mars

please read the rules!

d.a.m.n students

damien:

"studying together" (damien x gn!reader)

"chills and their easy fix" (damien x gn!reader)

"damn hug headcanons" (damn x gn!reader)

"damn poly headcanons" (poly damn x gn!reader)

"helping you through a meltdown" (damien and milo x gn!reader)

"helping their s/o through anger" (david, gavin, damien x gn!reader)

"freezer burn polycule headcanons" (damien x xavier x gn!reader)

huxley:

"damn hug headcanons" (damn x gn!reader)

"damn poly headcanons" (poly damn x gn!reader)

"helping their s/o with plants" (huxley x gn!reader)

lasko:

"damn hug headcanons" (damn x gn!reader)

"damn poly headcanons" (poly damn x gn!reader)

"rider's lullaby" (lasko x gn!reader)

"panic" (lasko x gavin x gn!reader /pl or /rom)

"first date" (imperium!lasko x gn!reader)

kody:

"yandere headcanons" (kody x gn!reader)

"jealousy" (kody x gn!reader)

"father headcanons" (kody x gn!reader)

xavier:

"freezer burn polycule headcanons" (damien x xavier x gn!reader)

freelancer (no ship):

"last words (of a shooting star)" (please read the cw!!!)

d(a)emons

gavin:

"home safe" (gavin x gn!reader)

"francis forever" (gavin x gn!reader)

"damn hug headcanons" (damn x gn!reader)

"damn poly headcanons" (poly damn x gn!reader)

"chords which share my love for you" (gavin x gn!reader)

"helping their s/o through anger" (david, gavin, damien x gn!reader)

"slipped my mind" (gavin x gn!reader)

"vacation headcanons" (david, gavin x gn!reader)

avior:

freedom and its owner (avior x gn!reader) part 1 |

camelopardalis:

vega:

"first 'meeting'" (vega x gn!reader)

caelum /pl:

shaw pack

david:

"in your arms" (david x gn!reader)

"with a reader s/o" (david x gn!reader)

"pack with trans s/o's" (pack x trans!reader)

"poly headcanons" (david x ash x milo x gn!reader)

"poly headcanons pre-relationship" (milo x asher x david x gn!reader)

"lycanthrope s/o" (david, asher and milo x gn!reader)

"helping their s/o through anger" (david, gavin, damien x gn!reader)

"vacation headcanons" (david, gavin x gn!reader)

"with a singer s/o" (david x gn!reader)

"with a forgetful s/o" (david x gn!reader)

"angel's return" (david x gn!reader)

"pack 'sibling'" (platonic david and gn!reader)

"pack 'sibling' 2" (platonic david and gn!reader)

"clothing thief" (david x gn!reader)

"feminine s/o" (david x masc aligned!reader)

"tattooed s/o" (david, asher and milo x gn!reader)

"strong s/o" (david x gn!reader)

asher:

"poly headcanons" (david x ash x milo x gn!reader)

"poly headcanons pre-relationship" (milo x asher x david x gn!reader)

"more poly headcanons" (milo x asher x gn!reader)

"lycanthrope s/o" (david, asher and milo x gn!reader)

"tattooed s/o" (david, asher and milo x gn!reader)

milo:

"neurodivergent s/o" (milo x gn!reader)

"poly headcanons" (david x ash x milo x gn!reader)

"poly headcanons pre-relationship" (milo x asher x david x gn!reader)

"more poly headcanons" (milo x asher x gn!reader)

"lycanthrope s/o" (david, asher and milo x gn!reader)

"helping you through a meltdown" (damien and milo x gn!reader)

"tattooed s/o" (david, asher and milo x gn!reader)

gabe:

"reassuring his s/o" (gabe x gn!reader)

solaire clan

vincent:

"study date" (vincent x gn!reader)

"poly headcanons" (vincent x sam x gn!reader)

"migraine comfort" (vincent x gn!reader)

"dancer s/o" (vincent x gn!reader)

sam:

"calling him your mate" (sam x gn!reader)

"sam/darlin' headcanons" (sam x gn!reader)

"poly headcanons" (vincent x sam x gn!reader)

"marking" (sam x gn!reader)

"solstice together" (sam x gn!reader)

"yandere headcanons" (sam x gn!reader)

"movie night" (sam x gn!reader)

william:

walkers

elliott:

brachium:

blake:

project meridian

marcus:

"scientist s/o" (marcus and james x gn!reader)

james:

"scientist s/o" (marcus and james x gn!reader)

the office

aaron:

"poly headcanons" (aaron x ollie x gn!reader)

ollie:

"poly headcanons" (aaron x ollie x gn!reader)

ivan:

"this is bullshit."

the freelancer sighed, wringing out the warm washcloth and bringing it to damien's chest, dabbing gingerly at his wounds. "i know," they started, "but you can't do this on your own". damien's protesting groan was cut off by a hiss as he recoiled from the freelancers touch. "shit, sorry," they muttered, focused in on trying to be as gentle as possible.

