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gavisfanta · 3 months

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Hello :) could you do a story where Fermin come home from practice and he is clingy/ can’t stop kissing the reader ? Please :)

THOUSAND TIMES - FERMIN

summary: fermin comes home from practice and you see his soft side again

warnings: none

a/n: shorter story but its cutee

Fermin was at practice, the house was empty and you missed his touch.

Not in a sexual way, quite the opposite.

The two of you have only been dating for a short time so you're still very "lovey dovey" as Gavi likes to call it.

You always laughed at him, however, he was right somehow.

The beginning of relationships are always very affectionate and shy, then you grow closer and get a bit more comfortable around eachother.

Even tho Gavi has never been in a relationship before, he somehow gives the best advice about love and relationships.

Fermin and you can thank Gavi your whole relationship, he was the one who interduced you to eachother.

Gavis and your family have known eachother for years and of course every week there was a party at one's house.

Usually it was theirs, Gavi and you were close immediately, since you two went to school together it was easy for you two to get along.

As Gavi got older he started playing football more intensively. The two families often met up to go and watch Gavi's game where you saw Fermin for the first time.

On the field however he looked very scary to you, might had to do something with the age difference between you two.

Two years now isn't much, but it used to be back then. So whenever Gavi was hanging out with Fermin, you stuck with Aurora, playing with her.

After a few years, when you and Gavi were both 18, he decided to interduce you two, he felt like you and Fermin would get along well because your personalities were quite similar.

Gavi wasn't exactly wrong but the things between you and Fermin didn't work out at first. Provoking, pushing and fighting were the perfect words to describe your 'friendship' with Fermin.

The day that changed whatever was going on between the two of you was a party you three went on.

Let's just say the night ended with you being in Fermins bed with hickeys all over your body and no clothes on.

Then the day after the party was rather awkward than comforting, because of what was supposed to be a one night stand between friends turned into much more.

Gavi couldn't stop laughing as soon as he found out that his childhood bestfriend had hooked up with his other childhood bestfriend.

For the two of you it was pure horror, Gavi made you two hang out the entire time and after some while you discovered that you had feelings for him.

Now you were standing there, waiting for him to come home from practice.

To your surprise in that seconds as you thought about him the front door opened.

"Amor I'm home." Fermins voice echoed throught the house as the door closed shut.

"Finally" You said and walked over to him and hugged him. Fermin wrapped his hands arpund your lower waist and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"I missed you." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. Wrapping your arms tighter around his neck he smiled a bit.

"Let's go and lie down. I'm so tired." He mumbled and you couldn't help but smile at his soft voice, he was always so sensitive after practice and you loved when he wasn't so cocky.

Although you found him so hot when he was cocky it was good to see Fermins other side for an evening.

So as you and Fermin walked up to your bedroom he followed behind you, he couldn't leave his hands off of you andas you fell onto the bed he hid his face in the crook of his neck and started planti g sloppy kisses on your neck again.

He pulled down your black shirt a bit so that he could kiss your collar bone.

You giggled as he started sucking on your sweet spot while you started scratching his back with your acrylics.

He moaned against your neck and you couldn't help but smile while you pulled up his shirt so that you could scratch his bare back.

"I love you Y/n, did I ever tell you that?" He mumbled as he pushed himself over you and put his head on your chest.

"A couple of times." You smiled as you watched the soft side of Fermin being all clingy with you.

"It seems like not enough." Fermin said and stood on all fours over you, then he grabbed your waist and pulled you further down on the bed. You just watched his face as he then dived into your neck and took his hands to tickle your stomach.

"Fer- stop-" You laughed as he kissed your neck and you couldn't stop laughing.

Then after like 5 minutes of you just laughing and him admiring the way you moved and the way your eyes looked he finally stopped.

You breathed heavily and Fermin then leaned down to kiss you on the lips. You melted into him as you finally relaxed after being so tensed up from laughing all the time.

Fermin hummed as you ran your hand through his hair while his lips were still on yours. Then he pulled away and you looked into his eyes. Those brown eyes you could get lost in for years.

"I love you and I'll tell you a thousand more times if i need to."

