mid:nite dreams

There it was, the main building… right there, so why didn’t he move from his current spot? It was like his feet became part of the concrete step as he looked up mouth slightly agape, the wind blew lightly which woke him up out of his moment of blank nervousness. A sigh left his lips as he looked about towards the rest of the packed quad, a collective of smiling and teary eyed faces. Concentration etched his soft features whilst he clutched onto his cardboard box of oddities.

‘I’ve circled this damn place 3 times already and I’ve checked the directions, what is this building invisible or something, though that would be cool.’ He thought to himself all the while not looking where he was going… “YAH! Jesus watch – oh I’ve never seen you around before, you lost?” The voice seemed pissed off at first and then softer once realising the situation, Tae looked up to see where  the voice came from a paler looking guy staring right at him, the paler boy had fluffy pistachio green hair and almond shaped eyes, even though he had a hard demeanour  he actually looked quite easy going to Tae.

Tae nods at the stranger and opens his mouth to speak but as always mouth before mind: “He kinda looks like the ice cream” he quickly covers his mouth and starts giggling, luckily the hard faced stranger didn’t hear him so he clears his throat to re-word his sentence; “Hi, I’m Kim Taehyung, Tae for short and yes I’m very lost could you please help me?” To the mint haired boy Tae looked exhausted and quite nervous as he looked at him while sipping his iced coffee; he nods nonchalantly before kind of grunting and gesturing to his paper.

“Aha! Room 113? You’re Jin hyung’s new roommate, follow me, kid.” Tae reveals his (award winning, show stopping!) boxy grin, followed by a giggle at how he has finally found his room and roommate.

The two boys find themselves walking down a straight corridor and around a right turn then to room 113, on the front of the door is written KIM SEOKJIN in big block letters just below the number. “Seokjin… My new roommate?” Yoongi nods at him as he sees Taehyung’s face turn into a grin.

Tae set down his box and looked around his new place of residence taking in all the Mario merch and plushies whilst Yoongi sat down on a swivel chair, his phone in hand.“Thank you for showing me where my room is, I was about to give up, you practically saved me so much headache. Oh yeah! What’s your name you know mine but what about yours because let’s face it that woul-’’ Tae says this without taking a breath as his energy has gone from 0 to 100 very quickly?  

“Shut up for a second! I’m Yoongi, but my friends call me Suga. Damn, you talk a lot huh?” Yoongi shakes his head as calmness washes over his inviting features.  “Yeah, sorry I get too excited… I tend to do that a lot, you see I don’t talk to people a lot. I come from the countryside, well my family’s farm to be exact so I’m nervous and hyper… Sorry.”

At that moment Yoongi now understood why this kid went from mute to puppy in 0.03 seconds, he saw his past self in Taehyung the shy aspect especially and it made him pity the younger boy a little bit.

“Hey, Tae seeing as you have yet to make friends and whatever, do you wanna hang out with me and some of my bros? Plus you’ll get to meet your roommate.” He doesn’t make eye contact with the wide eyed country boy as he says this with a monotone but soothing voice making the offer more homely.  

At that second Tae slowly stops taking his belongings out of their box, his face lit up like a tree at Christmas time at the friendly gesture.

“Yes! Thanks for the invite but…” The boy’s full smile slowly started to fade away as reality started to throw painful jabs at Tae’s heart. “…I’ll have to see, ok… how about I text you if I’m not too busy sorting things out here?” Yoongi nods understanding his situation and proceeds to give his number to Tae; after this Yoongi takes his leave mentioning something about music class. The room seems empty now.

Tae perches on the windowsill and he starts to feel nervous again just then his phone chimes the theme to Overwatch.  ‘Who is it now? I thought I put this thing on silent’ He thinks to himself eyebrows’ furrowed a bit baffled at the device. He answers voice slightly shaky as he clears his throat.

“Hey, eomma!” He plastered a fake smile on his face to hide what he was pondering about just minutes before the call. His mother smiling at the sight of her son’s beaming face.

“Hello, Tae! How are you finding it? Are you settling in well? What classes do you have? Have you made any friends yet?”

There it was that dreaded, burning question… ‘Have you made any friends yet?’ Taehyung gulps and blinks a couple times before answering the bombardment of questions; he brushes back his tousled hair nervously. “Wellll, it’s ok I haven’t met my roommate yet and I did meet one guy named Yoongi he’s quite cool actually he also invited me out to meet his other friends but… honestly eomma, I’m shy and a little bit scared” His mother’s smile disappears and she becomes concerned automatically.

“Taehyung-ah, don’t be afraid remember what we said… people love others who are themselves so be yourself you’re a lovely boy and have a kind soul so please don’t over think this too much I don’t want your first memories to be about you worrying.” Tae nods at her words and perks up slightly, what has he got to lose? It’s his first day and he’s already made one friend so he’s obviously doing something right.  

“You’re right eomma; I think I will go later on.” This time his smile was legit and meaningful. “And make sure you eat something, I don’t want you to become paper thin while you’re at school”. He shakes his head and pouts at his mother’s request. “It’s Uni, not school and I promise I’ll eat well, anyway I have to go, love, you loads, “They both say their goodbyes as they blow kisses to the screen until it’s blank.

The mid autumn sky was turning into a mix of blues, purples and pinks, a part of the season Tae enjoyed the most due to it looking like a favourite Vincent Van Gogh painting of his. He checked the time on his phone: 5:35 pm he plucks up the courage to message his hyung that he would go with him to meet his friends.

And with that Yoongi met a shivering but excited Taehyung by the campus library; both boys start walking to their destination Tae fizzing with questions stays quiet already learning that his hyung appreciates the silence. ‘I wonder if they’ll like me, remember confidence…confidence people like those who are themselves’ the freckled boy thought to himself whilst fiddling nervously with the lint balls in his jacket pocket.

“Tae, you’ll be ok… I get it you’re a little apprehensive but don’t be.” Taehyung was brought out his daze by his elder’s wise and true words, Yoongi was right he shouldn’t be nervous or afraid this was a new chapter for him; new scenery and all and taking chances and trying things came with it, himself and his family worked hard to send him to university and he’d be damned if he spent it being too afraid to take chances and meet others.

“Am I that obvious? I mean you’re right I’m just gonna be myself 100% and I won’t care what others have to say about it” Yoongi looked at the younger boy whose features had gone from slightly shaken to a smiling state and he couldn’t help but smile as well at Tae’s new found confidence, he chuckles before speaking: “That’s the right attitude now c’mon before we both freeze to death.”

The boys walked a few blocks more until they ended up at outside a frat house with the name Kappa Kegga on a plaque above the door, Yoongi went ahead to the door whilst Taehyung stopped and stared at the building in awe… this was a frat house, was he about to be a pledge or worse will they make fun of him?! Suddenly, every scene from every movie he saw about frat boys and how they were flooded his mind and his head switched to Worse Case Scenario.

“Taehyung! What the hell? C’mon lets go instead of standing there like a cod fish huh!?” The shook boy nodded at his hyung and rushed inside removing his hat, scarf and jacket, Yoongi did the same. To Tae’s surprise, there wasn’t any loud music or rambunctious girls throwing themselves at guys or anyone doing anything stupid and dangerous, instead, it was just rap music in the background whilst 5 other guys were talking and drinking amongst themselves. Very surprising indeed.

“Guys, this is Taehyung he’s new and he isn’t from around here so I thought maybe he could hang out with us” Yoongi’s calm tone made Tae snap back into reality and his surroundings as he cleared his throat to speak up next. “Hi…Everyone I hope we can all be friends and get along together…” he mustered up a shy grin as blush painted his freckled cheeks, instead of an awkward silence Tae was bombarded with bro hugs and pats on his back; afterward four of them left the room to conversate in the kitchen while two others stayed in the spacious living room playing video games.

