#did this instead of doomscrolling

[museaway]

creature comforts

[xxnghtclls]

„Would you still love me if I was a worm?“

You ask, while picking at the fabric of your kimono, not daring to see his reaction in the first place.

… But it‘s a question you had to ask.

Sukuna turns his head to you, making you feel his eyes on your skin and his sneer in your bones.

A soft breeze flows through the room, tickles your naked feet while you lay on the bed with him, some space between the two of you.

„How insinuating of you.“ he hisses, cocking his eyebrow.

You frown and turn to him, humming in confusion.

„Mh?“

He smacks his lips in response.

„Maybe you would be less pathetic as a worm. You wouldn‘t be able to talk.“ he sighs, closing his eyes again.

„What if I could talk though?“ you keep pushing. „What if I went just poof right now, staying the same y/n as I am now, just that I was crawling over your fingers instead of laying right next to you in this moment?“

You can see him rolling his eyes under his closed eyelids, before he opens them again and you have to suppress a giggle. Of course it‘s your favourite hobby to annoy the shit out of him.

He shifts, turning to you, his face close to yours, breathing against your face with four eyes boring into your soul.

„Princess, if you went poof like you said, turning into a slimy little worm, because I can tell that this little game of yours rails you up between your legs the more and more you keep pushing me...“ he starts whispering intimidatingly. „I would hope that your mouth would be so tiny, I couldn‘t grasp the noises coming out of it, before I rub and squeeze your slimy little figure out of fun.“

Oh his words do rail you up.

„Rub and squeeze you say?“ you breathe against his lips.

„Rub and squeeze��“ he smirks.

A pause.

„…before I might smack you through the room and watch how your slimy little body may stick to a wall like a fresh cooked noodle.“ he continues. His voice so hot, but his words so insulting.

But sometimes you like it.

You swallow your pride, as your hands wander to the bulge between his thighs. He is as railed up as you. His two dicks pulsating and growing under the touch of your hand and the sound of your cheeky little voice.

„A fresh cooked noodle huh?“ you breathe, rubbing him through his pants.

His lip twitches, before he chuckles darkly.

Sukuna‘s hand grabs your chin harshly, squeezing your cheeks and making your lips pop forward, while his eyes linger on your pretty little mouth, while his voice turns raspy from arousal.

„Yes.“

[eight-pointed-star]

aww look who did NOT go to bed on time and now wants to kill himself

[teamdays]

also i havent been very active as of late regardless because um. idk. bored. but le therapist has recommended to try and do a socmed detox until my next appointment in like 2 weeks so im going to try my best to be Offline until then. byebyeeee 🦭

[gouinisme]

genuinely how do you lower your screentime when you grew up with youtube instead of friends?

[jo-does-things]

Ppl keep asking me if Im rotting or saying theyre rotting and like. I understand the concept but tbh I am never rotting I am either Wasting Away Again in Margaritaville or I am Becoming A Horrible Mole Person

[infatuatedlilbitch]

SOCIAL MEDIA "ACTIVISM" IS KEEPING YOU FROM ACTUAL ACTIVISM - HERE'S THE TRUTH

You think you're staying "informed" by doomscrolling through your social feeds 24/7? That's exactly what they want. It's literally designed to keep you angry, scrolling, and - most importantly - doing absolutely fucking nothing.

HERE'S WHAT NO ONE TELLS YOU:

It's OKAY to edit your feeds so you don't see that shit when you're just trying to exist

You do NOT have to consume the world's suffering every second of every day to be a "good activist" - and by the way? You're not even getting "informed" by scrolling. You need to actually look up real articles OFF of social media to understand what's happening

Hitting like and share isn't activism. Sorry. It just isn't.

You wanna actually do something?

Learn your neighbors' names. ACTUALLY TALK TO THEM about what's happening

Join your school board and ask them face-to-face why they're against queer education

Stand up to your racist uncle instead of "keeping the peace" (peace for WHO exactly?)

Find out what abortion rights groups are ALREADY DOING in your area instead of reinventing the wheel

Join an actually inclusive church (you know, like Jesus would've wanted) and see what they're ALREADY DOING to make the world better

And for fuck's sake, stop saying "oh I don't talk about politics" - YOUR SILENCE IS POLITICAL

NEWSFLASH: You don't have to start the fucking underground railroad by yourself. That shit ALREADY EXISTS - you just never had to use it before. Lucky you. So volunteer if you're a safe person, at whatever level works for you:

Send money

Show up in person

Pack supplies

Make pamphlets

Whatever you can do

Not everything's gonna get you in the history books and you know what? IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER.

And here's something else that matters: Going to trauma therapy - REAL trauma therapy with a therapist informed in decolonization practices - is a RADICAL ACT. If you have the means to do it, DO IT. Healing yourself is part of the work too.

AND LISTEN UP BECAUSE THIS IS IMPORTANT: IT'S OKAY THAT IT TOOK YOU THIS LONG IT'S OKAY THAT YOU'RE STARTING SMALL IT'S OKAY THAT YOU DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING

NO ONE EVER PUNISHED THEMSELVES INTO SUCCESS.

You grew up with some racist/sexist views? Yeah, most of us did. You can't get stuck there. There's too much at stake. It's time to deconstruct. It's time to do the work.

But scrolling and sharing posts while feeling guilty? That's not the work. That's what they want you to think the work is.

Get off your phone. Talk to your neighbors. Show up at meetings. Stand up to family. THAT'S the work.

[bread-tab]

somehow, amazingly, i have hacked the impulse that makes me mindlessly scroll on my phone. it's not gone but i've paired it with a conscious thought process that goes like, "what's my goal here? i'm looking for entertainment, for information, for something that makes me feel more optimistic and interested in the world i live in..."

and because that kicks in between apps, too, i'm not doomscrolling as much. i'm intentionally seeking out posts or videos or whatever that actually mean something to me. when i'm not satisfied i walk away or pick up a book instead. most subtle yet impactful change i've gone through in years

i did not intentionally set out to change this. i've just been working on my mindset in general. hey, turns out having a good therapist again helps

[mejaemin]

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i’m sorry - lee jihoon

18+ mdni !!! wc: 1.8k summary: baby fever w jihoon >< warnings: unprotected sex, mention of birth control, lowk subby jihoon, small 👌🏽 breeding kink, a bit of arguing in the beginning, v little fingering, he’s kinda ooc in this sorry 😞, NOT PROOFREAD !!! an: my first time writing full on smut since summer and it’s also my woozi debut !!! enjoy !!! (srry if it’s kinda bad.. i did this in like an hr…)

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jihoon’s been zoning out all day, and yes, it’s partly from being sleep deprived, but a large chunk of it is because his mind has been elsewhere. even now, while you’re laying in bed when he knows you’re mad at him, he simply can’t get out of his head.

today, you and him went out for a visit to a music shop, fueled by your café drinks of choice. you were simply trailing behind him, humming tunes to yourself while he looked for a new studio keyboard. everything was fine, moving in silence just how you guys liked it, when he saw you pulling away from his arm to speak to someone.

when he turned to face you, you were crouched on the ground, talking to a teary-eyed little boy. he watched silently, eyebrow raising at the way you managed to calm him down so quickly. you had turned to him shortly after, apologizing before going to help the child find his parents.

he was so distracted by your ability to handle the child, and then disturbed by the way it was plaguing his thoughts, that he ended up buying the same keyboard he’d been using instead of buying a new one like he had wanted. when you returned to him, he was quiet, quieter than usual, stuck in his thoughts.

he tried to pretend like he wasn’t listening, ignoring the way you spoke to the boy so softly, in a voice he’d never heard you use before. you were handling him so well, so good at calming him down. it’s hard to determine whether or not he wants you to speak to him like that, or be cooing at a baby of your own. you’d look so gorgeous like that, and he’s sure he looks like an idiot, staring all beady-eyed at piano keys, picturing you with his baby, cradled in your arms, growing in your stomach…

that led to your current situation, where you’re both lying in bed next to each other in complete silence. the only noise in the room is your phone, various audios filling space as you spend the entire evening doomscrolling in your anger.

you’re upset because you’ve caught jihoon staring at your stomach multiple times since your date. typically you wouldn’t be one to feel insecure, but his gaze is so intense, so focused, so hard. it had you wrapping your sweater around yourself a little tighter, curling into yourself a little more. when confronted, he’d say the same thing every time; “you look fine. i can’t look at you anymore?”

he sounds so snippy with it too, and it got to a point where you ignored him the rest of the day. you couldn’t be bothered to deal with any of that.

that’s why you’re so surprised when he reaches over to shut your phone off, putting you on your back before straddling your hips.

