#i ran out yesterday already called the doctor still nothing

[mandyvsfx]

LEGACY

Jerome Valeska x F!Reader

Warnings: BREEDING KINK, psychologist reader, praising, degrading, unprotected sex, oral sex(f!receiving), fingering, p in v, biting, hair pulling, etc etc etc.

(!please keep in mind that english is not my first language!)

also this is pretty long but BEAR WITH ME.

You've never had so much trouble with your job until you decided to start working at the infamous Arkham Asylum, most of your patients were either complete lunatics, or rich kids who act like they can do anything -murder anyone- and they'll get away with it. But there was this specific patient, Jerome Valeska, whom you kind of took a liking to. Not exactly a 'liking', but almost a feeling of pity. You knew you shouldn't feel that way about a murderous psycho, but with your few sessions he showed to be much more human than most people out there in the world.

Your boss made you retire for a few weeks after an incident, to be clear, one of the lunatics tried to stab you with a plastic knife. It wouldn't really matter to you, but your boss decided that resting would be important. (Not that he cared honestly, he was just trying to act like a cool boss, which he isn't.)

Two weeks had passed, you had never felt so relieved to be walking on Gotham's streets. You took the day to pamper yourself, you deserved it. You went shopping, went to a spa, did everything you couldn't after all these months living in Arkham. -yes, you had to sleep there too.- It was getting dark, so you thought it would be great to grab a coffee and walk home as your house wasn't that far from the Cafe. So you did, you ordered a Vanilla Latte and started walking towards the cafe door, murmuring a sound happily. 10 minutes later you were finishing your drink and could already view your house from across the street, letting out a sigh of relief. You had a weird feeling of being watched from afar, but didn't thought much of it as you had a creepy neighbor who kept staring at you all the time. It was awkward but as the creeps say, staring isn't a crime.

You unlocked the door quickly and threw your stuff on a nearby chair, chewing the straw of your cup of coffee as you turned on the TV.

You froze as you saw it, -Jerome Valeska- he was in the news again.

"Yesterday night, 21 year old murderer, Jerome Valeska, ran away from the Arkham Asylum. DCPD has already taken charge of the case and is searching for the man. -You sat at the sofa, paying attention.- The asylum said that his escape is still a mystery."

"Yeah, that's a funny one isn't it? But I still think they could've chosen a better picture of me." A deep, husky voice echoed from the darkness of your hallway. You just stood there, not knowing what to do, it was like time had stopped.

"Hey, not even a 'hello' to your old friend? Already forgot about me, I see. -He said again, letting out a raspy, devilish laugh. You could feel his presence getting closer to you.- You see, I kept waiting for you in that shitty place, but days passed and... nothing. You know I hate waiting, right?" The voice was now right behind you, and you could feel a blade make its way to your throat.

"What are you doing here?" You finally had the courage to speak, voice trembling a bit.

"Well, can't I pay a visit to my good old doc? I missed our sessions, love." Jerome said while caressing your cheek with the blade.

"Jerome, you can't be here. And please, do not call me 'love', I've already told you we had a patient doctor relationship only, nothing more than that." Your voice wasn't trembling anymore, you knew he wasn't going to harm you, or at least you hoped so.

"What kind of doctor kisses their patients so passionately, huh? Do you want me to refresh your memories? -He awkwardly licked your cheek after drawing a bit of blood from it.- Was it a part of the therapy too? And what about that one time where we-"

"It was an accident, it should have never happened and you know that." You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

The ginger man shifted his position so that he was now facing you eye to eye, you could almost feel his breath.

"An accident, was it? -Jerome slowly put his hand on your chin, lifting your head up as you tried to look away.- I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me."

You looked deep into his green eyes, trying to open your mouth to say you didn't... but... wouldn't that be a lie? You just stood there, staring at him in silence.

"I knew it." He said before smashing his lips against yours in a slow and passionate kiss, it felt like you were both starving, craving it for so long, needing it so bad.

It didn't stop there, Jerome sat on the couch too, never breaking the kiss, and pulled you right into his lap. It was so hard to resist this man's charm, he was truly one of a kind. You didn't know what was it that felt so magnetic about him, so attractive. But you knew you wouldn't say no.

"Make up for all this time I had to spent without you, would ya? -He stopped kissing you for a second, trying to catch his breath- Maybe give me another type of therapy." He said giving you a smirk, soon getting back to kissing you.

You gave in, his lips felt so soft, and it just felt so right... His touch only was already enough to make you feel things you didn't even knew that were possible. You could feel him smiling through the kiss, it was a 100% a cocky smile.

"I know you missed me too."

"I did, Jerome."

His hands soon found their way under your shirt, unclipping your bra. You helped him take both, your shirt AND your bra off. He just sat there for a minute, inhaling the view in front of him.

"You're so fucking pretty."

He then proceeded to lightly play with your bare chest, slowly squeezing your breasts, not looking away for even a second. He started placing small kisses that soon turned into sucks, while he sucked one of your breasts, he worked on the other one with his hand. And you couldn't help but to let out breathy moans and begs for more.

"You know, love, I've had this fantasy ever since we met. -Jerome was now staring at you.- I want you to carry my children." He looked at you with a grin on his face, waiting to see your response.

"What? We're too young to be thinking about that..." You looked away, considering the request even though you felt like you shouldn't -but you liked the idea of your belly growing with his babies.-

"Just think about it. Imagine a little Jerome running around, how cute would he be? -That man KNEW he wasn't going to be a great father, he just wanted to impregnate you, to see your boobs so big and full of milk, leaking when he squeezes them. He also was all in with the idea of not having to worry about condoms for nine months straight, there would be a baby in there already, what else would you have to worry about? Just the thought of you carrying a part of him, giving birth to his child, that was enough to send him over the edge.- I'm going to fill you all the way up tonight."

You let out another breathy moan at his last words, he takes that as a 'yes'.

He switches positions once again, so that he could be on top of you.

"Let's take that off, shall we?" He asks before ripping off your skirt, he takes in theview of your panties before throwing it across the living room.

You grab Jerome by his neck, pulling him into a kiss. His hands slowly travel down your body, drawing circles around your belly, and finally reaching your womanhood. It doesn't take long before he slips one finger in it, causing you to moan a little, and then two fingers... He laughs at how easily you had become a moaning mess. He lets go of your lips, trailing small kisses all over your body, from your neck to your tits, to your belly, to your clit. The man is now licking you like he hasn't eaten anything for DAYS, his fingers still going in and out of your hole, as he fastened the speed. Causing you to whimper and cry his name out.

"Jerome, please..." You say, almost breathless.

"Please what? Use your words, Doc."

"I want you to fill me, I want to carry your babies, please..."

He smirks, feeling like his task is accomplished.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He quickly begins taking his jeans off, along with his boxers, revealing his big throbbing member. Sure, you had done things with him before, but you never actually saw it, so it was pretty surprising.

He took his wet fingers out of you, stroking his erection with the same hand a few times so it would be easier to go in. Jerome looked at you to confirm you were ready, you nodded in response.

He slid into you all at once, all his lenght stratching your walls, if felt so painful but so pleasuring at the same time. You couldn't help but let out a moan that sounded more like a scream. He sighed and started moving his hips, slowly and loving at first, placing kisses all around your collarbone, your cheeks, your breasts. A few minutes had passed and he started getting rougher, less passionate and more needy, desperate, like his life depended on it.

"You want to be the mother of my children, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you? Needy little slut." He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled it so that you were forced to look at him.

All you could manage to say was "Yes", your mind going blank, you couldn't even form a sentence.

"Your pretty pussy feels so nice against my cock, I bet you're loving this aren't you? Taking a murderer's dick like that? What a bitch."

You could care less, if that was a sin, you were a proud sinner.

You could feel yourself getting close and he definitely could too. He placed his hands on your waist, grabbing it so hard that there would be bruises in the morning.

Your hands reached his back and you gave it a long scratch as you cried out his name over and over again, releasing all over his member. Jerome on the other hand, was still going at it.

After a couple seconds, he finally came. Filling you up with his white liquid, keeping his dick inside of you for a moment just to make sure you would REALLY get pregnant.

He only took it out when he had the strength to it.

"And now we wait." He said proudly.

"Jerome..."

"Yes?"

"I'm on the pill..."

He stared at you, his smile fading away.

"No way."

You were ready to die right at that moment.

"Well, guess we'll have to try again. What a shame." He said jokingly.

#gotham jerome #jerome valeska #jerome valeska smut #jerome x reader #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska x you #gotham #gotham smut

[generalhumancloudalmond]

Part 1: Tea

Part 2: Friendship

Ending 1: White lilies

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Red lycoris

Platonic!Yandere!Mori x Child!Fem!Reader x Platonic!Yandere!Dazai

Dazai didn't like your interaction with Mori since the days of the underground hospital. It made him feel an unpleasant mixture of jealousy, fear and anger. The reason for this was, mostly, that Dazai perfectly understood the calculating nature of former doctor, the teenager knew how convincing Mori could be if he wanted to get something. And this is why he should have found you before him, that's what he thought, until he found out that the boss has been processing the documents about your adoption for the second week.

"You didn't tell me you'd already found her, boss."

"Dazai, I can understand your offense, but you didn't tell me you were looking for her either."

"I thought it was obvious that I would be looking for my sister."

Morey shuddered. Today, for the first time, Dazai christened you his sister, as if hinting that he also has the right to be near you. The boss thought for a second, then looked up at the teenager and smiled.

"What is it that turns out? Will I have to call you son when I adopt her?"

"Don't you dare!"

Glancing at the wall clock, Mori quickly signed another document and carefully folded all the documents into a file, headed for the exit. Without thinking twice, Dazai went after the elder. However, he was still not allowed to attend your adoption, after giving instructions to the boy, Mori slammed the car door and drove off after you. Dazai could only wait.

The next day, when Dazai stormed into the boss's office after a mission with a report, he saw you. You looked even worse than the day you left the underground hospital. Throwing the report on the boss's desk, he ran up to you.

"Y/n!"

You nervously clutching the skirt of a new dress that turned out to be big for you, you were worried about Atsushi. Tears began to form in your eyes, the words of the director, when you threw a tantrum that you were not going anywhere, thundered in your head.

'Because of you, there are so many problems with the tiger, it is you who provoke him to attack other children, so the fact that someone want to take you away is nothing but a gift of fate for the whole orphanage...'

Dazai stopped right in front of the sofa where you were sitting, he began to act more slowly, as if afraid to do something wrong and scare you off. It was a rare demeanor for Dazai and it also hit your nerves. Why does everyone behave differently? Why is Elice throwing herself at you like you're the closest person to her? Why is Mori acting like he wants to please you? Is it because he became the boss? Why is Dazai so neat? Why doesn't he tell you everything head-on, as usual? Of course, people change, you understand that, but not everyone and not for the better, especially people from the mafia.

God, you want to go back to the same simple and naive Atsushi as you yourself so much.

"Y/n, I..."

He really wants to comfort you, not because he wants to get your love and affection earlier than Mori, but also because he's really sorry for the condescending attitude he gave you in the hospital.

"I'm sorry, as a brother, I..."

"Dazai, for me you are the same brother as Mori's father, namely no. And I really don't understand why you wanted to play family so much, especially with me."

Previously, you would have been pleasantly surprised by the fact that they consider you their family, but now, after all the mockery in the orphanage and Atsushi's consolations, there was a huge amount of hatred in you, both for the whole orphanage and for these two as well.

"Y/n, why did you get up? You need more rest now. Look how pale you are, and I suppose your head is still spinning..."

Mori came up to you with a glass of water and a pill.

"Take a pill first, and then go to bed. Dazai, wait for me here."

After waiting patiently for you to drink the medicine, Mori took you by the elbow and led you to your room. Yesterday, he realized that you would be stubborn and refuse any help, so today he did a lot without asking your opinion, only informing you that now he would take your temperature, bring food, give medicine and everything like that. Like it or not, he was going to take care of you.

Dazai, looking at this, felt like the confidence that he would be able to take you away from Mori was rapidly leaving him. He was late.

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"On behalf of my family, Lando Norris, I'm asking for the full truth now!" I stood behind him while he threw himself into the bin, because sightseeing was the obligatory program today and this was the third bin he threw into. "I'm saying that I'm not pregnant with some kind of virus. You're just imagining it, I won't deny that. That I'm gay and that Ollie and I had a rough time, but we're still a couple." I smiled back at Alex and shoved the test back into my belt pouch. Don't let him see that I lied to him. "Shit, did you see Lando?" George became serious and became engaged to his girlfriend." "What were you gossiping about?" "Congratulations, man, that's a big word." "Thanks, Lando, when did you tell our little three that you were probably pregnant?" "Lando, I told you that's what you said yesterday in Swedish, you flat idiot!!!" "It's good that I'm pregnant from Ollie, but the breakup was very rough, the boys don't want to talk about it, let's sit down somewhere and celebrate the engagement."

"I'm a fool, I let the boy I love go." I twirled the racket and at least tried not to throw it, but once I almost managed to hit Logan in the face. "Ugh, I'm sorry, my thoughts wandered somewhere else." "Paul is your boyfriend, that is, the one with whom you made the news." "Logan, it's not true, you made this up and you spread or spread the rumor about me, it's not false." ,.I have no relations with the f2 field, they said that you were dating him and he was quite angry about the kiss, who did it happen to?" "Fuck you that me and Lando kissed, you fucking have nothing to do with it, you Florida bastard!!!!" I ran out in anger, laid down on the floor and could hardly breathe. Logan freaked me out, he's the gossiper, but I really can't stand it in that field. "Paul pick it up!!!!"

In front of the cattle, I was in the hotel room and I was video chatting with my girlfriend who was there with Bali Carlos's girlfriend and they say that they really like each other... They can't stand each other. Apparently, one of the queens of OnlyFans reached out to Carlos. He is already sick of this app, as are many of us in the field, especially Lando or Alex, although Lando tried it, but he thinks there are so many whores and cock-hanging him prostists up there that he deleted it, so he doesn't date here if he wants someone for himself, he also tried the apps, but they failed miserably there more than once he walked out of the date himself, the subject wanted to kidnap him and drag him out to make him a prostitute, but he was also transgender, he keeps in touch with him to this day, but unfortunately most of them were whores who only wanted Lando's money, so that's all about Tinder. "Sorry, but that was really optional." "Charles can't go without throwing up." "I'll leave you... Calm down, Lando, it will definitely be over one day, don't worry about it too much." "That's not the problem, but Kelly, you know. DR Yin said she started to worry if I didn't only have acne in the morning anymore. Now it's half past two and I've been throwing up for half the day and I don't even know how many Tokyo trash cans are full of what I had for breakfast today." "Fuck it, I'll call the ambulance then, it's bad, not only your health is important now, but the health of the people inside is even more important!!!"

In the hospital, I didn't even understand what the doctor was talking about. I looked at her, then at Charles, who was shrugging because I think he thought the same thing as me, he thought I was pregnant by him. We started pointing out that no, I am not from him, but from another boy who is younger than me. I felt that someone other than Charles would hold my shoulder and bring me heart trouble. "My mother Loki, the heartache that hit me was terrifying." ,,Lando will say hello if we already dated yesterday..." ,,Hi, I've only vomited for almost half a day, you poor trash, and you know I'm afraid that my beans will hurt. I'm about five weeks pregnant, but that's not fixed either." "Thank you, he said that he can tell you at any time that you are seven weeks old, not five." ,,MR Norris calm down, thanks for the information about you now deep air guys from outside..." I looked at him, I couldn't believe it. "Fetus, fetus?" "Tears of joy or sorrow?" "Ecstasy is more there, my little one." "Look at one there and the other there, but wait with him if it doesn't get absorbed by the twins, but it seems to me that it won't." I held my face at the news, my brain couldn't place the news, it was good and bad. "Do you hear?" "Yes, I can hear their tiny heartbeats." I wanted to go out and nyakuba fell over, but I didn't go, I took the little rest I had, I saw how he was wiping the jelly from my stomach, I stood up, took everything and went out. "Why did you send us out?" Silnetly fell to the necks with a tearful face, I couldn't say what to say, "Gemini, now the other is not willing to give up."

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The guest pt 6

Masterlist

Jack walked away from his old friend, leaving Fagin in their shared room and marched down to the morgue and lower rooms in the hospital. His mind wandered to the two women in his life. Belle was most definitely beautiful and determined to become a surgeon, but is that enough? They had a sweet moment a few evenings before when Tinkler was particularly bad. He died that morning.

On the other hand there was y/n, easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, smarter than person he has known, yet you appeared to be quite mad. Or from the future a future where he was nothing but a story. Could he believe you? The way you had been dressed the first day he saw you at least gave some credence to your story. Still even if you were mad you had mentioned Nancy, no one here could put him and she together.

Jack ran his hand through his hair and turned back to his work, attempting to ignore all his thoughts.

*_*_*_*

Bored of time in bed you had walked downstairs in Government house, hearing voices in Edmund's office.

"Five-hundred gold sovereigns going missing on your watch is a bloody good reason to be shouting! Why the hell weren't you there, Gaines?" Edmund grumbled.

"You sent me on assignment, sir." Gaines says.

"The guards, they've all been...?"

"Searched and interrogated. Yes, sir. No culprit yet, but we will-"

" Find them! Flog everyone that was there. Stop the rot. Can't have 500 belly sovereigns go missing. There'll be a riot if I can't pay the soldiers."

"Yes, I understand, sir. I assure you, it's all in hand. With your leave."

"Go on." Gaines came storming through the doors stopping when he saw you. His eyes rake down your form, taking in the masculine trousers adorning your legs.

"Miss y/l/n"

"Good morning Captain, might I suggest you look closer to home?" You say, his curiosity gets the better of him and Gaines turns back to you.

"What does that mean?" He asks.

"Just, don't trust the people around you at home. Look a little closer." You say, folding your arms across your body and leaning one shoulder on the door frame. The Captain narrowed his eyes at you before turned on his heel and rushed off.

"Where's my Lancet?" You hear Belle ask.

"Your what?"

"Medical journal. Where?"

"Fanny borrowed some books. What about my library?"

"It's not like you read any of them!" She called back to her father as she came charging out.

"Belle, don't be too hard on Fanny. She is trying but she will get things wrong." You say grabbing her wrist. Belle sighed.

"So she has done something then?" Belle was aware that you knew things, sometimes things that you shouldn't and though the curiosity was killing her inside, she chose to simply use your knowledge, "I'm going into town today." You say to her.

"ahh perfect, I will need to as well, but I still need to do some research." She says

"I'll meet you there, at the hospital." You both agree and you dance away to the carriage waiting for you. Sitting there you looked at your arm, how the touch of fingers echoed in your mind. Both Jack's and Sneed's. How they were the same yet so different.

'no, you can't do this,' you thought to yourself, 'things must play out just as they did in the show'

You knew you were right, you had already deveated enough. You had no idea what being here would do to them, you or the show. Maybe you should have stayed tucked up in a room keeping away from everyone.

"Miss y/l/n, I wasn't aware you were coming here today." Sneed had opened the carriage door when it stopped. His hand reached out to help you step down, "I say, what unique attire you're wearing." He commented.

"Oh, yes, a little easier to move around. I'm sorry, like I said yesterday the hospital I work in insists women dress more appropriately for the high paced job." You give a small giggle and it appears to appease him somewhat. Sneed walked with you into the hospital.

"What brings you here today?" He asked.

"Oh, I needed to speak with Doctor Dawkins and his uncle. A private matter." You see Sneed's eyes darken at the mention of Jack's name.

"He isn't the man you think he is, y/n. Jack is... unsavoury."

"Don't worry, I know exactly who is, who he was and probably what he will be. Thank you Rainsford." You reassure him. Jack's voice sounds behind you and you quickly go to him leaving Sneed behind.

"Jack?" He looks at you, unable to speak for a moment.

"y/n you shouldn't, you...why are you here?" He asked looking around himself.

"I need to talk to you, and Fagin, quickly."

