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partyanimal167 · 9 months

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A Chef's Treat- Sanji x F!Reader

Not gonna lie, I've been a little nervous to write Sanji's character, but I want some practice, and I love the idea of someone cooking for that man. (As a chef, that's all I ever want) Here's a little fic to test the waters with that sweet boy.

CW: none, fluff, fem reader, black fem reader in mind, not proofread bc I'm emotionally exhausted

It was your job to feed people, and you took it very seriously. There wasn't a reason for anyone to be hungry when you're around.

You saw a lot of people come and go on your island. The bright, hot weather meant that people to could vacation year-round, and there was plenty of yummy food always in season. It was your own personal paradise, and while you did like to see other islands, your home was in that busy seaside town.

And the sea meant all kinds of people, so who knew what your customers would be like to day. You had just finished up your small break when you heard a good amount of commotion at the entrance.

"Food time!"

The servers peeked from the back and whispered amongst themselves nervously.

"What's going on?"

The group turned towards you before looking back on the dining floor. "It's the Straw Hat crew!"

"...okay, and? We see pirates every day here." you grumbled as you fixed your apron around your waist.

"They're dangerous!"

"They destroy towns!"

"Look at the bounties!"

You rolled your eyes. "As long as they have Berry, then I don't see a problem." You walked out to the main dining area, waving at your regulars as you saw the crew settle in.

A red-head pulled on the cheek of Straw Hat. You were a bit surprised yourself. You heard the tales and read the paper, but up close and personal, the crew seemed like a hungry bunch of friends who were goofing off.

You placed a basket of bread down which was immediately grabbed by the captain. "Welcome, I'm the chef here. Thanks for coming by. What can I get you to drink?" A mess of orders was shouted by the captain--mainly being meat--but you did here the drinks ordered: sake, wine, milk, tea, orange juice, water. You nodded and went to back where you glared at your servers who gave into your stubbornness and prepared the drinks.

When you returned, the woman reached into her bralette and handed you a stack of berries. "This is just to start. I have no idea how much this idiot is going to eat." You were shocked by the amount but giggled to yourself. The money was secured, so there was nothing to fret over.

The crew was there for a few hours--eating and drinking--when a blonde man entered and joined them carrying four large bags filled with groceries from fruit to cured sausages. He placed the items down carefully before squeezing himself on the edge and lighting a cigarette.

"Got everything you need?" the long-nosed one asked.

The man sighed deeply but looked satisfied all the same. "Yes thankfully. I'm surprised Luffy hasn't eaten everything from this place yet. I could use a bite to eat myself."

"Well, I'm glad to be of service." you beamed at the man as you placed a plate of vegetable pasta in front of him. "Here's somethin' light for you." the man looked up at you, and it was like his eyes became hearts.

"Mademoiselle, the heavens must be blessing me if I get to me you on this simple day." he cooed at you.

You chuckled before waving your hand. "Just call me, y/n. And eat up!"

"I'm Sanji," he then paused, "I'm never one to refuse food, but how could I take the fruits of your labor?"

You giggled before shaking your head. "Don't refuse the chef! I want you to enjoy my food. You must know how I feel."

And Sanji did, so he took a forkful and placed it gently in his mouth. The flavors bombarded his tongue, and he felt his cheeks warm from the obvious care and attention that was made. He practically melted in his seat and looked up at you with soft eyes. "Delicious," he purred.

"Great!" you clapped your hands together. "There's more where that came from!" you turned to go back to the kitchen.

"Wait," Sanji stood and called, "I must learn how that's made! Let me follow you to the kitchen."

You pushed him back into his seat by the shoulders. "This is the time for you to rest. Us fellow cooks rarely get treated by others, so enjoy this Sanji. Please~" you winked.

The man seemed to enter his own loving, floaty headspace. He swayed in his chair as you came back and forth with dishes to try. The Strawhats spent the entire day in your establishment, and while the navigator didn't seem too pleased to hand her money over, everyone had a good time.

Sanji went on and on about how much he enjoyed your food that it did have you blushing and giggling a bit. It was always nice to feed people, but it was great to hear compliments from people who cooked as well. The Strawhats promised to come back the next day, but as they were leaving, you grabbed the cook and pulled towards your kitchen--ready to see what you could cook up together.

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Sanji!!! I promise to write you more next year! You deserve it.

I want more chef fics! I feel like it's such an overlooked profession in fandoms, but I wanna come home from a long day in the kitchen and read about the kitchen with my favs lol

#one piece #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #fem reader #black fem reader #fluff #partyanimal167

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natsuzoku · 2 years

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TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK

feat. Bokuto, Kuroo, Mattsukawa and Kageyama

TW: none really, just a sick gn!reader and a lot of fluff

A/N: Repost from my old blog.

BOKUTO really wishes he could take away all that pain, even bear it himself if that meant you’d be okay. He’d ask you often if you’d like to be cuddled because he wants to keep you warm.

“Mmm, Bo, you don’t have to be so close, love” you whisper, “You’ll fall sick.”

These words were only counterproductive, as you feel his grip on you tighten. “I’m not gonna get sick, and I’m not letting you go, okay?” Bokuto is well aware that he isn’t the best cook, so he gets Akaashi to make you some lovely chicken soup in hopes that you feel better. The boy is extremely paranoid, but he tries to keep his anxiety in control, so as not to worry you. He finds himself reading tons of WikiHow articles on how to nurse a sick loved one because he wants to learn and give you the best care there is out there.

You're the light of his life and he'd do anything to keep you happy and healthy.

KUROO knows you’re sick when he feels your body heat up beside him as you lay sleeping. His efforts to gently rouse you went in vain as you didn’t escape the clutches of your feverish doze. Not batting an eyelid, the man quickly grabs a cloth and some water and spends the rest of the night by your bedside, occasionally replacing the cloth on your forehead as he tries to bring down your temperature. You wake up groggily to find him making breakfast.

“Here you go, I made you something light and healthy. You’re running a fever, so I’ll take the day off to care for you. And don’t forget to eat up the fruits!”

He quickly changes the subject when you ask him if he’s slept well, and digs into breakfast like he just drank a can of Red Bull. Kuroo will go a hundred sleepless nights if he could make sure that you’d rest well.

You don’t care about being sick, and MATTSUKAWA is quite aware of that. So when you sit in front of your laptop that morning, neglecting your raging headache and the rising fever, he decides to draw the line.

“Hey. Look at me”, he tells you softly, but firmly. “Listen, you’re mature enough to know your own body and its limits, but even you will admit that you’re sick.”

“Don’t you pride yourself on your work? If you do work when you’re sick, there’s no way it is going to be as good as the work you do when you’re okay, and no, don’t argue with me on that. So if you want to do substandard work in discomfort, be my guest. Or else, you can relax in bed for a while and wait for your body to get better so you can be yourself again.”

Five minutes later, you find yourself in your bed, waiting for Mattsun to bring you your favourite warm drink as you choose a channel to watch. You might be grumbling at the moment, but you’ll thank him later for getting you to rest, and he knows it.

KAGEYAMA knows you were overworking yourself at a rate where you'd fall sick, but he can’t seem to convince you as you always told him to practice what he preached. He knows how much you’d exert yourself, ignoring all the warning signs your body was giving you because according to you, work is much more important to you than your health. So when you wake up one morning, face visibly flushed with the fever you were running, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

"No, you are not going to work. You're sick, love. You need rest." He stated, simply and firmly, tucking you back in bed albeit your reluctance.

Kageyama is quite clueless on how to take care of you; the poor bean is so nervous that he’d mess things up. He’ll frequently call Hinata to make sure that he was doing all the right things. For once, volleyball isn’t the first thing on his mind, because right now, the only thing that needs his attention is you. He may be awkward about it, but you know he how much he loves you in the way he does the little things.

comments and reblogs highly appreciated!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #kageyama x reader #bokuto x reader #mattsukawa x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #kuroo tetsuro fluff #kageyama tobio #bokuto fluff

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jellyluchi · 3 years

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La Squadra x Reader going on a picnic together

A/N: Sometime last year I wanted to see this exact scenario and requested it to some blog because I was too insecure about my own writing / characterization to write it myself. But with my recent inspiration and motivation I thought I should give it a try. I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: none Genre: fluff

Sorbet & Gelato:

They are actually very frequent picnic goers. It's a relaxing stress relief from their job and both of them are much too domestic not to participate in an activity that allows them to both cook and be in your presence. Gelato, especially, gets excited for picnic days. He loves the perfect windy weather and delicious food that Sorbet makes while you help. nothing makes his domestic senses tingle than seeing you with a basket in hand, ready to set up the blanket in an Italian countryside landscape. They prefer the solitude over a park. Sorbet loves enjoying the simplicities in life, which includes hand feeding you both snacks while Gelato chatters on about how lovely it all is. And, of course, they're always up for cuddling on the dew covered grass where Gelato loves rolling around while hugging you, just for fun

Risotto:

In truth, this man has always wanted to enjoy a good picnic. However, because of is lack of a significant other, he didn't feel the need to go just by himself. You bring a lot of motivation into his life, motivation to cook for you, take care of you, protect you and so on. When you brought up he idea, he already started thinking of what food to pack and where to go. He thought of the perfect spot before you could bring it up and truly, it's a beautiful site, a lake near his old home in South Italy. It's quite a long drive but he enjoys every minute as you sing along to your favorite songs in the car. He had the idea to bring a music player so both of you could dance in the meadow with nothing to interrupt you.

Prosciutto:

Being domestically inclined, you would think Prosciutto would bring up the idea of a picnic himself. But it's a surprise to him when you relay your wish. Nonetheless, he tries his best to make it a reality for you. He remembers a particular spot you'd driven by when going back from a mission, somewhere up in the hills with the view of the sea and he knows it would be exactly how you pictured. He helps you pack the snacks and you can't stop him when he packs some alcohol as well, perhaps it's nice to indulge in. He makes light chatter while eating and his laugh makes for the perfect soundtrack to accompany the atmosphere. You'd never seen him so relaxed and you think to yourself that perhaps you should bring him out more often.

Pesci:

You are unable to miss the excitement in his eyes when you tell him you'd like to go on a picnic. He'd wanted to go for a very long time but didn't mention it out of fear you wouldn't enjoy it and then he eventually forgot. What better place than the beach to relax in and eat some cheese with crackers while he fishes? He encourages you to dip your toes in the water even if only for a moment and you two get to sit at the dock for idle chatter while watching the sun go down. He even brought jackets for the both of you in case it gets cold. If you're up for it, he'll pack swimsuits to splash around in the water. The best part is that you never have to walk back to the car because he can fetch anything with Beach Boys.

Formaggio:

The moment when Formaggio woke up to see you packing for a picnic early in the morning, he realized he was in love. He already knew he loves you but something about the mirth in your eyes and your excitement for the outdoors that day made him so sure he's in love, a state of being he wasn't ever expecting to be in. He'd readily agreed to go on an outing that day, joking that perhaps you could have a picnic at home where he shrinks you both and you get a little doll house to eat in. You want to humor his idea some other time but for now it feels nice to have him slip his fingers through your hair while having some cheese. Of course you joke about the situation and he rolls his eyes with no real irritation. In his mind however, he wants to freeze the moment and live in it forever.

Melone:

In some ways, Melone is the perfect companion for a picnic. You know this because you have already gone to quite a few of them with him. He's helpful, chatty, and cheerful the whole time. There's never a dull moment between you two as you sit on the blanket with some drinks in hand. The reason why you fell for him in the first place becomes all too clear when he says something witty just to hear you laugh or cringe in utter disgust, on purpose because he loves your reactions to such things. He always makes his appreciation towards you known in these moment, rather classically holding your hand to profess his sincere feelings. You always feel him opening up from his façade whenever you get him alone in these moments.

Illuso:

He's hesitant when you tell him you're planning a picnic. He assumed it would be in a park full of people but when you request him to take you to the mirror world he understands your idea and he enjoys it so much. Seclusion and solitude are things that go hand in hand for him and with you in the picture he can't imagine a better way to spend his day. He's not picky on the food or the picnic spot and he knows you wouldn't disappoint with your selection. A lot of the picnic is spent in silence, not that it's a problem between you two, the shared intimacy of holding one another and listening to nothing is much too precious to the both of you.

Ghiaccio:

It was surprising how quickly Ghiaccio warmed up to this. Truthfully, you were expecting you'd have to convince him heavily before he agreed, but you're not complaining. You don't realize how much he just wants to see you happy when you're distracted at the beautiful scenery you're driving by. He's uncharacteristically silent because he doesn't want to miss the wind in your hair or the cheer in your voice when you speak. He tries to keep his composure from melting at your joy, only being able to blush at your chatter. And when you try to feed him a piece of fruit he all but almost explodes from his heart racing. No matter how long you are together he cannot get used to the warmth of your presence next to him.

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talesofarcadia78 · 3 years

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Douxie moving in with the reader? Is this ok to request?

Yeah, definitely!

Sorry, my editor took a bit more time than I expected.

Hope you like it!

Beyond Any Doubt || One Shot

Bills, bills, bills.

Bills everywhere.

Douxie was on his laptop, frantically typing away how much money he owed people and how much he needed to pay for all his bills.

Douxie wasn't the type to ask for money from others, but it was an emergency. Now, everyone that he owed money too were chasing after him. And as for the bills, he couldn't pay all of them. Even though he had two jobs, it wasn't enough.

Tipping in Arcadia wasn't the best.

He tried to request the companies more time, but they all refused. If he didn't pay his bills on time, then his internet, water, electricity would all be disconnected. He couldn't afford that.

Many people tried to help him, saying that they'll give him money to pay everything and they won't ask for it back, but he denied any help. You, his girlfriend, even tried to help out but, as stubborn as he was, he just said no.

You were currently at the grocery store, buying some fruit for Douxie. As you were checking out, you noticed the Guardians of Arcadia were all goofing around outside. You smiled. They were finally having some fun after all the Arcane Order business.

Jim had pulled out Excalibur and is still the Trollhunter, Claire had gotten a lot stronger with her powers by the help of Douxie, we were able to save Toby, Archie magically appeared out of nowhere, claiming that he and his Dad had found a way out, Krel had gotten some headphones to listen to his music, since not everyone liked him blasting it out, Aja and Steve were happy with all 7 kids of theirs and Eli loved looking after them.

You walked out of the store and went over to the gang.

"Hey, gang!" you called out.

"Hi, Y/n!" they all called back.

"What are you guys doing?" you asked.

"We're all going to get ice cream," Toby replied.

"Wanna come?" Claire asked.

"Sorry guys, I can't. I need to drop these groceries off at Douxie’s. He hasn't been eating at all, lately," you shook your head.

"Do you need any help?" Jim inquired.

"Nah. I'll manage. You guys enjoy your ice cream!" you waved.

You were about to ring the doorbell, when you remembered that you had an extra key to his house. You pulled it out and opened the door.

You were greeted by silence.

Weird.

Whenever you were at Douxie's place, you were usually greeted by loud music but, today was a different story.

"Douxie!" you called, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter.

You saw the bedroom door fling open, revealing a sleep deprived Douxie.

"Hey, love. What 'ya doing here?" Douxie asked, walking towards you.

"If you haven't noticed yourself, you haven't been taking care of yourself, so I came to check up on you and give you some food," you explained.

"I've been taking care of myself!" Douxie protested.

"Really?!" you crossed your arms. "Says the wizard who currently is obviously sleep deprived and probably hasn't eaten in god-knows-how-many days."

"Well, I've been busy," Douxie said.

"I know, I know. But you have to take care of yourself as well," you said.

"I just… I need to pay these bills and give people money. I just don't have time,' he sighed.

"Well, leave financial problems to the side for just half an hour," you instructed. "And eat."

"Fine," Douxie grumbled.

You unpacked the groceries and placed them all in the fridge. You tossed a banana to Douxie.

