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kaziwi · 8 months

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Heyyy, congratulations for the 100 followers 😍😍

I would like to ask for number 8 with Zoro, if that's okay. Thank you!!

Ugh i love Zoro sm, I hope you enjoy!!!

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"I'll just stay behind."

Character(s): Zoro

WC: 727

CW: Sick fic, Zoro being a sweetie

It was cold....but also hot.....you wished your body would make up its mind already. Of course you were the first one on the ship to get the common Grandline Flu this year. But in all honestly you didn't mind being sick, the only issue was your crewmates avoiding you like the plague. Sickness spread easily on the ship, so no one wanted to take any chances. The only one who ever spent long periods of time with you in the infirmary was Chopper, who kept his distance and wore a mask to avoid getting sick. Other than him and Sanji dropping off your meals, you really didn't have any other company.

You didn't blame them, I mean you would do the same in their position, but thinking that didn't make you feel any better. Chopper said they all missed you dearly, but you wished you could hear it from then.

The Sunny had docked at an island earlier that morning, and now it was time for everyone to split up and stock up on supplies. The only issue was who was going to stay with you. Chopper had to run out and grab a few herbs only he could identify, so someone else would have to stay. Luckily for you, they were discussing this right in front of the thin infirmary door, so you could hear everything.

"I wish I could stay with Y/N swan, but I have to restock on food," Sanji said, dramatic sadness in his voice.

"Well I don't want to stay here!! I really don't want to get sick," Usopp pleaded.

"I thought the great captain Usopp didn't get sick?" Nami snickered at him as he rambled on to defend himself.

"I need to get cola so I can start some SUPERR repairs on the Sunny!!"

Everyone fought over who would stay, making you feel kinda sad. They really didn't want to stay with you?? Maybe you were a bit of a burden. Just before you could continue your negative thoughts, a voice caught your eye.

"I'll just stay behind."

The commotion stopped and you assumed everyone turned and stared at Zoro, but the shock didn't last long.

"Thanks Zoro-bro!"

"Yeah, thanks Zoro!!"

"Zoro!! Let me run you through what Y/N needs!!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Chopper's explanations, knowing Zoro wouldn't remember any of it. Slowly the commotion died down, and after a little Zoro entered your room.

"I'm assuming everyone else left?" You asked, not wanting to let him know you heard everything.

"Yeah, they won't be long, just restocking," Zoro said as he took Chopper's doctor chair and rolled it towards the side of the bed, sitting next to you. You then noticed that he wasn't wearing a mask, nor was he afraid to get close to you.

"Why aren't you wearing a mask? Aren't you afraid of catching what I have?"

"Eh, not really. I mean its a small ship, we're all gonna catch it eventually, so might as well catch it early."

You chuckled a little at his response...but you wondered why he of all people chose to stay behind...

"So...why did you stay behind? I mean, I'm assuming everyone else didn't want to cause they don't want to catch it...but why did you?" You asked after a bit of silence. He looked off to the side, and as he cleared his throat you swore you saw his cheeks turn red.

"Well...uh.." Zoro fumbled with his words a bit, which he never did, EVER, "I just didn't want you to be lonely...I know how annoying it can be stuck in the infirmary, and especially being sick and if someone else stayed they would keep their distance. And like I said I don't really care about getting sick so I didn't think there was any harm in staying."

It was cute, watching him ramble on, trying to give you a convincing explanation on while he volunteered to stay.

"Well thank you," you said, cutting him off, "It was a very nice gesture."

He almost looked like a tomato, his face turning red. You both talked for hours until everyone else came back. You were better in a few days, but that same day Zoro started showing symptoms. While everyone else again avoided Zoro, you stayed by his side, making sure his kindness was repaid.

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 11 months

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TAKE CARE OF YOU [7]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 2,800

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: this one is on the shorter side, but I didn't want to leave y'all with nothing (ironically I wrote this while on a plane to my conference/vacation). The Las Vegas trip will all be one large chapter (someone asked if I was gonna split that into parts, but I won't). Part 8 will just be viva las vegas the entire time, baby.]

07: BEING VULNERABLE SUCKS ASS

"i don't have an explanation as to how you pull me in, you just do. you've always had a gravity that i've never been able to overcome." -JmStorm

The cost of a mani-pedi never seemed worth it to you in the past. You saved your money for other more necessary things like bills and groceries. Sitting in the padded chair with your feet resting in the heated water of the foot bath, you realized how much you had been missing out on.

“I can’t believe that bitch showed up where you work.” Nima scoffed. She sat in the chair beside you with her feet in her own bath. You had used Joel’s money to pay for her to get a mani-pedi as well and that made you happier than the treatment itself. Over the years, Nima would pay for meals and drinks and times the two of you went out and she always did it nonchalantly and in a way that never felt like charity. It felt good to be able to buy her something for once. “How did she even find you?”

You shrugged, “No idea. Sugar baby grapevine?”

“Bitches do be talking.” Nima hummed. You chuckled and leaned back in your seat. This spa offered mimosas and you held your empty flute. Nima picked up her phone to shoot off a message before turning to look at you. “So? Viva las Vegas, baby. You excited?”

“Yeah,” You nodded once then tilted your head with a slight wince, “Well, I mean, I’m kind of nervous too. This is my first time going away with him. He’s stuck with me for a full 72 hours.” Once you started talking you found all your bottled worries spilling out. “What if he thinks I’m annoying and gets tired of me? I’m too scared to ask him if we’re staying in the same room or a different room because I don’t know what I want the answer to be. If he says no then I’ll be disappointed and worry that he is getting sick of me, but if he says yes then I’ll panic⏤ Is he not the man I thought he was and he’s expecting something from me? Or what if it is innocent and he got me a second bed, but then he hears me snore and thinks it’s gross?” You paused to catch your breath and realized Nima was just blankly staring at you with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

Nima shook her head. “Nothing.” She looked past you and raised a hand to catch the attention of an employee. “Hi! Yes, we need more alcohol please. As soon as possible.” You groaned and hung your head. Nima let out a low whistle. “Is that what your brain sounds like all the time? Jesus, babe.”

“I know I’m overthinking.” You admitted. A woman came by with a champagne bottle and you thanked her after she filled your glass⏤ turning down the juice she offered with it. You took a long sip. “I like him.” Nima’s eyes widened. “Yeah, yeah, you were right, okay? I… I like him. A lot.” A hand drifted up to hold the sunflower charm on your new necklace between your fingers. Tomorrow morning you’d be boarding a private jet with Joel and you’d be spending the weekend with a guy you were seriously crushing on. “I know it’s so stupid to start falling for a guy who is literally paying me to hang around him…”

Nima sighed, “Oh, babe.”

“This is the first time I’ve felt like this since… since Nathan.” You said. At the mention of you ex-boyfriend’s name, Nima’s eyebrows furrowed in pain. You didn’t often mention him, hardly said his name, and it was in part because just the thought of him hurt. Whether he meant to or not, Nathan made you feel like you had not been enough. Joel made you feel worthy. You hadn’t even realized that the hole Nathan left in your heart had been so deep until Joel began to fill it with care. “Maybe I shouldn’t go…”

Nima reached out and grasped your wrist. “No. You have to.”

“You told me liking him was a bad idea.”

“I know, but…” Nima shrugged. “You seem happier these days. Relaxed. I can’t tell you if this is going to end well or not, I have no idea, but… even if this is just some kind of emotional rebound, I think it’s good for you.” You gave her a small smile and Nima squeezed your wrist. “Nathan was a tool. You deserve to be happy. Even if happy comes in the form of a cowboy sugar daddy.”

You chuckled at her phrasing. Joel did make you happy. The negative, anxiety riddled part of your brain screamed that being a sugar baby was hardly the same thing as being loved. However, for the first time in your life you were choosing to ignore the logistics of the scenario and just focus on how you felt.

“I keep telling myself to just be like you.” You admitted and Nima’s eyes widened. You chuckled and shrugged. “You’re never scared, Nima, and I feel… I feel like I’m always scared. You just explore love, guns a’blazing, and I wish⏤ I wish I could do that.”

Nima turned so fast in her seat that water sloshed out of the foot bath. She frowned, “Are you kidding me?? Of course, I’m scared! Loving someone, opening up yourself to be loved, is the scariest thing anyone could ever do.” Her lips pressed together and she reached out so both her hands held tight to yours. “So, don’t stress yourself out over it. How you feel is totally normal. Being vulnerable sucks ass.”

You shot her a firm smile as a few employees came over to discuss any specific nail styles you may want. Worrying about it too much would only ruin the trip. You had already come this far⏤ may as well keep jumping in head first.

It had been ages since you’ve flown, literal years, and never had it been in a private jet. Standing on the tarmac watching part of the flight crew roll your bags to be loaded, you just stared. Eventually, a large hand settled in the middle of your back. Joel saddled up beside you and he offered you a small smile.

“You gonna board or just stare at it all day, darlin?” He chuckled. He wore one of his suits, but he had already stripped of his coat.

You nodded, “Yeah, sorry, I just can’t believe I’m about to board a private jet.” Without preamble or question, Joel’s hand slipped from your back to slide down your arm and tangle his fingers with yours. It was almost a habit now for Joel to take your hand. He led you toward the jet. “Do you always ride in style like this?”

“Not always.” Joel replied. “But I will say that ridin’ like this has spoiled me of public airlines.”

“No kidding.” You chuckled and Joel motioned for you to walk up the stairs to the jet’s door first. He followed only a step behind, hand not leaving yours. The inside of the jet was simple but luxurious. Couches rather than single seats and one side had a booth like table. “I can’t imagine going from this to Spirit airlines.”

Joel snorted behind you and stepped around you so he could lead you toward one of the couches. “If you think I’m ever gonna let you fly Spirit, sugar, you’re crazy.”

You sat down and your eyebrows lifted when Joel walked toward the back rather than sit beside you. He briefly disappeared from sight, it sounded like he was speaking to an attendant, and you took that time to gaze around the plush interior of the jet. This was your life for now. It felt like a dream.

Joel walked back and he had two champagne flutes. Your lips pulled up into a grin as he settled right beside you and offered you a flute. “For the pretty lady.”

“Why thank you.” You chuckled. The two of you lightly clinked your glasses together before sipping at it. Despite the jet having, ample space, Joel sat close enough to drape his arm over the back of the couch behind you. “How long is this flight?”

“A little over an hour or so.”

“Oh, that’s not bad.” You hummed. “Is anyone else flying with us?”

Joel shook his head. “Tess is gonna meet us there on day two, and Tommy never comes to the Vegas conference.”

“Why?” You asked then paused. “To both situations.”

Joel chuckled. “Day one is kind of pointless for us to be there. All the work and meetings my company is involved in starts day two.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Then how come we’re going for day one?”

Joel shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “I figured it’d be fun to sight see together? If you’re interested that is.” You always loved watching him grow slightly nervous when asking you something like that because the smile he shot you after you inevitably said yes was damn near radiant. You nodded in excitement and Joel’s eyes lit up in response. “Good, and as for Tommy,” Joel gave a little shrug, “He’s got a history of gettin' involved in shit he shouldn’t. He’s got his head straight on now, mostly, but it’s just safer if keeps away from the temptation altogether.”

The pilot poked his head in to let you both know he was ready and suggest you strap in. You glanced around to see if there was a place you could set your flute down but the closest table was on Joel’s side. He set his own flute down briefly and reached out. You thought he’d take the flute, but instead Joel reached down to click your seat belt around your waist. It was such a simple motion yet you felt a warmth fill your cheeks.

“Thanks.” You mumbled. The plane taxied out to the runway and you quietly sipped at your champagne. You felt a rumbling underfoot as the plane picked up speed and when it began to rise your stomach lurched. Startled, your hand shot out to steady yourself on the closest object which just so happened to be Joel’s thigh.

Before you could even fully comprehend how awkward this could be, your hand squeezed as the plane continued to rise— your only focus on the sensation of taking off. As the plane leveled off, you were able to feel other aspects around you, such as how thick and firm Joel’s thigh felt under hand.

He cleared his throat and peeled your hand off his thigh. Embarrassment flooded your soul, but Joel kept your hand in his. He laced his fingers between yours, shifting closer so his thigh was pressed against yours, and lifted your hand to his lips to set a soft kiss at the back of your hand.

“Are you alright, sugar?” Joel asked with nothing but concern.

“Sorry.” You shook your head. “It’s been a while since…”

“Don’t apologize. I should’ve asked if you were a nervous flyer.”

“I didn’t think I was.” You chuckled and swallowed the lump in your throat as the plane hit a patch of turbulence and wavered. Joel continued to trace circles against the back of your hand with his thumb and you focused on that alone. Somehow, his presence alone was enough to soothe your frayed nerves. You leaned your head against his shoulder and Joel shifted so you’d be able to rest in a comfortable spot. You really did like this way too much.

Joel hummed, “Lemme know if you feel sick. We got a first aid kit on here somewhere with some motion sickness patches, I think.”

“I’m okay.” You replied, loathing the idea of him getting up or anything right now, “Where are we staying in Vegas?”

“The Wynn.”

“Is that where you usually stay?”

“No, actually.” Joel said. “I usually stay at Mandalay Bay, but I thought you’d like the Wynn better.”

You were glad you were resting your head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see the absolute stupid smile that crossed your features. He had changed his usual routine and picked a hotel that specifically made him think of you⏤ one he thought you’d enjoy best. Maybe the bar was just on the floor from your last boyfriend, but it was no wonder you were falling for Joel Miller when he did such sweet, considerate things.

“Why?” You asked.

“It’s real pretty. You’ll see.”

The two of you continued to chat idly and you listened to Joel tell stories about past conferences and the things he was looking forward to and wasn’t. Your stomach had mostly settled now that the plane was smoothly soaring at its cruising altitude. So, you figured now was as good a time as any to use the restroom. You excused yourself and cautiously walked to the lavatory. As you finished up and washed your hands, your eyes glanced up in the mirror at yourself. You may as well have been glowing. For the millionth time, you thanked your lucky stars that Joel had somehow found you.

At the thought, you paused. This entire time you wondered how Rosalind randomly found you at work, but what were the chances that Joel Miller would randomly walk into a failing bakery and see you behind the counter? You shut off the water, dried your hands, and walked back out. Joel was using the plane phone when he spotted you.

“Yeah, we’ll see you when you get here.” Joel stared at you as he spoke, his gaze soft. “Just call me if you need anythin’. Mhmm. Right. Bye, Tess.” He hung up and set the phone aside. “All good, sugar?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Course.” Joel nodded and you settled back in your seat beside him.

You didn’t lay your head on his shoulder and turned just enough so you could face him while the two of you spoke, “How did you find me?” Joel raised an eyebrow in confusion. “At the bakery. Were you just passing by and saw me through the window? Or were you coming in for baked goods randomly?”

Joel suddenly looked sheepish. He cleared his throat, “It’s… Alright, this might not sound too good or flatterin’ toward myself.” You furrowed your own brows in confusion this time. “That week I was at a work site a few blocks down from the bakery. I had stepped off site to take a call and… and I saw you.” Joel rubbed the back of his neck, but he didn’t break his gaze. “I recognized you from the coffee shop, figured you were going to work, and I… I followed you.” Joel closed his eyes and shook his head at the admission. “Jesus Christ, you must think I’m the biggest creep. I swear I didn’t mean to. It was like… I was movin’ before I even knew it. I nearly followed you right into the bakery, but I stopped and came to my senses.” He reopened his eyes and there was regret and shame in his brown eyes⏤ two emotions you didn’t like seeing there. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I know it was stupid and I tried to stay away, but I… I couldn’t get you out of my head. I broke down a few days later and came in. Told myself I was just gonna pay you back for the coffee and be done with it, but once I got to talkin’ to you…”

“It’s okay, Joel.” You said softly.