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noor-kazem · 9 months

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أكون دفعة واحدة كما لو كنت مقطوعة بفعل الأضرار، مثل النسيج المنحل بلمس الخيط- لا تنتهي ذكرياتي بتزاحم العزلة الكثيفة، كيف يمكنني تحمل الانسحاب من العالم ،حقًا رميت تلك الكرة منحنى ملحوظ ما زلت غير متأكدة من كيفية الضربة الأولى.

I am all at once as if cut by damage, like fabric unraveled by the touch of string - my recollections do not end with the dense crowds of solitude, How could I bear to withdraw from the world, Indeed I threw that ball a remarkable curve Still not sure how to first hit.

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Bir anda hasarla kesilmiş gibiyim, ipin değmesiyle çözülen kumaş gibiyim - Bitmiyor anılarım yalnızlığın yoğun kalabalıklarıyla, Nasıl dayanabilirim dünyadan çekilmeye, Gerçekten de o topu müthiş bir eğriyle fırlattım. Hala ilk vuruşu nasıl yapacağınızdan emin değilsiniz.

#isolation thinking

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader : TIKTOK DANCE

*Mia decides to do a viral tiktok dance with this song 👇🏼* idea from @hoodharlow 💕

“Mommy, can we do a TikTok dance.?” Mia asks you, walking into the living room.

“Oh yes.” You answer excitedly. “Which one baby?”

“This one.” She hands you the iPad, and goes to your private family account and shows you what trend she wants to do.

You don’t give the kids any screen time during the week, but on the weekends you let them use the family iPad for an hour give or take.

When Mia or Ezequiel are on tiktok it’s usually supervised, you and Jack make sure they watch appropriate content.

But you have been playing that song a lot when you and Mia run errands. Plus her godmother recently did a song with him. So when she met him backstage at Coachella she fell in love with his blinged out spider man chain.

“Okay, this seems pretty easy. Who does what?” You ask her, as you set up the iPad.

“You, then me.”

You two were practicing for a while until you got it right. Just when you were about to film the actual video, your favorite boys walk in.

“What you doing momma?” Ez asks, looking at the set up.

“We’re gonna do a video, Cheesy.” Mia answers for you.

Jack and Ezequiel sit down on the couch and look at the both of you waiting to do your thing.

“Compa que le párese esa morra, la que anda bailando sola.” Mía sings loudly with her eyes closed while the both of you dance.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT, NO NO NO.”

You and Mia freeze.

“What? What’s wrong?.” You ask him confused.

“My daughter singing and dancing to that song is a big no.” He stands up, shaking his head. “And to the song of the one guy fans are shipping you with, nope.”

“Babe-“ You chuckle at his silly jealousy.

“I said no Y/N.”

“But daddy, it’s just a song.” Mia shrugs, but is amused by her dad’s reaction.

“I said no Alize Mia Harlow.” Jack says more sternly.

“WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN??” Mia yells, pushes at his stomach and runs off crying, you could only assume to her bedroom since after a few seconds you hear a door slam.

You glare at your husband. “What is wrong with you?”

“She’s six, she doesn’t need to be dancing and singing to that. I know what it says.”

“Oh so you know fluent Spanish out of nowhere?” You take a deep breath. “Why aren’t you letting her express herself creatively? She’s having fun, we’re having fun doing a silly TikTok trend.”

Jack shrugs and sits down next to Ez who’s just glaring at his dad. “She can express herself with another song that isn’t his”

You roll your eyes, look at your son “Earmuffs mijo.” Ezequiel covers his ears.

You glare back at your husband. “Jackman, be fucking for real right now!!!! You’re getting mad at our daughter over something silly.”

You look back at Ezequiel and nod, he then uncovers his ears. “Let’s go check up on sissy, while your dad thinks hard about his actions.”

You are entering Mia’s bedroom and you see her sitting on the middle of her bed looking sad.

“You okay sissy? Dad was big mean.” Your son runs to your daughter's bed and sits next to her.

Mia only shrugs.

“Baby bug, daddy didn’t mean it.” You sit down next to her and brush her hair out of her face.

“He yelled mama, he never yells.” She says through hiccups.

You sigh, “I know baby, maybe he needs a nap time.” You hug her.

“No excuse mama, he needs to use soft and nicer words.”

Just then the door opens. “You are one hundred percent right Mia, I should use nice words.”

“You hurt my feelings daddy.”

You and Ezequiel are hugging Mia, and staring at Jack.

