#but then i tried t for trust in the last one and forgot to change it back when i was saving so there ya go--

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Be still, my foolish heart.

Pairing/Au: Soft single dad!Joel Miller x Curvy f!reader, no outbreak

Words count: 8816 (I know, I’m sorry 💀)

Rating: +18, MDNI, NSFW

Summary: A meet cute at the clinic where you work leads to finding the best date you could ask for… our one and only Joel Miller.

Warnings: pov second person, no use of y/n, meet cute, a little bit of a slow burn, reader is curvy, has breasts and vagina and wears a dress, apart from that no other specific description is given, age gap (reader is 35, Joel is 46), Joel is a single dad and he is soft (what can I say, I’m a sucker for a soft Joel okay), reader doesn’t trust Joel immediately and she thinks he might be dangerous (he’s not, he’s cutest), Sarah is alive and well and she’s mentioned multiple times, mention of Tommy, Joel is a contractor, unprotected p in v (wrap it up IRL, folks!), pussy pronouns, mention of use of oral contraceptives (reader is on the pill), fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), dirty talks, elderly people being fragile and sick, slight mention of Joel’s prescriptions including antidepressant (game Joel took it so I put it in there), I know that prescribing medicine doesn't exactly work like that in America (not even in Italy for that matter) but allow me a poetic license (😂), reader has insecurities about her body, mention of bullying and previous toxic relationships that reader has been subjected to, internal reader’s voice inserts, pet names (pretty lady, good girl, honey, sunshine, baby, babe, angel), squirting (not specifically mentioned but still), Joel is feral and reader too.

I don't think I forgot anything but if I notice it I'll add it right away.

I made a mood board for the first time in my life, I know it's not great but I tried 💀 English is not my first language so please be gentle (I also have Covid at the moment… yeah, it’s 2024 and I caught it for the third time, lucky me), I hope there aren't too many mistakes, no beta so it's all my fault LOL, no proofreading. Title is an Hozier quote. Of course, because I love this man.

Oh sh*t, here’s what I was forgetting: the mirror scene is inspired by Polin (yep, it was a great scene ❤️) but I think I personalized and changed it enough to make it just Joel and reader's, at least I hope.

(Reader works in a clinic because I do this job so yes, she has this thing in common with me besides being curvy. Every time I write a curvy reader is so personal to me)

I might write something else about these two if you like, I really love this pairing and I hope I’m not the only one, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks to anyone who will read this 💐

You are at your desk, absorbed in an email you are writing to a patient who is asking for prescriptions for medicines. The clinic is empty and quiet and this doesn’t happen often so you’re trying to keep up with emails and messages and phone calls that you have received in the last hour.

Suddenly the door opens and a man enters the clinic, at first you don't even look at him, you just say "Good morning" and continue typing.

He clears his throat and says “good morning” and stops in front of you, on the other side of the desk. He’s clearly waiting for you to shift your attention to him so you turn and look at him. For a moment you’re speechless. He’s a gorgeous man.

Tall and broad, dark hair slightly streaked with silver, strong aquiline nose, beard and mustache framing a pair of plump lips, perfectly designed jawline and neck.

Stunning.

You didn’t expect anyone like this ‘cause really, the doctor you work for has hundreds of elderly patients or families with children and you have never been interested in married men, you don’t even look at them but anyway, you never saw a single person that was attractive to you in this place before.

You smile politely as you ask “do you need anything?” and you want to sink into your seat because you don't even have makeup on and you're wearing the first things you found in the closet this morning. An old pair of jeans and a black top.

“Yes please, I need some prescriptions. I just changed doctor because my previous one is now retired. I always sent an email to his secretary but this is the first time I've asked for my prescriptions here so I thought I'd stop by in person especially since I was in the area. I’m working in the building next door”

Bingo.

That’s why you never saw him.

You quickly look at his hand on the desk for a ring and it’s not there.

His hands are gorgeous though, big strong working and experienced hands.

“Sure, can you tell me your name please?” you ask trying to keep your tone professional while being excited to know more about him.

“Joel Miller” he says and you find the way his tongue rolls up to pronounce the r at the end so delicious it’s almost embarrassing.

For a moment you're almost afraid he might hear your thoughts.

You turn back to the computer typing in his name and a moment later his medical records appear.

46 years old, born in late September, he lives in Austin. You look at his prescriptions and notice a reflux medication, another for high blood pressure, and an antidepressant.

Oh.

What happened to him?

“Well, Mister Miller, what do you need today?”

“You don’t have to call me Mister Miller, even if you’re younger than me I think?”

You look down in bewilderment, not expecting much familiarity from him since it’s the first time you’ve seen him but you answer anyway “Yes, actually. I’m 35”

“So you can call me Joel” he says with a smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth and hopeful eyes of someone who asks not to make him feel old.

“Of course I can” you hurry to answer “So… Joel, what do you need today?”

He gives you a grateful look and replies, “I don’t remember what it’s called but… my medicine for high blood pressure.”

“Oh yes, this one” you nod and proceed to prepare it, “just a moment, Mr Miller… uhm I meant Joel, I need to get the doctor to sign it,” you tell him as the printer gurgles, spitting out the prescription paper.

You stand up from your chair, feeling your legs a little unsteady, and once you’re in front of him his height impresses you even more. He’s imposing, you’re a curvy girl and yet you feel so tiny in front of him.

You notice that he looks you up and down and seems pleased, his eyes reflecting an approval that makes you very satisfied.

You move quickly to the doctor's office, enter apologizing and have him sign the prescription. When you leave you find him standing in front of your desk waiting, he looks at you again and you notice a certain sparkle in his eyes.

"Here you go" you say and hand him the prescription.

You feel his fingers lightly brush yours and a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

“Thank you,” he smiles at you, “you are very kind.”

“No problem, have a good day,” and you approach the desk to sit down again. You see him hesitate for a moment, as if he wanted to add something.

“Do you need anything else?” You ask curiously and a part of you really hopes that he will ask you for your phone number or if you want to go get a drink after work.

“Oh no, no thanks, see you next time”

His gaze drops to the floor as he says this, as if he's embarrassed, which you like because it feels like you're not the only one in the room who's been pleasantly shaken up by this encounter.

He puts his hand on the door handle and turns once more, smiling shyly.

You smile back feeling a sense of tenderness so premature that you wonder if you're losing your mind.

You go back to work but all you think about is him, you want to know more.

You enter his name again in the search bar and reopen his folder. Joel Miller. You wonder who he really is and what he does but apart from his pathologies and his date of birth you don't find much else about him. His address is there but you certainly won't use it for unorthodox purposes such as accidentally ending up in his neighborhood, you would pass for a stalker as well as a very unprofessional secretary.

Nothing stops you from noticing that he lives in a very quiet residential neighborhood though.

Will he be married? There are men who do not wear a wedding ring so it might not be safe to rely only on the fact of not having seen it.

You hesitate a bit before doing so because you already feel awkward enough for someone you've only seen once but in the end you type his address in the search bar to see if other people who live with him in the same house appear, usually families tend to have the same doctor for convenience.

You hold your breath as you stare at the white screen waiting and after a few seconds a result appears.

Sarah Miller.

“There I knew it, he’s married” you think, huffing and shrugging, but then you look better and realize that this Sarah is 14 years old. “So… he has a daughter”

No one else showed up in the results so you assume he is not married but he may have been and then got divorced. Unless his wife chose another doctor but that seems very strange to you.

You contemplate trying to Google his name but then decide it's best to wait until you get home, you can't use the work computer for personal stuff.

You sigh and go back to your work, completing your search just a second before the doctor comes out and asks you if you have any urgent messages.

Today everything is strangely quiet though, even if you wasted time looking for information on Joel you finish all the work, not without thinking about him at least once an hour. You feel silly, you shouldn’t have any kind of thought about someone you don’t know and with whom you have only exchanged a few words, the fact that he seemed interested and that he was about to ask something while he was about to leave could also be false projections that you have made in your head. And yet…once home, after taking a shower and putting on clean pajamas, you throw yourself on the sofa nibbling on a sandwich and open your laptop.

You open Google and type his name and the first result that comes up is “Miller - construction company”

It could be him, now that you think about it he mentioned he was working on the building next door which is in fact under construction.

You scroll down to the bottom of the page where the owners are listed and you see two names, Joel and Tommy Miller. You assume that Tommy is his brother. You go back to the Google page for a moment and check if there are any namesakes but no one else in the city has the same name. And just like that, you know what he does.

You don’t think you can do anything with this information, you live in a new apartment and everything is in perfect working order so you just have to wait. Before leaving he said “see you next time”, so now you find yourself wondering when the next time will be. Probably in a month, when he will need a new prescription.

Such a long time. But maybe this will help you, you tell yourself. It's just a passing thing, you tell yourself. You can't be so foolish as to project your fantasies onto him. You decide that this is okay, you'll just get over it.

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After a week you almost got Joel out of your mind. You worked quietly, met the usual old people who came to the clinic to be examined, no sign of him. You'd be lying if you didn't think about it anymore but you stopped yourself from doing something foolish like contacting him for a fake construction job to try to meet him.

You are preparing some prescriptions when the doctor comes out of the office and asks if you could please take some medicine to the home of a very elderly patient. It is something you usually do not do but the caregiver cannot leave her alone and her son is away for work all week so she had no choice but asking you to do that. It will take up extra time because you will have to go to the pharmacy and then to her house, the doctor offers to pay you overtime but you know the lady and say that it is not a problem, you can do it without compensation.

Of course you can do that for Rose.

When she was better and could move around quite independently you often talked when she came to the clinic, she immediately took a liking to you and treated you like a niece, she would bring you gifts, vegetables from her garden, other times sweets cooked by her.

She is a dear lady, you are happy to be able to do her a favor.

At 5:00 you leave the office and head to the pharmacy, pick up her prescriptions, and get back in the car to drive to her neighborhood.

Rose lives in a nice street with many rather large houses, well-kept gardens and white picket fences.

You knock on the door and Georgia, the caregiver hired by Rose's family to assist her, opens it.

You already know her, she has accompanied Rose to the clinic many times but lately her health has worsened a lot and she can no longer leave the house.

“Hi, Georgia! I I brought Rose’s medicines”

“Hey! How long has it been since we saw each other? Come in!” She says with a big smile.

Georgia is a very sweet person and a great professional, she has taken great care of Rose all these years. She is a qualified nurse and the granddaughter of a long time friend of Rose. Georgia had moved to Texas from Arkansas to attend college and since then she had always lived at her grandmother's house, who lived a few miles from Rose's house.

She took the job because she loved her and when her grandmother passed away Rose was very close to her.

Georgia offers you a coffee and some chocolate cookies she has prepared, which you gladly accept.

You chat a little while Rose is resting and then when it's time to wake her up to take her evening medicine you accompany Georgia to her room to say goodbye to Rose.

She is lying motionless in a bed, now forced to ask Georgia for help with everything, she is almost 85 years old now and you are so sorry to see her like this. Until a few years ago she was an energetic, witty woman, with lots of hobbies, she loved reading, gardening, cooking and going to the movies. Now she was a ghost of herself. And the worst thing was probably that her mind was still working, so she realized what was happening to her and this made her even sadder and more helpless. Her body did not respond, while her mind understood everything.

She recognizes you right away and greets you so sweetly with her now faint voice. It breaks your heart to see her like this.

She asks you for a hug and you put your arms around her little shoulders, holding her gently. She's always been good to you, she doesn't deserve this.

You leave the room, wiping away a tear, without letting Rose see you, and say goodbye to Georgia, promising to come back and visit them soon.

You stand in the driveway feeling helpless for a moment, you would like to do so much more. Some patients have become like an extended family to you, you have known them for years and seeing some of them fold in on themselves, increasingly frail and elderly is so bad.

You look up and see a black pickup truck driving down the road. There’s a man in it and he looks familiar. He pulls into the driveway two houses down and gets out. And oh, shit.

It’s Joel.

Joel Miller.

He lives in the same neighborhood as Rose and you didn’t even registered that in your mind before.

You don't know what to do, whether to get in the car and drive away pretending nothing happened or take the opportunity and go say hello to him.

It seems silly to say hello to someone you've only seen once, no matter how attractive they are. You walk to your car, rummaging through your bag for your keys.

You're about to curse because never once do you find something in your bag, it doesn't even matter what it is. Big bag? You find nothing. Small bag? You find nothing either.

Your eyes move for a moment to the asphalt and you see two boots approaching, you look up again and you see two legs wrapped in dark jeans streaked with paint and of course to those legs is attached the rest of Joel Miller's wonderful body.

Your eyes widen and you watch him stop in front of you, beautiful as a God. Even more beautiful than the first time you saw him.

“Hi! I saw you across the street and I was pretty sure it was you. I almost made a fool of myself, but hey, I was right!”

You lose your words, it's as if they've slipped out of your brain and melted at your feet.

At least you solved a dilemma, he greeted you first.

“Hi” you say shyly.

This doesn't make you any less nervous, you were trying to sneak out of this neighborhood unnoticed and you could say that he ruined everything and you don't know him well enough to know whether to be grateful or keep running away pretending to be very busy.

He has a daughter, a respectable job, a brother, lives in a nice neighborhood, and seems to lead a regular life. Is that enough to trust these days? Probably not.

This dude can be anyone, a serial killer, a criminal, a drug dealer, a thief, whatever.

How do you know he doesn't sleep with a gun on his nightstand or keep dead bodies in his basement?

Trust no one, is something you learned from a very early age and you always stood by it, safety first.

Have you been wanting to see him again for a whole week? Yes.

Did you just realize that you know nothing and that you might be risking something? This too.

“Can I ask why you’re here?” He asks, running his hand through his curls in a way that drives you instantly wild.

God, why is he so gorgeous, this doesn’t help at all.

You can always run to Rose and call the police if he suggests something strange and you’re in the middle of the street in broad daylight so you decide to take the risk and say the truth

“I came to deliver medicines to a lady who lives here” you reply, acting like he doesn’t have any kind of effect on you.

“Oh, so this is something you do? I didn’t know that”

“No, not regularly. I actually did it because it’s Rose, you know. She’s an adorable old lady”

He nods as if he knows exactly what you're talking about and actually says, "Sure, Rose. I know her. She used to babysit my daughter many years ago."

Okay, those are some great credentials. So maybe you can trust Joel Miller? Isn't he a lunatic homicidal? Maybe not.

Obviously you pretend you don’t know anything about Sarah and ask, “Oh really? You have a daughter?” raising your voice in surprise for a better result.

“Yeah I do. She's 14 years old and she's already giving me a hard time, she’s so smart and responsible that she’s basically parenting me” he shrugs while a little smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. You can see in his eyes how proud he is of her.

You giggle “well, she sounds so cool, I do love a tough girl.”

“Oh, she’s definitely your girl then”

You smile and think that after all, yes, Joel probably doesn't have any horrible skeletons in his closet.

And again he falls silent and looks uncertain and embarrassed, he lowers his eyes and then asks you, “You know, I’m going to be working in the building next to where you work for a little while longer, so I was wondering if you’d like to have a coffee with me sometime?”

It’s like every word is bouncing around in your head as you think about what to say. Would you like to get to know him better? The answer in the end is, “Yes, I would like to, thank you” you feel your face heat up as you say it.

Joel shifts his weight from one leg to the other as he looks at you, he seems nervous, excited but above all happy.

“I’m glad you accepted. So…what do you think about tomorrow?”

“Okay, I have lunch break from 12 to 2, is 1 okay for you?”

You see his face light up “sure that’s fine. See you tomorrow then”

For a moment he raises his arm as if he wants to come closer and touch you, but then he immediately lets it slide down his side.

Gentleman, you note in your head.

It is not yet the time for such confidence, but secretly you hope that it will come soon.

You say goodbye to him and get back in the car and you see him waving at you in the rearview mirror.

“God, Joel Miller, I already know you’re going to be a threat for me. In the best sense of the word.”

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In the weeks that follow, you and Joel share a lot of coffees. Every day he waits for you outside the clinic at 1:00 sharp, you go to the corner café and chat for an hour before returning to work. He tells you a lot of things about himself and his life which you adore listening about.

He also confides in you that he was in therapy and had to use antidepressants for a period of time, when Sarah's mother abandoned them. You completely understand.

And the more you talk to him the more you get convinced that he’s a great person, you don’t have any doubt about that.

He never fails to compliment you, on your clothes, on your hair, on your eyes, on your nail polish.

He laughingly admits that the compliment about the nail polish was Sarah’s suggestion. “Dad, she told me, girls like it when you notice details.”

You laugh out loud and nod. “She’s right. And you’re right, too, you have a very smart daughter.”

He shrugs “I know,” and then adds. “It’s been so long since I’ve dated anyone, I don’t even remember how to do it anymore.” You lean slightly across the table and whisper. “Well, I think you’re doing great.” And it’s true. You feel spoiled like a queen.

He gives you a mischievous smile “oh yeah?”

“Yes, definitely” And you want to kiss him right there, in that crowded café.

Yet a voice inside you still can’t understand how someone like him, who could have all the women he wants, is inviting you, a curvy girl.

You shouldn’t, but you still have those latent insecurities from when you were 15 and boys in your class made fun of you. Somewhere inside you there is still that fragile and wounded teenager who thinks it’s impossible that someone could truly love you. Or even just desire you.

And you hate it, because Joel has done nothing but show you how much he enjoys spending time with you. And his compliments have always sounded sincere, his eyes are, they send you a reassuring image, full of admiration. He seems truly interested in you.

You're still in this internal monologue where you curse yourself for being like this when he asks you, "Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?"

