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life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.8

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 3.1k+

a/n: this has a crossover with @jae-canikeepyou ‘s series serenity in us 🤭 read that if you like, you’d love it 🤗 so now i’m back from hiatus! enjoy your coffee time 💚 note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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“how are you coping?” was one of the last messages johnny had sent you. after your breakdown and asthma attack, he didn’t send you any more, just short ones as he was planning his baby thesis together with kun on psychology. he also had to do his paediatric studies on saturdays.

besides, you guys were entering to your final year very soon.

you decided to give him space, you as well needed to catch up with your own (being at the library at the moment)- even though it was stressful enough to have your parents by the ends of your hair strands most of your life. it was habitual, you guessed.

it was also ironic because even though you dislike shoving your face in books and research papers, you found yourself kind of listening to their orders of studying hard.

but you soon realised you were doing this for yourself, not for them.

somehow you wished you never agreed to meet them that day. you just ended up disappointed and hurt like you always had.

your phone rang when you just quickly put it down, receiving mean glares and shushes from the people around the table. taking your stuff and shoving them in your bag, you ran out of the library and called back the person who conveniently decided to embarass you.

“you just love to distract me, do you, johnny?” placing your phone between your ear and shoulder, fixing the heel of your socks.

a soft chuckle heard from the other line, a voice you kinda want to hear. “because i know you will be. want to go for coffee? i finished my project so i can meet you at the atrium.”

“please, i got homework to finish.” you dramatically told him, turning to your left then walking down the stairs.

“hm, interesting.” he hummed, “if you got homework to finish then why did you change your path down the stairs?”

you halted as you almost set foot to the atrium’s entrance. looking up, he was there by the railings.

“i see i got a stalker.”

“the one and only.” johnny smiled and waved at you from the balcony before going down the stairs to meet you.

placing your phone in your pocket when he stood in front of you, you laughed, “dear me, do i need to call the police?”

he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, “please don’t. besides you owe me coffee, it’s been a week.”

you slapped his chest lightly. what’s with him and coffee? “dude that’s what you’ve been wanting to do? don’t you have cash?”

“i spent it on youngmin’s medicine. little dude can’t keep still, always running around until he caught fever. but he does get regular check-ups.” he sighed, “medicine should be free, especially for kids.”

as you walked to the coffee shop at the next street, you concluded that maybe it was why johnny took paediatrics, to monitor youngmin’s health.

johnny was on his final year of his double degree in psychology and paediatric studies, so his schedules were going to be busy. an idea came up to your mind. “say, why don’t i take him to the clinic for his checkup appointments? so you could focus on your studies.”

johnny’s slightly tired face lit up, “really? you can do that?” you nodded as you both entered the coffee shop, “that’s great, it’ll be a huge help.” looking at the drinks menu, he hummed. “you know what, drinks are on me today, i’m suddenly in a good mood.”

you giggled when he took out a five dollar bill on his hand, “so you can treat me coffee on days i take him for appointments, deal?”

“deal-“ johnny flicked his head to you, “-wait!”his hand got freed of cash when you took the bill and jogged to the counter. he stifled a laugh seeing you already pointing at your desired drink, smiling endearingly at you until you turned to him.

“johnny, come on here and choose yours!” gesturing for him to come closer, “they’ve got an offer of buy one get one free.”

little did you two know, you didn’t notice the presence of both rowoon and seungcheol seated at the very end of the coffee shop. rowoon thought that seungcheol’s little crush on you was too obvious. he wondered why after all this time, the guy never seemed to talk to you.

“for a jock like you, you’re someone who’s actually soft for the girl you like.” he munched on the scone he bought, seungcheol then shaking his thoughts off of his mind.

“so what do you want me to do?” the doe eyed asked, taking a sip from his latte.

rowoon smirked, checking a piece of a paper slip before giving it to seungcheol. “nothing actually. you can stay put for now, but hold onto this.”

“if this gets us into trouble, rowoon, you’ll know what you’ll get.” seungcheol warned him, taking the envelope from him as the boy stood up to leave.

“don’t worry, hyung. we got this.”

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“no way! how come i just heard of this?” yoohyeon told you through the small screen, while you ate on ramyeon bought from the convenient store. she tutted her lips together, “hey y/n, is that all what you’ve been eating since i was gone for almost three weeks?”

“it’s my cheat day.” you slurped, wiping off excess soup from your cheek. “i’ve been studying my brain off, i need to de-stress somehow.”

yoohyeon whined playfully, “i want to de-stress too! the expectations here in paris is as high as the eiffel tower. but anyway, answer my question. so it’s still on the rocks with your parents?”

you hummed, not sure how to answer that just yet. “yeah definitely, can’t believe i’ve been stood up at the dinner.. well it’s not like it never happened to me.”

“well isn’t that great? there’s progress!” she sarcastically said because she knew how your relationship was with your parents. she then squinted her eyes. “then what about you and johnny? any progress in that?”

you coughed on a piece of noodle. “t-that, i don’t know. i heard he had an argument with his ex after youngmin’s party.”

“minji? after so long?” she questioned. “well, i hope she doesn’t give him a hard time. the guy’s moved on, given that his attention is so focused on you.”

you laughed a little, “who’s to say, it’s a little crush i have for him. there’s a fine line between falling in love and having a crush, you know? maybe it’s just admiration on my part. but him to me? i doubt it.” you felt a shuffle on the side as you placed the ramyeon on the table behind you, making yoohyeon tilt her head in question.

“did you get a puppy, y/n?”

“a cute one, actually.” shifting your phone for her to see clearly, youngmin snuggled next to you.

“oh, my, word.” she said dramatically, “you’re a certified mommy candidate for the little one. i’ve never seen him so close to anyone like that. johnny must love you to the point he trusted his son to you.”

“a: he doesn’t love me, and b: i offered to help him, alright? we’re not even gonna go there.” you shook your head, combing youngmin’s hair as he slept.

yoohyeon took a snap of that, sending it to johnny immediately. “oh isn’t it time for you to bring him to his appointment? it’s almost 1pm.”

“yes and you’ll be late for class.” you reminded her, “make me proud, yoohyeon. i helped you with your thesis, don’t put it waste.”

hearing you say that made her laugh so early in the morning. “it’s 6am here but roger that, momma!~” waving a goodbye before signing off.

you turned your phone off, putting your legs off of the sofa. then youngmin woke up and wiped his eyes, “mama i’m warm.”

you flicked your head to the boy, chuckling and patting his cheek. “it’s auntie y/n, youngmin.” he sat up and yawned, asking for a hug and you carried him, soon taking your leave to the clinic. “you’re going to get better.”

the little toddler was tired the whole time, and that worried you. wearing the carrier, you placed him facing you while he slept once more. the cooling patch on his forehead wasn’t doing any good to put his temperature down. he actually cried quite a bit on the way so you put a dummy on him, and thankfully he didn’t cause too much of a scene on the train.

stepping in the clinic, you suddenly saw your long time friend, jungkook. his eye smile never failed to be so contagious. “ah noona! you’re here again?”

