#i gave him lots of snuggles and then brought him over to the hurt friend who was already asleep again to show him that our friend was okay

[i-earned-my-stripes]

I can't tell if I'm just super emotional because I'm getting over being sick, or if I am just an emotional person, but I legit was fighting tears on the drive home from work today cause IM JUST SO PROUD OF MY KIDS!!!

Today was my first day back after being out for a week. Two separate bugs are sweeping through the center at the moment, and I was the only one of my coworkers who was unlucky enough to catch both at the exact same time. So my kids have had a week to grow, and usually, there isn't a lot of change in one week. BUT THESE KIDS DID SO GREAT AND IM SO PROUD OF THEM THAT IF I DONT TELL ABOUT IT I MIGHT PHYSICALLY BURST!!!!

1. One of our kiddos is a really sweet, generally gentle kid, but we have had a problem of him getting super aggressive. Granted, he almost never is the instigator, but he will start throwing hands the moment his buttons get pushed too hard. So, we've really started focusing on teaching him to use words when our friends encroach on our space, try to take our toys, etc. Last week, right before I got sick, was the first time he used his words before going to hit. It was super sweet and cute and I almost cried. I'll tell about that more in detail if interested, but TODAY!! TODAY HE SPENT THE WHOLE DAY LOUDLY SHOUTING NO AT HIS FRIENDS WHO WERE TRYING TO TAKE HIS TOYS!! AND HE DID IT MULTIPLE TIMES EACH TIME BEFORE EVEN TRYING TO HIT (by which time we were usually able to intervene).

2. One of our older ones (~18 months) is a really sweet player. He has older siblings, so this is to be expected, as younger siblings frequently learn a bit faster from watching their older siblings. Well, before I got sick, he would frequently come up to me and just pass a toy back and forth together. He'd try to do this with other friends, but would end up too upset that his friend wouldn't pass the toy back, so he doesn't do that as much anymore. Well, today, he came up to me as I was sitting on the floor with two little people, smacked them together a few times and then gave them to me. INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR ME TO TAKE MY TURN LIKE USUAL, He then turned, grabbed two animals and started smacking them together a bit. After about a minute, he turned back to me, gave me his toys and took mine and then went back to play! HE WAS A) SHOWING ME HOW TO PLAY, B) TAKING TURNS WITH MULTIPLE TOYS, AND C) ENGAGING IN PARALLEL PLAY WITH ME!!!!! NONE OF THOSE ARE USUALLY NOT SEEN UNTIL A FEW MONTHS AFTER TURNING 2!!!! AND!!!! AND!!! AND!!! He recognized that not all of his classmates are at his level and he was engaging in play with them in ways that wouldn't frustrate him. Like, he spent about 10 minutes playing chase and peekaboo and what not with one of our ~14 month olds.

3) For the two weeks before I got sick, I've consistently had a fight with one of our kiddos about washing hands. He loves washing his hands, so I don't know why it's been a fight, but he would refuse to wash his hands before and after eating. I'd have to physically bring him over to the sink and almost wrestle with him just to get him to cooperate. Again, he loves washing his hands. He'll be smiling and laughing the whole time, but I'd have to fight to get him to do so. Today? Some slight petulance and resistance, but no fight!!

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BoMartin girlies do I have a gift for you!

Set in my Joker Out Monster AU

Technically this is set after next chapter/chapter after that but I don't think it has spoilers of anything we don't already know.

Enjoy Bojan taking about feeding Martin

"Why didn’t you ever feed on me?" Bojan asked hesitantly over the phone. He was sitting on the couch of their living room, a hand running through Kris’s hair as he slept on Bojan's lap, drooling on his thigh.

"Because it was you." Martin responded simply from the other end of the line.

"What does that mean?"

Martin huffed humorously, "It means I love you you idiot. Also I didn't know if I even could drink from you. I'd heard some weird stories about demon blood. "

"What does loving me have to do with not drinking from me?" Bojan asked choosing to ignore the second part of the sentence,  "Don't a lot of vampires have mates they feed off? Was I not mate enough material?" The tone was joking and light, covering up the deep little part of his heart that was hurt. He'd loved Martin deeply and always would. Maybe not as lovers and mates but certainly as some kind of impossible connection. But time and circumstances had decided they weren't to last. Once Kris had arrived Bojan couldn't deny the strong feelings between them, his affection shifting to him. He loved Martin, but they simply grew apart, their relationship changing from romance to friendship.

It hadn't been his fault and it hadn't been Martin's. Their connection was strong enough to survive the break up, coming out the other side just as strong as before. They were friends, thick as theaves and once or twice Martin would still help him feed, still remembering just how to touch him or whisper in his ear to best please him.

"Feeding is... complicated my love." Martin cut through Bojan's meandering thoughts, "You of all people know that. I only wanted to drink from people I didn't much care about. Easy, simple things that could just be food. And I liked the variety it brought. You mattered too much to me to drink from you."

Bojan hummed as if he understood. Martin continued knowing him too well by now.

"You remember Gabriel? Before you met him he loved drinking from his mate. Got almost addicted to it and when she got older and couldn't give as much he took it pretty hard. Almost died when she did. That's why he was...  well why he was like *that* when you knew him.

I guess I almost didn't even want to start that. Didn't want to think about what would happen if I loved your blood as much as I loved you and then one day I couldn't have it anymore,"

Bojan didn't know what to say.

"Did you know my blood is apparently also an aphrodisiac?" Bojan said, wanting to change the topic to something easier and lighter before he could dwell on Martin's words.

He heard a chuckle over the phone

"It doesn't surprise me considering the rest of you is a damn aphrodisiac. You did say you were horny like all the time so I imagine that transferred over somehow. You probably taste like pure syrup with how sweet it would be."

Bojan blushed a bit at Martin's playful flirting. It was so easy to slip into that old rapport. He carded his fingers through Kris’s hair, who snuggled closer in his sleep.

"You always tasted amazing," he said softly.

Neither spoke. The evening sun shone through the living room window, warming Bojan's tired body.

"What makes you ask in the first place?" Martin asked eventually.

"There was a thing with Kris. Fucker didn't get his supliments for like 3 weeks and I had to give him my blood just to make sure he'd be okay. It had some.... interesting results," Bojan explained, ruffling Kris’s hair playfully. He did it a bit too hard as Kris began to stir, Bojan shushing him softly and lulling him back to sleep.

"Shit is he okay?" Martin's voice was laced with concern once Bojan made a contented noise at hearing Kris’s soft snores again.

"Yeah he's fine now. Gave me a damn heart attack though," Bojan said.

"I can imagine. You always worry about him. Send him my love will you?" Martin said warmly.

"I will. Oh and Martin?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I love him. Really love him," he looked down at his lap and smiled happily as Kris began to stir once more, eyes blinking open slowly and looking happily up at the demon.

"I know you do darling," Martin said "I love you"

"Love you too"

[rosemary-morgan]

HC’S - They comfort you after a nightmare

Hey, lovely ones (❁´◡`❁) I hope you’ll enjoy my HC’s  🖤🖤

This AU is set after the Battle of Hogwarts, where Sirius, Remus and Fred are still alive.

And as always a big thank you to my dear friend @fangirl-ramblings. 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Warning: mention of nightmares, angst

Characters:  Fred Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

You are constantly troubled by nightmares. Even though it's been a good six months since the battle at Hogwarts, it keeps coming back to you in your dreams.

You keep dreaming about Fred dying and being taken from you. It all feels very real and you always wake up scared and sweaty.

The fact is that you saw how Fred was badly hurt. No one believed that he could survive such a severe attack by a Death Eater. But he had and he was with you now.

Still, you have not yet fully dealt with this shock and it keeps catching up with you.

Fred, lying next to you, also woke up. Your restlessness was not lost on him. "Y/N?" You could tell he had been brought out of sleep as his voice was still quite husky and tired.

Of course, you were immediately sorry, because you didn't want to wake him up, but the dream had also pulled you out of your sleep. Your heart was still beating like crazy, sweat was on your forehead and cold was running down your back. Your fingers were shaking, cold all over, and you tried to calm yourself down. "It's okay, Fred..." But it was clear from your voice that nothing was okay.

Frowning, Fred reached out and tenderly stroked your arm as he looked up at you. It was still dark, but you were clearly visible through the lights shining on the street outside. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Hearing his soft and soothing voice was incredibly comforting and you knew that Fred was stubborn. He was always there for you and as you could see, at all times. Eventually, you told him what nightmares were plaguing you again. Without hesitation, Fred pulled you into his arms. As you snuggle against his warm chest, he gently strokes through your hair. 

You hear his heartbeat and that tells you that Fred was with you. "It's okay, Y/N. I'm here." And he wasn't going anywhere. You smile, slowly calming yourself. Fred made you feel safe and secure. 

Even though he gave the impression that he was calm and relaxed, he was very worried about you. It hurt him a lot to see you crying and that these nightmares torture you was terrible.

"Hey, how about some ice cream? And watching a movie?" Fred wanted to provide a distraction and he knew how much you liked to fall asleep in front of the TV. "Now? At this time?" you asked in surprise. "Yeah, why not? It's Sunday. We don’t have to get up early.”

Finally, you go into the living room and make yourself comfortable on the couch. Watching a comfort movie of your choise. Eating your favorite ice cream and you already feel much better. And while you watch the movie, you cuddle with Fred on the couch. 

Soft kisses and tender whispers fill the room. "I love you, Fred." "I love you too, darling."

Sirius Black

When Sirius sees you tossing and turning in bed, he knows you're having a nightmare. He doesn't think about it for long and starts to wake you up gently.

He nestles against your body, whispers softly to you and caresses you tenderly for a long time, until you slowly wake up from your sleep. 

Your heart beats like crazy and you are unsettled at first, because you first have to understand that you are in your bedroom. And safe.

"Hey... It's okay, sweetheart. You're okay..." Sirius' soft voice brought you back to reality. "Sirius..." You immediately snuggle up to his warm body and Sirius wraps his arms around you, making you feel loved and safe. As long as he was with you, you had nothing to fear.

You were so incredibly happy to have Sirius with you. He always made you feel safe and after such horrible nightmares, you needed that. These were the moments when you were glad that you were not living alone in this house.

Sirius knows what it is to be plagued by nightmares. They can scare you terribly.

On such nights you often take a walk. Just like this night. The cool and fresh air takes your mind off things. It helps you to relax and it is easier for you to talk about what you have experienced in your dreams.

Sirius listens to you carefully and always gives you good advice, as he has learned to deal with nightmares. 

Back at home, Sirius brews you a hot tea while you make yourself comfortable on the couch with a warm blanket. 

And after Sirius brings you your favorite tea, he lights the fire in the fireplace and joins you under the covers. He, too, likes to be warm.

"You're not alone, Y/N. I'm with you." Snuggling against his chest, you take in his pleasant scent of fresh mint. You feel so much better, and Sirius is feeling it too because as long as you're not feeling well, he's restless too. 

"Thank you, my love," you whisper before tenderly kissing his lips. 

His eyes are so soft and warm, just like himself. "I love you, Y/N," Sirius whispers as he kisses the back of your hand and your forehead.

How lucky you are to be Sirius Black's soulmate.

Remus Lupin

You woke up from a dream that scared you terribly. So much, that at the moment you are even afraid of the dark.

With shaky hands, you feel nothing beside you but cold sheets. Remus was probably still awake. With a sigh, you wipe your wet eyes before reaching for your wand. "Lumos..." you whisper, and immediately your surroundings brightened a bit.

You decide to look for Remus, because you really needed his closeness right now. Remus radiates something calm and pleasant. You feel safe with him and in moments when you are afraid, you just want to be with him.

Finally you find him in the living room,  with a book in his hand and a hot chocolate, where he had made himself comfortable on the couch.

You smile at the sight. He's wearing only a white shirt and his black, tight-fitting shorts. Wasn't he cold then?

It wasn't long before Remus notices you. A bit surprised to see you, he raises his brows curiously. But your red cheeks and glazed eyes tell him you've been crying. "My love? Is something wrong?"

"The nightmares... Again..."

With an encouraging but, at the same time, sad smile, he put down his cup and tapped his lap with his hand. "Come here, dear..."

Instantly you go to him and sit on his lap, whereupon Remus wraps his arms around you and you wrap yours around his shoulders. There are still a few tears rolling out of your eyes, but you feel much better already.

Again and again Remus gently strokes your back, letting you cry, whatever you want. He's there for you, and for that you're very grateful.

"Are you feeling better, darling?" he asks you as he strokes your hair and finally kisses you. With a blissful sigh, you return the kiss and you taste the chocolate he had drunk earlier.

"What have you been reading, Remus?" "Huh? Oh, well, the Grimm brothers' fairy tales!" Remus knew you had a Muggle book or two on your bookshelf, and today he had picked out this older book and liked it.

And so did you. You put your head on his lap as you asked him to read to you. You just wanted to go back to a gentle sleep and preferably with a fairy tale.

And Remus' gentle voice quickly led you to find your peace and fall asleep on his lap. Safe and sound.

Draco Malfoy

He knows how much you are plagued by nightmares. And he also knows that he was to blame of it.

The nightmares had begun shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts. He is plagued by bad nightmares too. But he hides this fact from you, because in the end he wants you to be well and to feel safe with him.

He himself would somehow cope with his nightmares. 

Draco has done many things during his time at Hogwarts that he is not proud of, even felt ashamed of many things, but he had to look forward and you give him a lot of strength.

And so also on this night, he doesn't find you lying next to him. You have a habit of walking around the house when you couldn't sleep. 

Draco finds you on the terrace, in the cool wind of the night. You don't seem to mind being exposed to the cold, yet Draco doesn't want you to catch a chill.

So he grabs your warm robe and drapes it over your shoulder as he walks to you in the cool night.

Hugging you from behind, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent.

"How long have you been out here, darling?" You instantly lean against his chest and close your eyes, feeling the warmth radiating from him. "Having a bad dream again?" "Yes..." He could hear in your voice that you were crying and your eyes were still wet from the tears you shed that night too.

You saw so much death and destruction. How could you forget that?

And it always hurts Draco that you are tormented like that. You are so strong, but still you were only human. A better person than he would ever be. To this day, he doesn't understand how you can love him. 

These questions torment him at the moment, but he forgets them when you turn to him and snuggle against his warm chest. Momentarily he presses you against him, covering your face with numerous kisses, before he takes you in his arms and brings you back to your bedroom.

Looking at you full of affection, but also sad, he strokes your hair, kissing you softly. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Draco." He'd never admit it, but your words made him all the happier.

And you loved him because he had saved your life years ago, and because behind his facade you met the man you wanted to share your life with.

"Now sleep, my dove. I will stay with you." And you knew you could trust Draco's words.

Snuggling against your body and holding you in his arms, it was Draco who couldn't sleep that night. He wanted to be there for you in case the nightmares came back to you.

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You're An Image Caught in Time: Chapter 13

You got your soulmark when you were very young. You knew who you hoped had left their mark but since they never said anything to you, you resigned yourself to a life of bitter unrequited love. As much as you wanted to meet your soulmate you knew after all these years they must not want to meet you. Though the mark never faded some days you wished it would. Especially after meeting Billy.

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Childhood Friends! Eddie Munson X Reader

Tags: 18+ NSFW MDNI, slowish burn soulmate AU, reader is in an abusive relationship with Billy Hargrove, Dark! Billy, Eddie is a sweetheart but bad at feelings, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, eventual happy ending

Warnings: rape/non con elements, emotional and physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence, suicidal thoughts

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Spending winter break with Eddie was truly a dream come true. Eddie was so supportive and tried so hard to make you feel as comfortable as he could. It was Christmas Eve and the two of you were decorating a small tree that sat on top of the end table in the living room. Eddie was on the couch and you sat on the floor thumbing through a box of ornaments. You hadn’t heard anything from Billy since that night but a lot still happened in the past few days, first and foremost? You moved out of your mom and step dad's place. 

“You know?” Eddie casually brought up the day following the incident with Billy showing up after D&D, “What I said that night still stands.” He offered you a pretzel as the two of you sat snuggling on his bed. Your brows scrunched together as you eat the bite he just gave you trying to remember what that was, “About you moving in? Whenever you’re ready you just say the word and I’ll go get all your stuff from that house and you never have to see them again if you don’t want to. But I also don’t want to seem pushy so I hope I'm not being too forward, like I know we’re soulmates but that doesn’t mean we are -” he was rambling and you looked up from his chest to kiss his cheek.

“Eddie? Can I ask you something?” You sat up and fiddled with your fingers, “There’s something I’ve wanted to ask for a really long time, even more so once I found out who you were. Do you think we’d still be friends even if we weren’t soulmates?” His eyes widened as he pondered your question. In your mind it made sense, if he wasn’t your mate he might have never stopped talking to you and your life might look very different than it does now or if you weren’t soulmates maybe you wouldn’t have been friends in the first place. 

After a moment he spoke, “Sweetheat, I can’t imagine a universe where you’re not in my life. If you hadn't left your mark on my arm that day, who knows? Maybe I wouldn’t have pushed you away and hurt you like I did, all I know for sure is that without you, my life felt empty. Everyday I would go into that fucking school and know that I couldn’t have you because I had fucked up. I was an idiot! Until we got matched up for that project I thought I’d never get a chance to speak to you again. You’d graduate, move away, and forget about me. If you told me right now you wanted nothing to do with me I’d back off because I swear on my pathetic, cynical existence that I will never do anything to hurt you again. I’ve caused you enough suffering.”

You turned your body around and crawled up into his lap hugging him like a koala wrapping its body around a tree, “You’re not pathetic Eddie! You were just a scared kid. I don’t blame you, please know that.”

He kissed your forehead, “I don’t deserve you. You divine angel of the heavens, your light shouldn’t grace a lowly demon like me.”

You chuckled softly into his lips as you kissed him some more, “You’re so dramatic, but that’s why I love you.” Both of your faces light up bright red as your spontaneous admission slips out so casually. You didn’t regret saying it, it was true, you’d felt strong feelings for him since you were young. He was always such an important person to you even after pushing you away. You held tightly to the memories of him and they helped you get through countless sleepless nights. Soulmate or not, love was definitely the right word to describe how you felt about this man.

You licked your lips and swallowed hard waiting for him to respond. His hand cradled your cheek and he whispered into your mouth with a kiss, “I love you too princess. God that feels so good to say out loud! I’ve wanted to shout it from the rooftops for so long and now I’m going to tell you everyday so you never forget. I love you.”

You laughed again, “I think we’re doing all of this backwards and out of order.”

“You’re right, I’ve never even had a girlfriend and now I have the most incredible goddess of a woman in my lap saying she loves me? Pinch me because Christ I must be dreaming.”

“Eddie? Can I be your girlfriend please?” 

His hand plays gently with the bottom hem of your shirt and his finger brushes softly against your bare skin, “Of course sweetheart.”

After that you agreed to move in. One day when both your parents were out you and Eddie went over there and moved your clothing and personal items into your new home. You left a letter for your mom and placed it carefully on the coffee table and then closed the door before leaving for good. You and Eddie were thoroughly enjoying not being separated anymore until yesterday when it suddenly became very real that you were living together now. You were in the living room watching a movie and Eddie said he was going to go take a nap. When your movie ended you got up to go join him but he wasn’t asleep.

“Shit!” You surprised him when you opened his door. You watched as he quickly covered himself and apologized profusely, “Sorry sweetheart! I’ve just been so worked up having you around all the time and I didn’t want to pressure you.” Your flushed face just stared at him and left without a word. You hadn’t talked about it since.

“There,” Eddie placed a star atop the tree and pulled you out of your daydream, “Done. Makes this place feel a little less depressing don’t you think,” he laughed. His smile lifted your spirits and gave you the strength to address the elephant in the room.

“Eddie we should talk about what happened yesterday,” you closed the small storage container you’d been pulling ornaments from.

He rubbed tension from his neck, “Do we have to? It was so embarrassing!”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry I walked in on you but Eddie you could have asked me to you know, help you out?” You weren’t sure why this was so hard to talk about. It’s not like either of you were virgins.

Eddie sighed, “And I’m sure you would have been great at it but listen. I won’t touch you like that until you specially ask me. I want to show you that consent is important in these matters. I’m sure that fucker did more than you’ve told me and I want you to know that it won’t be like that with me. If you ever want it, that is.”  

“Of course I want you silly. The fact that you’re willing to wait until I’m ready makes me want you all the more.”

“When you’re ready I’ll cherish your body and mind in every way imaginable. I want nothing more than to make you feel good. But I think we should wait.”

“Only if you promise me one thing,” he sat on the edge of the couch as you held his hands from your place on the floor, “When I say I’m ready you won’t try to talk me out of it. If I make the decision that I want it, you won’t try to tell me that you don’t think I’m ready.”

He squeezed your hands, “As long as you promise to not make such an important decision lightly. Really think about it and don’t just say yes because you’re worried about pleasing me. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You jump up and start raiding his cupboards. He looks at you curiously, “What are you doing princess? We just had dinner, are you still hungry? I think the grocery stores might still be open for another hour.”

You pull flour and sugar from his cabinets but pout that you couldn’t find everything you're looking for, “It’s Christmas Eve. I want cookies for santa.”

