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12 with olivia benson please!

Words: 2550 Remember when I said these were gonna be drabbles… also Nick, Rafael, Mike & Kat are in this because I love them all thx for coming to my ted talk

‘how is my wife more badass than me?’

You groaned as you rolled over to Liv’s side of the bed to turn the blaring alarm off. It took a lot of effort and tries but you eventually managed to turn it off with a huff. You wrapped the blanket around you, closed your eyes and snuggled into Liv’s pillow. You peeped an eye open when you heard Liv chuckle.

“What” you mumbled

“You are just adorable” Liv smiled from the doorway to your bathroom

“Why are you out of bed?” you whined rolling onto you back

“Because although it is your day off my love, it is not mine” Liv said and headed back into the bathroom to continue getting ready.

“But the alarm only just went off. If I’m going to be woken up early on my day off a mere five hours after getting home from my shift, I should get cuddles” you demanded. “I’m not joking” you said as Liv laughed at you. You sat up slightly when you noticed your bedroom door slowly open “here’s my cuddles”

“y/n” Noah ran up and jumped onto the bed and got straight into your arms

“Hello sweet boy, how do you have so much energy at 6 in the morning” you grinned smothering his face with kisses. Noah’s laugh had to up there as one of your favourite sounds, so pure, so innocent. Liv leant against the door frame and watched the two of you together. She had been so nervous when the two of you had started dating about how Noah would take to you, but from the moment he met you, he was glued to your side and you were wrapped around his little finger. Even now, two years into your marriage and nothing had changed.

“See this could have been all yours but now Noah gets all the cuddles” you squeezed him a little tighter making him giggle.

“Alright you two” Liv playfully rolled eyes “Come on Noah let’s get you ready for school before Lucy gets here”

“Nooooo”

“Yesssss” Liv teased him

“But I wanna stay with y/n”

“I can get him ready” you said with a yawn

“The only thing you are going to do is go back to sleep” Liv said

“But-“

“No buts. You didn’t get home until 1am you need to sleep my love” Liv pecked your lips and reached out to Noah, who just snuggled into you “Noah” he whined again. Your schedule had been all over the place lately. You had been doing doubles and night shifts for the last few weeks, you had barely seen Liv let alone Noah, it was no wonder he was clinging to you

“Go on sweet boy, I promise I’ll be there to pick you up after school” you kissed his forehead

“Promise?” He asked holding his pinkie up. You wrapped yours around his.

“Pinkie promise. 3 o’clock. I’ll be there” with the promise of seeing you later agreed on Noah left.

“Get some sleep my love” Liv smiled kissing you again before turning off the lights leaving you to catch up some much-needed rest.

When you woke up again it was nearly 11am. You jumped up pottered around the house, cleaning up Noah’s toys, putting away any dishes and things that were lying around and doing some laundry. These were your favourite type of days, where you just chilled at home, cleaned and were able to do things at your own pace.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Captain” you grinned, answering your phone

“Do I need a reason to call my wife?” Liv asked. You could basically hear her rolling her eyes.

“No, but it is out of the ordinary”

“What are you doing?” Liv asked, changing the subject

“Just about to leave actually, going to meet Jas for lunch at the café down the street. Even put on jeans for the occasion” You locked the door as you headed out to meet your friend.

“Wow fancy…” she trailed off and you could hear her talking to Sonny and Amanda

“How busy are you today?” you asked when you heard her lift her phone back to her ear

“You don’t even want to know… that’s why I called I doubt I’ll be home for dinner”

“It’s okay- “

“No, it's not” Liv cut you off with a frustrated sigh “I need to be home more, I need to spend more time with you and Noah and- “

“And you need to work. Because it’s what you love, because you are helping the people that need it. You are a good police officer, the best actually. Noah and I can handle a few late nights. Besides Noah needs something to be mad about when he’s a teenager” you joked. You smiled as you heard Liv chuckle a little. You hated how much pressure put on herself to be perfect at everything.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Liv asked

“Once or twice but I’ll never grow tired of hearing it”

“I love you”

“I love you too, I’ll see you when I’m looking at you, be safe”

“Always”

“You know you have a stupid look on your face” your friend and co-worker Jas said as you met out the front of the café while hanging up the phone

“It’s called love, you should try it sometime” you teased

“No thank you” Jas replied with a laugh. The two of you sat in the busy café and caught up on everything outside of work. Jas told you about one of the many guys she had on the go at the moment, you gushed about Liv and Noah.

“I mean seriously if I could I’d shove my foot where the sun doesn’t shine” Jas huffed bitching about one of your co-workers.

“I should probably go, need to run a couple of errands before I pick up Noah” You looked at your phone double-checking the time, an hour before you had to get Noah. You and Jas went to stand up when all hell broke loose. Everything changed in a split second. One moment you were sitting there with your friend having an amazing day and the next you were hiding under a table as a man held the café at gunpoint.

“NOBODY MOVE” he screamed turning in a circle with his gun pointed and ready to shoot. “NO ONE MOVES NO ONE CALLS THE COPS” You slowly and quietly got your phone out.

“What are you doing?” Jas whispered, her voice shaking in fear “did you not just hear him?”

“There’s no way I’m not texting Liv” you huffed

Liv sighed as she waited for the coffee machine to brew a new jug. Her eyes felt like they were going to fall out after all the paperwork she had been doing all day. All her detectives had been out either talking to victims or following leads so all she had done today was sit at her desk and do paperwork and reply to emails. Picking up her cup, Liv headed back out to the squad room as she heard everyone return. As Amanda was filling everyone in on the lead that she and Sonny had been following when everyone’s phone buzzed, and officers began moving.

“Café being held at gunpoint” Fin frowned

“Unknown gunman, unknown reason” Kat read from her phone

“I wonder which one” Sonny thought aloud

“Café 98” Liv almost threw her coffee on the nearest desk running into her office to grab her gun and badge.

“How do you know?” Fin asked

“Y/n is there”

Half an hour had passed, you could now hear the sirens of police officers in the distance, Liv responded and told you she was on the way and it was going to be okay. It was only words, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel better. The gunman was shouting at the café workers, blaming them for everyone being taken hostage because they didn’t give him money. You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm. The café phone rang, then again and again.

