#But getting back into it is intimidating after not doing it for a while

[vasito-de-leche]

I love, LOVE your characterization of the Saja Boys, and while I know you’ve only written complete dating hcs for Baby and Abs, I was hoping if it was okay if I could request something with the Saja Boys (separately) where it follows the prompt “you're about to argue but you're so pretty that his brain short circuits”? If you don’t want to write for all of them, then maybe you could do Baby and Abs (separately)?

;KPOP DEMON HUNTERS SAJA BOYS - "Too Pretty"

Saja Boys (separate) x Reader 2.5k words silly, fluff Being a demon's soft spot has its benefits. Who would've thought?

i'm so glad you like the way I write them!! this prompt sounded so fun, I just had to try my hand at it, thank you!

this also served as a way for me to slowly figure out how I'd like to characterize the other members o7 I tried to keep the relationship vague enough to be read as whatever people want, so hope that comes across well enough. also also, dont let these dramatic edgy idols fool you, all drabbles end up being silly and cute

JINU

"Are you even listening, Jinu?"

He is, of course. But he'd rather not, especially when you're getting worked up over nothing; so much for escaping an endless cycle of torture in the underworld, he now has to deal with a brand new mess, pacing behind him like a madman. By now, you've probably noticed the monotonous and non-committal answers he's been giving on loop.

"Uh-huh," Jinu's eyes never stray from the notebook in front of him, attempting to come up with a better verse for an upcoming song. And he knows he's fucked up when he hears you groan, stomping towards him.

"Okay, okay. Maybe I stopped listening abooout ... five or ten minutes ago, who's counting, but--"

Your hand comes into view, fast as lighting, and he can only look as you snatch the notebook away from him. Great, awesome.

There goes the perfect verse in his head. He remains frozen for a moment, the hand holding a pen still hovering over the now empty spot on his desk until your voice reaches him once more.

"If you're not going to listen, at least tell me so I don't waste my time talking to you."

Jinu slouches in his seat, raising both hands to cover his face, before sliding them upwards to slick back his hair in a feeble attempt at regaining his composure. You can't even see him from this angle, his back turned to you, but he still rolls his eyes.

You want to argue? Get it out of your system? Fine, he can give you the fight you want.

In one swift motion, his position changes; now he's straddling the chair, a powerplay he's come to master after bickering with his own band for so long, eyes closed as he prepares to deliver a devastating comeback to rile you up. But when he looks up, the golden glow in his eyes wavers--you're standing so close in front of him, looking down at his seated form with your arms crossed, as if daring him to speak.

He doesn't, and you tilt forwards, hair cascading over him so that the only thing he can focus is your face in this one-sided glaring contest.

Jinu has seen you at your best and your worst, but this is the first time he's found himself at the other end of your undivided attention and anger. It is as intimidating as it is alluring. What are you doing to him? Is this allowed? His neck feels hot, his face feels hot. The room feels like it's on fire, but not the same type of hellfire he's grown used to; it's a different sort of warmth, equal parts shame and pleasure as he takes in the sight. His lips part without him noticing, whispering ever so gently.

"Pretty ..."

"What was that?" Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Shitty. I said you look. Shitty. As in, you look like shit. Being angry isn't doing you any favors, you know? You should get some rest, okay. Byeee."

Without giving you any time to react, Jinu fumbles over his words, trips over your furniture and he stumbles out of your apartment in a rush, almost breaking into a sprint for the elevator. It's only when the doors close that he allows himself to breathe in and out, finally noticing the extra passenger inside with him. His bird companion chirps smugly, and Jinu groans into his palms.

"I don't want to talk about it."

ROMANCE

"I didn't mean it like that!"

Romance scoffs at your words, still refusing to leave his room. All the heart shaped decorations seem to mock him as he leans his full weight against the door, easily preventing you from entering no matter how hard you try to rattle the doorknob.

Both of you find yourself at the edge of an argument, and the decision to escalate things lies solely on his hands. He knows this because he can practically hear the affection in your words, even as you whine and tell him to get over himself to talk to you, face to face. That alone is enough to make Romance's chest tighten--no matter how many times he does this, this game of push and pull, you still make sure to chase after him time and time again.

Surely you must be reaching your breaking point; nobody is strong enough to withstand this much heartbreak. Maybe if he tries a little harder, you'll realize that there's nothing good in a future with him.

All he has to do is stay silent and wait for you to leave.

"Then what did you mean?" His voice is whiny, it always is. But you always insist that you love that about him, the way he feels so deeply about everything.

"You really want to argue about something like this?" You're right, you usually are--he's making things difficult when he's not even officially yours. "Well, I don't. So you can call me once you've cooled off."

And just like that, it's quiet; there's no more pressure pushing against him from the other side of the door, no more cutesy nicknames and attempts at coercing him out. Romance's heart drops, and he practically claws his way out, torn between cursing you out for proving him right and leaving, or begging you to take him back and sort everything out as if he hadn't been the one to start this. He's taken only a single step out of the threshold of his sanctuary when your smile greets him--you're leaning casually against the door frame, pretending to inspect your nails.

"So, are you done brooding all by yourself, handsome?"

That playful grin renders Romance speechless; the contrast of your casual attitude against his frenzied panic is impossible to ignore, he's gone through all five stages of grief in under a minute while your trust in him never wavered. Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder because there's a glint in your eyes that tugs at his heartstrings, wild strands of hair that he'd love to twirl in his fingers and kiss ever so gently. Romance knows that you'll let him if he asks for permission, and a knot forms in his throat, face flushed bright pink.

"No." It's all he manages to squeak out before closing the door once more.

"Rommie! Are you mad at me or not?!"

"I don't??? Know??? I need a moment! Just stay there!"

ABBY

"That's the last time I take you anywhere. You can't just pick a fight like that, Abby!" Abby sinks even deeper into the plush cushions of the couch as you continue to scold him, as if his sulking and his silence could single-handedly help him win this argument.

He's already found himself a comfortable spot, but you're still fussing about the living room, throwing your shoes to the side, sending your jacket flying onto the backrest of the sofa, pausing to drink and slamming the glass on the counter a little harder than necessary. Abby knows better than to try and stop you, so he stays put, waiting for his opening.

"What if anyone saw? Did you even think about that? The amount of trouble you'd be in?"

Those are all very good questions that he never bothered to consider; in fact, he still refuses to think about the consequences. There's no point in doing so when you managed to pull him away before he could do any damage to anyone, or to his own reputation as an idol.

"Like they'd even care," Abby huffs, trying to blow a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Just catching a glimpse of us outside is enough to make everyone turn a blind eye, it's almost too easy to work the crowd. One flex of these guns and any broken noses will be totally forgotten."

He makes an attempt to flex said guns, but he finds you looming over him from behind the couch, your grasp on his wrists as steady as death. There is a wild look in your expression, one he can't quite understand, but he finds it impossible to tear his eyes away from you. Getting to play the part of guard dog for you comes as easy as breathing, Abby can't get enough of the little tells that give you away, letting him know that you enjoy his antics--but it never crossed his mind that the tables could be reversed like this.

"Fine, let me put it this way! What if you got in trouble or worse, what if you got hurt? Ever thought of that one? Just because you're an all mighty demon doesn't mean you're--"

"You're hot when you're mad." He blurts out.

"I--What?"

A chance to rectify his mistake is presented to him, and he immediately pivots away from it when you blink your pretty eyes at him in confusion. "I said that you're hot when you're--"

"I heard you the first time, Abby. It's just--were you listening to what I was saying?" Okay, this is his chance to steer the conversation back on track. It's very easy, he just has to--

"If I say no, will you scold me some more?"

"Oh my God. Abby. Nevermind."

MYSTERY

Arguing with you is a rare occurrence.

But so is speaking to you, or engaging in any sort of conversation at all with anyone. This is one of the many perks that came with his role as the cool, mysterious and aloof member of the Saja Boys; anything he didn't feel like addressing could be easily swept under the rug and left ignored for centuries. This had been Mystery's modus operandi for years, and he wasn't planning on changing it any time soon.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite, filling the silence he often sought so desperately, until your voice became background noise in his life, a constant, confusing and somewhat comforting presence that simply followed him around.

Mystery still remembers the first time he deigned himself to reply, something off-handed that didn't matter at all, and yet you clung to his every word and went the extra mile to include him in your one-sided talks. It took a long time for the demon to get used to this, and an even longer time to acknowledge the fact that he enjoys the sound of your laughter, way better than the miserable voices crawling in the back of his mind.

Which is why the claustrophobic and oppressive silence lingering in the room irks him to no end. You're supposed to be talking, not playing hard to get or ignoring him over a stupid argument; the way you brush past him, barely acknowledging his existence as you go about your day is getting under his skin in ways he never knew were possible.

And then, for a fleeting second, you meet his gaze--this moment lasts for an eternity in his eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to seize the opportunity and break the ice, but before he can get a single word out, you turn around and begin to scroll through your phone. That's the last straw.

Mystery stands up and forces himself into your peripheral, hands firmly planted on the wall, trapping you in.

For the first time in forever, he wants to scream, to bark, to growl and give you a piece of his mind. But when he sees the way you awkwardly avoid his gaze, fiddling with your hands and standing at your tiptoes, Mystery relents and his frustration is replaced with something else; endearment. You're still wearing his merch, one of the very first shirts the Saja Boys released long ago with his name written on it, you're still attempting to hide from him despite knowing there's nowhere in the world you could go without him finding you.

Slowly, Mystery raises a hand towards you, enjoying your half-hearted attempt at shaking him off, pretending to bite the air near him.

And then he pinches your nose. "Cute."

After that, he leaves. You'll come around when you feel like it.

BABY

"You went too far this time, there was no need to get so personal back there."

