#working in pharmacy core

[raghadayyad]

To everyone who sees this Palestine Miku 🇵🇸

I hope this work gets your attention 💜

I am Raghad, a 20 year old pharmacy student, trying to achieve my dream and continue my education 🥺🤍💜

Less than $720 left to reach my first goal of $1000 ‼🚨❤

For 11 months, we have been suffering. For 11 months, our education has stopped.❌⛔

Are you going to wait until we die?

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[honeydazai]

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ taking care of you when you're sick

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

warnings: none!

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The moment you fall sick, DAZAI gets all the more annoying, obnoxious to the core as he whines about how unfair it is that you're sick and he's not — translating to “that you don't have to go to work and he does”. He might just use your sickness as an excuse to stay at home himself; after all, when you're in this critical of a condition, he has to be by your side at all times, right? Just in case of an emergency. Surely Kunikida and the President agree.

Taking care of others or even of himself isn't what he's particularly good at, though he will pretend to be absolutely certain about cuddling being a certain cure for any illness. If you threaten to give him the cold shoulder otherwise, he'll also go to the pharmacy and buy you medication, though he will either complain about it, or he'll play it up to be his God-given mission to save his stunning girlfriend's life.

“Hm? What do you mean, bella? Of course I've got the President's 'okay' for staying at home. Taking care of you is most important, after all, don't you agree? .. Don't be mean, I am taking care of you. I made you tea just now, didn't I?"

CHŪYA really doesn't like it whenever you're sick. While he's faced a handful of way more threatening situations before, he can't help but worry when you whine about your head hurting and your throat aching, about your stomach acting up or your vision blurring. It's not his fault that you're on his mind all day — he just wants you to be well. Is that too much to ask for?

Naturally, that translates to him being awfully good when it comes to him nursing you back to health. He wouldn't describe himself as a natural caretaker, but he is, in a way; he's protective and caring by nature, and he makes sure you're relatively well before he leaves for work every day. You don't just get the best medication on the market, but also energising meals made by him with the help of authentic recipes from elderly women he found online. To not fully lose his image, he half-heartedly complains occasionally, though his words are immediately redeemed by his beaming smile when he notices you're faring better.

“Jeez, that's one annoying cold you've got. It's been, what, like two weeks now and it's still not gone. Whatever. I've found this new soup recipe, though. It looks promising enough, doesn't it? I'll try to make it for dinner.”

RANPO admittedly is rather bad at taking care of you. To be blunt, he much prefers it when you coddle and spoil him, not the other way around, though he tries in his own ways — which mostly include sharing his snacks with you and being near you despite the risk of getting infected himself.

Unfortunately, you're not spared from his usual honesty; when you look downright awful, dark circles underneath your eyes, he will tell you just that. If you flake out on any dates the two of you had planned previously, he will whine, but at least he won't hold a grudge. While he's not particularly committed to being a caretaker, he at least stays by your side and brings you medicine and painkillers.

“You should eat more, y'know. Yes, I know you're nauseous. You've said so about twenty times already. You won't feel any better until you eat and drink enough, though. That's common sense.”

Naturally, FYODOR is more than simply good at taking care of you whenever you fall ill. With his age, it's no wonder that he has quite some experience and knows of many ways to heal you, though some of them might include disgusting homebrewed potions. You're best of just not asking what they're made of if you want to have any chance in downing them.

Unfortunately, his approach to helping you regain your health is more clinical than loving. He takes wonderful care of you, but he's not the type to cuddle with you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you're sneezing and coughing. If you ask sweetly enough, however, he might just read you a bedtime story or two.

“What is it, dear? I was just going to get you a new glass of water. .. Ah, I see. Do you really want me to stay that badly? Alright, then. Though me remaining by your side won't give you an excuse to skip taking your medication.”

It's no surprise whatsoever that NIKOLAI is not the most caring guy, simply put, and he might just tease you about being sick throughout the whole ordeal. He can't help it; you glaring at him, exhausted and sneezing, makes him giggle. Still, he's not all bad — he revels all the more in your surprised expression when he presents you with homemade soup, a family recipe, or so he tells you, and he smiles, content, when you admit that it tastes rather lovely.

With his ability, it's easy for him to get whatever you might need, whether that's food or a cup of tea or a bucket to throw up in, from the kitchen without moving from your bedside, so be prepared to spend quite a lot of time with him in the next few days — or weeks. Though, luckily, he's there to entertain you, not the other way around; when you say you want to curl up and just sleep the sickness off, he'll just keep watch next to you, silent and calm. After all, he does want you to feel better.

“Hmm, what did you say? You like my cooking? I'm honoured, doll! You're too kind! How about a quiz about what I put in there — poison, carrots, red beet, or all three? Ah, not feeling up for it, are you? What a shame. It's all three, if you're curious. I'm just kidding, of course. Don't you worry your pretty little head.”

SIGMA is the best choice for who to go to when ill. Not only is he kind and caring, he's also responsible and organised and, if you follow every step he tells you — eat his home-cooked soup, drink this medicine, sleep for as much as possible, take hot or cold compresses, inhale water with herbal essences —, you'll be at full health again in no time.

Even though he unfortunately can't stay at home all day to be by your side — duties at the casino call, even though he'd much rather not go —, he tries to spend as much time as possible with you, telling you about what has happened that day and how much he looked forward to being home with you again while your eyes flutter closed. When you've almost fallen asleep, his lips gently press against your forehead, even if that means he risks getting sick himself.

“Are you feeling better yet? No? Well, that's to be expected. It's only been a day, after all. I've brought you some more medicine, as well as some soup. Here, give it a taste, will you?”

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[acapelladitty]

ok but,,,, Mr "the" ghoul subbing for his so/ for the first time and he's all unsure and tryna be cocky but he's actually a big softie who loves being taken care of and told what to do 💥

light me up and breathe in

Pairing: Cooper Howard/F!Reader

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Summary - After some convincing, Cooper agrees to let you give him a chest massage.

(tw: heavy petting, teasing, cockwarming, threats of violence, cannibalism mention, dirty talk)

Convincing Cooper to let you take care of him was a task better suited for the great thinkers of the world, people who had the patience and the fortitude to deal with his stubborn bullshit as he dodged your every attempt. However, time was always on your side and you weren't convinced if it was the appeal of a massage or the promise that you would stop asking if he relented, but he had eventually given in.

His upper clothing had been shed quickly enough, exposing his bare torso to your greedy eyes. A shapely sight, his body wasn't overly muscular, but clearly held a core strength as it formed a solid expanse - the skin scarred and textured across every visible inch.

Reclined on his chair, his eyes were wary but heated as he watched you clamber onto his lap with a childish eagerness.

"That desperate, huh?"

"Shut up."

Rolling your hands along his chest, the rough texture of his skin left a pleasant tingle in your fingers as you follow the natural contours of his body. Patchy and pitted beyond reason, you map out the ridges with a faint smile and your fascination with his skin didn't go unnoticed.

"You staring at me like that makes me wonder if you're thinking 'bout taking a bite?" Cooper's low voice, dulled by his forced nonchalance, filled the air between you and you refuse to look up and meet his eye as you answer.

"Maybe." You tease, trailing a finger along the column of his neck. "It's about time you had something to worry about so maybe I'll cannibalise some part of you to shut you up for a while."

"If you're gonna wrap those pretty lips around a part of me then I've got some ideas, darlin'."

Gaze flitting across his body as you ignore his suggestion, you settle on his nipples and admire the deep red colour which stands free of his chest. You can imagine him in a better time, picture how dense the chest hair which would have coated him would feel below your fingers. How fun it would be to run your digits across the thick mat and pull at it teasingly, forcing him to shift up and meet your lips with a single tug.

But no.

Hairless.

It really was a cruel world.

Still, there was more than one way to get a reaction and you clamp your thumbs and forefingers around his nipples as you pinch the nubs with malicious intent.

"Maybe I'll focus on these. They're very sensitive."

A strangled gasp escapes him but he covers it quickly by curving his thick hands around the swell of your ass.

"True that, sweetie, but if you tear 'em off I'll be taking yours to replace them. With my teeth, mind."

Pulling at the nubs even more roughly, the discomfort forces a warning rumble from his throat as he arches his back against the chair.

"Not how this works, Coop. You have to say please if you want me to stop."

Scowling, he relents regardless, having alresdy agreed to the terms of the game. "Please."

"That's better, handsome."

Hands feeling dry, you get a move on with your agreement and add a healthy dollop of the unscented lotion which you had stumbled on in an abandoned pharmacy. Its discovery had prompted this little game and you can't hold back your grin as you spread it across his skin - sinking into the intimate contact with a soft sigh.

Tense as hell, Cooper is every inch a coiled serpent ready to strike out. He's subtle with it though; matching your wry comments with his own and visibly attempting to force himself to relax into the earnest touch. For a creature who was wrapped around you like a glove when you fucked, this type of intimate engagement appeared to give him more anxiety than staring death down the barrel of a gun.

"Relax." You soothe, hands running across his collarbone to wrap around his shoulders.

"I am relaxed." He lied.

"Liar." You call him out with a teasing smile. "But if a little massage is so scary for the big, bad bounty hunter then let me make you a bit more comfortable."

Dropping your slickened hand to his groin, you cup his hardened cock through the fabric, wasting no time in opening his fly and releasing him; allowing the girthy length to jut free in the cool air.

"Wow, Mr. Howard," you tease, gripping your hand around his length and stroking along it with a firm grip, "this looks painful. What are we going to do about it?"

"Cruel to play with a man's bone and not give him somewhere to bury it." Cooper rumbled, his hips bucking into your hand as you tighten your fingers around the base of a cock, denying him any further stimulation until he settles. "Might drive a man to do something dangerous, sweetie."

"Oh well in that case." Raising yourself off his lap by planting your feet on the floor, you slip further towards his body and line up his blunted cockhead with your hole - arousal making your lips feels swollen and sensitive as you run his cock along your slickened folds. "Would be a shame to waste it then."

Sinking down on his cock, you drop your head to his neck to hide the discomforting gasp as the familiar stretch of him makes your walls burn with the sudden intrusion. The texture of his cock adds an intensity that makes your legs tremble as it rubs along those sweet spots which make stars fly behind your eyes.

You adjust your hips until you're able to sit flush against his groin, the angle a little awkward but fucking delicious as every slight jostle sparks fresh pleasure. His eyes pin you with a greater ferocity than his cock as his head tilts up to keep line with your gaze.

"Tight as a drum." Cooper growls, the feel of you wrapped around him making his hips move of their own accord as he fucks himself deeper; each small rut leaving your cunt wanting more.

But no.

That wasn't the game.

Slapping a hand to his exposed chest, the skin there still moist from the lotion - you cupped your other hand around the back of his neck and scowl at him with a playful anger.

"Hey! Did I tell you to fuck me?"

Stilling his hips, Cooper curled his lips into a smirk.

"That you did not, darlin'."

"Then stop moving and let me have my fun. You focus on keeping that big ol' gun of yours holstered somewhere I know it likes, and I'll focus on what I want to do."

"You drive a hard bargain, missy." He replies, amusement playing across his harsh features. "But a deal's a deal and, hell, I'm sure there's gonna be a reward of some kind for such agreeable behaviours."

"Keep dreaming, handsome. I'm letting you warm your cock in me. Isn't that enough?"

"From you?" Flashing his teeth with an almost feral grin, Cooper's arm snapped around your waist to pull you flush to his chest as his rough lips brushed your ear. "Never."

Squeezing your cunt around him, the action netting you a muted groan, you push him away and roll your hips as your hands return to his chest.

"Nice try, buddy. But no amount of, admittedly, great cock is going to stop me from rubbing every inch of you."

"Stubborn bitch."

Cooper mutters the words without heat, his hands returning to their original position around your ass as you edge yourself on his cock; determined to explore every inch of him before allowing him to get his rocks off.

"Yours."

[mistydeyes]

a panacea

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pan·a·ce·a noun

a solution or remedy for all difficulties or diseases.

summary: In pharmacy school, patient interaction was a core part of the curriculum. You tirelessly remember long, coffee-fueled nights going over your notes for each Professional Practice Skills class. The 141 boys make sure you can exercise these communication skills daily.

141's medical file reference

pairing: Task Force 141 x pharmacist!Reader

warnings: medical/pharmacy terminology, medical inaccuracies, swearing, depiction of wounds and needles, fluff, flirting, and mutual crushes

a/n: i'm an american pharmacy student so sorry for some inaccuracies about how pharmacy across the pond

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As you walked into the pharmacy and began your shift, you paged through a few recent scripts and checked in with your technicians. Your graduation from university, years of clinical experience, and now your more recent military training seemed like a distant memory. You would constantly see a variety of service men and women every day without much thought. Yes, there were some repeat individuals but overall everything seemed to blend. 