“I’m so sorry princess.” He’s walking towards the bed and kneels on the floor, his elbows touching the mattress.

“It was just a silly thing I was feeling and I took it out on you. Which is never acceptable.”

Mia nods. “I forgive you.”

Jack smiles sadly at her. “You can go back to doing your video.”

“I do it with yous Mia.” Ezequiel cheers and hops off the bed, Mia following behind him.

Now it’s just you and Jack in Mia’s bedroom, you’re staring at him but don’t say anything.

“I’m sorry baby.” He says after a while of being silent.

“Hmm.”

“I got jealous that every dude at Coachella was checking you out. Then I go on Instagram and see fans are saying you two make a cute couple, and it just got to me.” He sighs. “I shouldn’t have dumped that onto Mia, she did nothing wrong.”

You nod. “Whose ring is on my finger?”

“Mine.”

“Who’s last name do I have?”

“Mine.”

“And whose children did I give birth to?” You ask him.

“Mine.”

“Okay so get that through that big head of yours. I don’t care about anyone else. I love you, you’re my man, my husband, and no one is taking me away from you.” You tell him. It’s rare for Jack to get jealous, and you never had to reassure him of your relationship, so it’s catching you off guard.

“I know bubs, I just panicked and the fact that your brothers liked every comment made me even more panicked.”

You roll your eyes at that and laugh. “He’s a huge deal right now in the Latino community. My brothers are fans, of course those losers would hit like to that. But also because they want me to collab with him.”

He nods. “Should we go see if Mia and Ez got the video down?”

You nod and follow him out the door and back to the living room.

“So.” Mia says smiling, putting her hands on her waist. “Nino Urby called.”

“What did he say?”

Ez and Mia share a look. “Daddy you think mommy loves Pluma?”

“What? No.” Jack answers.

“I saw the video where he says hi to momma, he smiling like when you smile at momma.” Mia says.

“IN LOVE.” Ez yells.

“Kids no.” You’re shaking your head.

“Nina and Momma and Pluma are friends. Why are you and Nino so jelly?” Mia asks, rolling her eyes.

“I AM NOT JELLY.” Jack exclaims.

“Hmm sure you’re not.” Mia looks at you and smiles. “He’s so silly.”

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keepingupwithynharlow 🥵😍 I NEED A SONG WITH THESE TWO NOW!!!!

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user yesss

user Oh holy damn 🥵

user He’s cheesing extra hard!!!!

user Jack who??? Helloooo PESO PLUMA

user Can she leave her white husband for an actual Latino?

yourusername No, I’m good. Y’all can keep him though. I’ll continue to have more babies and making moves with my white boy 🥰🤞🏼

jackharlow I don’t need to be seeing y’all romanticizing my wife with another dude!

druski So can we talk about how Jack went off on poor little Mia because she was singing one of dudes song 😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt YOOO 💀

claybornharlow Funny ass shit when Ezequiel told us.

jackharlow FUCK ALL YA

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soobrownie · 10 months

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Favourite Queer K-Pop MVs

KB (OnlyOneOf) - be free / Chuu (LOONA) - Heart Attack / 1Chu - Siren / Junji (OnlyOneOf) - be mine / Seori - Lovers In The Night / Anda - Touch / Holland - Number Boy / Hello Gloom - Dancing In The Dark

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didishawn · 1 year

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More Pedri x Ferran x Reader??

Teaching lesson (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut

Warnings: Pedri teaches Ferran how to get you off without having to use his cock, smut, use of a dildo, reader squirts, lots of Spanish

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You laughed when the Valencian showed up to the lesson with some paper and a pen

"Sabes que no ese tipo de clase, ¿no?" (you know its not that type of lesson, right?)

"Solo quiero estar seguro de que me acuerdo de todo" (I just want to make sure I remember it all)

The Canarian joins you two, laughing at his friend "Mira que eres tonto, anda, ponte cómodo, que solo tienes que mirar" (you are so dumb, come on, get comfortable, you only have to watch)

Your back is against Pedri, sitting in between his two legs, he is completely dressed- so is Ferran- you are completely naked.

Your favorite dildo is next to you -a blue and red piece of plastic, thick and long, prominent veins, Pedri's hands massage your sides softly.