“Hey, Taehyung wanna play video games with us?” A silver haired boy asked with an inviting and warm smile, that reached his eyes, Tae couldn’t help but smile back this guy had an infectious but hospitable aura that he couldn’t say no to. “I’m Jimin by the way, and this one with his eyes glued to the screen is Jungkook but we call him Kookie for short he’s the baby of the group” The purple haired boy had strong but soft features with doe, Bambi like eyes that had a playful glint in them, Tae could tell he was the youngest.  

“I am NOT a baby! At least I don’t get hammered after two beers, Taehyung doesn’t listen to him…Jimin hyung is talking outta his ass” With that the two start a quarrel between themselves Tae ends up giggling at the sight and how childish they are.

“Hey Tae, you don’t wanna hang out with them, they’re just as immature as each other, come hang out with us in the kitchen” A tall, rose red haired guy jokes as he stands against the door frame smiling just enough to see his deep dimples, his tanned skin complimenting his distinctive hair nicely. “I’m stealing the new kid away for a bit, c’mon” Taehyung follows him into the kitchen “I’m Namjoon and this is Jin, Hoseok and you already know Yoongi.”

Tae’s eyes immediately went to Jin, ‘So that’s my roommate’ he thought to himself as he carefully scanned the boy with the bottled blonde hair, Tae tried to guess what subject he might be studying;  judging from his broad shoulders he looked as if he could pass off as a jock or sportsman maybe.

“Hi, sorry I couldn’t meet you today at your introduction my class ran late” Jin’s round alert eyes met with Tae’s mahogany orbs, “It’s ok I understand how busy it must be with all those responsibilities and priorities” Tae’s expression was warm and understanding just then Namjoon grabs a cup and pours in a bit of soju and gives it to Tae, his delicate features riddled with confusion but he remembered what he told himself earlier on his way there.

An hour later all 7 boys were around the island in the kitchen all laughing, drinking and sharing silly stories with one another, all of them had a light rosy tint to their cheeks signifying they’ve all had a few drinks. “I have the best idea! Why don’t we play a game!!?” Hoseok cheered his mouth shaping into a heart shape with a wide grin while finishing his sentence off with a little laugh.

“If it involves more drinking count me out because most of you guys are already half gone and SOMEONE responsible needs to watch you, plus I have class at 9 am.” Yoongi pipes in, fairly tipsy enough for him to show off his gummy smile anytime one of the boys did something stupid or idiotic.

“Aish! Hyung doesn’t be such a stick in the mud! So…who’s playing?~ ” A mischievous air loomed in Hoseok’s voice, Jimin was the first to put up his hand curious as to what this crazy game was, then Jin followed, Kookie, Namjoon and then Tae who in fact was very giggly at this point and quite vocal to the group he became acquainted with, he felt like he fit perfectly with these boys, in the way that he could tell they all looked after each other and that they were like a little a family, in this circumstance of being away from family being close to a group like them… it was family despite only just spending a few mere hours together he could feel the love, and the welcoming vibe.  

Hoseok brushed back his molten orange locks as he began to describe said game “Ok so, we all think of a dumb sentence…*chuckle* and whoever laughs at their sentence has to drink depending on how many people laughed and then take a dare, so for example I say a sentence and 3 people laugh I drink 3 times and someone gives me a dare” They all nod understanding.

A few minutes later they’ve all written their sentences and the game has been set into motion, “Hobi hyung lemme go first! Pleaseee” Tae’s hand shot right up a cheeky grin plastered across his face, “Ok sure, make it as dumb or funny as possible” Kookie and Jimin are already giggling at god knows what. Everyone pipes down and Tae downs the rest of his soju.

“Namjoonie hyung *hic* you… from this angle…no mistaking it… egg.“ Jin is going red in the face, literally like he was about to combust, Jimin clasped a hand over his mouth, and Kookie opposite him took a mouthful of grapes to keep from breaking. Namjoon sat straight faced for a while but Hoseok and Yoongi burst into a wheezing fit of laughter and soon after everyone was holding onto their stomachs, Jin’s windshield like laugh setting everyone else off even worse.

“Ahhh, ok ok calm down guys. Tae you gotta drink 6 times” Kookie said this whilst trying to catch back his breath, the drunk country boy didn’t hesitate as he drank 6 times and awaited his dare from another member of the group.

“I dare you to… smack Seokjin hyung on the ass with the baseball bat over in the corner” this time the dare came from Yoongi who was surprisingly silent until Tae said his sentence.

“HAHAHA! Oh my god! Ok…” Tae covered his face and went to grab the bat, Jin shook his head cursing at the rest of his friends for letting this atrocity happen he stood up and awaited his unjust punishment, without thinking about it Taehyung did a little flip trick with the bat and let the end of it land on Jin’s butt with a (not too) loud PAT!

The morning after Taehyung woke up with a hurricane of a headache symptom of a killer hangover, he got up to see Jin in their shared kitchen busying himself with breakfast, if it even was breakfast time all sense of time seemed to had vanished last night when he was hanging out with his new found friends.

“You’re awake; finally I was beginning to think you really did pass out. Now sit down and eat you need to soak up all that soju and get some energy back.” Just as Tae was about to devour what was in front of him his phone rang, he immediately put his hands to his ears everything seemed 10000 x louder but he answered it anyway.

“Eomma, it’s too early. Is everything ok?” He sniffled and ran a hand over his bed head hair. “Early? Taehyung-ah it’s 1:00 pm, you look exhausted what happened?” Just as she asked that question Taehyung’s thoughts went to his new found friends and how they welcomed him with open arms and a cheery disposition, he felt whilst being there last night that it was something that will be long term he finally knew that he wasn’t awkward and mismatched anymore.

Prompt: after Yoongi fought with Kookie he found out later on that day that he got into an accident. 

“What sick satisfaction are you getting from this? To bear his pain… I have never asked you for anything. I don’t even come within a foot to places like this, but you pushed it this time. You punished those that have nothing to do with you…meddling in people’s lives! I didn’t ask to be hurt this way! It’s pathetic how people beg you for forgiveness and help! When you don’t do shit! WHY DO YOU TAKE THINGS FROM ME THAT MATTER THE MOST TO ME DAMN IT!” He didn’t even notice the weather that matched up to his mood but on any other day, he would’ve called bullshit on the cliché. The ash haired boy couldn’t even steady his erratic breathing, at this time all he saw was red and the pure juvenile motivation to fuck shit up. Others would say he was young, stupid and angry but in his defence, he would say that it was none of their fucking business. The light cast a shadow on one side of his face as he looked up and it was as if the Virgin Mary herself was looking down and taking pity on the delinquent like she was asking him why he was so hateful.  Beaten up state which showed up on his pale tell tale skin, a scar painted across his cheekbone, one across the bridge of his nose and on the corner of his pouty pink lips. “I didn’t ask to be your mistake or fuck up… In your eyes, I’m a waste of atoms or an outcast and you’ve forsaken me of any happiness or a sliver of peace!” He looks down at his bloody, shaky hands his eyes shed tears of which the porcelain-skinned boy was unaware of, his body started to move as his sobs and cries were carried out through the cold stone walls of the enormous hollow church. He let himself crumble in front of the soft forgiving features of the motherly saint. The storm raged on and so did Yoongi’s cries of disdain and hurt, he ended up lying at the altar whispering words of apology and regret hoping that some forsaken soul like his would come in and just save him.

