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italianlobster · 4 months

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Surprise (Matías Recalt x Female Reader)

Requested by: wallowins3lfpity

Summary: You haven't seen your boyfriend, Matías, in months because he is busy working on the set of LSDLN. He unexpectedly shows up on your doorstep one night.

Warning: Smut

It has been months since you have had the chance to see Matías in person. You haven't felt his warmth in so long. Yes, you facetime him and call him on your phone, but that wasn't enough. You needed him so badly. You watched the behind the scenes of LSDLN and also interviews only for him, wishing he would come back. His handsome face, which included pale skin, brown eyes, and pink lips, drove you crazy. You longed for his touch, whether that would be a hug, a kiss, or even more than just that.. You didn't want to seem clingy, so you just left him alone.

Little did you know, Matías also felt the same way. He'd look at pictures of you on his phone of you on dates or just regular selfies, you know, innocent stuff, and occasionally, in suggestive outfits and positions when he really needed you. His imagination went wild. He'd continuously excuse himself with a raging boner in his boxers and a blush painting his pale cheeks to a private space when possible. All of the other boys were suspicious whenever this happened. They weren't stupid. Of course, they knew what he was really doing in that private space. They also knew how much he really missed you and joked around with him about his long-distance relationship.

The wait was painfully long. One month.. two months.. it kept going on and on. During the nights, whenever you craved for each other's touch and it was becoming unbearable, you both would send nude pictures of yourselves along with texts and phone calls that would make the devil sweat. You slept with one hand on your breast, wishing it was his. Matías would wrap his hand around his dick, with his eyes closed, wishing that it was yours. Your dreams felt more and more realistic. A recent dream was when Matías played around in your asshole and you played around in your pussy. You woke up covered in cold sweat while breathing heavily.

It was becoming harder to focus on your daily tasks. At your job, even at your apartment. You never called your apartment "home" because the only home you knew was in Matías' arms. People noticed you daydreaming during conversations with them. Everything around you reminded you of Matías. Places like coffee shops where you both would regularly have dates. A restaurant that specifically sold Argentine dishes. The same went for Matías. He couldn't focus at all on filming. There were multiple cuts where he had stuttered or forgot his lines. This caused the filming to take much longer.

A few months into filming, you were alone at your apartment. You decided to treat yourself with a bubble bath, something to do instead of masturbating and thinking about him all day. You turned on the faucet of the bathtub and adjusted the temperature to hot. A few squirts of your favorite soap went in the hot water, and it was perfect. You put your long hair down (or you just left it alone if you have short hair). Your shirt went over your head, and your pants fell to the ground. Your panties followed after your pants, and you unhooked your bra. You removed your socks, and you put one foot into the tub when the doorbell suddenly rang. Frustrated, you put on a bathrobe and stomped to the door, opening it.

"Fuck off!" You shouted at the man standing in your doorway. It was Matías. Filming hadn't ended yet. Why was he here? You wondered. His face went from a happy to a surprised expression. His eyes also widened. "Well, hello to you too. You kiss your mother with that mouth?" He jokingly said with a giggle. You didn't respond. You were still shocked at his unexpected appearance. "Are you going to let me in or not?" He said with a smile. You moved out of his way, and he entered your apartment. He had no luggage, and it seemed like he left it at a hotel somewhere.

The both of you went into the kitchen. Matías was thirsty and helped himself to a glass of water. "Shouldn't you be filming?" You finally spoke up. "Well, yeah, but we're in the midst of a break, so I decided to visit you for a while, and then I'll go back to continue filming." He responded and took a sip of his glass. He then sat down at the nearest table. You followed, too. Matías was desperately trying to control himself. His leg was bouncing, and his hands shaking. Drops of water spilled from his mouth when he took a sip of his glass since his hands were so shaky. You tried to control yourself as well, but you decided to have some fun teasing him, too. Your legs crossed, and you opened your bathrobe just a little bit to reveal some cleavage.

You could feel Matías' eyes focus on your presence. He was staring and very distracted. There was silence until he abruptly got up from his chair and pulled you up. Your lips were dangerously close, and your heart was beating out of your chest. You didn't waste any time and immediately smashed your lips onto his. At first, you both went slow until he entered his tongue into your mouth. This was enough to destroy your patience and the pace of making out sped up. Saliva dripped from your chin. You licked his lips. He sucked on your tongue. You tasted each other's saliva. He went down to your neck and left marks on the skin. He bit and nibbled on the skin. Then he licked and sucked on the marks. He had marked his territory.

Suddenly, Matías pulled away from the kiss. He looked at you with a smirk and said, "bedroom?" You shook your head, yes. He lifted you up bridal style, and the two of you went off to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed gently and climbed over you.

What you have been waiting for months now is finally going to happen. Matías untied your bathrobe, and your body was exposed to the cold air. Your nipples immediately hardened, and the hairs on your skin rose. Matías absolutely loved your body. He helped you love yourself. He kissed every mole, freckle, scar, and birth mark on your body. He would build a sculpture of you if he had the skill. First, he admired your body from top to bottom for a few seconds before kissing you again on your lips. He moved down to your neck with his tongue and stopped at the middle of your breasts. He sucked on your left nipple while licking it, and his right hand caressing the other breast. His eyes still focused on your face. He wanted to see your facial expressions and how you melt completely from his touch.

Matías grinned devilishly. He didn't focus too much on your breasts and went down. Giving kisses to your stomach, abdomen, and thighs. He tugged at your pubic hairs, and his nose brushed against it. He was so close, but yet still so far from where you really needed him. Finally, he gives a quick lick on your clit. You let out a small moan. He grins more against your pussy. He begans to lick and suck on your clit. He also uses two of his fingers to put inside of you. The sensation of being fingered and licked at the same time was too much to handle.

"You taste so good." Matías whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear. During the whole session, he never looked away. His attention stayed on your face. His brown eyes were so seductive. You couldn't bear to keep eye contact with him. "Look at me with those beautiful eyes." He said, you obeyed. You kept moaning, and it was like music to his ears. His favorite song. You felt like something was coming. It felt like you and Matías were the only ones that mattered in the world right now.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at you. Once you caught your breath, you looked back and saw that his lower face was completely covered in your juices. He still had that grin on his face. You can't help but feel embarrassed. This had never happened before. Before you could speak, Matías said, "You squirted, but I really liked it." You responded with a soft smile. He was still clothed, and you wanted to rip off everything right then and there.

Matías was kinda shy showing his body to you. He wasn't muscular but thin. You always complimented him because it made him feel better. He was like a greek god in your eyes. His self-esteem had majestically improved ever since your first time. Matías began to undo his blouse. One button, two buttons.. he teased you by taking his time, and he was painfully slow. So you decided to get up and just rip off his blouse. The buttons flying everywhere. To the ground. His eyes widened. You caressed his chest and nipples, feeling cold and soft skin. You also gave kisses everywhere on his torso, which left hickies. Hints of purple on his white skin. You pulled and twisted his pink nipples. They became sore from you playing with them. They were also hard and sharp enough to cut paper.

Your hands traveled down and stopped at his bulge, which was getting bigger every second. You unbuckled his belt and threw it to the ground. His pants dropped, and he was in his tight boxers. It was so tight. In fact, you could the outline of his dick. He was suffering through these tight boxers. You massaged his dick through the fabric while also squeezing it, and you pulled him closer. To the point where you were poking him with your nipples. He giggled at the feeling. Finally, you grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. His hard dick sprung up, and he groaned. There were sparks of precum dripping from the tip.

You wrapped your hand around his dick and began to stroke it slowly. Matías held on to you for dear life as you gave him a hand job. It has been so long, and he could pass out at any moment from all the simulations. Your other free hand went down to massage his balls. Squeezing them and also pulling them. His eyes rolled back as he grew more and more sensitive to touch. More precum dripped down his length. Veins also pulsating on the base of his length. You could feel his breath growing heavy.

You removed your hand from his dick. He whined as he wanted more. You looked at him with a smirk while laying down on the bed behind you and then opening your legs. You both still kept eye contact. Matías didn't waste any time and got on top of you in between your legs. You could feel his dick poking your inner thigh. He was so close to being inside you. Matías gave you one last kiss on the lips before lining his length against your pussy. Rubbing the tip against your clit. "Say you want me!" He shouted. He loved to watch a woman beg before absolutely destroying her.

"Oh.. I want you so bad.." You whispered. Your hands covered your red face.

"Hm? I couldn't hear you!" He shouted yet again, the tip of his dick still rubbing against your clit.

"Oh, I want you ins-" You said more louder and were cut off when Matías rammed himself inside of you. He was an impatient man. Your walls clenched around his dick. You were very tight, and it hurt him so well. Matías laid on top of you but was careful enough not to put his entire weight on you. His hand caressed your cheek as you adjusted to his size. He never looked away from you as well. A few minutes had passed, and you signaled him to move. He got the signal, and he slowly began to move his hips. One thrust, and you're already gushing around his dick. Your juices soiling the bedsheets underneath you.

You finally got what you wanted after so many months. The wait was worth it. You wished this would last forever, though. Matías was very vocal in bed. He sounded like a pornstar and was just as loud as you. His groans and growls alone were enough to make you orgasm. You would never guess that these noises were coming out of a gorgeous man like him. His pace grew faster as he fucked the shit out of you. Your hands grabbed and squeezed his petite ass, urging him to go deeper. The room got steamy; the sounds of your pussy grew wetter with each thrust and your moans became more higher pitched. Suddenly, Matías' hand went down to rub your already swollen clit. He pinched and rubbed it as he abused your hole.

His balls slapped against your ass and he attacked your neck with kisses again. Licking all the marks he had made previously. He was proud of his creations. He wanted everyone to see those marks so they could know that you're his. He runs his tongue down your neck. He pulls away and looks at you. You couldn't help but stare at his half-lidded eyes, sweaty bangs covering his forehead, pink cheeks, and his mouth, which was still covered in your juices from before. "Oh fuck, I love you, Y/N Recalt!" His eyes rolled back and his arms felt like jelly, he was getting closer to his orgasm and his arms could give up at any second. You were shocked at him saying your name and his last name, but then your face shrieked with delight and you responded,

"I love you too, Matías Recalt!"

Matías' face lit up with glee. He was officially the happiest man on Earth. His thrust grew more sloppy and faster. You scratched his back. You could draw blood. You wanted to leave marks on him too. Your eyes still looked into his so you could see his orgasmic face. You felt the same feeling in your stomach again, like when Matías was eating you out. It felt like a flower about to bloom. You kept moaning Matías' name, and he did the same.

"Oh, God! Matías, yes!" You screamed with everything in you. You wrapped your legs around him. You exploded, and the flower had bloomed. You squirted around his cock and it also had dripped out of you. Your bedsheets were ruined even more. It's going to be one hell of a laundry day tomorrow.

"Ah shit, Y/N!" He cursed and fell on top of you. He released his load deep inside you, the white liquid dripping out of you. He pulls out his dick which is completely covered in your juices. He laid down next to you because he felt like he was too heavy on top of you.

The both of you laid there in silence. There were no worries at the moment as you both embraced each other's existence. Hands holding and hearts beating as one. Nothing could ever bring you two apart.

God, you're so lucky to love someone like him.

#matías recalt #matias recalt fanfic #matias recalt x reader #matias recalt smut

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yorshie · 6 months

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Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well

Could you please do some Headcanons for tmnt (bayverse) x reader who has a huge problem with overheating? Like. Huge problem. Gets lightheaded, can’t sleep on “too warm” beds or places, Sometimes needs to lie on the cold ground or have ice packs on their face, legs, basically their whole self as an attempt of trying to cool down? And when they find out the boys skin is actually quite chilly they get more affectionate? Handsy? Of course w their consent, Legs get laced together, resting on their lap more often, both have crushes going on but reader is so bothered by how hot their skin is, all of the anxiety/bashfulness of approaching them is throw out of the window, and since winter is coming and the boys are coldblooded, a personal heater would be most welcomed (honestly a fair trade for everybody lol)

Hope that makes sense? (Honestly today is really bothering me cuz I’ve already used 3 ice packs and nothing is working 😭 i feel my face and legs are on fire and it’s so bothersome. I need some reassurance from some chilly boys fr) thank you and have a good day

Hello! I'm doing good, I hope you are doing better! I've been thinking about this ask for quite a bit, because I couldn't decide how exactly I was going to handle the turtles body heat, but I was totally enamored of imagining them being slightly cooler to reader's body heat, even though they do produce their own. Endothermic vs Ectothermic arguments went round and round, til I finally decided I was thinking about it waaaaayyyyy too deeply lol. So, thank you so much for sending this in, because it helped me Answer Some Questions for my personal writing lol. Going with the bayverse turtles run cooler than the average human body temp, but that they can withstand a range of temperatures because they still generate their own heat. So without further ado!

