#asthmatic!reader

[the-whispers-of-death]

Imagine you’re on a first date with John Price, maybe you guys met on a dating app or a mutual friend set you two up on a blind date, whatever the scenario is, you don’t know he’s a smoker. And the date’s going really well, he’s so polite and sweet, but he had smoked his cigar before coming to the restaurant (maybe a couple minutes before or an hour before) and the smell of the lingering smoke is triggering your asthma. You’re coughing so much and you eventually apologize, telling him that you have asthma and that smoke triggers it before you go to the bathroom to do your inhaler. And after you come back, he then also goes to the bathroom. You think, oh this is it, he’s leaving you. But he’s in the bathroom, desperately trying to wash away the smell of smoke off of him with just water.

He’s still so polite when he comes back to you and he apologizes in his gruff, gravelly voice. And he still wants to date you and vice versa, so for subsequent dates, he either smokes after the date or he smokes several hours before the date and then as an extra added precaution, he takes a thorough shower so you can’t smell the smoke on him. He makes sure to turn off the air fresheners in his house hours before and open the windows to air it out before you come over, he never lights any candles in your vicinity, and when you meet the 141 boys, he makes sure none of them are wearing any strong cologne or any cologne if you’re that sensitive. And the boys know he’s madly, deeply into you when after a very long and grueling mission where everyone comes back to base itching to go home, he refuses to go without taking a thorough shower so as to not trigger your asthma with the smell of gunpowder when he gets home.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

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[hunterscabin]

That’s What I’m Here For

Request: Can you please write an asthmatic reader and Sam and Dean help calm her during an attack because they know what to do - helping her count and breathe and use the inhaler because it’s a really bad attack (I live for whump!) - Anonymous

Pairings: Sam x Asthmatic!Reader; Dean x Asthmatic!Reader

Warnings: Asthma attack; panicked reader; whump; worried Sam & Dean; fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Author’s Note: Thank you for the prompt, Nonnie! I actually have asthma, so this was somewhat cathartic to write. I hope you enjoy!

Morning had always been your favorite time to run. There was something so calming about watching nature wake up: the sun rising over the treetops, birds greeting the day with their happy chirps. Living the stressful life of a hunter made you truly appreciative of these peaceful moments, and you did your best to incorporate them into your daily routine. 

You were on a small trail that looped around the woods near the bunker. It stretched roughly two miles, the perfect length for a morning jog. Although you maintained a steady pace, you noticed your breathing rate increase around the one and a half mile mark. Wanting to enjoy the tranquility of the outdoors a little longer, you shrugged off the warning sign. Now, on the last leg of your run, a familiar sensation tugged at your chest. 

Slowing your pace, you reached into your running belt and felt for your inhaler. When you found nothing, you tried the other pocket. It wasn’t there. 

“How could I be so stupid,” you wondered. Asthma had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember, and you always had an inhaler with you in case of emergencies. 

Panicking would surely make things worse, so you ran through your usual mantra of reassuring phrases:

“You can still talk, which means you’re getting enough air.”

“Your inhaler is close.”

“Sam and Dean will be able to help." 

While your personal pep talk kept your mental game in check, the tightness in your chest continued to twist, and you were beginning to feel your throat constrict. By the time the bunker came into view, you were in the throes of a full-blown asthma attack. 

The bunker door was twice as heavy in your current condition, but with a weak heave, you managed to nudge it open just enough to slink through. The door closed behind you with a thud, and you braced yourself against the loft railing. 

"Y/N,” Sam called when he heard the bunker door close, “Dean found a hunt while you were on your run.” When you didn’t reply, Sam shouted after you again. “We’re in the library!”

No longer able to support yourself, you fell to your hands and knees gasping for air. 

“Y/N?” Dean yelled a little louder, thinking you may not have heard Sam. When you still didn’t respond, the brothers exchanged a worried look. 

You needed help, but you could no longer speak; there was no way you had enough breath to call downstairs. Trying to conserve what little energy you had left, you kicked over a small bucket of bullet casings sitting next to the door. At the sound of shells loudly scattering across the floor, Sam and Dean darted toward the stairs.

“Y/N!” Sam and Dean’s speed increased when they saw you on all fours. They quickly scaled the staircase and were next to you within seconds. Dean landed at your side and placed a hand on your back. Sam knelt in front of you, taking your face in his hands. 

“Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” Sam’s hands moved from your cheeks to your shoulders and down your arms as he felt for injuries. 

You responded by placing a hand on your chest.  

“Y/N/N, are you having an asthma attack?" 

Your eyes widened in confirmation and both brothers began to move on autopilot. 

"Where is your inhaler?” Sam couldn’t hide the concern in his voice. He and Dean had been helping you cope with asthma ever since you joined them, but it never got any easier seeing you struggle for air, especially when an attack was this bad. 

You tried to respond, but all that came out was a stifled wheeze. Sam knew they were running out of time. 

“I think she keeps one on her nightstand?” Dean offered. Again, words failed you, but found the strength to nod “yes.” As soon as he had confirmation, Sam shot up and ran to your bedroom. Without Sam to lean on, you began to sway, and Dean slid behind you for support. 

“Lean against me, Y/N/N.” Dean eased you into a seated position between his legs. Your fists gripped the rough material of his jeans as you fought for air. 

“I know it’s hard, sweetheart, but try to relax.” Dean’s big hands enveloped your upper arms. He massaged them as he ran his thumbs across your shoulders. Your head lolled back in the crook of his neck. 

“That’s my girl,” he soothed, “Try to match my breathing.” You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, but no matter how hard you focused, you could not calm the urgency coursing through your body. You were fighting a losing battle against the panic churning inside you when you heard the comforting sound of Sam’s boots growing louder as he bound up the stairs. 

Sam crouched down, and you reached out a shaking hand to take your inhaler from him. “I’ve got it, baby girl.” Sam flashed you a sympathetic smile, “You just relax against Dean.”

Sam wrapped one hand behind your neck and eased the pump between your lips with the other. 

“Ready?” You nodded weakly and Sam released a puff into your mouth. Sam’s heart dropped as he watched most of the medicine billow past your lips. 

“I know it hurts, Y/N, but you have to do your best to take a deep breath.” Sam’s hand left your neck. “When you feel ready, squeeze my hand, and I’ll give you another puff, okay?”

You closed your eyes, mustering all of the strength you could and squeezed Sam’s hand. He discharged the medicine, and you took a shaky but complete breath. 

“That’s it, Y/N/N,” Sam encouraged, “Let’s do a couple more.” After two more puffs, the tension in your throat eased. Sam set down the inhaler and grabbed your other hand.

“Slow breaths, Y/N/N,” Sam lowered his head to yours, “Look at me, baby.” Sam took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled slowly through his mouth. You followed his example and took a shaky breath of your own. 

“In: one, two three,” Sam coached, “Out: one, two, three, four, five.” He could see your face begin to relax as the medicine took its full effect. 

“Good job, Y/N/N. In: one, two, three. Out: one, two, three, four, five.” 

Sam guided you through counting your breaths until your breathing evened and returned to a normal rate.  

“How you feelin’, honey?” Dean questioned behind you, his hands still rubbing your arms. 

“Better,” you replied in a raspy voice. “My chest is still tight.”

“We’ll get you downstairs to your room and set up a breathing treatment.” Sam assured. Both brothers were surprised when you shook your head “no.”

“Sweetheart,” Dean’s voice was gentle but firm, “you need a breathing treatment.”  

“I know,” you wheezed, “Sammy’s room." 

"You want to go to my room?” Sam asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. You usually wanted Dean after a particularly bad attack. When you nodded “yes,” his heart swelled. “Of course we can go to my room, Y/N/N. C’mere.”

Sam got on one knee and scooped you up in his arms. He carried you down to his room and laid you on the bed. He turned to go prepare your breathing treatment, but you grabbed his hand. Dean saw and smiled at his younger brother. “I’ve got it,” he mouthed across the room.

Sam walked around to the other side of the bed and propped up several pillows. He took off his boots and crawled in, leaning against the headboard. He reached over and pulled you to him, lifting you onto his chest. He used a pillow to support your back, knowing that being elevated would help your breathing. 

Dean came back with your nebulizer and set it on the bed next to Sam. He filled the cartridge with medicine and attached the tubing to the mask. Dean gently lifted your head and placed the mask over your nose and mouth. He turned on the machine, and you began breathing in the mist, feeling relief almost immediately. Dean leaned in, placed a kiss on your forehead, and then looked down to his brother. 

“I’m gonna get her some water, you need anything?" 

Sam shook his head. All he needed was to know that you were okay. Dean left for the kitchen and Sam tightened his grip around you.

"Thank you, Sammy,” you muttered through the mask. Sam exhaled in amusement at your gratitude. As if there was anything he and Dean wouldn’t do to keep you safe. 

“Anytime, Y/N/N,” he placed a kiss on top of your head, “That’s what I’m here for."

Tags: @senjoritanana​

Masterlist

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x asthmatic!reader #dean x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x asthmatic!reader #sam x reader #asthmatic!reader #spn fanfic #spn whump #supernatural fanfic #supernatural whump #hurt/comfort #sick fic

[lowlights]

The Attack

Frankie x gn!reader having an asthma attack

Warnings: Pretty graphic descriptions of what it's like when I have an asthma attack. They've been happening a lot and I wish Frankie was there, ok? This is my indulgent lunch break drabble. (Asthma attacks are so different for everyone. This is a lot of what mine are like, not what it is like for everyone.) Don't read if you feel uncomfortable. I just need some Frankie TLC.

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You can feel it simmering in the background all day- that tightness in your chest that is always there in some form. It’s when you take the stairs (on the days you can do stairs) or even just leaning over to clean up a spilled drink. That shortness of breath, that perceived weight on your sternum, the cough that you try to mask. Frankie notices when your symptoms are worse but has stopped asking you all day long if you’re alright, because the answer is no…but yes. You’re enough okay. 

Your rescue inhaler helps a little bit, but only to take the edge off. It manages to get you through your day if you distract yourself enough, like keeping Netflix on so that you don’t focus on your breathing, or pointing a fan at your face to trick your body into thinking it’s breathing. Frankie doesn’t mind the background noise either, as it helps him calm his own mind. 

But then - even though you knew it was coming - it hits you out of nowhere. Frankie is in the other room when it happens, and you can’t get enough air collected to call out for him. Your throat feels like someone has an iron grip around it and you fumble for your inhaler again, barely taking in any of the medicine despite your best effort. You just need to get to the other room where you nebulizer is located. Fuck, it’s so far away. Fuck.  

You dart across the house and try to put the liquid albuterol into the nebulizer, but your hands are shaking and you can’t stand still because your brain is screaming RUN YOU IDIOT, YOU CAN’T BREATHE HERE even though you know that’s just your body dumping hormones to create a flight response. Even when your body is breaking down, it’s still trying to function. 

Tears are streaming down your face at this point and you’re struggling to remind yourself that you can still breathe a little bit. But your hands are shaking so much you can’t get the medicine open to dump into the nebulizer. Your body and your mind are both screaming for air, and you can’t, you can’t, oh god you can’t… 

Suddenly strong hands are over yours, taking the medicine from your hands and deftly setting up the nebulizer, flipping it on as you raise the breathing mechanism to your mouth. Frankie’s here. Frankie’s here. Frankie, I can’t breathe, help me. 

You can’t stay a word of this, of course, but Frankie knows exactly what you’re thinking. He sits you down on the edge of the couch, even though every cell in your body is telling you to run, but you need to conserve your energy. He’s right there next to you, one hand on your back and the other holding your free hand. Your eyes are squeezed shut, wishing every second that passed didn’t feel like an hour. 

“It’s alright, honey. Just a few more seconds of this and then the medicine will work. You’re okay, you’re not alone. As deep a breath as you can take…yes, just like that. Again. Good job. Keep doing that,” he says soothingly over the few minutes it takes for your body to come back down a bit. 

When you finally look at him in the eyes, he knows that you’re more under control. “Hi, baby. You’re doing so well. I’m right here with you.” 

You nod and he’s wiping the tears off of your face. And he just sits with you. Patient. Caring. You know he’s worried but he is never going to show it while you’re in the thick of your attack- he’s too well-trained for that. Finally, when the meds are gone and the nebulizer is shut off, you feel like you can sit back against him. He wraps his arm around you but doesn’t hold you too tight because he knows you’re still not ready for that. 

You settle into his warmth as best you can. “Thank you, Frankie.” 

“Any time, baby. It’s gonna be better now.” 

#frankie morales #tw asthma attack #tw medical condition #no beta just wrote it in 30 mins and out it goes #frankie x gn! reader #asthmatic!reader

[deepdisireslonging]

Do You Remember When

Early in their careers, it came down to a choice between Wardlow and Y/N as to who would move up. The situation gets brought back up years later, but now they are on opposite sides.

