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bowsellie · 9 months

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we have chemistry

warnings: college!ellie x college!reader, stoner!ellie, chronically ill reader (not specific, just mentions of fatigue and a medical accommodation for a single room for plot reasons lol), weed usage (Ellie and reader), mild language, briefly proofread, no use of y/n minors dni! smut in 3rd section! top!ellie, some degradation, praise (reader called a good girl, pretty girl, etc., ellie told she's doing a good job), SO MUCH CONSENT WE <3 CONSENT, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), aftercare.

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You didn't want to be taking organic chemistry. Nobody in that class did--not even the chemistry majors. But as finals season rolled around, you found yourself spending extra time to make sure that it would at least be worth your while. Needless to say, not everybody shared the same drive.

As the clock hit 8:49am on the last class before the exam, everybody started shoving their laptops away despite the professor's continuing drone. To your right there was an extra loud snap! as the student beside you--an auburn-haired girl you'd never seen before--shut the screen with finality. You shot her a glare, gently closing your notebook as people began to trickle out.

"You're smart, right?"

You angled your face towards the sound, assuming somebody was having a side conversation close by. Instead, you found yourself face to face with striking green eyes leaning to reach your line of sight.

"Hi. Yeah, you. You're using an actual notebook and have all the fancy pens and shit, so...are you smart?"

Your eyebrows drew together slightly as you shrugged with one shoulder. "I try, I guess. Um...why?"

One corner of the girl's mouth picked up. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I've literally never been to this class before. My grade sucks. But I really don't want to retake this shit. Do you think you could help me?"

You stared at her incredulously, mentally calculating the equation of audacity and arrogance it must take to expect a complete stranger to help despite a clear lack of effort.

You opened your mouth slightly to say some variation of hell fucking no, who do you think you are anyways?, maybe you should have considered that before skipping literally every other class meeting when she stuck out her hand. "I'm Ellie, by the way. I'll pay you for helping me." When you hesitated to shake it, she added a "please".

You rolled your eyes, shaking the girl--Ellie's--hand with slightly too much force. "Fine. Whatever. Give me your number." You slid your phone across the table, already open to the contacts app, and watched as she typed.

"You're a lifesaver! Thank you..." she asked, pausing for your name. You gave it. "Thank you."

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Getting back to your dorm and settling into bed for a nap, you briefly texted the number now in your phone as "Ellie" with the last name "Wehavechemistry".

hey

Almost immediately, three dots popped up.

hey there. do you like my contact? lmao

i mean, we do have chemistry together. so like...sure?

no no no. i meant like...we have chemistry. wink wink nudge nudge. and my last name starts with a w so it's funny. do you get it?

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it's funny.

yeah yeah sure. very funny. hahaha. anyways.

when did you want to come over? i'm free all weekend, and the final's monday. sooooo

oh shit

didn't realize the final was monday

ummmmmmmm how does tomorrow at 8pm work? do you have a roommate or something we need to accommodate for?

no, no roommate. tomorrow at 8pm works fine for me. see you then, ellie.

Turns out, texting with Ellie wasn't all that insufferable. She was friendlier than you expected, and every time you put your phone down to try and fall asleep you found your heart beating too fast at every notification to actually put it down.

Instead, you kept the conversation going until 8pm the next day rolled around, when instead of a text you got three loud raps at the door.

Opening it up, you saw Ellie in the same hoodie as yesterday. This time, her hair was slightly damp and she smelled like...old spice and something pungent and earthy. Did she shower already?

"Hey," you said, suddenly feeling awkward and over dressed in your jean shorts and crop top, hair still done from that afternoon. "You can come in."

Ellie grinned at you as she slid in the door. "We have a semester of schoolwork to cover. Hope you're prepared for a long night," she said.

"Trust me, I am. Did you bring anything?" You asked, looking for a bag as she climbed on to your bed.

"Nope. Not school stuff, anyways." Curious, you tossed your notebook towards her and watched as she pulled a pre-rolled joint and lighter from her hoodie pocket. "I'm assuming you don't smoke since you're like, a nerd, but do you mind if I do?"

You shook your head, dropping your jaw in false offense. "How lame do you think I am? Just because I actually go to class doesn't mean I'm a nerd."

Ellie shot you a disbelieving look, but handed you the joint anyways as you joined her on the bed. "Here, have the first hit. As a thank you for helping me out."

She lit it for you as you inhaled, passing her the weed and opening your notebook. "If this keeps you from retaining information that's not my fault. Just saying."

"Trust me, I'm so alert right now it's crazy. All of tonight is gonna be stuck in my memory for a while."

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The room gradually grew darker, lit only by your adjusting lamp and the last smoldering ashes of the joint as you reached halfway through the notebook.

You breathed heavily through your nose, looking at Ellie seriously. "It's so late. We're not going to finish this tonight."

As she looked up at you, you suddenly noticed how much closer you two had moved over the course of the night. Had your thighs been touching the whole time? Has her breath always been so close it's hitting your cheek? Why did she have to smell so good?

Your own breath caught in your throat as she leaned even closer to you, placing a hand so close to your leg you could feel the fabric of her sweatshirt against her bare thigh. Almost imperceptibly, her gaze flickered down to your chest, now rapidly rising and falling.

"How set do you think I am for this stupid final?" Ellie asked seriously, a rasp in her voice either from smoke or the lowered pitch.

"You picked up on everything really well, so at least the first half I think you'll do fine."

She grabbed your left hand in both of hers, causing your breath to catch again. Her eyes flickered down again, this time lingering longer. Following her gaze, you noticed the top of your bra peeking out.

"Sorry," you said, quickly adjusting your shirt to cover it as heat spread through your body.

"No, no, you're fine. Sorry for looking," she said. You looked at her face, watching as her eyes seemed to trace the shape of your shoulders and the line of your throat.

The air thickened with tension, but you found yourself not wanting Ellie to leave yet. "So, why did you take this class anyways? If you didn't want to go?"

Finally, she met your eyes. "I need a chemistry for my major. Astronomy. I thought I would like this one, but didn't realize it was a fucking 8am when I signed up. By the time I realized I wasn't going to make it up that early it was too late to drop." She shrugged. "What about you? Big chemistry fan?"

You snorted. "Not really, but I also needed a chemistry for my major. I like the 8ams, it lets me have afternoons free to sleep. That's why I don't have a roommate--medical accommodations for fatigue or whatever." She nodded along, genuinely listening.

"Well, hopefully I don't have to retake this class. Next time there probably won't be a pretty girl willing to help me out."

You smiled at her, breathing sharply out of your nose in a laugh. "We'll see what we can do."

A beat of silence washed over you before Ellie pointed towards the pride flag on your wall with her chin. "So...are you..." She began, causing you to laugh full out this time.

"Yeah. Obviously, I'd hope, but if you're feminine people tend to assume otherwise I guess." You smiled and looked at her. "Are you?"

Ellie placed a hand on her chest. "I'm hurt you had to ask. I've been trying to flirt with you since I got your number, babe."

Oh.

"Oh."

She leaned back a little. "I can cut it out, if you want. I couldn't tell if you were into it or not."

Without giving her time to continue doubting, you sprung forward and attached your lips to hers. Threading your fingers in her hair and breathing in as you pulled back.

"So...you are into it?"

"I'm a little dense, Ellie. Don't let the color-coded notes fool you. But yes. Now that I know...I'm into it."

She smiled at you with one side of her mouth again, this time leaning forward to kiss you first. Lips opening slightly, you felt her body around yours as her hands found the bed and pushed you on to your back.

Ellie pushed her tongue gently into your mouth, settling between your legs as they fell open. As you felt her weight between your hips, you groaned a little.

Whining a little as she pulled away, your eyes fluttered shut as Ellie threaded her fingers through the hair by your ear. "Is this supposed to be my payment?" you asked, leaning into her touch.

"Shut up," she said playfully, leaning in to kiss you again. This time it was more forceful, teeth bumping against teeth as your tongues chased each other. Too focused on the overwhelming sensation of Ellie's mouth on your own, you broke the kiss to moan in surprise when you felt her knee push against your core.

Using the opportunity to trail her mouth down your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck, Ellie asked "is this okay, baby?" between kisses. You nodded before remembering she couldn't see you, instead responding with a slightly choked "yes."

In response, her lips attached right behind your ear as her teeth sunk into you and she began to suck. You groaned, bucking your hips against her knee. Kindly, she began to push it back into you, laughing into your neck as you continued whimpering.

"What?" you asked. "Why are you laughing?"

Ellie pulled away from the spot she had been working into your collarbone, meeting your eyes. "You're just so pretty. Can't believe I have you falling apart for me and I've barely touched you."

Your mouth fell open at her words, groaning. Ellie's mouth found yours again, her hands reaching for your tits over your shirt. "Can't blame me for looking at these," she said between kisses, "You look so good in this shirt."

"Take it off, then," you said. You sounded braver than you felt, your stomach doing absolute flips as the girl over you quickly complied to reveal your lacy nude bra.

"I like this," she said softly. "I want it off, though. Is that okay, pretty?" You nodded. The bra was nothing special--just comfy and the right color. If Ellie liked it, though, it was now one of your favorites.

Her mouth moved down your chin and neck to attach to your left nipple, bringing a hand to your opposite hip as she sucked and licked lightly. Your hips continued to buck against her knee, which was now stationary as you essentially rode her thigh.

Chuckling a little, Ellie looked up at you and began unbuttoning your shorts. "Knew you'd be needy. What kind of thoughts are you hiding from me?" she asked, pulling off your bottoms and panties in one go when you lifted your hips to help.

You smiled a little watching her eyes attach themselves to the spot between your legs. "What can I say?" you said. "Maybe I'm a little slutty if the right girl has me under her."

This seemed to light something in Ellie, who watched your face as she brought your face down to your pussy. Close enough to feel her breath, her eyes gleamed as she moved away from your hips chasing her.

"Please," you asked, voice breaking. "Please, Ellie."

"Guess you are a slut, huh? Begging for me already." Whatever response you had was cut off by a screaming moan as her mouth attached itself to you, immediately lapping at your clit before interspersing it with longer licks. Your legs shut around her face as your hands grabbed into her hair, pulling a little as you noticed the groan she made at the pressure.

"That feels so good, Ellie." Her motions sped up at this, and you hurriedly repeated the phrase as she focused more attention on your clit. Feeling everything tighten, you wrapped your ankles around her back as your hips lifted almost completely off the bed. Still attached to you, Ellie fully moaned as you pulled her hair and came over her face.

Whimpering softly as she pulled away, you audibly groaned when she looked up at you and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "You did so good, baby. Do you have another one in you?"

You quickly nodded, feeling words escape you. All you wanted was for her to say you did good again.

Ellie leaned into you, placing her head into the crook of your neck as her fingers ghosted lightly over your hips, stomach, and thighs. Finally, you felt them dip into the pool of wet that had collected in your cunt. Spreading the mix of saliva, cum, and arousal up to your clit and around your hole, she slowly pushed a slender finger into you. Your back arched off the bed when she began pumping it in and out, chuckling against your neck.

"Such a pretty girl. You're doing so good," she whispered. Your moans grew louder at her words and she pushed another finger in. "Good girl," she breathed, kissing your neck and jaw as she worked into you.

"Ellie," you gasped. "Ellie, please."

"What, baby?"

"Please, Ellie, please. Wanna cum."

You felt her lips quirk up against your collarbone as she added a thumb to your clit and a curl to her fingers. Quicker than you'd ever been able to get there yourself, you felt the tightening of your gut. She swallowed your moans with a sloppy kiss, gently catching your bottom lip between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue. She used her other hand to hold on to your hair at the scalp as you writhed, second orgasm shuddering through your body.

"Good girl," she said as she worked you through it. Sitting up, she wiped her fingers on your thighs before moving up up to let you rest your head on her chest. "You did so good, baby. My smart, pretty, good girl."

You whimpered a little, not prepared to speak just yet. Ellie seemed to understand and didn't push you, holding you and playing with your hair until you leaned back to smile at her.

"That was good. Thank you," you told her, leaning in for a kiss that tasted of your sweat and pussy.

Ellie broke away, moving the hand wrapped around your waist to grab something out of your back pocket. She placed it on your bare chest, tucking it between your tits.

"What do I look like, a prostitute?" you asked. "Much love to them, but..."

Ellie raised her eyebrows. "I mean, you fuck like a professional, but this is for helping me study."

You grabbed the bill and pushed it back into her pocket. "Save it for next time. We need to finish that notebook if you want to actually pass this class."

Ellie kissed the top of your head. "How does tomorrow work?"

A/N this is basically a self insert...my bad. tried to make it as inclusive to different readers as possible. let me know if there's anything I can improve on!! <3

#Ellie smut #Ellie williams smut #Ellie williams #Ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #Ellie williams x you #Ellie williams oneshot #stoner!ellie #college!ellie #she's astronomy major coded prove me wrong

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ale-wosofan · 2 months

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tired

Ona x R

R is exhausted after a long day at work.

warnings: none

a/n: this took way longer than it should have, but I'm studying for my exams and I've read this so many times that English doesn't feel like a real language anymore. Anyways, enjoy!

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If there is something you hate is having to wake up early. Thankfully your work doesn’t require it unless something important comes up. You love waking up slowly, taking your time to admire your girlfriend’s sleeping form and the way she always looks so calm. You usually wake her up by leaving kisses all over her face and, once you’re sure she won’t fall asleep again, you cook a nice breakfast for the two of you while she gets ready for training.

Sadly for you today you haven’t been able to do any of those things. You slipped out of bed as soon as your alarm woke you up, so you wouldn’t disturb Ona. The hours passed slowly as all you have been able to think about is getting back to your bed and your girlfriend.

Having been awake since six in the morning, when you finally get home you’re more than a little exhausted.

Ona is by your side before you can even close the door.

“Hola, mi vida,” she greets you placing a soft kiss on your lips and opening her arms for you “How was your day?”

You can only grunt in response melting into her arms, not really in the mood to talk. Your girlfriend lets out a chuckle and just hugs you tighter.

“You smell nice,” you murmur burrowing your head on her neck to take a deep breath “I missed you.”

Ona laughs again and you can't help but smile at hearing your favourite sound “You saw me this morning.”

“Exactly. Way too long ago.”

Just when your eyes start to close she takes a step back from your embrace.

“What do you want to have for dinner today? Sushi?” your face lights up at the mention of your favourite food “Sushi it is.”

“Thank you, love. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You take longer than usual in the bathroom since all the exhaustion from the day is starting to catch up to you, but you somehow manage to shower without falling asleep standing up. Once you’ve gotten into more comfortable clothes you walk over to the couch where your girlfriend is sitting playing with her phone.

You drop yourself on her lap and lay your face in her chest.

“Dinner should be here in ten minutes or so,” Ona says setting her phone down and beginning to run her hands up and down your back.

You hum happily and focus on the hard thump of her heart in your ear. With the feeling of her steady breaths underneath you, you feel yourself starting to drift off. You’re about to fall asleep when the sound of the doorbell rudely interrupts you, forcing your girlfriend to get up and you to try to wake up before eating.

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Your mood unsurprisingly improves once you’ve gotten some proper food and drink in your stomach. Normally after dinner the two of you sit down to watch TV for a little while, but today you’re too tired to even concentrate.

You are ten minutes into the film when Ona speaks.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just tired,” you mumble trying to stay awake.

You frown when your girlfriend turns the TV off and gets up offering you a hand. “Let’s go to sleep then.”

Smiling at her, you take her hand and let her lead you to the bedroom. Once you’re both settled in bed she wraps her arms around your waist, bringing you closer to her.

“Te amo,” Ona whispers in your hair.

You lift your head from where you have buried it in her neck and blink a few times, trying to shake off the sleep a little bit so you can properly answer her.

“I love you too. G’night.”

Before resuming your previous position though, you take your girlfriend’s face in your hands and kiss her sweetly. It’s a pretty short kiss, you can barely see Ona’s face in the darkness and you’re already half asleep, but you are in bed after a really long day in the arms of the woman you love; you couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“Buenas noches, cariño.”

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lee-lucius · 7 months

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Tickletober Day 1: Secret

Summary: After a ticklish encounter, Killua and Gon both discover the secrets they were keeping from each other.

Word Count: 2,012

I'm back! Sorry for disappearing, but going back to has been... an adjustment 😅. Anyways, I'm back for Tickletober, and I'll do my best to update. I hope you enjoy! 💙

The smile on his face was blinding. Golden streaks of sunlight shone through the shutters, streaming across his tawny skin; dazedly bright hair splaying across the cushions, enrooting itself into the depths of the couch; his head bent at an unnatural angle, body pinned in a mass of entangled limbs. Through the scuffle, Killua caught glimpses of him—his eyes squeezed shut, a flush blooming across his skin with the brightest smile Killua had ever seen illuminating his face.

"Leheheohoriohoho!" Gon cried, bursting with brilliant laughter, as he squirmed hopelessly in his grasp.

"I don't wanna hear anything from you but an apology, you little punk!" Leorio growled with mock anger, a satisfied smirk on his face. He almost looked happier than Gon.

"Wahaihit! Nohoho! Nohohohot thehehere!" He squealed, after Leorio seemingly moved to a worse spot. It was hard to tell with all the squirming.

"Come on, I want to hear it! 'I'm sorry, Mr. Leorio! I won't do it again!'"

"I'm sahahaharry!"

"And?" He asked teasingly, but gradually eased up on the tickling.

"Ahahahand I wohohon't ahahgahain!"

Killua didn't know what Gon even did. He only came rushing into the room after having heard Gon's screams, only to be greeted by… this. The two hadn't even seemed to notice him standing in the doorway.

Until Leorio finally eased up, releasing Gon and ruffling his head with a chuckle. "That'll teach you a lesson not to mess with me. Oh—hey, Killua! When did you get here?"

Gon peaked a glossy brown eye open, meeting Killua's, who immediately looked away, blushing after being caught.

"I heard the noise and came to check it out," he muttered, gaze firmly on the floor. "Then I found you two idiots."

"Hey, I'd be careful if I were you! Or else we might just get you next. Right, Gon?"

He laughed good-naturedly. Killua didn't know if it was because of what Leorio said or the fact that he hadn't stopped giggling since Leorio let him go.

"I'm not ticklish."

"Oh yeah?" Leorio challenged, a grin growing on his face.

"I'm not," he exclaimed bodly, raising his arms and crossing them behind his head with a smirk. "Go on. Try me."

Barking out a laugh, Leorio quickly strided across the room. "You're just asking for it now."

Despite his cool demeanor, Killua couldn't help the nerves spreading through him. He didn't think he was ticklish, but he actually wasn't sure.

He'd been isolated in his home his whole life, until he left for the exam. And his family certainly wasn't affectionate. He was more likely to get a punch than a hug growing up. The only exception was with Alluka, and while they had a few playful interactions over the years, Killua always started it, and Alluka wasn't one for revenge.

So, he had never actually been tickled before, despite his false bravado. But, at the very least, he hoped his training would come in handy now.

Leorio had now crossed the room and stood in front of him, wiggling his fingers in a teasing way that made Killua's heart beat faster. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he was ticklish.

"You sure you don't wanna beg for mercy? I might take it easy on you if you do."

Killua only laughed confidently, making Leorio tsk and shrug, digging his hands into Killua's armpits, saying, "It's your funeral."

Then, after a moment, "Huh?"

There was nothing. No reaction from Killua. Not the slightest twitch of his lips, and his arms didn't budge for a second.

"Well then… I guess I'll just have to try somewhere else!" Leorio exclaimed, still confident in his ability to reduce him to a laughing, begging mess.

Again, nothing. Not at his stomach or sides or ribs or anywhere else he tried.

