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xuchiya · 4 months

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need to know [j.yunho]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ I heard from a friend of a friend That dick was a ten out of ten ₊˚.༄

Yunho has been busy lately and you were not liking one bit of it. It has been weeks since you wanted to hang out with him and considering that he had been rejecting your invites; maybe it is time to spend some days without and let yourselves be on your own stories.

You can't blame Yunho for taking responsibility for his father's company so why would be a bad friend to him?

You dress up in less clothing for your stream much less by a short crop hoodie that shows a little of your cleavage then your tiny boxer shorts. A streamer of summer, that was your nickname given by your fans— Summer. You have always been a streamer for playing horror whether be a psychological or thrill chasing games, maybe sometimes by playing valorant.

You were at first called out for dressing way too– short nonetheless you explain that you tend to be really comfortable with playing in less clothing and people see your excellence in playing. You throw on anti-rad glasses before starting your stream, “What is up my dudes! It’s your streamer– Summer and we’ll continue playing Poppy Playtime!”

While waiting for the game to load, you read the comments, “Looking good as always … Thank you … Playing alone today? Yeah since they didn’t want to play this one. San is too scared … Where’s Yunho? Oh he’s currently busy— he’s been busy nowadays so I had to play this alone. “

After the chapter ended, you were left with a heart attack and sore throat from getting sudden jump scare but overall you enjoy the whole game, you look towards at the camera, “Well that is it for the chapter 2 since the chapter 3 will be out soon and …” glancing at the time to see that you have been playing for just an hour, “aye it’s still early. Do you guys want me to play or just talk with you guys?”

Some comments were saying to talk since it has been a while since you went live so you went with their request, “Okay okay I’ll answer some questions then …”

“Since when did I start playing? I think it was around 3 years ago that I started streaming through the gameplays? I was 14 when I started doing my gameplays …”

“You dance? Of course, Yeosang and Wooyoung are actually my classmates in a studio we enrolled in.”

“Where’s Yunho? Oh he’s at work, I’m little sad he has not been spending time with me like … Tell me your schedule, I got a lotta new tricks for you .. I’M KIDDING HAHAHA!”

“Do you like Doja Cat? Yes, a hundred percent yes, I’m a huge fan of hers speaking of that …” You opened your phone to show them your last song you listened to, “I swear this is my go to song when I’m feeling myself you know…” You chuckle showing them a hand gesture down to our body. Some of your fans ask you to play the song, some of them want you to sing or mouth the lyrics, you cackle at the last one.

“I can’t do that, it looks weird but we can still let this play and talk …” The music plays—affecting not only your fans, not you who is feeling the actual lyrics but the one who has been watching from their phone ever since you started streaming.

“Do you want to know a french word? Je suis excite.. Je suis excite, that means I’m excited right? Excite probably is exciting .. Am I right?” you said your eyes were widened a little bit, looking at the comment section for confirmation and you see some were saying yes, right and correct.

But little did you know, it meant something different else.

Their pants had made themselves quite uncomfortable, tight and suffocating as their eyes not only stare at your gameplay but at your display cleavage. As much as they tried to not to look like a pervert but how could he— He has desires that he tried to stir away; afraid to ruin your friendship but with you said those words as if telling him that you are horny. Adding to the fact you just said something along the line of having ‘tricks’.

“Ohmygosh I should go to sleep or Seonghwa-oppa would smack me in the head … I’ll see you guys soon.” You did your outro and the live ended.

Yunho tucked back his phone, walking inside your shared apartment. He and you were able to share an apartment under your brother’s permission since they both work for the same company and he did not mind as long as you both had an agreement or house rules settled.

Those words were a huge trigger to him as he had been evading your presence; as much as dumb it sounds, his dick can not cooperate with him. Whether you were in your hoodie or favourite pajamas, nothing beats when he wants you all for himself. Love you, praise you, worship you, choke you, dick you down—

“Oh yuyu!” You were startled when you exit your room to see Yunho leaning on the counter with a cold drink in his hand, his eyes landing on your figure and all his last string snap when you just walk in with your zipper open, exposing your tits out.

You tried to cover them last minute but Yunho was faster, grabbing your wrist, spinning you to pin you on his chest. He leaned down, voice gruff from the pain in his pants and overwhelming horniness spilling out of his body, “nice way to greet me … tits out? Do you walk around with this …” his other free hand ran up to your chest, playing with your nipple and giving it a squeeze, making you moan a little too loud but to Yunho's liking.

“I-I thought you won’t be home … fuck! “ Yunho breathy laugh, giving your other boob the same treatment but this time adding a slap on it, your back arching in the pain and pleasure making your ass brush up on his hard dick in his pants.

“Feel that? you’re the cause of it … now be a good girl for me and choke yourself on my cock.”

“F-fuck! … Yunho– Oh my God!” your face was red and sweaty from how many hours Yunho had you pinned down on your bed, taking you from behind; had his dick ramming himself back and forth, hitting every inch of your walls then his tip knocking at your cervix several times as if trying to reach a deeper part of you to bury his cum.

“You don’t know how long i wanted to fuck you so dumb that it makes me want to go faster and harder on you .. do you like that? Do you want me to keep hammering you down on this bed like a bitch on heat?” You never knew Yunho was into this kind of thing, rough and mouthy.

You were crying out of pleasure as Yunho drilled his cock deeper and deeper until you clench around him that had him smacking his (veiny) hands on your ass, “Yu-Yunho— eugh fuck– I’m gonna cum, gonna cum– !” Yunho continues slamming his hips as your eyes roll back as you reach your orgasm, creaming his dick and milking him dry. Yunho chuckles, wrapping one of his hands around your throat, pulling you closer, bottomless.

“You like that huh? You like it when I fuck you this hard?” You dive on the sheets, Yunho's pace persistent in making his dick wet and creamy on your puffy pussy. You look over your shoulders, engulfed in overwhelming bliss, you speak with assertive tone, “clap me, choke me, bite me Yunho.”

Yunho pulls out, leaving just the tip inside as he adjust his grip from your throat down to your hips, in spite of that he shoves back while you pulling back, “FUCK!” you cried, your fingers circling around his wrist, “Yu-yu — wait you’re going too fast.”

He shakes his head, his eyebrows arching, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “I haven’t cum yet and we can fuck all night baby.” He keep thrusting back and forth,leaning forward to grasp both of your nipples in his fingers, twisting, pulling them.

Your head swirling with so much euphoria that it sent electricity vibrating down your pussy as you were reaching your second orgasm quickly, this time a little different from the last one, long strings of ‘oh’ and ‘fuck’.

“Tell me baby, i need to know one thing …” He licks his lips, pressing you on his bare chest, continue to pound inside of you, almost nearing his climax, “come on baby, i didn’t fuck you that dumb did i? Now answer me.”

You were breathing hastily, orgasm around the corner but you know best that if you don’t speak now, Yunho won’t let you cum, “Wh-What is it?”

“Have you been fantasising about this one? Did someone tell you?” You nodded, your head moving swiftly, you felt his chest vibrate as he breathy laughs, “Yeah?

“ y-yes…”

“From who?”

Your throat clogged yet you oblique, moaning when his tip brushes on your cervix once again, your dignity slowly crashing but who could you blame? You were fantasising all of this for the longest time that you slipped out to one of your friends about your huge daydream to Yunho that one of your friends may or may not slip about him.

“I heard .. I heard from a friend of a friend … that your dick is better than their exes.” His hip halted, pulling out— groaning at the emptiness but you were taken back when Yunho pulled you off the bed and towards your balcony; your eyes widened as he pushes you the makeshift knitted lounge chair.

“Well one …” yunho’s lips brush on your ears warmly, “I have never met your friends …” He inserted himself back in, slamming back on your pussy, “And second well .. they’re not wrong.”

Yunho pace didn’t falter as he locked his arms on yours, your arms pulled on your back; your chest full on display, bouncing each time Yunho hammered back. Broken groans left Yunho and you were also reaching your climax, “Fuck yunho!”

“Take my cum like a good girl!” Your eyes were clouded in euphoria, feeling full as he spurted all his cum inside you, painting your walls white. Your hole clenches on his dick before gushes of your juice burst, wetting his dick and the lounge chair.

Yunho let go of your arms and replace his softening dick with his fingers, brushing them left and right as you squirt, your lips puckering

“Oh look at that, such a good girl. Keep squirting baby~” Yunho slaps, wipe your pussy letting you ride on your orgasm before he pulls away. Your knees gave out, thankfully Yunho caught you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and at the back of your knees. He leads you both to your bathroom, setting you on the cold marble tile of your sink.

Yunho settles you on the bathtub, warm water with bubbles of rose were floating on the water. You sigh contentedly, “Is this what I get for flashing you my boobs to you?”

He laughs, shaking his head as he settles at the other end of the tub, “You want a princess treatment?” His eyes watch you carefully, cheek flaring. You played with the foam bubbles, “If you don’t mind me being your girlfriend then yeah, I want a princess treatment.”

Yunho leans towards you, leaving a soft kiss on your lips, "Deal."

It was something you and Yunho had in common. Straightforwardness. Yet here you both are, in a situation you thought is just all in your head and fantasy.

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doki-doki-imagines · 1 month

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hello! I am the person who requested that reader with a cat who likes the boys a lot if u remember that request.

may I request (if ur not uncomfortable with it) some period comfort with an afab!reader (they/them pls) just taking care and helping reader with their period? if it's not too much can u also include reader sleeping a lot and craving lots of food (typical ik) and how reader just gets mad rlly easily.

characters: bi-han, syzoth, shang tsung, kenshi, raiden and liu kang

thank u and have a good day :) (smiling through the pain)

author note: I'm super late, but I suppose it's better than never. Hope you'll like these! Link to the cat post

Kenshi Takahashi: -He…He can smell when you are on your period. -Actually Kenshi can even tell when it is coming so he is always ready with food when it finally comes. -He tries to keep your pelvis warm and treat you softly since your body gets sore way more easily. -Kenshi goes a bit insane when you're ovulating, so now he is more calm and soft. -He'll try to make your mean comments slide, but it is hard for him, so it's better not to exaggerate, or Kenshi will snap back.

Raiden: -Really sweet and understand your needs. -But Raiden won't be a sticky boyfriend. He has work to do and won't take a day off. -When he finally understands how this period works for you, he will be prepared for the next one. -Your fave food? Check. Warm beverages? Check. Cover and 3 different kinds of movies to match your current mood? Check. -When Raiden gets home tho he is all for you. He likes to put you in his arms and draw circles on your hand, waiting for you to fall asleep on his chest. -Mean words are nothing to him. A king of taking the hit and making it slide off him.

Liu Kang: -"You bastard! Couldn't you erase menstruation while creating this world?" You whine into his arms, cramps making you curl in his body.

"Would you rather lay eggs, dear one?" Liu Kang replies, with a smile on his face, forefinger lifting your chin up to make you look into his brilliant eyes.

"You are just a meanie." You snap back, pushing his face away from yours, making a laughter blossom in his throat. -He tries not to make you eat too much junk food, but he'll back off when you look at him with fury in your eyes. -His body is better than any cover.

Bi-Han: -I'm sorry, but he would be pretty cold. -He was raised in a way that even if you were dying, you should take care of yourself without the help of anybody, so at max, he'll send your way a doctor. -Bi-Han has to work A LOT on being a normal human. He really doesn't know how to work around normal feelings that are outside his field of work. -And the future grandmaster lessons he has been given as a kid never focused on helping his partner out. It is already much that he decided who to be with. -Bi-Han probably knows very little about how menstruation works, mostly because they taught him not to care about other people and just think about how to be the perfect Lin Kuei's leader. -First work on making him act as a decent human, then Bi-Han will even make you a special tea to make your cramps less painful. -And if you look particularly pitiful he may snuck junk food too…

Syzoth: -The first time he saw you losing blood, he panicked because "Why are you losing blood?!?!" -After you explain how things work, Syzoth will let out a breath of relief. -Surprisingly, he understands pretty well that losing blood is a pain, so he doesn't mind following your order like a butler. -Syzoth is gonna snuggle under the covers with you, btw. -Not used to you being mean tho, even if he understands you aren't fine, he still takes those words personally.

Shang Tsung: -Actually, he'd make a potion to make your cramps fade. -But he doesn't do anything for nothing…are you ready to try his next experiments? Maybe the potion isn't as safe as he says. -Shang Tsung satisfies your cravings, but don't nag too much, or he'll get annoyed. -Also, don't be mean, or he will snap back, then you'll start to cry, and actually Shang Tsung has a weakness: your tears. Then he'll have to try to make you stop, but sadly, another mean word slips…it's an endless cycle that makes him think just "Hope this will end soon."