He laughed scoping you up into his arms, “My girl wants cookies! Cookies she shall have.” He grabbed his keys and you both bundled up. Snow had been falling all day and sticking to the ground. There was already a fair amount built up on the windshield of Eddie’s van. The radio was playing Christmas music and you sang quietly to yourself as he watched you, struggling to keep his eyes on the road. Your bruises were becoming more faint everyday and he made sure to put ointment on your cuts every night to ensure maximum healing. You looked happier and healthier. That’s all he could ask for. 

The grocery store was desolate and the workers gave you grouchy looks as you walked in 30 minutes before they closed but you wanted cookies for santa and Eddie would fight anyone that tried to take that away from you. You grabbed a basket and found most of what you were looking for. You checked the baking section for vanilla and slouched when they didn’t have any left.

“Can’t you just use these?” Eddie grabbed like 7 other bottles that all contained some kind of extract. He was so fucking cute you couldn’t even stand it. You bit your lip in thought trying to remember what your grandma told you worked well as a substitute. 

“Eddie, do you like pancakes? I could make you breakfast in the morning and I can use the maple syrup as a vanilla alternative.”

Your boyfriend’s resolve crumbled as you stood in that grocery store. He whispered in your ear, “Careful sweetheart. We just talked about waiting and you’re really feeding my perfect little housewife fantasy.”

Your lip curled into your mouth as you bit it harder, “Then should I wear an apron while I cook?”

He played with your hair, “I take it all back, you're a demon princess. You absolute minx teasing me like this but yes sweetheart. I would love anything you choose to cook for me.”

You finish your shopping and walk hand in hand back to the van. It’s snowing a little harder when you step outside and you feel like characters in an old painting. Walking in a winter wonderland, not another soul around as you listen to the quiet of winter. No cars on the road. No people out and about. It’s just the two of you as you walk across the parking lot. You put the bags in the back of the van and Eddie starts the engine but keeps his driver’s door open, turning up the holiday music a bit and beckons you with a crooked finger to join him. He dances with you in that empty parking lot, both of your boots leaving prints in the collecting snow. The streetlights come on and several employees exit the store.

Eddie spins you around one last time and pulls you close to him, “I love you so much. Ready to make those cookies?”

He drives you back home and Uncle Wayne is outside smoking. He’s holding a small box that you notice as you walk up. He holds it out for you, “Here kiddo, this was on the porch for you when I got home. Figured I’d let you decide what to do with it.”

Billy’s name was on the tag. You turned the small package over in your hands before walking towards the common area in the trailer park and tossing it in the trash. Eddie looked so proud of you, “I don’t even want to know what was in there. Nothing he could give me would excuse what he did,” you grabbed Eddie’s arm, “I already have everything I need.”

Your heart swelled to sizes you didn’t even think possible as you settled in for the night. Uncle Wayne watching television as Eddie did his best to try helping you in the kitchen. He somehow managed to get flour all over the both of you, but you didn’t mind because you had been wearing an apron. You added the chocolate chips and mixed them into the bowl. Eddie held the tray for you while you scooped out balls of dough, once the bowl was nearly empty you both stuck a finger in and swiped out a bit of leftover dough. You pressed your finger into Eddie’s mouth and he sucked it clean as he mirrors your movements, his thick finger tenderly opening your mouth and letting your tongue lick it clean. You felt flushed as he pulled his finger back out. The oven beeps and you stick the tray inside.

You can’t help but feel a bizarre sense of TV sitcom domestic perfection as you survey the scene out ahead of you. Doing the dishes together while your homemade dessert bakes and Christmas movies play in the background. Once you finish cleaning up you spend the rest of the night talking to Eddie and his uncle about your plans to go over Steve’s tomorrow for a Christmas party. Oh and of course eating cookies. 

[callmemana]

Whiskey Bottles & Wild Flowers: Meet Busch & Jack:

The first couple of years that Beau and Katherine was married, they were just starting to think about children. To practice for a baby, they decided to get a little Golden Retriever.

It took a few days after they brought him home for the puppy to get a name, Busch. Beau & Katherine still laugh about how he got his name.

Then, seeing that Busch was lonely and needed a friend, they got another one and named him Jack. The dogs helped keep each other company and helped herd the cows when the newly wed couple needed it.

As the couple celebrated their second anniversary, the topic of children came up again, and they started trying. When Katherine was in the early stages of pregnancy, it was actually the dogs that gave her the idea that she might be.

Busch and Jack would follow her around and protect her everyday. At first, Katherine thought that maybe the dogs were sick, then after weeks of the behavior, it finally clicked.

Dogs can smell things that people can’t, maybe they can tell if the hormones in her body changed. So, Katherine took a pregnancy test and when it came back positive, she hugged the dogs and all three ran to tell Beau the good news!

When they took the newborn TK home for the first time, the dogs raced to see their owners and tiny human. Beau gently set the carrier on the floor and whispered an ‘easy’ to the dogs before they came up and sniffed the baby.

Busch and Jack smelled the new addition to the family before Beau called them away and fed them. It was the start of an amazing friendship that would be continued as Baylie and a couple months later Amanda were born.

Busch & Jack were there for all of the big moments in their owners’ life. Busch was the one to get TK to walk for the first time, and later helped Baylie and Amanda.

Jack was an accomplice in one of TK’s first pranks on his sisters. Baylie’s first word was ‘Bus’ after he had taken her cheese stick. When Amanda rolled over the first time, it was because Jack had heard the command.

As the children grew into teenagers and experienced first days of junior high, high school, getting bullied, and heart break, Busch and Jack were there again for snuggles and kisses (for the girls), and rough housing and playing catch (for TK).

Busch and Jack were especially there for Amanda when Leo hurt her all those time when they were young. It broke her parents’ heart having to hear all of those things that their daughter said to the dogs. Duckie would join in on the snuggling and conversation too, but most of the time it was just the three of them.

Baylie would have the dogs join her when she did her chores around the land or when she rode her horse, Moon, on the trail. As the years went by and new people came into their lives, Busch and Jack became her confidants in her confusing feelings about Leo’s fellow aviator and pilot.

Baylie really struggled with what to do with the attraction she had for him, but in the end, it was those cute puppy-dog eyes from Jack that Baylie finally just said ‘fuck it’ and took the initiative and kissed Pretty Boy. Afterwards, when the shock wore off, she ran home and told Jack all about it!

TK & Chloe both agreed that both dogs would be in the wedding. Busch as the ring bearer, and Jack as the ‘Best Dog’, which took a lot of convincing to Chloe when it first came to light. Those same puppy-dog eyes worked on TK when he and Chloe had their first big fight.

TK had just stormed into the house and to him room. Jack, sensing his mood, followed behind closely, and laid in front of TK’s bedroom door until TK had enough of the whining and let him in, Busch not too far behind for the cuddles he would receive.

Like his sisters, TK told the dogs his problems and his feelings on them and the dogs listened to him. Once Jack answered TK’s “What should I do Jack? I love her,” with his own, “tell her you’re sorry idiot!”

So, TK shot out of bed and ran to the store to get Chloe’s favorite flowers and candies. When TK came home later, he thanked Busch & Jack with treats and pets.

When Leo came back to his home with his friend, Busch & Jack stayed by the Girl’s all the time, protecting them. Busch & Jack knew that the yellow haired boy human had hurt the yellow haired girl human that the dogs lived with.

He also knew that the boy, new one with brunet hair, was bad news for the brunette girl, he also lived with. The dogs teamed up and made sure that the two groups never were alone, which became hard when the other humans started to meddle in their plans.

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Don’t take time for granted| Chase x Henrik (angst)

This is inspired by 'Clouds'. It's on Disney plus. I really recommend to watch it, it's so beautiful and emotional.

Henrik has cancer here, and in this, no one knows until later on.

<< TW: death >>

•3rd person POV•

Sitting at the hood of his car, Henrik watched the night sky. Smiling sadly as he knew his living moments would be ending soon.

There was so many things he wanted to do. So many things he didn't have time for. He only had the rest of this year. Only a couple months left.

Henrik had stage 4 leukemia. It hurt to know he had cancer. He had been diagnosed a couple years ago, and it was too late for him. Yet, he never told his friends. Henrik didn't want to worry them.

Especially not his best friend. Chase. The man Henrik had fallen for.

Out of everything Henrik wanted to do while he had the chance to live;

To Go back to Germany for a while

To be able to have enough money for Jay's transition surgery

To go scuba dive and watch the world underneath the water.

But the main, huge thing he wanted to do. Out of everything, was to confess to Chase.

When Henrik first had fallen for his best friend, the man was already in a married relationship. With a lady named Stacey.

That relationship ended up turning abusive. 12 years in the relationship, the two finally gotten a divorce...and Henrik's time was only running short.

Henrik's thoughts were cut short when he heard the front door open. Looking over, he spotted Chase walking over to him with a bag of chips.

Sour cream and onions chips. Henrik's favorite.

"Hey dude, thought you could use some company. Plus, I brought your favorite." Chase chirps with happiness. That same smile, where his dimples would show. The corners of his eyes wrinkle a bit as a small spark shine in his eyes.

Henrik smiles as he nods. Patting the spot beside him as he makes some room.

The car shifted as new weight was added on it. Henrik only chuckles, "are zhe others asleep?"

"Yeah, Jackie made a mess in the kitchen while trying to experiment what a smoothie of Mango, pear, and pickles would taste. Yet the dumbass forgot the lid. So it exploded EVERYWHERE! You can just imagine the lecture Marvin gave him...but anyways, how are you Hen? You've been more quiet recently." Chase says as he leans against Henrik. Laying his head on the shorter man's shoulder. This was normal between the two.

Henrik let's out a small chuckle, already figuring that Marvin had to order Jackie to bed. Those two were close friends. And more often would Jackie be the childish one in the group-yet their roles switched once in a while.

He nods his head softly, looking up at the night sky again, "Yeah...I guess I have been...just been lost in thought lately."

"What's in your mind little dude? Maybe we can talk it out?" Chase offered as he snuggled closer to the doctor man. He also looks at the sky. Glad to be this close to Henrik.

After years and years of knowing each other, Chase had slowly developed feelings for the man. He just never knew he was bisexual. Yet when he had figured it out, he was with Stacey, and the lady was a great whole bitch. She was a mistake to be with, and Chase regretted not having left sooner.

Yet, he knew he couldn't ever confess to him. Henrik had to be straight. If he were to say, even a small hint, Henrik would probably not be his friend anymore.

Henrik shrugs, "I dunno...a lot has been on my mind...Chase? Vhat vould you do if you only had a couple months left?" He asked, avoiding to look at the taller man.

Chase let out a curious hum, "Well...I'm not sure. Probably visit my family. Hang out with you guys as much as I can-go out and make some fun last few memories. Maybe spend my last few weeks with you," He responded softly. Though feeling a bit confused. "And you? What would you do?" He asked.

Henrik let out a weak chuckle as he shrugs, "Zhere's so much I vanna do...I vanna visit mien family too. In Germany...take you guys to places-knowing you're happy...maybe even confess to someone-even if it's useless." He answers.

Chase sits up, "confess to someone?? You like someone?! Why didn't you tell me!!" He squeals, happily clapping his hands as he leans against Henrik, "Who is it?? You gotta tell me!"

Henrik blushed and shook his head, "you'll need to vait..." he says softly. Before checking his watch, "It's getting late. Let's head back." He added, getting up.

Chase knows when to push limits and when not to. He nods softly as he sighs, getting off of the car with ease. Though he helped Henrik so he didn't need to jump off, "I'm shocked you even got on the car, you're so short." He giggles.

Henrik huffs with his own playful giggles, shrugging softly, "Well, I have my ways." He says as he walks back inside with his friend.

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Couple months have passed by and Henrik, he has slowly gotten worse. He knew he didn't have long-and was shocked how oblivious the others seemed to be.

His job, they all made an agreement to host a party dedicated to him. But they planned it as a surprise party, so Henrik wasn't aware of it.

As time passed, the more Henrik felt sick. He had coughs, that hurt his chest. He started to feel a bit more weak now. But yet, he still fought on.

Henrik had promised the guys that he'll take them to an aquarium. Which they all happily agreed to. Having a free weekend, Henrik piled everyone in the car.

Before getting in the car, he took a quick deep breath. Taking in the air before getting inside. As soon as he saw everyone was ready, Henrik began to drive off.

On the drive over, Henrik would occasionally cough. But he just brushed it off as he made it to the aquarium.

Jackie and Anti were the most excited. They instantly got out, already gladly spilling their plans of what creature to see.

With a small chuckle, Henrik gets out with the others. He makes his way with the pack to the entrance. Making sure he has enough money, he paid for them-letting them getting inside before he did.

Upon walking in, it was like children going to an amusement park. The excitement slowly coming out.

"Jackie! Don't just wander off man! Hold up!" Marvin scolds, instantly grabbing the man's hood before he could run off.

Jackie pouts, letting out a frustrated sigh as he whines, "I wanna go see the tiger sharkssss!!"

"How about we split up? I'll go with Henrik, you two go together," Chase starts to say, pointing at Marvin and Jackie, "and then Anti goes with JJ." He says, smiling at the others as he stays by Henrik.

"Perfect! LETS GO!" Jackie squeals before grabbing Marvin's hand and dragging off the poor man.

Anti instantly grabbed Jay's hand, quickly leading him off where the otters are. Making JJ yelp in shock.

Henrik smiles softly at watching them. He sighs softly, before feeling a hand on his. Looking over- a blush grew on Henrik's cheeks. Seeing Chase's adorable and bright smile before leading him off to the octopi.

"Your favorite sea animal is a octopus, so why not go to that exhibit first!?" Chase says happily as he brings Henrik with him.

Henrik felt warm on the inside. He smiles brightly and nods softly. Even when he felt weak-Chase never failed to make him smile.

Soon, the whole group grouped up at the food center. They had ordered up food and now eating together as they listened to each other talk about the animals they've seen so far.

"Dude Henrik and I went to the octopuses!! They allowed you to touch them-and you should've seen how Henrik got along with them!" Chase says happily. A soft blush on his face, "It was adorable to see how they interacted! I took a picture!" He adds.

Marvin gives a wide grin as he giggles, "I'm sure it was." He says as he looks at the picture.

Once Henrik finished eating-he gets up and walks off to a trash can.  He was a little slower on his walking-but he didn't mind it. Sighing as he coughs a bit while throwing his food away.

Yet he yelps when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

"Um...dr. Schneep...hi. How are ya holding up?" A soft voice says behind him.

Henrik looks back and smiles as he sees it was one of his patients, Aamir. He was accompanied with some girl around his age as well.

Henrik smiles softly as he waves, clearing his throat a bit, "Hey Aamir. I'm doing as well as I can be. How are you sveetie?? Are zhe scars no longer hurting?" He asked gently.

Aamir was a transgender boy-he had his transition surgery by Henrik and got check ups with him as well. The boy had opened up to Henrik a good amount-always happy to talk with him.

"No they don't hurt anymore! They're doing all good actually. Oh! This is my girlfriend! Kamiya." Aamir says softly as he smiles.

"Pleasure to meet you Doctor! Aamir talked a ton about you." Kamiya says with a smile, shaking the man's hand.

Henrik smiles as he shakes her hand. Nodding softly, "it's nice to see you..." he spoke-having to cough once more.

"...Schneep...is it getting worse?" Aamir asked softly. Having tears in his eyes.

Henrik smiles weakly, "It'll be okay. I promise. I'm still fighting..." he mumbles softly.

Aamir nods gently as he digs in his bag and takes a little letter out, "um...this is for you. I thought you were gonna work today so I wanted to stop by at the hospital...but now is good." He spoke. Feeling his girlfriend wrapping an arm around him-as a means to comfort.

Henrik looks at the letter and takes it gently. Unfolding it as he read it over. The words were making him tear up—words of gratitude. Thanking him for helping with his struggles and being there when there was no one else.

It wasn't until the last few words-where he broke down.

You're the reason I kept going. We're grateful forever and always. We'll miss you.

Henrik had some tears running down his cheeks as he sniffs.

Aamir smiles before hugging Henrik tightly, "Thank you...you don't understand how thankful I am that you were in my life..."

Henrik hugged Aamir back. No matter if his hold was a bit weaker now.

After a bit of more talking, Aamir left with his girlfriend. Sighing softly as he walked back to the others-wiping his eyes with his sleeves.

Chase was the first to see the tears. Noticing instantly as he stands up, "Hey everything okay?? I saw you with those two random people...is everything okay??" He asked worried.

Henrik just smiles and nods. Checking the time as he smiles at Chase, "yeah...just some patients I won't be seeing anymore." He mentions softly, placing the letter into his backpack.

Henrik didn't see the caring, yet concerned eyes from Chase.

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A week has passed and Henrik had gotten worse. He no longer was allowed difficult jobs at the hospital.

Henrik's cough and symptoms has gotten worse. And at this point-he knew he would need to be hospitalized soon.

Worse part was, it seemed the others started to notice something was wrong. They'd continue to ask if he was alright or if he felt okay. Even then-Henrik didn't say anything.

Currently, it was early morning and Henrik was getting ready to head to the clinic. While he didn't have a shift-he was told to go for some reason.

Henrik drives up to the hospital-sighing as he coughed into his hands again. He got out, walking into the clinic.

He saw their front receptionist-smiling softly as he walks over, "Hey Kasy! I vas told to come?" He asked confused.

Kasy looks up and smiles brightly, "yeah! Come follow me. Do you need any help?" She asked as she walks around the desk and goes over to Henrik.

With a shake of his head-Henrik goes to follow Kasy. Watching as they walked down a hall and towards a room.

Once entering a door-Henrik gasped as he was startled by confetti pouring from about the door. Seeing almost everyone from the clinic there.

"SURPRISE!" He heard-making Henrik look shocked.

Kasy giggles as she lead Henrik inside, "we know about your condition getting worse. And we wanted to do something for you. A little memory for ya-even if you survive or not. Cause you made it so far!" She says softly.

Henrik tears up as he looks around, "I-I don't know...thank you guys...so much.." he said softly.

Edward walks over as he nods, bringing Henrik into a hug, "you're the most loved doctor here Hen. By not only the staff but the patients too. Of course we would do something. Now c'mon! We have your favorite foods!" He says. Leading the man to the food table.

There, Henrik smiles as he saw what type of food. It seemed like his colleagues had done their research on German food. There was foods like Eintopf, käsespätzle, maultaschen, and his favorite, kartoffelknödel.

As everyone got themselves food-people we're eating and talking amongst them. Henrik sat at a table-eating as he talked with his best friend-Edward.

"Have you told Chase yet??" Edward asked.

Henrik only nervously chuckles, "no...I don't think I will...I mean I'm already dying! Vhy do I vanna tell him vhen ve don't even have time for relationships! I'm gonna die and I don't vanna leave him heart broken cause of my death." He says with a sigh, "It's best for him to find someone who can care for him and protect him. I'm useless to him now. Especially since I only have a few days left. And I know I do"

"Hen-don't say that! You fought it for so long! There is still a chance! You can still live and get better! You did it once a while ago...and you were so close to dying to! I'm sure you can do it again!" Edward protested.

Henrik just smiles sadly-gently placing his hand over Edward's in a friendly manner, "I appreciate your optimism...but it's time to accept it Edvard. It spread faster zhan Vhat ve all expected. Zhere is no vay...but im happy vith my life. If I got another chance...I'd do it all over again." He spoke. Seeing the tears in his friend's eyes.

"Now enough sadness. Let's enjoy zhis moment." Henrik spoke before slowly getting up. Chuckling as he heard one of their collages calling for a picture.

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Chase was gonna do it. A couple days had passed and Chase was determined to finally confess to Henrik.

It was early morning and Chase wanted to take Henrik to get some breakfast. He had noticed Henrik's new physical conditions. At first he thought that it was tiredness from overworking...until it seemed like everything got worse.

Chase sighs as he walks up to the doctor's door. Knowing he should be awake by now. He knocks as he calls out for his friend, "Hen!! C'mon!! Let's get some breakfast!" He called.

Yet he didn't get an answer.

Chase frowned as he knocked again. Only to get the same, no response. Chase began to get a bad gut feeling within him as he takes a deep breath.

"Hey Hen-I know you may be asleep but I'm just gonna come in to check on ya bud!" He calls. Trying the doorknobs and feeling relief that it was unlocked.

Chase opened the door-only to gasp seeing Henrik-basically trying to gasp for breath. Seeming to be a bit unresponsive. Chase panicked, rushing over as he felt worry course through him, "JACKIE!! JACKIE CALL 911!!" He yelled.

Henrik could only stir a bit as he coughed and kept trying to gasp for breath.

Jackie heard the yell. He ran up as he called 911-bursting into the room as he looked at Henrik with worry.

"911, what's your emergency and location?"

"My friend Henrik Von Schneeplestein. He works at the local hospital! He can't breathe properly and seems to be a bit too pale! He's not as responsive either! Please hurry!" Jackie reported as he rushed over to their friend.

Chase had tears in his eyes as he listened and tried helping his friend. Getting him to sit up as he rubs his arms a bit, "you'll be okay Hen...it'll be alright...just stay strong." He tells him softly.

"Oh...it's getting bad...okay Sir. I sent an ambulance on the way. They should get there very soon. Keep me on the line and let me know if anything else is bad. Is someone there helping you?" The man through the phone asked.

"Yeah. My friend Chase Brody."

"Alright. Can you and Chase help to comfort Henrik? Tell him that Roger and Spencer on their way there. They should be 5 or so minutes away." The guy spoke.