"Eat," you ordered.

He gobbled down the fruit in just a few seconds.

"Wow. I didn't realise I was so hungry," Douxie admitted.

"Okay. Now, eat this," you said, handing him a sandwich.

"You're going to just feed me food for half an hour?" Douxie asked, his mouth filled with bread.

"Of course not! After you eat that sandwich, I’m gonna make you go to sleep," you said.

"But-" Douxie started but you cut him off.

"No 'buts' or 'ifs'. You will be going to sleep, that's my order," you lightly scolded.

After Douxie finished his sandwich you pushed him to his room. You confiscated his phone and laptop and put them outside.

"Now, you, Mr. Casperan, are going to sleep," you stated, heading out of his room just before he grabbed you wrist a spun you around to face him.

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Not until you kiss me."

He pulled back, waiting for you. You rolled your eyes and kissed him on his cheek.

"Now can you go to sleep?" you questioned.

"I meant- You know what…" Douxie leaned down and smashed his lips onto yours.

You were taken by surprise but you quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and started to play with his hair, while he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you close. Soon after, the two of you pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching.

"Now can you go to sleep?" you repeated.

Douxie didn't reply, he just started to walk forward, making you walk back. Your back suddenly hit a wall.

Your breath hitched as Douxie leaned in for another kiss.

Douxie found your hands behind his neck and pinned them on either side of you, interlocking your warm ones with his cold ones. Archie came strolling into the bedroom, but he quickly spun around when he saw the two of you making out. Giving the two of you privacy, he walked back outside.

Sooner then Douxie wanted, you pulled away for air.

"Now, you're going to bed," you said, pushing him away.

Douxie opened his mouth to speak but you placed a finger to his lips.

"No more excuses," you said, "Sleep."

You pushed him onto his bed and tucked him in and walked out of his room, closing the door behind you.

You plopped onto the couch and opened up Douxie's laptop. As soon as you opened it, you saw a bunch of numbers on the screen.

That's a lot of money.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," a voice spoke.

You jumped and looked towards the source. You realised it was just Archie and leaned back into the couch, while Archie flew to you and sat himself down in your lap.

"Hey, Arch. How's it going?" you asked.

"Good. I, uh… wanted to greet you earlier but you were um… preoccupied with Douxie," Archie hesitated.

You blushed and looked away, "Uh… we were just… umm… yeah."

"Anyways, about Douxie," Archie started, "I'm worried for him. I doubt he has the money to pay for everything. I've been trying to help him out by reaching out to a couple wizard friends of his, but there's only so much that I can do. Y/n, can you please help him out?"

"Of course I will, Arch. I just need to figure out how," you replied.

Archie nodded his head and sat there in silence, while you were thinking ways to help poor Douxie out. You started to absent-mindedly stroke Archie’s fur, earning a purr from him. After a couple of minutes, your eyes began to droop and you stopped stroking Archie. Soon, you fell into a deep slumber. The familiar noticed this and looked up to you, before he realised you were asleep. He carefully removed your hand off of him and he flew to get a throw blanket for you. When he returned, he heard very quiet snores from you. Archie laid the blanket on top of you and let you rest.

Half an hour later

Douxie was up and refreshed, while you were still peacefully asleep on the couch. Douxie opened up the door to see Archie playing with a ball of red yarn on a window sill. Archie noticed Douxie and stopped playing with the yarn. Douxie was about to ask where Y/n was but Archie held a finger up to his mouth and then pointed towards the couch. He walked over to the couch and saw that you were sleeping.

He smiled. You looked cute when you were asleep. Douxie quietly sat himself down next to you, planted a kiss on your temple and started to get back to his financial problem.

After 10 mins

You started to stir awake from your nap. As you opened your eyes, you felt a light tickling sensation in your hair. You saw Douxie was sitting next to you, staring at his laptop while absently ruffling your hair.

"Douxie," you whispered, instantly getting his attention.

"Hey there, love. Had a nice nap?" Douxie asked.

You only nodded your head. You tried to look what Douxie was doing on his laptop but you couldn't clearly read what was on the screen since you could only see half of it. Douxie opened up his arm and you snuggled into him. You once again saw numbers.

"Handling bills?" you guessed.

"Yeah," Douxie replied.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

"Hey, Doux," you called.

"Yes, love?" Douxie asked.

"You know how you don't have enough money to pay for the bills. What if you moved into my place instead and put this place up on the market?" you suggested (idk how housing works, just go along with it), "You wouldn't have to pay for the bills, so less money to give."

He thought about it for a minute.

"Mordrax's miracles! That's a great idea!" Douxie cheered.

"Great! We can start moving your stuff tomorrow," you said.

You looked once again at the laptop screen to check the time, 4:15 p.m.

"Do you want some tea?" Douxie asked, closing the laptop.

"Sure," you nodded.

After drinking the tea that Douxie made, the two of you decided to go out for a walk.

You and Douxie were walking down the path, hand in hand, when you spotted Toby, Claire and Jim. The trio also noticed you and Douxie, and ran up to you.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Claire giggled.

"Hey guys! What're you up to?" Douxie inquired.

"Just hanging around," Jim shrugged.

"Wait, weren't you guys with the rest of the gang?" you questioned.

"Yeah, we were but, they had other things to do. Steve, Aja and Eli had to take care of the kids. Then Krel had to adjust one of his inventions," Toby answered, "They left just before we got ice cream!"

"Yeah, T.P. here is just whining about how we couldn't get ice cream," Claire chuckled.

"I am not!"

"Well, why don't the five of us go right now?" you recommended.

"Yes! 'Mission: Get Ice Cream' is back in action!" Toby cheered, fist pumping the air.

You all made your way to an ice cream truck that was on the other side of town.

Jim and Claire were currently arguing over what ice cream flavour to get, since they wanted to share. Toby was happily enjoying his Nougat Nummy flavoured ice cream, while you and Douxie waited for Jim and Claire to decide. It was currently between chocolate and strawberry. The ice cream scooper decided to step in and suggest a whole different flavour to them. Thank the stars, they agreed. You and Douxie finally got to order. Douxie didn't minded what flavour you got, so you ordered vanilla, the classic.

Toby had already finished his ice cream, Jim and Claire were feeding each other, and you and Douxie were basically doing the same thing as the other two lovebirds.

"Sorry to interrupt your guys' little romantic session, but we should probably start heading back," Toby stated.

"Right," Jim nodded giving the last bite to Claire before he threw the little bowl away.

"Yeah, we should too," Douxie nodded, as you threw away your rubbish.

You all waved goodbye as the trio walked towards the neighbourhood, while you and Douxie made your way to your apartment.

"So, do you think Archie's gonna scratch my couch?" you asked, pointing to your newly bought furniture.

"Depends on how he's feeling," Douxie shrugged.

"Right, cause I don't want a scratched couch in just a few days. I bought that. I'll get something for him to scratch on," you concluded.

After you two had a discussion about tomorrow, Douxie headed back to his place.

Next morning, you had woken up bright and early to move Douxie's stuff to your place.

Right now you were cleaning around the apartment while your wizard was packing.

"Y/n! I'm done packing!" Douxie called.

"Bring your stuff out here!" you shouted.

Douxie came from his bedroom with a suitcase, laptop bag and a gig bag.

"You don't have much stuff," you commented.

"Nope. What are we going to do with the furniture and other stuff?" Douxie inquired.

"Well, we could put it up for sale if you don't want it. Or you can keep it," you replied.

"Nah, I don't need it. We can just put up for sale," Douxie said.

"Right. Now, let's get your stuff over to my place," you said, making a portal and gestured Douxie to go through.

He obeyed and went through the portal as you followed behind.

You were now in your living room where Archie was scratching the scratch post you bought for him.

"Hey, Arch!" you greeted.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," Archie nodded.

"Well, hello to you too Arch," Douxie grumbled as he placed down his belongings.

"Hello, Douxie," Archie added and went back to clawing the post.

You lead Douxie to your room and helped him unpack.

After unpacking his things, you started to make lunch.

You were trying to get oil from the top shelf but you couldn't quite reach it. You were going to ask Douxie, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, bringing you back into a chest.

"Douxie, my love, I was just going to ask if you could help me get that bottle of oil down from the top," you chuckled.

"I have a better idea," he said.

You turned around to face him, to see a grin on his face. He grabbed your hand and took you out of your apartment.

You were taken all the way to Sam's.

"Douxie, you know I could've just made lunch, right?" you said.

"I know but, a date is better," Douxie grinned.

As soon as you and Douxie took a seat, a waiter came up to you two and asked for your order. Since the whole idea of coming to Sam's was Douxie's, he ordered. Not long after, the waiter came back with two burgers and two soft drinks. You thanked the waiter before digging into the food.

After lunch, the two of you hiked your way up to the Bluff.

"How… much… longer… till… we get… there?" you panted.

You seriously needed to get out more cause you were exhausted.

"Just a few more-" Douxie started but you cut him off.

"Please don't say 'minutes'!" you begged.

"I was going to say 'metres'," Douxie finished.

"Thank the stars!" you gasped and ran the rest of the way.

You came to halt as you saw the beautiful sunset in front of you.

Definitely worth hiking for.

"So, you happy you came up here?" Douxie asked.

"Beyond any doubt," you breathed.

You tore your gaze from the scene to Douxie.

"So, you happy that you moved into my place? you smirked.

"Beyond any doubt," Douxie repeated your words, stepping forward and bringing you closer to him.

You stared up into his soft, hazel eyes, while he stared into your childlike, e/c eyes. You both leaned in and closed the gap between each other.

Now that Douxie had moved into your place, he didn't have to worry about money that much.

And you? You had company as did Douxie and Archie. A win, win.

Word count: 2, 625

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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Hello! I hope it's okay to send another request, I always feels insecure about sending too much 😭 Anyway this is kinda weird so feel free to change anything that you don't like!

So, you know that the ackermans have that special person that they form a bond and always follows and protects them, right?

So what if Levi discovers that before the reader join the corps she used to live with Kenny (not romantically) and she's his host until for some reason they had to split up?

Thank you!

ofc! i hope you like it! <3 sorry for all the waiting hun! i hope i didn’t mess up your idea :’)

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“Stronger!” Levi commands you. You hit the practice mannequin harder, your knee finding its abdomen. Levi looks closely. He knows that way of fighting. He knows it too well. Analyzing every movement you do, every punch and every kick.

“Where are you from?” he asks. You stop hitting the mannequin to look at your captain. Sweat pearls run down your neck and your chest raises up and down fast. He handles you a bottle with water. You drink.

“From the Underground, sir. Mitras’ Underground.” Levi nods. He supposed that. As well as he supposed who taught you to fight.

“You learned there?” He asks. You nod, drinking a little bit more. He looks how your lips part from the bottle. "Who taught you?"

"Kenny the Ripper." you say. That's how he was known on the Underground. Levi nods.

“Do you mind if we drink a cup of tea while you explain me how did you met Kenny?”

After you took a shower and reunited with Levi near his dorm, he invited you to enter to the living room, where two cups were waiting to be filled with hot tea. You whispered “thanks” when Levi served you.

“Why do you know Kenny?” he asks. You take a sip of the tea before answering.

“He found me on a street, about to die of hunger.”

Someone steps on the piece of bread you were about to eat, leaving it smashed and full of dirt. You’re only six years, and you have been living like this all your life. Trying to get some bread from yesterday, some burnt pieces of meat people doesn’t want to eat. A tall and slim man stands in front of you. His hands give you a little bun. You look up at him: he’s wearing a hat and has two guns on each side of the hips. He gets on his knees.

“Are you okay? Where’s your mom?” he asks. You take a bite of the bun, so warm and soft.

“Mom died.”

Levi nods while he plays with the cup, his index touching the handle. Levi’s brows get frowned. Why the hell would Kenny Ackerman help a child?

“Continue, please.”

“He gave me something to eat and then let me sleep on his house.”

The tall man walked in front of you. Even when he looks kinda old, he kept walking fast, your tiny little legs couldn’t follow his rhythm. He looked back and found you bitting the bun.

“Come on, buddy.” he said, rushing you. You followed him as fast as you could, avoiding crashing with the people. He opened a door and let you inside. “This is your new room. It was my nephew’s...” You crawled into the bed, the softest thing you’ve ever touched. With the bun in your mouth, you tried to put your head on the pillow. “Uh- you’re going to choke! Put your head up while you eat, you little one!”

“I slept on his nephew’s room all the years I lived there, but never met him.” you say. Levi sighs before drinking a little. “He taught me how to fight, since a lot of guys wanted to get my food.”

The first day you went out to the market alone, you came back without food and without money. You were ten and some older guys kicked you and took all your things. Kenny asked why you were crying.

“Tha-that guys stole my things. The purse mommy gave me .” Kenny took a tissue and helped you to get rid of tears. He went out and came back later, when you where more calm, lying on the bed. He gave you your purse, empty but safe. “You found the bad guys?” Kenny nodded and sighed, taking his hat out. “You’re like a hero! You know how to fight?” Kenny looked at you and smiled a bit, before getting closer and make your hair a mess. “I know, buddy. And I’m going to teach you.”

Levi takes another sip, remaining silent. Kenny wasn’t a fan of children. He took care of Levi because he was his nephew, but you were just a random kid on his way. Why would he help you. Maybe he missed Levi and needed another child to take care of?

“So, you learned from him.” you nod. “How many years you lived there?”

“Since six to sixteen.” you answer. “Ten years in total.”

You entered home. You heard about the Scouts Captain, the one that is humanity’s stronger soldier. You didn’t know how amazing he was until you saw him. You went to Mitras to have a couple pieces of fruit, and an attack suddenly exploded in the center of the city. A black-haired man appeared, swinging from one building to another. That was the moment you decided to join the corps.

“Kenny!” you found him eating on the kitchen, his hat in the chair next to him.

“What’s up, bud?” he asks.

“Today I saw the strongest soldier! I want to be like him! I’m going to join the Survey Corps!”

Kenny’s gaze got lower. His nephew is considered humanity’s stronger soldier alive. He’s now your example to follow?

“Good decision, buddy. Go there and kick that old man in the ass.”

“Why did you join the Survey Corps?” he asks. You look to the ceiling, You didn’t want to tell Levi that you joined because of him. But, after all, it’s the truth.

“I saw you. On Mitras. I was amazed by you, I wanted to be like you. That’s why I joined.”

He looks surprised, but he clears his throat and moves to another thing.

“When you entered the military, you weren’t prepared.”

“That’s because Kenny always protected me like a father.”

Kenny kneeled in front of you, cleaning your wound with water. You frote your eyes with your hands, taking the tears away.

“You should kick them back.” He said. He clicked his tongue and kept healing you.

“But you were there to help me.”

“I know, buddy. But, someday, I won’t be here. I won’t last forever, you know? And I’m not that young...”

“B-but, Kenny, if you leave, who is going to protect me?” you asked, feeling how tears came back to your eyes.

“You’ll have to protect yourself, y/n”

“Like a father, huh?” Levi says for himself. He takes what’s left on the cup and stands up. “Okay, thanks. I think that’s all I wanted to know.”

“Thanks to you, Captain Levi.”

Levi looks at you. He asks.

“Do you know Kenny’s surname?” He asks.

“I’m Kenny Ackerman. And you?”

“I’m y/n” you said in quiet voice. He looked at you.

“What about your surname?” he asks. You raise your shoulders. You don’t know.

“Oh, shit. Should you use Ackerman as well?” he thought in high voice. You stayed there, looking at him, interested.

“Ackerman. It was also his nephew surname.” Levi smiles a bit and looks at you. His grey eyes seem hurt, but he’s smiling after all. “I always wondered if his nephew was as good as he was to me”

“I don’t know. Judge me by yourself” Levi smiled and left you there, thinking about his answer.