"That's the entire point of dissing someone, duh. So, was it good? Did you like it?" Baby kicks his feet, hands cupping his cheeks to make himself look as innocent as possible. "I didn't know I could rhyme that many words with 'cunt' but it was soooo fun! Right, right?"

"Baby!"

Tsk. Guess it's the hard way today. That cute expression quickly turns into a scowl and he makes a bee-line for the fridge, if only to find something to drink and distract himself with.

He blows bubbles into the silly straw, sulking in the kitchen. "What? They got what they deserved. What kind of idiot would challenge me to a rap battle if they can't take the heat? Hellooooo, it's Baby Saja we're talking about."

"But it was a friendly thing, you turned it into a massacre for no reason."

"Heh," he knows he shouldn't, but he snickers to himself anyway. "Guess I did, huh? What, do you wanna have a go in their place?"

This is how Baby likes to play, to earn a reaction and entertain himself if only for a little--but you always know better than to play into his shenanigans. And you also know how to get a message through his thick skull, something that continues to astonish him to this day.

Baby continues to sip away on his drink as you busy yourself, fully believing himself to be the victor of this round. But dread starts to make its presence known deep in his chest as he sees you slowly gathering your things--this isn't how things usually go, you always stay the night at his place to keep him company, watching horrible romcoms, eating snacks and falling asleep at 5 a.m.

So why were you leaving?

"Hey, hey. Woaaah! Are you really going to ditch me because I got a little mean to some rando? That's so unfair." The look you give him is enough for his act to crumble, and Baby groans dramatically before hurrying to your side, tugging onto the hem of your sleeves. "Stay here! Pleeeeeeaase? I'll behave next time!"

It doesn't work; you pinch his cheeks and pull, stretching them like mochi. Your voice is stern, even after you let go. "You're old enough to know that what you have to say is 'sorry,' Baby. But if you want to beg for forgiveness, you'll have to try a little harder than that."

Shit. So much for being unfair, the tone of your voice and that look in your eye are more than enough to get all the thoughts in his mind twisted up--Baby hates when you don't indulge him, but even he has to admit that he loves that stubborn streak in you.

"What? Cat got your tongue? I know you well enough by now, there's no way you have nothing to say."

You never waver, meeting his eyes with the same intensity, running a hand through your hair. Baby's mouth turns into a fine line, followed by a pout. If he says anything right now, he'll most likely end up digging his own grave. You look SUPER hot right now, is that good enough to make up and get you to stay? Something like that would most likely earn him the silent treatment for a week.

"Sssssssorry ..."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it--"

"...for being soooo damn good at my job. Like it's my fault?"

"I'll see you tomorrow Baby."

"Aw, c'mon!"

[sinsxo]

excuse me. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. you were checking yourself out in the mirror, completely unaware that they were also waiting to use it.

note. idk guys i’m in a writing slump

cw. drabble, lighthearted fic.

wc. 0.7k words, not proofread.

context:

the fitting room at this clothing store was ridiculously far away, a long walk from the section with good clothes.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he spots the mirror from across the aisle and beelines for it, hoodie in hand, ready to see if the color suits him. but then, you’re already there.

you were checking yourself out, not even a single piece of clothing in hand. turning side to side. tugging your own shirt up slightly to see how it falls on your waist. he stops dead in his tracks like he just walked into a crime scene.

“oh, sorry. you go ahead!” he said, way too politely.

you glance at him through the mirror.

“it’s okay, you can use it.”

“no! it’s fine! take your time! you were here first!” he says, way too fast.

you pull him by the arm to the mirror.

“it’s big enough for us both,” you say, resuming your inspection like nothing happened.

he panics for half a second, but then holds up the hoodie to see how it fits on him. he looked unsure and awkward.

“that looks good!” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “the design suits you.”

“really? i’ll get this one then,” he smiles. “thank you!”

he leaves with the hoodie and a brain permanently engraved with the moment your hand touched his arm.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you’re trying to figure out a million ways to style the piece of clothing you’re holding, too concentrated to notice anything else.

rin is already standing behind you. has been for like a full minute.

he’s holding a jacket, one hand in his pocket, and staring directly into the mirror like he’s trying to set it on fire. it’s not intentional. he just looks naturally pissed off at all times.

you finally catch his eyes through the mirror, and got a little surprised.

“...do you wanna use it?”

“not in a rush.”

“you’ve been standing there for a while. we can share.”

“it’s fine.” he said, politely gesturing for you to continue.

you move to the side, making space for him, but he doesn’t move.

“...you can use it now,” you say, maybe a little bit intimidated by his stare.

he exhales. “thank you.”

then steps forward exactly half an inch. still unintentionally glaring. still scowling. still terrifying. you eventually leave him there in front of the mirror like a mirror demon.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you’re holding a pair of jeans up to your legs, trying to imagine the fit, when he appears beside you. not behind you. not waiting politely. just there.

he’s holding up a puffer jacket, already looking into the mirror like you don’t exist.

you pause. blink.

“…hello?” you say, eyebrow raised.

you knew it was a public mirror, but an “excuse me” would’ve been appreciated.

“you’re not using the top half,” he says casually.

“…what?”

he gestures lazily. “you’re looking at your pants. i’m looking at the jacket. we can share.”

you don’t even know how to argue with that level of entitlement.

you stare at him.

“...right. obviously.”

you both looked at your reflections for a while.

“those don’t look that good,” he says, nodding at the jeans.

“neither does that jacket,” you reply.

he huffs a dry response, “okay.”

you go back to comparing colours and he was right, it didn’t look that good. he frowns at the jacket again. it really didn’t look good either.

“do these mirrors make everyone look weird, or just me?” he mutters.

you shrug. “probably just you.”

he turns, finally catching your eye in the mirror.

“you done?” you ask.

“no.”

after a moment of silence, you both walked away at the same time. it’s not friendly. it’s not hostile. it’s something in between, and way more interesting than it should’ve been.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he’s behind you. not quietly. he’s leaning against a nearby rack, yawning loudly like he’s seconds away from falling asleep.

he’s holding a hoodie by the hanger, looking like he wandered into the store by accident.

you’re too focused on checking your reflection to notice. until…

“wonder how long this’ll take…” he mumbles.

you turn. he’s looking straight at you. or past you. hard to tell with half-lidded eyes.

“oh— were you waiting?”

“…mm. maybe.”

“you can use it.”

he yawns again. “nah. too far. i’ll just ask. does this look good?”

he holds up the hoodie, barely even lifting his arm.

you stare. “...it’s fine.”

“cool.” he tosses it over his shoulder like that’s all the confirmation he needs.

he doesn’t even try it on.

did he come here to shop or nap?

you’ll never know.

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[thethreeeyed-raven]

I saw you were taking requests, and I was wondering if you could write fluffy dating headcanons of the Saja Boys? Thank you for your time!

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dating/courting hc's

navigation | a/n : i’m not very good at headcanons (or happiness) so i’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your imagination, i decided to put the two reqs together because it was just easier, the cat pics definitely convinced me😭| tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss

Jinu

i personally think that he would be scared to approach you directly, so i think he would follow you around for a bit and try to get to know you from a distance so he doesn't mess anything up.

the first time he actually does approach you he would be sweating with nerves.

he really wants you to like him.

he would try to play off the sweating and blame it on the heat but it's quite obvious that that's not the reason.

he would try to hide his demon side from you as to not scare you off.

once you start dating he might reveal little bits of his demon side and eventually tell you his story.

if you are a demon hunter he would be even more cautious with revealing himself and hopes that you would accept him.

Abby

i don't think he's the type to court tbh, i think if he liked you he would just straight up tell you.

however this boy has no shame in trying to get you to like him back.

he would flex his muscles even harder when you are around, maybe going as far as to not even wear a shirt.

and if you're anything like me and would shamelessly ogle at him, he would absolutely eat that shit up.

he would LOVE the fact that you're affected by his abs.

he would probably try to get you to touch them at some point tbh.

when you're dating he's even worse this boy would be flexing at any time trying to get you flustered.

Romance

omg he's literally SHAMELESS.

would definitely try to serenade you.

i think he would be someone who feels emotions deeply, so if he liked you it would definitely feel intense.

would definitely write love letters and poems and send you roses nearly every day.

would also definitely write songs about you and force the boys to perform them with him.

if you’re shy he would so eat that up and purposely do things to fluster you.

would probably be the secret admirer type if you were someone he found intimidating, if not he has no shame in showing that he’s interested in you.

Mystery

he’s very reserved so if he liked you i don’t think it would be obvious at all.

he’d probably share things with you to show that he likes you.

the rest of the boys would catch on after a while, not noticing his subtle change in behaviour around you.

would glare at the boys if they get too close to you, and would be even worse once you start dating.

he likes to nibble at your cheeks or any part of your skin that’s visible, it’s how he shows his affection.

i think not showing his face is a choice tbh but i think he would occasionally show his full face in private.

Baby

he’s so nonchalant it’s unreal.

probably acts like he hates you in front of the boys but still has an arm around your shoulder or is touching you in some way.

i don’t think he’s into pda that much so the most he would do is hold your hand or bump knees if you’re sat down.

would definitely write raps about you in a secret notebook that he makes sure is VERY hidden.

he’s not much of a kisser (in front of people anyway) but steals one every once in awhile.

would definitely make you try spicy food with him and laugh if you can’t handle it. (if you get mad he does make it up to you after and acts like he has to when he just wants to see you happy.)

[kkuras-gamer-gf]

Read your diary | Megan Skiendiel

Smut. Any maneskin fans? Loosly based on their song of the same name! Too short, so sorry.

G!p megan. Perv!meg who sneaks into your room when your gone. Reader is just as bad kinda. Perv4perv in a way. Dom!Megan?? Who would've thought

Megan didn't intend on going this far; it started simply as wanting to be a good roommate, doing the laundry. One day while folding and putting it away, she found something, a small book. She shouldn't have read it, but she couldn't help herself.

