#if you can't be honest about what you want...then you're lying to that person and using them to achieve satisfaction without their consent

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fake dating your childhood best friend (and person you've been in love with for just as long) gojo was as terrible and amazing as you thought it would be.

terrible because in private he still see's you as his best friend and plots on how to get with the girl of his dreams while trying to figure out how you and geto can become a pair.

it's awful. there's no sugar coating the emotional turmoil you're going through.

but in public? it's perfect.

when the two of you are out with friends gojo always makes sure to have one hand on you at all times. either on your knee, around your shoulder or waist, playing with the hem of your shirt. he plants soft kisses to your cheek or forehead when he thinks you can't see, pinches your nose in a loving manner.

other times when you're all hanging out gojo tells animated stories from over the years, sharing experiences you had totally forgotten and didn't realize he remembered. he played the part of a doting and loving boyfriend, you'd give him that much.

everybody cooes and says how perfect the two of you look together. gojo smiles, saying that he only looks perfect because you look perfect.

but you could see the longing glances he gave to suki, the way he'd watch her when he was so sure nobody else was looking. you could feel a bit of your heart sink, knowing that at the end of the day, you're the only one hurting yourself by lying to everybody around you, including gojo.

mind-fucking torture this is.

but sometimes, in brief moments, it feels like even he forgets what this is all for.

like that one time when you were telling him in private about your dating history, or lack thereof, you could've sworn he almost hadn't heard you properly with the look of utter shock at the confession.

okay, so yeah, maybe he does have a right to be a little shocked. it's not like you had been totally honest about this either, but who could blame you? when you were a teen gojo and geto were off on dates and flings and you felt left out, feeling the need to make up some white lies about going on little coffee dates or whatever. nothing big, nothing crazy. just so that they wouldn't think you were a total loser.

but over the years, you just never told him the truth, seeing no need. you were in college now, with no time to date, regardless. and sure, this confession slipped when you were insanely tired and needed something to fill the silence of the drive back home.

"what do you mean you've never been on a date? you've been o-on countless dates? like - like that one with the guy and his weird beard? or...or talkative tom?" he spews, bewildered, looking at you briefly before looking back to the road, his hand shifting on the steering wheel.

you scoff, rolling your eyes.

"not countless dates, just," you shrug, a little embarrassed, feeling heat climb to your cheeks for even bringing up this mortifying detail., feeling even worse knowing that you couldn't even blame this blunder on being drunk, you were just talkative, "when we were younger you and suguru were always going out 'n i felt...weird, i don't know," you stammer, shifting awkwardly in your seat as you confess.

"weird?" the word nearly sounds like a laugh and gasp in one, and your cheeks burn even more.

god, it would hurt less mentally if a wormhole opening up and ate you.

you smack his arm, your head falling into your hands as street lamps illuminated the side of your face as you begin rocking backwards in regret and shame. in moments like this you remembered how much of a nuisance he could really be, a little gnat in your ear.

gojo looks at you again, turning the street corner as he sighs, shaking his head.

he never wanted you to feel weird around him.

"i only made up those two, two, dates 'toru," you mutter, groaning out loud as your head thumped back on the headrest, the familiar row of homes coming into your line of vision as you prayed for this to end faster, "and you remembered both of them. that's not my fault."

gojo snorts, raising his hand as he shoves your head lightly.

"i remember everything you say," he says playfully, "the good, the bad and the ugly," he remarks, the car slowing down as he nears your house.

you look out the window, nearly ready to jump out as your hands fumble with the seatbelt. you're sure you've done enough damage for the week, probably even the month, but gojo doesn't seem to mind. in fact, you feel the warmth of his hand engulfing yours, stopping you from undoing your seatbelt and bolting.

you glance over at him, ready to smack his hand away, but the teasing look on his face has simmered a bit. simmered enough to remind you just how ridiculously good-looking he is with his bright eyes and rosy cheeks.

"look...i can't, in good conscious, be letting you walk around surviving on fake date stories," he says, putting a hand across his chest as if he were taking a vow.

isn't this just one big fake dating story? you almost say out loud.

"it's not 'gonna kill you," you tell him, maybe a little too harshly, "not like it's gonna kill me," you mutter the last part under your breath, looking away from his intense stare.

he purses his lip in annoyance, flicking your forehead as you groan in pain.

gojo pauses, taking a breath before he continues. your brow raises in curiosity.

"i'll pick you up tomorrow for a real date," he finally tells you.

there's another pause, your eyes searching his for the punchline. you give up after a few seconds of taking in his determined gaze, rolling your eyes as you unlock the passenger door, gathering your bag and things as you almost step out if not for him tugging you back in.

"i'm serious," gojo says, "six o' clock, wear something nice."

your brows furrow again.

"but," you laugh, startled, "but...we're not seeing anybody tomorrow? there's no need for a fake date if nobody can't see?"

gojo smiles, shrugging as his thumb rubs absentmindedly up and down your wrist.

"so?"

you look at him, waiting for him to finish that sentence.

"soooo," he drawls out, "so what? if my best friend hasn't been on a proper date, then i think it's only right i fix that. it's in my duties as the best friend and her new fake boyfriend."

there it is again.

you shake your head, and he can tell you're getting ready to come up with a reason as to why you can't go but he shushes you, shaking his head defiantly.

"done deal. six o' clock."

you stare at him.

"fine," he pretends to be annoyed, "i'll bring you something nice to wear too, i guess."

he's teasing you, not knowing that this was all you've ever wanted since you were a kid. fake or not, you try not to let reality slice your heart and serve it for tomorrow night's dinner.

try not to let the fact that fake dating gojo means that he's going to take you out, real or not.

[kalims]

he's a ten but he...

premise. sometimes certain bad habits of theirs make their overall rating just a tad bit lower—besides the fact that they keep doing it.

characters. dorm leaders

content. gender neutral reader

malleus (doesn't have a sense of space)

"look beastie, that flower is a native of ours,"

"I agree mal, but I didn't think you taking up the entirety of my seat will make me see it better,"

he blinks, then shrugs.

like i said, has NO sense of space.

if an average person would make an excuse to constantly be in physical contact with who they admire, then malleus is the complete opposite. well, not entirely but he doesn't even bother to construct an explanation as to why he's literally sat over your seat when you coincidentally get put in a table together.

if you start questioning him about it the most you'll get in a very outright 'because he wanted to.' it's not even one of those sarcastic replies he's 100% serious!

cause he believes there's no use in lying about things to be honest.. to further emphasize that, if he ever acts like he does hold fondness for you that surpasses the platonic meter but doesn't mention it he probably hasn't realized yet.

if he did he'd already walk over and bluntly tell you about it.

(I wish I could be that unbothered.)

lilia thinks it's the cutest thing though. you swear you see flashes of light for a split second from the ceiling but when you look up there's only a suspicious swinging chandelier.

^ totally has his own album full of pictures.

if malleus ever discovers it he won't even be disturbed, probably would ask for a copy 💯

since human lives, and their bodies are so fragile he'd taken it upon himself to protect you from harm. even if it means trailing behind you everywhere way too close for comfort, or standing a bees wing away.

while he is respectful most of the time, he's encouraged if you don't comment. if anything, he seems pleased you dont seem to be bothered! (and it'll get harder to tell him to stop when he's so happy the more you let it happen..)

"child of man, have you slept?"

*starts leaning his body forward, to squint at your eyes.* practically right in front of your face.

"WTF."

not even a warning or anything! but atleast he's concerned?

idia (won't even show up for anything and insists a 'virtual' date is better.')

user: where tf r u??

ghoul666: WDYM? at the dorm?

user: IVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR 20 MINUTES

unintentionally stood you up 💀

you literally have to tell him that you're waiting for him to arrive at the specified area you discussed where your date would take place but would end up vastly irritated when he questions if you guys even did.

ghoul666: we do??

user: I'm taking my minecraft bed away from urs.

ghoul666: NO PLS

ghoul666: HELLO????

next time you log in minecraft it's probably because he begged you to play, you WILL end up seeing some kind of structure that probably took days to make. that's not even the entire thing cause the inside is entirely decorated to your taste.

in short: he constructed some kind of venue for a wedding.. even changed his skin to wear a tuxedo 😭

though he has sparked your pettiness, hence the ignoring him period. even you have got to admit that it's freaking adorable...

big sign, emphasis on please: Im sorry pls put ur minecraft bed back I can't sleep w/o u and I have to wait entire days for it to turn into morning :(

with what he's built you're sure it's 65% true.

if you do end up forgiving him, few weeks later attempting to schedule another date will only end up in naught.

ghoul666: can we not go there

user: 😐

user: you are testing my patience love

ghoul666: 😓 (he is screeching about the term of endearment part btw KABSJAJSAJA ortho would enter his room very concerned.)

ghoul666: how abt

ghoul666: mimic together? call

user: sighs

user: I'm only agreeing cause I want to spend time with you

queue more screeching from his end that you're completely oblivious to.

the only screeching you're gonna hear though is when you guys do get into call as you play, and it's mainly out of terror when his soul gets sent to the void ascending when the entity pops out of a corner and starts chasing him.

"I GOT THIS. ILL CARRY U THIS IS FINE" *screams again* but really wants to impress you so he pushes through.

unsurprisingly does carry you.

asks to match avatars right after (idia love languange)

vil (frets over you way too much.)

"vil, did you see the chocolate in the freezer?"

"oh, that? I noticed that you've already gone through the ideal number of bars this week so I took it upon myself to make sure you don't go sick on me,"

"I love you but please give it back—"

"I love you too, and no."

disclaimer: he does this for your own good 😜 (average mom excuse.)

looks out for you more than he does for his own dorm residents. everyone is wondering where he ran off to after class, especially since he's the one that scheduled the pomefiore meeting every fridays!

and to think he was the one getting irritated over the more newer first years for being late..

*shows up literally half an hour in*

why you ask? you simply shouldn't have texted him about abandoning your daily walk together through the gardens in favor of catching sleep since you called in sick (you're suspicious if crewel really did go in to check for proof, and not concern.)

vil's really feeling the absolute regret of not checking his phone during classes.. well, he only saw the message which was coincidentally sent like somehow ONE minute after the lecture started and he's only seeing it 59 minutes later.

oh you poor thing!! though the lunch break is short, he has about 5 minutes for a trip to the mirror chamber..

you'd think the 'seen' icon below your message was a weird omen for something you're not sure but it must be doom cause vil is right at the front porch of your crappy dorm. at his own expense?! looking more disheveled than you've seen him before.

if a few stray hairs was disheveled at all. more importantly, he still looked drop dead gorgeous!

you probably looked quite terrible with the blanket draped around your shoulders looking like you just crawled out of your grave, because he looked absolutely mortified at your state.

"oh great sevens.." he looked like he was faint, huffing and fanning himself with his hand. "look at you, why didn't you tell me sooner, darling?"

you blink, swallowing to make your throat less dry but your voice still comes out raspy. "I did, like an hour ago—" without your invitation whatsoever, he steps in. promptly shutting the door behind him (which surprisingly still stands sturdy.)

vil takes a hold of your shoulders before reaching his hands upwards to tilt your face around. "you should have sent earlier," he says. you keep in the comment that you were sleeping during it, and you told him about it during second period so.. "your face is so pale."

you sigh.

"yeah, I just saw. I know, I look hideous right now."

vil frowns at you, stopping to angle your face at him. "don't ever say that. I always find you beautiful even if you are.." he glances at you from face to toe, then back up. "sickly."

"... I feel offended."

"hmph, shush now. let me draw you a bath then I know something that will boost your system."

after much coaxing in his end, you reluctantly take a warm bath in the hopefully hygienic bathroom. true to his word, vil did... concoct something. though it looked pretty the random steam that flew from it was really suspicious.

the residents don't dare to question, except rook of course. who already knew what transpired! :)

epel: 😃 (atleast vil wasn't around.)

"roi du poison~ tell me, tell me! is the trickster well? have you cured them with your love?"

"rook, you have 5 seconds to get out of my face."

rook giggles away.

kalim (thinks money will buy anything, including your forgiveness.)

"here!" there's a suspiciously bright smile on his face as he hands you.. some keys?

you deadpan, jingling it in your hands. it weighs heavy than the average, probably because of the fact that it's literally made of gold. "... kalim what is this?" you emit a sigh, from suspicion and concern.

"a gift!"