Dumbfounded, Leorio shook his head, "Are you… really not ticklish?"

"I told you, idiot," Killua shrugged, brushing past him to turn back to his room. "This was a waste of time," was all he said before he disappeared, leaving behind a disappointed Leorio and Gon.

It was hours later before the subject came up again. After dinner, Gon and Killua had returned to their shared room to settle down for the night, when Gon suddenly blurted, "Are you really not ticklish?"

"What does it matter?" Killua asked, a faint blush heating his face. He faced the wall, hoping Gon wouldn't notice from the other side of the room.

"I'm just surprised. I didn't even know someone couldn't be ticklish—is it part of your assassin training?"

Killua hesitated. "It's… a secret."

"A secret?"

"Yeah."

It was stupid. It was Gon. There was no reason not to tell him the truth, but he didn't know why he'd lied to Leorio earlier either.

The idea had been exciting, and Killua was never one to turn away from a challenge, so he let Leorio tickle him. And it did tickle, or at least he thought it did. It had never happened before, but it sent a weird, warm, fuzzy feeling throughout his whole body. Instead of laughing, he ignored it and carefully controlled his reactions to appear unaffected.

"What if…" Gon started, drawing him from his thoughts, "I told you a secret, and then you told me yours?"

He paused, considering it. It wouldn't be that bad for Gon to find out, and he was curious; he didn't know Gon kept any secrets from him.

"Fine, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Yeah!" Gon eagerly shot up from his bed, running over to sit next to Killua, who reluctantly turned to face him, hoping his face wasn't as hot as it felt.

Gon offered his pinky in a surprisingly familiar routine, and Killua locked it with his own. "Pinky promise and if I lie, stick a thousand daggers in my eye! And seal it with a kiss!"

It didn't sound exactly like how Killua remembered Gon doing it with his Aunt Mito, but he didn't say anything, simply smiling at the subtle change.

"Okay, you first," Killua ordered.

Gon didn't hesitate. "I like being tickled."

His brows furrowed, "Why's that a secret?"

"I don't know," Gon shrugged, flopping onto his back. "I just haven't told anyone before. It's a little embarrassing…"

Killua flopped down next to him. "Well I don't think Leorio or Kurapika would want to tickle you if you didn't like it."

"I guess. Anyway…" he looked at Killua expectantly, "what's your secret?"

His face heated, and he shifted to lay on his side, facing his back towards Gon to try and hide his embarrassment. "It's stupid."

"Mine was too."

He sighed, mumbling, "I think I am ticklish."

"Really?" Gon exclaimed, shooting up. "But you didn't react to Leorio at all!"

"Yeah, but it felt weird. Like… tingly," he shrugged, burying his face in his hands to avoid Gon's gaze. "I don't know. That was the first time anyone's tried to tickle me."

"Hmm…" he hummed in thought, considering. "What if I tickle you?"

"What?!" Killua exclaimed, dropping his hands from his face to prop himself up on his elbows.

"Then we can find out if you're ticklish. Want me to?"

He frowned, toying with the bedsheet between his fingers. "What if… I don't like it?"

"Then I'd stop," Gon answered simply. "Promise."

That, he supposed, made sense for Gon to say. Still, it was an odd sentiment.

Touches, throughout his life, had been designed to hurt, a painful lesson he'd have to learn if he was to continue his family's business. It never mattered if he wanted it; in fact, his family seemed to enjoy it more when he didn't.

There was no casual affection, no simple comforts, no consideration. Nothing like the simple ease Gon's, and his other friends, touches promised. There was instinctive unease, the desire to build up a facade and hide behind it, the lessons to never show weakness, but none of that mattered now.

Because Gon and Leorio and Kurapika, they wouldn't try to hurt him. He was safe with them.

"Okay, you can try," he finally answered, taking a deep breath.

There wasn't even a moment to compose himself before Gon pounced on him, wildly scribbling his fingers across Killua's stomach. He gasped, wriggling beneath him as the tingly, electric feeling spread back through him, shocking his limbs and making his heart stutter.

"Okay so far?" Gon asked, grinning in that beautifully bright way that made it hard to look at him, so Killua brought his arms back up to cover his face again and nodded.

"I-It's weheheird," he giggled, slightly muffled by his hands.

"Good weird or bad weird?" Gon asked, stilling his hands to let Killua gather his thoughts.

"...Dunno," he mumbled, blush darkening.

"At least now we know you're ticklish!" He said, then, after a few moments of silence, "Want me to keep going?"

It was another few moments before he slowly nodded, "Y-You can."

"Then…" Gon reached out, grabbing onto his wrists and pulling his hands away from Killua's face, his own hovering a few inches above it. There was a weird feeling in Killua's chest that he didn't have the time to dwell on. "I want to see your face."

Overwhelmed, Killua turned away, looking at the wall instead. "Whatever."

He could practically feel the brightness emanating from Gon's smile without even looking.

"Ready?" Gon asked, releasing his wrists. Through the corners of eyes, he swore he saw Gon curling his hands into claws.

"Three…" he drawled, giggling to himself as he counted down. "Two…"

Killua just wanted him to get it over with already, which definitely was because of how annoying Gon was being, not because of the building anticipation that made it feel like his stomach was doing flips.

"One!" he cried, digging his fingers into Killua's ribs, making him burst into loud, wild, boyish laughter.

His arms shot down, shoving at Gon's who managed to masterly avoid him.

"Should I stop?"

There wasn't time to think about how embarrassing it really was, only how much fun he was having with his best friend, and how he was safe and comfortable and receiving an almost foreign affection. "Nohohoho!"

"Good, cause this is really fun! Right? But tell me when you can't take it anymore, okay?"

"Ihihi cahan tahahake ahahanythihing!" he boldly exclaimed, then squealed and shot his arms down when Gon prodded at his pits.

"Are you sure?" Gon teased, "I just started, and you're already laughing a lot."

"Shuhut uhuhup! I cahahan—cahan tahahake mohohre thahan yohohou!"

"Reall—hehehey!" he burst into laughter when Killua suddenly shot forward and latched onto his side, squeezing rapidly.

"Whahat? Cahahan't tahake ihihit?"

"Ohof cohohuhurse I cahan!" Gon managed between laughter, wriggling into Killua's ribs as the boys wrestled on the bed, targeting the worst tickle spots they could find.

They both put up a valiant effort, but Gon knew he lost when Killua latched onto his hips, kneading them.

"Wahahait! Wahaihit!" he shrieked, releasing Killua's sides to grab at his arms, struggling to escape.

"Bad spot, huh?" Killua smirked, doubling his efforts. "Come on, I win, right? Say it!"

"Yohohou wihihihin!"

"Yes!" Killua cheered, letting go of Gon and pumping his fist in the air.

Gon collapsed against the bed; Killua falling next to him, as they both desperately panted for air, still laughing together.

Once he managed to regain himself, Killua turned to look at him, an exhausted smile tugging at his lips. "That was fun."

Gon's own smile grew. "I'm glad… yohou… had fun. Should do ihit again… sometime," he wheezed between breaths.

"Yeah," he smiled. That weird feeling in his chest was back. "But it's way too easy to beat you."

"I'll win… next time! 'Sides…" Gon paused, allowing himself to fully catch his breath before continuing. "Besides, there's no way you'll beat Leorio. He's too good."

"He didn't get me earlier."

"Yeah, but you were using your assassin skills! Just wait until he really tries. He's unstoppable, and Kurapika helps him most of the time," Gon shuddered, making Killua laugh.

"That sounds fun."

Gon beamed, "Yeah."

#my writing #tickling #tickle fic #hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh tickle #hunter x hunter tickle #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #leorio #lee!gon #lee!killua #ler!gon #ler!leorio #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #crow's tickletober 2023

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wosemi-sama · 7 months

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akito x reader who’s siblings w mizuki? (and he doesn’t know until he goes over to reader’s house)

hihi! thanks for the request!! this would be rlly funny like hed see mizuki at the reader's house n be like "wtf r they doing here". anyways, sorry if mizuki seems a bit ooc, i think they would just try to annoy akito lol. another sorry if the ending seems rushed, i had no idea how to end it... hope u like it! :D

akito shinonome x reader who's mizuki's sibling

It was a chilly fall day and it was finally the weekend. You had invited your boyfriend, Akito to your house as your sibling, Mizuki was out at the shopping mall. Akito had finally arrived moments before Mizuki got back too.

Akito got settled on the couch in the Akiyama living room and the two of started to talk about what you've been up to lately as exams had gotten the best of both of you, taking up all your free time.

You enjoyed moments like this, where you and Akito could talk non-stop and never run out of things to talk about.

Suddenly, a click was heard at the front door. Only now had you realized you haven't told Akito you and Mizuki are siblings. The door burst open and the sunlight from outside was hitting Mizuki's back, their arms wide open, their hands holding multiple shopping bags of various colors.

"I'm baaaack!!" Mizuki said in a sing-songy tone.

Akito's eyes were open wide for moment, but went back to normal almost immediately.

Mizuki's took off their shoes at the door as you saw their eyes darting around the room. Their eyes finally locked on you and Akito.

"Oh, hey little bro! I didn't know you'd be visiting!!"

Mizuki walked over to you and gave you a tight hug. They then hugged Akito as well. Mizuki ran to their room, loudly plopped the shopping bags on the carpet of their room and rushing back to the living room.

Mizuki sat in between you and Akito on the couch. Just to annoy Akito. For funsies. Mizuki leaned forward to grab the TV remote. You reached your arm out to Akito and tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie, behind Mizuki, signaling to talk with him.

"Awww, leaving already? You two better be quick! My favorite anime is about to start!!" Mizuki said with a smile on their face.

You and Akito made your way to the kitchen. Once you made it there, Akito turned to look at you and grabbed your shoulders.

"What the hell are they doing here."

"Mizuki and I are siblings. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you."

"You forgot to tell me?" Akito raised an eyebrow. "Did you tell them we're dating?"

"Of course I did. I tell them everything."

A frown formed on Akito's face. He grabbed your hand and walked back to the living room with you.

"Welcome back, you two! Come sit down, it already started."

Akito had a very visibly annoyed expression on his face. Mizuki was sat dead center in the couch.

"Can you move over? I would like to sit with my partner."

"Hmm..." Mizuki pondered for a moment. "I'm alright! Not sitting with them for 20 minutes isn't going to kill you."

You knew Mizuki was just doing this to annoy Akito, but you wanted to see what would happen, so you let it continue.

Akito crossed his arms and finally sat down.

After a while, Mizuki's phone buzzed. They picked up their pink phone and looked at the notification for a moment.

"Oh, it's Ena! I almost forgot we were gonna have a sleepover..." Mizuki said as they silently laughed to themself.

"Well, I better pack up and get going!!"

Mizuki quickly ran upstairs and came back with a pink bag, multiple keychains hanging from the zippers.

"Bye you two! Have fun!" Mizuki waved to you and Akito before rushing out the door.

You waited until you heard a click at the door to start talking again.

"You realize they were just doing that to annoy you, right?"

"Yeah."

#youve got mail! wanna open it?💌#project sekai #project sekai x reader #proseka x reader #proseka #puroseka #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 2 years

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I S W E A R IF YOU KILL KAREN

Nah

She'll be fine :))

This is aaalllllll fine :')

BUT SERIOUSLY IF SHE DIES YOU DIE

Also not Hen doing CPR 😭😭😭 I nearly said bringing her back to life and technically we don't know bUT IT BETTER BE

Anyway <3

That's the end of my final thoughts :D!! Now time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loved this episode :D!! I thought the call center/home invasion plotline was really good, though I feel bad for Maddie, and even that guy :(((. I don't remember his name xD. But it was cool and well thought out, especially given she showed him how to check the logs a whiiiiile ago, and yeah, it was great :D.

Now quick stuff!!

Maddie and Chimney: I'm happy they did get a nanny, but I'm also happy they got rid of her XD. I couldn't have dealt with her any longer lol. But it was a funny storyline XDD. Still, I think they may end up needing one again in the future. But! Yeah, I'm glad that particular household manager is gone lol :).

Hen (and Karen of course!!): I am SO glad she passed the exam :D. I mean I really didn't think she'd fail, but still :))). I thought we might spend more of the episode (like earlier on), on it, but it felt good in the time it had :)). Also yes their family remains adorable <33. And their one with the 118, obviously :D. Anyway, add another HenRen interruption to the list xD Poor them xddd.

Lastly (for them) :D,

DON'T YOU D A R E KILL KAREN

YOU'RE TOWING A THIN LINE EVEN INJURING HERE

BUT I S W E A R WRITERS I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU KILL KAREN

(not really don't worry)

But I will be very angry >:((( and also horribly sad 😭😭😭😭.

I do really think she'll be okay though :). She better be xdd

Everyone else: OKAY SLFKHSJGKDLS I LOVED THE PASSING OF HOOVER AROUND XDDD

That was honestly probably one of the funniest parts in the episode lol

Just, amazing, iconic <333. Truly xD. Anyway, I love their little family :'))). And also I will not recover with Hen leaves 😭😭😭😭. We better still see her!! And not just occasionally, I want to SEE my GIRL >:(( xD :DD.

Anyway lol, yeah 😭😭, that montage broke me ❤️, and I love them so much 🥰🥰🥰😍😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️.

Also that other call was good! Very scary for me personally xD, glad he was okay, and I'm happy they did come back to help lol.

Anyway yeah in short next week I'll die <33

BUT WHATEVER AS LONG AS KAREN DOESN'T

watching y'all -.-

Also I think that (roommate's) boyfriend thing with May might become a thing 🤔

Like a plotline

Idk maybe I'm reading too much into it but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I mean tbh ain't that my job xD

Overall, I loved this episode!! It had some great storylines all around, I am SO happy for Hen, and everyone was just amazing and adorable :). I live in fear (for next week).

So yeah! That's about it. I thought this was a really great episode, and even though I'm super nervous, I'm so excited for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 5: Home Invasion

What a strong episode! I am super scared for next week, but also super excited and very invested. I'll be back then for my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 6: Tomorrow

See you then!!

#9-1-1 #911 #9-1-1 on fox #911 on fox #9-1-1onfox #911onfox #gayfirefightershow #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #s6e06 uncomfortably close to 666 /hj xD #anyway lol <33 #loved the episode :D #she better survive.#xD #xD for my severity and the switch to it lol #anyway!!!#love you guys :DDD ❤️❤️#byeee :)) <33333!!

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ackerfics · 2 years

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Hey rory! how are you doing today( ˘ ³˘)♥︎, for me just another week and 1 overdue essay finished, but I’m home for summer break.

I was browsing the internet and suddenly remembered this meme I saw like a year ago of this girl on her birthday and her younger sister comes up behind her to smash her face into the cake and totally misses and.. well yeah😭

— it’s a week before arans birthday (even though aran insisted that he just wanted the latest copy of a book he had his eye on for a while, and $70 from both parents) - he couldn’t resist after seeing your obvious fake smile and pouting face before saying “oh.. ok honey as long as you’re happy! I’ll tell grandma and grandpa..” after he broke the news to you that he didn’t want you to make him a cake this year even though it’s been a family tradition in the jaeger household since Ezra was 4, and that he would just buy one from the store,(eren tried to guilt trip his son knowing you’d be upset but aran couldn’t care less about his fathers reaction and just proceeded to ignore him and walk out the room) “uh.. w-well actually.. the bookstore closes on tuesday anyways.. I would love your cake mo-”

“OK LOVEBUG YOU CAN COUNT ON ME ILL GET YOU YOUR FAVORITES oo I wonder if hot topic still sells those little rainbow neon sprinkles… OH WELL GUESS ILL JUST BUY EVERY TYPE, are you still into spiderman? ahh probably not.. I REMEMBER just yesterday you were begging for one of those…” then you go give him the biggest hug

“haha r-right y-you’re kinda.. s-suffocating me-” “HM OK WE’LL TALK ABOUT DESIGNS LATER MOMMY WILL BE RIGHT BACK OK BABY?” then y/n walks out happily already having 34 different types of ways to make the cake - (cas walks in after witnessing everything with a nintendo switch in his right hand and the left hand digging for gold in the lays chips)

“hey *munch* mamas boy *munch* can you tell dad that you *munch* want an above ground pool for your birthday so I can *munch* have a place to cool down with my friends *munch*” aran, still stunned from his mothers random outburst finally realizing what his little pest brother said - “first of all, no. second of all you don’t even have friends other then those 32 year old men you talk to on discord about animal fecies”

“LORDWAIFUGOD27169 IS NOT 32 HE SAID HES 13! that pfp of a middle aged men who looks like he’s in his 4th divorce is just a meme.. also if you really wanna know this idiot in my class Toby and his little friends has one and I wanna *munch* make sure he knows his *munch* place” - “Cassie pls just go.”

this has like no plot what so ever and is just my way of passing time-

oh my God, i'm so sorry for not answering this sooner T^T i just finished my exams for this week and i just opened my inbox now. i know this is late buuuut enjoy your summer break, love! make the most out of it <33 i'm doing fine btw mwa

that scenario is hilarious wnjwndje i completely see myself and my little sister in this, however, our mom's reaction would be so different than reader's (it would be hell if we ever reject her offer of cake yikes). but what makes this so funny because it's not just aran who's the mama's boy among the three of them, it's the three of them HHHHH but yeahhh, they can't say no to reader because her pouts can make anyone feel guilty, this includes eren (most definitely eren). trust reader to throw aran the best birthday party ever <33

#rorytalks #this gave me butterflies 🦋 ✨🦋✨#serotonin boost (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。#anons 💌🥰#beautiful hoomans ✨✨✨#lock/encanto universe ✨

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies [03.final]

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

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

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

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why have you been ghosting me?”

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

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

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

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

You pretend to think about it.

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

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

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

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

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

You’re not surprised he left afterwards.

But are you hurt? Most definitely so.

Fuck Fushiguro Megumi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not that easy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

But like always, Sukuna never fails to surprise you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like I said, this pussy is mine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

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

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

“Yo, man, get a fucking room!”

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

Just one last time.

“Megs, your turn.”

“Dare.”

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

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

Megumi freezes.

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

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

You don’t think twice.

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

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

But what about your feelings?

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I just…I want to go home.”

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

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

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

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

“GO AWAY!”

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

“Don’t start a ruckus, Sukuna.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So…do you want to talk about it?”

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

“Yes?”

“Pull over.”

“Wait, why? We’re so close at home.”

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

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

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

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

“What position do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sukuna, what’re you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because you still like him or…?”

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

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

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

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, hundred percent confident, baby.”

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

“You’re challenging me?”

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

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

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

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

“Fuuckk, Sukuna, slow down, ngh—”

“He ever ate you out this way?”

“No, I don’t know, I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“’Kuna, too sensitive, mhhm—”

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

“Su-kuna, it’s too much!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you got enough milk.”

“Sukuna!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

“Then maybe I would happily say yes.”

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

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

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

“You’re really confident, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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A/N Thank you for reading and don't forget to reblog and comment! Also, thank you so, so much for over 2k followers! And, sorry this one took so long! Also, the second half of this isn't proofread because I have to go to bed earlier than normal because I have to be at work at the crack of dawn tomorrow. I just wanted to get this one out to you guys since I haven't posted in a while. So, if you see errors in the second half, that's why.

TW for p*ostitution and r*pe.

Today was the day. It was the day you were finally going to tell your dad you didn't want to go into medicine...and the day you knew you'd probably be kicked out. Because, if Jay being kicked out and quickly enlisting in the army was any indication, the same thing would happen to you.

This hadn't happened to Will because he went to school to become a doctor. But, he moved to Chicago because he didn't enjoy being a plastic surgeon anymore, leaving you stranded in New York with your dad who was a workaholic doctor and only approved of his kids if they followed in his footsteps.