Pairing: Wardlow x Reader

Warnings/Promises: angst, SMUT, conspiring

Word Count: 2760

Note:I don’t know why it took so long to write up my Wardlow thirst, but here’s the first of potentially many. As always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated.

This was the feud that would never end.

MJF still wouldn’t leave Wardlow alone to enjoy his life, so Wardlow kept stepping in to mess up his plans. Which is why MJF hired you. You were the one person he’d left most of the talking to. And, considering your non-wrestling status, people were disinclined to swing at you. Which you appreciated. What he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. But what he didn’t know wasn’t supposed to come to light.

***

“Alrighty,” you coach looked over his clipboard for the thousandth time. The other students were gone, shipped off to their next step towards the brass ring that controlled the wrestling world. Some to fight in the rings, other to help kept best laid plans going straight. You and the man standing next you were either side of that coin. “There’s only one position left, and I’m afraid there’s only one answer.”

Wardlow bristled at the coach’s tone. He knew it too well.

“Japan has an opening for a quick-thinking ring-side counselor.” He held up an envelope, offering it to you. “Congratulations, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You took it, beaming with pride and almost shaking too much to give a decent handshake. By the time you needed your next breath, you were already at the door and finally remembered to look back. It popped a hole in your enthusiasm.

Coach had his hand on Wardlow’s shoulder. “This isn’t the end. Something will come up. You’ll see.”

***

Three years later, the man that once stood by your side stood on the opposite side of the ring. He cut a good look in his suit and tie, hair slicked back and out of the way. You had to admire the way he’d advanced in wrestling since you saw him last. But now he was a problem.

“The second your ‘client’ stops getting in my way, I’ll stop getting in his.” Wardlow’s bargain was simple. But Max was not a simple client.

“That was never the deal, Wardlow.” You ignored how Max muttered ‘Warpig’ under his breath. “You’re supposed to be gone. Kaput. Out of sight and out of mind for one of the best rising stars of our generation. And you and I both know the gene pool out there.” You let your voice soften, hoping it would get your point across and end your headache. “There are other wrestling companies out there. Ones that would appreciate your drive and enthusiasm a lot better than here. I have connections if you need them.”

If Maxwell Jacob Friedman never spoke another word, it would still be too much. “You need all the help you can get. Take the deal. This isn’t the first time Y/N’s known best, is it old friend?”

How did he know about that? He wasn’t there. Granted, a lot of the talent backstage had been, but this wasn’t usually a story that people would tell.

***

It was the last time you two worked together. For over two months, you’d run as his valet, making sure he kept his cool in and out of the ring, finally leading up to this match. The original plan was to be a coed team, but your lungs didn’t have the stamina, so you settled. Talent scouts were in the audience, and they were ready to pick the best of the best. Backstage, you all shared a handshake, wishing each other good luck for the match, and for the future ahead.

Then everything went wrong.

First, nerves got to Wardlow. He stumbled on his way into the ring, almost taking you down with him. The match had a rocky start, and a rocky middle. Then, he zigged when he should have zagged, and caught a kick square on the jaw. While the referee checked on him, you created a distraction by grabbing a kendo stick from under the ring before stomping across it to get at the other team. By the time they were able to “talk you down” and the ref could kick you back to ringside, Wardlow was mostly recovered. He won, but not with as strong a finish as planned.

Your quick thinking got you the last open talent spot. Despite his protests at the time, you regretted every bit of it.

***

“You may have always had the brawn, but you’ve never had the brains.” Max continued to poke and prod at what he perceived to be Wardlow’s shortcomings. “Even then, Y/N is a brilliant strategist. She could probably outsmart you at every turn and beat you. You know what, let’s get a ref out here. You could be one half of AEW’s first coed match. You’ve only got half a wit, but it’ll be enough to show you just how far beneath everyone else you really are.”

With a groan, you stepped between them before Max got knocked out. “This really isn’t necessary. If we could get back on topic-“

Then Shawn Spears piped up before you could stop him. “Naturally, wanting to be a gentleman, you’d lay down for the lady, and we’d respect you. Or you could just walk out. That’d be easier to everyone.”

Wardlow pushed against your hands on his chest.

Things were rolling out of control and Max picked up the thread. “Natural. There’s a word to describe you. All brawn, no brains, just,” he flexed his shoulders, “just wild instinct with a touch of modern civility. C’mon. Let the beast out. Fight the beauty. But I still believe the girl could best you ten out of ten without breaking a sweat. The most natural thing in the world.”

“Max-“

“It’s not natural for girls to fight.” Wardlow instantly winced at his words, stepping back. “I don’t mean that-“

Too late. You had a frigid reply. “No, it’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as they are tall. But, oop. There you are.” Behind you, Max laughed with his usual loud, obnoxious bark. You were too busy glaring at Wardlow to tell him to shut up. “This conversation is over. Either we will come to terms and see eye to eye, or Maxwell Jacob Friedman and the Pinnacle will walk over you one last time before the world forgets about you.”

Boldy, you shouldered past him. He let you.  

***

Backstage, you quickly separated yourself from the guys and found a dark, quiet corner to breathe your blood down from boiling. Why did everything have to be so hard? And every word so sharp? You shed your suit jacket, running your fingers through your hair. You chose this. And you were going to keep it, no matter the struggles. You had to.

Familiar footsteps found you two minutes later just when you were starting to relax.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Y/N,” Wardlow blocked your path. “I didn’t mean a word of that-“

You growled, “it doesn’t matter. You said it anyways, knowing better than anyone else my health issues and why I can’t wrestle like I want to. Max is a pain in the ass, but you used to be better at this than letting him get under your skin like he does.”

Wardlow reeled. “Wait. You’re still having pulm- puls-, ah, lung issues? I still shouldn’t have said it, but you made it to the big leagues. The doctors still haven’t helped-“

“It’s the roughest side of asthma, Michael. It doesn’t fix up overnight, much less in a couple years.” Both of you knew yelling would only inflame internal problems, so you took a deep breath. “And doctors take money. I’m only just now starting to get the amount I need to afford better pulmonologists. It takes a lot to afford inhalers these days. Even with insurance, if you’ve got it.”

The pity in his eyes burned from your stomach to your spine. You reached for your jacket.

“About that scene-“

“Oh my God.”

“…it got away from me and I wanted to apologize.”

You tossed the fabric down, this close to going ballistic on your former partner. “There’s a lot about your career and tonight that’s gotten away from you. But there’s not much you can do to change it, so let it go. It’s out there, on live television, it’s probably all over the internet. Nothing you can do to stop it-“ Your next words were muffled with Wardlow’s hand over your mouth. He pushed you back into a wall to lessen your struggle.

“My god, you’re worse than Max.” He took a deep breath, looking down at the floor as if reconsidering every step that got him here arguing with you in some back hallway. His head tilted with a change. When he looked back at you, he was sure about something… and you were afraid.

With his hand over your mouth you couldn’t get away. When you tried, his grip tightened just enough to freeze you into place.

“One of Max’s problems is that he really needs a good fuck to work out everything that makes him a frustrating person to work with. Problem being that he can’t ever get laid because he’s annoying as hell.” He leveled his gaze with yours. “But you’re more capable than that. Always have been.” Slowly, he lowered his hand. And you were too intrigued to move.

“Are you offering something?”

“I am. Do you have an answer?”

You licked your suddenly dry lips. This was the line neither of you would cross back in the day. It was too messy then. Now would be disastrous. Then again, standing next to him didn’t make your skin crawl like standing with the Pinnacle. It was familiar. Safe.

Your brain was going a million miles an hour, and he knew it. Gently, he cupped your face, tilting it up. “May I?”

“Mhmm.” You leaned up to meet him.

Slow and steady, you tilted and moved with one another. His hands landed on your hips, holding you in place as his hips pressed you further against the wall. Yours clawed at the soft fabric of his shirt, moving up the collar before lacing behind his neck. He reached behind you, spreading his large hands across your lower back to arch you further into his kiss. Giving you a second to breathe was a mistake.

“We can’t do this, can we?” You whispered it against his chest. Before he could stop your mouth with another kiss, you managed, “everything could blow up in our faces. This would be the final straw for Max taking you out. I could lose everything-“

He kissed you deeply, dazing you. “I won’t let that happen.” The movements between you were coming to a head, becoming more frantic and needy for more, or to stop before you’d do something you’d regret. Wardlow’s hands managed to get under your blouse, almost burning you with the shock of finally feeling his touch like this.

Still, your brain turned. “If anyone finds out-“

“Do you ever shut up?” He grunted as you rolled your hips into his. “Max really has turned you for the worse.”

You mock gasped, even as he mouthed at your throat. “Do you always talk about MJF with your partners?”

“No. They usually have the pleasure of never knowing who he is. As you are not that blessed,” he stopped, gripping your chin to force your gaze, “I’m going to make sure the only name you can remember tonight is mine.”

The second he waited for your denial, your escape, passed in an infinite flash.

Then teeth clacked, tongues met, and you both hurried to undo each other’s shirt buttons. He managed yours first, ripping it apart without snapping any buttons off. Your hands fumbled, unable to manage the same for his touch distracting you to no end. Down went your sensible pants. You at least managed his belt buckle and zipper. Wardlow hiked you up around his hips so he could kiss the swell of your breasts. You gave up on his shirt, managing instead to lightly rake your nails down his chest. You could always plan an attack. Stage something to explain all the marks on each other-

“You’re thinking again. Stop. Just be here. With me. Not out there.” He ruffled out of his shirt so your hands could explore the whole expanse of him.

It was the grounding you needed. All that muscle under your fingertips. All that flushed skin to touch. To finally feel flexing, blood pumping in time with yours. Wardlow sucked harshly on your neck, making you gasp into his shoulder. As he tweaked your nipples, massaging your breasts in between, you rocked more and more desperately against his bulge. It was too much. His mouth on your neck. His hands caressing, leading your body into passion. The pressure building in your core. The tipping point came when your rolling stuttered, forcing a groan out of Wardlow. You shuddered at the sound, head to toe to core.

“Did you just come?” He smiled and kissed the underside of your jaw. “Dearest, we’ve just begun.”

With your mind in a haze, you didn’t feel the shift in the last layers of clothing until he was fully against you, hot and hard and ready. You bit your lip, holding back many wanton sounds as he rutted his cock through your slick.

“Please, Michael, please-“

“Hang on.”

He wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. You curled your fingers in his hair, mussing it, and dragging your nails along his scalp. He hummed in delight, but remained focused on filling you inch by glorious inch. Your head fell back into the wall, your mouth opened slack. When you finally composed yourself to look him in the eye, he was already watching hungrily for your next reaction.

The draw out was the last slow moment you had before he let the beast out. Filling you. Pounding into you wonderfully enough for you not to care if anyone heard you. There wasn’t a thought in your head. Just him. The stretch of him within you. Hearing his moans and grunts against your ear when your body clenched. Once again the peak approached.

Wardlow braced himself against the wall, his hips stuttering. “Do- do you remember… when we main evented Chicago that one time?”

“Yes.” You clawed at his back.

“I wanted to ravish you then.”

He moved faster. Shorter thrusts, but never losing his depth.

“End of matches.”

“What?”

You whined, so close to the edge. “Win or lose, I wanted to jump you after every match.”

“What took you so long?”

He smiled against your forehead. Then, with a strained roar, he filled you, pumping thrusts to chase the sensation, taking you down with him. His chest muffled your shout. As the orgasms washed over you both, you clung to one another like you’d never let go.

It may have been five, it may have been twenty minutes before either of you recovered. Like old lovers, you passed one another their clothes, helped with buttons, never letting a touch go unlingered.

Wardlow held back your suit jacket. “You can’t go back to him.”

“Sure I can.” You held up your hands when he gripped your shoulders. “He’s paying my bills, and then some. Yeah, he’s going to stab me in the back eventually. But I’ll see the signs. And I already have an exit plan built,” you added with a shrug.

Wardlow huffed. “Yeah, with whom?”

“Well, I was hoping it could be you, but if you don’t think that’d work I can ask Omega and the Elite. They might be able to finally kick MJF’s ass-“

“Wait, wait, wait. Me?”

“You.” With a swallow, you thought back over what Max poked at earlier. “We both know the reason I got so far was because it was at your expense. If I can repay that in any way, this might be it. Are you interested? Are you willing to keep an eye out for when the wind changes?”

Wardlow crossed his arms. “What all does this plan entail?”

“A lot of kendo sticks and maybe a barbed-wire bat.”

He hugged you close, laughing into your hair. “I’ve missed you.”

You both needed the gentle silence that followed. He ended it with a kiss to the top of your head.

You composed yourself quickly. “Remember, you hate my guts until I give you the signal. Right?”

“Right.”

You had to grin. You missed how quickly he caught on with your harebrained schemes. Without another word, you left him in the dark, not looking back.