Jack sighs and pulls you into one of the back rooms.

"Jack, you tried to take the payroll right?" He frowned at you, "and you've squared yourself with Darius? Using his cheating thing?"

Jack took in a breath to speak but nothing came out, instead he moved closer to you, almost touching you.

"How do yo-...you weren't lying were you?" He whispered, you shake your head.

"No Jack I wasn't."

As if his body moved without his mind telling it, Jack reached up his hand to cup your jawline. Both of you took steps until your back touched the wall behind you.

"Jack" you whisper his name.

"You are remarkable." He whispers back to you. Your body wants to react, to lean your head just enough to press your lips to his.

"Wait, I came here for a reason. Listen you and Fagin need to get your stories straight. Gaines will be coming here and he thinks you stole the money."

"But we didn't." He says pressing himself closer to you.

"No, but his wife, she knew you were there for the soldiers she's trying to hide her affair. Just make sure you tell Gaines you're an only child, that Fagin is an uncle by marriage." You tell him, one hand resting on his chest.

"Okay." Jack agrees, his nose brushing over yours. With the hand you had on his chest you gently pushed Jack back.

"You must act completely normal today, nothing suspicious. I have to find Fagin." You say, stepping away from him. Jack held your wrist causing you to turn back to him.

"I want to speak with you more, please?" He asks with wide eyes.

"later." You nod and slip out of his grasp. You have to stop and catch your breath against the wall in the main corridor. You couldn't be sure if it was your medical condition or your body reacting to how close Jack had been to you.

A flash of an old frock coat catches your eye and you charge after Fagin, finding him sitting on a bench, in the courtyard outside the hospital.

"Fagin, I need you to listen to me. No, schemes or deviation okay." You speak sternly, "Gaines will be coming here. You and Jack need to keep your stories straight. You are his uncle by marriage. Jack is an only child. Okay? Do not change it in anyway."

With a side smile Fagin nodded, his eyes looking around himself. You clock Red coming in with a basket under her arm.

"Red boots." You whisper to the old man before watching Fagin saunter off. Sitting back on the bench you take a few moments to breathe slowly.

"I want Dawkins red-handed, you hear? Search every ward and cranny for the pay." Gaines' voice caught your attention and you watched him order his men just the way you had seen on screen. You tried to think of a way to slow the Captain down without changing too much of the scene.

"Captain Gaines?" You called over to him, marching over to him.

"you appear to be everywhere this morning, Miss y/l/n." He eyes you suspiciously.

"A lucky I am happy for, Captain. Have you had any yourself, in finding your lost coins?" You ask. His nose twitches with annoyance.

"Not yet, though I must thank you, you were right about looking at home. Seems the doctor was in attendance to my men." He says.

"Yes, I heard, you still owe money for that do you not?" You think quickly, "A dishonour to have a man such as yourself have to pay for keeping your men healthy. After all without you and the redcoats where would this town be?" You give his forearm a small squeeze and he looks at your hand before turning his eyes back to you.

"I do not disagree, though it is not often I hear the recognition."

"I have rarely come across a man as virtuous and righteous as yourself. This town would be a disaster without you." You hope the compliments would ease his disdain of anyone he would come across. Gaines dipped his head in a bow to you.

"You are extremely kind, miss. Now, may I ask why you are here at the hospital?"

"Oh, to see Doctor Sneed." You lie.

"very good. If you'll excuse me." Gaines gave you a smile that you would call almost sweet before he ran off. You knew you would have to waste time now visiting with Sneed so you rushed into the hospital to find him. He was in his office going over papers.

"Excuse me, Doctor Sneed?" You say knocking on the open door.

"Ahh, come in please. Have you concluded your business with Dawkins?" He asked, putting down the papers.

"I did. I just wanted to come in and thank you, thank you for your help over the last few days. When Lady Fanny found me I was disoriented, but you have been helpful to me." Sneed stood, gesturing to another chair for you to sit.

"I have to say, you are an extraordinary lady. You have an extensive knowledge of medical equipment and procedures, which would be a great help to any Doctor. You told.me of your father, but how would one contact the great man?" He asked.

"oh umm, no you can't. He um, he died when I was younger." You reply confused as to why he had asked.

"Oh, I am sorry, there is no other family then? Nothing of note?"

"No, I'm alone I suppose." You sigh.

"Well no matter. I mean, I am very sorry for your loss, but with my brother's generous gift within the nutmeg trade money would be no trouble. A dowry isn't necessary." He rambled on.

"Wait, a dowry? Rainsford are you...no." you stood up and half paced the room.

"No?"

"Look, you are a fine man but we just met. I hardly know you or anyone here truly." You say quickly .

"Then it is a matter of time?" He asks.

"No, I, umm. I'm sorry I don't...I should go." You say backing up to the door.

"Y/n, I am err,"

"No, Rainsford, I'm sorry, this was rather quick," you try to let him down easily, "I do not know if I wish to um, Join with anyone. Excuse me, Doctor." Your chest is squeezing tightly as you dart from the office, closing his door behind you.

Thank you for reading. ❤️

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[flurrys-creativity]

Doctor’s Appointment

Pairing: Johnny Suh (NCT) X GN!Reader; Genre: Doctor AU, Hospital AU, strangers to somewhat lover, Single parent AU, somewhat fluff, kinda romance; Rating: sfw, pg-13; Warnings: sick baby, being in a clinic, rude elderly woman, self doubt, johnny being slightly intimidating (if you squint), infusion bags, mentions of needles and piercing the skin with said needles, mentions of passing out, mentions of neglecting ones own needs, a nosy neighbour; Wordcount: 3.269

Summary: Being a single parent isn’t always easy. Especially not when your kid is sick and you just don’t know what to do. If it weren’t for one very handsome doctor.

You nearly ran against the automatic doors as they didn’t open fast enough. Impatiently you tapped from one foot on the other, wincing with every cry that reached your ears.

During the ride here your little one had passed out from exhaustion, the high fever and constant crying throughout the afternoon, evening and half the night finally took a toll. But the second you unbuckled the seatbelt and lifted your baby into your arms it woke up again.

You ignored the stares and frowns from the few people around you, hurrying to the front desk where you stopped and started rocking your baby, hoping to cease the crying. Sadly nothing worked. Instead your little one only cried louder and louder.

By now you were surprised your eardrums didn’t burst, though you were sure you would hear a ringing the second it got remotely quiet again.

“Hey, I called, like yesterday and I was told I should come to the clinic when the symptoms of my baby wouldn’t get better and I think they got worse?” You tried to speak as calmly as possible but at the same time it felt as if you were screaming at the person behind the front desk.

“Mhm, I need to get your information first. Please take this form and fill it out. I’ll get you once the doctor is free.” They handed you a clipboard with an attached pen and pointed to the waiting area behind you.

You took the form out of their hand with a sigh and walked over to an empty seat. You struggled slightly to fill it out while also holding your child in your arm, bobbing it up and down. Again, the few people around you shot you nasty glances, basically throwing daggers at you with their eyes. You weren’t sure whether it was because of your child crying so loudly, because of your appearance or because of both combined - though you would bet your money on the latter.

You only wore some grey, old jogging pants and a loose white tee, which probably didn’t look as fresh as it should be. Due to the sickness of your child you refused to wear anything fancy - not just because of the fact you already had puke all over you once but more with the reason you just had no time. You stayed up for more than one night already, the symptoms and fever having only gotten worse since three days ago.

When your child showed the first symptoms of being sick, you immediately made an appointment with a doctor, not wanting to risk anything when it came to your little bean. There you got some medicine and tips on how to deal with it, saying it should get better in a few days.

Nothing had changed and so you had called this clinic, wanting to get a different opinion on the matter and they only told you to come by should anything get worse. Which it did - hence the reason you sat in the waiting area, looking like a catastrophe with your child still crying.

Once you filled out the form and handed it back to the person behind the front desk, you wandered up and down through the halls. Even though your legs hurt from constantly moving around, you just couldn’t sit still. On one hand you still hoped to calm your baby enough for it to stop crying and on the other hand there was no way for you to sit down and relax when you were this worried.

“Some people just aren’t cut out to be a parent”, an older woman sneered as you walked past her, “can’t even calm their own child.”

You turned back around to the woman, schooling your expression to be as emotionless as possible. Even though you wanted to explode and lash out at her, you couldn’t take a full on fight now with someone, who just didn’t know. “So far I haven’t met an eighteen month old child, who was able to simply say they felt uncomfortable with all the pain and exhaustion they were experiencing. So if you would kindly mind your own business? Thank you.”

“Blaming the child now? You are a horrible parent! Maybe you should have sent your significant other instead of yourself if you can’t deal with your own child!” She told you - loud enough for other people to look at you as well.

You clenched your jaw and tried to take several deep breaths. That comment stung. There was no significant other who could help you out. You had to deal with everything that was thrown at you on your own. “There is absolutely no reason for you to insult me like that.” Even though you tried to stay polite, your words sounded rather hissed than spoken.

“I have all the reasons!” She yelled and pointed at you, waving her arm accusingly in front of your face. “The moment you came through those doors you disrupted the peace inside these walls! It has been almost an hour now and your child is still crying and screaming! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Be a better parent!”

You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, making you blink repeatedly. Your heart twisted painfully since that woman addressed all the worries you carried inside of you all the time. 

“What is there to improve?” A voice spoke up behind you. “I see a wonderful parent right in front of me. I see the concern and the wish to let the child be checked up on. This is a lot more than other parents do.”

You bit on your lower lip, trying to prevent yourself from crying right in front of all these strangers. 

The woman in front of you stuttered some incoherent sentences, trying to come up with some reason why you were still a bad parent. She glanced at the person behind you one more time before she decided to keep her mouth shut.

You slowly turned around, wanting to say thank you for helping you, when you were met with a stethoscope, a light blue shirt and a white coat. A small tag with the name Dr. Suh was attached to the coat. Your eyes wandered upwards until you saw a soft, comforting smile, warm brown eyes and brown locks. 

“I think the small one has waited enough. Would you follow me, please?” He said and motioned towards the hallway behind him.

“But it isn’t our turn yet”, you whispered, feeling the judging glances on you once more. Some of the patients had been within the waiting room longer than you and you didn’t want to cut the line, giving them all the more reasons to hate you.

The doctor looked down at you, noticing the glances towards the waiting room. He looked over the few waiting patients, seeing none with an emergency or a reason to be addressed immediately. “I’m sure everyone here will understand why a child in severe pain is more of an emergency than a person with a stuffy nose, who could have visited their regular doctor during the day.”

You saw how everyone avoided his gaze before you looked back up to the doctor. 

He scoffed shortly and turned his attention back on you, the smile returning to his lips. “So, if you’d follow me.” He placed a hand between your shoulder blades and guided you along the hallway and into an empty room.

You wanted to thank him again but he didn’t give you the time as he immediately started asking questions as soon as the door closed behind you. Name, age, weight, duration of the fever, other symptoms, how much your baby drank within the last twenty-four hours. You barely kept up with all the questions and him rushing around the room.

“Sang-so needs some liquid immediately”, he suddenly explained, walking over to you with an infusion bag in his hand. “I also added a small dose of pain relief, hoping to give your baby some well needed rest. You can stay in this room until the infusion is done.”

You watched him inject a needle into the back of your baby’s hand, securing it and attaching it with the infusion bag, which he hung on a pole. 

“If nothing has changed within the next thirty minutes, call for me”, he stated and gently caressed the head of your still crying baby. “I will check on the both of you every now and then.”

“Thank you.” You bowed your head in gratitude, not able to go any lower with your child still in your arms.

“No need to thank me”, he smiled, “that’s my job after all.” With that he walked out of the room and left you alone, standing in the middle of it.

You wandered around the room, keeping the pole close to you, while you hummed a soft melody. You still felt the nervousness bubbling within your body but something about Dr. Suh gave you the reassurance everything would be fine.

Soon enough the crying ceased and dimmed down to quiet sniffles. A deep sigh left your lips and you kissed the forehead of your baby, grateful the infusion was helping. 

Only after Sang-so fell asleep did you sit down on one of the chairs within the room. Your own exhaustion slowly caught up on you. With all the fear and stress you had neglected most of your own needs. 

“Ah, I hear nothing”, the voice of Dr. Suh interrupted your thoughts. “That’s a good sign.”

A weak smile played over your lips as you nodded and thanked him again. “The little bean finally fell asleep”, you whispered and brushed a few strands of hair away. 

Dr. Suh squatted down next to you, observing your child momentarily. “The fever didn’t go down because of dehydration. Sometimes we need to force them to drink. When Sang-so refuses to drink water, try mixing drops of juice into it to give it some flavour. That should do the trick.” He looked up to you, eyebrows furrowing while he assessed you. “Do you want to freshen up a little? I can stay with Sang-so for the meantime.”

You shook your head slowly. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Do you want me to call someone to pick you two up once the infusion is done?”

Again you shook your head. “It’s alright. I’ll call an uber again. Or a taxi.”

His frown only deepened. He raised a hand and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your dry lips. “When was the last time you drank something?” As you only shrugged with your shoulders, he continued questioning you. “When did you last eat something? How much did you sleep the past few days?” 

You leaned into his touch, missing the softness of being cared for by another person. A single tear rolled down your cheek while you smiled weakly. “I’ll be fine”, you whispered and closed your eyes, “I just need a coffee and I’m back on my feet.”

You noticed him wince at your comment before he placed his second hand on your other cheek as well, forcing you to look at him with your glassy eyes. “I need you to rest”, he said sternly without breaking eye contact. “I’ll give you an infusion as well and then I need you and Sang-so to rest on the bed over there until my shift is over, understood?” He didn’t even wait for your answer before he helped you up and guided you over to the bed.

The second you laid down next to your baby, you passed out.

Johnny injected the infusion into your arm and stood up, looking down at you and the small child. Within the clinic Johnny was constantly met with egoistic people, who always wanted to be first or needed the world to revolve around their problems. Yet you had tried not to inconvenience all the other patients, even after they attacked you with their harsh words.

You woke up again from the soft giggles of Sang-so. When you opened your eyes they immediately wandered to Dr. Suh, who sat on a chair and balanced your baby on his legs.

Sang-so held his hands tightly while crouching down and standing back up, silently asking him to move his legs again. Once he did, Sang-so giggled in delight and repeated the request.

You pushed yourself up into a seated position, smiling tiredly while you smoothed down your hair.

“Look, who just woke up.”

Sang-so’s head whipped around and a cheerful laugh filled the room as your baby saw you awake. 

Dr. Suh carried Sang-so over to you, watching you closely as you hugged your kid and mumbled something into its ear. 

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience”, you apologised though you stayed rooted on the bed, knowing full well you weren’t stable enough to move yet. 

Johnny shook his head. “It was my own decision to take my break here.” A pang of guilt shot through your heart and only intensified as he continued speaking. “I also brought you two canteen food. It isn’t the tastiest there is but at least it’s nutritious.” 

You wanted to apologise again, feeling like a burden and a good-for-nothing as you haven’t done anything helpful so far. But the doctor spoke up again before you had the chance to say a word.

“Sang-so? Can you do me a little favour?” He leaned down to your kid and waited for the soft nod. “I need you to make sure Y/N eats something and sleeps a little more until I’m back. Can you do that for me?” 

Sang-so looked from the doctor to you and back again, giggling in excitement and nodding once more.

Johnny turned his attention to you and caught your gaze. “Rest”, he whispered and smirked slightly, “doctor's orders.”

“Okay”, you breathed out, too entranced with his eyes. Only after he left the room were you able to regain some control over your thoughts. Your heart pounded heavily against your ribcage while your hands felt clammy and shaky. 

You leaned back against the wall and closed your eyes, cursing under your breath for falling for the hot doctor. You had a tendency to develop crushes quite quickly. The last time it happened you ended up as a single parent and you had sworn to never fall for someone you barely knew again.

Yet, here you were falling for this incredibly attractive doctor. 

Sang-so sat down on your lap and rested their head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat and slowly dozing off again. 

You rubbed over their back and placed a soft kiss on Sang-so’s head before you relaxed again, letting your consciousness drift away once more.

When Johnny came back you still hadn’t eaten but at least you had rested some more. He quietly walked over to you and gently shook your shoulder, careful as to not wake up Sang-so.

You blinked several times before you were able to focus on the person in front of you. “What time is it?” You asked as you noticed the bright light coming through the windows.

“Time for you to eat something.” 

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you accepted the food he held out to you. “I’m sorry you had to watch this little monster while you were on your break.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Johnny sat back down on the chair and waited patiently for you to eat. He made light conversation with you after he sensed your nervousness, easing your mind almost instantly. “Once you finish eating, I’ll drive you home.”

You nearly choked on the food you just swallowed. “I can’t possibly accept that!”

“My shift ended half an hour ago. I really don’t mind offering you a lift. I don’t think waiting for an uber or a taxi would be a good choice with Sang-so still being under the weather.” 

At that moment you noticed he didn’t wear the white coat anymore. Instead an overly large hoodie adorned his upper body. 

“Dr. Suh…”

“Off my shift, not a doctor anymore. Call me Johnny.” He grinned at you, the smile becoming even wider when you sighed in defeat and accepted his offer.

After you ate up, Johnny guided you through the hospital to the parking lot. He opened the door for you and pulled a baby seat out of the trunk of his car, helping you to secure it on the backseat. 

You felt oddly safe on the backseat of this man, though your heart rate spiked whenever your eyes met through the back view mirror. You knew you’d miss the attentiveness the second you’d get to your apartment and be the lonely single parent again but that thought didn’t prevent the butterflies inside your stomach.

When Johnny parked in front of your home, he quickly got out of the car and opened the door for you again.

“How can I ever repay you for your kindness?” You held Sang-so in your arms while Johnny put the baby seat back into his trunk. Before he was able to answer you though, your nosy neighbour opened the window and called out for you.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you got a boyfriend!”

“He’s no-...”

“Is he treating you right? Where was he when Sang-so was so sick? Did you scold him for not helping you out? He better step up his game! Aigo, don’t get fooled just because he looks handsome!”

“Miss Kim, I don’t have…”

“You should move in to help Y/N during a crisis. Last night they got into an uber! Do you know how dangerous that is for a single parent?” Once again you got interrupted by her, making you sigh deeply. 

From all her nagging, Sang-so woke up again and looked around. The second your baby noticed Johnny standing beside you, the little monster leaned over to him and made grabby hands while giggling.

Johnny quickly grabbed Sang-so and made silly faces, saving you the struggle of holding such a whirlwind in your arms. 

“At least he’s good with kids”, Miss Kim yelled and nodded approvingly, “maybe you chose a good one this time.”

Having had enough of this woman you simply faked a smile and dismissed her antics with a wave of your hands before you turned your back to her. “Sorry about that”, you murmured and reached for Sang-so, “I’ll explain the situation to her another time.”

“How about you repay me back with a date”, Johnny suggested and leaned down to your ear, “this might even save you the explanation to Miss Kim.” He chuckled softly and handed you Sang-so, only straightening again after he kissed your cheek. “Think about it. You know where to find me.” With that he bit his goodbye, even waving one last time to Miss Kim, before he got into his car and drove off.

Maybe your heart was making a good choice, despite fearing it might collapse any second now. You watched the car disappear into the distance, still stunned due to the soft kiss. Maybe you should give this a shot. At least your mind already played a dozen romantic scenarios over and over. 

One of them being you with a small present at the clinic asking to see him and say thank you. And yes. You’d definitely say yes to a date with him. Maybe you should make a doctor’s appointment to let him know. 

A soft giggle escaped your lips and you turned your head to look at Sang-so, smiled as well. 

Yeah, you definitely wanted to make that doctor’s appointment.

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[meadow-selfship]

Hans x Ursula (s/i)

Day 1, 2, 3 for Self-indulgent September (first meeting, museum date (if you squint), Autumn weather/rainy day)

Like many of my 'better' works, this is vaguely inspired by a dream I had that I heavily adapted into this piece.