“yeah, i need to be here for this little one. my friend’s son.” you ruffled his hair, and jungkook poked his cheek.

“he’s adorable! oh and guess what? i’m assisting the renowned dr. jung yunho tomorrow, i just finished meeting up with him.” his bunny smile showing.

you gave him a high-five, you were really proud of him. “nice on you sophomore, it’s gonna look good on your resume once you do your residency and fellowship.”

jungkook just scratched his head, blushing red. “it’s still a long ways to go, noona.” checking his watch, he gasped at the time. “and i don’t want to be late. catch up soon?”

you nodded and gave him a wave, “sure.”

the reception was close by and you confirmed youngmin’s booking. the nurse had to double check if you were the parent, and you clarified that you were substituting the child’s father, who couldn’t make it in the scheduled appointments and showed her the documents with johnny’s signature.

“i actually thought you were the mother. because mr. suh comes here alone often, other than the grandparents. so i got my hopes up when i recognised youngmin with a young lady. sorry about that.” she noted, giving you an apologetic smile.

“it’s not a problem, i haven’t met the mother as well so i guess we’re on the same page.” you smiled a bit, and took a pen from your bag, signing the check-in sheet.

“oh excuse me miss, you dropped something.” one intern next to the nurse pointed down while you muttered a thank you.

it was the extra coupon you had from all the coffee breaks you had with johnny. maybe i should use this later. so you placed it back again to use it again. slowly standing up, you removed youngmin from the carrier while the nurse took him in for a little check up before the actual appointment with dr. yunho.

“miss y/n!” you heard a little squeal, and it was one that you recognised so well. “long time no see!”

“hi liam!” you bent down to have a short chat. “are you here for a check up with the doctor?”

the kindergartener nodded quickly like he was so proud of it. “yes, i got a scratch on my face and on my leg because i fell.” you told him to be careful and he just pouted, saying that he would. he turned around to lady who called him, saying that they had to leave.

at the same time, you were called in by dr. yunho. you patted his hair and bid him goodbye. standing up, you were faced with a lady, who was around your age. must be liam’s mother.. you thought. but who were you to judge?

liam jumped as he left the hospital, whining that he was hungry. “can we go to mcdonald’s, auntie minji?”

she held his tiny hand, “of course, you did really well at the checkup.”

“then can you carry me there, please?” he pleaded, making puppy eyes to convince her, only for her to disagree.

“no can do, liam.” she poked his little nose and teased him. “you know auntie isn’t that strong like a superhero.”

after youngmin’s checkup, you were thankful that he didn’t need to be confined in the hospital. on the other hand, you were so dazzled by dr. yunho, how could someone be so handsome and smart at the same time? it was funny how he opened up so quickly, even mentioning that he had brothers who went to the same university as you- currently year one and year four. it didn’t feel like an appointment at all because of how he conversed.

youngmin seemed to have gotten used to being at the doctor’s, after the fact johnny told you that he used to cry a lot about it. and speaking of him, you got a call, just in time.

“hey y/n, i’m on my way there with bosco, we’ll drop him off at mom and dad’s first, then i owe you coffee again, is it the third time this month? anyway see you both in five minutes.”

you lit up, “sure, we’ll wait here.”

it took about five minutes for him to arrive. talk about consistency: another box ticked on your checklist. he came out of the car to help carry youngmin, while you got on after.

the nurses who saw this from the clinic had their hearts swooned in various places. johnny was young but the way he handled everything made him so mature.

“daddy material..” the intern’s eyes twinkled while she clasped her hands together.

“get back to work, rookie.” the nurse sighed.

“what? you were staring at him too, hypocrite.” she pouted.

as youngmin rested at his grandparents’ place, you and johnny made your way to the coffee shop. patters of rain drummed the windows and johnny sighed when he looked above. “i swear this is like the worse summer ever, it’s been raining for days.”

“can’t help it though. it was scorching hot as well. besides, fall is on the way, in a few weeks?” you stretched your neck and your back from side to side. the feeling of cracked bones was such a relief that johnny glimpsed at you back and forth and scrunched his face.

“sorry, you must’ve been tired from bringing youngmin to the clinic for three weeks.” he stopped the vehicle at the red light.

“it’s okay, it’s workout for me to carry him.” you snickered. as you said that, the rain gradually grew a bit stronger. so you looked up as well, and you didn’t like how it reminded you of the past.

it used to be about your parents, it still was, besides text messages you hadn’t heard any apologies from them at all. and that upsetted you.

another thing was the accident, you haven’t even came into terms with it. you still remembered the impact, the screeches from its tires, the way you flew, and the way you thought everything gone in a blink. it felt like it was yesterday.

johnny knew at one look that you were still processing everything that happened. it was something he wanted to help you overcome but he also knew it was a long journey and that it doesn’t just disappear overnight.

so an idea came up to him, he hoped you were up for it, and he hoped he was right. you felt the vehicle turn sharply to a corner. johnny turned the engine off, “y/n, let’s go out right now.”

your raised eyebrow made him want to laugh but he knew you would love this. “um, are you crazy? it’s raining cats and dogs outside, johnny.”

he just grinned at you. “i maybe am. but with a little bit of play in the cold of ‘cat and dog’ rain, you might just be crazy with me.” he got off the car and ran into the rain, hollering and spinning around.

your eyes widened, frantically turning your head around to check if people noticed him. reaching for the handle, you stared at the rain once more, hands shaking anxiously. should you go out once again?

“awooo!” johnny continued to shout and laugh. you stared at him deadpan, this was embarrassing.

you sighed, “johnny!” the secondhand embarassment you got from him was unbelievable. you ran towards him and stopped him from whatever he was doing. “what are you doing?”

“oh? the puppy chased me and stopped me.” he laughed and you just blinked your eyes in confusion. “cats.. dogs.. rain..? you and me? don’t you get it?”

“johnny, cats don’t howl.” you crossed your arms, finally getting what he meant. “let’s go, before we get sick.”

he didn’t say anything and pulled your arm, “i know you hate the rain but…” he trailed off, taking two pairs of airpods. putting one pair to your ears before he put another into his, he played one of coldplay’s biggest hits, and the song that calmed you down- a sky full of stars.