"wait why does it say lot 111--"

as you can already, that was an actual, literal house. which you imagine would probably be a lots more grand, and new compared to your old baby ramshackle.

but you do love it despite it's love for falling apart at the most inconvenient of times..

fighting with kalim was rare but it was hard to even argue with him because the notion of disagreements are so bizarre to him that he unintentionally doesn't treat you seriously with your concerns, accidentally downplaying them aaaand now you're upset.

after the ranting to jamil about how you must be busy with a lot, since you haven't even talked to him in the past 2 days. all it took was a side glance to his friend in denial and jamil immediately knew.

"what do you mean they're mad!? D:"

"just.. go apologize, I don't want to get caught up in this."

if his definition of an apology is buying you an entire house...

( ^ it is btw.)

kalim really doesn't mean any harm. he just really wants to sate whatever anger you held for him <- maybe he's overthinking it but it's kalim so he's 99% sure it's his fault! even though it hasn't even been confirmed from your end he'd probably accept it whole heartedly.

he wanted you to talk to him again so badly that he wouldn’t mind showering you with houses... since your living situation doesn't live up to your kindness (sorry ramshackle love u xx)

you know what. he wouldn't even notice he's the reason you're upset at first even though he's been asking around on who put you in that mood. despite himself being the perpetrator but he didn't really know that did he?

the only reason he does is because he assumed you were just because you avoided him like some sort of.. cockroach! (he dislikes those.) and he couldn't take it anymore.

was probably 1 sec away from barging into your dorm which wouldn't take a lot of effort since one ram to the door would probably break it.

bless jamil for jailing all the carpets so kalim doesn't find them.

even if said carpets fling him off when he's riding them.

"kalim, why would you buy a literal house... and you also got a rare address paid--"

"for them! ;D"

"... you do know they'd be more offended by the fact that you'd try to replace that.., ahem. dorm, right?"

"oh... should I buy them a vehicle then?"

you only promise to forgive him once he takes back the keys, and the house entirely...

(grim begged you to keep it, 'house for him apparently.')

azul (keeps trying to offer you discounts thinking it's a good excuse to have you over.)

"I assure you. you'll find no deal better than this."

"I'm not even that hungry for sea food, actually I'm craving some--"

"you're in luck then! ahem, it's 26% off due to a special event for today."

pro tip: keep insisting to eat at other places cause he's gonna keep increasing the discount by 2% until you eventually relent. once, you made him go to the point of 75% off, it's almost hilarious if not for the fact it only worked once.

now he won't go last 50!

ahem. if you look closely you can almost spot tiny cracks accumulating with each denial you respond with, and each increase of his discount. he's grown to be wary about the bullshit 'lucky' promos you just happen to stumble on.

last time you did he practically lost a week's worth of the presumed income he's predicted cause you actually went around and told your first year friends about it... who.. in turn told some, other friends of theirs about it and you could guess.

love must hurt.. and unfortunately it's his wallet wailing.

but azul is not so easily swayed by this! for you have swayed him first! *wink wonk*

but azul has another trick up his sleeve... keeping on roping jade and floyd into it; whom are far too enthusiastic cause finally— something fun to do! someone to bother! not only have you got the most stubborn octopus having frequent suspicious 'deals' but here are his equally suspicious lackeys.

who keeps.. talking about fried octopus..

yeah, you're not sure if preaching about azul’s species is the job they were assigned.

they're fairly easy to point in the right direction anyways. the tweels have always associated you with the word 'fun' so just a little, friendly suggestion from and they were off to their merry way. mortifying every single person you come across with their sudden attachment.

one of their tricks? following you around. and just somehow, every single place you enter is just mysteriously full even though you peered inside and there was like 7 tables empty. what are they hosting? ghosts? spirits?

...

they do look like they've seen some though..

jade rn: "a shame indeed, you must be hungry. why don't we escort you back to monstro lounge?" :)

long story short you can't even reply cause the sleek eel is already guiding you around by the use of his hands on your shoulders. just to make sure you don't stray away from the destination, he says.

"didn't you say that yesterday's promo was like, a one day thing?" you quirk a brow, and you almost fool yourself into thinking he flinched.

azul clears his throat. "well—today is.. the month before you've graced octavinelle with your assistance—"

he praises himself for his quick thinking.

COME ON! it doesn't matter if you're sick of eating stir fried shrimp, or the butter one, or every single dish they serve that includes shrimp! (also do not mention that you ate somewhere else before you just decide to visit his dorm because that establishment just mysteriously got filed a non-legal business report.)

then you've got floyd chasing you around with a fork. which is more terrifying because he's holding it in a notion that would seem like he'd just stab down at you when he catches up with your little goose chase.

it's just.. you're not sure if your stomach could take another bite of the poor food he stabbed into, and is now chasing you around with.

you screech. "JADE PLEASE."

the man shrugs. "it's a free taste."

"AZUL."

"... only on a condition of course."

frankly. it took all the balls he had to actually sputter out the most simplest sentence ever, cause during the time he rehearsed that in front of his mirror it just plagued him with embarrassment but he's getting desperate.

'I'd like to take you out to dinner, somewhere else of course.'

actually, maybe obliterating any possible craving for the food of his lounge just might've been part of his plans to ask you out..?

leona (prevents you from actually being productive via dragging you down to 'nap' every. single. time.)

"I will literally fail if you don't let go of me right now."

"hmph. so what? it's not like failing a grade killed anyone."

"leona just because you've lived through a lot of fails doesn't mean I have to, we're not all rich enough to not finish school."

to which he'd retaliate that all you'd need is to marry him and you'd be set for life.

there is no winning an argument with leona when it comes to his naps. if he states that you're to be next to him as he sleeps, its final. no buts, no retaliations, cause apparently they're all invalid according to him even if you drag him to court.

rhetorically of course, that if its a comical court scene his only statements are; 'well you're wrong', 'who cares', and 'i dont care'. one way or another he's still gonna win you over and now you're fit snugly in his arms, lamenting.

and if crowley chastises you for not doing the errands (via leona's common interference.) the only thing you need to honestly do is to complain to leona about it and suddenly crowley has the kindness to forgive you for your 'laziness' then says something about enjoying your time together?

leona's work no doubt.

you suppose he does has its perks. even if most of it isn't exactly ideal.

if you're being smart then you should give him an ultimatum or something, or bribe him. but... that really has no guarantee to work either cause you're ending up defeated, or just defeated and flustered since he's somehow unconsciously flirty.

at the end of the day you can't really hate him cause the following day you find out he sent an already sleep deprived ruggie to do your work. 'so you can shut your fussing up and let me enjoy you.' he says, and you quote.

it goes something like;

"if i finish my work i'll stick by you all day."

a stready flow of confidence keeps your voice firm as you glower down at the blank-faced leona sat on the grass. he merely tilts his head, raising a brow at you and seemingly pondering from the way his eyes fly to the sky.

you'd think that maybe your plan actually worked but he merely grunts and flops backwards, holding the back of his head with his palms as he laid. and! he ignores you.

...this little greedy man... "why should i care whether or not you finish your work?" he huffs, like the evil, arrogant spawn he is but you can't really defend yourself cause said evil spawn bewitched you so much that you actually still like him.

"because you care about me?"

"...fine," he scowls, releasing a breath you'd mistake for irritation. "then, do you really think i need you to finish your work when i can just keep you right here?"

you sulk. "i'll do anything you want?"

he deadpans as if you said something stupid. "i don't need you to anything else but sit still and be pretty."

...

...

see what i mean about him eventually winning you over? yeah.

next morning there's a rebellion in savanaclaw about overworked residents and ruggie is the head of them.

"he said that he doesn't need you today." <- ruggie, steering you away.

"really?" <- you, confused

riddle (overthinks TOO HARD.)

“I'm just a little busy.”

“I understand,” riddle says.

“I'm just a little busy.” he understands.

“a little busy.” its just… a small thought…

“I'm just busy.” his mind is a hazard at this point. 

for someone as supposedly maintained as riddle—you'd think his mind is as composed as it is organized. like the pens you'd perfectly align in correlation to order of colors, or the neat pile of clothing folded neatly, tucked in some corner in your closet that is farther in since it's used less.

that's just how he is, or at least seems to be. a bundle of organized thoughts, every thought connected to another. a mind too clean to be going on haywire (when he isn't in a particular mood, that is.)

you're just busy. he thinks. you said it yourself, with that agonizingly nice smile that must be sprinkled with some kind of spell from the way it just eradicated all the protests in his throat upon sight. he isn't one to question it, he wants to help but not if you don't ask.

he can only stare with resigned acceptance at your insomnia induced eyes.

but when the curtain of darkness befalls night raven college, even in the comfort of heartslabyul is he still thinking about that thought–and he can’t help but wonder; why exactly are you busy? its not that he’s suddenly hyper aware of your lack of presence since you’ve been attached to the hip the previous week and now you’re just.

…busy…

riddle likes to think of himself as a level-headed, private person. like the boy he raised himself to be and therefore proud of. but its way past 10AM. which is usually the time he sleeps, and let me tell you that he’s never once broke the cycle for years. yet here he is, a frown of frustration present on his face as he wills his mind to sleep.

somehow closing his eyes felt forced, he immediately snapped them open once his mind decides to conjure an image of you even in the darkness his lids offers.

“THIS IS ABSURD.”

and the yell promptly woke up the entire dorm from the ferocity of his scream. (and of course gave them the flashback of their year.)

that night was one of the worst he’s ever had because he woke up with red rimmed eyes and a pounding headache that ensured his bad mood the rest of the day.

everyone noted to steer clear.

and he unknowingly steered clear of yours since you were ‘busy.’

“why are you sulking?” a voice queried, spoken as though they were eating something as they asked. a reprimand rises in his throat, but it all just dies down once his sharp eyes settle on you, slipping into the seat in front of him then raising a brow and the traces of irritation practically evaporates from his eyes.

he feels the need to cough–so he does. “i’m– i’m not.” he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes but still sneaking in glances, something he notes is that you’re still looking everytime he does. (and boring an unimpressed face because he knows you don’t believe him at all.)

guilt rises in his mind, because he feels a slither of annoyance and its the presence of pettiness that bothers him. riddle knows you’re not at fault, just his mind at convincing that you just somehow decided in the span of a day that you might not like him anymore–so he can’t help the bite. 

“why are you here?” a glance not intended to look mean.

“i thought you were busy.” he adds.

your brows raise, he spots your teeth holding your lips back from showing your grin and he feels warm. “what?” he hisses defensively, despite you not even having replied to him yet.

he leans backwards, straightening up in his seat when your chin leans forward, resting on your intertwined fingers. you flash him a smile. 

“mr. rosehearts, are you perhaps… sulking because i’m busy?”

“no!”

silence.

“no.” he repeats, weaker.

“well,” you continue, beaming. “i heard from ace that you were awake the entire night, and that you kept him awake too. are you alright?” 

he sputters. “it wasn’t because of you!”

you snort. “i didn’t even say anything about me.”

so you incline to following riddle around, poking fun at him and still trailing after the seemingly enraged red head because despite his angry protests, demanding you to go away because you’re annoying he keeps glancing back to see if you’ll follow,

so cute…….

[roosterforme]

In the Navy Now | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: When Bradley and Jake catch their wives in the midst of a lie, Bradley wonders what made you think you couldn't be honest with him. He soon realizes you have a trick up your sleeve, one that makes his work day a lot more exciting. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut, adult language, math as foreplay

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time but it can be read on its own! Check out my masterlist. Banner by @thedroneranger

"You know what really sucks?" Bradley mused as he sat at a table for two in the cafeteria on base.

"What's that?" Jake asked in response, digging his fork into a bowl of pasta.

Bradley looked around the room at everyone else and sighed. "You and I are forced to socialize all the time now, because our wives are best friends."

He saw Jake on Saturday, and also last night at the bar, and again every damn day at work.

Jake shrugged as he took a bite of his lunch. "It's not that bad."

"Speak for yourself. I literally can't understand what Jessica sees in you."

As soon as he heard Jake's laugh, Bradley knew what was coming. "You're literally the last person who should be making comments like that. Your wife is so hot, it's absolutely unbelievable she is with you willingly. She had ten years to come to her senses."

Bradley smiled as he thought about you. "She missed me."

Jake was shaking his head. "She must have been with some seriously ugly guys or something in those ten years."

Bradley was laughing now as he said, "I'm telling you, she missed me as much as I missed her."

"Riiiight. I'm about to text her and ask for verification on that one."

Bradley poked at his salad and murmured, "Don't even bother. She's in some sort of math seminar with Dean Walters all day. Told me not to try reaching her unless it's an emergency."

"Are you sure?" Jake asked, giving him a funny look. "Jess said she had a department meeting with the dean today. For the science department."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "Yeah, of course I'm sure. I even packed her an extra snack. Unlike you, I actually listen to my wife when she talks. I'm sure you're wrong."

