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hobipaint · 3 years

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A Story Told On Sand

summary: The setting sun gives time for Jungkook to cherish his family.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genres: fluff, like so much fluff, established relationship, slice of life au.

↳ word count: 1.4K

↳ disclaimers: none.

a/n: A completely self indulgent Jungkook fluff drabble written at two at night haha,, I was really going through it. Written for the @bangtanwritingbingo prompt no. 14 - watching sunsets/sunrises, and for @btscreatorscorner June workshop- writing from a member's POV! a massive thank you to @jikookiekosmos for making the banner for me😭 and a massive thank you to @vaekth and @joonscore for bearing with me because I just kept talking on and on about this in your dms lol.

Jungkook leaned back, eyes shutting close as he felt the breeze kiss over every inch of his skin. The warm sunset was only just spreading across the sky, a bright yellow turning to a scarlet - as if the sun was blushing at the idea of leaving the sky, it's lover.

"It's nice," You sighed, hands resting over his as you looked at the sunset.

Jungkook looked at you, smiling, and hummed in agreement. "I like this scenario, you know. A sunset, the kids are playing in the sand, and your hand in mine. My day is coming to a good end."

You turned to face him just as he lifted your joined hands to his mouth to leave a small kiss. You smiled, with your other hand coming up to pull your hair to the side, and Jungkook remembered why he fell in love with you all over again. He looked at you, your eyes sparkling in the deep orange of the sunset, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer.

Kissing you never got old.

His lips softly settled on yours, the feeling of them feeling right. Your scent- an unlikely mix of mint, from his perfume, and chocolate, from baking with the kids earlier today- filled his surroundings - and he didn't want anything more. His hand clasped yours, thumb tracing small universes over the back of your hand - universes where it was only you, him and your family. You other hand languidly traced up his arm, curling behind the nape of his neck to pull him closer. He felt you smile, nearly giggle, and it was only seconds before the two of you pulled away and just laughed. It felt good to be here. It felt good to be with you.

The setting sun cast beautiful spells over the waves that were splashing and playing around in the sea, washing them in shades of burnt red and gentle yellows. The glimmering swell of water that leaped over the sand had your children squealing in delight, running away from the wave. You waved them over, watching as they ran helter skelter to collect their sand toys before running the two of you.

Jungkook spread his arms out as his daughter ran to her father, not minding the sand that stuck to her body as she leaped on him - squealing in happiness at being reunited with her partner in crime. You reached over to ruffle her hair, eyes crinkling as your son walked over and buried his face in your lap, finally exhausted with the events of the day.

It was a vacation for you and him - time to spend with family. There were so many highs and so many lows in your daily lives that it was exhausting, even if you loved your work - and you both needed that break, even if it was only for a weekend. Now, as he watched the waves crash into each other and then end in bubbles, he felt that peace he had wanted.

"Tomorrow, we will go back to the city. Right, dad?" Your daughter sat up and spoke to Jungkook, his hand coming up to caress the hair that flew wildly behind her, settling it behind her ear. "Yes, my bunny. We're going back tomorrow."

"Good!" She beamed at him, and Jungkook felt his heart swell. She took his palm, and he couldn't help but be amazed at how wonderfully she had grown up - he remembered when he would walk her around with her clinging onto his pinky finger only, and now her hand fit in the palm of his hand, big enough to clutch his hand and swing it while playing games. "I wanted to show you a drawing I had made for you and mommy."

You turned towards your daughter while petting your son's head, fingertips gently untangling the heap of curls in his hair as he slept soundly. "What drawing, baby?"

"I made a big girl drawing. Teacher had said it was really good!" Your daughter beamed, missing incisors displayed in a beautiful smile that strangely reminded Jungkook of your own -upper lip quirking in a way that he thought only you could, till his daughter first beamed at him. The thought made him smile.

"Really? I can't wait to see it then, bub. We'll pin it on the fridge too!" You cheered for her, her eyes widening in happiness and surprise at the sudden announcement. She jumped onto both of you, nearly knocking her brother off his mother's lap as she squealed again, screaming to the waves in the distance about how she loved her family. "We will be here forever!" she said, happily clapping.

After a few more moments of excited babbling - including a certain confession she had received from a classmate ("I promised not to tell anyone, but I didn't want to hide it from you! He said he loved me!") Jungkook's shocked exclamation at his baby getting confessions, you laughing, and her defending her 'friend', she was peacefully dosing on Jungkook's lap. His hand went to softly pat her hair, humming a soft lullaby - the same one he had sung to her for years- for all the times she wouldn't sleep at night.

Eight years, and she still paraded up to him at night to demand the lullaby, and Jungkook would simply cherish that time as he would caress her head, wishing her sweet dreams and tucking the blanket in. "It's to keep the monsters away, " he'd hear her murmur everytime, and he'd smile before returning to his wife and son in the next room, softly patting his son's cheek, kissing his wife good night, and falling asleep.

Looking at you now - your eyes paying attention to the two year old that had curled up in your lap - he held back the sudden urge to shout in happiness like his daughter had. That's what he felt. Overwhelmed with happiness. He didn't believe that he actually got to live with this euphoria in his life. One look at the three of you made him feel so proud, so responsible, and so loved - he simply couldn't put it all into words.

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook leaned his head over yours, hands finding each other. You squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed - and he understood you. This silence, this time - it all meant so much for the two of you.

"Once we go back, we're probably not getting time like this again, are we?" You whispered, letting the words fly away with the breeze.

"Maybe. Who knows, I'll whisk you away on a getaway next week?" He smiled, and though he couldn't see you, he knew you were smiling, too.

"Maybe? What about our daughter's annual day, mister? Forgot so soon?" You laughed as you spoke, punching his arm playfully. "I guess my husband is turning old already."

"Hey!" Jungkook said, trying to fake his anger even if he couldn't take the smile off his face. "I remembered it, of course I remember! I had to learn the ballet routine as well!" You laughed again, the sound familiar and known to him- his heart beating a happy beat. "I twisted round and round, over and over, and nearly ripped my pants."

"Mmmm, and I didn't see you complaining after this baby appreciated you." Jungkook watched you caress your daughter's hair, then her cheek, and settle on the sand. "You went for it all the way."

"I would always go all the way for her. And for this pumpkin too." He pointed at his son, and you giggled. "And for you too. You're my world, you know that?"

You raised your head to face him, Jungkook almost complaining at the loss of your body heat right near him. "And you're mine. You, and our kids. You're all my everything."

Jungkook's eyes softened, pulling you closer for you to rest your head on him again. You leaned against his chest, and Jungkook bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaning back to bade goodbye to the sun.

"I think sunsets look the prettiest, don't they?" You marvelled at the sky, lush shades of warm orange letting hints of blue peak through as the sky prepared for nightfall.

I think everything looks prettier when it's with you, Jungkook wanted to say, but he lets the babble of the returning seagulls fill the space. His hands wrap around you, letting his eyes look to the sky once again, awed by everything around him now. This was all he needed.

"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover as the sun set upon the evening.

a/n: I'm not really sure if this would be drabble length or fic length, but I'd like to think of it as a drabble. Writing this was really warm and comforting for me, so I hope that it gave you a similar feeling. I'd love to hear any feedback you have either as a comment, reblog, or as an ask! Thank you so much for giving your time to my work 💞 love, hazel 🤗

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Caught Red-handed

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Struggling with migraines

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having suffered from migraines all their life, Y/N knows better than to give them much attention or let them hinder their work too much. However, their boyfriend is a lot more worried than they are and has taken it as his personal duty to ease their pain as much as he possibly can.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to get to it, write and post it, but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it! I’ve never experienced migraines nor have I known someone who has so if I’ve misrepresented or written any misinformation, anyone who catches it, feel free to let me know either in the comments or in my inbox/messages! Love, Vy ❤

The first time I got a headache was in the middle of math class in eighth grade. I remember it so distinctly because I had never before experienced such sudden and such intense pain. I got to go home early that day and spent a good portion of the day trying to sleep it off but to no avail.

Since then I’ve grown used to having to deal with a pain so strong it renders me unable to function for a whole day about two times a month. Sometimes, I even try to be stubborn with it - I try to push through as much work as I can despite the migraine, but that never works out for a long time considering it ends up crippling me in the end. That’s never kept me from trying over and over again though!

Now, to contrast my nonchalance and even annoyance with these pesky attacks, is my boyfriend Corpse’s concern over them. I’ve tried explaining to him that I’ve grown used to them and that I try not to let them bother me and that he shouldn’t stress over them so much but I may as well be talking to a wall because all he has to do is see me squint my eyes or cringe and he enters concerned-mother mode. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it to no end, I just don’t want him worrying over something so small. Also, a minor convenience: if the migraine doesn’t hinder me from tending to my tasks, Corpse will. He’ll make sure I’m off the task I’m working and transported into bed in an instant.

That’s why I’m now clenching my jaw, struggling to maintain a poker face as I work on an important project I have to send to my boss by the start of next week. I’ve got plenty of time, but I like to stay on top of my work so it doesn’t pile on top of me, you know what I’m saying. Corpse is sitting on the couch next to me, casually glancing at me every now and then while remaining quiet as to not disturb me. So far so good, he hasn’t noticed anything and, if I didn’t know any better I would sigh in relief. There’s nothing to trigger the pain to arise any further - the lights are dim, I’m staying hydrated, and I downed two painkillers in the bathroom about an hour and a half ago - so I’m sure I’ll be in the clear at least until dinner.

“Wanna watch a movie when you’re done?“ Corpse asks, “Unless you’re tired or anything...“

I flash him a grateful smile, giving his knee a squeeze of reassurance, “I’d love to, babe. But I can’t promise that I won’t fall asleep.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I know you’ve got a tendency of doing that.” Giving me a side-glance he adds, “It’s cute.”

I roll my eyes, already sensing a blush creeping up on my cheeks and neck which I hide by turning to face my laptop screen. One thing I can’t hide though is the wide grin that’s spread across my face as I mutter: “Shut up.”

Just then, a particularly sharp jolt of pain courses through my head, testing that ability to maintain a resting face. Thankfully, Corpse is turned in the opposite direction, searching for his phone, so I allow myself a brief cringe at the discomfort.

Guess the painkillers are dying down on me, I think to myself, a second away from sighing exasperatedly at the thought that I have to down two more. It was wishful of me to think I could enjoy the luxury of a dull ache until dinner, now the migraine is straight up mocking me.

I quietly stand up from the couch and make my way to the bathroom so I can take another dose of aspirin because I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on my work for very long if it keeps hitting me with this intensity. Opening the door to the small cabinet above the sink, I automatically reach out for the bottle of pills but stop when I see a surprise.

Directly in front of the bottle stands a note written in, you guessed it, Corpse’s handwriting.

‘Already losing effect, huh? When are you thinking of coming clean?‘

Well shoot, am I that transparent?

I sheepishly exit the bathroom, walking back into the living room where Corpse greets me with the same stance as a parent greeting their kid who’s gotten home past curfew: legs crossed, arms folded over his chest, one eyebrow raised, the whole nine yards.

“Yeah, they’re already losing effect.“ I admit, a small apologetic smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks burning with an embarrassed blush. “And I wasn’t gonna tell you at all.” I hurry to add: “Please don’t be mad though.“

Corpse shifts slightly, his gaze giving me a onceover as he contemplates how to pursue the case. I’ve already got several arguments/defenses ready - the perks of working for a lawyer - but I know he’ll dismiss all of them no matter how strong they might come off as in court. Bottom line: even statements that would fly in court can’t fly with Corpse sometimes. Especially when my health and well-being are the topic of observation.

“What have we said about lying?“ He finally asks, causing me to cringe and ball my fists in guilt.

However, I still have my arguments ready: “You never asked me so I never technically lied.” One might say I have quite the audacity to plead not guilty right now, even though I’ve been caught red-handed, but what can I say, I’m stubborn in nature. And Corpse knows this, he’s just testing me for his own amusement.

“Poor excuse, Y/N.“ He says with disapproval, shaking his head and fully embracing his disappointed parent persona. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today. So, as punishment for hiding the truth from me, you are to ditch that project you’ve been bugging yourself over and come cuddle and watch a movie with me. Bonus points for you if you fall asleep.“

I needn’t be told twice - not only will it wipe that look off his features but it’ll also get earn me a movie night with the additional benefit of cuddling with my boyfriend? - how could I refuse?

I can’t help it, I just gotta push my luck here and poke the bear with a stick, “If the punishments are so sweet I might start being dishonest more often.“

Corpse rolls his eyes, scooting on the couch and tapping the space he’s freed up for me, “I said I was feeling generous, don’t bet on it happening often though.”

Alright, enough luck-pushing, I should be grateful for this generosity instead. I should be using it to the max.

So, what’s stopping you from doing just that?

Good question, brain, good question.

Head still pounding just not as intensely, I slip under the thin soft comforter to find myself not only wrapped in it but also in Corpse’s arm, his warm embrace bringing me instant comfort, walking me on the tight-rope of falling asleep right away.

“Sneaky bastard.“ I attempt to mutter, yawning halfway through.

I feel his lips on the top of my head, placing a quick and gentle kiss in my hair before he says, “You’re welcome, babe.”

Count your lucky stars, Y/N. You’ve got one of the good ones.

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 314: ...Or You Live Long Enough to See Yourself Become the Villain

Previously on BnHA: Some random assholes were all “let’s throw exploding spears at All Might and see if it activates his Conqueror’s Haki” and SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS, IT DID!! Elsewhere, Lady Nagant confusingly tried to capture Deku alive by shooting him in the stomach, but to be fair I guess that’s what happens when you send an assassin to do a bounty hunter’s job, so yeah. Deku was all “ouch”, and then because this is a shounen he basically just straight up forgot about it, and did a big fancy Smokescreen thing, and then activated his mildly incomprehensible new ki-blasting quirk which he got from the Third. En and the Third were all “hey Deku maybe let’s not just impulsively activate all this shit in the heat of battle when you don’t know how to use it yet and you’re already injured,” and Deku was all “thanks for the quirks guys but I’ll take it from here” and snuck up on Nagant and grabbed her arm and so now what’s going to happen I wonder.

Today on BnHA: Nagant is all “[shoots Deku again]” because of course she is lol. Deku is all “tell me about AFO!” and Nagant is all “why would I tell you anything?” and then proceeds to tell him her entire life story which is FILLED WITH SO MUCH MURDER, YOU GUYS. Holy shit. So basically she was an assassin for the HPSC, which we already knew, but somehow it’s one thing to know that, and another to actually see her running around capping dudes in the forehead and being covered in more blood than the elevator from The Shining. Anyway, so you’ll never believe it, but all that murder had a negative impact on her psychologically, and eventually led her to question everything she believed about hero society, and so she killed her creepy boss and was promptly sent to Tartarus. This extremely fun chapter ends with Overhaul showing up all “HI, HELLO, I’M STILL HERE”, because for some reason he is still here. Why are you still here, Overhaul.

“the beautiful Lady Nagant” oh you know your audience don’t you Horikoshi

well all right then! so I’m guessing this means that she is not, in fact, going to roll over and die just because Deku’s out here all “GOT YA!” like they’re playing a game or tag or something. ffff may the manga gods have mercy on our young suicidal protagonist

lmao so Deku is all “GOD I’M SO SMART, WHAT A GOOD STRATEGY I HAD, CAPITOL JOB THERE OL’ CHAP, CAPITOL” and lol, okay. I mean, it was a good plan though. but I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop here

“I’ll make you give me information on All for One” well there you go, lol. Deku Angst arc still fully engaged. still no light in his eyes either of course. just a lil chaotic ball of sleep deprivation and rage

lol, fucking THANK YOU though

oh my god what the hell did she do to him lol

did she shoot him with her elbow??? fucking look at this?? THIS IS WHY WE LISTEN TO HAWKS oh my god Deku are you dead

WHAT’S HAPPENING, IS THIS GOOD OR BAD, WHO’S WINNING

things that I wish I could tell from this panel which I unfortunately cannot tell

did she stab him or shoot him?? can you imagine if it was the former lol. why does Horikoshi keep stabbing all my kids. look Kacchan now the two of you can match

did she actually hit him or did he get away??

or did she hit him and then he jumped away?? just, what

well anyway, so now Deku is asking her why she sided with AFO, but he seems a lot more pissed off than when he was interrogating Muscular, though. probably because she shot him three times. fair enough

oh my god

does Lady have a blog here on tumblr dot com?? -- does Horikoshi have a blog here on tumblr motherfucking dot com?? why do I suddenly feel like this man is out here sneakily reading up on all our discourse

oh my god Deku it’s almost like getting up close and personal with someone who can shoot custom bullets from any distance and any position with deadly accuracy was a terrible fucking idea

IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD WARNED YOU NOT TO ENGAGE WITH HER AT ALL COSTS. IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD HAD THE FORESIGHT TO DO THAT sob. can you imagine how much shorter this series would be if characters actually listened to Hawks. Hawks, and Momo. why do we even let anyone else run the show ever

OH MY GOD

DEKU, RUN

OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING

this looks a lot like what happens to me whenever I play One’s Justice. those fucking combo attacks that you can’t fucking escape from and so your character just has to stand there getting their ass whalloped repeatedly while you wonder why you paid $40 for this

but anyways though. so Lady who did you kill?? I bet they deserved it, don’t worry I forgive you

(ETA: ANYWAY SO FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT LADY NAGANT DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HER ENTIRE LIFE. aside from murdering all those innocent people and shit. but there were CIRCUMSTANCES, and THEY WERE EXTENUATING, OKAY.)

-- holy shit

looks like the HPSC arc is back on the menu boys

so are we about to learn that the HPSC was going full Hydra on people’s asses? secretly dispatching anyone they deemed a threat to society?? “taken care of” as in you fucking shot them??

so then was the “hero” she killed actually one of the guys who was giving or carrying out these orders?? holy shit Lady, up until now I’ve mainly just been stanning you for your flawless eyebrow game and metal af quirk, but this shit could actually get real very quickly, and I am prepared to genuinely and sincerely love the shit out of you depending on what we learn next about your backstory

oh my god?!?

so wait, hold up. am I reading this right?? basically the HPSC started murdering vigilantes because they were worried they were gaining too much of the public’s favor?? holy fucking shit???

oh my GOD oh my god

“it’s been a while since I scarred you all with the dead dog and the graphic slaughter of an entire innocent family, huh,” Horikoshi says thoughtfully. “anyway so what do you all think of my new creation, the Spaghetti Bullet.” well, Horikoshi, so you know that squished-up face that Kermit the Frog makes sometimes? yeah. that’s what I think, if you must know lol

holy hell the juxtaposition

I’m actually kind of surprised to learn she had a lot of fans? what with her M.O., I was expecting her to have been an underground hero like Aizawa, but apparently not? then again I still have absolutely no idea how any of that works. I really need to read Vigilantes already

oh snap

nothing like a sweet dose of assassin trauma to finally round out our BnHA Trauma Bingo!! well done guys, we finally collected all of the traumas! hooray!

noooo Ladyyyyyyy

holy shit what a fucking chapter. like, this man promised us an assassin, and went and fucking delivered. I was not expecting it to be this dark, lol, but holy shit I am here for it

you know, at some point you have to start questioning the logistics of this, though

I mean, how do I put this... her quirk isn’t exactly subtle. that murder scene from a few pages back looked like the first season of Dexter for fuck’s sake, that’s not exactly “disappearing” people now is it?? and I mean, her bullets are literally made from her own fucking hair; it seems like it would be impossible not to leave any evidence behind. did no one start to wonder who the fuck was going around murdering all these people? or did the people who asked too many questions wind up getting conveniently “disappeared” themselves??

and hey, speaking of asking too many questions

holy shit is he blackmailing her??!? or no, wait -- what the hell is he reaching for in his pocket boy you better not

(ETA: what exactly was this man expecting fdslkjd. “uh oh my unstoppable hair trigger assassin who is literally always armed is asking questions, better announce that I am going to shoot her and then reach into my pocket veeeeeery slowly while she stands there all of two feet away.” how did this guy ever function as the head of a shadow government with these decision-making skills, I’m genuinely baffled.)