“No, it really isn’t.” He shook his head. There was a firmness in his words that echoed the shame he felt. “I should’ve told you much sooner than this and definitely not on a plane 40,000 feet in the air where you can’t even run from me.”

“I’m not gonna run.” You chuckled. Maybe you should be more concerned than you were, but Joel had been nothing but respectful the entire time you had known him. Besides, the only thing you could grasp from his words was the fact that it seemed Joel felt drawn to you the same way you felt toward him. It could just be naive optimism or a delusion, but you began to wonder if it were possible that Joel liked you as much as you liked him⏤ as more than just the sugar daddy and sugar baby ties between the two of you.

You turned in your seat to lay on his shoulder once more. Joel seemed mildly startled by the motion, but he was quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders to hold you in place. You reached up to play with his hand. “Thank you for telling me the truth.”

Joel chuckled, “I’m never gonna lie to you, sugar.”

The pilot came over the intercom to announce he’d be starting the landing process soon and you wondered if Vegas was going to be the start of a new chapter of your relationship with Joel.

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cevansbrat0007 · 4 months

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Cross-Country Christmas (Teaser)

Summary: After Ari is left stranded by a surprise winter storm, you find yourself wishing for a little Christmas miracle...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Ari Being A Menace, Holiday Themes, Smut, Arguments, Spanking (mentioned), Pet Names, Cursing, More Warnings to Come Minors DNI

A/N: This is only a TEASER, the longer fic is coming soon. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

8:30am on Christmas Day - Bell’s Creek, Texas

“I promise I’ll be fine, Beast.” Drying your tears, you crumble up your tissues in your fist before discarding them in favor of taking a sip of your coffee. “Like you just said, there’ll be other holidays. And certainly other Christmases.”

Ari was still stuck in Omaha. And while you had suspected this call was coming, you hadn’t been prepared for how much the disappointment would affect you.

By all accounts, your Bounty Hunter appeared to be in good spirits, albeit a little tired. He was still on standby, even though all flights were still grounded indefinitely. But you’d at least been happy to hear that he’d somehow managed to catch a few hours of sleep.

Not only that, but he’d also made a new friend in some guy named Clint. They apparently had a number of things in common, with the most important being that they’d both served overseas. Ari had also alluded to his new buddy being in law enforcement as well.

But if you were being honest, you’d been so focused on trying to sound positive that you hadn’t quite been able to focus on his words as much as you would’ve liked. Thankfully, Ari seemed keen on having a conversation – even if it felt a bit one-sided.

“The airline keeps offering to put us up for the night. Anyone who accepts will be guaranteed a spot on one of the first flights out.” Ari coughs softly before continuing. “However, if you’re willing to wait a little bit there’s talk about them sweetening the deal with some sort of voucher or somethin’, plus miles and all that shit.”

“Oh?” Is all you can manage, forcing yourself to take another pull of your now lukewarm coffee.

“Yeah. So, Clint and I were thinking…” He trails off, briefly leaning away from the receiver to comment on something you couldn’t see.

“You two were thinking…what?” Your next sip of coffee tastes surprisingly bitter on your tongue. Maybe you would dump out the pot and brew a fresh one.

“That we should take ‘em up on their offer and just ride this storm out. We take the points, get the voucher, and then maybe in a month or two, we go on a vacation together somewhere nice.”

“You and Clint?!” You screech, accidentally knocking over your mug in the process. “Shit!” You scramble out of your chair to grab a dish towel and hurriedly mop up the mess.

“Hate to break it to ya, baby, but Clint’s not really my type.” The Bounty Hunter chuckles into the phone. “I was talking about me and you, Bird. We can pick a destination and have ourselves a holiday do-over.”

A beat goes by before you respond the only way that makes any real, logical sense. Even though it seems to take every last bit of your resolve.

“Okay.” Your voice comes out small and resigned.

“Aw now, don’t fret. I’ll be home soon.” Ari does his best to reassure you. “And once I’m back, we will spend every waking minute making up for lost time. You have my word.”

Well, when he put it like that…

“I guess we can hold off for a little while longer.” You sniff, wishing you could just go back to bed and sleep until tomorrow. “But you had better keep your promise, Beast. Otherwise I’m gonna have to track down Santa and ask him for a new man.”

Your half-hearted attempt at humor elicits a short bark of laughter from Ari which, in turn, makes you smile as well. It would be hard, but you could make it

“Try it, sweet Bird, and I’m telling you right now that I’ll have you in my truck and over my knee before you make it outta the next county.” Comes his gruff response, clearly not enjoying the image of you hanging off another fella’s arm.

You know without asking that he’s probably not kidding – so you decide to leave it alone. If he wanted to thump his chest a little, then you’d let him.

“It was a joke.” You tell him when the line falls silent. Standing, you pad towards the fridge on bare feet, stopping once you reach the doors. Yanking one open, you survey the contents, silently wondering if you should even be bothered enough to cook today. Granted, you’d already brined the turkey so –

“Joking about my replacement isn’t funny, Bird.” Ari growls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “Especially when I can’t be there in person to plead my case.”

You blow out a harsh breath at the same time as your eyes roll heavenwards. Why couldn't he understand that you needed to crack wise here and there in order to keep from crying?

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chocoyeo · 11 months

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Lucky [j.yh]

>> jeong yunho x reader >> fluff, cozy, soft, really super very tender, college au, i'm in my yunho feels rn and i want him to be one of my classmates wtf >> wordcount: 1.7k -> it's another boring day in uni, you're exhausted and distracted but you're lucky yunho is with you to keep you company !! <3 [little short story, nothing much happens but hehe] <-

[8:40 a.m]

-Hey! ‘Morning, morning…!

-...Good morning.

-Thaaat… didn’t sound convincing at all. Are you really having a good morning?- Yunho’s sweet voice reached your ears like some sort of lullaby. Although it was only nine in the morning, you felt like taking a nap, again. The one you took on the subway on your way to university wasn’t enough.

You were feeling quite slumpy for no reason in particular, and your friend had now made it his problem, too.

-What if we–

-No, Yunho. No skipping lectures…- you tried to sound responsible even though that thought has been lingering in your mind for at least three hours.

-Woah, that’s what you were thinking about? I was gonna suggest to go grab a coffee but if skipping class is what you really want to do then…- he giggled, his eyes searching for yours while the two of you were heading to class: the thought of spending the following hour and a half stuck in a room with other 80 students didn’t really excite you that much. You were glad that Yunho was there to keep you company, though.

Since you still had some time before the lecture started, the two of you quickly grabbed a drink from the vending machine: a really bitter canned coffee and a really sweet peach ice-tea. What a duo…

-Hopefully your way too sweet ice-tea won’t make you straight up fall asleep in class.

-Shush, at least it’s not whatever abomination you keep getting.

-It’s just coffee–

-I’m sure you’re the only one in this whole university that buys that.

-Oh well… more for me then, heh!- he shrugged, a faint smirk painting his lips before he took a sip of his drink. The two of you quickly arrived in class and found two seats, your hands swiftly taking out your laptop from your bag, sipping on your drink while waiting for it to turn on and load your notes. The professor hadn’t arrived yet so the room was filled with a lot of chattering, giggles and mumbling; students were gradually filling the seats around you and you found yourself leaning your head on Yunho’s shoulder out of boredom.

-Yunho, I really don’t want to be here…

-Mh? Do you want to skip? The prof is not he– oh! Nevermind, he’s just arrived.

You scoffed, trying not to laugh too loud at the perfect timing of his comment. Shaking your head slowly, you fixed yourself on the really uncomfortable chair and took one last sip of your drink. as you brought your whole focus to your laptop, the way-too-calm voice that your professor used whenever he had a lecture started to fill your ears. You sighed, probably trying to conceal a possible yawn from leaving your mouth, and threw a quick glance at Yunho, sitting on your right: he was carefully taking notes on his notebook– his handwriting wasn’t the best, but you had always found it quite adorable, the way he would somehow crouch while taking notes, his hand quickly moving on the book, his pencil case storing a whole army of blue pens and blue pens only, besides one yellow highlighter and a pencil.

The professor’s soporific voice echoed in the room (since he had decided to use the mic to be heard better) along with the typing sounds of people taking notes on their laptops. You tried to stay focused, yet your mind was wandering away way too easily, and you didn’t know why: so many thoughts flooded in, the main one being a really strong need to just stand up and leave that damn lecture. You sighed once again, and you suddenly felt someone tapping on your arm.

It was Yunho: his eyes were not hiding the obvious concern and worry he was feeling towards you– but you just couldn’t even explain how come you were feeling so blue that day. Maybe it was the ugly weather? The heavy gray clouds you spotted on your way to class that morning? Or the fact that you had stayed up all night playing games and not winning a single match…

You shook your head and tried to bring your focus back to your laptop screen: that half-empty document page was waiting for some new words to be inserted, and your heavy hands tried to type in whatever the professor was talking about, although tiredness was getting the best of you. Yunho tapped once again on your shoulder, this time he offered you his pencil: you accepted it, now holding it in your hand and not really knowing what to do with it. Yunho lightly pushed his notebook towards you, leaving a blank spot available for you to doodle on. A smile painted your lips while you started to quickly draw some little silly characters, moving to writing random comments and words, and then switching to writing Yunho’s name in various fonts: whenever you completed one, you would leave a quick “dummy ~ “ right next to it just to move on to the next font.

You had obviously abandoned your notes, although you tried from time to time to type in something –some concepts or quick important things– but your attention would move back to Yunho’s notebook quite easily: your eyes and mind were absorbing every letter and drawing you left in that blank space that, well, wasn’t blank anymore. You weren’t aware of the way Yunho had been looking at you the whole time: his eyes softened the moment you accepted the pencil, his lips were curved in a sweet smile and he silently admired every drawing you had left on that page while he carefully took notes without disrupting your little masterpiece.

Once he had to turn the page, though, he lightly tapped on your hand with a finger: you didn’t pay much attention to it for a moment, probably because you were so bored of that lecture and so absorbed in your little world that you weren’t paying attention to anything or anyone at all at that point. His finger traced random lines on your knuckles before you finally stopped and looked at him, giving him a few seconds to turn the page and resume with his notes. You silently apologized, leaving a little smiley right next to the few words he had written.

The moment you heard your professor dismiss the class, you stretched your arms, somehow acting as if you did something productive during that lecture. You did feel a bit more relaxed and you had to thank Yunho for that. In such an easy way he was able to let you silently vent and get distracted, assuring you that he would have lended you his notes. You promised you would have offered him an ice-cream as a thank you gift.

-Oh well then, don’t mind me if I choose one of the most expensive ones!

-It’s fine, Yunho. It’s both for the notes and for the fact that I basically vandalized your notebook.

He shook his head, laughing- You really liked writing my name, what, four times in a row? But it’s fine, at least you didn’t fall asleep…

-C’mon, the professor even used the mic today… It was the perfect lullaby…

-I can’t even imagine falling asleep to an old man explaining marketing graphs but I guess to each their own…- you lightly slapped his arm in response, laughing.

-Right, did you hear about that project the other departments came up with?

-No, I was too busy writing your name in different fonts for a whole hour.

-Oh, true. Well I just understood that some people will be involved in a whole photoshoot! The photography kids are quite good, you should apply to that.

-Me? Nah, I’d rather–

-Spend the whole night playing games just to come to lectures completely sleep deprived?

You stopped abruptly, nearly tripping in your own steps- What’s up with the sudden callout?!

-I was so worried this morning. But then I checked and saw your last access online was at 2 in the morning… with a 4 hour long gameplay… uninterrupted…

You bit your tongue, your eyes quickly avoiding to meet his. You got busted! And no excuse would have saved you in any way…

You had promised, at the beginning of the semester, that you wouldn’t have destroyed your sleep schedule over some silly video game. You were quite serious about that and allowed Yunho to see your game history and access just to keep you in check. A little detail you had momentarily forgotten…

-Yunho… forgive me?- you looked at him, signaling an apology with your hands, held tight together.

-You’re lucky today we don’t have other lectures… Were you perhaps planning to not come at all?- he looked at you, his eyes nearly closed because of the way he was (jokingly) glaring at you.

You quickly moved your gaze away, clearing your throat before admitting that you were indeed planning to skip lectures and that was why you went to sleep so late. But in the morning you felt quite guilty, remembering how Yunho would often tell you not to skip classes otherwise it would become a bad habit, so you decided to go even though you were completely sleep-deprived.

Yunho tried his best to hide a smile from showing on his lips, failing miserably because of how cute you looked in his eyes. His hand fixed a lock of your hair, delicately moving it behind your ear.

-Well, I really appreciate how your sleep deprived brain thought about me, but next time take better care of yourself, okay?- he mumbled, his fingers delicately caressing your hair.

You nodded, receiving a quick peck on your cheek.

-Let’s go then, I’m really in the mood for a big big ice-cream a certain someone is going to offer me!- his hand lightly grabbed yours, and you let him lead you to the usual place you would stop by to get some snacks.

The sky was clear, no heavy gray clouds were in sight anymore and you really felt better, probably thanks to him and his precious company. You felt really lucky.

#ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez yunho #ateez au #yunho x reader #yunho au #yunho fluff #yunho imagines #jeong yunho #jeong yunho x reader #kpop #kpop fluff

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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Hey Evou!! I was surfing YouTube and came across vr videos of people playing scary games (mainly Fnaf which I will vouch for is TERRIFYING in vr I was literally shaking the last time I played it 💀) so I came to ask, how do you think the monster trio + Kidd and Law and whoever else you want, would do playing Fnaf, Help wanted in vr? Thanks in advance!

a/n - hi anime!! omg pls I’ve played horror games on Roblox with my 8 year old cousin and I was literally shaking while trying not to cry 💀 tysm for thé request! I hope you’re doing well 💜💜💜💜 I’ve never played fnaf and I don’t think I ever will 😭

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, I bully kid

- if you thought you knew curse words? No you didn’t

- “FUCKSHIT- STUPIDASS MF-!”

- “SHITFACE! YOU LITTLE FURRY PUSSY-!”

- … I cant think of anymore

- he sounds like this and literally breaks your eardrums

- “NO IM NOT SCARED Y/N SHUT UP!”

- “You need to hold my hand?…”

- “Tch- just shut it.”

- *literally squeezing your hand to death*

- he’s screaming at literally the tiniest noises 😭😭😭

- he’s hid behind you a couple times on accident too

- literally not scared??

- “HAHAHAAA- y/n this dude’s funny! He has a funny hat! Oh I died. This game’s boring- let’s play Mario kart!”

- “OH MY GOSH THERE’S PIZZA!”

- “why does it say I died again?..”

- “Y/n there’s a duck staring at me.”

- “ITS NAMED CHUCK BAHAHAHAH-!”

- you’re absolutely shocked- this man was not afraid in the slightest

- he only kept dying bec he got distracted by all the little items around him

- “Can I turn lights on? It’s dark.”

- “that’s the whole point Lu.”

- “That’s stupid- how can you see anything?? Oop something just appeared?”

- “y/n is this a furry game?”