“let’s have some fun.”

the piano melody and the vocals filled the intro, johnny’s head started to follow the beat and sang. and naturally you followed, singing as well. the familiar music slowly building up. when it reached to the one minute and eighteenth mark, as if you and johnny shared the same braincells, started to jump in the rain.

he held your hand and twirled you around, then suddenly doing a crumping move on this medium-paced song, made you laugh. you’d say it out loud that johnny was a good dancer. it even showed when the next song- adventure of a lifetime, was next in queue.

that was where you confirmed he was groovy, pulling a little genre of modern swing. not that you knew how to do that certain dance pairing, but the music and johnny’s energy just made you dance with the flow.

his guided his hands to yours, leading you with his twists and turns. and in parts were the music were on a slight drop, he led you to follow him on certain easy steps.

you also had your share in adding steps and iconic movements, putting a little michael jackson moonwalk in it. johnny pointed at you in surprise, even in earphones, you could hear his laugh.

johnny and yourself probably looked like idiots dancing in the rain on the road towards the highway. but to the both of you, it was special, as you were dealing with heartbreaks in different aspects. music was definitely a de-stresser.

johnny looked at you with admiration. as you danced away in the rain, he felt like he was witnessing something beautiful. though the music was playing, he could hear his heart beating. and his eyes widened when the lyrics mirrored what he was feeling:

“now i feel my heart beating, i feel my heart underneath my skin, oh, you make me feel like i’m alive again.”

he smiled endearingly, he knew he was so attracted to you. he knew you had space in his heart, and he’d gladly give it to you.

you turned around, hair flicking slowly, then your eyes met.

and it was when he realised fully,

that he was starting to fall in love with you.

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shyxcherry · 1 year

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Frenemie | KYS

summary: You met San your first semester of college. When he introduces you to his friends, it goes well. That was he introduces you to Yeosang. Since the day you two have met, he’s been rude to you. You have been able to take it, but what happens when he takes it too far?

pairing: Yeosang X Reader

genre/warning: college au, enemies to lovers, angst, smut (blowjob)

Word count: 4k

note: a halloween scenario for one of my favorite days of the year. this is my first time writing smut, so please bear with me as i get used to writing it. feedback is greatly appreciated!

You push open the doors to the library as you hurry inside. The fall weather had made itself known this past week as the as the temperature dropped. This was your favorite time of the year. The leaves changing color, the cool weather, and the holidays being around the corner. You couldn’t wait to watch Halloween movies with your friends like you always do.

You made your way up to the second floor where you were meeting your best friend San. You and San met in your first semester of college. His was in your English class, and the two of you got paired up for a project together. The two of you got along great, and here you two were a year and a half later. The two of you had similar degrees as well. You were going to college for computer science and engineering, and his degree was chemical engineering. The two of you were quite the opposite. He was very loud and outgoing. He was never scared to say what was on his mind. You, on the other hand, were on the quiet side. You normally would just sit there and mind your business as San would go on his hour-long rants.

You saw the blonde hair boy and made your way over to him. You ruffled his hair around as you sat beside him. He looked over at you with a smile.

“Well, if it isn’t my best friend.”

“You’re just saying that because I brought you this.” You hold out the drink that you picked up for him. He let out a small squeal of happiness as he took the coffee from you. He took a sip before letting out a sigh of relief.

“This is why I love you.”

“I know.” You start to pull out your things. As you did, you noticed someone else’s stuff laid out in front of you. “Who is studying with us?”

“About that.” San said scratching the back of his head. You looked over at him. “Look I tried to stop him, but he insisted on coming with me.”

“Hello, princess.”

You looked up and saw the devil sitting in the seat across from you. Oh, you meant Kang Yeosang. You were introduced to him by San, though you wished you haven’t. All of San’s other friends you’ve met have been nice to you, even becoming friends of yours. Except Yeosang. He has been a complete asshole to you ever since you’ve met. His first words to you were an insult to your shirt, and it’s went downhill from there. You can’t ever say anything without him responding rudely to you. Even if you weren’t talking to him. You have gotten better at insulting him back, but it still hurts you. Especially when you had a crush on him when you first met. Even now, you can’t deny his looks. You just wished his personality was anything as good as his looks. You honestly couldn’t tell if you still had that crush because every time you look at him now, all you see is anger.

“Yeosang, you promised to be civil.” San told him.

“I just said hello. How much nicer could I get?” Yeosang asked.

“Hello, Yeosang.” You greeted. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good until you showed up.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I guess 5 minutes was too much to ask for.”

The three of you started to study together. Well, you and San were studying while Yeosang was playing a game on his phone. You and San were both asking opinions about your studies, and Yeosang could only stand hearing you talk for so long. It went on for thirty minutes before Yeosang opened his mouth again.

“I don’t see how the two of you are friends?” Yeosang commented causing you to roll your eyes.

“I could say the same about you.”

“Don’t start, you two.” San warned.

“I’m just saying.” Yeosang raised his hands. “She’s just a two-faced bitch who is leaching off of you. Who knows what stuff she’s saying about you behind your back.”

You look at him in shock as he said those things about you. I mean, I know the two of you didn’t get along, but you didn’t think he thought that lowly of you. That stung you a little as you sat back in your seat. You watched as San scold Yeosang for what he’s said about you. Yeosang talked right back to him. You didn’t pay attention to much of the conversation, but you did hear Yeosang say something along the lines of “She’s pathetic.”

You refuse to listen to him belittling you any longer. You shut your laptop before putting that and your notebook in your bag. San tries to grab your wrist to stop you.

“(Y/N), please don’t leave. Yeosang will apologize.”

“No, I’m not.”

“No, am done being belittled by someone who clearly thinks the world revolves around him.”

“I mean, it does.”

You look at him dead in the eyes. “I wish I could forget the day that I ever met you.”

“(Y/N)” Yeosang starts to say, but you interrupt him.

“Go fuck yourself.”

You turn around and leave the table. You quickly wipe at your face as the tears fall down them. You didn’t want to lose a friend like San, but if Yeosang was in the picture, you were going to have to.

You hum along softly to the music in your headphones as you open the door to your favorite café. The small of coffee and baked goods enter your senses lulling you into a calm manner. There were many people in the café, so you were able to have a large booth to yourself. You throw your bag on the seat before ripping the headphones out of your ears. You place the headphones and your phone on the table before turning and making your way towards the counter. You looked over the baked goods that were in the display case before deciding on a blueberry muffin, your favorite. You ordered that and a hot chocolate, the weather outside perfect for one.

You take your hot chocolate and your muffin and make your way back to your spot. You get comfortable in your seat before pulling out your laptop. You stuff your headphones and pull up your half-written essay for your Software System class. You were supposed to write a 10-page essay of how different software systems are helping the economy today, and what ideas you had that could help increase that. It was due on Friday, and it was now Wednesday. You wanted to finish it before because the was a Halloween party that you and Chae were going to. You were 6 pages down which was good for you. You didn’t normally struggle with writing essays, but you’ve had a lot on your mind. You shake your head when a certain male pops up in your mind.