Oh. He did it. He took the next step.

With your heart pounding in your chest and your mouth unable to help but curl into a smile you answer “yes!” a little too loudly.

You put a hand over your mouth as he looks at you amused “well, I’m glad you’re so excited about the idea. Should I pick you up at 8?”

“Yes, that sounds perfect” you reply, quietly this time but with a little firecracker in your chest that keeps banging where your heart is.

You finish your coffee and go out and he asks for your address which he writes down on his phone. You try to say that there is no need for him to bother but he insists on picking you up.

“Do you like Italian food?”

“I love it”

“Good, see you tonight” and this time his hand wraps around your arm and squeezes lightly as he leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

You return to the clinic feeling like you're walking on clouds.

You come home after working as hard as you can while still feeling anxious and completely unsure of what to wear. You know you didn't do anything wrong and that's a relief because you certainly can't mess up your patients' medications.

You jump in the shower, mentally going over everything in your closet. You decide to exclude any black dress because no, simply no. It's a special day and you want to wear a color. Maybe the green dress? No, green doesn't suit you, you don't even know why you bought it. Maybe the red one? But that one is very low-cut and you've rarely felt good enough to wear it. Maybe the blue one? The blue one is low-cut, but not too low-cut, it hugs you in the right way, it doesn't highlight what you don't want. Yes, maybe it's the right choice.

You hum in the shower as you wash your hair, satisfied with your decision.

You come out feeling invincible. Joel Miller has asked you to dinner. It’s been years since anyone has asked you out. You didn’t like the ones who did, and God only knows how much you miss good sex. Someone who touches you just right. Someone who makes you sigh and whimper and feel alive in his arms.

Someone who kisses you and leaves you breathless and doesn't hesitate to make you feel simply amazing as he goes down between your thighs.

Joel seems to have all the makings and miraculously seems eager to give you exactly that.

You slip into the dress and look at yourself in the mirror. You like the image it reflects. To hell with those stupid kids who always gave you shit and made you feel horrible.

You're going out to dinner with Joel Miller tonight.

Joel fucking Miller who in the high school categorization is the equivalent of the football quarterback.

The High School Prom King.

God, that makes you feel so good.

He rings the doorbell at 8:00 sharp, just as you’ve finished putting on your favorite lipstick. You take a deep breath as you go to open the door, placing your hand on the handle, and mentally preparing yourself for what you’ll find on the other side.

Finally you open it and he’s perfect. He looks like a painting framed by your door.

You stifle a scream with all your strength and say “hello” to him in a high pitched voice.

Goddamn you.

He doesn't even seem to notice. “So, miss, are you ready?”

“Sure, thank you.”

You grab your bag from the hall table and walk out with him. He takes your hand as he walks you to his pick up truck, opens the door and helps you get in.

Once in the driver's seat he turns to you and says "you look incredible tonight"

And you're about to say that after all you could skip dinner, who cares, instead you could go to your room and fuck. But you decide to behave as well as him, this man has a daughter to take care of and it seems like he's not looking for a one night stand judging by how many coffees he's offered you and how much he's put in to get to know you, so much so that by the second time he could order for you with his eyes closed, so you just say “you too” with the biggest smile widening on your face.

And oh, it's so true. He left aside the flannel shirts and the worn jeans and with them he was already the most attractive man who had ever caught your eye.

He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a beige shirt that hugs his strong biceps. You can glimpse his soft tummy as he drives, the last button before his belt tightening in a delicious way, his meaty thighs wrapped in those jeans are mouth watering.

The work he does makes him muscular in all the right places.

The car stops in front of the restaurant and he opens the door for you again. He lets you enter the restaurant first, he addresses the waitress politely and they place you at the best table in the restaurant. You are impressed, he did all this for you.

The evening passes pleasantly, you talk a lot and chat about everything, by now there is a familiarity between you that you have built over the weeks, you feel safe and comfortable with him. Finally. After so many failed and wrong relationships you feel like you have found someone right. Joel is not ashamed of you, he doesn't try to change you, he doesn't comment on your weight, he is truly a breath of fresh air.

And you see the way he looks at you, enraptured. His eyes sparkle as he talks to you and listens to you. He listens to what you have to say and never makes inappropriate comments.

You both have a sense of humor and you like that, you manage not to take yourself too seriously and laugh together. Which is hot. Extremely hot. Every time you see that dimple on his cheek pop up, your knees buckle and your heart melts. He’s so adorable.

You also like the fact that he talks to you about Sarah, it makes you feel involved in his life, it seems like he doesn't try to keep you separate from it.

“Sarah is at a sleepover at one of her friends. So…would you like to stay over tonight?” he says it looking you straight in the eye and you already know what it means.

It’s the night.

The big night.

After all, you felt it and put on your favorite lingerie.

“Sure I want to,” you reply, taking his hand across the table and squeezing it. His hands big and strong…you can’t wait to feel them all over your body.

He insists on paying the bill despite your protests, you walk out of the restaurant and toward the truck when Joel grabs your waist and presses you against the door. He’s an inch from your lips, you can feel his warm breath on your skin.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What if I say no?” you tease him with a mischievous smile.

His body is completely on top of yours and the truth is that you can already feel your panties getting wet.

“I would quit, but it wouldn’t be easy so I hope you’ll reconsider”

You giggle “okay” and you feel his hands tighten on your hips.

He presses his lips against yours and it's a sloppy, needy kiss, urgent, all spit and tongue.

It leaves you breathless and you wonder what he will do in bed if this is the effect he has on you with just one kiss.

In fact you are touching each other really for the first time, in these weeks you have imagined many times his lips, their taste, their softness, their warmth. Now you know that he exceeds all your expectations.

He's calmer now, his lips fit perfectly between yours, he gently nibbles your lower lip and continues to lick inside your mouth.

He’s divine.

Utterly divine.

His hands run up and down your hips and he's about to lift your dress and grab your thigh when you stop him. “Joel…”

He looks at you with bated breath and eyes begging for mercy. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Not here…please, take me home” you whisper and he sighs “okay”

You don't even know how you managed to stop but you want your first time to be just for the two of you, you don't want to risk prying eyes or voices shouting obscene comments getting in the way.

You're already nervous enough that he'll see you naked for the first time.

He makes you get back in the pick up and gets into the driver's seat, while he fastens his seat belt you cast an eye at his crotch and you realize he’s semi-hard.

While he's driving, you put your hand on his thigh, because he has to know how much you want him.

You squeeze gently and hear him grunt “Babe…don’t do it, I won’t make it home.” and you giggle.

His low, raspy voice drives you crazy, and for a moment while you're stopped at the traffic light you consider sliding down your seat and straddling him but no, just no, wrecking his car on your first date wouldn't be the best way to end it.

You take a deep breath, leaving your hand quietly on his leg, but you want… oh you want so much to move it up and reach his bulge and stroke it over his pants.

When he pulls up in his driveway in the cab of his pickup truck there's an electricity between you that could power a small village, you feel it fluctuating in the air.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and leans over you to unbuckle yours, not without kissing you. “Let's go, pretty lady, I feel like I can’t wait a minute longer”

You get out and run to the door, he nervously searches for his keys in his pockets and opens it. You don't even have time to look around, it's the first time you enter his house but you only see it fleetingly because he takes your hand and immediately drag you to the bedroom.

There’s a chest of drawers in one corner and a wardrobe, both made of dark wood, probably made by him.

In the center of the room there is a large bed with a headboard of the same wood, the walls are a beautiful cerulean blue, there are three paintings hanging above the bed.

The bed has beige sheets and a light beige duvet with white stripes.

It’s a very manly cozy room, he makes you sit on the bed and you feel how comfortable it is, it's like him, warm and soft.

He starts undressing in front of you, he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans without taking his eyes off you, he seems hypnotized by you.

You suddenly feel like there's an emptiness in the pit of your stomach, you wonder if you're ready to make yourself so vulnerable in front of him.

Oh fuck, where did this come from now? Why? You were so happy just a second ago.

It was easy in public places, you were able to use irony and your defense tactics.

Now there’s just the two of you and you wanted that, you insisted for that and yet you feel exposed now.

You know it's right, your insecurities right now aren't from Joel. Joel makes you feel safe.

It's you, it's just you.

Joel notices your hesitation, comes closer and caresses your face then he gently takes your chin and raises your gaze towards his

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” you reply in a small voice.

“If you don’t want to do it, that’s okay, darling.”

Your voice cracks a little as you reply “no, oh no, Joel I want it”

“So what’s wrong? Talk to me, you can trust me, you know?” He slips his hand into your hair and caresses you gently, looking you intensely in the eyes.

It's so stupid, all night you've felt hungry and lustful for him and now… you're afraid that seeing you naked he might think he made a mistake.

“I…” you try to say. You know that he at least deserves sincerity from you “I… I’m ashamed”

Joel's eyes widen and a completely confused expression appears on his face “about what?”

He really doesn't seem to understand and it makes you feel a little frustrated

“About my body, about the fact that I'm not thin, I have stretch marks and many other defects and you will see them” you say it all in one breath feeling silly.

“Oh babe…no. Listen to me carefully: you’re absolutely gorgeous. You don't have to be afraid to undress in front of me, I'm sure that whatever is under your clothes is wonderful and deserves to be worshipped. I really like you. I'm not saying this just because I want to have sex. You’re beautiful, honey”

You feel tears stinging your eyes and you fight them back with all your strength “you could have anyone you want”

“I want you. I want you if you let me” his voice is firm, his fingers caress your jaw until they reach your lips and brush them gently.

“Do you trust me?”

Sure, why shouldn’t I. He’s never given me a reason not to. you say to yourself.

“Yes” you whisper

“I want nothing more than to make you feel good and I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“I know”

“And you can always talk to me about anything, okay? I don’t want to make you regret this”

He is sincere. He is absolutely sincere and you can clearly see it in his big beautiful brown eyes.

“Okay” you smile

“And by the way…your curves make me absolutely feral” he gives you a mischievous smile.

“Yeah?” you say with a hint of surprise

“Sure. Would you let me prove it to you?” his hand is on your shoulder now and lingers on the strap of your dress.

“Yes, please Joel… yes”

Damn insecurities, they were about to make you lose the best man you've ever met.

And now you feel impatient again and want his hands everywhere.

Now you notice his broad chest, the freckles scattered across his skin, the happy trail of hair that ends up hidden by his jeans.

Now you can enjoy the view of his muscular shoulders and strong neck and you can't wait to taste his skin under your tongue.

His hands move slowly over you, he slides the straps of your dress and reveals your bra.

“Get up,” he says, “I want to show you something.”

You look at him in disbelief. “What?”

“Come with me” he takes your hand and makes you get out of bed.

He takes you to a full-length mirror in a corner of his room “Sarah made me buy this because she says I have to look at myself before I leave the house. She says I make terrible combinations when I get dressed. Sometimes I'm in a hurry and wear my shirt inside out or something like that." he says smiling and shaking his head.

You giggle and the confidential tone with which he speaks to you makes you feel special.

“Well I don't know if it's the mirror's merit but you did a good job tonight” you joke.

You are in front of the mirror and he is behind you “look at yourself”

You become serious again and observe yourself.

“Look how beautiful you are” he says in his deep and slightly hoarse voice“can I?” he asks placing his hands on the clasp of your bra. You nod.

He takes off your bra and drops it on the floor. You look at that woman in the mirror, you look at her skin and the roundness of her breasts and her hard nipples and then you look into his eyes and you see nothing but admiration “God, your breasts are amazing” you hear him say “can I touch them?” and you nod again “yes, please Joel”

He traces the outline with his fingers and then cups his hands and fills them with your tits.

You don't miss the moan of pleasure that he tries to stifle in his throat “they are so soft” he squeezes them delicately “mmm baby, they feel amazing in my hands”

He takes your nipples between his fingers and tugs on them slightly “and these? Look how sexy they are, I bet they would be delicious in my mouth”

You feel your skin heat up and your head spin, you squeeze your eyes shut at the sensation of his hands playing with yours hard buds and his words go straight to your cunt. He’s so good at this.

“Open your eyes, honey” he whispers in your ear “don't stop looking at yourself”

His hands leave your breasts and for a moment you want to take them and put them back there but you let him. He slides your dress down your hips, until you're left in your underwear in front of the mirror.

“You’re stunning” he punctuates every syllable on your skin making you tremble “absolutely gorgeous”

His hand slides over your stomach and your belly that always makes you feel insecure “Is that what worries you?” he asks as if he can read inside you “that you don't have a flat stomach? Honey, your tummy is amazing.”

He squeezes it and it seems incredible to you how delicate his big hands can be “It's full and delicious and sweet and I can't wait to bite into it”

You squirm, leaning over his broad chest “Oh my god” you moan

He caresses your hips with both hands, supporting you “and these… they feel welcoming and warm and mmm baby, so sensual. Can you see it? They fit my hands so perfectly”

You look at yourself and you've never felt this way.

Guided by his words you finally see yourself beautiful and desirable.

He slips his fingers under the edge of your panties “Can I?”

“Yes” you say in a breath

He slowly slides them off, revealing your pussy “Jesus.” He mutter “look at her. Look how perfect she is”

He just touches your mound and you feel hypnotized, his voice, his hands, the warmth of his body, it’s all too much.

“Oh baby… I love that you left that little strip of hair”

You can't hold back anymore and you whine “touch me Joel, I want more”

His voice vibrates on your soft skin again “Tell me what you want, in detail” He bites the spot where your neck meets your shoulder “I want to hear”

“Oh god… I want… I want your fingers inside me, stretching me just right” you babble “I want to feel full”

His fingers slide between your folds “God baby you’re soaking wet. It’s all for me?”

You squirm under his touch nodding repeatedly, you feel desperately needy and hungry.

“Yes. Please Joel”

“Please what, baby?” He ask maliciously

“Make me yours, make me all yours”

“Can you see how beautiful you are now?”

“Yes” you nod “yeah. Don’t make me wait any longer. I need you, Joel”

You can swear that right now you feel really beautiful and also the luckiest woman in the world.

“Oh, you're getting impatient now… I like that” he says in a hushed tone.

He's still behind you and holding you close, he's still wearing his jeans but you can feel his hard cock pressing against your ass.

You look small in his arms, he surrounds you completely.

He brings you back to the bed and makes you lie down, you are completely naked and yet you no longer feel ashamed and inadequate.

He takes off his jeans, remaining in a pair of black boxers.

At the sight of his erection poking out against the fabric you lick your lips in anticipation.

He lies on top of you, his eyes on yours, looking at you intently “You’re perfect, honey” and then his mouth crash into your neck, kissing and licking everything he can, he takes your skin between his lips sucking and biting like he was starving for you.

“Your skin is like velvet and you smell so good, fuck”

And you whimper and cry and clasp your hands on his shoulder digging your nails in them and you feel like you don’t need anything else in this life.

He lowers himself on your body, grazing at your skin with his lips, lingering for a while on your nipples and mumbling at how good they are.

“I love touching you with my mouth, tasting your curves against my lips” until he reaches your tummy giving sloppy kisses at it and then he bites it. His teeth are attentive and gentle but at the same time eager, like he wants to taste your whole being.

And then he come to your mound and traces your thin strip of hair with his tongue and you buck your hips and move one of your hands through his curls and you plead “more, Joel, please”

He grunts at you when you tug his hair and you look at him with the most miserable begging eyes you can pull out “You want it so bad, babe? Want me to eat you out?”

You mewl a yes and he smirk “want to come on my tongue?”

You nod again “yes”

He places himself between your thighs “God, she seems made for this. So sweet scented and pretty. I bet she tastes so good”

And in an instant he dives into your pussy and his nose bumps your clit as his tongue begins to lick you up and down, delving your folds and making your hips jerk.

Your legs are wrapped around his back and his hand is on your tummy holding you in place “god, you look so beautiful like that, my precious angel, all spread and ravenous for me” every word vibrates on your clit and make you moan loudly. It’s like a demon took possession of your body, an insatiable and aching demon that wants nothing but pleasure.

He nudges at your entrance with his tongue and you cry again for more “your fingers, Joel, please, give them to me”

He pushes two fingers inside your soaking wet hole, they enter just easily and he curls them up inside you reaching for your sweetest spot.

“fuck, yes” you howl “god they feel so good, they feel so fucking good, Joel”

“I know baby, I know, you’re taking them so perfectly”

He continues to swirl his tongue over your clit as he pump his fingers in and out of you, increasing the pace when you can’t hold your moans anymore and you’re so loud you almost fear his neighbors can hear you “God, Joel, I’m coming - I’m - coming ah- god you’re incr- ah” you’re totally babbling trying to get a complete sentence out of your mouth and you can’t, you just can’t because he’s too much and you never felt that good before.

“Soak my fingers, babe, soak my face, give it all to me”

Your pussy clench around his fingers and you feel breathless as your orgasm washes all over you, his dirty talk made you over the edge.

You whine his name as you come, again and again and he doesn’t stop lapping at you until you’re calm.

He lies down next to you, wrapping his arms around you, you bury your head in the crook of his neck and sigh, “Oh, Joel.”

His hand sits on your ass squeezing gently “Such a good girl for me. I can’t believe you almost called yourself out from this”

You playfully pinch one his nipples “don’t make a fool of me”

“I would never” he says, kissing your hair “I’m just saying that you’re too good to not be taken care of. Your body deserves to feel passion and lust and all of that”

“On that note… there’s something else I’d like to do” you look at him maliciously

“What, baby?”

