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totowlff · 6 months

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hellooooo, how are you? i hope fine. After reading kinda all of your toto fics and feeling completely amazed by your writing skills, one question came to my mind:

have you ever thought of writing something about racing!toto and reader?? or like a flashback of why racing!toto have decided to quit after the accident? idk i’m just blabbing

well, maybe he had some kind of...

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The path was already familiar to you.

Every morning, before going to your clinic in Weissgerberviertel, you went to the building in the heart of Vienna, entered the flat number and waited for your entry to be authorized. After going up in the elevator and being greeted with a smile by the nurse who was there, you walked down the hallway to the white door and knocked softly, receiving authorization to enter.

Sitting on the bed, his patient looked at the window next to him in silence.

— Good morning, Mr. Wolff.

Slowly turning her head towards him, he limited himself to a millimetric nod.

— Good morning.

— How are you today? — you asked, approaching the bed where he was sitting in a rigid, almost robotic posture.

— Same as yesterday — he murmured.

— Feeling shitty? — you said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your question caused a small smile to escape his lips.

— Yes, shitty.

— I can imagine — you smiled back, pleasantly.

His case was not one of the most common ones you had ever seen. Mr. Wolff had suffered a serious accident in Germany, more specifically on a racing circuit, a few weeks ago. From what you had gathered from the scant details he had offered you, he was trying to set a record when his tire blew and he crashed into the barriers.

The result of that adventure, which he classified as “suicidal”, was a concussion and broken vertebrae that would require long months of rehabilitation and physical therapy.

— Still not tasting anything?

— Not even the smell — your patient replied, with a frustrated expression on his face — Severed nerves, from what the doctor said. I'll need to wait for them to reconnect.

— I'm sorry, Mr. Wolff — you said, trying to show some empathy.

However, the man limited himself to a small smile.

— I told you not to call me Mr. Wolff — he said — I'm not like the old people you treat.

— But you are grumpy like them — you replied in a good-humoured way, making him laugh — Now let's get to the business, Toto.

After positioning a chair next to the bed, you requested the nurse's help to take your patient to her. The process was complicated, after all, he was not a small or light man, but, after some maneuvers and hisses of pain, you finally managed to get him to sit in front of you.

— Let's start with spinal rotation, okay? — you said, earning a nod from Toto — Feet on the ground, arms crossed over your chest, let's go.

The exercise was simple in theory, but for a person with severe vertebrae fractures, it was extremely painful. Not even his help so that the rotations were made slowly, in an attempt to reduce the discomfort, as well as the dizziness he felt when moving, was enough to stop him from grunting in pain every time he turned his torso.

— Fuck — Toto hissed as you slowly counted the rotations until they reached number ten. When the number left his lips, he exhaled heavily.

— All good?

— Yeah.

— How is the pain? — you asked, eyes going to his feet to make sure he hadn't left the position you had placed him in before.

— Considerable — he replied, without looking at you.

— Less than yesterday?

— Same — Toto grumbled — Fuck that Porsche...

You pressed your lips together thoughtfully. It wasn't your place to judge your patients' choices, no matter how much it took them to have to hire you to get back to something close to a normal life. However, given everything you knew about the accident, you couldn't resist making a comment.

— Maybe the problem wasn't the car, Toto.

Toto looked up at you, serious.

— No?

— You yourself said it was a suicide mission and went ahead with it anyway.

— It wasn't me who said it, but Niki...

— Lauda? — you asked incredulously — The guy who almost burned to death after suffering a racing accident?

— Himself. On the same track.

Shaking your head, you were really sure that you were facing a complete madman. No one in their right mind would do that to themselves, especially knowing the consequences, the worst of which was death.

— And even though he said he was suicidal, you did it?

— Yes — Toto replied.

— Why? — you asked softly.

He let out a sigh.

— I've always liked the Nordschleife, Y/N. It was the first track I discovered and I could never stop feeling attracted to it — Toto explained, with a little smile — I remember one time I rented an Opel Calibra and did 50 laps on the open day for tourists. I felt like I had found my place there, even though the guys at the rental office hated me for returning the car with bald tires.

You giggled, imagining the employees' incredulous expressions upon receiving the car used by Toto.

— You know, Y/N — he continued — I dare say I love that place. I love the stories, I love the curves, I love the adrenaline. Nordschleife makes me feel alive, happy. And I love it.

You had a friendly smile on your face, almost as if you understood his love for the place. However, a rational part of your head made you remember the reason why you were there, in front of Toto.

— And you love this place even though you know it almost took your life?

He stared at you for long seconds, as if absorbing his words.

— Well — Toto stammered.

— I don't judge you for having passions, after all, we all have ours. But, your passion for that place led you to do something completely irresponsible, not to say selfish.

— Selfish?

— I doubt you thought about them — you said, pointing to the picture frame on the bedside table. In the image, the boy and girl were smiling widely as they hugged Toto.

When he realized what you were pointing at, he pursed his lips thoughtfully. He definitely hadn't stopped to reflect on that. And, considering how long he would still need to remain at rest, he could think about it a lot.

— Well, shall we continue? — you asked.

With a nod, Toto placed his hands on his chest again, without saying a word for the rest of the session.

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ravennaortiz · 4 months

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Could I get 3 and 14 with Happy, please? I think he deserves someone to protect him for a change 💜 whether he likes it or not. Maybe angsty with a happy ending?

P.S. I love your works. I am always happy to see your posts! I haven't even watched Mayans yet (I don't know if I will. I got spoiled about what happens to Happy and I don't know if I can take it. He's my favorite.) but I still read the stories anyway. Keep up the awesomeness I will be around!

Thank you so much for your kind words! That means so much to me!

Oh no! I'm sorry that it was spoiled for you! Why don't we serve a little justice for Happy while we force him to let us protect him!

Prompt 3 Why did you save me & Prompt 14 Please, be okay. *I am so happy you paired these together!!!!*

The last few days had been a blur. You looked and felt like a zombie as you sat vigil next to the hospital bed of the only man you had ever truly loved. You blinked rapidly as the burning sensation of tears threatened to spill forth once more. Regret crushed you like waves in the ocean as you thought on how you had kept him a the distance. Looking over his prone body with tubes and lines going here and there and bruises that painted his skin you bowed your head as the tears trickled down. Please, be okay, you silently prayed.

You had never been very religious and always shook your head and rolled your eyes whenever you you heard or saw "thoughts and prayers" in the face of immense tragedy. You had become jaded over the years working in a Level 1 trauma hospital in a city riddled with violence. What does a prayer do to repair the damage done by bullets that ripped through the brain and body? How does a thought help revive the baby you are fruitlessly performing CPR on after it was abused for the only crime of crying?

A hand on your shoulder had you jumping and grabbing for your pistol. "Easy Lass" soother Chibs as he put his hands up. "Just coming to check in and see if I can get you to go home and get some rest" he continued as he sat in the empty chair on Happy's other side. "I wanna be here when he wakes up" you stated firmly as you wiped your tears away. Chibs nodded in understanding and the two of you sat silently each lost in your own thoughts.

"Did you use your own gun?" asked Chibs quietly as he kept his eyes glued to Happys face. You tensed slightly. You knew it was only a matter of time before word of the two dead Mayans made it back to Charming. "Yes" you replied looking down at the hands that had went from saving lives to taking lives so easily. You hadn't even thought of the danger you would be in nor did you care. They had hurt your Happy and you couldn't let them live. Chibs sighed as he rubbed his face. "Tig and I will take care of it going forward" he stated firmly waiting for you to nod before looking back to Happy.

*1 week later*

"Lay back down" you scolded for the hundredth time as you gently pushed Happy back onto the couch. The scowl on his face would have most people melting into a puddle but you just simply crossed your arms. "You're not a nice nurse. Kind of shitty to be honest" muttered Happy as he pulled the blanket back up pouting slightly. "Maybe don't be a shitty patient and I'd be a better nurse" you snapped back with a smirk as you handed him a glass of water and his medication.

Happy rolled his eyes to hide his smile. Once he took his medicine he grabbed your hand as you went to take the glass from him. "Why did you save me? I'm a killer, what happened to me was deserved" he questioned his eyes piercing your soul. "Because I'm in love with you" you replied with a gentle smile. "You deserve to be saved forever" you added before leaning down and kissing him.

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poppadom0912 · 1 year

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Father Dearest

Characters: Will Halstead x Reader, Maggie, April

Warnings: Mentions of shitty parents/daddy issues, swearing

Summary: More than two decades later, your 'dad' has the audacity to show his face again.

A/N: I feel like I haven't written for my man Will in ages so sorry for the wait or anything bad your about to read. I'd also like to let you know in advance that this is a decently lengthy one.

Part two

*****

"Where were you this morning?" Will asked you, suddenly appearing in front of you. He woke up this morning to your side of the bed completely empty and after not finding you in the rest of the apartment, there was only one other place you could be.

You looked up from your patients chart, pressing your lips together, trying to hide a smile. "Well, good morning to you too dear husband of mine."

Will rose a brow, shocked that you were calling him your husband in such a public space. When the two of you went on holiday, it was a spur of the moment idea to get hitched and ever since you came back two months ago, you hid it from everyone you knew besides Jay because he was way too nosy when it came to his older brothers love life.

"You haven't said anything, have you?" Will whispered back. You successfully diverted the conversation topic which you were very proud of, once again, you suppressed your smile by pretending to be immersed in work.

You shook your head, glancing up from your tablet to your husband who was staring at you in adoration. He couldn't put it into words just how much he loved you but anyone with common sense could see the love he had for you in just his loving gazes.

"Where were you this morning?" Will asked again, unrelenting and proving you wrong. You didn't successfully change the topic and you were back to where you were in the first place.

Biting the inside of your lip, you set down the tablet and put all your focus on your redheaded man. Struggling to not smile, you let yourself slip, your lips uncurling and eventually becoming a smirk.

Will easily folded under your smile.

"Your gorgeous." You beamed, complimenting him. Once again, your diverted the attention from being on you and shoved it all onto Will who was malfunctioning after hearing what you called him.

Will opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, only stutters which was interrupted by your favourite charge nurse coming towards you two.

"Times up lovers." She said snarkily, her eyes not leaving her brick as she handed Will a new tablet. "Man in six needs attention."

"Thanks Mags." You smiled at the woman, watching her walk away while she looked between the two of you, sending you a smile of her own before she was gone.

"Come on." You patted Will's arm, already moving away from the nurses desk. "I'll help you."

Mindlessly, Will followed after you, not even bothering to look at the information on the tablet but keeping his eyes on your back. It was more than clear who he was smitten for.

You gave a quick nod towards April who was also walking towards treatment six, assisting you and Will with your next patient.

"Hi." Will started, giving his complimentary smile as he slid open the curtains. "I'm Dr Halstead, this is Doctor Y/L/N and nurse Sexton. What seems to be the problem?"

Standing besides your husband, you saw the patient at the same time as he did. It didn't matter if you only saw his side profile or if you hadn't seen him since you were sixteen because you would recognise that face anywhere in the world at anytime.