*** Masterlist

Wrestling/WWE Masterlist

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Other Wrestling Angst/Smut:

Preparing for the Future (A, F, S, Breeding Kink) - Baron Corbin

Only Yours (AR, A, S) - Cesaro

My Favorite Things (AR, A, S, F) - Drake Maverick

Fuck the Demon Away (A, S) - Elias Samson

Don’t Rush This (AR, A, S, F) - Jack Swagger

No More Whispers (AR, A, S, F|F) - Peyton Royce

Hard Feelings (AR, A, S, Trans!OC) - Rezar (AOP)

Doubt Comes In (AR, A, F, S, F|F) - Rosemary 

To Heaven and Back (AR, F, A, S, Plus!Reader) - Sami Zayn

Break Each Other’s Hearts Again (AR, F, A, S) - Seth Rollins

#wardlow #michael wardlow #wardlow x reader #wardlow fanfiction #wardlow smut #aew smut #aew x reader #reader insert #asthmatic!reader #wrestler!reader #aew angst #wardlow angst #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman

[takami-takami]

Alley Cat.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. hurt/comfort.

warnings— ptsd. trauma. panic. abuse. breathing exercises. genuinely be careful.

Cats are never offered the benefit of the fucking doubt.

Selfish, standoffish, distrustful; all labels from those who's hand the cat rejects. But strays wander the gutters of society, and they see man for all it tries to hide amongst itself. You show your true colors around an animal, they say.

When you claw at the cotton of his shirt, desperate for the touch of a human you miraculously deemed safe, Keigo cannot help but be reminded of a stray cat left clawing for safety.

"I can't fucking take this anymore," you sob and wrack your breaths, clutching the fabric of his shirt. He lets you for a moment, lets you wet his clothes with tears, evidence of the pain he aches to take away. "I can't do this– everyone, Kei'. It hurts– you have to believe me, please believe me–"

He hushes you, walking you backwards with his thumbs rubbing soothing circles at the crest of your cheeks, until the back of your knees hits the soft of the mattress below. He crouches down, sharp yet gentle eyes demanding your current attention. Your eyes are wide, sitting stiff and pupils blown. He holds up a single finger for you to focus on, speaking with calm authority.

"Baby. Baby, look at me. Just like that," he visibly softens when you eye his movement, the hand in front of you swaying like the simplest foliage in a breeze. Careful and attentive, you place your trust in him; in its entirety, its sacred entirety. He'll never take that for granted.

All the riches in the world at his disposal never mattered to him. It can't, never could compete when held to the light of what you offer.

Your trust. You trust him with the crumbling heart you shield from the world. Everyone but him gets bared jaws and wild, gnashed teeth.

To you, your defensive snarls are an ugly sound; but to him, it can't be. Not when the mere sight of him, and only him, could get the stray cat of your heart to calm its raised hairs and cease to hiss.

"Thank you, baby. Still with me?" You shudder. You can't nod right now, but that's fine. "You're safe with me. We're going to breathe, okay?"

He asks it like a guiding question, but with the undercurrent of an order.

Stable. Perfect.

Breathing... Breathing is easy, right? You muse to yourself through gulping breaths. Keigo knows how to breathe. Keigo is good at breathing. He'll teach you.

"With me, okay?" He smells like oak. Warm, sunny oak. "In through your nose, fill your belly first. Deep. Then your chest. Count to five with me," he instructs, breathing along like the gentlest visual guide. "Hold for five. Perfect. Now exhale, get the air out your chest first. Then the belly, push out firm, get all the air out. Do that with me for five seconds."

He smiles approvingly, eyes twinkling at the firm furrow of your brow. His perfect sweetheart, trying so good for him. "There we are. Hold for five again before you inhale. And repeat."

You follow his footsteps, like the clumsiest dance. As the clock ticks by, your lightheadedness calls your attention.

You clutch at the fuzzy sleeves of his hero costume's coat. "Feels a bit dizzy."

"Good," he beams. "That means it's working."

"K-Kei'," you stutter still. Calmer, but stuttering still. "S-Sor– I'm s-sorry."

You feel a gentle kiss at the corner of each eye. The saltiness of your tears doesn't deter him one bit. "Nothin' to be sorry for, dove. I've got you."

What feels like eons of comfortable silence drapes the room, covers your shoulders like the thickest shield of feathers. You don't even notice the tangible, real ones, the ones from his wings, surrounding you for the longest time; like they're meant to be there. Meant to shield you away from the ghastly realities and pinpricks that crawl up your spine.

Distantly, it occurs to him that perhaps he was always meant to protect you. Nothing else in his life has ever felt so natural. He was never asked to do this, never made to. His soul beckons him to you, to be the shade of your resting tree.

Sturdy and firm and earthy, you think. You can nestle by the roots, press against the grounding bark for stability. The leaves of his feathers will shade you here, the branches of his wings swaying with a gentleness that masks the power of a great oak.

Even stray cats don't belong in gutters. Even if they can survive, scrape out alive, that isn't where they're meant to be. Before man built cities from scaffolds, the cat was free to roam nature as its own. It was free to rest.

"I don't understand," you start with an enraged quiver lacing your throat. "Why it has to be this way. Why people hurt people. Why everyone around me is dangerous."

Keigo knows. He's seen too much with his own eyes to doubt what you say. Wordlessly, he lifts you into his lap, scooting toward the corner of the bed that faces the wall. You'll feel safer by something sturdy.

In the barely there light dripping from the open window, you feel the breeze drifting inside. You want to close it. You know Keigo wouldn't let you. Fresh air is good for you.

"Why? Why do we accept it? I don't understand what is wrong with people."

He hums, interlacing your fingers with his. He watches the downturn of your eyes, marvels at how they sit in the shade of your lashes; those same lashes that are beaded with far too old tears.

"I can't promise answers, dove." He swallows thick; it's a contemplative action before he steels his voice, firmer and more resolved than you've ever heard. "But I can promise I'll protect you."

The furrow of his brow, the righteous rage on your behalf lacing his tone, is all you need to know how serious he is. He speaks with the finality you could only expect from a man as dedicated to his mission as Keigo himself.

"As long as you'll let me protect you, no one will touch a hair on your head. That's a promise."

#youre supposed to breath in for 6 or 7 but im asthmatic #Wrote this in the middle of a moment. Ignore errors and lack of proofreading. #keigo is probably trained in this stuff #might delete this idk #🖋 writing #🍧 sugar #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[weixuldo]

i love asthmatic-wheezy-crispy-space daddy

#he’s so hot #asthmatic husband #darth vader art #darth vader #space husbands #vader #vader art #darth vader fic #darth vader fanart #darth vader x reader #vader star wars #vader fanart #art #drawing #art blog #character design #digitalart #sw darth vader #artists on tumblr #lord vader #star wars #star wars fanart #sw art #wheezing

[vampsquerade]

Can I get a Rook x reader where the reader has asthma but insists on going for a run/biking with him?

hi anon! of course you can, thank you so much for your request! ngl, seeing a request as specific as this makes me happy bc i have experience with this and can use it to my advantage! shoutout to all my homies w asthma, we struggling out here.

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Rook x Reader: Breathakingly Breathless

Trigger Warnings: fluff, asthma, asthma attacks, use of an inhaler, vertigo spells, piggyback rides,

Your wonderful boyfriend was finally back home with you after a rather stressful mission. You were patiently waiting for him to come downstairs to your living room, as the two of you planned a day where you would run together. Julien was worried, however, as you had suffered from fairly terrible asthma. It wasn’t bad, as you were able to live a mostly normal life. But when it comes to things like basic exercises such as running or biking, you would find yourself nearly collapsing from an asthma attack if you didn’t get your inhaler ready in time. You would normally keep it in a small bag on your person, but you figured it would be best to put it into the pocket of your shorts.

“Y/N, are you absolutely sure you’re gonna want to go on a run with me?” Julien asked once more, handing you a water bottle. You happily stood up and took the bottle from him, patting his back, “Yeah! I want to be able to do things with you, even if it’s something like this!” you exclaim excitedly. Julien gives you a worried smile, gently patting the top of your head, “Well, if you feel you’re gonna have an attack, please don’t push yourself further. And don’t feel pressured to keep up with my pace either, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” he said. “I won’t, I promise.” you say, giving him a wink before you both step out of the house to make your way to the park.

As you walked, Julien explained to you what he was allowed to do about his mission. He was ecstatic, as he usually was when it came to debriefing you on them once he came home. And you were more than happy to listen, as you loved watching the way his eyes lit up when he talked about all the “cool” things he did. You found it endearing and it made Julien so much more lovable in your eyes. “I honestly wish you could just…see me in action one day. I’d love to actually be able to show off how I do everything to you. You’d probably think it’s hot, too.” Julien jokes, which caused you to let out a sharp laugh. “I’ve never seen you in your body armor, so maybe I will think it’s hot.” you tease. Julien simply looked down at you, giving you a wink, before grabbing your hand and holding it.

Eventually, the two of you reached the park, and asked an elderly woman if she could keep an eye on your bottles of water. She was happy to agree, allowing you to place them next to her. You thank her before walking off to a position where the two of you would start, “We’ll just do one lap around the park because of how big it is, alright? If you can’t finish, just go ahead and rest to recuperate and I’ll come for you.” Julien said as he stretched his legs. “Alright! Thanks for not rejecting the idea of me coming, by the way. It’s honestly really sweet of you to let me come along and remind me it’s okay if I can’t keep up.” you say as you stretch your legs yourself. “Of course! I’m not gonna be some asshole who tells his partner that they can’t come along because they’ll hold him back or something. You genuinely just want to spend time with me like this, and I really appreciate that.” Julien said.

You give him a sweet smile, standing up straight at the same time Julien did. The two of you then wished each other luck, before you both started running. At first, you and Julien were running at the same pace, until you began to wane a bit as Julien passed you. “Don’t push yourself, remember that!” he yelled back to you. “O-Okay!” you yell back, continuing to run. Surprisingly enough, you were going pretty far without needing your inhaler, so you were happy about that. It was until you two were getting to the halfway point where you started to falter a bit. That tightening in your chest was making it harder and harder to breathe, so you slowed yourself down enough to where you were just standing still. You took your inhaler out of your pocket, as you had begun wheezing pretty hard now, and inhaled your medicine to soothe the inflammation of your lungs.

You sat down on a nearby flower bed, as you had also begun to feel extremely dizzy. You contemplated getting up and walking back so you could get your bottle of water, but you were already so far out you weren’t gonna make your way back. All you could do now is look at your surroundings and appreciate them a little more. The sun was setting, the birds were getting their final chirps out before they nestled for the night that was quickly casting its veil over you, and you were watching as people were beginning to head home. Others were coming out for a night on the town, and it just made everything peaceful. Being broken out of your thoughts by a small noise, you look down and see it came from your phone. There was a text from Julien, and you smiled as you unlocked your phone to read the message.

“Hey, are you still at the halfway point? If you are, I’ll be there soon! I’m getting our bottles from that elderly lady. I’m surprised she’s still here honestly.” read the message. “I’m still at the halfway point! I was considering going back, but I feel really off balance right now. I think my asthma attack triggered a vertigo spell on me.” you reply, keeping your eyes on your surroundings again considering you were all alone. “Sounds good! I’ll be there in like, 5 minutes or so.” Julien’s reply read. You couldn’t help but smile, turning your phone off as you waited for him to arrive. And arrived he would, as you could see he was running up to you exactly 5 minutes after he sent that text.

You try to stand, but immediately your head whirls and you nearly fall to your side. “Y/N! Why’d you stand up?!” Julien asked out of sheer concern, dropping your bottles so he could catch you. “Ack- I’m sorry, I thought I’d be okay enough to stand. Guess I’m not…” you apologize sheepishly. “Well, it’s alright. Sit back down, I’ll carry you back home.” Julien said. “O-Okay…” you say, flustering. He helped gently set you back down so he could pick up your water bottles, putting them right next to you. He then positioned himself in front of you, allowing for you to wrap your arms and legs around him. Julien hooked his arms under your knees before grabbing your bottles again, “Holding on tight?” he asked. You give him a hum of affirmation, and Julien began to walk towards your home with you in his back.

“Hey, you did really well earlier. You were able to keep up for longer than you usually did.” Julien praised. “I did, didn’t I?” you say, giggling softly. “And I’m glad you took my advice and stayed back when you knew if you didn’t, it would have harmed you more. Next time, I’ll stay with you and keep up with your pace.” He suggested. “That sounds good to me, I won’t be lonely having to wait around for my cute boyfriend to come and get me.” you say, lightly squeezing his shoulder. Julien laughed, shaking his head, “And I’ll get to keep my cute partner right next to me, and nothing will make me happier than that.” he said softly. You smile and kiss the nape of his neck, causing him to tense up a bit. “You’re way too cute, Julien. I love you so much.” you praise. “I love you more, Y/N.” he said to you.

