#cause I don’t think I’ll fall asleep anytime soon

[yoohyeon]

I was able to not cry until now 🙃

[adonis-koo]

sweet nothing • 3

(in which he's coddled for coming home late and wet)

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

Word Count: 3k

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Note: yet another chapter not proof read but honestly ?? I like to think it gives it character

Rain poured against the window seal in a never ending drip, thunder roaring out once more causing you to jump in your spot, clenching your book harder than before.

You always had anxiety when it came to loud noises, let alone monstrous storms that blew through, you had been a good distance away from the windows in the parlor, snuggled up against the couch, one hand on your tummy and the other resting on top of it with a book.

Cautiously you peered out the windows into the darkness of the night before back to the grandfather clock against the wall, it was almost eleven.

“Will he be okay?” You couldn’t help but ask, turning to Yeonjun who had been typing away on his laptop, sat at an oak desk off in the corner.

His fingers paused as his feline gaze drew up at you, a small smile tugging on his lips, “It’s not uncommon for Jungkook to stay out late, he out doing business so he won’t get in until three the earliest.”

Business.

That’s all you could get out of anyone, anytime you tried to pry just about every guard was mums the word, you knew Jungkook dealt in narcotics due to your brother being one of his lower level dealers.

But you knew Jungkook had to be involved in more than that, there was no way someone as rich and prestigious as him only involved in one branch of the underworld. You supposed it didn’t matter, but the idea of him being out in this weather was still making you anxious.

You didn’t see him yesterday either, he was also out doing business and you had ended up falling asleep before he got back, you didn’t see him at breakfast either, as he had apparently already gotten up and with on his way to an emergency company meeting at his exports firm.

There was no way this was healthy for him to be running so ragged, not only this but it was cold outside too! He could catch a cold if he wasn’t careful.

“I doubt this will make a difference but…” Yeonjun trailed off for a moment before he spoke, “Jungkook said to not wait up for him today.”

You crossed your arms at this, “I haven’t seen him in nearly two days. Will he be here in the morning?”

Yeonjun didn’t reply immediately which made you huff.

He sighed, “He’s a busy man, I’m sure you’ll see him soon,” Yeonjun frowned, “He may be soft on you but he isn’t on me, I’ll never hear the end of it if you stop sleeping because of him.”

“Then maybe that will motivate him to not work so hard.” You pouted, “Yeonjun, are you not able to assist him at all in these…affairs…” You hesitated uncertain of how to word it, you knew Yeonjun was an underling but you didn’t know much more than that, other than he was the one in the driver's seat when you were shoved into the car when you were first abducted.

Yeonjun laughed, “Uh that’s exactly what I’m doing right now,” He glanced at his screen before huffing, “It’s not all action and illegal deals. I’ve written like seven emails impersonating him today. When it comes to broader scaled stuff Jungkook usually prefers to handle it himself, makes it less stressful on everyone that way.”

You perked up at this, “So…he’s doing something that's a pretty big deal then?”

Yeonjun nodded but glance away, you could sense his hesitation to elaborate on it, “Yeah, like I said, Jungkook is very hands on, which is nice because once a lot of mobsters hits this point they usually just have an established hierarchy to handle just about everything.”

You leaned back against the couch with a frown, “But he’s hardly slept at all the last week, surely he could have somebody else to help him as well.”

Yeonjun snorted, “It could be worse, he’s got Yoongi to split his duties with, it’s just a big role to fill…” He paused as if realizing what he just said.

“Who’s Yoongi?” You tilted your head.

Yeonjun animatedly shook his head, “I’ve said way too much.”

“Yeonjun!” You pouted, “Why am I not allowed to know anything? I feel like I should at least have the right to know what my brother did!”

He only shook his head once more, “That’s a call for Jungkook to make, I’m not looking to have my frontal lobe painted against the fireplace.”

“Jungkook wouldn’t-”

“Oh he would,” Yeonjun cut you off, playful at first before his face grew more serious, “I have a lot of respect for Jungkook, but I’m not stupid enough to buy into a bond that we don’t have. All it takes is one big fuck up to be dead in this game, i’m not an exception.”

Something about his words made a pit form in your stomach as you pulled your blanket back over your lap, “Why chose this lifestyle then…?”

You didn’t understand.

“Cause’ my dad’s a piece of shit that drowned my family in debt before dying,” Yeonjun went back to typing on his laptop as he continued, “He left us to deal with all of that because he was a selfish cunt, I have three little brothers and my mom is hospitalized so there wasn’t much else to do. I started out street dealing and hijacking narcs from other vendors- horrible idea by the way, anyways they just so happened to be Jungkook’s supply, once he caught wind of it they caught me almost instantly.”

“How did you live?” You cocked your head to the side, engrossed once more.

“Jungkook was impressed that I managed to steal from their supply and make twice the amount they were on their own goods. He basically told me I could either work for him or I could get fucked. Not much of a choice there.” Yeonjun shrugged, “It’s been about three years now and I’ve worked my way up to this position. Like I said, I have a lot of respect for him and I’ll forever be grateful, he’s the one forking out my mom’s hospital bills, but I know better than to cross those lines.”

“Seems like he has a big heart for such a short temper.” You commented, you had only gotten a taste of his temper but it was becoming apparent that the Jungkook you knew before you had been kidnapped was an entirely different person.

It made you wonder just what side of him was real.

“There has to be a balance for everything.” Yeonjun shrugged.

The rain continued to pound against the windows as you yawned, a peaceful silence taking over once more aside from the rain and clicking of a keyboard. You resumed your book though after an hour your eyes finally won out their sleepiness.

Laying your head against the pillow you dozed off.

The next time you awoke it due to a roar of thunder, jumping up before the lights flickered, you briefly glanced at the clock seeing it was almost four in the morning before the room went dark.

“Goddammit,” Yeonjun complained from his desk, “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you Y/n.”

“I woke from the thunder.” You glanced in his direction as he turned on his phone light, sighing as he stood up with a stretch, “I need to go tell the guards to turn on the generator, i’ll be back in a moment.”

He excused himself before quietly exiting out of the room as you wrapped yourself in a blanket once more, glancing around in uncertainty, the door opened once more as Yeonjun walked back in.

“Alright, the generator should be on in a half an hour, let's go ahead and make use of the fireplace.” He set up his phone light as he got to work on putting kindle into the fireplace.

The door opened once more with a loud thud of boots on the ground causing you to jump as you turned around to the door, looking over the couch.

Soaking wet hair and a familiar, tired face appearing, “Generator has some fried wiring, go down and help them, I can take it from here.”

Yeonjun nodded, “Welcome back Sir.”

“You’re soaked…” Your lips quivered into a frown as Yeonjun exited the room and Jungkook took his place kneeling in front of the fireplace.

“Yeah,” Jungkook sighed, “And you should be in bed.”

He said it with such disdain, a look on his face equivalent to that of scolding a child it made your lips twist into a pout.

“I haven’t seen you in nearly two days,” You replied, straightening yourself upright as you stared into his back, watching the water droplets patter against the floor as he fiddled with a few thin pieces of bark, “You can’t begrudge me that.”

“That I can’t,” He agreed, “But you can’t tell me that’s a comfortable spot to fall asleep, your back is already in pain as it is.”

“I was perfectly comfortable.” You retorted, “...Did you finish your deal…?”

You glanced away from him in uncertainty, it would soon be coming up on a month that you had been living in Jungkook’s estate, and while you had gotten to know Jungkook decently well, there was one thing you never dared bring up.

Anything that was relevant to his life in the underworld.

It just felt like something that shouldn’t be spoken about though Jungkook had never made any references to make you feel as such before.

Jungkook shrugged, “It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good, about as usual as it goes.” He lit a match before tossing it in, the tweed like wood immediately setting ablaze as he stood up, groaning at the sight of how wet he was.

You could hardly stand to watch it as you tutted, standing up as you grabbed the blanket that had been in your lap, “You’re going to catch a cold!”

Jungkook sighed in exasperation as the deep maroon blanket suddenly draped over his shoulders as you wrapped it around him as you spoke, “Don’t look at me like that, It’s not that cold when you’re dry, here, come here.”

Jungkook said nothing as he clacked his lips, letting your shorter figure shuffle him over to the couch as you grabbed the other blanket, a much bigger one that had been folded, laying on top of the upper cushion.

Pulling the second one over his shoulders, you paused at the sight, dripping wet hair covering his eyes making him look deathly serious, but it was difficult to take him serious when he was buried in two fuzzy blankets.

“Are you done yet?” He asked with a dry tone, “Or do you wanna swaddle me in a third layer?”

You didn’t mean to let out a snort of amusement, but it was hard not too at how drastic his face was from the situation, “Depends on whether you consider yourself warm yet.”

“I’ll be warm once the fire is going.” Jungkook replied, purposely not answering the question, partly because he would never admit he was freezing to you.

Bit also because it made a fuzzy feeling tingle all over his skin at being fussed over and coddled at, Jungkook couldn’t recall the last time someone had been so worried and attentive over him, it was difficult to not cease the moment.

“Okay, let me see if we have more blankets-” You were stopped short when he reached out, grabbing your wrist with a stern expression that made you giggle, “Fine, fine, have it your way. But don’t say I didn’t try when you end up with a cold.”

“I don’t get colds.” Jungkook replied, far too serious for a man buried in two blankets.

“Everyone gets cold.” You sat down next to him with a huff, putting a hand on your stomach as you stretched, your back admittedly aching though you’d rather die than admit he was right.

“I don’t.” Jungkook shrugged, “When you run two businesses you don’t have time to get sick.”

You frowned as you placed your lips, “I think that’s just called self-negligence.”

Jungkook rubbed his face tiredly, “Is this seriously what you’ve been missing the last two days?”

You only grinned sheepishly as you rubbed your arms, feeling the chilled air prick at your skin as the wood crackled and the rain continued to pour.

“Will you be busy tomorrow?” You asked, finally glancing towards him, he was close enough too you, leaned back against the couch and you took notice in how he seemed to curl up against his blankets, making a brief smile tug on your lips.

“Depends on what your follow up sentence will be,” Jungkook shrugged.

You shook your head, “No follow up sentence, I’m just curious…Does it have to do with Wonho…?”

Jungkook’s nose wrinkled in disdain, a familiar look, anytime you asked about Wonho you were usually met with the same sentence.

“I wish,” He huffed, looking somewhat frustrated, “I have eyes over half of Seoul and nothing, I mean he’s one man and it’s like all of a sudden he’s a ghost. Only people with powerful connections can make that happen.”

You frowned at his words and when he didn’t speak he continued, “I didn’t want to have to ask but, given we're coming up on a month of you staying here, I feel like it’s worth a shot; was Wonho dealing for anyone else?”

Your frown stayed as you thought back to the times you had come with Wonho to the club, partly because he wanted someone else around with him, it was always safer in pairs.

Slowly shook your head, “Not that I can recall…I mean he knew lots of people. But I wouldn’t consider him close enough to any of them to be willing to cover his tracks.”

Jungkook sighed, as if anticipating this as he slowly shook his head, “We squeezed that apartment clean of anything that might relate to where he’s at, we’ve already talked to his other partners, bought out his clients, I mean fuck, Yeonjun even nosed around at the Red Light to see if his whores knew anything.”

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, pushing it from his eyes as he tiredly closed them while rubbing his face, “How do you catch a ghost?”

It was rhetorical question you wished you had the answer for, your brother was a lot of things, but one of the traits he had since a child was his cunning ability to mislead people, it was harmless as a child.

He used to always convince the street vendor to give you an extra rice cake or when the school bullies would stop him on your walks home, he’d somehow convince them to go bother someone else.

Wonho had a silver tongue, he never used his fists for confrontations.

Memories of your shared childhood made a certain type of sadness flood you, Jungkook may known the Wonho now, who would easily sell you off if it meant a free case of fentanyl, but you still vividly remembered the Wonho who gave you piggyback rides when you were sad, when he would make you ramen for dinner and give you his portion because you were still hungry.

Wonho wasn’t always such a greedy person.

There was a time when he easily sacrificed himself if it meant keeping you safe and happy, you just weren’t sure where things went wrong and he would now turn and do the very opposite if it meant his self preservation continued on.

Your hands rubbed your arms for warmeth as you stared into the fire with a tired yawn, Jungkook had noticed your quiet figure before he let out a small sigh, uncurling once side of his outer blanket, the great big one.

Your body was suddenly engulfed by the blanket, now sharing it with Jungkook as you glanced at him.

“There’s no reason I should have this all to myself,” He huffed, “We could probably fit Yeonjun in here too if we wanted.”

You raised your brows, “Should I go get him?”

“No.”

“But-”

“Y/n, just because I said we could doesn’t mean I want to,” Jungkook replied flatly, “What part of my face says I want him in this room?”

You pouted, “Has anyone ever told you how grumpy you are late at night?”

Jungkook scoffed as he rolled his eyes, leaning back, now slumping against the cushion,

“Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“What?”

“I’m always grumpy.”

You only smiled at this as you shook your head, yawning once more as your eyes tiredly began to close. For once you didn’t mind the thunder rumbling loud or the rain that somehow began to pound even harder against the glass windows, a comforting crackle of the fire.

Your head eventually slumped down, finding the nice soft fuzzy blanket on above Jungkook’s shoulder, he had yawned out as well, trying to not overthink about the deal today. He glanced down at you and then the blanket as he shook his head.

The door opening to Yeonjun having good news about the generation, “We still have to hot wire a few things but it should be up and running…” He paused as his eyes landed on Jungkook.

“Not a word,” Jungkook’s expression looked deathly, “A single fuckin’ word Yeonjun. Forget about the generator.”

“What?” Yeonjun’s eyebrows shot up, “But don’t you want hot water?”

“Did you not just fuckin’ hear me?” Jungkook’s brows pinched together, “Leave the lights off, fix it in the morning, go do whatever you want I don’t care. Just put another piece on the fire before you go.”

Yeonjun huffed, glancing between his boss because his eyes dropped on you, leaning against himself, asleep once more. Yeonjun shook his head before he threw up his hands, going to the fireplace as he tossed a few more thicker pieces on as he glanced over his shoulder.

Jungkook’s eyes had closed, his head laying on top of yours and as you both shared a blanket. Yeonjun let a brief smile tug on his face, if he didn’t know any better he’d assume his boss was wanting to milk this moment with you, but then again, what did he know, right?

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[rocknrollbabe14]

Daddy's Girl (Dad!Joseph x Reader) (Request)

Photo credits to original poster. I just think this totally gives Dad Joe vibes.

Warnings: Maybe a tad bit of lust but mostly just teeth-rotting, sweet Joe fluff! 

Request: The reader and Joe have a 1 year old daughter and take her to the aquarium. Also Joe carrying their daughter around and helps her walk around the aquarium. @josephs-quinns

Author’s Note: I added a lot to this. Lol but I LOVE writing Dad Joe. I am debating making this a series where I write various scenarios about Dad Joe. I think it’d be sooooo cute. :) 

You sat on the couch with your one-year-old daughter in your arms. She was napping, cuddling her favorite plush blanket. She barely let you hold her anymore, becoming increasingly independent. She was walking, saying a few words. She was growing up too quickly already. You had the tv on, scrolling through your phone, waiting on your husband to come home. He had been out of town, working on his newest project. Last you heard from him, he was getting ready to grab his luggage from baggage claim and would be on his way home.

Amelia had Joe’s hair. You brushed your hand through it, admiring her small curls already starting to appear. She also had her daddy’s eyes. You weren’t complaining. It was just amazing to look down and see part of you both. Your phone buzzed, Joe letting you know he was leaving the airport. Amelia snored lightly, causing you to giggle slightly. You had created a bad habit of letting her sleep with you when Joe wasn’t home. You moved all the pillows and extra blankets, making sure she was safe. 

Joseph and Amelia were your entire world. You were blessed with an amazing husband and father. Your life had purpose finally. You lazily watched the television, letting Amelia nap as long as she would. Her naps were growing shorter in length. You felt your eyes growing heavy, not sleeping heavily when Joseph wasn’t home. Anytime Amelia cried, you were the one up with her. You both made sacrifices, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You didn’t mean to doze off, but you did.

“Love?”, you heard a familiar voice ask, bringing you out of your stupor. 

You blinked your eyes a few times, your vision blurry. Your husband soon came into view, smiling at you. His brown eyes were bright, excited to be home.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Amelia had a really rough night last night.”, you sighed easily, feeling slightly nauseated from waking up so quickly. 

Joseph chuckled. “It’s okay, love. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

He leaned down and placed a kiss on your head as he admired his sleeping daughter. “She’s sleeping hard, isn’t she?”

Amelia was still occasionally snoring, causing Joe to chuckle. 

You smirked, brushing through her hair. “Yeah, we didn’t sleep very much last night. She was fussy, I think she’s cutting more teeth.”

“Oh no.”, Joe made a face before smirking. 

“You’ll see tonight.”, you joked with him easily.

Joseph sat down on the couch beside of you both, yawning easily. You eyed him easily.

“Are you hungry?”, you asked, yawning in return.

He shook his head. “We can eat later. Just let Amelia sleep. Why don’t you nap while I’m home and if she wakes up, I’ll take care of her?”

“Joe, I’m fine.”

He laughed slightly. “Love, I know you’ve probably barely slept. I know anytime Amelia is up when I’m not home, you are too.” 

“I’m a mom. It’s what I do.”, you smiled easily. 

Joe rolled his eyes playfully. “Well, daddy’s home now so go ahead and take a nap, babe.”

You weren’t going to argue with him. You had found out when you brought Amelia home from the hospital when someone offered you a nap to take it. Joseph’s parents had been a huge help while he was gone, but you didn’t want them to feel used. His mom was quick to assure you she didn’t mind. You appreciated them so much. 

“Fine. I’ll nap.”, you smirked before you both leaned in for a kiss. 

You had missed his lips, his touch, his kisses, his everything. You easily propped your feet back up on the ottoman and made sure Amelia was still in a pretty deep sleep. She was. Joe grabbed the blanket that you had draped over the back of the couch and rose up from the couch, spreading it out on top of you carefully. He was such a caring husband and father. You couldn’t ask for better. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”, you asked him easily, yawning. 

“I’ll be fine. I’m gonna start some laundry.”, he whispered, kissing you again before placing a kiss on Amelia’s head.