Bayverse turtles x GN reader, SFW - headcanons for nonspecific turtle

as always turtles are 24-25 in my writing

the first time he catches you lying on the floor in your home, surrounded by ziploc baggies of ice and an ice pack balanced on your nose, he almost snapped a picture at how goofy it looked. Then he noticed how red your skin was, how miserable you seemed, and he decided maybe it'd be better to check and see if you were ok

Upon finding out that, no, this was normal for you, that you were burning up despite how freezing cold your living room was, a small voice in the back of his head immediately reminded him that he ran COLD. He ignored it all through swapping your baggies out with fresh ice, of watching you roll to a new spot on the floor to find a new cool spot before his traitorous mouth opens up and he hears words that sound eerily like his own voice before he can reel the offer back in.

At first, you don't believe him. He's being sweet, sure, but the thought of touching or cuddling someone right now makes you want to commit murder. It takes him reaching out abruptly and placing his palm against your uncovered stomach for the fact to sink in that... oh my GOD HE"S COLD.

From that moment on, he is the designated cuddle buddy. In a pinch you'll make due with one of his brothers if you can convince them to stay still, but the first time he caught you draped over one of their shells you got the stink eye for three days straight, and when it came time for you to ask him once more to help you ended up being held more like a teddy bear.

Most of the time though, you sprawl across him on movie nights, cheek to his plastron, trying in vain to beat down blooming feelings when he rests his large, cool hands against your back and twines your legs together. Once or twice you're even embarrassed over it when it happens in front of his brothers, but at this point they just act like its normal. Just know, though, that your turtle has gotten ribbed over it privately, and there's a betting pool they've got going behind the two of yours' backs.

Come winter, you notice it's not just your turtle that's creeping in to cuddle now. With the weather turning, it seems the other three have realized that while they are a walking, talking ice pack for you, you are in fact a walking, talking furnace for them. Your turtle is definitely in the middle of the huddle, but don't be surprised to find yourself in the middle of a turtle pile anytime you come over. Don't worry, you're not the only human that gets wrangled into this. One time you got yoinked into the pile trying to coax your turtle out for some one on one cuddles and you found both Casey and April in the middle of the pile, both slightly squashed and unhappy about their turtle kidnapping.

All and all it's a revolving door of seeking each other out for heat and/or for cold, I'd give the betting pool a max of four months before it's being cashed out.

#tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt fanfiction #bayverse tmnt x reader #bayverse leonardo #bayverse raphael #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse donatello #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse mikey x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #my writing requests

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regret-roulette · 2 years

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Sick Day

Notes: I've been sick to my stomach all day so I wanted something semi-soft, I guess. Pairing: Dottore x Reader CW: None

Summary: The lab is a little too quiet when you're sick.

You felt miserable.

It wasn’t often you got sick, not with all the weird concoctions and experiments Dottore subjected you to—all for your own benefit, of course. But when you did, it was usually abrupt and pretty bad, taking you out entirely.

Which was why you were curled up under two thick blankets. Your head was resting in Dottore’s lap on the couch that was conveniently just added to his lab the day you got sick.

One of his hands rested over your eyes gently, blocking out the light that made your headache worse while also letting him feel your temperature as it continued to fluctuate. You went from scalding hot one minute to a little too cold for his liking the next.

If he didn’t monitor you closely, he could lose you easily. For all his medication and adjustments to your immune system, you were still susceptible to getting sick. And because of how bad it needed to be for you to get sick in the first place; you were in a fairly precarious situation whenever you did.

“Do you hate me?”

A handful of clones stopped what they were doing and looked over at you. Alpha in particular looked disturbed by the question, while the others exchanged worrying glances. Dottore set aside the papers he was reading from and looked down at you, feeling your lashes flutter beneath his hand as you blinked rapidly.

Hate you? Where did that come from? Even his clones looked uncomfortable at the question.

“No,” he said. “Go back to sleep.”

You reached up to grab his wrist and tug it away from your eyes. Reluctantly, he let you move his hand away and frowned when you flinched at the harsh light hitting your face. You squinted against it, focusing on his face since his mask was absent.

Even now, years later you still thought his eyes were the prettiest shade of red. It was a shame that his usual mask covered them up.

“Promise?” You muttered, miserably.

Your voice was hoarse from the dry cough you suffered all night from. The deep, guttural noise you made while you hacked away still rang in his ears.

“Will you sleep if I say yes?” He asked.

His attention was drawn to the way you blinked, but your eyes were unfocused.

“Maybe.”

He sighed.

“Yes,” he gently tugged his wrist free and placed his hand over your eyes once more.

He propped his chin up with his free hand, elbow against the armrest of the couch as he watched his clones continue to work on a medication to help you.

“At least the lab is quiet now.” You joked before a cough ripped out of you. Another deep, guttural cough from your chest that grated against his ears and made him frown.

“Quiet indeed,” he murmured. “Now go back to sleep.”

The idea of his lab staying this quiet without you unnerved him more than he cared to admit.

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#genshin impact #genshin #dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #Doctor's Orders

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darling--angst-archived · 10 months

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Hii! congrats on 100 followers!! May I have Sports, (1), Ranpo, Romantic, maybe reader feels sad/lonely due to not exactly feeling as though she deserves ranpo's love so he confronts her about how she seems blue

Sports

Pairing: Ranpo x Civilian! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: kissing

Synopsis: The summer came and it was really stressful for the agency, things went on as usual but Ranpo felt that something was wrong with his lover, and he was right.

A/n: This idea is so cute! I really had fun writing this :)

Event // Ada. Masterlist // M.Masterlist

The hot summer breeze passed through the open windows of the agency and the complaints of the the members are all you can hear.

"Kunikidaa! Can you set the temperature a little lower?" Ranpo complained from his desk, a mini fan just beside his sweating face.

"I'm afraid not Ranpo-kun, we have to spend less since our budget is a little off because there aren't that many requests that have yet been completed" Kunikida continued typing on his laptop despite his hair being completely completely soaked with his sweat.

"Kunikida-kun!! I'm bored!" Dazai's muffled cries was heard from the lounge, his face planted on the couch. He ignored him but stopped when he heard Yosano step out of the infirmary with her machete on hand.

"Do you need something Yosano-sensei?" He asks slowly turning to face her.

"Does anyone want to go to the mall with me? I have to buy some supplies?"

"Maybe I could go with you, after finishing this document.. but may I ask why do you have your machete with you.?" He asked.

"Well before going I'd like to ask someone if they want treatment" She nonchalantly responded. Everyone except Ranpo and Dazai dropped cold sweat her words before ducking as she made a finger like motion on who to chose. Unfortunately for Kunikida, he was on his chair and he ducked last.

"Hmm... Oh! It seems like you really like my treatment Kunikida..." She smirked before walking towards him.

"Wait-! Yosano-sensei! I still have things to do in my schedule! Please!" He screamed as Yosano dragged him inside the infirmary. After that, everyone let out a sigh they have been holding, not minding his screams.

"hmm... I miss (name)-chan.." Ranpo muttered, his right cheek squashed on the table.

The day went on per usual. Kunikida was shining, with drool slipping past his lips as his chin laid on his desk after Yosano operated on him for 7 times. Dazai was slacking off in the couch, sweat pooling on the cushions. Naomi was clinging onto Tanizaki, their body heat and sweat mixing as she clung onto his side. Kenji and Atsushi were out on a mission about an exploding car. Ranpo was on his desk with his mini-fan and snacks, it was a normal day but he suddenly had a feeling that something is wrong, or that something will go wrong.

It was finally time for clock out. He watched as the clock slowly ticked each second until the bell rang. Grabbing his things, he walked passed Kunikida who was closing his laptop, and met Dazai just by the door, throwing in his coat.

"See you tomorrow everyone!" Dazai hummed before completely walking out the Agency. Ranpo didn't even say goodbye to them, he rushed out, only throwing in his hat, he left; earning confusion from many.

"Hmm.. something's wrong with Ranpo-kun.." Tanizaki stated.

"Maybe an emergency? Anyway let's get that cake from last time Jun'ichirō!" Naomi tossed herself into him, getting both of them out of balance. The other agency members didn't mind them and continued to leave with the same thought: "is Ranpo really okay? Did he and (name) argue?"

Ranpo walked on the sidewalk of Yokohama to his and his lover's shared apartment. His heads was filled with thoughts on what may be wrong, and before he knew it, he reached his destination. Opening the door, he stumbles on a table of untouched food, covered by a cloche. He muttered a small "I'm home" before he removed his shoes and hung his coat on the hanger, looking around, he saw no signs of you. He started to panic now, he was about to barge inside the bedroom until he heard your footsteps. You opened the door to see Ranpo with opened and wide eyes.

"Oh hey love welcome home" you tried your best to smile and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah.." It was the only thing he said before he followed you to the dining area. He thought that he was too paranoid but he couldn't help but notice the smudged concealer below your eyes. He never said anything about it, afraid that his suspicious are true, hoping to have something prove him wrong.

The dinner was quiet. The only sounds are the utensils hitting the plate and the small buzzing of the florescent light hanging on the ceiling. You were now cleaning, as you picked up his plate to clean the dishes he stopped you.

"Is something wrong, dear?" He asked you but you only halted from your movements before continuing to put the plate on the sink.

"Yeah, of course! Why would I be not?" You faced him to try smile at him. He stood up and now you were looking at him straight in the eyes.

"You're not." He stated, his hand finding it's way to your cheek, caressing it. You leaned into his hand, feeling his warmth, and you unconsciously smiled before responding:

"I am." You let out a breathless sigh before you flinched as his thumb smudged the concealer beneath your eyes.

"What's this.?" He looked at his thumb and your eyes widened. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from you.

"it's- it's nothing.!" You slapped his hand away but only then did you realize what you did.

"Your eyes are puffy.. now please tell me what really happened.." He reached for your cheek, wanting to convince you to tell him the truth.

"I... I'm sorry" you ignored his question, more focused on what you did. Hanging your head low, you clenched your fists. Your expression darkened and thoughts ran on your mind: "I'm hurt him... I should've never done that.. now he will leave me! No,nono!". Panicking, your hands trembled and he tried calling your name but you didn't respond.

"Dear.. dear... (name)!" He grabbed you by the shoulder slightly shaking you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Tears unconsciously began to pool up in the corners of your eyes as you looked up and saw him giving you a concerned look on his face.

"Ranpo.?" You muttered and he let out a breathy sigh of relief.

"I know something is wrong.. so please just tell me.?" He confronted you and your breath hitched at his question. "There really is nothing to hide from you, the world's greatest detective—no from Edogawa Ranpo.." you thought to yourself, biting your lower lip.

"Ranpo..." You let out a breathless sigh and he tensed up at your actions.

"Just tell me what's wrong. I'll make sure to fix it.. please" The last part was more like a whisper yet his voice cracked. Your eyes widened at his words and thought: "He really is perfect.. He'll comfort me when I'm upset and he goes out of his way to make sure I feel alright... While I... I do nothing..". Your head hung low once again, biting your lip, and trying to stop the incoming tears that blurred your vision.

"Ranpo.. I love you.. but you deserve someone better.. someone who can solve crimes, who can keep up with your intellect.. and someone who- someone who isn't me" You struggled to say those words but you knew it was the truth. He struggled to find meaning behind your words, his hand never left your shoulder in an attempt to make sure you'll face him.

"Hey.. it doesn't matter that you're job is not related to a detective's work... It never mattered if you can't keep up with my so called intellect—" he said softly, lifting your chin up to look at him, and brushing away the tears that escaped your eyes. You were puzzled with what he's saying but nonetheless, you listened, feeling comfort in him.

"—you're you. And that's what makes me love you. You keep up with my childish antics, you help me understand things I find trivial, and most importantly, because you found a way to love me sincerely.. you saw me as Edogawa Ranpo and not as my title as the World's Greatest Detective" He softly removed a strand of hair from your face, then he gently cupped your cheeks.

