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It Is What It Is || Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

AN: So this turned more into a mini novel, but I really really like how it turned out and I hope you guys too. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!


It was your last year of high school, something you thought was supposed to be terrifying, but only ended up being amazing. This year surprised you the most, you were offered a place at the university you wanted, you had held outstanding grades, and you had some of the best friends in the entire world.

There was one best friend in particular that you had, who had made the last four years of your life beyond amazing. Who had turned your world upside down with his smile and made it something you could have never asked for. There was so much he gave you, and you would never be able to thank him properly for everything he had done.

Jung Hoseok had become your best friend in your freshman year, and it had stayed that way since then. The only difference between now and then, was now you found yourself lost in his eyes, waiting for every moment that he laughed so your brain could play it on repeat and you could listen to it forever. You had fallen in love with your best friend, and you loved everything about him.

Your attention drifted from the notebook you were writing in to the teacher who was standing at the front of the class. Even though your thoughts were elsewhere you were still managing to copy down the note to review for later. Multi-tasking was easy for you, especially when it involved thoughts of Hoseok.

As the teacher continued to drone on and on about the topic that you were studying, your eyes flickered up to the clock and you realized just how close class was to ending. Everyone around the class had already started packing up their things, and some people were even sitting with their heads down, not paying attention to the last few minutes of the lecture.

You decided it was time for yourself to pack up so you finished writing the last sentence for your notes and closed the front cover of your notebook. The teacher was about to start speaking again before the bell rang and you were dismissed from class. Student after student began rushing out of the class and you calmly followed the crowd.

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Title: In The Early Hours
Pairing: Bodhi Rook x Reader
Genre: Comfort/Fluff
Warnings: Feels sad man, language
A/N: Thank you so much to my child @bodhi-imperial for the ideas/inspiration, ur a precious peach and I lov u. This one isn’t in first person but could easily be a sequel to Between the Sheets. I wrote both as stand-alones, but either way! It’s open to interpretation. I’m also putting all of my fics below the “read more” from now on, since it can be frustrating on the dash. :-)

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Next Door Playboy

Part 2

Jeon Jungkook - You

Genre: Fluff/Suggestive Themes

Word count: 1,158

A/N: I am back! ^^ Please don’t ask for another part, I might write it if I feel like it should continue but for now I am satisfied…. Anyways  Heize - Shut Up & Groove (Feat. DEAN) is what I listened as I wrote this so….

>Part 1<




Patience is a virtue, but persistence to the point of success is a blessing, says Peter’s Law number 17 of the Creed of the Sociopathic Obsessive Compulsive.

A blessing for who? Is it for the one who is persistent or for the one whom they are trying to persuade?

“Open up! I know you are in there!”


I don’t know about that, but it is definitely not a blessing for an outsider who had to listen the one sided conversation for almost half an hour.

So when I got the phone call that was asking, more like begging, for help, my job as an outsider was turned upside down and I was forced to become an active participant rather than an observer.


Spare keys, the black cap and phone.

Leaving the window open, out from the fire exit right next to apartment and back inside from the front door.

 


I was afraid it would become a habit.

“Excuse me?” I asked as the woman continued to hit the door “What are you doing in front of my house?”

She turned around with a mad look on her face, her small red bag dangling on her shoulder, her skirt short enough to show the tattoo near her hips, a mesmerizing shape.

“What?” she asked using the same tone she was using a minute ago “Who are you?”

“I should be asking you that.” I said furrowing my brows “Do I know you?”

She looked confused for a few seconds and stumbled back, clearly intoxicated. “No?” she replied in a questioning manner.

“Then why are you trying to break my door?”

I could see my words were settling in as her face flushed a bright shade of pink.

“I thought this house belonged to him. Are you his new girlfriend?” she asked a few seconds later, this time a little bit annoyed.

“Who? Sweetheart I have been living in this house more than three years and as far as I know, alone.” I replied taking out the spare keys “Are you sure you are fine?” Her eyes closed and opened slowly as she shook her head.

Well even if she was, after I treated her like she was some kind of lunatic she wouldn’t be on her best condition.

“I am so sorry.” She bowed and turned towards the stairs “I probably got the wrong building.”

“It is okay. Bad day?”

“You have no idea.” She replied smiling slightly as she climbed down the stairs.

“It’s late, don’t walk around at this hour.” I said behind her back “Take a taxi!”

“Will do!” I heard her reply before opening the door and getting in.