You smiled, closing your eyes. You could hear Joe open the dryer and start it back before loading the washer. It was calming to you. It didn’t take long before you fell asleep, cuddling Amelia in your arms, feeling right at home.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed between your nap. As you blinked your eyes open, you realized Amelia was missing from your arms. You heard Joe talking softly in the kitchen and Amelia clapping her hands together, laughing. You sat up easily, trying your best to adjust quickly. Once you felt awake enough to get off the couch, you walked into the kitchen. Joseph was cooking while trying to entertain Amelia. She was in her high chair and content, a surprise to you. 

“Da-da.”, she clapped and giggled.

He was playing peek-a-boo with her when he saw you. 

“Look, mommy’s awake.”, he smiled as he eyed you.

“Ma-ma.”, she giggled. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you walked over to Joe, admiring what he was cooking.

“Joe, you didn’t have to cook. I would have done that.”

Joe sighed before rolling his eyes playfully once again. “Love, it’s okay. You were sleeping well. I hated to wake you.”

He opened his arms, an invitation for you to properly greet him and welcome him home. You took it, you both wrapping your arms around each other. Just feeling him touching you made you realize how much you had missed him. You took in his scent and just the feeling of being in his arms. You looked up at him before you both shared a deep kiss. You broke the kiss to look into each other’s eyes before sharing another deep kiss, signifying how much you both had missed one another. 

You all broke the kiss again as Amelia began babbling as she always did. You both eyed her. Joe had given her a few of her toys to help keep her occupied. 

“I’m so glad to be home with you all.”, he said softly.

“We’re glad to have you home, babe.”

You all shared another small kiss as if you both couldn’t get enough of each other. 

“Do you need any help finishing dinner?”, you asked him easily.

“No, I think I’m good love. But there is something I want to talk about over dinner.”

Joseph appeared serious. This caught you off guard, instantly causing you to begin racking your brain about what it could possibly be. Joseph noticed you become anxious and appeared to be in deep thought. 

“It’s nothing bad, love. Don’t worry.”, he rubbed your arm reassuringly, concerned. 

“Are you sure?”

Joseph knew your past relationships hadn’t been easy and he was doing everything in his power to make sure you knew he wasn’t like the guys you had been with before. He sighed easily, knowing he had set some doubt off in your mind. He opened his arms once more to take you into them. You obliged. 

“I promise, love. I just want to make up for not being home. I hate leaving you and Amelia.”, he kissed your head, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly. 

You all stayed like that as he checked the oven. After a few minutes passed, you pulled away from him, feeling somewhat better.

You sat in the dining room chair next to Amelia’s high chair, playing with her while Joseph finished dinner. He made your all’s plates and brought them to the table. Joseph had made a chicken casserole, one of your favorite dishes. He made sure it was cut very fine for Amelia. He also cut her up some very small pieces of carrots and grapes. He was the best father. He brought Amelia's dinner with milk in her purple sippy cup. 

“Look Amelia, daddy brought your dinner.”, you smiled at her and she smiled back, beginning to babble. 

Joseph smiled over his shoulder as he kissed your cheek, taking a seat on the other side of Amelia.

“Love, you go ahead and eat. I’ll help Amelia.”, he eyed you as Amelia grabbed straight for her grapes. 

He took a bite before he turned his attention to Amelia. 

“I can do it, Joe. It’s not a big deal.”, you said quietly, taking a drink of your water. 

Joe eyed you easily as Amelia held the fourth of her grape. Joe always made sure her food was cut well and into small portions. He was paranoid, but it was super cute. 

“I miss doing it, love. It’s so hard to be away from her.”

You nodded, stirring in your food as you watched Joseph talk to Amelia. She smiled brightly at him while she eat, her brown eyes mirroring his. You couldn’t help but smile. Amelia was the best thing you both had accomplished. 

“So what did you want to talk about, babe?”, you took a bite easily. 

Joseph took another drink of his water before clearing his throat. “Well, I know I’ve been away from home a lot here lately.”

You nodded. “But you’ve been working.”

He also nodded before swallowing down the bit of his food. “I know, love. But I also know you both struggle while I’m gone.”

Amelia may have only been one, but she understood what it meant when Joseph was scrambling around the house, grabbing last-minute items. When he brought his suitcase downstairs, she began to get fussy and inconsolable, yelling for her “da-da”. You would try to entertain her with her toys or by trying to play with her, but she was not receptive to you. Joseph would take her in his arms and she’d lay her head on his shoulders while he rocked her easily. 

This was something he had done since the day you had her at the hospital. 

Your milk supply wasn’t as much as you had wanted in the beginning and the nurses gave you formula to help substitute until your milk supply increased. The nurses encouraged you to not give up, however, it was hard. You’d felt like a failure. Amelia was fussy even after feeding her what milk you could and substituting formula and changing her diaper. You felt like crying, your hormones all over the place. 

Amelia’s cries were becoming louder and shrill. Joseph’s face was full of concern as he came over to you, seeing you visibly breaking down. Your lips quivered, choking back tears. He sat down on the hospital bed beside you, kissing your head easily before wrapping Amelia in his arms, standing back up and walking around the room, rocking her. You felt the hot tears slide down your cheeks. You rubbed them away quickly turning your attention to Joseph and Amelia, sniffling easy.

He was humming a nursery rhyme to her as he paced the room with her, continuing to rock her. Her cries were becoming subtle, almost non-existent. Joseph looked down at her, pulling her little hospital blanket back, admiring her features. You could tell he was over the moon with her. You’d already put a sleeper on her to keep her warm as it was snowing outside. Joseph grabbed her silicone pacifier the hospital had supplied, easily slipping it in her mouth before he kissed her head easily. You could see her begin sucking it, quickly falling asleep in her daddy’s arms.

Joseph rocked her easily as he walked slowly back over to you, taking a seat beside you, smiling down at his baby girl before looking back up to you. He could see the tears pooling in your eyes, you blinking them back. He could see the tear stains down your cheeks. He knew you felt defeated.

“God, I feel like such a failure.”, you sighed easily as Joseph held the baby and grabbed you a tissue, handing it to you. 

Concern was plastered in his brown eyes.

“You’re not, love. It’s okay. We are both figuring this parenting thing out.”, he reassured you. 

“It’s just hard—I feel like I can’t feed her enough or console her enough.”, your voice choked out.

Joseph sighed easily, allowing you to lay your head on his shoulder. “It’s okay baby. I promise. We will both figure this out together.”

Amelia was still sucking her pacifier, sleeping in Joseph’s arms. She was peaceful, clearly past her agitation from earlier. Joseph smiled down at her, taking his hand over her small amount of hair. 

“Do you think I’ll be a good mom?”, you sniffled, wrapping your arm around Joseph’s.

“Yes, love. I know you will. She loves you, you’re her mum. You and her share a bond that can never be broken. You carried her for nine months.”, Joseph’s brown eyes met yours.

You smiled softly. Joseph knew just what to say to make you feel better. He always did. He kissed your cheek again, giving you that smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place. 

“We make it through, babe.”, you eyed him.

Joseph smiled softly. “Well, I was thinking tomorrow we go out as a family to the aquarium. I’m sure Amelia will love it and I want to spend all the time I can with you all. I have missed you both so much.”

Your eyes brightened up. “Really?”

He nodded, a smile spreading across his face. 

You turned to Amelia. “Did you hear that, Amelia? Daddy wants to take you to the aquarium.”

She giggled, clapping her hands. You and Joseph smiled at each other.

“Da-da, da-da, da-da.”, she babbled and you could see Joseph swell with pride. 

He was such a proud daddy and you loved it. Amelia was going to be a daddy’s girl. She already was. You all finished dinner, you decided to clean up the table. It was the least you could do since Joseph had cooked dinner. He took Amelia and went into the living room, sitting on the floor with her. You could hear her toys making noise amongst her and Joe laughing. It was so good to have Joseph at home. 

Once you finished cleaning the dishes and wiping off the table, you walked into the living room. Joseph was sitting on the floor with Amelia. She was walking well now, barely using the couch to guide her. His face was full of surprise, amazed at how well she was walking. 

“Good job, princess.”, Joe kissed Amelia’s head, causing her to giggle as she fell into his arms.

Joseph felt your eyes on him and Amelia, smiling up at you. He made you melt in every single way. You both sat on the floor for the longest time, just watching Amelia play. However, you both began yawning and Amelia began rubbing her eyes, signaling it was time for you all to go to bed. You cut the television off, turning the lights off downstairs as Joseph grabbed Amelia up in his arms, her already closing her eyes as she laid her head on his shoulder, allowing you to go up the stairs in front of him. 

You flipped the light on in your all’s bedroom. Joe noticed all his pillows on the floor except for yours. 

“Amelia, have you been sleeping with mommy while daddy’s been gone?”, he teased as he kissed her head. 

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you put his pillow back in the bed, leaving the extras out. 

“Tell daddy we started a bad habit, we know.”

Joseph laughed as he laid Amelia down on the bed, grabbing her sleeper. He changed her diaper and put her in her pajamas, her barely stirring. You changed into your silk gown, feeling Joseph’s eyes on you. 

“Damn, love. Easy or we may have another one of these.”, he smirked as you turned around to view him.

You rolled your eyes before shoving him playfully, causing him to laugh. You sat down on the bed as he took his clothes off, slipping a pair of pajama pants on easily. You bit your lip easily. He smirked as he climbed into bed, Amelia in the middle of the bed. Instead of using the comforter, you both opted for smaller blankets and made sure they were away from Amelia. 

Joseph grabbed the lamp easily. 

“Goodnight, I love you.”, Joseph leaned over to kiss you.

“I love you babe, goodnight.”

“And we love you Amelia.”, Joseph smiled as he kissed her, causing her to stretch easily. 

You kissed her easily, you both smiling. 

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Your eyes shot open, hearing Amelia begin to cry. You slept so lightly—especially when Joseph wasn’t home. Joseph sat up in bed. 

“What’s wrong baby girl?”, he cooed at her.

Her cries instantly became louder, her clearly in pain. 

“Baby?”, he asked easily.

“Hmmm?”, you hummed, still trying to wake up.

“Is her teething rings still in the fridge?”, he asked.

“Yes, babe.”, you breathed, sitting up in bed, stroking Amelia’s hair.

“I’ll go get one.”, he said easily, flipping on the lamp to see his way out of the bedroom. 

You tried to soothe her until he got back. You heard him almost run down the stairs, a thump with each step. It was no time before he was back in the bedroom with her teething ring, handing it to her to put in her mouth, ceasing her cries immediately. Joe sighed in relief as he sat back down on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Joseph easily wiped the tears from her cheeks. It made your heart melt into a puddle.

“I see what you were talking about.”, Joseph breathed easily. 

“Told you you’d find out.”, you smirked. 

Joseph chuckled at your words. You both eyed Amelia, who was chewing on her teething ring, almost dozing back off to sleep. You had more in the fridge, ready to go just in case. It was nice to just be with Joseph and Amelia. Your family was complete. When you both felt sure she was going to go back to sleep and rest, Joseph turned the lamp back off, and you all went back to sleep. Amelia slept through the rest of the night, thankfully. 

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The next morning, you got up and ate breakfast before taking turns, getting ready. Joseph did first so he could watch Amelia while you showered and put on some make-up even though Joseph assured you you didn’t need make-up to be beautiful. It made you feel more confident especially since you were still trying to lose the little baby weight you had gained. Joseph reminded you that you had carried his baby and brought a new life into this world.

Joseph was dressed in a black button-up, jeans, his Adidas tennis shoes, and his black baseball cap. A true dad look, but it looked good on him. You went upstairs to get ready. It was nice to have Joseph home and not have to time your showers around Amelia’s sleep schedule. You came downstairs in jeans and a black sweater with your Vans. It had been a while since you had dressed up. Joseph’s eyes lit up when he saw you as if it was the first time he had ever seen you. You brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear easily.

“You look beautiful, love.”

You blushed before sharing a kiss with your husband. “Thanks, babe.”

“Ready to go Amelia?”, you asked her excitedly.

She laughed, a smile spreading across her face. Joseph smiled, grabbing the diaper bag from the loveseat. You both went out the door. Joseph was still a gentleman, opening the passenger side door of your SUV while holding Amelia. You smiled as he closed the door before opening the door behind you, placing Amelia in her car seat, and buckling her in. She was babbling as he closed her door easily and came around the front of the vehicle, getting in the driver's seat. 

Joseph backed out of the driveway carefully and you all were on your way. You and Joseph talked the entire way there, listening to Amelia babble and play with her toys. It felt like the many dates you all had gone on. You never imagined you all would have the life you had now. It was amazing to know how far you both had come together. You could never stop doting on how he was such an amazing husband and father. You were the luckiest woman in the world.

Before you knew it, you all had arrived at the aquarium. Joseph once again opened your door, giving you a kiss on your cheek. He never stopped showing you he still loved and adored you. You grabbed the diaper bag as he got Amelia out of her car seat, closing the door. 

“Daddy, mommy, and Amelia are gonna go see the sea creatures.”, he sing-songed to Amelia.

You smiled as you walked beside him. His hand brushed yours, asking for you to hold his free hand. You did. Even though you all were married, he made sure to still “date” you. You all checked in, using the tickets Joseph had already bought without your knowledge to surprise you and Amelia. You all noticed several other families. Joseph gave you a side smile. You all were stopped by a photographer to take a souvenir photo. You and Joseph decided it would be meaningful since it was Amelia’s first time. 

You all started into the aquarium. You let Joseph have his hand back so he could switch out arms with Amelia. 

“Look, Amelia. It’s stingrays.”, Joseph pointed, smiling at Amelia as you all came up on the exhibit.

“They have little spots.”, you eyed Joe easily, pouting.

Amelia appeared to be very curious and intrigued by them. You all let her watch them swim around. You all moved on through the aquarium to see more sea creatures. You all came upon the jellyfish.

“Look at the jellyfish, Amelia.”, Joe whispered in excitement as he pointed them out to his daughter.

The blue fluorescent lights made them show up better, bringing out their pink color. It was so cute how excited he was to show her the different kinds of sea creatures. You enjoyed watching their interactions more than anything. It was priceless. You think he was enjoying this as much as her. It made you giggle. Joe took her and showed her the seahorses, the blue tang fish that look like Dory from Finding Nemo, the anglerfish, and the clown fish. You were hesitant to see sharks as you feared them at the beach. 

However, Amelia seemed fascinated as you all walked under the tunnel seeing all the sharks above your head. 

“That’s a shark, Amelia.”, Joe said a little more serious this time.

She giggled at her daddy’s expression, causing a smile to come across his face. You walked a little ahead of them, shuddering at the sight of the sharks.

“Mommy doesn’t like sharks.”, he told her in a serious tone before laughing, causing her to laugh. 

Amelia giggled. “Ma-ma.”

You turned to look at her and Joseph. You wished you could freeze the moment in time. You waited for them to catch up with you, and you all reached the restaurant inside. 

“Want to go ahead and eat, love?”, Joe asked, letting Amelia down.

“We can, babe. That’s fine.”

Joe held Amelia’s hand, her trailing right beside her daddy. It was totally obvious she was a daddy’s girl. You all stood in line, trying to decide what to eat. You decided on a cheeseburger and fries as did Joseph. You both decided on chicken tenders and fries for Amelia. You and Joseph would tear them into small pieces for her. Joseph continued to hold Amelia’s hand as you all waited for your food. 

They called your number and you grabbed the tray, following Joe and Amelia to a table. You grabbed a high chair and you all sat down to eat as a family. You tore Amelia’s chicken tenders up as Joe tore her fries up easily. You both smiled at one another. You poured the milk in her sippy cup. You slid her food near her before you all began eating.

“I’ve had such a great day.”, you smiled at Joseph, taking a bite from your burger.

Joseph smiled, beaming. “Me too, baby.”

Joseph turned to Amelia. “Has daddy’s little girl had a great day?”, he asked.

She giggled at him, clapping her hands. He smiled, his eyes filled with pride. 

“It’ll be nap time when we get home.”, you smirked at Joseph easily. 

He smiled. “For my girls?”

Your heart skipped a beat. His girls. That just did something to you.

“Mhmm, tell daddy we need our beauty sleep, Amelia.”, you smiled before kissing her cheek, causing her to giggle again. 

Joseph chuckled at you easily, breathing you both in. He loved the life you all had started together and couldn’t wait to see what else it would bring.

[harrywavycurly]

Hiii! In the spirit of 4th of July weekend, I was wondering if you could do a text exchange or conversations you have with Eddie after you went out and forgot to reapply your sunscreen and so you got super burnt? If you could make it kind of funny and fluffy I'd appreciate it cause I'm currently in that situation and I'm struggling to find the humor in it. Thanks in advance!!!

Hiii babes!!! This was totally me a few weeks ago at the pool I came home and was BURNT it was a mess so I hope you enjoy this conversation, I tried to make it funny and fluffy😂💖

*Eddie didn’t mean to laugh but you do look like a very cute tomato*

“Hey baby I’m-” “before you say anything just know I’m about two inches away from a full bottle of aloe Vera and I’ll gladly toss it at your head if you’re mean.” “Jesus Christ….sweetheart did you even apply any sunscreen? You’re…you’re like as red as a fucking tomato.” “Are you laughing at me right now?” “Sorry sorry you’re a very…cute tomato but really baby are you okay?” “A cute tomato?” “I’m sensing you’re not gonna let that go anytime soon are you?” “Correct now…to answer your question no I’m not okay…I fell asleep at the lake and no one woke me up to reapply my sunscreen so now I’m sunburnt and…and it hurts.” “Oh fuck baby don’t cry I’ll uhm I’ll rub this aloe vera on for you if you want? I can put it in the fridge for a little bit so it’s nice and cold…how does that sound?” “That sounds good…” “who did you go to the lake with?” “Steve and Robin…and Nancy…and the kids.” “And they just let you fall asleep? What a bunch of assholes….here just lay down and I’ll get you an ice pack maybe that’ll help cool you down a little.” “Feel free to kick Harrington’s ass…he was in charge of reminding me to reapply.” “Don’t have to tell me twice consider his ass kicked…here…how does that feel?” “Feels nice…you know what would make me feel even better?” “Please don’t say watching The Notebook because I’m really in no mood to cry tonight.” “You’re such a softy but no…I think a kiss or two would make me feel a lot better.” “A kiss or two huh? Anything else?” “Nope because if you touch me anywhere else I’ll more than likely scream because it hurts.” “Thanks for the warning…kisses it is then…oh guess what.” “What?” “I love you…my little cherry tomato.” “I love you too you big ole softy.”