“Someone shut that fucking phone up!” the man yelled

“It’s going to keep ringing” your mouth said before your mind could stop you

“What was that bitch?” He started moving towards you. You slowly stood up, hands in the air.

“The p-phone. It’s the police. They want to talk, and they are going to keep calling until you answer” you stuttered, your confidence slowly falling.

“How would you know?” He sneered “you a cop?”

“No!” you quickly exclaimed “uh no I’m not but I am married to one. My wife is the captain at the 16th” you pulled your phone out of your pocket to show him your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Liv – her in her uniform - when she promoted to captain.

“You answer it then” he motioned with the gun towards the phone. You slowly walked over to the counter, focused on the man and the gun and picked up the phone.

“Hello” you said

“Hello, this is Captain Mike Dodds who is this?” you breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar voice.

Olivia jumped out of the car at the scene, almost before Fin had actually stopped the car. It was chaos. Uniforms were holding back the public as well as journalists. There were lights flashing and being screaming. Olivia could hear people asking if it was a terrorist attack but right now, she didn’t care about motive, all she wanted was to get you out of there. Flashing her badge, she and the rest of the squad were let through and they headed towards ground zero.

“Who’s in charge?” Liv asked a nearby uni who pointed her in the direction. She had a small smile when she saw Mike and Nick hunched over a table. “Captain Dodds, Sargant Amaro”

“Liv” the pair frowned “what are you guys doing here? This is major crimes’ not svu”

“y/n is in there” Fin said

“So what do you know?” Liv asked

“Not a lot. No contact has been made yet. We’re about to try again” Nick said as Mike lifted the phone to his ear.

“Hello, this is Captain Mike Dodds who is this?” Mike asked, his eyes met Liv and he quickly put the phone onto speaker. “y/n is anyone hurt?

“No, no one is hurt. There’s probably about 30 of us in here” hearing your voice was music to Liv’s ears. Mike asked you a few more questions, not that you were able to give him much more information.

“Mike, I need you to tell Liv someone has to get Noah, I was supposed to pick him up from school and he’s going to be so upset if I’m not there” Liv turned to her squad, she hadn’t even thought of Noah.

“I’m on it” Sonny nodded pulling his phone out and moving away from everyone.

The fact that Mike was the person on the other end of the line made you a little less anxious. You tried to give him as much info as possible, but the gunman was not giving you anything, he wouldn’t even tell them what he wanted.

“Mike, I need you to tell Liv someone has to get Noah, I was supposed to pick him up from school and he’s going to be so upset if I’m not there and-“

“Alright that’s enough” the gunman grabbed the phone out of your hand and hung up. You quickly moved back to your spot under the table. The gunman was growing anxious, pacing around the room, it was clear he didn’t have a plan.

“There’s a back door” Jas whispered “a few of us could get out”

“I’ll distract him”

“I think Liv would kill me if I left you in here” Jas huffed

“If you get out the police can get it, she’ll live with it” you slowly stood back up “you should really stay away from the windows”

“What?” the man spat at you

“The police, they’ll be looking for a spot for a sniper to take you out” you walked towards him, moving around so he kept his eyes on you. Jas and a couple others started to creep towards the door. You were racking your brain trying to remember everything Liv had ever told you about hostage situations.

“Shouldn’t you stay away from the windows to then?”

“My wife’s a cop. You don’t think she’s out there?” you chuckled “And the guy on the phone before? He was her number 2 not too long ago, he got promoted not too long before my wife, he goes to my son’s dance recitals, he’s not gonna let anything happen to me. I doubt there is an officer that doesn’t know what I look like. They aren’t going to shoot me, but they will shoot you” your eyes swept the room quickly, Jas was out.

“Then maybe I should just shoot you” he held the gun to your face. You held your breath and closed your eyes. You thought of Liv and Noah and how much you loved them. Suddenly the back door opened and your eyes shot open.

“NYPD!” the gunman’s attention turned to the police officers, then, without thinking you grabbed the gun and his arm, flipping him to the ground. You quickly ripped the gun from his hand and took it apart.

“Seems you learnt some tricks over the years” Mike grinned coming up to you as one of the other officers handcuffed the man. You wrapped your arms around him and relaxed, you were okay, everyone was okay.

“She’s out there right?” you needed your wife right now

“did you expect her to be anywhere else?” Nick smirked joining you and Mike. He wrapped his arm around you too “took almost everyone to keep her from busting through the door herself” you grinned at that. Classic Liv. Mike and Nick lead you out the front door of the café. The moment you stepped out you found Liv. She was standing with Jas and the rest of the squad. Her eyes locked with yours and you thought you were going to start crying. The two of you ran to each other, throwing your arms around the other.

“Oh my love” Liv squeezed you “are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay” you whisper into her neck

“She’s more than okay” Mike said, you pulled back from Liv’s arms. The rest of the squad joined you. “not only did she distract him to get those guys out, when we came in she grabbed his gun and disarmed him”

“Nice” Kat grinned, clearly impressed

“How is my wife more badass than me?” Liv grinned and kissed your forehead

“Learnt from the best” you responded “Noah…”

“All covered, Raf’s got him” Sonny said “He’s no y/n but I’m sure Noah was just as excited to see Uncle Rafa”

“Probably more” you laughed, you grabbed Liv’s hand and squeezed “Let’s go see our son”

“Anything you want my love” Liv kissed your lips “I’m so proud of you”

#law and order svu #law and order svu imagines #law and order fanfic #Olivia Benson #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson imagine #olivia benson fanfic

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quazartranslates · 3 years

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH22

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Chapter 22: Star Death Reality Show (V)

What was happening? Feeling as though he was blindfolded, Qi Leren and He Yi looked at each other nervously.

"Mark? Are you all right?" He Yi also asked loudly.

There was still no sound in the room.

"Let's go in and have a look," He Yi said nervously.

Qi Leren's heart beat faster. According to the routine in horror games, the loud noise just now was likely an indication of danger, suggesting that Mark had met some big trouble inside.