Surprised by what she found: your dirty little secrets and detailed summaries of your hookups. Then she read further, and her name started popping up. First, just little comments about Megan being attractive, and then it switched; filthy fantasies filled the pages.

The next week, she was doing more laundry, and a pink pair of underwear fell out of the basket. She shouldn't have; she should've just put it back in the basket, but she opted to stuff it in her pocket. Later that night, she wrapped them around her cock as she pleased herself.

It should've stopped there, but it became a bad habit, stealing a pair and then throwing it in the washer after she was done. It was the perfect excuse; you were gone most of the day for work, so she felt comfortable in her dirty routine.

Until today, that is, you had a half day at work. Megan didn't know that, so she assumed it was safe. But it was different this time; she had dared to go further, settling into your bed with your used panties in her panties, reading various pages in the diary.

Just as she reaches into her boxers, you open the door with a sharp gasp at the sight.

"Wh- Is that my underwear?!" You ask, looking at the balled-up fabric in her hand.

"I—I was doing laundry."

"In my bed?!?"

She jumps up, hiding the small book behind her back.

"Well...well." She really didn't want to out herself further, but she also needed a way under your skin to get the control she wanted. "You write about how you want me to fuck you!" A smirk as she gains an upper hand.

Your jaw dropped at this. How'd she know that?

"You—wh—how?" Your cheeks are bright red as you fumble around for words, "Did you read my journal?!"

"This one?" Pulling her hand from behind her back and opening to a page, "I feel guilty. What would she think if she knew I fucked myself in her bed?" She quoted, An embarrassing confession.

"I—stop."

She didn't, flipping forward some pages.

"I wish instead of my fingers it was her coc—"

"Don't act like you're innocent." You interrupt, "You take my underwear when you do laundry. God knows what you do with it."

"I think you know what I do with it." She takes a step, making you gulp, "And I think it turns you on." Faces now only a couple inches away.

"You're disgusting." It's more of a whisper, not meaning it enough to put effort in. She wasn't wrong; you knew that with the way your core dripped.

"I'm disgusting? I'm disgusting?? Says the slut who writes chapters about me and my cock. Let's see, which page was it..." Long fingers flip through pages, "In my dream last night—"

"Fuck you."

The smirk on her face drops, slamming the book shut and throwing it on the bed before a hand moves to wrap around your neck, threatening to tighten. As much as you tried to suppress it, you couldn't help the small moan that left your mouth.

"On the bed."

You oblige, lying down, as she uses the grip she has to push you in that direction. Her hands fumbled with the button to the jeans she was wearing, not bothering to take them off, just reaching in a hand to pull her cock out, hard and already glistening with precum.

Bigger than expected, intimidating almost. Your eyes widen at the sight, causing a cocky smirk on the girl's face as she looks down at you like you're her prey.

"Aw, don't tell me it's too big. You can take it, right?" Faux sweetness in her voice.

Nodding rapidly, needing her to do anything to soothe the heat in the pit of your stomach.

At this, Megan pulls you so your legs hang off the edge. Pulling at your jeans and throwing them to the floor, a thumb rubbing over your soaked underwear, practically drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, no wonder I have to do laundry so much."

"M-Megan, please."

"You want these off, huh?" Despite the teasing tone, she pulls at them as soon as you're nodding your head. Though she doesn't throw them to the side, instead balling them up to stuff into her pants, you were too much in a haze to protest, admittedly the act turning you on more.

Her leaking tip slides through your folds with embarrassing ease before sheathing herself inside you in one thrust with no warning; a moan mixed with a cry echoed off the walls.

"Fuuuck." Megan moans as her head falls back at the sensation, "So fuckin' tight."

The brunette's hands grip at your waist, trying to ground herself and not cum right away. Starting with slow, deep thrusts, pulling little noises out of you with every move.

"You know how fucking long I wanted to do this?" Her breathing gets increasingly labored, and she thrusts quicker with her words as if she's working herself up.

"Fix that bratty attitude." A particularly harsh thrust as she mumbles the last part.

"P-pl-please." The words leaving your lips don't even make sense as you beg her, for what you're not sure.

It's like she was made to fuck you with the way her body fit with yours, the tip of her cock reaching where others have. Her tempo changed in tune with your body; it makes you wonder if she's that good or if she did a little too much research.

"Tell me how good this cock feels."

"Shhhit. So, so good." Words slurring at the pleasure, hands grabbing to try and pull her closer.

Megan's hand that once gripped your waist moved to rub fast circles over your clit, your own hand wrapping around her wrist at the overwhelming sensation. You didn't want to admit that your nerdy perv roommate had you close to an orgasm within minutes. Neither did Megan, as she wanted to uphold her current dominance, holding herself back.

"Mm, I want to fill you up." She mutters through her heavy breaths.

The loud moan you let out shows the effect it had on you, clenching around her, basically begging for it.

"You'd like that, right? Having my baby?" Megan's voice lowered as her hips stuttered, the idea making her closer to cumming.

"Yes! Fuck, yes. Please." Tears stream down your face as you plead for her to fill you up. "Want it so bad."

"Yeah? Want my cum, baby?" Breathless moans and whimpers as her once loserish persona fades back in a bit as she reaches her peak.

Pulling out her eyes filled with wonder as she stared at the liquid dripping onto your bedsheets, seemingly never experiencing it before.

Your body lay limp; you barely noticed her cleaning you up with your own underwear and, of course, stuffing them back in her pocket for whatever perverted thing she'd do with them later. Grabbing the diary from beside you and placing a sweeter-than-expected kiss on your cheek before grabbing your laundry basket.

"Same time next laundry day?" She smirks before walking out to your laundry room.

It seems now you have a new tradition for laundry day.

[laduenadelswing]

New favourite

Simon Riley x reader

Fluff

You did not just invite your fucking lieutenant to Christmas, didn’t you? Fucking imbecile!

How could you not? It was after a long exhausting mission, Soap was talking to Gaz, Price smoked a cigar and Ghost just sat in a corner, polishing his weapon, absentmindedly, but he radiated loneliness. Since your the newest addition to the task force, you tried to warm up with everyone, your warm nature usually made it easy for you to connect with people. So, you could not decipher why Ghost seemed to hate it after all? Your small body fell next to him, he gave you an disinterested look, so you rummaged your backpack, pulling out a chocolate bar.

Naturally, you offered Ghost some. He looked at you like he could read your mind, so tall, so intimidating. A blush crept across your cheek, as he took your peace offering, inspected it, pulled up his mask and ate the little sweet. "It's good." A low, deep growl blessed your ears. You could get used to him praising you.

"Thank you, it’s from Christmas, family stuff. You should also come." You stammered, as all eyes landed on you. It slipped out a polite phrase, nothing more, nothing less. He could not have seen the silent longing in your eyes, couldn't he?

A surprised gasp escaped Soap, as Simon nodded. "I will come." He grumbled, a hint of annoyance in his voice. You felt that Ghost was not in the mood to banter with you at that moment, so you stood up and retreated back into your barrack. You invited the Grim Reaper to your home, to celebrate Christmas, he agreed, doesn't he have family? How would that look, a behemoth of a man sitting at your families table? Silent? Disassociating? Commanding? How would a man like him be with your troublesome, loud, colourful family?

You were about to find out.

"Darling? Your back? You look so skinny." Your mum pulled you into a tight hug. "You smell like a battlefield, too." She added as her eyes fell onto the man behind you. Before your noisy mum could ask, Ghost extended his hand.

"Simon Riley, it’s a pleasure. I brought something." His deep voice, usually so commanding and harsh, was pleasant and soft laced with some heartfelt curiosity. He gave your mother beautiful flowers. "

Also some Bourbon for your husband, your daughter told me he'd love that." Simon stated, he has exchanged his tactical mask with a black medical one. You had never told him about that, but Simon read your files beforehand. Your mother pulled him into a tight hug, Simon shrugged. It's been a while since his last motherly hug.

Your mother who was busy with Christmas preparations dictated you, as well as your lieutenant into the shower, as well as the guest shower. He was a guest in your families house. Suddenly Simon was not in full gear any more, he was in a wool black hoody, black jeans and the typical ugly Christmas-socks. Your family invited him in with open arms, delightful, extrovert and loving. Everything your lieutenant did not seem to be, everything he seemed to hate about you. Your father inspected Simon sceptical. What did this mountain of a man do so that his little daughter had invited him to family Christmas? He warmed up to him, as Simon handed over his favourite Bourbon. Man.

Your brother and sister, took a little longer to warm up. Your brother was convinced after they found out that they both love Manchester United and hate Arsenal. "Cunts" Your brother sighed. "Fuck Arsenal." Simon added. Both grunted happily and sipped at their beer. The beginning of a livelong friendship.

Your sister was convinced by the way Simon treated your niece and nephew. Played football and PlayStation, picked up your niece to decorate the Christmas tree.

Simon was very cordial, not talkative but very cordial, human, less commanding, more socially acceptable.

He saw how you helped out everywhere you could, run errands, picking up the niece and nephew, cooking with your mum, bantering with your father, making the best of the family time you had. Your family time in which you kindly invited him. Simon could never show you how grateful he was, he had no family any more, no warmth, no love, it was just him and the 141 until now. Now there was you and your family. After Christmas Eve, Simon was happy, satiated, tired. He sat on the couch. You insisted on cleaning alone, you never spend time alone, just wanted some piece and quite after the troublesome Christmas-days. " Simon, please go to sleep, you're our guest." Your mother tried to convince your lieutenant to rest. He chuckled. "I will, just want to help your daughter a little longer." His reply was humble, polite. Your mother nodded and went up to bed.

It was interesting to see you like this, the always sunny good sport, a little stressed, a little stiff, a little unease written across your facial features. Simon cleaned up the table, handed you dishes, you threw them into the dishwasher.