Pairing: Hans Gruber x Ursula (s/i)

Wordcount: 1660

Setting: a very rainy New Year's Eve.

Dividers by cafekitsune

The pouring rain strained our vision, as we ran over the slippery asphalt. My brother, Abel, followed close behind me. Even though we tried avoiding puddles, our shoes were wet and soggy already.

“In there, the museum looks like it’s still open,” I called over my shoulder. We reached the doors and didn’t hesitate for a single moment, before we barrelled in. The light in the lobby was still on, a clerk sat bored behind the monitors, glancing up from his crossword puzzle. The desk was right by the door, but just past the desk was a little area with seats. It reminded of a doctor’s waiting room with the magazines on the coffee table and the white walls.

Abel sighed and slumped against the door. We dripped all over the door mat, from coat to Abel’s jeans to my wool skirt – everything was soaked through. I wiped at my face, trying to avoid messing up my make-up.

“Good evening,” the clerk greeted and I walked a little closer.

“Hello. Do you mind if we stay here and try to dry up a bit? I know it’s late…” I said.

“Nah, go ahead,” he said with a wave of his hand. “The New Year’s party is going on upstairs so we aren’t closing anytime soon.”

“Thank you,” I said with a nod and squeezed the water from the hem of my wool skirt. Disgusting. Boisterous noises came from upstairs; yelling, laughter, people popping small fireworks. Abel and I exchanged a look.

“Sounds like quite the party,” Abel said.

The clerk shifted. “Sure is.”

“Let’s dry off in the bathroom,” I said to Abel.

“Down the hall to the right,” said the clerk and we went on our way.

“Can’t believe it’s still not stopped raining,” said Abel, nudging my knee with his foot. We sat on the couch in the museum lobby, staring restlessly outside. We worked our way through the art magazines that were strewn about the coffee table, but nothing could quell our unease. At some point, the party upstairs quieted down inexplicably, but no one came down to leave. We’d taken our shoes, gloves and coats off and left them on the radiator, hoping they would dry soon. My hair was still dry, thanks to my thick fake fur hat, that now laid sadly next to the gloves, looking something like a deflated wet rat.

“Can I write on this? It’s yesterday’s paper,” I held the paper up.

“Go right ahead,” the man said, hiding a strange tenseness by pretending not to be interested. Bored out of my mind, I circled the fun words, doing as I often do on the train; to see if there is a hidden poem in the front page article.

I turned to Abel. “It’s already half past eight. You were meeting some friends at ten, right?”

The clerk glanced up, something uncharacteristically calculating in his eyes, for a museum desk clerk. Something felt off. We’d better get going soon.

“Yeah. There’s still time. What are you doing?”

“Black out poem.” I nudged the paper to him. “Your turn. Just circle words or connect them.”

He blinked at me. “Mom and dad should’ve never let you study art.”

I laughed. “I assure you I would’ve been equally pretentious even without the education.”

A static buzz made us look to the desk, where the clerk answered a walkie-talkie.

A walkie-talkie is not something front-office workers usually have in a museum, is it? Something was definitely wrong. I pulled the newspaper towards me and penned a quick ‘er is iets mis’ on it. Abel nodded, mirroring my worried expression. We got up, trying to not let our alarmed expressions show.

"You're leaving?" asked the clerk. 

"Yeah, if the rain isn't letting up anyway, we better get home and dry up there," I said, going for my shoes. Ew, still soaked. Cold, too, and I hoped my toes would recover quickly once at home. Not that it mattered now, since it was still coming down in buckets and we'd be soaked through even if our clothes were dry.

"Gross," said Abel, his lip curling with the feeling of it as he pulled the still wet shoe over his socks. Before we could get our coats on, a small group of men came down the stairs. They walked quickly, with purposeful strides, The one who came down first wore an impeccable suit, was he the museum director? Whether he was or wasn't, Abel and me backed away to the door. I grabbed my coat over my arm and held my hat, same as Abel.

"There was only one thing I asked of you, Johan. It was to keep people out," said the one in the suit. With the way he strode towards the clerk, it looked like he wanted to hurt the man. We should've listened to our gut sooner.

I pushed against the door, and instead of it giving way, it made a beeping noise and stayed shut. The eyes of the men from upstairs fell on us. Suddenly it was like I was a kid caught with my hand in the cookie jar, and I stared back at them with unease. The one in the suit, the scariest one, turned around, and our eyes locked. His expression changed.

"See, the alarm was on, I swear-"

"Johan," he drawled, "you didn't say we had such a lovely guest."

He made a jovial gesture, and came closer. "How rude of me not to introduce myself." 

His sudden pleasantness threw me off. He extended his hand, and the way he did it made me take it, despite the strangeness of the situation. "Hans Gruber. And you? Hiding from the rain?"

"Ursula," I said, trying to apply equal pressure to the handshake. "Yes, we're very sorry for intruding. We just came by here from work, and..."

His touch lingered, warm. His smile was the most charming one I've ever seen. "And this is your..?" He gestured to Abel.

"Abel," he said, reaching out to shake his hand. "We're siblings."

Hans nodded, still smiling, as something calculating crept in his gaze. "Good, good. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Actually, why don't you stay a little while longer? We are just wrapping up here. How about, after that, I'll take you home?"

It didn't feel much like a question. His eyes lingered like his touch did. When Hans turned around, his demeanour changed again. A business man.

"Johan, I'll deal with you later. Karl; get the car. Fritz, Tony; get the bags from upstairs."

They did as he said, dispersing quick and without fuss. One thing is certain; Hans is not the museum director.

Abel and I exchanged a confused glance. I tried the door again, muttering a mild curse when it didn't still didn't open. Before I could ask if this was a good idea, Hans turned back, coming closer now. 

"It's really no trouble for us to walk, we wouldn't want to inconvenience you."

"You're not from here, are you?" Hans ignored my statements to weasel our way out the door. His hand rested on my shoulder, as he directed us away from the exit and towards the elevators. "When I first came here, it was those times when strangers showed great kindness that made me feel welcome. Let me extend that same kindness to you, today."

"Sir, it's New Year's Eve, surely you have something better to do."

"Oh, Liebling, just call me Hans." His hand slipped to my back now, pressing on insistently enough to make it awkward to linger. "Isn't that even better? A festive mood during a festive time. How are you celebrating?"

Even though Abel followed by my side, it felt like Hans addressed only me. We reached the elevators and Hans stepped forward, pressed buttons, no matter that we didn't agree to come with at all. Abel glanced back at the door. I shrugged at him.

"Abel is going to see some friends later," I said, shifting the focus to him. "They're going into the city, find a good spot to watch the fireworks."

"How nice," he said. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Hans went in first. He expected us to follow, but more so than that, it felt like he didn't even consider it a possibility that we wouldn't. We stepped in and the doors closed. "And you, Liebling?" 

Me, Liebling... "Hmm, watch fireworks from my window and go to bed on time. I'm not such a fan of the loud and the-" I gestured with my arms, "the boisterous."

Hans looked at me for a long moment, no judgement in his eyes, only curiosity and an unexpected fondness. "Then join me in doing the same. My hotel room has an incredible view." Where someone else saying the same thing, would have been a gaud-ish boast, it wasn't with him. His voice was soft, the quietness in which he said it made my heart stir. Would he not be celebrating with those men from before? Or with friends of his own? Not even a wife? If he’s staying at a hotel room, he could be far from home… Just like me.

I kept silence, not breaking eye contact. The moment lasted like that, us staring at each other, Hans' request hanging in the air between us. If we kept it up like this, I wouldn’t need to say anything at all. He could see it all, written on my face, just for him to read – that’s what it felt like. The elevator dinged. Despite having, once again, heard no ‘yes’, Hans led us to the car. 

"Bring Abel home first," I said. "Then we can talk."

Hans’ smile was brighter than even the most colourful fireworks.

#this is so self indulgent it can make me cry or cringe or sob in joy so im just gonna hit post and not think abt it anymore #📔 noli me tangere 🍂 #hans gruber x s/i #hans gruber x oc #hans gruber #im already working on a part 2 to this bc i could but idk if its even going anywhere #self ship #selfshipping #self shipper #self ship community #self insert #die hard 1988 #self-indulgent september

[avengers-assemble-fics]

Forgotten Letters | June 5, 1943

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Warnings: mention of character death, WWII, Summary: Steve left for war and Y/N Barnes was left behind worrying about the best friend she's in love with and her brother. Letters between the three keep her nerves calm, but she can't bear the thought of losing them when something happens. Author's Note: This is a series of short letters between Steve, Bucky, and the reader. Each part is a different letter. This fic takes place during Captain America: The First Avenger.

Dear Steve, 

Things aren’t the same here without you. The tea shop has been empty without our favorite customer. No one has the time for tea anymore anyway. Mostly, we see those same rich stiffs who are too up their own butts to bother with a “please” or a “thank you” rather than barking orders. You’ll never believe who came in yesterday though! Howard Stark! As in the inventor we saw at the fair right before you left! 

I was in the process of cleaning up the counters when he came in! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked up and saw him! I nearly forgot to ask what he wanted to order. Howard Stark! In my Nan’s little shop! 

He ordered that expensive tea we hardly ever sell and I kept apologizing for taking so long. Like I said, I was in the middle of washing the counters, so the cups and other equipment were in the water waiting to be washed. He was patient though. He stood at the counter and talked to me while I was washing the dishes. I didn’t think there was much to talk about, honestly. I don’t understand the mechanics of inventions, but I can appreciate them. He was telling me about some new things he’s working on and they made sense as he was talking! 

We talked about other things too though. I made him his tea and expected him to leave, but he sat at the bar and sipped his tea while we talked. He was very polite. I felt a little bad when we got on the subject of the war because I couldn’t stop myself from telling him all about you. My best friend! Guy who stopped at nothing to go off to war even when the world was telling you no. I told him how proud I was of you and how much I missed you. He was very empathetic. Even offering to give me money for stamps so I could write to you more often (I declined the offer. It was too much to ask of a patron). 

Before I even realized it, the sun was setting and it was time to close the shop. I was sad to usher him out, especially after such splendid conversations, but Nan was expecting me back home and well, you know how she gets when she’s hungry. So he paid and slipped some money into the tip jar. I didn’t want to be rude and look while he was standing there, so when I locked the door behind him and began shutting off the lights, I looked. Steve, he left me a hundred dollars in small bills.I ran out of the shop to call after him, to thank him or ask him if he meant to leave that much (I wasn’t sure which), but he was already gone. I felt really bad, so I’m going to hold onto the majority of it and hope he comes back so I can give it back to him. It’s too much!  Though, I must admit, I used a little of it to buy fresh paper and ink and a pack of stamps. I couldn’t not send you a letter, of course! 

Writing this letter has just reminded me of how much I miss you. I hope the ink doesn’t smudge too much, but if it does, don’t worry, I’m not crying over you! I got something in my eye!

I hope you are well in the war. They know about your asthma and lung problems right? I swear, I still can’t believe that the doctor agreed to sign your papers! I’m glad you’re living your dream but Steve, please be careful. Don’t push yourself too far, and for goodness sake, don’t pick a fight again! James is in an entirely different division! He can’t save you and I don’t want you sent home in a box! Especially not from being beaten to death by your own squadmates!

I know I must sound horribly cynical. I’m worried for you. Leaving so last minute… I didn’t even get to give you a proper goodbye send off like we did for James! I guess we’ll just have to celebrate when you both come home. So you better come home!

I have so much more to say, but I’m running out of room. I have to try and ration the paper, I don't want to have to use more of Mr. Stark’s money…

Please be safe and write soon so I know you’re ok. I love you Stevie and I better get to see you again, alive. Don’t do anything stupid. (Maybe I should put that same statement in James’ letter too…). I look forward to your response letter. Please don’t make me wait too long. You know I worry. Hear from you soon!

Love,  Y/N

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #epistolary #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #captain america #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america first avenger

[dianalolihikki]

Hey!💜

I don't know if today's post will be as long and as well written as the previous posts. Why? Well, I hardly slept at all. I fell asleep somewhere at four in the morning.

Why? All because of my stupid younger brother.

The retard got drunk. (Don't worry, he's an adult,he'll be 22 this year.) Admittedly, he doesn't drink often, but when he does, he always fucks something up.

He is usually funny when he gets drunk (at least in his own eyes)

It was like this last night somewhere until 2am. He was sitting in our mother's room talking something to his parents and they were fed up with him. Eventually his girlfriend dragged him to his room. There they argued quite loudly,so loud that even having music on full blast on headphones I could hear everything. I won't say what it was about,because it was their private business. The whole argument ended with the idiot break the glass in his door (if you're from Eastern Europe, I'm sure you know what kind of door I mean) The idiot ended up with a deep cut wound in one of his fingers. Our Mom and his girlfriend dressed his wound with this, and then cleaned up the glass.

After the whole incident both my brother and his girlfriend came to me telling me not to worry. But I wasn't worried. I was more annoyed by the lack of sleep. By the way, I told the whole situation to some stranger in an Internet chat room.

This afternoon my brother and his girlfriend went to the ED to have the wound stitched up. However, the doctors said that it was too late to stitch it up,as it had been six hours since the wound was created.

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Today I was out for a walk with B. Unfortunately, we didn't go on it immediately after she came, although we tried.

My dog really wanted to go with us. Unfortunately when we locked him on the terrace he quickly ran after us through the open door on the other side of the house. B tried to lure him onto the terrace or whatever into the house, but my dog is not stupid. He always found a way to get out of the trap.

I was very angry, I even shouted that I didn't want to go for any walk, that is, my frequent mood changes made themselves known again. It was when I was sitting on the stairs, yes, the same ones from which I fell on Wednesday.

In the end, however, we gave up and went for a walk in the company of the dog.

Don't get me wrong - I love my dog, but he has a silly habit of running after cars, bikes, tractors. People don't like it. A post about my dog appeared on a local Facebook group. They criticized my dog a lot.

On the walk nothing special happened we talked about the girl who is hitting on husband B, about E, about my future physical therapy with K. Generally nothing new. We enjoyed the weather,as it is supposed to be cold and rainy until the end of April. The walk was short, but pleasant

We passed the neighborhood girls, said hello. When we were already on the terrace with B,we noticed that a strange, large dog was hanging around on the road. Mom says it's just a dog, so it can't do any harm. Sometimes I really don't understand my own mother.

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If we're already talking about not understanding my mother.

Today my mother was supposed to call for that whole code I mentioned yesterday. Yes, she did call, although the family doctor told her to call the receptionist for that code. She didn't call. She said the later the better and that she would arrange it on Monday. Earlier I thought she cared about time. Maybe she is ashamed of my brother's damaged door? Or is she sensitive to my every interaction with older men? I never confided in her about anything in my life, yet I think she noticed my crush on my high school English teacher and definitely disapproved of it.

If so, how come she praised my friendship with J? After all, they often took me to their apartment or out on the town somewhere in the evenings after physiotherapy at the camp. Mom saw J hugging mine many times. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much?

Mom still said something today that you may think is stupid, but to me it shows that Mom knows practically nothing about my disability,she herself admitted it, by the way.

So that's why she's speaking out on the subject now.

She stated that my curvature of the spine has nothing to do with my cerebral palsy. What do you mean it doesn't? After all, it's mainly due to spastic muscles, the way I walk, a stiff pelvis and weak abdominal muscles. So it is impossible to separate my spine from my Cerebral Palsy. So it's silly that my mother says that that I am more of an orthopedic patient not a neurological patient.

My mom only wants K to give me back massages. I know that massages alone won't do anything here.

Now I am terribly afraid that K will agree to my mother's stupid conditions. Because if he agrees it will be 80 hours of my life wasted.

I'm now wondering if I even want this extra physiotherapy? I think it's too late to change, yet I've started to get terribly scared.

I wrote N about all this. I feel she agrees with my opinion, even if she only wrote me back to work on my pelvis. N definitely doesn't like my mother, even if she only knows her from my stories.

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Okay, I'm done for the day. I'm tired,and the light is still on in my mom's room. It's pissing me off.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || Didn’t Know That You Were Pregnant [Request]

CHAN:

It was supposed to be a relaxing day out with the rest of the boys, going for a walk around the Han River and taking photographs with Hyunjin but your stomach was beginning to cramp and you were having back pains. 

"Maybe you should sit down," Minho said as he noticed how slow you were walking behind them, panting out of breath you walked over to some of the benches beside a fence and sat down. 

"Here," Felix called out as he rushed to your side and gave you a bottle of water, Chan glanced over at you smiling weakly as he noticed how sick you looked. The fact that you'd been sick for most of the week was starting to worry him but you pushed it aside as nothing more than a sickness bug that would pass sooner or later.

"Maybe we should call it a day, you look worse than you did yesterday," Jisung said in a worried tone he didn't mean for it to sound mean but he was worried about you, as were the other boys. Jisung's eyes kept looking between you and Chan as he walked over to your side but you let out a yelp in pain, at first, you thought you'd dropped the bottle of water that Felix had handed to you but then you felt pain radiate up your back and around your abdomen,

"Gross, Y/n needs to control her bladder." Minho laughed as he saw the pool of fluid by your feet and assumed you had wet yourself but that was when Chan's face ran pale and he began to calculate in his head. 

"I-I think my water broke," You mumbled as you looked over at Chan, he was piecing everything together over the last nine months, you'd gained weight, you'd been suck more often not to mention the weird cravings you'd been getting. 

"Holy shit." You yelled out as you struggled to get up from the bench, holding onto your stomach where there was barely even a bump. 

"I'm going to be an uncle?!" Jeongin screamed out loudly enough that the lady that was working the hot chocolate stand looked up to see what the fuss was about. Chan took your hand in his, walking with you towards the car so they could get you to a hospital but all of the boys were freaking out more than the two of you, yelling about how they weren't prepared and nothing was ready since you had no idea you were pregnant. 

MINHO:

You always thought those who claimed not to know that they were pregnant were being dramatic but now you knew first hand that they weren't. Sitting on the maternity ward with your sleeping daughter in your arms while Minho sat beside you on the bed just watching her sleeping. You had been home when you felt a bad pain spreading over your body, you figured it was nothing until it got to the point you couldn't focus on anything but the pain and headed to the doctor. 

"I can't believe you created another human." Changbin muttered as he walked into the room with a look of surprise on his face,

"Neither can we," You laughed as you laid your head on Minho's shoulder still remembering the look of shock on his face he had when you told him that you were going to have a baby. It was as if someone had drained all the colour out of him and for a few moments you thought he was going to pass out but he took it well and spent hours shopping for everything you were going to need online and having it delivered to your apartment that you shared together.

CHANGBIN:

"Where have you been I've been calling all day?!" You yelled out as you stood in the doorway of one of the studios, Changbin was chilling with Jisung and Chan while he claimed he was working. 

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" You groaned at his nagging questioning and looked down at your stomach, the bump was starting to bother you but you put that down to weight loss until about an hour ago when you felt something move inside of you followed by a gushing of water to your feet. 

"I'm in labour, so if you answered your phone I wouldn't have had to drive all the way here instead of a hospital," All three of the boys started to laugh with one another thinking it was some kind of prank but as soon as Changbin saw the seriousness on your face his smile fell to the floor. 

"You're really-"

"Yes."

"And I'm going to be dad-"

"Not if you don't get me to a fucking doctor!" You yelled out as another contraction hit you, bending over in pain as you tried not to fall to the floor in a puddle of tears from the pain that you were experiencing. 

HYUNJIN:

"Besides a little weight gain, there had been no other indication that you could have been pregnant?" A nurse asked as she looked at you at Hyunjin, the two of you had been surprised by home birth. You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to use the toilet only to realise you weren't in need of the toilet but a doctor. The two of you ended up delivering your daughter on the bathroom floor over the phone to nurses and an ambulance team that had been stuck on the roads. 

"No, I didn't even know I could. I was on the pill and we were using condoms." You mumbled as you glanced down at your sleeping daughter who was strong considering you hadn't been taking prenatal care or going for regular checkups, it was a miracle she was delivered as well as she was and as healthy as she was. 