“what the hell are you doing, jihoon?” you would’ve said more, but looking at his face, blurry behind a mask of fluffy hair, you can see the cogs in his brain turning, along with a certain look in his eyes that you couldn’t miss.

his hands splayed over your stomach, thumbs pressing into and massaging the skin. his look is pensive, and his pale cheeks are turning pink. he leans down, placing his head in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over every inch of the skin.

“i’m sorry..” he says, gently nipping at your soft skin. his hair tickles your cheek, and you use a hand to pull it away from his face, simultaneously pulling him away to face you.

pulling the hair tie from your own wrist, you comb through his hair with your fingers before tying it back. “are you gonna explain yourself? why you keep drilling holes into my stomach, and then giving me attitude when i ask about it?”

he looks away, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. he breathes in a few times, like he’s gonna start talking, until he finally blurts out,

“do you want children?”

“excuse me?”

he grimaces, running a hand over his face. “sorry- that was.. not what i wanted to say…”

you just give him a look, not only bewildered but also still very annoyed, and he continues, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel insecure, i just can’t stop thinking about..” he pauses, embarrassed, “about us.. having a baby.”

you nearly laugh, or scoff, or maybe even both, but with the way he’s hiding in your neck, still running his hands all over your stomach, you know he’s serious.

“really, hoon?” you say it almost teasingly, and he grumbles, nodding into your skin. “you want to have a baby with me?”

you run your nails along his back, and he shudders, letting out a gasp, so sweet and so sensitive, that you start feeling your own body get a little hotter.

“yes,” your name spills from his lips, breathy and desperate, “please..”

“that’s why you’re staring at my tummy so much, hm?” you take his cheek in your palm, bringing him closer and closer, wasting no time in splitting his lips apart, holding them against yours and letting your tongue connect with his own. it’s sloppy, slow, and both yours and his lips are glistening with spit when you pull away.

“wanna fill me up, give me a baby?” you run your hands all over his face, tracing over all his hard, sharp features that soften when you talk to him like this, and he’s nodding almost aggressively, repositioning himself to be kneeling in between your legs.

slipping your pants off, he runs his thumb over the small wet patch in your underwear, hooking his finger under the waistband and letting it snap back before tugging them off as well. he looks so desperate, hands almost shaking as they squeeze, tug, and grip at your thighs and hips.

“please..” he mutters, leaning in to kiss your jaw, plush lips closing in on the skin, sucking at it until the skin reddens, purple marks making their way to the surface.

he’s quick, rushing the process as his fingers dip into your wetness, gliding over your folds before letting one of his fingers slip inside. he curls it, pressing into your walls the way he knows you enjoy, getting you used to the feeling before quickly adding a second finger. his palm presses into your clit, and you moan, arching your back into him and slowly grinding on his hand.

he hums, thrusting his fingers a little deeper, separating them and stretching you out before losing patience and pulling them out.

one hand pulls at his basketball shorts, nearly ripping them off his lower half along with his boxers while the other sits in his mouth, groaning as he cleans your juices off.

“so wet, baby, already.. i can’t wait anymore, i’m so sorry, wanna get you pregnant so badly..” he rambles, tensing when you wrap your hand around his cock.

“it’s okay, hoon, go ahead.” you stroke him a few times, squeezing his length, fighting the urge to moan at his face, nearly pained with pleasure. “go on, give me your baby..”

that’s all it takes, coaxing him on like that, for him to push his way in with one swift motion. as soon as the base of his dick meets your skin, your entire body rocks, a sharp moan forcing its way from your lips. he’s so still, so silent, not only letting you adjust to being stretched by his girth, but also holding himself together, avoiding an early orgasm with his pure desperation to be inside of you.

“hoonie..” you whine, squirming to try and get some sort of movement.

he hisses, sucking in through his teeth, before grabbing your hips and slowly pulling out, leaving nothing but the tip, before forcing you back down with nearly all his strength. he picks up the pace quickly, muscles flexing under his black tee as he drags you against his cock.

he’s too lost to fuck you with any rhythm, stifling his own moans and whimpers with his lip between his teeth. eventually he pulls out, flipping you on your back and pressing almost his entire weight on top of you before resuming.

the sound of skin on skin can likely be heard throughout the entire house, wet noises and the scent of sex potent throughout the entire bedroom. your hands tug at the pillows, just about ready to rip holes in them as jihoon pounds you into the mattress, the entire bed shaking with his lust ridden force.

“fuck, baby, i’m sorry, i can’t- i won’t last long, you’re so tight, i-“ he whimpers, tugging on your hair, squeezing your hips to ground himself, trying and failing to push his orgasm away.

you whine, moans staccato, being pushed out with every contact his hips make with your ass. “h- hoonie, please.. please cum in me, want your babies so bad..”

he gets impossibly quicker, propping himself up on his elbows to chase his high with everything he has. one hand slips between your body and the mattress, fingers finding your clit and frantically rubbing against it to bring yourself to the edge with him.

your head is spinning, reeling with the feeling of his dick slamming into you so rapidly, hitting that spot just right. his fingers move so deliberately, so attentively to how you want it despite jihoon being in his own world, and your body burns with pleasure at the sensation.

you’re so close, the string in your lower half nearly breaking when you feel it. it’s almost an itch, cold and tickling at your back, and you turn your head to the side to look at what it is when you hear a sniffle.

jihoon’s crying, failing to hide his own vocalizations, as he moans, tears spilling from his eyes. “so good, baby, gonna cum, fill you up..” he gasps, feeling your cunt flutter around him at the desperation in his voice. “squeezin’ me so good.. i’m sorry, i-“

he stops, stilling. his teeth find your shoulder, sinking into the skin as he cums. you feel it, warm and hot in your stomach, painting your insides, and it throws you into your own orgasm right after. your eyes are screwed shut, legs shaking as you cry out. his fingers never stopped, hips twitching as he rubs you through it, only stopping when you grab his wrist.

he pulls away, pulling out and rolling over onto his back. quickly and “discreetly” wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he rests an arm over his eyes and catches his breath.

you turn on your side, scooting closer until you can put your head on his chest. “hoon, you know i can’t even get pregnant, right?” you remind him, referring to the birth control he comes to pick up with you every month.

you can see his face get impossibly redder. he sighs, “yeah.. babies are kinda gross anyway.”

