#upper 2 x reader

[theonlysunbreather]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 tension between you and your new EyeDoctor!Douma 𓏲ּ𝄢

EyeDoctor!Douma who you saw for the first time during your yearly check in at your doctors appointment. not your usual female doctor this time. but an extremely tall male with a long burgundy trench cloak with golden embroidery coming down from his neck to the middle of his back. strange, arent all doctors here supposed to have the same uniform? he looks like the odd one out.

EyeDoctor!Douma who very unexpectedly happened to assist you that one time during your yearly visit there, despite him walking from area to area seemingly busy and not even sparing a casual glance, making you think he isn't your usual doctor for this appointment, as if doctors know who their patients look like at all.

EyeDoctor!Douma who approached you just in time while you were daydreaming and staring at the floor in the waiting room. you didnt see him until you saw a flash of burgundy in sight. you quickly look up, revealing-

stunning pastel eyes. a fond, attractive smile stretched across his angelic face. the fair skin makes him breathtaking, along with his smooth, silky platinum blonde hair being the cherry on top. all of a sudden you feel incredibly self conscious of yourself in contrast to a handsome grown man looking down at you that way.

"my my, are you alright, darling? my sincere apologies if i startled you." the male says in a fond tone, still smiling.

"oh..yeah, i wasn't really paying attention." your chuckle nervously but sheepishly, managing a shy smile. jesus, those eyes. piercing right through you.

"i could tell," he continues staring, then tilting his head. "well, should we get going with your check in?" he perks up, causing you to immediately stand up and nod at your lack of self awareness. earning a simple response of "alright" that sounded like pure velvet that you wouldnt mind listening to for hours. but all you do is walk behind him to your check in room like its an ordinary day.

EyeDoctor!Douma who you emotionally can't be kept in a room alone with. not because you neccesarily have feelings for him, no way! but because, such a tall and dominating, beautiful man makes your nervous system recalibrate. how can you act normal? because as soon as your in and sit on the patient chair against the wall and hear the shut click shut, it feels like the temperature has dropped by ten degrees and the atmosphere has sensed change and drastically shifted for whatever reason. tight. suffocating. trapped. silence. too much silence and space. its all unfamiliar. almost like the tension in the room has automatically risen to a concerning level, from nothing.

mabye it is just you.

EyeDoctor!Douma who's face your always avoiding to look at because it makes you self conscious and incredibly nervous. every glance he takes when asking a question about when your last appointment was, what the problems are with your current glasses, how long you wear your current glasses for, feels like going into the unknown.

EyeDoctor!Douma who's pale, slender fingers smoothly and professionally type away on his keyboard, eyes focused on the screen of your credentials. such stunning hands hiding in those long cloak sleeves of his.

EyeDoctor!Douma who's huge broad back faces you when he momentarily leaves to grab your details from the printer outside the room. that cloak stretched along his broad shoulders, surface area incredible.

EyeDoctor!Douma who you accidentally make split second eye contact with when paying for your new glasses while walking towards the exit. strolling casually, your mind, no doubt, is racing with the image of those intense pastel eyes piercing through your soul, making you squirm with embarassment, like the pair of eyes are still watching you through your own head.

you certainly do don't want to see him next appointment.

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my note:

finallyyy EyeDoctor!Douma is here!!! im gonna love this series

[theonlysunbreather]

when its time to measure your glasses fitting measurements with your new EyeDoctor!Douma ..

part 1 here

as you both sit down opposite eachother in the small corner near all the glasses displays, your father is sitting a few feet away in a row of chairs against the wall behind you, likely not being able to see much do to you blocking the way, but thats a good thing since he's probably uninterested as it is.

Your doctor holds them out for you, to which you reach out and take them, as per usual, hesitant to be in such close contact with another person as youve always been. your nervous system is simply sensitive to personal space. but oh, just as you take them a bit too quick, your forefinger glides against his thumb on the frame. yet you of course act like nothing happened! unfolding your new black, simple glasses, you put them on comfortably and your vision improves by a trillion. its like you snapped back into reality and theres things that werent even there before at all. like the details on the table inbetween you and your doctor, the overhead lights having a more circular shape rather than an uneven oval one. and how much more handsome your doctor looks...not that you'd admit it at all, of course! but instead of making your vision better, the new details on his face make you self conscious once again. especially been only a few feet away from him, its just such a sight to be in close presence as someone attractive.