Was Levi, the strongest soldier, Kenny’s nephew. Was Levi’s bed the one you used all the nights? Was Levi the boy you always wanted to know more about?

You wanted to ask him, but the Captain left with his cup, proceeding to fill it again.

You’ve been always so close to his nephew.

Did Kenny know it when you told him you wanted to join?

Is Kenny proud of him?

Did Kenny give the same attention to him that to you?

You have a lot of questions on your head and, luckily, the Captain is talkative today.

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hacked-by-jake · 3 years

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Can you please show love of jake and mc while mc is sick and jake take care of her

Private Nurse

A/n: Hey, thank you very much for your request. I loved the idea. I hope you like it as it has become now. I wish you a nice rest of the day/ evening or night. Have fun reading.❤️

Pairing: Jake x MC

Words: 1,9k

Summary: Jake does everything for you

A few days ago you woke up with a bad cold. A bad cough attack woke you up at 5 o'clock in the morning, unfortunately not only you but also the peacefully sleeping hacker. You were sweaty all over, the sheets were wet, your clothes and the blanket and your pillow. Your throat hurt terribly and your head felt like a bus rolled over it. Your ears were booming and your nose was blocked. Your throat was as dry as if you haven’t been drinking for days, and with each breath, your lungs have awkwardly rattled and scratched.

You’ve never seen Jake so worried. While a bad cough attack made breathing even more difficult, he sat next to you and calmly stroked your back and handed you the water bottle. The cool liquid in your dry throat felt like paradise itself. Carefully, Jake had pulled the wet strands of hair out of your face as you calmed down and his eyes widened in shock, God baby, it's feel like you’re cooking. Your forehead is burning up"

You feel so dirty, you even started crying at his sad look. He pulled you into his arms and just held you tight. After your little emotional breakdown, he got up to make you a tea and came back with a wet washcloth he put on your forehead. You moaned with relief as a few cold drops have rolled over your face and brought you a little improvement.

Unfortunately, you were so warm and you had sweated so much that he had to go again within a few minutes to switch back to cool water.

„I’ll fill you some water in the bathtub, okay? You should wash yourself and get out of your wet clothes, my love," he said, and you couldn't do more than nod your head.

Your whole body was so sticky that the thought of water was heavenly. You couldn’t have taken a shower, you felt too weak and exhausted.

He didn’t let you go by yourself, he came back and carried you to the bathroom. The cup of tea he had made was ready and a mountain of foam swam on the water. You could only imagine how good it smelled.

He helped you take off your clothes and put you in the bathtub, whose water was only lukewarm to cool you down a little. The water helped you relax your muscles and turn off your head. Even though you protested, Jake had asked if it was okay if he briefly went to change the bed linen. But you didn’t want him to bother if it was your fault, but he just ignored your weak attempts.

A short time later, he came back with your favorite book and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

He’d read you your favorite lines and lovingly pulled his hand through your hair. He helped you wash your hair and when you were done bathing, he helped you dry and put on. He carried you back to the bedroom with a new cup of steaming tea and a pack of tablets for fever.

Although he still looked terribly tired and had to yawn constantly, he stayed awake. He lay down in bed with you after he took his laptop and even took off his shirt so that you did not get too warm while cuddling. He had turned on your favorite movie and pulled you to himself. Your head lay on his chest and he caressed your hair calmly until you managed to fall asleep again.

The next time you woke up, which was already around noon and unfortunately you didn’t feel better. But luckily, you didn’t sweat as much because of the pills and the fever got better.

You could hear noises from the kitchen so you got up to see what the hacker was doing there. And when you saw the table full of things you like, you could have started crying again.

While you had been sleeping, he was on his way to get the right medication from the pharmacy and then went shopping to buy everything you like to eat.

He really thought of everything, different teas, crisps, chocolate, ice cream, gummy bears, juice, fruits like strawberries and cherries. Various soups with which you could probably survive the whole year and vegetables. But the sweetest were the different types of ice that he brought with him if your fever got worse and to calm your sore throat.

And at that moment, you had fallen in love with him again, how lovingly he smiled when he saw you. The way he came at you and locked you in his arms. Kissing you and not letting go while he explained to you what the different medications are.

He brought you back to bed and brought you soup shortly after and carried everything he had bought into the bedroom. With his charging cable for the laptop, he has laid back with you and you have watched movies all day, videos on YouTube, cuddled in silence or he had told you stories from his life. Stories of his escape, stories from the life of a hacker or he had just told what he was working on.

For the next few days, you have never felt so good in your soul, even though you were sick. Jake did everything for you, helped you with everything, and every second make sure you didn’t miss anything. Didn’t working, and only gave himself in to you.

You had felt really bad after three days because he was hanging by your side the whole time. You kept trying to explain to him that it would be okay if he wanted to work or have a little time to himself. That he didn’t have to stay by your side all the time.

But all he did was look at you in complete dumbfounded. As if you were crazy, he had looked at you and made you realize that nothing mattered except you. That he wouldn’t leave your side until you were better off.

The way he was disturbed by your words was one of the sweetest things you had ever seen. You knew the world could end and Jake would do anything to protect you and take care of you.

He made sure that you could go to the balcony for a few minutes to get some fresh air. He made sure that you didn’t get bored by alternating between movies, puzzles and board games or card games. He kept reading to you from a book, and you could swear that you were just getting better so quickly only because of Jake.

After four days and the still failed attempt to persuade him to go to work because you knew he would like to, you even told him he would annoy you, to get rid of him. If it had been up to you, of course, he could have just stayed with you forever, but you didn’t want him to sacrifice all his time just because you were sick.

When you accused him of annoying you, he just laughed and replied, "I don’t care if I annoy you. I won’t leave you alone until you’re well."

Then you started bugging him, reassuring him that he could leave and that nothing would happen to you while he was away. He’d be only a few rooms away.

Sighing, he finally got up and disappeared into his study. He’d locked the door behind him, and you’d turned on your movie again.

However, not five minutes later he came back with a broad grin. Amused you asked him what was going on, but all he did was lift you up and take the blanket with him. He took you to his study, and when you saw the big armchair from the living room, at the place where his desk chair should be, you laughed too.

He’d traded chair for armchairs and dropped on them with you. While you were just continuing to watch movies or videos, Jake had finally done the job he had been postponing all the days before.

Although you have really appreciated Jake’s sweet nature and his concern, you were happy when after a week you were almost really well again. And only thanks to the hacker who had done everything to make you feel good.

There hasn’t been a moment in the last seven days that he hasn’t been sweeter to you than sugar.

Every day you got new energy and every second you lay in his arms made you feel a bit better. The beaming and happiness in Jake’s eyes when you told him you were better, thanks to him, was beautiful. Seeing how proud he was that it helped you, what he did was reason enough to always get healthier. You knew he was the sweetest person in the world even before the last week, but if someone would have given you a dollar every time Jake told you he loved you or kissed you, on your forehead, cheek, lips. If someone had given you a dollar every time, you’d be the richest person in the world by now. You could rent a luxury yacht and spend your life sailing around the world.

Not only did Jake help you get better, he also made it clear to you again, at the same time that he was the only one who could make you happy, that he was and is the only one who deserves to be by your side. Even if he didn’t want you anymore, you’d probably be single all your life because there’d never be man like Jake. Who would treat you like Jake did, who would care for you like Jake cares for you, who would love you like Jake loves you. Every second with the hacker was the most valuable thing in the world for you, and the only thing that really makes sense. You knew before that Jake was and will be the only one for you, but now you knew it clearly. Jake is the most special and best person in the world.

When you woke up on the eighth day in the morning, you finally felt healthy again. Your throat didn’t hurt anymore, your nose wasn’t clogged, and you could breathe without coughing.

In a good mood you bent over to Jake and covered his face with a lot of small kisses until he finally woke up. But when you saw his glassy eyes and the deep shadows under his eyes, you immediately anxiously left to sit down, "Good morning" he murmured with a scratchy voice and immediately you felt bad.

You’ve been afraid to infect him all day, didn’t want him to feel as bad as you. Didn’t want him to suffer any more, because he had suffered with you the last few days. He also didn’t sleep much at night because you couldn’t sleep so well. Because you rolled around in bed or were constantly woken up by coughing fits, and now he was sick.

"I’m so sorry, Jake," you mumble with concern, brushing his cheek. In response, he turns his head away from you in a flash to sneeze.

And you decide to care for him even more than he did for you.

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olivia200312 · 4 years

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Covid~ TFP! Optimus x Sick! Human! Reader *Request*

Requested by the lovely @StardustUltima

Plot: Hi, there! Idk if you're still taking requests, but could you do a TFP Optimus x Sick! Reader where the reader gets Covid and is sick? I just got Covid and am a little bummed out cuz I had to leave the camp I was at. It's totally alright if you don't want to write this. I won't judge! Thank you!

Sorry that you have Covid, requester. It must suck. But I hope that you're feeling better. Many people survived.

Note: the art goes to the owner!

Head area: Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area: Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Y/N let out a sneeze again and covered her mouth with her elbow because she coughed. She's been feeling ill for the past few days, almost a week! One day, she suddenly started to cough and the next thing she knew, she sneezed! It got worse that she started to feel ill and hot!

A year ago, a new virus broke out. It broke out in China but no one knew what that new virus was. When someone died, it was so unexpected and unknown what the cause was until the scientists found out that it's a new virus that caused it. They named it Covid-19 or just coronavirus. It belongs to the family of other coronaviruses. There are some other coronaviruses and some of them are dangerous but the new Covid-19... it's getting serious. More deaths came in, people stayed home, kids can't go to school.

In other countries, they started a search on how to protect yourself from the new virus if it arrives in their country. They found good tips like washing your hands, stay home if you feel sick, stay away from the crowds, wear a mask, and stay like 1.5 meters away so respect the distance. Soon, the virus arrived in other countries. In the beginning, China and Italy are the most damaged countries because of how many deaths are reported. Some countries had the virus under control but they lost control and it got worse.

It got so worse that schools closed down, many adults lost their jobs, ... Worse, kids are starting to get infected and they had to stay home. Doctors are doing their best to save people but the people who have illnesses, they're higher victims to die, including kids. It's honestly so depressing. The virus spread in Jasper Nevada and some people got infected. Jack, Miko, and Raf wore masks when they were outside or in school. Y/N followed the rules as well! But, the bad luck arrived and... she got infected. She was now at her house, feeling hot and weak. She can't go to school or else she'll infect others. Jack, Miko, and Raf had to get tested since they had close contact with her. None of them got the virus. Lucky them. June Darby, Jack's mother, is a nurse, and let's just say that ever since the virus arrived in Jasper, she had to work for HOURS! Many doctors and nurses fainted from exhaustion.

Y/N tried her best to take care of herself, to get herself strong again since her body is fighting against the virus. If the scientists found a vaccine already, then they will inject many people. Yes, even if it doesn't protect yourself 100%, your body will recognize very fast when there's a virus inside. If the body starts to fight soon as possible, you have a higher chance of getting healed.

Oh, yeah. Ever since Y/N got the virus, Jack, Miko, and Raf got worried sick about their friend. Y/N couldn't even go to the base! She refused since she doesn't want to get others infected. The Autobots did notice that people wore masks whenever they are in public and they heard about the virus but they got worried when Y/N didn't show up for a week. They got the answer why.

Jack, Miko, and Raf were at the base. When they arrived, they took their masks off. Thye breathed in relief since the masks are so irritated to wear!

"Finally off with the masks!" Miko shouted.

Ratchet, the medic of the Autobots, got annoyed and a bit mad when he heard Miko's loud annoying voice again. He looks over his shoulderplate. "Will you quiet down?! I'm trying to work!"

"Jeez, sorry, doc," Miko grumbled.

Ratchet let out an annoyed sigh and continued to work He seriously likes to be called by his name, not anything else!

That's when the others came, including Optimus, fragging handsome leader. The Prime then noticed that Y/N was not around again, which got him immediately worried. "Where's Y/N?"

Jack, Miko, and Raf looked sad. They knew the truth, of course since they're humans... Humans can get infected with the new coronavirus. All bots saw their sad expressions. It gave them a sign that something horrible happened.

"Y/N is at her home. You all heard about the new virus, right?"

Everyone at the base nodded.

"Y/N is... infected with the virus. She has a high temperature and is not allowed to leave home."

Optimus couldn't believe what he heard in his audio receptors. His human got infected? Yes, he calls Y/N his human. They're not together, but they both are crushing on each other. He couldn't help but be worried sick about her. You know what? He didn't care anymore what others will say. He ran through the exit and transformed into his semi-truck form. That's when he drove off.

"Wait, where's Optimus going?! Miko asked in shock.

Ratchet showed a little smile while his back is turned. He's proud of his old friend because he's going to help her. He also knows that he's going to transfer her here to the base so that Ratchet can keep an optic on her health. He may not found the cure like how the human scientists are doing now, but he knows how to take of the patients, to make sure that they're strong. In secret, he cares a lot about his loved ones, even his human friends. Nice thing from him, right? "He's going to help her."

At Y/N~

Y/N sneezed again and coughed. She grabbed a tissue from the box and blew. Once she's done, she threw it right in the trashcan. Goal. She really wants to feel better again. It sucks! She let out a weak sigh and that's when her door to the garden opened. That perked her up in alarm. She quickly grabbed a wooden chair and slowly crept to the kitchen, scared and weak. She raised the chair and that's when she was about to swing but a certain familiar servo caught it in time.

"You should be in berth, Y/N."

"O-Optimus?! Oh, gosh... I'm so s-sorry! I thought you were a burglar!" She quickly dropped the chair.

Optimus let out a chuckle and smiled softly. He was in his bipedal holoform and he hid his truck nearby. He doesn't want to attract any Decepticons. His optics filled with sadness, worry, and sympathy when he saw her condition. He looks very weak. She seriously needs help. That's when he picked her up, causing her to yelp and clutch into the Prime for dear life. But when she felt how cold he is, she pressed herself against him.

"I'm bringing you to the base to the base, Y/N. I worry about your condition."

Y/N couldn't help but squeal inside by how cute Optimus is when he worries. She wanted nothing but to kiss him and tell him that she'll be ok. But she nodded her head weakly against his cold metal chassis. That's when she felt sot dermas press against her forehead. Aaaw, Optimus kissed her forehead! But can Cybertronians get infected with human, viruses? Now that worries her the most. "O-Optimus, please let me go!"

Optimus looks worried. "May I ask why?"

"Y-You'll... get infected with my virus!" That's when she burst into tears and cried. She looks away while crying, causing Optimus's spark to shatter. She was scared that he'll get infected with human sicknesses? He couldn't help but looks so lovingly that he made her turn her head gently and that's when he kissed her warm cheek. "We Cybertronians do not get infected with humans sicknesses."

"R-Really?"

"Yes, Y/N. But I'm very worried about your health. Ratchet will help you."

Y/N nodded weakly and snuggled close against his cold metal. Optimus frowned since he's worried and walked out through the backdoor towards his truck that was hiding. He'll get her stuff later or send one of his teammates to get it. He gently laid Y/N down on the seats and then went in as well.

At the base~

Optimus parked and transformed, causing Y/N to be on his servo. He looks so soft at her weak body. He then walked to Ratchet. "Old friend."

Ratchet turned around and when he saw Y/N, his optics widen. "By the AllSpark, lay her down on the medical berth."

Optimus did as told and Ratchet started doing different tests. At least it was not painful, but it's some of them were unpleasant like, for example, a long then stick where it enters your nose and is like touching your brain! When the tests are finally over, Ratchet held a datapad and looked serious. "Her body is very weak and needs a lot of vitamins in order to make the chance of defeating the virus higher. She needs to drink a lot of water and eat 3 fruits per day."

Optimus nodded. "Thank you, Ratchet."

"Make sure that she has plenty of rest. I'll make sure that the children stay away for their safety. I'll come to check on her health every 3 megacycles (hours)."