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svt 🏷️ @coquettejunnie @prettymoles

[youtry2replaceurself]

Ok fuck it uhhh notes thing that I've seen people doing. idk ,, No rules, feel free to spam. No limit to comments either

50 notes - actually try to sleep instead of doomscrolling at night

100 notes - stop trying to break open that pencil sharpener for the sharp bit (I genuinely don't know how to. break it and I'm pissed(

250 notes - drink more water, at least 1 cup per day other than when I take my meds

300 notes - stop biting my arm every time I think of a stupid/mean thing I did in the past

450 notes - throw away those empty soda cans in my room that I've had for a while / generally clean my warzone of a room

500 notes - actually eat lunch every day, no skipping

650 notes - start eating breakfast also

[headdinthewall]

NO MONEY ──  c.dixon  ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : in which you do the ‘i cant help pay the bills trend’ on your boyfriend, chris a/n : sorry for there not being the inside part3, idk when it’ll be out because i have so many little one shot ideas rn but yeah! also og idea goes to @georgeclarkeys thank you for letting me use your idea!🫶🏼 this is quite short but i hope it’s okay x content : established relationship ,, innuendos & chris being dirty

─────── THE SOUND OF the tv played throughout the apartment as you shared the sofa space with Arthur Hill. George was currently out on a date with someone and Chris was doing some sort of content filming in his room, so you gave him the space he needed and yourself in the living room.

Some crappy soap was playing, neither of you paying attention to it as you were both scrolling on your phones.

Your doomscrolling came to an intriguing end as Faith’s tiktok video game up, one of her telling Ethan she couldn’t contribute to the bills for the month, resulting in him just kind of blankly staring at her and laughing.

You turned your phone to Arthur, “What if I did this on Chris?”

He chuckled and nodded, “Please do it.”

You smirked mischievously, standing up off the couch and shuffling towards Chris’ room. Your fluffy sock-clad feet slipped along the wooden floor smoothly and you knocked.

“Yeah?!”

You started recording on your phone, making sure the flash was off and opened the door, “Chris? I just need to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, sure, lovely.” He removed his headset so that it was resting around his neck and looked up at you with full interest.

“I just needed to tell you that I can’t help pay the bills this month.” You muttered, playing the ashamed, bashful role incredibly well.

Chris blinked up at you with a blank look on his face, “Uh … what?”

“The bills. I don’t have enough money to put towards the bills, so I’ll just do it for next month instead.”

He snorted, covering his mouth with his knuckles, “Sorry, when have you ever helped pay the bills?”

“Well …” Shit. He was right. And that wasn’t because you were selfish and made him pay, no. It was because he was adamant that you didn’t need to spend a penny on the bills, not when he was already ‘rolling in it’. His words, not yours. “I wanted to start.”

“Yeah, and I’ve already told you I’m not letting you.” Chris laughed, not taking this seriously at all.

“Chris, it’s not funny.” You suppressed your own laughter, “I can’t contribute any money.”

This time, he actually cackled at your whiny voice, “You have never paid the bills on this apartment in our entire relationship, why do you think I would suddenly care if you have no money to help contribute?”

“I just thought I’d tell you.” You shrugged.

“Okay, well don’t.” He sassed, “Just shush, yeah? I don’t expect you—“

“Chris!” You gasped at his attitude, chuckling slightly.

“What?!” His voice raised slightly in a playful manner, “What do you want me to do, bend you over my knee and spank you? Like, what?”

“Okay, well now you’re being inappropriate.” You huffed with fake dramatics, glancing down at your phone, making sure his face was in frame.

“You’d like it though.” Chris smirked, hands moving back to his headset, “Can I go back to editing this video now so that I can pay the bills so you don’t have to?”

“You’re too sassy.” You grumbled, walking out and stopping the recording.

You skipped back over to the sofa and replayed the video to Arthur, who laughed at it and told you to post it, which you did, making sure to tag Chris.

comments:

chrismd.official ffs i should’ve known

↳ willne it’s your own fault for not noticing the massive fucking phone in her hand. it’s bright blue lad.

↳ chrismd.official too distracted by her beautiful face x

↳ yourusername ergh…

user1 i love her she’s so funny☠️

user2 HELP? THE SPANKING THING???

user3 it’s so obvious they get down and dirty, despite him being a tiny little man

↳ yourusername he does it on stilts

↳ chrismd.official it’s just not true though is it

↳ georgeclarkeey he has a little trampoline to help him get up on the bed, i’ve seen it in their wardrobe

user4 iconic couple

user5 surprised he found someone shorter than him to be honest with you

↳ yourusername im pushing 6’0

↳ arthurhill69 you’re 5’3

user6 chris’ search history a year ago: ‘how to get the girl that’s shorter than me, funnier than me and hotter than me’

faithlouisak why do men always get so sexual with it😒😒

↳ yourusername men☕️

↳ behzinga ????

↳ chrismd.official what??

user7 ‘okay well dont’ gosh why is he part of the sassy man apocalypse

[toshn]

showing mark weird tiktoks :P this is really just pure brainrot i can’t takr it anymore it’s all over my fyp 💔🥀gn!reader i rhink and hero reader!! not proofread!!

it was 11:27 pm. you were doing your usual—doomscrolling on tiktok in bed while laying in mark’s arms after beating the shit out of criminals the entire day. it was the only time where you were able to just lay down and do nothing. if you weren’t born with powers, you would have definitely chose to rot in bed all day eating frosted flakes in the same pajamas you wore the previous day as opposed to working your butt off to fight crime. one could only dream

you’re new latest obsessions, of which mark was graciously subjected to never hearing the end of, was those weird ai generated photos of animals mutated with random things and the cute little japanese mouse-like creature—chiikawa. if you weren’t mouthing off about something a weird half-jet plane half-crocodile said, you’d be crying about how cute chiikawa is. or whoever ‘gluttonous king usagi’ is, as mark would say.

“mark. our streak mark. mark our streaks.” you mumbled with your cheek pressed against his chest, eyes still glued onto the screen in your hands.

“why do you keep sending me this rat in a suit who killed john pork? why is his wife having an affair with a pig?”

you giggled, laughing at the silliness of what came out of your boyfriend’s mouth. “tim cheese was a controlling piece of shit. he doesn’t deserve tina! she should’ve left him a long time ago!”

“and he didn’t have to kill john pork…” mark grumbled, scrolling further up to watch the other tiktoks you sent him. making sure to answer each one and keep your streak alive—or he won’t be hearing the end of it.

you rolled away from his grasp to instead press your stomach against him, your face inches away from his. “yeah! he was totally jealous of john pork. i’ll send you another tiktok so you’ll be able to educate yourself better about the ‘tim-cheese-john-pork saga.” you exclaimed, laying your cheek against him once more. the rumbling of his chest that came from his laugh making your heart swell with how soothing it sounded.

mark was really enjoying hearing you ramble about things he doesn’t even understand. hell, he was a geek himself. but if someone were to put you and him in the same room? (please do) it’s a different story. sometimes he doesn’t even get half of what you’re saying because he can’t catch up with internet humor nowadays—not that he has the time to do so. he patiently waited for you to find the video you were looking for, briefly looking at his own phone before he felt you perk up.

“here look! he betrayed john pork! i kinda feel like pengu is in on it… just- just watch the whole thing!”

and he indeed, watch the whole thing. his face was a flurry of emotions the entire time. he was frowning, furrowing his eyebrows, for a second you thought he was gonna throw hands himself. mark was clearly invested.

“i’m so scared for my life right now. what if i actually am next?”

you let out a hearty laughter, rolling away from mark and onto your back. he had the same reaction as you did the first time you watched the tim cheese lore video. and he even had the same look on his face when tim shot john pork’s head off clean.