But Jake was already digging in the pocket of his flight suit for his phone, and when he unlocked it and slid it across the table, Bradley picked it up. He skimmed a text that Jessica sent just a few hours ago.

I love you! Don't forget, I'll be unreachable most of the day. Physics meeting with Dean Walters. 

Bradley frowned. If this was true, then you lied to him. You never lied to him. He tried his best to let you know that you never had to do that. But now he remembered that you even went so far as to tell him you didn't need a ride home from campus today, and that actually seemed suspicious, too.

"Why do they want us to think they're busy all day?"

"It doesn't really make any sense," Jake said as he set his fork down. "Damn. Jess knows she can talk to me about anything."

"Yeah," Bradley grunted, "I don't like this shit." The uneasy feeling seemed to spread through his entire body as he stood. "We need to get going. Special class today, remember?"

"Fuck," Jake muttered under his breath, clearly as excited about the guest lecturer as Bradley was. Sitting in the classroom for a few hours was usually always tedious compared to flying, but the lectures that Cyclone had been adding to their schedules randomly over the past few months were worse than the most boring class Bradley ever took at the University of Virginia.

"Let's get this over with," he said, dropping his tray off and fighting the urge to text you just to see what you'd have to say. Now he was going to have to figure out a way to call you out about lying later. But it was still puzzling him as to why you and Jessica would both tell the same exact lie. What was the point of that? If you didn't want Bradley to bother you at work, that was all you needed to say. But it wasn't like he was annoying like Jake was; he could understand Jessica needing a break from her husband, but did you need one too?

He was still trying to figure out if there was something going wrong with his marriage when he walked into the classroom. Cyclone was standing at the front, hands on his hips, glaring at Bradley and Jake as they walked inside with two minutes to spare. The only seats left were both up in the front row, and Bradley groaned as he dropped down into one of them. The last guest speaker they had spit the entire time he talked, and the one before that spoke at full volume like she was teaching a room full of hundreds of people rather than the twenty four that were gathered.

"I regret not getting here early," Jake murmured, and Bradley nodded as he shifted in his seat and messed with the cuffs of the sleeves of his flight suit. He was really hung up on what you could possibly be doing today, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to pay attention to this lecture topic at all. And that's when he noticed what was written on the white board behind Cyclone.

THE PHYSICS OF PROPULSION AND MATHEMATICAL FORMULATIONS IN SINGLE SEAT F/A-18 JETS

He groaned, because even the word mathematical made him think about you. This was about to be a long afternoon. Then Admiral Simpson cleared his throat, and Bradley forced his attention to the man in front of him.

"Welcome. Today's lecture topic is of the utmost importance regarding updates that will be made to your aircrafts this year. We will take a look at jet propulsion and the calculations specific to your F/A-18s before the new NATOPS is even released. We have two guest speakers who are professors from San Diego State University's math and physics departments, and they have graciously agreed to spend some time on this topic with us."

"No way," Bradley whispered, convinced it had to be you. He swiveled around in his seat so fast, he thought he might have broken it as he hung over the arm into the aisle when the classroom door opened. He could hear her high heels on the floor before he realized he was looking at Jessica enter the room, but then his heart skipped around in his chest just like the first time he saw you over ten years ago at his fraternity house. You looked fucking hot as sin, strolling in behind Jake's wife with a folder in your hand and a smirk on your red lips. Your eyes found his immediately as he sat there gaping at you while you made your way to the front of the room, but other than a little nod in his direction, you gave him nothing.

"Holy shit," Jake hissed next to him as Bradley nodded in agreement, his eyes glued on your body as he heard Cyclone introduce you and Dr. Jessica Reed by name. You gave the room at large a little wave, but your eyes flicked him, and Bradley let out the breath he had apparently been holding as he relaxed into his seat. So this must have been why you tried to make it seem like you were extremely busy today. Maybe you and Jessica didn't want him and Jake to catch on to the fact that you'd be presenting their class.

As Jessica started talking, he took in every inch of your appearance. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you were doing it very well. Bradley was proficient at calculus, having attended many of your college level math lectures. Sometimes he surprised you, but sometimes you knew ahead of time that he planned on being there. It didn't hurt that the lectures he attended usually ended with sex or a blowjob for him. Somehow math had turned into a form of foreplay for the two of you, and Bradley couldn't get enough. You'd praise him when he was able to solve a difficult problem, and the rewards were always sexy.

He was used to seeing you like this when he visited San Diego State University, but getting to witness your brilliance on the Naval base was already so exciting. Right now, he was already having a difficult time sitting still as he grew hard at the sound of your voice.

"The calculations related to your Super Hornets are so precise, we'll just take a look at a handful of examples to give you an idea of what we mean," you said, opening up your folder on the table as Bradley ran his sweaty palms on his flight suit. You were only a few feet away from him. He could smell your shampoo. He could count the little silver buttons on the side of your skirt. He had to bite his lip as you turned toward the white board and uncapped a marker as you said, "Please, let me know if I'm going too fast."

He could pick your writing out easily, but there was something about the way you always chose the letter B for your variables when he was watching. Your smooth penmanship started to fill the board as you talked your way through the problem, but Bradley could barely take his eyes off your ass. He turned around briefly to make sure nobody else had the same idea he did, but it was hard to tell. The younger guys looked a lot more enthusiastic than they usually did, and he might have to pound some sense into them later. Didn't they know you were his fucking wife?

But maybe they didn't. You kept your name the same when you got married. So did Jessica for that matter. Now Bradley sat a little taller in his seat as he realized he was married to one of the two extremely hot PhDs who all the other men in the room were drooling over.

"Does that make sense?" you asked, turning back to face them with a satisfied look on your face. "Dr. Reed can take over explaining the actual physics of the aircraft propulsion, and then I'll jump back in with the next calculation."

Bradley smiled at you while Jessica started talking again, and he could tell you were trying not to look at him as your lips curled into a grin. God, you were just fucking perfect. Smart and silly and sexy. And the two of you had so much history together, he could practically read the thoughts on your face.

"Did they dress like this on purpose?" Jake croaked softly.

"I know mine did," Bradley whispered. Your little tweed skirt and loafers screamed east coast academic. It looked as good on you as his tie dye shirt always did. It was just as sexy as lingerie. It was almost pornographic to him at this point. But today you had them paired with a blazer and a bodysuit. A bodysuit. He loved those things with the little snaps that held them closed as they hugged your curves. He was almost certain you'd skipped a bra. He couldn't wait to find out for sure.

Jessica was still talking about jet propulsion. Bradley would ask you to explain it to him later if it was actually important. Right now, you were slowly buttoning and then unbuttoning your blazer over and over again while you alternated between consulting your notes and stealing glances at Bradley. He was too warm as he watched your fingers work, and your eyes caught his as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Hey, Sugar," he mouthed, and your gaze dropped back to your folder as you bit your lip and smiled. He was ready to go home. Take you to bed. Or maybe get a private lecture in your home office. Or maybe drive all the way to the college and visit one of the library study rooms. You made everything so exciting, he wanted all of it.

When Jessica handed the lecture back over to you, Bradley squirmed in his seat as you wrote another calculation on the board. Jake was really no better in the seat next to him, and he realized the two of them must look like idiots at the moment. But you were making a subtle math joke that he understood, and when you glanced over your shoulder, your engagement ring sparkled under the fluorescent light.

"Now this is how the updates will actually make your aircrafts more fuel efficient," you said as you easily worked through a calculation that looked so complicated, Isaac Newton wouldn't have been able to solve it. Bradley's cock was still half hard, and he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to be able to stand up after this. But then you really threw him for a loop when you casually added the equation from your tattoo into the middle of the mess of mathematics on the white board. Now the only thing he could think about was your tits. Or rather, him running his lips along your math titty tattoo.

Bradley wasn't going to be able to sit still for much longer, but you turned around and asked, "Does anyone have any questions?"

He had to sit there and listen to several of the other guys ask you the most idiotic questions just so they could have your attention. Then Bradley raised his hand and waited until you pointed at him and said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw?" with an amused look on your face. "You have a question?"

"Yeah," he said, voice raspy. "I do, professor. If the variable B is directly related to propulsion, then how is that going to affect my thrust?"

He kept a straight face while you fought to do the same. You cleared your throat, took a step in his direction, and said, "You're going to need to have some additional thrust, Lieutenant."

Bradley nodded and gave you a thoughtful look. "Hmmm, that's what I thought. And it looks like a very complicated calculation."

You stood there in front of everyone in your little tweed skirt and the diamond ring he gave you and said, "If you'd like a more thorough explanation, I wouldn't mind spending a few minutes with you afterwards, Lieutenant."

As he leaned back in his seat, he told you, "I look forward to it."

So Bradley listened to Jessica while you occasionally interjected, and he kept his eyes on your face as his excitement started to build even more. When the afternoon lecture was finally over, he and Jake both stayed in their seats while Cyclone shook hands with the two of you.

"How long do you think they've been planning this?" Jake whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Not sure," Bradley replied as you collected your notes into your folder. "But I intend to find out." He was impressed as hell that you managed to pull this off without him noticing, but his skin was tingling with need. He desperately wanted to get his hands on you after you worked him up with all of the intellectual teasing. 

As soon as Cyclone dismissed everyone, Jake was on his feet, dragging Jessica out of the classroom, but Bradley didn't move an inch in his seat. His cock was hard, and you were running your hand along your tweed covered hip as you smiled at him. But then he had to endure one of the younger aviators who was new to Top Gun trying to chat you up when he should have just left the classroom with the others. When you turned to face him instead, annoyance washed through Bradley's veins.

"Uh, hi, uh I actually studied mathematics at the Naval Academy, and I graduated three years ago, and uh, I was just wondering if you would want to get a drink with me sometime and talk more about, um, some of the topics you covered about propulsion and thrust-"

"Fuck off, man," Bradley barked. "She's wearing goddamn wedding rings. And she's not interested."

Your hand slipped over your lips as you laughed silently while the younger man looked at Bradley in shock. "Oh. Right. Okay," he muttered before hightailing it from the now nearly empty classroom.

"That wasn't very nice," you said, fighting against a smile. "He seemed really sweet. I was going to let him shoot his shot."

Bradley stood with a soft groan, his erection pressing against the zipper of his flight suit. "I was promised a private tutorial session, Dr. Sugar. I'm not about to let a twenty-something year old take up any of my time."

Without hesitation, you walked over to him and started to slowly unzip his flight suit. "Hate to break it to you, Beer Boy, but you were a twenty-something year old when I fell in love with you." 

You ran your fingers along his undershirt, and Bradley glanced at the open classroom door as he whispered, "I hope you know you're not leaving this room until you're full of my cum."

"Lieutenant Bradshaw!" you gasped, eyes wide and surprised. But your hand was dipping lower to his abs, and he could tell you were as turned on as he was. "This is a tutoring session!"

Bradley wrapped his hand around your wrist and gently led you toward the door which he immediately closed. "I want to know how the hell you managed to pull this off. I had no idea you and Jessica were going to be teaching a class for the Navy."

"We've been working on our lesson plan for weeks," you said with a smirk as Bradley placed both of your palms on the door and flipped the light switch off. In the dimly lit room, you whispered, "We wanted it to be a surprise."

Bradley stood behind you, facing the door and kissed your neck above your unbuttoned blazer. "And here I thought you lied to me about your plans because you needed a break from me."

You moaned softly as his nose traced the shell of your ear. "Oh, please. It's not like you're annoying like Jake. I don't need a break from you, Beer Boy."

"Hmm, then what do you need from me?" he asked softly, letting one hand slide up your bodysuit while he confirmed that you were not wearing a bra. Your nipples were tight peaks as he stroked them through the fabric with one big hand, and you bumped your ass back against his erection.

"I need you to tell me what you know about thrust, Lieutenant," you stated in your teacher voice which made him grind against you.

"I know you like it when I give you a little thrust," he grunted, guiding your tweed skirt up your thighs as you gasped.

"Is this a good idea?" you asked, still pressing your body back against his. "Should we wait until we get home?"

"Can't," he growled, yanking your skirt up over your ass and wrapping his hands around your hips as he looked down at the perfect view. "You got me too worked up. You know what your lectures do to me. And this time it was on my home turf."

Your hands were still planted on the door as you glanced at him over your shoulder. "Almost like I'm in the Navy now. Lieutenant Sugar? Should I get a uniform?"

"Oh, fuck. You know I couldn't handle that. Besides, I'm really partial to your tweed." He was running his knuckles down your rear end as he whispered, "Please, let me fuck you. I'll be quick, Baby."