Optimus nodded again, gently picked the weak human up, and walked towards his berthroom. The Bots are lucky that they can visit Y/N without a single problem but Jack, Miko, and Raf have to stay away. Optimus entered his room and closed the door behind him. He then laid Y/N down on his berth. He watched her breath for a moment, then he transformed small. He laid down next to Y/N and pressed against her body. Y/N snuggled against him and opened her eyes tiredly. Optimus gave her a soft and soothing smile as he pressed his dermas against her soft lips. Y/N responded by kissing him back happily.

When the kiss was over, Optimus spooned her. "I'll make sure that you're strong again, Y/N."

Y/N smiled while enjoying her sweet cuddles with her new boyfriend. Optimus continued to spoon her and leaving soft kisses on her.

#optimus-prime-x-reader #optimus prime #tfp #transformers #tf #transformers prime #one shot #x human reader #x reader #reader #romance #sick #comfort #corornavirus #covid

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mrs-harkness · 4 years

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Run To Me (Part 3)

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem!Reader

TW: Brief mention of child abuse

Word count: 1.7K

A/n: The love for this fic as me soaring! I plan on it being in about 10 parts, if you’re here for it! Also- there is mention of a memory of abuse in the beginning. As a child of abuse myself, it was a bit difficult to write so please skip it if you think it will bother you! It’s the italicized part in the beginning and will not affect the story line for you at all! Anyways, happy reading. Thank you all so much!

"No! Please! I'll be a good girl!"

Your little voice strained, kicking your legs wildly to prevent yourself from being placed in the bathtub. She didn't listen, forcing you into the water. It was too hot and burned, but thankfully you were fully clothed and it protected your skin, if only a little bit. You cried out and reached for the woman's forearms, gripping them so hard your tiny knuckles turned white. The woman who was supposed to protect you, supposed to love you.

Tears streamed down your face as she pushed your body down, your head going under. You thrashed, sending water everywhere and you fought as hard as you could. You could see her angry face from beneath the water. You didn't understand what you had done wrong this time. You were afraid. You screamed, bubbles being sent to the surface in a last attempt of a cry for mercy.

You shot up in bed, sweating. You touched your face and found it dry, telling yourself you were safe. It was only a dream. You took a deep breath, relishing the feeling. You were safe now. You were okay.

"Did you have a bad dream, Y/n?"

You jumped at her voice. You hadn't see Diane standing in the doorway of the room, but now that your eyes had adjusted, you saw her in her night clothes with a cup of tea, looking over at you.

"Uh yeah, I have them a lot. It's no big deal, I'm used to it."

You looked over at the clock and saw that it was 5:45 AM. Diane had been up long enough to make a pot of tea and you wondered just how long she had been standing at the door.

You went to adjust yourself in bed and cried out, wincing. You had never felt more sore in your entire life, and it was like your body had decided to give up on you. Your arms shook and gave out, causing you to flop down on the bed.

Diane rushed over, placing her tea on the bedside table. She brushed your hair out of your face, her eyes filled with concern. You felt the bed dip as she sat by you, hovering over you.

"Don't push it. You will feel the most sore today and you're going to need rest. I can bring you what you need and take care of you. You just need to relax."

You felt very conflicted. You had never in your life seen such kindness, never mind from someone you barely knew. You did not want to appear weak or need help, but at the same time you did. You didn't know Diane but it was like something in your heart told you that you had actually known her your whole life. You felt a warm tingly feeling bloom in your chest when she looked at you and while you would never admit it to even yourself, you wanted her close to you. Even through that warm feeling though, you also felt a small nagging voice in the back of your mind that something was not right. Something about this whole situation was wrong, but maybe that's just because you had never been loved before. You didn't know how to handle it was all. It wasn't wrong, it was just new.

Diane looked at you with what you thought could possibly be admiration and you couldn't help but smile a bit. Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, unable to process everything. Diane placed her hand suddenly on your forehead, drawing your attention back to her.

"Do you feel like you're running a fever? You're sweating and your cheeks are flushed," she said, moving her hands around your face trying to see if you were. She grabbed your face with both hands and pressed her lips to your forehead. You knew this was a way some people could tell if someone was running a fever, but it still shocked you. You gasped and pulled back suddenly.

"Sorry, my hands are cold and I couldn't tell," she said, realizing she may have made you uncomfortable.

"Oh, no it's okay. It's my fault. I'm not good with people showing concern because I never really go it much. I'm fine though. My nightmares just get really bad sometimes and I wake up like this," you said, forcing yourself to sit up.

Diane smiled softly at you, placing her hand on yours.

"Y/n, you know... you deserved care and concern from someone. You may not have had it then, but I hope I can provide some for you now, if you'll let me."

You throat seemed to close and you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. You quickly cleared your throat and looked away, taking a deep breath. You didn't want her to see you cry. She squeezed your hand though, and you know she saw it.

"Also, if you ever want to talk about your dreams with me, I don't mind. I'd love to listen to you about anything you want to say, especially something that is bothering you."

With that Diane got up, taking her tea with her and heading towards the door.

"I am going to go make you some breakfast and a cup of tea and bring it to you. You just relax and I will be back in a minute," she said.

"Wait, don't you have work? It's really okay. I'm sore, but I can take care of myself. Plus I really should start looking for somewhere else-"

"Oh no, its okay. I took the week off work to make sure you get back on your feet. I have a bunch of days saved up. It will be like a little vacation. Plus, you need me," she said, her voice almost a song. She left the room before you could argue.

You suddenly became aware of just how weak your body felt. You weren't sure why you felt so weak, but then again you had never been run down by a car before. You propped the pillows from the bed up behind you, not willing to lay back down. You were still tired but you were also hungry and the promise of food was much better than another nap.

You looked around the room, bathed in early morning light. It was very comfortable and felt lived in even though it had supposedly just been sitting empty this whole time. The walls were decorated so pretty and it smelled like fresh linen. There were countless number of books and other things that could keep someone entertained for what seemed like years. It was plush and inviting and seemed like heaven for a young girl. The only strange thing was the many picture frames placed around the room. All of them were empty. Why would you buy picture frames if you didn't have pictures to put in them? Maybe it was just a stylistic choice, but they seemed sad, just waiting for photos to be placed in them.

You heard footsteps coming from the hall and watched as Diane entered with a tray. She put a simple breakfast of oatmeal and fruit in front of you, with a steaming cup of tea on the side.

"Eat up, you'll need it to get back your strength. Also make sure you drink all that tea. It's got special herbs in it that will get your immune system going to make sure you don't get an infection from any of those cuts," Diane hummed, checking over the tray to make sure you had everything.

You grabbed the tea and went to take a sip, but stopped and put it down, a question weighing heavily on you.

"Diane, why are you doing this? You don't know me, whatsoever, and usually when you hit someone with your car, you call the police and then go on about your day to worry later about insurance. But you took me in and are being so nice to me. Why?"

Diane stopped and took in a breath, thinking of her response. She then came and crouched by the bed, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Do you believe in fate Y/n?" Diane asked. This caught you off guard.

"Uh, yes. Yes, I do."

"Well as crazy as this sounds, I believe it was fate that we crossed paths. We're two lone people. Me, with so much love to give, and you, in need of so much love. I know it may sound strange, but from the moment I looked at you I felt like I had found someone I had been looking for for such a long time. Maybe I'm just assuming things, but I think you felt that too," she whispered.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. Maybe she was right. Maybe this is why you felt drawn to this town. It wasn't your foster sister, but fate. It seemed so unlikely and you were scared to trust it, but it was all you ever wanted: Love.

Diane smiled so hard that you were sure her face may split. She grabbed the back of your head and kissed the side of your head. You didn't pull away this time, allowing the affection to warm your cheeks and your chest.

"Y/n, I can't wait to get to know you. I'm so happy I found you. You're safe now. You've got me," she said.

She stood up, looking like she might dance around the room. She walked to the doorway and turned back to point to the tray in front of you.

"Make sure you eat and drink that tea. It's important for you to do that," she said. You nodded and picked up the mug, taking a big swig. You grimaced and forced yourself to swallow. It tasted awful.

"Yeah I know. I'm sorry. It's got a bad taste, but its going to help you. Drink it all, because I will check. I'll come back in a bit to check on you," she said leaning against the frame.

You took another swig and almost gagged, but you wanted to make her happy. She smiled at you and winked, this time closing the door behind her as she left. You were going to have to get used to this, but you thought it would be easy with Diane. You really felt safe with her.

#sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson fic #diane sherman #diane sherman x reader #sarah paulson #run film #run movie #run to me

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infinitegalahad · 3 years

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LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO (SNEAK PEAK)

Summary: Eugene was always there to let you that you were beautiful.

Warnings: PLEASE!! READ!!! Trigger warnings for eating disorder, insecurity, and lots of angst. But there is going be lots of fluff and some self care from your’s truly!

A/N: it’s time for self coping, my fitness. my eating disorder has been horrible lately and what better what to come then maladaptive daydreaming? not me writing a self insert for my bulimia and eugene roe comforting me because my ex-therapist told me to eat more (which totally solves all my problems)? ha! never. enjoy the little snippet! :D

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @easy-company-tradition @liebgotttme @50svibes @ricksmorty @pennyllanne @capsparkyspeirs

Your stomach growled and twisted as you hunched over the toilet, tears spilling from your eyes as you forcefully threw up the mass amount of food you had just eaten. Every bite felt like you were eating copious amounts of a forbidden fruit. It was your favourite, and you used to love eating (y/f/f) all the time-but now, you would barely keep it down.

Soon after eating, the guilt began to overtake your body. It was hard to ignore it as the warm feeling in your throat began to rise. It felt tingly and you had only one remedy on how to make it better-running to the bathroom and sticking a finger down your throat: watching everything come out as deformed and clunky.

Saliva dropped from your noses as you began to wipe it as tears streamed down your flushed face. The pain wasn’t ending, and you knew another round was set to come.

When you're a little girl, you didn’t think much of your body or how you looked. Little girls, or no child for the matter should have had to worry about what they looked like. But as you got older, the social norms and your body began to change. Other girls around you were thin, while you felt indifferent. You were made fun of not looking “thin”, which triggered a whole set of emotions. And so you took comfort in food, since it was the only thing that never judged you.

And yet food would soon become your enemy. You learned how to befriend, and also stab it in the back. Your relationship with food has formed into a minute where you could tolerate them, and then the other you had to get it out of your system. After eating meals, it became a habit for you to do so. Some days, you could tolerate being around it. Others, you would barely see if for days-if not weeks.

Your thoughts were overtaken by a large gulp in your throat, which resulted in the food you had binged coming out. Tears came from your eyes as you cried. What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just be normal and pretty? Why was life so unfair to you?

You are so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the bathroom door creak open and footsteps slowly approach your hunched figure. The pattern of the footsteps was already too familiar to you. Goosebumps went up your spine as you refused to look at him, embarrassed and guilted. Eugene was the last person you wanted to discover your monstrosity.

“Hey…” You managed to say, attempting to sound put together, which was the total opposite of what you currently where.

Eugene sunk down to your level and placed a hand on your back, rubbing small circles. Tears began to form at your eyes as you looked down, feeling it come again. Eugene grabbed your hair as you threw up, letting out a pained moan.

“I’m here, you’re okay,” Eugene cooed, letting you finish up. His soft accent was reassuring to you, but your heart rate increased. “Did it happen again?”

“Nothing is happening. I’m fine.” You lied, but knew that it was a shit lie and that Eugene was smart enough to see. He was your boyfriend and knew you better than anybody else did in the world-besides you.

“You’re not fine. Don’t lie to me, cher.”

You slowly move your head up to look at him. Eugene looks tired, and so do you. Your eyes are puffy from crying, cheeks red, lips quivering, goosebumps all over your skin, heavy breathing- a total mess. A pig is what you would refer to yourself as. The outfit you had worn today was too tight forming and showed off the parts of your body that you wanted the world not to see. You looked like a ugly rat in your eyes, the vision of a disfigured body clouding your vision.

Instead of using your words, you break down once again. Eugene is there to watch you, pulling you into him as you sob uncontrollably. You act like a child to its mother, clasping into Eugene for dear life as you stain his white shirt with tears. He doesn’t mind this since he loves you, and you know that. But how could he, someone so beautiful on the inside and out, be with someone like you-a slob? Eugene didn’t see you as any of the things you would describe yourself as, and you still couldn’t understand why he has chosen to stick around for four years (and counting).

“I’m sorry,” Is all you could cough through your tears. Eugene is running his hands up and down back, his fingers occasionally getting tangled in your hair as he straightens it out. He pulls you from his chest as he cups your face, tenderly pushing your loose hair behind your shoulders to get a better view of your pretty face.

Eugene caresses your cheeks, getting a feel of your soft (y/s/c). “No need to be. Jus’ wanna make sure your ok.”

“I’m not. I…” Letting out a frustrated sigh, the waterworks come back into play. Eugene, being the angel he is, stays quiet as his thumbs wipe the tears away. Gathering your words, you continue on, “I never have been. Look at me, I can’t control it. I don’t know what to do. I-“

“Hey, hey, hey. Your heart’s racin’, settle down.” Eugene reassured in a calming voice not to shut you up, but to calm you. Your skin is shaky and sweaty and your heart is banging against your ribcage. Eugene feels the guilt tug at his heart-he hates to see you in such a distressed state. “Let me help you. Here,”

Eugene slides his arms under your armpits and gently helps your up. Leading you to the living room, he places you on the couch as he runs to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water. He drops it out and pats you on the head before running back to the kitchen. You don’t want to drink, but Eugene would have a hissy fit if you didn’t. Reluctantly, you take a sip and swish it in your mouth before slowly gulping it.

Eugene returns a minute later with a cup of tea in his hand. He places in on the counter, putting a coaster under. Looking down, you can smell the sweetness. It’s your favourite; an orange spice with a dab of honey.

“Drink up ‘dat wata’ before you drink the tea. You’ll fell more refreshed after, and the tea will help with the dryness in your throat,” Eugene explained. He admired you as he placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles into them. As you drank your water, you forced a smile and put your hand on top of yours.

“Angé, I’m worried ‘bout you,” Eugene confessed, “You look sad, and when you’re sad-I’m sad.”

“Genie, please,” Is all you could mutter to say. “I can take care of myself. I’ve been dealing with this all my life. It’ll go away in a few hours, and I’ll be all smiles again. I promise.”

Eugene still feels guilty. He’s been around sister’s, older and younger to know what your problem is. The vomiting, the excuses, the insecurity, everything was adding up. What had saddened Eugene is that it was a lifelong issue, and it had gone untreated, and had progressively gotten worse.

“I don’t need you to force yourself to be happy. I want to help you ‘cause I love you, ma douce beauté.”

“But-“

Eugene placed a sweet kiss into your hair, “No. You stay ‘ere, docter’s orders. I’ll be right back.”

“Eugene-“

As he began to walk away, he turned around with a smile and pointed fingers. “What did I say?”

You put a finger down in defeat as you laid back, sipping on your tea. Hearing his footsteps fade into the bathroom and the water running, the tension from your shoulders disappeared as the sweet honey in the tea eased the frustration in your body. Doctor's orders, after all.

#eugene roe #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #eugene roe x reader #eugene roe imagine #wips

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ohpedromypedro · 4 years

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May I request a prompt? So you and P met through a mutual friend and started hanging out as friends. One night you got too drunk and asked him why he hasn’t asked you out yet... (answer: he’s aware and cautious of the Age Gap ™). Lots of drunken flirtiness!

