way to his face.  “Got too bored to cook so I came here for a light snack. As for you…ew, are you doing essays? I hated that shit in college.”

“Yeah, I hate it too,” you numbly agree, “Can barely function right now.”

Sukuna’s eyes lit up the moment you nearly fall on the table again, his palm quick to caress your cheek. If he can feel the intense heat of your skin from the sudden gesture, he makes no comment about it. Instead, Sukuna hauls you from your seat, nodding to your bag and papers before he rushes you out the door.

When Sukuna said he could make you feel better, the last thing you thought of was going to the nearby park. Now, you find yourself sitting comfortably with him, aggressively licking on the vanilla ice cream he’d gotten you from an ice cream man that passed by. It’s a great way to kill the time – or just to enjoy the day despite the rough start – because the sunlight feels warm on your skin, the trees above you shading you from extra shade.

Next to you, Sukuna is surveying his ice cream with the least interest, his brows furrowed as he notes, “Your crush is toxic. I suggest you cut ties with him and get it all over with.”

In part of making you feel better, Sukuna’s subtly given you clues you could tell him whatever’s going on in your mind. It makes you wonder if maybe you’ve been that obvious that even Sukuna could read you, but you’re thankful that he understood, because you really did want to rant about it. Your friends are just a one call away, but they’re not any better. They’ll keep claiming ‘Megumi just needs time’ because they know it’s what you want to hear to make yourself feel better. Though, every once in a while, you needed to talk to someone who could actually slap the harsh reality at your face, and who else would be more suitable than a mature adult like Sukuna?

Looking at him now, the contrast between your roommate and your crush is immense. Where Megumi is all bark and no bite, all needy and never giving, Sukuna’s silent and compliant, an extremely good listener with the patience of a monk.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yeah it is. Just block his number and avoid him. He’ll get the answer soon enough.”

“You don’t understand,” you groan in defeat. Sukuna faces you with worry written all over his face, seemingly tender in comparison to the tattoos marking his skin. Sometimes, it’s so easy to forget he’s actually a lot more decent than Fushiguro fucking Megumi, but you end up slipping anyway, turning to the sky just as tears prick at your eyes. “I…I love him, okay? I’ve always been in love with him even though I know I’m just someone who warms his bed. I know that much and yet…I can’t seem to let him go.”

Sukuna is silent for a full minute. You thought he’ll offer you some adult wisdom only people like him would now, but Sukuna simply snorts, happily licking at his ice cream as if you didn’t just break down in front of him. “Shit’s tough then.”

“You’re great at comforting, you know that?”

“Oh, I wasn’t comforting you,” he smiles and pats your knee, “Come on, let’s go home. I know just how to take your mind off things.”

With the way he’s caressing your thigh and his voice turned an octave lower, you chastise yourself for feeling aroused when you wanted to cry just seconds ago. But his fingers are inching closer and closer to your inner thigh, and he’s warm and strong – so fucking nice too that perhaps fucking him wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

But like always, Sukuna never fails to surprise you.

You expected he’d take you right to his room the moment you’ve crossed the door, but Sukuna dashes for the TV before carrying a huge blanket and heaps of pillow. You watch there, stunned. He makes quick work of fluffing the pillows before grabbing your wrist and pulling you above him the same way Megumi did a while ago.

The only difference? Your heart doesn’t skip a beat. You’re not intoxicated by his scent. You’re not trying to squirm away from him nor do you feel like a silly little schoolgirl who’s fallen in love at first sight.

Where Megumi is deceivingly charming, Sukuna is more like a strong pillar to lean on, which you do exactly. Your head rests on his shoulder, both of your legs tangled under the blankets he’s covered you with. He’s blinking as Tangled plays on the TV, the faint sensation of his fingers playing with yours comforting and way too comfortable. It should feel weird to hang out with a guy like this without him wanting to shove his dick deep inside you minutes later (your movie marathons with Megumi never really finish as previously planned) but with Sukuna?

It feels natural. It feels great. It feels like home.

You’re gaping at him long before you realize it, one of your hands absentmindedly playing with the strings of his hoodie. Sukuna hums along to I Have A Dream with a small smile on his face, one that forms into a playful glare as he catches you staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Disney is a classic.”

You fight back a smile. “Wasn’t complaining,” burying yourself deeper into his warm embrace, you’re lulled into an early slumber with Sukuna’s humming combined with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His plan worked efficiently – for a moment, you forget your heart was aching to begin with.

After screaming internally for a good hour and a half, you arrive at the party anyway. The stench of weed, alcohol, and sex hanging thickly in the air is more than familiar to you by now. You ignore the catcalls you receive as you make your way to Megumi and fuck, he just had to look even sexier tonight.

He’s ditched his e-boy getup with a plain white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a Converse, and that black leather jacket he always refused to wear. Megumi really woke up and chose violence today, the minimalistic silver chain around his neck only adding to his appeal. You should’ve run away then – he literally screams trouble – but you’ve never been one to shy from that. Truth be told, you’re only pulled in harder, swaying your hips side to side as you sashay to where he’s laughing along with his friends.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, Megumi finally lays his eyes on you.

You’re glad you took the extra time to dress in your best outfit today – a lace orange mini dress that accentuates your cleavage just enough for a tease, paired with black combat boots and a white purse slung from your shoulder. Pride pumps through your veins when Megumi steps away from his friends, his hands encircling around your waist almost possessively. He smirks through your hair, those addicting lips trailing lower and lower down to your neck until, “You smell like another man.”

Now that you weren’t expecting. He doesn’t seem to be mad, perhaps a little jealous judging by how he’s grinding his crotch to your abdomen and tugs you closer, but this is Megumi in the question. He never gets jealous, so you flatten your palms onto his chest, eyes daring and red lips upturned into a smirk as you ask, “Why do you care?”

Megumi raises a brow – which really shouldn’t have been such a sexy thing – at your spunk. Normally, you’re too sweet and submissive to him, never would’ve even dared to dress something as revealing like this, but maybe you’re tired of being sweet.

