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Make It Stop- Part 2

Here is the follow up for my Eddie Diaz imagine, I'm so pleased you all liked the first part and I hope you will like this one too. Any feedback is always lovely.

I have been having a slow day with writing today, wanting to write but not feeling the mood for any particular idea. But all the requests keep me going and make me excited so keep them coming.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: Eddie is married to Bobby's daughter, and things take a bad turn when they have to take her to the hospital in the middle of the night. And the doctors can't find out why.

Enjoy.

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A smile graced Eddie's lips as he walked round the front of the jeep over to where Bobby and Athena were stood. He bounced his youngest on his hip, feeling Mavis scrunch her hand up in his shirt as she clung to him and began drooling on his shoulder.

"Hey cutie," Bobby held his hands out expectingly until his granddaughter was carefully eased into his arms. He lifted her up so he could kiss her cheek before he settled her down on his chest and pressed his lips against the top of her head.

Eddie stuffed his hands into his pockets and watched fondly as Mavis cuddled into Bobby's chest and showed off a toothy smile when Athena kissed the back of her hand.

It felt strange just having one of the kids with him. But both Chris and Iris were in school and Eddie didn't want to part with Mavis and ask Carla to look after her. He wanted Mavis to be with him and he knew it would cheer (Y/n) up to have one of the kids here to see her.

"You brought visitors." Eddie managed a smile when he looked behind Bobby and noticed Hen and Evan stood to the side.

All the team had been nervous for the last three days. It had been so strange for them to be at work with Hen as active captain while Bobby and Eddie both took the rest of the week off. They needed to be with (Y/n), especially when they didn't know what was causing her illnesses and her sudden bouts of agony and pain.

They were all taking turns watching the kids and being at the hospital with (Y/n). She didn't like being in the hospital, especially not alone and if they left her, they had a feeling she would try and discharge herself.

The five of them slowly walked through the main entrance and headed down the hall towards the stairs. Eddie wasn't sure if the staff would be happy to find (Y/n)'s room cramped with all these visitors, but it would only be for a few hours and they wouldn't be any trouble.

"How is she?" Hen weaved behind Athena and moved over to stand on Eddie's other side. They were both medics, they had a bit more understanding of health conditions and complications than Evan or either of (Y/n)'s parents.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and hunched her shoulders high as she assessed Eddie.

He had one hand tangled in his hair, loosening the knots that gathered between his fingers. Dark purple ringlets hung beneath his crackling, brown orbs and his skin looked very pale, verging on grey. He looked like he hadn't eaten anything during the last three days since she had seen him at his house with (Y/n).

"Random granulomas in her lungs and liver, and then a haemorrhage in her bladder, and they don't know why. But the meds are working, she's so much better today."

Seeing (Y/n) more like herself didn't do anything to calm Eddie down, if anything, it put him more on edge. He didn't understand why she had the granulomas in her lungs to begin with, or why they moved into her liver. And the bleed in her bladder was so sudden and unexpected, and there was no reason for it. The doctors couldn't explain any of it.

But yesterday, (Y/n) had seemed much more like herself. She was eating and drinking, she was sitting up and talking and she could breathe properly without gasping or feeling a tightening in her chest.

Eddie knew the doctors were thinking about sending her home soon, but he didn't want her home until they knew why she was ill and could ensure it didn't happen again.

"And there's nothing wrong with her blood?" Hen pondered as they advanced up to the second floor.

"Not that they can find."

"I'm sure they'll come up with something." Hen didn't voice it, but she knew the doctors were likely to come up with an explanation soon. They had Eddie breathing down their necks and the whole fire department waiting for answers, they weren't likely to rest until they got the answers they needed.

Athena moved ahead and pushed open the stairwell door, keeping it open for everyone to filter through. But her eyes lingered on Evan who was leaning over Bobby's shoulder to try and interact with Mavis.

"You never said Eddie was related to you. Why didn't you say you had grandkids?" Evan looked between Bobby and Athena while he smiled at the little girl who was drooling and making small noises into Bobby's shirt.

He had never once heard Bobby talk about having a daughter. He scarcely opened up about losing his wife and son in the apartment fire back in Minnesota.

Learning Bobby did indeed have a daughter and three grandkids was a big surprise to the team. It was even more of a surprise to learn Eddie was his son in law and was in fact very close to him. They had been more than professional at work. Neither of them had given away this little fact or let on that they were closer than just Captain and teammate.

"It never came up," Bobby shrugged and turned to the right when Athena held out her hands and gently took their youngest grandchild from his arms and into her own.

"I'm pretty sure it should have when we talked about bringing families to the summer party. You could have mentioned Eddie's practically your son."

Evan wouldn't voice it, but he felt a little irritated at not learning this sooner. He felt close to Bobby, he often thought of Bobby and Athena as his surrogate parents. It hurt to realise they were more like Eddie's parents and were in fact related to him than Evan.

"And have you go in a mood or say I'm getting preferential treatment? No thanks." It wasn't so much Evan or Hen, as the rest of the team that Eddie had been wary of.

He didn't want anyone saying Bobby went easy on him or was soft or let him get away with things because they were related. If no one knew, no one made a fuss and they all remained friends but with professional boundaries in place. It was easier not to ay anything. Not that it mattered now, anyway.

"Alright, here we-" Eddie bit down on his lip and held back a sigh when he opened the door to (Y/n)'s room and looked inside. "What on Earth are you doing?"

He felt Bobby's hand on his shoulder as he leaned around his son in law to look into the room and see what he was referring to. Evan and Hen crowded behind as Athena and Mavis stood on Eddie's right and leaned gently on his arm to see what (Y/n) was doing. None of them could gather any words when they looked around and locked their eyes on her.

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and tried to bite back a sheepish smile when she looked over at the door.

Her arms moved to coil around her waist and she looked down at herself before she glanced back up at her family crowded in the doorway.

She was fed up of wearing the scratchy, uncomfortable hospital gown they had provided her with when she was admitted. And when (Y/n) noticed the bag Athena had dropped off for Eddie with clothes, deodorant and a few essentials from home, she couldn't resist. (Y/n) wanted to feel comfortable and move about.

It had been a little harder than she first thought. She went to the bathroom, dragging the IV pole along with her and stripped from the nuisance gown. She changed into a pair of Eddie's jogging bottoms and the bra she had worn when she was admitted, but the IV was harder to fathom.

(Y/n) couldn't undo the clip properly or remove the wire so she could slip on Eddie's hoodie. The effort, along with a sudden bout of dizziness had landed (Y/n) on the floor.

She was sat in the doorway to the bathroom, hoodie resting over her lap, IV pole behind her and her legs curled beneath her as she sat wearing jogging bottoms and her bra.

"I was sick of wearing that stupid gown." (Y/n) mumbled quietly but when she tilted her head back to look up at them, she could feel the blood draining down to her toes. And her head lolled backwards as her hand planted down on the floor to keep herself sitting upright.

Eddie shook his head, tutting under his breath as he marched into the room and bent down in front of her.

"Then you wait for me to help you. You don't go doing everything yourself."

"Sorry,"

Eddie held his breath when (Y/n) flopped her head to one side and looked at him with those big doe eyes and a lopsided smile that had his heart fluttering like a bird in a cage.

He moved down onto his knees, tutting at her quietly but when (Y/n) leaned over and let her head drop onto his chest, he felt himself deflating. He wasn't angry at her, but he wished she would just wait for help and let them look after her. She always thought she had to do everything herself when all Eddie wanted to do was look after her and make sure she was okay.

He cradled the back of her neck and pressed his lips against the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo that was starting to fade. His other arm secured around her waist and he gently shuffled her to the side so she was propped up against the bathroom door.

For a brief moment, he let his eyes wander down to (Y/n)'s exposed stomach. The fading, slashed line across her abdomen beneath her belly button caught his attention; her scar from the C-section she had with Iris. And an inch below that was a fresh incision in her skin with four neat, navy blue stitches sewing the skin back together.

He hated that (Y/n) had needed to go for minor surgery to repair the bleed in her bladder. And Eddie hated that they couldn't find a reason or explanation.

"Come here," He whispered softly and reached out for her right hand so he could drape it across his thigh.

His fingers glided across the back of her hand and he made sure the canula was still inserted in her vein before his touch moved up along the fluid tube. a few centimeters up, Eddie found the cap and the two cut off sections where injections and doses could be administered into the IV line.

He capped off the tube so no more fluids could get in and unscrewed the green plastic, removing the wire free from the canula in her hand.

"Alright, let's get this on you, mi amor."

Eddie reached out for the hoodie on her thighs and he grinned when he realised it was one of his.

A quiet 'oof' left his lips when (Y/n) let him pull the hoodie over her head and then slumped forward into his chest again. She closed her eyes and smiled into Eddie's shirt, breathing in his scent and went floppy like jelly so Eddie could carefully ease her arms through the sleeves. He was particularly careful not to nudge or pull out her canula and he rolled the sleeve up to her elbow to make sure it was in tact.

Once the IV line was reconnected, Eddie patted (Y/n)'s hip and held her waist so he could move around and crouch between her parted thighs.

He looped her legs around his hips and effortlessly lifted her up so she was sat low on his hips with her arms around his neck and her face smothered against his collar bone.

Bobby silently walked over and followed behind them with the IV pole as Eddie went over to the bed and eased (Y/n) down so she was sat in bed again where he expected her to be when they came in.

"Better?" Bobby asked gently and leaned down to kiss her temple while Eddie perched on the side of the bed and Athena moved to sit down in the chair beside the bed.

"Much better."

As soon as Mavis looked around, her arms stretched out and she began whimpering and gurgling until Athena carefully sat her down on the bed.

(Y/n) held her arms out and lifted Mavis up just before she had the chance to flop onto her stomach and hurt her stitches. The whole of (Y/n)'s abdomen was sore and tender and her chest was still aching every now and then, especially when she took deep breaths.

She settled Mavis down tucked under her right arm and let her lean on her upper chest. Three days without the kids felt like a lifetime and (Y/n) couldn't wait until this afternoon when Eddie would bring Chris and Iris down to see her. When she got her arms around them, she wasn't sure she would be able to let them go.

Hopefully in a day or two, she could go home.

***

"Mr Diaz, your wife has reacted well to the medication for the last five days-"

"You think two days without a symptom means she's cured? You can't even find the problem. You're not sending her home."

Eddie clamped his hand down on his hip while his other hand rubbed across his jaw. He leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. The last thing he needed was to lose his temper here and now, but he couldn't help himself.

"I think your wife is sick of being in observation and all our tests are negative. Unless she has another symptom or relapse, we can send her home and continue tests and routine checks every week."

"No." Eddie pushed off the wall when he noticed his father in law walking down the corridor. He waved his hand out and beckoned him over. "This is her dad. You can explain to the Captain of the 118 firehouse why you want to send his sick daughter home without a diagnosis or anymore treatment."

"You're doing what?"

As soon as Bobby clamped his hands down on his hips and stood tall and stern in front of the doctor, Eddie could feel the man's resolve melting away. He watched with glee in his eyes as Bobby intimidated the other man who had to be about his age.

Bobby wasn't having this. He wasn't letting them discharge (Y/n) when they still didn't know what was wrong with her. What if it happened again? What if she got another unconnected symptom? What if they took her home and she suddenly deteriorated fast and out of nowhere?

As soon as the words "Let's talk in my office," hit Eddie's ears, he turned his back and moved towards (Y/n)'s room. He wasn't going for an argument in this man's office. Bobby was the one he needed to deal with now or else Eddie was going to lose his temper. At least with Bobby they could talk things through calmly and try to come up with a solution.

Whatever was wrong with (Y/n), it wasn't going to just go away and Eddie knew that for a fact. He knew the granulomas hadn't caused the bleeding in (Y/n)'s bladder. There had to be some underlying cause somewhere causing these problems.