OH MY GOD LADY YES

this. right here. is why “run the fuck away” was damn good solid fucking advice. oh shit. but my god did this dude have it coming

so wait lol has she just been narrating all of this out loud to Deku this entire time

okay but can we just stop for a moment and appreciate the fact that they’re having this deep conversation about the dark secrets of hero society right in the middle of their intense mid-air sniper free-for-all lol

holy shit you guys, Nagant’s the one that should have made the tell-all video. I mean, no offense to you, Dabi, I’m sure you worked very hard on your video and did a ton of crunches every day so that you would look good with your shirt off while you told the world all about how your dad was a jerk. but seriously...

this is already like 100x more convincing than what he put out. also, gasp, is it another flashback

yes it is oh my gosh

so the HPSC Chairladyperson whom ReDestro killed used to be this guy’s direct subordinate, huh? I wonder if she kept the whole assassin program going after she took over. can’t say I was feeling any particular kind of grieving way about her death before, but certainly not now lol

but unfortunately Nagant has finally lost me at the same place where all of the villains inevitably do, which is to say when they somehow make the dubious mental leap from “society sucks and is bad” to “let’s just be openly fucking evil lol, worth a shot.” because when heroes murder innocent people and cover it up, that’s obviously bad (and I mean, it absolutely fucking is lol, don’t get me wrong); but when villains murder innocent people straight up out in the open without giving a fuck, they’re righteous revolutionaries? just -- is there really no non-murdery middle ground here?? I guess that’s what Deku and co. are for, hopefully

anyways oh shit Deku seems to have spotted something?? and he’s doing something weird with Blackwhip what

oh, he spotted her, I guess

lmaooooo

new favorite Deku panel right here. a masterpiece

oh my god you guys our little boy is starting to grow up before our eyes

you love to see it. and you can tell with those elipses that he’s gearing up to say something really cool and determined and badass like the shounen protag he is, yes please, Deku ilu so much please do your thing

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

IS THAT A TEENY TINY LIL EYE SPARKLE THERE OMG. still not anywhere close to his usual standard, but that’s some clear resolve there in his eyes there at long last! it always shines the most clearly when he’s being true to himself and his ideals, so I love that it finally shows up again here, when he’s reaffirming his resolve to help others no matter what

uh oh so what’s Lady going to do now

is it time for a trump card?? kinda sounding like it’s time for a trump card

???

I lied btw, this is my new favorite Deku panel. but anyways what is she up to now lol

ohhhhhh, lol

why does she seem shocked, lol. here I thought this was part of her plan, but apparently she forgot all about ol’ “Look Ma, No Hands” back up there

and so I guess that’s it for this week! so we’ve learned basically everything now about Lady and her quirk and her history with the HPSC and why she agreed to work for AFO. pretty much the only question that still remains is why the hell she decided to drag this asshole along for the ride! because I still cannot figure that out dsklkjlkf

(ETA: actually now I’m kind of wondering if they maybe have some past connection we don’t know about yet. when exactly was Nagant sent to Tartarus? is it possible she was ordered to track down and kill Overhaul at some point before that, but never got around to it? or something else along those lines? idk but now I’m curious.)

anyways Deku, I know that your empathy has no bounds and that you’re on a “saving villains” kick right now, and good on you... but also, if you decide to just like, skip all of that shit just this once, absolutely no one will hold it against you, I’m just saying. just, all I’m asking here is maybe let’s think twice before we start trying to reform guys who imprison and torture little girls for profit. I think maybe that’s a good place to draw the line. next week is going to be a very interesting chapter lol

#bnha 314 #lady nagant #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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sevlgi · 3 years

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sweetener

requested: no

group: stray kids

pairing: felix x gn!reader

genre: pure fluff

contents: baker!felix, awkward!reader, supervisor!chan, very very bad attempt at asking lix out, valentine’s day

warnings: none

synopsis: Being late for work is always worth it when there’s brownies involved, and the baker might just be able to change your life, and your Valentine’s day.

a/n: cheesy valentine’s fic :)

word count: 3.4k

Stumbling into Sunshine Bakery was a complete, honest mistake.

Of course you liked bakeries, especially the ones that smelled like pure happiness in the form of fresh-baked cookies and cakes. But a bakery was an exciting place, a stop that you didn’t have time for on your mundane, yet incredibly hurried commute to the worst job you’d ever worked in your life.

“Y-yes, I’m on my way. No, I haven’t--” You sighed into the phone, mumbling apologies as you brushed into yet another person not looking each way before they walked. “I won’t be late. I promise.”

But just as you made your promise and sealed it with a press on the ‘end call’ button, you yelped out and fell to the ground, having been knocked over by someone passing by. To make matters worse, the other pedestrians continued to swarm, almost completely surrounding you as you tried to rush to your feet.

“Hey! Guys, let her stand up.”

“Sorry, Felix,” someone murmured after an unfamiliar voice called out. You turned your face up to the sky, almost as if you expected some kind of miracle to appear in front of you, but instead, you found a black rectangle just above your head and a pair of platform converse just next to you.

Then, a hand, which you accepted. Once pulled up, you were faced with a surprisingly friendly and attractive stranger-- slim, messy blonde hair, and the freckles scattered over his face scrunching with the force of his grin. The little plaque on his chest did read Felix, and as you were hit with the smell of warm brownies on the tray he held, you realized that you had managed to fall just outside the bakery that you had been working up the courage to enter for weeks. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I-- I’m sorry. For falling right in front of you.” You bowed, heat rising to your cheeks as you did.

“Hey, no worries.” Felix’s voice didn’t exactly match his face-- he had a decently heavy Australian accent that only accentuated how deep his voice was, but he smiled in such a way that there was no way he could intimidate anyone. “Can I help you though? If you’re looking for a treat to bring a little sunshine to your day, I have lots of experience in that department.”

The cheesy line shouldn’t have worked for anyone. It should’ve made you cringe and apologize again before heading to work with a growling stomach, but for some reason, you couldn’t seem to do what should be done. Instead, you bowed slightly and let yourself be ushered into the bakery.

And somehow, the plethora of worries clouding your mind were set aside by the simple smell of pastries. Maybe it was a requirement to look like literal sunshine to be inside the bakery; after all, all of the workers and the customers wore a smile almost as large as Felix’s. He returned to the counter, though, and set his tray down before leaning on the glass display case to grin at you yet again. “So? See anything you like?”

“Uh.” You stopped yourself from saying something stupid and bent down to focus on the actual pastries inside. “The... the brownies? Those look really good.”

“You have good taste! I made those,” Felix laughed, pride evident in his voice as he pulled the doors to the case open. “Will that be one or two?”

“Two.” You watched him pull a paper box out, bright tangerine just like the menu hanging above him, and quickly added, “Could I get a coffee too?”

Felix nodded, turning to wave at someone. “Hey, Minho hyung! Stop flirting with Jisung and come make a coffee.”

Yet again, a pretty person appeared, this time a dark-haired man with sculpture-like features. He looked a bit angry as he ruffled Felix’s hair roughly, but he turned to you with a sweet smile that concealed his bullying of his coworkers. “Sorry about that. Americano?”

“Americano’s good,” you agreed quietly, handing Felix your credit card when he held his hand out for it. Over the roar of the coffee machine, you couldn’t hear Minho jibe at Felix, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at seeing the blond boy’s pout, either. “Uh, thank you. Both of you.”

“No problem! Stop in anytime,” Felix called out, waving and leaning on the display case again as you walked out.

As soon as you were hit with the cold, not-cake-scented air outside the bakery, though, you gasped and checked your phone for the time. 8:19-- “Shit. I’m late.”

Every time that you saw the face of Bang Chan, you cursed your luck with a passion.

It had nothing to do with Chan himself-- actually, you liked him a lot. He was the best supervisor in the entire department you worked with, but he just so happened not to be the one you worked under. He liked visiting all the different offices with a familiar dimpled smile, offering all of the workers the encouragement that their respective supervisors wouldn’t give.

So whenever word spread that he was visiting your office, you always made a point to be in the room, if only just to see his kind grin and catch a friendly wave. After the shitty morning you had, getting yelled at for being 5 minutes late, you made sure to be sitting securely in your cubicle at 5:45 pm for the dose of serotonin that you knew would come after seeing the nicest person in the office.

“Hey everyone!”

Chan’s telltale accent turned the head of every worker in the room; the chorus of “hello”s only widened his smile as he waved both hands, making sure to direct a smile at every single person. “I have a guest today, wanna see who it is?”

It felt remarkably like a classroom as everyone cheered, but you couldn’t help the grin on your face as you clapped too. Chan pushed open the door, revealing two people-- one of whom was very, very familiar. “Everyone, welcome Felix and Seungmin! They brought cookies for everyone.”

To your satisfaction (and slight impending embarrassment), Felix made his way in your direction with a box in hand, gloves on, and the same sunny smile from the morning. “Ah! I saw you this morning, didn’t I?” Felix asked when he reached you, holding the cookies out to you. “Chocolate chip cookie?”

“Y-yeah. Thanks,” you mumbled, accepting the napkin and the treat. “Sorry. Again.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s my fault too,” the blond boy shrugged, leaning on your cubicle. “I’m sorry, though, I don’t believe I caught your name yet.”

You pointed at the placard with your name engraved in black, but answered nonetheless. “Y/N Y/L/N, but don’t do the full name. I’ll think you’re my supervisor.”

Felix frowned, “Chan isn’t your supervisor? That’s a shame. Everyone seems to like him.”

“We do,” you laughed, shifting the cookie around on your desk. “I haven’t met a single person who doesn’t like Chan yet, we all wish he was our supervisor. He’s a lot better than Mr. Kim, anyway. You didn’t hear it from me, but we’re all only working for promotions so we can leave. When Chan brings us cookies, it only makes us want to leave more. ”

“I’m the one who’s bringing you cookies,” he protested, smiling in tandem with you. “Is working under Mr. Kim that miserable, though?”

You shrugged in response, fiddling with a pen. “Uh. It’s not fun, that’s for sure. It just kind of puts a damper on our jobs, even though he doesn’t show up to yell at us often.”

Felix pouted in thought, but when he spotted the other baker making his way towards the two of you, he smiled again and asked, “By the way, how were the brownies this morning? I like getting feedback from customers.”

“Wonderful, but I’m sure you didn’t expect anything else.”

Before you could say anything else, though, you were cut off by the other baker, the one you remembered to be Seungmin. “Hey, Felix! Minho hyung wants us to get back soon, rush hour’s starting.”

Felix shouted back in response, then turned back to you with a grin. “I’m glad you liked them. Will you pop back in sometime? Tomorrow, maybe? I’m always in the shop if you want to see me, and I come to visit Chan sometimes, too.”

You wished you could say no; you had to be working towards a promotion that would get you out of the office and out of Mr. Kim’s grasp. You didn’t have time for bakeries or the bakers inside, just as sweet as the treats they made. But you found yourself smiling, nodding, as Felix pulled away to join his friend. “Yeah. Tomorrow morning, if I can.”

“Okay. Nice meeting you, Y/N,” he waved, jogging to catch up to Seungmin, who had already stepped out of the office with Chan.

As soon as he was gone and everyone around you was caught up in their work, you allowed yourself to bite into a cookie-- and instantly regretted it. Because with the warmth of it, the sweetness of the treat- you knew you’d get addicted. To the cookie, and to the sweet boy who had handed it to you.

Fuck.

You didn’t exactly know what made you apprehensive about stepping back into Sunshine Bakery, but you did know that your hands were sweaty on the strap of your bag. You knew that your lip hurt from biting down on it, you knew that your shoes were tapping impatiently, and-- you knew that someone was waving at you and opening the door for you.

“Why’re you standing outside?” he grinned. You didn’t recognize him-- he was shorter than both Minho and Seungmin, with a wide grin and blonde hair hidden under a beanie. “Waiting for something?”

“Uh. F-Felix?” you answered, cursing yourself for stuttering. “Yeah. I’m looking for Felix.”

His eyes widened along with his smile as he opened the door further, motioning for you to join the chattering crowd inside. “Ah, another one. Come on in, then-- Felix is inside, that’s why you don’t see him.”

Despite the fact that you didn’t answer him, the boy kept talking, following you into the bakery. “I’m Jisung, by the way. I think I saw you yesterday morning, before Felix called Minho away to make you a coffee.”

“Oh. I’m sorry?”

Jisung shook his head, making his way behind the counter. “No hard feelings. Minho needs some help anyway, he never works.”

“I heard that,” Minho grumbled, stepping out of the kitchen. “Oh, hey, Y/N.”

“You know my name?” you asked, brow furrowed. Thankfully, you’d arrived almost half an hour before you actually had to go to work, so you weren’t worried about your time limit.

The taller of the two boys nodded, reaching to wipe his hands off on a towel. “Yeah, Felix--”

“I heard my name and sensed something embarrassing,” the blond boy himself interrupted, walking outside too. But his face lit up at the sight of you, a smile crinkling his nose. “Hi, Y/N. I’m glad you decided to come.”

You flushed and nodded. “Hi, Felix. Um, could I get... the brownies again?”

“I’m sorry,” Felix frowned, peeking into the case. “We’re out of brownies today, we ran out of cocoa powder.” Jisung jabbed Minho in the side, and the two made their way into the kitchen again, arguing under their breath. The baker in front of you paid them no mind, asking, “Could I get you something else?”

“Anything you recommend,” you blurted out. “I... I trust you to choose something good for me.”

It should’ve been weird. That was a weird line, and you knew that if it had been anyone else, they would’ve been staring at you like they regretted meeting you. But Felix only grinned wider and nodded. “Okay. How does cupcakes sound?”

“Sounds great,” you breathed out and followed him over to the cash register. “Sorry, I’m kind of awkward.”

“Hey, I deal with Jeongin,” Felix shrugged. He handed you the pretty paper box and stapled a receipt on top of it before humming and typing into the register. “I can handle awkward. Have a nice day at work, Y/N. I have a feeling it’ll be great for you.”

You bowed again and accepted the box, wishing your cheeks weren’t flaming hot as you backed out of the shop. Jisung shouted something and waved once you were outside the shop, but all you could think about was that last line. What convinced Felix that your day was going to be great? After all, it wasn’t like he’d never visited the office, he had to know it was miserable.

But before you could think any more about it, you were pressing the elevator buttons like you did every morning, the numbers worn, and the doors closed in on you like the doors to hell.

“What. The. Hell?”

You stared at the cardboard box on your extremely bare desk, a contrast to the slightly decorated way you had left it just the night before. The box in your hands felt cold as you stood in a suddenly unfamiliar cubicle, all of your coworkers avoiding your eyes. “Did I get fired and no one told me?”

“Y/N?” someone called from the entrance to your department, saving the people around you some embarrassment. There was a woman standing at the entrance, with a sweet smile and long caramel hair that you would’ve appreciated had it not been for the idea of being fired hovering above your head. “Please pick the box up and follow me.”

Wordlessly, you did so, not bothering to wave goodbye to the others as you made your way into the hall. As soon as you were out of earshot, you blurted out, “Did I get fired?”

“What?” She flashed you a confused smile, stopping in her tracks.

“Did I get fired?” you repeated. You felt stupid standing there, your heels incredibly uncomfortable and the tangerine box carefully balanced atop your belongings growing cold. “I just arrived to see my stuff packed up.”

“Oh!” the woman laughed and shook her head. “No, no. You’re being transferred to Chan’s department, he requested it himself. I’m Sana, I’m his co-supervisor. He would’ve come to pick you up, but I lost rock paper scissors.”

And just like that, the smile reappeared on your face. Ever since you had met Chan, had arrived in the company, you had wished that you could work for him instead. On an all-too boring Sunday that shouldn’t have been spent office, your wish was fulfilled, and you bowed deeply to Sana. “Thank you so much,” you sighed in relief. Anything was better than being fired, especially this.

She shrugged and tugged you up, smiling, “It wasn’t my decision, but I’m glad to have you. You’re great, you know, we all thought you’d be promoted by now.”

Heat rose to your ears as you laughed, embarrassed, “Really? That’s a huge compliment, thank you.”

“Of course.” Sana pushed the glass doors to her department open and announced loudly, “Hey! We’ve got a transfer from Mr. Kim’s department today, Y/N will be working with us from now on. Give some applause or I’ll cut your salaries.”

Your new coworkers matched Sana’s joking tone by booing her, but you were met with some clapping and ‘welcome’s anyway. Sana shooed you to what you assumed to be Chan’s office and explained, “He talks to all the new recruits. Go, go, I’ll see you when you come out.”

“Okay.”

Chan grinned and waved at you when you entered the office. “Y/N! Glad to see you made it over okay, I hear Mr. Kim makes things difficult for some transfers.”

Shaking your head, you took the seat across from him. “Oh, no, I didn’t see him today. I thought I got fired, though, because no one told me.”

“Oh, no!” He laughed into his hands, and you couldn’t help but feel like everything was going to be better, just by moving departments and supervisors. “I’m sorry, I should’ve emailed you or something. Felix just--”

“Felix?” You tilted your head in question, your fingers ceasing to tap on your knees. “What does my transfer have to do with Felix?”

Chan shook a hand, the smile still there. “No, you misunderstand. I was already planning on pulling you from the department, hopefully after you got promoted, but you told Felix about how miserable your job was, and when Sana went to ask your coworkers, they all thought the same. So I made the call to transfer you early.”

You could only blink at that, rather dumbly. You weren’t sure how you felt that telling Felix about how horrible Mr. Kim was managed to land you an early transfer, and you definitely weren’t sure how to respond. “Oh.”

“So,” he continued, apparently not fazed by your lack of a response, “I want you to take the day off. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m not sure if you have plans...”

No, you should’ve responded. You didn’t have plans, and you had to prove yourself to your new coworkers, but then Felix’s smile and the tangerine cupcake box sitting atop your new desk flashed in your mind. “Yeah. A day off would be nice, thank you,” you bowed, almost missing Chan’s outstretched hand.

“Of course,” he grinned. “Tell me if you need anything, Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything, but just before you slipped out the door, you turned back. “Hey, Chan? One question. How cheesy is Felix?”

Finding materials for what was quite possibly going to be the cheesiest date proposal in your life (to someone who might not even like you back) turned out to take a lot longer than you thought it would.

So by the time you finally managed to lug your proposal all the way to Sunshine Bakery, the sun was setting and you were hoping for your miraculous luck of the day to not fail you.

