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I'll Take Him

This is an Evan Buckley request from anon, this is a rather sad/ angsty request which I was more than happy to write. I hope you will all like it, let me know what you think.

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Summary: While at home, Evan has to try and help (Y/n) when she suffers a miscarriage.

Enjoy.

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A quiet, discontented groan passed Evan's lips while his left hand flopped out on the nightstand to turn off the alarm.

It was so early. He felt like he had gone to bed five minutes ago. Why did his shift have to start this early in a morning? Why couldn't his shifts line up to start at lunchtime? Evan needed time to wake up and come alive and restart his brain in the morning, being up early didn't do him any favour.

With a grunt, he twisted to the right and shimmied onto his side, flopping his left arm out to try and reach for the familiar weight and source of heat next to him.

His brows furrowed when his hand flopped against a knee rather than an arm or a waist like he was expecting.

Evan groggily opened his eyes and looked up with a frown forming on his lips. (Y/n) was awake; more specifically, she was sitting up. Why was she up this early? She didn't have to go to work today and even if she did, she never had to be up this early like he did.

His fingers glided over the hard joint of her knee and he feathered his touch up and down her exposed thigh while he lifted his head from the pillow to look up at her. His eyes raked her up and down, taking in the way she was sat to see what she was up to.

Her back and shoulders were slouched into her pillow that was propped up against the headboard, she looked like she had partially melted with the odd way she was sat. Her feet were meshed down into the mattress and her arms were coiled around her middle, trapped between her chest and her knees. She had her chin tilted down into her chest and her eyes were tightly closed.

It was then that Evan realised her skin was burning to the touch and that she was subtly trembling.

"You okay, baby?" He pushed forward to press a soft kiss against her thigh which he squeezed before he shifted to sit up beside her.

He let go of her thigh to stretch his arms up above his head, straining to click his neck into place before he twisted to the side. His knees gently nudged hers and his hand came up to rest on the side of her neck, his thumb swiping across her jaw until she opened her eyes.

Evan didn't like the pain he could see swirling in those dark pupils or the tears that were starting to fall down her face.

"What's up?" He murmured softly, leaning over to peck her cheek when (Y/n) leaned her cheek into his palm. She nuzzled into his touch, unlocking one arm from her waist so she could deadlock her fingers around Evan's wrist as if to make sure he wasn't about to let her go.

"Don't feel good,"

(Y/n) let her feet slide down so her legs could flop against the bed again. For a while now, she hadn't been able to sleep. All she could do was fidget and squirm and groan. She felt sick. She felt like her stomach was twisting and cramping and the dull pain was slowly igniting as she woke up.

Normally, Evan would get up before her and get ready, he would kiss her goodbye and (Y/n) would stay in bed for another hour or two when Evan left early like this. Not today. Today (Y/n) felt like she was going to be spending the day moping about the apartment, trying to make herself feel better. She wasn't quite in the mood to sit still, she didn't know what to do with herself.

One leg crossed over Evan's bent leg and she leaned forward to tuck her face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling her cheek against his bare shoulder. She felt his fingers continue to feather up and down her cheek before he pressed the back of his hand against her temple.

"You're flushed." He commented quietly, kissing her temple while she pushed further into his chest and hummed. "Want me to grab you a drink and some meds?"

"I'll come down." (Y/n) found the will to unlatch herself from Evan but she gingerly held her hands out which made him smile.

She knew he had to get up for work now and he would be heading down for a shower and to get ready. She may as well head downstairs with him, she wasn't going to be able to sleep anymore.

His lips formed into a tender curve and he held her hands, gently easing her up from the bed and letting her weight fall into him. His hands moved down to hold her hips and he attached his lips to the top of her head, waiting patiently for (Y/n) to move first so he knew she was alright.

Evan kept his hands on her hips and his lips meshed against the back of her head when she turned around in his arms and aimed for the stairs. He didn't like how she was still shaking or the way her arms coiled around her waist like she wasn't sure whether she needed to throw up or curl up in a ball.

(Y/n) could feel her head spinning as they walked down the stairs like they were conjoined. By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, (Y/n) gripped the bottom of the bannister and leaned against it, hanging her head forward as her eyes fell closed.

"Go sit down baby. I'll grab a shower and find you some painkillers, I've got some electrolyte drinks somewhere, that'll help too."

His hands dug into her waist and his chest curved down around her back that was hunched forward. He twisted (Y/n) to the left, turning her around the bannister and in the direction of the living room at the back of the loft. (Y/n) was in no state to go looking through the cupboards for painkillers or make herself a drink.

Evan needed a shower to wake himself up. Once he'd done that, he would find all the meds he had in the cupboards and some of the energy drinks he kept around for sickness emergencies or after a rough shift. And he would see if (Y/n) was in the mood for something to eat or not, Evan usually grabbed a snack for breakfast, just to keep him going because lunch and dinners were always hefty at the station, especially on busy shifts.

He followed his gut and kept hold of (Y/n) with his arms curved around her waist and his chest glued against her back. He felt like she was a doll he was parading round and practically carrying to the sofa. If she didn't look well by the time he'd gotten ready, he would either call in sick or see if he could finish his shift early and come home to look after her.

His brows furrowed and his lips pursed when he watched the way (Y/n) reached out for the sofa and heaved herself down, curling up like a creature trying to hide from a threat. Her knees tucked into her abdomen and her arms wrapped around her chest. She buried her face in the cushion and huffed, trembling subtly while Evan flicked the tv on for background noise.

"Won't be long," He mused against her temple before he kissed her cheek, then the tip of her nose and finally her lips when she tilted her head up, chasing after his lips.

(Y/n) felt like static was building up in her ears after Evan's touch was gone and the sound of him became faint and distant. She could barely hear the shower turning on when usually, with how close the bathroom was to the living room, she could always hear him. (Y/n) could usually hear the water running and Evan singing along to whatever tunes he had playing on his phone, typically any eighties song.

She wasn't sure whether he even had any music playing or not, the buzzing in her ears was getting louder and louder.

Her arms bound around her waist and moved lower until her palms were digging into her abdomen that felt like it was being cut apart.

What was going on? Why was she having pains this badly? She felt like she was having three different stomach infections all at once. Like five periods one after the other continuously. The pain was so intense (Y/n) was beginning to debate whether someone had come in and poisoned or stabbed her during the night.

Tears flushed down her face and soaked into the cushion and she shifted onto her right side, curling up as much as she could until the pains started to change into sharp cramps that had her mewling and twisting into odd shapes.

"E-Evan… please…" She wasn't quite sure what she was asking for and (Y/n) knew her voice was so quiet she doubted Evan could actually hear her.

She couldn't open her eyes. Her face stayed burrowed into the cushion and she continued to mewl his name through quiet sobs until the bathroom door clicked open and she tried to call out a bit louder.

"Baby? Baby what's the matter?" Evan carded his fingers through his damp hair, toussling the strands away from his eyes while he darted out of the bathroom. Her voice was so faint it sounded like she was calling out from the next apartment.

Evan darted past the stairs and into the living room, cringing at the way his work shirt clung to his back that he hadn't properly dried in his haste to hurry up his morning routine. And he could feel his trousers sticking around his knees and his bare feet sticking and thumping against the floor as he tried to be swift.

He knelt down on the floor in front of the sofa, cradling the side of (Y/n)'s face until she opened her eyes and looked at his panicked expression and furrowed brows.

Tears were drenched down her face and she was sniffling and gasping for each breath. Her hand shakily reached out to grip the collar of his shirt and Evan inched closer until his knees bumped the edge of the sofa and he was hovering over her like she seemed to want him to do.

A quiet but nevertheless painful "Oow," tumbled past (Y/n)'s quivering lips and her knees jabbed into her abdomen as if to prove her point and silently show Evan where the pain was.

"What kind of pain are you in, sweetheart? Throbbing, stabbing pains or constant aches?" Evan carded his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair, brushing it back from her face and tucking it behind her ear while he waited patiently for her to debate and find an answer.

"S-stabbing pain,"

Evan nodded, trying to smile to keep her calm like he did for patients when he was at work. Panicking would do nothing to help (Y/n) and this could be something minor, hundreds of possibilities were rushing through Evan's mind already. He had seen thousands of different reasons for pains like this when he went on callouts with the team.

"Okay, can I?" He motioned his hands towards her stomach. Asking questions was only going to get him so far, he needed to try and assess her to find out what was going on.

It could be something to do with her intestines because of where she was saying the pain was. He wasn't so sure it would be her bladder, that would be a bit further down and Evan had had bladder infections before, he knew the signs and symptoms. And he knew it was easier to tell if it was the bladder, the pain was direct and couldn't really be mistaken for anything else.

When she nodded, Evan pushed up on his knees and carefully nudged her until she was laid on her back rather than her side.

His fingers deftly curled beneath her pyjama shirt and rolled it up so he could look at her stomach. He pressed the base of his hands around her tummy and down near her hips to try and feel for any lump or abnormality without applying too much pressure to hurt her. He didn't like the reaction he got; flinches, whimpers and then a bursting cry when he pressed below her belly button.

The sound made him wince and he retracted his hands quickly. He wasn't trying to cause her any more pain, he was only trying to find out the source and see what he could do to help. But he had a feeling he might be calling an ambulance soon.

"I don't think it's a hernia… sweetheart, I just wanna take a quick look, okay?"

(Y/n) wasn't sure what he was talking about until he moved his hands down towards her shorts and waited for her to nod.

When she did, Evan tugged her shorts and underwear down and shuffled across to be level with her thighs rather than with her shoulders.

His hands were gentle when they clamped around her thighs and parted her knees to the side but (Y/n) couldn't keep her eyes on him for long. The pain was too overwhelming. Her eyes snapped closed and it took all her strength not to clamp her legs together and pull her knees up to her chest.

"Baby…" Evan dug his fingers down into (Y/n)'s thighs until he was leaving indents and bruises in his wake. He smoothed his hands up and down her exposed thighs while he took a deep breath and leaned forward. "When was your last period?"

Her brows furrowed and her breath caught in her throat. Why was he asking her that? What did that have to do with her aches and pains? What did Evan think was happening?

"I- I don't…" Her head shook in answer to his question.

She didn't know. (Y/n) hadn't exactly kept track of her period recently, but now she was trying to think through a fuzzy, fogged over brain, she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember the last time she had a period that lasted more than two days. She couldn't remember being in pain with cramps or bleeding heavily like she usually did in the first few days.

She froze, her body going stiff when Evan pressed the heel of his hand back into her lower abdomen a few times until she was squirming and whimpering beneath him.

"Oh sweetheart, I think I'm gonna have to call an ambulance. I think you're having a miscarriage."

The way Evan dragged his hand across his face and down his jaw made a shudder course through (Y/n)'s body. She tried to push up on her elbows to look at him but her arms started to shake and she had to flop back down against the sofa. Her head pressed back into the cushion and a round of trembling set in her system as her stomach gave an awful twinge.

How could she be having a miscarriage? How could she be pregnant? How far along was she?

(Y/n) couldn't be pregnant. She didn't look pregnant, she didn't have a raised stomach or a bump or any abdominal movement to suggest she was having a baby. She'd had no back pain or morning sickness, no swollen ankles or cravings or obvious changes. Did that mean she wasn't far along? Would she be in this much pain if she was only one or two months gone?

When (Y/n) started to cry, Evan leaned over to kiss her knee and tried to rub his hands along her thighs. He didn't mean to upset or frighten her, but that seemed the most likely situation right now and if this was happening, Evan had to make a phone call.

"I'm gonna go grab my phone and a few things-"

"No- oow, Evan, d-don't leave me." (Y/n) mewled desperately and latched her fingers around his wrist, pulling him back as she leaned forward to crumple in on herself. Something was happening. He couldn't leave her, not for a minute, not even for a second. He had to stay with her.

"Shh hey, hey I'm not leaving you, okay? One second, sweetheart just one second that's all." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her temple before he carefully unravelled her fingers from his wrist.

He darted from the living room and swiped his phone and two towels from the bathroom before he made a beeline for the kitchen, his thumb already tapping out 911 into the keypad.

"911, What's your emergency?"

"This is firefighter Buckley, I need an ambulance to my location, apartment 4B. My girlfriend, s-she's having a miscarriage."

It didn't take long for Evan to reel off (Y/n) name and date of birth and the few details the dispatcher needed to know. He couldn't think of the last time he'd had to call 911. The only times he actually called them was when he'd witnessed a few fights and bar brawls when he was younger. He'd never called for an ambulance and the most Evan spoke to dispatch was over the radio frequency at work.

He didn't want to stay on the line, he didn't need the lady on the other end to pull up the reference sheet. Evan knew what to expect and he knew what to do. She couldn't help him. He needed paramedics here, he needed physical help, not useless words over a broken line.

He shoved his phone back in his pocket once the ambulance was said to be on the way and he unlocked the front door before he jogged back into the living room. (Y/n)'s cries acting as a guide to draw him back to her, not that he needed to be drawn back. His head and his heart were reaching out for her so painfully Evan thought he might be in need of medical assistance soon too.

"Alright baby, shh, I've got you."

Evan sank down on the sofa in front of (Y/n)'s legs and he curled his fingers around the back of her calves, leaning forward to pepper a few chaste kisses to her knee to try and calm her down. She had managed to sit up against the arm of the sofa, her chin tucked down into her chest, tears drenching her face and her hands clutching her thighs so tightly she was scratching blood beneath her nails.

"Just push through the pain, baby. It'll all be over soon, I've got you."

His hands continued to rub up and down (Y/n)'s knees while he tucked his chest down near her thighs. He had delivered a few babies on the job alongside Bobby over the years, but never one where a woman didn't know she was pregnant. And this wasn't just anyone. This was Evan's girl. He was going to be a dad.

He was going to have a baby, but Evan's head was overriding the feelings in his heart. He might be a dad, but he wasn't going to end up with a kicking baby after all of this.

Every part of Evan's ADHD brain was going on red alert, one part was composed and going through the protocol for what he was supposed to do. Another was counting how long it was taking for the paramedics to arrive. A third section of his overloaded brain was trying to keep a check over (Y/n), make sure she wasn't bleeding or going into a panic or about to pass out on him.

Then there was another part. The logical side of his brain getting to work. (Y/n) didn't have a bump. She didn't think she might have been pregnant, this wasn't technically labour in specific terms, this was a miscarriage. Evan didn't have high hopes for resuscitating or keeping his baby alive. And the logical side was trying to think how far along (Y/n) could be.

The New Year's party came to mind despite how Evan kept shaking his head to try and distract himself from the math. That was five months ago. That was when they had snuck into the bunker room at the station. The party- and maybe one or two drunken times around then- was when Evan wasn't sure they'd used protection.

Five months was the marker he was giving them here, that would put (Y/n) somewhere around twenty weeks or so. Twenty-four weeks was the main limit for preemie babies, anything before that was a miscarriage and didn't give them good odds.

(Y/n)'s sharp cries brought Evan out of his consuming thoughts and he gave her thigh a squeeze while (Y/n) reached out and clamped her hand down on his shoulder.

"Okay, okay here we go. Almost over." Evan realised his voice was oddly meek and broken as he reached out for a towel to drape over his hands.

Ready for his baby. His baby. God, he was going to be a dad. He would still be classed as a dad after this, wouldn't he?

He shuffled forward when (Y/n) pushed back, scraping her heels against the sofa as she let go of Evan's shoulder and moved to steady herself by holding the back of the sofa instead. Her other hand scrunched up the sofa cushion beneath her and she cried, choking on sobs and a deafening scream that Evan could barely hear.

"All done, all done," He murmured against her thigh, kissing her flushed skin while his hands began to shake.

He had to blink a few times to clear the tears and adjust his blurred vision to look down at the bundle in the towel he was cradling.

Both hands started to shake so badly Evan had to reel his arms into his chest to steady himself. He pushed up on his knees and hunched his chest over, swiping his cheek against his shoulder to brush away the tears. He couldn't stop his body from trembling or his thumb from brushing across the newborn's head through the towel.

He became lost in thought, staring down at his hands for a few seconds, maybe minutes, he wasn't sure. Until (Y/n)'s knees dropped down and her foot nudged his thigh to gain his attention.

"Evan…?"

The tiny, almost unperceptive shake of his head was enough to make a sob burn at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she let go of the sofa to smother her hand across her face.

What had she done?

For a dreaded, hopeful second, she thought Evan might be able to do something. She wondered if she might be far enough along for Evan to help, to do some form of CPR. To do anything to give their baby a chance. But there was nothing he could do. There was no movement, no pulse, no breathing or heartbeat and Evan didn't know how long that had been the case. They were too small. There was nothing he could do.

"Boy. A boy," Evan's voice sounded defeated and (Y/n) had never heard such heartache in his tone. She could hear his words breaking apart along with his voice that was scratchy and deep and the way his shoulders started to shake made her cry harder.

She watched, hand to her burning temple, as Evan slumped from his knees to sit down on the sofa instead of kneeling up. He sank back, letting his energy deplete and allowing his frame to melt and sink into the sofa like he was made of wax that was slowly melting and losing shape.

But his arms stayed locked in position while the rest of him loosened and went slack. Even his jaw hung down, allowing deep, croaky breaths to pass his lips, but his hands and arms stayed frozen.

"Do, do you… um?" He couldn't seem to fathom how to speak or form any words, but Evan managed to indicate his arms towards (Y/n) to show what he meant.

(Y/n) sank her teeth down into her lip harsh enough to draw blood. She wasn't sure. She didn't know if she wanted to look or have a hold. She didn't know what that would stir up inside of her or how it would make her feel. But not looking almost felt criminal. Not taking a glance or feeling that tiny weight felt like committing a crime against herself.

Her arms shakily held out before she could think better of it. She felt Evan slump his chest against her knees and he carefully slid the towel into her arms instead. Letting go felt wrong. Evan felt empty, like he was passing the baton when he should continue the race. It felt like he had given part of himself away.

He wanted to keep him. He wanted to hold onto him until he physically wasn't allowed to anymore.

When (Y/n) started to cry, Evan found the will and the energy to get up. He shuffled over until his hands found her shoulders and he gently tilted her forward so he could wedge himself into the space behind her. He let her slump back into his chest and both arms bound around her waist while his lips merged with the back of her head.

He stayed curled around her while he heard the unmistakeable sound of a squeaky gurney and heavy footsteps trudging towards the front door. A feeble knock. The announcement of paramedics. Heavy boots entering the apartment and following the sound of the cries.