- “are you a furry?”

- 💀

- while he’s wearing the headset he has no sense of his surroundings so he’s broken a lot of things 😭

- that vase? In pieces

- your wooden coffee table? Knocked over

- the chair? Moved at least 20 ft away

- man has the audacity to take off the headset and look at you with a confused face

- “y/n what did you do to the room? Hehe! You have weird hobbies.. I’m gonna go grab some snacks!!!”

- … you’re about to punch him so hard that even nami can’t compete

- about to shit his pants

- visibly shaking as he’s clutching onto your arm

- could only play for a couple minutes before he had to cuddle you for a couple hours

- “uh y/n- is this to test my bravery because I promise there are better ways to- GAHSHAUBEIDBSIDBISBEIFB-!”

- literally trying to punch the air in front of him😭

- he only agreed to play bec Zoro challenged him saying that obviously “I’m braver than you- twirly eyebrows.” “HUH?!”

- oh it was on

- both of them lost

- Luffy won

- if you think you’re bad at games- compared to smoker? No you’re not

- “Y/n what does this button do?”

- “I’m stuck at the pause screen.”

- “I cant read that fast how the hell do you pause it??”

- pls he can’t understand what the fuck he has to do in the game

- literally about to punch the TV when the characters jump outta nowhere

- “Y/n it’s biting my toes?!”

- “What is this game?! Why does it look real?!”

- literally his blood pressure is going to skyrocket

- frantically waving his bulky ass arms around in attempt to try and escape and not die

- going to have a stroke please give him some water

- you’re going to have to hold his hand and pat his back for a while after 😭 he’s lowkey traumatized by screens

- he’s also one of those guys who can’t figure out how tf to turn off his phone flashlight 💀

a/n - sorry anime I did random characters 😭

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scourgeofgotham · 10 months

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Lovebirds Reunited

chapter 8

warnings

mentions of self-mutilation, crying, bruises, knife play mentions

A/N: to end off this series I’ll include an epilogue and possibly another smut chapter for good measure ♡

The two lovebirds were cuddling in Jason’s dorm at school, they were only a couple for 3 months but they were inseparable. She would crawl into his room at night and lie by his side, for hours until about an hour before when Alfred would wake up. After school they would do normal teenagers in love things, go to the mall and kiss in the food court, go to arcades and try to win each other things, go to an ice skating rink and realize they could barely skate without falling over.

On a random night, while she was cuddling next to Jason and she heard a window open. She immediately went under the bed, and hid. She looked up and saw the man who adopted her.

“What are you doing here?” Jason asked.

“You have potential, you have one night to impress me.”

He threw a Robin costume and handed him his own grapnel gun.

Batman left Jason’s dorm out the same way.

She crawled out from under his bed and looked at Jason.

“Aren’t you gonna go?” she questioned. He looked at her and started undressing.

“Dude, my dad is out there…” she said in a hushed tone.

He smirked at her and put on the Robin suit.

After it was fully on, he looked at her and grinned, “Do I look good?”

He grabbed the gun and climbed out the window to meet Batman.

After Bruce made Jason his ward, he “officially” had the two teens meet. He scolded Jason and immediately said “Don’t think about my little girl.”

Little did Bruce know but Jason already had his little girl wrapped around his finger. Eventually the two decided to cut a hole in the wall between their bedrooms and stuck two side tables infront of them.

How Alfred never found out? Jason had kept his stash of junk food infront and would move it when he felt like it. She always had her makeup infront.

After months of living together, they snuck into each other's room more and more, eventually just forgetting about the other room. Whenever they went on patrol together was the time they loved the most. Bruce was usually doing his own thing, and Dick was off in Blüdhaven. They didn’t have to worry about being caught.

“I'm sorry...” he sighed with sorrow.

Dick had choked her unconscious, he knew if she still had the chance, she would run back to Jason. He couldn’t let his baby sister run back to a monster.

He made his way to the batcave with the little canary in his arms.

“Alfred?” he called out.

Eventually the door leading to the batcave opened up and Alfred walked in

“Master Dick?” and looked down at what was in his arms, “You found her.” Alfred was realived. All he wanted was for her to come home. “I suppose this means that the Arkham Knight has been taken care of?”

After Bruce and Jason’s fight, Jason was on the ground—pointing a gun at Bruce.

“You did this to me.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You left me to rot in that abandoned wing of Arkham for over a year! with him!”

“It’s not too late. we can fix this together”

Bruce goes to turn around to call Alfred.

“Alfred. It’s—I’ve found Jason.”

Bruce went to turn around and found that Jason had disappeared once again.

Jason vanished.

Jason made his way over to his safe house, wanting to check on his beloved. He received a notification, indicating that the door was opened…

He was furious,

she betrayed me.

He looked at the footage and saw a black and blue figure…

he knew who had taken her...

“Master Todd was alive? He’s the Arkham Knight?” Alfred had to sit down…

“Yes. He manipulated her, he’s just like the Joker.” Dick was ashamed.

Dick looked over at her and passed out on her chair. She was laying on her side facing away from them, and a part of her hoodie was lifted— showing the bruises and hickies that covered her lower back.

Dick went over, curious— about what was under. He lifted it up further, he saw cuts that littered her back, bruises…

He saw the cuts littered in a pattern— “mine.” Not deep enough to leave a scar, but still it was deep enough to scab.

He looked at her wrists, rubbed raw.

He peeled back the shoulder of her sweatshirt,

He sighed in relief—she was wearing a bra.

He turned her to face him, and started to take off her sweatshirt.

“What are you doing?” Alfred interrupted.

“She’s covered in cuts and bruises,” Dick answered.

He lifted it off and gasped in horror—

there wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t covered in cuts and bruises. It was clear that the deeper ones were from self-mutilation. Jason left a multitude of hickeys across her entire body. There was very few patches of untouched flesh. She looked very bloated among other things—

Dick, however overlooked that

“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice called out. Dick looked up and saw Jason holding a gun at him.

“You think you can just take her away from me?” He was furious, “Don’t think that just because you’re her brother I won’t kill you…” Jason spat.

“You turned her against me.”

Jason stepped closer and closer, without taking his eyes off of Dick.

“I didn’t do anything Jason. You need help. She’s been through enough.” Dick was trying to calm him down.

Jason shot a round next to Dick, just barely missing him. The sound of the gunshot woke her out of her sleep, “What’s going on?” she slurred. Jason took his eyes off of Dick, and looked at her. She tried to open her heavy eye lids and saw Dick standing over her…

“Why am I in the Batcave?” she slurred. She opened her eyes more and leaned up, “Dick why am I here?” she asked.

“You need to stay away from Jason.” Dick commanded.

“You— need to get away from what belongs to me.” Jason corrected him. She looked over at Jason and smiled, “Jay…”

“Hi Peanut. Come over to me.” He pointed next to him, and she started to get up before Dick pushed her back, “Don’t tell her what to do.”

“You’re not going to take her away Boy Wonder. She’s mine. I loved her since I met her, she’s mine.” Jason snarled, and chuckled. “You can’t keep the mother of my child away from me…”

Dick looked surprised, “She’s pregnant?” and looked at her. She blushed and looked away.

“You don’t have to keep it, its not too late to get an abortion, or if you want we can raise it together—“ Dick was interrupted. “You are definitely not raising my child—“ Jason laughed.

“And no Boy Blunder, she wants my baby, she begged for me to give her one.” Jason grinned. “As soon as you let her go and she comes over here with me, we will leave Gotham and you can go back to Blüdhaven.”

She looked at Dick and sighed, she got up and hugged him. “I love you Dickhead.” she lovingly whispered. She walked inbetween the both of them and looked at the ground. “Jason is the love of my—“

“He manipulated you!” Dick cried, reaching out for her.

“I always loved him, he’s the only one that understands the pain I went through… and I’m the only one who understands him…”

Tears were starting to dot along her lash line. “I was so alone without him all those years… I can’t lose him now…” She sobbed, her tears were running down her cheeks.

“I tried to kill myself Dick…”

Jason walked towards her and pulled her in close. “She doesn’t want to leave.” Jason growled, still pointing his gun at Dick.

Dick looked down in defeat, “Can I atleast be involved? I wanna help raise my little sisters baby.”

She looked at Jason, and smiled. “I think that would great—Jay?”

“I’ll think about it. Let’s go home.” He growled as he pulled her away.

“Hold on, let me go say goodbye…”

She ran to Dick and hugged him, “I love you Dickwad…” and then did the same to Alfred, “I love you Alfie, tell Dad I love him too.” she grinned.

“Okay, we can go now….” she smiled at her lovebird.

#jason todd #arkham knight #arkham knight x reader #jason todd x reader

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bozepomagaj · 7 months

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How to train your dog.

College AU!Trigun (part 3)

Summary: a couple of days pass and you find out that your professor set you up with none other than Nai Saverem to work on a thesis. You, however, decide to make the most of this and finally confront him and show him who's the 'big dog' now with the help of your new friend, Vash.

A/N: I stalled this for far too long for too many reasons but here it finally is! This year is gonna be hectic as I have an undergraduate to do but I'll do my best to stay consistent this time and continue writing this. This one's a bit shorter than the last two parts but I hope that nonetheless people still enjoy it. Like always, criticism is appreciated.

CW: light swearing, mentions of being roofied/drugged

Word count: 1.8k

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

You thought everything was going to go smoothly. You thought that your plan was perfect: befriend Vash's friend group, get closer to Vash, and make Nai's life hell. Except, of course, you were never that lucky.

"Can't I just do this by myself?"

Obviously, he'd say that. As rude and brash as ever, however, you had manners so obviously you didn't talk back. Your professor leaned back in his chair sighing in annoyance. He was an older man and it was very clear he was not here to have a debate with you two.

„Listen, the event is in 2 weeks. The topic is very complex and detailed and I don't want you overworking yourself. I gave this assignment to you both because out of everyone here, you two are the only ones who look like their will to live hasn't evaporated yet and seem genuinely interested in what I'm talking about. Not only that but both of you have made some exceptional projects in the past. I need this to be perfect, it's gonna be representing the entire school.“

Open Door Days. The singlehandedly worst and best event every year. Your classes were shortened or simply canceled which was wonderful but then at the same time all the best students were chosen to do all kinds of different projects to „encourage young people to choose this major“. And of course, you just so happened to be this „best of the best“. This also meant that you'd have to be there, standing for a whopping 8 hours watching annoying high schoolers giggle at you as they eat all the snacks and don't even appreciate all the hard work you've put into these theses.

„Plus, what kind of impression would we leave on the younger generations if we didn't promote teamwork?“

Nai's annoyance was so terribly obvious and irritating. Couldn't he at the very least pretend to be fine with this out of respect?

„Right, my apologies. So the due date is in 2 weeks?“

„A little earlier. We need to submit it by Tuesday so try to get it done by Saturday so I can review it in case there are any mistakes. If you get stuck at any point just come to me and I'll help you out.“

You and Nai both silently nod. The professor hands you 2 large Encyclopedias on the probably largest and most complex topic: bacteriology. Nothing specific, just something from that field which just so happened to be so complex that you could spend at least a week picking which topic to do. In any case, this was a nightmare for both of you. You were responsible and you could get over this silly little grudge but Nai? Oh, he would never. To everyone, he was a force to be feared and reckoned with, terrifyingly intelligent, hard-working with an immaculate work ethic. He took care of his body like it was a sacred temple. Everything about this man oozed with pride and adoration. That was until you got to his shitty personality. At times it honestly felt like you were conversing with a child rather than a grown man. But it was too late to say anything now, with scoffs on both of your faces, you both exited the classroom and you immediately stepped in front of him so he didn't get a chance to run off.

„I need your number. Also, we'll be meeting up at your place cuz it's nicer.“

Quick and straightforward. You learned that this was the best way to make him even listen to you. He cocked his eyebrow and clicked his tongue, a habit he got recently and only did it when he was annoyed.

„Alright. But I expect you not to make a mess of my apartment.“

He handed you his phone and you entered his phone number into yours then entered yours into his. The moment you were done, he snatched the phone from your hands and walked off. You scoffed and yelled after him.

„I'm coming over at 4!“

Whether he heard you or not you really couldn't care less. Your entire walk home was ruined, all you could think about was him and his irritating face, his irritating attitude, his irritating... well, everything at this point. Once you were home all the frustration melted as your dear puppy jumped up on you excitedly. He was honestly a better friend than most humans. It's like he'd always know what you needed. Whether it be silence and some quiet time with his paw resting on your leg while he quietly pants or him dragging you out with his leash in his mouth, urging you to take him on a walk to forget about everything. The only thing was, he was young, healthy, strong, and very much untrained. Plus, as a border collie, he had the energy of not one but five horses. Sure, he was a great source of motivation but sometimes you just couldn't keep up with him. Times like these made you realize why your mom told you that it might be best to leave him at home with them where he could go out and play far more often. You glance over to your living room... ravaged living room, to be more specific. He seemed to have another one of his energy spurts and decided to redecorate everything. Plants on the floor, pillows everywhere, and a couple of pictures broken. You couldn't get mad at him because you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into. Instead with a heavy sigh you send him to your room and go sit down at your computer. You spent some time looking up tutorials and blogs about how to train your dog but most of the time, it was about puppies or saying how the dog should've had prior training when they were younger. Which he didn't have. With a heavy sigh, you finally found a blog on which a young woman complains about having a rather large and active dog who wasn't trained prior and is now a total menace to her and everyone in her household. Huh. Seems like there were some people like you after all.

After spending some time looking through the comments, reading the replies of professionals or just random people who learned how to work with dogs you came to two conclusions:

There was still hope for you and there is still a chance that your big puppy could turn into the greatest boy ever with enough treats and reassurance and you won't have to pay concerning amounts of money for him to receive proper training and number two.

Nai was more similar to a dog than you thought.

You kept thinking about him since you were gonna have to meet him up in.... oh crap, less than an hour!? You decided that it was time to pack your stuff if you wanted to be on time. Unfortunately to you, the apartment he lived in was quite a bit away from yours so you needed to take a bus to there. The neighborhood wasn't unfamiliar to you because Meryl lived in the same apartment complex, her parents knew the couple who owned the place and decided to lower her rent slightly, while she got to live in a fancy apartment. Lucky.

As you wait for the tram (because you managed to miss the bus by a couple of seconds), your bus vibrates. You quickly take it out expecting it to be Meryl but instead, it's an unknown number. You make a face, thinking it is some kind of a scammer, but then again would a scammer really send you a message that says:

„Heard you're coming over :D“

You quickly type up, asking the mysterious person on the other line about their identity to which they immediately respond, almost like they were waiting.

„Did you not save my number? It's Vash :)“

Huh. It seems like you did forget to save his number. You finally see your tram pull up and you quickly jump on, trying to find your spot. Once seated, you start typing:

„yeah srry forgot about it lol“

„It's fine, but are you actually coming over?“

„on the tram rn so yeah, should be there soon“

„Great :D. I'll get some snacks ready.“

Oh, he was so nice. Just as nice as the last time you saw him. This means Nai is going to be positively fuming once he sees you two interact.

The ride to their neighborhood was quick, you played some music to pass the time and with a positive mindset, you skipped over to the apartment complex and walked in (you knew the passcode because Meryl gave it to you numerous times), walking up the stairs up to their apartment. After ringing the small bell you heard some commotion inside and rather than being greeted with Nai's scowl, you were greeted by a big hug from Vash.

