#One shot request

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Pheromone Friday

Quick summary: Pheromone Friday is the day where my ask box is open to specific requests that are omegaverse related. (anything is accepted in my ask box on Fridays, if you don't have an omegaverse idea but have a stranger things themed request than ill still accept but it will be done after the omegaverse requests :)

Rules: Be respectful, and don't submit anything that is incest, pedophilic, racist, homophobic, misogynistic, etc. (basically don't be a bigot)

Smut Related: I'm open to writing pretty much anything, but if I discover something that I feel uncomfortable with i have the right to decline. I personally will say no to watersports and nonconseual sex.

Pairings: Romantic wise I'm only willing to do Steddie at the moment, platonic wise ill do any platonic relationship.

Last but not least: clarify if the ship will be Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Omega or Omega/Omega. (I’m willing to do all of them.)

Anyone can participate! Or adapt this for their own use. I don't have a tag list of people who I would think would be interested yet but yeah :)

Example of my omegaverse drabbles:

Alpha Eddie who sells voice clips (no video, no photos) of his moans, soft wines, shaky breaths and whimpers somewhere online for omegas. Somehow Alpha Steve accidentally comes across it and knots his toy before he even hits the five minute mark.

Because of how Eddie sounds, Steve thinks Eddie might be the submissive one when something something happens and they meet for the first time. That was his first and last mistake, and now he’s (consensually) being recorded as Eddie takes him from behind.

Now Eddies made good money, but not nearly as much as Steve brings in. the sound clip of Steve crying out when Eddie’s knot catches for the first time has already made 30k

[untitled5071]

Writing request where Lisa does get sent to a psych ward.

Thinking a little angsty there, huh? I hope you don't mind the direction I took it, I just couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy!

Tw: allusions to suicide

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Lisa hadn’t spoken in a week and a half, and it was doubtful that she ever would again. 

The last words she had said had been desperate pleas for help, screamed at the top of her lungs in the hopes that someone, living or dead, would come to her rescue as she was dragged towards the transport van for Serenity Manor. But no such help came; her father had only watched her be dragged away with sad eyes, and her wicked stepmother was smirking, eyes flashing and victorious. Taffy was at cheer practice, and her absence meant the loss of Lisa’s last line of defense. 

It had all been Janet’s doing; after Lisa smashed the bathroom mirror, she had decided that enough was enough and pulled her influences in the hospital to get her admitted to the psych ward, citing incidents of Lisa being a dangerous, reclusive vandal and needing residential treatment. Lisa didn’t even have time to protest her case before the guards had pulled up to the front door immediately after she returned from her shift at Wayne’s, and she suddenly found herself being wrestled into the white vehicle for the whole nosy neighborhood to watch. 

And watch they did; the last thing she saw before the car doors closed on her was the sea of Brookview citizens, all staring with wide eyes and harsh whispers as the Swallows girl got taken away “like she should have from the beginning”. 

And then her world was dark, and it didn’t get much brighter when they arrived at the facility. 

She was silent through the entire registration and rooming process. Janet had clearly been chomping at the bit to get her out of the house so most of it had been done for her ahead of time, but she refused to speak as they handed her a new, dull grey set of linen clothes to change into, cut her nails so she couldn’t scratch herself, and fitted her with special socks, ones meant to keep her from falling or running away too fast. 

She knew, in some deep, long locked away corner of her mind that she should be fighting, be protesting, standing up against this, but the voice of outrage was drowned out by the tidal wave of hopelessness that swelled inside her and refused to subside, nearly drowning her as they led her down the hall by her arm. . 

Her room was a bland thing with whitewashed walls, bars on the windows and a bed too low to the ground to hurt herself on or with, and as the attendants closed the door for “lights out” oh her first night she hadn’t even bothered to make it to the stained mattress; she just sank down onto the floor where she was standing and cried soundlessly. 

The routine hadn’t deviated much from that in the coming days, nor would it for the foreseeable future. 

Though she got out of bed when they told her, she hardly woke up; she ate her tasteless food without blinking, she sat in the recreation areas during the several hours of unstructured time they were given and stared ahead, waiting for the attendants to usher her to the next bought of mindlessness. She didn’t chat with the other patients, she didn’t answer the nurse’s questions with anything more than a miniscule nod or head shake when asked about her basic needs. 

She had overheard Taffy call her a zombie once, on the phone with her friends a few months after she moved into Janet’s house. 

She was most of the way there. Only one thing left to do, but the facility had made it impossible to complete the last step. Damn them. 

Speaking of Taffy, she visited as often as she could. Janet wouldn’t set foot in the place, and her father had stopped by once before making a hasty exit once he realized his daughter was back to being mute, but Taffy cut school and snuck over every other day. She was a welcome pop of color against the drab landscape of Lisa’s mind, though she did notice the dark circles under her eyes and the occasional flinch when far-off doors slammed. 

Her voice was more subdued as she whispered to Lisa about how many arguments she was having with her mother for Lisa’s sake, trying to bring her home and apologizing for not being able to say goodbye. She brought Lisa things, when she could; the photo of her mother, a tape player that got confiscated immediately, and posters from her bedroom with the corners ripped, which told her what she already knew. 

She was being erased. Janet was tearing up her room and throwing out everything she still clung to from the Before times, and even if she made it out of this goddamned cell then she would have nowhere to go, no one to miss her since to them, she was already gone. 

She might as well have been, for all the good living was doing her. 

She only felt remotely like herself at night, when she was able to lay on her back with her arms crossed like she was laying in her coffin, and dream. She lost herself in the labyrinth of her mind, thinking of her mother and how sheltered she had felt in her arms, writing new poetry that now went a few shades darker than ‘pitch black, and of Bachelor’s and her favorite grave. 

She hoped he missed her. At least then someone would. 

It was on one of these nights when the storm started, flashes of green lighting up her peripheries as she counted the spaces in between thunderclaps like her mom had taught her to when she was five. She was imagining winged figures getting strikes and spares when her imaginings were interrupted by another peal of thunder, this one sounding dangerously close by. 

She pulled herself out of her imagings so she could watch the following bolt of lightning, and in doing so she ended up locking eyes with the figure looming above her, their face completely obscured by a massive pile of mud and roots. 

Thunder boomed, and the being leaned closer, reaching out a hand to her and groaning. 

The next flash of unnatural green lightning perfectly illuminated her horrified face, and the thunder drowned out the sound of her scream. 

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Lisa’s eyes shot open and she lay in bed panting as sweat pooled under her bangs, seemingly unable to move. She was breathing so hard that she was afraid her lungs were going to expand out her chest, and it took her several minutes both to calm down and realize where she was. 

She was in her bedroom, her wax carvings still on the walls around her in poetic fragments, her dark comforter was tangled around her legs and the bright red numbers on her digital bedside clock read 2:47. 

Her breathing started to come easier as her eyes fluttered closed in relief; she was okay. Janet was dead, she hadn’t been admitted, she was still in her room, still with-

A gentle touch on her arm made her startle, and she opened her eyes to see the figure of a man looming over her, the same one from her nightmare and yet distinctly different. Despite herself, she tensed, her sleep and adrenaline-addled brain warning her of danger and telling her to run before the figure was retreating slightly, leaning over to the other end of the bed. Her lamp flickered on and in the soft yellow light she could see her corpse companion, his eyes wide and brow furrowed in concern. 