You were caught off guard, freezing on the spot, refusing to step into the treatment room as you found yourself in a sudden onslaught of memories which you would be more accurately classified as trauma.

Will and April looked at you in confusion. Never had they seen you so frozen and in shock. They didn't share the same feelings you had and following your line of sight, they were one hundred percent sure they didn't know nor did they recognise the man that was their patient.

"Ah." The man said in satisfaction, smirking at you. Somehow he recognised you despite how different you looked. Despite having grown around an inch, dyeing your hair and cutting it, moving out of state and changing your entire look, he found you and he knew exactly who you were.

Will hesitated to say anything, preferring to ask you in private but April did it for him.

"Do you two know each other?" April asked, looking back and forth from you and the man. She'd known you for a very long time and could proudly call you her friend but for you all to do your jobs, she needed to ask.

"You never told them?" He questioned, looking at you and you only, acting as if April and Will weren't in the room. "I'm hurt daughter, truly hurt."

Now Will understood. Very few times you let him know of your life when you were still living with your dad and the few things you said only increased Will's hatred for your dad.

"It's fine April." You mumbled, weakly musturing up a smile before turning to exit the treatment room. It against hospital policy to treat family and even though you didn't consider the man in front of you to be your relative, you did still share DNA. Will and April could handle this, if not, you could grab Ethan or Natalie on your way out.

"Oh, your not going to help out your old man?" Your dad asked, his smile still there as he watched you stop in your tracks. "You really haven't changed since you were sixteen."

You scoffed, shaking your head incredulously with a bitter smile. Turning around, you started to laugh. "Your real funny but you've never been my dad and contrary to your belief, I helped you out tonnes."

Just as you were going to turn around and leave for proper this time, you were unaware that he got up and made his way to you but before he could reach you, Will stood in his way, using his body to shield you entirely from the man he knew caused you too much pain.

"Sir, I suggest you take a step back and sit down." Will gritted his teeth, raising his voice just a little so people outside the room could hear and were now aware of what was happening just in case.

In the corner of your eye, you saw everything stand to attention, all turning around and looking in your direction. You managed to look Maggie in the eye who just so happened to be standing with Dr Charles and Ethan. Subtly, you shook your head but she was simply going to pretend she didn't see you refuse any help.

"You have no right. I'm her father and she's my daughter." You rolled your eyes at his statement. Not once in his life did he even call you his daughter but the time that he needed your help, only then did he call you his daughter and it was only so he could benefit from it.

"Don't bend too far back, you're going to hurt yourself." You said in fake concern, snapping snarkily. Looking at him idely, you really wanted to give him a piece of your mind but you didn't want to create a bigger scene than what this already was.

"Let them check you out, give you a full clean bill of health and you can be gone, out of everyone's hair." You said with a tight lipped smile. "You'll be doing all of us a favour."

And with that, you left the treatment room, walking towards the small group of doctors and the nurse that had been keenly watching from a distance. You softly smiled at their concerned faces, automatically waving them off and saying it was nothing you couldn't handle.

"He seems like a dream." Maggie said sarcastically, watching behind you as your dad was dragged back onto the bed by Will and April. Both of them kept their faces straight but were internally boiling, wanting nothing else than to be anywhere besides with you 'dad'.

"He's a dick." You huffed, crossing your arms as you caught the surprised face Dr Charles causing you to frantically apologise for your swearing, forgetting you were a fully grown adult that could say anything she wanted to.

"I haven't seen him since I left home at sixteen." You said, reminding yourself that it'd been more than a decade since you ran from that poor excuse of a father. "The faster he's gone, the ED will feel lighter and less toxic."

You tried brushing off the very obvious elephant in the room, actively refusing to address your childhood trauma in front of a literal psychiatrist who was also your friend.

No one needed you crying in the middle of the ED when you reminisced a second of your first sixteen years of your life.

*****

After what felt like days of being on shift but it was only really five hours, you were finally on your break. You were in the cafeteria, sipping on the coffee you just bought while nibbling at a pastry which you were forcing yourself to eat despite your non-existent appetite.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you failed to hear the footsteps coming in your direction, not noticing the feet stopped by the table you were sitting at alone.

"Y/N." The voice was coarse and had power to it, showing everyone they were not to be messed with. There was only one person you knew had that voice because it just so happened to be the same voice that tortured you in your sleepless nights.

Dragging your eyes up and away from your food, you looked at your dad with nothing but dullness in your eyes. He wasn't wearing a white hospital wristband and he was in his normal clothes instead of a gown which only meant one thing.

He'd been discharged from the hospitals care within less than an hour of being here. Obviously, there was nothing wrong with him from the beginning leading you to think he found out were you worked and came looking for you.

"You all better now?" You said sharply, trying not to show that you were struggling to maintain eye contact with him because if you did, you were showing weakness and that would make him feel like he was on top of the world.

He completely ignored you question, his eyes burning holes into yours as he looked you up and down. You felt like hurling when he smirked, his eyes meeting yours again.

"What do you want?" You asked straight up, no longer wanting to beat around the bush. The quicker he was gone, the better for everyone whether or not they were involved.

"Just wanted to come and see my daughter." He smiled innocently but you could clearly see his malicious intent. "Is that such a crime? A father checking on his only child's wellbeing?"

This time, you actually felt the bile making its way up but you forced it down but taking a gulp of your coffee, wincing when you tasted that it was decaf, mentally cursing yourself and your husband who you wished was with you by now.

Why did you go on break by yourself when you literally never do? You always went on break with someone from the ED but today of all days, you decided not to.

"Sir, I suggest you back up before I'm forced to call security." Will appeared out of literal thin air. He was at your side, blocking your dad from coming any closer to you.

He held his hands up, trying to show his complacency and he wasn't going to cause any more harm than what he's already done but he made no indication that he was going to walk away.

"I want my money." He finally said, ripping off the bandaid that you wished stayed on. It burned more than you remembered, feeling as though it pulled your skin and you were now bleeding.

"Mark." Will said, clenching his jaw as he remained patient. He wasn't going to lose his job over a scumbag like him but clocking him the jaw felt oh so tempting. "Back off."

"She's mine, not yours. Don't be such a fool boy." Mark stepped forward, coming chest to chest with Will but didn't feel as intimidating when he couldn't look your husband in his eye since he was a few inches shorter.

And without another word, the second your dad raised his hand to get a hold of Will, security made their way and was dragging the old man out of the hospital, paying no mind to his shouts saying he desperately needing to talk to his doctor daughter.

The silence echoed throughout the ground floor, everyone taking in what had happened before all going back to what they were doing, only some looking back to you every now and them.

"Hey, I've been looking for you." Will finally said to you, turning around as he sighed in relief when he found you all in one piece. He softly smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your temple, standing besides your chair with an arm around your waist.

You hummed, tilting your head to the side when Will simply stared at you smiling without saying anything. The silence between you two was everything you needed. He didn't hound you with any questions, nor did he ask if you were okay after your dad's sudden appearance.

Trying not to talk about a very certain man, Will looked down at your snack, deciding to steal a sip of your coffee, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion, pulling it away to ask. "Your having decaf? What have you done to my wife?"

You scoffed, your lips curling up into a smile. You playfully hit him, shoving his shoulder away from you but his arm stayed gripped onto your waist. You took the paper cup away from him, putting it back on the table.

"I thought we weren't using official titles in public?" You poked his chest with a cheeky smile, referencing the conversation you had this morning.

"You didn't answer the question." Will jokingly poked you back, reciprocating your smile as he caught onto what you were doing. He too could play this game.

"Well, daddy dearest and his presence made me realise that literally anyone could be a better parent than he ever was. I think it's because of him that I'm going to be a decently good mum." You said with pursed lips, trying to keep your smile hidden so you didn't spoil the secret before Will even understood what was happening.

Will looked at you through squinted eyes, nodding his head slowly as he agreed with what you said but then he faltered, looking as though he was malfunctioning before his eyes widened in realisation.

"Your pregnant?" He whispered, not believing what you said. You didn't say the word but he was pretty smart, he knew what you were trying to say.

You blame the hormones for your inability to speak and the water building up around your eyes but as soon as you nodded, doing so several times, you squealed when Will wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground.

On instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist, your face settling into the crook of his neck while pressed multiple kisses around the side of your face. You could feel the biggest smile on his lips as he kissed you, your giggles muffled against his skin.

Oh, you were going to do so much better than your non-existent dad.

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willowser · 10 months

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hello!! Just wondering, do you have a timeline of when you might be releasing your dragon bakugo fic?? Please know I’m asking simply out of pure and innocent curiosity, I don’t mean to pressure you AT ALL. If this makes you feel bad I promise I’ll light myself on fire and then throw myself off a cliff I swear and do not apologize for the wait I will patiently wait as long as it takes even if it means reading it when I’m old in a nursing home

LOL you're so funny alfjsjka thank you for not pressuring me, and thank you also for your patience !! i really appteciate it 🥺🩷✨️

you know, i'm actually really glad you asked this question, because here's the long and short of it: right now, we're 40k into editing dragon bakugou and maybe — maybe — half way done.

if i could go back and redo the wip poll, i wouldn't have put dragon bakugou up as an option, because it was what i had the least of at the time. still a first draft, yes, but it was something that we hadn't even been talking about for that long before i wrote it. and listen. this thing is BIG. the biggest thing i've ever written. it's huge. there's too much and also not enough. the volume of it scares me LOL

so i've actually been considering asking yall — and it literally does not matter to me either way what yall decide — if we want to keep holding everything up to wait for dragon bakugou. if we do wait, and then go down the poll like we originally said, i really can't promise you when dragon bkg will be done. it's BIG. if i had to give you a number, i would say maybe two months ??? for the FIRST HALF.

or we could skip it for now and continue on down the poll, which would put ex-husband bakugou up next. i've been putting like 88% of my focus into dragon bakugou so i still need to edit ex-husband fic BUT i feel confident that i could have it up before the end of july.

so — that's where we're at !! and i know you said not to apologize, but i am anyway LOL really what's giving me a hard time is the second half, because i originally wasn't sure how i wanted to end it, if i wanted it bittersweet or a happy ending. and i ultimately decided on happy ending but — there's a lot of sacrifice !! on both sides !!! and in order for that sacrifice to feel justifiable, there's just some more that needs to happen, i feel. we're getting a time jump. we're going to bakugou's home country. we're meeting his family and friends. like. there's so much LOL

i'll go ahead and add the poll now, and i'll leave it up for a few days so we can take our time deciding !! for reference, i'll include what the wip poll results were at the end that way you know what order we would be working from, if we continued on down the list.

dragon!bkg ; ex-husband!bkg ; southern charm ; werewolf!bkg ; ptmy ; vampire!dabi ; if he's a serial killer...