Chase heard this. He frowns as he gently speaks to Henrik, "Roger and Spencer are almost here. Just hold on okay? You're doing great..." he said softly.

Once the ambulance had arrived, the two paramedics rushed inside and took Henrik in the gurney. Chase follows behind worried, "Am I able to ride with you guys?? I'm Chase...his Best friend" He asked.

Roger was already loading up Henrik in the hospital.

Spencer looked at Chase, "oh I know you. Yeah come on. But hurry. We gotta get him in before we loose him." He says as he got inside, "Start her up!" He calls for the driver.

Chase nods as he climbed in. Sitting down at a corner of the car as he watched the guys work on his crush.

"C'mon Henrik. Fight it! You've done it before! You can do it again! You're stronger than this!" Spencer tells their friend-working on getting Henrik hooked up on fluids and an oxygen mask.

Henrik just laid there-staring weakly at his friends before his eyes go towards Chase. Turning his head towards him-He put on a small smile, at least glad gaze was there with him.

Upon arriving at the hospital-Edward was there already to take Henrik. He rushed him in a room instantly getting to work. All while Chase could only stand in the waiting room. Staring helplessly towards the doors where the rooms are. He was unsure...he didn't know what had happened. But it seemed like everyone in the hospital did...like they have been expecting it to happen.

Once hours had passed by-Henrik has been sorta stable. Everyone else were already there with Chase. Calming each other down. As soon as Edward came out, Chase instantly rushed to him with the others behind.

"Um...so I got good news and bad news..." Edward started.

"Can you tell us the bad news first? Like is everything okay?! What happened to him?" Chase asked worried.

Edward chewed on his lip a bit as he looks at them nervously. He knew it was something Henrik wouldn't want. To worry them. Especially Chase. But with how the conditions seemed-it looked like there was no other way around it.

With a deep breath, Edward started, "Well...I think you guys may want to sit down first..." he says softly, leading them to the chairs. Once he saw them all sitting, he pulled up a chair across from them-looking at all of them. Before his gaze went down to the floor.

"Henrik...he has Leukemia, a blood cancer. He's had it for years by now. We thought things got better...but it seems we were wrong now. He's terminal now...he's been for a while but he didn't want to say anything to you guys because he didn't want that worry!" Edward briefed over as he looks at them.

"Wait-Henrik had CANCER?! Why didn't you guys at tell us before!? That would explain everything! And what he was talking about that day about doing things before he dies!" Chase panicked, before his eyes widen with tears, "Edward...how long does he have?..."

"Um...well...only a couple of days. That's the bad news...he doesn't have much long. For all we know-he could have a couple hours left. That's why he's gonna have to stay hospitalized for now."

"...."

Silence filled everyone.

Jay was silently crying, Anti wrapping his arms around him to comfort him. Trying to act like there were no tears running down his face as well.

Jackie-his usual happy expression, it was gone. Marvin leaning against him with his mask attempting to hide the tears.

But worst of all-Chase sat there heart broken. Knowing his crush-the man he liked for years now...he would probably be dead soon. But what broke him the most was the fact that Henrik never had told him.

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A broken sob interrupted the silence. That sound belonged to Chase. Who began sobbing into his hands. His hat falling onto the floor.

Edward instantly moved to be beside Chase. Bringing him into a side hug while rubbing his arm, "I know it's bad...but look. Good news is he's stable. He's resting now but he'll wake up soon. And just know that he's grateful for you. All of you. He's said so himself-he couldn't have a better life." He reassured.

Chase nods as he tried to wipe his tears away. He tried to compose himself as best as he can, "C-can...can we visit him??" He asked softly.

"Yeah. C'mon. I'll lead you guys to his room."

Upon entering-Chase instantly was by Henrik's side. Seeing the German man was awake and had a small smile as soon as he saw Chase.

Chase sat down beside Henrik, grabbing his weak, skinny hands, "Henrik...why didn't you say anything to me?"

Henrik looks up at Chase. Before looking at the others. A small smile still on his face, "Don't vanna vorry you." He mumbles softly.

"Well, we're worried now. And knowing especially you don't have long either...but you'll keep fighting right?" Anti's voice spoke up. Looking from the wall beside the bed. JJ by his side.

Henrik nods gently, "I alvays fight." He mumbles. Sitting himself up with the help from Chase.

"Henrik... what if you don't survive??" Chase's voice was soft and quiet. Eyes brimmed with tears.

"It's fine...I'm prepared...I've been ready. Plus-I'll always be there vith you. No matter if I die."

Chase looks at Henrik, before pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, "For good luck..." he mumbles.

Henrik didn't even attempt to hide his blush as he smiles. Ignoring the sad look from Edward.

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The next two days-Chase had gone in to visit his friend. No matter if one of the others went with him or not. He wanted to spend any second with Henrik. Afraid of him dying without anyone by his side.

Henrik was grateful of that. While the others were fine to be around-he looked forward of waking up from his rest and seeing Chase by his side. Even if he had been getting worse coughs and feels a bit more weaker.

Currently-Henrik and Chase sat together as Chase was looking through their phone pictures. Laughing at some memories. Henrik wanted to spend some time looking back at some memories.

"Oh and this one time! We went to the water park and you got unintentionally splashed by the big bucket!"

"Jackie vas zhe one vho planned it. Zhe bastard tricked me." Henrik huffed with a laugh. Looking at the picture of him all soaked by the bucket water. Yet still smiling as Chase took a picture of him.

Chase giggles as he swipes to the next picture on his phone-only to be engulfed into a blush. It was a picture when him and Henrik had gone out to relax. They were at a park-around golden hour. Chase was taking random pictures and he ended up taking a picture of Henrik in a field of flowers-without the man knowing.

Yet Chase had decided to keep the picture-thinking that Henrik looked beautiful and majestic.

Henrik also blushed, letting out a small giggle, "I didn't know you took a picture of me." He said, looking up at his best friend.

"Yeah...well you looked-Um-you looked more gorgeous with the sun shining down on you like that...I-I sorta had to."

"You zhink I look gorgeous??"

"What-Um...y-yeah—Yeah I do"

Henrik felt his blush grow more. A smile growing on his face as he giggles. He reached a hand up at Chase, cupping his face a bit, "I zhink you're gorgeous too, Engelein."

"Hey Hen...can I tell you something? I'm afraid I would never get a chance to tell you." Chase's soft voice spoke after a bit of silence.

"Yeah? Vhat is it, Chase?"

"I...I-well-I love you. For a while now actually! I just didn't know how to tell you. And it's okay if you don't like me or don't wanna be friends anymore. If I ruin our friendship. But I just needed to tell you in case if you do...ya know...you do die soo-"

Before Chase even got a chance to finish-he yelps as he felt himself being tugged down. Only for soft lips to meet his.

Chase's eyes widen in shock-before gently closing as he kissed back when he knew it was Henrik kissing him.

When Henrik pulled away-he smiles softly "I love you too.." he mumbles softly. Only to cough as he clears his throat as best as he can.

Chase smiles sadly-he sighs as he gently cups Henrik's face, "I wish I would've known a while ago...so I had more time with you..." he mumbles softly as he kisses Henrik's forehead.

"If you did-what would you do?" Henrik's soft voice spoke as he smiles at the kiss on his forehead.

"I'd take you out...make sure it's a lovely restaurant just for you...maybe even take you to dive in the ocean or visit Germany together. I'd do anything just to see you with that lovely smile."

As Chase spoke-he began to gain an idea. He knew he'd have to do it soon. And right before he could open his mouth to express it-he was stopped by the door opening.

"oh my darling!! Sorry if I'm interrupting but I got some food for our lovely doctor." Marvin's voice rang through the room.

Jackie was behind him-carrying a bag of hot food. Anti and JJ talking silently to each other in the further back. As they entered, Jackie had taken the responsibility to help feed Henrik.

Chase took that opportunity,knowing Henrik was due for a rest soon, "Hey Marvin...do you still have that tray table??" He asked softly.

Marvin's confused nod made Chase cheer with victory as he nods, "Yes! Okay imma be right back yalls! I promise. It'll take a bit though...so Henrik remember to rest for a bit, love." He says as he kissed Henrik quickly before rushing out of the room.

Everyone but Henrik looked confused about the kiss, yet Henrik was confused about why Chase had left in such a hurry.

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Chase had prepared a nice dinner. He was carefully packing it for Henrik and himself. He had came up with the idea-since he won't be able to take Henrik out to a fancy dinner. Chase may as well bring a fancy dinner to him instead.

He made sure to send Marvin a message, 'can you guys leave the room once I get there?? I wanna give Henrik a nice little date.' He sent.  Before bringing everything to the car.

When he arrived at the hospital- he knocked on the door-already changed and a bit fancied up. He smiles softly at Henrik. Seeing the man's shocked look.

"Chase? Vhat's zhis?"

"Just thought...though we may never get to go out to a restaurant-night as well bring you one here. Relax now. I'll be here."

Chase set up the table bed as he set some food there. He had made sure it was healthy enough for Henrik.

There they both sat. Enjoying a nice meal and talking happily as best as they can.

It almost made them forget about Henrik's cancer..

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There they all stood.

Soft, classic German music being played softly in the background.

Chase looked around. Jackie was leaning against Marvin, wearing the darkest shade of red he could find. While Marvin wore the classic black and white.

Jay was beside Anti. Just holding the man's hand as JJ-the most emotional of everyone-expressed his tears sadly.

What broke Chase the most was the other guest. While Henrik's parents or majority of his family couldn't make it-they we're on video call with Henrik's older sister-who stood beside the casket in a long black dress.

But not only that...it seemed like the whole hospital had came. The staff were there, even ones that Henrik didn't get along with the most. There were patients of Henrik that joined. Some in wheelchairs, others walking, some in crutches, there was even one with an oxygen machine. So many kinds of faces he's never known.

So many faces that Henrik had changed the life of.

"Here...we not only have a doctor. But one of the best and amazing friend anyone could ask for. While some know Henrik from a young age-others may have known him from his profession.

He grew connections wherever he went-willing to give all he knows to others...he—He was a fighter. Going through—I'm sorry—going through many struggles...yet still able to get himself back to his feet. That's what I admire the most of my brother. And I hope that none of y'all take zhis as a step down. Cause I know that's not what he'd like. He's want you to fight. To be there and lift yourself up. Cause—Cause he believes in you. Just like how...like how he did to me. When I was at my low..." Amanda, Henrik's sister had started to speak as she cried. Tears running down her face as she sniffs softly and has a tissue in hand, "He's helped many of us...made sure he was there for us...let's make sure we are there for him too.... Thank you-"

Soft claps rang around. And Chase stood-knowing it was his turn. He was giving a role to speak as well.

" As you all know, Henrik was far from perfect. But he took his flaws and built on them to make sure it wouldn't harm one...he dedicated his job with passion...but also made time for his loved ones. While Henrik wasn't normally emotional-I was there for when he had first came here...I had fallen for my best friend. While I wish I had spent more time with him...I—I know for a fact that he-that he was happy. Spending his last moments together...I've never-never ever seen such a genuine smile. I know I'll be honoring him, as not only the amazing doctor he was, the best friend I could ask, but as an amazing boyfriend. He did deserve more...he really did-b-b-but, he's told me...told me he couldn't have asked for a happier life. Thank you all for making it the most special journey of life for him...t-thank you."

Chase walked off the stage, crying softly as he tried keeping himself cool.

Jackie walked up to him, hugging him tightly as he let his friend cry into his shoulder. Chase couldn't hold it no longer. The tears bursting as he sobbed. His knees buckled as he almost collapsed in Jackie's hold.

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"Hey Henny...I got you some flowers...I know it's been a week since my last visit. I got busy. I had to pick up Robbie from Elementary School and then help to make their bake sale. You would've loved it. Robbie always asks about you. He already loves you-even without ever seeing you...I-I just miss you. I know we weren't together for that long...I just wish we had more time! I...I-I needed more time!! Henrik please...I just wanted more time with you!"

As Chase sobbed, head hiding in his arms as he sat beside the tombstone. The flowers having been neatly planted.

Chase kept sobbing as he sat there. Leaning agains the side of the tomb.

After a while-he managed to get it together. Talking softly about his week before he needed to go. Standing up-Chase made sure it looked neat. A smile on his face, "Good night love...I love you."

Walking away from the tombstone. And heading back to the car where his friends and new son awaits.

Henrik von Schneeplestein

1986-2023

Life may throw you struggles, but getting back up and moving forward is what's most important

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Word count: 5647

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A Lover's Secret Part 2 (Red Velvet Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader)

Synopsis: are you capable of loving your own enemy if it means to leave your past life behind?

CW: angst with fluff, tower of sweet chaos spoiler, RV spying/watching over reader (not in a yandere way) and ooc Pastry Cookie.

A/N: After a long time of this fic staying in the drafts, the long awaited sequel is finally here!!! This is quite long since I don't want the relationship to be rushed but I hope this fic is okay!

Part 1

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The burning, ominous flame...

Those cake monsters...

And Red Velvet... That Cookie-Cake monster hybrid....

Your thoughts were plague by the tower's presence, following you as if it was your own shadow. You never forget what Pastry Cookie told you; the origin of your kind, White Lilly's reborn as the mistress of darkness and keeping it a secret to protect the order's image and reputation.

The howling to the wind makes the presence of the empty hallway even emptier as you walk around to sneak out of the building, a candle stand in hand. You are going to visit the so-called monsters that your fellow peers deemed. Carrying a basket full of bread and a bottle of juice, you quietly went through the dark door and closed it silently.

You are a bit nervous, despite doing this so many times and didn't get caught either by Pastry nor Reverend Mother. "Hey my friend! I have brought something for you!" You whispered, calling for the cake hound you helped months ago. The Cake hound ran up to you and gives you lots of licks as a sign of it's affection. You didn't see this one for a few days, making this small reunion a bit special.

You gave the cake a piece of bread when suddenly, it ran back towards it's cave, leaving you confused a bit. Is your friend hurt? A bit moody? Or something's wrong with it's frosting? You were about to call out from the cake hound when an army of small ones came running towards you and dogpiled you as if you were a toy.

Shocked by the discovery, you just realized that these little guys were puppies! You friend of a cake became a parent! How sweet is that? "Okay okay! One at a time! I couldn't hug all of you in one go!" You wheezed as the pups began to snuggle you. After all, you are really warm on your thick coat.

Despite the cakes origins, made from the tower that forbade any cookie to enter, even you and your fellow peers, you still see those cakes not as mindless, savaging monsters but as someone who needs love and understanding.

Small yips and barks were heard here and there, demanding to give each and every pup a hug and a piece of hot baked bread. The scene makes you really happy, even forgetting the plaguing thoughts of their place of origin.

After a few hours of staying with the hound and it's pups, you bid all of them a farewell and ran back towards the chapel, playing that Reverend Mother didn't roam the empty, ominous hallways.

However, what you didn't know is that a pair of blue, piercing eyes are watching your every move, spying on what you are doing. The crimson warrior was about to defend the defenseless hound when his theory was indeed correct, you didn't hurt those poor creatures. He thought a nun like yourself would eliminate those cakes he truly cherished than his life, but he was wrong.

The way you talk and treated those creatures like friends makes him question his own perspective towards you. He needs to confront you, not to fight but to know the reason why you liked those so-called "pests'.

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"Good morning, (y/n)- by the forks sake, what happened to you?" Pastry greeted you when she took notice your appearance; messy hair and eye bags were present underneath your eyes. "It's fine Pastry Cookie, I couldn't sleep because of the events of the tower. It's been haunting me for weeks..." That lie maybe a half of it but for the sake of your reputation as a saint and your friendship towards the cake hounds, you just had to cover it, making you feel bad and guilty towards you close ally.

Pastry Cookie only sighed and took you towards the kitchen. "You need to at least something, how about some tea or perhaps some juice?" Her voice became less and less when you spotted a letter on the door's mailbox. It was sealed with a crimson wax and only a letter 'R.V' was present on the sender's name.

Strange... You didn't receive a letter other than your friends and family. Plus, you just recieved a stack of letters a few days ago.

You grabbed the letter, just before Pastry turns her way back towards you, barely noticing the letter you just held. "Is that another letter from your family?" You only shrugged and spoke, "Uhhh yeah, it's from my mom actually.."

You just the weigh of your lies crawling through your back....

"Mmm sure, I just made some tea for you and drink up, (y/n) Cookie. We gotta do our morning prayer for today." Pastry spoke as she gave the steaming mug towards you. The strong yet sweet aroma of the year makes you at ease and drinking it up. Another day, another tiring job in the building.

After your morning sessions, you rush back towards your room and proceeded to lock it to prevent anyone to invade your privacy. You stared at the envelope you hid in your uniform. It smells like cake frosting and smoke, what an interesting smell. Both of these elements only remind you with one place, the place where you thought that cookies were made to be happy but an ominous and horrible fate was bestowed upon your kind.

You carefully opened the crimson colored wax and took out the paper filled with letters, lots of letters.

"(y/n) Cookie,

Please meet me at the forest where you meet my hounds at midnight. Bring no one else but yourself. Don't be late or there will be consequences..

Signed, RV."

"Red Velvet Cookie..." You hissed, crumbling the paper into bits and throwing it away at the nearest trashcan. "What does he want from me..."

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As night falls, surrounding the land with darkness and only the light of the moon shines through your path, you made your way across the forest where you've befriended that Cake hound. Carrying your whips and a lantern to light the path you were walking on, you're still wondering if that hound was in good shape. You still brought some newly baked bread just in case you came across them.

When you finally arrived at that place, it was awfully quiet. No sounds of the candy crickets chirping or the rustling of the soft patch of tall grass in front of you. Just you, your lantern and the cold wind blowing through the forest. It was quite cold to say the least, knowing that the snow from another kingdom was getting worse each day.

You became impatient as minutes go by, while sitting down behind the tree. You closed your eyes and felt the cold breeze of the wind touching your face. It's quiet comforting and you felt at peace for the first time. Not even the thought of that cursed tower appeared on your head as you felt at ease for a while.

"I was looking everywhere for you, I didn't realize that you are hiding, you coward." Your eyes quickly jolted upwards as you quickly back off from the intruder. There he was, standing tall in front of you as his red colored hair slightly waved from the wind. "I'm not a coward, Red Velvet Cookie and state your business here. I wanna hear nothing but the truth!" Pointing the edge of your whip in front of him, he only raises both of his hands.

'Strange, he didn't bring his saw nor the cake hounds on his side. Something is definitely not right' You said to yourself as you glared towards the crimson warrior. Red Velvet only sighs in irritation and finally spoke the reason on why he wants to meet up with you. "Tell me, (y/n) Cookie. Despite your background and dedication to this...cult of yours, why on earthbread would you care for my hounds? Why don't you just obliterate them just like that cookie you called your friend?"

Your eyes widen up a bit as soon as you heard his questions. This made you unable to speak for a seconds, knowing that this kind of questions can test wether you are a saint or just a filthy sinner. You were quite scared to tell him, for he might blackmail you into doing something out of your range but decided to risk it all. After all, you find yourself at ease whenever you were with the hounds themselves, even considering those adorable creatures as your own family.

You stared at him with your (e/c) colored eyes with his blue ones and finally replied to his set of questions. "My peers back at the chapel were considering the hounds as horrible monsters, made to destroy our kind but..." A cake hound pup emerged from the bushes in front of the two of you.

Red Velvet tries to get the hound but it quickly jumps in your arms and gives you a small lick on your cheek. "What I saw within them was a creature in need of love, a home or a family even. They're not such monsters that deserves a cruel punishment for doing nothing but to cause mischief. They're my happiness, my very own source of happiness, Red Velvet Cookie."

You quickly put down the cake hound pup and it rushes towards Red Velvet into his arms. You smiled at the sight, knowing that the pup was in good hands with it's rightful owner (or commander). Red Velvet may not trust you yet but he saw the potential within you that you will take good care of his hounds. The crimson warrior slightly glares at you but quickly soften as he looks directly at you. "What you've said satisfied me, nun but I am not keeping my guard down just because you cared for my hounds."

You shrugged, picking up the scattered basket of bread and dust off the remaining dirt on your clothes. "It's okay, everyone has their own pace on trusting others, including myself commander." You gave him a small smile, walking towards the direction of the chapel. "I must be on my way now, it's nice talking to you, Red Velvet Cookie." Red Velvet Cookie just stood still as he watches your figure getting smaller and smaller until your were out from his sight.

From the way you spoke, he was smitten by the sudden change of your personality. At first, you were like a rabid wolf who does everything to protect the pack but quickly became a softie to the hounds, the same pack he considers as his own family. For this one time, he might trust you a bit. Trusting the same cookie who had a different belief from him but deeply cared for these hounds he called his friends and family.

For now, he'll only watch you from afar. Spying and watching your every move to see if you kept your deepest secret, both in your heart and mind.

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As days passes by and true to his words, Red Velvet Cookie watches over you while you tend both your duties as a saint and taking care of the hounds every single day. The more he watches over you, taking care of the injured and starving cakes that came across in your path, the more he felt this...strange feeling he felt in his body.

Red Velvet Cookie tries to fight off this kind of feeling, he's used to the feeling of being pushed away by other cookies due to being associated with the cakes and being connected to the tower itself. The feeling of shame and anger towards the other cookies, especially towards you but surprisingly, he couldn't stay mad at you.