"Le gusta suave de primeras" the Canarian explains "Nada de ser brusco, le puedes hacer daño, esta es su parte más sensible, haz pequeños y suaves círculos" (she likes it soft at first. Don't be rough, you can hurt her, this is her mist sensitive part, do little soft circles)

The older boy's eyes are set on your middle, your little clit as the Canarian stimulates it as he say, you squirming on his hold, his legs on top of yours to keep you in place.

You are so wet, he can see that, hips following the pleasurable touch.

"Mira a ver que este bien mojada, así todo es más fácil" he raises his hand, showing how wet his middle finger has become, taking it into his hand, moaning at the sweet taste "Prueba tú" (make you she is real wet, like that everything is easier. You try it)

The Valencian hesitates for a moment, hand then reaching towards your middle, enjoying how you moan when he makes contact with your sensitive clit, finger going down to your slit, then up again, he takes it off, he too moans at the taste.

"Debes probar con un dedo primero, luego vas añadiendo según sus reacciones" he looks down at the toy, his hands on your breasts, teasing you "hasta que este preparada para lo que de verdad le gusta" (you must try with a finger at first, then keep adding by he reactions until she is ready for what she really likes)

Ferran nods, middle finger teasing your entrance as you whimper, slowly plunging it, groaning at how hot and tight you are.

"¿Bien?" he asks, you furiously nodding and lowly moaning. (good?)

"Otro" Pedri says, his own hand back to your clit, tight pleasure circles on it, enjoying your squirming, your head falling down to hi shoulder sighing, he knows you like it too. (another one)

Ferran does as told, scissoring the two fingers, wanting to open up space for a third one, you hand grasping his hair, begging him for more.

He doesn't wait for Pedri to guide him as he thrusts in the third one, he likes how your hips rise off the mattress, the midfielder once more putting his weight on his legs to keep you down, one hand on you waist, a warning whisper into you ear reminding you to behave.

Ferran's fingers are long, filling you up real good, but it's not enough, Pedri notices, his own hand grasping the other boy's wrist and taking his fingers off you.

He reaches for the dildo, giving Ferran a look "No sabes como adora esto, se pone a gemir como una putita al tener este trozo de plástico llenándola" (you have no idea how much she loves this, starts moaning like a little whore when she has this piece of plastic inside her)

The toy teases you entrance, circling it, yet not entering, Pedri sure knows how to keep you up your toes.

"Esto es lo contrario, le gusta fuerte, que le llegue hasta el cervix, rápido, profundo, como si fuera tu polla dentro suyo" (this is the opposite, she likes it hard, that it reaches her cervix, fast, deep, as if, it was your dick inside her)

Pedri doesn't wait a moment, Ferran's eyes widening up as he instantly slams the dildo all the way inside you, fast pace from the go, going in and out so fucking fast, so rough, destroying your insides.

It fills you up completely, has you crying out, tears on your eyes, it's painful, yet it isn't, it's so good, an incredible pleasure, the inanimate object hitting your cervix, your sweet spot, so fucking big, it feels so good.

Ferran watches you completely enjoying yourself, how you even trty to fuck the toy deeper into you, harder too as it completely disappears inside you. It's a true sightful, so pretty, you are a trembling mess, Pedri's lips attached to your neck as he fucking destroys you.

The Canarian gives him an amused look, yet his words are demanding "Usa tu boca" (use your mouth)

He doesn't have to say it twice, his lips instantly around your clit, sucking softly, yet demandingly, Pedri's hand keeping him in pace by a strong hold on his hair, he moves him, let's you grin into his face.

You are in heaven, being fucked so good, the soft stimulation your clit receives completely amazing, the feeling of his tongue makes you want to build him a statue.

You are close, they both know it, sounds getting higher, being unable to keep still, Pedri doesn't try to stop you anymore.

Your orgasm is a true explosion, juices pushing the toy out from you, wetting Ferran's face entirely, Pedri too doesn't save himself from your juices.

He has yo push Ferran off you -the Valencian enjoying himself way too much, the wet patch on his trousers a proof of this, kissing your cheek as they help you down from your high.

"¿Te sirvió esta pequeña clase?" Pedri asks, the other nods. (did this small class help you?)

Of one thing Ferran is sure, he can't wait to try this all once again as he watches your flushed cheeks, his cock hard.