“I would love to… uhm… fuck, I would love to give you head”

He tilt his head “excuse me miss? Watch your mouth!” You giggle hiding your face in his chest and he laugh, and then he goes serious and ask “You sure? You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to”

“Yeah, I know” and you raise your face to kiss the lovely bald patch in his beard and you move to his ear and you whisper “I really want that though”

“As you please, sunshine”

You cup his bulge in his boxer and stroke it gently over the fabric “someone else here needs to be taken care of too”

He grunts “yeah, baby, keep going like that”

“Actually… I can make it even better” and you move from his side getting on your knees on the bed and then sitting on your heels as you keep stroking him.

You lower his boxer and his cock spring free, he’s already hard as rock. You lick your lips “delicious” and he looks at you mischievously “I guess you can be naughtier than I thought, baby”

You smirk back at him, lowering yourself on his groin and kissing the tip of his cock, just the tip, gently as a feather.

You giggle and pull back as he bucks up his hips to your mouth “so impatient, aren’t you?”

“It’s just… I didn’t have anyone giving me head in a very long time”

You open your eyes wide “I don't believe it”

“I swear” he says in a lower hoarse tone “I didn’t… I had some one night stand here and there but nothing serious, you know, I needed to be focused on Sarah and my work. so everything was quick and meaningless”

You can’t imagine Joel having meaningless sex with anybody, he’s so respectful and attentive with you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Joel Miller, do you mean to make me believe that all the women in the neighborhood aren’t in love with you?”

“Oh Rose loves me for sure” and you laugh “but about the others… I don’t know, some of them tried a couple of times but I always rejected them. I told you, I didn’t have time for complications”

“Then why you’ve changed your mind now?”

“Sarah threatened to sign me up for Tinder if I didn't find someone. And then I met you”

You giggle “so you went out with me to be safe from Tinder”

“At first, maybe. But now you know that it's not just that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

What he just did speaks volumes about how much he likes you.

And you’re even more convinced now.

You lower your head and lick the tip again swirling your tongue around it and he moans.

You slide your tongue flat along his length and wrap your hand around the base. It's big, bigger than you expected but you don't feel intimidated.

“Oh baby, you’re so good to me, what have I done to deserve such a perfect girl?”

He gasps when you took all you can of his cock in your mouth, feeling his length sliding over your tongue and his musky taste invading your palate, you whine beginning to suck like you’re desperate, stroking the rest of it with your fingers.

It doesn’t take too much before you start feeling him throbbing between your lips, he’s right on the edge as you suck and lick and kiss him like the most delicious lollipop you’ve ever had.

He pants loudly bucking his hips “Baby I’m almost - AH- almost there”

You make his cock pop out of your mouth “finish inside me, then”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m on the pill” you nod straddling his crotch and positioning his cock at your entrance.

You slowly lower yourself feeling the tip force its way into your hole and you moan with every inch that pushes its way inside you.

You stay still for a moment feeling his cock fill you up completely.

He says nothing but he looks you in the eyes and the brown of his pupils has become incredibly dark.

Eventually you start moving on top of him, placing your hands on his chest, your pussy making lewd sounds and your tits bouncing, he takes them in his hands squeezing them as he sinks into you, deeper and deeper and harder and harder.

You’re basically riding him and you've never felt so wild and free, your insecurities just disappeared clouded by your pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so gorgeous like this, look at the way your hips move, it’s so fucking amazing”

You throw yourself onto his chest as you feel his seed paint your walls, you take his mouth with yours stifling his moans that echo inside you.

He slides a hand between you, searching for your clit, and his calloused fingers begin to move over it. You end the kiss to look into his eyes, “don’t stop” he whispers “come for me baby.”

Your head feels light and your vision blurs as you feel your orgasm building up from the depths of your tummy, your pussy clenching and squeezing his cock.

You gush all over him like never before, making a mess of his crotch and the sheets underneath, crying his name so hard.

You rest your head next to his, inhaling the smell of tobacco, wood and the sweat of his neck, and you laugh, you laugh joyfully, “God,” and he does the same, wrapping his arms around you and caressing your back “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, I'm sorry”

He holds you tighter “you don't have to be sorry, darling, it was wonderful”

“I made such a mess” you murmur

“So what? Nothing that laundry can’t fix. And I’m good at laundry, you know?”

He kisses your forehead and stroke your cheek “I haven't felt this good in ages”

“Yeah, me too” you kiss him wrapping one your leg around his.

You both stay quiet for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth, kissing every now and then suddenly it hits you and you say, “Do you know who we owe all this to?”

“No, I don’t honey, to whom?” he asks confused.

“Rose” you say “Think about it, if I hadn't brought her medicines that day we wouldn't be here now."

“That’s true. I think we should go visit her and bring her a nice present.”

“Yes. She will love the story of how we met.”

You kiss him again and think about what gift could match this. Probably none, because it's the best thing that's ever happened to you.

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warnings: angsty, fluff, there's an unexplained relationship between the reader and crosshair, kinda left it up to interpretation whether you think they were together before or if it was just them having feelings for each other.

season 3 episode 4 spoilers

author's note: i have not posted a fic in so long. ive been so busy but that doesnt matter. the new episode had me feeling some type of way so here you go. its kinda short but i didnt want to expand without seeing hunter and wrecker's reaction to crosshair being back.

thank you for any support whether its likes, reblogs, or comments <3

“I had help.”

The last few months had been terrible. From losing Tech and then losing Omega to the empire. Spending everyday looking for her with no success. Nothing was ok. All of us were miserable. Our family was being torn apart and there was nothing we could do about it. It couldn’t have gotten any worse.

Getting the comm from Omega was one of the best things to ever happen to us, but seeing her running down from the ship was even better. Embracing her, knowing she was safe, felt better than anything had. Things were starting to feel right again. All it took was one hug from Omega.

But then he walked off the cargo ship and everything in my body froze. He looked so different. He had been gone for so long that I thought the feelings had disappeared. Seeing him there, I knew they never were.

I forgot what it was like to be near him. I forgot how my heart sped up and how my head felt dizzy. I forgot how he smelled and how warm he was. I forgot how much I loved him.

-

After Kaller, nothing was ever the same. He wasn’t the same. The chip had changed him. The Empire had changed him.

He let us go on Kamino. The same day you had told him you loved him. On the platform before we left, with tears in my eyes. I told him I loved him.

“You shouldn’t.”

“Crosshair, please,” you whispered. He could hear the way your voice was breaking. You couldn’t lose him again.

When he didn’t say anything, you turned to walk away. Typical Crosshair to not say anything. He grabbed your wrist as you started walking.

“I love you.”

You stared at him. Your tears threatened to spill out from his confession.

“But I can’t come with you. You deserve better. This is where I want to be. With the Empire.”

I should have dragged him to the ship. I should have done more. But what more could you do when he didn’t want to be there. He wanted to be with the Empire.

Why couldn’t he have just came with you that day?

-

No one moved. Everyone was just as shocked to see him. No one knew what he was going to do, how he was going to react. He had tried to kill us before, but he had also let us go. No one trusted him anymore. You chose to remember how he had let us go.

You were the first one to move. Slowly, I stepped out from behind Wrecker. Every step I took towards him was filled with anxiety. It had been too long.

He doesn’t want to see me.

Is he still him?

Why did he come then?

Why would he still be here if he didn’t want to be?

You stopped a few feet in front of him. I could see how tired he looked from where I was standing. I couldn’t stand seeing him like this. It hurt so much. He had been through so much since Kamino.

What did they do to him?

I couldn’t stand there anymore. I ran the few feet that were left in between us. I wasn’t sure if he would push me away. As I got close to him, I fell right into his arms. I didn’t realize just how much I had missed him until this moment. He wrapped his arms around me in the tightest embrace I’ve ever had. It had been too long since I had felt him. He was safe. He was here.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered after a few minutes, so quietly that you barely heard it.

I looked up at him. He had tears that were threatening to spill over. Your heart broke at the look on his face.

“Shh. Not now. Just let me hold you.”

You stood there for what felt like an eternity just holding each other. Quiet tears were spiling from both of your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair. His arms tightened around you again, as if he was afraid you would disappear.

It would be hard to forgive. Hard for everyone, not just you. So much had happened. But for now, all that mattered was that him and Omega were safe. Omega was home. Crosshair was home.

“I love you too.”

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you please do an story about Damian and Reader where her "friends" forgot her BDay and Damian is the only one who recognize something was wrong and she's telling him that's her BDay and he makes it an unforgettable weekend and later confess to her?!

damian priest x reader

bday party

realising that it was your birthday and none of your friends wished you an happy birthday or asked you if you were doing something for that day actually hurt you.

you’ve been there for every one of your friends, for their birthdays, their weddings, whatever party they wanted to do. you’ve always been there but no one was there for you on your own special day.

being in an other city, away from your family, hurt you more. they were the only one to remember your birthday but the fact that they weren’t with you left you with a sense of sadness washing over you.

you hoped that maybe your gym friends remembered since you talked about it for the past week but once you hit the gym everyone greeted you normally, like nothing changed.

the only person to notice your humor was damian, you’ve met him when you started going at the same gym but everytime you talked it was mostly small talks. some about your personal lives and some about your jobs, a part of that, you weren’t that much friends. you were texting over instagram sometimes but not about anything in particular.

you’ve always found him attractive and truth be told you loved watching him in the gym but you knew you weren’t his type. you weren’t the type of girl a gym person like him would date.

but you couldn’t be more wrong.

damian had a crush on you. he developed feelings since the moment he saw you. he couldn’t get enough and his stalking abilities made it easier for him to find your instagram. he wanted to ask you out so bad but he didn’t know what kind of life he could give you. he was away from home all the time and he knew he couldn’t bring you with him.

he thought about those things all the time but that never stopped his feeling for you.

he wasn’t sure what was going on but there was something in your looks that was telling him that something was off.

“hey y/n! you okay?” he asked softly approaching you.

“hi damian” you greeted him with your soft voice “yes everything okay” you smiled.

“you sure? you know you can tell me if there’s something bothering you…” he smiled at you. a genuine smile you haven’t seen in months.

“it’s just…it doesn’t matter…”

“it does matter if it’s the reason i haven’t seen you smiling or laughing all morning” he teased.

“well, it’s my birthday and…well, none of my friends remembered it but it doesn’t really matter…” you awkwardly said, trying to not sound childish because in your mind it sounded stupid being mad for something like that.

“happy birthday hermosa” he said hugging you.

you never felt that hot in your life.

“t-thank you…i really appreciate it” you smiled.

“do you have any plans or things you wanna do today?”

“i actually have to finish some work but i was thinking of maybe watching a movie and ordering some pizza tonight since i’ll be alone anyway…” you whispered the last part and damian caught that too.

“text me your address after lunch, i’ll pick you up and take you somewhere nice” he said leaving before you could actually reply.

and so you did.

you had no idea where he was taking you so you tried to be elegant but not too extra at the same time.

he took you to a cinema and you both comfortably watched the new hunger games movie and ended up eating some pizza at the cute place near your home.

“you really shouldn’t have done it…maybe you had other plans today” you felt a little apologetic.

“no other plans, trust me…”

he loved spending the day with you. he got to know you better. definitely better than the usual ten minutes talk at the gym. he got to know what you liked, how you loved your pizza, what drinks you drink, what music you like to listen, what movies and shows you like to watch and more. he was comfortable with you and he wished every day was like this.

“still…you didn’t have to do it for me…” you smiled.

“i loved doing it for you” he said seriously, his eyes never leaving yours and you felt butterflies all over your body.

“then…thank you so much for the night” you whispered.

“you’re very welcome…even if you haven’t eaten the cake yet…” he said before taking a candle from his jacket and lighting it up for you “make a wish hermosa” he said with his deep voice.

“i think it already came true…” you teased back. before you could eat your piece of cake, he gently grabbed your hand and kissed the palm of it.

“it could be like this every night if you want to, you know…” he whispered, keeping your hand close to his lips “i really like you y/n and if you give one chance i could show you how i feel about you…”

“okay…” you whispered.

“okay” he smiled and kissed your hand again, making you forget about the cake.

honestly? fuck the cake if he could give you dessert every night.

[dozyrogue]

Ok im still thinking of the philza and tubbo fight cuz it reminds me of the marvel fandom when talking about the ending of cilvil war

Bucky killed tonys parents and tony tried to kill him, some where mad at tony cuz he tried to kill bucky but bucky was a victim. Others agreed but still pointed out that he still killed people. It goes into more details but I don't wanna do that

Philza says that we should help him cuz hes a friend and we should help each other, cuz hes a victim an doesn't have a choice. Lock him up and find a cure like last time. And yeah that's phil to a T, phil would travel to hell and back to protect his freinds. And he knows he has friend's who would do the same for him. Man's disappears and the island panics. Bolas would flock around their leader to protect him from the other teams

There's also the added fact that it does take a bit to earn philza's trust and forever has that trust. So to him he sees forever is clearly not himself and he knows how MUCH HE LOVES Tallulah and would never ever purposely hurt her. So something's wrong with forever obviously. And of COURSE he wants to help out forever back together again.

Like when he told tubbo we help forever and then said he would expect tubbo to help phil if he was ever in this position shows so much about phils character to me. Like u help each other so hearing someone u trust doing something as quick as killing him would freak me out lol.

Then theres my sweet traumatized tubbo, he can trust so easily but take his trust away just as easily, his self estime is so low that he expects everyone to be against him. then it was evern worse after purgatory 1 and fred things keep getting worse. And worse of all hes kidnapped from the island most people didn't know he was taken and was forced to leave his kid. In purgatory 2 mans finally had his targaryan moment and took them all down with him.

Then hes back and hears that forever suddenly is different...again. corralled all the kids into following him and that he hurt Tallulah and tried to kill chayanne. Sent ramon into a panic to the point man's PUT ON HIS ARMOR. he himself believes that the island would turn on him immediately if he did something wrong. So if course he would think the same if someone lost it AND HURT THE CHILDREN. he went into purgatory with the only thought of helping the children, and questioning why the other islanders forgot that the point of this. He even said himself that he would choose his godchildren anyway over fred. NoW HIS DAUGHTER IS IN THE MIX. AND ITS NOT EVEN THE FEDS GOING AFTER THE KIDS ITS ONE OF THEIR OWN.

So of course!!! To tubbo the only choice for forever is to kill him so he himself doesn't hurt the eggs again. For any of the islanders the idea of hurting the children even if they were the victim would probably ruin him.

I agree with both yes we should help forever but i agree with tubbo a bit more if forever is so possessed with whatever that hes going after the children???? Kill him, jail prison, lock him away.

And phil expecting for tubbo to help him if he was ever in the same position but tubbo made a promise to care for his godchildren if phil was ever in a place were he couldnt tubbo would fucking kill him.

Idk I really liked the fight shows the difference between the characters and specifically how tubbo changed as a character.

I probably have more thoughts on this but this is it??? Me thinks??

[bimbo-writer]

No Nut November

These are my personal head canons on if they would lose NNN or pull through.

Riddle

Ok so this man would win because I'm pretty sure he doesn't know what it is. The man was sheltered his whole life, and even if he did know what it was I doubt he would lose.

Trey

I feel like if you provoke him enough he would fold but otherwise he would get through it no problem. If he sees your skirt is just a bit too short showing off your panties then he might but what really sells it is when your being domestic and teasing.

Cater

I think he would lose only because this man is on magicam 24/7 he's bound to have seen some kind of scandalous pics. All you have to do is just find one of those photos and do the same and he folds like a lawn chair.

Ace

Yes he lost. It's not his fault that you wanted to try on his dorm uniform and it just so happened to hug all the right curves. He couldn't help wanting to see you covered in his cum <3.

Deuce

So we all know from the first chapter that he's kind slow and naive but I feel like he would win because he would think of it as just another obstacle to being a great mage.

Leona

Yeah he failed. I whole heartedly believe that if you where in a relationship with this man that if he wanted you he wouldn't care about location or time. He definitely forgot about the challenge and just fucked you without a care.

Ruggie

He passed but barely. He purposely kept himself busy as to not lose but towards the end he was running out of excuses and almost folded.

Jack

He surprisingly lost, however it wasn't his fault that when you where cleaning around his room you got stuck. The poor boy happened to see and couldn't hold it in any longer.

Azul

Yeah he lost not because he's horny no he lost because this is most likely his first relationship and when you brought up the challenge he'd go red. He couldn't stop thinking about you after and just gave up on the challenge.

Jade

He won. There is no real reason to why he won he simply just avoided your advances when you tried to provoke him. However trust and believe that once that clock strikes 12 he's getting back at you.

Flyod

Theres no telling with this man his mood changes so much he could go either way. However if you tease his enough and then leave him like that he'll be folding quick.

Kalim

He won, he won because any time you tried tarsing him he wouldn't understand what you where talking about. Went the whole month without a clue and only realized what was happening afterwards.

Jamil

He lost, he lost because this man is worked to death 24/7 and he just needed a way to relieve his pent up stress. It's not his fault you just so happened to stop by when it was bad.

Vil

He actually lost. When you told him about the challenge he thought it was stupid but then decided to give it a try. What he did not expect was for his partner to be wearing black lace lingerie after a stressful photoshoot.

Rook

Yeah no he lost too. He just couldn't help that your so beautiful and stunning, when you told him of the challenge he thought it would be fun. However he sis not think you would.go out of your way to purposely make it difficult for him.

Epel

He won there wasn't really a whole lot with this one he simply told you he was too busy. He actually was busy studying for his exams and didn't realize what you where trying to do at first.

Idia

This man lost hard. He really thought he could last the whole month, he only lasted a week. He knew of the challenge already and figured he would try but when he walked in on you cosplaying as his favorite video game character he folded.