She looked at him in the light, saw Janet’s earring shining in his left ear and the green stitches on the wrist of the hand that was hovering between them, saw his dark eye circles, the pink floral nightgown she had given him and the worried dip of his mouth, and she sighed shakily, the pressure in her chest alleviating. 

He groaned at her, clearly trying to ask what was wrong and if she was okay, but his ability to speak still hadn’t returned to him. She understood him perfectly though, and she grabbed his hand and squeezed it while she ran her fingers through her hair. 

“It’s alright, I’m okay. Just a nightmare, that’s all. They haven’t been that realistic since my mom died. It just rattled me a bit, I guess.”

He hummed in sympathetic understanding, and his eyes flickered with uncertainty. She tilted her head at him as he took a breath, making a decision before reaching out with his other hand, eyebrows lifted in a way that clearly said, ‘May I?’

She nodded, her heart skipping a beat as he pulled her to him, running his hands up and down her back and arms as he rested his chin on her hair, her head tucked neatly into his chest. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the air hitching in her lungs as it escaped. Her undead partner began to hum quietly above her, the sound echoing around his empty chest, and she cuddled closer. 

She felt him squeeze her tighter in a comforting and protective way, and the last remnants of her fear melted away. 

How could she have ever been afraid of him?

[she-karev]

Pregnancy (One Shot Request, Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Two

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

AN: Hey guys I see you liked my last post and I got a one-shot request to do another time skip for Amber and DeLuca. I hope you guys like it and I’m up for one shot requests if you have any. I'll try to post part two by Wednesday.

Summary: Amber gets bored during maternity leave and texts Andrew who comes over.

Words: 1741

October 20, 2022

I sit crisscross on the king bed making a lazy raspberry sound as I flip through the pages of Watchmen. Graphic novels aren’t what I usually read but I got desperate after finishing the whole shelf of books in the study. I’ve read everything from classics like Jane Eyre to new releases like Iron Widow. After that I asked Levi for a recommendation, and he immediately dropped off this huge comic book. The art is good, the storyline is surprisingly relevant to society’s political landscape and the characters are interesting. But it has barely kept me from chronic boredom that comes from maternity leave or as I like to call it, maternity prison.

My little sidekick is in her eighth month of gestation and it’s pretty evident to anyone with eyes given how I look like Pluto. If Pluto had boobs and was wearing her husband’s Harvard shirt with gray sweatpants. After the New Year I told Andrew that I was ready for us to start trying to have a baby. The pandemic was over, I was caught up in my residency thanks to Webber and Andrew was finally back in the O.R. as a general surgery attending. The timing couldn’t be better and around March we found out we were pregnant and then a few months later we found out we were having a girl. There was a bump when the residency program shut down for a bit but it restarted with a new batch of interns and me being promoted to Chief Resident.

Unfortunately, that joy was short lived, I had to go on maternity leave about a few weeks later when the exhaustion kicked in at 35 weeks and I’ve been glued to the bed ever since. And to make matters worse Levi was assigned temporary Chief Resident so that was another cloud looming over my head. The only thing that keeps me somewhat sane in this bed is my husband and baby daddy coming home and detailing every step of his surgeries so I don’t become dumb. Which is why I sent an impulsive text that I’m sure will make Andrew angry at me.

I hear running out in the hall and the door bursts open revealing Andrew in his navy scrubs and blue fleece telling me he came straight here the second he got my text. He looks around worried until he finds me criss cross in the middle of the bed looking healthy as a clam despite my text saying 911. I grin at him trying to look innocent so he doesn’t get too mad at me for worrying him because I was bored and needed contact with the outside world.

“Hi honey.” I greet him normally and he looks at me in shock before confusion sets in his face and I explain, “I might have possibly fibbed in my text don’t be mad.”

“You-” Andrew groans frustrated before laying it out, “You texted me 911.”

“I know.” I take a sip of my water bottle as Andrew walks to the edge of the bed staring down at me clearly peeved.

“I came straight here from work because my very pregnant wife texted me 911 and I was afraid she was in labor or bleeding out. But instead, I find her in bed chilling and acting like she didn’t almost give me a heart attack!” I wince at the exclamation, “God Amber what is wrong that you have to scare me like that?”

“I can’t be held accountable.” Andrew scoffs at my excuse and I continue, “I can’t be held accountable for my misguided actions because your baby and me have gone insane from bed rest and boredom. Will it make you feel better if I said sorry for almost scaring you to death?”

Andrew’s face softens slightly, “Well I think the knots in your hair are punishment enough so yes.”

I look in the vanity mirror to my left and see that my normally composed blonde hair is all over the place due to laying on my pillow for 10 hours. I look back and see my husband grinning amused already past his anger and I frown at that, “Yeah that’s right laugh at your pregnant wife who has permanent bed head let’s see how that ends for you.”

I stand on my knees and crawl over to the edge to face Andrew who chuckles while I pout, “Okay in all seriousness is there a logical reason why you texted me 911 when there is nothing emergent?”

“I’m bored out of my freaking mind.” I explain bordering on yelling while Andrew is looking at me affectionately with his bright green eyes, “I’ve been at home for five weeks, five weeks, do you have any idea what that is like?!”

“I have a feeling your gonna tell me.” Andrew puts his hands on my hips to keep me steady.

I hold up Watchmen to prove my point of how bored I am, “I’ve read all the books in our shelves I always say I’m gonna finish, I tried watching Netflix but you know it just makes me miss human contact more and to top it off while I’m shackled to this bed like that lady in Gerald’s Game my husband is at work saving lives and actually making a difference because unlike me he doesn’t have a big bowling ball under his shirt. And I think the baby is bored too and she sent that text because she’s hungry for more of your surgery stories and a reminder that there’s a world outside this bed. She’s very stubborn about what she wants.”

“She takes after her mother.” Andrew quips in amused and I narrow my eyes at him causing him to chuckle, “Look I know it’s hard being cooped up in here but you heard what the OB said bedrest is important and you were reaching your limit. I had to practically carry you out of the hospital when I found you passed out after your 18 hour shift in the pit.” I groan at that memory because it’s when I admitted I was exhausted and ordered to go on leave until after the baby was born, “You were doing the work of eight people it’s not good for your stamina and it would’ve affected the baby too.”

“You don’t know that.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I continue, “I’m like an M1-A1, it’s a tank and it can survive anything and get the job done.” I look down at my huge belly pouting at my changing body, “I mean I’m already as big as a tank right now and my bikini days are getting narrower by the minute.”

“I never really liked bikini’s anyway.” He’s trying to console me again which he always does when I complain about how big I’m getting, “You look way better in that sweater than some tacky string.”

“Stop being nice, you know my hormones make me unpredictable.” I remind him again, “The nicer you are the more it makes me want to choke hold you.”

“In that case you look like a bloated whale.” Andrew jokes and it doesn’t amuse me at all, “Better?”

