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shelbystales · 9 months

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Best Aid - Part Four

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing, cardiac arrest

A/N: I got carried away with medical stuff... sorry. Hope you guys like it? I am not a doctor, but i am a vet, so... i sort of know a few things but i don't know how accurate they are when we take it to human medicine. Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much. Tell me if you ant me to tone down the medical stuff.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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The next night you were ready to start your shift again. You spent your entire day on a call with your insurance, trying to get some support. After a few frustrating hours all they said was “we are working on it”.

Working on it my ass. Theses people never want to be helpful.

You threw your bag on your locker and sat down on the long bench in the locker room.

“you ok?” Jeremy asked suspiciously

“yeah, just had a frustrating morning. spent almost four hours of my free time talking to my insurance, to get no fucking where” you answered taking your clothes off and putting your navy blue scrubs.

“At least you got a fuck last night?” he asked animated while he did the same, but his scrubs were light gray, as all the other nurses.

“i wish” you sighed

“what? what happened, i thought i did a pretty good job as a cupid” he smirked checking himself on the mirror

“yea… don’t fucking throw me under the bus again. We are supposed to be a team” you scolded him

“we are. you needed a little push! What did you do to scare the man off?”

“Nothing! Mom needed me” you answered and he nodded “we did share a kiss though…”

he dropped his mouth and made a squeaky noise you didn't know humans were capable of.

“What! Why didn't you lead with that?!” he said excitedly, “tell me everything. Now.”

You were early. your shift was suppose to start in 30 minutes, so you had time to tell him what happened last night. he seemed more excited than you about it.

“Was the kiss good?” he asked

“so fucking god” you daydreamed

“Did you text him after you kicked him off your house?”

“I didn't kick him off. I had to be with my mom!” you answered annoyed

“Potato, potato. Did you?”

“yes, told him i was home”

“Did he text you back?” he asked excited, waiting like a dog would for a bone

“no… Dead silence from him” you said and the glow on his eyes slowly faded away.

“If he ghosts you I swear to god…” he stopped talking as he was thinking “i would do nothing. Sorry girl, I Wouldn’t cross him”

“thanks. nice to know i have your support” you mocked standing up

“Oh, my support you have. always… but not a bodyguard though…” he followed you

To be honest, you felt a little anxious about it all. A little paranoid even. After what he told you last night… was someone out to get you? And to be honest why wouldn’t he just text you back? That's not a nice thing to do. Has he never heard of emotional responsibility? maybe he is busy… too busy to text “good stay safe” ? bullshit that takes five seconds

You focused on your shift, but it was all slow for now. The hospital was still a bit hectic. after the bomb the hospital gas line was damaged and a wing had to be interdicted. Due to that, the ambulences were taking pacients to other hospitals.

Currently there are three patients in the emergency room. One broke his pulse after skating, the other two had stomach bugs. Mostly tonight is being based on small emergencies, people are coming in, getting fixed and going home. After doing your rounds and checking on everyone, you told Jeremy and Lauren you would go to the break room and study a bit.

Walking inside you got distracted by your phone and decided to text your brother to see how your mom was doing.

“hey, big bro. How is mom?”

not a few minutes later he texted back

“She is ok. keeps forgetting why her hand has a curative”

“good. i have the weekend off, i can be with her”

“I think she would like that”

“I will see if the insurance gets me a car or money to get a new one. If things work out I will pick her up. If they don't, can you drop her off?”

“sure sis. Are they going to cover anything?”

“I am not sure. i feel like they’re stalling”

“Shit. they are sharks, they don’t care. Want any help?” you smiled, he always wants to take care of you.

“No, thanks. i can sort it out”

“okay. see you saturday”

“see ya”

After the last text, you opened your instagram to kill time. Avoiding the book in front of you. The urge to look for Tommy was strong, and you got frustrated when you saw his account was private.

“Shit” you whispered.

Turning off your phone, you opened the book on medical trauma you had just bought. The thing they don’t tell you in med school is that after you graduate and you go through residency, you think the study is past behind… but you’re wrong. We constantly have to keep studying. To keep learning the best ways to save a life.

Midway through the first chapter you heard commotion outside and a few seconds later you heard the feared code.

“CODE BLUE” a nurse yelled over and over

You threw everything that was on your hand on the table, including your phone and ran.

As you arrived, you saw an elder man laying on one of the beds in the emergency room.

“His name is Patrick, he just came in after feeling a burning sensation on his chest. Arrived conscious but collapsed right after” Jeremy announced as soon as you arrived. Lauren, the older nurse, was assisting the resident on duty to intubate the man.

Looking around you saw all the hands available and smiled. A good thing about calm shifts is that you have a lot of people ready to assist. There was a resident wearing the light blue scrubs of the residents, but you couldn't remember her name. Besides her, there were five other nurses, you didn’t remember most of their names either… but again, you were new and the people on shifts usually changed a lot. The only ones who were always with you were Jeremy and Lauren. You looked quickly on their scrubs, trying to read the names embroidered on their shirts as you spoke to them.

“Ok guys, let's start the first round of reanimation. Let’s hope we can bring Patrick back as fast as possible” you said calmly, partially climbing on the bed and starting chest massage. In stressing moments like this, it’s important to maintain yourself calm. You’re the doctor, the one that everyone will listen to, freak out and everyone does as well.

“All good Lauren?” you asked and she nodded confirming that the intubation was done and she was in charge of venting “good job, Rebecca” you praised the resident, learning her name five seconds ago. She gave you a confident smile. Residents are usually crushed everyday all day, a gentle word goes a long way some times.

“What is his weight?” You asked

“96 quilos” Jeremy said

“push 9.6 ml of adrenaline” you said “keep three syringes ready. Time it”. Jeremy nodded as he administered the drug. The resuscitation dose was slightly higher than the normal dose. The good thing about always having the same team is that you usually know how each one worked and the synchrony was natural.

Usually we do reanimation rounds that last 3 minutes each. Assessing the response of the patient after every administration.

“Adrenaline in. Timer starting” Jeremy informed

“Where's the defibrillation cart?!!” you yelled annoyed because no one had got it yet. A nurse ran to get it as you continued the chest compressions.

You stopped with the compressions to quickly look at the monitor. He still had no rhythm, but his saturation was good, meaning he was getting enough oxygen. You saw a little atrial rhythm on the monitor, which meant he probably could get shocked, and that made you excited. But you could be wrong, you’re not a cardiologist.

“Who 's next?” you asked, feeling your arm cramping. The resident quickly walked to your side and took over the chest massage when you stopped.

You stretched your arms a little while you looked at Jeremy's phone. 2 minutes and 17 seconds had passed. Usually it takes a few minutes, but it could take hours .

The nurse came back with the reanimation cart and you told the resident to stop while you put the defibrillation pads on the patient chest. The defibrillation machine at the hospital was one of the best on the market and it checked the rhythm by itself and informed if the patient could be shocked.

The machine soon started to talk with its robotic voice “assessing heart rythym” as we wait, no compressions can be done, so the machine has to work quickly. Unfortunately a few seconds later it said “non shockable rhythm. Proceed with chest compression”

People are misled by all those hospital tv shows and think you only have to get the defibrillator and yell ‘clear’ and done, the patient is saved... but that's usually not true. Sometimes it's not possible to use it, and it’s frustrating. The defibrillator is not magical, but it usually works well. To be able to use it you need a certain vibration from the heart, either a ventricular fibrillation or ventricular tachycardia. Basically the machine stops the heart from beating, as a sort of “rebooting” system, hoping to get the heart beating properly again, that's why you need to be certain about the vibration so that it can be successfully rebooted.

“Okay, it’s not shockable. Let's continue compressions and hope that changes. We continue with protocol, we finish five rounds and we try the machine again. Let’s start a new round” you ordered around and Jeremy nodded pushing adrenaline again.

Next round you were up on compressions again. Checking the monitor before starting you saw a few signs that you could probably use other drugs to help.

“Lets also add a dose of atropine Jeremy”, atropine is great, but if used in cases that are asystolic rhythm it could kill.

After two more rounds you tried the defibrillation machine again and this time it said “shockable rhythm. Charging”. You continued the chest massage while it charged, feeling a bit more hopeful. “charging complete. step aside. shock in five seconds” and it began the countdown.

We watched the shock and the response on the monitor.

“No pulse” Rebecca said

You sighed “starting new round” and another nurse took over the chest massage

No one tells you how exhausting it is to go through all these procedures. Emotionally and physically. But you tried everything to bring this man back. They tell you not to, but you always imagine who’s is waiting for them at home, who would miss him if he’s gone.

You looked around and saw through the glass door that separated the ER from the front desk an elder woman crying as she hugged a man in a suit, both looking your way. Looking closer you realized it was Tommy. you frowned and gave your attention back to the man whose life you were trying to save.

You don't know who thought it would be a good idea to have a glass door there.

“Someone take the family outside, we don't need to take care of another heart attack” you said and a nurse ran outside.

You looked over his file, trying to get some extra information that could be helpful. You found nothing.

You took the reanimation paper from Lauren, since she was on vent duty, she was also responsible for writing what was done on every round.

5 rounds done, one shock and now more 4 rounds. “Next dose of epinephrine we substitute with vasopressin” You told Jeremy and he nodded. Sometimes we do that to improve de arterial pressure because that medicine causes de vases to compress and by consequence, the arterial pressure goes up.

After doing two more rounds you put the machine to work and readjusted the shock to a higher dose. The machine started counting down again and after the shock we finally had a pulse. Rebecca and the nurses cheered and you sighed relieved.

“Let’s start post resuscitation care” you said and everyone started walking around and doing their part.

“Good job” Jeremy whispered on your shoulder.

Once his heartbeat was stable you walked outside and looked for the woman you saw earlier. She was sitting on a bench outside with the nurse that left earlier. She was giving her water and calming the lady down. Tommy was next to them, he was having a smoke.

when she saw you, you could see the desperation on her eyes

“Oh please tell me my patrick is ok” she cried

You smiled “what’s your name?”

“Catherine” she answered holding the tears

“Okay, Catherine, your husband is recovering. We were able to bring him back” you smiled as she soundly breathed in and out, clearly relieved

“Thank god!” She said relieved, hand on top of her chest

“We will keep him overnight to take proper care of him, ok?” you said after you crunched in front of her feeling your legs hurt as you did. You just needed to put them up and get a long nap. She nodded and you continued “we will do some tests, to check his heart, to try and understand why this happened. ok?” she nodded again. you were talking slowly and calmly, trying your best to give her comfort and not scare her more “tomorrow a cardiologist will talk to him and he will get the best care. Now he is still asleep, and he can take some time to recover. I know it’s hard but could you tell me what happened right before he felt ill?” she nodded and started talking, like every good grandma she told you every detail. What you hoped to be a 5 minutes story became a 20 minutes one. Nothing very useful came from it, all you learned was that it probably was due to a random heart attack, not stress related and not labored related.

After she was done you took her to her husband and surprisingly, he was awake but still a little confused. A normal state after resuscitation. You told her it would take him some time to be properly conscious and she nodded

“Thank you so much, dear” she hugged you “thank you for saving my Patrick’s life”

“You are very welcome. Would you want us to call anyone?” You asked, worried for her

“Already did, sweetie. My children will be here shortly” she informed you, then she sat on the chair next to him and took a crochet project from her bag and started to crochet.

Adorable.

Walking outside, you decided to face the man who’s face you wanted to kiss and slap at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Tommy going back outside

“Came to see you” he said with half a smile

“Oh really?” you raised your eyebrow “just like that? out of the blue”

“Want me to leave?” he asked frowning as he threw the cigarette he was smoking on the floor and stepped on it.

“Do you really want to know the answer?”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, frowning harder

“I don't know, am I?” you asked

“Clearly. What did I do wrong?” he asked

You breathed deeply and looked up at the starly sky.

“Nothing. It 's stupid. I am just tired… i’m sorry” you said breathing deeply

“eh, I saw you in there. You were impressive. Sexy…” he said, his hand reaching your forearm and his thumb lightly caressing it.

“What are you doing here, Thomas ?” you asked again, this time allowing your voice tone to show your tiredness.

“You’re not enough reason?” he asked one of his brows slightly raised and you denied

“I don’t believe it” you admitted

“Alright. Since you’re my doctor, I think I should be honest. I had a lightly vertigo today. And, I also wanted to see you. So, I am getting two things done at the same time” he said with pride and you frowned

“What were you doing? I told you to rest” you asked

“Yeah, and I told you. I’ll rest when I'm dead…” he said, picking at the bridge of his nose as he broke contact with your skin.

“If you keep up, it will be faster than you expect” you said

“Optimistic, good” he mocked

“Since it’s an easy night, why don’t you come in and let me take a look at what is going on inside that head of yours” you said and he smiled

“You wouldn’t like to know” he said and came a step closer to you and whispered in your ear “unless you're ok with public sex”

You slapped his chest lightly pushing him and his smug smile away from you.

