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backwzzds · 7 months

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ೃ⁀➷ 5 in the mornin’, trafalgar law (nsfw)

law never gets mad when you call. even if its to have phone sex with him at 5 in the morning.

only back to drop for my baby daddy’s birthday <3. might feed y’all some more later today i gotta see how tired i am 🙇🏾‍♀️

it nearing 5 in the morning when you’d started to grow restless. usually you pulled all nighters on the night where law had to pull doubles at the hospital, most lasting anywhere from 36 to 48 hours. but no matter how many times he told you to stop waiting up two days straight for him—you didn’t listen.

you were sure that sleep was coming soon. law only worked four days a week, ranging at 96 hours of being head surgeon, and most of that time, you spent it awake, up and waiting for him—you were insane. you checked the time and figured that he’d finally be on his three hour break, permitting him to finally get at least a nap in his office quarters designated for senior doctors.

you began to grow irritable as you felt your body heat up randomly. you couldn’t remember the last time you had sex; it’s been a couple weeks due to how busy both you and law were. though the sun would be coming up soon, you’d felt the sudden urge to masturbate and hopefully release some tension like you usually did in order to sleep, but knew your fingers were nothing in comparison to law’s.

contemplation picked at your brain. you bit your lip, waging a mental war with yourself on what you should do. you were sure law would be napping right now—getting the little bit of sleep he usually did before his next and last surgery at eight in the morning, just a few hours from now. he always answered the phone whenever you called, but you felt so bad for disturbing him, even if it was just to get a nut from the sound of his voice alone.

you decided to try and settle it out yourself in hopes that you could have at least one orgasm before sleep naturally came over you. but with your plush legs spread open to the wall full of pictures of you two, you screwed your eyes shut in frustration when you couldn’t get yourself to cum. twenty minutes had passed by and you were growing annoyed for the lack of a nice orgasm.

finally giving into your nasty desires, you picked up your phone and clicked on law’s contact to facetime, resting the phone on the pillow by your ear, hand still between your hands and rubbing at your clit. you’re breathing heavily when he finally answers.

“hm?” you look over at your phone and notice that law is laying down with near closed eyes, the room to his quarters barely lit. “you alright baby?” his voice is groggy and tired. you felt bad for bothering him.

“i’m sorry,” you choked out. “just wanted to hear your voice is all. go back to sleep.” you’re prepared to hang up and just deal with your orgasm yourself but stopped when law hums in decline.

law opens one eye and furrows his brow as to why he was staring at the ceiling. “it’s alright. you okay?”

you breath out, rubbing your clit at the sound of his voice. even that was enough to get you to cum. “yeah, i’m good. just miss you.”

your man lets out a yawn as he finally sits up a bit and eyes the camera. “i miss you too. you sure you’re okay? you sound like something is bothering you.”

“law, please talk to me,” you whisper softly, “say something sexy, please baby. how was your day at work?”

“it’s fine. had a knee and back surgery today. the back one nearly blew me out from how intricate it was. one wrong move and you could nick an artery in the spinal cord and permanently paralyze the patient…” it doesn’t take long for your doctor boyfriend to hang onto your words once he hears your unsteady breathing grow louder. “you in bed right now?” you hum out a response and nod your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you. now law was more awake as the topic of conversation intrigued him. his voice remains low as he thinks about you in all your glory. “you touching yourself?”

“mhm,” you let out. “keep—keep telling me about your day, baby please.”

“you really couldn’t wait, huh?” he chuckled lowly. it was just like you to be impatient. “thought i told you i’ll deal with you when i get home in a few hours, hm? you know my work days are boring.”

“fuck,” you drew out. it wasn’t unusual for you to be the perverted one in the relationship. law was more of the quiet one but you never had a problem with expressing yourself—oncoming orgasms included. “c-couldn’t wait. g-gonna cum soon.”

your chest is heaving up and down as law responds, dominance slowly peaking into his still hoarse vocie. “alright. you gonna do everything i tell you to, baby?”

you slip your middle finger into your cunt, slowly teasing yourself in hopes of tricking your body into thinking it was law touching you, but your body knew better than that. no one could ever replace the surgeon of death’s hands. “yes daddy, just make me cum please,” you whisper, eyes fully closed now.

the sound of a zipper is being heard from the phone, and you could only assume that law was mirroring your actions in the confinements of his own room, pulling his fat cock out the tent of his pants. with a heavy breath, he mutters, “rub that clit for me. nice and slow, okay, baby? just let me take control.”

you nod your head and do as told, handling your little bud with the utmost care as law would have. a few seconds into doing so, you can’t help but ask, “you touching yourself?”

small grunts and moans from law’s end of the phone tells you all you need to know as he breathes heavily. “no other choice but to,” he grits out, referring to your irresistible personality that only got more attractive during your mutual masturbation sessions. only you could wake the surgeon three hours before his next surgery for some phone sex and an orgasm. “go ahead ‘n put a finger in for me just the way i do it.”

“as long as you rub your thumb over your fat tip,” you whisper, pumping your middle finger in and out of you. “can you do that for me baby? nice and slow.”

“mhm,” law hummed, nodding. “fuck,” he whined lowly. and just like you said, he rolled the D of his right thumb finger right over his reddened tip, sticky with pre-cum as he savored your voice over the phone. “take your tits out. squeeze them just the way you like it.” with your free hand, you opened your robe, revealing your already naked body. “add one more finger.”

you let out a gasp as you feel yourself stretch with the addition of another finger, but not in the same way it does with law’s. “wish i can show you,” you wheeze out. “show you how wet my pussy is for you.”

“i know, mama,” law coos as he talks you through it. “but i’m not there right now so you’re gonna have to work this one out on your own in the mean time. rub your clit clockwise. you know how i do it,”

you frown. “‘s not you, daddy,” you whine, “‘s not gonna work.”

“stop talking and focus,” law’s voice is stern as he practically bites down on his tongue to prevent a loud groan from escaping from his lips. “you wanna call me at 5 in the mornin’ knowin’ i got a surgery to prepare for soon? mhm hmm, shove those fingers up that cunt and be a good girl now.”

you immediately do as told and stuff yourself with another finger. you curve your thumb upward to rub at your clit, causing you to jolt with extra stimulation. “oh fuck,” you whined, kicking ur knees up to the ceiling. you begin to feel a large knot tie in your stomach as you sped up your pace. “keep talking, baby. please.”

“yeah? you like that, mama?” law’s voice is taunting and teasing as he himself begins to lose control of his breathing. “you like it when i talk to you mean like that? you little minx.”

“yes,” you dragged out in a whining tone. “need you so bad, papa, i miss you.” you hadn’t seen your man in four days—of course you were gonna be acting like this.

“fuck,” the young doctor’s straining himself to hear your words. with a few more pumps of his shaft to the sounds of your wet pussy and whiny cries, law finally comes undone, shooting thick ropes of his hot white cum all over his delicate fingers and scrubs.

the proof of his affection continues oozing out the slick red slit of his tip as he bites down on his lip, trying his hardest not to let his sounds travel outside his sleeping quarters. “you gonna cum baby?”

“law, ngh—i’m coming!—“ you’re gasping for air once you finally feel the knot in your stomach come undone once more. fingers soaking up your juices like prunes, your eyes flutter shut when you feel your heart finally slow down. you and your man are both are breathing heavily over the phone when law finally sits up from his position.

“i’m on my way home.”

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Hii!! I have a request if thats okay, its kinda weird tho so if you don't wanna do it thats totaly okay<3

So i have like a really sensitive stomach so if i eat like anything greasy or a lot of one thing i get a really bad tummy ache, especially after supper like i don't throw up or anything im just kinda useless for like 2 hours. So the request is if you could do poly x fem!reader (or one of them, whatever you prefer) and have them comfort her and stuff? Maybe like cuddles and belly rubs? Idk

Thank u for excisting btw, you really make my day everytime you post<3

Thanks sweetheart, hope you like it :)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus knocks at your door tentatively. He’d known something was off when you’d left dinner early, vague about why you had to get home but urgent in a way that unnerved him. He’d followed you out of the restaurant, hoping to catch you in the parking lot, but you’d already gotten on your bus. Remus knew you were probably fine, but he couldn’t shake his anxiety about the way you’d left and he’d made his excuses a few minutes later, ignoring the jeering protests of his friends as he set out for your apartment.

After knocking again, he tries the handle, surprised and a bit alarmed to find the door unlocked. He calls your name as he steps inside hesitantly, wary of startling you if you’ve gone to sleep or have just gotten out of the shower (that’s something he’d like to see under more consensual circumstances). “It’s Remus,” he says into the dark apartment, feeling a bit silly. “Are you here?”

“Rem,” a soft voice comes from the direction of the living room, “what’re you doing here?”

He moves toward the sound. “I came to check on you. Sorry for just letting myself in, but you left dinner so suddenly and I…oh, sweetheart.”

He finds you on the couch, all curled up with your face pinched in obvious pain.

“Honey, what happened?” he asks, crouching beside you. His hand comes up to pet your hair of its own accord.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you say, the strain in your voice belying your words. “I just came home because my stomach was bothering me.”

Remus feels his brows pinch. “It hurts?” you nod, seeming embarrassed. He can’t imagine why, it’s not like you’ve any control over that sort of thing. “Do you think it was something you ate?”

You’re looking down at your knees, held tightly to your chest. “I…kind of,” you sigh. “This happens sometimes. Like, when I eat a lot of the same thing, or greasy foods.”

Remus nods thoughtfully. “So like, when James won’t stop piling fries onto your plate all night, and you feel like you have to eat them?” You look sheepish, and James is going to feel awful when Remus is through with him. He’s going to make damn sure nothing like this ever happens again on his watch. “I’m sorry, lovely,” he says. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You hesitate. “I’ve got ibuprofen in the bathroom, but I haven’t wanted to get up. Could you bring it to me?”

Remus squeezes your shoulder lightly, standing. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He hurries to the bathroom, finding the small bottle of pills under the sink and bringing it back along with a cup of water. He shakes a couple of tablets into his hand, passing them to you, but withholds the water when you reach for it.

“Sorry.” He really is. “You’ve got to sit up to drink it, don’t want you to choke.”

You shuffle into an upright position, bracing your back against the couch with your knees still drawn tight to your front, and Remus hands the cup over. You swallow the pills with a light exhale, as if you’re already anticipating the relief they’ll bring.

“Thanks, Rem.”

“It’s no problem,” he replies, and he hopes you understand how much he means it. “How long does the pain usually last?”

You sigh. “A couple hours. I’ll probably just lie here and wait it out, I won’t be able to get to sleep until it stops.”

Remus tries not to pout at you, his heart aching with sympathy. “If you’d like, we could watch a movie or something,” he suggests, adding quickly. “But if you want me to leave so you can relax, I completely understand, love.”

You ponder for a second, your face still tight with pain. “No, that sounds nice,” you say after a second. “A distraction could help, and I’ll be more relaxed with you here anyway.”

Remus has to turn away so you don’t see the full force of his smile, occupying himself with your television. He holds up a movie for you to see, putting it in the VHS player once you approve. You waste no time in snuggling up to him when he sits next to you on the couch, and Remus wraps his arm around you happily, rubbing gently up and down your arm. You all but melt under his touch, softening against his side.

It’s a few minutes into the movie before he works up the courage to ask. “Do you think it would help,” he says, hoping his voice sounds at least remotely casual, “if I rubbed your stomach for you?”

You look at him in surprise. “Remus, that’s alright. You don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind,” he says, and he doesn’t. Even though he’s giddy from the feel of you pressed up against him, he’s not offering as some excuse to touch you. He just wants so desperately to help. Seeing you in pain is like a gut punch every time he looks at you, and if there’s anything that can make you more comfortable, he wants to be the one to do it. “Really, I just want you to feel better.”

“Okay, yeah.” You relax your grip on your knees, letting your thighs fall a few inches from your stomach and making an opening for him. “That’d be nice, thanks.” Remus watches your face, wary of any signs of discomfort as he brings his hand to your midsection.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you at all, yeah?”

“I will,” you say. “But you won’t.”

Remus glows with your surety in him, but he’s still cautious as he draws his hand in small circles, gratified when you sigh. The movie casts blue light across your features, so he can see you a bit better as the crease between your brows evaporates, the tension around your mouth easing. Remus does his best to look like he’s watching the movie, but all his focus is on easing the upset in your abdomen, adjusting his methods any time you react even slightly in the positive or negative. Soon you’re completely molten against his side, blinks slowing as your eyelids start to droop heavily.

“Did the ibuprofen kick in?” he asks softly. “You look like you’re getting sleepy, dove.”

“I dunno,” you yawn, laying your cheek on his bicep, “maybe.”

Remus almost hates to suggest it, but he’s not quite selfish enough to keep himself from asking. “If you want to get to bed, I can go.”

“No, can you stay?” you yawn again, hugely. Remus tries not to stare, but you look adorable, cheek squished up against his arm and face soft with sleepiness. “Just until the movie’s done, please?”

Remus adjusts you against him, slouching so that you can lay your head on his shoulder without hurting your neck. “Yeah, of course I can stay, lovely.” He resumes rubbing your stomach, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

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yurislotusgarden · 3 months

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Hii!! I have a request if thats okay!! :) i love your works btw! Keep up the good work and dont forget to drink, eat and sleep well!<3

So i was thinking of Chuuya, Dazai, Nikolai, and any others if you wanna add with a reader with a ability who can talk, see and hear ghosts! I think its very cool and it barely has any recognition.. Its like toritsuka (from saiki k!) but the reader is less pervy.. and if its okay; can the reader be female? Its okay if its not!! I dont mind!!

So the reader has this ghost ability thing and they used to get bullied and shamed for it because people caught her talking to nothing but she was talking to ghosts, so she became insecure of their ability and sees it more like a curse. So technically a socially akward reader?

If you arent taking requests then you can ignore this!!

Also can i be 💞 anon?

ʚїɞ Separate! Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Nikolai Gogol x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 3208

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way bcs of how I wrote this

ʚїɞ We're gonna ignore how long it has been since I posted, dear 💞 anon I'm so sorry bcs of how long this has been in my inbox ;-;, I decided to wait with writing this until I watched some of saiki k so I could understand the ability at least a little, Nikolai's part is damn short bcs I didn't really have any ideas for him </3, Only Dazai's part was proofread, I'm gonna edit this post later on to correct mistakes on Chuuya's and Nikolai's parts since the person who grammar checks my works is on a short break rn

ཐིཋྀ He loves it

ཐིཋྀ This idiot didn't even realize that you have an ability at first because you didn't show any kind of signs😭

ཐིཋྀ He thought you didn’t have one like Ranpo but was told by Kunikida that you do, however, what it is was gonna remain a mystery until you decided to tell him yourself

ཐིཋྀ He found out on a mission where you guys had to chase down a guy with the ability to create a smokescreen

ཐིཋྀ Was about to say that it's over for the day because the guy was gone before you two could realize it (He had a plan to get the man anyway but didn’t feel like it) but then saw you talking to… air???

ཐིཋྀ Like you were just standing there while looking up and seemingly talking to someone

ཐིཋྀ You ignored his ass when he asked wtf you were doing

ཐིཋྀ The brunet was confused until you finally turned to look at him and said that you know where the guy went

ཐིཋྀ You had to briefly explain your ability when you walked to where the guy ran off to

ཐིཋྀ He does anything to make you more open about your ability because he adores it <3

ཐིཋྀ He wishes you showed your ability off more AND HE VOICES IT OUT

ཐིཋྀ Odasaku is his guardian ghost so you told him without thinking about it since most of the time a person doesn't know the ghost protecting them

ཐིཋྀ He actually teared up when he realized you were serious and that Odasaku was watching over him :(

ཐིཋྀ He told you about Oda after that

ཐིཋྀ He randomly asks you if you see a ghost nearby when you two are outside (does it inside buildings too)

ཐིཋྀ He does it a lot

ཐིཋྀ Please hit him

ཐིཋྀ Dazai said that he wanted to kill your past bullies and you didn't believe him -he was serious-

ཐིཋྀ And no, he didn't find dirt on those people, not at all

ཐིཋྀ And he totally didn't use it later, not at all :)

ཐིཋྀ He once asked if you ever used it to cheat in school (let’s say you had a normal enough life like Tanizaki’s or something) and when you said yes he nearly yelled out “That’s my girl!” with a grin Kunikida scolded him for being loud, and for not doing his paperwork

ཐིཋྀ Sometimes he hears you talk without looking over and assumes you’re talking to him before realizing that no, it’s actually to a ghost that’s in the room

ཐིཋྀ Once Kunikida and he had a mission but the brunet was not getting up from the couch, so you walked up and after a few seconds you told him that there was a ghost, butt naked, right by his face

ཐིཋྀ He did not look up to see if you were lying or telling the truth, he just jumped up from that couch without a second thought before he was gone out the door. He only realized that you lied once they were back and you were laughing at him with Ranpo

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Seiji thought he had everything planned out. He really was sure that there was no way to find him after he ran away from the two detectives. After all, who would search for a running thief in the damn sewers when there were so many better places that could’ve been used to hide in the area?