"Daddy!"

Eddie spun on his heels and plastered the calmest smile he could manage on his face. His eyes set on all three of his kids and the sight made his heart swell and sent his lungs tightening in his chest.

They would simmer his temper down and make him smile. They would make (Y/n) feel better too. They didn't want to leave her the past two days they had been down to see her. Eddie wanted (Y/n) to come home, he wanted his wife home safe and well with them, but she couldn't come home now when she might still be unwell. It was too risky.

"Hi baby girl, come here." He leaned down and scooped Iris up in his right arm as his left arm secured around Chris who pummelled into him and almost knocked him down. "Are you okay, how was school?"

He looked up and nodded at Athena who was bouncing Mavis on her hip with a tender smile. Athena had barely put Mavis down this last week since she and Bobby had been helping out with the kids.

"Good, can we see mum?" Chris leaned his head back to look up at Eddie while Iris looped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. They had been switching between staying home with Eddie on a night and staying with their grandparents. And although they understood why, it had still been a daunting week for them all.

Everyone wanted things to go back to normal and for (Y/n) to get better.

"Yeah, let's go surprise her." He sat Iris on his hip and kept his other hand on Chris's back, waiting for Athena to walk alongside them before they walked down the corridor.

"Was that the doctor Bobby wandered off with?"

"Yeah." A silent exchange passed between them and Athena pursed her lips, humming and nodding to herself. She could sense in Eddie's silence and the fury in his eyes that her husband was about to be having an argument rather than a civil conversation.

"Eddie! Oh God, Eddie!"

An ungodly tremor surged down Eddie's spine and fizzled his blood down to his toes when (Y/n)'s voice caught his attention.

He turned to look at Athena who went rigid beside him. Something was happening. When Eddie left her room less than twenty minutes ago to go to the toilet and subsequently talk to the doctor, she had been perfectly fine. She looked a little tired and languid but other than that, she had been sat up reading a book.

"Stay with nana." Eddie slumped Iris down to her feet and pushed her and Chris towards athena, stopping his son from trying to rush ahead with him.

He couldn't have any of the kids going into (Y/n)'s room, he didn't know what the problem was or what he would be walking into.

"Eddie!"

(Y/n)'s cry had Eddie's heart hammering away against his chest and each beat made him feel like his heart had become impaled on his ribs. He bolted to the right and barged into the room, slamming the door shut behind him so none of the kids could see or properly hear what was going on in here. He already knew Athena would be on her way to find a doctor and get some help.

"Baby, baby what's wrong?"

Eddie stumbled over to the bed, holding his breath deep in his lungs as he looked around and tried to see what was going on.

She was laid in the middle of the bed, both arms seemingly bound around her stomach and her feet were pressed down into the mattress with her knees pulled up near her stomach. (Y/n) had her shoulders pulled inwards and her body was leant forwards with her head almost touching her knees.

Pressing his knees into the edge of the bed, Eddie carefully wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and tried to be gentle when he reeled her up.

"Baby-"

"I-it hurts… oh it kills! Make it stop! Eddie m-make it stop, please." The words spluttered through gritted teeth and her tone was volatile and high in pitch.

This felt so much worse than the blockage in her liver. It hurt more than the needle Eddie punctured into her lung to relieve the pressure. This was more than painful discomfort in her bladder. And the pain wasn't in any of those places like it had been before.

(Y/n) wasn't sure where the pain was coming from or what the problem was, all she knew was it felt like someone had taken to stabbing her repeatedly. Each heartbeat sent her blood pounding and she could feel her heartbeat vibrating and pulsing off her like heatwaves.

Reaching her hands out, (Y/n) curled her hands around Eddie's bicep, digging her nails into his skin like tallons sinking through to the bone. Her eyes snapped closed and her head pressed into his shoulder. She wanted to double over and see if it would ease the pain, but Eddie wouldn't let her.

His left arm secured around her chest and his right arm looped around her back, keeping her sitting up and imbedding her shoulder into his chest. He pressed his lips against the back of her head and started to shush her as he carefully leaned her back so she sank down into the pillow.

"Okay baby, shh I've got you it's okay."

When she tried to push forward again with a cry resembling a howl, Eddie pushed her back again. "Baby you have to let me look. Shh, let me see what's wrong."

He could feel her tears soaking into his shirt and her frame began to tremble as she sobbed in absolute agony. But if Eddie didn't examine her, he wasn't going to know what the problem was. It was either him or a doctor examining her to find out what was wrong.

Once (Y/n) was laid back, Eddie pushed her knees down to her legs were on the bed and not coiled up near her stomach. He lifted her shirt up towards her bra so he could see her skin and try and find the issue. His hands instantly moved towards her bladder and where her stitches were, thinking she might have an infection or another bleed.

But when Eddie pressed down near her bladder, (Y/n) shook her head. That wasn't where her pain was situated, her bladder was seemingly fine. And he could tell by her voice and her cries that her lungs weren't a problem.

Eddie looked into his wife's eyes and pulled her eyelid back. The whites of her eyes weren't yellow or discoloured, her liver was still in working order too.

Moving his hands around, Eddie pressed down on various areas of (Y/n)'s chest and torso until (Y/n) suddenly jumped beneath him like he had brought her back to life. A scream bounced off her teeth and clawed past her lips as she latched her fingers around his wrist again to either make him stop or get him to do something about the pain.

"It's your spleen, it might have burst." Eddie reached out and hit the emergency button before he sat down and let (Y/n) sit up and burrow into him.

"No… oh no," (Y/n) choked as she pushed herself further into Eddie like his comfort would do something, anything, to make her feel better and relieve her pain. Her cries shivered through to his chest and her tears soaked into his shirt as she cried and gasped.

Why was she now having problems in her spleen? What was happening to affect so many different organs in her body like this without connection?

"Alright baby, I'm here. We'll get this sorted, I promise."

***

(Y/n) slowly peeled her eyes open, taking her time to try and get her vision to focus and adjust so she could find out where she was and what was going on.

She felt battered and bruised.

Her body had been used as a pin cushion, needles punctured into her chest, dozens more into her bladder to infuse medication and remove the bleed. Needles into her liver to take bloods and check function and that it was back working again. Her chest was still swollen and bruised from her respiratory arrest. And now another part of her abdomen was aching and felt like it had been torn apart.

Before her eyes adjusted, (Y/n) reached a shaking hand up and grabbed the oxygen tube that was pushed under her nose. She yanked it out and tossed it off her ears; she didn't want that.

"Hm…"

"Hey mi amor, how do you feel?"

Her lips formed a languid, lazy smile and she flopped her hand around until she found Eddie's wrist that was resting near her thigh. She limply tugged on his hand until he started to chuckle and got the hint.

Eddie leaned over her chest and pressed his lips to her temple while his hand brushed across her jaw and neck. He couldn't stop his heart from hammering away in his chest when he tried to lean back but (Y/n) tilted her head and caught his lips in a kiss.

He kissed her lips once, then twice, then a third time until he had to pull back and let (Y/n) catch her breath before she passed out on him. His nose brushed hers and he rested his temple on hers, smiling as her eyes finally seemed to come into focus.

"Hi,"

A grin formed on Eddie's lips and he laughed. "Hi, baby." He kissed her one last time before he slowly sat up. He shuffled his hips back until they touched (Y/n)'s thigh and let her look around her crowded room.

Her dad was sat on the chair on her right with Chris perched on his lap, smiling intently when (Y/n) realised Chris was holding her right hand captive in both of his. And Athena was sat to her left with Mavis and Iris both sat on her knees.

"What happened?" (Y/n) squeezed Chris's hand and kept hold of Eddie's wrist while she felt his fingertips feathering up and down her wrist and arm.

"It was your spleen, it ruptured so they had to remove it."

He watched the way (Y/n)'s smile dampened and her eyes glanced down to her chest as if she could see through the scratchy hospital gown to look at her skin. She didn't dare think what her abdomen and torso would now look like. Puncture wounds from needles, her old C-section scar, the new line of stitches from her bladder surgery. And now another small scar or two to remove her spleen. What would be next?

"Good news though, we can take you home in two days."

(Y/n) tilted her head to the side and looked across at her dad with furrowed brows. Why would they take her home so soon? She had just had her spleen removed for no apparent reason. Surely she would have to stay longer now and wait for another organ to fail or another rupture or blood loss to take effect? What if this happened when she went home, what would she do?

She didn't realise tears were falling down her face until Chris let go of her hand and reached out to brush them away.

"Let's go get your mum a drink, she'll be parched by now." Athena got to her feet and held her hand out to Chris while Mavis settled on her hip and Iris stayed dutifully by her side. She waited for Chris to kiss (Y/n)'s cheek and whisper 'love you mum' in her ear before he took Athena's hand and followed along. Telling her exactly what drink he knew (Y/n) would want to make her feel better.

"Home?" (Y/n) moved both her hands to hold Eddie's arm and tugged until he obliged and held her hips. He carefully sat her up while Bobby moved the pillows behind her so she was upright rather than lying down. "I c- I… if it happens again?"

"Baby it won't-"

"What's next?"

Eddie didn't understand what she meant until one of her hands moved to her chest and she started patting up and down her chest and abdomen. She felt like someone had a map of her body and was ticking off each organ and part of her that they were injuring. Lungs, liver, bladder, spleen, there wasn't a lot left before everything was hit and then where would she be? She would end up dying.

Was she dying? Was that why they were sending her home? Had they finally found out the problem, but it was bad news? Was she going home to die?

It was as if Eddie could see every horrid thought running rapid in her mind because his hands smothered her face in an instant. His thumbs brushed beneath her eyes, his fingers danced across her cheeks and he kissed her lips as his temple pressed against hers.

He felt (Y/n)'s hands shakily grab his wrists and hold tight until her nails were cutting through his skin and she was cutting off his circulation.

"Nothing's next, mi amor, I swear. You're gonna be just fine now, they've found the problem."

(Y/n) tried to catch her breaths that were running away without her and she turned her head to the right to look at her dad. He smiled, doing his best to hide the tears in his eyes and he moved to perch on the bed next to her.

Bobby kissed the side of (Y/n)'s head and wrapped an arm around her middle while his other hand fumbled in his pocket. He found the small plastic container he had been holding onto for the last three hours since (Y/n) came out of surgery. The small vile no bigger than a blood sample tube, which had captured the Captain's attention for the last few hours.

When he held it out for (Y/n) to see, her eyes narrowed and her lips curled. She didn't know what she was looking at.

Her hands stayed bound around Eddie's wrists to keep his hands close even as he dropped them from her face and moved to hold her waist instead.

"W-what is it?"

"It's the splinter they found in your spleen."

She didn't understand. How could she have a splinter in her spleen? How could a splinter have caused all this damage? Her eyes narrowed and she leaned closer to look in the vile. A thin- very thin, almost miniscule piece of wood about the length of her fingernail. Her eyes danced back across to her husband, wanting some sort of explanation.

"It must have been near your intestine, you moved during the night and it moved to your chest and caused the respiratory problems. Then it moved to your liver, causing the granulomas, and then down to your bladder. You were lucky it ruptured your spleen, or they might not have found it."

No one could say for sure where it started or got into (Y/n)'s body, but they knew the route it had taken. It had punctured a lung and caused respiratory arrest which then caused the granulomas, and when it moved to her liver it caused the same problem. The medication cleared up both those issues, but the splinter moved along and went down to her bladder and poked through the lining which caused the bleed.

Travelling to her spleen was a lucky escape. It caused enough damage to rupture the organ and surgery to remove it left the splinter stuck in her spleen and effectively took away the problem.

"How?"

"The doctor said you either ingested it, or if you've had a fall, it could have punctured into your system."