You sat down up in the royal box of the audience, being the daughter of a mafia boss had its perks given you were a “loose canon” in your family’s eyes but you had to be in the environment your were raised in. But tonight you had a chance to forget about all that shit and just focus on the one thing that actually served as a source of therapy…music, your surroundings consisted of intricate designs on the balconies of the higher tiers, colours of royal reds and golds shine despite of how many years they’ve weathered through. You looked around before the show started seeing how much history was in one room, just as you were beginning to get more intrigued the lights dimmed down and the conductor walked out…with an air of elegance…he held himself with complete confidence and grace you could only compare it to that of a dove almost. He had turned to face the audience with a smile that matched the brightness of the very spotlight that shone on him if not more, his high cheekbones painted a slight hue of pink as he bowed to the audience his jet black hair moved as he did. You had forgotten for that moment what you had come here for and you were brought back to earth as the first chord was struck he moved with the music, and he wasn’t dancing he was simply one with the music each time his hand moved to guide the orchestra the shape of his mouth grew wider almost to the shape of a heart. Each cresendo and dimenuendo didn’t phase you because you too busy looking at the cute conductor, you could’ve sworn you almost got up from your seat. What you couldn’t get over was his vibe…despite being so high up you were effected, in the back of your mind your morals were shouting at you for being so sappy and gaullible but right now you didn’t give a fuck. You held your breath. As each part of the song became more rougher, the conductor became more one with the music with frantic movements but he still managed to keep his cool and calmness which amazed you because he was panting like mad. The song began to slow and come to a close and its like you both took a exhale… you fanned yourself with the programme in your hand and you didn’t realise it but you were crying…why you had no fucking clue. He had finally turned back around, he heaved in air to try calm himself down his bangs slightly disheveled but that changed when he swept a shakey hand through his locks. “I’m Jung Hoseok, thank you all for coming…my team and I worked really hard and it means a lot to see so many people come and enjoy my work so thank you.” You felt like you could hear him talk for an eternity, you silently repeated his name but your morals again screamed at you to wake the fuck up and stop being to sappy. Unfortunately, you didn’t choose to listen.

It happened every time Sukuna would nap, his stomach mouth would awaken like another whole entity itself and start talking to you, somehow sensing your presence every time.

Its voice, deeper than Sukuna’s yet still extremely similar, drawled out slowly. “I have always wondered what you’d taste like, woman.”

Your throat bobs nervously. “Can’t you taste things from both mouths?”

He hummed ‘no’, lip twitching up into a smirk. “Care to appease my wishes? I can already feel you throbbing on my thigh.”

You shift upon Sukuna’s lap, the man himself still deep in sleep. He remained with his eyelids fluttered closed as you slipped off the silk robe you were wearing and discarded your underwear, slowly shuffling up his abdomen until you were hovering over the stomach mouth.

“Don’t leave a starved man waiting,” the stomach growled beneath you, breath touching in between your legs and making your thighs squeeze against either side of his torso.

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself down until the thick tongue pressed flat against your heat, sinking into your slick and licking a long strip fron your hole to your clit. Your nails dig into your husbands skin immediately, lower lip tucked between your teeth to try and quieten your moans.

“Are- are you sure about this?” You ask tentatively, glancing up at Sukuna sleeping soundly.

“Mmm,” the mouth hums in pleasure. “Very sure.”

You writhed and moaned atop him, head tipping back in ecstasy, any remaining sensibility leaving your brain the second the long, thick tongue delved into your hole and ate you out as if you were its last meal and it was the sweetest thing it had ever tasted.

You’d finished twice already when Sukuna grumbled on the bed, hands twitching and eyes flickering, threatening to open and expose you of your current act. The speed at which you pull off his stomach makes the bed shake violently, throwing the discarded robe over your naked body as quickly as possible.

It’s your erratic movements that causes your husband to fully wake, slipping from unconsciousness and blindly reaching for you. You settle down next to him casually. “I’m here, Ryo.”

“Hm,” he grumbles sleepily. “Did you rest?”

You nod. “Mhm.”

“Good.”

There’s a beat of silence as you both settle down to sleep again.

“Liar. I can taste you on my tongue.”

"what's going on over here?" jack sidles over to you and javadi, interrupting your animated conversation. javadi's eyes go wide before she awkwardly stammers, forcing on a smile.

"oh nothing. um, we were just talking about-" she immediately closes her mouth

"the omegaverse." you answer when javadi stops, suddenly embarrassed about telling your attending the topic of your conversation

"the... omegaverse?" he questions with that boyish sideways grin already forming, his arms already crossing over his chest as he waits for an explanation

cw: omegaverse talk, no use of y/n, reader is an r1, awkward flirting, probably ooc but it's silly and funny

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Roy Harper/Reader, 1.5K

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cw: idiots falling in love, Roy is oblivious, reader is patient, gn!reader

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𓃗 - Farmhand Abby, who watches you struggle to gather feed for the animals so she gets up early and sets the hay and feed for the animals near the coops and stables for convenience (she finds it cute when she has to help you but hates to see you hurt)

𓃗 - Farmhand Abby, who hides farm supplies to spend time “looking” for them with you.

𓃗 - Farmhand Abby, who you can’t seem to find for hours comes back with ingredients for a dish you’ve been wanting to make after you only briefly mentioned it.

𓃗 - Farmhand Abby, who groans when you ask her to drive you into town but snatches the keys away when you try to drive the winding, bumpy, old country road all by yourself.

𓃗 - Farmhand Abby, who always pays at the farmers market even when you pout and say you can pay for your own things she smirks and tells you that it’s taken care of.

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the day starts off as they always do. abby stands over the stove, preparing breakfast for you, herself and junie. your daughter sits on her booster seat at the table, her arms and legs too short to reach on the normal seats. crayons spilled over the dining table, paper strewed over the surface, a piece covering a red doodle junie made “accidentally”.

“mornin’, baby,” abby says softly, feeling your presence behind her as you wrap your arms around her white wifepleaser clad torso. your head finds itself against her shoulder, gently inhaling the sweet scents of your morning feast. you place a kiss where your head lays and pull away, turning your attention towards your daughter.

“hi, babygirl. what are you drawing?” you ask, smiling sweetly down at her paper. you attempt to make out what it is, you see three stickmen and a house — your little family. except, the stickman who looks like you the most has a little bump on her belly. you bite back a laugh, pointing at the picture.

“what’s- who’s that, baby? is that mama?” your eyes shut tight, lips inside of your mouth as you attempt to remain serious. junie nods, picking up her paper to show you, proudly.

“uh huh! ‘s my new baby sissy! or brother.. not sure,” junie says, nonchalantly. you hear abby choke on her own breath as she looks over her shoulder at you both.

“you want a new brother or sister, huh?” your wife walks over from the stove and crouches down, reaching eye level with you both, shooting you a look you know all too well. junie nods feverishly, forcing the paper into abby’s hands. ignoring abby’s gaze, you keep your eyes on junie who bats her eyelashes up at you, her eyes flicking between you, abby and the drawing. “my friend at nursery has a baby sister! junie wants, too.” your daughter, annoyingly, has abby’s face, and who are you to say no to that face?!

“i don’t think it’s a bad idea.” you can hear abby’s shit eating grin in her voice, you turn your head the opposite way, knowing full well you’ll fold as soon as you see both of their faces. you land a quick elbow nudge into abby’s side.

“oh, i’m sure. junie, baby. you wanna be a good girl?” you ask, changing the subject. she nods, immediately standing up, off of her seat. “go sit in the living room for me, baby. we’ll eat in there, yeah?” you place a kiss on her head as she runs off, giggling — unaware of what she’s caused.

“i stand by what i said. i don’t think it’s a bad idea at all,” abby laughs, standing you and herself back up as she walks back to the stove to finish breakfast. you land a slap on her ass, pinching it after. “hey! what was that for?” she asks, innocently.

“oh, you know. you’re in for it, later.”

“do you have any names picked out, junie baby?” your wife shouts to your daughter who immediately stands back up to come in.

summary: you bring your elderly neighbor to the ER after a fall, only to be faced with your high school crush - who is hotter, more capable and just as charming. pairing: frank langdon x social worker!reader tags: afab reader, meddling elderly neighbor, just some flirting, vomiting is mentioned but not described, frank langdon was a problem child in high school truthnuke, shen & mel mention, hospital setting, small miscommunication, divorced frank langdon word count: 5.0k notes: frank langdon i love u. one day i'll be able to write a small fic. please reblog if you enjoy!

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The emergency department is not where you thought you’d find yourself at four in the morning. Especially not after you had made such a fuss to your friends about getting home early and going to sleep immediately afterwards.