Malleus

He easily won because he's never around half the time so this was a walk in the park for him.

Lilia

He also won but he's actually around more so it was a little harder for him. He's an older man so he has some experience with these kinds.of things and wasn't easily tempted.

Silver

He won because half the time he was asleep and didn't know what was going on or what you where doing.

Sebek

He won because he dosen't talk anything other than malleus 24/7 so this was easy for him. At one point you said "why dont you just hit that bussy is your such a simp". He didn't understand what you ment and lilia couldn't stop laughing.

[kiryoutann]

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[Please read while listening to this.]

It's scary to love something death can touch. Hoping for the past and dreading tomorrow, for the future never promises them to stay with you. The realization of the grief that would follow after they are gone frequently keeps one up at night.

The first few hours of the day seem to pass in a blur. You didn't even realize you had been walking down the hall that led you to Childe's room until you arrived at his door. Eyes landed on the knob, your anxiety rises and flows. Your hands frantically try to peel off the skin inside your gloves as you muster up the courage to order the guard standing beside you to open the door.

Before you said anything, the doorknob was turned from the inside. Your heart beats impatiently at the thought of finding Childe. But, instead of him, you were staring at Dmitri's face.

“Your Highness! Good morning!” He bowed awkwardly.

Disappointment rises in your chest. "Is Ajax inside?" you ask.

"His Highness?" The look on Dmitri's face gave you an answer before his words. "Didn't he spend the night in Your Highness' room?" He saw you shook your head.

Was he so angry that he didn't come back to his room since yesterday?

Dmitri noticed the change in your expression. Feeling guilty, he laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his neck and said, “Oh, then he must be in the conference room already. It seems he was so nervous about being late that he left so early.”

Your lips taste bitter. It's as if he doesn't trust a single word you say. The hem of your dress is squeezed tightly.

Regrettably, your visions are true, whether he believes it or not. After yesterday, you no longer get another; which means even after you told him about it, it would most likely still happen. All you can hope for right now is that he stays away from the conference room's refreshments and food.

“Your Highness?” One of your ladies-in-waiting—whom you almost forgot existed behind you—calls you back to reality. Apparently you missed Dmitri's goodbye now that the man is nowhere to be found here. "What do you intend to do next?"

The heel of your high shoe is abruptly turned. You entered another hallway with your step. Because of how fast you walked, your maids cringed in fear that you would trip.

“Your Highness!”

Sasha's call was muffled by the click clack of your high heels hitting the marble floor as you stared ahead on your way to the main palace where the conference room was located.

While in the room in question, the nobles had filled their seats, in front of them was a cup of hot tea with biscuits neatly arranged on a plate. Childe stared at it longer than he should have. Even though he tries to deny it, your voice talking about your ability to see the future and the possibility that someone is planning to poison him has been constantly echoing in his mind since last night.

All of that and also your love confession.

Regrets fly around in his mind like doves. The series of sweet sentences that used to come to his mind every time he saw you ended unsaid and died at the back of his throat. At that moment he should have said it, should have confessed that he loves you just as much as you love him, if not more.

When all of this is over, he vows to come to you and convey how much he wants you too. Not as a chaotic man but, one who can always warm you in his arms.

"Gentlemen, we will continue to discuss the late king's death investigation as well as the succession to the throne, which was delayed yesterday."

As soon as Dmitri spoke, Childe raised his head to sweep a glance at the nobles. Some chose to avoid his gaze, some were too busy sipping their tea to notice.

Blue eyes landed on the cup again. Even though a minute before the meeting he had abruptly ordered the maid to replace all the tea and biscuits with new ones, Childe still hesitated to drink them. As a result, his dry throat was eased by his constant swallowing of saliva. He made a mental note to have Dmitri take it in for a discreet examination later.

While he was in thought, the conversation faded away as background noise until one of the nobles started asking him questions.

“Regarding Prince Shiva, has Your Highness made a decision?”

Before Dmitri—as his spokesperson—answered, Childe had already opened his mouth. "I have." He says. There was a tense silence that filled the room before he continued: “There will be no imprisonments of any kind until investigations prove Prince Shiva guilty.”

Several gasps filled the atmosphere, the tension turning into shock. In between, a noble clicked his tongue in disapproval of the Prince's 'generosity'. They started having their own discussions about his decision.

“Your Highness! Are you sure?! What about the results of the investigation that Duke Maxim spoke of?!”

“The results of the investigation he conducted without my knowledge only proved that the tea contained poison, the rest were baseless assumptions. Even though it happened at my father's meeting with the Prince, that is not yet sufficient evidence to make him a suspect.” Childe took a brief break before continuing,

“Although that poison is said to only be obtained from flowers that grow in Liyue, that does not rule out someone carrying it from there to here. It should be remembered that in order to poison the tea of a Snezhnayan king at Snezhnaya, one needs an accomplice here.”

Hearing his justification, the commotion in the room subsided. There were just hushed whispers being spoken amongst the several groupings of nobles.

"If you're looking for someone to look into, you should have investigated the maids and cooks first." After stating that, Childe gave Duke Maxim an obvious glare that was seen by all. "B You don't need to worry, though, because from now on, no one will be allowed to look into the late king's death without my consent and knowledge."

Duke Maxim froze in his seat while a noble sitting next to him quickly got up from the chair.

“Your Highness, this is madness! Are you saying that there is a traitor among us?! Don't you consider what will become of your people with all this?!” The old man shouted at the top of his throat.

However, rather than being enraged, Childe turned to him. “I am thinking about my people,” He said. "that's why I'm doing this."

The ginger-haired man got up from his seat, allowing the sunlight to stream in through the window and directly hit his blue eyes. His face was filled with certainty. Despite the cold expression on his face, his eyes were magically warm.

"My people don't need to suffer from another war."

Childe finished. His legs moved to leave the conference table, making his way towards the exit.

However, his steps were stopped when the sound of something exploding outside the building was heard—it was so great that the sturdy walls trembled. Dmitri, who was alert right away, hurried to his side. The panic of the aristocrats caused the room to become raucous.

“W-what is that?!”

"That sounded like an explosion!"

"Your Highness, we must quickly get out to a safe place!"

Panic filled Dmitri's voice as he drew his sword from its scabbard. However, it only mixed into the background noise because Childe’s mind was fixated on one.

You.

“(Y/N).”

Childe rushed toward the exit without warning, ignoring Dmitri's shouts behind him. He pulled on the doorknob and opened it, revealing the knights already in formation to lead him out of the room.

“Ajax!”

Instead of rushing towards them, his head is turned to your figure running towards him.

“(Y/N)!!”

Childe rushed to your side, taking you in his arms to keep you safe. Before long, knights began to swarm around him, making sure there were no gaps between their formations as they walked forward to leave the building.

"What happened?!" Dmitri, who came later, questioned.

"An explosion occurred on the north side of the building!" The head of the knights answered.

Dmitri asked a new question, "The cause?"

"Not yet known."

"What about mom, Teucer and Tonia?" Childe asked worriedly.

"They have been led to the safe room." He answered again before trailing off. "However, if I may assume, I believe this was an invasion."

An invasion.

For something that big, you wonder why you didn't get any vision about it. The last one you received still depicts someone plotting to poison Childe. Now that you think about it, you turn to Childe who holds you close, unscratched and with no sign of him having consumed poison.

Your mind freezes in realization.

Was this attack related to the poison? Perhaps the poison was not mixed into the drink served at the meeting. Your fear grows as you make your final assumptions about someone smearing it on a weapon—possibly a sword—and stabbing it at him.

If so, why did they bother to set off a bomb in the main palace's northern section, revealing their presence?

Or..

"This is a distraction!"

From your shout, their heads all turned to you. Your hesitant feet prevent Childe from continuing to walk, causing your group to come to a complete halt.

"What are you saying?" Childe furrowed his brows.

“The explosion is a distraction! They had predicted the members of the royal family would be rushed to the safe room the moment they heard it. And at that time, the attackers will attack us on the way there!”

Dmitri opened his mouth, "But, the safe room has been facilitated with concrete walls and heavy guard, Your Highness!"

"I know! They'll use the time before we arrive to launch an attack!"

The head guard gritted his teeth. “Damn it!” He cursed, forgetting Childe's presence beside him. "We've walked right into their trap!"

“What should we do now?!” one of the knights asked.

"We should split up."

The second it left your lips, Childe immediately opened his mouth to protest. "What do you mean?! It will just worsen the situation!” His words are nothing more than a sound that falls deaf to your ears.

"It's confirmed that His Highness is the target of the attack, so the knights should concentrate on escorting him through another path to reach the safe room."

“(Y/N)!” Childe reacted angrily to your suggestion.

Quickly, you pushed his arms around you. When you made it out of his embrace, Childe tried to come back to grab you.

“(Y/N)!! Don’t you dare!”

Now that you are used to his touch, your fingers feel cold without him. But, you have to endure it for one thing. "This is for the best, Your Highness." Yes, for the best, for Ajax.

On a signal from Dmitri, the knights took Childe away from you. If the circumstances are different, you will find it amusing because he looks like a puppy being dragged away by his master. However, you know the reality is this is a life threatening situation.

You were going to turn your body the other direction when your head screamed in agony. The ringing in your ears muffled Childe's voice screaming out to you.

After receiving the vision, you realized something.

That this is not a destiny that you can change, no matter how hard you try.

As you gather the strength to get back on your feet and run towards Childe, you keep replaying what you see in it—someone slamming a table in rage as his plan did not go as planned.

To reach him, you run and run.

Your mind replays how Duke Maxim's face turned red with intense emotion as he stood in front of the array of more familiar faces saying that the arrow should have been received by Childe, not you.

You continued to run despite the masked man crouching on the palace roof and preparing to shoot Childe with the arrows mentioned.

One of the most important things in your vision of the future, you see yourself running just like you are doing right now. Your arms are outstretched, wrapped around his neck in a hug that will hopefully be enough to protect him from harm.

The arrow is released. You are the one destined to receive it.

This destiny cannot be changed. But, even if it's possible, you have no intention of switching places with Childe. For once, let this be the one you don't want to change.

Blue eyes shifted their gaze away from you, onto something flashing in the sunlight. His heart nearly stopped when he realized what it was. As it directed at him, the arrow flew quickly and precisely.

Before he could feel the pain from it piercing his flesh, he first felt the warmth of your body colliding with his. For the first time, he is in horror from your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips were about to call your name, his feet were about to move him sidestep the arrows.

The arrow, however, pierced your back first.

Red had painted his white clothes.

Your trembling hands gripped his collar to hold back the burning pain in your back. Inadvertently, you bit your lower lip too deep trying to hold back a scream. Your breaths are short and irregular.

“No..no! NO!!” Childe is screaming out inconsolably, clutching your weak, collapsing hands.

In his vision, he cursed an extremely vivid red color. Everything had blurred into the background, and he couldn't hear the knights rushing to capture the archer earlier. Nothing matters, nothing matters but you. Even though the sight of you bleeding causes his knees almost lose their strength to support him, Childe will not let you go even if he has to crawl.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CALL THE HEALERS!”

Childe looked back at you, seeing that your face had become much paler. His heart is pounding, causing tremors in his hands which are still holding you. How helpless he appears to be in the face of death, that seems to threaten to take you away from him at any time. What might he offer God in exchange for your place? He was prepared to suffer all of your agony if it meant leaving you unscathed.

"Please, please.." Childe begged, his eyes streaming with tears. "Please, don't leave me."

Despite the fact that he prayed more earnestly than even a saint, God did not respond. Blue eyes widened as you coughed up blood. The excruciating pain intensified until your hands fell limp and could no longer reach him.

“(Y/N)!!”

“(Y/N)!! Stay with me, STAY WITH ME!!”

How easy the world appears in the guise of the ginger-haired man with blue eyes like the ocean. The tears running down his cheek remind you of pearls. Although it's beautiful, you really want to say to him: Don't cry. It hurts me to see you cry.

Childe lays you on his lap and kisses your knuckles. "Please, please.. you’re the only one I have." He says.

You squint again, attempting to interpret the movement of his lips, but you wind up focused on how rosy they are. You wonder if you can still touch it, if not with your thumb, then with yours.

The more blurry your vision, the more you feel you are starting to lose touch with reality. Is this the end? The only thing you're grateful for is the widespread numbness that prevents you from feeling how burning your internal organs are.

“(Y/N)!!”

The loud terrible ringing in your ears deafens you from the words escaping his lips as he takes you deeper into his embrace.

“Please.. I love you.”

It's too late now. A confession of love that falls upon the ear of a dying person is more tragic than one that is unrequited. Childe stiffened as soon as he felt your lungs were no longer expanding and contracting. You grow cold even in his arms. For the last time, your name left his lips in a cry of sorrow, despair; like the kind of someone who has lost his true love.

AbbyBianx, ness

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[steamworksfairy]

Writing Patterns Meme

[Plain text: "Writing Patterns Meme" in big text./End PT]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

@hopeswriting Tagged me! Thanks for the tag!!! 💚

1. "Do you trust us?" --- Birthday Kisses

2. "Cold." --- The Emerald Fortress

3. "Standing in front of the disorderly scientist that was slumped against an old antique bergère chair, dressed in his casual best (black jeans, a plum-colored turtleneck, and a simple black leather jacket) Skull felt confident enough to go through with this." --- The Perfect Lie

4. "This was it, huh?" --- There'll Be Peace When You Are Done

5. "It's one of those days." --- Escapism

6. " Verde wipes his face on a towel, glowering, because he just had to shave." --- War Paint

7. "Reborn was scared." --- The Bane of Strength

8. " They had all been so very ignorant to think it was over." --- Metamorphosis

9. "The lights at this gala feel far too bright." --- His Heart

10. "Claws card through fluffy purple hair with a tender gentleness that still manages to shock Skull to this day." --- Skull's Birthday Wishes

(Please note that if I didn't link a fic, it was because it was with either not rated, rated M, or rated E. Due to the nature of my blog I try not to link to things with ratings higher than a T rating.)

What have we learned?

[Plain text: "What have we learned?" in medium text. /End PT]

I think I mostly try to do two things:

1) Insertion the reader right into the character's head.

2) I start with a line that feels like it'll provoke interest in the reader. A lot of these I realized feel like something that tries to grab the reader and suck them into the story.

When I wrote these fics, I was mostly experimenting and having fun. I haven't been writing lately due to writer's block + an evil vile thing called perfectionism. I've been trying to root out all traces of the latter and exterminate it like the pest that it is, but it's been a process. I think I definitely need to go back to just having fun and trying new things. A story will never be perfect, and I have billions of ideas that have accumulated in my head and gathering dust at this point. I think I need to unleash some of these new plunnnies onto the world and get back to work on some of my older stuff.

I say while feeling nervous about that second part because I've definitely changed as a person, so I know the way I viewed certain characters and tropes have changed as well. Though I think it'll be interesting to see how that shapes those past stories of mine. Some might need to be rewritten or given some light edits...

Anyways I think that's it for me! Thanks for the tag, Hope!!! 💚

Now to choose some new victims to tag >:3

Tagging @zoroara and um......crap idk if anyone else has 10+ fics or not. If you follow me or are my mutual and do feel free to jump on in and join!!! The more the merrier 💚

And big kudos/shout out💚💚💚 to Hope for the Plain text thingies that you did. I hope you don't mind that I used them (and forgot the exact name for them 😅)

[cyarskj1899]

It is just so shameful that they tried to cover up this mess with the late A. years of filth could have been prevented had he been caught and jailed during that time for molesting a 15 y/o and marrying her. All those little girls and boys that could have been saved smh I feel like crying and this and yet every time I think about it the rage inside wouldn’t let me cry. What if it was my friends or my family heck even me?

As I hear people begin to go "how did people let this happen," I want to say it's still happening. Look at how many people didn't believe Megan Thee Stallion after she reported being shot, look at how the media/stans and celebrities acted. (There’s a special place in hell for all of y’all 50 cents, Drake and his fake bbl , dababy, joe budden, akademics, lil duval, lebron, that Keebler elf’s daddy, stepmother and even his biological mother for giving birth to such a toxic masculinity, egotistical little bald headed biiitch) They’re were willingly being a bunch of bastards slutting themselves out for a degenerate (to hell with that gremlin and everyone who has said that she was lying fquck every last one of them) and the only logical people besides her fans where two white crime journalists who were spreading the truth better in the last month than those anti black and bw media bloggers (damn them to hell too i ain’t forgot I never forget) in the last two years. That’s why it’s two middle fingers up for everyone who said that she was lying. Why? Because FQUCK them who doubted her and I’m glad that elf is going back to Canada where his napoleon complex arss belongs that’s why!

This sh!t ain’t changed, we’re now more aware of it. We should be outraged by these pick mes and nigcels, a disgrace to the black race, the ones that George Walker bush should had left behind education wise because apparently the no child left behind policy was a mistake and they’re basically the descendants of the slaves who Harriet Tubman would have capped!

don’t believe me? Look at Aaliyah for example . Her uncle Barry Hankerson is trash. He was R. Kelly's manager, knew what happened to his niece with him, and then turned around and stayed working with him. That's partially why the family has not wanted to discuss this. They basically let their own daughter become groomed, abused, manipulated and raped by a monster had he been stopped sooner after Aaliyah, so many girls and boys would have never been victims of his smh!

In all of these cases, one thing that's been common has been the betrayal of family and friends. From Barry Hankerson to Kelsey -- these women was exploited by people who they trusted.

that fact alone makes never wanna protect nobody but me. If I ever get harmed I’m singing like a bird. I don’t gaf if that’s your fave. You mad little pick me and nigcel? Too motherfqucking bad! Those bastards you be cockworshiping ain’t gonna pay your rent nor have sex with your crusty arss , your unwashed legs, your tragic weave and extensions, and your ashy feet!