Either it was in any food (Y/n) had been eating or chewing and got ingested into her system. Or when she had been in the garden or playing with the kids or taking them to the woods and had a small accident, it punctured right through her skin. It was so small and sharp that it could have felt like a pin prick, a small discomforting pain like a scratch rather than a horrid pain like the agony it had caused throughout her system.

None of them would have ever thought up this explanation. None of the team were going to believe it when Eddie and Bobby told them what had happened.

If they didn't find it, Eddie wouldn't believe it, and there was no wonder it hadn't shown up in any of the scans (Y/n) had. Wood absorbs water, it would have absorbed the fluids in her body and changed the density so the MRI hadn't picked up its presence.

Turning her head to the right, (Y/n) kissed her dad's cheek before she pushed forward and wrapped both arms tightly around Eddie's neck. She shuffled until she was practically sat on his lap with her face buried in his neck, breathing in his scent as he kissed her temple.

"You're gonna be just fine now, mi amor. I promise."

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moonsaver · 6 months ago

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have you considered sunday x yandere GN!reader 👀 whether they're both insane for each other or sunday is normal (well, as ""normal"" as he can be, but) is up to you! btw absolutely Love your writing, i've been lurking ur blog for a while and eating up everything you post. thank u for doing what u do <3

Hello anon! Ive had at least 2-3 requests about yandere x yandere, but the brainrot is valid and welcome! Also, thank you for the appreciation, <33

I only did the yan!sunday x yan!reader. Feel free to send in another request if you want one where he's the normie lol. I may not be able to do it justice because im not entirely into it, but honestly the potential thriller it could be has me rubbing my hands like a housefly.

I mean.. sunday stalking and effortlessly manipulating the conversations to what he thinks you like vs you doing the same, it's like luck is in store for both of you when you keep coming across each other so often! Sunday has a hunch that someone's been keeping an eye on him.. it may cause trouble in the future, but oh well! Who can stop him? All the proper evidence is well hidden! Photos of you, perfumes you use, little things on your wishlist he's preordered.. although he can't shake off the feeling someone's hot on his tail, so his guard is up 24/7!

And it's such a stroke of luck that you're around him so much more often! Lets you know someone's probably stalking you (ahem..) and you're in danger! But it's okay, he's here. Just keep your eyes on him. Listen to him. Follow him. Don't leave his side. Where do you think you're going? Want him to drop you off?

And it's also such a stroke of luck that you've been wanting him at your place for so long! Really, he's so delighted, seeing the backdrop of his photos he previously hated being taken of him, behind you! Your smile is lovely, your submission is lovely, your love is so charming. He's a bit miffed you have him tied up.. but it's alright! You're both in love, this is just.. a byproduct! That's okay. Sunday loves you so. He's sure he can find a way so you're the one tied up, and he's the one who's able to showcase all the pictures he's taken of you, as his backdrop! Oh.. dear. You don't think things won't go his way either, do you?

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lovers-rck · 6 months ago

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okay. i finally wrote something. it's extremely short and stupid and cliche but i grew very fond of it. it doesn't have name yet but feel free to baptized it however you like.

enjoy and thanks for sticking around.

daily click for palestine

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the dim light of the room hits the yellowish walls. one of your posters is falling out.

ellie looks at you. you are hunched over some papers, your eyebrows are furrowed and you are making a non-intentional funny face.

"what are you reading?" ellie says, from the bed, her body sinking into your soft and warm sheets.

you are at your small and extremely messy desk. your back hurts, your head hurts, the ink of the letters printed on the crumpled paper mocks you and you are starting to lose your patience "um, acropolis and the greeks? i dont know. i can't wrap my mind about it."

ellie hums. she knows shit about art history.

"maybe i can help you" she says

she may not know anything about art history and the greeks and acropolis, but she know one thing: she is in love with you. she has been in love with you for a while now, and everytime you look at her, or you smile at her, o even when you flip your middle finger at her, she feels like being hit by a warm ray of sun in a cold day of winter.

"i just need a break" you say, and your body crashes into the bed. next to her.

"when is the exam?" ellie asks, her phone resting in her stomach.

"next week. im cooked"

your fingers run through your hair, you can feel how frustration and anxiety are spying behind the door waiting for the right moment to jump at you

"it drives me crazy not being able to understand anything of it, i really can't fail this exam" you continue, your eyes burning.

"you won't. you will be able to figure it out before the exam, you have time."

"no" you say, and ellie makes a face "i don't have time. im not like you ellie, i can't go to that exam and hope that luck is on my side."

ellie stays in silence. she can feel, and see, your anger and fear.

the jazz music that emanates from your cell phone is in the middle of a saxophone solo, slow and sweet, tints of melancholy color the strings of the instrument, causing the strangest feelings in ellie.

she ponders what to respond. she doesn't want to make you angry, but she is aware that she can't get rid of the frustration that reigns in your body no matter how much she would like to, so ellie thinks.

she thinks and thinks so much that the jazz solo ends withouth her noticing and the next musical delight that ellie hears is your voice.

"im sorry" you murmur, looking at her. your eyes are a bit glassy "i didn't mean to imply that you're dumb, or anything like that, it was stupid."

ellie smiles slightly "come here"

ellie opens her arms and you melt into her body. your head rests on her chest and your legs collide with ellie's, making the freckled girl's heart race slightly. her almost ghostly arm encircles your back, her fingertips hover tentatively over your shoulder, not daring to concretize the touch.

this has been going on for a few days now; ellie and you cuddling, but not so cuddled as to imply anything more than friendship, but not completely like friendship. sometimes ellie, at times like that and with a bit of foggy, dreamy thinking, pretends that you and her are more than just friends.

she hasn't dared to question it out loud, nor have you ever discussed it with her, all you both know is that your bodies respond instantly and instinctively to the hint, to the hidden desire, to the unspoken love of the other.

#ellie wiliams #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams au #tlou

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hajihiko · 1 month ago

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You're one of my favorite artists and the very first time I saw one of your drawings MY JAW JUST DROPPED!! I even share your posts with my friends and recommend your profile a LOT!! I would love to ask for any anatomy tips? it's okay if you're not comfortable with such :3

I learned anatomy by looking really hard. I dont know if that method works for everyone

Uuuuh bodies are much lumpier than you think. Anime lied to you. Pretty much everything has volume. Muscles naturally taper, but they avoid the shins and forearms.

If the arms end at around mid-thigh and the elbows are just above the hip bone, you can take liberties with a lof of the rest. If you mess with those two places it tends to look odd.

The elbow is not a perfect point, it curves a bit (forwards, look in the mirror), and the bone youll feel on the inside of it is a really big help. If you mark that little side bone into your guidelines, you might have an easier time.

Collarbones and shoulder muscles do a lot of work in showing angle. Try standing in front of the mirror and hunching your shoulders (the muscles curve, the bones dip) and then puffing your chest (the muscles curve back and almost disappear even, the bones straighten).

Often, toes are cute and round. Those are hard to draw for me. I give characters big boney feet because its easier and also mine look like that.

BODY HAIR IS NORMAL AND ACTUALLY VERY NICE.

Search 'contrapasto'. Its both a good thing to consider in art and also how people use their bodies.

When you cock your hip, the bone of the straight leg sort of slots into its concave joint, while the resting leg is hanging out of it. The lega will look like theyre not equally long. It looks like that in pictures too. There is a lot going on with joints that you dont see because of all the skin and muscle. Just check in with your own body and learn what it is.

Really, feel your body in all the places. Thats a mean muscle machine that you should try to love as hard as you can, and it's very informative. Some people will want you to forget that it's a bundle of sinew bone muscle skin hair and and all the other stuff thats less visible (and NOT silicone or plastic), but all it really is is a push-pull mechanism so intricate and interesting people have made art of it since it even existed.

Okay i hope that helped someone somewhere

Also!!! If you show someone my art you MUST tell me what they said!! Im curious!!!!

#not an art #Art tips #I need to go back and tag the other ones ive done...#talky talky

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lovebunnie · 19 days ago

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“it’s not about canon fucking capital!” nandor spits in the air between them. guillermos jaw drops a bit, and it all starts to feel like a bit of a sick joke to nandor. its never easy, not with guillermo.

he shifts and narrows his eyes. “being a janitor had its good moments,” nandor admits. “i liked being the barrier between the cleanliness of productivity and the filth of failure. also those paper towels were very powerful, they didnt even leave any streakies!

“but…” nandor lets his shoulders drop and he suddenly cant look at guillermo. “being around humans all day is kind of shitty.”

guillermo huffs. “trust me, hanging around vampires all the time isnt all its cracked up to be either. ya know, i spent so many years cleaning up shit and say what you will about panera but atleast cleaning toilets there got me a free pastry-“

“why do you always leave me?”

it shocks them both into silence. guillermos jaw clicks shut while nandor hunches his shoulders, as though he could curl away from his own confession. he was literally commanding an army, but here was where words failed him.

guillermo swallows. “leave you? im right here.”

“no you are not,” nandor hisses. “you are with celeste and then you are with derrick and then it is freddie and laszlo and now you are with jordan.” he steps forward, which makes guilermo step back. conquering lands, even here and now.

“why must you always leave? why do you want to leave, and why do i want you to stay? it was not like this with other familiars, ill have you know!”

nandor thinks about all the snide comments made by laszlo and nadja over the years. their familiars were always easy come, easy go. but guillermo was always there. he would misplace an ugly sock or leave his toothbrush in the open.

guillermo has always been different. guillermo has always been the exception.

it makes all the leaving he does very painful. nandor doesnt know why.

“other familiars don’t pledge almost half their lives to one master,” guillermo counters. “other familiars wouldve left a long fucking time ago.”

it takes everything in nandor not to shudder at being referred to as master by guillermo. “i dont give a shit about other familiars. not even my own old familiars. they were just… blips in the radar.”

“and me?” guillermo whispers, finally reclaiming the ground covered by nandor and placing them almost chest to chest. “fifteen years for a vampire doesnt seem like much of anything.”

“you were my purpose, guillermo,” he says. “to make you into a fucking cool vampire. and then you decided it wasnt actually what you wanted and after that annoying ceremony that i put a lot of hard work into, you wanted to leave again. so now i have no familiar, no purpose because you are not a vampire. i have nothing.”

guillermo stays quiet for many seconds and nandor can see his eyebrows twitching in thought. it had been so long since nandor has stood this close to guillermo so if nothing else, the proximity was a nice touch

“my purpose was to be turned into a vampire, by you,” guillermo says. “and then i realized it would never happen unless i did something, so i did. but it doesnt change the fact that i spent so many years knowing that i…” he swallows and to nandors delight, his cheeks turn crimson under shitty lighting. “i was meant to be yours, turned by you.”

“you are driving me crazy,” nandor says quietly. “i do not know why you keep leaving me and why i care so much. you really hurt me, you know! every time you leave it hurts!”

“i know why i keep leaving,” guillermo says. “and i think i know why you want me to stay so bad. the reasons are pretty similar, if i had to guess.”

“tell me,” nandor growls, his hands coming up to grip guillermos biceps so that he cannot flee, not again. “tell me.”

with the same drive behind the words that would compel weaker men, guillermo looks up at him, and before nandor can even think about speaking again, guillermo surges up and crashes their lips together with his hands tangled in nandors hair and knocking the head piece off in the process.

before it can even begin, guillermo pulls away. he is panting and then pulling a vibrating telephone out of his pocket. nandor watches with blazing eyes

“its jordan…” he trails off, looking thoughtful while nandor feels murderous.

a small smile creeps onto his face as the still vibrating phone goes back into his pocket. “but I’ve got better things to do.”

guillermo smiles at nandor and for once, he looks settled, not ready to bolt. nandor knows the same expression is reflecting on his face as well.

as he makes his move towards a willing guillermo, he hopes the camera crew is more engrossed with whatever antics nadja and laszlo and colin robinson have gotten into.