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ermegtei · 2 years

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❝orange sheets❞

៚ tighnari, kazuha, xiao, albedo

ᝰ mornings with genshin boys ☆

꒦꒷ i had a fun time writing this so i wanted to share it ;) UNEDITED pls ignore my mistakes i'll fix it later <;/3

tighnari loves admiring your sleeping face.

perhaps it's the drool that's rolling down your chin. or your rosy cheeks, likely due to you sleeping under the blanket. either way, you're adorable. he could just look at your face for hours and hours until you wake up—ah... you woke up already.

then come on, get ready with tighnari.

he smooches you, seperating with a pop!. a small groan escapes your throat from the sunlight peeking through the curtains.

"you wanna get up?" a slow nod was all he needed to push down the blanket and hop off of the bed, scrunching his nose as he stretched his sore muscles.

despite the walk to the bathroom being very shot, you still held hands, intertwining your fingers with his. you missed him, even in your slumber.

getting up early together was uncommon. one of you wakes up earlier than the other and leaves for lecture while the other... well yknow.

you sat on the toilet, rubbing your eyes since you were still groggy from the deep sleep you had. you hadn't slept like this for a while. was it because you didn't have to force yourself up from the alarm or was it because you rested well in his arms?

your thoughts were interrupted from your red pucca toothbrush in your face with toothpaste on it. ah, you forgot you left your toothbrush at his home.

you lazily took it from his hand as you glanced up to see him with his garu toothbrush in his mouth, a smile decorating his face at your droopy eyes.

in each others eyes, you both looked like love itself.

you put your toothbrush in your mouth but you didn't make an effort to actually brush your teeth, just letting it stay there, resting on your tongue while a few drops of water dripped onto your face from tighnari rinsing his mouth.

he wiped his hands with your shared pink towel and with a raised eyebrow, he asked—

"aren't you gonna brush your teeth?"

"i'm.. tired." despite the satisfying sleep you still couldn't move your arms.

he crossed his arms, an amused look on his face as he watched you sit still, perhaps hoping for something.

"you're not a kid anymore." he grumbled, crouching down infront of you as he pushed your bangs out of your face before grabbing the toothbrush, holding it in a position comfortable for both of you.

he let out an ahh as if telling you to open your mouth, so you did.

kazuha is... confusing.

he's both a heavy sleeper and a very light sleeper.

sometimes he wakes up at the asscrack of dawn because you sleeptalked a bit. sometimes you could be laying on top of him, suffocating him and he would still be sleeping like a bear.

and today was one of those bear days as you called it.

it was 12:56am. though not very late, you woke up hours ago and you were incredibly bored so you tried doing many things to wake him up.

you poked his cheek, gave it a few hard slaps, even tugged on his hair and gave him cpr because you were starting to get concerned for your boyfriend who didn't move a single muscle during these long dreadful hours.

you hoped these would've woke him since you didn't wanna exactly shake him awake but it did little to nothing so you gave up, pouting and slowly facing the other way to leave kazuha alone and maybe get a bit of sleep yourself.

and it seems your tiny movement was the stupid thing to finally wake him up.

you almost wanted to call him aurora, not because he was sleeping as much so much but because he was as beautiful as her.

the lazy smile when he saw your face set butterflies in your tummy, the feeling still pulling at your heart strings despite how long you have being dating him.

"have you been waiting long, my love?" he asked despite the answer basically written on your face in bold.

"i've waited like,,, an eternity. now let's get up please." you pulled him up despite his protests to lay down a bit and cuddle. (you almost wanted to but held back hehe)

with a loving gaze and a lazy grin, kazuha managed to get you to sit infront of him on the couch as you scratched your head a bit before shifting into a position that's easy for him to brush your hair.

he loves your hair, short or long.

he gently brushed the knots, chuckling a bit at your ouch!-s.

moments like these make you appreciate how simple and calm he is.

trying to heal someone who doesn't want to be healed is gonna end with you being hurt, they said.

but they didn't know anything.

they didn't know how he watched over you, his healer.

you slept rather late so it was obvious you were gonna wake up late too. but that was fine with xiao, who couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried.

he didn't want to burden you and interrupt you from your dreams so he sat next to you, lap covered with the blanket.

when you would talk his ears off or just cling onto him, he didn't have time to think about anything other than you. but with the room being completely silent and your soft breathes barely reaching his ears, he could only think about the future.

his future.

would you guys still be together in a few years, or would you finally realize how unworthy he is?

would you guys marry? or maybe even—

"g'morning..." your quiet voice startled him a bit. he turned to look at you and saw your left eye open while the other was closed, still trying to get used to the bright light from above you two.

"a-ah, i'll turn it off-" when he was about to pul off the sheets you quickly gripped his forearm, slightly squeezing to feel his soft skin.

"sleep." you only let out before pulling the covers over you two, holding his waist tightly as if you guys weren't close enough already...

it made xiao almost a bit jealous at how easily you were able to doze off but letting out a small sigh, he closed his eyes while holding your head to his chest.

what he said about not being able to sleep no matter what... might've been wrong, proven by you ♡

albedo was so used to pulling all-nighters, he could go days without sleeping until his body HAS to shut down.

you had a breakdown last night, sobbing into your arms, fat teardrops falling onto the table like a river. you had to finish this assignment by 6am in the morning, random timing but that's what your professor said.

you hadn't slept the other day so it was already taking a toll on your body but your assignment wasn't even close to finishing. your hands shook as your fingers messily tap tap tap!-ed on the keyboard.

your grades on this class was not so good and your professor gave you chance to get extra points but you still couldn't do it.

filled with frustration, your blurred vision failed to notice your boyfriend walking into the room with concerned eyes.

all you could remember was him rubbing your back and placing soft kisses on your forehead while you weeped into his hoodie. but as your cries turned into soft hiccups, he talked you into laying down.

you knew you shouldn't have but hearing his voice begging you to rest was just enough to soothe you to sleep.

a disappointed sigh left your lips as the horrifying image of a big red F lingered into your mind.

too late now, you could smell a sweet smell coming from the kitchen and a smile unconsciously made its way onto your face.

quickly jumping up, you made your way over to albedo, placing your hands on his hips and squeezing as a 'surprise!'

despite you being behind him, you knew he was smirking.

"you okay?" he turned around to rub your bare arms, his hands that was usually covered in gloves, also bare. his soft palms felt like feather tickling your arm.

you nodded, a soft smile painted over both of your faces. though you thought he looked like a sculpture compared to you

he turned his gaze to the table and raised his eyebrows, an indication to go sit down and so you obeyed.

when you sat down your eyes shifted to your laptop, the memories from yesterday tugging the corner of your lips down.

but the kiss on your eyelid and the plate of breakfast albedo made for you erased the thoughts like a breeze.

"i'll be back soon, okay? eat well and take bath." though his caring self made your eyes turn into hearts, the first part of his sentence also made the frown appear again.

a low hearted laugh escaped hid throat but he rubbed his thumb on your hand before walking to the door and putting on his shoes.

as soon as the sound of the door closing rang in your ears, something in you was telling you to check out your assignment one more time, even if it was 10am now.

you don't know what you expected but your lips parted and your eyes glistened at the screen.

"Assignment sent.

5:59am @______"

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Sick for You (Vivianne Miedema x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️throwing up⚠️

a/n: very short fic but it’s based off this request here

prompt: in which reader is sick and viv takes care of her.

There was literally nothing worse than being sick. You hated it. You hated the sweat that made your hair stick to your face, and the stuffy nose that had you breathing loudly and blowing your nose over and over even though you knew there was nothing to be done. You despised the sore throat and the pain of swallowing as well as the repulse you had towards food. But man, there was nothing worse than throwing up. Nothing worse than the taste, the movement of it all, the smell and the energy it took out of you. And when you woke up Monday morning at the crack of dawn feeling like everything bad in the world had been transferred into your body, you knew exactly what the next couple of days were gonna feel like. Partly because you had a radar for this stuff and partly because the taste of vomit was slowly filling your mouth.

You jumped out of bed, throwing the covers off of you and rushing to the washroom connected to your shared bedroom with Viv. You barely reached the toilet, for once thankful for Vivianne's bad habit of never closing the seat. And then you threw up. It made you want to cry. You hated it. Not only the actual motion of throwing up but the helplessness that came with it.

You parents weren’t exactly… bad they were just absent. And when you used to get sick as a kid, they would get mad. You vividly remembered a time where you accidentally threw up on the floor and got yelled at.

And the fact that you and Vivianne had only been dating for 3 months made it all more scary. What if she was repulsed by you? What if she left? But come now, it was Viv after all.

The dutchie got up the second she heard the sounds of vomiting. She was on her feet and in the bathroom as quickly as humanly possible. “Y/n! Oh my god,” she said, her hair a mess, her eyes wide awake for someone who had been in a deep sleep seconds before. “I’m sorry,” you croaked before throwing up in the bowl again. Viv was quick to catch your loose hair and hold it out of the way, one hand on your hair, the other one slipped under your shirt and rubbing your back soothingly. “Do not apologize. There is nothing to be sorry for baby. You’re sick and I’m here,” she said kindly. You stopped the retching a few minutes after, leaning against the bathroom wall and looking at her with puppy eyes. “I’ll call in sick for both of us, let me get my phone,” she said, leaving the room to get her phone but not before kissing your forehead lovingly.

You leaned your head back on the wall, breathing out shakily but relieved Viv wasn't mad.

Your girlfriend walked back in a couple minutes later. “Let’s go back to bed,” she said softly. But before you could stand up, she put her arms under your legs and picked you right off the ground. “Viv!” you said, letting out a small laugh of surprise. She had made the bed, knowing how much you liked a made bed, and so she let you down on the covers before pulling them out from under you and placing them over you. “I don’t know what to do. I always cook for people when they feel sick but whatever I make you’ll throw right back up,” she said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “I’ll tell you what you can do, you can lie back down in bed with me, turn on the TV and put on a movie,” you said to her, patting the spot beside you. She smiled at you widely before basically throwing herself on to the bed like a child. “Ah! Do not do that, you'll make me throw up again!” you groaned. “Right, sorry,” Vivianne said quickly.

She lied her head on your chest as if you did, your nose would get even more plugged, and as she laid there, she trailed kisses along your collarbones, distracting you from the movie. "Aren’t you scared of getting sick?" you said to her, passing your fingers through her loose hair. "Mhm, well if i’m sick then you’ll take care of me, and that doesn’t sound half bad."

What was half bad was when you woke up from your nap halfway through the second Hunger Games movie with the worse nausea yet. You sat up quickly and tried to get out of bed but the second you were on your feet you threw up.

Never had you felt more helpless. Puke on the floor and on your legs, you wanted to die. Vivianne wasn’t in the room, having probably retreated to the kitchen to make herself food. So, you hurried to the washroom, coughed up a bit more vomit in the sink and then grabbed as much TP as you could at once. But by the time you were back in the bedroom, Vivianne had opened the door and walked into the bedroom. "Oh baby," she said gently, walking up to you and trying to grab the TP. "Stop it. Stop please don’t pity me just le me clean it up," you pleaded with her, pulling away from her.

"Hey, you don’t have to do this yourself. It’s okay. Your sick, you didn’t ask to be sick but i’m asking you to let me help you. I know… you’re used to doing things yourself and being independent but right now you’re going to please go into the washroom and undress as i clean this up and then you’re gonna shower to get that-" she gestured to the vomit on you, "-off of you,"

You didn’t notice your eyes tearing up and when you opened your mouth your girlfriend cut you off again. "And do not dare apologize again," she said.

You closed your mouth swiftly.

However you did as she said. You gave her the TP and then walked into the washroom. You opened the shower, setting the temperature to cold like you liked it. You then pulled off your big baggy tee shirts and your adidas shorts followed by your underwear.

You stepped into the glass shower, letting your head fall backwards to appreciate the coldness of the water falling down your body. You made quick work of shampooing your hair and at the conditioning stage, Vivianne walked in. She headed to the sink and washed her hands, not looking at herself in the mirror, looking at you instead.

You smiled at her and she then sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, watching you. "Even when you’re sick you look beautiful," she said to you, tracing your body with her eyes before laying her gaze on your sunken eyes. "Sure," you laughed over the sound of the water, scrubbing your body clean. "I mean it, y/n. You’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen," she repeated. You closed the water and then stepped out of the shower, not caring about the water dripping all over the floor. "Can I kiss you?" you asked her, standing in front of her. "You can always kiss me," she said gently, rubbing her hands on your hip bone. "Yeah but i’m sick," you said, putting your hands on the side of her face. "Just kiss me," she said.

