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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 1

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It's that moment you've all been waiting for bessssties! 🥺 I just want to thank everyone for your support. It truly means a lot to me. ❤️ I've been wanting to try to write a Bradley x reader story, but I was so nervous! But I really hope you all enjoy this first part! 😭 I love you all! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. 🥰 Happy reading! 💕

A/n: This is a flashback chapter for a little background! Enjoy! (sorry for poor grammar. I'm sure I missed a lot of errors lol.)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, drinking, throwing up, fainting, angst (If there are more I'm sorry I literally can't remember all of them 🥺)

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You and Bradley had met each other in college, both taking engineering classes at Virginia. You two became awfully close and were inseparable. You felt in your gut he was it and you thought so too when he introduced you to his uncle Pete, or Mav, his callsign he was given being a pilot in the Navy. He was all the family he had. Bradley always said Mav was like a dad to him growing up. He said he wanted to be just like Mav and his dad. He wanted to fly just like them. You were the happiest girl in the world and nothing could ever change that as long as you had Bradley…..

Isn’t 21 supposed to be fun? You had been so stressed and sad ever since Bradley was deployed. This was his first deployment since being in the Navy. You spent all your days home slumped on the couch binge-watching every show possible to pass the time, but I don’t think you could watch another year worth of TV shows… or maybe you could? Bri, your best friend, and roommate planned for you and a couple of others to go to the Hard Deck to get you out for some fun. So against your will, you went and had some drinks and finally started to let loose and have fun.

Some drinks later, you felt a wave of sickness hit you when you were out at the Hard Deck with your friends. You thought maybe it was the drinking not sitting well with you. You were never really good with holding your liquor. So you excused yourself to the bathroom. You barely made it before you were falling to your knees head in the toilet throwing up everything you had in your stomach. You felt dizzy and began to throw up again. The room was spinning and you just laid up against the wall until everything was still. You finally gathered yourself and made your way to the mirror. You rinsed with some water and wiped your mascara that was now running down your face. You popped in a mint and straightened out your shirt before you went back out to meet with your friends. You tapped on your best friends shoulder and let her know you were going to head home.

Y/n: “Hey girl, I’m not feeling very great.” You let her know, your eyes were still glossy. “I think im going to head home.”

Bri: “Oh no! Are the shots of whiskey catching up with you?” She looked at you concerned. “I can take you, I haven't had anything to drink tonight.” She offered looking around for some water.

She handed you some water and you drank the whole glass. You started to feel unstable. “I’m never drinking like that again.” You thought to yourself.

Y/n: “Please? That would be great! I’m feeling a little dizzy again.” You said starting to sweat.

Bri:”Of course, let me just grab my things.” She said as she turned to grab her purse.

You started to feel weak, you sat on the barstool near you and began to blackout. “Oh my gosh! Y/n!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the floor.

You woke up on your couch the next morning, smelling like the whisky you had the night before. You were sweating all the alcohol out of your system. Your best friend came over to you with a banana shake and some ibuprofen.

Bri: “Hey sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” She said as she handed you the shake and medicine.

Y/n: “Like a million bucks.” You said as you took the medicine and chugged down the shake. “What happened to me?” You folded your arms and sat back against the couch.

Bri: “You had quite the ride last night. You passed out face first into the barstool next to you, after you asked me to take you home.” She laughed. “How is your head?” She sat at your feet and rubbed your leg.

Y/n: “It feels fine, I had way too much to drink last night.” You put your face in your hands. “Never let me do that again please.” You said In embarrassment.

You looked over to the patio door and saw how bright it was. “What time is it?”

You pulled out your phone and looked at the time, 2 PM. “Great, I missed the opportunity to text Brad before he went to bed.” You threw your phone next to you and laid back again.

Bri stayed quiet for a little bit and bit down on her lip before asking, “Do you think he will actually respond this time?”

Y/n: “He’s working in a completely different place and time zone. I know he will respond when he can.” You smiled weakly knowing its already been 2 weeks and nothing from him. Not even an “I’m here now" email, text, call, messenger bird, something.

More time passed and you started to feel really sad again, you had no energy. You barely were eating and when you did, you would just throw up. You didn’t feel like yourself. You just felt off. You were sad because it had almost been another month and you hadn’t gotten anything from Bradley, you almost started resenting him.

You couldn’t figure out what it was. You two were so happy when he was here, it seemed he had the same feelings you were feeling. But now just the cold shoulder, you were getting nothing. It's like he got what he wanted from you and now he’s done. Like you were his “just in the moment, while he was home” kind of person. You always gave him the benefit of the doubt and would say he’s just getting used to everything with being away, settling in, getting used to the work and the hours. You just wanted to feel better about the situation. You knew Bradley wouldn’t hurt you like that. You always said when he has the time, he will get back to you. But more and more time kept passing. You kept calling/texting/emailing and nothing. You started to think that maybe he changed his number and forgot to tell you.

It’s been 2 1/2 months and still nothing from Bradley. You started to text and call him less. You started to just try to get back to your life before him. At this point you were mad at him, making you wait, putting you constantly into a bad head space; wondering if something bad had happened to him. You were beyond hurt. You were being left in the dark on purpose now.

Tonight, you and Bri went out to the Hard Deck to have a couple of drinks. The two of you sat at the bar having conversation with Penny. You all were just having causal conversation and Mav came in and sat down with you. He hugged you and Bri and gave Penny a kiss.

Mav: “Hey Y/n. How have you been with Bradley gone on his deployment?” He said with a loving smile.

Y/n: “I actually am fine.” You said monotoned then pressed your lips together and giving him a small smile.

Mav cocked his head at you and looked a little concerned at the tone of your voice. “Do you get to talk to each other as much as you’d like?” His eyes now narrowed at you and took a sip of his drink Penny had just given to him.

Y/n: “We haven’t talked since he’s left.” You took a deep breath. “He doesn’t respond to any of my calls or texts.” You said now looking down at your drink, counting the ice cubes.

Mav: “Oh I see.” He looked at Penny with wide eyes and she gave him the same look back.

Bri saw their exchanges with each other. “What’s going on, Mav?” She said now eyeing the both of them.

Mav opened his mouth slightly and looked at Penny who now turned around to serve some Pilots that just walked in. “I, uh..” He stopped. “I can’t imagine…he doesn’t have the time. I have a buddy of mine who’s son is out there with him and I talk to him all the time. I don’t really talk to Bradley very much anymore, but my buddy’s son is always out with him during their free time after work.” He started to tap his finger on this glass and looked at you nervously.

Your head shot up to him saying that he LITERALLY has some free time. You furrowed your brows, “Im sorry, what?”

You started to feel it again, the nausea. The over whelming taste of saliva in your mouth. Everything went silent, your ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You weren’t going to make it to the bathroom this time. You ran out the back door to the beach and threw up right then and there. Right on the edge of the deck, barely missing it and into the sand. Mav and Bri came running to you and comforting you as you kept on throwing up. Your knees on the deck, you were hunched over, hands buried in the sand. Bri holding your hair and Mav rubbing your back saying they’ve got you.

Bri and Mav looked at each other very concerned for you. They were comforting you as you kept on heaving and releasing everything you had in your system. Mav covered his face in disbelief. This wasn’t the Bradley he knew, he would never just leave you hanging. He wished he could do more, but at that specific moment in their lives they had no communication.

You were hurt, why was he ignoring you? Why did he want you to hurt? And why were you so damn sick? Wait…you’ve been sick. Shit.

You slowly got up and rubbed your hands together to get the sand off. Bri and Mav looked at you with concern. Bri rubbing your arm and Mav pushing hair out of your face as you looked at them scared.

Mav: “Are you okay?” No response. “Y/n, you okay? You okay?” He said now cupping your cheek.

Y/n: “Can I have some water, Mav? I just- uh need to get this taste out of my mouth…” You said looking at him scared.

Mav: “Yea, of course. I'll go get some.” He went back into the bar to get you some water leaving you and Bri alone.

Bri: “Honey, what’s wrong? You’re really scaring me.” She said brushing our hair behind your ear. “Is everything okay?”

Y/n: “Bri, Ive been so sick. Like sick sick.”

Bri: “Yea we know you can’t handle liquor, y/n.” She cocked her head at you and let out a little chuckle. “It happens to everyone girl. Just let it all -”

You cut her off, “No girl. I’VE BEEN SICK!” You looked down and covered your mouth.

Bri: “No…you don’t mean…” her eyes were wide. She gasped.

Mav: “Here’s your water y/n.” He gave you the water. “Can I get anything else for you, sweetheart?”

You grabbed the water and chugged it. You hugged Mav, “Thank you Mav but we have to go.”

Mav hugged you tight, “Im so sorry Y/n. If you need anything, I’m just a call or text away. No matter the time or place.” He rubbed your arm and hugged you again.

You grabbed Bri’s hand and ran for the car. Bri drove quickly to the nearest store. You were shaking when she came back with the pregnancy test. You were terrified. You’ve drank a couple of times. You haven’t been eating a lot. You hadn’t even thought of being pregnant as a possibility. You were so scared. You weren’t being the best mom you could have been or should have been if you were pregnant. You felt so guilty.

You finally got home and busted through the door and ran to your bathroom. You peed onto the small pink stick and set it face down onto the counter. You threw a tissue over it and didn’t want to see it. You set a timer and paced around your bathroom. Bri was out sitting on your bed waiting for you to come and tell her the result. She gave you your privacy as you waited.

A million thoughts ran through your head. “Ive only had sex once. Jesus Christ, y/n… THAT’S ALL IT TAKES!” You said to yourself in a loud whisper. You were pacing up and down your bathroom. “C’mon hurry up you damn thing.” You stood at the counter watching the timer count down. You tapped your fingers on the counter top. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” You took a deep breath and cover your face as you leaned against the cold wall behind you. Then finally your timer went off. You took your hands slowly off of your face and just stared at the tissue that was hiding your fate. You slowly walked over and stopped the timer on your phone.

Those two minutes were the longest two minutes of your life. You pulled the tissue off of the test and dropped it on the floor next to you. You were shaking as you picked up the test. You flipped it over and it revealed the two little pink lines. You gasped. “Holy shit….” You were frozen. You couldn’t breathe. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You put your hand up to your mouth and looked at yourself in the mirror. You started to sob. At first quietly. Then you gasped louder and the tears running down your face. You couldn’t catch your breath. You were terrified. Bri came running in to comfort you. You sat in her embrace the whole night in the bathroom crying. What were you going to do? How were you going to do this? How were you going to raise his child?

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blankat · 1 year

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How about "i can't do this without you" Larissa Weems x Reader :) something fluffy, maybe pregnancy related or angstyish with one of them being seriously ill but happy ending, man, I'm here for the happy endings. :P

helloooo!

love that we had the same idea about this line lol, connecting it to my previous one-shot, i've made the preggo one, hope you like it! *not proofread as always bc im an asshole*

15. I can't do this without you - Larissa Weems x fem!reader

warnings: pregnancy, giving birth, fluff, little bit of angst(kinda)

words: 1.9k

In the comfort of your home and the arms of your wife, you barely registered the warm liquid between your legs and on the bed. Slowly looking down, you barely saw anything besides your 9-month pregnant belly, and suddenly you just knew.

“Uhm, Larissa?” you turned to look at your wife, who was just about to close her eyes for the night and you felt a little guilty to disturb her peaceful almost-sleeping.

“Yes, Darling?” she barely said the words, when she felt something wet under her bare legs. With widened eyes she looked at you and cupped your cheeks, wiping the silent tears that escaped your eyes.

“I think my water broke.” you whispered smiling at her, hiding the fact that you would rather throw yourself off of Nevermore’s roof, you were so scared.

“Okay, baby. It’s okay. You stay here, lay down a bit. I’m going to call the midwife and get you some wet towels, okay? Do you need anything else? Something to eat or drink?” she hurried to the other side of the room to grab her phone and dialed the midwife’s number.

“Hey, Rissa, calm down. You won’t faint, right? I need you next to me.” you chuckled lightly and saw Larissa’s face soften. She smiled at you and as she opened her mouth to tell you something, you heard your midwife at the other end of the line.

“Claire, hello. Hope I did not wake you, but it seems it’s finally time, Y/N ‘s water has broken.” she said into the phone, not once taking her eyes off of you. “Thank you, lovely. Thanks!”

“You know, a cup of tea would be nice.”

You don’t really remember how did you get here, or how much time has passed since the phone call, but you were lying on your shared bed after a rather heated argument with Larissa about how you don’t want to ruin the covers but she insisted on you being the most comfortable you could in this situation, so you gave up and allowed her to help you on the bed. Meanwhile Larissa was quite overwhelmed with the fact that you are going to birth a literal baby, her baby, your baby and you are going to be a family finally. She was so excited about it up until now, when she heard your quiet profanities and the glistening sweat on your forehead, starting to damp your hair. She was scared, no, petrified that the baby is going to get hurt, or worse, you. She wouldn’t be able to live without you, she was picturing the worst scenarios in her head, having to raise your child alone, without you by her side. She wasn’t able to do that, you were the motherly type in this relationship, she was just the utterly lucky fool who got chosen by you, as an angel sent from heaven, and now you were going to push your child out of your vagina, a rather painful and traumatic experience. To Larissa, for sure. She felt dizzy, she got hot and she wanted to throw up, having no knowledge in childbirth.

“Larissa, are you with us, dear?” she heard Claire say and suddenly looked up, realizing that by now, you were in incredible pain, crying your heart out, maybe even already pushed a few. You were looking at Larissa, begging with your eyes to hold your hand or your hair or something. Begging her to be there. “She needs you.” the midwife whispered to Larissa, smiling faintly.

“Lar-Larissa, I-” you abruptly stopped, feeling another contraction coming, making you scream out in pain. “I can’t do this without you. Please”

Larissa grabbed your hand, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face, kissing your forehead.

“I’m here darling, I’m so sorry.” she whispered into your ear, and you finally, finally relaxed a bit, fresh tears streaming down your face.

“You are doing amazing Y/N, just a few more pushes I promise.” Claire said to you, and you gave her the faintest smile that night, taking a deep breath, waiting for the next contraction.

“Can-can Larissa sit behind me in the bed, may-maybe?” you stuttered, desperately wanting to be held by your wife.

“Of course.” The midwife gestured Larissa to sit behind you and she did so, holding you close, massaging your temples and whispering sweet nothings until the awaited contraction came, earning a murderous scream from you and your wife held you even tighter, kissing your face every now and then for comfort.

“Oh, God! Fucking hell!”

“You are the most amazing woman in my life Y/N. So strong and so beautiful. The best mother I will ever know in this life.” Larissa whispered, making you cry even more.

“Larissa stop, I’ve been crying for so long that by now I’m eating my snot and I’m all sweaty and smelly, and I’m just screaming, I know you don’t like when I raise my voice and I promise I tried at the first few pushes but, hell, this is worst than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.” you said, voice a little panicked but your wife just grabbed a clean wet towel and started wiping your face then combed your hair a little with her fingers.

“Eating snot or not, you are amazing. And our baby is going to be the most beautiful in the whole World.” Larissa’s words almost made you forget why you were eating your snot in the first place but then another contraction came, making you feel like you are being ripped in half, making you so vulnerable you could only yell and scream in agony.

“Okay Y/N, one last push and she’s out.” Claire smiled and Larissa’s eyes widened at the revelation of the gender of your baby.

“She?” you cried out, wanting to talk a little more about the matter but you were unable as the last contraction came, making both you and your wife scream. Suddenly you felt a huge wave of relief washing over you. Smiling, you looked at Larissa, who kissed you tenderly, only breaking apart when you finally heard the shrill cries of your newborn daughter. You both looked at Claire, who was holding the tiny human in her hands.

“She’s beautiful and healthy, just like her mommies.” she smiled, handing you the baby and you heard Larissa gasp above you, her hand gently laying next to the baby, afraid to touch her.

“Aren’t you gonna touch your daughter, Mommy?” you asked her, grinning heard in your voice but she didn’t comment on it, like she usually would, she just ran her hands over her daughters thick hair carefully.

“I think I am going to faint” you heard Larissa whisper, her hold loosening around you.

“LARISSA, NO-”

A few hours later, early in the morning, around 6am, you got up to get a cup of water from the kitchen when your phone buzzed on the counter. You quickly grabbed it, a message from Wednesday appearing on it. Odd, you thought.

‘Heard you gave birth. Literally. Congratulations.’

You chuckled to yourself, typing a quick reply to the girl.

‘Indeed I did. Thank you. But you should be aware that it was the type of pain even you wouldn’t enjoy Ms. Addams, nevertheless, thank you for your kind words.’

‘Bet you are just exaggerating as the fragile human you are Ms. Y/N.’