„There you are! I already got worried you got lost or something.“

He ushered you to come in and now, that you saw the apartment during the day in all its glory, all you could say is that you were truly in awe. Beautifully decorated with lots of unique flowers and greenery you've never seen.

„Holy crap. I'm guessing you're the one that decorated this place? Cuz my God, it's gorgeous.“

„No, it was me. And since when are you on such good terms with my brother?“

Ah, the man on the hour was finally here. You spot him in the kitchen, a scowl on his face, and he clicks his tongue. Like always. You side-eye him and wait for his dear brother to enlighten him on the situation and the moment Vash opens his mouth, the biggest, most evil grin adorns your face.

„Nai, they're the ones who helped me out the other day. Y'know, when I almost got roofied? They were the ones who dragged me here. Honestly, I can't tell you how grateful I am to them.“

He looks over at you with the biggest smile in the world. Unlike you, he had pure intentions and wanted to show you how grateful he was all the while you were busy watching Nai's face contort, showing far more emotion than he ever has. He looks over to you and the moment he sees your shit-eating grin, it's like you could see the fumes coming out of his ears.

„Well... seems like I misjudged you then. Sorry.“

Sure, he whispered it, sure, you could barely hear him say anything but boy did it feel good to have THE Nai Saverem apologizing to you. And just like one of the commenters on the blog said:

„in order to train your dog properly, you first need to assert dominance and show them that you are confident.“

And it seemed like it was finally time to train this dog properly.

#tristamp #trigun #vash the stampede #millions knives #trigun college au #trigun stampede #vash #vash saverem #nai #nai saverem #vash x reader #nai x reader

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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It’s About to Get Rough for You

Kinktober Day 8: Orgasm Denial

Pairing: mob boss!Nick Fowler x fem!reader (Nickie and the Hellcat, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~900

Summary: Nick just loves when you try to piss him off.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual (fingering, pussy spanking, public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, dirty talk, mention of sex toys), toxic relationship, mention of animal death, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Just a quick one for you guys today, but these two are sooooo much fun!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Nick grinned when you whined as he removed his fingers from your swollen and sensitive cunt, winking at you when you gazed at him with watery eyes while he sucked each finger clean lewdly before taking a long sip of his vodka.

“How many is that, printesa?” He cooed demeaningly when you snarled uselessly at him, smacking your pussy then leaning back lazily in his chair as he watched your chest heave with frustrated breaths. “Five? Six? If you hadn’t been such a crazy fucking cunt you could’ve just been sitting on my cock after coming at least three times but nooooooooo…”

“Just… untie me.” Your muscles strained when you rested the bonds that had you stuck spread eagle over his desk, growling at him as your abused cunt dripped onto the papers he had been working on when you first came in while he just chuckled at you. “I… fuck, I’ll be good.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” He squeezed your cheeks with one hand as he kept teasing you, putting his drink down as he started lazily dragging his fingers over your slit and giving you a wicked grin. “Couldn’t wait three fucking hours and now look at you? Such a dumb fucking bitch.”

“Fuck you.” You clenched your teeth and groaned when he pressed his thumb into your clit hard until he saw your whole body grow taut, releasing you right before you broke and laughing heartily when you screamed at him. “I fucking hate you!”

“You love me.” Nick leaned on his elbow and gave you an almost tender look, one that was negated by the way his fingers started rubbing your swollen pussy in aggressive circles until obscene wet sloshes filled his office. “If you didn’t, I don’t think you’d turn into such a goddamn insane bitch whenever I don’t give you exactly what you want. What do you think, Curtis?”

“I dunno, boss.” The large bearded man’s jaw ticked when he gave Nick a wary look, chuckling when the man gave him a grin when you squealed and started wiggling after he spat on you tits, crossing his arms over his chest before turning back to supervise the cleaning crew as they continued scooping up broken glass and dead fish that littered the floor. “She definitely has strong feelings, none of your other girls ever destroyed so much of your shit.”

“Fuck, you had to bring other women up, don’t you fucking hiss at me, hellcat.” Nick smacked you when you snarled and tried to bite him, removing his hand from your messy cunt again when your back started arching in that telltale sign. “You keep those kitty claws to yourself, are you gonna play nice? Or do I need to be even meaner to this poor little pussy?”

You wanted to scratch his eyes out, hating that smug look on his face when he leaned over to kiss your forehead. It had been almost an hour now of him bringing you right to the edge but leaving you ultimately frustrated, every nerve in your body feeling like it was on fire as you tried to just will yourself to have an orgasm. Nick just kept giving you that wicked smirk while he watched you fight with yourself and your bonds, rolling his eyes when you let out a bratty huff and growled at him.

He honestly would never get enough of seeing you like this, all trussed up and pretty and so angry at him, knowing that if anyone else ever even tried to get you in this position you’d probably tear their throat out, that he was the only one who could break you down and fuck the bitch out of you. Even if it sometimes took a while, but he didn’t mind, toying with your clit again and beaming when this time you let out a wretched sob.

“C’mon, my poor dumb baby.” He cooed when he saw the tears that were starting to leak down your cheeks, tugging on your bottom lip before starting to give your pussy a series of quick spanks. “Dragostea, so pathetic, sometimes I wonder why you even bother fighting me when you turn into such a soft little bunny once I get my hands on you. I’ve got a meeting in two minutes, printesa, if you don’t want to be a pretty little display you’d better say what I want to hear, though I know that just makes you even more wet.

“Ju… please…” you shrieked when he plunged two fingers inside you and started viciously stroking the roof of your cunt, your body bowing off the desk as much as possible as you tried to break your bindings before hissing at him. “You’re not the fucking boss of me.”

“Oh, now that’s disappointing, printesa.” He pulled his fingers out and gave your clit another harsh slap before leaning back in his chair and pulling open one of his desk drawers while you moaned and wriggled for him. “Guess I’m gonna have to pull out the big guns. Let’s see how long you last once I shove this massive thing up that poor little snatch. Hope you don’t mind my new potential partners seeing the inside of your cunt, sweetheart.”

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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all the prompts in those lists were so good 😭

hi im lindsay, idk if we've ever interacted before but 👋

you could do something with 8,18, and 20 👀

would be fun with felix or changbin but u pick frfr

OBEDIENCE | scb

🧸 pairing. seo changbin + gn!reader

synopsis. you've been staying overseas for only two weeks and your boyfriend seems to have forgotten how to be obedient.

🌙 wc. 1k | au. idol!au; established relationship; smut

smut warning : sub!Binnie, rope bunny!Binnie, teasing, like so much teasing, oral (m receiving), use of pet names such as baby boy, mommy, love.

8. “I wanna see how wet/hard I can make you before I fuck you.” 18. “Oh, what’s this? Couldn’t wait for me to get back so you started touching yourself, huh?” 20. “I’m not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it.”

Changbin whimpered for the nth time that night, shooting down at you an anguished look, “Please mommy, le—let me cum. Please, please, please, 'b— be... en good.” he pleaded, desperately tugging at the pink ropes binding him to the desk chair you had told him to sit on earlier.

You gave his thick shaft a long, wet lick, which made him visibly shudder and let out a soft sob, before you finally leaned back to properly look up at him, at his completely wrecked face. He looked so precious, so lovely like that— with a deeply flushed face, tear-filled eyes due to the number of times you had edged him in the past hour, his curly black hair all dishevelled and stuck to his sweaty neck and his plump lips red and swollen, with a little bit of drool accumulated on the corner.

And the rest of him was just as breathtaking— the vision of his scarlet chest, shoulders and thighs trembling, glistening with sweat under the dim, warm light of your lamp just a few inches away from you, tied up so prettily by the pink rope you had bought together the month before from a sex shop, almost made you cum on the spot— if only you weren't busy trying to teach him a lesson, “Mh, were you though?” you murmured, staring right in his desperate eyes as you rested your head on his flexed thigh, drawing imaginary circles on it with your fingernail.

Changbin let out a shakey breath and stared right back at you who were so close to his poor throbbing dick, nodding profusely at your question while trying to form a coherent sentence, “List—ened t-to every— everything... mommy told me t-to do—” he blubbered out and whined, hoping to spot some pity for him in your eyes. Unluckily for him, it didn't seem to phase you in the slightest.

Though he gasped when your delicate hand wrapped around his cock without warning and started slowly jerking it up and down, the tiny sliver of hope that you were actually going to let him cum vanished when you sat up on your knees and, while running your free hand slowly up on his big pecs you had successfully highlighted with your newly developed rope tying skill, you nipped at his boiling hot skin and smirked mischievously, “But baby boy, have you already forgotten what I caught you doing when I came back home earlier? Hmm?” you said as you started quickening the pace in which you were jerking him off. He deeply moaned while trying to buck his hips up to meet your fist, his toes curling from overstimulation— but he knew you well, and that teasing voice meant all this was far from over.

He felt his high approaching yet again as his muscles tensed up and his mouth went agape, trying so hard not to cum and be good for you, “You've been bad, really bad. Don't you think that you deserve a punishment for your behavior? I’m not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it, love.” you stated when your lips were only a few inches away from his, completely stopping your movements on his rock hard length to start teasing his very red, angry tip with your finger as you softly played his right nipple with your other hand.

You saw his pretty dark eyes tear up again as he puckered his bottom lip, “But—” he started whining until you brought your finger wet with his cum to his lips, telling him to clean it off for you— which he eagerly did, audibly licking and sucking your finger, twirling his wet tongue around it to show you what a good and obedient boy he was.

“Mh, enough.” you said, pulling your finger out of his mouth as you leaned towards his red ear, “I wanna see how hard I can make you before I fuck you. Remember, don't cum unless I tell you so, hm? Wouldn't want to disobey me anymore anytime soon, right baby boy?” you whispered, lightly scratching his defined V-line as more tears ran down on his squishy cheeks.

“Wh-wha... di-d I?” he sobbed, trying so hard to remember what he did to cause this, to make him work so hard to earn his release— though he'd be lying if he said he didn't love all this.

Then, as you crouched back down to suck him off once again, comfortably settling yourself between his open legs, which were forced open by the rope, he remembered.

He grunted when he released all over the sheets for the 2nd time in a row, fisting himself through his high with you in mind, “Y/N, fuck—” he moaned, getting worked up again when he grabbed your pillow and smelled it, your sweet scent pervading his nostrils.

“Oh, what’s this? Couldn’t wait for me to get back so you started touching yourself, huh?” he heard your voice say— wait, your voice? He opened his eyes and gasped, covering himself with your pillow, at which you snickered, “It's nothing I've never seen before, love.”

You slowly walked closer to him, leaving your overseas bag on the floor next to the door and sat at the edge of the bed, resting your hand on his bare stomach and trying to lock eyes with him; though he wasn't making it easy.

He kept avoiding your stare, looking anywhere but at you, feeling embarrassed to have been caught like that and unsure of what you were going to do since you told him many times that he could touch himself only if you gave him permission first— something you couldn't give him since he never even asked you.

You took him by the jaw and forced him to look you in the eyes, his red cheeks making him look almost child like if it wasn't for the situation, “You knew the rules, right Binnie?” you asked, and his pupils wavered a little bit.

“Y-Yes, I'll o-only touch myself if you g-give me permission f-first a-and... uhm— and...” he struggled, and you sighed.

“Baby Binnie... it seems like not only do I have to remind you to be obedient, but I also have to refresh your mind. Don't worry though, we have the whole night ahead of us and mommy missed you.” you said with a grin as you started palming him through his grey sweatpants.

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fearfully-fiction · 1 year

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Ashmore Estates-Alex Schroeder x Reader

word count:2,395

warnings: nothing really, light fluff, mentions of fear of heights

summary: Based off of season 4, episode 6 of DF. so all credit goes to the crew, the show, and the channel/network. It is Alex's turn to choose a location and everyone is in anticipation. And the pit stop he's chosen may or may not be something you're comfortable with.

Part one of my new series is here! I do truly hope you enjoy it and are excited about this series. I'm sorry if these get put out slower than usual, I just started school, so just bear with me.

I love you to the moon and to Saturn!

-M.G

(gif not mine!)

You sat in the RV on the way to a location unknown as per usual. Though knowing it was Alex’s turn to pick the location was quite nerve-wracking. He hadn’t let you in on anything, not even the slightest detail. The one thing you did know, was that he was very excited about it, and that scared you even more. Nothing about this seemed normal, and you were dying to know where he was taking you.

You looked at him and sighed. “Al-” you started. “Nope, no, I’m not saying a thing,” he interrupted you, knowing exactly what you were going to ask him. You huffed and crossed your arms. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” you said to him and it was his turn to sigh. “Seriously? You’ve asked only about 8 million times in the last 31 hours,” he scoffed. Chelsea, tanner, and Dakota chuckled. “I'm with her on this, I want a hint of some sort,” Chelsea said and looked at Alex with a raised brow. “Not until later,” Alex stuck to his plan. “You’re no fun,” you whined and poked his arm. “I’m fun, I have a great spot for you guys to stop at while I tell everyone about the location,” he informed you and tossed an arm over your shoulder.

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the place and got out of the RV. “I’m small enough compared to you giants. What is this place?” you questioned and looked at your boyfriend like he was crazy. Everyone laughed and tanner ruffled your hair, you swatted his hand away. “You’ll have fun I promise,” Alex said and kissed the top of your head.

“Oh hush, I know I will. I’m with these two fools, and Chelsea of course,” you said and nudged her side and she laughed softly. Tanner and Dakota looked at you in mock offense. “Fools?” they questioned simultaneously. “Fools,” you confirmed with a large grin.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it,” Dakota said. You noticed that he was about to run and so of course you sprinted away from him. You could hear him running after you and you laughed breathlessly. About halfway across the parking lot he caught you and picked you up and spun you around until you begged him to stop. You let out a yelp and laughed as he set you down, trying to gain your balance back. “I still think you’re a fool,” you whispered and he looked at you with a look as if saying ‘what did you say?’. “I said nothing,” you said and shrugged before quickly walking back to the group.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys in a bit, go have fun on big objects,” he gestured to what was in front of him and behind you. You chuckled before kissing his cheek. “Love you, Alex,” you said while watching him walk away.

“Shall we?” you asked and pointed to the attraction. “We shall,” Tanner answered and you chuckled before linking arms with Chelsea and making your way back across the parking lot.

As you walked across the lot you saw a large chair and to your surprise a mailbox. “Imagine the packages you could get in there!” Chelsea said and you laughed. “For some reason, I feel the need to climb that chair despite my crippling fear of heights,” you pointed out and directed the camera toward the chair. “I’d pay to see that,” Tanner laughed and so did you. “You just want to see me fall off of it,” you jabbed back and he looked at you with a hurt expression. “Is that what you think?” he asked in surprise. “That’s just what I know,” you smiled brightly at him. He grinned at you, “Alright, alright, you know me too well,” he said. “I know,” you said and they laughed.

You walked further in and came across a giant pencil. “Look at the pencil!” Tanner exclaimed and you chuckled. “Tanner we finally found something that is taller than you!” you proclaimed excitedly. He tossed a glare your way while Chelsea and Dakota laughed. Chelsea jumped to try and touch the eraser and when she couldn’t you decided to try. “Ok, wait! I need to try!” you said and set your camera down. You stood under the pencil and did a couple of test hops before you jumped as high as you could. Ultimately not reaching your goal. “Damn it,” you huffed and they all shook their heads. “Sorry, I guess you’re just too small,” Dakota teased you and you glared at him. “Don’t worry I couldn’t do it either,” Chels reminded you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh my gosh, it’s a big ass bird cage!” you enthusiastically pointed at it before running toward it. “It has a swing!” you said excitedly and sat down on the seat before swinging yourself back and forth. “She is so easily entertained, I don’t understand honestly,” Tanner shook his head. “Right, I mean, it’s just a swing,” Dakota said. “I think it’s cute,” Chelsea said as she watched you happily swing in the cage.