“Not in the least.” I sigh and wrap my arms around the back of Andrew’s neck and say sweetly, “Just stay here and tell me stories about life on the outside.” I run my fingers through his wavy hair to add effect but it doesn’t work. He looks enticed but he’s gotten stronger against my seductions over the years.

“I can’t, I have a surgery this afternoon.” He steps back to my disappointment, “Plus I gotta help Marsh with the skills lab for the interns while Hunt is in the ER. And as much as I want to, I can’t stay here because your bored or Grey will reprimand me. Find something to do while I’m working so the time will pass by and you won’t be so bored.”

Suddenly a light bulb goes off in my head on how I can keep myself busy, “Your right.”

He exhales in relief and turns to leave, “Thank god I’ll see you tonight, I love you.”

“Oh no I’m coming with you; you’re taking me to work.” I get off the bed, go to our closet and put a black coat over my clothes and slip into my black crocs. I can see Andrew turning to face me again with an annoyed look.

“That is not happening babe.” He tells me bluntly but I don’t listen as I grab my purse, “Okay you and the baby need to listen to me. I am not taking you two to a hospital with the germs and blood and diseases it’s not happening I’m putting my foot down.”

I widen my eyes at that and he emphasizes by crossing his arms against his chest, “I’m just gonna watch from the gallery and catch up with my friends and see if Schmitt is still alive. It’s not like I’m getting a scalpel come on man.”

Andrew stands his ground, “Nope still not happening, if you want new books order on Amazon and get express, I don’t care about the price as long as it keeps you in bed and following doctor’s orders.”

“I’m a doctor, you’re a doctor, our siblings are doctors and all of our friends are doctors. I’m pretty sure we both know what’s safe and not safe for me and the baby too.” I remind him, “A hospital is the best place for me to kill time because if I go into labor, I just have to walk five steps to a bed in OB. Please take me with you, think of it like take your daughter to work day.”

He looks at my belly and back up at me, “I think we’re a little early for that.”

“Take me with you.” I sternly command.

“No.” Andrew says with finality causing me to narrow my eyes at him as he keeps a composed face. I mimic his stance crossing my arms across my chest and glaring at him to assert dominance. Even in my condition I stand as his equal and he knows it, he knows I won’t go down without a fight so he has to do the same. We stand there silently for a few moments, me in my pajamas and him in his scrubs, waiting for one of us to budge.

Next Part Here

[novaursa]

Now Accepting Requests

I will be taking your request until the rest of this month (25.08.-31.08) for specific scenarios you want me to write for, that don't have to be related with anything current I'm working on. That means you can ask me to write a one-shot scenario for any character from House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood or Game of Thrones/ASOIAF shows/books.

Be descriptive with the request as much as you want, it will give me more info to work with. Also, point out to me in which way you want me to go. Will it be female!reader/character or male!reader/character. My ratings are: mild 13+ (no adult content or mention of it), mature 16+ (no adult content, but there are adult themes), explicit 18+ (adult content and all flags are up). Please, tell me which of these rating options you wish your request is written in. I'm not bothered to write about blood, gore, violence or incest.

If I happen to have some similar scenario you have requested, it will be posted quicker, others will take me longer until they are done. But they will be posted.

[hunterxreaderoneshots]

Starving - Hunter  Shy! Fem! Human! Reader

T/w: Mildly suggestive?? Idunno they kinda french kiss… for a bit... They cuddle on a bed. He leaves love bites. I’m sorry

Request By: WinterBlue_Angel22

Prompt:  Hi! ✨️ Can I request a fluffy long oneshot with prompts: "Um, H-hunter, d-do you w-want to m-makeout with m-me?", "W-what? A-are y-you s-sure, Y/n?", [French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.], [Tucking his hands beneath his shy!female!human!reader's shirt, just to watch she breaks the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of his warm hands on her skin.] and "W-wow, that is so a-amazing, H-hunter." about Hunter and his shy!female!human!reader are having our first makeout session together on bed in guest room at Luz's house on Human Realm when everyone was gone for movie night? What kind of reaction Hunter has when she shyly asked him to want our first makeout session with her? 🤭 I bet he will be shy blushing mess to it, haha. 😂 Hint#1: suggestive moments ⚠️: french kisses and hickey. Hint#2: She gets makeout idea from Luz and Amity. 🤣 At end, Hunter angrily chases to catch Luz and Amity around Luz's house for corrupting his shy human girlfriend's innocence. 🤣 I really live for flustered Hunter! 💗 Please??

Hunter and his girlfriend had stayed home at Camila’s while everyone else had gone out to watch a movie. Hunter, however, preferred to stay home to watch a movie. This way he wouldn’t be bothering anyone with his reactions of sudden excitement, fear, or random theories and predictions. (Y/N) didn’t mind any of this though; she loved hearing him.

The two decided to watch a movie together on the couch instead. They picked one out called the Megamind. The couple cuddled together on the couch as the movie played on.

Hunter and his friends had been in the Human Realm for several months. He enjoyed it there. At first, he was scared about what would happen next. Everything had happened to suddenly. He was horrified of the thought that his friend would find out if he was a Grimwalker. Things had gotten better, however, when he met (Y/N). He found her on one of the group’s outings to discover more about the human realm.

He looked down at her curled up form and pulled her closer. He remembered how time stopped when he saw her at the park. And then he saw her again at a store, then almost a dozen times everywhere, and then at the park again where Luz finally convinced him to talk to her; that was when it all started. Hunter had always been slightly awkward around others, especially since he never interacted with witches his age until he met Luz and her friends. Now, he had a human girlfriend! He never thought much about it, but sometimes he wondered what would happen once they found a way back into the Demon Realm.

After being about halfway through the movie, he noticed (Y/N) was getting a bit cuddlier. Hunter smiled to himself and he pulled her closer. After a few moments, (Y/N) broke the silence, “Um, H-hunter?” He turned to look down at her again. Her face had gained a deep blush and he smiled, “Yeah?” he asked sweetly. She hid her face in his arm. “D-do you w-want to m-make out with m-me?” she stammered shyly. Hunter blushed madly, “W-what?!” He squeaked, feeling the red burning in his ears. He had never kissed (Y/N) before. He already found that cuddling was a big jump- he hadn’t ever thought that she’d ask to make out!

Hunter’s face was a deep crimson, and he shuffled around shyly on the couch; she wanted to kiss him! He turned away nervously, feeling his heart race: he could hear it throbbing in his ears. He exhaled shyly and danced his fingers over his leg.

He finally stirred up the courage to speak again and looked at her, “A-are y-you s-sure, (Y/N)?” He asked shyly. He felt a knot in his throat: he had never had an intimate relationship with anyone. What was he going to do?

“Mhm,” she hummed. Hunter felt his heart skip a few dozen beats. His ears bent backwards and he bit his lip, Oh my Titan, what do I do?!

“Oh,”  He murmured gently, feeling her nuzzle his arm. His mind was racing and so was his heart. Hunter looked away shyly and shifted around on the couch. He pulled his legs up and curled them around (Y/N). He had no idea where to start.

He shifted again, making (Y/N) sit up while he did so. He locked eyes with her for a split moment, but he hastily looked away again. After another few moments, he curled his hands into fists as if he was ready to face a fight, and let out a breath.