Every black person who ends up on the wrong side of the law isn’t railroaded by the justice system so spare me the takes on how people like r Kelly or Tory lames and anyone else like them is treated no different than how people from emmitt till to George Floyd were treated. They weren’t railroaded by the system, they weren’t murdered because of white womens lies or having counterfeit two thousand pennies or anything like that. They were rightfully convicted because it was proven by the state courts that they were guilty of the horrific acts they committed against people more specifically black women and for that reason the punishment that they received or will receive was deserved

[amy201906]

Cold Night Arrival

Heartstealer pt 2

Inspired by Genshin Impact and Nikki Dress Up Suit name

Please note this was very randomly written. Don't judge thanks!

Dottore x fem!Reader x Taeyong featuring Xiao

Warning: Slight Angst ahead

Outfit of you below

Your pov

Tears fell as I gripped the sword. It dripped with blood of the Celestial evil god that we fought.

Xiao, ignoring his wounds, weakly got up from the snow. He slowly trudged over and reached for me.

"Y/N" He faintly calls for me.

"Xiao." I cried as I hugged him.

"Let's get out of here." Xiao nods at me.

"Please stay alive Xiao, I already lost two." I cried as I held his blood-stained glove.

"I will, Adepti don't break that easily." Xiao replies firmly. The adeptus then teleported us out of the snow field.

"Taeyong and Dottore I'm so sorry I could not protect you. Thank you for protecting and traveling with me."

"It's so cold without you."

End of flashback dream from ages ago

I woke up in shock from the cold dream...

"Y/N. Goodness, are you okay?!" Asked Taeyong.

I woke up to find us back in the Neo city spaceship.

Wait, last time I remembered-

And then it hit me.

"Taeyong, I'm fine that was a nightmare, you know what happened ages ago. But anyways how did you manage to save me again?!" I began confused.

"What you mean Y/N?" Asks Taeyong.

"Last time I checked I blacked out because I got kidnapped by someone." I replied.

"Oh? Ahahaha I took care of him." Smiled Taeyong.

"More like you negotiated with him Taeyong." Xiao stated firmly from behind, with arms crossed.

"Right... Anyways Y/N don't worry about Dottore until I leave for concerts and enlist okay? He won't hurt you. It's just weird to see a Fatui harbinger make such interesting requests-" Taeyong replies he then pauses when he hears the phone ring.

"Oh that must be Nct. Mark and Childe wants us to meet outside the Fatui HQ in the Arctic." Taeyong replies.

"Okay, I will change to something warm." I nodded.

I went to change, the outfit was just like eons ago, the cold winter hunting and battling outfit.

Later that evening

I stood between Taeyong and Xiao.

"Hello Y/N, fancy seeing you here." Greets a voice.

"Dottore." I greeted.

"As agreed I will let you work with us in the future." Taeyong says to Childe, Dottore and Scaramouche.

"Taeyong what the hell is going on?!" I asked.

"Y/N, I forgot to tell you that one of Dottore's clones was the one that experimented on me. His other clone had saved me..." Taeyong began.

"Fatui can never be trusted!" Hissed Xiao.

"Taeyong first you tried to destroy their HQ while I got you out that day, and now a year later you're letting them team up with us?!" I asked, in disbelief.

"Don't worry Y/N, they will not hurt you. They have no intentions of killing you. Their target is Celestia. They wanted to partner with us because of NCT's mind blowing technology and the abilities we hold. Just trust me, sweetheart." Taeyong says to me.

"Taeyong, you don't know a dam what happened eons ago, with her and the Fatui. But I trust your judgement... Just be careful." Sighs Xiao.

"Its the 21st century, do we look like uncivilized people?!" Childe tilts his head at us.

"Yeah because one of you tortured Taeyong!" I yelled.

"Its all in the past now." Taeyong replies firmly.

"Taeyong, I'll allow them to join and work with us. But I'm tired. I literally just recovered from a certain kidnapping incident." I sighed.

Hearing this, Scara and Childe began laughing.

"What's so funny?" Xiao asked with an annoyed expression.

"The expression Dottore made when he saw Taeyong and rest of Nct walk out of the mist!" Laughed Scara.

"Hmph. I miscalculated one step." Retorted Dottore, looking away with arms crossed.

"Goodness comrade did you see the death glares they gave eachother and how Dottore quickly handed Y/N back over to Taeyong?!" Laughed Childe.

Scaramouche maniacly laughed in reply and then fell over because of his big hat and faceplanted into the snow.

"Sh*t this too funny!" Cursed Scaramouche as he gave a muffled reply.

"Stop it you two!" Taeyong exclaims, though he was laughing too.

I laughed a little and then stopped when the icy cold wind hit my face.

"Hey Taeyong, I'm feeling a bit cold, I'm heading inside to go say hi to the other Nct members." I call to him.

"Alright! Meeting will start later." Taeyong nods at me.

"You'll have to get used to this Y/N, because we will be seeing eachother a lot in the future." Dottore says to me as I left.

"The cold? Never." I replied.

"If it helps, our presence will help take away the cold." Whispered Dottore as he gave me a small smile.

A year later

(After some events from Nonstop & Taeyong leaves for concerts + enlistment)

Taeyong is so busy with concerts and preparing for enlistment. How does he even balance idol life and superhero/vision wielder life?!

I'm struggling to balance my student and traveler (archon) life.

The snow scrunched beneath my combat boots as I walked with him and my friends.

"Cold?" A voice asks behind me.

I felt someone gently cuddle me into their embrace.

"Thanks." I replied to Dottore.

He then snuck a quick kiss on my cheek.

Agent Felix and Bangchan trudged behind us.

"Just how fast the night changes." Xiao sighs from next to us.

("Just how fast the night changes" credits to Facebook and Twitter memes of Kpop & Genshin memes found on the internet)

"You all ready to train?" Xiao asks us.

"Yeah, let's do this!" I nodded.

We jumped onto the snowy grounds and sparred.

Later that night

Zhongli wanted us to meet this weekend, so here we are.

Inside the spaceship, a small dinner gathering was held.

The hot chocolate was warm and sweet as I finished the drink.

"Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember, but where are those who share the memory." Zhongli replies as he drank his drink.

Dottore, who sat next to me chuckled in response.

As for me, I almost choked from laughing too much at this classic line.

Xiao and Ganyu didn't laugh, they just gave Zhongli his rex lapis plushie and qingxing flower to hold as a gesture of comfort.

Childe was hugging his whale plush.

Dottore then gently drapped a blanket over us.

"I guess the winter won't be as cold anymore with you here." I whispered to Dottore.

"Hehe. Told you so." Dottore replies.

The afternoon next day

You were looking at group pics of you and Nct, also pics of you and Dottore, Taeyong and Xiao, also with some friends of uni. Childe, Aj, Scara, Kathy, Xiao, Dottore and You enjoyed the snowed in campus.

Me: Are you all seeing this?! Time to write an enemy and lovers trope.

Dottore: *sees my phone* Interesting.

Xiao: Here we go again! *chuckles*

Childe: Still can't help but think how cute that you ended up with my comrade instead of Taeyong *starts laughing*

Me: ITS NOT FUNNY!

Childe: Just admit it you like Dottore!

Me: SHUT UP! *He's right here!*

Dottore shoved Childe and I threw a snowball at Childe.

"Ow! Ok ok! I'll stop teasing her!" Sheesh!" Childe exclaims, "possessive like Taeyong!" He then laughs again, this time at Dottore.

"You want to help me with an experiment that involves us sparring tomorrow?" Dottore suddenly asks Childe.

"No thanks!" Childe replies.

"Figures." Dottore replies.

We then got up and started a snowball fight.

"Xiao, quit eating the snow! I'll make you your favorite almond tofu if you stop eating!" Dottore yells at the Yaksha.

Xiao reluctantly stopped eating the snowballs Dottore had threw at him and smiled cutely at us.

[jainaism]

Jaina's moments in Dawn of the Aspects

Kalec dismissed the sphere, then cautiously proceeded. A faint illumination immediately spread through the area around him. It was a sign that the Nexus still responded readily to his will, which gave him a formidable line of attack. Any thief seeking the Nexus’s collection would soon rue the day. Shadows filled the great chamber, which seemed natural considering the faint illumination remaining, but there was a very slight wrongness to one area that made him wary—

“Kalec? Are you there?”

As the voice echoed through the chamber, the wrongness vanished. Instead, the Nexus alerted him to the obvious fact that someone he knew very well now called to him from the more accepted entrance to his sanctum. Someone who was none other than Jaina Proudmoore. He turned just as she entered. Jaina did not see him at first, but when she did, her expression went from open apprehension to relief. “There you are! Praise be! I was beginning to think you’d either left or . . .” Her voice trailed off without her explaining what fate she had imagined might have taken him, but Kalec did not care. There should have been no difference between seeing her actually standing before him and viewing her through the tear he had earlier created, but now the scents that Kalec had come to identify with Jaina and only Jaina reached the blue dragon. Even in his half-elven form, his senses were more acute than those of the being he resembled and, in this case, more acute than Jaina’s. She did not know how she smelled to him . . . or how welcome those scents were to the former Aspect. “Forgive me,” she went on at last, approaching him at the same time. “I tried to contact you again, and when I didn’t even sense you, I finally had to travel here myself.” His brow furrowed. Kalec was well aware just how much effort Jaina would have had to put in to journey here so quickly. While a part of him was very grateful on a number of levels at this tremendous show of concern, he reminded himself of the potential danger facing her if she came into close contact with the artifact. Even if it only cast her mind into the visions, that might prove too much for her. The artifact had taken enough of a toll on him; while very powerful, she was still human.

“You should not have concerned yourself, Jaina. I did hear you call to me, but I was in the midst of trying to revitalize some of the wards and could not risk halting the work at that point. I intended to contact you as soon as I could.”

“Kalec, you should really have some help, even if it’s me and me alone.”

Kalec knew that even if he did agree to her aiding him, no good would come of it, especially for Jaina. He remembered too well the distrust with which some of the other magi had begun to look at their leader because of her growing relationship with a blue dragon. “I’m grateful for the depths of your concern,” he began carefully, not only hoping to avoid offending her but also praying that the artifact would not choose this moment to cast him back. “But you have so many other matters you need to worry about. The others—”

“ I know about the others,” Jaina interjected just a bit sharply. “I need no counsel from them regarding what I can and cannot do! They wanted me to be their leader; now they can accept my choices.” For the moment, Kalec forgot his troubles. The last thing he wanted was for Jaina to jeopardize her position. In addition to his own concerns, he had hoped that by leaving, he would cause no more harm to the archmage.

“But as leader, you also have responsibilities to your people,” the blue dragon reminded her. “And I am not part of your people. I’m sorry I have added to your worries, Jaina. Please trust me that your place is with your own, not assisting me here.” It came out colder than he had planned. Jaina’s expression did not change, but there was a subtle shift in her gaze.

Finally nodding, she looked away. “Perhaps you’re right. Forgive me for being impetuous. I just had to come myself to see what was happening.” Her eyes returned to his. “But I take your word that you’re well, Kalec.” He kept his own eyes steady despite the guilt growing within him. “All is well.” He started to reach for her but put his hand down before she could notice the movement.

“Thank you.”

Where he had held back, Jaina chose to act. One slim hand touched his arm, remaining there long enough to make an unspoken point. Then the archmage stepped back and, with a brief smile, began her teleportation spell. When at last he was alone again, Kalec exhaled sharply. He hoped that Jaina would take to heart his reluctance to have her near and would not try to attempt any further contact. At least then, one fear of his would be no more. And as for the greatest of his fears, Kalec could think of only one course of action to take with the relic. While he could not yet prevent it from affecting him, he could make certain that it bothered no one else. That meant that more than ever, the wards had to be strengthened. At this point, no one—not even other blue dragons—could be allowed to enter the Nexus. Not until he had dealt with the situation. Kalec felt fortunate that Jaina had not come any earlier. If she had, she might have discovered the truth and endangered herself by trying to help him.

The task giving him renewed focus, Kalec headed back to where he had been working when the visions had last taken him. He prayed that he would be given the time at least to do this, if not for himself, then for the sake of Jaina or anyone else who sought entrance to the Nexus. There was no hint of anything wrong when he arrived, for which he was grateful. He considered confronting the artifact first but chose to remain with his decision. If the powers of the relic were for the moment dormant, he preferred to keep it that way. Kalec prepared himself for his work just as he had before. The ley lines appeared before his veiled gaze. He began manipulating the power, growing more satisfied with each step he completed. Within minutes, the first ward had been strengthened enough that he decided to go on to the next. The second proved even quicker to fortify. Kalec felt a rare moment of pride. It had been a long time since he had accomplished anything. He reached for the third ward. There was something attached to its spellwork, something neither he nor any blue dragon had cast. The artifact’s magic had insinuated itself in the ward. Kalec immediately withdrew for fear that he would stir up whatever the artifact intended. An unease crept over him, and he sought out the next ward. That, too, was now linked to the artifact. The former Aspect frowned, then returned his attention to the one he had just finished strengthening. Like the others, it was also linked . . . linked when it had not been a few seconds before.

Quickly dismissing the rest, he focused on the first and, not at all to his surprise, found that the artifact had also connected its power to that ward. The uneasiness swelled. Kalec took a deep breath, stepped back, and without hesitation, brought forth the entire array that formed the Nexus’s network of defensive spells. The hiss that escaped him was far more suited to his draconic form than to the half-elven one he currently wore. The former Aspect glared. The power of the artifact was now a part of each and every ward in the Nexus.

Jaina Proudmoore reappeared in her chambers, her exhaustion having more to do with Kalec than with her magical efforts. She knew that he was hiding much from her, and while she appreciated his obvious worry for her, she also resented it. Kalec was a blue dragon, and yes, that meant that he understood aspects of the magical arts in a way that even she did not, but Jaina also considered herself more than capable of facing most such situations and using human adaptability to ferret out solutions that perhaps a dragon might not think about.

She summoned a chair to her. Taking a minute to gather her thoughts, the archmage relived her visit to the Nexus. With those thoughts came guilt of her own. She had held back some of the truth from Kalec, too. Jaina had not arrived just before he had noticed her; in fact, she was the one he had almost discovered. Only a quick manipulation of magic had enabled her to focus his attention elsewhere long enough for her to shift her location to where it would seem she had just entered the area. And even that might not have been necessary if Jaina had not been concerned that Kalec would realize just how long she had been there. Long enough to discover the relic.

The archmage had no more precise name for it. Artifact. Relic. Jaina suspected that Kalec thought of it in the same terms. It was like nothing she had ever seen, and that included personal knowledge of a variety of powerful magical objects comparable to the collection stored in the Nexus. Yet if it was like nothing she had ever seen, it was not entirely a mystery to her. She did identify one significant factor, possibly something that even Kalec might not recognize. She had come across such spellwork in the past. Only twice and of a much lesser degree, but she had definitely seen its like before. It was a spellwork older than dragons, spellwork that bespoke of a unique knowledge lost to magi of her time. Spellwork that Jaina, at least, believed had ties to the legendary keepers or even the titans themselves.

The archmage had certainly not journeyed to the Nexus with such a discovery in her mind. All she had truly had to go on was her suspicion that there was something in the Nexus tied to Kalec’s strange behavior. It had been her intention to speak with him and find an excuse while doing so to use her power surreptitiously to seek anything amiss. Jaina had believed that she could do this without even Kalec sensing it. And had that opportunity not presented itself, she had plotted other ways by which she would have had some time alone to try to decipher the truth. However, all of her planning had proved unnecessary, for there had been no hint of Kalec upon her arrival. The weakened wards had made it easy to gain entrance, and once she had verified that Kalec was nowhere to be seen, she had begun to investigate her surroundings.

To her surprise, finding the relic had been quite easy. It had radiated a unique magical trace. In addition, it seemed that Kalec had not even bothered to secrete it in one of the many arcane prisons or other caches designed to hold such powerful magical items. The artifact had simply sat out in the open in the first major chamber she entered. Some might have been unnerved by the thing, but Jaina had only been fascinated. She studied its aura, admired its design, and delved as deeply as she cautiously could into its core.

But in the end, Jaina had learned little. So significant was this find that she had actually considered taking the artifact with her, even despite the near disaster created by her intention to use another relic —the Iris—in revenge for Theramore’s destruction by it at the hands of the orc Garrosh. However, before Jaina could bring herself to seize the artifact in the Nexus, the archmage had suddenly sensed Kalec nearby. Not sure how he would react to her obvious intrusion, Jaina had masked her presence as best she could, then worked to make certain that Kalec did not know she was there while she quickly shifted her location. Even then, he had almost noticed her.

Yet if Jaina did not have the artifact with her to study, she did have access to other avenues that might give her a clue to what it was and how it might be related to the changes in Kalec’s personality. Jaina was convinced that he was in desperate danger, perhaps not only to his mind but also to his body.

Jaina summoned a thick silver tome from the highest shelf. As it neared her, the book opened, and pages began flipping. A narrowing of the archmage’s eyes caused the pages to cease turning. With the book still hovering at reading level, she surveyed the contents. the archmage who had written these pages had marked the two items she was particularly interested in as remnants of the period shortly after order had been brought to Azeroth. Jaina had sought these because something in the artifact’s appearance had reminded her of something the archmage had read when first she had combed through this book for other reasons.