“You’re clearly deranged” you said and walked inside the hospital

“I am, please fix me doc” he said ironically, making you roll your eyes and chuckle

Before taking him to CT, to have a headscan you checked his reflexes and stitches, everything looked ok.

“What is he doing here?” Jeremy asked when you went to the computer in the small reception inside the trauma center to apply Tommy to the CT scan.

“He had vertigo today” you answered

“Vertigo? You told him that he could have some dizziness, right? Signs of light concussion?” he asked

“Yes, i did” you answered

“Oh, I see. he came for you” Jeremy said surprised “but why are you going with it? Just send him home, you’ll find nothing on CT… unless… you want him here” he smiled mischievously.

“Fuck off, i’m not in a good mood” you said and he raised his arms as if he had a gun pointed at him

“You know what's a good thing to improve a bad mood?” he asked with a smile and you looked at him “sex” he mouthed it dramatically

“That’s it, you’re fired” you said and he laughed.

“You wish” he smiled and walked away.

You walked back to Tommy and told him he was next and led him to the room where the machine was.

“Lay down” you said as he sat on the bed that rolled into the big donut “you will hear a loud noise and -”

“I know the drill, i remember” he interrupted you

“Ok, then lay down, please”

“Are there any cameras here?” he asked and you frowned

“I don’t know and stop it. I am not having sex with you” you said

“Why not? I’ll take good care of you” he reached for you but you stepped back

“Is that all you want? Am I risking my fucking life by staying close to you just because you want to fuck me?” You asked bluntly

“No, your life is at risk because you saved mine. Sex won’t change anything” he said naturally, as if the words that left his lips were normal to him.

“Why didn’t you text me?” you blurted out

“Oh, so that's what this is all about?” he chuckled

“Yeah, it’s stupid. I know, but at the same time it isn't! And can you blame me? You ask if I am up in the middle of the night. You come to my place, tell me my car was bombed on purpose and that people around you are dying, then i let my gard down because I am fucking terrified! We fucking kiss and god knows what we would have done if my brother hadn’t called me when he did. All i expected was a short message, something to show the you didn’t just want to fuck me. Would you have texted me if we did? Would you be here if we did? Will i fucking die?!” you let it all out

As you talked you could see his expression change, from “we are just having fun” to “this is serious talk”.

he clicked his tongue and left his mouth half open as if he was thinking

“I will you do my best so that doesn’t happen” he said after swallowing harshly

“Will that be enough?” you asked and he shrugged

“How can I know? I hope so” he said

“Great. Thanks… You seem like a very hopeful guy” you said mockingly

“Y/n, I didn’t think I needed to text anything” he admitted

Of course he didn’t. He’s a player and he doesn’t care. And that’s fine, you hardly know him but it’s a sign, he’s not showing interest. He could’ve asked how your mom was doing. How you were doing. But no. Not even a thumbs up emoji after you told him you were home.

You turned off the machine. “There's no need for this exam. You’re fine. Free to go. And do me a favor, Thomas… Stay away. I don’t need this crap”

He stayed motionless as you walked outside.

what a fucking great day, you thought

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years

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Hi, Aubrie!! Could you do a scenario (can be headcanons too if it's easier for you) with dad Slender and Jeff comforting doctor s/o whose first pacient died? (For clarification, it's Jeff's s/o and not separately) I really want to see some philosophical ideas about death coming from them (a little ironic, ik) or how they will just comfort the reader in this situation. Thank youu -your favorite simp, Jeff simp anon ✨✨✨

I went with HCs for this one, hope you enjoy. Also it’s not really mentioned but considering Slender is reader’s dad/parental figure, written assuming they’re a doctor in the Underworld just for consistencies sake

Whether it's your first patient or your 100th patient, losing them can be incredibly tough, and they're well aware of that. No matter how hard you try, what methods you put into practice, sometimes it just, unfortunately, turns out that your patient won't live through the procedure, won't be able to make it home, and it can be incredibly crushing, which is why they're more than willing to be there to help and comfort you.

It's Slender that you contact first, calling him in the middle of your shift and alerting him of what happened. He can hear the tears in your voice and the frustration at yourself failing to break through, and he does what he can to soothe you over the phone, talking you through it and reminding you that you can't blame yourself. You did everything you could to save that patient, put all of your knowledge into it, and followed the course of action you thought would be best. It isn't your fault they passed, not when you were fighting so hard to save them, and he does his best to help remind you of that. Sometimes people are meant to pass. Perhaps it would have been easier on them to not suffer through their pain anymore and you gave them relief, maybe it was just their time. There's no reason to spend all your time questioning it and feeling guilty.

He reminds you that he's proud of you and that you're capable of great things, and he reminds you that if you ever need to talk, he will always be there for you. It's Jeff that picks up the remaining pieces. Slender sends Jeff over to you with your favorite freshly made dessert, equipped with the knowledge of the situation, and ready to help however he can. When you walk through the door and Jeff is there, dessert in hand, and arms spread wide for a hug, you crumble. He holds onto you, pressing kisses to you as you grasp onto him and fall apart, and he soothes you until you're stable, swaying you back and forth and reminding you of how much he loves you, how everything will be okay, how you did your best. The two of you spend the rest of the night eating dessert and cuddling up together, seeking comfort from the physical affection Jeff is more than willing to provide for you, but if you need to talk, never hesitate to talk to him either. Both of them will always be there for you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer headcanon #jeff the killer headcanons #slenderman #slenderman headcanon #slenderman headcanons #slenderman x reader

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kartoffelblume · 4 years

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It calls me on and on across the universe

last clip ~ Masterpost

DONDERDAG 19:17

It's one of those days where they both grin into their salad while eating, each lost in their own thoughts. Thoughts in Robbes case means Sander.

How Sander held him close on the little blanket until the sun set and the stars rose - how they had talked and laughed together. How Sander already had a second snack prepared for later that night.

"So I guess your date was a success?"

His moms voice pulls him from his thoughts.

"It was."

It was not just a success, it was also beautiful, having an entire afternoon with Sander without any problems, no secrets, just two boys in love. One of those days Robbe wants to keep in his memory jar forever.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

Robbe just grins in answer and shakes his head.

"What about you, how was your day?"

Her smile widens - if possible - as she begins to talk.

"You were right. I finally talked to someone about the situation with my boss... And well, looks like I wasn't the only one who felt uncomfortable."

Robbe can't help but to feel incredibly proud of his mother - and relieved.

"And, what happened?"

"I was the first one who actually spoke up, but once I did my coworkers were asked as well. And it turns out not one of them could say that he was a good boss. If everything goes well I'll probably have a new boss soon!"

Now Robbe is grinning at least as much as his mum.

"Wow! That's great!"

It really is great. He was really worried about her - especially since the phone call. But now he could stop worrying about that.

"Yeah, I still can't believe it. Thank you for helping me honey!"

"No problem. I'm so glad that's over"

Glad that she doesn't have to worry about loosing her job anymore, glad that she doesn’t have to work all these extra hours anymore.

"Me too. But enough about me - you won't get around telling me a little about your date!"

At that Robbe has to laugh - of course she's too curious to let that slip.

"Okay, okay. He took me out for a picnic"

She really seems interested, gasps when he tells her about the mural and seems to be totally astonished by how Sander did it. But she also really wants to see it - something that is not really possible. Still, he's so glad both of them have happy things to tell this time.

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#wtfock #wtfam #it calls me on and on across the universe #This is a short one #I'm hoping I'm able to get back on a daily schedule but I'm not sure yet #Thank you for all the pacient readers out there #<3

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ladyperceval · 3 years

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Heyy dear could u do a smut where the reader looses its virginity with Daniel ric? PS he is very pacient and careful about it and give us butterflies

This one is also for @anxious-health

Warnings: Smut

3: My clothes look sexy on you

21: I trust you to be my first

You should’ve seen it coming, all the signs were there but this was some fucked up sign from the universe.

You were on a date with Dani, when the once bright and sunny day was ruined by an unexpected storm that came from nowhere. Luckily Dani’s place wasn’t that far, and you and Dani quickly ran towards his apartment.

Dani was quick to act, he pulled out one of his jumpers and quickly gave you one of his hoodies and left you alone to change. You came into the kitchen a few hours later, Dani wouldn’t stop staring at you, his eyes focused on you as he felt the blood rush to his dick. He wanted to treat you like a princess but the thoughts running through his head were enough for him to question his need to be a gentleman.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” you ask, becoming self-conscious your hand tugging on the bottom of the hoodie.

“No baby,” Dani says as he grabs your hand, puling you towards him. “You just look sexy in my clothes.” Your chest is pressed against his now, your hands on his shoulders as his arm wraps around your waist. You have to stand on your toes with how Dani is holding you, but you don’t complain.

“Thank you, baby.” You say a blush on your cheeks as you kiss him to say thank you.

“You don’t know what you do to me baby, I just want to take you here against the counter, but I need to treat you right princess.” He groans out, his hips unintentionally grinding against you. You gasp at the feeling.

You were a virgin, but just because you haven’t done the deed doesn’t mean you are as innocent as Dani seems.

Without saying a word, you grab his hand and pull him towards his bedroom. You push him towards the bed, making him sit as you slowly undress, you take of his hoodie and then your boring plain underwear which Dani is not at all interested in, instead his eyes look at you like you are the only thing that matters to him in this world. In Dani’s eyes you are the reason he exists.

He is quick to grab your waist and pull you towards him, his thumb tracing circles on your hip as he stares up at you. His eyes take you breath away, the feeling of butterflies disappearing as you see the love hidden in his eyes, the love that only you get from him, his sensitive side coming out as he looks up at you hiding nothing from you.

“I will sell my soul to just see you like this princess, but if you want me to stop or you don’t want to do this, just tell me my love because my needs are nothing compared to you being comfortable.”

You internally swoon at Dani’s words but instead you reply with “I love you” and a small smile.

The next word out your mouth has Dani pouncing on you. “I trust you to be my first”

Dani’s lips are on yours after that. He was kissing you, his body between your legs as you felt his hand move up down your body towards your centre. His thumb was quick to rub your clit, started with rubbing small circles on it, his lips moving to your neck so he could hear the small gasps you let out as his fingers slowly enter you, his thumb never leaving your clit. You gasp when you feel Dani’s fingers inside you, they are thicker and longer then your own. He is quick to use his fingers to reach the spots you were never able to. His thumb pressing down on your clit as his fingers start to thrust into you faster, he added another finger, your walls stretching around them as his lips moved down towards your breasts. His lips wrap around your right nipple, gently sucking at and causing you to grab his hair at the combined feeling, you start thrusting your hips against his fingers. You know you are close; Dani starts to rub your clit again and its enough to send you spiralling over the edge.

Dani takes his fingers out and licks them while you are coming off your high. He reaches to his bedside table, and you hear the foil wrap. Your eyes are still closed but they open when you feel Dani kiss your lips.

“Are you ready princess?” he asks, you nod your head, your hands coming up to hold his face. You flinch when he enters you the stretch a bit uncomfortable but not unwelcomed. He stops his movements and is quick to apologize before he gives a quick thrust.

He kisses the tears away from your face, his lips mumbling sweet nothings against your cheek as he waits for you to be comfortable.

After a few shallow breaths, you tap his shoulder and say “move please”

Dani doesn’t hesitate, he starts off slow with gentle thrusts, his length being squeezed by your tightness causing him to groan. “You look so beautiful princess” he says, his thrusts changing direction looking for that one spot. He knows he has found it when you moan his name.

You are quick to ask him to go faster and Dani does whatever his princess wants.

His pace picks up, his thrusts angled to hit that same spot every time. You are moaning underneath him, your hands scratching his back as Dani’s thrust start to become harder. You feel the tension building again and between moans you let out “close”, with that Dani’s finger is back on your clit rubbing circles and trying to get you to cum before him. He notices you are close when you start to squeeze him more and your breath starts to pick up more. His lips find your other nipple and he is quick to suck it as his finger presses down on your clit and his cock thrusts into your g-spot, you are screaming his name in seconds, your squeeze around him, his cock being milked of everything as he cums the same time as you.

Dani is careful not to collapse on you. He kisses your forehead and tells you to sleep when he notices you struggling to keep your eyes open. You are about to when you feel Dani get off the bed, you hear him come back and feel a warm cloth between your legs, smiling at how much Dani loves you. A minute later you feel him climb into bed next to you, his arm pulling you against his chest, he kisses your cheek and simply mumbles:

“I love you too”

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo smut #mclaren #prompts #formula one smut #f1 smut #f1

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etherwal · 3 years

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THE BNHA BOYS ON A SUMMER PICNIC WITH YOU

pairing: izuku x gn!reader, bakugo x gn!reader, shoto x gn!reader & kirishima x gn!reader.

warnings: pure fluff!

author's note: hey, this is a first for me, so please be kind. English is NOT my first language, and I am really nervous to post this, but I'm quite pride of it.

