“When I Picture You”

prank gone wrong w/ childe

based on a tiktok audio!

HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

"So... this is it? This is your boat?"

Tiny Crown

My small Harbinger series!

Isn't he just dreamy!!

☆ cw. fem! reader, college au, bimbo-y reader, dumbification, praise, nerd nanami's a secret freak, fīngering, mdni.

nerd! nanami who eats you out while wearing his glasses. you told him this ‘method’ was far more efficient . . and, he could teach you more about the anatomy of the clit better.. oh, and the fact at how you said you always were a visual learner. you were always grateful for his tutoring sessions sure, but you couldn’t help but stare at him. not just at his eyes, but his noticeable bulge too that would always outline beneath his slacks. and yet now, here you were—laid flat on his wooden old desk as he’s buried right between your pretty thighs. “hm,” he’d grumble, sliding a swollen fat thumb down your glossy clit. nanami hears your cute breaths grow shallow along with the clanking dangles of your earrings and he huffs. “princess, pay attention,” and his eyes flicker down at your sopping needy entrance. “she’s important.”

“o- okay,” you wheeze out a tiny breath, and your eyes focus primarily on the head that’s buried between your legs. nanami pushes back the clear lenses of his glasses before giving your sloppy cunt a single tender kiss. a sweetened gasp rips away from your parted lips as you stare at him, watching intently as he closes his eyes shut, gradually sliding his tongue from top to bottom. “fuuck, ‘ken.”

nanami whistles softly against your dribbling folds while you’re wetly glazing his peachy, pink lips with your slick. “ah, the clit is such a mystery,” he’d purr, positioning his glasses. you’d then roll your eyes once he starts rambling all sorts of anatomy facts while eating you out at the same time. nanami’s pearly cold lenses repeatedly rub up against your thighs as he swiftly flicks his tongue, using his flat vast thumb to smear shapes down your slit. “sooo many nerves inside this pretty thing. thousands ‘n thousands of nerve fibers,” and you moan, feeling him cup his pursed dripping lips around your clit. nanami feels you claw a hand through his blond scalp, digging through his thin blond tresses before he hums.

“but – let’s start with my personal favorite shall we, princess? the dorsal nerve..”

he found it cute how you were so whiny, struggling to hold still as your back brushes up against the dozens of incorrectly marked papers behind you. they were scattered everywhere on the desk, an entire pile—and nanami thinks you were just starting to answer things wrong purposely. “let’s see,” he softly coos, feverish breath colliding right against your eagerly twitching sex. you’ve got a good tugging grip on his hair, peering at how his flaxen blond strings entangle ‘n intertwine between your fingers. “she’s important why?”

a mewling sobbing moan was your answer as his glasses continued to glide and tickle against your skin. nanami raises a single brow, and as his chiseled chin’s just streaming down with shimmery sheeny slick, he tsks.

“u- uhh,” you whimper, tightening your grip against his silky threads of hair. truth be told, your mind was entirely empty. you weren’t thinking about anything except for that fact that his tongue was ferociously gliding up and down the streaming slope of your pretty pussy. it makes you gnaw on your lip, growing even more dumb all from the salaciously narrow strokes of his tongue. “because it stimulates t.. the clit?”

“no, dummy,” he whispers, and even his playful insults made your pussy throb. nanami felt the exact pulse trigger against the flatness of his tongue and you whimper. you could feel his coy grin twisting against his lips before he starts to slurp harder.

it’s loud . . and your eyes were already starting to roll back the second he eases a slender middle finger inside.

“the dorsal nerve helps innervate this spot,” and a treble squeak of a whine snatches out your throat once he teasingly nibbles against your clit. it feels good, and you could feel your body heat gradually heating up more and more. “wonder what goes on in that pretty head of yours,” and with another moan following out from your lips, he gives your wet entrance a soft direct spank. “nothin’. bet it’s just empty, right silly girl?”