“O-ok!” Hunter said, smiling. He was excited, but more so nervous. He didn’t think he even understood the concept of a romantic relationship yet. “Really?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, jumping up with delight. Hunter nodded shyly, his ears bending back and turning red.

(Y/N) giggled happily and embraced Hunter, pecking his cheek as she did so. Hunter’s eyes widened and he blushed madly, his light skin darkening into a deep red. He wrapped his arms around (Y/N) slowly, nervously, pulling her closer to him.

She pulled away from the peck and smiled at him. Hunter felt his heart melt and his entire body relax. His gaze softened as he stared at (Y/N)’s deep pools of (e/c).

Hunter leaned down and pecked her lips lightly, feeling a sudden wave of nervousness and excitement wash over him. A blush ran ablaze across his face from ear to ear. He pulled back hastily and looked away shyly, and (Y/N) did the same.   

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he squeaked bashfully, “um… I’m- I’m just nervous…” he hugged his arms nervously. 

“It’s OK,” (Y/N) reassured him softly, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Hunter.”

He froze for a moment, feeling his heart sink as he realized. No one had ever offered him to not do something. He had always been demanded and expected to do as told. Hunter sighed; he wanted to. He wanted to do so much with (Y/N) but he was too nervous. He was surprised he had even been able to ask her to be his girlfriend.

“No, it’s-” He stammered nervously, “It’s n-not that I don’t want too…” He blushed madly, visible nervousness on his face. “I…” Hunter hesitated, then sighed, “I just… I don’t know how!” He finally confessed, locking eyes with her. His eyes were sad and full of worry. His ears had bent back in shame.

“Oh, Hunter,” (Y/N) soothed gently and placed her hand over his. “Don’t worry,” she said gently. “I… I-I can… show you…” She offered, blushing deeply. Hunter looked away for a moment, but looked back and nodded shyly. He almost looked like a sad puppy!

She smiled at him, “OK…” She exhaled, “Ready?” He smiled and nodded sheepishly. “OK, let’s try again.”

She pressed her lips against Hunter’s, closing her eyes. Hunter flinched slightly, and his pointed ears bent back again. He froze, feeling the warmth of (Y/N)’s lips against his. Slowly, he closed his eyes and melted into the kiss.

(Y/N) pulled away smiling at him; the two were a blushing mess. They began pecking each other randomly, shyly kissing each other’s faces and lips. Every time Hunter pecked (Y/N), she blushed a bit more, feeling a thousand butterflies fluttering throughout her body.

Hunter then sat again, and shifted himself towards (Y/N). He sat down, crossing his legs on the couch. Slowly he leaned towards her again and pecked her lightly. Hunter didn’t fully pull away, he stayed close enough to keep kissing her gently.

Finally, Hunter’s hands slowly went up to her, and he cupped each of her cheeks. He pulled her towards him, and he kissed her for a long time

Hunter pressed his lips against hers, almost as if he wanted to taste her. This was everything he never knew he wanted. He had never felt the warmth of someone else, he had never felt loved or wanted. All he had ever been was useful to Belos. Not anymore though; he didn’t care if he was useful anymore. Now he felt loved and he knew what he wanted: Hunter wanted to be with (Y/N).

He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as he did so. Hunter began to feel the starvation take control of him, it was in every bit of his body. He didn’t understand what it was but he knew how to satisfy the intense hunger his heart felt: every time he pulled her closer a bit of the starvation lessened.

Hunter pulled her even closer to him. He kissed her amorously and (Y/N) kissed back. Suddenly, he felt (Y/N)’s hands curling around his wrists. Her gentle fingers wrapped around him and pulled him closer to her. Hunter melted again. His face was hot, his mind was racing, and his heart was both racing and melting.

(Y/N) then pressed her lips against his even more. She tilted her head and deepened the kiss. She wanted to get a taste of Hunter. She then bit his lip lightly and he froze for a moment in surprise. He had… liked it. It was like she wanted him close too.

Although they had kissed for a while, Hunter was still nervous about how to continue. Suddenly, he felt (Y/N) part her lip slightly. The warmth of her tongue surprised him yet also soothed him in way. Her tongue began to trace every bit of his mouth, and he followed. They kissed each other passionately as if desperately trying to remember one another.

The two finally pulled apart and were a blushing mess. Hunter looked over to see the credits playing on the TV screen, then he looked over to the front door. He swung his feet over the couch and stood up. He blushed lightly at the idea but continued anyway.

“C’mon,” He said, picking up (Y/N) bridal-style, “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

(Y/N) blushed madly but giggled, “H-Hunter!” She said smiling. (Y/N) hid her face in his chest as he carried her up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. Hunter laid her next to him on the bed and began pecking her face and kissing her softly again. Between the kisses Hunter would nuzzle her lightly making (Y/N) smile. She wrapped her arms around Hunter and kept him close to her.

Hunter kissed her passionately again and again. He slipped his hands under her shirt, feeling (Y/N)’s back as he did so; her skin was soft and warm. (Y/N) gasped suddenly, breaking the kiss and pulling away.

“H-Hunter!!” She squeaked, pulling her shoulders in slightly as if she was trying to hide. He laughed lightly to himself, looking at (Y/N) and pecking her cheeks. Hunter smiled, he had no idea how wonderful loving and being loved could feel.

Hunter started to cuddle her. He didn’t even know what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to feel close to her. He began to kiss her jawline and slowly make his way down her neck. Hunter nuzzled her lightly, wanting to hide away in her soft skin.

(Y/N) smiled shyly as Hunter went on. She gasped suddenly when she felt a little nip on her neck, and then another, and another…

“H… Hunter…” She stammered softly, “Sweetheart, what are you up to?” Hunter smiled for a moment, but stopped hastily.

“Oh uh…” His ears pulled back suddenly as fear took over his heart. Had he done something wrong? “I-I,” He blushed in shame, “I... I’m s-sorry (Y/N)...” He began to lift himself onto his side. “Did… did you… like that?” He felt his heart race unsteadily. Maybe Belos wasn’t the only one who didn’t want him anymore…

“Mhm,” She hummed gently. She pulled him back in even closer and Hunter felt himself melt. He melted anytime (Y/N) had made him feel wanted.

He smiled, kissing her passionately this time. “Well, I guess I’ll continue then.”

(Y/N) laughed, “Hunter! You’re so sweet!” Hunter smiled at her. He nuzzled her again and continued leaving little love bites all over her neck.

The two cuddled for a while. Suddenly, a thought broke Hunter out of the moment.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N),” he asked, his focus intently on nothing.

“Yeah?” She hummed.

“Ummm…” Hunter frowned slightly in thought, trying to think of a way he could ask. He knew (Y/N) well enough to know she was quite innocent and sweet. “How… uh… why, I guess, did you think of… making out?” He squeaked the last few words.

(Y/N) blushed, her eyes opened and she hid into Hunter. “Um… I accidentally… maybe… walked into Luz and Amity??” She replied nervously.

“Huh.” He said, pulling (Y/N) closer. “Good to know…”

He hid into her chest, “(Y/N)?” he nervously called her name.