His fingers were already at the snaps on your bodysuit that hid your pussy from his touch when you said, "Do it."

With a flick of his wrist, the snaps sprung free, and he ran his finger along your slit. Your back arched as he carefully pulled his cock free from his unzipped flight suit and underwear, and then he was guiding you to your tiptoes as he slipped himself inside you.

Bradley wrapped one hand around your waist and braced the door closed with the other as he buried himself deep inside you. Your soft gasp sounded beautiful as he sucked on your neck and gave you a few deep strokes. When he started to go faster, your fingers curled against the door as you whined his name, and he asked, "How's my thrust?"

Your head tipped back against his shoulder as you whispered, "You're just about there. Maybe a little harder."

Always wanting to be your top student, he did exactly as you told him and picked up the pace, letting himself slam against your ass. Your tight pussy felt so fucking good, and normally he'd draw this out as long as possible, but not today. He let your grip on him take over all of his senses, and soon he was grunting next to your ear, lips parted as he fucked you up against the door in a classroom at Top Gun.

"This is filthy as hell," he muttered, jerking his hips in an uneven rhythm. "Fucking my perfect wife on base. During work hours." 

"Beer Boy," you gasped when he slammed deep and held himself there. He did it again, loving the sound of his body meeting yours so intimately. A third time, and the pull along his spine as you moaned was too much. You had complete control over him.

Bradley gave it to you hard until he was panting. He let himself come as you turned and looked back at him, licking those sinful lips. "Jesus, fuck, holy shit," he groaned before kissing your lips softly as he gave you a few more thrusts before pulling himself free.

He was still a little hard as he tucked himself back into his flight suit and zipped it up again. When he went to fix your bodysuit, he ended up with his fingers coated in your arousal mixed with his cum as he did the snaps once again.

"Good as new," he murmured as you tugged your skirt down and turned to face him. He kissed you again before he said, "We should get out of here."

You nodded and collected your folder before pulling the door open and strolling casually out into the hallway like you didn't have his sticky cum rubbing against your inner thighs. "Now that you're all squared away with your thrust variable," you told him as he licked his fingers clean, enjoying the way the two of you tasted together, "you'll be even faster, Lieutenant."

Bradley snickered as you and he rounded the corner. "I hope you mean in the air. Quickies aren't really my thing, unless we're in a library study room or apparently an empty Naval classroom."

"There you are, professor." Cyclone was trying to flag you down, and Bradley watched you stumble as you headed off in his direction. He wasn't even sure if Admiral Simpson knew you and he were married, but the other man looked overjoyed as he said, "I've already been getting wonderful feedback about you and Dr. Reed, and I'm hoping you'll both agree to come back next month for another lecture on a different topic."

Bradley groaned and just kept walking. He would wait for you in the parking lot where he'd have a moment to himself to collect his thoughts. More sexy tweed and his hot wife in the classroom? Another lecture topic? Hours of mathematical foreplay that nobody else seemed to pick up on? Quickies were about to become his thing.

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I missed Beer Boy and Sugar SO MUCH! She's such a queen, she literally just has to exist to make him lose his mind. But she knows what she did here. She knows. Thanks for reading!

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[beeing1alive]

Could you play the Tokyo Revengers characters with a really pretty girlfriend?

Note: Of course and I had a lot of fun writing this

f.t.: Mikey (Manjirō Sanō); Draken (Ken Ryūgūji); Mitsuya (Takashi Mitsuya); Chifuyu (Chifuyu Matsuno); Baji (Keisuke Baji); Takemichi (Takemichi Hanagaki); Angry (Souya Kawata), Smiley (Nahoya Kawata); Hakkai (Hakkai Shiba); Kazutora (Kazutora Hanemija), Koko (Hajime Kokonoi); Inupi (Inui Seishu); Hanma (Shuji Hanma)

Mikey is not at all shy about telling you how perfect and really perfect you look in every conceivable situation. You go for a walk? He tells you he's never seen anything prettier. You're in the shower? He's practically glued to it and won't stop telling you how wonderful you look.

Draken almost always looks at you. At least whenever he can. For some reason, his eyes are always around you, no matter what you're wearing. He might go crazy if you're wearing a short skirt or a tight shirt because he can't help but stare at your accentuated body parts and blush every time you move even slightly. We won't go into that any further.

Mitsuya always gets extreme love attacks when you wear clothes that he has made. He always adjusts every seam and every fabric to your perfect body, so that all the wonderful parts are highlighted. Every time you walk around in front of him in one of these pieces of clothing, he forgets how to breathe and has to turn away to hide his blushing face.

Chifuyu thought at the beginning of your relationship that you were only with him because you wanted to get closer to one of his friends. Not a single girl has ever looked at him the way his friends are looked at, so he wondered why such a beautiful person fell in love with him. But after your first kiss, he realised that love can't be faked so well.

Baji got a nosebleed when he saw you for the first time. You just walked into the classroom in your school uniform and as soon as he caught a glimpse of your pretty face, it happened. Of course he was terribly uncomfortable and that wasn't the first impression he wanted to make on you, but at least now you can tease him every time he stares at you.

Takemichi wonders every day why someone like you, who could get anyone with his beauty, would want to be with him. You just look so pretty with that sweet grin painted on your perfect face. He thinks that you are a work of art. Of course, he's not just with you because you're pretty, but honestly, he loves your body.

Angry adores your body and he just can't keep his hands off you. Not just in the kinky sense, but much more in general. He's very shy, but even so, his little finger is given away with yours as soon as he walks or stands next to you. There is simply no prettier creature for him than you.

Smiley really does show you off a lot. To be honest, he always stands behind you so that you come into your own in front of him. It's just his thing to stand behind you, one arm around your waist, like: I know, she's a masterpiece, isn't she? Well, unfortunately it's already mine. I don't know why, but his grin always gets a little more mischievous when he sees that another boy staring at you and then realises who is standing behind you.

Hakkai is, just to be clear, extremely shy around pretty much any girl. You're certainly no exception. But we're only talking about in public here. Behind closed doors, he can hardly keep his hands or eyes away from you. He likes it best when you only wear short and comfortable clothes so that he can see a lot of your skin.

Kazutora hasn't seen you for a long time and honestly? He almost fainted when he saw what a beautiful young woman you had become. He quickly got used to it though and made a habit of admiring and loving every inch of your perfect body. He just can't help himself.

Koko loves your body and every inch of it. Sometimes you're just lying on your sofa scrolling through social media and he lies on top of you and draws circles and lines on your body. He loves these moments, especially because he can really relax, as he usually works so much and hardly gets any rest. And he has a clear view of your body…

Inupi stares at you from a distance and when you notice it, he looks away and blushes so much that you know he was staring has been staring. Your body is simply too hypnotising for him and he doesn't know what to do about it. Every single movement looks perfect and every part of your body is wonderful.

Hanma rarely tells you how great you look, but he definitely shows it. Not intentionally, but he shows it. Sometimes you notice how he stares at you with extraordinary affection or how he absently strokes your body and hums softly. He actually wonders why you're with him. With your beauty, you could have anyone. Oh God, he just loves you too much.

Attention: The characters and the gif do not belong to me. All credits go to the actual owners. If you want anything to be changed or removed, please write to me.

[staytinyzen]

(Mis)delivered Confessions

Bff!San x gn Reader no gender mentioned for reader (Friends to lovers trope)

Sending a message to the wrong person.

Warnings: slight swearing for the first part? Ig that’s it

Word count: ~ 900

Part 1 | Part 2

You were lying on your sofa legs draped over the armrest, typing on your phone as you helped your friend draft a confession text.

"Y/N, I can't do this! There's no way I can tell him!" she almost yelled through the speaker.

“Girl, chill. You're overthinking it. You just have to be honest. What could go wrong?" you replied, half-listening as you typed out a possible confession for her to send.

She had been crushing on a guy in her class who she befriended on the first day but didn’t know how to take the relationship further, she was freaking out so she asked for your help before losing her mind.

“Hi, this might be random and maybe not the best time but I've been holding this in for a while… I really like you. Every time I see you, I feel like my heart is gonna explode, I can't stop thinking about you. If you’re not feeling the same, I hope this won’t change a thing in our relationship and we can continue being friends…”

You glanced over the message, feeling satisfied. You hit send.

“There, I wrote it. All you have to do is send it. Easy, right?” You said happily.

“Thank you I’ll try, can you send it?”

You were confused, “Girl I just did ?”

“I cannot see it can you send it again ?”

“Wait…” You sat up straight on your couch and looked at your phone screen.

And then... sheer horror.

Because the name at the top of the chat wasn't hers.

It was “Sannie^⩊^”

Your best friend.

Your neighbor.

“Oh fuck…” you really fucked up.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no!” you groaned, scrambling to your feet as panic set in.

Your friend asked what was happening as she had no clue what was going on.

“Oh no I did not just do that”

“Just tell me what’s happening!”

“I did actually send the message but not to you but to San… OH MY GOD!! I can’t delete it either, I have to tell him it’s not meant for him, I’m so dumb”

San.

The person you had spent countless nights watching movies with, stealing food from, and leaning on when life got rough—whether that meant venting about a bad day, sitting in comfortable silence, or simply knowing he was there, always ready to catch you when you stumbled.

Panicked, you scrambled to type:

"Wait!! That wasn’t for you! OMG, please ignore that!!"

Ironically, while pushing your friend to confess to this guy, you were pushing your own feelings to the side, not wanting to lose him, the person you cared about the most and loved so much that you preferred ignoring whatever you felt.

Yeah, great job. So much for telling your friend "it's easy" and the whole "what could go wrong?" speech.

You were panicking, even if you were to explain the situation, things would be awkward.

Soon enough three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again.

You stared blankly at your screen.

You felt like you might throw up.

“I’ll call you later okay ?” You ended the call without waiting for her response, her crush can wait a bit.

You were still standing in the middle of your living room not knowing what to do.

Suddenly your phone buzzed:

Sannie^⩊^: “Oh. Got it”

That was it? Just “Oh. Got it”?! No teasing? No jokes? He always teased you!

Your phone buzzed again.

Sannie^⩊^ : “Who was it for?”

Your breath caught. For some reason, you didn’t want to explain the whole situation it felt too… complicated. It really wasn’t meant for him but what if it was the universe just pushing you because you’ve been hiding for a long time yet you weren’t ready for that.

So you took the coward’s way out :

“It doesn’t matter. Just ignore it.”

Sannie^⩊^: “Okay.”

The awkwardness in that one word made your stomach twist.

You groaned, throwing yourself onto your sofa. Maybe if you stayed here long enough, you’d just disappear.

But then—

A knock at your door.

You frowned. It was late. Who—

Another knock. Louder this time.

With a sinking feeling, you opened the door.

And there stood San, messy tousled hair, hoodie slightly askew, neckline slightly off, he probably just threw it on before coming over, he looked hot… and—frustrated?

“You’re seeing someone?” he blurted out, stepping inside before you could answer.

“What?” You blinked, slowly closing the door.

San ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tense. “You wouldn’t tell me who that text was for. And it wasn’t me. So who is it?”

You gaped at him. “Why do you care?”

His eyes flickered. “I—” He hesitated, then scoffed. “I don’t. I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

“San.” You crossed your arms. “Are you jealous?” You asked trying to joke and ease the tension.

He scoffed again—too quickly. “No.”

But his ears were red.

Your heart pounded. “Then why are you here?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked away. “I just… I thought—” He exhaled sharply. “I thought I had more time.”

Your breath caught. “Time?”

His gaze locked onto yours, raw and unguarded. “Time before you fell for someone else.”

Silence…

A shaky laugh escaped you. “San…”

He swallowed hard. “Tell me it wasn’t supposed to be me.”

You hesitated. A part of you wanting to explain the misunderstanding.

His voice dropped almost whispering“Tell me, and I’ll drop this.”

Your heart screamed at you, but you were frozen.

Maybe you were meant to send that text to him after all.