To the frustration, the two pages before her presented Jaina with nothing. There were details of where the items had been found and who had been involved in discovering them. There were also notations on previous studies of the titans and keepers believed to have been identified as having influenced the regions where the finds had been made. While such notes were interesting to Jaina in a scholarly way, she sought more.

The page turned. Theories about the titans and the keepers dominated, some concerning the extent of their ties to one another. Jaina started to skip farther ahead, then recalled something mentioned within the theories.

She found it: . . . as the young mage Rulfo insisted. The vision he claimed to have had from touching it suggested keeper influence in its design. Archmage Theolinus had his own theory on keeper influence in other regions ..

Jaina let out a grunt of exasperation. She skipped down past theories that she normally would have had more interest in, hoping to find what she thought she recalled. “Ah!” The name Rulfo finally came up again. It had been so long since Jaina had read through this part that she could not remember what else Rulfo had told his masters about the vision, but surely it had to be in this section.

But scarcely had she begun reading when the archmage stepped back in such shock that she accidentally canceled the spell holding the book in place. The ancient tome dropped with a loud thud on the floor, the pages now askew. Her heart pounding, Jaina knelt by the damaged book. Her concern was not for what she had allowed to happen to it but for rereading the passage. With a wave of her hand, the other pages flew by until the one she sought once again faced her.

“Rulfo . . . Rulfo . . .” Jaina muttered, seeking his name… Rulfo might have had the answer to that. His death is a sad footnote to an otherwise intriguing expedition into a study of the past… She had gone too far. The archmage went back a few paragraphs. Once there, Jaina read more carefully.

...the third day after the find. An entire afternoon of searching revealed nothing, not even with the finest spells at work. Only after dark, only when one last attempt was made, did someone find his body.

“Body,” Jaina murmured, praying that she had read wrong. According to reports, at first glance, the consensus was that he had somehow lost his way and fallen off the peak. Certainly, that explained how mangled Rulfo’s corpse was said to be. However, later conversations by the representative of the Kirin Tor with those who knew him best give indication of a peculiar and sudden madness that descended upon Rulfo prior to his disappearance. The ultimate conclusion was that this vision the young mage mentioned was the start of his insanity...

It ended there, the next paragraph continuing on with matters Jaina found for the moment tedious. Still certain that she had read more than this previously, she desperately searched the succeeding pages but to no avail. She returned to the ones she had read and studied them closely, but quickly verified that she had missed nothing.

And yet . . . somewhere she had read more.

The archmage cast her eyes upon the many tomes, scrolls, journals, and other writings before her. Within one of them, the details she hunted for surely existed. She just had to recall which one or keep looking until she found what she sought. But staring at the imposing collection, the archmage wondered if after she managed to locate the information, it would already be too late for Kalec.

part 2/?

[dabbling-translations]

Chapter 9: Witch-sama Unveils the Hot Springs to Her People But the Stench Causes an Uproar

“Come, come! Everyone, come!” (Yuo)

I invited the villagers to the hot spring unveiling. The purpose of the event is, of course, to cheer the villagers up. According to my estimations, 70 to 80% of the villagers have some kind of health problem. Given that fact, just a single fish attack like the one yesterday would’ve caused the village to crumble down. 

Public health is a pressing issue for feudal lords, you know.

We are currently by Noboribetsu Cave. Lara and I set up a few huts for people to change in and fenced the area for privacy.

“Witch-sama, thank you very much for sharing the killerfish meat with us. The villagers are feeling so much better thanks to you. Even grandpa is full!” Hannah walked towards me, shook my hands, and earnestly said her thanks.

T/N: They truly call the great earthfish a killerfish in the raws so I guess that’s that too.

Her complexion is looking better. Her smile is starting to truly look like that of a beautiful, innocent girl.

Well, it seems like the fish was really nutritious.

“Thank you very much!” the village chief bowed deeply. 

I'm glad you're happy.

By the way, let’s get down to business. It’s time to guide everyone to the hot springs.

Most of the villagers farm and hunt for a living so I’m guessing they’re gonna appreciate the hot springs’ healing properties. Just imagining them taking a breather after a full day’s work is already making me happy.

“Hieeeee! What’s that smell? It’s the first time I’ve smelled something this pungent in the village.” (Sunrise)

… Things aren’t going according to plan.

My expectations were betrayed by the village chief's outlandish voice. But I guess it’s natural to react the way he did. I forgot to warn them about the smell.

“Don't worry, this smell is very restorative!" we’re off to a rocky start but I tried to calm them down.

However, the villagers reacted…

“Hieee, what's that smell?"

“It smells like hell!"

"Restorative? More like toxic, hieeeee!"

That was how things were going. It was exactly the same as Lara's reaction. 

It’s okay, you guys will understand once you experience it.

So we started to gradually let people try the hot springs. 

“Come on, everyone, this will heal your fatigue! Just dip your feet for starters! It feels like you’re melting!” (Yuo)

As a feudal lord, it would be best if my people trusted me. But they didn’t move at all. Instead, they whispered to each other, hesitating to enter the springs, 

“Melting? She said melting! Witch-sama is asking for a sacrifice!”

“S-s-sacrifice?”

“Of course, if we don’t sacrifice someone the village would’ve been destroyed!”

“Witch-sama saved us, we have no choice but to obey!”

Their made-up narrative started to take a more sinister turn. It seems Lara’s jokes have caused them to misunderstand greatly. Even the fact that I gave away fish for free is now being framed as something malicious.

“Lara, what now? Rather than gratitude, they feel fear for me now.” naturally, I poked at the source of all gossip, Lara.

I realized they weren’t referring to me as ‘feudal lord’ or ‘young lady’. They’re fully referring to me as ‘witch-sama’.

Now, which world would have a witch with zero magic power?

“Witch-sama saved my life and gave me food. My life belongs to witch-sama. I will sacrifice myself for everyone in the village!"

I was at a loss as to how to calm the villagers down.

Hannah stepped up with a glum face and emotionally said, “No need to sacrifice them, witch-sama.”

Yes, I don’t need a sacrifice.

But you’re misinterpreting this.

“Witch-sama, thank you for being so kind to us in the short span that I knew you.” Hannah smiled solemnly.

No, you’re not gonna melt to death, okay? You’re gonna feel like you’re melting because of satisfaction.

I tried to whisper the truth to her, but she was no longer listening. She began to pray with a solemn expression on her face.

“Witch-sama, in exchange for my life, I beg you to protect this village.” (Hannah)

She said her ‘last words’ and walked towards the spring with her clothes still on.

Your resolve is noble but you really shouldn’t enter the hot springs with clothes on, Hannah.

“What a noble girl!”

“Hannah, I will never forget your sacrifice!”

“Hannah, I wish I could have sparred with you…"

As Hannah descended into the water, the villagers were all sobbing in tears. Only Lara and I had dumbfounded expressions on our faces

Huaak!

T/N: Sound of her coming out of the water.

“I'm alive! I'm alive!” a few seconds later, Hannah, who everyone else thought had died emerged from the hot spring.

In a high-pitched voice, she began squealing, ‘I'm alive! I'm alive!’ Well, duh. I'm not surprised. The water wasn't even 50 centimeters deep so the real question is how she even managed to sink.

Despite my multiple clarifications, the villagers looked at Hannah as if she just came back to life.

“Hannah came back to life!”

“It’s Witch-sama’s miracle!”

“Hannah, I didn’t actually want to spar with you!”

I told you all but no one believed me!

"... Witch-sama, this water has a stench but it feels so good! It feels like my body and soul are melting in the water!” Hannah exclaimed from the center of the hot spring.

She started to tell the other villagers how good the spring water felt.

Hey, don’t disrespect the spring’s smell!

“She's alive! And I hear it feels good!"

“Is that true? I really thought if anyone got into that pool they would melt and die.”

“Ugh, it still smells bad though.”

The villagers were still half-convinced and uttered words of bewilderment but one man silenced them with a single sentence, “All right, I'll go in and see if it's true.”

It was the village chief-ojiisan. Due to his poor health, the villagers had to assist him. He slowly stepped into the hot spring with a curious expression on his face, still wearing his clothes.

You’re really supposed to take your clothes off before entering the spring.

Well, getting naked in front of a crowd does feel weird so we’re gonna have to finalize hot spring etiquette. We’d also have to make pictures to aid the instruction so even illiterate villagers could still understand.

“… I see, I see." (Village chief)

If it were me, I would have exclaimed how good it felt just stepping into the water but the village chief only mumbled his reaction. I wonder if it’s just because of his patience. As people always say, one becomes more tolerant of things with age.

"Hmm, this is… this is nice” in no time, the village chief was already swimming around, relaxingly floating on his back.

It’s complicated but surprisingly looks comfortable. I'll try that next time.

After enjoying the hot spring for a bit, the village chief got out of the water and said to himself, "......What's going on here?

“Hey, something’s different…"

“That’s the village chief, right?"

All the villagers were confused. The village chief’s normally hunched posture was surprisingly straightened. Before he entered the hot spring, he was barely able to walk without assistance. But now, his posture is straight and has a firm stance.

“Grandpa, he can walk by himself!” Hannah, his granddaughter, exclaimed in surprise.

I don't know if it's the power of the hot springs, but the village chief’s legs seem to have healed a bit.

“It's a miracle! The witch performed a miracle!”

“Was that strange smell the smell of a miracle?”

The villagers were astonished to see the village chief suddenly start walking. They interpreted the smell of the hot spring in a strange way, I don't understand it either.

“How did the village chief's legs even get healed?”

“Thank you so much, witch-sama!” the village chief, soaking wet, got down on his knees and thanked me on the spot.

No, no, no, it's not that big a deal. It was really just a coincidence.

'Hmm, now all of you finally understand how great master is. Well then, please help us develop the hot springs starting tomorrow. Developing the springs will benefit all the residents anyway." (Lara)

“Understood! For witch-sama, please let me do it.” (Village chief)

“Let's do it!” Lara forcefully wrapped the conversation up.

No, this isn’t right!

I’m not a witch!

I don’t even have any magic power!

I tried to raise my voice in protest but it was drowned out by cheers of, "Hooray, witch-sama!”

I’m glad the villagers know of the hot springs now, but Lara’s taking things to another level.

“I'll do anything for master!” Lara says this with a smile.

I appreciate how earnest she is but it’s kinda…

T/N: The translations are subpar for this chapter. It’s quite long and I’m very sleepy. I’ll try to edit this at a later time. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and any corrections are greatly appreciated, just refer to the corrections panel on the navigation bar.

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[britomart]

and you want to travel with him and you want to travel blind and then you think maybe you’ll trust him for he's touched your perfect body with his mind

— leonard cohen, suzanne 

[ladyfogg]

We Live for Love - Part 2

We Live for Love – Part 2

Fic Summary: Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same. Masterpost. 

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Season Finale Spoilers

Fic Song: We Live for Love by Pat Benatar. Full fic playlist on Spotify.

A/N: Look, this was supposed to be slow burn but apparently these nerds are super fucking in love and nothing I can do can stop them. Trust me, I’ve tried. Right now my plan is to have this be four parts. We’ll see if they make me change my mind though lol.

The next morning, you hop out of bed well before your alarm goes off. All night you were thinking of Eddie and the “almost kiss” and you can’t wait to see him again. It was like the last two years never happened. Like your body pressed pause on your crush and then fast forward the moment you two were in the same room.

You take a quick shower and for once you don’t complain that the water is cold. Another lovely side effect of the mess Hawkins is dealing with. Although, your shower was always cold because the old landlord never bothered to replace the hot water heater. In the back of your mind, you add that to the list of many things you want to take care of when time and resources allow. Once you’re done with your shower, you proceed to spend the next few minutes trying to decide what to wear. Not that you think Eddie really cares but you care.

Shit, what should you do? Casual? Sexy? Sexy-casual? Wait, is that even a thing?

Huffing in annoyance at yourself, you remember that there are way more important things to worry about. Also, you have to walk so it’s better to be comfortable. You choose a pair of jeans and a shirt with the D&D logo. You know people in town are still freaked out about the game but you don’t fucking care. It’s fun, it doesn’t hurt anyone, and you know Eddie will love it.

There’s a knock on the front door of the store just as you finish getting dressed.

You poke your head out the window to see the mailman, who waves up at you. You forgot that before everything happened you had ordered a bunch of new things for the store! You’re surprised with everything going on they still got delivered.

Racing down to meet him, you throw open the shop door to find a stack of packages. The postal worker pushes a clipboard at you with paperwork to sign. Once that’s done, he promptly gets back into his truck without a word and takes off to the next place. He doesn’t even wait for you to thank him.

With zero help, you carry the boxes one by one into the shop.

They couldn’t have come at a better time. You search each one, tearing off the tape in a frenzy to get into the box. There is one, in particular, you’re looking for and when you find it, you get ridiculously excited.

After shoving a few choice items into your bag, you leave the shop, making sure to lock up behind you before you set off for the hospital.

Things are still hectic, even in the early morning. While the steady stream of residents leaving is dwindling, the amount of rescue and emergency vehicles are not. Firetrucks still race from fire to fire, and ambulances still screech by on the way to the hospital. Missing person posters cover every available surface and those loved ones who are looking walk the street as well, handing out flyers and asking questions. You get stopped at least a dozen times and take each piece of paper handed to you, carefully putting them in your bag. You promise to check the hospital on your rounds but there’s not much else you can offer but comforting words.

You’ve never been involved in a natural disaster before. The scope of it makes you feel small and insignificant. You have no idea how Hawkins will come back from this or IF it can come back. All you can do is take it one day at a time and help however you can.

When you get to the hospital, the nurses are way too busy to talk or pay attention to you this time. You don’t have a list to work from but at this point, you don’t need it. As much as you want to rush over to see Eddie, once again you decide to leave his room for last. That way you can spend the rest of the day with him if he wants you to at least. You get the feeling that he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.  

Your mind has been replaying the events of the day before constantly. It’s on a loop. The hand holding, the gentle caress of his thumb against your chin, the way his eyes grew hooded when he started to lean in, how your body screamed for you to kiss him, kiss him right now!

You’re so focused on what almost happened, that you don’t realize you’re getting funny looks from people. It takes you a second to remember your D&D t-shirt. Geez, even with everything going on people are still worried about the wrong thing. You’re not going to let it get you down and you’re not going to shrink away. With every dirty look, you give a big smile in return and a cheerful, “Good morning!”

In Max’s room, Lucas isn’t reading this time. He’s sitting quietly, staring at the young girl. When you walk in, he barely glances your way. Even without knowing them very well, you can see how much he cares about her.

“Hey, man,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Have you been here all night? You really need to get some sleep.”

“No, I just got here,” Lucas says. “I trade off with her mom every few hours.”

It pains you to hear the heartbreak in his voice, to see the sadness in his eyes. You reach into your bag and pull out one of the new comics that came in that morning. “Here, I have something for Max. She’s been in the shop a couple of times and I know she likes Wonder Woman. Not sure if she’s read this one yet but it’s hers.”

Lucas smiles softly, taking the comic from you. “Thanks. This means a lot, you know.”

“I do what I can.”

Lucas’s eyes stray to your shirt. “Wait, you play D&D?”

“Hell yeah. Do you?”

He nods excitedly. “My friends and I are part of the Hellfire Club and we’ve played for years.”

Hawkins really is a small town. “Well, I want to plan a D&D night,” you say. “If you want, I can run a game for you guys at the shop. I know it’s probably the last thing on anyone’s mind right now but we could all use an escape, some time to think about something else.”

“Cool, I’ll talk to the others.”

There’s a knock on the door and you turn to see a few kids around Lucas’s age huddled in the entry to the room as if they don’t know if they can come in. Lucas urges them forward with a wave and introduces you to them and them to you.

“This is Mike, Will, and Ele-I mean, Jane,” he says. “Guys, she runs the bookstore. She was just talking about running a D&D game at some point.”

Mike and Will perk up at the idea while Jane gives a small shrug. “I’ve never played.”

“Don’t worry, I can teach you,” you offer with a smile. There’s no way you’re going to let another girl avoid trying the game because of the stupid boys club mentality that seems to come with it. “It’s not that hard once you get the basic rules down. It’s essentially group storytelling. No pressure or anything. Like I told Lucas, I’m sure the last thing on people’s minds is playing games right now. But I’m up for it if you guys need something to help unwind.”

“I’m in,” Will says immediately. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played.”

“We’re in too,” Jane declares. She and Mike are holding hands and smiling at each other. “It’ll be nice to learn finally.”

“Yeah, and like you said, it’ll be nice to focus on something else. Even if it’s for a few hours,” Mike says. “We’ll see if Dustin or the others will be up for it. Might be a big group.”

“Great, the more the merrier. Then it’s settled. Tomorrow. We’ll start at three at the shop. Just bring yourselves, I’ll take care of everything else.”

It’s like now that your brain has something to plan, to think about, you’re feeling somewhat useful. You’re definitely excited not just to be able to play but that your idea is being so well-received. Of course, these kids are definitely younger than you and you were hoping for a slightly older crowd but, hey, you’re not going to complain. They need the distraction as much as anyone does. Moreso, you think as you look back at Max. Lucas’s friends crowd around her bed and you take that as a sign it’s time for you to go. With a wave at everyone, you push your cart back out into the hall.

You hope that Eddie will be well enough to be able to join your game. You’re not sure when he can leave the hospital.

Speaking of Eddie.

You rush through the rest of your rounds so you can get to him faster, even more excited to see him and tell him about the game. This time when you go into his room, however, he’s not alone. The Henderson kid from the day before is at his bedside, along with Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley.

“Wow, full house in here,” you joke, trying to ease your nervousness.