And thankfully, when you arrived, someone was just starting to turn the lights off and come outside. Someone with blonde hair, in a beanie and a tangerine apron, and someone who jumped slightly when he turned to find you outside. But Felix waved and opened the door for you with a huge grin. “Y/N, what’re you doing here? Late Valentine’s shopping?”

“Not exactly,” you breathed out, gesturing to the honestly heavy box in your hands. “Uh, I got you flours.”

You were sure that steam was practically coming out of your ears with how embarrassed you were; to be honest, you had never said such a cheesy thing in your life, and you had never wanted to, but Felix’s smile was practically touching his ears as he reached out to take the box from you. The little brown bags had heart-shaped stickers on them, and Felix looked like he was about to melt when he noticed the details. “Is this your incredibly cheesy way of asking a baker out?” he laughed.

“Depends,” you shrugged. “Is it working?”

Felix nodded mock-seriously and jerked his head towards the dimmed bakery. “It is absolutely working. D’you wanna come in?”

You moved to open the door for him, then followed the baker to the kitchen. He set the box of flour down with a grunt, but the grin never left his face. “It’s not going to be much of a date, but we have some great Valentine’s desserts prepped for tomorrow,” he explained and disappeared into the kitchen. “You can sit anywhere, by the way.”

“It’s okay, I’ve always dreamed of watching a cute boy bake,” you joked and sat down on the stools before the counter.

Felix’s voice traveled well even from inside the kitchen, echoing on the walls. “Really? You think I’m cute?”

“Well, I pulled that stupid date proposal off,” you grumbled. “I better think you’re cute.”

He didn’t respond, only arrived again with two heart-shaped cakes in hand and some icing smudged on his face. “Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Lix,” you smiled. There was more than one meaning to the ‘thanks’, and you assumed that the blonde boy understood as he handed you one of the cakes.

In the mostly dark bakery, Felix’s grin and the LED lights of the kitchen behind him the only things lighting your way, Valentine’s Day was a hell of a lot better than you’d imagined.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #felix imagines #felix scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids felix #felix #lee felix #felix lee #skz #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios

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preciousthingsareprecious · 3 years

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Close the Chasm

Dick and Damian week seems to have left me with a flood of emotions I couldn’t quite shake just in the event, so please take this. It’s more about Damian than featuring him, but still.

Summary:

“He asked me to chaperone.” Dick adds after a minute, “I told him to ask you.”

He looks up from Damian’s face to read Bruce’s. His dad looks sad, a million thoughts hidden behind those eyes. He squeezes Dick’s hand a little tighter, as if that could change either of them saying no.

“This isn’t--” Dick goes to say working, but Bruce interrupts him.

“I’ve been thinking”

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Dick settles into the bed carefully. There is no reason to upset the sleeping boy, tucked carefully into his father’s side and it is the last thing he wants to do. Not when Damian has at last fallen asleep, any lingering threads of fear toxin not enough to keep him awake, and the exhaustion of a terrible day pulling him into deep slumber.

Instinct makes Dick want to wrap himself around Damian, but the boy is already curled into Bruce’s large chest. So Dick scoots closer, throwing an arm around Damian and over to find Bruce’s hand. His other arm is left free to ease tangles out of Damian’s dark curls.

“Hey.” Bruce murmurs, voice a deep rumble that’s all warmth and love for his sons.

Dick hums, savoring the way Damian’s small chest rises and falls under his arm, and the strength in his dad’s hold.

“How’s he doing?” he asks.

“Better. I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.” Bruce’s eyes have caught Dick’s now, a startling blue so deep Dick wonders how Talia’s ever won out in Damian.

Sooner. Dick wishes he could have gotten there sooner too. Before Crane interrupted a whole field trip of students and grabbed four, including Damian. Sooner before he’d started dosing each kid with different and new strains of toxin. Sooner before Damian had screamed his throat raw and cut little moons into his arms from his nails digging so deep.

“Me too.” is all Dick says, brushing his fingers through Damian’s hair again.

The boy sighs, and shifts, turning his face up and out of where it had been buried against Bruce’s chest. The soft light from lamps turned down low illuminates his features. His cheeks have regained some color, even if there’s a long scratch marring the one Dick can see.

“He asked me to chaperone.” Dick adds after a minute, “I told him to ask you.”

“This isn’t--” Dick goes to say working, but Bruce interrupts him.

“I’ve been thinking.”

Dick stops, curious. His heart hammers against his chest. He’s a little afraid it might wake Damian. He’s pressed himself up against his boy’s back, and curled around him. Not a lot. Not tight and protective like he wants, but enough to say: he is mine. He is yours, but he is also mine.

Bruce shifts a little, a foot kicking against one of Dick’s. They’re both wrapped around their boy. This precious child. Like he’s their whole world, and yet hours ago they hadn’t known where he was. They’d lost him. Let him get hurt. Batman and Nightwing.

Some protectors they are.

“He needs his dad.” Bruce says, and Dick feels like his chest has been struck with a sledgehammer. His heart is no longer racing, instead it has stopped.

“I know.” Dick says, doing his best to keep bitterness out of his voice.

Damian had needed his dad a year ago too. Back when Bruce was jumping through the timestream, battling pirates on boats, terrifying the very first residents of Gotham, and literally changing history. Damian had needed his dad then, when he was new and terrified and had no concept of what love could look like beyond a pat on the shoulder and a cold “well done”.

Dick had stepped in. He had done everything for Damian that Bruce had for him. And then, when Bruce returned, Dick had stepped aside. He’d let Damian have his dad, even if it tore Dick apart to do so. Like pulling his heart from his body.

He slips his fingers from Damian’s hair, pulls his foot back away from Bruce’s, ready to get up.

“But--” Bruce’s words stop Dick again.

He almost breathes ‘but?’. I nstead he continues to watch his dad. His heart fragile, like the boy between them.

“He needs you too.”

Bruce is not looking at Dick anymore. He has eyes only for Damian. A thumb brushing against the boy’s forehead.

Dick’s breath is caught in his throat. He is frozen, as if moving might break this spell weaving its way between them. This secret wish he has held tight since he packed his bags, tucking a small framed painting from Damian atop them.

“He loves you so much.” Bruce tells him, voice wistful but without a hint of jealousy, “And he misses you, more than he’s willing to let on.”

Now Bruce looks up at Dick again, “You two need each other.”

“What are you saying?” Dick asks, as if Bruce had not just explained.

He had not. He had said they needed each other. Admitted Damian’s affection. Said almost everything Dick wanted to hear. But he had not fixed the problem. The canyon between Dick and Bruce. Bruce could say a hundred things about how Damian felt, but if he did not explain how to fix the gap --the question- then what was he even saying?

Bruce presses his lips together, and he sighs, as if his words should have explained everything. As if they explained the plan he’d gone over a hundred times in his own head. Dick knows he has figured it all out. It is Bruce's way of thinking. He has watched it happen a hundred times. He has learned to translate to read between the lines. But today he needs every word.

“Bruce?”

“You love him so much too.” Bruce says, “You need him as much as he needs you.”

He reaches a hand out and cups Dick’s cheek, “I love you. I don’t say that enough.”

Dick stares at him. His words are lost. Once a fountain now dry marble. Something warm has replaced the worry and pain in his chest. It hits him, how much a son he is to Bruce as Damian is to him. It is so easy to forget, under the weight of life and responsibilities. Through the grind that is time and distance. Past the old fights and the new chasm.

Now Bruce looks at him as gentle and loving as he just looked at Damian, “I love you both, and I want you two to be happy, you know that right?”

He knows that. Dick is fully aware of his father’s love, even if it is rarely voiced so specifically. But it is so nice to actually hear the words. Like water on a drooping plant.

“Dick? Chum?” Bruce prompts.

“What are you saying?” Dick asks again, the words so quiet they scrape across his throat.

Bruce leans forward, ever so careful so he doesn’t wake Damian. He presses a kiss to Dick’s forehead and murmurs, his voice warm against Dick’s skin, “I’ve been thinking.”

“We need to change how we’re doing this. Share time, maybe he stays with you for a week and me for one. I won’t ask you to move back in.” Bruce leans back watching Dick, he still hold’s Dick’s cheek, like a lifeline.

“I’ve got papers, they’ll make you legally his guardian again. All the same rights I have.”

Bruce becomes the fountain that Dick is not. His words wash over him, explaining different suggestions for how Damian can split his time, that Dick can have his life in Bludhaven, that Bruce can also be a dad to Damian. He explains that they need to make sure Damian can’t just run from one to the other for permission for things. That expectations should be similar from one house to another.

“And Damian?” Dick interrupts, “Have you asked him, to see if he even wants to split his time like that?”

Dick does not say ‘if he even wants to live with me again’ or ‘if he only wants to stay with one of us.’ . It does not need to be said.

“I wanted to ask you first.” Bruce tells him, “I didn't want to put any pressure on you you don’t want, and talk out any problems I might have missed.”

Bruce’s thumb brushes Dick’s cheek, “This is as much for you as it is for him. I told you, you two need each other, son.”

Tears prick behind Dick’s eyes at last. Somehow he has forgotten what it was like to be considered. He will do anything for Damian, for his whole family. He has, for years, given so much of himself to everyone, and so rarely does anyone ask him first. He is happy to give. Happy to pour himself out so that the people he loves so much can flourish.

“What do you say? Think we can be co-parents?”

Of course Damian will say yes. Of course there will be problems. Of course Dick and Bruce are going to butt heads and that strange chasm of who should take precedence will always be there (even if it is both, even if it is neither, even if that is Damian’s say every time).

“Of course.” Dick says, reaching a hand up to take Bruce’s again and squeeze it tight.

#Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Bruce is a good dad #Dick is too #honestly this is just kind of a flood of emotional words on the page #so #anyway #I hope you enjoy #Precious Posts

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corruptedcaps · 3 years

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A Nasty Valentine

Randall was never a popular kid at school. He was geeky, overweight and was a bit of a loner. No girl would give him the time of day. No one except his favourite teacher Ms. Nice. She was always so kind to him and treated him with respect something even most of the other faculty didn’t do. He in turn was a big teachers pet. He would sit up front, would stay late to help her clean up and would always hand in his homework early.

This of course just made him a bigger target for bullies but he didn’t care. He was smitten with Ms. Nice and he was convinced she liked him. She would drop hints like saying “Oh Randall why couldn’t you of been around when I was your age? I might of not fallen for every bad boy that came by if I had you back then.”

It was statements like this that gave him his genius idea in the first place. Due to being forever ostracized at school Randall had dedicated himself to his studies and had become a brilliant amateur chemist. He had come up with a myriad of formulas that would one day make him a fortune but for now he had one special dose that would give him what he truly desired.

He had been waiting for the perfect day to enact his plan and thought there was no better time than Valentines Day. He waited until after class when everyone left to go up to Ms. Nice and presented her with a special box of chocolates.

“Thank you some much Randall you shouldn’t have. You’re such a thoughtful boy. You’ll make a girl you’re age very happy one day.” She said picking a chocolate at random and eating it in one go.

“Well I’m hoping that day is today.” He said which made Ms. Nice puzzles for a moment before she felt an unusual rumble in her stomach.

“Oh Randall I’m feeling a little hot under the collar all of a sudden, can you open the windows?” She said but Randall remained in place as he watched his teacher take off her jacket. Randall could see the changes slowly creep across Ms. Nice’s body. Her wrinkles began to smooth out and disappear. Her damaged dyed red hair began to repair itself and return to its original hazelnut colour. Ms. Nice was still unsure what was happening.

“Oh god what’s happening to me? Why do I feel my body tightening up? Why does it feel so good?” She said letting her hands roam her body forgetting Randall was even there or simply not caring. Years of sagging skin became tight all over her body but none more evident than with her boobs which in an instant perked up as if suddenly inflated.

“I did this, or rather the chocolates are doing this. They are turning the clock back on your body.” Randall said finding himself unable to tear his eyes away from the changes he was seeing. It was working even better than he expected. Somehow his concoction was even turning back time on her clothes, making her stuffy formal suit into a rather slutty version of their school’s uniform.

“You did this? Wh-why would yooooou... oh god this feels amazing I don’t want it to stop!” She moaned as the changes reached their peak internally as well as externally. Her pussy suddenly felt fresh and new enough to give her a miniature orgasm that signalled the last of the changes had finished. She let out a sigh of pleasure and relief as she caught her breath. Randall could see in her eyes that a spark that had been heated down over the years had suddenly been lit aflame once again.

“Wow I can’t believe this, I look just like I did when I was 18. I look so young and sexy again. Why did you do this?” She said taking a moment from admiring her youthful body to address Randall.

“I did this for you, for us. You always said that you wished someone like me was around when you were young so I did just that, made you young again.” Randall said full of excitement and hormones at seeing how hot his future girlfriend was.

Before Ms. Nice could answer though Randall’s bully James burst in. James was all muscle and all menace and routinely bullied anyone he could in the school. Ms. Nice herself in the past would reprimanded him for being a thug but as she looked upon his sudden explosion into the room something repressed in her was awakening.

“Hey loser I’ve been looking for you. Give me those answers for science class or I’ll...” James said trailing off noticing Ms. Nice also in the room. He took her in head to toe as if he was evaluating a meal. For her part Ms. Nice instinctively did as she always had with men who checked her out and but her lip.

“This loser bothering you babe?” James said with a disgusted look on his face as he eyed Randall.

“Well actually she-“ Randall began before being cut off by Ms. Nice.

“Yeah actually, this creep said he said he was going to make you shit your pants with these chocolates and he was going to do it for me to prove his love. I don’t even know him.” She said with a matching look of disgust for Randall who looked immediately taken aback by her. Before he could say anything he recieved a swift kick to the stomach by James and feel to his knees.

Instantly Ms. Nice felt all her teenage desires and emotions return to her. She felt herself undeniably being turned on by the bad boy James and loving the pain he inflicted on Randall. It was this obsession with bullies that earned her the nickname Miss Nasty, a name she was only to proud to adopt.

“Oh fuck yeah beat him up baby, make him pay and I’ll reward you.” She said cosying up to James and squeezing his dick over his pants. He obliged by giving Randall another swift kick.

“Mmmm again.” Miss Nasty purred in James’ ear. She was delighted to feel his dick stiffen when she did. As he kicked Randall again she began to moan.

“You’re a bit of a kinky bitch aren’t you? I like that.” He said grabbing her tight into a deep kiss which made her horn ire than she had been in years. She needed release.

“Quick feed him the chocolates and kick him out of here. I want you to fuck me on the teacher’s table.” She said handing James the chocolates and pushing everything on the table off so she could get on.

Taking a handful of chocolates in his hand he shoved them into Randall’s face and made him chew until he swallowed. Once satisfied he threw Randall into the hall and locked the door.

“Oh fuck I love what a bad bastard you are and you’ve made me remember what a mean bitch I used to be. God it feels so good to be nasty again.” She moaned kneeling on the desk that was once hers and ripping off her clothes, letting James attack her with a youthful vigor she had missed.

Hours later when they would emerge from their lust filled location neither would notice the sticky residue on the floor outside the room, the remaining evidence of Randall’s sudden age regression.

Model: Capri Cavanni

#f2f #corruption #corrupted #evil bitch #bitchification

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kaigarax · 3 years

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The Status Quo

Series: BNHA various x reader

Title: Of Shared Secrets, Stolen Kisses and Silent Hearts

Chapter: 6

Fanfiction / reader insert / 1st person P.O.V.

Quote: "I wonder if people truly do love each other as much as they do in romantic stories?"

I know of many that have claimed to have recognized her elegance from first glance but to me she was utterly ordinary.

Anything and everything involving people contains patterns. Whether they are the actions found in our day to day lives or the results of a strenuous competition between rivals, there are always things to be tracked and repeated if one is willing to observe long enough. And with enough patience one may often find themselves on the upside of patterns.

Many people would argue against the idea of being patterned with their own experiences of spontaneous people. I would argue back that they’re just looking at the wrong thing.

Spontaneous people tend to attract the attention of those who wish to adventure the world around them yet are too scared to do so themselves. Oftentimes, despite good intentions, that spontaneous person will begin to neglect others before falling out of that relationship they had worked so hard to build.

While patterns are seen in some situations as negative they are actually quite satisfactory to the individual. While many people say that the human brain needs something different every once and a while, the heart often needs consistency.

It’s why people believe that relationships should only ever be shared between two people. It’s why people believe that a long lasting single relationship is better than a variety of short ones.

People need consistency in their lives.

In this world I had been born in there were people who had been gifted special abilities. The world had evolved from this stagnant phase of development before blasting off into a direction no one ever would’ve been able to predict.

With special abilities came the separation of people. Of course, there has always been separation between social classes. It was how our brains had been wired. To find people similar to us while simultaneously distancing ourselves from those who we saw as different.

With special abilities came clear differences between the weak and strong.

In theory, having special abilities shouldn’t have affected the person you would turn into but it did enable them. It enabled people to get away with hurting others. There had always been criminal organizations in society but their abilities made it so that they were no longer able to be taken care of by simple officers. They required a special type of officer which would eventually become known as a hero.

From abilities came enablement for crime. From cinimals came heroes. And from heroes came villains.

They say that evil does not rise to strike until a hero appears. Someone claiming a position of power over others until someone new feels that they need to be taken down; taking on the role of a villain. Of course, who the villain is often depends on whose perspective you’re looking from.

I was certain you must’ve thought me to be a villain in your life.

As a stranger from a lower class I was just an extra to you. You, standing above everyone else and giving a speech about how you hoped for everyone to take something important out of today’s lesson, looked like a naive fool that needed to get a dose of reality. Really I was envious of how easy you made everything seem.

And, through human patterns, when someone is jealous they tend to act harshly. Not just were you in class 1-A, the kids who had survived the villain attack, but you had ranked among the highest in the entrance exam.

In the cavalry battle, I goaded you and your team but it seemed pointless. Where I would’ve raged back you remained calm. Where I would’ve called something negative back, you responded calmly.

Everything about you seemed so stereotypical of what society believed a hero to be and it made me want to hate you.

I wanted to knock you down and in my need to bring you down I became your villain. An obstacle that stood in your path. A negative blockade that you needed to move before you could continue onto your next portion of the track.

It was quite easy to build an idea of who you were when I didn’t know you. It was easy to want to hate you when the only you that existed to me was a character I’d created in my head.

And then you just had to come up to me and mess everything up. You and that stupid cheerleader uniform.

“Hey you! class 1-A!” I called out, “what in the world are you doing?”

You looked around for a brief moment before turning your gaze to me. “My classmates just tossed this to me and told me to change,” you answered without a second thought smiling sheepishly, “oh, ummm, you’re in class 1-B, right?”

I scoffed, “typical of class 1-A. Barely even recognizing someone from another class.”

“You’re Monoma Neito, aren’t you?”

“I’m surprised someone from the mighty 1-A class knows my name.”

You tilted your head to the side, “for someone who seems to care so much about names, you don’t seem to know mine considering how you’ve referred to me by my class about three times now.”

“T-thats…” I flushed brightly

“It’s alright. I’m not the best with names either!” You smiled in a way that helped to ease the situation, “anyways, did you need something when you called out to me?”

I paused for a moment, trying to come up with a plausible answer. “I just wanted to tell you that it’s pointless for you to be wearing something so frilly! All the first year students were called to the field in their gym uniforms so that they can participate in the exhibition competitions.”