You smiled, not replying to the raven haired girl, instead you finished your water and returned to your bedroom where you were beyond surprised to see your wife sleeping on her back, an occurrence that rarely happens, with your daughter on her chest, her arms protectively around the infant. You let out a happy sigh as you climbed back next to her, careful not to wake them. Pulling the covers over your body, you just watched them for a while, thinking about the amount of happiness you felt, which was unknown to you. Up until now.

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lovebillyhargrove · 1 year

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Happy endings only. Life's a quest, innit

When Steve arrives at the hospital at around 7.30 pm on August 27th there's unusual commotion at the reception. He sees a couple of doctors who are not normally here so late.

"Good evening, Mrs. Marshall. How are you do.."

The nurse glances at him nervously. One glance, and Steve's worried sick. Did something bad happen while he was away ..

"Is everything alright?"

"He woke up, Steve! He woke up!!"

"What..?? Wait, that's.."

Steve's heartbeat deafens him. Is it real, or is he dreaming? He literally pinches himself, hard, has to make sure he's not sleeping and imagining it all.

"That's .. Really?!"

"Yes!"

Steve exhales, there's suddenly too much air in his lungs. He's feeling dizzy. Oh my god, he's going to faint, he's fainting..

Steve's grabbing the counter.

"When?"

"About an hour ago."

"Can I go see him?"

"Well, doctors are with him now, and I .. I really don't think it's a good idea right now. He seems.. disoriented. And angry."

"Angry? At who?"

"At everyone? He keeps asking why nobody told him and something else about a huge alien .. or a monster that is going to infect all of us .. he's probably still not in his right mind. We really hope his brain .. Doctors must run some tests to .. "

Mrs. Marshall looks at Steve and stops mid-sentence

"Everything is going to be alright. We called Dr. Owens, the one who brought him here on July 4th? Luckily, he was in Indianapolis. He is expected to arrive shortly."

"Yes, yes of course. So .. I can't go in? I just want to see him, even if for a second."

"Oh I don't really know, Steve.. Well, definitely not right now because the doctors are examining him at the moment. Everyone is so excited. Poor boy .. But you can stick around for a bit?"

"Sure. Thank you. I'll just wait here."

Steve is sliding down on a chair near the reception. He wants to see Billy so bad, he's been hoping for this moment for so so long, and now.. he's definitely happy but he's feeling physically unwell.

Steve sees a doctor opening the door of Billy's room and calling Mrs. Marshall in. The doctor is looking a bit .. disheveled. How many people are in there? What's going on? When can Steve finally see him?

Ten minutes later people are starting to leave Billy's room. Three doctors and two nurses.

Steve is getting up and looking around. His legs are bringing him closer to the room on autopilot. He'll just get a peek, no harm done. Just to make sure Billy's really woken up.

Steve opens the door slowly and sticks his head inside. Billy's is propped up in bed with pillows around him, wild hair and wild tired eyes.

Holy shit, this is real. He's awake.

It's another miracle. Billy is so thin and pale and he looks like a sick little child .. But he's awake. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Steve's not sure what or who he's thanking right now, but he really wants to let it out in the universe.

When Steve moves a bit further and opens his mouth to say something, Billy turns his head slightly and the tormented and very unchildlike look is landing on Steve's face.

"Oh hey, Harrington. What are you doing here?" In a raspy voice,

And not waiting for an answer.

"Get the fuck out."

"But Billy I just want to .."

"I don't want to see anybody. Get the fuck out. NURSE!!!!!!"

Steve shuts the door quickly and gets back to his chair. That did not go how he'd pictured it would. Oh fuck. His hands are trembling.

Billy's voice sounded so husky, so rough, just on the verge of frantic

Yet it was like music to Steve's ears. "Harrington." He fucking missed it. No-one calls Steve "Harrington" like that. Only Billy.

Mrs. Marshall rushes into Billy's room. She only stays there for a couple of minutes. When she's out, Steve's already at her side

"Why didn't he want to see me?"

"Oh, Steeve .. give him time. Can you imagine being in a coma? .. You can't. I can't. Give him time, everything will get better." There's almost motherly concern in Mrs. Marshall's voice. "The boy has been through so much."

Steve wants to say "You can't even begin to imagine through what" but bites his tongue. He hates it, that he can't really talk about what happened with someone, except Robin, Nancy and the kids. He'd really appreciate adult perspective on all of this. He'd really like to just .. talk to someone older than him. Hopper is missing, believed to be dead, Mrs. Byers is gone. Steve likes Dr. Owens, but it's not like he can stop by for a chat any time.

Steve sits down on the chair again. He's clearly not welcome here, but he doesn't want to go home.

What he really wants to do right now is to get on the rooftop and shout till his voice gets hoarse.

In Steve's mind it was, of course, more like .. he would hug Billy or .. or at least talk to him. He certainly didn't expect to be told to get the fuck out. Ouch.

Steve decides to stay here some more, because he literally can't imagine going home now. To do what? .. eat dinner? watch fucking TV?

Owens does arrive soon. He goes straight to Billy's room, nodding at Steve as he's passing him by.

Steve notices that twenty minutes later all doctors leave Billy's room and Owens stays there alone with Billy. When he finally goes out and addresses everyone who's waiting for him, he says:

"Well, he is a handful. If there's anything you need, contact me right away. We'll send in our person tomorrow to start psychological therapy. Thank you all for your service, you've been doing exceptional work here. We'll keep in touch."

He shakes hands with every doctor and every nurse.

"Steve! May I have a word with you?"

Owens remembers Steve. They had so much to talk about after the 4th of July.

***

Next week Billy proved to be very difficult. He only talked to the doctors and the nurses of the hospital. The ones who had been taking care of him for the last two months.

He threw a crutch at the psychologist who was sent by the government to have sessions with Billy. Next time the man returned, it was an open cup of jell-o.

He refused to see Max. When his father and step-mother came by, he pretended to be asleep, so their visit only lasted two minutes or so. They came back a couple of days later but Billy just happened to be asleep again. The nurse didn't let Neil wake him up. "Sleep is very important at this stage, Mr. Hargrove. Billy's gaining his strength back."

Steve could swear on his life, Billy and the nurses were in some kind of conspiracy. Hospital staff seemed to have a strange kind of rapport with Hargrove.

Dr. Owens came by again and managed to stay for 30 minutes in the room with Billy and, apparently, have a decent conversation. However, when it came down to signing non-disclosure, even Owens couldn't find the right approach to Billy and left with nothing but Billy's promise "to keep his mouth shut."

Steve has heard from the nurses that Billy's body is very weak. Repaired and not majorly broken anymore, but the muscles have gone weak. Atrophy. There's a long way ahead of him. But he is a determined one. A fighter. He gets off the bed, has already started walking around the room. Refuses to be helped in the bathroom.

Steve? Oh, he still keeps coming by every day. Today is day 7 of his visits when he actually doesn't get to see the patient. Comes to the hospital to hang around the reception. He wonders if the nurses are fed up with him already.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Miller, can you maybe ask him if he will see me today?"

It's easier to get an appointment with the Queen of England, for fuck's sake.

Steve doesn't mind.

He firmly believes in miracles. The universe has not let him down so far.

Mrs. Miller returns back smiling.

"It's a yes! He rolled his eyes and said "Whatever". I guess he's in a better mood today," - she says encouragingly.

Well, this is it. Steve's running a hand through his hair. He hopes he looks good.

He opens the door and looks inside the room

"Billy?"

A pause.

"The book's overdue at the library."

"W .. what?"

"Were you reading Shakespeare to me, Harrington?"

"Uhm.. yeah? Yeah, I was."

"Are you out of your mind? They all died in there. Way to motivate a guy to wake up from a coma."

"Well, it's the book that you.. do you remember? Was it you??"

"I remember, Harrington. My brain is fine. And I said they lacked communication! Speaking of, why the fuck no-one told me Hawkins is fucked up to unbelievable levels, huh?"

Here it comes. Steve's made it into the room and is standing near Billy's bed, contemplating if he should sit down or remain standing.

Here it comes.

"Billy, we .. we weren't really.. friends. Besides, we thought it was all finished when El closed the portal a year ago."

"Oh so only friends are allowed to know the truth? Only the chosen ones?? What about the rest of us, peasant folk? Not privy to the Knights of the Round Table shenanigans?"

"What.. ? What round table? Billy, listen. I know it's fucked up.. there's government involved and it's not so easy. Like.. they make everyone sign these non-disclosure papers .. you can't walk around talking about it with anyone you want."

"And yet, a bunch of snoopy kids were in on it."

"Exactly. Snoopy. They were just .. in it together basically from the beginning."

"Even Max?"

"Well, she .." - Steve's scratching his eyebrow. "Not .. not from the very beginning."

"Thought so."

"But I, I did sign that confidentiality pledge. They'll make you sign one too."

"Fuck them. They tried. I won't sign shit."

"But they will .."

"What, Harrington? They will what? What leverage do they have on me?"

"I don't know .. your family? Your life?"

Billy laughs bitterly

"My family? There are certain things about my family, that make me really doubt it can be used as leverage."

Steve's registering the words. Definitely needs to come back to that later.

"My life? I just nearly lost it. They can have it."

"Don't! Hey don't say that."

It's now or never.

Steve takes a deep breath and carefully touches Billy's fingers with his own.

"Your life is precious."

"That's just bullshit."

Billy's tensing up. His eyes slowly travel down to the place where Steve's touching Billy's fingers

There are so many things unsaid, the air is galvanized. It doesn't make it less real though.

It makes it surreal.

Billy's looking

But doesn't say anything

Steve takes Billy's hand in his own.

"Don't touch me, Harrington."

Hargrove is a handful. Steve wants it, all of it.

"Why not?"

"Because."

Steve is still holding Billy's hand in his own.

"Okay, look. I'm sorry, Billy. I am. I'm sorry I didn't warn you about any of that. But I didn't even know you were involved in this whole mess. Until I saw you there. It's a .. fucking long story and if you'll let me.. I'll explain everything."

Billy takes his hand away. Steve doesn't stop talking.

"And please, don't be so hard on Max. Just let her see you. Talk to her. They are kids and they were all alone with what they were dealing with. Usually there are .. adults .. to uh .. help in such situations. Or me. But I was held captive in a Starcourt underground base, and Hopper and Mrs. Byers, they were .. somewhere figuring some related stuff out, so the kids.. They didn't really have any guidance."

"Yeah tell that to Heather. To her parents. To the fucking families, Steve, who got killed."

"Billy .. It's not your fault. It's not my fault either, or Max's or any of the kids' who were involved in that. It's .. just Hawkins, man. Evil. Horrifying shit happens here. Thank god you got out of it alive."

Billy is silent. His eyes are closed.

"Okay."

"Okay?? That's it?"

"I'm tired."

"Alright. I'll come by tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Because I want to see you. And I want to talk more."

"Bye, Steve."

"Yeah .. Sleep well."

Steve's leaving the room. He wants to stay, he wants to tell Billy how much he has missed him, he wants to tell him that he still keeps all the notes in the drawer near his bed, and he keeps rereading them, he's learnt them all by heart.

Steve wants to .. say so much. Do so much.

They have time.

***

"Listen! It's raining. September rain."

Steve opens the window and fresh fragrant air is flooding Billy's room.

Steve visits Billy every day. He stays late and they talk, hushed voices in the dimly lit hospital room. It even feels kinda nice. Feels a bit like home.

Billy inhales the sweet autumn air with his whole chest. Slowly lets it out. Looks at the wall.

"So what are we now, Harrington?"

Steve both expected and isn't prepared for this question.

"Uhm .. I uh.. I guess we'll have to wait and see."

Hargrove's chuckling.

"How soon you're gonna be able to walk properly?"

"Why? Don't want me as a cripple??"

"Not that, you idiot."

Steve is taking Billy's hand. That's really all they've been doing. Holding hands like dumb teenagers.

"It's just.. it's the hospital. Like.. there's no privacy."

Steve's looking at Billy's lips. He wants to kiss him so bad

But he turns away and looks at the door. It doesn't even have a lock.

"See, any second anyone can walk in. I don't want our first kiss to be interrupted by a fainting nurse or a shrieking Max."

"Maybe nurses here are way more chill than they look."

"Yeah maybe. But still .."

Steve's looking at Billy's lips again. He wonders how long he'll be able to fight the urge, really? They are so kissable. Magnetic

"You know, I uh .. Billy's closing his eyes and putting his head back on the pillow. "I want to thank you. For coming here. Harrington. When I was unconscious, I heard you. I heard your voice mumbling something and I even felt your fingers touching my skin."

Billy opens his eyes and looks straight into Steve's. Drawls

"C'mon let's kiss. Just a small one, c'mon Steve.." Smiles. Pouts his lips, just a little

Steve's giggling

"No, Billy, not like this. Oh my god, you're so .."

"So .. what?"

"When are you getting out of here?"

"I don't know. Doctors are always going on how unsure they are I can take care of myself on my own. But .. I'm planning an escape, Harrington. Can't stay here any longer. Enough."

Billy's eyes are closed again, his lips part a bit and it looks like he's dozing off. Steve's watching him and can't, he absolutely can't stop himself. Steve gets closer to Billy's face and kisses him lightly on the cheek.

"How's that for our first kiss, Hargrove? It's not much but.."

It's the most tender kiss he's ever had. The most meaningful one.

There's life and death in that kiss, and Steve's falling even further.

If he's losing his mind over a little kiss on the cheek, what would happen when he. When they .. You know?

He kisses him again. On the cheek. And this time? Billy moans. Just a slight moan leaving his lips, and he turns the head to the other side

And, excuse me, this quiet moan?

It goes straight to Steve's dick. Bypassing his brain, his heart, literally any part of the body that's supposed to be engaged in the chemistry of love processes

Just goes straight to his dick.

Billy's eyelashes are fluttering like feathery wings of an exotic butterfly.

"Didn't take you for a pervert, Harrington." - he's whispering.

"You don't know me, Hargrove. I'm a wild ride."

"Shit, and here I thought that my dick was brain dead."

The sheet on Billy is visibly tenting.

"Look how easy I am. When you're close to me."

Steve's in heaven. And they haven't even tried anything yet. Fuck. This is .. everything. Mind-shattering. Intoxicating. Magic potion is spreading in Steve's veins.

***

Billy definitely calls Steve "the pervert who first kissed me in my sleep".

Steve's defense is always the same

"You looked so beautiful. Like a sleeping beauty. I couldn't resist."

"You know there's a name for it. You're a somnophile, Harrington."

"Oh yeah? You fucked me last night when I was half asleep. I guess it takes one to know one."

***

Years later when they are older and have grown into each other's skin and flesh, Steve's thinking

Well. Who knew that having Billy as a boyfriend would be so much fun.

A lifetime of together with Billy fucking Hargrove is actually the best miracle that could've ever happened to Steve Harrington.

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fic

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praublem-child · 4 months

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I hate my period

Genuinely, it makes me so fucking sick. The last three days I've had maybe two grab and go pringle cans becasue literally anything else makes me sick, the lack of food is making me shake and flare which is literally fucking hell, and I'm in a great amount of pain from cramps. And not even considering how the lack of food might be affecting me, just bleeding this much makes me more faint than normal. Every single period since I was probably 15 has left me like 3x as lightheaded and dizzy.

That's not even going into the mood swings. I dropped rice earlier and it spilled all over my hand. I now have a pretty bad burn because instead of doing anything reasonable like,, idk, removing the scalding rice and running my hand under cool water, I stood there and started sobbing. Then my mom asked me what was wrong and had to guide me into getting the rice off and treating the burn while I cried like a toddler. Then I went and lost it on her when she asked if I wanted some of her rice because I felt like shit, and I didn't even want the rice that I spilled.

I feel out of control and I hate it. I almost hate that mom understands even more because she just hugged me afterward until I calmed down. I was an ass and she fucking hugged me, that doesn't make sense. This birth control wasn't supposed to give me back my periods. I was directly told that it wouldn't do that. It's been like 10 months since my last one and I was happy with that because they make me want to die. And I'd put money on me being sick for the last couple weeks being a direct result of pms.

Oh! Also! My period fucks my insomnia. I haven't slept in like two days. And the two days before that I probably totaled about three hours combined. None of my sleep aids work to fix this. I'm just fucking stuck and miserable.

#pms #pcos #menstrual cycle #period cramps #menstruation mention #menstruation #uterus #bad periods #pmdd #hormones are a bitch

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alicraft336 · 1 year

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Wish meeting alternate versions of himself & a little change to Wish.

This is just for fun, I just wanted to take a tiny break from his story and do something stupid, I've actually had this idea for a bit now and I'm happy I finally found the time to do it.

I would just like it to be known I don't actually know a lot about certain Dreamtale Au's, I like to think I know a good amount about the Original one and Evolved Identities/EI, but for the rest of them I only knew a little bit so they might act a little weird. I was previously going to add Swapdream (or as I've seen some people call him Solar) but I literally don't know ANYTHING about him.