My hands searched for the light switch inside the dark room that was illuminated by the city lights that came through the window without a curtain, only to come in contact with a body.

With a yelp I turned around and hit the man, which was standing behind me, lightly.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

“Is she gone?” he asked as he walked towards the couch, chuckling. “Don’t open the lights. I like it when it’s dark.”

“You owe me another one.” I said following him.


Remember when I told that I was afraid it would become a habit? ‘It’ being me coming to rescue when he was having a girl problem, every other week.

He would come home drunk, with lipstick stains and hickeys in the middle of the night, his clothes messy, sometimes torn and he wouldn’t leave the home next day.

Sometimes one of his countless lovers came, searching answers for questions that were never asked in the first place.

And that is when he would call me, begging for me to pretend and save him.

It was a routine now, one that stopped a few months ago, to my pleasure. But apparently they started again.

“It wasn’t me this time.” He replied, laying down “She is a girl one of my class mates had a thing with.”

“Care to explain why she was here than?”

“You see,” he started tearing his gaze away from the ceiling and patting the place next to his head for me to sit “I am such a great friend and I let him use the house while I was away. I don’t know what happened between them though. You know I stopped playing around.”

I knew that.

After almost a year of us being close friends I knew that. I just didn’t know why.

He was more quite now, woke up earlier, came back to home right after school and I even caught him studying one time. He was playing the nice guy for the past month or so and even though it felt different I liked the change.

“Why didn’t you open the door and explain this to her?” I asked as I sat down on the couch and not beside him. He shrugged rather than replying with a disappointed look on his face.



“But hey, you are here now.” He smiled “Should we watch something?”

“Jungkook I have to finish my project.” I replied with a sigh.

He looked at me with defeated eyes and a cute pout.

“Oh come on, we can’t see each other these days anyway, just stay for a couple of hours.”

“Hmm what is that, looks like the infamous bad boy, Mr. I-don’t-need-friends-as-long-as-I-have-a-fun-night missed me. Is that why you wanted me to come here and help?”

“For the record I like spending time with my friends.” He scoffed “But keep on dreaming love.”

For the first time that night I thanked the stars he wasn’t able to see my expression clearly due to the dark environment after I heard the pet name.

“Anyway.” I got up “If this is all and you won’t create another problem for tonight, I am out.”

“No promises.” He smiled “But are you free tomorrow?”

“I have classes in the morning, I am free after noon.”

“Let’s visit that new Chinese restaurant down the road.” He followed me to the door as I slipped my shoes on.

“Sure.” I replied going out to the empty apartment corridor, only to stop for a few seconds, trying to understand if I heard him right or not, before coming to my senses as he closed the door behind my back, laughing.

“It is a date then.”




Aaaaah young love…..said the 19 year old….

So what do you guys think? Was it good?? I might or might not write a part 3 for this but even if I do it will not be in near future so please don’t ask me about it ^^

Though I am thinking about making a Boy Next Door series for BTS…Should I?

Well if you guys could give me feedback I would be grateful!


Please know that English is not my first language so if you see a mistake you can message me privately.


The story is mine. Do not copy without my permission.

Anyway thank you for reading. Have a nice day!


-Eris

Nicknames Part 3

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Words: 1276

Summary: Filming for the Pilot episode continues, and the Reader gets one last nickname.

Part 6 in The Future Series.  Read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here.

This one is mostly Jensen fluff, not that I thought any of you would complain. ;) And the picture will be explained shortly. :) Enjoy!

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Prompt #28-Golden

Hey loves, I got a wonderful prompt idea from octaviabrittany a while back. Thanks for this idea girl! In this prompt, the Devil’s world is flipped upside down. Instead of having a three year relationship with German, Ahsha has been with Derek Roman for three years. German is a creepy guy that she met in college but he recently got a job with the Devils.

This is the prompt I had trouble finishing yesterday. Thankfully, I was able to finish it with a little inspiration from another show. ENJOY! 

The light from the sun, warmed Ahsha’s back as she laid in between the plush pillows.  Smells of maple syrup, bacon and homemade biscuits filled the air. Ahsha smiled to herself as she felt one side of the bed dip under Derek’s weight.

“Good morning,” she murmured, still basking in the night before. After three years together, Derek finally asked for her hand in marriage.