"But I-" having tried find your words you tried to speak up but you can't as he already hushed you with a deep and passionate kiss. You closed your eyes tasting a faint taste of sweet candy while feeling butterflies in your stomach. A few seconds passed by before your lips parted, he brushed away some tears that unconsciously left your eyes before leaning his forehead with yours.

"I would be not be the World's Greatest Detective but a fool if I were to let you go" He whispered in your ear before kissing your forehead, cheeks, and the back of your hand in a gentleman-like-manner.

"Now let's go I'm sleepy!" He leaded you to your shared bedroom by the hand.

"But what about the dishes-?" Before you could protest he hushed you by saying:

"The dishes can wait for tomorrow, I can't!" With that you gleefully smiled at him.

That night both of you slept in each other's embrace, cuddling below the blanket, using one another as your personal pillow. You felt warm and secure around Ranpo and he felt the same with you. He doesn't know what he'll do in life without you and you don't know how you will be without him.. You two really are perfect for each other.

A/n: When I was writing this the whole idea was so fluffy and sweet hile my earphones was playing intense violin concertos/op by Tchaikovsky..

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onegirlatelier · 6 months

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Floral vest | November, 2023

This vest is a Frankenstein of two patterns—the construction is from the Ophelia Slipover by Toshiyuki Shimada 嶋田俊之and the floral pattern from the Flower Yoke Pullover by Erika Tokai 東海えりか (@erika_tokai on Instagram). Both patterns are listed on Ravelry but only available in printed books.

Now, it is not my genius idea to piece these two together. I think it was first done by a fellow Chinese knitter and designer, who is XS KNITTING on RED and XS_KNITTING on Wechat. I have both pattern books but she did provide very detailed instructions on how to combine the two patterns for this vest. I mostly followed her notes – see modifications below.

Overview of the construction

Make a provisional cast on with a waste yarn.

Knit colourwork in the round from bottom up, ending at approx. underarm level. Decrease on the sides as instructed. You will later steek the fabric at the sides so the pattern includes the additional allowance for steeking.

Knit the front and back yoke sections flat, following the instructions for neck and shoulder shaping. (There is no armhole shaping in the yoke part.)

Sew together the front and back yoke parts, pick up stitches to make the neckband.

Reinforce the steek and cut. Pick up stitches from the steeked edges to make the side bands. Sew the bottom bit of the side bands together.

Pick up stitches to make the hem.

Needles

(all 80cm circulars)

Colourwork: 3.00mm

Yoke: 2.75mm

Neckband: 2.75mm, bind off with 2.5mm

Side bands: 2.5mm, bind off with 2.25mm

Hem: 2.75mm, bind off with 2.5mm

Yarn

Biches & Bûches Le Petit Lambswool 248m/50g, in white and light pink. This is a 2-ply woolen spun, slightly rustic but soft yarn. It softens even more after washing and blooms too, making an incredibly light but hearty fabric. I always thought it was produced in Europe since this is a French brand, but the Lambswool range is actually spun and dyed in Scotland. Hence it is a little less local than I thought (and their website doesn’t say where the wool material comes from), but I’m also happy to support Scottish mills that produce less chemically treated yarns in small batches.

Another nice thing is that each of my skeins/balls actually weighed 55g, so there was a little surplus than what I paid for.

Yardage

I took detailed measurements just in case you (or future me) are worried about having enough yarn, or thinking about doing differently coloured bands, etc.

As can be seen, the bands and hem take up quite a bit of yardage.

Modifications

Colourwork

I think I followed the instructions entirely for the colourwork.

Yoke

I knitted one more row at the bottom of the front and back yokes respectively, because I somehow started from the wrong side and the pattern started from the right side. The shoulder seams are done with Kitchener stitch instead of a three-needle bind-off. Therefore I think I had about 104 rows in the yoke instead of 100 in the pattern, which means I picked up 84 stitches instead of 80 for the side band at the yoke section.

First block and felting

After I finished the yoke, the colourwork looked rather uneven. Since the yarn I used was thinner than the Shetland yarn in the pattern and I knitted the colourwork loosely to match the instructed gauge, the fabric was also quite loose and not as supple as I wanted. The good thing is that the finished garment (using the required gauge) had quite a lot of positive ease for my body measurements. So I decided to shrink the garment slightly by hand-felting it.

To felt a wool garment, you need one or more of the following: high temperature, moisture, agitation, soap. Here’s what I did to felt it as gently as possible. The half-finished main body had no live stitches at this point so I just soaked it in icy cold water as how you would normally block a knitted garment, but without soap. Then I just use my hands to agitate the fabric until I felt that it had first evened out and then tightened up. Trust me, without hot water or soap you need quite a lot of agitation to felt a garment—not just swishing it around.

I’ve also seen people putting their work into a pillow case into the washing machine on a hot drying cycle and stopping every few minutes to check if it’s felted enough. I have no confidence in operating my washing machine but you can try.

The result was satisfactory enough for me to go ahead.

Neckband

Neckband was finished with a tubular bind off with two rows, i.e. one pair, of reinforcement (the ‘tubular’ bit’). To do this, you would first use a slightly smaller needle to switch the ribbing from 2*2 to 1*1 as you knit across (see Suzanne Bryant’s video). I used a needle one size smaller but I think I could’ve gone down two sizes, as the finished neckband feels a little too loose.

Side bands

I reinforced the fabric using the crochet method and then steeked it. Some people recommend the hook to be one size smaller than the knitting needles, but I used a 1.5mm and it worked well for me. It;s absolutely possible to steek with an even number of stitches (many tutorials say you can only do an odd number of stitches).

Using a 2.5mm circular I picked up stitch for stitch for the colourwork and 84 for 104 for the yoke. One stitch is added at either ends. There was no stitch decrease after picking up. I finished with Italian bind off which is another kind of invisible bind off like tubular bind off, just without the ‘tubular’ bit.

To do this: On the 15th row (wrong side), I knitted the first 35 sts (which were not bound off) using the 2.5mm needle in 2*2 ribbing. Then I switched to 2.25mm and switched the ribbing to 1*1 as I knitted across, and finished by knitting the last 35 sts using the 2.5mm needle again in 2*2 ribbing. On the 16th row (right side), I knitted the first 35sts in the 2.5mm needle and 2*2 ribbing as usual. Then I adjusted how I held the project so that I could pull the working yarn to the opposite side (front/back side) of the garment and start the sewn bind off from the wrong side.

It is absolutely not necessary to do all this. Some people make a very simple knitted bind off. This is purely because I want an invisible bid off and the ribbing pattern made it easier to do it this way. Also see illustration.

Then I Kitchener-stitched the 2*2 ribbing to make the side seam.

Hem

I took out the provisional cast on and transfer sts to a 2.75mm needle. My side bands were slightly wider than instructed so I picked up more side stitches for the hem too. 336 sts I think. I did 2*2 ribbing and finished with a tubular bind-off with four rows, i.e. two pairs, of reinforcement.

And that's it! I'm really pleased about this little vest and might make more in different colour schemes in future.

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Hii!! I hope you're having a great day, I've been loving your pre-outbreak!joel fics (especially the way you write the Millers omg). On that note, could you write something fluffy about reader having a sick day?? And Joel and Sarah just taking turns watching over her. Thank you so much!! 🫶

A Day Off

warnings – flue, sickness, mentions of dizziness, medication, but mostly cute Miller fluff

word count – 6.2k

a/n – I decided to make it part of my “Couldn’t Love More” series, I hope that’s okay ˙ᵕ˙ Thank you for the request, I hope you like how it turned out!! And I hope you have the best day possible🫶🏼🫶🏼

2004

"Is mom okay?" The soft voice of Sarah rang through Joel's ear as he was preparing his usual morning cup of coffee.

While the two Millers were already downstairs, the little girl munching on some cereal and the oldest of the family standing in the kitchen with his favourite mug in his hand, you had run back up upstairs, having forgotten to put on deodorant for the long day of work ahead of you.

With scrunched eyebrows, Joel turned to his daughter, "What do you mean? Because of her cough?"

The evening before, you seemed to be doing perfectly fine, but almost as soon as that clock hit midnight, you couldn't lay still next to your partner anymore. All throughout last night, up until that morning, you had been coughing your lungs out, along with a runny nose that didn't seem to be getting any better.

Sarah nodded, "It doesn't sound good." The cereal still filling her mouth.

"Don't speak with food in your mouth," her father warned her, using that typical dad voice the girl has had to listen to all her life.

She swallowed. "I said it doesn't sound good."

"I heard what you said," Joel brought his cup of coffee to the dining table, taking a seat right next to the youngest Miller, along with a hot cup of tea he had prepared for you. "I asked her, and she said it's all fine."

His statement earned him an unamused facial expression. "And we both know that's not true."

He nodded with a sigh, "I know, but what do you want me to do? You know how stubborn she is."

"She's not!" She argued back. Joel closed his eyes for a second. Right. Don't tell the girl, who definitely got the stubbornness from his wife, that his wife is stubborn. How could he forget...

"Alright, but still. She won't listen to me. I already told her to stay at home."

Sarah scoffed, "And that's it? When I'm sick, you two don't even let me fight back. You basically lock me into my room."

"We don't lo-"

"Mum?" He was interrupted by you coming back down, catching the girl's attention.

You hummed in response, followed by a cough as you tucked the blouse tighter into your pants.

"Why don't you just stay at home today?" She wondered, to which you sent her a look of confusion, directing it towards Joel for a split second.

"Why? What's wrong?"

Sarah got up, the bowl in her hand when she passed you, only stopping to point a strict finger at you. "You're sick. That's what's wrong." Before continuing her walk to the dishwasher. "You should stay home."

You chuckled as you sat down next to your husband, whose hand found its way right to your back, brushing over it gently, motioning towards the cup of tea waiting for you. "It's just a little cold. If even," you blew on the hot water, hoping to lower the temperature. "Might also just be the result of someone at work thinking it's necessary to blast winter temperatures through the A/C."

Joel's fingers started running through your hair, detangling the small strands your brush had missed.

"Still," Sarah didn't stop arguing. "Sick is sick, and you should stay home." But you just shook your head with a smile. Another cough followed that you were able to hide into the inside of your elbow.

"See." The girl passed you with a knowing glance as she walked up the stairs into her room to get her backpack.

"You sure, you'll be fine?" Your husband's eyes were still on your side profile, sending you a warm smile once you turned to face him.

You placed your free hand on his thigh and gave it an assuring soft squeeze. "Yep," you nodded, "I'll be fine, don't worry." Just as you leaned in to give him a quick kiss, he dodged out of the way. You gasped, gazing at him with your mouth hung open.

"You heard her," nodding towards the stairs where your daughter was just coming back. "Sick is sick. And I'm not risking that."

"Wow...," you gasped, "Unbelievable. Not even a kiss?" Joel shook his head. A devilish thought crossed your mind, getting the corners of your lips to curl up. "What do you think about a stepdad, Sarah?" Making the girl immediately look at you in confusion. "Someone that would kiss me, even if I actually was sick." The man next to you rolled his eyes. The hunk of a horn coming from the garage let you know that the younger Miller brother had arrived. "Someone younger, hotter, more-" The gentle tug of your hair cut you off, making you grin as soon as you felt the familiar hot breath next to your ear. Thank God, Sarah had gone into the hallway to get her jean jacket.

"Careful, darlin'," his low vibrations tickled the side of your neck before you could feel his lips on your skin.

"Well," you shrugged, "I'm sure there's someone out there that would still kiss me even with a stuffy nose."

He had started petting your hair again. "Keep searching darlin', and the moment you find that someone will be the day I have my first kill."

"Joel!" You shot up straighter in your seat, turning your entire body towards him with a shock written all over your face - yet, a smile was still on your lips. The oldest Miller was in no way a violent person, that much you knew. But, when it came to family, you also knew that there was nothing he wouldn't do. Not a single thing.

He shrugged a proud grin plastered on his face when your hand came up to push his cheek, mimicking a gentle slap followed by a chuckle.

Sarah passed you two again when a second hunk echoed through the room. "I'm going," she rushed to stand between you two, engulfing you in a big bug, "Love you!" Getting the same words of affirmation in return. She made her way to the door before stopping, "Oh, and mum!"