In fact, he wanted to befriend you. This is a strange concept towards the crimson warrior but he felt a strong urge to talk to you, not as enemies but only as friends. He knows that he couldn't talk to you physically due to being a taboo on the sacred order, so he decided to send you a latter once again.

Everyday as you took a sip on your warm cup of tea, a wax sealed letter was already awaited to read with your own eyes. At first, the replies wasn't that good since you didn't trust him yet but as days turned to months and eventually a year, the conversations between the both of you exchanged began with being friends, now blossomed into something else. Something that's way to strange yet an exciting feeling at the same time. A feeling the both of you haven't felt for a long time because of a life-long despute.

It was love...

You two unintentionally fell in love with each other...

You felt as if the time slowed down around you as you realized that you developed feelings for your enemy but couldn't help it. Red Velvet Cookie just tamed your heart through the words he sent from those letters that you hid from your closest friend. You were afraid, afraid that your Pastry Cookie might turn against you if she finds out that you fell in love with a monster.

The guilt and shame you felt towards your friend. It's like you betrayed her trust in you. It hurts yes, but you are ready for the outcome if you persude a relationship with him.

Then, a particular letter arrived at your window during the late stages of night. Your eyes widen a bit as you read the letter quickly and ran out of the room to meet Red Velvet. 'He clearly mentioned that he wanted to tell me something, I hope he's okay..' you though to yourself as you secretly pass through the quiet corridors and slipped through the doors as quietly as possible.

You quickly ran to the forest where the two of you tend to meet up on a daily basis and accidentally slipped from the branch that came out from the dirt. You closed your eyes, read for the impact of the hard ground when a cake arm holdings your other arm to prevent your face from receiving a crack.

"I got you, Reader Cookie. You should be careful next time." Red Velvet said as he helps you stand up from the ground. "Oh thank you so much, Red Velvet. Without your arm, I might have a crack on my face minutes ago heh." The crimson warrior only smiled as he gives you something that he hides on his back. It's a bouquet of flowers! Flowers were sorted out with different colors, shapes and sizes! How sweet of him.

It was unlikely for him to give you such gifts but he wants to know that the bouquet wasn't just a token of appreciation for taking care of the cakes, it was his symbol for his affection towards you. "How sweet of you, Red Velvet Cookie. Thank you so much! Now, what are you going to tell me? Is it about Pomegranate Cookie again?" You spoke, letting a out a small giggle from the small gift he gave to you.

Silence looms around the forest as he looks at you in adoration. Soft blue eyes stared back at you as he holds one of you hands and goes straight to the point of his confession. "I fell for you, Reader Cookie. I know it sounds strange but I really really like you." Your face drops as soon as you heard his confession. Unknowingly that you let go of your hand from his cake arm and slowly shook your head sideways. Tears came out from your eyes as you back away from the cookie hybrid.

But deep inside, you were really happy! Knowing that the cookie that was once your enemy had confessed that he really likes you, loved even but despite your happiness infront of you, you still refused to be with him. He was on the dark side, was one with the darkness and a servant of evil. On the other hand, you are a saint who works for the sacred order for the witches. Red Velvet saw your expression and quickly became nervous and worried for you.

"What's wrong, (y/n)? What's going on-" He took a step forward as you stood still. Still not convinced that the commander of the cake army wants to be in a relationship with you. He holds your arm once again as you tearfully look at his blue colored eyes. "I-I can't be with you, Red Velvet Cookie. We're on opposing sides and it will only bring some problems if we're together as a couple."

You tried to walk away from him but Red Velvet quickly stood in front of you, still wants to know on why you didn't want to be with him. "We can be together in secrecy! Just give me a chance, my dear." More tears came out as you heard his painful please. You don't want him to be hurt, killed even by Pastry Cookie or the other nuns back at the chapel. "I don't want you to get hurt all because of me, Red Velvet. We can't be together, I like- no, loved you and it hurts for me to stay away from you, knowing that you will be killed by my peers if they saw you."

Feeling exhausted from your legs, you dropped down to your knees and pathetically sobbed as more tears slipped off from your face. Surprisingly, Red Velvet stayed by your side and wiped off your tears. "Why don't you just stay away from me? Am I that special for you to sacrifice your own life just to be with me?" Red Velvet sighs and looks at you with a sad smile. "Because you are different than the rest of those cookies. You are indeed special, Reader Cookie. A cookie not only saw the light within my cakes but also within me."

You held his arm, still not looking directly in his eyes and finally spoke after a few minutes of you crying. "I can't fall in love with you, I don't want all the pain that comes with it..." He only kissed your head. "If only I have the time to turn back, I, too, won't be in love with you but..." He caresses the side of your face and he stared at your (e/c) eyes, still stained with dried tears. "I'll be with you on every step of our relationship, even if it hurts and the consequences that came with it."

What he said had finally convinced you that the cookie beside you had finally destroyed those chains that kept you from being pursuing your own happiness. As Red Velvet saw your small smile and a nod from your head, he became extremely happy, standing up and carrying you in his arms as he spins around with you on his arms.

The both of you laughed as he continuously spins you around, finally contented that you just accepted his confession and the love came with it. The happiest moment was cut short when something pierces through your new boyfriends arm, strawberry jam was oozing from the wound quickly, making Red Velvet Cookie dropping through the ground.

"Red Velvet Cookie!" You cried in worry as Red Velvet dropped to his knees and grunted from the pain he felt from his wound. "I'm fine, sweetheart. It's just a small wound, don't worry about me- arghh!" You quickly scanned for the perpetrator for his wounds when a cookie came out from the shadows, crossbow in hand.

It's your closest friend....

"Pastry Cookie?! what are you-" She quickly aimed the crossbow towards you, her eyes glared at you, indicating that her intentions towards you isn't good. "Step away from that monster, Reader Cookie. He's nothing but a pest, a cookie who was corrupted and needed to be destroyed!"

......

"No..."

This made Pastry's eyes widen a bit as you shielded Red Velvet from her crossbow. For the first time, you spoke in defiance and didn't move from your spot, not even one bit. Pastry Cookie felt a pint of pain from her chest as she looks at your glaring eyes. Her eyes soften a bit but quickly glares back at you. "I won't ask again, my friend. Move aside or I will force you to move you!" Having enough of her words, you picked up both of your whips, preparing to fight the cookie who was once your close friend.

You weren't the type of cookie who would fight someone you really cared for but when she almost killed the cookie you loved? That's another reason to fight her, sacrificing your own life and position at the St. Pastry Order.

"I won't move aside, Pastry Cookie and I don't want to fight you!"

"Then why did you just accepted his confession? Are you really that dumb for you to be with that monster? I know all of your secrets, (y/n) Cookie. Especially those times when you snuck out in the middle of the night just to feed those...pests of his."

"They're not pests, Pastry Cookie!!"

"Then tell me, you traitor. Why did you turn your back against us back at the St. Pastry Order?! You even defend that cookie that I almost eliminated him-"

"IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!!

"YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE!! IS IT ME AND THE ORDER OR YOU WANT TO BE WITH THAT MONSTER?!!"

The both of you heaved and panting from the screaming match you both had seconds ago. You felt your eyes gathered up the tears of frustrations and slides down through you face. Now, you have to make a very difficult choice, a choice that could determine which life you will live from now on. Is it with your friend and continuously live your life as a shadow nun and abandoning Red Velvet? Or spend the rest of your life with Red Velvet and being a traitor and a taboo on the St. Pastry Order?

"Do you have to make me choose, Pastry Cookie?" You tearfully spoke towards her. The nun felt a bit of pity for you but stood tall, awaiting for your answer. "Yes, I am. Now pick your poison, Reader Cookie."

It looks like you didn't have a choice left...

You decided to choose your happiness...

You decided that it's your own happiness you chose and it's time for you to leave your former life that was filled with nothing but misery and pain. You turned your back against her and quickly rushed to your boyfriend's side, still grunting from the pain he felt from his wound. "I'm going to be with him, wether you like it or not."

This made Pastry Cookie very angry at you. "You really are a traitor! A filthy sinner who was corrupted from the likes of him!" She quickly rushed towards the both of you when suddenly, several cake hounds were surrounding the both of you, making her backed off quickly. She shook her head sideways as she stares at you in pure disgust and betrayal. "This isn't over! I will destroy the both of you!" And off she went, running back towards the chapel you once called home.

You dropped to your knees and sobbed quietly as Red Velvet Cookie comforts you, rubbing your back while the hounds are checking their commander. "Cry it out, sweetheart. You made the right choice of leaving your past behind. Are you sure you weren't regretting this choice of yours? Betraying the order just to be with me?" You smiled from his concerned words. Ripping out a piece of fabric from your vail, you wrapped it around on his wounds and helped him stand up on his legs.

"If it means to be with you, then yes. I am willing to risk it all, for the cookie I deeply fell for." Red Velvet chuckled from the words you spoke and began walking with you towards the direction of the place where it all began. As the sun begins to rise up from the sky, colors of orange and yellow were mixed to the skies, your new life awaits. A life that you formerly be against with but finally contented with the cookie who loves you despite being his own enemy.

"Come on, my dear. Dark Enchantress Cookie awaits your presence. Welcome home, my dearest Reader Cookie."

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[finelinevogue]

Can you do something where Y/N is sick and Harry has to take care of her please?

i actually had written something similar to this before so i present you a lengthy blurb;

You were pretty sure if you got invited in to hell it would feel something like this.

Hot. Sticky. But chilled.

You had come down with a concerningly high temperature. Along with the added luxuries of a deafening headache, cold sweats and an upset tummy. Your body was burning all over, as if it had just been freshly cooked in the oven but you felt colder than ice. It was a confusing juxtaposition, but there it was.

You'd called Harry, since he was in the studio recording his new music and asked him to come home early. You didn't even get to the reasoning of why he should come home before he hung up, telling you he was already vacating the premises. You hated to be that needy girlfriend who had to call about nearly everything, but Harry loved it more than anything. He loved the fact that you needed him. It gave him purpose, apparently .

You couldn't work out whether you regretted asking him to come home, or whether it was a blessing. It was a very fine line.

It was a blessing because, he looked after you like a mother would her child and made sure he stood by your side any time you found yourself lurched over a toilet. He made you chicken soup from scratch and even tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot, or salty - despite being a vegetarian himself. He even made you honey and lemon tea, which he had to run to the store for the honey. When you say run, you mean run. He didn't want to leave you alone at all, so he put on his running shoes and sprinted to the shop and back. However, it was a slight regret because of how fussy he was over you. He loved it to bits - nursing to your every need.

You truly believed you didn't deserve Harry. He was just too kind and pure for his own good. You were unarguably lucky. Laying on what felt like your death bed, didn't feel so lucky though.

It was now 10 pm and you could hear Harry turning on the alarm for downstairs, the loud beeping noise preventing you from sleep. That's all you'd done all day. Sleep. You thought it'd be more magical than it was. It was just uncomfortable though, because of how cold and hot you were.

Your much better looking other half trudged through the bedroom door within a minute of the alarm going off. He was only wearing checkered pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt and yet he made it look like Gucci Runway 2021.

The jingling of keys signalled Charlie was also present. Charlie was your 2 year old Golden Retriever. He was beautiful. When you and Harry has moved in together 2 years ago you'd managed to persuade him to get a dog. Within a few weeks of moving in you had a 5 month old puppy running around your house. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. He was also ridiculously photogenic.

"Hey Chaz!" You cooed as Charlie walked over to your side of the bed, where you were snuggling down under the sheets. You reached out your hand to give him some loving and attention. You could tell by the small smile and sparkling eyes that he was one happy boy.

"Alright, buddy. Let's leave mum alone." Harry came behind Charlie to manoeuvre him into his bed, which was in the corner of the room. It was more like a big cushion. He started to whine after being forced to leave you - having not seeing you all day. Harry was strict in keeping him downstairs so not to disturb you whilst you were sleeping.

"H it's alright, let him on the bed. He can curl up on my feet." You sympathised with Charlie, as you always did, hating to hear or see him upset. Harry was like the 'bad-cop' when it came to parenting Charlie, because you were too sweet to say no to him.

"You're one spoilt boy, aren’t you?" Harry messed around with Charlie, before telling him he could get up on the bed to see you. Charlie leapt on the bed and wandered over to give you all the kisses he could, before Harry came to calm him down - as you really didn't have the strength.

"I missed you too, Chaz." You quietly laughed, not wanting to set your headache off even more.

"You gonna let me kiss mum now?" Harry rhetorically asked, but as he came over to you Charlie laid down on you so your face was buried underneath his body. You could feel him panting with his adorable tongue out above you, as he hid you from Harry.

"Someone's jealous."

"Feeling like a bloody third wheel over here." Harry tutted and you laughed until you got hot with the movement.

"Harry? Can you move him please?" You whined as you tried to shuffle around.

"Okay Chaz. Let's let mum get some sleep, alright?" Charlie is slowly removed from you and ends up curled on top of your feet, keeping them warm for you.

Harry slipped into the covers and shuffled his way over to you, putting the back of his hand over your forehead and hissing quietly at the simple touch.

"Baby you're so hot." Harry complained.

"I know." You teased with a wink at him, taking his worry out of context and turning it into a flirting compliment.

"Oh piss off!" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer. "What am I going to do with you, baby?" Harry then planted only a few delicate kisses to your lips - not wanting to overwork you and your tired body.

••••

You woke up with drowsy eyes to find you're in bed alone.

Your throat was incredibly dry and your whole body was sticky from sweat. Your pyjamas were damp and your face looked like it'd just been drowned in a rainstorm. It was disgusting. Still, you brought the duvet up to cover yourself more, as you let out a dramatic shiver. Why was it so cold?

Mixed into the background noise you could hear the cheering of crowds and it really confused you, until you looked at the wall and noticed the football was playing on re-run on the TV. Manchester United Vs Manchester City. You hated that you knew that just from their football uniforms, but that's what you get for living with a football-crazed boyfriend.

You noticed Harry emerge from the bathroom, a washing up bowl in his arms. He came and sat down in bed, the bucket of water to his side. "What are you doing?" You quietly asked, peering up at him through tired eyes.

"Oi, you're meant to be sleep y’minx." Harry told you off.

"I can't. I'm too uncomfortable. I'm hot, but i'm cold. I also find it hard to sleep without you next to me." You huffed out in annoyance.

"My poorly baby." He leant down to kiss your forehead, "c’mere, baby." He urged.

He helped you move, seeing as your body was really weak, so you could lay down against Harry’s body. He was sat up against the headboard as you nestled down between his legs, your back to his front. It was a lot more comfortable than before - probably because Harry was closer to you. Charlie noticed the disturbance and waited for you to stop moving around, before maintaining the job of guarding your feet.

Once he was happy in his position he fell asleep again, making you jealous of his ability to do that. Especially now.

"Why's the football on?" You asked, motioning towards the TV.

"Had to keep myself awake somehow." He explained, but it only made you more confused.

"Why?"

"So I can take care of you, y’muppet." His words actually melted your heart - more than chocolate could melt on your forehead right now.

After you'd settled, Harry reached into the bucket and drained out a cloth. He made sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket. You hummed in appreciation when he placed it against your forehead, rotating it to the back of your neck also in order to relax and cool you. It made you realise just how hot you were.

"I think i'm dying, Harry." You groaned as the nausea came over you again. Harry kept a firm hold of the cloth on your forehead, dabbing gently and careful to not let any water drip down into your eyes.

"No you're not, baby." Harry gave you a light-hearted laugh.

"Well, living shouldn't feel as shitty as this H." You grumbled, not appreciating his lack of understanding.

“Then just let me take you to the chuffing hospital!" He exclaimed, making Charlie stir slightly.

Harry had been demanding you go to the hospital all day and all evening, but you were too stubborn to go. That, and you were terrified of hospitals - more terrified of needles and blood than anything else. However, you were starting to reach the point where you were giving in to his request, though. It was becoming unbearable to sleep and harder to breathe. You were worried for yourself.

"I don't like it." You pouted like a child, as Harry wrung the cloth through the fresh water again.

"I don't care whether you like it or not, Y/N, I really think we should go. More like need." Harry insisted and you could tell he wasn’t giving up without a fight. You didn’t want that either.

You hated how he was right.

It was only going to get worse from here, and you didn't really want to be alive when that was going you happen, so going to the hospital to get checked over and drugged up seemed like the best option to go for. The more sensible option.

"Fine." You finally accepted, Harry slinking his arms tight around your waist after discarding the cloth in to the bucket. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted an abundance of kisses there, your skin burning just to the touch.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated in-between kisses.

•••••

It took 20 minutes to get in to the car. 20 minutes.

All because Charlie was reluctant to letting you get up and go. So Harry had to dress you into a more appropriate attire, with a dog sat on your lower body. It was then half an hour later that you were in the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at this time of night and for that you were grateful. It was obviously a night where little numbers of people were doing silly things to get themselves hurt. There was the odd patient for a minor cut injury and there were a couple of people in for burns. There was even a woman in because she accidentally superglued her hand to a bottle of superglue - ironic, but painful.

You sat patiently on Harrys lap, waiting for someone to escort you to a cubicle. You were freezing cold, to the point where your teeth were chattering - your outside body was giving off the opposite temperature. You tried to get as close to Harry's warmth as possible, pushing your body against his.

"You're alright baby." Harry shushed you, as you let out a small tremble.

"If I do die—"

"Which you won't." Harry chuckled.

"I know, but if I did I want you to know that I love you." You told him. Even though he's heard you say it a million times before, it still made his heart flutter as you spoke each word.

"I love you, baby." He kissed the side of your head. "But you're going to be just fine, so no more talking about you dying okay?"

"Why? It's only a natural thing." You pointed out.

"Sure, but I don't want to think of a world without my girl living in it. So zip it before I make you."

You never thought of dying as a world without Harry before now and it wasn't the time to start thinking about it either. It was a horrible thought and you understood why Harry didn't want you speak about it. That world would be so dark and empty and you hated thinking about it.

Harry was called to the front desk to fill in some forms for you, since your hands were too cold and shaky to do it for yourself. He accidentally wrote 'Styles' as your second name, before realising his mistake and scribbling it out.

“Shit.” Harry went red in the face and chuckled over his silly mistake. His hand was shaky and you smiled at how he got so flustered over something so simple. You rested your hand on top of his, bringing his attention to you.

“One day.” You told him and he leaned to give you a kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but feel like his lips were a future promise to make sure he wouldn’t have to scribble out his second name the next time it was written next to yours.

The doctor saw you shortly afterwards and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no injections or removal of any blood involved, Harry sticking with you the whole time. Turns out you were suffering from a moderate fever, but the doctor said with good rest it should pass. The doctor had given Harry permission to make a big fuss over you - explaining how he was going to love it and you were going to hate it - and to make sure to come back with even the slightest worsen of the fever. You got given a prescription list of various medications that you'd need to take over the next week or so. After collecting the drugs, you were back in the car on the way home.

"Told you you weren't going to die." Harry smiled, happy to have you still by his side, whilst holding your hand over the gear console.

"Unfortunate for you, I guess."

"Will you shut you, y’bloody nuisance. You know I can't do life without you, Y/N." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tighter to assure you that he's going nowhere.

"Same here." You smile at him and he smirks back at you with his dimple-loving smile.

"You’ll always be it for me, baby." Harry speaks, before you drift back off to sleep.

Happily.

[rendevousz]

niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

-

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

-

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

-

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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@amourtentiaa

[iceprincessviviane]

Whispers in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere) Trilogy - part two. (Previous part, next part)

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, blood, threats, sugestive content, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade is trying to convince and adjust Y/N to new situation and himself. Some time has passed, but troubles are showing.

Author's note: Continuation from part one. Insipration from ACOTAR. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colours are Y/N thoughts.

Three days have passed and Y/N felt better. She was almost lying in bed all day, but she started to fast recovery. All her energy was restored and she could left their room. Technoblade went at adventure in Nether, for some supplies. She slowly went downstairs, hearing the cooking sounds and humming. Of course Phil was standing in the kitchen, preparing something. They both froze for a while. Realization hit her harder, than she expected. He knew... he had to know. Winged man sighed and his shoulders dropped. As he thought, he didn't know what to do.

"I... I noticed that Techno has thing for you, I adviced him conversation or something... when he left two days ago for training I have never expected, that he will come back with you in his arms. I was shocked, afraid and confused." Phil explained slowly.

Y/N bit her lip and hugged herself. He was one of her the most trusted person here, aside with Foolish and Bench Trio.

"Listen, I was with Techno through a lot of shit. He is my friend and I will always be on his side, no matter what. I don't fully support... this kidnapping, but I am still with him." He continued, then took cups of tea and plate with sandwiches. "Hungry?"

Y/N nodded and sat down. He put everything on table and sat too. Everything looked like during her last visit. Phil was living in house in opposite combined with Techno's by bridge.

"So... you won't help me convince him to let me go, right?" She asked with saddness.

"Unfortunetly no. I am not going to be involved in stuff between you and him. But is it that bad? You are not missing anything, Techno is caring about you, here is safe and all the stuff you need." He looked at her.

"I used to be a free person, you know..."

"I am sure, that he will let you go on backyard. On attic, we can set up enchanting place with books and stuff. Sometimes Ranboo is visiting us." Phil was determined to show good sides of current situation.