Ahsha had met him in her sophomore year in college after winning courtside seats to a Devils basketball game. After the game, she met the star player and when he asked for her number she refused. Derek Roman didn’t have the best reputation when it came to women and Ahsha wasn’t going to be another notch on his belt. Five months later, they ran into each other again at the Farmer’s Market.  Derek loved getting out and enjoying the beautiful city while also connecting with people. He got lonely in his mansion without anyone to talk to besides his chef and the occasional groupie he invited over. The second meeting between Ahsha and Derek resulted in them building a friendship before dating a whole year later. After graduating from college, she moved into an apartment and began her master’s degree in Advertisement. They took their relationship slow and it seemed to work best that way. Derek was irresistible to many but Ahsha played hard to get with him for the longest. When she finally gave in it made Derek the happiest man in the world.

“Morning beautiful,” Derek grinned, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Sleep well?”

“I sure did,” Ahsha replied, moving in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. “I’m starving.”

“I am too,” Derek whispered against her ear, his lips trailing to her shoulder where he nipped at her skin.

Closing her eyes and leaning back against his chest, she began, “About that…I was thinking we could hold off on sex until we get married.”

The mood was officially dead. Derek rested his chin on her shoulder as he tried to hold back a laugh. “Really Ahsha? I know it’s almost April 1st and all but that’s a bad joke.”

“I’m not joking babe. I want us to be strong emotionally and on a mental level before we take this big step,” she explained, turning to face him.

“Um, I think after three years we’re pretty strong on all levels,” Derek insisted, pulling at a strand of Ahsha’s hair. “We wouldn’t last a month.”

“I think we could if you really put your mind to it. Please try…for me,” she begged, sticking out her bottom lip.

“Ugh, okay. You better be glad you’re cute,” Derek answered with a slight chuckle. “Alright, we can give this a try I guess. I still don’t think it’ll last but we’ll try.”

Ahsha laid across his chest and traced his abdomen as she spoke. The large diamond on her finger glimmered in the light of the sun. “Thanks for understanding. To keep our minds off sex maybe we can do other things, like visit the museum, go to the zoo and take in some movies. There are so many other ways we can bond without having sex.”

“Like I said, we can try but I guarantee we will fail miserably,” Derek added, running his fingers through her hair. “I have practice later and maybe we can take in a movie when I’m done.”

“Sounds like a plan. Now let’s go eat,” Ahsha explained, sliding off the bed and grabbing her robe.

……………..

Straight out of college, Ahsha was hired on as the assistant director of the Devil Girls dance team. She had interned with them for two years before they decided to hire her on to help Olivia Vincent, the head director. Although Ahsha would have enjoyed dancing on the team, she wasn’t allowed to be a dancer while dating a player. Olivia rewarded Ahsha by allowing her to be the head choreographer on top of her assistant director duties.

Ahsha’s desk was full of costume ideas, future choreography plus themes and music. It was a complete mess but she found this was the only way she could function. “Whoa that thing is glittering from all the way over here. Congrats on the engagement,” Olivia beamed, entering the spacious office. “I may have to ask Chase for a bigger ring to compete with yours.”

“Ha! Thanks Liv. It’s actually a little too big for my taste but I’m getting used to it,” Ahsha replied, closing her laptop and resting her chin on her fists. “What’s up?”

“We have a new guy that just started today that Oscar wants everyone to meet. He’s downstairs in the Playground,” Olivia explained, twirling her wedding ring around her small finger.

“Yeah sure. I can take an earlier lunch I suppose.”

The two women headed towards the elevator that would take them down to the underground club. The Devil’s Playground was where all the action took place and where most of the trouble occurred. A large crowd of people were gathered in the middle of the room when Olivia and Ahsha entered the Playground.

“Oh there you two are. German, these two ladies are the master minds behind our dance team. They’re the reason the Devil Girls are known worldwide. This is our new team physical therapist, German Vega,” Oscar announced, introducing the two directors to their new fellow employee. Too bad one of them already knew him…very well.

“I’m Olivia Vincent and this is-“

“Ahsha, wow you look-I wouldn’t have even noticed you,” German expressed, his eyes widening as he took in his ex-girlfriend’s appearance. “Nice to meet you Olivia.”

“Good you two already know each other,” Olivia added, throwing an inquisitive look at her co-worker.

“Yeah, she’s an old friend,” German answered, his eyes still on Ahsha.

Ahsha knew she had to say something to break the awkwardness forming in the room. “Congrats on the new job.”