#space.txt #space snips #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows spoilers #nandermo #who said all of this #where am i

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nishik1 · 1 year ago

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bittersweet \\ Nishimura Riki

synopsis: being in a relationship with Nishimura Riki was never easy, but you still made it work.

pairing: idol niki x non idol fem!reader

genre: light angst to fluff

warnings: reader is a bit mean, slight arguing, cursing,?

a/n: a short fic to make up for the lack of updates in “you jealous, nishimura” 😭 this kinda sucks so please don’t be disappointed

wc: roughly 1.4k (NOT PROOF READ)

you awoke to the sounds of knocking on your bedroom window. what the hell..? furrowing your brows as you make your way over to the window. lazily you throw open the curtains and your eyes widen for a second as you process who is waiting outside of your window.

“Riki..? what are you doing here?” you said in disbelief as you stare at the boy who stands beneath your bedroom window with his hands on his knees, hunched over as he tries to catch his breath.

“please just— let me in first—” he says breathlessly. you stare at him for a second before letting out a sigh. hesitantly, you open your window further and lean out just enough for him to grab onto your arms and pull himself up. his eyes light up when you reach to him, he immediately grabs onto your arms and comes tumbling into your room.

theres a moment of silence as you watch him sit on the floor of your bedroom, still trying to catch his breath.

“so… are you gonna tell me why you’re here or are you just gonna sit there?” you cross your arms over your chest, slight annoyance present im your tone. Riki feels his heart clench at your tone, you only ever talked to him like that when you’re angry with him.

“I came to explain myself” you let out a bitter chuckle as you narrow your eyes at him.

for context, you and Riki had a date today. In fact it was supposed to be your first date in a while since Riki’s been quite busy being an idol and all. you both had decided to go to this new restaurant which opened recently, your date was scheduled for 7:30. you had arrived on time but Riki? Riki never came at all. you had messaged him multiple times only to get no reply, hence why you were mad at him. you waited for 2 hours straight and he never showed and now he’s here in your bedroom?

“seriously, Riki? that’s all you came here to do?” he frowns at this, he could tell in your eyes that you’re annoyed and angry with him. I mean who wouldn’t be? he showed up in the middle of the night unannounced.

“I know I should’ve told you—“

“you should have just told me the moment you found out you were going to be busy!” your voice cracked slightly as you inhaled sharply before continuing

“Riki you and I barely get to spend any time together anymore and the one day we actually had plans to see each other, you flaked on me!” you said feeling more hurt than angry, the two barely got to see each other with how busy he was but today he was supposed to be free.

“I know and I’m sorry… I never wanted to flake on you but we had to do some filming today and—“

“Riki I don’t want to hear it, It’s been like this for months. we never get to see each other anymore and whenever we think we might have time you always get busy with something!”

“I know that and I’m sorry for that too but I can’t help it if my schedule changes. I’m an idol, Y/N. It’s my job and sometimes this is what idols have to do. I know I don’t have as much free time as I used to but I have to do these things, they’re important to my career!”

“what about me? am I not important?” both of your eyes widen at this and you saw hurt flash through his eyes. you didn’t mean to say it, you didn’t want to say it, it just slipped out.

“I never said that.” he grits his teeth in annoyance. though he was annoyed he was also hurt. he was hurt that you thought you didn’t matter to him, of course you matter to him, you’re his girlfriend!

“no but you implied it. Riki you never make time for me anymore!” you run your fingers through your hair, feeling frustrated with everything going on.

“god why are you like this? my whole life can’t revolve around you, this is my job Y/N!” he raises his voice slightly. you inhale sharply and you pull your gaze off of him and to the wall behind him.

“I never said it had to revolve around me. all I’m asking for is for you to just make an effort to see me.” you lower your head as you feel your tears betray you and begin well up in your eyes.

please not now. you can’t cry. not now. you think to yourself, digging your nails into your palm.

you had been feeling like this for so long, feeling as if you didn’t matter to him. at the beginning of your relationship, everything was good. you were both happy and saw each other almost everyday. well that was until the group Riki was in began to grow more and more popular. the dates which you used to have daily started to happen less and less. it went from daily, to every other day, to weekly and eventually to none at all.

it started to feel as if you were no longer relevant in his life, like you no longer mattered to him. you were angry and his words only fueled your anger more. you’ve been bottling up these feelings, trying to ignore and hide them as best as you can but its starting to become too much to bare.

“you think I don’t try? I’ve—“ thats it. this was your breaking point. his harsh words finally pushed you to your limit.

“well it doesn’t seem like you fucking try! Riki I can’t take it anymore, can’t you see how draining this is for me?” one by one hot tears began to trickle down your cheeks as you finally let out the feelings you had been keeping in for so long. his eyes immediately soften as all the anger he had towards you dissolved into guilt.

“oh Y/N… I’m so sorry.” he cups your face with his hand, gently wiping your tears as you lean into his touch. how long has he been hurting you for? how long have you felt like this? how can he make it up to you? would you even forgive him? a million questions raced through Riki’s mind as he pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin atop your head as a few tears escaped his eyes.

“I’m sorry too… its just— i miss seeing you in person. i miss your hugs, I just miss you... i’m tired of seeing you through a screen.” his heart clenches at your words as you mumble into his chest, your breathing uneven from crying.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to make more time for you i swear. my schedules just been so packed lately, i was supposed to be free today but they needed us to—“

“its okay, you don’t have to explain— just… just stay with me.” you bury your face in his chest, hugging him as if this was the last time you’d ever be able to. your tears betrayed you as they began to drip onto his shirt.

he badly wanted to tell explain what happened and why he was unable to attend your date today but he knew that all you needed right now, was for him to stay. to stay and make up for all of the lost time you two could’ve had together, to stay and comfort you the way he should’ve before and most of all, to stay and show you that he loves you.

“I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.” you felt your heart sting at his words, but not in a bad way. in more of a “i love you so much but i’m still mad at you” way.

you shut your eyes tightly trying to prevent any more tears from falling. you’re not even fully sure if your tears are happy or sad ones perhaps both?

“I love you..” your voice is quiet but still loud enough to hear as you raise your head from his chest. teary eyes locking with his, Riki’s gaze softens at you as he brings his hand to your cheek caressing it gently.

“I love you too”

its the moments like these which remind you of why you fell in love with Nishimura Riki. with Riki, disagreements dissolve into peaceful silence and all you can feel is the comfort of resting in his embrace, where worries melt away and all that is left is love. it’s moments like these which make you fall in love with him all over again.

you think you’ll forever adore the moments like these, even if they’re bittersweet.

taglist: @rksbae @lizzyyaaaaaa @berry-and-kkami @chaewon-slays @solstramaii @infi0 @beomgyusonlywife @misoxhappy @ramenoil

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kurokawaia · 2 months ago

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❛ JOKES ❜

Iguro Obanai X Fem!Reader

WC; 500~+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; x fem reader, implied that this is before obanai is a hashira, crack, reader is unserious, she has a mentallity of a humor teen + more

⋆·˚ �� *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) This is yet another weird request 😔Can you please do either sanemi or obanai, with a s/o who turns the most INNOCENT sentences or words dirty? Like imagine them having a convo and out of nowhere she makes a dirty joke about it HELP . (e.g, come = cum , etc) He'd find it so shocking at first, but then eventually get used to it with like a groan, or maybe even a smirk/grin if it was a good one. Yes im freaky. Yes im sorry. 🤧 - ANON

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Obanai had always been calm and collected; he was, in fact, proud of himself over the trait. He keeps his composure around you. He was used to remaining impassive, as blase as when you teasingly attacked him or did some wild card.

Lately, though-you'd developed this habit of taking innocent conversations and turning them into something. well, less innocent. And it was driving him up the wall.

You sat in the garden of the house, sitting on an outdoor blanket, looking down at the fish swimming inside the koi fish pond. Obanai had just come back from a mission, and this peace was to be relished between the both of you.

"I think tomorrow I'll focus on my endurance training," he said. "I really want to build up my stamina."

You couldn't resist yourself-you never could. The corner of your lips curled upwards in a smile. "Stamina, is that for.fighting or something else?" you asked, the voice lilting innocently with overtones that were anything but innocent.

Obanai's eyes blinked, his lids drooping as the meaning behind your words sank in, immediately going red. "I-what? I-" He cleared his throat, looking away from you. "You know I meant training."

"Of course you did." Your grin only widened. "But you know, it wouldn't hurt to work on stamina for,. other activities. Just saying."

Obanai groaned, running a hand down his face. It was really starting to become a common occurrence with you. First, he had been utterly bewildered by your dirty jokes, just caught off guard by how you could make anything innocent sound suggestive. Now, months into spending time with you, he started to expect it-though that didn't make it any easier on him.

"Can't you go one day without dirtying something?" he grumbled on.

"I don't know, Obanai. You just provide me with so many opportunities. It is almost as if you want me to."

He shot him a glance, lips thinning into a line as he really-truly-tried not to react. But the instant you moved your face closer to his own, so obviously waiting for him to say something, the small defeated grin creeping onto his features couldn't be helped.

"You're impossible," he muttered, shaking his head.

You hunched over further, a grin angling higher as your fingers jabbed at his shoulder. "Admit it. You kinda like it."

Obanai rolled his eyes, though the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed him. "You're lucky I like you," he said, voice low, though there was an unmistakable fondness there.

"I know," you said, leaning further into Obanai, trailing your hands down his uniform slowly. You feel him tense beneath you as you were full of surprises. "Now, what were you saying about endurance? Or maybe you'd rather focus on something else?"

Obanai groaned again; this time, however, he couldn't prevent the soft smile from spreading over his face. Perhaps, just perhaps, he was getting a bit too used to your teasing-and he certainly couldn't say it bothered him any longer.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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#obanai x reader #obanai x you #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer fluff #obanai fluff #obanai iguro x reader #iguro obanai x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months ago

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jax with an s/o who is sweet n kind to everyone, handles jax’s bullshit,,,

until one day, one of his pranks just causes them to lose their temper and lash out 🤔??

or like a jax x reader who has anger issues ykyk

Jax x sweet!reader finally snapping

was gonna write this last night but i wanted to draw + im still having some stomach issues that (at least for now) have calmed down a little so!! think imma write this and one more thing then imma get right back to working on art written with you guys already having a good relationship established, can be read as platonic or romantic!

jax doesnt really know when to stop, and when he does he tends to double down because he thinks most of the stuff he does isnt that serious

that in of itself is an issue, since it leads to some conflict between him and other circus members

and today, for the first time youve finally reached your limit

be it jax just being in a pestering mood and you already being overwhelmed from being in the circus; or he took one of his pranks too far with you and ended with hurt feelings.. i think either are likely! maybe even both, the combination pushing you over the edge?

kind of visibly jolts a little when you whip around to look at him, probably also telling him off... eyes wide, maybe his shoulders are a little hunched up in surprise

i mean you usually let his bullshit just roll off of you, and youve never raised your voice at anyone in the circus. ever... so this was definitely new to him

usually, if this were anyone else he might egg the other person on; theres only few exceptions to that.. but i dont think hed be able to bring himself to do it mostly out of shock that you finally got fed up with him

once you two are separated he might spend some time trying to dismiss his guilty feelings and try to mentally frame it as you taking something too hard

again, not the best thing, but jax doesnt seem to be the most mature out of the cast

but i think over time (and after being berated by ragatha for his actions) hes going to admit that he really messed things up, so he might try to patch things over with you

if ragatha getting on his case doesnt push him to fix things, you avoiding him is going to really do it

hes not going to just. not be an asshole overnight, thats going to take time, but i do think it would be obvious that hes trying to not piss you off again.. you can definitely tell hes struggling a bit

i think word would get out about what happened so you two are gonna have fun with that gossip and people sticking their nose in your business, ect ect ect

i dont think he would outright apologize, at least not verbally.. but he will show it in his actions; doing stuff for you that he wouldnt normally do for others like doing some favors for you as well offering you things he knows you like. stuff like that, you know?