"Well, the hospital will provide you with a crib and some emergency supplies but you will need to do some shopping soon." She began writing everything up that you would need, Hyunjin was already so taken with your daughter he could hardly take his eyes off her.

JISUNG:

As soon as the water hit the ground you knew you hadn't accidentally wet yourself and Chan knew from the look of it that it wasn't piss that had come out of you. 

"Y/n!?" Jisung yelled out as panic washed over his face, he was sweating as he rushed over to you, sitting you down on the sofa in the dorms as he began yelling out for someone to call an ambulance. 

"Relax, she's in labour," Chan said calmly as he watched the two of you but that did nothing to settle you, both you and Jisung turned to him with wide eyes, 

"I'M PREGNANT?!"

"SHE'S PREGNANT!?" You screamed out together as the boys around you began to laugh, Chan shook his head at you before looking around. 

"Felix call an ambulance, Seungmin get a blanket and Minho pack up some clothes for Y/n." The whole time Chan barked out orders Jisung was doing his best to coach you through the pain, giving you breathing techniques he'd seen in all of the movies and TV shows where people were giving birth.

"We're going to be parents." He whispered over and over again as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true and it wasn't some kind of dream that he seemed to be having. 

FELIX:

Felix brought you to the hospital as soon as you said that you were in so much pain you couldn't get out of bed, doctors were running tests on you while you sat in a hospital bed crying into a pillow. 

"Mr Lee, Miss Y/l/n?" You glanced over at the door to see a set of doctors all rushing around outside the door, getting something ready while another came to speak to you. 

"It appears that you're pregnant, in fact, you're currently in labour." You started laughing at the male doctor thinking it was some kind of joke but when you noticed he wasn't laughing you stopped and sat up in the bed. 

"I'm what?" Felix's hand wrapped around yours as he tightly squeezed your hand, come to think of it there was a high possibility that you were pregnant but the two of you had been careful and used protection all of the time. 

"I would assume this is a shock but we need to check to see how far along you are in your contractions," A female doctor came into the room and began introducing herself while you and Felix stared at one another dumbfounded about how this could have happened and when. 

"Would you like to stay in the room?" The mid-wife asked Felix who turned to leave but you gripped onto his shirt pulling him closer to the bed, 

"We're in this together, don't even think about walking out of that door." You warned him as the doctor began to see if you were ready to push or not, 

"Almost there, I would say another hour or two at the most," She smiled looking up at you both as you worriedly looked at one another how you were going to break the news to everyone since you had no idea you had been pregnant in the first place.

"I need to call my mum," Felix stuttered as he looked at you, you nodded your head looking around for your phone. 

"I need to tell my family." You bit down on your lip not knowing if you were excited, worried or scared or if it was a mixture of all of those emotions at once. 

"I would make some arrangements quickly," The doctor teased before leaving the room, you turned to Felix wondering where to start with the conversation.

SEUNGMIN:

"I'm telling you that there is nothing wrong with me, I just feel sick." You grumbled to Seungmin who was pacing around the room a nurse had placed you in, he'd insisting on taking you to see someone as soon as you started to feel sick and dizzy that morning and now you had been waiting around for hours. 

"The tests have all finally came back, we wanted to make sure it was 100% positive before we came in here," The same nurse that had admitted you explained as she held a clipboard to her chest with a worried expression on her face, 

"When you came in we asked if there was a chance of pregnancy and you said no-"

"Because there isn't, I'm on the pill and we use protection," You told her as she continued to give you a worried look, that was when she began showing you all of the tests that they had done to prove to you that you were eight months pregnant and in early labour which was why you were sick and in so much pain. 

"I-I'm pregnant?" You stuttered out staring from the charts to her face as Seungmin sat down on the chair beside your bed, 

"But we were careful," He mumbled as he looked at you, 

"Not all contraceptives are 100% effective, some are just 99.9% you're the lucky, 00.01% That gets pregnant," You knew she was trying to make you feel better but it only made it worse as you thought about how the baby had nothing waiting at home for them when you eventually got home. 

"I'll get the boys, they'll become builders for the day." Seungmin mumbled as he began to call Chan on his phone frantically. 

JEONGIN:

Jeongin laughed down the phone when you told him you were sitting on the maternity ward of a hospital delivering his baby but as soon as he didn't hear you laughing a chill ran through him.

"You're joking right?" You groaned at him through the phone, rolling your head back against the bed as another contraction hit you making you scream out louder than the rest before it.

"Why would I joke about pushing a watermelon out of something the size of a pea!?" You yelled out down the phone to him while the midwife flinched from beside you wondering how you had been clueless about the pregnancy in the first place. It wasn't as though you were trying to get pregnant you were only together for two years, he was still young and how was JYP going to react to him getting a son or a daughter. 

"Please come to the hospital innie, I'm scared," Your voice cracked as you began to cry but Jeongin was already on the way, getting Minho to drive him as fast as he could so he could be by your side by the time his son or daughter came into the world.

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[alstroemeriadissonance]

I challenge you to write Amnesia AU (As in what if Rosa lost her memories either when her relationship with one of the NXX boys is already established or right before they confess their love)

I'd love to see your take!

100 flowers for the love that I have lost.

I will be tackling on the additional asks in this bit: angst, jealous Vyn (again, because Vyn), also that ask re: Vyn and Rosa having a fight about Artem.

Man I love amnesia as a plot device.

This turned out to be a bit on the long-ish side and self indulgent, please be warned

First draft, not edited (yet). I need to sleep lol

Dr. Vyn Richter made sure he was the first person that Rosa would see the moment she opened her eyes.

So when he received the call that Rosa was ready to be taken out of her medically-induced coma, he immediately dropped everything in the research center to make his way to her bedside in the hospital.

"How is she." No one had ever seen Dr. Richter run through hospital corridors before--nothing made him hurry, time always seemed to adjust to him and never the other way around--but here he was, half-walking, half-running with one of Rosa's attending physicians, quizzing him on the way to her room.

"The swelling in her brain has decreased dramatically," said the other doctor accompanying him. Together they wove through the maze-like corridors of the ward, deftly avoiding the obstacles of trolleys, clusters of nurses, and the occasional stretcher. "We're going to take the risk and check on her brain function at this stage.

"Well, you can see for yourself, Richter. Go give these a read."

Vyn got shoved with a folder and the clipboard containing Rosa's charts. Both doctors were still moving at a fast pace as the files were being passed; to an onlooker they probably would appear similar to sprinters in a relay race, as the other doctor had to run to an adjacent corridor.

"She's transferred to a private room, go through that hallway and take a left," he said before heading off to his own way. "I'll see her in a bit!"

Vyn tucked the clipboard and charts under an arm, still hurrying to the indicated room number.

Finally he reached Rosa's bedside, and true enough the indicators in the vital signs monitor she was hooked up to hinted at a more optimistic prognosis.

Vyn was not a believer, not by any means, but when it was apparent that Rosa would pull through, the only thought that ran through his head was Thank God.

A nurse helpfully pulled a stool by her bed for him to sit on. After he said his thank-yous to the medical staff assisting Rosa Vyn took his seat beside her, holding her hand all the while.

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The other doctor from earlier eventually arrived, and with some difficulty had to shoo Vyn away out to start the procedure in reversing the induced coma.

"Look, I know you're concerned about your girlfriend, Richter, but you really need to stop being a mother hen and let us handle this, mmkay?"

"She is in your capable hands, then." Vyn let himself be pushed out of room and settled in one of the waiting benches outside. It was going to be a long wait, but might as well--there was no work to be done with his mind in such an agitated state; agitated enough that the files handed to him earlier remained unread.

Vyn knew that the terms and the values printed on the papers were meaningless--the procedure is already well underway, and everything is now in the hands of that doctor and how well Rosa receives the treatment.

I have to calm down, was his thought when he hunkered down in a crouched position in his seat and held his face in his trembling hands.

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The process to reverse the coma took almost a day, and Vyn had to sneak into one of the unoccupied beds in the nearby ward to sleep--he did not trust himself enough to drive home in such a mental state unscathed.

The next morning he returned to the benches outside Rosa's room. He already looked like a mess: he was still wearing the same clothes as he did yesterday, only crumpled; his hair was sticking out with flyaways after sleeping in the ward; and there were circles under his eyes.

Vyn was numbly sipping on a canned coffee, struggling to keep himself steady when Rosa's attending physician peeked out of the door looking for him. "Huh. You're back," was all he said. "We're just about done."

Vyn's breathing momentarily stopped.

"And Rosa?"

"We're just waiting for her to come round." He motioned for Vyn to come inside. "You can stay inside if you want."

Thank God. Vyn breathed a sigh of relief, biting his lip to suppress the want to cry.

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She still wasn't coming to, not quite yet, but he knew the telltale signs that she was about to come around. Anytime now.

Anytime now.

Vyn mentally prepared himself for when Rosa would come to. She would no doubt be agitated, probably may need to be restrained to a certain degree, he wasn't sure. In any case, however her coming to consciousness would manifest, he'd be there for her.

"Nnh."

"Rosa?" Vyn now grips her hand more firmly, taking care not to move or touch the intravenous needle. "If you could hear me, try squeezing my hand, love."

Rosa's eyes fluttered open, and stared into the ceiling at first, gaze unfocused. It took her some time before she could actually respond to her surroundings. Vyn patiently waited, and then he felt it...that weak squeeze from her hand.

"W-where..."

"Hush, beloved, don't talk yet." Vyn could see that Rosa was getting confused, and her fingers were finding the IV tubes, weakly trying to pull them out. Vyn immediately turned to one of the nurses to signal that they may need to restrain her for a bit until she calms down.

"Ah--" Rosa winced. "Wh--what--"

"Rosa, dearest, don't worry, you're safe now. You're out of danger," Vyn said in his most soothing tone that he could muster, cradling her hand in his. "Love, I am here..."

It is at that moment that Rosa finally looked at him with an unsteady gaze.

"...Dr...Richter?"

Vyn's blood ran cold.

She never called me that anymore. She never did ever since...

"Where's...Artem?" Rosa's voice breathed out, weakly. "I need...to see...him..."

"Rosa, dearest," Vyn tried his utmost to sound calm, despite the yawning pit in his stomach, and the fast beating of his heart about to burst against his rib cage.

"Tell me, what month and year it is now?"

Rosa's eyes squinted shut. "Ugh. My head hurts..."

The attending physician touched Vyn's shoulder. "Richter, that would worsen her--"

"I know," Vyn snapped. "But it is important that I verify something."

Rosa's doctor was slightly taken aback by the abrupt change in Vyn's demeanor, but he understood. He has seen this kind of situation all too often before.

"...June...2029..."

Something died inside of Vyn.

That was more than a year before they entered a romantic relationship.

"Rosa, love...it is actually August of 2031 right now," His voice is trembling.

"Do you remember why I am holding your hand like this? Why I can hold your hand like this?" His voice has taken on a desperate tone.

"Dr. Richter...I..." This time Rosa winced. Trying to think clearly hurt her.

"Richter," the attending physician bent over to whisper something to Vyn out of Rosa's earshot. "She obviously developed RA. Let us handle this one, even if this is under your area of expertise. You know why."

Vyn didn't have to be told; the doctor was right.

He knew he was becoming distressed and increasingly unfit to work--while he had already anticipated the chances that Rosa would develop retrograde amnesia--he certainly did not think the extent would be enough to obliterate the entire time they have been together...

Slowly becoming overwhelmed with the fact that the memories she lost, including the relationship he had painstakingly built up with her, may possibly never come back.

"I'm sorry, Rosa." Vyn gently lets go of her hand and abruptly stands up to excuse himself. "I will show myself out and let yourself rest now."

"Dr. Richter..."

"Y-yes, Rosa?" Vyn's voice was starting to crack.

"If you could please call Artem for me...please..."

It took Vyn a full minute before he could reply.

"Of course."

He exited her private room to hastily make his way to the men's restroom, promptly locked himself in a toilet cubicle, and, engulfed with all the stress and despair that he struggled to keep at bay--he was still human, after all--

Vyn finally allowed himself to cry.

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Retrograde amnesia resulting from a traumatic brain injury.

In the weeks that followed Vyn had been with Rosa faithfully by her side. He decided he should supervise her therapy, after having coming to terms with her memory loss and everything that it entailed for their romantic relationship.

Rosa fortunately did not exhibit any loss of procedural memory; she could still play her instruments, albeit with slight hesitation.

She also remembered her personal information, remembered her friends, social circle, and social norms.

She was still functioning as she did prior her accident, and, according to Artem, it only took her a couple of weeks of getting up to speed before she started taking on most of her usual daily tasks and fieldwork.

All in all, everything was looking optimistic for Rosa.

Except that the events of the last two years preceding her accident was now a total blank.

The uncertainty of Rosa even recovering those memories tore at Vyn, and yet he held her close to him like he would precious, delicate roses whose thorns would violently tear at his flesh and leave him bloodied and hurt--exactly how he felt whenever he saw Rosa look at him like he was a mere colleague, or just her doctor, always treated cordially but never with that warmth, the hunger for his presence, that sweet knowing smile that she used to always give him whenever their gazes met.

At some point, he decided to come clean with her.

"Rosa." He regarded he with an unreadable gaze across his desk, after discussing her progress with therapy in his office.

"Have you remembered anything about the last two years?"

Rosa shook her head. "No. Not really," she admitted. "Though since it's not getting away of my work, I try not to burden myself with trying to force into remembering..." Her voice was quiet, soft, pensive. "You...yourself told me that."

"Yes, I did. I was just...checking."

Then, he decided to chance upon it. "Rosa, have you...have you noticed any items, articles, in your apartment that you do not recall having but you suspect may be associated with me?"

"..."

Rosa seemed to have difficulty with answering his question.

That, or she knew the answer, but couldn't seem to figure out how to articulate it.

"You do not have to tell me if you are uncomfortable with it."

"...thank you." Rosa breathed a tiny sigh of relief, thinking that it would escape Vyn's notice.

It did not.

"However, Rosa, as inappropriate as it may seem," Vyn folded his hands on his desk, trying his best to keep a neutral tone of voice as possible. "I am obligated to tell you facts I know lest they cause confusion should they come up.

"Prior to the accident we were in a romantic relationship. Has anyone told you this?"

As soon as his words were spoken Vyn carefully observed Rosa's face for her reaction. She kept averting her gaze; her lips set.

"...No."

Rosa was clearly torn about something.

Vyn swallowed the burgeoning despair threatening to once again overwhelm him back in his throat. "I see. I would have thought Artem may have mentioned it to you as he knew, and you seem to spend a lot of time with him."

"...No. He did not mention this to me at all."

Vyn noted that she did not deny the statement that she and Artem were spending much time with each other, possibly outside work as well.

He moved his hands to his lap, where they balled into tight fists.

"I see. I will not mention of this again until you are comfortable with talking about this subject." Vyn's voice at this point was now devoid of emotion.

"I appreciate it, Dr. Richter."

"I'll see you then next week." Vyn started to stand up, but Rosa cut him off.

"That's fine, Dr. Richter...No need to show me out."

He settled back in his executive chair. "Alright then Rosa. Take care now."

Vyn immediately fell apart as soon as he heard the door shut behind her.

Of course Artem would step in. Of course Artem would take advantage. I would do the same in his shoes.

We are all incorrigible in this way.

Choking back his sobs, he crossed the room to flip the sign outside his door to indicate that Dr. Richter is Out, and locked the door bolt.

I knew something like this may happen. I knew it was dangerous. And still I loved.

I love you. I miss you.

Please come back to me.

===

He rang her doorbell one evening, a violin case in hand.

"Dr. Richter?" Rosa opened the door, slightly surprised.

As if I never dropped by here on a regular basis before.

"I am sorry to drop by unannounced, Rosa," Vyn said, then raised his arm a little to show her the violin case the brought along. "I did say that I am going to assess your progress with procedural and muscular memory some time ago. I was hoping we could...?"

Rosa blinked. "Oh! Oh..." She then looked as if considering whether or not to let the doctor in.

"Is something the matter? Or am I interrupting something?"

"Rosa? Who is it?" A man's voice called out from further inside her apartment.

It was clearly Artem's.

"Oh. Vyn," Rosa's senior partner joined them by the door, ladle in hand. "You could join us for dinner. I've made more than enough for a guest, so--"

"No need," Vyn smiled at the both of them genially. They look good together. No wonder Rosa started latching onto him. "All Rosa needs to do at this point is to keep on practicing with her violin."

He then hands over the violin case. "I believe I should return this to you; you need your violin more than I do at this point."

Rosa unwisely asked the question whose answer Vyn was trying to avoid having to say out loud.

"Dr. Richter...why do you have my violin?"

"...You gave that to me for my birthday last year. In exchange I wrote you a piano piece. It does not matter anymore, of course," Vyn said blithely.

He did not give them any chance to reply--it would have been awkward anyway--and Vyn took his leave, giving a half-hearted wave to the couple.

===

"Vyn? Are you listening man?" Marius snapped his fingers in front of Vyn's face.

They were supposed to go over some files together in the NXX conference room, but Vyn was not paying any attention to anything at all. He just sat there, just being a shell of a presence, there and yet not there at the same time.

"What."

"I said, have you checked the files I have sent you the other day?" Marius peered at him. "Vyn, are you all right? You're totally out of it these days."

His physical presence in the meetings may be explained off by the fact that the headquarters was situated within his estate, and that he was merely joining the meetings out of sheer habit.

Though if he was being honest with himself not even Vyn knew why he still bothered with sitting in the NXX meetings. To say that Vyn has been mentally checked out of NXX affairs for the past few days may be an understatement.

"No, I did not," came his flat reply. "I did not have the time to review anything regarding NXX."

Marius massaged his temples. "Look, I have a suspicion its about Rosa but--"

"Do not mention her name in front of me, if you could help it." Vyn did not let him finish. "Please."

"Come on man!" Marius was almost about to shake Vyn by the shoulders in frustration. "Get yourself together, will you? Literally lives are at stake here--"

"Which is no different with my own profession. Lives are always at stake." Vyn's voice was flat, as if rattling off strings of meaningless sentences. "Despite my focus on psychiatry even my decisions may spell life or death for a patient. Everyday, lives are at stake when it comes to me, von Hagen, so tell me: how special are the lives you are talking about over the lives I deal with in the mental facility each and every day?"

Even Marius found himself speechless. Then, "Fuck, Vyn, I don't even know what to say to that. Do you still want to be here?"

"I am glad the conversation has steered to this direction," Vyn takes out his tablet and, after a few swipes on the screen, slides the tablet across the table towards Marius. "Take a look at it. This is what I have been up to for the past week."

Marius scans the text displayed on Vyn's tablet. "Shit," was all he could say.

"You...you really are set on leaving?"

"I see no point sticking around, Marius. I only stayed here after Giann's disappearance to oversee the direction NXX is taking without his lead. To be perfectly frank I was set on being an independent agent."

"Ah, shit. I don't like this, Vyn."

"I do not either. I have invested much of myself already towards this effort that I started with your brother."

"...you won't reconsider?"

"I have already made up my mind. You do not have to worry about losing this property, Marius, as I am selling this to you at a great loss, partly because it was your brother who helped me secure this estate in the first place."

"Yeah. I saw it in your proposal. No issues there."

"I would be gladly giving this to Pax at no cost, but I will need the proceeds to fund my immediate plans."

This piqued Marius's interest. "Which is?"

"A long overdue sabbatical." Vyn pushed himself out of his seat. "Then I will figure things out from there."

===

The sky over Vyn's garden was overcast, and from the horizon low rainclouds were starting to roll in.

Sensible people would be packing an umbrella when going outdoors in this condition, but at the moment Vyn was not exactly in the best of mindsets.

This was made especially clear in the fact that he had set out into his garden with shears, and a large basket to harvest his roses now fully bloomed, but without his gardening gloves.

There was already a considerable number of long-stemmed roses stacked in his basket, and by this time both of his hands have suffered numerous nicks, cuts, and puncture wounds from the roses he handled with bare hands.