“Alright, move, we want to swing too,” Dakota said and you got off of the swing so they could sit down. Chelsea hopped on the side of it and you smiled. “This is like, the cutest thing we’ve ever done,” Dakota stated and you chuckled a bit. “Not gonna lie here, you guys do look adorable right now,” you said and smiled at them. “I need pictures!” you exclaimed before holding your phone with one hand and taking a few pictures of them. “I need a picture with everyone,” you said. They all sighed jokingly. “C’mon, you know you love me,” you joked and they all agreed.

Tanner sat on the swing and you hopped on behind him. You had a foot on either side of him as you held on so you wouldn’t fall. You both smiled widely as Chelsea took the picture. Next up, it was you and Dakota. It was an awkward and hard-to-hold pose but you made it work. You were determined to be taller than him and so you sat on your knees on the swing right next to him. He had his arm around your waist to steady you as you rested your head atop his. Your smiles were wide as you tried not to laugh and fall off. He helped you down and next it was you and Chelsea. Seeing as you never wanted a normal pose you and Chelsea both stood on the swing. “We better get this before we both fall off,” she joked and you laughed loudly and smiled over at her. And later on, you found that that was the picture. You smiling over at her while she smiled at the camera. It was one of your favorite pictures you had with her.

Dakota was the last one on the swing, and Chelsea took the opportunity to close the cage door. “I’ve always just wanted to-” she spoke as she shut the door on him. And you all laughed. “He makes a great bird,” Chelsea joked and you laughed loudly. “A beautiful bird,” you agreed teasingly.

“Now, to ascend the giant mailbox!” you declared and they chuckled. You all made your way up to the top and you smiled at the view from up there.

“What do you think Alex is talking about right now?” Dakota wondered aloud. “Probably the usual,” you shrugged. “Yeah, probably something depressing and scary,” Tanner added and you softly laughed. “It has to be that,” you pointed over at him and smiled. “Ok, I think the adrenaline of climbing a giant mailbox has worn off. I’m literally about to panic. Can we get down now?” you questioned and they all nodded. “Right, c’mon let’s get you back onto the ground,” Tanner said and took your hand to guide you back down.

As you walked back down to the parking lot to meet up with your boyfriend you smiled at the thought of him being so excited.

You saw him by the RV and took off in a light sprint. He chuckled at you and opened his arms for you. You crashed into him and he huffed at the impact, laughing breathlessly as he kept you both from falling over. “Hey, babe,” he said and he heard your muffled hello against his neck. You pulled back and smiled up at him. “Did you have fun?” he asked, and you nodded your head. “Yeah, I did. Got lots of good pictures too,” you told him giddily and he smiled at how happy you looked. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Good, I’m glad,” he said and hugged you close again.

The others joined you and you smiled brightly at them, “ready guys?” you asked and they all nodded before following you into the RV. You sat next to Alex on the couch and Chelsea sat down next to you. Alex tossed his arm around your shoulder to fit you snuggly against his side, and to make more room for Chelsea.

It was a few minutes into the journey when everyone turned their cameras back on. “Alex is in control!” Dakota exclaimed and you smiled up at him. “You have a little pep in your step today,” Chelsea teasingly pointed out and you chuckled. “We’re all excited. It’s not just me,” Alex said and you laughed. “Everyone’s excited about this,” he added and you shook your head. “What?” Tanner asked, “Honestly, like you couldn’t actually believe that,” you joked and looked at him.

“Let’s do a poll. Tanner, how do you feel about Alex picking?” Dakota asked. “Not very comfortable in the slightest,” He states and you nod in agreement. “That’s only one out of the four. Dakota?” he asked his friend. “I’m nervous as hell,” he expressed and you smiled. “And Chelsea?” Alex asked. “You freak me out a little bit, man,” Chelsea answered and you chuckled. “Ok, y/n?” he questioned you. “Honestly, you’re being a little too excited for me to be excited about this,” you told him, “your excitement scares me,” you said and he chuckled.

“You keep smiling like something is up,” Chelsea stated. Alex shrugged his shoulders and you rolled your eyes. “Oh no,” you mumbled and he smiled down at you. “I’m just gonna break it to you guys right now. For my haunted location, we will be doing solos the entire night, with no flashlights,” he broke the news and your jaw dropped a bit. “What is wrong with you?” you question in exasperation. Everyone groaned in protest, “That’s the worst idea ever,” Tanner complained.

“I just don’t know Alex, about your decisions, your ideas,” Chelsea said to him and you chuckled. “I’m with Chelsea here, the things you do for your locations can be questionable,” you said and everyone snickered.

“We are in the middle of nowhere, like, where the hell are you taking us?” Dakota queried.

“We have been sitting in this RV for a very long time now, and I do have something planned for us. Right now we are on our way to an abandoned grain silo that has been renovated into a rock-climbing facility,” Alex explained his plan for you all. “How tall is this?” Tanner asked.

“The tallest one is about 65 feet,” Alex said and your eyes widened. “This sounds pretty intimidating,” Dakota said and you nodded your head. “Very intimidating, I hate heights,” you told him and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “I’m sorry babe, but there is a competition involved. Whoever gets up the highest will win this competition and it may or may not tip the odds in your favor for the overnight,” Alex informed you. “Damn it, you know how competitive I am,” you shook your head. He squeezed you tightly and kissed your head.

“So, like, whoever wins, whoever gets the highest won’t have to do a solo?” Dakota asked hopefully. “No, no, no, no. That’s funny. That’s really funny,” Alex said and you lightly hit his chest. “That would be a great reward for me,” Dakota spoke up again. “What is it?” you asked Alex. “Let’s just say, you are going to want to try and get to the top. You wanna win, trust me,” he told you. “I definitely don’t trust you but ok,” you countered.

“I don’t know what’s scarier. Climbing this high in an abandoned silo, or not winning the contest,” Dakota said.

You put your cameras down and you sighed. You were nervous about climbing so high. You hated heights and Alex knew this about you, but he also knew how competitive you were and obviously hoped that would outweigh your fear. Surprise, surprise: it didn’t.

You didn’t want to do this, and honestly, you didn’t trust Alex’s little advantage. You knew him a bit too well, to know that it was something good.

He looked down at you and noticed your brow begin furrowed. He lifted his hand and let his thumb smooth out the crease between your eyebrows. Your eyes darted up to look at him when you felt his touch. “What’s up babe, you ok?” he asked and you instinctively leaned closer to him. “I just really hate heights,” you said and rested your head on his shoulder. “You’ll be ok babe, I won’t let anything happen ok, and if you feel like you need to come back down that’s fine, you know no one will be upset with you,” he explained to you and stroked your hair to soothe you. “I know, I just- I hate losing too,” you said and he laughed softly. “I know babe, maybe Dakota will give up before you,” Alex joked and it was your turn to laugh quietly.

“I heard that,” Dakota said and you laughed again. “Sorry, Dak,” you said and he rolled his eyes. You hid your face in Alex’s shoulder as you laughed quietly and he smiled down at you. “ I love you (y/n),” Alex spoke softly. “I love you too Alex,” you said and leaned up to kiss him softly.

The rest of the drive was short, and as you came to a stop you looked outside and sighed. “Oh shit,” you mumbled to yourself knowing that your fear would eventually kick in.

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gay-plague-doctor · 10 months

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Live for Me

A/N: this is my first time writing a fanfic so it's probably gonna be shit

warnings: suicide, gore (?), explicit language, maybe some suggestive stuff? not even that bad just like passionate kisses or wtvr, Kimetsu Academy AU, Gender neutral reader

pairings: Akaza x GN!Reader

Another note: The ending was bad, I apologize. Again, this is my first time writing a fanfic and I'll keep working to better them. It is currently almost midnight, and i've been awake almost a full twenty-four hours now. happy reading

Sitting there, at your desk, you heard a noise over the loudspeaker.

"Attention students and staff, please barricade the doors and go into shelter in place positions. Remain calm, this will be over soon. Authorities are on their way."

Of course, you panicked. You walked to the corner and sat with everyone else, who were also panicking. There were two demons in your class, Douma and Akaza. You were sure they could protect everyone.

...Right?

A few minutes after the announcement, you heard screaming in the hallways. It sounded like someone was running, but you couldn't tell since there were loud noises everywhere. You scooted a bit closer to Akaza and Douma, since they were your friends.

It was clear that Douma had a thing for you, but you liked Akaza. It was difficult, but you told yourself everything was fine. Plus, Douma was a pretty nice and handsome guy.

Blood. Blood splattered against the window that faced the hallway.

A deranged face smacked up against the thin glass, cracking it. The most foul smell you could imagine drifted in through that crack. What was it.. a rotting corpse?

Everyone was pretty shocked, and instinctively grabbed something that resembled a weapon (all they had access to was pencils and chairs).

You knew you had to get out to your locker. Your katana was in there. You could help. You just had to get past the undead roaming the halls.

A few students ran out of the room due to stress and the urge to live by fleeing overtook them. They were turned almost immediately. You kind of just leaned into Akaza, who held you tight. Douma was on your other side, holding your hand.

"Akaza..?" you mumbled.

"Yes, Y/N?" he said softly, turning to face you.

"Since we're going to die, this might be a good time to tell you-"

"We're not going to die, Y/N," he interrupted.

"..Okay" you said, looking down. You felt bad for trying to tell him. You knew he didn't like you back. You'd been friends for years.

"What did you want to tell me?" Akaza said after an awkward silence.

"It's nothing," you replied, shaking your head. Akaza insisted that you tell him, but you just didn't give in. Douma, who was listening the whole time, scooted closer.

"I'll say it for you. Y/N li-" He was cut off because you shoved a pencil into his mouth. The pencil was quite sharp, but he regenerated almost instantly.

"Fuck off, Douma," you snapped.

"If you're too shy to say it, then it will never be said. You'll end up hating yourself for not saying anything." Douma said, booping your nose.

You tried to bite him, but he moved away too quickly.

"Fine," you sighed "But let's get out of here first."

You stood up and bolted out the door. Surprisingly, you came back a few minutes later in your Corps outfit, knowing it would keep you protected from any bites. A few students got theirs as well, but got scratched on broken glass or splintered pieces of doors in the hallway. You used your school uniform as bandages, ripping the fabric to shreds and wrapping them tightly around the wounds.

Days turned to weeks turned to months.

You had been stuck in that school for about 7 months now. You were the one getting food, water, and blankets. In the end, Akaza convinced you to share a blanket with him since you always slept on the cold, hard ground in your Corps uniform. There were only 8 people left. You had started off with over 20.

That night, while you were next to Akaza trying to sleep, he pulled you closer to him. He held you close, and muttered something. It sounded like an, "I love you," but you couldn't be sure. You let out a quick, "Hm?"

"I love you," Akaza says a bit louder. This shocked you, but you just hugged him tight and kissed him. This kind of turned into a very long passionate kiss. Douma rolled his eyes. In the end, you snuggled close every night. The next morning, you were out gathering food and killing some zombies. You returned with a bite mark. You were unaware of it, otherwise you wouldn't have come back. Akaza stared in horror.

"What?" you said.

"Y-you got bit.." he replied, walking a bit closer. Your eyes widened in shock, and tears started rolling down your cheeks. Akaza hugged you, whispering "It'll be okay, Y/N.." and "I love you so much.."

This hurt. You pulled away from the hug and started toward the window.

"What are you doing-?!" Akaza sort of yelled.

"I'm making it quick." You replied, your voice shaky.

"No-! Please, Y/N, we can work this out..!" he begged.

You turned to him. Your soft smile stopped him in his tracks.

"Live for me, my love." You said. You were gone. He sprinted toward the window sill only to see your body in a pool of blood, zombies surrounding you.

From that moment on, he vowed to stay alive for your sake. He always kept your Nichirin sword guard with him, as well as the necklace you gave him. You were deeply missed.

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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Changing Seasons (a KNJ oneshot)

Based on the song Is It Still Beautiful (Hospital Playlist 2 OST) by Seungkwan, Woozi and DK of Seventeen

Pairing: Arts and Travel Blogger!Namjoon x Restaurateur!Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Exes AU

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: None

Summary: After three years of traveling in and around Europe to feed his hunger and passion for travel and the arts, Namjoon returned home to his first love.

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••••

“Namjoon, are you ready?” Hoseok stuck his head through the door of his hotel room, suitcase lagging behind, ready to leave.

“Yep!” Namjoon patted the pockets of his jeans. “Just making sure I have everything with me before I leave.”

“Passport?”

“Here,” Namjoon took a peek inside the fanny pack across his chest for good measure.

“Come on, let’s go. Yoongi hyung is already at the airport,” Hoseok pushed the door wide open to assist his friend with his suitcase. “He’s gonna start whining again if we’re late.”

“Our flight is in three hours!” Namjoon looked at his friend incredulously.

“Tell him then!” Hoseok challenged.

“Yeah, no. Nevermind.”

*********

The usually bustling Incheon International Airport wasn’t that crowded when they landed, and so the three of them have decided to stop by the cafe for something to nibble on before they go their separate ways.

“Ah, it feels good to be back home,” Hoseok sighed leaning back on his chair as he chewed on his bagel. “I swear, I can’t wait to speak in my jeolla dialect 24/7.”

Namjoon and Yoongi chuckled at their friend’s statement. The three of them have been friends since high school and equally have big dreams. They were away for three years collectively, with Yoongi and Hoseok working together in the international music scene, hopping between the US and the UK, and Namjoon exploring arts in and around Europe. Finally being able to take a three-month break at the same time, the three friends have decided that it’s a no-brainer– they have to fly back home to their motherland.

“Planning anything exciting while we’re home?” Hosek asked them. “My sister is getting married in Jeju Island, but I don’t have any other plans during my stay.” He continued.

“I’m gonna head straight home and probably hug Holly for hours,” Yoongi smiled at the thought of his pooch. “Heading straight to Ilsan, Joon?”

Namjoon hesitated, nibbling on his lower lip. A beat of silence passed until he realized that his friends were waiting for his answer. “I’m checking in at a hotel for the night and then I'll head to Ilsan tomorrow.” He didn’t miss the way his friends exchanged glances between each other. “I’m visiting ______ at her restaurant today.”

“Yah, Namjoon-ah…” Worry flooded Hoseok’s face. He was about to say something when Yoongi waved his hand dismissively at him.

“Let him. He needs it.” Yoongi turned to Namjoon, giving him a tight-lipped smile and an encouraging nod.

He’s right. He needed it. He needed to see how things have turned out himself.

THREE YEARS AGO

The cozy atmosphere in the quaint little cafe did nothing to calm the cold and the storm raging inside Namjoon’s chest as he clutched your hands on top of the table.