You leaned down, connecting your lips together and closing your eyes, thankful for her.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #vivianne miedema

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 11 months

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Back with another chapter that actually gave me such a headache to edit, you have no idea how much I cut from this. Mostly filler here, nothing terribly important, just buildup.

[Psst, @itsberrydreemurstuff, I saved you a seat :) I dunno if this is what a taglist is supposed to look like, but now you've got a front row ticket]

(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3)

Now, on with the show!

Word Count: 1,754

You wake up and immediately regret it when a headache hits you like a dump truck. You make no move to sit up just yet, debating on whether or not you really need to go to work today. Your stuffy nose and sore throat certainly aren’t helping your argument.

As usual, the pep-talk does absolutely nothing, but you find yourself sitting up anyways, wincing at the jolt that runs through your spine at the movement. You ignore it and hobble to the kitchen cabinet on legs too weak to stand.

O-kay, maybe this wasn’t just a light cold.

It’s fine, you tell yourself, leaning on the countertop and squinting at the labels on pill bottles before finding what you need. It’s all fine. I’ll just get some meds and head out.

You heat up a glass of milk and mix in a dollop of butter and honey before downing it, feeling the swelling in your throat start to go down. Some Tylenol and cough medicine helps combat whatever’s attacking your immune system for the time being. You stuff the meds in your bag, along with tissues and another book that you pray Moon won’t destroy and an extra pair of work clothes, just in case. You throw in your laptop at the last second, and head out the door, driving over to the plex.

You slide your badge over the scanner, clocking in and heading straight for the Daycare. The mental countdown begins.

You head straight for the desk after bidding a good morning to a room seemingly devoid of its Attendant. You doubt they aren’t here, though. They’re probably around somewhere hanging from the rafters or disinfecting the play structure for the umpteenth time. Sun does it often. (You’d offered to leave him something to do after hours once, when you were starting out. He did not appreciate the gesture, accusing you of prying into his business and reminding you to mind your own.) The faint jingle of bells gives him away. They both tended to dismiss your greetings and attempts at conversation without response. That was okay though. You’d been told before that you were sometimes a bit too much oblivious as to when the right time to converse was.

You set your bag down beside you and pull out your laptop. You had to send an email to management about yesterday, not to mention the request for maintenance on the Daycare Attendant. You’d noticed they moved more stiffly as of late. Maybe a joint problem? You did have the qualifications to work on them yourself, but they didn’t seem to like that idea last time. You’d worked on other animatronics before, though. Mostly STAFFbots who didn’t have the time for Parts & Service, but also that one time when Monty’s endo bugged out. He’d nearly killed you after you replaced it and booted him up, making it adamantly clear that you would do better to get someone more qualified to do it should it happen again, which was fair enough, considering that you didn’t have too much experience in the field. You briefly recall the bruises on your arms when he’d grabbed you.

Right, the list. Email management, request maintenance…you consider calling your brother during lunch, let him know he might have to pick you up if you get worse. You decide against it. He has enough on his plate, he shouldn't have to worry about you. Besides, you could survive the day. It was a little cold, that’s all, it would pass and you’d be fine. You could take nap time off for lunch if it got that bad. You hadn’t exactly eaten much the last few days, and the worst Moon could do is take your stuff.

You start typing up your report, leaving out little bits of interaction with the Attendants and instead focusing on the children. As usual, the kids were all tended to without issue and the Daycare was spick and span, wholly worthy of its five-star review. It was fine. All fine. You finish, eying the word count and praying that Management would care to read at least a quarter of it before hitting send and pulling up a separate email.

Having submitted the most pressing issues, you close your laptop and stretch. Welp. Might as well see what else there is to do. You walk through the open space, spotting no messes thanks to Sun’s obsessive cleaning. You peered into the arts and crafts bin, noting the dwindling piles of materials. You’d need to order more. Now that you thought about it, the cleaning supplies would probably need to be replenished as well with how frequently your coworkers ran through them.

Restocking aside, you move on, making a mental to-do list as you go. You might as well bring a few more children’s books while you were at it, you were more than willing to donate yours from your youth. And you’d have to take out that sewing kit of yours, the stuffies and pillows were starting to wear down and rip again. Maybe you’d do well to buy new ones…

You mull through everything you’d have to take stock of, leaning against the wall and duly noting the pain that lingered in your legs. Nothing to worry about, you’d go home if you were actually hurt. Sun was lurking around here somewhere, it wouldn’t do well to be so dramatic over nothing when you had a job to do. You push yourself off the wall and stand back up, straightening your legs to keep your footing even. You could make it a couple hours, you would see this through.

You check the clock again. 20 minutes until opening. You wrack your brain for something else to do, reluctantly grabbing a binder of one of the taller shelves and returning to the desk. It was high time you reviewed the schedule for the month. Not the most entertaining task, but you’d learned that work wasn’t supposed to be fun.

You open it up and skim the contents briefly. Meal plans, activities, compacted schedules…that one made you raise a brow. Apparently a field trip was to be held some time later this month to see the GlamRock’s performance. And since Sun couldn’t leave the Daycare, and you were required to be present…

You inhale and shut your eyes for a moment, half-aware of your hands gesturing in the ‘bruh’ meme fashion before raking through your hair.

Fantastic. Wonderful. You’d be chaperoning with Moon. Peachy.

You want to find the nearest ditch to crawl into and die in.

No matter. It would be fine. He’d probably be too focused on the children to torment you.

(You knew that wouldn’t stop him. He wasn’t like Sun, who ignored you entirely-he’d find a way to make you suffer.)

You shake off the knot beginning to form in your stomach and snap the binder shut, placing it back in its spot. Your vision blurs for a moment before you for the two sets of jungle gyms back into one and rub your eyes. There’s a knock on the door, marking the official start of the day.

“I’ll get it!” you call out to the supposedly empty daycare, hearing no reply. You push the doors open and greet a woman with two kids hot on her heels. They take off with screeches of laughter while you jot down the information their mother tells you with a smile and a nod.

The daycare starts filling up as the minutes tick by, and Sun finally makes his appearance, looking just as bright and cheerful as ever. Soon, the kids are all whisked off to whatever catches their fancy. A couple of them decide to stick with you today, and you’re sucked into a game of doctor. You’re not the best with kids, but you make do, citing your illness of randomly bursting into song at any given moment with no known cure. You count it off as a success when they break into fits of laughter at each iconic reference you perform, complete with dramatic poses and memorized lyrics for each request you’re given (though you make sure it’s G-rated first, of course).

You have Hakuna Matata (among several others) floating around in your head throughout snack time, but it’s a small price to pay. While the tots munch on apple slices and pretzel sticks (that you consider but refrain from eating), you eye Sun warily.

He was usually up and about before your shift even started. His absence, while not entirely unwelcome, was somewhat concerning considering his track record of perfect attendance on functionality.

After gathering your non-existent confidence, you muster up the ability to turn to him fully and ask, “Hey, Sun? Are you okay?”

His eyes ‘blink’ as he tilts his faceplate to stare at you quizzically. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

You glance away, a bit unnerved at the blank optics burning holes into you. Your conviction wavers. “I dunno,” you shrug after a second. “You weren’t around earlier, I got worried.”

He regards you coldly. “Well, Y/N, our whereabouts do not concern you…unless you’re admitting to requiring supervision?”

The question is innocent, but a sharp edge lies beneath it. There always is. And yyyep, there goes that confidence, completely dissipating. Your cheeks burn with indignance and embarrassment. “Nevermind…” So much for worrying about your fellow coworker. You feel that headache coming back on, you don’t want to make it worse. You take your leave after the children finish, continuing your games with a little less vigor.

Naptime rolls around and you’re almost as tuckered out as the kids. That lingering back pain from earlier has returned full force. You rub your shoulder blades and leave it at that, subtly limping over to the desk as the lights cut.

You steal a glance at Moon, with one of the twins in his lap watching him read to the excited children that were quick to grow drowsy. You liked seeing him like this, a stark contrast between his typical snarky and sometimes malicious attitude directed at you. You kept watching as he changed his voice to match the characters, much to his audience’s delight. Mean as they were to you, they really were incredible with children. You lower your gaze back to the desk before he notices you staring. You find yourself yawning, more tired than usual. You slowly slip from consciousness, breathing evening out as you rest your head in your arms, falling into a light slumber.

Aaaand that's a wrap! I dunno when I'll put the 5th part out cuz I dunno how to complete Chapter 6, but hopefully I'll figure it out. MC is a little under the weather here, hope that won't be of any consequence later on...

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf moon x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #sundrop x reader #i really hope i didn't misspell anythin...#Where the Stars Don’t Shine

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Qué Maravilla CH.3

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Miguel O'hara x SpiderReader rating: E for Everyone bby warnings: none? lots of angst tbh summary: ???

art is not mine!!!! @mossbun_ on twitter !!!!

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Ch.3 - One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

You step through the portal and before you know it you’re freefalling through kaleidoscope colors before landing feet first on an unfamiliar rooftop. You stared out into Brooklyn, New York of Earth-1610. It was the dead of night and this place was crawling with spiders, more than you’ve ever seen in one place.

You use your web to swing from building to building doing your best to avoid being seen. Easier said than done. Almost every corner you turn or building you scale you find yourself having to backtrack and hide for cover. You needed a plan and fast. Who were you even looking for? Miguel? Miles? Peter? Jess? What would you even do if you found them?

You stop to hide behind a rooftop ac unit, once safe you remove your mask to catch your breath. Your chest heaving, your throat burning, and your body sore to the touch. Even just sitting down causes you to wince in pain. You'd be searching for what, an hour and a half? Two hours maybe? And you still hadn’t the slightest clue what exactly was going on. Exhausted, you close your eyes and slump against the ac letting the air soothe your aching muscles.This is going to be harder than you thought.

“Oi.” A deep cockney voice spoke from above. You looked up in disbelief to see a fellow spiderman sitting on the AC unit just above your head. He sported a metal mohawk and wore a denim jacket over his uniform with guitar strapped to his back. “Hiding from the big man, are ya?” He pulled off his mask to reveal a head full of stylish wicks and a smug, lip-pierced smile.

“Hobie?”

In one fell swoop he jumped from the unit and landed by your side, “Hardly believed it when you went against him. By the looks of it you really vexed him mate.” He fiddled with a guitar pick in his hands, “Seems to me you're in loads trouble if you show face now.” He did an impressive show of weaving the pick between each of his fingers and tossing it in the air before catching it in his hands “So, what do you make of this whole… canon, multiverse nonesone.”

“Actually, I’m not entirely sure,” you speak reluctantly as your mind bounces back and forth between Miguel and that 44.3%. “But we can’t keep letting people get hurt just because that’s the way it’s always been. The system or the society or whatever, it all needs an overhaul for sure.”

Hobie takes a moment to ponder your reply before letting out an amused chuckle, “Alright then, good enough” He stood up, pulling on his mask “You pass. Follow me.” Before you can say a word Hobie breaks into a sprint before free falling from the rooftop. Only firing his web at the last possible second and landing on the neighboring building “Well? Do you wanna do somethin’ or not?”

You chuckle to yourself, “Kids these days,” and you sprint off after him.

- - -

“Oi, look who I found!”

You followed Hobie across the city until you had made your way to an abandoned warehouse. After landing on the roof, Hobie takes quick surveillance of his surroundings before opening the skylight window and motioning for you to jump inside. You ceremoniously drop to the center of a large room where a makeshift headquarters has been set in place. The second your feet hit the floor with a loud thud, all eyes in the room turned towards you.

“YO! That’s what I’m talking about, ” Pavitr runs towards you enthusiastically and daps you up with an extremely intricate handshake. You were glad to see him here. You had worried the incursion in his home dimension would put him off the idea of usurping the canon. “How’s Mumbattan?” you ask.

“Better!” he exclaimed while still holding your hand. “We got that scary gorging hole under control now,” He spoke beaming with pride and you smiled in return, his smile was just that infectious. “It was just too easy.” You chuckled at his pride.

The second you release his hand you find yourself pulled into a tight hug. The initial motion shocks you until you take a glance at the suit of the figure holding you, white and pink with the hoodie dangling down her neck. You wrap your arms around her to reciprocate the hug.

“Thank you for being here,” she whispered into your shoulder.

“How did you-”

“-Hobie helped me out.” You lift your head to see Hobie giving you a salute with two fingers, “Lookin’ out for my drummer is all.”

“I’m glad you guys are okay.” You hug her tighter. The vivid memory of Miguel sending her home left you with a sick stomach. You should’ve tried to stop him. You should’ve said something at least. Anything. Instead you just stood there. Instead you did nothing. The guilt was eating you alive even with her firm embrace that threatened to snap your back. What was the point of wearing the mask if you were just going to be a coward regardless?