Despite this, you still attempted to form a meaningful interaction with each patient regardless of what they’d be picking up. Doctors were constantly bothersome with questions about the recommended treatment and asking for a drug not listed on the formulary. Patients were different though, you would always try to have a friendly conversation and wonder what missions they would be deployed on once they left the queue. As you prepared to work through today’s prescriptions and tackle a new medication supply, you reminded yourself that today was filled with a new set of faces to meet.

price

The members of 141 were all too familiar with a distant employment in a foreign country. It was part of the job description, something you do without question. However, some countries had the luxury of also having medication to take for the duration of the trip. Malaria is no joke and you always had to ensure you ordered an abundant supply of antimalarials for the soldiers constantly going around the world.

Today was no exception, your new order had literally been flying off the shelves. It was the post-breakfast rush and you had a few boxes left of atovaquone/proguanil (Malarone). Although the frequency of taking these was a pain, you loved the easy verification and packaging of the box.

As you continued to provide the queue with their prescriptions, a familiar face and hat made its way to the front.

"Ah Captain Price, back again?" you grinned as he approached the counter.

"Back too soon," the man chuckled, the deep baritone of his laugh bouncing across the walls. "I believe I have a couple of things to pick up from you, love."

With that, you pulled his file up and confirmed his array of medications. Generally, nothing out of the ordinary you noted and acknowledged the new addition of Malarone.

"Yes just give me a moment," you replied as you went to grab his bag.

As the bottles rattled around in the bag, you took a peek and counted the correct number of bottles/boxes, and verified their appearance.

"Now are you going for leisure or work? I saw the newest order for an antimalarial." Secretly you knew the answer but there was always the possibility that the Captain was going on leave.

He let out another small chuckle, "I think you know the answer to that one, doll. Duty calls."

You smiled back, the small inclusion of pet names brightening your day. "Alright then, and I'm assuming you know the regimen. This isn't your first rodeo."

"Yeah, take one for the next day, every day there, and for the week when I get back." You hummed in agreement with his response and he gave you a quick thanks before turning to go.

"Oh but while you're here, any interest in some smoking cessation recommendations!" Like before, you knew the answer. This man was loyal to his country and even more loyal to his cigars. The air filled with the fragrance of musk and cigar smoke whenever he came in definitely made an impression on you.

With this last comment, he let out a final, breathy laugh before responding, "You are many things, Captain, but that's a fucking miracle I don't believe you can pull off."

soap

Infections were no surprise to you. Especially working in the military, there was plenty of incidence for it. Most of the time and even after the doctor patched them up and directed them on proper care, there would still be a select few that would return with an infection.

The rest of the morning was quiet, you were able to catch up on some documentation and had time to pop into the medical wing to provide your pharmacist expertise. That's why when everyone's favorite Scot came by to pick up his antibiotic you didn't mind the company.

"Hi gorgeous, I'm here because of some doc's slipshod job stitching me up." He beamed as he raised his forearm to reveal new stitches and a clearly red, inflamed area. You quickly pulled up his file and your suspicions of an infection were confirmed.

"Sure, MacTavish. I completely believe that the medic specifically botched yours out of the whole team," you sarcastically replied. You served multiple tours with the "guilty" medic and knew they were of equal expertise to you. There was a reason they were performing surgeries while you provided insight and the medication. "I also trust you managed to keep the wound clean and didn't do anything stupid like, I don't know, training instead of resting," you finished as you raised an eyebrow.

He looked like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Ah good one, Doc, I guess nothing is getting past you."

"Mhmm, I'll make you think twice about negatively referring to my colleagues. And again, you know I'm not a doctor. If I were, you know I wouldn't be so willing to stitch you up and send you on your way" you jokingly threatened. He shuddered slightly, he wouldn't want to imagine a world where you were his medic on the battlefield. But then again, his constant injuries would mean frequent visits.

"But I would get to see that gorgeous face of yours more," he joked and you could feel your face flush. His flirty antics and your eye rolls were a staple of this relationship.

"Do you talk to everyone this way?" you countered, "I bet your superiors love the constant flow of compliments and just blush at your tone."

"Oh yes, they do. My Lieutenant turns into a giggling mess underneath his mask. Do you know he's bloody handsome under that? You should try flooding him with pet names and admiration to see for yourself." He responded, a clear sarcasm in his voice evident even with his familiar accent.

"Will do, MacTavish. Now will you let me get your medication so I can return you to your loverboy?"

"Of course, Captain" he saluted exaggeratedly as you walked to the rows of shelves.

You opened the bag and then placed the verified medication into his hand. "You know the routine and for the love of God, please finish the amount in here. I don't want to be seeing another order for Augmentin from you any time soon!"

"Yes, love, but nothing can stop this machine from gathering more illnesses and wounds requiring your expert care." You rolled your eyes as he explained and gave a cocky gesture showcasing his chiseled injured body.

"Don't mess with me, you know I can easily sneak my way into the med ward and make sure you go nighty-night." You were bluffing, the Hippocratic oath painfully engraved in your mind. But it didn't hurt to joke back.

"Oh I'll be sure to watch out for you, scary legal drug dealer." With this last jab, he walked out and left you chuckling to yourself at his antics.

gaz

The flowers and trees were in full bloom around the base. It reminded you of the days studying outside and crying over learning your Year 2 immunology coursework. However, just like immunology, pollen just made your job more difficult. It seemed like the scripts for nasal sprays and allergy medication were endless. Day after day you would go to work with your technician as you helped their workload by filling the myriad of prescriptions.

Following the quiet lunch hour, the pharmacy quickly became flooded with people. As a younger soldier presented to your counter, you could immediately guess what they were here for.

Although he was not one of your repeat offenders, his watery eyes and the constant flow of sniffles made it clear that he was another victim of the unrelenting pollen.

“Garrick, Kyle,” he said and you couldn’t help but feel bad for him as he stood there a sniffling mess. You typed his name in and checked his credentials as he turned to sneeze.

“Ah yes, you have a nasal spray and another prescription here. Just give me a moment.” You walked away from the counter as you heard him chuckle and call out, “You wouldn’t happen to have a panacea back there would you?”

“Unfortunately I do not,” you said and frowned upon your return, “But just take these once a day with water and use the nasal spray as needed. One puff in each nose should do the trick and don’t forget to shake it!” You explained. Holding the small container of pills you noted, "Plus this is Piriteze, so you won't feel tired after taking but I usually recommend taking a half hour before you know you're going outside or having any interaction with pollen."

He nodded in agreement and took out a tissue to blow his nose for the hundredth time today. This action didn't relieve his congestion. Allergies were really the bane of everyone's existence and you felt for him as he let out a couple of sneezes and apologized.

As he took the bag you gently said, “Sometimes something spicy really clears everything out. Spice has the benefit of being both delicious and working as a decongestant. You’ll definitely need some tissues but it’s worth it in my opinion.” With that, you offered a wink and sent him on his way.

"You're truly an angel. I'll be sure to update you, love," he beamed at you with a dashing smile. You would be flattered if it had not been for his subsequent barrage of sneezes.

A few days later, a pleased Gaz returned to you and explained your life hack had worked. One half bottle of hot sauce later and he had been congestion free. Brushing your astonishment at his spice tolerance aside, you explained that it had been just the medicine. However, Gaz would soon be giving everyone an earful of your non-conventional methods. Although his mates constantly joked about the image of him drowning in snot (a picture gracefully captured by Soap), he was thankful for you, the pretty pharmacist, and the help.

ghost

You could feel the headache forming from the fluorescent lights and the busy day you were currently having. This morning new missions called for you to enforce the regimen of taking antimalarials and in the afternoon, returning soldiers required pain medication and antibiotics (although you were thankful these were tablets and not through IVs). However, this was no challenge to you and you were further encouraged by the recent positive interactions you’d been having.

Just as you stepped away for a water break, your desktop notified you of a patient awaiting their prescription. You sighed and walked over to see the patient file as well as what medication they’d be receiving today.

You read the name carefully and slowly, partially because of your tiredness as well as your irrational fear of giving the patient the wrong medication.

“Riley, Simon” you mumbled and kept repeating the name as you walked amongst the rows of bags to retrieve the medication.

Just some routine painkillers. You examined the container to verify the oval, white pills of paracetamol.

As you notified the waiting soldier, your computer showed a reminder that they were due for a flu shot. You smiled, immunizations were often done routinely through a clinic but sometimes, you would get a break from your day and be able to administer one.

You acknowledged the reminder just as the soldier walked up. Tall, brooding, and donning a unique balaclava, you presumed this was Simon Riley. Your earlier conversation with Soap made you realize that this was the man who put up with all of his antics. You wondered if the paracetamol was for an injury or his raging headache from his Sergeant.

Recognizing his rank, you greeted him warmly and went to verify his patient credentials. He was a quiet man, only replying to your necessary prompts. This further added evidence that the medication was because of Soap, the chatterbox that he is. As you handed over his prescription, you let him know the bad news.

“Unfortunately, you are due for a flu shot but I can have you out of here in less than 15 minutes if you’d like?” you smiled, "or you could always just have me refer you out to get it while you're on leave."

"I'll do it now, don't know the next time I'd be returning," he spoke lowly. You wondered where he would be off to next as he pocketed the medication and nodded in agreement.

You motioned for him to sit in the designated area and prepared the necessary materials. As you walked over to the vaccine area now occupied by the large man, you positioned yourself to the side of him. You performed your typical routine of verifying the prescription and noting the necessary numbers before you felt the need to break the silence.

“You know, I used to be terrified of these as a child. I hope you didn’t have the same experience, Lieutenant,” you chuckled as you began to clean his bicep. You admired the tattoo on his right arm, so intricate and beautiful.

“I’ve had much worse, trust me,” he replied and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. Well, I guess the man of few words has a sense of humor.

“That’s good to hear! You wouldn’t imagine the number of recruits that squirm even before I’ve begun to prep their arm. I thought all that training taught you guys to be tough.” With this, you both laughed and you began to position your hand ensuring the needle was going into the proper area.

You felt him slightly tense under your touch but you gave him a reassuring pat on the hand. You knew as a child that the best way was to finish the vaccine before they even had time to react.

“You can hold my hand if you’d like,” you joked, not realizing that he was pink under his mask. "Or you could be a good little soldier and I might give you a lolly" you continued further, teasing the man. He was so glad to have the safety of concealment as you were really rubbing it in. He waved you off with his other hand and you went about a quick administration.

“See that’s not so bad,” you smiled and you went to apply a bandage. Unfortunately, you realized you were out of your typical issued bandaids and quickly grabbed a colorful, neon star one.

He glanced down and responded with a low, “What the hell is that?”

“I’m sorry it’s the only one I have at the moment, but you should be able to take it off before bed tonight!” you apologized and you fastened it onto his strong bicep.

Little did you know that your small talk and neon bandage had endeared you to the Lieutenant. Your reassuring touch and soft actions made him believe you’d be a better fit for a position in pediatrics than here. Although he would have to explain the ridiculous stars, he found himself wanting to get all of his vaccines from you.

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first time writing and posting here in like forever! hope you enjoyed this mw2 content :)

[apocalypseornaw]

Comfort

You're hurting and Dean comes to the rescue

Talk of period stuff, fluff

Maybe it was internalized misogyny, maybe it was not wanting to look weak or maybe you'd been with the boys for so long you'd picked up on their self destructive tendencies but you hated admiting you were hurt. You'd argue injuries weren't that bad on hunts so you damn sure wasn't about to admit that your period had you doubled up in bed even after taking ibuprofen and having a heating pad tucked tightly against you.

You groaned as you attempted to find a position that meant the rolling cramps in your stomach and back would allow you to sleep but so far you'd been unsuccessful.

You must have dozed off at some point because you woke up to the unmistakable sound of Dean's knock at your door. "Come in" you called out, sitting up in an effort to make it seem like you'd simply been asleep instead of in pain. He walked in and was carrying two bags, one from the pharmacy and one from the grocery store.

He held up the pharmacy bag "I talked to that lady that works the front counter and she says this is the stuff that helped her daughter and now her granddaughter so I figured that was good. I got you more of your products too along with a new heating pad because yours is older than you are because you got it from Bobby" you blinked the tears forming in your eyes away as he held up the grocery store bag "and I got all your favorite snacks,plus a few of my favorite"

"How did you know?" You asked and he grinned "Come on sweetheart, I'm not that dumb. For one you barely sleep in here anymore besides when you want to be alone and you rarely want to be alone besides when you're on your period. And I can count weeks, I try to keep a track so we don't take on any cases that you feel like you need to help us on during this week so you don't overwork yourself" a few tears slipped down your cheeks and his eyes widened "Oh shit, baby did i do something wrong? Forget something?"