The plan was in fact a good one, in fact. Kuwahara made it look like he was going towards the warehouses nearby to camp out, while in reality, he came down to the sewers using the ladders, as there was one of the many entrances underground right behind a warehouse.

He was so sure that he wouldn’t be found, that he wasn’t seen, so pray tell, why was he standing face to face with the exact two people he was meant to avoid. The atmosphere wasn’t nice, it was cold, and the smell was even worse, Seiji was trying heavily not to let it show on his face since the two people that were after him seemed to be completely unaffected by the environment they were in. What he couldn’t hide instead, was distress. He did not plan on getting caught any time soon, and yet it looks like he’s 8 seconds away from being behind bars.

“How- How did you guys find me?!”

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This was not what Dazai meant when he said that he would show you how useful your ability can be (you refused more against it being useful than anything else he said about it, so that’s what he settled for), but it kind of worked so he wasn’t complaining.

“How- How did you guys find me?!”

Kuwahara Seiji, a 25-year-old thief that uses his ability to make himself invisible for all of his plans, making it hard for the police to identify him.

“It was kind of easy, actually!~”

“You’re talking as if you had any part in finding him.”

Dazai really didn’t. Once the criminal ran away after throwing a smoke bomb on the ground, (The brunet has to give it to him, It was annoying as hell and many people would give up on going after him once the smoke settled down) the two of you had no idea which direction he went off to, as there was a few possible exits from the warehouse you first caught him in.

His solution? Asking you to question a ghost nearby if they saw the man. You were really skeptical about that, he could tell. What he also noticed was how confused you were about his question. You didn’t understand why he would want that, at least at first. It was soon after that you realized he meant.

You can see invisible things, ghosts can see other invisible individuals as well, rendering Kuwahara’s ability useless when it comes to you chasing him down.

He realized that little advantage of yours some time back while lazing around on his favorite agency couch.

Your ghost acquaintances can be quite the helpers when it comes to investigating stuff. He heard from Kenji, that not too long ago, you had solved a case that was meant to take around a week, in a day, simply because it just so happened that a ghost was on the crime scene when it happened. You had an easy time getting clues and proving the words of the ghost to the police with their help.

He knows that a few times like those won’t stop you from being so negative about your ability, he’s aware of the impact your bullies had on you mentally even if you try to not show it, but all of those instances give you a step forward to seeing what Dazai and the others do.

“Oh c’mon ‘donna! I was the one who gave you the idea of asking someone!”

“We would be able to track him down anyway. Asking someone just made it faster.”

Catching him in the end was not hard at all. Kuwahara tried to sneak away using his ability once again, but you could still see him without him realizing it. You could see where he was walking off to, making it possible for Dazai to nullify the guy's ability and catch him before leading him to the police vehicle near the warehouse you guys were under.

“See? I told you your ability is really useful and fun!”

“Where do you see the fun in my predicament?” He could tell you were just done with him for the day, besides being confused.

“I mean, you’re almost never alone, right? You always have someone to talk to!~” He knows it’s annoying to see ghosts all the time without the option to just… not be able to do that.

A sigh came from you before answering, “Exactly, complete silence for me is a rare blessing.” in an exhausted tone.

“I would love to never be in complete silence.” He wished that you could have some sort of an on-and-off switch.

“Samu… That’s because your voices would be quiet-” “I do NOT have voices, bella!”

“Sure, continue being in Egypt.”

“What-”

ཐིཋྀ Thinks it's very cool actually

ཐིཋྀ Imma put you down as a florist in this one, or just some small/calm kind of job

ཐིཋྀ When he first met you, he didn’t think about whether you have an ability or not since it wasn’t his business in the slightest

ཐིཋྀ Let’s say that you’re a florist and the ginger came in to buy flowers for Kouyou for example. It just so happened that one of the ghosts hanging around in your workplace was feeling silly, and had been pranking the customers the whole day, Chuuya being no exception

ཐིཋྀ When you were at the back getting the bouquet he ordered the day before, his hat was randomly taken off of his head and was floating in the air

ཐིཋྀ Bro was so confused because he knew his ability was off at the moment

ཐིཋྀ Every time he got the hat back onto his head it just floated back up😭

ཐིཋྀ The menace of a ghost stopped only once you got back out of the backroom and scolded them

ཐིཋྀ Chuuya was confused because ‘Who the fuck were you talking to???’

ཐིཋྀ He asked that exact question and even though you were visibly hesitant and nervous, you still explained your ability since he already saw it anyway

ཐིཋྀ You did not get the reaction you expected, which was being made fun of as that was what you were used to, but he instead complimented it <3

ཐིཋྀ Make sure you don’t let a name slip when it comes to your past bullies because you will see them on the news, missing :)

ཐིཋྀ On one of your first dates/early stages of dating, he gave you Marigolds which you lightly laughed at, causing him confusion before you explained their meaning to him

ཐིཋྀ Yeah, he settled for mostly giving you Cyclamens, Blackthorns, and Bluebells alongside your favorite flowers after that, just for fun

ཐིཋྀ Going with the florist thing or just generally, he would help you around with his ability if there’s something heavier to move around

ཐིཋྀ He would voice out how often he actually wants to see you, albeit embarrassed, but he will show it in lil gestures a lot more <3

ཐིཋྀ I can just imagine him putting his hat on your head and sliding it down over your eyes before giving you a peck on the lips as a goodbye if he was at your workplace and he had to suddenly go

ཐིཋྀ He would try to slowly get you to not be so insecure about your ability

ཐིཋྀ I feel like one of The Flags would be his guardian ghost which could actually make this man cry at the thought :(

ཐིཋྀ Alright but if you met a past bully of yours, or someone newer, that would try to shit on you for your ability, just tell him, and he will beat them up happily <3

ཐིཋྀ Or just go and have a nice talk with them about their behavior if you don’t want him to beat them up, I can promise that they will never again be rude to you if they value their lives (Or you will see them on the news or hear about them being in the hospital if they don’t ^-^)

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“Are you sure that you don’t have work right now?”

“Yes, so shut your pretty mouth up and show what else you need to be moved.”

Renovation. A simple small renovation of your small shop was all that you planned. Moving some of the furniture, and changing the place of a few products for easier finding. You had thought that it would take a few days to take care of it since you planned on doing a few things every day so as to not close up the shop for a whole day unnecessarily (and you didn’t feel like doing everything in one day).

The problem was, he was supposedly not meant to know about that. Chuuya found your graphic open on your laptop and saw the renovation plans before realizing that you didn’t speak a word about that. At first, he was confused. Why didn’t you tell him? He could certainly make it faster by helping you.

Yet soon after that, he realized why. You didn’t want him to know because you knew that he would help and, therefore not do his work, something you were always worried about when he stopped by your shop. Well, he was never one not to help you, especially when there’s such an occasion. he wants a thank you kiss besides being a gentleman, your honor

“Is it really that hard to focus on your job instead of helping me move the furniture?” You sighed, pointing to a bookcase and then pointing to a place where a table stood before. “You’re gonna get in trouble.”

“I’m not, besides- HEY!” Looking up, his hat could be seen slowly floating away. He ignored you stifling a laugh as he chased after the hat. Chuuya would ignore it and just continue on with moving your stuff around, but the last time he did that, the hat was later found in a pot, making him have to wash it as it had a lot of soil on it. (A lot of his subordinates wondered why he didn’t have his hat on the next day, he didn't explain it to anyone)

“Can you tell them to stop?!” He could only guess how funny the situation looked to you. To anyone else, it just looked like the ginger was chasing after a floating hat, but you could see the menace that was taking the object away, so it ended up being funnier to you, if you nearly laughing was anything to go by.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear.”

“You’re so mean!”

You hummed softly before answering, “I would prefer to be called entertained.”

“It has nothing to do with what I said, doll.” Was said by Chuuya just as he finally got hold of his hat. Even if the ghost was still holding onto it, at least the hat wasn’t continuously floating away toward the flower-bare pots with just soil in them again.

“Let them have some fun in a while, Chuu, they don’t do it too often.”

“Yeah, and it just so happens that they decide to have their little fun almost every time that I come here.”

“They love you.”

“I wish they didn’t.”

“It’s better than if they disliked you.”

“Why?”

“There’s a customer that they don’t like for being rude to me,” The ginger frowned at that information but you continued on, “And they are rude back to him every time he comes by my shop.”

“What do they do?”

“Y’know, pull on his clothes and hair, steal his things, and make them completely dirty on purpose, make him think he heard or saw something and that kind of stuff. Pretty sure they stole some of his money from the guy’s wallet.”

Chuuya was quiet for a moment before speaking up. “I think I prefer my hat being occasionally stolen…”

“Exactly!” You shouldn’t smile like that after what you said, but he’s not gonna comment on that one.

“...So the bookcase is the next to be moved, isn't it?

ཐིཋྀ He fr felt betrayed that he didn't know immediately

ཐིཋྀ Like he could know you for 5 minutes and be offended that your ability wasn’t one of the first things you said about yourself

ཐིཋྀ He finds it so fascinating that you can contact the dead so easily

ཐིཋྀ Don’t tell him who his guardian ghost is, no matter how much he asks

ཐིཋྀ Just hit him every time he asks, I promise it works to keep him from asking for the next 3 hours <3

ཐིཋྀ You can bet that he talks to Fyodor and Sigma about your ability (He asked you to tell Sigma that there’s multiple ghosts watching him all the time, he believed. Sigma did not sleep for the next 5 days at all because of that thought)

ཐིཋྀ You said it to him again because at some point there was a ghost actually following him, but Sigma didn’t want to believe it

ཐིཋྀ He’s gonna ask a million times for you to join him in pranks if you won’t agree the first time

ཐིཋྀ Just imagine telling someone a ghost-related thing that they can’t prove is not true

ཐིཋྀ You caused someone to be in hospital after they didn’t sleep for way too long

ཐིཋྀ You told Fyodor that there’s a ghost hanging around him all the time, but didn’t say whether it’s the guardian one or some random one, you just left the rat to ponder on which one you mean (Nikolai died when he found out)💀

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“WAIT! What do you mean there’s some ghost stalking me?!” Nikolai could tell that Sigma didn't expect to be told something like that today, but again, who would?

“I didn’t say stalking, I said following you around as they seem to be interested in you.” Why did you smile so innocently at that? He doesn’t know but he does encourage you since it gets more reactions from the bi-colored-haired man.

“It doesn’t make it better?!”

“I think it does! Some ghosty is interested in our little Sigma!” He had to add something to the fire, what kind of a person would he be if he didn’t?

“Don’t call me that, Nikolai!”

“But whyyyy?” It was Thursday, the day that the white-haired clown dubbed ‘the best day to prank Sigma!’, even though he says it every week. He also deemed himself lucky as you finally agreed to help him prank the younger man again after rejecting him multiple times.

“Because I’m not little! And I won’t believe you guys again.”

“I don’t agree,” You spoke up, “Even the ghost agrees that you’re small!”

“See Sigma? We even have your beloved ghost on our side!”

“That’s no ‘my’ ghost, and I don’t believe that they said it. [Name] could be lying for all I know!”

“But do you have any way of proving that it’s a lie?” Nikolai couldn’t wait until he took the bait.

“...”

“Exactly!” You grinned before speaking up again a moment later, “They actually have a cute nickname for you that I’m thinking of using now…”

“Should I be scared?” Nikolai regrets not getting you into the pranks earlier, after all, the younger one had no way to prove you wrong. Sigma looks genuinely frightened that it may be real this time.

“No… It’s really a cute nickname that the ghost calls you by because they didn’t know your name when they first started following you around.”

“Stalking.”

“No.”

“I wanna know it! Tell us, dove!” Was it a nickname he could use himself? Or were you lying about it being a cute one and instead it’s weird? He doesn’t know which option he would like more. If he was being honest, Nikolai was feeling like you were telling the truth and not lying again like the last time.

“Cotton.”

“Cotton? Where did that come from?”

“That’s adorable! Let’s call him that!”

“I think that’s a perfect idea, Niko!”

“No!”

Nikolai can already tell that he’s gonna have a lot of fun with that nickname in his vocabulary now.

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Marigolds - Often called “flowers of the dead”, are symbols of positive emotions, like joy and excitement. They also represent energy, good luck, warmth, creativity, prosperity, passion purity, divinity, and the connection between life and death. These flowers' fragrance is said to attract souls to the altar.

Cyclamen - symbolizes the eternal cycle of life, which makes it the perfect flower that means 'forever'. In Japan, cyclamen holds a special place as the holy flower of love, causing it to be a popular choice for Valentine's Day

Blackthorn - Fate, protection, hope against adversity, good fortune, strength, overcoming adversity, purification, and protection

Bluebell - Loyalty, constancy, humility, gratitude and everlasting love

Keep in mind that flower meanings may somewhat be different depending on what site you look at, so excuse me if anything in the meanings is wrong! (hopefully not)

#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #chuuya x reader #nikolai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #chuuya bsd #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #nikolai gogol #bsd

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dancingtotuyo · 9 months

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If my Hands Could Fix It (Joel Miller)

Part 4 of Build You the World Joel X Reader Rating: PG-13 (Language and some sexual references) Warnings: fluffy, angst, talk of pregnancy related things, trying to conceive, struggling to conceive. Tags: pre outbreak/no outbreak, fluff, craftsman!Joel, we're in the 90s folks... but wait... also the year 2000! Words: 4260

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You and Joel got married in April in the backyard. Joel built a pergola that you covered in wildflowers and baby’s breath. It was a small ceremony, only about 35 people, but you preferred it that way.

You went to Mexico for your honeymoon. A week on a beach full of sand, sun, and sex. A lot of sex with no children to interrupt you or for you to accidentally wake up. Panic hit on day 3 when you realized you hadn’t taken your birth control pills and only ensued when you realized the pills were still sitting on the bathroom counter at home. You rifled through your bags for a fourth time just to be certain.

“Darlin, what's wrong?”

You looked up. Joel already had his swim trunks on and a towel over his shoulder. His farmer’s tan was fading from just a couple days on the beach. “I think I left something at home.”

“Can’t be that important-”

“My birth control.”

“Oh.”

You looked at him. He seemed to recall the events of the past few days but said nothing else.

“Just “oh”? That’s all you have to say?” You stared at him.

He smiled at you, taking your hand. He pressed them to his mouth. Your shoulders dropped. “I can go buy condoms.” His thumbs worked slow circles into your palms. “Or… we could just see what happens.”

“What about our plan?” The five-year one. Baby-making wasn’t a part of that for another year.

He laughed. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re really bad at planning shit, baby.”

You couldn’t help it as your lips ticked upward. It was true. You and Joel didn’t plan things. They just happened. The five-year plan the two of you started was your biggest attempt thus far and here you were, less than 2 months later talking about deviating, or maybe you’d already ruined it.

You let the thoughts of another kid wash over your mind. Pregnancy hadn’t been this wonderful, carefree experience for you, but it hadn’t been all that bad either. You decided not to dwell on the 36 hour labor experience. Sweet baby snuggles, late night feedings, smiles, first steps, temper tantrums, and I love yous all drifted through your mind. You weren’t sure if you were ready for it all right now, but you could be if you had to. Lord knows you weren’t ready the first time.

Releasing a deep breath, you nodded. “Okay, let’s just see what happens.”

Joel grinned. He kissed you, hands wandering over the skin your bathing suit didn’t cover. “Now let’s get you onto the beach.”

You didn’t get pregnant on your honeymoon. The relief you thought you’d feel upon seeing the negative test was replaced with disappointment. You tossed the test into the trash can.

Walking out of the bathroom, your eyes landed on Joel, reading in bed. You cocked your head to the side. He wasn’t a reader like you, but it wasn’t uncommon for him to read about woodworking techniques or the history of construction. Boring topics to you, but he could and had gone on for hours about both. You enjoyed watching the way his eyes lit up when he started on the topic, but the book he currently held was one of yours.

“Watcha got there?” You smiled but you felt its lack. It pulled at your face awkwardly.

Joel’s eyes darted up over the book, an eyebrow raised. “This is pure filth, darling.”

You laughed, straddling his abdomen. “Where do you think I learned all my tricks?” You took the book from him, checking the cover. “This is nothing, baby.”

“And here I took you for an academic, readin all the time. Is our whole relationship a lie?” He grinned, hands settling on your bare thighs.

“Yes, I’ve just been scamming you so I have a place to store my many filthy books.” You winked.

He chuckled, pulling your palm to his lips. He always did that to soothe you. Were you that readable?

“Whatcha thinking about?”

Guess the answer was yes. “Nothing, it’s nothing.” You shook your head.