“Gwen I'm so sorry. I should’ve-”

“-It’s okay, don't worry.” She released you from the hug and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “What matters now is that we find Miles. Look, Miguel is wrong about the multiverse.” She begins to explain the events that took place since you last saw her. Her conversation with her father and his eventual resignation. The watch Hobie had left her and the ragtag army she managed to form within just a couple of hours.

“We don’t have to follow the canon,” she spoke enthusiastically. “The multiverse doesn’t have to collapse. We can write our own stories. We’re in charge of our own futures.”

You smiled. She reminded you so much of your niece. “I’m with you on that,” you said with a nod. A rupture of agreement from the other revolutionists came afterward.

“Alright we have to find Miles before Miguel does. We need a plan,” Everyone gathers around and you all start deciding your next steps. You all decided to divide yourselves up into two groups, one going undercover and the other searching for Miles. You opted to be in the latter. After everyone went off to their respective duties you make a beeline towards Gwen.

“Hey, I just wanna say that you make a good leader” you playfully bump her shoulder with your fist “and an amazing spider woman.”

She smiles. “Thank you, it means a lot.”

Hobie threw his arms around the both of you and turn addressed the other spiders, “Well then, looks like we’re going on tour.”

- - -

You found Miguel perched atop an office building with arms tightly crossed. His mouth sat in a large frown and his brow was deeply furrowed. He was alone, standing with his hip sticking out and his head cocked to the side. You consider leaving him there. Honestly, you did. You were far more concerned with finding Miles, but then you did something stupid. You let yourself stare for just a moment. Then a moment turned into a moment too long. Then before you knew it you were engrossed in the spectacle that is Miguel O’hara. You found yourself trying to imprint every detail of the scene to memory. The determined, stoic look on his face. The image of him overlooking the city only to be illuminated by the moonlight and the city glare. His towering frame. The sculpted body with muscles of a roman warrior. You had seen it all before. Miguel’s physical prowess and good looks were not lost on you. However, they never made you pause. They never stopped you in your tracks like this. You don't ever remember it making you feel this…nervous.

It was odd enough that you were just standing there watching him. You silently thanked the multiverse for not giving Miguel a spider sense. Also the fact that he was simply so lost in his thoughts he wouldn’t notice you even if you stood right in front of him. You had to make a choice. I should leave him alone, you thought to yourself. This is a waste of my time. It's not like he’s going to change his mind. Still you found yourself slowly inching closer and closer, What if he just sends me back?

Next thing you knew you were right next to him, his strong back mostly turned away from you. He was close enough to touch. You reach a hand to place on his shoulder, but then you catch yourself. What would I even say?

“Miguel, ” his head whirled around at the sound of your voice, “We need to talk.”

“¡Pero qué cojones! How did-” you reach up on your tippy toes to cover his mouth with your hand.

“You have to listen to me I-” you're interrupted by a sharp pain piercing through your palm. You remove your hand to see him with his mouth open, baring his fangs, “OWWW! Did you just bite me? What are you, nine?” You step away from him cradling your wounded hand.

“I didn’t bite you that hard. It should be fine in about a minute-twentyfive .”

“A minute twenty five, what are you-?”

You stop as you feel an odd numbing sensation stirring in your fingertips. Before you knew it you had lost all feeling in your fingers, then your knuckles. The feeling spread all the way down to your wrist causing it to go limp completely. Despite your mental protests, your hand simply refused to move in capacity. Miguel O’hara didn’t just bite you, he paralyzed your hand.

A loud “Huh?!” was all you could muster in response. You could’ve sworn that some nearby birds took immediate flight in response to your outburst.

“That’s what happens when you sneak up on me-”

You interrupt him by shooting a web over his mouth with your free other hand. “Hey!” he shouts, completely muffled.

“You’re so- Listen, I have something important to tell you.”

He rips the webbing off with his claws, “I already know what you’re gonna-”

“It's about the multiverse.”

“And I told you, it can wait until after.”

“Miguel O’hara, I swear to god, will you just let me talk?”

He massaged the bridge of his nose with a pained look on his face. “Fine. What is it? You have three, no, two minutes before I send you back to HQ.” He crossed his arms with an expectant look on his face and tapped his foot on the edge of the building, “starting now.”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath “I think it’s very possible the multiverse won’t collapse if we-,”

“-Literally not possible. Look at what happened with Pavitr.”

“Yeah, but-” you think about bringing up Gwen and her father, but then you bite your tongue. That could open up a floodgate of questions and you can’t risk talking you and the others into a corner, “I know but, I just… I don't think it’s enough evidence.”

You winced a little as the words left your mouth. It was a weak rebuttal and you knew it. You probably should’ve equipped yourself with more info before this confrontation, but it’s not like you were planning to run into him in the first place. And now that you did, you didn’t exactly want to risk rating out Gwen or Layla. Maybe you should’ve just left Miguel to brood by his lonesome.

“Not enough? That’s more than enough.”

“Okay but what about Earth-42? They don’t have a spider.”

“So? What does that have to do with the multiverse?’

“If Earth 42 can survive with a spider, then maybe we’re going about this all wrong. Maybe the multiverse won’t be doomed if we- .”

“-Are you kidding me?”

“Look if 42-”.

“-Aye. ” he groans as he slowly drags his hand down his face, stretching out each and every muscle in one drawn out motion, “Look cariño, I want to believe these things just as much as you. I want so badly to be wrong. To be able to change the world, to change our lives into what they could be instead of what they are. But we can’t afford to be testing our hypotheses when the stability of the multiverse is at stake and especially not now. We have to operate on what we know, not on hope.”

“Miguel…” no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t think of anything to say. You couldn’t even bring yourself to meet his gaze.

He gently holds your chin as he raises your face to meet his, “I’ve been down this road…It’s not pretty. I’m sorry cariño but you can't have your cake and eat it too.”

You inch your face towards his, mere millimeters from contact, “Don’t you ever want to figure out how it all works?”

“Of course I do.”

“How do you plan to get there if you’re too afraid to even start?”

“You know what?” He spoke softly, his hands moved to hold you by your arms as he lowered his stature until you were eye to eye, “I don’t know, but if there's any chance that I stop the same mistake, stop someone from going through what I went through. I-” His voice choked. He ever so slightly rubbed his thumb on your bicep for comfort. He hoped you didn’t notice, “I can’t let that happen, not again. It's the debt I have to pay.”

“I know you have a lot on your shoulders Miguel,” you sigh “This burden you carry. I know you messed up and I could never imagine what it would be like to go through what you experienced,” you move your good hand to cup his cheek. He’s startled initially but then leans into your touch. “You don’t fix the past by fighting the future.”

“It’s not just about ‘fixing’. It’s about keeping things the way they should be. The way they have to be.” His eyes bore deeply into your own, practically pleading, The way he saw it, it was more than fixing, it was about keeping everyone and, more importantly, keeping you safe. By keeping you close, yet not too close. It was only by some miracle Peter found you and brought you to him. He would never admit it but he was overjoyed to have you back, but he didn't want to meddle in your life again. He couldn’t let himself get involved with you. Last time that happened…

You finally bridged the gaps between your foreheads. The very sensation caused his cheeks to burn, “Is it really the way it has to be? Or is it just the way it’s always been.”

“Same difference,” He spoke softly into your ear, his lips hovering dangerously close towards your jaw.

“And about Earth 42,” He finally lifted his head so the two of you were facing each other again, “It’s probably due to some connection to the Spot, or Miles maybe. Something with their DNA or the spider from that dimension.”

You look back at him with an amused stare. Whenever Miguel doesn't have the answer to a question he always has to come up with some hypothesis. He was not a man who could leave things at a simple “I don’t know” without coming up with an educated guess. While sometimes coming off stubborn, you found it endearing at times. You let out a giggle which causes him to mumble under his breath “...or something like that. It’s just conjecture.” He bit the inside of his cheek like he always does when he’s embarrassed. It was rare to see him so bashful. You found it kinda cute.

“I mean, well, I can’t even find the kid.” He continued while walking towards the nearest wall and resting his weight against it ,“It’s like he’s avoiding this place entirely,” Miguel joked.

“Well he did use the ‘Go Home Machine’ and it's not like he has a watch” You pointed out.

“Yeah it tracks his DNA to his home dimension,” Miguel sighed “It’s not like he has anywhere else.”

“His DNA…,” a lightbulb went off in your head, “Miguel, if we can’t find him here what if he’s-”

“We will,” he waved his hand dismissively, “He wants to save his dad.”

“Hmm, well It’s not like he can exactly choose with that machine anyways.”

“That’s true…” he conceded.

A contemplative quiet took hold as you both mull over the optics. It was a 50/50 chance, but you both were no stranger to those odds. If Miles could be one of two places and if the entire spider society was having trouble locating him here…

“Fuck!” the both of you exclaimed in unison. You both race to dial your watches in an attempt to open a portal before the other. Despite your haste, Miguel manages to open his first and attempts to rush through.Thankfully regaining sense in your numb hand you aim a web at his ankles and he trips forward. You sprint ahead but he quickly recovers and grabs your wrist.

“You’re going back to HQ!”

“Like hell I will!” you manage to wriggle your arm free but he grabs you by your sides and spins you around so his back is to the portal. You try to shake his grip but to no avail.

“Why won’t you just listen to me!” You might have misheard, but you swore you heard desperation in his voice.

Regardless, you sweep your leg against his ankle causing him to tumble backwards. Startled, he instinctively wraps his arms around you with your face against his chest.

Then you both fell through the portal.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #astv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv

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clingy bf! svt

ft 95z + wonwoo u know the drill

requested? yes!

I'm speeding through requests tonight because I'm bored </3

seungcheol...

PLSSS he would cling to you after a long long day, especially if his schedule was packed that day! all he wants is to be close to you 🥺 he'd be cuddling you any chance got, he's missed you so much today

""cheol baby I have to go to the bathroom!" you giggled as you tried to drag your boyfriend off of you.

"no not now" he groaned

he pulled his leg up and wrapped it around yours, attempting to keep a strong hold on you. you both sat there for a while, him trying to ignore your constant squirming and you desperately wanting to get out of bed.

"I'm gonna pee." you huffed after a while

the two of you stared at each other for a moment, neither of you moving an inch. he groaned again "don't care"

you glared at him and yanked one side of his leg. this time he actually lost balance and fell off of the bed onto the floor where you had managed to get out before. you stood up from the bed and looked down at your giggling boyfriend. he lay on his back, eyes closed and mouth open in a small smile "oops!"

jeonghan...

jeonghan gets in these moods where all he wants to do is cling to you. he doesn't do it to annoy you...no im kidding he totally does it just to get a rise out of you but it's only because he thinks your annoyed little huffs and pouts were cute!!

"hannie please let go of me I need to finish this!" you pleaded with your boyfriend who was currently stuck to you like glue. why he chose today of all days to cling to you, puzzles you "but I missssssed you honey" your boyfriend whines making you roll your eyes at him.

you tried pushing him off but he didn't budge only clinging tighter on to you.

"jeonghan im busy" you said trying again but nothing worked his grip tightened even more. you huffed, "could you be anymore annoying?" you mumbled under your breath.

your boyfriend seemed unaffected as he pinched your cheek "yes actually!!

joshua...

shua gets clingy when he's super sleepy !! you two were having a movie night when he found himself growing tired. it had been around 3 am, he couldn't keep his eyes open much longer so he opted to lay his head on your shoulder

"shua baby are you sleepy?" you question him as he slowly moves his head to lay on your shoulder "mhm" he whispers as you gently massage his scalp with your fingers.

you can tell from his tone that he's already dozing off , and when the feeling of his soft locks tickling your chin makes you smile softly. you take the opportunity to kiss the top of his head, then his forehead. his lips twitch into a small smile at your actions. you feel him nuzzle further into you, and you can't help but chuckle softly.

"wanna turn the movie off?"

"no its okay baby" he replies tiredly before he drifts off back into slumber "sleep well shua" you whisper into his ear as you place one more kiss on his head before going back to watching tv

wonwoo...

poor wonu gets clingy when he's sick. he absolutely loathes being sick, turns into a giant man baby and follows you around attempting to hug onto you zzz. wont rest unless you go lay down with him. he's whiny.

"wonu you need to be laying down!" you scolded your boyfriend for the umpteenth time, as he kept getting up to follow you around the kitchen.

"I'm fine!!" wonwoo whined from behind you. he was in his pyjamas with a blanket draped over him, but you could hear the scratchiness of his voice. it was probably the flu and he didn't want to admit that fact out loud.