“baby this is no laughing matter. who even made this? what beef do they have with john pork? i mean he clearly had pork you know.”

you continued on laughing, the absurdity of the entire conversation further fueling the fire and mark was suppressing his own laughter, determined to be the mature one between the two of you. mark shook his head. dismissing the tiktok that was still playing in the background as he watched you cradle your heaving chest while quiet giggles continued on under your breath.

“alright.” you deadpanned, “it’s no longer funny. i’m over it.” you sat upright, a faux stoic expression on your face and you looked mark right in the eyes— slowly getting back into the position you were once in.

mark shook his head in agreement, placing a hand on your back and rubbing circles on the area as he lifted his phone again to open tiktok. his attention still subtly on you. “yeah, you’re right.” he remarked.

“but what if… pengu actually framed tim cheese and he killed john pork? food for thought, (y/n). food for thought.”

masterlist.

[baskinbucky]

tonight, I asked God a favor.

pairing: bob reynolds x reader

blurb: everyone in the tower knows how much bob likes you and everyone is trying to help him showcase his affection little by little—one of them hopes you’d return the affection before lovesick bob gives up on trying.

a/n: this might be short and narrative heavy, and is mostly focused on bob’s point of view!

warnings: random morning watchtower shenanigans. starlit yearning by bob. fluff! reader being insanely oblivious and everyone gets a bit frustrated to it (except bob)

note: no thunderbolts* spoilers! no proof read.

“Bucky did you just shave?” Yelena blurted out with a spoonful of cereal as she watches Bucky walks toward the kitchen, his eyes boring to Yelena’s. It was as if he wanted to scoop her eyeballs out.

“What’s my beard have to do with your breakfast?” Bucky responded as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the pot, taking a loaf of bread and loaded it within the toaster.

“I was just asking if you shaved!”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I thought i’m just drunk!”

“what?”

“what..?” Yelena responded in a hushed voice as she continue to take spoonfuls of her cereal instead of meeting Bucky’s gaze. It seems that he wanted to reprimand but this time of the day? He doesn’t feel that kind of energy fill him just yet.

Everyone was having a quiet breakfast, Ava’s eyes bore into the newspaper’s editorial section, huffing out comments and low profanities with its content. John seemingly occupied with doomscrolling on his phone, or visiting his now ex-wife’s profile. Alexei telling Bucky stories about Yelena’s childhood and how she manages to get into the team but benched her anyways. Then, there’s Bob who’s too preoccupied with his crossword to even notice that his warm milk went cold.

As if right on cue, everyone pauses what they’re doing when you entered the kitchen, your hair disheveled in all directions possible, your eyes still closed and it’s still such a wonder to everyone present in the room how you managed to walk towards the area without bumping and breaking something.

“Guys, what does it mean when they said that ‘tea’ is not actually hot tea but-” He was immediately cut off of his thoughts when you took a seat next to him, his pencil and crossword booklet held up as if he was being held captive.

“G-good morning, Y/N” He greets softly, like he’s greeting a hedgehog in a burrow, calculated actions and responses is on heightened alert for him because of how flustered he felt the moment you leaned your head on his shoulder.

You did not respond with full words but a nod sufficed from everyone, considering the fact that they might have convinced themselves you’re an episode away from joining as an extra for the clickers role in The Last of Us.

Bob felt your breathing to go slow and steady, it was as if you had only woken up to move places and sleep on his shoulder. While it is common knowledge for everyone to know that you can fall asleep anywhere whenever your body decided to shut off of any ludicrous activity there is to do in the tower—Alexei sometimes suggested to slip in Russian Vodka in your coffee to wake your system.

“Did she just wake up and sleep again?” Alexei asked while he gently itches his head in curiosity, his eyes then wandered on your sleeping figure, Bob’s hand on your shoulder–holding you closer and with such care.

You were knocked out of sleep to even feel Bob carrying you into the living room, gently placing you down on the couch, placing a soft pillow under and draping you with a knitted blanket that he learned making on youtube when Yelena brought crocheting kits for him to pass the time with her.

Everyone in the tower but you knew about how much Bob liked you, from stolen glances that he takes at every movie night and bookstore runs. From every subtle touch that you give Bob makes him blush and fluster—hell, even every time you call him by his name he blushes like crazy.

But Bob doesn’t want you to know, atleast not now.

“Bobby, why don’t you tell our little friend that you like them?” Yelena asked as if it was that easy to do. Like it was easy for Bob to do.

“I’m scared. W-what if she doesn’t like me back? what if she likes someone else! or… or what if I just don’t tell her? Maybe we’ll still be friends! but, but I don’t want us to be friends forever!” Bob rambled like his life depended on it, he began sweating profusely and takes a seat at the edge of the couch, making sure you weren’t disturbed of your slumber.

“You tried giving her the knitted flowers we made? We sprayed that with your cologne, right?” Yelena blurts out again, she says while showing the photo of the knitted flower inspiration they got from Pinterest.

“Did you try serenading her? Women in my days love it when they’re being serenaded or asked to dance.” Bucky adds.

“Have you tried telling her that you want to go out and grab a cup of tea?” Ava asks and everyone turns to her to look, “what? it works every time!”

Everyone was asking and telling suggestions to Bob, which all things mentioned and suggested by them are all waiting into fruituition. Not that Bob is getting impatient with it, but his attempts bring no good news and he is almost on the brink of giving up.

With everyone talking, he felt a bit overwhelmed, and for them to stop talking, it took you to stir a bit of movement in your sleep—was he thankful for your bodily shift on the couch? yes. but was he scared you might tell him to go away? definitely yes.

Everyone was startled, including himself, when you started mumbling incoherent words in your sleep, Bob freezing into his place when he felt your hand hug his.

“Uh, guys?”

“Please help me up or else I will combust and cry and…just please help me up.” He says pleading, his irises enlarged and his cheeks and neck flush pink.

It’s not that he doesn’t want your warmth in his body, but his sole worry was you pushing him away the moment you wake up. He will do anything and everything just to be held by you, but not like this, when it feels like he’s invading your space as you sleep.

When they helped him up, everyone left with words of affirmation and confidently urges him to tell you how he feels even if you’re in sleep—Alexei even mentioned how one can still hear talk to them while asleep and register the words when you wake up.

As he watches everyone leave the area to do their tasks and the whatnots, he remained in his seat at the edge of the couch where you lay, his fingers gently brush the stray hair that covers your eyes, mumbling to himself of how adorable you are while you sleep.

Bob decided to leave you in your place to do some chores while you sleep. He even hesitated for a while and contemplated whether should he kiss you on the forehead or not, to his surprise, he did so anyways. Bucky and Yelena was lurking at the area, hiding behind the pillars of the tower, watched how he kissed you on your forehead, yet still not shuffle to wake up at the gesture.

but oh boy, little did bob knew that you were already awake when he kissed your forehead.

Bob had grown accustomed to doing chores in the watchtower, he doesn’t complain as he had learned how to enjoy every bits of it—somehow helped him ease his worries and the thought of loneliness in his head too. With the amount of things he had done for the day, he did not notice that the sun is about to slip back to its horizons.

He immediately took his time to freshen up, wear the sweater you had given him when you both went out of your way past eight pm on a weekday to go watch movies in the mall.

Thoughts wandered on his head, thinking about the ways on what to tell you and how to tell you–frustration did keep up with him while giving himself a pep talk about how he should not stutter and create a dead air soon after.