⭏♡ IZUKU MIDORIYA

he was probably the one that made it. He invited you, but he was so nervous! He started to stutter and asked Uraraka to give you an invitation. It was just a folded up white paper, with his round note inside:

"Picnic at 4 pm. Here's the adress: xxxxx. If you can't go, it's okay! Izuku :)"

Do I have to say that he genuinely thought you wouldn't accept it? He was mumbling about it all day, and even considered canceling it! But there you were, so beautiful with that smile on your face.

You two sat on the ground and there was that beautiful picnic including the red checkered tablecloth and a basket, and of course all your favorite foods and drinks. There was even music! A playlist full of the songs you hear the most.

Deku looked at you with expectation in his big green eyes. He sighed in relief as you smile even more and sit with him.

"You did all of this for me?"

"Of course y/n! You're the most important person and I'd love to be with you for this picnic. Not that I wouldn't like everybody else to be here but..."

And he started mumbling about it, until he heard you giggling, eating a piece of the watermelon. He was mesmerized by the view, but started apologizing for talking too much. You didn't mind, and to be sure he knew that you loved every part of him, including the mumbling, you kissed him.

With his red face, Izuku kissed you back. So, you stroked the boy's freckled cheeks and told him:

"Thank you, Izu. I love you."

And there, eating, kissing and laughing, Izuku knew he felt the same.

⭏♡ KATSUKI BAKUGO

I won't lie, you're probably the one who made it. I feel like Katsuki's love language is acts of service (no, i don't accept criticize on that).

Anyways, you invited him one week before it, and you tried to talk to him multiple times. But sometimes he was with Kirishima, later, he was studying and he didn't even want to talk to anyone, so he went to train and so on. By the end of the day, you didn't get the chance to properly invite him. So you texted!

"Hey! I couldn't talk to you earlier, and you're probably sleeping right now but, I wanted to invite you to my picnic. I'll send you the information later!"

He didn't even reply. You were sad but the show must go on, so you prepared everything. And oh, your surprise when you saw that angry face coming and sitting next to you.

"What? Didn't you call me here? Why are you surprised?"

Typical Katsuki. Not wanting to cause any trouble, you only said "nothing" and started to eat. There was several snacks and drinks that you knew he liked. Specially the spicy ones. And he noticed it, but didn't say a thing.

Then, he took out of his backpack a bunch of home-made food. Was it all of the sweets that you eat the most or are your eyes deceiving you?

"What are you looking at???? I just did it cause I know your foods are all industrial food, so they aren't healthy for me."

You knew he didn't like sweets that much, and you saw the blush on his cheeks so he was obviously lying, but you decided to let it go.

After a while, you two were actually having a great conversation, and Katsuki couldn't think straight when he saw your beautiful smile.

"You are so beautiful. Thanks for everything."

He thought. Yes, he just thought, he would NEVER admit it to you, but he want to watch and talk to you for the rest of his life.

⭏♡ SHOTO TODOROKI

Okay, so you did it. Sorry, but I DON'T think he would do such thing. He has never been to a picnic before, so please, be pacient with the boy.

You sent him a beautiful red envelope, with a formal and polite invitation inside, just like you thought he'd like.

"Dear Shoto Todoroki from Room 1-A of the Heroes Course,

It would be a pleasure to have you on my picnic on xxxx at 3 pm. Below is the address. From your classmate, Y/n L/n."

He thought it was pretty cool, and texted you an "I'll be there. Thanks for the invitation." I mean, he had no clue what he should take to the picnic, and he thought everybody from the class was invited. So, he went to Midoriya.

"Hey, Midoriya. What should I take for y/n's picnic?"

"Wait, Todoroki-kun... What picnic?"

And then Izuku spent half an hour explaining to his friend that this was actually supposed to be something just between you and him, and that Shoto could take something, but that it wasn't really necessary.

Shoto looked handsome when he appeared at the day. He took a lot of drinks and of course... SOBA! But when he looked at what you had prepared, he was quite shocked. There was a lot of soba for him! The fact that you remembered what was his favorite food got butterflies in his stomach.

"Thanks for the soba, y/n. I appreciate that."

Now he has an even deeper love for you. You, the person that organized all of that just for him and who was eating strawberries with a big smile on the face. Yeah, Shoto is in love, whatever that means.

⭏♡ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

Now, this one I think he could do it. Think: he is so sweet, daring and manly! And it was so hot that day that he HAD TO.

So he did. He invited you while talking, actually. Naturally, you accepted the invitation. But the Bakusquad couldn't ignore that convenience, and the blush on Eijirou's cheeks.

So, they were determined to make sure that everything went great (even Bakugo helped, although he will NEVER bring that up). So it went like this: Denki would buy a towel, Mina would buy sweets and drinks, Bakugo would cook the healthy food (according to him, the good food), Sero would buy candles to make it more romantic and Jirou would take care of the songs.

All settled, the day it was supposed to happen, the Bakusquad showed Kirishima what they have prepared. Kiri wanted to tell them that he already did everything, but his friends were so happy that they didn't even listen.

At the time that you arrived, Kirishima was already at the Bakusquad picnic and you sit there, thinking that it was... hm... a little too much. But you weren't going to say anything.

And of course, everything fell apart.

Denki was supposed to be the waiter for you, but when he was taking the glass of coke, he spilled on Jirou's notebook, what ruined the music. Than, he tried to wipe it of with his hands, and wanna guess? He somehow bumped into a candle and the towel started to burn. Ok, now all of your friends were trying to help and were screaming. Oh gosh.

"Hey, come with me!"

Kiri hold you hand and you two ran off to the CORRECT place, the one he prepared and was much simpler. There was a small towel, a few snacks and a couple of drinks. Perfect.

"I'm sorry for that, my friends can be... a little bit too much."

You laughed. He was so mesmerized by your laugh, it was so manly!

"It's okay. What matters is that now I'm here with you. Thanks, Eiji."

He had a big smile in his face, and, oh gosh, was it great to have you so close. You two had a peaceful and amazing evening, and at the end you two were sleeping together on the grass.

"I told you guys it would work at the end!"

"Shut up Denki!"

END<3

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bonbonthedragon · 4 years

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1, 10, 12 from your prompt list with bakugo x reader? maybe the reader went on a date and it ended horribly, like the person was a creep or hurt her or something and she called bakugo and he was being an asshole as per usual?? it can be platonic! thanks, sorry to bother you

You didn’t bother me at all!!!!! Thank you for requesting and being pacient! Isaw your other note about just doing two, but I went ahead and did the three :) hope that was ok! Hope you like it! I loved how well these went together!

Bakugou x pro!fem!reader

Bad date

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“Can we just go home?”

Warnings: cursing, vary little suggestive themes

Word count: 2674

Bakugou walked up the steps to your apartment, the familiar, yet annoying, giddiness beginning to set in his stomach. Once he saw your door, he mindlessly began to brush off any possible dirt off his t-shirt and sweats, running a hand through his hair to make it more fluffy, then stopped. Why the hell did he always do that when he was about to see you? He shook his head, cursing the rising heat that was soon to set on his cheeks. Damn it, why’d you always have to make him feel such weird shit?

He took out his keys, flipping through the multiple ones until he found yours. He opened the door, knocking on it before completely walking in “it’s Bakugou” he shouted, making you aware of his presence. He stepped in, shutting it behind him and looked around, the place, clean as usual, but the sink loaded with dirty dishes.

“Tch,” he walked over to the pile, rolling up his sleeves and began to work.

You heard the noise from the kitchen, getting up from your vanity and curiously peeking your head out of your room “eek!” You blushed perfidiously, running back in your room and putting on your robe. You finally walked out, sneaking up behind him and tapping his shoulder as your passed by and grabbed a drink from the fridge “I didn’t know you were stopping by”

He stiffened a little at your touch “I shouted when I walked in” he turned around, looking at your back side as you rummaged through the fridge, his eyes trailed down to your legs, the robe your wore ending just a few inches below your thighs “ahem” he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his chest tighten a bit.

You turned around, meeting his eyes “thank for doing the dishes, but I was going to do them when I got back” you quirked an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink.

“Fuck you, I wanna do em. And I thought you weren’t patrolling today?”

“O-oh” you scratched the back of your neck “I’m not, I’m going...on a date”

He stilled, his heart clenching and frowned “why?”

“Am I not allowed to date?”

His frown deepened

“I’m kidding, it’s just with someone my mom suggested, one of her friends sons. Said something about needing to get out more” you rolled your eyes at the last sentence

He followed you back to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed as you went to your bathroom and got changed “I thought you hated dates...and people” he committed, something that you both disliked.

You chuckled “yeah, I’m not a fan of dates, nor am I a fan of people I don’t know-“ you opened the door “think this is ok?” You motioned to your dress, small blush tinting you’re features.

He thanked for the dim lighting in the room, feeling his heart leap, his face became a blushing mess. Shit. You looked pretty-scratch that, you looked fucking stunning. “I-y-yeah” he looked away, pouting “looks fine”

He wouldn’t mind if you dressed like that for him...he could get used to seeing you in dresses.

“That’s good” you sighed, reaching for your shoes “pffft why are you pouting” you snickered

His pout grew, quickly becoming angry at the thought of some low life seeing you look like this. He only wished you would be going on the date with him and not some extra. Hell, he could have sworn you at least you returned his feelings a little, guess fucking not if you were going out with someone else.

You made your way toward the blond, beginning to play with his hair “aww don’t be sad, I’ll be back soon and we can rent a mo-“ he slapped your hand away, getting up and leaving you in the room. You quirked an eyebrow, he never let you stop once you played with his hair. You followed him out your room, watching him slip back on his own shoes “katsuki? Where you going?”

“Home” he opened the door, only for you too grab the end of his shirt, he turned around “what”

“Are you mad at me?”

He bit his lip, he didn’t want to be mad at you, he wasn’t. He was mad that you were letting some douche bag be more important than him “no” he shut the door, leaving you in the door way, utterly confused.

—

You waited in the front of your building, Kei’s car driving up. He got out of the car, coming over to you with a big smile on his face. You admit that he was hansom, he towered over you and he was built. He greeted you, opening the door and helping you in. You couldn’t lie that it warmed your heart.

Once in the car, you attempted to make conversation, trying to lighten the mood, except he only nodded, smiling along. You eventually became quiet, deciding maybe he didn’t want to talk. You leaned back, closing your eyes and enjoying the ride until you made it to the theater.

Maybe katsuki would want to watch a movie at your house after, then you could actually relax in comfy clothes and spend some time with him. Your cheeks heated up at the thought, you smiled. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a hand graze your thigh, the feeling making you tense and blush more. You slowly looked back at kei, who had his eyes on the road but his free hand was dangerously close to your legs.

“Oops! Sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine!” You squeaked, grabbing the ends of your dress and pulling it down as far as it would go.

He glanced over to you, you could feel his eyes on you, not daring to look back “I like that dress on you” he stated, smirk playing on his lips “looks nice”

You gulped, it was a complement, but it just felt weird. You mumbled a thank you, the rest of the drive was quiet, except for his hand occasionally getting closer to you and his eyes going lower with each glance.

You visibly sank lower into your seat when the two of you pulled up to the theater. He again opened the door for you and offered his hand, you hesitantly took it, letting him help you out of the car before he closed it, removing his hand from yours and moving it to the small of your back. You stepped away a little, trying to give yourself some space, but each time you did, he just asked why you were being so shy, that he wouldn’t bite, all the while giving you that annoying ass smirk.

You were shaking, cold but mostly nervous, a bit scared too. You were a rising hero, you shouldn’t be frightened of this guy, yes he was taller and much larger than you, but you were stronger, heck, you could beat Bakugou in a fight. So why did kei intimidate you so much? You swallowed thickly as you sat down, the male sitting right next to you, hand again finding it’s was to the hem of your dress. You stilled, closing your eyes while the movie played, each minute his hand being higher and higher than before. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, he was making you fell so weak, so vulnerable, your bottom lip began to quiver a little. Pathetic, you thought, just tell him to stop, but no words came out. You froze, his other arm slinging around your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand sliding to your chest and the other further up your thigh.

“Having fun?” He asked. You could hear him smirking.

His hand hiked all the way up your dress now, other grouping at your breast. You felt the tears fall to your cheeks, you bit the inside of your lip, grabbing the hand on your thigh and pulled it off you “N-no!” You shouted, you didn’t care about the others looking or scolding your for interrupting. You wanted out of there. You wanted away from him.

You ran to the bathroom, unable to stop the tears that threatened to fall with each second, your chest ached and you trembled. You wanted out. You wanted away from him and this stupid building. You looked in your purse, rummaging around to look for your wallet. Nothing. You weren’t exactly close to your house, you didn’t have any money to take the train and your card was in your wallet. You sucked in a breath, composing your self and took out your phone.

—

Bakugou huffed, taking the weight and lifting it back above his head while kirishima spotted him from behind. Bakugou lifted it again, letting it back down with a growl and set it back on the stand. Kirishima took the opportunity to place his hands on his friends shoulders playfully “you seem tense” he teased. The ash-blond jerked away, standing up and stomping over to his locker, the red just behind him.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Fuck off” he seethed, walking over to the punching bag, Kiri still behind him.

“Where’s (y/n)? Normally you work out together.”