His brow furrowed. “Baby…”

You shrugged, splaying your palms on his chest. His fingers trailed over your knee and up your thigh. You showed tremendous interest in the logo on his shirt, biting your lip. You felt the pressure behind your eyes. “It’s just…” You sighed. “The pregnancy test was negative and it’s stupid.” Moisture pressed to surface level. You wiped it away. “I mean, I thought I would be relieved, and now I’m crying.” You wiped more tears away with a small laugh.

Joel continued to rub your thighs. His brown eyes met yours. “I think I’m a little disappointed too.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in your chest. The skin around Joel’s eyes crinkled, his dimple popping out. You leaned down, touching your forehead to his. “So that means…”

“Fuck the five-year plan.” Joel grinned.

You repeated it back and pressed your lips to his.

You threw out your birth control the next morning.

You’d heard about women tracking their cycles and taking ovulation tests and postponing sex until ovulation, but all of that sounded a bit overwhelming. You’d conceived Asher while taking birth control religiously. You thought it would just happen.

But three months and 4 negative pregnancy tests later, you found yourself staring at the ovulation kits. Did you go with the cheapest option? How many did you buy? Before going on birth control, you’d been very aware of when you were ovulating and since coming off it, you were fairly certain of when you were as your sex drive kicked up roughly every four weeks.

“Go with the brand in the blue box.”

You turned around. Marcia Crawly, a mom from Sarah’s soccer team, smiled at you. You were pretty sure she was on the PTO as well.

“Oh, thanks,” You forced a smile.

You grabbed the recommended box, cheeks heating up. This shouldn’t be embarrassing. You were a grown married woman with children.

“No problem. You and Joel are trying?”

Oh lord, not grocery store small talk in the family planning aisle. “Uh… yeah.” You tossed the box into your cart. Marcia didn’t seem like the kind to spread the word, but you didn’t know her that well.

“If you want any tips, just reach out. I know all the things to do.” She smiled.

You thought of Marcia's 4 children all born within 24-28 months of one another. She’d mentioned that fact several times in passing as if it was some kind of accomplishment. It never occurred to you until now that perhaps she’d meticulously planned it that way.

“Um… yeah, sure. I will.” You wouldn’t.

“See you at the soccer game this weekend.” She waved. “And good luck.” Marcia winked at you before continuing on her own.

Joel was working in the garage when you got home. Sarah had asked for a bookshelf “all for herself” for her birthday. In the summer boom of work, Joel hadn’t been able to start on it until tonight. Sarah’s birthday was a week ago. You knew he felt bad, but there were other gifts to unwrap, and Sarah got to stay up late that night helping Joel design it. You were pretty sure it was twice the undertaking Joel originally planned.

With the groceries put away, you went to investigate the lamplight from Sarah’s room. You noticed it when you got home. Her door was cracked. You tapped on it before entering. Sarah peeked up over the cover of her book. You smiled. “It’s past your bedtime, Sarah Joy.”

“Dad said I could read.”

You glanced down at your watch, soft laughter contained. “It’s 10:30.” You laid down next to her pulling her into your side. “Watcha reading?”

Sarah cuddled into you. “Box car children- Haunted Cabin Mystery.”

“Is it any good?”

Sarah nodded. “Not as good as the original series.”

“Well, nothing can beat the original series.

You took an extra minute to hold her. She was getting so big. You didn’t know how long she would continue to let you hold her like this.

Sarah nodded, pressing her back into you as she continued to read. “15 more minutes. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight, kiddo. I love you.” You kissed her cheek and tickled her sides.

Sarah’s laughing squeal filled the room. “Mama!”

You laughed. “Sarah!”

“Okay, okay!” She struggled to catch her breath and you relented. Sarah kissed your cheek. “Goodnight. I love you.”

You crawled out of the bed laughter still in your movements. “15 minutes.” You reminded

“I know.”

You took a mental picture of Sarah, freshly 10 years old snuggled in bed with a book, and filed it away.

You peeked into Asher’s room. He slept curled up over a pillow, just like Joel did when he fell asleep before you made it to bed. You tiptoed in, pushing back his sweat-damp curls. He ran hot when he slept. Something he also got from his daddy. Pressing your lips to his forehead, you pulled the covers down to keep him cool.

Opening the fridge, you grabbed a drink before joining Joel in the garage. He shot a smile your way as he marked measurements onto the boards, but said nothing. You returned his smile. You forwent the stool, opting to sit directly on the workbench. The condensation from the bottle was slick in your hands from the late July heat.

You swung your feet back and forth noticing the absence of the radio tonight. The cicadas and crickets chirped in harmony. The quick buzz of the table saw joined them as Joel made a single precise cut. He looked hot with the pencil behind his ear.

“You’re gonna get sawdust all over your shorts.”

He walked over leaning against the workbench. He smelled like pine and dirt. Your favorite. You couldn’t help it as you leaned toward him.

“Guess you’ll have to clean me off then.” You winked sipping on your drink.

Joel eyed the bottle in your hand. You’d pretty much stopped drinking since the two of you decided to have another baby.

“Somethin happen at the grocery store?” Joel reached behind you, grabbing his drink. He rested his other hand on your thigh.

“I ran into Marcia Crawly as I was getting ovulation tests. She offered to give me all the tips and tricks if I needed them.”

Joel paused, bottle mid-air. His face read somewhere between amusement and concern as he swallowed his beer. “The whole PTO gonna know now?”

“Doesn’t seem the type, but I guess we’ll find out.” You shrugged.

“So what’s buggin you?” His hand crawling up your thigh.

You rested your forehead against his running a hand through his curls. He leaned into your touch further. “I’m neglecting my wifely duties. Your hair is getting long.”

His eyebrows raised expectantly. You couldn’t deflect with him.

“I just don’t like other people up in our business,” you said. He tilted his head, kissing the palm on his cheek. “Especially people we’re not really friends with.”

“Me either.” Joel moved between your legs. Easing his hands on either side of your thighs.

You rested your chin on top of his head as the two of you enjoyed the summer night noises. It wasn’t silent by any means, but it felt peaceful.

“Sarah is still up reading. I told her 15 minutes.”

Joel smiled. “Think she’ll remember?”

“Fuck no,” You said. Joel laughed. “But if Sarah staying up late to read is our biggest issue, I’m not worried.”

“Until she starts stealing filthy books from your shelf.”

You laughed, head tossing back. Joel kissed your neck. “Get back to work. I came out here to watch my hot carpenter husband do carpenter things.”

Joel smiled, giving you a solid kiss before moving back to his project. You picked up his journal. You’d given him a new one, much like the original, for his birthday after he filled all the pages in the first one.

“This is quite the bookshelf.”

“She wants fairies on it. Not sure how I’m going to do that yet, but I’ll figure it out.”

“They don’t cover that in your books?”

“They cover it in yours?” Joel grinned.

You flipped him off.

You laid out across your bed still in your work clothes. Your abdomen cramped as you waited for the ibuprofen to kick in. Tears streamed into your ears, and for once it wasn’t your period that brought on the tears.

Work was shit. The company you worked for switched hands last year. Ever since, you hadn’t enjoyed work. The co-workers you were close to slowly quit one by one and your boss was an overbearing, asshole.

You heard the click of the bedroom door. The bed dipped beside you. His warm, calloused hand covered yours. His lips touched your forehead. You hummed softly.

“Rough day?”

“Carl’s an ass.”

His finger traced over your face and then he noticed the tears running between your eyes and ears. “Shit, baby.”

“Sorry.” You wiped at your tears, finally opening your eyes.

“Don’t apologize…”

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep working there.”

“Then don’t.”

“What?”

“You’re already keepin the books. Tommy and I were talking about hiring a couple more people. Business is good. We’re filling up through the winter. That’s never happened before.”

It was all a part of the five-year plan. Miller Construction, LLC was growing. What used to be just Joel and Tommy had grown to a crew of 5. You’d been doing the books for a couple of years now. The longer-term plan was for you to quit your job and run the admin side of things full-time. You would be able to stay home with the kids so daycare wouldn’t be needed. There were plans for office space, two crews, all a part of the 5-year plan. You quitting your job was still 2 ½ years away.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“You’re thinking about that damn timeline.”

“So? We made that plan for a reason.”

“And we said fuck it, did we not?”

“Joel this isn’t deciding to have a baby a year earlier.”

“Darlin, you’re miserable.”

“Even if it all worked out, what about health insurance? We’re trying to have a baby. I don’t think we want to get the uninsured medical bill for childbirth.” Health insurance was the main reason you stayed at this job. Your 30 hours a week, enough to qualify for benefits, turned into 40 more often than not.

“You don’t have to work to get insurance.”

“Joel.”

“Miller Construction can offer you great benefits.” He kissed your neck.

“Oh? Like what?” You smiled. He was distracting you and you let him.

“Flexible schedule, bring your kids to work.” His lips trailed lower. “Private meetings with the boss.” His breath was hot in your ear.

You hummed soaking in the feeling of the idea until reality crashed back down. “I can’t quit my job so we can have a midday rendezvous.”

“I want you to quit so you’ll be okay.” He took your hands in his, kissing them. “We need you to be okay, baby.”

You stared up at him, relishing the warmth of his hands. “You’re sure?”

“I’ll call Carl up myself right now. Tell him you’re done. You can sleep in tomorrow.”

You thought about it, making the decision quicker than you wanted to admit. “Fuck the five-year plan I guess.” You laughed, feeling like a weight was lifted off your chest.

Joel chuckled, pressing his lips to yours.

On the first day of November, you woke up feeling nauseous. Your heart lept at the thought that this was it. You managed to wait until the kids were asleep that night, your anticipation growing with the mild heartburn you felt throughout the day.

No second line. In fact, the test strip was so fucking white you couldn’t imagine a faint line. You threw it in the trash can, fighting the urge to scream.

You turned on the shower and let the hot water wash it away.

Joel had just turned out his lamp as you crawled into bed without a word. The sheets felt cool against your skin. He kissed your head before turning on his back.

You faced Joel, laying on your side. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What’s wrong?” You laid a hand on his chest. The only time Joel slept on his back was when he fell asleep on the couch, you insisted on cuddling a certain way, or he was stressed.

He covered your hand with his. “Nothing babe, just work stuff.”

“Something that’s gonna affect the books?”

He looked at you with the one eye that faced you. “What happened to no work talk in the bedroom?”

“Well, you’re clearly stressed in our bedroom.”

Joel rolled over kissing you softly. “Better now.”

“You cheeseball.”

Joel chuckled. He kissed your forehead. “Now it’s your turn.”

You furrowed your brow.

“I can hear your thoughts, Darlin.”

“You cannot.”

He touched his head to yours, the moonlight reflecting in his big brown eyes. “They’re racing faster than NASCAR.”

You sighed. “I thought I was pregnant. I’m not. Must’ve eaten too much damn Halloween candy last night.”

Joel managed a soft smile. His hand threaded through your hair. “I’d tell you not to overthink it, but we both know that’s not possible.”

“Do you think there’s something wrong?” You bit your lip.

“It hasn’t been that long, baby.” You leaned into his touch.

“I thought it would just happen, you know.” You wanted to swear as the tears started.

Joel pulled you into his arms. “I think I did too. I mean… I’m kinda 2 for 2 in that department.”

You managed a laugh and he kissed your head.

“I love you,” He said.

“I love you too.”

The holidays came and went in a blur. Thanksgiving with Tommy and your mom. Your mother had warmed up to Joel over the years. So much so, she’d let him handle the turkey. He’d been so excited. Christmas morning was just the four of you. A new bike for Sarah and a train set for Asher. New Year's Eve at some big fancy house hosted by Joel’s biggest client just the two of you. In the rush of the holidays, the two of you realized it was your first date night in two months. Joel had fucked you in one of the many bathrooms, the idea of baby making the farthest thing from either of your minds for the first time in a long time.

It was the third week of January before you realized your period was late. You reeled your mind for the last time you’d had it. Did you miss December too? Your heart picked up. You had.

You glanced in the living room. Sarah was reading and Asher playing with his trains on the floor. You took the steps two at a time quickly locking the door. This had to be it. There was no way it wasn’t.

You watched the test process, confused when the second line never appeared. The test must have been bad. You grabbed two more from your drawer. The second came up negative as did the third. You just stared at them lined up on the bathroom counter. The acceptance hit you like a semi-truck, the wind knocked from your lungs.

You swiped the tests into the trash can. Angry hot tears streamed from your eyes. Your bedroom door slammed behind you and you fell into the comforter as you let the sobs wrack your body.

You didn’t know how long you’d been in bed when the door creaked open. You glanced up, eyes heavy expecting to see Sarah or Asher. Joel’s frame filled the door making you realize how long you’d actually been in bed. “Sarah said she heard the door slam a couple hours ago.”

“Shit.” You groaned. There was an ache at the base of your skull. You buried your head into the comforter.

Joel sat on the bed, his hand on your back. “Everything okay?”

“Peachy.”

“Darlin…”

You sighed, rubbing your head as you rolled to your back. You knew if you opened your eyes, the headache would get worse. “What else, Joel? I thought for sure I was pregnant. New flash, I’m not.”

Silence ensued. You were too preoccupied trying to rub your headache away. The bed beside you lifted. Joel huffed shuffling out of the room. You sat up. Your brain felt like it was going to implode. Your sinuses were stuffy from crying. You couldn’t think straight.

Joel barged back in, garbage bag in hand. He yanked open the top dresser drawer where you kept the pregnancy and ovulation tests. “What are you doing?”

“Throwing this shit out. We’re done.”

“Done? What are you talking about?” You were worried you might be getting a migraine as you rubbed your temples.

“This whole cycle tracking and taking tests every month. We need a break.” He shoved the tests into the garbage bag.

“Joel.”

“It’s tearing you apart!” He turned around. Your vision tunneled to his eyes. Tears pooled in them. “It’s tearing me apart.”

He dropped the garbage bag and climbed into the bed. His hands felt cool against your hot skin. “We need a break… please.” His voice broke.

“Okay.” You whispered.

You climbed into his lap. He kissed your head and you nuzzled into his neck. A few of his tears dropped onto your cheek as yours slid down his neck. He held you like that until you fell asleep.

You didn’t tell Joel you bought the pregnancy test. A part of you felt bad not telling him, but if it was negative, he’d see it in your face. He’d know what was going on without a word.

You’d only taken one other pregnancy test since you and Joel hit pause on trying last year, and that was at your annual physical. You’d expected the negative result and when the doctor told you, you felt okay.

You two still talked about having another child. Both of you wanted it, but the active trying was paused. You agreed your family felt incomplete. You discussed going to see a doctor just to make sure everything was okay, but that still felt overwhelming.

For the most part, you’d been able to unweave the constant baby think from your brain. Life felt like it was flying by at breakneck speed. You celebrated Asher’s 5th birthday in March. Sarah’s spring soccer season was well underway. There was talk that they could make it to states this year, and Sarah had been named captain. Asher started t-ball. Between the two kids’ sports, most of your weekends were full. Business was booming for Miller Construction. So much so that you were in the market for an assistant, and You and Joel celebrated your 2nd wedding anniversary earlier this month.

Your period was almost 2 weeks late. You tried not to overthink it. It wouldn’t be the first time, but the nausea had hit three days in a row now. The first day you could write it off. The kids had caught a stomach bug last week. The second day you tried to let it go, and then this morning you actually threw up, twice, and then recovered. It brought you back to when you were pregnant with Asher.

You paced the bathroom wringing your hands as you watched the second hand on your watch tick in two slow circles. You refused to look before it was time. Your mind raced. You flipped between sure and doubt.

Two minutes. You steadied your breath as you prepared to look. No matter what it said, you would be okay… you hoped.

The test lay on the bathroom counter. Two lines, clear as day, stared back at you. There was no doubting it. Shock settled in your bones. “Joel…” He was downstairs with the kids. “Joel!” Your voice steadily rose.

About the third time, his heavy footsteps rang through the house as he took the steps two at a time. He burst into the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” Panic raged wild in his eyes. His chest heaved

You looked up at him, tears brewing in your eyes, hand over your mouth.

“Darlin, what is it?” He walked over to you. You pointed to the counter.

He looked over, brow furrowing. Then he saw it. The test sitting there. He didn’t even have to look at the results to know what it said. His head whipped around. “You’re?”

You nodded still suspended in disbelief. He laughed, picking you up and spinning you around in the already tight space. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, laughter mingling with his.

Emma Grace entered the world on December 13th at 12:03 am with much more urgency than her older brother. Joel narrowly avoided catching her as the doctor arrived no more than 30 seconds before she was born.

Joel settled next to you, his arm around your shoulders. Emma stared up at the two of you. He brushed his finger against her cheek. She felt so small in your arms, and compared to her older brother, she was, weighing in at 2 pounds lighter.

“She was born after midnight?”

Joel nodded and the tears welled in your eyes. “She has my dad’s birthday.”

Joel kissed your head and then hers. You leaned into him. Staring down at your baby girl, you felt it in your souls. Your family was complete.

#joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #build you the world

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0oolookitsme · 1 year

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Anything For You... And I

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Dwd!Harry x Dwd-Character!!Y/n

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- half of this piece is smut lmao

A/N- I've noticed that when I'm actively reading fics, I'm actively writing fics... y'all better hope that I read ff more frequently now heheh. Hope you enjoy <3

Also, a very happy Christmas Eve to those who celebrate!

Harry was in a very good mood right now, on cloud nine even. It's just everything has went so perfectly today, he just wants to go home and have a nice little cozy time with his girlfri- no, fiancé. Yep, he's still digesting the fact that he proposed, she said yes and now they literally live in the same flat, as in together!

He shuts the lid of his laptop with a little too much force and reaches for his bag. Inside it, lies the moustache printed laptop cover that Y/n had thrifted for him- it never fails to lighten his mood when it's dark and make him gushier when it's good.

She told Harry that her father had taught her to never trust a man without a moustache, but because she knew he didn't want to grow one yet, she bought him this. "It won't be on your face but at least it's in one of your belongings!" She had punned and cackled.

Not able to put off the smile on his face, he puts the stack of thick folders in the small cupboard attached to his desk and leans forward to check if his shoelaces are tied properly or not. It's a habit he inherited from Y/n; it might as well be one of the first things he noticed about her.

The chair rolls back on its small four wheels because of the push from behind his knees as he stood up. Brushing down a hand over his suit to press off any creases he swings his bag on his left shoulder, fished out his car keys and picked up his phone from beside the bowl.

Turning on his heels he's caught off guard when he sees her at the gateway to his cabin.

"Hello there," she greets him in her honey soft voice, seemingly ready to strut in towards him.

This is the fifth time this lady is going to come and try to persuade Harry to do something he has already made clear a thousand times he doesn't want to do. He's in too good of a mood right now to deal with her bullshit again, causing him to exhale in annoyance.

"Lumi, I swear to god I will reach the HR before your house," he grits out, his hand going to weave through his hair whose roots feel cold to his touch.

At this statement, she straightens up and raises up her chin accusingly at him. She clears her throat but before her words can pull through her mouth, Harry brushes past her, muttering a stern 'move' and rushes into the lift that will take him to the basement- which is also the car park.

He doesn't even think about her before unlocking his phone and opening the phone app, waiting till the lift doors move apart from each other before pressing on her contact.

It only rings twice before she's picked it up and is greeting him in her same day-brightening voice, sounding to be in an okay-ish mood. "Hello?" She repeats again and that's when Harry realizes that he had totally forgotten he had to reply back to keep a conversation. It's just so easy to get carried away with her dreamy voice.

"Harry? Are you there?" She repeats, seeking some kind of response and sounding a bit concerned this time.

"Yea-yeah, I'm on-line hmm. Just called to let you know that I'm leaving now, can't wait to reach home," he smiled into the phone.

"Ahhh, okay," she sighs. "I'm going to be off this meeting in a few more minutes, then I only need to boil rice." Because she's on a call, it might seem as if she's saying that to him but she's rather telling this to herself- or so Harry thinks.

Frowning when he heard that her work was dragged on later than the official timings again today, he bid her goodbye with a 'see ya soon,' and threw his phone somewhere on the passenger seat beside his'. Set with a goal that he'll try to make her day better by doing whatever that'll be needed, he starts the engine and drives straight out of the exit; his hair flying in different directions as soon as he opens the window to the passenger's seat.

Driving, his eyes are on the road, but mind is listing all the things she likes that is tangible for him right now, at this time of the day. The only thing that sticks out is food, which she's already almost prepared. He was hoping he could find some florist; flowers always seem to put her in a good day. And because she's not so stubborn like him, she forgets about whatever bad thing that must've happened before.

Pressing brake lightly while nearing the traffic lights, he turns on the indicator and makes a swift turn to the lane on the left. Driving at a slightly faster speed at finding the lane empty, Harry enjoys the feeling of cold air against him as he drives in the same direction for ten more minutes before some bright light comes into his sight.

He parks in front of the building and gets out heroically, glad that it's still open. He reads the board, "Favourite-Savourits."

Entering the dimly lit space, he immediately moves for that isle which Y/n beelines to when she's with him. He gathers the main items he remembers in her arms and gets them checked, pays the bill and throws the receipt in the bin just beside the corner.

Satisfied, he exits the shop and comes to a hault when he sees an old lady pushing a cart, sticks of random flowers in it. He immediately makes a run for it, sure that if the lady were to look at her side right now, she'd have a heart attack.

"Excuse me!" He shouts, not able to run at the same speed he had started with anymore. "I want some flowers!"

The lady comes to a halt and turns around with a strange look on her face. She stands there quietly until Harry reaches her. Then, she chuckles at him.

"I'm on my way to throw these, darling," she tells him.

"But they are totally fresh!"

She clears her throat before telling him that the florists of this area have decided to throw these, in the name that they don't need these anymore. "You can take any of these if you want thought, I won't stop you."

Harry, who was nodding at her story to be polite hurriedly picks out some pretty flowers and reaches for his wallet. Though, he stops when the lady starts to walk forward again, dismissing him by saying that she doesn't need money for this. But because she also wished him a good night, he walks back to his car with a slight confusion still painting his face.

Once again, he increases the speed a little, not able to be patient to see his fiancé anymore.

As he is parking his car in the carpark which comes under the right of the flat itself, his phone starts ringing and he's quick to pick up when he sees that it's y/n whose calling and not a lazy colleague who will probably beg him to help them out with some work they procrastinated on.

"Hey, darling." He greets her, taking his keys out of the lock and gets out of his car. He's sure she heard him shutting the door but apparently, she didn't based on her next words.

"Where are you H? You said you were leaving like almost thirty-five minutes ago," she questions and trails off the end.

"Oh darling I'm just 5 minutes away from opening the door to our house," he laughs, "I'm sorry I took so long, put down the phone I'm just coming in."

She hums, muttering 'okay' before hanging up.

With some struggle, Harry manages to get inside the door, grateful that she held the door open for him. Whatever crisis he's in the midst of while managing all the stuff in his arms, he doesn't miss the sight of her eyes lightning up at the sight of her treats. It's like someone just cleaned them and now they are squeaky clean, shiny to be exact.

"Is this seriously why you got late, H?" She asks in a voice that Harry can't identify the emotion in. Although when he meekly nods at her, he's caught off guard when she throws her arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. "I'm not on my periods, H... what made you think that?" She questions him out of blue, her tone funny as she's looking him straight in the eyes but softly.

"I didn't do this because I thought you were on your periods, no. I did it because I'm pretty sure you've had an unfair and stressful day, and I left early and had time up my sleeve," he answers her like it's no big thing he did.

And while it is the minimum, y/n can't help but look at him as if he's her Saviour right now. She admires his efforts so much, that sometimes it turns into a battle inside her head- oh he did this?I shall pay him back in a greater way because his sweet soul deserves that. She's been working on that habit for a long time now but it's just hard, and she just wants to let go of the rope she ties herself with sometimes.

"Thank you. Thank you for doing this, I really appreciate it," she mumbled against his lips. "I'm not saying this to pay you back in any sense or anything else- but I was thinking of showering before I called you. Perhaps, you could join me?" She offers but it comes out as a question instead.

Pressing another kiss on her lips, he mutters a 'sure' before bending down to pick her up. Immediately her legs wrap around his waist, and she interlocks her ankles behind his back. They don't kiss, they don't make out- her forehead lies against his' and that's enough intimacy for them before they strip down to nothing but their goose-bumped skins against the chilly atmosphere of their bedroom bathroom.

Pressing her bare back against the wall as she slips her tongue into his mouth, he turns the shower taps, both hot and cold so that they don't burn or freeze in there.

In the meantime, she climbs off him while making sure their tongues stay tied. Her hands crawl up his sides and reach for the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in his locks which have gotten straight due to water falling down directly on his forehead and pushing his fluffy hair down onto his scalp.

Water droplets trickle down their faces, getting in between their kiss and making it sloppier.

Harry's hands snake around her hips before they reach down to grab her ass cheeks, smacking one lightly and making her groan against his mouth. His mouth reaches for her cheek then jawline then her neck, and she keeps tilting her head more and more to the side to give him all the space he wants.

One of his hand crawls up her stomach, causing butterflies to erupt just under wherever his palm goes. He cups her jawline first and then reaches back for her tit, cupping it and pinching its nipple- catching another throaty moan from her.

She has completely let go of herself by now, and Harry can tell. "I need you to stand balanced right now, you hear me?" He says as he cups her cheeks with his hands.

She gets confused as to why but before she can catch the breath to ask him to elaborate, Harry's on his knees with his mouth on her heat and it's snatched right away from her. Her hands go back to take ahold of the walls as he works his way through her arousal, lapping it up vigorously and moving his head so that his nose keeps brushing against her clit.

"Oh fuck-" she moans, her knees buckling when he starts to thrust his tongue in and out of her weepy hole. She can feel wetness dripping out of her and right when she starts feeling the knot in her stomach, his fingers replace his mouth as he latches onto her throbbing clit.

Poking his tongue at its sensitive center, he continues his suction on the bundle of nerves, enjoying the series of curse words and his name falling out of her mouth like a pleading chant. When he starts feeling her legs shaking beside his head, he increases his pace.

"Come for me, cum for your fiancé," he manages to say smugly before latching back onto her heat.

Her moans get louder and louder as she feels him enjoying his time between her legs and the burning sensation moving lower and lower in her tummy. "Oh my god, I'm close- I'm so fucking close, H." She tells him, silently asking him to not stop now in a voice above her usual octave.

He simply hums against her, but that simple thing sends electric shocks up her spine. He continues humming, providing vibrations straight to her clit as his lips continue their suction on her clit, which feels to be getting sensitive as she grows closer and closer to her climax.

From where his hands were resting over her thighs, he wraps his arms like two snakes around her inner thighs and grabs a tight ahold of her ass, most probably imprinting his hand in red on the cheeks. Y/n hadn't understood the reason behind it, too lost in heaven but even there she realizes that he's pressing his mouth harder against her- suffocating himself between her thighs.

"Oh- oh Harry, fuck!" She screams his name, one of her hands going to pull against his hair to make some distance between him and her pussy because of the tight vibrations pulling the knot lower and lower in her belly too fast. Although she's pulling against him, she's also hoping that he won't budge and when he actually doesn't and groans instead, she knows she's done for it.

Her wetness drips down his fingers as he continues fucking them into her, pulling the orgasm towards his mouth because now, he's addicted to her taste for the millionth time and won't move until he has a load of her on his tongue, which can't seem to stop licking up the wetness spreading on her pussy due to finger-fucking her.

When she starts to moan his name louder and louder and he can listen that her throat has gone dry, he knows his tongue is gonna be flooded with her sweetness sooner than ever now.

He hums to encourage her, slapping her ass cheek with his other hand and that's the moment she screams his name like he's the god she's pleading to and dirties his tongue like she isn't one of the sinners in this bathroom as well. He groans when he feels the thick white liquid he had desired for, slip into his mouth through his working lips.

Removing his fingers, he passes it up at her while immediately putting in his tongue inside her wet weepy cunt, wanting every single drop of cum he can pull from her. He can hear her crying out that she's overly sensitive now and pulling on his hair strands to pull him away from her heat, but he knows that she wants him to help her ride out her orgasm as she also swirls her tongue around his two slick fingers.

When he's sure that she's clean of her own arousal now but still dirty with his tongue-traces and saliva, he finally pulls back satisfied with his work.

"Ah fuck, can never get rid of my addiction of your taste," he says, swiping his tongue across his lips and wiping the arousal around his mouth with the back of his hand. His knees crack when he stands up, making him giggle.

"Thank you for that," she grins, pressing a kiss on his stretched-out lips.

"Anything for you... and I, ahah" grins at her, before leaning in to press a small kiss on her cheek. "Think I'm a bad boy, just had my dessert before dinner," he laughs, unwrapping his hands from around her waist as she closes the tap after splashing some water on her vagina. She's walking away with her thighs slightly parted, and he knows exactly why because this has happened before- 'I'm just still sensitive,' she laughs embarrassed every time while saying that; also telling him he did a good job under a laugh.

He laughs at her as she narrows her eyes at him with a grin plastered on her lips.

Already having tied her robe around her, she helps him tie the knot of his' and just when she leaves the two strands, she makes sure to leave a lingering eye contact before turning around and walking outside with him trailing behind her.

"Guess I'll be a good girl to have my dessert after dinner," she finishes with a breathy laugh. It only gets loud when Harry mimics those men who silently hope for a payback after pleasing a woman in some way. "Wait seriously!?" He asks her in a high-pitched voice, picking her up from behind while also laughing just as hard as her. Dropping her on the bed, he bends down to place his hands on his knee to continue his laughter, as she lightly smacks him across his face.

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circus4apsycho8 · 1 year

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Umm hi can I request a morro/reader?.. thank you.

i love your writing btw 3>

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑!! 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘. 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘! 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜!

epiphany. | morro x reader

Life with one of Ninjago’s saviors led you to several situations that you never would have expected to encounter. From evil, talking snake warriors to robot soldiers...Ninjago has seen a lot. You’ve seen enough to know that the ninja manage to find both enemies and allies alike in nearly every nook and cranny of the city. You’ve witnessed your fair share of weird, and by this point, it had all become somewhat normal.

You don’t particularly mind it, but oftentimes you find a small part of yourself craving that old sense of normalcy that you used to have – when it was just you and Morro while he had been training. Of course, you’re happy that he’s been doing so well, but the constant worry and stress has weighed on the two of you. With his missions came a sense of lingering fear that hovered over you, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself.

You know that Morro can get irritated at your constant doting, but you can’t help it. He bottled far too much up, and more than a few times you had caught him trying to hide an injury or repress a concern he held. After all the time that the two of you have shared together, he’s still scared to be vulnerable around you.

And, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re running out of ways to let him know that it’s okay for him to let his guard down around you. You’ve tried everything that you can think of – telling him, easing him into conversation, letting him have space...

You sigh, entering your kitchen as you check the time on your phone. It’s almost time for him to be home.

Anxiety pools in your stomach as you go about cleaning up the kitchen, thoughts darting between concerns. This can’t be healthy for the two of you. You need to find some way to fix it.

But what could you do? Morro is going to be tired when he gets home. What could you do that wouldn’t be too overwhelming?

As you finish up, an idea occurs to you. It’s not too over the top and would give the two of you a chance for some much-needed quality time.

Your plan doesn’t take much preparing – just gathering the necessary items and moving them to the bathroom, deciding to wait on the water so that it won’t get cold.

A few minutes later, you hear the door opening followed by the sound of Morro kicking his shoes off and shutting the door. Emerging from the bathroom quietly, you listen as Morro heaves an annoyed sigh as he drops his keys on the table. You elect to remain silent for a moment in an attempt to gauge his mood.

You peek into the hallway to find your boyfriend there, hair disheveled and lacking its usual ponytail. His dark eyes are sunken, face blank as he sets his wallet next to his keys. Yeah, he must have had a rough day.

“Hi, babe,” you coo cautiously, gently slipping your arms around his torso and pressing your cheek against his shoulder blade.

“Hey,” he mumbles, placing one of his hands atop yours.

“Rough day?” you inquire softly, slinking away slightly in case he needs a little bit of space.

He nods, running his fingers through his hair. Something about his clouded stare makes you think that there’s more to it than a typical rough day. The fact that his hair is down leads you to the realization that he probably has a headache.

“Go wait for me in the bathroom,” you say, deciding that you’ll bring him some painkillers.

“Huh? Why?” he wonders.

“You’ll see,” you reply, stepping into the kitchen so that you can fill a glass with water. “Now go.”

He obliges with no argument, only adding to your suspicions as you snatch a few painkillers from a cabinet before making your way to the bathroom.

You find Morro sitting on the edge of the tub quietly, staring at something in the distance. You enter, closing the door behind you.

“Here, take these,” you say, dropping the pills in his hand and giving him the glass.

He frowns, staring at them before looking up at you. “How did you know?”

“You always have your hair down when you have a headache,” you state, smiling softly.

He huffs in amusement before gulping them down. “Yeah. Guess so. Thanks.”

“Of course,” you mumble, watching as he swallows and sets the glass on the sink counter. You smile softly, taking a moment to turn on the water. You wait for it to warm up before plugging the drain.

“What are you doing?” he wonders.

“I was thinking we could take a bath together,” you admit. “But, if you want to be alone, that’s okay too. Whatever you want to do, babe.”

“Stay,” he grunts, sneaking his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your tummy. You giggle, running your hands through his hair.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” you reply. “Come on, let’s get undressed.”

Upon hearing this, he separates from you. You go to step away, but he catches your wrist.

“What is it?” you ask.

“Let me,” he replies, gently pushing your hands to the sides. Curiosity piqued, you remain quiet as you observe him.