"i could if i needed to," he sighed, voice strained and quiet. his eyes travelled up to theirs, which were focused and dark. they trailed over his injuries as they bit down on their lip, a habit of theirs that he'd picked up on since the two met. it hadn't been long since it happened, only three days. fifteen hundred lives lost, and countless injured- damien among them. however, his wounds weren't fatal. they were still severe, sure, but not life threatening. not really. because of this, he was healed just enough to get him stabilized and instructed to let his body do the rest. it made sense, the healers had to save their magic for those who's lives were in danger. he understood, but he hated it. they both did; damien hated being so helpless. he was trying to get more used to depending on people, and he was getting better, he really was. but not like this. he's never had to lean on someone so completely, to the point where he needed help walking. and the freelancer hated seeing their best friend like this: hurt, frustrated, grief-stricken. they wanted to take it away.

"alright," they whispered, mostly to no one in particular. they placed the bloody rag back into the bowl of now-lukewarm water and reached for the rubbing alcohol and gauze, courtesy of the healers. their eyes met his as they poured the strong scented liquid into the cotton. they were bloodshot and sunken in, his dark circles much more prominent than before. the freelancer wasn't particularly surprised by that, though. they didn't look much better themselves, especially not after the disaster. the inversion.

damien made a noise that was as close to a whine as he'd probably ever get, "do you really have to use that? you just cleaned it with the rag". the freelancer breathed out a laugh at his borderline pouting.

"yes, you know i have to," they set the bottle down. "do you want it to get infected?"

damien averted his eyes, "... no."

"didn't think so."

they brought the gauze down onto the gash in his upper chest and he let out another hiss, louder than the last and the freelancer pulled away slightly, not wanting to hurt him any more. once his muscles had relaxed, they hurriedly finished cleaning the wound and disposed of the gauze. damien let out the breath he'd been holding as the freelancer finished applying his bandages, letting himself relax back into his bed. a few moments passed before they tapped his shoulder and held a cold water bottle to his lips, the condensation dripping down their wrist and landing on his chest. cold. refreshing.

"drink," they prompted. he may get on their ass for being irresponsible when it comes to taking care of themselves, but he had to admit that they were damn good at taking care of others. he sighed to himself. of course they were, always putting their own needs on the back burner in favor of helping others. but he knew they were working on it... and he also knew that taking care of others was a coping mechanism for them. he lifted his head and propped himself up on his elbows, sipping slowly from the bottle. the cold water chilled his throat as he greedily drank and the freelancer didn't pull the bottle away until it was almost half empty. standing up slowly, they swiftly checked on his other needs. "are you hungry? you haven't eaten since this morning."

damien hesitated for a moment. "not really, but i could eat something light. i probably should". they nodded and strode out of the room, off to the kitchen. damien wasn't a messy person by any means, everything in his apartment was neat and tidy... besides his bedroom. it always looked lived in, though. little bits of damien scattered here and there that brought the place to life. it made the freelancer feel cozy, comfortable, something that took them so long to achieve at their own apartment. even at a time like this, after what happened, being here with their best friend felt oddly safe.

around twenty minutes passed before the freelancer returned, a bowl of miso soup in hand. it's one of the first meals that damien taught them how to make, he mentioned it was a comfort food of his; that his mom used to make it for him when he was sick. the look on his face as he recreated her recipe made them feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and it was one of the first times they saw him completely stress-free. that is, until they sliced their finger while chopping up the green onion. "hey," they called, shutting the door softly behind them and making their way into the room. damien slowly and carefully sat himself up, smiling softly when he caught the familiar scent of the broth. after warning him about the heat, they watched him like a hawk as he tried it. "i know it's probably not exactly how you like it but i figured it's light and something you like, i just hope it's okay-"

"it's good," he interjected, mostly into the bowl. "really good". the freelancer perked at that, the fire elemental could just imagine a tail wagging furiously behind them.