"What's your name, honey?"

(Y/n) whispered her name to the elder woman who knelt on the floor beside her while a man roughly around Evan's age crouched beside him.

"I'm just gonna take a look at you and give you something to prevent any bleeding, okay?"

She didn't care. She just slumped her head into the crook of Evan's neck, taking shallow breaths against his skin that was burning just as much as hers. Her nose rubbed against his neck and her lips kissed and muttered near his Adam's apple while he dug his fingers into her arm so she knew he was aware and responsive to her touch.

"May I?" The younger medic motioned towards the bundle in (Y/n)'s arms, a solemn look in his eyes and sorrow and empathy written across his face.

(Y/n) didn't want to, but she let him remove the towel from her shaky grip. He didn't move away, he stayed crouching in front of them as if he knew both (Y/n) and Evan would kick up a fuss if he tried to leave their sights with their bundle. Their baby.

Evan heard him murmur "About nineteen to twenty weeks," to the woman who was giving (Y/n) a once over to make sure she was fit for transport. His mental math had been correct. There was nothing Evan could of done, he had a strange feeling the baby hadn't been breathing for a little while, but it didn't matter.

They didn't know about him, and now he was gone.

"Let's get you taken down to the hospital, hm?"

(Y/n) could barely sit forward so she was no longer slumped back against Evan. All the energy drained from her immediately, but something sparked when the medic tried to move. She wasn't sure where he was going or what he was about to do, but before (Y/n) could voice any sort of doubt or panic, Evan had ready reached out and grabbed the man's wrist.

"I'll take him." He had no idea what the medic was going to do or where he would put the baby, but Evan didn't want him to just put him down and forget about him. He would rather hold his boy and keep him safe until they got to the hospital and the doctor would eventually have to take him away.

The medic made no arguments. He tightened the towel around the bundle like he was protecting him from the cold and carefully eased him over to Evan before both medics moved to get (Y/n) on the gurney.

Evan could barely feel his legs when he pushed up to his feet. His knees started to quake and rattle back and forth like twigs that were about to snap. His arms bound the towel tightly to his chest and he took a few shallow breaths, trying to mellow out his system.

His heart gave out an extra beat when he felt (Y/n)'s hand shakily curl around his elbow once she was on the gurney. She wanted him to stay close, almost as if she thought Evan was about to walk off without her or stay behind. He wasn't going to leave her, not for a second.

Evan let his body slump against the gurney, digging his hip into the metal frame to stop his knees from giving out. He could barely find the energy to walk. Evan had never had to think about forcing one leg in front of the other before, not even when he had done a ten mile run and was on that last stretch back home.

A round of trembling set in Evan's system when they got to the ambulance and the medic silently reached out for the towel in his arms. He didn't want to let go, but Evan knew if he didn't let go now, he would end up having a fight when they got to the hospital. The longer he held on, the more resentment was going to build up inside of him and take over.

His arms felt oddly empty when he let go and he took a moment to lean against the back door, taking large gulps of fresh air that hit him like one of the engines at work.

He heaved himself into the ambulance and flopped down onto a seat, slumping his elbows down on his thighs while his head dropped forward and his shoulders arched over.

He almost gasped when the gurney was pushed in and he suddenly felt (Y/n)'s hand on the nape of his neck. (Y/n)'s fingers carded across the back of his neck and tangled in the short hairs at the back of his head. He felt her other hand drag along his arm and he shuffled closer, slumping his arms on the gurney beside her with his forehead pressing into her waist.

(Y/n closed her eyes and tilted to the left, bringing her knees up while she nuzzled her face into the top of Evan's hair. She could smell her lavender soap on him that he always swore he didn't use, but they both secretly knew he did. And she could smell his cologne that always made (Y/n) think of leather.

Her left arm continued to stroke through Evan's hair while she let the medic gently take her right hand to set an IV line into the back of her hand. The feeling of Evan's hand gliding over her waist made (Y/n) shiver but she didn't pull away. She waited while his arm looped over her waist, trying to be as gentle as possible until he could glide his hand up and down the side of her chest.

It seemed to take a lifetime to arrive at the hospital, (Y/n) felt like they had been travelling for hours rather than just a few minutes.

Part of (Y/n) wondered if Evan needed to be taken in on a separate gurney, he didn't look like he could walk. When she watched him stand up, her hand moved out to his hip, trying to get hold of him in case he wobbled he fell.

Once he seemed to get his balance, Evan trudged out the ambulance and (Y/n) closed her eyes, warding off the headache building behind her temple. She curled both arms around her throbbing waist, trying to be careful with the IV in her hand that she was already desperate to rip out. She was starting to feel sick again.

Evan followed the medic's lead but he slowed down when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He had felt it chiming in his pocket every now and then with messages and he wasn't sure if it had rung or not on the way here. Every sense Evan had was frazzled and zoning in and out. When he was focusing on watching (Y/n), he could barely hear anything. When he tried to listen, he couldn't take note of the way he felt or the ache in his heart or the throbbing in his temple. Every sense and nerve was breaking apart.

He fished his phone out and tried to look down at the screen which was blurring before his eyes.

He didn't realise he had stopped walking until (Y/n) was quietly calling his name, stretching her hand out for him. She didn't want him to disappear. She didn't want to be taken somewhere without Evan by her side.

"I'm here, sweetheart." He reached out for her hand and continued to walk alongside the gurney.

Eddie was calling.

He had called three times by the look of the missed calls on Evan's phone and the few messages he had received. Bobby had messaged him too. He was supposed to be at work; with everything that had gone on this morning, Evan's mind came up blank about going to work.

It slipped his mind, he didn't even realise he was still in his work clothes until he looked down at his itchy, ironed trousers and the matching blue cotton shirt with the fire station logo on the left breast.

"Yeah?" Evan's voice came out exasperated and gritty as he pinned his phone against his ear and shuffled his jelly legs through the emergency room doorway.

He was thankful that they didn't have to go and wait in reception, they went straight through the paramedic's entrance and were guided towards a vacant cubicle on the left. He could hear the hum-drum of the station in the background of the call and he felt bad for not telling Bobby sooner that he would be a person down for the A shift today.

"Buck… is everything okay? You uh, you should have been on shift this morning, you held up?"

"I- fuck, I'm not gonna be in today, can you tell Bobby for me?" He suddenly realised how sore and swollen his eyes felt when he brushed his hand against them.

He pushed himself up against the wall, wedged between a medicine trolley and the bed in the middle of the room. As soon as (Y/n) was transferred onto the bed, Evan eased down on the side of the bed, hearing it squeak beneath his weight causing him to grimace. He lifted his arm so (Y/n) could worm beneath it and curl up against his chest.

"What's wrong, Buck has something happened? Do you need help?" Eddie couldn't help the twenty questions.

He knew Evan, he knew each different mood and tone and he knew when Evan was having a bad day or a hyper day. He knew when something was wrong and right now, he could hear the scratchy tone in Evan's low voice. He had been crying. It took a lot for anyone on the team to see Evan cry and that told Eddie something bad was going on.

"I'm at the hospital with (Y/n)."

"Who?"

Evan hadn't introduced them yet. He hadn't found the right time to tell the team about (Y/n). In all his other relationships, introducing his partner always led to trouble. Evan loved (Y/n), he wanted to keep what they had to himself and keep it preserved and special. He wanted to find the right time to tell the team he had someone special in his life.

Maddie was the only one who knew Evan had a certain someone in his life because she knew (Y/n) had moved in with him. Therefore, Chimney suspected Evan had a partner, but he hadn't been introduced to her yet.

This wasn't the way Evan wanted things to go. This wasn't how he wanted to tell them.

"My partner. Eddie, she," Evan tilted his head down and pulled the phone away so he could swipe his hand across his face, ridding the tears he couldn't seem to stop shedding. "She's had a miscarriage."

He couldn't bring himself to wait for Eddie's response. He didn't want the sympathy, the panic and the sorrow that would undoubtedly come through the line. Evan didn't want any of that because this shouldn't be happening. He shouldn't be having this conversation. This shouldn't be happening to (Y/n); to them.

They didn't deserve this.

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"Buck?"

Evan couldn't move. He couldn't find the will or the energy to lift his head or use his voice that had gone raw from crying. He didn't know how to break out of the trance he seemed to have put himself under for the last few minutes, maybe hours, he couldn't tell anymore.

He stayed slumped forward in the chair, his elbows on his knees, his nails scratching into the back of his neck. His head almost pressing between his thighs while his shoulders hunched forward.

He didn't need to ask to know how they knew where he would be. Evan knew Chimney would of rung Maddie who would have caved and told them (Y/n)'s name and what room she was in. Evan had already called her this morning. He had cried down the phone and begged her to come down to the ward once she finished her shift at dispatch.

It didn't take much to figure out that she had told the team where to find Evan, she was worried about him and (Y/n) being on their own right now.

His eyes remained closed while he felt someone take a seat next to him and when a strong, familiar arm looped around his shoulders, Evan shuddered. He leaned to the left and slumped his head against Bobby's chest. For once, he felt like a child again.

He felt like a teenager seeking comfort from his parents, and instead of Maddie always having to patch him up and hold his broken pieces together, it was Bobby. It was someone he classed as a parental figure.

His shoulders quaked with a silent sob that rumbled past his lips and his hands finally left his neck that was scratched to pieces so he could tangle his fingers together on his lap.

When he finally found the will to open his watering eyes, Evan was surprised. The only other person in the corridor was Eddie. He watched Eddie push forward and slump down next to him, wedging Evan safely between them. Part of him thought the whole team would have come down here to find out what was happening. He thought Hen would try to probe at why he didn't introduce them earlier. He thought they would try and meet (Y/n) or come see him and sit with him or bargain to get him to go home and rest or shower or something.

Maybe they had to stay on shift, not everyone could take a time out to come and see him.

"What's going on?" Bobby's voice was soft and there was an undertone of understanding that made Evan shake.

"We had a baby." Somehow, his voice didn't sound the same. It didn't sound like Buck who worked with the team, or Evan when he was home with (Y/n). It sounded broken, unwanted, unheard. It sounded like Evan, the little boy breaking his bones to get his parents to want him.

Bobby looped his right arm tighter around Evan's shoulders while his other hand brushed over his jaw. He looked up from the boy curled into his chest to lock eyes with Eddie. He watched Eddie start to run his hand up and down Evan's back, trying to show him they were here, they were listening, and they would comfort him if that was what he wanted. What he needed.

"You… you didn't mention this before now,"

"We didn't know."

A tremor rattled down Eddie's spine and sent a shockwave through his heart. He tried not to tighten his hand in Evan's shirt, but that voice just broke him completely.

"I'm sorry, buck. Things like this are complicated, and there's not always a reason-"

"I held him." Evan closed his eyes again and let himself fall further into Bobby's chest. He let Bobby slouch back and sank further into him, seeking comfort like Bobby was a shell Evan wanted to climb into for protection and love and hope.

"What?" Shuffling forward, Eddie leaned a little closer to try and understand what Evan was talking about.

He hadn't made a lot of sense on the phone. One moment Eddie learned Evan had a girlfriend, the next he found out Evan was at the hospital and his new mysterious partner had suffered a miscarriage. When Evan wouldn't pick up or respond to any more calls, Eddie had gone straight to Bobby. They all agreed it was best that only the pair of them saw Evan for now.

The last thing they wanted was to bombard Evan and (Y/n) and overwhelm them or upset them at this moment. They had been prepared and willing to turn around and go back to the station if Evan told them to leave. If the couple wanted to be alone, they would go. But they had to come here and see if Evan was alright first, and clearly, he wasn't.

"I d-delivered him, but he… I don't know where t-they took him. He's gone."

Both Bobby's arms wrapped tightly around Evan when it felt like he was either going to start convulsing or was about to slide off his chair. He sighed, fighting off tears that were threatening to fall when he felt Evan's tears soaking into his shirt and his hands clutching Bobby's forearm.

He could feel the sharp, gulping breaths Evan took which ended up in broken sobs. He could feel the shaking rattling through him and Eddie, both men trembling along with Evan like they were all being electrocuted. And he could see the tears in Eddie's eyes as he clung to Evan that little bit tighter like he felt he too was falling apart.

Evan had no idea where his boy was now. He didn't know where the nurse had taken him when they arrived in the emergency room. And now (Y/n) was on a ward, Evan just knew that was it. He was gone. They weren't going to get him back.

But Evan couldn't get that feeling out of his arms. He couldn't shake that feeling of something so delicate being in his arms. He couldn't forget that little weight in his arms and on his chest. He couldn't scrub the blood and fluids from his hands or rid it from beneath his nails along with the blood he had scratched under there.

He couldn't forget that little motionless body or ignore (Y/n)'s scream that still rattled around in his head.

What was he supposed to do now?

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 imagine #imagine #pregnant! reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #bobby nash #eddie diaz

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Part 2 ; A continuation from my blurb which can be read here.

Quick Notes - HOLY CRAP. I honestly didn't expect that to blow up, or to get asks to write a Part 2. Thank you all so much for your support, it means A LOT. My little writers heart is so so happy! I hope you enjoy! :)

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"Loud and clear." He whispers, staring at the top of the stairs.

"I'm...I'm going to go check on her." Everyone in the room nodded their heads as Eddie walked up the stairs. Once he reached the outside of your door he knocked three times.

You humph from your pillow, "I told you I'm not-"

"It's me." He says. Panic. Instant panic runs through your body. You immediately throw all the blankets over you and turn the other way.

"You can come in, I'm just laying down." You didn't want to be rude ; nor did you want to take out your anger on him. He did nothing wrong.

Actually, he did. Eddie Munson made you fall in love with him.

With the turn of the knob you quickly wipe your face with the bedsheet, hoping he wouldn't even share a glance with you. Each creek of the wooden floor made your stomach turn.

"I came back in to help but they told me you weren't feeling well so I wanted to check on you."

"That's sweet Eddie but I'm okay. Maybe it's just a bad stomach ache. I'm going to shower and then head to bed." You can feel yourself sinking, wishing he would just leave.

He rocks back and forth on his heels, "you sure? Want me to make you a s'more?"

"No thanks. But thank you."

"...okay. Well, I hope you feel better." He sighs closing the door, not being able to find the words to comfort you. The moment it shuts you begin crying again.

This sucks, this really fucking sucks. Out of all the times you have been there for Eddie yet this time the roles are reversed and he can't be there for you. You knew wallowing in your sorrows wouldn't help, or be beneficial to your mental health. So you took your shower, did your daily night routine and headed straight to bed. No goodnights, no see you in the mornings, no sweet dreams.

Tomorrow would start a new day, a day where you would have to find the courage to finally get over your feelings for your best friend.

As Eddie entered the kitchen he looked defeated, guilty even. Argyle and Jonathan joined the rest of the group inside, now all caught up on the situation.

"Is she okay?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah..she uh, is going to wash up and then go to bed."

"Dude, you gotta tell her."

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When the alarm clock goes off at 9am you practically slam your fist down on it and groan in your pillow. "Ed?" No response. You pick your head up and see his bed empty. Odd, because the last few days you've always woken up together. After brushing your teeth and making yourself look decent for the morning you head on downstairs.

It's quiet, too quiet. You're confused, so very confused. You walk through the living room, you check your friends bedrooms. Nothing. No one was to be found. The fuck?

Walking into the kitchen, Eddie is sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee. "Morning." He says.

"Um...hi?"

"Why the face?" You turn around and look back at him.

"It's just...where is everyone?"

"Oh, they left."

"They-What?" You stutter.

Your baffled. Bewildered. Unbalanced. Because in this moment, you realized, once again ; you are left alone with Eddie.

Quick Notes - ...so, uh...part 3 anyone???

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Blurb #Eddie Munson fanfic #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson x Reader #Kierstyn Writes

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justliketoreadsowhat · 2 days

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Delusion Of Jealousy ꨄ

✰ this was a request from my Wattpad I abandoned, but I thought it’d be fitting since I’m still stuck on the leg sleeve physique ✰

oh!! and another thing, where the FICS AT?? I’m seeing a whole bunch of yapping and not enough strapping, no put intended ya’ll be killing me with the sm!ut. Where did all my good reads go?? I know the girls know how to WRITE. Either imma be fed with good literature or imma start feeding myself, that’s it that’s all.

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"𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓!" 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞t 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝟏𝐯𝟏 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩.

You were never the athletic type of person but when it comes to Paige begging you to participate in her antics, you can't ever deny her. If it made her happy, you'd be down to do whatever.

"Alright that's enough of taunting me, you're a professional! It's just the inevitable" you sighed watching her dribble the ball with ease toward your feet.

"Aw don't sound so defeated mama, you just gotta get your skill game right" she stated in a confident tone. Her face twisted up into a sly smirk. Those "skills" she yapped about were far too out of your reach, but not because you didn't learn them, Paige just had a horrible way of teaching you them, at least in your defense she did.

"Well maybeee if you had enough patience to properly teaching me these amazing skills, I could probably beat you-"

Your statement laced with attitude was halted as you felt the strong impact of a basketball hitting your back. Spinning around on your feet nearly losing your balance from the unexpected force, who was no other than KK.

"DID I SCARE YOU POOKIE?!" She laughed pulling you into a tight hug. You solo forget about the stinging sensation you felt on your back. You absolutely adored KK but in all honesty, who doesn't??? Her energy always remains unmatched and unhinged.

"Not really but you definitely got stronger during this offseason cause that hit was low-key a little strong" You pulled back from the hug tugging at her arms in amusement.

"Girl boo now you're just yapping" She put your hand in your face dramatically and turned to Paige who was unimpressed by the conversation. "Fix your face Bueckers you know you're happy to be in my presence" she beamed twirling her twists in her face. "Why y'all are in here anyways ? Looking all sour-faced?"

You giggle at KK's words "Nothing much, just another day of me getting beat in a matchup by yours truly" you shrug nudging Paige in her side.

"Don't let her fool you, girl, she just likes to win at everything- she's not THAT good" The strong empahsis in her tone made a light bulb go off in your head.

"Now why are going to sit here and lie??" Paige questioned laughing at the statement. The two of them hardly ever took each other seriously, especially when it came to competition. "Baby the proof is in the pudding! Let me teach your girl how to win the right way" KK dramatically pushed Paige to the sidelines, flcking her forehead before running off towards you in pursuit, praying she wouldn't run after her.