You shook your head "No baby. I just love you so damn much" his grin returned, bigger than it had been "I love you too sweetheart. Do you need anything?" "Will you lay down with me?" He nodded "of course" he laid the bags on the dresser and kicked off his boots before getting into bed next to you. He curled up to your back and wrapped one strong arm around your stomach. A moan left your lips when the cramp that had been starting in your lower stomach stopped from the pressure of his arm "Dean Winchester you are the perfect man"

He chuckled behind you and left a kiss on the side of your neck "I think you're a bit delirious from lack of sleep but I'll talk the compliment" you shook your head "nope, you're perfect. Gorgeous, strong, amazing hunter, bit of a dork, a god in bed and a sweetheart at your core"

Dean could feel his cheeks warm at your words "As much as I am loving this darlin, you need sleep. When you wake up you can continue showering me with compliments ok?" You yawned and nodded "I plan to until the day comes that you finally believe it"

You dozed off a little while later and Dean tucked himself a bit closer to you to make sure his arm didn't slip should he doze off. The position he was in had pressure where you needed it the most. He placed a gentle kiss to your neck and whispered "I love you" before getting comfortable on the pillow himself and closing his eyes.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism Boys (+ Taehoon + Wangguk) being ill + YOU looking after them hc

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Vin Jin, Johan Seong, Seong Taehoon, Han Wangguk

Gun Park

He is self-sufficient to the core.

Does not need any looking after.

You offer to run out and buy medicine? No need, he is stocked better than a pharmacy.

Reminders to hydrate? He's had 2 litres already and it's not even midday.

You don't need to tell him to rest, his body is his temple and he takes the utmost care.

Some homemade food though? Oh. Well. You can't buy homemade.

Him lying all fever brained on your lap as you watch TV or whatever? That's not so bad neither.

You running a bath for him? Thanks. That's thoughtful.

Huh, he thinks maybe it's not so bad relying on someone other than himself.

Goo Kim

Clingy and fussy-

But you knew that already, being his partner.

Treats you as his hot water bottle one moment, the next will kick you away saying he's too warm.

He expects to be babied, and he expects your full attention. So please drop everything and tend to him now.

If you could also run your fingers through his hair and let him lie on you for the next few hours, that would also be great.

And if you can put his favourite show on that would also be appreciated.

You trying to watch something else once he's sleeping? No chance. He is wide awake and pouting at you.

At least he will give you the same treatment when you're ill.

Samuel Seo

Samuel is not ill.

How dare you imply he is in anything but peak physical condition

That's not a cough, that's not a sniffle, and he is not flushed.

There's something wrong with the thermometer, he is fine.

Nothing is wrong with his voice (as he slowly loses it through the day...)

Will take a lot of persuading and convincing to rest up

"Yes, there will be other people to pick up your work. And no, it's not a personal slight to say that you are sick."

You have to pry his laptop and tablet and phone from his fingers.

Of course, that's easy. His strength is waning in his current state.

"Shhh Sammy, go to bed." Tuck him in. lay next to him, pet his hair.

He'll soon be napping next to you, holding you tight.

Jake Kim

Also complete denial at first.

He is the head of Big Deal, he cannot be sick.

That SINU! sneeze is not a front. That is actually how he sneezes.

Phelgm and snot everywhere. It's pretty repulsive to be honest.

After one too many sneezes, and everyone flinching the hell away from him, Jerry carries him home to you.

Wants to be babied, wants to be fussed, wants your complete attention.

Goes about it in a slightly less obnoxious way, but he's so adorable, even trying to give you a wink in his current state so you can't say no.

Pads around the home following you, blanket wrapped around him, tissue shoved up his nose.

Might as well give up whatever you're doing and tend to your boyfriend.

But Jake would absolutely do the same for you.

Vin Jin

This fucking guy-

Demanding and a little shit.

If you let him, he would take absolute full advantage.

Would run you in circles doing things for him.

"Y/N I want some water, Y/N where's my medicine, Y/N I need some chocolate, Y/N I need a burger." "What?? Shouldn't you eat something.. healthier?" "No babe, the body wants what it wants."

Will flop all over you, lying on your lap, your chest. Partly because he finds you comforting, partly because he's a little asshole.

"Sing me a lullaby" "Uh... ok." You sing. "Actually, no shut up babe you sound like shit."

Once he falls asleep, his breath laboured and cheeks flushed, you can't help but think ok, he's pretty cute. Only when unconscious though.

Will still keep his sunglasses on the whole time. "Just in case someone ambushes me." "WHO?!"

Johan Seong

Way too ill and low in energy to put up any of his usual defenses. Will revert back to a little meow meow.

You are absolutely not allowed out of sight.

In fact, you are not allowed out of arm's reach.

Will cling to you like a koala, that is a fact.

Actually, you might as well all stay in bed, Eden and Miro included because you are guaranteed to not get anything done.

Even cooking is only a possibility. Hopefully you have all medicine stocked, and some decent, cheap, healthy take-outs nearby.

Because if Johan wakes up from his nap and you're not there, he will be sulking for a year straight.

The only excuse?

"Johan, I need to walk Eden and Miro." grumble grumble "Ok... but be back quick?"

Seong Taehoon

The grumpiest babygirl you have ever seen.

It's a goddamn good job you love him because my god, this guy!

Equal parts bad-tempered and clingy

A bit like how he usually is, to be honest, but turned up to the MAX.

Go away, you're crowding him one second, he's all up in your face wanting cuddles the next.

And the fact that he's not allowed to train?

Good lord, don't anger it further. It's not like he's in any fit state to train anyway but he will still be fuming about it.

No Taekwondo, no arcade. He might as well just DIE.

At least he's still got his other favourite thing - you. This placates him a little.

Han Wangguk

Wangguk does not get sick, Wangguk is the caretaker.

Other people get ill and he looks after them.

"No, seriously, Wangguk. You're burning up. Go back to bed!"

Needs a lot of goading to actually rest. Even then, he doesn't fully rest.

He keeps a watchful eye over you, just in case you need him.

After he gets used to it? Absolutely loves it.

You making some food for him, grabbing him medicine, gentle cuddles, forehead smooches, even taking care of Gyeoul?!

He really could get used to this.

Is a puddle, constantly leaning on you and wanting to be close.

After this, he always enjoys being ill. Only a tad. It's a way for him to be spoilt guilt-free by you.

[plooto]

⋆⁺₊⋆ the take // neteyam sully ⋆⁺₊⋆

!! genre . smut

!! warnings . not proofread , not established relationship , kisses , reader in heat , pwp , p i v , fingering , masterbating , voyeurism , multiple orgasms , squirting , creampie .

!! notes . i was kinda stuck writing this :/ might go on hiatus again after this one fr :,(

“ yn, hey! ” you tore your eyes away from neteyam’s form to look at his sister.

“ hm? ” the muscles your forehead rose as you gave kiri your full attention.

“ just go to him, your heat is coming. ” you shook your head, the embarrassing thoughts rushing up behind you.

“ no. i will not, i mean, he’s your brother, there’s no way- ” you winced as a sharp pain ran through your core.

“ told you. ” you give kiri a mean look,

“ just- tell him i’m…busy, i- ” you cried out, covering your mouth as you moved to stand, kiri following you.

“ busy? that’s what you want me to tell him? ” you pushed her shoulder but didn’t let her go as you needed her for stability in this moment,

“ whatever- just- ” another rush of pain.

“ go, yn. ” she pushed you foreward, steering you clear of the dick-thinking na’vi.

in the comfort of your hut you barely made it to your cot before you were flooded with heat. barely managing to get your loincloth out of the way before you had two fingers buried inside yourself to the last knuckle. your fingers curled, trying your hardest to finger that spot that was just only a hair away.

every fibre of neteyam’s being seemed to be on edge. jake rests his hand on his shoulder, neteyam’s head whips around, his loose braids slapping his father’s forearm.

“ hey, go take a walk, okay? clear y’head. ” neteyam nodded once, his brain somehow working hard enough to get him to his feet and walking.

“ brother! ” kiri threw her hand in the air towards her brother,

“ not now kiri. ” neteyam shook his head, falling deeper into his stride as he was determined to figure out what was placing his mind so far away.

“ it’s yn, neteyam. she couldn’t tell you herself , but she’s in heat. ” neteyam stopped and turned to his sister. his mind raced for the first time that day.

“ where is she? ” his muscles felt tight - aching, really - as he waited for his sister to reply.

“ she’s in her mauri.. it’s over- ” kiri wouldn’t finish that sentence, not before neteyam was making his way to your mauri with an urgency she hasn’t seen in a while.

too caught in your own wetness and sounds, you didn’t hear him approach. your back arched as you tried stuffing your fingers deeper inside yourself, forever cursed to not reach that sacred spot inside of you. you didn’t hear neteyam, but you did smell him - just as he did you so early in the day. it was you, the reason he couldn’t focus..the reason he knew where your marui was without being told. your head snapped to his, your eyes locking and you melted - partially from the fact that he sees you like this, but relieved because he is here.

“ look at you.. fuck you’re dripping- ” you left your fingers inside, but couldn’t find the strength to stop their twisting and turning. your eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open, as you watched his eyes dance up your flushed frame.

“ please nete… ” you felt your pupils dilate as you pouted at him. you were above begging - but in this moment, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do. your legs fell open, instinct following the pharmacies he is releasing in response to yours. through lidded eyes you saw his tail thrashing behind him as his jaw clenched and unclenched. he was trying to hold himself together.

it was not working.

he made his way over to you, broad frame casting a shadow from the dim candle light. he kneeled down next to you, a hand by your head as the other danced down your torso. a whimper left your lips and you looked up at him and neteyam swears this sight of you will be the prettiest he’s ever seen.

“ you want my help, sweet girl? ” in any other state of mind, you would have preserved your dignity, your bond with the sullys. but in this moment, you couldn’t care less. you nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your fangs.

“ ah-ah use your words. ” the tone he used nearly sent your brain to another world. choking down a moan, you replied with a meek, “ please help me nete.. ”

he didn’t waste another moment, his left hand pulled yours out, replacing it instantly. as you felt his fingers slide in your head fell back against the furs under your head, a soft mewl leaving your lips.

if he was any other man, he would have came just from feeling how warm and wet you were. but he’s not. he’s neteyam sully. the same man who spreads your legs to allow room for him to shift between. the same man who sucks on your clit and laps up your essence as if it was the last thing he’d do. the same man who’s hips are rocking against the floor of your mauri because he wants to take his time pleasing you. the same man who has had his eyes on you as long as he could remember.

you couldn’t stop the moans leaving your lips - not like you wanted to, you finally had him after years of pining. even if it is just for your heat.

his lips left your swollen bud, but his fingers still pressing at that spot yours could never reach. “ that’s it.. ” you felt that familiar heat pool in your stomach. back arching off the ground you were so so close.. “ that’s it yawne.. ”

and there it was. the last push you needed to take a free fall over the edge of ecstasy. neteyam didn’t waste a moment, nor waste a drop. your chest heaved as you came down from your high and neteyam rose from between your thighs, face glossed with your arousal.

neteyam crawled up to be face to face with you, forearms resting beside your head.

“ you always leave me breathless, yn. ” he affirmed, pressing kisses to your jaw and trailing lower. kisses along the column of your throat brought that heat back to your stomach. as if he knew, one of his hands slipped down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles on your clit. a sigh left your lips as your eyes finally shut. neteyam loved all of your sounds. groaning, he smashed his lips against yours, you moaned against them, allowing his tongue to slip between your bruising lips.

“ i need you neteyam…inside- please- ” you pleaded against his lips, squirming against his hand, needy for more - to be filled. your eyes opened and locked onto his golden ones. blown pupils and a smirk on his face he whispered against your cheek, “ as you wish tiyawn. ” he shed himself of his tweng, left hand leaving your clit briefly to pump his cock before pressing it against your entrance. “ breathe for me. ” he whispered, head ducking down breifly to watch his head slip past your puffed lips before returning to watch your face contort in pleasure.

fuck he was big, but the pain meant little to nothing right now. not when he fucks inch after thick inch into you. your hands found his back, scratching at it as his body came back over yours. overheating from the inside out, you pressed your face into his neck, fangs sinking into his shoulder when he bottomed out. bodies pressed against each other, pheromones dancing in the air around you, you felt neteyam’s form shaking.