You had spent a good thirty minutes on your essay when you were interrupted. You flinch when your headphones were ripped from your ears. You look up to see a mess of vibrant purple hair sliding into the seat in front of you. They fix their hair to reveal the culprit. San.

You had been ignoring him and the others for the past week. As much as you hated it, the farther away from them you were, the farther away you were from Yeosang. San had been messaging you nonstop, even if you said that you were busy. He knew you too well.

“What’s up, loser.”

“What are you doing here? No of you ever come to this place. It’s too ‘boring.’” You brought your hands up to quote boring. You loved the atmosphere of this place. The colors were mostly neutral, which you were a fan of. The always played classical music. It was very calming.

“Because you weren’t at the library or your dorm. Chae said that you were here.”

“So, you were looking for me?” You asked taking a sip of your drink. “Why didn’t you just text me?”

“You’ve been ignoring me.”

“Correction, I’ve been ignoring all of you.”

You flinch as the man in front of you kicked your shin. You kicked him back before pulling you feet in, tucking them underneath you. You rubbed at your now sore shin. You could already feel the knot forming.

“This is why I’m ignoring you. You’re all so mean to me.”

“You poor baby.” San laughed at you being overdramatic. “Only one of us are mean to you.”

“We were having such a good conversation. Why did you have to bring him up?” You pout.

“Because I know that’s why you’re ignoring us.”

“You’re not wrong.” You admit. “I’m tired of not being able to say or do anything with a smartass response from him. We’re not in high school anymore. I’m done dealing with that bullying shit.”

“He means well.” San spoke making you roll your eyes. You slap his hand away as he tries to take some of your muffin, but it doesn’t do any well. You watch as he takes the rest of your muffin and stuff it down his throat. “As long as I’ve known him, he’s never talked about his feelings well.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full. That’s disgusting.”

San’s response was to open his mouth, showing the contents of the chewed-up muffin. You grabbed what was closest to you which was a crumbled-up piece of paper and threw it at him. You laughed as it bounced off of his head. You stuck your tongue out at him when he called you a bitch before picking up the piece of paper.

“All foolishness aside, I think that you and Yeosang should talk. I know he’s sorry.”

“So, I can have him call me a two-faced bitch again?”

“I already scolded him for that.” San told you. “And by scolded, I mean I got kicked out of the library for yelling so loud.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“I know Wooyoung also chewed him out for it.” San mentioned. “And now he’s starting to realize how much he hurt you.”

“Then why hasn’t he apologized?”

“Have you met the guy? He’s the most stubborn out of all of us. He wants to do it in person, but you’ve been ignoring all of us.” San explained.

“Why is this so important to you?”

“Because the dude’s in love with you!” San raised his voice. He let out a loud gasp as he covered his mouth with his hand. “You didn’t hear that.”

“I did, but that doesn’t mean I believe it.”

“You don’t?” He asked.

“Just because you said something doesn’t mean I’ll believe you.”

“That’s exactly why you should believe it!”

“So, you’re telling me that man who has been rude to me for the past year has feelings for me?” You cross your arms as you look at him. He nods his head in agreement. “So, we’re back in middle school where the boy bullies the girl they like?”

“I never said he was smart. Just talk to him, okay. I promise you he won’t be mean.”

“What about the party Friday? Will all of you be there?”

“What kind of question is that?” San asked. “If there is alcohol, we’ll be there.”

“I’ll talk to him them.” You tell him. He looked at you skeptically. He raised up his hand and stuck out his pinky finger.

“Promise?”

You roll your eyes and link your finger with his.

“Promise.”

“Good for you. You look happy and healthy. Not me if you ever cared to ask.”

You watched Chae sing into a hairbrush as you finish getting ready for the Halloween party. You would yell at her for being noisy, but the whole hallway was getting ready for the party. Some girls were even getting ready out in the hall for some reason. One had claimed that it was cooler.

Chae had already had five shots of vodka with some girl outside who snuck some alcohol into the dorm. She had also convinced you to take three. You almost said no until she said that it was some sort of unspoken rule to go to a party sober, so you complied.

The two of you were going to the party as Maddie and Cassie from Euphoria. Chae had forced you to binge watch it with you, and the two of you fell in love with the show. Chae wanted to be Cassie, so you were Maddie. Not that you minded. You liked Maddie better. Only downfall was the makeup. It took you a solid half hour to do her normal dramatic makeup, but you somehow did it. And it didn’t look have bad. Chae had to help you put on false lashes, because you couldn’t do it to save your life. She also forced you to let her do your hair. She pulled your hair up into a half ponytail before curling it.

The two of you hitched a ride with someone from Chae’s class along with five other people. Chae had to sit on your lap to fit, but you didn’t mind. You did have to slap her a few times as she danced to the music that was blaring from the radio. She made up for it when she fell out of the car when it parked. She claimed in her defense that the girl next to you, Seulgi, had pushed her.

You could hear the music blaring from down the block where you parked. You could see everyone from the college was making their way to the house in their costumes. You could see someone in a Scream costume running towards the two of you with a plastic knife. You couldn’t tell who it was, but when you saw a familiar face running after him, you realized who it was. It was your two friends Mingi and Yunho who you had met through San. Mingi was dressed up as Scream, and Yunho was James Bond.

Mingi ran past you screaming at the top of his lungs. Yunho got tired of running after him and stopped beside you. He placed his hand on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

“How much has he had to drink?��

“Nothing.” Yunho laughed at you. “This it typical Mingi behavior. You should know this.”

You and Chae followed him as you entered the house. You could barely hear yourself think as the music was so loud. There were bright, colorful lights that lit up the place. Chae grabbed your hand as you made your way to where to drinks were.

“(Y/N), my love.”

You saw a flash of purple as arms wrapped around you. You squirm as your best friend squeezes you tight.

“San, let me go.”

San let you go as his partner in crime, Wooyoung, came over to you two. You looked at the two of them. It didn’t take a genius to know who they were. They were Raven and Beast Boy from Teen Titans. San was Raven, and Wooyoung was Beast Boy. San had taken his character to the next level by dying his hair purple to match Raven’s. Wooyoung had sprayed his hair green. They still looked good in your opinion.

“Guess who we are?”

You put your hand up to your chin like you had to think about it. “Are you Raven and Beast Boy?”

“We are!” San said.

“You’re such a cute couple.” Chae said after taking a sip of her drink.

“Chae, baby. You know that he could never replace you.” Wooyoung told your friend. San, let out a loud gasp at this.

“How dare you?”