As soon as he’s fully clothed, Bob made his way towards the rooftop and leaned forward against the balcony, watching the sun go down to the horizon, not noticing you had slipped in quietly next to him.

You noticed how he closed his eyes and mumbles something in his breath that only him and by all means, a deity to hear. He smelled like fresh flowers and powder, must’ve been the cologne you suggested he use.

If anything, Bob meant the whole world toy ou, as you mean the world to him.

“Oh! Uh—hi. I didn’t notice y-you were here.” He says, slowly mustering up the courage to tell you how he feels about you.

“They told me I’d find you here this time. I kept looking for you as soon as I woke up.”

Those words meant everything to Bob, he felt something at the pit of his stomach, trying so hard not to utter even a squeal.

“I need to tell you something, and it’s–it’s okay if you won’t take it, alright?” you told bob, and he doesn’t have no idea on what it is yet he wanted to jump out of where he stood. He could not find the words to speak so he simply nodded in response.

You slowly lifted your hands to cup bob’s cheeks, leaning against your touch while he kept his on you. You kept your gaze on his eyes, it was the perfect shade of blue and you’d be willing enough to get drunk on those orbs.

“I need you to promise me you won’t walk away after.”

In his head, Bob wonders why, asking so many questions and thinking about the possible things you might tell him. Have you finally set your heart to someone else? Someone better than him? Will you leave the tower because of him?

He was cut off of his train of thoughts when you planted a soft kiss on his lips, he was tense at first—not really registering what’s going yet. Soon enough, his hands trailed down your waist, pulling you closer to him, seemingly not wanting to let you go, nor stop the kiss.

His lips moved in sync with you like it was made solely to kiss yours perfectly. Nothing about kissing you felt rushed to him, it felt like he is floating under a bed of clouds. His lips elicit a soft whine the moment you pulled away from the kiss—yet him? Oh, you can describe bob as the most beautiful thing you have ever laid your eyes on. The lasting rays of the setting sun kissed his skin perfectly like the gods have decided it is time for you to see him the way he is meant to be seen for as long as he had lived.

And for Bob? Oh god, to him, you were his everything. Everything he had yearned and asked for, you embodied everything he wishes to love—to feel love.

“I…I loved you the first time I met you, outside the tower when you greeted the cat hello,” Bob says softly, his eyes wander around your features like he wanted to bore them in his memory.

“I love you not because you’re hot—I mean you are hot, but, I love you because of the way you made me realize I have so much love to give and share. I have so much love still in me that I could look past my flaws and embrace them for what they are. I love you because you made me realize I am capable of loving this way.”

His confession came right out, your eyes glassy and lips curling into a small pout as you listened to him. His emotions raw and true, and you can tell it by the way he looks and holds you ever so gently.

“I love you because you make me happy, and I hope by any means, I make you happy too.”

You hugged Bob and peppered kisses at every inch of his face gently—smiling widely, almost showcasing the crescents in your eyes.

“By all means, you make me happy in the simplest ways possible—even your smallest gestures. and everyday, I only ponder how I could give you the love you deserve, that we both deserve. I love you in the simplest days, and I love you even more at every gaze we slip past each other unknowingly.”

Bob’s lips curled into a soft smile, hugging and placing a kiss on your temple before rocking you back and forth. He heaves a sigh of relief rests his chin your shoulder.

“I’m not entirely religious but tonight, I asked God a favor.” Bob mumbles softly, a chuckle soon escaped his lips as he held you close to his body.

“Oh yeah? what was it?”

“If things go south, I want Him to make you happy, even if it means you won’t be happy with me.”

Those words slipped out of his lips like a sacred scripture, meaning everything he says from that moment on while he kept his warmth close to you. You and Bob have kept your stance on the rooftop, watching the bustling city below you and how the crimson in the sky had shifted into a much more serene shade of blue, littered with glimmering clusters of stars just above your heads.

If happiness needs a tangible evidence to prove its existence, he knew where to go and who to choose, and that will always be you no matter what.

[pomefioredove]

Hello! I hope you feel better soon :) remember to drink lots of water!!

Could I request a one-shot with Idia, where reader brings him a meal they cooked themselves since he hasn't had much to eat in the past few days? (Sorry if this is too vague I've just been having thoughts of taking care of Idia)

no this is perfect! <3 actually just what I needed to write rn

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you have that effect on him

type of post: fic characters: idia additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, food, mentions of eating and not eating, depression👍, actually cute, reader is not there much sorry,,,

One breath in. One breath out.

Idia has been counting the snicks and scorches on the ceiling all weekend.

They're mostly his. Haywire robots and Ortho mishaps, which he always takes the blame for. One dark smudge is from his shoe, when there was a bug on the ceiling and his brother was out of the room.

Each like a star in his own sky, memories of the days he could get out of bed.

This is not one of them.

Nor was yesterday. Or the day before that.

Just one of those weeks.

One breath in, one breath out. Idia feels painfully aware of the rise and fall of his chest.

He'd sent Ortho on some pointless sidequest for the day. He needed to be alone- well, not really. He just didn't want his brother to worry about him.

He gives up sleep, and lies on his side instead, opening his phone to doomscroll again. The harsh blue light makes his eyes water in the dark of his room.

It feels like he's been locked in an unskippable cutscene all week.

What would you think of him if you could see him now?

He doesn't want to picture it. Idia feels pathetic enough as a cringey, awkward, social reject, even if you like him that way.

There's no going up. When he hits rock bottom, he starts digging.

Knock.

Idia cringes at the sound. He was hoping to be asleep before Ortho came back.

Knock, knock.

"Come in,"

But he doesn't. Idia finally looks up, at the door. Ortho will give the compulsory three knocks, then wait for a verbal command, and then come in. He was programmed that way. He usually talks, too.

But, nothing.

Not Ortho, then.

Idia cozies himself back up in bed, dressing himself in blankets as if they were... well, a shroud.

Another hour goes by. At nine PM sharp, Ortho's melodious knocks, his happy chiming, and the light from the hall follow.

"Find that thing?" Idia asks. He can't even remember what he asked Ortho to get.

"Yep! And guess what! You have a present!"

Psh. Wut? Idia looks up from his phone.

Ortho hovers to the edge of the bed and hands Idia something lukewarm, in a covered glass dish.

"Whatsit?"

His brother giggles. "Can't you guess? You don't even need a scanner for it!"

Idia can't help but crack a smile at that, and he slowly sits up. He peels off the lid of the dish. It's soup.

"Did you make this?" he asks, inspecting the lukewarm dish.

Ortho gives a negative chime. "It was by your door when I returned. Would you like me to heat it up for you?"

"Uh..." Idia hums. "...Yeah. That'd be good."

Within a few minutes, it's back in his lap, hot again. Idia cautiously takes a bite. It's rich, filling, and good, clearly homemade. Not some cheap junk out of a can. One spoonful is more filling than any of the garbage he'd eaten in the past week.

"Your hormonal levels and body language indicate that it's satisfactory. Do you know who left it?" Ortho asks.

Idia shrugs. "Someone came by earlier, but I didn't get the door. Who'd leave me a home cooked meal, anyway?"

He eats some more. It's hard not to enjoy himself, if only a little.

"Well..." Ortho says. "...I may have mentioned to the Prefect that you've been unwell."

Idia almost does a spit-take. "WHAT?! WHA- WH?! This is- th-"

"Calm, Idy! I just said you weren't feeling well! They must have thought you were sick!"

He almost collapses on his bed. His hands are shaking. How humiliating. And he already looked lame enough as it was.

One breath in, one breath out.