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x reader #jax x you #jax imagine

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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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HI REINAA!! sorry if im bothering you since ur busy w the series fics!! But i would really want to req another fic of sunoo hahaha. So reader is 8th member and pleeeaaadseee make it rlyy smutty!! It could be where yn teases sunoo during dinner and he gets hard then... but plsss make sunoo a sub in this thanks <3 (Fyi ur literally the best writer ever idk how u manage to write these so descriptively and managing to make me feel things LMAOO the other accs i follow wont reply my asks ☠️) thanks alot like alooottttttttt though!! <33

”Sunoo Baby.”

part 2 of “Ddeonu”.

Warnings: Sub/switch!Sunoo, Dom!Reader, unprotected smut, creampie smut, oral (both male and female receiving, demeaning behavior, submissive demands, ball tapping (you already know...), whining, hair pulling, smut dialogue, reverse psychology (not really but i dont know what else to call it.....you'll see what i mean) if you squint, there's a breeding kink....i think that's it.

You and the boys decide to grab a bit at a local hot pot eatery. No one knew of the event that unfolded the week prior of you and Sunoo's 'talk', and believe you, there were many more that followed suit.

.................................

"Look at how cute you look when you take in so much muscle."

"You look so cute when you cry."

"Get up, cutie."

..................................

You had to admit, Sunoo opening up and becoming fond of you allowed for a whole new version of yourself to rise. You loved his sassy and demeaning manners, the way he called you 'cute' and revealing how the more feminine side of your nature was something he had been wanting to see ever since the group had debuted. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders once you realized that all it took was for you to lighten up on your tomboyish persona, and be...well, a girl, for once.

But now you were comfortable. You gained closure and have little reason to expose that girlish nature, such as crying in the middle of the night, all because you thought a certain someone didn't like you. Well you were partially right, there was definitely a dislike, but it wasn't you, just your lack of girly attributes, and the reluctant hesitancy of doing what is the most commonly, demanding act in the industry, the 'ayego's.

Throughout dinner, you observed the way his sharp eyes flickered back and forth between black and hazel under the heat lamp. He was so beautiful. He told you of how important it was to not let anyone know of the secret love affairs that had been ongoing, so naturally that only meant he had to play the part well in acting out as a very nonchalant bastard. Trust you to say, he played the part well.

He'd glance over from time to time, even winking while everyone was nose deep in the menu's, but for some reason, you weren't feeling terribly satisfied. Sure it was nice for him to 'like' you now. One could even say that he cared a great deal for you, considering what he's said to you in bed. But there was something about him that you had wanted to pin down and crush; you're not exactly sure why, but now that there was closure between you two, you felt the need to establish yourself as the equal, especially since he caught you crying.

You ignored his advances, and even rolled your eyes at one point. He took note of your rather obscured behavior, and furrowed his brows in worry when no one was looking. You flared a side shoulder hunch while looking at him directly, mouthing the whispered words of "I'm going to destroy you."

Now Sunoo had an attitude of his own, but there was something rather peculiar when it came to someone matching his level. It's never happened before, yet he had to say, he was kind of digging it. He reaches below the table to gently tap his fingers along your kneecap, only for you to slap his hand way so roughly. Wincing slightly, he nearly gasps after witnessing your response to his touch.

"How could she?...."

He reiterates his action, only for yo to repeat your previous response and slap his hand away once more. Confused, Sunoo couldn't tell if he should have been offended or desired more of whatever game it was you were playing at. Something told him that it was the latter, and that 'something' was hardening under his trousers.

"Oh God..." he whispered under his breath, trying to shake his legs out strategically without anyone noticing. Nothing helped, even the cold ice water that he had 'accidently' dropped on his lap. The car ride home had to be the longest drive he felt in so long...

Once you all got back to the dorm, you bid goodnight and head to your room. Everyone else did the same, and went to sleep with fully tummies. Sunoo, on the other hand, was still hungry, and the way you had been treating him at dinner, he was famished.

Knocking on your door, he enters. "What's up with you? What was up with dinner?"

"Never mind. I'm going to bed."

"Why are you being so---"

"So what?....Cute?" you scoffed out as you raised a brow his way. "I'm glad we got to clarify our feelings, I just wish you could embrace my tomboy-ish ways just as you can with my feminine manners."

Sunoo gulps down a lump of saliva. "Well then...show me."

"What?"

"I got a taste of it at dinner...and....not gonna lie, I kind of want more." he admits, side-eyeing the wall out of embarassment. You never saw him this way, but considering he's loved on you for over a week now, maybe he really did see the light in all of your attributes, to include your non-girlish ones. Just to be sure, you put it to the test.

"Come here." you speak out in a rather high pitched, yet demanding tone. And just as you had suspected, he did exactly what you commanded. "Too easy..."

Grabbing onto his copper red hair, you pull his head back and expose that delicate throat of his. He gasps out with a masculine moan, yet it was as sweet as fruit nectar. You stick your lips onto the soft spot, and sucked profusely, just until a nice mark was left. "My territory." you exclaimed. You thought he would have bit back, yet you were somewhat surprised when he breathed out heavily and bid you to, "do more."

That was all he needed to say, and the tomboy sense in you reacted by pushing him down on your bedspread. You crawl atop of his broad frame, and perched yourself nicely on his groin. He whimpers out in feeling your pelvis grind against his sensitive member. "Aww...what a sweet face." you remark as you drag your finger down his cheek. You stand back up and with your arms crossed, you tell him to undress you...with his mouth.

You guide him with your words to start from the top, and work his way down. He removes your blouse, by kissing your belly button and grabbing hold of the material with his teeth, dragging it upward as he finishes in removing it. Your bra came off immediately after; your jeans were already removed before he entered your room, leaving only your panties remaining. Aiming to remove the last piece of cloth on your body, you tell him to...

"Get on all fours and take it off with your tongue."

He looks up rather bewildered and shocked, his eyes wide with a sense of wonderment. Nodding, he feeds his tongue in between where the cloth meets the plush lips that cradles your opening. God, it felt so good to feel that slick muscle squirming through, finding leverage to pull the material down.

Once he managed to find a way, he drags your underwear down your legs, the flat surface of his tongue grazes against the skin of your inner thighs and calves. Fully removed with you bare, you push him back down made haste as you crawled back on top, only this time, you didn't settle for his groin.

"Clean me real good."

Sitting on his face, his nose rubs the bud of your clitoris while his tongue shoves its way into your opening. He loops his hands up and over your thighs, grabbing hold of your derriere. You could tell by the way he slapped his palms on the cheeks, he was starving for you. You grab the front pieces of his hair and buried his face in deeper as you grind away, riding his tongue with a waving motion that made ocean water look stale.

"Oh my God! Keep going! Don't--don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

You incorporate a slight bouncing motion as you felt his tongue thrusting in and out. You reach behind and pin his hands onto your lower back, continuously coasting his mouth, leaving him no chance to rest.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!" you whimpered out as you glazed his entire face. He licks it up, starting with soft and tiny licks, resembling a puppy. "Lick it all up for me." you tell him, at that point the slight bit of his dominant side comes out, the side you were familiar with. You watched as he narrows his eyes, watching how the puppy grew into a fox and emitted harsh, long licks from top to bottom.

You adjusted your position and became parallel to his frame. Grabbing hold at the base of his shaft, you whipped his length around, tapping it roughly against your tongue. He winces in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure; the sensitivity was almost unbearable, and though it would have been pleasing for you to handle him gently, there was something about feeling the sting of this sensation that made him crave more.

"Ah!" he hisses, indicating the pain overriding all other sensations. "Wan't me to return the favor, 'cutie'?" your tone was somewhat condescending, yet he didn't care. He needed the release so badly, and you were the only one that could give it to him. Nodding frantically, he begs you to give him what he needed.

"Beg some more." you coarsely tell him.

"Oh fuck! Please....pl-please....please, y/n....I'll do anything, just...just fuck me to pieces already!"

You gave off small, subtle licks on the shaft, placing soft kisses up and down while twirling your tongue around the bulbous tip. "Whose the cutie now?"

"You are...AH!"

It was rather bold of him to be so daring, yet a quick slap of your palm reminded him that you weren't playing anymore games. After all, dare he tell others that he didn't like you? He barely knew you! How dare he cause you to cry? Then all of a sudden became our knight in shining armor and came to your aid. How dare he...call you 'cute'?

"One more time, who is the cutie now?"

"Fuck! ah! me....it's me!"

Another slap to his ballsack did him in, and you felt delighted upon hearing him say it. "Still want me to destroy you?"

In a flickering moment, his eyes narrowed down even more, like tight slits, they were sharp enough to cut steel. "Oh yeah..." in a blink of an eye, his deep tone loses all whine and desperation, his arm loops around as he nearly picks your entire form up in the air and slams you down on the bed, tumbling over you. The tables had turned.

"Should of destroyed me when you had the chance, cutie."

"Stop calling me that!"

You fling your hands up, yet he pins them down in an instant, allowing the masculinity of his boyish nature to come through. "Cutie, cutie, cutie. I'm gonna fuck you...cutie."

Your eyes widen upon feeling him rushing in. He didn't even take the time to ease his way through, instead, you felt the shoving thickness and length tapping in, breaking through your walls as the stretch causes your back to arch.

"Yeah...I bet that feels so good..."

"S-slow....slow...d-down......slow down!" you barely could catch your breath, yet he remained ignorant to your words and kept up with his momentum. "But you're so cute when I fuck around with you."

The moment he was all in, you swallowed your words as the new pace he took on made his previous one seemed much slower and easy. Bringing back his whiny voice, he whimpers out in a begging tone, yet still maintained control. It was all so conflicting the way he spoke with his actions not at all mirroring his tone.

"Oh baby...please...please let me feel good....let me cum."

"W-what....Ssssunoo......what....what are you doing....to me!?" you gasped out, a roaring and thrilling sensation of ecstasy punctures your gut each time he thrusts in. "Oh baby....cute baby....I wanna cum so badly....I wanna cum inside you.....I'll be a good boy."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hear his desperate please, yet he continued to fuck you like a raging bull. You couldn't make any sense of it, but it didn't matter. Between hearing his high pitched cries and feeling his cock rupturing your entrance, you could feel the eruption of a bursting orgasm reaching through, it was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

"Oh! I'm....oh my God you're going to make me cum!" you gasped out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you furrowed your brows and looked up with both worry and desperation, expressing both fear for pregnancy and hope that he would not stop.

"My girl, let me cum! Please let me cum deep inside, I promise I'll be a good boy, okay? Just please let me put it all in..."

"Ah! Sssssunoo! Baby!" you felt your cavity flooding out as a rush of warm liquid splashes against his thrusting member, squelching against your skin as he continues to move in and out.

"Please baby! I...I can't hold it in much longer!"

"No Sunoo don't!" you pleaded, yet your heart wasn't all in. You wanted him to, you needed him to do it. There was just something so enthralling about having your words flaring the opposite of your heart's content, much like what he had been doing.

"Oh baby I can't help it! I'm going to cum!"

"Oh please! Sunoo don't! You're going to get me pregnant!"

"Baby I can't stop!"

"Sunoo!"

Your thighs vibrate as you feel the warm liquid seep deep inside your wet muscles. Pleading him to stop, yet wanting him to give you his all had brought about the most intense sexual vigor that you never though existed.

"Oh fuck baby.....cutie....my cute girl...I'm cumming....I promise to be good, just please let me cum inside you everyday, okay?"

Kissing your forehead, he rode out his high and kept up with the psychological collision of being verbally submissive, yet physically dominating. Perhaps to others it wouldn't make sense, but for you and him, it was your own love language that you both developed and embraced.

"Fine...." you caught your breath and speak in a soft tone. "I'll let you do it, but you have to promise me you'll be a good boy, and listen to what I say."