It had been such a nice night. You had had a nice dinner, ran yourself a hot bath for the first time in ages. Put on a matching pajama set that felt silky on your freshly-shaved legs, curled up beneath a fluffy freshly-cleaned blanket. Sleep had come easily. That is, until the vibrating of your phone woke you up.

Miss Robin had lived in the house next to yours for four decades. As soon as you had inherited the house you now lived in, she had waddled on over, a Tupperware of still-warm cookies in her hands and a bright smile on her face. You had returned the favor by bringing over some leftover lasagna and your friendship had only sprouted further and further.

She was widowed young, her husband passing away from cancer when they were in their forties. Her only son had grown up and moved out, now a lawyer in New York. He was only a six hour drive away, but his job and family seemed to keep him too busy to come and visit his mother. You thought it was bullshit, but Miss Robin had constantly reassured you that her son had reached out enough to keep her happy, so there wasn’t much more to say.

Over time, she had become a close confidant of yours. It was silly, especially with the drastic age difference between the two of you, but she was kind and had wisdom you couldn’t even fathom. It made the lonely nights in your large house just a bit less haunting.

Which is why her voice over the phone, wavering about how she had fallen and she didn’t believe she could get up, had immediately gotten you out of bed. You had slid a baggy hoodie over your pajamas, slid your socked feet into the ugliest pair of sandals you owned, and immediately raced over next door. Luckily, she had given you a key a couple of months ago when she had decided to go on a trip with some friends from her book club, so you were able to barge into her home and find her.

After sending her off in the ambulance, even as she had protested and ensured you that she was fine, you had jumped in your own car and driven to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Ruffled, still donned in the rattiest clothes you own and hair entangled in a rat’s nest, you had been brought back to her room to wait until she got back from a CT, whatever that meant.

Luckily, Miss Robin’s doctor seemed to be nice. A bit ditsy and attached to the coffee in his hand, but competent and kind. She couldn’t stop gushing about how handsome he was, anyway, so there was no time to question his doctor-ing between her trying to play matchmaker.

The clock on the wall now reads seven-thirty in the morning. Three and a half hours of sitting in this room after being woken up and you’re feeling it in every part of you, your elbow perched on the railing of Miss Robin’s bed and your chin in your palm. Every couple moments, your eyelids drift closed without your permission, only to be jerked open again a second later at the beep of the heartrate monitor attached to her finger.

You sit up at the sound of the curtain rustling, squinting at the extra bit of light that streams into the space. All of their rooms had been filled despite the early hour the ambulance had come in, meaning that you and Miss Robin were occupying a make-shift room made up of three curtains and a dream. It was loud, especially with the man on the other side of the curtain retching every few minutes.

How lovely.

“Hello, Miss Sheffield. I’ll be taking over your care from Dr. Shen so he can head home.” A voice hits your ears, perking up for more news. Hopefully, that meant you could leave soon and catch at least a few hours of sleep before work tomorrow. “I’m Dr -”

“Frank?” His name spills out of your lips before you can stop it, shoulders tensing as you sit straight up. 

“Dr. Frank? What a silly name.” Miss Robin muses playfully. You pass her a look and watch as she mimics zipping her lips closed.

Frank Langdon. Dimpled chin, thick eyebrows, blue-eyed Frank Langdon. He realizes who you are the minute you speak his name into the air, lips parting in surprise as his eyes flicker between you and Miss Robin. He’s frozen for only a moment, recovering with a shake of his head.

The corners of his lips tilt up in an almost sheepish smile. “Dr. Langdon.” He gently corrects the older woman as he looks at her. Then, he finds you again. “It’s nice to see you.”

It almost irks you, the professionalism radiating off of him while your heart thuds harder in your chest. You squirm as a blush naturally creeps up on your cheeks, reaching up to run your fingers through your hair. Your fingers snag on a couple of tangles on their way through and you make a mental note to shift into a ponytail as soon as possible.

Miss Robin’s eyes flicker from the both of you as you sit in an awkward staring contest, your words caught in your throat. “Do you two know each other?” she asks.

“Yes.” 

Langdon speaks at the same time as you, although his voice is way less squeakier than yours. He gives you a crooked smile before looking back at the actual patient. “I shouldn’t admit this as your doctor, but I used to get the answers to my math quizzes off of her.” He moves closer to the bed, pulling his stethoscope off of his neck. 

With intense focus, he presses the bell to Miss Robin’s chest, situating the eartips into his ears. He murmurs a quick “breathe deep” as he slides it along her chest and then back. His gaze flickers from where his hand is placed to her vitals, taking mental notes.

You stay quiet as he works, not wanting to interrupt. It was odd, seeing him after all these years. Taller, more muscle curving along his arms from what you could see through his scrubs. His hair had been constantly quiffed up as a teenager, but now it was settled into a mess of a middle part, loose strands falling over his forehead. Just as handsome as you had found him in high school, although manlier. 

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Miss Robin sweetly responds, practically beaming as he gives her a soft laugh. 

You’re not the only one that has been swooned by his charm, it seems.

“I appreciate that.” Frank looks between the two of you as he grabs a tablet off of a cart, gaze constantly moving. “How do you two know each other, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Your throat feels dry as you swallow nervously, clearing it before you speak. “She’s my neighbor,” you answer. 

A loose string at the edge of your hoodie has become the victim of your nervous fidgeting, tugging on it and feeling the sleeve constrict just a bit. “And my friend.” You add, suddenly bashful about your friendship with a woman decades older than you. What if he thought you were a loser who couldn’t make friends your own age?

Robin hums her agreement. “She’s a darling,” she gushes. You pretend to miss the pointed look and smile she flashes at you. “She’s the one who called the ambulance for me today. Ran in there like Superwoman, you should’ve seen her.”

The urge to sink into your baggy hoodie consumes you, but instead you finally snap off the thread and turn it over in your fingers. 

“It’s nice that you have someone to help you out, Miss Sheffield. Although I doubt you need it most of the time.” One eye closes in a quick wink and you’re pretty sure you see a blush on her cheeks. “Now, Dr. Shen briefed me quickly on your case, but I’d like to hear from you what happened this morning.”

Your neighbor gets into a way-too-peppy ramble of everything that led to her fall and happened afterwards, clearly inflating your role in this story. Despite her hyperbolic storytelling, Frank listens intently, nodding in response.

Once she’s done, he gives her a friendly smile. “Alright. Looking at your vitals, you’re looking good. Your heartrate is steady, your blood pressure is stellar, and you look great to me. We are still waiting on your CT results, but I know you two have been here for a while, so I’ll see about getting a rush on them so you can get home before our morning rush.”

You’ve dozed off without closing your eyes as the two talked, eyes hazy as they try to focus on him. You’re brought back by his attention suddenly turning to you, sitting up straight and glancing away for a moment to cover up the fact that you had been staring. Not on purpose, of course.

“Do you want me to show you where you can get some coffee?” He offers, brows raising. That crooked grin blossoms again. “You look like you could use it.”

Miss Robin answers before you do. “She’d love some!” She chirps. 

She looks at you, swatting her hands to shoo you out. “Go. You heard the doc. I’m fine.” Then she gives Langdon a look, one that says “this girl, am I right,” like they’re good chums now.

You must’ve slept through the part where they decided to team up against you.

“Thank you.” You mumble as you stand up, legs stiff from sitting for so long. Curling your arm around your waist, you press your thumb into the small of your back, hoping to ease the dull ache there. 

Frank holds the curtain open for you to step out into the hubbub of the emergency department, shutting it behind you with a swish. His hand curls gently around your bicep to pull you out of the way of an incoming gurney, the touch disappearing as soon as it’s there. “Your back hurt?” he asks.

Taking a look around the sudden busy state of the ER, you shake your head dismissively. “It’s just from sitting down for so long. I’ll be fine.” 

Your next breath comes out as a long exhale as you walk beside him, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you’re a doctor,” you blurt.