Making you look up while Joel's gaze was still fixed on you, wondering how even with a stuffy nose and a cough that could scare away every kid, he was still as attracted to you as when he first saw you in that tight party dress you had worn.

"Let me know how that search for a stepdad is going!" Giggling at the reaction of her father.

"Excuse me?!"

While you laughed out loud, your hand falling back onto his thigh. Your laugh didn't last long, interrupted by another wave of coughing, that you tried to calm down with a sip of your tea.

Joel stood up and tapped your head, "That's what you get for saying shit like that."

The lunch break was almost over, and each employee was putting their helmets back on, throwing their one-way coffee cups into the bins, ready to get back to work. The contractor was still sitting on one of the benches, looking over their final plan for the building behind him, the hot temperature of his beverage long gone, now ice cold. Tommy hadn't joined him as usual, but it wasn't all that new to Joel. Sometimes his brother tended to disappear during his break, coming back only barely on time and usually with his belt missing - no questions needed, everyone knew where he had been.

Just as the oldest Miller brother lifted his head, he squinted his eyes, for one due to the sun, but also to make out the silhouette of the younger brother as he run up to him. Unamused, Joel took a quick glance at his watch,

"Three... two... one... and you're late." He glanced back up at the now panting man, who was holding onto the wooden table.

"Late?!" Tommy exclaimed, "I literally just got back in time."

Joel shook his head, "You haven't clocked in yet," packing his stuff back up as he got up from his seat.

"Jeez, come on, man! Can you cut me some slack?"

He stopped in his tracks to turn back around, shoving the A3 piece of paper into the younger Miller's chest, "I've cut you some freaking slack often enough, Tommy. This shit's gotta stop."

"I just-"

"No," Joel shook his head, "No excuses. I've told you this before. We've got a tight schedule. There's no time for your stupid little acquaintances."

Tommy sighed, still giving no signs of moving while his brother was already a few feet away.

"Have you checked in on your wife?" He shouted out loud, making the older man stop again, glaring at him in confusion.

"What? Why?" It was unusual for either of you to contact the other one during your workday. You much rather enjoy the evening together, ranting about your coworkers and employees in the comfort of each other's arms rather than over the terrible connection through your phones.

With a proud grin, Tommy walked up to him, his hands secured in his pockets. "Well, that's where my acquaintances actually come in handy."

"What the fuck you talkin' about?" Joel was on the verge of his patience with his younger brother, more specifically with that massive ego of his.

"You know that blonde one from Y/N's office?" The younger brother questioned with a smirk, ignoring the glare of the other man. "Tall, blonde, green eyes, usually in those tiny skirts, and Jeez... those big lips that just look magnificent around my-"

"Tommy," he stopped him with a raise of his hands, "Get to the point. For God's sake...," mumbling the last part as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Right, right, sorry," the younger one snapped back into it, "When I went to see her, she told me that Y/N was sent back home because she almost blacked out at the-"

"What?!" Joel raised his voice as soon as the words rang through his ears.

Tommy crossed his arms with a deep breath, "Yeah, apparently she wasn't feeling well, but stubborn as fuck and wouldn't go home until her boss came."

"Jesus fuck..." without wasting another second, the oldest Miller snatched his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. "And you couldn't have gotten to the fucking point sooner." His fingers moved quickly, ignoring whatever Tommy was talking about in the background, as he clicked around hastily to call your number.

His grip on the rolled-up paper tightened while a sigh fell from his lips, dropping the phone again, "Of course, she won't pick up..."

Within a second, he pushed the floorplan into his brother's grip and took his helmet off the decorate Tommy's head with it instead, "Congrats," he patted his shoulder, "You just got promoted for the day."

"Wh-"

"I'll be back in a bit. I'm gonna go check on her," he was already brushing past the younger Miller, jogging towards his car, "You keep everyone else in check in the meantime!"

"I got ya!" Tommy shouted back at him, "Make sure she's okay!" Before Joel disappeared in the parking lot after sending him a last thumbs up.

The entire car ride was filled with heavy breaths leaving the older man's lips, curse word after curse word echoing through the small space - Sarah's curse jar would've gotten filled to the brim if she had been there to hear him.

He knew it wasn't a good idea to let you go to work today. No matter how stubborn could get, he deeply regretted not starting a possible discussion to keep you home. Now he had to rush back home in hopes of finding you there still on your feet, while his heart was daring to break through his ribs and chest. Never before had the drive to your shared house felt so damn long, even though he was sure to have broken multiple laws.

You insisting on not getting a car was making his anger bubble up just a tad more. You had told him that Tommy and he each having one was enough, and that you were more than happy using the public transport. Joel had given into that way too quickly. Your sweet voice tended to have that effect on him. But now, knowing that you had to take the bus after almost blacking out-

He didn't even want to think about that. Please let that blonde co-worker of yours have lied to Tommy. Or maybe she just heard a rumour going around the office - that shit travelled quicker than lightspeed according to your tellings.

Before his thinking could make his brain explode, he pulled into the driveway, leaving the car outside of the garage and sprinted to the door. He, once again, found it unlocked, making him almost shake his head - how was their daughter ever supposed to learn to lock the door when even you, her biggest role model at the time wasn't doing it. But that was a conversation for another time.

Once he busted through the front door, his eyes scanned the living room hastily. You not appearing right then and there just sent another wave of anxiety through his body. Joel continued to look for you in the kitchen. Still not here. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. That's when he heard a thud coming from upstairs. He didn't waste another moment and raced up the set of stairs.

"Darlin'?" He called out for you. Before he could reach the top, your head popped out from the doorway leading to your shared room. A breath of relief washed over him.

You glanced at him in confusion, "What the hell are you doing here?" Joel ignored your question, coming up to stop in front of you, gently getting a hold of your jaw to get a good look at your face.

"Joel-" you swatted his hand away, "Wh-"

"Why didn't you call me?"

"What?"

Another sigh tumbled from his lips as he walked back downstairs after making sure you didn't hurt yourself on the way home. He still noticed your red nose and the slight scratch in your voice, so he was already planning on making you a second cup of tea.

"Why didn't you call me?" Joel repeated the question while moving through the kitchen to get everything he needed.

You followed him into the dining space, tightening the sweatpants you had put on after taking a shower as soon as you had arrived home. "Why call you? And what are you doing here?" Followed by a cough.

"Call me?!" He turned his entire body to look at you, "Maybe because you blacked out at work?!" He didn't dare to raise his voice much, just making sure the tone was enough to let you know how serious he was about this subject.

"W-...," you shifted on your feet, crossing your arms over your chest. "How do you know about that?"

The oldest Miller took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, "Your co-worker called Tommy. Sweeth-"

"How does my co-worker know Tommy?"

"It doesn't matt-"

"Yes, it does!" You argued back, now standing in the kitchen with him, your back resting against the counter.

One look from your husband was enough to tell you everything you needed to know.

You sent him an unamused facial expression. "No, he doesn't."

"Yes, he does," he nodded gently, pouring the hot water into the mug he had prepared for you.

"Joel-"

"It's not import-"

"It is to me!"

"What do you want me to do about it?" He wondered, placing the cup of tea right next to you.

You shrugged, "I don't know... Castrate him."

A chuckle fell from his lips followed by a sigh, looking up at the ceiling with his eyes closed before his gaze stopped on you again. He couldn't stay mad at you for long when you looked at him with those kind eyes and that little smile you were trying to hide.

"Why didn't you call me?" He brushed your wet hair away from your face, securing it behind your ear, his voice now back to the gentle tone you're used to.

"There was no reason to."

"You almost blacked-"

"I didn't," you interrupted him, "I got dizzy. I didn't black out. And before anything could happen, my boss sent me home. Nothing bad happened."

"But it could've," he reasoned.

"But it didn't." Your statement wasn't enough to convince him.

"Are we gonna fight about that now?"

You smirked, "Not if you just drop it and believe me. Instead of that desperate housewife of a co-worker, I have."

Joel closed his eyes for a quick second before nodding towards the mug on the counter beside you. "Drink your tea."

With a smile still plastered on your face, you opened your arms and took a step forward to wrap your arms around his torso. Not even a second passed before your husband engulfed you in a hug, his rough hand holding the back of your head close to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," lifting your head to catch his eyes, "I didn't mean to."

He glanced down at you, cupping your face in his palms, his thumbs tracing invisible lines of your cheeks. "I told you to stay home today."

"You did," you admitted.

"And Sarah said so too."

"Yep, she also did that."

"So you're gonna listen to us from now on?"

You put your thinking face on, pressing your lips into a thin line. "I'll think about it."

Joel shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss onto your forehead, mumbling against it, "You're gonna be the death of me, darlin'. Don't scare me like that again."

You chuckled, tightening your arms around him, "I'm sorry. I won't." Placing a loving peck on his chest once he let his arms wrap around you again. "I love you."

"I love you too," he declared like he always did, giving the top of your head another kiss.

A few seconds passed before you felt a soft pat on your butt and Joel freeing himself from your embrace, reaching behind you to place the mug into your hands.

"What do you need from the pharmacy?"

You lifted your shoulders, moving to sit at the dining table, "I don't know. Nothing, I think. It's just a cold, it'll go away."

"Darlin'," Joel's eyes didn't leave your form, "My throat hurts listenin' to you talk."

"Wow," you lifted your head to glare at him with an open mouth, "You really know how to compliment a woman, don't ya?"

He smirked, "I thought that's why you married me."

"Among other things, sure," you copied his facial expression as he got closer to you again to place the back of his hand on your forehead.

"Did you check your temperature?"

You shook your head, "Not yet, I took a shower right when I got here."

"Alright," he grunted, getting his phone out of his back pocket to check for any missed messages, "I'll go see what the pharmacy has and get a few things from the store for soup."

"Joel, I'll be fine just resting-"

"Do you want me to drag you to the doctor's office?" That question made you shut your mouth tightly. He knew how much you hated doctors and hospitals - that bastard used your weaknesses against you. He earned himself a glare from you.

"I'll take anything the pharmacy gives you."

The corners of his lips curled into a proud grin as he lowered his head to peck the top of your hair once again. "That's my girl." In the next moment, he was out the door, and you heard the roar of his engine.

Joel didn't cook rarely. Every now and then, you'd get the gift of his cooking - well... the gift of watching him cook since the food itself usually turned out... alright. Eyeing him in such a domestic scene was much more of what you'd be thankful for. But now, you didn't even get to enjoy the sight of him in the kitchen, thanks to him forcing you to stay on the couch, the TV being your only form of entertainment.

"Joel!" You cried out loud, "Please let me help!" Almost begging him since you knew, you'd eventually have to eat whatever he was putting together in the other room.

"Don't you even dare get up from there!" He shouted back before the clanking of pots and pans hurt your head, only motivating the headache that had started an hour ago.

"But-"

"No discussion!" You rolled your eyes. Normally, Sarah was in your position, and you or Joel would be in the kitchen, telling her the exact same thing. With you now right there, you were starting to understand the frustration of the little girl.

"I'm ill! I'm not dying!"

You heard his heavy footsteps before your eyes fell on his body stopping in the doorway, a kitchen towel in his grip. "Don't say stuff like that. And drink that," he motioned towards the medicine he had mixed up for you before disappearing again. You didn't even want to look at that glass. The colour that fluid had, looked toxic and like it shouldn't be consumed by a human. It smelled just like that as well.

"But it stinks!"

"You know, you're starting to sound like Sarah?" Making you roll your eyes. You were a big girl. You could do this.

With disgust written all over your face, you reached for the glass and without much more debating, knowing you'd back out of it, you chucked the whole thing in one big gulp. Noises of repulsion immediately left your lips that you clearly faked yet couldn't hold back.

Joel entered the room, a bowl in one hand, and a mug in the other.

"You're being dramatic," he commented on your actions, setting everything down on the coffee table in front of you.

"Maybe," you groaned, "But this shit is revolting."

"It'll help you get better."

"I sure hope so," you scoffed, leaning forward to get a hold of the mug.

He took a seat next to you, the pills he had bought for you now in his hand, out of their packages. He handed them to you, to which you grimaced. You hated swallowing pills.

"Take them," he rolled his eyes.

"You know, my mom doesn't believe in pills." She was a very spiritual person.

Joel took a deep breath, "I know. I talked to her about it."