"They came all the way out here..." he mutters, stirring the soup around the dish.

"They must really care about you, Idy!"

Idia's face goes bright red. "Don't say it like that..." he mumbles.

But he'd be lying if he wasn't secretly hoping that was true. The thought of you having made something like this just because he felt bad... well... it's a nice one.

You care.

Idia makes a mental note to send you a DM later. As thanks. And to ask if you have any soup left. It's pretty good...

Maybe the promise of you coming over will motivate him to get out of bed.

You have that effect on him.

[zaynes-beloved-whore]

OUR LITTLE CROW

Prompt: Sylus' and reader's child wakes up from a bad nightmare and seeks comfort from them. Tags: Sylus x Reader, Soft!Sylus, Non-Nocturnal!Sylus, Girl Dad! Sylus, Fluff, Slight angst, mentions of marriage, mentions of birth. A/N: Used a random prompt generator (again) to write something instead of doomscrolling :) First time imagining Sylus as a parent. Hope you enjoy <3

It was a tiring yet fulfilling night for both you and Sylus as well as your little one. You had wrapped up a successful movie night filled with giggles, sugar rushes thanks to Sylus spoiling your daughter rotten with the variety of sweets, all laid out like a candy shop, scattered popcorn and sticky fingers along with fuzzy blankets under which the three of you huddled together, sharing the warmth of what felt like a bonfire.

Your daughter had chosen her favourite movie series that surprisingly had both you and Sylus hooked, even if you refused to admit it. Your baby was blanketed with the love and adoration shared by you and Sylus whilst she squealed happily and called out to both you and Sylus with the high pitched roars of 'MAMA! PAPA! LOOK!' whenever her favourite character appeared on screen. As the movie neared the end, so did the energy to stay up for your daughter.

She softly drooled on the sleeve of your sweater as she clung to your hand and softly babbled in her sleep. You and Sylus look down with soft gazes and then at each other. A moment passed before toothy grins cracked on both your faces, filled with affection at your daughter's peaceful slumber.

"She drools just like you do, sweetie" drawls out Sylus with a lazy smirk, eyes fixated on your face to capture the immediate shift in your facial expression. "I DO NOT drool Sy!" you whisper shout at him, face flushing red from anger or embarassment, not sure which one. He simply chuckles at your flustered defence, but does not tease you further. You both snap out of the moment and decide that its about time you settle down for the night.

Sylus gently grabs the little one from your clutches as you get up and stretch after laying down for a long time, ready to clean up the mess as soon as possible and embrace the loving arms of your custom made King size bed shared by you and Sylus. Immediately, you get to cleaning up as Sylus takes to tucking the little one into bed, all moving in smooth motion, almost like clockwork.

As you finish up downstairs, Sylus heads into his babygirl's room, he lays her down gently on her cushy bed, cradling her head gently on the pillow before pulling the blankets over her tiny form before she shivers from the slight chill in the air. He watches her form shift around a bit, finding the most comfy position before settling down and letting out soft breaths.

He gazes at her with nothing but pure love, his hand brushing her hair tenderly, softly humming a lullaby over the top of his head. You slowly lean against the doorframe, admiring the heart warming moment unfolding in front of you.

Sylus was and always has been a great father to your daughter. He had been ready to take the next step with you ever since he had proposed, awaiting your permission and willingness to take on the responsibility of being a parent. The first time he held the bundle of joy that was the product of the love shared between you and him, he was absolutely shaken, unable to be certain of the heart beating under his trembling hands, not believing that he and you created this precious soul. After the initial shock wore off he could not keep his eyes off of her, his angel, his girl, who he would go to the ends of the earth for. You remember the nurses having to force Sylus to hand her over for feeding, and only after much reluctance did he let go of her.

Throughout your labour he was by your side, whispering encouragement and comforting words whilst lending his hand to be the clutch that kept you somewhat grounded to reality. Soon after you had given birth, he had rushed over to you, with tears in his eyes, kissing your hands whilst chanting 'Thank you, Thank you for blessing us with our little angel, sweetheart'.

As the memories rolled over your eyes like film, Sylus walked over, graceful as usual. "Don't get lost wandering down memory lane, kitten" he says to you as you snap out of your dream like state. He huffs and bends down to sweep you off your feet and lead you both towards your shared bedroom. "Sylus! I can walk on my own two feet very much thank you." you puff out, but not really struggling in his hold. "I'm aware that you were gifted with more than capable, strong legs that have done a lot more than just walk with me, kitten" he smirks as you gasp at the suggestive undertone of his words. "Sy!"

He merely chuckles his rich man laugh as usual as you finally arrive at your destination. He sets you down on the counter of your bathroom, grabbing both your toothbrushes and handing you yours. You both clean up in comforting silence and stretched out yawns. Changing into his signature satin robe he settles on his side of the bed with a book that he is close to finishing, waiting for you to finish up with your night time routine. As you approach the bed, rubbing your eyes tiredly, he takes you vulnerability as a chance and uses his evol to lift you off your feet (yet again) and haul you straight into his mellow embrace.

"You were taking too long sweetie, I need to cuddle with my dear wife so i can drift to deep slumber" he whispers in your ears. You roll your eyes and chuckle at his childish act. "I came out barely five minutes after you, dearest husband." "Five minutes too many, sweetheart." As you shuffle into a snug position, dark red misty tendrils wrap around the room, switching off the lights and wrapping both your bodies with a luxurious quilt. "Goodnight, sweetie." "Goodnight, babe" you both exchange soft kisses and slowly drift off to sleep.

You wake up to the sound of soft pitter patter against the marble of your bedroom along with slight hitches of breath and sniffles. "Mama?" came the trembling voice of your little baby. You immediately rise up and switch on the bedside lamp, eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden light, Sylus grumbling in his sleep and shifting in his sleep. "What is wrong baby? Why are you crying?" you ask your daughter, worried.

"Bad s-scary dream Mama" your angel hiccups clutching the hem of her Pajamas. "Awww my poor angel had a nightmare? Come here let mama make it better." you coo at her shivering form. As she climbs up the bed, Sylus stirs awake blinking at the light coming from the bedside lamp and sighing. Only when his eyes adjust and take in the image of your daughter sniffing and holding on to you for dear life does he panic and hurriedly ask his daughter what's wrong. "What's wrong baby? Tell Papa what's wrong and i'll fix it up immediately for you."

"Papa!" She turns to Sylus and sobs, immediately clutches his sleeve. He hushes her softly and rubs her back as you gently rock her on your lap, encouraging her to let it all out. She cries and cries many tears that breaks both your hearts into smithereens. Slowly her sobs turn into hiccups then sniffles as she calms down at your gentle ministrations.

"Its gonna be okay little one, you're safe with Mama and Papa. Nothing will harm you. Let it all out sweetie" you both utter softly to her. She finally calms down and coughs slightly from the dryness in her throat. Sylus reaches over to his bedside and grabs some water for her and helps her drink it slowly. "Look at Papa and follow me. Breathe in.... and out." he gently clasps her hands and guides her through the small breathing exercise to bring her breathing under control.

It helps her relax and finally talk about her nightmare. "I-in my dream, the t-tooth fairy stole all my teeth!" she stuttered out in absoulte seriousness. Both you and Sylus sigh out in relief, expecting something darker but were glad to find out that your daughter wasn't dreaming of disturbing things. As they sat and listened to their daughter's rant about the evil tooth fairy, they struggled to hold on to the grins threatening to break out on their faces.