"Woww I'm gonna get trained by the infamous KK Arnold, I'm so exciteddd" she giggled patting her shoulder playfully. Paige glared at the two of you with an unamused expression plastered on her face.

Kk cackled at the sight "Okay so boom we're just gonna ignore the big bear being mad over there, let me show you how a real one does it" dribbling the ball in between her legs swiftly, taking a smooth step back from the 3 point line, shooting the ball with her right hand, it drains into the net with ease. "BOOM! short, sweet, and simple" she beamed looking back at you.

You grabbed the ball attempting to mimic her dribbling skills but failed miserably. "Yeah, we're gonna need a little more practice I fear.." you said trailing off into uncertainty.

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For the next 30 minutes, you and KK practiced dribbling and shooting the ball like your lives depended on it. You had become too engrossed with learning these skills, you failed to realize Paige had left the gym for god knows how long.

"I think I'm top 5 in the rankings now KK" you breathed out, "I gotta go find Paige".

"OH I know you are, don't forget to mention me when you win that Emmy award" she winked at me holding back her laughter. "Have fun tryna find P boogers"

How unserious can one human possibly be? because you were 100% certain she fit all the criteria for it. Shaking your head at your antics you gathered your purse and keys, dropping the basketball back on the rack, and headed out into the seemingly cold hallways of the facility. You thought you'd find her in the training room chilling but to your surprise, she was nowhere to be found.

Sighing to yourself, you pulled out your phone

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞💜".......

"Oh! Are you done practicing with your partner for the final 4? Done so soon?" her voice swarmed with annoyance.

"What happened to hello?, why are you being so rude about it we were all just having fun" Confusion roamed throughout your mind, she never acted like this towards you.

The line went silent.

"Paige? hello?'

"We must have two different definitions of the term rude considering the fact that you didn't even care to notice that I left" her voice echoed from behind you. Swiftly turning around you saw her leaning in the doorway. Her cheeks flushed as if someone sliced the color out of them. She was livid.

"Paige it was all fun and gamessss" you whined hopelessly, "I was just preparing to get my payback for you beating me- "You stopped yourself mid-sentence as the awareness of her irritation wasn't irritation at all. "Aw P are you jealous??" you questioned as your face turned up into a smirk.

She kissed her teeth in annoyance "I'm not jealous y/n... be so fr right now" she scoffed.

"Yesss you are! There's no way you'd be upset over me trying to learn the sport that you love" you poked at her face laughing "You just want me to give you allll the attention hm?" cocking your head looking up at her, you knew you were right, but she'd never admit to it.

"Now you're just chatting" shaking her head in disbelief, playfully mushing your face.

"Your pride is too big for you to admit that your jealousy got the best of you babe, happens to the best of us I suppose" Resting your head on her chest you smiling to yourself, you had her hooked. "Since you're so jealous I guess I'll go get Canes by myself, wouldn't wanna focus my attention on bringing someone else with me"

"Nah never that! I'm ready to go right now" she shot back at you as she lifted you up into her arms easily, a little too easy for your liking. You never understood how someone so small was able to lift weight like it's thin air.

"Mhm, that's what I thought" you emersed, softly kissing her temple.

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#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #kk arnold #fanfic

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Worried About Traction/Why Write?

Anonymous asked: Okay answer me this, so I've read how trad publishing is going to shit, but self-publishing I doubt I could gain any traction with. Then why fucking write, ya know? People say, "write for yourself," which sounds like a lot of goody bullshit. I want people to love my writing, I need some type of validation. So, how the hell do I get anyone to care about my stories?

Just a quick note that this ask came in off Anon, and I wasn't sure if it was meant to, so I put I'm posting it Anon to be on the safe side.

So, I don't want to get too much into the "is traditional publishing dying" debacle, because it's a conversation that's complex and nuanced and outside of my energy reserves at the moment. What I will say is that the traditional publishers--the Big Five in particular--still dominate the market, especially where print books are concerned. And although self-publishing can respond more quickly to trends and shifting tastes, traditional publishing continues to evolve.

Having said that, even if traditional publishing was stronger than ever before, that wouldn't guarantee you a book deal. Even in the best of times, the odds of being traditionally published are between 1 and 2%. Even if you get a book deal, that doesn't guarantee your book will be a best-seller. Hundreds of thousands of books are traditionally published every year, and far fewer than 1% of those books will become best sellers. Being traditionally published doesn't even guarantee your book will be sold in brick and mortar bookstores. I can point you toward traditionally published books that have been out almost a year and still have fewer than 10 reviews on Amazon. I can point you toward many more with fewer than 30.

And, while we're on the subject, I can show you self-published books with thousands of reviews (positive ones, btw...)

The point is, it doesn't really matter how you publish. What you write, how you write, and how you market is far, far more important. But the reality is, most of us aren't writing the kinds of books that are going to be best-sellers, BookTok sensations, Oprah's Book Club selections, or get optioned for film rights before the ink on the book deal is even dry. So, when you say you need validation, what does that look like for you? Does it mean seeing your name at the top of the NYT best seller list for five weeks straight? Seeing your book on eye-level shelves at an international airport? Hundreds of fans showing up to your book signing? A-hundred thousand followers on Twitter eagerly awaiting news of your next release? Or, does it look like someone... anyone... enjoying your book enough to leave a 5-star review... someone calling you their favorite writer, several fans re-posting your cover reveal because they're so excited for your upcoming book, or someone writing to say your book got them through a difficult time in their lives? Because, while I would never tell you not to dare to dream of achieving the former list of expectations, I will absolutely tell you the latter list of expectations is well within your grasp. So, if that's validation enough for you, write for those people. If it isn't, and it's not enough to write for yourself, then I think all you can do is try. Write the best stories you can write. Get them out there. Promote the hell out of them and see what happens. Maybe you will be one of those lucky few who see their book at the top of the NYT best seller list for five weeks in a row. Or, maybe you won't, but you get a two-page e-mail from a fan who says your story changed their life. And maybe, after all, that's enough. Here are some posts that can help you start building a following ahead of publishing, whatever route you end up choosing. Building a buzz on social media ahead of publishing and consistent promotion afterward can make a big difference. Even if you publish traditionally. Guide: Getting Your Writing Noticed on Tumblr Guide: Author Platforms-What, Why, and How? Guide: How to Promote Yourself as a Writer/Author via Social Media 12 Sites for Sharing Original Fiction

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Professor Superman

A/N okay this one's a one-shot I've been working on. I'm kinda nervous because I've never written for Clark. Let me know what you think!!

Summary: Reader is a student of Clarks who gets an internship at the Daily Planet. Clark is proud but his feelings take a turn when he realizes Lois is taking her to Gotham for research. He wants to protect her at all costs.

Warnings: Cursing, attempted kidnapping, smut, oral (female receiving) praise kink, Sex P n V, Unprotected sex, Creampie.

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I stared blankly for a moment, at the door in front of me. My heart was racing as I tried to will my hand to move. I only had to ask a simple question. Yet, I can not bring myself to know on the door. If I didn’t do this. I would likely fail the assignment and the internship. But the man was so smart and intense. I was too intimidated by him. What if I could not speak and only caused myself to look like a fool? I’d surely lose the internship then.

I took a deep breath looking down at the paper in my hand. I had to do this. This is important. I looked back at the closed office door in front of me. Tentatively, I reached up and tapped my knuckles lightly against the wood.

“Come in,” A gentle male voice answered my knock. With a shaky breath, I forced a smile on my face and grabbed the handle opening the door. His eyes shifted from his computer as I took a step into his office. A warm smile spread across his face once he recognized me.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Kent, I’ve finished my paper and I just wanted to ask if you could look over my revisions?” My voice came out quieter than I’d planned. I often had that problem when speaking to him.

“It’s no bother at all, I’ve been expecting you to drop by. Take a seat, I’d be happy to look it over.” He offered, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Professor Kent teaches a Journalism class at the university. He also works full-time for the Daily Planet paper. He’s incredibly intelligent. Each year he considers a few of his students for an internship with the newspaper. But only one of us could earn that position. I really want it. And currently, I’m one of his top candidates.

I took a seat across from him trying to calm my nerves as I extended the paper out to him. He met my eyes. “You know, Journalism is more than just writing, and telling a captivating story. It’s about doing things that scare you, doing things that make you uncomfortable to chase down what you want to find.” He looked down at my shaky fingers as he slid the paper from my grip.

“I understand that you’re nervous. But you have no reason to be. You continue to surprise me with just how far you’ll go with each assignment you turn in. If I were to make the final decision…” He paused looking up to make sure the door was closed, so no one would hear. “The internship would be yours,” he smiled. I blushed.

“Thank you, Professor Kent. That means a lot.” I relaxed a bit as he leaned forward in his chair and started to read through my article. This article is my final piece. And it’s what will be submitted to the Daily Planet as my entry for the internship. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying desperately not to stare at his face as he read. His fingers tapped on the table as he looked up from the desk.

“Y/n, This is incredible.” He smiled. My cheeks flushed staring down at my hands in my lap.

“You don’t have to say that,” I stuttered.

“I don’t,” He agreed, “But it’s true. I’ve only been teaching on campus for about 5 years but I’ve never had a student as dedicated as you. I’m impressed. I think Ms. Lane will be too.” I nodded, giving him a shy smile. “Are you ready to turn this in?” He asked. I nodded letting out a deep breath.

“Yeah, yes. I think so.” I said. He let out a chuckle.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s great. I’ll take this in, first thing tomorrow.” He gave me a gentle smile.

“Thank you, So much. Professor Kent. I appreciate all you help!” I said as I stood to leave his office.

“Of course,” he paused. His eyes scanned me for a moment. But I was buzzing with too much nervous energy to notice the way they lingered. “And please call me Clark, I have a feeling we’ll be working together before long.” He winked. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Thank you…Clark.” I smiled. He gave me an approving nod before I turned and left his office.

The next week was agony. We had two more classes with Professor….Clark, each time I stayed behind to ask if he’d heard anything. And each time he would give me a sympathetic smile and tell me to “hang in there,” just a little while longer. I should hear soon. He assured me that I was a good writer and that I shouldn’t get discouraged. But I couldn’t help it. Now it was almost 5 pm on Friday, surely if they didn’t call soon I wouldn’t know anything until Monday.

I paced my apartment phone in hand begging it to ring. But when I checked the time at 5:30 and still, nothing. I gave up. I let out a deep sigh, setting my phone down walking to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. I set the glass on the counter and popped the cork. I filled the glass and almost dropped the bottle. My phone was ringing. I quickly set the bottle down and ran to the living room picking up the phone. I didn’t even check the number before I answered.

“Hello?” I answered almost out of breath.

“Hello, is this Y/n?” a female voice asked. I nodded but then remembered I was on the phone and quickly found my voice.

“Yes, Ma’am, it is,” I answered her. She didn’t miss a beat.

“Great, This is Lois Lane, with the Daily Planet. I understand this is a bit late on a Friday evening but do you have time to meet with me at the office tonight?” my mind raced trying to find the right words.

“Sure, I can be there in 15 minutes. If that’s alright?” I asked her. We agreed on the time and after I thanked her, the call ended.

I very quickly realized I was not in the proper attire for this meeting. I was in running shorts and a hoodie. I tore through my closet trying to find a pair of dress pants that would work. I found a simple white cotton top to pair them with and some flats and ran out the door. I fixed my messy bun in the apartment building's front doors before starting to walk. The Daily Planet’s main office was only a few blocks away. I got it to the building just in time and made my way inside.

At the front desk, I introduced myself and was directed up to the 4th floor for my meeting with Lois. I stepped on the elevator and pushed the button for my floor. I was starting to shake from the nerves. When the doors opened I was met with a familiar face. Standing at a desk a few feet away Clark was standing talking to a woman with auburn hair and kind eyes. They both looked up when the elevator sounded.

“Y/n,” He smiled. “I’m glad you could make it.” I smiled at him and the woman stood and turned to greet me.

“Miss Y/n, I’m Lois Lane. It’s nice to meet you.” she offered a kind smile. I shook her hand and she gestured for me to sit with her at her desk. “As you’re aware you and others from Mr. Kent's journalism course at the university have been under review for an internship with the Daily Planet. I would have just called but Clark insisted for you to come into the office.” She chuckled softly.

I looked up at Clark nervously, he squeezed my shoulder reassuring me. “Y/n,” Lois continued. “The Daily Planet would like to officially offer you the internship starting next week.” I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

“Thank you, Ms. Lane, I accept that offer. When do I start?” I asked, eagerly. She chuckled softly.

“I’ll send you an email with all of the details on Monday. You should be able to start with us on Tuesday.” I nodded.

“Thank you again,” I said. She nodded, giving me a smile.

“Of course. We’re excited to work with you,” she stood and started to gather her things. “I apologize, I’m not trying to rush you out of here. I’ve got a date this evening I don’t want to be late for. Clark, can you walk her out?” Clark nodded waving to Lois as she already started to head toward the elevator.

“Of course, I can, sorry for keeping you Lo, have fun tonight.”He winked. Lois rolled her eyes at him.

“Forever the gentleman,” she laughed, “ I’ll see you next week,” she said as the elevator doors closed behind her.

“I told you we’d be working together soon!” Clark chuckled. I turned to face him but I couldn’t find the words. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his middle hugging him. He was a bit surprised at first but he returned the hug.

“Thank you,” I said softly. Remembering myself I pulled away quickly, my face flushed and embarrassed. “I-I’m so sorry, that was incredibly unprofessional. I-” Clark cut off my rambling.

“It’s alright. You earned this. And you’re going to do amazing things here, I’m sure.” He squeezed my shoulder encouragingly. “Let me walk you out.” I nodded and waited while he got his jacket off of his desk chair. We rode down in the elevator together and walked out through the main lobby. “Where’d you park?” He asked, offering to walk me to my car.

“Oh, um, I walked actually, I live close by,” I told him. Clark looked out the front doors and watched as rain was coming down outside. He frowned.

“Could I give you a ride? Call me old school but I certainly can’t let you walk home in this rain.”

I hesitated for a second. He looked back out at the rain and back to me, his eyes full of sincerity.

“Uh, I mean, it’s really not far,” I argued. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. Just that my head was starting to get kindness and flirtation confused. I already embarrassed myself once with him today.

“It’s pouring rain, Y/n, it's no trouble I promise.” He countered. I gazed back outside. He was right, it had started to pour. I would be soaked just stepping out into it. Let alone walking all the way home. I looked back to Clark and nodded.

“Okay,” I spoke softly. I watched as Clark pushed the door open and then opened up his umbrella. Of course, he was prepared. I look even more foolish now.

“Come on,” He smiled. “There’s enough space for both of us under here.” He chuckled. He walked us out to his car and opened my door for me holding the umbrella while I got in so I wouldn’t get wet.

It was quiet for a moment while he started the car. I had to remind myself again that just because a man is being nice doesn’t mean he’s interested. I looked over at him, his head turned back as he pulled out of the parking spot. I don’t know when I’d developed this little crush on him but it had to stop now. God, he was handsome though. His jaw was sharp, but his eyes were a soft but intense blue. His curls were dark and I found I desperately wanted to know what it felt like to drag my fingers through them. I shook my head. No, he’s my professor. He’s at least 15 years older than me. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. He surely didn’t see me that way. And we work together now. I have to be professional.

I pushed down my thoughts and focused, directing Clark to my apartment building. He paused abruptly when I pointed out the parking lot. He crooked an eyebrow his face completely surprised.

“No, this is it? Really?” He asked.

“Uh… yeah” I answered hesitantly. Clark let out an awkward chuckle.

“I’m sorry, It’s just funny. I live in the building too. I’m on the 5th floor.” He said. My brows raised completely shocked.

“I’m on 3.” I stuttered.

“I can’t believe we’ve never run into each other.” He laughed dumbfounded. We got out of the car. Clark met me with the umbrella. We took the elevator up together.

“Have a great evening,” He started “I’ll see you next week,” He smiled. I blushed softly.

“You too Clark,” I said as the elevator opened to my floor.

“Oh and if you ever need a ride to work, Just let me know,” he winked. I giggled softly and waved as the doors closed.

I’m royally fucked.

I started with the Daily Planet the following Tuesday. I expected that they would have me refill copy machines or make coffee or file documents in the archives. I was shocked when I was given an assignment. It wasn’t in the field. It wasn’t going to be printed. But they told me if I wanted to eventually work for the planet then seeing how I handled personal assignments was key. It was due to Lois at the end of the week. Only 4 days to do research and write the article. I sat at my desk and poured over everything I could get my hands on. It felt a little lonely. My desk was farther away from the main writers and it was a bit smaller. But it would do. Clark and sometimes a few of the others would offer me to join them for lunch during the week but I usually skipped it. This was important. If I wanted to earn respect and make myself a place around here this had to be good.

On Friday I was once again working at my desk, typing like mad trying to finish and edit my article.

“You don’t have to work yourself so hard. You’ve already earned your spot you know?” Clark's voice said from somewhere next to me.

“How many of your students have been hired on at the Planet after the internship Mr Kent?” I asked. He started to protest the question. Then he let out a deep sigh leaning against my desk.

“Two,” He answered honestly.

“I may have the internship, but I haven’t earned my place here.I have your respect but I have to earn it with the others,” I replied. He nodded, his eyes connecting with mine.

“Can you at least break for lunch?” He pleaded.

“I’m going to eat at my desk. I’m almost finished. And this has to be done and on Lois’ desk by 2 pm. She leaves early today.” His eyes were sad but I knew he understood.

I finished the article. I waited nervously at my desk waiting for Lois to call me over.

“This is good,” she said when she finally did. “You have work to do, I want to see how your research improves when you're out on the field. But for just starting, this is great.” She added. I nodded waiting for more. I knew she wasn’t finished.

“Next week you’ll be coming with me, I’m doing expose research in Gotham, I want you to come to observe and take notes,” she stated. I nodded again.

“I’ll be there, Thank…”

“Lois, Gotham’s dangerous you can’t take her with you.” Clark interrupted. Lois peered up at him over my shoulder.

“Clark,” She sighed. “All due respect. You’ve taught her all you can in the classroom. But I’m her teacher now. And the best way to learn research is out in the field hands-on.” She retorted.

“I’ll be with Lois, I’ll be okay,” I assured him. He wasn’t having it.