“kentoooo, fuck—” you’d moan, maintaining a good grip on his hair. fuck, it was just the way you perfectly dragged out the two syllables of his name – and, oh was the prettiest melody he’s ever heard.

panting heavily, nanami starts to run the pointed tip of his tongue farther inside of your pussy. it’s like he’s a natural—and to be honest, you didn’t think he’d be the type to have such a skillful tongue. for the hours and hours he spends talking, but you were starting to connect the dots. maybe nerds could be just as filthy. . especially with their mouths. his tongue resumes to delve in and out rapidly, barely giving you any time to catch your irregular unsteady breaths. glancing down, you see him with fogged up glasses and a sleazy growing grin.

he’s smug.

your taste – it makes nanami salivate, and he’s even starting to drool past the corners of his lips. you had a treacly flavor to you, and it continues to please his tastebuds the more he swirls his tongue inside. he’s right between your thighs and it’s a pretty sight… you’re a pretty sight, and you can’t help but start to frantically grind your hips against his slack jaw. “forget the l- lesson. don’t stop.”

nanami gives the inner sweltering flaps of your cunt another loving kiss before warm fawn eyes fixate back toward you. “ohh, but princess,” and he could hear your soft gasps once he starts to massage his palm around your sopping heat. he’s maneuvering tender circles against your wet pussy before giving it a soft smack, hearing you whimper for more. you were soaked. . geysering pools of your slick coat his hand and it makes him hum in amusement. “if i do that, then you won’t learn anything,” and you could feel every sharp axon electrocute alongside each nerve of your body. your thighs were this close to snapping back shut, and he’s gotta pry them apart with two big hands. “wonder if my tongue’s jus’ makin’ you dumber,” and that’s riiight when nanami smears the bridge of nose against your cunt.

“nghh, kento,” your eyes widen, and each time his lips smack from pulling away to breathe—you could feel both of your ears ring. he’s filthy, and nanami was so hard that he even reached beneath the desk, slipping a hand inside of his unbuckled pants. you continued to drag your cunt against his face, covering the lower part of his dripping chin with every drop of your lewd polished essence before mewling. “fuck, fuuuuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“the woman orgasm,” he whispers in husky awe, his tone as smooth as silky silk. nanami lowly grunts, wrapping a hand around his veiny base before giving it a few solid pumps. oh, you turned him on. it was so bad that he couldn’t help but imagine being inside of you. fucking you on his desk, pushing your head into your red-marked papers in hopes that that could feed you some sorts of knowledge – all while showering you with a plethora of compliments of course.

you were pretty, but between your legs you were even prettier. as nanami continues to prattle endlessly, talking your ear off about whatever, his glasses end up falling and you grab them.

sepia hooded eyes narrow at you before he scoffs, taking a second to spit on your weeping cunt. “tell me, sweet thing,” and you’re whimpering, the arch in your back growing as your lips part awkwardly. nanami’s still fisting his cock with a single hand, slowly twirling his tongue inside between your glistening folds before applying faster and faster pressure. it’s repetitive, and you clench down on your jaw the second you feel him pop in his lanky ring finger. “how many nerves does it take to orgasm? quickly.”

as your lashes continuously flutter – you let off a sweet whimper. “around e- eight thousand?”

“smart girl,” he coos, and you felt a stir of butterflies rummage through the lower pits of your stomach at the praise. nanami’s practically french kissing your cunt, using allllll types of tongue. effortlessly, he’s thrusting his tongue in and out, locating every pivotal part inside before he abruptly stops stroking himself. he groans, feeling a vein run down his shaft before he gives your cunt it’s final departing kiss. “c’monnn, let go for me. cum on my tongue, princess.”

as your lips cutely stretch out further, curling ‘n contorting into a shocked oval shape—you tightly grip onto his blonde strands. “fuuuuck,” was all you could reply with, and you could still hear nanami grumbling out nonsense under his breath. even a nerd with his mouth full.

sloppily, his tongue wanders everywhere, reaching near every crevice and swirls its way around your clit before dipping itself right back out. there was not a single thought programmed in your brain—except for the fact that if his tongue was like this, you only wondered what his dick felt like. the thought alone makes you let off a crooning whimper as a lightning wave of pulses throb between your jittery legs. you were so close that the taste of your inevitable orgasm was simply sweet.

it’s as sweet as vanilla frosted icing, and the second you started to uncurl your toes, you felt it.

a cute whimper ripples out of your hoarse vocal chords as you remain to cling onto his glasses. nanami subtlety squints up at you with the most cunt-drunken grin before he lies his tongue all the way flat. “mmph,” and with a sloppy squelching slosh, you hear a finger of his loudly ‘pop’ out of your soddened slit. nanami was moving his head back and forth, the fabric of his tie tickling against your skin whilst you’re coming undone. your harmonious-sounding orgasm lasts for a good nine seconds, echoing through the thin walls of his dorm before he sighs. nanami’s starting to see why you preferred this more than his lectures—