Maybe this time, you wanted to match Megumi’s spice, fight fire with fire.

Megumi chuckles above your lips and swipes a thumb over your lower lip, humming when the coating doesn’t stain his fingers. He’s mentioned before he hates washing the lipstick off his dick, and the fact you remember that has him groaning at your ear. Unsurprisingly, Megumi’s already hard. He nibbles at the shell of your ear, possessive hands brushing over your collarbone as a silent promise of what he’ll be doing to you tonight.

“Like I said, this pussy is mine.”

You should say no. It’s evident in the darkness of his eyes he’s daring you to say no, but it’s too much. The cramped space that diminishes space until it becomes a myth, his hands rubbing circles at your hip, the glint of his new lip ring under the disco lights and anything, everything about Fushiguro Megumi just makes you feel so weak you can’t say no.

Satisfied with your silence, Megumi sweeps you upstairs. There’s already a round of Truth or Dare going on with a bunch of drunk and half-high college students, the lights red and the aroma of weed thick in the air.

It bothers you so you stick close to Megumi, nose stuck at the collar of his leather jacket. He’s not satisfied with just you sitting next to him; Megumi is territorial. He makes sure you’re comfy and using his lap like a throne, clasping both your hands in your lap while he boredly stares at his friends. Okkotsu Yuta, the host who used to be super shy in his freshman year but became one of the most sought after guys in his junior year, sits across from you in the circle. He’s already giggling in his drunken state while Nobara Kugisaki makes the mistake of choosing dare, flinging her bra straight at a very enthusiastic Yuuji.

They spin the bottle and it lands straight at you. Megumi hums in anticipation at the crook of your neck, his little sounds mixed with his heated touches sending fire straight down your core. It’s inebriating to have him this close, but you need to keep a straight head if you want to survive.

Fighting the arousal pooling at your stomach, you offer a flat smile. “Truth.” As expected, the crowd isn’t pleased. They holler, “Booooo,” with their hands cupped around their mouths, the others snickering at you, though you’re quite satisfied with the safety of your choice. You could be crazy with Megumi, but being crazy around others isn’t something you’re comfortable with.

Thankfully, Yuta shushes the crowd dramatically with a threat he’ll kick them out with his infamous Katana that’s been passed down by an ancestor. Once everyone’s calmed down, Yuta smirks at you, eyes wiggling as he asks, “Who’s the best dick you ever had?”

You don’t think twice about it. Someone else’s face pops up for a split second, but it’s so natural, so obvious that you would say – “Megumi.”

“Speak louder, baby, they won’t hear.”

“It’s you,” you suddenly grow shy at the attention, whatnot with Megumi shamelessly trailing hot kisses down your neck now for everyone to see. He’s shameless as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh, all the while keeping eye contact with the other guys whose eyes are zeroed in on the swell of your breasts that are an inch away from popping out from your dress. It’s the best time to submit, the perfect time to give him what he wants, and his expert hands prompt his name out of you with a single suck at your neck.

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Damn, Megumi, you’ve trained your bitch well.”

“’Course I did. My dick does all the disciplining,” Megumi cups your jaw to tilt your face at him, cooing at you as you flush embarrassed from everyone’s snickering. “Aw, don’t pout baby, it’s all just harmless jokes. You know I treat you like a goddess when we’re alone.”

“Yo, man, get a fucking room!”

Megumi ignores Yuuji’s comments and makes an offhanded comment the latter is just jealous because he hasn’t had his dick wet in days, ensuing a close dog fight between the guys. Maki has to step in and kick the strawberry haired boy back to his seat, scolding her cousin to back down. Meanwhile, you cling to Megumi like a scaredy-cat, head empty with nothing but the way he’s never hold you this close and proudly before.

Just one last time.

“Megs, your turn.”

“Dare.”

Yuuji slaps his palm over Yuta who usually gives the dares. The older guy rolls his eyes but lets it slide, knowing that Yuuji could also let loose with his dares. Megumi isn’t afraid though, he stays docile around you, leaving little nibbles at your ear and even squeezing your boobs at one point. You know he’ll never back down from Yuuji’s dares, even as his eyes darken with mischief. Now, Yuuji is a nice guy, but something doesn’t quite feel right with the way he’s staring Megumi down.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room.”

Megumi freezes.

Time must’ve stopped because everyone is chanting, “KISS, KISS, KISS!” but he makes no move. You stay there, staring up at him wide eyed with your arms looped around his neck. Your heart is beating a mile a minute in your chest the moment Megumi’s eyes gaze down to your lips, smirking as he leans closer, leans down lower, and you close your eyes, waiting for the salacious kiss that would sear at the back of your mind. But it never comes and a gust of wind flies by through you, and before you know it, Megumi’s leaned over your shoulder, his hand cupping the cheek of this girl named Alicia who you’ve heard about from your friends before that she’s Megumi’s current pick.

Alicia was never supposed to kiss him back. Your friends told you, they promised you she wasn’t the type of person to fall for the likes of Megumi, and yet she’s smiling through the kiss. You’re still in Megumi’s lap but your vision is of the audience, their jaws dropped and Yuuji slapping Yuta’s thighs. “Oh, shit! That’s gotta hurt!”

You don’t think twice.

You push yourself off Megumi and run out the room, the sounds of their chaotic laughter mocking you to no end. You know – you fucking know – you’d never quite belong in Megumi’s circle. Everyone knows you’re just another one of his bed warmers, and they also know how much you’re hopelessly in love with him, begging, hoping that one day he might return your affections.

It makes perfect sense with each step you take further from the room. This has to be staged, intentional, because there’s no way Yuuji would’ve said that if he didn’t already have an idea maybe Alicia reciprocated Megumi’s feelings.

But what about your feelings?

Does no one really care? Were you really reduced to just another body count?

Your chest squeezed uncomfortably as you pushed past the crowd, ignoring everyone’s protests from how rough you were. You don’t stop until you’ve locked yourself inside a restroom, tears freely falling down your face. With trembling hands, you fall back to the floor, dialing the only person you could trust right now.