“Thanks. I’m happy I get to work with my favorite team. Such a blessing,” German replied, smiling from ear to ear. Ahsha immediately caught on to the double meaning.

“That’s good to hear. I’ll see you around.” She couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. Having her ex-boyfriend back in her life was a complete nightmare. They didn’t end on the best of terms and he had texted her a month ago saying he could possibly be interviewing with the Devils. She never told him that she was the assistant director of the Devil Girls because she knew he would try even harder to get a job with the organization. Now that he was actually inside the arena, she wanted to bash her head against the wall. German would definitely be on her tail now since he was close to her. Why did she have the worse luck?

“Hey baby,” the familiar voice called out. Her instant headache began to subside as she turned around to face her fiancé. “Where you headed off to with that frown on your face?”

“Back to my office,” she answered innocently. “I’m about to take lunch, you wanna join me?”

“I would but I have a meeting in the next hour or so. We’ll catch up later tonight,” Derek said, kissing her cheek.

………….

As Ahsha cleared her lunch from her desk, she heard a light knock at her door. “Come in.”

“Nice office.”

Recognizing the voice, she quickly turned around in her seat. “What…what are you doing in here,” she asked, feeling as if her privacy was being invaded. “Okay, I see we will have to set some boundaries. Just because we work in the same building does not mean we need to visit with each other. I would be perfectly fine if we didn’t even speak.”

“Don’t be like that Ahsh,” German pleaded, running his fingers over the trophies on her shelf. “I can’t act like we don’t have history. You’re going to act like we didn’t date for a year?”

Ahsha stood to her feet and leaned on her desk. “I don’t give a damn what kind of history we have. That history went out the window when you slept with my best friend. I have nothing to say to you German.”

“So that year in college meant nothing to you,” he pressed, now sitting in the plush chair in front of her.

Narrowing her eyes until they were almost slits, Ahsha spoke between her teeth, “No.”

German tried to hide the hurt but it was all in his eyes. “Wow. Well I beg to differ. That year was the best year of my life.”

“That’s enough, I would like for you to leave my office please.”

“You know I still love you and if you give me another chance I coul-“German stopped midsentence once Ahsha slammed her left hand on her desk. The large diamond jumped out at him like a large billboard screaming she was no longer his. She had moved on to someone else while he still wanted to fight for her. “You’re engaged.”

“Yes, and I’m very happy with him so you won’t be needing that chance with me again. Goodbye German,” she spat, shooing him away as she sat back down in her office chair. Crossing her legs, she gave German the most sinister glare she could muster up.

“Who is he,” German questioned, the hurt clearly etched on his face.

“That’s none of your business. Do I need to have security remove you from my office? That wouldn’t be a good look on your first day.”

That last warning had German standing to his feet. “I’ll see you around,” he threw at her as he turned his back to leave.

She had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last of German Vega.

……………

Since Derek had a meeting that would last into the evening, it was the perfect time to get extra work done at the office. Ahsha’s desk needed serious organizing and now was the best time to do it. Plugging her iPod into her ears, she began swaying to the sounds of Jill Scott’s Golden. Her life truly felt golden and she couldn’t complain. Perfect job, man of her dreams, good health and family. That’s all she could ask for and she had it. The lyrics and beat caused her to move her hips as she began filing away loose papers. The song took her back to cleaning up on Saturday mornings with her mother. Sloane was a huge Jill Scott fan and they would listen to her albums as they did chores and worked in the garden.

Ahsha got really into the song and began singing, not realizing how loud she was until she turned to find her fiancé standing in the doorway. A big smile spread across his face as Ahsha snatched the headphones from her ears. “How long were you standing there,” Ahsha asked, smiling shyly.

“Long enough to hear your beautiful rendition of Jill Scott,” he answered sarcastically. “The meeting ended early.”

“Oh, that’s good. Did you want to go out to eat tonight or cook something up at home?”

“Eat out,” he winked as he closed the door behind him and slowly approached his soon to be wife from behind.

“Derek,” she whined, sinking into his embrace.

“Ahsha,” he mocked, rocking them back and forth. “Everyone is gone and I couldn’t help myself after watching you and those little moves.”

“We’re supposed to wait until our wedding night,” Ahsha replied, wrapping her arms around his. “Plus, I wouldn’t dare do that in my office. Someone could walk in on us.”

“I locked the door so problem solved,” he whispered in her ear, laying a light kiss against her skin.