“Why? Because I copied off of you in high school?” It’s a tease, but his face doesn’t change much. His hands come up to wrap around his stethoscope, pulling it flush against the back of his neck and letting his elbows swing.

You scoff playfully, shaking your head as you round the nurse’s station with him. A couple pairs of eyes follow the two of you, but you ignore it.  “I didn’t think you’d willingly choose to do more school, is all.”

His shoulders raise in a shrug, releasing his stethoscope to push open a door and duck inside. There’s cabinets lining one wall, a sink and a refrigerator. A table sits in the middle of the room, looking lonely with only four chairs. The rest of the room is bare, off-white walls and all. 

You freeze in the doorway. “Am I supposed to be in here?” you ask. “This looks suspiciously close to a breakroom.”

“Doctor’s lounge,” he corrects. “And you’re VIP. No need to go all the way to the cafeteria when I can just make you a cup here.” The door clicks shut behind the both of you, your shoulders relaxing at the sudden quiet.

Noticing your relaxation, Langdon gives you another soft smile as he steps towards the coffee machine. “Take a seat. Enjoy the quiet while you can.” He nods his head towards the chairs.

Flashing him a grateful smile, you sit down, even if your body still ached from being next to Miss Robin’s bed all night. You balance your chin on the palm of your hand, watching as he places the coffee pot into the machine and presses start. 

“So,” you start, desperate to fill the silence, “how have you been in the last decade?”

His arms cross over his chest as he turns to face you, leaning back against the counter. “You don’t have to say it like that, you know. Makes us sound ancient.” 

“I feel that way,” you volley.

“Fair enough.” 

Another crooked grin. He takes a deep inhale as he shuffles on his feet, looking up at the ceiling as if trying to remember everything that happened. “Well, I went to med school. Chose emergency medicine pretty quickly. I like the rush.”

You nod in response, eyes flickering down as he turns around to gather the coffee pot. 

He carefully pours some into a singular mug as he continues speaking. “I married Abby.” He notes, octave raising as if waiting for your surprise. “We have two kids. Tanner’s four and Penny’s two. I got them a dog, too, which she wasn’t too happy about..”

Slight disappointment blooms in your chest at the idea of him being married. You’re not sure why you’re shocked, however, as Abby and Frank had been connected at the hip when they had started dating in high school. It had broken your little teenage heart to see them together, especially after pining for him all year and hoping that asking for answers would turn into more.

The two kids were definitely a shocker. You tried to imagine the Frank that you had known as a father, reckless and loose-limbed. Did his son have the same charm to him that made him get everything he wanted? Was his daughter as discreetly empathetic?

He gestures to the cream and sugar, in which you snap out of your imagination and nod.

“Abby and I officially divorced a few months ago, though.” He reveals as he pours, tongue darting out to stick between his lips in focus.

You can’t stop the unhinging of your jaw in surprise, his nonchalant tone throwing you off. Langdon looks amused as he sets your coffee mug down in front of you, settling into the seat next to you. 

“Sorry. Uhm, I’m sorry to hear that.” The cup covers your blush as you bring it to your lips, taking a slow sip and trying not to wince at the sting on your tongue. 

He shakes it off with a shake of his head, another strand of hair draping over his forehead. There’s no move to push them away from his eyes.

“It’s okay. It was for the best.” The reassuring smile he gives you doesn’t contradict his statement, so you allow yourself to relax again. After a beat, he speaks again. “What about you? Husband? Wife? Kids? Pets?”

A laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it, fingers tightening around your mug as you shake your head. “God, no. Not even close.” Your tongue runs along your bottom lip to catch a stray drop of coffee, ignoring the way Frank’s eyes flicker downwards at the movement. “I inherited my grandmother’s house here in Pittsburgh when she passed, which is when I moved in next to Miss Robin. Since then, I’ve just been focusing on work.”

“What do you do?” He asks, sounding so genuinely curious that your heart skips one singular beat. 

The good news is that if you end up having a heart attack, there’s a doctor right in front of you. Did they still do mouth-to-mouth these days?

You squirm nervously in your seat, stretching out that one taut muscle in your back. “I’m a mental health social worker. I work at a community health center.”

That seems to sit with him for a moment, an unrecognizable emotion flashing across his face before he settles it. His eyebrows raise as he leans back more, a hand sprawled on the table in front of him. “Really?” he asks. “That means there could be a world where we ended up at a hospital together.”

There goes that heart fluttering again. You press the heel of your palm into the middle of your sternum to try and calm it, reminding yourself that Frank Langdon was just charming, not the prince of Pittsburgh. “What a world that’d be,” is the only response you can think of.

Langdon grins at you again, quiet for a moment. He goes to answer when the door to the doctor’s lounge creaks open, his attention immediately turning. 

“Dr. Langdon? I was wondering if I could get a consult on the toddler in South 15.” A blonde asks tentatively, poking just her head in. Her hair is tied back in a tight braid, thick glasses perched on her nose. She looks at you, eyes widening before looking back at the man across from you. “It can wait.”

His hand raises to stop her from leaving, pressing his palm into the table as he rises to his feet. “No worries, Mel, we were just catching up.” He takes a couple steps until just his fingertips are resting on the wood, looking down at you. “Do you think you’ll be able to find your way back?”

Not wanting to take up anymore of his time, you stand up abruptly, grabbing the cup. “Oh, yeah, no problem.” Your feet carry you towards the sink, ready to toss out the rest of your drink.

Frank’s fingers close around your bicep before you can do so, still sporting a soft grin. “Take it with you. I can grab it when I come to discharge your neighbor.” 

He lets go of your arm before heading towards the door, spinning around and walking backwards when he gets closer to it. His hand reaches behind him to grab it handle, pushing it down and opening without looking. “If you need anything, tell one of the nurses to get me, okay? I’ll be around.”

The door shuts behind him before you can finish saying “thank you,” leaving you stranded in the doctor’s lounge with a lukewarm cup of coffee in your hands.

Once you find your way back to Robin’s makeshift room, after fumbling around for way less time than you thought you would, you’re immediately greeted with a knowing grin.

“What are you smiling at?” You accuse, pinching your eyebrows at her as you hover near the wall. The idea of sitting down again makes every ache pulse.

A girlish giggle leaves her lips. “You have a crush on my doctor.” 

The crochet hook in her hands, produced from her stuffed purse, click against her wedding ring as she loops a green thread of yarn through a black one. Earlier, she had insisted that she was making you a scarf in exchange for helping her out this morning, but right now it just looks like a handkerchief. 

An unattractive snort quickly spills out of you. “I had a crush on your doctor before he was even a doctor. Don’t act like you just figured out the secrets to the universe.” You tilt your chin up at her before pointedly looking at the project in your lap. “Get back to your crocheting, grandma.”

By eight-thirty, you’ve called into work with a lame excuse about how you were sick with some odd stomach bug. Still, the curtain doesn’t peel open until an hour later, Frank’s head popping through first before the rest of his body follows.

“Sorry for the wait,” he apologizes immediately. The muscles in his hand tense as he closes the curtain, the flex not lost on you. “We always get a morning rush from patients who forced themselves to push through their symptoms for the night.” 

Unfortunately, the coffee from earlier hadn’t outweighed the exhaustion that stemmed from sitting in the emergency department longer than you had slept. You’re practically deadweight where you’re slouched against the wall, earning you an apologetic smile that you let yourself sleepily enjoy.

Pointer finger tapping away at a tablet, Langdon speaks without looking up. “Your CT shows no breaks or fractures. Your initial examination when you were brought in shows no signs that we should be worried for internal bleeding or head injury.” He glances up through his eyelashes at Robin, lips pulling into a friendly smile. “I’ll do one more exam just to make sure nothing’s shown up to surprise us, but we should be good to discharge you shortly.”

“God bless,” you grumble beneath your breath. It’s quiet, and meant to be private, however it’s obvious by the huff of a laugh Frank gives you that he heard.