Had he met the monster? Qi Leren became suspicious. From the task background’s information, he clearly knew that the monster in the "glowing stone" had hatched by this time, although he wasn’t sure whether this monster was a simple and rude physical attack type or a parasitic type like an alien. If it was the former, it would very likely eat people, and its target...

Qi Leren pulled out the knife assigned by the program company and said to He Yi: "Okay."

He Yi looked at the knife in his hand in surprise: "...Do you need a knife?"

Qi Leren was dazed and realized that he had overreacted a little. To an NPC, this copy task was just an ordinary reality show. They didn't know what they were going to face and they were unprepared for it.

"Be prepared." With a straight face and posing as an experienced leader, Qi Leren boldly pushed open the door, as there was no warning from [Rain-Day Laundry] in his card slot.

Mark had fallen not far from the door. There was no blood on the ground. Instead, there was a fallen bookshelf, from which a large stack of objects such as vases and books had fallen to the ground, along with the axe. Obviously, when the black man had come in he had stumbled and knocked over the bookshelf. He was probably hit on the head by something, shed a little blood, and suddenly fainted.

Qi Leren breathed through the corners of his mouth, put the knife back into the sheath as if nothing had happened, and leaned over and lifted the man up: "Come and give a hand."

He Yi also came to help, and the two men lifted the upper body and the lower body, and reluctantly put the big black uncle on the bed.

"Now what? They’re still waiting for us, " He Yi said.

Regardless of the obvious inhumanity of leaving someone unconscious aside, Qi Leren thought for a moment: "Well, you look after Mark here, I will take the axe over, and then I’ll call Dr. Lu... Er, I mean Lu Cangshu."

He Yi smiled: "I know, I heard that his dream is to be a doctor, so his nickname is Dr. Lu."　

It seems that this copy world has also automatically filled in some settings, Qi Leren thought.

The two reached an agreement and Qi Leren took the axe and walked out of Annie's house, walking towards Jing Siyu’s house. Walking halfway, Qi Leren suddenly remembered what He Yi seemed to be about to say to him before Mark's accident. He had said that he’d seen something in the middle of the night...

Qi Leren looked back at the church in the middle of the village. Could it be related to the glowing stone inside?

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When he returned to the house Jing Siyu was staying in, the group of people were waiting anxiously for him in this narrow room. Xue Jiahui saw Qi Leren coming back alone and couldn't help but ask: "Where’s He Yi?"

"He Yi didn't come back with you?" Lara also asked.

Poor Mark was forgotten by the girls because he wasn’t handsome. Qi Leren felt deeply in his heart that this was really a world where looks were most important.

"Mark fell and fainted. He Yi is looking after him. I decided to bring the axe first." Qi Leren handed the axe to his teammate Du Yue, giving him a chance to show his skills.

Du Yue took the axe, smiled at Qi Leren, and began to split the wooden trap door. The dust on the carpet flew up, and several of the women ran out covering their noses, unable to stand the dust. Annie was the worst. She coughed wildly and rushed out without looking back. He could still hear her heavy coughing from afar.

"She’s not allergic to dust, is she?" Out of occupational sensitivity, Dr. Lu felt that her cough didn’t seem to be choking, but rather an allergic reaction. "We don't have antihistamine drugs here."

"It won’t be a serious allergy. We’ve all received physical examinations to detect allergens, and at most it is mild allergies," Francis said calmly.

"It'd better be..." Dr. Lu muttered.

"Let's go and see Mark later," Qi Leren said to Dr. Lu.

"Oh, okay," Dr. Lu readily agreed.

Du Yue, an honest boy, worked hard and diligently. He chopped the trap door to the basement a few times, revealing the dark environment below, which gave off a sense of dread.

The ladies were outside, Mark and He Yi were not there, and there were only Francis, Alex, and Qi Leren in the room, a total of five people.

Dr. Lu, who knew the routine well, had no choice but to help: "Well, it seems that we have to go down and look. Who will go down first?"

"I'll do it." Francis stood up.

Alex was one step late and curled his lips. "I'm the second."

After a little reflection, Qi Leren turned to Dr. Lu and said, "It's enough for the three of us to go in and have a look. You and Du Yue wait outside, then go to see Mark when we’re sure that Jing Siyu is okay."

"Alright."

Francis illuminated the basement with a flashlight. The entrance was very humble, with the ladder that led down only made of wood. Immediately after Francis went down, he found Jing Siyu passed out at the bottom of the ladder, and the three people joined forces to get her up.

The group of women also came back from the outside covering their noses and gathered around Jing Siyu to check the situation. Only Qi Leren and Francis were still in the basement, shining flashlights to check the situation there.

"I thought it should be a basement where sundries were placed, but it turned out to be like a laboratory," Qi Leren said curiously.

The same was true of Francis. The two were puzzled by the white-painted basement: "Maybe the owner was a researcher?"

This basement wasn’t big, only 20-30 square meters. The ground was made of cement, the walls were painted white, and all the walls were covered with bookshelves and lockers, with a pile of books and unrecognizable organ specimens. Qi Leren tried to read them, but the words above were all unfamiliar characters—obviously this was the language of this civilization, and the "alien" Qi Leren couldn't understand it.

There were also a lot of materials on the desk, which Qi Leren turned over thickly and couldn't understand. He opened the drawer and checked it, but there were no items like keys.

"Does the program know that there’s a basement in this house?" Qi Leren asked.

"I'm afraid I don't know. They said that it took only three days to sweep the village and arrange the fixed cameras. They couldn’t have been too careful," Francis said calmly.

"Right." Qi Leren looked thoughtfully at the family photos on the desk. The intelligent creatures on this planet looked very similar to them, with two eyes, one nose, one mouth, and no superhuman powers, so one could hardly tell the difference between them and this group of contestants.

"Hey, Francis and Qi, aren't you coming up yet?" Lara shouted from the entrance of the basement.

"Coming!" The two people who didn't find anything in particular gave up, grabbed the flashlights, and climbed out of the basement.

Just as everyone climbed out of the basement, there was a dull boom in the distance, like the sound of an avalanche. Several people were shocked and ran out to check. The women outside the door looked in the direction of the church in doubt: "Did something explode in that direction?"