Bakugou punched the bag harder, the stand falling over with a loud thud, making the red jump.

“On a fucking date” he snarled

Kirishima’s slightly scared expression quickly turned into a smirk “oooohhhhh, that’s why your on edge, your little crush is going out with someone else~”

Bakugou whipped around “yeah! She fucking is! And it’s really fucking annoying!” He shouted, causing a few heads to turn “she seemed so casual about it too- like it didn’t matter-“

-Ring-

His ears perked, taking out his phone from his pocket, seeing your name flash across the screen. He glared at the devise, pressing decline. It only rang again, your name back on the screen seconds later, again ignoring the call.

“Dude, your not going to answer it?” Kirishima asked, his own phone suddenly ringing. He picked it up “hey (y/n)!” He smiled, dodging bakugou from taking the phone “yeah he’s right here-“ he handed it to Katsuki, the blond growling and snatching the phone away from him, holding it to his ear.

“What” he hissed

“Katsuki?”

His glare faltered, you voice sounded...upset?...no, why the hell would you be upset if you were on a great date with a great fucking extra, he clenched his fist ��what the hell do you want?”

you were taken back by his tone, it was full on venom “u-um-“

“Spit it out already, I don’t have all fucking day-“

“Can you come and get me? Please?” you quickly mumbled

“Huh?” He couldn’t hear you, you repeated it a bit more loudly “what? Fuck no”

Your brows knitted together in frustration “just- please?”

“Why the hell ask me? Why not your new boyfriend?” He hissed again

Your mouth hung open at the response, choosing to keep your composer, but it wouldn’t last long with how he was talking to you “I’m just asking if you can drive a little to come get me, I’ll return the favor-“

“Oh fuck you- just take the train or some shit-“

“I don’t have my wallet!” You shouted back, tears springing at your eyes

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have fucking left it at your house like an idiot!”

You couldn’t believe him right now, your face becoming hot and seethed back while you almost sobbed “never mind” you nearly whispered, voice low and defeated “forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“w-wait- (y/-“ but you’d already hung up. He cursed himself, looking back at his phone to call you back, but saw a voice mail you left him from the first call, he pressed it.

“K-katsuki?” You croaked, voice weak and broken. Had you been crying? “I-um could you maybe pick me up, I-I forgot my wallet and can’t get home unless I walk and-well it’s kinda far...um...kei-the guy who took me was” you shuddered “he was- touching me...I just-...n-never mind, call me back when you can-“

It ended. His heart sank. Fuck, he messed up. He gathered his things, grabbing his duffel bag and headed out the door, ignoring his friends questions.

—

He showed up at the theater, stepping inside when he saw a man furiously walking down the hall, shouting your name. This must have been the shitty extra. His anger skyrocketed, his face absolutely red in rage. This man had hurt you. Well now katsuki was about to return the favor.

He walked toward him, Kei stopping and starting back at Bakugou.

“Hey man,” kei began as if they were friends “have you seen a woman, about this tall, (h/c) hair,” he brought his hand to his mouth, as if he was telling a secret “sexy as fuck, like seriously, I swear I was about to get a good night but then she ran off-“

Yeah no. Bakugou punched him square in the jaw, the other male doubling over and holding his face. Katsuki didn’t give him time to breath, taking the collar of his jacket and pushing him against the wall “listen here you little shit, your going to tell me where she went and then stay far, far away from her. Got it? Cause if I see your shitty ass face again Or anywhere near her, I will blow your ass into next week” he snarled

The man visibly began to shake, shaking his head frantically “i-I don’t know man! She just stormed out!”

The blond dropped him, letting kei fall to the ground and scramble away. He looked everywhere, walking back into the theater you were in and never down every hall, until he head sniffles from the woman’s bathrooms, it was your voice. He opened the door, not giving two shits it was the woman’s bathroom. He still didn’t see you, instead seeing a similar set of shoes under a stall door. He stood by it.

“(Y/n)?” he said softly, the sound even surprising himself “hey, come out”

He watched the door slowly open, revealing your head facing down, looking toward the ground, avoiding his gaze. He frowned.

“Hey” he said again, voice still low

You looked up, your red blood shot eyes meeting his. His jaw clenched, chest dropping at the sight of your previously tear stained face. He didn’t say anything, instead bringing you into a hug and rested his head on top of yours, rubbing your back.

“M’ sorry” he mumbled

You slowly felt the lump come back up your throat, breath hitching and quietly cried, tightening your hand into fist and balling up his jacket.

“I-I’m sorry” you laughed a little “this is pretty pathetic as a pro hero-“

“No it’s not” he mumbled “fuck that guy- he shouldn’t have made you feel this way...”

“Can we just go home?” You asked

He pulled away, taking off his coat and wrapping it around you before smirking and picking you up as if you were a feather, you squeaked, instinctively wrapping your legs around his torso as he walked out the bathroom and the theater. Once you reached his car, he leaned you against it.

“You ok?” He asked. You nodded, letting you down and helped you in the car.

“I’m glad that’s over” you breathed, leaning back against the seat and wrapped his jacket closer around you and snuggling into it, eyes fluttering shut. He leaned over, pushing your head playfully

“fuck that,”

You re-opened your eyes, looking at him questionably.

He couldn’t help the blush that painted his cheeks and ears with his next words “dates not over cause I’m finishing it.” He kept his eyes on the road, refusing to meet your own “can’t just let you go back home when you dressed so beautiful for a night out” me mumbled, hesitantly looking back at you.

You smiled, making his heart race “sounds good” you said simply.

Bonus:

You reached over, taking your fork and stealing a piece of katsuki’s cake, plopping it in tour mouth

“Damn it woman! You have your own!”

“I know, but I like how yours taste”you said in between chews

“Maybe you should have gotten the chocolate one then!”

—

You reached over again when you thought he wasn’t looking, eyes focused on the delicious cake and not on the blond grabbing your arm and planting a kiss on your lips.

You looked back at him, blushing. He licked his lips, smirking at you “you taste better”

Masterlist

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years

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House of Lust (part 2)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader.

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: mentions of violence.

The Abbé du Maupas was right. The judge freed him a few days later after he knew his parents will save him from the asylum.

The audience with the judge was short. He had to walk again to the trial's chamber, dressing only black pants, a pair of boats and a white shirt, both hands in chains.

He sitted next to his lawyer, a tall man with red hair. He didn't know him. In fact, he didn't even know his name. The man presented his case as a mistake. He was condemned five years ago for a crime he didn't commit.

A famous case a the moment, the judge remembered. The Marquis de Sade was a very well known name in the whole Europe. And being his killer wasn't something hidden.

The judge finally accepted he was innocent. He was just administrating the sacrament of the extreme unction to a dying Marquis when he swallowed the Holly Cross that François presented him to kiss as symbol.

He just wanted to save his soul before he died moments later, because he couldn't do it while the Marquis was alive. Who would know the Marquis would be committing suicide, killing himself with the cross?

The principal witness was Valcour. He testified against Roger-Collard. He was actually out the Marquis' cell when all that happened, and he finally said everything he heard at the time.

The other witness was the Abbé du Maupas himself, who used to talk with him while he was in the cell. The Abbé said he was a good man, and didn't deserve to be in there, caged as an animal. In fact, he added that François should get his title again.

In less than an hour, François was free. He was out the building, touching his own wrists, still feeling the metal of the handcuffs scratching his soft skin. The lawyer, Maupas and Valcour were with him.

Was he really cured? Did he really deserved to be an Abbé again? Did he really changed after five years? Maybe he never changed. Maybe he was a little dog to Roger-Collard.

His world started to fall down when the horrific alienist doctor came to Charenton. The Marquis was publishing with Madeline's help behind his back, yes. But the doctor was the one who started to torture the pacients and the one who collapsed all the inmates activities: the theatre, the watercolor exercises, the games.

He mock at him when he defended her while she was being punished for helping the Marquis. He was the one who let Madeline die, closing the door, not letting her the chance to escape from Bouchon, his murderer. And he was actually the one who asked him to punish the Marquis by cutting off his tongue.

Roger-Collard was the real Demon. He still wanted revenge. But he will never see his face again. At least, he wanted to give him a good punch in the middle of his eyes for what he did to Madeline. He missed her a lot.

When he decided he would dedicate hiw own life, flesh and soul to God, he never thought his heart would follow the beautiful chambermaid that worked in the asylum.

When she confessed her love to him, he closed his eyes. He remembered so damn well how he rejected her that night. He was taking her away from the Marquis. She asked him to stay in the asylum. She said she loved him.

Those certain feelings he didn't want to show to her... Those feelings he thought incited people to act in a bad way... Those feelings betrayed him at that moment. He kissed her.

The feeling of her mouth, her lips, her tongue. It was all a real paradise. And when she pressed her body to him, he stepped away a few inches, a "no" escaping from his lips.

She thought she was doing him wrong. Actually, he had a hard on just for kissing the girl. He said he loved her as a child of God. She misunderstood this. And left by his petition, crying. When he got out the room, decided to bring her back, she was gone.

He cried that night, his head spining for those kisses as if he just tasted the most powerful drug. He desired her. And that was his chance. A few more kisses, and Madeline surely would took his shirt off and push him to the bed.

She had a lot of control of her feelings. He didn't. And when he went to apologize, she said "don't came closer, God's watching" or something like that. She died being angry with him. And that was hurting him so much since then.

"Abbé de Coulmier" he heard while thinking in Madeline. It was her voice. "Abbé de Coulmier" the voice reprised.

"Abbé de Coulmier." Said the lawyer. It was him calling. And François came back to reality.

"I'm not an Abbé anymore, monsieur. I'm just François." He answered, with a low, shy voice that wasn't common in him.

"If you say that, Ab---François. But now you have the chance to be that man again, you know?"

"How?" The confusion ran through his all body. The Pope himself, or that was what he heard once, decided to retire his title from him. He was not longer a servant of the Lord.

The lawyer took a paper, a letter, from his jacket. François look around. People were walking in those beautiful streets. But Valcour and the Abbé du Maupas were not there.

"Take it." The lawyer said, giving him the letter. "It's very important. You have to read it, Abbé."

François exhaled hot breath. He was a little cold, only his shirt protecting him from the easy wind. "Where are the other men?" He asked. "Where are Valcour and Maupas?"

"Oh, they just left. They couldn't leave Charenton too much time."

"Oh, I see. I just wanted to thank them for saving me, that's all".

"Well, you can do it. Write them a letter, or go seeing them."

"But I don't have any money. I don't even have more decent clothes than these."

"That's why you gotta read the letter, Abbé." He said, handing him his own jacket.

The lawyer turn around. When he was just about to leave, François approach to him, and touched his shoulder. They shook hands for the first time.

"Good luck, François." He said, putting his hat on.

"I don't even know your name!" He said while seeing the man leaving.

"Donatien!" He answered, more and more invisible into the mist.

François was thinking. That Donatien guy was very different to another Donatien he knew once, the Marquis himself. The voices in his head had stopped after he left Charenton. But now, all his being was telling him to read the paper.

He put on his new jacket, feeling better against the cold. And he walk a few meters, sitting in the steps of a house. He opened the envelope. And started to read.

François.

You are most important to us that you think. But the real thing, my son, it's that we can't see you again. Not for now, at least. We're in Spain. We had to run, because some jacobins still wanted to kill us.

I don't know what you think, but your father and I love you, my boy. And we want you to be free, and happy, as you've always been. That's what we contacted some friends of us. They'll help you to get out from Charenton.

You have to go to the address that's at the end of this letter. They are the people who hired the lawyer. They'll give you assistance of all kind and a roof. I hope you trust them as we do, my boy. We miss you so much.

With love, Anaïs and Clément de Coulmier.

P.S: Go to Villa d'Évreux. They must receive you well there. In the envelope you will find money to pay the trip. Go find a carriage that can take you.

Those were the first words he had read from his parents in, at least, ten years. Just a few lines, and every memory from his childhood came to him, making him shed some tears over the ink lines. He really missed them, more than God at least.

He started to walk, asking to the owners of the carriages if they knew that Villa d'Évreux. One of them did. And he took him to the ride.

Some women looked at him in a devilish way. Not bad, just desire in their faces. He never thought he was hot or handsome at least. He never thought any girl could feel something for him. But damn, he was so wrong!

Every girl in the asylum felt like a melting mess while he walked the corridors. Madeline was the epitome of that. And he used to wear his sacred clothes at that time! What could he expect while walking in Paris with such a normal look?

François look behind the little window. Paris changed a lot since he walk those streets the last time. It just seemed so much more civilized, so much more clean and calm.

Maybe he wasn't now just the only person in the world that hasn't succumbed yet to every spasm of lust and evil, noteven when all that bad happened. That was, at least, what he thought. But he wasn't right at all. Not with the people he was going to meet.