A/N: I hope this is close to what you were hoping for 🥺💕

word count: 2.2k+

characters/pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!Reader

warnings: angst, alcohol use, more switching between tenses lol

Thoughts italicized and bold

You had met Pedro through your older brother’s good friend Oscar, who also happened to be another one of your favorite actors even before you knew your brother was friends with him, but when Pedro Pascal himself showed up to your shared apartment for one of your brother’s small gatherings with Oscar and their usual few buddies, you nearly fainted at first sight of him. He hadn’t noticed you, yet, and after a moment of gawking at him you turned around and swiftly made your way back to your room to hide for a minute, only then having caught Pedro’s attention as your body moved to dip back into your room.

That was only encounter number one of that night, though. If Pedro Pascal was in your apartment for the night there was no way you were going to be hiding all shy in your room, you had to meet him. So you did. You threw on your comfiest pair of clothes and made your way out to the living room where they were lounged out having a few drinks and laughing away, talking about who knows what. You bit your lip and walked into the adjoining kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, taking a few small deep breaths as you hid behind the small coverage from the fridge door, willing yourself to relax and not get all worked up because your favorite actor is sitting in your living room. Unbeknownst to you, he had his gaze on you from where he was sat on one of the small couches, wondering if he should go over and see if you need help picking out something to drink.

“Hey,” your brother’s soft, low voice captured Pedro’s attention and Pedro quirked a nervous brow in question. “Go talk to her. She really likes you.” He spoke low enough that only they heard, quirky little smirk on his face as he nodded in your direction which Oscar elbowed him in the side at. “What? Just saying. I know she’s too shy to come over and introduce herself, so.” “Alright. I can handle that.” Pedro smiled, standing from his seat on the small couch and quietly making his way toward the kitchen.

You were still standing between the fridge doors, your eyes closed for a moment as you took in several slow, deep breaths.

“Need help picking out a drink?” A chuckle sounded from behind you and you immediately recognized the voice as Pedro’s. “Or is there some sort of door to another dimension hiding in your fridge?”

You smiled at his words, letting out an almost inaudible giggle as you bit down your lip and opened your eyes again, turning your head to look at him with a shy smile.

“I was trying to summon the chocolate milk fairies, but to no avail.” You sighed dramatically.

Pedro grinned at that, already falling into the adorable little pit that is you. Chocolate milk fairies? She’s something else. He knew it, felt it the moment he got that first good look at you when you first walked into the kitchen, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Not yet, at least. You were much younger than him, pretty much half his age, which honestly, he might have secretly preferred… He was just unsure if you were comfortable with an older man. Plus, love takes time and during the time that he spent talking or physically spending with you, he wanted to get to know you better. And he did.

The two of you talked a lot after that night. The first few weeks spent sending or receiving good morning texts, which then turned to sending each other snapchats after you convinced him into downloading it just to talk to you. Weeks of constant back and forth silly snapchats turned to finally getting the chance to hang out with each other after Pedro finished some filming that took roughly two months. You no longer felt shy around him, your bravery having taken control the night you met and allowing you to be a normal 25 year old female around her celebrity crush.

The first night you hung out together, your brother was away for some sort of band meeting he’s a drummer, so you had the apartment to yourselves and decided to watch a movie together and just relax.

“What would you like to snack on, mister? Popcorn? Potato chips? Waffles?” “Waffles?” Pedro laughed, appearing in the roomy kitchen right behind you after coming from the living room where he was getting the movie set up for you to watch. “Well, I don’t know what kind of foods you snack on for movies,” you laughed softly in return, turning around to tilt your head. “Hmmm...what do 45 year old men snack on?” You hummed in thought, which he laughed at. “Cap’n Crunch, mostly.” He smiled. “Oh yeah, that’s right!” You giggled, your mind thinking back on his GQ interview. “Oooh wait!” You turned around to look in the fridge, grinning when your eyes spotted the tray of mixed berries in the back. “We have berries. How about berries?” “Berries will do,” his smile was now a grin, adoring the fact that you remembered that little detail about him from a previous interview. “Good. So berries to share and maaaaybe some potato chips in case I’m craving something salty too.” You smiled, grabbing the tray of berries from inside the fridge and closing the door before setting the fruit on the counter, opening the snack closet next to grab a bag of potato chips from inside. “Why not eat the whole damn pantry. Jesus.” Pedro laughed as he gazed upon the slew of snacks littering the inside of the food pantry you used for snacks, giving his head an amused shake. “Trust me, 90% of that is all my brother.” You laughed, closing the door to the pantry and turning to face Pedro again. “Drink?” You asked with a smile. “Water will do just fine, actually. Thank you.” He gave you a warm smile before grabbing the tray of fruit from the counter and carrying it into the living room to set on the coffee table, giving you a smile when you joined him with two bottles of water and the chips, handing him one of the waters. “Thank you.” “You’re quite welcome.”

Once the two of you settled on one of the couches and got the movie started, you began digging into your snacks. You were sitting close to each other, but not too close that you were obviously in each other’s personal space. You were comfortable, to say the least, and somewhere along the way as the movie continued playing and it slipped later into the night, you ended up fast asleep while curled right against Pedro’s side. He didn’t mind, of course, you looked so peaceful; but you also looked beautiful when you slept and he would hate to take that view away just to move you to your bed, so he stayed like that, curled up on the couch with you while you slept in the comfort of his embrace.

That’s how most nights ended when you did get to see him despite his busy lifestyle and as much as you wanted to apologize for always falling asleep on him when he visited, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You knew he didn’t mind since he let it happen every single time, but there was also something unspoken about the situation and you knew it wasn’t a topic to discuss until the right time.

Which is what brings us to present day, which alcohol apparently believes to be the best time to bring up what’s been eating at you for almost a little over a year now.

You and Pedro are hanging out at his place for once, seeing as your place is your usual hangout spot, and it’s a nice change in pace and scenery. Things feel much more relaxing at Pedro’s apartment and there’s a sense of peace you feel here that you don’t feel at home, which can also contribute to why you’re feeling more confident tonight. That and the few alcoholic drinks deep that the two of you now are.

The television is playing some random movie on Netflix more for background noise than anything, neither of you paying much attention to what’s on since you’re too engulfed in your current drunken more so you than Pedro even though he is a little inebriated game of Gin Rummy to even care. Pedro would rather look at your adorable concentration face than any film Netflix has to offer and honestly, he just can’t keep his eyes off of you right now.

“You’re so beautiful…” He says it so quietly your ears almost don’t pick it up, but immediately your cheeks are going a deep shade of crimson from his words.

Pedro’s never verbally expressed how beautiful he finds you before, so the sudden confession has you feeling beyond flustered and the alcohol isn’t helping you either.

“I truly could sit here and just stare at you all day, absorb all that beauty and have it ingrained in my memory forever.” His words are barely slurred, but you can still tell he’s had several drinks since the night began.

You chew your lip, looking up from your cards to meet his gaze. You’re almost surprised to see so much adoration hidden behind it.

“Thank you,” is all you whisper before you set your cards face down and take in a small, deep breath. “Mind if I use the restroom?” “Go for it,” he smiles, setting his own cards down and watching while you get up to head to the bathroom. His gaze lingers where you disappeared for a long moment before finally turning it to the movie playing on the TV, letting himself get lost in the plot a bit while you relieve yourself in the bathroom.

You’re not actually in there to pee, you’re more there to stare at yourself in the mirror and will yourself to see what Pedro sees. If he finds you so beautiful, why doesn’t he ask you out? Why does he consistently allow you to fall asleep on him the way you do, but not do anything to further your relationship? Is it because he just doesn’t see you as more than a friend? Maybe you’re not even worth being more than a friend. Your mind is racing and you just need to get answers, answers to questions you’ve been asking yourself for quite some time now.

Deciding enough is enough, you splash some water on your face, dry tour hands off and take a deep breath before making your way back out to the living room. Pedro is still sitting on the couch with his gaze glued to the TV and with a small bite of your lip, you retake your position beside him.

“Pedro?” Your voice comes out quiet but not unheard and he looks over from the flashing TV screen to look at you. “Yeah?” “What’s stopping you?” You mumble, staring down at your lap where your hands are resting. “I’m sorry?” He tilts his head, muting the TV so he can hear you better. “What do you mean?” “I mean…” You take a deep breath, fiddling with your thumbs. “You like me, right?” “Of course I do.” He replies, reaching over to rest his hand over your fiddling ones to get you to look over at him. “And you enjoy spending time with me?” You sniffle, not even realizing there are tears slipping down your cheeks until Pedro reaches up to wipe them away, gently cupping your face in his warm hands and making you meet his gaze. “Of course, Y/N. Why are you asking such things?” He frowns, his eyes tracing over each inch of your distraught features. “I just…” You whisper, shaking your head as you flutter your eyes shut, trying your best to keep your bottom lip from trembling. “You care about me?” “Yes,” he states simply, the soft, concerned look in his gaze still there as he looks over your face, his thumbs lightly brushing against your cheekbones. “Then...then why haven’t you asked me out yet?” Your voice wavers and cracks and just the very sound makes it feel as though his heart is shattering into a million pieces.

Pedro never wanted you to feel any of these emotions, to see you in tears over him, but inevitably you are and although it wasn’t his intention, it is kind of almost entirely his fault for not expressing his true emotions to you.

“Y/N…” He murmurs, brushing his thumbs against your cheekbones some more. “Look at me, miel.” You do and when your eyes finally open again, he’s giving you the most sincere look. “I love you, querida. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, it’s just that...I’m older and I didn’t think y--” “Pedro…” You whisper, your glazed over eyes locked on his soft brown ones, the two of you gazing deeply into each other’s eyes for several moments before you finally speak up again. “Your age doesn’t matter to me, Pedro… Your character does. Your personality is what defines you, not your age. There’s so much more about you than meets the eye and it’s why I love you.” “Y/N…” He breathes, leaning forward to capture your lips for a deep, passionate kiss, proving to you just how true his words are about loving you and showing his appreciation for your own reassuring words. “I love you.” “I love you,” you whisper, sighing in content as his forehead rests against your own. “Sé mi novia,” he murmurs, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you flush against his chest, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. “Be my girl,” he repeats in English and you couldn’t nod your head any quicker even if you tried. “Si,” you murmur softly, earning yourself a wide smile from Pedro. “Always…”

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Pedro taglist: @manuphantom @unadulterated-neckherolover @luna-longbott0m @hanelijoy @bxbyriku @lireandcampfire

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mangolover · 4 years

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Hi! Your writing about Bennett was awesome!!! And I was wondering maybe I could request Bennett x reader headcanons (maybe modern AU) comforting reader who is stressed about school/upcoming tests? Gender neutral. If it's too complicated then I'm so sorry! You absolutely can decide to not do this request! But please let me know if you decide so I will know if I should expect it!

Hey!

I’m really glad you liked it! I honestly adore Bennett so I’ll write for him whenever I get the chance, hehe. And I lowkey didn’t know how much I need this until I wrote it and read it.🥰

I really like this idea and I hope you’ll like this headcanons. Also I’m sorry if you only wanted hcs, but I just can’t manage to write them without having a little drabbles/scenarios in between.😅

But without further ado, here is Benny comforting us! (I think he may be my comfort character at this point👀)

Bennett comforting his s/o that’s stressed about upcoming exams

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: mentions of dehydration, (lowkey) starvation, exhaustion, slight mentions of blood and injury

Spoilers: none I believe

Modern AU

Please drink some water, get some rest and eat something. It will all be okay.

Also this is based on the school sytem in my country in Europe. I’m not as lucky as some of you that don’t have much subjects. I have 18 subjects lol. :’D

Bennett

You had to cancel yet another one of your dates because you had to study for the upcoming oral exam that was next week. You had to learn all the materials you learned this year so far and refresh your memory of the last year’s.

But that was only one subject, you had 12 other classes that had upcoming exams and all of that got you on the edge. You would study 24/7, sometimes even forgetting to eat until you had a feeling like your stomach acid was eating away the stomach itself. And not to mention low-key dehydration, exhaustion and stress leaving you with severe headaches.

You felt really bad because you just didn’t feel like you know everything that you needed to know to get a good grade. This year was important to you since the next year is your last year and if you wanted to get in good college, you needed to ace those two years.

And so, your overthinking and stressing has once again left you no choice but to pull an all-nighter and take a raincheck on your movie date.

You pulled out your phone and opened the texting app, sending Benny a text.

‘Hey Benny, I’m sorry but I’ll have to take a raincheck on our movie date tonight. I don’t think I’m ready for the upcoming oral exam and I’ll probably just stress during the whole movie so I’ll study the whole night and we can have this date soon then.’

You felt guilty as you hit sent and waited for Benny’s reply. Soon he was online and he opened your text. You saw him start typing and your mind went into overthinking mode once again. What if he gets upset? Maybe I could study during the movie so I can spend some time with him!

‘Hey y/n.’

‘Don’t worry it’s fine! I know how important this is to you, don’t worry about it okay? Just please don’t overwork yourself and don’t stress so much, I believe you will do amazing! 👍’

How can he be so fricking adorable?

In reality, Bennett was really worried about you. He put away his text book and stared at your message. You canceled so many dates lately and when you did see him, you looked so tired, your eyebags visible from a mile away. You probably didn’t sleep enough. Not to mention hydrate.

He really considered going to your house to comfort you, but as he got up from bed to start getting ready and making his way to you, he fell on the floor and had a breakthrough. Eureka!

He instead decided to go visit you tomorrow and bring you your favorite food and some fruit flavored water. And then, he will bring some rom-com movie you two can enjoy and cuddle you to sleep. And as a cherry on top, he decided to bake you your favorite dessert!

If only our Bennett wasn’t so unlucky and clumsy.

Not only did he mess up the dessert, letting it stay in the oven for a tad bit too long, he grabbed the wrong movie, instead picking up a copy of the cartoon Ice Age. And he fell and scratched his knee on his way to your home. So, when he finally got to you, he only teeny-tiny bit looked like a mess.

But fear not because he will comfort you even if that’s the last thing he do!

After you recovered from the first shock of seeing him show up with some delicious, hot and fresh food (that has not been affected by any elements) you took care of his little bloody scratch.

After that you two ate the food, even eating some of the dessert that has not been burnt, at least you didn’t eat the burnt ones, Bennett probably ate them and gave you only the best ones. He made sure you drink plenty of water and went to pharmacy to buy you some painkillers for your aching head.

And then, finally, movie time.

“Uh… y/n, I-I made a mistake. I accidentally grabbed the copy of Ice Age… I’m sorry.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s exactly what I need right now, I love that movie!”

You two got comfortable in your bed, you laid your head on Bennett’s chest, hugging his torso. One of his hands was around your waist, keeping you close and the other was rubbing your arm in soothing motion. Your legs were intertwined and Benny made sure you were extra comfortable.

The movie started and about half way in he could feel your even breathing and hear little snores coming from your slightly opened mouth. That’s what he wanted. He wanted you to get some sleep so he decided to carefully turn off the TV so you two could get some rest. But in his clumsy attempt to not wake you up that’s exactly what he did.

“Uhm, what’s wrong?” your voice was hoarse and with thick layer of sleep.

“I’m sorry,” he gave you his dazzling smile, “nothing’s wrong. Let’s rest for a bit.”

You hummed in approval and snuggled closer into his chest, letting his rapid heartbeat lull you to sleep as he watched you with flushed cheeks.

Man, he’s really happy he managed to help you relax for a bit, he loves you and he can’t bear the thought of you stressing so much to the point of risking getting sick.

He kept you close and warm while you slept. His affection giving you the much-needed comfort.

When you wake up be sure he will make sure you have a proper meal and drink a lot of water. Then he will study with you, making you laugh a bit by being his goofy, positive self. And then he’ll try asking you questions about the stuff you’re learning to prove to you that you do know enough for a good grade.

Expect a lot of compliments like “You’re so smart y/n!” and “Good job, y/n! I knew you could learn this!” and a lot of words of encouragement.

And for every correct answer you get a hug, kiss on the cheek and a smile or laugh from Bennett, to help you motivate.