He picks up not three rings later, voice still gruff and laced with sleep. “Hello?”

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper, pathetically wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m – can you please pick me up?”

From the other line, you can hear Sukuna shuffling for something in the background. Keys dangle and he locks the door, the sounds of his rushed footsteps so relieving to your senses. “Where are you? What’s wrong? Did someone force themselves on you?”

“No, I just…I want to go home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll be there soon.”

You text him the address and end the call. From the outside, the bass is thumping so hard it makes your head pound. You’re already feeling dizzy from crying so much, hands clutched around your chest because it hurts so much.

Stupid Megumi, fucking stupid Megumi – but aren’t you the stupider one? You’re the one who chose to keep being with him despite the warning signs. You’ve heard what everyone said about him, his reputation as a fuckboy isn’t exactly a secret, but you hoped, you sincerely hoped you could at least be good enough. But you’re not not good enough – Megumi just simply doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better and he needs to go to hell, so then why does it hurt so much the more you picture how he’s humiliated you like that?

Your dress is beyond soaked from how much you’ve cried. At this point, you just feel achingly numb. The pounding in your head is matched by the soft knocks rapping against the door, and thinking it’s Megumi or one of his lackeys, you wrap your arms around your knees.

“GO AWAY!”

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Open up, let’s get you home,” It’s Sukuna. Scrambling for the door, you push it open and jump into his arms without a second thought. Sukuna effortlestly catches you, and the dam you thought had dried up in you breaks again. He stiffens as you cry on his shoulder, fists balled around his shirt in a vice-like grip. “Who the fuck made you cry? Is it him again?” he growls, “I seriously want to knock the living daylights out of him.”

“Don’t start a ruckus, Sukuna.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he visibly softens at your state. Sukuna rubs your back soothingly and lets you cry like that, shielding your vulnerable state with his arm. He moves you to hide your face in his chest and kisses the crown of your head, so gentle and unbelievably tender. “I don’t pick on someone weaker than me. That’s bullying.”

You don’t utter another word as he leads you out of the house. He mutters under his breath on how kids are so wild these days and he really can’t imagine he was once like that. Sukuna’s car is parked on the curb, and you rush for it, eager to go home until he stops you. He wraps his jacket around your shoulders to offer you some modesty and you offer him a weak smile, allowing him to embrace you from the sides to guide you.

“Hey!” Megumi calls out, “Hey, what are you doing with her? Let her go,” his footsteps echo behind you just as you clench your eyes shit, “I said let her go!”

“Don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid,” Sukuna mutters to himself like a mantra.

“Yo, steroid guy, you deaf or what? I said let my girl go—” Megumi falls on his ass. He stares up at whoever punched him, eyes wide at Sukuna’s arm raised, but his eyes are on you. “Ow! You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”

“Shit,” Sukuna laughs beside you as you wince at the soreness of your knuckle. “That was hot.” Somehow, you find the ability to smile. You’ve always wanted to top Megumi, but seeing him below you like this, weak and clutching his broken nose while whining about it like a little bitch, it feels a lot more satisfying.

You want to scream at him, to release all the profanities that have manifested your anger throughout the years. But Megumi crawls back with something unreadable in his eyes, the edges of his lips tinted red with a smack of lipstick, probably from Alicia.

The sight has you scoffing. Maybe you don’t have anything to worry about after all – Megumi hates lipstick stains with a passion. If he ever gets with her, they won’t last long enough.

That fact is enough for you to flip your hair over your shoulder, glaring at Megumi one last time before dragging Sukuna down by the collar. His laughter ceases the moment your lips collide, your hands teasing around his neck to brush at his undercut. Sukuna moans through the kiss, the way he’s explicitly grabbing the flesh of your ass a sign he’s aware what kind of game you’re playing. You make a mental note to apologize for this later, but for now, you’ll shamelessly savor his tongue and the minty aftertaste, grabbing at his large frame that picks you up with no ease.

You leave Megumi gaping at the lawn after that, your finger middle raised right before Sukuna speeds off.

Fuck, that has never felt so good. This feeling…it bursts through you. There’s this certain satisfaction in finally having the power at your fingertips this time around, and you you’re your wicked smile through your hair, too absorbed in your own feelings that you don’t register Sukuna’s worried tone at first.

“So…do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He doesn’t pry afterwards, just shoots you a curious look. Just moments ago, you were crying and feeling like you’re on the verge of breaking down, but this adrenaline rushing through absolutely cannot fuck around anymore. The image of Megumi realizing he’s lost you is so exhilarating, and you twist your torso to face your roommate, grinning at his handsome features. He looks so delicious like this, black button up shirt left open at the top, his veiny, muscular arms driving one hand on the steering wheel and the other gently caressing your thigh. You suck in a deep breath, licking your lips as you purr, “Hey, Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Pull over.”

“Wait, why? We’re so close at home.”

“Pull over, I’m done,” you insist with a glare, although the animosity isn’t directed at him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on the road before he spares you a glance, smirking at how you’re already unclasping your bra from your seat.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re going to use me as a stress reliever.”

At his words, your arms still behind you. You glance up at him with wide, worried eyes that immediately reach out for his hands in assurance. “N-No, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Usually, sex is a lot crazier when the other is angry. Use me as you will – I don’t really care,” he licks his lips and suddenly slams on the brakes under an empty parking lot, already flipping something in the engine. You’re taken aback as Sukuna discards his shirt in a second, his large arms carrying your frame to the backseat with him. Sukuna spreads your legs as he helps you get rid of your dress but it’s too tight that you just give up, leaving the material bunched under your boobs instead. Sukuna’s eyes darken at the lack of material under your dress, his fierce gaze shooting up to yours as he massages your inner thighs, his breath labored.

“What position do you want?”

“Fu-fuck, I don’t know, just fuck me,” you whine, spreading your legs farther to make space for him. He’s a tall guy with long limbs that he shrinks even with his fancy car, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. Sukuna seems a lot more focused in fucking you in that moment because he’s unhooking his belt, diving down for one more kiss that is a lot heated and rushed than the previous one for show.