"Did the church collapse from not being maintained for so many years?" Lara asked.

"I don't know, it was somewhere to the north either way," Xue Jiahui said. "Let’s go see He Yi and Mark later and ask them which direction the sound came from."

Jing Siyu was still unconscious, so they didn't trust to leave her alone in the house. Instead they moved her to Jing Sixue's house and asked her sister to look after her, while the rest went to visit Mark.

Qi Leren winked at Dr. Lu. Dr. Lu ran to Qi Leren and whispered, "Did you find anything?"

"I feel like there’s something wrong with the basement in Jing Siyu’s house. Go back and call Du Yue to have a look. You search carefully to see if there’s anything," Qi Leren said.

"Leave it to me!" Dr. Lu the treasure hunter said confidently.

The rest of the people walked towards Annie's house, and when they passed the church they made a special check and found that there was no place that had collapsed or looked damaged.

Further north was Annie's house. The group of people walked through snow and squeezed into the house. Qi Leren knew where to go, leading everyone to the room where Mark was lying. The door was open, but there was no sound.

Qi Leren suddenly slowed down: "He Yi? Mark?"

No one answered him. There was no one in that room.

"What's the matter? Weren’t those two here just now?" Janet asked exaggeratedly.

"Yes, Mark was knocked out by the shelf by the door, so He Yi and I carried him to the bed in this room. He Yi was looking after him. I brought the axe first... Did Mark wake up? Maybe they went out to find us but went the wrong way?" Qi Leren guessed.

"Impossible, they’re still in this room," Lara suddenly said.

Everyone was shocked by Lara's words and looked at her.

This female star with short hair and a heroic spirit had sharp eyes, and her eyes swept across everyone's faces: "It snowed in the middle of the night yesterday, and a new layer of snow was deposited on the ground. I have a habit of looking at the footprints in the snow. I paid attention to them when I came here just now. Before this group of ours came, there were five sets of footprints in front of Annie's house—those left by Annie when she left in the morning, those left by Qi Leren, He Yi, and Mark when they came to take the axe, and those left by Qi Leren when he left. Only these five sets, no more footprints, do you understand what I mean? Mark and He Yi didn’t leave the house. They’re still here."

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perahn · 4 years

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Palliative Nursing

One of my patients died today.

I first met Arthur a couple of months ago. I’m a community and palliative nurse primarily, but I was covering a shift on the ward. He’d been transferred over from another hospital. I never really worked out why, since he was only coming in overnight before being discharged home.

When I came in, his wife Anne was trying to comfort him. He had only received his diagnosis recently – prostate cancer, which had spread to his bones and his brain – and he desperately wanted to go home. He was also frustrated to the point of tears at the way his body had betrayed him. He had been strong and independent, and now he was tired and weak. The struggle to find the words he wanted left long gaps in his speech, and so often neither Anne nor I could help.

He wanted to die. He wanted – he could convey that much – to leave the world ‘with dignity’; if it was time for him to go, he wanted to go. And Anne sat there, and tried to soothe and calm him. He wanted euthanasia, and he could not have it, and I was never sure whether she wanted that for him, or if she wanted to hold onto him as long as she could.

The next time I saw him, he was home again. They’d been in the process of selling their house and downsizing, but Anne cancelled it. So Arthur came home to a warm, sunlit room with an en suite, and they moved their bed down into it. He was a different man when I saw him at home. The words that had deserted him in hospital came more easily, and he smiled, and he could enjoy food again. By about my third or fourth visit – I was seeing him twice a week at that stage, just making sure he had everything he needed to be comfortable at home – he was telling Anne it was a pity all their sons were married and he couldn’t have me in the family.

He had time and support. His daughter Eden moved in for a while; his son and grandchildren live next door. The weather turned warmer, and he sat out in the garden. The family gathered around him, and they took a photo. He was, for the most part, free of pain. You don’t expect that once it gets into the bones, but I am grateful for it.

There is a distance, and there has to be. You aren’t there for every step of the journey, and you come into it as a stranger. Anne woke every time he did, and walked him to the toilet. She coaxed him to eat, helped him use the walker, rubbed ointment into his swelling legs and reminded him to elevate them. She nursed him, and so did Eden. I… stepped in for the other parts. The paperwork. The questions you never think about until someone you love is dying. How do you, and what if, and when, and what do we do about -?

There were changes, last week. Words began to slip away again, and sitting up grew harder. I asked Anne if they wanted a bedside commode for him, so she didn’t have to walk him all the way to the toilet three times a night. She said no, that the exercise was good for him, and they were managing. Then she rang the next day, told me he’d slipped while trying to sit on the toilet, and maybe they’d better have one after all. So my boss Sam and I got one out to their house on Friday. Eden followed me out to the car. She didn’t want to ask in front of Anne, but what needed to happen if, or when, Arthur died? Who did they call, what did they do about his body?

It was a long weekend, and we had the Monday off. Anne rang Tuesday morning. Arthur had significantly deteriorated over the weekend, she told us. She and Eden couldn’t get him up, and they’d been nursing him in bed. His painkillers didn’t seem to be helping as much, because he was restless, turning in bed and plucking at his clothes. My boss covered two of my patients so I could go see Arthur as soon as possible.

Anne was curled up beside him in their bed. Other family members were gathered around, and one of them left the bedside so I could go talk to him. “Here’s Katherine,” Anne said, and Arthur opened his eyes and reached out his hand. He tried to say something as I took and held it. I know he recognised me, even if I couldn’t understand what he wanted to say.

Later I came back with a syringe driver. We use these a lot in palliative care: little machines that very slowly administer a dose into the subcutaneous tissue over 24 hours. Usually, like this one, they’re loaded with morphine, for the pain; midazolam, for agitation and the restlessness that comes over the body in dying; and metoclopramide, for the nausea the morphine can cause. They’re smaller, simpler, and less invasive than an IV line, or repeatedly sticking someone with needles. Arthur didn’t even flinch as I put the first line in, or the second one. The second one is for top-up doses; I used it immediately to give him a loading dose, then taught Eden and her brother how to access it if they needed to give him more pain relief. I left an envelope with the verification of death form at the house.