Eddie gives you that fucking beautiful smile of his and says your name excitedly. “Guys, this is my friend,” he tells the others, motioning to you. “Used to be in classes together way back when.”

“You went to class?” Henderson asks.

Eddie shoves him playfully.

There are butterflies in your stomach at Eddie’s excitement that you’re there. Smiling, you wave at the others. “Sup, Harrington,” you say, nodding at Steve. “Hey, Robin.”

You three had run into each other a couple of times throughout the last year when you went to the video store for some rentals. If the bookstore had a slow day, you’d sometimes close early so you could go over and shoot the shit with them. Nancy you knew from school, though haven’t seen or talked to her as much. Even still, she gives you a warm smile.

“And I’m Dustin,” the Henderson kid says with a wide smile. “And we were all just leaving.”

“What? We just got here!” Steve says confused.

Robin also looks confused. “Am I missing something? Why do we have to leave?”

“No, Dustin’s right, we’re leaving,” Nancy says, pushing Steve towards the door. “Come on, guys.” She grabs Robin’s hand and pulls her along.

“Wait, careful!” Robin exclaims, nearly crashing into your book cart before you have a chance to scoot out of the way. “You know I don’t do well moving fast!”

Dustin brings up the rear, shooing all of Eddie’s friends out of the room before giving you another bright, and knowing smile. “See ya, Eddie!” He all but slams the door behind him.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Damn, I’ve never been one to clear a room before,” you say, looking at Eddie in amusement. “Was it something I said?”

Eddie’s smile widens. “Hardly. Sorry, Henderson lacks subtly.” He pats the spot next to him on the bed. “Have a seat.”

Your heart starts pounding in your chest and your hands are suddenly very clammy. It’s very hard to catch your breath and nothing’s even happened yet. You take the offered seat on the bed and just like that, you’re close to him again. The gauze around his head is gone, leaving a large bandage near his hairline. The bruising on his face is starting to turn yellow at the edges, though his arms are still tightly wrapped in gauze. Now that you’re taking the time to look, it doesn’t seem like his arms are broken or anything, just covered.

Without meaning to, you reach out to gingerly touch the bandage on his head. “Does it hurt?” you ask.

“Only when someone pokes it like that.”

You wince and pull your hand away. “Sorry!”

He catches it, slotting his fingers with yours as he pulls it close to his chest. “Don’t worry about it.”

His other hand cups the back of your neck and the next thing you know, he’s pulling you into a searing kiss. It’s so sudden it takes you by surprise and your brain needs a minute to register what’s happening. And boy is it happening. You’re kissing Eddie Munson, actually kissing Eddie Munson. Or, more accurately, he’s kissing the hell out of you while you sit there like a bump on a log. Once that thought comes through, everything speeds up. You slide your hand into his hair and kiss him back feverishly as if your life depends on it. That heat from the day before is now a raging inferno. His lips are soft and eager against yours and when you open your mouth, his tongue immediately fills the space, stroking and exploring everything it can reach.

He smells like summer nights by the campfire, and he tastes like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You can’t even bring yourself to pause and catch your breath. You have to keep kissing him otherwise you’re going to go crazy. Your body is screaming for more and you let it tell you what it wants. It’s not until you full-on straddle him that you remember where you are and break the kiss with a gasp.

Eddie’s staring up at you with those beautiful brown eyes, the edges of his mouth turned up in a lopsided grin. His cheeks are red and his lips glisten in the florescent lights.

“Shit, sorry, I got carried away,” you pant, yet make no attempt to move.

“It’s okay. Totally fine.”

He yanks you down into another kiss, his hand cradling the back of your head again to keep you in place. You can’t help but moan softly, which makes him hold you tighter. The hardness of his body beneath the thin hospital sheets is tantalizingly within reach and when he thrusts his hips up seeking some kind of friction, you’re more than happy to give it. But when you put your weight on him, he makes a noise of pain and you jerk away.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t even think…” You hurry to get off him. “You’re in the hospital for fuck’s sake. I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

“No, no, no, wait, come back.” He doesn’t let you get very far before he’s kissing you, tugging on your shirt to try to get you to straddle him again.

This time, however, your brain is a little more focused and you draw back. “You’re injured. I don’t want to hurt you even more.”

“Please, please hurt me. I don’t care.”

He dives in for one more kiss and you meet him halfway, this time being more mindful of his injured body. Instead of straddling him, you stay sitting on the bed but that doesn’t mean your kiss is tamer. It’s just as desperate as his. You’ve waited years for this moment and, if you’re not mistaken, Eddie is acting like he has too.

When breathing becomes necessary, you reluctantly break away. Eddie remains close, his hand stroking your cheek and his loving gaze taking you in.

“That was…unexpected,” you say.

“Figured I’d make up for being interrupted yesterday.”

“I approve.”

“Also I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

“Really?”

He nods, his nose nuzzling yours. “Really.”

This time the kiss is gentle, slow, almost like he’s savoring it. You know you are. Your body melts against his and it’s like every muscle breathes a sigh of relief. The two of you enjoy a few lazy kisses like you have all the time in the world.

The next time you pull back, he gives you a dazzling smile.

“That was…” You try to find the right word.

“Hot? Sexy? Awesome? Fucking amazing?”

You laugh. “Yeah, all of the above.” You smile, stroking his cheek this time, touching his face to tell yourself that it’s all real and this is actually happening. “I suppose we should probably talk about all this.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He pauses before wagging his eyebrows. “Or…”

He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. You’re kissing him before he says another word. Now that you are finally getting what you want, there’s no way you can stop yourself. Eddie seems to be thinking the same thing.

Minutes tick by and you barely notice, too focused on the hot man who’s devouring your mouth like he’s starving. You feel heat behind you, and it’s then that you realize, Eddie’s hand slid under your shirt and is resting on your lower back. The skin-to-skin contact almost makes you combust. Every nerve is on end, drawing attention to the stroke of his callous fingers. Even still, you need a second to catch your breath, to think about what’s happening.

You break the kiss but stay close, unable and unwilling to put any kind of distance between you two. “Don’t you think we’re moving a little fast?”

Eddie purses his lips. Once more, his hand returns to stroke your cheek, his knuckles gently stroking over the tender flesh. “When you think you’re going to die, when your life flashes before your eyes, you start to think of all the stuff you didn’t get to do. And for me, there was one thought.”

“What was it?”

He smiles. “I thought of you.”

“And that you didn’t get to do me?”

At that, he laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. “Among other things. Mostly, I didn’t fucking take the chance to ask you out when I had it.”

“So do it now.”

“Will you go out with me?”

You hum and pretend to think, moving to rest with him in bed. His arm slides around you, pulling you closer. “I don’t know,” you tease. “I may need more convincing.”

“Oh, I can make that happen.”

The rest of the day passes in a blur of kisses and soft touches. Nothing more than that physically but a hell of a lot more emotionally. You two talk, catching each other up on what’s been going on aside from the earthquake. That smile of his never leaves, never even wavers. Eventually, you get out of his bed and sit in the chair, but that’s only because you hear one of the doctors coming and you don’t want them to kick you out for snuggling and making out with the patient.

The doctor doesn’t care. He barely even pays attention to you two as he does his rounds and moves on. You’re a little annoyed by his indifference but Eddie waves it off and your catching up continues.

By the time night rolls around, you’re tired and hungry but don’t want to leave his side. Eddie has been holding your hand pretty much the entire time and squeezes it when he notices your eyes drooping.

“You should go get some rest,” he says.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“It’s okay, my uncle should be coming by soon anyway.”

You raise your joined hands and press his hand to your cheek. “Yeah, but you’re super cute and I want to make out some more.��

He bites his bottom lip as he smiles. “You have no idea what hearing you say that is doing to me.”

“Maybe once you’re out of here you can show me.”

“You fucking know I will.”

You kiss again, this one filled with silent promises and a tease of what’s to come when you can finally have him all to yourself. Even though he was the one to suggest you go home, he has a hard time letting you go, insisting on pulling you in for “one more kiss” each time to try to stand up. It makes you stupidly giddy and you can’t stop smiling.

“Alright, alright,” you say, finally detaching yourself from his embrace. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning. It’s not my volunteer day so I can just hang out with you.”

“Fucking awesome. Looking forward to it.”

You study him for a moment, basking in the warmth flooding from him, your heart so full it feels like it can burst. Being with him all day and finally taking stock of all his injuries makes you realize how incredibly lucky he is to still be alive. And how lucky you are that he is. “I’m glad you’re safe,” you say.

Eddie brings your hand to his lips and places a peck on your knuckles. “I’m glad you’re safe too.”

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

You reach into your bag and pull out a small pouch. Eddie smiles. “What’s this? You got me a present?”

“Technically I bought it for myself but I think you should have them.”

Eddie opens the pouch and turns it upside down in his palm. Seven dice slide out. His eyes widen he looks up excitedly. “Oh man! You’re giving me dice?”

“Trust me, I have plenty. Besides, these made me think of you.”

The dice are black with swirls of red through them. On the twenty-sided one, where the number one should be is a skull and crossbones. Eddie closes his hand around the dice and with his free hand, cups the back of your head again. “I love them. Come here.”

A few more kisses are exchanged before you extract yourself from him for good this time. Not that you want to. If you could stay there all night kissing him you would. “You can use them when you join my game tomorrow.”

“So you’re actually going to do it? That’s sick! I didn’t know you had set a date.”

“I’m running it mostly for Lucas Sinclair and his friends. And I know you’re always the one being the Dungeon Master. Figured you’d like to be a player for once.”

“Babe, you can be my dungeon master any day.”

You grin, leaning in to place a quick peck on his cheek. “For that, we’d have to be alone, though,” you whisper in his ear.

Eddie groans as you draw away. “God damn it, woman, don’t say shit like that to me when you have to leave.”

“Something for you to think about later.”

“Trust me, I will.”

As much as it pains you to leave Eddie, you do, with the promise of coming back as soon as possible. He smiles from his bed, wiggling his fingers in a silly wave. God, you are absolutely falling for that nerd. It turns out to be a good thing you leave when you do because on your way out you pass Eddie’s uncle. At least you know he won’t be alone for the next few hours.

Night has fallen by now and it’s dark when you step out of the hospital. You don’t really notice or care. It’s like you’re walking on clouds and it takes all you have not to skip down the street like a schoolgirl with a crush. Because it’s so much more than that. You know it is. You can feel it in your bones. You’re smiling the entire time, your mind thinking of the hours you’ve spent with Eddie.

“Hey! Hey, you!”

It takes you a second to realize someone is trying to get your attention. With a frown, you look back to see two guys wearing letterman jackets. They’re leaning against a car, both eyes on you as you walk. At first, you think they’re just some assholes catcalling the first woman that crosses their path, but then you see their eyes stray to your D&D shirt.

“Can I help you?” you ask.

“You shouldn’t wear shirts like that,” one says. “That Dungeons and Dragons shit isn’t welcome around here.”

“We are literally in the middle of a natural disaster. I don’t give two shits what you think about my t-shirt.”

The other guy speaks up, standing up straight next to his buddy. “He’s right. You should be careful. You never know who’s watching.”

A chill runs down your spine but there’s no way you’re going to let some teenage pissants intimidate you. “How about you two run home to your mommies?” you ask. “I’m sure they’re wondering where their mediocre offspring are. Hope you guys have a nice life knowing you peaked in high school.”

You keep walking, and even though you know they aren’t following you, you can feel their eyes burning holes in the back of your head.

When you get to the bookstore, you make sure to double lock the doors. The street outside is empty but it takes a long time for you to shake off the feeling of unease. To take your mind off things, you spend the next hour or so moving things around the shop and making room for the game. It’s the first one you’re running yourself and the excitement is enough to make you forget about those assholes. You go to bed excited for the first time in a long time.

The next morning, you wake up refreshed and eager to get to the hospital. You don’t even look at the time. You throw on whatever clothes you can find, pop an Eggo waffle into the toaster, and eat it as you’re flying out the door.

The morning is cool and for the first time in weeks, you don’t hear the sounds of sirens or fire trucks racing by. But before you can go see your man, because you absolutely referring to him as your man already in your head, there is one stop you have to make. You have another box to donate to the shelter, this time one that’s filled with comic books. You are walking that way when a car slowly pulls up beside you.

Immediately, you think of the two guys from the night before, and your body tenses, before you hear Steve call your name. You relax, turning to look at him. “Hey, Harrington.”

“Where are you headed? Need a ride?”

“Yeah, that’ll be great, actually.”

“Get in!”

You open the door to the back and shove the box in there before climbing into the passenger’s seat. “Thanks for the ride,” you say as he pulls back onto the main road. “I thought you were some douchey teenagers.”

“Let me guess, the ones with lettermen jackets?”

“Bingo.”

Steve nods. “Yeah, those assholes are pissy that their best friend was found guilty of murder. They’re harassing pretty much everyone.”

“Apparently they didn’t like my Dungeons and Dragons t-shirt.”

“Yup, that’ll do it.”

“So when did you become friends with Eddie?” you ask. The question has been on your mind since the morning before when you walked in on him and the others in Eddie’s room. He and Harrington never really hung out in the same circles so you were more than surprised to see him.

“It’s a long story.” Steve doesn’t elaborate. Like with Eddie, you get the sense he doesn’t really want to talk about it.

“Well, I’m glad you guys are hanging out. I hate the way this town is treating him.”

“Eddie’s a good guy, and I don’t think it’s any surprise that he has a massive crush on you.”

Your cheeks immediately get warm and you chuckle. “The feeling is mutual.”

“So I was told.” At your questioningly look, he chuckles. “Dustin Henderson. The kid can’t keep a secret to save his life. He said he walked in on you guys the other day. Nancy put two and two together.”

“Walked in sounds like we were doing something. We weren’t. But…yeah there’s something there.”

Steve smirks. “Nothing like the end of the world to bring two people together.” There’s a hint of…something in his voice that you can’t quite place. You know he dated Nancy back in school but you also know they had been broken up for years. Seeing them together yesterday, you couldn’t help wondering if there were still some sparks.

“Hey, you and Nancy should come to the D&D game I’m running later. Bring Robin too. Lucas and his friends are coming and I’m sure Dustin will be joining them.”

Normally that is way too many people for one game but you’re desperate for human interaction and if Eddie’s going to be there, you want him to be surrounded by people who care about him.

“You sure you want to let the whole gang into your shop?” Steve asks teasingly. “Once you do, you won’t be able to get rid of them. I should know. I’ve been their de-facto babysitter for like two years now.”

You laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Then count me in. Even though I have no idea what Dungeons and Dragons even is.”

“You’ll learn.”

He motions to the box in the back. “Are those for the shelter? Because I’m headed there now. I can just take it for you and drop you off at the hospital.”

“Perfect, thanks, Steve.”

You two talk for a bit before he pulls up outside the hospital and you get out, thanking him for the ride. He gives you a mock salute. “Tell Eddie we’ll see him later.”

“I will.”

Eddie is asleep when you slip into his room. His uncle is wide awake, sitting in the chair by his bed and staring off into space. When he sees you, he clears his throat and sits up. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, Mr. Munson,” you say before you introduce yourself. “I’m a friend of Eddie’s.”

“Yeah, he told me about you. Said you would be coming by.”

He gets up from the chair. “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you say quietly, not wanting to wake Eddie. “I can come back later.”

“No need. I have to get some rest. Figure things out.” Mr. Munson scratches absentmindedly at the stubble on his chin. “Glad he has so many friends to stick by him.”

“He’s a great guy.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who sees it.”

You take the seat Mr. Munson offers and, after an awkward pat on your shoulder, he leaves. Eddie is still fast asleep so you make yourself comfortable and just watch. His face, usually so expressive and full of life, is relaxed and serene. It makes you think of waking up next to him and seeing him like this, how you would cuddle close and wake him up with soft kisses.

Dear god. All it took was twenty-four hours with Eddie back in your life for you to turn into a lovestruck mess.

You’re not there for more than five minutes when he stirs and opens those brown eyes. As soon as he sees you, he smiles sleepily. “Morning, gorgeous.”

“Good morning, handsome.” You lean forward and place a kiss on his forehead.

There’s a knock on the door and you pull away before it opens. Instead of Dustin like you were expecting, it’s the same doctor from the day before. He is holding Eddie’s chart, studying it as he enters the room. His expression is pinched like he’d rather be somewhere else.

“Time to check those bandages, Mr. Munson,” he says, ignoring you and moving to stand on the other side of Eddie’s bed.

Eddie takes your hand and you hold it for dear life as the doctor checks his wounds. The bandages on one of his arms are peeled away and you gasp when you see the collection of cuts and bruises. What the hell would cause all of that? Those cuts don’t look like they could have been made by anything you’re familiar with. And are those bite marks? What the actual fuck?! It almost looks like he was scratched and bit by an animal. Or multiple animals.

His other arm isn’t much better.

Your hands stay clasped together until the doctor is done. “Looks like you’re healing fairly well,” the man concludes. “And your blood work looks good. We should have you out of here in an hour.”

You frown. While it’s great to hear that Eddie’s doing okay, he’s clearly still incredibly injured and it didn’t seem right to you that he leave the hospital. At least not yet. “Don’t you think that’s a little soon?”

The doctor doesn’t even acknowledge your presence or that you said anything. Eddie doesn’t like that. “She asked you a question, doc.”

“We need the beds.”

The doctor jots something down on Eddie’s chart and then he’s gone a second later. He never made eye contact with you or Eddie the entire time he was there. Eddie sighs and sits up in bed. Your eyes travel to the marks on his arms, which are still visible now that the gauze that wrapped them is gone. There are still bandages over some of the more severe wounds. Through his hospital gown, you can see his wrapped torso and it makes you wonder how bad those wounds must be.