#tldr: do you wanna continue waiting for dragon bakugou or would you like to move on for now ??#gonna tag this as #bc it is !!!#✿ news

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years

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Chapter One

Prodryas Persephone

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

next | 2099

You sigh as you walk from the lunchroom and into the nurse's station. Your friend looks up at you from her desk and smiles, knowing exactly what's got you down.

"How's it going, Y/N?" she teases.

"It's only lunch but I'm already tired of today," you groan as you lean over the counter in front of her computer.

"Doctor Cheronobog giving you trouble again, is he?"

"God, he's so annoying. Always with his perverted and sexist jokes not excluding or limited to me as a doctor," you explain to her.

"We really should report him," she insists.

"Again? But we've already tried twice. He's a Japanese male doctor. Nobody's going to fire him or even believe either of us," you grumble.

"Man, when is a hot doctor going to come in here," she sighs. "Oh, besides you, of course," she then teases.

"Hopefully soon or else the world just might crumble around me," you laugh.

Suddenly, the doors are thrown open and a patient is rolled in on a stretcher.

"Dr. L/N!" your name is called, and you rush their way. But before you can help, you suddenly find yourself in an entirely different world.

What you were just dreaming of is the days of the past, back when your biggest worry was a shitty coworker and long days in the office. Now, you're living on your own in a world you'd hardly recognize as your past self.

Six months ago a power surge overloaded the circuits all across your home country of Japan. Electricity went completely out and because of that, criminals from prisons all over the country escaped their cells.

It was only a matter of time until the government collapsed and those who could afford it, fled the country. Being a doctor, you could have, too, but the strong urge to stay and protect those who could not, really tugged at your heart.

Your makeshift office in a school bus has become somewhat well known in the small town you made base at, but you're wary not to become too famous and risk your own safety.

After your dream, you wake up on the floor near the back by the emergency exit. You've made a habit of sleeping by the locked door just in case you need to make an escape from what you now consider to be the front door of your home/office.

You've got a pretty huge chaise sectional sofa, a gift from a patient who even installed it for you a while back. It takes up a lot of room in the bus but you consider it important since it's where you perform your 'operating'.

On the opposite side of your large sofa is an end table you use to store all your medical equipment. But besides these two pieces of furniture, the rest purely functions as your home. You have a table big enough for three people to sit at just behind the driver's seat and across from that- next to the door- is your small pantry and icebox used to keep things cool since there's no electricity for a refrigerator.

Though you live in a bus, you don't move around in it often except for the occasional drive to a 7-Eleven or grocery store nearby for ice, snacks, or gasoline for your grill. Outside your bus, you have a small garden. Vegetables grow in an organized pattern surrounded by a wired gate to keep out animals and pests. However, you don't typically lock the garden since it isn't likely for someone to steal. There's still plenty of food in Japan since most of the population up and left.

You get up from your sleeping bag and walk over to your pantry for a snack. Fortunately for you, when you reach in you find a nice potato ready for eating. It's nothing compared to McDonald's like back in the before, but it does nicely to keep you alive.

You then step over to your icebox (which you were surprised to find still being made in 2099. Who was buying them anyway?) and pull out a glass bottle of coke. Since there's no air conditioning or heat inside your bus when it isn't running, you step outside and walk out to your garden.

There, you're surprised to see a small hole dug under your fence. Just on the other side, you find a few carrots missing as well. With a bite into your potato like you're some famished military trainee about to fight some gigantic monster, you come up with a plan to defeat your new enemy. You don't have the time or energy to make extra food for those who aren't pulling their own weight. Seriously, the least the damn pest could do is give you some fertilizer after stealing your crops, right?

Either way, your stomach is rumbling. After finishing your potato and throwing your bottle into the recycling bin, you open the door to your bus and walk inside. Under the driver's seat, you reach around blindly until your hand reaches the shotgun you had been gifted by yet another patient.

"None us wanna see you gettin' into any trouble, but ya gotta keep one on ya just to be safe," the old man had told you. Though you've never had any intention of purchasing a weapon, the hopeful look in the old man's eyes pleaded for you to take it until you finally gave in. It's come in handy, you can't lie, but the trip to the gun shop is always a risky one.

After cocking the gun, you mutter to yourself as you walk into the forest near your home. "Damn rabbit. At least you'll be fatter this way. Better hope you're smart enough to run far away before I get you, you fuck. How am I gonna help other people if I can't even help my own self, huh? Goddammit, now I've got to worry about fixing my fence, too."

Thinking nothing of it, you step away from your school bus to hunt for dinner just like you have most days for the past six months.

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 month

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Frustrated

Pairing: Thea Hail x Fem reader

Description: Thea helps you when you are frustrated because of your day and the thoughts in your head

Thea jumps when you slam the door a bit too hard than you had meant to but you just wanted to cry walking into the kitchen where you see thea forgetting that she had gotten home earlier in the day. She watches you grab a drink from the fridge before you were stress eating which was a bad habit you had for years especially if your anxiety and depression worked in tandem with each other "Hey baby stop look at me" you turn your head as tears flowed down your face wrapping yourself around her burying your face in the crook in her neck mumbling every once in awhile "What'd you say baby?" she leads you to the couch wrapping you in a blanket and bringing you a plate of fries sitting beside you as the two of you share the fries while watching episodes of MasterChef which helped calm you down a bit "The day has just been shit...I'm frustrated at myself and my mind really isn't helping" she knew that your emotions weren't always in control which caused you to get frustrated and it only intensified whenever you had a bad day or dealing with anxiety and depression but she was always patient with you and helped out in anyway she could. No matter if you needed to rant it out, cry for awhile instead of holding everything in, snacks and movies, or just snuggles she was always there waiting for open arms as soon as you walked through the door, she wraps you in her arms after you came back from the kitchen and did dishes snuggled up to her wrapped under the blanket on the couch explaining the shitty work day and running around town paying bills and running errands feeling yourself burnt out over the past few weeks willing yourself to get things done while waiting for thea to come home almost crying when you saw her after coming home earlier because of how much you wanted her home "I'm home now so you can rest for a bit" you hadn't even realized you said the thoughts in your head out loud looking at thea before she presses a kiss to your forehead rubbing your temples to help with the small headache you had been nursing for most of the day slowly feeling yourself relax as the tv plays in the background while your wrapped in thea's arms.

#nxt x reader #thea hail #thea hail x reader #nxt

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hatamighijyab · 1 year

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In light of the WGA setting a strike authorization vote, and since I'm mad about some shitty comments about it I saw, now seems like a good time to remind everyone that the disruption caused by a strike is a feature, not a bug.

If you are complaining about how a strike will negatively affect other people (such as an audience, cast, production and post-production crew, coffee drinkers for baristas, patients for nurses, the entire United States economy for rail workers, etc.) you have missed the entire fucking point of having a strike. Because, if a field of work is so important that a strike will ruin days, grind whole industries to a halt, or threaten a country's way of life, maybe those workers deserve to be compensated appropriately in accordance with the importance of their job.

Strikes aren't fun for people who do them. They are risky, can be job or career-threatening, and the people who do them fully know the stakes. Strikes are not easily decided upon and often cause conflict within the unions that conduct them. But they do them because they are important. Because strikers need them to not just assert their value to their employers but to everyone around them.

So you want to bitch and moan that strikers should get back to work for whatever reason, don't bother them. They may have pulled the trigger on a strike, but they're only doing so because they feel they have no other options. Talk to their employers. Ask them what the strikers want that they won't give and why, what their top execs make and how much vacation time they have, get really up in their business (and I do mean go to the top, the desk worker at the front door or the person answering phones knows just as much as you do, so leave them out of it). Because a) you're where they get their money and they'll be less likely to tell you to fuck off than they would a striker and b) companies are not your friends. No matter how much you like movies, tv shows, coffee, healthcare, or benefit from the rail system, or how much money or time you give them, the companies in charge of them will screw you over to make a buck in a second, just the same as they would screw over their workers. Give them an inch and they will take a mile. Workers' rights are a "rising tides lift all boats" situation, no matter what they say. The rights we have now are all thanks to the efforts of strikers and unions who came before us, and the disruptions they caused. Many were blue-collar workers and unions, hard laborers, whose rights carried over to everyone else. WE can only change these systems by standing together, no matter how hard it is. You almost certainly have more in common with a striker than a CEO, and it would do some of you good to remember that.

#oh and just to be clear? this goes for protests too

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why-dontiknow · 2 years

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I have not been working in a hospital for long, but I get why some people are how they are. it's grueling work.

You grow to hate people, really. I keep thinking that no matter how shitty your day is, you can still be polite, and that opinion stays. but it's hard, it breaks you down. There aren't enough nurses for the patients.

So I get it. It's easier to just "get done with it" and move to the next. To do your job as fast and efficient as possible, like a machine. Except we're not machines.

I constantly want to scream. I go to bed and I feel this pressure and I wake up and I dread going there. And once I'm there it stops. I function.

I won't stop treating my patients with kindness but I don't know how long I can last like this.

Honestly it's so true. you really do not get it until you've lived it. most people say they understand, but they don't.

note: Honestly I did wake up with a lot of anxiety today and I've been feeling "off" it's not always like this but today i needed to vent.

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xproskeith · 3 years

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Hi I feel like a terrible nurse tonight.

Really feeling like that one scene in Scrubs from "My Lunch".

JD: "Remember what you told me? The second you start blaming yourself for people's deaths, there's no coming back."

Dr. Cox: "Yeah. You're right." *walks out of the hospital*

I feel like Dr. Cox tonight.

#Skeith does nursing #The patient hasn't died #But it is a matter of time #And I feel like I missed something I should have caught #Fuck that feels shitty #I'm a good nurse I think #So why didn't I connect those 2 dots #I'm mad at myself #And frustrated #And sad #And maybe even feel like crying a bit #Because I possibly could have caught this sooner #But now there's likely no chance he makes it

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treasure-hwa · 2 years

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kindest nurse ever

pairing: mingyu x gender neutral reader

genre: comedy, fluff

synopsis: taking blood tests was never fun. At least you had someone to reward you for being brave.

warnings: blood and needle mentions

word count: 641

author's note: happy birthday, Mingyu!!!! It's been six years since I met you and fell in love ❤ I'm a proud Mingyu simp and I'm not ashamed to admit it. This story is really short, but I hope y'all can enjoy some cuteness. Title is shitty as always :)

The date was April 6th of 2022. The day was sunny and hot. Not for everyone, apparently, because you were cold sweating the moment you got into the hospital to have a blood test done. Nervousness had been taking over your senses for two days since you were told you would have to do this damned test. For you, it was like torture to see and feel your own blood being taken out, especially if the nurse collecting it was not delicate enough.

Fortunately, you had your contacts.

When you handed the exam ask, "checking-in" the hospital, and sat on the waiting room, your hands were trembling. The friend you convinced to come with you chuckled at the behaviour and tapped your shoulder to comfort.

— You'll be alright. We'll have a nice breakfast after you're done, ok?

You nodded and got startled when someone called your full name. You got up, seeing the nurse gesticulating from where he was, and followed him.

— Do you want to come with her? — the nurse asked.