Your focus is basically gone as he examines Robin, fingers gentle along her skin as he checks every spot she had banged and bruised. His hands press into her abdomen to check for sensitivity, those strands hanging in front of his face as he leans over.

You drift off to the sound of him and Miss Robin talking about what she was crocheting, your temple pressed to the cool wall.

An hour later, according to the clock on the wall, you’re roused by a hand on the shoulder. To your surprise, Robin’s standing above you, her other hand on her purse. “Sorry to wake you, but I do need a ride home.”

“Don’t apologize,” you rasp. You press your fingers into your eyes before standing up, jaw falling in a large yawn. “I’ll pull the car around for you.”

Glancing around at the emptiness of the room, the corners of your lips pull down for a moment. “Did I miss Fr - Dr. Langdon?” 

She glances at you knowingly, lips pulled into a reassuring smile. “He hasn’t come back since he did my exam earlier. A nurse brought me the paperwork.” Her pointer finger pokes into your shoulder. “Guess he didn’t have much to come back for since you were asleep.”

You fix her with a grumpy scowl before swatting her hand away, rising to your feet with a soft grunt. “I’m letting you sit here alone next time.”

The older woman’s laugh echoes behind you as you step out from behind the curtain. You duck through the swarms of people that have suddenly flooded the place in the hours you had been there. Blinking through the sleepy haze over your eyes, you move towards the exit, stopped only by the sound of your name.

“Hey! Did Miss Sheffield get her discharge papers?” Langdon’s way too peppy compared to your exhaustion, a bright light in his blue eyes. “I meant to stop by to say goodbye, but then a trauma came in, and then my patient coded.” He trails off, obviously not wanting to bring the mood down.

He shoulders up beside you as you continue walking, an airy swagger to his walk. There’s no move to stop you from walking, just simply joining you in your stroll towards the exit.

“It’s alright,” you assure. “Apparently some nurse brought them by. She’s still in the room while I bring my car around, if you’d like to say goodbye now.”

Frank looks over his shoulder for a moment before back at you, head tilting thoughtfully. “I’ll walk you out first. I can get her situated in a wheelchair while you’re driving.”

Next to you, he’s the picture of nonchalance. Despite the crazy job he has and the lives that are constantly in his hands, there’s not a single wave of nervousness radiating off of him. His shoulders are down away from his ears, his arms swinging at his sides, each step sure.

He’s always been more confident. A chatterbox inside of class, sat next to the quiet students in hopes it’d quell his attention deficiency. The type to toss a wadded up piece of paper into a trash can and holler when it actually goes in, despite only being a few steps away. A loser covered up in a cloak of charm and confidence. 

It’s odd to see it become useful professionally, for him to find the perfect place to turn that energy into something good. If someone had asked you what you thought his life-time career had ended up being before today, you would’ve guessed he had gone into real estate.

“It’s nice to see you again.” You repeat the same words he had said to you earlier, although there’s something gentler. “This job seems to really suit you.”

Frank’s head turns to pass you a grin, eyes flickering around at the emergency department like he’s looking at it in a different light. “I enjoy it,” he admits. “The rush of constantly moving, the ‘helping people’ aspect. There’s been more than a few bad days, but I try to remind myself that the good outweighs the bad.” A smile plays on your lips without you even registering it there, chuckling lightly. “Never thought the day I’d see you serious about anything.” You note with a playful raise of your brow.

His lips part in a puckish gasp. “What? I was focused,” he insists.

“Yeah. Focused on Natalie Jefferson,” you shoot back.

That turns his mock surprise into his signature coprophagous grin, eyes rolling and head rolling with them. “I was not focused on Natalie.” His tongue touches the corner of his mouth for just a moment as he watches you, shifting around the people moving through the halls like it’s a second nature. 

“You totally were!” Your energy has slowly returned, skipping your next step so that you could turn to face him more. “I’d turn around to look at you and you’d be staring directly at her when the board was in front of me. You stole her seat when she got up so that she’d talk to you when she came back.”

A laugh rumbles out of him, shaking his head again. He says your name with an emphasis, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. When he notices your pointed look, he exhales heavily, shoulders falling. “I wasn’t looking at her.”

You groan. “I may have worn glasses, Frank, but I could still see.”

“I wasn’t looking at her,” he insists. After a beat of you giving a blank stare, he tries to push down his smile. “I was looking at you. But then you’d turn around and look at me, so I’d look away. Usually at Natalie, who just happened to be sitting next to you.”

His focus moves to in front of him, giving a passing nurse a friendly smile. “And I’d sit in her seat so I could talk to you better.” Those blues return back to you, calmer and more knowing. “Because I liked talking to you, but could never find a reason.”

For a moment, you just stare at him, eyebrows pinched in confusion. You try to make sense of what he’s telling you, but can’t seem to find what he’s trying to bring up.

Finally, the two of you breach the doorway leading outside, right in front of the crosswalk heading towards the parking lot. His fingers curl around your bicep to stop you, turning you to face him. “Confession time?”

A bit dumbfounded, and definitely stunned by the feel of his hand still on your arm, you dazedly look up at him. Slowly, you nod.

“I didn’t need your answers.” Despite the confession, he keeps his bright grin. The only evidence of his bashfulness is the pink on his cheeks, slowly creeping to the tips of his ears. “I thought you were pretty, so I needed a reason to talk to you. I figured you assumed I was a stupid annoyance, which you were right, so I thought that asking you for answers to homework and tests would be the easiest way to get to know you.”

Frank shuffles on his feet, looking over your shoulder to ensure none of his coworkers were around. “But then nothing ever happened, so I thought you didn’t like me and I tried to move on.”

Your jaw has been dropped for the last couple minutes, taking in everything he was telling you. Disbelief crawls up your body like a hot flash, along with playful annoyance at the way he just keeps fucking smiling at you. Finally, your hand whips out to smack his bicep, scowling at him.

“Frank!” You scold, because you’re not sure what else to do. “I had a crush on you, you idiot! I didn’t talk to you outside of schoolwork because I thought that’s all you wanted to talk to me for! You idiot!”

You slap him again purely because you feel like it, only letting a smile grace your face when he takes a singular step back and laughs. 

After both of you finish laughing at the absurdity of it all, shaking off the remnants of your giggle, he raises his hand to rub it along his clean-shaven. “Wow. Teenage Frank really messed that one up, didn’t he?”

Rather than assure him, you purse your lips, nodding. “He did.” 

He sighs, eyes caught on your face like he’s unable to pull them away. There’s a moment of silence before he speaks again, softer. “Well, can’t repeat that, can I?” He shoves his hands into his pockets, shoulders still low and relaxed. “Can I take you out to dinner sometime?”

“Depends. Are you going to look at another girl every time I try to make eye contact?”

Pairing: Dr. John Shen x Reader

Rating: Mature

Length: 7.2K

Notes: Can I interest you in parentified eldest daughter falling in love with a man with some fucking whimsy

Warnings: Exes to lovers; Whump. Lots of whump; descriptions of Reader being sick multiple times (not super explicit); mentions of pregnancy (but no actual pregnancy); reader is a workaholic; cursing; flashbacks; complicated family dynamics; reader has named sisters - no physical descriptions; canon-typical medical situations; reader's age is unspecified, but she and her sisters are all adults

Summary: John’s hands hook onto the railing of the gurney, his eyes darting to your face every few seconds as your entourage of medical professionals steers you down the hall. 

“So,” He offers, “Fancy seeing you here.” 

And you so don’t want to let him make you smile, but you can’t help yourself. 

“This is a bit much,” He adds as you’re wheeled onto the elevator, “I mean, I told you you could call and you show up at my job instead? I appreciate the effort, but you're coming off a little desperate.”

When you propel yourself out of bed, you’re blindly guided by two things: your instinctual knowledge of where your en suite bathroom is, and your stomach violently rejecting its contents.

you’re stood in the kitchen in sukuna’s hoodie, his worn black one that you stole borrowed as you finish off plating up dinner. you’re talking animatedly about your day as sukuna’s arms rest around your body, his chin resting on your shoulder and strands of spiky pink hair rubbing against your cheek as you speak.