If you actually get the answer wrong, don’t worry! Benny’s here to make you laugh! He would say stuff like “Don’t worry y/n, I’m sure you’ll get the next one! You’ll still ace this exam, I believe in you!” AND his adorable smile. If you however still feel down, you’ll get a tight embrace and a peck on the tip of your nose.

And don’t be afraid to ask him to do this “study dates” more often because he loves seeing you being happy and relaxed while also helping you, and he’s also having a lot of fun giving you your rewards.

Also is it obvious I prefer cartoons over rom-coms?

#i love benny and i will keep maining him #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact bennett #genshin imapct x reader #genshin bennett x reader #modern au #genshin impact headcanons #genshin bennett hcs #genshin bennett #comfort hcs #🥭

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jung-snoopy-woo · 4 years

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How I Met Your Grandfather

~Chapter 8~

(Gif Credit: @huiracha via tumblr, your gifs are super cute!! Please let me know if it’s not okay to use them 🙏🙏)

Pairing: Bang Chan × Fem! Reader, Twin brother! Felix Lee.

Genre: Mostly fluff, a tiny bit of angst.

Word count: 1.2k.

Warnings: mentions of the same insecurities from the previous chapters.

Summary: After saving her from drowning, Chan and y/n could finally(!!!!) start their date, watching the sunset together. In the meantime, the boys who stayed in the dorms decide on who’s going to do the dishes, but Felix can’t focus as he feels like something doesn’t feel right...

A/N: I’d like to start with thanking the beautiful anon for motivating me to continue writing. I was very very busy lately since exam season started, and I really didn’t think anyone still cares about this fanfic anymore so I was sure I wouldn’t continue writing, but your message really motivated me to write, and I’m so glad I did because it was so fun!!

Also, I don’t know if it’s good enough but I really like the sunset and going to the beach so basically this is my dream date I guess?? 😂😂

Hope you all enjoy reading!! 🥰🥰🥰

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"Are you sure you're okay?", Chris asked you as the two of you were sitting on the warm sand, eating the cookies and the fruits, as the sun was beginning to set, the sky filled with beautiful shades of pink and orange. "I can drive you home immediately so you can rest and maybe some other time, if at all.. I mean... if you want to, we can--", your laugh interrupted his words.

"Yes, Chris, I'm fine now!", You said with a smile. You then looked at him, "Thanks to you... Mr. Keeper?", this nickname made him blush and finally he could join your laughing.

“Wait, so you baked these cookies??", Chris asked. “Yup”, you answered with a smile. “They were super easy to make actually!”. "Wow, really? those baking skills really do run in the family, huh?", he said, and you could only laugh in response.

"Oh, I almost forgot!!", He suddenly called. He opened his backpack and took a huge plastic bag out of it that seemed pretty full. He took out all the candies and snacks out of it, and your eyes widened because these were your favorites back in Australia and you missed eating them so much. He opened all of them and said "Ta daaaaaa".

After you two finished eating, you decided to have a walk on the beach. Chris got up first, and being the gentleman he is, helped you standing up.

"The sky looks so pretty at this time of the day", you said, trying to start a conversation. For some reason, it didn't feel awkward walking quietly with him like this. But you still wanted to know him better... and you liked listening to him talk, too.

Chris wanted to say it so badly. 'You're so much prettier'. But he didn't, as it was too cheesy and would probably make it too weird for you. And he didn't want to do that, of course. When talking to other people, he always felt like he has to start conversations, but to him, walking like this with you- the sea water touch your legs as the two of you walk side by side... It was perfect. He let his hand get closer to yours and finally held it.

You were a bit surprised at first (I mean, he was so quiet you thought you said something wrong??), not expecting him to do what you wanted to do so badly yourself, but his hand felt so warm and nice in your hand that you immediately held it back, looking at him with a smile. He returned a big smile and you could see how his ears turned a soft shade of red again.

"Y/n...", Chris started. You two were walking for a while when you finally found a nice bench, so you decided to sit there and look at the sunset together as some stars were showing. "I had a really great time with you today... I mean, it was scary at first. Very scary. But after the scary part, it was amazing"

You smiled. "It really was amazing for me too", you said, eyes meeting his. "And thank you... for saving my life and for making this date so great...", you let your head rest on his shoulder. He looked at you with the softest look omg you left him speechless... His ears couldn't get any more red right now.

"Y/n", he finally said. Gosh, how you liked the way he said your name. “Hmm?”, You turned to look at him, head still resting on his strong shoulder. "Is it okay if I do this...?", Your confused look changed to a smile in a second as he leaned forward, his soft lips touching yours, both hands cupping your cheeks gently, as warmth started spreading in your body.

Oh, it was a lot better than okay...

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"Felix?", Seungmin's voice interrupted Felix's thoughts. "Hey, Felix, it's your turn... Is everything okay?"

The boys were sitting around the table, with snacks and soft drinks on it, as they were about to find out which one of them is going to do the dishes this time. And so they did it in the same way they have always made important life decisions like this- by playing card games.

"Yeah... I'm just...", Felix started. What was he feeling? He wasn't even sure himself. He was happy for his friend and his sister, of course. He trusts Chan to be the best boyfriend for y/n. But it doesn't mean this whole thing wasn't strange for him... which probably was the reason why he felt this strange pain in his chest that made it a little hard for him to breathe for a few seconds...

"He's just worried because Chan hyung is on a date with his sister right now, and..", Minho said, with a smile, but once he saw Felix's worried look he stopped joking, amusement leaving his face. "Oh, come on, It's going to be okay! We already talked about this- Chan hyung is a good guy, and I'm sure y/n can take care of herself...".

"I know, I know", Felix said. "I trust Chan hyung, and I trust my sister to make the right choice. But still... I have a bad feeling for some reason..? "

"Your twinny-senses are tingling?", Jisung asked, shoving two potato chips in his mouth.

Of course, that's how you two called the way you could tell when the other lied, and when you just knew stuff, but they weren't REAL...

"Well, I don't know, I just feel like--", Felix started.

"It's the twinny-senses", Jisung continued, still chewing.

"Uhmmm, I.. it's not like--"

"Just tell him that it's your twinny-senses", Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes. "Jisung hyung wouldn't stop it if you don't", Jeongin added with a nod, whispering.

Felix sighed. "Yeah, it's my twinny-senses", he said, looking at Jisung who looked at him as if waiting for him to continue. "And.. they're tingling?". Felix said with another sigh. Now Jisung finally looked satisfied as he nodded with a proud smile.

"I'm sure it's alright", Changbin said, patting the younger's back. "This situation is probably just a little weird for you",

"I think so too", Jeongin added. "I mean, Channie-hyung is coming very soon and you sleep in the same room with him so... It's probably going to be even weirder for you two".

"Oh no...", Hyunjin covered his mouth with his hand, not able to hide his smile.

"Oh, our Jeonginnie...", Jisung said with a chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Felix, don't listen to them, everything is going to be okay", Seungmin said.

"And you don't have to talk about it to him, you know", Changbin added. "I sleep in this room too, so if the situation gets too awkward, this hyung will help you!", He pointed at himself, gaining some snorts of laughter from the others.

But it did lift up Felix's spirit. "Thank you Changbin hyung--", he said, smiling.

The sound of a key turning in the lock made them all freeze.

Chan was now standing in the living room, with a smile on his face. "So...", He started. "Who's doing the dishes this time?"

Everyone was quite at first. Chan's hair looked curlier than usual, meaning it was soaked and dried in the cool air, which makes sense as he probably couldn't help it but swim, being the sea-lover he is. But what caught their eyes was his clothes that still seemed a bit damp and were pretty wrinkled. Now, why wouldn’t he take off his shirt to get in the water?? It could be a great way to impress y/n as they all know how great his body looks...

"It's Felix", Minho's voice finally broke the silence. "Felix is doing the dishes this time".

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A/n: Hope you all have a wonderful day, please stay safe and happy! In case any of you is also insecure about the way they look, please know that you’re beautiful, loved and very important!!

My DMs are always open so feel free to message me 💖💖

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writing-gifts · 4 years

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we ain’t in kansas anymore ch.02 (bruno x gn!reader)

chapter 01

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A/N: okay im trying to do gn!reader but a lot of italian is gendered so when i'm trying to use cute little names or have someone refer to reader it causes issues. So I could use * or @ for the ‘a’ or ’o’ at the end of these terms for writing but that doesn’t work for dialogue, so i'm just gonna use ‘u’ for ex: instead of cara or caro ill say caru

anyways bruno isnt in this chapter but you get to do ur laundry heh

Italian dialogue is “italicized like this”

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The whirring sound of the payphone buzzes in your ear as you wait for someone to pick up. You close your eyes as the seemingly perpetual sound fills your head, hoping for the result you want.

Please please please...

A click.

"Hello?"

"H-Hello, is this ___ ___? Or do you know someone by that name?"

"Sorry, I think you have the wrong number."

"Oh, okay. Thanks," you reply, furrowing your brows and biting your lip. You hang the phone back on the receiver.

What now?

Someone knocks on the door behind you.

You lift your head from the glass you had rested it on and see a man looking at you impatiently from outside the phone booth.

You open the door to get out. "Sorry about that. I accidentally zoned out..."

What?

“Uh nevermind." Grimacing, you quickly walk away towards Fugo who’s waiting for you.

The moment you're close enough you realize that Fugo is giving you a disapproving look. “Please don’t talk to random people.”.

You can't help frowning at his tone. It wasn’t that harsh but you're tired. “I know, it's just habit but I'll try to stop...

He sighs. "No, I shouldn't have said it like that. Just try to avoid it okay."

Even though you were a bit caught off guard by how quickly he backtracked, you nod and follow him as he walks ahead of you.

"I'm taking you to a hotel nearby that you'll be staying at until further notice."

At least that was one less thing to worry about.

After some silence Fugo speaks up again.

“...Did you find out what you wanted?”

“I found out something but it wasn't what I hoped. That guy’s powers--”

“Stand ability,” Fugo corrects.

“Yea that...I’m 100% sure he could pull people from different realities or universes or something along those lines.”

"So you getting home has become much more unlikely."

You rub at your temples. "There has to be a way though…"

Fugo doesn’t look convinced but doesn’t say anything more.

After hailing a taxi, you and Fugo finally reach the hotel. It was a small business that looked like it had been there for many years.

“Who’s paying for this?” you ask.

“Buccellati has already taken care of it.”

You felt a bit strange about that, but it was nice that he was doing all of this instead of leaving you confused in the streets.

For being in the mafia these guys aren’t too scary, especially Narancia. At the same time, you haven’t even known them for a full day however you choose to ignore the small knot anxiety within you.

Maybe Buccellati just felt he was responsible for you...

As soon as you and Fugo enter, you are immediately greeted by a pretty, older woman standing behind a counter.

Fugo and the lady converse in Italian while you look over to the side waiting. You hoped you showing up suddenly like this wasn’t too much trouble.

“___--” your attention snaps back to them, “this is Signora Rizzo”

“Stella Rizzo”, she interjects. “You can just call me Stella caru mio.”

Fugo deadpans but continues, “She’ll show you to your room. If you need anything just come to her.”

You nod. “Um, are you coming back again or…?”

“Most likely, but I don’t know when.”

Fugo moves to leave and you tell him bye which he awkwardly returns.

Stella gives you a warm smile and you feel yourself relax and return your own smile, although not as full.

“Let me take you to your room, you must be tired.”

Mrs. Stella leads you up the stairs to the 2nd floor of the hotel. The hallway’s a bit narrow and there's only 4 doors from what you can see. You wondered if there was anyone else staying here right now.

She stops in front of the door 2nd closest to the stairway. “Okay here's the room you'll be staying in--it’s the best one.” She winks at you before pulling out a key from her skirt pocket and unlocking the door for you.

“Here’s the key.” Her polished nails touch your palm as she places the key in your hand. “I think you're going to be holding on to it for a while so make sure to keep it safe kay?”

"Okay." You look at the key in your hand and slip it into your pocket for now. You needed to find a keyring or bag for yourself later.

“I'll be right back caru. You can get yourself comfortable.”

She leaves you in the room alone. It was simply furnished, with a bed, a desk, a dresser, and a small old tv. There's a door to the side which you go to open and see is a small restroom.

You walk in and look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes immediately go to your neck. It’s stained with dried blood, but there wasn’t any type of cut. Other than it feeling pretty strange, there was nothing.

Was this another stand thing?

You sigh to yourself. Your shirt was also stained, but the workers at the restaurant hadn’t even shown a hint of anything being out of the norm. You honestly wish you could do the same.

You wanted to shower first but had no new clothes. Maybe you could hand wash and let them dry overnight?

You're about to turn on the faucet to the sink when you hear a knock on the hotel room door. Expecting it to be Mrs. Stella, you leave the bathroom to let her in. She holds out some folded cloth and a basket filled with various items to you .

“I brought you some clothes caru. I thought you would want something to change into for bed--I'm sorry that they aren't very appealing looking-- and I also brought you a toothbrush, soap, towel, and some other stuff I can’t remember grabbing too.”

The appearance wasn’t an issue, you were just glad you wouldn’t have to sleep naked tonight. You laugh a little,“Thanks. By the way, do you have a place where I can wash my clothes?”

“You have to hand wash them. I can get you a tub and detergent.”

“Oh guess you had the right idea. It wasn't a lot so you could just use the sink like you originally planned.”

“Detergent is enough, thanks! Actually I'll come with you.”

“Sure and if you need anything else don't be afraid to come down to the front desk and ask. My children sometimes take up the front but they should still be able to help you.”

Were her kids anything like her?

After you're given the detergent, you head back to your room.

You empty your pockets and change out of your clothes to take a quick shower. After you're done and dried off, you put on the spare clothes you were given--a plain t-shirt and some comfortable athletic shorts.

You loosen the drawstring until you're comfortable, then grab your dirty clothes that you tossed on the bathroom floor. When the sink’s filled halfway, you pour detergent into the (too hot) water. Even after all the scrubbing, the stains were still slightly visible but not enough to notice unless someone was close.

You wring out the excess water and let the sink drain so you can rinse out your clothes. You then take them out to the small balcony attached to your room and hang your clothes on the railing.

The streetlights light up parts of the empty street and sidewalks, while the alleyways seem to only embrace the darkness making it impossible to see or tell the things that could be possibly happening within.

You frown, suddenly feeling even more exhausted and go back inside. The moment you get comfortable in bed, you’re asleep within a minute.

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You stir from your sleep feeling as if someone has turned on the lights. Your eyes open just slightly enough and you immediately pull the covers over your head when you realise that the light from the window is shining directly on your face.

Did you have work today? You reach out to grab your phone where you usually left it on your night stand but your hands grab at air. You grumble. What time was it?

A minute passes before you poke your head out from under your covers and stare at the glass door of the balcony across the room. You stare wondering when you got a balcony. Your eyes widen and you sit up and look at your surroundings.

So that wasn’t a dream.

You frown remembering your situation, and rub the sleep from your eyes.

You honestly just want to go back to bed but you’re too awake now, so you force yourself to move towards the restroom and go through your usual morning routine. When you finish brushing your teeth, you walk on to the balcony, watching the people going about their day as you gather your clothes.

You snap out of it when you realize that a random person has noticed you staring and go back in to change with sluggish movements. You try to get your appearance in order the best you can with the items that were given to you yesterday..

While you’re in the middle of cleaning your face, Mrs. Stella shows up at your door, giving you a quite chiper good morning and asks if you want to join her for breakfast. Even though the thought was kind, you felt a little nervous going out of your room for too long, so you ask if you can eat in there instead.

“I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time.”

“It’s fine caru mio. I’m serious when I say don’t be afraid to ask for anything.��

Mrs. Stella comes back with eggs, bread with jam, fruit and a caffè latte--you mimic her words--to drink.