"You are just like your family." Simon stated, the warmth in his voice clearly audible.

"Annoying?" You questioned, since all of them were a stark contract towards Simon.

"Loving." Simon tilted his head, turned you around, pulling you into a tight hug. Simon; Ghost who never touched anyone, hated to be touched, flinched as your mother has pulled him into a hug. What you weren't aware of is that you were just what Ghost needed. He wanted to distant himself from your warmth, but you got under his skin.

Maybe it was the Christmas spirit, maybe it was the eggnog but suddenly you felt Simons chapped, rough lips on yours. He kissed you softly, passionately. Your glossy lips moved on their on, reciprocating the kiss. You've invited him into your family, he invited you into his heart.

"How was playing house? Had a decent Christmas?" Soap teased his L.t a couple of days later, after a long day on base, over a couple of beers. He grunted dismissively, stood up and left the common room.

Gaz nudged Soap, after Ghost left them. "See, he has a new favourite." Soap handed Gaz 50 bucks, Simon headed towards the dark corridors only to check on you.

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[mi-co-uk]

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

- this is not my au!! if anyone knows who made it originally please let me know so I can properly credit !!

ONESHOT - nerd reader approaches dealer chris in need of pills

WARNINGS: intoxication, alcohol, drugs, mentions of bruises, blood and fighting, implied abuse and unalive attempt.

wc: 1.2k

// NAVIGATION //

she walked as if her feet were heavy, gripping the side of her arm as if it would drop off. She didnt belong there. Not an ounce of confidence, unsure of even her own eye movements. Chris’ eyes met hers occasionally, they were hard for her to miss when they wouldnt leave her the whole night. 

He couldnt rationalise it. He felt an overwhelming urge to look out for her, watching her clueless wandering between rooms like a lost dog. She drank a little to calm her nerves. Stood next to groups of people monitoring and getting herself stuck inside her own head rather than including herself in the conversation. 

The glances were no longer passing ones, she held onto the eye contact, eventually stumbling over with a sense of determination. Chris sipped at his drink, watching as she used the walls to support herself. 

She stood directly in front of him, a little too close and she grew intimidated. She opened her mouth to speak, her hesitation overwhelmed her as she shut down what she had planned to say. Chris raised his eyebrows in question, watching her chest rise as she took a deep breath. 

“Youre the-the drug guy?”

“depends whos asking.” he brought his cigeratte to his mouth to take a drag.

“o-oh- you want my name?”

He shook his head and chuckled, “what’re you after?”

“um, a lot?”

He started pulling bags of pills out from his jacket pocket, running through the maths mentally. 

“enough to um, to kill someone?” she mumbled out quietly, fiddling with her hands.

Chris halted his movements, scanning across her body noticing various bruises and scars barely hidden by the hems of her clothing. He looked back and forth between her eyes, noticing her increased anxiousness. He handed over a few bags, shaking his head and pushing her hand back when she tried to hand over some money. 

“they deserve it?” he mumbled out, holding eye contact while he placed his cigarette back into his mouth. 

she nodded, still unsure of herself as she fidded with both the bags and her money. “yeah. yeah, they do.” 

She now avoided eye contact, only looking up at him to smile in thanks. 

He watched as she headed towards the front door, following in order to poke his head out the doorframe and watch as she disappeared slowly down the street. He hoped that whatever piece of shit had been hurting her got what they deserved. 

“Did you hear about that girl in our year?” one of the girls in the couch wouldnt shut up. Spitting out various personal information shed been entrusted with as she downed her drinks over and over. 

“She like took a bunch of pills and like fully tried to OD”

“Who?” chris interrupted the other groups conversation, breaking his usual bout of silence. 

“Some girl, i dont know” she mumbled out defensively. 

“Was she here last week?”

Another guy chimed in, “that nerd girl?”

“Yes, was it her?” he edged forward on couch, a clear sense of urgency as he pressured the information out of the group. 

“I think so actually! Her brothers a dealer so people think she took from his stash” she laughed as if there was any comedic value in what she was sharing. “Hes basically a murderer!” she gasped and tried to rally up the rest of the group to laugh with her.

“No her brother doesnt sell pills” another girl interrupted. “She mustve got them from someone else."

The silence was deafening. Slow turning of heads towards chris as they connected the dots between his panic and his pills on the table in front of them. 

He abruptly stood up, “whos her brother?”

His anxiety reached a new high, knocking on the front door before pacing on the porch. Her brother answered as he expected.

“The fuck you doing here?”

He scratched the back of his neck trying to swallow down his new found nervousness. “Im here for your sister. I just wanna talk to her.”

Her brother scanned chris up and down, eyes squinted to figure out his intent. 

He tilted his head in a gesture to let him inside, shutting the door behind him. "wait here.” he instructed, heading up the stairs. 

Eventually he came back down and led chris up the stairs. 

His eyes were full of guilt as he approached her bed, her brother stood in the doorway monitoring.

“go away, leo.” she commanded.

He passive aggressively looked between the two of them and reluctantly shut the door. He sat on the end of her bed, watching as she moved her knees up to her chest in a protective position. 

“I wouldnt have given them to you. If id known.” he whispered.

She merely nodded, still processing the fact he was in her house - her room. 

Chris took a deep sigh, “whyd you do it?” there was a hint of anger in his tone. “I thought it was for someone else- for someone hurting you.”

“It was.” she mumbled. 

“You dont count. Another person counts, not yourself. Dont ever pull that shit again.” 

She looked down at her lap, avoiding his intense gaze. 

“Why does it matter? You dont even know me.”

“I dont know you but i know the feeling.”

She looked back in his direction, eyes a little wider and mouth a little agape. 

“And it hurts like hell, but you-” he steadied his emotions. “You arent suppose to die yet. Youre smart, if theres no hope of happiness for you then theres no hope for anyone. Youre suppose to live.”

“‘M not smart-”

“Cmon just listen. Life isnt for everyone, why do you think i have to sell these pills? I havnt got a big bright future ahead of me. You can have one. Just stop being stupid and-”

The door slammed open, her brothers eyes wide full of anger.

“You sold her the fucking pills?” he yelled, chris stood up from his seat and stood closer to the wall near her. 

“Chris. Go home.” she forcefully instructed.

He pushed past her brother, beginning to sprint out the room before he could let out his anger on him. Leo managed to grip his shoulders, shoving him harshly into the wall and watch as he fell to the floor. He started to pummel his fist into chris’ face, gripping his collar to hold him up. 

The girl rushed out of her bed, pulling at her brothers clothes as she yelled at him to stop. Eventually chris managed to push at him, standing himself up quickly and holding his nose as he felt the blood drip from it. Her brother took heavy breaths, standing back in front of his sister in a protective stance. 

“Youre dead. Dont ever go fucking near her.”

Chris looked over to her as the tears brimmed her waterline, he wiped his blood and turned away to head back down the stairs. 

He didnt think he could ever forgive himself. He was lucky enough that she had actually survived it. He barely understood how she did. 

Chris walked himself down the street. The blood flowed down his face relentlessly, but he didnt care about himself even enough to even wipe it before it dripped down his shirt. Her blood was on his hands, he might aswell wear his own. 

a/n i had this random idea so I made it </3

[womanofwords]

Darling Demon (Part 19)

Yandere!batfam x betrothed!neglected!male!reader x yandere!demon!spouse

TW: public humiliation, consensual non-consent.

Azrir had won. They'd taken your virginity at long last, and it felt like fireworks were exploding in your head the whole time. Yeah, being married to them for eternity would be pretty damn good. Most demons would then parade their human around while tormenting them in whatever ways they wanted for the rest of eternity, but Azrir couldn't afford to do such a thing. A prize like you had to be kept safe, after all.

And definitely bragged about.

"Little prize, I have an offer for you," Azrir said. "I've been meaning to show you off, but I had to wait until your virginity was taken so the other demons could smell the sex on you."

"You guys can smell that?" you whimpered.

"Yes, darling. In order to show you off, I'll need to doll you up, and that means bathing you."

Gently, Azrir took you to a bathtub and drew water for you. "I am only going to use unscented soap on you so the scent of sex can still be detected," they explained, as sweat was scrubbed off you. Their hands were thorough, but not sexual, which felt like a relief. Thick, clawed hands rubbed shampoo into your hair. "You will be clean for this demonstration," Azrir said.

"Azrir, who are you going to show me off to?"

"Some of the lower demons. Winning a human spouse is a high honour for us. I want to show them what they will never have."

Humans were a status symbol? Well, that got you thinking. "Azrir, if human spouses are a status symbol, does that make me a trophy husband?" you asked.

Azrir paused, their hands temporarily freezing while soap suds latched onto their claws. "Technically, yes," they admitted.

"Well, Azrir, if I'm really going to be paraded around as your little trophy, then I should get some sort of reward. After all, I have to be actually tempting for this to work."

Azrir forced themselves not to laugh. Here you were, negotiating your way through their own display while being bathed like a show dog. "Very well, Y/N. What are your demands?"

"First, I want to be able to shapeshift on command, too. My family has a tendency of looking for me, and I don't want to be recognisable. Second, curse Damian into compulsively sucking his thumb explicitly while he is trying to be intimidating or cause pain."

"Consider both of those things done, little prize," Azrir said.

"Also, when we get back, I'm going to drink a cup of sex potion, tie you to the headboard, and top you like it's my only reason for existing."

Azrir's mouth curled into a large smirk. "Deal, little human. Now, put on this outfit and let's go taunt some grunts."

*_*_*_*_*_

The outfit Azrir picked out for you was merely a shirt that went halfway down your thighs with the words "AZRIR'S PRIZE" written on the front. "I don't have to remember lines, do I?" you asked.

"No, Y/N," Azrir said. "I must warn you, little toy, that my hands are often going to . . . have a little fun with you, but nothing too far. Just enough to torment those peons."