"Oooh, yeah!" You laughed out loud, slapping his upper arm as the memory of their discussion at your wedding came back to you. Sarah was recovering from a cold she had, and while your mother was talking Joel's ear off about herbs and oils that would help, he stood his ground on his opinion about trusting whatever medicine she had been described - your mother did not agree with that.

He shoved his hand closer to you. "Just because your mother doesn't like them, doesn't mean you don't, right?"

You shrugged to answer him.

"You want me to grind them for you? Put them under some food?"

"No, no," you snatched the pills out of the palm of his outstretched hand - your other hand got a hold of the mug. One pill after the other, you threw it down your throat, a shiver going down your spine after each. Joel watched you grimace in amusement, his hand running down the back of your head with a smile.

"Good girl," he kissed your cheek, which earned him a death glare from you. His eyes widened, "What?"

"You know what that does to me, and you won't even kiss me!" You whined, throwing yourself back against the backrest of the sofa, a cough following.

A laugh erupted from your husband as his hand landed on your thigh, rubbing and squeezing it gently. You tried pushing it away, but that only entertained him more.

"Take your medicine and I'll kiss you all that much more once you get better," he grinned, placing multiple pecks on the side of your head and pulling you into his chest.

"Is that a promise?" You teased, feeling him shake from chuckling.

"That's a vow."

"Darlin'."

You felt a soft shake against your shoulder and fingertips tracing your face.

"Darlin'."

A groan came from you in response as you opened your eyes, making realise you must have fallen asleep earlier. Your eyes danced around the room - you were still on the couch in the living room. They landed on the body hovering above you. Joel smiled as your gazes met.

"I gotta go back to check on Tommy and the guys, but Sarah's here now. She'll take care of you until I come back."

You shook your head and scrunched your eyebrows, "No, what about school?"

"She just got back."

"And homework? Friends?" You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, "I'm sure looking after an adult is the last thing she'd want to do-"

"No, don't worry-"

"I want to look after you, mum!" Sarah interrupted her father, skipping into the living room, with another mug in her hands. You were starting to get tired of seeing them.

You smiled at your daughter, "That's very nice of you, Sweetie. But it's so pretty outside, don't you want to go do something?"

"Not if I know you're here sick," she quickly answered before exiting the living room again.

Joel watched her leave, a proud look on his face as he turned his attention back to you.

"She's too kind for her own good," you commented.

"I wonder who she got that from," he smiled, caressing your cheek with his fingers, making you roll your eyes. Joel crouched down to be on eye-level with you, lowering his voice as well, his fingers not leaving your skin. "You wanna go upstairs? I think the bed might be a bit more comfortable."

You nodded while he straightened his back, standing back up on his two feet.

He nudged his head, "Come one." Reaching out his hand for you to take, but you had a different idea. You shook your head with a pout and opened your arms. Joel chuckled with a shake of his head. He could've expected that. Your husband didn't need to be told twice before leaning down, pulling the blanket off you and moving one arm underneath your knees with his other wrapping around your back to cup you up.

He couldn't help but let a quiet groan fall from his lips as he moved back up. With a chuckle, you slapped his chest,

"Come on, old man." A grin spread on his face, followed by pretending to let you fall, making you screech and wrap your hands tight behind his neck, "Joel!"

"Call me old again, and I'll drop you for real, sweetheart."

He felt your loving eyes on him as he carefully took step after step, carrying you safely upstairs.

"You wouldn't do that." Poking his chest to tease him.

You're right. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He would never drop you. You were safe with him. For now and forever.

Only moments after Joel left you alone in the bedroom, another pair of feet echoed through the upstairs hallway. Sarah appeared in the doorway, a beautiful smile decorating her face while holding tightly onto a bowl.

"Dad said you fell asleep before you could eat, so I heated it up again." She got closer to the bed, placing the dish on the nightstand to your right.

"You didn't have to do that," you pushed yourself to sit up on the bed, "But thank you."

"Wait for me," she quickly told you before rushing out of the room, leaving you for about a minute before coming back, another bowl and a book in her grip.

"You're eating your dad's cooking?" You jokingly wondered as she made herself comfortable on the other side of the bed.

"I'm very brave, I know." Her answer made both of you chuckle in chorus. Jokes about Joel's cooking would never get old.

With the two of you holding onto your bowls, you went in first to get a taste of what you had expected to be the most tasteless watery substance you could imagine. You were surprised by multiple layers of flavours. Sarah hummed in agreement.

"Oh wow," you commented.

The little girl nodded, "Not bad, dad. Not bad."

"Not bad indeed. I was ready for something else."

"I was ready to run to the bathroom and spit it out," Sarah stated, making you laugh.

You fell into a comfortable conversation, asking her about her day and what she was up to later in the day, only to get "obviously, looking after you. Just because dad can cook all of a sudden, doesn't mean he won't need my help," in response.

The girl had her way with words.

After you finished cleaning out the bowls, Sarah brought them back downstairs, only to join you in the bed again minutes later. Before she made herself comfortable again, she made sure you'd have tissues, a glass of water, and some pills Joel told her to keep close, right on the nightstand.

"Are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow or-"

"I'm perfectly fine, Sarah," you patted her hand as she laid down next to you.

"Alright, but tell me if you need anything."

You nodded with a chuckle, "I will."

After closing your eyes, you could feel her moving and rustling as she reached out to get something.

"I have to read this book for school. Can I read it out loud to you?" She wondered, placing it in her lap, glancing to the side to see your eyes looking up at her.

"Of course, sweetie." You pulled the covers tighter around your body, ready to listen to her soft voice. "What book are you reading?"

"Sweet Valley High," she told you with a deep sigh, opening the book on the page she had left it.

"You don't sound fond of it," her clear annoyance made you want to smile. You knew exactly why she probably didn't enjoy the piece of literature her teacher had assigned them to read.

"Because I'm not," she stated with a scoff. "This is ridiculous. It's a terrible book with a terrible plot."

"It can't be that bad if it's school literature, sweetie." You tried to explain, hoping to give her a sense of understanding, even though you could imagine how annoyed she must feel.

"But it is!" She whined, "Our teacher probably only gave us to read that because more than half of the class are girls. Ridiculous..."

Before she could even read the first word on the page, she closed the book again. "Can I please read one of yours?" That question wasn't unfamiliar to you. It happened more than you'd like to admit - a 14-year-old asking for books of yours because she found the literature for her age 'boring and all the same' and had even called some authors 'possible illiterates, as well as the teachers for assigning such books'. In reality, she was just unchallenged, and you were more than happy to help with that. But you still had to remember your role as an adult and, more importantly, her mother.

"But you have to read this book, Sarah."

"And I'll get to that once I have the patience," she got up from the bed. "I promise. But right now... I need to read something better than some girl's high school drama." And disappeared, not waiting for an answer from you.

Once she was back, you were already half asleep, but still noticed it when she found her way back next to you, humming in happiness as she made herself comfortable.

Before sleep took over you completely, you heard the first words fall from her lips, "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents-"

You smiled to yourself. She chose Little Women, one of your favourites.

The moving covers and rustling made you open your eyes again. You were still laying on your right side, in the same position you had fallen asleep in. The only difference now was, Sarah wasn't next to you anymore. Instead, she got replaced by her father, who was not so subtly, trying to get into bed without waking you.

Joel found your eyes trained on him, making him immediately stop, the bed sheets in his hand up in the air, "Sorry, darlin', I didn't want to wake ya."

"It's okay," you mumbled, moving closer to him as soon as he got under the covers, "You were never smooth or quiet at moving around anyways, Miller." Your legs interlocked with his, making sure you were as close to him as you could be. You had spent enough time apart, now was your time to enjoy having him right there next to you.

He chuckled at your confession, "I'm sorry." Once you were cuddled up to his side, he lifted his arm to wrap around you and place your head on his chest, but that was interrupted with a groan as he pulled something up from underneath him.

"Was Sarah readin' this?"

You opened your eyes and nodded, the soft smile back on your lips.

"Why on earth is she readin' a book from the last century?" He always remembered the little details you told him about the books and authors you loved.

"The more important question is why aren't you reading books from the last century," you poked his chest. Joel placed it on the nightstand and grabbed your hand into his bigger one, warming it up with the natural heat of his palm.

"You're right, I shouldn't have asked," he quickly commented before changing the subject. "How are you feelin'?"

"Better... I think," a yawn escaped from your throat, followed by a soft cough, "I slept pretty much the entire afternoon."

"That's good," his hand found your back, rubbing it in a comforting way. "You're supposed to sleep a lot."

You nodded. "How was work? Did the guys behave?"

"Yeah," he grinned, "Mostly. Tommy says sorry for sleeping with your co-worker, but also, and I quote, 'The ladies want, what the ladies want. And who am I to deny them of that'."

A moan in disgust erupted from you, "Oh god... He's disgusting." You both chuckled.

A few seconds of silence were shared with Joel's hand running up and down your body before he spoke again.

"You ate the soup?"

"Yeah, Sarah heated it up for me. And she also had a bowl." You lifted your head to look at him, "And we must admit, you did surprisingly well."

"What do you mean surprisingly?" He sounded genuinely curious about your answer as he glared down at you. "What were you expecting?"

"I don't know... but you know..."

"What do I know?"

"You're not the best cook, Joel," you admitted with a gentle smile, "So we were prepared for the worst."

"The worst?" He scoffed, "You two are unbelievable," and turned his head away from you, making you giggle.

"Joel," you whined, but the grin didn't leave your face, "Come on," you sat up straighter to cup his cheeks and turn his head to face you. But that man had his eyes closed. "Look at me." He shook his head. "Look at me, Joel."

"I'm not looking at you until you apologize."

"Are you serious?" You tried to contain your laughter as well as you possibly could, remembering that a girl was sleeping across the small hallway from you. "You know your talent isn't in cooking, handsome." Your fingers brushed through his hair as you caught him finally looking at you again.

"I actually didn't know that I was such a bad man in the kitchen, but thank you for the critique, I guess," he tried to keep the annoyed facial expression, but it was cut off by your synced laughter echoing through the room. He damn well knew about it. Sarah never let him hear the end of it. He will forever be 'an okay cook and a terrible baker'.

The sounds coming from you died down the moment your gazes met again, your fingers tracing his jaw.

"Would a kiss be apology enough?"

His face scrunched up, "With all of that bacteria still in your body?" You tried. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed yourself away from him, ready to turn around and go back to sleep, but his grip on your wrists stopped you. Joel pulled you in again, his lips hovering less than an inch above yours.

"I couldn't ask for a better apology," he whispered, making you grin. You won. There was no way that man could go more than a day without stealing a kiss from you, and that's just what you wanted.

With that smirk still plastered on your face, you tilted your head up to finally meet the soft touch of his lips, pressing yours against his mouth. You would be ready to care for him once that man flu hit him, and you knew you would have Sarah right there with you as well.

joel taglist: @corvusmorte

pedro taglist: @leslieelainetrask

#joel miller #pedro pascal #x reader #one shot #imagine #imagines #series #the last of us #pre!outbreak #tlou #hbo #fluff

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cleolinda · 4 months

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I am so fucking pissed. We’re hearing forecasts that we might get FIVE FUCKING INCHES OF SNOW overnight from Monday to Tuesday. In ALABAMA, where we have no snow removal equipment. Like I think we got one bag of sand for the whole town. No snow tires, I don’t even know what those are. This isn’t cute “Haha it’s just barely below freezing! Snowball fight!!!” snow. This is 14° Fuck (-11° Come the Fuck On) snow. FIVE INCHES? We get flurries and the city descends into madness.

What if we lose POWER. Everything runs off USB cord stuck in the outlet charging nowadays. This is why everyone used to run out and buy Milk Bread Batteries. Listen. I have this memory of the power going out during this wild snowstorm when I was a kid--I want to say it was Winter Storm '93. Ask anyone who lived in Alabama at the time. Like we had Desert Storm '92 the military operation one year and Winter Storm '93 the next. It was that serious in our minds, and I'm not sure you can blame us:

The storm dumped several inches of snow each hour on Birmingham, which ended up with officially 13 inches of snow.

Due to the high winds some parts of Birmingham reported drifts 5 to 6 feet deep. One state trooper reported that the roads were in the worst shape he had ever seen. "People can't tell what's road and what's not."

Low temperatures during the storm were in the 5-to-10 degree range on that Sunday.

IN A TOWN WHERE WE DON'T KNOW WHAT A SNOW PLOW IS. I think we had one for the entire county. Like I'm only kind of joking here.