Seeing all that food made you realize how hungry you were. You thank her before you take it into your room to eat.

It was delicious and you honestly wanted seconds but you weren’t comfortable asking.

After you’re done, you realize that you need to take the plate downstairs but you don’t want to bring it back down dirty. Cleaning it in the restroom sink wasn’t probably the best idea either.

Other than that you don't really know what to do now. Were you going to spend the whole day here?

You rub at your neck without thinking. Something was definitely wrong with it--you could barely turn your head without discomfort.

A knock sounds on the door and you get up to open it expecting to see Mrs. Stella again.

"Fugo?"

The teen stands in front of you, wearing the same green, holey suit from yesterday. (Did he have multiple of the same outfit?)

“I came to pick you up.”

“That was quick. Uh where are we going?”

“You’ll know when we get there. We’re kinda on a tight schedule; we only have a small time window for this.”

It must not be safe to say here but you can't help thinking it was bothersome not knowing what was happening.

You run inside quickly to grab your phone and key. You see the plate on your dresser and also grab it.

”What's that in your hand,” Fugo asks as you walk down the stairs.

“...My dirty plate?”

He looks at you as if you said something stupid. “No I mean in your other hand.”

“Oh,” okay that was a little dumb, “That’s my phone.”

“So that’s what phones will evolve to...”

You hum showing him your phone more clearly, “Touch screens are pretty much the norm in like 2 decades. I can’t imagine going back to anything before it at this point!” There could be a prototype or something existing right now for all you know.

You wave goodbye to Mrs. Stella after giving her your dish which you can’t help apologizing for. She waves it off of course, but next time maybe you’d eat with her so you could wash your own dish.

You’re then led outside of the building to a car parked at the other side of the street.

You see Narancia’s head poking out of the window on the passenger side.

He perks up when he sees you. "Good morning ____!"

“Good morning”, you say back you can't help grinning. His smile was kind of contagious.

You get into the back of the car and lean towards Narancia’s seat to catch his attention. “Hey, you know where we’re going? Oh wait--nevermind.” You shake your hand next to your head as if you’re fanning your words away.

Leaning back, you pull the seat belt across your body. You wish you knew more than a few basic Italian phrases.

Narancia looks a little confused but understands that he doesn’t need to worry about it.

You play with your phone and Narancia listens to the radio as Fugo drives you all to wherever you are going.

As you slide the screen back and forth looking at the no signal symbol--your phone only had 50% charge left--you land on the page with your translation app.

...Would it still work?

You open it, pick the Italian option and type something into it.

When you press the speaker symbol, you and Narancia slightly jump when the sound of a robotic voice sounds in the car. Woops, you didn’t realize the volume was that loud.

“Uh, what was that?” Narancia asks.

“Ayy, really works!” the app said.

“What are you doing?” Fugo asks, furrowing his brows from the weird sentence but trying to keep most of his focus on the road.

“I have a translator app on my phone. It might come in handy? Probably only for simple statements though.” Typing ‘ayy’ probably wasn’t helping though.

You wonder when stuff like this actually came out. You didn’t have strong knowledge on when certain technology showed up (or became obsolete). These things just came and went into your life without you giving it much thought.

Narancia forces Fugo to explain and then he turns towards you, he eyes your phone with a very curious look on his face.

“I don't completely get it but sounds cool!”

You couldn't see Fugo’s face but he was curious as well.

#bruno aint in this chapter so im not even gonna tag the ship or him lol #this is pretty much a setup chapter #reader insert #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #oc #this is my first time making an oc in a fanfiction #Pannacotta Fugo #Narancia Ghirga #my writing #gift's writing #x reader

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dameronsgalaxygal · 4 years

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I’ve Been Waiting For You - Chapter 5: Honey, Honey

series masterlist

Pairing: modern!poe x reader

Warnings: mentions of past abusive relationship, mentions of cancer. FLUFF.

Word Count: 3386

Song Link: Honey, Honey

A/N: I may lag a bit in posting this week, I am getting my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow and will most likely be spending the week recovering! I’ll try my best to work on the next chapter though in hopes that it'll distract me from the pain. Don’t forget to listen to the song, per usual! Feedback and comments greatly appreciated, and tag list is open!

Summary: You and Poe go to the beach and Poe talks to you about how he feels.

I’ll pick you up at 11.

That’s so early for just a walk on the beach...

Maybe I have more planned.

You bit your lip to bite back a smile. You thought you would be meeting Poe later in the evening for dinner on the shore and then a walk down the beach, and although you wouldn’t admit it, you were hoping he had planned more. Knowing he had a whole day planned made your stomach flutter.

Is that so?

Maybe

Okay, Dameron. I’ll see you at 11.

You put your phone back in your pocket as you continued to work, organizing books. A group of middle schoolers had come by and basically made a mess of the entire store, leaving books all over the place and putting them on the incorrect shelves. It was your turn to reorganize since Tallie was at the register.

“What are you smiling at?” Leia peeked around the aisle to find you smiling as you dusted off another book, placing it on its appropriate shelf.

You just shook your head, a smile still lingering on your face. “Just thinking”

“About Poe?” She smiled, handing you another book to put away.

Leia could see right through you. She knew how much you liked being around Poe. She would notice your entire face light up every time Poe would visit the store, and she also noticed how much Poe could be himself around you, which was actually quite different from him. He always put on a mask around other girls, but not you. She wouldn’t tell you that, though.

You laughed softly. “Yeah. We have a date tomorrow.”

Leia grinned, “See? I told you that you know what you want.”

With that she walked away, leaving you to continue working with the same smile plastered on your face.

The day of your date, you woke up around 9am to shower and get ready. It was pretty warm outside and hardly a cloud in the sky. You wore a similar outfit to the one you wore to the club a couple weeks ago along with your swimsuit underneath. You weren’t sure if you would go in the water, but you wore it just in case.

Poe texted you around 10:30 as you were still getting ready.

Mornin sunshine. Going to starbucks then i'll head to your place. Whatcha want?

Your date hadn’t even started yet and you were already blushing. The fact that Poe had called you sunshine and was going to pick you up breakfast continued to prove the gentleman he really was. You had no doubt he was so kind, it just took you a few weeks and Leia to knock some sense into you that he was nothing like Kyle.

You don’t have to get me anything!

I know I don’t. But i'm gonna anyway. Quick, i'm next in line.

You chuckled to yourself before responding.

I’ll have a java chip frappe with peppermint :)

Got it. Pick you up soon.

You swore your smile hadn’t left your face since work yesterday.

You finished gathering up your things while you waited for Poe to pick you up. You threw a towel, some sunscreen, a change of clothes, a water bottle and some chapstick in your bag. You looked in your desk drawers for your sunglasses when you came across that matte blue notebook.

Hesitantly, you picked it up. You knew you shouldn’t open it right before going on your date. Your memories of Kyle had already messed up one interaction with Poe, you didn’t want them to mess up another.

The notebook had hundreds of pages full of your emotions towards Kyle. Emotions, feelings and thoughts you had never told anyone before. Thoughts that were holding you back. That kept you holding on to New York.

You heard a honk which let you know that Poe was outside. You grabbed your beach bag and the blue notebook, calling out to Rey and Rose to tell them you were leaving.

As you left, you tossed your notebook into the trash bin that sat right by your front door. You let out a sigh of relief as you got into Poe's car. Good riddance.

“Well hello there.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee before handing your frappuccino. He had beautiful eyes, but boy did he look good wearing sunglasses.

“Hi” You laughed, taking it from him. “Thank you. How much do I owe you?”

“Seriously?” You glanced at him in confusion. “We’re on a date. You don’t owe me anything.” He set his cup in the cupholder and pulled out of the apartment complex.

The fact that you felt nervous was silly. You had been spending a lot of time with Poe since you arrived in Florida. He allowed you to be yourself and he was starting to feel like a best friend. Sure, you would go to lunch or hang out, but it was never labeled as a date like today. Poe was giving you butterflies.

The drive to the beach was comfortable. Poe had put the windows down and turned the radio on, turning it up just enough so that you two could sing karaoke with the music. Your hair flew in front of your face as you looked out the window and you pushed it out of the way, even though it continued the entire ride. Poe frequently glanced over at you as he drove, the corner of his lips turning up to a soft smile.

Thirty minutes later and Poe was pulling into a parking garage right across from Fort Lauderdale beach. “Why didn’t we just go to miami beach?” You asked as you sipped the last of your frappuccino.

He shrugged as he turned off the ignition, smiling at you. “I wanted to try something different.”

You both got out of the car, Poe going to open the trunk to grab what looked like a picnic basket along with a beach umbrella. He handed you another bag that had a blanket, towels, and a change of clothes.

“Making me carry your things, are we?” You teased as he closed the trunk, locking the car.

He smirked and headed out of the parking garage without saying a word. This was going to be a long day, and boy were you excited.

You had eventually found a nice spot on the beach far enough away from the crowds of people, but still close enough so it wasn’t like you had the beach to yourself. You wouldn’t mind if you did, though.

You set down the bags and put up the umbrella while Poe laid out the red and white checkered blanket. You took off your shoes, placing them in your beach bag so they wouldn’t get sand in them.

You sat down beside Poe, his tanned skin gleaming perfectly from the sun directly above the two of you.

“So. What do we have planned today?” You watched him place the picnic basket in his lap and he opened it to reveal a display of foods and drinks.

He began to take out small sandwiches, bags of chips, cups of fruit and cookies. You bit your lip to hold back a smile, the thought that he had put this together by himself made your cheeks heat up.

“Well, I figured we would eat first. Then we could go into the water or tan a bit. Walk the shore. If you aren’t too tired maybe we could watch the sunset.” He handed you a can of soda that you cracked open right away.

You took a sip of your soda before placing it in your lap. “I’m cool with staying to watch the sunset.”

He grinned widely. “Cool.”

You smiled back as he handed you a sandwich.

“Did you make these?” You unwrapped the foil it was covered with before taking a bite.

“Sure did.” He paused as though he felt guilty. “Well, Finn helped me. By helped me I mean that he made them and I wrapped them with foil.”

You covered your mouth as you let out a laugh, trying not to spit out your food.

“Look,” He chuckled, swallowing his bite of the sandwich, “I don’t know how to make sandwiches look...presentable. I wanted them to look nice. Finn has a gift-.”

“In sandwich making?” You took another bite of your sandwich, a smile plastered on your lips.

He rolled his eyes and continued to eat. You admired how Poe was trying so hard. You could care less about how a sandwich looked, especially when you were just having a picnic. But Poe was different. He was going to do everything he could to capture your heart. He was doing a damn good job.

You two talked for what seemed like hours, typical between the two of you. You had only known Poe for about a month and a half, but you felt as though you had known him forever. Even after that incident at the bar and the encounter at the bookstore the next day, you still felt relaxed and comfortable with him. Things weren’t awkward between you two.

About an hour and a half into your conversations, you noticed Poe’s arms starting to redden.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” You asked him concerned. You glared at his bicep, which was only half covered by his t-shirt. You really didn’t know if you were staring at it because it was sunburnt or because it was massive.

He looked at his arms before he swore under his breath, grabbing the sunscreen bottle from his bag.

You let out a small laugh. “That’s gonna leave a wonderful tanline.”

He smirked at you before he pulled off his shirt, tossing it into his bag. You licked your lips unconsciously as you took in the view before you. His chest was toned perfectly and the sun reflected off of it, he looked like a movie star. A silver chain hung from his neck, a ring attached to the end of it.

He ran his hands along his chest and arms to cover himself in sunscreen and you noticed a small tattoo located right above his heart.

“S.B.D?” You asked.

He looked down at the initials carved into his skin before looking back at you. “My mom's initials,” he said, “Shara Bey Dameron”.

Poe had told you about his mom when you went to lunch after you had gotten the job at Solo Reads. You had asked him about his childhood, which brought up the conversation about his parents. His dad had moved away from South Miami after Shara passed. He felt stuck and heartbroken, in need of an escape before it consumed him, a situation similar to yours. Poe decided to stay in Miami to go to flight school and eventually become a commercial airline pilot.

Shara passed away when Poe was eighteen due to breast cancer. From what he had told you, he had been extremely close to her. They nearly seemed inseparable. You weren’t surprised that he had a tattoo in her honor.

“That’s a beautiful name,” you said softly.

“She was a beautiful woman.” He smiled gently at you.

Your eyes shifted from his down to his necklace. He reached up to hold the silver ring between his thumb and index finger, “It was her wedding band. My dad gave it to me after she passed. I didn’t feel like it was doing her justice, so I got the tattoo as well.”

You nodded sadly, looking into your lap. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “Let’s not turn this into a pity party. Let’s have some fun. We’re on a date.” He stood up, reaching his hand out for you to take.

You took it and he pulled you up.

“Let’s go in the water.” He smirked.

You pulled your shirt over your head and pulled down your shorts to leave you in your bikini. If you had been with anyone else, you would have been extremely self-conscious. But being around Poe made you feel like yourself. You weren’t as nervous as you had been a week ago. He was making it clear how much he respected you.

He smiled at you in which your cheeks flushed.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his, your small smile dropping slightly.

“What?” He noticed your demeanor change.

You gulped, “No one has ever called me beautiful before.”

It was true. Kyle was your first boyfriend and he never called you beautiful. He never called you anything, for that matter. Except sexy, and that’s only when he would try to get you in bed. But he would never call you any terms of endearment, nor would he ever make you feel beautiful.

His smile turned to a frown. “Didn’t you have a boyfriend?”

No, no, no. Don’t bring him up. You were able to shrug it off.

He walked toward you, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Well I’ll tell you a million times. You are beautiful.”

You softly smiled. “Thank you.”

You were falling faster than you would have liked to.

Poe smiled back at you before scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder, a small scream leaving your lips.

“Poe Dameron, put me down!” You laughed. He was careful. If you really wanted to be put down, he would put you down. He didn’t want to mess up again. But he could tell in your tone that you were being playful.

“No, thanks.” He ran down the sand into the water before setting you down.

You yelped at the change in temperature, the cold waves crashing on your legs.

Poe splashed you, causing you to gasp. You shot him a glare, your jaw hanging open slightly, before you splashed him back. “It’s on”.

You and Poe continued to splash each other as if you were a couple of kids until Poe pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You were unsure where to place your hands, but you eventually sat them on his biceps, which he purposefully flexed.

He sighed, his goofy smile turning more serious. “I know you said you just got out of a relationship, and that you couldn’t do this right now, but I like you a lot. I feel like I have known you my entire life. You’re so easy to talk to. You laugh at my jokes, which by the way are terrible, so thank you for that.”

You laughed slightly, looking up at him. You knew where he was going with this, but you already knew your answer. He was making you feel again, something you didn’t think that was possible. At least not this fast. You had thrown away your notebook right before you left this morning. You were ready to completely start fresh. That wasn’t to say that you weren’t still hurt, and some things would be extremely sensitive, but you wanted to try this with Poe. Just like Leia said, you know what you want.

“You’re beautiful, funny, sassy,” You blushed and smiled, running your hands up and down his arms. “I know this is only our first date but, I’d like to make you my girlfriend. It doesn’t have to be today, or even tomorrow. But I want you to know that I’ll give you all the time you need.”

He was willing to wait for you.

“Poe.”

“And I don’t know what you went through in New York, but I would never, ever, hurt you.”

“Poe I-” You tried cutting him off.

“Yes, I know. Since I’m a pilot I am gone a lot, but I would never-” You cut him off by placing your lips on top of his. The kiss was soft, different from the kisses you had shared at the club.

He kissed you back and you felt as though you were floating. His lips were soft and warm, heat shooting through your body even though you were still standing in the cold water.

He cupped your cheek, tilting your head slightly to kiss you deeper. Even though it wasn’t the first kiss you two had shared, it had felt like it.