“I want to get rid of his face from my mind, I fucking hate him so much,” you can’t help but bite down on Sukuna’s lip, hard enough that it draws blood. Sukuna groans into your mouth, the sound so utterly deep and sexy you drip down on his seats even more.

“You’ll still go back to him after this?”

“No…it would be stupid if I did,” you roll your eyes.

“Good girl,” Sukuna praises as his lips leave a wet trail from your jaw down to the valley of your breasts. His smile is quickly replaced with a sinister grin, one of his hands cupping your breasts at the same time his teeth dart out to playfully nip at your breasts. He really shouldn’t look so enticing under you like this, and you’re so caught by his devilishness you fail to realize he’s already rummaging through your purse. “But I think lover boy still doesn’t get the message. We’re gonna have to punch it through his dumb skull.”

He hands you your phone, Megumi’s contact right before you.

“Sukuna, what’re you doing?”

“Call him,” Sukuna moves up to fish a condom out of his wallet and slides it to his already throbbing cock, chuckling at the way your eyes widen at his girth as if you hadn’t taken him before. “Call him and let him hear how I fuck you better, sweetheart. Boys like him won’t get the message unless you tell them directly.”

His hands clutch the backseat until his knuckles turn white, aligning himself with your entrance. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily and you moan loudly at the intrusion, pretty little gasps a sign of your pleasure. Helplessly, you grip at his bicep while your legs shake from how tense you are, the tantalizing movement of his hips pulling breathless moans from you. “And what better way than to take what’s his, right? What did he call this? His pretty pussy?” Sukuna scoffs, “Fuck that, stupid little boys can’t even fuck you right, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Ngh, Sukuna, that f-feels good, right there!”

“Right here?” he teases with a stroke of his cock that brushes against your tight walls. Sukuna’s face contort into pleasure when your tight pussy sucks him in, falling forward just to rasp in your ear. “Call him. Then, I’ll fuck you however you want me to.”

You don’t know how you’re able to swipe on Megumi, but he picks up in the speed of light like never before. Sukuna mouths loudspeaker and you follow his commands, Megumi’s voice booming through the sex-filled air of the car. “Where the fuck did you go? The party wasn’t over yet and you’re hanging out with some beefy, tattoed guy? It’s your roommate, isn’t it?” Megumi curses at someone before continuing, the aggravation evident in his tone. “He’s such a fucking creep, I swear if he lays his hands on you again I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, kid?” Sukuna challenges, “Oh and mind you, she’s the one who asked me to fuck her. As her concerned roommate and the more mature adult, I believe it’s my duty to listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining she’s not being fucked good.”

“Sukuna!” You whine and slap his arm, but you’re smiling, the pleasure and satisfaction of slapping Megumi this harshly making you feel greater than ever.

“Are you sleeping with her?” Megumi sounds like he’s losing his shit, and you sincerely hope he does. “Gosh, Y/N, how low can you be? I thought you were my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Since when?” you attempt to scream, but Sukuna’s gripped your thighs and pulls your lower body closer to his cock in time to meet his thrusts. Your body slides off the seat and you’re left screaming Sukuna’s name, the latter wearing a shit-eating grin at the way you’re creaming around him. Somehow, your attention reverts back to Megumi’s whining. “You’re a fucking dick, Megumi, I honestly hope you choke on your small dick!” you shout and end the call, slapping your hand on your face as you throw your phone away. “I hated saying that.”

“Because you still like him or…?”

“No, because he was actually a good fuck and his dick is huge,” you say through pants. Sukuna must’ve hated how you’re talking about Megumi’s dick when he’s literally rearranging your insides, and Sukuna grabs your leg, manhandling you into the position he likes. You’re immediately on your knees with your back flat to his chest, your arms locked between your bodies as Sukuna takes you from behind. Your head falls back to his shoulders where Sukuna leaves messy open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty skin. “I fucking hate him. He’s such an asshole.”

“Hmm, well don’t spend too much energy thinking about him anymore,” Sukuna snarls at your skin, releasing your hands just to rub at your swollen clit. “Just let loose and let me take care of you. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember meeting him.”

The honest side of you wants to moan, the familiar tightening of your abdomen appearing already. He’s hitting all your sensitive spots that you can barely think, only feel, but you also feel so powerful and enraged that you cup Sukuna’s cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. You hit his thrusts by pushing back against his cock that causes him to slide in deeper, the large man groaning deep within his chest.

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, hundred percent confident, baby.”

“Let’s see what you got then,” you teased him. Pretending you’re not seconds away from coming is an even bigger challenge than leaving Megumi, but for the sake of riling up Sukuna, you would do it.

“You’re challenging me?”

“If I don’t cum at least twice, then that’s going to be a damn shame.”

“Twice? That’s not even the minimum,” he shakes his head tauntingly at you, increasing his pace until the sounds of his balls smacking your ass and both your groans are filling the dead silent night. It’s so lewd and dirty that your tongue lols out from the pleasure, eyes shut tight because you’re close, so fucking close! “You’re going to lose your fucking mind,” Sukuna said as a final warning.

You didn’t think too much of it until he pulls out of you seconds before you came. The crestfallen look written all over your face makes him laugh, but Sukuna only turns your body and goes down on his knees, hitching your legs over his shoulders. Your chest falls up and down as he dives down to your sopping, abused cunt, hands threading through his hair before he rudely flicks it away. “No. Hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he hissed, but his roughness is softened only by a little bit when you whimper so sweetly for him. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, you’ll get your chance when we get home. For now, since you’d so rudely woke me up and left me without inviting me for dinner, I’m starving.”

Sukuna dips between your thighs, tongue poking out to take the first taste of your juices. Your reaction is instantaneous and gratifying; head thrown back, nails dug into the seats, legs quivering and falling open wider to welcome the warm, wet muscle that licks flat from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuuckk, Sukuna, slow down, ngh—”

“He ever ate you out this way?”

