#great show with an okay ending but it could had been (and was hinting towards being) amazing and unique

[maranull]

Arcane ending credits but instead of silence What Could Had Been is playing

[therealcocoshady]

dad!marshall ideaaa

basically reader is also singer and has brought her child into the music show with her and she has to be away for an interview or something and her child wonders off and marshall’s dad instinct takes over when he sees thr child and in the end he hits it off w reader

hopefully this made sense😭

A/N : Hey ! Thank you so much for your request ! I started working on it a while ago and it stood in my WIPs for the longest time but here it is, finally ! I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Backstage babysitting

CW : Dad!Marshall - Fluff 💕

The hum of the backstage was a mix of tech chatter, the faint rumble of a bassline from rehearsals, and the occasional clatter of equipment. Marshall was hanging out backstage, trying to pass the time by thinking of ways to get back at Paul. His manager had convinced him to perform at the VMAs, arguing that the fans would really enjoy it and that it would be great promo for the album and, though he had agreed, he was starting to regret it. The whole thing seemed to be a logistical nightmare, with technical problems and rehearsals running late. He’d been waiting for nearly an hour and was left to his own devices, his manager having left to take some urgent call. He was leaning against a stack of sound cases, his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, arms crossed tightly across his chest, wondering why a show that was supposed to be a well-oiled machine felt like a rusty bike.

He checked his watch for the thousandth time, unable to hold the loud sigh that escaped him. He didn’t think of himself as particularly demanding, but if there was one thing that made him exasperated and frustrated, it was lack of professionalism. Just as he contemplated storming off to demand answers, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. A tiny figure toddled past, clutching a well-loved plush dinosaur that looked like it had been through its fair share of battles. Marshall's scowl softened instantly when he saw the little boy, who couldn’t have been more than two years old. The little one was toddling around, exploring, looking all around him, not paying any attention to what was in front of him, stumbling on a cable. Marshall’s dad instincts kicked in and he moved without thinking, catching the kid before he could faceplant into the floor. He knelt in front of him, holding him steady, and he could immediately tell by the little boy’s scrunched up face that he had quite a scare. He stared at him with wide, watery eyes, his bottom lip quivering.

« Hey, buddy, you okay? » Marshall asked, his tone softening. The kid didn’t answer, starting to sob. Marshall winced and held him, trying to reassure him. « You’re alright, bud. You just scared yourself, that’s all. Look, your dino is fine, yeah? » he said softly, before looking around, searching for the boy’s parents, but no one seemed to pay attention. The little one was clutching his dino plushy with one hand, and his hoodie with the other. « Who let you all by yourself, huh? » he sighed before scooping him up and settling him on his hip, starting to look around for whoever was in charge of child supervision, while the chaos around him continued. As a dad, it made him mad that anyone would be irresponsible enough to let their kid run around unsupervised, but the little guy wasn’t exactly showing signs of distress. He kept on looking around, mesmerized by the lights, unfazed to be held by a stranger. At some point, the boy turned his attention to him and smiled, his tiny hand reaching for the chain around his neck and he couldn’t help but smile back. « Pretty cool, huh? » he chuckled.

He looked around again as he walked up to a group of technicians when he heard a feminine voice ring out, sharp with panic. « Milo? Milo, where are you?! ». The boy straightened up and he immediately took the hint. « Milo, huh? I think someone’s looking for you » he hummed, before turning toward the sound. He immediately saw you, storming off the stage in a glittery outfit and full-glam. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? It seemed like your face and your voice were everywhere, these days, and your song, a strong contender for « Record of the year » was living in everyone’s mind rent free, what with the addictive beat and catchy lyrics.

When your eyes landed on the man holding your son, they widened in a mixture of fear and fury. « What the hell are you doing with my son, you freak?! » you shouted as you rushed towards them. Marshall stepped back instinctively, holding up one hand in surrender while the other still cradled the toddler. « Whoa, relax! I found him wandering around. He almost tripped on a cable. ». You snatched Milo from his arms and held him close. Your heart was pounding. It hadn’t been a minute since you had stepped off stage and noticed that your son and his babysitter were nowhere to be found, but it had felt like forever. « There you are, my love. God, you scared me » you hummed to Milo as you pressed a kiss to his temple. Then, you glanced at the stranger and froze. Eminem. You had just yelled at Eminem. « Sorry I freaked out » you apologized. « And sorry I called you a freak. I-I didn’t recognize you ». Your faces was flushed with relief and embarrassment. He chuckled and waved your apology off. «It’s fine. I get it. But you should probably think about having someone around to supervise him. He could have gotten hurt » he said quietly. « I have » you quickly retorted, almost offended by the implication, before looking around. « Though I suppose I should find a new one that won’t let him escape her notice » you hummed awkwardly, your heart still pounding from the intense choreography you’d just rehearsed and the scare. Marshall nodded and looked at Milo. « Yeah, he does seem sneaky, » Marshall chuckled. You let out a shaky laugh, shifting Milo on your hip as he buried his face in your neck while you looked at Marshall. For a split second, you lost yourself in his eyes and couldn’t help but notice how magnetic he was. Internet was right after all, the aura was unmistakable. He stared back at you, silence settling before you caught yourself. « I-I’m sorry. I’m, uh, I’m Y/N » you finally said. « I know » he replied in a low voice that made you blush. « Yeah? » you asked. « Yeah. Your song ruined my summer » he deadpanned and, for a brief moment, you didn’t get that he was joking. He must have caught your eyebrows furrowing, as he immediately clarified. « No, I mean. It’s good. I liked it. But it sure stays in mind » he hummed. « Oh. Thanks » you replied in a whisper.

There was a pause, as your eyes met again. Marshall couldn’t help but notice how your eyes sparkled, and you seemed to study him with equal intensity. There was something unspoken in the air, something thick. « So, » Marshall said, breaking the silence, « you’re rehearsing for the VMAs? ». You nodded, your expression softening. « Yeah. First time performing here. I’m kind of… on edge, trying to balance… well, everything » you replied, nodding at Milo. Marshall hummed and smiled. « Yeah, I’ve been there. But I’m sure you’re doing great. For what it’s worth, I heard you rehearse in the background and it sounded good » he complimented. You mumbled a thank, trying to fight back the heat creeping up your neck. You smiled at each other, and Marshall was about to say something when Milo tugged on your hair and handed Marshall his dinosaur. « Thanks, bud. That’s a really cool dino. Do you know what his name is? » he asked as he turned his attention to your son. « Dino, » your soon replied in an assured tone. « Well, your Dino’s actually a diplodocus,» Marshall explained softly. « Isn’t that a brachiosaurus? » you couldn’t help but ask. « Actually, no. It’s easy to confuse them, but the diplodocus is longer, when the brachiosaurus is much larger. And, uh, if you look at the tail-» he started to explain, gesturing to the plushy, before awkwardly quieting up. « But I suppose toy manufacturers are really accurate ». You let out a soft giggle and nodded. «True. But thanks for telling us. Didn’t think you moonlighted as a paleontologist » you joked. « I had a dino phase, growing up, » he hummed. You nodded, unable to fight back a smile. You were about to speak when his name was called for soundcheck. « That’s me. I mean, Paul is calling me. I should let you get back to, uh… Milo’s dad » he said, still staring at you. « No » you said without thinking, and he raised an eyebrow. « No? » he asked. « I mean, no, you can go, it’s uh… We’re not going back to his dad » you rambled, not too sure why. « Oh » he simply said and you caught him staring at your left hand, where no rock was on display. « Yeah… No» you hummed. « Ok » he replied, clearly trying to fight back a grin. « See you tomorrow » you said with a smile. « Tomorrow? » he asked. « If you’re rehearsing for the VMAs, it means you’ll be there, right? » you asked. « Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll be there » he hummed as he gave Milo his dinosaur back. « Bye, bud. Take care of your dino and your mom. And don’t run around, ok? ». Milo gave him a toothy smile and giggled, and Marshall stared at you. « Bye Y/N. I hope I’ll run into you » he said as he looked at you and started to walk towards the stage. « So do I » you assured him, silently vowing to do everything in your power to make sure it happened.

[signedkoko]

MMM OKAY OKAY OKAY the brainrot is getting to me and I adore you’re writing, so forgive me if this a bit all over the place!!

Might I order some headcanons (or a full oneshot, if you want ofc) for Alastor and Vox (separate) with a gn partner who is a martial art fiend and seems mostly powerless, but is sort of like a siren? As in, not only can they put subtle amount of power into their voice when talking to persuade or disorient someone, but they can also do a Banshee type scream!

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!

Alastor | Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which your powers aren't all that obvious to the naked eye, and is hidden in your voice. Reader is genderneutral.

You were just another face at the Hazbin Hotel

You helped with anything Charlie, asked, much like an assistant, and focused plenty on the decoration of the hotel

From what he saw, you really weren't much to be cornered about

That in itself concerned him

Every demon had their abilities, but according to you and the others, you were just a normal sinner

But no normal sinner would end up in a place like this for no reason

Alastor always pushed, joked, and teased you about being powerless, almost as if he were taunting you to reveal the truth—to reveal that all along you'd been lying

But you never broke

Not like he minded all that much; you were still lovely to be around, and you weren't as much of a mess as everyone else that wandered the dreary hotel

Even as the two of you grew closer than close, you never gave so much as a hint

He could tell you had something hidden, but at this point he was convinced it was your past or something else beyond your abilities

Until the day a group of demons attacked, looking for him

You'd never been overly protective of the overlord; Alastor could handle himself and hundreds of others at once if he needed to

But they were threatening the hotel, your friends, and your lover

So you stopped Alastor in his tracks, opening a window by the front door and shoving your front half out

The sound that ensued was nothing short of horrifying

Like thousands of layers of screaming voices begging to be released became unchained, and each individual in front of you collapsed

Some had bleeding ears; others were running in desperation as the chorus of voices continued to echo in their minds

Thankfully, you were a great target, because when you turned around, everyone in the hotel was fine

Well, fine in terms of hearing, but they did not look mentally well

Alastor laughs it off and claps, citing how he obviously knew all along that you were so powerful

You'll be in for a long night of explaining to him everything you were hiding

You didn't like to show off your ability that much

It was horrifying and could damage a lot of people if you didn't consider your words carefully enough

So you only sang; it held a bit of power behind it, but at the very least it didn't harm anyone

It just caught attention and helped you get through another day in hell

Singing is what led to you meeting Vox, who frequented the club where you sang on some evenings

He hired you to sing at the club the Vees owned, which meant you ran into him a lot more often and got along extremely well

You revealed your ability to him, but swore off ever using it against people unless necessary

What did he care? Ability or not, you did a great job on stage, and that was all he asked of you as a friend and partner

One evening, during one of your performances which he attended, someone broke into the club

They had guns, and they looked ready to shoot

What else could you have done when they beelined towards Vox?

" Die. "

Your voice came through the mic crystal clear, and in a moment everyone holding guns dropped straight to the floor

There was no pulse, and that evening Vox learned a lot more about you than he had previously

When you are finally private and he has the chance to say anything

" Listen, dear, light of my life—that was hot as fuck, but my patrons are scared shitless right now. "

Author's Note - I love these two, they are too cocky to have an s/o with cool powers but thats okay... Thank you so much for requesting, Damien!!! Love seeing you around 🖤

[dadsbongos]

hi i happened to stumble across your page and i read your previous denji fics and loved them! may i request a fem!reader x denji where the reader is a transfer student and denji decided to show her around? it'd be cool if she was an exchange student so her japanese wasn't the best, too.

oh, and in the end or something, it'd be sweet if she called him her friend denji just like melted because he doesn't have great luck with girls.

i had this in my drafts to get posted eventually i cannot fucking believe i forgot about it nonny i am SOSOSOO sorry!!! jeez...

589 words - hinted fem reader but you're not described, if reader's dialogue sounds awkward its intentional

denji comes off as a ‘everybody leaves me’ guy for a sec but as we all know. everybody do be leaving him and its actually not his fault lol ~~~

“You have a nice head.”

“Huh?”

“Head…” you frown under Denji’s quizzing stare, then curling a finger through your hair, “I like it.”

“Oh, hair,” he repeats.

“Hair.”

“Yeah.”

Your frown deepens, “Sorry…”

Denji shrugs, hands in his pockets, “Don’t worry about it. You’re not from here, right?” you nod, almost shyly, “Then, don’t worry about it.”

When you don’t seem visibly relieved or even a little soothed, he continues,

“Really, it isn’t a big deal,” Denji’s been worse off, “I only know one language, you’re learning two.”

“I just worry other people judge me,” you sigh, kicking a rock from under your shoe, “What if they think I’m stupid?”

“They think everyone’s stupid. If anything, being a foreigner will get you admirers,” he shrugs, then nodding towards the door leading back into school from the roof, “Come on. There’s nothing else up here.”

A curious hum leaves you, “Why bring me to the roof first then?” you clasp a hand over your mouth, “Sorry, if that sounds rude.”

“Our class is on the second floor, so if I take my time working down from the roof, we can miss most of the morning classes,” he grins, sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight.

“Is that okay?”

“If they wanted a snappy tour, they shouldn’t have picked me,” he holds the door open for you, “What? You excited to hear boring shit on your first day?”

“Not really…”

“So… let’s just take our time,” he waggles a thin wood slab in front of your face, “Hall pass.”

“Hall pass,” you nod in confirmation, hugging your bag tight to your chest as a comfort device despite trying to appear casual, “Okay! Let’s take our time!”

You really don’t want to seem un-cool in front of this guy… His lax energy and low eyes, unkempt hair and spiky teeth; everything about him screams intimidation, yet he’s been nothing but kind to you.

“There’s nothing you really need on this floor, but I’ll walk you through it anyway,” he folds his arms, “Good to be thorough, huh?”

His tone gives way to utmost sarcasm, it makes you laugh softly.

“Yeah,” you press your lips before finally spitting out, “Can I sit with you later for lunch?”

“Sure.”

“Really?!”

“Why not?” he turns to look at you, “You seem nice. You haven’t tried killing me, and you’re super pretty.”

Again, you have the urge to shout so you do, “Really?!”

He nods, cheeks flaring pink, “You’re so pretty, I’m surprised you haven’t tried killing me yet.”

“Why would I want to kill you?”

Oh, Denji could fall to the floor right now, your voice is so soft and sugary and the crease in your brow is downright pathetic with how concerned it is -- you’re wide-eyed and pouting. You’re so sweet.

“Girls don’t usually like me when I’m alive.”

“That’s terrible…”

“I know.”

“I like you when you’re alive!”

Your earnest exclamation makes his face heat up, palms clammy. He swallows around the sudden uncertainty clogging his throat, “Seriously?”

“Seriously!” you beam, squeezing your bag harder, “You’re a good friend! At least, so far… I’m hoping we can be friends, is that okay?”

Denji sniffles, eyes stinging with waterworks, he clenches his eyes -- praying to avoid tearing up in front of you, and nods curtly, “I’d like that.”

“Yay!” now you’re full blown cuddling your bag against your chest, now from joy instead of nerves, “I’d like that, too!”

Denji thinks you’re the prettiest he’s ever seen when you’re happy like that.

[imjustasugablob]

Feel Me Up pt. 2

trainer! leon x trainee! female! reader

part 1

tags: piv, penetration, teasing, spanking, dick riding, agegap(implied), slight degradation but reader is a smartass back

You lay in bed, staring at the dark outline of the dangling ceiling lamp. The soft snoring of your bunkmate acted as white noise, but you still couldn't sleep.

Did I really just try to hook up with Leon? And then walk away?

You could hardly believe what happened wasn't just a wet dream. Even in a dream you couldn't imagine walking away from that position. But when it came to Leon you acted almost on autopilot, making snarky remarks in response to his questions, trying your best to piss him off, just as he did to you.

You didn't really know why you did it. Maybe to show him that you weren't as weak as he thought. But tonight must have really proved that you could match him.

You got out of bed, grabbing a jacket and tying up your shoes. You realised your hands shook a little.

