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MarcoxReader - Blushes and a Sick Marco!You were worried. Worried sick would be the right term, if it wasn't for sickness causing your worries. Yes, your friend Marco was sick. Apparently, enough to not answer your calls. You had called three times, once before work, once during lunch, and once when you got off. You thought it may seem a bit needy, but you were sure he'd understand. After all, he wasn't the type to get sick often. So you made sure to head to his place and check on him in person.
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Grabbing the extra key that he kept under welcome mat, you unlocked the door and headed in. His house was tidy as usual, nothing really seemed out of place. You sighed and shut the door.
"Marco, it's me _____! Are you here?"
No answer. When you heard something in the bathroom you decided to check it out. The worry must've gotten to you because you forgot to knock first. You found him, in the worst possible way. Naked. In the bath. He was laying down, tired eyes shut, that is until you barged in, cheeks a sickly pink. Those cheeks mad
Bad Day Snuggles|MarcoxReader
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Bad Day Snuggles
Marco Bodt was always there for you. It was so comforting to just have that tiny little voice in your head whenever you were having a shitty day that Marco was going to be there at the end, lifting your spirits.
Marco was always there, his arms extended and ready to envelope you in his warm embrace.
"Marco..." you murmured, rubbing the gauze over your wrist. Marco's attention from Jean was quickly subsided as he saw your frown. A concerned expression crossed his face.
He shared a knowing glance with Jean, and Jean nodded, hopping off Marco's bottom bunk bed. "Come here," Marco said, opening up his arms. You charged for him, burying your face in his chest and hugging his torso tightly.
"I cut myself again in training," you muttered. Marco laughed lightly. "You need to be more careful next time, (y/n)." he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.
Already, you felt more positive. A weak smile crossed your face as you looked up at Marco with your
This Pain (Levi x Reader) RQYou watched grimly as soldier after soldier filed into the infirmary. Some had sustained only minor injuries – cuts, bruises or broken bones. Others, however, had to be carried, screaming in pain from severed limbs, or already unconscious from loss of blood. So many, you thought sadly, another expedition a failure.
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You got to work, guiding soldiers to different departments depending on the severity of their wounds. You had been charged with the minor injuries, while the worst were left to your superiors. You were glad you had not been forced to bear that weight. Too many times had men died under your care, men who trusted you, who believed they would live because of you. You felt your eyes grow hot, tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. The last five years had been filled with so many losses. When will it end?
As your [e/c] eyes scanned the crowd, your gaze fell on a man by the door. He leaned against the wall, eyes downcast and deep in thought. You re