— No, she's in good hands — the friend chuckled and he nodded.

Then, he took you to a room with comfortable armchairs, already knowing how you got nervous and uncomfortable easily in these situations from previous experience. However, when you sat down, you took him by the collar and whispered:

— Mingyu, just point the near backdoor exit to me and I'll run away. This exam is not necessary, let me go.

— Y/N, calm down — he chuckled. — I'm delicate, you know that. It will be over before you can even think if it will hurt.

You whined his name and let go of his collar, on the brink of tears just by imagining the experience you were about to go through.

— Darling, chill out and trust me — Mingyu looked around and cupped your face to leave a quick peck on your pouty lips. — Now, give me your arm and look to the other side.

You did as told and felt something squeeze your arm, your heart squeezing just the same, right before a wet sensation.

— Where are you going with your friend later?

— Breakfast and shop‐ — you were interrupted mid sentence by a quick sting, that made you whimper.

— Shopping, huh? Are you buying something cool?

— Yeah, for you — mumbled.

— For me? How sweet! I suppose it's a surprise.

You nodded, trying to relax your arm, but, in a matter of seconds, you heard Mingyu's voice again:

— And you're done! It didn't even hurt, right? Just press this cotton down for me, thank you — The final word was stretched. He put his hand on his pocket and took out three different blood-stop stickers. — Do you want cats, hearts or clouds?

You mumbled "hearts" and he put the sticker on top of the tiny hole the needle had made.

— Congratulations, you were brave.

— What do I get for being brave?

— A kiss and a lollipop?

— Deal — you sniffed.

He gave you a kiss on your forehead and caressed your face while smiling, cooing at the wet eyes looking at him.

— Thank you for being so kind, Gyu.

— What can I say? I'm the best nurse here.

You chuckled.

— Don't be this affectionate with your other patients, though.

— You get an even kinder version of me. Only you. I love you.

— I love you too — with the unhurt arm, you pulled his face to another chaste kiss.

It was still his workplace, so Mingyu had to stop the kiss too quickly for his liking. He bit his lower lip to hide a smile and asked:

— Is dinner tonight still up?

— Of course. I need to treat well the birthday boy, right?

He nodded, getting shy.

— I'll be home by 5pm.

— And I'll be waiting for you.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagines #mingyu fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #svt fluff #svt crack

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mikkomacko · 4 years

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Christmas Magic 4

The clouds hang low in the air, heavy and grey with the warning of an impending storm. Y/n won't admit it out loud, but she really hopes it snows so much that the carnival will be closed for a few days so she can have some time off. Being out in the cold all day has begun to take it's toll on her, leaving her dragging and aching. She always gets sick after the holidays from working and being so busy, but it seems this year it was hitting her sooner.

Her shift on stage has been switched with Kevin's because her throat was too raw to sing, leaving her to man one of the gift booths with Emma. Her fingers tremble in the cold as she hands a gift receipt to the woman across from her, wishing her a happy holidays with the best smile she can muster. She knows it doesn't reach her eyes, it doesn't even come close to her eyes but at least it's something.

"Babe, you should just go home." Emma advises gently, restocking the candy cane pens. Y/n falls onto the stool, shivering and burying her face in her scarf.

"I can't," she mumbles through the fabric, "Ophelia starts Christmas break this week and I promised Harry I'd help watch over her, and I can't do that if I have to work from taking off days today."

"Well you won't be able to watch her anyway if you're still sick. I'm sure McDreamy won't want you around his daughter." Emma points out, matter of fact-ly.

Y/n rolls her eyes, but she knows Emma has a point. She can't risk getting Ophelia sick, but she can't bail on Harry either (not that she'd ever want to).

"I'm gonna go get more tissue." Y/n grumbles, ignoring the way Emma cockily snickers behind her. Boots crunching in the snow and hood pulled high over her head, y/n finds the nearest bathroom and immediately stuffs her pockets with paper towels. They make her nose raw but she'd rather that than have a drippy nose all day.

Y/n ignores the mirror, knowing it'll just highlight her dark eyes and red nose against her pale skin and chapped lips. But the bathroom is warm, so she props her butt against the sink, back facing the mirror she's avoiding, and pulls her phone out of her coat pocket. She's got a text from Harry and the room heats up a couple degrees.

Ophelia's Papa 🌻: Dinner tonight? The little Miss (and Nipper) miss you desperately :)

She bites back her smile.

Dinner with Ophelia and Nipper?! That's tempting...

His reply comes within minutes, and she's glad he's not busy because she doesn't feel like going back to work while waiting for a reply.

Ophelia's Papa 🌻: And me too of course

Y/n tries not to giggle like a middle school girl, but she can't help herself when it comes to Harry.

Oh yeah you too, of course

She can picture his little scowl and the little wrinkle that creases between his eyebrows, remembering all the times over their past couple dates that she's longed to run her fingers over his face, smoothing out the mark.

Ophelia's Papa 🌻: Is that a yes love?

Her smile falls, knowing she shouldn't be going to have dinner with him tonight. She needs to rest so she can get better. She can't hang around when Harry and Ophelia are at risk of getting sick.

I wish I could but I've got something important I have to do tonight :( I'm really really sorry

Y/n has always hated telling people when she's sick. They always give her that concerned once-over, or rub her back like that's the cure, and tell her the same ol' "drink water, eat bananas, sleep." As if she doesn't know how to take care of herself.

Ophelia's Papa🌻: Don't be sorry, we've got a whole week to eat dinners together :)

She send him back a gif of Creed Bratton smiling widely, deciding it's time to head back outside. Her phone gets returned to her pocket, and she shuffled into the cold, sinking into her jacket as much as possible. Back at the booth, Emma is ringing up a family of four, smiling brightly at them and y/n realizes how miserable she must look next to the walking sunshine she's working with.

Emma must noticed the dejected look on her face because she pouts, nudging y/n to the corner of the tent when the wind won't hit. "You should really just go home. Clark won't mind."

She nods. Clark is a good boss, and he knows y/n loves her job and won't do anything to risk losing it. And he'd probably have a fit if he knew she were dealing with customers while being ill.

"I guess y-"

"Surprise y/n!"

Both Emma and y/n jump at the loud screech, finding two guests at the checkout counter. Harry's smiling sheepishly, his big glove clad hand cupped over the bottom half of Ophelia's face. Her eyes smile at y/n as she waves a little mitten at her.

"Didn't mean to scare you." Harry says apologetically, removing his hand from her face to push something on the counter forward. Y/n steps around Emma, heading towards them.

"Was more loud than scary." Y/n chuckles, hoping Harry can't pick up on the roughness of her voice. On the counter sits a to-go cup, the side of it marked in thick ink indicating it's a hot chocolate from "Harry and Sweets :)."

"Ophelia said you liked cinnamon on yours. I hope that's okay."

Y/n's chest pounds, the simple gesture making her realize how shitty today's been and how much she really appreciates Harry. "It-its perfect."

Y/n wraps her hands around the warm cup, lifting it up to her lips for a drink. She meets Harry's gaze, and instantly his smile falls and his eyebrows pinch together.

"Do you like it y/n?" Ophelia murmurs, swinging her feet back and forth, brushing against Harry's jeans with each swing.

"I love it Sweets, thank you so much."

Ophelia, satisfied with the answer wiggles until Harry places her on the ground, eyes not leaving y/n's face. Ophelia wanders into the tent, tip-toeing to look at the snow globes on the table to their right.

"You feeling alright?" Harry asks her, pinching the pointer finger of his right glove and tugging it off. Y/n nods, feeling embarrassed when he places his cold hand against her face. His frown deepens.

"You've got one hell of a fever love." She tries to act shocked, as if she didn't know she's been sweating but shivering the whole day, but Harry sees right through her. "Why didn't you tell me you're not feeling well?"

Y/n shrugs, taking another sip of her hot cocoa. Harry sighs, coming around the counter to stand next to her. "You should be at home, resting, with a certified nurse that can take care of you."

"I don't want to get you or Ophelia sick! That's why I couldn't come to dinner tonight!"

Harry simpers, and y/n huffs as she realizes she's given away her 'plans' for the night. "Oh, your plans were being poorly, huh?"

She rolls her eyes at his teasing tone. "No."

"No?"

"My plans were to get better tonight." She admits quietly, and Harry chuckles warmly. A grin tugs at her lips, falling into Harry when he gently coaxes her into his chest and kisses the top of her head through her coat.

"Well now your plans are to go home, pack a change of clothes, and I'll pick you up at four." He smiles innocently, bopping her nose when he opens her mouth to protest. "Doctor's orders love. You're staying in the Styles' Ward tonight."

Ophelia attaches herself to y/n's legs, tugging on her jacket so she'll look down at her. "The Styles' Ward is the best one! Daddy makes good food for the patients in there!"

"Is that so?" Y/n hums, brushing a stray curl off Ophelia's forehead.

She nods, dimples sinking into her chubby cheeks. "And he takes real good care of you?"

Y/n purses her lips, pretending to be deep in thought. "I think I'd rather have Nurse Nipper. Is he available?"

Ophelia laughs, and y/n's chest swells in pride. "Good choice. He's the best."

She squeals when Harry scoops her up, holding her bridal style and giving her a half-hearted glare. "What was that you just said?" He blows raspberries into her red cheeks, and she's laughing and squirming until he finally stops.

"Can I have a snow globe daddy?"

Y/n snorts at her way of changing the subject, peeking over her shoulder to find Emma pretending to be busy with rearranging the plushies.

"After saying Nipper's a better nurse? I don't think so Baby Cakes." Harry situates her back on his hip, pushing her bottom lip back into her mouth when she pouts. "You've got a couple at home, how many more do you need?"

"I need them all daddy." Ophelia whines, slumping against his shoulder. Harry rolls his eyes, holding back an amused smile.

"You've got yourself a handful there, Styles."

He pats the top of Ophelia's head, chest puffing out proudly. "Just like her daddy." He winks, chuckling when y/n shakes her head at the underlying message he's giving her. She quickly buries her face in her coat, hoping he can't see her blush. Harry Styles really is a handful.

The knock on her door is expected, as is the man and five year old behind it, even if they're a little earlier than she thought they'd be. Still manages a smile, despite feeling as if she's been run over by a small car.

"We're gonna have a sleepover!" Ophelia screams, barreling from behind Harry's legs and through the door. Harry lunges forward to try and grab her but she's quicker than him, disappearing behind y/n. "Ophelia Jewel!" Harry calls scoldingly but y/n shushes him.

"S'okay. Glad she's excited to be here." Behind her Ophelia bursts into giggles about something and she wonders what the little one happened to find.

"Still not polite." Harry mutters, following her into the apartment. He takes off his boots at the door, lining them up against the wall before grabbing the little pair of Chelseas that are haphazardly kicked off. "She let's her curiosity get the best of her sometimes."

Y/n shrugs in a "kids-will-be-kids-" kind of way, shutting and locking the door behind her. Ophelia giggles again, pulling both their attentions to where she's sat herself on the couch, y/n's couch blanket thrown by her feet and watching the Goofy Movie.