"you sound like you're dying!" you insisted, turning around and placing a hand on his forehead, checking for a temperature. he shied away, batting your hands away.

"i'm not, i just have a sore throat." wonwoo mumbled under his breath, trying to hug onto you again , only to be stopped when you moved back further. "what if i get sick?" "you wont! and if you do ill take care of you just please come nap with me on the couch" wonwoo looked at you with pleading; you rolled your eyes, moving closer and kissing his forehead softly "promise?" "promise!"

#wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #joshua scenarios #joshua fluff #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan fluff #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol scenarios #svt fluff #svt scenarios #kpop fluff

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Chapter 3 of The Teenage Mutant Phantom of the Opera!

@daboyau

The next few days of production began filling with incidents. It started out small, the other lead actor’s oolong tea was replaced with green tea. The practice was so busy that he didn’t notice until his throat got sore.

Usagi had to take over for him.

Then, another day, the actor somehow got trapped in a storage closet for hours. Usagi once again filled in while others looked for him.

It was very clear that these incidents alone annoyed the actor.

The others were driving him close to the edge.

His belongings kept going missing, some turned up broken or just never turned up at all.

It became a talking point amongst the entire production crew.

Since Usagi didn’t talk to most of them unless it was to help with the scenery or coffee, he was mainly left out of these conversations.

Except with Donnie.

He actually advocated for Usagi to be doing more practices because of all the incidents happening.

They were taking a break together.

“This a serious streak of bad luck….”

“Oh please, you don’t need to act like you care. I admire your ambition but you’ve been way too obvious about the whole thing.”

Usagi furrows his brows in confusion.

“Uh….could you explain?”

“Everyone knows it’s you messing with the production.”

“What!? No! I’m not doing any of this!” His ears shoot straight up.

“Look, it’s not like I can prove what you say, you can tell me.”

Usagi frowns and then realizes two things.

One, Donnie was making the same face he always makes when he’s giving a weird excuse for being late.

Two, there was a quiet humming coming somewhere from him.

“Are…..are you recording this?”

Donnie’s face immediately grows nervous, eyes darting away.

“Noooooo….?”

“Oh my god! You think I did it and wanted get proof!”

“Aha! So you might have confessed!”

“There’s nothing to confess! I didn’t do anything! I wouldn’t!” Usagi stomps his foot, then immediately feels his face flush in embarrassment.

It was something he couldn’t help as a rabbit yokai. People who didn’t know or understand just thought he was acting like a kid.

Now he felt upset and embarrassed.

“Who else could be doing this? The phantom? Likely story that there’s someone unseen you can blame for all this.“ Donnie scoffs.

Usagi is taken aback.

Would he be doing this?

It is true that he’s only learned simple things about him during their practices. He held true to his promise and told him a new piece of information each time, but so far it was his favorite food, color, and drink.

Nothing that could help him tell if he was capable of going this far.

He’s been kind to him without fail, though.

Donnie hasn’t.

Usagi feels the need to defend himself, and the phantom.

“How dare you? I’ve been helping the crew members every second I’m not practicing! When would I even have the time or ability to do the things you’re accusing me of!?”

“It’s busy, you could have snuck away-“

“Someone would have noticed their errand boy was gone for that long! I’m not evil, I’m not jealous, I just want to sing! That’s all. I wouldn’t mess with someone just to get a part, and if I ever did, it would be you!”

“Me!? After I thanked you and gave you advice!?”

“You just tried to get me to admit to something I didn’t do while you recorded it! And just because you treated me a little better than everyone else doesn’t mean you’re nice! You’re rude, Donatello. You’ve rubbed getting the part in my face so many times. I really don’t mind you did! I’m happy for you, in fact! You’re good at singing and you have style!”

“You….like how I perform?”

“That’s what you take away from all that? Seriously!? I can’t do this anymore today, I’m going home early.” Usagi rushes down the steps in a huff.

Donnie says nothing, only looking at the floor until he’s gone.

Usagi returns to the building that night. He didn’t want his mood to make the phantom think he abandoned him.

Thankfully he still had keys from the late night work.

Leo sits there on the edge of the stage, legs dangling.

“Welcome back.”

Usagi smiles softly at him before sitting next to him.

“Hey. I hope I didn’t make you worried being here later than usual.”

“It’s alright, I know that you’ve been busier with getting to practice.”

Usagi frowns.

“Do you remember the incidents that have been happening?”

“Of course.”

“I’m getting blamed for them. I probably should have seen it coming with how much everyone has it out for me. Donnie even tried to get me to confess!”

Leo prevents the scowl that wants to form on his face.

His blood boils, and it’s difficult to not react as much as he wants to.

He tightens his fists instead.

“Yuichi, that’s horrible. I’m so sorry.”

“He said the only possible culprits would be me, or….the phantom.”

Leo turns his head away from him and stares straight ahead.

“You think I’m doing this.”

“No, no! Not at all! I promise! That’s just what he said!” Usagi frantically waves his arms around.

“It’s okay. I understand why. We both know it wasn’t you, so there’s only one person left to blame.”

Usagi feels incredibly guilty.

“I don’t blame you, believe me. There’s no way you could do all that without getting caught since you’re not part of the staff, and you wouldn’t do it period! I know you wouldn’t.”

Leo smiles.

He didn’t even have to lie, just avoiding answering the question in the first place did the trick.

While lying to him wasn’t the best base for a relationship, it’s not like the truth would be very appealing.

Of course he was behind everything.

He knew they’d never let Usagi sing even after all the practice in the world. Maybe not even when they actually needed him during a performance if he never got to practice beforehand on stage.

He had to do something to help the person who deserved it more than anyone.

“You don’t need to panic. Even if it crossed your mind just a little. I mean, how are you supposed to defend someone you only know as the phantom?”

“I’m so so sorry-“

“Maybe it’s better if you call me Leo instead.”

Usagi’s eyes grow large.

“Your name is Leo?”

“Yes, it is.”

Usagi smiles widely.

“It’s definitely a lot nicer to call you. Is it a nickname?“

“It’s my full name.”

“Like the constellation! No wonder it’s the main one on the ceiling. You both must have been pretty close.”

Leo nods, face dropping a bit.

“She always said it was nice to have a star like me down on earth with her. A Leo she could see even in the day time.”

Usagi feels his heart absolutely melt at hearing such a sweet sentiment.

He keeps that to himself though, as he knows it must be bittersweet for Leo.

“It….kind of hurts to remember, doesn’t it?”

“…..It does. The better someone is to you before they go, the harder it is when they do.”

Usagi looks out wistfully from the stage, bringing up his legs to hold them to his chest.

“It’s because it means a good part of your life is gone. I get it. There’s no chance of doing anything else with them again, new or otherwise.”

Leo looks down.

“Do you think this is going to turn into a sad memory too?”

Usagi is quiet for a second, then touches his shoulder with Leo’s.

“No. I’m going to look back at this and remember that I spent time with a friend. That’s all.”

Leo feels his face heat up slightly, turning away.

“You make me forget to feel sad.”

Usagi smiles again.

“So do you. Why don’t we skip practice today and just talk? Or maybe you can play the organ again.”

Leo looks back at him.

“Shouldn’t we be thinking about what to do about you getting blamed?”

“There’s not a whole lot I can do about it. If they’re going to kick me out, then….that’s just what I’m going to have to deal with. We can hang out somewhere else if that happens! There’s so many places I can take you.”

Leo bites the inside of his cheek.

No.

He can’t.

But the allure to just imagine it is way too strong.

“Could you tell me about them?”

Usagi lights up, starting off ramblings of different areas in the Hidden City and the spots in them.

Leo listens carefully and allows his voice to flow into his thoughts.

He wishes he could tell him not to worry. Come tomorrow, everything would be taken care of.

The blaming, the stress, the threat of losing his role.

Donnie.

All of it.

Instead, he just has a nice time with him, allowing him to end the day better than he started.

Usagi leaves the theatre with a smile and absolutely no clue about what Leo is planning.

When he goes in late to the theatre then next day, he doesn’t have that same smile.

He’s too nervous about what will happen.

The stares and whispers of everyone around him as he walks doesn’t help in the slightest.

He gets to the stage and nervously heads to the back, looking for the director.

Donnie and the other lead were already talking to him.

Things didn’t seem good.

The other lead turns his head towards him before stomping over.

“You! I’ve had enough of your dumb antics! You’ve gone too far this time!”

Usagi holds up his hands defensively.

“Woah! Hold on! I just got here! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

“Yes you do! You just must have snuck in last night to do it!“

“What do you think I did!?”

The other lead angrily holds up a bag that was torn up, scribbled on, wet, and covered in glitter.

“This! I left my it here accidentally and now it’s ruined!”

“Look at my hands, if I used glitter it would still be in me! I promise I didn’t!”

“It is true though, glitter is impossible to hide. My brother uses it and I still find it months later.” Donnie suddenly interjects, walking closer.

Usagi is surprised that he’s defending him at all.

“See? I didn’t do it-“

“Although it’s highly unlikely that any of the other incidents have anything that can disprove it was him.”

Usagi sighs heavily.

“There’s also nothing that proves it was me!”

“I’m sorry Yuichi, you’re the only one who comes to the playhouse at night. I’m going to have to ask you not to come back.” The director insists.

Usagi feels his heart crumble into pieces, ears dropping down as tears prick at his eyes.

He opens his mouth to beg, plead, defend himself again, but his ears suddenly perk up again at a certain sound.

So, something very different is said.

“Get down!” He pushes Donnie.

The movement causes Usagi to fall on top of the soft shell. Donnie looks at him with confusion and anger, leaning towards anger, until he sees the sandbag crash down right where he had been standing.

It would have landed on top of him if he had not been moved out of the way.

Usagi moves off of him, looking down at him with concern.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Donnie’s heart begins hammering in his chest from both the sudden falling and the close proximity they’re in.

A blush creeps onto his face as he realizes that the boy in front of him who he kept bragging to is actually…..really nice to look at.

He scrambles out from under him.

“I-I’m fine!….Thanks to you, I guess.”

Usagi stands up before offering his hand out to Donnie.

He stares hard before hesitantly taking it and standing up.

His hand was soft and plush.

He hates to admit that he held on for just a second longer than he should.

The director and some other staff look at the sandbag to see what had happened.

The top seemed frayed in a way that could be normal wear and tear.

That wasn’t the only possibility though.

“Okay, no role is worth this! If he didn’t do it, then that stupid phantom did this! I quit!” The other lead angrily walks off.

The director follows after to try to convince him not to go but it doesn’t seem to work.

Donnie glances at Usagi.

“I guess you’re getting the role after all.”

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Requested Calling (Pt. 3)

Pt. 1, Pt. 2

Warnings: Uh, vague and mild references to masturbation as stress relief. And possibly other gross bodily functions. It's not super relevant and does not directly feature, don't worry, I just didn't want anyone to be blindsided or confused about why there would be concern with a preteen sharing cell space with a grown man. (They are technically prisoners on the Moby Dick after all, and Whitebeard is a bit old fashioned to boot). Light anxiety/panic attack due to trauma.

Word Count: 1,960

She supposed that this was to be expected. Whitebeard’s crew were quite nice, but they were still prisoners. Though she did notice that the lamps were actually adjusted to full brightness rather than leaving the cells darkened and cold. One of the commanders, a tall blond man with a lazy gait and large tattoo across his bare chest, led the way. A few others dividing up supplies for them to use during their stay. Blankets, some books, and spare clothing to change into whenever they gave up on their ruined unforms.

Uncertainly, she looked around, still holding onto the trailing sleeve of her captain, when the commander grabbed her shoulder. She looked up at him questioningly. He kneeled down closer to her height as her captain grimaced but didn’t say anything.

“Sorry, kiddo. There’s not a lot of privacy here. Oyaji, my brothers, and I don’t think it’s appropriate for a girl to stay in the same wing with a bunch of grown men. I don’t know what accommodations you had before, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t sleep in the same room as your crewmates.” Her captain cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself.

“She shared a room with Doctor Crusoe for the first month while she recovered but after that, you’d be right, Phoenix. With the exception of bad storms overnight.” Captain Hektor said. “But where will she stay? Seems awful convenient given your captain’s intentions to separate her from the rest of us.” He accused lightly.

The commander grinned, almost amused.

“Opposite side of course. She’s not going far.”

She looked at them both quietly, her chest aching.

She hadn’t been alone since she was pulled from the sea. The idea of having to do so in a cell… her hands shook.

This… this must be what fear feels like.