"they feel okay?" he murmurs, momentarily giving you goosebumps as you nod quickly. "you can see well?" another nod from you. his fingers go along the rims of your new glasses to behind your ears, checking for comfort or anything to note.

he retreats them, taking a small white ruler and putting then beneath the rim of your glasses, one eye closed. "look into my right eye for me" he says slowly, to which you do. youve never seen such beautiful eyes before, but boy is this casual eye contact making your stomach do backflips! a small part of you hopes that hopefully that same eye doesnt look right back into yours. the idea of it feels like a crime on behalf of your nervous system! even just doing what he says by looking into his eye feels like enemy territory.

"phenomenal! now look into the left for me.." he moves the ruler to the right side of your face now. time feels like its frozen and on top of that, its incredibly silent aswell. but its not the awkward type, since your in the public common area where theres other eye doctors roaming freely, meaning the atmosphere is simply just still. after a few seconds, he places the ruler back onto the table, resting an elbow on the table with his face resting in his hand almost lazily, and leaning towards you. his voice, for some reason, momentarily lowering, "your fortunate! you just so happened to choose the glasses just right for your face as i have no adjustments to do on the frame heater. unless of course, they feel uncomfortable." he says, that voice of his as smooth as silk with the combination of his face being angled towards you with a pleasant smile plastered on it. that deadly combo makes your insides short circuit as you stare right back despite the gnawing flutter and sparks igniting within your chest at the appealing sight infront of you! causing your nervous system to pulse with uncertainty for safety. why was his tone, his voice, lowered? was it because of your father being a few feet away? but why is that?

jesus, he really doesnt have to look that good. he really doesnt, hes your doctor after all!

your eyes dart everywhere at the same time, "well...i-i think there okay.." you say, supressing the urge to express your panic as you feel the temples on your glasses, pretending to be checking for discomfort. "i-i they feel fine." you say, your eyes finally gliding back towards his. but wait, your peripheral vision did not miss the fact that his eyes were pinned on your the entire time throughout those few seconds, once again causing your chest to tighten, heat rising up your neck. all of a sudden you know that feeling of unmistakeable warmth forming. oh no. this can't be happening, even just the idea of being red infront of someone remotely attractive never fails to consume you with the dreadful feeling of defeat and helplessness.

"great! that means we've saved a ton of time, so your able to pay for your glasses, if your father's ready, that is." he speaks with indulgence, still in that same position with his face in his hand. his smile more..enticing.

poor you! theres simply no way of holding back your own emotions anymore, your human after all!

your cheeks flame with colour, head tilted to the side as you call out for your dad, who likely woulnd't suspect a thing right? since he's quite old. atleast one thing is right. you dont dare look back up at the horrendous sight infront of you as you stand up, along with your doctor. you follow him as he leads the way to the reception as its only a few feet behind you in another room, your mind racing.

standing behind your father as he pays, you dont glance up again. only when your father walks to the exit which is right next to the reception. once you feel the long awaited fresh air against your skin, you take a chance, as final glance. a harmless one.

turning your head towards the window to your side, your met with him, but this time, its not a smile on his face. only a small, knowing smirk tilted at the corner of his lips. though, the worst part is his eyes. there incredibly low, and almost alluring but at the same time expresionless. your head snaps back forward, heart starting to race once again. you shouldnt have done that! you knew you shouldnt of, that it was simply too risky, but oh well. some lessons are learnt.

as you sit back in the car once you and your father reach the distant parking lot, theres a tiny part of you that almost feels sinful to have, because that part of you wouldnt mind seeing him again. though of course since eye tests are yearly.. mabye it wouldn't hurt to ask your father to change your glasses early?

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my note: yay finished another doctor douma fic. give me scenarios anyone im in love with him!! also though... i wouldnt mind getting my eyes checked by him..