She smiled. His voice and been soft and full of nervousness. She knew he needed comfort and spoke gently, “Yes, Dear?” He melted in her arms. Hunter bit his lip for a moment.

“I-I… I love you…” 

She kissed his forehead gently, “I love you, Hunter.” He felt ease in his heart, and a sudden completion of his soul. This was what he had been starved from: (Y/N)’s love.

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After a while of cuddling, the two finally heard everyone coming back. They made their way downstairs and towards the front door to greet them. Hunter, however, had something else in mind. He was quite flustered and ready to face it.

As everyone made their way into the house, Hunter looked for Luz and Amity. Everyone was talking about the movie they had watched and how great it was. Guz and Willow were visibly excited to have experienced a ‘Human Movie’.

Hunter finally spotted them. “LUZ! AMITY!” He called out to them sternly. The two girls froze and stared at him in silence.

“Um…” Luz broke the silence, “What is it?” She stared at him and (Y/N).

“(Y/N) told me she got a little idea from you too…” He glared at them with arms crossed. “She said you two were ‘making out’ in front of her… Care to explain?”  

They both blushed madly, and Luz was the first to speak. “How much did you see?!” (Y/N) blushed again, looking away.

“Um… a… a bit…?” She murmured, unsure of what to say.

Hunter ran at the girls, “YOU TWO CORRUPTED HER!”

“AGH!” The two shouted in unison. Luz grabbed Amity’s hand and dragged her with her. They ran around the couch, into the kitchen, all over the first floor trying to escape Hunter.

“Niños! Calmense, por favor!" Camila begged them to stop and calm down. It was utterly useless. Hunter was determined to get them.

Everyone else laughed at them. (Y/N) watched Hunter and smiled to herself. If he was willing to protect her innocence, he was willing to protect her from any harm. She blushed lightly and laughed. This is gonna be a long night.

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This was surprisingly difficult to get through. It took me a whole week to finish it. Huh. Well, thank you all for reading and thank you WinterBlue_Angel22 (Wattpad) for requesting! It means a lot that my one-shots have caught your attention enough for you to request! Requests remain open but please keep in mind I they may take a while! Thank you again! 

GIF from Tenor 

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P.S No matter how fluffy your prompt is I will always find a way to make Hunter emotionally starved and traumatized <3🤞💖💗❤️ 💞 😍😍

-Deathlight Gato (I’m gonna pass out dammit)

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Who is your favorite. Fearless. Hero.

Who is your favorite. Fearless. He-e-roooo.

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[maki-matsurra]

I was wondering if you could write something where Yakko asks the reader out, but the reader is worried about getting in the way of his special bond with his sibs?

Howdy, Anon! Thanks so much for your request!

AWWWW! This is such a cute idea too! I love this!

Hope you like it! Sorry for the wait! The reader uses they/them pronouns!

Want to send in a request? Start Here!

(Y/N) continued to type away on their computer in the lot's cafeteria, seemingly in the zone with their work and ignoring everyone who walked in, out, or stayed to eat and chat with other workers and actors.

That was until he came in.

"Hellloooo (Y/N)~"

They finally looked up from their screen, a look of confusion on their face until it was replaced with a smile. "Hey, Yakko! You're done early."

"HA! I wish. I'm just on break right now. Have to go back to shoot a scene where I'm in Antarctica with a greedy Polar Bear here in a few minutes. I actually came by to ask you something."

Having his full attention, (Y/N) closed their laptop and pushed it aside, leaning on their forearms with a smile. "Alrighty. Shoot."

"You know how we've been going out for lunch for a long time?"

"Yeah, of course!" They replied with a wide smile, making Yakko nod, blush slowly creeping on his cheeks. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on another one... As a date... And at night."

(Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes widened in shock, blush creeping on their own face as a smile grew. They quickly nodded, but soon stopped as something came to their mind...

Yakko was very close with his little siblings. He practically raised them and took care of them. Their bond was close, so they felt like if they started seeing Yakko like that...

Their smile soon fell as they sunk into their seat, causing the toon to look at them, concerned. "Wha... What's wrong?"

They hesitated a bit, trying to find the right words. "I... I would love to go out with you, Yakko... But..."

"But...?"

They soon sighed and gestured to the toon. "You have a really good thing going with your sibs. You're close to them... Family. But if I started seeing you and messing with that..."

Yakko watched them with concerned eyes as they let out a sigh. "I just don't want to ruin that for them... For you."

The toon quickly took hold of their hands and swiped a comforting thumb over their knuckles, causing them to look up into the toon's eyes, a soft smile on his face. "Hey... You know my sibs absolutely love you, right? You treat them well... They already think of you as an older sibling."

"They... They do?"

"Yeah! So don't worry about them... They'll be a-okay with it... You have my word."

They soon bit their lip, seeming like they were still on the fence about their decision, but as soon as they looked back up at Yakko's face, and saw his puppy dog eyes, caused their heart to melt and a soft chuckle to escape from their lips.

"My house at 8?"

"I'll be there at 7~"

[kcthescreamqueen]

"You won't get many Randy Meeks requests."

Bullshit!! I've gotten three so far, two I'm debating on how to go by since they aren't really descriptive but I'mma get those bitches done!!

[puhmpken]

welp i posted for the month for my writing </3 see yall again in march lmao

but for the meantime if you have any suggestions or ideas for a x reader book feel free to lmk ! requests are open :D and i would love to write your epiphanies lol 

[ne0nlightzz]

last night at like 2smt-am i got a random burst of motivation and finally started working on requests so i started writing a tmnt fic / oneshot!butt what little bit that i have written of that oneshot can apply to two different requests i currently have and i dunno which one to go with-

hh heres the two options of what I can end up writing this story as (I'll still ofc write both reqs but I dunno which to write first)

Option One: A (2k12!)Jonatello comfort and angsty (maybe fluffy?) oneshot

Option Two: 2k12!Raph x Masc/Male/Ftm!Reader (or maybe I can write it as a GN!Reader?) comfort sorta angsty or maybe smt else but I'm not sure yet fic (This was more if a vague idea from a old wp mutual lol-)

Idk which one to write but I need to figure this out and write it before my little bit of motivation disappears again lol-

[reixtsu]

❀❀ Irasshaimase! いらっしゃいませ ➜

❀❀ Requests are currently: OPEN ❀❀

Moshi moshi! My name is Reixtsu, Rei, or Tsu! Pleased to be of your assistance!

I shall be your waitress for today! Please check the menu and restrictions before ordering!

// Menu //

Bungo Stray Dogs (Excluding child characters unless strictly platonic, and Ougai Mori)

Genshin Impact (Excluding child characters unless strictly platonic, this includes Nahida).

MILGRAM

Jujutsu Kaisen (both the current anime timeline and current manga timeline)

Chainsaw Man (Excluding Part 2)

Assassination Classroom

Utaite (Excluding Utaite ships)

The Case Study Of Vanitas (Excluding child characters unless strictly platonic)

Dangerous Fellows (Otome game)

Court of Darkness (Otome game)

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// ASKS //

Requests like: “Can you do a Chuuya x a reader who loves wine?” or “Headcannons of sigma x gn! reader platonic where reader gets daily nightmares?” are lovely. Simply request a character (or more for poly like soukoku), the gender of reader (ex gender neutral, female, male), and some kind of specification (ex. “Can you do a Gojo x fem! Reader who loves cuddles?”)