Next

[genderqueerdykes]

as someone who has been chronically homeless for 9 years due to severe disability, the way housing is managed in america is just a joke. it's all about the profits for the landlord, nothing else matters. credit checks are a gate to keep out poor people. deposits are a gate to keep out poor people. you wanna apply for a low-income housing program? you HAVE to have a "severe" disability diagnosis and proof that you're too disabled to afford or apply for "normal" housing. this is a gate to keep out poor people.

people in positions to help house homeless people don't care because they're housed. there's no sense of urgency. they don't have to think about what it's like to go without a roof over their head. they get paid tens of dollars an hour to sit there and scoff at all of the "lazy poor and disabled people who should just get jobs and stop whining and expecting to have things handed to them." they get paid to ignore emails and take 2 hour long lunches to forget about how hard and scary the world really is.

how the FUCK are you supposed to work when you don't have a place to sleep at night, shower, or eat? come the fuck on. use your goddamn brain. this system is built off of abuse, lying and torture. nobody earns an "honest" day's pay, none of this is "honest" work. it's all built off of the backs of lying and stealing from someone who needs it more. jobs aren't given to the person who's the most qualified- they're given to the person who lied the most to make themselves sound good during the interview. jobs are given to people who are good at interviews, NOT people who are GOOD at what they do.

i don't know how to tell you that when the average person isn't making enough to eat, fuel their car or pay for their phone, they also can't afford the roof over their head. disabled people and low-income people are struggling even worse with this. i don't know how to tell people that you should care about this.

we are literally all the same species. we are all humans. you cannot look down on disabled, poor and addicted people because we're "scum" and "less than human". we're not. that's a lie you're being fed by capitalism to feel better about yourself so you'll keep blindly working. wake up. this is not how humans behave. you're being brainwashed. everyone needs a stable home. EVERYONE. especially if you want them to contribute to your stupid money machine.

capitalism makes no fucking sense. give people homes or get the fuck out of our way, because we're about to just start taking them. this is unsustainable. this is unliveable. this system doesn't fucking work. a system that leaves its people to starve and die while apartments, homes, condos, and hotel rooms stay empty and collect dust doesn't work. none of this shit works. fuck this fascist system. none of us are free.

[love-byers]

the first time i saw this, when i was NOT a byler shipper, i thought el was running TO mike. i thought we were getting a sweet moment where el runs to mike and he puts an arm around her or hugs her.

then i realized she was running away from him. 

and i was like, why?? they're supposed to be the couple why does she not want his comfort??

and even after will calls her out on doing mike wrong by lying to him, even after she sees that mike is attempting to talk to her and comfort her, that he's not angry at her, she still tells angela to lie to mike. more lies. that's how much she cares about keeping up the persona. had angela lied to mike, el would've continued lying to him the entire week. something she knows in her heart is wrong and not fair to mike.

this is a theme in s4. putting who you want to be seen as before being honest with your bf/gf. going above and beyond to preserve your lie, to be seen as who you want to be.

chrissy does that with jason. who she portrays herself as is completely different than who she really is and what she's really going through. jason has absolutely no idea chrissy is struggling and refused to believe chrissy would buy drugs, because chrissy didn't want to tell him. who knows how jason would've reacted if chrissy was honest, we don't know because chrissy didn't trust him enough to tell him. that's not love at all, that's sad.

this is a point in s2 as well. murray calls nancy out for being afraid to be her true self, and she stays with steve because she doesn't have to be her true self around him. she is her true self when she's with jonathan, and that's why they worked together. that's love.

the exact same thing happens with chrissy. the first time we see her genuinely smile is when she's with eddie. she's sweet and charismatic, and had she lived she totally would've gone to eddie's show, something you never would've expected from her, something her boyfriend, the person she pretends to love, would NEVER do.

robin and steve reinforce this too

you fall in love with the person who makes you feel accepted, the person who makes you feel like you can be who you are. the person you trust with your true self.

mike and el don't trust each other enough, they don't understand each other well enough.

they would have to change their behavior towards each other by leaps and bounds, and we're already at the last season. there is no time for that. stranger things isn't a multi season show about the complexity of romantic relationships and the healthy way to resolve problems. there is no time for that in just about any movie or show, especially a sci-fi show. you know what's way easier and way more likable? pairing your character with someone they naturally click with, who bring out the best in each other and for some reason can't help but be their authentic selves when they're with each other.

did it with jancy, like i said earlier

did it with lumax. when lucas and max talked on the bus max found herself spewing about things she'd never even said out loud before, and she had to stop herself. something about lucas just made her feel comfortable, like she could be herself and tell the truth. she trusted him.

"You're nothing like your brother, okay? You're cool and different, you're super smart, and you're like, totally tubular."

jopper too! joyce constantly had to hide things from bob, she was insecure about their family not being normal.

"This is not a normal family."

"It could be."

though bob had good intentions, the message of the show is not trying to be normal when you aren't. whatever it is about you that makes you weird or different, whatever you've been through that changed you, stay true to it. dont bottle it up and try to be someone else. all of vecnas victims in s4 were doing this, and it didn't end well for them.

they even did it with dustin and suzie. dustin constantly tries to impress max with his teeth, then in season 3 he says suzie thinks kissing is better without teeth. he doesn't have to be insecure about that or try to impress her. she likes him for him.

mike isn't comfortable being his true self around el either. he's insecure about his interests, he feels like he has to act older and cooler to impress her.

you shouldn't be with the person you feel you have to impress. you should be with the person who relieves that pressure, who makes you feel like being the authentic you is enough.

jonathan and nancy, lucas and max, joyce and hopper, dustin and suzie,

cough WILL AND MIKE cough...

[lostinlovingrevery]

Van i gotta ask…

what do u think Logan would be like when ur on ur period. and im talking about the smutty stuff sjdjjd

OKAY OKAY I GOTCHU

I'm gonna write a fic about this but ill put my thoughts below (it'll give you an idea of what im writing...)

(SMUTTY NASTY PERIOD STUFF BELOW)

(PERIODS AREN'T NASTY BUT LOGAN IS!!!!)

This man is WILD

an absolute menace

period sex doesn't bother him. blood doesn't bother him.

sorry yall be he will eat you on your period. idc if its nasty this is logan nothing gets worse than this man. hes an animal

im sorry but not really sorry but he'll definitely love that extra wetness going on down there

hes extra affectionate, for your sake of course but also periods mean ovulation coming soon. i feel like your hormones are going to set his hormones off. yknow cause. mutant, animal stuff???

any excuse to touch you. but if you want to be left alone he'll do it (he'll go into the corner like an injured animal and frump)

i think he'll love to see the relief on your face when he fingers or fucks you.

will use the "orgasms help period cramps" excuse to get in your pants. I mean sure- he definitely wants to make you feel better, but he also really wants to get in your pants. the smell of your hormones drive him insane.

He won't care about the mess, bed, shower, floor- wherever the fuck. He'll start by being real smooth about it. Wanting to give you a full body massage- you need to relax. You're obviously tired, and sore. His big strong hands can help loosen those such tense muscles, belly massages would feel SO good from him (oh my goooooood pls just imagine it)

Of course, he has ulterior motives. First he has you sitting down, maybe on the edge of the bed to give you a nice neck and shoulder massage- complete with kisses, of course. Convinces you to take your clothes off- to really relax. His hands move down massage your sore breasts, and to be honest you really can't complain. They're warm, gentle. Maybe he'll mess with your nipples a bit and even thought they're sore to the touch the stimulation feels so good at the same time. Maybe you start picking up what hes up to but you wait before you say anything

Then he gets you on your belly, massaging your back. It seems like it went back to being innocent again. Logan is cooing sweet things to you, hands careful in the areas that are touchier than others. moves down to your butt and thighs too. Personally I hurt really bad in my thighs and hips during my period- so a good massage there would be HEAVEN

and then, before you know it- you're back on your back and hes "massaging" between your legs. You can't complain though, his thumb is rubbing over your clit, two fingers buried inside you, gentle in his stroking motions in and out. The feeling brings relief to your cramps- like your body is getting exactly what it wants.

and no one knows your body better than logan.

Don't worry about the messy, he'll clean it up. (and how he cleans it up ill leave it up to yalls imagination....)

It just happens to be an accident when he slips his dick inside you.

You're half asleep, enjoying this so called "massage" from him, that feeling in your belly is wound tight but not quite there. The relief from your cramps is enough to make you happy though- so you let him have his fun. Then you feel the bed shifting, and his pants unzipping. Hes pressing kisses against your neck.

"Yknow darling, I learned something new earlier."

rea;ly, he just wants you to feel better!!! Logan is all about making his love feel safe, protected, happy. What better than being wrapped in his arms while he gets rid of those pesky cramps?????? (while also giving you orgasms

he'll draw orgasm after orgasm out of you. its not even about any of his own pleasure at this point (altho with logan really when is it ever??)- he just loves seeing the relief on your face. thats really all its about. the stretch his cock gives you, relieves that tight feeling going on down there- its almost like he's supposed to fit right in there

will be very gentle about it, checking in on you- however if you want it normal, or rough- he'll happily oblige. Prepare for lots of loving, cheek kisses, wrapped up in warm hugs while he buries himself in you- maybe your sheets are getting ruined but maybe he purposely set out an extra pair for a quick change when things are done (its gonna be awhile. the longer he smells you, the more feral he feels)

trilogy logan i think can be very animalistic over it, or very sweet. or both. both would be good. hes' gritting his teeth while thrusting into you because you smell so damn good and he's trying not to lose control. Muttering sweet things and letting you know he's not going to stop until all those pesky like aches are gone. plays with your boobs too.

old man logan will eat you out. he's old, doesn't really care. its adds flavor. Anyhoo. Thats his go to, fingering and oral. He'll have to shower afterwards cause maybe he gets all messy in his beard but oh well. Knows all the tricks in making you feel good. all the massages too- i mean, you give him massages. gotta take care of each other right? then will make you both a nice meal.

origins logan does everything, including doing it in the shower so he can wash you up after. He's very gentle and sweet, constantly checking up on you. He'll hold you and fuck the daylights out of you until youre good and tired, then draw you a nice warm bubblebath where he'll wash your hair and you both can have nice conversation.

Worst wolverine DEFINITELY AN ANIMAL OVER THIS. I think he'd want to get rough but will hold himself back until you give him the okay. Eat you out, kisses you after. Will fuck you doggy style for hours, nearly breaking the damn bed and pissing off your neighbors.

dofp logan will go missionary on this bitch. bury himself inside you, won't stop till youre literally about to pass out bc your period is giving you bad insomnia and this is solution to tiring you out. i feel like he would use a vibrator on your clit too will stuffing you full of him. double the pleasure amiright. sex in the bath.

70s logan will suck your sore tits for a long time. his hands massaging your achey thighs. if you even complain once about your cramps he's going to have you pinned (or tied up) to the bed and take care of them. great! no cramps! now you can't walk. also will kiss you after eating you out.

2013 wolverine mmm i feel like hes a mix of dofp logan and worstie. a animalistic vibe but considerate. teases you over and over to get you wound up as if you already aren't enough. you'll get your relief soon. its all part of the game.

[kawhh]

So uh, when I said this was fluff? Oops? Honestly just going through it a bit and wanted a blurb about them being both there for you. I wasn't lying about the cooking and cuddling though?

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Jack Hughes x Reader x Quinn Hughes

Warnings: Sad? Maybe it's sad. I don't think it stays fully sad. There's light at the end of the tunnel in a hughes sandwich. Jack being a sad little puppy. Quinn not taking any shit. Big brother captain. Not proof-read, it's 3am and I just wanted to finish it lmao.

Jack truly would have no clue what to do with you when you're upset. Not through a lack of care but just a fear of making everything worse. Too nervous to touch you with his usual grip. Too nervous to leave you alone anywhere, fearing that you'll crumble if he doesn't keep his eyes on you.

He hovers. His eyebrows furrowed as he watches you from the door frame. He doesn't think you even notice him hanging around, You aren't registering much, aren't eating, aren't sleeping, just staring at your phone for hours.

It's terrifying him, if he's being honest. It doesn't matter that he's physically strong, he feels weak and small. Paralyzed from his fear. He adores every inch of you and he feels like you'll shatter like glass if he breathes on you wrong.

He just wants to make it all right. He needs to fix every problem for you. He knows you can't keep going down this spiral. It's only been a week and you're almost dead on your feet.

You're nibbling on food but it's barely enough to keep you up. He's monitoring every single thing you eat, nervous to push. He tried in the first few days and you shut down on him, turtled into yourself.

He can't bring himself to force feed you, he can't put you or him through that. He's worried you'll hate him and shut him out further when you're in this state.

You still sleep in the bed with him, but you don't touch him. You don't even face him. He knows what you're doing. You're trying to not disturb him when you leave as soon as he drifts off. He can feel when your warmth leaves his side, turning to hug the pillows you sleep on, craving your touch. Your body.

If he wakes up, he tries to soothe you back to sleep. Following you to the living room, cautiously sitting down with you, hovering his hand over your hair, resting his hand gently on your skin. His heart feeling tight when you initially flinch, your body no longer used to casual touch.