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Wish quietly sat in his room as he wrote something down in his diary, Fang asleep on his lap as he did so, as much as the kitsune seemed to hate him he did seem to enjoy using him as a pillow in is fox form for whatever reason.

Wish sighed before closing the brown notebook and looking out the window, he watched as the raindrops rolled down the circular window that overlooked the training ground outside. How was it raining in this place he'll probably never know, what he did know was that there was nothing to do, he didn't want to sit around and be lazy all day but with the weather like this he couldn't go out and train like he normally would.

He carefully removed the sleeping fox from his lap as well the thin blue blanket that covered him, he was careful to not wake the fox when getting out of the window seat. He hid his diary under the cream and navy blue pillows his lower back was resting on as well the pen he was using. He made his way towards his bedroom door thinking if he couldn't train he might as well clean the house a bit while Ink is away.

As he got closer to the door he started to feel dizzy and his head started to hurt. He stopped in place and put his right hand to his head and closed his 'eyes' for a second, when opening them again the room around him became fuzzy and he soon felt himself falling to the wooden floor.

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When Wish came to he found himself in a white void, he sat up and looked around, but he didn't dare to stand up knowing it would be a bad idea after he had just fainted.

"hello Wish!" a sudden voice echoed throughout the white void making Wish jump slightly, "who are you!?" he yelled "and why am I here!?"

"calm down buddy, I'm sure you must be confused right now and I don't blame ya" the voice said "and you can just call me 'Voice' and I brought you here today to meet alternate versions of yourself"

"okay.... Voice, but may I ask why?"

"because I said so" they said

Wish sighed in defeat even though he didn't put up much of a fight to begin with, "fine" he said "who am I meeting up with first?"

"the Original, Dream Sans!" they said, excitement in their voice, "good luck Wish!" they added

Wish silently cursed under his breath, he knew about the alternate versions of himself and his friends from his past timeline and he was fine meeting them then, but he just hoped he doesn't run into the more.... Concerning versions of himself well here. But another thought came to his mind, would they remember him? Or were their minds erased after the wish to?

"are you all right?" a different voice asked, he turned around and saw-

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Dreamtale = Dream:

-Dream, or more specifically, the Original one. He had forgotten what he looked like before the whole 'timeline reset' so it was interesting seeing what was his past self again

Wish nodded "yeah, I'm fine, thank you for your concern" he said as he slowly got up, silently praying he wouldn't stumble or anything among those lines. He turned to face him "your Original Dream, right?"

Dream nodded "yep, and you must be an alternate version of me?"

Wish nodded in response "yes, please call me Wish"

Dream smiled "it's nice meeting you Wish" he said walking closer to him but stop when he felt his aura "are you sure you're all right?" he asked, concern on his face "your aura is quite negative" he added

Wish nervously laughed "well, things are a bit different in my Au" he said "it's like a Swap Au, just a... A bit more complicated" he said

Dream took a second to process the information, his concern was gone and it was quickly replaced by worry "does that mean you ate the black apple instead of Nightmare!?"

Wish shook his head "no, I didn't, don't worry" he said

His worry turned into sadness "so, Nightmare still ate it, didn't he?" he asked

Wish sighed and looked away "unfortunately..."

"are things at least a little different? Like your relationship with him, is he still, you know, him?" he asked hopeful

Wish looked back at him "I haven't spoken to or seen him since the incident, but from what Ink has told be he's exactly the same as he was in my past timeline, nothing had changed" he responded

Dream raised an 'eyebrow' "what do you mean by past time-line?" he asked

Wish refuse to make eye contact with him "it's a very, very long story"

"that's okay" he responded with a smile "I don't mind"

Wish chuckled slightly "I'm sure you wouldn't, but I don't think will have enough time, and even if we did I can't tell you anything, that would go against the deal I made, even now I'm treading on thin ice" he responded

"oh... I see" he said he, his 'eyebrows' slightly furrowing "well when you are able to talk about it you can find me and I'll help you in anyway I can" he added

Wish gave him a week smile "I'm afraid that won't be possible" he said "after I've completed my end of the deal no one will remember me and I ask of you to do the same, my problems and myself aren't things you should worry yourself about"

"oh... I-I see" Dream said, unsure of what to think of his answer

"Ummm... Sorry to bud in on this conversation but it's time to go Dream" Voice said

Wish nodded and looked at Dream "as I've said, please don't worry yourself about me or my problems, please focus on your own instead" he said "and, good luck, I hope one day you and your brother can be a family again"

Dream smiled at the last part "thank you Wish, and I hope the same for you and your brother as well" he said before disappearing presumably back to his Multiverse.

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Dreamswap = Blaze:

Wish felt his smile fall as Dream left, he was always so worried about everyone else except for himself in the past, and, he's still like that now. He wished he could have told him everything but who knows what Fang would do to him if he found out. He took a deep breath, this is all for Void, he just had to keep reminding himself of that, and that one day this would all be worth it.

"excuse me" a new voice said making Wish turn around to face them, it was Dreamswap Dream, or Blaze as he called him, "are you all right there? You've been staring off into space for 5 minutes now" he said

"I'm all right" Wish said "I was just thinking to myself"

Blaze nodded "I see, very well then" he said "I was told that I would be coming here to meet an alternate version of myself and considering you're the only one here I'm assuming that would be you, correct?" he asked

Wish nodded "that would be correct, I'm Wish, you are?"

Blaze nodded "it's a pleasure to meet you Wish, I am Dream Von Licht, leader of the Justice Reigns" he said "though you cannot call me by my real name to ensure that we do not have any mix-ups in the future so you may call me Blaze instead"

"I will keep that in mind" Wish said

Blaze looked Wish up and down before looking directly at him and raising an eyebrow "it's rather interesting to know an alternate version of myself can have such a negative aura" he said "how and why is that?" he asked him

"why and am I not surprised, of course he would pick up on it and ask like Dream" Wish thought to himself, "I rather not get into it right now" he said

Blaze nodded "I see, I will respect your privacy but one day I would like to know why that is" he said "as much as I would like to stay here and chat I have business I must attend to, if you ever find yourself in my au don't be a stranger" he said before walking away and disappearing

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Shattered:

"I have a question, Voice" Wish said

"sure, what's up?"

"how many more Dream Au's am I going to be meeting today, just out of curiosity" Wish asked

"umm... Let me see" Wish could hear them messing around with something that sounded like papers "ah, here it is, about two more to go after this one" they said "speaking of this one, I suggest you look behind you" they added

Wish did exactly that "you've got to be kidding me" he thought as soon as he saw the golden octopus known as Shattered. Shattered gave Wish a creepy smile and waved "why hello there" he said, his voice sounding as if it was echoing throughout the white void

Wish could feel his left eye twitch, luckily it was covered by his eye-patch so Shattered couldn't see it. Wish smiled in an attempt to hide his annoyment with the negativity covered skeleton "hello" he said "it's nice meeting you, I'm Wish what's your name"

"I'm Shattered" he said, that creepy smile never leaving his face. Shattered quickly disappeared and reappeared behind Wish "what's with the eye patch little one?" he asked causing Wish to quickly turn around to face him "do you have the same problem as me? If so, why hide it?"

Wish backed up from him before responding "I don't have the same problem as you" he said "I just like wearing it"

Shattered huffed "you're quite a boring one you know" he said before sighing "such a shame, I thought I would have more fun messing with you. Maybe in the future I might have more luck but right now you're just boring me too much" he said before leaving

"that was.... Out of character for him..." Wish thought

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Reset Dreamtale = Reset:

Wish let out a breath that he didn't even know that he was holding, dealing with Shattered was always a stressful experience

"hey there!" someone said in his ear making him quickly turn to his left, he was met with a version of himself he hadn't seen before. They smiled at him "how ya doing?" he asked

Wish backed up from him, uncomfortable with him being that close "I'm good... How are you?" he asked

"I'm good!" he said "I'm Reset! What's your name?"

"I'm Wish, it's nice meeting you Reset" he said, for some reason he felt uneasy near him

Reset looked at him and blinked a few times before saying "I'm going to call you Starry instead!"

"umm... Please don't" Wish said

"okay Starry whatever you say!" he said with a smile, he wrapped his arm around Wish's shoulder and said "I can see you and me being great friends, Starry!"

Wish nervously smiled and laughed "y-yeah... Great friends"

"I'm glad you agree Starry, but unfortunately I have to go" he said with sadness in his voice. He let go of Wish and stood in front of him "I'll see you around Starry!" he said waving as he disappeared

"bye Reset... Stay safe" Wish said with an awkward smile, he felt more comfortable around Shattered than with him, he seemed to be a nice guy in all honesty but he just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

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Evolved Identities/EI = Bright:

Wish took a deep breath, one more to go and then he could go home. He really hoped Fang didn't wake up and realize his absence or that Ink came home and went looking for him only to find out he was gone.

He looked around the void knowing another version of himself would be there shortly, and he was right, as soon as he turned around another version of himself came into view, he was sitting on the floor and staring off into space. Wish walked over to him, it was another version of himself that he had yet to meet.

He must have heard his footsteps because he looked towards him, he looked exhausted "who are you" he asked "and why am I here" he added

Wish sat across from him, concern and worry written on his face as he saw the chains around his wrist "I'm Wish" he answered not knowing how to properly approach the situation "you are?"

"you still didn't answer my question, why am I here" he said

The Voice came back and answered for him "Wish is here meeting alternate versions of himself, please introduce yourself to him"

"so it's one of these" he said under his breath, he sighed "you can call me Bright"

Wish nodded

"since this the last one you'll be meeting today I'll let you guys spend a little more time together. And before you say anything in protest Bright your Multiverse time has been paused for this very reason so don't worry about Midnight finding out or anything" Voice said

Bright looked down, he didn't look to be amused at all

Wish looked around uncomfortably "ummm.... Do you want to play Go Fish or something?" Wish said, trying his best to liven up the mood

Bright looked at him "sure I guess, I have nothing left to lose" he said

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"bye Bright, I hope to see you again" Wish said as he waved bye to him as it was time for him to go back

"why? So we can have a rematch?" he questioned with a slight smile having beaten Wish at multiple card games

Wish smiled and chuckled a bit "well that's one of the reasons" he said "good luck Bright, and stay safe"

"heh, right back at ya Wish" he said before disappearing

Wish sighed, he really did hope everything turned out well for him and his family. Wish looked up and said "that was the last one right? Can I go home now?" he asked Voice

"umm yeah.... About that... I lied..." thay said "there's one more your meeting, but I promise you it'll be really quick"

Wish looked down and sighed, 'great..." he thought

"ummm hello...? Where am I?" asked a new voice, Wish quickly recognized it and turned around, he was met with none other than his past self, the one right after the wish had occurred. He looked up at him in surprise "are you me?" he asked

Wish looked away from him and nodded

His past self ran over to him much to his surprise and asked "d-did we stop Brothers corruption from happening?" he said hopeful

Wish sighed and shook his head "no, we didn't" he said

His younger self looked down "o-oh...I see..." he said, sadness in his voice "we're never going to get him back, are we...?"

Wish kneeled down to his level making his younger self look at him "you didn't let me finish, it may have not worked but everything reset back to when we first broke out of the stone, to my knowledge Void doesn't know that we've escaped yet" he said "I'm going to figure out how to get him back, don't worry."

His younger self nodded "okay" he said

Wish stood back up "you should probably get going now, you don't want to make Void worried" he said looking down at him

His younger self nodded with a smile "bye future me, and good luck" he said before disappearing

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Little Wish/Wishtale = Past/Dreaming Wish:

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I actually had a lot of fun with this, and it was nice being able to take a break from his story and do something with him that was stupid. I do apologize if some of the characters acted a bit off, namely Bright.

And about the change to Wish, I think I'm going to make Wish and everyone else in his Multiverse a human, I'll still draw them as skeletons because I can't draw hair for s*it, but when I finally do figure it out the skeleton version of himself will be gone.

FYI, Wish and Void would technically be classified as hybrids because I'll be making them half human & half monster, Fang would be a monster just with a human form, mostly everyone else would be humans but with powers and for some I haven't decided just yet.

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Credit:

-Dreamtale/Dream (made by @jokublog)

-Dreamswap/Blaze (made by @onebizarrekai)

-Shattered (made by @drawingerrorr)

-Reset Dreamtale/Reset (made by Pzy_Vengeance)

-Evolved Identities/Bright (made by @emi-loves-sweets)

#Little Wish #wish #wish sans #dreamtale au #dreamtale #Dream sans #Dreamswap #Shattered Dream #Reset #Bright #undertale au

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kaerichan-yatta · 1 year

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hi everyone~! i'm back, feeling a bit better and with normal thoughts now, finally.

But what exactly happened?

(THIS WILL BE A REALLY LONG POST🥹🫶)

| Narcolepsy

As some of you know, I have narcolepsy (inability to regulate the sleep-wake cycle) which caused me A LOT of visible and auditory hallucinations, su1c1dal thoughts, /// thoughts, and a lot of things like this.

During my break, this happened infinite times. I woke up hearing disturbing music, only for me to realize it was loud as heck but just in my head.

I kept falling asleep at 1 am until two nights ago, when I starter feeling dizzy as never before and I almost fell asleep on my plate during dinner. One of those moments that I like to call "when I don't even know where's left and right".

I fainted for two days in a row during class cause my brain was completely off and I couldn't keep my head up straight. My eyes literally gave up and I collapsed onto my desk. My teachers got very scared too (I kind of blame myself?? But I understand them tho, I'm really sorry).

Yesterday, I fell asleep around midnight after I took a painkiller cause tennis is "breaking" my muscles (as I don't get proper rest, my muscles are weak as heck and sometimes respond to a ball with the racket is really difficult for me, let alone running to catch it).

Tonight, I have to finish studying Latin (I want to voluntarily go to an interrogation to recover a very bad grade) and then I plan to go to sleep around 11 pm.

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| Studies

And now, let's switch to the (probably) worst part of this post.

My studies got way worse, unfortunately. I kept getting bad grades for almost a week, I saved myself with a decent grade but only in some subjects.

That's why tomorrow I want to volunteer to the interrogation. I plan to get a 9 (which -if you don't know- one of the best grades you can get) and recover a 3 (one of the worst grades you can get).

I have to be honest with myself tho, I really didn't study for the test, that's why I got a 3.

I realized a bit too late that my study method wasn't good, so I'm trying to improve and change to get better grades.

I'm planning on not having recover lessons in the summer, nor during the change of the semester, so I'm focusing even more.

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| Asthma

Definitely better!

I didn't have to use Aerosol for too long, I only had to do 2 rounds per day and I still managed to breathe properly even during panick attacks, so it improved a lot ^^

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| My Bully??

Ok, this is probably the funniest parte of this post.

Cause this involves tickles.

So, after speaking to my parents about this, they talked to the teacher (I'm very shy when it's about talking to an adult I'm not in confidence with, I never talked to a teacher about a very serious problem) and the teacher called my bully here to talk to me.

We had a little discussion where I explained how his videos affected me and my mental healt/condition.

He had no idea my hallucinations could go so far that could lead me to think about ending my life.

He apologized. I could say ue begger for forgiveness cause he really looked sorry, and I forgave him in the end. And strangest but sweet part, we even became friends after three days.

So as we started talking more, he asked me

"But seriously now, are you still mad at me?"

That's when I understood he really was sorry for what he did, but deep inside he was also afraid that I would never really forgive him.

"No, i'm not mad anymore. Honestly, i've never been 'mad', but just upset about it"

But he still looked sad. So, what did I do? Of course duh🙄, I tickled him!

And I'm telling you I've never thought he could be so cute and ticklish. His giggles are the cutest thing and his worst spot is probably his neck (AHHHHH TICKLISH NECKS ARE SO CUTE).

So I managed to get him happy again and he even gave me a hug aw <3

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So yep, that's all ^^

My timer is currently at five months and fifteen days without ///ing so I'm really proud of myself, and I started loving my body more than before <3

Thanks to the two anons that sent me kind asks about how I was doing and wished me happy things <33!!

Stay safe & hydratated! ^^

Bye~! <33

#kaeri talking #sleep trouble #///mention #<3

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sleepyowlwrites · 2 years

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find the word tag CCCXXXIX

why do I always inadvertently plop myself down into a box of stuff to do in there and when I get out of the box there are people waiting to see what I got done while I was in the box and sometimes the answer is just "I was thinking about stuff that's outside the box" and oops I think I'm externalizing the adhd experience again. @spacetimewraithwrites

whole (previous lives and premonitions, 2020 - fun fact: this was fanfic but I literally had to tweak two things to make it not anymore)

Toby wasn’t about to just let it go. “How did you know about my dad?”

“Deja vu.”

“That makes no sense. It hasn’t happened before.”

Rose sighed again, picking at the end of her shirt sleeve. “Okay, not deja vu. A premonition.”