“It’s not fair to either of us…” You looked up at him, almond-shaped eyes gazing into his sharp dragon eye-shaped ones. The soft glow from the fairy lights hanging by the window reflecting against your glassy eyes made your chocolate-colored orbs a little bit more sparkly. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Namjoon nodded, albeit holding back his own tears. He wouldn’t let you see him break. Hell, he’s not even sure if you really meant that much to him… what did you really mean to him? You were like a moth drawn to a flame. He’s the flame whose warmth radiates so brightly, you have mistaken it for something more. He had big dreams, bigger than anything else, bigger than what he felt for you. As much as he could see how supportive you were on his travels, and how you listened to him as he constantly rambled about arts every night while tangled up in his sheets, he still felt like you were pulling him back. He felt constrained, like a balloon tied up to a boulder, he couldn’t soar up high. You’re a simple girl– you're passionate about food, produce, and farming. You grew up on a farm and your dream has always revolved around bringing the freshest ingredients from the ground to the consumer’s table. He, on the other hand, wanted to see what the world has to offer. He once asked you to travel with him during his internship in Paris, and although you didn’t say much, he knew your heart wasn’t in it.

You’re right. It’s not fair to either of you. Asking you to uproot yourself and travel with him was not the risk he would want to take, for fear that in the end, you might loathe him. For fear that in the end, he would realize that what he felt for you isn’t love. After all, that is the territory neither of you have tried dipping your toes into.

“I get where you’re coming from, ______.” Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile before bringing your hands to his lips, giving your knuckles a gentle kiss. “Thank you,” another kiss. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be that person for you.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you returned his reassuring smile. “Go follow your dreams, Namjoon. I won’t be able to forgive myself if you don’t.”

“Do you promise to keep in touch?”

“I promise.”

“Go accept your dad’s proposal, ______.” He reached out and tucked the loose strand of hair hovering in front of your face behind your ear. “Take over the family business. I’m rooting for you.”

You nodded.

The night ended with you in his tight embrace in front of your apartment, promising each other to stay friends, no matter what.

*********

At first, I was comfortable being alone

I had freedom with my decisions and my time

It was like I had erased the memory of you

I really believed I did

But, you see, when I open my eyes early in the morning, alone

And I learn that you are not by my side

Tears start flowing without me realizing

*********

From: [email protected]

Date: May 25, 2017 at 12:24:55 PM

To: [email protected]

Subject: Finally!

Hi Yn,

I just checked into my accommodation in Paris. My agent said the renovations aren’t done at the new apartment complex so I have to stay here for another week. Bummer, eh?

By the way, I have taken a lot of photos during my layover and will be posting them on the blog tonight. Can’t wait for you to see them!

How are things over there?

Yours,

KNJ

From: [email protected]

Date: May 26, 2017 at 03:26:15 PM

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE: Finally!

Hey Joon!

Glad you made it to your accommodation safely. :) As long as the museum would shoulder the extra expenses for your accommodation, I guess it’s alright? Hope you’re eating well.

My parents were over the moon when I told them that I’m ready to take the business off of their plate. I’m a bit scared! But my dad said his business partner would help me. Apparently, their eldest child took over their farm about a year ago too. So I guess I would be okay!

Can’t wait to read your blog tonight!

<3,

___________

From: [email protected]

Date: December 25, 2017 at 12:24:55 PM

To: [email protected]

Subject: Merry Christmas!

Christmas in Amsterdam is something else. I love it here!

Hope you and your family are doing well.

Yours,

KNJ

From: [email protected]

Date: December 25, 2017 at 07:24:45 PM

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE: Merry Christmas!

Hey Joon!

Merry Christmas! I saw your Amsterdam photos on Instagram and it is indeed beautiful! We’re having so much fun on this side of the world too. We made little Christmas trees and decorated them with real strawberries (baubles) and spun sugar (tinsel).

<3,

___________

******

It’s one of those nights again… streaks of colors decorated his blank canvas, creating an abstract in a rough floral pattern, depicting you… your softness, your femininity; depicting his longing. He didn’t know how to overcome those nights over the years, so he indulged them. He owed it to himself. It’s one of those nights again when he found himself running to the nearest payphone booth to call you from across the globe. It was secured, untraceable, and the minutes were limited. It would restrict him from pouring his heart out to you over the phone. He just wanted to hear your voice. He just wanted to hear your smile, as he closed his eyes, imagining you’re standing in front of him. He just wanted to numb his pain. He missed you… and the realization hit him like a tonne of bricks. He loved you. He was in love with you.

*******

Have any of the things that used to make me smile changed?

Is the way in which you talk still the same?

I have changed, I don't smile like I used to

I'm a little thinner than when I was with you

On the last days you comprehended me

I mistook it and believed you were imprisoning me

Saying that I was too manly for it, I didn't even say I love you

But my blank sheet of paper is now filled with your name

And when I call you while writing down and I hear your voice

Tears start flowing without me realizing

*******

True to your words, you both kept in touch over the years. Each major life event, each milestone; every occasion, every celebration, documented electronically via e-mails and social media posts and comments.

You cried over the phone to him when you opened your own farm-to-table restaurant. Solidifying and finding comfort for himself that your mutual decision of breaking up all those years ago was all worth it.

He couldn’t not tell you when his boss allowed him to go on a three-month long vacation, and like the kind-hearted person that you are, you invited him over to your restaurant insisting that you would be making him the best ‘welcome home’ meal that anyone would be jealous of.

The night before his flight back home, he rummaged through his inbox and reread your emails in the last few months. He mulled over your words and the photos you have attached. You looked the happiest– your eyes lighting up, forming into crescents, with every smile. It tugged on his heartstrings a little bit, wishing he was the person who could make you smile like that. But there are things that he couldn’t just bring back. The best he could do is to hold onto those memories… and maybe one day, forgive himself, too.

*******

Have any of the things that used to make me smile changed?

Is the way in which you talk still the same?

I have changed, I don't smile like I used to

I'm a little thinner than when I was with you

*******

PRESENT DAY

You ran up to him the moment he opened the door to the empty restaurant and gave him the warmest hug anyone could ever ask for. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as he rested his chin on your shoulder while hugging you back. You said you closed it down for the day because you wanted to focus on filling his tummy and not worry about the other customers.

“Joonie!!!” You giggled. “Oh my god, it’s been so long!”

“Ahh, it has indeed!” Namjoon straightened up and scrunched up his nose at you. “I smell something delicious!”

“Come in!! Come sit at your table!” You ushered him at one of the tables, a tall glass of iced americano and a selection of tea, already waiting. “Do you wanna know what we have on the menu for you today?”

“Pray tell!”

“Well, okay, I don’t want to tell you everything,” you rolled your eyes and he hated that he still found it cute. “But I harvested a bunch of greens from the back and made you a salad, with strawberries and feta! I’m pretty sure you’re gonna love the sweet and savory combination.” You proudly said, talking animatedly.

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile up at you. You’re like sunshine personified.

“And for the main course, it’s– oh gosh,” you caught yourself. “Just… surprise!”

Namjoon took a moment to take in his surroundings. Everything screamed you. The restaurant interior was cozy and rustic, and just gave off the farm-slash-barn vibe that you have always dreamed of. Just one look outside of the massive windows, and one would know that the restaurant served only the freshest ingredients, harvested and prepared in-house.

The door of the kitchen swung open and a brooding tall handsome man stepped out, approaching the two of you with a warm smile. He’s dressed in a chef’s jacket and Namjoon recognized him from the photos you sent him over the months. He knew who he is.

“Oh finally!” You acknowledged the man. “All good back there?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Namjoon watched as you stepped away to meet the man’s strides halfway. You snaked your arm around his waist and rested your other hand on his chest. Namjoon stood up with a smile and bowed to him politely in greeting, which he immediately returned.

“I can’t wait to finally introduce you two!” You said, eyes fleeting between the two of them.

“Hi!” the tall handsome man extended his hand to him for a handshake and Namjoon accepted it with both hands.

“Namjoon, meet our Executive Chef!” You smiled proudly. “This is my husband, Seokjin.”

*******

How is he?

Is he good enough to you to make you forget the days we spent together?

Please be happy, because you met a person good enough to fill the places in which I lacked

*******

#bangtansmauyeondan #namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #rm x reader #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts angst #SoundCloud

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petertoddgrayson · 10 months

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Jason found a red ruby.

No- the red ruby called to him under a dumpster while Jason was on his way to school.

Jason somehow knew where to find it, like a tug on his soul urging him to follow the voice, or whatever machinations his brain is playing at him, and being an OCD Jason was, gave in to the strange desire that is crouching and reaching for something he actually has not single idea about- he just felt like it. The putrid smell of rotting trash and piss greeted Jason's olfactory senses. He winced. He probed his hands beneath the bin, until it came across something hard, and angular, fingers quick to grab and wipe away what grime or dust was stuck to it's surface during it's unfortunate stay. A ruby- Jason's assumes due to its deep red hue. He bit it- it didn't scratch, smashed it - not a single crack. He held it close to his eyes, scrutinized every minute detail, and came to a conclusion that it might be, and hopefully, a genuine ruby. His senses kicked in as soon as he stood, hastily hid the precious gem in his pocket.

" A man's misfortune is another man's fortune." Jason muses. He couldn't bring himself to feel sad, sad for anyone unfortunate enough to lose something of great value. The ruby would fetch a decent price, enough that he'd afford himself food, set of new clothes and maybe if he felt the need for self love, the latest issue of his fav comics. The only issue would be Willis, his bastard of a father, but that's for another day, so Jason went about to school like a normal student would, earning glances from passersby for his stiff stature.

The class hours came and went and it was lunch time before Jason knew it. He made his way to the cafeteria, and since Willis remembered to pay for his lunch credits, he'd get to be picky this time. Chilli dogs and caesar salad would suffice. Much to his displeasure-and surprise, the entire dining hall was grandly stirring, betas, a handful of female betas with their omega-ripoff-selves and even alphas scuttle their way to some specific spot. And that was when Jason's own came across a pair of ocean blue eyes, deceptively enticing-Dick Grayson, Jason's omega preened.

Which means, yes,

The Wayne Boys are here.

Carefully, Jason treaded his way among the crowds, stepping this and stepping there, deliberately crushing the toes of unfortunate souls, that is, according to Jason " are slaves to their instinct and are of base character at best." A deed, which he relished doing so, before a familiar voice came seeking his name.

"Jay! Over here!" Yells a grinning red headed alpha with a haircut-hair oh so terrible dead teachers rolled in their graves.

Jason merely raised an eye brow as an exchange before proceeding to pull a chair next to him.

"So.... what's the plan for tonight?" He asks, tapping the table like a drum ensemble of anticipation.

"What's the plan?" Jason frowns. "Don't pull that shit on me Roy, I know what that tone means."

"What's wrong with my tone?" (Fuck you Roy.)

" See? We've got a lot work to do.. like homework? If Dad learns I got detention 3 times this week he's gonna have my head! I better start patching myself up." Jason explains. Roy shrugged.

"I mean.. a group study? Except there's only two of us. Then the fun comes in after." Roy explains. Jason didn't respond, the alpha found him staring, staring - not at him, at someone else. He cranes his head, and finds Dick Grayson munching on his lunch, surrounded by a bunch of desperates.

"Jay!!" Roy waved his fully stretched hands, startling Jason. He felt a tug of pain, and jealousy. Jason should have been his, and only his.

"Yeah..yeah. I think that's a good idea Roy, maybe we could visit the arcade after we're done." Jason quickly dismissed, he couldn't peel his eyes off Dick. The alpha's too damn hot not to notice. The sharp jawline, tanned skin, and ohhhh that alpha bulge in his pants. Jason is salivating. Roy raised an eyebrow. "You could stay the night bud. Besides, dad won't be at home until like 8 in the morning. Tonight's his Thursday Poker."

Roy felt a sudden relief, and pain. Pained to learn that Jason, being an omega, is left alone uncared for. Roy wanted to be his alpha, he's been meaning to make Jason his. "Alrighty!! I'll bring some diet coke and chips." The alpha happily chirps.

The two dissolved into comfortable silence as they ate their lunch. Soon enough, their afternoon classes started and both parted ways.

------------------

Biology is the worst subject for Jason. He hated Ms. Dullingham's take on explaining omegan physiology, she seemed to objectify them. The beta teacher in question taught the class about how weak omegas are, and the overwhelming superiority of female betas.

"Betas." Jason shakes his head " They don't know anything." *not realizing that he spoke his mind.*

"Excuse me Mr. Todd?!" A raised heavily accented voice echoes throughout the room. Jason immediately snaps back to reality.

"Perhaps you were thinking too loud dear?" Mathilda Dullingham slithered her way to Jason's desk. "Were you?" A stick on her hand sent shivers to Jason's spine. Well, shit.

The entire class now stared at him. Some felt sorry, others didn't really care, while a few malevolent souls seemed to enjoy the show. And Jason hated this.

"I..I didn't-"

"Silence! Jason Peter Todd! You are out of this class!" The concussive sound as the stick hit his desk rendered Jason catatonic. Ms. Dullingham's a bitch and insecure as fuck. The whispers became audibly louder. "Off you go! Get out!"

Jason heard some giggles, he blushed from shame and anger, quickly packed his books and notes and bolted for the door. He can get through this, he thought, he's had far worse. A simple humiliation from a menopausal unmated beta teacher shouldn't affect him. Shouldn't affect him at all.

It was 2 pm, the corridors were mostly empty. Jason decided to head for the

comfort room to freshen up. Atleast he'd still be pretty even in this shitty situation he got himself into. Making his way to one of the stalls, waves of thick alpha arousal drowned his senses. He was quick to hide behind one of the stalls' door curtains, finding 6 alphas, 3 of which are from his class- Grant, Alex and Murphy otherwise known for their rough school records. The cause of arousal-Jason has no idea about. Apparently, the alphas seemed to hold a communal masturbation. The soft tenor moans became the apparent source of arousal, *they are watching porn, Jason realizes. Omegan porn. Jason's slick began to gather, and decided to leave; stealthy steps accelerated to running, and because fate wasn't kind to him, he slipped on a puddle of cum.

Thudd!!!

*Fuck

The alphas snapped their necks from the sudden noise.

The semen was quick to stick on Jason's clothes and absorb into it's fabric. It smelled funky.

Jason, still stunned from the forceful impact on his head (he fell on his head) scrambled for balance. But before he could take a step further, a strong hand grabbed him by the scruff.

He's so screwed.

"Looks like someone's enjoying the show." Alex sneers, dragging Jason by the scruff. "Don't worry bitch, we'd love to take care of you." Jason was silent from shock. He's been into so much shit. Alex dragged him to his friends. The rest of them stared at Jason like a piece of meat. He felt like a deer caught in head lights.

"Wo ho! An omega! This is going to be so fun." An alpha grins.

"Shut up Gerald!"

"I'll take his mouth."

"The ass is mine."

" I'll take him first, then you're next."

"No I'm first, then you, after Trent."

The alphas claimed for his body like 7 year old kids racing for their toys.

Jason was dropped on the floor like a corpse. He can't move. When the realization of a very possible rape hit him. Jason squirmed and ran for the door. One of the alphas, however, managed to trip him by the leg.

Alex walked over him and placed his feet near Jason's face. "Looks like pussy's back on the menu, boys!"

The boys started stripping Jason. Jason tried his best to resist by clawing, biting, punching or kicking and every possible way anyone can hurt a human by merely using their body. He was a prey ganged upon by thirsty predators, he's had worse for sure, but experiencing such on repetition makes him want to vomit. Disgusting. Jamie, managed to to get a hold on Jason's face, as he scrambled to undo his zipper.