"You're okay now baby girl, the tooth fairy will have to get through Mama and Papa first to get to you." "NOOOO I DUN WANT MAMA AND PAPA'S TEETH STOLEN!" only after much convincing and reassurance did your daughter settle down. You laid her down in between just like old times. Sylus brushed her hair from her face delicately and you petted her gently, both humming the same lullaby that always allowed her to fall into the clutches of deep sleep.

As she fell asleep both you and Sylus leaned down to peck her on the cheeks lovingly. Your daughter was Heaven sent and you couldn't help but look at her in awe, as if still in disbelief that you birthed such a blessing. Meanwhile, Sylus admired you, glowing the same glow of maternal love you did when you first held your little baby. Not one with a belief in gods, yet he still expressed gratitude to the heavens above for blessing him with a breathtaking wife and a precious life.

~Fin.

[hiraethwrote]

there's a lightness in him

summary: finally, the day has come where you get the chance to meet gojo. but megumi doesn't handle it as well as you had hoped

[ loner!megumi x popular!reader ]

cw: college au, modern au, f!reader, fluff, gojo cameo, some angst, aged up characters, no use of y/n

word count: 2.9k

You really wanted to meet Gojo.

For reasons unknown to you, Megumi became even more quiet than usual whenever he was brought up — nearly blatantly refusing to talk about him at all.

Your curiosity was obviously peaked — who was this mysterious individual, who through unfortunate circumstances had ended up basically raising what had turned out to be your perfect boyfriend? Was this where Megumi had gotten his closed off demeanour from? Were shared dinners around the dining table spent in utter silence?

The few things you had gathered about Gojo: he was NOT Megumi’s dad. That was the most important thing you’d learned. Because how dumb were you when you simply assumed the adult man he lived with was his father?

You had also learned that there was a new level to Megumi’s frown that always grew deeper whenever he talked to Gojo on the phone. Granted, he was never happy whenever he was on the phone, but it was something entirely different when he talked to his… guardian?

“What do you mean you haven’t met his family?!” Kasumi exclaimed in pure disbelief once you told her, head tilting up from her doomscrolling.

“As far as I understand, there isn’t much family to meet. It’s mostly just this Gojo figure.”

“And that’s his dad?”

“God no, he’ll bite your head off if you assume so, but whoever he is, he’s the closest thing he has to a parental figure.”

She tried to blink away the worst of her surprise. “But you’ve been together since high school.” It seemed like she wanted the statement to be a question, but it definitely came out more as a judgemental remark.

“Look, his family situation isn’t ideal,” you trailed off, thinking about the few things he had actually opened up to you about — both his sister and his absent father, and you had quickly understood family was a fragile topic for him. So whenever you dared approach the situation about Gojo, you just wanted to be cautious in case there was anything serious he just did not want to talk about.

However, lately, the idea of anything seriously worrisome being the issue had slowly ceased to exist. Megumi genuinely only seemed to be annoyed with whatever it was Gojo said or did — nothing graver than that.

“Does that mean you’ve never been to his house?” Yet another shocked question fired at you.

“No, I’ve been to his house plenty of times,” you chuckled. “It just so happens that Gojo is never home. He’s apparently sent out of town a lot for work.”

She quirked an eyebrow, shaking her head and turning her attention back to her phone. “Your boyfriend is kind of a weirdo, not gonna lie.”

A small, smitten smile automatically grew on your lips. “Yeah, I guess he is,” you said, probably mostly to yourself.

“I have to go now.”

“What, already?” You whined, bottom lip sticking out in a dramatic pout as Megumi got up from his seat beside you. He met your pleading gaze, leaning forward to capture your lips in a tender kiss to ease his departure.

“It’s probably gonna take a while today,” he sighed, walking over to the door. Before his hand had even managed to clasp around the handle, you were already at his side, staring at him with doe eyes while your arms were tucked behind your back — like you always did when you wanted something.

“Then why don’t I come along?” batting your eyelashes at him.

Whatever your ulterior motive was, he was weak for the look you gave him — sucking in his cheeks to smother the smirk you were slowly pulling from him.

“You wanna come along?”

“I wanna be with you as much as possible!”

“You gonna help with errands, too?”

Your innocent smile was pushed into pursed lips instead. “I can watch?”

He instantly let out a taunting scoff. “Cute,” he sighed, placing a quick kiss on your cheek and opening the door to leave. Before he got too far, you already grabbed ahold of his wrist.

“So, you’re going home for these errands, right?”

And once you said ‘home’, Megumi immediately understood why you had suddenly decided to be so persistent in tagging along for his duties, when you always preferred he just get it over with so he could return to you once he was done.

And his body slowly started to tense up, because unlike you, Megumi really did not want you to meet Gojo.

Why? Well, Megumi could list hundreds of reasons why he wanted to shield you from the menace he had lived with most his life. But he knew those reasons were all superficial, and he never really dared put into words what really plagued him about the situation.

“Megumi,” you spoke his name softly, slowly letting go of his wrist. “I want to meet your family.”

There it was again, your genuine interest in him — somehow always catching him off guard despite you proving it to him from the very first moment. He just didn’t feel deserving of it.

It was written all over your features just how important this was to you — guilt striking him as he couldn’t understand why he had been so selfish as to deprive you of meeting his family, when he had no real reason to.

But what wasn’t he willing to do for you? With a clear of his throat, he tried to set aside his ever present anxiety about the situation, grumbling a low “fine” as he pulled out his phone to send a quick heads up to Gojo.

“Wait, really?” The fragile sentiment in your voice was replaced by an airy relief, not quite expecting him to surrender so easily — especially considering how long you’d bothered him about it all.

“Has to happen eventually, right? Might as well get it over with.”

The nonchalant shrug of his shoulders and the look in his eyes was all it took for you to feel your stomach tickle with butterflies — you saw he was trying to power through his stubbornness for you. He wasn't going to let his own struggles triumph how important this was for you.

“You’re just so-“ endless giddiness spilling over in your expression, unable to finish your sentence. You cupped his face and placed the sweetest kiss on his cheek, before you rather abruptly interrupted your own actions by yanking him after you towards his car.

For the entirety of the ride, you held a mostly one sided conversation, hoping your casual talk would calm him down — but it didn’t stop his knuckles from slowly turning paler when his fingers gnawed at the steering wheel, hoping you didn’t catch how his teeth were grinding against each other.

But he wanted to try — for you.

Pulling into the driveway, surrounded by the familiar scenery of the neighbourhood he grew up in, none of his nerves seemed to disintegrate. Even when he opened the door for you (like he always did) and you laced your fingers with his, the nerves remained knotted inside him.

“If you really don’t want to do this-“

“No, ‘s fine,” he interrupted you softly, reactively squeezing your hand to ground himself. “Let’s just get-“

A blaring voice shouting your name cut through the sad tension, both you and Megumi jumping at the sudden outburst.

Capturing your wide eyed glare, you were met with a freakishly tall man staring directly at you with the most intense blue-eyed stare one could imagine and untamed hair of the purest white — and lastly, a somewhat off putting grin that was overflowing with outgoing charm.

This was Gojo? The Gojo? The very same who had raised your stoic and quiet boyfriend? The one who seemed to have too much pent up energy in his body, despite the size of it? This was not at all what you had expected.

You were about to take a polite bow to introduce yourself, but Gojo simply waved his hand. “No need for formalities. Feel like I know you already.” His smile never wavered, even when he took a step back to let you in.

Megumi was already grumbling to himself, unable to stop how his fingers clenched harder on your hand as a reaction to Gojo’s first appearance — and heat was rising up his neck, slowly colouring the tips of his ears red with embarrassment.