"Yes...my cute girl"

"Don't call me cute...Sunoo."

"Then don't call me 'baby.'"

Rolling your eyes, you both chuckle as you nod in agreement.

Your bodies remained plastered as you both felt the strength of fatigue kicking in, knocking you both out. Just before you drifted off, you took one last look at him. "Sunoo baby...my Sunoo..."

Asleep, you lay soundlessly as he opens both his fox eyes, hearing you mumble those words in secret. "My cute girl."

-Fin

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megalony · 10 months ago

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Light Duties

This is an Eddie x Reader x Evan imagine, requested by anon. I really like this prompt/ idea and I hope you will all like it. Feedback is always lovely to hear.

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Summary: (Y/n) is put on light duties at the station when she's pregnant. But the boys start worrying when she becomes ill while on shift.

Enjoy.

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A soft smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she quietly walked into the locker room and noticed Evan slumped down on the bench. He had his shoulders hunched and his back arched forward. Both his knees were spread wide and he had a towel thrown over his shoulder. The vest and button up shirt laid neatly on the bench next to him gave away what he had been doing.

He had been down in the gym for an hour while they had time to spare between callouts.

Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) ran her fingers along the back of his shoulders and up his neck. She felt the way he shivered beneath her touch and he turned his head to kiss her wrist before she let go and moved in front of him towards the lockers.

"Can I help you?" Sarcasm dripped from Evan's teasing tone and he lifted his head up, his lips curved into a smirk on one side as he squinted over at his girl.

She was going into his locker.

"You can, actually. Let me borrow a shirt, please?"

When she turned to look at him over her shoulder, she already knew that batting her eyes had won him over. His smirk faded into a cheesy, warm smile as he tossed the towel down beside him and moved his hands to his knees so he could push himself up to his feet.

He sauntered over until he was stood behind her and Evan rested his right arm against a locker while his other hand cupped (Y/n)'s hip and he looked down at her with raised brows.

"And why should I do that?" He kissed the top of her head but (Y/n) had already found a spare cotton shirt in his locker. She pulled it off the hanger before she shut his locker and turned to face him.

"Because I've officially outgrown all of mine, and that is your fault."

(Y/n) jabbed her finger playfully into Evan's bare chest before she motioned down at her own shirt with a frown. A small huff escaped her lips when Evan let out a laugh and grinned. He may find this highly amusing, but (Y/n) didn't. She couldn't wear her own cotton shirts anymore because they wouldn't stretch over her stomach, so she had been wearing her button up shirts that gave a bit more leeway.

But now her buttons weren't doing up. She had worn her button up shirt for the morning but it was far too tight and she needed to change before she felt sick.

(Y/n) didn't have any other work shirts that were the right size, but lucky for her, both her men had a lot of work clothes that would fit over her six-month baby bump.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Evan pressed his back up against the locker and folded his arms over his chest, making no effort to move or look away.

He quite liked the view he was getting right now. He watched with a grin as (Y/n) unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it over to him so he could put it in her locker he was leaning against. His eyes remained glued to her frame as she stood in her dark navy trousers and matching blue bra. (Y/n) was lucky that when her work trousers wouldn't do up at the clasp, she had some elasticated trousers that were the same colour which she could use for work.

She knew she was lucky she was even still allowed to go out on calls at the moment.

Bobby was monitoring each call (Y/n) went on, she could go on the small, non-evasive callouts and help as a medic. But no heavy lifting, no going into burning buildings or evactuating dangerous situations. No going into the scene at a car crash, she had to stay on the side lines and await orders.

Restricted duties had never felt so boring.

"I won't be able to fit in the truck soon." (Y/n) cast a look over her shoulder when Evan wolf-whistled at her.

She was only joking, mostly.

She was grateful to still be able to work even if that meant stocking the trucks and the ambulance and tidying up or hanging back on most of their calls. She still got to try and help and be somewhat useful, and at least one of her boys was always on shift with her at the moment which was a bonus.

(Y/n) grabbed Evan's shirt and reeled it over her head, smiling triumphantly when she dragged it over her stomach and it fit. It felt a little snug around the waist but it fit and it was loose on her shoulders. As long as she could breathe and move without feeling like a belt was wrapped around her torso, she would be happy.

She tucked it into the hem of her trousers just as she felt Evan's hands clamping down on her hips. His chest pressed up into her back and he kissed the top of her head again.

"Lookin' good." He whispered quietly into her hair before he pulled back and leaned down to drag his shirt over his head and slide his arms into his shirt.

(Y/n) could feel him hovering close behind her when they left the locker room and headed over to the stairs. It seemed to take forever to climb the stairs and (Y/n) was suddenly glad they all lived in a bungalow. It didn't help that her headache was starting to come back with a vengeance and that combined with how lightheaded she felt made her feel like she had vertigo.

Evan's hands found her hips by the time they reached the top of the stairs and he gave her a tight squeeze before he veered off to the right to go and sit down at the table. While (Y/n) made a beeline for the fridge; she wanted a drink to ward off her headache.

It was no secret that the job they all had was stressful and time consuming and that meant they didn't always get to eat or drink regularly enough. (Y/n) had stockpiled the fridge with bottles of water and juice so if anyone wanted one, they could snatch one on the way to a call.

She had been collared enough by Eddie telling her she needed to drink more after she became very dehydrated a few months back. And she would be damned if she let that happen again.

(Y/n) barely had chance to open the fridge before her shoulders hunched up and she cringed when the alarm sounded.

She heaved the door open, grabbed a bottle of orange juice and shut the door just in time to come face to face with Bobby. He dried his hands, checked the oven wasn't turned on, and went to leave the kitchen until (Y/n)'s eyes fell on him.

"Am I on this one?" She had to have Bobby's express permission about which callouts she was allowed to join.

If she couldn't join, (Y/n) ended up tidying up the station, filing some paperwork and doing inventory. The station had never looked so organised since (Y/n) had been put on restricted duties and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was glad now that she was on light duties. These last two or three weeks had been tiring and (Y/n) was flagging. She was at the point of telling the boys they were right and she had to take things easy. The baby was draining her energy.

Bobby tilted his head up and paid close attention to the dispatch notes to see where they were going. An accident at a bike race downtown. nothing too serious or major, no threats. (Y/n) could join this one.

"Hop in the truck."

She smiled and nodded in response, letting Bobby speed in front of her before she followed along behind him. Evan was already halfway downstairs with Hen and when (Y/n) reached the stairs, Eddie was up from the sofa and stood behind her ready to follow along.

Her head tilted back to look up at him when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"Have you shrunk?" Eddie scrunched up her shirt and gave it a small tug as he raised a brow and quirked a smile.

"Quite the opposite," (Y/n) whispered back before she reached her free hand out to hold the railing as they made their descent downstairs.

"I told you." He muttered quietly as he followed her down. Eddie was the one who had been telling (Y/n) for the last few weeks that she needed to change her uniform and start taking things easy. She had been living in denial, desperate to carry on as normal with both her dress code and trying to do her part on the job. It looks like she would finally start to listen to him.

Eddie let his eyes dance across the station towards the truck everyone was aiming towards, and he let his gaze drift away from (Y/n) for a few seconds. But when he looked back down at her, he narrowed his eyes and reached his arm out to curl around her waist. She had slowed down rather than speeding up considering they needed to get into the truck and be on their way.

"Alright?" He mumbled into her hair as he glued his chest up against her back and let his hand flutter along the curve of her stomach.

She hummed and nodded, taking a deep breath as her fingers clenched around the bottle in her hand that started to creak and crumple from her force.

She had a headache.

Her head felt like it was slowly being pumped full of air and the feeling made her skin prickle and come over with shudders and a wave of heat. It was like an odd sense of a hot flush despite her fingertips being cold and a little numb.

She could feel Eddie's hand move to cup her hip when they headed over to the truck. Bobby was in the front with Samuel who was driving, Hen was in the ambulance and Evan and Chimney were already seated in the back of the truck.

(Y/n) tossed her bottle onto the nearest seat and propelled herself up but the moment she got into the truck, it was like her head suddenly weighed a ton. She reached her hand out and braced herself on Evan's knee so she could slump down into the seat next to him with a thud. Her head fell back against the headrest and she closed her eyes, clenching her hand around Evan's knee tight enough to make him frown.

"What's up?" He spoke loud enough to catch Eddie's attention who barely sat down before his head snapped up to look across at both his partners.

Eddie grabbed his belt and snapped it in before he leaned across with his elbows braced on his knees and his hands tight together between his thighs. He reached out and nudged his foot against (Y/n)'s leg when she didn't say anything and stayed rather tense like she was praying.

"Babe?"

"Just a dizzy spell, I'm good."

(Y/n) took a deep breath and released her grip on Evan's thigh and when she opened her eyes, she was relieved that the spots had vanished and her head finally started to simmer down. Her smile reassured the boys just a little but she could see the apprehension in their eyes.

She reached back and grabbed her belt, huffing and muttering a quiet 'Christ' when she had to wrench it to fit it around her stomach. She felt like she had gained three stone in the last two weeks but it was only because she hadn't had that many shifts. She hadn't even been in the truck on her last two shifts because all the callouts were 'too demanding' and serious for her to join.

"Have a drink." Evan reached out for her drink and held it out to her after she grabbed her headset and slumped them over her ears. He draped his arm around the back of her shoulders and turned to look over her head so he could see out the window.

"So, one more month, then you'll be leaving us." Chimney smiled across at (Y/n) from where he was sat opposite Evan, next to Eddie.

She only had one more month on duty, then she would be off on maternity leave. It would be too much stress and hassle working while she would be seven months pregnant. And Bobby had to pull a few strings to let Eddie and Evan both have the same three weeks off work for when the baby was born. It meant the station would be down three of their main workers.

There was a replacement in line for (Y/n) since she was having the longest time off and Bobby was currently searching for two people to come in for a month while the boys were off.

"You gonna miss me?"

"Don't know what we're gonna do without you."

A grin pulled at (Y/n)'s lips despite the headache flooding through her temple again when Bobby piped up and leaned to look in the back of the truck. None of them coped well when they had to have a shift or a change in structure or their team. It would take them a few weeks to get used to a new person being around, and then once they were used to it, (Y/n) would be back and everything would shift again.

"Baby you'll be sick," Evan mumbled against (Y/n)'s hair as he moved his hand off her shoulder and pushed the drink down before she guzzled it all in one go.

(Y/n) nodded and capped the drink, setting the bottle down beside her but she could feel Evan tutting into her hair. She had downed three quarters of it in one go. He knew what would happen, she would down it all and then throw it up, especially since it was orange juice and very acidic. It was what happened when she had morning sickness.

She would throw up, become thirsty, guzzle too much of anything and then throw it back up again because her stomach wasn't settled.

(Y/n) reached her hand up and held onto Evan's hand that was resting on her shoulder. She leaned back into him and closed her eyes, wincing every time the truck went over a bump that jostled her stomach and sent her head reeling. She managed to cross one leg over the other and reached her foot out until she could brush the end of her boot up and down Eddie's leg.

She prayed her headache would lift soon. (Y/n) almost fell asleep by the time to truck rolled to a stop at the park. She shuffled to the right as Evan unbuckled and patted her knee to let her know they were here. She stayed in her seat to let Evan hop up and lead the way off the truck, followed swiftly by Chimney.

A gentle smile lit up Eddie's face as he took off his headset and removed his belt. He pushed up and leaned over (Y/n), swiping the headset from her ears before he squeezed her thigh, muttering a quiet 'come on baby.'

(Y/n) grumbled but complied, unclipping her belt as she shifted and cracked her spine back into place. But when she opened her eyes, her heart jumped up into her throat.

She couldn't see.