Fuck, there's no way I'm getting any sleep tonight.

Might as well take a walk.

You weren't going to find him, just going on a simple walk to ease your nerves.

Right?

Then why are my hands shaking?

As you made your way to the yard behind the dorm building, you came across the rooms reserved for senior officials of the government posted here. You didn't know how, but you did end up in front of Leon's private chambers, staring at the engraved nameplate fitted into the mahogany door. A faint light could be seen peeking from under the door, spilling out onto the hallway. You simply stood there, thinking back to the day you first met him, all the way to earlier tonight. How you'd always found him attractive, but it seemed simply improper to think those thoughts, so you buried them away.

Suddenly, you heard a click in the doorknob.

Shit, is he coming out?

You tried to hurry away but your shoes seemed to be welded to the floor beneath you. Like a deer in headlights, you froze in place as the door swung wide open.

Leon, seemingly surprised by your appearance, stood completely still at the threshold. Your eyes took a second to get used to the light coming from inside his room, but the first thing you noticed was that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

Oh, God.

It wasn't the first time you were seeing him like this. After all, it wasn't uncommon for the men you trained with to ditch their shirts halfway through practice, drenched in sweat. But it was different that time. It would have been weird to ogle at him as he explained to you the basics of striking technique, although some of the girls didn't seem to think that it was unprofessional to eyefuck him in broad daylight.

No, it wasn't like this.

Right now, he looked vulnerable. His hair was disheveled, bags drooping under his eyes. He straightened his slumped shoulders, blinking the strain out of his eyes, as if he thought you were a hallucination.

Everything about him looked softer now. Except for his eyes.

You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but looking into the cerulean depths, you could imagine it to be the violent sea crashing against the cliffside with enough force to cut through the ancient rock.

You cleared your throat, having lost all the earlier ferocity with which you had taken control over the older man. "Uhm. H-hey."

He didn't respond, but continued to take you in with his eyes. The tension still lingered, draped over you like a weighted blanket, making it hard to breathe correctly.

"You should go." Leon finally replied after what seemed like ages. His voice sounded gravelly, deeper. His tone was devoid of any emotion, not even a hint or acknowledgement towards what had happened between you two.

"Yeah, I was just- yeah. Okay.", you said as you turned away from his body, slowly yanking your eyes from him, with great difficulty.

You walked slowly, maybe a couple metres, before realising that he hadn't shut his door.

Why isn't he going back?

You paused, not knowing whether you should turn around or not. Was he waiting for you to?

In a split second, a thousand thoughts seemed to be rushing through your mind. Leon consumed all of them. The way his hand felt in yours, his calloused fingers leaving marks in the dip of your waist. How beautiful he was.

Was it even a question?

You slowly looked over your shoulder to find Leon leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, like he just knew that you were gonna go back to him.

Like his fucking lap dog.

However casual his pose was, his eyes gave away how he really felt, as they darkened on seeing the desire in your own.

In just two steps you crossed over to where he was, and he closed the gap between you instantly, pulling you into a deep kiss, your chest flush against his. It felt like you were continuing from right where you left off.

Leon pulled you into his cabin, shutting the door behind him and pinning you against the wall without breaking the kiss. His tongue flicked across your bottom lip, and you parted your lips as he began to explore the inside of your mouth.

"You're not going anywhere now, darling", he said as he reached behind you to lock the door. The word didn't feel endearing, but rather a taunt, inviting you to retaliate.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, causing him to groan into your mouth. "Don't get too cocky now, Kennedy."

A rookie referring to a senior agent like that was bold. Not bolder than having sex with your direct superior, though, you thought as you felt his boner pressing up against your thigh.

He chuckled softly. "Oh, you just have to run that pretty little mouth of yours, don't ya?"

"I think it's high time you stop taking it and show me how it makes you feel", you said.

You broke free from his arms and made your way to his bed. Taking off your shirt, and then your pants as you faced away from him, making sure to give him a great view of your ass.

You heard his low growl, which made the hair on your neck rise.

You felt him approach you from behind before he pushed you into the mattress, landing with your ass up, directly facing him. Before you could get a word out, a hard slap landed on your ass, stinging as he kneaded the soft flesh.

"How it makes me feel? It makes me wanna fuck that dirty mouth of yours till you can't say shit no more."

Another slap resounded in the room, making you moan out loud this time.

"Oh you like that, don't you? You want me to treat you like the little whore you are, hmm?"

You had never really been into degradation before.

I guess this is one way of finding out.

Leon pulled aside your panties as he ran his fingers over your slit, covered in arousal.

"Already so wet for me. You shouldn't have left earlier baby, I would have taken care of your little problem."

He slowly made his way to your clit, rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves, making you grasp at the sheets, desperate for release. God, you were so pent up.

"I need you...", you managed to croak out between laboured breaths.

"Then say it." Leon increased the speed of his fingers on your clitoris now, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He slapped your sensitive bundle, not hard but enough to make you see stars.

"Leon, I need you inside me! I want your dick, please let me-" you choked up as your orgasm washed over you that very instant, making you writhe in pleasure as he brought you down from your high.

"That fast? Fucking hell." Leon felt the blood rush straight down as he looked at you completely fucked out from just his fingers. You could be as defiant and bratty as you wanted when it came to talk, but the way his fingers seemed to know every inch of you made you completely helpless in front of him, reduced to a blabbering, pleading mess.

Leon flipped over your body, climbing on top of you as he kissed you once more, now with a sense of impatience and desperation. Your little show had affected him much more than he was letting on, and he'd be damned if his dick wasn't inside you as soon as possible.

You tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, encouraging him to take them off. In the dim light, you could see him rummaging around for a condom in his bedside drawer before hearing the sound of ripping foil.

He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip back and forth over your slit as his unintelligible murmurs against your ears sent you in a trance, repeating his name over and over like a mantra as he pushed inside. It was definitely a stretch, added to the fact that it had been long since you found yourself in bed with someone.

You gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation. You could feel the throbbing vein on his cock against your velvety walls, making your toes curl in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Leon pulled out completely, leaving you whining. He was teasing the hell out of you, which couldn't have been easy for him, either.

A wave of anger rose at this thought, how he would deny himself pleasure just to see you suffer. You suddenly sat up and climbed onto his lap, positioning his cock just right, and sank down on him all the way to the hilt.

Leon moaned out loud at the unexpected feeling. Your walls clenched around his length, like a prison he never wanted to leave. Grabbing his shoulders, you began rocking your hips up and down, not breaking eye contact.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good at this."

You might have blushed if it was coming from someone else. Who were you kidding, you would never have dared to act this ambitious had it been someone else. But Leon was different. You didn't have to think when it came to him. All you wanted was to make him feel good. To hear that sweet, sweet praise from his mouth, that he had denied you all those weeks at training.

Leon grabbed your hips and pulled them inwards, changing the angle and hitting your G spot. He began meeting your hips with his own, thrusting upwards, drilling even deeper into your pussy. You were on the verge again.

"Come on, baby, come for me. Come all over my dick," Leon said as his thrusts began to grow sloppier.

His dirty words did the job of sending you over the edge, the burning knot in your stomach coming undone at his request. He wasn't far behind, fucking you through your orgasm as he reached his own, whispering your name the whole while.

Your breathing slowly returned to normal as you continued to hold on to him, feeling him going soft inside you.

"God, that was good," you said.

"Training's in an hour, princess. There's still time for some extra lessons, don't you think?"

tw: LONG authors note rambling ahead

thank bloody HEAVENS this is over. I mulled over a completely written out story, decided it's trash, erased it all instead of writing a new draft and wrote something EVEN WORSE. I'm not satisfied by how this turned out at all, but honestly I had to rush it cause I'm going through some personal (DINO) crises. Also can y'all tell I've never had sex before 💀 I really wanted to include oral but I ran out of time and mental energy. I'll write it in some other fic and make it actually good this time. Thank you for reading my story nevertheless and a comment really means the world to me, i really appreciate all the love and support I got on the first part. I never thought I'd get a 100 likes on the first ever work i publish and I'm sorry for this one being a disappointment. I probably won't be writing again for a long time cause I have a really big paper due after the holidays but oh well I wrote the first part in an hour the DAY OF a big submission so we'll see. Thank you once again, and happy holidays!

xoxo

BLOB

[semisgroupie]

ONLY THE BEST FOR MY TREASURE

mikage reo x fem. reader x nagi seishiro

wc: 1.8k

warnings: threesome, established relationship (reo x reader), nagi and reo kiss, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m & f receiving), dubcon, use of a blindfold, cum eating, hints at poly towards the end, multiple orgasms (f! receiving)

synopsis: reo gives nagi a birthday gift he’ll never forget

Reo considers himself one of the luckiest men alive.

Most people have to worry about their significant others getting along with their friends but not Reo. He is thankful enough to have a beautiful, wonderful girlfriend and he’s even more thankful that you and Nagi get along perfectly.

So when Nagi’s birthday was coming up, Reo thought of the perfect present to give his best friend, you.

Reo is very observant and has noticed how Nagi’s dark eyes light up whenever you walk in a room. He's seen the way Nagi insists on having you around whenever he and Reo are hanging out, but he remembers Nagi’s little drunken confession. Nagi confessed his dirty little secret, the secret being that he would do anything for a night with you. That he’d love to hear the way you moan and whine, he’d love to see your naked body writhe with pleasure, and he’d love to bury his cock into your tight pussy.

So, being the great friend that Reo is, he decided to give Nagi what he’s been wanting for a long time.

“Reo, you said that we were going out. If you just wanted me to come over, you could’ve just said so.” Nagi groaned as he followed Reo through the door of his penthouse that he shared with you. Reo chuckled at the complaint, “just relax, I have your gift here and I wanted to give it to you first. Now come on, it's in the bedroom.”

As Nagi followed Reo, he started to wonder where you were. Normally you would tag along with Reo wherever you two went but you were nowhere to be found. So, when Reo opened the bedroom door, Nagi’s eyes widened at the sight. You were on the bed dressed in a beautiful lingerie set, your back was to the headboard and a silk blindfold covered your eyes. Reo leaned in close to Nagi and whispered, “happy birthday, go get your present but don’t be too loud, you don’t want to ruin the moment yet.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you waited for your boyfriend, out of the blue he surprised you with a new lingerie set and a blindfold. All he told you was that you had to put it on and just wait for him, so you did exactly that. You finally heard footsteps approaching and you turned your head to the sound, “Reo? Baby, are you here?” Nagi stopped at the foot of the bed and Reo walked over to your side, leaning in to kiss you softly, “I’m here my love. Are you ready for your reward? You waited so patiently for me and did exactly what I asked of you, just spread your legs for me okay?”

You eagerly did as he asked, showing Nagi that the lingerie you were wearing was crotchless. His mouth watered at the sight, you just looked perfect like that. Your pussy looked so slick and so beautiful, he just had to dive in. His gray eyes looked over to meet Reo’s and once Reo gave a nod of approval, Nagi dove right in.

He hooked his arms under your soft thighs and licked at your pussy like a man starved. His tongue explored every crevice to get all of your juices on his tongue. Moans fell from your lips and your back arched off the bed, what you were feeling was slightly different from when your boyfriend normally ate you out but you pushed it to the backburner, attributing the different feeling to having the blindfold on. Instinctively you lifted your hands to tangle your fingers into his hair but Reo quickly pinned them down to the bed. “No, no, my love. I need you to keep your hands on the bed. Be good for me and just grip the sheets.”

Your eyebrows furrowed a bit at his words but the tongue on your pussy made you push any questions aside. Well, it made you push most of your questions aside. There was one that was still lingering in the back of your mind, how could he speak so clearly and still keep his mouth on your pussy?

Nagi dipped his tongue into your entrance and gripped your thighs tighter as he fucked you with his tongue. He groaned against your pussy and Reo couldn’t help but stroke himself over his pants. The sight in front of him was perfect, his best friend making his girlfriend feel immense pleasure. He couldn’t ask for anything better. But he couldn’t just stand on the sidelines and watch, he had to get himself involved. He leaned down licked at your nipples through the thin lacy fabric of your lingerie. You gasped at the feeling, too wrapped up in the pleasure to realize that there were two mouths on you.

Reo continued to lap at your nipple before lifting one of his hands to lift the blindfold off your eyes. You blinked a few times to adjust to the light and your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. “Reo? Seishiro? What’s going on?” Nagi only pulled off slightly so he could rest his head on your thigh, his dark eyes already looked glazed over and his lips and chin were covered in your juices.

“Well, remember when I mentioned that one of my friends wanted to fuck you and you just took it as a joke? It wasn’t a joke and I decided that it’ll be a fun birthday gift.” He smiled and leaned in close to your ear, “don’t think I forgot about your little drunken confession either, how you said that you’d want to be sandwiched between Sei and I.” He pulled back and looked down at you. “So what do you say? Wanna give him a good birthday gift?”

Heat spread across your cheeks as you looked down at Nagi, it was like it was taking everything in him to not shove his face back in your pussy. You tore your eyes from his and looked back at your boyfriend. “Yes, I want to give him a good birthday gift.” As the words left your lips, Nagi gripped your thighs tightly and shoved his face back in your pussy. Your back arched off the bed and Reo reached a hand out to caress your cheek. “Why don’t you make me feel good while he makes you feel good?”

He removed his hand from your cheek and undid his pants then took them off with his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You lifted yourself a bit and leaned in close while he cradled the back of your head with one hand and gripped his cock with the other. You opened your mouth and Reo pushed his cock inside, groaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. You bobbed your head along his length and Nagi looked up to watch you with half lidded eyes. He began to rut his hips against the bed while Reo started fucking your face.

Your moans and gags were muffled as the tip of your boyfriend’s cock hit the back of your throat and Nagi kept devouring you like a man starved. The pleasure was all too much and the knot in your stomach was threatening to snap. Reo saw all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm and pulled out of your mouth to let you cry out and announce it. Nagi helped you ride out your orgasm and pulled away only when you reached your hands down to push him away.

He panted as he looked at you and your boyfriend then turned his attention back to you completely. “You can fuck me Sei, I want to make you feel good for your birthday.” Both men groaned at your words and while Nagi started to undress, Reo helped you go on all fours and kneeled in front of your face. You gripped your boyfriend’s cock in one hand and took it back into your mouth while Nagi positioned himself behind you and pushed himself inside you in a quick thrust.

He wasn’t as thick as Reo but his cock was longer and it curved perfectly to hit your sweet spot each time he bottomed out. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock dragging through your sensitive walls and you moaned around your boyfriend’s cock. Both men started to pick up the pace of their thrusts, Nagi bottomed out at the same time as Reo with each calculated thrust. Groans and moans left the mouths of both men as they thrusted with perfect precision. It made your mind fuzzy and as you looked up at your boyfriend, the sight made your mind grow even fuzzier.

He reached a hand out to pull Nagi close and through teary eyes you watched as they kissed, they kissed with almost the same amount of passion that filled the kisses you shared with your boyfriend. You watched them closely and it felt almost natural, it was like the three of you were meant to be in a place like this. Nagi snaked a hand down to rub your clit and that quickly pulled you away from any thoughts.

You brought your hand up to grip onto your boyfriend’s thigh and gently squeezed the toned flesh to try to signal your impending orgasm. He pulled back from Nagi and looked down at you with a smile, “go on and cum for us. I’m close too and I’m sure my treasure is too.” Nagi let out a breathy “mhm” in response and started rubbing your clit faster. “Please cum, it’ll make my day even better, angel. Make a mess on my cock.” Nagi’s voice was barely above a whisper, like his words were only meant to graze you and Reo’s ears and no one else’s.

It only took a few thrusts for you to cum and that set off a chain reaction. Nagi pressed his hips against yours and held you close as he filled you with cum and Reo held your head in place as he pushed his cock in your mouth entirely and finished down your throat. Reo pulled out first then Nagi and you all landed on the bed, panting heavily.

You looked at both men and spoke up first, “I’d really like to do that again and keep doing it. It just felt right between the three of us.” Reo chuckled and nodded at your words and Nagi leaned in to press his lips against yours softly.