Morro’s gaze shifts to your shirt. You study him as he slips his hands underneath, pressing them against the skin of your stomach. It’s then you realize how cold his hands are.

A few seconds later, they settle on your waist, but eventually they move to pull your shirt over your head, standing up as he does so. He lets the fabric flutter to the ground, forgotten.

The cold air pierces the skin casing your torso, causing you to shudder. The warmth of Morro’s body easily sweeps the cold away, though – especially when his forehead comes to rest against yours.

“I love you,” he mumbles, voice uncharacteristically quiet as he gazes at you.

“I love you too,” you reply, bringing your hands to his neck. “Tell me if you need anything, okay? I’ll listen if you need me to, I’ll give you space...whatever you need.”

He nods, hand slipping behind your neck so that he can pull you forward, allowing him to chastely kiss your forehead. You close your eyes in response, wondering what he’s thinking about to make him act like this. These past few minutes alone have made more progress than you have in the past few days.

You watch as Morro separates from you slightly, taking a second to pull his shirt off. You immediately go to lay your head on his shoulder, fingers tracing over the scars littered across his skin.

Morro seems to notice that the water is high enough, so he separates from you in order to turn the faucet off. You take the opportunity to undress fully, also putting all the dirty clothes in a pile for the time being.

Morro undresses too, tossing the articles atop the pile. You take a moment to snatch something from the counter while he’s not looking.

It’s an opaque, gray plastic bag. After tossing the bag, you hide its contents behind your back as you step in the tub. Morro follows you, eyeing your arms with a suspicious glance.

“What do you have?” he wonders, staring at you playfully.

“Nothing,” you chirp, smiling softly. “Here, let me wash your hair.”

He seems to shrug the matter off as he sits down with his back towards you. You kneel, leaning over his shoulder so that you can drop the mystery item in front of him.

“Really?” Morro grumbles, eyeing the rubber duck bobbing in the water in front of him.

You giggle slightly as he picks it up, examining it. “Isn’t that cute?”

“I guess,” he mumbles, studying it for a moment more before dropping it. The duck spins around for a second before steadying its momentum.

You hum softly as you squeeze shampoo into your hands, lathering it. Morro remains silent as you scrub his hair, taking your time. You’d missed playing with his hair. Once you’re finished with the shampoo, you reach for the nearby plastic cup on the edge of the tub. After dipping it in the water to fill it up, you hold it over his head.

“Close your eyes,” you warn, waiting a second before dumping it over. You repeat the process until the shampoo is out.

As you prepare the conditioner, Morro begins speaking again:

“Hey...I...I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“Why?” you wonder. “You haven't done anything wrong.”

“But I’ve been distant...”

“Nothing necessarily wrong with that from time to time. I know that you need time to think sometimes.”

“But it was different. These last few weeks, I mean,” he corrects. “And...I think I’m finally ready to tell you why.”

“Whenever you’re ready,” you encourage, interest piqued as you condition his hair.

He’s silent for a split second before he begins:

“Well...we had this mission a few weeks ago. Probably more like a month by now,” he notes. “And prior to that, Sensei kept droning on and on about how I needed to redirect my anger. And at first, I just thought he was...well, you know. Saying his old-timer wise stuff like he always does, so I never really thought much of it.” Morro stops, tensing slightly. “That is...until the mission.”

You remain silent, rinsing his hair out again before he continues:

“I didn’t really tell you what all happened, and why I just...didn’t come back for a few days,” he mumbles.

You recall that week with a bitter frown, remembering how worried you’d been.

“We were called to respond to a terrorist threat,” he notes. “And, during it, I got shot.”

“Shot?!” you exclaim. “Wait...Morro. No...”

“I did,” he says as he turns to you, gesturing towards a scar on his chest. Your expression completely drops as you notice a subtle but new scar. You eye it in disbelief, gently caressing it with your fingers.

“You got fucking shot and didn’t tell me?!”

Morro takes your hands in his, prompting you to eye him. There’s no sassy response, no attitude cutting back at you. Just his eyes asking for you to listen.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, anger creeping away.

He shakes his head. “No. It’s okay. It didn’t hit anything major, somehow. So, Zane patched it up and told me to rest. That’s why I stayed at the monastery there. Part of that was because I didn’t want you to worry. But...there was something else. Something that I was confused about and had to work through. Something I had to get advice on. Something that I’m only now beginning to understand.”

Morro’s grip on your hand tightens as he stares at you, continuing his explanation: “I saw my life flash before my eyes. I saw you – and that split second made me realize that I would lose everything I had. You. My friends, no matter how much they piss me off...everything. And I laid there, thinking about that same train of thought I had in the infirmary...just...picturing these different scenarios. What if I died before I could tell you what was wrong? What if I died and we were married? What if we decided to have kids, and then I died fighting? Just...all of these scenarios, and...it was so overwhelming, because I’ve never felt that kind of fear before. I never felt that fear before I met you.”

He takes a moment to inhale. “So, I asked Sensei Wu about it – what, exactly, is that fear? Why is it just coming up now? And he told me that it was a side effect of being in love. Just that...horrifying feeling of potentially never being able to go back to the ones you love.”

“Morro...” you trail off, unshed tears lining your eyes as you clutch onto his hand. All of this he was tormented with...and yet, you never suspected...

“That made me realize what Sensei meant,” he mumbles. “I have to direct my anger into protecting you and making sure that I can come home. I love what I do, yes, but...I love you more. You’re my priority.”

“Morro,” you whisper, going to hug him. He returns the embrace tightly as you bury your face in his neck. “I love you too. I love you so much. More than you could ever know.”

The two of you stay like that for a while, bare skin sticking together as the two of you simply embrace. Soon enough, you loosen your death grip on him, pulling back so that you can press a kiss to his lips.

After the two of you separate, you rest your forehead on his. His eyes are somewhat lidded as one his hands comes up to your cheeks.

“Hey,” he says suddenly, causing you to look at him. “Marry me?”

You can’t help but laugh, looping your arms around his neck as you nod. Ever the straightforward partner, he is. “Of course, jackass. Let’s do it.”

With that, you’re kissing him again. This time, he pushes you so that you’re against the wall, your arms around his neck again. You can’t help but smile as you kiss him.

“I have my mom’s ring that I’ll give you,” he notes, pressing another kiss to your temple. You curl up against his chest, linking one of your hands with his.

“Thank you,” you mumble, closing your eyes momentarily. It’s finally happening – you're engaged to the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I,” he admits.

“Just...be careful, please,” you request, peering up at him.

“I will. I won’t be as reckless as I used to be. I’ll make sure that I can come home.”

“Thank you. That makes me feel a bit better.”

“I feel better too,” he notes as the two of you sit up. “Okay, I’m getting cold. Let’s finish up, yeah?”

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍! 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗; 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

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cheiyunn · 3 months

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Kimisute main story [１部 ] Part 3

Side: Fantome Iris

[Sharehouse]

Tomoru: I’m so sorry! I overslept!

Koharu: What’re you rushing for…?

Tomoru: Wait… I thought we had a group practice today…?

Jun: Because he had to go back to France, I thought Feli-san asked to reschedule the practice for today…

Tomoru: Ah…right… I can’t believe I forgot something so important…

Daimon: We’re all worried about Felix, but for today let's just relax and take it as a long earned rest day

Tomoru: Yes…

Jun: Both you and Koharu usually have problems scheduling rest days too…

Koharu: Usually when I’m off I tend to sub in for other people so as long it's discussed earlier on, I can be more flexible with the time

Tomoru: Me too. Ever since I moved to Dreadnought, in comparison to my old place it’s much easier to ask for leave

Tomoru: Resting is also a need for working so Mashu-san fully understands that too

Jun: Mashu-san… isn’t he like, really scary? I felt like I was turning to stone with one look…

Koharu: Don’t treat the head of our label, like some weird object

Koharu: I mean, he isn’t that scary, right?

Daimon: Whenever we have discussions, his points are always concise and easy to understand so..

Daimon: It takes sense that Jun is a little on edge

Tomoru: But Mashu-san is… really nice though?

Jun: Where !?

Jun: I feel like he’s always saying 「Why don’t you pick it up and try to do your work seriously」 with his eyes..!

Tomoru: That's more because of your personal assumptions- …well, its not above him to really think that way too so…

Jun: See ! See!

Tomoru: But I’ll vouch that he’s really not that cold of a person

Koharu: You’re being taught by him right? Since he’s both the label’s representative and GYROAXIA’s manager right?

Tomoru: Yeah. He’s concise and to the point, maybe sometimes its hard to get in contact when he’s really busy but when I do need help he’s always available for consultations and discussion.

Koharu: Well ain’t he a great boss!

Koharu: It's good that you quit that black company Tomoru

Tomoru: My previous job as a medical systems engineer was just as rewarding and important so there are parts of me that do miss it a bit but…

Tomoru: My junior’s got a strong footing already so I do feel like my work there is done

Tomoru: Looking back on it, maybe the transfer to Dreadnought was perfect timing

Koharu: If that's what you think then it should be a-okay

Koharu: Okay so, I was thinking of popping into the studio for a bit of practice. You guys wanna come too?

Jun: Sorry but didn’t you say that today was… a rest day..?

Koharu: We’re free to do self practice on our rest days right? How about you two?

Daimon: I didn’t schedule anything in particular but since I have the time, I was thinking of reviewing my purchases.

Daimon: However, I won’t deny I do feel the urge to do some light practicing alongside with Koharu

Tomoru: Same here… After I revise the schedule, I think I’ll practice a bit too

Jun: Wanting to practice despite it being a rest day… so diligent…

Tomoru: Are you not in the mood to play Jun?

Jun: Its not that I’m not in the mood… we did have practice originally scheduled for today…

Tomoru: Then… how about you accompany me practicing

Koharu: So, it’ll be shorter than our usual time but let's get to it!

Koharu: But before that…

Daimon: Food. Both Jun and Tomoru need to eat

Daimon: I have it all prepared so I’ll bring it over

Tomoru: Oh, I’ll help too!

[Time passes]

Koharu: It became night in the blink of an eye… well, for the next live we’re all set though right

Tomoru: I agree. We can just do one more full check during rehearsal later on as a final measure and we’re set

Jun: …I wonder when Felix-san will be back

Daimon: He did say it’d be for a few days. When he knows for sure he said he’d contact us

Tomoru: …I wonder if Feli-san’s uncle is going okay…

Daimon: I wonder too…

Daimon: When he got to call from Gilbert a day back he seemed quite somber

Jun: …I hope that he gets better

Jun: His uncle was like… a 2nd parent to him right?

Koharu: That's what I heard

Tomoru: Something in regards to his father passing away early on…

Daimon: It was when Felix was 17 I think

Daimon: Then after that he was transferred under the guardianship of his uncle or so

Tomoru: So that's what happened…

Koharu: …at the very least we can hope that the worst doesn’t come to happen…

#fromargonavis #fantome iris

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adorewo0 · 4 months

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SUMMARY : You are gifted barricade tickets to a Seventeen concert by your best friend. Woozi ends up taking your phone leading you down a slightly hectic and confusing love story with someone you never thought you would meet.

PAIRING : Idol!Woozi x Non-idol!reader

GENRE : Fluff, delulu, idol au/smau(?)

FEATURING : All of Seventeen

WARNINGS : None :)

NOTES : This is my first story, so any feedback on things I need to improve on would be helpful. Also some parts will be set up like a smau. It’s all based on what I’m feeling in the moment/what I think is visually appealing. THIS IS PURE FICTION AND NOT RELATED TO THE IDOLS IRL!

AN : At this point its Follow Tour Woozi cause he been looking too good. But I hope y'all are enjoying this! Originally it was for my bsf which is why its really cliche but I never finished. I'mma try and get chapters out more often so you don't have to wait. If you want to be notified when I update just tell me and I'll tag you!

Thank you<3

Chapter 2

“No cause vocal unit’s performance of Habit ate!” Kya emphasizes, “I swear a few tears dropped.” We are having our little debrief session at the airport waiting to board our plane.

“No cause S.Coups in Fire?” I point out, “That’s what did it for me.” So did S.Coups helping me. I force the thoughts of the many weird interactions from the night before out of my head.

Passengers for Plane ### may start boarding now. Please recall the information…

I tune out the rest of the information from the intercom knowing I don’t need it. Kya and I gather our things and get in line.

We ended up getting separated in the process of her booking our plane tickets, so I had to say a short “Bye” to her on the way to my seat.

When I get to my seat I put my luggage overhead and sat down. I’m sitting next to this dude with relatively long hair and a mask on. From what I can see of him, his face looks promising. I say “Hi” but he ignores me, looks out the window and turns up the music in his headphones. Oh.I decided to not let it bother me and focus on what movie I should watch from the plethora of options I downloaded beforehand.

Another person sits next to me, but I’m glued to my phone so I don’t pay much attention. I hear a deep voice say “Hey” and my head shoots up. I recognize the voice and as I stare at his mask-covered face more, the face matches as well.

“Oh hi! I didn’t expect to see you here.” I say dumbfounded.

“I didn’t expect to see you here either, you live in Atlanta or just visiting?” he asks incredulously.

“Yeah. My friend and I flew up to NY to see you guys since there was no ATL tour date.”

“Thank you! But sorry about that, we decided to do a last minute pop-up at a music festival in ATL a few days ago.” He says with a sorrowful look back.

“No it’s okay! We really enjoyed ourselves and the money was all worth it.” I say warmly.

“Thank you again for enjoying it.” I nod my head and the conversation dies down a little bit, but a few mins later he asks, “Do you wanna come to our sound check before the pop up? You can bring your friend and just hang out with us.”

“For real?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yeah! I thought it would be fun for you plus I think your chill and a couple of the other members think the same as well.” The information he provides me with is kind of surprising, but I go with it.

“Sure then! I’ll bring my friend Kya.”

“Great!” We continue talking on and off, my movie getting ignored for the most part the whole plane ride.

Kya’s POV

I get to my seat after my small wave to y/n. I’m trying to put up my suitcase, but I’m struggling due to my height being on the shorter side. The man who was waiting behind me stops me and takes the suitcase and puts it away. I let out a short sorry feeling self conscious. I sit down in the middle seat and he also puts his bag over my row and comes to sit in the window seat. I push my legs in, out of courtesy, and he slips past me. I distract myself with my phone and later the plane starts to take off.

I decide to fall asleep out of boredom after take off and lean my head back against my seat. I soon doze off but my head moves all the way to the left into an uncomfortable position. I feel someones’ hand grab my head and move it to the right on something hard. I look up and stare at the man from before and he slowly starts to look familiar. Minghao? Nah I’m trippin. I fall back asleep on the man’s shoulder which feels heavenly to use as a pillow.

He wakes me up when the plane has landed and I look up at him confused. I soon realized that my “dream” was not a dream and that was truly Minghao. Wtf… I decide to be chill about it so I don’t expose his identity. I let out a small thank you and move out of my seat to get my things.

Of course I struggle again, so he helps me with my bag and gets his at the same time. Fuck it. I make small talk with him while we're walking out of the plane which turns into a really chill conversation. Laughing with Minghao, we walk into the empty gate where I see y/n standing with 2 men. oh- I walk up to her with a questioning look and she does the same back.

#seventeen #woozi x reader #black reader #kpop #woozi x black reader

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Stars Around My Scars

Part 1

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T

Word Count: ~5.7 k

I don't believe there are any warnings, but if you think I should add one, let me know!

Some things may make more sense if you read my (extended) Author's Note here.

Cardigan AU Masterlist here.

Everyone say thank you to my wonderful betas @sarcasticbambi and @boldlyanxious <3<3<3

Any errors are mine, and please don't hesitate to point them out (but please be nice, I'm really proud of this AU).

Requested by @mochegato from my discord poll. I hope you like it! (I promise the fluff and comfort is coming <3 )

You drew Stars Around my Scars

Marinette rushed from her last class to her locker.

The teeming crowds of students milled around the suddenly full hallways, pulling her closer to her goal. Her boyfriend often left little notes or clues to gifts, and it always brightened her day to find a loving surprise. How he knew her locker code, she didn't know, but brushed it off (she'd certainly acquired dubious skills for stupider reasons than giving her SO a gift).

There was nothing there today, but when she slammed it shut she turned and walked into her boyfriend.

“Hey, Pixie. Ready to go?”

She groaned. “Nooo. I have to work on my Lit essay.”

“I can help; whatever you need.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the quiet library, seemingly empty except for the rows of books and the librarian, Ms. Blue. She nodded familiarly at them and went back to her computer as they disappeared deeper into the library's abyss. Finally, they stopped at a table and Marinette dumped her things on its surface.

“Okay, let's do this.”

About an hour after they began working on their homework, Jason got up to find a book for references. A few minutes later, Marinette noticed he still hadn't returned, so she decided to stretch her legs and go look for him. After scouring several rows, she finally heard a thump behind her. The trail of thumps led her to a corner of the library, where Jason was waiting with a smug grin.