Horrible black and white spots sparkled in front of her eyes like shimmering diamonds, covering over half of her vision until she could barely see Eddie stood in front of her. Just when Eddie went to climb down, he stopped and turned back around when (Y/n)'s hands clamped down on his wrist and yanked him back to her. A panicked gasp caught in the back of her throat and her nails scratched into his arm and made him shiver in panic.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Eddie turned back to face her and crouched down until her knees pressed into his chest and he could smooth his hands up and down her thighs.

"I- fuck!" (Y/n) kept her hand deadlocked around Eddie's wrist but she moved her other hand to furiously rub her eyes and try to apply some pressure to her temple to see if it would help. Her head tilted back in the seat and she took a few deep breaths to see if it would do anything to make the air disappear and clear the spots from her eyes.

"Are you having pains? Baby look at me please." He pushed up to crouch over her and pinched her chin in his hand while his other hand moved to try and get her to open her eyes.

(Y/n) didn't want to open her eyes in case the spots danced in front of her eyes again but when she dared to open them, a sudden wave of relief overtook her. She could see him again. The spots felt like flashing blinkers that were fading into the background. They became little dots and flickers that she barely noticed and she could see her loving partner hovering over her with a very panicked expression.

"No… oh, just a bad head. It's going now," She tried to smile and released the grip she had on Eddie's wrist when she realised she was squeezing him a bit too tight.

"Baby you should sit this one out-"

"Hey, what are you two doing? Come on, we gotta go." Evan hopped up on the bottom step and leaned into the truck far enough to swat his hand down on Eddie's backside. He grinned at the glare Eddie shot his way over his shoulder and reached out for (Y/n)'s waist when she stood up and held his shoulder as she bypassed Eddie and climbed down.

"She's not feeling well."

(Y/n) pressed her lips together tightly, praying Bobby hadn't heard Eddie's little remark. She didn't need him telling her to sit this one out when she was already here now. There was no point sitting and waiting in the truck feeling like a useless, spare part. She wanted to help while she still could.

Moving to the side of the truck, (Y/n) opened up the hatch and grabbed the medic bag but she barely hooked the strap over her shoulder before Eddie stood in front of her. She thought he was about to tell her to hang back but he just stared her down with a silent, unhappy expression before he took the bag from her and slung it on his shoulder.

"Hey-"

"You're carrying enough already, come on." Evan pressed his hand to her lower back and nodded at her to start walking.

She was about to tell him she wasn't carrying anything at all until she realised he was referring to the baby. Her hand absentmindedly moved to rub along her stomach as they walked just behind the rest of the team.

They cut across the grass and bypassed the crowds hovering around so they could get onto the track. They were in the local park. A bicycle race had taken place this morning but someone had crashed and caused a pile up. Another station and another two ambulances were in tow just behind them to help as they were told they had a few casualties.

"Alright, spread out team you all know what to do. Direct anyone that can walk over to the medic tent set up across the field. Shout when you're ready to transport."

Bobby waved his hand out as a signal for everyone to pick a casualty to help. They needed to get everyone prepped and stable to be transported down to the hospital if they needed treatment. A few of the bikers could get away with a bandaid or a few stitches here and now.

"Off we go," Evan whispered quietly against (Y/n)'s temple as he handed her his medic bag and moved to help Chimney.

(Y/n) took a deep breath to fight off her dull headache and plastered a calm smile on her face. She looked around before moving towards a man sat next to his bike. He looked rather calm and relatively unharmed, she could patch him up and send him over to the paramedics at the tent. It didn't take long to get his broken hand in a splint, bandaged up and him sent on his way to the medical tent for another quick observation.

But once he was off, (Y/n) bowed her head and pressed her hand to her back.

She felt sick.

Her head was swimming. She wanted to throw up, sit down and go to sleep all at once. The spots were coming back in front of her eyes. Little flashing sparkles glazed across her vision and made her head ache and spin and twist horribly. It felt like someone was hitting her repeatedly with a hammer. Maybe she needed another drink. Maybe she was coming down with something. Perhaps she needed to take things a bit slower from now on.

"Oh no- no, someone else can treat me."

Her head lifted up and she looked around to search for the owner of that voice. Whoever it was sounded angry, disgusted and full of sizzling pain.

Her eyes found Hen, knelt down beside a man who was laid just off the side of the track. He was propped up against a tree, both hands cradling his leg as he groaned and tried to stop fidgeting and moving around. But when he looked back up at Hen, he shook his head and leaned away from her. He was refusing to have her treat him.

Hen groaned and turned to look over her shoulder and when her eyes locked with (Y/n), she waved her over.

"Oh God," (Y/n) mumbled quietly as she straightened up and moved her hand from her back to cradle her abdomen. She tried to plaster a smile back on her face as she slowly walked across the grass verge towards them with apprehension in her steps. This didn't feel like it was going to go over well.

"This is (Y/n), is she more to your liking?" The sarcasm dripped from Hen's voice but she did well to control her expression as she got up and backed a few feet away.

He looked to be in his mid-twenties, his helmet was tossed on the floor beside him. He had a very deep gash cut through the back of his knee and it was bleeding out. He needed a turniquet on his leg to stem the bleed, some morphine and they had to check his artery wasn't cut in the process. Then he would have to be a priority to head to hospital to be stitched up.

(Y/n) leaned her hand on the tree and carefully lowered herself down on her knees next to him. She landed with a thud but it felt better to be knelt down than to be stood up with a what felt like vertigo overwhelming her.

"Sir, can I take a look at your leg?"

"God, don't you have any real medics in your squad?"

"I beg your pardon?" The headache pounding behind her eyes got worse and (Y/n) leaned back to rub her hand across her temple. She wasn't in the mood to have some racist, mysoginist demand the best help they had when he wasn't in peril and they were all perfectly adequate at their jobs.

When he refused to answer her and didn't even bother to look at her, (Y/n) turned to look up at Hen. Was he being serious? Was he really refusing their help, refusing treatment, because they were women? What time did he think he lived in, the nineteen-twenties?

"Diaz." Hen waved her hand over towards Eddie who was pointing someone in the direction of the paramedics.

"Diaz? What kind of name is that? Where's he from?"

A frown formed on Eddie's lips and he planted his hands down on his hips as he walked over towards them. He stood behind (Y/n), close enough that he could feel her shoulders pressing back into his thighs. He caught his breaths back and looked between both girls as he waited to be told what was going on, but they didn't need to say much. Their expressions told him they had a tough patient here.

"My dad's Mexican," When the man tutted, Eddie almost smiled. "My mother's Swedish, would you like me to help you with the Swedish half… although I don't know which half that is." Eddie held his hands out before he placed them back down on his hips. This man wasn't going to be satisfied with anyone but a white, privellaged male doctor with an old fashioned name.

"Oh come on, get one of the professionals-"

"Sir, you have three trained medics here trying to help you." Hen jutted a hip out to the side and clasped her hands together in front of her to stop herself from going off on a tangent.

"Trained? He's from the boarder, I don't want to guess where you're from and she's as good as a hormonal teenager. Should she even be here in that condition?"

A rumbling set in around them as the atmosphere changed and all of them could feel it. (Y/n)'s eyes widened and she turned her head to look behind her up at Eddie. He was fuming. She could see his hands starting to shake and his jaw tightened until his teeth were grating together and clicking from side to side. The end of his nose crinkled and he took a very deep breath to calm himself down before he said something he shouldn't.

"I'll inform my Captain that you've refused medical treatment. Feel free to sit there as long as you like." The smile on Eddie's face was laced with sarcasm while he reached down and picked up (Y/n)'s medic bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"I didn't-"

"Sir, you've turned down three medics, not to mention you've just insulted each of us. We have other patients we can tend to." Hen picked up her own bag and turned to find another patient.

When (Y/n) turned to the right, Eddie reached his hands out in front of her to offer to pull her up.

His hands curled around hers and he effortlessly hoisted her up to her feet. Once she was stood in front of him, his hands moved to hold her hips and he smothered his lips against the back of her head as he turned her around and started to guide her away. He wasn't having her around someone like that, he was getting aggressive and that was a danger. And if he refused all three of them, then he was refusing to accept treatment and they couldn't force him to accept their help.

Someone would come along who he was happy with and then he would get the help he needed. Eddie would keep an eye in this direction and tell Bobby what had happened. The man might be satisfied if Bobby helped him since he was a Captain, or they could send Evan his way.

Eddie kept his hand against (Y/n)'s lower back but just as they walked towards the middle of the field where Bobby, Chimney and Evan were all grouped, (Y/n) stopped.

She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth while her other hand clamped down on her hip. (Y/n) turned her head to the left and closed her eyes, doing her best to take in a deep breath and ward off the sudden wave of sickness that washed over her.

"You okay babe?"

"Hm." (Y/n) nodded, keeping her eyes closed as she swallowed and gulped a deep breath but it seemed to make her feel worse.

Her hands moved to grip her thighs and she doubled over, leaning as far forwards as she could to throw up onto the grass. She felt Eddie's hand curve round from her back to hold her hip and his other hand moved to grip her hand in case she lost her balance.

Her throat burned when her lunch crawled back up along with all the fluids she had tried to drink this morning. When she couldn't stop heaving, her stomach twinged and pulled inwards as she gasped for a proper breath.

"Try and breathe for me baby… let's get you back in the truck." Eddie rummaged around in the bag on his shoulder and found a wad of gauze. He handed it out to (Y/n) when she finally stopped being sick and she took it gratefully. His hands cupped her hips and he gently reeled her back up, letting her lean back into his chest while his eyes locked with Evan.

"Are you alright?" Hen bit the corner of her lip and smiled sadly at (Y/n). She had given the boys a reason to end her shift early. She couldn't stay on shift when she'd been sick.

(Y/n) couldn't find the will to speak but she managed to nod her head, covering up a wince when it made her head spin.

"We're almost done here, why don't you wait back in the truck?" Bobby's words were an order, not a suggestion and (Y/n) knew it. She let Eddie walk her back to the truck and when she got up, she felt like someone had drained her into a puddle.

She barely heard Eddie whisper to shout for him if she needed anything and she didn't realise she was nodding and smiling until his touch retracted and she was suddenly alone. Her head slumped against the window and her hands rubbed up and down her thighs until she was scratching her nails into her thighs through her trousers.

She didn't feel good.

It didn't take long for the team to finish up and pile back into the truck. Chimney drove the empty ambulance back to the station while Evan, Eddie and Hen rode back in the truck with Bobby and (Y/n).

(Y/n) felt Eddie sit down next to her and she didn't say a word when he pulled her belt round and placed the headset back over her ears. But when he pressed the back of his hand against her temple, (Y/n) grumbled and pulled away. She slumped her cheek onto his shoulder and curled her hands around his arm. She just wanted to get back to the station and try to sit down and have a drink.

"You're flushed," Eddie commented quietly while he moved his fingers to grip her wrist and feel her pulse.

"It's just a headache." She murmured into his skin while Evan sat down on her left and moved his hand to hold her thigh. He took to looking out the window, he knew it was pointless trying to argue with (Y/n). He would talk to Bobby when they got back about taking her home and he and Eddie wouldn't give her a choice.

She needed to rest.

The journey felt a lot less frantic than it did earlier because they were taking a slow ride through traffic. No sirens wailing trying to deafen them, no sharp corners or twisting stomachs from the speed and sharp bends they took. Cruising in the truck felt a lot nicer. But (Y/n) could still feel every bump they went over. She could feel the jolts shooting up her spine and her head lolled back against the seat until it felt like she had a concussion.

When they went over a particularly hard bump, (Y/n) opened her eyes, unable to hide her groan when she realised the dots were blurring her vision again.

Her hands moved to run down her face before she leaned her head back and moved her hand to grip and pull on Evan's arm.

"I- I'm gonna be sick!"

"Cap, pull over, (Y/n) needs to get out." Evan reached his arm behind him and swatted his hand on Bobby's shoulder to grab his attention. They had nothing in the back here for (Y/n) to throw up into and no equipment to help her if she needed a drink or fluids or an exam.