"oh- good! good, i'm... i'm really glad". they sat quietly as he ate, checking their phone and responding to gavin's worried texts. he already worried about them after the vega and kody situations, and now the inversion? was nervous with them even going over to damien's on their own. after finally reassuring him that they were, indeed, safe- they tuned back into damien who was just finishing off his bowl. "here," the freelancer held out their hand, "i'll take that back to the kitchen."

damien sighed, still not used to being waited on hand-and-foot. he let his spoon clank against the detailed porcelain as he handed over the bowl, "yeah. thanks." they nodded and scurried off to the kitchen. when he heard them turn on the sink, he flopped his body back into the plush pillows and let his eyes drift closed. no surprise to him, he saw them again. the faces of those people, screaming for help. the people the he couldn't save. he tried, he tried so hard the help them- to do something. but he failed. for the first time, his flames wouldn't manifest. at the time he needed them most, he couldn't ground himself enough. he failed, he-

"hey," his eyes snapped open at their voice, forcing him out of his thoughts. concern flooded their features when they saw his eyes, glistening with unshed tears. "hey..." they rushed to his side, lowering themselves into the chair situated next to damien's bed. they knew better than to ask if he was alright; he wasn't. none of them were. none of them had the answers right now, and probably wouldn't for a while. all the freelancer could do was be there and offer a listening ear. maybe even a shoulder to cry on.

damien closed his eyes again. no matter how hard he tried to keep them open, he was far too tired, too drained. he needed the rest, as much as he hated to admit it. after a moment, he felt the freelancer slip their hand into his and rest their head on his thigh.

"what are we gonna do?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

they squeezed his hand. "we'll take it one day at a time. your meeting with the grief counselor is coming up, right? it'll take some time but... we'll get through this together. we all will."

damien squeezed their hand back, allowing himself to relish in the comfort their presence brought him. he was miserable, nearly every thought overrun with 'what ifs' and regrets. but a piece of him believed them. believed that they would find a way to heal from this.

"thank you, freelancer."

he's never known a human like you.

you were a perfect source of energy for him, sure. you were filled to the brim with anguish– pain and fear and anger that was absolutely delectable.

but you were different. you could sense him.

not in the way that empowered humans could. you couldn't sense his aura or feel his hold on you, but you could always tell that you weren't alone. you could always sense when you were being watched.

you'd talk to the empty space, not really expecting any answers. you'd tell him about your day, that funny thing your friend said, how you felt about the weather; all without knowing that he really was listening. he found it strange that you weren't afraid. you could clearly sense his form just out of reach, sense his eyes fixed on you in the night. in his experience, most humans take issue with being watched.

"maybe i'm just crazy..." you'd chuckle to yourself, but you never stopped talking to him.

it had been nearly a year since he began feeding on you, a little over eight months since you began talking to him... and about four months since he began to get attached.

attached? attached to a pathetic human like you? it was almost laughable. the fact that he'd come to care for someone so weak- but it was the truth, whether he liked it or not.

it was late. maybe early? it depends on how you look at it, but you were still awake. you usually were at this time, trying in vain to still your mind enough to drift off. just as usual though, you gave up after a while, opting to scroll on your phone as a distraction.

"you're here, aren't you?"

he paused. should he answer? it would be a breach of covert, but he could always just modify your memory if need be. he'd be a liar if he said he had no interest in actually speaking to you. he'd spent so long watching and listening that he knows nearly everything about your life. he knows about your job, that one coworker that never fails to get on your nerves, your favorite foods, your day-to-day schedule- hell, you've even told him about your family.

but he wanted to know you. he wanted to know you firsthand, not just as an outsider.

yes. i am here. i have been for a while now.

they jolted at the sudden voice in their head. it was one that they'd never heard before, yet it was somehow familiar. you should be afraid. you should be running, calling a friend, calling an exorcist or something.

but you were calm. and you were glad.

"so you finally decide to respond, huh? took you long enough."

vega laughed. it was deep and smooth and it echoed in every crevice of your mind. it was strange. but it wasn't unpleasant.

yes, i suppose it did. you'll have to forgive me, darling. i've been idle for too long, it seems.

now it was your turn to laugh. it was softer, quieter than vega's. but he found it captivating all the same.

you seem surprisingly placid, all things considered. i figured you'd be more unnerved? perhaps even scared?