“She won’t learn anything if she gets hurt. The crime rate in Gotham has skyrocketed it isn’t worth the risk. Does Perry know about this?” He asked. Lois scoffed.

“As a matter of fact, he does. He’s already approved it.” she told him I don’t know what came over me. If I was angry that he was trying to stop me from going when this was my chance to earn my way in. Or if I was angry he thought I was weak.

“And, I can take care of myself! I don’t need you hovering like I’m so fragile! You may have taught me but I got myself this far, Mr. Kent. We’ll be just fine.” I snapped. Clark stared dumbfounded. His mouth hung open, he was at a loss for words. Actually, everyone was staring.

“Shows over,” Lois spoke loudly “You can all get back to work,” she announced. I looked back at her apologetically.

“Lois, I..” Clark started. She quickly cut him off.

“Clark, I have to leave, I don’t have time for this. It’s settled she’s going,” She looked back at me, her eyes softer and sympathetic. “I’m out for the day, and you’ve finished your work, If you’d like to go now your welcome, I’ll see you Monday,” she smiled. I nodded at her giving her a nervous smile. She turned then and walked out.

“Y/N, please think about this. I don’t want you to get…” He started.

“I’m going to go, as well, Mr. Kent… I’ll see you next week.” I stood and walked to my desk grabbing my things. I walked past him to the elevator without another word.

Monday morning I was in the office early. Lois and I met at the office so she could debrief me before we left. She was interviewing with billionaire Bruce Wayne. He had connections all over Gotham, she wanted intel on any possible underground organized crime. I’ll admit it certainly was intense for my first time in the field. But it would be great practice.

The city of Gotham was not nearly as wicked as Clark made it out to be. Mr. Wayne was amicable. He didn’t want to be there but he respected us so much as we respected him. The next few days we went back. We checked out some of the sources that Bruce had given. We got closer and closer to what she was looking for. Someone was definitely covering up organized crime in Gotham.

Late Thursday night we were headed back to the car. It was almost 9:30 way past office hours at this point. But as Lois informed me. Good stories don’t live within the time clock. We were about to drive back and head home for the evening. We were only a few blocks away. I heard Lois scream from behind me. I turned back to look and felt myself being pulled backward. Someone had ahold of my arms dragging me off the sidewalk.

“Let me go!” I demanded. Struggling in the stranger's grip. “Lois!” I called.

“Shut up, what the hell are you bitches doing here?” a male voice asked. I heard Lois cry for help. I continued to struggle.

“I’m not telling you anything. Let go of me. Someone HELP.” I screamed. Unable to break loose from the man’s hold.

“Listen bitch! I told you to…Ungh” The man grunted he fell back suddenly my arms slipping from his grip. I looked up my eyes going wide. Superman. He’d heard our screams.

I watched as he took care of Lois’ attacker breaking her free. He spoke softly to her. His face looked almost…stern. She looked at him her eyes deeply apologetic. I couldn't hear what was being said. He patted her shoulder giving her a soft smile after she assured him she was okay. That I did here.

“And you, are you okay?” He was on his feet now. He landed right in front of me. My eyes met his. They looked so familiar. I nodded.

“You… saved me. I.. I don’t know how to thank you.” I stuttered. He smiled

“It’s what I do. I’m just thankful I made it before you were hurt. Now please get home safe.” He added. I nodded still in shock. I felt Lois squeeze my shoulder and we walked back to the car. Superman hovered close watching to make sure we made it. Once we were inside he flew off.

“Do you… know him?” I asked Lois suddenly. She paused looking at me.

“We’ve met before. This job can be, dangerous at times. Can you handle that?” She asked. I thought for a moment. Could I? I couldn’t get myself out of this situation. But I didn’t back down either. Finally, I nodded.

“Yes, I can,” I answered.

“Good, now let's get home. We both could use some rest.”

In the office the next day I was typing notes for Lois. I was back and forth at her desk all day. At one point I paused looking over at Clark. He looked exhausted. And stressed. He looked slightly disheveled. He was aggressively tapping at the keys on his keyboard.

I approached him slowly.

“Hey, are you alright, you look tired I can get you some coffee if you’d like,” I offered. He shook his head not looking away from his computer.

“I’m fine Y/n, thank you.” he dismissed me.

“Oh.. okay, if you need anything let me know,” I added before walking away. Normally I skipped lunch but I had time that day. I walked over to ask Clark to come with me. Again he dismissed me. I felt bad for the way I had treated him last week. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay between us. I stayed late that night typing up notes for Lois. When I shut down my computer, I noticed Clark was the only one still in the office.

“Clark,” I spoke softly “It’s 5:30 do you need help?” I asked. He shut down his computer then.

“No, I’m just heading out now. Thank you for the offer.” He mumbled. I nodded. I turned and walked to the elevator. I rode down by myself to the first floor letting Clark cool off. If he didn’t want to talk I would give him his space. I walked out through the lobby pausing just inside the doors. Shit. It was raining again. I decided to walk this morning. It wasn’t supposed to rain. I heard the elevator ding and I groaned to myself seeing Clark exit. I gnawed at my lip anxiously, Praying the rain would suddenly let up.

“Hey,” I hear Clark's voice behind me. “Need a ride?” he asked nodding toward the door.

“Uh… yeah, I walked this morning. Didn’t bring my umbrella. It wasn’t supposed to rain today.” I answered awkwardly. Clark opened the door opening his umbrella and just like the first time he took me home, we walked close sharing the protection from the rain.

The ride home was quiet it was only a few blocks away. But when Clark pulled into the parking lot I could no longer take the silence.

“Clark. What’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head. “Don’t, don’t brush me off, what’s bothering you?” He got out of the car, slammed his door shut, and headed inside. I got out quickly running after him the rain immediately soaking me. “Hey, I was talking to you!” I shouted.

“Y/n STOP!” He turned around quickly the volume of his voice causing me to shrink back a little. “You wanna know what's bothering me? You. You, putting yourself in harm's way. You, trying so hard to prove yourself that you're being reckless. You almost got hurt because you had to make a point. You, because I can’t stop fucking thinking about you! And I’ve lost sleep all week worrying about your safety.” He stepped closer we were standing in the middle of the parking lot. “Because I couldn't bear the thought of someone even touching you.” my heart was racing his face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my face. “I don’t wanna see any bruises on this pretty face.” My breath hitched.

“Clark,” I whispered. He grabbed my face crashing his lips to mine. I melted against him. The rain still fell hard around us.

“Your so damn stubborn,” He mumbled between kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer.

“I’m sorry,” I said, breathless as I chased his lips for another kiss. He let out a breathy laugh.

“Don’t be. You’re doing amazing. I knew you would be. Just be more careful.” I nodded. He took my hand pulling me inside. He pressed the elevator button frantically. I giggled.

“Clark that’s not gonna make it get here any faster.” He chuckled.

“Damn elevators.” Once inside he pushed the button for his floor and backed me up against the wall. His lips were back on mine, kissing me roughly. “Wanted this for so long.” He groaned. Kissing down my neck. The elevator doors opened. He took my hand again leading me to his apartment.

He quickly unlocked the door and I followed him inside. I bit my lip waiting for him to make a move. I felt so shy all of a sudden. I wanted this but I was nervous. Clark lifted my chin so my eyes met his.

“Stop me. If this isn’t what you want stop me, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.” I shook my head.

“I want you Clark,” I whispered. His lips were on mine again. Sweeter this time. More slow. He felt his hand move down my neck and over my chest softly squeezing my breast. I moaned leaning into the touch. “Clark please,” I whined. He stepped back peeling off his wet shirt. I did the same. We left a trail of wet clothes all the way to the bedroom. Clark laid me down on the bed crawling between my thighs. Kissing them softly.

“So beautiful.” He groaned before swiping his tongue between my folds. I gasped. He circled my clit with his tongue and then back down dipping it inside me. His groan was feral.

“Fuck.” I moaned. He worked his tongue in and out of me while I worked my hips against his face. I tangled my fingers in his curls holding him close. His nose rubbed against my clit has he fucked me with his tongue. “m’ gonna.” I moaned as I came on his tongue. He lapped it all up before pulling away.

“So good sweetheart.” He kissed up my body, kissing my lips and letting me taste myself. Finally he settled between legs pushing inside of me slowly. He let out a low moan.

“ So big,” I whimpered. He brushed my hair out of my face kissing me softly.

“Doing so good for me sweetheart. Almost all the way in. You can take it all baby.” He moaned. With one last push he was fully seated inside me. “You feel amazing baby. Taking me so well.” He cooed letting me adjust.

“Clark please.” I whined. Begging him to move. He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was inside me and then plunged back in. I let out a loud moan.

“Feel good sweetheart?” He asked. I nodded.

“So good, Clark, Fuck, I moaned as he started to thrust into me at a steady pace. He grabbed my hand pinning it to the mattress. He picked up his pace. I felt the knot build in my stomach.

“You’re getting close aren’t you baby?” he asked. I nodded. Letting out a strangled moan.

“Please.” I begged.

“So polite.” he groaned. He pressed his thumb to my clit as he fucked me rubbing in circles. I felt my toes curl and I came hard squeezing him as he fucked me through my orgasm. “Thats it sweetheart. Fuck. Gonna make me. Ungh.” He groaned cumming inside me. We were both breathless laying there for a moment. Clark pulled out slowly. And pulled me into him.

“You okay?” He smiled kissing my cheek. I nodded.

“Mhmm” I mumbled dreamily. Clark got up and came back with a cloth to clean us both up. Then got back into bed holding me close.

“Clark?” I asked softly.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Were you ever gonna tell me… or were you just gonna let me figure it out?” He raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Because no one else knows what happened in Gotham Superman,” I smirked turning in his arms.

“How did you…?” He asked.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while. I’d know your eyes anywhere.” I said blushing.

“Hmm,” he chuckled. “You have a crush on me?” He asked.

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes.

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mariasont · 1 day

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I'm so glad you love writing for bimbo reader x Hotch because i love READING them so much 💕

What about reader getting jealous a witness or unsub is flirting with Hotch? Kinda like how the prostitutes are always flirting with Reid but this time it's Hotch getting all awkward and reader misreading it and thinking he's interested back?

Love your stuff!

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY - A.H

a/n: hi so im so glad you love bimbo reader 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 that literally makes me so happy, thank you sm for requesting i hope you like that <3

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

warnings: reader being jelly, kind of out of character for bimbo reader honestly, she’s also a little flustered in this fic which also feels out of character but i kind of like it idk lmk what yall think

wc: 1.2k

The space between her hand and Hotch's bicep was dangerously narrow. She was saying something--something that was way flirtier than the situation required. Matter of fact than any situation required. Your pink nails, the same shade as your favorite bubblegum lip gloss, dug into the flesh of your palm, your lips forming a tight line as you fought the green jealousy that bubbled up like champagne.

It was fine. You were fine.

Until it wasn't.

She flashed a smile at Hotch, one that was undeniably pretty which only served to make your blood boil a degree hotter.

She was stunning, black hair, red lips, perfect skin. You loved yourself, obviously, but it was not in your character to deny that this woman was gorgeous by nature and she was edgeding her chair closer to him.

"Thank you so much for your help today, Agent Hotchner." Her voice had climbed a few pitches in comparison than when she was talking privately with you. "Is it okay if I give you my number, just in case I think of anything else?"

"Of course." Hotch was smiling-- no beaming--at the woman, reaching into his pocket to grab his business card.

Your lashes fluttered up and down is disbelief, jealously rolling off of you in category nine waves. You folded your hands on top of your skirt, cleaning and unclenching until you started to lose feeling in your fingertips.

You're fine, just take a deep breath. Hotch was simply being polite. That's it. But the rationalized thoughts in your head did not match the quicksand feeling in your stomach.

Unfortunately for you, showing and expressing your feelings in an appropriate manner had always been a struggle. Articulating when things were bothering you was a foreign language to you. The other side to this was you had no logical reason to feel the way you did. He was your boss, and you were his assistant. He wasn't your boyfriend. But that fine distinction did nothing to dampen the primal impulse to reach across the desk and drag the woman by her hair.

That was dramatic, really. It was unfair to project your ugly feelings onto her when in all honestly, in her position, you’d be doing the exact same.

As much as you loved your job and adored your boss, sometimes you wished you didn’t work for him so you could push the boundaries just a little bit when it came to flirting with him.

Thankfully, for the sake of your career, the woman gone before your rash instincts could manifest into action. You needed to get a grip and possibly go reapply your lipstick.

You spent the majority of the day, from that point, avoiding Hotch like the plague. You weren't quite equipped to sift through the emotional chaos brewing inside you, especially when your focus needed to be on getting your tasks done, not on who Hotch might be interested in. It didn't matter if he liked that woman. You could cope. Maybe.

When you did have to come into contact with him, you found yourself acting like a wounded animal. The sight of his face only served to replay that stupid smile he flashed at her. He was probably already in love, daydreaming about their shared life ahead. Their three kids, the white picket fence, maybe even a dog.

You flipped open your makeup mirror, dabbing powder on to your nose and forehead while mentally reminding yourself to pull it together and behave like the grown-up you were supposed to be.

No sooner had you left the bathroom had you crashed into something, legs betraying you as you lurched forward, nearly spiraling to the floor. Your hands shot out, closing around the nearest object which felt to be the lapels of a suit.

Your gaze snapped into sharp focus. Yes, definitely the lapels of a suit, and not just any suit--It was Hotch's.

Fantastic.

You quickly retracted your hands, letting them hang limply by your sides as you took a cautious step backward.

His brows furrowed, lips tipping downward as he absently adjusted his watch. "You okay?"

"Peachy!”

That was too much.

You attempted to sidestep him, but he anticipated the move. His arm reached out with surprising speed, fastening around your wrist to keep you in place.

"Hey." It was funny how a single word in that deep voice of his was enough to make your heart beat a little faster. "You've been avoiding me all day. I don't want to pry, but if there's something I've done to upset you, I'd like to know so we can clear the air."

"What?" you responded too quickly, avoiding his gaze as your hand went to your neck. "Oh, no, no, it's not you, sir. I just... I think I might be catching a cold or something. Just feeling a bit woozy."

You were definitely coming down with something—it was a green, nasty disease that had your judgement in a clouded haze.

He smiled, making your heart go into overdrive. "You're a terrible liar."

"No idea what you mean." Your voice went up an octave too high. "But, um, there's a bunch of witnesses I need to follow up with. There's this one who was... really eager. Maybe she'd respond better to you?"

There was a pause before Hotch spoke, his voice low and certain. "I've seen many reactions from you, but jealousy? Is that what's happening here?"

You blinked rapidly, heat rising to your cheeks. "Jealous? That's... that's ridiculous."

"I'd like to think I know you better than that." He gave you a deadpan look. "You've been avoiding eye contact, you've been unusually quiet, and I didn't necessarily miss that look you gave her."

You swallowed hard, proving him right and looking anywhere but him as you fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve.

"It's not... it's just, you know... I don't know, the smile you gave her, it seemed a bit unprofessional to me."

Your words tumbled out in a flustered rush, not capable of taking them back as you realized the absurdity of it all.

Hotch's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Unprofessional? Did it look like I was flirting? Because that would be a first."

"No, I don't think you were flirting, not exactly." You should stop yourself while you're ahead. "But she was, and you didn't exactly shut it down."

Hotch's face was unreadable. "Honestly, I didn't even realize she was flirting with me. Even so, I'm curious—why would that bother you?"

"Well, I mean, I... It doesn't, not really. I just think we should all be focused, that's all," you managed, voice faltering as you tried to be convincing.

"I assure you, my focus is on all the right places," Hotch said, taking a step closer that almost felt invasive. His gaze dropped to your lips momentarily before snapping back up to your eyes.

"O-okay."

The closeness of him was sending your body into overdrive, the room suddenly feeling too small, his presence way too intense.

"And just for the record," Hotch said over his shoulder as he turned to leave. "If I were to flirt, trust me, it would be with someone who already had all my attention."

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oureuphoria · 3 days

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The Battle — JJK

⟿ Note: Hiii!! I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted on this account, and I am very sorry! I’m in uni now and my writing has improved (in my opinion) drastically, so I’m very excited to return bc I love posting here. To kick off the new era, I’m sharing a small fic I’ve worked on recently. I really hope you like it.

⟿ Synopsis: Your relationship with Jungkook has been strained for far too long and you’ve decided to do something about it.

⟿ Genre: Just angst, sorry </3 but possible part two!!

⟿ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

⟿ Word count: 1,387

“Jungkook.” You called out to your boyfriend the second you heard the door to his apartment open. You were supposed to hang out together, you’d been waiting for him for over 40 minutes.

“Yes, babe?” From his sing-song voice, you could tell he was tipsy.

“We need to talk.” You were aiming for a serious, sobering tone, but it appeared nothing could dull his vibe when he got it going,

“‘Course, love. Not now though, I’m busy. Just getting changed and heading out with the boys.”

“But you said we’d have tonight together.”

“I know baby, but we always celebrate big wins together. You know you’re welcome to join us.” Jungkook knew very well that you were still really nervous around his bandmates. You specifically asked for some time alone.

“But we need to talk and it can’t wait.” Your voice was unwavering, but you could feel the resolve you’d spent so long building up begin to slip away.

It was hard to fight with Jungkook. It was harder when he didn’t fight with you.

“What? Are you okay?” His voice resonated throughout the apartment from your bedroom to where you were sitting in the living room.

“No, Jungkook. I’m not.” There was a moment of silence.

“What’s wrong, are you sick?” His head peaked out from the room, harbouring slight concern on his otherwise bright face.

“No, it’s about us.” You averted eye contact, unable to watch the happiness drain from his face.

“That can wait.” He went back into the room, and you could feel your frustration return.

“I’ve been waiting, but you’re always busy and I can’t wait anymore.”

“Can I not have one night? One night where you’re not on my ass about everything?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Y/N, we fight every week.”

“And I want to talk about it.” He came out of the room, fully dressed in his favourite jeans and a tight black turtleneck sweater. A month ago, this would’ve been the part where you joked about him looking like that one picture of The Rock. Now it just made you wonder how many people would throw themselves at him, and just how many he’d reject before he’d finally realise you might not be worth the trouble.

“No, see you say you want to talk and then it turns into you making me feel like shit for living my life.” Jungkook continued arguing with you while pacing around the apartment looking for his keys, his wallet, his sunglasses.