You didn't get it really. Your dad was a successful doctor; he didn't need to live vicariously through his children, yet here you were.

You took a deep breath.

"Dad," you started as you walked inside after your last class of the day. It was the last class of your freshman year actually and it was one of the rare afternoons that your dad wasn't working.

He looked up at you. "Yeah? How'd your exam go?"

"It went okay...I think." You pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and sat down across from him.

"Well, hopefully, you did better than okay because they don't accept just anybody into med school."

Here goes nothing, you thought.

"Dad, I'm changing my major."

He furrowed his brow. "To what? Organic chemistry or anatomy instead of biology?"

"No, psychology." Maybe with a minor in English because you liked to write and read or maybe a minor in another language, too...but, he didn't need to know that.

"I'm sorry. I think I heard you wrong. I think you meant to say psychiatry and not psychology. And that's fine because you're still a doctor. You just have to make sure you get matched to a psychiatry residency after med school."

"No, I mean psychology. You know, sort of like social work, but with more schooling and a bit more science."

"I'd take more than just a second to think this through, young lady."

You stood up. "I have thought this through!" you yelled. You couldn't take it anymore. "I hate science and lab classes and I hate blood and I hate surgeries cause they're gross! I can't be like you and Will! I just can't!"

He stood up as well. "Then you'll have to be like Jay. Pack a bag. Get out of my house."

You knew that was coming, so you already had a bag packed upstairs and ready to go. So, you turned on your heels and went upstairs and grabbed it. Then, you grabbed your phone and phone charger, and your car keys.

"If I can't have a dad who respects and accepts my career choices, then I don't want one at all," you said sadly as you walked into the kitchen.

You'd prepared yourself for this, but it didn't mean it hurt any less.

"Give me your phone and keys," was all he said.

"Wh- what?" you faltered.

"You heard me. Give me your phone and keys. I pay for the data on your phone and the insurance on your car. Therefore, these two things are mine. And since you don't want me as your dad, I will take them from you."

You scoffed but handed them over anyway.

"Fine."

Then, you left. You'd just find another way to get in contact with Will and Jay and would have to take the bus from New York to Chicago instead of driving. Everything would be fine.

***

Six months later, you wished you wouldn't have changed your major. Then maybe you wouldn't be in this situation to begin with; it was all your fault.

God, it was cold. November in Chicago was no joke and it especially wasn't a joke when you lived in a homeless encampment. Your tent was full of things you had brought from home and somehow kept people from stealing, things such as your favorite stuffed animal. Or, things that you bought with what little money you had, such as hygiene items and a sleeping bag, a flashlight, a pillow, an extra blanket, and some cheap snacks.

You had tried getting a job, but with no address to put on the application and no way of contacting Jay or Will or figuring out where they worked to ask for help, you were shit out of luck on the job front.

So, with what little money you had saved in cash from in New York and brought with you, you rented a crappy motel room for a few days. But, when your money ran low two weeks later, you knew things would get worse.

That's when you did it for the first time.

You were in a diner, sipping at a cup of coffee and the cheapest food you could find on the menu when a man walked up to you and slid you his number. You must've looked like shit and that you were in desperate need of money because the writing on the napkin had his number and also said:

Call me tonight and then meet me. Will pay in cash.

You knew what this was implying, and in any other circumstance, there's no way you would've done it. But, you needed the money since you wouldn't be able to afford a place to sleep that night.

So, you called him off a payphone that night and he told you where to meet.

When you met him, he asked you what you were comfortable with and to name your price. You also always made sure to meet them in public places before going home with them just to keep yourself safe. You had made up excuses of having to go a few times because you had gotten bad vibes off someone and left since it was easy because you were in a public place.

Anyway, back to the first guy.

After he asked you your boundaries, pricing, and everything like that, the two of you went to a motel and you had sex with him for money.

Some would call you a prostitute.

You were just doing what you had to do.

After that night, you went and bought yourself a tent.

Then, the next night you walked the streets and waited. After a few more men, you went to the store and bought a sleeping bag, a pillow, and a change of clothes.

That next morning, you found a homeless encampment, where you started staying. The people were nice enough, but you still wished you could find Jay or Will. Despite the sex being meaningless, you didn't want this to be the rest of your life. But, at this point, you had all but given up hope.

It had been months of the same thing. Eat, sleep, sleep with men for money. Eat, sleep, sleep with men for money. Eat, sleep, maybe take a day off. Eat, sleep...

You wouldn't be in this position if you had just gone into the career that your dad wanted you to go into; one that you weren't passionate about.

You didn't think you'd ever get out.

If Jay and Will hadn't figured out you were gone from New York by now, you knew there was no way that they'd ever find out.

***

"I'm gonna go see Dad this week for Thanksgiving," Will said to his younger brother as they sipped their respective beers at Molly's on a Sunday night.

"Before you ask because I know you will," Jay started, "I'm not going."

"Why not?" Will asked. "You know I'm mainly going for Y/N anyway."

"I know that. It's just, you weren't cut off by Dad; you have a much better relationship with him than I do."

"You don't think I know that?"

Jay sighed. "Sorry, I'm sorry. It's been a long weekend. I feel like I haven't slept since Thursday."

"I know the feeling. Flu season in the ED is great," Will complained.

"I bet. Just, check on Y/N for me, will you? She hasn't talked to me in a while and she stopped posting on social media."

"Are you seriously stalking our sister?" Will laughed.

"Uh, when she's the only one living with Dad, yes, yes I am."

"I'll text you when I see her. Actually, she hasn't texted me in a while, either."

"She's fine. She's gotta be okay...right?"

"Jay, she's trying to go to med school. She might have taken summer classes earlier and now the semester's started up again. She's probably just busy with school and exams."

"You're right, you're right," Jay agreed. "Just, tell me how she's doing and maybe have her call me."

Jay couldn't put his finger on it, but he just had a bad feeling; you had never stayed out of contact with either of them for this long. Sure, the occasional two weeks would by without you talking to them, but it had been six months. And for Jay, no matter your workload in school, that was way too long. Something was wrong and he knew it.

He just had to hope that Will would tell him that you were safe and sound. Now he just had to wait. What were a few more days when it had been six months anyway?

***

Typically, most people loved the holidays. Once Halloween hit, it was all focused on the winter holidays. Halloween had candy and costumes, Thanksgiving had turkey and giving thanks, Christmas had presents and family, and New Year's had celebrations and champagne.

But for you, it wasn't nice and full of family for the first time in your life.

Since most people were with their families on Thanksgiving, you knew that tonight would be hard. You knew you probably wouldn't make the amount of money you wanted to this weekend since everyone was with their families. But, you needed money. So, you did what you had to do.

You wasted money on a skimpy little outfit a few days prior and put it on, a pair of skimpy shorts and a corset under the cheap coat from a thrift store and braved the cold November air.

Time for some more meaningless sex for money; so is your life.

***

Will walked into his childhood home and called out to his dad and you. He heard clambering down the steps and assumed it was you because you were always excited for whenever one of your brothers was coming home.

And, Will was excited, too. He hadn't seen you or talked to you in months and he had bought you some fancy highlighters to use in your textbooks. These were currently wrapped in wrapping paper and he was ready to give them to you and see your reaction.

But, when Will saw only his dad coming down the stairs, he became very confused. Granted, it was early Thursday morning, so he figured you might be at the library studying, but he was still shocked not to see you.

"Hey, Dad," Will greeted once his dad was downstairs and pulled him into a rare hug. When he pulled away he asked, "Where's Y/N? She at the library or something?"

He laughed. "Not since May she hasn't been."

Will furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean? She's been studying at home? She transferred schools?"

"Nope. Just didn't want to study medicine."

"What do you--" Will's eyes went wide as he realized what his dad was saying so nonchalantly. "You didn't cut her off. Tell me you didn't cut her off."

"She's been out of my house since late May."

Will wanted to strangle his dad. "You son of a bitch! I can't believe you!"

"Do not talk to me that way! I'm your father!"

"Some father!" Will scoffed. "First you kicked Jay out because he didn't want to go into medicine and now Y/N? A father doesn't make their love contingent on a career, Dad!"

"I still love her--"

"Like hell you do! Do you even know where she is?"

"Beats me."

"You fucking son of bitch!" Then, Will picked up his stuff.

"Where are you going?" his dad asked, clearly oblivious to why this was such an issue.

"No way in hell am I celebrating Thanksgiving with you! You know, you basically hate Jay and Y/N, so why don't you add me to that list, too, you old prick?"

"William--"

"Goodbye, Dad."

Then, Will walked outside. He hadn't even made it to his car when he dialed Jay's number.

"Hey," Jay answered. "Sick of Dad already?" he joked.

"He kicked Y/N out," Will said quickly as he unlocked his car and quickly got in.

"Son of a bitch," Jay muttered as he continued putting the groceries away. Hailey said she and Jay should have a Thanksgiving dinner, so he quickly ran to the store to grab things that they hadn't been able to pick up earlier in the week. "That's why we haven't heard from her. Does he know where she is? Anything at all?"

"No, he hasn't seen her since May."

"May? And, how the hell are you so calm right now?" Jay yelled and grabbed his badge, gun, keys, and wallet.

"Because I already yelled at Dad and I'm driving so I can't really drive when I'm super angry unless you want me to crash into something! And, I'm gonna go find some homeless hot spots here, maybe check some shelters, maybe try and contact some of her friends. She could've stayed with one of them."

"Leave the contacting friends to me. I'm going to the district. Gonna talk to Platt and Voight and see what we can do."

"Okay, let me know what they say. I'll be looking at shelters and other places and I'll let you know if I find something." Will sighed. "We should've known something was wrong, Jay. We just should've fucking known."

"But we couldn't. There's no way we could've known, man. And the only way we can make up for that is to find her." Then, Jay hung up.

"Where are you going?" Hailey asked.

"To the district. C'mon. I'll explain on the way."

***

"Hey, Chuckles. Hey Goldilocks. Did Intelligence catch a case that didn't go through me first? Because I might have to talk to Voight about that," Trudy Platt's sassy self said as Jay and Hailey walked into the district the night of Thanksgiving.

"My sister," Jay said quickly. "She needs help. Call in Voight and the rest of the unit," Jay rushed out as he made his way over to the gate to get into Intelligence. He quickly scanned his hand and then ran up the stairs into the bullpen, taking them two at a time.

"Jay, what are you doing?" Hailey hissed as he sat down at his desk and immediately turned on the computer. "We need to wait for Voight."

"Hailey, I love you, and you know I want to do this the right way, but I can't wait. Run downstairs and grab Platt and have her come up here so I can explain and then she can sign off on me getting a warrant for Y/N's phone." He paused and looked directly at her. "Please," he added, his voice cracking.

"Okay," she answered softly, sensing how much pain he was in. "Be right back."

Not even a minute later, Platt was upstairs in the bullpen.

"What's going on?" she asked Jay as he continued typing on his computer.

"My dad, he uh, he kicked out my sister, Y/N in May and he hasn't heard from her since then and neither me nor Will has either. She's eighteen, Sarge. It's not safe out there for her with no money or family."

"Okay, Jay, what are you doing right now?" Trudy asked calmly.

"Typing up a warrant for Y/N's phone records and location."

"Jay, I know you're terrified right now and want to help," she began, "but I'm going to have Hailey do that. You need to tell me everything there is to know about her, places she might be, a recent photo of her--"

"Wait, you're handing this off to missing persons?"

"No, I'm not. I want to keep this as much in-house as you do, Halstead. But, if worst comes to worst and we have to hand it off, it's nice to have all the information. And, putting out a BOLO on her right away would be helpful."

"You're right, you're right. Sorry, Sarge," Jay apologized.

"It's okay, you're upset. Any other day it would most definitely not be okay. But today, I'll let it slide." Then, Voight walked into the bullpen. "Find a recent photo and write up everything that's important and you think we should know. I'll tell Voight."

***

A few hours later, Voight addressed the unit. "Forget about all the other cases," Voight said. He slapped a photo of you up on the whiteboard. "This is Jay's sister, Y/N Halstead, eighteen years old, went missing in May because her dad cut her off and kicked her out. She lived in New York, but since Jay lives here, it's possible she could have tried to get to Chicago. So, I'm looping in Lieutenant Benson of Special Victims in Manhanttan just in case worst comes to worst. And that means that we all have to be on our best behavior and do this by the book. If something happened to her and this goes to trial in New York, it needs to be air-tight. Got me?"

Everyone said a form of yes and they got to work. Voight and Platt got in touch with Lieutenant Olivia Benson in Manhattan, Jay told Will that some cops from New York might be coming to interview him, so it would be best to just go down to the Manhattan precinct that Voight was looping in and that a cop would be talking to their dad, too...just not to let him in on that. Hailey had gotten a judge to sign off on a warrant for your cell phone, so she was digging through old cell phone records of yours. Adam, Kevin, and Kim came into the district halfway through their Thanksgiving dinners (so partially stuffed) and started to work the case by asking Jay where he had taken you in Chicago and places you had mentioned before. Once they had that list, the three of them went out to go and look for you in those locations.

"You doing okay?" Hailey asked as she pulled her chair over to his desk, your phone records in her hand.

Jay scoffed. "No. I just- I can't believe he'd cut her off. Me, I can see because me and my dad didn't have the best relationship, to begin with, but...God, Hailey, this gonna sound incredibly sexist, but she's a girl; there's more danger if she's out in the world alone than if it were me. And, I went into the military and when I got back, I was older so it was easier for me to get on my feet." Granted, I did have PTSD, Jay thought...but, he didn't say that out loud. "I just need her to be safe. I won't be able to live with myself if she's..."

"Jay, I know you're scared, but you can't think like that. We're gonna find her...just, not by her phone records."

She passed him the phone records and he flipped through them, to the last time her phone was on and active.

May.

Your phone hadn't been active since May. And the last place it was active was Jay's childhood home in New York, the place where you had been living with your dad before he kicked you out.

"Son of a bitch," Jay muttered. Hailey looked at him and quirked an eyebrow upward, silently asking for an explanation. "My dad took her phone, too." He sat for a second and then an idea popped into his head and started frantically typing.

"What are you looking for?" Hailey asked.

"Metro card," he answered while still typing.

"Metro card?"

"She didn't get her license until seventeen because she still needed to get all her driving hours in. So, for her sixteenth birthday, I bought her a metro card. And she calls me if she needs more money on it. She got a car when she got her license, so there was still a balance on there."

"So, you're thinking it's possible that she used her metro card to get wherever she is?"

"Yeah. And if it ran out of money, I would've gotten a call or an email and I haven't gotten one of those."

"So it's possible she still has it and is using it," Hailey said as she realized what Jay was getting at.

"Exactly."

Jay hit a few more buttons and then up popped your metro card history.

"Sarge!" Jay yelled and he came out of his office. "I need you to call Lieutenant Benson and tell her we don't need her."

Voight cocked his head to the side. "Why?"

"She took a train to Chicago shortly after her last cell phone ping. There hasn't been an email or phone call to me saying she's run out of money and there's no record of a trip from Chicago back to New York."

"So you're saying she's here?" Voight asked.

"She's somewhere here. We just have to find her."

***

Jay had called Will and he was currently on his way back from New York. The Special Victims Unit in Manhattan had told Voight to reach out if anything changed and they were needed again.

It had been over eighteen hours and there were still no leads on the case. It was nearing noon and Jay hadn't slept in over a day...neither had the rest of the unit. So, much to Jay's displeasure, Voight sent everyone home and told them to come back at the very earliest 6 pm.

"No way am I going to be able to sleep, Hailey," Jay groaned as he laid next to Hailey in bed, the blinds drawn to make it slightly darker in the mid-day sun.

"I get it," Hailey agreed. "Sleep doesn't come when you're stressed. But, you have to try. And, if you can't sleep by 3:00, then we can go out and look for her ourselves."

"You'd really do that? Voight said he didn't want us being reckless."

Hailey scoffed. "Like Voight's one not to be reckless." She paused. "And, I didn't say we were going to be reckless, I said we'd look for her. We'll just drive around and look for her, no recklessness involved. And, Platt sent out a BOLO on the city-wide so any officer who sees Y/N has to call it in."

"I don't trust uniforms," Jay grumbled.

"Jay, just try and get some rest. Can't have you hallucinating from lack of sleep."

"Haha, very funny, Hails. Very funny."

Then, he turned on his side and tried to sleep.

***

Fuck, it was cold. You were tired and were worried that you were starting to get a bad cold and the nearest corner store was a block away. But, you kept walking even though you desperately wanted to sit down on a bench and take a rest for a few minutes. You needed something warm to drink and maybe a snack. Then, you'd go back to your tent and sleep...well, sleep as much as you could since it was during the day and was never truly quiet. You were too scared to sleep at night, so you had trained your body to sleep during the day and stay awake during the night. And, this helped for your few times a week "work" hours, too.

You continued walking and eventually made it to the store. You grabbed a bag of chips and made yourself a hot tea.

Then, you made your way up to the counter to pay, but no one was there.

But, then you heard the sound of sirens and heard the bell above the door jingle.

Cops.

Shit.

***

Jay poured himself a cup of coffee and then scrolled through his phone. He wasn't scrolling through the news or social media, but rather scrolling through all of the old texts he and you had exchanged to see if there was something in there that would help him find you; someplace you had mentioned that he had thought nothing of at first like somewhere you might want to go to when you came to visit next.

But, he found nothing.

He began to fiddle with his police radio.

Hailey walked into the living room. "Thought I told you to get some sleep?"

"I did," Jay replied as he kept twisting the dial on the radio, listening to officers over the radio. "Two solid hours."

"Huh, I don't think so. But keep telling yourself that. You should really try to go back to sleep, Jay. We both should--"

"Shhh!" He abruptly cut her off and turned up the volume on his radio.

"Possible spotting of missing woman Y/N Halstead. Dispatch, notify the 21st district and Intelligence, and tell them that we are moving in."

"Copy. What is your location?"

Jay and Hailey were up and putting on their coats while they listened to Jay's radio with the location. Hailey grabbed her keys while Jay spoke into the radio.

"This is 5021 George and 5021 Henry. Hold us down on the Y/N Halstead case as plainclothes officers responding."

"Copy that 5021 George."

Jay had never thought of this like a case before now, but he guessed that was what it technically was.

***

Hailey sped down the streets of Chicago and to a small corner store. Jay jumped out before the car was even in park.

A few minutes earlier you were sure you were going to be arrested for prostitution. You had thought about dropping the tea and the bag of chips and making a run for it, but there was only one door out of the store that you knew of...and you didn't want to burn yourself by spilling scalding hot tea down yourself.

So, you were shocked when the officers asked who you were and then said that you weren't being arrested. But, all they said was for you to wait in the back of the car, which didn't exactly ease all your fears about having charges brought against you. But, it was cold and they were cops, so you obeyed and sat in the back of their patrol car. At least it had heat.

"Where is she?" Jay yelled. "She in the back?" he asked.

The officer nodded and Jay ripped the backseat door open.

You were so zoned out on trying to figure out what these officers wanted from you that you didn't even realize that cold air was now rushing into the patrol car and hitting your body.

That was until you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N."

No, it couldn't be. It had been months; there's no way he would've been able to find you after all this time.

"Short Stack, it's me. It's Jay."

You turned your head, expecting it to be your deepest desires playing tricks on you, and you almost fell out of the seat when you saw that it was Jay. He was here and he was real.

"J-Jay?" you asked as you felt tears pool in your eyes. You never thought you'd see him or Will again and here he was.

"It's me."

Jay looked you over. You looked exhausted. You did have on a coat, but below that was just a skimpy tank top. You also had shorts on. He knew what this was--or rather, what it looked like--but he wasn't worried about that right now. He was worried about how thin and pale you were and your runny nose.