[michelle-is-writing]

Baby, John Carter

Rating: M

Word Count: 800~

When John first started as a resident, he would call me anytime he got the chance to share a crazy story of the day. We had been dating for a while, and I missed him since he was away for so many hours, so his phone calls always made my day. Even when he’d call me at three in the morning and I was fast asleep, I still enjoyed his phone calls.

Tonight is no different. In the middle of my sleep, the phone beside our bed behinds to ring, and as soon as I open my eyes to see the clock, I know it’s John. “I just delivered a baby!” He exclaims over the phone before I get to even say ‘Hello’. “Babe, I just- in the back of a car too!” He adds with even more excitement.

Laughing a little at his pure amazement, I just nod my head even though he can’t see me. “That’s amazing, John, I’m so proud of you,” I tell him, rolling over in bed with the phone pressed between me and my pillow. “And in the back of a car too, that’s crazy.”

“Can you imagine if that were us?” He asks, causing my eyebrows to furrow together. What does he mean by that?

“You mean like us having a baby?” I ask him, gaining an excited response back once more. In my sleepy haze, the words fall from my lips without any hesitation or nervousness. If this would have been any other time when I'm fully awake, I would be stuttering and unsure of myself.

“Yeah!” John almost shouts, “I know we’re not married yet, but I just can’t stop thinking about us having our own children, you know,” John’s voice audibly relaxes as he continues on. “We’d get to watch your belly grow with our love, and not to mention I’ve learned quite a few tricks at the ER already when it comes to morning sickness and what not.”

Instead of cutting him off, I let John continue, my ears catching every word but my brain struggling to fully comprehend them. I’m still stuck on his previous words over us having a baby as that’s something we’ve never really talked about. Of course, we’ve made comments or jokes about our ‘future children,' but nothing further than that. In fact, so many of mine and John’s conversations only revolved around what was going on currently, never the future or what it may hold. I definitely want children with John - I’ve known that for a while now - but I haven’t given it much thought since John’s been so busy with his residency and I have my own job.

“John,” I say his name as soon as I come out of my thoughts. This causes him to pause in his rambling, a few seconds passing before I speak up again. “I want to have a baby with you,” I admit, my brain still a bit haywire from John’s words moments ago.

Hearing John’s relieved laughter makes me snap myself out of whatever trance he had me in, and soon I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, smiling uncontrollably. “That’s great; that’s a relief,” John says, breathlessly. “That makes me so happy, baby.”

His words make my heart practically leap out of my chest. I don’t know if it’s the fact that John’s been working for almost sixteen hours straight or he just feels so many emotions from the birth of that baby, but I’m so glad he called to tell me that. I love any of his phone calls as we don’t get to spend much time together due to his hectic work schedule like I stated before. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing. This is John’s dream, and I’m so happy to see him live his dream.

“I can’t wait to see you when you get home,” I tell him, looking over at my alarm clock to see the bright red numbers read out 5:23. “In less than forty minutes, you’ll be home and then I’ll be all yours.”

“All mine,” John murmurs, seemingly lost in his own world. A comfortable silence passes between us before a voice yelling for John interrupts us. “Hey, uh, I gotta go, babe, but I can’t wait to see you when I get home.”

“Only forty minutes,” I remind him, receiving a quick response.

“That’s gonna be a long time without you here to- I’m on my way! Jesus!” Just as John goes to say things he should not say at work, the shouting from before returns. “I love you, I’ll see you in a few.”

Telling him I love him back, I put the phone back on the hook before rolling back into bed with a huff. If John’s going to be home in less than an hour, there’s no sense in me going back to sleep. Besides, I know John won’t want to sleep as soon as he gets home. He obviously had other things on his mind before hanging up, so I can only assume it will be no different when he gets home, or at least, let’s hope so.

[mstrickster]

For Banksway: how they'd spend a quiet, Sunday morning. I loves me some domestic Banksway lol

Sorry for the wait, here you go.

Also I couldn't decide if I wanted to have them in high school, college or adulthood. So I did all three, enjoy! Now on Ao3

Adam Banks was not good at relaxing. He never had the luxury of a lazy morning. For as long as he could remember, Adam would wake every day and go for a run. 

Then he came back and ate breakfast with his parents. After that was practice or studying NHL games. 

In fact, for most of his life, Adam never did a task that wasn’t somehow a lead-up to an arbitrary goal. 

However, his boyfriend, Charlie, was almost the exact opposite. Casey had taught Charlie to work hard and play hard. She also taught him to care for himself and prioritize his mental health. 

So, Adam spent Sunday mornings training and studying. Charlie spent them sleeping in and watching cartoons in his PJs. 

Of course, this wouldn’t cause an issue until they started dating. Every Sunday Adam would get up and go for a run. Charlie would always whine at him to come back, but Adam ignored him. He knew Charlie would fall back asleep with or without him there. 

Yet, it still bugged Charlie. All he wanted was to spend the morning lazing in bed with his boyfriend. So, after being left in bed alone again, Charlie made a plan. Next Sunday he would get Adam to stay in bed and they would enjoy a lazy morning. 

Charlie plotted and schemed all week. He even enlisted Connie and Guy. 

On Sunday, they woke up early and decorated the halls with caution tape. Even going as far as to print out a fake notice about staying inside from the Dean. Which Connie slipped under the door. 

Should all that fail, Guy and her barricaded the door to the building so Adam couldn’t escape. They also made sure to hide and watch. In case, Adam tried anyway. 

Thankfully, when Adam woke up to his alarm he did spot the notice on the floor. He picked it up and read it with a frown. 

Adam sighed and sat back down on his bed. 

Charlie feigned a yawn and turned to look at Adam. 

“No run?” He asks, attempting to hide his glee. 

“Dean Buckley issued a notice,” He showed the paper to Charlie, “I guess they’re doing some work on the hallways and we can’t leave until around noon.”

How unfortunate,” Charlie smirks, “I guess you’ll just have to come back to bed.” 

Adam eyed him suspiciously, “I actually think I’ll work on some homework.” 

Charlie visibly deflated, “Adam it’s 5 AM…”

“I am already awake, Charlie,” Adam reasons, “I should do something productive.” 

“Ok, you know what, no.” Charlie sits up. 

“No?” Adam asks, confused. 

“I am dragging you back to bed and you’re gonna cuddle with me,” Charlie resolves, reaching for Adam and pulling him down on top of Charlie.

“Charlie!” Adam exclaims as he falls onto his boyfriend. 

“I want a lazy morning with you and I will get it,” Charlie replies. Without releasing his grasp on Adam, Charlie shifts himself into a more comfortable position. 

When he is done Adam is laying with his head under Charlie’s chin. His body is half on Charlie, half on the bed. 

Charlie smiles contently and moves to wrap his arms around Adam. 

Adam rolls his eyes but allows himself to settle in. He knew Charlie wasn’t going to relinquish his hold anytime soon. 

“Did you plan this?” Adam asks. 

“No,” Charlie lies, “But, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” 

“I didn’t realize this meant so much to you,” Adam teases. 

“It means a lot,” Charlie confesses, “We don’t get to be this close outside our dorm, and you are always so busy when we’re alone together.” 

“I am?” Adam asks, surprised. 

Charlie nods, “There’s been a few times where I’ve come in and you’re either gone or buried into whatever you’re doing.” 

“I’m sorry,” Adam apologized. “I’m not used to being allowed to just relax.” 

“I know,” Charlie acknowledges, “But, it’s ok if you want to.” 

“It is?” Adam replies. 

Charlie nods, “I don’t expect the world out of you like your dad does Adam so you don’t have to perform here.” 

Adam turns into Charlie’s side and wraps his arms around Charlie's middle; hugging him tightly.

“Thank you,” Adam says quietly, “This is nice.” 

“Anytime Banksie,” Charlie replies with a smile. He kisses Adam’s head softly. Charlie allows his arms to loosen slightly, confident Adam would stay put, choosing to run his hand slowly up and down Adam’s back. 

Adam sighs contently and closes his eyes. He lets Charlie’s breathing distract his racing mind. Soon falling back to sleep.

Charlie chuckled softly when he heard Adam snore softly. He had fallen back asleep. Charlie snuggled into the bed and closed his eyes. Following Adam into sleep shortly after. 

****

After that first lazy Sunday, Charlie and Adam made it part of their weekly routine. However, after graduation, their lives began to change rapidly. 

Charlie had gotten accepted into the University of Minnesota on a full ride and was elated to attend his state school. However, that excitement dimmed when Adam revealed had chosen to go to another school. 

Thankfully, the other school wasn’t too far. Adam had gotten accepted into the University of Chicago Law School. A 6-hour drive from the University of Minnesota. 

It certainly wasn’t ideal, but it was better than not seeing each other at all. 

So, Charlie and Adam made a plan. They would call every other day. Text every day if they could and every month, they would meet up in the Wisconsin Dells to see each other. It was the exact halfway point between the two schools. 

This particular meet-up happened around Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day had, unfortunately, fallen on a weekday that year. So they agreed to meet up the week after and spend two days together. 

Charlie was released from school first. His last class was canceled due to the weather. He texted Adam to let him know he was driving down. 

Adam texted back right away reminding him to drive safely. 

Charlie rolled his eyes and pocketed his phone. He hurried back to his dorm and grabbed his bag. It was already packed. He made sure everything was off before locking the door and heading out. 

The drive down to the Dells wasn’t too bad for Charlie. After he got out of the Twin Cities, the traffic and the weather cleared up. 

 Knowing Adam wouldn’t be there until later, Charlie took his time and didn’t speed. He arrived at their hotel a little over three hours later. 

Charlie parked and texted Adam to let him know he had arrived safely. Adam replies with a heart emoji so Charlie knew he must be in class. 

Charlie checked into their room and texted Adam the room number.  

The Best Western they had chosen wasn’t fancy but it was comfortable and private. 

Charlie got to their room and dumped his luggage on the ground. He stripped down to his T-shirt and long johns before curling into the bed. 

He sighed contently and let himself drift off while he waited for Adam to arrive. 

Adam got out of class around 2. He had put his duffle bag in the car before he left that morning so he was ready to go. 

Adam hurried to his car and got in. He turned on the engine and the defrost. 

While he waited for his car to defrost, Adam checked his phone. 

He smiles when he sees Charlie had sent him the room number. He sends Charlie a quick text to let him know he is leaving before turning off his phone and putting it in the glove compartment. 

Adam wiped off his windshield and put his car into drive, taking off. 

The drive up was a little more congested for Adam. However, he was glad because it made sure he didn’t speed out of excitement. 

After what felt like an eternity, Adam pulled into the parking lot of the Best Western. 

He turned off his car and grabbed his duffle bag. 

Adam didn’t have to go far to get to the room. It was on the first floor just off from the lobby.

Adam smiles softly and knocks on the door. He figured Charlie had taken a nap and just hoped he was awake by now. 

Luck was on Adam’s side when the door swung open shortly after and he was met with a beaming Charlie Conway. 

“Hey, Babe,” Charlie greeted. 

“Are you gonna stand there or let me in?” Adam teases 

Charlie chuckles and steps aside to let Adam in. Adam took a cue from Charlie and dumped his bag on the floor. 

He turned back to the door and was enveloped in a tight hug by Charlie. 

“I missed you,” Charlie says. 

“You just talked to me,” Adam laughs. 

“Yes, but I haven’t held you in a month,” Charlie counters. 

Adam snorts and rolls his eyes with a fond smile. 

“I missed you too,” He confesses, “Were you waiting long?” 

“Naw,” Charlie answers, “I took a nap when I got here and just woke up about 10 minutes ago,” Charlie explains, “My Adam senses were tingling.” 

Adam laughs, “I’m sure.” 

He removes his outerwear and sits down on the bed. 

“So, what did you plan for our Valentine’s weekend?” Adam asks. 

“Actually,” Charlie sits next to him and takes Adam’s hands in his, “I was kinda hoping we could have a lazy weekend.” 

“A lazy weekend?” Adam asks. 

“Yeah, finals were rough,” Charlie confesses, “I would prefer just to relax with you.” 

“I like that idea,” Adam agrees, “We can order room service or delivery and just enjoy the time we have.” 

“Exactly,” Charlie smiles, “Thanks for understanding.” 

“We don’t travel to do anything big, Charlie,” Adam replies, “I just want to see you.” 

“It’s the same for me,” Charlie agrees, leaning over to kiss Adam’s temple. 

Adam smiles softly and leans his forehead against Charlie’s. 

“Are you hungry?” Charlie asks. 

“Not yet,” Adam replies, “Is the bed comfy?” 

“Very,” Charlie agrees, “Wanna see?” 

Adam nods and allows Charlie to drag him up. 

Charlie lays down in bed, getting comfortable before opening his arms for Adam. 

Adam smiles and climbs into bed. He sighs contently as Charlie’s arms curl around him. Using his own arms to hug Charlie’s waist. 

“I’m not tired,” Charlie notes.

“That’s ok,” Adam replies, “Is it ok if I take a nap?”

“Yeah of course,” Charlie replies. 

“Will you talk to me until I fall asleep?” Adam asks. 

“What do you want me to talk about?” Charlie replies. 

“Anything, just want to hear you talk,” Adam replies. 

Charlie nods and begins to prattle on about anything he can think of. Adam smiles and rests his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck, letting Charlie’s voice lure him to sleep. 

****

Charlie wakes Adam up a few hours later. The room is dark and a little cold. 

Adam whines and tries to curl further into Charlie’s warmth. 

“Banksie, get up,” Charlie laughs, “You shouldn’t go to sleep on an empty stomach.” 

Adam groans and pulls back to look up at Charlie. 

“I was dead asleep,” He pouts.

Charlie laughs, “I know but I want you to eat.” 

Adam sighs and nods. He pulls himself free from Charlie and sits up. 

“I don’t want to go out in the cold,” Adam resolves. 

“That’s ok, I ordered delivery,” Charlie tells him, “From that pizza place you like.” 

“I have never been so attracted to you,” Adam replies, causing Charlie to laugh again. 

“It should be here soon,” Charlie tells him. 

“Good, I’m gonna go shower and change into my pajamas,” Adam says, scooting off the bed. 

“Can I join you?” Charlie replies cheekily. 

“I suppose so,” Adam snarks. 

Charlie barks out a laugh and grabs his clothes, following Adam to the shower. 

Adam turns on the water and gets it set to the perfect temperature.

“It’s ready,” He tells Charlie. 

Charlie nods and strips down, entering the shower. 

Charlie lets out a sigh and the warm water runs over his aching bones. 

Charlie turns when he hears the shower curtain open and close. He offers his hands to Adam who takes them without a second thought. 

Adam allows Charlie to pull him under the water, sighing contently when it hits his skin. 

Charlie turns Adam around so he can lean into him. Adam lets himself relax in Charlie’s arms. 

The other man takes the time to run his hands over Adam’s skin. Despite the warm water, Adam shivers. 

“Charlie, I am still tired,” Adam explains.

“I know,” Charlie acknowledges, “I am content with just having you here, we don’t have to go any further.” 

Adam smiles and takes Charlie’s hands, pulling them so they wrap around his waist. 

“Besides,  we have all weekend,” He smirks. 

“We do,” Adam agrees. 

Adam allowed Charlie to wash his hair and body. He did the same for Charlie. 

Once they were all done, they got out and toweled off. Slipping into their pajamas. 

When pizza arrived they ate in bed, curled around each other happily. Adam told Charlie about his internship and Charlie told Adam about making varsity for the hockey team. 

Later on, they lay in bed in each other’s arms. Adam sighed happily. 

“I miss this when we’re separated,” Adam confesses. 

“Me too,” Charlie agrees. 

“It’ll be nice once we graduate and can find an apartment,” Adam notes. 

Charlie nods, “Remember when I had to force you to relax and cuddle with me?” 

“I remember,” Adam responds, “I didn’t think I’d ever miss it.” 

“I knew you would,” Charlie boasted. 

“No you didn’t,” Adam replies. 

“Well, I hoped you would,” Charlie counters. 

Adam snorts and rolls his eyes, “Whatever, Charlie.” 

****

Adam yawned and curled closer to Charlie. He blinked to clear his eyes and looked around the room. It had been five years since that Valentine’s weekend. 

Charlie and Adam had both graduated on time. After receiving his diploma, Adam packed up his dorm and prepared to go home. 

Charlie had offered to drive down to make the ride back with him. However, Adam wanted him to focus on moving his stuff into the new apartment they had found. 

Casey had been the one that had found the apartment. It was in downtown Minneapolis, not far from her place. 

Adam made time to come up so Charlie and him could view it. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but Adam loved it.  

They have only been in the apartment for a week so far, but Adam prefers it over their small dorm in Eden Hall and all those hotels they stayed in. 

Sure boxes were still spread across the apartment. They had only unpacked a few kitchen items and their bed sheets. However, for some reason, it didn't bother Adam. They had time to do all that. 

Charlie yawned and stretched his arms.

“Morning,” He says through a yawn. 

“Morning,” Adam replies. 

“What time is it?” Charlie asks. 

“Not sure, our phones are on the ground,” Adam notes, “And we haven’t set up the alarm clock.” 

Charlie shifts to glance out their bedroom window,

“It’s still a bit dark out,” Charlie notes, “Probably still early.” 

“Do we have anything to do today?” Adam asks. 

“It’s Sunday,” Charlie recalls, “So, no not really.” 

“Good,” Adam sighs. 

“Good?” Charlie teases, “You don’t have anywhere to be?” 

“No,” Adam replies, “If you’re not tired, we could get up and make breakfast.” 

“In a bit,” Charlie replies. 

Adam nods and settles back in. 

The couple lay there for another hour, just enjoying each other’s presence. Until Charlie’s stomach began to rumble. 

Adam laughed and pulled himself away from Charlie to get out of bed.

Both men shuffled out of bed and down the hall to their kitchen. 

Charlie got out the one pan they had unpacked and began to make eggs. Meanwhile, Adam got the coffee brewed and prepared Charlie a cup. 

Charlie dished up the eggs and made his way to the table. Adam followed with two steaming cups of coffee. 

“Thanks, babe,” Charlie says, taking his cup. 

“You know we have more than one plate,” Adam jokes. 

“Yeah, but what’s the point,” Charlie replies, “You’ll eat off my plate anyways.” 

“Fair point,” Adam says with a laugh. He picked up one of the forks and scooped up some of the eggs, offering them to Charlie. 

Charlie smiled and ate happily. The couple took turns feeding each other. 

“Are we gonna unpack today?” Charlie asks. 

“Maybe later,” Adam replies, “We have time.” 

“That we do,” Charlie agrees. 

The couple finishes their food and drinks. Adam sets the dishes in the sink to do later. 

