#his wheezy asthmatic ass laugh

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❝DREAMWASTAKEN W/ AN ASTHMATIC SIBLING🫁❞

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌- 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 </3, 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍.

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾- 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

𝖺/𝗇- 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍; 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗁𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗈!...𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍!

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dream is very protective you, never lets you leave the house without a inhaler.

makes sures to put two extras in his car incase you need it on the road.

has a list of your prescriptions with the dates on it so every so often he'll make sure to order you more.

if you ever do forget it he will be pissed. will give you a 30 minute lecture on how irresponsible you are being.

"I always tell you to pack more! how could you be so stupid?" he shouts, opening his bag and handing you the uncap inhaler. he eyes you worriedly as you shake the medicine inside the metal compartment, pressing the plastic to your lips.

you wheeze out in response, adrenaline on high. your hands shake as you breathe in the medicine, a mixture of anxiety and loss of oxygen. you remove the device from your mouth, eyes watering as you wipe the string of saliva away.

"I thought I packed it," you rasp out, slowly sliding to the floor to gather your bearings. dreams shadow looms over you, putting a protective arm onto the wall behind you. "it must've fell out when I ran out the house."

dream sighs and shakes his head, pushing the device back towards you when you tried to hand it back to him, "you have to be more careful- keep it - you could've died."

a breathy laugh escapes your lips, holding out your hand so dream can help you up. he brings you to his chest and rubs your back. "the chances of dying from it is so low dude."

"it's like 41 percent! that's so high!"

consistent worrying.

he likes the fact that when you laugh you wheeze just like him, people love to point that out.

if you ever start streaming he always suggests that your brand should be a inhaler. that gets shot down right away.

I can just imagine that if you're ever on his stream, you get close to the mic just to start wheezing and dream is yelling at you across the room to stop.

makes you write down every-time you have an asthma attack and what causes it so he can keep you away from it.

has you on his insurance plan so he can always make sure you're getting the stuff you need.

okay I don't know why that's important but it had to be said LMAO.

has a room specifically for your medicine, there's like inhalers and pills all over the floor.

likes to make fun of you for it, this prompts you to call your parents and have yalls' mom yell at him.

always tells you that if you have a asthma attack and he's not around, call him, or text where you're at so he can get you help.

but now that sapnap stays with you guys and you do have an attack, you'll stumble into his room, clutching your throat, and you wouldn't even have to tell him what's going on because he just knows.

dream makes sapnap carry two inhalers on him and three in his car.

you think dream is over protective? you should see the rest of the smp.

if you tried explaining what asthma was to george he wouldn't understand, but it's okay. all he knows is that it’s life threatening (to a certain extent).

assures you that he has enough money to get the stuff you need if you ever worried that he's spending to much because he does have enough.

people love to make fanart of you as a yellow inhaler. just a bright ass yellow inhaler with googly eyes.

fans send stickers in the mail for your inhaler. At one point in time they sent so many that you had to beg Dream to make a unboxing video on them for YouTube.

you completely despise the line “it’s not easy being wheezy”.

dream dressed up as a inhaler for Halloween and just walked into your bathroom as you were brushing your teeth with his arms out and a big ass smile on his face.

you were not amused.

if someone ever made fun of your condition while on stream with dream he’d politely ask you to leave the room and once he hears the door close he will go OFF.

when you’re at the doctors office and have to take the breathalyzer test dream would do it with you except it’s not connected to the computer.

afterwards he’ll probably take you to go get ice-cream or something fun.

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Breathless

Dan x Asthmatic!Reader

A/N: This is a request sent by an anon who thought that it was weird but honestly, this was weirdly fun to write. I’m asthmatic myself and I remember it clear as day when I had such a serious attack I was in the hospital for a day and a bit. Not sure if that is normal but hey, fun fact for you. Enjoy :)

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“I booked a table at that pizza place we like for tomorrow night” Dan announced, rubbing your shoulders as you were editing one of their videos. 

“What’s the occasion?” 

“Phil’s parents are coming down and he asked me to pick a nice place to take them” 

“Oh, we’re invited too?” 

“Yeah, they love you” he smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, “I love you too” 

“Why? Because I’m your girlfriend or because I do all your editing for you?” You smirked, twirling the chair around to look at him.

“Editing” he leant down to kiss you properly, pulling away quickly when he remembered something, “Speaking of which, we’re just going to film a gaming video…”

“I’m already piled up!” You cried, pointing at the computer screen in frustration, “3 gaming videos, Phil has asked me to edit one of his and your bloody video!” 

“This is the last one for a while, sweetheart” he promised, “We’re going on a hiatus” 

“Not sure how the fans will take that” you mumbled, pulling the headphones back on your ears.

“They’ll probably want to kill us” he laughed, kissing your cheek before letting you carry on with the rest of the edit, stopping at the doorway when he heard you cough, “You ok?” 

“Yeah, fine. Why?” 