Eddie swiped the headset off his head and did the same to (Y/n)'s before he got up and opened the door when Bobby pulled over on the curb. Eddie hopped down and turned around just as (Y/n) and Evan stumbled out. He was surprised how fast (Y/n) moved but his arms reached out for her when she doubled over and threw up when she barely got onto the pavement.

"Alright, baby let's sit you down." He kissed the back of her head and slowly lowered them both down until they were kneeling on the floor. While Evan moved to stand behind her, both his hands gripping her shoulders to try and give her some comfort.

"Hen-"

"I'm on it." She rounded the side of the truck and grabbed one of the medic bags from the compartment before she moved to kneel on (Y/n)'s other side near Evan.

Eddie placed a monitoring clip on her index finger while (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head back into Evan's chest.

She let Hen take her left arm and slip a blood pressure cuff up around her bicep. The tightening, numb feeling made her head spin and sent her stomach jolting again. Having her blood pressure taken always made (Y/n) feel like her arm was being chopped off and it made her hand go numb.

"BP's elevated and pulse is racing." Hen slipped the cuff off (Y/n)'s arm and listened to her heartbeat. She tried to keep a calm expression, despite feeling both men staring into her when she moved the stethoscope to press it against (Y/n)'s stomach. "Fetal heartbeat sounds good."

Evan sighed and kissed the top of (Y/n)'s head, smiling into her skin as he whispered a quiet 'baby's good' into her hair.

"It's h-happening again."

"What is?" Eddie looked (Y/n) up and down before he glanced up at Evan but his expression was blank, morphing into confusion. Neither of them knew what she was talking about.

"Spots." (Y/n) flailed her free hand around her face until she could point to her eyes. She tried to open them but all she ended up doing was blinking furiously like she was trying to get sand out her eyes. She couldn't see properly. Black spots were dancing across her eyes like they had earlier in the truck with Eddie. She was either going to pass out or she was having vision problems as a sign for something else.

Her hand gripped Evan's wrist on her shoulder when Hen leaned over her and lifted her eyelid so she could flash a light across her pupils. "I think you might be developing pre-eclampsia."

"Dispatch, this is Captain Nash. We're going to redirect to Mercy General, we have a firefighter down. Please advise a midwife to be on standby." Bobby placed his free hand on his hip as he did a quick sweep around. Chimney would be back at the station by now which was a good thing, he could man the station while they turned right and made a quick stop to the hospital.

"Let's get you back inside, babe."

Reaching down, Evan looped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s arms when Eddie and Hen held one of her hands each. He bent his knees and slowly pulled (Y/n) up until she was back on her feet but his lips pressed together tightly when her head fell back on his shoulder and a groan tumbled past her lips.

"Don't you pass out on us, hm?" Evan pecked her temple and turned her around to face the truck. His arms cocooned into her waist and his hands held her stomach.

He could feel Hen hovering nervously behind him while Bobby got back in the truck and Eddie climbed up in front of them so he could reach down for (Y/n)'s hands and pull her up.

Once she was up, (Y/n) let her head slump forward into Eddie's chest and her knees caved. She didn't feel Evan digging his hands into her skin as he pulled her back into him and twisted to the side to ease her down into one of the seats. They strapped her belt round her and Eddie let her head slump back on his shoulder so she wasn't at risk of falling forwards and crumpling over like a piece of paper.

Evan kept one hand on (Y/n)'s stomach while he stretched his other arm across the back of her and Eddie's seats. He leaned forward to kiss the back of (Y/n)'s head while Eddie brushed his thumb across her jaw.

"What're we gonna do with you, hm?"

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Bas, I love your writing so much!!!! Im kind of embarrassed to say I have notifs turned on for your posts. I've never requested one, and I know you're probably inundated, but if you are interested, would you do nanami and 44 for the kiss prompt ask? I think it's tentative kisses in the dark?

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Character: Nanami Kento Reader: gender neutral (ambiguous body and presentation, no gendered pronouns) CW: reader is wearing glasses, alcohol (both reader and Nanami were drunk prior to events of fic) Word count: 1560 Prompt: Tentative kisses given in the dark. A/N: After a horribly long break, I am finally pecking at the very old kiss drabbles request. If you're still here, Anon, I'm sorry for the unplanned long wait. I hope you will enjoy this little Nanami treat as much as I enjoyed writing it 🤭 jjk masterlist // ao3 version

The atmosphere was so dense it could be cut with a knife, and the unsettling environment was just a rather minor cause to blame. With nothing but cold hatred he felt towards the wannabe-suburban train stations, Nanami would still take its whole gamut of nuisances, if only he could face it alone.

In contrast to the cold and alien station hall, your presence wasn't unpleasant or unwelcome—but the two of you wanted to be somewhere else so badly it was almost written on your faces. What a misfortune, not only you had been assigned a mission in the same area, but also both of you had missed the last train back to Tokyo, ending up stuck all alone for a few hours to come.

Seated in an appropriate yet painfully close distance, Nanami was staring at the departure board, stubborn, motionless, as if a wrongly paced blink would delay the next train for an extra hour. Hands crossed in his lap, he fiddled with thumbs and fought against the urge to whistle or hum, anything to tune that deaf silence down. You both had attempted to lead a conversation, and both had failed miserably. Words possibly couldn't glue together, and your eyes kept wandering everywhere but each other's paths, what an unbearable pain in the ass.

Nanami had at least the barrier of his glasses providing him succor, but what he could hide from you, had just been drilling him from inside instead. Whenever his glance grazed over you, the memory of the tangy taste of your lips, pressed against his and followed suit by a brush of your warm, wet tongue, hit him like a jackhammer. Even the dim, industrial lightning around had nearly the same taint as that izakaya you had gathered in to celebrate another week of life. A cheap bar, cheap cigarettes filling the air, cheap sake burning your throats—and hasty kisses exchanged through the stolen minute of solitude, awkwardly, leaving strain in his knees as he had leaned over the short table to reach you.

Truly a spur of a moment, caving to his repressed yearning, a decision a drunk fool had made with consequences sober he had to face.

"Express train to—" Timeworn speakers barked into tar-like silence and the both of you jerked up and bumped your elbows. Nanami mumbled an apology, barely audible amidst the recording still echoing through the hall, and forced himself to look at you, as sincerity demanded.

You were hunched-up in your seat, hands rubbing your tight-crossed arms, literally an inch from trembling, no mantle or even a scarf whatsoever. He had noticed you had been dressed a bit too light for a night to spend on railway station, of course he had, but the thought had been pushed at the back of his head as he had squared himself up for a different kind of battle.

Now shame was burning his ears brighter than embarrassment. He had been sitting there all cozy while you suffered right by his side, within an arm reach.

"Do I look that bad?" You snorted, tad forced, as you eyed him struggling with his jacket. "I'm not freezing, don't—"

"I have a pullover." Nanami, dry as ever, threw himself over your words, and pushed a just stripped mantle into your lap.

You opened your mouth, ready to battle for your point, but immediately shut it under the weight of his gaze sneaking over his glasses.

Nanami immediately averted eyes but couldn't cover his ears from you as you, prolonging it awkwardly, cleared your throat, "Hey, lemme at least repay?"

An even dryer response was forcing its way to his lips. Nanami didn't need anything from you, desperately didn't want anything from you, but he couldn't quite bring himself, despite everything, to push you away, "I could use some coffee."

Not until you had got busy with the vending machine at the other side of the hall Nanami let himself take a deeper breath. The low thudding of his pulse drowned all the other sounds: his heart was racing so much he feared it might break free out of his chest and chase after you. He expected as much, the sight of your figure hunched under his jacket could be only powerful beyond imagination, so close and dear, and burning his eyes as you returned closer, with two paper cups in your hands.

"You look quite pale yourself," you tease, unconvincingly with the way your throat squeezed around words. "You sure you don't want your jacket back?"

Wary of the risk of your hands meeting, Nanami took his coffee and muttered a dry thank you. You hunched up again in your seats, the expected express train stopped with a screech somewhere behind your backs, but no one followed the arrival nor the departure.

The hall remained empty and tense.

Coffee from the vending machine tasted horrible but it was warm and helped keeping lips busy. Nanami sipped on his half-heartedly, focused on easing pulse and breath, against his thoughts racing towards the memories he would gladly already forget.

What now? What were you going to do with all of this? Should you act as if nothing ever happened? How can you ever act as if nothing ever happened?

"Nanami—" Your voice caught him off-guard, with a cup right by his lips. His hands budged, some coffee spilled down his chin and dripped on his pullover.

"Ah shit, I'm sorry!" You sprung to your feet as if it indeed was your fault, fumbling with pockets of an unfamiliar jacket, finally seizing a handkerchief out of one. He tried to wipe himself with just a bare hand—but with a surprising resolve you pushed it out the way and dealt with the mess yourself.

"I'm alright," he tried to answer the unspoken question, couldn't bring himself to. The gentle but determined touch of yours left him paralyzed, enchanted, from toes to lips, itching at the faint memory of the kiss you had shared.

The lamp over your heads flickered and your hand dabbed closer, from his chest to his throat, then his chin. Nanami's breath hitched, audibly, tickled at the tips of your fingers gently drying the last droplets of long-forgotten tasteless coffee. The sensation was familiar, was wrong, so inappropriate, so shameless in its simplicity.

You shouldn't do that to him.

And he couldn't hold himself any longer.

Through the thin layer of handkerchief Nanami kissed your fingers, from tips to knuckles, and nuzzled his face into your palm. Begging internally for you to slap or punch him, he wandered towards your wrist, breathed the sweet scent of yours he had learnt by heart the day he held you close for the first and only time. He felt your pulse racing under your skin, swallowed its rhythm like starved, latched on this little vibration with his eyes closed, awaiting the inevitable doom and punishment.

The lamp flickered, power whined in cables and died, leaving the both of you in darkness right as your lips finally met again.

At first you bumped into each other awkwardly, glasses against glasses—the obstacle you tore out of your way almost simultaneously. In contrast to your first kiss, you moved carefully, barely brushing your lips, constantly asking, and never quite answering, and sharing breath in between chaotic breaks.

The unpleasant, chemical taste of coffee seemed to work against you—but as the even worse taste of sake hadn't stopped you back then, you quickly ignored it this time too. Nanami sipped it from you as if your mouth was filled with rose water, gladly swallowing your tongue finally pressing against his. Not until then he had dared to touch you, to pull you closer by the skirts of his own jacket, one hand cradling the back of your head. You snuck fingers into his hair; your nose brushed cute against his as you tilted head to the side, finally losing yourself into the sensation and pulling him into it with you.

The light flickered again, the hum of electronics returned, but you remained linked, catching up on days lost for the awkward dance of adults too skittish to be adult—until sharp fire in lungs forced Nanami to pull away.

With a thin string of saliva still connecting the two of you, you were heavily panting a mere inch away from his face. He felt your moist breath against his skin and already starved to steal it again—but, fighting against himself, he brought the same coffee-stained handkerchief to your lips and dabbed them dry.

You exhaled through your nose, amused, and repeated his gesture from earlier, peppering his fingers with soft kisses.

"It tasted…horrible," Nanami broke the silence first after you recollected yourselves, words faster than the second thought. "The coffee, I mean."

"The kiss too," you admitted and tossed your cup into the nearest trash can, somehow not spoiling the remaining coffee. "How can they sell this crap to people?"

"I feel I owe you a proper one." Faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Nanami dared to scoot closer. You nuzzled towards him too, sharing the much-needed warmth eagerly now. "Once we're back to Tokyo, I'm taking you to a good place."

"It's a date?" The warmth in your voice, the timbre he loved so much, returned, no remaining trace of embarrassment left.

"It's a date. With breakfast."

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