“So glad you finally managed to convince him,” Gojo nearly sung, leading all three of you into the kitchen. “I’ve tried desperately since that day he first visited you. But Megumi never listens to me.”

He was so far from the character you had created in your mind, taking some time let the new impression replace the old one. He leaned so casually against the kitchen counter, while Megumi acted on instinct and pulled out the stool for you, taking a seat next to you.

“I couldn’t quite believe my eyes when he came back home that evening, and he smiled. You know how hard I try to make him smile?”

“Oh, it’s not so hard,” you laughed along, turning to look at your boyfriend only to see he was looking at Gojo with chronically furrowed eyebrows. The lump in your stomach formed immediately, hating just how displeased Megumi appeared to be — reaching out to grab his hand under the table, head turning to look at you, smoothing the crinkles on his forehead. You started to believe he wasn’t even aware of the way he was looking at Gojo, because all evidence of annoyance was gone when he shifted his eyes towards you. “He smiles plenty.”

“Hmpf,” Gojo pouted, arms crossing loosely over his chest. “Well, maybe you just share the same bad sense of humor.” The comment caught you a little by surprise before the genuine laugh slipped past your lips, while Megumi went back to shooting him an ugly scowl.

“I’ve been wanting to meet you too for a while.”

“Is that so?” His tone sounded accusatory as he met Megumi’s eyes. It didn’t take a genius to understand the subtext that Megumi had served him excuse after excuse on why he’d never introduced you.

“Yes, but my schedule is crazy busy,” the lie rolling of your tongue so easily, Megumi almost believing it himself. “Something always came up whenever we tried to make it happen.” It was a small gesture, yet Megumi’s heart fluttered lightly at how you tried to make this as comfortable as possible for him.

“I’m very pleased you finally got the time,” he beamed, seemingly buying into the lie.

And then the conversation flowed as smoothly as butter. He asked questions about your studies and your family, showing a real interest in your life. And he was funny — the clutching-your-stomach type of funny. You didn’t even notice when Kuro and Shiro walked into the kitchen, Shiro lightly nudging your hand for pets before both of the dogs laid down by Megumi’s feet.

But the conversation consisted mostly of your and Gojo’s voice, Megumi only contributing with a weak “hm” or “sure” whenever fitting, which definitely put a thorn in the atmosphere of the company.

“How about we get around to those errands?” You suggested, bringing an end to the constant rambling you knew Megumi had probably prayed would stop.

“Yeah, we probably should,” he mumbled lowly, quickly jumping out of the seat he had been glued to since you arrived. “I just have to get something upstairs-“

“Just go,” you giggled, knowing he was about to ask if you were alright with being left alone for a second.

Megumi hurried away, leaving you and Gojo alone. It didn’t take long before he broke the silence again.

“He’s not usually this cold towards me.” His tone had completely changed, now full of sentiment, one you could only assume came from genuine love for Megumi. “It doesn’t look like it, but I’m sure he secretly likes me. The death glares are at least kept to a minimum when it’s just the two of us.”

“He has a tendency to be a little cranky.” He smiled then, a small and almost shy smile.

“I’m going to make this quick, because he’ll be back down any second,” he took a deep breath as he straightened his posture. “After you came along… I’ve never seen him like this.” Your breath hitched in your throat at the slightly ominous statement. “There’s a lightness in him I’ve never seen before. You clearly mean a lot to him, which is why he exaggerates his frown. He’s just being protective.”

With further clarification, your shoulders found rest, starting to shuffle towards the front door, Gojo close behind. “Believe it or not, he brings me lightness too.”

“No, I believe it,” he smiled as Megumi came down the stairs, both of his dogs following him. “I see it in you too.”

“Ready to go?” Megumi asked in a monotone voice, already having put on his shoes and opened the door.

“It was nice meeting you, Gojo,” you bowed.

“Looking forward to the next time.” Megumi didn’t manage to fully conceal the quiet groan that escaped him, both you and Gojo deciding to not pay it any attention.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” Megumi sighed, already halfway down the pathway, simply waving goodbye over his shoulder.

“I’ll miss you!” Gojo yelled dramatically after him, your boyfriend never sparing him a second glance. While he opened the car door for you, you decided to pay Gojo the decency of a smile and a tiny wave.

Megumi did not hesitate to start the engine, his childhood home quickly disappearing behind you.

Then silence hit — thick silence, nearly suffocating on all the thoughts you could so clearly tell was swarming Megumi’s mind.

“I like him,” you breathed, leaning back on the headrest.

“Yeah? I’m glad.”

“You don’t sound glad.”

“Sorry.”

His eyes were glued ahead, as if there was nothing more interesting than the boring scenery and the asphalt going straight ahead.

“Megumi?”

“Hmm?”

“Why didn’t you want me to meet Gojo?”

He didn’t answer — he only let out a deep breath through his nose which you suspected had been trapped in his lungs since the moment you first pulled up in his driveway. Then he pulled over, the car slowly rolling to a halt.

Your pulse quickened, eyeing how his hands had left the steering wheel only for him to pick at the skin around his nails — a nervous tick you only saw him do when he was extremely anxious.

“I don’t want to mess this up.”

His confession was quiet, and had it not been for the fact that there was not a sound in the car or any distractions outside, you would not have been able to hear it.

“Meeting family… it brings expectations. And if I am to mess this up-“

“Don’t say that, you’re not going to mess this up!” You cut him off, hands cutting through the air to intertwine your fingers with his, stopping his bad habit.

“You don’t know that.” His voice still came out low, eyes directed at your hands. “After last time-“

“Stop it,” you interrupted again, bringing one hand to his face to force him to look at you, breaking your heart when his eyes had turned glossy. “We’re past that now, okay?”

“I know we are, it’s just-“ he took another deep breath, “for some reason, I just felt like that if I kept you from meeting him, I could contain the damage and disappointment if I were to screw it up.”

“I didn’t know you felt this way,” you sniffled quietly, fighting not to let the tears take over. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know,” he averted his gaze again, back to fixating on his lap. “Scared, I suppose.”

“You’re not in this alone. You can always talk to me about these things, okay?”

“Mhmm,” the weak sound was barely heard.

Once again you cupped his face, wanting his eyes on you when you said “I’m on your team, Megumi.” His nostrils flared, not wanting the tears to spill. “Please just let me be on your team!”

Yet again he took another deep breath to steady himself, slowly beginning to nod along before leaning into your touch. “Okay,” he whispered.

He didn’t say it, but you could sense how he had actively reached within himself to fint sparks of confidence to give himself over to your request.

Megumi was just used to doing things on his own, never depending on anyone but himself. And up until he met you, that had worked perfectly fine. But faced with a relationship, he had found himself between a rock and a hard place, where exposing himself emotionally to another human being was necessary for it to work — and you were worth every ounce of dedication. Every other aspect of his life had turned miniscule in comparison to you.

He hadn’t exactly made it easy for you to cooperate when it came to his feelings. But that stopped now, fully surrendering to the fragility one could not avoid in a relationship. He knew you’d be there.

“You want me to drive?”

“No, it’s fine,” he sighed, the evidence of tears gone as he sat back up in his seat. He removed your hand from his face to place a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“You’re not still going to run errands, are you?” Your pulse finally started to calm down when you spotted a small smirk lurking at the corner of his lips.

“Not a chance.”

“My place and order in?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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a/n okay idk what's happening but i'm not quite vibing with my writing lately... words aren't wording iykwim... however, did yall catch me teasing some angst in here tihi?? look forward to that