“That’s not right for them to kick you out like that,” you say. “You’re just as hurt as some of the others and they aren’t kicking them out.”

“No one wants a cult leader hanging around the hospital,” Eddie says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Bad for business and all that.”

You huff in anger. Fuck this town and fuck that doctor in particular. “Where are you going to go?”

Eddie shrugs. “I guess with my uncle to the shelter.”

So that’s what his uncle was saying when he meant “figure things out”. He knew they would be releasing Eddie early.

You know what the shelter is like, know that people are still talking shit about Eddie and calling him a murderer. Apparently, it doesn’t matter that someone else was found guilty. In their minds, Eddie is still the guilty one. You don’t like the idea of Eddie being weak and vulnerable around all those people.

“Or…” you say, your throat going dry as the suggestion pops into your head. “You can stay with me.”

Eddie’s eyes flit up to meet yours. Just like that, the heat that was simmering below the surface comes bubbling up. “You want me to stay with you?”

You nod excitedly. The more you think about it, the more you’re loving the idea. “I have the space and you can actually get some peace and quiet while you recover.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You wouldn’t. It would actually make me feel a hell of a lot better because I’d know you were safe.”

Eddie ponders your suggestion and your stomach flutters, worried he’s going to turn you down. After about a minute or so, his eyes meet yours again, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“One question though,” he says, squeezing your hand and raising his eyebrow. “Do I get the couch or the bed?”

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Haikyuu! Drabble: When you get hurt (minor injuries)

Note: Ugggghhhhhhh I love these men. Honestly. wtf. How can you have so many good guys in one anime. Also please don’t take this as a sign that I’ll stop posting for Genshin, but you know, give me some space to hype over my other fandoms please XD

Warnings: it’s seriously just plain fluff

Characters: Kageyama, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Ushijima

Kageyama

“What happened to your knee?”

Is the first thing he says, his face as serious as ever, eyes looking at your bandaged knee as he approaches you in class. You laugh nervously as you unwound the school bag away from your shoulder, placing it on your desk.

“Ah, I was walking Momo-chan last night...But you know, he’s gotten so big and I guess I was a little distracted...He saw a squirrel and just went running for it and...” you trail off, feeling Kageyama’s aura change. You knew he was about to call you reprimand you, and sure enough, he says “Idiot,” just as he would to Hinata.

On closer inspection you also had a bandage around your wrist. He guessed that you tried to hold on to the leash and it dragged your hand across the pavement. 

After berating you with that one word, he wouldn’t say anything else about it. But he would, whenever he could, show some concern that you wouldn’t usually see. “I’ll take that,” he grabs your lunch box from you and you look up at him all confused as to why he’s carrying it for you today. 

But, he stops at the door of the classroom and then turns around. “Actually, let’s just eat here,” as opposed to the school rooftop where the two of you usually ate. 

And then, at the end of the school day, before you could even lift your bag over your shoulder, he’s already there and lifting it on HIS shoulder. You’re dumbfounded. “Are you going to your club? I’ll walk you first then go to mine,” 

Then it hits you. It’s because you’re hurt, and he didn’t want you to strain your knee or wrist anymore. You secretly smile but let him do what he wants. There was no stopping him when he set his mind to it after all. “Tobio-kun, you know, it’s just a scrape, I can still do things by myself,” 

“Shut up and just let me do it...” he mutters under his breath, until he drops you off to your club and goes his own way. 

And then, as your nightly routine to walk Momo-chan, you’re stunned when you see your boyfriend standing there, outside your house gates. Hands in his pockets. “T-Tobio?” 

He lived close by, but still, you didn’t expect him to be there. He snatches the leash away from you, your dog is just happily gazing at the two of you, tail swishing wildly at the fact that TWO of his favourite people are walking him today. And again, Kageyama says,

“...I need to go for a run anyway,”

Tsukishima

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a Tsukishima-san,”

A girl in the basketball team uniform appears at the doorway of the gym, all members turn to her as she bows and straightens up. Tsukishima sighs in relief. Finally an actual excuse to rest from training. 

“That’s me,” he towers over the girl, who only blinks up at him, slightly intimidated. “Ah, uh, yeah...Y/N said that you have her spare glasses?” His eyebrows perk up. Right. You were in the basketball team, for some reason he always forgot that detail. 

He turns away without a word and goes to his bag. He did, indeed, have your spare glasses. You left it at his house last time during a study session, being the airhead that you are. He retrieves it but before handing the black box to the girl, he asks. “What happened to the ones she has?” 

He wasn’t thinking much of it. Perhaps someone accidentally stepped on it, or maybe you even accidentally broke it.

"The ball hit her face,” 

“Is she--”

The words of worry practically dies on his lips. He could feel and sense Yamaguchi and Sugawara listening in to the conversation and he’d drop dead before getting caught being worried for someone. But still, this is why he always told you that you needed sports glasses. A scratch to the eye could be dangerous.

He sighs pretty loudly, and turns to face Sugawara who was off court, standing next to Yamaguchi who was also taking a small break. “Sugawara-san, I’ll be back,” There’s a big smile on his vice captain’s face, same as Yamaguchi who knew that his friend was actually worried. 

Tsukishima ignored their stupid smiles.

“Oh! Kei,” You look up as the door to the school clinic opened, you were just sitting on one of the beds, legs moving back and forth and waiting for your teammate to retrieve the spare glasses for you. Tsukishima said that he’d handle it and as he passed the black box to you he grabs your chin and turns it in his hands, looking at your eyes. 

There was a cut under your left eye that was already patched up. He releases your face when he was sure it was actually nothing serious, only to cross his arms and smirk at you. “See, I told you that hard head of yours would come in handy. Also receive the ball with your hands, not your face,”

You puff your cheeks out in annoyance and put your spare glasses on, feeling brand new. “Sure did, but my glasses aren’t as strong as my skull,” you sulked and he only blinked. “and I was taking a break! Then suddenly I see the ball coming at me, I don’t think that’s my fault!”

“I believe you. Your team has horrid ball passing skills after all,” he’s relentless with his insults but you knew that’s just the way he was. The fact that he came all the way to the school clinic told you enough about his worry. So, you ignore his last remark and smile up at him, “Thanks for checking on me, Kei,” 

He clicks his tongue but places his hand on your head, “Let’s get you new ones tomorrow, and maybe now you’ll listen to me about those sports glasses,” 

Oikawa

“She’s absent today,”

Oikawa’s face fell. You hadn’t told him anything about being sick or being unwell today. He wondered what happened. However, despite his looks and carefree personality, the Aoba Johsai captain was someone who was actually quite detailed. “In that case, can someone pass me her homework? I’ll go and deliver it to her!”

Safe to say your classmates were always surprised at how much the captain doted on you. He wasn’t always doing it openly, but at least he was thoughtful and thorough.

“Y/N-chan~ How could you leave me all alone in school today?” You could practically hear the pout from the other side of the line. He’d gone to the school grounds to get some private time to call you. 

“Sorry Toru, I can’t really walk properly. It should be fine in a few days though,”

His heart did a little leap, worry etching itself on his features. “What do you mean? What happened?”

The pout in his voice was gone, replaced by what you always called “the captain voice”. 

“I sprained my ankle...It’s a long and stupid story...” you laughed but you heard him sigh. “Well, I have no choice then. Your prince will visit you after-school today!”

You didn’t think he really would. He had volleyball practice and he took those seriously. But at 8 pm, just as you finished dinner, your doorbell rang and next thing you knew he was in your room. 

Your mother just LOVED him. Sometimes you thought even more than you. She was unaware of how hyper Oikawa actually was. He certainly knew how to play his cards right. 

“Alright princess, let me see that foot,” While you were sitting on your chair he practically bent down on on one knee and inspected it. He did kind of look like a prince like that, with his volleyball jacket. Then he suddenly plopped on the floor with his legs crossed. “AAhhhh! That sucks you won’t come to school for a few days!” He was whining again and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

Without fail, every day that you were absent, he showed up at your house after practice.

Bokuto

It’s not that you were particularly clumsy. You were actually a pretty careful person, and that’s why Bokuto always trusted your cooking skills over his. Baking a cake shouldn’t be too hard, but you were rather unfamiliar with the oven at his place.

“Mm, so, it says here to just leave it in the oven for 45 minutes!” he has this big smile on his face and you shake the batter in the round container again. The oven had already been pre-heated and when you open the door to it, hot air greets you. 

You took the round container in your hand, and push it in. It sits just at the front of the oven and you really hate it when that happens, so, with your boyfriend still focused on the recipe (and without mittens cause you think it’ll just be quick push) you try to inch the round cake pan further in with your hand. At one point, you accidentally touch the inside of the hot oven and you recoil your hand with a loud gasp. 

“WHAT?! What what what?!” Bokuto flings the recipe book away and clutches at your hand. In all honesty it didn’t hurt that much, but you had made contact on the hot surface just enough for it to sting and startle you. “Nothing Kou, I just accidentally touched the oven,” you laugh sheepishly but he’s pulling you over to the sink.

The boy is panicking.

“Water!” You’re amazed at how he even knows what to do, running water now splashing on your hand. It wasn’t even enough to burn you, it was just a little red, that’s all. “K-Kou, it’s totally fine,” 

But he turns to you with a waterfall of tears running down his eyes and his hair has deflated from it’s usual spiky style. “I-I’m so useless!” 

‘Ah there he goes,’ you think. But you’ve been trained by Akaashi how to handle these kinds of outbursts from him. “Not at all Kou-kun, you mixed the batter so perfectly. I usually get tired when I do that, but you have really strong arms! Next time I’ll let you handle the oven too, is that okay?”

He stares at you blankly for a moment. The tears have disappeared and his lips oh-so slowly curve into a smile. He gives you a thumbs up, back to his usual flair and confidence. “Of course! Leave it to me!” and he laughs triumphantly while you thank Akaashi in your mind.

Ushijima

Cooking for him and Tendo at the dorms was like a weekly routine. It was mostly for Ushijima, but Tendo liked crashing the cooking party too.

“Be careful.” Ushijima says as he passes the vegetables for you to chop. You did so without any incident. The cooking itself passes by without any incident, until your hand slip off the plate you’re holding and it comes crashing down the floor, shattering into pieces, some of the pieces flying off in different directions.

Ushijima and Tendo perks up in alarm at the sudden sound, with Ushijima being the first to rise on his feet and assess the situation. You’re about to carefully just move away from the mess you made, shards littering around your feet. “Don’t move,” Ushijima tells you, noting that you were only wearing his over-sized slippers. He sees that one of the shards has cut your foot. It was small, but since it was fresh, it was still bleeding. 

“If you move you’ll hurt yourself, wait for me,” you do as told as Ushijima first sweeps off the rest of the shattered glass with a broom, disposes of it. Next he comes to you with a new set of slippers, puts it down on the now clean floor, and tells you to carefully slip out of the ones you have on, he was cautious about the small pieces. Only when you were neatly into the new set of slippers did he clean off the rest of the glass.

Tendo only sat and watched in amusement. His captain was very thorough, even with things like that. “I’ll go and get a first aid kit~” he offered as he stood and sauntered off. “Y/N, sit over there,” he pointed at a nearby chair and you merely follow. There was no use saying no to him, you knew he just wanted to check if everything was in order.

Sure enough just as Tendo comes back with the kit, Ushijima inspects your foot, eyes scanning all around it. It seems that there was only that one cut and it’d be easy to treat. You weren’t surprised that Ushijima knew what to do, watching him take some cotton and pour some alcohol on it, muttering under his breath that it would sting a bit. 

By the end of it, the cut on your foot was disinfected and bandaged properly. “Oohhhh! Good job Wakatoshi-kun!” Tendo praised his friend for the clean job and Ushijima nodded his head with a small “Mm,”

“Thank you,” you smile up at him, “and sorry for the plate, I wasn’t paying attention,” 

Ushijima makes a thoughtful sound, perhaps a little confused by your apology “...The plate is of no great value,” he simply says “it can be replaced.”

"I can’t say the same for you Y/N, so it’s good that you weren’t gravely hurt,” The blush on your cheeks is obvious and Ushijima doesn’t understand what has you so flustered, he’s just being his honest and straightforward self. 

Tendo only laughs at the display.

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[comfortbucky]

hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

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pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

[diavolosthots]

I'm sorry if you've done this before but how about hc of the demon bros ans how they sleep alone/with the mc, do they prefer it cooler or warmer and positions they sleep in and such

Also I hope you have a good day!!

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

I don't think ive ever done this before but now I want to do it before I go to sleep myself lol

THE BROTHERS and how they sleep alone vs. with MC

Lucifer:

Lucifer is… an odd one. Firstly, the guy works himself to death so there’s a 90% chance he’ll fall asleep at his desk. On the off chance that he does make it to bed, he prefers to sleep naked, or with boxers on at MOST. He also prefers his room colder than his heart. JK, he actually prefers the heater on, or at least the fireplace. Cuddles up in his blanket and sleeps with like 4 pillows because he’s lonely, but no one will ever know because his door is locked shut to the max. If he decides to take the next step with his MC and invite them to sleep with him, he’s very reluctant to let them into his personal space, at first. Don’t expect cuddling right off the bat, okay, they have to let him ease into that. Once he’s comfortable, he actually prefers to sleep on his back and have their head on his chest, one arm wrapped around them, that way, if something happens, he can quickly get up. Oh… and he stays naked. 

Mammon:

Homie is a different breed okay. He sleeps in his boxers, mainly, sometimes a loose shirt if he forgot to take it off. His room is usually a little bit on the cooler side, and he doesn’t really mind it. Mammon falls asleep on his stomach but he moves around a LOT during the night and he may find himself waking up in a starfish position, or even hanging half of the bed, which is actually really funny to see. Sadly, none of that changes with his MC. As a matter of fact, he’s sure to drag them with him. They fell asleep safe and sound in his arms? They better be prepared to wake up on the floor holding onto his big toe or something. It’s weird, like, genuinely, but here’s the weirder part: they’ll never notice. He’ll miss having them close at some point and wake up, pulling them back onto the bed only to restart the process. 

Leviathan:

Much like Lucifer, he’s more likely to fall asleep at his desk, in the middle of an anime episode, if he even sleeps that is. Now, he has a bathtub that he sleeps in, which is cushioned and actually very sleep-able. His room is usually at room temperature, sometimes a bit warmer because he has this ridiculous fear that Henry might get cold (kinda cute honestly). He usually sleeps in sweats and a t-shirt and is ALWAYS holding something, usually his Ruri-chan pillow. He’s a fairly light sleeper and the slightest noise could, potentially, wake him. With his MC, he’s very stiff at first, barely getting any sleep because now he has to get used to someone beside him. Tries being the big spoon, but figures out he prefers being the little spoon. Being the little spoon kind of.. Makes him relax more, ya know? Another position he really likes is when him and his MC are just facing each other, holding each other lazily, their foreheads touching. 

Satan:

Satan has a surprisingly good sleep schedule, even with the amount he reads. He gets a good 7-8 hours most nights. His room is on the colder sides, although the fireplace is always on, and he prefers sleeping in pyjama sets, so pants and a nice button up. Usually they’re one color and made of silk (a little fancy up in here), but he also has several plaid and polka dot ones. Sleeps on his back and doesn’t really move a lot. With his MC, he tries to somewhat accommodate them and may turn the heater on in his room, although he secretly hates it lol. His sleeping position changes from his back to spooning them. He very much likes being the big spoon and holding them in his arms. His bed is also the only space that is relatively free of books; perfect for cuddling! 

Asmodeus:

Of course, he has a whole beauty routine before bed and his sheets have to lay just right. His room is at room temperature; not too hot and not too cold. Depending on his mood, he might join Satan in the pyjama set wearing squad or he may opt for a nightgown, depending on his mood. He likes to sleep on his sides, holding a pillow or clutching his blanket, but he always finds himself waking up on his back. With his MC, he kind of leaves it up to them. If they want to cuddle? Fine by him. If they want their space, also fine by him. If he had to choose, he’d probably just hold their hand, or put his head on their chest. One thing they will figure out pretty quickly though, is that he does snore. It’s a flaw he’s super ashamed of and having someone sleep with him shows that he trusts them enough to expose that flaw. 

Beelzebub:

He’s super simple. He either puts on his pyjama set or just the pyjama pants and sleeps shirtless. Of course, he does have a burger plush he sleeps with every night that totally, get this, smells like a burger. His room is on the colder side, since he shares it with Belphie and Belphie prefers it cold. He drools in his sleep and moves around a lot but all of that changes with his MC. He’s very much a cuddler so his MC has to be okay with that. Doesn’t matter how they cuddle with him, he just wants them close. Their head on his chest, spooning, facing each other, etc… just something that has him knowing they’re there. Probably gets a second blanket just in case they get cold. He also snores so his MC has to get used to that lol but it’s honestly kind of cute. 

Belphegor:

Well you’ll never have to worry about him not coming to bed lol. As mentioned above, he prefers the room a little chilly so he can snuggle up in his sweatshirt/hoodie and a nice warm blanket. He cuddles with his pillow, of course, and much like his twin, he has to hold something in his arms at all times. Sleeps in fetal position mostly. With his MC, that doesn’t really change. His MC has to be okay with being the big spoon more often than not, and or be okay with his head on their chest. He already has a lot of blankets and his body heat is immaculate so no way his MC would be freezing, even with the room set so coldly. His pillow stays, by the way, like he may hold onto you, but that pillow is either still in his hand or under his head. No exceptions to the pillow.