"I can live with that," you said, as Azrir hoisted you over their shoulder and began to take you to the ring of lust.

You were ogled a lot. You grew up not drawing much attention while with humans, but here, you were drooled over. You really were a prize.

"Give us a piece," a demon growled, reaching towards you. Azrir grabbed their hand between theirs and squeezed it, hard.

"Touch this human, and I shall eat you," they hissed. Demons fled. Azrir took you off their shoulder and cooed at you. "You poor thing, that must have been a nasty thing to see. There, there, I'm here."

You arrived in the ring of lust and met two demons that were significantly smaller than Azrir. "Azrir, what brings you to us?" one of them asked.

"Bringing you motivation," Azrir said, showing you off with pride. "I used to be a lowly and weak demon such as yourselves, but then I toughened myself up and fought for a human spouse. This is what you can have if you work hard. A little human to do . . . this to."

Azrir's hands went up your shirt, and you stifled a yelp. "This is a bit much!" you whimpered.

"I know," Azrir taunted, grinning as the hand over your crotch got more adventurous and audacious. "Want it to stop?"

You felt dizzy, head spinning. "No, Azrir. Please keep going."

"That's what I like to hear."

"So you brought your human spouse here to . . . taunt us?" the first one asked, notes of disbelief in their voice.

"No, of course not!" Azrir lied. "This is what you could have if you applied yourself."

"If that's the case, why are you blatantly pleasuring it in front of us?"

"Because I can and he's mine. And if you just put in the effort to be stronger, you could have one."

You were going crazy. If Azrir kept going, you would legit go insane. You weren't sure whether to be relieved or annoyed when they stopped and put you back over their shoulder.

"I'll see you around, peasants," they laughed, taking you back home to your bed while groping your behind.

Once you were alone together, you were glad to remove that damn shirt. "Honey, you did so well," Azrir said, smothering you in kisses. "And now, your rewards." Azrir snapped their fingers, and changes occurred.

Your body tingled, but only temporarily and it was over so quickly. That had to be the manifestation of your powers. You only really needed to change one thing, really.

"My love, you have shapeshifted your loins," Azrir said, looking down at your dick with alarm.

"All the better for pleasuring you with," you said, as you got yourself the lube and a cup of aphrodisiac.

Your mother screamed with pain as the scoreboard went up again. "WHY ISN'T THAT DEMON GETTING OFF OF MY SON?" she screamed.

"They can't. Your son is on top of the demon, and having a lot of fun with it," one of the demons said.

Limbs were sawed off again, and your mother screamed. "MAKE IT STOP!"

"We can't. It's honestly entertaining," another demon said. "Azrir knows what they're doing."

The numbers on the scoreboard spun again, and your mother's blood spurted in celebration.

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[bfwooin]

How would each of Sabbath crew member introduce their gf to their crew?

if i ain't with you, i don't wanna be.

content. established rs, wooin's just a menace to everyone lol

a/n. havent done hcs in a long timee. hope u like this anon! i locked in and wrote this on my flight.

꩜ vinny.

— honestly, i think he wouldn’t want to introduce you to the likes of the sabbath crew.

— he’s scared that they might take you away from him, despite your loyalty for him.

— but somehow, wooin found out about vinny’s little secret; you.

— wooin may or may not have peeked at vinny’s lockscreen that showed a photostrip of you and vinny together, kissing and acting all lovey-dovey.

— so of course, he needs to find out who the girl is that has vinny so whipped.

— wooin pesters him to bring you to one of their training sessions, and he agrees because he could no longer stand wooin’s annoying rambles.

— you’re now by vinny’s side, clinging onto his arm like a stray as you look at the three intimidating men whom you don’t know the names of before you.

— vinny sighs frustratedly, holding you close by your waist.

— “yeah, she’s my girlfriend.”

— you shyly wave, and vinny immediately turns you away from their gaze as the two of you ditch his training for a date instead.

꩜ joker.

— another victim of wooin’s bugging i fear.

— both him and hyuk gossip about the girl joker sees frequently after his training ends, which is you.

— you always stand by the side, leaning against the concrete wall as you wait for your boyfriend to approach you.

— you’re familiar with wooin due to the many times joker has shit-talked and conplained about him to you.

— so, when you suddenly see the entire crew approach you and joker, cornering the both of you, you know damn well whose suggestion it is to do so.

— joker looks at them with a scowl, glaring at wooin most of the time.

— funny, because he looked at you with such loving eyes seconds ago.

— he grabs your hand from behind, shielding you from the others while him and wooin go back and forth on how he should introduce you to the crew.

— your boyfriend finally relents because all he wanted to do was go back to his apartment and lie in your arms.

— “my girlfriend. bye.”

— he declares monotonously and leaves the three of them behind, pulling you away with him.

— you laugh at his antics on the way home, and he takes it with a subtle blush across his face.

꩜ wooin.

— fucking prick, he’ll show you off like a trophy.

— he’ll boast about you to the rest of the crew, and they’re all sick and tired of the same “my baby’s so pretty, isn’t she?”

— he loves talking about you. and if he’s all talk, he must show it, right?

— he drags you out of the house, not taking your laziness for an answer as he drives you, in his obnoxious car, to his club to meet the crew.

— you walk into the establishment with him, eyes of men and women gawking at the sight of the both of you.

— he has his arm around your waist, possessive and proud.

— he wastes no time and guides you to the table where the three men are seated, and boy does he give you a grand entrance.

— “everyone, say hi to my girlfriend.”

— it’s an order, not a choice.

— he even raises your arm and twirls you around, earning a stifled laughter from hyuk as he couldn’t believe the idiocracy he’s witnessing.

— you’ve managed to make wooin so fucking smitten for you, it’s almost admirable.

— “don’t think about buying any drinks for her, yeah? only i get to do that.”

— warnings after warnings for the boys came out of his mouth as he pulls you close, marking his territory even further.

— you sit down with him, and the three men don’t dare to look your way, earning a triumphant smirk across his lips.

꩜ hyuk.

— it all started when wooin asked him whether he had a girlfriend, or was seeing anyone at the moment

— obviously, he didn’t expect hyuk to say yes.

— he was nonchalant about it as well,

— “mhm, i have a girlfriend, why?”

— wooin was stoked for his best bud, and playfully asked him to invite you over for one of their races.

— another thing wooin expected hyuk to disagree on.

— but your boyfriend said sure to his invitation for you, and now you’re in the sabbath crew’s locker room with hyuk standing behind you.

— he has his hands on your shoulders, his presence towering over your figure.

— “meet my girlfriend,”

— you smile awkwardly and give a small wave, and wooin approaches you with a smirk.

— vinny and joker nod at you in acknowledgement.

— but before wooin could get too close, hyuk pulls you behind him, stepping in between you and wooin.

— possessive indeed, because hyuk has been obsessed with you ever since he locked eyes with you.

— he couldn’t afford to let you get swept away by wooin.

— but you too are as in love as him, tugging the back of his shirt in harmless possession.

— you wish you could see the subtle smirk on hyuk’s face when he realised what you were doing.

[salmoninnit]

Wish You Stayed

ex!satoru gojo x reader x crush?!choso kamo pt. 1 - pt. 2

The sound of your phone buzzing awoke you from your sleep, with a groan you reach for it and open your eyes slightly. 

Satoru: Morning, you fell asleep in the car and wouldn’t wake up. I brought you upstairs and made sure to lock up before leaving. I left some alka-seltzer pills that are on your bedside table. Feel better

Same old Satoru as he was before, caring and considerate towards you even after not speaking for years. A part of you wanted to see this as a good thing but another part felt like you can’t just go back. People change in 3 years, you’ve changed in 3 years.

Nothing ever can be the same, it can only get better or worse. 

A part of you from last night wanted to see how things played out with Choso while another part of you wanted to run back to Satoru. 

You: morning, thank you for bringing me up and for the tablets. my head is pounding

He instantly replied to your message.

Satoru: Yea of course, need anything else to feel better?

You bit your lip, you wanted to ask for something just to see him. But you knew better to do that to yourself. Him being here, taking care of you? It was asking to become putty in his hands and with how shitty you feel, it’d work and rewire everything. 

You: no ill be fine! thank you for offering :) Satoru: Okay, just let me know if you do

You thumbs up the message and toss your phone on the bed. It was 10 am and thankfully you didn’t have plans. You reluctantly got up and grabbed the tablets he left for you. Letting them sizzle in the water as you go to the bathroom. 

Splashing water in your face after you freshened up felt like falling into a cold pool. You shivered as you patted your face dry. Heading back to your room you drank the water. Feeling a little less groggy as you climbed back into bed. Playing some random youtube video and laying down. 

You don’t know how long it took but you were again awoken by a buzzing from your phone. Sighing you flip it over and see it’s 2 pm and the buzzing was now a text from a random number. 

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey it’s Choso. did you make it home safe last night? 

A flutter appeared in your stomach as you smiled. Adding his contact and replying back. 

You: hey! yea i did, a friend dropped me off. i drank so much, im suffering the consequences of my own actions Choso: i’m glad to hear you made it safe. how much did you end up drinking for you to feel that bad?  You: i lost count after my fourth round of shots and 3 drinks deep tbh Choso: one hell of a reunion for you and your friends huh?

You giggled as you tried to recount how many drinks you actually had. Kento’s beer, a mojito, two drinks with Choso, 2 shots, another mojito, another shot, another mojito, and maybe 3 other shots? No way you drank that much, your bank account shall suffer and you shall not check it. 

You: yea it was. i’ve seen most of them except one throughout these past three years and so this was the first time we were all together since highschool Choso: that’s nice, im glad you had fun. I had fun with you last night 

You feel your cheeks warm as you giggle. It really was nice talking to him, it was easy and he was kind but also intimidating. He was tall and built, probably not as tall as Suguru or Satoru. But his build definitely matched similar to theirs. 