“Sounds perfect, thank you for the birthday present. I think this’ll be the best birthday I’ve had.” He sighed softly and Reo sat up. “The celebration isn’t over yet, we’re just getting started and the cake should be coming in about 10 minutes so catch your breath and be ready to sing happy birthday then we can just keep fucking for the rest of the day. Give the birthday boy a proper birthday celebration.”

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carl grimes x fem!reader

(ron makes you uncomfortable, carl comes to your rescue.)

tags: i really don’t know o-o

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“Seriously I don’t get why we have to come to this, what’re we even gonna do here?” You complain, walking beside Rick and Carl on your way to Deanna’s house. Carl looks at you, unsure of what to say as he adjusts Judith in his arms. “Well, they’re tryna be nice…and welcoming I suppose. We’re gonna be polite and say thank you. We’re lucky to be here.” Rick responds.

All of this seriously confused you. I mean, a couple of days ago, you guys were all on the road and sleeping on the floor of a barn that smelt like horse shit. How were you meant to go from that, to going to a house party in a normal house, with normal people, in a normal community? It’s just simply not possible. Not in the world you live in.

You accept what Rick says and just leave it at that. You enter Deanna’s home to the intimidating sound of loud chatter. You were expecting people to harass you with tons of questions about your past and how you wound up here with the group. Things about your family you wished to forget.

Deanna walks over to greet you guys and she grabs Judith from Carl’s arms, freeing his hand to hold yours. He gives a gentle squeeze as Deanna makes pointless small talk that’ll later be forgotten. You notice that Maggie and Glenn are already there which makes you feel somewhat better. You’re pulled from your thoughts when Carl begins to walk further into the house, to the kitchen.

“C’mon I saw someone with lemonade.” He says with a smile. You smile too at how sweet he was, how excited he got over something as simple as lemonade. You follow him through the crowded home and stop at the island with pitchers of random beverages. He grabs you both a cup and pours the lemonade into them. You stare around the room, studying everything you see. Every exit, every person, everything.

“Here.” He hands you the glass and notices how intently you’re looking at everything. “Are you okay?” He asks, pushing the cup closer to you. You snap out of whatever trance you were in and grab the glass. “Yeah I’m fine.” You give him a small smile. He could tell you were spewing bullshit. He knew you well, I mean you’re best friends. You wished you were more than that; he did too.

“Look this place is real. I know it’s hard to accept…I barely have myself.” He explains. “But everything is finally gonna be okay.” You nod, taking in his advice when you hear someone arrive to the house. You and Carl walk into the hallway and look towards the end of it, noticing Jessie and her family had arrived. You’d met Ron earlier and he seemed relatively normal. Minus his odd remarks.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a girl show up at the gates. We’re glad you’re here.” He told you. Who says that? You saw him as he entered and your nose sort of wrinkles. Rick walks over to the both of you and instructs Carl to find Judith and to pry her from whatever strangers arms she was in. You watch as he walks away and your heart immediately sinks. You walk back into the kitchen to hide and you stand by the island sort of just looking around.

“There you are.” You turn to be met by Ron. Great.

“Oh…hi?” You respond as he walks over to grab a glass. “Is that lemonade?” He asks pointing at your cup. Your eyebrows knit together in annoyance; it’s the only yellow beverage on the counter. “Yes.” You respond shortly. He notices how short you’re being but doesn’t really take it as a hint to leave you the fuck alone, but rather a sign to keep going. “Sooo you didn’t talk much back at my house. I was hopin to get to know you more.” He explains. You turn to look at him and drink from your cup, not exactly sure what he wants to hear from you.

“Well what about your family?” He scoots a little closer to you. “M-my family?” You mutter. “Yeah your family. I assume they’re no longer with us…I mean that’s how it is now, right?” He states, you begin to slowly inch away from him. How is this any of his business? You begin to feel increasingly uncomfortable. “I’m just saying, I know how you feel. Before all this, I lost an uncle of mine. So if you need to chat at all, I’m here.” He places his hand on the small of your back, causing you to pull away from him completely. He puts his hand up in the air defensively. Before you know it, his shoulder is pushed back a little, and Carl now has his attention.

“C’mon man just back off her a little okay?” He says relatively politely. Ron laughs a little and shrugs. “I was just tryna help.” Carl scoffs. “I think she’s fine without your help.” He replies. Ron looks between the both of you for a moment and sort of laughs to himself. “You’re together aren’t you?” A smug grin forms on his face. Like he knows anything. “No, but that has nothing to do with the fact that you’re clearly weirding her out.” You place your cup down on the counter, getting ready to head out as soon as possible.

“How am I making her uncomfortable? All I’m doing is trying to help her. That’s all.” Carl rolls his eyes. You could sense that this wouldn’t end well. “Help her? That involves touching?” He remarks. He pushes past him and grabs your hand, leading you out of the kitchen and the situation. He leads out outside to the empty porch. You shiver a little at the sudden breeze of cold air that passed through. Carl noticed of course, he notices everything about you. He takes his flannel off and hands it to you.

“What about you?” You ask, taking it from his hands. He shrugs. “You matter more.” He gives you a small smile. You put the flannel on and you both lean against the railings of the house silently. He’s the first to speak up. “Sorry I wish there for you earlier.” You can see him overthink. You shake your head in response, “No don’t apologize. He didn’t get very far thanks to you.” You giggle. He smiles at that and nods.

You look off into the distance for a moment silently, your hands gently resting on the rails. After a moment you can feel his hand over yours. You’re glad to have someone like him. Someone who actually cares.

You can tell you’ll be more than friends very soon.

a/n: erm this was ass and i’m sorry about it :/ yall idk how to write endings and i know that’s prevalent IM SORRY rhrjrbtjfbfngn anyway i actually like ron and really think he’s a misunderstood character butttt THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE :>

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part 2 - like a | art major ellie x dance major reader

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summary: ellie had been struggling with finding the perfect model for her art final. that was until she saw you

18+ MDNI | 3.7k words | tags; college au, pining, still sfw for now, texting, no use of y/n, not proofread

a/n: if you're not imagining the prof as nick offerman you're not doing it right.

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The song finally ends and all the other dancers in the studio scatter, just as breathless and exhausted as you are, leaving the room reeking with sweat and the remnants of unbridled passion.

You try to steady your breathing, leaning forward with a hand bracing your thigh, fanning yourself off by pulling at the collar of your tee. Today’s practice was more exerting than usual, especially since you were the one leading it. 

You might’ve showed off a little because you overheard some of your classmates undermining your talent; claiming they could do your own choreo better than you can. It wasn’t like what they said bothered you, however, you needed to set the record straight.  

You’ve always been an amazing dancer, you have the awards, the scholarships to prove it. You’ve scraped your knees bloody to get to this point in your life. You weren’t gonna let a few shit talkers ruin a great thing. So, yeah, you’re absolutely winded because you wanted to prove a point, but you don’t regret a second of it. The looks on their faces was enough to clear any doubts for the rest of the year, for sure.

You drag your feet over to your stuff huddled in a corner, dodging past everyone else in a rush to leave. You pick up your water flask, taking a much needed chug. Mid-drink, you hear the doors of the now empty studio swing open and you swivel around only to see Dina in her black leotard, clutching her bag on her shoulder as she jogs towards you with a suspiciously wide smile.

“Hey, D. You don’t look like you want anything at all.” You say sarcastically, scoffing as you set your bottle down. 

“Oh, come on! I can’t see my best friend?” Dina asks, resting her hands on her hips. All you can do is stare at her with an unmoving expression of doubt, folding your arms with a perked brow. 

“My best-est friend in the whole world. Ever.” Dina adds on. 

You don’t think Dina could make it any more obvious so you decided to wrap it up yourself. “Dina, what is it? I swear to god if you say Jesse…” 

The expression on Dina’s face pointed in every direction that it’d be about him. You groan, amazed that you’re having this conversation again. She’s been pestering you for weeks now about meeting this “amazing” guy she’s been recently dating. She insisted that he’d be like another gal pal, but obviously you doubted that. You’re sure he’s as great as Dina says, but you find it awkward to meet him like that anyways. 

“Just hear me out!” Dina practically begs, clasping her hands together and everything.

“Dina— I love you, but I don’t wanna be a third wheel for an hour.”

Her wide grin returns, looking oddly ecstatic to hear you bring that up. “Okay, well, what if I told you that you won’t?”

You already told yourself you made up your mind the minute this conversation started, but you gesture for her to continue anyway.

Dina’s face lights up as she goes on, “Jesse’s going to bring his friend too, then it’ll be the four of us!” 

You’re not sure how to feel, it does cancel out the one annoyance you had, but now it sounds like a straight double date. The thought alone makes you cringe a bit. 

Dina can tell, rolling her eyes before speaking, “His friend’s a girl, and she’s cool.” 

You just silently make out an ‘oh’ and Dina snorts at your expression. Well, now there’s nothing keeping you from going, but you don’t feel like letting Dina have this one that easily, so you intensely rub your chin as if there’s something else to be considered.

“I’ll buy you food! Cinnamon rolls!” Dina exclaims with a hint of desperation. You giggle and stop the act, finally giving Dina a smile and a nod. She’s already pulling you in for a sappy hug and you return it with an eye roll, making sure she doesn’t go too crazy now that she’s finally convinced you.

“So, when are we doing that?” You ask.

“Today. You're so sweaty, gross.”

“Rude— Today?!”

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After a nice shower and a trip to a small on-campus bakery, it was time to go meet Jesse and his friend with Dina. Just to make conversation, you tell Dina about your embarrassing encounter last night as you two walk around campus. 

“You mooned a stranger?! Listen, when I said you should hook up with someone while I was gone, I meant through a party or an app. Not the window!” Dina exclaims, not even attempting to hide the amusement in her voice. 

Honestly, you were amused by the situation too, it was hard not to be. “Shhh… I didn’t moon her, she just happened to be there. Plus, my ass was mostly covered.” You reply with a playful grin before biting into your promised cinnamon roll. You didn’t really have anything to be embarrassed about, either way it’s an emotion you deal with often. First of all, you’re a dancer; you’ve tripped during a routine before, danced a few humiliating moves. It’s a part of the process. Second of all, your ass is fucking great and we’re ending on that note. 

Dina tsks and shakes her head at you in pretend disappointment. Unable to take her seriously, you dissolve into laughter. 

You two walk across the courtyard and into the school commons; a tall and open building, with the walls of it being large windows. For the time of day, it wasn’t that busy. You decide to scope out the small crowd, and play a little game with yourself to see if you can find out who Dina’s man is before she tells you. 

Not him. Definitely not him. Maybe him? Nah. Who is that?

“Over there!” Dina taps your shoulder excitedly and points in the distance, but you were already looking that way. 

There was a girl, maybe an inch taller than you in a black, patch-covered varsity jacket that definitely didn’t fit her, facing a taller guy that looked exactly like Dina’s type. You weren’t positive why you were drawn that direction, all you knew was that there was something vaguely familiar about that girl. You tried to put the pieces together, but you gave up not even two thoughts later; shrugging it off. 

The guy looks towards you and Dina, smiling brightly as he beckons you two over. Dina links arms with you and drags you along before you can even acknowledge it. As you two start approaching, the mystery girl finally turns around and offers a small smile to Dina, only for it to drop the second she lays eyes on you. 

Your eyes lock on hers and you’re absolutely mortified. It was definitely that girl. Y’know, the one you saw through your window? That girl. Even if you didn’t see her all that well last night, the struck look on her face gave her away. This funny situation was getting less and less fucking funny as you and Dina stride closer. The panic starts to override your sensory abilities, the unusual feeling etching into your thoughts. Maybe you should just own it? Pretend you don’t remember? Should you run away? You think you should—

“— meet Jesse!” Dina says, looking at you expectantly. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice you stopped walking. Now the girl is way closer than she was last night. You could keel over and die now, really. 

It’s not like you’ll see her again. You wish you could turn back time and slap yourself for jinxing you like that. You glimpse up at her, and, fuck, she was looking back at you. You guys needed to stop doing that. Even worse, she’s just as hot as you were hoping she wasn’t. The hair, the outfit, the decorated carabiner hanging off the loop of her jeans? She’s a fucking lesbian wet dream. 

You whip your head away, and unbeknownst to you, she’s still staring; gawking, even.

For Ellie, ever since you walked up, all that’s been going through her head was, ’I wanna draw her’ over and over again. Seeing you up close was even better than she could’ve ever imagined. Your… everything was better than she imagined. She initially locked eyes on you when you were still passing the courtyard and she was in awe of that smile of yours. She was obsessed with how you laughed, how you threw your head back as you did. For a moment, she wondered what was funny. For a moment, she thought about what she’d give to hear it. She had to look away and face Jesse so her whole body didn’t turn red from just watching you. 

She only understood the gravity of the situation when you finally approached. What were the chances you were Dina’s friend? You were really in front of her now, an arm distance away. She has literally never been happier to go out before. She was genuinely glad Jesse dragged her out here for once. 

For as long as she could, she admired you; already color-matching the shade of your skin, your eyes. Appreciating the plumpness of your lips, how expertly your gloss spread across them. She wants to appreciate more of you, but from the way you looked away from her, she worries you might think she’s a pervert and honestly, you’d be well within your rights to think so.

Ellie catches her stare, dipping her attention onto her feet instead. You catch the sheepish action in the corner of your eye and it automatically tells you everything you need to know. If she hadn’t seen anything, she wouldn’t be acting like that, right? Let alone remember you. You wish you weren’t agonizing over this, catching these little traits was only making things worse. 

It’s painful; the situation. The whole thing didn’t even cross your mind until recently. You can’t make eye contact with anyone in front of you anymore, so you nervously say hello along with your name while looking out of one of the several windows. 

Dina forces a smile, since she already introduced you herself, giving you a quick ‘what the fuck’ look on her face before turning back to Jesse who still hasn’t caught a whiff of the tension. Your behavior was incomprehensible. You’ve never acted this way around new people. The whole reason Dina begged you to come was because you were so personable, so you can only imagine her confusion now.

Jesse and Dina exchange looks before Dina attempts to continue the convo. “So, Ellie, what’s your major again?” Ellie. Now the (extremely good-looking) face has a name, great.

“Uh, drawing. Art.” Ellie says, awkwardly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes darted everywhere but you. You were making it awkward, she was making it awkward, and all for different reasons. 

Dina nods along to Ellie before saying, “Oh, really? Didn’t think you guys left your rooms.” Dina teases, slow-turning to Jesse who already has a fist bump waiting for her. 

Ellie shakes her head with half a smile. “Ha, ha. Very funny. Yeah, I guess I needed some sunlight.” 

“Yeah, right. I had to bribe you out with a DC comic.” Jesse chirps in, his tone taking a dramatically repulsed turn. 

Ellie immediately punches him in the arm, “You haven’t even read the comics, asshole.” 

Jesse’s hand shoots up to soothe the spot as he laughs.

“Well… I think DC is better than Marvel if you ignore the movies.” You spit out and Jesse and Dina are immediately groaning at your comment. The only reason you said anything was because you felt inclined to take Ellie’s side since they were ganging up on her. Not to mention you might’ve traumatized her, so you might as well attempt to make buddy-buddy. You weren’t lying though, you read enough comics in middle school to know; even if your appearance and style might’ve indicated otherwise.

Ellie teeters at the side, not expecting you to speak at all, let alone take her side. She didn’t think she deserved to hear you speak more than she has already, but here you were, making her blush over a silly shared interest.

Ellie stuffs her hands into her jacket’s pockets, twisting her lips before gaining the courage to speak to you. “That’s because it is. They haven’t read Sandman yet.” 

“Oh, shit. Sandman was really good! Death was definitely my gay awakening now that I’m thinking about it.” You respond, glancing off as you dwell back on it.

Ellie definitely blacked out for a moment after hearing “gay” and “awakening” leave your mouth in the same sentence. Now there’s a part of her wondering if she has a chance with you.