“Oh, alright…” you paused, “thanks I guess. Anyways, see you around.”

“Wait!” I called out as you turned to make your way back to the field, “aren’t you going to change back?”

“My classmates seemed rather excited to dress up so I don’t wanna ruin their moment of joy.”

“Even if you end up looking like a fool?”

“Well if it makes them happy then I don’t mind!”

Your answer puzzled me. Throughout the competition you didn’t seem as spontaneous as your green haired classmate but you weren’t as stiff as Endeavour's son either. It seemed as if you were just satisfied riding everyone else’s wave instead of trying to make your own. Out of all the heroes and hero potentials I’d met you had to be the strangest.

I had opened my mouth to ask you a question before I even realized the words had left my lips. “You don't strike me as someone who fits the stereotype of a hero. So what in the world are you doing here?”

You smiled as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, “because I want to be a hero.” And to your credit, it was.

People were patterns so why was it that I couldn’t place you into something? You seemed like such an abstract person yet gave such a simple answer! You must have a pattern that people can find. I just need to pay attention to the right things.

I watched you from behind as you made your way down the hall. Before you had exited though you had turned back to me and smiled, “my name’s (L/n) (Y/n)! Try to remember it next time you wanna talk to me, alright?”

#bnha #bnha x reader #neito monoma x reader #various x reader

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depressedhatakekakashi · 3 years

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What’s So Great About You?

AU: Bakery Au

Words: 1399

Rating: Teen

Characters: Kabuto, Hatake Kakashi, Uzumaki Karin, Suigetsu

Warnings: None.

Summary: No matter what he does, Kabuto can’t seem to get his business to surpass that arrogant jerk Hatake’s, and to make matters worse Hatake has made a habit out of visiting his small bakery to ‘check-in on them’.

@kakashiswilloffire

The business was up. More people were coming through the door, baked goods were flying off the shelves faster. He’d even had to hire a new staff member to help support them while Karin and Juugo worked in the back making all of the goods.

So why wasn’t he happy?

More business was good, but it didn’t feel like enough.

“Hey, boss,” Karin stuck her head into his office, a smile on her face that screamed trouble. “Your favourite douchebag is here.”

Hatake Kakashi, the bane of his existence.

Organizing his paperwork back into one neat pile, he pushed his chair away from the desk and stood up. It would be rude of him not to pay a visit to the man, even if he did hate his guts.

“What’s he buying today?” He inquired, following Karin out of the office and towards the front of the shop. “More cupcakes? Or is he acting like he needs another loaf of bread today?”

“Actually,” stopping in front of the door that would lead them to the front, Karin turned to face Kabuto and beamed. “He ordered a cake a few days ago. Gave us lots of time to make it for him,” A cake? Why hadn’t Kabuto heard about this? “Juugo didn’t want me to tell you. He said if you found out about it you might do something to it.”

Do something to it? Why would he ruin a paying customer’s cake?

Actually, now that he thought of it the cake would probably taste a lot better with poison. Surely it would solve two problems. Hatake would get a great-tasting cake, and Kabuto would never have to see his charming, smug face again.

“See, this is why Juugo didn’t want me to tell you,” Karin scolded, reaching out and flicking his forehead. “No contemplating murder. It’ll just get us shut down for health violations.”

“Murder is hardly a ‘health violation’,” Kabuto argued. “More of a...legal hiccup.”

“Legal hiccup, health code violation, I don’t really care. I actually like working with Juugo…”

“And Suigetsu?”

Karin narrowed her eyes. “He’s lucky he’s alive. Why you hired him I will never know, but…” waving a hand in front of her face, she sighed. “That’s not the point. I’m not keen on looking for a new job, so no killing the customers. Even if they are charming, handsome rival bakers.”

“I never called him handsome.” Kabuto frowned.

“But he is, so go play nice and make flirty comments or whatever. You know, the usual.”

The ‘usual’ was more along the lines of Kabuto making snarky comments about Hatake’s old family-style bakery and Hatake throwing back a few quips about how modern bakeries were ‘boring’ and had ‘no life’ while complimenting the products he had for sale. All while spending his own hard-earned money at Kabuto’s bakery when he had a bakery of his own, with a fine selection of treats that he could snack on free of charge.

“Oh, just get out there,” Karin opened the door and pointed towards the front. “Before I kick you out.”

“I’d fire you on the spot.” He narrowed his eyes towards Hatake, watching as the man gave Suigetsu his payment, and picked up the cake box on the counter in front of him.

“You’d lose your best baker,” Karin argued. “Now go.”

Not wanting to continue this little argument, Kabuto stepped through the door. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as soon as Hatake glanced his way.

“Look who made it into the light,” How he wished he could smack that smirk off Hatake’s face. Nothing would bring him greater pleasure. “Come to say hello? Or did the snakes and spiders in your office start talking back to you already?”

“Very funny,” Kabuto sneered. “As if you’re not the one in someone else’s bakery. Did Yamato forbid you from stealing snacks while you were doing paperwork?”

“Meh, I just need a change once in a while. You know, something subpar to remind me of just how good my bakers are,” Narrowing his eyes, Kabuto seriously started to contemplate murder at that moment. It wasn’t like anyone would miss Hatake, right? “Besides, if I had this cake made at work Naruto would have told my partner what to expect. Would have ruined the surprise, you know?”

Ok, someone might miss him.

Surely they wouldn’t miss him that much though, right? Only a masochist could possibly enjoy spending their days with such a smug bastard.

Leaning over the counter, Kakashi directed his next words to Suigetsu. “You uh…you didn’t let him poison this or something. Right?”

Suigetsu shrugged his shoulders. “Mm, I think Juugo made sure he didn’t touch the cake. Can’t be a hundred percent sure though. Never know what the boss is getting up to when I leave for the night. Sometimes I think he’s plotting murder in that office of his.”

Judging by the uneasy look on Hatake’s face, Kabuto had made a good choice hiring Suigetsu. A good dose of fear was good for the soul. Especially when it was Hatake suffering.

“I guess I’ll just have to give it a taste before my partner,” straightening himself up, Hatake glanced down towards the box. “Though I doubt you’d actually poison it. You’d miss me if I went and died.”

Cute.

He thought Kabuto actually cared about him.

“Come on Kabuto,” He pressed, chuckling when Kabuto responded by placing a finger on the bridge of his glasses and shoving them back up to their spot in front of his eyes. “You would miss me. Admit it.”

“I would go to your funeral with a party hat and more alcohol than you could ever imagine,” he responded blandly. “What could ever possibly make you think I would actually miss you?”

“You’re the second best bakery in town, even though you’ve only been open for a year,” Point. He had made his bakery quite popular in the short amount of time it had been open. “If I die, my bakery goes down. Sure you’d be at the top of the chain, but is that really the way you want to win? Is there any honour in that?”

He hated that Hatake was right.

It burned his soul to know that the bastard actually had a good reading on him. The only good victory would be one where he surpassed Hatake’s bakery in sales and popularity and the smug bastard had to admit defeat.

Tell him to his face that he had the better business model. That his bakery was superior.

Anything less would be an empty victory.

“Well, I’ll see you guys later,” Hatake winked. “I have a birthday party to get to, and everyone’s going to yell at me if I’m late. You know, since I have the cake.”

“I hope you choke on your slice,” Kabuto grumbled under his breath, huffing when Hatake simply laughed as he exited the little shop. “I hate him.”

“Huh,” Suigetsu flicked the little sign in front of his till that listed the deals of the day. “For someone, you hate so much, you sure do love coming out here to talk to him.”

First Karin, and now Suigetsu?

What did he have to do to get good staff who wouldn’t call him out like that? Was it really so much to ask that he be allowed to be bitter? To hate Hatake’s guts without question?

“You know,” Suigetsu continued, a cruel smile on his face when Kabuto glared at him. “Next time you should go to his shop. He spends so much money here. Isn’t it good to support other bakeries?”

Turning his back to the kid, Kabuto huffed. “Don’t you have some pastries to organize?” He grumbled, making his escape to the back. As far away from Suigetsu’s teasing as possible.

He’d never spend his money at Hatake’s bakery. Nothing could make him step into that stuffy family-style bakery the other man had inherited from his father. It was just good luck and a long history that was keeping Hatake’s place as the top bakery in town.

Kabuto would fix that before long. He’d make his place more successful. More popular.

He didn’t need Hatake’s money to do it either.

Within the year he’d be celebrating his rise in sales and the utter humiliation of Hatake’s boring little bakery. He just knew it.

#Hatake Kakashi #kabuto yakushi #Uzumaki Karin #suigetsu #Bakery Au #Taryn's Birthday Celebration 2021 #Taryn's birthday fics

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writeroutoftime · 4 years

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birthday

pairing: john shelby x reader

summary: it’s you birthday and when the love of your life and your family forget your birthday, you aren’t sure how to react

warnings: none

words: 1745

a/n: I wrote this story for @smallheathgangsters, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEAH!! Thank you for being the wonderful person you are, I truly hope that you had an amazing birthday and that this year brings so many wonderful things your way. I’m so glad to call you a friend, and I hope you enjoy this story - even if it is kinda cheesy!! Best wishes!! 💛

oOoOo

As the morning sun rose across the streets of Birmingham, small peaks of light filtered through your bedroom curtains and dosed you in the morning sunrise. With a yawn and a full body stretch, you reached across the sheets and your eyes shot up at the lack of another body wrapped around yours. Normally, John had at least an arm thrown over your waist, but that morning you only found sheets cool to the touch.

Moments later you curled back into your blankets and tried to let sleep wash over you once more, no longer confused. Every year on your birthday, without fail, John managed to slip out of bed before you woke up and recruited your children to make you breakfast in bed. While it usually ended with John shooing your child outside while he cleaned up the egg and flour streaked kitchen to prepare something edible, the thought always warmed your heart.

Though, of course, your children would still find some way to cause mischief before the day had truly began. One year, Katie presented you with a bouquet of wildflowers they had found, and you had struggled to contain your giggles at the sight of the rest of your children’s face and clothes smeared with dirt.

However, when you heard no banging of pots or pans, early morning quarrels between Will and George, and no hushed whispers and giggles as your family attempted to sneak up the stairs to surprise you, worry began to flow through your veins. Quickly, you wrapped your robe around yourself before you padded into the kitchen to find your family. The only one you could find was John, you sat calmly at the kitchen table, a cup of juice in his hand as he concentrated on the paper spread out in front of him.

“Morning, love.” John greeted coolly when he heard you walk in, not even sparing you a quick glance.

“Morning.” you responded look around, slightly dazed by the sight before you. “Where are the kids?”

John’s voice kept the same, nonchalant, tone as he turned the page of the paper. “Oh, Polly’s watching ‘em today. “

A glimmer of hope bubbled in your chest at your husband’s words. Maybe this had been John’s plan all along – a day alone just for the two of you. It was something you hadn’t the luxury to enjoy in quite a while, and you were well overdue for some quality time with your husband. “So, any plans for today?” you asked slyly as you walked towards John, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and placing a kiss behind his ear.

“Not really. ‘Less you count Tommy dragging my ass in to work today.” he said with a slight chuckle.

Had he really forgotten? you thought to yourself as you pulled your arms back to wrap around yourself and watched John go about his morning like any other day. The thought made your heart clench, but you decided against speaking up. John had never forgotten your birthday in all the years you had known him, and while that made the fact that he had this year sting a little more, you also decided he was it must have slipped his mind because of how hard Tommy had been working him recently. Besides, it wasn’t like you wouldn’t have other birthdays, perhaps you simply overreacted.

“Well, I’m off, love.” John told you, offering you a quick peck on the lips before he adjusted his cap and was out the door without another word.

You were left, stunned, and staring wistfully at the door. With heavy feet you dragged yourself upstairs to prepare for the day, taking the time to bathe and pamper yourself in the way that your life hadn’t allowed you to over the past few weeks. You decided that even if John wasn’t going to spend the day with you, there had to be other’s that remembered, and the day would be celebrated in style.

As the morning wore on, you rung Ada up to see if she would be open to a nice afternoon out to have a birthday lunch and do a little bit of shopping. That hope was quickly crushed when Ada picked up and immediately told you she was late for a shift as the two of you spoke. Polly was just as evasive on the phone, claiming she was taking the kids out and rushed you off the line without wishing you a happy birthday. You didn’t even bother to call the office because you knew if Tommy had called John in, then Arthur and Finn wouldn’t be far behind.

Dejected, you slumped onto the couch with an exasperated sigh and pulled out a book to fill the time, but once you realized you had read the same sentence over and over, you shut the book and decided to walk through the meadow that surrounded your house. When the sun began to set, you made your way back to the still empty house and ran the last stretch of land when you heard the phone’s shrill ring.

“Hello?” you asked, desperate for contact with another person.

“y/n?” Tommy confirmed through the receiver. “You need to come down to the Garrison.” he commanded – no ‘how are you’ no ‘happy fucking birthday,’ just him barking orders, as always.

“Why?” you pressed, the anger finally beginning to boil inside of you.

There was a sigh from Tommy’s end before he responded. “Because John-Boy’s drunk off his ass and needs someone to bring him home.”

“Fine.” you spat and harshly slammed the phone back on its hook.

The entire walk to the Garrison, you rehearsed the lecture you had for John and any other Shelby member unfortunate enough to cross paths with you. While you first thought you could excuse John’s forgetfulness, knowing that he had abandoned you to get drunk, you couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Upon reaching the Garrison, however, you noticed the noise that normally flowed from the doors and windows was absent.

Slightly concerned, and with hesitant steps, you made your way to the entrance, cursing yourself for not bringing the small gun John had gifted you so many birthdays ago. Ready to attack at a moment’s notice, you headed into the pub to be meet with a pitch-black room, until -

“SURPRISE!” you heard from every corner of the pub as the lights were switched on to reveal the Garrison overly decorated with streamers, balloons, and confetti all around.

Front and center of the crowd stood John with a huge smile on his face, surrounded by all of your children who ran up to hug you. The rest of the Shelby clan stood off to the side clapping and cheering up a storm – even serious, stoic Tommy had a smile on his face as he held Charlie in his arms.

There was a chorus of “Happy Birthday, y/n” as you were led you to a table off to the side with your birthday cake, a handful of presents, and what looked to be handmade cards. You smiled at each and every one of the cards that your children made you and they gave you hugs before Linda ushered them together to take them home for the evening.

It only took a few seconds after that before a drink found its way into your hands as you went around to hug Ada, Polly Arthur, Tommy, and even Finn. They all expressed their sorrow for having to act like they had forgotten the birthday of one of the most important people in their lives, but you assured them this was well worth the suspense. As you tried to converse with some of the other guests at your party, a pair of hands suddenly covered your eyes, resulting in a yelp to pass by your lips.

“Happy birthday, angel.” John whispered into your ear, and you spun around to face him with a smile on your face.

“You remembered!” you exclaimed and wrapped your arms around John and burying your head in his chest.

The look that crossed his face was slightly guilty. “I’m sorry, I didn’t enjoy acting like that to you, I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, consider me surprised.” you said and kissed him to let him know that you weren’t mad in the slightest and that it was truly one of the sweetest things someone had done for you in a while.

John pulled away from the kiss after only a few seconds but dragged you off to the private room of the Garrison and told you to sit down. With your head tilted, you watched John as he pulled out a wrapped present from his pocket and handed it to you before he sat down as well.

Eagerly, you tore into the wrapping paper and threw it to the floor before you gasped at what was inside. Inside the small box sat a beautiful, diamond ring that sparkled from all angles, complete with two, smaller peridot stones set on either side of the main diamond. Tears sprung to your eyes as John knelt down in front of you and gentle took the ring out of the box.

“I know we’ve been together for so long, but I did promise you a ring you truly deserved when I was able to buy it.” he reminisced and looked up at you sheepishly.

The memory made you smile and cry a bit more out of happiness. All those years ago when you had found out you were expecting Katie and John proposed, it was with the ring that currently sat on your finger. While you cherished the ring with your whole heart, John never felt it was worth of enough for you and vowed that when he had made a name for himself, he would give you another ring.

“It’s beautiful.” you whispered and allowed him to slip it onto your ring finger, your old ring moving to your right hand until you could find a chain for it.

John lovingly rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone and lifted your hand to brush his lips against your knuckles. “Thank you for being my beautiful, perfect angel. I love you.” he confessed, more than happy to be sappy and emotional in honor of your birthday.

“I love you too.” you told him and grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him once more, looking forward to the many other perfect birthdays you would spend together.

#john shelby x reader #john shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #john shelby imagines #peaky blinders imagines

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twelvedy7 · 3 years

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Twisted - One shot

warning: sensitive topics (drugs).

I just wanted to write something a bit different. It might be a bit OCC but I thought it might be a great fit for the manga universe. This story won’t be published anywhere else than tumblr so feel free to save the story if you like it.

Oh and also english isn’t really my native language so sorry if there are incoherences.

Takano had no sense of self-control. From a very young age he has been a witness of the sheer harshness of his mother and the complete indifference of his father towards their family. Despite how much he tried to convince himself of his difference he inherited from most of their flaws, which filled him with anger every time he thought about it.

No wonder that whenever he met someone bright, kind, generous and appreciated he became more aware of his whole dark gloomy personality. That was the case with Ritsu he was still viewing today as the 16 year-old teen he used to be a decade ago.

No wonder that when he met this bright, kind and generous highschool kid he had become more aware of his dark gloomy personality. He was still viewing Ritsu as the 16 year-old teen he used to be a decade ago and yet he couldn’t understand for the life of him the reason why such a lovable person would waste their time with him rather than finding another likeable person that would be such a better companion than him.

If all the open rejections from the brunette could make him believe he hated him, he was at least smart enough to read between the lines and see what the other tried so hard to conceal under feigned anger and flustered reactions.

What seemed to be like a bitter-sweet genuine love story from two ignorant teenagers who lost each other from a foolish misunderstanding was driving him straight into madness. Ritsu was constantly on his mind, invading his thoughts at any time of the day, reminding him of the terrible person he was and how he will never be nowhere near enough for him. Even in the poorly credible reality where the younger one would actually build up the courage to admit his feelings, he knew that their relationship was sealed to failure.

One day Ritsu would mature and realise how incompatible they were and how idealistic they’ve been this whole time before leaving him to find another person that could offer him the support and love he needed. Maybe one day Ritsu would find the man of his dreams, different from senpai in every way, to finally live the blissful life he aspired to. That’s what broke his heart the most: they were not made for each other. No matter how hard he tried, it will never be enough because they were simply not meant to.

He imagined Ritsu’s soulmate to be fun, social, caring, communicative and considerate which would make him forget all the turmoil he went through for all this time. His parents might be so enchanted by their personality that the fact they weren’t An-Chan wouldn’t even bother them.

The truth is he was physically and emotionally drained. He couldn’t feel a thing if it wasn’t his love for Ritsu and sometimes he felt as if that was his last tie with sanity. There were times where he would shut down his emotions. When it became too difficult to confront their inevitable fate, he would put himself in a semi-automatic mode working up to 15 hours straight without paying attention to anything or anyone, only accomplishing what he ought to.