I left the house not long before seven pm. According to the roster, I’d been supposed to finish at 4:30. That was all right.

The syringe driver runs over 24 hours, but I stopped in to see Arthur and his family around 11am. Arthur was lying on his side. Eden had needed to give him some extra, and so had Anne, but on the whole he’d had a good night, they told me. He didn’t respond this time, although he called out hoarsely a few times. I gave him another top-up, and told Anne I’d be back to change the syringe driver once I’d spoken to the doctor.

I discussed how much top-up Arthur had needed with the doctor, and then one of the other nurses made up the new syringe with me, and my boss covered a patient appointment I had, and I went out to Arthur around 2pm.

Eden was in the front room, continuing to work from home; Anne was on the lounge with a laptop. Arthur had been so peaceful and quiet, she thought she’d get the laundry and a few other things done. Anne and I went in, and she told him I was here to change the medicine, and she’d help him roll over so I could reach. She reached out and touched him, and then she turned to look at me.

“He isn’t-” and she backed away.

I checked the carotid artery.

“I’m sorry,” I said to Anne. “He’s gone.”

And then I held her as she wept.

She was so devastated. She hadn’t been there for him as he died. He’d been alone and she’d been sitting outside, and she hadn’t known.

And it doesn’t matter how many hours she lay beside him, how poorly she slept, half-listening and ready to help the moment he stirred, night after night, the literal around-the-clock nursing she gave him, the long years they lived together. It doesn’t matter how hard, physically and emotionally, it is to support someone you love dying at home, how much she and Eden had gladly sacrificed to give him what he wanted. It doesn’t matter how many people do die alone, waiting for the moment everyone’s back is turned to slip away in privacy. None of that softens the pain, not in a moment like that.

I pray they will eventually.

I got Eden for her, slipped out to the car to get what I needed, and to give them time to themselves.

They had him cuddled between the two of them when I came back, and eventually they chose to leave the room so I could do the necessary things.

I rolled him onto his back, heard the faint groans. Wiped his mouth and crusted eyelids. Removed the lines I’d put in yesterday, straightened his shirt. I was talking to him, every step. It’s just something you find yourself doing. “Sorry, Arthur. I’ve just got to roll you over and get these lines out. I’m sorry if this hurts...”

It’s… not an easy thing, verifying a death. I had thought he was dead the moment I came into the room, and I’d checked for a pulse. Even so, part of you almost refuses to be sure. His hands were so cold, but his throat was still warm. I couldn’t feel a pulse, but maybe that just meant I was doing it wrong (I knew I wasn’t, but what if? What if I had hurt these people so much, and I was wrong, and I had to go tell them he was still alive, and however would they cope with that?) I put a stethoscope to his unmoving chest and listened for a heartbeat, or for breath. I couldn’t hear anything, but I was breathing very loudly myself in my mask – would I hear it? Wasn’t his chest moving, just the tiniest bit? I had to rub his sternum very hard to see if there was any movement away from the stimulus, and I apologised.

Then I lifted his eyelids. ‘Fixed and dilated pupils’ is what the form says, clinical terminology that is accurate as far as it goes. What it means is that you look into those eyes, and they are still and glassy, and the soul behind them is gone.

I could doubt the rest of the tests. Not that one.

I went out, told them I was finished. We talked; I told them what an amazing job they’d done, how proud they should be, all the things that don’t mean anything to them right at the moment, but might later. I stepped into another room to ring the doctor and let her know. I filled out the verification of death form and hid it away in a plain white envelope. Eden rang her brother, and again we went over the final things to be done. Here’s the form. Ring the funeral directors when you’re ready for them to come pick Arthur up. There’s no rush. Call anyone else you think will want to come say goodbye. Give yourselves as much time as you need.

Eden’s brother arrived. She’d sent him a text to come over, but hadn’t wanted to say why. So he came striding in with a cheery ‘hello’, and Eden said ‘He’s gone’, and she choked, and he crumpled. He went softly into the room where Anne was lying beside Arthur, stroking his face and murmuring to him. Too softly; he touched Anne’s arm and she jumped.

Clearly despite herself, Eden laughed.

“I thought for a moment,” Anne said, “that he’d fooled us all. That he was just pretending.”

Which hurt, and still hurts, and I shall remember.

When I left them, it was with the three of them clustered around the bed, the son trying not to cry. They didn’t need me, but I’d drop by in a couple of days if they wanted, I said quietly.

Anne would like that, she told me, and she thanked me for all I’d done. That Arthur had always been glad to see me. “He had his favourite nurse,” she added. “Beautiful Katherine, he said.”

I don’t understand the depth of grace that lets you say something like that in the midst of such terrible grief, but I shall remember that, too.

The last time I made a post a bit like this, I had a little bit of a moral to share. I don’t, this time. I am writing because it helps me process, and I shared it because…well, I still think we need to talk about dying, I suppose, and this is a way to add to the conversation. Because it is such an honour and extraordinary privilege to be a palliative nurse. Because some of you might, like my patients and their families, have questions you don’t know how to ask. Because it touched me, and it might do the same for you. Because love and grief and service to each other are such essential parts of our humanity.

Eternal rest grant unto him, o Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

#nursing #personal #palliative care #tw: death #tw: dying #disclaimer: all names changed

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eyeless-cunt · 4 years

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I’m a jack of all trades, master of none, would you care to see this Eyeless Jack x reader I’m working on?

Witness Protection

Chapter 1

The putrid scent of gas filled his nostrils, making him scrunch his nose in disgust. He always hated the highway, the loud noises, the smell of oil and the lack of trees to keep the sun out of his eyes. But as much as he hated it, he needed to be here. His next exit was almost thirty minutes away. His hands gripped the wheel, to the point that if his hands were of normal color, his knuckles would’ve gone white. He merged over to a new lane, where he would stay for the next half an hour. His gaze never wavered from what was in front of him, as usual. It was best if he didn’t look around, his large hood did well to hide the strange abnormalities that adorned his face when looked at from the side, but even a slight turn of his head would reveal his unfortunate features. His mask sat in the passenger seat, abandoned until he found a place to stay so that he could rest. Just because he was nocturnal doesn’t mean he could stay up all night. Typically, he’d hunt what he needed for the week and then head home where he could bunker down and sleep. He couldn’t do that now. The truck he drove was old and uncomfortable, and the last time he tried to sleep in it, he woke up sore in the back and with a kinked neck. He shuddered at the thought of sleeping in the clunky old thing again.