He looked at the officers. "You going to Med?"

"That was the plan," one answered.

"Mind if I ride with you?" he asked.

"Don't mind at all, Detective."

Jay nodded and then turned to Hailey. "Meet us at Med? And, can you loop in the unit and Will?"

Hailey smiled. "Copy that."

Jay sat next to you in the backseat on the way to Chicago Med. Since this wasn't technically an emergency because you weren't dying, there were no lights and sirens. Jay didn't try to initiate contact even though he so desperately wanted to. He knew you had been on your own for months and had no idea what you had endured, so he thought it was best to let you initiate the contact.

You reached out and fiddled with the badge that was around Jay's neck, just like you used to do with his dog tags right before he got deployed.

That was all the contact Jay needed.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You relaxed into his touch.

"I thought you forgot about me," you whispered and ran your hands up and down your legs in some semblance of warming them.

Jay pulled away for a quick second and shed his jacket and then draped it over your legs. "Take it. It's cold out." Then, he wrapped his arm around you again and allowed you to use him as a pillow. "I could never forget about you. I'm just sorry it took so long."

***

"Jay, what are you doing here?" Maggie asked as you and Jay walked into the ED. You were walking a lot slower than Jay would've liked, and he could tell you were exhausted just by your pace.

"Maggie, this is my sister, Y/N--"

"What?"

"I'll explain later. Just, can she get checked out please?"

"Halstead?" Dylan Scott asked when he saw his former colleague.

"Scott?" Jay asked.

"You need a doc? I can take her if you want. Maggie?"

"Treatment four's open."

"Right this way," Dylan said and then led you and Jay into a treatment room.

You slowly got on the bed and laid Jay's jacket over your legs once more.

"Hey, I'm Doctor Scott," Dylan said as he pulled a stool over next to you and sat down. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Y/N," you said. "How do you know my brother?"

"We went to the academy together. He's a hell of a cop."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "But you're a doctor."

Dylan smiled. "Sometimes, career changes are good. You gotta do what makes you happy."

Yeah, tell that to my dad, you thought to yourself.

You nodded and shivered.

"I'll have a nurse come to take your vitals while I go grab another blanket." He made eye contact with Jay.

"I gotta go call Will," Jay said. "Be right back, Short Stack."

"Okay." You nodded and Dylan and Jay left the room as a nurse entered to take your vitals.

Dylan brought Jay into the doctor's lounge. "Care to tell me what your sister's doing here? Because, depending on how old she is, I'm seeing very clear signs of neglect or an eating disorder based on her size. And, you know as well as I do that if it's the first option, that I have a legal obligation to call DCFS."

Jay sighed. "She's eighteen." He pointed to the coffee. "Do you mind?"

Dylan shook his head and sat down at the table. "Not at all."

"Thanks. I feel like I haven't slept in days."

Jay poured himself a cup of coffee and then sat down at the table across from Dylan.

"She's here because of my dad," he answered.

"So, it is abuse?" Dylan asked.

"Well, not exactly. She's been eighteen since April and she was going to school. She was going to become a doctor. But, my dad kicked her out. All I know is that she's probably been on the street since then."

"How'd she get here?"

"Took a train. Probably tried to find me or Will, but since our dad took her phone, that was basically impossible."

"And do you know if she was..." He trailed off. "Because by the look of her clothes..."

"I don't know. And, I don't want to push her if she is. Just, can you check every box with her? Who knows what she did this past half a year. Eye exam included."

Dylan looked confused at the last part. "Eye exam? Why?"

"She normally wears glasses because she's a bit nearsighted, but she wasn't wearing them. So, if she needs new glasses, I wanna know."

"Okay, but you do know that since she's eighteen, I have to tell her all the tests I'm doing and why. And if she refuses one of them, that I won't do it because she has full decision-making capacity?"

"I understand."

"I gotta get back. Feel free to stay in here to call Will."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Then, Dylan walked out of the room to go retrieve a blanket for you.

You looked up when Dr. Scott walked into the room with the blanket you asked for.

"Vitals look good. We'll have to check her weight, but that can be done later. Everything looks good except her lung sounds are a little wheezy," the nurse said.

"Thank you," Dylan said and the nurse handed your chart over to him and ducked out of the treatment room.

Dylan held the blanket out to you and you took it. "Thanks," you said.

"You're welcome. We'll probably have to get you into a gown soon, but we don't have to do that just yet." You nodded as you set the blanket over you and pulled it up to your chin. Dylan took a seat on the stool next to your bed. "Listen, Jay told me what happened. And, he and I would like to do a full workup. All the tests, all the pokes, and prods. I'll tell you which tests they are if they aren't standard because you have to give us permission to do those. We won't force you to do anything you don't want."

You nodded, then looked down. "He wants me to get an STD test, doesn't he?"

"He does." Your eyes widened. You didn't want to be poked and prodded down there! "All we have to do is test a blood sample, but if you don't want that test, we don't have to do that."

"It's not a pelvic exam?"

Dylan shook his head. "Nope. We just test the blood. You don't have to decide if you want it now, but I do have to run some standard blood panels, so just let me or a nurse know after your blood is drawn."

"Okay, thank you."

"Are you having any issues at the moment? The nurse said your lungs sound wheezy. Are you have difficulty breathing? Any coughing, sore throat, mucous build-up, fever, or headaches?"

"Just stuffy and my throat's a little scratchy and there's a lot of mucous." You paused. "And I'm tired."

Dylan nodded. "Understandable. Tell you what, I'll let you rest and I'll come back in a few hours to run some tests. Sound good?" You nodded. "Great. I think Jay's on his way back right now."

Jay walked in just as Dylan walked out. And, he wasn't alone. There was a blonde girl with him.

"Warming up?" Jay asked.

You shrugged. "A little."

"Good. I talked to Will. He's got a four-hour drive left and I'm adding two hours to that because of traffic, so he should meet us here at like 8:00." You nodded. "And this is Hailey. She's my partner at work and my girlfriend."

Your eyes widened. "Well, you two look cute together. Especially with the height difference."

"Shocked you can see that," Jay joked. Then, he looked at you with his serious face. "Y/N, I need to know, what happened to your glasses?" You looked down. "Hey, whatever happened, whatever you did, I promise you I won't be mad. I'm just glad you're here and that you're safe."

You swallowed and then cleared your throat to get the mucous out. "Um, someone stole my glasses."

Jay raised an eyebrow. "Were you mugged? Did someone hurt you?"

"No, nothing like that. I just came back to my tent one day and they were gone."

Jay took a deep breath; he didn't know what to say. He knew what you meant when you said tent. So, Hailey picked up where Jay left off.

"You were living on the street?" Hailey asked and then took a small step towards you.

"Yeah," you practically whispered. You looked up at Jay. "I'm sorry. I tried to find you, but I didn't have a phone and--"

"No," Jay said and quickly shook his head. "None of this is your fault."

"I should've memorized your number or Will's number and not depend so much on my phone. Maybe then--" you let out a wail. "I was so scared! Every night, ev- every day!"

Jay kneeled down in front of you and gently grabbed your hand. "Shhh, shhh, it's okay. You have me and Will and all our friends now. You're safe. You know we're always here for you, right? Even if it took us a bit, we'll always be there for you. You'll never be alone now."

You sniffled and wiped your tears. "You promise?"

"I promise. Now, get some sleep. When you wake up, Will will probably be back and he'll be mother-henning the living crap out of you."

***

"Is she hurt? Is she sick? Did they do a blood panel yet?" Will asked frantically as he entered the treatment room.

"Shh!" Jay said quickly. "She's sleeping." He looked to Hailey. "You mind staying in here while me and him talk in case she wakes up. Even though she doesn't really know you yet, I don't want her to be alone."

Hailey nodded and gave him a small smile. "Of course."

Jay and Will left the ED entirely and made their way to the cafeteria, each grabbing a sandwich and a large cup of coffee. Jay bought a sandwich and a large coffee to bring back to Hailey, too.

"Doctors say anything yet?" Will asked as he unwrapped his sandwich.

"They haven't done a blood panel yet," Jay answered as he stirred a packet of cream into his coffee. "Dylan said he'd let her sleep for a bit and then come back and do it. He's pretty good with patients."

"Well, he does work in Peds, so I'd hope so," Will informed his brother. Will sighed. "She looked pretty thin."

"Yeah." Jay paused, still reeling from what you had told him and Hailey a few hours ago. "She's been living on the street, in a tent. She said someone stole her glasses, too."

Will clenched his jaw. "I wish we would've known sooner."

"Yeah, me too."

They ate in silence for a few bites until Will spoke up again. "Where do we go from here? Like, is there a trial? Does one of us have to fill out paperwork since she'll be with us? And then there's the health insurance..."

"Whoa, slow down," Jay said. "And, there won't be a trial. She was eighteen when it happened, so you know as well as I do that the minute someone turns eighteen, their parents are no longer legally responsible for them."

"In this world, pretty damn hard to be on your feet at eighteen." Jay nodded in agreement. "I should've decked Dad when I had the chance."

"I don't have jurisdiction in New York, so I don't think that would've been a good idea."

"Why not? I know you'd have done the same thing."

"Because it'd be a hell of a lot harder for me to get you out of jail in New York than it would be to get you out of jail here in Chicago." Jay took a deep breath. "I think Y/N should come live with me."

"You came to that conclusion quickly," Will observed and then took a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah, well, me and Hailey just bought a new house and there's a spare bedroom. I'm pretty sure I can get her under my health insurance through CPD because, no offense, man, but their plan is definitely better than yours. And, our place is bigger than yours."

"Damn, you really thought this through. Proud of you, little brother."

Jay rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

Will closed his eyes and took a deep breath, preparing to ask the question he knew he had to when he found out you were missing. And, he was dreading what the answer would be. "Do you know if she was sexually assaulted?"

Jay's voice got quieter as if he was afraid to even answer the question himself even though he didn't have an answer from you yet. "I don't know. By the looks of what she was wearing...well, she looked like some of the girls I've picked up for solicitation in the past. That's not to say that what she was wearing makes it so that she was turning tricks for sure though."

"Jay, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I have my suspicions. Think about it. She had no money, she was sleeping in a tent, she said her glasses got stolen. I don't know, man, something's just not adding up. I don't want it to be true, but..."

Will nodded, knowing what he was going to say. "If it is true you want to get her treatment, but you don't want to force her to tell us anything."

"Yeah. I asked Dylan to run an STD test, but he said that she has to agree to it."

"And then there's confidentiality, so it's not like he can tell us if she has an STD even if Y/N does agree to the test."

"Exactly."

"So, we just wait?" Will asked.

"That's all I can think to do right now. That and make sure she feels safe at mine and Hailey's house and make sure she's healthy."

"Well, hey, that's something me and you can make sure happens, right? And then, maybe when she's not in survival mode anymore, she'll open up to us."

"Yeah," Jay agreed. "I really hope you're right."

***

"Hey, kiddo," Will said as he and Jay walked back into the treatment room. "How are you feeling?"

"Warm," you said quietly and stretched your arms above your head.

"Glad to hear it. Dr. Scott said that you're feeling a little stuffy?"

"Yeah, but it's nothing. I've had worse." You quickly clamped your mouth shut, realizing what you had just said.

"When you were by yourself?" Will asked gently and crouched down next to your bed.

You nodded and looked down and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Can you maybe tell us about that?"

"Do I have to?"

"You don't have to, but it might help to talk about it."

You sighed. "It was just a really bad case of the flu and it's hard to take care of yourself when there's- when you have to go inside places to go- to go to the bathroom. It was humiliating." The tears began to fall and you wiped them away and looked at Will.

He immediately pulled you into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. You're not alone. Let it out."

And so, you cried and clutched Will's shirt for the next half an hour. You cried at how your dad had kicked you out without even a second thought. You cried at how you only had yourself to depend on. You cried at you had to sleep with grown men just to survive and the pain and humiliation and shame that came with that. You cried at how disappointed you were for yourself. And, you cried with relief of your brothers finally finding you.

***

"Watch your step," Jay warned as you, Will, Jay, and Hailey walked across the parking lot of Jay and Hailey's apartment complex. "Lots of potholes in the parking lot that the city needs to fix."

"Okay," you answered and moved closer to Will and leaned into him, relishing in his warmth.

That's one thing that Dylan had told you: you'd be cold for a while until your weight increased. And, you'd have a weakened immune system until your weight increased, so fighting this cold would be harder...and you'd be colder than normal. Well, colder than you would've been last year at this time when you were living with your dad and hadn't been out on the streets, fighting to survive, and losing weight by no fault of your own in the process. He also told you that you didn't have any STDs (Thank God for forcing the johns to wear condoms if they wanted your services) and that your new glasses would be in, in about a week.

You made your way into the house and were hit with a warm gust of air immediately upon entering.

The heat was on.

"Welcome home," Jay said. "If you wanna change your clothes, Hailey said you could borrow some of hers until we go to the store or order stuff online."

"Uh, thanks. But can I, um, can I take a shower?"

"Of course," Jay said. "I can show you your room while Hailey grabs you some clothes. There's a bathroom right off of your room."

You nodded and followed Jay into what would now be deemed your bedroom. Hailey brought you some clothes a few minutes later and Jay told you that towels were in the cabinet and there should already be body wash, shampoo, and conditioner in the shower and just to yell if you needed anything.

You started to shower.

At first, you made the water lukewarm and just stood under it; you didn't need it scalding hot...this time at least.

For the past six months, you had had two different shower routines (besides the beginning when you were staying in motels with the money you had brought with you because your shower routine was normal then).

The first routine was sneaking into the YMCA when the front desk person who scanned people's membership badges was busy. From there, you'd rush to the locker rooms with your backpack of clothes and toiletries and take a quick shower. Typically, you kept the water lukewarm so that you wouldn't get too tired and relaxed under the hot water because you knew you needed to hurry. You couldn't give them any reason to realize that you weren't a member and the faster you finished your shower and got out of the building, the better. You didn't think that they'd do anything about it, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Because of this, you usually only took a five to eight minute shower and were usually out of the building in twenty minutes tops.

The other routine was after you had made some money in hotels.

Usually, after you were finished, you'd ask to shower and the men would typically flippantly agree and wave you over to the bathroom. This was when you'd make your showers scalding hot. You wanted to wash off all remnants of that night. So, you'd take one of the wash clothes and douse it in body wash and scrub. You'd scrub and scrub under the hot water until your skin looked red. Then, you'd quickly wash your hair and finish showering. But, you thought that by scrubbing and practically burning yourself with the shower water that you'd wash away everything from that night, that everything except the money he handed you would go down the drain of the shower. Sometimes, you wished that you'd shrink into the size of a water droplet and fit down that drain, too.

But, of course, that never happened.

You massaged some body wash into your skin and rinsed it off. You continued doing this over and over and then did the same thing with the shampoo, trying to wash everything about the past six months off your body and from your hair. Then, you turned up the heat of the water all the way and just stood under the showerhead, allowing the hottest water to pour over you.

You took a deep breath and finally allowed yourself to relax in a shower for the first time in a long time.

***

You didn't know how long you had been in the shower but soon heard Jay pounding on the door and calling your name.

"Y/N? You okay in there? You've been in the shower for an hour."

"I have? I'm getting out right now!"

"Take as much time as you want," Jay reassurred you. But, You quickly turned off the shower and dried yourself off and got out of the shower and changed into the clothes that Hailey let you borrow.

You wrapped your hair up in a towel and left the bathroom.

"Whoa!" Jay said when you stepped out of the bathroom two minutes after he had yelled to make sure that you were okay. "I didn't mean you had to get out right this second. You could've stayed in as long as you wanted."

"It's okay," you said, still holding your dirty clothes in your hand. "I don't wanna make your water bill go up that much. I'm sorry for taking such a long shower." You looked down at your feet.

"Hey, hey, no," Jay said quietly and soothingly. "You don't have to worry about that. You just need to focus on getting your strength and your weight back up."

"Are you sure? I can go get a job somewhere--"

"Y/N, I am dead serious. Now, do you want to go to mine and Hailey's favorite brunch spot? We can even invite Will because I know he'll be here soon after he gets home and showers, too."

"Uh, sure," you agreed. You didn't really want to go because you didn't want Jay to have to have spend more money on you when you knew he already was going to be paying for living expenses such as your food, shelter, and clothing.

When living on the street, that was one thing you realized: everything was a lot more expensive than you had previously thought.

"If you want to dry your hair, I can grab you Hailey's hairdryer out of our bathroom if you want? Wouldn't want your hair to turn into icicles."

You nodded and Jay went off to grab the hairdryer.

***

"This doesn't look like a restaurant," you said to Jay and Hailey as Jay parked the truck in front of a shoe store. Not that you could have seen that the name of the store had shoe in it until you were right up in front of it because your glasses hadn't come in yet.

"Because it's not. And, you're getting at least two pairs of shoes. Can't let your toes freeze off in these Chicago winters."

You looked down at your crappy Nike shoes that had gotten you through all this. He was right of course, there were holes in your shoes, but you hadn't wanted to ask him for new ones, so you just said nothing.

"I'm okay with just a new of tennis shoes," you mumbled.

"Nope. Boots and tennis shoes. If you take one step outside in tennis shoes in January, your foot will be soaked."

So, you reluctantly agreed and walked into the shoe store. You tried to just go for the cheapest ones, but Jay wasn't letting that happen. He handed you multiple pairs of Nike and Adidas shoes in your size while Hailey went to look for nice, fluffy pairs of boots for you to try on while you sat on the still and tried on all the tennis shoes.

"What about these?" you asked them when you tried on a pair of navy blue Adidas shoes with a pink Adidas logo on both sides.

Hailey nodded. "I like them. They're not too bulky that they would look weird with jeans or shorts either. Nice choice."

"Thanks." You looked up at Jay, waiting for him to voice his opinion.

"As long as you have shoes that fit right and keep your feet warm and are supportive, I don't care what they look like. That more your and Hailey's department."

"It is," Hailey started. "I mean look at his shoes." You looked down at Jay's black, beat-up boots he always wore. "The man needs new shoes!"

"Hey! For your information, I accidentally left my nicer pair in my work locker and instead brought these ones home," Jay argued.

"Okay, babe, keep telling yourself that."

You laughed. They were so happy together.

You got that pair of Adidas shoes and then a black pair of boots which were very fluffy and cozy inside, perfect for those harsh Chicago winters.

Now it was time for brunch.

***

You sat down next to Will in the booth at the restaurant and immediately started to fiddle with the gold chain with a cross charm that he always wore around his neck.

"You know," Will began, "I can just buy you a necklace like this one since you like mine so much."

You shook your head and stopped playing with the cross charm. "I like playing with other people's better." It reminded you that you weren't alone anymore.

Will looked at Jay and Jay shrugged from across the table. You had always bounced your leg as a kid--from general anxiety--but playing with other people's stuff was new for you.

Hailey laughed. "I think it's cute that she does that," she gushed.

Jay rolled his eyes. "Of course you would."

Then, the waitress came by and brought your menus. You scanned the drink selection, knowing that you were only going to get water anyway since you wouldn't have to pay for that. So, you seemed a bit out of place when Hailey and Jay both got coffee and Will got a latte.

When she walked away to let you look over the menu to figure out the rest of your order, Will spoke up.

"Y/N, they have really good hot chocolate here. It's got caramel in and whipped cream and more caramel on top."

"I'm okay with water," you said and then took a sip of your water for emphasis.

Jay and Will shared a look. Will wanted you to drink it because he knew it would be an easy way to get more calories in you, but Jay knew that the reason you weren't getting anything fancy was because of the price.