She doesn’t say anything, she can’t say anything since she doesn’t trust her voice. You can’t tell if she’s super awkward or homophobic, but she doesn’t look like the latter. She just gulps loudly and you take note of… this whole interaction and store it in your brain for a later date, like a sleepless night.

With the sudden silence befalling, you both look over to see that Dina and Jesse are still passionately ranting and raving about how trash DC is, so passionately they look like they might kiss about it. Like, their faces are inches away from each other. You and Ellie are absolutely baffled at how this is even possible. They’re talking about superheroes. Superheroes! The sight makes you wanna hurl. You scowl and look elsewhere, catching Ellie grimacing in the process. 

Her brows are furrowed, lip upturned, and her nose is slightly scrunched up to the point where she kinda resembles a squirrel. You snort to yourself at the comparison. Okay, she’s adorable, so it took everything in you to contain your laughter. Obviously, you did a poor job since Jesse and Dina turn to your stifled giggling, following your eyes to see a plainly disgusted Ellie judging them. 

They get flustered, shyly laughing it off while Ellie pretends to scold them. “Welcome back. Now cut it out.”

Ellie turns to you with a surprisingly bewitching smile that catches you way off guard, and mouths out ‘gross’ while stealing a glance at the couple. 

“Pfft, I think it might be time to change topics.” You say, biting back the smile forming on your lips. Ellie is unintentionally endearing, you can tell because, well, she’s growing on you. Maybe you’ve been overthinking the whole thing? From the looks of it, she might’ve just needed to warm up to you. You like that conclusion much more than anything else. Anything else being a possibly unflattering angle of your ass cheeks.

Dina chuckles before nodding, “Okay, well,” Dina puts a hand on your shoulder and looks between Jesse and Ellie, “She’s a dance major too. The trendy kind.” 

“Trendy kind?” Ellie asks, focusing on you as she waits for an answer.

You roll your eyes at Dina for the silly description and fixate back on Ellie, finding yourself unusually nervous under her stare. “I’m focusing on commercial dance choreography. For singers, concerts, things like that.”

“She also did ballet for ages.” Dina chimes in. You nod reluctantly, since it was a long time ago, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t still use those skills. 

“Oh, that explains it.” Ellie says, looking directly at you, clearly without a thought. She doesn’t mean anything bad by it, it just explains why she was weirdly infatuated with your back; your posture. Either way, that was supposed to stay in her head and not for you to hear.

You raise a brow, barely tilting your head to the side as you ask, “Explains what?”  

You hold your eye contact with Ellie this time, silently waiting for an answer. 

“Oh— err—“ Ellie stammers. She has no idea how to save herself. Even if she did, she doesn’t think she’d be able to say it when you’re looking at her like that. Looking up at her quizzically, slightly pouting out your full bottom lip. You’re a bit intimidating, you’ve always been a bit intimidating to everyone. However, Ellie finds herself oddly attracted at the same time and it’s really fucking with her brain. You aren’t even trying to be threatening though, you only want to know what she thinks of you. For no particular reason. 

Ellie, flustered beyond comprehension, can only shrug and manage out, “Uh, nothing? I guess, um, that’s how you two met?” 

You calm your expression, afraid Ellie might melt if you put any more heat on her and for the record, she would’ve, but not for what you think. You couldn’t read her at all and it made you wanna rip your hair out. 

You end up giving her a small nod while a trace of curiosity lingers on your face. 

Coincidentally, Ellie can’t read you either. Do you know she was the one “creeping” on you last night? If you don’t, then maybe all hope isn’t lost for her. But, of course, she can’t fucking tell. One second you’re looking at her like she’s a ghost, the next you’re giggling at all her jokes. But she’s not an idiot, she knows that as long as she doesn’t completely scare you off; she can complete her final. The only question from here is if she’ll ever gain the courage to ask you. 

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The answer to that is no. No, no, no. You’ve been integrated into Ellie’s life for weeks now. Although it hasn’t been daily you always show up at least twice a week, over three when she’s lucky. It’s been weeks and she still can’t ask you. 

In her defense, you guys are never alone. You haven’t even walked by Ellie since the dance wing and art wing are nowhere near each other. You’re always with Dina, she’s always with Jesse. All four of you occasionally meet up for lunch, or spot each other at student events and parties. Never just you and her. Ellie has tried to rehearse just asking you casually with Dina and Jesse around, but that sounds like a fuckin’ humiliation ritual. Imagining you saying “ew, no” or bringing up how she was ogling you through your window in front of them. 

It’s not like you’ve been giving her the impression that you would. It’s actually far from that. You’re a walking ray of sunshine. You always, and I mean, always say hi to her first. Ellie might be a little nuts, considering it’s only between her and Jesse, but she swears you do. Sometimes, you even avoid him to get to her first and she thinks it’s the cutest damn thing ever, but as far as she knows, that’s just her imagination playing a sick prank on her delusion.

Good news is that her work has improved since she still gets to see you often. She steals glances at you, taking mental pictures of you whenever she can. If someone told her to draw you eating a damn french fry, she’d be able to do it perfectly. 

Her professor leaves less marks on her work than usual, and with finals rapidly approaching, Ellie thinks this is the best she’ll ever be able to do. It’s way better than before and the chances of you modeling for her are slim to none, so she’s trying to convince herself she’s perfectly fine with wrapping it up here. Acting like it doesn’t eat away at her to not be able to draw your full body, all its perfections and imperfections. 

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You’re chatting with some friends as you gather your stuff up to leave, when your professor calls out your name. Your head shoots up in that direction and you quickly excuse yourself as you walk over to a scruffy looking older man shuffling around paperwork.

“Yes?” You stand neutrally at his desk, completely unaware of what he has to say to you. 

“You’re failing. Failing horrendously,” He shifts in his seat to look at you better, “You know you are human right? You labeled the rectus femoris the tibialis anterior for fuck’s sake.” 

The… what? You had absolutely no idea you were failing and no idea what he was saying. Yeah, you spent zero time studying, but it’s human anatomy. It’s just a stupid mandatory course. The classes with actual dancing are what you put your time and effort into. What type of asshole teaches a science course at an arts school, then fails the students? Whatever.

You bite your tongue before speaking, forcing a faint smile. “Oh, well, can I make up the grade…?”

The man pinches the bridge of his nose before pulling out your paper from the stack and in front of you. “You’re not understanding, out of 640 muscles in the human body you got one correct. The pectoralis major.”

Honestly, you have no words. Seeing the paper in front of you was pretty humbling. 

He laces his fingers as he continues to gruffly speak, “I don’t know if it’s because you’re gay or something and the only thing you can identify are boobs, but this is an easy grade. You had to get at least 200 correct to pass.”

Did he just? Your jaw dropped ages ago, and you start to say something but he immediately cuts you off. “I don’t wanna hear it, take your paper. Study, and I’ll let you retake it. Do not make me have to fail you.” 

You purse your lips, conflicted with how he called you out and how he’s giving you a redo. You just snatch the paper and storm out of the classroom. 

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dina: LMFAOOO

you: its not fucking funny

dina: is it becus ur gay or something

you: STFU!!!!

you: what do i do ffs

you: finals week is coming up soon and im stupid

dina: you shouldve taken the course with me last semester

you: help me study

dina: foh i barely passed 

you: 😭😭😭im so screwed 

dina: no ur not

dina: don’t worry

dina: ask ellie 

Ask Ellie? Your thumbs shake over your screen. How could you ask Ellie? The amount of strength it takes to talk to her in real life without turning into putty is insane. You guys don’t even cross paths enough for you to comfortably ask for a favor, but you really need to pass this class. It definitely wouldn’t be the worst to finally talk to her one on one... hang out with her more… see her more… Fuck it.

you: what’s her number?

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a/n: marvel solos but i think ellie would love dc

[kinardsevan]

Okay, prompt. Tommy and Buck are having slow shifts and one of them decides to call the other.

consider this as existing in the same timeline as to can’t outdrive pain (someday it’s gonna take the wheel)

we survive

Tommy sighs, pushing a piece of paper across the table.

“Riley, you have to at least try to make your art not be derogatory,” he states in a gentle but firm tone. “Miss Sidney isn’t going to let this fly.”

Riley rolls his eyes, tossing a conte crayon onto the table. Charcoal scatters as it cracks in half, and the teenager crosses his arms. Tommy frowns, reaching out for the crayon and setting it back inside the box he’d brought with him.

He’s no stranger to Riley’s moods six months into this endeavor. What had begun as a way to fill some time after breaking his elbow and having to miss weeks of work has become part of his weekly ritual now, occasionally twice a week when he can swing the extra time. Evan has joined him a number of times when the time off has lined up, but today he’s alone.

Riley Collins was almost sixteen and had a rough background, one Tommy could relate to only too well. His mom had died when he was three, and he was left with an alcoholic father who cared so little that at seven, he’d been found digging in a neighbors trash can for food. That had begun the teen’s childhood in foster care, but it hadn’t been the end of it. He’d cycled through multiple foster homes with while struggling with attachment issues. There was a year-long period when Riley was eleven where his father had gotten sober, regained custody, and things seemed like they might get better. Except, Riley had been the ringer by that point. He’d lived in homes with emotional and verbal abuse. He’d seen parents hit each other, and occasionally hit the children. He’d seen sexual abuse through the tiny window of where his blankets didn’t completely cover his eyes when cries of his foster siblings woke him in the middle of the night. He’d faced some of those situations himself, and by the time he cycled back into his fathers home, he wasn’t the same little kid who had learned to become self-sufficient when his father was lost to the bottle.

Either way, Riley’s father made it six months before his sobriety with Riley back home went to hell. There was a DWI, and then an occurrence where Riley showed up to school with a black eye and bloodied nose. Then he was locked out of the house. CPS was still so involved at that point that he was quickly placed back in foster care, but the writing was on the wall at that point. Even though he’d been placed with a family with good values, he was a mess. There were stolen things, broken possessions, a flirtation with breaking the law. Ultimately though, it was a full-on brawl he got into with an uncle which led to his placement in the group home. And the thing was, he was a great student. He could stay invested in his school work and the routine it required without a problem. But when it came to people…he was a mess.

Tommy couldn’t help but reflect that back to his own childhood.

“This is so fucking lame anyway,” Riley bemoans.

Tommy raises an eyebrow at him. “Really? You seemed to think it was cool three days ago.”

“What the fuck do you know, old man,” Riley replies, scowling at him. He shoves away from the table, and Sidney is up out of her chair quickly, already calling after him, but Tommy raises a hand to her.

“Let me go,” he tells her softly. Their group is usually a bit bigger, but with school being back in session, half of them have signed up for extracurriculars, so there’s only three today, and Sidney has the other two pretty well covered with whatever they’re drawing.

She looks at him with a hint of apprehension, but then nods, settling back into her chair.

Tommy picks up his sketchbook and moves around the table, walks out the back door toward a picnic table where Riley is pushing a stick into the aged wood, trying to peel a piece of loose long grain with it. He dares a glance up at Tommy and then sighs, looking back down at the table.

“Hey kid. You wanna tell me what that was all about,” he asks, crossing the space between them but still staying a few feet away.

Riley huffs but doesn’t answer as he keeps pushing at the picnic table with the stick. Tommy frowns, taking a few more steps forward and sitting down on the opposite side of the table. He reaches into the pocket of his shirt and pulls out a tin of Altoid Sours. He pops one in his mouth and then offers one to Riley. When the kid doesn’t immediately take one, Tommy rests the tin on the table between them.

“You know, I used to make a lot of really violent art,” Tommy states. “Still have some of it. Drawings of people getting stabbed, gunshot wounds.”

“Bet Miss Sidney would love to hear that right now,” Riley states sarcastically.

Tommy shrugs. “Probably not. But it was how I dealt. Especially with the people who hurt me when I was your age.” He flips his sketchbook back to the front before setting in front of Riley on the table. The first few pages have older, yellowed paper taped in. It’s been crumpled and some of it is shredded, but Riley looks up at it, skims over the images. He sets the stick down and flips a page over as something that looks suspiciously like comic paneling tells the story of a child and his abusive father. He watches the way Riley runs his fingers over the paper, touches the images.

“What do you know about abuse anyway, old man,” Riley murmurs softly, anger still present in his voice.

“More than you’d think, kid,” Tommy replies. When the teen looks up at him, Tommy raises an eyebrow at him. “First of all, I wasn’t always this built or lean. And me at thirteen, on the huskier side and gay? That didn’t go over all that well in my home.”

Riley doesn’t let on his emotional response to Tommy’s explanation, but he keeps flipping through the pages in the sketchbook. A drawing of a war zone. Drawings of mass military graves. Dog tags. Bloodied fists with colored pastels.

“Least you got out,” Riley comments after a few minutes of silence. “Had someone to help.”

Tommy gives a haughty laugh. “I went to the military to get out. I didn’t have anyone waiting at home if I made it back from Iraq. Everything I’ve done, I’ve had to do on my own.”

There’s still a scowl on Riley’s face, but the ire seems to sink out of it as he listens to Tommy.

“I was not cool when I came back, either,” he adds. “I was really shitty to people I now consider friends. Spent a lot of years alone because I couldn’t figure out how to just connect with people.”

“Least you found people who wanted you around,” Riley grumbles, his voice still soft, like he doesn’t actually want Tommy to hear him. “I got two years.”

Tommy sighs. He’s not sure whether saying something is a good idea. There are still too many what ifs and probabilities for him to be sure.

“You know, Evan and I have been talking to Miss Sidney,” he states in a quiet tone. Riley finally reaches out and takes one of the altoids, pops it into his mouth. His eyes slowly raise, though he doesn’t look directly at Tommy. “But we can’t do anything if you keep showing this kind of attitude in program. They won’t consider it a good placement.”

Riley’s brown eyes meet his then, his sandy blonde hair half hanging in them. He stares at Tommy with a bewildered expression.

“Hailey is-..”

Tommy shakes his head, cutting Riley off. Of course the kid would think they’d want a young child. “Hailey doesn’t fit in our home. She’s six. She needs a mom.”

“Dakota-“

“Doesn’t like fire trucks,” Tommy comments, in reference to another one of the younger kids.

Riley looks up at him, brow furrowed. “Shouldn’t you two want a baby?”

Tommy lets out a small laugh. “Do you know how long the adoption process is for an infant? Never mind surrogacy.” He can’t help the warmth in his chest at the fact that for all of Riley’s questions, the idea of living in a house with two men in a committed (carnal) relationship isn’t one of them.

Riley is quiet again for a few moments as he closes Tommy’s sketchbook and places it back on the table.

“I age out in 798 days,” he mutters.

Tommy takes a breath and shrugs again. “Well. I guess that leaves us roughly twenty-two thousand more to have you around with us, five of take a few thousand,” he states. “You know, if you want to.”

Riley looks up at him through his eyelashes with an expression that’s trying suspiciously not to reflect any kind of hope. Tommy recognizes it from the one he had when he’d been told he was going back to live with his father at thirteen. He narrows his gaze slightly as he reaches out for his sketchbook.

“You know, Evan makes a mean shepherd’s pie,” he comments, sliding the book back over. “I could probably get him to whip one up tonight. He’s supposed to be off shift soon.”

“T-tonight,” Riley stammers.

“Only if you want to,” Tommy replies. “And if you apologize in front of Miss Sidney. I kinda promised her you’d be a good fit and you’re making me look bad right now.”

The slightest bit of an upturn happens at the corners of Riley’s mouth. Tommy nods, reaching out for the altoids tin. He closes it and pops it back in his pocket.

. . .

Hours later, in the silence of their home, Evan rests his chin on Tommy’s shoulder as they stand in the doorway of what they expect to become Riley’s bedroom. The teen is sprawled across the Queen-sized bed and a pillow that Tommy finds to be suspiciously similar to one from his and Evan’s bed is wrapped tightly in the teen’s arms.

“Dare I say, he’s a little attached to us,” Evan whispers to Tommy.

Tommy chuckles, pointing up to the T-shirts tacked up to a cork board on the wall. “That was his idea.”