"Goofy huh?" She doesn't have to look at Harry to see his smirk.

She scoffs, defensive. "It's funny."

A hearty laugh, the perfect little guffaw Goofy makes cuts through the room, and Ophelia's squealing in laughter on the couch. Y/n to Harry, who's just smiling at her bashfully.

"Did you just?"

Harry answers her with another guffaw, Adams's apple bobbing in his neck from the impression. Y/n can't help but laugh and Harry snorts into his normal rumble of a chuckle.

"Daddy," Ophelia giggles, bringing his attention to where she's sprawled out in the warm spot of the couch that y/n had been laying on. "stop being Goofy. You're Harry, not Goofy."

Harry falls onto the couch next to her, leaning back so he's squishing her and she shoves with all her might at his shoulders but Harry doesn't budge. "Daddy! No, I'm going to pop!"

Y/n and Harry chuckle, Harry finally moving to the chair next to the couch so Ophelia can relax again. Y/n watches her wiggle her sock covered feet under the blanket, kicking and squirming until it's covered up to her knees. Chuckling quietly, y/n pulls the blanket up to Ophelia's chest.

"You ready to go?" Harry asks her, fondly looking over her. She wonders if he saw her tuck Ophelia in and the thought of him looking at her like that for caring for his child makes her giddy.

"Finish the movie first daddy." Ophelia grumbles. Harry sighs, but he's still smiling when y/n squishes into the chair with him. He throws his arm around her, brushing hair out of her face.

"Did you take some medicine?" Harry murmurs in her ear, breath hot on her skin. Y/n hums a yes, eyes stuck on the TV until Harry quietly guffaws in her ear, and then she's giggling, turning to look at him. He presses a chaste kiss to her lips, making her still and look over at Ophelia worriedly. She doesn't know how Ophelia feels about sharing Harry, and maybe they shouldn't be so open in front of her in case she doesn't like it.

"She's fine love," Harry assures her, combing his fingers through her hair. "She's just fine."

Her stomach twists with apprehension, but she trusts Harry to know his daughter, so she just nods and relaxes back into the chair next to him. She can't help but giggle every time he gets whiney for attention and guffaws in her ear, smiling proudly when she beams at him.

The electrical fireplace hummed lowly through the small living room, heat wafting off of it and warming y/n. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she takes in the now dim lighting, and the re-run of Modern Family playing on the tv. Judging by how dark the room is, Ophelia is already in bed and Harry's probably already cleaned up the kitchen. Confirming her thoughts, Harry let's out a quiet snicker from the bottom of the couch, and she realizes her feet are propped up in his lap.

He doesn't see her move, too focused on the TV in front of him. His bottom lip is squished between his teeth, trying to hide the smile his dimples are giving away, and his eyes are shining with the light of the TV. The fire flickers, casting dark shadows over the orange glow of his face, and he reaches up to rub his knuckle against his nose as y/n shifts onto her back. Harry's head turns towards her, teeth finally releasing his lips into a sweet smile.

"Hey, you're up." He states quietly, massaging her foot through the thick blanket over her. She nods, swallowing a couple times because her mouth is so dry from sleeping with it open. "How are we feeling? We need more medicine?"

He gets up before she can answer, moving to sit on the edge of the coffee table so he can see her face more clearly. A hand comes up to her forehead, and she realizes that a thin layer of sweat is covering her skin and Harry's fingers are awfully cold.

"Can't breathe." Y/n croaks, shying away from his icy touch. Harry gives her a sympathetic frown, pushing himself up from the table.

"Let's get you moved to the bed and some cold medicine in you, okay?" Harry mururms, peeling the blankets off of her. He helps her up, hand on her lower back as he guides her through his dark apartment. Ophelia's door is cracked as they pass by, and y/n can faintly hear a music box playing inside. It makes her smile, eyes feeling heavy again. Harry's room is just as warm as the living room, the blankets of his huge fluffy bed pulled back, and he's left the curtains in front of his window open, so the soft street light spills in.

"I'm sleeping by the window," Harry warns playfully, chuckling when she pouts. "don't need you getting any sicker because you got cold."

"But what if you get cold?" Y/n retorts, falling onto his bed face first. Harry laugh, picking her legs up and swinging them onto the bed.

"Won't." He says simply, pulling the blankets up and tucking her in once she's flipped over onto her back. Harry feels her forehead again, brushing her baby hairs back and then he's leaning down to kiss the apple of her cheek.

"I'll be right back, love." Harry promises, and then he's disappearing through the doorway, leaving her in his bed with sore teeth, a stuffy nose, and a dry throat. Y/n huffs, brow furrowing when the air soothes her throat. She tilts her head up, looking around the room. In the corner, humming quietly she finds an old humidifier, white wisps flowing up into the room. The thought of Harry going through this all trouble to make her feel better has her veins rushing with heat, and she stops shivering, instead taking deep gulps of air into her lungs.

She doesn't realize her head's fallen to the pillows nor that her eyes have shut until Harry's disturbing her with a small chuckle. "What are you doing with your mouth open like that?"

"Humidifier," she hums, pointing lazily in the direction of the humming. "feels good on my throat."

Harry says something she doesn't catch but she's too tired to ask him to repeat himself, instead sitting up onto her elbows to take the medicine Harry's brought in. He drops a few pills in her hand, two of them definitely being Advil and the other some kind of gel medicine. Y/n huffs as she realizes she needs to sit up to drink water, moving until she's leaning against the headboard and taking the reusable Starbucks cup Harry's holding out. He watches her intently as she takes a drink, holding the water in her mouth and popping the pills between a small gap in her lips, swallowing all of them with a little grimace.

"You take your medicine backwards love." Harry comments, crawling over her and falling onto his shoulder with a grunt.

"No you do."

Harry snorts, wiggling his feet under the blankets and sinking down until they cover up to his knees. Y/n, grinning softly at the habit Harry shares with his daughter, pulls the blankets the rest of the way up. Harry let's her settle against his chest, both of them tilted to look out of the window, at the soft piles of snow building up on the ledge and the neighboring building.

She doesn't know what makes her say it. It could be the warmth of the room, or the warmth of him. It could be the way his heart pounds under her ear or how he's tenderly running the pads of his fingers over her shoulder. Whatever it is, she can't stop thinking of him. He's like a dream. An absolute perfect dream with his fluffy hair and soft pink Cupid's bow, his eyes that are far too pretty to not be considered Eden, the dark ink that decorates his soft body. The body that hugs and kisses and protects Ophelia, that's made up half of her DNA, that is so dedicated to his daughter the love practically pours out of him. She wants to be a part of that with him. She wants to be the other hand he holds, the other nose he dots kisses on, the other girl he loves with his whole being.

"I can't believe how lucky I am."

Harry doesn't flinch at her words like she thought he might, instead he just hums a quiet, "What's that?"

Her fingers trace over the laurel on his hip, eyes intently focused on the mark. "I'm lucky. Because I get to lay here with you, and-and I get to eat dinner with you and Ophelia, and just be with you two. You could've picked anyone in the world to have here with you and I can't believe it's me."

She tears her gaze away from his abdomen when she feels him look down at her, and the little double chin he's got paired with the endeared gloss in his eyes makes her insides puddle.

"Is this the cold talking or do you really think you're the lucky one here?"

He cracks a smile when she rolls her eyes. "I'm not delusional or drugged, Harry. I just really really like you. Even if you might be a little too McDreamy for me."

Harry's hand comes up to her face, cradling it like she were made of the snow falling just outside their window. "You're the dream here. I can't tell you how many nights I laid in this same spot, hearing her snore through the walls, thinking this is how it's always going to be. That I was always going to be going to bed alone."

Eyes fluttering, she nuzzles into his warm palm. "You don't know how amazing you are huh?" Lazily, y/n manages to climb into his lap, plushy thighs cradling his hips and hands slipping up his chest to rest on his collarbones. "You're so sweet, taking care of me when I'm not even your responsibility, and you're so handsome as like just a guy, but then you're also a dad and that's even more attractive-"

Harry's cackles cuts her off, and it's so loud she has to throw her fingers over his mouth to keep him from waking his daughter. Eyes crinkled, he peels her hand off, bringing it back to his chest. "Got a thing for dads?" He asks, his teasing smirk shining in her eyes.

"No," she mumbles, blushing. "just this dad, I guess."

Her words morph the smirk into a sweet smile, the kind that looks like he might be holding back from growing too big but his dimples once again give him away. Harry breathes a deep sigh, looking over her face like he can't find the words he's trying to say.

"What?"

Her soft encouragement breaks it out of him. "I-I want you to be one of my responsibilities, if that's what you want."

As if all the heat from her fever had magically gathered in her belly, her stomach warms to the point it's almost unbarable. She can't look away from him, eyes stuck in whatever trance his are pulling her in with. It's when his hands cup her face that she realizes what he's asked.

"You ask all your patients to be your girlfriend?"

Harry simpers, shaking his head softly. "Not a patient, love. You're my y/n, right?"

Butterflies flutter around her chest, a smile taking over her face and all she can manage is a measly nod, too overwhelmed by the beaming grin on Harry's cheeks. She falls forward with a giggle that ends up making her cough, Harry rubbing her back as she tries to catch her breath on his shoulder.

"We okay?"

She nods again, hands worming their way under his torso as she clinges to him like a koala. "Perfect."

Harry has to run the store the next morning, briefly waking y/n to give her more medicine and then she's drifting in and out of sleep as he carries an unconscious Ophelia into the room, laying her on his side of the bed. He tucks the blankets around them again, kissing Ophelia on the head and letting y/n know in a whisper that he'll be back in a bit.

It's around a half hour later when both her and Ophelia finally wake up, Ophelia grumbling and yawning as she peers at y/n through bright green eyes. "Goofy Movie?" She simply asks, tilting her head so the mess of tangled curls on her head bounce.

"Sure thing Sweets."

They move to the living room, sitting on the floor against the couch and pulling up the movie on Disney+. Ophelia insists she's not hungry, laying on y/n's shoulder and laughing at everything Goofy says. Y/n is on the verge of falling back asleep when Ophelia pats her thigh.

"Max doesn't have his mom." Ophelia says timidly, and the seriousness of her voice chills y/n's bones.

"No, but he's got the best dad, doesn't he?" Y/n offers, knowing Ophelia's thinking about her not having her mother either.

"Yeah," Ophelia agrees, squirming closer to y/n. "but no one ever talks about his mom. I don't have mine either and everybody talks about it."

Panic floods her chest, heart thumping nervously. What's she supposed to tell her? What has Harry told her? Does Ophelia even know who her mom is?

"They do?"

Ophelia nods, moving so she's laying her head on y/n's thigh. "Josh asked why I don't talk about my mom, and when I said I don't have a mom he told me I was weird. All kids have mom's."

"Did you tell your daddy?"

Ophelia shakes her head. "Daddy's always said that he loves me enough for two parents so it's not weird because love is love, no matter who it comes from."