“That’s not my intention.” You stood up from your seat on the couch, but he continued to avoid looking at you.

“Your intention doesn’t matter, your actions do. And right now, I’d really love it if you didn’t start a fight.”

“Fine, if that’s what you really want.”

“Great. I’ll see you later.”

You sighed. “You won’t.”

“Stop with the dramatics, Y/N.”

“No dramatics, I’m done. We’re done.” You weren’t sure how you managed to get the words out, considering the fact that they felt like shards of glass dragging across your tongue.

“Seriously?” He looked at you, one hand on the door knob, the other by his side.

You thought about taking it back for way too long, and when you said nothing, he shook his head, letting out a sardonic chuckle.

“Alright, Y/N. We’re done.” And with those parting words, he was out the door.

You sat back down on his couch. Tears were flooding your eyes, and you could feel the pressure on your chest, affirming the end you saw coming but tried so hard to avoid.

You could have continued begging for a morsel of his time to work things out, but as he said, he viewed any and all criticism as an infringement on his right to party and celebrate his success.

You were the same age, but you lived vastly different lives and you had no idea how to reconcile the gap between the Jungkook who loved you, and the Jungkook who was in the public eye. There was only one you. You didn’t have a second life, and that was what made it so hard to relate to him.

He didn’t even want to try.

You wiped away your tears, grabbing your coat and bag from the armchair. You had one arm through the sleeves when the door opened again.

For the split second that you heard the keypad beep and the door’s hinges creak, you allowed yourself to be filled with hope. He came back, and in that moment you let yourself believe that it was for you. That he’d tell you he can’t live without you, and whatever there was going on between you two, he’d be willing to fix it.

But you and him hadn’t felt partners in so long, and the problems you used to tackle together, as an inseparable unit, began to feel like termites eating through the foundation of your trust.

“Oh, you’re still here.” His voice didn’t sound remorseful. It didn’t sound like the voice of a man who was prepared to lay the ugliest parts of your relationship bare so that you could work through them. He sounded indifferent.

“Yeah sorry, I was just leaving.” You quickly shrugged the coat on properly, grabbing your bag and hastily rushing toward the door, but Jungkook was blocking the doorway, and he didn’t move away when you approached. “Um, Jungkook, you’re kind of in the way.” You tried your absolute hardest to keep your voice level and your tears at bay, but the longer he stood there the harder it was.

“I am, aren’t I?” His tone was so hard to read, you had no idea how to respond. “I’m always in your way, Y/N. And a better man would let you go, but I can’t.”

Before you could grasp onto his words, he grasped onto you. Jungkook wrapped you into a tight hug.

“Don’t do this, Jungkook. Please.”

“I don’t know what to do, Y/N. I feel so guilty, all the time. I don’t know how it fix it, so I go out, and I get wasted and I convince myself you’re happier without me.” He sounded so vulnerable, so bare, and for a moment you saw your pain reflected in his.

How could you fix it? There was only so much turbulence a relationship could take, and the strain on your own mental health was beginning to feel like less of a side-effect and more like a direct bi-product.

Sometimes, the best way to get rid of termites is to burn it all down and pray you have the strength to rebuild.

You weren’t sure of much, but you were sure that you weren’t strong enough to rebuild.

“I’m not happier without you, Jungkook. But lately I haven’t been feeling happier with you either. I love you, you know that, but I can’t keep pretending like it doesn’t hurt me when you pretend I don’t exist. And I know the only other option is to go public, but I don’t think I could cope with that kind of attention.”

“I could say I’m in a relationship and we could keep your identity secret. I’ve seen other idols do that.”

“Idols much less famous than you, Jungkook. Its unfair of me to expect you to carry the burden of the negative attention you’d inevitably get.”

“What are you saying?”

“Sometimes love isn’t enough. And I can’t watch as we tear ourselves apart trying to make each other feel better.”

“Y/N, I don’t know how to do this without you.”

“Me neither, but I think we have a much better chance of figuring out how to live apart than together, don’t you?”

“I— I could take a break from the group until we figure this out.”

“You’d resent me for it.”

“You can’t give up on us just like that?”

“You gave up a long time ago, Jungkook.” There was no hostility in your voice, so Jungkook knew you weren’t trying to hurt him with that remark. In fact, the sincerity of what you’d said, and the tears that began to flood your eyes and his, told him you might just be right.

So, without another word, Jungkook moved out of the doorway and watched as you gave him a tight-lipped smile before walking away.

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #jungkook #bts fic #angst #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagine #jungkook angst #jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #bts oneshot #bts fanfics #oureuphoria

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patched || kaji ren x gn!reader

✧ i just wanted to write vulnerable kaji okay he deserves some hugs.

✧ content: established relationship, spoilers for kaji's backstory (sorta, it ain't said but it's there between the lines), fluff, minor descriptions of wounds

✧ a/n: i will and shall make every windbre boy soft or vulnerable or both. so have some soft kaji y'all before his official introduction to the anime this week yeehaw- it's also close to 1 am when I'm posting this so if it's rushed towards the end. no it's not.

Hiragi Toma rarely came over to your house.

Instead, you would just be one of the many people he would wave too when out on patrol, just with a deeper friendship - if he's not particularly busy you two would even strike a conversation, just to catch up.

But Hiragi Toma rarely came knocking on your front door.

So when you hear the firm, yet somehow gentle clear knocks on your front door - only to open it up to see Hiragi's bloodied knuckles? You can only answer with a confused glance back and forth between his embarrassed expression and the fist that is still raised up, ready to knock on your door that is very much open.

"... I had to knock him out."

Ah.

"Is he okay?" is the only thing you ask as you turn towards the side to reach for the first aid kit that you have stored next to the front door - quicky grabbing it and handling it to Hiragi while you swiftly put on some shoes.

"Depends on your definition of 'okay" the third year mutters, walking briskly ahead to lead the way once you've locked the door. "No broken bones?"

"Then yeah, he's fine." Hiragi answers, guiding you through some alleyways until you get to a semi-open area. In the middle you see Kusumi and Enomoto crowding around you assume is an unconscious Kaji on the ground.

Even without getting close you can already smell the blood surrounding the air - the the pile of passed out delinquents to the side was most likely the main reason.

"Kusumi-kun, Enomoto-kun, thank you for your hard work." you call out, the two vice captains turning towards you whilst you wave at them. And only then do you see their shoulders relax. "I can take it over from here."

The two students scurry quickly away, albeit not too far in case something were to happen when Kaji woke up. A needless worry you would always say to them.

Kaji would never hurt you after all.

So whilst Hiragi and the second year vice captains clean up the area, you're busy propping Kajis head on top of your lap, brushing aside his bloodied bangs to wipe away the dried blood on his face with a cloth.

It doesn't take long before Kaji stirs awake from your actions. It starts with a jolt of his fingers, followed by his eyes squeezing even tighter together. But it's only when you dab a cotton ball with disinfectant at an open wound that his eyes snap open in surprise.

Kaji would've almost headbutted you if you hadn't already cradled both of his cheeks in your hands, the distraught boy letting you tip his head up whilst you bend your own head to make eye contact with him. "Good afternoon sleeping beauty." you whisper, a smile on your face whilst you tighten the hold you have on his face, thumb gently stroking his cheek while he gasps for air. "How are you feeling?"

Kaji doesn't answer, he merely raises his hands to grab onto your wrists - his hold on you tightening which makes you unable to continue your ministrations of cleaning his wounds. His eyes dart back and forth questioningly, probably wondering how you ended up here although he's unable to directly ask you seeing that he's still heaving for air.

"Hiragi-san came to get me. Figured that it would help you calm down faster." you answer, wriggling your fingers in one hand to make him loosen his hold before wrapping your own fingers gently around his own wrist to press his trembling palm against your cheek. You let him stay like that for a moment whilst you keep an eye on his expression with a smile. It's only when you feel his thumb slightly brush against your cheek that you turn your head to press your lips against his palm, your eyes still trained on Kaji's own hazy ones.

"... The others?" Kaji finally whispers whilst letting his arm fall limp back down to the ground. A silent sign that you can continue tending to his wounds. "Helping Hiragi-san, quite a few of them managed to run back here, with you chasing them and all." you reply, placing a compress on a particular nasty scratch on his forehead.

"There! We're all done now!" you inform beaming, admiring your own handiwork with a triumphant smile. Kaji, however doesn't move from your lap - attention still at Hiragi and his vice captains that have begun to make small talk with the townspeople wondering what happened.

"So I only made trouble for both you and Hiragi-san again, didn't I." It was a statement rather than a question, perhaps that's why Kaji won't look your way. Too afraid to see what sort of expression you're sporting.

"... Ren," you call out softly, hands once again cradling his cheek to make him face you. There's a slight resistance at first, but Kaji soon let's you move his head to face upwards towards your direction again.

Kaji alternates between staring at you and looking slightly to the side to avoid your soft gaze. You can tell he's getting a bit nervous with how the fingers by his side keeps wriggling a bit, almost like he wants to dig them into his hoodie pocket to grab a sucker, anything to avoid saying something that can potentially hurt your feelings.

After all, behind that unbothered facade, lies a fragile boy still afraid of losing the people who had accepted him.

Every part of him.

Even the part he hated himself for.

In the end, he settles on balling them into a fist before taking a deep breath - directing his gaze back to you with furrowed eyebrows. "What-"

Before he can voice out his question, you're already bending down to slot your lips against his. The sudden kiss makes Kaji freeze, mouth slightly agape in surprise. The angle let's him easily smell the slightly sweet fragrance you have on your neck, paired with the smell of freshly dried linen.

A sweet peach scent, a stark contrast to the the rusty smell of blood that's been penetrating his senses since he woke up.

When you pull apart, it's only to give him a reassuring smile again before pressing your lips against his forehead, "You know I don't like it when you say you're being a bother." you gently remind. "If you were, I wouldn't be here now, would I?" you say.

Kaji doesn't say anything, merely staring at up at you with a glazed look. It takes a few seconds before he abruptly sits up straight and turns around to face you. The action making you jump in surprise, but you can barely move before his arms are wrapped around your shoulders with his face snuggled against your neck.

"... You smell good." He finally says, snuggling closer to inhale the fragrance left on your skin. "I know. It's your favorite after all." You answer with a laugh, wrapping your own arms around his waist whilst settling your own head against his shoulder.

And you'll stay there in his arms, for however long it takes for Kaji to pick himself up again.

#wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker (satoru nii) x reader #kaji ren x reader #plz work #this is once again not beta read lmfao

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L&DS Boys: Pool Day | Fluff

Ngl I wrote this in less than an hour and a half. Been chilling in the pool a lot these days and needed to write something for it. Now I want y'all to make sure and read Zayne's part and pay special attention to it, okay? Listen to what he says. I'm serious guys, listen to Zayne.

♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Warnings: N/A ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Pairings: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader

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Xavier

The cool water lapped at your skin as you sank your entire body into it. A sigh of relief escaped you as you instantly felt better. The summer had just started and already it had been record high temperatures. Thankfully your apartment complex had a nice pool, and since it was one of your rare days off you took advantage, silently thanking the world that your apartment had mainly elderly and hunters so today nobody else was at the pool.

To make matters even better, you managed to drag your sleepy neighbor out with you. You had promised him pool snacks and the new lounge floats you had gotten. Unlike the inflatable ones, these were fabric of sorts and you just knew they’d feel absolutely amazing the moment you two got into the pool.

“Are you ready?” Xavier asked, placing a hand on the small of your back. You let out a small yelp, not used to him being able to touch your skin so easily like this. You looked over at Xavier in his own swim clothes, almost wanting to blush. Of course this man would be the one who chose a speedo over something else.

Still, you began climbing up onto one of the two floats you had. Your body dipped into the water below you and kept you cool and you let out a content sigh. You watched Xavier follow suit, getting comfortable. The lounge float was just as comfortable as you had come to expect and you were living for it.

You put on your sunglasses as you relaxed and turned to Xavier, “Hey Xav?” You called out, making the blonde man hum next to you, “If I fall asleep, you have to promise to wake me up.” You said, knowing you were playing a risky game at the moment.

“Only if you promise to wake me as well.” Xavier said and you could hear the small yawn he let out. You rolled over to your stomach and realized this position was even better.

“Xavier, if I fall asleep and you fall asleep then we’re screwed. Someone needs to be responsible.” You comment with a light chuckle. You watched Xavier paddle his float over to you. He hooked his leg over part of your float and grabbed your hand, making it rest on his own.

“If we stick together like this and keep talking, then we have a better chance at staying awake.” He noted. Well he certainly was right, and being this close to Xavier was certainly a treat. You could ogle the plains and valleys of his well sculpted body perfectly like this.

Sadly it seemed you two forgot one very important fact…how you two always managed to pass out during naps while talking. You don’t even know when you fell asleep, or how long you were passed out. All you know is when you woke up you looked at Xavier. His pale skin was currently a bright red as he laid on his back, sunglasses on and you knew you were screwed.

You didn’t even need to see your back to know you were burned. Your skin felt hot and uncomfortable and if you could see it you’d notice just how angry it looked. You went to poke Xavier, flinching to yourself when you saw the spot on his cheek you poked turn white then back to red.

Xavier groaned as he opened his eyes and turned to look at you. Even with his sleepy vision he could see your current condition. He let out a gasp, going to sit up and forgetting he was on a float as he crashed into the water below him.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he came up, shaking some water from his hair. Without his sunglasses you could see the sunburn went around his eyes, “Xavier…we fucked up.” You said after a moment.

“I can…see that.” He said, looking over your back then down to his chest, “We should head indoors.” He said, going to grab your hand gently. You got off of your float and Xavier grabbed both of them in one arm while still holding your hand. You followed him to his apartment and you noticed how he had a serious look on his face as he forced you through the corridors of the complex. Your complaints about leaving a wet trail from the floats and your body went unheard.

You had to admit the moment you got into his cool apartment you felt a bit better. Xavier finally let go of your hand and dragged the floats to his bathroom, probably to let them dry in the shower. “Sit down on the couch, but be careful.” Xavier said, his calm voice echoing through the apartment.

You had no idea what had gotten into him, but you did just as instructed. You winced as you sat down, your sunburned ass stinging with the smallest movements. When Xavier came back, he was holding a large tub of something.

“Lay on your stomach.” He said and you were still confused as you did just that. He walked behind you and soon you let out a long, drawn out groan of relief. The item in his hand was a cream or sorts and was cool. It soothed your irritated skin as he gently began massaging it into your skin.

“What’s that…?” You groaned, knowing it was familiar but you were still tired from your nap and couldn’t think properly.

“It’s some aloe. I had some just in case.” He said, his small laugh was like music to your ears, “I apologize, you’re burned because I couldn’t keep my promise.”

You hummed and looked back at him as he began working the aloe into the back of your thighs, “We both failed, Xavier. Maybe if you kiss it better it’ll heal for me.” You joked. You hadn’t expected Xavier’s cool lips to press on your burned shoulders. It did feel nice as you melted into it, his lips trailing gentle kisses over the worst burns. He then continued to put the aloe over all those areas as well.

“You’re probably more burned than I am anyways. Did you even use sunscreen?” You comment after a few moments of silence. You had made sure to put some on before heading to the pool, but after hours of the sun even the sunblock wouldn’t be able to keep up without being reapplied liberally.

“I’ll be fine, I just need a nap.” He said, his large hands finishing their massage on all the pieces of skin you were burned. You slowly sat up, but Xavier went to push you back down, “And so do you. But first you need water.” He commented.

You smiled over at him and grabbed hold of his hand as he tried leaving, “Not so fast. We need to take care of your burns.” This time he didn't stop you as you sat back up. You saw the jar next to you and looked back at him. “Lay on your back, I’ll put some aloe on you.”

“That’s not necessary.” Xavier tried to protest with a pout, but you weren't having it.

“Xavie baby.” You said, calling him a nickname that always got him to blush, “Let me take care of you. Come on.” You said, motioning for him to do as you said. He let out a sigh and finally laid down.

You smiled, looking down at him as you covered your hands in the green goop. Today might’ve had a few failures, but being able to rub down Xavier’s body was almost a reward in itself. You then saw Xavier look off to the side then back to you.

“Perhaps if you kiss it better it’ll help them heal faster.” He said, using your words against you. You chuckled as you leaned down, kissing his cheeks before he grabbed your face. You were confused as he brought you in for a proper kiss.

“It hurts the most here.” He said after parting, running his thumb over his own lip. You chuckled, pressing another kiss there.

“Then it looks like I’ll have you pay extra attention to it.” You said, then kissed him again. Perhaps the sunburns weren’t that bad if this was the aftermath.

Zayne

Why Zayne never used the pool at his luxury apartments was beyond you. There were never any children running around, and oftentimes during the weekdays people were at work and couldn’t relax over there. That meant on your days off, it was just the two of you and a very nice and well kept pool. Yet whenever you brought it up, he would always say if you wanted to go he would, but he’s not planning on going by himself anytime soon.

So as soon as summer hit and the heatwave was at an alltime high already, you were dragging Zayne towards the elevator to head down to the pool. Your excitement was evident as Zayne adjusted the pool bag he had prepared. It was a large side bag and you were certain he kept a little bit of everything in there.

When the elevator hit the bottom level, you grabbed hold of his hand and began literally dragging him, “Come now, the pool won’t be going anywhere.” Zayne tried to assure you, but you weren't having none of that.

“The pool might remain, but every second spent dawdling is a second wasted.” You comment, “Time leaves us constantly so we need to catch up.”

He sighed and shook his head. As soon as you left the air conditioned building it was already sweltering hot. You could almost feel sweat clinging to your skin as you made your way to one of the pool chairs. Zayne had already opened the umbrella and laid towels down for the two of you.

Meanwhile you stripped off your pool cover and were about to run straight into the water. As soon as Zayne noticed your movements, he thought fast. Two large hands cupped under your armpits as he brought you up like a naughty cat trying to sneak off. You laid limp in his grasp as you processed what happened.

You slowly turned to him with a pout, “Zayne, what the ever loving fuck?”

“Eloquent with your speech as usual.” He teased as he went to set you down under the umbrella covered chair, “Aren’t you forgetting an important step?” He asked and you sighed with an eye roll.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ as you looked away from the man.