Both shirts are worn and faded, one from the 118 and the other from Harbor. The vinyl is half-peeled from the shirts, and only the outline of Tommy’s last name remains on the shirt that belonged to him from how much use it’s seen.

“Who would’ve thought he’d like us that much,” Evan jokes. He tilts his head, resting his cheek on Tommy’s shoulder.

“I think he feels seen. Understood,” Tommy murmurs back. He takes a breath, looking down at Evan. “He asked if he could take both last names.”

Evan smiles wearily at Tommy. “He can have whatever he wants.”

Tommy lets out a soft chuckle, although he stiffens when Riley moves on the bed, only to settle a few seconds later with a contented sigh.

“And this is why you’re not in charge of the budget right now,” he comments. “He’ll have you talked into a car and three gaming systems in under twenty-four hours.”

Evan scowls at Tommy, turns his head and bites his shoulder. Tommy grunts softly, turning toward him. He pushes Evan gently out of the room, across the hall into their bedroom, easing the door shut quietly.

“Let’s not traumatize the kid on his first night home,” he states, framing Evan’s face with his hands before he dives in for a heated kiss. Evan moans softly into his mouth, fisting Tommy’s shirt.

“Well then, I guess you’re just gonna have to drown me out with the shower,” Evan replies, tugging Tommy back towards the en-suite.

And he does.

[m3hgumi]

— pop a coke

pairing: fushiguro megumi x f!reader

genre: fluff, mutual pining

summary: the calm and collected megumi freaks out internally (and unintentionally, externally) after he accidentally drinks from your soda can. the end result? even better.

word count: 890

arms wrapped around your figure, you laid in megumi's chest under the tree near the dorms. the canopy sourcing from the abundant of leaves that covered the branches shaded the two of you from the blazing sun of the weekend's noon. in the distance further away, you saw nobara chasing yuuji for reasons unclear to you, and panda trying to break up their fight, but as a result also becoming a target to her current rage. you chuckled at their playful antics, sending a sense of enjoyment to megumi’s heart. he fought a smile to his face, bringing his chin down to feel your hair under his face, hoping the others weren’t looking in his direction. he wasn’t one for pda, but every so often he isn’t afraid to show his love for you around others, given that fact that none of his classmates and upperclassmen were watching anyway.

next to both of you were two sandwiches neatly wrapped in aluminum foil per megumi’s effort and two cans of coca cola from the school’s vending machine to go along with your food. finally, a batch of cookies were covered with tissues to maintain their freshness. your hand moved towards the sandwiches, handing one to megumi. you took a bite into the remaining sandwich, indulging in the synergy of multiple ingredients within your meal, leaving a smile of satisfaction on your face. megumi also smiled in agreement, shifting the hold of his sandwich to one hand and bringing a finger of his empty one towards your hair, wrapping itself in its strands. his fingers continued to fiddle with your hair, which were responded with quiet chuckles.

once his fingers were untangled from your hair, he took a second to process his need to quench the thirst lingering in his throat. it had been pretty hot that day, as it was still late into summer, so it was no wonder that his body requested for fluids to cool down. his hand involuntarily reached for his soda can, which was already opened from when you had brought out the sandwiches. feeling the melting icy water drip from the can onto his palm, he picked it up and drew it closer to his mouth, gulping down several, but small sips.

just as the coldness of the tin grazed his upper lip, a familiar scent was detected. his nostrils filled with the smell of mint, not one from an edible, but a flavor of some sort. immediately retracting the can away from his face, he spotted a colorless smudge hinted with sparks of glitter near the can opening. his eyes widened in shock as he put the two together as realized what he had done.

it was your lip gloss. that was your soda can.

somewhere in his head, he could hear the annoying incessant voice of gojo saying that’s an indirect kiss!

his face heated up from the embarrassment; a physical sign of this emerging as his cheeks (and not long after his whole face) reddened. his emerald eyes quickly turned towards you, staring off into the distance, paying no heed to his current dilemma. quickly, he tried to calm himself down, figuring it was for the best you didn’t know. it’s a secret he could never live down himself anyways.

“megumi are you okay? your face looks really red. is it getting too hot for you?”

his body jolted from suddenly hearing your voice. he could see the questioning glance on your face, making him even more embarrassed than before. there was no way for him to hide from you now. nonetheless he still tried to put up a front.

“no, i just choked on the soda from drinking really fast. i’m alright though.”

great lying megumi. if it couldn’t be anymore obvious. until you saw right through him.

“wait, is that my soda can?” you had realized what just happened, and now it was your turn to start getting red, turning your cute weekend picnic date into a heated blushing competition. megumi could only nod slightly before sinking deeper into the endless abyss of embarrassment.

“can i have it back?”

you were the one who started the conversation after moments of awkwardness. it hadn’t been that long since you two started dating. about a month and a couple days to be exact. while you two were very much in love, shown in your display of affection towards one another, kissing wasn’t really something either of you had considered yet-

“yeah sorry about that, here you go” megumi replies, handing you the cola can as you chuckle at his reddened face. you didn’t think he’d be so guilty about it, very cute of him. and you know exactly how to get back at him for it.

“y’know, you could’ve asked for a real kiss if you wanted one.” you mentioned before quickly giving him a peck on his cheek.

megumi was caught off guard, but a sense of giddiness bubbled in him feeling the stickiness of the lip gloss remaining on you face touching the side of his. he would not admit it to you or anyone really, but he liked it a lot.

he could’ve continued relishing this very adoring interaction, until he noticed nobara and yuji, who had seen the entire event unfold, staring from afar.

now he was really embarrassed.

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[just-wrting]

Can't Take the Hint

Title: Can't Take the Hint

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: You're having a hard time rejecting guys, thankfully the one you're into helps you out.

Warnings: Creepy guy and smut

Word Count: 2,826

Master List

A/N: This was meant to have more scenes in it, but I've opted to save those ideas for another time. This is also only my third time writing smut so I hope it's not that bad.

“I don’t know Dave. Asking them out seems like a bad idea.”

You hear Hotch’s voice even through the closed door. You want to linger and listen, but there’s a new case. Instead, you knock gently on Rossi’s office door. Within a few seconds, it swings open and Hotch is standing in front of you.

“Garcia said she’s got a case and to come get you guys,” you say. “I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“No, we were just finishing up. In fact, I’ll walk with you if that’s okay?” Hotch moves toward you, and you back up.

“Sure. Though I hope you don’t mind if I borrow Rossi later. I have some guy trouble that I want his advice on.”

For a split second, he frowns. It’s so quick you think you’re imagining it. You study his face intently, wondering if it was just a trick of the light. There’s no reason that he would be upset about you having guy troubles. He’s just your boss, nothing more.

“Rossi’s advice may not be great, he does have multiple divorces. I could help you.”

“That’s actually why I’d like to talk to him about it. He’s gotten used to rejection.”

You give him a soft smile. He chuckles but doesn’t say anything. You know his offer still stands if you ever need to talk to him. He’s a great boss, and you’re grateful to him for being there for you when you need it.

You do your best to pay attention as Hotch and Garcia present your next case. A couple of bodies turned up in a forest on the west coast, and the local police had no idea how they got there. They all showed various stages of decay, indicating that they had been there for a different amount of time each.

“Well, the ME states the body that had been there the longest was there for about a year. Given that there are six bodies in that area that puts us at a murder every two months,” Emily says while placing her tablet down.

“So either he’s doing something to them that takes about two months, or he’s being extra careful.” Rossi rubs his chin.

Reid leans back in his chair. “Based on the ME’s report of the most recent body, he’s most likely torturing his victims for about a month.”

“Great. Cause that’s what we need to be doing, scouring the missing persons reports for a person that could be joining the body pile,” you groan.

Granted, Garcia is lightning-fast and great at sifting through things like that, but you still think it’ll take forever. This is shaping up to be one of those cases that just takes time. Time that you don’t have to be wasting on dead ends and possibilities.

“Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch says, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Be prepared for long days.”

—

It’s been over an hour and everyone is just lost in thought. Occasionally someone will throw out an idea, but without doing more interviews and crime scene analysis, there isn’t much to discuss. You take the opportunity to slide into a seat across from Rossi.

“Mind if I ask you some stuff? Take your mind off the case for a second?” you ask. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

Rossi gives you a smile. “Sure thing, kid. What else is someone with as much wisdom as I, supposed to do?”

You relax muscles you didn’t realize were tense. “Besides helping others out, I’m not too sure. So there’s this guy, I see him all the time since he goes to the same breakfast place as I do, and he asked me out.”

Rossi nods. “And you aren’t sure if that’s a good choice?”

“Actually, I know it’s a bad choice. Since the day before I’d seen him with another girl. They’re obviously a thing so I told him no. The problem is that now he won’t leave me alone. I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Rossi reaches out to grab your hand. He gives it a gentle squeeze and makes sure to look into your eyes.

“Kid, you didn’t do anything wrong. A man like that is just plain creepy and probably won’t take the hint until you tell him there’s another man you're with. If you need us to, I’m sure Hotch or Morgan will gladly help you play pretend to get him to leave you alone. We’re here to help each other.”

You slowly nod. You really didn’t think you’d actually encounter one of those guys that give off the same energy that serial stalkers have, but you did. Not to mention, it was while you weren't working.

“You’re right. I’ll give it some thought during the case, but for now, that’s what needs our attention. Let’s just hope things go better than they usually do.”

—

Things are not going better than they usually do. Hotch paired you with him and Morgan to go to the crime scene which wouldn’t have been an issue if it wasn’t for the constant drizzle that had started well before you had landed. Nothing says ‘a great day for a walk in the woods’ like rain.

You watch as an officer slips slowly down the hill to reach where the last body was found. The whole area was slick with mud. It’d probably be fun if you were a young boy in your own backyard but as an agent hoping to get an idea of what this dump site looked like in its horrible prime, not so fun.

The rain picks up and you duck under a tree. Hotch joins you while Morgan chuckles.

“I’ll go get the umbrellas from the SUV since you two must be made of sugar. Don’t start without me.”

Shortly after Morgan walks off, another officer approaches you. He sticks his hand out for you to shake.

“You must be Agent Hotchner and Agent (L/N),” he says while giving you a large smile. “Do you need an umbrella? I have one in the car.”

“Oh no thanks. Agent Morgan is returning with the ones he went to get. I can see him now.”

The officer’s smile wavers, but stays firm on his face. “Well, (L/N), I’m Officer Mike Morris. If you need anything, anything at all, let me know right away and I’ll help you.”

With that, the officer leaves. Hotch looks at you with an odd look on his face. You can’t quite place the emotion that’s behind his eyes.

“Here’s the umbrella. You two can share it because I’m not letting (L/N) pull me down into the mud.”

Morgan gets a head start down the hill. You watch him complete the task with ease, and you can’t help but be a bit envious. Sure you can take down grown men, but Morgan makes most physical feats look easy.

“(Y/N)?” Hotch’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “You do know that if you need anything, both on the case and off the case, you can talk to me, right?”

His hand rests on your shoulder. You give him a smile and start to head down the slope.

“Of course. You’re my go-to person if I need something, Hotch. I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

—

It’s the next day, and you’re sitting at the table staring down a pile of paper. It’s early in the morning, and you think you’d kill for a cup of coffee right about now. Unfortunately, you got up early and were one of the first in the office. That means that there was no coffee for you to have and you have to wait for some to brew.

A sudden knock on the doorway startles you. You whirl around to find Officer Mike Morris standing in the doorway.

“I see you’re into mornings, just like I am. Figured you would want a cup of coffee.”

He sets down a cup of lukewarm coffee. You watch as the liquid settles and realize that the color is off. It won’t taste the way you like it, but you do your best to take a sip. You’re right. It’s not how you’d like it.

“(Y/N)? You left early today so I brought you coffee and breakfast. I hope that’s okay.”

Hotch walks into the room holding a tray of coffee and a to-go bag. He briefly looks at Officer Morris before looking at you.

“Thanks! What did you get me?”

A soft smile spreads across Hotch’s face. He sets the coffee tray down and pulls one of the cups out. You carefully read the label on the cup. It’s made just the way you like. As you take a sip, you feel the caffeine send tingles to your brain and you start to wake up.

“And breakfast?”

Hotch pulls a muffin out of the bag and hands it to you. You're quite grateful for the snack. Nothing says FBI breakfast like coffee and a pastry.

“Thank Hotch. I got up pretty early so I didn’t have a chance of getting food.”

You bury your face back into the papers, ignoring the men. You can feel the tension in the room though. They seem to be locked in some sort of silent fight, over what you can’t tell. A fight over ruining your train of thought is possible, but you can’t imagine that making you useless was a great idea.

“Well, (L/N), I’ll see you later. Don't be a stranger,” Officer Morris says before leaving.

—

“Oh, I call shotgun!” You say as you open the passenger door.

Hotch slides into the driver's seat. “As long as you don’t touch the radio we’ll be fine.”

Before the two of you can leave the parking lot, there’s a knock on your window. Hotch is quick to lock the doors. You frown when you see it’s Officer Morris. He seems to be everywhere. If it wasn’t for the fact that he didn’t fit the preliminary profile, you’d assume he was the unsub.

Rolling down the window, you ask, “ Was there something you needed, Officer Morris?”

“I heard you were headed to see the Willows and I figured I should come with. They’re grumpy and old so they don’t take well to strangers. I actually happen to know them quite well and am off duty now.”

You glance at Hotch, unsure of how you should shut Officer Morris down. Hotch’s mouth is drawn in a thin line and his eyes are cold. You can practically feel the irritation coming off him and you turn your gaze to the clock. Staring at the time seems like a better choice.

“I think (Y/N) and I will be fine. We’re both highly capable agents who’ve dealt with difficult people.”

Morris smiles tightly. “I’m sure (L/N) is an exceptional agent, but I can assure you that these aren’t your ordinary grumpy old people. We got a call once that Mr. Willow tried to shoot the mailman when he got too close.”

You hear the leather squeak as Hotch’s hand tightens on the steering wheel. He’s getting far more than irritated. In fact, you’d venture to say he was getting pissed. It wasn’t hard to tell why. Morris is wasting your time.

“Aaron is a more capable agent than I am!” you blurt out. “So if you don’t mind, we’ll be off. Serial killers don’t wait around for us to find our clues.”

You let Hotch roll up your window and drive off. As soon as you start rolling, you see him relax.

“Man, he just won’t let up. Is there something I’m missing?” you ask.

“If he gives you any more trouble, I’ll take care of it.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Of course.”

—

It finally hits you once Morris grabs your wrist. His grip is tight. You shake your hand a couple of times, but he still holds fast.

“I’ve been hoping that I could get a chance to talk to you alone, (Y/N). I was wondering if you’d like to join me for dinner.”

The whole time you had been here, Morris was hitting on you. You pride yourself on being able to read people, but you admit that your ability to spot romance is a bit lacking. Unfortunately, you have zero interest in going out with Morris. Not only is he being quite rude at the moment, but you had no intention of going long distance. Not to mention your lingering feelings for someone else.

“Well, given that we still haven’t caught the killer, I’ll have to decline. There’s no time to waste.”

His grip tightens even more before he releases you. His eyes are dark and he’s sporting a tight frown.

“Does Agent Hotchner not let you date?”

You stare at him in shock. “Excuse me?”

“Is Agent Hotchner interfering with your personal life? Does he dictate whether or not his team members can date?”

You shake your head. “No, he doesn't. This is a personal choice. I’d rather not go to dinner with you when I have a serial killer to catch.”

Morris says nothing, but you can tell he doesn’t believe you. His animosity toward Hotch confuses you. You don’t bother trying to understand it, however. There isn’t anything about this guy that is making sense.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to go back to my team. If you need anything, feel free to contact one of them.”

With that, you turn and walk back to the main room. You want nothing more than to have someone tell him off, but you opt not to mention anything. The team has other things to worry about.

—

Once again, Morris has done his best to ask you out. This time making the mistake of asking in front of Hotch. The tension in the room grows thick, and you feel uncomfortable. You can see Hotch seething.