I allow:

SFW

NSFW

FLUFF

SMUT

LEMON

LIME

ANGUST

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// Restrictions//

We will not serve the following things here. My apologies, please request from another if your would like any of the following.

RAPE/NONCON

ABUSE (includes violent kinks like gun play, knife play, etc.)

AGE DIFFERENCE

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[obviousflirtations]

I’m opening up requests! I’m in a bit of a writing slump and this usually helps me!

I wrote for various fandoms:

- Teen Wolf

- Vampire Diaries

- Victorious

- Voltron

If you want it as a song imagine/one shot let me know! If you have a specific song for it send it too!

[untitled5071]

Could you possibly do a piece where Creature refuses to burn her and they find an alternate way to escape?

So I don't have a forensics degree or any real knowledge about this kind of stuff, but I hope this is serviceable (and thanks to @ceasarslegion for the extensive knowledge). Enjoy!

(EDIT: My stupid ass forgot that wisdom teeth removal was a thing and Lisa would definitely be the kind to keep hers so I hope you don't mind a little post-publishing edit, but I've decided to change the method of DNA she left behind, otherwise I would be really mad at myself. I hope that's okay with you guys, enjoy the new version!)

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“I told you, I don't think there's any other way. They're going to find us soon, we don't have much time.”

Lisa wasn't even sure her new husband could hear her with how vehemently he was shaking his head, his still sweat-damp locks flapping around his face as he refused as passionately as he could. They were standing in her bedroom, where she had just finished telling him her plan of going out with a bang–or rather, a spark–by killing herself via the faulty tanning bed in the shed so she could escape the consequences of the three murders her and her creature had committed over the past few days.

Though she was mostly content in the plan, he was very much against it, as evidenced by the continued nonverbal refusal. She reached out to stop him by cupping his cheek in her hand, and he immediately softened with a quiet whimper, obviously still reeling over the fact that she was willing to touch him so freely and tenderly now.

She gazed into his eyes, and she had to fight the urge to cry when she once again realized just how deeply this strange corpse man cared about her.

“You don't want me to do it, do you?”

Her voice cracked around the question, and he shook his head again, gentle against her palm. To illustrate, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his face, squeezing it in both of his and kissing it before placing it over his slowly beating heart.

He still couldn't speak, but his meaning was still very clear.

No, I don't. Losing you would break me, there has to be another way. Don't make me go through this second life without you.

She sighed, a tear rolling down her cheek before she could try to hide it, but her husband (God, what was so strange to think about, she had a husband now, and one that she may very well have to give up soon) removed one of his hands from hers and used it to cup her cheek this time, wiping the tear away with his thumb, his eyes swimming with unshed tears of his own.

“Oh, I don't want to lose you, either. I only just got you, I don't want to let you go yet, but I don't know how else we're going to avoid this. They'll need to find a body or they'll never leave us alo-”

Her rambling cut off suddenly, her brow furrowing in thought.

“Wait…”

Her creature grunted questioningly, and she lifted her eyes to him, the gleam in them making him lean closer.

“I have an idea.”

Before he could inquire further, Lisa was tugging him along by his hand (as was their custom) and leading him to a closet in the hallway. She flung open the door to reveal an eclectic bunch of items that he didn't have names for, but Lisa was clearly gunning for something specific. She bent down and pulled away a cloth dust cover from a strangely lumpy object, which was revealed to be some sort of full-body mannequin, clearly meant to be used for tailoring or displays. Lisa hefted the plastic body up from under its armpits and hauled it towards her bedroom, all while her Creature looked on incredulously. She caught his eyes and huffed, continuing her mission.

“What? I got this from work; Wayne got it to display some of the new outfits on and decided it was too creepy to keep, so he let me have it to design dresses with. I had to keep it covered in the closet because it nearly gave Janet a heart attack l, so I had to put a cloth over it. I haven't used it for a while, but now…”

She had succeeded in bringing it into her room, and she propped it up against the end table at the base of her bed and leaned against it, smiling.

“Say hello to the soon-to-be-dead Lisa Swallows.”

Her husband tilted his head, confused for a moment before his eyes widened, understanding dawning on his mostly-human features. Lisa nodded along with him, voicing the plan she knew he understood.

“Yep. We're going to fake my death.”

The creature's eyes widened, and Lisa left the mannequin at the end of her bed while she ran to her closet, rifling through for some clothes as she explained the rest of her thought process.

“The way I see it, what we really need is time. If we dress this thing up to look at least a little bit like me, then we can put it in the tanning bed and let the faulty wiring do its thing, and while everyone is scrambling to take care of that, we'll take the next train out of here and get across as many state lines as we can before they realize the charred ‘body’ isn't me, if they ever do at all. We don't have to grab a corpse and the police will be all over Bachelor’s by now anyway, so this seems like the best option.”

She emerged with a black blouse and matching maxi skirt, which she made short work of dressing the mannequin in. Her husband helped as best he could, holding the plastic dummy down so Lisa could shimmy the clothing onto its unyielding body, and once she was done they took a simultaneous step back to examine their work. It obviously wasn't a perfect match, but it was serviceable for its intended purpose, they supposed.

Lisa placed her hands on her hips and took a deep breath, centering herself for a moment before she was taking her husband’s hand again, pulling them both towards the closet.

“C'mon, we've got to get changed. As comfortable as I am right now I don't want to flee the police in a nightgown.”

The creature hummed in agreement, and after Lisa had quickly selected a new outfit for herself, he had snuck away to her father's closet to find some alternative options for himself.

By the time he returned, dressed in another button down shirt, work pants and suspenders, Lisa had gotten changed into a pale pink blouse and a pair of black jeans, and was hurrying back and forth from the closet with different bundles of clothes in her arms as she filled a large backpack that was sitting next to the mannequin.

When she noticed him standing there and watching her with a raised eyebrow, she stopped just long enough to shrug.

“We're going to need a ‘go bag’, I don't know how long we'll be on the lam before we feel comfortable enough to stop at a thrift store.”

Her husband conceded with a nod, and the new bride occupied herself with adding a few toiletries, a large wad of cash from a nondescript envelope in her dresser, clearly sentimental accessories (such as two gold rings and a locket) and the picture of her mother before she walked over to her dresser to retrieve the last thing she needed; a small purple velvet pouch that clattered strangely when she placed it in her pocket.

In the time it took him to blink questioningly at her, she had handed him the mannequin and threw the backpack over her shoulders, taking his hand before leading them to the door. She took one last lingering look at her bedroom before she shut the door for the last time and led them both out to the shed.

Once inside, they stood facing the method of her ‘demise’; the tanning bed lay open for them like a gaping neon maw, and Lisa instructed her undead husband to lay the mannequin in it like a person, which he did. Once the false Lisa was secured, the real one reached into her pocket and pulled out the purple velvet pouch, and as her husband watched she untied the drawstrings and extracted the contents: four teeth, flecks of dried blood around the base of each.