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #pedri #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #pedri headcanon #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #ferran torres imagine #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres smut #ferran torres #ferran #pedri smut #football imagine #football player

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apple-orchards-writings · 2 months

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i just KNOW that if you're extra sweet and obedient (no running away!!) to cult leader kylar he'd spoil you... fancy gothic gowns and only the finest silky fabrics on your skin, your bath water is always scented with pretty flowers like jasmine and honeysuckle, and he never lets anyone else touch you.

i feel like when he's busy with his duties as leader, he'd issue a group of specially appointed handmaidens (high ranking cult members who would do anything for him, including worshipping you) to take care of you when he isn't present and get you all pretty for him when he comes home. but the moment one of them touches you too sensually for his liking (this can be ANYTHING!! LIKE!! AN UNASSUMING BRUSH AGAINST YOUR THIGH AS THEY WALK PAST YOU) and kylar's already seething with rage - summoning an inhuman abomination that vaguely resembles himself, rendering the assailant into a thick red paste on the hallway floor.

cradles you so, so possessively after. you can feel him shaking with rage as he cards his fingers through your freshly-washed hair. doesn't take any of his anger out on you because he believes you're a gift, something that he should cherish and never subject to that ugly side of himself. if you ask him about anything like 'going home' you'll be met with a sickly sweet smile that doesn't reach his eyes. reminds you that this is your home now! don't fret over your origins or silly things like that, kylar doesn't mind! just focus on your newly-wed husband, okay? (also considering the possibilities of a wedding night ritual... involving CL kylar covered in a lot of blood and a petrified pc...)

(also. I SCREECHED WHEN YOU POSTED THIS BECAUSE IVE HAD AN ASK IN MY INBOX THAT HAS BEEN MARINATING FOR AT LEAST TWO MONTHS ABOUT CULT LEADER KYLAR ANDA NDSJSJSJS ...I've been too intimidated to answer it. i will tag you and ur original post when i answer it eventually BSHDNSKS -kuu)

KUU YOU ARE MAKING MY DAY HERE

but wow yeah, the marriage ritual with kylar's body being covered in blood, and he's dipping his fingers in the bowl of what you fervently hope is red paint, slowly dragging them over your body and creating what seem to be markings for a ceremony. Once he's satisfied with painting every nook and cranny of your body, the lights will go dim and his eyes will glow, with his pupils changing shape.

He'll embrace you and you'll spend what feels like an eternity in this room, eventually coming out to see that a week has passed. Kylar will not stop grinning, overjoyed at the fact that you are now bound to him forever, and won't be able to escape him even in death.

The group of handmaidens that tend to you weren't allowed to speak to you before this, but now that you're officially Kylar's, they're so excited to gossip with you! But their new familiarity with you does not mean they'll help you in any way, so be careful. They just love seeing their leader so happy, it would be a shame if anything got in the way of that. In a way, they are your number one shippers lmao

#apple answers #kuu i have so many thoughts about him and none of them are articulate im sufferinggggg #cult leader kylar

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madlittlecriminal · 10 months

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hey best fran if you could do a poe dameron fic, i have no specific idea in mind so you have total creative freedom just as long as it’s super fluffy maybe a little angst honestly idk i just need more sfw poe dameron fics 😞😞

Relax ⤕ Poe Dameron × GN!Reader

sadly, this is really short. i apologize, anon, but i do hope you like it :)

Warnings: mentions of having a bad day

For some reason, it just wasn't your day. You were already tired of it and wanted it to be over. However, you lucked out since it was nowhere near the end of the day. You groaned anda hand touched the back of your shoulder. "You okay?" You look up and let out a sigh of relief when your eyes met his dark brown ones. "Yeah, I'm just exhausted." He tilted his head to the side before taking his hand out. You take it and he takes you to his room. "Poe?" He smiles. "Relax. I know you've had a rough day, so I want to help you." He wrapped his arms around you.

You felt yourself relax in his arms and you nuzzle in his chest, taking in his scent. "There you go. Feeling better?" You nod and sigh. "Thank you, Poe." He raised an eyebrow at your words. "Oh, you thought we were done?" You look up at him before he falls back on his bed with you still in his arms. "Poe!" He chuckled and rested his hand on the back of your head. "Get comfortable and take a nap if you want to. You need it."

"Do I?" He nods and you sigh. "Are you sure? Don't you have to head back?"