“I don’t think-“

You’re cut off by Hotch. “You are to leave (Y/N) alone for the rest of this case, Officer Morris.”

His voice is icy. There’s a vein popping in his forehead and his hand is tight on the file. There’s no one else in the room to stop the fight that’s about to break out.

“(Y/N) doesn’t need to date whoever you approve of Hotchner. You’d be stepping out of your boundaries by making that choice.”

Hotch strides over to where you’re standing. He tosses the file onto the desk next to you and grabs your face. Within milliseconds, he’s pulled you into a kiss.

His lips are chapped and you let his tongue enter your mouth you can faintly taste blood. He’s passionate about it. One hand reaches around to the back of your head to keep you in place. There’s more force than necessary, and you feel yourself growing light-headed.

You don’t know how long he’s kissing you for, seconds or minutes, and it doesn’t matter. He’s set a fire inside of you and you find yourself whining when he pulls away. He’s careful to keep you close though.

“If you don’t mind, Officer Morris, (Y/N) and I will be leaving.”

—

Aaron pins one of your legs up against your body with the other wrapping around his waist. Your ankle is behind his head and you feel sweat fall from his brow.

“Why didn’t you tell him off sooner?”

You can’t answer his question with anything but a moan. You arch your back as he continues to pound you. Your body craves him and you feel delirious. The only thing you can think about is the way he’s making you feel.

“I could’ve done more to you in that office, but he doesn’t deserve to see you like that.”

Each thrust of his hips punctuates his statement. You can’t even tell what he’s saying though. The only thing on your mind is him. The way he’s filling you up. The way he feels inside of you. The way that each thrust hits that sweet spot makes you moan.

“A-Aaron!” you cry out.

His lips press harshly against yours. With one final thrust, you come undone. Your fingers grip his bicep tightly as you cum and you feel your legs tremble. You’ve been doing this for hours, and you’ve lost count of how many times that was.

When he pulls away, his face is soft. There’s no more anger or jealousy hidden in his eyes and a smile is slowly spreading across his face.

“You aren’t hurt are you?”

You giggle and shake your head. “Just a little out of practice for this. I’ll be a bit sore later but otherwise fine.”

His next kiss is soft and tender. You relish the fact that you’re spending the night with him.

“Good because when we get back to D.C. I’ll have to show you a different side of this. Perhaps after dinner?”

You let your eyes flutter closed. “I think that sounds like a great idea.”

[trashytoastboi]

Hi Toast :) — Dialing 📞 ☎️ for Sugar Daddy Lucifer please <3 It can be either HCs or scenario! I’m totally okay with either and preferably with She/Her pronouns 🎀 I’ll be waiting if you choose to do this :3

Hi bean! Thank youuu- This was an amazing request to wake up to! I went for headcanons because I felt I could include a bit more of how I see Sugar Daddy Lucifer, also I wrote with female reader in mind but since no pronouns were mentioned it works for gender neutral as well.

3K Permanent Event! Dial A...

Sugar Daddy! Lucifer x Reader

🎶 You had doubts the first time you decided to use this mystery service. An ad popped up for it while you were scrolling through Devilgram. You saw their list of services and some even sounded intriguing. You genuinely didn’t expect someone to answer. There on the other end; was the operator who easily led you through the prompts, and even the listings of people they had. You ended up choosing Lucifer. Honestly you went into this thinking it was going to be a joke, so when he showed up for your date you were surprised. 

🎶 Lucifer’s first impression was a great one. He is courteous, gentlemanly, polite, charming and easily carried the conversation when you stuttered from being overly shy during your first meeting. He waited until you got a little more comfortable before discussing things like your allowance that he’d be giving you. You honestly thought the sugar daddy thing was a joke- it was not. When Lucifer told you the amount he’d be giving you every week you genuinely had to ask if he made a mistake in adding an extra 0 at the end.  

🎶 As if the weekly allowance wasn’t enough he often surprised you with gifts, ranging from expensive things, to paying for your meals or sweet treats whenever you had a craving and telling you to spoil yourself- at his expense and he felt a surge of pride whenever you did. Lucifer often told you he has so much money that he doubts he could spend it all and so even if you wanted expensive things, it barely put a dent in his finances. 

🎶 You’d see him quite often, one thing you could call a condition, which wasn’t at all bad. Lucifer wanted you to go on a date with him, once a week and more if both your schedules would allow. He’d like to take you out to whatever restaurant you wanted to try, sometimes he’d be in the mood to go watch an opera if there was one performing at the theater. Sometimes he’d invite you for something quieter, just the two of you and he’d be the one to make dinner and say it’s to spoil you (He’s very much a softie for his sugar baby and wants to provide in any and every way.) 

🎶 Without fail every time you saw Lucifer he had a new gift for you. He knew your tastes perfectly, sometimes he’d buy you something that he felt you’d look absolutely gorgeous in, other times it was something that you’d been looking at. He truly pays attention to everything you like and encourages you to talk about yourself more. He loves seeing how you light up when talking about the things you like. 

🎶 Lucifer is the avatar of pride, and he takes pride in being able to give you everything beyond your wildest dreams. He wants you to always feel and look your best. Hell, half the time it’s something silly and you’d tell him that you don’t need it but he’d always follow up with the question “Do you want it?” It started with an allowance then evolved into Lucifer telling you he’d handle all your living expenses, after all the money he gives you as an allowance should be for you and the things you want. 

🎶 One thing you came to learn later on in the relationship is that Lucifer is a very affectionate and sensual man (demon). He enjoys your affection, he doesn’t outright ask for it and more hints towards wanting you to initiate it. If you’re the one who holds his hand first or kisses him first, he can feel himself falling deeper and deeper for you. It’s interesting he didn’t realize how lovely you’d be and thought it would be a casual relationship not knowing that the longer he knew you, the more in love he fell. 

🎶 He intentionally made more time for you, working a little harder to clear up time so he could have two dates with you a week instead of one. If he really wasn’t able to get away he’d enjoy just hearing your voice, sometimes when he’s working he’d call you just to hear your voice. Lucifer loves being able to hear you talk about your day, something you did or saw today. It makes him happy. 

🎶 He raised a problem. An issue you’d never think you’d hear someone bring up as an issue but here you are. With Lucifer, who sincerely hopes and pleads that you’d spend more of his money. You’re smart and you don’t squander it, he can appreciate that but he’s asking you to just buy whatever you want without considering the price tag. There’s been too many incidents when he takes you shopping and you shy away from something after seeing the price. (He buys it for you anyway) 

🎶 Out of all your previous partners, Lucifer is the most confident and self assured. Lucifer also taught you that someone can genuinely be confident without being conceited or arrogant. He knows what he wants and it’s attractive to you who really has never seen those qualities in the people you’d previously dated. Maybe that was the appeal of an older man after all.

[or0ch1maru]

Could you write some fluff of my favorite pretty boy deidara? :)

He’s so cutie and I need to see him go on a date and be happy for once

I apologize for my absence loves. It’s been busy and then my health went to shit for a while so I decided to take a break from most of my socials to fully unwind and heal.

But I’m feeling much better and I’m planning on sending out some requests over the next few days. Also, as I’ve mentioned before, I’d love to get some jjk requests in since I recently finished watching the show and would love to add some characters to my write list!

Fluff, deidara x GN reader first date 🫶🏻

•

-the two of you first met when Deidara visited your weaponry shop for a custom order

-the adorable blonde acting stoic but with a hint of pink blush to his cheeks as he ushered out a thanks before leaving

-just like the rest of the akatsuki, he visited monthly for a fresh set of weaponry. Kunai’s, shuriken, sheaths, the usual

-it wasn’t until his fifth time visiting that the words fell from his lips. “Um, want to go dinner sometime?” And of course, you said yes. Giving him a date and time

-the night came, and from hours before, Deidara was in his room, making sure his liner came out nice and nothing was smeared or smudged.

-the same goes for his hair. He brushed it out(multiple times may I add) making sure there were no knots or frizz

-he even annoyed the hell out of poor Sasori. “You sure I look okay?”, “don’t lie to get me to shut up ya know”

-after Sasori, and Itachi’s reassurance. The explosive blonde made his way towards your place. Your address scribbled on a piece of paper in your neat scrawl

-after knocking, he waited patiently, a small bouquet of flowers sitting in his grip.

-Konan was the one to explain that it’s ‘custom’ to bring some sort of small gift, flowers, or even chocolate to a first date

-and coming from a woman, he took her advice seriously. Picking out a beautiful, yet simple flower bouquet. Deidara didn’t want to go over board in case you ended up thinking he was weird, or overwhelming

-his cheeks flushed a bright red when you opened the door. A gentle smile plastered across your face as you gazed up at him. Your hair styled nicely, on top of a casual yet classy outfit

-just like deidara, you didn’t want to go overboard with your clothing. Wanting something comfortable yet stylish, but also sophisticated and casual

-deidara had picked a cozy, family owned restaurant about twenty minutes from your village

-the food was delicious, and filling. The two of you chit chatting about multiple different things. Mostly how it was being a member of the akatsuki and how it was being a blacksmith for rogue ninjas

-as the night wore down, Deidara walked you home. His fingers grazing your hand for most of the walk. It wasn’t until you took the initiative to hold his hand. Yours fitting so perfectly against his

-not minding his mouth hands in the slightest. Bringing you back to the day you two first met and you complimenting them

-“tonight was great, I had fun” deidara would say softly, his voice even but an underlying tone of nervousness was apparent

-despite the two of you having fun on the date, he was scared that you would ghost him, or simply say you weren’t interested in him anymore

-it wasn’t until you stood on your toes, placing a soft peck to his cheek with the words “I’d like to see you again, if that’s okay with you” fell past your lips as you gazed up at him, your two hands holding onto his that he finally relaxed

-“how does next Friday sound?” He asked you kindly, a soft smile etched on his features

-deidara then walked home, a huge smile on his face, one full of pride and happiness as your soft voice echoed in his mind

-“I’d love that, I’ll see you then” repeating over and over in his mind as he approached the compound

-excited to see you once again

[nokay08]

FULL OPINION ABOUT MOOMINVALLEY 4 SPOILERS FOR MOOMINVALLEY SEASON 4 ⚠️⚠️⚠️

THE CHARACTERS:

There were some new characters introduced (like Joxter and Aunt Jane) that I thought were really great, along with others we've seen shine this season (Snork and the Groke), which I’ve been very pleased about. I know some people have complained about Sniff, but I thought he was rather cute, even if a bit annoying.

I particularly loved seeing Moomintroll more mature compared to his season 1 arc, where he would cry to his mamma (lol) and instead actually take charge of "operations." Moominmamma was great as always, and Moominpappa was really funny this season. Snorkmaiden also seemed more mature than at the beginning.

Some characters were definitely more discreet (COUGHCOUGH Snufkin COUGH), but overall, each had their moments.

NEGATIVE POINTS:

As I mentioned, some characters were left out, like Snufkin. I think it's odd that he didn’t get any episodes focused on him, especially since (correct me if I’m wrong) it seems like most characters had their own episode in this final season. It feels like he was barely present, even at times when he could have easily been included (like the Midsummer bonfire).

Another point, which ties into my last, is the weird getting back together of Moomintroll and Snorkmaiden. While I love the pair, we’d already established in previous seasons that this couple was not working out. For example, in the episode where they have their own house, or in the last episode of season 3, where Moomintroll is said not to be Snorkmaiden's soulmate. I love seeing them together as platonic friends, but not as a couple—it feels weird and rushed that they’re back together in a single episode.

And this leads to the final, and maybe most problematic, issue: the Moomintroll and Snufkin dynamic. In previous seasons, their relationship seemed to be gradually leaning toward something more romantic, especially in season 3 with the "Lonely Mountains" arc. Even as someone skeptical of ships, I thought the show was hinting at a romantic pairing. So, for season 4, I had expectations, but we ended up getting less than nothing. While there were some sweet moments, the lack of Snufkin this season makes me feel like they were avoiding any development of that buildup.

I'm genuinely disappointed. Not because Moomin and Snorkmaiden got together—good for them, I guess! ✋😭✋ But it just feels like they completely disregarded the whole Snufmin relationship here. It really sucks that the representation ended up feeling fake, especially from a show with an openly queer creator.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time (looking at you, BBC Sherlock 🫵😡), but it really can't keep happening. I wouldn’t have minded if Snufkin and Moomin weren't hinted at by the show itself, only to give false hope and, I guess, use those hopes for economic reasons.

CONCLUSION:

Okay ! It seems like there’s ton of negative points there but I swear I love that show 😭 It’s just that I feel like queerbaiting is not talked about enough and I hate that it keeps happening even in 2024!

but anyways, the show was great, and kudos to the animation crew for that great looking show 🙌💙

[katsu28]

hello!! could i request ambrosia from the flower prompt list with roy & gn!reader? thank you <3

my first time writing gn!reader, please let me know if i've made any mistakes! <3

ambrosia: a successful love confession, roy kent x gn!reader, 1.2k

Roy Kent was a lot of things. A legendary footballer, a great coach, an even better uncle. 

Being observant? That wasn’t one of his strong suits. For someone so unnervingly wise, you would’ve thought he’d be, but he wasn’t. Case in point, this little back and forth you’d been having with him for the past few months. You were friends, yes, but you wanted to be more. You thought he would’ve picked up what you were putting down by now, but he hadn’t. 

You’d done everything but throw yourself at him, and he still hadn’t gotten the hint. So now, you were on your last resort—telling him flat out that you fancied him. It was the only way to get it through his thick skull. 

You caught him as he was exiting the locker room this time, calling his name as you jogged towards him. 

His eyebrows flew up in surprise when he spotted you and he held a hand up in greeting. “Hey. You alright?” 

“Good. I’m good, everything’s…” 

“Good?” He supplied, arching a dark brow. You nodded stiffly and he suddenly looked amused at whatever was going on with you. “Glad to hear. You, uh—you look really nice today.” 

He did this all the time. Said or did something that made you think that maybe, just maybe, he might have some more than friendship feelings for you—and then he’d avoid you for the rest of the day. Sometimes even two days. And then he’d be right back at it with the compliments. It was a never ending cycle of the same thing, and quite frankly you were getting tired of it. 

You grabbed Roy’s arm, yanking him across the corridor and into the boot room, letting the door slam shut behind you before whirling around to face him. 

“What the fuck?” 

“I’ve had it with you, Roy.” 

Roy opened his mouth to respond but closed it right after, pressing his lips together in thought before speaking. “Is something wrong?” 

“Is something wrong? Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“...No.” You had to hand it to him, he was doing a good job of looking genuinely confused. His brow furrowed even deeper. “Are you okay?” 

“No, I’m not okay.” You huffed. “I’m in love with you, Roy. And I’ve been trying to drop hints and skirt around the topic hoping that you’d pick up on it, but obviously you haven’t.” 

Roy blinked a few times, processing the new information slowly. “You’re fucking joking.” 

“Why would I even joke about something like this?” You asked shakily, pushing down the feeling of shame creeping through you, threatening to crawl up out of your throat in the form of a pitiful cry. 

This was the worst possible way your plan could’ve gone. Roy didn’t feel the same way about you as you did about him, and now things were weird. You’d probably just fucked up your entire friendship with him, all because you couldn’t keep your fucking feelings in check.

Roy’s mildly amused expression immediately morphed into one akin to horror at the realization that you were entirely serious. “Wait, wait, that’s not what I—I didn’t mean it like that. I just—fuck, I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Maybe start with an actual, thoughtful response? S’not like I just bared my soul to you or anything.” 

He was silent for an agonizingly long time before he inhaled a sharp breath. “I just…I never thought someone like you would ever be interested in someone like me.” 

“How could I not? You care about others even if you don’t show it, you’re passionate about what you do, you’re annoyingly fit.” That last part made Roy straighten up a little bit, dark eyes crinkling at the edges in the tiniest of smiles. “I think I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” 

He just blinked at you some more, like he couldn’t bring himself to believe what was happening right now. That was also something you’d learned about him in the time that you’d known him—the time it had taken you to fall in love with him. 

