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one make out scene with kaito kid/kaito kuroba and i will be fine-

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i've been busy since i entered uni, i might reply to your asks in my inbox this weekend (hopefully) :(((

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zayne: a doctor's companion

+ summary: A certain healthcare companion finds its way into Linkon City, and a particular doctor is about to discover what it means to say ba-la-la-la-lah.

+ tags: established relationship, baymax (big hero 6), fluff, canon-complaint, one-shot, medical terms, phone call, gender neutral reader mentioned, mostly zayne's POV, first meetings

+ word count: 1829 | (ao3)

+ a/n: inspired by this tweet! also i just love baymax a lot and i think him and zayne would be a cute duo thank you ; including the stanford article i read for the surgery mentioned here! (not necessary for understanding though) (also if i get any med stuff wrong apologies i did my best! i was a girl in stem but not Stem yk)

+ update: the cutest zayne baymax art just dropped everyone say thank you mimi (i cried)

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Zayne was sure he had slept well the night before. Had his full eight hours, breakfast accomplished and a handful of kisses from his partner before heading out in his pristine, white coat. The drive to work was the same scenery of Linkon City rushing past, soon parked in his designated lot and tracing a familiar path towards Akso Hospital’s entrance.

So, even with such a practiced routine, how did he end up here? 

“I will scan you now. Please remain in place, Dr. Zayne.”

Zayne raises a hand in an effort to dissuade his unforeseen guest. “That won't be necessary.” But his rejection, in turn, was rejected itself—his brows narrowed at the losing notion.

“But it is. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.” The robot calmly states, reflecting a similar monotone diction to the doctor. “I was alerted to the need of medical attention,” he continues, plush footsteps along the hardwood floor squeaking as he approaches the seated doctor. "When you said 'Oof.' So, I am here."

That singular oof traced back to the faint murmur under Zayne's breath just minutes ago when pushing through the growing crowd of peering eyes at Baymax's unprecedented presence. An unusual sight for everyday work life, the mysterious yet kind robot drew in the attention of incoming patients and passersby who happened to catch a glimpse. Zayne’s opportune timing and arrival to work hurriedly whisked away the looming inflatable as crowds huddled in growing excitement, geeking and gossiping alike. Most of his efforts thus far were put into escorting the curiously soft giant through the pristine halls and past the doorway of his office without garnering further unwarranted attention.

And currently, Zayne found himself subjected to a consultation by said robot.

“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?” Baymax inquires. A chart of faces ranging in emotion and color flash over his chest in display. At the highest end stood a red expression painted in anguish, and to the lowest was a green facade of serenity.

Quickly, Zayne plainly states his number to mirror his current state. “Zero.”

Baymax stares him down with the abyss of his rather blank eyes wordlessly after receiving the response. In mere seconds, a pixelated, monotone hum with a hint of warmth made its way to Zayne’s ears. “Scan complete. You have sustained no recent injuries. However, your cortisol and neurotransmitter levels indicate that you are experiencing stress.”

No, really? Zayne’s brows and posture straightened then, removing his glasses and setting them aside. He echoes the conclusion, pushing down the unspoken remark with a bite of his tongue. “Stress? Is that so?”

Baymax nods, holding up a singular finger as he continues to reveal his findings. “This can be attributed to, for example, overconsumption of sugary foods or work overload. Have you had any of these two things recently?”

Zayne’s lips purse in thought, remembering the new maple syrup you had doused his pancakes in over an hour ago. ‘I picked this up during an overseas mission and thought you might like it,’ you explained to him, drawing an intricately sticky pattern of hearts atop his breakfast. It was still just syrup—not so much a difference in flavor to a regular one you could find at the nearby supermarket—but he was grateful for the gift nonetheless as he indulged in the sweet treat with you.

“Sugar, yes. Nothing wrong with it when done in moderation.”

Sure, he had a sweet tooth. But had been doing well to maintain a healthy intake of sugary pieces, lest he wanted another round of your ‘scoldings’ and an appointment to the neighboring orthodontist again.

With a slight sigh, he clasps his hands together over the expanse of his desk and continues. As for workload? He was almost always caught up in it, whether it were hands-on procedures or consultations. Today was no exception to the rule.

“And I do have work, if that’s what you’re referring to.”

“I see. May I make a suggestion?” Baymax asks.

Zayne gives him a curt signal of acknowledgement. “You may.”