“ nete- pl- ” you don’t get to finish your sentence before he is pulling out and slamming into you. your body jerks with the power of his thrusts, your voice anchoring at every rough movement of his hips.

“ think you can handle more, sweet girl? ” you nodded, the rational part of your mind wondering how-

and there it was, hips pistoning against yours in an animalistic pace. your moans knew no limit in this moment, nor the ones after. neteyam muffles your sounds of your pleasure with his lips, but that didn’t quiet the squelching of your cunt around his cock. you desperately tried to meet his thrusts, trying to help him please you, but he had it all on his own. your legs parted as neteyam sits up, pushing the back of your knees, they press against your ears.

the new position didn’t leave much room for cries, neteyam fucking you silent and hitting the deepest parts of you that nudged just past your cervix. your voice returned and out came a mantra of his name as you neared your second orgasm of the night. he knew it was coming and he smirks, pushing on your ankles to completely fold you in half. raising to his feet he pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back into you, hitting that spot he knew all too well. you didn’t get a chance to be shocked about the sudden change in position, not before your vision was filled with white hot pleasure. neteyam was on the edge, teetering on it as you clenched around him like a vice. he curses, hips stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“ c’mon give me one more baby. ” he growls through gritted teeth. he lets the two of you down, finger finding your clit as he feels the waves of your orgasm subside. your lips locked together, strained moans trying to fight their way out as you felt that heat in your stomach approaching way too fast.

“ ne- netey- ” your eyes fluttered open, squeezing shut before opening them again to lock with his. his cheeks were flushed, half lidded eyes looking back down at you. another shrill of pleasure fills you, watching him watch you. he gives you a lopsided grin, he had you just where he wanted you.

his hips sped up, something you didn’t think was possible as his thumb pressed harder circles on your clit. you choked out a string of curses as another orgasm hit you like a train, your body squirting onto his torso.

“ shit. ” he growls, his three fingers rubbing on your clit to prolong your orgasm as he comes right behind you. with a throaty moan, neteyam pumps you full, thoroughly coating your walls white. chests heaving and covered in sweat neteyam presses his chest and forehead against yours.

“ you’re mine, yn. mine. ” he growls, pressing gentle kisses to your eyelids. you pressed your nose into his chin, your subtle way of scenting him.

you two stayed there for a few moments, gathering your breath before neteyam’s hips begin to rock once more.

this was going to be a long few days and you were here for every moment of it.

[artful-aries]

How do they confess when the reader is oblivious?

For Dottore and Baizhu (seperetely)

Maybe reader is dark just like Dottore and accepts him for who he is. And for Baizhu reader is like hua Tao but just accident prone with a high pain tolerence,

Fluff plz

Hello hello!!! I hope you enjoy :3 I took a bit of creative liberty with the prompt, but the core principle is definitely there

Confessing To An Oblivious Crush (Dottore, Baizhu)

Dottore

He is an interesting one with an oblivious love interest

On the whole, it’s very hard for someone like him to even be with someone that oblivious; it would bring out his usual condescension. He wouldn’t be able to help himself, he would just genuinely see you inability to read between the lines as a lack of intelligence

Nevertheless, the feelings persist no matter what state he assumes your mind to be in

It’s hard for Dottore to think of a way to admit his fascination with you. He’s not scared by any means; he’s far too collected for that, but he is concerned that too subtle of an approach will be entirely missed, but too forward of an approach would chase you off entirely

Instead of confessing, he’s going to study you for a long time. For the purpose of collecting data of course

He watches the things that get you flustered, what makes you mad, disgusted, or utterly overwhelmed when it comes to social interactions, in particular, romantic interactions

Dottore goes as far as to slip you romance books or hire someone to pretend to flirt just to get the chance to study you under these conditions. All the data collected will go towards his own confession. He is a man of results; he won’t take action unless he’s sure that he’s going to get the desired outcome he wants

The data is…mildly concerning to him

He knew you were the oblivious type, but he never suspected the severity. It gives him the urge to dissect your brain to see if he can discover any anomalies between you and the average citizen of Teyvat, but he knows if he does this then he will sorely miss being able to collect other kinds of data that can only be observed while you’re alive

He comes to the conclusion that most traditional means will not work, and he cannot expect you to just “figure it out”. You won’t understand what he is saying unless he is painfully direct

He prefers this outcome anyhow; Dottore isn’t a very romantic man, and he would much rather get the troublesome part out of the way and open up the opportunity to study you more closely

So that’s exactly what he does; he finds the opportune moment under the right circumstances that he carefully determined through his research before giving a simple confession

“I would like to pursue a romantic relationship with you. Are you inclined to accept this proposal?”

The bluntness certainly makes his advance unable to be missed or misconstrued, which works in both of your favors

Baizhu

Initially, Baizhu is definitely one to take a subtle approach in “confessing”. He basically will hint around the subject, saying things in a way that could indicate he has feelings, but has a certain level of deniability should you not want his advances

He wants you, but only if you want him too. He’s also got a bit of inner turmoil as to whether or not he wants a relationship with you to begin with. Certainly not for lack of feelings; he just worries that he will needlessly worry or frighten you with how ill he truly is because of his contract with Changsheng. He doesn’t want you spending your time anxious over him

However, Baizhu quickly realizes that his subtle approach just isn’t going to work. You’re completely oblivious to the fact that he has been subtly flirting with you this entire time. He wonders if he should take this as a sign to stop pursuing your affections, but Changsheng insists that he follow his heart

At the behest of his companion, he will work on being less subtle; buying you gifts, setting time aside for you after hours at Bubu Pharmacy, and complimenting you in more affectionate ways

Not that Baizhu wants you to be sick or injured, but he is thrilled to have you come to his pharmacy for all of your needs. He will personally apply healing salves himself, and wrap up any injury while explaining to you the best method of care.

All of this at the incredibly discounted price of free. He refuses to take a single mora from you for your treatment, reasoning that the world would be poorer without you in it, and that he would rather see you spend the mora on something else you enjoy

If this still doesn’t grab your attention, Baizhu will be a little exasperated. Do you really not know how he feels, or are you feigning ignorance to let him down easy? Either way, he doesn’t want to give up until he gets a definite answer from you

Though confident in most of his endeavors, he’s a little nervous to just come out and say he likes you. He is frail and rather sickly after all, how could anyone find that endearing, let alone attractive?

As time goes on, and he begins to run out of ways to traditional court you and get you to notice how he feels, he will finally break down and just come out and say it

“(Y/N), I hold a lot of affection for you, and I would like to have a relationship with you. Do you feel the same?”

Baizhu nearly coughs up blood during his confession because he’s so nervous about how you may receive it, or worse, you ask for further clarification

Thankfully the Archons bless you with a bit more awareness this night as you stand outside the Bubu Pharmacy, a little dazed at Baizhu’s confession. It’s clear to him that you finally registered his feelings

The tension in his body visibly leaves when you accept and return his feelings, and he will give you a small but warm smile

His desire to break the contract that binds him to an early grave only intensifies now that he has you. He can’t break your heart by leaving you too soon

[bebepac]

Loss

Sorry, this one isn't fanfiction. A sudden loss of someone you care about can really put you through an emotional rollercoaster. Recently, a friend that I worked with passed away suddenly and very tragically. He deserved so much better than how he was taken from this world. Now, even weeks later, there are still moments where I feel like it isn't real.

Daily, when we used to get to work at the same time, we'd walk in together and at lunch we'd always be laughing about some random story we told each other. Work feels different. I can't even sit at my desk at 8am because every time the pharmacy door opens and it's not him, it chips a little piece of my heart away, and the realization hits me, he's not here anymore. I can't bring myself to delete his number out of my cell phone or my last texts to him, or take down the directory at my desk that has his name and extension on it.

I thought you may be able to relate to that feeling, too, which is why I tagged my regular list. I hope that you don't mind.

Yesterday, I said goodbye to you. 

Did I want to? 

No. Goodbyes I have learned over the years are seldom happy, and this one shook me to my very core, because you were stolen from us prematurely. 

Your season on this earth ended way too soon, my friend.

My heart breaks for the life you should have had, and the dreams that you were working towards that didn’t get the opportunity to come true.

Why?

Why—- is the singular question in all  of our broken hearts from the profound loss of you all of us are feeling.

I replay the last conversation we had in my mind on a loop, and wish I would have said more meaningful words to you.  That was really our last conversation? 

But, there is solace in knowing I was there to listen to your words, to you.

I miss you. 

Already. 

Deep down,  I know somehow, some way, our paths will intersect again.  

So yesterday, I said farewell for the moment to you. 

Did I want to?

No.  But I had to, for now.  

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Summary: Bob finally has enough time to deal with the attitude you've been giving him the whole week.

Warnings: Smut, small corruption kink, mentions of drug usage and stealing, brat taming, fingering, p in v, unspecified protection, tummy bulge

Authors's Note: prompt switch

Ever since he and Diane had called it quits over a silly argument, Bob had decided to take you crossroading with him. His sweet little junkie apprentince that was like a light in the darkness for him. So he dragged you along with him, making you keep watch or put on an act to catch the attention of the doctors while he stole from pharmacies.

However, this crude lifestyle seemed to be catching up to you, you wanted more fun that just junk and the thrill of stealing it. Your relationship with Bob wasn't exactly sunshines and rainbows either. You can admit that you were acting like a bitch, maybe even a brat, overall being childish and uncooperative. Bob had it up to here with your attitude, pulling you aside in a drug store to give you a stern talking to.

"What's with this attitude, Y/n?" He asked, almost too calmly for your liking. You knew you were screwed when he said your name rather than a term of endearment.

"Nothing," You huffed, crossing your arms defensively. He kissed his teeth.

"C'mon, we're going home," He pulled you by the arm into his beat up car. You knew that by home he meant the motel that you were renting, Bob couldn't afford to go back and face Gentry after the stunt he pulled with Diane, Nadine and Rick.

As soon as you were back in the motel, Bob turned to you again.

"I'm gonna ask one more time, you gonna tell me why you're acting bitchy, or no?" He asked, eyes squinting at you as if he wanted to read you like a book.

"I'm not being bitchy, you're just being sensitive," You retorted, glaring at him. He sighed like he was exhausted.

"Goddamn, doll, why don't you just give me an answer" He frowned and you scoffed.

"Fine, this life on the road is getting me pent up, and you don't do jack about it!" You conveyed your sexual frustration in such a desperate way that Bob almost pitied you.

"Really? All this bratiness was because you wanted me to lay you?" He scoffed, at how childish you were acting. You avoided eye contact, a nasty scowl on your face.

"Such a baby," He shook his head, removing his jacket and tossing it on the ground. His shirt followed suit and you tried to stop your smile from growing at the fact that he was giving in to you. He lazily flopped onto the bed, rubbing a hand over his face before beckoning you over to his lap. You sat excitedly on his lap and his hands found purchase on your hips, slowly dragging up and down your sides. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and his hands found the button of your pants. Slowly he dragged them off of you, pressing passionate kisses against your lips.

He threw your clothing off of you quickly, almost as if he was more desperate than you. You smiled at the idea, Bob was only desperate for drugs.

He pressed a hand to your core, relishing in the way you quivered from being so touch starved. He gave you one last kiss before flipping you around so your back was against his chest. His arm slipped under your legs to hold them up while his other hand worked you open. You mewled because of the pleasure, throwing your head back onto Bob's shoulder until he decided that you were prepped enough.

He slipped off his pants and briefs to reveal his fully erect length, red from the strain against his pants. He teasingly slid it across your sopping cunt, making you groan in frustration.

"Don't be a bitch, Bob. Stop teasing me." He kissed his teeth again.

"Maybe you should learn that being a brat won't get you very far in life." He said, continuing to tease you. You grit your teeth, willing to play this waiting game with him. Unfortunately for you, being a junkie for this long made him exceptionally patient.

"Oh my god, fine! I'm sorry for acting like that, Bob." You seethed but Bob just chuckled.

"Sorrys not gonna cut it right now, dollface." You squeezed your eyes shut, cursing yourself for getting into this sticky situation.

"Please, baby, I'm so sorry. Please don't tease me anymore," you begged, looking up at him and fluttering your teary lashes. He sighed and a small smile formed on his lips.

"'Know I can't stay mad at you, pretty baby," he mumbled, nibbling at the shell of your ear while slowly working himself into you. You nearly sighed out of relief when he bottomed out.

Slowly, he started to bounce you up and down on his length, making you see stars by pressing on the bulge on your tummy.