You and Chae laughed as San hit Wooyoung with his costume prop. You took it upon yourself to make yourself a drink as these three were too busy. You took a long drink before you made your way to the dance floor. You had your drink in your hand as you danced. You didn’t normally act like this, but the alcohol helped you let loose. You swayed your hips to the loud music. You danced with a few friends that you saw. That was until you felt someone come up behind you. Their hands landed on your hips as you danced along to them. You assumed it was either San or Wooyoung, but you were wrong.

“You look amazing tonight.”

Your eyes widened as you turned around in his grip. You met the eyes of Yeosang as he stared at you with a smirk. The first thing you saw the crown on his head. He had dressed up as a prince. You could have made a scene, but you decided against it. You wrapped your hands around his neck before sliding your hands down his chest. You felt him flinch as your hand brushed over his crouch. You laugh at him as his grip tightened around your waist.

“You better keep up, my prince.”

You turned back around in his arms. You had a feeling you were going to regret this in the morning as you grinded against him. He was stunned for a second before he regained himself and danced with you. His head rested on your shoulder as you danced together. That was until you felt a problem. More specifically, his problem.

“You have a problem, prince?” You asked him. You felt him stiffen at your words. He had hoped that you couldn’t feel it. He didn’t want the moment to stop.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” You turned to look at him. His face was red as he refused to meet your eyes. “Do you want some help?”

His eyes widened as he looked down at you. He thought you were joking for a moment, but you assured him you weren’t. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Were you really asking to help him? After all that had happened between the two of you.

As soon as he agreed, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. You searched for a room that wasn’t locked and lead him in there before locking the door. You waisted no time pushing him onto the bed. Before you did anything though, you decided to have a little fun. You grabbed his shoulders as you straddled Yeosang’s lap. You played with the ends of this hair as you stared into his eyes. You watched as his cheeks turned red as he tried to avoid eye contact with you.

“The only question left to ask is what is in this for me?” You ask. You ran your hand down his chest. You watched his head fall back in pleasure as you palmed him through his jeans. “Are you going to repay me?”

“God yes.”

“Good boy.” You remove yourself from his lap before kneeling down in front of him. “Who knew that Kang Yeosang was such a sub.”

“I am not.”

You unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, revealing his hard length. You grab his length and start to slowly move you hand up and down. You enjoy the small sounds that come out of his mouth as you stroke him. As soon as he was getting into it, your hand stopped moving. His eyes opened as the looked at you, mouth agape.

“Why did you stop?”

“I think you know what I want.” You wink at him. “I want you to beg.”

You smile as the groan that came out of his mouth. He seemed like he debated against it, but he knew that you weren’t going to continue until he did.

“(Y/N), please keep going. Your hand feels so good.”

You rewarded him by starting to move your hand again. “You want only my hand. Nothing else?”

You hear him gasp as you lick a long strip up the underside of his length. You continue up to lick the precum that had started dripping down. You look up at him through thick eyelashes. You smile as you stop using your mouth and continue to use your hand. Not continuing with your mouth until he told you wanted.

“Use your words.”

“Will you use your mouth? Please.” You met Yeosang’s pleading eyes. You placed his tip in your mouth and started sucking slightly. You watched him throw his head back in pleasure. “Oh, God. You feel so good.”

You felt your confidence skyrocket as you saw the effect that you had on Yeosang. How he went from a bully to begging you to suck his cock. Especially since you didn’t have much experience in this, but he didn’t need to know that. All you knew was that you loved the sounds that came out of this mouth.

You started to bob you head up and down his length, your hand wrapping around what can’t fit. You saw his hand reach up to grab your hair but stopped midway. You let go of his length with a pop and pulled away slightly. You met his eyes once again as you pull all of your hair into your hands. You motion for him to grab it. You saw him hesitate to grab it.

“You can pull it. You won’t hurt me.”

Once you said that, Yeosang gently grabbed your hair from you. As you started to deep throat him again, you felt him start to pull your hair. You moan around him when he starts to pull harder. He seemed to like that as he would pull your hair harder every so often.

“God, (Y/N). You feel so good. I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, you released him. A loud groan came from his mouth at the missing feeling of you. Your fingers run up and down his shaft as you look up at him.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes, please let me.” Yeosang begs for you.

“Since you’ve been good.” You tell him. “Where?”

“Your mouth.” You wait a few seconds as you continue to stroke him. A low whine exits his parted lips as he looks down at you. “Please let me cum.”

You let out a low chuckle as you finally give him what he wants. You place your mouth around his shaft, bobbing your head up and down. His hand returns to your hair as you speed up your pace. You felt yourself becoming aroused at the small sounds that come out of his mouth. You can tell he’s close because his moans are becoming louder and louder.

Your name came out of his mouth in chants as he reached his climax. As he cum, you made sure to swallow all that you could. You removed your mouth from his shaft, a whine coming from his lips. You lick your lips as you look up at him. You got up from your knees to sit in his lap once again. Your chests touching as he tried to catch his breath. You looked into his eyes. This time he held eye contact which you enjoyed. He lifted his hand up and wiped the corner of your lips. You wrap you tongue around his finger as you sucked his finger. Your eyes met his as he watched you intently. You released his finger as you smirked at him. You lean closer to him.

“How was that?”

“Amazing.” He answered honestly. “Are you going to let me return the favor?”

You think about it for a moment. “Maybe later. You still owe me an apology.”

You pull down your skirt as you remove yourself from Yeosang’s lap. You fix your hair and makeup in the mirror before walking towards the door.

“(Y/N), wait.”

You turn to look at him. He fixes himself as he stands up from the bed. His eyes don’t leave yours. After that, you’re not as mad at him anymore. He wasn’t looking at you like you were some one-night stand. There were feelings behind those eyes. San was right. Even though you didn’t agree with his way of doing things, you could see how sorry he was. You still wanted an apology though.

“You have my number.” You interrupt him. Both you and him were tipsy. Not far enough to where you’re going to forget when happened in the morning, but not sober enough to talk about feelings. “If you message me in the morning, I’ll know you’re serious about this.”

“I won’t let you down.”

You smile at him. “I hope not.”

You turn and unlock the door before walking back out into the party. You spend the rest of the night getting drunk and dancing with Chae. You don’t miss locking eyes with Yeosang a few times as he watches you. You really hope he calls you in the morning. Because you don’t want to be hurt by him again.

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stars-couragetobefree · 2 years

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Quietly steps in here...

I've been sick with a headcold for Weeks so i was wondering if you'd do a hero(real world) x sick!reader? I don't ever request things so im not sure the way to do it.. if there's a better way to format this please lmk and ill resend!

That's alright. There's no "right" way to do this, this is perfect, thank you! Anything broad or even specific, I'll try my best to write. I hope you enjoy.

You were sick of being sick. That sentence wasn’t even funny anymore, since you’ve been sick for who knows how long now! Hours? Days? Weeks, even? You don’t even know, you haven't kept track. Your throat was sore and your head hurt. You couldn’t even groan in frustration anymore….