You: i did too, would definitely take you up on that date you mentioned :P Choso: are you available tomorrow? 5 pm?  You: yea! what is the setting? how should i dress? Choso: anything you want, you’ll be pretty and fit in anywhere i have planned :) You: okay then, i’ll see you then :)

He hearts your message and you send your address to him. 

Either that alka-seltzer put in the work or the idea of a date with Choso made you feel so much better. 

You sigh as you look up at the ceiling, this was just the start of whatever will be your next few months of whatever the fuck is happening with Satoru and Choso. After 3 years of nothing romantic, all of a sudden two men appear. Even though Satoru hasn’t explicitly said he wants you (you saw him once, maybe you are a bit delusional), there was a feeling in your gut that said he does. The stares, the way he talks a bit quieter when he speaks to you, and the way he just is the old him when you were together. Less brash and nowhere near as affectionate (for obvious reasons), he still looked at you the same way he did before. 

You don’t know if he ever stopped looking at you that way, even when breaking up. Yea it was on mutual terms but the look in his eyes as you agreed to it, held every emotion he still carried for you. 

And he still carried that look in his eyes 3 years later. 

A part of you yearned for it, wish you spoke to him sooner. But you didn’t dare to reach out and neither did he. So what was the point? Still being in love with your high school sweetheart, mutual affection both ways but at the same time, you both loved old versions of each other. 

What if we changed so drastically and once found out, it wasn’t there? Would there be a point in bringing up old emotions from a previous time? From previous versions of you?

You didn’t know and didn’t want to think about it much longer.

So you let the day move on, eating and resting. The alcohol killed you but at least you hadn’t thrown up. Pretty sure the alka-seltzer really did work overtime for you. 

Lounging on your couch at 8 pm, playing a tv show and laying on your side. A knock on your door echoed through the apartment as you lowered the volume of the tv. You made your way to the door and looked through the peephole. On the other side stood Satoru, wearing a hoodie with digimon character and jeans. Your heart did a small flip as you opened the door. 

“Hey”, you said with a smile. 

“Hey, sorry for showing up like this. Wasn’t sure if you had eaten and was in the area. So I got you your favorite - or old favorite pho”, Satoru said as he held up a bag from your favorite spot. 

“It’s okay, thank you. Come in”, you say as you move aside for him to walk in. He takes off his shoes and makes his way to the table. He starts taking out the pho containers and setting them up, then he sits casually in the chair just like he used to before, like it was second nature for him.  

You shut the door and make your way to the fridge, grabbing two sodas, one coke and one dr pepper. Proceeding to the table as you sat across from him, placing the coke in front of him and grabbing your portion of the food. 

“I got you the same as before, hope you didn’t switch that”, he laughed as he opened his container. Popping the top part out and dumping it onto the noodles. Then filling the container with broth. You followed suit and let the noodles soften. 

“You know you didn’t have to do this right?”, you say as you look at him. He’s adorning a smile and now you take notice he isn’t wearing his glasses. His eyes are set on you and speaking a million words. 

“I know but it felt like a nice thing to do, plus I haven’t seen you in ages. Thought it’d be nice to just hang out”, he says as he looks down at his soup. Satoru had debated this for hours since the morning. He was hoping you’d tell him you need something, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat to see you again. Even though he doesn’t feel like he has that right anymore, he was willing to do anything to make it be his right again. 

“This is nice, I honestly was craving this after my shitty excuse for food earlier. Made a burnt grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup from a can”, you laugh as you stir your noodles around, breaking them from their mold of a circle. 

“You could’ve asked, I told you just to let me know”, he says softly as he mimics your actions with the soup. He cracks open his drink and takes a sip from it. “Still remember my likes, like I remember yours”.

“Well hard to forget when we ate and drank much of the same things back then”, you laugh and start eating your pho. 

“Fair enough, it’s like it’s embedded into my brain”, Satoru says as he starts eating. 

You fell into a silence of eating and the only thing being heard was the tv and you two eating. It felt domestic, it felt like it did before. The time changed and yet you’re still here, sitting across each other in the same way, eating the same foods you two would get, and being comfortable with each other. 

As you were finishing your pho, your phone rang on the table. You glanced at it and saw Choso’s name at the top. You inhaled and grabbed it quickly. 

“Sorry I’ll be right back”, you say as you get up and make your way to your room. 

“Hey!”, you exclaim as you make your way into your room. 

Satoru’s ears perked up at how happy you sounded. He had seen the name on your phone and by your reaction, it had to be the guy from last night. With a small groan he threw his head back. Competition wasn’t new for him, he’s always been competitive and good - no great - at everything he did. But he had never dealt with competition when it came to you. 

Having met on your first days of highschool, you two were both nerds. Relating on interests and hobbies, staying up waiting on drop dates for games or going out and buying ridiculous anime items. It was natural for you two to end up liking each other, even your friends saw it before you two did. They bet on how long it’d take for someone to make a move, it wasn’t until before the ending of freshman year that anything was said to one another. 

He confessed first like a lovesick puppy, he had seen you get hit on by some guy in another class. It was the first time he saw you blush at anyone other than him. He felt a sickening feeling in his stomach, at the thought of losing you, at the thought of you being with someone else.

And that’s when he realized he had liked you. He had rushed over to you and told you some lie to pull you away from the guy. He had dragged you outside to where you two would hangout after school with your friends but usually after they left, you two would linger there. 

“I need to tell you something”, he said nervously as he balled his hands into fists. 

“Okay what is it ‘Toru?”, you spoke lightly with a tilt of your head. Eyebrows furrowed as you stared up at him. 

“I-I like you. I don’t know how long I’ve liked you for and maybe it was the first time you smiled at me. O-Or when you gave me my keychain for my phone, or when you laughed at my joke the first week of class. Maybe I’ve liked you from the moment I got to know you. But I just know I like you. More than anyone else, more than my favorite digimon character”, he utters as he averts your gaze. 

You had stood there in awe, shock, and pure bliss. 

“Toru…I like you too. I didn’t think you’d like me back but looking back I might be a bit stupid from not realizing it”, you laugh as he shot his head back to look at you. You were looking down as he stared wide eyed. He didn’t think you’d reject him but at the same time he didn’t think you really did like him.

“Oh..I-I honestly don’t know why I didn’t think you’d like me too. Maybe we're both a little stupid here”, he laughs as he reaches for your hands, embracing them with both of his. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You gaze up at him with a saccharine smile, eyes crinkling from how genuine it is. “Really?”

He scoffs and shakes his head, “Yes really stupid. I think if you don’t answer I’ll bury myself 6 feet under”.

“Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend Satoru”, you giggle as you pull your hands away from his and hug him. He reflexively wrapped his arms around you and picked you up with a spin. You laugh out and so does he. 

Shoko won the bet, she had said you’d two be together before the end of the school year. Kento and Yu had bet you’d get together by the beginning of the next semester. While Suguru thought it’s take another year for you two to even realize it by how stupid you both were to each others yearning. 

Satoru sighs as he replays the memory, he thinks about it far too often. Having replayed every detail from that day, the days before and after. His biggest regret was breaking up with you before college. You hadn’t grown apart, it was all the same but you both wanted to focus on college. He proposed the idea after seeing all the time he’d have with school and the family business, he didn’t find it fair to you to be unavailable constantly. It hurt him to even bring it up, to even think about it. 

But you understood, you wanted the both of you to be successful in your own ways. It crossed your mind but you never voiced it. When he brought it up, you wanted to say it’d be fine and you’d understand his time away. But you knew, it would ruin you two. The lack of seeing each other and affection you both couldn’t 100% show. Would make you two grow to resent it and resent each other for not trying harder. 

So you agreed. The no contact was to not be distracted, neither of you saw each other as distractions, but you both knew it’d turn into it. So there was no fighting, no lashing out; just acceptance. It killed you both and even 3 years later, after graduating and working, you both felt the same way for one another as you did then. 

Satoru tried to move on, tried to meet new people, tried to forget about you but everyone he met wasn't you. Everyone was shallow with no true personality, you were the only one he’d met that fit him like a puzzle. So he stopped trying, he’d get hit on but turn them down. 

Now watching you get excited over someone else was killing him. He wishes he’d come around sooner, yea you met this Choso guy last night but the way you had looked at him when you had talked to him in the bar, Satoru had only seen you look at him that way. 

He knew from Suguru that you hadn’t been with anyone else since him. He reveled in the fact that you hadn’t moved on from him.

As if you’d ever truly be able to move on from one another.

But this factor of running into someone who clicked with you like he once had, had him nervous. Had him on the brink of begging you to be with him. But he couldn’t.

It wouldn’t work, maybe before, back then it would’ve. But he can tell you changed, you’re not as you were before. Not lovesick for him like he was for you. 

He might be too late but that won’t stop him from trying. 

<<previous : next>>

so guess this is my first series on here, not sure if it'll be long or short but lets see how ill do

[asprinkleoftism]

Shuichi Aizawa Headcanons

I have been meaning to do this for a hot minute and these are just personal headcanons of mine. Feel free to agree or disagree with them and I hope you enjoy! :) Matsuda is next!

Tags ✨️: @aizawashuichi @shujiaihara

Plain burger guy

Due to the stress of the Kira investigation and problems with family at home, Aizawa would want an inkling to start or does start a habit of smoking cigarettes to help with the stress. But the second his kids start noticing the smell on his suit is when he quits and to mask the addiction he keeps a toothpick in his mouth and/or chews on it. He has stabbed himself in the mouth more times than he could ever count but its better than the cigarettes.

Listens to every genre of music known to man. He will jam out to Frank Sinatra, Slipknot, Katy Perry, the whole nine yards.

If he wasnt a detective, he would either be in opera, specifically a tenor, (thanks @shujiaihara for this one) or a high school teacher or professor.