“I can assist you with said workload. I am equipped with several modules and sensors that will be of use.”

Zayne contemplates for a moment, curious to the veracity of such a claim. Well, when one forms a hypothesis, the best way to test out the theory was through a designed experiment; and he was ready to do just that. “Alright. Give me just a moment.”

With a couple of speedy taps, Zayne pulls up a recent patient file and gestures for Baymax to approach. As the airy robot bounces into place beside him, Zayne points towards a diagram, a series of numbers and waves indicating observational data. “Here. Based on what you see, can you tell me what surgery this patient underwent?”

Baymax follows the trail of red lines, analyzing quickly in succession. “Their ECG fluctuations are affected by the noraderaline administrations over time. This line,” Baymax points to a blue parallel. “Indicates the oxygen levels throughout the surgery duration.” Calmly, he turns to blink at Zayne. “Diagnosis? The patient underwent a coronary artery bypass grafting procedure.”

Zayne nodded. Each detail was right on par, much to his surprise. “I’m impressed. Your creator must have put a lot of great effort into you.”

“He did. He was wonderful.” Baymax gives a thumbs up in return. “Am I to take it that I have passed your test?”

So he knew, even without having to say anything. “You have,” Zayne confirms with a small smile.

“Here.” Baymax raises his fingers and curls them into a fist, waiting for Zayne to meet him halfway. Slowly, Zayne does just that, meeting the soft plush before it was pulled away and sealed with a robotic tune.

“Ba-la-la-la-lah.”

“Bah… What now?”

“We have completed our first task together. This warrants a celebratory fist bump.” Baymax returns his enclosed fist towards the confused doctor once more. “You must also say it while our fists connect.”

Not finding it in himself to disagree, Zayne repeats the actions from before and adds on with an unsure, “Ba-la-lah.” Slightly strange, though it held a tinge of endearment that reminded him of a certain someone; he suddenly didn’t mind it as much then, shaking his head to himself.

It satisfied Baymax all the same, hand wiggling away before a sound disrupts the next file to be displayed. Zayne’s phone rings then, a custom set of notes indicating there was only one special caller. Your name flashed on his screen, buzzing in patience as his gaze flicked between that and Baymax.

“Do you mind if I take this?”

Baymax blinks. “I do not mind.”

“Thank you.”

With a swipe, Zayne presses his phone to the cup of his ear, voice softening to answer your call. “Good morning. Are you heading out now?”

“Morning! How did you know?” 

Zayne could make out the rustling of keys with the pattern of your footsteps, a light yet amused scoff from him trickling into the receiver. Even if it weren’t for the traces of noise, you usually left around this time and always texted him a new emoji without missing a day, so of course he knew. You followed up almost immediately with another answer to support your stance. 

“New mission just came in, and it happens to be near Akso, so we’ll be seeing each other again pretty soon.”

“Oh?” His brow quirks at the idea. “What requires you to be in the area, exactly?” Zayne’s hazel hues instinctively settle on the black pools of Baymax’s blink, already knowing the answer that you proceeded to relay.

“There was a… Wanderer sighted?” Even over the phone, your voice relayed doubt amidst a warm crackling sound. “Well it’s not exactly one…allegedly. But rather something big, round and white? Tara said it looked like a walking marshmallow,” you chuckled. Well, it’s not like you were wrong, Zayne confirms with another glance. “Either way, it’s caused an uproar and the Association is sending me to check it out. I’m assuming you already know what it is?”

“I do.” Baymax tilts his head, pointing a finger to himself in quiet curiosity. Zayne raises his own to his mouth, indicating for a secret to be kept as he muses into the call. “And no, not a Wanderer. Stop by my office when you get here and you’ll see.”

“I’ll be there in 15 if traffic is kind to me,” you chirped in reply. He could make out the humming of your motorcycle come to life, indicating the start of your journey. “See you then! Love you.”

“Alright. Love you too. Be safe.”

As the call came to an end, Zayne shifted his gaze to the even shiftier companion before him. Though Baymax couldn’t necessarily smile, the doctor could feel it radiating off of its plush form as he lifted a familiar finger.

“Your pulse and heart rate have quickened greatly. The rate went from 87 beats per minute to 102 in about ten seconds.” Baymax pauses, and a screen with infographics begins to luminate across his chest once more. “Symptoms may include, but are not limited to, your pituitary glands—“

“I’m aware of how hearts work.” Zayne gestures around to their environment, the glimmer of his name tag reflecting the morning sun filtering through the tall windows. “And… everything else.”