You wished you could call your friends, do anything, but god knows you were too sick to do it.

This was the worst.

Then, you heard a knock on your door. It must’ve been your mom or dad, probably with more medicine or something. Whatever, you tell them they can come in.

…To your surprise, it wasn’t your parents at the door. Instead you were met with the handsome face of Hero, smiling at you warmly.

You nearly fell off your bed in surprise. You ask him what he was doing here, albeit it ending in a coughing fit.

He grinned proudly and placed down a first aid kit, “Your friends told me you were sick, so they suggested I come over, since I am studying to be a doctor,” he then sat down a little bit away from your bed, “They also said you needed someone you were ‘comfortable’ with to take care of you, so here I am! Is that okay with you?”

Your friends…. Of course they would call Hero here.. You realized he asked you a question and you frantically told him it was alright, you were happy he was here! To take care of you… as a doctor of course!

He smiled brightly at you, “Good, thank you!” You thought to yourself that his smile could probably cure you of all diseases….

You then felt Hero’s hand on your forehead, probably feeling for your temperature. But even then, you melted at his soft touch. You wished he would never let go of you and this would stay forever, but of course not, and he let go of you and opened the first aid kit. He took out a thermometer.

“Alright.. Here you go,” he held out the thermometer for you to take. Okay, don’t be weird, he’s just taking your temperature. Be calm. You took the thermometer in your mouth.

Hero hadn’t let go of the thermometer, this contact was interesting to him.. Intimate even. He smiled a little. “Cute..” he thought to himself. When you glanced back at him though, he blushed and retracted his hand, “S-Sorry! Okay, we’ll have to wait a little..”

He rolled up his sleeves and checked his watch, then he started to look through the first aid kit again. He was kinda trying to distract himself, he has to stay cool. This is the cool, charming Hero. No getting flustered now. No matter how cute you were going to be, he had to be the cool and composed Hero. He then heard the thermometer beep, signaling it was done.

“Okay, and… there we go,” he took it off of you. He took the glasses that were hung on his shirt and put them on. Wait, Hero wore glasses? Oh no. He’s even more attractive with them on-

“Yep, that’s a cold alright. 40 degrees celsius.” He nodded, taking the glasses off. Though you honestly wished he’d keep them on. Can’t have everything…

He put the thermometer back, and continued to rummage through the kit, “Tell me, is your throat sore? W-Well, maybe not tell me. Just nod if it is,” he asked you, which you responded with nodding. Yeah, your throat was sore, it was awful.

“Well, in that case, I have some lozenges here!” He passes one to you, “They’re lemon flavored too,” he winked at you. You blushed again and instead focused on trying to open the throat lozenge. Damn this man and his stupid charm…

He stood up, “I’ll come back with some medicine, okay? Don’t move too much while I’m gone, don’t strain your eyes, and just relax alright? The doctor’s got you.” Hero smiled at you, in an attempt to.. flirt? He then left the door before he got too embarrassed. Little does he know… it definitely worked on you..

A little later, Hero came back with a bowl and your medicine, “Hey, how are you?” You told him you felt okay, your throat didn’t feel as awful as before. ..And then you started coughing again. Way to jinx it.

He chuckled, sitting back down near you, “Well, I made you some cheddar ham soup! Extra creamy and warm, just for you.” He gave you that award winning smile again… Who gave him the right to be so perfect?

You sit up, thank god your body isn't aching as badly anymore. He hands you the soup, it smelled absolutely delicious… You eagerly took a sip. “I hope it isn’t too hot!” Hero added as you put down the spoon, nodding to tell him it was perfect.

He was right… this was perfectly creamy and warm. It was cheesy, the ham was perfectly soft, even the vegetables tasted fantastic, you could eat this all day! You told Hero this was incredible, and that he was an amazing cook.

He seemed a bit surprised at that, rubbing the back of his head, seemingly a bit embarrassed.

“Th-Thank you! I’m a bit rusty, since I hadn’t really… cooked in a while, but I’m really glad you enjoyed it! Cooking was one of my favorite hobbies back then, before I went to college to become a doctor! It’s good I hadn’t lost my touch though, haha!” he started to ramble a bit, your compliment really got to him. He… hadn’t really been complimented about his cooking like that since…

“Ah, sorry- Was I rambling?” He smiled awkwardly. You really did like hearing him talk though, so you told him it was okay.

You decided to be bold and tell him you found him cute when he rambled like that.

His face flushed bright red at your comment, “A-Ah- Really?” he didn’t know how to respond… Come on, Hero! Calm and collected emember?? He’s supposed to be the doctor here! He couldn’t get all flustered now! “Thank you…” He said, though it was almost a mumble…

He cleared his throat, and noticed you already finished your food. That was fast… Who can blame you though? Hero’s cooking was amazing.

“S-So, are you ready for your medicine?” He asked, holding up the pills and your water. You nodded, taking them from him, as he took your empty bowl. He stood up to probably put the bowl in the sink…

You were really glad he was here… Everything was so much better. Hero was so kind and gentle… It almost made being sick worth it, if he was here to take care of you.

You coughed again.

Almost made it worth it…

Hero came back, and sat back down. “So, how are you feeling?” He asked you, placing a hand on your neck. His touch made your skin burn, in a good way, not because of the fever…

You smiled at him, telling him you were feeling so much better, especially with him being here. You placed a hand on his.

Hero sort of flinched from your reaction, but only because he was surprised. He then softened again, smiling back.

“Yeah. I’m glad I’m here, too.”

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 11 ~ His Favorite Mistake

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.4K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

After Chris’s testimony, the judge dismisses them for the day. Becca walks out with Robert, talking about tomorrow. Rick is fuming and goes up to them. “You lied!”

“Dad…”

“No Rebecca, you lied. You said nothing was going on. You said…”

“What I needed to say to protect him.”

Rick’s face is starting to become red with rage. “I told you, no football players.”

“I know.” Becca keeps her head up.

“And you just disregarded everything. You are ruining your future and Charlie’s because you decided…”

“To fall in love,” Rebecca cuts him off. “I fell in love with him Daddy. He makes me and Charlie very happy. Isn’t that great? Your daughter found a great man and fell in love.”

“No. The last time you fell in “love,” he left you with Charlie. Look at where we are now.”

“That’s not fair.” Becca choked back tears.

Chris had enough. He came up to Becca and Rick. “Mr. Rooney, please…”

“You. You are benched, Evans. I told you to stay away from my daughter.”

“You can’t do that, Dad. This isn’t his fault.”

“I don’t care. I can and I will make sure he is benched form now on. I don’t care what impact it has on the team. I told you,” he pointed at Chris, “that if you pursued this that I would end your career. You are finished here in Pittsburgh. You will dress and you will sit.”