"scared?" another small chuckle escaped your lips. "why on earth would i be scared?"

well, he started, humans aren't usually amenable to... supernatural beings in their homes.

"ah. well, what can i say?" you shrugged, rolling onto your back and gazing up at the ceiling. "i'm just grateful for the company, i guess." vega didn't respond to that, instead opting to sit in a moment of comfortable silence.

"so... are you gonna show yourself?" you teased, sitting up in your bed, "or are you just gonna let me keep talking to thin air?"

vega hesitated a moment before taking a breath. are you sure you want that, human? are you even prepared for the horrors that await you once my physical form is visible?

"ha ha, very funny. if you're so scary, why haven't you tried putting it to good use, hm?"

another laugh filled your senses. if you insist.

little by little, a cloud of black smoke began to appear in front of you, swirling around from every corner of the room. after a moment, it began to materialize into a form; a man. he was tall- way taller than he should be with two dark horns that made him look just that much taller and he had eyes that seemed to burn holes in your very being. he was intimidating and his presence was powerful.

but he wasn't scary.

"hey there, stranger."

stranger? vega asked, mock hurt spreading across his pointed features. i'd hardly call us strangers after all this time.

you moved closer to him, straining your neck to see his face in the dark room. "you forget that i've gone this whole time without even knowing you were real, right?"

vega mirrored your movements, taking a step closer to you. he had no need to strain in order to see you, though; as tall as he is, all he needs is to look down. but you always spoke to me. you told me everything.

"everything," you started, "is a bit of a stretch. plus, i was always the one doing the talking, never the other way around." you poked a finger to his chest. "from my perspective, you're a complete stranger standing in my bedroom who happens to know a suspicious amount of my personal life."

the demon hummed a response, bringing a hand up to trace along your jaw as a sinister smile spread across his face. even in the darkened room, his pearly teeth seemed to shine, definitely sharper than they should be...

would you like me to help you change that?

he's so jealous omg

jealous of your talent, that is

he's tried so many times to do his own makeup,,

it was disastrous

he thinks you look so so so incredible

he'll like,, sit on the floor and watch you do each step of your makeup with a look of awe plastered on his face

and when you're done, please believe he is taking DOZENS of pictures (with your permission)

he already compliments you a ton without makeup, he just adds on more

"babe! that color looks so badass on you!" and "holy shit babe, how'd you get your eyeliner so perfect"

as usual, he's your biggest hypeman

and the more colors you use, the more amazed he is

he probably won't ask, but if you offer to do his makeup he's already picking out colors before you've finished the question

doing his makeup is mad irritating though because he will Not Stop Moving and looks in the mirror every two minutes

he can't help it!! he just thinks makeup is so so cool. plus, he's trying to watch and learn how to do it himself

though part of him wouldn't mind letting you do it for him, he thinks seeing you all focused is really cute

and with your permission, he'll send pictures of your looks to his packmates

to brag and all that

he'll spam every groupchat he's in with a billion pictures of you just so he can gush

milo finds it hilarious, david wishes he didn't spam in the work groupchat

please excuse him, he's an idiot in love

gavin

he's infatuated bro

he may not be one for changing his appearance

but he has so much respect for the people who can, especially if they do it without using magic

he thinks it's so very impressive that you can practically pass as any character you want, just with a bit of practice and makeup

and he adores your creativity

if you tell him about your cosplay plans ahead of time, he will absolutely binge whatever media the character is from before you finish the project

that way he can fully appreciate all the work you put in!

he also lets you use him as a wig mannequin

he doesn't mind if it makes him look silly, he wants to help you

and he's not really great with crafting; most of his experience coming from small projects with caelum

david

he wants to help!!!!

if you make your own cosplays from scratch, please please please let him help you with sewing

he's actually so very good at it and he finds it really relaxing too!

and if it's helping you with one of your hobbies? he's more than ready to lend a hand

he loves to listen to you ramble about whatever character you're cosplaying next, even if he's never heard of them

he doesn't add many comments or ask many questions, but please trust that he's listening

and you KNOW he's going to buy you whatever you need for any project

if you let him, of course

after listening to you complain about how expensive your hobby is, he's practically offering up his bank info

sugar daddy david ftw

the first time he sees you in any of his clothes was a morning after, finding you in the kitchen wearing his sweater

and he literally Loves it

head over heels

in his opinion, he has a pretty good sense of fashion

but some of his clothes he thinks look so much better on you

(perhaps just because it's you)

even just simple things! coming home to see you lounging about in a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts??