“No, I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“Can you take it, sweetheart? Should I stop?” You know he’s teasing you, the sniggers muffled from your pussy lips are still heard but you can’t fight back, not when your legs turn to jelly at his ministrations.

“Keep going, fuck, please, I will slap you if you don’t make me cum tonight,” you threaten, and Sukuna smartly responds by sucking your clit into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, careful enough not to hurt you while plunging two fingers deep inside you, curling it into a come-hither motion that stretches you pleasurably. “Too, oh, shit!”

“You can’t even talk properly,” he chuckles, and the vibrations that come afterwards shatter your entire world. “And this is just my tongue. Feels too good?”

“Yes, yes, too good!” you cry out, “Sukuna, em coming!”

Your orgasm has no build-up whatsoever. You lay there panting with a silent scream as your nails scratch against his seats, toes curled as it comes down into you in one, hard slap. Sukuna hums as he licks up the arousal trailing down your pussy to not make even more of a mess. “Already? I haven’t even started yet,” he sighs sarcastically, “Don’t think I’m done with you. I did say you’d lose your mind, right?”

Sukuna has now joined you on the seats, flipping you to the side where he hooks one leg under his arm, your other leg extended to your side that remains flushed at the seats, his thighs squishing yours. It’s utterly challenging to move in this position and you’re completely at his mercy, the sight of his tall, dominating figure above you forcing you back into a submissive space. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before his cock is pushing past your pussy once more, bottoming out in one, swift thrust.

“’Kuna, too sensitive, mhhm—”

“You’ll take it,” he breathes out while peppering kisses at your ankle, “Come on, you’re a good girl, yeah? Give me one more.”

“Su-kuna, it’s too much!”

“Just one more.” Sukuna elicits moans from you the harder he thrusts, leaning forward until you’re crying out from the stretch of all the muscles in your body. He’s being nice today by letting you cum more than twice in the exchange of holding back his, because he’s absolutely throbbing inside you. He picks up a rougher pace from where he left off, saying your name through gritted teeth as you tighten around him. You’re squealing and whimpering from behind your fists, overly sensitive still from your previous orgasm.

His hips roll in such a mind-numbing manner before Sukuna rams into you utterly deep, your bodies flushed so close you can feel the heat pulsing from his skin. Sukuna tenses above you before he brings you to your orgasm, with him following not long afterwards.

Sukuna pulls out with a groan and ties his condom in a knot, discarding it above his clothes. Upon hearing your soft sighs, he immediately rushes your side and pats your cheek to wake you up. “Hey, look at me,” he commands, though his voice is gentle and soft. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out through fluttering lashes, “Yeah, I’m just tired,” extending your arms to him, you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him close. “Come here. Want cuddles.”

Sukuna gives in to your request for a few minutes and stays wrapped up with you. It’s perfect to be in this state, to be held so close and not just touched, the intimacy of it all bringing about unfamiliar warmth that only ever makes itself present when he’s here. “As much as I want to stay like this, we’re sweaty and sticky,” Sukuna murmurs through your hair, his hands roaming all over your skin. There’s no other sexual meaning behind it even as his rough palms graze past your mound. His touches are more like him exploring your body out of curiosity, out of the desire to just have you this close. You’re unsure what to feel about it and your mind is uncannily clear after an orgasm, but Sukuna’s already sitting up with you above him before you could ponder about it any longer. “Let me take you home first, then we’ll cuddle. What do you think?”

“Oh fuck,” you cut him off upon seeing the flashing of your screen. “It’s Megumi. Fifteen missed calls.”

“Lover boy is crazy,” Sukuna snickered behind you.

“Good thing I’m crazier,” you shut your phone off and throw it to the passenger’s seat, beaming up at Sukuna and giving him the puppy eyes from behind your shoulder. “Can we get milkshakes on the way?”

“I think you got enough milk.”

“Sukuna!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he raises his hands in surrender. You pout until you feel something hard and wet poking your bottoms, and Sukuna smirks, gesturing to his erection that you haven’t noticed. “You do know that I’m still hard, right? I’ll fuck you again when we get home.”

“You could’ve just let me suck you off.”

“Nah,” he refuses, “I want to feel you come around me,” Sukuna cockily winks at you, and your mouth falls open, gasping in disbelief at how vulgar he could be. He steals a quick kiss then as he tugs his pants up, the sight of him rolling his sleeves back up to his elbows thoroughly…compelling that you’re left salivating at the ripples of his muscles. “I’ll just wait ‘til we get home. Right now, I need to treat someone like a princess and get her some food.”

“You should stop saying that,” you blurt out defensively, “Sweet lies won’t get you anywhere.”

“I wasn’t lying about anything. I meant every word I said.”

The tension thickens in an instant. Sukuna looks at you warily – or perhaps worriedly? – before he situates himself back in the driver’s seat, starting the car right after you’ve fixed your appearance. Considering it’s already late, he’s struggling to find any restaurant or diners open to appease your cravings, though he doesn’t complain about it.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, unable to find a proper explanation to his behavior. “Sukuna…” you start off nervously, refusing to look him in the eye. “Do you uhm…do you like me?”

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart?”

“I meant…maybe you just like me for my body, you know?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head towards you, “I’m too old for drama and playing with people’s feelings. Like I said, the cards are all in your hands now. If you want us to just have casual sex, I don’t mind, but if you also want to be, uhm…” Sukuna awkwardly rubs at the back of his head with a clear of his throat, the tables turned because now he’s the one who can’t meet your gaze. “…something more, then I won’t refuse that either. I’m up to whatever you want to do.”

“And if I said that…maybe I’m considering getting to know you better?”

“Then maybe I would happily say yes.”

You smile at how easily he lightens up the mood, feeling a smile already playing on your lips as you giggle. “Just a maybe?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he groans, averting his eyes from the road (it’s empty anyway) to get a quick peck. You whack his arm and his laugh only grows louder; he knows you’re not really angry, because he kisses really good and you like it a lot more than you’ll admit.

“I’ll be a hundred times of a better boyfriend than what you’d expect.”

“You’re really confident, huh?”