It's a terribly sweet thing to say, and probably the best way to assure a child that they're equally loved, but y/n can tell she's reluctant to believe it. She remembers being that age and wondering why she didn't have the same family as everyone else.

"Well when I was a kid, I didn't have my mom either." Y/n's confession widens Ophelia's eyes, and she sits up to look at y/n in awe.

"You didn't?" She breathes, and y/n thinks Ophelia didn't know that other kids don't always have a mom and dad.

She shakes her head, smiling because Ophelia needs to know it's okay, it doesn't make her sad to just have her father. "She passed away when I was a tiny tiny baby, so I just a daddy too. And he's the best, I never felt like I needed a mom because he was good enough for two."

"Do you miss her?"

"I used to, but I never really knew her so I think I just missed the fact that I could've had a mom. But like I said, I'm happy and I had a great daddy. And you do too, huh Sweets?"

Ophelia giggles as if remembering what a funny, wonderful father she has, and nods. "I do have a good daddy."

"And he loves you so much."

Ophelia climbs into her lap, little fingers playing with the ends of y/n's hair. She looks at y/n through her eyelashes, blinking shyly. "Do you?"

Her heart melts in the warmth of Ophelia's voice, nodding with a tender smile. "Of course I do. What's not to love?"

With her fever finally gone and sinuses cleared up enough to allow her to breathe, y/n felt shiny and new, sprawled out on Harry's bed, looking out at the Christmas lights in the snow. She can hear him talking to Ophelia through the walls, muffled and unintelligible as he puts her to bed. She's humming softly, falling into a peaceful trance until Harry's entering the room, closing the door behind him and rushing to the bed. She only gets the chance to sit up before he's hovering over her, mouth claiming hers in a heated kiss.

Her mouth parts in shock, hands freezing on his shoulders until her mind catches up with her and she's pulling away from his insistent mouth. "You're gonna get sick? What-what are you doing?"

Harry stares down at her with a look she's never seen before, but she sure doesn't mind the way it captivates her. "You told her you love her? You love my baby?"

Y/n falters, not knowing what to say. He's not mad, obviously, but she's still absolutely terrified that she overstepped. Maybe it wasn't her place to talk to Ophelia about parents but it seemed right, and Ophelia did ask her. "Y-yeah. I'm sorry, she was-"

Harry cuts her off with another strong kiss, cupping her face in his right hand. They're both breathless when they part. "You're so good," he mutters like he's talking to himself. "so fucking good. I don't-I can't believe I-" He interrupts himself by pecking kisses to her jaw and neck, panting hotly into her skin. Her hands slip around his torso, clinging to his strong back as he mumbles to himself in her neck.

"Harry!" Y/n gasps, belly tingling when he swipes his tongue over the vein on the side of her throat. Harry's hips jut forward into hers, her thighs tightening around his when she feels his hard member through his sweatpants.

"Fuck, sounds so good." Harry grunts, nibbling on that same spot. He earns another moan from her, her ankles crossing behind his butt and he ruts into her again. Warmth floods to her core, tummy clenching when Harry's cock perfectly bumps her clit.

Her brain swirls in her head, eyes fluttering shut with each moan and gasp that Harry pulls from her. Maybe it's not practical that they're already doing this, but it's Harry and she trusts him. She trusts him more than she's ever trusted anyone before. "Harry please!"

Her begging encourages a deep groan from him, one that has wetness pooling in her underwear and Harry continuously grinds his hips down into hers. He's slipping his fingers under the waistband of her bottoms when he moves to look at her. His cheeks are pink, pupils blown wide and lips swollen as he pants. He's beautiful, so fucking beautiful, even with the frustrated wrinkles on his face.

"I don't-I don't have protection." He breathes dejectedly, slowing the movement of his shallow humps. "I just, I haven't done this in bloody fucking years so I don't-"

"Its okay," y/n assures, leaning up to kiss him. Maybe it's good they don't have condoms. Maybe they should talk about this before they have sex, because they can't just think about themselves, they have to think about Ophelia and how this could affect all of them. "we can just do this, still do this please."

Harry whimpers pathetically at her pleading, head dropping forward into her shirt covered chest. He moves his hand under it, lifting it up and over her head. She immediately does the same, Harry grinding into her harder as he takes in the sight of her half naked.

"You're so beautiful," he husks, kissing her collarbones. "letting me have you like this, love on you. Sweet girl."

Y/n didn't think she had a praise kink, but Harry's sweet words are definitely winding her up more than they should. The coil in her stomach twists and twists, legs clenching and veins tingling. Harry grunts more compliments to her, punctuating each one with a borderline painful thrust against her clit, until white is blowing up behind her eyes and Harry has to quiet her with his tongue in his mouth. She still trembling, shocks of pleasure running through her veins when Harry stills, a deep drawn out groan bubbling out from deep in his chest. He stays against her as they come down, mumbling broken curse words under his breath and y/n can't help but giggle happily at him.

He opens his eyes to look at her, beaming and giddy as he pecks her mouth. Y/n kisses him again, tenderly combing her fingers through his hair and Harry rocks his sensitive cock against her again.

"Harry I don't think you can get hard again." Y/n laughs.

He chuckles, lifting himself off of her and onto the bed. "Was just enjoying the first orgasm I've had with someone else since I was in college." The awe and pure joy in his tone makes her soft, rolling over onto his chest and pecking kisses onto the swallow tattoo closest to her.

"Mmm dirty boy." She teases, playfully biting his skin. "You're someone's father, you know that?"

"Dad's deserve sex too baby."

She snorts, resting her cheek against his chest. He rubs her shoulder like he had the night before and she resumes her mindless humming, eyes growing heavy. She doesn't know how Harry hasn't gotten up to change out of his cum filled pants, but her brain is too foggy to ask. Seconds away from falling asleep she here's him let out a disbelieving chuckle, followed by a quiet "definitely need condoms."

She can't muster a laugh but she manages to pinch at his side, fading into sleep as Harry's giggle rings in her ears.

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ma-gic-gay · 3 years

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A few hours later, Carly's finally managed to sleep. It was a battle to get her to even admit she was tired, so it's peaceful that she's agreed to.

Besides one ten minute bathroom and punching a wall break, he hasn't left her bedside, nor alerted her kids yet that she's in the hospital. Sound the alarms when she's okay with it, or really needs everyone to be there that very second. That might mean it'll be a while before they find out, but whatever.

Well, it was peaceful, that is, until she woke up screaming for him even though he's sitting right next to her.

"Jason!" She screams, half sobbing. She's reliving it, breaking his heart once more. There are very few things in this world that can make Jason Morgan cry, but Carly Corinthos crying or being hurt in any way, shape, or form can in a single second.

"I'm right here," he assures her, watching her breathing slow slightly from the rapid pace it was at as she registers the sound of his voice. "You're safe now, I'm here."

"Don't let me go," she half begs. "Cyrus, he'll be back any minute now."

"Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?" Jason asks, shifting her face so she's looking at him. "Take me hand. Just trust me, you're safe."

"Is that blood? Do I feel blood? Did you- where's Cyrus? Did you kill him?"

"Yes, you feel blood but that's not what's important right now-"

"You are bleeding, I think that matters. Did you do it, did you kill Cyrus?" Carly asks, still thinking they're in that little room from what he can tell.

"No, I didn't kill him. Carly, you're at GH. You got kidnapped and raped. Cyrus is in police custody right now," he reminds her gingerly.

She starts looking around, calming down from her nightmare. "Jason, why the hell are you bleeding?"

"I punched a wall."

"Sudden outbursts of anger like that in a public place aren't a good idea."

"Yeah, well you were sleeping, I had to pee and I heard the nurses gossipping about what happened to you so I punched a wall."

"And you've got bloody hands. You've got to get these stitched, this could be a deep cut. Let me look and check it out."

"You barely passed nursing school, Carly, and that was 30 years ago. Do you feel qualified to tell me whether or not I need stitches?"

"Yes, I do."

Sighing his defeat, he lets her look at his hands. "Okay, this isn't that bad. You don't need stitches but you do need a bandage and some hydrogen peroxide that I will apply myself because I do not trust that twelve year old to do it for you," Carly smiles. "God, if only I'd paid attention in nursing school."

"I take it you mean Elizabeth when you say the twelve year old?"

"Correct. Liz can go treat the other patients. I, on the other hand, have absolutely nothing to do so you are going to let me find bandages and a first aid kit and fix you up."

This is better than sobbing, right? Maybe?

She presses the little red button for a nurse and Elizabeth walks in. "I need a first aid kit and bandages."

"For what, exactly?"

"Jason's hand," Carly answers smugly, holding it up. "I'm patching it up for him."

"It's my job to do that, Carly."

"No, it's my job to make sure he doesn't get hurt as his best friend. It's your job to make sure I'm not going to be dead by morning," she responds sarcastically. God help them all, she's gonna pick a fight.

"Fine, Carly. I'll get you the first aid kit. Don't kill him, alright?" Elizabeth says, grimacing.

"Not to worry, Liz, I take plenty good care of him."

When she leaves, he rolls his eyes at her. "I thought you and Elizabeth called a truce. Or did I forget and now I'm going to be in hell for the next few days while you're in here?"

"I'm not being rude. We agreed to not fist fight each other and I'm not bad mouthing her," she defends herself quickly before changing the topic in a way only she can do successfully. "Alright, we need to have a discussion."

"I liked it better when you were sleeping," Jason groans.

"You love me," she counters. "And besides it's not going to be taking forever."

"Sure," he agrees sarcastically and she fakes offended.

"Well I need to stay awake somehow until little miss perfect over there gets me some damn bandaids," the blonde smiles, "and now I want to walk down memory lane. Let's reminisce, shall we?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Then I guess we're reminiscing."

In light of recent events (fucking and kissing), this is definitely a stupid idea. Probably one of her dumbest yet. Well, no, it doesn't involve a kidnapping or marriage. So probably one of the weirder ones. Not dumb, persay, but strange.

"You remember the morning after? The first one, when I told you you were gonna be my boy on the side and you didn't even want to know my name?" She asks, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah. We never managed to do that, did we?"

"Well, in my defense, I was thinking, here's this super hot guy, and I wanted to know more about him."

"You were bored and needed a friend."

"Well, I did need a friend too but my point still stands." When he waves his hand unceremoniously, she continues, "and then I remember when I showed up on your doorstep, pregnant with Michael. I kicked you out of a meeting and everything to tell you and beg you to claim to be the dad."

"I agreed because he needed to be kept away from AJ, which I still stand by. Besides, I didn't have anything else to do."

"And I ended up giving you a child. Sorry for, you know, fucking that up with AJ," Carly says, "but I think that kid grew up with you and Sonny as his dad figures, which is better than I ever got."

"I don't know how much better but I agree he's a great guy"

"Because of you. Sonny, yes of course he loved Michael, but come on. He raised him when it was convenient, like all of his other kids. You raised Michael and didn't accept any credit I gave you for how he turned out," she smiles sadly at him.