“thaaaat’s it,” he smears his sheeny-slick lips against the opening of your pussy. you’re drooling wet, jaw dropped with your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you realized you came on his tongue.

nanami’s tongue completely wiped out any sorts of review that was supposed to be jotted inside your brain. instead – you’re just dumbfounded with cartoony heart eyes forming in your dilated pupils the more you stare at him. you wanted more, you wanted him. nanami gently caresses down your tender pulsating entrance before giving it a soft pat. it’s a pat that then turns into a sloppy ‘mwah’ with his lips, and it makes your heart race. with droopy eyes, you watch as he runs a hand through his neatly parted hair. unkempt, but still handsome.

“silly girl,” he scoffs to himself with a scolding head shake, and within seconds later he leans in, giving you a chaste kiss. you moan, wrapping your arms around him. nanami grunts, swiping his tongue around the sugary sweet lip gloss that glues against your lips before he slowly spins you around.

“is this part of the lesson too?” you sheepishly hum, still feeling hot ‘n heavy from his lips being on yours just a moment ago. with a tiny gasp, you feel nanami gingerly press up against you, gently grabbing your waist. you ached for more, and you didn’t care about the private session anymore.

“partially,” nanami rasps, and you feel him lean further in, resting his chin against your shoulder. nanami stares at your body and he puts his glasses back on before sighing. with a hand gently pushing you forward – making you arch fully, the blonde grunts. “we forgot the other important part of the lesson though, ‘m afraid.”

with a cutesy shake of your ass against his grey crooked slacks that barely clung onto his hips, you bite the inside of your cheek. you feel something brick hard behind you that doesn’t exactly feel like a book. “a- and what’s that, ‘ken?”

nanami slowly licks the left side of your neck and you moan once he lifts up your leg, bringing his lips up to your ear. “penetration, princess.”

NONE LIKE YOU .ᐟ — AYATO

what's so special about you? summary: a little look into why your clan leader favors you so much. sfw .ᐟ fem!reader x ayato, not-established relationship, boss x secretary, ayato pins for you [quite badly, if you ask me]. word count: 1.4k proofread: nope. a/n: this was supposed to be shorter... and there was more to this but i am half-asleep, but wanted to get this out tonight. expect a couple of grammar mistakes.

Being the secretary of the head of the Kamisato Clan ensures you a stable position in society. Despite the constant meetings, demanding rigid nobles, and the ever-growing, never-ending stack of responsibilities that lingers no matter how many sleepless nights you spend, it is a decent job. The salary sustains your lifestyle, and you even started saving towards a house with it. And most importantly, your boss, Ayato Kamisato. Albeit a man of particular habits and strict in his business, you managed to prove your worth and earn his trust. Eventually, his fondness as well. To the point, he trusts your opinion to the extent he allows you to act on his name more often than not. 

Who wouldn’t want the position you are in? 

Very few dare act towards it, though. Not foolishly ignoring how the clan head keeps you by his side always. Not insolently denying how he never trusted his assistants until you arrived. Everyone recognizes that this special treatment you got from him wasn’t because you were his secretary, but because it was you.

Replacing you? Pft, Ayato might as well cut off a limb. 

Except that losing you would be worse than losing his right arm.

Half-asleep and with a cup of tea in hand, you sit in your designated spot —a comfortable cushioned chair beside the clan leader’s. Sleepiness still weighs on your eyelids as you sip your warm beverage, starting your morning with the same routine. This also involves your boss standing behind you, combing your hair carefully to not pull on the knots, and tying it on a knot for you. For the sake of work, he argued the first time he offered to in a morning you woke up too late to comb through your morning hair. And ever since, it has become one more habit in the long hours you spend working together on a daily basis. 

“Not too tight?” Ayato checks after brushing it into a low-hanging bun, and you only nod as you try not to burn your tongue drinking your cup too fast. 

However, today, you feel something being inserted in the bun. Before you ask, Ayato already is extending a hand mirror for you to look at your new hairpin. Dangling with a precious glimmer of silver, adorned with a delicate flower made with azure gems. A carefully crafted piece, either imported from foreign lands or an antique gift by a noble. The color reminds you of him. 