“Oh, I’m confident I can treat you well,” he nods proudly, head tipping back to the backseat. “I did just let you ruin my leather exterior and let you walk away while I have a raging boner. Do you have any idea how much self restraint a man has to have to let that happen?”

“Probably an immaculate one. Megumi would never let me go unless he’s came.”

“Yeah, well, fuck that guy,” Sukuna doesn’t even bother to try and hide his hatred for your former crush, and you’re smiling like a lovesick fool on the seat. “You’re with me now. So, since I want to spoil you, how many milkshakes do you want?”

Back then, you were always too addicted to lies that seemed so sweet that you couldn’t be able to stop. But now that you’ve met Sukuna, perhaps the blissful truth is a lot sweeter, and it’s a much healthier addiction you’ll take any day.

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[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

Hi 🧸-anon here.

Something that would be kinda funny would be like, staying up really late on a weekend hanging with Levi (probably binging some anime or playing games in his room) and then you just look at the clock and go,

“Damn, it’s 6 am already”

And like, you look at each other, nod and go directly back to what you were doing before looking at the clock. Later it’d be even funnier when all of the others would bare witness to neither of you looking alive, while simultaneously jumping between that “I’m so tired I seem more awake than anyone” and “It’s taking all my willpower to stay awake and not fall asleep at 1 pm”

Idk just some fun 3 am thoughts

Catch you later 👋

I love this because I am definitely the second one and all my friends say it is really funny to watch me try to stay awake.

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Here's how I imagine it.

They are both sitting there playing some long co-op game (it takes two, mario, etc.) They started late thinking it'll be easy, and we are REAL gamers so we can speed run it without ever playing it before.

It wasn't a speedrun. MC looks up from taking a swig of their energy drink and sees the clock. It reads 6:00 AM.

"Hey Levi."

"What?"

"It's 6:00 AM"

Now he looks at the clock. They both stare at it until it changes to 6:01. Before looking at each other and then looking back to the TV.

"I need your help for this part." The time completely disregarded. I mean, they have to at least be halfway done, right? (Wrong) They finish the game at like 3:00 PM with high fives.

Now they both decide to venture out for "Breakfast" and this is when the residents of the House of Lamentations bare witness to the sleep deprived duo.

Levi would be the I'm more awake than everyone type of sleep deprived. He is able to cope somewhat well. He looks pretty normal, except he is putting orange juice in his cereal. Wait, now he put the cereal box in the fridge. Why is he using a fork? Maybe he isn't alright.

MC on the other hand, I think would be the one using all their willpower to stay awake. They stumble around the kitchen making their bowl of cereal. They actually put in the right ingredients (not without dropping some of it and making a mess of course) all before plopping at the table and falling asleep face first in the bowl.

Here are the brother's reactions to

Sleep Deprived MC (and Levi)

💙 Lucifer -

He is mad that Levi would keep MC locked up in his room like that! And on a school night!

Because of that MC missed all their classes and it reflects poorly on him.

He does think it is kinda cute how they stumble around...

"Please be careful where you are pouring MC"

He tips the milk back before they get it everywhere.

He also makes sure to put everything that Levi moved, back in its proper place and clean up their mess.

💛 Mammon -

He is very worried.

He keeps pulling MC in different directions because they keep trying to run into the counters!

"Oi, Watch where your going!"

Definitely records Levi's triumphant look as he tries to eat cereal with a fork and asks "why is my spoon broken?"

Mammon is also the one to pull MC's face out of the cereal and lean their head back against the chair. Can't have them drowning.

🧡 Leviathan -

Records MC running into every counter and laughs everytime they say "ouch" (which is everytime they hit something)

Thinks he is so awake and smart.

Until he tastes how disgusting cereal and orange juice is and wonders when the milk went bad.

MC laughs a little before face planting into their cereal.

He laughs at them before doing the same.

💚 Satan -

Definitely smirks and watch the two putz around for awhile.

Doesn't help Levi at all, just let's him put things in wrong places and eat terrible cereal.

Satan at least hands MC the right ingredients.

"No, that's a plate. Here is a bowl, love."

Makes sure they don't make a huge mess (but doesn't clean up any messes they do make, just to piss off Lucifer)

💖 Asmodeus -

Would think MC is just so adorable when sleepy.

"MC! You need to keep up with your beauty rest otherwise you will get wrinkles. I know just how to fix this. You need a self care day."

He watches them start the cereal and then eventually guides a sleepy MC to lay on his bed. (And No, he did not clean up or put away anything)

They then fall asleep and he would do a whole self care routine on their face while they sleep (like the tiktoks where the girlfriends do it to their boyfriends) it would have cleansers, those rollers to tighten skin, face masks, the works.

Definitely doesn't care about Levi or the well being of his skin.

❤ Beelzebub -

This poor boy doesn't want you to get hurt.

Tells MC to sit at the table while he makes them cereal. (Proceeds to make them a Beel sized bowl)

MC's head starts to lull forward but he catches them and feeds a sleepy MC to make sure they get their sustenance.

He then eats the rest of their bowl and Levi's (because he just left it after tasting it)

After the snack he carries MC to his room and proceeds to cuddle them while they nap.

💜 Belphegor -

He definitely just sleepily watches.

Laughs at how stupid Levi is being, before yawning and realizing that now is the perfect time to bond with MC.

Gently guides MC away from the milk they just pulled out, grabs a few small snacks and heads up to his bed.

He would offer them food, but by the time he pulls back the blankets they just crawl in and pass out.

Now he can get all the snuggles he wants with no interruptions!