Chris stood tall, his six-foot two-inch frame not bending. “Fine. Rebecca is worth it. Charlie is worth it. I will end my season with the Steelers and then I’ll put my degree to use to support Becca and Charlie. Because I love them with every fiber of my being.”

“Chris, wait…”

Chris turned to Becca and held her face. “You are worth it, Angel. Trust me.” He kissed her forehead and pulled her away from her father, leaving Rick standing there watching as the tears streamed down his daughter’s face.

Chris takes Becca home as Sebastian drives Becca’s car home. She hadn’t realized he was in the court room holding Lizzy’s hand. She held onto Chris’s hand the entire time, afraid if she let go, he would disappear. He should disappear after the way she treated him. But all he does is rub his thumb over her knuckles. When he gets to his house, she finally lets his hand go and he comes to open her door. He reaches in and pulls her into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere Angel. I told you, I’d find a way to get back to you.”

A fresh set of tears falls, and he picks her up and carries her to his home. Once inside, he sits her on the couch as he gets Dodger settled and make a couple of calls.

“Anthony, its Chris.”

Hey man. How did it go?

“She told the court she is in love with me. And then they hauled me up there.”

Shit, Chris, you didn’t.

“I did. I told them how much I love Charlie and Becca. She’s here now after her father went after her.”

How bad?

“I’m benched. I’m done here in Pittsburgh.”

Fuck. Chris, I told you. I told you to be careful.

“I don’t need the lecture, Mackie. I need help, ok? I need to take care of her and Charlie now.”

He can hear Anthony sigh before he says, what do you need?

“Can you have Scarlett grab some clothes for Becca as well as her laptop? Also, I don’t know where Charlie is but…”

Charlie is with Scarlett today.

“Ok, can you make sure Scarlett is ok with keeping her for tonight? We have to go back to court in the morning, but Becca just needs a moment.”

You got it. He falls silent for a moment. I’m gonna miss playing with you.

“Me too. But it’s what right. Mackie, this girl and her daughter is what I was missing in my life. I’ll still be there, just not playing. He’s making me dress and sit.”

That’s fucked up. What is Rooney thinking?

“He thinks its punishment. And it is… to the team. They don’t deserve this. For that, I’m sorry. But I will never regret choosing my girls.”

Chris hung up with Anthony and texted Seb and Lizzy. They took care of her car and that they were picking up something to eat for them. Chris took a moment. This was huge. He was changing his life but the reward, the reward of his family was worth it. He grabbed a couple of highball glasses and his scotch and took them back to the living room. Becca had laid down, her hands under her head. “Angel?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t what I wanted for you Chris. You are supposed to be great. The next Montana, the next Brees. This is all my fault.”

“No, Angel. It’s not. Hey, let’s just rest today, ok? It was a big day and I promise we’ll talk about it but not right now. Right now, I just want to hold you. Charlie is gonna stay with Scarlett tonight and Seb and Lizzy are bringing some food. Everything is going to be ok, I promise.”

She nodded as he lifted her head and sat with her head in his lap. He stroked her hair to calm her. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Shh Angel. Don’t think about it now. Just rest, my Angel.” He feels her settle and he eases a pillow under her. He gets ups, checks on Dodger before sitting at his piano. He hasn’t played in a while. But he feels the urge. He softly hits the keys.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help

Falling in love with you.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

If I can’t help

Falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling so it does

Some things are mean to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

But before he can sing the next line, a hand slides over his. And Becca sings its

For I can’t help, falling in love with you.

Chris stops and studies her. Her brown eyes, shiny with tears but mostly seeing the love and pain she had been feeling the last couple of week. He leans over and kisses her soft. Becca starts to pull away, but Chris hangs on to her. He turns on the bench and pulls her into his lap. He deepens the kiss more and she surrenders into him. He lifts her as he stands and walks them to his bedroom. He lays her down and hovers over her. “I missed you.”

Becca looks into his ocean blues. “God, I’ve missed you so much Chris.” She reaches to pull him onto her, needing his weight in comfort, kissing him on his neck.

He groans at the feeling. What he had been missing the last few weeks. They don’t really speak any more. They go slow, removing their clothes piece by piece, with kisses and soft touches. It wasn’t about dominance or speed. This was a couple in love who made their way back to each other.

As soon as he could, Chris thrusted into Becca, watching her head tilt back, a low moan slipping from her lips. A sound he thought he might never hear again. She wraps her small hands on his biceps, trying to ground herself. He pulls back slowly, and she whimpers at the loss of fullness. “Chris,” she whispers with the agony of pleasure that she though she lost.

“I’m right here love. Won’t let you leave again.” He pulls her leg over his hip and feels himself go deeper. He takes it slow, not wanting to ever end. He starts to feel his spine tingle, getting close and yet can also feel her pulsing. “I’ve always got you love. Its ok, let go.”

Becca released with a silent scream, with Chris following a few thrusts later. She boneless, unsure of how to continue. He cleans her up and pulls the covers over them, spooning her from behind. They sleep for a while, Chris only getting up to get the food from Sebastian.

The time for talk would be later. Right now, it was just the time for them to be reunited.

*~**~*

Morning came and Becca’s phone rang. “Hello?”

Becca its Robert. Have you left for the courthouse?

“No, I was just finishing getting ready.”

Ok good. Don’t. The judge just sent a message that he wants to think on this. We reconvene next week.

“Is this bad?”

I dunno to be honest. Becca, showing that Charlie has a support system in you and Chris was perfect. I can only hope that the judge just grants visitation and not custody.

“Me too. Thanks Robert.” Chris came in as Becca hung up. She looked at Chris, “we don’t have to go to court today. They rescheduled.”

“Oh. Ok, so what would you like to do?”

“Let’s go get our girl. She’s at school but we need her.”

Chris smiled. “Yes, yes we do. Our baby girl.” They held each other, acknowledging what they had been fighting for this whole time. Their little girl.

*~**~*

Probably the second biggest rivalry for the Steelers are the Baltimore Ravens. Having won their first meeting, the Steelers were confident they could take the Ravens on with home field advantage. Until the news hit the wire.

Chris Evans is benched by management.

Chris sat in the meeting room, facing forward, knowing every eye was on him as Coach Tomlin explained that Chris was benched, and it wasn’t for an injury. Coach invited Chris to speak to the team. He stood up and went to the front and faced his teammates. He bounced on the ball of his feet and rubbed his hands together to try and calm himself.

“Guys, I’m sure this is coming as a shock and I promise, this wasn’t my intention. I had to make some personal decisions and unfortunately, it now affects the team. I wish it didn’t. And I’m sorry it does but what I decided was more important than football.” He looked at Sebastian and Anthony, who nodded, reminding him that they were behind him. “I don’t want to talk about it right now but just know, I will be behind all of you until my time here in Pittsburgh is done.”