“Remember you promised that…” Ahsha began but her voice trailed off as Derek’s lips grazed her neck, causing the familiar quiver between her legs. Maybe they wouldn’t last until the wedding. Hell, they didn’t even have a wedding date set yet. “Okay, maybe we can start after we set the date.” As she turned in his arms, his hands traveled to her firm backside.

“Oh, but weren’t you the one saying we needed to connect on an emotional level,” he teased, squeezing her bottom.

“I mean…we still can take in a movie and do other couple things. Sex is just a perk,” Ahsha hinted, raising a brow.

A mischievous grin graved Derek’s face before he turned her back around and walked her towards her desk. She grunted loudly as he bent her over the glass surface. “Hey, I’m trying to organize this stuff,” she laughed as papers went flying to the floor. A knock at the door interrupted their little moment. “Who the hell is that? I thought you said everyone was gone.”

“Well I thought so,” Derek snapped, zipping up his pants. “Who is it?”

“German.”

“What the entire fuck,” Ahsha growled under her breath. She turned into another woman when people messed up sexy time with her man.

“Who,” Derek asked, cracking the door.

“Oh I was looking for Ahsha,” German replied, peeking between the crack of the door.

“Ahsha is busy, may I ask who you are?”  It was obvious the two men hadn’t met yet from Derek’s reaction.

“I’m German Vega, the new physical therapist for the Devils,” he said.

“Okay and I’m Derek, her fiancé. Nice to meet you,” Derek hissed, clearly getting irritated with the stranger on the other side of the door.

“Derek, I got this. Excuse me,” Ahsha cut in, pushing Derek to the side. “German I thought I told you to stay away from my office.”

“I didn’t like how we ended on bad terms earlier. I came by to apologize,” he expressed, still staring at Derek behind the door. Ahsha rolled her eyes and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her. “That must be your fiancé.”

“Yep and you’re not starting out on his good side right now. Look, I will not have this discussion with you again. Do not come by my office. Do not speak to me. Do not go around here acting like we’re the best of friends. If you can’t respect that then I’ll have to turn you in for harassment and I have no problem doing that,” Ahsha warned. “I’m being very nice to you and I want to keep it that way instead of getting ugly.”

“It’s hard knowing you’re in the same building when I’m still in love with you.”

“Well go work with another team. Your fault,” she snapped turning on her heel.

Once she was back in the office, she spotted Derek standing in front of the large windows. His jaw tensed as she shut the door. “Ex-boyfriend huh?”

“Yea, sadly. He just started here today.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Derek was bothered by the fact that German was working in the same building as his fiancé. He wouldn’t admit being annoyed by it but Ahsha could tell without him saying a word. Hell, she’d be annoyed if one of his exes became a Devil Girl. “You don’t have to worry about me running off with him. Trust me, I’m not happy that he’s working here either. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I kinda forgot.”

“Naw, I’m not mad about your ex being here. I’m pissed that he interrupted what I was getting started,” Derek chuckled, changing the subject. “Why would I be worried about him when I know you’re coming home with me? He stays in his place and I won’t bust in his face. That simple,” Derek replied, pulling Ahsha into his chest.

“Here’s to hoping you don’t have to bust his face. I told him to lay off and that I’m happy with someone else.”

“Mmmm, good. Now maybe we can pick up where we left off when you get home,” Derek insisted, capturing her lips in soul luring kiss. Deepening the kiss, Ahsha stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around her love’s neck. Nope, they wouldn’t make it to their wedding day.

……………

The fireplace was lit, the bottles were popped and Ahsha and Derek were enjoying each other’s company in the mansion’s den. After a long day at work, they both needed a moment of relaxation. As Derek massaged Ahsha’s tired feet, she explained how she met German and why they didn’t last. Although Derek told her it didn’t matter because he was in the past, she insisted that she tell him anyway.

“We met at this party in college my freshman year and it went from there. I thought he was all that and more until he slept with my best friend. He was dating us both at the same damn time and it went right under my nose. I dumped him and didn’t see him…until now. It sucks that we’re working for the same organization,” she explained, frowning in disgust. “But I don’t want you to think that him being around means I’ll let him back in. I love you and German can’t change that.”

“I know,” he added, placing her foot back on the floor and laying down next to her. “And I love you.” Ahsha’s sweet smile only warmed his heart even more. “Which is why I’m going to honor your wishes about this no sex thing. If that’s what you want to do then we’ll do it.”