"God, please Bob," you muttered, nonsensical sentences left your mouth. Shameless noises filled the room, you pitied the neighbors, hoping the walls would keep them oblivious. It wasn't long before Bob's hand found your clit, tracing patterns against it with adept fingers. He had your eyes rolling back, unable to announce the fact that you were teetering over the edge. However, Bob could read you like an open book, he knew you were close and with a single flick to your clit he sent you spiraling down in a flurry of white hot passion. He allowed you time to catch your breath before flipping you onto your stomach, lazily thrusting into you from the back. You bit your lip to conceal your noises, moving with the force of his thrusts. Bob leaned over you, pressing you into the mattress firmly while kissing your back and leaving hickeys. "Let me hear those noises, doll." He said, pulling your lip from between your teeth. You let out a shaky moan as his thrusts grew more firm and punctuated. Not long after you did, Bob finished, pulling out quickly and shooting his load onto your back. He sighed, pulling you up against your chest and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Happy now?" You nodded sleepily and he chuckled.

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 11

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 4.2k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 10 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 11

Jake jolted awake as the blanket hit his chest, turning in time to see you lurch out of bed and toward the bathroom. Sighing, he scrubbed a hand down his face before getting up, adjusting his morning wood, and going to the kitchen to get a glass of water, a sports drink, and the anti-nausea pills he’d picked up from the pharmacy.

G-force training had taken away a lot of his aversion to vomit. Hell, once you carried your puke bag across the tarmac to the amusement of all the senior pilots, your tolerance was pretty high - but seeing you suffer was the worst. He also felt like shit for not picking up on it sooner. Hearing you tell the med student and doctor your symptoms yesterday made him realize how little you’d talked over the last two weeks. Thankfully, he only had one more week on mids before going back to the day shift. 

The toilet flushed as he set the items on your nightstand. Knocking on the bathroom doorframe, he peeked around the corner to see you sitting against the wall, knees drawn up and head in your hands. “How’re you feelin’, darlin’?” Rather than answer, you gave him a thumbs up. “That good, huh?”

“Ten out of ten, never doing this again.” Chuckling, he crouched beside you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Never say never.” At that, you lifted your head and playfully glared at him. 

“So in less than 24 hours, you go from not wanting kids to wanting multiple? Didn’t realize my being sick was such a turn-on for you, Seresin.”

“Learn somethin’ new every day. You okay to get up?” When you nodded, he extended a hand and helped you to your feet, guiding you into his arms. You could feel his cock against your stomach as his fingers slipped under your shirt to draw small circles on your lower back. His lips grazed your forehead as you rested your head on his shoulder. “How’s the headache?” 

“Still there, but not as bad as yesterday.” Jake nodded, feeling a bit better about forcing you to eat. If the doc said hydrating and eating would make you feel better, he would ensure you did it. His hands slipped down your back and wrapped around your thighs, lifting you off your feet and setting you on the vanity.

“That’s good, sweetheart.” He grabbed both of your toothbrushes and handed you yours with the bristles damp and a dab of paste. Sighing, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. His cheek rested on the crown of your head for a moment before he pulled away, and the buzz of his electric toothbrush started. You gagged while passing the bristles over your molars and had to focus on your breathing. He gently squeezed your thigh while glancing at you worriedly. His toothbrush turned off, yours doing the same a moment later. The water started as he spit, and when you turned to do the same, Jake's hand curled around your cheek, drawing you closer to press his foamy lips to the tip of your nose. 

“Gross,” you scoffed, pushing him away as he laughed before rinsing his mouth. When you moved to get off the counter, his arm shot out to pin your legs down, fingers curling under the counter lip. 

“I gotcha,” Jake said, stepping between your thighs and guiding your legs around his waist.

“I can walk, you know.”

“Don’t want to open the cut on your foot. Besides, you’re already doing all the work, so it’s the least I can do.” Your arms wound around his neck as he lifted you, the tip of his cock grazing your core. You groaned as he palmed your ass, holding you tightly.

“Don’t remind me,” you huffed against his ear. “You get off with five minutes of work, and I’m stuck doing this for nine months.”

“Darlin’, we both know it was more than five minutes, but it certainly wasn’t work,” he chuckled. Gently, he set you on the edge of the bed and handed you the glass of water before shaking out one of the nausea and two headache pills. Once you’d dutifully swallowed them, he cracked open the sports drink and swapped it for the water. 

“Is it killing you that I’m drinking something other than water or coffee in bed?” you teased before taking a sip. He tucked your hair behind your ear and smirked.  

“Since we’ve gotta renegotiate the contract anyways, might as well throw in anything that’ll make sure you’re not dehydrated. You scared the shit out of me yesterday, and we don’t want a repeat of that.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Shoulda stayed in bed with me… for medical reasons.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you set the drink on the nightstand and scooted back on the bed, flicking the blanket over your lap.

“Well, seeing as I’m not going to work today, and you don’t have to go in for a while, it looks like you got your wish, Lieutenant.” Grinning, Jake capped the drink and moved to his side of the bed, pulling you into his arms so you shared the same pillow. His nose brushed yours before he shifted closer to kiss you. Your hand slipped under the blanket to rest on his hip, fingers sliding into the band of his boxers and thumb tracing the grooves of his muscles. His tongue traced the seam of your lips and, when they parted, he tentatively deepened the kiss, testing the waters with how far he could go. Teasing out those sweet little hums and contented sighs that he loved so much. Slowly, he rolled you onto your back, his knee pushing between your thighs as he braced himself on his forearms. His weight was a comfort, grounding you with all the uncertainty you faced. 

Your stomach clenched, and you whimpered while pushing him away. “Okay?” he asked, cupping your cheek as you breathed deeply. He watched you slowly open your eyes and meet his gaze, your breath washing over him. You hummed, smiling tiredly as his thumb traced your lower lip. “Miss wakin’ up with you, darlin’. Feels too much like when we first started dating, an’ you wouldn’t let me stay over.” 

“Well, you got clingy really fast, and someone had to tap the brakes.” 

“Clingy, huh?” he smirked, hand drifting under the blanket to rest on your waist, his thumb sliding under your shirt to press against your stomach. “Well, you’re stuck with me now. For better or worse.”

“Damn.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him down to trade lazy kisses. He moved, forcing your legs wide to accommodate him as he lay between your thighs. You could feel his hard cock twitch against your entrance. 

“Once that pill kicks in,” Jake rasped, “wanna see what we can do about that headache?” Rather than answer, you curled your leg around him and lifted your hips. He smiled against your mouth, drawing your shirt up. The material pooled across your neck, and you quickly pulled it off as he turned his attention to your tender breasts. His green eyes flit up to meet yours as he gently stroked you with his tongue, gauging your comfort level - after all, you hadn’t been joking about punching him in the throat the last time he’d touched you there. But thankfully, the sharp pain that had made it difficult to wear a shirt had lessened to a dull ache. You sighed when he covered your breast with his mouth, tongue gently flicking as his thumb circled your other nipple. The warm heat felt so good. He pulled away enough to whisper against your skin, “Lemme take care of you, darlin’.”

At your nod, his hand left your breast to brace himself under the pillow while his other lightly traced your core, smiling at the growing damp spot. “Missed you,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair and holding him close. 

“Been neglecting my girl?” You snorted.

“Clearly not, since you managed to get me pregnant.” Jake chuckled and flung the blanket and sheets off. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as his lips trailed down your chest. 

“That,” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss to your stomach, “I. Did.” Sitting back on his heels, he replaced his lips with his palm, nearly spanning your waist as he spread his fingers and lightly pressed. You covered his hand with yours, and his eyes lifted to meet yours. 

“You’re gonna be a daddy.” A slow smile crossed his mouth as he gripped the sides of your panties and drew them down your legs to drop them off the side of the bed. He was less graceful as he kicked off his boxers before covering you with his body. 

“Feelin’ okay, Mama?” You nodded, and he nudged your legs further apart. He reached down to dip his middle finger into you, gathering your wetness before drawing lazy circles around your clit. Your eyes closed as you settled back into the pillows, lips parting. Jake took advantage and leaned down to kiss you, tongue sliding along yours. When your hips rolled to meet his touch, he smirked. 

“Thought you wanted to help me feel better, not tease,” you groaned. 

“It’s been a little while, darlin’. Just wanna make sure it feels good for you.” 

Huffing, you grasped his cock and lined it up with your entrance, using your other hand to tug him down to say against his lips, “Fuck me, or I’m going to go take care of myself in the shower.” 

“And here I was tryin’ to be nice and sweet.” When his tip breached you, you shifted your hand to his ass, digging your fingers in and making him grunt. He pumped his hips slowly, teasing you with every inch until your hips were flush. Then he stilled.

“Please,” you whined, clenching around him. Jake’s jaw ticked, fighting the urge to move.

“Gonna be good for me?” he asked through clenched teeth. “Gonna tell me when you’re not feelin’ good and take care of yourself?” 

“I - ”

Jake snapped his hips, cutting off your response as you gasped. “That’s a yes or no question.” You nodded when it was clear that he wouldn’t move until you answered. “Words, darlin’.” 

“Yes, fuck. Please.” 

“Good girl,” he smirked, setting a leisurely pace. “Don’t care how many bids you have to get through or if the damn president is visitin’. You don’t feel good, you take care of yourself. You’re carrying a precious payload.” His hand covered your stomach again, stroking softly. 

Groaning, you planted your foot on the bed and pushed, rolling the both of you. Jake huffed in surprise as his back hit the mattress with you straddling him. His hands closed around your hips as you sat up slowly, bracing one hand on his chest to ensure you didn’t get dizzy. As soon as you were steady, you dug your knees into the mattress and lifted yourself before slowly lowering yourself back onto his cock. “Fine,” you breathed. The tendons in his neck strained as you set a languid pace, little moans of pleasure escaping your lips as you rode him. 

“That’s it, baby,” Jake grunted, tightening his grip before thrusting up hard and breaking your rhythm. It was your turn to stop. Smiling, you broke his hold on your hips and kissed his palms.

“You had your chance to do this the way you wanted. Now be a good boy and grab the headboard.” When he looked like he wasn’t going to do it, you raised an eyebrow. “Don’t make me dig out the straps, honey. You know how much I love seeing the velcro around your wrists.” His cock twitched inside you, probably remembering the way you’d teased him for almost an hour the last time you’d talked him into using them, and you responded by rolling your hips. Sighing, he thrust his hands under the pillows and gripped the bottom of the headboard. “Thank you,” you said, kissing the tip of his nose. “Now, watch me take care of myself.” 

And he did just that, hands flexing on the wood as you used him. You banded an arm across your breasts to ease the ache as you bounced on his cock, your free hand circling your clit. Your teeth dug into your lower lip as you watched Jake’s biceps strain with the effort of not touching you. When the coil of pleasure snapped, you gasped, planting a hand on his chest as you fluttered around him. His hands left the headboard and gripped your hips, holding you still as he thrust into you, fucking you through your orgasm until he came with a grunt. 

Panting, you collapsed onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he continued to pump his hips. A satisfied smirk crossed his mouth when you whimpered, fingers digging into his pecs. “How’s your head, darlin’?” he asked, brushing the hair from your sweaty forehead. Rather than answer, you gave him a thumbs up, and he laughed into your hair. 

“I’ll get rid of it.” 

“Just move it to the garage,” you countered, leaning against the doorframe as Jake looked around his home gym. The treadmill you sometimes used was tucked into the corner, with his bench press in the center of the room.  

“We wouldn’t be able to park both cars in there. And my truck’s not sitting outside, and you’re not gonna be parking in the driveway. Besides, I go to the gym on base more often than I use this.” Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“I don’t want you to lose your space. We can use the guest room.”

“I have a feeling that we’re gonna be getting more use out of that once the baby gets here. We can move your bed in there and get rid of that one.” 

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, clapping your hands over your face. 

“What? What’s wrong?” he demanded, ready to follow you into the bathroom if your breakfast decided to make a reappearance. 

“We have to tell our parents. Oh god, they’re gonna know we had sex.” Jake couldn’t help the laugh that burst out as he crossed the room to tug you into his arms. 

“I’m pretty sure they know we have sex.” Shaking your head, you leaned into him and groaned again.

“There’s knowing hypothetically and then having the physical proof of it. And it’s not like this was a planned thing, either. They’re going to think we’re so irresponsible. This isn’t funny, Jacob!” you snapped, pushing against his stomach when he continued to laugh. 