Her husband made a slightly panicked inquiring sound, and she smiled knowingly up at him.

“I had to get my wisdom teeth removed a few years ago, the dentist said the little bastards would wreck the years of braces hell I endured in middle school, and I wasn't about to risk that. They let me keep them afterwards, and I was going to make them into earrings or something, but this seems more important. I'm going to need to leave some DNA behind if they're ever going to think it's me in there.”

The creature was given no opportunity to wonder what DNA was before Lisa was arranging the teeth around the approximate mouth of the mannequin, presumably so that they would be in approximately the correct place when the mannequin burned. All of this was completely baffling to her companion, but if it would help buy them time to escape then he was willing to go along with whatever she asked.

Once she was finished, she stepped back to examine her work. Once she was satisfied that she had left enough of herself behind, she closed the lid of the tanning bed and went to join her husband closer to the entrance of the shed, the two of them looking at the makeshift coffin with the “Kiss of Life” sticker. She took his hand, bringing it up to her lips and kissing it before she nodded to the contraption.

“Would you do the honors? Seems only fitting.”

He nodded, and he moved forward to the dial on the lid of the bed, Lisa calling from behind him.

“Make sure you set it to ‘Max Bronze'.”

Her husband nodded, doing as she asked before stepping back to join her a safe distance away from the now-sparking tanning bed.

As they watched, the sparks caught and turned into flames, ones that quickly started enveloping the shed around them. They slipped out as the sound of sirens started to approach in the distance, and Lisa had just enough time to bid one last silent goodbye to the life she knew before they were gone, fleeing hand-in-hand into the night together as newlyweds and onto a new life together.

[she-karev]

Greys anatomy request- so 20x04 got me hooked on there little family banter of Lucas and Amelia and also showed perfect chance for whump of sick because Lucas look so tired sickly( Anyway sorry rambling) can you do one please where Lucas gets sick with flu or something and he tries push himself to go be interesting work but Amelia stops him and takes care of him please (maybe with little push from Scout cuteness and Link who I think would make great like big brother to Lucas that he needs)

The One Where Lucas Adams is Sick

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Here’s another one shot request I hope this satisfies you Shepherd and whump fans out there.

Canon Episode: Grey’s Anatomy in between Season 20 episode 3 and 4

Summary: Lucas Adams is sick with the flu but tries to work until Amelia, Link and Amber tell him to rest.

Words: 2422

Lucas Adams takes a deep breath outside the elevator doors trying to regain his energy. He woke up this morning feeling like he crawled out of a carnival port a potty. His head feels stuffed with cotton, his nose is clogged and even moving his arm feels like he’s lifting a ton. He knew this was the beginning stages of the flu symptoms and he knows this because his chief resident Amber DeLuca gave a big speech about working during flu season including how doctors have an unspoken rule that when the surgeon stays home a patient suffers as well as the doctors who have to cover for them so with all your might you push through.

He decided to do exactly that and push through the illness that came at the worst possible time. His personal and professional life is a mess right now and he has to crash with his aunt Amelia and cousin Scout. It was difficult at first but eventually they found their rhythm. Now he just has to survive intern year after botching it up so bad. He sniffles when the elevator doors open revealing Amber DeLuca and Amelia Shepherd inside talking as they hold their babies. He quickly goes inside standing a respectable distance from Amber who is holding her 1-year-old daughter Lucy who is in a Winnie the Pooh shortall set with her short dark brown hair in pigtails. Amelia is holding his 3-year-old cousin Scout who is sporting a yellow hoodie and jeans.

“Adams.” He grunts back at his chief resident who looks him over, “You look like hell.”

He chuckles lightly at that blunt comment, “Yeah well, I just got back. It’s the flu but don’t worry I’m pushing through it Dr. DeLuca.” He stops and sneezes into his elbow causing Amber to groan in disgust covering her baby away from his direction, “Sorry.”

Amelia looks at him concerned, “Maybe you should go home and rest. I’m sure we can survive without you here there are plenty of interns.”

Amber shakes her head at that, “Over a third of them called in sick this week.” Amelia glares at Amber for encouraging Lucas to stay here, “What? It’s not my fault.”

Lucas clears his throat, “I’ll be fine I’m pushing through it.”

“Well, I put you on the pit today so you should be in your element in the flu warzone.”

Adams groans at that and tries to change it, “Dr. DeLuca if you wouldn’t mind putting me on your service in peds I could really use the hours up there.”

Amber chuckles at that, “If you think I’m gonna let you anywhere around my young and vulnerable patients maybe you should go home because the flu is making you foggy in the head. The pit is where you’re going and if you have a problem with how it interferes with your little checklist you got because you screwed the pooch take it to someone who cares.”

“This is exactly why we call you The Kraken.” Amber glares at Adams comment with her baby in arms that doesn’t diminish her wrath. Amelia purses her lips at this awkward moment and Lucas looks terrified, “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” Amelia tells him.

“Adams, I know you and your class call me The Kraken because I remind you of the mythical creature that destroys ships and drowns sailors. I take no insults in that because kind words for bosses show weakness in their work structure do I come off as weak to you Adams?”

He clears his throat, “No ma’am your as strong as a diamond.” Amelia narrows her eyes at him confused, “I-It’s the hardest rock in the world and even though it gives off a shiny and pretty appearance it can crush your skull with a hard enough whack to the head. Y-You give off that vibe Dr. DeLuca.”

“…Your safe.” Adams exhales relieved, “But your still in the pit and if you feel any worse do your patients a favor and go home.”

“I agree with her, Scout what about you? Do you agree with the mean chief resident about your cousin?” Scout nods at that in an adorable way causing Amelia and Amber to aww at that while Lucas rolls his eyes before sneezing again. The elevator doors open to their relief and they exit with Adams a little worse for wear as he walks to the lockers with Amelia looking on in worry.

4 Hours Later

After countless sutures and prescriptions for antibiotics Adams leans forward against the station on his elbows to close his eyes for a quick moment. He feels like crawling into one of the empty beds in the pit and sleeping for a week but he knows he can’t do that. He was a teenager when his uncle Derek died but the one piece of advice from him he committed to memory was the unspoken rule that surgeons push through. It’s ironic a rule that is supposed to be unspoken has been spoken all over this hospital.

He stands up straight and walks over to his next patient but fumbles on the way causing Link to catch him before he falls to the ground.

“Whoa Adams are you okay?” Link asks as he helps him up, “Did you catch the flu bug too?”

Lucas groans and answers in a nasally voice, “Unfortunately. I’ll be fine though don’t worry you’re not gonna lose another intern.”

“I’m actually more concerned about you dropping dead when you should be resting.” Adams rolls his eyes at Link who chuckles, “Hey I get it man intern year is a beast and with everything that’s going on in your class I get the need to keep going. At least make it until you feel like vomiting because God knows our patients don’t want to be in the crossfire.”

Yasuda walks up to Link wearing a mask, “Dr. Lincoln I already discharged four of the patients with antibiotics and I popped your sprained ankle in bed 7 is there anything else I can do?”