Toby’s voice sounded normal, but Arin could catch the way his words were clipped by his concern. “Do you often get premonitions?”

“There are things that nobody around me knows, or only one person knows, or they don’t know the whole thing. And they should know, or know more, or know better and there’s not any kind of easy way to make that happen. So for some reason, I get to know it, so I can tell them, and then, since I wasn’t supposed to know in the first place, I forget, and that pressure change of knowing and forgetting is a strain on my body, I guess. Sometimes I just get a little dizzy, sometimes I get a little faint and sometimes I just black out altogether.”

Arin didn’t know what to say to that. Mandy was speechless with her mouth open. Toby wasn’t angry, but he wasn’t happy and he definitely wasn’t talking.

work (29 days of october the original version, 2012 - fun fact: this was the last story I tried to write in first person until last year's Glow)

As consciousness returned to me, my body became aware of rough stones underneath. In a reflexive motion, my left hand slid down to that same hip, checking for my sword. In another moment I felt the smooth malachite pommel and leather grip. I forced my eyelids open, squinting immediately at the glare of noon sunlight. I'd forgotten that time ran differently here, an hour after time at home. Although, that would not make it nearly so late already, I must have been unconscious for at least three hours.

"I didn't think you would be out so long." Instantly I jerked upright, my right hand reached up to draw the dagger I kept sheathed at my back, but another hand closed on my elbow, followed by a weathered face. The voice had not been deep, but textured, and I had placed it to a man of middling age. Instead, the person before me could only be a few years older than myself.

His hand released me when I tugged away, and he sat before me on the dirt. My mind had started to work, but I could gather no sense of any other presence in the immediate area besides ourselves. I had never been so alone in such a great expanse. Surrounding us on three sides, shale and dirt spread out to the horizon line. Through the mist that floated lightly in the air, I thought I could make out the shapes of mountains far off, but I was not sure. Behind me lay the remains of a forest, I knew from scouts, and the portal attached to two tall trees.

"I'm Morren. Your first advisor picked out the best for you. Though, I don't know why I should be pulled away from my other duties to go on this suicide mission."

"Your duty now is to me. This mission is more important that anything else." I wasn't sure why I felt angry at him, perhaps it was his apparent careless attitude. However, I could not afford to give into feelings. I never could. "You know who I am, and you know what we're doing. Can we start immediately?"

"Of course, your highness."

watch (dirt in the doing - fun fact: I make good coffee)

“Do you want food?” Rune asks next, leaning against the counter with her own cup.

He shakes his head. “Coffee’s good.”

“I said it would be, didn’t I?” Rune doesn’t look at him, though, and still sounds half-asleep. “Okay, well, I have work, so, drink up because I’m not leaving you to lock up the place.”

Jet watches her gulp at her coffee before drinking his own at a slightly more moderate pace. Rune dumps her mug in the sink and sighs, running a hand through her hair. Belatedly, he sees she’s got dark red streaks in it, peeking out from underneath the ends. It suits her instead of looking out of place. How he knows this is beyond him. He finishes his coffee and tries not to have any unearned thoughts about this mysterious girl.

“You done? Let’s go.”

He’s really losing his touch, letting her just tell him what to do. Shadow could tell him he’d taken notes for him on a day skipped and he would’ve responded much less placidly. Just because it’s a girl shooing him out of her apartment doesn’t change his personality. Supposedly.

wing (but I was a bird you couldn't cage, 2021 - fun fact: the rhythm on this is super broken)

You beat your wings to follow me home Your insistence is tugging at my feet I creep past you in the nighttime Because you believe in starlight And the shadows are what helps us not to meet

I can’t help but wonder why I ever let you take my hand If the clock sounds out the time I still can’t give a reprimand Watch your feathers fall to rest beside the salty sea I know you’ll miss me in the moonlight but this is what we need

water (hell in a handbasket, 2021 - fun fact: this blew up way more than I ever thought)

“Hey, psst, hey kid, c'mere.”

“What?”

“Can I interest you in some,” and it flourishes its cloak dramatically, “hell in a handbasket?”

The boy squints at it, unimpressed.

“Are you coming back with the water or what?” His mother calls.

“There’s a demon in the yard, Ma!” He yells back.

“What does it want?”

“It’s trying to sell me hell in a handbasket!”

worse (dirt in the doing - fun fact: I did this)

“Did they break?”

“No.” Rune holds out her right hand and traces over the back of it with her other index finger. “But I felt something in here, and I could barely move them and couldn’t hold any weight with them. I taped two of them together and tried to manage the best I could.”

“So you went to get it checked out, right?” Hawk joins the conversation for the first time, and his tone indicates exactly how likely he feels that suggestion to be.

Rune snags Jet’s beer from him and he just flicks a piece of noodle at her instead of snatching it back. “No,” she answers. “I just asked a friend who was studying to be an EMT what she thought was wrong.”

Copper elbows her harder. “How are you even worse at taking care of yourself than my brother is?”

“I’ve gotten better since then! I’ve gotten better at a lot of things. You just happen to catch me on my bad days.”

The boys all give her varying degrees of disbelief in their expressions.

fruit, flavor, friend, first. BONUS: flirtatious, foreign. @spacetimewraithwrites @tc-doherty @drippingmoon @owlishink @yejiwritesthings @athenswrites @zoya-writes OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag #searching circle #alliteration agency

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Avengers + others reacting to reader passing out/getting dizzy.

( headcanons )

REQUESTS ~ CLOSED

The whole team ( like everyone ) :

Peter and Bruce notice the signs first. The way your eyes are glazed over. Whoever is closest to you will grab your arm if you sway or stumble forward.

It kinda depends on why you're feeling faint. If it's because of sickness, Bruce will definitely give you an IV so that you start to get better

If it's because of not sleeping, don't be surprised if they drag you to your room and make you go to sleep for like the whole day.

If it's because you haven't ate, then everyone will start arguing over what you should eat. While everyone is arguing, Steve and Bruce sneak away to the kitchen and get you some chocolate and a glass of orange juice

If there's no reason, then they will make sure to have you sit or lay down. They will also always keep a closer eye on you.

Tony Stark

He probably will tease you about being clumsy. He might even make a little joke or comment about it. Once he realizes that you are dizzy, he instantly goes into action.

If you start to pass out and he cannot reach you in time, he'll have one of his suits get around you so that you don't injure yourself falling.

If you don't wake up pretty much immediately, he's going to get Bruce. He might joke at first but he's still worried about you.

If he does reach you in time, he's going to wrap him arm firmly but gently around your waist. Once your eyes slide close, he picks you up and waits for a few moments. If you don't wake up, he'll take you to Bruce.

Steve Rogers :

He's literally by your side as soon as you stagger to the left. He starts rambling off questions. Asking if you had eaten that day or if you are sleepy.

When you pass out from the overwhelming wave of vertigo, his worry triples. He checks your pulse quickly before picking up your limp form.

It doesn't matter if you were only unconscious for three seconds. He is still taking you to Bruce. He deeply cares for you and would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to you.

He also hovers slightly now. He wants to be close enough to make sure that you are feeling okay and not feeling like you are going to pass out.

Bucky Barnes :

" You okay there, doll?" He says as he moves closer.

Once he gets closer, he gets his answer. You feel the room spinning and you blindly grab whatever is close to you. Turns out is was Bucky's metal arm.

He positions his body to where his normal arm wraps around your waist. He doesn't want to hurt you with his metal arm. He guides you to the closest couch and gets a good look at you.

He is trying to get to the bottom of your dizziness when you end up losing consciousness. Bucky immediately yells for Bruce and checks your pulse.

When you wake up, you're in Bucky's bed, a IV in your arm.

" You gave me quite a scare there, doll."

Thor :

If you get lightheaded on Asgard he takes you to the healers immediately. He's is super worried about you. You mean the world to him.

If you get dizzy on earth, he takes you to Bruce. Will not hesitate to pick you up when he sees the way your eyes glaze over.

Will freak out even more if you end up passing out in his arms. He holds you close in his arms. If you are injured and pass out in battle, Thor is p i s s e d.

When that happens he will not hesitate to kill all nearby enemies, his eyes glowing a deep blue as rage clouds him.

Loki :

He'll react similar to Tony. He most likely will tease you about it and make some smart comments about it.

But the moment, your eyes flutter, he teleports to your side. He's a trickster and likes joking around sometimes. But, he will actually draw a line when it comes to your health or your well being.

Demands Bruce to make sure that you are okay. The good thing is, Loki can teleport/shape shift.

So if he notices from far away that you are close to fainting, he'll immediately be by your side, to make sure you don't fall.

May or may not tease you though.

" You fainted directly into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you did not have to resort to such extremes."

Stephen Strange :

Okay if it's before his accident, he will immediately check you out. He's also a " I told you so." Type of guy so don't be surprised if he scolds you.

He will be worried if you end up passing out. Will take you to the hospital but won't let anyone but him and Christine check you out.

If it's after the accident, then you are kind of in luck. He has been more aware of his thoughts. If he notices that you look like you are able to collapse, he won't hesitate to use his powers.

He'll freeze everything to get to your side. He'll resume time when his arm is snug around your waist. Does panic a bit if you end up passing out. Won't let you do anything for the rest of the day.

If you end up passing out before he can freeze time, his cloak will always beat him to getting to you. His cloak will keep you upright so that strange can pick you up.

Peter Parker :

He could sense something was off. He was worried as he made his way to your side.

" Y/N, you oka-"

You fainted out of nowhere, your eyes rolling back in your head as your knees buckled. He was able to stop you from falling.

He had caught you with a web, a string of strong material had latched on your back. This was good enough until peter was able to get in front of you. You slumped forward in his arms.

" Mr. Stark? What should i- d-d-do?" Fear was evident in his eyes.

" Hold tight, kid. I'll get Bruce."

You awaken three minutes later and Peter has tears in his eyes. He thought you were gone forever.

Bruce Banner

Instant worry. As soon as he notices you start to sway unsteadily on your feet, he's going to pick you up. He will do a thorough exam to try and get to the bottom of it.

If you do end up passing out, he'll catch you and lay your body on the exam table, making sure that you are comfortable. While he does your exam, he'll make sure to keep an hand on your hip to make sure that you won't end up slipping

He feels better if he can find a reason behind your fainting. However, if he can't, then he'll will just make a habit of checking up on you more to see if you are feeling okay.

Natasha Romanoff :

She was already super protective of you. She felt really worried when she noticed what state you were in. Discreetly wraps her arm around your waist and supports a good portion of your weight.

Her grip tightens on you when your knees start to buckle. If you end up passing out, she will lift you into her arms and go in search of Bruce.

She won't leave your side while you are being attended to. She will also hold your hand while you are out. This is so you will recognize her when you wake up so you won't be alone.

May or may not use you feeling dizzy as an excuse to cuddle extra close to you. That way if you do end up passing out she will be close to catch you. + More affection.

Wanda Maximoff :

If she cannot reach you in time when you begin to lose consciousness, she will definitely use her powers. She would levitate you as gently as she could.

It also depends on where you feel dizzy at as well. If you feel dizzy but you are out and about, she will discreetly being you close and wrap her arm around you to keep you upright and steady.

If you start to feel lightheaded at the compound, Wanda will fully use her powers to make sure that you are safe. She will also carry you to bed.

Will not let you get up unless it's to go to the bathroom.

Vision :

Starts asking you questions while guiding you to the nearest soft surface. If you do end up passing out, he will pull you into his arms. He will time how long you are out for. If it's longer than a minute, he's taking you to Bruce.

Also keeps you a little snack stash for whenever you feel lightheaded or feel faint. You have also noticed that he is starting to hover more ( literally and figuratively ). If he notices you start to sway, he'll go right behind you and gently grab you so that you lean back against his chest.

While doing this, Vision will also discreetly check your pulse and temperature, but most times when he does that you are too out of it to even notice.

Just naturally worried about you. He wants you to be happy and healthy so he always makes sure to ask if you are feeling alright. You should also use it to get more cuddles out of him. When you cuddle up to him suddenly out of the blue, he will immediately ask you if you are alright.

Sam Wilson

Takes you to Bruce immediately. No like for real. And don't even get him started if you do end up passing out. Sam loves you so much so he's going to make sure that you are good.

Definitely makes you eat real food. None of that instant stuff. Even if he has to make it himself. If it's stops you from feeling faint, then he's willing to do that for you.

CUDDLING.... MORE CUDDLING.

He is definitely one of those people who loves cuddling with their s/o. If you do end up passing out, he will definitely be taking you to Bruce.

If there is no reason for your fainting then Sam will put you in bed. He will also make sure that you are as comfortable as he can make you. He will also have your favorite snack/food and/or movie ready.

Might make a joke or two about it.

Clint Barton :

( I forgot him oops )

Okay, he's like a mix between Natasha and Tony. He would tease you a little but like the instant he sees that you are looking a little out of it, he kinda panics. He definitely hovers close to you. However long this spell goes on, he will have both hands on you.

Will drag you to Bruce of he has to. He doesn't play around when it comes to your health. Once Clint has you steady he will crack a joke or two after make sure that you're good.

" I guess you could say you're falling for me."

Is a lot more hesitant for you to go into battle. He's now like ten times more protective of you, especially if the enemies know about your fainting spells.

He feels a little better about it if there's a reason behind you feeling woozy. Of it's something that can be fixed like eating enough, he'll make sure he always has snacks/drinks on him when you are around. He'll pull you into his lap and will make sure you are straight .

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llamagoddessofficial · 3 years

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Happy (late im sorry) birthday @aka-indulgence !!! I wrote you a special thing... with one of your special boyos whomst you managed to convert me into loving. I hope you had a fun day!!

Tw; caves, broken bones

You’d stopped screaming a while ago.

There were a lot of reasons- for one, the air in the cave was damp, thick, choking... screaming required you to take a deep inhale of the stale smog and your lungs were already starting to reject it. It was borderline unbearable and you were pretty certain that if you survived this, you’d be choking and coughing for a week at least.

... But that wasn’t the biggest reason. That wasn’t the most important reason you were keeping your mouth shut tight, as you laid on your back in complete darkness, eyes darting around as fast as they could and leg numb with agony.

By this point, screaming was a critical danger that would get you killed.

... The cave just behind the cliff was rumoured to be impossibly deep, to have once contained some kind of legendary terrifying monster that reacted violently to intruders and killed those who didn’t heed its immediate warnings to leave. Of course, there were no modern sightings of this mythical beast, and it definitely sounded less like fact and more like some urban legend designed to keep people away from a dangerous area. No one had ever mapped it... no one wanted to, even the most intrepid of local explorers. The stories (and a healthy serving of common sense) seemed to have prevailed long enough for that particular entrance to just be left alone.

...

So of course, your study group decided it’d be such a good place to spend a Friday night, armed with nothing but half-charged torches, rucksacks full of drinks, and borrowed walking shoes.

You could feel tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, gravity dragging them down the sides of your face as you stared upward into the total blackness. It was stupid to come down here, horror movie levels of stupid- but you just couldn’t say no to them. The study group was the closest thing you had to friends, and you let them lure you into coming along, you’d allowed yourself to be led by your terror of being left out.

... You had no idea how long you’d been lying on your back in total darkness with your immovable leg throbbing with pain, but it was getting clearer and clearer no one was coming back for you.

... So I guess you’ve been left out after all- left out in a cave to die.

...

A noise. You turned your head, quickly- a familiar blood red colour standing out against the black, closer than last time. Panic jolted through you once again and you grappled with your flashlight, turning it on and pointing it directly at the red; a harsh white circle of light appeared and illuminated a section of the cave. You saw bone and a wide maw of terrifying teeth for a split second before it retreated quickly from the glow in a flurry of movement, disappearing back into the nothingness, an aggravated snarl rippling through the cavern.

...

Your friends, if you could even call them that, seemed to have followed the philosophy of ‘don’t outrun the bear, just outrun the slowest person’. When the monster had attacked your group in the dark, everyone panicked and ran for the exit... and when you stumbled, falling down a steep shaft into what was most likely going to end up being your grave, you became the slowest person.

And the ‘bear’ focused on you.

... It was hanging around in the darkness surrounding you. You could hear it, scuttling, waiting, the terrifying sound bouncing off the walls and coming from every direction at once, you hated how your panic and the enclosed space worked perfectly together to fuck with your hearing. Your only hope was the flashlight you clutched in both quivering hands.

...

You turned to the left, and caught sight of the red again. An engorged, blood coloured orb, slowly moving closer to you like a stalking wolf- it paused when you raised the flashlight, ready to recoil, and you jammed your clammy thumb onto the on button.

...

Nothing.

...

“... N-no.” You said, tiny, voice cracking, shaking the device and mashing the useless button over and over. Suddenly, just like that, the darkness around you had swallowed you completely whole. “No, no, no...”

...