You pulled away, looking up at him. “I came here to start over. I’m tired of holding myself back. You’ve pulled me out of my shell and I admire you so much for it. I’m not perfect, and I might be a lot to handle sometimes, but if you are up for the challenge, then yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

You didn’t think Poes smile could get any wider, but it did. He picked you up and spun you around, and you giggled hysterically.

He sat you down, placing his forehead on top of yours before pecking your lips. “You’re my girlfriend”

You rolled your eyes playfully, walking out of the water.

He chased you, reaching down to grab your hand as you walked back to the blanket. Not even two minutes into being official and the boy was already smitten.

The rest of the date you spent laughing and exchanging occasional kisses. It had seemed as though Poe had so many he was waiting to give you, and he was giving them to you all at once.

Poe had pulled you into his lap, giving soft kisses to your shoulder and cheek and you would giggle and scrunch your face at the tickling sensation.

“Do you have any more food? I’m kind of hungry.” You asked, looking into the picnic basket.

He removed his lips from your shoulder to glance inside. He reached in to pull out a small bag of grapes, handing them to you.

You opened them and popped a few into your mouth before offering some to Poe. He grabbed one, throwing it at a seagull that was a few feet away from where you two had sat.

“Poe!”

“What? It looked hungry.” He raised his shoulders and pointed at the seagull.

“Yeah well now it’s going to alert its fellow seagull buddies and our date is going to have an audience!” You crawled out of his lap as more seagulls landed near your towel.

“Nope, no, I am walking away” You laughed and stood up, trying to walk away from the birds that were now hovering over Poe.

“They just want some food! Here.” Poe threw some more grapes.

You watched as the seagulls got closer to Poe, who was now standing with slight panic on his face. He started to run away from them in hopes that they would eat the grapes and leave, but they only flew after him. You couldn’t help but laugh so hard you nearly cried, Poe running in circles yelling for you to save him.

The birds eventually gave up and flew away, and Poe ran to you, pulling you into him and burying his head in your neck. “They almost killed me”

“You are so overdramatic,” You laughed, pushing him off you gently. “You ready for that walk now?”

He nodded, brushing his hair out of his face. “It’s getting a little chilly, I’m going to change and then we can take our walk down the shore and watch the sunset. It will be very romantic.” He winked.

You giggled again, walking to your bag to grab your clothes. You changed into some sweats and a hoodie, and Poe did the same.

“Ready?” Poe asked, reaching his hand out for you.

You nodded, taking it and intertwining your fingers as you walked along the shore. The water barely caressed your feet as you walked and talked, sharing pecks on the lips every now and then until Poe stopped walking, pulling you to his chest and placing a small kiss on the crown of your head. You rested your head on his chest and let out a tiny sigh.

You were feeling excited, but a part of you was upset with yourself for allowing you to get attached to someone so quickly, let alone hop into another relationship after just getting out of an abusive long-term relationship. You couldn’t help but worry you would end up hurt again, but for now you stood in the arms of Poe, his head on top of yours as you watched a mixture of reds and oranges paint the sky as the sun faded behind the sea.

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eating for two.

special chapter to the baby dont stop series

warning/s: suggestive (mutual masturbation)

It’s been a year and a half of being married the one and only love of your life and it’s been nothing but a dream come true.

Both of you fell into a routine of waking up together, Taeyong would cook breakfast for both of you while you take a shower. Eating together and then he takes his turn in the bathroom while you do the dishes.

You work at the same company; the same nine-to-five office job, but at just different departments. After work and going home, you’re in charge of dinner and he’ll be the one to clean up.

And of course, depending on how draining the day was, you end the night by making love; relieving each other of the stress from work, reminding each other of your love, or as you’re secretly hoping for; making a baby.

Taeyong is in no rush to have a kid, and you’re not either, but it would be nice to have a mini you and/or mini him running around soon. You’ve been long off your birth control and investing in a lot of skincare to keep your hormonal acne in check when your period comes around. At one point, you’re starting to think one of you could be infertile at how you’re still not able to get pregnant. You even made sure to go rounds after rounds on the day you’re period tracker tells you you’re on your ovulation period.

And then it happens.

One early morning, you woke up feeling sick and ran to bathroom to throw up. You don’t want to jump to conclusions, but as you’re trying to find reasons as to why you’re heaving the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, you just couldn’t think of any. Your period isn’t due until next week either.

Taeyong was at a small gathering last night with friends and had a drink too many that he’s completely wiped out; he didn’t even budge when you threw his arm off of you to run to the bathroom. As you tuck yourself back in his arms, you decide not to tell him first, just in case it was a false alarm.

You’re incredibly careful at purchasing multiple pregnancy tests and hiding them where he doesn’t usually check - which is almost close to impossible because he does a lot of cleaning around the house, too, so you couldn’t store it away in the storage cabinet. You would hide it where you keep your pads and tampons, but it’s beside the hair dryer both of you use from time to time. You ended up hiding it in your underwear drawer because you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have some weird kink with panties that makes him go through them or sniff them or anything. hopefully

Another thing you had to worry about was how you were going to take the tests and wait for the results without Taeyong wondering why you’re taking too long in the bathroom. Luckily for you, he was chosen by his department head to accompany him to an out of town trip. It was a an overnight trip but it’s more than enough for you to take the tests.

“Have a safe trip, baby,” You adjust your purse on your arm before kissing his cheek. It was Friday night and they were traveling tonight to attend the conference tomorrow noon instead of waiting for the wee hours of the morning to set off.

Taeyong kisses you back on your forehead after he hands you the car keys. “You, too. Double check the locks before you go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, dad.” You roll your eyes, but you almost blush because he could very well be one in a few months.

“You’ll be gone for a day, Lee. We’ll be back by the evening.” His department head, Mr. Shim Changmin, approaches both of you. “It’s good to have a little solo time, too, in marriages.”

You bow your head at him as he’s still one of your superiors. “Of course. I’ll be maximizing my ‘me time’ this weekend.”

“I got you a few bath bombs to try.” Taeyong informs you, running his hand down your back. “They’re in the cabinet below the sink.”

“Aw, thanks.” You debate for a second whether or not to give him a peck since his superior was right there but Mr. Shim receives a call and he excuses himself to pick it up, allowing you to quickly kiss Taeyong’s cheek. “I’ll try it to tomorrow... do you want pics?”

You say it low enough for him to hear and it immediately brings a bright red tinge on his cheeks. He chuckles, licking his lips, “Well, I’d have to proof that you’re using it, don’t I?”

His hands are itching to tickle your waist, but you’re quick to pull away. “Then I will. I should go ahead, traffic will be piling up soon.”

“Take care. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. Text me when you arrive at your hotel, okay?” With one last kiss, you head home. You order food for dinner; too anxious to cook and while waiting for it, took all the pregnancy tests and lined them up on the bathroom counter.

As you wait for the results, pacing back and forth outside the bathroom; your food arrives and for thirty minutes you genuinely forgot about the tests until you had to go in wash up for bed.

You’re looking at the tests, double checking the back of their packages about what the lines and colors mean. And all of them say the same thing: positive. You’re pregnant. You wanted to cry out of joy; there’s life in your belly, a little mix of you and Taeyong. Despite the numerous tests that tell you you’re pregnant, you wanted to be extra sure and planned to go to your doctor as soon as her office opens tomorrow morning.

As you lie down for the night, the bed too spacious for your liking as Taeyong’s spot is empty, you curl up on your side and place a hand on your stomach. You know you’ve been waiting and hoping for it, but you can’t believe a baby is growing in your womb right now. You’re trying not to think ahead of it like what the gender could possibly be or what his/her name is, you’re just glad you don’t have to worry about Taeyong taking the news since you knew he wants to have a kid just as much as you do.

And as if on cue, your phone rings.

“Hey, baby, I just got to my room at my hotel.” His voice fills the room as you put his call on speaker. “Are you in bed? Did I wake you up?”

“Not at all, I just got in.” You hum, fighting off the urge to tell him the news. “Before you ask, yes, I did double check the locks. They’re closed and I’m safe.”

“Good.” He chuckles. You could hear clothes rustling and you’re guessing he’s changing out of them. “What did you have for dinner?”

“I ordered some pork cutlets and jjajangmyeon. Have you eaten?”

“We ate at a Chinese restaurant before checking in. I just had noodles and some dumplings.”

Maybe it’s all in your head or maybe it’s your pregnancy talking, but you’re suddenly craving for some soup dumplings. “That sounds good. Maybe I’ll have Chinese takeout tomorrow for lunch.”

He laughs at this, “Are you really not going to cook for yourself at all while I’m gone?”

“I will, it’s just that I don’t want to cook if my husband isn’t here to eat and compliment it.” You sigh, “I already miss you.”

“I miss you, too... are you okay?”

“Yeah. What makes you think otherwise?”

“I didn’t mean you weren’t, it’s just that... you sound different? A little dreamy? Mellow?”

“Oh... well, I did just have a nice hot shower.” You lied, “So I’m relaxed and ready for bed.”

“We should both get to sleep then, huh? Good night, baby, sweet dreams.”

“Good night, love. Sweet dreams.”

The following morning, you spend a good half an hour vomiting into your toilet bowl and the other half trying to look for something to eat that isn’t triggering you to run back into the bathroom once its’ scent hits your nostrils after calling up your doctor for an immediate appointment.

In the next hour, you’re already at the clinic; texting Taeyong and pretending to be out on an errand like grocery shopping before going through the check up with your doctor.

“Congratulations, [Y/N]. You’re definitely pregnant, about 7 weeks in.” She smiles up at you as she points out the fetus through the monitor of the ultrasound.

You have a photo taken of the ultrasound and after scheduling more check ups with your doctor and going through a list of the things you are now not allowed to do and things you should do as pregnant woman, you head back home.

You decided to run a bath, trying to decide how to tell Taeyong when he gets home. You remembered the bath bombs he told you about and took them out of the cabinet, choosing a lavender scented one. Grabbing your phone, you take a video of you dropping the bath bomb it and letting it bubble up for a good minute before sending it to Taeyong.

Almost immediately, he replies, “You’re lucky we just got back from brunch.”

It’s around 10:30 and you know the conference is at noon so you know he has time to spare. You shed off your clothes and step into the bath, sinking into warm water with a moan. You keep one arm out of the water to dial your husband and wait for the video call to connect.

Once it does, you hear the shower running on his end of the call and you see him trying to look for a place to put his phone up on. “How’s the bath bomb?”

“It smells amazing.” You show the lavender colored water; not even shy about how your breasts were on full display. “I wish you were here. We should try the rose one when you get back later.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” He sighs. You watch him step back into the cascading water, biting down on your lower lip when he tilts his head back to expose his throat to you. It was a little annoying how the camera just cut off below his abdomen; barely showing the base of his cock. “What did you get from the grocery?”

“Hm?” You’re confused for a second until you realized that was the excuse you gave him when you were at your doctor. “Oh, just a few fruits and snacks. I wanted cupcakes, though, so I might go back out later.”

“Can you get me some, too?” He looks back at you through the camera.

“Sure.”

“What are you doing after?”

You sit back against the tub after resting your phone on a stand, massaging your arms with the scented water. “I might lounge around after lunch, maybe clean up the house a bit.”

He’s washed up his hair as you tell them this, rinsing off the suds and reaching for his body wash. As he squirts it into his hand and begins to lather it, he asks, “Can I see you, baby?”

You hum, “Hm? Can’t you see me now?”

“All of you, baby.”

Oh. You sit up a bit to move your phone to the other end of the bathtub, directly across you, and move to lean back. You part your legs, making sure he can see your everything even through the colored water.

Twenty minutes later, the video call ended. He’s satisfied, you’re satisfied, the water’s cold now but your body still feels hot. When you get out of the bath and dress for the rest of day after you dry off, you feel giddy. You’re so excited to tell Taeyong about the baby and you have an inkling on how you were going to announce it to him.

After lunch and lounging around, you head back out to your favorite bakery around six to pick up a few cupcakes and drove through a fast food chain at the sudden craving for something greasy even though you marinated some meat to cook for dinner.

Back in your home, as you munched on nuggets with one hand while cradling a double pattied burger with the other, you keep eyeing the cupcakes on the kitchen counter and hope everything goes to plan and Taeyong would understand what you mean.

Taeyong announces he’s home around ten and you’re running up to him a like giddy little child, jumping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses. “Did you miss me that much?”

“I’ve been wanting to eat the cupcakes all night, but I wanted to wait for you.” You confess, which is actually true. Aside from wanting to reveal the pregnancy, all the salt and grease from your dinner needed to be washed down with something sweet - you would have opted for wine, but obviously, you weren’t allowed to.

He sets his bags aside and laughs, letting you lead him to the kitchen, “You didn’t have to wait. I was planning to eat it tomorrow.”

You stop and turn to him with a frown - almost pout - on your face, “After I waited hours so I could enjoy these cupcakes with you?”

“I’m kidding! What flavors did you get?”

Pulling the box of cupcakes across the countertop, you open up the lid, “Vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. Which one do you want?”

He hums, resting a hand on your hip and pulling you close, “Chocolate.”

You hand it to him and as he peels the paper off, you drag the remaining cupcakes towards you, “That’s yours and these are mine.”

You’re hoping he comments about it, jokingly or even passively, and he does; giving you a pout, “Why do you get two?”

You inhale deeply, looking at the cupcakes - and although seeing them up close and catching a whiff of its sickeningly sweet scent makes you want to hurl - you shrug as casually as you can, “Because I’m eating for two now.”

“Ah.” He nods, about to take a bite until he suddenly stops, mouth agape and cupcake suspended inches from his lips. He looks back at you, “You’re what?”

“Eating for two.” You repeat, swallowing your saliva. “D-do you understand what that means?”

He blinks at you for a while, gaze dropping to your stomach, and then back up at you. He puts the cupcake down and stares at you for a few more seconds. “Are you pregnant?”

You smile, nodding vigorously.

“I-” He grins, pulling you by your waist and looking back down at your midsection, “This isn’t a joke? You’re serious? I’m going to be a dad?”

“You’re going to be dad.” You confirm with a little giggle at how his eyes are just wide and sparkling.

“We’re going to be parents?” He asks once more and you’re laughing, answering his question with another nod. He picks you up, hugging you tightly and squealing along with you. “When did you find out?”

As he sets you down, you shrugged, “I felt sick the other day and I took pregnancy tests last night - they all came back positive.”

“Last night? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I had to make sure! So I went to my doctor and-” You flinch, internally scolding yourself for forgetting about the sonograph in your purse. You run over to it and Taeyong curiously follows after you. “I wanted to be very, very, very sure that I was pregnant before I told you.”

“Is this our baby?” He takes the picture from your hands and you quickly show him as what your doctor had said. “I can’t believe this.”

“Do you think we’re ready to have kids?”

He puts the photo down and takes your hands, “I do... and if we’re not, we have months to prepare.”

“Are you ready to have fat, bloated, and moody wife?” You half-joked, pursing your lips at the thought of your belly swelling up in the next few months.

“No, because I will always only have a beautiful, loving, deserving wife.” He kisses you with each description, “I couldn’t have asked for anyone else to be a mother of my child.”

“Alright.” You roll your eyes before gazing back into his eyes, “I love you.”

He scrunches his nose and gives you an eskimo kiss, eliciting a little laugh from you. “I love you, too.”

bonus end scene:

“Wait,” You pull away from him all of a sudden, your hair disheveled and clothes gone.

Taeyong drops his head to the bed and blinks up at you, out of breath, “What?”

“I have to call you daddy before our kids do.”

“O-okay? But... in what context-”

“As in, I’ve been really, really bad while you were gone, daddy. I need to be punished.” You say in your best sultry voice, tracing the tip of your finger down his abdomen. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

He lets out a little scoff, quickly turning your positions around, “Is that so?”

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