You scanned over the menu and looked at all the prices. You probably would end up getting the oatmeal with fruit since it was the cheapest thing.

The three of them started talking about what they were going to get and when it got to you, you said, "The oatmeal with fruit."

Jay sighed. "Y/N, I know you're worried that this is too expensive." You looked down and that was all the confirmation he needed. "But, me and Will have adult jobs, which means we can afford to do these things and we can take care of you until you get on your feet in a few years or decide you want to go off to college."

"Let us help you, kiddo," Will added. "Please."

"At least let me get the tip," you argued.

"No," Jay said quickly. He ran a hand over his face. "How much money do you have right now?"

"One hundred and fifty dollars," you mumbled.

"Okay." Jay thought for a moment. "How about we set you up a savings account and you put $100 in there and then you keep the extra $50 for random things you want to buy. But if you're with me or Will, we'll pay for your food and stuff like that if we go out anywhere. Sound like a plan?"

"I mean, I guess."

"Good. Now look over the menu and figure out what you actually want to get."

When the waitress came back, you ordered pancakes, and the two sides you chose were sausage and hash browns. She was about to leave, but Will quickly stopped her.

"And can she also get a medium caramel hot chocolate?" he asked.

"Of course," she said as she scribbled it down. "Good choice. That one's my favorite." Then, she walked off with your orders.

"Will, I didn't need--"

"Just consider it my treat, Y/N."

And so you did. And Will was right: that hot chocolate was pretty damn good.

***

One week later

"I come bearing--"

"Shhh!" Jay said quickly. "Y/N's sleeping!"

"Okay," Will whispered. "I brought her glasses. They came in today." He paused. "It's like 6:00. Why's she sleeping?"

"Poor kid can't sleep at night," Hailey answered.

"Well, I'm gonna go give these to her," Will determined, wanting to wake you up now so that you could sleep later tonight.

"Will--"

"Jay, I'm a doctor. I know what I'm doing."

Will entered your room and touched your shoulder while he whispered your name.

You were startled awake when someone touched your shoulder.

"Y/N, it's me. It's just Will," he said quietly. "Didn't mean to scare you." He flicked on your lamp and held something out to you. "Your glasses came in."

You opened the white case and popped the pink and white glasses on. "I can--" You cleared the mucous from your throat. "I can see again. Thanks." And then, you started coughing.

Will furrowed his eyebrows and squatted down so he'd be eye-level with you since you were still sitting in bed. "You getting sick, kiddo?"

Will took in your appearance. You had giant bags under your eyes despite having a roof over your head and knowing that you were safe now. Your voice had been scratchy when you talked and you sounded like you were all stuffed up with mucous. The area below your nose was red and raw, which Will assumed was from you blowing your nose a ton.

You shrugged. You knew you were getting a really bad cold--and it didn't help that you weren't sleeping very much--, but didn't want to be a burden and worry your brothers and Hailey.

Will put the back of his hand to your forehead. "You don't feel warm, but I'd feel much better if you'd give me some symptoms so I can help you. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah." You paused. "My nose is stuffy and my throat is sore and scratchy," you answered.

Will nodded. "Okay. And, does right here hurt?" He touched either side of his head at his temples. "Or here?" He touched the area below his eyes where his sinuses were located.

"Here," you answered as you touched the area below your eyes.

"Okay, it's possible you have a sinus infection. But, it's nothing to worry about; it should go away on its own. But for now, I want you to take a warm shower if you're up to it. The steam should help clear you out a bit."

"Okay," you said and stood up and grabbed a change of clothes.

Earlier in the week, you and Hailey had gone shopping and you had gotten some clothes. Jay had met you at the mall later to get you a phone, too. You had protested and said you really didn't need one, but he said he couldn't risk you going missing again. And, he needed an upgrade anyway. So, both you and Jay had gotten new phones that day.

You got in the shower while Will went to talk with Jay and Hailey.

"You do know she's sick, right?" Will started as he stood in front of the tv to make sure that he had Jay's full attention and he couldn't keep walking the sportscasters talk about the Blackhawks pre-game show.

Jay turned off the tv. The pre-game wasn't that important anyway. "She's sick? I thought she just had a cold."

"She does, but I think it turned into a sinus infection," Will said.

"Don't you need antibiotics for that?"

"No, she just needs to rest and her body will heal on its own. She can use a nasal decongestant, but not for more than three days at a time or else it'll clog up her nose even more."

"So that's it?" Jay asked. "We can't do anything else?"

"Besides sleep and making sure she's eating and drinking enough water, that's about it."

"Would soup help?" Hailey piped up.

"Well, she said her throat's sore and scratchy, so it might help to have something go down easy, yeah," Will answered.

"Okay, then it's settled. I'm making chicken noodle soup for dinner."

"I hope you don't always make her cook dinner, Jay," Will said. "Mom definitely taught us better than that...even though she basically cooked for Dad every night."

Jay rolled his eyes. "We both cook, man. She just happens to have the better chicken noodle soup recipe."

"In that case, I'll be staying for dinner."

"Will! You can't just invite yourself to stay for dinner! You know that's not how it works!"

Hailey laughed. "Jay, it's fine. I don't mind cooking a little extra."

Twenty minutes later, you walked into the living room in a pair of sweatpants, fuzzy socks, a t-shirt, and a bathrobe tied around you.

"Shower help?" Will asked.

You shrugged. "A little. Where's Hailey?"

"She's in the kitchen making chicken noodle soup for dinner," Jay answered. "It's amazing; you'll love it. She even uses those bow tie noodles you really like."

You smiled. "Sounds good."

"Now that you can see the puck on tv," Jay started, "wanna watch the Blackhawks game?"

"Sure. Turned from a Rangers fan into a Hawks fan now, did both of you?"

"No. I still prefer the Rangers, but you only get so many out-of-market games. The Hawks are our backup team in case the Rangers don't get into the playoffs. Right, Will?"

"He's right. I'm gonna go get you some water before we start the game," Will added. "Gotta keep you hydrated."

***

It was currently nearing two in the morning and you had been trying to sleep since 10 pm because you were so, so tired. The combination of little sleep and having a sinus infection really made you utterly exhausted.

You got up from bed and grabbed your water bottle. Then, you made your way into the kitchen and turned on a light. Maybe eating more soup would help you feel sleepy since it was warm.

That's exactly what you did, ate soup at the kitchen table at 1:47 in the morning. But, after you finished it and sat at the table and let your mind wander for ten more minutes, you still weren't tired.

So, you put your bowl in the sink and turned off the light. Then, you made your way to the living room and turned on a lamp. You grabbed a blanket from the chest in the corner and set it on the couch. Then, you made your way over to the bookshelf that was set up against the wall of the living room that was closest to the hallway that led to your bedroom and Jay and Hailey's bedroom.

You scanned the selection of books and grabbed one that you thought might be slightly interesting and then sat down on the couch. You curled up into the blanket and began to read.

***

Jay woke up an hour later to grab a glass of water and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw a light on in the living room. He knew that it wasn't a robber or anything like that because he knew that they wouldn't turn on the lights in a house they were trying to rob. But, he was still shocked to see you sitting on the couch, reading, with a blanket lying across your legs.

"Short Stack?" Jay said quietly. You jumped. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Couldn't sleep?" You nodded your head. "Are feeling worse than earlier?" You shook your head again.

Jay sat down next to you and gently pulled the book from your hands and dog-eared the page you had ended on.

"What's going on, Y/N? Please tell me."

"You'll think it's stupid," you whispered.

"I promise you that I won't. Please. Not sleeping isn't good for you and I know that first hand having to be up all the time for my job. I don't want you going through the rest of your life half alive because of sleep deprivation. So just, please, talk to me."

"I can't sleep," you answered simply.

"I know that. Maybe you could tell me why you can't sleep and I can try and help?"

"You wouldn't understand," you muttered.

"Try me."

You sighed. He really wasn't going to give up. "It's too quiet."

Jay furrowed his eyebrows. "And that's why you can't sleep?"

"Yeah. I know I have a fan and all, but I was so used to hearing people talk and cars honking and everything when I was, you know..." you trailed off You hated saying when I was homeless because that just made it real.

"When you were living on the streets?" Jay asked.

"Yeah. And, I had to be alert all the time, so when it's quiet now, I hear everything...and I hate it. I hate it so much, Jay."

Jay nodded. "Believe it or not, I get it."

"How would you get it?"

Normally, Jay wouldn't appreciate your tone, but seeing as you weren't feeling good, were tired, and your anxiety was on high alert, he let it slide. He had enough practice with keeping his cool anyway that it came to him naturally.

"When I came home from Afghanistan," he began, "I couldn't sleep in silence either. I was so used to hearing people talking or uh..."

"Gunfire," you said.

"Yeah, uh, that. But I was so used to it that I couldn't sleep in silence. I did what you're doing now: used a fan."

"Did it work?" you asked.

Jay chuckled. "No. Not one bit. But, I started playing the tv in the background along with the fan and it worked."

"It did?"

"It did," he confirmed.

You sat in silence for a beat. "What did you watch?"

"Dumb stuff. Mainly Nick at Nite because I knew I wouldn't have to focus on those shows." He paused. "You wanna give it a try?"

"I don't have a tv in my room," you pointed out.

"Well, we can always move your nightstand and put it at the foot of your bed and put my laptop on it. What do you say?"

"I guess it's worth a try."

Jay smiled. "Okay. I'll grab my laptop and meet you in your room."

So, that night, Jay made sure Netflix was on auto-play while Friends played.

You finally got some sleep.

***

Two weeks later

Christmas was in a week and a half. There was a Christmas tree up in your living room and Hailey would always light Christmas-scented candles like pine or sugar cookie candles.

When Jay and Hailey were at work, you'd always cook dinner and clean the house. You figured since you couldn't pay rent or help with groceries or other living expenses that you could at least do this.

But, you still felt like a burden.

You wanted to be able to give Jay rent money and wanted to be able to give Jay, Hailey, and Will Christmas gifts (and give Will a little extra money because of all the money he probably pitched in to help Jay get you clothes and decor for your room and a phone).

You knew what you had to do.

You put on the tightest dress you had and the heels you still had from when Jay found you that morning, slipped on your coat, and then tip-toed out of the house.

Off to do what you never thought you'd do again.

But, it wasn't that bad; it was just sex; it didn't mean anything to you anymore.

***

Hailey poured herself a cup of coffee while Jay was still in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and getting dressed for work when she heard the door open. She whipped around. She had no idea who would be here at this time.

"Y/N, what were you--" But then she took in your appearance. Your eyes were red and puffy and she was certain there was a bruise forming on your right eye and there were small cuts littering your legs and a few on your face. In your hand, you held your glasses, which had one temple and one lens missing the other lens was cracked. "Jay! Call your brother! Now!"

You heard the sound of something being spit out and then a shirtless Jay ran into the kitchen, remnants of toothpaste still around his mouth. "What? Why?" His eyes widened when he saw you. "Y/N, oh my God!"

Then, he quickly called Will while still looking at you. Hailey grabbed you a blanket and wrapped it around you.

"Jay, grab a shirt so we can get to Med! Me and Y/N are gonna get in my car!" Hailey yelled.

Jay nodded and then turned around and sprinted off to his and Hailey's room to grab a shirt.

"Y/N, listen to me. We're going to Med to get you checked out. It's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay," Hailey reassured you.

It was as if your body was on autopilot. You followed her to her car, but you weren't really aware of it. But, you knew you needed to tell her.

"I- I'm bleeding."

"Okay, okay. Can you tell me where?"

You quickly shook your head.

Jay jumped into the passenger side, still on the phone with Will, but you were barely listening to their conversation.

"She said she's bleeding, tell him that," Hailey said while she sped off to Med, lights, and sirens on.

"She's bleeding," Jay repeated into the phone. There was a pause and then, "Where?"

"She didn't say," Hailey answered.

Jay turned his head to try and face you as much as was possible from the passenger seat. "Y/N, we need to know where the bleeding is coming from."

You shook your head again.

"It's okay. We just need to know. We won't make fun of you."

You shook your head again.

"It- It hurts," you whimpered.

"What hurts? Where does it hurt, Short Stack?"

"It hurts to- to sit down."

Jay swallowed and his voice cracked when he said, "Possible anal or vaginal trauma."

***

You went through all the pokes and prods and the rape kit. You didn't even flinch once. But, what scared you the most was when Jay, Will, and Hailey came into the room once everything was finished.

"What happened?" Will whispered with sadness lacing his voice and eyes.

"I can't- I can't tell you," you whispered.

"Why not?"

"Because it's my fault," you said a little louder while looking down at your hands.

"None of this is your fault. None of it, you hear me?"

"But it is!" you yelled, catching all three of them off guard. "I told them my boundaries and my price and they didn't care! I told them condoms! I told them no anal! They tied me up and broke my glasses and cut me with the glass and they hit me and- and--" You cut yourself off with a scream.

"Hailey, can you stay with Y/N?" Jay asked. "I need to go talk with Will." He turned his gaze to Will. "Will. Outside. Now."

Jay and Will left the room and Hailey pulled a chair next up next to the hospital bed you were currently lying in.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Hailey asked gently.

"No, you'll arrest me if I do."

Hailey sighed. "No, I won't. I promise I won't. I just want you to be able to talk about it and tell us what happened so that we can help you."

"But what I did was illegal."

"Okay, if you won't tell me what happened, then can you at least tell me why you did it?"

You closed your eyes, nodded, and then opened your eyes. "Can we wait until Jay and Will get back? I don't wanna have to explain it twice."

"Yeah, yeah, we can do that."

While you were having that conversation with Hailey, Jay and Will were across the hospital having their own conversation. And Will was not having it.

"What do you mean we can't press charges?" he yelled. "Do you not see her injuries?"

"I see them, Will. But, you heard what she said! She told them prices! If we went to any other cops besides my unit on this one, they'd charge her with solicitation!" Jay argued.

"Then go to your unit! Have them find the bastards that did this to her!"

"It's not that simple! We'd need to find the guys and she doesn't have names and she probably barely has a description. Where she was, there probably were no security cameras. And, not to mention, if this goes to trial, the jury probably won't believe her because she was essentially prostituting herself!"

"Fucking hell," Will muttered. "So, what do we do."

"We do what we always do. Help her get through it."

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Twelve Years Later

"And did they?" the eighteen-year-old girl asked as you sat next to her hospital bed. "Did they help you get through it?"

You nodded. "They most certainly did."

"Did you tell them why you did it?"

"I did," you answered.

"Were they mad?"

"Not at all. They made me feel better actually. They reassured me that I wasn't a burden and then a few months later I got a job and then decided to go back to school for social work. So, I know you've probably had other people say they get it, but I actually do. I'm not just saying that."

"Thank you," she said, "for telling me all that. A lot of people, when I was in the system, just treated me like another case." She paused. "Did they ever catch the men that did that to you?"

You sighed. "Unfortunately no."

"Then how do you know they'll find mine? That I won't go to jail? You said you'd help me!"

"I know, I know and I will. My brother, Jay,--the one who was a cop--is now the sergeant of his unit. And, when I bring these cases to him, he makes them a priority and he's never arrested the girls, only the pimps and johns," you answered calmly.

"You promise he won't arrest me?"

"I promise. Do you want me to call him so we can start pressing charges?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay." You grabbed one of your business cards and handed it to her. "My office number is on here and so is my personal cell phone number. Feel free to call me if you need to. And, I can recommend some good therapists to you later if you want me to."

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." You were almost out of the room when you remembered something. "Oh, and if you're still in the hospital and can't get ahold of me on either number, see that red-headed doctor over there?" She nodded. "That's my brother, Will. Just ask him to call me."

"I will. Thank you again."

You walked out of the room to see Will smirking at you. "You know, one day getting too close to your patients is going to bite you in the ass, right, kiddo?"

"One, they're called clients, not patients in my field. And two, I'm thirty years old! Stop calling me kiddo!"

"You're still younger than me. Therefore, you're still a kid." He looked at his watch. "Shit. Gotta go. Meetings never wait when you're chief of the ED!"

You waved your hand flippantly. "Yeah, yeah, get going. Make sure you keep me updated as much as you can on her case though."

"You know I always do."

He ran off to whatever meeting he had to go to while you went to find a secluded spot in the hospital.

Once you found a good spot, you pulled out your phone and dialed an all-too-familiar number.

"Halstead," he answered.

"For the love of God, I know you have caller ID, just answer it as Jay," you joked.

"I just like messing with you. What's up?"

"I've got another case for you."

"Christ, that's the second one this week."

"Well, this one got pimped out, too and by what she told me, it could be the same guy."

"Any mention of underage girls?"

"She didn't mention it, but this one's newly eighteen, so I'm assuming he or they or whoever it is, are running underage girls."

"Okay," Jay said. "This will actually be a full-on Intelligence case; not just one me, Hailey, Adam, Kim, and Kevin figure out and send patrol to pick them up." He paused. "Wanna be in the room when we talk to her?"

"Please. I told her my story and I think she trusts me."

"I told you that you couldn't let that define you. And look at you now, giving these girls hope."

"Yeah," you agreed, a smile spreading across your face. "Look at me now."

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arrogantsonofabiscuit · 3 years

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Surprising them with hugs

A/n:- my first time writing KNB boys. Let’s see how it goes. I hope you enjoy! I was kinda shivering writing about Akashi (his eyes 🤌♥️)

Featuring:- Kise , Midorima, Aomine & Akashi .

Genre:- mentions of pet names! (Angst - fluff) , suggestive in Aomine’s part.

Kise Ryota:-

Kise was out doing his new project with the agency.

You were home alone again with nothing to do.

You decided to watch some tv but it looked boring because there weren’t any movies or series to watch. Even if there were you weren’t in a mood to watch them .

You just wanted to cuddle with Kise. Snuggle close with him and sleep till late afternoon.

But for the past few weeks you couldn’t because of his new project.

He was modelling for a sports company and they were quite strict with their rules.

So Kise couldn’t take a day off.

You were so busy thinking that you did not realise that it was past midnight and Kise opened the front door.

“Y/n-icchi?”

“Ryota, you are here! You are early today ! I mean tonight!”

“Baby it’s past midnight, I come home by midnight itself so I am kinda late. Why are you awake?”

“Do you really think asking me why am I awake is gonna help you? Huh? Kise ? It’s been weeks since we did anything together. Don’t get me wrong I support you all the time. It’s just that sometimes it makes me wonder that how am I not saying anything to you. I am tired Kise . Is it selfish of me to ask for some affection from my boyfriend?”

“Ah I am sorry baby. But I hear some good news!”

“What is it?” You ask wiping your tears.

“I am having days off for about 2 days straight. I know it’s not too much , but I-“

You hugged kise before he could complete his sentence. He was shocked because generally in your relationship Kise used to ask for affection and not you.

You hugged him like that’s the only thing you needed. He smiled looking at you and he kissed your forehead.

“Yeah I know that you missed me , but this much? 🥺”

“Kise do you want me to stop ?😒”

“No no continue . Wait a second now jump a bit for me.”You jump a bit and kise holds your arms and takes your to your bedroom so that you could cuddle and fall asleep.

Midorima Shintaro:-

He was out practicing for the upcoming match.

He was practise his three pointers with Takao(😽)

You decided to surprise Midorima by coming to his club room and picking him up.

You drove by the parking lot, parking your car.

You tiptoed once you were close to the club room. You heard Takao talking to Midorima about something.

Since Midorima never talked about relationship and all you wanted to know what they were talking about so you were eavesdropping.

“Shin-Chan , you never hugged them ? Like you never initiated it by yourself? 🙀” (I don’t know why but whenever I look at takao i always think he resembles a cat 😺)

“Takao, I don’t know how to, if I do then what if they doesn’t like it?And they initiated it anyways . But it makes me worried that do they think that I may not be the one for them? I-“

“Shin?”