“Sapphires suit you the best,” he comments, eyes looking at yours through the mirror. He always does that, always seem to be seeking for you even when in the same room. 

Reaching for it, you drag your finger carefully on the smooth surface of the jewels. You wonder then how much it must have cost to acquire it, or if it could even be acquired in the first place —you shouldn’t be accepting such a priceless item. But Ayato knows you too well, reading through your mind and interrupting your thoughts with a gentle squeeze of your shoulders and a softened smile. 

“You have lightened my burden considerably. It is thanks to you that I can be at rest. This is merely a small show of my appreciation. Please, keep it.” 

The summer heat clings to his skin as he walks inside his office, slipping off his outer robe immediately to try to cool off after dealing with an outside meeting with a fellow lord. It had not gone well. Now, he wasn’t the type to explore into fits of anger or to blow up his upset with alcohol, way more refined than that. Instead, he seeks you, and when not finding you in your usual spot beside his desk, his nose scrunches. Empty. Your seat and his chest. That’s what had felt so odd in his office, there wasn’t your pretty voice greeting him as he arrived. 

With a sigh, he settles in his seat and catches movement in the corner of his eye. Ah, maybe you had fallen asleep in his reading area. You rarely did, finding it disrespectful to use your lord’s things but he insisted you did when too exhausted after long nights. Almost happy, he looks up to the lounge chair in the small library in the room, hoping to find your adorable figure sleeping peacefully. Instead, his mood drops to the ground when he sees another woman instead. A maid, he assumes by her attire, organizing several documents. Your documents. 

“What are you doing here?”

The words leave his mouth so harshly, that even he is surprised at his anger. What bothered him so much? That someone intruded in the privacy of his office, bypassing the guards somehow in a clear breach of security? That the maid hadn’t greeted him according to etiquette and thus clearly lacked the standards to work for his estate? No, none of that.

Because those were your things. The ones you split your head open with headaches and countless hours sorting out for an entire week. He still remembers how content you looked when done, saying it lessened your burden significantly to have everything coded in your way. 

So why would this random person dare touch your things?

“And with whose permissions are you being so bold, touching my property?” Heat seethes through every word even when he smiles, eyes narrowing into crescent moons. 

“I’m sorry my lord! I only wanted to help you—”

“No one is allowed inside my office without permission, it is one of the first things you are supposed to be taught. If you aren’t smart enough to follow that, you are not qualified—”

She interrupts him and cuts through his words with an offended remark.

“But she comes in and goes however she pleases! She and I are no diffe—”

Red flashes in his vision, blood boiling. Her little speech muddles into a blur in his head, eyes opening darkly. The same? You, the same as this thing? There isn’t anything to compare in the first place, not even a reason to do so. To compare you? Had she lost her mind? He racks through all possible ways from here on; remove her from the Kamisato estate without a recommendation letter, ensure no other noble families hire her, and ruin— 

“Ah, you are here.”

Your face peeks through the door before walking in, an angel incarnated. With a hand sliding the door open and the other holding a full tray, you unknowingly save a stranger from living miserable for the rest of her life without a job. You even give her a small greeting, polite as you are, a little weirded out by how the maid stammers with flushed cheeks and runs away. 

“Huh, what’s with her? Anyways, guess what I got!”

Your excitement spreads to him, face shifting entirely with a softer warmth nestling in his lower stomach. He doesn’t even try to guess, letting you place the tray before him and listening to you explaining in detail each of the pastries you selected from the kitchen. Your sweet voice stirs fondness, his eyes following your lips more than what follows your words. You’re so precious, trying to incite him to eat something after he skipped lunch earlier. You speak so nicely of the custard tart, inviting him to take a bite. He does, of course, he does. 

You might as well give him a bottle of poison and ask him to drink it with that endearing smile of yours, and he'd happily chug it down to the last drop.

“So, how is it?”

“Not bad.”

Too bland for his taste, but seeing your smile widen is worth every bite. Unexpectedly, you pull something out of nowhere, his eyes widening slightly when processing what it is. 

“I know it isn’t sweet enough for you,” you —an absolute blessing— place down the cup in front of him with a proud smile that looks oh-so-adorable on you. “I got you your drink, of course. Shook the milk with ice but no ice in the drink so it wouldn’t water down. Double pump of thick syrup. Ha, am I not the best?”