He didn't want to be manipulative, but for everyone's greater good, was that she had to accept her fate. Technoblade could be rough, when it came to be obedient. He really acted diffrent, since he found his thing for her and now, when Y/N was there, he was calmer and more relaxed. If she would escape, he will for sure track her down and then, everyone which would help, will be in great danger. Technoblade wasn't leaving something behind. Probably whole Smp will be burning. Maybe it was selfish, but Phil didn't want any argues or wars for now. Y/N was eating quietly, thinking about his words. It wasn't that bad for sure. She expected being injured and thrown into cellar or something and actually they didn't even tie her.

"You are being serious with that enchanting place and yard?" She asked quietly.

Phil nodded and smiled to her gently. After eating he took her to the attic, where was some space and shelfes. Immediately her humor improved, they even started to talk about setting up enchanting place. Later this day, Phil left to his house and Y/N was reading on the couch, cover by the blanket, because days here were colder than in main Smp part. Technoblade managed to bring most of her personal stuff here including clothes. She was wearing warm sweater and pants, but still got closer to the fireplace, which was very nice in her opinion. Sun started to go down, she was thinking if Techno will come, Phil said that he sometimes made trips, which lasted days.

Sudden sound of opening door caused her to turned at it's direction. Piglin hybrid stepped inside and smiled to her warm.

"Hi darliIIIAAAAAA!" He screamed and dropped something.

Y/N frowned and stood up. Small ball of fur squeaked and immediately recognized it's owner, it asap ran to her and hid behind her.

"Snowflake!" She screamed and picked up her fox gently, then petted it's head softly.

"It bit me!" Techno growled and sucked his injured finger. "This had to be surprise..."

She sent him warm smile and again sat on the couch. Snowflake snuggle her head into Y/N's chest, she hugged her back.

"Thank you for bringing her here..." She looked at him softly. "It mean a lot to me..."

The Blade smiled proudly and came closer. Fox started to growl, when he approached. Y/N gently petted her.

"It's all right my little one. He isn't that scary as he seems in first take." She smiled at Techno.

After a few minutes small ball of fur calmed and accommodate itself on Y/N's lap and went to sleep. Technoblade quietly sat on couch and looked at them curiously.

"Do you know that I am scary, intimidating and grim huh?" He whispered.

Y/N rolled eyes and looked at him. "Of course I know. I experienced that few days ago."

Silence fell upon them, Technoblade didn't excatly know what to say, this whole situation shloud looked way diffrent, he just didn't predict this whole chase, althought is was fun.

'Make her forget about it.' 'She will understand.' 'Chase was interesting.'

"Phil showed me the attic and mentioned, that there we could make enchanting place. Is that true?" She asked quietly, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yes of course! It's all yours, you can make there your working place." He said and took her hand, then gently rub it with his thumb.

"Really?"

He nodded with honest smile. Y/N hugged him gently, watching out at fox. "Thank you. Also I need a basket and blanket for Snowflake..."

"This isn't a trouble princess."

}*{

Some days passed Y/N was busy with making her workplace. Technoblade helped her, Phil occasionaly showed, but didn't want to interrupt them both. They worked hard with wood, she made enchanting table, because he brought most of her supplies to cottage, being careful and avoided everyone. For now none was looking for her and Techno wished, that this would last the longest, no troubles, no worries, just him and Y/N happy.

Piglin hybrid also brought her notes and books, so Y/N could study again, she was so happy about it, finally could do something useful. When the attic was finally done, she went into their shared bedroom. Deep inside she was still hesitant, when it came to Technoblade, but decided to don't make him angry. Being in tundra wasn't so bad, but also wasn't a paradise. Yes, she was thinking how to get herself from this awkward situation, but hasn't find solution yet.

Immediately Snowflake get up from her basket and sniffed around. Y/N smiled softly, recently her fox was more curious and brave, even tried to play with Techno's fox named Aura.

"Let's go to outside for a while, we both need fresh air."

They went outside, Y/N took a deep breath. Fox immediately jump off and started to run through the snow. She covered herself more by cloak and sit near, watching cute ball of fur playing around. Fresh air let her relaxed more and clean up thoughts. Around were silence, hound was sleeping in special building, sometimes Steve was moving in snow, to find a good position. Around the fence slept more wolfes, guarding the exits. Y/N swallowed slowly, she wasn't able to go through. Unfortunately, Snowflake had another idea, fox fast ran away from yard, jumping in snow and spinning around.

"Snowflake!" Y/N stood up immediately and ran to her. "Come back!"

But little fox puppy didn't want to listen, it ran away even more far. Worrying owner didn't think too much, just found place, where dogs were away and jumped over the fence. One of them woke up and started to bark and howl. Snowflake put her ears back, came back into her owner's arms, curling up. She hugged her tightly.

"Don't do it again, you scared me..." she whispered quietly into it's fur.

Cold wind started to blow and Y/N heard the whole hound howling, it was terrifying. She turned back just to meet Technoblade standing intimidating with sword in his hand.

"Are you trying to escape?" He asked slowly observing her.

"What? No! Snowflake ran away, she got over the fence..." Y/N explained quietly.

"You really think, that I am going to belive in this?" He made one step further, she responed with one step back.

"I am not lying!"

"You better not be lying, because you won't like my punishment, my dear." Technoblade looked deep into her eyes. "If fox is causing troubles, maybe it should disappear?"

Y/N shook her head. "I promise, it won't happen again, please don't hurt her!" She had almost tears in her eyes.

Piglin hybrid nodded slowly and gave her his hand. She took it gently and together came back inside. Silence remained between them, Phil was in his house, busy with books. Y/N took Snowflake upstairs and put in the basket. Fox immediately curled up and went to sleep, she backed into kitchen. Technoblade waited with narrowed eyes, she swallowed hard.

"You broke a rule."

'She wanted to run away from us!' 'She deserve punishment!' 'We won't let her leave the house!'

"I know, but I just wanted to catch Snowflake! You really think, that I would escape without nothing, only in cloak?"

"No, but rule is a rule."

He moved closer, towering at her. Their eyes met, red and y/c. She saw there anger and disbelief, but she didn't do something bad. Technoblade gripped her chin once more, Y/N hissed, when she was forced to look at him.

"Listen Y/N. I really feel diffrent around you, calmer and stable, but that doesn't mean that my true nature disappeared." He said slowly.

"I know, I told you... Snowflake ran away, I just wanted to save her..." a single tear strimmed down at her cheek.

Piglin hybrid moved his hand to wip it out, then cupped her face. Atmosphere changed immediately. Maybe it was warm, which radiated from his body or this gentle touch, but somehow room became hotter. Red crawled at Y/N's cheeks and Technoblade sighed quietly. His thumb has been found on her down lip. Time has frozen, she was looking straight into his eyes, their gaze locked. She grabbed his wirst gently, but he didn't stop.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm admiring. Be quiet."

But when he leaned in and Y/N colsed eyes, pending what will come next, silence distrubed light grunt from the door. They immediately turned heads at this direction. Of course Phil was standing there with awkward face.

"I am assuming, that I am bothering you..."

"Yes." Technoblade's eyes narrowed.

"Of course not. Come in." Y/N said and left Techno's grasp with smile.

}*{

Phil stayed till late hours, they discussed some cases, she left them quite soon, because conversation bored her. Y/N started to work in attic, but when night has fallen, she moved to their bedroom and started to read book. Snowflake laid on her lap, so she could pet it's head slowly. Phil and Techno talked quietly, so it was immpossible to hear anything.

When the door opened, Y/N lifted her sight, piglin hybrid entered into the bedroom. His eyes narrowed, when he spotted cute, little ball of fur, but didn't say anything.

"Talking is over?"

Technoblade nodded and closed the door, she put away book. Snowflake jumped off bed and went straight into her basket, avoiding him at all cost. Y/N sighed quietly and stood up, Techno locked his sight on her posture.

"I am going to take bath. You can go to sleep, if you want."

He blocked her way out, she looked at him with surprise. In one heart beat Technoblade pinned her to the closest wall. Quiet 'welp' left her lips.

"We had a thing, before Phil naughty interrupted us." The Blade whispered with deep voice.

"Did we have?" Y/N asked while looking at him, she tried to act tough.

"Oh yes, we had my dear."

He put left hand on wall near her head and right hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. Their eyes met again, confidence faced uncertainty. His touch was more gentle, that she might expect.

"Let myself be clear. You will have to pay, for today's little bad behaviour."

"Wh-what do you mean?" She suttered.

"Let's say... if you don't want me to throw out this little, annoy ball of fur... you will have to kiss me." Technoblade said with deep voice.

Y/N looked at Snowflake peacefuly sleeping at basket and sighed helplessly.

"Do you promise? And never, ever again will threat her?"

"Yes. I always keep my word."

She nodded slowly, red crawled on her cheeks, cupped his face carefuly, hesitated for a moment. Y/N, closing eyes, gently pressed their lips together, in slow, shy kiss. She had to stand on her tiptoes, to reach Technoblade's lips. His hand moved at her waist and pulled her closer and he kissed her back in more confident way.

Y/N was so sweet and her lips so soft, like they were made for him. Piglin hybrid fast took control of the situation. Hand from her chin slipped on neck, to press their lips closer. Y/N made quiet moan, which caused his blood to boil. He smiled through a kiss.

'So good for us.' 'So sweet, so soft.' 'Don't stop, don't stop!'

Voices went feral, their demands and screamings filled his head, in one smooth move Technoblade grabbed her thighs and lifted Y/N up, without breaking the kiss. Now, she slipped hand into pink hair. He muttered with satisfaction, but then she broke away and opened eyes. The Blade snorted, greedy for touch, contact and pressed lips to her neck, kissing slowly.

"Techno!" Y/N winced and grabbed his shoulders.

"Relax princess." He whispered into her skin softly. "It's part of the punishment."

She blushed even at her ears, when he pressed few more kisses, then broke away too. They looked at each other in silence.

"Well, now I think, that it wasn't a punishment for you at all." Technoblade laughed slighty. She shook head with disbelief and helpless, then looked down.

"Oh, don't be so shy, I mean, I like it, but you don't need to be."

"Are you going to put me down?" Y/N asked with impatience.

"Maybe yes... maybe no." He hid head in her neck's crook.

In fact Technoblade just had to chill a little bit. His blood was still boiling, lips were touch starved and hands didn't want to let her go. After a few deep breaths, he gently put her on the floor.

"Thanks you." Y/N giggled softly.

"Go for this bath." The Blade smiled haughty and kissed her forehead.

She nodded, grabbed night clothes and left bedroom. Technoblade was smiling like idiot, when she went out. Feeling in his chest grew only bigger through days, when she was here. Also he wanted show everyone that Y/N is his and only his, he would bite her shoulder or neck, maybe give her golden jewelry, but for now it was pointless. As long, as she wasn't leaving the basement, all of this could come later. Of course Technoblade desired to mark her, but her shyness and innocence were too adorable and entertainment.

}*{

Next week has passed without any serious problems. Technoblade was always in cottage, Phil sticked around lot, so they could spend time together. Usually, they were talking, pair of friends described Y/N their adventures, Phil was telling of far away lands, and she was always listening witn true amazement. When Techno and Y/N were alone, he usually read her books or they just cuddled on couch. Sometimes she was trying to work on attic, but it was quite hard, since piglin hybrid has become clingy and very touch starved. He stole her few kisses during this week, but they weren't so intense as their first kiss. But since yesterday Technoblade has acted like he was always lost in his thoughts. That was something diffrent, so she noticed quite easily.

Y/N was sitting at the table and watching piglin hybrid carefuly. He was making her cup of tea, but silence reminded between them for too long.

"You are taciturn, since yesterday... something happend?" She asked finally.

He smiled and turned back to her with cup of tea. "You are so caring darling." He put the cup on the table.

"That isn't answer of my question..."

"You don't need to worry about it. Everyone has a quiet days, even me." Technoblade grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, it caused Y/N to smile too. She took a sip.

"It taste better than Phil's?"

"Um... I can't tell the diffrence." Y/N shrugged, it tasted good, tea like tea.

"Great." His smile widened and she felt warning twist in her stomach. Something was odd...

"You... are sure, that everything is all right?"

This time, he didn't even bother to answer. Just looked at her and studied her face. Y/N blinked... but suddenly her eyelids became very heavy. Though she was sleeping today well. Fatigue mastered her body, Y/N groaned quietly and put cup down with loud sound.

"Feeling tired?" Technoblade asked slowly.

She lifted her sight at him with little struggle. His face was stern, but something in his eyes... made her shiver inside.

"What... what did you do?"

"Nothing... nothing at all."

Y/N stood up slowly, but she tripped at first step, needed to support herself by table. He squeezed her hand harder and embrece waist, to hold her. She couldn't push him back, all energy went out, her sight found half full cup of tea...

"You bastard..."

Dark laugh left his lips, he lifted her in bride style, like she was like a feather. Technoblade kissed her forehead reassuring.

"I think, you shloud go to sleep my love."

Then, Y/N started to see blurry and finally lost consciousness. She didn't know how long she has been unconscious, but when she woke up, she has seen their shared bedroom. Then felt cold metal around her wrist. Still little tired and probably under the influence of drugs, Y/N tried to move herself from bed. Chain from her wirst was attached to wall and it was pretty long.

'What the hell happend...?'

Y/N didn't want to believe, that Technoblade drugged her... maybe staying here wasn't the best idea... Door opened with quiet noise, causing her, to look at it's direction. Piglin hybrid went inside with tray full of food. She clenched jaw and looked at him with narrowed eyes. If she could, she would throw at him fireballs again.

"Don't even think to get closer." She hissed quietly. "What is this?" She rose her hand with a handcuff.

Technoblade put a tray on table and sighed. Actually he had all his netherite armor on, sword at his belt, then trident and axe on back. Y/N swallowed hard.

"I am going on adventure with Phil... actually it's for supplies..." The Blade said slowly.

"So you chained me?!"

"I don't want to risk anything darling."

"Take it off." Y/N said totally serious.

"I-"

"Take it off!" Tears started to come up into her eyes.

Technoblade didn't even move slighty. He just watched, when she tugged chain couple of times, then sat helpless on the bed and quiet sob left her lips. He immediately came closer and crouch on her level. Despite her protests, Techno grabbed her hands and rub them gently with thumbs.

"I will be back in three, four days. You have food on table and I brought you new books. Chain can reach bathroom."

"Please take the chain off!"

'Music for our ears.' 'Make her stop crying.' 'We already miss her...'

He kissed her forehead, but then stood up and left her room, closing it on a key. Y/N was too shooked to make any move, she pulled her legs closer to chest and hugged them. Loud sob left her lips this time and tears strimming down at her cheeks freely. Snowflake jumped on the bed and snuggled near, to cheer up it's owner, but without any success.

Y/N just couldn't believe, that Technoblade actually did this. She behaved good all the time, didn't even fight his... sudden whims or whishes. He wasn't exactly as people talk about him, he had feelings, goals and persons which he cared about. He was a person, not a weapon. But this... she called fire at her fingers and grabbed the metal. After a few minutes, it didn't make any effect, but she spotted slight purple light on metal.

Enchantments.

Closing eyes, she focused on chain. After a second she had an answer. Mending and Unbreaking. Y/N cursed aloud, without key or magic, there was no way to open it. She was too weak for casting spells. It was made by Phil for sure, Technoblade didn't know enchanting that good... she curled up on bed, trying to find a way out of this horrible situation.

}*{

Ranboo sighed stepping at outisde stairs in Technoblade's basement. He was here so long ago, at least three weeks ago. Moving into mansion took a lot of time and they had to finish filling the rooms. After this, Eret told Foolish, that Y/N is missing, they immediately went to her home, only to find out it was empty and some things were taken. He helped with searching, because Eret and Foolish stated, that she couldn't just leave without a word. A week of no progress caused them to stop. Ranboo saw the true sadness on demi-god's face and he wished he would help. Tommy and Tubbo missed her too and Michael wanted, that Y/N read his tales. Enderman hybrid sighed once more and stepped inside. Main door wasn't locked, none dared to come here and steal something, maybe except Tommy. He would do that without any hesitation.

He needed blaze rods and some honey, to start bee farm for Tubbo. He was in the middle of searching, when heard suspicious nosie from on top. Ranboo looked at celling unsure. Technoblade and Phil were on trip, he know that, because they met in the Nether once in fortress. He knew only one ghost and he wasn't here for sure... Then he heard quiet whimper and sob. Tall teenager swallowed hard and started to head upstairs. The noises were coming from Techno's bedroom, that was really odd. He tried to open door, but it was locked. Looking around, he spotted the key on the nearest shelf, so took it and open door slowly and quietly.

Ranboo almost dropped everything in his hands, when he saw Y/N on floor, chain around her wrist, eyes full of tears, skin more pale than usually. She immediately looked up, her gaze was full of shock and disbelief.

"Y/N?" He knelt near her, look if there were any injures or wounds.

"Ranboo?" She almost cried this words. "What... what are you doing here?"

"I am getting supplies from Techno... and you? For gods sake, Foolish and Eret were looking for you!"

Tears left her eyes, when she heard this words. None has known what exactly happend... telling whole story wasn't a great idea.

"Why there is a chain on your wirst?"

Y/N bit her down lip and looked at him embarrased. This whole story was an absurd, what if he won't believe her?

"Technoblade..." she whispered quietly.

"Why Techno would do that? And Phil, he wouldn't allow it..."

"But he did!" She screamed, clearly with fear in her voice.

Enderman hybrid was confused, this didn't has sense or logic. He sighed slowly and looked at Y/N, no she wasn't lying, so what was the case? What was going on here?

"Let me help you with this..." He took metal into his hands and tried to break it. After few minutes, he grabbed sword, but still, stubborn chain didn't want to let her go.

"It's enchanted... only key or magic can release me... " Y/N explained quietly. "And if I leave... gods help us... Technoblade will be after me."

"But... why? What did you do?" Ranboo asked without even thinking.

"I don't know! This is madness, I just want to get back to home, but they won't allow me." Y/N started to shake and tears strimmed down at her cheeks.

Ranboo hugged her gently, she was watching out to not water his skin or suit too much. He rubbed Y/N's back gently.

"We will need help... to get you out of this I guess."

"No... Technoblade will be after them... please don't tell anyone!"

"But, what about you?" He seemed worried.

"I don't know... I will try to break out, but I don't know when... just please promise me, that you won't tell anyone!"

Ranboo hesitated for a moment. How will she manage to break herself? And how could he be quiet about it? Eret and Foolish are still sad and hopeful or her returning, Michael every night is asking, where is aunt Y/N.

"Right, I won't... but someone will know, now or later."

Y/N sighed, he had right... someone will eventually step inside Technoblade's house and find her... but now there was no better plan.

"Yes, but at least maybe that won't be my close friend... you shloud go, before they see you."

He again hesitated, but after all, hugged her for goodbye, stood up and left. Also put everything as it was when he came. Still he was torn, because, wanted to help, but didn't want to let down Y/N or betrayed Technoblade's trust. Finally he left closing the door carefuly, lost in thoughts.

}*{

As Technoblade promised, he stepped into house exactly four days after leaving. Inside was silence, he had full backpacks and was tired, Phil went to his part, they both needed rest. After put everything in magazine, he went upstairs and entered his shared bedroom. Y/N was sitting under wall, where chain was attached, room didn't changed at all, some things were moved, but nothing odd.

'We didn't see her for such a long time...' 'We are going to hold her whole day.' 'Can't wait to see her again!'

"I'm finally back princess." He hummed and got closer.

She looked at him and stood up slowly, a little bit shaky, she unsure wrapped arms around his waist and closed her eyes.

"Please, never ever again leave me alone here... please." Quiet whisper left Y/N's lips.

Technoblade smiled satisfactorily, then hugged her back and pressed soft kiss on her forehead.

"Will you be obedient now?" He asked cupping her face in hands and wiped out tears.

Y/N nodded almost immediately, Piglin's hybrid smile widened, well that was better than he has expected. He couldn't complain, more things could be complicated, but for now, he wanted her to calm and be nice as she shloud be.

"Good. Let me help you with this." The Blade took gently her wirst and pulled out small, golden key from his pocket, then opened handcuff. Skin where it was, was violated, red abrasions and scabs, his eyes narrowed.

"I will take care of this don't worry."

Y/N sat on bed and looked as he put away his cape, weapons and grabbed bandages, then cover injuries with it.

"Thanks..." she said after everything was done.

"Now I am going to take off my armor, then maybe bath. If you want... you can go downstairs or help me."

Y/N looked at him with a hesitation. They together started to undo Technoblade's armor, after a while he ended looking at her, when she was patiently helping. It took a moment, netherite armor was heavy and parts were big, but after everything was done The Blade hugged her tightly.

"I missed you sweetheart..." he whispered into her ear. "I'm glad, that we are on good terms now."

Y/N bit her lip, most important thing was, that they couldn't know, that Ranboo was here. This made her anxious, poor boy, wouldn't have chances with Technoblade...

"I missed you too." She smiled gently and pressed shy kiss to his cheek.

Night has fallen quickly, piglin hybrid was napping a lot after bath and Y/N finally could go to the attic or kitchen, so she spent time mostly there. Working and making herself her favourite meal. When she entered the shared bedroom, Technoblade was sitting on bed shirtless and taking care of his sword, he lifted his eyes in her.

"Come in."

Y/N closed door and walked few steps forward, this view reminded her, that actually she had trident with her, when got kidnapped. Where it could be now?

"Technoblade..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

"When we met in forest, I had trident with myself... what happend with it?"