Taking Charlie's hand, he leads the other man to the living room and their ratty hand-me-down couch. 

Charlie takes a seat and pulls Adam into his lap. Adam cuddles close and grabs the tv remote. He turns it on and puts it on the history channel. It’s mostly background noise but it’s entertaining. 

Charlie leans his cheek on Adam’s head and squeezes his arms around him.

“I love our lazy days,” He says. 

Adam smiles and nods, he couldn’t agree more.

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You and Spencer had been sprawled on his bed, staring at one another with smiles plastering your faces. Nights like these were your favorite. You’d go on a date, get back to one of your places, and have the most passionate night before admiring each other and falling asleep.

Tonight though, your mind wasn’t ready for sleep right away.

You thought about how you met at a bar six months ago, how you’ve been dating for four of those six months, and how no matter how much time has passed, you felt nothing but love for him.

Unknowingly to you, the expressions on your face were very telling, and you didn’t have to say a word for Spencer to see the amount of love that was coming from you, and as much as his heart jumped at the thought of you loving him the same way he so desperately loves you, he was scared.

He was scared that he’d break your heart. He was scared that his baggage will affect you just as much as it affects him. He was scared that once you said those words that couldn’t be taken away so easily, that once you put your heart on the line, he was going to be the one inevitably making you put your guard up. So, as soon as he saw the deep breath you took, and the way your lips formed the forbidden three word, eight letter sentence, his eyes widened in panic.

“I lo—”

His hand shot up in a stop motion, “wait, before you love me…”

Your jaw dropped open at the sudden outburst, and you gave a small nod, “o…kay?”

“I’m a mess. My life is a mess. My head is a complete mess and I just wanted you to know that before you decided to actually say it… I know we’ve been together for some time but I just… yeah.”

Spencer didn’t know what reaction he was expecting from you, but it sure as hell wasn’t laughter. After a minute he began to deflate, obvious rejection on his face, but as soon as you caught it, you abruptly stopped.

“Spencer, I’m laughing because I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone this much.” His furrowed brows and tilted head caused you to let out a sigh and trace his jawline. “Sweetie, I know you’re a mess. That’s actually one of the biggest things I love about you. Your job is horrid and I couldn’t imagine doing what you do, so embrace that mess, because that mess helped save so many lives.”

“Okay, you're allowed to love me now.”

A chuckle left your lips, “that’s all it took? I had to acknowledge that you’re a complete mess of a human being?”

His soft laughter filled the silence once you were done speaking, and he grabbed onto the hand that had been on his jaw. “Yes, actually. You didn’t just brush it off or try to say that I wasn’t. No one’s ever done that.”

“That’s good to know. Anytime you need me to call you out like that, let me know.”

He just about completely ignored the words from your mouth for a moment as he looked at you with the most mesmerizing smile. “I absolutely love you too, by the way.”

“I know…” his raised eyebrow prompted you to continue. “You didn’t want me putting my love out on the line without fully knowing what I was getting into. You weren’t selfish. That’s all the proof I need.”

“You could become a profiler with those observation skills.”

Once again, a laugh erupted from your chest. “I think I’ll save that to the very smart man next to me.”

The two of you shared another laugh before going in for one last kiss— a kiss that felt like a promise for so many things to come of this relationship— a kiss that made the both of you know that Spencer Reid’s life, mess and all, would do nothing but make your love stronger, never weaker.

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Ardor

Remus Lupin x fem reader 

a/n: this is for a request: “Could you do a Remus lupin x reader with a decent age gap with a light, embarrassed daddy or sir kink and thigh riding?” I didn’t really specify a decent age gap or anything, just that Remus is older than you but you’re out of Hogwarts and in The Order together!

word count: 2k

warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: daddy kink, thigh riding; cursing; kissing. if there’s anything else let me know!

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You thumbed through the book in your hands, trying to calm your mind as it was late and you needed to get some sleep. The day was a long one; The Order meeting had run into the early morning hours.

The kids had returned to school, and you were missing the constant chatter that went on in Sirius’ home. You were thankful he allowed you to stay with him; especially with everything going on, you didn’t feel like being alone in your tiny apartment, and you know Sirius appreciates the extra company. Remus also stays within these walls - right down the hall, actually - and the thought of the brunette makes you groan as you throw an arm over your eyes. 

Remus was just a little bit older than you, but he was so handsome, how could you not be infatuated with him? You saw how he looked at you, how he would eye you almost hungrily some days, and it frustrates you that he’s never acted on it.

You sit up; you’re not falling asleep anytime soon, so you decide to tidy your room a bit to help you tire. Clothes are thrown haphazardly on your desk, so you pick them up one by one and store them in their rightful places. 

You hear a soft knock at your door, and you don’t think twice before you quietly call out a come in. You don’t remember that the only articles of clothing you’re wearing are a t-shirt that slides down one shoulder and a pair of panties being covered by the hem of your shirt. 

“Hey, I -” Only when you hear Remus’ sentence stop prematurely do you remember your attire. Your eyes widen and your back is to him, and you don’t know if it’s better to be facing him or not. 

You make up your mind quickly though, as you turn around, hands still clutching one of your sweaters you were in the middle of putting away. 

“R-Remus,” you stutter, eyes still wide as you realize that he hasn’t looked away; hasn’t backed himself out of your room even after taking in your half-naked body.

He seems to snap out of his trance then, shaking his head profusely as he speaks. “Sorry, I just heard you up and wanted to check on you.”

You nod once before speaking, “I’m okay, just not tired.”

He hums, fumbling a book in his large hands, one you’re sure he was in the middle of reading when he heard your footsteps across your room. 

He’s still in his day clothes; worn jeans and a button-up shirt that’s rolled up his sleeves. You want to make a move - it’s the perfect time - he’s looking along the expanse of your body and you can feel heat creeping its way up your neck and face. You shift back and forth on your feet as you pick at the sweater in your arms. 

Remus must mistake your nervousness for uncomfortableness because he quickly rushes out, “I’m sorry, I’ll just go.” 

“No!” You say, and you internally cringe at how desperate you sound. “No, no, it’s fine.” 

Remus gives another nod of understanding and says, “You wanna talk?”

You signal your head yes, pulling out your desk chair and indicating for him to sit. 

He turns to shut your door, and you try to calm yourself, trying to convey to your body he’s only doing that so your conversation doesn’t wake Sirius. He makes his way to the chair and sits, placing the novel he brought on top of your desk. 

Your back is against your desk so you place your hands there and lift your body until you’re perched on the edge, the hem of your shirt riding dangerously high on your thighs. Under normal circumstances, you would be more modest, but right now you couldn’t think straight and with the way Remus is eyeing the newly exposed skin, you can’t be bothered to care. 

With newfound confidence, you decide to lean back, placing your hands behind you to prop yourself up. The movement causes the shirt to completely uncover your panties, and you’re thanking past you for wearing decent ones. Your shirt is fairly thin, and you’re acutely aware of your nipples rubbing against the fabric. You know that if Remus were to look he could see them through the cotton, but his eyes are trained on another piece of cotton covering a far more intimate part of you. 

You see him gulp, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes find yours. You keep your face neutral; chest heaving as you look at him. 

“What’re you doing?” He asks, and you want to scoff - you know what I’m doing, Remus - is what you want to say, but instead, you paint a look of confusion over your features as you reply.

“What d’you mean?” 

He lets out an actual scoff at that, edges of his lips curling into a smirk. “If you want something, just ask.” 

You deflate at that, you don’t know exactly what to ask for. Well, you do, but there’s no way you could get your mouth to articulate the words. 

Remus’ hand finds your ankle, and his thumb runs along the outside of it as he waits for your answer. His touch makes goosebumps rise along your skin, and if he can make you feel dizzy just by rubbing your ankle, what the hell are you going to do when he gives you what you want?

You move the leg he has a hold of further out as you spread your legs and give him a view of where you really want him to put his hands.

Remus sucks in a breath, your legs are open - for him - and it’s probably one of the prettiest sights he’s ever seen. 

“I want this,” is all you say, and it’s quiet after that; you can hear your breaths mingling as Remus decides what to do next. 

He contemplates his answer; he’s captivated by you and knows you possess similar feelings towards him, but he’s been hesitant to act on it. He doesn’t want to subject you to his monthly routines, doesn’t want you to feel as though you should be his caretaker. No, you deserve someone your own speed, someone you wouldn’t have to worry about every full moon, someone who can take care of you, not the other way around. 

You get tired of waiting for his response, it’s obvious you both want this - he would have left by now if he didn’t. So, you reach down for his hand that still has a firm grasp on your ankle and you bring it up between your legs, placing it directly on your clothed cunt as you lift your hips up into it. The breathtaking friction catches you by surprise, a moan hitching in your throat as your hips thrust against his open palm once more. 

Also catching you by surprise is the groan that Remus lets out, the sight of you taking matters into your own hands and using him for your own pleasure makes him hot, makes his mouth water and his pants tighten. He can feel the way your clit pulses against his palm as he presses against it, feels the way the hardened nub drags up his fingers as you buck your hips again. 

“Fuck,” he whines - whines - as your hips continue to pull up and down his hand. He doesn’t know what he wants to do first, wants to pull your panties aside and see the slick drip out of your center, wants to lean forward and put his tongue there, tasting you and licking up to suck on your clit because he just knows it would drive you crazy. Your breathy moans are loud in the quiet of the room but he doesn’t care, he wants to hear more of them. 

He pulls his hand away, and you mewl at the loss of contact. Remus can see the wet spot on your panties, can feel it on his hand where it soaked through the fabric. 

“Come sit,” he says, patting his thighs. 

You waste no time hopping off the desk and straddling his thighs. You rest your hands on his shoulders, and his make a home on your hips. 

He continues your rutting against him; watches your face as you discover how hard your previous actions made him. 

Your eyebrows are furrowed, your mouth ajar as pants leave your lips every time you feel Remus’ cock slide against your cunt. You grind down harder, chasing the feeling that’s building in your core. 

You feel one of Remus’ hands slide up your back and onto your neck, and you lunge forward as you feel him push your lips toward his. It’s a messy kiss, not very coordinated at all - it’s hard to focus when he starts to move with you, matching your thrusts eagerly. 

Remus rests his forehead against yours as he speaks again. “Can you do somethin’ for me, baby?” 

You bob your head before he even finishes the question, of course, you’d do anything for him. 

“Can you call me daddy, sweetheart?” 

Your hips stutter; it’s not something you ever would have done otherwise, something you’ve never really thought of before, and you whimper as you give a hesitant nod of your head. 

Remus senses your hesitation, stops the grinding of your hips as he talks. “Here,” he begins, lifting your hips up and shifting you so that you’re now straddling one of his thighs. “Rub on this,” he tells you, and when he bounces his legs your mouth drops and you gasp loudly as his hard thigh makes contact with your aching clit. 

“Think you could cum from this?” His question is a whisper in your ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, hips picking up speed as you ride his thigh. 

Your hesitation to obey his request goes out the window - the way the fabric of your panties is catching your clit, his muscular thigh tensing with the exertion of moving your body against him, feels better than anything you could do to yourself.

“Yes, daddy,” you sob. “Feels so good.” 

He groans, cock twitching at the name falling from your lips. It sounds so sinful coming from someone as innocent as you, and Remus thinks that he could definitely cum from this. 

“Yeah? Doing so good.” He plants a kiss in your hair, you barely feel it, the only sensation you can feel is the drag of your cunt against him. Your hips are moving so fast now, you’re so close and Remus can tell; your moans have grown louder and you’re dragging your cunt against the fabric of his thigh so violently the chair he’s sitting in is starting to rock with your bodies. 

“I think I- oh, daddy,” your clit is throbbing, core quivering around nothing as you roll your hips against Remus’ thigh; It’s beginning to feel overwhelming, and your legs are burning with exhaustion. “I can’t,��� you sob.

Remus shushes you, plants a firm kiss to your head before his grip on your hips tightens and he pulls and pushes you against him hard and fast, and you cry out again. “Let it go, baby. Cum for daddy.”

And you do, the feeling in your core exploding and washing over you, simulating actual waves that roll from your cunt and travel throughout all your limbs.

“Daddy,” you mewl, body writhing as you ride out your high. 

“I know, I know,” Remus coos, one hand moving up to cup the back of your head, the other drawing pretty patterns on your back as you sluggishly continue to drag your hips over his thigh, basking in the remnants of the orgasm that still lingers in your core. 

And when your hips stop, he plants kisses along any skin he can find until you lift your head and place your lips on his. 

You kiss him deeply, and you both moan at the feeling because something’s changed between the two of you, the atmosphere doesn’t feel the same as before. You almost pull back and ask what happens next, because there is no way the two of you can go back to normal after that. 

However, just then, once you’re finally still and your mind isn’t flooded with arousal as it was before, can you feel the hard length of Remus’ cock nudging your thigh. 

You lean your head back, still close enough to feel his lips brush against yours, and your hand travels to his cock and squeezes it as you speak.

“Need some help with that?”

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The Best Medicine

Summary: You are in the hospital, but you can never sleep in hospitals. Good thing you have a very attractive night shift nurse who is willing to help out.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: hospitals, light med talk, bad medical writing, fluff

A/N: Please ignore the plot holes or the fact that this isn’t the most realistic and also I know this isn’t how discharge works at the hospital.. It’s called fiction for a reason, darling. Also, I left the reason the reader is in the hospital open ended bc some of us may have medical conditions/reasons that we can attach to this, but if not I tried to keep it vague enough on purpose so that you can imagine whatever. Also if you like Nurse!Tom and have requests for him lmk bc i’m happy to write for him.

Toss and turn. Toss and turn. The routine was getting old. This was your third night in the hospital and sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

Maybe it was the medicine they had you on. Maybe it was the constant symphony of sounds and people passing in the hallway. Maybe it was because you weren’t at home in your own bed.

Maybe it was just because you were in the hospital.

You couldn’t be sure. What you were sure of is that you weren’t falling asleep anytime soon.

Feeling another presence in the room, you looked from the ceiling to the doorway where you saw Tom, one of the night shift nurses, standing cautiously.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked as he eased his way inside.

“Nope.”

“So no sleep again, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Sorry darling. Let’s go ahead and get these vitals over with.” He took your blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature and wrote it down in your chart. Putting the clipboard back on its hook at the end of the bed, he looked up at your tired face. “Okay. So now about that sleep. What do you think will help?”

“Not being in the hospital.”

He chuckled lightly while walking back towards your bedside.

“I know. You hate it here. You’ve made that very clear and I try not to take too much offense to it.” You let out a slight laugh and held back the fact that he was the best part of this whole experience. He almost made it worth it. “I’m sorry we can’t give you any sleeping medication. Do you think it’ll help if I talk to you?”

“You mean tell me bedtime stories?” You couldn’t help but tease him at the adorable suggestion, though it sent a swarm of butterflies off in your stomach.

“I was thinking more like bore you ‘till you fell asleep. But whatever works.”

“You’re the nurse. If you think it’ll help.” You both sat there smirking at each other for a moment. Something unspoken floating in the air between you two.

“Well, I need to finish my round of vitals first. I’ll come check on you when I’m done and if you’re still up we’ll see about those stories.”

“I’ll be here.”

About fifteen or twenty minutes later you heard a light tap on your door followed by “Still awake?”

“Always.”

“You up for a chat?” Tom asked as he made his way to the stool then rolled slightly closer to your bed.

“Got nothing better to do.” You teased again.

“Okay. Well you should probably lay down.”

“Oh. It’s going to be that kind of story, huh?” His laugh was so beautiful and you were happy you were the cause of it.

“No.” He corrected in between laughs “The goal is to get you to sleep. So sitting up won’t help.”

“Right. Right.”

“Well.. anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

“Why did you choose to become a nurse?”

“Ahhh. Good question. So I actually went to an art school.” You couldn’t help the brief expression of surprise that crossed your face. “I know. Shocking. I did training specifically in dance and gymnastics and I loved it.”

“Wait, so what happened?” You asked, turning on your side to face him more comfortably.

“Well one day we were rehearsing for a show and I fell. Ruined my knee. Had to do physical therapy for months. I tried to get back into it, but it just wasn’t the same. However, through that process I learned a lot about medicine and the health side of things. It really turned me on to it. And when my Plan A got a bit messed up I thought ‘hey, this could work’. So far it’s treated me pretty well.”

You smiled at Tom, admiring his passion for his career and the determination he had to keep pushing after his accident. You enjoyed hearing him talk about it too. If you didn’t know any better you would say it was helping you relax.

“My story that boring?”

“Obviously.”

“Your sarcasm has no end.”

“Oh… goodness.. you thought that was sarcasm?”

Tom only laughed and shook his head the way he often did with you.

You may just have been his patient and he may have just been your nurse, but you both bonded. He kept you company and gave you comfort. In return, you kept him entertained during the quiet night shifts.

“I’m not going to sleep. I'm just resting my eyes. But still listening.” You told him as you nestled further into the hospital bed, trying to find a position that would make it comfortable.

“Okay, darling.” He grinned at you.

“Tell me more. What kind of-” You had to stop to yawn, “What kind of art stuff did you do?”

“Oh. Well, I was in a few musicals. I really enjoyed dancing. I did ballet ever since I was young and I love the control I have over my body. The tricks I can do with gymnastics or the turns and leaps. I mean I can’t do them to that level anymore, but I try to stay active.” He glanced up and noticed you hadn’t moved, “Are you still with me?”

“Mhm.” You barely respond.

“Okay. Well it was a performing arts school so we really were trained in many areas. We had classes in acting, singing, dancing, all of it. It was a lot of fun and I met my best friends there.”

Tom began telling stories about his time at school. Before he knew it, he lost himself and track of time. He looked back at you, quiet and still.

“Y/N?” You were finally asleep. “Goodnight, darling.” He whispered as he gently made his exit.

Because Tom worked the night shift, you never saw him when you woke in the morning. Instead, Tanya, a sweet nurse that felt like a big sister, or Linda, Nurse Ratched in the flesh, came in for morning vitals and meds.

You counted down the days until your release. Life in the hospital was pretty uneventful with the limit on visitors and limited activity. There’s only so many sitcoms one can take in a given timespan. The only thing that you really looked forward to each night was when Tom clocked in.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Tom.” You would smile at each other.

“How are we feeling today?”

“Better. Ready to get out of here.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you are feeling better and still ready to jailbreak.” He smiled while writing something down on your chart. “They should be bringing up your dinner tray soon and then I’ll bring by your evening meds after that.”

“Okay.”