The monster made the same realisation you had. The flashlight was out of battery. The bloody red eye contracted a fraction... and then, upon realising your only line of defence was gone, advanced toward you.

...

You screamed as loud as you possibly could. You screamed with your whole chest, so hard it ricocheted across the walls and rang in your ears, you kicked your good leg against the ground in a desperate attempt to push yourself away but your heel just slipped on the floor. The sound didn’t deter it- and the eye got bigger and bigger, coming closer by the second, the true scale of the thing hunting you was dawning alongside the panic.

It’s gonna eat me.

The eye was the size of your fist. You could smell something, something warm, its breath, you were seized with unparalleled fear and you blindly swung the useless torch like a weapon. To your shock, it connected- landing squarely on what must’ve been a cheekbone. But it did about as much damage as a pillow would to a rhino and the flashlight shattered into pieces upon impact, with the monster not even so much as flinching.

It was definitely breath, you could feel it in your hair. It smelled like blood. Giant hands moved around your torso, under your arms, and picked you clean up off the ground- and the oh-so-familiar heavy ‘scuttling’ sound of him moving filled your ears.

S-someone help me!

You punched at his ribs, still ‘screaming' (it was hardly screaming anymore because it was punctured by cracks and thin breaths), the world was beginning to drown out. The sounds and smells and pain were all so overwhelming, the dark and red of his eye were already eating you before he’d even opened his mouth, all you could think about was how no matter how much you didn’t want to you were going to die.

...

Light. Light that wasn’t his eye. It was enough to distract from your shouting, pathetic attempt at making noise catching in your throat. Little glowing rocks- crystals, maybe, they dotted the floor and walls, creating a faint white that was just enough to see by but still filled the world around you with wriggling shadows.

... It was enough to, for the first time, properly see the creature that was taking you.

He was huge; a skeletal upper half, barrel-chested, shoulders twice the width of your own and a heavy sternum with ribs like prison bars. The size of his jaw and thickness of his teeth told you he wasn’t the kind of predator that wasted any time with theatrics; there was no serration, probably no venom, he wasn’t going to be using valuable time to suffocate victims. With a mouth like that he would get right to the point- crushing straight through bone like eggshell.

He was staring ahead. Concentrated.

... Your eyes darted past his skeletal body to the main thing you'd been afraid of seeing; his lower body was a centipede. Giant scar-mottled gleaming brown carapace, trailing off into the dark, massive hooked 'feet' working in perfect undulating tandem to move him effortlessly across the uneven cave floor. You had absolutely no idea how long he was, you couldn't even hazard a guess. No wonder you'd heard his scuttling all around you in the darkness, it wasn't your mind playing tricks on you, he'd literally been all around you- you never stood a chance, did you?

You'd wedged your arms between yourself and his massive ribcage, shaking hands pushing as hard as you could. Despite how obviously little it was counteracting his hold, it was your last way of feeling like you were fighting. Your face and neck ached, your chin was wobbling, your head pounded.. you were a melting ice statue ready to shatter at the slightest push.

You were running out of fight.

... He carried you up, over a lip, into a small alcove. A recessed section of rock, a cave within a cave- a slightly more concentrated cluster of those glowing stones revealed the interior was lined with furs, rags, chunks of sleeping bags, old and well-loved blankets. Some kind of nest.

I’m... am I hyperventilating? you thought, feeling disconnected and dizzy, mind retreating further and further away from your body as a final defence mechanism. Everything’s spinning.

...

Softness. At first, you thought you’d just gone completely numb... but when you concentrated a little more, you were surprised to find you were staring up at the glow-dotted stone ceiling.

...

... He’d... put you down. On his nest of blankets? He was hovering over you, breath still brushing your cheeks and forehead... that terrible eye shifted its gaze down your body, you felt like a dinner being surveyed.

... You couldn’t even bring yourself to try and wriggle away. What chance did you stand? Further and further into numbness... am I going into shock?

...

He reached toward your broken leg. You didn't even want to look at it; it hurt so badly. You squeezed your eyes shut, suppressing a sob.

...

Warmth.

A pleasant kind- like you'd just laid the broken limb beside a fire. Tingling faintly... magic? Healing magic? You couldn’t look, you didn’t have the stomach to see just how mangled the leg was, that’d just make it hurt even worse. But it was...

... Nice.

The warmth was like an eraser. It floated over the leg, fuzzy and comforting, and wherever it floated the pain just... ebbed away.

...

You opened your eyes again. When he stopped, there was no more pain in your leg. None at all. And he was just... sitting there. Staring at you.

...

“Y-you...” You croaked. The hole in the centre of his eyelight shrank a fraction. The magic felt like it was doing something to you; you could feel your shoulders slowly unwinding, chest relaxing enough for you to take breaths that actually filled your lungs, throbbing head settling down. “... You healed me?”

... Was clubbing him with a flashlight the wrong idea?

...

... He made a sound. Several sounds, actually... soft, throated, deep and staggered... chuffing, like a tiger. Such a gentle noise, for such a giant monster...

...

He seemed to make a decision. With one last little chuff and a nod to himself, his socket lidded... and he laid down next to you. One of his thick-as-your-head arms gently looped over your middle; you were vaguely aware of his centipede body gathering itself into the little alcove, some of it draping lazily over your lower legs.

... Keyword ‘vaguely’ aware. You were so tired, so tired and sick of being in pain, that you barely even wiggled in response to his strange cuddle-like gesture. He was... actually pretty warm... and he smelled like amber and campfires.

...

You were asleep before you could remember you needed to be scared of him touching you- that claws carding lovingly through your hair wasn’t supposed to feel nice.

#llama writes #centipede sans #HAPPY BIRTHDAYAAY #:DD #hope you enjoy owo #you made me like him so now im gonna make you read him #mWHAHAH

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cognitosclowns · 2 years

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TOUCH STARVED ALPHA-BETA IS EVERYTHING TO ME

AAAA STOP I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOR LITERAL CENTURIES SMNDSMDN

NSFT BELOW

GOD Y'ALL ARE GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO SCREAM ABOUT ALL MY TOUCH STARVED AB IDEAS. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULTS YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELVES

HE IS SO FUCKING TOUCH STARVED ITS UNREAL

He doesn't even know its touch starvation either - its not a concept he associates to himself bc 'Something Something Im Above Needing Anything'

'why do you subconsiously wrap your arm around your stomach and rub your side as if someone was with you if you aren't touch starved, AB' one might say. The answer to that is Shut The Fuck Up >:((

JUST LITTLE THINGS <33 he'll get distracted and just start,, passively touching himself?? (not like that you HEATHENS, that comes later smdnsmd)

LIKE <3333 fiddling with his own hair?? Pressing his palm just under his neck, running his thumb along the collarbone?? Before he shuts himself down for the night, he places his hand on the opposite shoulder so that when he wakes up it Almost Feels Like Someones There??? </3 YEAH. YEAH HE'S TOUCH STARVED. TOUCH FAMISHED. TOUCH RAVENOUS. SMDNSMD.

LISTEN JESUS CHRIST THE FIRST TIME YOU,,, TOUCH HIM YOU CAN,, VISIBLY SEE THE RUSH OF ABSOLUTE BLISS.

It wasn't even anything big?? Like <33 Reagan finally let up and agreed to let you sit in his tube for an hour, and when you were sitting yourself down your leg pressed against his side and Oops Hes Instinctively Leaning In Because He Wants More But,, Also Doesn't Know How The Fuck To Ask For More???

LISTEN HE'S A STUBBORN BASTARD. VULNERABILITY = WEAKNESS AND HE CANT ACCEPT THE IDEA THAT,,,,,, HES ALLOWED TO FEEL THINGS AND ENJOY FEELING THEM.

GRKKRKGR <333 him laying on your chest??? Like he'd never ask but,,, he just slowly keeps gettin closer and closer and eventually you just wrap your arms around him and coax him into this half-cuddling, half-hugging position??

HE HESITATES FOR,, A SOLID MINUTE??? Like you can SEE him battling his pride bc,,, Oh No Vulnerability.

Coo out a little,, endearment or pet name though?

his whole body <33 completely slacks in this gorgeous relieved sigh. He shudders a bit here and there but,, <33 mostly he's still. He accepts his defeat with grace <33

he doesn't even start huffing or scowling?? Like,, His Yearning For Touch completely overrides his pride. <333 in this moment he's a hopeless romantic mess for you, and maybe that's okay <3

OH BABEY the first time you play with his hair is a religious experience. It looks like he's about to faint?? his eyes just,, instinctively close w/ this massive shudder. You might even catch a low moan or two, if you have nails <333

LISTENNNN <33 REAGAN SAID AN HOUR ONLY BUT <33333333 yea it ends up being most of the afternoon bc she peeked in on the security feed and... tbh shes never seen AB that happy, she's not gonna interrupt that.

<333 HE UNDERSTAND WHY MOVIES MAKE FIRST KISSES LOOK SO DRAMATIC BECAUSE HO-LY FUCK. YOU AUDIBLY HEAR SMTH INSIDE HIM SNAP FROM HOW FAST HIS FANS ARE GOING.

His shoulders and brows just,, raise and raise and raise at first?? It's like this full body Shock??

<33 he <333 he didnt <33 he didn't think they'd be so soft <3

BUT LIKE THE MOMENT HE REGAINS BRAIN CELLS HE'S LEANING IN. TABLES TURNED.

he forgets you need to breathe bc hes so invested in it <333

like every time your head dips a little to catch your breath his head weaves down <333

EVEN WHEN YOU DO PULL BACK TO BREATHE, HIS LIPS ARE GONNA BE LIKE,, ON YOUR CHIN N BOTTOM LIP??? He breaks into smiles at random intervals just bc of how Dizzy With Love he feels??

<333333333333333 this man doesn't half-ass anything, especially not kissing <333 expect some <33 very long kissing sessions <333

GRRRKKRKR <333 ROBOTS <333 MEN <333 GNASHING OF TEETH.

HE <333 HEEEEE <333

IVE BROUGHT THIS UP AGAIN BUT LIKE <333 oh heavens just feeling your hands on his skin is enough to make him dizzy <33

running your hands along his back while he fucks you?? Or if you drape your arms around his shoulders while you ride him???? His eyes always unfocus a bit <333

LIKE <333 nah during sex he wants as much skin touching skin as possible. You're pretty sure he'd crawl inside u and hide there forever if he could lmao, he loves having you close <333

YOU WOULDN'T EXPECT IT,, BC,, YKNOW, HE ACT LIKE THIS TOUGH SNARKY ASSHOLE 80% OF THE TIME??? But Super Cuddly Sex is absolutely his jam when he wants,, smth more intimate.

NOT ONLY because he's secretly a sap but <33 oh the physical contact <33 feeling the little vibrations under your skin, the changes in temperature?

YKNOW WHAT??? I think he'd love cockwarming for that exact reason - not only for the delightful sensations, but like <333 he's so very close to you?? <3333 eee

His idea of heaven is lazy saturday morning cockwarming <333

JUST <333 the two of you pressed close under Massive Covers, his dick vibrating inside you?? Soft kisses here and there, all pretzeled around eachother?? Being close enough to hear every noise you make?? Your skin feels so soft and warm in the morning, that it almost feels like he’s standing in front of a fireplace? <3333 YEAYEAYEAYEA THAT'S LITERALLY HIS JAM

Whenever I write about this man, my brain cells completely escape my body. This is a formal apology SMDNSMDND

#alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta #alpha-beta x reader #robotus alpha-beta x reader #nsft #minors dni #inside job #AAA IM SOFT FOR TOUCH-STARVED AB #EVEN IN A NOT NSF.T KINDA WAY??? <333 LIKE JUST IN GENERAL #HIM BEING IN LOVE WITH BEING TOUCHED <333 PHYSICAL AFFECTION IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE AND ALSO LTIERALLY EVERYTHING TO HIM #GUH <33 HES JUST <333333 HE ADORES TOUCH. GRKKRKRKKRGKRKK HES BEEN SO DEPRIVED OF IT.#SOBS I WANNA WRITE A CUTE LAZY MORNING FIC W/ AB <333 where like #reader falls asleep in his tube after Reagan let them go inside for a bit #and <333 he didnt wake them up bc they looked too perfect to disturb <33 #OR LIKE <33 EVEN JUST CUDDLING W/ AB??? like him hesitating at first bc Grr Hes Supposed To be Scary #but then you start playing with his hair and he's as docile as a baby deer??#<333 #THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULTS DAMMIT SMNDS YOURE ENABLING ME #WITH ALL THESE DELIGHTFUL ASKS <333 #GUH <33 IM SO GLAD MORE PPL ARE FALLING IN LOVE WITH AB IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY #<333333333333333 #i want to romance the robo man #fluff #<3333 #every once in a while im like 'i write too much ab' and then i realize #MOST PPL ALREADY KNOW I LOVE AB LIKE WHO AM I HIDING FROM LMAO #SNMDSDMNSD #LIKE MY FUCKING PFP IS AB WHY WOULD ANYONE BE SURPRISED TO FIND THAT MOST OF THIS BLOG IS AB HRONYPOSTING-#long story short im the clown of clowns #MY WRIST HAS RECOVERED AND IM LIVING THE LIFE

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honeytae · 3 years

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You like my muscles that much, baby?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @flytomyjoon!!! you light up my dash and bless me with your thots™️ each and every day so...i just wanted to give you a little something to hopefully start your day off right :) while i was thinking about what to write for you there was only a split second of brainstorming before i settled on this concept, and i was like ‘ah yes, this feels very jas.’ also..this did start as a 600 word drabble but. anyways. i love you and i hope you have the best day my fellow taejoon simp and pisces bby!! <3 genre: smut

warnings: buff!joon, heavy grinding, hand stuff, sex in a mirror(does that need to be included here?), namjoon has a big dick, exactly one spank, dirty talk (not much though lol i’m not good at writing it), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it...unless it’s joon), kinda rough but still ~loving~ word count: 2.0k

Haphazardly tossing your bag to the ground while walking into your home gym, you exhaled at the hot air thick with the faint smell of perspiration, breath momentarily taken away from you when you spied your boyfriend lifting his body onto the pull up bar across the room from you.

His skin was glowing with sweat, lips parted as harsh breaths escaped them, his muscles visibly contracting with each lift of his body as his eyes scrunched shut at the pressure in his core.

Dropping to the ground with a huff, he pushed a hand through his hair, catching your eyes through the reflection of the mirror with a tired smile.

“Hey, baby,” he called to you, ushering you to him with a reach of his hand as you eagerly followed the action.

Your legs seemed to move without thought, bringing you closer and closer to him until you were within reach, squealing when you were pulled in by his arms suddenly wrapping around your torso.

Pressing you to his chest, he dipped his head so that his soft lips met yours, pulling back when you shriveled at his damp palm cupping your cheek.

“Ugh, you’re all sweaty.” You wrinkled your nose at the feeling of his slippery skin on yours, pushing him away with a light shove of your palm to his chest as he only chuckled at you.

“My apologies.” He smiled, stepping to the side to grab one of his barbells and beginning to lift the weighted bar to his chest.

You chuckled slightly at the man, reaching for his water bottle in hopes to relieve your dry throat from the commute home.

Taking a sip, you breathed out a sigh, the sound catching your boyfriend’s attention before he opened his mouth, a silent ask for you to lift the bottle to his lips.

You nonchalantly hummed as he thanked you, raising it back to your own mouth to get more of the cold liquid down your throat.

In the midst of doing this, Namjoon had bent down to grab more weights, sliding them onto the bar and lifting them with a groan before he eased into the pattern of lifting, pausing, then lowering again.

Nearly choking at the soft grunts escaping his lips every now and then with the effort, you internally scolded yourself, shaking your head to rid your impending thoughts as you properly swallowed the water.

The grunts he let out were deep with a bit of rasp, breath exhaled at the end of each one. The noise was similar to what he sounded like when he thrusted into your-

“How was your day?” He asked, the question momentarily bringing you back down to earth.

Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you were once again distracted by the muscles moving his biceps, shifting underneath his skin each time he moved the position of the weight.

He’d been bulking up lately and fuck, it was doing a number on you.

“Babe?” He called for you, interrupting your daze with a raise of his eyebrows, watching you gulp in response as you blankly stared back at him.

“What?” You asked, Namjoon smiling slightly before repeating his question, tilting his head when you only shrugged distractedly.

“What is going on with you?” He asked, eyes darting down to where your eyes were still attached to his bicep, bottom lip trapped by your teeth as you shifted in your stance.

“You are going to be the death of me.” You mumbled, quiet enough for him not to be able to make out the words but loud enough for him to know you’d said something.

“Wha-” He cut himself off with a hum as you suddenly dove forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss, the sudden fervor you met him with causing a confused noise to escape his throat.