He swore his heart leapt when the exit ramp came into view. He could finally get off this godforsaken road. He turned off and drove onto the exit ramp, sighing as his senses cleared slightly. His’ eyes’ and such were still burning from all of the exhaust fumes. It was relieving that it was a short five minutes to get to the hotel from here. Five minutes passed and the hotel building came into view, its many windows bouncing light off of them and possibly blinding people below. Swiftly, he pulled into the parking lot and parked in one of the spaces. The engine’s noise died as he yanked the key out of the ignition and he leaned back in the seat. He shut his ‘eyes’, eyelids falling over empty space. It didn’t really bother him, he’d been without eyes for over a decade now. A heavy sigh left his lips and he opened his eyelids again, reaching over to the glove box and pulling out a large bottle of pills. Popping the cover off, he dumped one on his hand and took it dry, closing the plastic container and tossing it haphazardly into his backpack. He slumped in his seat and took a few deep breaths.

30 minutes pass of him just leaning back in his seat, eyes closed and breathing deeply. When he opened his eyes, the sun was slowly sinking. He brought his hands to his face and rubbed the corners of his eye sockets. Reaching up, he lowered the visor and looked at his appearance in the small mirror embedded inside. The man that stared back at him was unfamiliar. It’d been so long since he’d actually seen what he used to look like. He turned his head in different directions to make sure that all traces of grey had disappeared. Satisfied with the effectiveness of the pill, he crammed his mask into his bag and slung it over his shoulder, hopping out of the truck. He slammed the door shut and strolled to the entrance, throwing on a peaceful expression. The automatic doors whirred as they moved out of the way for him to step through. His footsteps fell silent on the carpeted floor, the rubber soles of his sneakers making no noise at all.

“Excuse me?” the lady at the front jumped in surprise. He forced himself to chuckle lightly. ‘Just act normal’ was all he told himself when it came to these things.

“Ah, yes, sorry, can I help you?” she apologized, looking up at his tall figure.

“Yep, Jack Nyras, checking in,” she nodded and he leaned on the counter, eyeing her slightly. ‘Too thin’ he thought, grimacing internally.

“Sir?” he looked her in the eyes, forgetting to put on the look he had before, leaving him with a bored expression.

“Hm?” She awkwardly slid the room card over, blushing heavily.

“You were staring…,” she murmured. He shook his head a little.

“Sorry, I zoned off,” she nodded, still looking uncertain. She handed him a small room key card and he took it, tucking it safely into the pocket of his dark jeans. Another woman came to the front and waved to the other.

“Is my shift over already?” the first raised an eyebrow. The newly arrived woman nodded. The first lady ran off and out of sight, leaving him and the new girl.

“Do you need anything else?” she asked sweetly. He stared at her for a moment, scrutinizing her appearance. She looked smart, or at least like she’d be able to know that something was up. Too thin for him, but the last bit of humanity in him told him that she wasn’t entirely useless to him. The thought made him internally sigh at himself. Fingers snapping in his face snapped him out of the trance.

“Sir, are you going to sit and stare or are you going to head to your room?” he blinked a little.

“Oh, sorry,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll head to my room now,” she nodded, waving him off. He pressed the button for the elevator and waited, thinking to himself. ‘I might have to go out of my way to hunt tonight’ was definitely a thought that went through his mind. ‘I could try and get into someone’s room.’ He nodded in approval of his thought as the elevator dinged.

“Excuse me?” a rude tone snapped him out of his thoughts. He glanced up to see a man in a suit. He scanned the man over, going through a quick mental check-list and checking of all that applied. Target set.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll move,” he stepped to the side. The man grunted and headed towards the front door, dropping something on the way. The lady at the front desk jogged over in a pair of heels, stooping down to pick it up.

“Sir, you dropped this!” she called. The man turned around begrudgingly and snatched it from her rather harshly, mumbling a ‘thanks’ and walking away. She nodded and walked back to her position, frowning ever so slightly. Jack turned his attention to the elevator that was in the process of closing the doors. He quickly hopped in, pressing the button that lead to his floor. He leaned against the wall, exhaling. He was only on the third floor, so it didn’t take that long for the elevator to open its doors. Stepping out of the small box, he pulled his keycard out of his pocket, the room number written on the hard plastic. He looked around, easily spotting his room. Gripping the strap of his bag, he walked over to it, sliding the keycard into the slot and opening the door. The room was cool, the temperature change welcome in the late August heat. He still forgot why he insisted on wearing a hoodie after taking the meds. With a heavy sigh, he yanked off the thick black sweatshirt, his shirt riding up a little. He chucked the hoodie on the white sheets of the single bed, yanking his shirt back down with his free hand. He turned his attention to the window, staring at the sun as it slowly disappeared, being replaced with darkness. A quick shake of his head drove away his small trance. He unzipped his bag, pulling out a pair of clothes, stained with evidence of his last hunt. He grimaced and went to the laundry room down in the basement of the hotel.

He laid his clothes out on an ironing board, holding the laundry detergent he brought with him. Filling the cap with the liquid, he poured it on the articles of clothing and rubbed it on the stains, a trick he learned years ago. Satisfied with his work, he grabbed his clothes and threw them into the machine, going through the steps and heading back upstairs while it ran. The sky slowly began to go entirely black. Jack spent the time in between dusk and dark doing his laundry, and once he had folded them and shoved them back into his bag, he got ready for his hunt. He threw his hoodie back on, stuffing all of his supplies into the large pockets. He reached into the large backpack, pulling the navy blue mask out, running his gloved fingers over it. He slipped it on, adjusting it until any skin that once showed was no longer visible and then tugged his hood over auburn hair. He pulled his sleeve up a little, checking his skin tone. It was slowly changing back to grey, the color returning in thick tendrils. He pulled the sleeve back down and headed out of his room, on a direct route to the elevator. It made it to the bottom floor just in time for him to catch the man from before reentering the building.