“If you need me you know what to do.” He called to you before walking out the door.

You were disappointed when Shelley brought your evening meds by later. She was a nice enough nurse. She just wasn’t Tom.

You’d grown accustomed to mainly having him as your nurse during the evening shift. At first you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or on purpose, but after a few nights of staying up and talking, you grew closer to him. You saw less of the other nursing staff and more of Tom.

You tried not to build anything up in your head. You were sure everything he was doing was in his job description and a part of being a good nurse.

He would sneak you extra pudding cups from the cafeteria and bring you an extra heated blanket because you could never stay warm. If you needed a new IV, he held your hand to ease the anxiety. He kept you company and made you feel less alone in such a sterile and intimidating place. And when he noticed you had trouble sleeping he chose to sit with you to help you fall asleep. You couldn’t help the butterflies that built in your stomach.

It became a sort of routine. He checked on you during evening vitals, even if someone else was doing them, and you were always still awake. He would then come and sit with you and chat for a bit, telling you different stories until you eventually fell asleep.

Some nights when you were extra restless he would help you walk the halls.

“The doctors have to see you’re stable enough before you can be discharged. Plus, maybe it’ll tire you out.” He suggested.

He would help get your IV pole ready so you could walk with it. He helped you into your slippers and eased you out of bed after passing you your robe.

Walking the hall slowly, Tom knew he had to remain professional, yet he found a few excuses to graze his hand across your back to ‘steady you’ when you turned corners or he thought you were looking tired.

“It might take me a while to get back to my usual jogs in the park, huh?” You laughed in spite of yourself.

“You’ll get there. Baby steps.” He encouraged, as you turned around the Nurse’s Station. You missed the faces the other night shift nurses were giving you both, but Tom was sure to subtly flick them off. “So, do you like running?” He asked as you headed back towards your room.

Throughout your late nights together, he told you of his three younger brothers and his dog named Tessa. You spoke about what you would do when you were out of hospital. He talked about his friends and flatmates and the adventures they had. He told you many stories, but each morning when you woke up he was clocked out and the day shift nurses were there.

Tonight was your last night. You’re set to be discharged tomorrow and while you are ecstatic to go home, you’re going to miss one thing about this place.

“I bet you’re too excited to sleep tonight. I don’t know if my stories will even help.” Tom said as he sat down next to you.

You smiled up to him sweetly.

“What are you looking forward to the most once you get out of here?”

“Sleeping in my own bed.”

“Well that’s no surprise.” Tom laughed, a contagious sound making you giggle as well. “Isn’t there anything you’ll miss about this place?”

“Yeah.” He smiled “There’s one thing.”

“What’s that?” He asks.

“The pudding cups.”

“Ahh the pudding cups of course.” You giggled while fiddling with the IV line.

“They just don’t taste the same in the outside world.”

His smile grew wider as you giggled.

“No, but really. As much as I give this place grief and say I’m ready to get out of here - which I am,” You gave him a pointed look to which he held his hands up in mock surrender, fully believing you, “it hasn’t been too terribly awful I guess.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad we could make your stay not too terribly awful.. I guess.” He teased. “Do you have anything exciting to look forward to once you’re a free woman?”

“Nothing huge planned, really. The doctors did say to take it easy.”

“That’d be wise.”

“Yeah. I’ll just lay low for a while. My sister said she may try to come visit me though so that would be nice.”

“Oh that would be nice. She’s your older sister right?”

“Right. She moved away last year to be closer to her boyfriend.”

“Ah. Do you like him?”

“Sorry?”

“This boyfriend. Do you like him?”

“He’s alright, I suppose. He makes her happy.” Tom nodded along.

“And do you have a boyfriend that makes you happy?”

“N-No. No I don’t. Not at the moment.” You began fiddling with the IV cord again.

“No boyfriend or not a boyfriend that makes you happy?” He asked.

“Neither.”

“Well that’s a shame.” If the heart monitor was connected you would’ve been screwed. “I just mean someone needs to look after you once you get home. I hope this sister comes through for a visit. You’ve got to take it easy.”

“Oh I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be.” He smiled.

“How has your shift been tonight? Busy?” You asked, fighting back a yawn.

“A bit busier than usual. There was a slight emergency earlier which is why Shelley handed out meds tonight. Sorry I didn’t come around.”

“It’s alright. I know you have other patients.”

“Yeah, but none like you.” You were sure he said that to all of his patients. After all, you’ve heard similar lines ever since you went to the pediatrician as a child. But it still gave you butterflies.

“Are you getting sleepy?”

“A little. But it’s okay.” He gave you a pointed look but continued to talk anyway. “It’s the last night. One final request for storytime. Make it a good one.”

You thought for a moment before asking your question.

“Do you ever wish that life turned out differently? That you never had your accident and you could’ve followed your dreams to be a dancer?” You asked while turning on your side and getting more comfortable.

“Sometimes. At least, I used to. But I think I’ve accepted it now. And I really can’t see myself doing anything but this.” You nodded taking in his answer “I look at it this way. If it wasn’t for my injury then I never would’ve changed my career path and found my love for medicine. I never would have made so many of the friends I’ve made or the memories I’ve made. I never would have met you.” He finishes with a sweet smile.

“That’s a very positive way of looking at it.” You told him. “Be honest, are you a therapist during the day?” He laughed out loud.

“No. I’m not. I guess I’m a big believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’.” You nodded while covering a yawn.

“So I’ve been curious to ask you,” He began, “Do you usually have this much trouble sleeping? Because you can get help for that you know?” You smiled at him.

“What? I thought a night nurse talking to you was the cure?” Tom smirked and shook his head. “I’m kidding. No, I normally don’t. It’s just the stiff sheets and hospital sounds I think.”

“Darn hospital.” He rolled his eyes and joked. “So this time tomorrow you’ll be sound asleep in your own bed then?”

You knew it was meant to be a happy statement, but you were a little sad at the thought of not having any more late night chats with Tom.

“Yes. Thank God.” You forced a smile.

You felt another yawn coming and tried to hold it back. It was already past the usual time that you fell asleep.

Tom could tell you were exhausted so he launched into a story from nursing school, hoping to lull you to sleep.

You yawned your way through listening, trying to soak up every last moment with Tom. In the morning he wouldn’t be here. You’d leave and likely never see him again.

When he finished, your eyes were half open and he wondered how you were still awake. Or maybe why.

“Why are you fighting it? The point is to sleep. Give in.” He told you gently after another yawn.

You looked up at him, half asleep and rubbing your eyes, not finding the confidence to tell him the true reason you were trying to stay awake.

“I’m happy right now.”

He smiled down at you.

“I am too. But you need your sleep, darling.” You weren’t sure what to say and you didn’t have much energy left in you anyway. “How about this. I’ve probably been in here too long as it is. Let me go check in at the Nurse’s Station and then I’ll come back and check on you soon and see if you’re still awake okay?”

The thought that he was leaving gave you a sad feeling in your stomach. You tried to remind yourself that he was just your nurse. Nothing more.

“Okay.” You smiled at him, sleepily, while settling further into the bed.

He stood up and instead of walking towards the door he walked closer to you. He grabbed the thin, white hospital blanket and pulled it closer around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered before he walked to the door.

“Tom?” You called out just before he opened it. He turned around with an expectant look, “Thanks for everything.”

Even though the room was dim you could see his smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

You don’t remember much after that. You don’t know if Tom came back to check on you. You just remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

When you woke up the following morning it felt like any other morning in the hospital.

The hallways were much louder. Beeps, chatter, and phones were constant. The lights were brighter.

But you were quickly reminded that it wasn’t any other morning. You were going home today.

The door creaked open and Tanya, one of your regular daytime nurses, poked her head in.

“Oh good you’re up.” She made her way inside and over to the gloves. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. Thanks.” She gave you a smile, something hidden behind it.

“I’m sure.” She said quietly to herself. You gave her a questioning look. “Oh I just mean I’m sure you’re excited to get out of here.”

You nodded as she took your vitals one last time.

“Everything looks good. What do you say about getting this IV out?”

“I say that sounds amazing.”

She took it out and bandaged up your arm while informing you of how the morning would go.

“Dr. McCoy is making rounds now then he’ll be by soon to go over your discharge. You can get dressed whenever you’re ready. If you need help, buzz me. You’ll still have a breakfast tray come, but you don’t have to eat it.” She gave you a wink while taking off her gloves.

“Thanks Tanya.”

“Of course, sweetie. And in case I don’t see you before you go, you’ve been a wonderful patient. Take care of yourself.” You smiled at her as she left you to change into some leggings and a sweatshirt.

You were packing your remaining things into your bag when your doctor walked in.

“Y/N! How are we doing today?”

“We’re doing great because we’re going home.” You smiled while taking a seat to rest for a few minutes.

“I know you’re excited.” He laughed before explaining the conditions of your discharge. You had medicines to take, a follow up appointment, and strict instructions to rest for the next few weeks. After signing some forms he left you with a stack of papers. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah my neighbor should be here within an hour.”

“Sounds good. Don’t hesitate to call us or come back in if you have any trouble or questions.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

A few minutes after he left a nurse brought in your breakfast tray. There wasn’t much of a point for it but since your discharge wasn’t technically until 10:30 am you were still a patient during breakfast.

You took the pudding cup that you requested with every meal off the tray before sliding it away. Smiling to yourself, you tucked it away in your bag. All you had left to do was wait for 10:30.

Tanya came in to check on you again and told you to buzz the Nurse’s Station when you knew your ride was here. At 10:27 you had a text from your neighbor that they were out front in the pickup zone. So you hit the call button.

“Yes?” Linda, the scariest dayshift nurse, answered.

“Um hi. Tanya told me to buzz in when my ride was here so I could go down.”

“Okay we’ll be right in.”

Not even a minute later you heard your door open. Expecting to see Tanya or maybe even Linda you looked up.

An audible gasp left your lips when Tom stood in your doorway with a wheelchair.

“I hear someone needs a ride?” He smiled as he made his way closer to the bed.

“Tom. What are you still doing here?”

“I pulled a double.” You wanted to ask why, but decided against it. You were still in a little bit of shock from seeing him again. “If you’d rather I can go get Linda to walk you down?” He pointed back towards your door.

“No! No.. I’m just surprised s’all.”

“Well come on. I thought you’d be running out of this place once the clock hit 10:30.” Glancing up you saw it was now 10:34. Your neighbor is probably tired of waiting already.

You grabbed your discharge papers and reached for your bag when you heard, “I got it.” Smiling at him, you sat down in the wheelchair. Tom placed the bag around his shoulder and kicked the brakes off the chair. “Ready?” You nodded up at him.

He rolled you out of the room that felt so small for a final time. You passed the Nurse’s Station and waved bye to the staff. He turned by the elevators and when you looked up at him in question, he read your mind. Looked down at you he said, “We’re taking the staff elevators.”

When you made it there he hit the button, turning you around and backing you in once the doors opened. He hit the button for the Lobby and leaned up against the wall of the elevator, briefly glancing at you, as you rode down together.

“Well you made it. You’re a free woman.” He smiled shyly.

“Yippee.” He met your eyes for a moment before looking back to the floor. The dynamics felt different. It wasn’t like your late night talks together.

“Listen, Y/N.” Tom began as he stood up from the wall and faced you. He was about to continue when the elevator ding cut him off, signaling you had reached your destination.

Maybe that was what was different. You had reached your destination.

You had a fun time talking with Tom and entertaining each other when you were both up late at night. He was fun to get to know and you enjoyed having someone care for you. He was easy to banter with and certainly easy on the eyes. But your time at the hospital was up. You knew it would be eventually. You wanted it to be.

Tom was a nurse. He was just doing his job. He was helping take care of you. He was being nice. He was trying to make your stay more comfortable. There was nothing to read into.

Your time being his patient was up and your time with him was up.

You tried to remain realistic, but the sadness still crept up as he rolled you closer to the door.

Once outside, you saw your neighbor exit the car and wave you over. Tom steered in the direction and slowed before rolling to a stop and hitting the brake locks on the wheels.

“Hi, I’m Taylor.”

“Tom.” They shook hands as Tom passed off your bag for Taylor to put in the backseat.

“I’m sorry for the circumstances, but it really has been a pleasure having you as a patient and getting to know you, Y/N.” Tom admitted as he walked around to face you. He grabbed the papers from your lap. “Take care of yourself, okay?” You had shared many smiles with Tom, but this one felt sadder.

“I will. Thank you for everything, Tom. I mean it.” You reached up and squeezed his hand. He gave you a light squeeze back while smiling down at you. Taylor returned from the backseat of the car and Tom turned to them.

“These are her important papers about follow up appointments, medications, what to do at home, all of that so please make sure she doesn’t lose any of them.” He emphasized the point.

“Got it. Thanks.” Taylor held onto the stack while Tom turned back to you.

“If I can’t handle a few papers on my own, then maybe I shouldn’t be going home yet, Tom.” You laughed.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure they made it home with you.” He walked closer. “You ready to get in?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. He helped you up, supporting you just as a precaution. Once seated, you took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled the seatbelt down. He met your hand, taking it from you to buckle you in.

“You good?”

You nodded with a smile, “Just a little tired. No biggie.”

He looked you over before returning your smile, though his didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If you need us, call us. Otherwise go home and rest.”

This was it. This was goodbye.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He shut the door. He walked back to the wheelchair, released the brake locks and headed inside. He looked back only when your car was driving away.

“Here’s those papers that are so important.” Taylor handed you the stack after they got in.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks.” You felt them looking at you as they joined traffic.

“You sure? You sound like you feel awful.”

You try to remind yourself to forget the sweet and attractive nurse and start moving forward.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You decide to distract yourself by reading through your discharge paperwork, when something caught your eye. On top was a sticky note with the hospital’s letterhead. You were sure it wasn’t there before. Looking closer it read,

Y/N,

In case you need someone to talk to when you can’t sleep.

555-5555

P. S. I have a connection to some pretty good pudding cups too.

Tom

The smile that grew on your face was undeniable. All the feelings you suppressed came flooding in. He wasn’t just being nice. He actually liked you.

One thing you knew for sure was that even though you would be in your own bed tonight, you still would be up, talking to a very special nurse.

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She's Just Resting

AO3 Link! this is sad, there is a character death! this is based on a scenario I wrote last month when I couldn't sleep and I should've definitely kept it to myself. but if I have to go through the pain then so do y'all, if you can handle it, of course! but uh, let me know what you think and apologies for any grammatical errors! no tag list!

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“You were so brave tonight, Ali. My beautiful brave girl.” You say as you press a kiss to her cheek. Alcina hummed. “Shh, my love. I know how exhausted you must be.” You ran your hands down her arms.

“Darling?” Alcina questioned, her voice soft. “I… Tha-thank you.”

You gave her a small smile. “Anytime, my love. Anytime. Now, let’s get you ready for bed, yes? A nice bath should help soothe your muscles and I’ll have Camille bring up some tea. Does that sound good, Ali?” Alcina nodded her head, her eyes drooping. “Hey, hey, stay with me. Stay with me.” You say as you help her undress.

“I’m… I’m with y-you, dear.” Alcina replied after a beat. You pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand. “Te iubesc.”

“Te iubesc, Ali.” You said back. “Work with me, alright? You’re practically boneless, my love.” You chuckle a bit as you lead Alcina to the bathtub. “Shit. I didn’t turn the bath on.” You groaned.

“Sit?” Alcina asked, pointing at the stool. “I’ll sit. Feel di-dizzy.” You nodded your head as you helped her over to the stool and watched as she slowly leaned her head against the wall.

You pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I’d be lost without you.” You go over to the cabinet to pull out the rose and coconut oils before turning on the water to fill up the bathtub. “And now we wait.” You say looking over at Alcina who was leaning back against the wall. “You’re not falling asleep over there, are you?”

Alcina grunts. “No.” You hummed. “Almost done?” Alcina asked.

“Almost done, Ali.” You replied as you made sure the water temperature was just right. “Alright, come on. We’ll make this a quick bath and then in the morning, you can take a longer one. One that you can properly enjoy, doesn’t that sound nice?” You asked.

“Mhmm, sounds lo-lovely.” Alcina said with a shiver as you helped her into the bath. “Cold. So c-cold.” She murmured.

You frowned. The water was scalding hot. You made quick work of washing the blood and dirt off of Alcina before helping her out of the tub. You went into her wardrobe to find her something to wear while she sat on her bad. When you came back out, her eyes were closed.

“No, no, Alci. Open your eyes for me, okay baby?” You patted her cheek causing her eyes to flutter open. You gave her a small smile as she looked at you through half lidded eyes. “Camille’ll be up soon with your tea. I’ll add a little blood to it to help you sleep.”

“Sleep? Now?” Alcina asked, She sounded so tired.

You sighed. “Tea first and then sleep.” You replied. “I, um, I checked on the girls. They’re going to be fine. Miranda said you might have a concussion from your, um, your, your fall.” You said. “So you have to stay awake for just a little longer.”

“Head.” Alcina said. “W-what hap-happened?” Alcina asked.

You cleared your throat. “There was... a fight, Alcina.” You replied. “I won’t go into the, uh, the details. But w-we won. Because of you. Yo-you were so brave, so so brave tonight. There was a moment where I thought...” You trailed.

Alcina didn’t say anything for a minute. “Thought what?” Alcina asked.

“I thought I... Alcina, I thought you di-died out there.” You said quietly. “You did die. You died. And then you, then you came back.” You leaned into her as you sniffled. “Don’t, don’t do that again. Okay? Promise?” Alcina just hummed a small  promise  out and you accepted it.

There was knock on the door. “Come in.” You called out and Camille walked in with the tea. “Thank you, Camille.” You told the woman with a smile. She simply smiled back before heading back out of the room. “Here, Ali. Drink your tea then we can rest.” You say as you get her tea together before you helped her drink it. 

“Draga?” You hummed at her. “Sleep now? Vă rog?”

“Yes, yes. Sleep now.” You said as you helped her lay down. You pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”

You watched her sleep for a few hours, just to make sure that she was still breathing. You figured that since her breathing was so strong for the first few hours, that it would be okay if you fell asleep for a little bit, no more than an hour. So you let yourself curl into Alcina’s side and let your breath even out as you went to sleep. You let out a small yawn as you woke up, the sun barely peeking into the room. You looked over at Alcina who was still sleeping, making you smile.