"Not at the moment. If anything, Finn will tell me if they need me, so take advantage now that you have me here. Just relax, okay?" You take a deep breath and felt the tension of your body leave. You felt your eyes get heavy and felt a soft kiss on your head. He mindlessly began tracing shapes on your back, proud that he could bring you peace and comfort when you needed it most.

#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #asks #ask #anonymous #anonymous asks #anon asks #anon ask #star wars x reader

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waterfallofspace · 10 months

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Timing Is Everything.

Characters: Y/uta, G/ojo, I/numaki, M/aki, and P/anda. (feat. I/nuokku pairing implied <3) Word Count: 2.1k

Just a little gift for @ithadtobesneezing as she's been FEEDING us with Y/uta content <33

It's nothing amazing, but you've sparked the fire of love for your guy, so here's a lil something I hope you can enjoy~

All Characters 18+, picture early 20's AU (+ no bad stuff has happened <3)

(References to implied contagion, and high fever, and near fainting/dizziness, just incase anyone doesn't like those!)

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A light breeze drifts through the air, the first hint of fall approaching. Summer had dragged on late into September, leaving the cool touch a welcome change to everyone.

Almost everyone, that is.

Burrowing deeper in his uniform, Yuta grits his teeth against the cold nestling in his bones. Despite the heat smothering him inside out, each chill seems to leave him trembling. Casting his gaze back to the field, it’s clear no one notices. Their attention is caught by the scene unfolding.

Maki and Gojo are ‘sparring’, a term used loosely. More accurately, Maki is throwing things at Gojo’s infinity. Inumaki and Panda are both laughing, Panda cheering Maki on as Inumaki passes her more weapons to aim. Amidst the chaos, Yuta’s silence is largely overlooked.

It’s not unusual for him to be a bit subdued during a meetup with his friends; being a special grade sorcerer has some deficits to go along with the profits. Still, he can’t help noticing that Gojo is right in the middle of the group, cheerful as ever despite his own long week.

A pang of guilt finds its home in Yuta’s chest, the familiar burning leaping to his eyes. The feelings that always seem to grow in ferocity when his mind gets clouded. With a rough sniff, he rubs a sleeve across his face, sucking in a deep breath. Frustration swells, only dispelled when a gasp slips through his parted lips.

He quickly ducks into his fist, massaging the twitching appendage before it blows his cover. Sunken eyes flicker back to the group, the breath he didn’t realize was trapped in his chest breaking free. They’re all still absorbed in their own world, Inumaki and Panda joining in on the game.

Taking advantage of the privacy while it lasts, Yuta allows himself a deep sigh, his sleeve-coated hand scrubbing at his nose. The slow crawl of ticklish desire had been creeping its way deeper since this morning.

He’d hoped to fight it off until he got home, or at least escaped from sight. The glimmer of light dancing across his face as a tear drifts down his flushed cheeks suggests no such hope should be dwelled on.

“Yuutaaaa~”

The tone is distinct, a melodic sound echoing throughout the yard. Sure enough, as Yuta raises his head from the safety of his hands, Gojo is waving him over. Maki and Panda are yelling about something he can’t quite make out, Inumaki holding up a popsicle stick figure with Panda’s head on it.

Raising from his seat Yuta lurches forward, the floor beginning to shift under him. He instinctively drops his hand to steady himself, eyes squeezing shut. Once the world decides to let him off the unrequested roller coaster, his eyes begin to reopen. Relief floods his system as none of the others seem to pay him much mind.

“I did not say that! In fact, I recall you were the one who filled out that report, therefore it was your responsibility to follow up.” Inumaki raises a Maki stick.

“Oh really? Then why is your signature on the form?” Inumaki raises a Panda stick.

“What?” Snatching the paper from his hands, Maki groans, aiming a swing at Panda’s chest. “You forged my signature again?!”

Gojo’s simply watching, a childlike giggle bubbling from his chest as Inumaki raises the Panda stick once more. This time Maki knocks it from his hand, Inumaki glaring at her and huffing out, “Bonito flakes.”

Once he’s sure the next step won’t realign the world, Yuta begins his trek across the mere feet between him and the others. His breath snags dangerously, the sensation nipping at his sinuses. A hand flies to his face, catching his nose and tightening against the onslaught.