More so likely picked up drinking after the timeskip but not anything borderline alcoholic levels.

Likes dark colors.

Will do tea parties with his daughter, no questions asked.

Has mild road rage in traffic. (Credit to @shujiaihara for this one). Nothing extreme but he will definitely cuss you out and shake his fist at you. Its especially worse if his family is in the car with him.

Drinks coffee black.

Not a big sweet tooth. Will enjoy a muffin or cookie every once in a while but nothing like L.

He is muscular under that suit. Not anything crazy but he definitely tries to work out in his free time.

Number One Nap King. Will pass out during breaks or if its slow just from leaning back in his chair.

Grows his afro back after the Kira case is done since he has extra time to take care of it.

Is allergic to dogs. (Credit to @kiyomitakada for this one and thank you @aizawashuichi for looking!!) that if his kids want a dog he will get them a dog. It just consists of just stuffy nose and sneezing nothing death worthy

Despite his annoyance towards him, Aizawa would genuinely care and want the best for Matsuda. Babysitting privileges, perhaps? 👀

He tosses and turns most nights when trying to sleep

Despite being stressed about the case and work, he is good about not 'bringing work back home' and can seperate work and home life.

Book worm. He loves to read. Specifically imagining him after a long day and he is chilling in bed with a lamp on, reading glasses with a book open.

Going off from previous one, I feel like his sight gets worse as he gets older so he has to get reading glasses. (Does anyone else imagine this or am I crazy?)

He would like outdoor hobbies, fishing, hiking etc., to help him empty his head and clear his mind due to work.

Likes the sound of rain and thunderstorms

Despite the stress from work, he doesnt grey out early. He just has that great of genes.

Beach day? Hell yeah. Boat day? Hell yeah. He would be the one to drive the boat and would not let anyone else do it. (Despite Matsuda's relentlessly begging to do so)

Kind of involves everyone but I truly believe after the Kira case and everything goes back to mostly normal they all get together once a month for an outing with their families. They have all been through a hell lot so its only natural for them to do that. (I honestly may do a beach day headcanons for all of them)

Scotch and whiskey drinker

60s Toyota Crown as his daily

Car guy!! Aizawa would know every make and model out there to ever exist and loves working on vehicles and just learning about vehicles.

Going from the previous one, I feel like when he retires from the force he would work and restore vehicles on his spare time.

Would apologize for his outbursts

Best dad ever. He would do anything for his kids.

Can't stand fast food. Despite everything he does try to maintain a healthy diet.

In Canon he is 6'0 but honestly would be 6'3.

Intimidating as hell to any newcomers and is rough around the edges at first but comes around and is easy on the newcomers when he realizes they are serious about their job

Periodically checks in on Matsuda, especially after Light

[beevean]

Hey! Just wanna say I LOVED your short Tenna story. My characterization of him has been missing something for a while now, and you helped me realize what it was— he was WAY too nice. It’s difficult to balance a villain being manipulative and cruel yet tragic and sympathetic— and not only did you do it amazingly, you gave me a lot of confidence in trying my hand at it! Tenna and Kris make me oh so very ill and I’ve been wanting to write about them even before I watched the entirety of chapter three. Please keep writing if you so wish— it’s so good!

(also I loved reading your IDW Sonic deconstructions back in the day)

Awww thank you so muuuuuuch 🥺 I'm so happy that you sent me this ask!

I want to write something about Tenna, but I'm not really sure what (and ngl I'm intimidated by trying to imitate such an iconic character lol). My only thought was, I am in utter love with the Doom Board section, and how uncomfortable it is to witness Tenna's breakdown, and I felt the need to jot my interpretation down - my one mental image was Tenna noticing that Kris is not looking at him at all and feeling outright hurt at being ignored by his first watcher.

I think most fanworks nowadays paint Tenna too much as a lil flustered pathetic wet boy tragic babyboy bean. Which he is. But he's also a manipulative conman not above taking advantage of his employees, and a massive mood-swinging unhinged control freak not above hurting the kid he "raised" for the sake of soothing his own ego. I read a Japanese comment who called him a yandere, and yeah, that fits!

I think Tenna is the kind of person who does kind things for selfish reasons. His one desire is to feel loved and useful. The main way he has to get what he wants is to make people happy, so that they're drawn to him. This means that he's mostly a very nice person who genuinely enjoys entertaining others... but what he truly wants is the recognition that makes him feel worthy. And when he feels abandoned or shunned, when his Berserk Button over being called "old" (which to him means obsolete, worthless, to be thrown away) is hit, he grows desperate to prove himself, and starts putting himself above others, because he wants things his way, he needs to feel in control and in charge and like he matters.

But even he knows that force can only get him so far. If you keep playing his games in the Doom Board, eventually he gets to the point where he no longer believes you're honest. But he still won't let you go. That would be a defeat. The confirmation that you don't love him after all. And that would kill him inside. As Kris says if you CHECK him during the battle, despite his size, he's surprisingly quite fragile :)

One of Tenna's biggest strengths as a character is that he combines these villainous traits with not just a heartwrenching backstory that most of us can relate to, but a really lovable personality. Not only he's chipper and charming, but he really enjoys being a positive force in people's lives. The two sides don't cancel each other, but complement each other in a complex, compelling character, that personally I think it's almost unfair to reduce to the innocent sniffling babyboy lol

I guess this is the best advice I can give? Tenna is kind but self-centered. His ego is big but brittle, and inflated by making people happy. When angry, he gets high on his power and can get manipulative and violent, but deep down he's incredibly sad and doing the equivalent of saying "please tell me I'm good 🥺". It's like, he wants his audience to feel any emotion, even pain or sadness if it has to come to it. As long as he affects them.

Good luck with your writing! If you are posting it somewhere I'd be happy to check it out <3 I'm also so very normal about Tenna and Kris' relationship, I need all the "fun uncle shielding lil Kris from the Divorce and being hurt that his nibling has grown apart from him" content I can get my hands on <3

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jessica Valenti at Abortion, Every Day:

From constitutional frameworks down to local ordinances, the idea is to give anti-abortion activists the power to criminalize care, intimidate providers, surveil patients, and undermine basic civil liberties. And let’s be clear: They’re not just barreling towards a future without abortion. Conservative lawmakers are chipping away at women’s ability to participate in the public sphere at all—attacking birth control, sex education, and workplace protections. [...]

And that’s the thing: Though conservatives haven’t managed to reduce the number of abortions, they’ve been massively successful in pushing ahead with their broader agenda. They’re playing the long game, working on policies that will come to full fruition in years, not months. Consider their efforts to quash the next generation of abortion providers: States are restricting what future doctors learn about abortion—whether by banning instruction on the procedure, ending partnerships with pro-choice training programs, or just relying on students being too intimidated by “aiding and abetting” laws to seek out such education on their own.

[...]

That’s not to say their legal strategy is all future-looking. Furious that the number of abortions has gone up and women are obtaining care despite state bans, conservatives are going all in on taking down abortion pills and telehealth.

Anti-abortion activists and legislators have taken what’s best described as a spaghetti-at-the-wall approach: major lawsuits to roll back FDA approval; attempts to revive the Comstock Act, and state legislation that classifies the pills as a controlled substance or makes providing them a felony. They’ve been lobbying the FDA and Trump administration using junk science that says mifepristone is unsafe despite all credible evidence to the contrary, and—most recently—have launched a full-scale campaign to claim that abortion pills are poisoning the groundwater, harming the wildlife, and making women infertile. It’s as desperate as it sounds. But with so many balls in the air, they’re sure to catch at least one.

Even with abortion more popular than ever, Republicans wasted no time after Dobbs diving into extremism: So-called "equal protection" bills that would punish patients as murderers were introduced in more than a dozen states this year—with increasing co-sponsors and decreasing pushback. Unable to get enough state legislators on board, the abortion ‘abolitionists’ behind these policies have started running in local elections. And winning.

States have also moved to punish people who help women cross state lines for care—targeting abortion funds, support networks, and even websites that share information about abortion. In Idaho and Tennessee, Republicans passed laws (being battled out in court) that criminalize lending a teen gas money to leave the state for an abortion, or texting them the url of a clinic. Most offensively, lawmakers are doing all this while co-opting terms like ‘trafficking’ and ‘coercion’ to make it seem as if their efforts are all about protecting women. It’s an especially disgusting move given these same legislators will reject even the most nominal ‘exceptions’ for women’s lives or raped children.

The truth? Anti-abortion legislators and activists are intent on creating a culture of fear and punishment. Consider how some states have weaponized civil law—allowing citizens to sue anyone who ‘aids and abets’ abortion. The idea is to strip patients of any community support, sense of safety, or confidence that they can seek care without being snitched on. And though conservatives are spending a lot of time taking out everyone around a patient, it’s only a matter of time before the attacks land squarely and regularly on those who have abortions.

In addition to the rise of ‘equal protection’ bills, Republicans have started to float restrictions on our right to travel and are increasingly pushing legislation to mandate the burial or cremation of pregnancy losses. Why? To open the door for arresting women. More than they already are, that is.

In the first year after Roe was overturned, more than 200 people were arrested on pregnancy-related charges. In just the last few months, we’ve seen a woman in Georgia arrested for her miscarriage, charged with ‘concealing a death’, and a Texas woman spend five months in jail for how she disposed of her miscarriage. In the off chance any woman thought they might be able to lose their pregnancy or self-manage their abortion in peace, conservative lawmakers have redoubled attacks on medical privacy rules in order to access patient records, and ramped up their digital surveillance efforts—whether it’s accessing data from automated license plate readers or your private Facebook messages. [...] What ties all of this together? Fetal personhood—the idea that embryos, fetuses, and even fertilized eggs are constitutional human beings. This notion undergirds every bit of legal strategy, every bill, and every messaging move we’ve seen over the last three years.