Blood flowed almost freely from the innumerable small wounds on his hands and lower arms, almost symbolic of each and every minor interaction he had with Rosa that tore at his very being.

Each time she calls me Dr. Richter. Each time she looked at me as if I was just another person, and not her lover. Each time she flinched at my touch. Each time she would mention Artem, look for Artem. Each time...Each time...

Yet Vyn went about his business as if he did not feel any pain at all. He would reach out and firmly hold a rose by its stem with a hand and cut the base of the stem with his shears, never minding the thorns that would come into contact with his bare skin.

Never minding the hurt that the thorns inflict on him with their jagged edges laying waste to his flesh.

Vyn worked silently, harvesting roses like an automaton, utterly vacant of the joy that he used to have when tending to his flowers.

His basket was already overflowing with roses of different varieties, colors, when the rain finally poured. And yet Vyn still continued on harvesting the roses fully bloomed.

The rainwater was getting in the way of visibility through his glasses, forcing Vyn to remove them. He continued to work with his impeded naked eyesight.

Raindrops now mingled with the blood on his fingers and palms, trickling down to his arms and onto the ground into rivulets of pink, rose-colored rivers of his heartbreak that he vowed would never be uttered by his very lips--lest he fully acknowledge it, and he would have to relive the unbearable pain and anguish all over again.

"...Dr. Richter?" came the voice that he now loathed to hear.

I must be hearing things. Vyn ignored the voice, and carried on with his single-minded task of removing the roses from his garden.

"Dr. Richter!" The voice only grew louder.

Wearily Vyn set aside his shears and turned to look at the unwelcome guest. "Rosa," he began. "To what do I owe the honor of being graced by your presence?"

"Never mind that, you're going to get sick if you carry on like this!" Rosa held out her umbrella to shield him from further assault by the rain. "Come, let's get you--oh my god, what happened to your hands?" Rosa's free hand flew to her lips; the wounds looked terrible, even warranting a trip to the hospital.

"Never mind me, Rosa," Vyn's voice was already grating. "What are you doing here?"

Seeing that he wouldn't budge from where he stood, Rosa gave up on pulling him towards shelter. "Marius...Marius told me that you will be leaving--"

"That fucking idiot," Vyn muttered.

Hearing him swear in such a manner took Rosa aback. "Dr. Richter, please--"

Vyn raised his hand to stop her from further speaking. "This is none of your concern Rosa, and frankly it never has been. Our relationship is no more than doctor and patient, and even then this relationship will soon be terminated."

"...what do you mean?"

"What I mean, Rosa," Vyn struggled to pull the words out his very being, his patience already frayed. "is that I am also leaving the research institute. I will be handing over your therapy to another specialist, if you are worried about me dropping the ball just like that."

Rosa visibly panicked at his words. "Of course I am not worried about that, Dr. Richter!" she found her voice rising. "I find this totally unnecessary--would it make things better if I left instead of you?"

Vyn took a deep breath. "Rosa."

"Yes?"

"Rosa, please do not misunderstand. You no longer have the right to talk with me in this manner," Vyn hissed through his teeth. "You have no right to ask me personal questions. You and I, we are just casual colleagues. Do you hear me?"

"...yeah. I hear you."

And yet, Vyn is seeing Rosa struggling to suppress her own sobs.

"Why are you crying?" came his callous question.

"I can't help it, Vyn," came her answer. "I'm suddenly remembering bits and pieces of how we were, but I don't know exactly how to feel about you. And Artem has been with me all throughout and, frankly, I don't know what to do anymore."

Vyn regarded the quietly weeping Rosa with a gaze so unfeeling it made her feel sick.

"I am sorry, Rosa, but if I need to rephrase what I said--I do not give a shit."

"Fine, I get the message." Rosa's lips were trembling. "Well, at the very least can we have your wounds treated?"

"You have no right to be concerned about me, Rosa. Know your place."

That was the final nail in the coffin, as Rosa stifled a loud sob at his words, making her turn on her heel and run out of the garden.

Leaving Vyn alone, once again miserable, on his own.

He stood there, immobile, letting the rain wash over him as he freely wept, his tears camouflaged by the torrential rain.

===

"I don't understand. Why am I made to go to his house?" asked Rosa.

"Um. It's just something you have to see for yourself. It's rather hard to explain," said Luke. "But don't worry, nothing grisly or anything of the sort," he quickly added.

"Yeah. We just came across it when we checked Vyn's house after he left without notice," Marius added.

Rosa looked at Artem, who only squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll come with you."

Luke and Marius briefly shared a look. "Um," Marius began, not knowing how to start. "Sorta gon be awkward with us boys seeing it. Haha. Um."

"I agree with Marius, actually," Luke chimed in. "It's better for Rosa to go alone and see it."

"Why?" Artem crossed his arms.

"What do you mean, why?" Luke sighed. "We aren't idiots, man. We all know Vyn and Rosa were together before the accident happened. Let her process this alone."

And when Rosa mustered the courage to enter Vyn's Victorian-style house, alone, she was greeted by the sight of numerous rose bouquets, each lovingly wrapped with floral wrapper and tied with silk ribbons.

There were so many Rosa couldn't be bothered to count, mainly because she was already overwhelmed by the idea that Vyn even took care to prepare all of these before he left.

When she gathered one of the bouquets in her arms, she noticed a folded parchment paper tag attached to the ribbon. Unfolding it, she read the words scribbled in beautiful fountain pen script: "To Rosa, a Happy Anniversary, to the both of us."

She then set aside the bouquet she was holding and took another one. This time the tag said "Happy Birthday, my dearest Rose."

Rosa checked each and every tags the bouquets bore.

Congratulations on winning the case.

Happy Monthsary, my beloved.

You played the piano piece I wrote beautifully. You are wonderful - Vyn

Nothing special. I just wanted to share my joy of flowers with you.

And there were many more that Rosa was no longer able to check, as her eyesight was already half blinded by the tears pricking her eyes.

"These...were these all of the flowers he was supposed to have given me during the time we were apart...?"

"Goddamnit Vyn. This is too much of a low blow."

Rosa spent almost an hour weeping for the forgotten love that she has, by the looks of it, irretrievably lost.

===

Five years later.

Rosa checked the address written in her notes and double checked it against the doorplate right in front of her.

She took a deep breath. Right, here goes.

She buzzed the doorbell, then waited for the intercom response.

"You may enter," came the slightly bored, but unmistakable dulcet voice.

Hearing the door latch unlock, Rosa turned the doorknob and entered. "Excuse me," she said as she crossed the threshold. "Is Dr.."

His back was turned towards her, rifling through his files on a tablet. He looked slightly different from how she remembered him: his silver hair was now longer, secured to a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck, and he was dressed rather informally for a physician, swapping his white lab coat for a casual jacket.

"Yes, who--oh."

"Vyn."

"...Rosa."

Rosa gulped. "You were rather hard to pin down, Vilhelm."

Vyn shrugged. "I have been doing nothing but travelling until last year, so of course I am rather hard to 'pin down' by my former colleagues in Stellis. I only decided to settle down here--moving about is getting rather tiring." He put down his tablet. "Please, take a seat."

Rosa settled for a stool set by his table. "I know. Which is why when I heard about a certain doctor from Svart putting up his practice here in this corner of the world I had to see for myself who it was. And it is you."

"Well, you have me right here," Vyn said drily. "I don't suppose you have any ailment that would warrant looking for a general practitioner in another country when you have more specialized doctors in Stellis?"

"I've been looking all over for you Vyn." Rosa's voice wavered a bit.

"I do not understand. Why? If it is for my expertise in criminal psychology, I am sorry to inform you that I did not bother with renewing my license for that specialization. I am no longer a practicing psychiatrist." Vyn crossed his arms. "My doorplate should now say "Internal Medicine".

"Vyn, I..." Rosa found herself choking in emotion. "I remember. I remember everything now."

"Ah," was all he said.

"That's all you have to say? Vyn?"

"...yes. I admit I do not know how to react to that, Rosa, and I do not appreciate being put on the spot like this." Vyn sighed, rubbing his temples. "I am sorry."

"Fine then," Rosa stood up. "If that's how you want it to be, Vyn, then so be it."

Vyn cocked his eyebrow. "I am afraid I do not get what you mean."

"Remember how you kept on incessantly throwing yourself at me back then?"

"You bring that up now?" Vyn's lips curled in a twisted smile. "Yes. I have to admit that it was rather shameless of me. But you have to understand--I was head over heels in love with you back then."

"And now? How do you feel about me now, Vyn?"

"People change, Rosa," was all Vyn could permit himself to say. "Especially after going through rather traumatic experiences."

"I see." Rosa nodded. "Well, now that I have you pinned down, Vilhelm, get ready to experience what you put me through in the past."

"...what do you mean."

Rosa unabashedly reached out to Vyn and took his hand in hers. "What I mean is, this time, I will be the one who will throw myself at you." She then brought his hand to her lips, and planted a kiss on his curled fingers.

"I remember clearly all of the overtures you have thrown my way. I shall mirror them, each and every one."

Vyn had to laugh, despite himself. "Okay, Miss Rosa, what if I told you I am already attached, with a lover?"

"Don't lie to me Vilhelm." Rosa smiled as she gently let go of his hand. "I am a lawyer, of course sussing out details like that is easy--the facts are that you are unattached, unavailable, out of reach somehow. You were even referred to as an asexual by a jilted woman at some point."

"Heh," Vyn grinned, amused.

"Well, what do you say, Doctor?"

Vyn shrugged. "A challenge, then?"

"Bring it on."

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #tot vyn #vyn richter x reader #mo yi #vyn richter #artem wing #luke pearce #marius von hagen #ask

[ah-ga-seven]

No More Pain | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Fem!reader 

Synopsis: The lingering wounds of your miscarriage have reopened. Now that you are broken up, an unforseen change in Jaehyun’s life has brought him back to your doorstep. Will he be able to fix you this time? Or will he fail just the same as before?

Genre: Angst, One Shot. 

Warnings: mentions of the reader having a miscarriage, depression, alcohol addiction and heartbreak.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Probably one of the heaviest angsts I’ve written. I know the subject is rough but the idea came from a dream so I just had to write it down.

This was a different kind of pang to your heart.

You’ve had your fair share of tragedies, heartbreaks and disappointments, but this…

This feeling was nothing like anything you’ve ever felt before and quite frankly, you wouldn’t wish this upon your greatest enemy.  

It was a Thursday night, one like many where you decided to stay in and recharge from a busy day at your demanding job.

You were seated on your couch with a hot cup of tea as you mindlessly scrolled through your Instagram feed. Completely wrapped in the warmth of your favorite fleece blanket. But even the thick fluffy material couldn’t protect you from the cold shivers that ran down your spine.

You blankly stare at the post your best friend forwarded to you via dm and stiffened.  

Memories of the night you miscarried 4 months into your pregnancy flood back to you as you stare at his comment.

You remembered how broken he looked when the doctor couldn’t find the baby's heartbeat anymore.  

You remembered how he held you as you cried in his arms, promising that he’d love you just the same as he tried to console you to his best ability while suffering himself.

You remembered the pain and the relief of having Jaehyun by your side through it all. Glad that even though your life was about to change forever, he’d be the one constant thing you could rely on.

You remembered all of these moments like they happened yesterday, wishing future you could mentally prepare past you for what was going to be the hardest time in your life.  

The man who swore never to leave you did just that, and not even 6 months into his new relationship, your biggest insecurity was made into a reality.  

He had moved on for good, and even though you have no ill feelings towards him, you can’t help but feel anger over sadness right now.  

It was that easy to replace you. And that easy for him to find someone that could give him what you couldn’t.

Even though your miscarriage wasn’t the direct cause of why he left, the effects of the incidence on your mental health dragged him down with you. So both of you felt it’d be better to part ways for the sake of not wanting to hate or resent each other in the end.  

But God…you hated and resented him now more than ever.  

It didn’t matter to you that both of you started to date new people, because a part of you always held on to the fact that you’d somehow find your way back to each other, though the probability of that ever happening again turned to ash.

Your miscarriage broke you.  

No appetite for weeks, no motivation to get yourself out of bed and no cure for the monsters in your head who told you that Jaehyun was only sticking around out of pity for your broken state.

That same insecurity is what drove him into the arms of the women he told you not to worry about, and now they’re having a fucking child together.  

Knowing that that should’ve been you was a thought that was just too much to bear right now. You suddenly feel sick to your stomach, tears prickling your eyes as you rub the spot on your belly where the mini bump used to be 8 months ago.

You were finally doing better, thriving in your job and social life. Meeting new people and dating a few loose ends here and there, but you can already feel yourself spiraling back into old depressional habits as you stare at the picture once more.  

You pettily decide to like it, hoping it would spark interest from none other than your ex, and much to your surprise, it did.

Not even 20 minutes later your phone started to buzz on the counter as you poured yourself a glass of wine. You mindlessly retrieve it, expecting it to be your best friend but when you see his name as you take a sip you almost choke.

Is he serious?

You try to come up with what to say for the next 3 to 5 minutes but nothing in your head seems to translate your exact feelings to your fingertips.

You sigh in agony while leaning over on your kitchen counter with your phone still in your hands, reading his messages over and over again. You subconsciously start to bite your lip in deep thought, getting startled by your ringtone as your phone starts to ring in your grasp.

“Fuck,” you mumble to yourself, taking a big chug of the alcoholic beverage in front of you, putting on the bravest face and straightest posture to make yourself feel better before accepting the call.  

You knew you didn’t have to answer, but you were dying to hear what he had to say under these circumstances.  

“Y/N? Is that you?” His voice was unchanged. You didn’t know why, but you expected him to sound different, be different. Yet the same worry he’s always had for you was evident in his tone this time as well.

You clear your throat to avoid a voice crack and sigh. “Congratulations,” you tried to sound as genuine as you could, but you knew you sounded like shit.  

You start to play with the ends of your hair out of anxious anticipation, waiting for him to respond on the other end of the line.  

“I meant to tell you,” he starts. “I just…I didn’t know how and Chaeyoung suddenly uploaded the picture and-”

“Jae…please spare me the details,” you interrupt him. Saying his name like you used to felt like speaking a foreign language. He stayed quiet upon hearing your voice again and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Do you still live in the same apartment in Itaewon?” he suddenly asks, immediately alerting you to stand up straight because he could only be asking for one reason and one reason only.

“Y-yes.”

“Good, I’m on my way.”

Just like that, he hung up and just like that your heart rate starts to race uncontrollably.  

You down the remnants of your wine glass and hope he’s isn’t too close because your place looked far from neat. For the next 15 minutes, you run around, shoving things into random cabinets. Whether those items belonged there or not was the least of your concern and just as you fluff the last pillow on your couch, your doorbell rings.

You take a deep breath, calming your nerves as you walk up to your front door, taking it off the lock before you open it with a dramatic swing.

There he was. Jung Jaehyun.

As beautiful and put together as he always looked, no matter the circumstance. You forget how to breathe when you lay eyes on him and gulp. It’s actually him.

His big dark orbs widened as he laid eyes on you after months of not seeing you. His facial expression softened, slowly parting his lips to speak but you beat him to it when you broke out of your trance.  

“What are you doing here?” your shoulders fall as you look into his eyes for answers. The same eyes that once looked at you with so much love and adoration, but right now his pupils were stressfully darting back and forth, trying to read you like he used to be able to but he had no idea what you were feeling right now.

“Because I feel like shit y/n. Please let me in and let me explain,” he pleaded with a defeated tone.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “What is there to explain? You knocked up your girlfriend and finally got what you wanted. Why bother coming here? To rub it into my face?”  

Your plan of staying calm and collected went completely out the window just now and you could tell by the shock on his face that he did not expect you to be angry with him.

He took a step forward, backing you into your own hallway. His height towered over you when you stepped back and without looking back he closed the door behind him.

“Y/n. I would never purposely do that to you. Ever.” You ignore his statement, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don’t remember inviting you in Jaehyun. Does she even know you’re here?”

You hold your ground, crossing your arms over your chest as you wait for him to counter your attack, but he simply shook his head. Knowing damn well that you’re acting tough just so you won’t get emotional.  

As he’s scanning the premises, his eyes linger on the red wine bottle on your kitchen counter and with a look of utter disbelief, he averts his attention back on you.

“You’re drinking again?” he asks with an almost condescending tone.  

“Did you come here to practice your parenting skills because no thanks Jae, please leave,” you bite back as coldly as you could, but he wasn’t having it.

“That shit almost killed you and you’re just casually drinking again?” He runs his hand through his locks out of pure frustration, not knowing what to do with the misplaced feeling of still caring for you just the same, while also knowing he has no business to tell you how to live your life.

The truth is, Jaehyun had no idea what he was doing here. Everything about the situation felt wrong and he couldn’t lie to himself any longer. Ever since Chaeyoung told him she was pregnant; he couldn’t be fully happy about it. He couldn’t commit to fatherhood knowing how much it broke your relationship. How much it broke the women he loved most to this day.

“A little red wine didn’t hurt anyone,” you mumble under your breath and that comment alone send Jaehyun’s emotions into overdrive, unable to hide his disappointment and worry for you any longer.

“IT HURT YOU Y/N. DAMN IT!” He raised his voice at you as he roughly grabbed your arm to make you look at him, which is the last thing you expected. He wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself. Mad at the fact that he wasn’t there when you needed him most and mad at the fact that this is what your lives had come to.

You might have previously dealt with your pain by drinking, and you might have mindlessly mixed your anti-depressants with your drink once, which…just might have earned you a trip to the hospital, but that was your lowest low and you made sure it’d never happen again.

You beat your demons by yourself when he had already moved on, so he had no place to waltz back into your life when he felt like it, just to judge you.

You’re absolutely fuming by now because of that same reason and much to your dismay you feel new tears well up in your eyes.  

“NO, YOU HURT ME!” you yell back at him as you smack his chest, the salty droplets streaming down your face as you kept hitting his chest to make him feel your pain. “YOU LEFT ME.”

Your knees got weak and you knew you looked absolutely pathetic as you crouched down in front of him. Shock took over his features as he got down on his own knees just as quickly, pulling you into the comfort of his arms. The warmth that you used to call home and the warmth that always seemed to calm you down engulfed you completely, a feeling your favorite fleece blanket from before could hardly imitate.  

He patted your head with assuring strokes, whispering sweet nothings to you as he held you on the floor of your apartment. Letting you sob the pain away in his black shirt. “Shhh, it’s okay…” he kissed the top of your head, caressing your cheek as he wiped away your tears.

You calmed down slowly, ignoring the suffocating ache in your head and heart while he made you feel safe and sound like he always did. You sat there like that for God knows how long, letting your minds go into overdrive as silence comforted the both of you.  

Ironically enough, this scenery was the exact same as the one in the hospital 8 months ago. You cried in his arms just like this when you had lost your child, but now you were crying because you had lost him. For good now.  

“I would never purposely plan to have a baby this quickly y/n, you have to believe me. Chae was on birth control but it just…happened,” he whispers, finally breaking the agonizing silence.

You stay quiet, closing your eyes to the sound of his low voice, letting his words register. “I was going to tell you. I was planning to ask you out for a coffee but as soon as she passed her first trimester, she was just so excited and made the announcement…it was just bad timing.”

“All of this is bad timing,” you mumble, which made him nod in agreement. He sighed into your hair as he continued to explain. “Y/n, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care for you anymore. I wish things were different, but they simply aren’t and I’m sorry.”

You sniff, dabbing your tears and your nose with the sleeves of your blouse before looking up at him through your lashes.

“You don’t have to apologize for moving on and being happy Jaehyun. It’s all I ever wanted for you.” You wipe the single tear that remained on the corner of his eye, not having realized that he shed a few tears himself too.

He leaned into your touch as he looked into your eyes before closing them, leaning his forehead onto yours while taking a deep breath.  

“I just want you to be ok.” He says suppressing a sob. “I can’t live this picture-perfect life knowing that you’re in pain y/n. It makes no sense; you deserve so much more it’s not fair.”  