“It’s kinda funny, darlin’. Look at me.” When you shook your head, he gently peeled away your hands and forced you to meet his gaze. Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he chuckled at seeing the gleam of tears in your eyes before leaning down to kiss you. “We’re old enough to deal with an unplanned pregnancy. We’re not teenagers; they won’t be mad at us.” 

“Your parents already hate me, and this is just gonna give them more reason to.” The laughter died on his lips as Jake realized that he hadn’t thought about telling his parents - he’d been picturing telling yours. Given their excitement when he asked their permission to propose, he knew they would be ecstatic about a grandchild.

But his parents? They hadn’t even crossed his mind. Other than a call to check in every few months, he rarely talked to them. Lina texted him every other week and tried to loop him in on what was happening with them, but he didn’t engage. It was easier to love his family from a distance.

There was no telling how a baby would change that. His mom had been open about how much she wanted grandkids when he was married, to the point where he’d sometimes felt ganged up on by his mom and ex-wife. From what Lina said, she was now also getting pressured to get married and start having kids. Once his mother found out that you were pregnant, she would want to be more involved.

And, unfortunately, that would mean interacting with his father more. 

“Where’d you go?” Pulling himself out of that mental spiral, Jake met your concerned gaze and forced himself to smile.

“My parents don’t hate you, but you giving them their first grandkid isn’t gonna hurt.” Choosing to ignore the beginning lie, you drew him down to press your lips against his. 

“Can we wait to tell anyone? Just for a little bit?” Feeling a bit guilty that he’d already told Rooster, Jake nodded. 

“Whatever you want, darlin’.” A playful smile curved your lips.

“I’m gonna make you regret saying that.” When he opened his mouth to reply, you frowned and held up a finger, pulling your phone out of the pocket of your leggings and glancing at the caller ID. “It’s the doctor’s office.” Gently pushing against his chest, you stepped into the hallway before answering. 

Jake half listened to the conversation while casting a critical eye over the room. It was the smallest of the three in the house but big enough for a nursery. He was sure Bob would take the treadmill, and Payback had mentioned that he was in the market for a weight bench. The full-sized bed in the guest room would be easy to get rid of with all the families moving, and he could rope Coyote into helping him get yours from the apartment. Hell, he could set all of that in motion at Phoenix’s party on Sunday. Now that there was an accelerated timeline for getting you moved in, the sooner it happened, the better. There was no way he was letting you deal with being sick without him, even if it meant operating on less sleep for the next week. 

“-Any late morning or early afternoon appointments? My boyfriend’s on mids and… Two o’clock on Tuesday?” you said, turning and raising an eyebrow at Jake’s frown. He nodded, and you confirmed the appointment.

Boyfriend. He didn’t like how that sounded, not when you were scheduling a doctor’s appointment about your kid. It sounded… impermanent. Fleeting. Like he wasn’t as committed as he was.

Scrubbing a hand down his face, Jake trudged up the stairs to your apartment, glad he’d accidentally opened the location app before pulling away from the hanger. After a long night in the air, shooting down baby officers who thought they were hot shit, he wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with you. But instead of being at home, you’d apparently decided to go back to your place. 

When he unlocked the door, he realized why. A handful of plastic tubs were stacked in the corner of your living room, a few picture frames propped against them. Bubble wrap sat on the kitchen counter beside your wine glasses. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one who realized that you’d be moving in sooner. He only wished you’d waited for him to help. 

Jake couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you asleep on the couch, one hand resting on your stomach while the other hung off the edge. Your knees were propped against the back cushion, face turned away from him. The TV laugh track sounded as he unlaced his boots and toed them off before walking towards you. Kneeling beside you, he remembered the first night he’d been at your place. He’d been attracted to you when you opened your mouth and compared the F-35 to his Super Hornet.  He’d wanted to know more about you after you called him out on flirting with you at the coffee shop when he was on a date. 

But that night… that was the night he knew he needed you. He would have waited hours for you in that parking lot to make sure that you were okay after the car accident. Teasing you was the closest he felt to the rush of being catapulted off a carrier. And now he was in for the craziest ride of his life. 

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was going to be a dad. 

It had been on the tip of his tongue when Coyote stopped by the hanger on his way out to confirm that you were still attending the party on Sunday. It was what he thought about during the evening briefing, while observing some of the pilots during simulation training, and when he climbed into the Super Hornet cockpit with your picture tucked into his flight suit. So he may have crowed a bit louder when he got tone on one of the other instructors, winning the exercise for his team, and whooped while pulling Gs. 

And it was in the forefront of his mind as he took your left hand and stroked your knuckles, squeezing gently. He’d had a plan: rent a plane and take you flying. When they reached altitude, he would hand over the controls to you so you could finally feel what it was like to be a pilot. And once back on the ground, he would take you for cheap burgers and fries on the beach. 

But that didn’t matter.

He ran his knuckle along your cheek before gently grasping your chin and turning you towards him. Your brows furrowed as you made a discontented little hum. Jake smiled, covering your hand on your stomach with his own and lifting your left hand to his lips, kissing your palm. “Open those pretty eyes, sleepy girl.”

Slowly, you blinked awake, smiling at Jake’s soft expression. “Hey, babe.” 

“Hey, darlin’. Looks like you were busy.” Groaning, you closed your eyes.

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep. Was gonna go home, but ‘m so tired.” 

“‘S okay. You coulda waited for me though - you shouldn’t be lifting anything heavy.” Scoffing, you curled your hand over his jaw, thumb stroking his stubble.

“You gonna be like this the whole time?” 

“Like what?”

“Overprotective.” 

“Better get used to it, Mama.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Marry me.” You froze. 

“What?”

“I love you so much. Will you marry me? I have your ring at home, and I know this isn’t the most romantic way to ask, but - ”

“Yes.” 

“Yes?”

“Yes!” you laughed. Jake grinned as you sat up to kiss him before throwing your arms around his neck. Sliding one arm under your knees and wrapping the other around your back, he quickly stood, laughing as you shrieked at the sudden change in altitude. 

“I’ve got you,” he assured while walking towards the bedroom. But when he flicked the light on with his elbow, he groaned - the bed was covered in your clothes and an open suitcase. “You’re killin’ me, darlin’.” 

“Let’s go home,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his throat. 

“Can’t wait that long,” he replied, stepping over piles of hangers and shoes to set you on an empty corner of the bed. Laughing, you watched him clear the space as you moved towards the pillows, stripping off your shirt and bra. Finally satisfied, Jake shrugged off his flight suit, pausing to look at his right hand. “C’mere,” he rasped while kneeling on the bed. He twisted his Naval Academy ring off his finger and took your left hand, sliding it onto your ring finger. The metal was still warm from his body, and the band was far too large - the ring twisted so the stone pressed against your palm. But tears sprang to his eyes as Jake looked at the silver band on your finger. “Just until we get home, and I can get yours.”

“You’re lucky this is too big, or I’d never give it back.” Smiling, he wiped the tears from your cheeks and slowly lowered you onto the mattress. 

“Congratulations, Hangman,” Rooster said, handing Jake a beer as they stood in Phoenix’s backyard. Jake shifted his gaze from where you were chatting with Bob and Halo, probably spinning the better version of his proposal you’d given your parents - something about recreating your first date, minus the car accident.

Coyote, who knew about the original proposal plan, had rightly called him out for what it was: poor impulse control. 

“Thanks. You too. TOPGUN’ll be lucky to have you as an instructor.”

“I'm just happy to be getting the hell out of Virginia again. Mav told me they’re trying to get a couple of us back. Who knows, maybe we’ll be stationed together again.” Jake snorted.

“I hope not. Got enough things going on now without having to deal with a PCS.”

“Payback says you’ve been filling in with the Weapon School, so who knows.” 

“Shit.” Jake watched as you quickly excused yourself from the conversation and hurried towards the house. “Hold this.” 

“She okay?” Rooster asked, taking the beer shoved at him. Bob and Halo frowned at your retreating back. 

“Fuckin’ morning sickness.” 

“It’s six at night.”

“What can I say? She’s an overachiever,” he huffed, following you inside. 

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Author's Note: Jake may not think that it's romantic to propose on a night in, but I definitely do. I had 2 more scenes that I was going to put into this chapter but decided to hold off for the next ones.

Side note - PCS is 'Permanent Change of Station', meaning you move locations (e.g., Rooster moving from VA to CA). Jake is hoping for a PCA, a 'Permanent Change of Assignment', where he could stay at Lemoore after doing his tour with the Vigilantes and just shift to a different squadron.

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Can I request Dante x Fem Reader who finds out she is pregnant and doesn't know how to tell Dante... How will he react? And how will he care for her throughout pregnancy....

Absolutley! Here you go and I hope u enjoy 💜

Pregnant (DMC5!Dante x Fem!Reader)

Recently, you'd been feeling weird. You were growing increasingly fatigued, your back ached, you were feeling nauseous nearly all the time, and your mood changed like the wind. You'd randomly burst into tears whenever you heard a nostalgic song on the radio; you were often grumpy and snapped at your friends, and sometimes just felt really happy for no reason. Initially, you blew it off as exhaustion from work, until you missed your period. The entire month flew by and there wasn't a single drop of menstrual blood--one of the most telling symptoms of pregnancy. You had to check now, so you raced to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test.

An hour or so later, you were curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing, the positive-reading test in your hands. It was true. You were pregnant, and worse yet, you knew who the father was: Dante. You two had done the deed not too long ago--without protection. The two of you were so caught up in your lovemaking, you had forgotten about possible consequences. Your mind was currently in a state of delirium; thoughts swirling about like a violent blizzard. You were thrilled to discover that a child was growing inside you, but at the same time, dreaded telling Dante that the kid was his. Despite their differences, Dante and Vergil were still brothers who shared some of their core traits--and you didn't want your child to end up like Nero. After a few moments of mentally debating it, you decided to take a breather and go to one of the girls for help. Snatching up your wallet and keys, you headed for the door right when it flew open of it's own accord, or rather, Dante's accord. He strode into the room, a smile on his face, then wrapped you in a big hug. "Heya, babe! Miss me?" You nodded, wincing as he pressed you against his frame, which applied unwanted pressure on your painfully sensitive breasts. "I did," You managed to choke out, struggling to free yourself from his grip. "I missed you so much." Dante roughly patted you on the back; a gesture that normally wouldn't bother you, but now that your back was an aching, sore mess, it did. "Ow! Stop being so rough, Dante!" Dante pulled away from you, confused. "What? Did-did I do something wrong? Why ya being all grouchy?" Realizing that your behavior was going to give you away, you immediately sobered up. "No, it's just...." You sucked in a breath, trying to think up a lie quickly. "I...uhhh...pulled a muscle in my back earlier, and it hurts if you touch it." Dante blinked at you a few times before his bewildered expression melted into a grin. "Aw, is that all? I could massage it for you if you like." You forced a smile; sudden pangs of nausea were filling your stomach. "No thanks, Dante, I'll be fine." Dante frowned, sensing this behavior wasn't like you at all--you always enjoyed his massages because his hands were so strong. "You sure you're OK, Y/N? You're acting weird." You gagged; the sudden need to vomit overcoming you. Wordlessly, you raced to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet in time. Out came your breakfast, lunch, and last night's dinner, followed by an amalgamation of other substances you didn't want to recognize. Dante appeared around the corner, brow furrowed. "Y/N, are you sick?" You shook your head, sighing. If there was ever a time to tell him, it was now. "I'm not sick, Dante...I'm pregnant." Dante's blue eyes widened; his mouth dropped open in shock. "Wh-really?And...and the dad...is me?" You nodded miserably, feeling another wave of vomit coming. Still awed, Dante rushed forward and held your hair back while you regurgitated all that was in your stomach. After you'd been cleaned up and all that, you seated him on the couch and gave it to him straight. "Yes, Dante, you're the dad. I'm pregnant with your kid." Dante was amazed and overjoyed, but something about your tone didn't sit right with him. "Why do you sound so mad? Do...do you not want a kid?" He looked hurt, and disappointed, as if raising a child was something he'd longed for his entire life. "I do want a child...but I'm just...worried.." Dante gently took your hand in his, kissed it, and asked, "About what?" Before you could stop yourself, you'd burst into tears.

"I'm just worried you'll leave me like Vergil left Nero!" You ended up blurring out, while sobbing into his chest. "I don't want that for our kid! I want you to stay with me and have a family!" Dante was silent for a while, gently rubbing circles into you back while you cried and told him all your worries. Eventually, he pulled away, but only so he could wipe away the tears in your eyes and kiss your cheeks. "I won't leave. I'm not that old asshole, Y/N, just cause we look the same doesn't mean we'll act the same. I want to raise a family with you. I really do." He reached down and rubbed your belly. "I can't wait for this kid to get here, he's gonna be a badass just like his old man!" You laughed, nestling into his shoulder. "How do you know it'll be a boy? What if it's a girl?" Dante shrugged in response. "Then she'll be badass, like her old man, and probably'll be as pretty as her momma." You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "I sure hope so..."