Piglin hybrid stopped and put sword away, then stood up. She swallowed hard, maybe it wasn't a good idea...

"Why do you want to know?"

"Trident is important thing for enchanters... and this was my only one. I also spent a lot of time searching for it and enchanting it..." Y/N said honestly.

"It's safe in the cellar." He got closer to her and smiled gently.

She nodded and let him hug her, then wrapped her arms around his waist. Technoblade placed hand on her neck, kiss was slow and gentle. Piglin hybrid smiled after breaking out. Inside, Y/N sighed with relief, he didn't noticed, that Ranboo was here.

She let her guard down in vain. The Blade's gentle touch fast, became inescapable grasp on her throat, Y/N pupils widened immediately. Tried to pull him out, but that was only a weak try.

"You think, that I am stupid or blind?" He asked, then lifted her up, still holding her throat, air started to go out and didn't come back.

Y/N tried to kick him of, but again that was only a weak try, even when he was tired. She grabbed his wrist and trying to push off his hand, only to take breath.

"After a whole week, you just casualy asking me about your trident huh?" His eyes narrowed looking at her reaction.

'Grip her harder!' 'Make her cry and scream!' 'Show, who is in charge here!'

Voices again went feral, but this time they demanded violence and wildness. His sight almost became red and ears was full of noise.

"Techno!" Y/N whispered quietly, fighting to stay focused.

"Apologize and everything will be all right."

"Please..." Tears started to strimming down at her cheeks, she became weak.

He shook his head. "That's not how you apologize. Just say that you are sorry for being dirty, little girl, forgive me."

"I... am sorry... for being... dirty little girl. Please forgive... me." Words slowly left Y/N' lips.

Technoblade smiled with satisfaction, then just let her go. Y/N' body hit hard the floor, she hissed at sudden pain and looked up at male. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to stay like this, on knees.

"I hate do it to you. I really do. Please promise me, that you will be good, obedient, little girl."

Graps on her chin hardened, Y/N nodded almost immediately. After this, she had enough, hear pounded so fast, eyes full of tears.

"It's late, let's go to sleep princess." He left her chin and went straight into the bed.

She stood up shaky and quietly, then grabbed her night clothes and went into bathroom. When came back, Technoblade is sleeping peacefuly on his side. Y/N without any distrubing noise, snuggled into bed and turned her back at him. She couldn't sleep at all, just laying there and thinking. After today for sure her mind changed and situation seemed to be horrible and without exit.

The mattress sagged under the weight of Technoblade, when he changed his position. She immediately froze, again he put an arm around her waits and his head right behind her's. Y/N swallowed her tears in silence.

}*{

Couple of days have passed and Y/N became much more shy and quiet. Technoblade usually held her around, but when not, she was in attic working or reading books. Piglin hybrid was satisfied with her behavior, showing his affection and caring way.

It was almost an evening, Phil was working on supper, Technoblade and Y/N were sitting on couch, he held her hand and read ancient poem with shinning eyes. Winged man couldn't resist to smile, while was hearing it.

Everything became much calmer. Well it ended, when Ranboo stormed into cottage, heavy breathing, burns on his face from tears and he was in full netherite armor.

"I am sorry! Please forgive me..."

[writtenmarauder]

Once upon a full moon... (Remus X Female!werewolf!reader)

Summary: Everything is better together. Even the worst times of our lives

Warnings: pain, injuries 

Masterlist: here 

My first month in Hogwarts. I transferred here from Ilvermorny, when my mother took a job at the Ministery of magic. It was a wonderful fist month, however nothing lasts forever I guess. Tonight was a full moon. I needed to get out of the castle, or a lot of people would get hurt. Three guys stopped me. This wasn't good. I had seen them in my classes, but names weren't my strong suit.

"Where are you going?" One of them asked. "None of your business. Now move please," I was getting anxious.

The one in the middle was looking at me, trying to read my expression.

"Give us one good reason not to snitch," The third guy smirked.

The moon rose and I was nervously trying to think of something.

"Let her go," The middle one stated.

The others looked surprised at their leader. I gave a polite nod before I hurried past them. I just made it out when I started to shift. This was the worst part. Every single bone in my body breaking, repositioning itself. A scream escaped my lips. I roamed around and found one of my own. He was in pain, something must’ve attacked them. I cautiously walked over and tried to clean the blood from his wounds. He felt safe and limped over to a tree with me. I laid down next to him and protected him. He whimpered in pain and I snuggled closer. I saw the first morning light and transformed back into myself. I drank a potion to stop the immense pain in my bones. The other wolf transformed back. My breath hitched in my throat. He was cute. I helped him up and snuck him into my room. He was bloodied and unconscious so it was more of a challenge than first anticipated. I cleaned his wounds properly. The slender boy groaned and sat up.

"Easy, drink this. My name is Y/n and no I'm not trying to poison you." "Remus."

He looked suspicious.

"It's my own potion, it works like a healing potion." "What happened? How did I end up here?" "I found you," I smiled. "My friends, where are they?" Remus asked nervously. "What do you mean?"

Remus groaned from the pain.

"Drink up. You'll feel better."

He drank it and I could hear a sigh of relief.

"How did you know it would work?" He asked. "I like to have one with me every moon. It's in my necklace." "Excuse me."

I sat down next to him. He sat up and looked into my eyes. I raised my shirt revealing a permanent scar just like he had one on his face. Remus understood and smiled.

"It's nice to know I'm not alone," I blushed "Yeah."

Remus stroked my cheek and his eyes flicked between my eyes and my lips. My door swung open and the three boys from last night came from under a cloak. I jumped up and backed away.

"Remus!" They shouted.

They were worried about him.

"I'm okay, Sirius" He smiled and his eyes connected back to mine. "We were worried sick. After a fight with Buckbeak, you vanished." Sirius whispered in a shout. "Padfoot."

The one that let me past them looked at me and stopped his friend.

"Hi," I smiled shyly. "Hey. Thank you, for taking care of our friend. Human friend." The shyest one smiled nervously.

Sirius facepalmed and sighed. Remus got up. The boys were surprised he was up. Remus held out his hand.

"It's okay they won't bite..." He smiled.

That made me laugh and I took his hand. He brought me closer to the others.

"Y/N, this is James, Sirius and Peter. Guys, this is Y/n she helped me."

James smiled and pulled me in a hug.

"Careful." "Sorry."

James backed up and held his friend close. Sirius did the same but more careful.

"Thank you. You have no idea how grateful we are." James said. "Remus is lucky with friends like you guys."

I blushed when I looked at him.

"Right to class we go," James said. "Mooney I'll give you my notes." "Thank you Wormtail, but I feel fine. I'll be going to class."

Sirius frowned.

"What? Your bones usually make it unable to walk." James whispered. "Oh, they will again in 8 hours," I sighed not looking forward to it.

Sirius pulled out his wand. I backed away. Remus put himself between me and Sirius.

"Padfoot. She's helping me." "What did she give you?" "Over the years that I've been the way I am, I've been trying to stop the pain. This is the closest I've gotten." "It's great. I can at least follow classes now." "Want to meet up here after classes? It's quite isolated."

Remus smiled and nodded.

"Great!" I smiled.

The other boys looked at each other. Remus pushed them out the door. I changed into my school uniform. I walked into class. Remus patted the spot next to him. I happily sit next to him. I absolutely loved everything magic so I was quite fast picking things up. Remus was staring.

"What?" "Nothing," He blushed, "You're just amazing."

Now it was my turn to blush. Remus and I walked behind his friends. I was giggling at a story Remus was telling. He was so passionate about books. Suddenly Sirius stopped. I almost bumped into him.

"Sorry, but did I miss something here?" "Sirius drop it." James tried. "No, She obviously likes, Mooney. How? Why? What?" "Why do you sound so surprised?" I asked stepping closer to Sirius.

A low growl escaped my throat. Remus pulled me into a hug. I calmed down. Sirius was taken back by that.

"I didn't mean any offence. Mooney is great. He's perfect, but so soon, you met when yesterday? Like I feel like we skipped a few steps here." "Padfoot." "No, Prongs this is Mooney we're talking about. He needs to be protected from pain."

I softened and relaxed. The other boys understood it too.

"I'm not going to hurt him." "How do I know you're not lying." "You don't, but you'll have to trust me."

Sirius sighed and looked to his friends.

"Padfoot, she saved his life. We couldn't find him."

I looked at Remus. He nodded.

"As you may or may not have pieced together... I am one too," I said, "I found Remus when he was hurt and I protected him, not consciously but . When I woke up I took him to my room, I didn't know who knew."

Sirius smiled.

"Okay I'm going to trust you, but hurt my best friend and I'll end your life." "Don't worry."

Remus smiled widely and leaned in for a kiss. Out of nowhere my bones started to hurt and I let out a whimper of pain. I pushed away from Remus and tried to find a bench. Remus supported me. I tried to take the flask from my necklace, but it wasn't there.

"No." "I've got you, I'll bring you to your room." Remus hushed

Remus brought me to my room and was worried. I groaned.

"I'm here." He hushed. "Why is this happening to you and not Mooney?" Sirius asked worried. "I drank it when the sun came up. Rem drank it an hour or two later." "Can't you drink it again?" James asked. "No, I need to save what I have. I don't have much left. Rem might need it more than I do."

Remus stroked my cheek.

"No don't do that." "I can take it."

Remus sighed and nodded.

"Thank you." "You're never alone in this." "And you won't ever have to be," Sirius smiled.

Remus and I looked up. The trio standing at the end of the bed.

"You're one of us now." James smiled. "Cover us for transfiguration?" "Don't do something Sirius wouldn't." Peter smiled.

James pushed the boys out. He knew what Remus meant by it.

"Thank you," I smiled. "How are you feeling?" "Right now? In a lot of pain, but also happy." "Yeah?" "Yes."

Remus carefully leaned down and our lips finally connected. It was magical, like all the pain in my body didn't matter. Just him. Remus pulled back for air and I made room for him.

"Stay?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. He carefully pulled me closer.

"I'm happy you're here with me." "I couldn't be happier."

This moment was perfect. Yeah after a while we both had to deal with the soreness of our bones but for the first time ever we were not alone.

[homoose]

Quick Learner, Slow Lover: Part II

Summary: Literally just a 40 Year Old Virgin AU. This time, reader shows Spencer a whole new world of possibilities. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: smut, 18 + (minors DNI)

Warnings/Includes: oral (both receiving), fingering, I think that’s it actually

Word count: 4.3k

a/n: Huge thanks to all the babies on my sideblog @softspence for helping with the inspiration for this one, and @gubetube​ for being my beta! ♥️ virgin!Spence is near and dear to my heart.

Series Masterlist

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After their first escapade, Spencer was called away on a case in southern California. A week into the BAU’s investigation in the desert didn’t have them any closer to solving it, and the team retreated to their respective hotel rooms for a few hours of rest. The second his head hit the pillow, Spencer’s phone was out and dialing. 

She picked up on the third ring, stifling a yawn. “Hi.”

“Hi. Sorry it’s so late,” he apologized. 

“It’s okay.” He could hear her snuggling down under the covers. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” He brought one of the hotel pillows closer, cuddling up against it and letting out a sigh. “I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant around the corner from you when I get back to DC.”

“Mmm, yeah, that sounds nice,” she agreed. He heard her sigh a little into the phone, then she continued, “We could also, um— try some more things.”

His head was constantly full of their first night together, and he basically had not stopped thinking about more things since he’d come in his pants on the couch. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Good, because the possibilities are endless, Dr. Reid.”

He let his eyes close, let a smile play over his features, and let his mind relax for a second… and then his eyes were shooting open, and his brain was on overdrive, running through the pieces of the case in rapid succession. “I— I think I just figured something out. I— I have to go. I’ll— can I call you later?”

She laughed a little on the other end. “Go save some lives, Spence.”

The team stumbled off the jet less than 24 hours later, exhausted but more than satisfied with the outcome of the case— in large part thanks to Spencer’s late night epiphany. 

“O’Keefe’s for a round?” Luke asked. “First one’s on me.”

There were murmurs of agreement from everyone... except Spencer. “Sorry, guys— rain check,” he called, already halfway across the bullpen and pulling on his jacket. He was through the double doors before anyone could ask any questions. 

He loved the team, and he’d come to enjoy nights out with them, but right now he had more pressing matters to deal with. As he navigated the darkened streets of DC, he considered the predicament he’d found himself in. They were going on two months of official dating, but they’d been sort of seeing each other for nearly a month before that. 

Even before he’d met her, Penelope had gushed about her constantly— a wonderful friend that she’d made through her new job, kind and smart and funny and lovely. What Penelope hadn’t mentioned was how beautiful she was— and he’d subsequently made a fool of himself when they first met: staring and stumbling over his words. 

She hadn’t seemed to mind, and over the course of the evening, she’d proven to be every bit as lovely as Penelope had described, and then some. 

He pulled up outside her apartment, shutting the door and hauling himself and his go-bag out of the car and up the sidewalk. He ran a slightly self conscious hand over his hair, checked his appearance in the glass of the foyer door, and then buzzed her apartment. 

She buzzed him in, and he took the stairs two at a time, rounding the landing just to see her opening the door. The second he dropped his bag, he was wrapping her up in a hug and knocking the breath out of her. She expelled the air into his shoulder and then laughed as he clung to her.

“Well, hello to you, too,” she teased. 

“I missed you,” he murmured, too content to be embarrassed.

Her arms came around him, and she squeezed him tight in response. “I missed you, too.” She held onto him for a moment longer before pulling back. “You must be exhausted. Are you hungry?”

Almost as if on cue, his stomach growled loud enough for them both to hear it. She cackled at his sheepish smile. “Chinese, Indian, or pizza?”

…

An hour later, they were two slices deep and cuddled together on the couch at the end of an episode of Dr. Who. She was tucked under his arm, her warm palm low on his tummy, her thumb rubbing a slow, repetitive path. As the credits rolled, she lifted her head to smile at him. “Tired?”

“A little.” His brain couldn’t focus on anything other than the warmth of her body pressed up against him, her hand so close to where he was desperate for her. He wanted her, but he didn’t know how to ask. “We can… try some things, though,” he decided on.

She brushed his hair back and met his eyes. “We don’t have to. Just because we did, doesn’t mean we’re obligated to every time we’re together.” She tilted her head. “You know that, right?”

He could feel the flush flooding his cheeks immediately, and he dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. “Yeah, of course.” Of course she didn’t want to do anything more with him. He was probably terrible at it before, and she just didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He shifted to stand from the couch, gathering up their plates and turning to bring them to the kitchen, desperate for a minute to collect himself. 

He could feel her eyes on him. “Spence?” He set the plates in the sink, taking a deep breath and then turning to see that she’d followed him. She pressed her lips together, considering him with kind eyes. “You wanna let me in on whatever it is you’re thinking?”

He hesitated, tapping his fingers on the tops of his thighs, before deciding he should just come out with it. “I know I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to… sex.” The last part came out in a low murmur— it seemed lewd to discuss this in the middle of her kitchen. “I’m sorry it wasn’t very good for you, and I’m not exactly sure how to fix that, but—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she chuckled. “Slow your roll. When did I ever say it wasn’t good for me?”

The memory of her— in his lap, her head thrown back, his fingers on her, his name falling from her lips— was suddenly on repeat in his mind. “I, um— I guess you didn’t.” 

“I definitely didn’t,” she confirmed, stepping a little closer. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about it… a lot.”

His eyebrows shot into his hairline. “You have?”

“Mmhmm.” She brought her hand back to his tummy, just above his waistband, then ran it up the line of buttons on his shirt, stopping just above his heart. She met his gaze with soft eyes. “I just didn’t want you to think that— that sex is all I want to do with you. Or that you have to rush to make me happy. And it’s important that you know that if you’re tired, or overwhelmed, or just not in the mood, I don’t— you know, expect you to have sex with me.” 

His heart leapt into his throat at the way she curled her fingers in his collar, the way she smiled quietly while he collected his thoughts, the way she gave him grace and space to consider his wants and needs. He was dangerously in love already, and he wasn’t sure quite how to say it without being the stupid virgin who fell in love with the first person he slept with. 

And even with all of these thoughts of content and love and uncertainty swirling through his brain… he still really wanted to fuck her. 

“I’m not that tired,” he breathed. 

Her smile turned mischievous, and he swallowed audibly. “Well, then. We can start working through those possibilities?”

He was on her before she even finished the question, his mouth hot and hungry, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands on her waist and steering her toward her bedroom. She grinned as he trailed kisses down her throat and then where her t-shirt cut low along her collarbone. She turned them as they made it to the bed and pushed him to sit, breaking his mouth away from where it had been sucking a pretty pink mark. 

She dropped to her knees and ran a firm hand over his cock through his trousers. He was wholly and completely unprepared for the sight of her looking up at him from in between his legs, and he momentarily forgot any and all plans he’d had. She paused to push her hair back out of her face, and he came to his senses. 

“Wait.” She looked up at him, slightly confused. “I wanted to, um—” 

When he didn’t continue, she tilted her head with an encouraging smile. “You wanted to what?”

“I wanted to, um— eat you out,” he said, and he could feel the flush in his ears. “Before. Because I get kind of sleepy after I come, and I— well, I can already tell I’m not gonna last long once you start, um…”

“Blowing you?” she prompted, and now she was just teasing him. 

“Y-yeah.” He ran a nervous hand down his neck. “Is that okay?”

She stood up and stepped closer into his space, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his head back slightly. “Well, that depends. Did you read up on the literature?”

He returned her teasing smile, already more at ease. “You know I did.”

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before stepping back to pull her shirt up over her head. She smirked at the way his eyes went wide and traveled over her form. His mouth dropped open as he tracked her hands, running down over her bare chest, her torso, and then to the waistband of her sweatpants. She pushed the pants down over her hips and let them pool at her feet, stepping out and back in between his legs. “So, what did the experts say?”

He swallowed audibly as she brought his hands to her chest. “Well, um,” he started, palms cupping her breasts. “Um, firstly— start slow. And vary— vary your attention,” he said, squeezing them lightly and brushing his thumbs over her hardened nipples. 

He looked up at her face for guidance, and she smiled. “Then by all means— give me all the attention.”

He leaned forward immediately, tongue and teeth sucking and grazing and nipping at the soft skin of her breasts. He alternated between the two, drew each nipple into his mouth and moaned a little around them at the way she gasped when his teeth dragged on her skin. Her hands found purchase in his curls, tangling and tugging and holding him against her. He brought a hand down to her waist and pulled her in closer, slid his palm over her lace-covered ass and dug his fingers in, eliciting a very pretty sound from her throat. 

He pressed his mouth once more to the valley in between her breasts, then stood and brought his hands to her face, leaning down to meet her in a soft kiss. He turned to have her sit back on the bed, and she stretched out over the pillows and pulled him down over her. He kissed her again, and then dragged his mouth down the column of her throat. 

“Secondly,” he continued, “work your way down.” He did just that, his lips and tongue drawing out goosebumps and shivers as he moved down her body. When he reached the waistband of her underwear, he hooked his fingers into it, and she lifted her hips to allow him to pull them down her legs. 

He started a path back up her legs, kissing her ankles, her shins, her knees. He ghosted his fingers over her thigh, silently asking for permission to continue. She let her legs fall open, and he made himself comfortable in between them. The reality hit him then— that as she opened her legs, she also opened herself up to him— all the most vulnerable and precious parts of her. His breath caught in his throat as he found her gaze on him, soft and sweet and steady. 

He turned his head to kiss a path along her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her center. He fanned his warm breath over her, and then he licked carefully around the hood of her clit, gentle at first. He flattened his tongue on either side of it, then pointed it to flick across once, twice, three times. Her hand immediately came down to tangle in his hair, and her hips twitched as he dragged his tongue flat over it. 

“I don’t really understand the phenomenon of men being unable to find the clitoris,” he remarked, and then closed his mouth around it. 

She let out a long, low moan when he sucked it between his lips, and her grip on his hair tightened. He alternated the suction with the swirl of his tongue around the hood, and she squirmed against the bed. He laid his forearm low across her hips to keep her still, and then he brought his thumb up to swipe at her entrance, and he moaned around her at the feel. 

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he breathed. He brought his thumb, slick with her arousal, up to her clit and rubbed firm circles over it. “How’s that for pressure? Too hard?”

“N-no, oh— Spence, oh my god,” she whined.

“Do you prefer to rub side to side or in a circle?” He demonstrated each option, and she choked out his name again. 

She drew in a shaky inhale, exhaled out, “Both, both, both.” 

He sucked an open mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, then looked up to see her staring at him. “Do you like penetration? Or just clitoral stimulation?” he asked, stroking his thumb side to side over her clit. 

She huffed out a breath. “You— god, you can finger me.”

He popped his index finger into his mouth, slicking it with spit and thinking of everything he’d read about it. He teased the pad of his finger around her slit, gathering up the wetness that had spilled out of her. “I’ll start with one? Make sure it’s slicked up, and then you can tell me if you’d like me to add another?” 

She hummed in agreement, and he began to press inside of her. She took his finger easily, and he dropped his forehead to her thigh. “God, you’re— you’re so tight.” He withdrew his finger and then slipped it back in, groaning at the slickness. “Can you, um— can you tell me if this is— is this doing anything for you?” He probed gently, searching for the spot inside her that he knew might actually be difficult to find. 