Completely covered in a veil of darkness, with only the moon and streetlights to bless you on the path back home, you feel at peace knowing you have such a caring and lovely boyfriend.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s rook #julien nizan #rook x reader #fluff #fluff fanfic #fluff fic #asthmatic reader #x reader #x reader fluff #r6s GIGN

[safyresky]

wheeeeeeeeeeeew

#personal #dani vents #my god. my god. my god. my GOD #BEING HOME IS ROUGH TAG READERS #my parents are just. WHEW. childish for 50-60 year olds. ya feel? #it's toasty in the house bc it was a hot day #but my dad is like nah we're not turning on the ac it's going to cool off #it has not cooled off #anyway my mom is like 'i'm having a hard time breathing bc it's so hoooot in here' #and yknow. it is a little sticky. and humid. me fingies are swollen #but bc my dad is stubborn and cheap as fuck he's like #NO IT'S GOING DOWN TO 15. then he said 16. then he said 17. it'll cool off he said #SIX HOURS AGO #ANYWAY i made the MISTAKE of asking mom if she was okay bc she was breathing heavy #which started the 'dialogue' (read: argument) of them snipping about turning it on bc mom's like #oh welll the ac only goes on if YOU want it on so. #and then he's all FINE then i'll TURN IT ON but like. in that tone of voice #where it's like. he says he will but is mad about not getting his way (passive aggressive?) #and then goes WELL I HAVE ASTHMA AND I'M FINE IN HERE SO WHY AREN'T YOU FINE IN HERE? #and it's like buddy. you are the most idgaf about my asthma asthmatic person i know #he'll be like I CANNOT BREATH and we'll be like TAKE YOUR PUFFER YOU ASTHMATIC HOE and he'll be like nah im fine #so anyway i went to my room bc holy shit these two. holy shit #and it is nasty hot and i'm hoping my sister goes down to complain lmao #ANYWAY YEAH. SORRY FOR SILENCE BEEN IN GTA FOR 5 DAYS #WAS AT A SEMINAR AND WENT SHOPPING WITH MY SIS TODAY #SO YEAH

[inkyray]

Can you do a angsty Matt story? Maybe when hanging out with friends he made a rude comment and the reader got upset but he didn’t notice so when they go back to his house Chris/nick notice somethings wrong not Matt which makes the reader angry and they fight?

a/n: if you look at my doc where i wrote this at, this took up 15 pages of utter horror

warning/content ahead: ANGST LETS GO, matt x anxious!asthmatic!reader, fighting, crying, arguing, anxiety attacks, asthma attacks, bsf!chris yesss go girl, like one oc i made up, lmk if i missed anything

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TOUCHED

You trail closely behind your boyfriend, the mall large and filled with people, getting stopped every five minutes for a new fan to take a photo with him. You being the one forced to take them.

You hand a fan their phone back, watching as they skip somewhere off to the side. You sigh, and Matt goes in to reach for your hand, understanding your frustration, but you flinch away, making sure he doesn't grab a hold of it. "You okay?" He questioned.

You guys have barely made it past the entrance of the mall and this was the eighth fan to come up to him, it was a day made just for the two of you and now it's being slowly stripped away from you as you take pictures of him next to strangers. You didn't want to seem sensitive, but answered nonetheless, lying through your teeth. "Of course."

You dart your eyes around the place for a distraction, landing on a pretzel stand. "Oh! Wanna get a soft pretzel?" You get excited, gesturing to the stand. Matt follows your gaze and his face brightens. "Oh, god yes. I've been wanting one for weeks." He utters.

He grabs ahold of your hand and you take it back immediately, shoving it in your pockets and looking around to see if anyone saw that. No, thankfully, not. You hoped.

You watched his adam's apple bob as he dropped his gaze, you two walking over to the stand. "You looking to buy a pretzel?" A young woman in the stand asks, fixing her uniform hat. "Yes, please--" You start but quickly get interrupted.

"Wait, are you Matt Sturniolo?" She asks, her demeanor changing to reach for her phone. You swallow your throat dry as he answers. "Oh my god, can I get a picture?" She doesn't wait for an answer, getting around from the stand as she gets her phone ready. Matt shoots you an apologetic look as you ignore it, taking the phone that was handed to you and snapping a picture of them, your face expressionless.

"Thank you so much." You give her a small smile just to quickly realize she wasn't even looking at you, but at your boyfriend. "What did you guys want?"

You order, every sense of excitement completely flushed out of your body as you chew at your pretzel. You guys were now standing at some corner of the mall shadowed, somewhere Matt had insisted on standing to eat your pretzels in peace.

You chew on your soft pretzel, calculating the place around you before turning your attention to look up at him. He examines your face, one side of his cheek stuffed as he chews on it. He chuckles to himself, "You got a little somethin'' Matt's gaze was on your upper lip, lifting a thumb to brush off whatever was on there but you quickly moved your head back. You block his gesture with your own hand, removing any crumbs that were on you.

He finishes what was in his mouth. "Look," He starts but you dismiss it immediately, knowing what he's about to say. "Let's spend this day without any problems, okay?" You tell him softly before he could get a chance to explain himself. He sighs, looking like he's considering what you're saying.

"Okay." He agrees, "But, can I get a quick kiss?" He asks, a small frown on his face. You look around, seeing one too many people. "When we go home." You answer.

PDA in general isn't your cup of tea, but little stuff like holding hands and small physical touching you didn't mind. Matt was aware of that, you guys have been together for months. You'd think he'd got you all figured out. But as his career was skyrocketing, so was your problem with PDA.

It felt like everyone was watching, the anxiety of his fans probably seeing something and snapping a picture, posting it to the internet without either of your consent swelled your mind. His fans are what worried you, with how cruel they could be and the all seeing eyes of judgment. You loved Matt and wouldn't leave him for the world, he was your partner in crime. But making it public seemed like a death wish, millions of fans deranged enough to find a way to have you two broken up.

You weren't embarrassed of him, that was the farthest thing you felt. If anything, you felt like you were the one embarrassing him. You couldn't afford to paint such a picture for him and you didn't want any more fans to go any harsher on him. You were doing this because you cared for him, that's what he didn't seem to understand.

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You stood in front of your mirror, having your hand slide down your curves, the dress hugging you exceptionally tight in all the right places. Your hair was in a messy updo, revealing your delicate shoulders and collarbones, messy strands untied to the updo, flying filmy around in soft motion. You were thrilled to see the look on your boyfriend's face when he sees you, knowing this a dress he would drool over, especially on you.

Picking up your phone, you notice your girl friends texting you, saying they were outside ready to pick you up. You, your boyfriend Matt, his brothers, and a bunch of friends are all going to some fancy restaurant in LA. Excited, you spray yourself in your signature scent and head out.

You got multiple compliments, which meant a lot coming from your close friends, but whether you wanted to admit or not, nothing mattered until you saw Matt.

You spare your friend, Em, a lip liner from your bag as you watch the restaurant appear into view. Em had made it her mission to somehow get Chris to fall in love with her by the end of the night, and you were curious to see how that would go. Peering out the window, you see Matt, his brothers, and their male friends conversing in front of the place, waiting on you guys. Almost everyone you were hanging out with tonight were influencers, not you though.

You feel your heart skip a beat when you see him, urging your friend to hurry up and park. He looked perfect. "Okay! Okay, give me a minute." She laughs, doing as you please. In seconds, you're out of the vehicle and greeting everyone, greeting the ones closest to you first. Nate, Chris, a friend, Nick, who doesn't hide his impressed look on his face. "Are you heaven sent? Holy fuck, you look amazing." He says and you fail to hide the erupting flattered chuckle, "Says you, wouldn't be surprised if you left tonight with multiple new numbers in your phone." You say, before turning to your boyfriend with a dimpled-smile.

You engulf him into a hug, one that has his scent swirling around you and comforting you instantly, one that takes him by surprise and stiffly hugs you back. "You look so handsome, pretty boy." You look up at him, pulling away from the hug. His expression was confused, the smile he had when talking to his friends disappearing when you pulled him into a kiss in front of everyone. Pulling back down, you stare up at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Thanks." He says, looking away from you and going to greet the other girls that tagged along. You were still smiling, but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. That was it? He's usually more touchy than this. You watched him hug all the other girls, with hands around their waist a gleaming smile playing. You wondered if that's what he looked like hugging you too.

He pulls away and you stare at his hand, his finger ringed and the urge to hold it was strong. You reach a hand out to hold onto it, but he moves all too quickly in a motion of conversing with a friend before you can grasp onto it. Leaving you holding no ones hands but your own.

Turning your head away, you go and greet his other friends.

-

You sat at the long white-clothed table, picking lightly at the petaled roses displayed in front of you. Your boyfriend sat somewhere far down the table, across from Em. While you sat across from Chris, with Nick right beside you. Nick seemed to be caught up in a conversation with the girl on the other side of him. As for Matt, he was talking to both Nate and Em.

You can't help but look at him every second, he was so interested in whatever they were talking about he didn't even bother to make sure he sat next to you. He wasn't that far down the table, but far enough where you couldn't reach him. You could see and hear him, yet not touch him. For the first time in a while, you were upset about it.

You were forced to break your gaze from on him, turning to examine the beyond-fancy restaurant. Gold plated things everywhere, marble, high ceilings and long draped curtains. Maybe you were underdressed. Looking back down, you look at the rose petal you had accidentally broken off.

Everyone around you was engulfed in their own conversation while you just sat there, feeling the softness of the petal before slowly ripping it to shreds. Everything around you began hitting you in the wrong places, everything was too loud, the lights felt too hot on your skin, the place needed air conditioning, the waiter was taking too long. Your hands began to shake as the ripped petals fell from your grasp.

"Hey." You feel a quick kick to your shin and you look up. "Hey, Chris." You couldn't help but smile. Chris was definitely one of your best friends, all of the triplets were. But Chris knew how to take your mind off anything. His eyes darted from your shaking hands to your expression. "Why aren't you next to your boyfriend?" He asked with a small smile, one that made you feel like he was about to crack a joke.

"You mean Matt?" You dart your gaze over to him, he was fully laughing now. "Yeah. Unless you have a separate boyfriend here." Chris practically rolls his eyes as you feel the quiver of your hands quicken. You try to stop them, putting your hands on top of each other and applying pressure, hoping to stop it. "I think he just got caught up with his friends on a topic or something." You say in regards to Matt.

"Mm." Chris hums, nodding to what you're saying. He slowly leans against the table, getting closer to you. His voice drops a few tones as he asks you something. "What's wrong?" He gestures to your hands, voice whispery. You look back down to see your hands still shaking, you quickly hide them under the table and rest on your lap.

"My anxiety, Chris." You answer, looking at the open lights behind him before quickly looking away, feeling a headache form. "Everything here is so overwhelming." You answer honestly.

In Chris's mind, he puts two and two together. He knew you were telling the truth, but he also knew you wouldn't be this anxious unless you were seated next to his brother. He was aware that his brother had an effect on you that would immediately help with your anxiety, giving you some sort of comfort in uncomfortable scenarios. Chris cared about you like you were his sister, and he wished he had that sort of effect on you too, wanting nothing but to keep you happy.

He sighs, leaning back. "It is pretty overwhelming here, huh." He mutters, taking a sip from a water that was definitely Nick's, but he was too distracted to notice. You smile at the gesture, and he sips down the water and holds it up to you. "Want some?" He lifts his eyebrows, and you shake your head with a smile. "You sure, 'cause the ethereal hint of Sir Nicolas's saliva really just melts on your tongue."

You scrunch up your nose with a laugh as Nick's head snaps to Chris's direction. "What the fuck are you doing, Chris?" Nick's tone was warning. Chris pops a shoulder. "Oh, you know, drinking some delish water."

"Delish?" Nick repeats, "Did my water turn you gay?" That's what makes both you and Chris erupt into laughter, and you can't help but to even rub your eyes, careful not to mess up any of your eye makeup. Chris does the same, laughing more because you were rather than Nick's joke. Nick even chuckles a little, snatching his water back and keeping it beside him. "Dummy fuck."

It takes you a second to compose yourself, noticing just how loud you and Chris are being. With the failed attempt to keep yourself from laughing, you lean to Chris. "Sh–" You interrupt yourself with a laugh. "Shh, we're going to get kicked out." Your cheeks were hurting, the joke wasn't even that funny. Now you guys were just laughing because of the other one. 

Chris opens his eyes, squinting at you as he tries to lower his laugh a notch, holding a finger in front of his mouth as he attempts to shush you too, but only laughs more.

The two of you were unaware, but Matt had been staring at you since the moment Chris had kicked your shin. He watched as he leaned into and whispered something too inaudible, then kept his gaze on you guys until you were almost on the floor laughing. Jealousy burnt through his chest, and some form of hurt anger erupted, aiming directly at you. 

Everybody at the table now was looking at you guys, laughing a little along with you guys from the scene in front of them, not really sure what you guys were laughing at. You watch as a waiter begins to approach from behind Chris, and you immediately kick his leg, maybe a little harsher than intended. "Ow!" He jumps, and you point to the region behind him, he turns his head and sees the approaching waiter. He turns his head back immediately, his eyes wide as he tries to swallow down his laughs. Which seemed even funnier to you.