Something small and frail fluttering in her chest. Vibrating in her veins and stinging her eyes. Light danced around her lashes as she looked up at Captain Hektor. He blanched, quickly kneeling down and waving his hands about uncertainly.

“Ack! Nonono! It’s alright! N-None of that, sweetheart!” Captain Hektor cried out.

“The nerve! Scarin’ the wee lass! C’mere girly-pop, it’s a’right.” Doctor Crusoe swept her up in a soft hug, the scent of tobacco and antiseptic strong as she buried her face into his uniform. A firm hand rubbing over her shoulders. “The big, mean ole pirate didn’t mean it like tha’. Yer not stayin’ ‘n there all alone f’rever! J’st to sleep, isn’t tha’ right? Phoenix?”

She clutched his uniform, her breath sticking in her throat as she tried to dry her eyes. She felt silly.

It wasn’t like she’d been threatened.

She was just being told she’d be staying in a cell! All… all alone. Away from the men she’d grown close to over the past few months on a ship filled with people she didn’t know. Who towered over her and didn’t have any pressing reason to be nice. Ample reason to not be nice, in fact! Given her current, technical occupation as a marine.

“Of course! We’re hardly concerned about any of you sabotaging the ship after all. You’ll be restricted on where you can go, of course. And any… poor behavior will lead to confinement. But we’re not keeping you down here all day forever!” She felt a soft tap on her shoulder and after rubbing her sore eyes she turned in Doctor Crusoe’s arms. The commander looked at her softly, a kind, understanding smile gracing his features. He tapped her nose before brushing his knuckle over her damp cheek. “It’s going to be alright, kid. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise.”

He seemed sincere.

She looked around at her fellow crewmates. They seemed about as happy as she was, but not worried. A few spoke up.

“Yeah! They’re not the worst as far as pirates go!”

“You dumbass, that’s not reassuring!”

“S-Sorry! W-What I mean to say is that maybe if you holler, we can still hear you!”

Shinji received a hard slap to the back of his head for the comment.

“Not! Helping!”

The commander sighed, rubbing his face as he muttered so softly she almost didn’t hear him.

“…well at least they’ll fit in once they ditch the uniforms.” He rolled his eyes and gave her another gentle smile. “Both sections will have night guards to make sure there aren’t any shenanigans from you or my own crew. So really, you won’t be alone at all kiddo.”

…it wouldn’t be her own crew but…

Anything was better than being alone.

She reached out and took the commander’s hand, allowing herself to be lifted out of Doctor Crusoe’s arms without any protest. He picked her up easily, settling her on his hip with a chuckle as she held onto his neck for reassurance.

“We do need to check you over again though before you get settled in. Ace told me that you had a pretty nasty concussion. Our doctors are some of the best in the New World to help look after Oyaji—No offence Doctor Crusoe.” He said, sparing the doctor a glance. He waved it off with a roll of his eyes.

“No offense taken here, laddie. A second opinion is always welcome.” He winked at her before the commander started walked back out of the section. Leaving her crewmates behind.

--*--

Marco carried the kid with a gentle grip, aware of how slight she felt in his arms. Not alarmingly so, thankfully, but enough that he was glad for the excuse to have her looked over. Pediatrics wasn’t his strong suit, but there were several in his division that dabbled often enough on the various islands they stopped at. Her eyes were still a little red, her nose tinged with color after the small upset. It was surprising how expressive her eyes were given the relative lack of emotional range she’d shown thus far. He felt bad about it, really, but not enough to change his mind about her accommodation.

A grown adult marine might have been kept where she was regardless of gender—maybe, Oyaji was old fashioned after all—but a preteen girl? Absolutely not. And not because they suspected anything malicious from the marines. Grown men just tend to be… weird under stress. And the last thing he wanted was to have to facilitate a conversation about sexuality if she saw something she wasn’t meant to. It wasn’t like the cells had separated bathrooms after all.

Marco’s had the misfortune of sharing bathroom space with grown men his own age that he wouldn’t wish on anyone.

“I’m Marco by the way.” Marco said as they approached the medical ward. She jerked in his arms, head swiveling towards him from her curious gawking at the walls of the Moby Dick. Gold eye wide and strangely catching the light in her pupil. Her hand around his shoulder rubbing the collar of his jacket thoughtfully.

“Hi, Marco.” She whispered softly, looking at the nurse organizing spare bedding that had been freshly laundered.

“Get Doctor Isa, she’s the most experienced with kids.” Marco ordered, cutting off the chance for the nurse to coo over the little marine. He couldn’t exactly blame her reaction. Most of his brothers were hardly cute after all.

And the kid in her too-big marine uniform looked like she was playing dress up. Hat settled crookedly over her curiously purple-blue hair.

Doctor Isa was quick to shuffle out of her office with a smile, doctors coat thrown over the pink uniform most nurses chose to wear due to a off-color joke Oyaji made a decade ago.

He sure did eat his words when he had to take his medication without complaint though…

“Why hello! I’ve heard so much about you already, dearie~! Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll run through my checklist!” She greeted, pink curls bouncing animatedly around her ears as she grinned. Marco obliged and set her down on an exam table in a separated room. He knew damn well others would get nosy, so he shut the door preemptively. Several doctors and nurses scowling at him like he wasn’t their commander.

Sitting on a bed made for grown men did little to alleviate how small the kid looked.

Isa poked and jokingly prodded the kid with her stethoscope while she talked. Distracting the kid into giving honest answers without thought. Isa seemed displeased at the exceedingly low volume the kid was capable of giving with her voice, gently poking rubbing the kid’s throat and inspecting her tonsils. She frowned as she tipped the kid’s head this was and that.

“Hmm… I’d need to some other equipment to check it out, but it seems like there’s something unusual with your vocal cords, sweetie. It could explain why excessive volume hurts. And you still have most of your milk teeth… all in good condition so you must have had a healthy lifestyle before but… how old did you say you were, sweetie?” Isa pulled out the tongue compressor.

“Maybe thirteen?” Isa frowned, looking down and pulling off a shoe, revealing newspaper stuffed inside them. Right. The marine captain did say she was too small for a proper uniform. Isa lifted up the kid’s skinny leg, brushing her thumb over the shin.

“Well, you’re certainly tall for your age but… you can’t be older than eleven. I’d need to do an x-ray or some bloodwork to check, but I suspect you’re likely closer to ten, sweetie.” Isa apologized softly. “But the good news is that you’ve recovered from your concussion. I don’t recommend any head thrashing for the time being, though. There’s enough lack of sense on this ship as it is.” Isa joked, giving Marco a look.

Marco decided to ignore the objectively true comment. His brother’s (which one? Does it matter? No. No it does not) constant bullshit spoke for itself.

There was a knock on the door. Marco glared at it before getting up, finding Ace on the other side grinning sheepishly.

“S-Sorry, Marco! But hey, I remembered to knock this time!” Ace laughed, leaning to look past Marco and wave at the kid. “I heard you made her cry, so I thought she’d like a friendlier visitor!” Marco narrowed his eyes and arched his brow.

“What? Like you, you menace?” Marco huffed. Ace paused, nose wrinkling in offense.

“What?! Hey!” Ace shook himself suddenly. “No! I mean Stefan! At least until we find a soft toy—girls like those, right? To sleep with?” Ace whispered as he moved to let Stefan trot into the room.

The kid’s eyes lit up as she glanced at Isa for permission. Amused, she nodded, allowing the kid to hop down and give the spoiled mutt the pets he’d clearly been lacking before. She sat on the floor and allowed the dog to clamber onto her lap, nearly knocking her over as he wagged his tail furiously, giggling as she rubbed his ears. Stefan rained slobbery kisses with restrained yips as a tradeoff, knocking off the tacky marine hat. A stray hair leapt up and curled off the kid’s head, bouncing with every laugh.

Marco wondered if Oyaji would lose his sleeping partner for the foreseeable future. Stefan was hardly unfriendly as far as dogs go, but he clearly already adored the kid. Ah well… Oyaji would just have to suck it up. Though it was cute how obviously the kid had found her favorite Whitebeard pirate. Ace looked inordinately pleased with himself and Marco couldn’t bring himself to complain.

The whole scene was stupid cute, after all. And as amusing as his family was, cute was a rare descriptor. As hard as Ace tried when begging for extra food.

#one piece #one piece oc #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #stefan one piece #whitebeard pirates #call and response OP #that'll be the series tag ig #unless yall got a better idea #stefan in the whitebeard therapy dog and you can fight me about it

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An Apple A Day - (Doctor) Eddie Munson X GN Reader - November 26th

Title: An Apple A Day

(Doctor) Eddie Munson X Gn Reader

Additional Characters: The gang back in Hawkins (Mentioned), Reader's mother (Mentioned), and brother (Mentioned)

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WC: 1,927

Warnings: Reader has a mother, Reader has a brother, Reader breaks her leg, doctors, Eddie lives, hospitals, Reader has a cat mentioned, cuteness, awkwardness, slight forbidden relationship, slight angst, and fluff

It was an unusual day at work for the young doctor who had recently moved from Hawkins Indiana, though not necessarily bad. Eddie survived the Upside Down, finally graduating from Hawkins High School and going to college for his doctorate. Eddie had gone through a lot of changes once he got into college. He had cut his hair, not too short but not too long, and changed his attire. He still wore black, leather, and band tees, but at work, he wore something more professional. He didn't want to leave his friends, especially after everything that happened, but he had to get out of that town. After everything that happened, he wanted to help people; heal people from illnesses or broken legs. Checking the chart on the clipboard in his hands, Eddie knocked on the door before entering.

"Hello, I am your doctor, Dr. Munson." He introduced himself as he continued to read the patient's sheet.

"I'm Y/N... But you probably already know that." Your voice softly answered, causing Eddie to look up.

Eddie felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at you. You were gorgeous with your hair slightly disheveled as if you had just woken up. Your face was soft yet you had a determined look about you that caused Eddie to smile softly to himself. Slightly flustered, the younger man looked down at the sheet again. "Ah! Yes, I did know that. Well, it seems that you did break your leg. How does your knee feel? It says that you hurt it in the process of breaking your leg."

"Good, actually. It feels a little sore. I think I just twisted it or something." You answered back, taking your time to eye the doctor in front of you. It should be a crime to be as cute as he was. Why was your doctor so cute? Usually, your doctors were nice old ladies or weird middle-aged men who had four kids. Must've been your lucky day. Well... Not really, your leg was broken.

"Uh, if I may... How did you break your leg?" Dr. Munson asked you, snapping you out of your daydreaming, slightly embarrassing you as you cleared your throat.

"I... Uh... Fell..." You mumbled under your breath, glancing away from Dr. Munson, who seemed slightly surprised by what you said.

"Fallen?" he questioned you as he raised an eyebrow, giving you a curious look.

"Yeah... Fell..." You replied as you nervously fiddled with your hospital gown.

"Off of what?" He asked, only making you glance away and bite your lip.

You laughed breathily, shaking your head, "It's stupid... I fell 'cause I was trying to get my cat out of a tree."

Dr. Munson smiled slightly at your answer as he took in your answer. "It's not stupid. I find that rather remarkable. I didn't know that I would be treating a hero today." Eddie teased before his eyes traveled over to your cast, noticing the two names written neatly across. "Your family came in today?"

"Yes," You breathed out, shocked by your doctor's words, nodding your head and then clearing your throat. "My mother and brother. They came in this morning."

Eddie smiled warmly, "Well, that was nice of them." He spoke softly before clearing his own throat, looking back to your chart. "Well, uh, it seems that you will have to stay here for another couple of weeks. It seems your surgery went well and all that so now, as a precaution, you should avoid any strenuous activity, so try to move around as little as possible. Also, please take your medication when given and try to eat normally while you're here because it'll help." The young man explained calmly and clearly, watching your reactions carefully.

"Alright, thank you, Dr. Munson." You reply with a smile.

Eddie shook his head with a smile of his own, "No need to thank, Miss L/N. Just doing my job. And, please, call me Eddie." He replied, chuckling lightly.

"Then, please, call me Y/N, Eddie. Everyone else calls me Y/N anyways." You said happily, causing Eddie to chuckle.

"Alright, Y/N. Then please let me know what your pain level is. And remember to drink plenty of fluids." Eddie replied as he began writing things down on your chart, causing you to nod your head.

"Will do.”

As the days passed by, your mother came in to visit you multiple times, as did your brother, which was always a treat to see him. You loved them dearly, but when they visited your mind would be elsewhere, thinking about a certain doctor. You woke up every day in that stiff hospital bed and waited impatiently for your favorite doctor to come in and check up on you. You even went to bed thinking about your chats with him that morning or afternoon. Every day it seemed like you were falling deeper into love, but you tried your hardest to stay strong in order to keep your growing feelings hidden.