It doesn't help. He can't stay awake long enough for you to drop off first - he's always exhausted from practice, from games. It's irritating, he feels like he could be doing more. Needs to be doing more.

He needs to call the one person who he can fully rely on. He's out of ideas and he's too afraid to take control. He needs his big brother.

He needs the help, needs the extra set of eyes on you. The extra hands to help. He knows Quinn has a better chance at snapping you out of it with more force. Knows he won't be as cautious with you. His approach clearly isn't making an impact.

The minute he calls Quinn, he's on his way. There's no hesitation. A firm yes almost before he can fully explain the situation, can fully explain his question.

Even if Quinn didn't have a soft spot for you, the weakness he can hear in his brother's voice is enough to have him running to help.

He can hear the wobble. The pleading. The pure desperation over the phone.

His bags are instantly packed. The flight booked. He'll stay with you both as long as you need, he'll drop every single thing he has planned to be there for you both.

He's even more concerned when you don't fully react to him showing up at the door. You'd usually be stumbling around, rushing to give him the warmest welcome. Excited for him to be there, to get to spend time with the brother you rarely get to see.

But you aren't. You're quiet, your eyes barely drifting to the door before you're focusing on your hands in your lap again, not seeing the look shared between them.

He knew it was bad for Jack to call him, but he didn't realise how far you'd shut down. His concern for you spiking, one look at Jack's shaking hands is enough for him to take charge.

He's used to taking charge of situations, snapping people out of whatever space they're in. Ignoring Jack's panicked look as he strides over to you, sinking to his knees in front of you on the couch.

His eyes narrowing slightly at you as he tries to assess what's going on in your head. He can see the sadness hanging around, he can see the flickers of guilt in your eyes, the way your eyes occasionally glance in the direction of where Jack's standing.

He can tell you feel bad for how you're acting around him, the guilt you feel for shutting him out, but he can also tell you don't know how to stop.

Reaching out to grasp your face lightly, holding your head up enough to force you to keep eye contact. He needs you to stop avoiding the problem. His eyes are soft, but there's also an acceptance for what he needs to do to help.

Dragging the first real noise in weeks out of your throat when he wraps his arms around your legs, rising from his knees, throwing you over his shoulder gently.

The startled noise almost being dragged out of your throat, the noise rough, your throat struggling after the constant silence.

He's ignoring the noise that leaves Jack's mouth. The way he flinches at you being touched, the look of concern that floods his face. The way he moves to walk towards you both, following you both like a nervous puppy.

He's unbothered by any protest that might come from either of you, focused on fixing this. Fixing you. Anything is better than nothing.

He's carrying you over to the kitchen, resting you on top of the counter. Giving you a little warning glare, resting his hand on your thigh, pushing down with enough pressure to deliver the message.

He trusts that you'll behave for him, especially in your state. Turning his back on you to head to the fridge, holding back the groan at the mostly empty shelves. Can his brother even cook? How is he expecting to help you deal with this if he doesn't even have proper food at home?

He'll have to settle with eggs. It'll work. There's bread here too for toast. It'll fill you up, it'll help him start his plan at least until he can go grocery shopping for you.

He keeps sneaking looks at you with every step, noting how you seem to be a smidge more alert, your eyes slowly following him around as he heats up the pan, mostly focused on making easily digestible scrambled eggs for you.

He makes excuses to touch you, pretending that he needs to grab things from drawers, pretending like he doesn't know where everything is. He lived with his brother for years, of course he knows where he'd keep things.

He's trying to calm down the flinching, trying to get you used to people being in your space and touching you again. You're a touchy person, you always have been. The first to reach out for hugs, the first to cuddle with someone. It's why your behaviour is so alarming to both of them.

He can see Jack hovering, but he's making no real attempt to try and control the situation now. He called his brother for a reason. Even if he's nervous, he can see that it's not blowing up in his face. He can see the way your face has relaxed slightly, you're looking less dead.

Quinn's not fucking around when the eggs are almost done, he's grabbing a singular slice of bread to toast, not wanting to overwhelm you with too much food. If he has to force-feed you, he doesn't want you to fear the amount of food.

Cutting everything up into small sizes bites, bringing the plate around to you, resting it next to your thigh. He feels more confident in pushing you, watching your eyes widen slightly as he traps you against the counter.

He's not restricting you, but his hands are on either side of your thighs. There's no pressure against you, just him in your space. It's the first strong, easily visible emotion he's seen from you. It's progress.

Leaning between your legs to grab a fork from the drawer, your legs making more contact with his arms to give him room. He's pulling it out further than it needs to be for him, enjoying how you're letting him touch you. How you're responding.

Stabbing a piece of the toast and eggs together, his movements gentle. He needs to strike a balance with you, needs to keep you on your toes. Raising the fork up to your mouth like he's approaching an easily startled cat. He can see the flicker of protest in your eyes when he pushes it against your lips.

He's not above dirty tactics, sliding his free hand to your inner thigh, just high enough to make you open your mouth in shock. The fork slides into your mouth before you can register his plan.

You're startled, swallowing instantly, your body reacting to stop you from choking.

Quinn looks a tad smug, hearing the huff coming from Jack's mouth. He knows he's relieved that you've finally had the first bite of something more substantial, but he's also probably irritated that he hasn't been able to make you do something that Quinn's so easily done.

Your protests are quiet now. It's like you've accepted your fate, swallowing every little mouthful he gives you. He doesn't rush you, he doesn't force it on you. You're opening your mouth for him without him pushing you. You don't look sick, you look more alert and normal with every single bite.

He catches your whine as he pulls away, masking his smirk as he reaches for a glass above your head. Filling it with just enough tap water to help your throat. He knows you must be in pain, it's overwhelming going from nothing to everything.

When he's sure your stomach can deal with everything he's put you through, he's hooking your legs over his arm, pulling you against him as he lifts you up. His little head nod towards Jack as an encouragement while he carries you over to the couch.

He's waiting for Jack to sit down first, gently placing you against him. Both of their bodies relaxing as you lean into him slightly, resting your head against his hoodie covered body. It's the first touch you've initiated with Jack in what feels like forever.

Quinn's settling down on your other side, not leaving much room between all of you. He's almost pushing against you, the heat of their bodies sandwiching you on the couch, making you melt.

They're content to sit there in silence with you, keeping up the constant physical pressure. Trying to mimic a weighted blanket against you, wrapping their hands around your thighs. They can feel you tense up slightly before you're relaxing into it, fully accepting their touch.

Their hearts hurting when they hear the soft sobs escaping you, the way you hiccup. The way you try and bury yourself further between them, their hold on you tightening with every tear.

They're here for you, they'll get you back to your usual self.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR THINGS FRIENDS SAY TO EACH OTHER *  assorted dialogue for a multitude of friendly and platonic conversations and situations ranging from soft to dramatic, adjust as necessary

of course i love you. you're my best friend.

i really couldn't do this without you.

did you just call me your best friend?

that's what friends are for.

if you know me so well, what's my favorite color?

remember when they mistook us for siblings?

you're the only person i've ever trusted.

i know i can count on you for anything.

do you approve of them?

there's nothing i wouldn't do for you.

if something was wrong, i would tell you.

i can tell when you're lying.

okay, now tell me the truth this time.

i'm not leaving you behind.

i don't know what i'd do if i lost you.

let's not fight like that again.

i always knew you would accomplish amazing things.

that wasn't fair of me to say to you.

i'm sorry i upset you.

i know everything about you.

maybe we should go someplace fun.

will you be in my wedding?

we've been friends for years. you think i didn't know?

i figured you'd tell me when you were ready.

you called me your best friend.

if it matters that much to you, we'll do it.

i just want you to be happy above all else.

you deserve a whole lot better, you know.

i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.

you've always been there for me, no matter what.

i'd risk my life to save you.

we need a girls trip.

i know you better than you know yourself.

you don't think i can tell when you're lying?

you can't get anything past me.

as your best friend, i have to step in.

that's wrong, and you know it.

i love you, but not in that way.

we need to get out of here. just us.

you mean the world to me.

you deserve better than the way they treat you.

i think i have a right to express my honest opinion when it comes to my best friend.

the only way we survive this is if we work together.

you trust me, don't you?

we could sit for hours in silence, and i'd still love the time we spent together because it was with you.

i can tell you anything, and you won't judge me.

maybe we should take a trip together, just us.

i'm so happy for you and the life you've created.

you know me so well.

one day we'll end up in rocking chairs on a porch together, complaining about everything.

you're like a sister to me.

you're like a brother to me.

you're practically family at this point.

if you asked me to help you hide a body, i would.

no one messes with my best friend.

excuse me, but i'm your best friend. i think i have a right to know.

i've known you all my life.

i hate it when we fight.

[gothamite-rambler]

Nightwing (shrugging): Baby bro, I thought we were brothers. I thought you loved me.

Red Hood (elbowing a goon): What? What? Don't call me 'baby bro' in any context, but also what?

Nightwing (walking over to his brother and ignoring the attacking goons): Don't act dumb. You and Ravager, a couple and nobody told me. I can't believe you and Ravager were dating and never told me. What gives?

Red Hood (lying): We're not... Dating. I hate her. Dating? Her? Gross.

Nightwing (crossing his arms): Red Hood, you have a terrible poke face as it is. You know, I don't like receiving a frantic call from Batman telling me this.

Red Hood: He's lying... To get back at me for... Something. As soon as I remember it I'll tell you.

Nightwing: Red Hood. Come on, be honest.

Red Hood sighed, turning away from his brother. Nightwing smiled, a dry chuckle leaving his lips.

Nightwing: Chill, I'm not mad at you guys for dating. I'm mad that Batman fought Deathstroke after finding out and I wasn't there to tag team in the fight. Deathstroke being horrified at you two dating isn't only funny, but makes me proud of Ravager. She picked a goody two shoes to be with.

Red Hood: Kill me again.

Nightwing: I'm happy about this. Just wish you told me before everyone else found out. I'm the last person to find out, you made me look like a dunce.

Red Hood: Seriously? Most of the Titans already knew, I thought one of them would squeal.

Nightwing: Nope. They had a good laugh at my expense, but I don't care. You and Ravager... I didn't expect it, but you've both been enjoying each other's company for however long you've been dating.

Red Hood (kicking a goon): And you're not mad or disappointed or freaking out?

Nightiwng: Nope.

Red Hood (worried): Not going to mock me?

Nightwing: Nope. You're dating Ravager, not Deathstroke himself. She's come a long way. If I had an issue with it, I'd be freaking out like papa right now.

Red Hood laughed, nodding in agreement.

Red Hood: Since you're not in the dark about this anymore... I need advice about dating a crazy woman who I think I'm... Really liking.

Nightwing: You want advice from me? Yes!To start, if she asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable you can tell her no.

Red Hood: Good to know, this leads to five other questions about positions in the bedroom. What the hell is a "pretzel" and does the kama sutra hurt people?

Nightwing: You really are innocent to all stuff. This is going to be a whole night conversation. Let's walk.

[cherryeclipses]

long lost ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

soldier boy x female reader

fluff, angst, reunited lovers, secret lover, lets pretend soldier boy is a good person, implied smut.

summary: butcher is hell bent on finding what killed soldier boy, he went on his own mission to find soldier boy's rumoured mistress for answers

word count: 2,028k

set in season 3, I haven't finished the boys & tbh I will get some things wrong and there's some stuff I straight up made up but its fanfiction so ignore it.

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A strong smell hit your nose as you were dragged down the stairs - the room smelt musty and damp, like you were in someone's basement. The cuffs on your wrists were starting to pinch now, you wished whoever had kidnapped you would hurry up and get to the point so you could get these things off.

"What the fuck Butcher?" you could hear a voice ask in shock as you were being jerked down into a chair before the blindfold was finally ripped off of your eyes. What the fuck kind of name is Butcher, you thought. "Fucking about time." You snarled at the tall man who had brought you here. "Who is this?" The same man who had spoken before asked your kidnapper. He was scrawny and genuinely appeared terrified. "She's someone who can help us find what killed Soldier Boy." Your kidnapper answered, his voice low and raspy. "Is that seriously what this is about?" You spoke up. "You could have just asked instead of dragging me all the way here...unless blindfolds and handcuffs is what gets you off." You look at the two men with one eyebrow raised. "Oh really? So you'd just tell me what poison is strong enough to kill Soldier Boy?" The man you now knew as 'Butcher' crossed his arms over his chest. "I would." You said teasingly. You had had your fair share of men like him and knew he wouldn't hurt you if you had information he wanted. Butcher rolled his eyes, "well go on then." "Cuffs off first." You demand. "Not a chance." "Well guess you'll have to kill me. I'm not telling you shit."