He was a cardiac surgeon, first and foremost. His efforts and contributions have earned him plenty of accolades in the field, a testament to his brilliance and especially at a younger age in comparison to his medical peers. But second to none was he also your partner—naturally, his heart would’ve soared regardless. He was aware of the source to his increased palpitations.

“You are also smiling,” Baymax comments. “Does this person make you happy?”

Zayne freezes then, unbeknownst of how the edges of his lips were curled into a gentle grin. His lips almost straighten then, fingertips brushing over them in thought. He lets out a resounding hum in confirmation, looking away bashfully for a brief moment. “Very much so.”

“That is good. Having someone who makes you ‘happy’ will improve your quality of life.” As if sending him his seal of approval, Baymax gives an affirmative fist of encouragement. No sooner did a wrapped lollipop appear between said fist, and he held it towards Zayne in offering. “Here, have a lollipop.”

“Thank you.” Zayne takes the candy in acceptance, wrapper crinkling in removal before a taste of winterberry spreads across his tongue. “Shall we go through another file until a certain someone comes barging in?”

He could already imagine how your grand entrance would play out, and this time, knowingly smiles to himself at the thought.

With an enthusiastic nod, Baymax takes a nearby chair and places it beside Zayne’s own. Deflating slightly to fit the mold, he puffs up once more in preparation.

“I am ready. Let’s work together, Dr. Zayne.”

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Kn8 Relax spin-off updated the 2nd part of chapter 1 on their online reading site and (for me) there's only one panel that matters

"I wish he/senpai become a full officer succesfully..."

JP site just in case

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ㅡstill you

📜🖋️🎀SUPPORT MY KO-FI🎀🖋️📜

it seems like aimlessly wandering around the neighbourhood instead of staying inside the uncomfortably quiet house is a wrong move on your part. if you were to know the appearance of a certain someone beforehand, you wouldn’t have to cross paths with this crazy young man looking right back at you with complex emotions swirling in his dark eyes you don’t want to name.

the goddess of fate is playing with you.

just as it was quick for you to turn around, not to continue walking in the path where the tall figure is blocking your way, liu zhichuan is also quick to grab your wrist hastily. without looking at him, you can clearly see the face he is making as he gasps like he’s also surprised at what he did. even with the thick layer of your sweater, you feel him tremble.

it makes you sigh. how such a mighty gold-tier esper, hailing as the closest one to divine-tier, acts as a vulnerable human in contrary to the deity-like image he had established.

“…have you eaten?” after a long pause, liu zhichuan finally said something.

you tried to retract your wrist. to no surprise, his grip only tightens yet still loose for you to move if you use force.

“i was about to—” the growling of your stomach interrupts your words as the tense air surrounding the two of you lightens a bit. how embarrassing.

“pfft.” 

“don’t you dare.”

“yes, ma’am.” you glared at liu zhichuan who had his head turned down while his shoulders shook in quiet laughter.

“let me take you out.” liu zhichuan seeing you open your mouth to reject his invitation immediately said, “my treat.”

looks like it’s a good thing he decided to patrol the area. who would have thought fate would bless him with your existence on this cold night? you let him lead, his hand still on your wrist. liu zhichuan felt like he wants to be daring. slowly, his fingers slid down to fill the gaps between yours and you had let him. despite the mess he is in right now with protecting the child of divinity, liu zhichuan is so happy he feels like his thunderous heart can be heard by you. he couldn't even bother to wipe off the smug grin written on his face.

AAAAAAHHH HERE IT GOES LIU ZHICHUAN/READER FIC i just met him today and finish the manhua and wrote him immediately like the wip i was writing first isn't waiting for me to finish it HAHAHHAHA

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I FINALLY GOT TO CATCH UP TO ROTMHS MANHWA HHOOOOOOOO ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

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how do one open commissions...