[follow-katsukismrs]

𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦

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pairing:K.Bakugou x GN!reader

a/n:yayyy a oneshot!! i was rlly motivated for some odd reason lmao- anyways this is heavily inspired off of Shenhe’s backstory (Shenhe is from genshin impact)

warnings:mentions of kidnapping/abduction (only once at the beginning),reader fainting,mentions of reader bleeding and having severe injuries,mentions of death (only at the beginning),smell of rotting bodies (only at the beginning,mentioned twice),mentions of stabbing (mentioned once at the beginning),reader is sleep-deprived but on-guard and on high alert (really don’t know if that’s a warning buttttt then again i’m not sure but can’t take the risk-),mention of reader thinking they’ll be killed,malnutritioned and dehydrated reader,implied torture that reader had to physically go through,tube feeding due to medical reasons,swearing because this is bakugou katsuki lol (woah this is alot of warnings lmao)

reader’s pronouns are they/them and you pronouns are more used,so everyone’s included!

genre:angst??????????? with a fluff ending

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you’ve been abducted and stuck here for how long? you couldn’t tell,time has been running so slowly,after your abductor lost control of his quirk and was killed by it,then the quirk killed his comrade,you’ve stood for god knows how long with your sword in the direction of the unknown beast quirk thing,the smell of rotting bodies and your own body odor made the situation worse.

you managed to fatally stab it,you pulled out your sword,and it weeped before it fell,it was slowly crumbling apart,but your mind couldn’t tell,was it healing or dying? nothing could tell you anything,your eyes as red as scarlet red,your mind as foggy as a winter morning,you couldn’t remember when was the last time you fell asleep,or what brought you here,one of your (now dead) abductors probably hit you with a memory loss quirk,but he’s dead now,why isn’t his quirk fading away? that also confused you,but your mind wasn’t ready for more confusion,you couldn’t deal with it. you had no physical,mental or emotional strength,you also felt cold,so cold,as cold as snow,you looked at your body to find crimson red liquid running down your body,what was that? you couldn’t think straight anymore.

all of a sudden footsteps were heard,they were loud too,you suddenly turn around,and the door was getting banged on,you got scared,who is here? are they here to finish you off? finally end your misery? the door finally gave up,and you saw an unfamiliar trio,you pointed your sword at them.

one had ash blonde hair and some green things attached to his arms..bombs? they sure looked like grenades,one had green hair and freckles,and the other had half and half hair,one half white the other red.

“Y/N!” the green-hair tried to get closer,i pointed my sword at him in defense. “Huh? why are they raising their damn sword at Deku?” one of them asked,”i don’t know,they..may not recognize us anymore,or they’re afraid that we’re imposters,they’ve been trapped for 4 days,of course they’ll think that we’re imposters,so maybe that’s why they’re pointing their sword at Midoriya” another voice spoke up. the green-hair was still approaching me,why was he being so stubborn? who is he anyways?

“Kacchan,Todoroki..Y/N’s eye color is changed..” the green hair spoke

“Hah?? what do you mean,are you that much of an idiot?? and why does this place smell like ass??”

“their eyecolor is e/c,but now it’s a sluggish grey mixed with brown,it’s definitely a quirk like Todoroki said”

you didn’t understand,how did they know your name? this place smells weird? you never noticed it,probably because your nose is used to the smell being stuck with it for 3 days or more,wait how many days were you trapped in here? then there were more footsteps

an old man entered,he had a scarf,or what was it? it was so loosely tied around his neck,no way that’s a scarf,he had long black hair,wait is “he” a woman? there we go with the confusion again

“Mr.Ai- Eraserhead! please use your quirk on Y/N,they’re probably being controlled by a mind control quirk and they don’t remember us!” the green hair ran at the old man,the old man made eye contact with you,at that same time the ash blonde walked closer,then the old man’s eyes suddenly glowed red,and i felt something,a load,get lifted off of my shoulders

wait..Mr.Aizawa? Midoriya? Todoroki?

a familiar body ran at me,my feet stumbled back,unable to hold my weight anymore,then falling forward,into the body’s arms

warm,his arms..wait,why his? who ran at me again?

“Dammit! they’ve lost a lot of blood! get recovery girl quick!” he shouted out “Y/N,are you alright?!” he saw as you looked at him with weak,sleep deprived eyes “i’m cold..that’s all.” after you finished that sentence,you were engulfed into a hug,one that was laced with love and affection,you held desperately onto him,like if you didn’t hold on tight he’d disappear,you felt your eyes tearing up and your breathing began to enter a rapid stage

he clicked his tongue and rubbed your back gently,which caused it to immediately spread relief across your entire back “nuh-uh-uh,i know it was difficult but save some of your energy for recovery girl,if you have energy left” you slowly nodded,he softly pushed you away,as he grabbed something from his pocket,and he proceeded to open it,it looked like a bottle,he put it up to my mouth “this is water” he softly held my back and tilted the bottle so that i could drink.

was this..life again? was you given a chance at life again? you didn’t realize you had finished the entire bottle until he pulled the bottle away,a slight gasp for air could be heard,coming from you,until recovery girl finally made it

“took you long enough,you old hags!” he shouted,recovery girl was seen rushing over to you,looking at your miserable body from the fight you had to go through with that beast and the torture that you’d gone through because the villains wanted information.

recovery girl proceeded to give you her signature kiss,and that’s when you felt lightheaded,feeling your world spin,your head fell in his chest,the warmth yet again engulfing your weak body,then you felt light,your body’s weight was lifted,you didn’t have to worry about your own weight,the last thing you saw was his face,before your pupils rolled back and you faint.

the first thing you hear is a heartbeat,it’s very gentle,right below your ear,it sounded like a gentle melody that welcomed you into the world again

you tried bending your elbow and knee,but their movement was restricted by what seemed like bandages

your boyfriend laid beside you,or below you,slightly snoring

“ ‘tsuki?” you could swear you saw the bubble that was getting inflated and deflated from his nose popped when he heard your voice “you okay?” you softly nodded,before he pulled you so close to his body there wasn’t space between your bodies anymore

“they fed you through tubes because apparently you were malnutritioned” he sighed

“oh..” you looked at him,his eyes were screaming guilt,he was guilty

“ ‘tsuki,don’t feel guilty,i’m okay now,here in your arms” you dug your head even more in his chest

“you looked fuckin’ miserable when you were in control of that quirk,you don’t know how much fear was written in your goddamn eyes”

“i’m okay now..right?” you looked at him,and you two made eye contact,you sighed before resting your head on his chest again

he planted a kiss to the crown of your head

“yeah,you’re okay,and i’m glad”

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thank you for reading <3

[idmakeitbehave]

Did That Just Happen?