Jack stepped out and then pretended he was just getting in. The man from before got in and pressed the button to his floor. Floor nine, the top floor. Jack rocked on his heels and the man looked at him, confused. They reached the floor and both men stepped out. Pretending to go the opposite direction, he waited till the man wasn’t looking to sneak up behind him and wait for him to open his door. The door swung open and the man stepped inside. The doors closed by themselves, and it appeared the man was counting on that, since he didn’t bother to shut it behind him, allowing for his follower to sneak in. The man set a bag down and sat on the bed, white sheets shifting underneath him.

He slammed the door behind himself, making sure it was as loud as possible. The man spun around, eyes widened. A sinister grin found its way on Jack’s face, and he reached into his pocket.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” the man questioned, clearly unnerved. A deep, almost animalistic chuckle rumbled through Jack’s chest.

“My identity is none of your concern, all you need to know is that screaming is strictly prohibited,” And he lunged.

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You hum softly to yourself, daydreaming about nothing in particular. The ringing phone snaps you out of it and with a sigh, you pick up.

“Hello, this is [Hotel name]’s front desk attendant speaking,” You answer with fake cheeriness. They begin to talk on the other end. “Yes, of course, I’ll go tell him that you’ve called,” You hang up and check to see what floor the person they requested is on. With the information in your mind, you head to the elevator, getting in and pressing the button to said floor. It reached the floor in under a minute, and you step out, the click of your heels muffled by the carpet. You knock on the door. There is no response, so you knock harder. A scream erupts from inside, but it is quickly silenced. You fumble for the card you use to open the room doors and insert it, creaking the door open, taking in the horrid sight in front of you. You pale and the person in front of you freezes. You can’t help it, you scream.

#THIS WAS SO GOOD ?????#I REALLY LIKED IT #I COULD SEE WHAT WAS HAPPENING VERY CLEARLY #VERY GOOD #JACKY BOY IS VERY CUTE IN THIS #10/10 HEARTLESS I LOV IT #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack fanfiction #submisson #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta #tw: mild gore #submission

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter four: move in day

❧ genre: pro-hero’s bakugou/kirishima, poly, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

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You looked back into your apartment, devoid of all its furniture and decorations. It was a somewhat sad feeling, but you were more than ready to get out of the shabby place and start your next adventure.

“Alrighty mama, looks like we’re good to – uh are you okay?”

That cheery and raspy voice you’d notice anywhere came from behind you, making you turn around with a smile.

“I’m great Red, just saying goodbye to this dump.”

Kirishima smiled and nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he stood beside you; in return you wrapped an arm around his waist. “Well I’m ready when you are, Bakugou should be off work by now and waiting for us, so what do you say we go home now?”

You smiled at his words. Once you walked out of this apartment, a new adventure would begin as you would now share a home with your two closest friends which you were more than ready for. You finally looked up to Kirishima and squeezed his side, making him smile that sharp toothed smile that made his eyes crinkle.

“Okay Red, let’s go home!”

You arrived at your new abode, a gasp escaping your lips and making Kirishima smile. You’ve never been to the pairs place before, so you didn’t know what to expect. They lived in a nice and upscale part of town in a quaint little neighborhood. Their home was two story and modern looking, it was beautiful. Much bigger than your little one bedroom apartment, so you weren't sure how you'd adjust to living in such a spacious home.

Kirishima got out of the moving van and walked over to your side, opening the door for you and taking your hand to help you down from the tall vehicle. Once you were on the ground, he went to release your hand but the second you felt him do so your fingers interlocked with his forbidding him to let go. He looked at you with a tilt of his head and a slight pink on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous for some reason,” you replied looking at your feet.

He smiled and squeezed your hand in his making you look back at him.

“Don’t be (Y/N), this is your home now and we’re gonna do everything we can to make you feel comfortable and get settled in! Now come on, we’ll show you around first then get to unpacking your things!”

He started towards the door and you followed along, not once did he let your hand go. Once inside the two of you found Bakugou sitting on the couch, going through his phone. He looked up to see you two hand in hand, and you swore you saw his eye twitch.

“Hey Bakugou, wanna help give (Y/N) a tour of the house?”

The blonde clicked his tongue and rose from the couch, agreeing to tag along.

The tour started in the living room, then into the kitchen. “You can just put the dishes you brought with you in the cabinets with ours. We also cleared out a drawer in the fridge and a shelf on the freezer side for you to use as your own. One of us will take you grocery shopping later okay?”

You smiled and nodded, going along as Kirishima lead you to the laundry room, Bakugou following closely behind with his hands in his pockets. In the laundry room Kiri showed you where all the detergents and products were located, which happened to be in a cabinet above the washing machine and it was way out of your reach.

“Uhm, guys I’m not giants like you!”

Bakugou chuckled behind you and leaned down to your level, placing his head on your shoulder. “Looks like we’ll have to get the baby a stool to use when we aren’t around Kiri.”

You narrowed your eyes at the blonde whose cheek was grazing yours. A smirk grew on your face before you turned and quickly licked his cheek making him jump back and growl. Bakugou wiped his skin clean with disgust, “You fucking little gremlin. Don’t forget I know where you sleep now!”

You threw your head back and laughed.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Baka-gou,” you teased and winked at him. His eyes definitely started to twitch now and the two of you went back and forth at each other. Kirishima looked down and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“I’m living with children,” he thought to himself and stood between you, hands waving. “Alright fam, break it up. Let's move on upstairs.”

You and Bakugou followed behind him, nudging each other with your elbows along the way as you walked up the stairs. You then came to a hall and stopped.

Kirishima motioned and spoke, “Down the left side is my room and bathroom, and on the other end is your room and Bakugou's room and your bathroom.”

Bakugou scoffed, “I didn’t agree to share a bathroom with this brat, it’s bad enough I have to be across the hall from her.”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t have anywhere else to live, I don't have anywhere else to live,” you chanted over and over in your head.

“Okay then, I don’t mind sharing with her. It may be inconvenient to be at the other end of the hall, but what’s mine is yours mama!”