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How long do you think Chung Myung would be in denial for when he catches feelings? And how do you believe he admits/realises he's in love?

he can be in denial for so long and when i say long, believe me, it will be YEARS but it depends on which chung myung is this: pbss chung myung will be oblivious to his feelings but he pretty much catches on a little bit late. he can go lengths and lengths for the person of his affection and never realize he sees them in a romantic light until the universe sends a signal — in the form of chang mun sahyung dropping cryptic hints to chung myung about his feelings. he’ll be pretty skeptical at first. he will undergo the denial phase for many years because ya know ╮(￣▽￣"")╭ he can be quite good at keeping his emotions in check. chung myung can deny but his actions will say otherwise HAHAHAA ꉂꉂ◟(˃᷄ꇴ˂᷅๑)༡

mhdd chung myung, however, is too focused on rebuilding mount hua and keeping in check to make sure mount hua will surpass its former glory — HE WILL HAVE NO TIME REALIZING HIS FEELINGS. the people around him??? they aren’t blind ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ who can resist seeing their youngest one experiencing the winds of sweet spring? even more that the youngest in question is chung myung. they will be intrigued and having second thoughts — because how???? yeah. and so, jo gul is the one first to speak up and oh boy chung myung is hella confused until he gets angry about whatever love nonsense and threatens him to do hard drills <(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)> this will be followed by the others until the sect leader and the elders hear of it: hyun young is proud, un gom and un am are surprised, hyun sang prays for whoever got chung myung’s heart, and hyung jong is excited to hear more about it from the lover boy himself (they don't know chung myung doesn’t know he has romantic feelings…) once brought up in front of him and everyone leaves him alone with his thoughts, he is having crisis HHAHAHAHAA ꉂꉂ◟(˃᷄ꇴ˂᷅๑)༡

the similarity between the two is that during the in-denial phase, chung myung keeps giving the person of his affection dirty looks and mumbling to himself (͠≖~≖ ͡ )

as for admitting his feelings, chung myung is internally screaming and raging and just (he has been using his brain to think for fourteen hours now he says, ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ ‘fuck it’)…admits. will he confess? nopeee, he will not confess right away. he is most likely to see if the other person also sees him in the same way and even if he does notice, he’ll never say a thing. chung myung is the type of person to place friendship and family above of all else and with the conflicts surrounding the sects, he doesn’t want to hurt the other person or lead them on. then again, you just know chung myung treats a special someone by attaching them with an object that reminds him of them, he openly shows his affection like that.

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I need more chung myung/reader fics ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

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narumi gen is so pathetic for his crush.

there he is, sitting comfortably in the rubble as he waits for the rest of the mission to come to an end. his weapon laid down beside him, phone in his hand to get his daily log-in rewards.

“this is l/n from the operation room.” 

you ignored the knowing glances of the officers inside the room. it wouldn’t have been bothering. as one expects to be a committed anti-kaiju defense force officer assigned in the first division, important figures have taken notice of your existence that brought a great contribution to subjugation missions. you maintained the facial muscles to not contort anything near to what you feel right now.

the young man on the large screen immediately perks up at the sound of your voice right next to his ears. narumi stood up and brushed off the dust in his suit. when he was certain, there was no untidiness left in his body — narumi’s hand ran through his hair to push them back.

as if his antics weren't bad enough already, he had to go and give a serious look to the hovering camera.

yet no officers in the operation room are blind. they could clearly see the corner of his lips curl up!

show off!

it wouldn’t have been a bother if captain narumi did not obviously have a crush on you. your superior is seriously making it difficult for you to get stuff done.

“oh, is that l/n i hear?” narumi mused. “i thought you were in the 2nd division. i didn’t know you were back.” he grabs the camera and moves it to his best angle, flashing a smile. “welcome home.”

“i appreciate the gesture but captain…” the blinking red circle moves, your gaze remains fixed upon it.

“yes, do you have something to say to me?”

“…sir, there’s three kaiju estimated to be honju-classified currently on the move in your direction.”

“oh…”

the officers seem more concerned with playing the audience to a budding romance than actually wrapping up the mission.

"what's with the tone? i have a report to submit right after this, captain. take care."

"oh—" narumi realizes, "oh!"

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🐌: geru i can't believe we're both on hiatus at the same time as everyone else 😔😔😔💔 we're starving the readers geru......... have you seen how dry the rotbb x reader tags are 😭😭😭😭 i had to squeeze out a few paras every week on my tang gunak wip.... the writers block is hitting so hard 😭😭😭😭😭 AND i have a 9-5 now i ain't making work like i used to partner 🌾🌾🌾🌄🌄🌄 *gallops sadly into the sunset* do you think we've yeed our yast hwar is our prime over.....