Roy Kent was a rock. Stagnant. Unwavering. He was the team’s rock, and it helped them to become a top tier Premier League team while also providing a supportive environment for these people he called his friends—his family. 

But being a rock wasn’t always a good thing. Sometimes being a rock meant he was only in his own way of change. He was the reason he believed he didn’t deserve anything good in life. 

You were here to prove him wrong, to prove that he deserved happiness. And maybe it was a little presumptuous of you to assume that you could be a source of that happiness, but neither of you would know if you didn’t at least take that chance. 

Roy was never one for many words, so he did the only thing he could think of that would show you his feelings better than his words ever could. 

He kissed you. 

He kissed you like you’d slip from his grasp at any moment, like if he didn’t hold onto you this all might be a dream and he’d wake up wishing it was real. 

“Fucking hell. Didn’t think I’d ever get to do that.” 

“I wish you’d done it sooner.” 

Roy stifled a snort of laughter, giving you a playful squeeze around the waist. “Me too.” 

“So what now?” 

“We’ll figure it out. Together.” He replied, eyes flicking around your face, taking in each and every one of your features like he was trying to commit you to memory. “And don’t you say a fucking word to anyone, Will. You hear me? Nobody.” He growled, not even looking away from you whilst he spoke. 

Your face grew warm with embarrassment even though you couldn’t see where Will was. You hadn’t even known he was in the room in the first place. Guess the talk about Will the kit man knowing everyone’s secrets had some truth to it after all. 

“No, ‘course I won’t.” The poor boy squeaked from somewhere behind Roy, clutching a pair of boots to his chest with wide eyes. “I’ll take it to my grave.” 

“Good.”

“Thank you, Will,” You offered meekly, peeking over Roy’s shoulder with what you hoped was a reassuring smile. 

“No problem. Happy for you two!” With that, Will practically scurried out of the room, leaving the two of you to finally be alone with each other.  

You smacked Roy’s firm chest halfheartedly, squinting up at him. “You’re so mean to him!” 

“Well I can’t have everyone knowing I’m capable of such a successful love confession, now can I?” 

“Successful? This whole thing was a train wreck, Kent.” 

“Kinda sums us up though, doesn’t it? Wasting the past few months we could’ve had with each other because neither of us wanted to fucking do anything about it?” 

“I guess it does. Not anymore though, right? We’re both on the same page about things? About us?” 

“About offing Will if he tells anyone about what he just witnessed?” You smacked his chest a second time. “Yes, we’re on the same page. Now are you gonna let me take you out to dinner tonight or are we gonna waste even more time?”

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[charliedawn04]

Secret Santa :

A Doctor House x Reader story part 2

(A lot of people asked for it. I delivered. 😁)

Dr House had tried to find you again, but you had succeeded in remaining hidden from him ever since your last encounter. He would say he was impressed, if it didn't leave him extremely frustrated. It almost seemed that you had the power to stay invisible. It was you who decided to come to find him at the end, at the request of Dr Cuddy who was tired of Dr House pestering her about you.

Unfortunately, it was a bad time to reappear, as Dr Cuddy had refused Dr House all of his requests to leave work early this week and he rolled his eyes when he saw you.

"Oh great ! Dr Cuddy sent me her domestic poodle to help me. What are you going to do ? Bark at me ? You're not even a real doctor. You're just an extra-cash baby-sitter." He snapped at you. Your smile hurt your cheeks as you tried to hide your annoyance and remain polite.

"Now, Dr House. I won't allow you to insult me. I am a pediatrician. Yes. But, I am also as much a doctor and a human being as you are." You pointed out and Dr House rolled his eyes.

"Oh great. Do I get bonus points if I act like I care ?" He came into your personal space and dared thrust the handle of his cane in your chest. He then leant forward, so close you could actually see the anger in his eyes. "…Or, are you going to run away from me again, miss coward ?

Okay. That was the last straw. You grabbed his cane and tripped him up with it. He seemed shocked for a second before you glared down at him. Your eyes were unforgiving and even though House was no saint, he had to admit your look was rather impressively intimidating.

"I am a certified pediatrician who spent more than 6 years in a shitty medical school to become an underpaid employee at a hospital where the only good doctor is also the hugest douchebag I've ever met in my life...I will NOT let you insult me. Or undermine me. Wanna make yourself useful ? Do your damn job, and stop wasting my time." You seethed. Dr House and his whole team were stunned at your outburst and you knelt before him before telling him what Cuddy had told you. "Also, from now on whenever you’ll have a complaint to make, you'll have to refer to me. Dr Cuddy is extremely busy and she doesn't have the time to speak to you about your 'breaks' or about our little conflict."

Dr. House glared up at you, his expression a mixture of shock and anger. Nobody had ever had the guts to call him out like that before, especially not a 'pediatrician' who was supposed to show him respect and gratitude for the privilege of working with him. You smiled at his wide eyes and dumbfounded expression. You then stood back up before sending a glance towards his trainees who had been smart enough to remain a step away from the obvious tension-filled situation between you and House.

"Careful. There's a step. And it bites." You told them before glaring one last time at Dr House. You then purposefully stepped over him to walk away. He waited until you were out of view before smiling and crawling to get back his cane.

"I like her..." He voiced out loud and the three med-students behind him sighed in unison before Cameron said with a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"Of course you do…"

House looked back at Cameron and his other trainees with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"What ? I do. There's nothing wrong with enjoying a good fight once in a while, isn't there ? You could learn a thing or two from her, too."

His other two students, Chase and Foreman, exchanged a skeptical look between them but didn't comment further on House's statement.

Later that day:

You had heard an earful from Dr Cuddy about the "situation" between you and House. It had ended with a long monolog on the need for a good relationship between co-workers and even though you had no intention to apologize to the man, Dr Cuddy deserved it. She had put up with House for years without losing her cool. You could hold on for a few seconds...You hoped.

You knocked at his door and waited a few minutes before sighing. Obviously not here.

Welp. You tried.

You turned around to leave when the elevator rang and the doors opened to reveal Dr House. You both seemed to be surprised upon seeing each other, but Dr House then looked at the buttons on his right and you didn't need a magic crystal ball to know exactly what he was thinking of doing.

"Don't…" you instructed him, but he only looked back at you with a small smirk before pushing the closing button of the elevator.

"Oops." He said before waving you goodbye, but he didn't expect it when you suddenly darted forward to jump inside the elevator before the doors could close. You panted loudly before glaring up at House who was holding tight on his cane, as if he was expecting you to take it again—which made you feel a little bad.

House and you stood there in silence for a few moments, both panting slightly from the sudden rush of adrenaline. The tension was palpable, and House couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at having successfully tricked you into being alone with him in an elevator.

He raised an eyebrow at your glare, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, well, well. Look who's come back for round two."

You closed your eyes and sighed. You knew you had to swallow your pride this time around…

"I...I wanted to apologize." You uttered when your breathing was back to normal and Dr House seemed surprised. Now, House had been expecting a lot of things that night, but receiving an apology from you was not one of them. He turned towards you to find you staring at him and tilted his head—searching for the reason you would be apologising.

"I would love to gloat, but I'm afraid I have no idea about what part you are apologizing for exactly ?"

You stayed silent for a moment until you clarified.

"I...tripped you. It was neither professional, nor a good way to show good will so..." you took a big breath before repeating your earlier attempt at an apology. "I'm sorry, and it won't happen again."

Dr House seemed to finally realize what you were apologizing for and was about to answer when the doors opened and you noticed you were both still on the same floor. You sighed when Dr House walked past you to get to his office. You followed him and he let the door open for you to enter his office. He walked a straight line to the coffee machine and while he was making it work, you gave a quick glance around. No pictures. No portraits. Only medical books and other studies or old TV shows on the subject.

You couldn't help it and quickly made a psychological profile.

Hermit by the way he was snapping at his own co-workers. Workaholic with his impressive collection of works on the medical field. Detached, as he made sure not to bring two cups for the coffee he was making, probably because he didn't have one—or didn't see you as important enough to get you the other one he owned. No current relationship by the cruel lack of any personal belonging other than his cane and mug.

"Don't apologize for something I liked." He finally replied while his eyes slightly creased in amusement. He was still still near the coffee machine—struggling to get it working. Your eyes widened as you tilted your head quizzically at him.

"...What ?"

House grunted in frustration as he continued to fiddle with the coffee machine, trying to get it to work. He knew it was a battle he was losing, but he refused to give up.

"What ?" he repeated. "What isn't clear about 'don't apologize for something I liked' ? I enjoyed our previous encounter as much as you did, if not more. You made my day more entertaining than it usually is."

You frowned in incomprehension and House noticed. He sighed and sat down in front of you.

"Look at me. What do you see ?" You arched an eyebrow, but still did as he asked and gave him a good once over.

"A very infuriating overconfident man with a lot of personal issues." You told him frankly, but it didn't make Dr House any less happy about it. He liked frankness.

"You don't see a cripple." He finally told you and his answer made your eyes grow wide in surprise and he must have seen the confusion in your eyes as he clarified.

"When you tripped me, you didn't think about the fact that I was a crippled and feeble old man. You thought 'let's put that bastard back into his place'. This is why I'm not upset." He then seemed to think about something else before adding with a light teasing smirk. "Also, I like when women put me in my place. If you ever find the urge to 'sweep me off my feet' again ? Don't hesitate."

He winked cheekily at you and somehow, a grateful smile drew on your face. You thought you had somehow succeeded in finding a deeper side to Dr House, but he had to bury it under sarcasm and very bad flirting to deflect it. You rolled your eyes and stepped out, but a smile still appeared on your face when you were sure he couldn't see you. He was an arsehole. But, he was also a good guy it seemed...

House leaned back in his chair, looking very pleased with himself. He couldn't help the small glimmer of self-satisfaction that crept into his expression as he watched you turn to leave. He had a feeling this 'apologetic' visit would not be the last time you and he would cross paths.

He took a sip of his coffee, wincing as he swallowed—the machine had managed to brew it so weak, it was almost like hot water. House sighed and reached for his cane, knowing that he had a long night of pain and case files ahead of him.

A few days later :

Yeah...No.

Scratch that.

Dr House was every bit the annoying smarty-pants know-it-all you had made him out to be.

You had found a way to stay away from Dr House at lunch and it involved volunteering to the children's aisle for story time. He wasn't comfortable around people—and especially children. You had to see him wait for you at the door and bit down on your lower lip in order not to burst out laughing as he was standing there, obviously waiting for you to finish so he could complain to you about his after-hours and ruin your lunchtime.

Until one day…

"Miss Y/N ! Who's that ?!", one of the children asked you and you were about to answer that he was a doctor, but quickly reconsidered. You then had an idea as you saw multiple of the kids staring back at House. They seemed to be in a staring contest, until Dr House stuck out his tongue at them and some laughed. He then turned away and pretended to be occupied with a medical article he had surely found in the waiting room. You leant forward to answer the child with a small mischievous smile.

"This is Dr Hugs. And he LOVES hugs, isn't that right, honey ?!" Dr House who hadn't followed the conversation hummed absent-mindedly—unaware of the multiple pairs of curious and sparkling eyes on him now. The time he had caught up with your words, it was too late.

"Wait...No. Nononono !" He tried to protest, but he was suddenly surrounded by a dozen of children, holding onto him while giggling and who eventually made him fall backwards under their weight. You sighed and stood up to leave, letting Dr House at the mercy of the children. He raised a hand above the swarming form of little hands and arms to reach out to you.

"Dr Y/N ! Get back here this instant !" You pretended not to hear him and laughed before making your way to the coffee room.

"Thank you so much for replacing me during my coffee break, House !"

"Y/N !" He shouted one last time, but you closed the door behind you.

House growled as he sat on the floor, surrounded by dozens of children who had latched onto him with their chubby little hands. If hell had a feeling…that was it for House. He struggled against the weight of their bodies, trying desperately to fight his way out from underneath them without hurting them. One cheeky little kid had even climbed onto his back, making it nearly impossible for House to move…He had to fight to free himself and escape.

5 minutes later :

Dr House slammed the door of the coffee room with such force, he startled everyone in the coffee room but you. He was quite a sight to see with his hair disheveled, clothes in a disarray from the gripping and grabbing of little hands and his eyes screaming bloody murder as they finally settled on you. You had never seen anyone trudge so fast with a cane before and when he stood before you, you raised your eyes innocently at him with a small smile.

"What's the matter, House ? Did the little ones cause you trouble ?" You took another bite of your sandwich and it tasted a thousand times better now that you knew Dr House would never come to your work space again.

However, you didn't think he would be so mad as to slap the sandwich off your hands. You momentarily mourned your beloved sandwich, but quickly returned to the furious doctor above you. He suddenly leaned forward and his eyes stared at you with such intensity, you could hear his teeth clench in frustration.

"You. Are. Insufferable." He spelled each word carefully, as if they would make any more of an impact on you if uttered slowly. He then grabbed your arm and your chest made contact with his sturdy one as he pulled you up.

"If it's a war you want, I'll make sure to make your life hell." Your smile faltered slightly at the way his eyes were so wide, you could actually see each careful streak of his pupils. He was dead serious, and you wondered for a second if you had gone too far ?

"Listen, I..." You tried to tell him—but he interrupted you.

"Don't. Don't apologize when you don't mean it. Lying makes you look ugly." He then left without another word and you knew you should have felt bad about torturing him, but you couldn't help it. It was just too tempting. You bit your lower lip in order not to laugh as you spotted a colorful drawing of a flower at the back of Dr House's neck. You knew that the nice thing to do would be to tell him, but you had never pretended to be nice. Instead, you only sighed and picked up your half-eaten sandwich to drop it in the trash.

House stalked back to his office, muttering under his breath about the insufferable woman who had dared to leave him in that hell room. He felt utterly humiliated and pissed off—a combination that was never a good thing. He sat down in his chair with a thump, still muttering to himself. As he did, he noticed a strange feeling on his neck. He reached back and found a piece of paper stuck to his skin.

He pulled it off and his eyes widened as he saw the colorful drawing of a flower. He immediately recognized it as a drawing made by one of those devilish little children who had pounced on him in the pediatric waiting room.

House's face darkened in anger as he thought about you and your role in this whole disaster. He crumbled the paper in his hand and leaned back in his chair, trying to calm down. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation. He was a brilliant doctor, a legend in his field—and he had been brought down by a couple of kids and their i sufferable caretaker.

He crumbled the piece of paper in his hand.

This. Was. War…

A few days later :

It was almost strange. You had received no complaints about House for days now and when it was usually you who tended to avoid him, it seemed he had put in the extra effort this time. You hadn’t heard a squeak from him—not even to ask for more days off. It was…quiet. Too quiet.

Dr House was in your teaching room—the one you used to talk to the children or teachers cane to give them lessons.

He had a thousand of paper planes and you already knew what he was planning. You sighed.

House grinned as he carefully folded more paper planes, his fingers working expertly to create the perfect aircraft. He had spent hours cutting out colorful pieces of paper and meticulously working them into the perfect shape, and now he had a veritable army at his disposal.

When he glanced up to see you enter the room, that mischievous gleam was back in his eyes. "Ah, Y/N. Just the person I was hoping to see."

You glared at him warningly

"This is my work place, House."

House chuckled as he finished folding a paper plane and began testing its flight stability. "Ah, but Y/N," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mock sadness. "I was just looking for some company. Surely you wouldn't deprive a cripple of some much-needed human interaction, would you ?"

You were about to reply when the children came in for their lesson of the day.

As the children entered the room, their eyes widened in surprise and excitement at the sight of the paper airplanes. They immediately ran towards them, snatching them up and launching them into the air.

House watched on with a smirk, clearly pleased with his impromptu distraction. He turned to you, his eyes mischievous and his face betraying his triumph.

You glared at him once more.

"You…"

House grinned back at you, his expression smug and victorious. "What's the matter, Y/N ? Are you upset that I managed to bring a touch of fun to your boring lesson ?"