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All I Wanted - Part 7

a Javier Peña x Reader series

Word count: 5.3k (gif from @pedroispunk)

Warnings: hospital/medical lingo; umm mentions of licking (NOT the sexy kind); mentions of blood/gore/stabbing; tickles

S/O: the beautiful Sarinaaa @captainclod my lovely tumblr wiiife

A/N: this goes back and forth in POV, but it’s mostly the Reader’s perspective; i kind of struggled with this one cuz I kept going back and forth between tragedy/happiness lol hope you guys like it! 😚💕 (translations at the end | masterlist in bio)

Part 7 – The Only Exception

You’re standing in front of a blue house you’ve never seen before, the dark wooden door being the only thing separating you from what’s within. You don’t remember how you got here, but somehow you know - you feel - that this is your home.

You reach for the doorknob and find it locked, but as you let your arm fall to the side you hear something clink on the wooden porch below your feet - a key. You bend down to pick it up and place it into the keyhole, feeling the lock shift and click open as you turn the doorknob. When you push the door open, a bright light beams in your face and you have to cover your eyes with your arm to block it out.

Suddenly you’re standing in a hallway, the cream-colored walls on each side of you are covered in picture frames of various shapes, but the photos are all blurry so you can’t make the images out. You reach out to touch one but you’re quickly startled by a high-pitched scream coming from somewhere in the house. You instinctively reach for the gun in your holster but when you reach back all you feel is the material of your shirt. That’s weird, you think to yourself, I practically sleep with that thing on.

You hear another scream and your adrenaline spikes as you sprint down the hallway to find the screaming person and help them, but your feet skid to a stop when you reach what looks like the living room of the house. The borders of the room appear fuzzy, almost fluid-like, and you see shadows moving in the middle of the space. You take a cautious step forward and then–

“Mommy!” a small child is crashing into you, wrapping their small arms around your middle. You look down at the child - a little girl, no older than five - as you pick her up and squeeze her close to your chest, planting a kiss on her cheek. Somehow, you know that this is your daughter, but you can’t seem to remember her name. When she leans back from your embrace, you notice she wears a necklace with the letter M on it - this must be the first letter of her name.

“Hello, my love. What are you doing up so late?” the words fall out of your mouth like you’ve said them a million times before, as you rub your nose against hers, making M giggle. She begins to speak but is interrupted by another voice coming from the middle of the room, “Mommy’s home!” as another child - a little boy, appearing to be the same age as M - runs to your side and latches onto your leg, resting his cheek against your thigh when he looks up at you - your son. He also wears a necklace, but with the letter P on it. You set M back on the ground, bending at the waist, and reach for P to pull him into an embrace, “And you, sweet boy. What are you both still doing awake?” You can’t help but notice how much he looks like–

“Uhh, that might be my fault - actually,” a deep voice comes from above. Placing your hands on your hips, you stand up to your full height and shake your head at Javier, “Mhmm, and why exactly is it your fault that our children are still awake at this hour?” you ask with an amused smirk when he bites his lip like he’s trying to come up with a good explanation.

The twins giggle amongst themselves as they look from you to Javier. He walks forward, closing the gap between the two of you, “Well, it’s kind of a funny story–” he starts when P speaks over him excitedly, “We were having a tickle fight!” and he and M burst out laughing, the high-pitched sound resembling the screams you had heard when you first entered the house.

You look back at Javier with mock horror, “A tickle fight?! Without me?!” you say as you reach for the two little ones and pull them towards your body, tickling their tummies as you hold them close. They’re combined laughter makes your body shake as well, or maybe that’s from your own laughter bubbling to the surface. Javi stands back with his arms crossed, chuckling to himself and just watching you play with the children.

You meet his eyes and find yourself smiling just as wide as he is, saying, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten just how ticklish you are, Daddy,” you say with a laugh as the children gasp at one another like they’ve just discovered a long-lost treasure. Releasing the twins with a wink, you waltz your way over to Javier, innocent as can be. He watches you with hungry eyes, and something much softer - a mixture of awe and devotion. You wrap your arms around his waist and lean forward like you’re going to kiss his lips and then–

“GET HIM!” you shout as you lock your arms around him, holding him in place while the children run and jump on the both of you, sending the four of you crashing to the ground with a soft thump.

“Tickle Daddy!” P exclaims to his sister as he goes to sit on Javi’s lap and tickles his ribs and stomach. Javi’s rumbling laughter is so contagious, you find yourself falling back onto the floor, unable to control your own laughter. You turn and find his laughing eyes watching you as you say, “I think it’s safe to say you’ve lost this fight, Javi,” you chuckle.

“My Javi!” M shouts as she bellyflops onto Javi’s chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. He clutches her to his chest in a bear hug, “That’s right, mi amor - I’m all yours,” he says as he kisses the top of your daughter’s head.

P comes around to your side and jumps onto your chest the same way M leapt onto her father’s and says, “My Mommy!” you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tight, brushing the (Y/H/C) hair back from his face, “Sweet boy, Mommy loves you SO much,” you kiss his cheek and let him rest his head against your chest as you turn back to Javi.

He brings a finger to his lips, gesturing for her to not make any noise, and points down toward M, who’s now snoring as she sleeps peacefully on Javier’s chest. You feel P’s breathing even out as well and you know he’s fast asleep. Your heart feels completely full in that moment, as you gaze into Javier’s eyes, which are swirling with emotions similar to your own.

You mouth, “My Javi,” with a silent chuckle and a roll of your eyes. Javi grins and lifts his eyebrows as if to say hey, what can you do? You shake your head lightly at him, your smile growing wider.

You stare at each other for a while, listening to the children breathe as they sleep, then Javi mouths, “I love you.” You’re about to mouth the words back when suddenly you feel a stabbing pain in the left side of your chest.

You look up and gasp harshly, trying to pull air into your lungs but you feel like you’re drowning. You look back to Javi for help but he isn’t looking at you anymore. He’s staring up at the ceiling, a blank look in his eyes. The children have disappeared as well and you feel an icy chill run down your spine to the tips of your fingers and toes. Then your body is being thrown into a metal chair that appears out of nowhere. Still struggling to breathe, you look down at Javier and that’s when you notice the blood spilling from his mouth, his eyes half-lidded and empty.

You feel tears fall down your cheeks, but they’re cold as ice and they freeze painfully to your skin as you start to hyperventilate. There’s another pain in your side and when you look down towards the area, you see a large blade sticking out of your chest. Your eyes trail up the arm of the person holding the knife until you reach his face and they collide with the tall, lanky man.

He’s smiling down at you - his teeth jagged and sharp - as his tongue, like that of a snake, slithers out and licks the side of your face. He pulls the knife from your chest and you try to scream but nothing comes out.

The last thing you see is Javier’s lifeless body being devoured by a river of blood before the monster slices his blade across your throat.

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“What happened?! Why is she-” Javier cries out in desperation as a couple nurses proceed to push him back towards the door.

“Lo siento, señor. Tiene que esperar afuera mientras atendemos a la paciente,” one of the nurses tells him as they close the door in his face. He rushes over to his left, trying to see anything through the small window of your room, but the curtain around your bed is blocking his view and all he can see is the silhouettes of the doctors and nurses frantically moving about.

Will someone just tell me what the fuck is going on? Javier thinks as he runs both hands through his hair, tugging harshly from the frustration of being separated from you - again.

One minute he’d been flying high from the thought of you dreaming about him, and the next minute - everything went to shit.

“Javier - what’s wrong?” he turns at the sound of his partner approaching, holding a bouquet of flowers Javi assumes were meant for your bedside table. Steve looks confused and grows more concerned with every second that passes without Javier responding.

“I - I don’t know. She was fine - I mean, she’s in a coma - but she was stable and then–” Javier stops abruptly when the door to the room opens and several nurses begin to file out, all wearing faces of exhaustion. Javi spots the nurse who he was speaking with before all the chaos and he implores, “What happened? She’s - is she–” he swallows hard, unable to voice his biggest fear.

The nurse gives him a sympathetic smile and says, “One of her fractured ribs punctured her left lung, causing it to collapse and the doctors had to - uh, no sé cómo decirlo en Inglés,” the nurse offers apologetically.

“Intubate?” Steve asks, familiar with the medical lingo thanks to his wife.

“Eso - yes, that. The doctors had to intu-bate her, so she could breathe. She’s stable now, but still very fragile. You can go back in if you like, but be very gentle,” the woman tells them, keeping her eyes on Javier. She gets called away by one of the other nurses, but before she walks off, she reaches for Javi’s hand saying, “Ay muchachito - veo que tú la quieres mucho. Estamos haciendo todo lo que podemos por ella, pero también tienes que tener fe. Dios sabe lo que hace y estoy segura que Él no la tomará antes de que ella sepa todo lo que sientes por ella.” She rests her other hand on Javi’s cheek for a brief moment before walking away towards the nurse’s station.

The woman reminds him so much of his mother - the way she used to touch his cheek when he was sad or scared, offering him words of comfort. To this day, the sweet sound of her voice echoes through the hallways of his mind.

Tienes que tener fe - his mother would assure him as she lay dying from a sickness he didn’t understand as a boy. Easier said than done, mamá, he thinks as he turns to enter your room, preparing himself for the worst.

You look the same as you did just before he was forced out of your room, save for the giant tube taped to your mouth and snaking down your throat. He takes a few steps closer to your bedside as he hears Steve walk in behind him, inhaling sharply. This is the first time he’s seen you in the hospital, so it doesn’t surprise Javi when Steve stops in his tracks.

“There’s - she’s - fuck, why does she need so many machines?” Steve asks, placing the flowers he was holding onto the foot of the bed.

Several seconds pass before Javi whispers “she’s dying,” as he gently places his hand over yours and leans back in the chair at your bedside. He settles in, prepared to stay the whole night, the next day - the whole fucking month if he has to - until you wake up and he can hold you in his arms again.

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4 days later

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the annoying beeping sound coming from your left. You squint your eyes open, blinking several times to adjust to the bright letters being displayed on the heart monitor.

Heart monitor?

You open your eyes a bit wider to get a better look at your surroundings. I’m in a hospital bed, you reason to yourself as you look down and see an IV port sticking out of your left arm. Your tired eyes scan across the room until they land on Javier - Javi - who’s lightly snoring as he sleeps in the chair next to you. That’s when you notice for the first time since you woke up that he’s holding your hand in his, resting them both on the right side of the bed.

Javi, you try to say but your throat feels like you’ve been guzzling dry sand for days - how long have I been out? When your voice fails, you grip Javi’s hand as tight as you can, causing him to stir in his sleep.

Without opening his eyes he mumbles, “Ya te dije, señora - I’m not leaving until she - wakes up,” he yawns as he speaks. You dig your nails into his skin, urging him to wake up and look at you. Hello, genius, I am awake, you think with a small grin when he finally starts to open his eyes.

They widen instantly when they make contact with yours and Javier bolts forward in his seat, “You’re - Dios mio, you’re awake,” he laughs to himself, his breaths coming in fast. Still holding your hand in his own, he runs the other through his hair while he struggles for words. With a voice full of awe and incredulity, he says, “I - fuck, I can’t believe - I was so scare– wait, how do you feel? Are you in any pain?” he scoots his body closer to you, his ass nearly falling off the edge of his seat. You shake your head and you feel butterflies soar in your stomach at seeing him so concerned for you.

“I’m OK,” you rasp out, bringing your other hand to your throat as you swallow dryly. Javi instantly stands up and reaches over you to the table on the other side of the bed, the scent of soap and everything Javi follows him. After a few seconds, he sits back down, holding a small styrofoam cup with a straw in it.

“Here, drink this,” he says quietly as he brings the straw to your lips, careful not to spill water on you. He keeps his eyes on yours, barely blinking for fear of losing even a second of seeing you, eyes wide and full of life. You drink slowly, wincing the first couple times until you feel your throat becoming less dry. “Better?” Javi whispers when you stop drinking, neither of you looking away from the other person. You nod in response and take a deep breath as he sets the empty cup on the bedside table closest to him.

The silence in the room feels heavy, but not in an awkward way. No - it’s heavy with words being left unsaid, each of you afraid to voice the emotions rooted deep within. Your heart is racing and you hope he doesn’t notice the beeping of your heart monitor speed up as you continue to stare at one another. Javi gently strokes his thumb over the top of your hand still being held in his comforting grip as he whispers, “I thought I’d lost you, hermosa - when I saw you tied to that chair, I just - I thought–” he swallows and looks away for a moment, his eyes haunted.

You lean forward slightly while biting your lip to keep from crying out as pain shoots up your left side. Lifting your free hand to rest on his cheek, you gently turn his head to bring his gaze back to you - to bring him back to you.

“You didn’t lose me, Javi,” you whisper as you caress his skin, “I’m right here - a little bruised and sore, but I’m alive - because of you,” your words become almost inaudible because of the lump forming in your throat from all the emotions rising to the surface, “You saved me and–” you pause to take an unsteady breath as Javier hangs on your every word, his eyes never wavering from yours.