“Alci? It’s time to wake up, my love.” You said, pressing your hand against her cheek only for you to pull it back quickly. Her skin was ice cold. “Alci? Alci?” You asked, shaking her arm but she didn’t wake. “No, no, no, you promised.” You said with tears in your eyes. “Wake up, Alcina. Wake up right now.” You hit her cheek a few times to try and wake her up but it didn’t work.

You shook your head. “You promised. Please wake up. Please?” You asked, pressing your forehead to her cold one. “Someone help me. Please! Help, please!” You shouted as loud as you could as you continued to ask Alcina to wake up.

It took a while before someone came in, that someone being Mother Miranda. You looked up at her, your face red. “Please help. Sh-she won’t wake up. I can’t... Mir, she won’t wake up. Do some-something. Please.” You begged, your voice cracking.

Miranda walked over to you and Alcina. “Come here.” You shook your head as you held onto Alcina, still begging her to open her eyes. “Y/N, come here. Now.”

“No! I won’t. I can’t leave her. She’s just, she’s still sleeping. She was tired. She was fine. Miranda, she was fine. She is fine. Alci’s fine. Right? She’s just.... she’s just sleeping.” You rambled off as Miranda helped you off the bed. You were unaware of that fact until your feet hit the floor. “What are you- Miranda, don’t make me, I can’t leave her. She needs me. I- I have t-to be here when she wakes up. Sh-she needs h-help, Mir.”

Miranda shook her head. “She’s gone, Y/N.” You shook your head as you tried to pull away from Miranda.

“Mir, let me go. She’s gonna wake up soon. Let me go!” You sobbed as Miranda pulled you into a hug.

Miranda rubbed your back as you cried into her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” Miranda said. “I’m so terribly sorry.”

“Stop it. She’s not.... she’s not dead. She was fine. She was breathing fine. I just went to sleep for an hour, she was fine. Mir, what happened?” You asked. “You said she only had a concussion. She was fine.”

“I know, I know. I’m sor-” Miranda started but you cut her off.

“No! You lied to me. This is your fault. You said it was a concussion and now she’s dead. So tell me, Mir, what happened?” You asked.

Miranda shook her head. “Y/N, I checked her over. I swear all she had was a concussion, I didn’t lie to you.” Miranda said.

“So why is she dead, Mir? Why the hell is she dead?!” You backed away from her shaking your head. You turned away from her, grabbing Alcina’s hand. “She promised. She’ll come back like last time. She’s just... resting. That’s all, my love, you’re just resting.” You say to yourself as you cup Alcina’s cheek, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Miranda stood there, awkwardly watching you with Alcina. “I’m going to go let her daughters know. They’d want a chance to say goodbye to their Mother.” Miranda said before leaving the room.

“You’re not gone. You promised. And you’re resting, you’re just resting. You promised you wouldn’t leave and you wouldn’t break a promise. You’re just resting. You’re just resting.” You repeated to yourself as your tears rolled down Alcina’s cheeks.

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little elephant

an original sci fi short story (by me), under the cut

I hear we’re doing an Earth flyby soon. That’s pretty big.

I mean, theoretically. I doubt I’ll get to see it, anyway, and I’ll definitely not be able to visit. I found out last night when my shift was up. I came back to my bunk, downed a nutrition shake, and scrolled on the screen through the delivery schedule for the next few weeks. Doesn’t look like we’re dropping much off, it’s probably just a refueling stop on our way to Alpha Centauri. Still, pretty cool to even pass nearby terra firma prima. Even cooler to make a stop.

It’s kind of silly, but I had trouble falling asleep after learning that. Wasted two of my ten hours lying up imagining what it’s like down there. But shifts in the warehouse run me pretty ragged, and I had to be ready for another ten hours soon, so I managed to get some sleep eventually.

*****

I’m a little surprised I haven’t heard more chatter from the rest of the Warehouse guys about our upcoming Earth visit. Maybe they just didn’t bother to check the schedule? Then again, I don’t blame them; it’s not like it makes a difference to our jobs. No time to gaze out the window and marvel at the view passing by when you’re busy keeping the shelves stocked, stacked, organized, attended. There’s acres of stuff down here -- they build these galactic shipping crates as big as cities these days -- and it all has to be kept neat and tidy and under just the right atmospheric conditions, and packed and boxed and pressurized and labeled to make sure it gets to just the right bug-eyed creature on just the right planet at just the right time. Or something like that. We don’t even have windows to look out of.

I guess the rest of the Warehouse guys aren’t human, so Earth wouldn’t be different from any other ball of mud we pass on a monthly basis out here. There aren’t many of us down here. 

I think I might’ve been a diversity hire, honestly -- half the company’s founders were humans, but less than a third of its employees are today. I applied because it was about the only job I could get. Nav or Tech would’ve been a sweet gig, but I didn’t have the math scores for those. But I could read. Standard Galactic Characters, anyway, but not much else. So I got hired for Warehouse. Gotta boost the numbers somehow, I guess.

*****

The heaters are on the fritz in level 6 bay 11 again. I’ve messaged Tech about the faulty wiring down there half a dozen times already, the stupid things just keep going out. I’m heading up there in person to make sure it gets fixed this time. If the heat’s up for too long down there, the containers will roast. Their contents will rot. The Company will lose thousands. Probably put it all on my paycheck, while they’re at it. So I’m making my way to Tech.

Tech is mid-ship, up about a dozen floors from the warehouse levels. I can take an elevator, thankfully; climbing that many ladders would put me out a whole shift of work. 

Terrestrials always have this romantic idea of floating around in zero gravity the moment you get to space, and the whole time you’re up there. I know ‘cause that’s what I used to think before I got sent up. Really, you’re only in zero g if you’re not accelerating, or if you’re in orbit. That’s when the g forces from all sides around you are equal, so you just kind of float there.

My math scores weren’t good enough for Nav, but I still know enough to have gotten here in the first place. The company doesn’t let morons on their ships. Too likely to break things,and cost a fortune.

When we’re accelerating, we have gravity in the ship, which is most of the time -- anytime we’re in transit between locations. The direction of gravity is opposite of where we’re going. When we’re speeding up, there’s more gravity, and when we’re slowing down, it lightens up. At most we get to about 1 standard galactic gravity, which is about 1.6 times the gravity of Earth. Some lab coats a couple centuries ago decided that would be standard for space travel with multiple species on board, since everyone’s used to different gravities on their home planets, and that’s a rough average of the most common ones. 

They still taught us humans about Earth’s gravity, though. That’s cute. Old habits, I guess.

Anyway, I’ve been working at 1 SGG for so long, I’m used to it by now. But evolution still hasn’t completely caught up yet, I guess; my body’s still built for Earth gravity. 12 or so flights of ladders in this gravity would be killer.

So I’m taking the elevator.

*****

I don’t know my way around the offices very well. I spend most of my time in the lower levels of the ship, either in warehouse proper or my bunk. So I have to wander a little to find Tech.

The hallways here are pretty cramped and winding, it’s important to make the most use of available area in a spaceship I guess, but someone runs into me while I’m wandering. 

“Sorry,” I say, not really looking up at who it was I’d bumped into. 

They pause before asking, “Are you Command?”

What? My jumpsuit is faded greyish blue, Command wears purple. “No, Warehouse,” I say. “I’m looking for Tech.” 

“Oh, my bad!” They say, weirdly…chipper. I look up at them finally, and it takes me a second to take in. He’s human, like me. I don’t think I’ve seen another human on this ship before. His jumpsuit is orange. It’s got a tag on the breast with writing stitched on, but I can’t make out what it says. “I’m from Navigation. Warehouse, huh?”

Nav. So that’s what orange is. I nod to him, since I don’t really know what to say. 

“That’s fascinating. I didn’t know we had humans working down there. What’s it like? What are you doing up here in the Offices?”

“I’m, uh, looking for Tech,” I say. “Heater’s out. Could compromise our stock.”

“Oh! Tech’s down that way,” he says cheerfully, pointing down the corridor in the direction he’d come from. “Take the second left, then a right, that’s Tech.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ve never met anybody from Warehouse before,” he says.

“Don’t come up here a lot,” I say. 

“That’s funny. We’ve probably been working on the same ship for months and never knew.”

“Yeah,” I say. I’m aware of every second of my shift I lose to conversation, and every second the heater remains broken. 

“Did you hear about Earth?” he asks eagerly.

“Huh?”

“Earth. We’re doing a flyby soon. Isn’t that exciting? I got the coordinates a few weeks ago, to calculate the flight path, and I knew I recognized those numbers from somewhere--”

“Sorry,” I interrupt, trying to squeeze past him in the narrow hallway. “I have to talk to Tech. I’m on shift.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” he says, and he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll let you get to it. Right.”

I head off, following his directions, and I feel funny as I go. I hear him behind me say goodbye, and something about talking again soon. That’s funny. Maybe Nav has shorter shifts than Warehouse.

*****

It’s the end of the quarter so I got my quarterly review today. I browse through once I get off shift and back to my bunk while I have my nutrition shake. Apparently Management noticed my dip in productivity during my excursion up to Tech and have issued me a warning and a slight pay dock for it. I’ll send a report to contest it since I only left my post to make sure the cargo was safe, but I don’t think it’ll do me much good this time. Management knows how long it takes to get to Tech from Warehouse. They’ll definitely see the downtime from that conversation with the Nav guy. I’ll probably get questions about that, if they’re feeling generous. 

In other news, we’re getting close to Earth. We’ve entered the Milky Way and apparently you can see Jupiter from the ship already, if you squint. Also if you have a screen hooked up to an external camera. There’s no windows down here. 

I don’t actually know what Jupiter looks like, but I’ve heard it’s pretty cool. I know it’s got some important moons, because we’ve been working our tails off getting supply drones packed and ready for shipping off to the factories on Ganymede and Europa. We have to get those sent out soon or else they’ll miss the window to launch and they’ll be delayed, and it’ll be hell on us for getting supplies out late. 

My back is really sore from all the lifting these past couple of days. I’m really not looking forward to getting up for my next shift in nine hours. Oh well.

*****

We’re almost to Earth! I know because we’ve been packing up supply drones all week and all the crates are stamped for Ceres and Mars. I sucked at knowing which planets were where in training (probably why I’m not in Nav), but I do know that those guys are close to Earth. They really beat that one into you when you’re a human: Mars is the next planet over from Earth, it’s the first other planet we sent stuff to, it’s the first planet we sent people to, it’s the first planet we colonized, et cetera, et cetera. 

I don’t have much to say about Mars, I guess. I’ve never been to the place. But those Martians sure do love their stuff. The orders rolling in this week have been endless, full ten-hour shifts of just scouring the shelves and heaving things down and maneuvering them into crates and sealing them and sending them off and then starting all over again with a new one. 

Ceres, too, but, not as much. It’s smaller. I kinda like the dwarf planets. They’re like moons. They’re pretty easy to supply ‘cause they’re not big enough for much else besides a factory or two. They’re manageable. And cute. Or so I imagine.

At least my back doesn’t hurt as much now; gravity in the ship is much less than I’m used to. I think we’re receiving stuff from Earth when we flyby soon, so we have to slow way down in order to accommodate that. So the ship’s been decelerating for a while. 

They don’t actually warn us down here in Warehouse about that ahead of time. The upside? Gravity lessens just gradually enough that every day you feel more and more like Superman when you go to lift a new thing down from the shelves. Everything feels lighter the lower the gravity is. 

The downside is we’ll probably have a hell of a time making sure everything is completely strapped down and not going to float about on first bump once we hit true zero g soon. But I’m not going to worry about that now.

*****

We officially got to Earth today. Well, just above Earth, anyway. My guess is we’re doing a quick high orbit while we exchange ships with supplies, stock, and personnel while we’re here before we head off to Alpha Centauri. 

No one told me any of this, but I figured it out when we fully hit zero g. 

As much difficulty as it is lifting things at 1 SGG, it’s probably as annoying to do it at 0. Maybe more so. Just for different reasons.

We’re not being rushed to get out drones to nearby colonies right now, Earth is one of those big hubs that pretty much takes care of itself. It’s an exporter more than an importer. But we’ll have more to do in coming weeks, so it’s not like we get the day off here in Warehouse just because we’re near Earth. I still don’t think anyone down here cares except for me. I’m still not sure why I care.

Anyway, even though sleeping in zero g is always more tough than in gravity, since you have to strap yourself in to keep from floating off the first time you shift, I’m really looking forward to the end of my shift today. I’m hungry and tired. I just want to drink my nutrition shake and get my ten hours of rest in already.

*****

When I got off shift and back to my bunk, I had a message waiting for me on my console screen. That’s kind of strange on it’s own. But it’s not from Management, which is even stranger. It came from Nav.

No one’s ever messaged me before. I didn’t even know you could do that.

I had to read it a few times to really take it in. 

We made it to Earth yesterday, did you hear? I actually got a package from the planet, I’d love to show you in my cabin today. --Thammanit Sophonpanich

Then it lists the level and room number, and an access code for clearance. I guess it’s that other human I ran into a few weeks ago. 

I don’t know. This is strange. I’ve never gotten a message before that wasn’t from Management, it’s strange to get one at all from anyone else. I have no idea if this access code will work, or if it’ll get me into trouble with security. Maybe this is all just a trick to see if I’m a misbehaving employee?

And even if it is all legitimate, if I went I would surely lose hours of my break. I really need all my ten hours to rest to make it through each shift, and it’s the only downtime I get. I think I’m in trouble enough as it is after my reprimand a few weeks ago, I don’t think I can afford to skip sleep while I can.

As much of a temptation as it is to go up there, to see what Earth stuff he’s got…

*****

I took the elevator up to mid-ship again, a little lower than the Offices this time.

I dunno why I expected more difficulty, to be honest. No one stopped me as I went. I barely saw anyone on the way, anyway. And it’s not like I’m disallowed from going anywhere else while off shift. It’s just not common. Most of us are dead tired by the end of our ten hours, and we don’t usually have any reason to come up here whatsoever.

I needed the access code just to get into the cabin areas, but other than that I had no trouble floating through the halls and to the Nav guy -- Thammanit, I guess -- his room. I knock on his door when I triple-check it’s the right number. Definitely do not want to be bothering someone else here. 

The door whooshes open and he’s there on the other side wearing his orange jumpsuit and a big smile. “You made it!”

“Yeah,” I say.

“You seem tired,” he says. I guess he heard it in my voice, or sees it on my face or something. “Come in, come in,” he says, letting go of the wall with one hand to beckon me in and keeping his other hand on as an anchor. 

I push off the wall and let myself drift inside. He closes the door behind me. 

Man, now I really wish I’d been smart enough to do Nav. My bunk is basically just a chamber big enough for a person to lie down in, set into the wall with rows of hundreds of others just like it. There’s a screen on the wall in there, and a cushion to lie on, but it’s pretty much just built for sleeping in. 

This is way nicer. It’s a whole room -- not a huge one, but palatial compared to what I’m used to for sleeping quarters. It’s got a cot set into the side of the room, and it looks comfy, with room underneath for storing things. Imagine having things to store! And a desk, across from the bunk against the other wall, with a chair bolted to the floor, and a computer setup. It’s actually decorated in here, too; there’s a couple of small posters on the few patches of space available on the walls, and photos of other humans.

“Welcome to my cabin,” Thammanit says. I turn to look back at him and he’s grinning again. “You like it?” I nod. I don’t really know what to say. He shrugs. “It’s not much, but it’s at least a bit like home. Here, take a seat.”

He gestures to the cot, and I drift over and grab the edge to pull myself down to sit on it. He does the same on the chair, and swivels it around to face me. We both do the best we can with the microgravity. 

“So, uh, Thammanit,” I start, and I can tell I’ve butchered the pronunciation before I even seen him wince.

“You can call me Tam,” he laughs. At least he has a sense of humor about it, I guess.

“Uh, Tam. What did you want to show me?”

“Grab that box under there for me,” he says, pointing to a box stored under the cot. I grab it and float it over to him. I see it’s got writing stamped onto it. I can read some of it, the stuff in Galactic Standard Characters, but there’s a lot more I don’t recognize. “My family down on Earth found out our vessel was stopping by Earth, so they sent me this care package,” he says, smiling fondly and very carefully opening the box.

“You have family down there?” I ask.

He nods, and looks up at me. “Don’t you?”

I shake my head. He frowns a little, confused. Before he can ask, I tell him, “I’m colonial. Born and raised on Wolcie. Uh, Wolf 1061c, to you. We call it Wolcie there. It’s shorter, I guess.” He nods again, looking intent. “I’ve, uh, never been to Earth before,” I admit.

“I see,” he says, and sounds sympathetic. “Well, I’m from Earth. A place called Thailand.” He points to a poster on his wall, it’s a colorful map of Earth’s geography. “Right here. And my family still lives there. Well, I don’t know them personally. You know about time dilation?” I nod. I’m not an expert, but I get the gist of it. “So, when we’re accelerating, time appears to be passing slower for us than it does back on Earth. I’ve been working up here long enough that most of the family I grew up with are probably gone already.” He looks at a photo he has affixed to the wall, I suppose of the family members he means. He smiles again. “But I have nieces and cousins who still know about me, and they sent me this.” 

He pulls items out one by one and hands them to me to examine. First is a small toy in a strange shape. It’s solid and smooth, carved from some kind of rock, mostly round with a little protrusion from one side. “It’s an elephant,” Tam explains. “It’s a large animal from Thailand.” I see it now; it has four legs, two tiny eyes, and two large ears carved into it. It’s charming, and somehow comforting. I want to keep it in my pocket with me always.

Next he hands me a plastic cup of some kind. It’s sturdier and thicker than I think it should be. Then he hands me a clear vacuum pack of something brown and nondescript. Then he laughs and pulls out a paper packet that rattles when he shakes it. “They’re seeds!” he exclaims. “Look, they sent me planting things. This is soil from Earth,” he explains, showing me the packet of brown stuff. “You put it in the pot there,” he points to the cup, “and put these seeds in there. Then you add water and let it grow under a UV light.” I nod and give the pot and dirt back to him. He arranges them on the corner of his desk against the wall. “It’ll grow into a tomato plant in a few months. Then I can have fresh tomatoes whenever I want. Have you ever had a tomato?” I shake my head no. “You should try them. The best ones are so sweet and juicy.”

After rummaging through the box some more, Tam pulls out a small book and hands it to me. “Here,” he says. “It looks like a picture album. Flip through it, you can see what Earth is like.”

I do as he says. Even though I’m so tired, it’s hard not to be captivated by the images. There are so many plants in them, in the backgrounds. I wish the photographer would show them more clearly. I’ve never seen so much green in my life, or so many strange colorful ornaments on them.