The bar in his hand messily clattered to the ground, Namjoon quickly guiding your bodies away from the area to avoid injury, trailing his hands up your arms as he returned the needy action.

It wasn’t your fault his lips were like a magnet; pink and plush and pretty, always drawing you in for more whenever he gave you an intended sweet peck.

After all, they felt like velvet against your own, soft yet firm in the way he worked them over yours, large hand sliding to the back of your neck to secure you there.

The feeling of his tongue pushing into your mouth had you moaning instantly, the man’s grip on your hips dizzying you as he began backing you up against the mirror.

Gasping at the feeling of the cold glass against your back, Namjoon took the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his hot tongue swirling around your own and eliciting a whimper.

“Jump.” He mumbled, capturing your lips with his again as he squeezed at the back of your thigh, instructing you to jump up onto his body as his palms went to support your ass.

Being pressed directly against your boyfriend’s body had you reeling, subtly rocking your hips into his and making him moan in response.

The butterflies at the pit of your stomach only grew with each motion, the throbbing between your legs informing you that this was not at all the innocent greeting you’d been expecting as Namjoon began thrusting to meet your hips movements, quite literally fucking you over your clothes.

The grinding seemed to be getting to him just as much as it was you, the growing bulge in his shorts proving your suspicions as his throaty noises hummed into your opened mouth.

“Fuck, rough day or something?” He panted against your lips, breath catching in his throat when you rolled your hips down harder against his, increasing the friction to make his eyes momentarily roll back.

“N-not really, just, shit, unghh” You trailed off as his hand went under your shirt, thumb rubbing at your nipple over your lace bra, “your m-muscles, Joonie.”

Whining when his fingers trailed up your thigh and disappeared under your skirt, you gasped when his fingers dipped underneath the fabric of your underwear, exhaled moan falling from your lips when his thumb slipped over your swollen clit.

“You like my muscles that much, baby?” He asked in amusement, feeling your arousal begin to drip onto his finger, breathing out a curse word at the feeling.

You didn’t respond, instead letting out a pitiful whimper as his fingers slid down your slit to gather your wetness, entering you two at a time. Namjoon moaned quietly at the feeling of your fingers clenching around him, knowing how it felt whenever you did that around his cock.

“Oh shit.” You whined, grinding your clit into his palm as his fingers scissored inside of you.

Smirking, he removed his fingers, raising them to your mouth and tapping on your bottom lip with his sodden fingertips.

Obediently you opened your mouth, taking his fingers in with a swirl of your tongue, smugly watching as his eyes darkened at the sight of your cheeks hollowing around them.

“Fuck, need you now.” He huffed, withdrawing his hand to tug his shorts and boxers down to his knees before shifting your own underwear aside with a brush of his fingers, groaning at the fresh slick coating his appendages when he pulled them away.

“Here?” You asked, the man chuckling as he gripped his cock, giving himself a few strokes as he turned his head, meeting your eyes in the mirror placed behind him.

“Yeah, here. Just enjoy the view, I guess.” He laughed, you scoffing at him as you locked your fingers behind his neck, rubbing at the hair on his nape with a fond smile.

“Joon.” You gasped as he entered you, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder as he held himself there with all the self control he could muster, taking a moment to let you get used to the intrusion.

His cock was fucking massive, stretching you open as he slowly bottomed out, the sting burning into electrifying pleasure as he patiently waited for you to give him the go ahead.

“Move.” You mumbled, the man immediately following instruction as he pulled his hips back, pushing back into you with a shuddered breath.

You moaned at his shallow thrusts, meeting them with a slight roll of your hips each time as he whispered praises into your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me. Mine.” He growled, stinging the flesh of your ass with the impact from his hand, groaning as you clenched around him in response.

Smoothing his hand over the skin, he kneaded the flesh in his fingers, the tender action a stark contrast to what his hips were doing.

His thrusts had now picked up pace and were harsh, your fingernails clawing at his back with the pleasure coursing through your veins, foggy brain barely noticing his fingers prying your shirt down to reveal your chest.

His hips never faltered even as he concentrated on tugging down the cup of your bra, his mouth sucking at your nipple in such a way that would surely turn the skin shades of purple later on.

Although the music from his workout playlist was still going, both your moans nearly drowned it out, along with the squelching noises whenever Namjoon re-entered you, your arousal embarrassingly loud over the beat from the speakers.

But you couldn’t seem to care when the head of his cock was persistently tapping at the spongy spot he knew drove you crazy, watching your eyes flutter shut with a smirk as he glanced up at you, his mouth still sucking diligently at your hard peak.

Making a sound of complaint when he popped off your chest, you allowed yourself to be slightly jostled in the man’s hold, his hands directing you to lock your legs around his hips tighter as he shifted you slightly up his body.

“Oh my- Fuck, Joon!” You shouted as his grip moved to your hips, taking your body into his control and lifting you up and down his cock, slamming into you at a brutal pace that had your eyes rolling back into your head as you clung onto his shoulders.

Opening your eyes, the sight in front of you was filthy, your reflection in the mirror looking absolutely wrecked as you watched yourself bounce on Namjoon’s dick, his biceps contracting each time he lifted your body.

Shifting your gaze to Namjoon’s face was even worse, his beautiful features twisted in concentration, teeth gritting against each other at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him.

It was only a few moments later that you felt the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, babbling nonexistent words that clued him in immediately, his finger rubbing at your clit again to encourage you.

Your pussy clamping down around him had your name falling from his lips instantly, squeezing you tighter to him as he sloppily thrusted into your heat.

The feeling of his hot cum shooting up into you made a whine escape, his final loud moan triggering your walls to flutter around him one last time before you hit your high.

Exhausted, you dropped your head back against the mirror, wincing at the sting it created at the crown of your head. Namjoon hummed, soothing your head with a gentle rub of his fingers and a caring look in his eyes, the dark lust that was there previously now completely gone.

“You okay?” He asked, smiling softly as he tucked damp strands of hair behind your ears, leaning forward to kiss both of your temples as you tried to catch your breath to answer him.

“God, you’re gonna split me open.” You finally exhaled, Namjoon chuckling as he planted a sweet kiss to your lips, pulling back to look at you with a tender gaze.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you shower?” He offered, your eyebrows raising at him with an amused smirk.

“Doesn’t that benefit you, too?” You chuckled, the man laughing a bit as he shrugged.

“A little, yeah.” He agreed, thinking for a moment before grinning at you, ”I can cook you dinner?”

“Now that doesn’t benefit anyone.” You said, Namjoon pulling a face of offense as you laughed at him, his eyebrows pulled together and mouth gaped open just slightly as he fought back a smile.

“Keep it up and I’ll retract my original offer.”

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alby-rei · 3 years

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Hold On Tight (Dazai x Reader)

a/n: AAAAA Thank you so much, my lovely 🥺🥺💕💕 *sips iced tea to hydrate* Sending you lots of hugs!! I had a lot of fun with this one and went about it a little differently than I initially planned, so I hope you enjoy >///<

(I hope you’re not afraid of heights) Happy Reading!

Wordless “I love you” Prompts #49: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

summoning the dazai simps ✨ @celmanics @dazaiswindow

[Full title]: Hold On Tight (Unless You Want to Fall)

[Genre]: Humor, fluff, pre-relationship

[Word Count]: ~1300 words

[Warning]: Heights, Unsupervised/unsupported house climbing

[Requested by]: @daisiesandshakes

~*~

“Dazai, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course, Toshiko-san. I climb up the mansion all the time.”

“And how often do you climb while carrying another person on your back?”

You didn’t hear a response right away. Dazai hummed to himself as his hand searched for the next overhang to support his weight on. You tightened the grip of your arms and legs around his figure when you felt your body sway with his movement. You’ve never been this close to any of the residents before, and your face was definitely heating up (though you could blame that on the heat, too). You called out his name again, the fear in your voice loud and clear.

At last, he replied confidently, “To tell you the truth, this is a first for me, but—”

“WHAT?!” Both of your arms tensed from the grip of your hands around his neck.

He steadied himself before he turned his head to shoot you his best relaxed smile.

Except you were anything but relaxed! This is insane and dangerous! What would le Comte or Sebastian say if they saw the two of you like this?! You were certain at least one of them would faint from the sight.

(The latter would be busy excitedly writing down the events in his notebook.)

You thought back to how you ended up here: Clutching Dazai’s body for dear life while he climbed the side of the mansion to “get you to your room faster”.

It all started in the garden.

You were watering the plants beneath the hot summer sun. On your way back inside, you happened to spot Dazai and waved at him.

The next step you took didn’t land on the cool grass, however, but rather fell right down a hole disguised by the grass. After overcoming the initial shock, you looked up to see Dazai in front of you in a flash with concern laced in his eyes. Fresh tears gathered in the corner of your eyes when you tried to pull yourself up. He crouched down to help get your foot out and let you hold onto him while you hopped on one foot to regain your balance.

One could say Dazai felt guilty for distracting you or not warning you ahead of time, and maybe that was why he insisted on helping you out. But…

“—don’t worry, Yoshie-san! I won’t let you down,” he grunted with effort when he reached upward for the next block, “literally and figuratively.”

“A-a-huh…” your response came out much shakier than you intended, the fear of falling rising the higher you reached.

“We’re almost there, just don’t look down,” he sang.

Normally, Dazai would climb much faster than he was now. Not only would he be lighter, but he was always down to experiment with different routes. With you, however, he made sure not to make any sudden moves, and he would warn you before he makes his next move. He kept conversing with you as well while you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on your breathing. How he could sound so calm and composed while pulling the two of you up the windowsill left you baffled, to say the least.

“Remind me again why you couldn’t just walk me through the front door?”

“What kind of man would I be to let you hop your way up that enormous staircase. Of course, I would offer to carry you.”

“Yes, I understand that, but why wouldn’t you carry me up the stairs, instead?”

“A sprained ankle is a serious injury that needs immediate care. Carrying you up the staircase at the main entrance would take far too long.”

“At least we’d be on solid ground!”

“Hmm? Do you like the idea of the other residents seeing you being carried like a princess to your room by me? Oh, the things they would imagine,” he mused. “Take this as our own secret adventure~”

Your eyes remained closed when you said, “I don’t know how climbing the side of the mansion in broad daylight counts as any form of secrecy, but…”

You paused when you felt yourself being turned around.

“And here we are.”

“Eh?”

True to his word, when you peeked one eye open, you were met with the pink shades of your room’s décor. Dazai sat comfortably on the windowsill with his legs dangling from the edge. All you had to do to get down was unhook your legs around his waist to meet the solid floor. Your legs wobbled as you gingerly shifted your weight off of him and into the room. Next, you unclasped your arms around his neck—which you realized were maybe a bit too tight.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“A little dizzy, not gunna lie,” you reached for the stool by the foot of your bed and clutched your head, “I’m so sorry if I was hanging onto you too tight, did it hurt in any way?”

“Not at all, I quite liked the feeling of your arms around me,” he admitted over his shoulder with a carefree smile.

“Oh…” You had to look away when you felt your face heat up.

You dragged yourself with the stool towards the window to sit in front of him while your eyes remained on the ground. Dazai stared at you expectantly while you searched for words to respond with.

“Well…” You started.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear.

“Thank you for everything, Dazai.”

His eyebrows raised in shock, and after a long moment he twisted in your embrace to return the hug. He rested his head on your shoulder casually. You leaned against him to avoid applying pressure on your injured foot, and he could feel your heartbeat calm down from the adrenaline. Subconsciously, he’d tightened his grip as he remembered the panic and distress he’d seen when the pain of your fall had set in.

“Dazai…?” You tapped his back.

“Ah, my apologies,” he pulled away, flashing you his usual calm smile.

He swung his legs back out the window, looking ready to depart.

“I’ll call a doctor for you, so make sure to keep your foot elevated until he arrives, okay?”

And out he went. A light breeze flew through his bangs as he waved goodbye.

[Bonus Scene]

As soon as Dazai left, you heard knocking at your door though the guest didn’t wait for you before he hurried in.

“MC!” It was Arthur. “What’s this about you and a sprained ankle? A clumsy bird today, are we?”

Arthur grinned, as he set his doctor’s bag on the table beside you.

“When’d you hear about that?”

“Dazai told me.”

“Wh—? How—?” He had just left out the window! Did he speak telepathically with Arthur on his way down?

“Well, not directly, but I definitely heard him talking about your ankle from my open window. It’s a shame I wasn’t fast enough to catch a glance of your—”

You slapped his arm before he could finish his sentence. Doctor or not, he’s still an incorrigible flirt.

“Ow! Now, is that any way to treat the doctor who rushed all this way to treat you?” He bent down to grab your ankle with utmost care.

“We live in the same mansion, doc,” you huff, but you don’t pull away when he wrapped it up for you.

Your thoughts drifted back to Dazai.

“…I quite liked the feeling of your arms around me.”

He and Arthur seem to share that trait: Getting a reaction out of you through words alone. One thing’s for sure, your mind was going to keep replaying today’s events for the rest of the day until your heart decides to stop racing from the thrill of it.

#ikevamp writing #ikevamp dazai #dazai x reader #ikemen vampire #dazai x mc #dazai x you #alby one-shots #dazai going full spiderman #to admire such back muscles up close... sighhhh

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cooliogirl101 · 3 years

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so what happened with nana and shamal? are they a less intense version of gin and hisana? 🤔

The first time Shamal sets eyes on Nana Fujiwara, he is convinced he’s seen an angel. He takes in the warmth of her eyes, the silkiness of her hair, the way she smells like white tea and jasmine, and he leaps at her with welcoming arms, ready to embrace her and press himself against those soft, inviting curves.

He’s promptly enveloped in an enormous cloud of pepper spray. That basically sets the tone for the next two years of their relationship.

In general, Nana likes to think of herself as someone who gets along pretty well with people. She knows she has a bit of a temper, but she tries her best to keep it under control and to remain patient, calm, and understanding.

That all goes out the window when it comes to Trident Shamal.

There are a lot of things about Shamal that she hates. She hates the way he leers at and chases after every girl he finds attractive. She hates his stupid, perverted grin and she hates the stupid, dopey look he gets on his face every time she sees him, and she hates his stupid, fucking ridiculous rule about ‘not treating men.’

Most of all though, she hates how he gets away with it. How every single member of the administration simply laughs it off, telling her it’s “just some harmless flirting, don’t worry about it.” One professor tells her she should be flattered and she almost commits homicide right then and there.

Then to top everything off, she can’t even avoid him because as the top two members of their class, they always end up getting paired together for projects, which was...just typical.

Honestly, Nana thinks the fact that she hasn’t killed him yet is an enormous testament to her self control. She could probably put that on her resume under ‘special skills’-- has refrained from murdering classmate (was there a word for that? Classmate-cide? Peer-tricide?) despite being given literally hundreds of reasons to do so.

Not to say she hasn’t imagined doing so. Vividly. She ended up doodling so many scenarios that she had to get a second notebook.

Any other day, and Shamal would have been thrilled to have Nana Fujiwara, the loveliest, prettiest, most adorable girl in his class, knocking on his door. Any other day and he would’ve been more than happy to wax poetic about her beautiful smile, her fiery personality, her large, doe-like eyes, the soft curve to those plump, inviting lips, the-- well, the list goes on.

Right now however, he hadn’t showered in three (or was it four?) days, he was drenched in his own sweat, he was running a fever of 39.5 C, his head was throbbing painfully, everything hurt, and to top everything off, the room smelled strongly of vomit.

“Shamal, I know you’re in there! Open up!” Shamal groaned miserably, covering his eyes with one arm as the pounding at the door caused his headache to go from ‘someone trying to drive an iron spike through my head’ to ‘iron spike is now on fire and accompanied by a hundred tiny hammers, please kill me now.’

“Goddammit Shamal, you were supposed to send me the draft of your half of the project three days ago! Open the door!” Nana continued to shout through the door. “I swear to god, if you don’t open up, I will kick your door down, don’t think I won’t--oh.”

Nana blinked, irritated scowl melting away at the sight of his appearance. She frowned, a touch of concern creeping into her expression.

“Are you...okay?” She asked hesitantly. It was the first time he’d heard Nana Fujiwara sound hesitant and Shamal hated it.

Summoning up whatever last reserves of strength he had left, Shamal put on his best flirtatious grin, eyes curving up into crescents.

“Aww, you don’t have to be worried about me, beautiful!” He cooed, then clenched his teeth as he felt his stomach swoop nauseatingly. “I’ll be fine, just had a lil’ too much to drink last night.” He leaned casually against the doorframe, which had the added benefit of keeping him mostly upright. “I just need to sleep it off and then--”

“Yeah no, you’re clearly not okay. Stupid question,” Nana murmured, clearly ignoring everything he’d just said. She stepped closer, placing a hand against his forehead. “Jesus, you’re burning up. Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No!” He shouted. Nana flinched, startled, and Shamal cursed under his breath. He hadn’t meant to do that.