“Um— up, up,” she gasped. “Like, curl it up toward the ceiling and then sort of dra-a-a-g, oh, oh, oh.”

He followed her directions, curling his finger up and dragging it on the out stroke, and she was throwing her head back with a moan of his name. He repeated the motion over and over and then brought his mouth back to her clit. Both her hands came down to yank at his hair, and he groaned, causing her hips to jerk against his mouth. 

“M-more, Spence, more, so close,” she whined. 

When he withdrew his finger, he slipped a second one in beside it and then continued the curl-drag-thrust pattern while sucking and swirling his tongue around her clit. Her moans increased in frequency and volume, and he felt her squeeze impossibly tight around his fingers. He rutted into the bed as her grip on his hair held him still against her clit as she came. 

She let out a final gasp of his name, and then she relaxed around him and her grip on his hair went slack. He slipped his fingers out of her, stared at them in relative awe as they glistened with her come. He sucked them into his mouth to clean them off, relatively surprised by how much he enjoyed the taste. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her, cleaning her up and savoring the way she lingered in his mouth. 

“Shit, Spence,” she mumbled, grasping at his shoulder. “C’mere.”

He lifted his head and wiped his forearm across his chin. He watched her eyes go a little wide, and then she was dragging him up her body and crashing their mouths together. “You are so fucking hot,” she whispered. “I cannot believe you’ve never done that before. Such a good listener, baby.”

His hips canted forward desperately at the praise, and she sighed happily against his mouth. “Wanna blow you.” 

She pushed gently at his chest and he sat back to let her up. She slid off the bed and tugged on his hand to move him to sit with his legs off the side. “Can we take some things off?” she asked, gesturing to his fully clothed form. 

He nodded, and she popped the button on his trousers while he started on the button up. They made quick work of both, and she dragged his pants and underwear down in one motion. He shrugged out of his shirt and she took a step back to take him in. 

“You’re so pretty, Spence.” She dragged her finger up from his knee, over his thigh, the trail of hair on his tummy, his chest, his throat— her eyes tracking the motion. He watched her face as she did so, the way her pupils dilated with lust and her tongue came out to wet her lips. She finally settled on his face, smiling and leaning forward to press her lips to his. 

When she broke the kiss, she brought both hands up to cradle his face. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. If anything doesn’t feel good, just say so. You can put your hands on my head, pull my hair, whatever you like. If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

“Okay,” he rasped. 

She kissed him again, and then dropped to her knees and took him in hand. The vision of her— naked, post-orgasm, looking up at him with his cock poised at her mouth— was so absolutely and gloriously filthy that he almost came on the spot. 

“You’re so big, Spence.” The wonderment seeped into her voice, and he couldn’t help but swell a little with pride. Her warm palm stroked over him, root to tip, and he fisted his hands in the duvet. “What was step one again?” she asked. 

“Um. S-start slow,” he recalled. 

She hummed in agreement, and then trailed the fingers of her free hand over the inside of his thigh. She turned her mouth to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to the other, slowly inching up closer to where she held him in her hand. 

“Your skin is soft,” she murmured. Her nose brushing against the crease of this thigh. She switched sides, moved his cock into her other hand to trail her fingers over where her mouth had been. She sucked a mark into his thigh and then dragged her tongue over it, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

And then she shifted back to the center, flattened her tongue, and ran it up the vein on the underside of his cock. “Oh my god,” he whispered. 

She huffed out a laugh and the way her warm breath cooled the trail of spit she’d left had him shivering. “God, this is gonna be so fun,” she murmured. 

She held his cock up straight with one hand and repeated the motion of her tongue twice more, and then pressed a kiss to the tip. She held her tongue out flat and rubbed it along the underside of the head, running it along the divide between the tip and the shaft. And then she closed her mouth around the head and swirled her tongue around it, and his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sheets, and then he felt her free hand tug at his fist. He opened his eyes as she guided his fingers into her hair. She locked eyes with him and then sucked gently on the tip of his cock. He fisted his hand and tugged, and she closed her eyes and moaned around him. 

The vibration of her voice had his hips thrusting forward a little into her mouth, and she pulled back with a grin. He couldn’t even form the words to apologize before she was licking down his shaft and murmuring, “Mm, and vary the attention, right?”

With that, she laved her tongue over his balls, slicking them up with her spit. He realized he’d been holding his breath, sucking in a gasp as she sucked one of them into her mouth. She hummed around it and then let it out with a soft pop, moving to draw the other one in. He hadn’t even considered that he would enjoy having his balls in her mouth, but now that they were there he knew he’d literally never stop thinking about it. 

She pulled back to take a breath, bringing a hand up to cup and massage his balls and stroke over his length at the same time. “Step two?” she prompted, looking up at him from in between his legs. 

“Work your way down,” he reminded her, petting over her hair in awe. 

“Ah, yes.” She brought her mouth back to the tip, sticking out her tongue and rubbing it along the sensitive spot just under the head. She kept her mouth open and held him in hand, alternating between wet kisses and swirling her tongue. And then she sucked it into her mouth, still moving her tongue back and forth as she started to sink further down his length. 

In his mind, he was singing her praises from the metaphorical rooftops, but in reality, her mouth was so hot and wet that all he could do was stare stupidly at the way his cock disappeared between her lips. She continued to massage his slick balls in her free hand as she took him in, inch by inch. Each time she pulled back to suckle the head, she stroked the circle of her other hand over the spit-covered length of him. 

On the next pass down, he felt the head of his cock press into the back of her throat, and his hands shot to her hair, holding tight. “Holy shit, Y/N, I—” he choked on the rest of the sentence as she took him an inch further, then simultaneously sucked and pulled back to the tip.

She tapped the tip of his cock to her spit-slick smile, kissing it teasingly. “Do you wanna tell me what to do?”

“M-more of that,” he begged, watching as she dragged her lips down the side of his cock. 

She chuckled, and the way it buzzed against the side of his cock had him short of breath. “Yeah— I thought you’d like that.” She pumped his length with her hand and then held her tongue out flat, bobbing her head until he hit the back of her throat. 

When she pulled back, he watched a trail of spit drip down her chin, and felt his cock twitch at the idea of her quite literally drooling over him. He barely resisted the urge to pinch his thigh, not willing to wake himself up if this was actually a dream. He brought a hand to her chin and used his thumb to gather the spit, and then brought it up to suck it into his mouth. 

Her mouth dropped open as she watched him swallow, and he briefly began to panic, but then she was surging upward to slot her mouth over his in a hot kiss. “How is everything you do so fucking hot?” she murmured against his lips. 

“I could say the same for you,” he countered, kissing her again. 

“I want you to come in my mouth, okay?” she asked. 

He nodded vigorously. “Shit, yeah, yeah.”

“Don’t hold back,” she demanded, and then she was dropping back down to take him in again. 

She left her mouth open, tongue laid flat, and took him into her throat— once, twice, three times. She choked around him and then pulled back to take a breath. She repeated this pattern again, and again, occasionally sucking on the head or even grazing her teeth just so. Spencer held her head between his hands, staring down at her with reverence. He couldn’t stop the litany of praise falling from his lips— mostly just gasps and moans of her name, but occasionally he found the mental capacity for so beautiful, or perfect mouth, or so good, baby. 

He could feel his orgasm drawing closer with every press into her throat, so incredibly tight that it was dizzying. She pulled all the way off to jerk his cock, a tight circle of her fingers gliding along his length with a squelching sound. She squeezed the base of him, dropped her hand to tug at his balls, and sunk her mouth down his length, holding him in her throat and swallowing, moaning low and long around him. 

She looked up at him then, and it was that which finally brought him over the edge— not that she was on her knees with his cock in her throat, but that she didn’t look away as he came undone. The fact that she was paying such close attention to him coupled with the trust and vulnerability required for this moment was too much to handle. His orgasm hit him like a train, his toes curling and fingers twitching in her hair as he came. She continued swallowing around him, and he fought to keep his eyes open, not willing to miss a single second of this moment. 

When he was finished, she slowly drew back, sucking gently along his softening length and pressing a kiss to the head. He did close his eyes then, cradling her head in his hands and rubbing his thumbs along her cheeks. She used his thighs as leverage to pull herself up, and he heard her suck in a sharp breath. His eyes shot open to see her rubbing at her knees— red and a little raw. 

“I’m sorry, I should have— I could have gotten you a pillow.” He pulled her closer and replaced her hands with his own, soothing the marks. 

She laughed and brushed a reassuring hand over his hair. “Occupational hazard.”

The scratchy rasp of her voice had his cock twitching. “I know I don’t have anything to compare it to, but you’re unbelievably good at that.”

She brought her hands to his face, tilting it up to meet his eyes. “You’re not the only one who reads the literature.” 

Her even tone and steady gaze proved she wasn’t teasing or mocking, and he fell just a little bit deeper in love. He met her halfway in a kiss that was infinitely and luminously sweet and wondered just what in the world he was going to do about that.

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Space Heater - Theo Raeken

a/n: this was supposed to be a small fic about playing with theo’s hair, but it turned into more.

*gif is not mine, credits go to the owner*

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“God, it feels so good to shower,” Theo sighs as he walks into your room. You smile and admire his exhausted figure. You found out he was practically homeless after being brought back from the ground, so you invited him to stay with you.

The two of you had never been really close, but you were the one to convince the pack to bring him back, hearing his cries of pain and cries for help. As much as you didn’t think he was a good guy, you could tell he regretted what he did. And the fact that he didn’t ask any of the pack if he could stay with them proved he was back to help and not take advantage.

“Yeah, you look a lot more comfortable.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair.

“My hair was getting so greasy and gross, it feels so much better. And I don’t have to rely on cologne anymore.”

“Yeah, I think everyone is thankful for that,” you giggle. Theo smiles and stands in your room awkwardly.

“Oh, uh, I came in to ask if you have an extra pillow? I would use mine but it’s kind of flat.” You nod and stand up, walking with him to the hall closet to give him one.

“If you need anything else, just let me know,” you tell him.

Before you can walk into your room, he grabs your hand gently and gives you a thankful smile.

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here. I know bringing me into your home probably isn’t what you wanted, but I am really grateful you were willing to.” His voice is soft and serious, and in that moment, all of your thoughts and assumptions about him went out the window.

“Of course, Theo. you’re still human, er, well…” you both share a laugh at your slight misstep, but he understands.

“You deserve a roof over your head, a shower, a warm bed, and food. I wasn’t going to keep you from that if I have the room for you.” He starts to respond, but opts to remain quiet.

Instead, he just silently backs into his room and shuts the door. You do the same, hopping into bed after a long day and falling asleep quickly.

Around 2:15 in the morning, you were awoken by wind against the house, then the incoming rain, thunder, and lightning followed. Seeing as you couldn’t get back to sleep after ten minutes, you head downstairs to get a glass of water.

As you were walking through the kitchen threshold, you bump into Theo.

“Oh, sorry,” you gasp, knocking into his chest. He grins and shakes his head.

“Are you alright?” You wonder. He glances down at his water.

“Uh, just came down to get a drink.” You could tell he was lying, and in this moment, you wished you could hear heartbeats. His slightly shaky hands and ragged breathing gave everything away.

“Hang on a moment. Let me get some water for myself and then let’s head upstairs.” He nods and stands there, watching you move around the kitchen swiftly. When your glass is full, you motion for him to follow you upstairs.

He is about to go back into his room, but you catch his wrist and nod your head in the direction of yours. You turn the light on just to make it a little warmer and brighter to contrast the storm outside.

“Come here,” you whisper, crawling into bed. Theo hesitates for a moment, but when a particularly loud gust of wind shakes the house, he is quick to join you, but still keeping his space.

“Did the storm wake you up?” You ask.

“Yeah. Usually I'm not phased by them, but when I was underground, they...they w-were, uh…”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to continue.” He inhales and exhales deeply.

“What's your favorite letter in the word monday?” You randomly ask. Theo is slightly taken aback by the odd question. He laughs a little, feeling the anxiety fade away a little.

“My favorite letter in the word monday?”

“Yeah. Like my favorite is the ‘y’ because it ends the word and just gives it a nice little ring.” He is silent for a moment, thinking over it probably too much.

“I’d say the ‘o’. It’s not the first, but it is an important letter.” He pauses. “What’s with the weird ass question?”

“I just figured you needed something to take your mind off of things. So why not throw an incredibly random and nonsense question at you.”

“Well thank you. It definitely helped and I thought too much about that question. And now I’m going to be thinking about what my favorite letter in every word is.” You giggle and rest your hand on his bicep.

You both were laying on your sides, facing one another. He stares right at you, his mind racing.

“You know, you’re the last person I expected to help me come back,” he whispers. “I always thought you hated me.”

“I did,” you admit. “But hearing your painful screams and cries for help, I could tell you changed. I had a feeling that you’ve changed as a person.”

“I have. And I can’t thank you enough for convincing everyone to bring me back.” Suddenly, a loud boom of thunder roars in the sky after a bright flash of lightning. The lights in your room flicker then turn off completely.

“Was that the power?” He wonders, sitting up.

“Yeah, I think so,” you sigh. Theo falls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were cute,” he murmurs after a few minutes. “But Stiles warned me to not get close to you.”

You giggle and gaze up at him, admiring his features that were illuminated by the streetlight shining through your window.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing. If I were to ever get close to you, he would disown me as a friend. When I told him that I thought you were cute as well, he flipped.”

“Has he always been so protective of you?”

“Yeah, since we all got involved with the supernatural world. He said he didn’t want to see me go through what Scott went through, that he can’t lose another friend.”

“I never wanted to see you hurt either. You were the only person I truly cared for since we met. And I know you hated me, and I understand that. But now, I want you to know that I’ve always had feelings for you.” A smile slowly appears on your lips and you scoot closer to him.

Theo follows you and goes back to laying on his side, but he cuddles extremely close to you, his face falling into your neck. You are confused and a little bit surprised at his sudden action. To make things more comfortable, you turn into your back and Theo cuddles up beside you.

“You’re like a space heater,” you whisper, throwing the cover around your bodies to trap the heat in. Since the power went out, it was starting to get chillier in the room, so having him close to you was great.

“One good thing about being a chimera. Unlimited body heat.”

He peppers gentle kisses to your skin, making your face heat up at the feel of it. Absentmindedly, your hand behind his back comes up to play with his long hair. You thread your fingers through it, the silky strands falling between your digits.

“Damn, your hair really is soft,” you tell him. He chuckles and lifts his head to kiss your cheek.

“It’s a good thing I washed it then because it was not so soft before.” You giggle and turn on your side again, snuggling into his chest for even more warmth. He takes this hint and wraps his arms around your body.

But since you couldn’t help yourself, you sneak your hand back up to his hair and mess with it lazily. Theo smiles and closes his eyes, content with the current situation.

“Would you like to lay on my chest to play with my hair instead?” He offers. “In a more comfortable position.”

“No, I’m pretty comfortable and much warmer here,” you respond. Theo laughs and shakes his head, readjusting himself just a little to match your position. His arms were still wrapped around your waist, and his face was now buried in your hair.

“So, are you going to be gone in the morning, or are you planning on staying?” You ask him hesitantly. Theo kisses your head a couple times and pulls back a little to look down at you.

“I was hoping I could stay and we could, maybe, get to know each other better? Maybe I could show you that I’m not entirely the worst person.”

“I was hoping you would stay, honestly,” you chuckle. “And no need to show me. It’s the reason I convinced everyone to bring you back.” Theo grins and nods, reaching between you to hold your hands.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “I know I’ve said it a lot, but seriously. It means so much to me.”

“Of course, Theo,” you whisper back, stroking his cheek.

His eyes dart between your eyes and lips, and you take the hint right away. You reach up and kiss him as soft as ever, but he takes it into his own hands to deepen it slightly.

It lasts for a few seconds, longer than you expected, but you didn’t mind. When Theo pulls away, you catch your breath for a moment before kissing him again. You’ve imagined this moment since you first met him, back when he first arrived in Beacon Hills for senior year.

You break the kiss to yawn, exhaustion taking over you.

“Should I go back to my room and let you sleep?” He wonders. You shake your head and before he can get up, you tug his arm to make him stay.

“The power is still out, and I need my space heater,” you shyly say.

“Alright, I guess I can stay,” he jokingly responds. He had no intentions to leave nor did he want to, so he was really hoping you would make him stay. Which you did.

“Is that all you see me as now? A space heater?” He asks. You giggle in response and snuggle into his chest.

“No. You’re a pretty great cuddles as well.”

[sserpente]

A/N: Requests from three anons. Naughty, naughtier, naughtiest. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2426 Warnings: shameless Christmas smut

Additional NSFW warnings: dom!Loki, usage of anal sex toy, orgasm control, forced orgasm(s)

-

Feeling all warm and fuzzy, you snuggled in closer to your mischievous boyfriend. After three weeks of persistent persuasion, you had finally talked Loki into watching Christmas movies with you and to be quite frank, you were convinced he secretly enjoyed them.

A comedy was on tonight, of a young couple suffering from the usual pre-Christmas stress including eccentric in-laws and turkeys burnt to a cinder. You had been giggling throughout, knowing very well it was a rather accurate representation of how chaotic Christmas could be. In fact, you could hardly wait for this year, given it would be Loki’s and your first time celebrating it together as a couple.

“I recall you telling me that those sex scenes in films are staged unless you watch a… what was it?”

“Porn movie?”

“Yes. I must admit, she is terrible at staging it.” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“She is doing it on purpose. She is faking her orgasm.” You explained, staring at the screen. The male protagonist was wearing a Santa hat and a fake white beard—nothing else. He had surprised his girlfriend who had just gotten home from a long and exhausting day at work and even though she appreciated it, she was just too tired for sex.

“Why in the nine would she do that? That is rather pathetic for the male part.”

You blushed. You too had faked your orgasms sometimes when you were in bed with Loki.

“Um… well… she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. You know women take longer to get there and sometimes… they’re just too tired or not in the right mind set.” You yawned. “Much like today.” You added.

Loki paused the movie with but a wave of his hand and turned to face, looking you dead in the eye. “Are you implying something?” Oh, shit… you had a feeling this would bruise his godly ego.

“I… I-I only did it a few times. Once or twice. Okay, maybe a little bit more often than that. B-but that doesn’t mean I don’t ever—“

“You are what?” He bellowed. There we go.

“Loki! Listen to me, you are the most mind-blowing lover I’ve ever had. It’s like I just said, sometimes I’m too tired or have so much going on at work that I can’t let go… it’s got nothing to do with you!” You insisted.

“That is unacceptable.” He said after an uncomfortable break.

“W-what does that mean?”

Loki gave you a meaningful look. His tone was downright spiteful when he spoke again. “Let’s just finish the movie, shall we?”

You were a little surprised he let you cuddle with him again but you couldn’t focus on the film anymore anyway.

“Are you… mad at me?” You chirped after a while, your cheek against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

“No. I am not.” You were not convinced. He was up to something.

-

The next morning started all but merry. You woke Loki with a few wet kisses, quietly singing O Christmas Tree to elicit a response.

Loki groaned, a smile playing on his lips. He didn’t need a lot of sleep but he truly didn’t like being woken up by anyone but his own body when it deemed him rested enough.

You giggled, his raven hair tickling your skin. You barely made it out of bed to open the very last door of your advent calendar and then moved to get dressed. As usual, Loki was a lot faster, simply magicking clothes onto his body without so much as blinking.

You were late. The Avengers were probably already waiting for you in the living room where Tony had put up a massive Christmas tree. And massive it was—it stood almost twenty feet high, about six metres, as far as you were concerned, and the billionaire had had to use his suit to hang up all the baubles and ornaments as well as the shining star on top. And before you had gone to sleep last night, you had sneaked your presents for everyone under the tree.

You bit your lower lip, hoping that Loki wasn’t still taken aback by your involuntary confession last night. You had meant what you had said. He was an amazing lover but sometimes… you just weren’t feeling it but still didn’t want to disappoint him or let him down. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Come on, Trickster, let’s see what Santa brought.”

“Hold up.” Loki said. “Turn around for me.”

You raised your eyebrows, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. So you did as you were told and gasped when he forced you to bend over so your upper body came to rest on the bed again, your backside in plain view for him to admire.

“Hey! Loki!” You giggled during your weak protest, then bit your lower lip. Did he want to… now? Hmm… Christmas morning sex. Your heartbeat sped up as you wiggled your behind a bit, arousal already pooling between your legs.

You heard him chuckle behind you but instead of his hard cock at your wet entrance, you suddenly felt something hard and cold press against your back entrance.

“L-Loki…” You had tried toys of the like before, especially right before sex and you had enjoyed it very much but now was definitely not the time. You were about to head downstairs to the Christmas tree, exchanging presents and having a hearty breakfast with the Avengers, there was no way you were going to…

You gasped when he slid the clearly lubed plug into your rear, and it went in with little resistance. Loki knew your body so well it almost scared you. That, and you were already soaking wet and responsive to your butthole being pampered in such a way.

“Hmm… are we enjoying ourselves?” Loki mused, smirking as he led you over to the mirror to let you admire his work. The plug was a little bigger than what you were using for sex but still oddly comfortable to wear. What stood out the most to you, however, was the fact it was golden, with a green jewel attached to it and decorating your buttocks. “You are positively dripping, my dear.”

You bit your lower lip once more, mouth all of a sudden completely dry.

“It looks hot and beautiful at the same time.” You admitted, meeting his blue eyes in the mirror.