“You did miss me.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes. “I have to keep a very close eye on you when we're in a library or bookstore. I couldn't wait too long or I mayn't have seen you ever again. Like that time I lost you at the B&N.”

“Mayn't?”

She punched his (stupidly solid) arm. “It's an uncommon contraction that should be used more.”

“I'll tell the world to start, then. We should make a prank on Twitter.”

“Oui, good idea! No one will know it's us trolling them, and you can share your bizarre stories and explain your unusual skills.”

“What bizarre stories?” He followed her back to their table, setting up a new Twitter account on his way.

“Um, my ex-girlfriend possessed my other ex, for one. That time you met a civil, agreeable demon, for two...you are a mysterious person, Jason Todd.”

“Thank you, I try to be as cryptid-like as possible. What shall we name our crack account?”

“Um...our names combined make “Janette”; Janette can be the mod. For the handle, how about...Janette@pothamcrack. Yeah. And before you ask, Paris + Gotham equals Potham.”

“Great. Here, our first official tweet. Janette@pothamcrack says: 'Mayn't' is an underused contraction. Use it more, cowards'.”

“Perfect. Can you make everyone we know that's verified follow us so more people are subjected to our crack and insanity?”

•○•○•○•

Jason knocked on Marinette's door. There was a brief flurry of activity, then she opened it enough to stick her head out.

“Heyyy, Jay. You're early!”

“Is that such a bad thing?” he asked, faux-offended.

“No, of course not...come in. I just gotta...”

“Why is there blood on your sweatshirt? Are you hurt?”

Jason carefully circled her, gingerly trailing his hands over her body to check her reactions. When he reached her lower left ribs, she only winced once, very quickly, but he caught her reaction and yanked her Gotham Knights sweatshirt up a couple inches. Her hand grabbed his wrist tightly, preventing him from moving.

“Oh, sorry, Pix. I...should've asked first.” He felt quite remorseful, knowing she hated showing skin, though he didn't know the reason why. But if she was hurt and hiding it, and bleeding...“How badly are you hurt, Pix? Do you need me to take you to the clinic?”

Marinette looked down. “I'm fine, it's just a scratch,” she mumbled quietly. "I was just gonna change, you don't need to worry.”

Now Jason was really concerned. Why was she hiding it? If it really wasn't bad, she'd show him as proof, like that time he thought she chopped her fingers off (in hindsight he may have panicked a bit, but she was his girlfriend and he was terrified of something hurting her) and she immediately showed him the barely-visible nick on her finger.

He gently tilted her chin up to face him and started directly into her blue eyes.

“Marinette, I'm your boyfriend, and I'm worried about you. I understand if you don't want me to see, but can you tell me what happened, at least?”

She dropped her gaze again, though it could only reach his callused hand this time, and inhaled sharply, then winced again.

“I was lightly stabbed from an attempted mugging, but I'm fine! It's just a scratch! I'm sorry for worrying you. I was just gonna get a bandaid; it's not that deep.”

“Stabbed and mugged? Marinette Wendy Dupain-Cheng Stone, why didn't you tell me?!”

She jerked her chin out of his hold and glared at him. “Because I don't need to answer you. I'm an adult and I can take care of myself just fine, thank you. If you don't trust my judgement, then you obviously don't respect me and you can leave me to my first aid.”

“Woah, Pix. I-” Jason stopped and took a deep breath.

“Okay, clearly you have some things we should talk about, but first, you're right. I'm sorry. We can talk about this after you get first aid. I don't have to watch, but I'm staying until we talk this stuff out, Marinette."

Marinette headed to the bathroom where her closest first aid kit was and began unpacking it to search for the things she needed.

The door shut in Jason's face with a decisive click.

He sat across the hall, leaning against the wall and talking to Marinette. She didn't reply, but she didn't chase him out or tell him to shut up, either, so he took it as a win.

Finally, the door opened and Marinette stood in the doorway, just looking at him.

Jason slowly got to his feet and scanned her up and down, just in case she'd bled out in the bathroom and was now a zombie or some other supernatural revenant his brain cursed him with imagining.

She'd left her sweatshirt off and was just in a white tank top, bloodstained on the lower left side (thankfully less blood than his traumatised brain helpfully made him think of), and her jeans. His eyes landed on her arms, which she usually had covered by a sweater or hoodie (usually one of his).

Scars of various sizes and shapes littered her arms and what he could see of her chest. She'd told him that everyone was healed and brought back to life, but he'd thought it was completely healed, not left with scars.

A sudden flash of insight hit him and he blinked, then moved across to hug her gently. “I'm glad you're not seriously hurt. Are you in pain? Do you want me to get a pill?”

“One small slice does not constitute pain, Jason.” She was avoiding his eyes again, he noticed. He much preferred those pretty blues looking at him, not away from him in shame or pain or anger.

“I understand.”

Which hurts more, A or B? Forehand, or backhand?

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I didn't...when you told me about Hawkmoth and Multimouse, you obviously toned it down a lot.”

Marinette realised he had picked her up and they were now in her kitchen, where he perched her on the island and began making her a mug of tea. Oh, she realised. He's not just talking about the mugging.

Her lips quirked up a bit as she watched him move around her kitchen familiarly.

Jason handed her her favourite mug and leaned against the counter beside her.

“Are you okay, besides the 'light stabbing'?”

She glared at him over the rim of her mug, but it lacked heat. “Yeah, it was only an attempted mugging. The dude was following me so I ducked into an alley and when he 'caught' me, I let him get close enough to stab me and then I grabbed his wrist, kneed him, and put him in an armlock. The stab was simply a tactical sacrifice. Then a nice cop drove by as I was zip-tying him, so I let him take the guy into the station. His name was, um, Dick Grayson, I think? He had similar features to you...anyways, yeah, I'm fine, you worrywart. I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, I just...I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry. You were just worried but it reminded me of some situations in Paris and I reacted disproportionately.”

“I forgive you, Pixie. Can you tell me what part of what I did and said reminded you, so I can work on that?”

“The...well, it wasn't really anything. I'm just always on guard because I had to fight for people to trust me so much, and my ex-partner was...always crossing lines and I was always explaining things I shouldn't have had to. You were just asking out of worry, but I immediately jumped to you trying to back me into a corner. It's not something you have to work on,” she snorted bitterly.

As she spoke, Jason picked up her free hand and began running his fingers over her arm soothingly. Marinette suddenly realised what he was doing and focused on the shapes. He was slowly tracing stars around every single mark and scar on her arms. Eventually, he reached her shoulder and left his arm comfortingly across them. She snuggled a little closer and they drank their tea in cosy silence.

○○○○○○○

To Kiss in Cars and Downtown Bars

Jason flipped through the security feeds from his office in the Iceberg Lounge. A familiar face at the back of the line to get in caught his eye. Why...

He changed out of his Red Hood gear into his usual outfit of jeans, a T-shirt, and his leather jacket (different from his RH jacket), then snuck out the door.

•○•○•○•

Marinette jumped as a large, warm hand was put over her mouth. She hadn't heard anyone coming, but they were awfully brave to attempt...whatever...in full view of the bouncers a few metres ahead. She made eye contact with one but he completely ignored her!

Now Marinette was more annoyed at the bouncer's incompetence than the person behind her!

“It's me.”

She whirled around. “Jay? What're you doing here?”

He plucked her ID from her hands (thanks to Fluff and Trixx, she had a passably legal ID) and examined it.

“Not bad. C'mon.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the Lounge. A passcode later, they were in the dark hallway leading from the club's fire exit.

“Here.” He handed her a metal bracelet. “It tells people to back off, you're under the owner's protection. You also won't have to pay.” He pointed to his matching bracelet. “Maybe you'll tell me why you're trying to enter a club?”

She strolled over to the bar, him following closely as usual.

“I'm legal in Paris. Apparently, I have the worst luck. My old class is coming on an exchange in a couple months so they can tour some American universities and experience the American high school system. The problem is, they all think I'm dead - a strawberry daiquiri, please.”

“Mood. Can't you...avoid them? Hack the system and become part of the class going to Paris?”

She chugged half her drink, impressing him, and shook her head.

“Most people in Paris think I'm dead. Paris is bad for me...all the memories...and I was asked to be a translator if there are any issues and because I'm a helpful person who still hasn't learned to say no, I said yes! Although, I didn't know it was my class until the details were sent after I already agreed.”

“Oh...that is a problem. I'm also fluent in French, could I replace you or at least help you?”

“I'll talk to Mr. Patel, he's organising it, but that should be okay. We can continue Janette's crack—they're so idiotic sometimes, and yet they can be so brilliant others, I really don't understand it.”

“I can't wait to meet them. And um, maybe don't chug your drink without eating something?”

“Right. Want to dance?” She held out her hand. He took it and kissed the back, spinning her away from the counter.

“Sure.”

After a couple dances and a close call with a tipsy patron, they headed to a quiet corner, where Marinette dissected outfits and rated style with Jason, who knew a surprising amount about fashion. She supposed he'd heard more than one of her rants/lectures and picked stuff up.

Around midnight, Jason's phone buzzed and he sighed.

“Hey, Pix, I gotta go. Can I bring you home first?”

“Sure. Did you bring your bike?” She followed him outside, her hand still in his.

“Nah, I borrowed a friend's car because I had to transport stuff earlier.”

He led her to a sleek black car and opened the door for her. When he crossed the hood to get to his side, she leaned over and opened the driver's door for him and smiled sweetly.

The drive to Jagged's penthouse, where she was currently living until her parents finalised closing the bakery in Paris and joining her in Gotham, was quiet, broken by her soft humming of random song snippets.

“Thanks for the fun evening, Jay. I was so bummed about them coming, but you cheered me up.”

Marinette leaned over and kissed Jason's cheek before she got out of the car, but he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her back for a longer, proper kiss.

“Night, Pix. Have sweet dreams, maybe of me?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled and waved him off noncommittally. His ego would be too big if she told him she often dreamed of him.

•○•○•○•

Marinette sighed at Tikki and Wayzz for the fourth time.

“I know I should, I just don't want to. Why can't I live in denial a little longer? He treats me like a princess.”

“Marinette, this is the third time in three weeks that he left your date early with no explanation. This won't be healthier for you in the long run if you keep denying it,” the ladybug kwami advised.

“I'm just tired, Tikki. Aside from the dates and being even more selective about what he tells me about his family and life than I am, it's great! I didn't want a busy, dramatic year. Can I seriously not just leave it a little longer?”

“Guardian, there is a difference between being patient and understanding, and letting everything slide because you don't want to confront someone. There is a possibility he just doesn't know how or when to bring some of these things up, so just try talking to him,” said Wayzz. “If that does not resolve anything, then you can consider what to do after that.”

“And as for the 'no drama' you want, ignoring all of this is only adding to it,” Tikki interjected.

Marinette huffed a breath of hot air and crossed her arms petulantly, knowing the kwami were right. “Fine. I'll ask him to meet me later.”

○○○○○○○

Peter Losing Wendy

“I think we should break up.” She looked him in the eye as she stabbed him in the heart with those dreaded words.

“Why?”

He knew it was for the best, it would keep her safer, but he'd hoped...if she wanted it, he would let her go, taking his heart with him, as he ignored the urge to hold her and never release her.

“You can't explain those weird texts and calls and disappearances, and you've been late or left early with such plausible excuses...I can't...it looks like Adrien 2.0. And believe me, I don't want to think that, but ...call it PTSD or whatever, you're so hot and cold. You keep me at arms' length for so many things, and then you turn around and you're the warmest, most perfect boyfriend I could want. You've got this way of telling me everything, but it's nothing at all...all an illusion. I just, I can't do this again. It's not fair to either of us. Gotham has been better to me than Paris, and I'm going to fight with everything this time."

...And now she was taking his shattered heart with her.

“I asked you to come so we could talk about it, try and figure this out, but you cancelled last-minute, again, Jason. Once or twice I understood, but now it just feels like you're avoiding me, or at least avoiding opening up to me. I'm just...done. I can't ignore all of this anymore, and I'm tired.”

He couldn't do this to her. He'd seen how scarred she was after Multimouse. Now, as an ordinary civilian with loads of PTSD, he wouldn't risk hurting her anymore, repeating Parisian mistakes.

He swallowed. “I'm sorry, P-Marinette.” He turned to leave, blinking rapidly. “If you're in trouble, call me. I'll still come.”

As he turned to shut the door his eyes met hers.

Both pairs were overflowing.

“Goodbye, and good luck.”

The door closing behind him sounded like a sentencing being put into effect.

•○•○•○•

She didn't go to school for two days, choosing to curl into a ball and cry instead.

When she'd first enrolled as Marinette Stone - courtesy of Jagged and Penny helping her set up a new life in his hometown - everyone had been trying to get to know the other new transfer student, Jason.

She'd snubbed him, wanting her final school year to be drama free, and he'd laughed.

Thus began an academic rivalry, and everyone thought they were sworn enemies from the cold way she'd greet him in the halls. For his part, he was warmer to her than anyone else, which confused her, but she wrote him off as a masochist.

But thanks to meddling from Mrs. Perez, who paired them up on a very important assignment, they became sworn besties instead, which led to dating. They kept it quiet, finding that trolling the entire school was hilarious to them, as well as the disappointed look in Mrs. Perez's eyes when at the end of the assignment, they were still rivals and not in love (yes, Mrs. Perez was the biggest Marison shipper).

Jason picked up one of her design scribbles and looked at the hand-lettering she'd done when she was bored in class.

“Your name is Marinette Wendy Dupain-Cheng?”

“Yeah, so?”

“We're Peter and Wendy! My full name is Jason Peter Todd.”

“Didn't they end up not together?”

“... Right. Well… You're petite, so you can be Tinker Bell then.”

She hoped her face conveyed her scepticism. “Tinker Bell? A pixie?”

He ignored her and exclaimed, “Pixie it is!” happy to finally have a nickname she didn't hate or have bad connotations with.

Marinette cried even harder at the memory. They hadn't ended up together, after all.

○○○○○○○

I Knew You (Marked Me Like A Bloodstain)

The tell-tale swish of a grappling hook being deployed caught Jason's attention from where he sat on the roof's vent, swinging his legs as he surveyed his empire's capital, Crime Alley. He rolled backwards off the vent and faced the Dark Knight, tensing for an altercation, whether verbal or physical.

“What do you want, B,” he snapped, annoyed his depression session had been interrupted by the partial cause of the entire mess he was moping about right now.

Batman didn't move, signifying he wanted to talk right now, not fight.

“You haven't been around in either capacity lately, and you didn't respond when Nightwing texted you earlier, either. I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay.”

Angrily, Red Hood turned on Batman with a growl. “As you can see, I'm out, so I'm perfectly healthy. You don't need to check in on your wayward soldier personally. You only care that I'm fine so that you know if you can call me to help on missions and I'll come running back like a dog when you whistle. Just because I'm working with you more doesn't mean I'm one of your little clones who only exists to be useful to you; I have my own life and I don't have to answer to you about any of it.”

“Hood, where is this coming from?” Batman truly sounded bewildered. “I was only checking on you because I care about you. I care about your health and functioning because I care about you.”

“Well maybe you care too much, B. You're constantly calling me out on missions and that's about the only time you contact me, unless Agent A requests it. If you actually care about me as a person, if not your son, you'd ask to see me outside of the mask, but you haven't, which leads me to my previous conclusions. I'm taking a break from all of your messes. If you need my help, don't contact me, and clean it up yourself. I'll be back when I'm back—if I'm back. And don't snoop!”

Hood jumped off the roof and landed on a fire escape, using parkour moves to slide down railings, and assassin-training to evade Batman's close tail. Eventually, Batman gave up and Hood moved out of the shadows to mope back in his Bat-proof apartment.

•○•○•○•

Chasing Shadows (in Grocery Lines)

Red Hood angrily yanked the knots tight on the goons' restraints. He knew the Untitled were in Gotham, but why? Besides the obvious (to kill him), of course.

A flash of movement caught his eye, and he followed it carefully. He snuck up behind the faux-Catwoman and hissed, “Who are you and why are you here?”

“...Catwoman, of course. You know cats, curiosity kills us.”

Convincing.

She acted similarly to Selina, but she was... off. Wrong inflection, similar mannerisms but they were too forced, the suit wasn't pure black like Selina's (it was black with grey accents), no purr...

“No, you're not. Catwoman and I have a bi-monthly feline petting session where we complain about Batman, so I've spent enough time with the Sirens to know you're just… Uncanny Valley Catwoman.” He waved his hand at faux-Catwoman's entire existence.

She hissed and her ears and tail twitched.

Were...they real?

“Look, I don't want to fight you, but you're making it hard. Don't insult 'short' people. It's not our fault you're trees.”

“I'll stop saying things like that when you stop looking at me as if you want to climb me like one,” he retorted.*

Wait, faux-Catwoman, Bat-adjacent, flirting on a roof… NO! I'm not becoming Bruce!!