It was a struggle for you two to order, and Nick had to be the one to order for you guys. You felt immature and childish, but it somehow made you feel better about yourself knowing that Chris did as well.

Em starts talking from your row, across from Matt, as she aims her topic at Chris. "We're gonna have to wait even longer for our food now, am I right?" She says, making her voice slightly louder so Chris would be able to hear her, but his attention wasn't even on her, he was completely fixated on you, accidentally ignoring her completely.

"Ugh." He mutters, clenching onto his stomach. "My stomach hurts so fucking bad now." He almost moaned, and you grin. This is the most you've smiled all night. Now that he's mentioned it, you feel a cramp begin to form in your stomach too. "Oh, shit. Me too." You lay your palm on the thin material of your dress. "Fuck you, making me laugh so hard." You say, feeling your stomach begin to worsen.

"Me?" He scoffs, "Nick is the one that made the joke, loser." He defends, both of you guys matching with a hand on your stomachs. "Yeah, but your laugh is stupid." You tell him, he has an offended look on his face. "Your laugh is also stupid."

You shrug. "Your laugh is stupider."

-

In all honesty, Chris is what got you through the entire night. When the conversation would die down and you would shift your attention back to Matt, Chris managed a way to keep you from feeling gloomy again. Your boyfriend hadn't spoken a word to you since the moment you guys had stepped into that restaurant.

Now, everyone was getting up from their seats on the table and they left tips under their empty plates. Soon, everyone would need to leave.

You follow them out of the building, noticing how later it was at night and how you should've brought a jacket for the chilly night. You look for Matt, hoping he would provide you with some sort of warmth with his body heat. As everyone approaches their cars, they all linger there, deciding to hang out in the parking lot a little longer.

Chris was now talking to Nate and his other friend, not paying any mind to Em that was trailing behind him. You notice Matt telling Nick and his friends a few things, and you immediately get the idea to stand next to him. Hopefully the quiet game was over now, and he would finally talk to you now that you were closer. Standing next to Matt, who's in a conversation of his own, you gently lean yourself on him, letting your bare arm brush against his clothed body, providing you with the smallest bits of warmth. Usually, he'd cover your shoulders with an arm draped over it, but here, he doesn't do anything.

You lay your head on his shoulder as he continues talking, not even batting an eye toward you as you let out a small breath, watching as the air coming out of your mouth turns into cold fog. It was freezing out, and a gust of wind flew your way, giving you a series of shivers down your back. Subconsciously, you lean close to him.

"Can you stop?" He huffs, stepping away from you as you almost trip, just now noticing how dependent you were being on him. Nick furrows his eyebrows. The trip had sent your ankle to bend, small rocks digging their way into your skin. "Sorry." You swallow, fixing your shoe, your foot stinging.

The groups navigated to this one, and everyone was around each other, getting ready to head home but wanted to spare the time a little longer. You spoke to Em, who admitted she gave up on Chris. "He was hopeless." She sighed.

You spoke to the girls who drove you here. You loved them dearly, they were the kindest and the closest girls to you. Now, your attention shifted to Matt, who was listening to Nate speak to everyone. "Bro, I'm just glad the plans made it out of the group chat and everyone managed to come tonight. You know how long we've wanted to do this?" Nate mumbled the usual way he does.

"For real, plus, everyone looks fucking fantastic." Nick says, turning his head to you. "I'm looking at you, cutie." He points at you, winking. Everyone begins agreeing, and you start to believe it. Maybe you did look good tonight.

You turn your head to look at Matt, cranking your neck a little to look up at him. He looks past you, down at the pavement. "Whatever you say." He mutters under his breath, his face blank and you feel your heart begin to shatter like glass. No one seemed to have heard him, and you begin to wonder if it was just your imagination.

"What?" You question, looking at him. Your eyes start to get glassy, and the moonlight hits your face just right, making Chris notice what was going on. Matt ignores you, clasping his hand together. "All right, I guess it's time to go home."

"You're coming with us, right?" Nick asks you as everybody begins getting in their cars. "That was the plan." Chris says, looking at you for confirmation as you tried to bite down every part of your body that felt like it was being stung with needles. Swallowing your mouth dry, you answer. "I think I'll go home tonight."

Nick and Chris's faces visibly go confused. "Home with us, right?" You shake your head, your neck stuck in a stiff and still to keep yourself from accidentally looking at Matt. It felt like if you even tried to look at him, you would burst out crying. "Home to my apartment."

"Aw man, please?" Nick frowns, and you shake your head, hearing their car start. You hear Matt call your name out and you physically feel your heart clench. "Just fucking come." He groaned, entering the car and slamming the door harshly, enough to leave you flinch. Your eyes got subconsciously wide, trying to expand your sight as if it'll keep the tears from rushing out completely. Chris and Nick look at Matt then you, then at each other, utterly bewildered. "I'll come." Your voice barely came out, completely dumbfounded by his aggressiveness.

"Let's go." Chris puts a gentle hand on your arm, leading you to the back of the car as Nick rushed to the passenger seat. "Matt, what the fuck is your problem?" Nick was a tone away from considering yelling, no doubt angry with the way he was treating you. Matt just sighs.

Chris watches you with sorrow as you take your time entering the car, noticing just how bad you sprained your ankle, needing to hold onto his hand to enter the vehicle. The second you scoot to the middle of the back of the car, Chris immediately shoves himself inside, shutting the door as he glares at Matt through the rear mirror. "Took you two long enough." Matt growled, his voice was quiet but he spoke volumes.

"Matt, seriously, what stick is up your fucking ass?" Nick spoke with his hands, his palms spread open but his fingers clasped together as he was vigorously waiting for a response. God knew you were waiting for one too, desperate for one. It felt like piles of bricks were being laid on your chest, one by one.

"Nick, shut the fuck up." He had begun driving by now, all you could do was lay your head against the window and wait for this ride to end. "Watch your goddamn mouth, Matt." Chris didn't have his seatbelt on, sitting on the edge of the backseat as his voice was laced with impatient annoyance.

You closed your eyes, holding your own hands, lacing your fingers together as they began to shake just as they were in the restaurant when you first got there. "What are you going to fucking do, Chris? Kiss my girlfriend?" Matt argued, his voice getting louder. Your eyes fly open at the phrase.

"Matt, what?" Chris uttered, nothing but confusion written on his face.

"This is so fucking stupid." Nick declared. "Let's make it home and give her a peace of calm fucking mind. I just want her to have a good night's sleep, honestly." He sighed, referring to you. He cared about you deeply.

The ride home was uncomfortable to the brim. It felt like someone had poured thick fog into the car and made it difficult for you to breathe at a normal pace, your breaths either lasting too long or too short. The invisible fog picking at your nose and eyes, a push away from letting a tear slip. At least, for you.

Now, you are back home in your boyfriend's house. Nick leaves for his room to quickly change, as Chris lingered to do something on his phone. Usually, you'd head straight for Matt's room, given it was the one that had everything that belonged to you in, the one you'd sleep at every night.

You stood around, unsure of the next move you should make. Matt took a rootbeer out of the fridge and popped it open, looking at you as you glance at your splintered feet. "You just gonna stand there or what?" He says after a sip, another brick adding to your chest.

You approach the kitchen, passing Chris on the couch who had his gaze fixated on you, mentally begging for you to stand up for yourself. You bring up the courage to look him dead in the eye, the same ones that you had declared the most perfect eyes in the world just earlier today. "Matt, what did I do?" You finally ask, straightforwardly asking the question.

He furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion. "What did you do? 'Cause frankly, I'd love to know." Sarcasm laced his tongue and you felt your hurt turn into anger. "Stop talking out of your ass and answer me." You say, getting closer to him that the only thing separating you two was the wide table in the middle of the kitchen.

"There's always fucking something with you, isn't there?"

"Always something with me!? You're the one who won't tell me what's wrong." You make your voice louder to match his.

"You always have some sort of problem with something, don't you!?" He was determined to out-yell you, as if his words would hit harder if he made it's volume that way.

Your body was boiling, confusion, impatience, and pure irritation an ugly mix in your stomach. He won't give you an answer, and you are fed up. You cannot let him treat you like this any longer.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" You begin to use your hands.

"You fucking know what I'm talking about!"

With that being said, you two were now yelling over each other. The argument quickly turns into a fight, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you move them around. His voice booms throughout the house and it's enough for Nick to quickly notice what was going on from upstairs. You shouted back, begging for a simple response as he accused you of acting dumb on purpose.

The shouting was layering on top of what you two were saying, screaming and yelling what immediately comes to mind, paying no attention to what the other person is saying for the interruption until a phrase slips out that triggers the other person into saying something else.

Chris screwed his eyes shut tightly, a depressing wave floating in his chest as he felt the hurt wafting from both of you. The two people he cared about the most, fighting as he heard it all. He shuts his phone as he raises both his hands to rub on his eyes until he sees static. The unbearing sound of the two of you only getting louder.

The second Nick was done changing he was flying down the stairs, determined to break up whatever was happening.

"Matt!" Nick tried yelling over you two, but quickly noticed he'll have to do more than that, you two louder together than Nick was on his own. He attempts to call your name as well, but neither of you are aware of his presence.

You couldn't help it, hot tears were streaming down your face now as you pleaded for him to compromise. Your emotions shift between hurt, anger, and everything that comes with it. Matt definitely noticed, his gaze lingering on your glistening cheek as he only argued back faster.

Nick shoots a quick and worried look at Chris, who just so happened to open his eyes right when he did, concerned this would become something physical. Chris gets up from his spot on the couch, approaching Nick with a look that says 'how-the-hell-do-we-stop-this'.

The sight in front of them begins to get messier and their heart skips a beat when Matt doesn't stop his yelling, leaning over the table to point a finger at your face.

"You know what you're fucking—"

"Get your finger out of my fucking face." You spit.

" 'because it always has to be your way—"

"Matt, I said get your finger, Out. Of. My. Face!"

"Oh but as long as I'm doing what you–"

You and Matt were now inches away from each other, leaning across the table but your faces uncomfortably close. A vein was practically popping out of his forehead and no doubt so was yours. Nick silently thanked God for the table that was between you two.

You begin choking up your words and losing your breath, every word attempting to form was now a struggle, a new and harsh cough interrupting it. Chris's eyes widen and Matt abruptly stops. A silent second passes as all three of them stare at you, hoping for a false alarm, but your coughs get worse as you attempt to get some air in your lungs, failing to do so.

"Her inhaler." Matt yells, panicking immediately. Chris begins shuffling under his feet as Nick has no idea what he's supposed to do. Matt slaps Chris's shoulder, "Get her fucking inhaler, now." Matt orders Chris, the two of them sprinting to Matt's room to get it.

They come back in actual seconds, Matt's room turned to junk after throwing everything out of his drawers to find it. You never thought you'd have to use your inhaler, only ever using it once a year, more or less. Your asthma was mild, but this argument definitely triggered it. It was brought to your mouth in seconds, and you needed a full moment to get your chest working properly again.

Matt's expression was now plastered with worry and fear, every sort of angry bone in his body disappearing. Now, all that mattered to him was that you were okay. And honestly, once you could see straight, you had begun crying again.

"I'm sorry." Matt brushes the hair out of your face, strands sticking to your forehead from sweat, watching you uncontrollably bawl. "I'm so sorry."

Your tears were the hottest you've ever felt on your skin, and your eyes were glowing red from how much this all hurts. "Matt, I just can't do this. Either– Either tell me or fucking don't."

Nick helps you sit up and Matt swallows, deciding that he should just come clean with his behavior. But first, he needed his brothers out of here. He gave Chris a simple look and he nodded. "Nick, let's go."

And they were gone.

You had your eyes closed, all the energy in your body gone completely in one go as you waited for him to speak, a tear following another as it began to calm down. A few seconds pass as Matt tries to recoil his thoughts before finally talking.

"You hate touching me when we're anywhere that isn't a private setting." He starts, sighing through the sentence. "You'd flinch when my hand would even touch yours in the slightest. After a while, I began understanding that maybe that's just who you were. You know, not the biggest fan of public display affection, or whatever."

He swallows. "So, I got used to it. You hated it and I began working around it. Until tonight. You hugged me and kissed me in front of everyone, trying to do the things I would pray to try and do to you on the daily. I got confused." He swallowed. "You were embarrassed of me, and that's the conclusion I came up with. Deciding to touch me when the setting involved my friends." You furrow your eyebrows.

"As if.." He sighs and looks down, his chest breathing heavily as he stays like that for a moment. You opened your eyes and noticed he was about to cry. "Matt." You try to say, but your voice is hoarse and chalky.

"As if you wanted to give them this image that everything was all good. You're embarrassed of me on every single occasion except for this one, and it just fucked with my head."