Over time, he came to accept that he wasn’t able to love anyone without causing them a great deal of pain and suffering. That’s why he decided to distance himself from the few people who actually cared about him in his life and managed to bring him some split meaningful moments of happiness. It was like a lightning bolt shaking him from side to side, making him surrender to the hope of one day being able to spend the rest of his life with Ritsu and recovering from his long-lost friendship with Yokozawa. He hurt them both and didn’t deserve to be part of their lives.

His phone vibrated. He broke off his thoughts to center his attention on the alias displaying on the screen: “Taisho” along with a message “I’m here.”

He stood up from the floor, came up to the entrance of his apartment and opened the door. A man of average-height in his mid-thirties was waiting for him. At first glance, he gave the impression of being a regular salary-man coming back home to his family after a long day of hard work. However, he came to discover that the man likely had a long history of debt behind him involving matters such as a costly divorce and low paychecks.

Not bothering to greet him, he pulled out 6,000 yen from his pocket and handed it to the fearful looking man who replaced the notes with a small transparent plastic bag containing a white powder.

“Same thing next week?” asked the anxious black-haired man, his light blue eyes too faithful to be a dealer squeezing behind his oval glasses.

“Yeah. See you.”

Without giving him a second glance, he double-locked the door and came back to his dimly lit living room that felt so lonely without Ritsu here. It would take some time, if not forever, to prevent this heavy load in his heart from manifesting every time he would find himself alone without the prospect of his first love joining him any time soon.

It still pained him… Nao came unannounced in the office earlier in the morning and asked Ritsu out for something that too likely looked like a date. A walk in the city center, a restaurant, and a nighttime exposure. That bastard.

The rare times he had managed to take Ritsu out for a date was by forcefully dragging him out of his apartment or bluntly lying by message playing the card of ‘emergency’. He remembered the dull ache he felt in the morning as he realised how easy it was for his “best-friend” to take him out to a full outing while he had to prepare a strategy days ahead just to drink a coffee together.

Opening the tiny bag in his hands, he chased away his dark thoughts and kneeled in front of his coffee table, pouring half of the powder out on its surface and realigned it in two fine lines with the help of an old credit card. He usually didn’t take such high doses in one shot, but tonight he knew that he needed it. The accumulated pain and overthinking were taking a toll on him. Rolling a paper, he brought it to his right nostril and sniffed the first line, ignoring the burning pain in his cavity before passing it to his left one and repeated the action.

A few seconds later he started feeling the tiny molecules flowing through his blood system, noticing the faster pace of his heart beat and the gradual relaxation of his muscles as the drug invaded his mind.

He closed his eyes.

As always, the thrill was exquisite. The far away sounds of ambient city noises echoed and at some point the only thing he could decipher in the absolute silence was his own breath. His body was soft and any psychological pain he felt instantly disappeared. It was as if someone had covered him with a warm fluffy blanket while stroking his hair with a gentle grasp, providing him an endless feeling of comfort and security he so desperately needed.

At that moment, everything stopped and all his troubles went away. Nothing mattered anymore. He was back being a young child pampered by a protective mother he never had with an unconditional sense of love. Pleasurable sensations coursed through his body from head to toes until his spirit went numb and he lost any notion of space and time.

He reached that moment of nothingness that he wished could last forever.

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“Takano-san!”

...

“Takano-san!”

Who was it?

The voice seemed so far away he wasn’t even sure it was real.

“Masamune!” Why would someone try to break the silent darkness that was surrounding him?

For what seemed like hours, he felt himself trapped in-between the process of gaining and losing consciousness. He didn’t want to be drawn from his deep slumber yet.

He recognized some familiar voices in the background but it was hard to put a name on them as they seemed to continuously echo.

It took him several more minutes to realise that people were present and it shook him. He became hyper aware of his environment.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a bunch of white blouses around him scampering around the room at a feverish speed.

His mind whirled. The world seemed to be going so fast but his brain was so slow.

His golden eyes blinked several times to adjust to the brightness of the room. In an instant he was blinded by the artificial light of the leds on the ceiling.

In the chaos of all the fast-paced strangers around him, he felt a delicate hand fondling with the hair on the short back of his neck and let out a soft tired moan escape his lips.

“Takano-san can you hear me?!”

He groggily stretched out his limbs while burying his head on the petite body frame behind him and looked up to see who was the kind stranger offering him such soft intentions.

Above him were two wide teary green eyes displaying a worried expression. Despite his blurry vision, he could recognize the refined and familiar traits of the man he loved. It looked surreal, having the both of them like this sharing such intimacy in a restless atmosphere.

Next to him was standing Yokozawa in his usual professional attire. He could only watch them through half-closed eyes all the while trying to figure out what they were doing in his apartment in the first place.

“He’s stable now. Overdoses happen regularly when cocaine and other powerful stimulants are added to the equation. That’s what producers do nowadays to boost the effects”. Said a firm feminine voice. He could see the lady in white gesturing around to her colleagues and immediately realised what just happened. She was staring at him, probably trying to jauge how awake her patient was.

“You were lucky Takano-san. This could have been much more serious.”

He saw his friend sitting next to Ritsu, his usual severe expression ruptured by the deep crease in his eyebrows.

“How did you find me?” asked the raven, his voice so weak he wasn’t sure the two others heard him.

The brunette brought his face closer to his ear, petting his forehead as he replied in a shaky shy voice: “Yokozawa-san found you like this…” he heard a sneeze. “The front door was unlocked and your phone was ringing without you answering it. You… You stopped breathing.”

He felt absolutely miserable.

Trying to shift his position to have a better view of his comrades, he caught the look of utter disappointment and guilt from his older friend. He probably thought that he was long done with this dark hazardous period of his life.

“I’m… I’m sorry... I didn’t want to…”

His battle to stay awake was getting harder and harder.

“It’s okay Masamune. Just rest for now.”

The nurse took a hold of his wrist and stuck the intravenous line with a patch.

“We’re going to transfer you to the clinic as you need to take several tests. You’re safe now but your body needs to recover.”

The hand that was playing with his hair resumed and he let his head fall back on his lap. This combined with the liquid in his body led him to a sleep without dreams.

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When he woke up again, he found himself buried under the sheets of a hospital bed. It took him some time to become accustomed to the artificial lighting of the room. Gathering enough energy to finally keep his eyes open, he gazed at the clock at his right indicating 4:55AM.

The first thing he felt was an atrocious headache that hit him with a massive chest pain undertaking his whole body. He noticed the numerous wires connected to his skin accompanied with the steady regular bips of a machine.

He heard a light snore on his right. Shifting his head, he immediately saw the small fragile figure crawling up into a ball on the couch. A cheap blanket was covering him from toes to his neck. This sight made him feel so terribly selfish. As seconds went by he started getting back to a normal state of awareness despite a fizzy pang at the back of his skull.

With as much strength as he could gather he sprawled a hand towards him and rested it on the others’ laps. He stroked his thigh lightly with the help of his thumb and stared at his seemingly exhausted resting face. He felt so worthless. He knew he had hurt him badly in the past already and the only thing he could think of is that this was too much.

“I’m so sorry Ritsu…”.

After reuniting with his first love following the 10 years they had spent apart from one another he had started to believe in fate. Yet he had been too trustful, using it as a justification for every one of his impatient and inappropriate moves towards the younger one. Everything became painfully obvious. This whole thing they had was destructive and that was mainly his fault. It was time to finally respect the distance that Ritsu wanted and deserved. He could not go back to these college years pretending that nobody cared about him.

Now Ritsu would need him.

Still, they were nowhere near close from getting into a relationship. Too many mistakes had been made. It was crucial for both men to work on themselves first as jumping the steps one more time would only bring them unhappiness.

That day Takano swore he would stop pursuing Ritsu. He’s forever been broken and finally accepting to get help was a start towards a less twisted life.

“It’s okay Ritsu.”

One day they would be okay. They would get the life they both secretly wanted.

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Between the Two of Us ~ Chapter 2

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Summary: Jurdan High school AU. Rivals Jude and Cardan are forced to partner up for a history project, and drama ensues. (I know, I know, I suck at descriptions)

Trigger Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything so far, but please let me know if there’s anything I missed!

Jude stepped out her warm shower and into her bath robe, humming softly to herself. She’d gotten up early and went for a run, so she still had half an hour before Cardan was supposed to come over. Maybe she’d make herself a nice comforting breakfast to mentally prepare herself. She’d definitely need the extra dose of comfort food before dealing with Cardan. And to think she would have to do this for the rest of the semester.

Happy thoughts, she reminded herself. Think happy thoughts.

She opened her bathroom door, drying her hair off with her towel, and immediately jumped back in surprise, her towel slipping from her fingers.

Cardan Greenbriar was in her room. He was in her room, lounging on her chair, completely at ease as if he wasn’t in her bedroom. She blinked to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.

Cardan looked up at her from where he sat on her chair, smirking. “Forget about our meeting?”

Jude’s mouth hung open in shock. She quickly closed it, her brain scrambling to catch up with the situation. “I didn’t forget. But it seems you forgot we were supposed to meet at 11:30, not 11:00, Cardan.”

“I’m nearly positive I said 11:00, Jude.” He leaned back in her chair, amused. “But maybe I’ll make a habit of coming early.” His eyes lowered from her dripping hair and landed on her bathrobe, and Jude felt herself blush.

“Shut up.” She marched over to her closet, grabbed the first outfit she could find, and walked back to her bathroom. “Give me a second, and then we’ll get this over with,” she growled, and tried not to slam the door behind her.

She looked up into the mirror, and realized she looked worse than she thought. Her brown hair hung down the side of her face in wet strands, and her cheeks were flushed, a side effect of dealing with Cardan.

Something about the way Cardan always seemed so in control of the situation got on her nerves, and she wanted to, for once, have the upper hand with him. He never seemed fazed, and Jude both envied and hated him for it.

She combed out her hair and changed into a casual shirt and mom jeans, doing her best to make sure it didn’t look like she tried in any way for him.

When she walked back in the room, Cardan was looking at his phone, his brow furrowed. Jude had to admit that it was jarring to see him against the messy clutter of her room, and she felt somewhat exposed at him seeing the space she had made her own.

With his attention on his phone, Jude gave him a quick once over. He wore faded skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees and a soft black sweatshirt. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the faded scar just above his sharp jawline, and a small part of her wondered how he had gotten it.

Cardan caught her gaze. “Like what you see?”

She made a gagging sound. “You wish. Come on, let’s go downstairs. I need food before dealing with you.”

“What, haven’t had coffee yet?”

She threw her folder at him and walked towards the door. “I hate you.”

“Do you?” He raised his eyebrows as he deftly caught the folder and got up to follow her. “Besides, I was just getting you back for changing my locker combination. How the hell did you do that? It took me three days to figure it out.”

She smiled. She was particularly proud of that. It seemed her hour of practice and watching Youtube videos had been worth it. “I am a woman of many talents.”

He snorted. “Well, I’m sure you can include lock-picking on your resume, right under thief.”

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed eggs from the fridge. “I didn’t steal your car keys. I just conveniently misplaced them. Do you want some?” she asked as she cracked an egg into a bowl.

“No thanks. How will I know you didn’t ‘accidentally’ poison them?”

Jude’s thoughts flashed back to her plans to poison him and she choked back a laugh. That was a little too close to the truth.

Their conversation was interrupted by Jude’s older sister Vivi, who came rushing down the stairs, shoes on and car-keys in hand.

She paused when she saw Cardan leaning against the kitchen counter. “I see Jude’s finally brought home a b- Cardan?”

Jude ignored the fact that Vivi had just exposed her nonexistent love life and asked, “You two know each other?”

Vivi smiled. “I went to high school with his sister. How do you know Cardan?” She wagged her eyebrows playfully.

Jude shot her a glare.

“We have classes together,” Cardan responded. “But Jude clearly wanted to get to know me better, if you know what I mean, and so she generously invited me over to ‘work’ on our history project together.”

Jude scowled. “I didn’t invite you. You invited yourself.”

“If you say so. But I know you wanted me to come over.”

Jude fumed and looked at Vivi. “He’s delusional.”

But Vivi just looked between them with a knowing smile.

“What?” Jude snapped.

Before Vivi could say anything, Cardan pointed to the stove behind her. “Uh, Jude, I think your eggs are burning.”

“Crap.” She ran and lifted the pan from the stove, but it was too late. The eggs were already black around the edges. She opened the trash can and dumped the eggs inside angrily.

She turned back around, and both Cardan and Vivi were trying to keep a straight face.

“I hate you guys.”

“Ah, so it’s not just me she hates,” Cardan responded wryly.

Vivi examined the remains of her scrambled egg that were still stuck on the pan. “I don’t know how you managed to mess up scrambled eggs.”