“and in the second season they totally ruined the original plot — can you even believe that?”

he nods imperceptibly in silent confirmation, deep red eyes fixed on your soft hands, on each movement you make as you turn off the stove and pick up one of the plates. despite that, he stays fixed where he is, hands still clasped over the oversized hoodie you’re wearing, the fabric bunched up under his fingers.

you playfully nudged his cheek with your hand.

“ryo, i need to take this to the table.”

“mhmm.”

slowly, reluctantly, sukuna lets go, his hands leaving their spot on your stomach before he makes his way to the kitchen table. you slip into the seat across from him, placing the plates down in front of you and continuing your ramble.

“but anyway, since we’re starting with season one it’ll probably be fine! it’s my favourite series but also i never ended up watching the latest season so—”

you’re cut off by a piece of food held up to your mouth. you glance up to see red eyes boring into yours, features smooth, sukuna’s expression almost bordering stern if you really squint.

you pull your face back just slightly, meeting his almost bored-looking gaze, your lips parted and brows raised.

“…um…ryomen…?”

“eat. it’s getting cold.”

“oh…thank you! but..i can eat by myself too?”

he rolls his eyes, nudging the potato against your lip more insistently before you finally part your lips to accept it.

“..thanks, ryo.”

he mutters something under his breath about how you “can’t remember to take care of yourself on your own” before then gruffly prompting you to continue what you had been saying, occasionally reminding you to eat by putting a forkful of food to your mouth once more.

-

it’s also become a common habit for him to let you pick the movie you both watch each evening. you’re curled up on the sofa as usual, head propped against his shoulder, feet tucked under the blanket as you occasionally lean your head further into the fabric of his hoodie with a teasing grin, as though trying to test how much more you can intrude into his personal space (or by this point his lack thereof) before he finally snaps.

he lets out a tiny grunt, a sound you’d almost mistake for annoyance if it weren’t for the fact that he then leans imperceptibly towards you, lowering his shoulder a little to make it easier for you to rest your head on it without straining your neck.

you smile to yourself at that, sneaking a glance up at your husband’s face, observing the way his jaw is set tight and his eyes are fixed firmly forward in an attempt to avoid your teasing grin. he simply stays staring at the tv ahead, focus fixed on nothing in particular as he waits for you to avert your intent gaze.

after a few moments, he finally gives in to your constant staring, turning to face you before speaking, voice rough with fake-irritation: despite his gruff tone, his words are undeniably laced with the slightest undertone of fondness — almost imperceptible, but there nonetheless.

“are you gonna choose the movie already or not?” he mutters under his breath, voice harsh. despite that, its slight coarseness is undeniably softened a fraction when aimed towards you, making your heart twist a little in fondness.

“yep!” you flick through your options quickly before settling on your favourite cheesy 2000s movie as always.

he lets out a low scoff, unsurprised by the repetitiveness by now but amused regardless, lip curling into a small smirk as he studies the way you’re looking up at him, a bright smile on your face.

“….again? don’t you ever get sick of the same movie all the time?”

when you shake your head insistently, he simply inspects your features — eyes bright and eager, sweetly waiting for him to react — and then sighs, rolling his eyes before propping his arm around your shoulder, quietly accepting defeat. by now, he could probably quote each line word-for-word from rewatching this same movie every single week, but he sighs and fixes his attention on the opening scene nonetheless.

-

and on days when you’re unwell, he’s practically stuck to your side, though he absolutely denies it.

he spends the day basically hovering over you, trying to frame his obvious simmering concern as simple frustration towards your self-neglect.

“drink.” he taps the teacup before bringing it to your lips, eyes narrowing as you cough weakly once more.

“…tastes weird. and it’s too hot.” you stick out your tongue, wincing at the burning sensation. clearly, your husband didn’t think to let the tea cool down before serving you it, too busy and concerned — though he’d absolutely deny that fact if you asked him about it — to wait even a second for it to cool down.

he groans at your words, running a hand through his hair in frustration, spiky strands left messy and unkempt. his shoulders are slumped and his brows are furrowed just slightly, the usual sharp edges of his face blurred into something just a little bit softer. the sight of your usually composed husband — made up of his usual sharp features and his unforgiving scowl — now softened so drastically leaves you stifling a weak half-laugh.

he blows the tea quickly, actions rough and hasty.

“so picky. here, now drink.” once more the teacup meets your lips, him eyeing you wearily as you finally take a small sip.

he also decides not to mention the fact that he specifically looked up specific herbs to help soothe you.

-

20 minutes later, and you’ve practically glued yourself to him. you’re clinging to his arm, leaning into his warmth entirely.

“ryooo,” you whine, the side of your face smushed against his body and your eyes pressed shut. “i’m so cold!”

“…two seconds ago you said you were hot.”

he sits up, trying to escape your tight grasp on his arm to go retrieve the sweater and blanket he only just helped you take off, but instead you shake your head, your grip tightening impossibly more on his arm.

“no wait…don’t go.”

“so what do you want me to do?”

“…um…” you unweave your arms from his, pulling back and blinking with hazy eyes to try to make out his face through the blur of thick exhaustion. with much effort, you pry open his crossed arms, outstretching them for him before allowing yourself to slip into his grasp.

he pauses, momentarily stunned before letting a tiny, barely-visible smirk form on his face, his head lowering to press a quick kiss to the top of your hair whilst your face is pressed against his chest. it’s quick, barely there, as though he’s half-hoping it won’t be noticeable, hidden by the hazy state you’re in from your sickness and the dim lighting of the room around him. now, his actions are quieter, rawer in a way you don’t normally see from sukuna. his hand remains firmly fixed on the back of your head, keeping your face buried against his chest as though to prevent you from pulling back and seeing him in such a sappy state. what he doesn’t realise is that you’re already smiling into the fabric of his hoodie at his failed attempt at hiding his affection.

he stays like that for a few moments, as though contemplating what to say or do. his free hand, the one that isn’t currently burying your face into his hoodie, has absentmindedly stilled on your back, and he studies the way you’re curled up in his arms for a second before murmuring fondly.

“…brat. always getting what you want.”

when you finally weave your way out of his grasp just slightly and glance up at his face once more, you find that his gaze is averted once more, lips pressed tight and brows furrowed into a stoic, unimpressed expression.

you decide not to push for an answer, but you smile to yourself imperceptibly as you feel his grasp on you tighten just a fraction more.

author’s notes: thank you to the anon who requested a sukuna fic here, this is for you!! i chose to write about modern-day sukuna for the req i’m not sure if that’s what you wanted though!! btw i hope this isn’t too ooc and i’m sorry if it is!! taglist (thank you!!!): @nonchalantfiend @mayegasm @mochiakun @rielovesphel @yujismissingfingers @megumigooner @vanillaascented @megumisrighttoe @catgvrl @dreamydaredevil @mariisagb @renrenrenren17 @bowiesprettieststar2 @733164 @palanggaaa @megssleepygirl @rengoatku @yujisdreamgirl @hangenism @nonamedreams @auryyymarix + join!

sukuna always fixing your clothes when you're out.

pulling your top up with a big unapologetic hand when it dips too low, giving a generous view of your breasts.

pulling your skirt down and coming to stand behind you when you bend over carelessly, almost flashing everyone around you.

you can certainly wear whatever you want, he doesn't control you, but there are limits.

"you tryna give everyone a free show or something?"

you smile up at him, carefree, tilting your head all cute. "you'd never let that happen, baby."

"tch." he rolls his eyes playfully, trying to hide his smirk as he slides his arm around your waist, pride filling his chest as he scans the room, sure to scare anyone off that looks at you for too long.

"damn right."

it’s a normal day. you’re with your boyfriend, as usual, except he’s acting a little odd. not quite meeting your gaze, dark eyes staring at your lips.

“what’s wrong?” you look up from the ice cream he had offered you a minute ago. “something on my face?”