And our power went out.

The snow was so heavy that it pulled down power lines either by its own weight, or by the tree branches its weight broke off. Meanwhile, the power at my house already went off every time a squirrel sneezed. I don't how many days this lasted; it was probably like, 2-3 days, but in my head, I was 14 years old boxed up with my family with no heat and it lasted two weeks. Maybe three years. The four of us slept in sleeping bags layered with quilts, huddled on the floor around a wood burning fire. (In the haunted house, no less.) The carpet was really nice, at least. We had a--do people still call them boomboxes? A big portable cassette player--battery-powered--with AM/FM radio. We listened to whatever TV shows were broadcast from the ABC station at night. We did have hot water; I took a lot of hot baths. We cooked food over the outdoor grill (which we moved to the comfortably large area under the deck, to hold off the falling snow), sometimes using aluminum foil as a kind of thin impromptu frying pan, and kept perishables like milk and meat in a cooler. Oh, did we have a bag of ice for the cooler? No, we used snow. God knows there was enough of it. Of course, I'm sure the refrigerator was perfectly serviceable even without power, because it was TEN DEGREES FUCK ALL.

I remember going outside a good bit and playing, as much as a teenager plays, in the snow with my seven-year-old sister. I remember that all the neighborhood kids got big rubber trashcan lids and used them as toboggans, going up to the top of the hill on our street and pretty successfully sledding down. Maybe it was "lmao snowball fight!!" snow when I was 14. I'm 45 now, and the cold makes me hurt. It makes me hurt all over. Maybe Winter Storm '24 will be a fun core memory for my nephew. I am pissed. And also charging all my electronics.

(ETA: It’s ‘24 now, isn’t it. My brain hasn’t clicked the date over yet. What is time.)

#me for some reason #long post

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multifanatics · 1 year

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Waiting Out a Storm

A/N: I put nearly everyone in this so I could get a taste of their characters. I nearly fell asleep writing this so hopefully its not horrible.

Warnings: Sexual content, General fluffiness, Anxiety due to storms, There could be more that I didn't think of.

Edward Nygma // Riddler

It’s raining and he’s unable to hear himself think against the loud noise of the wind.

He’s annoyed nonetheless, he can’t get work done in these conditions.

Makes himself hot chocolate and steals all the blankets in the house.

If you're nice to him he’ll maybe share one blanket but don’t count on it.

If the power goes out and there’s nothing to do.

He’s offering you to warm him up.

He gets cold and hates being cold.

He’s miserable and makes it your problem more than it is his.

If you seem nervous or scared because of the storm he may be more accommodating to letting you have blankets. MAYBE.

One way or another definitely leads to sex.

Victor Fries // Freeze

It’s snowing in Gotham? It’s Christmas for Victor.

The wind and heavy snow he’ll be outside the entire time.

That is of course if you aren’t at all nervous due to the blizzard.

If you are that’s alright, He’ll stay inside for you.

Making sure you are warm enough.

You both are going to sit on the couch and watch your favorite movie.

Power goes out? May not be what you want but he’s willing to play chess or any other type of board game with you.

If you ask him, he may be willing to try and keep you warmer. Even if his body temperature is lower then the current storm.

Keeps you wrapped up in blankets no matter what.

His body temperature can handle the negatives but yours can’t or at least shouldn’t.

Harvey Dent // Two Face

Harvey hates storms, while Harv doesn’t mind them.

Harvey will cuddle you under piles of blankets clinging to you for warmth.

While Harv will more than likely be found outside if the coin allows him to be.

Otherwise Harv is indoors and clung to you in a much different way than Harvey.

Harv typically has his hands on your hips, chin on your shoulder everywhere you go.

While Harvey is much more a pile of blankets and cuddles.

Human furnace and knows it.

Harv would be much more open to fucking for warmth, even offers.

Harvey strikes me as the kind of man who would build a pillow fort during a storm if you’re both anxious or the power is out.

While Harv would be fine just falling asleep.

Jonathan Crane // Scarecrow

One of the first things you told him was your fear of storms.

And now he gets to watch how you react.

He does not leave your side during the storm for personal reasons that can range from your warmth to your fear.

Horror movies, blankets, and hot chocolate.

If the power goes out? Horror stories with a flashlight like they do at camps in October.

Cuddle him and tell him about your fear he was a psychiatrist after all maybe he can help… or make it much worse by accident, possibly.

I’m in the middle of him waiting for you to offer sex or he doesn’t enjoy it during a storm.

I see him as a “No power, no problem.” kind of guy and somehow getting everything he needed done.

He gets cold and sort of carries around a blanket like a cape. Over his shoulders and occasionally encasing him if he stands still.

Paranoia is his specialty, don't try to hide it from him, he’ll find out anyway.

Jervis Tetch // Mad Hatter

Tea party in the dark even if the power is working.

Definitely at least a little bit anxious himself.

Is against any kind of “more heat” ideas you can think of.

He has a routine, hiding in blankets and drinking tea in the dark and silence.

Though since you’re there maybe it doesn’t have to be silent.

Sharing blankets is a must with him, maybe not all cuddly but definitely share your blankets.

Can be clinging if he’s extra anxious.

He keeps the power off even if it’s working. He can’t hypnotize the lights to stay on so he rather not have the surprise.

Super sweet if you are anxious as well.

Recites his favorite poetry, books, or lines from a movie.

Joker

His current hideout has a backup generator so don’t worry about the lights going out

What? If there’s no lights how is he supposed to know if people actually enjoy his jokes?

He’s nowhere to be seen except you know he’s in the same place as you.

He takes this time to get more work done.

If you need him for warmth you can sit on his lap while he works.

If he doesn’t have anything to get done? He’ll drive you mad with a bunch of different jokes.

He doesn’t cuddle and he won’t screw around during a storm.

Gives you blankets then sits next to you.

He doesn’t get cold, maybe a little bit but it’s not something he can’t handle.

If you’re anxious he can always offer a kiss and some jokes.

Oswald Cobblepot // Penguin

It’s storming? Since when?

He has to look outside to know it’s storming.

He’s not at all phased by any type of storm unless he’s caught wind of someone plotting against him.

You need to voice to him you’re nervous and want him to stay around otherwise he’ll be off working.

If you voice to him you are anxious he’ll offer to watch a movie or something.

He’s burying you in the warmest blankets if you say you’re cold and you have goosebumps.

He’s actually very understanding and not very bothered by you at all.

It was about time he took a break anyway.

He has backup generators for backup generators he has power in all ways that matter.

If you want to screw around he’ll cockwarm but he’s only going to mess around if the mood takes him.

Harleen Quinzel // Harley Quinn

She complains.

She hates the cold but surprisingly doesn't mind storms.

Harley will cuddle or at least fall asleep on your chest or shoulder.

Will steal your blankets.

Clingy in a non clingy way. She’ll go up to you and stare at you until you get a clue, if you don’t then she minds her own business.

Definitely down for messing around, much more teasing.

She will do whatever the hell you want too.

She’ll talk about the days before she became Harley Quinn, and how much colder the cells are at Arkham.

If you manage to snuggle up to her she’ll share her blankets.

She clears all anxiety with her degree.

Pamley Isley // Poison Ivy

Claims its nature letting go.

LOVES storms and doesn’t mind the cold.

Checks on her plants during the storm.

Disregards you unless you pay attention to her.

Say you're cold and she will make the best herbal tea.

She’s calming your anxiety with talk of which plants grow better in the cold and why they need the cold.

She understands nature and wants nothing more than to ensure everything she likes is alright.

She shares her blankets with you.

Would watch whatever.

You fall asleep and she’ll leave you a few blankets and go outside to enjoy the storm.

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maulfucker · 4 months

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Ok so. This is less concrete thoughts and more scattered ideas but.

Dathomirian Zabrak biology speculations/thoughts!

While at first glance it looks like males are the only ones who have different skin colors and the females are all pale, we do see at least one Nightsister with darker skin (the one whose facial markings are white and resemble a skull), meaning skin pigmentation is present in both but manifests differently in males vs females!

(This is much like birds where the females are the neutral-colored ones while the males have more vibrant colorations and are expected to impress the females to be picked as a mate)

And it's very curious to me that iridonians have very human-like skin tones, while dathomirians ended up having two extremes, either having very vibrant skin ranging from yellow to red, or very pale skin ranging from white to dark gray, both outside the human (and iridonian) range

I think if a transgender dathomirian had HRT their skin color would gradually change with it (much like how birds can change coloration depending on their hormones)

The fact that males have no hair and females have no horns seems very random to me and I will not be thinking about the hair thing but I will say:

Have you looked at Mother Talzin's head shape. Have you seen how strangely tall it looks. What if. What if females "lack" horns because instead of growing at just a few specific points their entire skulls grow and elongate over their lifetimes.

This makes sense if you consider that they live in a "dense jungle" type environment where things (fruits, branches, predators..) can fall on their heads all the time. Having a thicker skull would probably help avoid a cracked skull from constantly getting hit in the head by falling stuff

(No idea what about the hair thing though. Maybe it's something to do with gene interactions. Like whatever gene makes their skin so saturated also deactivates the "have hair" genes. or maybe nightsisters are all wearing wigs and none of them actually grow hair)

Speaking of the geography of the planet, I think it's pretty sad that we never really get a good look of what the Nightbrothers' region looks like outside the village and some mountain terrain around it. Is it more sunny than the Nightsisters' side and that's why their skin adapted to have more color while the females' adapted to lose color? Or is it a seasonal thing and we just never got to see another season in the shows? Or is the village just built in a place that's so high the mist doesn't reach it? We get the sense that it's cold, at least at night, so why are they dressed in such light clothes? In fact, is it hot where the Nightsisters live, or is the entire species more adapted to colder temperatures and that's why they all wear so little?

What would happen if you crossed a dathomirian zabrak with a species that also has non-human skin tones but not linked to sexual dimorphism. Like what if you had a pantoran-zabrak cross, since pantorans are on the opposite side of the color wheel. Do you think they'd be an extremely vibrant blue or yellow-orange-red, or a middle ground, like green? Or perhaps an extreme outside both species' range, like purple? Do you think the "no saturation" gene would take over and make them gray no matter the gender?

#hm i should make an original post tag #dathomir #dathomirian zabraks #star wars #here you go. biology speculations <3 #this was mostly because i was extremely Thinking about the transgender skin change thing really. and the tall head thing.#i want more facts to think about but i don't like how canon treats dathomirians #they have very visible parallels to native (esp. amerindian) peoples. with the being an isolated people. and having their children stolen.#and being massacred and no one ever mentioning it. and the males being called violent animals. and treated as less civilized. and #so yeah I am picking them up and running away. my toys now. i can respect them better than mr white man in cowboy hat. or whoever else.#by that skin tone logic maul's red skin would be equivalent to a darker skin. btw.#my brown punk maul agenda keeps winning

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melonba11s · 6 months

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Not Home For The Holidays

A fic for the true beginning of the holiday season! Enjoy your first christmas season with Strade!

Contains: Some slight domestic horror, Tense feelings, MC is a bit emotional.

It was a normal morning. As normal as it could get under Strade. You were careful as you got up trying not to agitate your fresh wounds from last night, stretching to try and release tension in muscles that you didn’t even know existed before you met Strade.

Leaving the bedroom and silently moving into the hall, you run into Ren. He gives you a half grin that quickly stops, as it stretches the fresh gash on his jaw. It would probably scar. But scars were no longer something to sob over or brag about. They were just a part of life now.

“Good Morning.” You said, your voice still fogged with sleep. Ren nodded, touching his tender jaw.

“Mornin’” he said, experimenting with talking, frowning as he tried to figure out the best way to talk without causing himself pain. Strade liked it when you talked. Either to him, or eachother so he could listen.

“Coffee?” You continued to walk, listening to Ren as he gave a grunt of agreement.

The morning went on quietly, just enjoying eachothers passive company as you prepared coffee and Ren put a pan on the stove, checking the fridge. Something easy to chew for him, but hearty and filling. It was December 1st, and the weather matched it.

A chill had settled throughout the house, a layer of cold air keeping close to the ground, freezing your toes. A mug of coffee, some fluffy scrambled eggs, maybe some oatmeal. An old fashioned breakfast, but one that would warm you both up from the inside.

Both of you stiffened up though when the basement door opened, announcing that Strade was awake.