You swallow hard, the words on the tip of your tongue as you start, “And I lo–” just as the nurse walks in with a gasp, unintentionally speaking over you, “Dios mio - you’re awake!” she exclaims with a wide smile. She aims her smile towards Javier, who returns it with a small, but genuine one of his own. He squeezes your hand in reassurance when the nurse walks over to you and places a hand on your thigh, “Ay señorita, no sabe la alegría que tengo a verle despierta - estábamos todos preocupados por usted,” her smile turns more playful when she leans in and continues, “Sabe, su prometido no se ha ido de su lado en todo este tiempo,” she breathes a dramatic sigh, “i hope my husband takes care of me like that - bueno, si es que algo grave me pasaría a mi.” She nods to herself as she walks out of the room, presumably to go grab the doctor to come check on you.

Once the nurse is out of earshot, you turn to Javier, “‘Prometido’? You told them we were engaged?” and he looks anywhere else but your eyes. There’s a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks, the same shade you think yours must be as well.

“Technically, Connie’s the one that told them that. I just - went along with it,” he says with an innocent look on his face as he shrugs. You shake your head lightly as a grin starts to form on your lips, “Wow, Peña, one night with me and you’re already hearing wedding bells,” you joke, relishing the familiar feeling of playfulness between you.

Then Javi aims an intense stare your way and the air in the room seems to shift, “I don’t know about wedding bells, but,” his eyes turn a darker shade as he leans forward, his voice rich and deep, “that sure was one unforgettable night.” His gaze falls to your mouth and you instinctively lick your lips, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. His lips are only a couple inches away from yours, but he might as well be across the room with your limited mobility, thanks to your injuries.

Javier realizes your predicament a moment later and he looks into your eyes as if asking for permission, not wanting to hurt you in your fragile state. You nod your head subtly, unable to find your voice because you’re so focused on his closeness.

And when his lips finally meet yours, your skin erupts into flames that feel both blazing hot and ice cold all at the same time. You think Javi feels it too when he responds with a moan that shoots straight to your core. You bring your other hand to the lapel of his leather jacket and tug him closer, ignoring the sharp pain in your side from the sudden movement. The kiss starts out fierce and hungry - like coming up for air after being underwater for hours - and you open up for him instantly, sucking on his tongue. He puts a hand on your inner thigh and squeezes with the slightest pressure that sends a shiver through your whole body, making you moan.

But your movements slow and the kiss morphs into something softer, more gentle, yet it still makes your toes curl under the bed sheets. When you pull away from each other to catch your breath moments later, he leans his forehead against yours, looking up at you through his lashes. You feel those damn butterflies fluttering around in your stomach again and you smile when you feel how fast his heart beats under the palm you’re resting on his chest.

Javi reaches for your hand and brings your palm to his lips, kissing it lightly as he closes his eyes, “I’ve never felt so scared in my life - and everything you must’ve gone through, I - I am so, so, sorry, mi amor.” He opens his eyes to find yours filled with tears threatening to fall at any moment. A look of concern washes over his face but then a small smile tugs at your lips as you whisper, “Mi amor?” repeating what you’d said before - well, before you passed out and woke up in a hospital bed.

He brings his hand to your cheek, wiping away the tears that fell as you smiled, “SÍ, mi amor - that’s what you are to me - because,” his heart is pounding in his chest as he bears his soul to you, “fuck, because I love you, hermosa. I’m in love with you and - the thought of losing you,” he pauses, releasing a shaky breath. “I don’t think I could survive that,” he whispers.

You fall silent as his words sink in - into your mind, into your soul, into your very being - clutching your heart like a vice. “Javi,” you breathe just before crashing your lips unto his, letting your emotions take over. Every part of you calls out to him, begging to be shattered just so he could put you back together again with his words, his touch, his love. It’s all-consuming and unprohibited and you think he must know how you feel with the way you pour all of yourself into that kiss. But you can’t risk another moment passing without saying the words yourself.

You break away from him, both of you gasping for air as you cradle his face in your hands, his eyes glassy from unshed tears. You feel his warm breath drying your own tears and you smile as you breathe, “I love you so much, Javi. When I was in that room, all I could think about was you - how I might never see you again,” you rest your forehead against his as you continue, “how I’d never get the chance to tell you that–,” you sniffle, the words caught in your throat. Javi gently places his hands on each of your wrists, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your skin. You release a shaky breath and meet his warm brown eyes, whispering, “I never should have left that night. I should’ve stayed in bed - with you - then maybe none of this would have happened.” You drop your hands and look away as fresh tears fall on your cheeks.

But Javi is right there, wiping them away before they can even reach your jawline, “No, mi amor, don’t do that to yourself - none of this is your fault. You couldn’t have known any of this was gonna happen. Please tell me you know that?” Javi pleads as he takes your hands in his. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, too lost in your own thoughts. One of his hands touches your cheek, gently turning your face towards him - much like you did to him just minutes before.

“Hey, look at me. You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me, hermosa - nothing wrong,” he leans forward and kisses your forehead, then pulls back again to look into your eyes, “and I am so fucking grateful that you’re alive and okay and that I can look into those beautiful eyes of yours - and tell you that I love you. OK?” His gaze is steady, determined to make you believe that every word he says is true.

You swallow and release the breath you were holding as you nod at him, though you’re not totally convinced that you don’t have some fault in this. But for now, you’ll allow yourself time to process everything - and to lose yourself in everything Javier’s just admitted to you.

With a small smile you go to intertwine your fingers with his, but your smile turns into a gasp when you notice for the first time that his hand is wrapped in bandages, “Javi, what happened to your hand?” your words laced with concern.

He simply shrugs, saying, “Ah, this is nothing - you should see the other guy,” he chuckles dryly but you see something in his eyes that gives him away - like he’s remembering something he would prefer to forget. And then you remember the day that Javi found you - and how the lanky man with the blade - ‘Serpiente’ I think green button-up called him - was lying dead on the floor next to you, his face beaten to a pulp and a bullet between his eyes.

“It was him, wasn’t it?” you ask quietly, your eyes level with his. He stares at you for a moment and clenches his jaw before he says, “Yeah,” in a voice that’s just above a whisper. He takes a deep breath as if he’s trying to calm himself and you instantly regret bringing it up - forcing him to remember what must have been an awful experience for him.

You bring his hand up to your lips and kiss each of his knuckles over the bandages, ending with a soft kiss to his palm. He watches each of your movements with such affection that you have to close your eyes to keep yourself from tearing up again.

“All better,” you say softly as you hold his hand in your lap. He offers a small smile but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You notice how tired he looks, with dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. “When’s the last time you slept in a bed, Javi?” you ask, though really you want to ask when’s the last time you slept at all?

He looks up towards the ceiling like he’s calculating the numbers in his head, “Probably about six days ago?” he answers, though his expression makes you think it could be longer than that, but he doesn’t want to tell you. Regardless, that’s about five days too many for you to be comfortable with his response.

“Six days?! Wait - how long have I been unconscious?” you look around the hospital room for a calendar or something that will give you a sense of what day or time it is. The look in Javi’s eyes becomes weary when he mumbles, “almost five days” and your eyes practically fly out of their sockets.

“Five da–I was in a coma?!” you ask, feeling a sudden wave of nausea. Seeing the queasy look on your face, Javi quickly gets to his feet and walks around the bed, and refills the styrofoam cup with water. He sits on the edge of the bed carefully, so as to avoid squashing your leg or any of the numerous wires you’re hooked up to, and brings the cup with a straw to your lips again.

He sighs and says, “Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction, too - when Connie told me.” His eyes land on the screens of the various monitors by your bed, though the distant look on his face makes you think he’s not really seeing them. His expression becomes more distressed the longer he stares.

You take the cup from his hand, making him look at you, “Hey, I’m OK, remember? I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere - well, metaphorically at least. I do eventually wanna leave this lumpy-ass bed,” you look down, gesturing to said lumpy-ass bed and pulling a chuckle from the man slowly coming back to life in front of you.

You place the half-empty cup back on the bedside table with a small wince and when Javi reaches forward to offer you a hand, you wave him off, “I’m fine, I’m fine, but–,” you bite your lip, looking off to the side with a coy glint in your eye. “Can we maybe - make out some more - pretty please? I think it’s improving my health immensely,” you nod to yourself and blink your eyes innocently.

Javi gnaws the inside of his cheek and squints his eyes like he’s trying to decide if you’re tricking him or not, but you know you’ve got him when he scoots his ass up the bed, closer to you. He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of you, and just before he connects his lips with yours he whispers, “Only because you said ‘pretty please’.” You slide your arms under his jacket to wrap them around his middle and pull him closer, moaning when he plunges his tongue in your mouth.

You’re so lost in each other, neither of you realize when the doctor walks in. He quickly averts his eyes and clears his throat, saying, “Eh - um - perdón - vine a revisar a la paciente,” you lean back immediately, breathing heavy as your cheeks get warmer by the second. You look towards the foot of the bed where a short, balding man in a white coat stands, glancing back at the door as if planning his escape.

You hear what sounds like a choking noise and turn back to Javier who’s trying his best to keep a straight face but you see his lips twitching as he struggles to keep from laughing. You pinch his forearm and widen your eyes at him like you’re two school children sitting in the principal’s office.

“Sorry,” you mumble to the doctor, his face red as a tomato. “Eh, señor,” he looks at Javier, “¿Puede esperar afuera por favor?”

Javier instantly stiffens and looks at you, his eyes full of uncertainty. Your heart aches at the concern etched in his features, but you don’t want to worry him anymore than he already is, so you offer him a reassuring smile as you squeeze his hand, “Why don’t you go get a coffee or something to eat? I’ll be fine.” He gnaws his bottom lip as he considers your words, eventually nodding his head in agreement. He bends down to place a kiss on your forehead, then leans his own against yours, promising, “I’ll be right back - I love you,” he whispers slowly, drawing out the last three words as if he’s tasting every syllable and savoring the sound of each one.

Your stomach flips from the look of devotion in his eyes and the sincerity in his voice. You bite your lip to keep from smiling wide like a love-stricken idiot, bringing your hand to his cheek and lightly kissing him on the lips, assuring, “I love you - I’ll be right here.” He closes his eyes - letting your words soothe him - as he nods his head, which is still connected to yours so it makes your head bob in time with his. You laugh softly, the sound bringing a smile to his lips as he stands to his full height and starts backing up towards the foot of the bed.

You watch Javi turn and nod towards the doctor, who offers a tight-lipped smile in response, but Javi doesn’t seem to notice as he struts out the door, fishing for something in his pocket. You continue watching him through the window, and just before he slides his aviators over his eyes he meets your stare and winks at you, biting his lip to contain his smile.

You chuckle to yourself, feeling lighter than you’ve ever felt in your life.

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Lo siento, señor. Tiene que esperar afuera mientras atendemos a la paciente - I’m sorry, sir. You have to wait outside while we tend to the patient.

no sé cómo decirlo en Inglés - I don’t know how to say it in English

Ay muchachito, veo que tú la quieres mucho. Estamos haciendo todo lo que podemos por ella, pero también tienes que tener fe. - (muchachito literally means “little boy” but it’s used as a term of affection for a young man) I see that you love her very much. We’re doing everything we can for her, but you have to have faith.

Dios sabe lo que hace y estoy segura que Él no la tomará antes de que ella sepa todo lo que sientes por ella. - God knows what he does (what he’s doing) and I’m sure He won’t take her until she knows everything that you feel for her.

Ya te dije, señora - I already told you, ma’am (he’s referring to the nurse from earlier)

Ay señorita, no sabe la alegría que tengo a verle despierta - estábamos todos preocupados por usted - Oh Miss, you don’t know how happy it makes me to see you awake - we were all worried about you

Sabe, su prometido no se ha ido de su lado en todo este tiempo. - You know, your fiancè hasn’t left your side this whole time

bueno, si es que algo grave me pasaría a mi - that is, if something were to happen to me.

perdón - vine a revisar a la paciente - excuse me, I came to check on/examine the patient

¿Puede esperar afuera por favor? - Could you wait outside, please?

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fantasiesandbooks · 4 years

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Hello writer I love Hearts Don’t Break Round Here! I'm a fan of the story since I will celebrate my 23rd birthday on sunday can you make a scenario for me w/ Chanyeol please?? wherein he and y/n are both doctor but they have aren't in good terms but Chanyeol has a hidden feelings for her? Can you write it for me? pretty please I'll be happy if you write one for me! Thank you and take care!

Happy belayed birthday! Hope you had a great day :). I had to take some inspiration from the tv shows related to medicine that I watch, therefore I apologize if it is not as accurate as it should have been. Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it.

Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Angst. Romance. Kind of fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Everything in the operation room started to get quiet. Some nurses were grabbing all the instruments they have used to clean them. Some of the doctors were starting to take out their robes as the monitor beeped, indicating the man who was lying on the table had died.

“We could have save him if you had listened to me” You said reproachfully as you rubbed your wet fingers against your cheek in order to remove the droplets of blood.

“I’m in no mood for your complains” He said without turning to look at you.

You scoffed loudly “Yeah, you are never in the mood for recognizing when you’re wrong”.

Chanyeol closed the sink faucet harshly and looked at you. “If you had done your job properly, he would have had a better chance of living in the first place. I was trying fix your mistake”. He said upset.