♡ Pregnancy care headcannons ♡

-Carries you everywhere, even if your destination is just across the room.

-Sets up a nursery like 8 months ahead of time, claiming that he needs all the time he can get to decorate it to "suit the baby's tastes".

-Throws a huge (alcohol free) party at DMC and uses it as an excuse to dramatically announce your pregnancy.

-Can't stop rubbing it in his brother's face, as until recently, a child was one of the few things Vergil had that Dante didn't.

-Cooks the weirdest dishes (like spaghetti with chocolate sauce and omlettes with rice in them) but that's okay cause you so happen to be craving these weird foods.

-CUDDLES AND HUGS 24/7!

-Seriously cannot wait for this kid to be born, he has so many plans.

[witchthewriter]

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑰𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Paid story for @sardonic-the-writer.  Word Count: 1k Warnings: walkers, killing, killing walkers... mentions of violence, otherwise it’s pretty fluffy

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

The air was warm outside, Rick and the others were hard at work, sweating and grunting. They were building traps for Walkers. Animal traps really, but it was better than wasting bullets or having them get too close.

  You had just come back from helping Glenn on a run. Supplies had been low for a while, so it was time for you him to go back out. However, you had gotten close to the soft-hearted man. His friendliness wasn’t a ploy, or a mask. Glenn was genuine.

   So, it was hard to leave his side. Because everyone else seemed too … off … or rather, mysterious. Like they had shadows and deep regrets that didn’t make them trustworthy in their core. Except for Glenn and … Daryl.

  You had a crush on the red neck ever since you came with Rick’s group to Hershel’s farm.

 Your fondness started when you realised just how much passion he had for trying to find Sophia. It was admirable.

  But your beginnings weren’t kind.

Eight, your German Shephard ran the dirt road back to the farm, barking happily as he saw Daryl. They too didn’t have a very good beginning.

   The old factory had been run down for years before the time of the Walkers. And being homeless before that made it easy to survive in this new world. It had been your home for a year; sleeping in a hammock, eating out of canned soup and at times, stealing from venders. Eight had always been a good companion. A good look out, and an even better fighter.

   When Rick’s group had found you, it was his decision to take you with them. Shane and Daryl were firmly against it, while Glenn, T-Dogg and the rest were in the green.

  And that’s how you came to be here. The farm wasn’t a bad place to be, a hundred times better than the factory. One of your favourite things was watching Eight run around the open fields, his tongue flapping, tail wagging. It was one of the things that made both you and Daryl smile. Although, whenever someone noticed Daryl smiling his instant response was to drop it.

     “Find anything good?” Maggie came up beside you, throwing the pack over her shoulder and lugging it into the house. You and Glenn followed, each carrying your own bags of plunder.

  “We found a few knives, a packet of cigarettes, dog food, for Shane –“ You interjected, and Glenn snorted in response.

 The floorboards creaked as you walked up the steps, and the front door squeaked in greeting. These were one of the few noises you had gotten used to; everything else made you jump.

    Unloading on the wooden kitchen table, you put everything into piles. Important, and then the rest. And then subcategories because you couldn’t help yourself. It was one of your autistic traits. The others didn’t mind, not one bit.

 Maggie started putting the cans away, while Glenn put the bags back where they usually went. Everything had to go back to its usual place. In case of emergencies – and just plain curtesy.

  You sat back and started taking inventory when the door swung open.

   “Hey Glenn we got a lot more than wha-“

You stopped talking as soon as you saw who it was. Not Glenn. But your greasy-haired crush, Mr Dixon.

  “Good run,” he stated, filing through the packets of bandages, bottles of pills and rubbing alcohol. 

“Sure was,” you said in a casual voice, pretending that your heart wasn’t thumping erratically.

   “Any Walkers?” you stole a glance at Daryl and his eyes flickered towards you, but only for a second.

“A few,” you answered remembering that you hadn’t looked in the mirror after coming back. There had been three of them; strays that were caught in different parts of the pharmacy. But with your knife and Glenn’s own weapon, you were fine.

  “You got some…here-“ Daryl went and wet a tea towel and came back over to you. Suspiciously, Maggie and Glenn hadn’t come back inside.

He knelt down beside you and wiped away dark Walker blood from your neck and face, making sure not to be too rough.

   “Must’a caught your cheek on something, It’s pretty scratched up.” You couldn’t make eye contact with him, especially not with the proximity. Being so close, you could smell the dirt, earth and sweat that emanated from Daryl. You didn’t mind it.

“Didn’t feel anything,” you replied lightly, shocked at his tenderness.

 Daryl had been slowly getting used to you, and after five months he had accepted you were part of the group, as well as Eight. His prior impressions had faded away until new ones emerged; you weren’t uptight like he thought you were, just quiet. Reserved. You kept to yourself. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like your sarcastic remarks.

 The dining room was quiet as Daryl wiped away the remaining blood and fixed up your cut. He’d been listening to Hershel talk to Lori about how to heal and had started to know his way around mending bodies. 

  “Thank you,” your words came out barely above a whisper.

In a gruff voice he replied, “you’re ah, welcome.”

  Getting up, he threw the tea towel in the dirty laundry and left the house, you could hear the front door swing shut.

 You shook your head in confusion, mere months ago he wanted you dead. He had been adamant that you weren’t an asset. That taking you on would be a liability. And now his hands were so tender as they cleaned your face. You could still feel the warm pressure, easing the headache that you didn’t know was coming on.

  Then you heard a voice whistled from behind you, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Daryl … be so nice,” Glenn’s smirk made you blush. Well, blush even harder. Your cheeks already felt hot to the touch.

   “He was just…I-“ You couldn’t explain it because you didn’t really understand it fully yourself. Was it just politeness? Friendship? An olive branch?  

 Or was it something…more?

[alpaca-clouds]

Electric Cars Suck

There is some irony in how things turned out, right? Like eight years ago or so it was mostly the left who was like: "We need more electro mobility!" And the people on the right were like: "Noooo! We need our gas guzzlers that go VROOOOOM!" And somehow now the people on the right buy their stupid cybertrucks, while the people on the left have in large numbers converted to: "Actually, all cars fucking suck."

And hey, that's me. I am in that story. Because actually, all cars fucking suck!

But let's be a bit more serious: The main issue with cars is not even the CO2, the fine particles, or the microplastics they generate. (Yes, most microplastics in the environment originate with cars!) The main issue is, that we live in a car-centric society, that is so very much inaccessible for anyone who does not have a car.

And let's be honest here: In this regard I am complaining as someone with a lot of things going for me: I live in Germany and I live in a city here. We have actually somewhat working public transport, and even my physically disabled ass is capable of reaching the next super market, pharmacy, doctor's office and library within 5 minutes on foot. Sure, due to a lack of bus drivers (which again is due to a lack of proper payment for said bus drivers) they cut some of the bus lines here, making the time I need to get to the next hospital go up by a good chunk, but... What I am saying is: Hey, I am at least not living in the USA, where it is basically impossible to get around in a lot of places when you have no car, because the infrastructure is just so bloody car-centric.

And that is the reason why cars just suck so darn much. Because they need all that infrastructure that makes it harder for everyone to get around.

And the double issue with that is, that some people will still need cars no matter what, even if we try to improve that. I spoke about it before: Some disabled people will always need cars to get around, because they just do not have an alternative due to a variety of reasons. And some services (like ambulances, fire fighters and so on) will also just need cars. Which taken together means that we need to maintain some infrastructure.

Generally speaking I feel, a lot of folks within the Solarpunk scene do underestimate this issue, too. Especially in concern to the USA, Canada and some other colonizer cities in the global south, that have been created very much with cars in mind.

In Europe, most cities have been created with horse drawn carriages in mind and people who walk on foot. Sure, they have been retrofitted to allow for cars, but that retrofitting can easily be toned down in a way that would allow those cars that are needed to pass through, but allow the areas to be used otherwise. (I mean, we have several cities here were you can still see that the city originally has been build by Romans some 2000 years ago, because the city map features certain Roman city planning styles.) It is not really so hard to turn those cities into 15-minute-cities again.

But in the US? In the US a lot of the cities have always been constructed with the car in mind, and the entire street plan is organized around the car. Lots of wide streets. Lots of parking lots. Lots of other facilities that are needed for cars. Sure, you can reuse some of the space. But that does not negate the fact that everything has this wide sprawl that makes it a lot harder to get around. And that really is a problem if someone tried to make 15-minute-cities here. Because frankly... In some areas there just would not be another way but to just tear it all down to rethink city planning once more.

Like, sure, in the city cores it is not that much of an issue. Turning Manhatten into a 15-minute-city is not the issue. But the wider area of New York city? Eh... And in other cities it is worse, of course.

And yeah, those issues - the stupid infrastructure cars need... It is still the same, no matter whether the car goes VROOOOOOM or BZZZT.

[vminizzle]

SERIES || Hope - jjk

Part 8 : mixed feelings

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff, angst

warnings : making out, teasing, marking, reader is really needy, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, bestfriend!jimin

words count : 2.4K

A/N : Way too short, but wanted to post something to continue the series a bit. Sorry for making you wait for this. I will try to do better with the next chapter. Just wanna let y'all know that I'm still working on sweet lips 2. Love you guys. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH! Have a great day <3

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M RATED

You opened the front door, throwing your car keys on the nearest table mindlessly, putting your bag and pharmacy's bag on it too.

“hey.” you heard Jungkook approaching you, a worried expression painted all over his face.

“where were you? It’s late, I tried calling you many time but you didn’t answer. I even called Jimin to ask him if he knew where you were.” 

“hi, I’m so sorry.” you walked to him tiredly before hugging him tightly.

“my phone dead.” you muttered against his strong chest.

“I was worried.” he caressed your back, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, it wasn’t my intention.” a pout made its way on your lips making him shake his head a bit.

“It’s ok now, you’re here hm.” he reassured as he looked down at you with a cute smile.

“did you eat yet?” he asked, stroking your cheek gently making your shake your head no.

“and you?”

“I was waiting for you.” he flicked your forehead making you whine.

He looked so attractive tonight. He was still wearing his white shirt, three buttons undone, meant that he didn’t showered yet.

You noticed his laptop and a few papers laying on the couch - he was definitely still working.

“what do you want to eat?” he tilted his head to the side, waking you up from your thoughts, waiting for an answer as you stared at him silently.

“you.” you replied taking him aback as he opened his mouth nothing coming out of it.

“that’s so.. you’re so bold these days.” Jungkook finally said after a few seconds.

You turned your head to the side, avoiding his eyes as you started feeling embarrassed. Your change of behavior surprising him as much as you. You weren’t the type to ignite or ask for sex, you’d just hint that you were needy but nothing else. These days, you were feeling horny at any moment and very often. You kind of dislike it a bit.

“And I like it.” he said making you face him again, not expecting these words.

“I need you.“ you whispered tiredly.

“right now? baby you seem tired, we can-.”

“right now.” you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck surprising him as you pulled him down to capture his lips in a eager kiss.

He kissed you back with the same energy, getting turned on easily by your behaviour.

Jungkook bent his knees down, hands sliding down behind your thighs to lift you up.

You wrapped your legs around his thin waist, as he pinned you to the nearest wall not breaking the kiss.

“darling, you sure you’re not too tired?”

“Jungkook, please.” you whined making him let a breathy laugh pass by his lips.

“fine, fine.”

You cupped his cheeks, connected your lips again as he started walking to the living room, placing you on the edge of the table.

Spreading your legs, you pulled on his belt closing the gape between your bodies, feeling his boner against your covered core.

“you look so good today.” you murmured against his neck, as you placed little kisses on the spot near his pretty mole.

“I should be the one saying that. Look at you.” he breathed out, hands sliding over your bare thighs.

You sucked on his sweet spot earning a soft moan from your husband.

Jungkook watched down as your hands worked on his belt, unbuckling it quickly.

“Calm down princess, I’m not gonna disappear.” he teased helping you push his pants down revealing his confined erection.

His hands went down to the hem of your dress, pulling the soft material up your head.

“damn, you’re so.. ethereal.” his eyes wandered over your beautiful body.

“stop it, Koo.” you tugged on the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons impatiently.

“stop playing, I need you so bad.” you whined, making him stopped for a few seconds.