Jessica Valenti wrote yet another solid piece on the harms of Dobbs 3 years after SCOTUS made that fateful ruling, with Republicans across America creating a war on women by inducing a culture of fear, punishment, and arrests.

[ma-chi1993]

sorry for hijacking, the muse strked.

"Junho?"

"Yes?" Junho sits up from on the sofa and looks at the entrance: there stands his brother, casually dressed - quite a rare sight - and with the jacket in hand, hair strategically falling on his eyes, smelling of his most expensive cologne.

"I'm going to get something to drink with Gihun-hyung," he says while wearing his shoes, "Remember to empty the dishwasher."

Junho grins: "Alright, have fun on your date."

"It's not a date," Inho clarifies for the nth time, glaring at him, "We just hang out after work."

"It's gonna be just you two? Like the past dozen 'hanging outs' right?"

"We just hang out after work," he repeats, looking at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall near the entrance and fixing a strand of hair.

Junho grins sharpens: "So I can come right?"

Inho pauses: "Mh?"

"If it's just 'hanging out' I can come too, it's been a while since I've been out with friends, and I like Gihun-hyung's company," he argues, a shiver running down his spine at the look Inho gives him.

"No," it's all he says before wearing the jacket.

"You're no fun hyung," Junho pouts, "Everyone knows you guys are having a thing, why pretend to hide it? Plus Gihun-hyung likes me, he would be happy to see me."

His brother doesn't even reply, he just shakes his head and opens the door, right when Mansool was going to insert the keys.

"Oh, Inho-ah, you are going out?" she asks, entering the house.

"I'm seeing a friend," he says as he takes the grocery bags from her hands and brings them inside, nodding at Junho to help him sorting them in the cupboard. Junho does so with no protest.

"Oh you must be in a hurry then," Mansool observes.

"I'll put these things away and go."

"Junho-ah, why don't you join Inho-ah? You are always holed up in here when you are not working."

"Yeah, hyung, why don't I join you?" Junho repeats, smiling like a fox at his brother's glare.

After they are done putting the groceries away, Mansool retires to her room to watch a drama.

"Alright, remember about the dishwasher, I'm going on a d- I'm going!" Inho says as he walks to the door.

"But hyung," Junho can barely repress his laughter, "Mon said I can come."

Inho stops, turns, marches back to his brother and uses his most intimidating glare to compensate the ridiculous height difference between them.

"Hwang Junho," he hisses so that Mansool couldn't hear them, "You are not coming to my fucking date!"

"Shalalalala, My, oh, my, Look at the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl," sings the radio in the small restaurant, and Junho happily hums along while eating his own kimchi fried rice.

"Is it good Junho-ah?"

"One of the best ones I've ever had hyung!" he replies, eating with pure gusto.

Gihun smiles, pleased, and turns to his right: "What about you Inho-ah?"

Inho grumbles something, expression sour, head resting on one hand while the other uses the chopsticks to play with his rice.

Gihun takes pity on him and gently touches his leg: "Inho-ah, I said I have no problem paying also for Junho-ah. C'mon, give me a smile."

"Yeah hyung, give Gihun-hyung a smile," Junho prompts him, smug only like someone that knows that his older brother is not going to do anything since they are in public and in the presence of his beloved could be.

Inho just glares at him and kick his shin under the table.

Idea that I got from that one tiktok sound

In-ho: I'll be back at six, I'm going on a date

Jun-ho: Wait, mom said I can come!

In-ho: You're not coming to my fucking date!

*cuts to In-ho and Gi-hun on a date, with Jun-ho sitting across from them*

[aether-friskets]

I have over 400 hours on vrchat and most of that was spent using the Silent Hill 2 map as a reference for my Minecraft recreation lmao

[sukugo]

everytime sukugo gets called a crack ship i suffer +10 damage

[backinmyphase]

You didn't like the palace of the king of curses.

It wasn't because of the big garden with flowers you have never seen before, it wasn't because of the library with books you could only have dreamed of touching when you still lived in your home village.

It wasn't even the big intimidating king who was always scowling.

"There she is again. The king's new whore."

You didn't like the palace because of the maids who were constantly gossiping.

Every morning at precisely 5 am you were woken up by the sound of your door opening and the almost extra heavy steps of one of the maids. The maid would always start cleaning loudly at that ungodly hour and leave the curtains and door open when they leave. As they clean, they would always ignore you, never acknowledging your whining and groaning.

If it was just the lost sleep you wouldn't think they had something against you. Maybe it was just common here?

Wrong. Very wrong.

It wasn't common to be watched whenever you left your 'chambers'. It wasn't common to be glared at in the hallway. It wasn't common to wake up to torn clothes in your closet. And you really hoped it wasn't common to find tiny shards in your food.

It started with just whispering about you in the first week you were here. But over the last two months you felt the growing dread, growing hate towards you.

After you wore a kimono dress more oftenly, you would find it in shreds the next morning. And every snack that was brought to you was reflecting in different colors when the sun touched them.

Last week Sukuna had ordered you to eat with him. And as you felt their piercing glares you knew they were fuming.

"How do you think he will get rid of her when he gets bored?" Giggling. And of course they didn't care anymore if you heard what they said about you. Because they knew by now you wouldn't run to Sukuna about it.

Why? You didn't know. Maybe it was your sick masochistic pride which refused to ask that man for help. You would never admit it but somewhere deep in you, you didn't want him to see you as weak. Which he probably already did, but that was off the point. You didn't want him to see you scared because of some unspoken threats.

And today would be no different. Even if you could hear them talking about how you must be crazy in bed for their king to be so patient with you. But oh, were they wrong. Truth was, you didn't share anything intimate with the king.

You were just a gift for him from your village, someone he just kept around because he could. Well, that was your theory. Nobody knew what the king was really thinking.

"Oh, he will rip her apart for sure! Or maybe just slice her in two..."

That was enough of that for the day. Like always you skipped the rest of lunch, fleeing with light and quick steps out of that unbearable room. Maybe you had a sick masochistic pride, but even that had its limits.

At times like these you went into the library. They weren't allowed in there. The books there kept you warm and safe, away from the glances and whispers. Books about the world, countries you have never heard before. How could you, if you had never had seen so many books in one place?

Back in your village you would have called all these things meaningless. What about some other place on the other side of the earth? As if it would ever be important for you. But right now? It was nice to focus on something so meaningless. Maybe it was the relaxation. Probably it was the sleep deprivation. Who could blame you for falling asleep between these books?

·········⋆༺𓆩❀𓆪༻⋆·········

"Wake up." If you were back at your village you would have complained about this kind of waking up. But after the last two months it almost seemed gentle.

"Hmmmm?" you whined while keeping your eyes shut. You just wanted to sleep.

"I said wake up." You groaned while rubbing your eyes and slowly sitting up. Opening them to look into these red ones. Red eyes, crimson red eyes.

Annoyed, Sukuna sat down on the opposite side of the table you had layed your head on. Only now you realized how high the table was built, built specific for him to work on.

"I don't like it to be kept waiting." he leaned back in his chair. "I thought I made it clear to dine with you-"

"It's already dinner time?" you straightened your posture, your right cheek feeling hot from the laying on top of the book. Your eyes still felt heavy but you tried your hardest to keep them open.

"Was. It's already much past it in fact. I had to search for a long time to find you."

You looked outside of one of the big windows in the library, seeing the moon standing high in the nightsky. You rubbed your eyes, while a small yawn escaped. "I'm sorry, my lord, I fell asleep."

He scoffed. "I could see that. What I'm asking myself is why? Aren't you sleeping well?"

And of course you couldn't just keep your mouth shut like you had wanted. No, you scoffed too and narrowed your eyes as you thought about them. "Oh, but of course I do."

There was a tense silence after that, you didn't know what but something shifted in the atmosphere. Sukuna's eyes had suddenly something dark in them. "Elaborate."

You gaped but stayed silent. He didn't question, he demanded an explanation. But there was still your pride.

"Just neck problems, you know." you lowered your gaze onto the books you had read before falling asleep. Why the hell did you read about ants?

"Really?" his voice suddenly seemed so low. "Do you think you need a new sleeping place?"

As you looked at him, Sukuna had that strange glint in his eyes, the atmosphere more tense out of sudden.

"Oh, it's not that bad, don't worry." you muttered quietly, trying to ignore his intense stare.

"Well it's certainly not nothing if you oversleep dinner."

This wasn't going anywhere. You tried to lift your gaze just a bit, trying to see what his expression was, but you were immediately met with his red eyes making you advert your look.

The silence was awkward.

It wasn't like the king and you were constantly talking. Normally there would also be a silence in the room when you would dine. But that silence was different. Then he would be content with just your company, no fancy topics needed.

But right now he demanded an explanation. And you were to stubborn to give him it.

You looked at your book again just hoping he would drop it. Making it a battle of stubbornness, which others would laugh at, but was between the two of you more often than normal.

Hmmm...

Ants don't have ears. Instead of hearing through auditory canals, ants "hear" by feeling vibrations in the ground. Special sensors on their feet and on their knees help ants interpret signals from their surroundings. They also use their antennae and the hairs on their body to feel around while foraging for food.

Who would have known?

"Are you gonna drop the antics and just tell me what's going on?" he was annoyed and probably rightfully so, but you were too deep into it now.

"Don't know what you are talking about."

He let out a small groan and stood up. Making his way around the table to stand behind you. And for the first time since you were picked up from your village he was so close you could feel his warmth. He was leaning down behind you. His voice speaking into your right ear from behind.

"If you want to play this game then so be it. But I always find out. And if you keep sleeping so badly, well..."

You could hear his smirk. "Then I just have to make personally sure you sleep well."

With that he left. Left the room. And left you with a embarrassing warmth in your cheeks and tummy and cool ant facts.

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Hehe this was sitting in my drafts over six months, sryy (but I finished it on my birthday sooo)

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