“She did tell me she was a woman of many talents,” Cardan said solemnly, before both of them broke into laughter.

~~~

After Vivi left on a mysterious date she wouldn’t say anything about and Jude remade her eggs, they were actually able to get some work done. Jude tried not to let her surprise show when Cardan actually gave helpful input and took the project seriously, instead of sitting back and letting her do all the work like she had expected.

When Jude had suggested women’s rights as their topic, instead of dismissing the idea like a jerk, he suggested doing something more specific, and together they decided to do their project on the gender wage gap in the United States. She’d thought Cardan was just another dumb rich kid with too much time on his hands, and maybe he was, but she realized he was smarter than she gave him credit for.

By the time they were finished, Jude was actually proud of their outline. She looked up at the time and realized it was already half past one. She had to be at work for her first shift at two.

Jude had applied for a job at Courtside Coffee, a small coffee shop that was not too far from their school. She hoped to have a decent amount of savings before college. Jude didn’t want to depend on her sort-of father any more than she already had to. Madoc had taken them in when her parents had died despite the fact that they weren’t his biological children, but that didn’t mean she was going to keep taking his charity money throughout college.

Jude cleared her throat. “Um, I have work at two so I have to go. I think we did enough so far.”

Cardan got up and started picking up their papers. “Yeah, we’re pretty much done anyways.”

Jude went to grab her keys from the key holder on the wall, except they weren’t there. Frustration prickled up her neck. She’d told Taryn she needed the car today.

She picked up her phone and called her. After a couple of rings, Taryn answered, her voice lowered. “Hey, Jude. I’m kind of busy right now.”

“Taryn, I need the car. I told you I had my first shift at work today.”

“Oh, shoot. I forgot, sorry.”

Jude clenched her fists. This wasn’t the first time Taryn had conveniently forgotten Jude needed the car. “Well, where are you? How am I supposed to get to work?” Her voice raised in frustration.

“Uhhh… I’m kind of on a date?”

“You’re on a date? With who?” Of course both of her sisters were on dates today and she was stuck here with Cardan, she thought bitterly.

“I’ll tell you later. Can’t you just get a ride with Cardan? He’s still there right?”

Jude realized she must have let Cardan in this morning before she left. “Are you serious?”

“Come on Jude. I’m too far anyways to get back in time for your shift.”

“Fine,” Jude responded, her voice clipped, and hung up. Another reason she had wanted this job was to save up for her own car. Sharing with Taryn clearly wasn’t working.

She felt Cardan’s gaze on her. Heat prickled up her neck when she realized Cardan had probably heard the whole conversation.

“Is there something you need to ask me?” Cardan asked, playing with his keys innocently.

She gritted her teeth. “Can you give me a ride to work, Cardan?”

“I thought you hated me,” he said coyly, crossing his arms and leaning back against the doorway.

“Cardan, come on,” her eyes flicked to the clock. She had to be there in fifteen minutes.

“Wait, let me just savor this a little bit. Jude Duarte, begging for my help.”

“Cardan, I’m going to be late. Is it a yes or a no?”

“I’ll take you, but only if you come to one of my parties.”

Jude blinked. This had to be some sort of trick. “You want me to come to one of your parties?”

Cardan and his group of friends were notorious around the school for the parties they threw. From what she’d heard, they were typical high school parties, filled with bored kids that wanted to get drunk. Her first and only experience at a high school party had involved her awkwardly hiding out in the kitchen eating snacks while a couple made out against the fridge, and it was safe to say she wasn’t looking for a repeat of that incident. But she was desperate.

“Fine, I’ll go to your dumb party. Let’s go already.”

Jude grabbed her phone and wallet before walking to the door.

Cardan held it open for her, grinning a little too wide. “After you, my lady.”

Something told her this would come back to haunt her in the future.

Here’s chapter two!! Let me know what you think :) I’ll hopefully be faster with the updates from here on out because I finished outlining and have most of the next chapter already written so I’ll probably post that within a week. Hopefully. Again, thanks for reading! Your comments on the first chapter made my week <3

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vs-redemption · 3 years

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Crime is Common. Logic is Rare. (Ch.24)

Chapter Twenty-Four: Fun Evening Out (HawksxGN!Reader)

From Cindy: This chapter is another long one! And, as promised, there’s plenty of Hawks ♥ Enjoy!

Plot summary: You thought your hands were full as a regular quirk geneticist, but then you meet Hawks and things get even more exciting!

Warnings:

⚠️This story contains spoilers from the manga.

⚠️Some events and plot points have been altered from the original manga

Tag List: @gayforkeigo @marshmallow-witch @redflannel @toyo-shiro @elsasshole @astronomyturtle @iambashfulperson @omiwashere

Next Chapter : Chapter Guide

Seeing the familiar scenery of your homework appear outside the window of the bullet train as it raced along the tracks felt like slowly waking up from a nightmare. Even though you knew that Dr. Garaki, his secret nomu lab, and the slumbering Shigaraki would still be waiting for you when you got back to Tokyo, there was still a sense of relief to put it all behind you for a little while. There was the possibility that receiving permission from the doctor to return home for a weekend was some sort of test, but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry too much about that as you exited the train station and took a deep calming breath to inhale the wonderful scent that was unique to your city. After checking into the hotel you’d be staying in for the night, your first priority was heading to the small, research facility that you’d been missing so terribly since moving away.

“Look who’s back!” your feisty middle aged boss hops out of her chair and comes out from behind her desk to engulf you in a hug. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about us completely.”

“Never!” You promise while awkwardly returning the woman’s embrace. “Anyway, I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but it’d be hard to forget you when we’ve been emailing back and forth every few days.”

“It’s not the same as seeing you in person though,” your boss claims. After finally releasing you from her grasp, she backs away and looks around expectantly. “Where’s your bird?” You can’t help but let out a dry laugh and shake your head at her.

“I’m starting to think you like him more than me,” you raise an eyebrow at her and she simply shrugs with a playful look in her eyes. “And the truth comes out,” you sigh before finally answering her question. “Hawks will be here around closing time. He had some work stuff he had to take care of, plus he prefers flying over cramming those massive wings onto public transportation.”

“Makes sense to me,” your boss nods and then finally turns the subject to business. “Simon isn’t scheduled to come in today, but I’m sure he’ll pop by after his classes are over since he knows you’re in town. He’s getting much better at managing things on his own now that you’re not here to guide him, but he’ll probably bombard you with a million questions when he sees you anyway.”

“That’s fine,” you nod in understanding. “I feel bad that I haven’t been there for him as much as I should.”

“We all understand you’ve been busy,” your boss assures you. “I’m just proud to know your efforts have paid off and that you’re now working for such a renowned scientist. I can only imagine what kind of things you’re working on and the impact it’ll have on the world!”

“Yeah,” you have to force a smile on your face. You wished her fantasies were the truth, but the reality was that you were helping a psychopath create a super villain that would probably be capable of levels of unprecedented destruction. “Well, I’d better get to work trying to catch up on everything I’ve been neglecting back here.”

Your boss nods her head and you head into one of the labs to throw yourself into your old routine, relishing in the fact that you wouldn’t have to worry about putting on a show for the mad doctor or Shigaraki. Even in his unconscious state, the leader of the villains was a pain in the neck. It had taken about two weeks of around-the-clock care before Shigaraki finally stopped having the violent convulsion episodes caused by his body rejecting the assimilation of All For One’s DNA into its own. He seemed stable now, which is why the doctor had allowed you a little time away from the lab, but you knew things were going to get just as intense once you were back.

After reviewing the results of Shigaraki’s procedure so far, Garaki had decided that the villain would need several rounds of treatment with the special serum before All For One’s quirk would be completely transferred. There was no way to know what damage had already been done to Shigarak’s body after the violent reaction he’d had to the first dose of the serum, so the thought of putting him through the process repeatedly was greatly disturbing to you. When you’d agreed to work with Dr. Garaki in the beginning, you couldn’t have predicted you’d end up participating in this sort of human experimentation.

You look up from the manuscript you’d been reading when you hear the sound of your name being called from the doorway. Of course, it was Simon, the undergrad research assistant you’d been helping before all the madness in your life had stolen your focus. “Your writing has improved,” You hold up the stack of papers before standing up to greet him properly.

“Thanks!” He says appreciatively, “It’s so good to see you again. We’ve missed you.” Before you could respond to the sweet words, he adds on another question. “Where’s Hawks?” You click your tongue, pretending to be annoyed.

“Is that all you guys care about?” You tease the kid while nudging his shoulder and glancing up at the clock to check the time. Simon looks embarrassed and apologizes sheepishly. “Don’t worry,” You wave off his concern while leading him back out into the lobby. “He should be here soon. I’ll introduce you to him.”

“He’s already here!” your boss’ voice comes out a little more high pitched than normal, apparently already flustered by the presence of your handsome boyfriend. Seeing him standing at the front desk with her brought back memories of when you’d first met him, and you could vividly recall being taken aback by his charming smile, bright red wings, and playful golden eyes as well. The moments you’d spent with him recently though were always short and stressful, so it was nice to have the freedom now to take a step back and really appreciate him again.

“Oh my god!” Simon whispers with his eyes wide in awe and you can’t help but laugh.

“I never took you for such a hero fanboy,” you tell him seriously.

“I’m not!” He replies while pointing both hands out at your boyfriend, “But it’s HAWKS!”

“Yes, it is,” you agree with amusement evident in your voice before looking to the winged man in question. “Hey bird-kun! How was the flight?”

“Not bad!” He smiles and pulls you over for a side hug, “But I missed you!” The comment earns a lighthearted laugh from you and you look up into his face to see a brightness in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a while. You realize that being here, away from both his hero and villain duties, was just as liberating for him as it was for you. Even though his wings were still bugged and people were still monitoring his every action, there was a sense of calm knowing you weren’t being rushed to exchange any secret messages or worry about either of you being called back to work suddenly.

“You saw me this morning,” you reach up and pat his cheek with a smile before turning your focus back to the others standing around you. “This is Simon, by the way. He missed you the few times you were here before, and he’s been dying to meet you.”

“Hey Simon!” Hawks puts on his award winning grin before offering a gloved hand to the young man who had a weird look on his face as he glanced between you and the hero in front of him.

“Did you just call him… bird-kun?” The disturbed look on his face over hearing you address someone he looked up to in such a way makes you feel a little embarrassed which just encourages your boss to start on her antics.

“Well, they are dating,” she reminds the boy. “It’s not unusual that they would use cute nicknames for each other. I’m already excited for the day I get the wedding invitation in the mail.” Both you and Hawks were already used to her weird fascination with your relationship, so the inappropriate commentary didn’t really effect either of you at this point.

“Uh, right.” Simon puts an end to the weirdness by taking Hawks’ hand and shaking it once. “Thanks for being cool and protecting people and stuff.” Hawks thanks him for his support and Simon looks thrilled just to have the hero speaking to him at all. Technically, Hawks should’ve probably taken the chance to talk about the ideals of ‘quirk liberation’ that he was supposed to be spreading for the villains, but you were glad that he was holding back and giving you both the chance to live life normally for a change.

“Hey! Nobody has to go to work or school tomorrow right?” Hawks suddenly asks with an excited look on his face. “How about a fun evening out together on me?” You could tell by the looks on both your boss and Simon’s faces that they were already sold.

“What kind of fun evening?” You ask.

“Hmm,” Hawks puts a hand to his chin in thought. “How about dinner at that curry shop you took me to before, and then karaoke?”

“Okay!” Your boss agrees instantly and hops off to start closing up the facility for the day.

“You can sing?” You question him, feeling almost nervous to let loose too much after all the pressure you’d been under to stay in control of your words and actions for so long.

“Obviously! He’s a bird,” Simon was grinning excitedly now too.

“Exactly!” Hawks nods his head before sending you a wink, “I’m a bird.” Even though the action made you a little flustered, it felt nice to see this carefree side of Hawks again. You still worried that there was some ulterior motive behind the both of you having a weekend to yourselves, but you didn’t want to waste this chance to relax.

It turned out a ‘fun evening out’ was just what you’d needed. The owner of the curry shop had been just as pleased to see you again as your boss and Simon, and the familiar taste of the food reminded you that you were safe at home and it put you at ease. You could almost pretend the whole ordeal with the doctor and the villains was a long forgotten memory as you and Simon cried with laughter over seeing your boss teach Hawks the choreography to some weird J-pop song during karaoke. And at the end of the night, as you headed back to the hotel with Hawks’ arm around your shoulders, you couldn’t help but wish things could stay this simple.

“Thanks for suggesting such a great idea bird-kun,” You nuzzle into his side to stifle a yawn and avoid the chill of the winter air as you walk. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”

“You work too hard,” he pulls you closer while curving his wings forward to block some of the wind. “It was nice to see you so relaxed and happy tonight. I know your boss and Simon are the people you work with, but I can tell that they’re also your trusted friends.”

“Yeah,” you nod your head in agreement. “I didn’t realize how much I missed seeing them every day.”

“They’re important people in your life,” Hawks says thoughtfully. “I really appreciate having the chance to spend time with them because learning more about the people close to you helps me get to know you a bit better as well.” The tone of his voice makes you wonder what point he was trying to get at.

“You’re an important part of my life too,” you say it just in case he needs that reassurance. “You know that, right?” The smile he sends you looks a bit forced. “Hawks?” It almost seemed like he’d flinched at the sound of his name and suddenly he stops walking and turns to give you his full attention.

“I think I just wish there were close friends and family in my life I could introduce you to,” he shrugs before pulling your face into his hands. “Then you could feel like you’re getting to know me a bit better too.”

You search his eyes for the hidden message you felt he was trying to send you. You didn’t think he was pretending to warn you that he was working for the villains because the look on his face was a bit too genuine for that, plus he would’ve given you a heads up if that was something he’d been planning. The only conclusion you could come to was that there were other things about him that you’d yet to learn. Things he wanted you to know, but was unable to share. It didn’t surprise you since you’d suspected that he was more complicated than he let on from the very first day you’d met him.

A tiny part of you felt hurt that he was still keeping secrets even after everything you’d been through, but the more rational part of your brain told you that you couldn’t hold it against him. Although you had been dating Hawks for a while now and had earned his trust enough to be involved with his undercover mission, that still didn’t change the fact that you hadn’t had many truly private conversations with him. Most of the time you’d spent together in the beginning had been in public settings for work, and you knew his wings had been bugged since before you’d even started working for the doctor. In addition to that, there’d hardly been any time recently for you both to sit down and have a serious talk about your relationship even if either of you had wanted to.

“I love you,” you tell him. It was simple and to the point, so hopefully he’d know not to worry too much about whatever he was concerned about you not knowing. The information he’d given you about his past had always sat a bit strangely with you, but for now you could live with his acknowledgement that there were things you still needed to know. He’d told you before in no uncertain terms that he’d always try to do the right thing, and had even backed up his words by coming to you for help when faced with the task of killing Best Jeanist. Whatever it was he was hiding, it didn’t change the good person you knew he was fundamentally.

“I love you too,” he responds even though there were still traces of uncertainty left in his eyes.

“Then smile!” You reach up and poke his cheek playfully. “Today was a good day!”

“It really was,” he chuckles softly before leaning in to kiss you softly. “Let’s have another one tomorrow.”

“You can bet on it,” you assure him as you continue your walk to the hotel. Hawks seemed to cheer up again after that, and you both were able to spend the rest of the night feeling thankful for what felt like a brief calm before a storm.

#keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Keigo Takami #Hawks #bnha #mha #cindy's writing

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years

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April Contest Submission #26: Captain's Holiday

Words: ca. 1500 Setting: Star Trek AU (TNG Era) Lemon: no, but there are a few sexual jokes CW: none

xXx

The idea of a vacation had never really crossed Elsa’s mind for most of her Starfleet career. While she often had her ways of amusing herself like her holoprograms recreating historical locations from various alien worlds, not to mention a Klingon martial arts program that an old academy friend had lent her, she’d never taken a full-on vacation before.

Whenever the topic of shore leave had come up and most other officers went on vacation or visited a nearby space station for their relaxation, Elsa usually went home to the Vulcan colony where her grandparents lived and where she was raised after her parents had died.

But for whatever reason, Elsa now found herself laid back on a deck chair on a beach on the beautiful planet known as Risa.

Anna had been the one to coax her into it. They both had shore leave coming up and this was the first one they’d been on since they’d gotten together. It was Anna’s way of trying to get Elsa to have some actual fun, instead of being glued to the captain’s chair most of the time.

Elsa tried to remain still on the deck chair… but she just wasn’t feeling it. She just couldn’t find a way to relax. The sound of the waves nearby crashing against the shore, the sounds of other vacationers laughing and talking in the distance… It was hard to focus.

“Ugh, this isn’t helping,” Elsa groaned.

Anna, who was on a deck chair next to her, pulled down her sunglasses. “Come on, we’ve only been here on this beach for half an hour. Just give it time to clear your thoughts.”

“I can’t focus here, Anna,” Elsa responded. “This isn’t like the holodeck where I can have everything under my control.” She sighed, knowing she didn’t want to be angry at Anna. Anna had done this partly for her, the last thing she wanted was to ruin this vacation. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’ve never had a vacation like this,” Anna told her. “It just takes some getting used to.”

Elsa sighed. “I’m gonna read.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a datapad. Holding it in her hand, she began to read the text upon it.

Anna narrowed her eyes at Elsa. A quick telepathic scan of her girlfriend’s mind told her that it wasn’t a steamy romance novel that Elsa was reading. “Elsa, what is that?”

“Uhhhh… just a book?” Elsa spoke, blushing sheepishly.

Reaching over, Anna grabbed the pad from Elsa and looked at it. “This is the mission report Kristoff sent us last night!”

“It might have been important!”

“You’re here to relax, not stress yourself out with work!” Anna argued. “By the deities, you are impossible.”

“I’m sorry,” Elsa apologised. “Work helps me focus and I feel relaxed.”

“Yes, but that kinda defeats the point of going on vacation in the first place, doesn’t it?” Anna remarked.

Elsa sighed, taking the pad from Anna and deleting the report from it. “Alright, I promise you, I won’t be trying to sneak any more work into this vacation and you’re more than welcome to telepathically scan me to make sure I’m keeping to that.”

“Nah, you know I’m not fond of doing that to you,” Anna argued. “But… I appreciate it.” She leaned over and kissed Elsa on the cheek.

Elsa smiled, looking out on the vast ocean before them, the twin suns of Risa making the ocean sparkle before her eyes. It looked so perfect, but while the view was lovely, it had nothing on how beautiful Anna was. Her freckles practically glowed in the sunlight.

“The weather is lovely,” Elsa admitted.

“It’s like this every day here,” Anna remarked. “I remember when I first saw those two suns in the sky.”

Elsa raised her eyebrow. “You’ve been here before?”

“Oh, plenty of times!” Anna replied. “My moms came here when I was a kid all the time. It was the first time I’d been off-world. I built sandcastles with my two older brothers right over…. there.” she pointed to a patch of sand close to the water. “Or was it over there…. all the beaches here kinda look the same.”

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun as a kid,” Elsa admitted.

“And I guess growing up with Vulcans wasn’t entirely full of joy?” Anna assumed.

“Well, I wasn’t entirely bored,” Elsa remarked. “I remember I used to go up into the mountains with my grandfather. There was this peak where you could see the entire colony.” She sighed, feeling relaxed. “I spent so many afternoons there.”

Anna chuckled. “I bet you were cute as a kid.”

Smiling, Elsa reflected on her childhood, glad that she had someone to share such memories with. It honestly took her a lot to open up to people and felt glad to have someone like Anna. Just then, Elsa felt a slight burning sensation on her skin.

“Hmmm, I think I need another dose of sunscreen,” Elsa admitted. “Typical binary suns.”

“Want me to get it for you?” Anna wondered.

“No, I got it,” Elsa replied, reaching into her bag. As she looked in the bag next to her, she saw the small statue that Anna had bought for her that morning, an item quite popular with the locals. It was a small brown statue that depicted a deity in Risan mythology.

Elsa picked up the statue, holding it in her hands. “I don’t know why you bought me this… Horgun was it?”

“Horga'hn,” Anna corrected her. “And I thought you’d like it! You could display it with all those other artifacts you have in your quarters.”

“Yes, but those artifacts were ancient and from civilisations long since extinct. Some of them are virtually priceless…. you can buy these at the resort’s gift shop.”

“Think of it as a souvenir of your trip,” Anna replied, gently kissing Elsa on the cheek again.

Elsa blushed softly, before going into the bag again and pulling out the sunscreen. As she applied it to herself, however, she heard someone clear their throat beside her and Anna. “Excuse me?”