You sat up fully this time. "Matt, are you nuts? Seriously?" You scoff, finally understanding everything. "I do what I do because I'm embarrassed of myself." You laugh at the irony. "If you pay attention, everytime I act this way is when we are in reach of any potential fan of yours." You say slow enough for him to process. "This restaurant was too fancy to have a deranged fan there. I was comfortable to be myself with you there because I knew that no stranger could misread the situation."

You fix a strand of hair quickly behind your ear before continuing. "I kissed you because I knew those people, and I knew that they wouldn't take a photo of it and post it on the internet without my permission, letting the internet speak absolute crap about me and judge me solely because I'm your girlfriend."

The scene was quiet as Matt registered your words, and you made sure the second was longer, replaying what he said back in your mind, as well as the entire fight that had just occurred. It all felt so pathetic to think about now, and the reason for it all finally dawned upon you two.

"All I wanted was to finally hug–and touch–my boyfriend tonight. But all I got was an anxiety attack, an ankle sprain, and a fucking asthma attack." You finish off with a stupid laugh.

He's silent for a moment before laughing, "I should've known. Seriously. God." He rubs his eyes and you see snippets of tears slip past his fingers. You get up and hug him, and he engulfs you in the embrace before you could fully even reach him.

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way." The side of your head laid on his chest as you hugged him tightly, and he gradually took it tighter.

"No way you just apologized before me. I was supposed to do that." He sniffed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sorry about that too."

He mutters your name and you look up, your chin on his chest. "I'm sorry for treating you that way. I feel like the worst human being on earth, and that's a fucking understatement." It was cute. Both of you guys are crying for the dumbest miscommunication ever. "I know." You say.

"Like, I somehow managed to fuck up so bad Chris had to be the one to comfort you tonight." He shook his head.

"Yeah. That was a crazy low you did for it to reach that point."

He shushes you. "I don't need reminders."

"You brought it up." You shrug. He nods, "Yeah. I guess so." He finally cracks a smile, and you follow the curves of his lips, unknowingly grinning with him.

"I really fucking missed you today." He admits, kissing your nose, your eyes fluttering shut before opening them back up immediately. "You have no idea, Matt. Promise to forget today?"

"Promise."

"Now let's go to your room, you need to get these splinters out of my feet."

"You got it, love."

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[reiderwriter]

can i request a fic of pining spencer reid and bau!reader who are brushing up on some hand to hand combat and reader is really invested on winning finally pins spencer down and reader is straddling spencer and they are both like 😳😳

the rest of the bau and other fbi agents are on the side making varies bets about who wins maybe too? (eg that miss congeniality scene)

A/N: Thank you for the request and omg thank you so much for this one specifically - I loved this idea. I had to make Spencer competitive too, because 😊 I wanted to.

Word count: 1.8k words

Warnings: none! Just fluff, however if anyone wanted to send a follow up request wanting a part two where there is some smut I'd be 100% okay with that... Just if you wanted to.

Part two

When Morgan told you that, after an unfortunate shoulder injury you received on the job, you’d have to take another training course to prove that you were up to being back in the field, you almost resigned on the spot. Passing the first time hadn’t been the easiest feat for you, and while you were confident in your skills in the field, you knew that you were, to put it kindly, athletically challenged. 

“There’s no way to get out of it? No exceptions they can make to allow me into the field?” You asked, desperate to avoid Morgan putting you through the ringer. 

“I’m sorry, sweet cheeks, but they’re worried about your ability to perform under pressure, so I gotta push you today, okay? You’re not alone, at least.” 

“I’m not?” you gave the man a questioning look as you followed him to the changing rooms reluctantly. 

“Nah, they pulled up Reid and Garcia as well, you’ll all be doing the work together today.” 

“What that’s ridiculous! Penelope isn’t even in the field and Reid has never passed one of these things.” You throw your bag down on a bench, and look ahead of you into the equipment room, and sure enough, there they are, looks of equal dissatisfaction spread across their faces. 

“You’re preaching to the choir here, sweet cheeks. You’re in good hands though, I’m not going to push you too hard today.” Somehow you didn’t believe that. 

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An hour later you were flat on your back, panting harder than you had in months, dripping with sweat and feeling an ache in your bones that you hadn’t felt ever. Next to you on the ground, you could hear your fellow torturee’s moaning in pain, presumably doing their best to stay conscious. 

“You know, chocolate thunder, I love you, I really do, but you make it very, very hard sometimes,” Penelope squeaked out as the other man chuckled from above you. “God I’m not even asthmatic but I think I need an inhaler.” 

You chuckled at that and pushed yourself up to a seated position. 

“I think I am asthmatic.” Reid said form his position on your other side. You stole a glance at him quickly before blushing and looking away. You didn’t have a crush on him, or at least that was what you were telling yourself, but you did have a keen appreciation for how he looked in his button down shirts and FBI vests. His hair was shorter now than when you first met, and the longer parts stuck to his face with sweat. You were lucky that the strength had been all but zapped from your body because given the chance, you’d be pushing his hair out of his face for him and get lost in his eyes. 

“Come on, guys. You finished cardio, you finished weights, all you got left is some simple self defense drills. Think you can handle that?” Morgan laughed from above you. 

“No! I haven’t been able to handle any of this, what makes you think I can do more?” Reid moaned out on the floor next to you. You stood up, reluctantly, holding out a hand out to the man and helping to pull him to his feet. 

You underestimate the help he needed to get up, though and he has to catch you in his arms as soon as he’s up, as you stumble into him, legs too weak. You blush as the two of you stay uncomfortably close for a few seconds, only pulling apart when Morgan lets out a sharp cough. You jump back from each other then, and pray to god that no one else in the room saw the puppy dog eyes you were unintentionally shooting up at him. 

“Okay, so there’s three of you, so I’ll join in for these sparring drills. Any volunteers?” 

“To tangle my limbs with yours all hot and sweaty on the floor? Sweetie, I thought you’d never ask.” You hadn’t seen Penelope move so fast all day, though you knew she was only half joking. 

“Okay, so Y/L/N, Reid, you head over to that mat over there. You’re going to start a hand-to-hand combat simulation, whoever pins the other down first wins. We’ll do best of three, okay?” 

Reluctantly, you made your way to the mat he indicated to, knowing that you weren’t going to have as much fun as Penelope any time soon. 

“You’re going to start in a common self-defense scenario. Reid, you’re going to be the assailant, you’re going to come up on Y/L/N from behind, okay?” You nodded at Morgan’s words and turned yourself away from Reid, feeling his presence at your back already. 

“Is this really necessary?” He questioned from behind you, and you could practically feel Morgan’s answering look on your back. Finally, he rested a light hand on your shoulder, and your session started. 

You grabbed the hand on your shoulder and twisted it, and yourself, behind his back, gaining the upper hand quickly. 

“Y/N, come on. Take it easy, I’m exhausted. Just let me pin you and we can call it a day.” Reid said from in front of you and your ears burnt at his suggestion. 

“Wait, why would I let you pin me? I have the upper hand right now.” He huffed out a breath and twisted his body underneath your arm, catching you off-guard as he swept your legs from underneath you. Before you could fall all the way down, though, he grabbed you around your waist and held you in what you assumed looked like a ballroom dancing dip. 

“You were saying?” You desperately wanted to wipe that arrogant smirk off of his lips. “Actually, I have a few years more experience in the field than you, and I was probably beaten up a lot more in high school, so I wouldn’t be too upset about losing to me, okay?” 

You returned his smile sarcastically for a second, before lifting and swinging the heel of your foot into his knee, forcing him to hit the mat as you scrambled out of his grip and repositioned yourself behind him, pulling him arm behind his back a second time in an attempt to subdue him. 

“If you have so much experience getting your ass kicked, Spence, why don’t you just let me do it?” You enjoyed feeding his words back to him as he moaned out a little. 

“Because something tells me you’d enjoy it a little too much.” He somehow slips from your grip again, swiping your legs out from underneath you and climbing over you. The two of you struggle for a few seconds on the floor, but he has your legs pinned with his own, and he forces your hands above your head. Your heads are even with one another, and you’re both breathing heavily now. 

You decide to take another approach to get out of his hold this time. Rolling your hips up into his slightly, you let your eyes rake over his body above you. 

“You sure you’re not enjoying this just as much, Reid?” you shoot him an innocent enough smile, but you can see the flush staining his skin, and he loosens his hold on you just enough to allow you to wrap your legs around his waist and use your bosy weight as leverage to flip your positions. 

Now he’s on his back below you and you sit up in triumph, straddling his lap. His arms fight to get yours pinned to your side but you give back just as much as he is, and you can feel the crowd forming around you. He decides to fight dirty as well. 

“Thought you’d enjoy being under me more than you’d like being on top. I was being a gentleman,” he huffs out and manages to flip you over once more, pushing up and wrapping his legs up over your knees and forcing you onto your back. Your legs are now spread wide for him, his crotch pushed against yours, his arms gripping yours and pushing them firmly into the mat. You struggle a few more times but you know this is it. He’s got you. 

“What? Not even going to let my hands go to let me tap out?” you huff out, blowing a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. He pins both of your hands with one of his and gently tucks the hair behind your ear for you as you burn up under his touch, suddenly at a loss for words. 

“What, and let you try to tackle me again? Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll let you go.” 

“Y/L/N, Reid, if you’re finished over there, you can grab a drink and start over. I did say this was going to be best of three.” Both of you suddenly snap your eyes up to Morgan, who has one raised eyebrow pointed at you. You realise that you’ve also drawn the attention of the other gym-goers and scramble away from each other to the sound of chuckles and wolf whistles. 

“Shit,” you run a hand through your hair and get in position to go again, this time swapping with Reid so you take the position of the unsub. 

From a distance, you don’t realise that Penelope and Morgan have completely given up on their own drills. 

“Twenty bucks says Reid gives in and kisses her first,” she whispers to her companion. 

“The kid? No way, he’s being too cocky for that. I reckon Y/N will do it to try and distract him first.” 

“I’ll take that bet,” Garcia says, and they settle back into watching the two of you, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re both enjoying sparring a little bit more than you normally would be. 

“When do you think I should tell them that they never needed to do this training session in the first place?” 

“Derek Morgan, if you are admitting right now that you made me walk through hell and back just so you could force these two beautiful idiots whom I love to recognise their feelings for each other then I am going to murder you and then bring you back to life so I can kiss you for being so smart.” 

“So I shouldn’t tell them?” 

“Take it to the grave, baby.” 

They turned their attention back to you, suddenly way more invested in how this was going to turn out.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

For reasons unknown, my brain thinks that Simon "Ghost" Riley, out of everyone in the 141, would be the one who wears strong cologne. Not because he's trying to impress anyone or anything, but simply because he has this feeling that he constantly smells like gunpowder and bloodshed and he doesn't like that. He can smell it on him, even when he's had several showers, so he doses himself in strong cologne to try and get the smell to stop lingering in his nose.

But then he meets you. You're so sweet, still so optimistic and shining bright (even if you are in the military or had served) in ways he has long stopped. You're the soothing balm he needs, your presence, soft touches, and gentle words are what keeps him going. But you're asthmatic, something that gets triggered with his strong cologne. So, even though he can still smell the gunpowder and bloodshed on him, he stops wearing the strong cologne, so he can be with you and not send you into an asthmatic episode. And eventually he finds that he no longer needs the cologne anyways, because with you helping wash away the smell with your tender hands, the smell of gunpowder and bloodshed finally wash away and fade, no longer making him feel like it clings onto him like a parasite he can't kill.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

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[marvelslittlewhore]

No Air To Breathe

PAIRING | jj maybank x routledge!asthmatic!fem!reader

SUMMARY | Your asthma is acting up and not just a little bit...

WARNINGS | asthma attack, salbutamol overdose, vomiting, jj being a panicking golden retriever bf, angst with happy ending, my bad description of medical stuff (bare with me I tried my best 😭), not proofread cause I'm lazy 😶‍🌫️

A/N | totally did not write this because it happened to me a few days ago haha...yeah I'm better now tho no worries👌🏻

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The moment you woke up and made your way to the bathroom you knew your day wasn't going to be easy as you already felt out of breathe. You didn't thought much of it, grabbing your inhaler from the cabinet above the sink and taking a puff so you could go on with your day.

Some time later you started to feel how hard it was to do simple tasks, even just grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge without using your inhaler seemed impossible right now.

Laying in bed and listening to music you could still hear the others coming into the Chateau after their surf session. You got up and decided to join them in the living room, sitting down on the couch and taking another puff of your inhaler while JJ plopped beside you, instantly worried when he saw it in your hand.

"You alright, sugar?" He asked placing his hand on on your thigh, squeezing a little.

You nodded with a smile. "I'm fine, just feeling a little wheezy today."

JJ is not really convinced of your reassurance but nodded anyways, draping your legs over his lap and turning his attention back to the others who were bickering on who got the best wave.