“I'm here because I think some of my trainer's enemies are after me,” faux-Catwoman blurted in an attempt to change the subject.

Ha, he could still see her cheeks and neck warming.

“Who?”

“They're a creepy old magic group called the Untitled. Ironic, I know. I don't know much about them besides the fact that they're incredibly evil, and they want my Miraculous.”

“Are you All-Caste too?” He didn't think they had anyone left besides himself, but if they were travelling while the Untitled attacked, maybe someone escaped...

“What?”

“Nevermind. I didn't know the Untitled had more enemies than my sect. I'm the last member; the Untitled wiped the rest of us out. I can tell you more about the Untitled once I finish my patrol, in 20-ish minutes?”

Faux-Catwoman nodded. “The gargoyle across from Drake Industries work for you?”

“Sure. What should I call you, by the way?”

“Onyx. Ciao!”

Twenty-three minutes later, Red Hood grappled up to his gargoyle, finding Onyx sitting beside it, casually swinging her feet as if she wasn't 40 stories up and untethered.

“So, you like Freddy too?”

“Freddy?”

“My thinking gargoyle. You're new in town.”

Onyx sighed heavily. “No, you're just the first person to notice I'm not Catwoman.”

Jason sensed she needed to talk more so he employed his most effective interrogation technique, silence, and she began talking a moment later.

“This is Paris all over again. Do you know about what happened in Paris?”

Jason nodded and pulled out a granola bar from his pocket, unwrapped it, and began eating as she continued.

“I was Ladybug. When I became Guardian of the Miraculous, I revoked my black cat's ring. He'd been corrupted since he wasn't a true black cat, and also from living in a house with the corrupted butterfly and broken peacock Miraculous. His dad was Hawkmoth, though he didn't know that, and he was my boyfriend as a civilian. Turns out he was cheating on me with my bully per his father's and my bully's manipulation.

“I used the Miraculous of Multiplication to become Bugmouse and Catmouse, and when I got the Miraculous from Hawkmoth, I put them away.

"My uncle helped me move here to start afresh… in Paris, everywhere I went, there were memories… And most weren't happy. When I came here, life was great… I didn't think I wanted another boyfriend but I did get one… And now I've broken up with him. He was perfect, and I was waiting for the imperfections, but... It turned into Paris II: Electric Boogaloo. He would disappear randomly, and it seemed like he was waiting till I was busy so I wouldn't notice. I followed him once because he'd left something behind, but it was like he knew I was tailing him and he lost me. He never introduced me to his family — he said they were semi-estranged, but I can't help wondering...

"So I grabbed a Miraculous and became Onyx; beating up bad guys is better than therapy, y'know? I just didn't expect to be traced by the Miraculous's signature by the Untitled.

“And now Gotham is becoming Paris,” she finished with a heavy sigh. “At least to me.”

After another silence, she gasped quietly. “I'm sorry for monologuing on you, you just felt… like a comrade, maybe? You give off safe vibes, anyways.”

The more she talked, the more she solidified his suspicion that Onyx was Marinette.

“I'm sorry you had to go through that, Onyx.” He didn't want to say anything else, partially out of guilt, and partially to stop himself from explaining everything and throwing himself on her mercy and begging her to take him back.

“So, the Untitled?” Onyx cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, turning to see his (masked) face a bit better.

“Right. The Untitled are millennia-old evil sibling magicians who got their power from a well of evil. There are only eight members of the Untitled, but they are very old and powerful. They were enemies with the group who trained me, the All-Caste, and killed them all. They can't be killed by normal means, but I have the All-Blades, which can defeat them. Do you have anything that can harm them, do you know?” Hood asked.

“I suspect the ‘Cataclysm’ power and perhaps ‘Clout’ or ‘Uproar’, and though I'd prefer not to test it in battle and find I'm wrong, I don't know how else to confirm my hypothesis.”

“Then how about you stay in the background while I take on the Untitled with the All-Blades, and when there's an opening you try your hypothesis?”

“I can do that. When are we going?” He asked her.

“Sooner rather than later, I think. When can you-”

“Okay, give me ten minutes,” Onyx interrupted. “I'll get my Miraculous and meet you at the warehouse at the edge of Gotham, in the westernmost part of the Tricorner Yards. You can lure the Untitled there or something, right?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Ten minutes average or ten minutes on the dot?”

“On the dot. I have a very precise Miraculous.”

“...okay. See you in 10, Onyx.”

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Ten minutes later, Onyx appeared in the shadows of the warehouse, where Jason was already in the middle of two Untitled, his glowing swords flickering in the dark and giving off an eerie vibe. The chill and sense of evil permeating the air didn't help, either.

Onyx's suit was now pure black, with thin stripes of red, magenta, and brown scattered around her suit.

“Cataclysm,” Onyx whispered and threw the ball of destruction at the Untitled on Jason's rear.

The Untitled were now alerted to her presence and she moved swiftly from shadow to shadow. One began to approach her, and she instinctively activated the tiger's power, ‘Clout’. The immense power from the magical punch knocked the being out, and Onyx turned her attention to the two Untitled who took the place of the previous duo already taken care of by Red Hood's swords.

“Uproar!” she cried, hoping the power-disrupting ability would work on the beings as she tossed the circlet like a frisbee at them. Onyx breathed deeply in relief when she realised her powers did work on the Untitled and turned to face the remaining two, back to back with Hood.

They attacked at the same time, swirling black shadows with surprising speed, but Onyx had prepared a second Cataclysm and yelled “Jump!” at Hood as the Untitled reached them.

The Untitled almost crashed into each other and tried to stop themselves before they could collide. It was too late, however. Onyx and Hood jumped to the first level above them (superpowers handily granting them extra height), and watched as the same cataclysm turned both ghouls into nothing.

Hood exhaled jaggedly and turned to her. “You have some nice moves and those were some sick abilities!”

She grinned, a little winded from using three Miraculous at once, and replied, “You weren't too bad yourself! Those swords sure are handy.”

“Yeah… Thank you for your help, Onyx. I couldn't have taken them all down at once without you.”

She waved it off and swung down to the floor again. “It was my pleasure, I assure you. I'm thrilled one less group of weird power-hungry monsters is after my head.”

“If you want to team up for a night of regular vigilantism, that'd be cool. Or are you leaving, now that you're safe again?”

“No, I'm here for another unforeseen amount of time,” she sighed, civilian life distracting her.

Hood didn't want to have her dwelling on their breakup quite yet so he decided to distract her. “Hey, how'd you learn that flippy move you did back there? It was really cool.”

Onyx cheered up a little. “Really? Thanks. My uncle taught me, actually... I'd taken gymnastics for a couple years so I had a good base and then he built off that. I have a similar build to his daughter, so he taught both of us. I think you'd get along great… He does prefer a sword, but he's still pretty handy with a gun.”

“Oh, maybe I've heard of him?”

“Uh...Slade Wilson?” Onyx asked hesitantly.

Deathstroke was Onyx's uncle?!

“Your uncle is Deathstroke?!” he blurted.

Onyx chuckled guiltily. “Heh. Not by blood, my nonna just has a ton of connections with really strange people, and she introduced us a few years ago. He kinda adopted me, so I just call him uncle. Y'know, we only see each other a couple times a year. He likes to surprise me when he visits and keeps my skills sharp, so he usually makes sneak attacks. I've got a good eye for attempted assassinations thanks to it!” she said cheerily, rambling in her nervousness but somehow concerning him more.

Hood was a little more scared of Onyx after he learned that information.

Yeah, Talia al Ghul had adopted him, but she was less likely to come after Marinette just because she was dating her son. Also, he knew her.

Slade was protective of his children, even if he did nothing else as their father, and he was unpredictable.

Hood shivered and headed home chilled, looking over his shoulder a couple more times than he usually did.

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Jason wandered aimlessly down the aisles, collecting items he remembered he needed and tossing them in his basket. Bread, yeast for when he was feeling less sad and went back to making his own, milk, oats, soap, bandages and ointment, coffee, chicken, ice cream.

He headed to the only checkout lane open and put his purchases on the conveyor belt. The bored and tired-looking young adult started soullessly scanning them while Jason rolled his eyes at a gossip rag loudly proclaiming Wayne family "news" on its cover.

He reached for his wallet and spun back to face the shadows. Slim, black hair, shadowy…Marinette?

He looked closer and grimaced at Cass.

“What are you doing here?” he signed, annoyance clear in his body language.

“Saw you going by and you looked sad, so I followed you. No one else knows,” she replied.

He frowned harder. “I’m fine. Just tired. And I told B not to contact me. I’ll talk to whomever of you I want when I want to, and I don’t want to talk to any of you right now,” he signed emphatically. “Thanks for checking on me, but I don’t need it.”

He turned back to the slightly bewildered-looking cashier, who had only seen him making gestures at the shadows, and rolled his eyes harder. Stupid Bats, always making him look foolish.

He grimace-smiled politely and handed over the cash, grabbing his bags and leaving immediately, feeling even more foolish for thinking Cass had been Marinette.

Marinette wouldn’t be near him willingly for a while. Clearly he needed to do something about that.

He’d been feeling more foolish in the past couple days than in the past couple years combined.

Marinette had told him she was a temp hero, Multimouse, and stayed in contact with her friends, who had been temporary and official heroes. She clearly still cared about them and knew they were heroes, yet didn’t act any differently. He could’ve told her his secrets, she would’ve understood and kept them, but he didn’t want to hurt her with them.

Well, if she was still friends with official heroes, she’d obviously weighed the risks and decided it didn’t matter. He should have let her choose in their relationship, too.

Marinette had good judgement (the only strike he had against that evidence was her agreeing to date him in the first place, but then again he’d always been a good actor out of necessity) and he trusted it, although he hadn’t really shown that.

Tired of waffling between should he talk to her/should he leave her in peace and never show his face in front of her again, he finally decided.

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THE END of Part One

Thank you for reading!

*this sentence is all thanks to @nitwitjustice, who gave permission for me to use his quip in my fic :)

#Cardigan au #Jasonette #ali writes #Mlbxdc #Dcxmlb #Fic

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Serendipity (29/?)

Fandom: Station 19, Grey’s Anatomy

Characters: Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca

Summary: A chance meeting at a bar leads to these two idiots falling in love. Follows canon and fills in the gaps of their relationship that we didn’t get to see on screen.

Content warning: another difficult case for Carina.

Also @ AO3.

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Weather The Storm

I don’t need magic, I need your arms around me at 3:29am. When the dark is too much, I need you to be real when nothing else is. - A.R. Asher

When her alarm goes off at six-thirty a.m., Carina hits the snooze button and rolls over, burying her face into the pillow. She has never been one to jump out of bed, but the desire to stay under the covers is bigger than it has ever been.

“I love my job, I love my job,” she mumbles to herself as she extends her arms and legs, stretching her muscles and feeling them pop as they wake up.

It’s true, she loves being a doctor and seeing the joy in her patients’ faces as their families grow, but every day feels hard right now. Every day she walks into the hospital hoping that it will be different – better – than the day before, that she won’t have a patient who isn’t getting the care they deserve because of Covid restrictions and protocols.

Every day is a disappointment. Every day she is angry and frustrated.

Yet, every day she gets up and goes to work and does her job, because she knows that, despite all of the fear and sadness in the world right now, she can make a difference to someone’s life. When a baby is delivered, the pandemic falls away, and she gets to share their joy, just for a moment.

Her eyes start to drop and she hauls herself out of bed, heading straight to the shower to wake herself up. She stays under the hot water for longer than she usually would, letting it cleanse her of the negative feelings she wakes up with. She doesn’t want to become a person who drags herself into work, she knows she has to stay positive otherwise she won’t survive this.

She emerges just as her phone pings and she picks it up from its spot on her bedside table, opening the message waiting for her. It is a photo from Maya, a selfie showing off the sweat and glow caused by her early morning run. She looks at the text that accompanies it.

Woke up missing you a lot. Went for a run to try and work off some of that energy but I still miss you. A LOT.

Carina smirks. There used to be mornings when Maya would wake her up with wandering hands and keen lips, and she would willingly be Maya’s ‘exercise’ for the day. There is only so much that sex toys and video calls can satisfy them while they are apart, and as her eyes sweep over Maya’s glistening skin, she feels her body tingle. If only Maya was here, she thinks to herself.

She takes a photo, letting the towel slip down just enough to tease, and sends it to Maya without a caption. She gets a reply within seconds.

MEAN!

Carina chuckles. She sends another quick message.

I miss you too. Talk to you later?

She watches the three dots flash.

Definitely. I’ll Facetime you when I get to work. I want to see you.

Carina tosses her phone on the bed. Her mood is a little lighter than it had been just a few minutes ago and she gets ready for work with a small spring in her step.

An hour later and she is settled at her desk, scrolling through her appointment schedule, when there is a knock at her door.

“Come in,” she calls out, as she grabs a mask and hooks it over her ears.

Her heart lifts when her baby brother walks through the door.

“Andrea!” she greets him. “I haven’t seen you for a few days, is everything okay?”

He can see her looking him over, as if checking for signs of mania or depression or lack of sleep. It has been a couple of weeks now since he moved out of her house and he is doing well, but he knows that doesn’t stop Carina from worrying about him.

“I’m fine, Carina,” he says pointedly. “Are you?”

She flinches at his question, knowing the answer and wondering how honest she should be with him about how hard she has been finding it. She doesn’t want to burden him, so she simply shrugs. “I’m okay.”

“Really? Because I heard you yelled at an intern yesterday and that’s not like you.”

Carina rolls her eyes. “He’s an idiota! He didn’t know the difference between his Elliott forceps and Piper forceps!”

Despite the surgical mask he wears, Andrew’s face twitches as if he is trying not to smile. “Carina, I don’t know the difference between Elliott forceps and Piper forceps.”

“Well, you’re an idiota too!”

Despite trying to make light of it, she sighs. She knows she was too hard on the young doctor yesterday and she plans to apologise the next time she sees him. She sinks back in her chair.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Andrew asks solemnly, not letting her off the hook easily.

“I’m just tired,” Carina admits.

Tired of the pandemic, tired of the horror and loss she sees every day, tired of going home to an empty house and eating alone every night, tired of going to bed without another body to hold. Except she doesn’t know how to convey all this in words, so she doesn’t.

“Have you spoken to Maya lately?” Andrew asks, knowing how happier she makes Carina.

“We talked last night,” Carina says. He has a look on his face that is usually followed by a lecture and she cuts him off before he has chance to say anything. “We’re fine. Being apart sucks, but we’re doing okay.”

Andrew doesn’t look convinced. “I just think you’d be doing better if you quarantined together.”

It is not the first time that he has said it and every time he does, Carina feels more and more tempted. But then she remembers all the sacrifices that people are making every day to keep safe, including Doctor Bailey, and she puts a stop to the thought.

Her pager starts to beep and she is grateful for the distraction from this conversation.

“I have to go,” she says, grabbing her lab coat from the back of her chair as she stands up.

“Lunch later?” Andrew suggests. “Socially distanced, of course.”

They have done it a couple of times – Carina at her desk, Andrew on the sofa on the other side of the room. It is the closest thing to normal she has in this strange world, even if one of them usually gets interrupted by another emergency.

“Si, if we have time,” Carina says.

She wants to hug him, to feel the force of having someone’s arms around her, but she can’t – so she slips out of the room and makes her way to the triage area outside, where she is greeted by Owen.

“Nicola Penn, thirty-two years old. Thirty-six weeks’ pregnant, complaining of stomach cramps,” he says.

Carina frowns. “And you didn’t bring her inside?”

Owen nods towards the hospital’s parking lot. “She won’t get out the car. This is baby number four and she’s pretty sure it’s Braxton Hicks, but it’s baby number one for her wife and she insisted they come in to get her checked out.”

Carina smiles. Chilled mamas-to-be with fussy partners are usually fun (barring any complications). “Okay, thanks.” She looks over her shoulder and spots Taryn. “Helm, can you grab me a wheelchair please?”

It is easy to spot her patient – or, rather, her patient’s wife, who is hopping up and down impatiently for Carina to arrive. She manages to persuade the mama to come inside for a quick check up and, once she is settled on a bed, agrees that they are Braxton Hicks contractions.

“Nothing to worry about,” Carina tells them. “I recommend you go home and try to relax, take a bath. If it’s uncomfortable to sit for too long, try walking around a little bit. They’ll probably ease off after a few hours.”

“Are you sure?” the patient’s wife asks.

“Chloe, honey, Doctor Deluca knows what she’s talking about,” Nicola says gently, shooting Carina an apologetic look at the same time.

Carina gives her a little nod, standing back and watching as Chloe helps Nicola off the bed and back into the wheelchair. She watches the tenderness with which the wives treat each other and she can’t help but think of Maya again.

“Helm, will you take Nicola back to her car, please?”