The structures are so detailed. There are so many angles and details carved into the buildings, and decorated with shining gold and bright colors. There are tiles on the walls and ground, and statues of people, and creatures, and all sorts of strange and wonderful things. I don’t know what purpose they all serve, they don’t look like they do much, and they look hard to move. But they do look pretty.

There are photos of lots of different people; most of them look like Tam, but not all of them, some have lighter hair, or darker skin, or bigger noses. They’re all humans, though. I don’t actually know if there are many other creatures on Earth, besides humans. And apparently elephants. There’s a photo of them, too, and next to humans. Real elephants are huge! And they wear such beautiful clothes!

I’m broken out of my trance by an amazing smell. I’ve already had my post-shift nutrition shake, but my stomach growls nonetheless. I look up and see Tam holding a clear plastic box to me, along with what looks like a small, several-pointed shovel. “What’s this?” I ask, setting the photo book aside to grab it. It’s hot; I wasn’t expecting that.

“Pad kee mao,” he explains. I notice he’s holding a packet of his own, too. “It’s food from home. They sent it prepped and packaged for me. You just have to heat it up.”

I peer inside and poke at it with my little tool. “What is it?”

“It’s rice noodles and chilis with basil and shrimp.” 

“What’s--?”

“Just try it,” he laughs. 

I use my little tool to try and skewer some of the food. I think it would be easier if we weren’t in zero gravity, or if I’d ever used one of these things before. I manage to get a bit to my mouth.

It tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before. It’s warm and savory and salty, just a little bit sweet. It’s rich and chewy and so many more things I don’t have the words to describe. Then, my mouth starts to tingle. Something feels wrong, it feels hot, it feels--

“It’s pretty spicy,” Tam says, with a full mouth of his own. “I should’ve warned you before you started!”

“What is spicy?” I ask, coughing a little as I try to get used to the new overwhelming feeling in my mouth. 

“Those red things, those are chilis,” Tam explains. “They make your mouth feel hot like that. You’re okay, it’s not harmful. Here,” he says, setting his pouch of food aside and reaching into his care package again. He pulls out another pack and hands it to me; this time it’s orange colored and a liquid. He passes me a thin plastic tube with a point on one end, and shows me how to poke it through the pouch into the liquid. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

I do as I’m told. He’s right, it helps soothe the feeling in my mouth a lot. The liquid is cold and creamy and rich and sweet. I want to drink it after every shift finishes for the rest of my time with the Company.

“That’s milk tea,” he explains. I think I’m entertaining him, but I can’t help it. 

“I’ve never had food like this before,” I say. I have some more of the noodles, and then some more of the tea. “Do you eat like this every shift?” I can’t keep myself from asking.

“Not this,” he shrugs. “This is pretty specific to where I’m from. But we have other Earth food. More basic stuff. Dried meat, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, pasta…” He chews another bite of food. “Same as you?”

I shake my head. “I get a nutrition shake once right before my shift and once right after.”

He pauses. “That’s it?” I nod and shrug.

“Sometimes they change the flavor up.”

He sets his pouch of food down. “I didn’t realize,” he said.

“Realize what?” I ask. It seems normal to me.

“You deserve better than that.”

“I mean, I was only good enough for Warehouse when I applied. I wasn’t smart enough for Nav.”

“That doesn’t make it alright.”

“I guess,” I say. I don’t know what else to say, honestly. I continue eating my pouch of noodles. I’m getting used to the chili spice…a little. 

“Was the food any better on Wolcie?” Tam asks after a brief moment of quiet. 

“No,” I answer. “I think the Company nutrition shakes are a step up, honestly.”

“What’s it like there?” he asks. “I’ve never been on another planet,” he adds after another pause.

I think about how to answer that. “Neither have I,” I start, still thinking. “The Company was my only real chance of leaving,” I finally answer.

Tam nods. I think he understands. We eat in silence for a few more minutes. I end up finishing off both my packet of food and my tea quickly, and wish I had more to take with me. Tam turns on his desk computer and boots up the vessel’s external camera viewfinder.

“Have you ever actually seen Earth before?” he asks. I shake my head no. He nods in acknowledgement, then taps a few things into the keyboard. 

An image appears on the screen of a planet, mostly blue, with bits of green, and scatterings of white around it. After a moment I see it’s moving, just slightly, and I realize it’s a real-time feed of Earth, visible from this very ship right now. I just stare at it in silence.

“When does your next shift start?” Tam asks after a while.

I glance at the time readout on his computer. “About seven hours,” I say.

“Do you need to get back and rest?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, but I don’t move at all. 

It’ll be hell to wake up and get to work next shift; I might get reprimanded again if my productivity is low. It’s a risk to stay any longer than I already have. 

“In a little while,” I add. “Not just yet.”

[aliasimagines]

Burning Scars and Bleeding Hearst// Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Hi! I hope you’re doing well! 💚 May I please request a Dave Lizewski x Reader where they are best friends who mutually pine over each other and one night she comes over to clean/patch him up after a night on patrol and he’s just so soft and sweet and flustered because he really loves her? And she’s the same towards him? I’m sorry if this is way too specific! Thank you for your time and consideration. 💛

word count:998

warning: swearing, blood, description of treating injurys and a bad ending cause i cannot write endings

"Shit, shit, shit.. Oh fuck!!" Dave exclaims loudly as he falls through his window, down to his bedroom floor. His left hand is desperately holding on to the right one, to cover up the bleeding cut. Or cuts? He can't really tell, at this point.

He searches for his phone and dials your number. He looks at the clock on his bedside table and a sense of guilt washed over him. It's 3am, you are surely asleep, maybe he should just hang up before he wakes you and..

"Dave?" your sleepy voice snaps Dave out of his thoughts.

"Y/N? Oh shit, I'm so sorry for waking you, it's just-" he hisses loudly before continuing."I am bleeding.. Like a lot, I don't- Can you come over and-"

"I'm on my way. Try to slow the bleeding with a cloth or something. I'll be there in 10 minutes, please hold on, Dave." you jumped out of your bed, no longer feeling tired. You throw on a hoodie over your pajamas, grabbed the first aid kit from your drawer and make your way out the house. As soon as you locked the front door you broke into a sprint. Images of a bleeding Dave flooded your mind. What if you didn't make it on time? If it was too late by the time you arrived? Or if you couldn't fix him? Your mum's a nurse and you know how to treat most wounds but if he needs a hospital…

Dave lays on his bed his fingers clenching on to an old t-shirt picked up from the floor. He tries to hold it on his cut, to put some pressure on it. He looks up at his ceiling, but soon closes his eyes because the whole room starts spinning and he feels sick. He might have blacked out a little, he only looked up when he heard his bedroom door open.

You clicked on the light in the room and a small gasp left your lips after seeing your friend. Dave was pale, incredibly pale and his costume was ruined at more than one place.

“Oh god, Dave. What have you done..?” you rushed to his side and carefully removed his shirt from the wound. The thick blood painted both his shirt and costume a deep crimson color. You bit your lip and moved to cut his super suit, so you could take a better look at his injury.

Dave looked at your focused face and smiled. The light from his ceiling lamp created a sort of halo around your head.

“Hmm..You-ou're so beaut’ful..” he mumbled. You tried to focus on treating the wound.

“Like an angel..” you shake your head at his words, he is just really tired and beaten up, he doesn't mean it like that..

“These need to be stitched up..And I think you have a concussion.”

You cleaned his cut as gently as you could but Dave still hissed occasionally.

“It burns..” he moans.

“I know, Dave, just try to focus on me ,alright?” you reach for the needle. “This is gonna hurt a bit, okay?”

You start stitching.

“Fuck..” Dave groans as you pierce him together. He once again looks up at your face, as you are hovering over him, and despite the pain he smiles. You look so cute when you focus.. Your face is so close to his, if he wasn’t such a mess he could easily pull you down and kiss you.Shit he was thinking about this again.. Kissing you, holding your hand without feeling bad...No he can’t do that. You are his best friend, you don’t think of him that way.

Meanwhile you are using all your self control to focus on the stitching and not the fact that you are this close to Dave. Sure you are always close, he is your best friend, you often hug or even snuggle close to each other when watching movies but..Just as friends. You want nothing more than to lean down, place a small kiss on his lips and tell him he is going to be alright, that you are here to take care of him and you are not leaving him anytime soon.

As you finish with the stitches you bandage the wound and bring a piece of cloth to clean the blood off his face. Your eyes met his and you see him nervously glance between your lips and your eyes.

You feel your hands shake.

“You're so damn beautiful..” Dave says again, not realizing the words are actually leaving his mouth.

“Shh, you need to rest.” you finish with everything and start to pack your things away. “I’m gonna grab a painkiller for you and then you can sleep, okay?”

You don’t get an answer but when you turned around to get the medicine you felt something brush against your hand. Dave slightly linked his finger with yours.

“Don’t..leave,please.”

You fall back next to his side.

“Of course. I would never leave you, Dave.” you whisper. “But you need the pain killers.”

He whines, and shakes his head.

“I only need you.”

“Dave..” you move closer to him, unaware of your actions you lean further down till your lips are barley apart.

He carefully moves so he can lift his head and his lips brushes against yours. You cuphis cheeks and start moving your lips. Dave forgets about all the pain and let’s you deepen the kiss. You try to be gentle but as the kiss gets more heated you accidentally touch his wounded arm.

You move away quickly. Dave draws in a sharp breath but flashes a smile at you.

“I’m so sorry, Dave. I-”

“It’s fine, Y/N..I’m fine.” both of you laugh, from exhaustion, weakness and the absurdity of the moment. “But..I might actually need that painkiller.”

You shake your head with a giggle. You quickly press a kiss on his cheek.

“One painkiller coming right up.”

[dynyamight]

#116 bkdk please 🥰

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116. “I’m right here.”

Nightmares. Midoriya feels embarrassed to even admit he still has them.

Ochako had told him that was perfectly normal. “Heroes aren’t high and almighty, Deku. We struggle, cry, and experience loss. Why wouldn’t we have nightmares, either?”

“I have nightmares too, Midoriya-san.” Iida had confessed to him, “But, they don’t make us weak. They fuel us to stay strong and brave.”

Todoroki felt the most convincing to Midoriya. “I have them. Almost every other night.”

“Oh.” Midoriya barely voiced, feeling a little intrusive. He adjusted his phone in his hand, trying to dispel the stiff air he felt in the call.

“Yeah.” On Todoroki’s end, Midoriya heard a bit of shuffling. “If you feel like you’re the only person in the world who deals with the worst of them, you’re not. I’m there with you.”

“Do you know anything to make them disappear?”

“If I did, don’t you think I would have stopped having them?”

“Sorry. You’re completely right.” Midoriya sighed, long and defeated. “I just hate bothering people with these calls.”

“There’s nothing wrong with calling me.” Todoroki offered softly. “I get it. It also helps me to talk it out with someone, too.”

Midoriya hummed, left feeling disappointed in his gut. He knows Todoroki, as well as the rest of his closest friends, are willing to deal with his phone calls. But, he wants them to stop. The nightmares.

They always leave him in a cold sweat, gasping for air. No matter how strong he got, no matter how many villains he took down, or how much the public adornes him with glory and applause, the nightmares break him.

They belittle him. They mock him. They dare him with the deaths of his loved ones. They taunt him with deaths of his own. They curse him with images of not saving enough, or saving no one at all.

All for One. He continues to haunt him, the moment he closes his eyes and falls in a slumber. And, it leaves Midoriya frustratingly holding back tears, wanting him to leave his essence.

And, tonight was another one of those nights. Padding down barefoot, Midoriya walks out of his bedroom and into the living space. There’s a damp towel around his neck, soaking the sweat he built up from his recent nightmare.

In his hands, his cell phone was held tight.

He doesn’t want to call Todoroki, or Ochako, or Iida. He doesn’t want to stress out his mother any more than she needs to. All Might deserves a peaceful night of his own, free from Midoriya’s rambles. And, Midoriya simply didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk with anyone else.

Except, maybe there was one. Midoriya groans, slumping down on his couch.

He looks down at the phone in his hands, its screen glowing. There was a contact name blaring at him back, beckoning him to press the call button.

Midoriya hates the way his exhausted mind easily talks to him into pressing it. He hates the way he puts the phone to his ear, as if he hopes the call is picked up. He hates the way his heart beats frantically in his chest, wanting to hear that familiar voice.

Midoriya hopes his call is ignored.

“Who the fuck is this?”

His voice gets caught in his throat. Midoriya feels the burning of embarrassment suddenly engulf him, like a wildfire.

Bakugou never looks at the contact name, before answering any calls, Midoriya knows. And, he knows that if he were to say anything, Bakugou would know it’s him.

But, he can’t even breathe right now. He immediately regrets everything. Bakugou could be working, patrolling. Bakugou could have been sleeping. Bakugou could have been enjoying time by himself. Or with others.

God, he could be with people right now, and Midoriya’s wanting to talk about his nightmares. How embarrassing. How weak of him.

“Hello?” Bakugou’s voice echoes. “Hello?”

Midoriya chokes, tears falling down his cheeks. “S-Sorry.”

He hangs up.

And, just as fast as he ends the call, his phone is ringing.

It’s almost laughable. If it wasn’t for the brittle heart he had currently, Midoriya would have been smiling at the way Bakugou was urgently calling back. But, instead, he felt terrible, making Bakugou stressed.

Tentatively, Midoriya answers the call, quickly wiping his tears. “K-Kacchan—”

“Where are you? Now.” Bakugou’s concern booms.

Midoriya shakes his head. “I’m home. Safe.”

“You hurt?”

“N-No. I’m okay.”

There’s a moment of silence on Bakugou’s end. “..The fuck you crying about?” He suddenly asks, bluntly.

“It’s—” Midoriya groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s nothing.”

“Hell, it’s nothing.” Bakugou scoffs, “You fucking called me during my shift.”

Of course he did. “You should go back, then.”

“Nah, I got it covered. ‘Sides, it ain’t eventful, tonight.”

“You need to go back to work, Kacchan. It’s important.” Midoriya chastises.

“Yeah, well, so are you.”

That prickles some tears. Sniffing, Midoriya furiously rubs his eyes, frantically trying to keep them dry. The stuffiness in his nose returns, making his voice sound muffled. “I had a nightmare. That’s all.”

“You used to have shitty nightmares, when we were younger.”

“I never outgrew them.” Midoriya admits, quietly.

“Hm.” There’s a bit of wind resounding in Bakugou’s end. “Did they get worse?”

“..They have.”

“Why haven’t you told me.”

Shrugging against the phone, Midoriya curls himself into a ball. “I thought you wouldn’t want to hear about them. They are a bit bothersome, even for me.”

“I wouldn’t—” Bakugou ceases, sighing. “Then, tell me. What was it about? This one.”

Reimagining his nightmares was always hard. Midoriya remembers the faces of the people in his dreams, and the sensations he feels afterwards. But, he cannot seem to recall the story of them, the events in order.

But, for this particular nightmare, there wasn’t any bizarre plotline to understand.

“You.” Midoriya confesses. “You were in it. And, All for One had taken you, in his hands. And, right when I was so close to reaching you, he— you were gone.”

“Lame.”

Sputtering, Midoriya is utterly baffled. “That’s—!”

“What the hell, Deku. You should have known that I ain’t dying anytime soon.” Bakugou huffs irritated, “Especially not from that damn old man. People would call for elder abuse, from how I could beat his ass.”

He shouldn’t laugh, but Midoriya can’t help it. He smiles, staring up at his ceiling. “I knew you would say something like that.”

“Is that why you called?” Bakugou inqueries, “So, you could hear me say that.”

“..Yeah.” Midoriya nods. He brings a hand to his curls, running them through. “I needed to hear you say that.”

“You planning to go back to sleep?”

“You’ve never asked these many questions before, Kacchan.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Midoriya exhales a defeated breath, laying his head back on the couch. “No. I wasn’t.”

“You fucking should.” Bakugou tsk’s. Midoriya can imagine him shaking his head in disapproval.

“If I do, the nightmares will come back.” He states weakly, and his shoulders tighten. “I-I can’t. I don’t want to see you fall again.”

“..Stay on the line.”

Midoriya doesn’t know what to expect, as he stayed waiting. A couple seconds became a few minutes, and then those minutes became at least fifteen minutes of no response.

He’s about to hang up, thinking Bakugou had to go back to combat, until he hears loud rummaging.

“You there?” Bakugou voices.

He nods. But then, Midoriya remembers that Bakugou can’t see him. “Y-Yeah. I am.” He hurriedly states.

“Good.”

There’s a lot more movement and noise sounding off on Bakugou’s end; clinking of metal, heavy footsteps, car horns, beeping of sorts.

“I put you on my bluetooth.” Bakugou mentions it easily.

“N-No! Don’t do that, Kacchan!” Midoriya frantically insists, sitting up fully in his seat.

“I need to do my fucking job, idiot.”

“Then, hang up!”

“Yeah, but you need me.”

Midoriya stills. Despite his pleas to leave, his heart soars achingly, appreciating Bakugou’s efforts towards him. It causes a surge of tears, threatening to fall. “I-I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re exhausting, Deku.” Bakugou groans, “If you were, I would have hung up by now.”

“What are you even planning for us to do, then?”

“Fucking easy.” Bakugou huffs confidently, “Keep your phone to your ears.”

“Keep my phone?”

“So, when you fall asleep, you can still continue hearing me alive.” Bakugou states, “Hear me talk, walk, breathe. Maybe, in your shit dreams, I’ll be alive there, too.”

Midoriya smiles, his vision blurring. “I wish you were here.” He confesses.

“I’m right here.” Bakugou firmly states, his voice resounding deep in Midoriya’s fragile, weakened core. “Just don’t fucking hang up, and I’ll be here.”

And, Midoriya doesn’t. He listens quietly to Bakugou flying around his city, the booming of his explosives reaching his call. And, he hears all the conversations Bakugou has with people; his sidekicks, the bypassing citizens, his fellow fans.

Midoriya overhears Bakugou mentioning to someone that yes, he was on a call, and no, it wasn’t their business who. “It’s someone I would fucking fight for. There. Happy now?” Bakugou relents, finally.

Midoriya wants to laugh, but instead, he feels his body light and sleepy. Resting flat on the couch, he brings a pillow to his chest, and allows himself to close his eyes.

The last thing he hears from Bakugou is a small, short whisper. “Let me fight those nightmares, Deku.”

His dreams consist of Bakugou beating up All for One with ease.