A warm, sweaty cock as big as Jason's biceps rested on his chin. He knew his ass has been stripped bare, feeling the warm breath as an alpha ( Alex?) sniffed his cunt. The cheese like smell of smegma(?) had Jason hold his breath. Suddenly Jamie yanked Jason's hair pulling down his face towards his groin.

"Yeahh suck that cock bitch." Jamie gasped as he forcefully rubbed his leaking sex unto Jason's lips.

Remaining alphas stroked their dicks as they watched two of their friends defile Jason.

The overwhelming rancid smell of Jamie's groin made Jason puke. He spilled his half digested lunch all over the alpha's cock, covering it with spit, mush of Caesar salad and acidic chili dogs. Alex who was about to mount Jason bursted into maniacal laughter. "The fuck!" Jamie frowns, "This is not funny!"

"Dude,dude, chill. Just let the bitch eat that shit." One of the alphas suggested.

"Kinky."

Jamie squeezed Jason's jaw, and with an evil grin scooped the devil's mush that is Jason's puke. Meanwhile, Alex groaned as he pushed his cock into Jason's tight heat.

Jason froze. Anger and fear welled inside his chest. Being raped is humiliating enough, but to eat his vomit would be an absolute nightmare level of disgusting. He didn't deserve this. He hasn't done anything wrong. If anything else, Jason just tried to live a normal life, blend in the crowd never stepped on other people. Why is fate so cruel to him? Not once did he question it's inner workings, how the world constantly thrashed him from Willis and his mom's death, and this. Alex's and his friend's laughter dissolved into a background blur. Jason felt numb. A new wave of hatred and power began seeping into his body like magic.

"Eat up bitch." As soon as Jamie's hand neared his mouth, Jason saw red. A wave of telekinetic force surged through the room, knocking the boys out and tearing off the thin wooden walls that separates the stalls. The magnitude might have been enough to be felt by anyone outside.

Jason himself, was surprised, an instinct of his urged him to reach for his pocket. In his hands, the ruby glowed in red light, slowly disintegrating as its essence merged with his. Jason could only raise his hand in surprise. Trent who have managed to recover from the force ran for the door. Still thirsting for revenge, Jason levitated the alpha and hurled him to one of the toilet seats, crushing it and leaving Trent a bloody unconscious mess.

Seeing the unlucky fate of their friend, Alex and Jamie jumped on him, but Jason was quick to dodge. Now levitating in front of the alphas, blocking their exit, the remaining conscious ones, including Alex and Jamie were shaken, torn between the urge to fight, and the fear consuming them, telling their bodies to run.

" I suppose, I'm the one having fun now." Jason sneers, the alphas taking a small step backwards for every word. He felt the powerful, the fear of repercussions after this incident slowly drips away. Jason deserved this. And he knew these alphas had this coming too.

" I...I..-guys! Get up!" Alex stammers. Grant who have been catatonic stumbled into Trent. "He's still alive!" The group made an audible sigh, before focusing on the omega levitating in front of them. Each one of them in their defensive stance walked backwards, forming a crooked curving line of trembling bodies. " We're so..so-sorry" one of them finally admits.

"Sorry?" Jason cackles, " you ask for forgiveness?" He lands in front of Jamie who paled at such gesture. Jason lifted his chin and moved his face close to the alpha's cheek in a seductive manner. " After all these shit you've done to me, I wanted to kill all of you." Jason scoffs, "And this, just me beating everyone of you till you're all almost dead, is me being reasonable."

#omega jason todd #alpha Roy Harper #Omegaverse #Highschool AU #Jason is the Scarlet Hood #Lord of Chaos Jason Todd

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Giving Report with the Healthcare Boys (LU in Healthcare snippets)

What patient handoff and/or shift change looks like for some of the boys!

Wild stretched as he entered the staff lounge and caught sight of a coworker getting on shift. His feet were sore and he had a headache, but overall he felt pretty good despite the chaotic day.

"How was today?" his coworker asked.

Wild shrugged. "Busy."

His coworker smirked. "Well at least you're actually mostly in uniform today."

Wild looked down at his black scrub bottoms (that he absolutely didn't steal from Twilight), light blue polo, and sleeveless black jacket. "Yeah, I guess so."

"What kind of adventures did you have today?"

Wild laughed. "Only one, thanks. We eventually found MRI."

"How long did it take for you and your patient to find MRI?"

"Um," Wild shifted awkwardly. "Maybe twenty minutes? Didn't mess up her appointment, so it was fine. Besides, she got to see the ambulance bay and a friend of mine showed her the back of the ambulance, which she thought was really cool."

"That sounds like way more than twenty minutes!" his coworker laughed.

"We had fun and got there eventually," Wild shrugged as he crossed his arms. "That's all that matters."

When his coworker continued to guffaw at the entire situation, Wild rolled his eyes exasperatedly and clocked out. He was ready to have some of the dinner that he'd made for himself yesterday, and he was excited to get home and relax.

XXX

"I just fueled her up, she should be set to fly for you tonight," Sky said as he pat his hand against the helicopter with a warm smile. "The only thing I can think of is that you need to watch the cyclic; it's a little jerky if you adjust it too fast. I was going to see if maybe I could look it over but we kept getting calls."

Belari nodded. "Got it! I'll take a look at it with the shift checks. Sorry you were flying all night, though."

Sky shrugged. "It wasn't too terrible. But I'm definitely ready to go to bed."

Belari laughed at that. "Sky, you're always ready to go to bed."

XXX

Twilight grabbed a clipboard and his finger slid down across different names of patients. "So these two are the ones who have been the biggest ones to look out for. Airway issues for this kid, and the parents aren't in there, so just keep an ear out, especially if her nurse is busy. The other is on seizure precautions, everything's set up but he's already had one seizure today."

The tech he was handing off to sighed. "Poor kid. I thought they'd gotten that under control."

"Yeah, we all thought that," Twilight remarked sadly before continuing with his report. "This one here is a standby with one assist, usually uses a bedside commode for toileting. This one in room 12 needs a sitter, you might get stuck there a bit. He's not really bad, just developmentally delayed and likes to throw things. He's nonverbal, but he understands more than you think, so just redirect him. Loves to listen to Barney, so I've literally just been playing it on repeat all day. Kept him pretty preoccupied. Rooms 1, 3, 4, and 5 are night baths. The 24 hour QCs have been done, I think you'll just have to do the EKG machines."

"Is the lift still broken?" his coworker asked with dread.

Twilight grimaced. "Uh, yeah. But the only one you'd need it for is room 8, and she's pretty light."

His coworker crossed her arms. "Yeah, light to you, Mr. I-Can-Bench-Press-the-Planet."

Twilight couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, and then he spluttered to try and compensate when she waved him off.

"Get out of here, Twi," she said exasperatedly. "It's gonna be a long night and you don't need to be here for it."

XXX

Wind settled beside his preceptor as the night shift respiratory therapist pulled up a chair. He shifted nervously, knowing that Daphnes had said he would be giving report for one of the patients; this was Wind's first time even attempting to give report.

"All right, go for it," his preceptor's relief said, ready for report.

Wind swallowed and nodded. "Okay, so room 12 is a 54-year-old female, post-op day 1 for a CABGx3. She's still intubated because they can't get a good neuro on her, I think? Like for us she's been fine, breathing spontaneously on the vent, but they're afraid she can't protect her airway if we extubate."

Daphnes held out a small piece of paper to Wind, who jumped, realizing what he'd forgotten. "Oh! Right, her last gas looked good, but her lactate was high so that's another issue she's got going on. She's got a 7.5 ETT, 23 at the lips, cuff's fully inflated and intact. She's on 30% FiO2, PEEP of 8, pressure support."

"Tolerating the vent? Suctioning, any secretions you're getting out?"

Wind's heart skipped another beat as he felt like he was messing everything up. "She's tolerating it, yeah. Hasn't really bucked it all. Because, you know, no neuro and the like. She isn't following commands or anything. They're not sure what's wrong. She doesn't have a lot of secretions, last time I went in she was good. Lung sounds are clear, a little diminished in the bases."

The respiratory therapist finished scribbling notes and then nodded. "Okay, sounds good."

Wind leaned back heavily in his seat as his preceptor gave report on the other two patients they'd been caring for. When he was finished, Daphnes put a hand on Wind's shoulder.

"Good job on report," he said with a smile.

Wind watched him uncertainly. "I thought it sucked."

Daphnes laughed. "It's your first report. You went over the broad strokes. You'll get there, Wind. Good work today."

Smiling, Wind perked up and nodded. "Thanks."

XXX

Hyrule tried not to feel overwhelmed when he brought the stretcher into the large room filled with people waiting for him. He could do his job and take care of the patient, but giving report always made him nervous.

He caught sight of Legend in the corner, who gave him a smile and a nod.

Taking a deep breath, Hyrule stood beside the stretcher alongside a tech while Mo and another nurse moved to the other side of the hospital bed where they'd lined up with the stretcher, grabbing the sheet under the patient.

On three, the four slid the patient from the stretcher to the bed, and people swarmed around her as Hyrule stepped back.

"71-year-old female, stroke alert, last known normal was two hours ago at 1945," Hyrule started loudly so both Legend and the physician could hear him as they worked. "She's got right sided facial droop and arm weakness, as well as aphasia. No neglect or vision changes to my knowledge. She hasn't changed for us over transport, she's just been like this since we got on scene. She can follow commands, can't really say anything but she'll track your movement. Vitals have been stable throughout transport, glucose was 112. I've got bilateral 18s in both ACs, one's saline locked and the other's KVO. Sinus rhythm on the monitor. History of TIA and hypertension. Any questions?"

"Does she have family coming?" Legend asked as he labeled blood samples pulled from one of her IVs.

Hyrule nodded. "Daughter's on her way."

The charge nurse walked in. "CT 3 is ready for you guys."

Legend nodded. "Thanks, Roolie. We'll see you later."

With that, Hyrule stepped out of the room as Legend and a few others guided the patient's bed out of the room and headed off to get a head CT. He blew out a deep breath of relief and made his way to his partner, who was cleaning the stretcher.

"Well that was exciting," Mo commented.

Hyrule had to laugh. "Yeah, no kidding. Maybe we can sleep the rest of the night."

"You really think so?"

"...No."

"Me neither."

XXX

"Well you took your sweet time," Legend grumbled as Warriors plopped into a seat beside him.

"I can't help that morning huddle took an eternity," Warrior fired back, rolling his eyes. "I'm not charge today, and the one who is just stood there for like a solid five minutes figuring out where everyone should go. So what do you have for me?"

"In the twenty years it took you to get here, I discharged one of the patients," Legend explained, getting a good-natured chuckle out of his friend. He pulled up the other patients' charts. "You only have two to worry about. Room 28 is a 24-year-old female, A/Ox4, stable, she's here for generalized body aches, they're doing a flu workup for her so she's on droplet precautions. She's been stable, no known medical history, she's fine in there. I took care of all the orders for her, we're literally just waiting for results."

Warriors nodded, reviewing the chart briefly before Legend moved on to the next patient. "Okay, this other one is the issue. Roolie brought him in about an hour ago, respiratory distress CHF patient, was on CPAP with Roolie and then we intubated him here; he's on propofol for the sedation. He's gotten 60 of IV Lasix and 2 inches of nitro paste, got a Foley in and it's put out like 150 so far, so mostly responsive to the Lasix. But they did an echo on him and his EF is absolute garbage, so even though we're getting fluid off it isn't doing much. They're talking about putting him on a milrinone drip, I've got the tubing and stuff ready if they decide to do it. Big surprise, he's been consistently hypertensive for me, started out at 220/136 now his systolics are lingering in the 160s. He was tachycardic and I think the nitro didn't do him any favors for that, but the good thing about milrinone is that you got reflex bradycardia with it, so hurray."

Rubbing a hand over his face, Warriors grumbled, "You always manage to bring me such great patients, don't you?"

"Hey, I got rid of a stroke patient earlier, you should thank your lucky stars," Legend retorted. "Stroke alerted her and she went straight to surgery. These two are all you got. They're working on getting this one up to the ICU as soon as possible. You've got an 18 in the left AC and a 20 in the right upper arm. Your propofol is going at 30 in the AC. The tube is a 7.0 and it's 21 at the lips. They're alive. End of story."

"Well, that's all that matters, anyway," Warriors muttered, perusing the patient's chart before glancing at his friend. "You okay?"

Legend huffed. "Am I okay? Yeah, sure, we got our asses kicked last night. But it's over. Just going to stay a bit to catch up on charting and then I'm getting the hell out of this nightmare."

"Charting," Warriors said with as much disgust as he could muster. "I hate charting."

"You and me both. Good luck, Wars."

XXX

In the ICU it was typical to have only one to two patients. On a day like this, where staffing was short, however, it was surprising and rarely a good sign when one was lucky enough to be singled with a patient.

It usually meant the patient was a mess.

Four sighed as he grabbed his report sheet and his multicolored pens and sat down beside the nurse who he would be receiving report from. After pulling up the patient's chart, he gave his coworker an affirmative nod that he was ready.

"This is a John Doe, just got up to the unit at 1545 from the OR. He is approximately somewhere in his 30s. Involved in a motor vehicle crash, vehicle versus a tractor. He got extricated and flown here. He was awake and lethargic on scene, apparently, got RSI'd in the field when he couldn't really protect his airway from bleeding with facial trauma. Got 2 units of RBCs in the air, another in the ED, and another in the OR. CT showed right femur fracture, skull fracture with intracranial hemorrhage, multiple facial fractures, rib fractures, and cardiac contusion with tamponade. They placed a bolt in the OR, he v-fib arrested and they shocked him twice. We've given 1L crystalloid for more fluid resuscitation and 1 unit FFP. He's kind of vasoplegic but not by much, still he's on epi at 3 and Levo at 5. Still getting a fluid bolus right now. Ready for systems?"

Four scribbled feverishly, and then he paused. "Wait, who was the surgeon?"

"Time."

Four smiled. Good. That meant the team would be keeping a close eye on the situation. "Okay, I'm ready for systems."

"Neuro, he's a RASS -3 with a goal of -4. He's no longer paralyzed, it was reversed at 1600. He's got the bolt, it's subarachnoid. His ICP has been steady in the..."

The longer the nurse talked, the more Four realized this was going to be a long shift. But he'd get through it. They went through neurological, respiratory, cardiac, gastrointestinal, genioturinary, musculoskeletal, and skin individually before reviewing lab work, and then Four wrote down what points of access he had, including a central line, an arterial line, and three peripheral lines, as well as all the different medications going in through them. After finishing handoff with the other nurse, Four sat in his chair for a moment and just took a deep breath.

Time to get to work.

#I have no idea what kind of handoff pilots do with each other #so I just figured it would be maintenance related lol #at first I was like 'I should make this simple because non-medical audience'#and then I was like 'screw it let's have fun'#so then we just got increasingly more complicated with reports because this is what the boys would be doing for work anyway #so this one's for all the medical nerds #as a general rule ER is more concerned about what's going to immediately kill you while ICU needs to know everything about you #hence the difference in reports #respiratory therapists are concerned about respiratory stuff so they're very focused #techs care for a lot of patients on the unit and have specific things they look out for to assist the nurses and help the patients #I didn't even attempt to do Time's report because I know too little about surgical notes to fake one lol #maybe someday XD #lu in healthcare #writing

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‘Til the end of the line and back.

Chapter 8: Fleeting moment

Pairing : Stucky x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: none really, mentions of injury but nothing specific or graphic. Little bit angsty (maybe).