Midorima whipped his head so fast that it would make tenya iida mad . (Basically the flash of my hero academia 😹)

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Midorima’s face was beet red and Takao was standing there like 😺—>😹.

“Takao-kun, how are you? It’s been ages!”

“Y/n-Chan I am good , I am just packing stuff up . I have to hurry . Bye~😽.”

“Shin, you don’t need to worry. I will always support you and respect you no matter what. Also I am only worried about the fact that you maybe overworking yourself. Please don’t do that! Also you are the one for me . Nobody can be like my Shin you know😉” you place your hand on his firm chest and lean on it hugging him.

“Y/n what are you doing! Takao can come back anytime soon” Midorima tried keeping a straight face but he couldn’t because you were finally in his arms.

Midorima won’t be able to express well , but he definitely loves his s/o and would do anything for them.

Aomine Daiki:-

I swear to god his aura itself is so intimidating for me shit.

Anyways....

You were on your desk chair studying for your exams whereas, Aomine was on the bed with a magazine in his hands (you know which one you know 😏)

Ahem~

“Y/n you done? I am getting bored rn, let’s do something”

“Daiki, let me complete the last three pages then I am all yours okay?”

“Hmm, can’t wait”

After an hour you completed studying and reviewing. You got up from the chair to sit next to Aomine.

Aomine who fell asleep on the bed with the magazine on his head.

You were sleep as well listening to his light snores. You plopped down next to him , making minimum noise.

You wrap your arm around his neck and snuggle against his chest.

Aomine is a tease he is . He peeked from the magazine to see you being so cozy against him. He threw the book away and kissed you on your forehead.

“Daiki, you were awake?”

“Hmm, for a long time.”

You smile and kiss him on his lips and tighten your arms around him.

He was never used to your hugs but he liked them anyways. But would he tell you? No never 👎.

He brings you closer to him leaving no space between you guys.

“I was bored of the magazine and wanted to see the r-“

“Shut up 😒”

“Make me”

Forget about your sleep rn.

Akashi Seijuro:-

Emperor 🧎‍♀️.

Akashi was watching some basketball videos because he wanted to see the mistakes made by him and his teammates in their previous match.

You were on the couch scrolling through your Instagram reels.

You were bored, but you knew how Akashi was. He never wants anyone to disturb him when he watches the gameplays.

But you were bored, needy for your boyfriends love. Also you did not want to sound clingy. So you kept your mouth shut for about 10 minutes (that’s my patience)

“Seijuro, um could I-“

“Come sit on my lap”

“Okay” you went back to your couch , but you jolted once you realised what Akashi said.

He said to come and sit on his lap. HIS LAP!

Paniccccccccc ahem~

“So?”

“Yeah I am coming Seijuro”

You get cozy in his lap placing your head on his broad shoulders . He rubbed gentle circles on your back which lulled you to sleep. But you tried to keep your eyes open.

You wrap your arms around his waist tightening your grip like he is the only thing keeping you in place. You knew that Akashi was not used to your hugs and affection in general but the best part was that he always realised whenever you needed them.

He smiled looking down at you .

He holds you against him and places a kiss on your head. He was talking about something but you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

After a while Akashi was done watching, he puts you down on the bed with him and he falls asleep cuddling with you.

Thanks for reading! Take care <3

Reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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mpaulluvr666 · 2 years

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instead of working on my piles of homework and exams i’m going to analyze my favorite scene in Villette in order to understand why it makes me C r a z y….

my absolute favorite part in Villette is when Lucy finally let’s Mme Beck have it. what makes it so great is that it is a long time coming, Lucy and the rest of the school has spent the entire book under the constant surveillance of Mme Beck and Lucy is the one who calls her out on her dogmatism and hypocrisy.

in the chapter “Cloud”, Lucy waits for M. Paul (“One must imagine M. Paul hot” (Daisy)) in an empty classroom. it’s a cinematic scene, you can imagine it in your minds eye: the moonlight streaming in through the windows, the empty desks all in a row, and Lucy Snowe pacing back and forth, anxiety eating away at her.

“what grief could be sacred?” ANYWAY!!!!!!!!! like can you imagine, your life is so controlled, you are constantly watched, you don’t really have your solitude and no space to grieve…..

Then…….. Mme Beck enters, thee woman who is controlling your life and disrupting your grief and your solitude..

I would like to add here that I am Mme Beck hot brain, I can’t help it I love a girl boss 🤷‍♀️ but I do think she’s a cunt (affectionate and derogatory). Mme Beck comes in ready to impose her order, Lucy’s been out too late and of course she’s waiting for Paul. Usually Lucy would cow to Mme Beck, like how in an earlier chapter she let’s her rummage through her personal things, but now Lucy won’t be deterred.

A lot of people praise Villette because Lucy ends the novel as a single woman. And yeah, that’s hot and it is funny that M. Paul dies, but I am NOT immune to romance and Belgian real estate and I am— as my url says— an M. Paul lover. but more importantly, I love Lucy Snowe, she is a fiery freak who is probably 5’9 and I LOVE her and I love that, here, she finally stands up for herself. She knows that she has the chance to love and be loved in return, for all that she is. M. Paul loves Lucy, he loves that she’s cold and stern and judgemental but also witty and sensitive and intelligent. At this point, I think Lucy is in love with him but also is more than content to just be his friend. She wants any kind of love because, she DESERVES to be loved. She’s a human being!!!!!!! And she’s not gonna let Mme. Beck get in the way, not even to give her a sedative (which she does do lol).

K.O.!!!!!!!! Lucy and Mme Beck are foils for one another. I think in Mme Beck Lucy sees a lot of herself and what she could turn into if she becomes the cold and unfeeling woman everyone thinks she is.

“If you have any sorrow or disappointment— and, perhaps, you have— nay, I know you have— seek your own palliatives, in your own chosen resources. Leave me, however, leave me I say!”

STOP THE CLOCKS! Lucy knows Mme Beck, she IS Mme Beck, she has got her number. Lucy sees through Mme’s controlled and fastidious façade, because it’s one Lucy employs everyday. But she knows deep down, Mme MUST feel that same gnawing loneliness but instead of numbing herself like Mme does, Lucy reaches out desperately for personal happiness. the same happiness that Dr. John told her to cultivate???? idk!!!!! i’m going NUTS!!!!!!!

So, Lucy tells Mme Beck to gtfo and Mme Beck, of course, refuses. Now Lucy is at the end of her tether, this woman doesn’t let her have peace and Lucy has HAD it!!!!!! She understands now.

DOG!!

IN!!!

THE!!!!

MANGER!!!!!!!!

Dog in the manger refers to one of Aesop’s fables. the one where the dog is in the manger ahagshah but it’s meaning is basically someone who uses something that they don’t need or really have any concrete use for.

Mme Beck wants to marry Paul even though she doesn’t love him, what’s her interest in him: i don’t know, Paul’s a freak. Anyway, I just love that Lucy throws this insult at her because NO ONE stands up to Mme Beck. and nobody, not even the reader expects Lucy to and then SHE DOES!!!!

Lucy’s all about suppressing her emotions and feelings. She puts on this façade of being icy and cold. But like she says in one part of the book: “ I had feelings: passive as I lived, little as I spoke…”

I think this is just the first time in the book that I really get that gut-punch feeling from Lucy. I can feel her anger and ferocity, the kind that only comes from someone who pushes everything down only for everything to explode out of them. anyway, dog in the manger!

#villette #me and daisy are going insane today at the villette summit

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years

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in which harry stumbles across your livestream.

a/n: alright lovelies! here is my submission for bificathon hosted by my two lovely friends @bopbopstyles & @harrysclementines !! my prompt is ‘harry accidentally stumbles upon a livestream of her and her friend’ and let me tell you, I SNATCHED THIS SO QUICK! its my first time writing gxg smut, so pls be nice :’). also september is bi awareness month, so happy bi month babies! you’re so all beautiful and valid <3

enjoy 4k words of bi/camgirl!yn x roommate/best friend!harry filled with girl x girl smut/filth

come into my inbox and send feedback and let’s talk about this!

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It was Harry’s usual Thursday night when he found himself lying in his bed with his laptop on his lap and a plate of his dinner in his hands.

He was binge watching interior home designers on Netflix, letting out an ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ as they revealed the finished homes, practically envisioning his future home the same way.

Thursday nights were practically the start of his weekend as he didn’t have classes on Fridays, and usually his friends and him would hang out, but he really just didn’t feel like going out nor did he have the social capacity to hang out and get drunk when he’s probably going to do that on Friday and Saturday.

He simply just wanted a break, and that included staying inside and watching interior designers flip a house completely different, and eating his dinner. And he wasn’t ashamed that he enjoyed it.

After a few episodes and an empty plate, Harry paused the next episode before it even started to put his plate away and grab a glass of water. As he was washing his plate, he heard the door open and close, followed by hushed giggles and whispers.

“Shh. Harry might be asleep,” a voice said, but he knew it was you. You knew that he liked to sometimes sleep early, but he thought it was too early to be asleep, seeing as it was only eight p.m.

“I’m actually in here,” he chuckled, making himself present with his voice.

“Oh!” You said surprisingly, and another laugh was heard.

You made your way to the kitchen, your guest following behind you as you saw Harry in just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.

“Hey, H,” you greeted.

“Hi, love. Have fun tonight?” He asked. You had went to the bar to chill out from the many essays you had to write and exams you had to take, and Thursday nights were also a start to your weekend as well, so fuck it.

“Yeah, I did, thanks for asking. This is Daniela, by the way,” you introduced the girl you had met at the bar.

You had seen Daniela right when you walked in as her and her friends were sitting at the table right next to the entrance, and she immediately caught your eye. She looked right back at you, giving you some flirty eyes herself as you were dragged away by your friends and straight to the bar.

After a few drinks and rounds of dancing with your best girlfriends, you saw Daniela walk over to the bar and order some drinks, so you decided that it was your chance to go up to her.

You two had immediately hit it off, getting to know one another. She told you that she was a lesbian, and you proudly told her that you were bisexual. You also found out that you’re both in the same bio-chem class together, which definitely raised the excitement as she suggested studying together and you happily said yes. Then there was dancing while you two were both buzzed, completely forgetting your friends as you grinded against each other and kissed, not caring that you were practically putting on a show for everyone around you.

And when you suggested that you took her home, she immediately said yes, and you dragged her outside as you waited for the Uber you called.

“Nice to meet you, Daniela. I’m Harry,” he introduced himself, shaking her hand. “Her roommate and friend-”

“Best friend. C’mon, Harry, don’t put yourself lower than that,” you corrected and he smiled.

“Alright, alright. My bad,” he laughed.

“So, we’re gonna go to my room,” you winked him as Harry said ‘have fun’ before cleaning up a bit in the kitchen.

He was glad that one of you was getting laid. He also noticed how happy you were, which he absolutely adored, and he thinks it has to do with the fact that you came out a year ago, and you’re now living your life to the fullest and happiest, and that’s all he wants; is for you to be happy with yourself and in general.

Harry met you at the end of freshman year of college as your friend groups met up with each other at a bar. He was a bit more shy than the rest of his friends, and didn’t immediately mingle with everyone until a few drinks in. But as you introduced yourself to his friends, you noticed him sitting down at the bar, not interacting with anyone. You were also somewhat on the quiet side, but was able to handle introducing yourself, so you completely understood why Harry acted the way he did when you two met.

“Hey, not feeling it tonight?” You asked, taking a seat next to him.

“Eh, not one for going up to people and initiating a conversation,” he said nervously.

“I get that. Makes me nervous to go up to someone and talk to them, but I’m trying to get over that, so here’s me trying,” you chuckled as did he.

“Well, we gotta drink to that then,” he said, and it took him by surprise that he was able to make a joke and laugh.

It could have definitely been the liquid courage, but he was starting to warm up to you; joking around and becoming less tense as you two talked and drank. But that was because you were making him comfortable, to which he appreciated very much.

Since then, you two have been by each other’s side. He told you that your friends kind of intimidated him because they were very out there, and that made you laugh slightly because it was very true, but you made sure to be by his side whenever your groups hung out.

The group hangouts turned into one-on-one hangouts with just you and Harry. He was definitely more comfortable with you, and he really enjoyed your company and presence.

Both of your friends had expected you two to end up together, but you two realized that you were better off as friends—who knows if you two will end up together, but for now, you were happy being best friends with him as was he.

It was a year, the end of sophomore year, when you wanted to move out of the dorms. It wasn’t like you didn’t like your friends and roommates, but sometimes you wanted your own space and that didn’t help when there’s two other people in the same room as you.

So Harry suggested that you both find a flat together since he was on the lookout for a flat anyways, and it’ll help him a ton with bills and whatnot. You excitedly said yes after you asked him if he was sure that he wanted to move in with you, and if he was extra sure that he wanted to since you’d be there when he would take home people. He laughed, and said that he didn’t care and wanted to live with you, saying it’ll be fun. You both had gotten quite close throughout that year and practically told each other everything, so it’ll be even better to live with someone you both trust.

Junior year of uni, he noticed that you always came home with a sad frown on your face, briefly saying hi to him before going straight to your room and locking yourself up for hours. Harry tried figuring out why you were in such a mood all the time, and tracked his steps, seeing if he said anything wrong that made you upset. But he couldn’t figure it out as you both always had light and fun conversations during breakfast and dinner.

And the frown went on for months until you both came back from Christmas break, and you told him that you had to tell him something very important.

“Love, you can tell me anything, you know that right?” He said, reassuring you.

“Yeah. It’s just…I’m nervous to,” you said, shaking your leg. Harry really wondered what happened during break that made you so anxious. He was worried that you wanted to move out and not live with him anymore, but he had to remind himself that it was probably not even about him as he told you to take your time.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he said, and you nodded, giving him a smile before you walked off to your room to gather your thoughts.

An hour later, you came out of your room and found Harry sitting on the couch, watching a film. You sat next to him, and he immediately turned off the TV, giving you his full attention.

You took a deep breath and started, “What I was trying to say earlier was that something about me has changed, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I was still figuring it out, but I was just scared of what you would think,” you said. Harry started to get concerned, but he let you finish talking before he said anything. “So, I’ve always had an attraction towards girls, and I thought it was just me thinking a girl was pretty, but when I started to get nervous and flustered when a girl would talk to me, I realized that I really like them, and I would find myself flirting with them and longing to have something romantic with them. And then when I went back home for break, I met up with a childhood friend, and somehow…we kissed. It was so magical that it made my stomach flutter.”

Harry had smiled softly as you told your story; knowing where this conversation was going, but of course, he stayed silent and let you talk.

“So what I’m trying to tell you is that… I’m bi,” you had said nervously, hands shaking in your lap. You were trying to contain your tears from falling from your face as you shook your leg.

“Love, I’m so happy for you,” he replied, opening his arms to comfort you from the anxiety you were feeling from telling him. You had softly sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the weight on your shoulders disappear as you had finally told the person you were closest to and who you trust the most.

“R-Really?” You said as you pulled away from his hold.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m happy that you can be whoever you want to be and I’m here to support you,” he said, holding your arms and running his hands over your skin.

“Thank you, Harry,” you smiled at him, feeling ultimately grateful for your best friend and his acceptance.

Harry smiled at the memory as he heard giggles through your door, and he chuckled as he finished cleaning before heading to his room. He was feeling a bit tired and despite it being a bit earlier than his usual bedtime, he decided to call it a night a try to get some sleep, deciding that he could go on a run in the morning since he was sleeping early.

But after an hour of tossing and turning, he gave up trying to get a restful sleep, and opened his laptop to put on some Netflix, hoping it would lull him into a deep slumber. He was comfortably watching a random show until his hand grazed his crotch, and he realized he hadn’t relieved himself nor had he had sex in a while.

So, he pushed his boxers down his legs, kicked them off the bed, and took off his shirt before he grabbed some lube and pumped his cock as it immedately hardened in his hand. He began touching himself in the darkness of his room as he quietly groaned out and threw his head back on his pillow.

Realizing he doesn’t have some kind of visual, he stops to search up cam girl sites on the internet so he can get a mental image in his head to get him off. He finally settled on one user that was doing a live stream called ‘KISSYPLS’ as the preview was a girl going down on another with a purple ambiance to the room. The room was dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see the two girls.

The sound of the moans from his laptop were quite loud and he didn’t want you to hear it all the way from your room, so he grabbed some headphones from his bedside table, plugging in his earbuds into his ears as the sounds of the girls moaned and talked dirty to each other.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” the girl that was doing the eating out said before she crawled her way up to the other’s body.

And the slightest moment as Harry was watching, the girl on her back had shifted down a bit as they kissed, and Harry’s eyes flew wide open once he glanced. He saw the face that he wouldn’t have expected he would see.

His roommate. His best friend. It was you.

You were being eaten out on his computer screen by Daniela, and he was in complete shock. He honestly hadn’t expected to find you because it was just a random scroll through the site, but holy fuck.

You hadn’t had your account for very long—maybe about three months. But you thought it was a good way to make some extra money because the bills were stacking up and they had to be paid off somehow. And you loved the idea of getting off in front of a camera for random strangers who pay to see that shit.

And of course, Harry didn’t know you were a cam girl at all. He hadn’t seen that coming when he was looking for something to get off to. But he wasn’t complaining. He just didn’t expect you to be the one on the other side of the screen. But there you were, showing your body and having sex with someone on camera for the (as shown) 27 people watching who are also horny as fuck.

You as a person are already beautiful, he knew that, but your body was something else. The way your tits were shown so clearly on his screen with your tattoo that was inked right next to your left tit; as the purple light hit your skin. He wanted to take them in his mouth and devour them.

You were sprawled out onto the bed, naked as Daniela was kissing you, and he couldn’t stop looking at you as your face looked while kissing someone. He was in complete shock that he stopped stroking himself, his dick in his hands as he watched you two make out. But once his cock twitched from the sight of your ass sticking up, getting a view of your glistening pussy and ass, he continued.

You flipped Daniela onto her back, making her squeal in surprise before you started kissing down her body, leaving small and sweet kisses to her soft skin. You took her nipples into your mouth, sucking on it lightly as she moaned. Once you were lying on your stomach between her legs, you gave her inner thighs a kiss before licking one long strike up her pussy. You generally loved the way girls taste rather than guys, so your mouth salivates more when you’re with women, eating them out and tasting them, and pleasuring them to their orgasm.

You tongue focused on her clit, licking her sensitive bud relentlessly as your arms were looped under her thighs, and your hand reached up to grab one of her breasts, taking her nipple in between your finger and lightly pulling it.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Her voice was much more high pitched than normal, but you think it’s hot as fuck. “Like that.”

That encouraged you to continue sucking on her clit, and you brought your free hand to plunge two fingers into her wet pussy, curling up to meet the soft spot inside of her. Daniela’s back arched off the bed as her hair was spread out onto the pillow as she grabbed a fistful of your sheets into her hands. You pulled your mouth away from her to place your hand on her clit, rubbing it fast as you continue to finger fuck her. Daniela was an absolute mess above you, chanting that she was going to come as a way to manifest her orgasm.

“C’mon, beautiful. Cum for me,” you encouraged her, the sound of your voice had made Daniela and Harry moan out with how sultry and seductive you sounded. Daniela’s peak washed over her as her hips bucked up, but you placed your arm on top of her thigh to stop her from moving as you calmed her down from her high. You licked her up once more, collecting her juices on your tongue before climbing up her body to connect your lips with her. Daniela could taste herself on you, and it turned her on even more despite just having an orgasm.