Looking over, Elsa could see a young brunette woman wearing a rather revealing uniform standing next to them. Judging from the familiar symbol on her forehead, she was one of the planet’s natives. She had rather dark skin and wore her hair long, a smile on her face. However, Elsa just groaned internally.

Not another one, Elsa remarked. I swear that’s the fifth Risian woman today who’s come up to me

“Yes, can I help you?” Elsa asked.

The woman walked over to Elsa, her dark skin shimmering in the glow of the sun. “My name is Maren. I’m employed here at the resort. Is there anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable?”

“Oh uh, no thank you,” Elsa responded politely.

“Are you sure?” Maren inquired further. “I couldn’t perhaps offer you a massage of some kind?”

“No, my girlfriend and I merely wish to be left alone,” Elsa responded.

“How very odd,” Maren noted. “You say you want to be alone… yet I can’t help but notice that Horga'hn sticking out of your bag.”

Elsa raised her eyebrow. “Why? What’s so important about that? I thought it was just a souvenir.”

Maren chuckled. “This is your first time being here isn’t it?”

“Uh yes?” Elsa answered. “Look, what’s going on here? Is this why like five Risian women, including yourself, have come to me asking for help?”

“Yes, you see, the Horga'hn is our fertility and sexuality symbol,” Maren explained. “To own one is to call forth its power. To display it is to announce you are seeking Jamaharon.”

Anna then giggled and Elsa then realised what exactly was going on here.

“Jamaha…” Elsa shook her head. “Yes, I see, I get it.”

“Are you seeking Jamaharon?”

“No, no, I am not. I did know about it until you told me just now,” Elsa replied.

“Ahhhh I see,” Maren accepted. “Well, since you are not, I’d recommend leaving your Horga'hn in your room. I wouldn’t want things to be awkward for you.” She smiled. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!”

As Maren left, Elsa glared over at Anna who was beside herself with laughter. Oh, this was quite a trick that Anna had played on her, that was to be sure.

“And what is so funny?” Elsa asked sarcastically.

“The look on your face!” Anna laughed, almost falling off her deck chair. “It was just priceless!”

Elsa smirked. “Oh really? Well, I hope you’ve had your last laugh because I have a Vulcan nerve pinch with your name on it.”

Her girlfriend giggled nervously. “Now, Elsa, let’s not take this too far. I just thought that maybe you’d like to live a little. Did I ever tell you that Risan’s find pointy ears really hot?”

“I’ll have you court-martialed for this,” Elsa said with a sickly smile.

Anna gulped. “Oh boy.” And then in a panic, she started running down the beach, Elsa chasing after her.

“I’m sorry!” Anna cried, giggling.

“Anna!” Elsa shouted, also laughing. “Get back here! I’m not done with you!”

#elsanna #submission #April 2021 contest #prompt: break

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bangtanlalaland · 4 years

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whoa | kth ft. jjk (m.)

synopsis ↳a bet between you and the infamous skater in town: kim taehyung, is made to get him off of your back once and for all. but the turn of events takes you by surprise, making you feel like whoa!

→part of the bring it back collection!

— 1970’s!au

→pairing: rollerskater!kim taehyung x high school student!female reader ↳featuring: coworker!jeon jungkook

→genre: smut, pwp, crack (highkey this time)

→word count: 4.7k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: basically just a bunch of horny students exploring themselves (yes, everyone in this fic is of legal age ok plz don’t come after me), tae is a total dom with a big dick (IDC what anyone says!! TAE’S cock IS HUGE. he literally RADIATES BDE. don’t @ me), JK is such a dork (what a fucking bunny), also: subby JK, a hint of comedy (more like MC’s insulting each other), just filthy bathroom oral sex (f + m receiving), threesome, some TAEKOOK action (yes, i said it) deepthroating, breathplay, squirting, fingering, pussy/ass slapping, cum swallowing, snowballing (oops)

a/n: srsly this is PORN!!! just another SLUTTY & unedited smut fic with -0.0000% plot & SO rushed just because I’m a SLUT for BANGTAN & I’m so COCKHUNGRY for these BEASTS & I’M NOT ashamed!! (plz SEND HELP) FORGIVE ME.

song rec: “whoa” by snoh aalegra

Ugh.

How much you hate him is beyond words. He always stumbles in the local skating rink you work at, flashing that cheesy, boxy grin of his at all the cooing gals around town. Especially on the weekends, when you work. With it being your last year of high school (finally), you’re an 18 year old, (soon to be graduate) within a month, and you’d decided to pick up a part-time job for some cash to purchase your prom dress when the time comes. Sadly, your job only pays you $2.50/hr to deal with Taehyung Kim’s dumb shit. He’s always showing off in the rink, shooting those dumb finger guns, paired with a wink, at the dense gals out on the floor — constantly performing exaggerated spins and backwards skating techniques.

So lame.

Not just that, but the idiot always staggers into the rink sporting some fancy looking, silky blouse with aviator sunglasses, creased slacks, and those dumb strands he styles into a mullet. Who dresses like that anyway? Surely not anyone within your age bracket. He never even bothers to rent the rollerskates you guys have, always bringing his own pair (the gold ones, yes ew. gold. what an old man) — clearly a cheap fucker.

Can’t stand it.

Not just his promiscuous tendencies, but you’re about one more “Hey Toots,” away from clocking out of your shift forever. Yet, here you are again. Working the closing shift. On a Saturday.

Your figure slumped over on the counter, nearby the numerous rows of roller skates behind you. You deliberately chew your Dubble Bubble gum, a large bubble forming from your mouth with much force from your lungs.

Pop.

Your coworker, Jungkook, arrives with a gum scraper in hand looking dorky as usual.

“Alright, that one family with like a dozen kids just left. And fuck have I had my daily dose of gum scraping for today!”

You’re not even sure why Jungkook is within your perimeter, considering that he’s in charge of working at the Snack Zone section of the skating rink. He who is also an annoying brat — forever complaining about kids spilling mountains of their popcorn everywhere or teenagers manhandling the arcade joystick games, which causes for a call to schedule the maintenance guy, in hopes he’d come to the rescue. Or even worse, when children have too much to eat and their undigested meal ends up somewhere out on the floor or inside the rink. Which in return results in parents threatening to have you all fired, because as you quote one time a customer shouted: “You’re all nothing but a buncha lazy, no-good-for-shits!”

But hey, you both work at a skating rink. What else could he expect?

Jungkook pauses, noticing your attention elsewhere, and he follows your line of vision. All eyes on Taehyung.

Just look at him. All flirty and dumb-looking.

“Geez. Why don’t you just go ahead and suck his dick while you’re at it?” Jungkook yells over the blaring music of The Bee Gees now playing on the wanky stereo of the establishment.

Your attention draws quickly to the idiot standing next to you, your eyebrows furrowing in response. You take the opportunity to pinch him on his arm.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He screeches, rubbing the area you’d attacked, paired with a pout of his lips.

Turning around with your back facing the counter, you retort, “Spare me! Besides, I wouldn’t suck Taehyung’s dick even if he were the last man on Earth and my life depended on giving blowjobs. And I mean it!”

Jungkook takes a thick gulp. The shocked, deer-like expression on his face persuading you to turn your gaze where his eyes meet, and sure enough there was Taehyung Kim. His elbows bent and leaned over the counter, tipping his stupid sunglasses down onto his nose — eyeing you up and down with that stupid smirk he always dishes out.

“Hey Toots,” He slips, with his deep-baritone voice and a wiggle of his eyebrows that causes you to cringe — fists and teeth clenching in reply.

“What do you want, Taehyung?” You ask with a hint of attitude in your tone. Your arms folding in response to his usual tactic, having grown used to it by now. Noticing your uptight form, he lifts from the counter and straightens up, blowing a whistle with his lips in an “o” shape.

“Feisty,” he adds, his tongue peeks out to glide across his bottom lip. You take note of the action, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

“I like it.” You’d hope your cheeks didn’t give away your sudden embarrassment at his comment. An awkward silence falls upon you both, all while he conceals his deep stare onto you from behind those glasses. Your eyes narrowing in on the male’s form in front of you. Jungkook suddenly clears his throat, capturing both of yours attention.

“What the hell was that?” You roll your eyes so hard, you’re sure you’ll have a headache in three… two… one…

“What’s gotten you so ‘worked up’ today, hm?” He emphasizes the worked up part, as if he knows you so well. His form leaning against the counter again, a failed attempt to get closer to you. Your gaze turns toward him with a dissatisfied expression, immediately jerking your head back.

“As if! Why are you even here? Don’t you have anywhere else to be? Like, like-” You scan your surroundings attempting to find anything that’ll persuade Taehyung to leave.

Bingo.

To your left, near the lockers, a group of blondes giggling and cooing over the idiot talking to you.

“Like with them! They are totally checking you out.” You emphasize with your eyebrows, and Taehyung follows your eyesight, also taking note of said girls. He tips his sunglasses and winks at them all, resulting in screeches and more coos from them. You cringe at the sight of it, wishing you had your attention set elsewhere.

“See? You should just go over there. They’re literally calling your name,” You probe in hopes he’d just leave you the hell alone. The aura of his stroked ego on the verge of suffocating you if he stays even a minute longer.

He hesitates.

“Hmm… Don’t really feel like it.” His gaze turns to you yet again.

You’re seething. You can’t even believe the audacity of him right now.

“Besides…” He continues, leaning further in to meet your eyes.

“A little birdie somewhere told me that,” he runs his fingers through his mullet, “A feisty thing wouldn’t give this stud a blowjob, even if its life depended on it.” Your cheeks are on fire at this point, but you don’t give in. You refuse to be patronized by the whore himself. Just as you were about to retaliate with a damn good comeback, Jungkook rudely interrupts.

“If I were “birdie,” I’d say “it” is lying.” Your gaze snaps toward him with furrowed eyebrows. He holds his hands up, as if surrendering to your harsh gaze. Taehyung grins that dumb, boxy smile of his.

“You’re not helping, Jungkook!” You roll your eyes at him and focus on the cocky eldest.

Taking a deep breath, you slip, “That’s right. It won’t give you the time of day to suck your dick. Besides, you wouldn’t even last for a good 5 minutes.” He scoffs, impressed by your assumption. But also intrigued at your “play hard to get” persona. He contemplates if he should test the waters, his hormones taking the wheel.

“Well,” He begins, cheeks hurting from the wide grin shown on his face. You watch in disgust as he continues, “Why won’t it make a bet then, huh?”

“Pshhh, are you kidding? For what? And what’s in it for it?” Your arms crossing in your stance. His fingers tap against the glass, display counter, as if he’s thinking. His gold rings shining in the ambience.

“If it can make me cum in 5 minutes-” You cut him off instantly.

“Then you will leave it alone forever!” He nods slowly in response, somewhat hesitant.

“Okay… And if it can’t make me cum in 5 minutes, then I get to stay. As I please.” Taehyung grins, extending his hand out. You follow his motion, interlocking your hand with his.

“Tonight. It does this tonight, after closing. Deal?” You demand, Taehyung replies: “Deal.”

Great. Jungkook’s sudden, overly absurd slurping from his Slurpee cup cues his presence is still here. Some part of you ponders how his beverage suddenly appeared.

“Kook, why don’t you help us?” You ask, having thought of an idea.

The slurping abruptly stops. He stares between the two of you with those doe-like eyes, clearly dumbfounded. Taehyung’s eyebrows rise up, obviously he’s amused.

“Woah there, Toots. Didn’t know you were that kinky-”

Your palm finds its way up, cutting him off, “Please,” you retort. You turn your gaze to Jungkook who’s awaiting your appraisal.

“Do you still have that stopwatch your grandfather gave you?”

With wide eyes and his lips still wrapped around his straw, he shakes his head in a “yes” gesture.

“Good,” You smirk. Although you hate Taehyung with all your guts, you refuse to miss out on this opportunity. Once and for all, you want him to vanish from your sight. To be gone and not bother you anymore. And if it means you have to get on your knees and get to work, then why not? At least, he’ll be gone from your life just as you wished.

Next thing you know, you’re on your knees, in the girls bathroom, with Taehyung towering above you, his arms crossed, lips quirked, and bulge slightly poking within his slacks. He leans on the wall, having placed his sunglasses in the middle split of his blouse. You take a thick gulp, attempting to ease the dryness in your throat.

“I’m waiting, Toots.” He coos with that smirk on his face.

Fuck.

How did you get yourself in this situation?

“Now, Kook!” You command the youngest who stands outside of the bathroom door. His thumb pressing the top, start button on the stopwatch to begin the time. Inside, you quickly unbuckle Taehyung’s belt. He helps to unloosen his trousers, dropping them to the ground in one swift. His tight, bright green briefs on full display, showcasing his slender legs. You can clearly see the outline of his cock, which sends a surge of something straight to your core. Your fingers find placement on the band of his briefs, pulling them down past his knees. His lengthy, member sneaks out — semi-hard. You lick your lips while wrapping your fingers around him, preparing to devour his lower half. You can’t believe you’re about to suck Taehyung’s dick. Seriously, why were you even born in this generation?

“4 minutes!” Jungkook warns, eyes glued to the ticking time.

Shit.

You take that as a cue to lick one stripe from Taehyung’s balls to the tip of his cock. He groans in response, head falling back at the feel of your warm, wet tongue painting your saliva onto his member. You continue licking along his shaft, stopping at the head and making sure to wrap your lips around him there. He loves when you do that, and you know this because he hisses, his cock now fully erect, and you adore how thick and long he is. You faintly taste the salty flavor of the precum that seeps from his slit. His hand snakes onto your hair, grasping your head to guide you further down his cock. He relentlessly bucks forward, desperate to journey himself further down your throat. Completely caught off guard, you grab ahold of his thighs and give in to Taehyung fucking your throat.

“Ahh, fuck!” He slips, glaring down at you gagging on his cock. His eyes shut instantly, a hidden attempt at not trying to cum so quickly.  

“3 minutes!”

Jungkook’s warning fuels Taehyung to slow his motions, not wanting to make himself cum yet, courtesy of the bet. But it feels nostalgic for him. The other part of him doesn’t want to stop, not having control of his hips thrusting in and out of your mouth. Your saliva drenches his cock and drips down to his balls, your eyes close naturally to focus on not dying from choking on him. Your nails dig into his flesh and graze along his thighs, somewhat a warning that you need to come up for air. But he wants..

Needs a release.

“That’s right, sweet thing. Don’t stop.” The fact you’re on your knees, submitting and literally choking on this idiot’s dick sends an odd sentiment to your core yet again. Maybe it’s just your hormones? Because you still hate him.

Oh, how much you hate him.

But, Taehyung aches to cum all over your face, to release himself into your mouth or wherever you please just so he can rid that pang deep within his groin. You scratch faster, leaving behind trails of your markings, you feel like you’re on the verge of passing out if you’re not let up. You force Taehyung’s thighs with a push, and you’re finally released from his grip on your hair and his cock in your mouth. You fall back, gasping for air and coughing as your chest heaves and tears stream down your cheeks.

“What are you trying to kill me or what?” You retort, wiping your eyes and gazing up at his lanky figure, gradually gaining your breathing pattern back to normal.

“2 minutes!” Taehyung heaves, his chest rising and falling. You take a moment to regather yourself and bring your thoughts together to continue.

“Fuck,” Taehyung slips, while taking a deep breath. You inch toward him, wrapping your fingers around him to pump his shaft a few times. Strands of Taehyung’s hair stick to his forehead, a result from perspiring, he snakes his hand into your hair, petting you softly as if you’re a cat. Your remaining hand lands on top of his thigh, feeling them flinch slightly as you encase your lips encase around the head of his cock, closing in on the flesh and sucking harshly. Your tongue glides around the mushroom-shaped tip, spreading your saliva all around and teasing his slit. He flinches again, clearly turned on and on the verge of an orgasm. You hurry yourself with one goal:

Make Taehyung Kim cum.

You relax yourself and ease him further and further down your throat, but this time you force your eyes to remain open. His length rubs against the flesh of your mouth, your tongue gliding under his shaft. You continue to keep your eyes focused on his, almost as if you’re staring into his soul. Tears prick from your eyes, liquid forming past your lids yet.

Keep watching him.

“1 minute!”

It’s almost as if that sudden warning sparked something in you, persuading you to instantly make Taehyung cum. Your tongue finds its path down to his balls, sucking them softly and caressing them ever so gently. You glide your tongue back onto him and gag on his cock yet again, thrusting your mouth back and forth repeatedly. He moans and groans, thighs suddenly trembling as his hand pushes harsher on your head; he fucks himself back into your mouth. Taehyung had always liked teasing and bothering you. He admired how annoyed and flustered you get around him, which gave him all the more reason he’s in “la la land” by having your mouth filled with him entirely. He’s convinced it’s probably the only way he could get you to shut up. Unfortunately, on your end, it’s the opposite. Taehyung still won’t shut his mouth. In fact, it’s open right now. And your name (yes, your actual name) falls from his lips. And not just once, or twice, but numerous times.

“Fuck! I-I’m going to-” He can’t finish his sentence, but you’re aware of his warning, a coy smirk appearing on your face. His fingers wrap around himself as he pumps furiously, his grip on your head still present as he aims straight into your mouth. His erect cock stiffens itself and the sudden rush of an orgasm washes over him entirely. His thighs tremble as his cum shoots rapidly down your throat, in streams of white.

“Alright time’s up, guys!” Jungkook cues. He awaits the arrival of you both from the bathroom. After a few beats and…

Nothing.

“Guys?”

He presses his ear against the cold, metal of the door and hears faint sounds of moaning. He double checks the time on the stopwatch, surely he wasn’t off. But being the curious dork he is, Jungkook decides to push open the door. As he rounds the corner, to his right, he finds your figure leaned against the wall with Taehyung buried between your legs. He makes out the shape of Taehyung’s head moving left and right furiously, clearly he was eating you out. Jungkook’s mouth gapes open and eyes widen at the sight. Your now audible moans rushing through his eardrums, shooting straight to his cock. Taehyung’s obscene slurping on your pussy echoes throughout the ambience. Almost like a gravitational pull, Jungkook treads slowly toward the two of you.

“Always wanted to eat this little pussy of yours.” He pauses, his fingers run along your folds, he stops at your clit to give you a harsh slap, making your thighs tremble in response. He wraps his lips around your clit again, rolls his tongue around the bud and continues in between breaths, “I see the way you always watch me out on the rink. Bet you couldn’t wait for an opportunity like this.”

Your eyes shut instantly, hips bucking forward against Taehyung’s tongue. He glides along your folds and dips his tongue inside you, fucking you with the muscle. Your fingers trail into his loose strands, grazing his scalp as your thighs tremble slightly due to his actions. Your eyes peer open at the sight of Jungkook watching you both like a peeping Tom. You giggle at the sight of his “deer in headlights” expression. Taehyung laps at your clit, and wraps his lips around the bud, sucking harshly as you did with the head of his cock earlier.

“Ungh, mmm Taehyung,” you moan in between breaths, feeling the approach of your orgasm deep within your gut. He peers up into your gaze, relishing in your fucked out expression as he sucks your clit. Jungkook rubs the impending boner that’s hidden behind the fabric of his work jeans. Taehyung pulls away and takes note of Jungkook’s aching tension. You whimper at the loss of his slick tongue.

“What are you doing- Fucking idiot! Why’d you stop?!” You whine like a little child, with a pout of your lips. Taehyung gestures a “come here” motion to Jungkook.

The youngest hesitates for a moment, silently contemplating what the hell is going on but the desperate heat boiling inside of him cries for a release.

“Have a taste, Kookie.” Taehyung eases Jungkooks shoulders down to kneel along with him, his frontal set at an eye-level view of your pussy — that glistens of your juices mixed with Taehyung’s saliva. Jungkook peers up at the elder, and Taehyung winks back while sneaking his hand on the back of Jungkook’s head, forcing him to feast on your cunt. Kook’s hands fall onto the wall behind you, attempting to keep some leverage due to the sudden action. His nose is met nuzzling your clit while his lips suck on your soaked pussy lips.

Taehyung hisses, his hand applying more pressure.

“That’s right, Kookie. Eat her up.”

Jungkook moans in response, having no choice but to take you into his mouth and follow Tae’s demands. His tongue darts out, slithering along your folds, and the vibration from his moaning courses through you. Your hand finds its way into his chocolate strands, pulling and tugging while he eats you as if he’d been starved the entire day, which to you partly doesn’t make sense since he’s in charge of the Snack Zone.

“Oh, fuck! J-Jungkook, ahh!” Your head falls against the wall behind you, the coil in the pit of your tummy on the verge of cumming, that is, when you feel an odd slight tinge of something cold paired with someones finger inserting your cunt. You lift your gaze down to find Taehyung has slipped one of his ring-covered fingers inside of you. He taps your inner thigh to motion your legs to spread further apart, and you follow suit. Jungkook watches in eagerness, grazing his nails up and down your thighs. He takes initiative to lick your clit while Tae fingers you relentlessly.

“Want you to cum for us.” Taehyung eases a second finger and rams back and forth repeatedly, hitting that spot within your walls that has you finally tipping over the edge, combined with Jungkook’s small, pouty-like lips wrapped around your clit and sucking on for dear life. With his opposite hand, Taehyung grips your ass cheek and lands a harsh smack onto your bottom.

“Fucking cum for us, Toots.” In an instant, a shockwave of pleasure immerses within you, your body begins trembling of your orgasm. Your moans turn into an inaudible scream, and suddenly gushes of your arousal sprinkle all over Tae’s and Kook’s clothes and just a tad on their faces. The liquid flows down your thighs, the remaining dripping onto the floor of the restroom. Jungkook takes you by surprise, as he licks up your juices that continue down your legs. You shudder in response, Taehyung follows and licks your other leg, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs.

Jungkook pulls away, taking a deep breath, “Fuck, that was hot.” You notice the tent that’s grown within Jungkook’s jeans, your pussy throbs at the sight. And then by surprise, Taehyung runs his hand over the bulge, pressing into Jungkook’s clothed erection, his eyes widen at the sudden contact.

“What? Think I don’t notice you either, Kookie?” Your mouth flies open at the sight. Taehyung presses his lips to Jungkook’s, his tongue easing into his mouth instantly. Jungkook moans within the kiss, his hands finding their way into Tae’s mullet. The lewd sounds of their lips smacking draws you in further, also wanting a taste. As if he’d read your mind, Taehyung breaks the kiss, noticing your reaction.