“You sound wheezy” 

“I’m fine” 

Dan sighed in defeat, “Stubborn ass”

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“Y/N? Y/N!” Dan shook you rapidly, your eyes opening quickly, “Y/N, take this” 

Your eyes adjusted and you recognised the inhaler in front of you, realising that your chest was tight and your wheezing harsher.

“Y/N, come on, love” 

You fumbled around with the inhaler, taking two puffs from the steroid and trying to even your ragged breathing.

“Want to try standing up?” Dan asked, rubbing your back gently as you threw your head downwards and clutched your chest, trying to find a comfortable position before the drugs kicked in.

“It should have kicked in by now” you struggled, “Why hasn’t it kicked in?” 

“It’s quite serious, you’ll probably find it’s just taking a little bit longer” 

“Not quite sure that’s how…how it works” you wheezed, swinging your legs over the bed to sit up, hanging your head low between your legs. 

“Want me to get you some water? Or…or find a stronger inhaler?” 

“That’s the strongest one I have” you groaned, finding the pain in your chest becoming increasingly worse, “I could do with some water, though” 

“I’ll be back in a second, ok?” He said with concern in his voice before rushing out the door, not caring he was just in his pyjama trousers.

He was out of the room for less than a minute, but it felt like forever. Your chest was becoming tighter and tighter and you began to feel light headed as you struggled to breathe.

“That’s it, I’m taking you to A&E” he demanded, putting the water bottle on the nightstand and grabbing his hoodie from the ass chair, “Don’t fall asleep on me, babe” 

“I’m trying” you wheezed, taking his hand and trying desperately to get onto your feet.

“I know, I know…here, put this on” he gently ordered, passing you one of his hoodies and helping you out the bedroom.

“Is everything ok?” A voice came out from beside the two of you, a small light shining onto the hallway.

“Asthma attack. I’m taking her to the hospital”

“Oh my-can I do anything?” 

“No, no it’s ok. I’ll text you and update you” 

“Course. Course, ok” he nodded, rushing to the front door to help the two of you get coats and shoes on.

You wheezed desperately, smiling weakly, “Thank you” 

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“Y/N? We’re here, love” Dan said, pulling into the hospital car park, the sound of heavy wheezes making his heart sad, “Y/N? Wake up”

He sighed in defeat, realising that you had passed out from how tired and light headed you had become during the attack. He slammed the door shut, rushing towards your side of the car to pick you up and carry you out, heading straight towards the emergency ward.

“Please! Please help” he cried, the receptionist’s head snapping upwards at the sound of his pleas, “She’s having a serious asthma attack. It’s so bad she’s passed out”

“This way, sir” a passing nurse called out, signalling to follow, “What’s the problem?”

“She has asthma and I-I don’t know what happened” he stuttered, rushing along behind the nurse carrying you in his arms, “This is the worst attack I’ve seen in…well, since I’ve known her” 

“How long has she had asthma?” the nurse asked, patting the bed beside them as an indication to Dan as she started up the oxygen machine.

“Since she was a child. She had her inhaler at home and it did nothing” he explained, his eyes not leaving you as you were almost gasping for air. 

“Which one?” 

“The…the white one? With the red sort of lid? She had the brown one before we went to bed and I gave her the blue one when I first heard her wake up” 

“How long ago did she have the white inhaler?”

“Oh god…um” he stuttered, running his hand through his hair, “About an hour and a half ago” 

The nurse nodded, stretching the oxygen mask over your face and fiddling around with the machine.

“She’s going to be alright, isn’t she?” Dan asked, almost on the verge of tears from worry and exhaustion.

“Of course” the nurse smiled reassuringly at Dan, “You did the right thing bringing her here. She’s on increased oxygen to try and resolve the attack. I’m just going to fill out some forms and I’ll be right back” 

“Thank you” he sighed, rushing to sit next to you and take your hand, kissing your knuckles gently as he looked at your sleeping form, the wheezing slowing down before coming to a complete stop, your breathing simply slowed down. 

Dan sighed a breath of relief when he realised you were going to be ok, a single tear falling down his cheek as you looked so small in your pyjamas, your hair messy and a mask over your face. It looked like a nightmare, seeing you in pain. He was interrupted from his thoughts by a small vibration from his pyjama trouser pocket. 

“Did you guys get there ok?” 

“She passed out in the car on the way here but-“ 

“Oh my god is she ok?” Phil asked, panic in his voice.

“If you let me finish, you would have known that she’s fine. She’s hooked to an oxygen tank and the wheezing has stopped. She hasn’t-hasn’t woken up yet” 

“Do you need me to bring some clothes and things over to you?” 

“I’m not sure that will be necessary just yet, but I’ll call you when she wakes up and let you know if we need anything” 

Dan hung up and sighed, leaning back in the chair and rubbing his knuckles, your slow breathing making him anxious. 

“Come on, hun…wake up”

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Your eyes opened slowly, your jaw aching from the mask you realised you had on. The surroundings were unfamiliar, the walls a bright white and the smell of disinfectant strong. The last thing you remember was the flashing of the dim orange streetlights as Dan begged you to stay awake, the sound of your wheezing blocking out all the sound around you. 