Harry watched as you two kissed for a while. She wrapped her arms around your back, pressing her body against yours as you two made out, swirling your tongues together. Harry fondled his balls, intensifying the feeling before going back to stroke his cock. He gripped on his long hair with his other hand, so it felt like someone was in the room pulling his hair for him, and he closed his eyes. With the feeling of his orgasm coming, he was about ready to pump faster so he could get to his peak, but he heard your voice again.

“I’m not done with you yet. Wanna cum again?” You asked her, and she nodded eagerly. “Want you to cum when I say so,” you told Daniela, and she nodded. Harry slowed his movements down as if he felt like you were personally talking to him, even though a lot of people on her live stream felt the way he did once she said those words.

You fixed the laptop, pushing it back a little but still pointing it down to your bodies rather than your face. Giving Daniela a kiss, you situate yourself, putting one leg over her and the other under. You reach between you two, inserting your finger in her wet hole and bringing that wetness to her clit, and she does the same to you.

Slowly moving closer to one another, you touch clits, rubbing it against each other as you two moaned out. The sounds coming from both of your mouths were loud enough that Harry had heard them from his room, and it genuinely felt like he was in the same room as he was also watching it on his screen.

“Fuck, I wanna cum,” he groaned to himself.

“You wanna cum?” You said, rubbing yourself on her and she whimpered out a ‘mhm,’ and you proceeded to grind faster.

“Yeah, please let me,” Harry moaned.

The feeling of both your wetness rubbing together was sending you over the edge as you felt like you were going to explode. Your moans had gotten louder, and you really hoped Harry was wearing some sort of headphones with loud music because you felt bad that you were being this loud, but you couldn’t help it.

But little did you know that Harry was listening to everything.

You felt like Daniela had waited long enough to release, so you grabbed her face gently, giving her a kiss. “Go ahead. Cum for me,” you said breathlessly as you were going to let go after she was done.

Once Harry heard those words, he sighed in relief, letting out a loud groan as his orgasm was released onto his stomach. His abs clenched and his hips bucked into his hand. He grabbed a pillow and bit on it, concealing his moans as he came down from his high. With his chest heaving up and down, he looked over at his laptop to see you breathing deeply and he knew that you had just orgasmed as well.

Your orgasms had hit both of you hard as you were left sprawled out on the bed, laying on opposite sides as your legs were still entangled with one another. Daniela sat up, pulling your body towards her, and she kissed you deeply, still feeling entirely breathless.

“God, you’re amazing,” she said against your lips, and you smiled into the kiss. The live stream was still going on, so Harry continued watching you two interact with one another post orgasm. “Kinda wanna use that dildo of yours on you,” she smirked, and you chuckled, nodding your head eagerly.

“Like a threesome, but with a dildo,” you joked, and she laughed.

“Maybe we should have one?”

“What? A threesome?” You asked, pulling back, and she nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah, why not?”

“With who?”

Just on cue, a knock was heard on your door quite loud, making you and Daniela turn your heads towards the door. Before you even had the chance to even get up, the door opened, revealing Harry in just his boxers. You couldn’t help but look down at his crotch area and see his cock hard.

“Done with the show ladies?” He asked, smirking. The two of you were still completely naked, but neither of you cared to make an effort to cover yourselves.

“W-What?” You stuttered and looked at Daniela as she had no clue what was going on either.

“Watched your live stream,” he finally said, and your eyes widened.

“How did you find it?” You asked, moving towards the edge of the bed, and Daniela stayed behind near the headboard.

“By coincidence, I swear,” he said, walking towards you. “Was just scrolling and I was horny as fuck, and I stumbled upon it.”

“D-Did you like it?” A nervous tone came with your words, and it was strange because you’ve never been nervous with Harry, except the time you came out to him. A huge part of you wanted him to say he liked it and that he enjoyed the show, and you really hoped he did.

He stood in between your legs and looked down at you as you looked up. The sight below him was just something that irked him; you looking up at him with wide eyes, acting innocent and him looking down at you with a raging hard on, begging to be touched by you and your mouth. He placed his hands on both sides of your face, caressing your warm cheek as he studied you for a moment. The smear of mascara that laid under your eyes and your flushed cheeks made his cock twitch.

Just from watching your live stream, he noticed that you were quite dominant in bed with girls. But with how you’re looking at him, wanting validation and reassurance from him, you’re submissive with men (or just him in general).

His stare was intimidating, and the dark purple light illuminating your room didn’t help. He’s never seen you naked and bare, so that added to the stress of if he likes what he sees. But you were surprised that you didn’t want to cover up in front of him. Throughout the years of being best friends and roommates, you two have never fucked. Although you have kissed multiple times, it was purely platonic and sometimes you just needed a kiss every once in a while. And as your best friend, Harry was happy to help.

“Of course I fucking loved it. Wanna know my favorite part?” You smiled softly, nodding slowly as you looked at him with big and innocent eyes. He bent down, matching your eye level before he whispered, “Well, first of all you, of course. Looked so damn beautiful, I swear.” You blushed, and he continued. “But the part when Daniela suggested a threesome just a minute ago. If you and her are up with me being a plus one, then I am. Your wish is my command,” he said softly, kissing your nose.

Daniela gasped behind you, a big smile on her face as she crawled to the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder before she spoke.

“Well, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of fucking fun.”

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kjack89 · 2 years

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I put it in the mentions but in case you needed it as an ask: 35 for E/R please?

35. "December, 1963 (Oh What a Night)" by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.

ExR, developing relationship, modern AU.

“I don’t want to go.”

Grantaire knew he was whining, but he didn’t care. Besides, he figured his whining was muffled enough to just sound like regular petulance, given that he was facedown on Joly’s bed.

“Then don’t go,” Joly said evenly, leaning down so he could see his reflection in the mirror as he tied his tie. “As I said before, I’m not making you go with me.”

Grantaire sat up and scowled at him. “No, but if I don’t go, you’re leaving me alone in your apartment all night. Which sort of defeats the point of me coming to visit you for the holidays.”

Joly rolled his eyes affectionately, leaning over Grantaire to grab his suit jacket from where it was laid out on the bed. “As memory serves, the point of you coming to visit me for the holidays was to have an excuse not to have to go home to your parents,” he said. “And because you wanted to meet my boyfriend. The fact that med school scheduled their holiday mixer for when you would be in town is pure happenstance.”

“Speaking of the boyfriend,” Grantaire started, and Joly gave him a look.

“You can stop calling him ‘the boyfriend’ and start calling him by his name,” he said dryly. “Which is Bossuet, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Which you told me was a nickname, in case you’ve forgotten,” Grantaire shot back, sticking his tongue out at Joly like they were back in elementary school together. “Besides, I’ll call him by his name when I finally get a chance to meet him. Which leads me back to my original segue – why isn’t the boyfriend accompanying you to this super exciting mixer?”

Joly sighed, just a little wistfully, as he perched on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes. “He has a final scheduled for 8 a.m. tomorrow morning,” he told Grantaire. “Rescheduled, actually. Part of the roof collapsed in the classroom the first time around, so they had to postpone the exam.”

Grantaire let out a low whistle. “The roof collapsed and the professor didn’t even cancel the exam?”

“Nope,” Joly said. “Bossuet’s in good spirits about it, at least. Says with his luck, he’s surprised it didn’t collapse directly on top of him.”

“See, that’s why I need to meet him,” Grantaire said. “We can commiserate over our lousy luck.”

Joly gave him a look. “Yeah, except that Bossuet actually is unlucky, and your ‘bad luck’ is almost exclusively of your own making.”

“Harsh but fair.”

“Anyway, if the threat of being left alone with your thoughts all evening isn’t motivation enough, I have it on very good authority that this little holiday mixer comes with an open bar.”

Grantaire immediately brightened. “Well why didn’t you say that before?” he demanded, standing up to check his reflection in the mirror and attempting to smooth his unruly curls with no luck. “You know there’s nothing I love more than an open bar.”

“Not even the guy you drove five hours to hang out with,” Joly murmured sourly.

“Oh, cheer up, Jolllly,” Grantaire said, swooping in to kiss his cheek before grabbing his coat. “You know there’s no one I would rather get absolutely plastered for free with.”

Joly huffed a sigh, grabbing his own coat before following Grantaire outside. “Why does not that not reassure me.”

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“Initial impressions?” Joly asked in an undertone as he surveyed the room, nervously stirring his vodka soda.

Grantaire took a swig of his drink. “A decent pour,” he said. “Not the best quality, but I can only imagine they were anticipating folks caring more about quantity than quality.”

Joly elbowed him in the ribs. “I meant, you know, any initial impressions of my classmates, or professors or anything relevant to my life.”

“Well it’s not quite the cast of Grey’s Anatomy, but I see a few folks I wouldn’t mind making a drunken mistake with,” Grantaire said, smirking when Joly sighed exasperatedly. “C’mon, what do you expect me to say? We’ve been here five minutes and said hi to a half dozen people. Not exactly a lot to go on as far as first impressions are concerned.”

“Still, based on everything I’ve been telling you,” Joly started, but Grantaire stopped listening as soon as he caught sight of the ungodly beautiful blond man who had just walked through the door, wearing a bright red peacoat.

Grantaire was fairly certain his mouth was hanging open, but he didn’t care. This was easily one of the most attractive men he’d ever seen with his own two eyes, and he was standing in the same room as Grantaire, glancing around as if a little unsure of himself.

“Who is that?” he hissed to Joly, who broke off mid-sentence, looking equal parts confused and annoyed.

“Who is…” Joly trailed off, following Grantaire’s line of sight. “Someone very clearly out of your league.”

Grantaire couldn’t even bring himself to scowl, too busy trying to decide on his best opening line. “Seriously, what’s his name?”

Joly shrugged. “No idea,” he said. “He must be someone’s guest, like you.”

“Excellent,” Grantaire said briskly. “That means if he shoots me down, I don’t have to worry about making things awkward between you and a classmate.”

“If he shoots—” Joly gave Grantaire a look. “You’re really going to try this? Given your luck?”

Grantaire just winked at him. “I think my luck’s changing,” he said, clapping Joly on the shoulder before tossing back his drink and making his way over to the blond, setting his empty glass down on a tray on his way.

If possible, the man was even more gorgeous up close, and any of Grantaire’s clever lines had long since fled by the time he reached him, leaving him with one tried and true approach: “Can I buy you a drink?”

The blond gave him a brief, searching look, and Grantaire felt himself color, just slightly. “Isn’t it an open bar?” he asked, just a little coolly.

Grantaire wasn’t deterred. “Can I procure you a drink, then?”

“Why do I have the feeling if I say no, you’re going to get me a drink anyway?” the blond asked, sounding equal parts amused and exasperated.

Grantaire smirked. Two sentences in, and this man knew him so well already. “Are you going to answer every one of my questions with a question?”

“Are you?”

“Didn’t I ask you first?” Grantaire shot back, watching the man scowl, just slightly, as he clearly tried to come up with a response that was another question. “But to answer your question, I’m not really big on forcing alcohol on someone who doesn’t want it.” The blond’s eyes snapped to his, and Grantaire shrugged. “Kind of has rape-y vibes, and seeing as how I would love to see you naked at some point this evening, I’d rather keep the lines of consent very clear.”

The blond arched one perfect eyebrow, but to Grantaire’s relief, he looked more amused than offended. “I’ll take it you’re not one for beating around the bush.”

“Sometimes I am,” Grantaire said with another shrug. “But I’m not in town for long, so I figured if I was gonna shoot my shot, I might as well just go for it.”

The blond nodded slowly. “I didn’t think you looked like a med student.”

Grantaire’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.”

“Could go either way, I suppose,” the blond said, with just the hint of a smirk.

“And if I were to say that you don’t seem much like a med student either?”

The blond shrugged. “I’d say you were correct,” he said. “I’m here with a med student, Combeferre.”

He gestured over Grantaire’s shoulder, and Grantaire turned to glance at the sandy-haired guy with glasses who was standing nearby, clearly pretending like he wasn’t listening to every word of their conversation. “He’s cute.”

“His boyfriend thinks so, too.”

Grantaire gave the blond a startled look. “So you and he aren’t…?”

The blond snorted. “No. God no. There was like a week, back in high school, where we thought maybe, but, uh, it didn’t really work out.” He gave Grantaire a questioning look. “I’ll assume you’re not dating whomever you accompanied this evening because then you would in fact be the world’s biggest asshole instead of just pretending like you are.”

“Again, can’t tell if that’s a compliment or insult,” Grantaire said mildly.

The blond raised both eyebrows. “You think being told you’re acting like an asshole is a compliment?”

“The way you say it?” Grantaire murmured, smiling when the blond blushed, just slightly. “Anyway, no, I am also accompanying a friend. Though I’d much rather be accompanying you. Maybe to the bathroom, for a quickie in the stall?”

He waggled his eyebrows at the blond, who wrinkled his nose. “Remember where I said you were acting like an asshole?”

“Yeah, but the way I see it, if you weren’t at least a little bit into it, you’d’ve told me to fuck off by now,” Grantaire said cheerfully. “Or decked me in the face. Or both.”

The blond didn’t smile. “And what if I didn’t feel comfortable telling you to fuck off out of fear of what your reaction would be?”

“Then I owe you an apology for giving you such a wrong impression,” Grantaire said evenly, fairly certain that this was a test more than anything else. “Say the word and I’m gone. I can’t promise I won’t pine after you from across the room all evening, but that’s my problem, not yours.””

A small, sharp smile lifted the corners of the blond’s mouth. “Well, there’s no need to go that far.”

Grantaire grinned, more than a little relieved. “See, I knew you were a little bit into it.”

The blond shrugged, his smile softening, just slightly. “Maybe. Just a little.”

“Well, thank God I’ve got all evening to get you the rest of the way there,” Grantaire murmured.

The blond’s smile widened. “And here I was worried I’d be bored all night.”

“Not if I can help it.”

The blond cleared his throat. “So about that drink…”

Grantaire nodded and gave him a small mock-bow. “My wish is your command,” he said, offering the blond his arm. “You strike me as a vodka guy, but I think you’re just waiting for the right whiskey to win you over.”

“I’ll take it you’re the whiskey in this scenario?” the blond asked dryly, taking his arm. “Who knows, maybe it is time I tried something different.”

Grantaire grinned. “Oh, uh, I’m Grantaire, by the way,” he said in what he was sure was a painfully offhand kind of way.

The blond smiled as well. “I’m Enjolras.”

Enjolras, Grantaire mouthed to himself, every syllable feeling like it had always belonged on his lips. “And I am very glad that I was talked into coming this evening.”

“Yeah,” Enjolras said, half-smiling. “So am I.”

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Danger First

Chapter 2

Heya @pocketramblr. I have no self-control.

Izuku expected his anxiety to subside, one way or another, once the exam was over.

As always, the universe set out to prove him wrong.

Home was more or less okay. But, for some reason, minor household repair issues started to bother him so much he spent the rest of weekend working on them

Then there was school, which was even more hellish than usual, despite being exactly the same as it had been since the sludge incident. Izuku was way too aware of how much of a threat everyone there was to him, specifically. Especially the teachers.

His hypervigilante state did keep him from getting poked (smacked) quite so much by the teachers, or cornered by 'fellow' students quite as much as usual, but it also led him to hide in the library storage room. He'd never be able to look at the librarian the same way again. Not knowing she kept multiple copies of books by anti-quirkless hate groups on hand.

And all through the week, he got nothing but silence from All Might.

But the end of the week came, and with it a letter from UA, which told him-

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, FIRST PLACE?"

"I don't know, Nana, Banjo makes a good point."

"Don't take his side just because he was your predecessor. You all know a One for All holder would never resort to such devious- Yoichi, why are you making that face?"

"In an unjust world, bribery can be a tool for justice. I'm sure Eighth didn't have to, though."

"That's it, I'm not talking to any of you anymore."

"Anyway," said All Might, wiping blood from his mouth and glancing nervously at the other beachgoers. "Congratulations, young Midoriya."

Izuku felt his lip wobble. "You're not mad that I couldn't use One for All?"

"Not at all! Actually, in some ways this might be better. We'll have some time to experiment privately. And if you're in school when it finally turns on... well, we'll just say you're a late bloomer, alright?"

"Okay," sniffed Izuku, rubbing his eyes. "I just... I couldn't use it. What if-"

"Hey, hey, it's alright, my boy. No need to cry. You passed the entrance exam without using a quirk at all! You should be proud. Even with a quirk, it's an incredible accomplishment. Also, just so you know, I had nothing to do with the selection process. Just in case you were worried about favoritism."

Izuku sniffed and nodded.

"What a strangely specific denial."

"Uh, Banjo, usually I'd be reveling in the chaos, but I think Nana is seriously considering ghost murder right now. Maybe you shouldn't insult her kid anymore?"

"You and Hikage would protect me, right?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'd sell you to Satan for one corn chip."

"So would I; it's been way too long since I've eaten. As long as it is Satan and not All for One, you've got my blessing."

"You certainly proved this old man wrong."

"You aren't old," protested Izuku.

"We'll have to agree to disagree on that," said All Might. "Here, sit down with me," he said, settling on the sand.

Izuku hurried to follow suit, and for a while, they both just watched the ocean. It was nice, today.

"I owe you an apology, young Midoriya."

"H-huh?"

"For what I said on that roof," said All Might, "and for what I... implied later."

"You already apologized for the roof, though?" said Izuku, confused. "I mean, that day..."

"That's what I'm talking about," said All Might. "I shouldn't have- The way I apologized, when I offered you One for All... It was like saying that you couldn't do it without a quirk, that you needed a quirk to 'fix' yourself and... well, obviously I was wrong. Quirk or not, you're going to be an amazing hero."

"Oh," said Banjo, "I can already tell this is going to be a problem once he finds out about Danger Sense. Gonna blow a hole right through his confidence."

"Maybe he won't find out?" suggested Nana, who'd wrestled her murderous impulses into submission. Temporarily. "Danger Sense is pretty low key."

"I feel like I should be offended..." said Hikage. "But if I got offended, that would be offensive to people who don't have quirks..."

"I don't know," said En. "If someone insulted your legs by saying they were so skinny it was like they weren't even there, would you being offended be offensive to people who don't have legs? Or would the original statement be the offensive one?"

"Somehow, I feel more offended after that."

"Oh," said Izuku. He felt himself crying again. "Are you, um. You're not going to- Are you- Do you want it back?" he whispered. "One for All?"

"No, no, of course not. You... There's no one I'd rather have it. I'm just... even if you didn't, you could be a hero. But I'm hoping... I'm hoping you'll keep it."

Izuku swallowed and nodded. All Might awkwardly raised his arm.

"Do you mind if I...?"

"Sure?" said Izuku, not entirely sure what he was asking.

All Might put his arm around Izuku and gave him a sort of sideways hug. Izuku leaned into it. It was the safest he'd felt since the entrance exam.

Because, surprise, surprise, that anxiety hadn't gone away.

"What did you say?"

"Oh! Uh... it isn't important, it's nothing."

"It didn't sound like nothing," said All Might, concerned.

"I, well, I, ever since the entrance exam... maybe even a little bit before? I've been really... jumpy? About everything. I think it's just because I'm a wreck, but..."

"Huh. Well, you know, that could be a facet of One for All."

"R-really?"

"After I got One for All, it seemed like it was easier for me to tell when people were in danger and needed help," said All Might. "S- A friend who knew about One for All used to joke it was my original quirk. But it was subtle and intermittent, not constant."

"Huh," said Izuku. "So... it might have been One for All all along? Trying to get me to help people?" He picked at his lower lip. "Maybe... I noticed a bunch of stuff I usually don't... I'm not sure I would have seen all the people in trouble during the exam."

"So much for not noticing-"

"His confidence... let him have it for at least a little while..."