As the children continued to chase each other around the room, launching paper airplanes and screeching in excitement, House leaned back in his chair and chuckled.

You turned around to write sentences on the board, but you then felt a paper plane land against your back. You immediately turned back towards Dr. House.

He sat there with a look of casual nonchalance, but his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement.

"What ?" he said, feigning innocence. "You didn’t think I would simply sit by and watch without participating in the fun, did you ?"

You rolled your eyes before looking at the children.

"Come on, children. The lesson is starting now. You will be able to play later."

The children groaned in disappointment but reluctantly put their paper planes back onto the table before taking their places around it to start the lesson.

House sat there with a smug expression, clearly relishing in his little victory. He knew he had managed to disrupt your lesson, even if only for a few minutes.

You turned towards the children.

"So…today we will start with each of you telling me how you are feeling."

The children perked up at this, happy to engage in the activity.

One child spoke up eagerly. "I feel happy."

Another child raised their hand. "I feel excited."

And so it went for a few minutes, with each child taking a turn to share their emotions. However, as the last kid was speaking, House suddenly interjected.

"What about boredom, though ?" he asked, looking directly at you. "Surely someone must feel bored."

You shot him a sharp look, but a few children nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I’m bored," a little girl said.

"Me too," another child chimed in.

You sighed, frustrated at House’s constant attempts to derail your lesson.

"How about we play a game. You will each have a card with an emotion on it. And you will have to play that emotion to your neighbour. Without showing him or her your card, got it ?"

The children nodded eagerly at this, excited to try a new game. You handed each child a card with an emotion on it—there were joy, sadness, anger, disgust, fear, and surprise. Once everyone had their cards, you gestured for them to begin.

As the children began playing their emotions, their faces twisted into exaggerated expressions that brought laughter to the room. However, House, who had been watching the game with a critical eye, suddenly stood up and interjected.

"This game is utterly meaningless," he said. "What's the point of expressing emotions if they're not genuine? These cards are nothing more than a surface-level representation of real emotion. It's like trying to capture the essence of a person by looking at their social media profile."

You glared at him.

"It is an exercise, House. Those kids need to have a laugh and express themselves. Now sit down and zip it."

House grumbled but reluctantly returned to his seat, muttering under his breath about 'ridiculous games' and 'waste of time'. However, the children had not noticed his interruption and continued to play the game, laughter filling the room once more.

You smiled until Dr. House decided to make his presence known once more…

"MISS ! MISS ! QUESTION !" Dr House raised his hand like a child and you held back from rolling your eyes

"Yes, House." You replied—restraining a heavy sigh.

"HUM...I WANT TO GO POTTY, COULD YOU PLEASE HELP ME ?!"

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in disbelief.

"You're a big boy, House...I think you know how to find the bathroom on your own."

He exaggerated a pout.

"But…I need urgent assistance."

You rolled your eyes and couldn't help the smirk that spread across your face. House was clearly up to something.

"What kind of assistance ?" you asked, trying to hold back a chuckle. "Do you need me to hold your hand and aim for you ?"

House looked at you with mock outrage. "I'll have you know that I have excellent aim," he said, feigning a wounded look. "And I don't need your hand-holding, though I suppose I could use an escort to make sure I don't end up in the ladies' room."

The children snickered at the exchange between you and House, clearly entertained by the shenanigans.

You shook your head, trying to keep a dignified expression. "Very well, House," you said, pretending to be serious. "I will escort you to the restroom. Just try not to cause any mischief on the way."

House grinned victoriously as he stood up, leaning heavily on his cane. The children giggled at the sight of the grumpy doctor being escorted to the bathroom.

You looked back at the children.

"Keep playing and then, we’ll have a drawing session."

The children nodded and returned to their game.

You led House to the restroom, taking care to support him with your shoulder. He limped heavily on his cane, though you sensed his exaggerated limp was likely for show.

House feigned innocence as he hobbled along beside you, his cane clacking on the floor.

"I simply needed your assistance, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with mock sincerity. "You should be honored to be the one chosen for such a sacred task."

The children couldn't hold back their giggles, watching the scene unfold before them.

As you reached the restroom and helped House inside, you rolled your eyes once more. "Oh how gracious of me to be honored with this privilege," you said sarcastically. "Now hurry up and do your business, House."

You waited outside, leaning against the wall, trying to contain your annoyance and amusement.

Several minutes went by and you started to get impatient. "House, are you okay in there ?" you called out, wondering what on earth he was doing in there. Was he really just using the restroom or was he up to something again ?

"Almost ready," House called back through the door, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Just a minute."

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened and House reappeared, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He gestured for you to follow him. "Come on, Y/N. I need a hand with something."

You glared at him warningly.

"House…"

"Don't worry, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. "This isn't a prank, I promise. I just need some help with my leg. It's been bothering me more than usual today."

You raised an eyebrow, unable to tell if he was being genuine or not. Knowing House, it was just another way to make fun of you. You started walking away.

As you turned to leave, House suddenly winced and let out a cry of pain. He stumbled, his cane clattering to the ground as he clutched his leg.

"Y/N, please—" he gasped, wincing from the pain. "I really need your help. I'm not faking it this time."

You looked back at him, torn between your skepticism and your sense of obligation to help. Maybe it was a genuine pain, or maybe it was just another one of House's tricks. But either way, you couldn't just leave him there, could you ?

You sighed and got back to him, kneeling beside him.

"Okay okay…Show me."

House let out a groan as he pointed to his left thigh. "It's just throbbing," he said through gritted teeth. "I think it's because I pushed myself too hard today."

You gently ran your fingers over his leg, feeling for any signs of swelling or discomfort. As you did, you couldn't help but notice the way House stiffened at your touch. It was a small but noticeable reaction that seemed to betray a hint of vulnerability beneath his usual gruff exterior.

You started stroking the area and sighed.

"Do you take medication ?"

Dr. House gritted his teeth, clearly trying to hide his pain. "Yes, I do, but it's not enough sometimes," he admitted. "The painkillers help, but they don't completely take away the pain."

"And no," he added, anticipating the next question. "I'm not addicted to vicodin."

You frowned at him.

"I…wasn’t gonna say that."

You blinked twice.

"Are you ?"

House looked at you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"No," he snapped. "I may be in pain, but I'm not some junkie looking for his next fix. I take what I need to function, but no more than that."

He pushed you away, clearly irritated by your question.

"I don’t see why it matters anyway."

You frowned.

"It matters cause those things ain’t always good. Side effects and whatnot…"

Dr. House rolled his eyes.

"Spare me the lecture," he grumbled. "I know all about the side effects of the painkillers. I've been dealing with them for years. But the thing is, the pain is worse without them. So I have to make a choice - deal with the pills and their side effects or deal with unbearable pain every single day."

You sighed before sitting down next to him against the wall.

"…What happened ? To your leg…"

House looked at you for a moment, contemplating whether or not he wanted to share the story. Finally, he relented.

"I had an accident a few years back," he said, his voice soft. "I was hit by a car while I was riding my bike. My leg was shattered and they had to do several surgeries to try to put it back together."

He winced at the memory, the pain and the trauma still fresh in his mind. You hummed and lolled your head to look at him.

"…Just between us. I ain’t got nothing against cripples. I know how my first reaction might have been misleading but…"

House raised an eyebrow at you, surprised by your sudden show of kindness.

"No insults about my cane ? About my limp ?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Color me surprised, Y/N. What happened to the girl who loved to torture me ?"

You grinned.

"She took a walk."

House smirked back, appreciating your quip.

"A walk ?" he asked, his voice layered with sarcasm. "You took a walk and now you're suddenly a saint ? Miracles do happen.”

He leaned back against the wall, his expression softening a bit. "Look, Y/N. I may be crippled, but that doesn't mean I want pity. I'm the same old House, no matter what my leg looks like."

You scoffed.

"Yeah. Arrogant. Grumpy. Pain in the ass…I know."

House grinned at your remark, appreciating your honesty. "You forgot brilliant, genius, and the best damn doctor this hospital has ever seen."

He stretched his leg out slightly, wincing at the pain. "But you're right about the arrogant and grumpy part, I guess."

You grinned and chuckled.

"…Nah. If anything I’d attack you on your age."

House scoffed at your joke, his ego clearly touched by the comment.

"Oh please, Y/N," he said, rolling his eyes. "You think my age matters ? I'm like a fine wine, baby. I only get better with age."

He struck a cocky pose, clearly enjoying the banter. "I've got decades of experience under my belt, and I can still run circles around any of those young whippersnappers."

You rolled her eyes and closed your eyes as you leant your head back against the wall.

"…Run. Right."

House chuckled, knowing fully well the irony of his comment.

"Okay, okay," he said. "Maybe not 'run'. More like limp, hobble, or possibly even crawl."

He let out a deep breath, his cocky facade slipping slightly.

"But the point is, I may be older, but I've got the brains and the wisdom to make up for it."

You grinned.

"You got smarts. Yeah. But wisdom ?"

House raised an eyebrow at your skepticism.

"Of course I have wisdom," he said, his voice tinged with indignation. "I've seen and experienced more than most people will ever see in their entire lives."

He gestured to himself, emphasizing his age and his position as a doctor. "I've been a doctor for decades, Y/N. I've treated patients, made life-saving diagnoses, and solved some of the most complex medical mysteries this hospital has ever seen."

You tilted your head to look at him.

"And yet…You still aren’t satisfied."

House's expression darkened slightly, recognizing the truth in your statement. He sat in silence for a moment, contemplating whether or not to delve deeper.

"You're right," he finally said, his voice husky. "Despite all the successes and accomplishments, there's still something missing. It's like a void within me that can't be filled."

He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders dropping as he spoke. "I don't know what it is. Maybe it's fame, wealth…or just the thrill of solving puzzles."

You hummed and House chuckled bitterly.

"But maybe the problem is me, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. "Maybe it's in the nature of my character to never really be satisfied. Perhaps I'm always chasing after the next big thing, the next challenge, without ever stopping to appreciate what I have."

He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration and uncertainty palpable.

"You have a child ? Some say that you get satisfaction out of that…" You suddenly asked. It took a moment for you to realise that he probably didn’t. "Right…Stupid question."

House chuckled grimly, grateful for the distraction from his dark thoughts.

"No, no children," he said, his voice tinged with a bittersweet note. "No wife either. Can you see me as a family man, Y/N ? Settling down with a cute little house and a white picket fence ?”

You shrugged.

"Maybe. Some really mean bastards got themselves a woman…Everything’s possible."

House laughed at your remark.

"You’re not wrong," he said, a spark of amusement in his eyes. "Some real bastards do manage to find love and settle down."

He gestured to himself. "But me, I'm a different breed. I'm not made for that whole family-life thing. My relationships are like my patients—transient."

"Weren’t you and Cameron a thing at some point ? Or you and Cuddy ?" You asked.

House rolled his eyes, remembering his past romantic entanglements.

"Cameron…we had a fling. It was short-lived and ultimately pointless." he said, his expression hinting at a hint of regret. "And Cuddy — that was an on-again, off-again disaster. Our relationship was like a rollercoaster with more lows than highs."

He shrugged, his expression guarded. "What can I say ? I'm not good at relationships."

You grinned.

"Shocker. Who wouldn’t like that prickly personality of yours ?"

House glared at you, his grumpy exterior momentarily revealing a hint of amusement.

"Oh, please," he retorted. "My prickly personality is just part of my charm. People love a challenge, right ?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly not deterred by your teasing. "Besides, who needs relationships and all that messy emotional stuff when I've got puzzles and medical mysteries to solve ? That's where the real fun is."

You nodded before standing up.

"Guess so. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got the children to go back too. My patients."

House stood up too, leaning on his cane for support.

"Don’t let me keep you," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. "Those little brats must be missing their arts and crafts session by now."

He started walking away, but not before turning back and giving you a smug grin. "See you around, Y/N."

You looked at him and your eyes lowered to his leg. You knew you shouldn’t say anything but…

"Your leg…Is it any better ?"

House grinned, clearly enjoying your concern, albeit reluctantly.

"Better ? Better ?" he mocked, feigning a dramatic limp as he walked away. "Oh yes, Y/N. I'm cured. Why, I can already see myself doing the Macarena and running marathons."

Despite his sarcastic tone, there was a hint of amusement and perhaps even a flicker of vulnerability beneath the facade. In his own way, House appreciated your concern.

And to both your surprises, you laughed.

House froze in his tracks, his surprise evident on his face as you burst into laughter.

"Did you just laugh ?" he said, sounding genuinely taken aback. "Did a genuine laugh just escape your lips ? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you're the one who needs a CT scan."

You couldn’t stop as you doubled with laughter as the image of a Dr. House doing the Macarena kept repeating in your mind. House's surprise quickly turned into annoyance as you continued to laugh uncontrollably.

"Oh, very funny," he retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You know, I try to be serious and show a moment of vulnerability, and all you can do is burst into laughter at the thought of me dancing the Macarena."

He rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement lurking beneath his grumpy exterior. You stopped laughing and shook your head.

"I would pay good money to see you dance. Any dance actually…"

House looked at you, torn between irritation and amusement.

"Oh, I bet you would," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Just so you could have a good laugh at my expense. But you'd be sorely disappointed. I'm not known for my dance skills."

He gestured to his cane and his hobbling stride. "Unless you count a pain-filled limp as a dance move."

You smiled.

"Heck. I’d indeed pay to be a witness of that."

Dr. House grinned at you and arched an eyebrow at you.

"Fine. But, I warn you. My services aren’t cheap. I charge $200 for a dance with the cane, $300 and I’ll bring out the wheelchair."

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the ridiculously exaggerated prices.

"Two hundred for a cane dance and three hundred for a wheelchair performance ? You're clearly overestimating your performance skills, Dr. House," you replied, your tone tinged with amusement. "But considering your medical expertise and my appreciation for entertainment, I might be tempted. Just name the time and place."

Dr House huffed.

"As long as you pay me ? I’d dance in a room full of interns…"

Your eyes widened and sparkled as a wicked idea bloomed in your head.

"Christmas party. In two weeks."

House raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your suggestion.

"Ah, the annual Christmas party, huh ?" he said, a sly grin on his face. "Crowded room, full of uptight staff members and their painfully forced holiday cheer. Sounds like the perfect environment for a little humiliation if you ask me."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the idea. "You've got yourself a deal, Y/N. Just make sure you bring your wallet. Payment upfront, of course."

Your grin widened.

"You got yourself a deal, House."

House nodded, his own grin mirroring yours.

"Excellent," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'll start planning my performance. The cane, the wheelchair…maybe a cane-dance-wheelchair combination ?"

He chuckled, clearly relishing the thought of his impending performance. "And don’t worry, I'm already counting on that payment. I want all those crisp bills in my pocket before I start dancing."

You chuckled and extended your hand forward.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Dr. House."

House extended his own hand and shook yours firmly.

"Likewise, Y/N," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "It's not often someone is willing to shell out serious cash just to see me make a fool of myself. Maybe there's a bit of sadism lurking behind that innocent smile of yours."

You winked playfully at him.

"Just your humiliation and pain can bring me pleasure, House."

House laughed, clearly enjoying the banter.

"I should’ve known," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You find joy in my suffering. Well, get ready, Y/N. In two weeks, you’ll have your fill of laughter at my expense. Just don’t forget to bring your wallet. I’ll make sure to give you a performance worth every single penny."

You smirked.

"You better not disappoint me, House."

House raised an eyebrow at your sly remark.

"Disappoint you ? Me ?" he exclaimed, feigning offense. "I’ll have you know, Y/N, that I always deliver on my promises. In two weeks, you’ll witness a performance that will go down in the history books. Your cheeks will hurt from laughter, and your wallet will be considerably lighter. Don’t you dare doubt my abilities."

You nodded in agreement before turning around to leave.

"Two weeks, House ! Two weeks !" You reminded him.

"Two weeks, Y/N," he agreed, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I’ll start practicing my moves. It’ll be a Christmas party no one will forget."

You both smiled to yourselves as you walked away.