Later in the evening you seemed to get even worse, your breathing now a lot shorter and your inhaler not really helping anymore. Slowly you started to worry and not only you did, JJ had been keeping an eye on you and to see how now any movement had you overwhelmed had him fidgeting a lot.

"Babe." He tried getting your attention and you lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him with hooded eyes and your skin paler than usual. "Oh shit, you don't look good at all. I mean, you're still smoking hot but- you know what I mean!"

You chuckled and that was your mistake. You started to have a coughing fit, your breathing even worse now after it subsided.

You let your head fall back against JJ's shoulder, whining in distress and frustration, not understanding what's happening right now. JJ called out for John B, assuming your brother must know what to do, he always does.

A second later John B walked in with a can of beer in his hand. "What's up?"

"I don't know man. She- She can't really move without using this." JJ explained holding your inhaler up.

John B, already in big brother mode, walked over to you both holding your face with both hands, cursing under breath.

"Fuck- how many puffs did you take today kid?" He asked and you shrugged tiredly, not enjoying all those movements at all and your stomach doesn't like it either.

"Bucket..." You mumbled and John B rushed to get you one, just in time when your body wrenched forward to vomit.

"What's happening with her?" JJ asked, trying to keep his cool and holding your hair out of your face while you emptied your stomach.

"She overused her inhaler and now her circulation is fucked up." John B explained, calm as ever and putting the bucket down when you stopped puking. He grabbed his phone next and called for an ambulance, knowing things would get worse if he didn't act fast enough.

John B crouched in front of you, trying to get your attention again which was hard for you as everything seemed to exhaust you, even talking.

"You'll be okay. I called an ambulance, they'll be here soon, yeah?"

You just nodded, closing your eyes to get any type of rest but the boys have to keep you awake.

"Hey, stay with me baby. Just like that. Show me those pretty eyes." JJ smiled at you even when he's practically panicking on the inside and wishing he could just take away your suffering.

Meanwhile Pope, Kie, and Sarah caught up to what happened. All now scattered around the room and anxiously waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Sure enough the paramedics walked inside the Chateau with Pope explaining what happened and in what state you're in.

JJ was holding you the whole time, comforting you and whispering affirmations in your ear. Just as you expected they have to take you to the hospital to give you proper medication and care there.

As soon as you got an IV drip and a oxygen mask JJ carefully got up with you in his arms, carrying you to the ambulance and gently placed you on the stretcher. He sat down beside you, holding your hand to let you know he's there while the paramedics moved around you.

In the hospital the pogues had to sit in the waiting room, angry that they could only wait for any doctor to tell them if you're fine or not. Even JJ couldn't go with you, only for the ride to the hospital and he almost punched the security guy that held him back from going to see how his girl is doing right now but John B eventually got him to sit down, talking some sense into him.

"Relax, dude. You're not helping her when you get arrested now. I know how this works. They keep her here for a few hours, give her medicine and oxygen, and when her oxygen saturation is better we can take her back home."

JJ nodded, taking his hat off and pulling at some strains of his hair. It kills him not being able to be with you in such a scary moment.

An hour later the doctor came into the waiting room and the pogues instantly sprung up, attacking the poor woman with all kinds of questions.

"Alright, let's calm down first." She told them, looking back at the clipboard in her hand. "So, she's going to be okay. She needs to take these antibiotics for the next ten days. Watch that she's drinking and eating enough because she'll still feel a little weak the next two or three days, so keep an eye on her."

The doctor handed John B the package of antibiotics and told them that they could go and see you now as you're stable again.

You smiled when you saw them rushing inside and to your bed, all of them just so relieved to have your normal self back.

JJ leaned down to give a quick peck to your lips, resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

"You scared the hell outta me..." He said and you reached up caress his cheek with your hand.

"I'm sorry." You pulled back from him. "I just- I thought it wouldn't end like that. I already saw the signs the second I woke up but..." You tried to explain your own stupidity but JJ cut you off.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain anything. You're fine now, that's what matters." He assured you.

"Can we go home now?" You asked and turned your head to your brother.

John B patted your head and nodded. "Sure kid, lemme just get a nurse real quick."

Finally back at the Chateau everyone decided a movie night would be the best to cheer you up and as always they were right, even when you're still not feeling all well you had the sleep that night, knowing your family was with you.

JJ held you the whole night, always on alert when you move just a single muscle, checking if you're alright and getting you everything you asked him for.

You really were blessed with this boy.

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Taglist

For everything:

@lokigirlszendaya @buckymydarlingangel @superlegend216

For JJ Maybank:

@tracymbcm @spideysimpossiblegirl

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank angst #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x routledge!reader #jj maybank x female reader #jj maybank x fem!reader #obx x reader #outer banks x reader #obx imagine #obx angst #outer banks imagine #outer banks angst

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 18

Steve Rogers + title kink (daddy, sir, etc)

Reader kinda inspired by Wolverine in this.

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You couldn’t remember the first time you had met Steve Rogers, when you had lived for over a hundred years, you had a habit of losing track of such things. But you remembered he was a small scrawly asthmatic little thing, ready to take on any injustice that crossed his path even if it had him put in the ground way more times than he ever actually succeeded.

You had already been over a hundred at the time, you had taken part in multiple wars, seen how America was built from the ground up going from colony to country, and you had settled down there just for somewhere to be. You still traveled the world, you didn’t really have anything else to use your time on, but you always found yourself returning to what was now Brooklyn.

You had just returned to Brooklyn from a trip across the pond, that meaning you had returned from Europe. It was all experience that told you that war was brewing again, you had taken part in the first and felt no interest in being part of the second, you just wanted to take a break. Now, the war hadn’t broken out yet, but you could feel it in your bones.

That was how you found yourself in the alleyway for the first time, as a couple of guys were ganging up on some scrawny pale blonde who looked like a strong gust of wind was gonna knock him over. You acted on instinct, never standing much for injustice, knocking the fellas on their ass and sending them running from your size and glare alone, before you pulled the skinny guy to his feet.

He had looked like he was ready to start swinging on you too if you tried anything, you had liked that, that spark in his eyes. One thing led to another, and the two of you found yourselves sitting on a curb in some less populated street, sharing a bottle of alcohol. Now, alcohol had never had an effect on you, but you liked the taste, but it had left Steve stumbling and red faced.

He hadn’t told you where he lived before, he got too wasted to tell you, but you hadn’t wanted to leave him there on the street. That was how Steve found himself waking up in your apartment, which was spartan at best as you had little care for physical possessions. Your relationship with Steve bloomed from there, you even met Bucky who didn’t seem to know what to do with you the first time he saw you.

But time passed, and you felt drawn to Steve in a way you hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time, and it was clear to your knowing eyes that Steve felt the same. He wasn’t gonna tell you that though, you could tell, unlike him you didn’t have any doubts about yourself and your sexuality though. One night when it was just the two of you, you had leaned in and kissed him, the scrawny guy almost jumping out of his seat.

But as it seemed to hit him that you were kissing him, he had thrown his skinny arms around you and crawled into your lap with a desperation you’d rarely find anywhere else. He had little experience as he kissed, Steve having to disconnect your lips at multiple times so he could catch his breath, his asthma making it impossible to kiss him as deeply as you wanted.

His health made it impossible to ever truly go too far in you relationship, as you didn’t want to push his already weak body further than it could take. It didn’t keep you from kissing all over his frail ribs or licking out his hole as he shivered and moaned in that gasped raspy way only Steve could.

That was the first time the title left his lips, a gasped short cry of “daddy” as he came against his chest, his hands grasping onto your wrist as you rubbed his chest with your thumbs. He seemed embarrassed for about a second, unsure of how you would react, that was until you dove in with even more gusto than before, leaving him to tremble even more as you pushed him over the edge again.

After that, that title became something important to the two of you, something muttered behind closed doors when no one was around. Even after he entered the super soldier program and almost rivaled you in size, he was still your boy, and you were still his daddy. You hadn’t wanted to join up in the second world war, but seeing him run off on his own, the protectiveness in your chest as wailed and you followed.

It was only after everything, after you lost him to the ice that you realized you had never actually told him about your powers. You hadn’t said anything before he got the serum because it was unbelievable and you wanted to keep him safe, and after the serum, everything had moved too fast, and it just never seemed to be the time.

And so time passed once more, you sold your old apartment and the few things inside, except for the sketchbooks left behind by your boy and ring he has said was his mothers wedding ring, when one night you had been cuddling in bed dreaming about a world where men could marry one another. You started wearing it on a chain around your neck, as a symbol of your loyalty to your boy, even though your time was short.

There was no reason to join the X-men, it was just something you did. Logan was like yourself, and youd run into each other multiple times over the years, so when he asked if you wanted to join up, you thought “why not” and became part of the group of mutants. You weren’t as active of a member as the others, rather sticking to the background and doing your own thing, joining the fight when you needed too.

At some point the X-men became too much for you, maybe it was because you were so used to always being on the move, so with a farewell party, you parted on good terms. Youd come to their aid if they needed it, but you knew it wasn’t where you were meant to be, and so, you started traveling again.

You were in Asia at the time when you saw the news, Captain America coming back to life, saved from the ice. It was hard to tell how you got from Asia to New York, or why you even went back, maybe he didn’t want to see you again or was ready to move on to the future. It wasn’t hard to find the apartment they had set him up in, Stark, that was, not SHIELD. It wasn’t a secret that SHIELD wasn’t to be trusted, it was why you disappeared into the wind when Stark and Peggy started building it.

Maybe a part of your brain had given out, the logical part at least, as you knocked on his door, almost nervously brushing your fingers through your beard and hair. You hadn’t styled it in a while, there hadn’t been a need too as you traveled the world. But now that you were standing here you felt inadequate to appear before you boy.

He seemed cautious as he opened the door, and it took a moment for recognition to flash through those pretty blue eyes of his. His eyes widened and his expression softened in disbelief, it wasn’t your name that left his lips, but a tiny whispered “daddy?” that did, tears welling in his eyes as he didn’t seem to believe what he was seeing.

Stepping towards him, the door fell shut behind you as you wrapped your arms around each other, holding on with the strength only a super soldier and mutant like you could, deep sobs leaving Steve as he cried into your shoulder, a shaky “daddy, daddy, daddy” leaving him as he tried to get as close to you as possible, like you were gonna disappear if he let go.

His hair was soft between your fingers as you ran your hand through it, kissing him deeper than any kiss in the past had ever allowed, letting him suck desperately on your tongue as he seemed to grow restless, his hands finding their way up under your jacket and into your shirt, rubbing at your hairy scarred torso.

You guys didn’t even make it to the bedroom, or even the couch, clothes pulled off or even ripped with little care as you tumbled to the floor with a thud, Steves noises as high and whiny as you remembered him all those years ago. A deep part of you felt desperate for his touch, you thought you had lost him forever but now here he was, healthy and bright as the day you lost him.

Steve almost looked like he was gonna start crying again when he saw the necklace around your neck, still carrying the ring you had saved all those years ago. A warbled “daddy” was drawn out of him as he kissed the spot on your chest the ring rested on as he clambered on top of you.

After all these years he could finally have you inside him, and it was all you both had waited for as he rode you, as inexperienced he his kissing had once been, but neither of you seemed to care as you just gripped his hips to lead him. You were over 200 years old, but never in all your years had you seen something as beautiful as Steve on the woes of pleasure, moans and whines of pleasure, “daddy” being repeated almost like a prayer.

Even as he came Steve didn’t seem to want to stop, and your mutant genes and his super soldier serum allowed you to keep going for multiple rounds, giving your boy all that he had missed during the years he hadn’t been able to take you because of his health, hands grasping, and lips locked in passion that the future finally seemed to allow.

It took a while, but you got the two of you dragged to his bedroom and onto his bed, holding your boy close as he sighed a soft “daddy” against your neck as he clutched onto you like he still didn’t dare to believe that you were truly there. You guys would have to talk about it all at some point, some time soon, but right now all that mattered was holding your boy, and all that mattered for Steve was being held by you, his daddy.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #steve rogers #marvel #captain america #avengers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers x male reader #captain america imagine #captain america headcanon #captain america x male reader #captain america x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #avengers imagine #avengers headcanon #avengers x male reader #avengers x reader

[cozage]

Hello, how was your day? I wondered if you could maybe do a law x gn reader fic where the reader gets an asthma attack and doesn’t have their inhaler on them (it can be in a room i really don’t mind, no need to go too complicated). I really adore the way you write, and as an asthmatic little person, it would make me real happy if you could write it!

thanks in advance

Inhale, Count to Ten, Exhale

Characters: gn reader x Law Cw: asthma attack  Word count: 470

“Come on!” Shachi yelled, sprinting ahead of you. “They’re right behind us!”

“I’m trying,” you wheezed. It was getting hard to breathe, but you were so close to the Polar Tang. 

A blue hue spread out across your surroundings, and suddenly you were teleported to the couch in the common room of the Polar Tang. 