[littlemissnoname13]

I have always known- Part 2 (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Summary: What happens when you find Draco Lucius Malfoy standing on a ledge at the Astronomy tower, ready to pitch himself off

Pairing: (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!reader) HBP era

Warnings: Mentions of suicidal tendencies, self harm, angst, smut

Words: 1500+

A/n: Thank you to everyone who read part one from the bottom of my heart. It means so much to me! <3

If you haven’t already, you can read part one over here.

Draco let the revelations sink their way into his brain as he carefully and meticulously recalled that fateful day at the ledge once more.

He recalled how he’d sat alone, hugging his knees at the tower later that night after you’d convinced him to get down from the ledge.

His shirt sleeve—pushed up as he stared at the nasty looking snake and skull etched into his forearm all the while fighting a strong urge to gnaw at the flesh till the mark came off.

And just when he thought he’d cave into his urges, something fluttering,speckled in black and orange caught Draco’s eyes.

The paleness of the moonbeam made the Monarch butterfly seem almost iridescent and he held his breath watching it land gently on the palm of his hands.

“I should have known.” Draco finally shouted pacing back and forth in the room of requirement as he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “Of course it was you—How could I have not realised! I mean who else would even want to turn into a butterfly at will?!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked as you walked towards him—completely ignoring the fact that your shirt was still lying somewhere on the floor.

“The fucking butterfly tattoo, the whole the-world-is-full-of-goodness-and-sunshine attitude.” He scoffed. “Coincidence? I think not.”

“Draco—” you attempted to reach for his hand but he instantly pulled it away.

“Only you would be stupid enough to stick around a bloody death eater despite knowing.”

“Please just calm down—” You began reaching for him once again and he winced at your touch like it pained him as you gently grabbed onto his wrist.

“No.” He shook his head as he cut you off hastily. “Listen to me y/n, and listen to me carefully —You need to stay the fuck away from me.”

“Malfoy please. Just hear me out. I’m sorry for sneaking up on you that night. I shouldn’t have.”

You took a few mindful steps towards him.

He looked absolutely furious at first glance with his bloodshot eyes, heavy breathing and slightly flared nostrils. But when you observed him more carefully, you saw the helpless and vulnerable boy from the ledge again. Tucked away somewhere in the depths of this tired and sunken eyes.

Branded at such a young age.

Forced to give up his youth and any shard of innocence he had left inside of him.

While his friends may have been playing quidditch, getting into trouble and stressing out about their homework, here he was stressing out about the god damned cabinet like his life depended on it.

You felt a sharp stab at your heart when you remembered.

His life did depend on it.

“Please y/n. Just go away.” He pleaded with this voice cracking as you slowly wrapped your arms around his stiff torso and placed your head on this chest. “Don't make it harder than it already is.”

Draco was right.

This was wrong on so many levels.

You knew better than to melt into the arms of a death eater.

But you were already too fucking deep in.

You knew exactly what you were in for when you gave him a smile at potions class. You knew how grave the situation really was every time you walked towards the Slytherin common room with your book bag full of food you’d snuck out from the kitchens.

You knew full well that the task given to him was no child’s play.

Even though he’d barely said anything during your nights at the tower, you’d gotten to know him by the way his eyes widened when you kept blabbering about the most mundane details of your day.

You’d learned him and the way his brows furrowed in frustration while he spent hours on end trying to fix the vanishing cabinet. He was completely unaware of the fact that you constantly looked up from your book to steal quick a glance at him.

“Okay. I’ll go away.” You whispered pressing yourself impossibly close to him.

“Good.” He mumbled even though his slender arms found their way around your waist. He rested his chin to the top of your head and the smell of your smell of your shampoo comforted him.

Contradictory words and actions. Nobody did it better than Draco and Y/n.

You held onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards you until your lips were pressed against his. As your lips moved against his, you noticed that he had let his arms fall from your waist.

But before the waves of disappointment could hit you, Draco’s right hand made its way towards the base of your neck while he raked his left hand through your hair.

It would be an absolute understatement to say that he kissed you feverishly.

He may have told you to go away and you may have agreed but the way your lips moved together told a different story altogether. The way he lightly bit your bottom lip before hungrily exploring your mouth with his tongue gave everything away.

Draco Lucius Malfoy was a goner.

The passion and aggression in your kisses had you both tugging at each other's clothes- gasping for air.

It wasn't long before you found yourself pressed up against the wall again while your bra quickly got discarded.

“Stunning.” He breathed trying to commit every bit of your exposed skin to his memory.

He wasted little to no time covering the exposed bits of your skin with open-mouthed kisses. The already existing marks on your neck only darkened with each kiss as you let your fingers comb through this hair—gripping. Encouraging him to kiss you harder.

And when he placed his lips over your taut nipple, he had to remind himself to be gentle with you even though It was impossibly hard for him.

That wasn’t the only thing that was impossibly hard.

Especially when you whimpered and moaned his name over and over again.

You gently pushed his shirt back indicating that you wanted it off and while he hesitated for a brief second, the shirt was quickly discarded next to your bra on the floor.

He suckled and caressed your breasts and you dug your nails on his biceps arching your back, desperate for more.

His fingers skillfully touched you in places that made you blush as you kept moaning deliriously.

Over and over again.

Soon enough, you were lying on our back on the floor as he hovered on top of you, propped up against his elbows and you were seconds away from begging him to take you then and there.

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to y/n.” He said softly. His darkened grey eyes went back to their normal color and you could see the sincerity in his eyes while he asked you.

“I want you. Please. I just want you.” You pleaded bucking your hips as you caressed his face in reassurance.

“Fuck” he hissed as he slipped inside of you and you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head when he started to move. Slow and steady at first before he took you harder and faster.

You felt like the last days of summer in Draco’s arms as he took you.

The kind of day he desperately wanted to hold onto before an impending Autumn.

There was a cacophony of sounds in the room of requirement.

The sounds of skin against skin.

Your pants, and moans.

His grunts and curses.

Draco.

Only his name escaped your lips when you fell apart at his mercy. Waves upon waves of pure, unadulterated, leg spasming pleasure as you came.

Y/n.

And only our name rolled out of his tongue when he found his release inside of you. Glistening beads of sweat on his forehead and veins slightly visible on his neck.

When it was over, he conjured up a blanket and wrapped his arms around you, greedily scooping as much of you as he could into his embrace.

You felt his fingertips trace the outline of your butterfly tattoo before he placed his lips over it. Kissing it gently.

The gesture softened you just like you softened him but he wasn’t going to admit that. Not anytime soon anyway.

“Why butterfly y/n?” He whispered tracing shapes onto your bare skin. “Your tattoo, your animagus.”

“Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect Draco?” You asked, pushing his hair away from his eyes as he shook his head.

“They say that when a butterfly flaps its wings in one part of the world, it causes a storm elsewhere.”

He blinked his eyes at you in confusion and you gave him a small smile before placing a tiny kiss at the corner of his lips, continuing.

“Every small change counts Draco, a small change in the present can garner a completely different outcome in the future.”

He stared at you as you shook your head and mumbled “I just like to believe that our actions matter you know. I don’t know. I just—nevermind.”

You soon fell asleep in his sturdy, safe arms as he held onto you tightly staying up all night to savor the moment.

Little did you know, the butterfly effect stuck with him.

It stuck with him through the war and even after the war.

Just like you did.

The girl who kept him alive and kicking.

The girl with her butterfly tattoo.

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And that’s it. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Tagging those who wanted a part 2: @imbadwithunsernames @dumbassswhore @larywitchlingacademic @lainphotography ❤️

[simeonisalesbian]

Hey so how would the obey me demon bros deal with a s/o who’s been a bit distant all week and if the demon boy asks what is wrong, s/o tells him “I’ll let you know when I’m done thinking about it”. They’re thinking hard about whether to take this potion they obtained or not. A week goes by and s/o confesses that they made a decision about something and they’ve took a potion to expand their lifespan a couple thousands of years instead of just living to be 100, s/o wants to spent more time with their demon boy, but they also realised 100 years is such a short amount of time for a demon, they’d be all alone after just 100 years for thousands of years?

Lmao you're filling up my ask box with so many big brain ideas all at once! This isn't a complaint at all btw so thank you ^.^

Lucifer:

He notices you been a bit more spaced out through the day and asks you about it later in his office

he's content with your answer. There are times when he needs a bit of space to reorganize his thoughts so he doesn’t mind

Of course, he is curious what you could possibly be thinking about. It couldn't have possibly been something he's done, right?

He does try not to dwell on it however he does start snapping at his brothers more often and for the smallest of things.

He also seems to be working later than usual. You can't help but wonder if he's slept at all actually.

He looked half asleep when you came into his office to explain what you were thinking about the past week.

When you tell him what you decided he visibly relaxes.

"You know you could have discussed this with me, love. That's a large decision to make on your own, though I am very pleased with the outcome."

He hadn't realized how worried he was about losing you until you were so distant this past week.

Now he just held you in his arms glad to have you with him longer than what would have originally been.

Mammon:

when you start being a bit more distant and don't seem to be paying as much attention to him he immediately panics

your response doesn't help him much either

Thinking about what? Did he do something wrong? He stole a couple of your sweatshirts but that can't be it, right?

If you suddenly start finding objects that you thought you lost well Mammon doesn't have much to say about it.

it's not like he took em or anything so you can't be mad at him for it. Please don't be mad at him

you acting weird and distant makes him act all weird and he ends up sucking up to everyone trying to figure out where he fucked up.

Now you have all of the brothers worried because Mammon doesn't pay off his debts for any random reason.

when you do finally explain he just hugs you

"Just tell me this shit, you stupid human. I was worried you hated me." The last part was mumbled.

It then sinks in what you finally said.

He's thrilled that he has longer to be with you. He's hugging you even tighter now telling you just how much he loves you.

He didn't ever want to bring it up but your mortality did weigh on his mind everyone and a while.

Insist you two go to a casino to celebrate. You just made him the luckiest demon in the world Mc he's gotta take advantage of this luck while it lasts!

Leviathan:

he notices your more distant when you weren't paying nearly as much attention while you two were playing a game

he pauses to ask what's up and nods as you give him the answer

He's fine with it at first. Then he starts getting in his head about it.

What were you thinking about that you didn't want to tell him? Did he forget a date again? He did get really into a new game the other day it's possible he forgot. Oh shit, what if he forgot too many dates and you were thinking about breaking up with him. Maybe your sick of being with a gross otaku like him...

Levi's mind really is his own worst enemy here.

He becomes more reclusive and stays in his room the entire week just kinda moping about.

When you finally do come to tell him what you were thinking about he completely interrupts you crying his eyes out

"Please don't break up with Mc. I- I- I know I'm not the be-best at dating or even being your boy- boyfriend b-but I can try harder! I can give up video games for-uhh- for a few hours- no wait days and- and-"

you have to stop him and reassure him that you are definitely not breaking up with him.

When you finally do explain what you were thinking about and that you chose to take the potion he starts tearing up again

Don't worry they're happy tears this time He's just so overwhelmed. In fact, he's so excited he just hugs you crying into you mumbling 'I love you's between breaths

Satan:

he notices you were staring at the same page of a book for far too long to actually be reading so he asks what wrong

He's fine with your answer but makes sure he's there to listen if you want to talk about whatever it is you're thinking about

He does keep an eye on you just to make sure you don't seem unhappy with him or anything

and you don't seem upset. Just lost in thought. He is still slightly concerned though. You've been think for a while now. You'll talk to him if you need to, right?

He definitely seems a bit more irritable this past week and Lucifer is growing really sick of how many pranks have been played on him.

When you do finally explain why you were so distant he's speechless. He's just so filled with love and adoration he can't find words to express it.

He just holds you close thrilled he'll have more time than planned for with you.

If you notice his eyes are a bit wet well he found some dusty books is all. He's not crying don't be ridiculous.

Asmodeus:

He's very concerned when you start acting a bit distant.

He smiles telling you not to "think too hard it will give you wrinkles!"

He does worry a bit though. Is he being too clingy? Is he not being attentive enough?

He's so good when it comes to short flings or one-night stands that he worries he's not good enough to be in a long-term relationship.

he does try to push the thoughts out of his mind. He does trust you enough to tell him straight out if he did something wrong. Communication is key after all.

That doesn't stop him from having a self-care day every single day. The stress of you thinking is going to ruin his natural glow!

When you do finally tell him he practically screams out of excitement before attacking you with kisses

"Oh, darling this is so exciting! I'll make sure you never regret your choice ever I love you so much!"

Beelzebub:

He is worried as soon as he notices you eating a bit slower than usual and seems a bit spaced out.

He asks if he did something wrong first, before asking what's wrong in general.

he doesn't mind that your thinking about something. He's just worried that something happened that has you thinking this hard.

Are you certain he didn't do something wrong? Did his brothers do something wrong? Was a random demon mean to you? He can just eat them if that's the case.

He does eat a bit more than usual causing everyone else to get annoyed that they have to refill the fridge 3 times in one day

when you do finally come forward and tell him you drank the potion he just engulfs you in a bear hug. He's so very happy he doesn't have to worry about losing you anytime soon. You might have to tap out of the hug though since he'll start breaking bones if he hugs you any tighter

Belphegor:

Asks you when you zone out instead of actually napping with him.

He grumbles joking that you should think quieter since it woke him up.

He doesn't actually fall asleep afterward though.

He's concerned he did something that made you upset again. You'd tell him if he did right? He doesn't want to go through the effort of pushing you if you aren't going to tell him. If you're upset you should just yell at him instead of saying you thinking or whatever.

He'll act all petty until you tell him what's up. Your best pillows are magically going to disappear and the soft blanket you love so much is now always being used by the sleepy demon

When you finally do tell him he feels like a bit of an asshole for stealing your entire bedspread.

He's not the best at expressing his feelings so he'll just cling to you mumbling how he loves you to the moon and back.

Not only have all your pillows reappeared but you have the best dreams for a few months straight.

[cades-outsider]

Miguel Diaz X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and fighting

Take care of You

  The last thing you would've expected was for your boyfriend to ship up at your house.... beaten up and covered in bruises.

  You were shocked to say the least, I mean Miguel hardly ever showed up to your house beaten up if at all. To say you were worried was an understatement.

  "Hey Y/n- can I come in?" Miguel asks lowly, grunting in pain while holding his right side.

  "Oh Miguel...." You gasp as you gently grab his arm and lead him inside, closing the door behind you.

  Leading him up your stars you wrap his arm around your shoulder and hold onto his waist as you slowly lift him up each step, seeing as he was limping again.

  Helping him to the bathroom you flip the switch so you had light and were able to see, you close the toilet lid and grab onto Miguel's arm and gently place him down sitting on the surface.

  While Miguel holds onto his side you kneel down and grab a first aid kit, before opening it up and taking out all the supplies you'd need for his wounds.

  Grabbing a clean rag you damp it with some cool water before kneeling down to Miguel and cleaning off little splotches of blood that exists on his face.

  Miguel sighs tiredly, but soon groans of pain on his right side. "Baby... what happened?" You ask softly before gently pushing his back against the toilet and adjusting his hips so you could lift up his shirt.

  "Kyler and his friends jumped me on the way home-" He whimpers as you lift up his shirt to see the damage on his side.

  The first thing you see is a huge purple bruise on his side, a cut resting on his side as well while you wince bitting down on your bottom lip before grabbing some peroxide.

  You sigh nervously as you open the lid and pour some onto a cotton pad "alright baby, this may... hurt a bit so squeeze my hand if you need" You admit softly handing your hand to him, letting him hold onto it tightly.

  Miguel nods lightly as he gulps before letting out a breath, you let out a worried sigh as press the peroxide up against his wound, it wasn't deep enough to need stitches but it was deep enough to burn.

  "F*ck!" Miguel curses as he lets out a whimper, arching his back and gritting his teeth as he squeezes your hand.

  He lets go of your hand as you put your hand that he released and lay it on his left side with no wounds or bruises and rub up and down soothingly.

  "Good boy... you did good baby" You praise as you grab some anti biotic and place some on a patch bandaid you recently opened before placing it securely on his wound causing Miguel to let out a deep breath; relieved that it's over.

  You kiss the bandaid and around his stomach before grabbing some more peroxide and a cotton pad and putting your legs on either side of him and resting against the toilet so you could be face level with him.

  Gripping his chin lightly for him to look up at you, you dab the cotton pad on his busted lip and a few scratches on his face before adding anti biotic and leaving it to air heal.

  "There you go baby, all done for the fixing up" You smile, before gently pressing a kiss at the corner of his lips and down his chin causing his cheeks to redden.

  "Alright we need to put an ice pack on the eye okay" You say softly, while Miguel nods.

  You put the supplies back up before grabbing his hand and leading him to your room, helping him kick off his shoes and light jacket you place him on the bed and place a light cover over his shacking figure.

  "I'll be right back" You inform before rushing down stairs and grabbing a ice pack and some drinks and a couple snacks, figuring Miguel was probably hungry.

  Rushing back upstairs you hand the ice pack to Miguel letting him place it on his eye and sitting the snacks in the middle of the bed and the drinks on the side tables.

  Climbing to the other side of your bed you rest up against the head board "thank you Y/n, really...." Miguel says sincerely.

  "Of course baby, anything for you... but may I ask why you came here instead of heading back home?" You question softly.

  Miguel sighs and turns to look at you "My mom doesn't know I do karate, she thinks I'm in the AP debate club and that's where I spend my after school time..." He admits.

  "and I know is she knew about it she wouldn't approve of the violence but I really enjoying doing karate!" Miguel fits.

  "and I thought I was ready..." He admits before looking down ashamed.

  "Miguel don't think like that, you're doing amazing. I've seen you practice with Johnny and with a little more defense you'll be amazing.... as always" You praise causing Miguel to smile bashfully at your praising, which you've been doing a lot today.

  "Thank you babe, it really means a lot to me" He admits shyly.

  "Of course anytime you need it love" You encourage.

  "I meant every word" You say sincerely as you press a kiss up against his lips, Miguel reacting immediately and melting into the kiss.

  "I brought us some snacks..." You smile knowingly.

  Miguel smiles as you hand him a couple bags of chips, and some candy. "Does your mom know your here?" You question curiously.

  Miguel nods, swallowing some of the snacks he stuffed in his mouth "I texted her on my way here" He smiles as you lean your head on his shoulder gently.

You both continue to eat snacks and joke around, occasionally changing the ice pack every few hours before soon you both settle down and cuddle, Miguel's head on your chest.

The last words you heard before falling asleep came from Miguel and they were "I don't know what I would do without you Y/n, I'm madly in love with you..."

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