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this chapter but I really felt a bit stuck with it. Adam and Nat!!!!!!!!!

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Ch.7

It had been hours since Steve left. It was time spent on thinking about what happened and berating yourself for your lapse in judgment. You couldn’t decide which was worse thinking of how it felt being in Steve’s arms or wishing you could do it again. His soft lips against your skin, strong arms wrapping you in safety, the way he stared at you fondly with his magnetic cerulean eyes. Those hypnotizing eyes that you would never be able to look at again do to the embarrassment of throwing yourself at him. You couldn’t bear to think of the heartbreak Bucky could feel if he found out about what happened and the impact it would have on the already crumbling relationship you had with him.

There was no sleep to be found in the comfort of your bed. So you made your way back to the medbay and sat on the floor in the hallway waiting for Nat to be able to receive visitors. They had finished with the procedure using the cradle but her injuries were critical and she lost so much blood she was to stay a night or two in the hospital room. It seemed like sleep had a sense of humor because it was sitting against the wall while you waited to see Nat that it must have found you. A few taps on your foot woke you up. Blinking a few times to adjust to the brightness now that all the lights had come on you looked at the person that dared to wake you up.

“Please tell me you didn’t stay here all night.” Lucy already seemed to be exasperated and it was barely morning.

“Morning Lucy.”

“Why are you here? You should be in bed resting.”

“I haven’t been here long I promise.” The lie slipped out before it could be stopped.

“I’m gonna tell you something girl, I was born at night but I wasn’t born last night. So how long did you sit here for?” She demands as her hands find their place on her hips.

“I’m not sure about three, maybe four hours. I couldn’t sleep anyways so what’s the harm?”

“The harm is that even if you can't sleep your body still needs rest and more importantly I will harm you if you disobey another order from me.” She says with her finger pointing straight at your face as you get up.

“Yes ma’am. Can I see her now please?”

“Get in there before I change my mind.”

The door opens and closes quietly to the dimly lit room. The single chair in the room is moved closer to her bed which could only mean Bruce had kept her company through the night. You sit and grab her hand, unable to stop the few tears that spill. Part of it is relief that she’s ok and the other part is that you need her but that will have to wait. Her health is more important.

You spent an hour or so keeping an eye on her and clinging on to her hand for dear life. Your grumbling stomach was what motivated you to leave. Racking your brain you could have sworn you had something the night before. Thinking about it further you realized the last time you had anything was breakfast the day before when you were at the shop with Adam. You groan as you realize you never called him and you knew he would worry if he didn’t hear from you soon so you head to your room to grab your phone. Sure enough you had several missed calls and texts from him, a few missed text from Donovan but your priority was calling Adam.

“Where the hell have you been?” He rushes out. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been waiting to hear back from you?”

“I’m sorry Adam but the mission-“ you stop as you feel the lump in your throat forming again. “It didn’t go as planned.”

“You’re not hurt right?” Closing your eyes, you can picture the slight frown he gets when he worries.

“Nothing that won’t heal in another few hours but Nat. She was hurt and it was bad.” Tears gather in your eyes before you’re able to whisper. “She could have died and it would have been my fault.”

“I’m sure you did everything you could. Do you want to come over? I can close the bookshop and we can hang out at my place.”

“No, I’d rather stay close to Nat when she wakes up. I really do need to see you though, do you want to come here instead?”

“Fuck yeah I do what kind of question is that?” His excitement is palpable even through the phone and it makes you smile.

“Ok ok, I’ll send you the address just text me when you’re here.” You tell him before hanging up.

Adam showed up an hour later. You went downstairs to meet him only to find him with his hands full.

“Here this is for you.” He hands you a tote and a paper bag. “I know you haven’t eaten anything and I brought you your painting supplies. I thought you could use something to take your mind off of everything.”

Giving him a watery smile you allow him to hug you. It’s comforting and safe just how you remembered. F.R.I.D.A.Y lets you know Nat is awake and asking for you so you grab Adam’s hand and head straight to her. Asking him to give you a minute you slip into Nat’s room and then the door opens allowing him to enter.

“Hi.” He says as he studies her face and gives her a smile.

“Hi,” she replies. You can’t help but look between them and notice their matching dopey grins.

“How do you look so pretty even after being in a fight?”

“Explosion.” You correct him.

“Explo-“ he looks at you with wide eyes. “You were in an explosion? What the fuck why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Because you would react just like that.” There is a moment of silence in the room as Adam scowls in your direction.

“Technically speaking a building also fell on us. Y/N got us out though.” Nat adds. Adam stares at her, completely dumbfounded at her admission.

“Anyways, who are those for Adam?” You gesture at his hands.

“Oh yeah,” all of a sudden shyness takes over before he gives Nat the gift he brought her. “They’re roses made out of book pages. I used books that have characters that remind me of you.”

“You made them yourself?” Nat says as she grabs them and admires the roses. Certain words like strong, brave, beautiful, smart and selfless were highlighted within the carefully folded petals.

“Um, yeah I did.” He says as he sits on the edge of the bed and takes her free hand.

“This is really sweet Adam. Thank you.”

It’s like they’ve forgotten you’re even in the room, with the way they’re looking at each other. So you grab the food he brought you and start eating.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yeah there is. Has Y/N told you why she’s so upset? She’s been moping outside my room.”

“You almost died. I’ve been waiting to see you.”

“No, Nat is right you don’t mope. You’re not a moper so something is bothering you.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s complicated and we can talk about another time.”

“I literally have nowhere to go. Lucy is here today and I’m scared of her. Please tell me what is going on. Pleaseeeeeee.” Nat begs.

Sighing you put down the bag of food.

“I may or may not have made out with Steve last night. Things were uh-getting hot and heavy between us before he got called in for a mission.” You grimace at the last part.

“What the fuck? I’m going to murder him.” Nat says.

“I’ll fucking help you.” Adam adds. “He just left?”

“He didn’t really want to go, I told him to. It doesn’t matter Ok. I have Donovan and he has.” You stop before you say anything they might not want anyone to know.

“He has what Y/N?” Nat questions, the sudden realization that you know about Bucky and Steve almost makes it hard for her to school her features.

“Nothing. Nevermind.”

“Do you even want to be with Donovan?” Adam asks.

“Yeah. Of course, I have to at least give him a chance. So Why not?”

“Because you like Steve and Bucky.”

“Nat! I thought you were supposed to keep secrets, not tell them.”

“I've been your best friend since childhood. I should know these things.”

Rubbing your hands over your face you take a deep breath. “I think this is getting out of hand.”

“What’s getting out of hand Pinky?” Bucky asked as he stepped into the room. He had bruises on his face and he looked exhausted.

“What happened to you?”

“You’ll never believe it. Sam and I went on our-“ he stops mid sentence as he gets a better look into the room, his eyes landing on Adam.

“Who are you?” He narrows his eyes at Adam and Nat’s intertwined hands.

“This is Adam, he’s my best friend.”

“Bucky.” He then turns his attention to Nat. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Y/N saved my ass, get a few days of bed rest and I’ll be good as new.” She shrugs and winces.

“Good, I heard Fury’s going to want a debrief for all of our missions once Tony and Steve are back. I’m gonna go try and sleep some. I’ll see you later though” He looks at you and you nod.

“So that’s the guy you like, huh?”

“Can we just drop it? I’m gonna have to be in the debriefing. Is it ok if Adam stays here?”

“Yeah if he wants to.”

“I definitely want to.” They smile at each other.

“You two make me sick.” You tell them with a smile as you leave the room. Going back up to your room you decide to try and take a nap before the meeting.

F.R.I.D.A.Y wakes you so that you have time to get ready for the meeting. As you make your way to the conference room you’re trying to not overthink the fact that you’ll be in a room with both super soldiers.

“Y/LN,” Fury’s voice cuts through your thoughts.”I know it mustn’t have been easy for you but you managed to get Nat, Miller and that girl out. I must say I was impressed.”

“Thank you. I guess.” You round the table to take a seat as everyone that needed to be there started to shuffle in. Donovan had taken the seat next to you and he gave you a sympathetic smile. But what gets your attention is Steve and Bucky walking in and taking the seats directly across from you. Steve smiles at you but you avert your eyes. You turn your chair to face Fury who’s at the head of the table but you can feel their eyes on you.

The meeting goes by rather quickly, Sam and Bucky had a run in with some super soldiers, which was now another concern. Steve and Tony shut down a weapons smuggling ring and you had brought back Miller. At some point during the meeting Donovan had grabbed your hand, a move that didn’t go unnoticed by the two men sitting across from you and you could feel the anger rolling off of them which was strange. Why would they care if Donovan held your hand, they had each other. The meeting finally ended after hearing what information Donovan had been able to pull from what was found at the site of your mission, Fury having sent agents as soon as you made contact. Plans were made for everyone and it would start the next day with Steve and Tony being the ones to speak with Miller.

You made your way out of the room quickly with Donovan right behind you. He grabs your forearm to get your attention, he stands close enough for your chest to touch his which makes you have to crane your neck to be able to look at him.

“How are you doing?” he asks softly as he moves some of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m ok.”

“Are you really? You seemed a bit distant back there. You can talk to me if you want.”

“I know and thank you but I really am ok, Nat is up and my injuries are healing. I'll be fine.”

“Ok, if you need anything you know where to find me ok?” you nod and he places a kiss on your cheek before disappearing down the hall toward his work area.

You decide to go back to your room to shower and change before going to see how Nat and Adam are doing.

“So Donovan.” Bucky says as he leans against the wall of the elevator his arms crossed.

“I guess so.” Steve sighs standing with his back to Bucky.

“She doesn’t like him. She can’t like him.”

“I know she doesn’t” Steve says as the doors open to their floor and they get out.

“What do you mean? Did you talk to her?”

“Something like that. I think I might have fucked up.” Steve says as he looks at a confused Bucky. “Let me explain.”

Bucky follows Steve into his room and sits on the edge of the bed. Looking up at Steve as he paces, he can practically see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to find the words.

“Last Night I found Y/N in the kitchen, she was upset because of the mission and blaming herself.” Steve starts to explain. “We started talking and then I hugged her and one thing led to another and…”

“Did you sleep with her?” Bucky asks, surprised at what Steve was saying.

“No, we didn’t but if I hadn’t been called to go off to that mission with Tony I think we would have.” He scratches the back of his neck as he sits next to Bucky. “I know she has to be thinking it was a mistake but it wasn’t. Not on my part at least.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Bucky grabs Steve’s hand and intertwines his fingers with Steves and they sit in silence for a while.

Laying his head on Bucky’s shoulder, Steve nips and kisses Bucky’s jawline. “Do you think we could make this work, with Y/N I mean?”

“I hope we can Stevie.” he says as he leans into Steve’s touch and closes his eyes, relishing the feeling of being this close to him. If only he could have you in his arms as well then his life would be complete.

You were halfway down the hallway to Nat’s room when you heard Steve calling your name, you turn to see him walking quickly towards you.

“Hey, can we talk?” He asks as he stops in front of you.

“I was actually on my way to Nat’s, can we talk later?” You knew exactly what this was about and you didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“Please, it will take like five minutes I promise.” He opens one of the doors that leads into an empty hospital room and looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Fine, but five minutes.” He walks in behind you and closes the door. You keep your back to him.

“About what happened last night.”

“It was a mistake. Can we just pretend it didn’t happen?”

“What? No it wasn’t. Not for me. Is that what you think, that it was just a mistake?” He asked, obviously hurt by what you said.

“How can you say it wasn’t?” Finally turning around to look at him. He had his hands on his hips while he looked down at the floor.

His eyes meet yours. “Because it felt right. Are you going to stand there and tell me it was wrong? That you didn’t feel whatever it is that’s happening between us.” He steps closer to you, his hands cupping your cheeks as you instinctively put your hands on his chest. “Please tell me you feel it too.” He rests his forehead against yours.

“Steve.” You whisper, fighting the urge to kiss him when Bucky comes to mind. “We can’t. I can’t do this to Bucky.” You pull away from him.

“I’m sorry.” You say before leaving him alone, confused by what you said.

You took a moment to take a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions at bay. When you walked back down to Nat’s room you found Sam was there talking with both Nat and Adam. They were telling him about some missions and you could see the excitement in Adam’s face. It was probably his dream come true to be able to be around superheroes. His attention falls on you and he gives you his ‘I can’t believe this is happening’ look, which makes you smile but it doesn’t really reach your eyes. Adam notices and gets up from his seat walking towards you.

“Hey did you want to go get a drink?” He asks.

“Sure there’s a bar upstairs.” You say but he shakes his head.

“No I mean just the two of us, out at some shitty bar. What do you say?”

“Yeah I’d like that. I can bring my bike back too.”

“Awesome. Let me say bye to Nat.”

You wiggle your eyebrows at him, earning an eye roll before you see the blush creeping up his neck.

“I’ll call you later.” He whispers.

“Yeah, just make sure she’s ok.” Nat replies before Adam leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

You and Sam lock eyes as you try to hold back the smile that threatens to appear. Adam says his goodbye to Sam and tells him he can go by the bookshop whenever he wants and he follows you out of the door.

You and Adam spent some time at a bar not too far from his place. It felt like old times, before Jackson and the blip and the superpowers. Just two lifelong friends hanging out. Talking about what you wanted to do before everything happened, and how different your lives turned out. You also couldn’t help but tease Adam for his crush on Nat making him blush the more you talked about it.

Once you started to notice that Adam was tipsy you convinced him to let you take him home. So you got him in the car and moved around to get to the driver's side. For some unknown reason you decided to look around, the feeling that you were being watched made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You scan the area for anyone or anything suspiciou, your phone rings making you jump. Pulling the phone out of your purse you see Bucky’s name on the screen and you put it back, not wanting to talk to him at the moment. After looking around one more time you get in the car and pull out of the parking spot. Adam starts playing with the radio until a song he likes comes on, while you keep looking in the rear view mirror. Your phone rings again but you ignore it, knowing you need to pay attention to your surroundings. After taking a few wrong turns, away from your destination you confirm your suspicions, you’re being followed.

Suddenly there are two SUVs, one on either side of the car plus one behind you. You start picking up speed and switching lanes. But they mimic your movements until you see an opening and take it but you don’t slow down

“Adam, you have your seatbelt on right?”

“Of course, safety first.” He says, a little too happy as he tugs on the belt across his chest. He turns to you and grins, before he notices the look of worry on your face.

“Listen to me, we’re being followed. I’m going to do everything I can to get us out of this but if something happens at the first chance you run, you hear me? You don’t try to get to me, no trying to save me. You run and you get back to the compound no matter what.”

He just stares at you.

“Adam, I need to know you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Your phone rings again. “I need you to answer that.” You tell him while weaving in and out of traffic as best you can.

He grabs your purse looking for your phone and grabs it, swiping to answer.

“Hey, Pinky I just wanted to ch-“

“Bucky.” You cut him off as you start to really worry. The SUVs closing the distance.

“What’s wrong, where are you? We’ll come get you.”

“Bucky we’re being followed I don’t think we’re gonna make it back to the compound.” You hear Adam telling you which way to go, pointing at different openings in traffic. One of the SUVs rams right into your side. Instinctively your arm shoots out to hold Adam back in his seat even though he’s wearing his seatbelt.

“Give me your location. Y/N, what is your location?” You can hear him yelling into the phone as a second car hits the back of the one you’re driving.

Then everything went black.

Ch. 9

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