The scrawny man took Butcher aside, poor guy looked so confused, you wondered if he had been kidnapped too. "You can't just take people as hostage because they might know something about Soldier Boy!" "Not might. She definitely knows what happened. You really don't know who she is?" Butcher asked Hughie, keeping one eye on you. Hughie shook his head, allowing him to continue. "That is Y/N. She's a Supe but was never considered powerful enough for Vought. To be honest I don't even know what her powers are. She was rumoured to be Soldier Boy's girlfriend." "Hang on, I thought Soldier Boy was with Crimson Countess." Hughie interrupted. "No, no that was like his stage-wife. This girl was apparently the real deal."

"Hey boys I'm still here and my wrists are killing!" You shook your restrained hands for effect. "Are you sure? She looks way too young." Hughie questioned. Butcher only offered a shrug in reply, as he walked back over to you. "Now sweetheart, if I take these cuffs off, you'll tell me everything you know and continue to help us for as long as we need you. Understand?" Butcher knelt down so he was at your eye level. You breathed in, he smelt like cigarettes and scotch, disgusting. "Fine." You lied through your teeth. Butcher reached around and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing your wrists. "Thank you." Butcher pulled up his own chair across from you. "Now tell us, what you know about Soldier Boy."

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"He's not dead." You say nonchalantly. "You're lying." "You think there's anything out there strong enough to kill him?" It had always offended you that everyone dismissed Ben's death so quickly. He was invincible, the strongest Supe the world had ever seen and they all thought he was dead. "Then where is he?" Butcher was getting frustrated, he hadn't expected you to be so calm. "You think if I knew, he'd still be there?" You asked, starting to get frustrated yourself. Not a day went by where you didn't think about him, wishing you could bring him back. "For fuck's sake!" Butcher stood up, storming out of the room. You stretched out in your chair, looking around the room for the first time since arriving. "I'm sorry about him - about all of this." Hughie offered. "You could just leave, I'll take the blame, I swear." You laughed, he seemed sweet. Clueless, but sweet. "Thank you, but what does he want to get out of all this anyways?" Hughie looked around the room quickly before answering you "we want to take out Homelander."

And there it is. You hated the Homelander as much as the next sane person but you failed to see how anyone could even come close to hurting that racist, soldier boy wannabe.

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You had given up helping Billy and Hughie on finding Soldier Boy. You gave them all the information you had but it was limited - Ben always kept you at arms length away from his work. Not wanting you to get involved with Vought or his teammates.

You were laying in bed, attempting to sleep off a hangover when your phone buzzed on the bedside table. You tried ignoring it but whoever it was, was persistent. “What’s so important?” You grumbled into the phone. “Good mornin’ to you to sweetheart.” The familiar voice of Billy Butcher rang in your ears. You rolled your eyes, you had thought you were done with him. “What is it Butcher? I told you I can’t help you anymore.” “We found something you ought to see.” He said slyly. “Mhmm. Well it can wait until my brain stops pounding against my skull and -“ “We found him.” Butcher interrupted. You shot up in bed, heart racing “come again?” “You ‘eard me. Now you know where we are, so I’ll see you soon.”

The call dropped and so did your jaw. Was he lying? You had done nothing but help him on his suicide mission. But with that small seed of hope in your heart, you jumped out of bed and got ready as fast as you could. Gulping down painkillers and water and brushing out your hair before racing out of your apartment. Butcher was going to experience a slow, painful death if this was all just a plot to get you there.

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You finally arrived at Billy's, straightening your shirt and taking a deep breath in before banging loudly on the door. You knew Ben had been sold off by his team and deep in your heart you knew he had survived whatever torture they submitted him to but you never had any proof. You hadn't seen or heard anything of him since 1984.

You heard the scuffle of footsteps down the hallway when Hughie answered the door, ushering you in quickly. "Hey, that was fast." He said surprised. You only gave a small smile in return before following him round the corner. Your breath became caught in your chest as you saw him. Soldier Boy. Standing in front of you, looking like he hadn't aged a minute since you last saw him. His hair brushed neatly back, his old uniform fitting him like a glove, contouring his muscular frame. Those beautiful ocean blue eyes, making contact with yours made you weak.

"Y/N?" He asked in shock, taking a step toward you. Your legs were shaking, you didn't know what to say. Was he still the same man you had fallen in love with all those years ago? "H-how? Where have you been?" You managed to get out. Trying to not be too hopeful. "Russia. God you're still as beautiful as ever." "I know you were in Russia but how are you here? How are you still alive?" You question, brushing off his flirtation. "It's a long story. But c'mon you think those Russians could kill me? I would've thought you had more faith than that." "So you're still you? They didn't clone you or something? This isn't some kind of sick joke?" You look pleadingly between Billy and Ben. "No joke sweetheart. It's really your lover boy in the flesh. Original costume and all." Billy teased. Tears welled in your eyes as you embraced Ben in a hug. "I always believed you were still alive." You whispered to him. He pulled back for a moment, taking you in before kissing you passionately. You suddenly felt 25 again. Your hands found his hair and you pulled him closer, never wanting him to be away from you again.

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After briefly reconnecting with Ben you found your self sat at the table with him and Hughie. More specifically sat in Ben's lap, a glass of whiskey in your hand. "Ok I need to ask, how old are you?" Hughie questioned. You narrowed your eyes at him, "how old do I look?" "Not a day over 27, that's why I'm asking." You took the blunt from Ben's mouth, taking a moment to inhale before answering. "Hughie, google is free...but my cells regenerate 100 times faster than human cells, which means I heal almost instantly, it also stopped the aging process when I turned 30. It was a side effect of compound V. I didn't get any of the super powers my parents had hoped for." You returned the blunt to Ben's mouth but not before placing a gentle kiss to his lips first. You didn't care about your blatant public display of affection; you hadn't seen your man in over 30 years, you deserved it. "Holy shit. So you're like immortal or something?" Hughie asked, intrigued. You shrugged "I've made it this long, I guess only time will tell, unless someone tries to kill me." You reply honestly.

Butcher calls for Hughie from the next room, leaving you alone with Soldier Boy. "I've missed you so much." You whisper to Ben, turning around in his lap to face him. "No need to miss me anymore. I'm here and this time there's no way to get in our way." You rest your forehead against his, "I haven't had a chance to show you how much I've missed you yet." "Oh really?" He runs a hand through your hair. "Mhmm" You nod. "You should come see my apartment tonight, it's a lot nicer than the last place I had." He chuckled at that, remembering your last home; it was styled straight out of a 70s magazine. Brown patterned wallpaper with deep burgundy shag rugs and an orange couch that always faintly smelled of cigarettes. You had both made it a goal to have sex on every surface of that house. You kissed Ben's cheek lightly, bringing him back to reality. "Why wait until tonight?" He asked teasingly.

When Hughie and Butcher returned to the kitchen you and Ben were long gone.

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It was the middle of the night, Ben was fast asleep in your bed, but you couldn't sleep. The excitement of the day keeping you up - you were almost afraid if you went to sleep Ben would disappear again. You brushed a strand of hair back off of his face, he looked so peaceful as he slept. It reminded you of when you first met.

He was a soldier in World War 2, you were a nurse. It was a typical love story. He was your favourite patient. You were tasked with treating those soldiers who were undergoing the compound V trials. Watching over them and keeping an eye on any unusal side effects. "Is everything ok?" You had rushed to Ben's bed after he was heard crying out for help. "No, it's my heart I think." "What's wrong?" "It's breaking because you won't go out on a date with me." He said with a smile. "Benjamin! You have to stop that." your cheeks flushed pink "I have people in real pain." "This is real pain, only you can fix it." You rolled your eyes with a smile. "Goodnight Benjamin." After the war he came straight to you, kissing you out of pure joy and begging you again to go out with him.

"Stop staring, it's creepy." Ben mumbled, pulling you out of your memories. "Sorry, it's not everyday your boyfriend comes back from the dead." You tease, resting your head on his chest. "What were you thinking about?" "Us. In those early days. You remember before you became Soldier Boy." "Of course I remember. I could never forget you in that sexy nurses uniform." He kissed the top of your head.

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I hope this was okay! Im just a casual fan of the show so hopefully it wasn't too ooc.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐰𝐝:

emails i can't send

❝ it's times like these wish i had a time machine. ❞

❝ there's no us in us when i'm lacking trust. ❞ 

❝ you disgust me. ❞

❝ i get nice guys and villanize them. ❞

❝ scared i'll find out that it's true. ❞

❝ and, god, i love you, but youre such a dipshit. ❞

❝ please fucking fix this. ❞ 

vicious

❝ and i tried to look for the best in the worst. ❞ 

❝ but like, fuck me, that caused a commotion. ❞

❝ you're lucky i'm a private person. ❞

❝ why you gotta be so vicious? ❞

❝ you just run to whoever is winning. ❞

❝ said that it was me and you for life. ❞

❝ you don't feel remorse. ❞

❝ you don't fee the effect. ❞

❝ cause you don't think you hurt me if you wish me the best. ❞ 

❝ i was only the next one to take your love songs as a promise. ❞ 

read your mind

❝ say its hard, but you make it look easy. ❞

❝ tell me that you miss me in your life. ❞

❝ i can't read your mind. ❞

❝ to think that we could be casual. ❞

❝ you're not my friend and baby, you never were. ❞

❝ did i get the message in the way you intended? ❞

tornado warnings

❝ don't understand how quickly we get right back in the rhythm without missing a step. ❞

❝ but i want you here sometimes. ❞

❝ i guess maybe thats why i'm lying to my therapist. ❞ 

❝ i think he's onto me every time i say, "i'm over that son of a bitch" ❞ 

❝ i deserve an hour in a week to focus on my thoughts. ❞ 

❝ i'll drive you home. ❞ 

❝ you drive me crazy. ❞ 

❝ i'll call you out. ❞

❝ but thats not gonna stop me. ❞

because i liked a boy

❝ i said i wanted thin mints and you said you knew a guy. ❞

❝ who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless? ❞

❝ now i'm a homewrecker. ❞

❝ tell me who i am. ❞

❝ guess i don't have a choice. ❞

❝ i'm a hot topic on your tongue. ❞

❝ i'm not carastrophizing, everythings derailing. ❞

❝ you said i'm too late to be your first love but i'll always be your favorite. ❞