“They’re back!” Law shouted. “Depart immediately!”

You began coughing, trying to clear your airway for more oxygen. But it wasn’t enough. Your chest was so heavy, every breath was a challenge. 

Law noticed your struggle, and immediately came to sit down next to you. “Can you breathe?”

You shook your head, still in a fit of coughs. 

“Where’s your inhaler?” He asked.

You tried to speak, but you couldn’t get any words out. All of your energy was focused on getting air to your lungs. But they just weren’t working well enough. 

“It’s okay,” Law said, grabbing a pen from the coffee table. “Room!”

Your inhaler suddenly appeared in his hand, and he quickly uncapped it and passed it off to you. 

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with as much oxygen as you could manage, and then exhaled. Putting your lips around the tube, you pressed down and took another deep breath in. 

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.” Law counted out loud as you thought of them, and then you exhaled everything you could, clearing your lungs and your mind. 

He sat with you, observing your breathing carefully for a minute. 

“Do you need another one?” He asked. Your breathing seemed normal, but he wanted to hear your input. 

“I’m okay,” you said. “Thank you.”

“No big deal. Just glad you’re okay.”

You gave him a knowing smirk. “You were worried.”

Law clicked his tongue in annoyance, and you knew you were right. 

“How’d you know, though?” you asked. “How’d you know where it was?”

“I have them stashed throughout the ship.” His cheeks turned a light rose color. “Just in case you need them.”

“Trafalgar Law!” You were so giddy with him, and you weren’t going to let this little act of love go. “You are such a romantic!”

“I am not!” he snapped, his blush deepening, having been caught and called out. “I just worry sometimes.”

You hummed in delight, snuggling up to him on the couch. “That’s enough to be a romantic by your standards.”

You could feel him shift beneath you, trying to act like he disagreed. But you knew he was only moving to get more comfortable, so the two of you could lay there as long as you liked. 

He may be able to trick everyone else in this world, but you knew how much he cared about his crew. You knew how much he loved you.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #✧˚law✧˚ #cozage

[softdykellie]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ illicit affairs | ellie w.

PAIRING : dealer!ellie x fem!reader

SUMMARY : ellie williams has been in love with her best friend for as long as she could remember, there was only one problem: her girlfriend. that is until reader finds herself needing some comfort.

WARNING : cheating and somewhat nsfw!

WORD COUNT : 1,027

Your head was in Ellie’s lap for the fourth time that week, the familiar smell of weed and sandalwood overwhelming your senses as she exhaled the cream smoke facing towards the ceiling. Abby had cancelled on you again, urgent basketball practice, desperate excuses, bashful nicknames, a promise that would not be kept of making it up to you. Ellie passed you the blunt placing it right between your softly opened lips and watched with eager green eyes as you inhaled, her teaching, as you could finally avoid the embarrassing coughs rejecting the substance from your throat. Nothing could get past your best friend, especially not the tears that prickled your eyes in abnormal gloss.

“Hey” she said softly, taking hold of your chin between her fingers, squinting eyes as you exhaled directly at her face as a failed distraction tactic “Abby’s a fucking asshole, alright?”

“Don't talk about her like that” you defended instinctively.

Ellie raised both her hands in defense before snatching the blunt from you and placing it down, unusually letting it go to waste and bringing a pout to your face in response “All I’m saying is if I had a pretty girl like you waiting for me to get back every day I would do absolutely nothing of my life except going home to you”

You had kissed once, years back. Two sixteen year olds who had gotten into the liquor cabinet blissfully unaware of when to stop, challenging each other for one more chug. When the world spun out of control, a staring match bloomed for grounding. She’d figure you’d both burn out laughing at the nothingness, but your irises turned out to be magnets. Twenty seconds you stood in silence, basking in each other's personal sunlight beaming of indecipherable desire. You leaned in first, she remembered. Strawberry lip gloss like an ode. She still licked her lips after every taste of strawberry milk– remnants of you. You never spoke of the kiss again.

“She's got half the cheerleading squad chasing after her at every game, way prettier girls at every corner-”

“They've got nothing on you, have you seen you? Fuck, you are breathtaking. I'm a fine arts major and half a blunt away from going asthmatic, trust me I know breathtaking when I see it”

“What did you lace your smoke with, I think it's messing with your brain”

“I’m not being funny” she said seriously, scooting in a way that forced you to sit up from her lap and face forward. You weren't entirely oblivious to the romantic undertones of your friendship with Ellie, it had been there long before either of you fully knew what it meant and it would likely stay long after you have decided to act as if it wasn't there, this was just the first time you felt impulsed to act on it. The way she looked at you drew shivers up your spine and tired your eyelids, feeling completely seen and understood under the warmest gaze. You had thought yourself insufficient many times, unloveable a hundred more, and though not fully anyone's fault but your own, those doubts seemed to only slip away when Ellie had you trapped by her gaze. You watched intently as she lowered her eyes towards your lips. Your voice reacted before your body could.

“Ellie we can't-”

“Shh” she mumbled, leaning in “tell me when to stop”

Her lips ghosted over your own and you closed your eyes at the feeling of her warm breath so close, you were only children when your first and only kiss had occurred and Ellie has had plenty of experience afterwards, nowhere near as shy as you had remembered her to be. Her nose caressed your own in the lightest of touch and her hands reached up behind your neck, gripping you. You whispered her name in disapproval as it was all you could bear to do with the fast approaching lump in your throat blocking all senses. She hushed you again, leaning against your face and getting abnormally close to your ears, taking a strand of hair and placing it behind it.

“Tell me to stop and I will” she whispered in a low voice.

Before you could process anything her lips sucked in your earlobe softly, you let out a gasp that only made you feel her smile against your skin, slowly trailing wet kisses down your neck stopping by the clavicule. She stopped herself to look you in the face, demanding softly you opened your eyes and against all judgement you complied. Inches stood between you, there was still time to look back. Except maybe you didn't want to. You were desperate for attention and there it was, being handed to you on a silver platter by someone you so dearly trusted. It had been the second time you were first to lean in. You captured Ellies lips in the softest of kisses, melting into her touch that held you at the waist as though any gust of wind would carry you away from her reach. Soon enough the kiss was hungry, desperate even, your hands at her hair pulling it down, letting her groans echo inside your mouth, she leaped you into her lap and traced the arch of your back underneath the oversized shirt you wore till it reached and undone the clasp of your bra.

“Breathtaking” Ellie mumbled against your lips, grabbing a fistful of your breast and squeezing it, proud of herself at the moan you let out. She kissed down your neck once again, pulling on your shirt so you'd raise your arms and allow her to pull it off you. She wanted to hear her name come out of your lips, wanted to claim territory in every inch of your skin and dip herself between your legs with such earnest desire you'd know deep in your bones your girlfriend had never touched you this way.

And then your phone rang. The pet name baby lighting up your screen. You looked between your phone and Ellie for a moment, and then you picked up.

“Hi, yeah, I'll go find you. I missed you too.”

#dealer!ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams #softdykellie #ellie x fem!reader #tlou #tlou fanfiction

[beenbaanbuun]

inhaler w/ yunho

i wrote this bc i’m sick at the minute and so my asthma is 10x worse than usual and (as always) i have no fucking clue where my inhaler is :D

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forgetful!asthmatic!reader who always misplaces your inhaler mixed with clueless!boyfriend!yunho who can’t help but feel a little lost

okay so we all know he’s a sweetie pie but i just feel like he’d be a little nonchalant about the situation when he first finds out

he just kind of brushes it off because asthma’s a pretty common thing, right?

and like, it just means you get out of breath a little quicker, doesn’t it? nothing to worry too much about

besides, you seem to have it all under control - what could he possibly do to help that you don’t already do for yourself!

there’s no point in him worrying over something that he doesn’t need to

but then he’s over at your apartment for a movie night, the two of you snuggled up together on the couch

he’s trying to pay attention to the film, but he can’t help but notice that you’re breathing a little heavier than usual

he keeps an eye on you out of the corner of his eye, just because he’s a good boyfriend and he wants to make you’re you’re 100% okay

and despite the way your chest is rising and falling like you’ve just come off of a 4 mile run, you seem perfectly happy

you’re not behaving out of the ordinary or doing anything you normally wouldn’t, so you probably have it all under control yourself

so once he’s sure you’re not dying, he stops checking on you so much because you seem like you’re fine, other than the obvious

and even if you weren’t, he wasn’t going to overstep and assume anything; you’d let him know if you needed his help

but then after a few more minutes, he hears you take a really deep breath, like you’re trying to fill your lungs to the brim with air

that in itself is a little concerning, but then he hears you wheeze as you take in the breath, the tightness in your chest now audible

his gaze shoots to you again, only this time he’s definitely concerned about you

“are you alright?” he frowns, “what was that?”

you look at him confused, eyebrows furrowed because you don’t understand what he’s talking about

“what was what?”

“the wheeze thing you just did,” he confirms, “are you alright?”

and as he says that it dawns on you that this is the first time he’s ever properly seen the effects of your asthma

like sure, your asthma has an effect on damn near everything you do but yunho’s never bore witness to it when it’s at its worst

when you don’t even have to move to be out of breath; sitting there is simply enough to make you feel like your lungs have decreased by 50%

when breathing is a chore in itself and to even feel like you’re getting enough oxygen, every breath you take is heavy and deep

when alongside each of those deep breaths comes a wheeze that you have to learn to block out before it drives you insane

it almost seems like a good thing that yunho has never seen it in full force before; it means that days like this aren’t as regular as you think they are

“it’s just my asthma,” you shrug, “nothing i can’t cope with, yun.”

you say it like it is because it is just your asthma; it’s nothing you haven’t been dealing with since you were a child

but yunho feels like he’s going insane because how are you so nonchalant about not being able to breathe?

“do you need your inhaler?” he asks, “if you let me know where it is i’ll grab it for you.”

you think for a second

you know you should take it, but for some reason you can’t place your finger on where you had it last

“i’ll find it later,” you tell him, knowing it’s likely that you’ll have to scour the entire apartment to find it, “don’t worry too much, okay?”

yunho just stares at you with his mouth gaped because how could you sound so unbothered about the fact that you sound like you’re dying?!?

and what do you mean by ‘find it’? surely you’d know where it is since since it’s, y’know, your medication??

“well i am worried,” he says with a frown, “do you not know where it is?”

again, you shrug

“probably in the bedroom but i’m not too sure where,” you say, “or it could be in one of my bags. maybe my black one!”

yunho kicks himself for not being more attentive of the issue

party because he feels like maybe he’s been ignoring just how bad of an issue your condition really is

but mainly because he should’ve known that no matter the condition you would definitely not be as attentive as you should be

“i’m going to find it,” he gets up from the sofa and begins to walk past you but you grab hold of his wrist to stop him

he just looks down at you with a cocked brow and an unhappy look on his face

even you staring up at him with puppy eyes can’t stop him from feeling agitated at you and your inability to see this as an issue

“yunho, sit down,” you command, but he doesn’t, “yunho, i’m being serious. i’ve dealt with this millions of times; i know how to cope without an inhaler.”

he still doesn’t sit, waiting for you to elaborate

because it’s not that he doesn’t believe that you’ve dealt with it a whole bunch, but he isn’t too sure on whether to trust your method of dealing with it

especially when your method of dealing with most things is ‘let it sort itself out’

“i just need to sit here for a while, alright?” you rub your thumb along the wrist you’re holding, as if you’re trying to comfort him, “it won’t help it, but at least it won’t get worse.”

that sounds an awful lot like ‘letting it sort itself out’ to him, but he doesn’t argue with you about it…

because he can’t help but notice that you’re talking to him like he’s a scared child; all soft and quiet like any loud noise might frighten him

and he realises that maybe he is a little scared of the whole situation, because he’s never dealt with it before

not with anyone, let alone someone he loves as deeply as he loves you

perhaps he just wishes you took your own safety a little more seriously than you seem to be doing, even if he knows deep down that you know better than he does

and maybe he just wishes he doesn’t feel so helpless in this situation, no matter how small it may seem to you

you seem to notice that though

“if you want to do something to help, you can get me a hot drink,” you throw a gentle smile in his direction, “i’ll take my preventative inhaler when it’s time for bed, and we can find my blue one before we sleep”

he thinks it over for a few minutes, trying to hush the voice in his head that tells him he needs to solve this before the problem gets any bigger

he knows it won’t; you’ve told him that it won’t and he believes you

you know what you’re doing, he repeats like a mantra in his head

“do you want cocoa, tea or coffee?” he finally mutters

“coffee,” you say, kissing his arm gently before letting him go, “now stop panicking otherwise you might be the one in need of medical attention, and i won’t know how to help.”

he snorts out a tiny laugh, and you can’t help but think about how nice it is to watch the worry drain from his face

“coffee it is, my little steam train.”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #yunho fanfic #yunho x reader #ateez fluff #yunho fluff