Your lip starts to quiver as his words hit you, and you build up the courage to look at him again.  

He stared at you longingly and lovingly for the first time since forever and you knew a mistake was about to be made when he inched his face closer to you, but it was too late.

His lips made contact with yours and you completely gave in. Letting him lead you into a slow yet passionate kiss that took both of your breaths away.  Before things could get more heated, you realize what was happening and froze.

You take a hold of his wrists as you pull away, your eyes staring into his equally electrified ones as you recompose yourselves.

“I-I’m sorry,” he started. “I should’ve never confused you like that. Fuck. What the fuck am I doing.” He covers his mouth as he got up. Frustrated with his own behavior, he digs his fingernails into the palms of his hands to suppress the urge to swing at your door or any other object in sight for that matter.

You get up just as quickly as well. Straightening out your clothes before shaking off the nerves of what just happened.  

You take a deep breath followed by a shaky exhale as you opened your front door, turning around on your heels to look at an equally distressed Jaehyun.

He was about to speak; about to confess that he still loved you, but you stopped him by raising your hand, motioning for him to keep whatever he was about to say to himself.

Your eyes find his own and you take one last glance at the man that was supposed to be the pillar to your family. The man you used to call yours, and the man that you had hoped to still have a future with, despite everything.  

But you knew better.

You knew what was right and you knew what you had to do before things would start to spiral out of control again.

You stepped aside so he could pass by you, trying to avoid eye contact all while you could still feel his burning stare lingering on your fragile state.

You swallow harshly, licking your lips before you spoke as clearly and steadily as you could.

“For the sake of your family, please leave Jae…and never come back.”  

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[the-broken-truth]

Broken-Style Remix: Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne + Bat-Family & Dakota

Broken: Hey, @anxiousnerdwritings have given me permission to make one-shots of their images and letter; of course, I am not claiming this work as my own - it's a simple remix to an already great piece. This one is inspired by one of my favorites.

@anxiousnerdwritings's version: LINK

Quick Note: Dakota is not Talia Al Ghul's Daughter in this - she's the result of a one-night stand Bruce had with another woman named Marissa Blake when he was 27 years old; thus making Dakota 16 when they first met & Damian 10 years old. Dakota lives alone but she has a great relationship with her mother, who works at a video game company as an animator while Dakota works at a local cafe as a barista.

SUBTITLE: BLOOD TIES [PART 1]

[Around 8:45 A.M. - Ms. Sophia's Cafe (Dakota's Place of Work]

Dakota watched the cup on the table in front with intensely focused sapphire eyes as her right hand moved to place the shape of a creamy leaf on the surface of the latte for the customer that made it. Dakota moved the flow of the cream from the bottom of the shape upward to complete the look of the leaf with a smile before she placed the cream container down and gently picked up the cup and walked over to the counter.

"One cream latte for Mr. Brian." She called out.

"What would be me." A man in a business suit said as he walked over and took the cup, taking a sip and smiled, "You Lattes are still the best tasting ones around here; I can see why Ms. Sophia keeps you around, young lady." He praised.

"Thank you, sir. Please, have a pleasant day." Dakota said with a bow of her head. Mr. Brian wished her a good day but not before tipping her $50 in her hand and went on his way; Dakota smiled at the tip before siding it in her apron pocket and went to serve the next customer.

Dakota Blake - a 16-year-old - has been working as a barista in Ms. Sophia's Cafe for about 5 months now and the business has been doing a lot better with her advice on the ratios of coffee-sugar-milk/cream. Dakota also made the pastries in the morning from her Maternal Grandmother's Cookbook who happened to own a famous bakery that is now owned and ran by her aunt - her mother's younger sister.

'I wonder if auntie needs any help at the bakery this weekend for Berry Rush Week. I'll make sure to stop by after work.' Dakota said as she handed a Blueberry-Creme Muffin to a woman who wished her a good day and left; with no customers and everyone sitting, eating, drinking, or using the Cafe Wifi to do their work, Dakota began making sure everything was properly stocked and then began to wipe the counters when boss - and the owner of the place - walked up to her with a smile on her face.

"Good Morning, Dakota Dear." Ms. Sophia said as she walked in front of the corner before Dakota.

"Morning, Ms. Sophia. How are you doing today?" Dakota asked with a smile.

"I should be asking you that, Dakota - did you have to go to the doctor yesterday?" The older woman asked.

"It was nothing serious, Ms. Sophia; it was just a check-up and some bloodwork done." Dakota explained.

"Dear, you know you can tell me anything if something isn't right; also, what did I tell you about addressing your godmother all proper-like?" Ms. Sophia asked with a raised eyebrow and her arms folded.

"God-Ma, please..." Dakota groaned.

"No - just because I am your boss doesn't mean that you can get all business-like on me. I was your Godmother before I was your boss and that should never change." The woman said while pointing at Dakota.

"Yes, ma'am. I just wanted to make sure everyone knew your cafe was a professional place - no one wants to hire teens anyway if they held me call you anything except my superior, they might blacklist you and you might lose business." Dakota explained but her Godmother scoffed.

"Child, if I was worried about a few people not wanting to buy from me, I wouldn't have said anything to you; our regulars are enough to keep us miles above water that they would never turn their backs on us." Ms. Sophia said as she placed her hand on her goddaughter's shoulder.

"Okay, God-Ma. I'll unwind a bit." Dakota said with a smile.

"Good." She said. She was going to open her mouth to speak again when the front door opened - causing the bell to ring. "Hello, Welcome to Ms. Sophia..." She went silent as her eyes laid on the man standing in the doorway. "M...Mr. Wayne?" She questioned.

That's right - the man that just entered the small cafe was none other than the Multi-Millionaire: Bruce Wayne. He stood there in his high-end suit while scouting out the place with his piercing blue eyes...until they locked with Sophia's and Dakota's. He wanted over to them but kept a respectful distance away when he cleared his throat to speak.

"Forgive me for intruding but I need to know...is there a Dakota Blake working here at the moment?" He asked.

"That...would be me, Mr. Wayne." Dakota said as she looked at the man with confused eyes while he looked at her with wide eyes, "Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Wayne?" She asked.

"There's something I have to tell you but...we need to talk alone." Bruce said as he looked into Dakota's eyes with his own.

"Talk about what?" Dakota asked.

"It's... It's a personal matter. Can we please just speak alone, Dakota?" Bruce asked - he almost sound desperate in Dakota's ears.

"Alright." She looked at her godmother, "God-Ma, can we use the meeting room in the back?" Dakota asked.

"Of course, dear. Call me if you need anything." Sophia before she switched places with Dakota.

"Follow me, Mr. Wayne." Dakota said as she began walking into the 'Employees Only' Area with Bruce following behind her. Dakota opened the door and walked into a room with no windows, a long gray table with 5 chairs. Dakota walked over to one and sat down while Bruce closed the door and took a seat in front of Dakota.

"What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Wayne?" Dakota asked as she folded her arms.

"Yesterday evening, I received a call from a doctor at Gotham Medical Clinic and he gave me some...interesting information." Bruce began.

"And what was that information?" Dakota asked.

"Before I tell you, answer me something - were you at Gotham Medical Clinic yesterday?" He asked.

"I don't know what information that is of yours but yes - I went for a check-up & to get some bloodwork done." Dakota asked.

"And...your father - is he present in your life?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know my father, Mr. Wayne. It's been my mother and I since the day I was born, she never needed help from my father and never contracted him, and I sure as hell don't need or want anything to do with me." Dakota said, she took note that Bruce looked a bit hurt at that.

"Marissa really didn't need help, huh?" Bruce asked.

"How do you know my mother's name? Just why are you asking me these questions? What business is it of yours to come into a stranger's workplace and ask them personal questions like that?" Dakota was getting impatient.

"Dakota... I'm your father." Bruce said.

The room was silent for a moment at the words Dakota just heard: Did Bruce Wayne - one of the richest people in all of Gotham City - just tell her that he was her father?

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"That call I told you about - The Doctor called me and told me that he did bloodwork on a young lady who came there that day & when he ran the results in the database to make sure you didn't commit or was linked to any crime - while you weren't involved in any kind of wrongdoing, he found out that your paternal DNA mixed my DNA that was already in the system. He contacted me and informed me that I had a daughter... A 16-year-old daughter whose life I wasn't a part of." Bruce finished explaining.

"So what?" Dakota said.

"What?" Bruce looked at her in confusion.

"Even if you are my father - why did you come here today?" Dakota asked.

"I want to be there for you, Dakota. I wasn't there for 16 years; I missed out on so much and I want to make up for it." Bruce said.

"There is nothing to make up for, Mr. Wayne. My mother, aunts, uncle, grandmother, and godmother gave me everything I could ever need and want - I didn't need a father then I don't need a father now. From what I read in the paper, you have a blood son - Damian, right? You can take care of them if you want someone to care for so badly." Dakota said.

"Dakota, you're my eldest child and only daughter. Please, I want to give you the best possible life. As for Damian, I talked with him - he would like to meet his elder sister." Bruce said.

"As you can see, I have a great life and if there is something I want bad enough, I am going to work for it and get it myself. I don't need a father so respect my words. As for your son - my supposed 'brother' - he would be a stranger to me and I personally am not fond of strangers. Please, leave now." Dakota said as she stood from her seat and began to walk out of the room and back to work.

She watched as Bruce walked up to the counter and asked to pay for a Blueberry-Creme Muffin, he received it and paid, along long as tipping Dakota $100 as a tip before leaving the cafe with eyes on him.

"Dakota, what was that about?" Sophia asked.

"Apparently, I'm the Daughter of Bruce Wayne." Dakota said as she began wiping the counter again.

"You alright?" She asked her.

"Yeah, God-Ma. I already told him I didn't need a father then and I don't need one now and he seemed to respect that I had to say." Dakota said as 2 new customers came in.

"Okay, I'll be in the back. Call me if you need me." She said as she began walking away.

"Yes, Ma'am." Dakota looked at the customers with a smile, "Hello. Welcome to Ms. Sophia's Cafe. What can I get for you today?"

[Meanwhile - At Wayne Corparation]

"You spoke to her, Father?" - Damian said on the phone.

"Yes - she made it clear that she didn't need a father then and she doesn't need me now." Bruce said as he stood before the large window in his office - he could see the cafe on the corner from his place.

"She didn't know that you were her father until now, she may be well off, so was I but I was also unhinged and my anger was out of control. I didn't know that I needed you until I was with you and the same goes for my elder sister - she is the Wayne Heiress, she needs to be with us." - Damian said.

Bruce was silent for a moment.

"Damian, give the phone to Alfred, I need to talk to him." Bruce said.

"At once, Father." - Damian said as he handed the phone to the Wayne Family Butler.

"Yes, Master Bruce?" - The sound of Bruce's oldest friend asked.

"Alfred, I need you to look upon someone: Dakota Blaze - 16 Years Old - Works at Ms. Sophia's Cafe. I need to know everything about her: Where she leaves, who she hangs out with, her medical records, her educational progress, her finances, other family members, and their locations, her likes, her dislikes, what she does in her free time, any hobbies. Everything you can find, Alfred." Bruce said.

"I can find the information, but may I ask just what this is about and who this girl is, Sir?" - The butler asked.

"She's my daughter, Alfred, my first child. I'm sure she was produced from the one-night stand I had with Marissa during the event back when I was 27. I've missed out on 16 years of her life... I'm not gonna miss out on it anymore. She's my daughter and I need her to understand she needs her father." Bruce said.

"I'll do the research right away, Sir." - Alfred said just before Bruce hung up the phone. Bruce looked at the cafe again before walking to his desk and taking a seat before taking the muffin in his hand, breaking off a piece and plopping it in his mouth.

"... My daughter makes incredible muffins..."

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[queenshelby]

The Last Semester - Part Three

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 3,345

Original Blog:

@queenshelby​

Previous Parts: Part One; Part Two

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The Blind Date

It was 7 o’clock when you walked into the local Irish pub, looking for your date Patrick in a crowded room. Luckily, Emma had shown you Patrick’s Facebook profile and he certainly was handsome and easily recognisable.

Unsurprisingly, when you saw him standing at the bar with a pint of Guinness, he had already caught the waitresses’ attention and she tried her best to flirt with him until you approached.

‘Hi, Patrick?’ you asked and he nodded before shaking your hand and suggesting that you find somewhere else to sit.

Eventually, you located one of the high-top tables on the other side of the pub and sat down with your beers and began talking.

Patrick was a doctor at the university campus who had graduated medical school as little as two years ago. But, whilst he clearly was smart, you quickly realised that he was somewhat arrogant and lacked a good sense of humour.

Regardless, you tried to make the most of the night until, eventually, Patrick sought some reassurance from you that you would be going home with him that night. According to him, he didn’t like wasting his time if there was nothing in it for him.

His comments caught you by surprise and you quickly advised him that you were not that kind of woman and you certainly wouldn’t go home with someone you barely knew.

Patrick was disappointed and the conversation escalated quickly when he called you a prude and referred to you as being a woman who simply uses men to get free drinks.

You were speechless and, at half time, you put $10 pounds onto the table for your drinks and excused yourself quickly, grabbing your bag and headed for the bathroom.

There was no way you would be putting up with a man like this and you couldn’t believe that Emma thought that you would like him. Did she really think as little of you, you wondered?

Later that Evening

‘Cillian, hey’ you said as, after spending ten minutes in the bathroom collecting your thoughts, you walked out towards the entrance of the pub.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Cillian asked as he immediately noticed your red and somewhat teary eyes.

‘Well, let’s just say that my roommate set me up on a blind date with a total wanker’ you laughed but, really, you weren’t sure whether you should laugh or cry after what he had said to you. It certainly didn’t help your self-esteem and that was something you struggled with.

What you were, however, sure about was that you were ready to leave even if that meant that you would miss the second part of the game.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’ Cillian asked, his hand resting on your shoulder and his eyes giving you a concerning but yet reassuring look.

You quickly nodded and Cillian responded with a simple ‘common then’ before dumping his half full pint of beer and walking outside with you.

Once you made it out of the door unnoticed, you inhaled deeply. ‘Damn and I really wanted to see the game. Ireland is so close this time’ you pouted slightly disappointed.

‘I am going to watch the rest at my place. You are welcome to come along’ Cillian offered and you took a moment to think about his offer. You knew that your flatmates were having a party and the game was only available on pay tv and you would much rather sit on the lounge with Cillian and watch the Ireland beat France than clean up vomit and empty bottles of booze at home.

‘Uhm yes, why not. Thanks’ you said shyly and followed Cillian to his apartment which was only a five-minute stroll from the pub.

Finally some Privacy

‘Wine or beer?’ Cillian asked after you took off your shoes and sat down on the lounge in his living room.

‘Whatever you are having’ you responded and Cillian was quick to open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.

‘Thank you’ you said as he handed you a glass and sat down next to you. You really weren’t much of a red wine drinker but pretended to enjoy it.

There was an awkward silence between you as you watched the second half of the game but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

You struggled paying attention to the commentators as your mind focused on the man sitting next to you instead. The smell of his aftershave mixed with detergence he had used to wash his clothes drove you absolutely crazy. And then there were his hands, which you watched every time he reached for his glass of wine.

But it wasn’t just you watching Cillian. He watched you as well and often gazed over to you, focusing on your soft facial features.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes into the second half, you couldn’t bare the silence any longer and started a conversation.

‘So, you wanted to ask me something yesterday when I came to your office. But then you didn’t. I am curious though. What was it?’ you said shyly, slightly encouraged by the wine in your system.

‘I was actually going to ask you whether you wanted to watch the game tonight’ Cillian murmured, looking somewhat embarrassed when he looked over to you.

‘So why didn’t you?’ you went on to ask, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Because I realised how inappropriate that would have been’ he admitted and you smiled, cheeks flushing red.

‘Well, here we are’ you said nervously, looking into Cillian’s deep blue eyes for a moment before trying to look away shyly.

But, Cillian wouldn’t let you, reaching for your face with one of his hands.

‘Hey’ he said quietly as his thumb ran over your chin gently. ‘I like when you look at me’ he then went on to say and, just like that, you leaned forward and pressed your lips onto his once again.

The kiss you shared was gentle and tentative, not rushed and not forced in any way. It was a simple kiss, brief but exciting.

‘I am sorry’ you said after your lips drifted apart, but this time, you didn’t look away and your eyes got lost in his.

Cillian shook his head briefly before drawing your face closer towards his again for yet another kiss. Again, it was tentative but, this time, you parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and explore.

‘I shouldn’t be pursuing this Y/N’ Cillian said quietly as, eventually your lips drifted apart. ‘It’s not right on so many levels’ he went on to say but you quietened his lips with a third kiss, a passionate kiss which drew your body even closer towards his until you found your way onto his lap, facing him, pressing your body against his as your tongues moved with each other in sync.

‘I am a grown woman Cillian. I can’t see anything wrong with this and I certainly don’t want you to stop kissing me’ you said as your lips drifted apart again, a shy smile escaping you as you did.

‘I am also twenty years older than you and supervising your drama project’ he then went on to say somewhat concerned.

‘I don’t care about the difference in age and, technically, you aren’t my supervisor anymore, Aidan is’ you reassured Cillian, smirking at him as you did.

‘Still, not a good look getting involved with one of the students from the project’ Cillian said reluctantly but without making any attempt to push you away.

‘Well, I could leave now and you can ask me out again in three weeks when you finish up your volunteering position’ you then suggested all while you started to grind against him, feeling his erection strain against his jeans beneath you.

Your suggestion fell on deaf ears as Cillian already struggled to contain his emotions and needs with you on top of him and, just as you finished your sentence, he affirmed what he wanted with another passionate kiss.

The kiss you were sharing soon became heated and desperate and Cillian’s hands started to roam over your warm skin beneath your thin jumper.

His touch instantly sent shivers over you skin and down your spine and sent you into overdrive when his hands began to cup your small breasts.

You moaned into his mouth and, just after you did, you pulled back slightly, allowing him to pull your jumper over your head.

As he did, you suddenly felt a little nervous and self-conscious but it was obvious. He wanted you and his lips soon met yours again.

‘Cill…’ you said in between kisses and he looked at you, responding with a quiet ‘hmm’ as his eyes were questioning what you wanted to say.

‘It’s been two years since I have been with anyone and I don’t really do one night stands’ you murmured quietly and Cillian simply smiled, caressing your face with one of his hands before responding to your comment.

‘Good’ he said before giving you a quick peck. ‘Neither do I’ he reassured you without telling you that it had been six months for him too, which is when he broke up with his last long term girlfriend Nadine.  

After another minute or two of more passionate kisses, Cillian picked you up and, before you could really prepare yourself for what was about to happen, you were in his bed.

Nervously but eager at the same time, you looked up at him with what you hoped were bedroom eyes.

He got the message and hoovered over you, kissing you gently before continuing to undress you, gentle but a little hurried.

You had already lost your jumper in the living room earlier and now he was pulling on your jeans, getting rid of them in a haste and leaving you exposed in your grey cotton underwear.

‘I didn’t quite plan for this’ you said nervously as you weren’t really dressed to impressed, your underwear simple and not sexy at all.

‘You look beautiful just the way you are Y/N’ Cillian reassured you before leaving a trail of kisses on your warm skin.

The anticipation was already killing you. With each passing second, his lips trailing over your bare shoulders and up your neck, you felt yourself shiver, the heat traveling right down to the taut muscles inside you, right between your legs. It was slick there, the result of your growing arousal.

It wasn’t long until Cillian unclipped your bra, exposing your small and perky breasts. You were impressed that he had immediately noticed the clasp of the bra at the front. He certainly paid attention to detail.

By now, your nervousness had sat in and your cheeks began to flush as his eyes gazed over your body.

Cillian noticed and simply responded with a warm smile before nudging your nose with his.

‘We can stop if you want to’ Cillian began to say but you immediately interrupted him.

‘I want you Cillian, please’ you whispered and he responded with a gentle nod.