“Just keep doing what your doing Yasuda coordinate with Adams so we can discharge patients faster and leave the pit open for emergencies.” Yasuda rolls her eyes at that command clearly still peeved at Adams for what happened with Bailey’s patient. She turns around scoffing with Link catching whiff and turns to Adams, “What was that about?”

“I kind of snaked a procedure from her after I left her with a patient so I could fill in my hours.” Link raises an eyebrow at that accusingly causing Adams to be defensive, “The patient was coding I was in the room there wasn’t enough time to explain to Dr. Bailey about Yasuda diagnosing the patient I had to act first or the patient would be dead.”

“And after you saved the patient did you explain to Dr. Bailey about how Yasuda did the grunt work while you were off on your procedure hunt?” Adams is silent for a moment confirming his answer, “That’s what I thought. Lucas, I know I’m not technically your uncle since your aunt and I aren’t together anymore but I feel the need to give you tough love like one. If you want to get back in the O.R. then do it the honest way otherwise you’re never gonna be the surgeon you want to be. Besides the way you’re going you really don’t want to piss off your friends right now.”

Lucas sighs, “Do you think this is why Amber DeLuca hates me?”

“She hates anybody she perceives as a spoiled brat who didn’t work as hard as she did. And you screwing up a lot in the beginning doesn’t help your case.”

Lucas shakes head at his misfortune, “So basically I’m screwed.”

“Your only screwed if you let yourself get screwed. And the way to do that is to keep pushing through and doing your job until you feel like passing out.”

“Okay.” Lucas walks a few feet away from Link until he stumbles a little as his stomach takes an even worse turn. He catches himself on the bed that feels so good against his hands. He crawls up to the bed and lies on his side in a fetal position holding his stomach and groaning in agony. He closes his eyes for a minute until the sweet sensation of slumber takes him. While he is sleeping Link watches from a distance in amusement as well as Amber who sighs.

“He lasted longer than I thought he would.”

Link nods, “Yasuda set up a patient room for him with an iv of LR and 4 milligrams of Zofran.”

Mika snaps her gloves off frustrated, “Do you want me to give him the deluxe treatment package as well?”

Amber glares at Yasuda, “Yasuda.” Mika walks away after that stern tone of voice.

ONE HOUR LATER

Lucas slowly opens his eyes that feel like their glued shut. His sight slowly returns to normal making him see that instead of the pit he’s in a patient room but the view tells him he’s in the bed. He sits up groaning at the muscle aches and feels a small hand touch his shoulder.

“Try not to overexert yourself.” He turns his head to find Amelia by his side. He sighs at his continued misfortune but slumps back into bed, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got run over by an 18-wheeler.”

“Yeah, the flu will do that to you.” He looks to his right and is surprised to see Amber DeLuca here as well checking on his monitor and IV, “You were dehydrated so Link and I had Yasuda set up an IV for you.”

Lucas tries to sit up, “Great I can get back to the pit while carrying this IV around.”

“Stay!” Amelia’s stern voice startles him but he does what she says, “Now Lucas, you toughed it out for four hours but at some point, you reach your limit. I did when I got sick intern year and I’m sure your chief resident has too.”

Lucas scoffs at that thinking she is just trying to soften the blow, “Yeah? Did you crawl into a bed at the pit and get in a fetal position?”

“I threw up on my mentor’s new shoes that he bragged about and spent that night facedown in the toilet in shame and pain.” Lucas looks surprised by his aunt’s story causing her to grin, “It felt like when I was in withdrawal only more humiliating.”

“That is bad.” He turns to Amber, “What about you? Did you get sick intern year?”

“Karev’s don’t get sick.” Amelia chuckles at Amber’s tough attitude, “It’s a prideful trait of ours, what we lack in sunny dispositions we make up for in strong immune systems. But that doesn’t mean you should work today after you passed out, you hung tough Adams take pride in that while you rehydrate and eat awful chicken soup from a can. Yasuda will be back to check on you later.” The mention of Yasuda brings him back to the subject he and Link talked about. Amber is by the door when his conscience catches up to him.

“Dr. DeLuca?” Amber turns back to Lucas who clears his throat before starting, “Last week before me and Dr. Bailey operated on Dorian Cardenas…it was Yasuda who made the abdominal compartment syndrome diagnosis not me.” Amber looks at him in surprise as well as Amelia, “I was busy trying to get more hours for my procedure logs and Yasuda was by his bedside all day. She was getting a cutdown tray while I was in the room when Dr. Bailey came in and told me to assist her in the ex-lap. I didn’t have time to explain while our patient was coding but I have time now to tell you and make sure she gets credit where credit is due. I’m sorry.”

Amber looks disappointed at first but it diminishes a second later, “When your attending gives you an assignment to monitor a patient you monitor him. Your lucky as hell that Yasuda was there or you would have left him alone for a treasure hunt and you’d be under a mountain of litigations. Again.” Lucas nods taking the scorn with Amelia standing by also disappointed in him, “Now if you weren’t sick, I would give you such a painful ass kicking that your grandkids would feel it. What I can do is tell you to do better. Your already at rock bottom Adams you have nowhere to go but up.” He sighs at that, “Now thank you for telling me and I will be sure to tell Bailey about this. As well as taking back the credit you got from that ex lap and giving it to Yasuda instead.” He groans at that step back, “It was your choice to tell me.”

“I didn’t want to rick Yasuda poisoning my IV.” Amber nods at that, “Plus I can’t afford to have all of my peers hate me.”

“They already hate you.” Lucas chuckles lightly at that, “Nowhere to go but up Adams and I respect a guy who admitted his dumbass mistake and ask for forgiveness than a soulless jackass who sharked a friend.”

Lucas raises an eyebrow at that statement and turns to Amelia, “Did she give me a compliment? It’s really hard to tell with her.”

Amelia shrugs, “I honestly can’t tell with her either.”

“I’m not the warm and fuzzy type, blame it on my brothers.” Amber exits the room leaving Adams stumped on his enigmatic chief resident.

“Was your chief resident that…complex?” Amelia chuckles at that question.

“No but then again I didn’t have a hot woman in charge who could rip my head off with her bare hands.” Amelia looks at the clock and realizes she’s off work, “Do you want me to pick you up some soup from that Chinese restaurant you like so much? It’s better than that canned crap.”

Lucas sighs and wants to tell his aunt he’s not a child but his hunger calls to him and the soup is the best in all of Seattle, “Can you add some fried dumplings too?”

“I was gonna get that for myself but I guess I can share. I’ll be right back.” Amelia covers his upper torso with a blanket and squeezes his shoulder in comfort before leaving him to get him that chicken soup he so clearly wants and needs.

[cowgirlcherrie]

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** it can even be something as simple as a song or lyrics

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smut

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male!reader

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Hello could you maybe write a little something where Matty and the reader are in a very early stage of relationship and one of his ex (imaginary one I belive nothing like that would happen in real life) is jealous of her bc she still loves Matty and publicly shames her and makes fun of her and it gets a lot of attention, and Matty is realy protective with her but also online, I Hope it doesn't sound weird I just am in a desperate need for Matty being caring ect 😩🖤

Sure! I’ll do it as soon as I’m back to doing request! 💗