NNAAHHH 'CAUSE I LITERALLY HAVE NO TIME FOR WRITING I CANT EVEN SQUEEZE IT IN (ಸ ︿ ಸ ✿) AND I CAN SEE THAT IT WAS THE SAME FOR YOU (´• ᴗ •̥`✿) OHH THE STRUGGLES (⓪__⓪ ✿) THE LACK OF ROTMHS/READER CONTENT IS SCARY YOU KNOW AND ALSO OMGG!!! CONGRATS GETTING A JOB I HOPE YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)

ㅡsleepless nights

this is for my starving chung myung girlies out there

with a hand supporting your body beside him, the room has no lights on — allowing chung myung to admire your moonlit visage as you comfortably slept on him. there’s a difference in the placements of the ochoko in the table. a bottle of popular brewed alcohol that you wanted to try hearing it was good and has gained a quite of reputation of being a strong hit. and admittedly, chung myung wants a taste too. that same bottle, or should he say, bottles? he doesn’t know how you hid and brought all of them from your room to his. the room is cluttered with alcohol bottles and abandoned ochoko. a mess in his side. tidy in yours.

seven. 

it’s the seventh cup that has brought you to sluggishly fall in his arms without regard for whether chung myung is ready to catch you or not. yet here you are, sleeping soundly. six of ochoko are placed neatly and the last one is still in your hand.

earlier, chung myung was tempted to push you off him. years and years flew by, and again, he was reminded of the soft spot you have earned in his heart. adoring eyes disguised as no more of a strict instructor, less than platonic and more deeper than that. little ways of affection slipping here and then.

he just can’t bring himself not to.

your hold in the ochoko is loose, chung myung didn’t have a difficult time moving it to the table along with the others. quietly, with only the soft noise of rustled clothes and watchful eyes of the stars, chung myung carries you until your back hits the mattress. 

a pair of plum blossom eyes settled to your sleeping face, thin-veiled of the moon rays above, shining down the locks of your untied hair that has grown long. 

chung myung admired it for a while. 

in his palm, your hair wasn’t held tight. it was loose. a small movement and it will slip away so he leans down, closes his eyes and a feather-light kiss is placed, your familiar scent invading his senses.

chung myung hopes your dreams are sweet and happy.

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ume with a reader who doesn't like vegetables will give him a huge whiplash. what do you mean by that? you don’t eat them? sure, he understands some don't like them but still eat, say, for example, the kids. how are you sustaining yourself? ume is so worried like a mother hen. he’ll not-so-subtlety convince you to eat them or ask kotoha to make them delicious just for you but he’ll never force you if you can’t stomach them. he is like a cute slump big white puppy, the sight of him being so worried,  that you can’t bring yourself not to give in and soothe his worries away — ume perks up when he sees you poking the cauliflowers on the curried and chickpea dish, unsure how to pick up the vegetable, he watches you silently as the fork is stabbed in the lower part, amused at your cuteness. you look pleasantly surprised at the taste, looking him right in the eyes (ume feels his heart quickens oh the effect you have on him), serious and sparkly as if you have found a long-hidden treasure, “it’s delicious.” 

best to say, what happens next he teaches you how to cut the cauliflowers to small sections and insists he feeds you because you’re so cute he might chomp his teeth in your cheeks out of cuteness aggression.

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i miss you guys and i miss writing (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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someday sakura's romance sensor will bring trouble to suo.

the thought of it brings a sigh to the one-eyed patch young man.

“hm?” a voice hummed beside him, he glanced down to see you curiously looking back at him. suo ignored the little leap his heart made. “are you still tired from the fight a few days ago?”

“oh, is it that obvious?” suo smiled. he set down the cup on the table and slightly leaned into you. suo fights back his laugh as he hears a choke somewhere in front of him. his sappanwood eye focused on yours, intense.

“why don’t you nurse me back to health?” he teased.

and there is it. the reaction he is looking for — your flustered, shy expression. then, it immediately changes to a glare he found so cute. suo takes a quick look at the bicolored or should he say, tricolored man? sakura’s face is flaming red, he almost resembles a tomato.

suo chuckled. “ah, did i accidentally set off a sensor?”

“suo-san!” nirei’s eyes darted to sakura’s trembling form and suo’s smiling face back and forth, nervous. you do the same, confused by what suo’s words. what sensor???

too bad, you will never know about it until sakura can’t take any more of suo’s teasing.

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Hello everyone! Geru here 🤗 just checking in to say I'm still alive barely and I've been busy with irl stuffs so I haven't update here that much

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our mandarin teacher sucks ://