“Perhaps I should remind you that sunscreen is necessary. I agreed to come to the pool if you made an effort to protect your skin.” He said and you groaned, “I’m sure you’re aware that a light skin tone only has a natural 4-5 spf, while skin with higher melanin has the max of 13.5 spf. That means no matter your skin tone, you still need to protect your skin.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Oh please keep talking about medical things with me, Zayne.” You joked and he shook his head.

“Your skin is the largest and one of the most important organs of your body, please treat it with the respect it deserves.” He said, grabbing the sunblock he had brought with him, “Now come here, I’ll help you apply it.”

“I can do it myself.” You protested, but he was already putting some of the cream into his hands. He looked up at you from his prescription sunglasses.

“I’m sure you could.” He said, “However I need to make sure you're covered properly and with enough product it’ll do its job.” He explained with an almost smile on his face. You rolled your eyes before opening your arms up so he could properly get you covered.

You glanced at the bottle and almost choked on your spit, “SPF 100? Isn’t that overkill?” You asked with an incredulous expression.

“Not at all, however we will need to reapply it after about an hour and a half since we’ll be swimming. I’ll make sure to set a timer.” He said and you once again groaned…that was until his hands were on you.

He had purposefully cooled his own hands as he began massaging the product into your arms, chest, stomach, and legs. His hands glided over your body respectfully as he made sure you were properly covered, eventually having you turn around so he could apply it to your back. You jumped when his frigid hands pressed on the back of your neck.

“H-Hey!” You whined and he just chuckled.

“My apologies, I’m just being thorough.” He explained as he worked on your back now. Once your body was covered you turned back to face him. You hadn’t expected his large hands to cup your face as he smeared some of the sunscreen there. Your hands went to wrap around his wrists as you tried backing away, but his grip was firm, “Stop fighting, unless you want a sunburned nose.” He scolded.

You finally huffed and relaxed into his touch. You were startled when he left your face, only to come back and press something over your lips. You opened your eyes and noticed he had a lip balm, one that also had some spf in it. You smacked your lips, noticing how it tasted sweet.

“Better?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes, but.” You said and he hummed. You tugged him over to you, placing a kiss on his lips. He didn’t fight it, leaning in as your lips met his in a short and cute kiss. “You needed some chapstick too…”

“I appreciate you helping me put it on.” He said with an amused huff.

“Can I swim now?” You suddenly asked after buttering him up; already you were getting up. He gripped your waist and dragged you back down.

“Wait twenty minutes after applying sunblock before being exposed to the UV rays.” He said and now you just knew he hated you. You looked at him with pouty eyes and he just smiled at you, “Would you like to help me apply sunblock to help pass the time?”

Now you perked up at that offer, your hands already twitching as you nodded your head. He took off his own cover up and exposed his chest and you had to fight the urge to lick your lips at the sight. How he managed to be in shape while overworking himself was a mystery, but damn were you grateful for it.

You put some sunblock into your hands, running them over Zayne’s chest first and oh my goodness how were you going to be able to survive this. You could feel every single muscle of his as you massaged it in, looking up at him from time to time as you tried to remain focused.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you realized how much you wished you weren’t out in public right now so you could squeeze his chest. You remained professional though and applied the sunblock liberally, and were almost disappointed when it all ended. Still, you both were now covered and you looked over at Zayne’s phone. He had already set a time and it said you had fifteen minutes before you could jump into the pool.

“Zayne, do we have to be a stickler for sunblock rules?” You asked after another five minutes. He looked over at you curiously.

“Are you asking me as your boyfriend, or as your doctor?” He asked and you huffed, rolling on your stomach on the towel.

“I hope you know imma spend the next hour and a half in that pool and I’m dragging you in there the entire time.” You said and he chuckled as he went to his bag and grabbed two drinks. There were two cans of milk tea and when he handed one to you, you noticed how cold it was. You sighed and opened it up, taking a sip, “But I guess this isn’t too bad.” You comment looking at the water.

“My top priority is your safety, however perhaps we can break a few rules. I’ll let you get in five minutes early.” Zayne said, clicking on his phone’s timer. You looked over and noticed you had six minutes left. Your eyes widened as you realized what he said.

You handed him your drink and as soon as the timer had a ‘five’ on it, you were running into the water.

Rafayel

“Fuck you, pufferfish.” You said, shoving the purple haired man out of the way, “I’m getting in first!” You cried out, your feet hitting the hot cement outside of his personal pool. The man in question was right behind you as he went and grabbed hold of you.

His grip on your wrist had you dragging behind him, “Tough luck, pearl, but the pool is mine.” He said, gaining the lead in his mad dash to the water.

This all started when you had been lounging at Rafayel’s home, realizing just how hot it was. His air conditioner was working, sure, but it was still balmy since you were right by the beach. Sweat clung uncomfortably to your skin as you had glanced over at the artist.

“Rafayel, it’s too humid.” You complained and Rafayel looked over at you. You could see the sweat dripping down his neck so clearly he was in a similar situation as you. He seemed to think something over quickly and then smiled.

“Perhaps I could take a break.” He mused, “I do have a pool out there. That should help with the current situation.” He said and you hummed. The thought of spending the day in a private pool was so nice. You had swam in his pool before, it had a tanning ledge, a hot tub with a small waterfall that bled into the pool, and several pool lounges. He had everything you could ask for really, which was to be expected.

“Let’s do it. I’ll grab some drinks.” You said, hopping off the couch and running to the kitchen. Rafayel called out for you, but you didn't hear him as you raced to his fridge. An assortment of soda and juices were stocked thanks to your insistence he have other things than just coffee and water.

You went for the apple juice, deciding it would be refreshing enough for a day like this. Rafayel had some tumblers that would keep it ice cold while you were outside. As you stood back up you bumped into Rafayel’s chest. You spun to look at him in surprise, “Uh need something?” You murmured.

“I asked if you had a swimsuit.” He chuckled and you realized that you didn’t have one at his place. You groaned and looked at him with a pouty face.

“No…” You mumbled and he shook his head.

“That’s fine, I bought you a few just in case. I’ll grab them for you.” Well isn't he being nice and accommodating. Something was up. Your eyes narrowed as you followed him. He went to his closet and that’s when you discovered the swimsuit line up he had.

They were either very promiscuous, or downright ridiculous. He looked between you and the suits and you groaned. You grabbed a pair with rubber ducks decorating it and looked at him, “You sir, are an asshole.” You said, heading to his bathroom.

“I did nothing wrong.” He said, a hand over his heart as you closed the door and quickly got changed. When you came out you choked on your spit. Standing in front of you was Rafayel, with a matching swimsuit.

“I fucking hate you.” You laughed, realizing now why he had gone through the trouble of getting these swimsuits. It was so you guys could match at his pool, “Wait, so if I had gone for the revealing one…?” You trailed off.

“It’s too late for that now, pearl.” He teased, “But I’ll have you know they make very flashy male swimsuits nowadays, in several different styles.” So the ones he showed you…damn you regret your decision. Still, seeing him in something ridiculous like that was enough to make you less bitter.

“Fine, whatever, let’s just get to the pool.” You said, walking out with Rafayel following you, then you said the most childish thing of the day, “Last one in's a rotten egg!” You then began booking it.

You forgot that the two of you combined was a bad case of competitiveness. It led you to the now, where you both were playing dirty to get into the cool pool. You were screaming at one another, attempting to trip or thwart the other.

As soon as you were at the edge, Rafayel yanked you back. You hooked your ankle around his to hold him in place. However this caught both of you off balance. Next thing you knew, the cool water was enveloping the two of you. You looked at Rafayel under the water with wide eyes as you two realized what had happened.

You broke through the water and began laughing immediately. Rafayel soon emerged as well, grabbing onto your shoulders and pouting, “You dropped me into the water.” He whined and you were still laughing.

“I dropped us into the water.” You corrected him. He couldn’t help the smile on his face at the confession.

“Ya, I guess you did.” He huffed before using his weight to push you down. You could hear his voice clearly despite being under water, “But that doesn’t mean I can let you go without punishment, my dear bodyguard.”

You went to scream but you knew your lungs would fill up. Rafayel then dunked his head under the water and swam closer to you. He took his hands over your eyes, covering them and you felt a soft peck on your lips.

Suddenly you could breathe underwater and you chuckled at his antics. He took his hands away as he looked at you with eyes swimming with mischief.

“You’re the absolute worst, fish.” You said, dragging him closer to you. You pressed another kiss on his lips, and you loved how red his cheeks and ears got.

“How am I the worst? You’re supposed to protect me, yet you let me fall in the water.” He complained, but his arms were wrapping around you as he said so. His nose nuzzled against your own as he held onto you.

“Oh how cruel of me to put the fish back into water. I’m just the worst.” You said with a sigh, “Now come on, I want to soak in the sunshine.” You began tugging him to the surface of the water. Despite his pouting, he allowed you to drag him up.

You went over to the tanning ledge, laying on your stomach and relaxed. “Need sunglasses?” Rafayel said, swimming next to you and splashing you with the water.

“Do you have some?” You asked and he shrugged before his eyes furrowed.

“Hey…how are your feet?” He asked and you looked confused. You sat up and looked to see if you had managed to get a cut on your foot at some point. You didn’t see anything as you turned back to him.

“They’re fine…why?” You asked.

“Good…think you could run and get us sunglasses then? They should be near the front.” He said with a smirk, knowing he got you.

This time you would admit, you did push him into the water…well more like kicked him. He was the one asking for it though as he let out a shrill scream before the large splash of water filled your ears. You regretted nothing.

Did y'all hear what Zayne said? Apply sunblock 20 minutes before being exposed to UV rays, no matter what skin color you got. Reapply every 1 - 2 hours as well if you're going to be swimming or sweating a lot (or as directed by the bottle). Your skin is a large and important organ of your body so take care of it you guys!

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bonesxbows · 2 days

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Wash My Dreams Away (Lucifer x Reader)

You wake up in a panic, a new nightmare still fresh in your mind, but Lucifer isn't in bed with you like he should be. The darkness and anxiety your dreams have left you with won't let you fall back asleep so you search through the castle to find him. He uses his gifts to help calm you down enough to go back to sleep.

-WARNINGS- descriptions of panic attack/anxiety attack behaviors fear of the dark

this is my first attempt at trying to write for him so sorry if it's a little OOC, I tried my best. Also, I've got like 50 drafts going at the same time lol, I started this one back in school and just now finished it. Someday I'll get around to finishing all of them but for now; enjoy some Hazbin content! :)

You woke up breathless, sitting upright in your bed and shoving the blankets off of yourself. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders, attempting to shake off the unsettling feeling that your dream had left you with. Once you had blinked away the sleep from your eyes you realized your bed was more colder and emptier than it should have been. It was just you on top of the sprawling mattress, Lucifer was no longer there. He had been right next to you, snuggling up to you when the two of you fell asleep, but now he was gone. You looked around the room, peering through the darkness, but he was nowhere to be found. You sighed and stood up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and walking out of your shared bedroom. The door accidentally slammed behind you, making you jump slightly. Your dreams still haunted you. You wanted to be by Lucifer’s side once again sooner rather than later. He made you feel safe and you needed that feeling now more than ever. With the king of Hell himself next to you, you were untouchable, but now you were alone with the monsters of your dreams still chasing you.

You kept your footsteps light, your nerves were still on end and you were anxious that something would step out of the shadows and snatch you up and silence your screams. Eventually, you made your way to Lucifer’s workshop. The door was left open a crack and you could see soft purple light glowing out of the room. You pushed the door open slightly, peeking your head in. There he was just where you expected to find him; hunched over his desk in his apple print pajamas and muttering to himself. You walked over behind him, not trying to be silent anymore but he didn't hear you nonetheless. You could see another yellow rubber duck underneath his hands, sliced in half with mechanical guts spewn all over the tabletop.

“Luci?” You called his name softly, trying not to startle him. Last time you accidentally startled him he had burned a hole in the wallpaper with his experimental duck. He turned around quickly, dropping the duck’s head on the floor.

“Huh? Oh! Hey! Heyyy…I was just um…doing…some…last minute ideas. Yeah…Ahem. Is everything okay?” He composed himself after trying to explain, shoving the duck’s body out of your view. You stifled a giggle and smiled, his anxiety was always just a little cute. “You weren’t in bed when I woke up.”

“Sorry sweetheart, I…couldn't sleep. Did I wake you when I left?” He stood up and came closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and pulling the blanket a little more snuggly around you.

“You didn't, but I…um…” Your voice caught in your throat as you began to try to explain. You hoped he hadn't noticed, but he did. His eyes softened but there was a tinge of regret in his face.

“Nightmare?” He asked. It was a simple question, but it didn't need more explanation. He had enough experience of sleepless nights himself to know exactly what had woken you up.

You looked down at your slippers and nodded. You could hear him sigh as one of his hands moved into your hair, you could feel his nails against your scalp as he brushed through your locks slowly. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly.

You looked up at him, holding back tears and trying not to focus on the scenes of the dream that flooded your mind. His arms around you made you feel a little better, but even Lucifer’s presence couldn’t drive away the horrid images. “Can you…can we go back to bed? Please?” You asked him.

“Of course angel, I won’t leave you alone like that again. Let's get you back to bed.” he quickly scooped you up into his arms and you were forced to loop your arms and legs around him as he picked you up. It was a little awkward with how small his frame was, but he loved doing it regardless, his angel strength making carrying you a simple task no matter your size. A smattering of pink bloomed over your face but you didn't protest as he carried you back to your shared bedroom.

He laid you down gently, pushing a strand of hair out of your face as he kissed your forehead. His smile was sweet and sincere but you could see something else hidden in his eyes. Regardless he laid down next to you, pulling the blankets up over the both of you and snapping his fingers to turn the lights off.

Which immediately made you impulsively yelp. Your entire body jumped and you rushed to cling to him, throwing your arms around his body and burying your head in his chest. One of his hands instinctively wrapped around you.

Lucifer snapped his fingers again quickly, turning the lights back on. “(y/n)?! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at you. Panic laced his voice. He was scared that something had hurt you somehow.

You looked up at him, the pink hue from earlier returning from embarrassment. “I’m fine Luci…sorry. I…um…could we leave a light on or something? Please?” you looked away from him, feeling embarrassed for asking for something so silly.

He placed a thumb under your chin, turning your face to look at him. He looked at you with a face of understanding and a sympathetic smile. “Hey, it’s alright. I’ll make a nightlight for you, okay? We don't have to sleep in the dark if it's too scary for you right now.”

You couldn't help but smile a little at how accommodating he was sometimes. “Thanks, Luci.”

“Anything to see you smile sweetheart.” He pointed a finger at the ceiling and golden light shot out of his fingertip, coating the ceiling in an image of a pond where chubby fluffy ducks were lounging on top of the water’s surface. Afterwards, he snapped his fingers for a third time now and the lights went out again, but the ceiling continued to glow with the pond image, casting a soft golden light over the room.

You relaxed into Lucifer’s body, resting your head against his chest while staring up at the “nightlight” he had created. He watched as your body relaxed and the tension melted away, relieving some of his own stress as well. He took one of your hands in his, running a pointed nail gently across the back of your hand.

“I'm sorry I wasn't here when you needed me, my angel. I didn’t mean to leave you all alone.”

You tilted your head up and kissed him gently. “It’s okay, Luci. Really. You're here now and that’s what matters.” A small grin broke out on his face from your kiss. You heard a ruffle of feathers before you saw them; his wings fluttered out from behind him and came to rest around the two of you, encasing the both of you in a soft cocoon of fluff, acting as a blanket.

You sighed contently, happy to finally feel safe again in your own home with Lucifer next to you. He placed his chin on top of your head and pulled you closer to him, holding you gently but still firmly enough to chase the visions of your nightmare away for good. With your head on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat fluttering a lullaby in your ear, you were able to fall back asleep, this time snuggled securely in Lucifer’s arms, the ex-angel on guard for any more nightmares that would try to come your way.

#my writings #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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dyns33 · 2 days

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The Big Nice Punisher

I never gave love to Frank and Frank only in a story so I decided to change that

Y/N should have gotten used to it, now that she was friends with Matt, Foggy and Karen.

It had happened several times that the devil of Hell's Kitchen had knocked on her window to ask for a medical kit since she knew his secret, even if the fool preferred to die in a trash rather than ask his friends for help.

It had taken everyone's intervention to force him to admit that he had a problem, and that he could count on them if he wasn't being chased by an army of ninjas.

More than stubborn, his priority was above all to ensure that he did not bring any danger into their home.

Karen wasn't Matt.

She didn't want her friends to be in danger either, but her moral compass was visibly broader, and allowed her to do more things.

Like coming to Y/N with the Punisher losing a lot of blood, asking if she could hide him for a few days and make sure he was still breathing.

Y/N had followed Frank Castle's trial on television, like the whole city. She had heard about all the people he had killed, but also the people he had saved. She had heard what happened to his wife and children. And above all, she had read in all the newspapers that he was dead.

“Can you explain to me or are you going to tell me it’s better if I know as little as possible ?” she asked as she helped Karen place him on her couch.

"Actually, I don't know. I found him like this when I came home from work. Your apartment was closer, excuse me. He doesn't want a hospital, for obvious reasons, and I was afraid he wouldn't manage to get to my place."

"Okay. Just promise me he won't jump on me when he wakes up."

“Frank is very nice, don’t worry.”

'Nice' probably wouldn't have been the first word Y/N, or anyone, would have used when talking about the Punisher, but Karen was pretty good at judging people, and that was out of the question to leave him to die anyway.

Even if she managed to see the good in him, it still seemed a bit exaggerated and even very optimistic that Karen would decide to leave Frank Castle unconscious in a stranger's house. She took the time to write a little note, telling Y/N that she could show him if he didn't trust her, but repeating that everything would be fine.

If he didn't have a reason to hurt her, he wouldn't hurt her. Really very reassuring.

Sure enough, the Punisher woke up in a panic as Y/N was making dinner, looking around with wary eyes and grimacing when he saw her. His first instinct was not to attack her but to try to flee, but his injury did not allow him to reach the door, his path ending in the middle of the living room.

“Karen warned me this would happen.” Y/N sighed, hesitating to put down her knife.

"Who are you ? Where am I ? Where is Karen ?"

“In order, I'm Y/N, you're at my house, and Karen had a job emergency so I'm babysitting for her.”

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” he groaned, holding his leg.

"Look, you don't want to be here, I'm not really happy about it either, but if you let me help you, you can leave quickly."

"I'm leaving now."