he swears up and down that it's one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen

and he gets so so so soft whenever you wear his clothes out

it's not even like a protective nature usually

just the fact that you. are comfortable enough that you can wear his clothes. in front of other people

it makes him all giddy inside you have no idea

he also really loves it when you combine yours and his clothes into an outfit

he thinks the end product always looks so cool

and if any of the pack try to pick on him, he'll barely even notice

too busy with his eyes on you

lovesick grin plastered across his face, head resting in his palm

no thoughts

what is he? say it with me:

SIMP!!!!

these two are literally best friends and you cannot change my mind

it started with bonding over david, entire conversations just spent teasing the guy

but after a while they start hanging out because they enjoy eachother's company!

they're both so chaotic but in different ways, so they always have,,, interesting conversations

ash sees them as the second funniest person in the pack

after himself, of course

and angel sees him as like an idiotic but loveable brother

when they aren't spending time with their respective partners, they're usually goofing around together

milo also gets roped in sometimes, often acting as the working braincell of the trio

they also give eachother a lot of good advice (especially relationship wise)

if angel needs some advice with david, who better to ask than his best friend and beta?

and if asher needs advice on working with an unempowered partner, who better to ask than his alpha's unempowered mate?

homies, your honor

if the pack meeting is of less importance, more just so david can check in with everyone, they're complete menaces

pulling mini pranks on the other members, joking around

the whole package

one of the biggest things they have in common is a respect for david, though

so if the meeting is more serious, they're both acting out their individual duties

asher, switching to his professional and serious pack beta mindset

and angel trying their best to be a helpful mate to the alpha

god he loves it

he'd love you no matter what hobbies or interests you have, of course

but something about the way you dance makes him go crazy

the control you have over your body and it's movements never fails to amaze him

and he loves how happy and content you look when you're able to express yourself through your dancing

and oh goodness

he loves watching you practice

he just sits and admires you and is in constant awe of your talent and dedication

he'll even quietly cheer you on when you perfect a move you've been practicing

and he will literally be so so so happy if you ever ask him to help you practice or if you try to teach him

spending time with you??? doing something that makes you so so happy?????

he's so hyped

if you have and shows/concerts you better believe he's gonna be there for every single one

oh? it's the same night as a clan meeting?

wow it's so crazy how will just randomly cancelled the meeting out of the blue lol what a coincidence

anyways let's go <3

good luck kisses before you perform are a ritual at this point

he always brings you flowers and chocolate for once you finish

and he makes sure he's the loudest in the applause

"you were incredible tonight, lovely. you should be so so proud of yourself"

well that was not expected.

but god, he was not complaining.

the pack regularly roughhoused, it wasn't a new occurance by any means. normally started by asher, shoves and lighthearted jeers often turned into full-on brawls just for fun.

what was a new occurance, though, was that you were involved.

it was obvious asher was taking it easy on you– but with the way david must have been staring daggers into him, it wasn't surprising. the pack often underestimated you due to your size and sweet attitude, which only made it even more fun to prove them wrong.

a right hook from asher was swiftly dodged, and in a moment he was launched over your shoulder and landed with a groan on the carpeted floor.

"holy– holy shit!?" the wolf exclaimed as he hit the ground, his and david's eyes both as wide as saucers. asher wasn't a very buff guy but he was tall and watching you take him down with such ease filled david with some sort of shocked pride.

and something else?

as he watched you flex your, usually concealed, muscle on the dumbfounded asher, his mind began to wander.

could you take him down that easy?

... would that really be so bad?

when he isn't the one driving, long car rides are generally Not His Thing

but if you're with him,,,,, he'll make an exception

doesn't like anyone but you using the aux cord

for one, he really really likes your taste in music

and two, he loves hearing you sing along to your favorite songs

(and occasionally singing along with you)

Pillow Man Perfect for Long Car Rides

he is 1000% letting you use any part of him as a pillow

(and if you fall asleep,,, Not on him,,,, he definitely won't get jealous of whatever inanimate object you're resting on.... no way)

and in turn, please expect him to fall asleep on your shoulder or lap

and please expect him to drool

he will not Ever admit to it, but this man drools a Lot

please don't think he forgot a gift

it doesn't matter if you two are in a car, he's giving you a birthday gift

he'd spent quite a while working on it– a photo album

it has a mix of polaroids and prints, some from important dates like holidays or your anniversary

and sone are just. candid photos of you or random selfies you took together

—

'goddamn fucking pothole' was the only thing on david's mind as he watched you stir awake, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. it was late– early? nearly one in the morning. you shouldn't have to be awake right now. he sighed as you adjusted yourself, leaning further into his chest.