You smiled at the red-head, at least someone seemed happy to share a roof with you.

“Thanks Red, now where is my dojo!”

Kirishima chuckled and nodded at Bakugou, gesturing him to lead the way. The blonde let out a dramatic sigh and turned on his heels, walking towards your end of the hall and opened a door.

“Bakugou checked to make sure all the lights and electrical was still good, since no one has even stayed in this room. I’m sorry if it’s annoying but you have a skylight. If you want, we’ll help you put something up to cover it later.”

Kirishima and Bakugou both leaned on either side of the frame, letting you walk into the room and have a look around. The floor was hardwood, like the rest of the house, and the walls were painted an emerald green, it smelled fresh too.

“Did you guys paint in here?”

They both nodded, Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck and Bakugou looked anywhere but at you before he spoke. “I noticed that green was your favorite color and the walls were a head splitting white, so I fucking figured why not. Sorry if it still smells like paint.”

You smiled and nodded, looking around at the room again, “No, it’s fine. I love the smell of paint actually.”

The roof was slanted at an angle on one side on the room, and just like Kiri said, there was a big skylight window. It filled the room with lots of natural sunlight. You walked over and stood under it, looking up to see a clear view of the sky, it was beautiful.

“Don’t worry about this guys, it’s perfect! I’m gonna put my bed right here, I’m sure it’s breathtaking at night!” You mentioned, still looking up with a smile full of wonder.

The two men gazed at you, both with half smiles, thinking about how they could say the same about you. When you turned back around to see them staring at you, blush tinted your cheeks. You smiled though and crossed your arms behind your back, “So shall we unpack?”

After about 30 minutes, all your belongings were now in the house. Your two friends unloaded your bed and set it up for you, exactly where you wanted it, they unloaded your dresser and end tables too. You were now in your new room, unloading clothes into your dresser and closet, stocking your small bookcase, hanging up your pictures and posters, arranging and stacking your collection of figures, then moved on and made your bed. You plopped down on the cushion and sighed, looking up at the now red and orange sky as the sun was starting to go down.

A knock came at your door. You yelled for the person to come in, not once moving from your spot, eyes staying where they were.

“All settled?” Kirishima asked as he sat down on the bed beside you.

You turned your head to look at him and smiled. “Yes, I am. Thank you so much for your help Red. I really appreciate it!”

You sat up and faced your friend as you crossed your legs and held out your hand to him. He gladly took it in both of his, one of his thumbs brushing over your wrist. The simple gesture made you smile and had butterflies going crazy in your stomach.

The red-head was softly smiling as he looked at your small hand in his large one, he wasn’t complaining, he’s only ever wished to hold your hand in his for a while now and he loved how soft your skin was against his rough calloused skin. The more time he spent with you, the more he’d fall. When Bakugou told him about the problems you had been having he felt terrible and agreed with the blonde that you should move in with them. Kirishima saw where you lived and it was in a bad neighborhood. He never doubted that you couldn’t look out for yourself but it still worried him. Now that you were under the same roof as him, he felt relieved and comfortable, because now he and Bakugou could protect you.

You were looking at him with those wide eyes that became the one thing he looked forward to seeing every morning at work. It made him melt when you looked at him the way you did now. So sweetly and as if you share the same feelings he did.

“It’s nothing (Y/N) really. I look forward to you living with us and spending more time with you. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask!”

You nodded and took your hand back as you leaned closer towards him, practically on your hands and knees and placed a kiss on his cheek. Kirishima felt a blush spread across his entire face, matching the same vibrant color of his hair, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Let me cook for you guys tonight! You both did a lot to help me move today, especially you. So I’ll make Bakugou take me to the store, I’m sure he’d love to!”

The red-head laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay mama, just try not to kill each other please!”

The two of you got up, Kirishima letting you know he was going to shower while you were gone, this time he kissed your cheek before turning and walking off. You smiled at him, humming with glee and skipping down the stairs to the living room to find Katsuki. He was back on the couch and watching TV, until he saw your frame walk into the room and looked over briefly before his eyes went back at the screen. You sat down beside him, your shoulder bumping into his and making him growl.

“What do you want?” He asked with a curled lip, his tone not matching his ‘don’t fuck with me look’ though.

“For you to take me to the store, I want to cook dinner for you two tonight.”

You were looking at him, but he didn’t bother to look at you as he made a face.

“Why do I need to take you? Make Shitty Hair do it, you seem to have him wrapped around your pretty little finger today.”

Bakugou practically hissed the words at you, there was a hint of jealousy and attitude in them. You pouted, looking down and rubbing your thumbs together.

“Well he’s taking a shower and I wanted you to take me, I have an idea of what foods Red likes, but not you. Plus, aren’t you the one that checked everything in my room and paid enough attention to me to notice what my favorite color was? I’d say maybe I have you both wrapped around my pretty little finger Suki!”

The blonde rolled his eyes, knowing he had been caught and that you weren’t exactly wrong, but he wasn’t going to show you that. His head turned, eyes falling on you still pouting … fucking cute, damnit. And that dumb name that came out of nowhere, it shouldn’t have had his heart doing so many flips.

“Tch, whatever, I still didn’t hear a ‘please’ in that request of yours!”

After saying that, Bakugou felt you nuzzle your head under his arms and your arms and legs wrapping around him like a koala. He looked to see your staring up at him, your lips slightly pouting and your eyes wide and soft. “Please, please, Suki!”

"Oh, that was a dirty move," that look, it was too much and he found it way too adorable. Once again, you had him under your spell, with those lips that were now pleading for him. He growled in defeat and wrapped an arm around your back and placed a hand on your leg wrapped around him, as he stood up with you still attached to him. You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, knowing that you had won. It took him by surprise and made his cheeks and ears turn pink, he wanted to be mad at you, but you were gleaming at him, how could he get mad at that?

“Fine you little gremlin, but only because I’m feeling generous today and I’m hungry!”

#vermilion #katsuki bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader x bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #reader insert #xread #polyamory #poly relationship

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witness-protection-official · 4 years

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Please read the disclaimer post before reading!

Witness Protection - An Eyeless Jack x Female Reader fanfiction

Chapter one