“Scheisse! Cold morning isn’t it? I’m stiff all over… Though maybe we can blame that on the basement couch.” Strade laughed, though neither you or Ren joined in, back towards him. You both barely managed a sideways glance at each other.

“What's going on?” Strade asked, suddenly appearing behind the two of you, hand on each of your shoulders. Ren’s ears were flat, but he was attempting to calm himself down. You should too.

Strade should have gotten it out of his system yesterday, right? Nothing horrible would happen now. You could answer normally without worrying about your bare hand being pressed against the stovetop, or hot coffee poured over your face.

“B-Breakfast…” You said slowly, trying to gauge Strades reaction without looking at him. “Eggs, Oatmeal, and some Coffee. There’s some in the pot for you.” You stopped talking as Strades fingers curled around your shoulder, squeezing a little tightly.

“Schatz. Fuchs. Look at me.” You didn’t want to. Ren didn’t want to. You both did anyways, chins lightly brushing at the collars resting at your throats. Strade looked between the two of you, grinning.

“Pour me a cup, will ya? And you know what, ‘Tis the season! Add a bit of milk for me.” He let out a laugh, apparently enjoying how he had struck fear into both of you with a few simple words. Strade turned around and walked to the front door, no doubt about to grab the morning paper.

“It looks like snow!” His joyful voice rang through the house like a bell as he shouted back. A tickle of the outside’s freezing temperature reached the kitchen before he slammed the door shut, coming back with the paper.

Both you and Ren shared a look, a small smile, finally relaxing, at least a little. It was over, you could both relax for now. You did as he asked, pouring him a cup of coffee, leaving room as Ren began to pour in some milk.

You glanced at Ren, mildly confused, as he reached into the cupboard. He shuffled items around for a bit, then took out the jars of cinnamon and nutmeg.

“It’s the holiday season.” he shrugged, beginning to sprinkle a light dusting of the festive flavors over the top of the coffee.

Strade was sitting at the kitchen table now, opening up the paper.

“Hmph, already got the christmas ads up…” Strade grumbled, raising his chin to Ren in thanks as Ren set the coffee down. You watched, with bated breath, as he took a sip. A smile on his scruffy cheeks at first, savoring the unexpected flavors of spices.

“You’re getting really into the season, aren’t you Ren?” he asked, referencing the extra spices on his coffee. Unasked for, but not disliked.

Ren perked up a bit.

“I like it. The lights are pretty and everything feels cozier, doesn’t it?” You busied yourself with the eggs as Ren spoke.

“Hmm.” Strade’s voice had a flat tone to it. “I guess. I don’t really have family to visit, I usually spend my holidays alone, maybe watch a special or two.”

Your heart gave a small twinge of sympathy. You had a lot of happy memories of the holiday season, family and friends. Spending time with people you didn’t get to see often, the smell of pine and peppermint cocoa, playing in the snow. The idea that someone who loved people as much as Strade viewed it as a lonelier time made you feel a rare bout of sympathy for him.

And suddenly your heart ached. Because you’d never experience those things again. Not as long as Strade held the remote to your collar and the keys to the house.

“Are you alright?” Ren whispered, leaning in. You realized that your eyes had quickly filled with tears as reality set in again. The reality of all you had lost when Strade clipped that collar onto you, the reality you had forgotten in an attempt to protect yourself.

“I’m fine.” you shot back, quickly blinking the tears away, pushing the happy memories and melancholy back down again. Now wasn’t the time.

You both worked to put together breakfast, before sitting at the table with a Strade who had become oddly silent, buried in the paper. He chanced a look at him, seeing an oddly solemn expression on his face. Then, just as you finished the last of your coffee…

“I guess I won’t be alone this year though, will I?” Strade set the paper down, his eyes suddenly shining.

“... None of us will.” Ren said. “... Can we-” He was cut off as Strade stood up.

“I guess that means I should go all out! You two watch the house, I’m heading out.” You had never seen Strade look so excited over something that didn’t involve a lot of pain on your end. He picked up his mug and downed the rest of his coffee, a small amount running down the side of his mouth. He quickly wiped his face, and set his now empty mug down on the table before heading for the door.

“I’ll be back later!” He said, a rustle of him throwing on his coat and boots before he opened the door. And with that, the door slammed shut. Both you and Ren sat at the table, looking at each other in bewilderment as the car started up. It was only when it faded away, leaving you both truly alone that you could both fully relax.

“... I guess he’s excited to have company for Christmas.” Ren said, beginning to pick up the used dishes at the table. You could only nod, back into stewing in your thoughts. It was safer to be emotional when Strade wasn’t around. You worked quickly to help Ren clean up, before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

The quick walk there felt slow, foggy. You held a hand to your chest to feel your heart as it picked up speed. It was only once the door was closed behind you that you let the first gasp escape your choked throat, and you slunk to the floor, burying your face into your hands.

Maybe it was just how it all built up, but crying in this situation didn’t make you feel better. It made you feel absolutely sick, thinking about how your life had been stolen from you. Your dreams thrown out and replaced only with Strade’s whims, and a time of the year that you had once loved so much…

It felt like a mockery of it all, having to spend it under him. You didn’t want to share hot cocoa with Strade, look at pretty lights with his hand on your shoulder. You didn’t want to sit there and pretend everything was normal and fine when he could turn to you at any moment and slide a knife under your skin or twist your arm behind your back until you screamed.

A festive song or eggnog wouldn’t change any of that. He was a sick bastard who had you under his thumb and he was going to rub it in now the entirety of December.

A soft knock at the door made you pull your face from your hands, leaving a mess of tears and snot in them.

“Come in.” Your voice was choked, and Ren appeared.

“... Are you alright?” he asked for the second time that day. And this time you could be honest.

“Not really.” you shuffled to sit against the wall, letting Ren sit next to you. A moment of silence before you heaved a sigh, deciding to say how you felt.

“I wish he’d just ignore it. Pretend it doesn’t exist. It’d be better than whatever he wants to do now. It will all feel so fake…” Ren made a noise of comfort, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“... If it helps, I don’t think he’s doing this to be mean or get a reaction from us.” he started, waiting to see how you reacted to those words before continuing.

“... Strade loves people, he told me before he doesn’t like winter because not many people are out and about, he doesn’t get to talk to them as much. But this year is different. He has us, whether we want to be here or not. We can make the best of what we have, can’t we? If we don’t, neither of us will survive.”

You hugged your knees, and leaned against your only true equal in the house. His tail wrapped around you, a form of comfort. You both stayed like that for who knows how long, Ren letting you cry on his shoulder. Ren at least understood that you wouldn’t feel better right away. That you needed a bit of time to get yourself together.

A while later, eyes dry, a few glasses of water, and after finding a tv channel playing some soft Christmas instrumental music, you were both on the living room floor. Neither of you had any idea what Strade was bringing back, but you wanted to partake in something festive. So paper snowflakes it was.

Ren had a better eye for it than you, crafting intricate giant flakes for the walls while yours ended up looking more generic. Still pretty though, finding different places to hang them on the walls. They didn’t stand out much against the beige, but it felt nice to at least be doing something.

Both of you came up with some other ideas as well. Popping popcorn and threading it together for simple garlands. Ren ventured into the basement for a short time and came back with twine and some old light bulbs Strade had never thrown out.

A few moments later with Ren’s direction, the two were turned into rustic looking decorative pears. You ended up laying them down on the TV stand, and even the wonkier ones looked nice.

The quiet time without Strade came to a close with some baking. Ren requested ingredients all the time, and luckily, the cabinets were stocked with the perfect essentials for cookies. Settling on Gingersnaps, making sure Ren kept his tail tucked back to prevent fur from getting into them.

The entire house smelt of molasses and spices as the last batch came out of the oven. And suddenly, the peace was shattered with the front door opening. Yet again a blast of cold air came in, and this time, a few flakes of snow as you heard a struggling grunt, and rustling of branches.

“Verdammt!” Strade grunted, and both you and Ren, curious but cautious, peaked around the corner. Whatever you expected Strade to return with, a giant tree wasn’t one of them. It was still wrapped in twine as he dragged it over the threshold, before glancing at you two, sweaty but smiling.

“Smells good in here! You two, get this into the living room for me. Find a spot for it, I got a stand back in the car for it” Passing off the struggle to you both, Strade stomped back into the cold.

The smell of fresh pine was invading your senses as you grabbed the smaller end, leaving Ren with the large part to rangle towards the living room. The next 15 minutes got more absurd, as Strade brought in not only a stand, but a new box of ornaments, several strands of lights, and candy canes.

You stared at him, mouth open as he finally tugged in the last bag of goodies before flopping on the couch, letting out a groan of exhaustion. His cheeks were rosy from the cold, his boots had tracked the freshly fallen snow into the house leaving small brackish puddles in the shape of foot prints.

And you had no idea how to feel. You wanted to cry again, you wanted to hug Strade for going all out, you wanted to be sick. But then Ren’s words echoed in your head.

“Make the best with what we have.”

You hadn’t even noticed Ren had left the room until he came back, a plate stacked with fresh cookies that he set down on the table.

“I know you don’t like sweets much, Strade, but I thought you’d enjoy some Gingersnaps.” Ren was so easily making the best of what he had. You reached towards the tree, which Strade had already put into its stand for you. The needles weren’t sharp enough to pierce you, they only tickled lightly. The heavy scent of a balsam fir had already permeated the living room.

“Mmph, good job.” Strade said, his voice heavy with food. “I see you both already did some decorating…. I like the popcorn strings.” he gave a grin, leaning back further into the couch as he kicked off his boots.

“You two can decorate the tree, you both probably have a better eye for it than me.” You glanced down at the boxes at your feet. A thrum of excitement went through you, excitement that you immediately tried to tamp down. What if Strade saw how happy this made you and decided to take it away?

You gingerly leaned down and picked up a string of lights first, glancing at Strade warily before beginning to unravel it. No matter how many times you looked at him, gaze trailing over his face for approval, his expression didn’t change.

“Go on, Schatz. Have fun. Both of you” He encouraged, grabbing the television remote and changing the channel.

Ren was already diving into the lights, his tail thumping against the floor as he plugged in the multicolored lights. The reds, blues, greens and yellows danced in his eyes as he grinned at you.

“Come on, help me put them on.” He said, beginning to wrestle with the branches of the tree.

You let go. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, letting the tension of having Strade so close melt away. He would hurt you again, but that didn’t matter right now. You needed to make the best of what you had.

And it became so easy too, bickering with Ren on the placement of different ornaments, the sparkling baubles and tinsel all serving to excite him. And it was such palpable excitement that it rubbed off on you.

Strade stayed sitting, watching and laughing as you two had your fun. You knew Strade liked seeing you in pain, crying, or mad. But it hadn’t occurred to you that he could enjoy seeing you happy as well. But it was obvious now, the way he sucked in the joy from you both and let it shine throughout his face, warming the entire room.

Finally after a few hours, you flopped onto the couch next to him, unable to help yourself as you pressed a cheek against his shoulder. A laugh, and an arm around you as he rubbed your upper arm.

“Tired out, Schatz?” he asked, as Ren joined you on the other side of Strade.

The house was still a little chilly, and you just nodded, pushing yourself closer against Strade to try and conserve some warmth. It was now dark outside, with snow pelting against the window as Strade turned the volume up on TV. Some weird sort of Hallmark Christmas special.

You reached forward and grabbed a cookie off the plate, beginning to nibble on it as an attractive woman on screen kissed an equally attractive man in front of a picturesque Christmas tree.

You were making the best with what you had, like Ren advised you too. You could forget about what Strade had done, for just a moment right now. Because right now, you were warm, snug against him with his arm draped over you. The house smelt like spices, pine and warmth.

You closed your eyes, letting the multi-color lights on the tree cast shapes against your eyelids. Maybe you could even look back on this time one day and view it as a happy memory. It would be far easier on yourself if you chose to enjoy your time here when you could.

So you chose to do just that, relaxing fully against Strade's side.