“Aw, somebody is feeling left out hm?” His hand laces with yours, pulling you closer to them both. He pushes the back of you and Jungkook’s heads to have your lips meet together. He sets on his knees to unbutton Jungkook’s jeans, while you pull away from the kiss to join Taehyung, giving him a quick few pecks of your own. Jungkook watches in amusement, his cock rock hard and leaking within his briefs. Taehyung takes the lead and unbuttons Jungkook’s jeans, pulling the zipper down. You aid in the removal of his pants, pulling them all the way down past his knees, and you marvel at Jungkook’s toned thighs.

“Whoa, Kook,” You smooth your hands along his thighs, his soft, supple skin feels like silk under your fingertips. He blushes at your compliment.

“You like?” He teases, flexing his muscles. You tease back, kissing his obvious bulge through his briefs. He sucks his teeth, rutting forward. Taehyung rubs him before pulling the band of his underwear all the way down and….

Plop.

Jungkook’s cock springs up, with a thin line of precum leaking from the rosy-shade tinted, tip.

“Fuck,” Taehyung slips, licking his lips.

You also lick your lips at the sight. Before you could even think to touch him, Taehyung grasps his length, stroking in a slow manner. Jungkook’s moan that slips, and you take that as a sign to kiss along his thighs. Taehyung continues to stroke, admiring the thick vein that protrudes along his shaft. You grasp Jungkook’s ass cheek, gripping and rubbing the firm tissue.

Slap.

“Ungh!”

Holy shit, he likes it.

Slap.

He moans again, biting his lower lip. And…

His lips part in a hurry, paired with furrowed brows. You know he’s going to moan again, his chest suddenly pauses from breathing. You look to your left and Tae has his tongue swirling around the head of Jungkook’s dick. He pulls away and teases with another kitten lick.

Finally…

He wraps his gorgeous lips around the tip, and the euphoric tone of Jungkook’s deep, breathy moan fills your ears like a melody.

“Oh, fuck. Mmm- fuck.”

Jungkook’s head falls back with his eyes shut. Taehyung takes his thick, throbbing member down his throat. He uses his free hand to grab Kook’s other ass cheek, granting a harsh smack just as he did with you. You note Jungkook’s adam’s apple bobbing as he gasps for air, thrusting himself into Tae’s mouth. You never knew a neck could look so hot, combined with his sharp jawline being a killer. Some sick part of you wants to see that asshole Tae choke on Jungkook. So, you find yourself pushing the back of his head, pressing him further down his length. The gag sound that emits from Taehyung’s throat makes your core quiver. His spit draws out, soaking Kook’s member.

“That’s right, fucking take it,” You coo, cherishing the act of these two idiots pleasing themselves. Taehyung hums, the vibrations sending a wave of sensations through Jungkook.

“Ah, fuck- Keep- Doing that, you’re going to make me cum so fast!”

Your grip pulls Tae by his strands, forcing him off. Now panting for his breath, he wipes the wet residue from his mouth. Now it’s your turn. Your lips wrap around Kook’s thickness, loving the warmth of Tae’s saliva already having coated him. Just as you did, Taehyung pushes you further in, making you choke slightly. You relax your throat, taking Jungkook all the way in, who you can’t understand how his cock manages to fit in you, considering how thick he is. Jungkook focuses on you with wide eyes, appreciating your form taking him all the way in.

You pull away with a pop and grip his member, stroking him with one hand while licking from his balls to the underside of his shaft. Taehyung joins you to suck his balls, and you both take turns teasing Kook’s head. Jungkook’s fingers find their place on the top of your heads, guiding you and Taehyung, as both of your tongues glide along each side of his shaft. His thighs begin contracting, an indication that his orgasm is approaching. His gaped mouth serving as evidence.

“Cum in our mouths, Kookie.” You and Taehyung open up, your tongues and throats on full display.

“I-I, fuck. I’m cumming.”

With his eyes shut, Jungkook grips whoever’s hair he can, jerking himself off. Spurts of his yummy cum streams into your mouth, coating your tongue with an undetectable flavor. He lets out a shuddering moan, his lower abdomen contracting as his orgasm takes him over. You hold his cum in your mouth, closing it shut. Taehyung has his mouth open and it’s almost as if you both can read each other’s minds. You peer over and open your mouth over Tae’s, releasing the lewd mixture of your saliva paired with Jungkook’s cum.

Taehyung moans at the sentiment, holding for a brief moment to add his own fluid to the concoction. He stands on his two feet, and Jungkook watches with an exhausted look in his eyes, somewhat curious of his next actions. Taehyung rises his eyebrows, as if a silent demand to open. Jungkook stills for a moment and catches on quicker than you thought. With the difference in height, he squats a little and reveals his throat to the eldest. Taehyung leans down and closed their lips, releasing the substance of your fluids, his fluids, and the youngest’s cum.

Jungkook seals his mouth shut.

“Swallow it.” Taehyung demands with a stern tone, his voice somewhat raspy and also fucked out but still deep as usual. Kookie makes no choice but to obey, like the good little, boy he is.

He takes a thick gulp — the mixed secretions now having flushed through and inside him.

“Good,” Tae expresses.

“Whoa,” You add, dazing into a daydream and slightly drained from tonight’s ventures.

The three of you remain in silence, an awkward tension filling up the space. Jungkook seems to have noticed, having pulled his garments back on as if signaling his departure. Then, the reminder that you can’t find your panties dawns on you. Clearly, Tae took them and probably has them stuffed in his stupid slacks. But before stepping out, Kook breaks the silence.

“So much for a bet, right?” He blurts out with a slick smirk.

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myhauntedsalem · 3 years

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20 Doctors And Nurses Share The Creepiest Last Words Uttered By A Patient Before Dying

I work in a cardiac ICU. We had a patient who had a pulmonary artery rupture (a rare, but known complication of a Swan-Ganz catheter). One minute he was joking around with us and the next bright red blood was spewing out of his mouth. His last words before he died were “why is this happening to me?”

It still haunts me years later.

I’m an RT and had a vented trach patient in angio have the same thing happen. Vent waveforms got a little funky showing she needed suctioned. I walked up to her and saw bright red blood just start shooting up the vent circuit and immediately obstruct it.

I immediately said “she’s hemorrhaging” and the vascular surgeon said “no it’s just a little blood” thinking I was referring to his access site in her groin.

I popped her off of the vent and blood just started pouring out of her trach, mouth, and nose. She looked at me and said, “just let me die.”

The puddle of blood was about 6 feet in diameter on the floor within just a couple of minutes and I was covered from the chest down.

I’ve seen some shit, but that was the worst,

“But I don’t know how to get there…” Grandpa in hospice. Hadn’t spoken in days. Died about 2 hours later.

I’m a nurse and was previously working at an assisted living community on the dementia/Alzheimer’s unit. My very favorite patient had been declining pretty steadily so I was checking on him very frequently. We would have long chats and joke around with each other, but in the last two weeks of his life, he stopped talking completely and didn’t really acknowledge conversation directed at him at all.

I finished my medication rounds for the evening and went to see him before I left. I told him I was leaving for the night and that I’d see him the following day, and he looked me in the eyes and smiled SO genuinely and said, “You look like an angel.” I thought it was so sweet because he had not seemed lucid in weeks.

He died the next morning. It really messed with me.

I overheard an old lady whisper this to her old husband dying of kidney problems.

“You are going to beat this, you got away with murder, this is nothing”

Nurse here – had a patient come into the ER with shortness of breath. He started deteriorating in the ER, and then quite rapidly on the transport up the ICU. We got him wheeled into his room, replaced the ER lines and tubes with our own, and transferred him from the transport stretcher to his ICU bed.

He actually did most of the transfer himself. He didn’t say anything, but just before he died he pleasantly adjusted his own pillow, laid his head down, and then his eyes went blank. This man just made himself comfortable before laying down to die.

Dad had MS. He’d had it since he was 18. Diagnosed at 20, married my mom at 24, had me at 29, died 15 days short of 45. Six months before that, he was put on hospice. He and Mom were discussing funeral arrangements, and my mom jokingly said, “You know Tim, the best thing you could do would be to die on a Wednesday. That way we can have the body prepared on Thursday, the viewing on Friday, and the memorial on Saturday, so more people could come.

The morning we got the call that it was time, my mom, two sisters, and I were about five minutes too late. After we said our goodbyes, the nurse pulled my mom aside and asked if that day had any significance. It’s not even 6 am yet, so Mom doesn’t even know what day it IS much less if it’s important. The nurse tells her it’s May 21st. No… nothing is coming to mind.

The nurse told her that the previous day he kept asking what day it was and they’d tell him it was the 20th. He’d look irritated but accept it. That morning, he asked what day it was, and they said, “It’s Wednesday, May 21st.” He smiled, squeezed his favorite nurse’s hand, and was gone almost immediately.

It was Memorial Day weekend, and we did just as he and Mom had planned. And despite many friends being out of town for the holiday, we had over 250 people show up at the memorial service, overflowing the tiny church more than it had ever been filled. To his dying day, he was trying to make things easier for our family. I miss him.

My grandfather on his deathbed said “they have no eyes,” still give me chills.

“Get home safe, little one.” It wasn’t what he said – he said the same thing to me any time I had him as a patient for the evening. It was how he said it. He gave me this look and pause like he knew. The DNR’s in my experience, always know when it’s time. It’s creepy.

10.

Checked in on a patient before the end of my shift and she was in good spirits, had been joking with me the whole time. Her condition was tenuous (new trach) but she had been positive throughout. I asked how she was doing and she replied by singing “The old gray mare ain’t what she used to be” and wished me a good night.

I came in the next morning and she had coded and died overnight.

11.

Came into an early shift and was handed over a patient who’d been very anxious and had a panic attack overnight. He was anxious all morning but obs all fine, ecg fine and so I just asked someone to sit with him to keep an eye on him/reassure him for me. He gets worse, really panicky, heavy breathing, he’s on his side in the fetal position.

Drs will be in in 10 minutes so I tell him I’ll get them to him as soon as they come in but ask if he’ll lie on his back for me to help his breathing. He tells me he won’t make it until they get here and that he won’t face the other way. Obs still all fine at this point but he’s more agitated so again I suggest he move position for comfort and that’s when he says, ‘I won’t make it until the Drs get here. If I turn to face the other way I’ll die’. He repeated this a few times to me.

He arrested literally as the Drs walked in and he died on the side he’d been refusing to turn to. I’m convinced he knew.

12.

I’m an apprentice funeral director. We went to a nursing home on a removal and as we were walking down the hall one of the patients got antsy and opened the door to his room and saw us walking with the stretcher.

“I’ll see you next week boys”

And guess who we had to pick up the next week.

13.

I found one of my “comfort measures only” patients standing at the side of his bed. It surprised me because he had been mostly unresponsive during my shift. I helped him back into bed and he asked me why all these people were in his room.

He suddenly became quiet again and I noticed he wasn’t breathing. He was a DNR so there wasn’t anything to do to try to bring him back. Looking back he may have been talking about me and the CNA that was helping me get him back into bed, but who knows what or who he was seeing the last minutes of his life. Still creeps me out a little when I think about it.

14.

I had a cousin that had cancer and died when he was a little kid. He once asked her mother why all these people visited and she said: “Because your cousins, aunts and uncles love you very much and want you to get better” and he answered, “I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about the ones that visit me at night.”

15.

My first hospice case. She was on morphine and started mock smoking. She looked at me, took my hand and said “please” in the most pleading voice I’ve ever heard. I sat with her body until the corner arrived. She has no friends or family. Only her lawyer showed up. I’ve only done one hospice case since.

16.

I’ve commented this somewhere before but it’s stayed with me! I’m an RN and while I was a student I was caring for a lady who had end stage renal failure, had a DNAR and was shutting down. We were having a little chat, well I was chatting away while helping her put on some lotion, when she stopped, looked over my shoulder and said, “Bill’s here love, I’ve got to go” and swiftly stopped breathing. Read her old notes and Bill was her deceased husband.

17.

DNR patient was on comfort cares. Was on a high dose of morphine and hallucinating. She would alternate between grasping for things not there and trying to climb out of bed. She was too unsteady to walk so my job was to sit in the room and make sure she was safe. She tried to get up and I went to ask her what she needed. She grabbed my arm and pulled me down towards her face and said, very angrily, “kill me”. That one fucked with me for awhile.

18.

Back when I was a CNA this one resident fell off a bike for exercise in pt and seized, they came to and became lucid and said, “I think I’m dying,” but everyone in the room assured her that wasn’t going to happen, she seized up and was dead within minutes.

19.

Last year: my grandfather started desperately pleading for his life with his German captors from WWII

The doctor present was smart and said in German: “You are free, Herr Caticature. You are free.” And then he died.

20.

I actually have 3 that stick out in my mind. An 83 year old woman that said “My mom’s here. Are we going?” She died a few minutes later.

Another older lady said “I think I’m going to die today…” we took vitals, everything seemed fine. She was stable. She had a heart attack a couple hours later. Not her last words, but the last she ever said to me.

The last one is definitely the creepiest. A nice old lady who told my CNA she wanted to wear all white. When asked why, she said “The man in black is here.”

She looked in the corner of the room. The CNA looked, but there was no one there. That’s when I came into the room. We asked her to describe what she was seeing and she said “he’s in all black, and he’s got a top hat on.” Then she whispered “and his eyes are red” while her eyes moved across the room to directly behind the CNA, like she was watching him move closer to us. She died later that night. But it was unexpected. That room creeped me out for a long time after that.

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summahsunlight · 4 years

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Worth the Risk, Part 2

Rating: T

Word Count: 1591

Pairing: Army Pilot!Poe Dameron x Nurse!Reader (1940s AU)

Summary: It’s the 1940s, Army pilot and Captain Poe Dameron is flying on missions for the United States Army in Europe. After being shot down off the coast of France, Poe wakes up in an Army hospital in England, to find you, a nurse, taking care of him. Throughout the process of his recovery, Poe finds himself falling for you, and even though you, for the most part, maintain a professional relationship with him–you’re falling for him as well. Both of you know the risks of falling in love during a war, but then again, both of you have never cared much for being cautious.

Warnings: Language

Taglist: @fanfic-addict-98, @thescarletknight2014, @blushingwueen, @americasass-romanoff

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The next time Poe woke, you weren’t there. Instead, his best friend and fellow pilot, Captain Temmin Wexley was seated there, smoking a cigarette. Snap, as he was known to his friends, smiled, the smoke wisping around his face. “You’ve got to be the luckiest bastard I’ve ever known, Dameron. How ya feeling, buddy?”

Poe struggled to sit up straighter, sharp pain shooting through his entire body and he cried out softly. “Like every bone in my body is fucking broken. Promise me something, Snap; next time you go out there, shoot down as many as those fucking Nazis as you can.”

Snap chuckled and took a final drag on his cigarette. He snuffed it out in the nearby ash tray. “Easy enough promise to make; I try to do that every time I go up.”

“Bastards killed my crew,” Poe murmured. “We were just about to go out over the Channel when they hit us. Blew my engine. I told them to jump before I hit the water. I thought I was giving them a chance, Snap--instead, I told them to jump to their deaths. Some commanding office I am.”

“I’m sorry, Poe,” Snap replied, frowning. “I know what those boys meant to you. Never easy losing brothers that way. You had no way of knowing that they were going to die before help arrived. Fuck, from what I’m told you should be dead as well.”

“Yeah, who told you that?”

“Oh, the cute nurse, the Lieutenant.”

“She’s cute? Hadn’t noticed.”

“Fuckin’ liar.”

Poe threw a mock glare towards Snap, but at the same time happened to catch sight of you across the room, putting supplies away. His expression immediately softened and he wasn’t aware that he was staring at you until Snap cleared his throat and chuckled. “Okay,” the Army captain relented, “she’s cute.”

Snap reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting up a fresh one. “You should ask her out; bet she’ll find it hard to resist your charms.”

Rolling his eyes, Poe briefly allowed him to glance at you. Would you even consider going out with him? His flirting the other day had yielded very little results. “I dunno... a girl like her... she probably has a boyfriend.”

“Not according to my intel.”

“Hey... aren’t you married?”

“Happily. I’m just doing my boy a favor.”

“Snap, I don't need you to get me a date.”

“No? Why are you still single then Dameron? You have the looks.”

His mind wandered to the ring tucked away in his locker back on base. It had been his mothers and she had left it to him when she died, hoping that one day he gave it to the right person. Poe had thought he’d found the right person, back before joining the Army, before flight school and now the war--but she had broken his heart when she ran off with someone else to New York City.

You were making your way over towards his bed now, thankfully, because Poe didn’t have to answer Snap’s question. As you approached his cot, you smiled, that same stunning smile that had greeted him when he woke up the first time after his crash. She plucked the cigarette out of Snap’s mouth and put it out. “Captain, smoking around a patient that nearly died isn’t a good idea. We want Captain Dameron’s lungs to get stronger--not weaker.”

Snap threw Poe a sly grin. “True. We wouldn’t want to mess with his stamina now, would we?”

Poe flushed and wished his wasn’t in so much pain that he could punch Snap in the face. “Wexley! Shut up!”

“If you’re so worried about stamina, Captain Wexley, then you really should stop smoking,” you quipped before walking away, leaving both pilots staring wide-eyed after you.

“That one is a keeper, Dameron,” Snap finally spoke after several seconds of silence. “I wouldn’t waste time or some other guy is gonna snatch her up.”

“Not sure if you’re aware--I’m in no position to snatch anyone up.”

“You’re young, strong, you’ll bounce back, Dameron.”

He wasn’t so sure--not this time. Physically, Poe was certain that the doctors and nurses would patch him up--emotionally--that was another story. He wasn’t sure how much more of this war he could take. Already they had been fighting for two years and it felt like they were getting nowhere. Europe was still under control of the Nazis. Poe often found himself longing for the simple, hard work that his father’s ranch offered him. “You ever think this war is gonna end, Snap?”

Pausing, Snap regarded him cautiously. It had been a year and a half since he last saw his wife and he had yet to meet his very own son--so this was a question that popped into his head often. Hearing it come out of Poe’s mouth surprised him--Poe was usually the idealist. “Imagine it has to end someday. Eventually there will be none of us left to kill.”

Poe sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Yeah,” he whispered, He felt something tap his knee and he looked over to see Snap smiling at him, sadly, but encouragingly.

“Listen, kid,” Snap said, “I gotta go report in. Hang in there. And for the love of God, Poe, ask the pretty nurse out.”

“I’ll think about it but I’m making no promises, Wexley,” Poe countered, watching as Snap stood up.

The older man put his cover on and tipped his head towards you--you had been watching the entire time--and then Snap was gone, heading back to the war while Poe lay in a hospital bed, body broken thanks to that very war.

Across the room, you handed off the task of sorting through freshly delivered medical supplies to another nurse and made your way towards Poe’s bed. You were mildly concerned about how he was presenting himself--there was much of a sparkle in his eyes today. “Did Captain Wexley have to leave?” you asked, stepping up next to the bed.

Poe nodded, slowly and then let out a muffled sigh. “Yeah, he had to report in.”

Pretending to fix his blankets, you said, “It was nice that he dropped by to see you. He asked a lot of question about your condition, if you’d make a full recovery and be able to fly again. Nice to have a friend like him.”

“Will I fly again, Lieutenant?”

“Doctor Hux says it’s too soon to tell.”

“What do you say?”

“That you're stubborn enough that it might just happen.”

Poe managed a smile at that remark. “Stubborn? You think I’m stubborn?”

Smiling, shyly, you shrugged your shoulders. “Anyone who survived what you did has to be stubborn. So, am I correct to assume that you’re stubborn?”

He chuckled. “According to my dad, I’m the most stubborn person that he knows. ‘Course, can’t blame him--it wasn’t easy raising me on that ranch after mom passed. Our relationship wasn’t so easy after that. I should... damn it...I should write him another letter. He worries, ya know, when he hasn’t heard from me in a while.”

You continued to smooth his blankets. “Do you want me to get you some paper and a pen? Writing to your father might help pass some of the time that you’re forced to lay in this bed.”

“Not sure I have enough to say to him to pass a lot of time.”

“Sure you do. Tell him about your crew, the men that served with you.”

“I don’t know if I should tell him I crashed.”

“Why not?”

Poe glanced at you, softly grinning. “Because he might be on the next flight out to England. No one here wants that, trust me, he’ll try to take over the entire hospital.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “If he knows how to dress a wound--I’d welcome him with open arms.”

“I’ve seen him treat an angry bull.”

“Oh, well, then he’ll fit in here.”

A wide grin spread across Poe’s face. You made being in this awful place so much better. Poe was a man of action and being confined to bed was hell for him. At least he had your smiling face to look forward to each day. For a moment he forgot about his injuries and tried moving, but intense pain coursed through his body and he gasped.

You immediately helped him settle back against the pillows. “Are you in pain? I can get you a dose of morphine.”

Poe shook his head, another movement that caused a lot of pain, but he’d be damned if he showed you that he was weak. “No, no, I’m fine. I don’t need the morphine.”

Taking a deep breath, you watched him, intensely. “Are you sure about that? Try telling me that without clenching your jaw.” You moved away from his bed and went to prepare a morphine dose. He must have been in a lot of pain because he didn’t protest when you injected him with the dose. “Give it a few moments to work, alright, Captain?”

Sighing, Poe nodded. He closed his eyes. I must look like such a coward to her, he thought, can’t even stand a little pain. He felt your hand on his cheek and he opened his eyes to see you looking at him softly, with understanding.

Before going to check on the other patients, you kindly told him that there was no way anyone would think he was weak or a coward.

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