❝ i got death threats fillin up semi trucks. ❞

❝ and all of this for what? ❞

❝ when everything went down, we'd already broken up. ❞

❝ all because i liked a boy. ❞ 

already over

❝ same time here next weekend. ❞

❝ how am i supposed to close the door when i still need the closure? ❞

❝ how am i supposed to leave you now that you're already over? ❞

❝ selfishly don't wanna give you time to be on someone else's lips. ❞

❝ after the aftermath, i know you'll be coming back. ❞

❝ and it won't be the last time. ❞

❝ i say, "i'm done, " but i'm still confused. ❞ 

how many things

❝ there's no hidin' from the thought of us. ❞

❝ i got ways to find you anywhere. ❞

❝ and we talked until the same came up. ❞

❝ i wish we stayed just like we were up there. ❞

❝ it doesn't matter whether not i want to. ❞

❝ i can't help it, it's a habit. ❞

❝ i feel myself falling further down your priorities. ❞ 

❝ that never made too much sense to me. ❞

❝ you really came to me for sympathy? ❞

❝ am i not even a second thought? ❞ 

bet u wanna

❝ it's all unfloding. ❞

❝ now you say you hate all the empty space. ❞ 

❝ didn't think about it when you let me down. ❞

❝ bet you wanna touch me now. ❞

❝ it's cold out there. ❞

❝ let me know what you found. ❞

❝ bet you wanna love me now. ❞

❝ is that feeding all your fears? ❞ 

❝ your so-called friends are gone. ❞

❝ i know what you're bout to say. ❞

❝ bet you're reminiscing. ❞

❝ i bet you hate the way you said goodbye. ❞

❝ and you still can't even tell me why. ❞

nonsense

❝ think i only want one number in my phone. ❞

❝ treat me like a queen. ❞

❝ but i can't help myself. ❞

❝ i don't want no one else. ❞

❝ baby, i'm in too deep. ❞

❝ i'll be honest. ❞

❝ lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense. ❞

❝ i can't find my chill, i must have lost it. ❞

❝ you gotta keep up with me. ❞

❝ i got some young energy. ❞

❝ i don't even know anymore. ❞

❝ i bet your house is where my other sock is. ❞

❝ that one's not gonna make it. ❞ 

fast times

❝ sun's up too soon like daylight savings. ❞

❝ ahead of myself's an understatement. ❞

❝ but what the fuck is patience? ❞

❝ no time for rewrites. ❞

❝ give me a second to forget i ever really meant it. ❞

❝ we couldn't help it. ❞

❝ my feelings used to be serrated. ❞

❝ but you speak in such a perfect cadence. ❞

skinny dipping

❝ we've been swimmin' on the edge of a cliff. ❞

❝ i'm resistant. ❞

❝ it'd be so nice, right? ❞

❝ water under the bridge. ❞

❝ we won't sit at our same old table, i promise. ❞

❝ we'll be thinkin' about how different we are from those scared little kids. ❞ 

bad for business

❝ all of my friends think i've gone crazy. ❞

❝ we look good in photographs. ❞

❝ i like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes. ❞

❝ it's sad but true, and i know it. ❞

❝ i can't find a single reason. ❞

❝ he ruined all my plans. ❞

❝ and he just makes me so crazy. ❞

❝ i know everyone sees that he'll be the death of me. ❞ 

❝ he's good for my heart. ❞

❝ he's very bad for business. ❞

❝ but they don't know me. ❞ 

decode

❝ you're good at impersonating someone who cares. ❞

❝ you had me for a minute there. ❞

❝ where else can we go? ❞

❝ there's nothing left here to decode. ❞

❝ it's just getting old. ❞

❝ there's a weight off my shoulders now that i don't chase you. ❞

❝ i wanna make a video to our future selves. ❞ 

opposite

❝ so you do have a type and it's not me. ❞

❝ so you can reply, just to not me. ❞

❝ you knew i would see that. ❞

❝ you knew i would notice. ❞

❝ she looks nothing like me. ❞

❝ so why do you look so happy? ❞

❝ does she say nothin' so you feel good? ❞

❝ does she get up on top of you more than i would? ❞

❝ does she just love the picture cause you're painting it? ❞

❝ i care, but i don't. ❞

❝ was i being lied to? ❞

feather

❝ i'm your dream come true. ❞

❝ then you pull back when i try to make plans more than two hours in advance. ❞

❝ i got you blocked. ❞

❝ i feel so much lighter. ❞

❝ whatever, you're a waste of time. ❞

❝ your signals are mixed. ❞

❝ you act like a bitch. ❞

❝ you fit every stereotype. ❞

❝ send a pic. ❞

❝ it feels so good not caring where you are tonight. ❞

❝ excited to never talk. ❞

❝ i'm so sorry for your loss. ❞

❝ you miss me? ❞ 

lonesome

❝ if i fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too? ❞

❝ why were you somewhere else? ❞

❝ i know you know it keeps me up. ❞

❝ did you even give a fuck? ❞ 

❝ you can't spell lonesome without me. ❞

❝ i can't escape your history. ❞

❝ tell me i was more than just a decent opportunity. ❞

❝ isn't it kind of strange how it all changed when i wasn't the one they wanted you to love? ❞

❝ you just can't. ❞

things i wish you said

❝ i always reach for your leg over there on your side of the car. ❞

❝ baby, everything reminds me of you. ❞ 

❝ nobody gets my jokes. ❞

❝ everyone here thinks i'm fucking rude. ❞

❝ when i saw you cry, i didn't handle it well. ❞

❝ without you here, i don't know what to do with myself. ❞

❝ i saw you met somebody and i'm jealous as hell. ❞

❝ sorry, that i pulled the "it's not you, it's me" ❞

❝ one day, i'll make sure you get a real apology. ❞

❝ i waste my time. ❞

❝ i waste my life on idiotic things. ❞

[yan-lorkai]

This idea has been on my mind for a while and was wondering if I could request a Yandere! Lilia Vanrouge x Male! Vampire! Reader platonic headcanons

I’ll try and shorten this as best as I can, but long story short, M! Reader was turned into a vampire when he was 13 years old. He had a rare illness that shortened his lifespan. His parents were desperate to keep their baby alive. Fast forward to NRC present day, M! Reader is approximately 16,000 years old. Due to his young transformation, he’s stayed in the body of a 13-year-old boy. His classmates assume he’s a child prodigy. He casually mentions his real age during Halloween. Lilia lowkey brain freezes since he’s literally been babying M! Reader since he was first sorted into Diasomnia, and now he’s just finding out that he is in fact the baby in this situation because his 700 years of experience are nothing compared to 16,000 years.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ a/n: This was so funny, help-- imagine you dote and baby talk with someone and then you found out that this person is older than you. Tbh this happens with me all the time 🤡🤡 y'all I'm 20 but I have the same face since I was like 12. Anyway, I hope u like darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You must think this is funny. But you can see Lilia going through the 5 stages of grief in the short span of 10 seconds. First of all, he is in disbelief. Completely, utterly disbelief as he stares at you. As a general, he knows you're not lying and this leaves him with conflicted emotions he has to deal with before approaching you again (which happens quite quickly to be honest, Lilia is old enough to know that the age difference doesn't matter all that much. You're immortal, he is immortal. So what?)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He understands the struggle you may go through, looking this young but being this older, alone while you wander the world without ever stopping. As another immortal being who fought and saw death, Lilia can relate with your problems more than anyone, even if he is so much younger than you, he is still too paternal with you, it's the fae instinct.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Which isn't to say that you don't tease him for being small, cute and younger than you are. Yet, for the first time in a long time, you feel you can simply relax and stop being so on guard. Someone else can see you and it's offering you a shoulder to lean on, so you take that offer; even more because it's hard to be alive this long and being so lonely. You sometimes miss your family, though you can't remember at all their faces or voices, or even the time you spent with them. It was so long ago.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Both of you develop a codependent relationship where you fall into the role of a dutiful son and him into the doting father - it's so strange at first because you can't remember how a dad acts nor what they do with their sons and the time passing doesnt help at all. Though age doesn't matter. What matters is that both of you are healing and learning with one another slowly.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ If you're ever feeling hungry, he lets you drink from him or from a cup if you're uncomfortable. Though, he can help you hunt for blood if needed. He knows some students who were talking badly about you that nobody would miss.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Overall, he will adopt you and introduce you to his other children, hoping that all of you get along, even though your secret is very much safe with him if you don't want him to spoil it to them or to anyone else.

[crownmemes]

Criminal Sentences, Vol. 23

(Sentences from various sources for criminals and/or dangerous muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You're the architect of your own warped morality."

"You think we're the same? Fellow outcasts?"

"I should warn you, this is not completely legal."

"There's nothing sadder than an old hit man, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you die tonight."

"You've never done that before, have you? Taken a person's life?"

"You have a reputation."

"So, you're going to teach me how to be a cold hearted killer?"

"You're good at this. You're strategic. That's not going to work for me. I need a maniac who's going to burn the house down while standing in it."

"You can't just hurt people! You can't tie them up in their own homes!"

"Do you think that one more corpse means anything to me?"

"You are in my debt. I will call on it."

"I thought if I ever saw you again, it'd be to retire me."

"I was not made to scream."

"I've got a lot of patience, but I don't like it to be tested for no good reason."

"I figure that you're well trained and won't be easily persuaded to talk, but I'm going to ask you some questions anyway."

"If we're to continue, you must know how dangerous this is. How dangerous I am."

"You know that I'd never take that job... Unless the money was really good."

"You've been hiding from me, haven't you?"

"Mischief is best enacted in small groups at very close quarters, don't you think?"

"Just because you're a saint doesn't mean you don't know any sinners."

"There was a time when I would have gladly killed you, and there may come a time when I gladly shall."

"I hope you understand I would have offered you a bribe if I believed you could be bought."

"Murder's not what it used to be."

"I'll be honest with you, I've done my fair share of butchering over the years."

"The forbidden is always desirable."

"You're looking extraordinary pleased with yourself. What have you done? Is it terrible? Do tell."

"I cannot deny that you fascinate me, but I will not participate in your game."

"When it comes to lying, I teach a masterclass."

"I can destroy you in ten words or less."

"I just wanted to say that outside of the whole lying to me about everything stuff, it's been a pleasure working with you."

"I'm thinking of getting a gun for protection. Is there one you would recommend?"

"Mark my words: I'm not one to play games."

"Do you think that you may be a psychopath? I worry that I may be sometimes."

"I didn't want us to meet like this."

"I need to do a bad thing."

"Here's your gun. You get your bullets when I think you deserve them."

"There's snitching and there's lying, and snitching is far worse."

"I have been much feared and hated in my life."

[comicwritesstuff]

okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT i’ve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chase’s childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. She’s staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and he’s… intrigued by her 👀 either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 💐

YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!

Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader

Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.

Chase's POV: 

“Well I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-” My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face. 

I answer the phone.

“Hello, y/n? Whats up” 

“Chase! Long time no talk haha.”

“You called me yesterday.”

“Learn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.”

“I’m moving to New Jersey!!” 

“Wait what? Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.”

“Wow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"

“Um…no…” I sigh, “Just stay at mine for now.”

“Don't even with the sigh i’ve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.” 

I smirk and shake my head, “Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n” 

Y/N’s POV:

I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport. 

Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, “Have a safe flight.” Let's hope so. 

Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)

Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating. 

The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, “Gregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?” Oh well that's a good first impression.   

Scrolling down I see another article, “The world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secrets” 

Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. I’d honestly be gay for him if I was Chase. 

The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable. 

For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky) 

Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring. 

Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her. 

Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun. 

And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier

*Another time skip to plane landing* 

Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible. 

I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago. 

“I’m at the airport, is your flight done?”

“Yep, wya.”

“I’m parked in the front.”

“That's specific” 

“There's no other front dumbass”

I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.

“Man you’re a lot uglier in person” 

I say jokingly, smirking.

“Oh shut up”  

We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work. 

Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so I’m not invading his “man” space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they aren’t even getting my applications in the first place. 

I’m doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.

“Hey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I don’t have money for food, could ya bring it for me?” 

“Nah”

“See you soon”

I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital. 

When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, “Where do I go this place is huge” I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. “Uhm just wait at the entrance i’ll be right there.” He says in a whisper.

He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point. 

Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn he’s even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him. 

“Hey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.” He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I can’t understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House? 

“You're real compliant, you’d make a great hooker.” 

I turn around and side eye him.

“Thanks, so would you.” I say giving a fake smile. 

“Speaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?’’

“I made a bet with Chase.”

“That's really specific and helpful thanks” 

“Oh yeah no problem” 

Sarcastic asshole. 

“If you don’t tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.” 

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.”

“Really? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?” 

“He thinks you’ll fall in love with me so he doesn’t want that to happen, in his words, “She has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.” So he’s trying to prevent it, and he’s sure he can.”  

Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.

“Well to be honest he isn’t wrong.” 

I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down. 

As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down. 

“So are you gonna interview me or something?” 

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.” 

He really is an asshole…it's kinda hot though. 

“Fair enough.” 

We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, he’s clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.

“House!! Y/N! Let me in! This isn’t fair!” He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.

“Okay! Let’s start this interview now.” 

“Y/n! You traitor!” 

Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.   

Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, “First question, do you want the job of being my assistant?” 

“Obviously”

“Great! You have the job!” 

I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people. 

House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside. 

As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as House’s assistant first, but once she saw a…normal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.

Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality. 

Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he was…”himself” that's how I began to fall for him.  

One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught House’s gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable. 

“Something on your mind, House?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us. 

He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, “Oh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend, or husband?” He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated “you get to tell patients they are dying!!” person. And as you’d expect people didn’t respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him. 

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself that a lot too.” I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk. 

“Do you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.” He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what he’s saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time. 

“A boyfriend would be nice.” I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.

“Alright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?” 

Raising an eyebrow I ask, “Are you trying to go on a date with me?”

“I said hypothetically, now answer the question.” 

A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance. 

“Well.” I say, “Hypothetically, I would say yes.” 

“Great, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.” 

 With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our “hypothetical date.” 

The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from a…unique…guy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ). 

As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine. 

“Y/n,” he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. “That outfit makes your ass look nice.” 

I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. “So much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.” 

He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. “Yeah yeah, shall we?” 

With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor. 

As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I’m finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right. 

Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him. 

House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘So, tell my Y/N. What’s the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?” 

I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. “Well, there was this one time in college-” 

“Let me guess,” House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “It involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?” 

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “You could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.”

House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. “I wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.” He states, with a determined and mischievous grin. 

The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under House’s spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general.  

I don’t even realize that we’ve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didn’t want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night. 

When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to end—I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.

House notices my look of disappointment, “I’m aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this won’t be our last date.” 

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane. 

So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit. 

Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far. 

As House’s hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasn’t afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House. 

His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.

“Goodnight House. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.