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can you do mcu Peter Parker x reader where the reader is really sick and takes medicine that makes them all sleepy so he takes care of her and helps her take a bath and even blow dries her hair for her. Thanks and I absolutely adore your writing 😘

oh thanks 🥺 im so glad to know you like my writing 🫶 hope you like this one too heh

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it was date night. you were sick on a date night. nothing could have been worse than that but at least peter was by your side. he had promised you a day before that he would come over as soon as the last bell rang and he’d seemed to kept up said promise because there was knocking at your window.

you opened your eyes and forced yourself out of bed, not wanting to get up but wanting peter to be by your side more than anything. you’d taken paracetamol for the fever which was making you super drowsy. making your way to the window with small steps, you unlocked it so that your boyfriend could enter inside.

peter hopped inside your room, quickly closing the window shut and throwing his bag on the floor.

“are you alright? are you cold?” he asked, placing a hand over your forehead.

“a little.” you replied, leaning into his touch. peter was quick– but gentle– to wrap his arms around your waist. you nuzzled your burning face into his chest, arms hanging by your side.

“do you want me to carry you to the bed?” peter asked, not wanting to cause you any discomfort while still being of help. you nodded against his midtown sweatshirt and before you could notice he’d picked you up bridal style, walking you to the bed before placing you down.

“want anything else, sweetheart?” he asked once more as he saw your heavy eyes close. all you did was shifted back and pulled back your blankets, a sign which he understood.

peter crawled onto your bed, pulling the sheets around his frame before he pulled you closer to him, an arm going around you and rubbing up and down your back, “if you need anything, you can-”

peter’s sentence was cut short when you shook your head, “let’s just sleep.”

“okay, we can sleep.” he gave your forehead a little kiss and soon with peter’s hand running up and down your back, sleep overtook you.

you woke up with a sore throat and peter was missing from the bed. your voice was a whisper when you called his name but peter’s head poked inside your room before he was completely entering your room, a cup in his hands, “where’d you go?” you asked.

“i made you some tea, you were shivering.” he said, keeping the tea on your bedside table and helping you sit up.

you leaned against peter’s shoulder as he got into bed and handed you your tea, “you feeling any better.”

“sorta? still very sleepy.”

peter’s hand travelled to your forehead once more, taking your temperature, “you’re still hot.”

“damn.” you chuckled, “you really know how to make a lady’s heart swoon, don’t you?”

“hey! you know what i mean!” peter chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “maybe you should try a cold bath.”

“huh?”

“i’ve heard that taking a cold bath helps with fever.”

“well, i’m too tired to run a bath-”

“i got it covered!” peter said. a little peck on your cheek and the brunette was off to the bathroom. you admired how much peter was invested on taking care of you but you were worried for the same too. you knew he’d stayed up the whole time while you were sleeping, just in case you woke up and needed anything.

“come on, let’s get you into the water.” peter was by your side, holding your hand and walking with you to the bathroom. he turned around when you started to unbutton the shirt you’d had on, it was one of his.

you loved this about peter. he was so considerate of your feelings, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable even after having you seen naked not just once but two times by now.

you dipped your feet into the water too quick, not remembering it was supposed to be cold. you almost lost your footing but peter’s senses kicked in and his arms were catching you before you could touch the ground.

“easy.” he stated as he helped you inside the tub. you shivered and winced at the cold feeling.

“i-it’s too cold.” you gave peter a frown.

“it’s supposed to be that cold, baby.” he knelt to the floor, placing a gentle hand over arm, “give it a few minutes, okay?”

once the water started feeling less colder, you relaxed, leaning against the tub. peter rinsed your hair and took time to shampoo them. you hummed as he massaged your scalp, “this is nice.”

“told you it would help.” peter grinned.

after your bath, peter supported you up to your feet with you stumbling a little and clinging to his side. grabbing a towel, you wrapped it around yourself before the two of you made your way out of the bathroom.

“im sorry i ruined your clothes.” you mumbled as peter brought fresh clothes for you.

“it’s just water.” he shrugged, “they’ll dry.”

“change into something, i don’t want us both to be sick. that’s not like, a couple goal.” peter laughed and you tried not to, because of your scratchy throat.

you changed into the clothes peter had handed you before getting back into bed. you were feeling a bit better than you did before that bath.

peter came back into the room soon after and got into the bed with you, “good?”

“very good.” you nestled into him, “are you good?”

“i’m alright.”

“are you sure? you were looking after me so much and i think you should get some-”

a soft snore fell out of your boyfriend’s mouth and your eyes travelled to his sleeping figure. he was out before you could complete your sentence.

“rest.” you smiled, adjusting the blanket around him.

you made sure to order his favourite pizza, deciding you’d wake him up before it was dinner time. he deserved the rest after the long day he’d had.

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Warm Waters

Summary: Feeling frozen to the core and exhausted, you treat yourself. You're enjoying a well deserved, hot bath - when a certain Kuai Liang enters the room and the tension shifts.

Warning: Nothing really. Being Naked. It's...a bath, so duh. MC can be either seen as reader or Harumi. Part I Full Story is on Ao3, found here

The scene you found yourself in, was one of rare tranquility. You lay in a deep, warm bath, the steam enveloping you in a soothing embrace. The flickering fire in the background painted the room with a cozy, golden light, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Maids, skilled and gentle, bustled around you, tending to your needs. They had already washed away the grime and blood, oiled your hair, and cared for all your needs. You felt the effects of their care, the cold gradually easing away, leaving you in a state of welcome relaxation. However, the exhaustion still clung to your body.

You lay your head back on the tubs wall. Exhaling. Then inhaling deeply, exhaling again. The water smelled sweet. And so did the oils in your hair. For the first time in weeks you felt like yourself again. Fine, again.

As you lay there, enveloped in the comforting warmth, a knock rang through the room. Your tranquility destroyed. You moved up, looking over the side of your tub. The door opened, slowly at that, and you soon recognized who glanced inside. It was Kuai Liang who entered the room. His entrance cautious, his steps soft and respectful. The maids, sensing his presence, swiftly scattered, leaving the two of you alone. Something that you did not know how to feel about. Kuai Liang commanded respect wherever he went, and even the maids were not immune to his influence.

You felt uncomfortable. All bare underneath the water - before him at that. Even more so after all the maids had left you alone with him so suddenly. It made you feel even more vulnerable. Then again, if any brother was to enter. This one would be the one most in your favor. He slowly neared, heat overcame you. His presence somehow managing to raise the room temperature once more. It was not just that heat that overcome you however. You lay bare before him, after all. Hidden only by bubbles and water.

The great man, known as Scorpion, was being shy. He stood 10 feet away from you. Looking around at the room, never at you. His hands were on his hips, he was grasping at his robes. He did not wear his mask this time around. A fact you, as always, enjoyed greatly. The fire cracked homely in the background. The room was warm and completely silent, as only you two now occupied it.

As your arm was rising out of the water, he managed too look your way. Hearing the movement of the water seemingly made him nervous. You carefully gestured for him to join you. First waving him over then pointing at the stool next to your tub. Just moments ago a maid had been sitting there, massaging your scalp. You wouldn't be opposed to him doing the same. He complied, walking over to you slowly, and sitting down while trying his best not to let his gaze wander to your form submerged in the water. You noticed his restraint and appreciated his effort. It was evident that he was a man of respect. But a man - nonetheless. Struggling to keep that respect up. He had taken the seat beside you so strained, so tense. His eyes averted, mindful of your privacy and his own decorum. He respected your vulnerability and maintained a distance, though the air was charged with an unspoken connection.

His voice soft and filled with genuine concern, he inquired, "Do you feel any better?" You nodded, a genuine smile gracing your lips. "Yes, I do. I'm thankful for the moment of peace." You spoke quietly and tenderly, nearly a whispered tone. Any kind of loud noise would destroy this very intimate tranquility.

Kuai Liang's gaze softened as he responded, "I'm very happy to hear that." He was careful not to sound too overtly affectionate, but the warmth in his eyes gave away his true emotions. He couldn't help but care deeply for you. Again, you noticed him staring. Again you said nothing of it. His gaze was fixed to look right at your face. You watched him closely, as his eyes ran over you as if you were an intricate piece of art. He caressed your lips with that gaze. Then your cheekbones, over to your eyebrows, finding your eyes, then running down toward your slender neck. Never further down, before returning up.

He remarked then, with admiration to his voice that made him suddenly sound very hoarse, "You look so very pleasant with a clean face and combed hair. It nearly makes me dizzy. I hope you are feeling as pleasant as you look."

You were taken aback by his candid compliment, your cheeks tinted with a blush. "Thank you," you replied, your voice silky. Without really noticing that you had moved, you felt yourself sinking lower into the water. As if trying to hide from your shame. It was embarrassing, really. All of this was. That you were so lost in the voice of that man. So lost it make you lightheaded as well.

For a moment, you both sat in a strained silence. Then again, it was a silence filled with both understanding and unspoken emotions.

Breaking it, you began, "It's not common, you know? To visit a woman when she is taking a bath. “ Kuai Liang, realizing his intrusion and perhaps revealing more of his feelings than he intended, looked a little flustered but understanding. There was a hint of a stutter as he answered you: "I apologize. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." His hands ran over his knees nervously. He sat straight as a candle. You smiled to yourself at his reaction. You quickly reassured him, "No, it's not that. You do not make me uncomfortable. I was just curious."

His eyes met yours again. Fiercely, they looked. You were slightly shocked by just how fast his demeanor had changed from a boyish shyness to absolute concentration and focus on you. “I don’t?”, he inquired, drawing his brows together. You blinked, not quite understanding, asking, “You don’t what? I don’t follow…” “I don’t make you uncomfortable? What do I make you, then?”

Now it was you, that was girlishly blushing. The question had come out of the blue. And to make matters worse, he added: “I did not seem to make you uncomfortable last night. You feel asleep in my arms rather quickly.”

Your heart nearly stopped. So taken aback by his sudden brashness, his quick resolve and sudden need to confront you. “Scorp-” “You know my name.”, he corrected you, before you could stammer any further.

Looking at him with wide eyes and a heart that was daring to jump out of your chest, you were frozen in place. Seeminbgly noticing he now had indeed made you uncomfortable, he quickly explained himself. His voice was now calm, deep and calmingly reassuring as he explained: “Please. I’d like to hear you say it. It has the sweetest ring in your accent.”

“I…does it? Do I say it wrongly? I am sorry if-” “You say it perfectly.”, he assured you. His eyes as soft as his smile as he dared to glance down at your lips. You were still horribly nervous. But he was so calm, so soothing, that the effect he had couldn’t go unnoticed. “Kuai Liang,”, you began, speaking slowly and trying to say it exactly like Smoke and Bi-Han always pronounced it, “I…want to thank you for warming me last night. And for all teh kindness you bestow upon me. But please do understand me, when I feel uncertain about all I feel about you. You are Lin Kuei. Please understand my restraint on What i feel for you.. ” With all your rational you knew this man to be dangerous. With all your heart you wanted nothing but to grasp his broad shoulders and pull him into the tub with you.

The way he looked at you, the way he listened so empathetically, it made you feel all comfortable and safe again, even at the words you were saying. As he answered you, it brought you the deepest reassurance of all.

“I understand you and respect your decision. All of them. No matter wich one you'll chose to act out.", he began, his voice very much deep, as he spoke your name, “I am just please to see you so comfortable. So enjoying yourself. I can't tell why but it satisfies me beyond belief to see you happy." His eyes were so honest. So full of confidence. He leaned forward then, his hand wanting to reach out for your cheek, but quickly holding himself back.

You grasped it in yours, before he could pull it back completely. Hands meeting, yours wet, his warm. He was staring at your hand on his, very slowly, closing it around yours. When his eyes found yours again, he spoke with so much conviction, it nearly made you shiver. “I promise to make sure you will not be harmed by my family. That you will be always most welcome. My protection and word is one you can count on.”

You could not answer. Could not move either, as he pulled your hand towards him, his lips meeting your knuckles in the softest kiss.

He nodded then. Letting your hand go in a very careful manner. As if he had porcelain between his fingers, instead of your hand. He excused himself then, talking too quickly, standing up too quickly, leaving too quickly. "In truth I came to tell you that we've asked for warm food. You can join us in the dining hall as soon as you're ready."

Trying to find an answer - to all of this - you opened your mouth just to close it again. There was no answer at all. You thanked him, kindly and unobtrusive and promised you'd be there shortly.

As he turned to leave, his gaze lingered on you for a moment, unable to resist stealing one more glance. His emotions were evident, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth in your heart. It wasn't strange; it was the beginning of something beautiful, and you couldn't help but be in love with the man who was showing you a side you had never seen before. Wishing, begging it had not been your hand he had kissed.

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