"look who's finally awake. guess my angel was too eager to wait for their present, hm?"

still trying to wake up fully you rubbed your eyes and looked to him. he chuckled at the confusion flooding your features. "present? what present?"

before you even got the whole sentence out, david had reached over to grab a small gift bag from the trunk. he watched you open it, an excited- albeit nervous grin plastered on his face.

you couldn't help but smile. the photo album was half filled, both of you smiling bright and true in the first one. half of it was empty, though. you flipped through the barren pages, looking for... anything, really.

"where's the rest?" you asked, half expecting him to have forgotten to finish it.

"well the rest," he started, pulling you back into his chest and leaving a soft kiss at your temple, "is for our future."

david

his inner chef gordon ramsay comes out

this dude is using all of his cooking experience to make you an amazing birthday dinner

and he's not a baker by any means, but he knows how to follow recipes so he is also baking you a cake :3

so by the time you make it home, the table it set and candle-lit

and he's waiting for you by the door, dorky grin plastered on his normally stoic face

he completely blocks your view of the kitchen and dining room, instead instructing you to close your eyes and trust him

... sus but alright

you do as he says and let him guide you by the hand into the table

when he lets you open them, you're blown away by the image you see; a delicious looking meal, a homemade cake cooling on the countertop and a small black box on the table

he tilts your face up to look at him, "happy birthday angel. i love you so much"

gavin

this man knows how to make one (1) cake and it's marble chiffon

but he thinks it's a cute idea– using the baking skills you taught him to make your birthday cake

of course, he lets caelum help him too

he also enlisted in the help of your friends to keep you distracted for the day so he could have time to prepare

with the cake all iced and ready and your favorite meal on the stove, all that's left is your gift

a book! one that you'd read over and over but never had the hard copy

he'd seen online that the book was hitting a five-year anniversary and had a limited edition copy to celebrate

perfect

he's very nervous, really. d(a)emons don't really celebrate birthdays much past twenty and he's never cared about a human enough to actually celebrate theirs

he just wants it to be special :,)

xavier

he's been so excited to celebrate your birthday with you,, you have NO idea

this dude LOVES birthdays and giving people gifts and making people smile

it just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside, even more so because its you and he loves you

he tried to bake you a cake and..... let's just say he should stick to sportsball

but it's the effort that counts! he made it all from scratch– no box mix or anything! and he iced it with your favorite colors even if it looks a little wonky

and he loves giving gifts that are actually useful,, and using the pottery headcanon,,,,,

he made you a really nice vase as a present!!

and on the bottom, he engraved "happy birthday, i love you <3"

(and brought your favorite flowers to display in it, of course)

what a cutie patootie

well i mean, you know david

he wakes up at the asscrack of dawn and tries his best to go to bed before 2am

so when he sees you, knocked out in bed at like 3pm on a wednesday?

he's dragging you out (affectionately)

"you're gonna ruin your sleep schedule if you keep falling asleep during the day"

though he won't lie, coming home to see you all cozied up on the sofa??

seeing you all wrapped up in a blanket on his side of the bed, your face buried into his pillow??

it does make his heart skip a beat or two

and he loves that you practically have bedhead all the time

he thinks it suits you

but despite his simp nature, he still doesn't want you to oversleep

"over nine hours is too much, angel. if you keep up this schedule, it'll just make you more groggy during the day"

he'll make you coffee every morning to help keep you awake during the day

and at night, he'll make you some sleepytime tea and give you some melatonin to help you get more rest when you sleep

if he needs to, he'll set your alarm for the same time as his

and take you through his entire morning routine

a punishment i wouldn't wish on my greatest enemy...

but he's too soft to follow through with that

usually it'll just end up with you, asleep, being carried in his arms as he goes about getting ready for the day

"next time", he says (spoiler alert, next time ends the same way. and every time after that)