“yeah,” he murmurs. “i’ll get it for you.”

and you expected him to maybe wipe your cheek with a napkin, or his thumb. anything but for him to lick a drop of melted mint chocolate ice cream off the corner of your lip. you blink as his cold tongue runs over you, sending a shiver down your body.

wait, cold? but he didn’t eat any-

“hey!” you squeak. “what’re you-“

the audacity of him to smirk at you as he tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. flustered, you freeze, unsure of what he’s planning. 

and then his lips meet yours and you gasp. the feeling was new: sharp, metallic, and utterly devastating.

he pulls back suddenly, breaking the kiss. 

“wha…how?” you stutter. he sticks out his tongue at you. oh. you see it then, the silvery ball in between his tongue. the fucker got a tongue piercing behind your back.

“you like?” your boyfriend grins wide. 

instead of answering, you kiss him again. 

—ITOSHI RIN, itoshi sae, michael kaiser (bllk), gojo satoru, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, ryomen sukuna (jjk), SASUKE UCHIHA, gaara (naruto), tartaglia, KAZUHA, wriothesley (genshin) + your favs!

Pairing: Unckuna x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Married Couple, Jealous Sukuna, Soft Sukuna, Teasing, Play Fighting, Embarrassed Sukuna, Yuji is Spoiled Rotten, Family Dynamics, Kissing, Suggestive Themes, Light Sexual Tension, “Good Boy” Allegations, Possessive Sukuna, Sukuna Gets Bullied, Baby Talk, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Comedy, Mildly Suggestive Ending

Synopsis: Sukuna gets jealous of a toddler, gets babied against his will, and accidentally humiliates himself in front of his brother. Yuji enjoys every second of it.

“Who’s my good baby?” you coo, smiling as you hold little Yuji on your lap like he’s still tiny enough to fit in one arm.

“Me!” Yuji shouts immediately, throwing both of his hands into the air with the biggest grin on his face, proud and excited like he’d been waiting for that exact question all day.

You laugh softly. “Yes, you are.”

You attack his cheeks and neck with kisses, holding him so tightly it borders on excessive. Yuji squirms in your arms, giggling uncontrollably as he tries to hide from the kisses behind his tiny hands, his face turning red from laughing so hard.

“Stohooop—!” he squeals between breaths.

“No. Never,” you say dramatically before kissing his forehead again.

From the other side of the couch, Sukuna watches the entire thing with his usual irritated expression, one arm stretched across the backrest while his fingers tap impatiently against the sofa cushion.

For the last thirty minutes, it’s been nothing but you and Yuji laughing, cuddling, talking nonsense, and completely ignoring him.

You were at Jin’s house for dinner while Jin prepared the grill outside in the yard.

Unfortunately for Sukuna, the moment you stepped into the house, all your attention immediately went to Yuji.

“He’s not a baby anymore,” Sukuna mutters dryly, finally interrupting the laughter. “Stop saying that. You’re gonna turn him into even more of a crybaby.”

The room instantly goes quiet.

“Remind me again how this happened?”

You stifled your laugh as you blinked up at a very pouty, very red Satoru.

“Don't laugh at me.” He grumbled as he waddled over to you, carefully sitting himself down on the edge of the bathtub in front of you. In your hands was a tube of aloe vera gel, ready to soothe your husband's sunburnt skin. Satoru let out a long sigh before explaining himself, “You see, Nanami went to Malaysia and he got a nice tan, and Suguru is always tan I mean have you seen his complexion? It's like he lives under the sun!”

You sighed in response, shaking your head as you lathered up some of the gel in your hands. “That doesn't explain why you look like a dried-up lobster.”

“Hey!”

“A crispy one, too.” Satoru pouted, crossing his arms — hissing at the contact and ultimately unfolding them again. “That is just cruel.”

“Anyway, sweets —” he continued as you began to soothe the gel over his arms, “— I wanted to get my tan in too. But apparently I can't tan, or maybe I put too much tanning lotion on.” He pondered for a few seconds, bringing his hand to his face to lean into his palm before flinching away with a small ‘ow!’

“Hold still you idiot, let me apply the gel and move your blindfold up.” You scolded him, hands reaching to soothe the aloe over his face next. “No! You're going to rub it in too hard — it'll hurt!” He recoiled as if you were holding an axe.

“Don't be a baby Toru, and I told you to move the blindfold.”

Satoru fiddled with his fingers for a few seconds, anxiously biting his lip. You were about to rip the blindfold off of him but then he finally began to peel the black fabric back into his hairline slowly.

“Oh my god.”

He tried to turn away but you stopped him. Satoru’s eye area was completely safe from any sunburn — which was good — but he was left with what would turn into a very ridiculous tan line. “Oh my goodness, Toru, what on earth have you done?” You heaved with laughter, arm clutching your stomach as you doubled over.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.” He rolled his bright blue eyes, milky hair falling over his eyes as he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You just look so funny.” He gasped dramatically at your words, hand clutching his chest — and flinching at the burn — as if he were about to have a heart attack. “Gah! How could you say that to me? Especially in my injured state.”

You began to massage the gel into his neck and chest making sure not to press too hard into his skin. Satoru continued sulking and jerking at your touch, claiming you were ‘being too rough with his delicate skin.’ You could only scoff at him in return.

“Hey, how did the UV even get past your infinity, don't tell me you've turned it off.”

Your husband flashed you a sheepish grin, bright eyes sparkling under the fluorescent bathroom light. You landed a light smack to his shoulder causing him to wince in pain, “Hey! God forbid a guy wants to catch some rays.” You groaned at his words, “Never say that again, I will divorce you.” He only hummed in response, nuzzling himself further into your touch.

“You love me really.” You scoffed at him, soothing another layer of aloe across his arms.

“Unfortunately, I do.”

imagine doing that tiktok trend with yuji where you set your phone up, run as fast as you can like your life depends on it, and see how long it takes for your boyfriend to catch you.

and when you explain it to him he just shrugs with a gentle little smile and says, “sure, babe. sounds fun.” because your sweet boy would do anything you ask him to.

so with your phone propped up, you quickly hit the record button, then break into a sprint while yuji waits with his hands in his pockets, watching you closely and counting to ten like you told him to.

and you keep count in your head, too. to make sure he’s not cheating of course.

but it’s something about seeing you run from him that entices him in a way he doesn’t expect. makes a delicious anticipation bubble inside him, makes his jaw clench. his lips take to a smirk once he realizes that’s what you wanted, and then he takes a breath.

“ten.”

he takes off immediately, a little dirt kicked up in his absence from how powerfully his foot launched him into motion.

and you’re a mess of giggles as you run, heart beating against your ribcage because you know it won’t be long. you don’t bother looking back, you know you can’t outrun him.

you haven’t even blinked twice when a pair of strong arms snake themselves around your middle and he’s got you caged in the air with a low grunt, your backside pressed against his chest, feet kicking and flailing as you squeal between laughter for him to let you go. his hold only tightens further, biceps flexing with a little more effort when you squirm. his hands are locked on his forearms that bind you to him, ensuring you won’t be going anywhere.

you can feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat, the heat of his body and it makes you pull your bottom lip under your teeth. there’s no need to wonder if this excited him as much as it did you, because you can feel it.

it’s exhilarating, to say the least. you’re completely out of breath, and just as you expected, he’d barely even made an effort.

the sharp of yuji’s canines gently nip at the shell of your ear to make your breath catch in that way he likes, his voice low and smoldering, yet sending a shiver down your spine when he whispers,

“got ya.”

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cw: slight ooc 'n nsfw, yujimegumiyutatoge are all aged up.

ft. itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, suguru geto, sukuna ryomen, choso kamo, mahito, and hiromi higuruma.

itadori yuji

megumi fushiguro

yuta okkotsu

toge inumaki

satoru gojo

kento nanami

sukuna ryomen

choso kamo

mahito

toji fushiguro

suguru geto

hiromi higuruma