‘Relax’ he then whispered before kissing you again and you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

‘Cillian’ you eventually moaned as he nipped your throat with his teeth before sitting back.

You opened your eyes again and watched as Cillian grabbed his shirt from the back, and pulled it down over his head. Next off were his jeans, and then his briefs.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. His body was perfect, his chest was only lightly covered with some hair and his skin was covered in freckles.

But, when you lowered your eyes, your sense of shyness returned and seeing him completely naked in front of you caused you to flush.

He was clearly aroused by you, hard and ready, even though you only just started.

As you nervously looked at him, Cillian leaned forward and began to gently run his hands over your stomach, leaning down to kiss it, before hooking his index fingers into the hem of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

You inhaled sharply, almost forgetting to breath out again as he exposed your soaking wet mound.

What now, you wondered? Like the two men you’ve been with in the past, would he proceed directly to the main event?

‘You are so sexy, you know that?’ Cillian went on to say and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Sure’ you said nervously as he spread your legs before bending down and pressing his hot mouth right against your sopping wet slit.

You didn’t expect that and immediately let out a sharp gasp.

‘Oh god’ you moaned in pleasure as you put one of your hands in his hair and gripped the sheets beneath you with the other.

Cillian’s tongue ran through your slit several times before it swirled around over your clit gently.

‘Fuck’ you cried out, throwing your head back as he began to eat you out, his tongue working wonders on your sex-deprived pussy.

His hands were on your thighs, pushing them farther apart, fingers digging into your skin.

‘Please’ you eventually said, not even sure what you were pleading for. You just knew that he couldn't stop or you would scream.

Your pussy was sensitive, and it had been so long since you had sex and even then, you never quite experienced any sensation like this.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned even louder as he sped up the movements of his tongue.  

Within bare seconds, you came with a cry and a shudder. Unable to hold back, you let go, shutting your eyes to ride out your orgasm.

Involuntarily, you were grinding up on him, your hips lifting off the bed, toes curling.

‘That was quick’ Cillian chuckled after you came down from your high and before giving your inner thigh another quick kiss.

‘I am sorry, I don’t know what just happened’ you said somewhat embarrassed as you never had orgasmed before when being with someone else. In fact, you never even gotten close to climaxing when someone else pleasured you orally.

‘Don’t ever be sorry’ Cillian said, kissing you gently before sitting back again and reaching for the bedside table draw to his right.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you and, shamelessly but also somewhat nervously, you watched him pull out a silver condom wrapper from the draw.

You bit your lip in anticipation was you watched him open the wrapper with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his hard shaft.

Cillian then leaned forward again, spreading your legs further apart with a nudge from his knees. He looked powerful above you, his body trained, stomach flat, waist trim, looking at you with such lust that you forgot for a moment that, just days ago, you were trying to forget all about him. He leaned down, kissing you, tasting you, making the heat spread all over your body as he slipped two of his fingers inside of you, curving inward.

‘Still so sensitive’ he chuckled while you gasped at the sensation.

‘Cillian, please’ you begged. But he didn't seem to hear you and put pressure down, jerking his hand and thrusting his fingers right against your previously unexplored g-spot.

‘Oh my fucking god, no no no’ you cried out, bucking your hips again almost instantly, this time squirting right into his hand. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, your pussy still clenching on his fingers, desperate and needy.

‘Cillian, oh fuck’ you whimpered, not realising that you left a wet puddle on the sheets.

‘Wow’ Cillian grinned. He looked pretty pleased with himself as you sat up somewhat shocked, which is when you noticed what had just happened.

‘Oh my god. This is so fucking embarrassing’ you said when you noticed that you squirted for the first time.

‘Shh, it's okay’ Cillian murmured, calming you down and kissing you.

‘In fact, I think its fucking sexy and I hope I can make you do this again’ he smirked before guiding your back onto the mattress again.

‘I think you might’ you chuckled as you held out your arms and he melted into them, supporting himself with his arms.

‘I want to feel you so badly Cillian’ you moaned as his cock finally slid between your legs, making you squirm and buck your hips.

‘Patience’ Cillian said softly, and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

‘How can you restrain yourself?’ you asked, surprising you both.

Cillian raised an eyebrow, impossibly amused.

‘I’ve been restraining myself from wanting this for weeks’ Cillian said, and pressed his lips to your neck, kissing, nipping, biting and sucking. You closed your eyes, toes curling again, and gave into the pleasure. You did your best to wrap your legs around him, and he began to grind his cock down between your legs, right along the slit of your wet pussy.

When he finally entered you, you both let out a hiss of satisfaction, clutching at one another. The friction slow, drawn out, was enough to numb your mind. Your fingers dug into his back, his hands gripped the sheets, and he made love to you, driving inside of you with careful, deliberate movements.

‘Cillian’ you moaned as you felt him thrust in and out of you over and over again. But, hearing his groans and moans was exciting you just as much as the pleasure he gave you with his cock.

Cillian and you adjusted, getting familiar with one another, your bodies moving in slow grinds as he snapped his hips, making you shift yours off the bed. His pace quickened, and so did your breathing, and in one swift motion, you were a shuddering mess, feeling his cock hit that spot again, making you shatter.

At this point, Cillian was relentless, pounding into you, making you cry out in pleasure. You gripped his shoulders, fingernails leaving crescent marks behind, little slivers of moons, leaving your mark. He was yours and you were his.

You writhed under him, your pussy clenching around his thickness. His hands visibly shook, his breath wild as he moved in you, kissing you almost roughly, smashing his lips against yours, and in seconds, his tongue was sliding against yours as you tasted each other.

You anticipated each movement, feeling the bulge of his cock hard inside of you, filling you. Just when you thought you would come again, he withdrew and helped you to your knees, and when he entered you from behind, it was a whole other experience. He was deeper, and you seemed to drift together. You could smell his spicy aftershave, could smell your coupling in the air, thick and hazy, making you dizzy with desire.

Your bones seemed to ache from the feeling of his stomach muscles clenching hard against your back as he rutted into you. You pushed your ass back against his cock, and you found your rhythm, bodies slapping, panting and grunting in the dim light of his bedroom.

He was thrusting into you and with each passing second, you came closer and closer. You were whimpering, your entire body a mess of tightened muscles. An all-encompassing moan left your lips as his fingers found your clit, and as he rubbed, circling it, you came again, hard and fast.

Blinding gratification. Earth-shattering spasms. A delicious high, an overdose of emotions your body began to shake and your walls began to contract tightly around his thrusting cock.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian groaned into your ear as he reached his high shortly after you did and you could feel his cock jerking inside of you.

His name was on your lips, but you couldn't say it; you couldn't say anything. You could feel every pulse inside of you, could feel every grunt and groan slip underneath your skin, could feel his taut muscles flush against your body. This wasn't just sex. It was heaven.

Just as you both finally came down from your high and while Cillian was kissing the back of your neck gently, he carefully pulled out of you and, just as he did, you could hear him swear.

‘Fuck’ he said in a trance as he pulled back, away from your body.

‘What is it?’ you asked and turned around immediately, looking down, noticing his cum leaking from you and down your inner thigh.

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[agustdakasuga]

Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 17

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

It’s time for your ‘favourite boy’ to meet your new boys. 

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

OOF!

“Oww!”Jisung rubbed his head as he fell back onto his butt. He blinked, looking up at the two suited males before him. They bent down, lowering themselves close to the eye level of this mysterious child. 

“Who are you?” Jin raised an eyebrow. 

“Um, who are you?” Jisung asked back. Before Jin could say anything, Jisung stood up, running to find you. You let out a sigh of relief when you heard Jisung, calling out to you. He quickly ran and hid behind you. You turned around, bending down to see what got him all scared. 

“Aegi ah, I told you to wait for me in the garden. Where did you run off to?” You asked him softly. 

“I was looking for you.” He put his arm around your neck. 

“What’s wrong?” You stood up with him in your arms. That was when you saw the two stunned boys by the door. You chuckled, stroking Jisung’s back and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, they’re the boys gomo works for. They wouldn’t dare harm you.” You told him. Taehyung ran over. 

“You must be Jisung! Hello, I’m Taehyung.” He grinned. Jisung just looked away, refusing to even look at the elder. You laughed at Taehyung’s crestfallen face, moving to sit on the couch. 

“They’re not scary, aegi. Come on, you should say hi.” You encourage him. Taehyung and Jin sat a distance away so as to not overwhelm the toddler further. The last thing they wanted was to make him cry and endure the torture you put them through. Jisung finally pulled away from you, turning to look at the two adults, who gave him little waves and awkward smiles. 

“I’m Jisung. My gomo is your family’s doctor but you know that already.” He introduced. You snorted at his introduction, patting his head. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Jisung. I’m Jin.”

“And I’m Taehyung.” The two introduced themselves. 

“You two don’t look like you do business at all. How are you so rich?” Jisung tilted his head with a raise of an eyebrow. Jin’s eyes widened slightly, definitely not expecting that. 

“Well, we-”

“But I guess your house is decent.” He gave an approving nod. You chuckled, nodding in agreement with him. 

“Usually, gomo works for old people. Are you sick? Or are you all just really clumsy? Gomo, are they really clumsy people?” Jisung put his hands on his hips in almost a demanding manner before turning to you. 

“Yeah, most definitely. Always getting hurt, the lot of them.” You laughed. Taehyung sent you a glare. 

“Come on, aegi ah. I told you I’ll get you a cupcake, right?” You held your hand out to him. Jisung finally broke into a childlike grin, holding your hand and following you to the kitchen to get his cupcake. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jin were still in the living room. 

“He reminds me of someone...” Taehyung squinted. 

“Who reminds you of someone?” Jungkook came in. He struggled to remove the cufflinks of his shirt. 

“Here, Koo. Let me help you.” You chuckled, seeing him struggle as you came out from the kitchen. You stepped away from Jisung, who was engrossed with his cupcake, to help the male. 

“Thank you!” He grinned. 

“I’m still not used to your grey hair.” You ruffled his freshly dyed hair from yesterday. While out of the house, Jungkook decided it was time for a new look and went to dye his hair an ash grey, leaving the roots black. 

“Jungkook, meet Jisung.” Jin slung his arm around the maknae. Jisung’s eyes trailed up to the new male for two seconds before going back to his treat. 

“Gomo, help me?” Jisung held his cupcake up to you. You took the cupcake, peeling the paper off for him. 

“And you are?” Jungkook looked at the child that was glued to your side. 

“I already introduced myself once. Besides, aren’t there 7 of you? I’ll just introduce myself to all of you at once. So I don’t have to do it so many times.” Jisung groaned. Jungkook’s eyes shifted at the boy’s words, turning to the two that were already there. Taehyung and Jin nodded slowly, totally understanding the youngest’s reaction. 

“If you need me, I’ll be in the garden. Come on, aegi.” You held your hand out. Jisung slipped his hand into yours, following you to the garden outside. The both of you sat under the gazebo, him in your lap. 

“Those boys are a little weird, gomo.” He said, swinging his legs. 

“But they’re chill. Can be quite chaotic but nothing I can’t handle.” You shrugged and reached out to get frosting off his lip. 

“Well... As long as they are nice to you.” He hummed. This is why you loved Jisung, he was such an amazing child. Since his birth, he was one of a kind, you haven’t met a child like him before. 

“Aegi?” 

“Hmm?” He hummed. 

“You’ll always be my aegi, right? And I love you.” You said. He nodded his head, making you chuckle. 

“Since the new baby is coming, I know you’ll feel like omma and appa are only paying attention to her. But I want you to know, that doesn’t mean they don’t love you any less.” You pecked his temple. You brought Jisung in to wash his hands. Just then, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok arrived home.

“Hey, Ji.” Namjoon ruffled his hair. 

“Joon!” Jisung hi-fived the older. Namjoon was the only one that met Jisung this morning when you first brought him into the house. The two got along surprisingly well. 

“Aegi, these are Namjoon’s brothers, Yoongi and Hoseok. Yoongs, Hobi, this is Jisung, my nephew.” You introduced. 

“You forgot, favourite boy in the whole wide world and the one you love the most, gomo.” Jisung crossed his arms as he reminded. You laughed. 

“Of course.” You smiled. 

“What have you been up to?” Namjoon asked Jisung. 

“Not much, I met 3 of your other brothers though. They’re alright.” Jisung shrugged. Hoseok looked at Jisung in amazement while Yoongi had his eyebrows raised. 

“Let’s go for your nap.” You told Jisung. 

“But Joon just got home! And we haven’t played yet.” Jisung huffed. 

“Namjoon still has work to do, baby. When you wake up from your nap and he’s done with work, you can play.” You persuaded. Jisung shot you a suspicious look but nodded his head. You carried him up, letting him press his cheek on your shoulder before you headed to your room. The three watched your retreating back, mesmerised by your motherly side. 

“I thought I already saw her as a mother with Jungkook but this... is different.” Hoseok noted. 

“I agree. Doesn’t help that the kid is exactly like her. A mini her.” Yoongi nodded in agreement. Namjoon just laughed, he already knew the others would be taken by Jisung and your behaviour around him. 

“When did you meet Jisung?” Yoongi asked the leader. 

“This morning. She asked if he could stay the night. And we just clicked. He’s such a different kid.” Namjoon poured some drinks. 

“Of course he is, have you seen his aunt?” 

“Hey guys, I’m back.” Jimin appeared. He was dressed in a maroon suit, a colour he has been wear very often for his bars nowadays, with his light brown hair slicked back. 

“Doc’s nephew is here, Jisung.” Hoseok informed. 

“Speaking of...” Jimin smirked when he saw you coming down the stairs with Kookie in your arms. Despite what he said, Jisung must have been tired because he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. You raised your hand in acknowledgement at the boys before shuffling over. 

“You’ll have to keep it down while Jisung is napping.” You told them, stuffing your hands into your pockets. The boys nodded. 

“(y/n)!” Jungkook bound over to you. 

“Shh, Jisung is asleep. And he’s a rather light sleeper.” You hushed Jungkook. He pouted slightly like a scolded puppy. You handed him Kookie in an attempt to coax him. 

“Shall we go get fried chicken?” Jimin and Taehyung hooked arms with you.

“Guys, I can’t leave Jisung while he’s napping. We can just order in fried chicken. Or better yet, ask your chefs.” You pulled your arms away.

“We can ask the maids to look after him for a while.” Hoseok suggested and the others, even Yoongi, nodded in agreement. You glared at all of them, no way were you leave Jisung here alone. 

“Anyway, I have work to do.” You went to your office. Hanbin had sent you the medical reports and you had only managed to briefly glance at them. With Jisung asleep, it was the perfect time to get some work down. You read through all the different doctor reports and all the medical films. There was no doubt a defective heart valve that needs replacing. 

“Can I help you?” You turned from your computer monitor to see the 7 males sprawled out around different parts of your office. 

“No, carry on.” Jin waved you off. 

“You guys obviously can’t leave me alone to do work. So spit it out, what do you want? And no, going out right now isn’t an option.” You crossed your arms, sighing at all of them. 

“Actually, we’ve been wanting to give you this.” Namjoon took something out from his suit pocket, sliding it over to you. 

“A letter?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Open it.” Yoongi encouraged. You took your letter opener, slicing it open before unfolding the folded cream paper. Your eyes scanned through the contents of the paper. 

“An invitation to a party? This is what you guys have been so huffy about? You could just give it to me.” You chuckled in amusement. The boys all cleared their throats, looking away with sheepish expressions on their faces. 

“It’s an annual ball, actually. We hold it for our employees every year. As a way to thank them for their service to our family.” Taehyung explained further. You nodded your head, looking at the details of the invitation. It was a rather formal event and the location was grand. 

“So... will you go?” Jungkook twiddled his thumbs nervously. 

“Yeah. Why not? Seems fun.” You shrugged. 

“Yay- I mean, great.” Hoseok cleared his throat. You shot him a weird look before chuckling and shaking your head. 

“Oh, it says here to bring a ‘plus 1′. I don’t really know anyone... maybe I’ll find someone to go with me.” You tapped your chin. The boys’ eyes widened, not expecting you to go along with that part of the invitation. 

“I-I mean, you don’t have to bring someone.” Jimin said. 

“Hmm, we’ll see.” You shrugged, not exactly bothered by it. Putting the invite aside, you turned back to your computer to finish more of your work. The boys continued to hang around. 

“Is there anything else?” 

“Well-”

“Sorry to interrupt masters and agashi. But I think your nephew is awake.” The butler came in. You stood up, heading out the door. From a distance, you heard Jisung’s soft cries and whimpers. He was still a little kid, waking up in a foreign bedroom alone must have scared him. Seeing you, he immediately held his arms out and you scooped him into your arms. 

“Shh, it’s okay. Nothing to be scared of. Gomo is right here, aegi.” You comforted him. 

“Hey, buddy. Remember we were supposed to hang out together? Why don’t we watch a movie?” Namjoon came, placing a hand on Jisung’s back. Jisung lifted his head, wiping his tears with his sleeve. 

“Come on. You can pick the movie.” Namjoon said. 

“I wanna watch ‘How To Train Your Dragon’.” He held Namjoon’s hand, walking out together. You let out a sigh of relief, grateful to Namjoon.

“Gomo! Hurry!” Jisung called. 

“C-Coming!” You ran out of your room. 

-

It was around 3 am when your phone rang. Jisung stirred beside you, whining as he pressed his face closer to your chest. You patted his back as you reached for your phone, answering it with a whisper. 

“She’s going into labour, her water just broke. Your brother is taking her to the hospital. Hurry over.” 

Was all your mother said before hanging up, leaving you stunned in your half asleep state. You yawned, pushing yourself to sit up. You glanced over at Jisung, who was still soundly asleep. Without making too much noise, you changed into a white halter top and jeans, pulling a coat over. 

“(y/n)?” It was Jin who saw you come out of the room. 

“Oh, hey Jin. What are you still doing up?” You asked, digging through your bag to make sure you had everything you needed. 

“Finishing up some paperwork, I was just about to head back to my room. But I should be asking you, where are you headed at 3 in the morning? Where’s Jisung?” He asked you. 

“My sister-in-law is in labour. I didn’t feel comfortable bringing Jisung since it may get quite chaotic.” You sighed. 

“No worries, I’ll look after him.” 

“Really?” Your eyes widened at his words. 

“Of course, I’ll just bring him to my room. It’ll be fine, don’t worry. Besides, he seems rather close with Joon.” Jin patted your shoulder. 

“Omg, you’re a lifesaver, Jin. Thank you. He’s still in my room, just be careful when shifting him. If anything happens, just call me.” You tiptoed, giving Jin a quick peck on the cheek before running off. Jin stood there, stunned by your sudden action. He shook his head and headed to your room. Gently, slipping his arms under Jisung to carry him to his own bedroom.

“I’m here.” You entered the hospital ward. Your mother pulled you aside before you could even greet your brother and distressed sister-in-law. 

“The gynaecologist said that we may have to do an emergency c-section since she is dilating at a slower rate than what we expected, despite her water breaking.” She informed. 

“I see... Did you tell her?” 

“Your brother doesn’t want to stress her out yet. We are monitoring her and the baby’s condition. But we have to be ready.” Your mother stared at you. 

“Hold on, ‘we’? Omma, I’m not a gynaecologist or a paediatrician. Your hospital has actual trained surgeons in that field that are more than capable of helping her.” You crossed your arms. 

“But you received Jisung at birth.” 

“Yes, but-”

“Don’t tell me you regret that?” She raised an eyebrow. You closed your eyes, letting out a sigh as you know that you were defeated by your mother. 

“Fine. If it really calls for it... But I will only be there to receive the baby. I am not going to be the one to cut into her.” You argued, storming back into the room. You forced a smile, greeting your sister-in-law and brother. Taking the chart at the end of her bed, you briefly read through what the doctor had written. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got Jisung under a watchful eye. You just focus on yourself.” You patted her shoulder. 

“Thank you, (y/n). I don’t know what we would do without you.” She said tiredly, panting slightly. Her heart rate and blood pressure were slightly raised, probably due to the stress her body was going through. 