You were so needy these days, it was unbelievable.

“fuck me please.” you grabbed on his forearms pulling him even more closer. Your “vulgar” words enough to excite him more than ever.

“If that’s what you want. You know I’d anything for you, my love.” he cupped your cheeks, connecting his lips with yours.

You grabbed him by the nape of his neck pulling him on you, his hands sliding down your naked waist.

He pushed his boxer down his strong thighs, before pulling your panties to the side, two of his digits sliding between your glistening lips.

“gosh you’re dripping baby.” he nibbled on your earlobe making you whimper.

“Jungkook stop teasing please.”

You wrapped your leg around him, as he grabbed on the base of his cock, teasing your core as he slid the tip between your wet lips.

“just put it in already please.” you bit on your lip impatiently when he slapped the head of his cock on your throbbing clit.

Jungkook looked into your eyes as he aligned himself at your entrance, penetrating you carefully.

“fuck yes.” you let out a deep breath, you could feel the vein on the side of his erection brushing against your walls as he moved slowly.

He pressed kisses on your jawline, his lips travelling down to your cleaverage.

“fuck, you feel so good.”

He rolled his hips sensually before slamming into you hard making you moan out loudly, hands flying to his hair.

You ran your fingers through his long black locks, as he sucked on your sweet spot, making you close your eyes as you concentrate on the feeling of his tongue sliding over your burning skin.

Jungkook raised your left leg up his hip, angling himself to hit deeper inside you.

“don't stop baby right- right there!” you cried out.

His grip on your thigh tighter as he started pounding inside you, doing his best to satisfy your needs -- and his, obviously.

"fuck yes! yes! yes just like that oh my-" you moaned, words useless at this point as one of your hand gripped on the edge of the table for support.

Everything around you was long forgotten as you only focus on Jungkook. The vein of his neck prominent as he groaned when you kept on clenching around him, the pressure around his cock making him go insane.

“you're driving me crazy baby." he breathed out as he pushed stands of hair out of your face.

You squeezed his bicep as a sudden wave of pleasure washed over you as he hit on your g-spot, trail of goosebumps raising on your skin.

“ah yes yes! Jungkook! I’m so fucking close please.” you felt your thighs shaking slightly.

“Don’t stop!” warm tears sliding down your cheeks as he kept on abusing that special spot that could make you see stars.

His name left your mouth with a loud moan as you came, essence coating him, dripping down his cock.

“shit! I’m coming.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as your walls tightened around him, pushing him over the edge as he came inside you, warm cum filling you up to the brim.

You sighed pleasantly when he rest his forehead on your chest, panting heavily as you caressed his back gently.

“I love you.” you hummed out exhausted.

Jungkook smiled against your skin, before leaving a so soft peck on the sweaty skin of your neck.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

You cupped his cheek gently, looking deep into his doe eyes, a sudden thought making you gulp.

“Jungkook.” you started hesitantly making him hummed, his hands caressing your tights to soother you a bit.

“I.. I… aren’t you sleepy?”

“a bit but I’m hungry right now.” he pursed his lips before stretching his arms. 

“aren’t you?”

“not really. I’m… well I’m exhausted, I’ll just… go take a bath and sleep.” you avoided his eyes, pushing him a little back, hinting that you wanted to get off the table.

You whimpered softly as Jungkook pulled out slowly, fixing your panties back quickly, so you won’t make a mess on the edge of the table.

“you sure? you should eat something darling.” he helped you get off the piece of furniture, holding your hips securely.

You just nodded before pecking his cheek, disappearing upstairs to the bathroom.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, a bit confused before walking to the kitchen, his tummy growling for food. 

_

You let the water run down your body, soothing your tensed muscles a bit.

You felt stressed.

You just had a - blissful-  moment with your husband, why were you feeling that way suddenly? You hated that feeling…

Was it fear, perhaps? 

You closed your eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek, hands coming to your front to hug yourself, a way of trying to comfort yourself.

You couldn’t say it to Jungkook.

Not now.

—

Later that night, Jungkook joined you to bed, noticing you were already asleep.

Sighing, he brushed your hair back from your face, leaving a light kiss on your cheek.

He wanted to ask about your day. He assumed you went to the doctor earlier since he noticed the pharmacy bag you left on the table at the entrance.

Draping an arm around your front, your husband pulled your body closer to his. His warmth engulfing you comfortably. 

_

Sunday 8th Dec.

You were eating breakfast, when Jungkook widen his eyes, with a loud “hmm” catching your attention.

“What is it?” 

“Hmm.. I wanted to ask-” he munched on his pancake quickly swallowing the delicious food.

“Last night. I noticed you came back home with a pharmacy bag. Did you see Doctor Kang yesterday?  If I remember well, it’s been a week or so since we went to visit him. Did he get your results?”  he kept on questioning, as you froze.

“I.. well about that.” you gulped your juice, thinking about bunch of excuses you can use.

You disliked lying.

Actually, you hated lying to your husband.

“You were right! Low iron.” you cleared your voice, looking down your plate to avoid his eyes.

“Ahhh see! I told you. So the little boxes in the bag are for that?” he took another bite of his pancake.

“hm.. yea.” you nodded, forcing a smile.

“I also noticed he gave you vitamins too.” he pointed out making you nod again.

“Sorry, I checked out what you bought without asking you first, but I was kinda.. worried? So I wanted to make sure you were fine by looking what were inside.” he apologized genuinely feeling bad.

“No please don’t apologize babe.”

“Thank you for worrying.” you sent him a small smile.

_

Thursday 13th Dec.

[ at the office ]

Jungkook let a out a loud sigh, thinking about you as he pushed his laptop away further on his desk.

He couldn't concentrate, he was a bit worried about you.

These days you were acting weird.

Either you were clingy to him, and don’t get him wrong he loved it, but sometimes you were distant and he hated it. You would stay quiet and speak only when he talked to you.

What’s wrong with you?

Did you have a problem? 

Do you have problem at work? Is someone annoying or persecuting you? 

Did something happen?

“Did I do something?” he asked himself, eyebrows furrowed as he keep on thinking.

Jungkook tried approaching you, asking if everything was fine but you would always say that everything is alright. No further details.

_

You were sat on the old wooden bench of the park near your work place, ice cream started melting in your hand as you just stare at it dripping down the ground. 

“What’s the matter?” your best friend laid his hand on your shoulder turning you to face him. 

“Jimin… I went to the doctor last week.”

“Oh, is it for your results or something like that?” he tilted his head to the side as you nod.

“Then why are you doing that face? About the results? What did he say?” he asked unsure of how to ask.

Explaining everything to Jimin, he just nodded listening attentively to you.

Grabbing your hand gently in his, his thumb caressing the back of it to reassure you a bit. He wasn’t sure of how to say what he wanted to say. He didn’t want to upset you or anything.

One thing he knew, he wanted to be there for you.

“I’m scared Jimin..” you whispered out, tears gathering in your eyes.

“aw no baby don’t cry. I’m here, please don’t cry.” he took you in his embrace immediately not liking seeing you in this state.

“Everything will be alright.. yea, it will be.” he caressed your back, closing his own eyes.

“I’ll be here for you. I’m here for you.” he continued.

“I’m so lost.” you hid your face in his neck, tears wetting his smooth skin.

“I don’t know what to do."

"I don’t know how to tell him. Should I even tell him?” you sniffed when Jimin back away a little to look at your face.

“well, y/n, he is your husband.” he let a chuckle escaped out his mouth.

“It’s Jungkook. Why are you so scared?” he wondered, even if he had an idea of why.

“Jimin, you know why...” you trailed out.

“I understand but you know him.”

“Exactly! I know him.”

“If you told me without any hesitations, why not to him?”

“You know it’s not the same.” you gulped.

“He is my husband. And you’re my best friend.” you explained making him roll his eyes.

“And you should say things like that to your husband first, not to your bestie. But I kinda feel flattered that you say things to me first." he flicked your forehead earning him a slap on his arm.

“It’s difficult.. I don’t want him to... y’know. It’s not the same. It’s so hard to not tell him, but it’s harder to tell him. I don’t know if you get me.” you groaned desperately, hands coming to cover your face.

“I get it.”

“But it’s important for you to let him know about your health and all.” his smiled faded a bit, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, thumbs gently whiping the tears away.

"how do you feel?" he asked with a soft smile.

"Honesty, I don't really know... I have mixed feelings."

"I can just imagine." he hummed with a little nod of his head.

“You know damn well you need him right now. You’ll need him.” 

“Just know that he will find out sooner or later.” he shrugged before stealing the already melted ice cream from your hands.

_

A/N : gosh it's been so long since I've updated this series. Sorry for this,, honestly I don't know what this is. It was a bit boring and simple. I will do better with the next update. Thanks for reading, have an amazing day guys <3

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Half-Lives Chapter 4

Read the full chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120073/chapters/121902058 The air conditioning in the CVS felt wonderful, and Danny relaxed a bit as he passed through the doors. He grabbed a hand-basket from the stack by the entrance, and snagged a bottle of soda as he went by the register. Roof running in the heat had made him thirsty. Then he went straight to the first aisle that looked like it might have a fan. He wasn’t going to walk out of here without one. He found them without too much trouble, and started looking at his options. He had been planning on going for the cheapest one earlier, but the money from the restaurant gave him more options. He could probably pick up a few other things while he was here too. He picked out a decent looking medium-ish sized fan. Small enough that he could carry it back via rooftop, but powerful enough to actually move some air. He also bought an extension cord with a power strip on it, because for some reason the apartment only had a few outlets, and they were all placed inconveniently. He’d never be able to set the thing up close enough to the bed to be usefull without it. After that, Danny wandered the store for a bit, looking for other things that might make the heat a bit less miserable. Any excuse to stay and enjoy the AC for a while. He grabbed an Ice cube tray, and a water bottle that he could take with him while roof running. A cheap set of extra washcloths. He remembered a trick that Mo- that he’d learned on a camping trip, to keep cool by draping a wet cloth over yourself. Sunblock, maybe? If he was going to be running around making deliveries in daylight he might need it, even in Gotham’s stupidly cloudy weather. It was sunny outside right now, though it was filtering through a miserable haze of pollution. Could he even get sunburn while he was invisible though? He was debating the practicality of a cool looking pair of sunglasses when the robbery started. He almost didn’t notice at first. He was standing in one of the aisles, a bit away from the entrance, when four men in ski-masks walked in the door. He definitely noticed when one of them fired a shot into the ceiling though. Danny flinched, slapping his hands over his ears and ducking down behind the shelf. The gunshot was loud. Ecto-guns didn't make that much noise. Several people screamed and Danny peered around the corner of his aisle. Two of the men were at the checkouts. One of them had a gun pointing at the cashiers, shouting at them while they opened the registers. The other hung back closer to the door, gun at the ready and watching both the store and the street. The other two were moving deeper into the building. One headed for the pharmacy, and the other was rounding up customers. Danny ducked back into the aisle, and ran for the back. He didn’t think he’d been spotted yet. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t use his powers in the store. Not with the camera’s watching everything. Even if he managed to get out of sight or escape out the back and go invisible, if he came back in and started beating up the crooks, it would be obvious something was happening. And if anyone mentioned that someone invisible had been in the store, and word got back to the wrong people, and they looked at the cameras, he was already on film from his time walking around shopping. He couldn’t just try fighting them either! He was stronger and faster than most humans, but if he managed to take them out it would just get him more attention. And that was if he didn't get shot. He’d never been shot with a normal gun before. He didn't know if it could kill him, but he… also didn't know if it couldn’t? If he went intangible the bullets would go right through him, but if he did get hit, he was pretty sure it would still hurt him badly. His ghost form was almost invincible unless he was exhausted or his core was damaged, but his human body had organs and he probably still needed them more or less intact. But, he couldn’t just do nothing. He made a decision. He ducked into the little bathroom at the back. His shopping basket, which he only now realized he’d been holding onto, got tossed aside, and he ducked into one of the stalls and locked it from the inside. If anyone asked, he’d be able to say he was hiding there from the robbers. It was even sort of true. He went invisible, then intangible, and slipped back out into the store. He couldn’t just beat them up or steal their weapons without being noticed, but maybe he could trip them, or distract them, or slow them down till the cops got here somehow. He had just floated up over the shelves to try getting a better look at things when several things happened very quickly. A child screamed. Danny’s ghost sense went off, icy cold and stronger than he’d felt it since he left Amity. Another gunshot rang out. The man by the door collapsed in a spray of blood.

And Danny was buried in a tidal wave of rage that wasn’t his. Full chapter on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120073/chapters/121902058