“Of course, Doctor Deluca,” Taryn says obediently.

Carina reaches for her cell phone as she steps away from them, bringing up Maya’s name and hitting the call button. She doesn’t care that she’s walking through the hospital, the need to see her girlfriend too strong.

“Hey. You beat me to it!” she says.

Carina can see her sat at her desk. “I was feeling impatient,” she admits.

Maya’s eyebrows shoot upwards. “Oh yeah?” She stands and walks over to the captain’s bunk, placing the iPad on the desk. “Impatient for what?”

Carina is glad that her smirk is hidden by her mask. “To see your face.”

“Just my face?” Maya teases. She pulls open the buttons of her shirt to her naval, exposing her toned abs and the lacy red bra she has purposely worn today knowing they would be video calling each other at some point. “And what if I did that?” she says, laughing.

Carina takes off her goggles to shamelessly get a better look. “You are a very mean fire captain, you know that, right?”

“I mean, you could come in and visit me at work,” Maya points out.

“It’s not safe,” Carina reminds her. “Think about all the people we’re both interacting with.”

“Okay, well, this is torture,” Maya says, her sexual frustration spilling out into grumpiness. “It’s been three weeks now!”

“I know, but if my boss is not seeing her husband, I’m not gonna see my girlfriend,” Carina says.

“What about just a super short little visit?” Maya says. “No kissing on the mouth.”

“Not safe and, I suspect, imposible.” There is no way she would be able to keep her hands off Maya if they were in the privacy of her office.

Maya opens up her shirt wider. “I mean, aren’t you just a little curious?” Before Carina can respond, there is a knock on Maya’s office door. “Crap! I have to go do my job now. My other job,” she says, annoyed but laughing too.

“Okay,” Carina says, grinning despite being disappointed that their call is over so quickly. “It is a little wrong how happy you make me when I'm at work, in a hospital, in the middle of a pandemic.”

“You're welcome,” Maya says gleefully, before ending the call.

Carina shoves her phone back in her pocket, trying to hide the wide smile she wears under her PPE. She doesn’t get very far towards her office when another page comes in, causing her to turn on her heel and head back to the triage area outside. She treats a mama-to-be with Covid who is panicking about what will happen to her baby after reading too many unsubstantiated reports on the internet. It takes her half an hour to calm her down, more worried about her high blood pressure than her Covid diagnosis.

Her morning is brightened by another message from Maya, this time in a sleeveless top and baseball cap, sat on an exercise bike in the station’s gym – accompanied by another message grumbling about her sexual frustrations that Carina isn’t there to satisfy. She can’t deny that there isn’t a big part of her that wishes she was, she misses Maya more than she thought she would – not just the sexy times, but the small moments too, when it is just the two of them, alone in her house or Maya’s apartment. Although she has been practising Maya’s trick of closing her eyes and imagining her physical presence, sometimes it is just not enough.

Andrew joins her for lunch and they enjoy each other’s company for nearly twenty minutes before he is called away to another emergency. Carina uses the time alone to catch up on some paperwork, until she is called away to the pit. Her patient is already in a trauma room, where Andrew waits for her. A nurse squeezes a dollop of gel onto the young woman’s belly.

“What do we have?” she asks as she steps into the room.

“Heather Noakes, nineteen years old, twenty-eight weeks’ pregnant. She’s been spotting for the last couple of weeks, on and off, but this morning it was worse.”

Carina greets her patient. “Hello Heather, I’m Doctor Deluca…”

“Wait, isn’t he Doctor Deluca?” Heather says, confused.

“Yes, he’s my little brother,” Carina says, shooting Andrew a smile.

“Not so little,” Andrew objects.

Heather smiles, despite her obvious nerves. “Is my baby okay?”

“Let’s have a look,” Carina says calmly, nodding at Andrew to carry out the scan.

Andrew moves the doppler, spreading the gel over the patient’s bump, and Carina watches the screen as the image appears. A small frown crinkles her forehead that Andrew catches. Her studies the screen himself.

“Placenta previa?”

“Si,” Carina says with a nod.

“Placenta what?” Heather asks. “What does that mean?”

“Placenta previa,” Carina repeats. “It means that your placenta is covering the opening of your uterus, when it shouldn’t be. It’s what is causing the bleeding.”

“Is it hurting my baby?” Heather asks.

“It can cause complications,” Carina says. “It didn’t get picked up on your last scan?”

Heather blushes, her cheeks turning a light pink. “I… uh, didn’t go to my last scan. Covid, you know? My neighbour went into hospital and caught it while he was there. I didn’t want that to happen to me, I didn’t want to do anything that might hurt my baby.”

She is not the first person to have done so, and Carina knows she won’t be the last.

“Have you felt any contractions or tightening around your belly?”

“Um, some, last night,” Heather admits.

That worries her, but she hides it. “Okay. I’d like to do a different kind of ultrasound, where we check you inside, and then I’d like to admit you so that we can monitor you.”

“What? Why?” Heather asks, shuffling up the bed and looking like she is going to try and swing her legs off the bed, clearly agitated by the idea.

“Because we need to make sure that you and your baby are okay, and that the little bambina stays where she is,” Carina says. “With placenta previa, there is a risk of early labour and we don’t want that.”

Heather looks terrified and Carina places a hand on her arm, placating her. “It’ll be okay, we’ve got you now,” she assures her. “Are you here by yourself?”

“The baby’s dad didn’t want to know. My mom’s outside, her name’s Barbara. She’s wearing a green jacket,” Heather says. “Can she come with me?”

“No, Heather, I’m sorry, she can’t,” Carina says, feeling guilty. “I’m going to go and see her, and let her know what’s going on. The other Doctor Deluca will take you upstairs to the OB ward and I’ll meet you there, okay?”

The small team of nurses start to roll the bed out into the pit and towards the elevators.

“You’re really good with her,” Andrew says, his eyes shining with pride from behind his face shield.

Carina returns his smile, touched by her brother’s words. They both step out of the room and Carina walks in the opposite direction to her patient, heading towards the triage point outside. She is almost at the door when she suddenly hears her name being called.

“Carina!” Andrew yells. “We need you!”

Carina turns to see them rushing Heather back into the trauma room. Her body is slumped and dark red blood stains the sheet that covers her.

Carina’s chest tightens.

Not another one. Not again.

“She’s haemorrhaging,” Andrew says as she walks into the room.

Realising quickly that she needs to stop the bleeding, and without any time to spare, Carina grabs a scalpel and opens up Heather’s bump, barking orders at the team. They jump to her commands, except it is no good. The baby is delivered three months’ early and Nurse Bokhee holds her for the seven minutes she breathes, while Carina and Andrew work together to try and save their patient.

They fail.

Another life lost.

“Time of death, fifteen forty-nine,” Andrew says glumly.

Carina feels the anger rising up inside of her and lets out a low growl.

“Carina?” Andrew asks.

She shakes her head. “I… I can’t do this,” is all Carina says before she rushes out the room. She ignores everyone around her as she heads out the nearest door, escaping into the fresh air just as Helm is moving a patient inside. She rips her mask from her face and cries out, as if vocalising her feelings will help expel them from her body.

It doesn’t work.

She sees Warren walk up to her.

“I lost another mom,” she says before he has chance to ask her if she is okay. “That's three in the past month. That's three more than I've ever lost in my entire career until this year.” She barely takes a breath as she rants. “Porca miseria. I got into O.B. to bring new life into this world, not to call time of death on mothers, and babies.”

She sighs, heavy with grief, and paces up and down, trying to calm herself. Ben watches her and she realises the poor guy didn’t ask to be a sounding board for her frustrations.

“I'm sorry,” she says woefully.

“No, it's okay,” Ben says sympathetically.

Except they both know that’s not true.

“No,” Carina says. “It's not okay.” Her voice trembles. “It's just… it's not. She was nineteen. She had placenta previa. She was skipping her hospital check-ups because she was afraid.” It is a common theme for her right now. “So she got here too late, and her mom…” She has to take a deep breath. “Because of Covid protocols, her mom couldn't come in with her, so… she died alone.”

Her voice breaks.

“And her baby died alone,” she says through her tears. “And now I have to go and tell her parents. And after that, I'm gonna be alone.”

Carina has been alone for most of her life and that isn’t the problem. The problem is that, this time, she feels lonely, and she doesn’t know what to do with that feeling. It is not something she used to feel, until Maya took up space in her life.

“Oh, I hate this. I hate this disease. I hate this year. I ha- I hate being alone. I...”

It is at that point that Ben interrupts her. “Wait, wait... why can't you and Maya be together?” he asks, as if it is a simple solution.

“Because you and Chief Bailey, you quarantine apart. I don't… -

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ben says, taken aback by the admission. “You're staying apart because Miranda and I are staying apart?”

Carina nods. “Yeah.”

“Oh, Carina,” Ben says gently. “Look, if it were only up to me, my wife and I would be braving this thing together, 'cause I miss her so bad my body aches.” He looks away wistfully and it is easy to believe how much he loves and misses his wife. “I mean, literally. My chest gets tight and my breathing gets heavy.”

She knows that feeling.

“And then I think I got Covid 19! But, you know, hey, if I get sick, I can go to the hospital and see my wife. But you and Bishop, you don't have kids. Or a heart condition, or OCD,” Ben points out. “You should be together. I mean, God knows it's a messed-up time in all of our lives, but what the hell is the point of finding your person if you don't get to weather the storms together?”

He is right. Andrew is right. And she is an idiot for fighting it for so long.

To Ben, she simply nods.

“Go get your girl,” Ben encourages her, before rolling the empty gurney back towards the Aid Car.

“Thank you,” Carina says, then heads back into the hospital where Andrew is waiting for her.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I need to tell Heather’s mom what’s happened,” Carina says, her body full of dread about having to have another heartbreaking conversation.

“I can do that,” Andrew offers, but Carina shakes her head.

“I don’t need you to do it for me,” Carina says.

“Carina,” Andrew scolds her, “I’m offering. And you need to learn to accept my help.”

He’s not so little after all, she realises, and she concedes with a nod of her head.

“I need to go, will you cover for me?”

“Of course,” Andrew says. “Where are you going?”

“To the fire station.”

Andrew looks puzzled for a moment, until he realises what she means. His face widens into a smile. “You’re finally going to stop being an idiot and move in with Maya,” he guesses.

Carina reaches out and grabs his arm, squeezing it tightly before heading back to her office. She shreds herself of her scrubs and pulls on her clothes, then grabs her bag and heads out to her car. She only stops to pick up a couple of Covid tests on her way.

It is a short drive to the station and she hopes that Maya will be there, and not out on a call, when she arrives. She pulls into an empty space and takes a deep breath. The sadness she has been feeling is buried underneath the excitement she feels at seeing Maya, of taking the step they should have taken at the start of this thing. Once she is in control of her emotions, she steps out of the car and heads inside.

She slips in through the front door, ignoring whatever it is that has got everyone’s attention, and follows Maya into her office. She is engrossed in a phone call and doesn’t notice her at first, until she pushes the door closed. The click of the lock grabs her attention and she turns, a look of surprise crossing her face when she sees Carina standing there.

“Bye,” she says to whoever is on the other end of the call, hanging up and placing her phone on the table, then grabbing a mask to place over her mouth and nose.

“Are you real- really here or am I just really tired?” she asks.

Underneath her mask, Carina smiles. “Uh, both I’m guessing.”

Maya is still dumbfounded by her presence. “What?”

“I missed you,” Carina says. “And I brought you something.”

Maya takes a few steps backwards, holding out a hand, a barrier between them. “Okay, I’m walking away from you now before I start breaking all the rules.”

“Good,” Carina says, a teasing lilt to her voice. To hell with the rules right now. She has been adamant about following them and for what? All it has done is bring her more pain, by denying her the chance to be with the woman she loves.

Maya stares at her for a moment and Carina can see she has something on her mind. She watches as Maya removes the mask from her face, her heart pummelling her chest as she sees Maya’s face for the first time in weeks without a mask or screen between them. It takes every ounce of self-restraint not to charge across the office and kiss her.

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Carina asks incredulously, taking off her own mask. Did Maya really just beat her to it?

“Quarantining is basically just moving in together, but I don’t want to just basically do anything with you,” Maya says. “I want to do everything – for real. And I know that…” She stumbles a little, as she brings up a painful memory. “…that we have barely spent three days together since I broke your trust. But I’m hoping that me asking you to move in with me is a sign that I am all the way in.”

Carina studies her for a moment. The heartbreak from Maya’s betrayal is starting to feel like a distant memory, and she doesn’t know if it’s because of the pandemic or the family losses she has suffered or the tragedies she has seen – or maybe it is all of it – but she knows that, whatever their past is, she wants and needs her present and future to be with the woman she loves.

“Actually, um – I came here to ask you the exact same thing.” Maya’s eyebrows lift with surprise, as Carina brings her hands out from behind her back to show her the Covid tests she has been holding this whole time. “I’ll do yours if you do mine.”

“How do you make even nasal swabbing sound sexy?” Maya says, her face a picture of wonder and delight.

Carina laughs, the first joyous laugh that she has experienced in weeks.

“God, I want to kiss you right now.” The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them.

Maya smirks as she lifts her foot to step forward, but Carina shakes her head. “We should test first. Just in case.”

“I tested this morning,” Maya says.

Carina narrows her eyes. “I tested this morning too.”

A smile spreads across her face as she tosses the two Covid tests to one side. Her heart thumps in her chest as Maya walks across the room towards her. She feels like she is watching her in slow motion – and then Maya is in front of her, her hands slipping around her waist and tugging her hips closer, leaving no space between their bodies. Her breath catches in her throat as Maya looks up at her, her blue eyes bright and wanting, her breath hot on her neck. She takes her time, teasing her a little, when all Carina wants is her lips on hers.

“What is it you always say to me?” Maya murmurs.

“Baciami,” Carina says softly.

She watches as Maya runs her tongue along her bottom lip.

“Baciami,” Maya repeats.

Carina dips her head and catches Maya’s top lip between hers. The kiss is light and tentative at first, but Carina quickly deepens it, one hand resting on Maya’s back while the other gets caught in her hair. Maya welcomes the kiss, opening her mouth and letting Carina’s tongue slide against hers. She tastes of coffee and chocolate, and it is new and familiar all at the same time.

Carina moans into the kiss, heat coursing through her, and she takes a small step forwards, shuffling Maya backwards, until she hits the desk. She is so caught up in the moment that she doesn’t care that the rest of nineteen are hanging out by the front desk, all she can think of is Maya and how good it feels to be in her arms, to be kissing her. It has only been three weeks but, oh, it has been a horrible three weeks and Carina feels all the tension in her body fall away as Maya sucks and nips at her bottom lip.

Carina lifts her hands to cup Maya’s face, pulling her lips away for a moment so that she can look at her. Her hair has grown quickly and sits in a cute bob, her blue eyes flare with desire, and her lips invite her in for another kiss.

“I really have missed you,” Carina says, her voice breaking a little.

Maya hears the emotion in her voice and her brow furrows with concern. “Bad day?”

Carina gives her a small nod. “But it’s better now. With you.”

Maya lifts one hand and tucks Carina’s hair behind her ears, stroking her soft skin as she runs her finger along her jawline and hooks it under her chin. She leans in and kisses her softly, the most tender touch that Carina has felt in weeks, and a warmth spreads through her chest. She drops her hands to Maya’s hips and curls them around the top of her thighs, lifting her up so that she perches on the desk. She pulls her knees apart and steps between them, pushing her body up against her and drawing her in to another kiss.

Maya hooks her ankles around the back of Carina’s legs and drags her hips closer. Carina’s hands tug at her shirt, searching for skin, battling with her as Maya tries to push her jacket off her shoulders. Carina claims dominance as she tears her lips away from Maya’s – ignoring her grumbles – and trails them down her neck, knowing that finding that sweet spot just below her ear will cause her to surrender. Maya sighs happily, her grasp on Carina’s jacket loosening.

Carina is just about win the fight against the buttons of Maya’s shirt when there is a knock on the door.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Maya mumbles.

Carina turns her head and Maya peeks out from behind her as the door opens and Travis’s face appears.

“Oh shit, sorry Cap,” he says, blushing as he shoots them an apologetic look. “Animal control are about to leave.”

With a heavy sigh, Maya extracts herself from Carina’s arms and drops her feet to the floor. “Give me five minutes,” she says to her girlfriend, “ I just need to make sure everything is sorted with the tiger.”

Carina’s face clouds with confusion. “The what?”

Maya’s lips curl into a smile as she tucks her shirt back into her pants. “You didn’t notice the big cat in the barn as you walked in?”

Carina shrugs. She’d only had eyes for Maya once she arrived at the station. Securing the last button, Maya walks across the office and pauses at the door, looking back over her shoulder.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she says, as if she is scared that she’ll come back and find out that she really is dreaming.

Carina smiles. It’s a promise that is easy to make.

“I won’t.”

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