"Well, that's because you raised a great kid with Sonny."

"And you. Moreso you, if you think about it, because as much as I loved Sonny, he didn't raise a kid. Dante was raised by Olivia, you, Jax, and I played more of a role in Michael's life, Alexis raised Kristina, Ava and I raise Avery more than him, Morgan was raised more by Jax, you and I, and Donna won't even have any memories of him, so I'm hoping she turns out okay."

"She will. After all, all of your kids are doing great."

"Thanks," she smiles. "And thanks for not calling them when you got here. I just, I can't deal with that right now."

"Exactly why I didn't tell them."

"You remember that time you kissed me, after Bobbie's not wedding to Jerry?"

"Yeah."

"God, who would've thought all those years ago we'd end never even giving it a shot."

"Me."

"Only after I slept with Sonny."

"Fair enough."

"Sorry for pretty much cheating on you and, you know, ruining what was basically the healthiest relationship I ever had up until that point. It really only rivals Jax, and even then, he was a bitch about Josslyn's custody."

"I forgave you for that a long time ago, Carly. You know that."

"Yeah but it was still a shitty thing to do. I mean, if I had any sense at all, I would've just stormed in there and asked you what you were doing and it never would've happened."

"No point dwelling on the past," Jason suggests.

"No point? Do you know what I was doing the whole time you were gone and I wasn't kidnapped? Thinking about the past. Thinking about everything we went through. I mean, the fact we didn't kill each other is impressive as it is." Carly marvels at their past.

"Because of last night?"

"Yeah, because of last night and because of this whole year and just everything. It just, it made me think."

"Oh no."

"It's not bad thoughts! But it got me thinking, we never gave us a shot."

"Because we decided each time we had an opportunity it wouldn't work," he reminds her. "Or you came up with yet another plan that would inevitably lead to us getting into a fight."

"My plans happen less and less now."

"Which makes them more and more dangerous," Jason argues.

"This isn't about my plans, it's about our past."

Ugh, conversations like this are the bane of his existence. They're also a great time, normally, to tune her out but this one, he can't. Not after his own mental confusion regarding their present and maybe it had something to die with their past. Maybe.

"Because of what happened last night, Carly, you think we're, what, meant to be or something?"

"When did you get to be such a mind reader?" She asks with a very large smile on her face.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Just kiss me."

He obliges.

To be continued after I get a good six hours of sleep (:) I live in pain

for you :)

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bigscaryyanderewriter · 5 years

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Liebling (Medic x Reader)

3k words

Tw: Medical stuff, dubcon, abuse, bondage, blackmailing, blood, yandere themes

This was commissioned!!! The first one I have gotten and I would love to thank the lovely person who paid for my writing. I definitely enjoyed writing this..please, gimme money aghaghaghagh ❤

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The rain poured as you shuddered, the bus stop where you were staying that night was lit up by the flickering street lights while you waited for the train. Dark clouds loomed in an ominous sort of way as the storm seemed to suffocate all light that wasn't from it. It only just occurred to you that the bus may not even be coming with the weather being as it is. Your phone glowed in your hand as you tried to browse away your worries that came from being here.

You needed to get out.

You needed out of this town and away from the hand that you had been dealt by the shitty folks of the city. Anywhere was better than here. You knew that, ignoring the frantic texts from your mother. She was begging you to come home, to think about and telling you how crazy you were being.

The funny part was, she was the one who let your father throw things at you. She didn't stop him from hitting you physically and using his sickeningly good way with words to jab at every fault you had. It was worse than anything when he wouldn't hurt you. He would just rip you apart as he told you about how you shouldn't have been born, you were definitely not his child and he could never, ever see you doing anything with your life.

He didn't care about you.

You still were nursing your arm as the shirt you wrapped around it was… Less than dry as blood soaked the already rain dampened fabric.

Wincing, you looked at your hand and then nearly jumped at the shaking of any umbrella. It was a man in a trenchcoat, a pair of glasses on his face and dark hair. He was rather handsome with a good jaw and strong features, but his eyes were on you… It was an intent gaze as he was seemingly to analyze what form of foreign creature you were.

A frown formed on your face as you saw how he kept staring, "Just what do you think you're looking at? Can't a girl catch the midnight train going anywhere?" Your voice cracked with slight emotion as you turned your head away. It wasn't until he moved closer that you went to look back.

911 wasn't going to be coming, you wouldn't call for help and you hurriedly went to stand with your bag of necessities as the man grabbed your hand.

"Please, please let go of my arm!"

"Frau, your arm will get infected with zhe way you've wrapped it und I don't think you want that."

You froze, realizing the amount of blood you had bled unto the bench and pavement beneath you as your hands shook. It was surreal as he slowly began addressing your wound and a hiss escaped you. Clearly he didn't care about your actual pain as he did his thing.

He asked minimal questions, but he did talk about the weather and such. You mainly "mhmm"ed and said yeah. It was actually soothing to hear him speak, because soon you were trying to stay awake. Helping you, he informed you that he was going to take you to a nearby place and get you something to eat. You needed to stay awake.

The night went on. You learned his name was Ludwig and he was from Stuttgart, Germany. You began to feel better. The way he seemed so generous was… It was lovely, he was genuine in how he treated you. You feel the way he isn't trying to pity you, while you just dump your issues onto the table as you both eat. His brows furrowed in, frowns come and he even offers to let you stay with him. You couldn't accept. He gave you his number to call if the wound gave you more trouble though and it was… You would take him up on that.

He was very persistent on you contacting him again though, just to continue talking. You were told how you were… less annoying than the average person and it was flattering, you supposed.

After he left, you slowly made your way to a motel. Scraping together the money from working was beneficial as you now sat in a room with warmth in it. Your sleep was dreamless that night, but it was better than nightmares.

You didn't even notice how a red umbrella followed you there that night and how a pair of intense, blue eyes kept on you when you had figured they were long gone.

The cut was healing alright, but it still hurt. You had actually been texting Ludwig, who helped you that night. Mainly for info on how to deal with your wound. He was more than helpful as you took care to follow his instructions.

Money was running low for you though, as you only had enough for another day in the motel. You would be on the streets and have to figure it out. It was not a comforting thought as you racked your brain.

It had been more than once when your dear medic had offered to house you, but you… You weren't sure. A man you didn't know and the potential of bad things happening. His words seemed to convince you otherwise though. He was a doctor, he was safe. Nothing would happen if you weren't interested and he just wanted to help you.

The "if you weren't interested" part made your face heat up as you had over thought the idea of Ludwig had formed some sort of… Affection for you, other than platonic. He did seem to have more regard for your life than he seemed to have for others. It was a bit alarming the first time he talked about his patients, but it was just the world you live in. You could accept it, especially when so many worse individuals dwelled in it.

It was a confusing situation considering how he hardly knew you. Though, men were men is what you could only mutter as you thought of how your father spoke of women. A disgusting, dehumanizing way of thinking about women.

The second day on the streets after realizing you couldn't live like this… You went to him. He welcomed you with open arms, even feeding you a warm meal. New clothes were provided, even an actual bed. You couldn't stop thanking him as you tried to not cry.

His way of calming you was interesting and you often find yourself with his strong, dexterous hands on your arms. Ludwig was a very hands on type of person, never handsy in a way you didn't like though. It was those touches that made butterflies sometimes erupt in you.

The way he just seemed to have a grip on every aspect of your life in such a short span of time was intimidating though. It was almost natural after a while though. The giving up the reigns on how you lived was… It was comforting, not having to worry about so much.

When days passed and you came up with a more stable plan, you told your host about it. You would work and go live in the motel while saving money. They did have a room for rent and it was relatively cheap. It was a good idea in your opinion and he seemed to like it, but then you fell down the stairs.

You didn't notice Ludwig coming down as you did and he lost his balance, accidentally sending you down. He said sorry, but you almost thought he was more upset about your new injury. You had a concussion and your knee hurt terribly when you were helped back upstairs by your friend as you wept, clinging to him as a support.

It wasn't brought to your attention how he quietly enjoyed those noises.

You had bruised yourself and it was soon better again, but you told him that you still planned on going through with your plan and he soured.

"You can't be on your feet yet, you should just stay here und let me help you. It will all be fine. You don't need to waste your time on such things." He would say as he continued to make various excuses. It was overbearing.

The way he would say suggestive things to you always made you blush and ignore it.

"With the way you get hurt, it is almost like you want to stay with me."

"You might as well live here und let me take care of everything."

"Oh… That wince was positively adorable."

It was brushed aside, until you realized just how trapped you were here… Just like home, in a way. Suffocating in this gilded cage, with Ludwig. You needed some time alone. Time to think. The hallway floor creaked as you went to leave, somehow feeling like you were doing something bad. Cream colored walls seemed to stand eerily while you slipped on the jacket Ludwig had gotten you. Opening the door, you heard his voice.

"Where are you heading off to so late? You know it is dangerous at night and it will most likely storm." He spoke casually, as if he is warning would stop you.

"Ludwig, I'm… I need to think about things alone. I have been relying on you for too long and it isn't because I want to leave. It is because I feel too guilty staying. You have a life to live and I'm just… Burdening you." You admitted some of what you thought as you went to look back at him when you feel the pinch in your neck.

"Sh sh sh… You'll be awake soon enough and we can continue our talk." His accented voice whispered in your ear as your world turned fuzzy and warm. It was the sense of panic that drained from you until you woke.

You woke up thrashing and in a cold sweat as you shouted out into the darkness. Your body was bound against the table as you tried to angle your head to look around. Your clothes were replaced with a gown of sort. A hospital one. No one was around. "Ludwig! LUDWIG!"

A chuckle resounded as a door creaked, showing the light from the hall and the light clicked on.. Ludwig stood in the bright fluorescent beams, a pair of, what seemed to be, scrubs on as he adjusted his glasses, looking down at you on the table as you feel your heart pounding within your chest.

You froze up as you look at the glare obscuring his eyes, a wide smile on his face. "Wunderbar! You know, you slept for quite a while and I didn't want to disturb you. Just with you looking so peaceful, but now that we are at this point… (Y/N), it is time for things to change in our relationship."

"Ludwig, uhm, change? We aren't even- We are not in any relationship." You were confused and you just wanted to leave.

"Hah… That doesn't matter. You continue to live with me, I will… Make sure you continue to live."

"Live?!" You say, becoming more and more scared.

"Ja, you know how things are here. I believe that we can be… Happy, I suppose." He said as he pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Uhm, what are those for?" The crack in your voice was embarrassing.

"Well, you see. I am going to apply local anesthetic to your arm und insert a small tracking device-"

"What?!" You look at him with wide, fearful eyes as you strain even more to escape.

"Oh, it will be only a little incision on your arm. Come yourself. It will be over before you know it."

His hands were going to grab a syringe beside you and he was seeming to begin the procedure.