Catching Inumaki’s eyes, Yuta feels his hand snap back to his side. A single sniffle is all he allows himself before taking in a rush of air and painting his usual timid smile across his cheeks. Inumaki stares for a second longer, but ultimately shakes it off, raising an arm to gesture him closer.

“What are they arguing about this time?” Yuta asks, aiming the question towards Gojo as Maki takes another swing at Panda’s legs. He’d heard it all quite clearly from the chair, but each vibration from his throat seems to bring new levels of itch to his breath. Best to give Gojo a chance to start rambling.

For a moment Yuta’s convinced he’s been caught. Normally that kind of question would get Gojo bouncing as he gives a play by play. Today, instead, he simply shrugs, tilting his head just enough to let a single brilliant blue peek from behind his glasses.

Yuta meets the look with a smile, letting his eyes flutter shut to sell the lie, ignoring the watering that begins as soon as his lashes touch down. It seems to work, however, Gojo yelling something nonsensical at Maki, strutting over with a raised hand.

The itch chooses this moment to begin another resurgence, scratching through his restraint with a hungry determination. Yuta risks a glance at Inumaki, who appears preoccupied with fixing his popsicle stick Panda. Gojo is still shouting, Maki echoing the noises as she chases Panda around.

“hHehh!” The hitch breaks through his control, unnoticed by the group. Deciding this is the ideal time to smother one without being caught, Yuta twists himself away from the group, raising an arm to his face. With the other he clutches his shoulder, bracing himself against the fierce tickle.

“Hey Yuta, we want you to break a tie.”

Panic grips Yuta’s chest as the field suddenly falls silent, each hitch spouting from his lips seeming to shatter against the peaceful quiet. He attempts to pry open his eyes, to no avail. After permission was given, the sneeze was far too strong to hold off anymore.

“hH’ihhTZZdj’ehhh-!”

All eyes turn to him, a shimmering ocean beginning to well in his own. Before he can utter a word, his breath catches in his throat. “ihHKzzTSChhiyeww-!” This time he only manages to raise a single hand, bending over with the force of the pitchy whine that bursts forth.

As the earth begins to tilt again, Yuta drops to his knees, only steading himself as a hand grips his shoulder. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, Yuta leans his head against it. After a minute the buzzing fades from his ears, and he slowly rejoins the world.

He expects to see a few faces of disgust, maybe some anger. To his surprise, no one seems to be looking his way at all. Maki’s yelling something at Gojo, attempting to whack him with her staff. His infinity blocks it easily, though he looks distraught anyways.

“-are you aiming that at me?! I didn’t do anything!”

“You-” Maki pauses to swipe Panda off his feet behind her, returning her glare to Gojo as the sound of fur hitting grass sounds off. “You ‘didn’t do anything’? You got him sick!”

Gojo huffs, crossing his arms with an indignant look. “You and Inumaki were sick just a few days ago, how do you know you didn’t get him sick?” The smirk he’s wearing suggests he’s proud of this little deduction, but Maki simply growls in response.

There’s a break from the conversation as Yuta ducks towards the ground again, raising his arm to catch a fatigued “hH’KNchhZZSHyeww-!”, so few sneezes already sucking all the energy from his body.

Inumaki’s hand tightens on his shoulder, Yuta humming a soft “Thanks.”

“Maybe we did, remind me for a minute though,” Maki says with a sigh aimed towards the duo, swinging her weapon towards Gojo again. “Who got us sick?”

The sheepish look scrawled across Gojo’s face says it all, and Maki lets up on her assault, instead learning against her pole. “I already had to deal with Inumaki’s symptoms.”

A vaguely offended, “Salmon roe.” sounds from where Inumaki’s crouched, Maki shooting him a soft look.

“Sorry- Look, okay, I just don’t want to deal with-”

“hH’TzzzcSHHyieew-!” Yuta interrupts, groaning faintly as the force of it sends his head careening into his arm far harsher than he’d expected.

“With that,” Maki finishes, gesturing to Yuta’s trembling form.

As Yuta gears up for another outburst, Inumaki lightly rubs his arm, humming something unintelligible under his breath. “hH’TIezzsshh’kiew-!”

Once he’s sure this one didn’t readjust the world too much, Inumaki raises his gaze from Yuta to shoot a glare at Maki. She raises her hands in mock surrender, grumbling under her breath. It quickly fades as Yuta dissolves into a fit of coughing that leaves him gasping for air, Inumaki dropping back to his side.