Only you would take your time to learn about his little particular tastes and make them out for him out of the pureness of your heart and not because it was your job to please him. He gives you one of those rare smiles where you can see his teeth. 

“Yes, you are the best.” 

Hello! Could a request an angst fic with Childe? I had an idea where S/O gets a fatal injury while they were both fighting monsters but doesn’t show Childe cause they don’t want to worry him. Childe only figures out when S/O passes out because they lost a lot of blood.

Feel free to ignore this request if it isn’t to your liking!

Hi anon!! I'm really into some angst, especially about Childe, he's the type to fuck up sometimes!

I love your idea, I hope you like it <3

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pairing: childe X reader (gender-neutral!)

synopsis: S/O gets a fatal injury when they are fighting Treasure Hoarders with Childe, but doesn’t show him because they don’t want him to worry. Childe only figures out something is wrong when S/O passes out. (Fluffy ending)

warnings: violence; murder; blood.

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Today was supposed to be a good day, you would go out on a date with your boyfriend to have a nice time together after a long time. You had planned to have a romantic picnic on top of Mt. Tianheng, to admire the city of Liyue from above. You've even prepared his favorite snacks and carried them in a basket in one hand. In the other, you hold Childe's hand as you walk down the path.

Childe is always very busy, so being able to enjoy his company for more than a few minutes is really rare, that's why you intend to enjoy every minute of it.

Or intended.

If it weren't for the Treasure Hoarders blocking your path everything would be fine.

There were some rumors of people in town having their belongings stolen by Treasure Hoarders around this area, but who knew you would bump right into their camp.

There are many of them gathered around the fire under the tent. Maybe 20 or more, they have a big advantage.

They're just thieves you think, nothing you and your boyfriend can't handle. But it's not like you want to pick a fight, maybe it would be better to hand them a bunch of mora so they'll let you pass and you can have the date you've been waiting for a long time.

Apparently Childe doesn't think the same.

"Are the lovebirds going out on a date? Too bad you won't get past this point." one of them says.

"That's right, hand us everything you've got." the other one said.

"I'm afraid I won't let that happen." Childe says.

They laugh, a lot.

"And who are you, pretty boy? Do you think you can fight us? You two against us all?" one of the big ones say, getting really close to Childe, forcing eye contact.

Another one gets close to you and starts teasing you, he takes the basket from your hands and says. "What do we have here... Oh, lots of crap, this ain't worth mora." he drops it all on the ground, you clench your fist trying to hold back your anger, it took you hours to cook that stuff, it was special.

"Search them, they must have something of value somewhere." the tallest one said.

"You really don't know who I am, do you?" Childe smirks. "I'm Tartaglia, No. 11 of the Fatui Harbingers, you might have heard of me."

"No way! I don't believe this bullshit." someone said.

"Right, if you're so great why don't you prove it?" the other said.

"Childe, please don't. They're just teasing you, let's get out of here." you say.

But your boyfriend doesn't refuse a challenge, something about his ego doesn't allow him to simply back off.

"I'm sorry darling, but I gotta prove my point." he said conjuring his weapon. The bandits don't seem to back off even after seeing his elemental power.

They must be very confident.

You have no choice but to conjure your weapon as well. You don't intend to fight, Childe can take care of them alone, but you must defend yourself.

You can take care of yourself just fine.

Treasure Hoarders are the first to attack, some of them throw a cryo potion that explodes on the floor in front of you scattering elemental residue all around.

Childe acts shortly after, splitting the bow in half now holding two blades consisting of pure water, dealing Hydro damage to surrounding opponents.

Water can be sharp, you've seen it before, but it's always impressive.

What started as a simple fight now turns into a bloodbath. And the other side becomes more aggressive attacking with everything they've got. Some of them wield a shovel, another a hammer, and the others pull out long knives.

None of them can't even get close to Childe, his water blades cut everything off too fast.

Your foot is glued to the ground, you use your element to react with cryo and electrocute those close to you. You don't kill anybody, you just slow them down so Childe can deal with them.

"Bring it on!" said Childe increasing the pace of the fight.

You don't notice the man who comes up behind you and sticks his blade in your back.