But, unbeknownst to you, Eddie wasn't far behind in the same boat. He had grown fond of you since he first saw you, but he knew deep inside, he couldn't do that to you or himself. It wouldn't be fair to you; you were his patient. But, he couldn't help but also noticed how often you'd blush around him. How bright your smile would be when he entered. He was falling, and he was falling hard. He needed a plan to save himself, but, unfortunately, there was no way out. You were going to make sure of that.

Knocking on your door, Eddie walked in, smiling as he did. "Hi, Y/N. How are you feeling today?" he asked as he leaned against the door frame, waiting patiently for your response.

"I'm fine, Eddie. Thank you. How are you?" You responded with a small smile, turning on your side to face the doctor.

"Not too bad. Just coming to see how you are fairing. No pain or anything?" He asked as he approached you.

"I don't think so, Eddie. But, if you ask me, I don't feel too great, honestly," You admitted softly, placing your arm over your forehead. "Is my discharge date soon?" You sighed dramatically, making Eddie chuckle.

"Well, we can get you started tomorrow. Then you'll be free from your hospital bed prison." Eddie joked with you as you giggled and rolled your eyes.

"Very funny, Eddie," You said with a smile as you sat up. "So does that mean I can try and walk?" You asked hopefully only for Eddie to nod.

"Of course. You'll have to wear your crutches to start off, however. But, first, how are you feeling? Any dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, chest pain, or headaches?" He asked, quickly grabbing the pair of crutches leaning against the wall and passing them to you as you pushed off your covers.

You grabbed onto the handles of the crutches, you quickly stood up, Eddie making his way to your side, his hand pressing against your back to help stabilize you. You bit your lip as you tried to ignore how warm his hand was over the hospital gown. Nervously, you took one step with your good leg, pressing your socked foot on the cold ground before hesitantly moving the crutches forward. You moved, your foot sliding along the floor. Slowly, slowly, you moved. The first few steps weren't too bad, but as you stepped farther and farther, your movements became more and more hesitant as you found yourself getting tired. You let out a shaky breath, and you took another step only for the crutch leg to go unsteady and you to fall forward. Before you could say anything, you heard Eddie yelling out, but it sounded muffled and distant like he was speaking through a tunnel or some other sort of soundproof barrier. You closed your eyes, hoping and praying that you wouldn't hit the ground hard enough to injure yourself more. However, instead of hitting the ground, your body collided with someone's chest. As you opened your eyes, you saw Eddie staring down at you with a worried expression on his face.

"Hey... Are you okay?" He asked softly, making your face heat up at the small amount of space between you two.

"Uh... Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.” You stammered, blushing heavily as you realized that you had fallen into his arms, which made you blush harder.

Eddie looked down at your face as he held you tightly in his arms, and he was surprised to see the faint trace of tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to hold back your emotions. "Are you sure? Do you want me to get you anything? Water? Does your leg hurt?" Eddie quickly rambled out, only for you to shake your head.

"Can you... Just hold me a while?" You asked softly, still trying to fight back your tears.

Eddie nodded his head, letting out a soft sigh as he held you gently and hugged you close. A wave of relief washed over you as you snuggled closer to Eddie, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His scent was calming, and it reminded you of home in some sort of unknown and weird way. After a few minutes, Eddie pulled back just enough to look at you properly. He stared for a moment, admiring how beautiful your features were. His cheeks tinted pink, he felt like he could stare at you forever and never get bored. But, suddenly, his thoughts came crashing back to reality and his lips twitched into a nervous grin. "I um... We shouldn't be doing this..." He whispered, his eyes darting away from yours.

You tilted your head slightly, confused by his sudden change in behavior, "What? Doing what?" You asked as Eddie led you back to your bed, leaning the crutches back on the wall.

"You're my patient. I could get fired." Eddie muttered as you realized what he was saying.

“I'm sorry!" You exclaimed. "I didn't realize-"

"No, it's fine," Eddie interrupted quickly. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have feelings for you." He chuckled nervously.

Your eyes widened as you sat there, staring up at the man before you as he ran a hand through his messy curly hair. "When am I discharged?"

"Tomorrow." Eddie hastily answered, not fully paying attention.

With his answer, you brightly smiled, "Alright, ask me out tomorrow." You remarked, making Eddie turn to you with wide eyes.

"What... What are you talking about?" He asked, watching as you simply shrugged.

"I won't be your patient tomorrow. Ask me tomorrow." You answered, laughing lightly.

Eddie stared at you, completely stunned. He had hoped that you wouldn't notice, but obviously, he hadn't been very subtle. "Okay then... I will. Tomorrow." Eddie finally replied as you gave him a thumbs up and an adorable smile.

"Awesome. Now, don't you have other patients to take care of?" You asked teasingly, making Eddie nodded his head rapidly.

"I do. I'll check on you before lights out. Uh, yeah! Metal…" Eddie nervously spoke, rushing to the door before abruptly stopping in his place. Turning around, Eddie gave you a nervous smile, "Goodnight, Y/N." He mumbled quietly before leaving, closing the door slowly as he left your room.

Once he left, you flopped down onto your back and groaned, resting your head on your pillow. You couldn't believe your luck! Eddie had just agreed to ask you out tomorrow. Now, all you had to do was wait.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things season four #angst #cute #fluff #x reader #x gn reader #doctor eddie munson #eddie lives #eddie lives au #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction

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thechasmsurveys · 5 months

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Have you ever been enrolled in private school? I have not, but I work at a private school. I’d like to think I would have liked to go there or to a similar school. What is the last thing you ate? Colton and I went to Bubba’s after my therapy appointment today, and we split pizza and wings. Do you buy your lingerie at Victoria's Secret? No. Would you consider yourself in shape? Absolutely not, but I would like to try my best to get in better shape this year. Who is your favorite person to spend time with? Colton. Have you ever had tendonitis? I have not. What brand of face wash do you use? I don't use face wash very often, but when I do, it's CeraVe.<-- Same. Do you know how to grill a steak? I’m not very good at it, so I’d say no. What were you wearing the last time you were kissed? What I’m wearing now. A gray dog mom tee and Christmas pj pants. Are you considered a "clingy girlfriend"? Idk if I’d be considered clingy. Lemme ask Colton. He said no lol. Have you ever been to a purse party? I’ve never heard of that. Would you ever use an online dating service? If Colton and I had never met I’d probably just be single for lifeeeee. Online dating would be so hard. When is the last time you weighed yourself? Idk honestly I really really try to avoid that at absolutely all costs. So, no idea. Do you mosh when you go to concerts/shows? No lol. Do you like Gushers? I have a newfound appreciation for them. Are you good at multitasking? Gosh, no. I’m actually the worst at it lol. Colton was getting frustrated with me just earlier today because I wasn’t listening to him, but I was doing something and I just can NOT do two things at once. Use the word elapse in a sentence. 15 minutes have elapsed. When's the last time you went to a nightclub? Never. Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans? Old Navy, but I absolutely hate like all the jeans I own. It’s so frustrating.

Do you have a large dog? If not, are you afraid of them? I do! Dusty.<3 I’ll have to post a picture of him here. He’s so stinking cute. He’s only 10 months and he’s huge. What is more annoying: A sore throat or a headache? A sore throat because I’m used to having headaches and migraines. What was your GPA last semester? -- Can you unwrap a Starburst in your mouth? That’s interesting. Do you like walking places? Not usually. I like leisure walking, but not walking to GET somewhere, if that makes sense. Are you a fan of bands most people don't know of? Eh, I’m not a music snob. So prob not. What time is it right now? 6:24 PM. When's the last time you wore goggles? Uhmmmm, like swimming goggles? Probably this past summer when I was watching the kids and we went to the pool like every day. Have you ever been to Europe? Yes, but I was wayyyyy too young to appreciate it fully. I want to go as an adult. Do you yell at other drivers while you drive? Eh, I was going to say no but sometimes I’ll like yell to myself in the car like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” but never directly at someone. Are you good at playing Darts? Not in the slightest. Can you legally consume alcohol? If not, do you anyways? I can. I don’t drink, though. Do you like zebra print and would you wear it? Hahaha ask me in 2011 and I’d die and say yes and I love it. No, I’m not much for prints these days. Are "school friends" and friends different to you? I don’t have this anymore, except I am a teacher so my “school friends” are other teachers. So, I guess yes lol. Work friends, and friend friends lol. When is the last time you laid out and tanned? Like never. I lay out to dry off after the pool but not to get tan on purpose. Would you rather date a brunette or a blonde? Brunette since my husband is a brunette lol. Do you have friends in other states than your own? I have some. Have you ever fake tanned? (Spray or bed) I haven’t. Write a sentence in another language. Me gusta las galletas lol. Are you considered a bitch? Uhm, no. Do lots of kids at your high school do drugs? (At my school it's normal) I feel like everyone does drugs anymore. But I’m a private school teacher and I’m sure some of those kids do drugs. What kind of computer do you have? I have a lot of computers I use. I use a Lenovo laptop at work, a Macbook Air as a laptop (I only use it for journaling and surveys now), a Macbook desktop, and Colton has a gaming computer I sometimes use to play games. Would you rather use colored pencils or crayons? I hardly ever use either buttttttt maybe crayons? Can you drive well? I think I’m a good driver. Don’t ask Colton, but I think I am lol. Do you know what emancipation of minors is? Sure.

#personal survey #surveys #online survey #random survey #survey

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televinita · 7 months

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Okay I said I'd be gone for 24 hours first, but spirals don't have schedules so time to be publicly ridiculous for a bit:

all so desperately sad

(a quote from...somewhere? don't even know if it was on film or a book or a fanfic or a tumblr post at this point)

no but it's the way I woke up at 6:30 this morning (when normally I can barely pry my eyes open by 8:25) still sick and sad because I couldn't even find comfort in sleep; it's the way I know there will be fic antidotes (eventually, if I can find the strength to look for them), and smart meta that will make it bearable if not okay, but I don't know how to settle from this. At least when you die a hero you find peace. When your show gets shot out from under you without resolving its worst mess (Scorpion), at least you can miracle the bad ending away with fic because you know the show would have fixed it. I don't know what to do with this, this perpetual sad stasis.

AND it's the way I can't even find a way to sit with my feelings because it's THIS franchise and nothing ever ends and nothing is ever permanently resolved actually so it could still change (even though this seems really hard to undo or in fact even temporarily alter in any way; I want a season 3 but there really shouldn't be for narrative reasons, even if they pick at it for a later movie).

I just -- FIFTEEN YEARS OF RESISTANCE TO THIS STUPID UNIVERSE!!

(and they TOLD me it was getting worse by the year! I have been hearing them tell me how awful and convoluted it was getting and I still thought "that sign doesn't apply to me because I can't read that this corner is still connected to a larger context"!)

HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS, IT WASN'T EVEN A KISS (that kick-started me anyway).

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Also it's the way I can't even find comfort in crying it out, because I have a sore throat that makes that sensation particularly painful, nor can I bury myself in reading despite the MASSIVE stack of novels I've giddily collected over the past week and started diving into, because All The Stories Are Wrong right now.

TL;DR This is the worst fandom day I've had since the S2 Zoo finale, and what I am actually experiencing right now is just FULLY a redux of living through Journey's End. Which...took me a lil' bit to recover from.

(and Doctor Who was already scheduled to specifically reopen part of that wound? in like two weeks?? tuna are you kidding me)

(ALSO, on a much more ridiculous yet still real note, I absolutely cannot deal with the actor's strike being over right now; do I look like a person who has ANY energy left over to keep pace with four months of dammed-up content flooding forth)

#loki finale spiral

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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311 of 2023

made by @bitterstardust

1. Do you find any of your fellow survey-takers attractive?

I don’t really know any, I just steal surveys from them.

2. Have you ever worn a tiara?

Yeah, just for lolz. We’ve been taking silly pictures for fun.

3. Would you rather have a week long stomach virus or a week long sore throat?

Sore throat, even though it’s annoying like hell.

4. What do you miss eating / drinking the most when you have a sore throat?

Anything that tastes good.

5. If someone offered to take you out for your birthday, where would you decide to go?

My husband did it last year, he took me to the restaurant.

6. If you plan to have kids, what will you tell them about Santa Clause?

I don’t plan to have kids.

7. Do you prefer pants with buttons, strings, or zippers?

I hate clothes with butons, so zippers there is.

8. Do you think that pet stores are cruel for keeping animals in small cages?

In small cages? Yes.

9. Is there ever a time where you are actually thankful that your nose is stuffed to the point that you cannot smell?

No, I can still smell things even with a stuffed nose.