“Okay, okay, sorry…” Maki sighs, Yuta managing to catch a glimpse of concern in her eyes as his cough fades enough for a full breath. Maki continues with a softer tone, “I didn’t mean that. I just…”

Yuta gives her a weary smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I know. It’s… it…” His eyes drift over her shoulder, vision starting to swim. He manages a breath, dancing the edge of control as the tickle retreats.

“Sorry, thought I was…” Yuta hums, breathless as he attempts to continue the sentence, quickly dissolving into stammering, voice stolen by the pinprick itch spreading through his nose. “Wait, no I am… I’m… I’m uh… hH’yieTZZzshhYEWW-!”

This time Yuta feels himself tipping forward, the world around him softening at the edges. The grounding touch against his shoulder begins to slip away, a dark sensation touching the corners of his thoughts. Just before he loses consciousness, a sharp pain cuts through the darkness, pulling him back to the light.

Inumaki’s still gripping his shoulder, but the ache radiates from his face. Managing to get a grasp of his surroundings, Yuta finds Maki kneeling in front of him. Her hand is hovering in the air, as if she was unsure where to leave it.

“Did… you slap me..?” Yuta manages, voice wavering with a mixture of relief and fatigue.

“Did you just nearly faint?” Comes the retort, Maki’s own voice not as solid as it would normally be. There’s a quiver to it that wasn’t there a minute ago, her eyes burning into his skull with an intensity not unlike her.

Still, there was something different to this gaze. Something distinctly afraid. Blushing under his gaze, she huffs. “You should be thanking me."

Opening his mouth, Yuta attempts to oblige, instead only managing a whimper as his lungs begin to spasm again.

Maki watches for a minute, glare still pointed at him, before finally she lets up. “Oh just forget it, okay? Just… just try to breathe. You’re alright.” Her tone is soft, a single finger gently brushing some hair away from his eyes. “I think you have a fever, have you taken anything?”

The silence is an answer, just as true as any sounds would be. At this admission, Maki turns to Panda with a pointed look. Panda gives a thumbs up, running off towards the school to grab some supplies Shoko still keeps there. Attention back on Yuta’s fragile state, Inumaki gently tucks an arm around his back, raising him to a standing position.

They stand for a minute, Maki securing herself on the other side before beginning the walk back to the school. Yuta holds his breath, a strangled sob dying in his throat as tears begin to pour. At this, Inumaki begins humming again, something quiet and soft. Maki copies the tune, rolling her eyes with a barely contained smile.

“Where was this softness when I was sick?” Gojo calls, the trio whipping around, nearly toppling Yuta in the process. Both supporters cast glares Gojo’s way, Yuta too busy righting the world in his head to copy their motions.

“When you were sick you were clinging to our legs and rubbing your germs on everything.”

Gojo pouts, attempting to sniffle, and instead simply inhaling. “I was sick! None of you did anything for me, I just needed som-” He’s quickly cut off by Maki tossing a dagger at his chest, infinity stopping it easily. Still, he gasps in mock hurt, chuckling as this earns him another (attempted) blow to the gut.

Yuta soon forgotten, Maki lunges back towards him, daring him to drop infinity and fight her head on. The rest of the battle fades into the background as Inumaki positions himself on the ground, pulling Yuta down beside him.

A yawn sneaks out from Yuta’s jaw, his eyes beginning to pool again. The same breath turns into a hitch, Yuta muffling a “hieH’tzZZchhyEW-!” into Inumaki’s chest.

Inumaki hums gently into his ear in lieu of a blessing. Then, draping his arm around Yuta’s shoulder, Inumaki pulls him close, running his fingers through Yuta’s messy hair.

By the time Panda gets back with the medication, Yuta and Inumaki are asleep, dozing to the soft sounds of Maki and Gojo’s sparring.

Even through the tangled mess of limbs, Inumaki’s arm remains protectively draped across Yuta’s back.

#waterfallwrites #i hope you can enjoy itttt~#i did just write this in a night and im not gonna look at it too hard #bc recently if i look too hard i decide to scrap it #but ANYWAYS hopefully this is an acceptable lil contribution to #The Y/uta Obsession <33 #you've made QUITE a stir for your lil guy #y/uta #j/jk #snzfic #snz #snzkink #i dont remember all my tags anymore LMAO

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