“Consider it a Christmas gift.” He said with a wink. Your eyes widened when he slid your comfy trousers back on and turned to leave the room.

“Hang on there. What are you doing?”

Loki tilted his head, playing innocent. “I am meeting my brother and his silly friends for Christmas.”

“W-what… oh my goodness. This is about last night, isn’t it? You want revenge, is that right?”

Loki smirked. “I have no idea what you are talking about, my love. Now… let us head downstairs, shall we?” You only glared at him in response, tensing up when his hand wrapped around your arm and stopped you in the threshold. “You will regret it dearly if you secretly try to take this out before I allow you to do so.” He hissed into your ear. Your walls clenched. This was certainly going to be your most interesting Christmas yet.

-

You had been right indeed. Crouching down to get the presents out from under the tree proved extremely difficult wearing a butt plug—at least, it proved extremely difficult to not moan in front of everyone.

Loki’s smirk never faltered, not even when he received your present and thanked you with a passionate kiss right in front of the Avengers. If only they knew… you had no idea what else Loki had in store for you once the two of you were alone again.

Christmas dinner posed as equally difficult. Sitting calmly at the table, enjoying the delicious turkey and treats and conversing without wiggling around like a child was nearly impossible. For the first time ever, you were glad when the festivities were over and you could finally retreat to bed, hoping that Loki would fuck your brains out before you fell asleep tonight.

You stood in front of him, arms akimbo when his clothes melted off of his body and he threw back the covers of the bed to get comfortable when you returned from the bathroom.

“Are you serious? Loki!”

“Oh dear… I almost forgot.” He lied, once again smirking like a cat that got the cream. “Lie down, little minx. Tell me, are you aching?” He teased, chuckling darkly.

“No!” You spat sarcastically, unable to hide your amusement. “I have been horny all day, you tease!”

“Have you now?” He was grinning now. Your heart skipped a beat when he snapped his fingers and then pointed at the bed for you to lie down. At this point, you did not even want to pretend to resist and be bratty for a bit.

Eager for your release (and knowing fully well this was his vengeance) you climbed on the mattress and gaped up at him with anticipation. But Loki took his time. Slowly and while eyeing you like a wild predator he joined in bed, tugging at your clothes in the process.

“Take them off.” He growled. You were panting when you did as you were told, all until you were completely naked except for the butt plug still snugly inside of your rear. A squeal escaped your lips when he lunged at you with a start, grabbing your hips and pulling you into a lying position. His scrutinising and downright lustful gaze never left yours as he sneaked his hand between your legs, right where you wanted him the most and dipped a finger in your folds.

“My… you are gushing.” You bucked your hips up against him, too impatient to listen to him talk dirty like that but his hand was already travelling upwards again, fingertips ghosting over your skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. You gasped when he circled your left breast and played with your already hardening nipple until you were whimpering for him.

“Loki, please…” You begged, biting your lower lip to appear innocent. The God of Mischief chuckled.

“So desperate?” He uttered, fingers returning to your cunt. You shivered when his thumb ghosted over your clit, giving it a gentle stroke. You had been on edge all day it would not at all take you long to finally be granted your long-awaited relief, even less so when Loki buried two of his long fingers inside you without any forewarning, curling them to massage your g-spot and circling your impatient clit with his thumb. His fingers were magic. No, he was magic. If only the world knew what a skilled lover Loki was they would change their mind about him being a megalomaniac villain and shower him with affection and fanmerch instead.

Moaning, you threw your head back, meeting the thrusts of his digits by bucking your hips hungrily. Loki could tell you were close already. You were tightening around his fingers, your breathing so fast he feared you might lose consciousness.

A satisfied growl escaped his lips when you came, milking his fingers as endless waves of pleasure rolled over your body, making you moan his name. Only Loki did not stop once all the bliss slowly started to fade away, your clit complaining about the ongoing stimulation.

“Again. Now.” Loki growled.

“W-what?”

“I want another. How can I be sure you truly came, after all?” He mused. You groaned. So it was revenge after all. He knew exactly you had come.

“I d-did… w-what… I can’t… Loki… oh, fuck…” He knew you could. He knew your body could. Still fingering you relentlessly, he tossed you straight into another hot orgasm as his thumb returned to your clit. Your back arched, fingers digging into the bed sheets as you clenched rhythmically around his long digits. Heavens, it felt even more intense with the butt plug still snugly inside of you.

“L-Loki… stop… s-stop, please…” You breathed, unable to form a proper sentence.

“Oh no, my dear… you can give me one more. Just so I can be completely sure.” He replied hoarsely, knowing that you could take it and would react differently if you truly had enough. It was the mix of pleasure and your strong feelings for him that made your mind turn like a spinning wheel, unable to stop or escape the tornado of emotions and relentless bliss. So he kept going, tormenting your already overstimulated bundle of nerves until your toes curled.

“Don’t you ever dare fake an orgasm with me again.” He growled into your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin. Pleasant shivers ran up and down your spine, yet you were unable to answer him. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and dug your nails into his back, pulling his upper body closer to yours to urge him on, his name leaving your lips like a prayer as he brought you to a third orgasm making you see stars.

Panting, it took you quite a while to come down from your high again as Loki helped you ride out your climax before finally removing his now slick fingers and licking them clean with relish. When he made no move to position himself between your legs and get some relief himself, you let your head fall back into the soft pillows, making Loki chuckle.

“No falling asleep just yet, my love. Let me remove the jewel from that lovely behind of yours first.” Your eyes fell shut nonetheless, an acknowledging sound the only form of communication you could still muster as you let Loki gently take out the plug. You would have drifted off to sleep there and then, without a blanket, if Loki didn’t scoop you up like a cherished bride and wrapped you under the covers before cradling you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Loki.” You muttered, eyes still shut tiredly.

“Whatever for?”

“I never meant to offend you when I faked, I just wanted you to have your fun even when I wasn’t in the mood.”

“I know. Don’t lie to me again. Ever. There is no point for me to take pleasure from you if I am unable to return the favour.”

You smiled. You really had the most amazing boyfriend in the world. Well… which was probably because he was in fact, not from this world. No Christmas present could ever compete.

-

A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you considered supporting me on Kofi! It’s either for caffeine or red wine, I’ll take both. ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Caregiver Chris

So I’m dealing with a sinus infection right now and I woke up with a headache that was part sinus headache and trying to become a migraine. I joked with some friends about using my limited brain power to daydream about Chris making me stay in bed to rest instead of getting up and forcing myself to fight through the headache while I worked (which I had to do because I’m a single pringle who is broke AF).

Anyway.. @nomadicpixel​ and @jobean12-blog​ told me I had to write the drabble.. so this is what I came up with during my lunch break.

Title: Caregiver Chris

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

A perk of working from home was getting to sleep in every day, but especially on the days when you didn’t feel great.

Today was one of those days.

You’d felt the headache coming on the night before, but had hoped a good night’s sleep would keep it at bay.

It hadn’t worked.

With your head throbbing, you’d snoozed your alarm and rolled over, groaning as you tried to find a position that would take the pain away.

“Headache?” Chris’s tired voice asked.

You grunted in confirmation as you finally found a position that eased the throbbing and isolated the pain at the base of your neck.

The alarm went off a couple minutes later and you groaned, knowing that if you didn’t get up now, you would be late signing into work.

“What are you doing?” Chris’s voice scolded from somewhere other than beside you in bed as you forced yourself into a sitting position. 

“Work, it’s Monday,” you replied as you took stock of your pain. Your head still hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as you’d feared. Nothing some pain reliever couldn’t help with.

“You’ve got a migraine,” Chris stated.

“It’s not that bad,” you argued.

“Yet,” he retorted.

“I have a lot to do,” you told him. “I have to -”

“It’ll still be there later,” Chris cut you off. “What are the chances you’ll mess something up or make your headache worse if you force yourself to try right now?”

You didn’t bother to answer, because you knew he was right and so did he.

“I brought you some toast,” he said, his tone softening. “Eat that and then I’ll get you some pain reliever.”

“I’ll need to let my boss know,” you told him.

“I already did,” he said. “I told them you’d woken up with a migraine and that you would be taking at least the morning off. I told them you’d follow up after lunch to let them know if you were going to clock in or not.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. “Thank you,” you said to him.

“You’re welcome,” he said, leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Now, eat your toast so you can take some medicine. And then we’ll lay back down for a while.”

“You’re going to lay with me?” You asked, surprised.

“Absolutely,” he replied. “That way I’ll be close by in case you need something.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “As well as to ensure you do not try and force yourself to get up when your body isn’t ready to.”

“I won’t, I promise,” you told him.

Once you’d eaten your toast, he gave you pain reliever to take for your headache. Then he, and Dodger, got back in bed with you. He waited until you found a position that didn’t make your headache worse before he snuggled up beside you.

[devildomimagines]

Could u do another "I'm not (blank) enough" requests but instead of MC saying something negative it'd be the brothers saying they aren't enough at something?

This was an interesting request, thanks Anon! I'm sorry it took me a while to get through it but I really had to dig deep to figure out what these arrogant, all powerful demons could feel insecure about.

Here is my other piece Anon is referencing: "I'm Not _______ Enough."

I changed it up a bit from the original but I hope you like it! Also I got carried away and this got pretty long so the other brothers are under the cut lol.

"Am I _______ Enough?"

Belphegor

“Am I reliable enough?”

You had woken up from your nap to his words, and asked “What?” While wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Can you depend on me?” He reworded the question but didn’t make eye contact.

“Belphie?” You guided his face to look at yours.

“Actually never mind,” he backed out of the conversation and the bed.

“Wait,” You sat up and pushed out of the bed too, already missing the warmth.

Once in front of him, you stated, “You’re reliable!”

His blush was slight but you caught it before he amended, “I know that I’m not always hanging off you like Mammon or Asmo-“

“That’s ok!” You interrupted, “Sorry,” you quickly apologized when he gave you a look.

“But I know that with your sin, it gets physically uncomfortable to be awake for long periods like how Beel gets after not getting enough food. I know if I ever needed you,” you took his hand, “you’d be there.”

He took a moment to let the scene sink in before squeezing your hand, giggling, and roughing up your hair, “That’s right, bed head,” He teased.

“Yours isn’t any better!” You moved to do the same to him but he dodged.

The two of you continued to play fight but didn’t let go of the other's hand. Belphie seemed lightened by your confirmation and you enjoyed the rare bout of playful activity with the youngest.

Beelzebub

“Am I warm enough?”

“Heck yeah! You’re like a space heater!”

He laughed, “Thanks, MC.” But his smile faded too quickly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I misunderstand?” You went from sitting across from him to sitting next to him at the table, “Do you not want to be a space heater?”

That got him smiling again, “No, that’s not it, I guess I meant warm like friendly?”

“Well then it’s a resounding yes, you’re super friendly Beel!” You gave his back a rub and a pat for punctuation.

“Oh… ok,” he went back to his snack which you assumed he would but his response wasn’t sitting right with you.

“Do you not believe me?” You looked up at him with your best puppy dog pout.

Congrats, your cuteness made the Avatar of Gluttony choke! He coughed and pounded on his chest with a closed fist.

You offered your apology and he waved it off as he took some gulps of his drink.

“No I do believe you MC.” He started covering your hand on the table with his and before your hand was completely enveloped he stopped.

“What is it then?” You prodded.

“Just a teammate commented on how I made chills run down his spine with just my stare.”

“Ah, I think Asmo would know that as a resting b*tch face,” you scratched your chin sagely

He frowned, “I can’t do anything about that, that's just how my face is.”

“Exactly! So don’t stress it, he’s still your teammate and friend, right?”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Beel mulled it over and you could practically see the weight of it rise off his shoulders as he sat up straighter and accepted it.

“There he is,” you thought as he exuded an easy confidence but your thoughts were disrupted when he pulled you into an embrace. He whispered near your ear, “Thanks.”

“Who could think this wasn’t warm?” You thought as you snuggled into his hold.

Asmodeus

“Am I attentive enough?”

“What brought that up?” You questioned looking up from your spot on his bed. It wasn’t like Asmo to show his insecurities.

“Just some gossip going around,” He tried to minimize the claims and continued fussing with his hair.

“Oh, well, you know how gossip gets, you just have to ignore it and it’ll go away,” you repeated the same advice he had given you when you first arrived in the Devildom and there were vicious rumors and tabloid articles written about the exchange program participants.

“But am I?!”

The hurt look on his face paired with the desperation in his question made it plainly obvious this meant more to him than he wanted to let on.

“Of course-”

Asmo cut you off, “MC, you have to be deadly honest right now.”

“You’re attentive Asmo,” You confirmed without a shadow of a doubt.

He chewed his lip and cheek debating the statement.

You got up from the bed and came to stand in front of Asmo. You cupped the cheek he was chewing on and he stopped.

With a small nudge you made him swivel to look back in the mirror, “What were the rumors saying?” Your own curiosity running wild, what could bring Asmo to this?

Surprisingly Asmo looked away from the reflection of you two to answer in a small voice, “That if I didn’t pay attention to you, they’d sweep in and take you for themselves.”

That stunned you for a second, you didn’t think it would involve you. “Well first of all, I don’t even know them, how are they going to even get close to me at this point?” 

Asmo considered this, you were always with him or one of his brothers.

“Second, you’re always paying attention to me, you probably know my facial expressions better than I do,” you laughed and he couldn’t help a small snort of his own.

“Third, even on days when you’re stressed, or excited about a new make-up launch and your energy is elsewhere, you always,” you squeezed his arm for emphasis, “ALWAYS check in on me.”

Asmo bit his lip once more but this time holding back a smile. He clearly couldn’t hold it back when he locked you in a hug and squealed your name.

Satan

“Am I patient enough?”

You knew this was something that he consciously worked on so you quickly confirmed, “Yes,” then turned the page of your book.

He was a little shocked at your quick resolution and not totally satisfied. He closed his book and asked, “There was never a time when you think I couldn’t have been more patient?”

“Well sure, but I think that about myself too.”

That was also surprising to Satan, “How? You’re even more patient than me.”

 “I’m only human,” You shrugged, as you closed your own book, recognizing this was going to be more of a discussion.

“And I’m only demon?” Satan returned sarcastically. He did not appreciate the turn of phrase.

“Sorry, I meant, I’m not perfect, no one is. You can’t hold yourself to an impossible standard because you’ll only be destined to be disappointed when you don’t live up to it.” You paused for the idea to settle with him.

He contemplated the sentiment.

“The way I see it,” you continued, “As long as you’re trying to do better then that’s what matters.”

Satan weighed that thought as well.

“And there is an even bigger secret with patience that not a lot of people know,” you baited.

Satan asked “And what’s that?” Hook, line, and sinker.

“I don’t know if you’re ready,” you taunted and reopened your book. If there was one thing you knew you could entice Satan with, it was some kind of hidden knowledge.

He moved across the room and closed your book in your hand for you.

You looked up at him looming over you with a sweet smile.

He smiled back at you, knowing you were playing with him. “And what’s that?” He repeated but you knew it was more of a command this time.

“Fine, I’ll share the secret with you so listen well.”

He started to nod before you caught his face in your hands. His eyebrows shot up to wordlessly question your action but didn’t break the silence, his proof he was listening.

“People don’t always realize that the most important part of patience is…” you paused and savored the interest in Satan’s eyes, “that you have to afford yourself the same patience you give to others.”

His brows furrowed trying to unravel the words in his mind. 

While he did so, you pulled his head down slightly so you could give him a quick kiss on the forehead. Then pat his cheek and released him. 

He took a step back, almost in a daze, you certainly gave him something to think about.

Leviathan

“Am I supportive enough?”

You looked up from the manga you were reading and Levi was staring down at the manga in his hand. His hands were holding the sides tightly as he waited for your response.

“How so?” You prompted.

“L-like this,” Levi pushed the manga towards you. You scanned the panels, the scene being depicted looked like it was one where the love interest was cheering on the main character while they were participating in a sports festival.

“Well you’re not like this,” you had to be honest and you could see he was already starting to sulk, “but you’re supportive in your own way.”

He tsked and took the manga back.

“Levi, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” you apologized.

“It’s fine,” Levi turned the page, “I know I’m a gross otaku shut in.”

“No, stop.” You closed the manga, you dug this hole so it was time to climb out.

He listened and looked over at you, annoyed.

“You’re supportive Levi. There are different ways to be supportive!”

He rolled his eyes, not believing you.

Alright this guy wants to play hardball, you could play with the best of them. “You always make sure that I’ve eaten and slept, even if you haven’t. For as long as we’ve had a pact, you’ve always come to my defense even though I know you hate confrontation. When I find a new show, game or book that I’m interested in, you always take the time to learn about it yourself so I can talk to someone about it.”

By the end, Levi’s face was red, his ears were red, you could swear his hands were even shaking a little bit.

“So sure, you’re not yelling your support from the roof of the House of Lamentation like that character,” you took one of his hands and his eyes darted between your face and your interlaced hands, “but I appreciate your quiet kind of support.”

Leviathan.exe has stopped working. It took a solid 5 minutes to regain his voice.

“M-M-MC!” he whined, “That’s so embarrassing!” He slumped down to hide his face but didn’t dare remove his hand from yours.

“Was it super effective?” You laughed at your joke.

He groaned from his drooped state but he squeezed your hand and you knew that it was.

Mammon

“Am I humble enough?”

At first, you have to bite your tongue to keep from outright laughing. 

Surely the demon who regards himself as “The Great Mammon” would see the irony in asking this.

But he was quiet and reflective, a stark contrast to his usual self.

You sat down next to him on the sofa in the living room, with a pat on his back you opted to offer what you thought he wanted to hear, “Sure you are buddy.”

“Are ya messing with me?” of all times for Mammon to be observant.

You were as bad a liar as he was so when you looked away and scratched your cheek instead of answering Mammon knew you were lying.

He sighed and his shoulders dropped as he caught his head in his hands.

“Well you don’t have to be humble!” You defended, feeling bad for your white lie earlier.

He peeked up at you and you took the opportunity to stand up in front of him, “You’re like the third strongest demon in all of Devildom! You should be proud of that!”

He rolled his eyes but you could see a shadow of a smile play on his lips.

“Not only are you strong but you’re very caring, not only to your brothers but to me too,” you suggested and on queue Mammon flushed.

“I’m not,” he tried to deny.

“Oh that’s not true. Remember when Belphie ruined that painting and you took the fall for it?”

His eyes opened wide in shock, “How did you-”

“Or that time when I was sick and you took such good care of me?” You added in a sing-song tone.

“Shuddup!” Mammon was now standing and placed a hand over your mouth as he looked around for his brothers. He looked back at you, “I got a reputation to uphold, y’know.”

After a muffled laugh, you pulled his hand away, “What I’m saying is you don’t have to be modest.”

“Yeah I guess when you put it that way,” He rubbed the back of his head considering.

“So what’s on the agenda for the day for The Great Mammon?”

He squinted his eyes at your teasing tone but smirked and grabbed your hand to drag you along. You went willingly with a snicker.

Lucifer

“Am I compassionate enough?”

He didn’t look up from the paperwork he was reviewing when he posed the question to you.

At first you tilted your head and wondered if he was even addressing you.

When he did finally look up, you knew he was waiting for your answer.

“Yeah, I think so?” You didn’t mean to phrase it as a question but were more concerned with how this even came up.

“You think so?” Lucifer repeated incredulously.

“Yes,” you reinforced, “where’s this coming from?” You were taking a risk in questioning Lucifer, there was probably a 50/50 chance he would actually answer. 

It was rare that he would even voice a question about his character.

He frowned and went back to his paperwork. You figured that was the end of the conversation, this being the 50% of the time that he would not answer. You went back to perusing his record collection to find something to play.

“Simeon mentioned how ruthless I’ve become.”

You looked back over at Lucifer. He looked more tired than he did just a moment ago. Simeon’s comment must have been wearing on him.

You picked a record you knew he liked and put it on before walking over to his desk.

He sighed, put down his pen and rubbed his eyes.

You leaned against the desk with your arms crossed and he faced you, the weariness even more apparent up close.

“Can I be honest with you?” you asked.

He grimaced, already thinking the worst but nodded.

“I think your ruthlessness comes from a compassionate place.”

From his one raised eyebrow, you could tell that wasn’t what he was expecting and he was waiting for your explanation.

“For example,” you began, “you care about your brothers, so when you punish them, it’s for their own good or to save them from a worse fate. You might not admit this one, but you’ve become sympathetic to Diavolo’s moods and disposition and so acting in accordance with how it will reflect on him and enforcing those standards has become second nature, hasn’t it?” He looked away.

You knew he wouldn’t answer that so you looked away yourself and continued, “You may have at first picked me as a candidate for the exchange program because of my connection to Lilith and housed me at the request of Diavolo,” you laughed at what you were about to say for the first time out loud, “but since getting to know me, I like to think that you’ve had a change of heart and genuinely care about my well-being despite those factors.”

There was a moment of silence and you felt your face heat up, nervous that maybe you overestimated your importance.

Before you could look back at him, he had stood up and enclosed you in a hug. You smiled, uncrossed your arms and hugged him back. 

He was humming along with the song so you made one more bold choice and started swaying in time with the rhythm. He chuckled, shifted to hold one of your hands, and properly led you in a dance around the room. 

You hoped his light footsteps were a reflection of how light his heart was feeling.

All signs of the weariness from moments ago were completely gone.