“Awww babe, thanks for that. I know it’ll be rough for both of us but I really want to give it a try. And it’s okay if we don’t make it until then, at least we can say we tried.”

“So let’s say we accidently didn’t try tonight,” Derek implored, leaning into her lips.

“Derrreek,” she sighed.

“Alight, alright, alright,” he laughed. “I’ll go get a board game.”

…………

4 months later

Hand rested upon her growing belly, Ahsha flipped through her recent book of choreography. The Devil Girls were going to have a busy few months with many appearances and traveling. Ahsha had her work cut out for her with wedding planning, a baby on the way and Devil Girl events. Being pregnant wasn’t her plan but like she thought, it was difficult to wait out on sex. They lasted an entire week before Ahsha was the first to break. One day she literally attacked Derek in the shower and two months later she found out she was pregnant.

“Ahsha,” came a voice from outside her door.

“Come in,” she replied, already knowing who it was. “What do you want?”

“Just wanted to drop these off to congratulate you on the Devil Girl’s winning that award the other day. I’m sure all the credit goes to you and your choreography,” German said, putting the bouquet of flowers on Ahsha’s desk.

“Thanks but I can’t accept these from you,” she replied, pushing the vase back in his direction. “I’m not trying to be rude. I-me accepting these from you will just have you thinking there’s something left of us. I appreciate your congratulations though.”

“Ahsha…”

“Please leave,” Ahsha pleaded, running her hand over her stomach. “I can’t be under any extra stress right now.” German’s eyes widened as they fell to the small bump hidden behind a large, flowy shirt.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispered in horror, his hands falling to his side.

“Yes, I’m just starting to show so it’s hard to hide now.”

“Is there a problem here,” Derek asked, stepping into the office with his glare on German. “Hey baby.”

“Hey,” Ahsha muttered, leaning back into Derek’s embrace as he put a protective hand over her stomach. “I think you should leave German.”

With the happy couple standing before him, German picked up the vase of flowers and walked out of his ex-girlfriend’s office. Hot tears began to roll down his cheeks as the feeling of regret panged in his chest. He had lost her for good.

Ahsha was living her life like it was golden, and it wasn’t him making it shine.

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Daddy 5SOS Preference: Daddy's Home!

Can you do a Daddy 5SOS Prompt where the kids are relatively younger and get clingy when the guys come home from a tour?

A/N: CUTEST. PROMPT. EVER. I sat in the library and grinned like an idiot as I wrote this. Enjoy!

Luke

Leaving for tour used to be easier for Luke. Not that it was easy – not by a long shot. Leaving your friends and family so you can go from unfamiliar place to unfamiliar place would never be easy, but it used to be easier.

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Ereri for the dialogue thing!! :D “Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”

“Levi?” Eren called out, searching everywhere for Levi but there was no trace of him or his xbox anywhere. Following the sound of frustrated groans he ended up in their bedroom.

“Hey Levi, have you seen the– Oh” Eren was cut off by yet another scream coming from the lump of blankets on the floor.

“Levi?” Eren said questioningly, unable to believe the sight in front of him.

Levi was on the floor, he’d somehow moved the xbox and their TV into the bedroom, he was covered in pretty much all the blankets they owned and the weirdest part of all this, was the tissues thrown everywhere around him.

“How long have you been like this?” Eren asked, dropping in a crouch in front of his husband and taking in his tired eyes and red nose, reaching out to check his temperature and coiling back instantly because of how warm Levi was.

“Babe how long have you been sitting here like this?” Levi wasn’t giving any kind of reaction so far, just continued to key smash, sniffing every few seconds. “Levi?”

“I don’t know, ma– ACHOOO!” Levi sneezed and the proceeded to lie limply on the floor, groaning.

“Why didn’t you call me? I’d have left work earlier.” Eren said as he tried to lift Levi off the floor and onto their bed. Levi didn’t struggle at all and one he was in bed, Eren asked “Still doesn’t explain how the xbox got in here and since when do you even play?”

“You wouldn’t come home.” Levi said with a little sniffle and started drifting off.

“Well honey, I’m home now. Why don’t you try to sleep and I’ll wake you up when I have some soup done.” 

“Mmm’kay.” Levi replied blearily. “Love you.”

“Me too sweetheart.” He said as he kissed his forehead and Levi had already fallen asleep.

Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I’ll write you something happy/light-hearted