There were a couple of people looking at your discussion when the hospital’s Chief arrived and yelled at you and Chanyeol.

“You two”. He approached with furious eyes and stood in front of you. “To my office. Now” He muttered angrily as he gestured to follow him.

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Once the three of you arrived at your boss’s office, he shut the door harshly and went to stood behind his desk.

“Have you lost your minds?.“ The man raised his voice. “A pacient have just died and you two cannot wait for your childish discussions?” Rage was visible on his face.

“If you want to do that, do it at your offices or somewhere private. You don’t need public for that kind of stupid behavior”.

“She was the” Chanyeol was beginning to say when the other man cut him off.

“Next time I’m going to suspend you both. Understand?” The Chief said firmly.

“Yes” Chanyeol said reluctantly.

“Y/n?” The Chief turned to look at you.

“Yeah” You muttered.

The man across from you was looking through some files and said “You are going to stay here and solve whatever problem there is between the two of you”. He grabbed one of the folders piled up on his desk and walked towards the door “And it better be quick because someone has to go talk to that man’s wife and that ain’t me“.

You and Chanyeol looked at the door as it shut with a loud thud.

“What is wrong with you?” You huffed.

“What is wrong with me?” Chanyeol scoffed incredulously. “What is wrong with you. You were the one who started it. Since you came into the OR you were doing nothing more than to question all my decisions in front of all the doctors, nurses and residents”.

“That’s because you didn’t listen to me when I told you that procedure was too invasive”. You pointed out.

“And thanks to that it was that we could notice the internal bleeding he had” Chanyeol said defensively.

“Yes, but I told you I could have made the suction and stitched him up and you ignored me.” You raised your voice. “You have been ignoring my contributions and my help every time we enter the operating room. And this was my patient. He arrived at my area and therefore you shouldn't have overlook my authority“. You were panting from the rage that was burning inside of you.

“And what about my authority,huh?” Chanyeol was looking at you with the same intensity. “You might be the ER’s head but I am in charge of the Cardiology unit and once the person enters my operating room what I say, goes.” “I can’t believe you are so full of yourself that you can’t admit you have messed it up” You snorted.

“If we are going to talk about mistakes then we should start with yours” He pointed at you. “If you had taken the x-rays, you would have noticed that he had a lump in his lung that could had burst at any time“.

“I didn’t do the x-rays because when I checked him, his vital signs were within the normal range. He said he felt a slight pain in his chest but we thought it was due to the bruise that had been formed on it due to the impact of the accident“ You explained.

“You should have done it anyway considering how bad the accident was” The man said matter of factly.

“Chanyeol, there were another 32 injured people on the ER and only 10 of us, including the interns, to look out for them” You said, trying to find some kind of comfort in your words as you knew you had made a big mistake.

“Maybe you wouldn't be so short of time if you stopped screwing with Billy and use that time to take a better care of your patients” Chanyeol said harshly.

You looked at him weirded out. “What the hell are you talking about? You said angrily.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I saw you entering the rest room a few hours before the surgery and Billy walking in right after you“. Chanyeol glared at you.

“You know what, Fuck off!” You countered back “I don’t have to give you any explanations and You don’t even know what you are talking about”. You opened the door and stormed out of the office.

Chanyeol watched you go as he grabbed his hair in frustration and slammed his fist against the desk.

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You entered the ER unit and saw that the chaos of the accident - paramedics arriving with more wounded people, nurses and doctors running from one place to another in order to check on them, their families flooding the reception in search of them - had diminished. You spotted Mr. Stevens wife -the man who had died in the OR- in the corner of the room, sitting above one of the beds. She had a broken arm and a minor head concussion. She had been conscious when her husband had been admitted to the operating room.

“He’s going to be ok, right?” She had asked you with a trembling voice. “We will make sure he will be fine” You assured her.

Now, you didn’t know how to break the news about Mr. Stevens' death but, as the unit’s Chief and doctor, you also had to deal with the difficult parts of the job. You took a deep breath and strode towards her.

“Mrs. Stevens” you said and the lady turned to look at you.

“How is Fred?” She asked, referring to her husband “Is he all right? Did you take him to a room?”. You looked at her with sadness but managed to stay composed “There was a lump on the back of Fred's lung. It was so small that at first we thought the blood that was coming from it was from the organ we were operating. He had an internal bleeding and although we did everything we could, his organs collapsed quickly.” You explained.

The woman’s eyes were filled with tears as she understood what you were saying. “No” She said.

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Stevens” You said remorsefully.

“No no” She cried in denial. “You said we didn't have to worry. You checked on him”.

“I know but…” you were saying but she cut you off.

“You are responsible for his death” She spat and grabbed you by your coat.

“Ma’am, tried to calm down” You said as you put your hands above hers trying to release from her grip.

Almost immediately, the residents who were nearby approached to get the woman off of you.

“If you had done your job properly, he wouldn't be dead“ She screamed as some of the nurses restrained her so they could sedate her.

You looked around and saw some of the pacients and colleagues staring at you. Your gaze landed on Chanyeol. He was looking at you, although you couldn’t tell what was the meaning of his stare.

Was is sadness? Pity perhaps? You didn’t know what to think. You felt so overwhelmed. Mrs. Stevens words were almost the same as Chanyeol’s.

“You shouldn’t be a doctor” She said angrily “Doctors care. You didn’t even knew he was injured”. There was a knot in your throat. You wanted to be alone so the best thing you could come up with in that moment was exited through the back door.

Chanyeol was exiting the building and going towards the parking lot. His shift had just ended and the only thing he wanted was to get home, have a nice shower and sleep until he could see the next day’s rays of sunshine through his window. He was walking through the sidewalk went he spotted you sitting in one of the benches near the main entrance. Your hands were resting on the wooden board and your eyes were closed. Tiredness clearly reflected on your face. For a moment he considered if he should talk to you or ignored the fact that he saw you there with a miserable aura. Nevertheless, He walked towards you, only stopping when we was standing in front of you.

You inhaled deeply and when you opened your eyes, you saw him standing a few centimeters away from you.

“I have had enough of today’s fight” You said tiredly as you rubbed your eyes.

“Me too” The man said in the same tone as yours as he plopped down next to you.

You let of a big sigh “So, why are you here then?” you looked at him.

“I heard what that woman said to you. It’s not true”. He said.

“Which part?” You asked “Because some of her words were the exact ones you said to me in the OR”.

“I know and I want to apologize for that” Chanyeol said. There wasn’t a hint of mockery or false remorse in his features. He sounded sincere.

"Well, I'm sorry too for taking out my anger on you" You said and Chanyeol nodded.

You turned your face to looked at the front and sighed “You weren’t wrong about it“ You said.

“It was my responsibility to give him a good checkup before ruling out he didn’t have another serious injury” you admitted.

“How could you have known if it wasn’t until several hours later that he began to complain about the pain” Chanyeol said.

“Isn’t that our duty? To prevent that kind of things before our pacients suffer?” You said.

“Yes, when there are signs of things we could prevent.” He answered. “We admitted him into surgery because there was a blocked artery that could cause him a heart attack if it had stayed like that. You found out about the lump on his lung at the end, when it bursts”.

“You know, tonight I treated 23 pacients. Out of them 12 had serious injuries and they are stable now.” You turned your gaze towards the floor. “Guess there will always be a patient who makes you question yourself if you really are good at this or not”.

“Ever since I was an intern up until now, I can tell you that question never leaves you”. Chanyeol said. “Our career is married with saving lives as much as it is with accepting death”. You look at him straight in the eyes. There was true in his words.

“I had not thought about it that way” You said honestly.

He gave you a little smile. Both of you stayed quiet, the whistle of the air and some people walking near the benches were the only sounds filling it. You wondered why he hadn’t left yet. He had his bag with him, which you assumed it meant he was leaving the hospital. Maybe he was keeping you company as a way of showing you you weren’t the only one that felt like that every time a pacient dies. That in a certain way, it was comforting having a person who could understand all the questions and feelings that come with it.

You remembered the last thing he had said to you at the Chief’s office and said “It wasn’t me”.

Chanyeol turned to looked at you confused “What?”.

“You said I was wasting my time screwing with Billy” you said.

Chanyeol’s cheeks turned pink. “Ah! You don’t need to give me any explanations. It’s your life” He scratched the back of his neck.

“It was Tatiana” you cut him off.

He looked at you baffled “Tatiana?. The Neurology resident?” He remembered.

You nodded. “I felt exhausted so I went to the rest room because I wanted to take a nap. The lights were turned off and I laid on one the beds. I heard someone entering the room but I assumed they were there to sleep too. That was until I heard them kissing. She was already waiting for him inside.” You explained.

“Oh!” Chanyeol said. Right now he felt so dumb for accusing you.

He cleared his throat “I’m sorry for that too” He said embarrassed.

“It’s ok” you said.

“Why are you telling me this, though?. You don’t have to”. He asked you curiously.

You felt nervous all of the sudden “I know... but I wanted to clear things up with you”. You said. “Besides I don’t like rumors going around about me and you saying I’m with Billy would be a horrible one.” You made a disgusted face and he laughed.

“So Billy is not your type” Chanyeol asked quizzically at you.

“Of course not! He has a nice body, I’ll give him that. But you know there are people who think they are funny and try so hard in doing so, when in reality they aren’t?. Well, Billy is one of them”. You said surely and the tall man sneered.

“Ok then. So, what kind of guy is your type?” He asked you.

“Young, rich, smarty pants. Nothing fancy” you joked and both of you chuckled. You looked at your watch and stood up. Chanyeol lifted his gaze to look at you.

“Well I think is time to go back inside“ You announced. “Thank you Chanyeol” you smiled at him.

“Sure” He smiled back. You turned around and started walking when he called you.

“Hey Y/n!” Chanyeol yelled and you looked at him.

“Would you like to go and have dinner?” He asked you hesitantly.

“I thought you were leaving” you said and gestured towards his bag.

He looked at it and said “Ah yeah, but first I want to eat something. I’m starving”.

You couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness. You reached out your hand for him to grab it. Chanyeol looked at it for a second before his eyes met yours.

“Come on then. I’m starving too” You said. He took your hand and smiled back as you pulled him to get him up.

He grabbed his bag from the bench and the two of you started walking.

“So, where are you taking me?“ you asked as you tucked your hands into the jacket’s pockets.

“There’s a good restaurant three blocks from here” Chanyeol said.

“It better be good if you are making me walk that far” You said and he laughed.

“I promise” He said solemnly.

You two kept chattering all the way as you were walking away from the hospital and into the lonely street.

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writinandcrying · 5 years

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Delicious Devotion

“now now, you made me TOO FUCKING SOFT about Tokoyami, could I be blessed by your writing with bird boy and his s/o having a house-date? His s/o cooks for him for the first time and is very nervous because he wants tokoyami to like it uwu”

@hoemine asked for a delicious cooked meal scenario!! Hope you like it!

Y/n - your name

Y/g - your gender

Warning: food mentioned, also cursing!

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Tokoyami x Reader

Friday - 4:00pm

the clock in the living room area of the U.A dorms announced with a delicate piano sound, jumping out of the sofa, y/n believed it was time to start preparing what the y/g had been waiting for the whole week. Today was the date of Tokoyami and y/n’s in doors date would occur around the dinning room area, along with a delicious dinner and desert prepared by the young y/g.

How did they manage to shoosh away all of the other classmates? Let’s back it up a bit

Wednesday - 8:30am

It was no surprise that is has been an unspoken thing going on between the two of them for the past months, often caressing each other with subtle flirtatious compliments, but none of them dared to make the first move to ask each other out, the 1-A class at first found it amousing to see a possible relationship flourish between them, but paciente wasn’t a gift shared with that class, after a long discussion about how to help the two love birds, they decided to give Both a hint that every single one of the 1-A classmates decided to leave the dorms facility next Friday. some of the girls decided to hang out at the karaoke, followed by a sleepover at Mimi’s house, others where going one for the weekend, some arranged to hang out together until late at night,

“The only residents in the facility will be you and y/n” Shoji whisper- spoke next to his friend, rising an eyebrow to see if the ravened boy caught what he was trying to imply. Tokoyami briefly nodded, by the way feather slowly began to rose indicating he was a bit flustered, it was clear to him his friends intentions, he did not desired to bother his classmates with his lack of courge to ask the y/g out, but it was true that every single temptation he had, he would back out. It wasn’t that he only lacked a bit of confidence, but even with the sweet remarks y/n gave him, to tokoyami they were a work of art, beautiful in and out, sometimes it was hard to believe it was sincere the compliments they gave him, but today he said enough to this depressing and anxious thoughts, he would ask y/n out, he knew his crush liked to cook, so in lunch break he would make his move.

Wednesday- 12:30pm

“Apples again? You should have a balanced meal everyday, Tokoyami-San-” Ilda spoke, losing himself between explain why it was important to eat correctly while you are a pro-hero in training, also a growing teenager!!