“No,” he repeated, calmer this time. “No hospitals. I’ll be fine.”

“Shamal--” Nana began.

“They won’t be able to do anything,” he interrupted. “I’ve been through this before, I know how it goes. I just need to wait it out.” He swallowed. “Going to a hospital won’t help. Please, Nana, I--”

He suddenly doubled over, retching violently the rest of his words disappearing under a river of vomit. Shamal had just enough time to see Nana’s eyes widen before he slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

Shamal woke up to gentle hands dabbing at his face with a cool washcloth, the pleasant scent of white tea and jasmine, a familiar voice murmuring soft reassurances in his ear.

“Shhh, you’re okay. It’s just me,” the voice whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

“Nana?” Shamal asked, fighting to stay awake. “You stayed.”

There was a pause.

“Yeah,” she said finally. “Yeah. I stayed.”

Honestly, Nana had no idea what possessed her to actually listen to her obviously sick, half-delirious, idiot classmate instead of doing the reasonable thing, which would’ve been to dump him at the nearest hospital.

Maybe it was the fact that he’d actually called her by her name for once, instead of some stupid pet name. Maybe it was the fact that she knew firsthand how miserable hospitals could be and could sympathize with his desire to avoid them at all cost. Or maybe it was the fact that she recognized the tone of voice he’d used when he’d told her that there was nothing the doctors could do to help him-- the kind of resigned certainty that could only come from experience, of having your hopes dashed over and over. It was a tone of voice she was well acquainted with.

(“I’m sorry Christina, there’s nothing more we can do.”)

It could have been any one of those reasons, or all three of them. She tried not to think too much about it.

It took another two days before Shamal’s fever started coming down and three before he started sounding halfway coherent again. On the fourth, she found him sitting in bed with his breakfast untouched on the nightstand next to him.

“Is something wrong?” Nana asked, frowning. “Are you feeling nauseous again?” When he shook his head, she continued, “I can make something else if you don’t like--”

“Why?” Shamal interrupted.

“Why what?” Nana asked, puzzled. “Why did I make eggs? I was looking up things that are good to eat when you’re sick and I came across a recipe for Chinese steamed eggs. I wish I knew about this before, I mean like it provides protein but it’s soft like a custard so you don’t have to chew much and--”

“No, why-- why do all this? Why go to this much trouble for me?” Shamal demanded, gesturing wildly with his hands. “The cooking, and the-- the washing, and you even cleaned up my apartment, and I don’t-- I don’t understand why--”

“Well, what was I supposed to do, just leave your unconscious body lying there on Death’s front doorstep?” Nana asked uncomprehendingly.

“I threw up on you!” Shamal snapped, sounding mortified.

“Yeah, you aren’t the first person to throw up on me, and you won’t be the last,” she responded dryly. “I’d be in the wrong line of work if I let a little vomit get to me.”

When he still refused to meet her eyes, she sighed.

“Look Shamal, I may not like you-- actually, I can’t stand you-- but that doesn’t mean I want you to suffer like this. You don’t deserve that, no one deserves that.”

No one deserved to feel like their body was failing them. Nana swallowed, forcing her voice to remain steady.

“I was in a position to help, and so I did,” she said quietly. “It’s as simple as that.”

“...as simple as that,” Shamal echoed. “You truly mean that, don’t you? No favors, no debts, just--” He laughed, a little disbelievingly. “You’d go above and beyond the call of duty even for those you hate, just because it was the right thing to do.” He shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. “You really are something else, Nana Fujiwara.”

Nana glanced away, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. She wasn’t sure if he was just acting weird due to the lingering fever, or-- or dizziness from missing breakfast, but something about the way he was looking at her in that moment--

“I should take your temperature again, it’s been over eight hours since I last checked it,” she said abruptly. “I think I left the thermometer in the other room, wait here.” She marched off and tried to ignore how it felt like running away. “Eat your eggs.”

#would really love to hear what you guys think of this relationship dynamic!#solar flame au #wtl!au

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myfearless-love · 3 years

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89 for deckerstar please

I am so ASHAMED for taking this long with this one. Also, warning: this is a long one. I hope you like it! :)

89. "Mmm...you're warm."

Cold.

Freezing, fingers turning blue cold.

That's the first thing she becomes aware of after gaining consciousness. Her head is throbbing, and she feels dizzy and on the side of her temple, there's something warm trickling down...up?

What the hell is going on?

She tries lifting her hand to wipe at her face, but sharp pain shots through her shoulder at the movement, and she lets out a small whimper. The seat belt is digging into her sides and she still can't open her eyes in fear of emptying the contents of her stomach.

She tries desperately to recollect her memories, but her mind is all kinds of fuzzy and the only thing she can remember is that she's probably somewhere near Lake Arrowhead and is supposed to drop by the local sheriff's station for a joint case.

After a minute or so, she's also able to recall the heavy snowing hitting her halfway through her journey and the radio warning her to seek shelter.

And that damned deer jumping in front of her car.

And after that, darkness.

She needs to get out of this wreck. Fast. Or she's going to die of hypothermia in the next hour.

The only problem with this particular plan is that she can't really get her body to cooperate, and her legs are already starting to feel numb from the cold. Oh, and she's also upside down, and she must have bruised her shoulder pretty bad, making it almost impossible to free herself from her seatbelt.

She tries not to panic, tries not to think of what happens if she can't find a way out and somewhere warm. She can't think about how they are going to find her cold and injured dead body, about how Dan or Trixie would feel, about how…

About Lucifer.

The thought of him sends a wave of guilt down her spine. The last time they had any interaction was more than four months ago when she flat out declared she doesn't want to work with him anymore.

Through a text.

Not in so many words, but her "I need time and space. Away from you" was probably just as clear as a bottle of vodka.

After that, she ignored his many calls and voicemails, even going as far as hiding in the evidence closet room when he attempted to catch her at the precinct. Because really, how do you deal with finding out your partner is actually the Devil, Lord of Hell? They don't make textbooks for this.

A part of her is still in shock at the revelation, but if she's honest with herself, another, bigger part of her that had some time to process all the biblical nonsense that is apparently true, had already come to terms with this knowledge. She just needed a little time away from him and to rant her mouth dry, preferably to someone with a psychology degree.

It was both uplifting and infuriating to learn that Linda is also part of the In The Know club. Chloe was angry at first because clearly, Lucifer trusted the doctor more than his partner slash almost girlfriend. But Linda helped her a lot in realizing why he actually held this particular information from her.

Why he only voiced the truth but deliberately showed her no evidence.

She basically proved all his fears right.

She has long since regretted her behavior following the weeks after the showdown with Pierce.

But before she could fall deeper into the great abyss that is her guilt, her survival instincts take over at her body temperature dropping rapidly and having little to no strength to drag herself free from the car. Her shoulder is still throbbing like crazy, her head is spinning and she sees double when she attempts to open her eyes. True panic is rising high in her throat and when her adrenaline level finally reaches its threshold, she finally manages to free herself from the seatbelt and tries to soften her fall with her good arm.

She still lands with a thud on the roof of her car and tries to hold back a cry with little to no success. She waits for the pain to pass, or at least until it becomes bearable, before reaching for the door handle. She pushes at it, but it doesn't even budge. She tries it again and again, and with a frustrated sigh, she realizes it's stuck.

Change of tactics.

She tries to bring her leg up to the window, gives it a forceful kick at the glass with her boots, and soon understands that either she's too weak to cause even a slight crack or she's literally buried under the snow and it's not just a thin veil of white powder coating the glass.

Which would explain why the temperature is dropping so rapidly and why she can barely feel her fingers anymore.

She looks around for something sharp, anything to at least make a tiny crack on the glass, and then maybe she can shatter all the way and crawl out and away.

To survive.

She looks and searches but there's nothing within her reach, her gun flew off somewhere in the vehicle and her badge is at the other side of the car, but she's unable to move more than a few inches in her cramped state.

And that's when she lets the tears fall and the realization hits her.

She's going to die.

She feels the incredible tiredness taking over her, first her limbs, then her eyes and mind. And then she starts to pray.

She prays to Dan to not be angry at her for going alone for this case, to take care of Trixie, and not let her grief consume her.

She prays to Trixie to be well and have a happy, long life without her.

She prays to her mother to be strong, to keep it together for herself and her granddaughter.

And finally, she prays to Lucifer. To forgive her for shutting him out, for not accepting him. To carry on with his life and not grieve her passing.

And before her brain shuts off completely, she could swear she hears a rustling noise and metal squeaking, but she's also almost certain it's just her withering mind playing tricks on her. Or it's the first step towards Heaven or Hell. Probably Hell.

And then the darkness finally takes her.

˘. . . ° . . . ˘

When she opens her eyes, all she can see is white, white, white, and she's almost convinced she just touched down in Heaven. She doesn't know how much time has passed, or if there is a time at all. But one thing she knows is that she's not supposed to feel any pain in her eternal rest and her shoulder is still killing her, the slight slash at her temple is still throbbing with every heartbeat.

You are supposed to feel happy and whole in Heaven, right? Isn't that the whole point?

Which means she's probably in Hell.

That would explain why she is jostling around like she's in some kind of weird rollercoaster, why she still feels awful and achy, and about to empty her stomach. And then cold, bitter wind and snowflakes hit her face, making her shiver and tremble during her hellish rollercoaster ride.

"Oh God," she lets out as another wave of nausea shots through her battered body and something tightens around her back and legs.

"Not yet, Detective. Not for a long time if I have anything to do with it," says an accented voice above her that is dreadfully similar to Lucifer's. She chances a glance up, just enough that she doesn't have to lift her head since she's already in a weird position, and catches sight of a familiar stubbled jaw and cheek. Those oh-so-captivating dark brown eyes lock with hers for a millisecond before he quickly averts his gaze.

She doesn't know what he means, but there's a slight grimace contorting his graceful features. She would very much like to chase it away and give him his usual teasing smile back. But just him being near her is something she never thought she would have again and maybe, if he stays, being dead isn't so bad after all.

And then a realization hits her. Lucifer is here. He is the Devil. And he is carrying...flying her? She almost lets out a loud gasp as she notices that the whooshing sounds are his giant white wings, and the roller coaster feeling is from being carried in the air.

She really is going to Hell. And Lucifer is taking her there. Most probably, because she has no other explanation for what she's experiencing.

But why is it so goddamn cold?

"Am I in…? Are you…?" she has to ask, though she cannot seem to utter those words.

She doesn't really need to, his immediate sharp intake of breath indicates he understood her train of thought just fine.

"No," he bites out sharply, like the whole idea is preposterous, a blasphemy in itself, and the frown on his forehead deepens even more and, again, the urge to smoothen those lines with her fingers and soft words of apologies hits her with double force.

It seems she just can't stop hurting him. Directly or indirectly, her actions are causing him pain when the truth is, she didn't mean her question to be a jab, she really doesn't know what's going on. She could either be in Hell or be alive, the latter seems very unlikely given her previous very dire situation and injuries.

"You are not in Hell, Detective," he confirms it almost as though reading her mind and something like hope and happiness spreads through her body, nearly forgetting the stinging of her cuts and bruises. "You will never know that wretched place, not if I can help it."

He says this with such conviction that she can feel her eyes fill up to the brim with tears, almost spilling over. Even after months of ignoring him, hurting him, he still wants to protect her.

He still saved her miserable life.

She lets out a soft "thank you" because she doesn't really know what to say, it seems so little in light of what he just did for her. He really saved her life from certain death (and God knows what after that). He doesn't respond, though, only gives her a low-spirited smile and faint nod before turning his attention back to flying her to...somewhere.

But before she could think about their possible destination in the middle of nowhere, the cold wind suddenly picks up and Lucifer falters slightly in the air. He tightens his grip on her, and she can feel the warmth of his fingers through her not at all winter-friendly jeans and stuffed jacket as he clutches her closer to his chest while trying to maneuver his way through the sudden turbulence.

The wind doesn't ease up as they continue on, and the snow starts falling even heavier. Chloe has to close her eyes at the incoming snowflakes. Lucifer tries to keep them steady, but the blizzard hits cruelly in this area of California, and even his divine abilities are appearing to be failing him. She finds herself holding onto him just as firmly and buries her face in the crook of his neck, her nostrils fill with the mix of musk and violet of his cologne.

Christian Dior, he once told her. Her favorite on him.

But she doesn't have time to get lost in the familiarity because his strangled "hold on, Detective" is all the warning she has before they are descending.

She does take on his advice and holds onto him for dear life, her fingers are turning white from clutching his neck and shoulders, no doubt leaving bruises on him in the process. She closes her eyes from their impending collision with Mama Earth because she doesn't really know what his aim is. Not only that, but she still can't see anything but white in the storm, and she doubts there is anything in a 50-mile radius that could shelter them for a couple of hours... or days.

But he clearly sees or senses something nearby, so she is choosing to just trust him.

She feels him zigzagging in the air, not sure if it's the wind throwing them around, or it's deliberate movement on his part. But then she hears cracking sounds around them, just like when she and Trixie take a hike and there are twigs snapping under their feet. She chances a look around just as Lucifer lets out a loud hiss, and she realizes that her guesses were right, they are somehow at the height of trees and their unforgiving sharp branches.

Soon they land in a heap of confusion and limbs tightly gripping one another. Lucifer is half-kneeling in the freshly fallen snow, but he's still holding her in his arms. Her eyelids slowly crack open when she's sure they are on firm ground and looks around.

Sure enough, her eyes land on a small wooden cabin not twenty feet in front of them, its steps leading to the front door and railings on the small patio are covered with snow. It doesn't look like anyone is occupying at the moment, it looks slightly neglected.

"Not my most graceful landing, but it could have been worse," his tone is light but Chloe notices the slight edge of worry and frustration too. She's absolutely certain he would have dusted off the snow and leaves from his jacket if it weren't for holding her, a movement he does every time he is annoyed or nervous.

He looks her over with searching and tense eyes, no doubt making sure she didn't acquire new injuries during their journey.

She wants to do the same because she remembers his sharp intake of breath when they reached tree level, but his wings are not attached to his back anymore. She doesn't have time to dwell on the physics of Angel Anatomy because he starts walking with purposeful steps towards the house.

Still in his arms, he takes the steps of the cabin two at a time and she hears a click when they reach the front door, then it opens with a creaking sound. When it closes behind them, she can finally let out a sigh of relief at not seeing white and feeling the bitter cold air on her cheeks.

It's not exactly warmer inside, but the temperature is finally higher by a few degrees.

Lucifer gently deposits her on the worn, dark green couch and she finally has a chance to properly look around their temporary shelter.

The house isn't exactly big, only a one-bedroom shed. They stepped into a large living room with a large fireplace as its centerpiece. There's also an open kitchen area and a door leading to - what Chloe thinks - a moderate bathroom.

The walls are decorated with animal trophies (she hopes they're not real) and other decorations, a few pictures of nature. The thin and short curtains on the few windows seem quite unwashed, the once white materials obtained a grayish shade.

If she had to guess, it must belong to a hunter, the cabin is clearly not designed for people to live in it for a longer period of time. Its owner must use it only during hunting season. It would certainly explain the thin cover of dust on every surface and musty scent filling the place.

She hears the front door open and close and watches as Lucifer carries a few logs of wood, shaking the snow from his head as he puts them in the fireplace. She doesn't know how (probably her mind is still going blank from time to time) but the next moment there's an intense fire dancing in front of her, the burning wood is slowly emanating some heat, and she wants, she desperately wants to get close, to finally give her body the warmth it was deprived for a long time, but her limbs just refuse to cooperate.

He must sense her struggle (because of course, he does) and walks over to her to pull her to her feet and gently guide her and help her sit on the shabby rug in front of the fireplace. She lets out the biggest sigh of relief of her life and is able to lift her popsicle-like fingers towards the fire, feeling the heat and life finally returning to them slowly.

She thanks every deity that is possibly real as well that her clothes somehow remained dry and she doesn't have to take them off (she doesn't even remember which of her underwear she chose to wear today, but she's pretty sure she opted for comfort rather than seductiveness). She's mortified enough as it is, being a damsel in distress and having the person help her who she actively and openly pushed away for the last four months.

Yeah, she doesn't need one more thing added to the list.

She faintly hears him walk away and open a door, and she's so focused on getting her body temperature to rise to a reasonable level that she doesn't notice when he appears at her side again, crouching down next to her, holding a box in his hands. She slightly jumps as her brain catches up with her, and she immediately regrets it because his face quickly takes on a crestfallen and hurt expression.

She rushes to reassure him of his absolutely wrong assumption, but he beats her to it.

"I...I apologize, Detective. I didn't mean to startle you," he hastily deposits the box on the floor that she recognizes as a first-aid kit and takes a few steps back, holding up his hands.

She wants to kick herself.

"No, no, Lucifer...I...Would you help me with this?" she asks hopefully.