10. Are your prone to break things?

Yes, but no.

11. Do you ever avoid talking to specific people, whether it be in person, on the phone, or on your preferred social networking site?

Yeah, there are some people who are just annoying to talk to.

12. Of all the electronics you own, which one is the least used?

ID card reader. Yes we use these for identification.

13. Have you ever been given a glass at a restaurant that had a lipstick smudge on it?

No, but does it actually happen?

14. When was the last time you pretended to be something / someone you weren’t?

When I was a teenager lol. To this day I use photos of my favourite musicians as avatars on forums and I find it hilarious when someone thinks it’s me.

15. Are any of the windows in your house open? Are any of them missing the screens?

Nope, it’s too cold outside, plus they’re cleaning the underground holding tank (or is it called soak pit?) and the whole street stinks like shit, literally. By the way, what are window screens??

16. If you have ever been employed, have you ever been attracted to your boss? What about a co-worker?

All my bosses are cool, but I’ve never been attracted to them. I married my coworker, though.

17. Do [would] you avoid kissing your [possibly hypothetical] significant other when you or they are ill?

Nah we don’t. Sharing is caring lol.

18. Has anyone ever confused you for an employee at a store?

Lol no. It’s hard to do it since they wear the shop logos.

19. Are you more inclined to buy the cheapest shampoo, or do you go for the more expensive stuff?

More expensive because cheaper is not good for my hair.

20. How quickly would you spend 10,000 dollars if you were given it right now?

I wouldn’t because I live in the euro zone and dollars have no use here.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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luveline · 3 years

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in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]

tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1.8k

You glared at your reflection.

You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.

You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.

That was years ago.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.

Nothing worked.

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.

It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.

If Fred saw you like this...

You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.

It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.

You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.

It was your deepest insecurity.

The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.

It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.

You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.

You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.

"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."

"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."

"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."

"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.

He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, Fred."

He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"

"Both of them?"

You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.

"Y/N?"

"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.

He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."

You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.

He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.

It got so bad you couldn't go to class.

Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.

NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.

What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.

Fucking badly.

You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.

Your stomach growled hungrily.

You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.

The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.

A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.

"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."

The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."

"Thank you," you said.

You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.

"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."

You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.

You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.

"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.

"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."

Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.

He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.

Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.

You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.

Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.

"Y/N," he said.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"

"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.

"I..." you looked down at your hands.

A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.

"Well, are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."

"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.

"I know."

You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.

"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Fred was stricken.

"I know it's - ugly."

"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."

"Fred, my face-"

"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.

"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.

"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.

"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."

"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.

Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.

He thought you were beautiful.

You smiled into his shirt.

<3<3<3

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Hi! I love your Levi imagines, and I saw that your requests were open, so here goes: Can you write a Levi x female!reader story where his s/o is pregnant and goes into labor when Hange is off on a research expedition, so Levi has to deliver the baby with only his squad for assistance? Bonus points if someone on Levi Squad faints in the process!

Heyyyy anon, this idea is so precious and I will definitely do a lil imagine for this scenario! <3

Summary: You go into labor without your designated delivery nurse.

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: childbirth, nothing too graphic.

In the early months of your pregnancy, you and Levi had both been ecstatic. But once the last two or so months had creeped up on you, the two of you began to get anxious. Hange had originally agreed to deliver the baby, seeing that she was the only person that Levi trusted to go near you besides himself. You felt ready to pop as you sat out in the courtyard with Mikasa, she was watching you like a hawk, grey eyes alert and tracking every muscle twitch. It had been strange, as soon as you began to suspect that you were pregnant, Mikasa had began clinging to you. It was as if she sensed the change, eventually you gave up on trying to figure out how she had known, and chalked it up to her Ackerman DNA.

Eren and Jean were running around, Connie desperately trying to keep up with them as they passed a deflated ball back and forth, obviously keeping it out of Connie’s grasp. You smiled fondly as Sasha leapt into the air and snatched the ancient ball from them, passing it to Connie, who ran in the opposite direction. Armin and Annie were laying on a blanket looking up at the sky, Annie’s hand was pointing at a cloud, you could see her lips moving, followed by Armin’s soft laugh.

You hadn’t wanted kids. Not really, that hole had been filled by these fools, but once you all had overcome the issues in Marley, those feelings began to ebb away. Especially once you and Levi began seeing each other. He had been reluctant, but Hange had stayed consistent in pushing him to pursue you. Low and behold two years later, you were married with a bundle of joy on the way. You had felt nauseous all morning, crampy, and sore in your lower abdomen. It wasn’t until the afternoon, about two hours prior that you had felt the first contraction. They were closer now and you weren’t really able to hide them anymore. So Mikasa noticed when you flinched for the second time in twenty minutes. She turned and placed a firm hand to your shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” She asked, those coal grey eyes scanning your face for an answer.

“I...have been having contractions.” You admitted guiltily as you rubbed your swollen stomach to ease yourself.

“Uh oh...” Mikasa’s expression dropped, skin paling as the realization struck her. Hange had left only days prior, for an important meeting alongside Erwin and the other high up military personnel.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. It isn’t quite time yet, just maybe help me get back inside?” You were beginning to sweat as the contractions began to become more intense. She nodded and helped you to your feet, the others all noticed the movement and followed like little ducks. You only managed to stumble into the parlor and fall onto one of the sofas there, the teens all towering over you.

“What do you need?” Annie was standing at your side, the back of her hand pressed to your forehead.

“I’ll go get Levi!” Jean offered before taking off and up the stairs, sprinting up them two at a time.

“I’ll go get snacks!” Sasha sprinted towards the kitchen, Connie chasing after her. Armin was standing frozen as he watched Mikasa and Annie both take your hands. Eren was just as bad as Armin, those jade green eyes wide and focused on the space between your legs.

“Uhhhh (Y/n)....I think that-” Eren’s face was beet red as he stumbled over his words.

“Your water broke!” Armin informed you as you tried to meet their eyes over your stomach.

“No, I could have sworn that my contractions were-”

“What in god’s name is-” Levi froze, Jean panting alongside him as they all stared at the fluid dripping down your legs, soiling the couch and your cotton dress.

“(Y/n)...” Levi’s face was pale and his eyes were wide as he rushed to close the space between you. You eagerly gripped his hand as another contraction he let out a shaky breath along with you as the contraction ended.

“What are we supposed to do?” Eren said numbly as he stared at Mikasa who was propping your up.

“We...need to get her a better bed or, something.” Mikasa spoke slowly, Annie nodded in agreement, her icy eyes scanning the room.

“Move those chairs, then go get a mattress from one of the rooms down the hall.” Annie ordered, Eren and Armin darted off to complete the mattress task, while Jean began shoving the chairs out of the way. Connie and Sasha returned, with rags and towels along with an apple shoved in Sasha’s mouth. In mere minutes the room had been transformed into a makeshift delivery room, basins of clean water and mountains of towels. Mikasa and Levi helped you down onto the stripped mattress, Mikasa settled behind you, allowing you to recline back into her. You were shocked by how calming it was to just feel her heartbeat. Levi started by your side, his hand gripping yours. That was until Annie cleared her throat and looked down at your knees.

“Someone...needs to check...” Annie trailed off as everyone shared uneasy glances. Connie shook his head violently, Jean looked green along the gills, Sasha crunched on the apple. Armin swallowed loudly.

“I can...coach someone but I don’t think that I’m comfortable actually...” He flushed as he spoke and you let out a low groan.

“Look I don’t give a shit who does it, but someone needs to see how dilated I am.” Your breathing was deep and somewhat controlled as the room once more fell silent.

“I’ll do it.” Levi said finally as he placed a kiss to your knuckles before shuffling to the end of the mattress. Armin joined Levi, but his eyes were glued to the ceiling.

“O-Okay you need to take your fingers and line them up at the erm...you know.” Armin’s cheeks were so red. Annie huffed, unamused as she joined them at the foot of the mattress.

“Sit down, you’re making me nervous.” You said breathily to Jean, Eren, and Connie who all quickly came to rest on the floor near your head. You grimaced at the feeling of Levi’s fingers against you.

“Uh...what am I looking for?” Levi’s voice was unusually high as he clutched your calf nervously.

“Four fingers!” You groaned, leaning back into Mikasa as you felt yet another contraction.

“That’s two in five minutes, it’s nearly time.” Armin informed, eyes still on the stone ceiling.

“Four? Then...it is time.” Levi said breathlessly as he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“Great okay, start your breathing like Hange taught you (Y/n).” Mikasa spoke surprisingly calmly as she rubbed your shoulders. You began to pant, shutting your eyes tightly as the lower half of your body felt like it was being torn in two. You let out another moan, you vaguely noticed that Connie and Sasha had both gotten up and were rummaging through the bookshelf.

“-It says in this book that...the baby’s tail should fall off in no more than three days?”

“Are baby’s born with tails?”

“No...at least my siblings weren’t..”

You let out a bark of laughter at the pair as they debated the contents of the book.

“Shut the fuck up you two and get those towels ready.” Eren ordered, his face pale and voice high with panic.

“Yeah what he said.” Jean agreed, his hand covering his eyes as he held your free hand tightly.

“Okay but this book says-”

“For the love of god just-” Eren made it half way through his sentence before you let out a low groan as you pushed for the first time. Armin nodded in approval, Annie as holding your dress up as Levi narrowed his eyes in concentration.

“That’s it, take your time.” Annie encouraged as she reached into her boot for her dagger. You felt your baby slide down, and into the birth canal.

“I...can see the head!” Levi announced as he held his hands out for the baby as you prepared for another good push.

“Good, only a few more (Y/n)!” Armin assured you as he blindly reached out and braced himself on Levi’s shoulder. You moaned, throwing your head back into Mikasa’s shoulder as Eren dabbed your neck with a damp towel.

“So close, you can do it.” Mikasa encouraged as you let out a choked sob, your pelvis felt as if it was about to rip in half as you felt the head crowning.

“Okay Levi, you need to guide the head out, twist so that the shoulders can come out.” Annie informed calmly as she watched Levi gently rotate the baby’s head, allowing the baby to slip free. He let out a shaky gasp as he held the newborn in his hands while Annie sliced the umbilical cord. Armin finally looked as Connie wrapped the baby in a fresh towel.

“I’ll clean-” He pushed the towel aside and beamed at you and Levi.

“-her. I’ll clean her up.” He said as he and Sasha rushed to the nearest basin to wash the baby. Mikasa rubbed your arms as Armin began guiding Levi on the steps to delivering the placenta.

No more than five minutes later, you had your baby girl against your chest. Her head was amazingly full of black silky hair. Her eyes were shut, but you had a feeling that when they opened that they would be a charcoal grey. Levi shuffled up next to you, pressing a kiss you your temple, his lip trembling as he looked down at your daughter.

“You did it.” You said breathlessly as you smiled up at Levi.

“No...you did it.” He said as he gently placed his hand over your daughter’s back, which was rising and falling steadily. Mikasa shifted as she tried to worm away from you, Levi gladly taking her place.

“What will you call her?” Eren asked as he wrapped an arm over Mikasa’s shoulders. You swallowed thickly and looked back up at Levi who was still busy staring at your baby.

“Kuchel.” You said without hesitation, Levi seemed startled when he heard the name, and then his eyebrows furrowed as he fought to keep his face free of emotion.

“Yeah, that’s-” His voice cracked and he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“-that’s perfect.” he finished his sentence and the kids all mumbled their agreements as they watched you push your dress aside to feed your baby, who was cooing and gripping at the seams of your dress.

“Kuchel.” You hummed as Levi stroked her back, her eyes cracked open for the first time, and you choked back a sob at the sight.

Her eyes were not grey, but a familiar (e/c), she had your eyes.

“Oh-” Jean choked back his own sob, biting his knuckles as he turned on his heel and buried his own face in Sasha’s shoulder as he cried.

“Jeanboy” Connie said teasingly, despite the thick emotion in his own voice.

“Let’s get out of here everybody.” Annie advised as she watched Levi thread his finger through his daughter’s as she began to suckle on your breast.

“Congratulations.” they all murmured as they took their leave. You relaxed back into Levi, finally able to be alone for the first time with your little family.

Lol I loved this, I used to want to be a labor and delivery nurse. But that was before I realized that Chem is NOT my friend. Anyway, sorry I couldn’t squeeze in someone fainting, but if you care I think that Jean would be most likely to. Only because he’s an only child and doesn’t know what child birth is like.

But seeing as how much they have been through in the canon universe I doubt that childbirth would be the most disturbing sight lol. Hope that you enjoy this! Requests are still open so send me stuff :)

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