It's all so fast, as soon as you feel the object riping your flesh you release a large burst of energy causing him and a few others that remained standing to fall backward, electrocuted to the bone.

"You're pretty good!" said your boyfriend, he looks proud. "Heh, this is getting interesting."

Blood runs down your back but you concentrate on not attracting attention. It's not a big deal, just a scratch, you're going to be fine, you think to yourself.

Don't let him worry.

You hate to look weak.

Childe doesn't look at you, he doesn't have to, you would say something if you were in trouble... Right?

He continues the massacre, taking down every single man. He almost looks like he's having fun, smiling and all. You can barely see him through your blurry vision, it's a miracle you're still standing.

When he's finally done he walks to you victoriously, he had proved his point after all. "Did you see that? They were pathetic."

"Hum.." you agree and he takes you on a hug lifting you off the ground.

You can't help but cry in pain when he does that so he stops immediately. His arms around your body and he can feel how wet your back is, the dark liquid runs down and coats his arms in your blood.

"Hey, hey, what is that?? When did you get hurt?" he starts to get desperate as your eyelid starts to get heavier and heavier. "No, no, no! Please, look at me! Stay with me, alright?!" he says, his hands now on each side of your face forcing you to stay awake.

You're trying to, but you can't, it's too much.

"You can do this, just hold on to me, I'll take you to a doctor really fast." he says, taking you in his arms.

"Please, stay with me." is all you can hear.

You're weak after all.

You are lucky to be in his arms. He holds you tight when you lose consciousness.

.

You wake up lying on your stomach, bandages wrapping your entire torso. You're on a bed in a room you don't recognize. It's all very white and bright. There's a woman on the edge of the bed looking at you.

"Are you awake?" she asks you.

"Hum... Yes." you say, your back is sore, but the pain is bearable.

"I'm glad, you had a pretty deep wound, luckily you were brought in in time so we could take care of you."

"May I ask where am I?"

"Of course, you are in the infirmary in Liyue, I am the doctor responsible for treating your wounds. A man brought you here yesterday and made a big fuss, he even tried to bribe us to throw away the other patients so you could stay in a private room."

Well, you are in a private room.

"Did you really throw them out?"

"Of course not, we just relocate them to other rooms. You know, that man is quite picky, he kept staring at me as I did the stitches as if he was doubting my ability." luckily the doctor is unfazed by Childe's attitude, she even finds it funny.

"This is so like him." you giggle.

"I clearly told you to get a room with good lighting, that one is awful." you hear a man speaking in the corridor outside the door.

"But sir she's already staying in the best room we have here, it's not my fault the sun is not how you like it to be, what am I supposed to do?" this is the voice of a woman, who sounds very angry.

"Move the sun or whatever, just do something, okay!?" Childe says it, really loud.

"Can you bring him? Tell him I'm awake." you tell the doctor and she nods.

She leaves the room and the door doesn't even have a chance to close when the man rushes into your room.

"You're awake!" He approaches you and knees on the side of your bed. "How are you feeling? Did the doctor do anything weird or say anything bad to you? Don't be afraid to tell me, I will make them pay. Do you need anything? Is it hard to breathe?"

"Wait, one question at a time." you take his hand in yours.

"I'm just so happy you've made it. I can't imagine living without you by my side."

"You told me to stay with you, so I did." you say.

"It's my fault, all of it. We could have just run away, I put you at risk for nothing." he looks really upset, you can see his eyes are swollen like he's been crying for hours.

He was.

"It's not your fault, I am weak and couldn't defend myself."

"Weak? How can you say that after taking down 6 or 7 men with one electrical discharge?"

"Yes... That was something."

"That was really cool!! I can't wait for you to get better so we can train together." he says, boosting your confidence a little.

"Thank you, Childe." he places a kiss on the top of your hand.

"Even the strongest can get hurt sometimes, don't feel bad about asking for help. Especially for me. I will always be by your side to protect you." he cracked a smile. "I'm also looking forward to trying out those recipes you made for me. They looked delicious. I guarantee that the man who dropped everything to the ground had a tragic end."

"You would have to ask me out on a date again. In a safer place next time."

"Deal!" he wears a big smile. "Those blankets of yours are too thin, don't you think? I have to complain to that woman again... What kind of place is this that offers rags instead of blankets for patients?"

"These blankets are fine, just stay with me, okay?" he stays for as long as you want.