He is blinking at her furiously now, opening his lips to say something, but for a few moments, nothing comes out. Then he seems to have gathered his thoughts. "Are you sure?"

She nods with a smile.

"Very well," he sighs, but the corner of his lip twitches as he gets closer to her again, picking up and opening the first-aid kit.

He grabs a few cotton balls and dabs one into the disinfectant before lifting it to her temple. She nods at his silent question when their eyes lock and he touches the cotton lightly against her wound. Even though she expected it, the quick and sharp sting of the alcohol makes her hiss and squeezes her eyes shut until the pain passes. When she opens them again, they fall on Lucifer's apologetic smile and concerned eyes before continuing to clean her wound.

"There...All better," he informs her when he finishes off by placing a band-aid on her temple. "The cut is superficial, nothing but a bad memory will remain in its place."

"Thank you," her voice comes out hoarse and she has to clear her throat from the ball lodged in there because damn it, he is so gentle with her and she doesn't deserve his kindness.

"May I see your shoulder, Detective? I noticed you favoring your left one," he asks, voice uncertain, like he's half prepared for her to say no to his offer.

She nods vehemently, because it's still throbbing and yeah, she just wants him to touch her, so sue her.

He helps her get rid of her jacket and t-shirt, the process tortuously slow, as she can't seem to lift her right shoulder without pain shooting through her arm. When she sits before him in her black bra, he does a show of looking anywhere but her chest, his jaw set. He motions for her to turn around, and when she obeys his request, she bites into her lip, her cheeks getting pink.

She feels the tips of his fingers brush over the skin of her shoulder, barely touching her, but before she could ask what he is doing exactly, an involuntary shiver runs down her body. He gets the wrong idea (again) and quickly snatches back his hand.

She hears him clear his throat. "Nothing is broken or fractured, only a slight bruise is visible. But since you seem to have a decrease in range of motion and pain, I'm guessing it's sprained," his voice is emotionless, clinical. "I'm quite familiar with the human body," he adds, attempting at a joke when her head turns to the side, eyebrows raised in question.

She wants to ask if there's anything that can be done to cure it or whatever, but he's already on his feet again, answering her unspoken inquiry.

"Right," he clasps his hands together. "Icing it would be the best route of action until you can get proper medical care. But let's leave that to when your body is thoroughly warmed up, shall we?" he smiles down at her when she turns back towards the fireplace.

He disappears again from he line of sight again and then she suddenly feels something weigh on her shoulders (not metaphorically this time) and glances up to see Lucifer place a thick, patchwork blanket over her. She tucks it around herself gratefully.

"The square pattern has been out of fashion since the eighties, but I believe we can overlook such transgression this time," he gives her a smile and she can finally put a name to his unusual his manner now that her physical and mental state is approaching normal again.

Hesitancy.

She hates seeing him like this, so unsure of what to do around her, she can literally see in his eyes the emotional wall he erected - the fear that she would bolt in any second (no matter how absurd and unlikely that scenario would be given her current state and the weather outside).

(But even without those circumstances, she wouldn't do that)

This is her fault. She made him put his guard back on, she made him think that his presence is not welcome, that it's frightful to her.

So she makes up her mind.

She pats the floor next to her in an inviting gesture and at first, all he does is tilt his head just to the side and barely visibly narrow his eyes, looks her up and down, as he always does when she says something he just can't comprehend at the moment.

She lets her lips pull into a soft smile and taps the empty place next to her again, and this time he starts moving, shedding his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves before descending to the floor, sitting cross-legged next to her.

Well...next to her is a bit of a stretch, because there's at least three feet distance between them and he looks straight into the flames, his posture rigid. He reminds her of a freaking statue.

She watches him for a few seconds, he doesn't move, he doesn't even blink and she's sure he stopped breathing altogether too. If she wants to guess, he tries to appear as nonthreatening to her as possible. Which is totally ridiculous because one, she's not afraid of him (she never was if she's honest with herself) and two, he just carried her in his arms a few minutes before, with wings and all, and also played nurse with her.

She hates this. She hates how cautious he is with her, how his usually nonexistent verbal filter is somehow...existent now. She never thought she would say this, but she hates how he didn't say even one sexual pun or innuendo, not even during him playing doctor.

She hates the distance between them, both physical and metaphorical.

She even misses his complete inability to stay out of her personal space.

So to rectify that, in a sudden determination, she scoots closer to him and nestles herself at his side. His cologne immediately fills her nostrils, but before she could get lost in the familiarity of it, he lets out a surprised yelp and lifts his arms, leaning away from her but stays seated.

"Det...Detective?" he asks, eyes wide, and she doesn't know if she should feel hurt by his reaction or just sad.

She should've expected such a reaction from him. She ghosted him for months, after all, complete radio silence, and now she's all but rubbing up against his body.

She must be giving him whiplash with her ambivalent behavior.

"Lucifer, I…" she starts, but she doesn't know what she's supposed to say. How can she explain that she just wants things to go back to normal (or forward) without him believing it's just her half-delirious state speaking?

"Detective, I think you should get some rest now. The storm won't let out for another few hours, and sadly there's nothing any of us can do about that. As soon as it's safe to travel again, you have my word that I'll get you home safely." he smiles at her reassuringly, but it still doesn't reach his eyes.

He makes a motion to stand up, and she acts instinctively, grabbing his arm and tugs him back down. This time he doesn't recoil from her proximity and doesn't try to free his arm either. There's a question in his eyes, though, but he doesn't say anything.

The ball's in her court now.

"I'm sorry," she manages, but she has no idea how she should continue. She had a whole plan and speech, but now that they are here, face to face, all thoughts are flying out of her brain.

"Whatever for?" he asks, his expression completely baffled.

"For...shutting you out, for not answering? I realize it was selfish of me to just...disappear-"

"No, no, Detective. It's completely understandable, I-"

"It isn't. It wasn't fair how I handled this whole...thing," she sees him opening his mouth to disagree with her again, probably, but she holds up a finger and he lets her continue. "I should've come to you, I should've asked...about all of this. Yes, I needed time to deal with everything, but I didn't have to completely push you away in the process."

He hums, contemplating her words and for a few moments, silence stretches over them.

"And...have you dealt...with everything?" he speaks up after what feels like an eternity, his voice uncertain and he's not looking at her.

She wants to hug him.

Instead, she says; "Yes, I think I have," she catches him raising an eyebrow at her, his expression showing skepticism. "I mean, this is still crazy and there are so many things I still don't understand, but maybe you can...explain? Sometime?"

For the first time in months, a genuine smile graces his lips. "I shall be happy to answer any and all of your questions, Detective."

"Good. Because I have a lot," she fails to stifle a yawn, but she doesn't let her tiredness derail her. She still has one thing she needs to clear. "But not now. On Monday? In the precinct? I have an unsolved case that I could use my partner's wonderful insights anyway."

She smiles up at him, raising her eyebrow in question, and hopes he gets her and says yes.

He opens his mouth and closes it, once, twice, seemingly doesn't know how to respond. Then he gathers his thoughts and suddenly his expression is joyous, his eyes glisten. She has never seen anything more beautiful.

"I...I would very much like that, Detective."

She feels his arms go around her shoulder, tentative, and she snuggles closer to him, nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck. After a moment he rests his head on top of hers, she feels him inhale and hum in content.

"Rest, darling. As soon as this blasted storm ceases, we can leave this sorry excuse of a house," she feels him shudder slightly under her cheek and she holds back a chuckle.

She missed his snobbishness.

"Mmm...you are warm," she murmurs into his collarbone after a while of comfortable silence.

"One of the few perks of living in a fiery pit for most of my existence, I believe," he breathes into her hair.

"Hm, yes, Hell…" she sighs, closing her eyes, letting the tiredness slowly took over her.

She's amazed at how easily she can joke about it now. Maybe it's her still mushy and half-hibernated brain, but she no longer feels the urge to run away or shut out the Heaven-and-Hell topic like she actively did a few months ago.

They still have a lot to talk about and stuff to figure out, but the most important thing is that their partnership is back again.

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Immortal Chapter 3

A/N- My first OC and I'm super excited for it and this story! Hope you love her ☺️

Summary- Thor learns more about his mystery love interest

Word count- 1,952k

Pairing- Thor x OC

18+ Only!

Posted: 21st June 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires

Part 1. Part 2.

The last thing Aria remembered before her vision pooled with bright lights and stars, was a car heading straight towards her. She felt the impact, her body flown through the air and crashing back to the ground with a sickening thud. She expected to hear her bones fracture into pieces with the impact of the car, to see her life flash in front of her eyes as she floated through the air. The world around her paused, time going incredibly slow, the speed causing the wind to blow her hair around the curve of her jaw in slow motion. She'd expected to feel the rough tar of the road, peeling away her skin as she landed in a heap, to feel tiny fragments of gravel imbedded in her soft and malleable flesh.

When none of that came though, she wasn't overly surprised. Instead of feeling excruciating pain, she revelled in the feeling of flying, enjoying the moment while it lasted until she was pulled back to earth and ultimately, back to reality. The reality of knowing the look on people's faces as she stood unharmed after a brutal collision that should've left her for dead.

Aria kept her eyes screwed shut, willing herself to just disappear and not have to deal with the backlash. The accident drawing unwanted and dangerous attention to her, attention she'd worked so hard to avoid. I mean she'd run away from her Prince Charming just to avoid this sort of attention, it was kind of ironic really.

Aria slowly opened one of her eyes, her vision blurred and glassy, there were people around her. Lots of faces she didn't recognise, hazy shapes all merging together until her eyes settled on one familiar face. Thor.

His distinct features standing out through the obscurity of her vision. Piercing sky blue eyes shone brightly, until that was all she could see. Eyes so clear she could see straight into his soul, a soul so pure it made her eyes sting. Thor's story playing through her mind like a movie, she blinked repeatedly willing it to stop, wrinkling her eyes tightly shut again.

"Everybody move out of the way, give her space. MOVE!" Thor bellowed over Aria, the crowd dispersing at once with his all commanding tone. He crouched down beside her, giving her body the once over, gulping deeply at the feel of her curves under his touch. Shaking his head while trying to ignore the unwanted thoughts that so helplessly followed. Wondering morbidly if it would be the second and last time he would be able to feel that magnetic pull he felt when their bodies touched.

Aria's tense muscles relaxed at the feel of Thor's hands smoothing down her legs and arms, checking for broken bones he was never going to find. A gasp left her lips when he lifted her T-shirt up just above her belly button, his fingers prodding gently at the softness of her flesh. It took all she had not to giggle, as his fingers tickled against her bare midriff.

Thor continued kneeding his hands softly around her precious torso, more than sure he would find something life threatening. Knowing there was absolutely no way a Midgardian could escape a collision like that with absolutely no lasting scars. His brow furrowed with suprise at finding absolutely no broken bones. Not even one. Even more surprising he found no cuts or bruises, not even a graze.

Aria lay before him, a vision of perfectness, her dark as night hair blanketing her defined features. She bent her hour glass curves, bringing her knees up to her chest. Thor's eyes widened, drawn to the definition of her hips and the swell of her backside in the tight black jeans she wore. He reached forward to stroke the silky hair away from her face, anxious to see her flawless skin and the rosy pink flush of her cheeks.

Aria's eye's fluttered open when she felt Thor's cold fingers brush against her clammy cheek. She recognised the painful look of anguish in his expressive blue eyes, the worry set deep within them.

"I'm ok, help me up please." She stuttered, trying to raise her head from the ground, twisting her body around. Thor's arms immediately reached out, cushioning his large hand behind her head.

"I don't think that's wise, you've been flung about five metres down the street. You need medical assistance. How are you even…"

"Thor I'm fine, just dizzy. Help me stand please." Aria stopped him mid-sentence, desperate to get out of there before the ambulances arrived, not knowing how she was meant to explain how she was completely fine after being hit by a fast moving car and thrown at speed for quite a distance. The car alone should've broken bones and left her with internal bleeding and that's before she shattered onto the ground five metres down the street. She shouldn't even be alive, never mind perfectly capable of walking away unharmed.

Thor gave in and helped her to her feet, hooking his arms underneath hers and pulling her up gently. Aria's legs buckled when she stood but Thor was there to catch her and hold her steady, the bulk of him stood behind her as he waited for her to find her feet.

Shaking loose from his grasp, squirming free, she turned to bolt but not before his thick fingers wrapped around her wrist. Aria's heart sank when she realised she wasn't getting away from his restraint, not then and maybe not ever. Thor wasn't about to lose her again, not after she was nearly taken from him for good.

The crowd of people that had gathered around to witness the miracle, the deception of logic, begin whispering between themselves. Sounds of astonishment filled the air at the spectacle before them. Thor pulled Aria against his chest, wrapping his arms around her back in an embrace. The warmth of his body was comforting for her,

the familiarity of his heartbeat thrumming against her ear. The sounds around them melting away as they held each other on the sidewalk, as they became lost in each other once more they heard the faint signs of cheering.

Aria let herself smile, she let herself be happy in the moment if for only a minute before the cheering and whistling was drowned out by the sound of approaching sirens. Thor noticed the visible panic on her face as she pulled back from him, searching the streets for a place to hide.

If he knew anything after seeing that look in her eyes, that terrible look of fear in her emerald green, Doe eyes, he knew he would do absolutely anything to protect her. Thor knew it the first time he ever laid eyes on Aria, he would always do everything within his power to keep her safe.

Without a moment's hesitation he pulled Aria by the hand, taking her with him as he ran down the street. Glancing at her through his peripheral and taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her next to him, the feel of her fingers wrapped tightly around his hand as she gave her trust to him. The wind blowing through her shoulder length hair as they ran and realising that he hadn't needed to slow his pace so she could keep up. She was running at the exact same speed as him, running along side him effortlessly as they dodged the obstacles in their paths. Aria was just as agile, just as strong and with the exact same level of reflexes as Thor.

If Aria wasn't in a state of panic she would have enjoyed the feeling of running alongside Thor, to finally not have to hold back any longer. It was a big deal for her to put her trust in anybody let alone somebody she had just met but she didn't have much choice. She needed to get out of there and fast.

They turned the corner together, down a narrower street lined with trash cans and through an even smaller alley.

With no where else to go, they stopped at the end of the alleyway, a metal gate blocking their way. Closed in with no where to escape but luckily no one to escape from. Thor leant one hand against the sturdy gate, studying Aria closely. Waiting with bated breath to see whether she would need to catch her breath, instead she looked up at him bright eyed, crinkling her nose in the cutest way. Then he heard the most glorious sound he has ever heard, like sweet music to his ears.

Aria couldn't help herself, she looked up at the god of Thunder, a look of confusion etched on his chiselled face and she laughed. Not a cute little girly giggle either but a full belly laugh, holding on to her knees as she struggled to breath through it. The truth was, she hadn't felt that exhilarated in years, running away from danger usually wasn't so exciting for her but having a tall, strong, literal God by her side made her feel invincible. Cheating death also added to the thrill, to that untouchable feeling. She knew it wouldn't last long, it never does, but she would enjoy it while it lasted.

"Why are you laughing?" Thor couldn't hide the amusement in his voice from the warm feeling it gave him seeing Aria laugh.

"The look on… People's faces." She struggled to get out between laughing. Her pink cheeks turning red, her head feeling light from lack of air. "On your face." Her chest rattled as she finally started calming down.

"Yes, although it wasn't funny at the time, I can see why it would make you laugh." He leaned his body against the gate. The sound making Aria jump, goosebumps travelling up her arms as her ears pricked, the laughter dissipated.

"Relax, it's just me." He soothed, taking note of how easily she startled. Not only eyes like a doe but the behaviour too. "So you're unbreakable, you have no trouble keeping up with my speed and your stamina almost matches mine. That's without even mentioning the feeling I get when I'm near you."

The uneasy feeling came, as she knew it would. She was deluded to think she would automatically begin to trust. To forget about the way people had used and hurt her in the past. So much so that she'd built a giant wall, locked her heart up and thrown away the key. Luckily Thor had his own hammer to knock down that wall and nothing would stop him finding that key.

"So what are you saying Thor?" She didn't hide the annoyance in her voice. Resting her back against the brick wall and slumping down to the ground.

"I want to get to know you, to figure out why we're quite clearly connected in some way. I don't even know your name?"

"My name is Aria and I don't know what I am. I've spent my lifetime trying to figure it out. And I don't know, ok?" Aria sniffs.

"It's ok, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you Aria. What about your parents?"

"I don't know my parents, they probably realised what a freak I am and sent me away."

"I can help you." Thor pushes back from the gate and slides himself down next to her. "We're similar. And you can not deny the connection we have." He nudges her with his elbow, willing her to look at him just as the sound of footfall echoed down the alley towards them. They both turned their heads at the same time, in the direction of the noise. The footsteps drawing closer.

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