"He seems to be taking it alright," said Yoichi, hopefully.

"I'm sure you would have helped them if you did notice, regardless," said All Might, "and that's what was really being measured, so my earlier point still stands."

Izuku nodded. "It would be really strange for a quirk to have two completely different applications like that."

"Yes, but One for All is a rather strange quirk, and I've seen odder split quirks." He fell silent for a moment. "I can't think of a way to test for it, though. Speaking of which, we should find some time to try and work on One for All before the school year starts. How do you feel about coming to UA after school?"

"Th-thank you for helping us with this, Recovery Girl!"

"It's no trouble, dear," said Recovery Girl. "I'd be here at this time, anyway. You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork I have to go through. Just try not to break too many bones."

Izuku nodded vigorously, still somewhat in awe of being in the presence of not one but two incredible pro heroes. And at UA.

It was like living in a dream.

Except for the highly suspicious mostly-hidden wall panels and the very intense feeling of being watched through camera by an incredibly threatening being. It was fine.

"Alright, young Midoriya! Are you ready?"

"Y-yeah!"

"Then come at me, you zygote!"

Nana stared at her (former) student in despair. "Toshi... why... out of all the people..."

"So, you admit he can make bad decisions-"

"Bad and immoral are two different things."

"I think calling people zygotes is pretty immoral, actually..."

Silently, Nana agreed.

Izuku blinked at All Might- not because of the zygote thing!

... Okay, partially because of the zygote thing.

But mostly because he was still in his skinny, prone-to-coughing-up-blood form.

"Are you sure?" Izuku asked. "What if I..." he trailed off, blushing. What he was about to say sounded so stupid, and more than a little conceited, but...

"Hey, even like this, I'm much tougher than I look, young Midori- Ahem, I mean, zygote!"

"Toshinori, don't you think role-playing as Gran Torino is a little much?" asked Recovery Girl.

"Ah, do you think so?"

Recovery Girl shot All Might a truly terrifying look, but Izuku's mind was on something completely different.

"Is- is Toshinori your name?" he asked, awed.

Blood drained out of All Might's face, making him look more skeletal than usual. Should Izuku not have asked? Was it supposed to be secret? Oh no...

"Please tell me you haven't been training this boy for most of a year without him even knowing your name."

"Oops?" said All Might, faintly.

"He did do that, didn't he?" asked Yoichi, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline. "Nana, your boy is a disaster."

"All of us were disasters. We're still disasters."

"I'm not."

"Hikage, you spent most of your adult life living in the woods, completely isolated from humanity."

"I know, it was great."

"Unbelievable."

"Back to what we were talking about before," said Mr. Yagi (Mr. Yagi! Izuku knew All Might's name! And had permission to use it!) after Recovery Girl was done scolding him. "Focus on actually hitting me before worrying about accidentally hurting me. Today, I just want to get a baseline. Next time, we can work on basic punches and throws."

"So, do I just-?"

"Yep, just come right at me!"

The next hour consisted mainly of Izuku being thrown bodily into various padded surfaces. Despits this, according to Mr. Yagi, he was much better at dodging than expected. As a bonus, although he certainly felt sore and bruised, he didn't break any bones.

He also didn't manage to activate One for All. Not even a little bit.

Nor did he on any of the other days leading up to his first day as a student at UA.

Aizawa Shouta, down two nights of sleep and dreading the new batch of bright eyed hero hopefuls he'd be teaching- and crushing the dreams of- next week, glared blearily at a computer screen. Currently, it displayed a student's name, a quirk name, and the single least helpful quirk description he'd ever seen. Which was saying something, because he'd seen Hizashi's original quirk description.

Midoriya Izuku

Quirk: undetermined

Description: None.

I am either too tired or too sober to deal with this, decided Shouta. However, sleep simply wasn't on the table, and getting drunk was illogical. In that case, simply not dealing with it was the only option.

Nevertheless, he picked up his phone and called Nezu.

"Good evening, Aizawa!" said the internally chipper maybe-rodent. "Or should I say good morning?"

"Midoriya Izuku."

"Ah, you're browsing your class list, I see. Any thoughts about their potential?"

"Illogical." It would be, to make a call about a student's potential without meeting them first.

"Quite so!"

"Midoriya. Quirk," grunted Shouta, reminding him why he was calling.

"Ah, yes, he is a strange case. He's listed as quirkless in the registry."

That woke Shouta up, just a little. He'd seen a handful of documents for the quirkless over the years. If Midoriya was quirkless, his file should read N/A, not undetermined.

"What?"

"I have reason to believe that he might have been diagnosed in error," said Nezu. "I am still investigating. In the meantime, I would appreciate it if you kept an eye on him. Assuming, of course, that he isn't expelled!"

Shouta grunted and hung up. He minimized the window on his computer and pawed through his files until he found the entrance exam video for Midoriya.

A kid who passed the UA hero course practical entrance exam either entirely quirkless or with a subtle, stubborn, or invisible quirk on rescue points alone. A kid who seemed to run straight for danger on purpose (mostly on purpose, Shouta amended after seeing him collide with the invisible girl, coincidentally pushing her out of the way of some sort of water pressure quirk. There was just no way he could have known she was there). A kid who had almost certainly faced brutal quirk harassment since the time he was four and most likely possessed the self-confidence and trauma to match.

"Least he's good at dodging..." muttered Shouta. He rubbed at one grainy-feeling eye and pulled his sleeping bag closer around his shoulders. Kid wasn't all that bad at falling, either. Some light martial arts instruction, maybe?

He paused the video and reopened Midoriya's file, flipping to school and admission records and exam results. He usually didn't look closely at this part of the file, it was enough for him that the students passed, but, exceptions...

Speaking of exceptions, Midoriya's file was a mass of contradictions. Unusually high written test score that didn't correspond with middle school grades. Dozens of citations and black marks on his disciplinary record that should have kept him from even being invited to take the exam, but a letter of recommendation from All Might.

He frowned at the last one. There was no way...

He shook his head, and clicked on the link at the bottom of the file. It brought him to a herotube video about a year old. A hostage situation with a vaguely familiar middle schooler and slime-like villain. Also, a bunch of heroes, but none of them seemed to be addressing the suffocating child. Shouta felt his lips curl. Even if this was in the past...

Then Midoriya Izuku ran into the frame and tried to pull the other boy free, just seconds before All Might arrived and punched the villain so hard it started to rain. Then the video ended.

Alright, then.

Shouta's admittedly currently-less-than-razor-sharp mind presented him with two possibilities. One, Midoriya was All Might's secret child and All Might had bribed Nezu into letting him take the exams despite his less-than-stellar records. Two, this child had, with bloody fingernails, managed to claw a single spark of luck out of an otherwise bleak existence by impressing All Might enough that he got Nezu to ignore the otherwise damning records.

If the first, well, he had still passed the practical without use of any obvious quirk. He probably had some potential.

If the second... Shouta had been a hero long enough to recognize the circumstances that drove people to desperate, and sometimes unforgivable, acts. Dangling a single hope in front of someone only to snatch it away at the last minute...

Forget the maybe-quirk. This was the real conundrum of Midoriya Izuku.

The rat knew he wouldn't expel Midoriya with these stakes. It would be the height of irrationality.

(Even if he did turn out to be All Might's kid.)

What a pain.

He flipped through a few more profiles, quickly reviewing 1-B as well, before hitting redial on his phone.

"Calling again so soon?" asked Nezu with a squeaky chuckle.

"I want Monoma." He paused. "In my class," he elaborated.

"Oh? Whatever for?"

"If I'm going to have to figure out Midoriya's mystery quirk, I want to make it as easy for myself as possible."

There was silence on the other end of the like, and Shouta checked to see whether or not he'd hung up accidentally. He hadn't.

"I must say," said Nezu, finally, "I had not considered that solution. Depending on the mechanics of Monoma's quirk... I cannot think of any reason to deny your request."

That was a strange way of phrasing it.

"We'll exchange him with Bakugo, in that case."

"Not that I'm complaining," said Shouta, "but why him? Why not..." He racked his memory. "Mineta. He's got one of those body part quirks Kan likes."

Nezu chuckled again. "Normally, I would pick Mineta, but, by my calculations, a classroom that contained both Monoma and Bakugo would be demolished within thirty minutes of their arrival."

Shouta groaned. Why did they even let people like that in?

No, wait, he had an answer to that, actually.

"Forget a mouse, a dog, or a bear," said Shouta. "You're a sadist."

"Some certainly think so! But one thing's for sure! I'm the principal!"

The door to class 1-A sure was big... and intimidating... and radiating a faint sense of malaise. But, then, Izuku's middle school classroom had done far worse, so...

He opened the door. No Kacchan. Thank goodness. He must be in the class B, then, because there was no way he'd let Izuku beat him to school.

The strict boy from the entrance exam was there, though, and, oh, dear, he'd noticed Izuku and was coming right for him.

(Oh, gosh, and the invisible girl was here, too. He felt himself blushing furiously.)

Still better than Kacchan.

"Hello!" he said, rather loudly. "I'm from Somei Private Academy! My name is Iida Tenya!"

"Oh, uh, I- I'm from Aldera Middle School..." said Izuku. Was stating the name of your middle school a normal thing? He hadn't read about this in any manga... "I'm Midoriya Izuku."

"Pleased to meet you!" He moved his arm in a rather robotic fashion, taking a deep breath.

Oh, no, was he about to yell at Izuku again?

"Danger Sense isn't even going off right now, Izuku," said Yoichi, despairingly. "Why are you still so nervous?"

"Maybe we never really gave him Danger Sense after all, and it was his natural anxiety the whole time."

"Please stop denigrating my quirk."

"Midoriya... you... you perceived the true nature of the practical exam. Meanwhile, I was blind! I misjudged you! I hate to admit it, but you were the superior candidate."

Oh, that was nice, but... "I didn't perceive anything, though. I had no idea rescue points were a thing. I was mostly just trying not to die."

"Ah! That curly hair! It's Midoriya!"

"Oh! Um, Uraraka?" Please, please, let him have remembered her name right.

"Yeah!" said Uraraka, smiling brightly.

Augh! Too cute!

"I'm so glad you're in my class! I was so worried I wouldn't know anyone here."

"Y-yeah. T-this is Iida, by the way," said Izuku, trying to get attention off of himself.

"Nice to meet you, Iida."

"It's nice to meet you as well, Uraraka!"

"Yeah! So, we've got the entrance ceremony and guidance sessions today, right? I wonder who our teacher will be- They're all supposed to be pro heroes, right?"

"Um," started Izuku, "that-"

"If you're here to socialize, then get out."

"That's a teacher, huh," said Yoichi.

"Why are you saying that like you've never seen one before?" asked Banjo.

"I've seen teachers before," said Yoichi. "I've seen all of your teachers. The ones you've had while you had One for All."

"Okay, now you're saying that like you've never had teachers."

"Yeah, that is kind of strange, Yoichi," said Nana.

"I had professors," said Yoichi.

"Still weird."

"I went to college. And med school."

"Did you graduate?" asked En, interested.

"No."

"Why not?"

"My brother kidnapped me, kept me in a vault for a while, and then I died."

"I didn't know what I expected," said En, shaking his head.

"Wait, weren't there several years between the vault and the whole dying thing."

"Yeah, but I'm ignoring them."

"Because?" Banjo hooked his thumb over his shoulder at Second and Third.

"Yep," said Yoichi.

"Todoroki. You were the highest scorer on the Recommendation Exam. See how far you can throw this ball with your quirk. Stay in the circle. Anything else goes."

A boy with white and red hair stepped forward, scowling faintly. He took the ball and stared at it.

"Time is valuable, Todoroki."

And then there was a glacier.

Izuku felt his jaw drop. How was he supposed to compete with that?

"My name is Monoma," said a blonde boy, offering his hand.

Izuku stared at it a moment before remembering handshakes were a thing.

"Midoriya," he said.

Monoma then offered his hand to Uraraka and Iida as well. "I look forward to experiencing UA's superior brand of education with you," he said.

Izuku laughed nervously. "You're confident," he said, glancing at the track where two others students were doing sprints. It would be their turn soon.

"But of course!" Monoma struck a sort of pose, fingers splayed out on his chest. "I welcome this sort of challenge, this opportunity to prove myself! It just goes to show, UA only accepts the best of the best!"

Monoma was called away to the starting line a moment later. "Two good, one dud," he mumbled under his breath.

What did that mean?

Then Monoma was at the starting line, and he was using Iida's quirk. Did he have a copy quirk? That was so cool!

... Is that what he meant by good and dud? Did he... did he see that Izuku didn't have a quirk? Oh, no... What if he told everyone? Even if people were being nice to him now...

"What's wrong?" asked Uraraka.

"U-um," said Izuku. "Nothing?"

"Oh, gosh," said Yoichi, crying. "I just want to wrap him up in a warm blanket. You deserve friends."

"Yeah, kid, it'll be okay," said Banjo. "Bakugo's just a freak. And so was your whole school. Place gave me MLA flashbacks."

"Sure glad they aren't around anymore," agreed En.

All in all... Izuku didn't do terribly. Especially given that he didn't actually have a quirk, and this was a quirk assessment. At least, he didn't think he did. At least, he hadn't tripped or hurt himself.

It had, in fact, been a rather good day. No Kacchan. No bullies. The teacher had clear standards and requirements, and he stated them up front.

He had been getting... bad vibes... from the short, purple-haired kid, and he'd noticed other people frowning at him, especially the girls. But he hadn't been able to put his finger on why, even though he had been watching him carefully during his turns.

Other than that...

UA really was the best.

"By the way, no one's getting expelled. It was a logical ruse."

Monoma raised his hand.

"What is it?"

"I must object!" said Monoma.

"You... want someone to be expelled?"

"In fact, I insist! To allow this to continue would blemish the reputation of the school."

"Well said, Monoma!" exclaimed Iida. "Living up to the reputation of UA and all the alumni who have come before us is a duty of us students! But what blemish are you talking about? Surely, as Mr. Aizawa said, we all went plus ultra!"

"Maybe so, but my concern has more to do with moral standards!"

"If you kids keep going like this, I'm just going to go to sleep. You're giving me a headache."

Izuku caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and a wave of unease went through him. He turned to see-

"Hey! What are you doing?" he demanded, shocked and more than a little horrified.

Once again, he was mortally embarrassed on behalf of the invisible girl.

"I wasn't doing anything!" said the small purple boy.

"You were looking up her skirt!"

"It isn't like there's anything to see!"

The invisible girl gasped and quickly moved away. "Gross!" she said. "That's terrible!"

"See? See?" said Monoma, wildly. "This is what I'm talking about!"

"Next time," said Aizawa, "get to the point faster. Time is valuable. Mineta."

"What?"

"You're expelled."

"What? You can't do that!"

"Go complain to Nezu."

UA really was the best.

"Midoriya."

Okay, never mind. He was doomed. Completely doomed.

"Monoma. I want to talk to you after class. The rest of you are dismissed."

Midoriya stood nervously as Uraraka and Iida bid him goodbye. Was this it? Was Aizawa going to expel him after all? At least it wasn't in front of absolutely everyone... But what was Monoma doing here?

Speaking of which, Monoma looked nervous, too... Was he okay? Surely, Aizawa wasn't going to expel him, too.

"Is this about me using other people's quirks?" demanded Monoma. "Because you said anything goes! I wasn't cheating. You can't expel me!"

Oh. There was some trauma there. Izuku could tell. Did people make fun of him for his quirk?

"I'm not going to expel you," said Aizawa, looking up at them from where he laid in his sleeping bag in the grass. He almost looked like he was praying for patience. "I need to ask you some questions about your quirk. For future reference and to better serve your needs as a student. I know how tricky meta quirks can be."

"Oh," said Monoma, slightly deflating. Then he sent a curious glance at Midoriya. "Is he-?"

"His matter is slightly more sensitive. If you would like me to send him away while we talk, I can do that."

"No, no, it's fine." Monoma sniffed, his eyes suspiciously wet. "What's the question?"

"You copy quirks through DNA contact. Do you decide when to activate passive quirks you copy, or can you choose?"

"I can choose, as long as it's within my time limit."

"When you first make contact, can you tell what quirk a person has?"

Monoma shook his head. "No, sir, I have to activate it to do that, so I can get duds- oh, that is to say, quirks I can't use because I don't have the proper activation conditions, like Midoriya's. He's got some kind of stockpile. I can get duds without realizing it. But I can tell whether or not someone has a quirk."

"Were you able to test all your classmates' quirks today?"

"Not everyone, yet," said Monoma. "I usually try to avoid more extreme mutation quirks outside of controlled conditions."

Aizawa's head bobbed up and down minutely. "Great. That should be enough for now. You're dismissed."

"Yes, sir! I look forward to seeing your superior lesson plans tomorrow!" He paused. "Midoriya."

"H-have a good day, Monoma."

Monoma had felt One for All! What a relief. Izuku had been half worried he'd lost it somehow.

But why did Aizawa want him?

"Um, sir?" he asked. Sort of asked. 'Sir' alone wasn't a question, even if it was said in an inquisitive tone.

Aizawa's eyes turned red, and his hair started floating. Izuku felt... Huh. Calmer, somehow? He was no longer vaguely aware of how the light post over there could fall on him, or any of the other many minor dangers surround him and oh, gosh, he was no longer aware of the dangers! How was he supposed to stay safe like this, when he felt like he'd been blindfolded?

Aizawa blinked. Everything came back.

"Wow," said Izuku. "That was so cool! Was that your quirk? Is it an emotional quirk? It made me feel calmer at first, but then I was, I don't know, too calm, and it made me anxious, but then-"

"Problem child," said Aizawa, and Izuku froze at the reprimand. "What I just did was erase your quirk."

Erase?

His quirk?

"Oh my gosh! You're Eraserhead! I'm a huge fan!"

Aizawa closed his eyes. Was he counting? No? Did he fall asleep?

"You do know you're listed as quirkless, right?"

"Yes?"

"But you just had a reaction to my quirk that a quirkless person definitely should not have."

"O-oh?"

"Combined with Monoma's ability to sense your quirk, I'd say you are not, in fact, quirkless."

"But I have the toe joint?" Izuku wasn't sure why he'd said that. He shouldn't be arguing against this, because, as Aizawa had said, he did have a quirk. It just wasn't exactly his.

"Yeah, that's an old wives' tale."

"Really?"

"As real as my quirk counselor license. Whoever diagnosed you was a quack."

"O-oh."

"My initial impression from your entrance exam video is that you might have a sensory quirk of some kind. On the other hand, we should take Monoma's assessment into account, and consider stockpiles. Either way, I would like to schedule some time to test things out with you."

"You- You'd do that? For me? I mean, I don't want to be a bother-"

"This is literally my job."

"It... yeah, I guess so." His previous teachers would have considered it a bother. Except Mr. Yagi, but Mr. Yagi wasn't really a teacher. He was more of a... a mentor.

(Or a dad.)

(Oh, no, he did not just think that. Bad. Bad brain. Bad brain that read too much All Might RPF as a pre-teen.)

"Besides, even if your quirk doesn't have many applications in hero work, it will be useful for you to know what it is and how it affects you." Aizawa yawned. "Also, don't tell your class that I'm Eraserhead."

"O-okay," said Izuku. "Of course, sir, but... why?"

"I have two full time jobs. I get my entertainment where I can. You can go now. We'll schedule tomorrow."

Izuku nodded, and Aizawa just... zipped his sleeping bag the rest of the way closed and rolled over.

Was... was he just going to go to sleep here? In the middle of the field.

"Um? Mr. Aizawa?"

A grunt came from the sleeping bag.

"This is... isn't this kind of a dangerous place to sleep?"

"Go home, problem child."

"... okay."

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