“I appreciate the familiar taste of it... but I certainly wouldn’t mind to savour y/n’s cousine, it looks delightful” tokoyami spoke while briefly pointing with an slice of apple to y/n homemade dish

“Ditto, also, can I try some of that?” Kaminari remakerd to close to the dish, already digging in, tasting the warms takoyakis, eye-rolling at the silly classmate eating their food, y/n let out a smile followed by a chuckle as a lighthearted thanks “I’d gladly cook for you anyday” y/n spoke more to themselfs, but due the suddent silence in the table, even the farest person was able to hear, growing flustered by every second, y/n could feel their face getting hotter, god why would everyone had to be quiet for once right st that very moment?

“Is that so?” Tokoyami chuckled looking at them, “Friday, 6:30pm, dining room” he reclined in his chair, crossing his arms, thanking what ever god had provided the perfect timing for his request to ask them out, y/n smirked at how smug he looked, this was going to be eventful “any dish, just say the word” y/n gladly smiled at them, after a brief moment, the whole table lose it in laughter after Kaminari provided a “wuell guddamn” since his mouth was stuffened with food, bringing back the light air to the rest of their lunch break.

Thursday - 7:30pm

While y/n was heading at the local market to gather the ingredients they would need it, they texted tokoyami about what dish they would like to make

“Any thing you provide I’m sure I will be mesmerized by it” that sure is sweet but doesn’t really help in what to make, y/n thought, they wanted to impress him, they weren’t the best in class, hero training was rough, and having a crush in one of he best students didn’t help at all, to them it wasn’t really something -amazing- in them to call out his classmate attention, but somehow they did. Y/n knew their skills on the kitchen could be better but they still had talent, So if the good thing they can do it’s cooking, he decided to prepare a fest for them. Miso glazed black cod with sautéed broccoli for the main dish, and yuzu crème brülée with apple sauce on the side

Now, let’s get back to the date, almost getting to the point where one of your classmates eventually fucked up their dinner and forgot about the class treatment of leaving the two of you alone, shall we?

Friday - 5:47 pm

While placing the plates over the table, y/n couldn’t help but to feel a bit proud, even managed arrange a chandelier for tables set up, creating a more intimate mood, if this was their chance to be romantic so you bet they would be romantic. They elegantly placed the black cod over in the center of the table, the creme brûlée was over the fridge, ready to be glazed, y/n checked the time and ran off to the bathroom corridor, they might have lost themselfs while preparing everything so they had to rush a bit within getting ready. By 6:20 they had already taken a shower, brushed their teeth, dressed in their fancy but not to fancy but I’d like to date you fancy clothes, they wanted to be there first to check if the food was still warm to eat it, after placing the creme brûlée next to the dessert plate set, y/n began to check if everything was ok. Everything looks perfect, the candle are lit, mood is certainly settled, creme brulee over the table, the black cod is gone-

wait.

someone ate the main dish.

How was that possible? No one was at the 1-A dorms, or was it? Maybe aizawa sensei took it to his night shift? No he wouldn’t do that, did they actually put the black cod over the table? Or worse, Did tokoyami came here and had it without y/n? Did they not like it? They had fucked up alteady?? Y/n was hyperventilating while runing to the kitchen, but stopped in their tracks after hearing someone burping over the sofa. Slowly walking towards it, they stopped when they saw a yellow hair with a lighting bolt holding over a place what was left of what once was a nicely executed meal, liking what was left over the chopsticks

“We are only having desert?” Y/n could hear Tokoyami behind their back, checking the nicely settled table. Was it possible to have a ulcer only by anger?

“Oh, hey guys! Y/n, that fish was so delicious! Sorry to start without you guys, but I was so hungry! Oh and there is more for everyone one, right? It’s almost dinner time and I’m sure everyone will be back soon” Kaminari smile towards the two angry classmates while turning on the tv, y/n actually started to wonder if murder was indeed a bad choice, With a dry throat, they were very close to either busting in a rage tantrum over the school grounds

“Kaminari, what day is today?”

“Friday, thank god!” the blond laughted while glancing the tv

“I suppose something was going to happen over Friday night, wasn’t it?”

“Beets me, fun fact I’m very forgetful” another burp came along,

“Why do you think there isn’t anyone here?”

“Honestly I don’t know? The guys asked me to go to the arcade but I really wanted to check the new episode of the good place-” after turning around and seeing how nice both of them looked like, also their death glares towards him, he finally started connecting all the dots. “Holy fucking shit I ate your dinner date”while standing up and look frenetic around, he grabbed his keys and gave the plate to Tokoyami “here-ok OK I’m so sorry I will- there is a very nice yakisoba shop 2 blocks from here, just wait “He closed the door while you could here him for the hall screaming some sort of “my treat!” Followed by a loud footsteps trailing down the stairs

“Smart of him to give the plate to you, Id have fucking thrown at him” y/n said while turning of the tv, they covered their face with their hand and let out a frustrated sign, “what a eventful fucking night” Tokoyami heard a bunch of muttered curses between their breath, their date didn’t even started and it was already ruined, so much for nothing.

Chuckling, he held their free hand “at least he didn’t had the dessert” it was unusual of tokoyami to do a positive remark, but he knew you had worked hard over this dinner, he had listened to you over his room since 4 in the afternoon, he decided that nothing would ruin this night, even if a good hearted moron ate their dinner,he guided y/n to the table, pulling a chair to them, while glazing the creme brûlée y/n smiled at the comfortable silence Tokoyami has provided with only a sentence, they loved how unusual and unique they were, even if the date was ideal how hey wanted, at least they were finally hanging around, just the two of them.

Placing the desert in front of Tokoyami, he titled his head when y/n started to pour the sauce “it’s apple sauce, I wanted to do something you already enjoyed it” they shyly admited

“You are very thoughtful, your dedication is admirable... but don’t hesitate to surprise me next time” both caught up but surprise by the bold statement “Next time, huh?” Y/n teased with a raised eyebrow, making both to laugh slightly

“ I should have voiced my true intentions, I have been enamorated with you for a long time y/n, and it would be a great pleasure if you-“ tokoyami stopped his tracks when he first stated the luscious dessert “this is heavenly-” He hummered, his schoked expression was absolutely adorable in y/n opnion, making them blush even more “I’m glad you think so” y/n extended their arm, helding tokoyamis hand “And I’d love to-“

“IM HERE!” both were cut of by the enterance of their friend, holding two plastic bags of steaming yakisoba

“I WILL KILL YOU” dark shadow rose from the back of tokoyami, y/n was right, this night was truly eventful night, thankfully it was only starting, right?

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And there it issss!!! Hope you liked it!! I decided to do something more comical, I’m a bit with a writers block so it isn’t the most amazing written scenario I’ve done, but it was fun imaging tokoyami death glare to Kaminari, he fuckin ded by the way

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illustratedbydae · 7 years

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Harry Hook x fem!reader || One of a kind

requested; prompt #66 " is there a reason why you're naked in my bed ?" + harry hook

a|n: This was so much fun to write to be honest, also the reader is kind of Elsa's daughter in case you couldn't tell, whoops. I hope you still like it 🙈

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Three weeks.

Three weeks since Evie convinced Ben to let three more teenagers from the isle to come in Auradon. Besides Dizzy and some other children, Evie recruited in the first time, now Gil, Uma and Harry were at Auradon Prep as well.

(Y/N) sighed, ever since those three arrived, her world was completely upsidedown, especially because a specific pirate just decided to suddenly be in her life and make her to feel things.

Her whole life she had one main rule: conceal, don't feel. That's what her mother taught her, it might have been a reference to her powers and not her love life, but (Y/N) decided that the rule was good in both cases.

However, Harry managed to get into (Y/N)'s head; now the princess couldn't get him out of her mind. But she knew better; (Y/N) knew what kind of guy Harry was , besides being the tipical pirate, Mal told her how much of a heartbreaker he was and (Y/N) for sure didn't need more heartbreak in her life, it was enough that she knew half of the people hated her because of her powers.

The things would've been great, in time (Y/N) would have learn to forget the pirate that stole her heart and find someone that wouldn't break it, but the problem was : she wasn't the only one who caught feelings.

Harry felt something too, he wasn't used to it, since it was something new. He never had a solid relationship or a girlfriend for more than three months, but since the day he saw (Y/N)'s beautiful hair and bright eyes, Harry's mind was blown; he never saw someone like her : so beautiful, like a goddess, but yet dangerous, just like how a true queen was supposed to be. She was like a whole new adventure. A new chapter from his life, or that's what she could've been.

The princess has pushed him away since the third day, when Harry asked her out. Back then, she thought he was only joking and (Y/N) didn't think about his proposal seriously, but later after that he kept being persistent. He would always try to get her attention, always leave her small sticky notes on her locker and flowers on her doorstep.

After his first few attempts, Harry thought she just wasn't interested , but then he overheard one of her and Evie's conversation that told him otherwise, so his curiosity for the girl only grew. Harry intended to be with her, one way or another.

(Y/N) smiled when she saw Evie coming towards her, the blue haired girl was always a source of joy.

" Hi, E. Nice to see you this early in the morning. "

Evie smiled, hugging (Y/N), " what are you talking about? We always go to class together," she laughed

(Y/N) laughed along, grabbing Evie's hand a dragging her towards the class, but before they could've entered, Evie asked her specific question. That one annoying question she kept asking (Y/N) ever since she found about her feelings for Harry Hook, " So when are you going to say yes to Harry?"

(Y/N) was about to replay, when a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her a few steps backwards, the princess feeling someone's breathe on her exposed neck.

" Yeah, love when are ye going to say yes?" Harry smirked

(Y/N) pushed his hand away slowly turning to face him, " Not today, if you're wondering. "

The pirate's smirk only grew bigger, sometimes he really loved her stubbornness; Harry moved closer , placing his hands on each side of her face, " I'm not that pacient, love," he wishpered, " I want ye. Now," he growled.

(Y/N) was so close to give in and kiss him right there, but she knew better, didn't she ? " Then try harder, Hook," she wishpered back, this time pulling away from him completely.

" I will accept this challenge, love," he grinned, passing by her to get in the class.

(Y/N) face palmed internally. What have she done now ?

(Y/N) hugged Evie and Mal before going into her room; it had been a long day and the girl just needed a rest, she threw her bag to the ground, near a couple of books, then she turned on the lights only to scream in surprise , and embarrassment, at the sight in front of her.

" Is there a reason why you're naked in my bed?"

(Y/N) said, quickly covering her eyes, so she wouldn't see any more bare skin. Harry Hook was standing in all his glory, on her bed, only with a thin sheet around his middle.

Harry tried to stop himself from laughing, but judging (Y/N)'s reaction he couldn't stop it, " Aye love, I told ye that I wanted ye. Didn't ye believe me?"

" Please put your boxers on," she said turning her back on him.

The princess heard him chuckle and get up from the bed; she could sense him moving around her room to find his clothes. " Ye can turn now," he laughed

Slowly, (Y/N) opened her eyes and turned to face the pirate, her eyes widening once again, " Where the hell are the rest of your clothes, Harry?! Put them on. All of them. " she said after noticing he was only in his black boxers this time. Man, this boy made her go crazy.

Harry just shook his head, moving closer to (Y/N), by reflexes she pulled back, until she hit the door. She was stuck.

" Why have ye been blowing me off every time I did something nice for ye? It's not that easy for me, ye know. "

(Y/N) gasped, " L-look, Harry. I-"

Harry raised one eyebrow, sign for the girl to continue her explaining. (Y/N) sighed as her eyes met Harry's, " I was afraid," she confessed.

Harry was taken by surprise , " Afraid? Of me ? But ye're like an ice princess. "

(Y/N) just shook her head, " I was a-afraid that you'd only break my heart," she wishpered, " or that you'll get to be afraid of me, of my powers , just like most of the people around here. "

" I'm not sure if ye noticed, but," he chuckled, " I'm not like most of the people around here. "

" You're right," she smirked, " No one would show up naked in a girl's room like you. You're one of a kind," (Y/N) smiled, putting her hands around his neck, bringing his face closer to hers , her lips slightly touching his.

Harry couldn't stand teasing, especially not when he fought so much for her affection, so he grabbed each side of her face and deepened the kiss; his lips hovering hungrily over hers. (Y/N) left a moan escape her lips and that's when Harry's tongue made its way in.

He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be.

Harry's hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. (Y/N) ran her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.

Slowly she pulled away, looking into his blue eyes, " Harry ?" she said his name softly, almost like if she was scared that it was all a dream and she'd wake up.

" Yes, princess?"

" I'm glad you didn't give up on trying to get to me," she smiled, " but I also think we should , at least have our first date, before we do...anything more than this, so please put your clothes on. "

" Why? Ye afraid of doing something ye'd regret ?" he asked, sounding almost hurt.

She shook her head, " I don't regret giving you a chance, but I also want to have something special with you, not just sex. Don't you want that too?"

" As long as ye're mine, I can wait until ye'll be ready. "

She smiled, hugging him, " Thank you, Harry. You truly are one of a kind. "

" I know," he smirked , " So are ye, princess. So are ye."

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