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes wandered over to the curtain, where Dan was stood. His hair was a state and his eyes were heavy with clear bags underneath. He sighed heavily, putting his coffee on the table before rushing over to you, stroking your hair gently.

“How do you feel?” 

You pulled the mask down off of your face, sitting up and taking a weak breath, “I’m certainly feeling” 

“You scared me” his breath was shaky, his hand almost shaking as he kept running his fingers through your hair slowly. 

“I guess it’s fair to say that we won’t be going to that pizza place with Phil”

“Yup. You ruined it” he laughed, smiling lovingly as you laughed quietly, “Although to be fair, I wasn’t that keen to go anyway. So thank you, I guess?”

“How long was I out?” You sighed, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down to cover your hands, finding some warmth and comfort in them. 

“A day at least…I think you were just exhausted” he smiled, sitting down in the chair next to him, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw you begin to laugh, “What?” 

“You look like shit” you giggled, stroking his messy curls as he frowned at you.

“Well sorry, Missy, but I’ve been up for over 24 hours worrying sick about my girlfriend who was passed out in a hospital hooked up to an oxygen tank” 

You smiled lovingly at him, seeing his smile appear slightly, “You have no clue how much I love you” 

“I think I do. And I love you too” he smiled, kissing you gently, “You take my breath away…some may say you make me breathless”

“Knock me back out” you groaned, hearing Dan laugh loudly next to you, “Why, why did I fall in love with you” 

You sighed and laid back down exhausted, putting the oxygen back over your face, looking over to Dan who was still laughing at his own joke.

“Because I make you-“ 

“Don’t you dare” you warned with a muffled voice, your smile small as you tried to keep a serious persona.

“Breathless”

[nny11writes]

Werewolf AU- The Subtle Tea Incident

Anakin snapped, “I just feel like everyone is staring at me!”

“Well maybe if you weren’t six foot something glaring, angry white boy they wouldn’t stare!” Ahsoka hissed back.

“Oh whatever,” Anakin grumbled, nose scrunching as he glanced around the cheerfully painted hellscape his life had apparently become. It was noisy and smelled like someone had jammed cotton candy into his brain. He couldn’t even complain about it all things considered, and complaining eloquently about things was half of his personality. It was unfair!

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, and the only thing that stopped her retort was finally reaching the front of the line. “Hi I’d like a milk bubble tea.”

Anakin stared at her in confusion before angrily asking, “What the hell is a subtle tea?”

There was only a half second pause between his question and Ahsoka doubling over with laughter. After a few moments she simply squatted down to the floor, nearly rocking from the force of them.

Everyone was definitely looking now!

Anakin tried to pretend he wasn’t turning shades and sputtered, “Shut up Snips! What- what the hell is a subtle tea?”

The only response was more laughter and a single wheezy, “Subtle tea!”

Anakin rubbed a hand over his face, and looked nearly desperately at the poor cashier who appeared to be only vaguely amused. “Oh my gosh, just, what’s my total I don’t want anything!”

“One regular milk bubble tea will be four fifty even.”

Anakin resisted the urge to kick Ahsoka while she was down, mostly because people would say he was kicking a child. Which, fair, but they didn’t know her. “Great, here’s five, keep the change.”

He stomped over to the pick up counter and watched as his friend struggled to breath, literally wiping at her eyes as she finally managed to follow him over. His heart felt weirdly warm and gooey at the sight. Ahsoka hadn’t done a lot of laughing since he’d known her and seeing it now...it just seemed right. His heart immediately hardened as she collapsed into him, holding him in a death grip as she whimpered through a new set of giggles, “Subtle tea!”

It was a long few minutes of people laughing at him while Ahsoka clung to him like an asthmatic octopus.

When the lone drink was finally put down Anakin squawked, “That’s called a boba tea!”

“Bubble,” Ahsoka snorted as she took her drink and selected a straw with blue stripes.

He felt like a dumbass. “...bubble tea is such-mmmmmMMMMmmm, it’s called a boba tea.”

“It’s called I’m definitely telling Obi-Wan and Padme, probably dad. Maybe Barriss too. What’s your mom’s number, I think she should know.” Ahsoka chirped, her cell phone out and snapping a selfie with her flushed grinning face, the tea, and Anakin’s angry red glare.

“Don’t you dare!” He immediately tried to reach for the phone and Ahsoka darted away, waving the group message back at him. He could hear the faint clicking sound of her nail on the screen as she pressed send.

“Too late!”

Anakin felt zero remorse as he stomped out of the shop. As soon as he was back out in the baking summer heat, he felt instantly better. His phone vibrated and pulling it up he saw the picture again. On second look...it was kind of hilarious.

Ahsoka had captioned it “only one could hear subtly from bubble tea”.

It buzzed again as Padme wrote back, “I told you he wouldn’t know subtly if it bit him in the ass.”

Obi-Wan responded with a crying emoji.

“Fucks sake,” he chuckled furiously writing back about the proper term.