Summary: Sleep-deprived from the latest case, you let a confession of love slip. Spencer’s positive you didn’t mean it—no matter how much he may wish you did.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: that’s right, another cheesy love confession!!! Shocking, I know. Also I wrote this in like an hour so do with that what you will

The never-ending case from hell is finally, blissfully over.

The team looks like a horde of zombies, all running on fumes and far too much caffeine. Even the relief of the unsub being caught isn’t enough to wipe the sleep deprivation from your faces. Everyone had just barely made it to the hotel, Hotch and Derek being the only ones alert enough to drive you all back.

There’s one last speed bump in this dreadful case—room reassignments. There was some issue or another in the booking system, and everyone’s been reassigned to different rooms for your final night.

Spencer can’t help but watch you out of the corner of his eye as everyone shuffles into the lobby, waiting for their new keys. You’re a little wobbly on your feet, and he can tell that you’re in a bit of a daze. It’s not much different from just about everyone else here, but Spencer finds himself far too concerned with your well-being in particular.

As if that’s anything new.

You lean into him a bit, and he can’t tell if you pretend not to notice the way he jumps or if you actually don’t notice. “I’m so excited to sleep,” you say, head dropping to his shoulder.

Spencer can’t manage more than a pitiful little nod. He doesn’t trust himself to speak and say anything that isn’t a ridiculous declaration of love.

The comfortable silence that takes over is broken when Hotch approaches the group with a stack of room keys in hand. He holds one out to you, and you accept it with a wide, almost goofy grin.

“Thanks, boss.”

And then it happens, so quick that Spencer almost believes that he’s imagining it: you kiss Spencer, right on the lips, soft and light and over much too soon.

“Love you, goodnight,” you mumble, as nonchalantly as if you’ve said it every night of your life.

And with that you turn and head into your hotel room just a few steps away, the door shutting behind you. Spencer blinks rapidly, staring at the door before turning back to the rest of the team. They’re all staring at him, eyes wide with both shock and amusement.

“Did that—did that just happen?” he asks before he can stop himself.

“Oh, it absolutely did,” Derek says, an undeniable gleam in his eye. “And I am so, so happy we were all here to witness this.”

Emily elbows him in the side, eliciting a dramatic oof. “What Derek means is: we told you so.”

Derek nods. “Can’t believe they were the first one to break. You better go get ‘em, lover boy.”

Hotch just barely manages to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Okay, as entertaining as this has been, I’m going to bed.”

There’s a chorus of agreements, and before Spencer can even register it, he’s left standing alone in the hallway just outside your door. He contemplates his next move for longer than is probably acceptable, mind racing with what has just happened.

It was probably the sleep deprivation, he decides. Just a random slip of the tongue, like calling your teacher ‘Mom’ or telling the movie theater attendant to enjoy the show too. Something like that, something that would explain why you had suddenly kissed him on the lips and told him you loved him. A million different explanations run through his head, all except one—that you meant it. Because that one is simply too good to be true. There’s absolutely no way you meant it.

But what if you did?

Maybe it’s his own exhaustion getting the better of him, but Spencer’s desire to know the answer beats out his utter disbelief, and he knocks on your door.

He thinks that maybe you’ve fallen asleep when you don’t answer right away, but the door clicks open after another moment.

“Hey,” you say softly, not quite meeting his eyes.

Spencer doesn’t really know what to do in this situation. “Can I—can I come in?”

You nod, and he follows you to your bed. The two of you sit side by side, the once comfortable silence now tinged with just a hint of awkwardness.

“Why did you—”

“I’m sorry—”

“Wait. Why are you sorry?” Spencer asks. He tries to brace himself for the answer—you’re sorry you kissed him, sorry you said anything, sorry you ever knew him at all. (Spencer has quite the imagination.)

“I didn’t mean to—to kiss you. Or to say that,” you say, and all at once Spencer can feel his heart breaking into a million little pieces. And then: “That’s not how I wanted to tell you.”

He blinks at you. “What?”

You sigh. “I was just—so tired. And it kind of just came naturally? I’m sorry, Spence, I’m so embarrassed.”

You’re starting to get flustered now, and Spencer can’t help but think of nothing except how completely adorable you are.

“Not how you wanted to tell me? What does—what does that mean?”

You look up from the thread of the blanket you’d been picking at, and it’s as though the moment you meet his eyes you understand. You finally smile. “I didn’t really picture telling you I loved you for the first time in some sort of sleepless haze.”

Once again, Spencer finds himself near speechless. He watches you in disbelief, waiting for the punchline, but it doesn’t come.

Finally he asks, “You meant it?”

You nod. “Is that… is that okay?”

The question is so completely ludicrous that he breaks into a smile so wide his cheeks hurt. “It’s more than okay. It’s perfect.”

“Will you stay?”

Spencer nods. There’s nowhere he’d rather be.

The two of you are staring unabashedly at each other now. Spencer feels like his vision is going fuzzy, be it from the lack of sleep or the sudden realization that everything he’s ever needed is right in front of him. (It’s definitely both.)

In a burst of courage, Spencer pulls you towards him, the two of you flopping back onto the bed with a soft thud. He wants to bottle up the laugh you let out, to press the sound between the pages of a book.

Anything to have this moment forever.

You reach out and turn off the lights. The darkness envelopes the room, and it’s as though you and Spencer are the only two people in the world.

In a way, you are.

“Can I try it again?”

It takes him a second to process what you’ve asked. “Try what again?”

You don’t answer. “I love you,” you say instead. “Goodnight.”

If the first time had been perfect, then there are no words to describe this.

“I love you too,” he finally, finally says.

It’s quiet for a moment, and Spencer’s suddenly sure that you’ve realized your mistake, that this was all just one huge misunderstanding. The panic eats away at him for just a split second before you pull the covers up over you both. You kiss him again, slow and sure, and suddenly you’re both certain.

You’re going to say it every night of your life.

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