"I will be injecting zhe anesthetic into zhe area where I will be working. You shouldn't feel anything, but if you do… Tell me immediately, ja? Ja. After making an incision once you are numb, I will insert this chip." He pulled a small chip off the table and showed it to you, "Afterwards, I will sew you back up and you'll be no worse for wear."

"Ludwig, I don't want you to do this, please! I-i'll do anything, I promise." You didn't know what else to do other than beg, because… If you didn't, then there was no stopping him.

"This is only a security measure. I know you don't love me und it is fine that you don't. All I need is for you to stay with me." He admitted as he held your arm still. Tears slowly ran down your face as you lay there, a choked noise escaping you.

It was the brush of lips against yours and the pinch of the needle in your arm that made you freeze, forgetting to cry out. The medic's lips moving and making you near melt for a second. It was blissful. Until he pulled away, leaving you panting and red faced.

"You drive me absolutely crazy, Liebling." He murmured before clearing his throat. "You may want to look away for a bit or look und watch. Watch what I'll do to you."

You quietly looked as he finished numbing the small area and grabbed a small scalpel-like device. Opening the skin as his hands gripped you where you could not feel. It was… Nauseating. You knew you shouldn't have watched. There was no reason you should do this to this to yourself and the way it looked was odd. It was like you had began disassociating. No pain made you relax as you watched with tiny, salty tears running down your cheeks.

Soon it was over though, you must have passed out when you saw the amount of blood flowing. You had never done this before. The numbness was still there in your arm, but two stitches now decorated it. There wasn't much you could do, aside from torturing yourself further by ripping open the stitches. You weren't sure about your willpower to do that though as you looked to see your captor sitting near you as he was reading something.

Your throat was dry as you looked at Ludwig, knowing he probably didn't know you were awake. He seemed zoned in on it as he leaned into his hand, which held his jaw.

"Ludwig?" You murmured with a bit of hesitation and those blue eyes were on you. The same intense eyes that always saw through you. Saw through everything, every facade, layer of skin and sinew, into your very soul it seemed. It was odd and disturbing.

"Oh, Liebling, you're awake. How are you feeling?" He moved closer as his hand touches your face. No longer gloved. It was warm and firm, real. This was real.

"I just, I want to go home." You whispered, teary eyed as he rubbed your cheek.

"You are home, darling." His lips were in yours again and locked into something more passionate than you had expected. The way he was now pressed up against you was suffocating and you were dragged directly into this kiss. It was… Sinfully delicious. You did like Ludwig, you did have something there twisting inside you. It was your battling mind that whispered how much better it could be if you were just… Malleable to his wishes, willing and wanting.

Dragging his hands through your hair as you were taken into a kiss of teeth, lips, spit and need before you bite him. His lip bleeding before he did the same, blood mixing with yours. It was messy and drove you to become a panting wreck.

You didn't want to be here. None of this was normal, but you weren't sure how you would be considered normal either. This was safety to you. Hate filled kissing, despising in silence. Your mother did it and who said you would wind up any different. There was no saving anyone here. Your legs were adjusted and spread.

Bodies pressed against one another as you panted, his hands pulling your hair and making noises babble out of your mouth. It was the air that passed slowly over your privates before Ludwig was in between your legs as you feel the growing excitement between the two of you.

His hand ripped away the gown as it exposed your naked body, hands moving to your chest as he carefully began to touch you. You were eager to respond to those touches as he moved his mouth away from yours. Your lips ached, probably bruised and bleeding as his own latched onto your nipple. The other was toyed with as you reeled. "Please, please, please, Ludwig."

You feel his finger dance between your thighs, rubbing them before sliding them against your lips. He groaned before slipping in a finger, thicker than yours and the sensation of it curling made you twitch. More, you needed more.

"Liebling, tell me. Do you feel just how much you want me or are you just trying to ignore it? Your body is honest, betraying you completely. How does it feel? Knowing you're squeezing and lubricating yourself up just for me?" He was rubbing your clit as he continued to add fingers. Three were in as you began to buck your hips and moan.

"Such a slut, if I had known how you wanted me. I would have done this long ago. Everyone has needs und I would have gladly taken care of yours. Go on, beg for it. You've been so good so far, I want to hear it."

Your face was flushed as the way his words struck more in you than you thought they would. It was not enough. "A-ah, Ludwig, please, I just, I want you. I don't care, I want you right now!" You gasped and writhed beneath him, whining when he pulled his hand out of you. Emptiness was so overwhelming as he wiped his hand on your thighs, spreading them wider.

You craned your neck to look down, but were shoved back. His hand gripping the side of your head to keep you down, his other rubbing the something blunt and firm against your labia. It was nudging your clit and making your whimpers come out again. "Ludwig, please."

He pushed in, making you groan along with him. Quiet grunts sounded above you as he spoke in low, harsh german. It was… You loved it. Adjustment was small, but he didn't seem to mind your slight discomfort as he only could feel bliss at the tight, hot grip your walls provided. Soon he was rutting into you and his hands held underneath your knees, pushing your thighs against your torso. You couldn't move yourself with him overwhelming you and the restraints still on your upper body. You wish you could wrap your legs around him though as your dragged your nails down his back. Draw blood and make him scream along with you.

Battering your walls, his teeth and lips met you shoulders and neck. Digging in and sucking hard. Covering you in marks of ownership, making you cry as he drove you insane. He was cursing and whispering in a low, nasty tone. You could find him slipping into English again though. "Mine, you're going to be mine forever, Liebling. Mmm.."

He was panting above you as he continued to do more shallow thrusts, just enough to drive you close to your edge as you cried out below him. "Cum on my cock, do it. I want to feel how you can't take it anymore. Go on, Liebling. Go ahead."

He hissed as you did cum, your own moans spilling out, "Ludwig, Ludwig, a-ah, oh my god. That, ah, you- Fucking hell! Pleasssee…" You panted and grunted as Ludwig's voice lowered into your ear.

"I'm so close, I'm going to make you my own. I won't ever let anyone take you away. My most valued possession, my sweet liebling. A-ah hng…" He let out little pants as he got closer, his face twisting as he pulled out and moved his hand along himself. His body tensing as hot ropes of cum painted your stomach as you panted and laid with satisfied exhaustion fading away. Horror filling you as Ludwig loomed over you, wiping your stomach off and undoing your restraints.

"(Y/N), I'll need to clean zhe bites on your neck und after a rest. We'll get you to a bathroom, but for now. If only you knew how beautiful you look. Oh, my sweet liebling."

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74 | Refined Mint

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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After leaving Mitsuya, you run across the health center to search for Chifuyu. You enter his room- where he had been sleeping in one of the abandoned patient rooms- but he is nowhere to be found. You check almost every place you can think of, but still, there is no sign of him. Feeling anxious, you decide to ask the first person you find if they know where Chifuyu is. And so, remembering that you passed Naoto nearly ten times at the nurses' station, you decide to return to him. Of course, there he is, sorting through medical supplies like it's just another ordinary day at work.

"Hey, Naoto, have you seen Chifuyu?" you ask, feeling relieved to have found someone who might know where he is.

"Oh, is that why you've been walking back and forth for the past thirty minutes? I was wondering when you were going to say something. I saw him a while ago. He's outside in the back, shooting his gun at some of those cans for target practice like some of the others used to do..." he replies before trailing off. For a moment he had forgotten that the whole can-target practice thing was originally started with you, Draken, and Baji.

You quickly make your way to the back of the center, hoping that Chifuyu is still back there. And as you open the door, you see him standing with his back toward you, gun in hand, and empty cans scattered all around him.

"Hey, Chifuyu, what are you doing out here? Working on your shitty aim?" you tease, smiling softly.

Chifuyu turns around and looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

"I'm practicing," he replies in a strained voice. "I hate having to kill to survive. It's a bullshit excuse for some AI world. But damn, if I don't really have a choice."

You could sense the pain and anguish in his voice as he spoke. You knew that Chifuyu has been struggling with the reality of your situation- this post-apocalyptic world where resources were scarce and danger lurked around every corner.

"Well," you hum as you walk down the steps, "what if I said I knew a way we could survive without having to kill."

Chifuyu looks at you with interest and you can see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He slowly puts down his gun and walks towards you. Together, the two of you sit down and look out at the overgrown landscape around you.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

"I was just talking to Mitsuya. He said that if we take anesthetics and sleep during the day, the number on our wrist won't go down," you explain. "And I bet you that Mikey has anesthetics we can take."

"So we're listening to Mitsuya now? DDidn'tyou say he was batshit crazy?" he scoffs.

"I don't remember saying that," you shake your head.

"Fine then," he shrugs, "What kind of anesthetics would we take?"

"Propofol? Etomidate?" you reply. "It doesn't really matter what we take as long as it works. And we need enough to last us for a good while. We'll have to come back here eventually or find another health center, but we should survive for as long as we can on our own."

Chifuyu looks at you with a mix of skepticism and hope. "But it won't work forever."

"Of course not," you reply as you place your hand on his knee, "But having a break with just the two of us and Peke J wouldn't be so bad, would it?"

Chifuyu nods and you can see the weight of the world slowly lifting off his shoulders.

"And then," you continue, "we can go to one of the boat docks and steal a boat. We could sail away from all our shit for as long as we can."

A smile slowly spreads across Chifuyu's face and he quickly grabs your hand and squeezes it in his. "Let's do it," he says, his voice filled with determination. "Let's sail away and start all over. Just us and Peke, like you said."

You smile back at him, feeling hope like you haven't felt in so long. "Let's go," you nod, standing up and pulling Chifuyu along with you. "Let's go get those anesthetics."

You and Chifuyu make your way back inside the health center. Though you have an uneasy feeling as you enter, knowing that you were about to steal from your friends and disappear yet again, you can't help but feel so relieved that you get to start a life with Chifuyu.

You head straight into the storage room, searching for whatever you can get your hands on. You scan the shelves, looking for any boxes or vials that could contain the right drug. Chifuyu follows closely behind, grabbing a small suitcase from one of the abandoned hospital beds.

As you find the boxes of Propofol you were hoping you'd find, you hand them off to Chifuyu, who carefully packs them into the suitcase. The room is silent, aside from the rustling of the boxes and the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath your feet.

Once the suitcase is filled with as much Propofol as you can find, Chifuyu closes it shut. He then turns to you with a serious look on his face. "Hey, do you know how to administer this stuff?" he asks, his voice low.

You chuckle nervously, feeling the weight of the responsibility that came with the anethetics. "No, I don't. But we'll figure it out. It can't be that hard, right?" you reply, trying to sound confident.

After the suitcase is filled with as much Propofol as you can carry, you go back to your room and pack your things into your backpack while Chifuyu does the same. The two of you meet up mere minutes later at the front of the health center. Chifuyu's got Peke J in his arms and looks over at you, nodding firmly.

"Ready?" he asks, grinning at you.

"As I'll ever be."

The two of you then make your way out of the health center. You can feel a mixture of relief and apprehension as the door shuts behind you. Yes, you have a plan now, but you don't know how it'll turn out in the end. All you do know is that you have to keep moving and surviving, no matter what that AI has in store.

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