“You look tired.” Your brother noted. 

“Gee, I wonder why.” You rolled your eyes, pushing him away so you could sit on the couch. 

‘Jisung is doing okay! Don’t worry! - Jin’

You subconsciously smiled at the message, looking at the attached picture of Jisung snuggled close to Jin. Closing your phone, you tucked it back into your pocket as you waited. 

Hours passed as you waited, the sun beginning to rise. Your sister-in-law looked exhausted and even more distressed than possible. Both your mother and brother were sending each other looks before your mother turned to you. With a subtle nod, you stood up and left the room with her while your brother spoke to your sister-in-law. 

“(y/n)... Wait, she wants to speak to you.” Your brother stopped you as you were about to leave with your mother. 

“(y/n), please. There’s no one else I trust to hold my child first other than you. Please make sure she is okay.” She held your hands in hers. You smiled softly, nodding your head. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing happens to her.” You promised. 

“Oppa, don’t be too stressed. Your baby girl isn’t even here yet.” You patted your brother’s shoulder. 

“I know I can count on you.” He ruffled your hair. 

“Of course, I’m the best aunt, am I not?” You giggled, hugging him before walking with your mother. With a sigh, you followed her into the surgery unit. You changed into scrubs, tying your hair up. 

“Nice to work with you. I’m Dr Lee, your sister’s gynaecologist. I’ve heard great things from your mother.” Another doctor shook your hand. 

“Thank you. I’m Dr (y/l/n). I’m sorry for intruding on your surgery, I’ll try my best to be out of the way once I receive my niece.” You chuckled and she laughed along. You weren’t even supposed to be here, considering paediatrics wasn’t your speciality so you had to be nice to everyone. 

“Ready?” She invited. You grabbed the scrubbing brush to wash your hands. After that, the nurses helped with the surgery gowns, tying the mask around your nose and mouth. 

“Let’s go.” Together, you entered the theatre. 

“Come on... Come on, baby girl.” You were quick to wrap your niece in blankets. With the suction, you tried to remove as much mucus from her mouth.

“Cry for me.” You prayed, listening with your stethoscope. Then, you heard it. The first cry from your newborn niece. You smiled behind your mask, letting out a sigh of relief. 

“Good job.” You smiled to her. You removed the blanket to quickly take her weight then wrapped her up again to prevent her from getting cold. Holding her in her blanket, you brought her to see her sleeping mum before bringing her out to your brother for skin-to-skin contact in another private room. Your brother smiled at his daughter. 

“Both mother and child are doing good. She should wake up after the anaesthesia wears off, in a few hours. ” You informed. 

“Thank you. She’s beautiful.” Your brother whispered. 

“She is. And what’s there to thank, we’re family, after all. Now I’m the one that held both kids after their birth.” You smiled, leaning against the wall as you watched your niece. 

“Better you than anyone else.” He looked up at you.

“The nurse will be back to bring her to the nursery in 60 minutes. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said, leaving to give him some privacy. After such an eventful night, it was time to get some well needed sleep. 

~~

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[idy-ll-ique]

Any Doctors Here?

pairing: mob boss!steve rogers x doctor!f!reader

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst

warnings: mentions of burns and hospitals

requested: nope

summary: while visiting his favorite bar, steve stumbles upon a new bartender, but there is something off about her. after a small conversation, he finds out that she is indeed overqualified for the job; she was a jobless doctor in need of money. well, it just so happens that the last doctor that worked for steve quit, there was a slot open...

author's note: hiya peeps enjoy!

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Steve walked into the bar, looking around. All faces turned to him immediately. He smirked slightly when he saw everyone look away, squirming. Steve Rogers was a nationally recognized mobster boss. Sure, he was on the negative side but police had given up on him years ago. He roamed the streets freely now, much to the fear of people.

He wouldn't think of harming an innocent soul, but people didn't know that. He found their fear amusing so he never said anything. He walked up to the bartender, sitting in front of her. She gave him a smile. "What would it be, Mr Rogers?" she asked, turning back to the bottles kept on the shelf behind her.

Steve checked her out while she turned away. He decided that she was pretty, very much so. "Whiskey, please, darling," he told her, leaning against the counter. He also noticed that she was the only one not afraid of him. "What's your name?" he asked her as she prepared his drink.

"My name is no," she sang and he raised an eyebrow at her. Her confidence and sass surprised him. "I'm just kidding! I'm Y/N," she laughed, passing his glass to him. A second later, he laughed, too. "Y/N, pretty name. You aren't afraid of me?" he questioned curiously, downing the whiskey in one go.

"Not really. Why would I be?" she shrugged. "Don't you know who I am?" he asked her, shocked. "I literally addressed you by your name when you came in."

He had forgotten about that.

"Ah, right. Um, okay." For the first time in his life, he was stumped. He never had trouble talking to women, but something about Y/N was odd. He had to keep the conversation going. "So, uh, do you work here?" he blurted out. What if this was her cover and she really was someone else?

Would explain her nonchalance. "I love how you say something so obvious with such a sense of discovery," she smiled sassily, leaning on the counter in front of him. Her sarcasm was getting under his skin now but somehow, he liked it.

She was fierce. "No, I mean, do you work here permanently or is this a sort of part time job?" he rephrased, rolling his eyes. "Part time, you guessed right. I have an MBBS, no job," she chuckled. Ah, a doctor. The fact that she was well-educated sat right with Steve. She behaved like an intellectual. "Oh, that's nice." He ordered a few more drinks.

They continued talking but suddenly heard a scream.

Y/N and Steve turned around to see a man clutching his arm which had a burn visible on it. "Any doctors here?" his girlfriend screamed as the man groaned in pain. Y/N instantly ran towards him, grabbing a bottle of cold water along the way. She opened it and gently poured the water on his arm, which made the man sigh in relief.

"Call an ambulance right now," Y/N expertly told the girl, who nodded. She talked to someone on the phone as Y/N rolled up the sleeves of that man's hoodie. Steve watched all this with a slight smile on his face.

He was well used to having personal doctors and the last guy had just left the job. He felt like Y/N would be the perfect person for the job. She had an education anyway, how bad could it be? Also, he would pay her better than this small bar or any government job could ever. She deserved better pay.

Soon, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. Y/N walked back to the counter, wiping her hands on her apron. "So, uh, sorry about that," she muttered, smiling sheepishly at Steve.

"Don't be, please. You saved that man," he swiftly reassured her, shaking his head. Y/N nodded and silence fell between the two of them. "I have to ask you something," Steve blurted out. Y/N looked at him and nodded curiously. He proposed his idea to her and needless to say, Y/N was shocked.

Agreeing to work with a famous mobster was not something she expected would happen that day. She considered for a moment. Working with Steve could be nice…

He told her he would pay her well, she was already sold. She made her decision and nodded. "I agree," she smiled and Steve's eyes lit up with happiness. "Okay, here's my address, will you be able to stop by tomorrow?" he asked, jotting down his address on a tissue. "No problem. Bye!" she waved as he walked out of the bar. Y/N squealed, looking down the tissue paper.

Steve smiled as he walked back home. As he walked home, he couldn't stop thinking about the woman. Y/N. Beautiful, sassy, helpful, caring, fierce, intelligent… She was a package deal. A good one, of course. Was he getting a crush on the pretty bartender? He sighed and smiled again as he realized… he was.

Y/N's shift ended 2 hours later. She shrugged on her coat and walked outside, breathing in the outside air. As she walked home, she, too, couldn't stop thinking about the one and only, Steve Rogers.

That man oozed power and dominance wherever he went. He was a wealthy man, considering he dealt with black markets all the time. Not to mention his handsomeness. Y/N knew women who were head over heels for Steve. She used to think they shouldn't be, until she met him tonight.

Steve had been nothing but polite with her. He cracked good jokes and was really not the man Y/N expected him to be. Now that she knew that side of his, she finally acknowledged her crush on him.

Sure, she had a crush on him like the other women. But she kept it hidden given his position and job. A mobster boss? She could do so much better and safer. Y/N sighed as she reached home.

Oh, what will her feelings evolve into?

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Y/N stood outside Steve's extravagant mansion, reconsidering her decision. She was dressed in a simple, flowy white sundress. She took in a deep breath and walked through the gates. The walk from the gates to the door of the mansion was long, but Y/N appreciated it since it gave her time to look at his pretty garden.

As soon as she walked up the stairs to the door, it opened. Steve stood there, dressed handsomely in a black suit. Steve, when he saw her, nearly choked on his own spit.

The dress she wore was damn close to being mistaken as a wedding dress. Honestly, Y/N looked like a bride to him. His bride, he thought to himself. Stop it, you met her yesterday! Similar thoughts were running through Y/N's head.

"Y/N! So glad you came." Steve smiled broadly to hide his inappropriate thoughts. "Hi Mr Rogers," she waved, letting him wrap his arms around her as he hugged her. "Steve, please." He kept his arm around her as they walked inside, towards her infirmary. Y/N noticed that there were guards outside every room they passed.

Steve, meanwhile, noticed how all the guards were smirking cheekily at him. He went a bit red and glared at them. The two lovebirds finally reached the infirmary of the mansion. Y/N gasped in awe as Steve opened the door to the beautiful room. "This will be your office," he told her proudly and she gave him a broad smile.

"I will love working here!" she squealed, jumping into his arms. Caught off guard, Steve stumbled backwards but hugged her back. After looking around the room, they walked outside. Steve led her up the stairs, where the bedrooms were.

She would be staying there, that would ensure her availability 24/7. It wasn't really a big deal for Steve, the mansion was super big and cozy. Y/N was confused, though. What could be upstairs? To her surprise, Steve showed her to a bedroom. "Um, this bedroom is nice, I guess. But why are you showing me this?"

"You'll be living here," Steve said, shrugging. Y/N's eyes widened. "And who decided that?" she scoffed. "I thought you knew," Steve narrowed his eyes, confused. "I knew that I'd be staying at your place? How?" she yelled. Didn't she wanna stay there? "Because you're working for me!" he yelled back.

His temper snapped. "You don't own me, Rogers, I'm only working for you. You can't tell me where I'm supposed to live and where not," she spat bitterly. Steve glared at her use of his last name. "How else do you think I'm going to ensure you are available everyday?" he shouted, crossing his arms. Both of them held glares on their faces.

Suddenly, Y/N sighed. "I'm sorry," she mumbled and Steve's glare softened. "Don't apologize. I should've told you before," he said, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Do you still want me around?" she asked tiredly, looking at him.

He nodded readily, of course he did. For his sake as well. "Good. When do I move in?" she chuckled. "Any time you want," he told her, smiling. He gave her a tour of the mansion and she left.

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6 months passed since Y/N agreed to work with Steve. And what fun those months were... Y/N loved living with the mobster boss. He brought patients nearly everyday, though. In her free time, Y/N roamed around the mansion, cooked or went to the garden to enjoy the view.

She loved the garden especially, it was filled with beautiful flowers and there was a swing, too. She and Steve did not hang out much, he was always busy some way or another. Today, that wasn't the case. Y/N had fallen for the man, indefinitely. They found out more about each other when they started living together.

She found out that he was actually a sweetheart under that hardcore facade and Steve found out that he missed being in a steady relationship. He had had girlfriends before but only for nights, or weeks, at length. Never more than that. Now that Y/N was in his life, he wanted nothing more than to be hers. They had lived together for 6 months now and Steve was sure he loved her.

He couldn't find the courage to confess. What if she didn't like him back, thought he was weird and quit working for him? What if she stopped living with him? She loved the mansion, all her needs were met here. Would she give that up just because he confessed? He couldn't risk it. Y/N was worried about the same things but from different perspectives.

What if he fired her, made her pack her bags and leave? She didn't want to go.

Y/N sighed as she lay down on the soft grass of the garden, reading a book. Steve was right next to her, picking the petals off a flower. She noticed him and laughed. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked him, smirking. "She loves me, she loves me not," he smirked back, now used to her sass. "About whom?" Y/N snorted, sitting up.

She was a bit disheartened. "This really great woman I know. She's really beautiful, you know? She's also super intelligent, by the way. And she's caring, kind, helpful… I love her." Y/N's heart shattered at his words. He loved this woman. Meaning, her feelings were useless.

"She sounds lovely," Y/N choked out, looking at her book. "She is. But I don't know if she likes me back. We've only known each other for 6 months, I met her at a bar. There are a lot of disastrous things that could happen if I confessed," Steve sighed, smiling at her. Something struck inside Y/N's head.

He was talking about her!

"Like what?" she asked, now smiling at him. "Oh, I don't know… she wouldn't like me back, move out, stop working for me, agree to never see me again… I don't want that to happen," he chuckled, looking at Y/N. She shifted closer to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm pretty sure none of it would happen. She would definitely say she loves you back," Y/N whispered. Steve hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. "Do you really?" he asked softly. "I do, Steve, what's there not to like about you?" she chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"The fact that I'm a mobster?" he chuckled into her shoulder, pulling her on his lap. "I don't care about that. You're so much more than that. You're a good man, you treat innocent people nicely… you're a sweetheart when you want to be," she giggled, kissing the top of his head.

Steve pulled away and brought her face closer to his, pressing their lips together. He had waited so long for this to happen. Y/N kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I love you," Steve breathed out, smiling up at his woman. "I love you, too," Y/N grinned. They spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden together.

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Part Of Me

-Part 2-

summary: You’re suffering quietly after your breakup while he’s having fun with another woman. Funny that you’re pregnant with his baby and he doesn’t want to hear from you anymore.

A/N: OMG I am so overwhelmed. You guys really made my day. So I didn’t want you to suffer. Enjoy Part 2. I hope I could get everyone in the taglist.

pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

word count: 1453 words

warnings: Angst. Just the others finding out about a pregnancy and dealing with feelings haha. It’s a bit messy. I am also doing part 3 because you all love it so much ahhh!!!

“Just Keep Reminding Yourself If He Wants To Talk To You..He Will.”

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[ 2 weeks later ]

You tried to call or text him but he must have blocked your number. You didn’t want to tell him over the phone. This is huge news and you wanted to tell him in person. Every time you came to the Avengers Compound he would be busy with his new girl Stacie. Stupid name. (Sorry if your name is Stacie. Don’t take it personally) Either he would barricade himself with her in his room, God and Friday only knew what was going on behind that door, or he would leave the building holding hands with her. He avoided you. You knew exactly what he was doing and it drove you mad. “I give up.”You called. “What why?” Wanda and Nat stopped immediately in their motion. Tonight you wanted to have dinner together at the common room. “He clearly doesn’t want to talk to me or even see me. I tried so much already. I am tired of his shit. I will never tell anybody that I am pregnant. Not him or any other human being on this planet.” You glanced to your bag, an Ultrasound image in it. Just yesterday, you went to the doctor, who confirmed your pregnancy to 101%. You were long over a possible abortion period, so you kept the baby. Okay, that wasn’t right, you’d have kept it in any way. Your heart tightened in pain. „You are what?” You froze as you heard Steve’s and Sams voice. “Nothing.” Your voice was louder nearly yelling. “Are you serious Y/N?” Sam and Steve had worried looks on their faces. You felt their warm embrace as Steve looked you deep in the eyes. “Is this true?” He asked softly. You slowly nodded. “Hm hm.” Now the tears you held back all this time are present. “Fuck!” You exclaimed. “Just don’t tell anybody or forget what you heard.Please!” “Technically Steve is not a human being, he is a super soldier sooo.” Sam grinned and it made you chuckle. You showed him your middle finger. The evening dragged on. Wanda and Nat had made a super delicious dinner, but you had only eaten a few forks. You were in the mood for a movie until Bucky sat down with Stacie. He stroke her hair and played with her fingers. You had enough when his hands came near her crotch. “Okay I am heading home.” You reap apologetic glances. You couldn’t smile, it was too much. „See you.“Your farewell was short, and you practically ran out of the building. The taxi wasn’t here yet, and a sudden nausea came over you.“Shit.” You groaned as you threw up in a bush.You searched for a tissue and wiped your mouth. How could a person change so quickly? Someone who said he loved you. Someone who said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. And then he drops you like a rock and lives the life you two always wanted with another woman. ”I hate you James Buchanan Barnes.”you told yourself.

And as time went by, your stomach got bigger. The pregnancy symptoms became more severe. Still no sign of Bucky. Even though he blocked you, you sent him updates on your condition. But there was never an answer.

Because you ignore me now just over text.

I’m pregnant.

I’m 21 weeks now.

It’s a boy.

I am due in 5 days.

You are busy I guess but congrats you are a dad.

I named him after you and your father.

[ 3 years later]

“We can’t keep this a secret anymore Y/N. He looks exactly like Bucky.” Steve sat right next to you on the bench in Central Park. Today was your and James playground day. You looked at your son. He really looked exactly like his father. He had slightly longer hair and his bright blue eyes. He reminded you so much of him. It hurt a little more every day to look at him because you knew Bucky could do without you. He hadn’t wasted any thought of you or him. How could he? He didn’t know about you. It’s almost a miracle you haven’t run into each other for the past three years. “I know Steve. Don’t you think that it was hard enough for me too?“ He squeezed your hand. “That’s not what I meant Y/N.” In all those years, you didn’t have the strength to look for a new partner. There was no one who was comparatively like him. You only wanted him, even though he broke you. You weren’t the person you used to be. You’re not as happy as you used to be. You rarely had contact with your old friends like Nat, Wanda, Steve and Sam. They kept trying to motivate you to go out, enjoy life. You only lived for James. James George Barnes. In your relationship Bucky told you about the tragic loss of his family. That’s why you knew how you would name your baby. It would mean so much to him. It would make him proud. It was a hell of a birth. 17 hours of labor. You were tired and powerless. Your eyes were closed. You could smell your own sweat. “You can do this Y/N. Push one last time.” Nat took a serious look at you. She was the only one who was there for you. You didn’t want to be a burden to the others, so you just called her. You nodded. “3...2... 1...now. “ Your own pain-filled cry was interrupted by a small cry. You looked at your little pride of joy in delivery room and smiled with tears in your eyes. It fits perfectly. “Hello my little soldier.”

Steve was babysitting today. You’ve been really grateful. Going shopping with James was incredible. He was just in the defiance phase and threw himself on the floor, screaming and roaring through the store. Everyone would look at you with a judging look on their face. You didn’t have the nerve. When Steve offered to take care of him so you could go shopping for Halloween, you hugged him so tight that he couldn’t breathe for a second. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” As you strolled through the corridors, your eyes fell on a certain woman. She was tall, had long blonde hair and was as slim as you were before James was born. She was really pretty. Maybe if you would work out more often you could like that again too. You smiled sadly and when you saw her face, you felt sick. It was Stacie. She was probably still with Bucky. You just couldn’t compare to her. Your eyes wandered up and down her body. And then you saw something sparkling on her hand. A ring. Correct...on that finger. Something stabbed your chest. Of course they’d get married. You still had hope that she would have a new partner, but that hope was shattered when HE turned around the corner and put his arms around her. Your shopping list fell to the ground, and you immediately turned around and ran to the checkout. You couldn’t see that. You quickly went to your car and put the groceries inside. Your heart was racing uncontrollably, you were trembling, sweating. Please don’t have a panic attack in this parking lot. You are cursing to yourself. You took the shopping cart away and went back to your car. Your hand narrowed on the door handle as you heard somebody call your name. “Y/N!” Before you could go into shock, you sat in the car and locked the doors. “NO. No no no, not right now. Never.“ you laughed and hit the steering wheel with the palm of your hand. You started the engine and drove backwards out of the parking space. Bucky didn’t have a chance to reach you because you were already in the exit. When he saw you in the store, or rather what you left behind, he wanted to talk to you. Stacie would call him crazy if he ran after a car. He stared at the shopping list in his hands. On the back was a self-painted picture. It looked like a children’s drawing. He folded the paper carefully and put it in the chest pocket of his leather jacket. Then he looked at the car until it disappeared from his sight.

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