"Oh, no way ! I promised Karen I wouldn't let you die and I feel like you're just as stupid as Matt, so you're going to rest your ass on the couch, you're going to eat, then I'll see if you haven't reopened your wound !'

"… Yes Ma'am."

The terrible Punisher then began to look like a little lost dog, speaking little and accepting the plate that Y/N offered him, thanking her with a nod, his big black eyes following her as soon as she moved in the room.

He insisted that he could take care of his leg, but just one look made him shut up again, letting Y/N do what she wanted, since he obviously had no choice.

"I'm not a doctor, but between your broken ribs, the bullet that was in your leg, and the other marks on your body, I will say that it would be best for you to rest for a few days before you start punishing people again."

“No time to wait.”

"That wasn't a suggestion, doctor's orders."

“You just said you’re not a doctor.” he said with a smirk.

“I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

In the end, his leg was causing him too much pain and Karen had forbidden him to move over the phone, it was decided that Frank Castle would stay with Y/N for at least a week. He seemed to be the most annoyed by the situation.

Both women were right about him : he was nice, and he was like Matt. He didn't like asking for help, and he was afraid of putting innocent people in danger by his mere presence.

Yes, he had tried to find Karen when he was injured, but Karen knew how to defend herself, and he would have found a way to convince her to let him go. He didn’t know Y/N. He didn't like the idea of intruding into her home, into her life, into her world, even if Red wasn't far away.

"I also know how to defend myself if necessary, Mr. Castle."

"Of course Miss. And it's Frank."

“I can do the dishes by myself too, Frank.”

“I have no doubt about that, but I’m squatting on your couch, it’s the least I can do.”

A week might not seem like much, but aside from her colleagues and the trio, Y/N didn't see many people. This daily proximity to Frank made the atmosphere strange.

He always spoke little, almost never about himself, hiding his wounds like a proud animal, but being interested in her, not missing an opportunity to help her around the apartment as a sign of gratitude, and listening to her talk about her days with patience and sympathy.

It was almost difficult when his condition allowed him to leave. They had gotten used to each other and the separation gave them as much pleasure as their meeting.

Still looking like a puppy who didn't know how to behave, Frank gave her his number, just in case, taking hers if he needed to check on her. He wouldn't call her for a favor, it wasn't like him.

Obviously, his style was to stop giving any news at all and to completely disappear from people's lives.

Y/N could try to understand. He was dead in the eyes of society, he had a complicated past, his main occupation was murdering criminals… But all the same, a little message from time to time wasn't complicated.

The worst part was that he was in contact with Karen. Her friend seemed surprised that he hadn't contacted her. According to her, Frank loved her very much.

"He's shy, that stupid man. I'll tell him to call you."

"No, that's not necessary. I'm glad to know he's okay."

"Don't be ridiculous, you want to talk. He also asked me about you, I should have known he would do that."

Y/N probably should have too, but because in hindsight she didn't see why someone like Frank Castle would want to keep in touch with her. She had been useful, nothing more. Next to Karen, beautiful, intelligent Karen who he had known for a long time, Y/N didn't stand a chance.

There was also his family, for whom he had sacrificed everything. If he was only "friends" with Karen, there had to be a reason and that was because he refused to betray his dead wife.

This enchanted parenthesis of a week had been nothing other than a parenthesis.

It was stupid to be so sad for a man she had only seen for a week. And yet, Y/N was sad. So sad that she didn't pay attention to the time while having a drink at Josie's.

No doubt she forgot that despite the presence of Daredevil, Hell's Kitchen remained a dangerous place. Matt couldn't be everywhere.

So it wouldn't have been a surprise when she was followed by two guys, who cornered her in an alley and threatened her with a knife so that she would give them her bag. Then one of them looked at her with a funny look and licked his lips, and she tried to run away.

Before they could touch her, the first one had his head smashed against the wall. The other screamed, trying to defend himself with his knife, but the weapon ended up in his leg, and he was knocked out with a punch.

Slowly so as not to frighten her further, Frank helped her up, checking her for injuries and returning her things.

"Are you alright ?"

"Yes. I was careless."

“Not your fault, sweetheart.”

"I guess we're even now." she tried to joke, while sobbing. Y/N hoped he would think it was because of the shock, and not because she thought she wouldn't see him again afterwards.

This didn't make him laugh. He looked at her with his sad, worried eyes, shyly rubbing her shoulder as he listened to her breathing, waiting for her to calm down.

Then still without a word, he took out his coat to put it on her shoulders before walking her home.

There, he only left her when she was sitting on the sofa, to go get her a glass of water, letting go of it when he was sure she was holding it well, and remaining kneeling on the floor right next to her.

"… Karen said you were angry. Because I didn't call." he whispered, his eyes stopping from staring at her for a second.

"Karen is talking nonsense. I'm a big girl, and you owed me nothing. Nothing at all. I was happy to help you, and stupid to think that… Thanks for saving me. You don't have to stay."

Silence returned, but Frank didn't move. He stayed until she finished her glass, then until she was done shaking and crying, his hand never leaving hers.

But he still didn't move. And in that moment, Y/N wondered if he too had been disappointed when their week together was over.

Maybe Karen was right, he was shy, and he didn't want to put her in danger by staying in contact with her. As stubborn and insufferable as Matthew. And also nice. Why else would he have been there to protect her ?

"It's not a good idea." he suddenly muttered, closing his eyes.

"What ?"

Frank sighed, seeing that she might cry again. He could have left right away, because he didn't think his presence was a good idea, and probably he was right. No doubt it was ridiculous to love the Punisher.

But continuing to mutter, he stood up slightly, pressing his forehead against hers. Now he held both hers hands, looking desperate, opening pleading eyes.

He couldn't stay, but that didn't mean he didn't want to more than anything in the world.

"It's not a good idea." he repeated, however, as if to force himself to move, to remember his course of action, and he was quickly on his feet, ready to leave.

“Frank…”

"No."

“Frank…”

The door was closed as quickly as it had been opened and in an instant Frank was there again, kissing her like a thirsty man who had just found an oasis in the middle of the desert.

But the moment was furtive, almost a mirage, because the soldier quickly shook his head, swearing and saying again that it really wasn't a good idea, before fleeing the apartment.

Y/N could have been mad at him for that. But she was too busy touching hers lips, thinking that if he had kissed her against his principles, maybe Frank Castle loved her enough to come back.

This idea stayed with her, after she received a message just before going to sleep. Simple message, which made her smile.

"I was happy too. You're not stupid. Good night."

Yes, they would probably see each other again. In secret, at times when she wouldn't expect to find him in her apartment. But she was a bit used to Matt, Foggy and Karen. This wouldn't be a problem at all.

#the punisher #frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle imagine #frank castle fanfiction

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greentrickster · 1 day

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For the Great God Airplane AU, this time I've been thinking a bit more about Airplane and Shen Jiu having another, proper meeting after Shang Qinghua's regained his divine memories. Because, while it was... nice to hear that open acceptance, that Shangdi was glad that Shen Jiu managed to become Ninth Road, that even his creator thought the fate he'd written for Shen Jiu was too harsh... the fact remains that he still wrote it. Still allowed it to happen.

(He came down from Heaven and incarnated to witness these long-destined events, and to save the world... but not early enough to save Shen Jiu.)

And that sort of thing leaves questions, especially after having had a bit over ten years to think on it (to stew on it (for, for all that they love him, his heavenly siblings openly love Airplane Shangdi best of all things, so he's never even considered speaking to them on this subject))). And the most important question is simply...

Why?

Why allow this to happen?

If you love this world and its people so much, if you wanted to save them from destruction, why let the events leading to it play out in such a way? Why try and change it as a man instead of an all-powerful god?

Why?

They're sitting in one of An Ding's gardens, near enough Shang Qinghua's leisure house to ensure privacy, but nowhere they ever encountered each other in Ninth Road's first life. Shang Qinghua had been getting a breath of fresh air before his newest Official chose this moment to pop up next to him again, as refined and skittish as a street cat still learning how to trust. And, as the one who created him, Qinghua knows exactly how close to truth that comparison is, and mentally rearranges his schedule to prioritize this discussion before doing his best to answer in a way someone who hasn't been there from the beginning will properly understand. In the end he pulls a book out of his sleeve, holding it in his hands.

"Okay, so, books have a lot of words in them, right? And when you're first writing the book, it's fairly easy to go back and check over what you've written, make changes, correct mistakes. But once- once it's published? And there are people out there reading it, buying their own copies? After that it's- I can edit my own copy as much as I want, and it'll be the most accurate version, because I'm the author, but I can't go and just... edit everyone else's copy as well, you know? Maybe if it was just one or two copies that I gave to friends, but not-not everyone's.

"And this- my story. About you and Luo Binge. 'The Grand Fate of the World,' if you want to use your heavenly siblings' term for it... Imagine that as a book. Not just one book, a whole series of books, a series that's millions of words long, and everything in this world has its own set of them. Like, look," he bends down and scoops up a handful of dust, letting it sift between his fingers to blow away in the breeze once he's upright again. "Every single particle of dust I just picked up? Had the equivalent of its own copy of that story inside it. And it's the same for every speck of dust, every drop of liquid, every sliver of bone, every breath of air, every tiny piece of anything that makes this world. And- and I couldn't go through and edit every single copy of those stories, not even as Shangdi, not without- ...not without taking the world apart into nothing again and completely remaking it.

"And by the time it all started to feel really real to me, more than just a chance to tell a story I'd wanted to write more than anything in my last life, but tell it right this time.... by the time I reached that point, it was- hundreds of years had passed, and- and the world was full of people, real, living people, and I had my Officials, and they were part of this world too, and- and they were all real and I couldn't just... erase them like they were words on a page, you're all full of stories, but you're not just words on a page, you're real people."

He says it with such quiet intensity that it's startling. Ninth Road is so used to seeing Shang Qinghua as slippery, untrustworthy, nervous, perhaps overworked, he's never seen him talk about something he's truly passionate about.

About something he truly cares about.

And it is obvious, in this instant, that Shang Qinghua, that Airplane Shangdi, truly cares about this world and its people. Cares about them more than he has words to properly express, even as a god or a writer.

"And I couldn't fix it as Shangdi," Shang Qinghua continues, oblivious to Ninth Road's musings, "I couldn't- I'm really powerful like that, but for something so big and delicate, it's either scrap the whole project and start over or get right down deep inside and try to fix things from there. And I just- what would be the point of making it all again, if I did just start over? It wouldn't be the same, and this world's kinda a hot mess in a lot of ways, but... that's part of why I like it so much! But I broke it, or set it up to get broken, so... I had to come down and fix it. But then I couldn't do it on my own, so... so I asked for help. And you answered. And Cucumber-bro answered. And... now we're here, and- and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't- I should have done it better right from the beginning, I should have- fuck, thank-you. You saved my world. You saved everyone. You saved me. I'm so glad you're the one who answered when I asked, thank-you."

It's... sincere. Too sincere for one with a face as thin as Ninth Road's, and praise too high for the part he played. "It was Shen Qingqiu who did as you say, not this Official."

Shangdi fucking scoffs at this. "Cucumber-bro may have done the legwork, but he wouldn't have been able to do a damn thing if you hadn't answered my call. And I know you, Ninth Road, I know you didn't actually believe you'd actually get anything for doing what you got asked! Nothing can get done if there's no room to do anything, and you gave it all up to make room. And I'm god and I'm right, so just- just be polite and say 'you're welcome' for once, because I'm an obnoxious little shit and I won't stop thanking until you get that you genuinely did something worth being thanked for! So there!"

...

...there's not a lot you can really say to a rebuttal like that, other than the world's stiffest, most awkward, "You're welcome," to which he gets a big smile, another equally big "Thank-you!", and some free gossip on what stupid things Shang Qinghua's martial siblings have done recently.

It's... kind of nice.

Not nice enough for Ninth Road to feel inclined to inform Airplane that there are technically two Luo Binghes running around in this world now, but still... nice.

(And it's not like he needs to tell him, he'll figure it out for himself.)

(Eventually.)

#great god airplane #shang qinghua #shen jiu #svsss #scum villian self saving system #fanfiction

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concretecultist · 2 days

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Hey! Would you be up for writing Matt smut? Author’s choice on the topic!

I love a little angst so I had to add a little bit of that in here if that was okay!

THIS IS ALL FICTIONAL. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE THEMES.

18+!!!!

Warnings: a lil bit of angst, smut, p in v , oral (f and m receiving) unprotected sex, mentions of crying

A/n: I don’t know how to write short stories so I hope that it’s okay that it’s not a Drabble or anything. Pls reblog if you enjoyed 🥰

~Berry🫐

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“Your job always comes first, I get it,” here you are, once again just hoping Matt would compromise. His visits are always short, he’s always on the road, home doesn’t feel like home anymore.

“Oh come on, don’t say it like that,” Matt was tired of the back and forth too, but there was only so much he could do, the guys were blowing up and this was his job, he can’t abandon that.

“Like what?,” you wanted to hide the tears, you hated for him to see you cry, even after years of being together, crying was something you still felt ashamed about, you were working on that though.

“As if you come second!,”

“Don’t I though?,” with a squint of your eyes you tilt your head in hopes to get your point across, “This job… this life is who you were before you met me and it will always be who you are. It will always come first and I’m not expecting you to completely abandon that responsibility but I have sacrificed to be there for you. I have exceeded my vacation time to fly with you the moment you ask. All I want is a little more time with you than a week every other month,”

There was a silence that filled the air and honestly, there was nothing Matt could really say. You have sacrificed a lot. You’ve pulled late nights at work just to build more PTO to travel with him, you’ve missed out on office parties because he was supposed to be your plus one but something came up to where he couldn’t be there.

But even the traveling with him wasn’t enough.

You wanted something domestic. Something that didn’t involve tight bunk beds, jet lag and itchy hotel towels.

You wanted movie nights in the solace of your own home, bubble baths together, morning walks and home cooked meals. Obviously, you knew what you signed up for but it was getting a little harder to handle now and you just wanted him there.

“So, where do we go from here?,” he was worried to hear you answer. Was this an ideal situation? No. But you were worth it, and when Matt envisions settling down, you’re there. He knows this is hard but he just needs you to hold on a little longer.

“We move forward,” you answer as if it was simple, and really, it was. “This is hard but at least I still get to call you mine at the end of the day. I still get to call you and say I love you and when you are home, I get to feel your warm embrace and enjoy your company. I know this is your dream and you love it so I’m willing to be patient.. All I want is a little more effort,”

“I’ll give it,” he answered quickly, “I’ll give it. I’ll do more, I will try harder because I don’t want to lose you. You’re endgame… I just want to build a life for us and this is the only way I know how,”

You can see the cogs turning in his mind and he’s starting to overthink this. So you’re pulling him on to the bed with you to climb in his lap.

“Listen,” you sigh with a kiss to his cheek, ‘I don’t want to spend the rest of our time arguing about this. There are… other ways we could be spending our time,”

He hears the teasing edge in your tone and he perks up like a curious dog and you love the way the smirk grows on his face.

“Do tell?,”

“I think the best way to let the other know that we missed each other isn’t by going back and forth about it, but by… proving it,”

You remove the hat that has become a daily accessory.

“I know you missed the way I kissed right here,” your tone is dressed with desire when you kiss right under his ear, once the kiss is planted, you feel him shiver, “I know you missed the way I wear your Cannibal Corpse shirt with just a pair of underwear like I am now,”

You would be the death of this man. Being on the road was hard enough but not being able to be intimate with his girl was torture.

So he took control, like he always does and suddenly you feel shy.

Matt was a lover boy and just like you always made sure he felt loved and handsome, he makes sure you feel loved and beautiful. He knows that after so much time spent apart that you begin feel self conscious about showing yourself to him.

His hand makes its way up under the shirt to cup your breasts to feel your nipples harden under his touch.

It never fails. He knows how to melt your worries away with a simple touch.

“I love it when you look at me like,” he beams, his smile was healing, every time he smiled it was like you were floating because it was a smile made for you.

“Like what?,” your eyes are glazed over now, under his spell of casual dominance

“Like I hung the stars in the sky by hand, one by one,” his head dips down to plant kisses all over your stomach, a finger dipping under the waistband of your panties, spreading the wetness that was there for him to devour.

His lips were on your clit in no time, your hands tangling in his hair. It’s like every time he goes down on you, your lungs are pumped full of the freshest air. He always took care of you and he could always tell that was a fact with the way you would call out his name.

“Mattyyyyyy,” he could reel an orgasm out of you in record time, you were his girl and it was only fair that he do just that.

Despite you just cumming around his fingers, he wasn’t ready to withdraw them from you, so he kept moving them in and out of you at a tantalizing pace. He was hypnotized by the way you coated his fingers, like his appendages were a painting but it wasn’t complete until they were coated with a gloss.

“I want to take care of you,” an exhausted voice rings through his ears, pulling him out of his daze.

“You are,” he answered plainly.

Matt was the type of guy to get his rocks off from his girl being well taken care of. He loved it when you took care of him, however, letting him take care of you was indeed, you taking care of him.

“No, I NEED to take care of you,” you sit up and pull away which caused Matt to whine as his fingers were removed from your core, “I spent too long without the weight of you in my mouth. I just wanna take care of you,”

How could he say no when you sound so pretty like that? With that needy pout.

It wasn’t long before you find yourself flat on your stomach in between his legs with his heavy length in your mouth. He was a pretty man but this angle right here? With his head propped up on some pillows, looking down at you with hooded eyes, sweat beading on his forehead, little gasps escaping his pink, parted lips? It was an unmatched view. It was a view that you wanted tattooed on your skin, it was an image worth hanging up on your wall.

“Just like that, baby,” his thumb caressed your cheek while you made a mess in his lap, spit dripping down your chin, pretty doe eyes staring back up at him, if you didn’t stop, he was going to cum and he didn’t want to cum just yet. He’s gone long enough without being inside you and he’ll be damned if he cums anywhere else.

But he wasn’t ready to remove himself from your mouth just yet.

Your tongue circled him so well, you gagged around him so deliciously, the way you made sure to pay his balls some attention while stroking him always had his heels digging into the mattress.

“Baby please,” his plea was a mixture of a whimper and a groan and you knew you had to give him a break. Pulling off of him with a pop, you were back in his lap, lips immediately attaching to his so that he could taste himself off your tongue and you could taste yourself off of his.

You don’t know how much time has passed as you could kiss him forever if you could, but Matt couldn’t handle the feeling of you dripping onto him, he couldn’t handle the pulsing of your core.

You were about to take off the shirt you’re wearing but he stopped you, “Keep it on,” he demanded so sweetly.

“Not to cover you up but, I just like taking you when you wear my clothes,” he was so gentle when flipping you over and lifting the shirt up just enough to reveal your breasts in which he took in his mouth, working up the courage to slide in. He was just so nervous that he would bust embarrassingly quick.

“Mattyyy,” it was a sweet hum, a call to him that he wouldn’t dare ignore.

“I got you, honey,” removing himself from your chest to use one hand to hold the back of your head as he pressed his forehead against yours, and using the other to guide himself into you.

Both of your mouths hung open as he slid in. He breathed in your moan as if to siphon your life force to keep him alive.

Your thighs were wide open, heels resting on his lower back as he built up a pace. He was hitting every spot. It was too good and yet you couldn’t close your eyes because how do you tear them away when he’s staring you directly into your soul?

“Don’t stop,” is all you can say, “Please, please, please,”

He uses his free hand to take one of your legs and push it back until it’s touching your chest. This new angle brings tears to your eyes as it helps him dig deeper until you feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck, I missed you!,” your hands wrap around his neck just needing to feel him under your touch.

“I know, baby. I missed you too,”

The kiss he delivers is packed with need and frustration. He needs you so bad and your circumstances keep this from happening more often, but it also makes these moments so much more fulfilling.

It was so difficult to focus on one sensation that it felt like you were about to crumble into pieces. The feeling of his lips on yours, teeth clashing, feeling him grip your hair at the back of your head, feeling the skin of his forehead on yours. The way he won’t break your eye contact, the feeling of his breathy moans on your lips.

It was pushing you closer to the edge and you couldn’t help the tears from flowing.

Then you have the feeling of his hand tightly gripping the crease of your knee like his life depended on it. But you know it was to keep him grounded so he didn’t cum before you did. Then you have his pelvis grinding onto your clit as he rolled his hips into you. The feeling of his tip nudging your cervix and the length of him hitting every other spot that caused you to tremble in his grasp.

“Matty I think.. it’s too much, I can’t,”

“You’re almost there, baby. You know I got you, you can do it,”

You had no choice but to tighten your grip. Your eyes had no choice but to flutter as he picked up the pace, pelvis slapping against yours when he sat back on his heels to drink in the view of your fucked out face with your breasts on display in his shirt.

“No!, come back, please. Come back, come back,” you really just needed him near. Even with him literally inside of you, he was just too far away.

He understands, he just needed to take a mental picture of how ethereal you look right now.

“I’m right here,” his forehead is on yours once more and his swollen lips are tangling with yours for the umpteenth time tonight.

“You can do it, baby. Can you cum for me? I know it’s a lot but you can do it,”

The way he coaxed you was your undoing.

You didn’t care how loud you were as your orgasm ripped you apart at the seams, taking every ounce of energy, it felt so good you couldn’t help but sob.

“That’s it,” he whispered, “That’s my girl,”

With a few more strokes, due to you throbbing around him, Matt’s resolve unraveled and he was spilling inside of you. Both of you huffing and trying to catch your breath.

He tried to get off of you to clean you up but you wrapped your arms even tighter around his neck and whimpered one simple word.

“No,”

“I have to clean you up,”

“I really just need you close, Matty. Please don’t leave right now. Just stay,”

He could hear the desperation in your voice. It was a sound he hadn’t heard in a while.

For the duration of your relationship, you’d kept a brave face, always keeping in mind that you will see Matt again, that you will hold him and kiss him and laugh with him again.

But tonight the brave face had to be hung up on the wall and it was now time to wear the face of vulnerability.

“Just stay right here, a little longer. Please?,”

How could he say no?

You loved the feeling of him weighing you down because it helped remind you that he was here, that he was real.

Matt made it look easy, to be able to leave and not get emotional. But little did you know, it’s been eating him up inside for ages.

He knew something would have to give.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens smut #matt dierkes x reader #matt dierkes fanfiction #matt dierkes smut #bad omens imagine #bad omens fic

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happy early bday fellow june bday!! not 2 b melodramatic but since it just got super pre-thunderstorm dark outside, can i please request “sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain” for viv/bucky OR your choice if that doesn’t vibe? — @shoshiwrites

kissing in the rain.

thank you friend !! <3 whenever I write these two I roll my eyes. they're gross disgusting married and I need to shake them like maracas. I got a postwar idea for this and ran with it. a little rain never ruined date night. and they have quite a few fond memories associated with rain as we all know. they're so gross and married for real this time

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There’s no means of saving their clothes.

Okay, so Viv is being dramatic — a quick trip to the laundromat will make it alright. But they’re thoroughly soaked: the pale teal of her dress clings to her body like a second skin and droplets turn Bucky’s button-down halfway to translucent. He still puts his jacket around her good naturedly as he yanks her beneath one of the tall oaks off to the side of the beaten path.

Bucky’s strong arm is still wrapped around her waist, keeping her tucked into his side. She still marvels at the way he’s able to make her feel small in a way that doesn’t tear her apart.

His dark curls are weighed down by the rain, flat and sticking to his forehead — blue eyes impossibly dark, lit up only by streetlights. His fingers tap absentmindedly against the curve of her waist. It was still a couple blocks to the car, he’d wanted to see if it would lighten up a little more.

There’s another version of this, one where she presses her face against his back as he bikes like a madman, where he’s singing at the top of his lungs and her laughter is swallowed up by downpour, and she feels herself falling just a little bit in love with the man so insistent on biking her to her hut in that mess. Now, at least, she can say with confidence that she is just that: in love with him. They’ve got the rings to prove it.

Viv looks up at him, and he looks down at her — the tip of his nose bumps her and she snickers.

“Don’t even say it,” he starts out. Viv snickers again, and arches an eyebrow.

“Say what?” Bucky says nothing for a few moments, allowing the downpour to fill up their silences as he continues to tap that nonsensical beat against her skin. Then he lets out a sigh.

“I told you so, about the umbrella.” Viv bites her lip a moment, then raises her brows.

“Well I did.” He pinches her side teasingly, she bats at his chest.

“What’d I just say?” Bucky half-heartedly scolds, looking down at her. Viv giggles, smug as anything as her other arm wraps around his front, meeting the one that was holding onto his shoulder.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“Yeah, right.”

John Egan, in spite of all his impulsive decisions, could be rather meticulous when required of him. He’d handled tonight with care, emphasizing how much he wanted to treat her tonight, for no reason beyond the fact that he could. And he did — brought her flowers and a dress she’d quietly eyed on an errand-run, pressing kisses to her temple and telling her to be ready by six. He took her out to dinner, then dancing.

He’d just forgotten an umbrella, or rather, decided he didn’t need it.

“It’s kinda like England,” she murmurs offhandedly. Bucky smiles a little, humming and nodding as his lips pull into a contemplative pout.

“Just need a sheepskin and those pretty silk shorts,” She bats at his chest at that remark, but his hand is grabbing at hers, keeping it pressed against his chest.

“You and those damn shorts—”

“Can you blame me? You scandalized me.” He teases and Viv scoffs in partial disbelief as he leans down. He’d seen her in much less by this point, but some things he liked to dangle over her head even now. His nose brushes against hers and she gives him a narrow-eyed look.

“I did not,” she defends, and she feels the rumble of the chuckle vibrating through his chest.

“You definitely did. I was respectable before you came along,” Viv snorts, opening her mouth in an attempt to argue, but Bucky’s kissing her before she can get the chance, keeping her hand pressed right up against his hammering heart and pressing his arm against the small of her back until she’s flush against him and her eyes are fluttering shut.

She thinks he may just dip her for the dramatics of it all, her other arm wrapping around his neck and holding onto his broad shoulders as he kisses her — soft lips, the faint taste of wine clinging to him. Any other kiss she’s shared with anybody else has always, will always pale in comparison to this. How the flush creeps up her neck even now, how her tongue pokes out to run across the seam of his mouth and he grunts in reply, but still opens up for her all the same.

They’re a lot of things. Modest isn’t really one of them.

His hand follows the curve of her waist, then lower, still, her shaky breath swallowed by downpour, by his lips stealing breath from her lungs as she opens her eyes to look at him.

“Careful what you start out here, Mrs. Egan,” Bucky mumbles, blue eyes dark, tone teasing. Viv grins at him. There’s something about the way he calls her that — the hand beneath his jacket, against her body, the chill of his wedding band and the gleam of her own. She doesn’t think she could get tired of that.

“Scared I’ll scandalize you?” Bucky kisses her again, briefly.

“Scared I won’t make it two blocks,” he refutes. Bucky looks out at the path. “Think it’s lightening up.”

Viv doesn’t get a chance to say anything — he’s hauling her along like a man on a mission. All she does, just like all she’s ever done, is laugh.

#*poet writes #ch: vivian savorre #ship: viv/bucky #john egan x oc #masters of the air oc #mota oc #john egan fanfiction #Bucky: yk I was a stand up guy before u came along #viv: god i wish i could live in ur delusions they seem so pleasant

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yandere yoojin x reader x platonic yandere Yoo Hyun

A/N: this is not inspired and is kinda long cuz i felt bad for not posting on the scheduled day because, I still have to study. its my first time writing so leave your feedback.

I just wanted to say there are some changes in this story and it doesn't follow the plot line completely because well i needed it to be like that i hope you understand.

Warning: NSFW, Mild Yandere stuff idk

The first time you met Yoojin was before he regressed in a cafe. Y/N forgot her wallet so he decided to be a gentleman and pay for her coffee they sat together and talked, they just clicked. Yoojin wanted to meet he again

The second time he met her was in a dungeon. Being the weakest Yoojin was mistreated a lot, here it wasn't any different either. He was being pushed around beaten up and degraded. That's when he heard the voice, the angelic voice

"Hey!! what do you think you are doin???!!"

He looked up to see her, Y/N L/N a D rank healer, the same person from the cafe, who was busy healing the injured. she was quite famous for her kindness and brutalness. She was running towards them with hardened gaze and a frown on her face

He Found Her

"What is happening her- OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY??." She asked worriedly while casting a healing on him.

"Its nothing, we were just having fun. Right... Yoojin?" some d rank hunter said looking at Yoojin

"Cut the crap, I saw. And we are leaving." Her cold voice sent shivers down the other hunters's spine, as she grabbed Yoojin's hand and started walking away with him.

'Her hand is warm.' he thought while being dragged by the H/Cnette.

That was when the obsession begin.....

Yoojin had created walls around his heart, and never trusted anyone. But you stared to slowly but surely break those walls and make your way into his heart.

You and Yoojin started dating 2 months after the day you saved him.

At the end of the second month Yoojin decided to go meet Yoohyun. And Yoojin and Yoohyun ended up arguing. He came back home and told Y/N everything that happened, and Y/N comforted him by giving little kisses all over his face as he laid on top of he, hugging her tightly. She played with his hair until they both fell asleep.

6 months into dating Y/N had reawakened became an S rank Healer giving her the title 'The Saintess'. This caused rifts between their relationship because Y/N had to constantly accompany S class hunters to dungeons. Yoojin wanted to accompany her but she would refuse saying 'Its too dangerous for you', which would always make him angry causing them to argue constantly. This caused them to break up.....

After a few weeks of the break up Yoojin decided to go in a D rank dungeon.....

But the 3 headed S class monster the Dragon appeared.....

But Yoohyun and Y/N also arrived to save Yoojin

Y/N died protecting both Yoohyun and Yoojin because she knew how much they ment to each other, but Yoohyun also died.

The day Yoojin lost his mind.... And defeated the dragon.

He wished to go back in time through the WISHING STONE

When he woke up he was back at his younger brother's guild, the first thing that came to his mind was Y/N L/N. Her last words

Its fine just stay alive and happy with your brother.... ughh- huuh...I-I love you.......

He sat there for a good minute before Yoohyun entered and he just hugged him tightly

They made up but while talking Yoojin asked Yoo Hyun

"Do you know a hunter named 'Y/N L/N'." he said looking everywhere but his brother's

"Ah yes I think I remember that name, she is a newly awakend healer a D rank if I remember correctly"

'Bingo....' thought Yoojin.

"Invite her to the guild she'll be a great help."

"How do you know her though, big brother?"

"We met at a cafe before and had a small talk, she told me how she couldn't find a guild to work with, she didn't know i was your brother tho...." Yoojin ended while picking up some food and eating it.

"Really are you sure she wasn't pretending?" Said Yoohyun who brought out the rope to tie Yoojin

"Nope, Didn't give her my full name. So she couldn't have known." screech Yoojin while Yoohyun tried to tie him up.

After calming him down.... Yoohyun decided to go and meet Y/N L/N.

After meeting Y/N he finally knew what his brother ment

Y/N L/N was just so kind and warm, like the Sun. Glowing brightly when she smiles..... Wait- DOES HIS BROTHER LIKE HER??!!

Yoohyun straight up asked Y/N if she liked his brother and it was comical

( you are pink and Yoohyun is purple)

Do you like my brother?

Ummm who exactly is your brother if i may ask?

Yoojin, Han Yoojin is my brother.

Umm... aaa.. you- how... huuuuhhh Yes yes i do

I see have a great day then

Yes you too sir.

Y/N said while thinking of digging a whole and burying herself in it .

Yoohyun then left satisfied.

Y/N met Yoojin at a cafe where she forgot her wallet and Yoojin was kind enough to pay for her coffee.

Feeling guilty Y/N decided that she should return the favor since Yoojin was sitting alone. She sat with him and they got along well....

After saying there Goodbyes. Y/N couldn't help but think about Yoojin often. While eating, drinking and even before going to bed. Yoojin occupied her mind 24/7

That's when Y/N realized it was love at first sight..... She had never experienced this it was weird. so she started searching for him, it was harder then expected since she only got his first name.

In amidst of this Y/N awakened. She was on cloud nine, she could finally find him.

After this she encountered Yoohyan, Yoojin's brother. To he delight he was also looking for her!!! She was so happy by this revelation but alo embaressed by how Yoohyan approached her.

Lets just say after meeting Yoojin again and joining The World Edge Guild. It wasn't long before they started dating.

Y/N met Yu Myengwoo, Park Yerim, Peace, Blue and Chirpy.

Safe to say they all turned yandere for you aswell.

Yoojin hated it when you go to dungeons with him or Yoohyun. Can't you see how dangerous Dungeons are. He just wants to protect you. Sure you will become an S Ranked hunter in the future but you're still a D rank right now, its dangerous can't you see?

Yoohyan agrees with his brother, its dangerous for you. You are just so fragile... And he didn't want you to get hurt either because his brother would be sad! He doesn't want either. After all you are his future sister-in-law

But you still continued do accompany them saying you want to be there to heal them if they ae injured. So stubborn, Not talking them if they refuse! God!!! can't you see??!!

The last straw was when Yoojin was in the the dungeon with Noah, his sister Riette, the Jupiter guild's Guild master, Sung Hyunjae, and a few extras. After defeating the Dungeon boss Yoojin getting 'kidnapped' by Riette and while defeating the 'puppet dragon' Vicus Y/N had gotten hurt but not too much, while she was healing all of them Yoojin was using his skill on Vicus and lost conciousness. Y/N lost conciousness with him meeting the Actual Dragon. You suffered with him all the torture just because you couldn't leave him alone.....

After that incident Yoojin had decided it is no longer safe for you to go in dungeons any more but you won't listen, so there is only one way to top you

By getting you pregnant.

You and Yoojin did have sex before but never this rough. He would usually take it slow and deep but this was on another level

Thrusting himself in and out while using his tentecles to hold your hands and legs in place, cumming in you multiple times. but he just couldn't stop thrusting himself in you. Again and again and again, he just kept going .

At this point you were seeing stars, saying incoherent babbles, drooling and that beautiful flushed face. God you were such a beautiful mess in Yoojin's eyes.

He looked at yo stopping for a second to drink the magic potion, He couldn't take his eyes off you. Your whole body filled with hickeys and bite marks, marked by him.

He then slowly pulled, His cum along with yours gushing out of your pussy, but was quickly plugged by the tentecle.

You have never felt this much pleasure in your life. After being fucked till almost sunrise, you finally passed out. Yoojin looked at the beautiful sight beside him. He just knew you would be pregnant.

He was right. You missed your period this month and decided to take the test.

It was positive. You immediately scheduled a doctor's appointment to confirm. You went there alone because you were scared of what will be Yoojin's and other's reaction if you were actually pregnant.

The doctor confirmed you indeed were pregnant. You didn't know how to feel about this. On one hand you were happy to start a family with Yoojin but on the other hand you were scared.

You went home and decided to tell Yoojin first. He was chilling on the couch with Peace and chirpy when suddenly, Peace jumped on your lap and started to cuddle your stomach.

(you are pink and yoojin is blue)

Yoojin can we talk?

Of cource Darling. Is something wrong?

I'm...I'--m ..I'm

Yes??

I'M PEGNANT

Huh....Huh HUUUUHHHH??!!?!?! OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!! Y/N you just made me the happiest man in the world .... *sniff* *sniff*

So you aren't mad?

Of course not! what made you think that?

i just thought you wanted to wait....

I love you and i'll love the little one too

With that you both decided to tell Yoohyan next by giving him a small onesie saying "You Are Going To Be An Uncle". He cried huging you and Yoojin both saying 'Thank you' again and again.

Everyone was happy from the news.

If you thought there protectiveness was bad before, its worse now. You have to be accompanied by someone everywhere you go, even in the bathroom.

Its for your safety and the safety of the unborn child.......

Well you aren't complaining because everything is under your feet. If you want the world, they will give it to you on a gold platter.

So what is there to complain?

The funny part? You don't even realize the fact that you are being isolated. That's how good Yoojin is at manipulating you. To the point he had made you believe that you staying home is a good thing.

Just greet them with a smile when they return from mission/dungeons.

That's all you need to do......

A/N: OH MY GOD FINALLYYY!!!!! leave a comment bout how good it was since it was my first time writing. if you have any requests feel free to Dm me here.

Hope You Enjoy.

#akineedshelp #manhwa x you #manhwa #x reader #yandere x reader #yoojin x reader #the s classes that i raised #manhwa x reader #han yoojin #han yoohyun #my s class hunters

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