He went back to his seat as coach explained that Chris would be dressing but sitting on the bench. The team was dismissed but Chris stayed in his seat, waiting for the room to clear. Rick Rooney, Coach Tomlin, Coach Ben and Becca entered into the room. Becca went to stand with Chris.

“Alright,” Rick started, “since this is obviously still happening, my decision stands. You will dress Evans, let the cameras see you, the whole bit.”

“You are unbelievable,” Becca says. “Embarrassing a good man for loving your daughter.”

“Rebecca, I made it very clear…”

“I’ve had enough. You want to control me, so you don’t lose control of the team. You are ruining a good man because all you see is what Tom did. Well, I will not stand by that decision. Here,” she hands him an envelope. “I was going to do this at the office, but this place is as good as anywhere. This is effective as soon as the season ends.”

The men are shocked. “Becca…” Chris tries.

“No Chris. You made this sacrifice for me. This is the least I can do.” She glares at her father. “Are we done?”

Ben clears his throat. “I would like Chris to walk through all the plays with Josh just to make sure that we are on the same page.”

Rick nods, staring at his daughter, seeing the anger, the pain she was going through. “Ok, well, I think we are done for now.” Chris and Becca get up and leave without another word or look to Rick.

The game itself is brutal. Josh did his best to fill in Chris’s shoes, but the quarterback’s leadership is missing from the field. The Steelers were demolished in the game, being shut out in the first half and only a touchdown in the second. All Chris can do is watch. Watch as his team is beaten and it’s his fault. He hangs his head but doesn’t leave his seat until the game ends.

He sits at his locker, staring at his picture of his girls when Ben comes up to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a disappointment.”

“Is she really worth it?”

“Is Ashley?” Chris looks at him. “This is just a game, a job. I can do another job but there is no other Becca. I’ll take care of them. I wish it would be different. But Rooney warned me and still fell for the girl who took my heart the moment we met. I love her Ben and she loves me and even though she pushed me away to save me, I couldn’t let her do this alone.” Chris stood and shook Ben’s hand. “I’ll remember all my lessons Coach, where ever I end up.”

“This isn’t the end, Chris.”

“It is for me in Pittsburgh.” Chris grabbed his stuff to change.

Ben was pissed. His best player, someone whom he could grow into an outstanding, hall of fame worthy quarterback was now done because of some stupid vendetta. He storms up to Rick’s office. “You have to let it go.”

“What?”

“This thing about football players. You are letting the pain that Brady caused ruin not only your daughter’s life but the teams. He loves her. He loves your granddaughter. And a man who would sacrifice his dreams for the love of his life is a man who any father would want to have love their daughter.”

“I don’t want her to regret anything. She already regrets Brady.”

“But there is a difference between Chris and Brady. Chris was all in despite all of her flaws. He wanted her from the beginning. I saw it the first time I saw them together when they were barely friends. He made the effort to get to know her as friends. To love Charlie. This vendetta you have is only hurting your team, Rick. And if you haven’t realized yet, you are ruining your family as well.”

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#andy's hea #andy's shenanigans #sideline love #sideline love series #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans au #nfl au #pittsburgh steelers #ben is the voice of reason

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ayato Ecstasy [09]

ー The scene starts in the entrance hall of the Vibora castle

Yui: Have Ayato-kun be killed...? We can’t let that happen!

( Then why did I even come here in the first place...? )

( I wanted to save him...That was all...! )

ー Reiji walks up to her

Reiji: How about you calm down a little first?

Yui: ...Reiji-san...

Reiji: The Vibora Clan came back on their decision to attack Eden, in return for you coming here.

In that regard, they did not break their promise, did they?

Yui: ...But...

Reiji: Then would you please put it to rest. You need to give up.

Yui: ( Give up...? Is he telling me to simply abandon Ayato-kun...? )

( Don’t tell me he’s trying to say that he also wants for Ayato-kun to be murdered...? )

How could you say that? Aren’t you worried about Ayato-kun!?

???: ...We were. To a certain degree at least?

ー Laito and Kanato walk up to them

Laito: ...However, we’re kind of done with being worried about that guy now. Right, Kanato-kun?

Kanato: ...Exactly. I mean, because of Ayato, my legs are... Uu... (1)

Laito: I’m in a similar situation. I’ve woken up from my coma and all.

But because of the blow, I will forever be blind...

Yui: ...

Laito: We honestly didn’t think we’d have to suffer this kind of fate.

Kanato: How does he intend to make it up to us!? I refuse to forgive him...Never!

Yui: ...

Reiji: ...You understand now, do you not? Ayato can no longer make up for the mistakes he has made.

Yui: ( No way... )

Monologue

According to what the Familiars told me,

she is safe and sound,

over at the Vibora Castle.

And apparently, the other Sakamaki brothers,

are also there with her.

That makes it easy, I thought.

There is only one thing left,

for me to do.

I must apologize for everything I’ve done up till now,

and earn their trust from scratch,

once more.

Of course, I’m not exactly stoked,

about having to bow my head to them.

I’ve always been reluctant to do so.

But...

I can’t be stubborn forever, can I?

After all, if I keep acting this way,

I’ll only cause them more grief.

And that is the one thing...I’ve had enough of.

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall at the Sakamaki castle

Butler: Ayato-sama...

You must make your way through a harsh mountain range to reach the Vibora’s castle.

Please be utmost careful...

Ayato: Yeah.

Butler: ...

Ayato: Oi, wipe that frown off your face.

Don’t worry. Once I’ve apologized to the other guys over there...

I’ll come back here as quickly as I can, ‘kay?

Bringing Yui with me, obviously.

Butler: ...Right. I suppose I will get everything ready for tea time and wait for you here.

Ayato: Yeah, I’m countin’ on you! I’ll get goin’ now.

ー Ayato leaves the castle

Butler: Ayato-sama...May you stay safe...

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Yui: ...

( I have to inform Ayato-kun...about father’s plans somehow... )

Selection

→ I could send him a Familiar, maybe...?

Yui: ( I could ask someone to send him a Familiar... )

( ...Nevermind, I could never do that. )

( For one, there’s nobody here who would be willing to work together with me. ... )

→ But... (❦)

Yui: ( But... )

( What should I tell him? I just don’t know anymore... )

Yui: ( The way the Sakamaki family acted... )

( I wonder just how hurt Ayato-kun will be when he finds out the truth...? )

( Ayato-kun... )

Monologue

All of the mistakes Ayato-kun has made,

perhaps Reiji-san was right after all,

and they’re simply things,

he can never make up for (取り返しのつかないこと).

...However,

I simply cannot give up on him.

Ayato-kun dying?

And I have to just stand there and watch it happen?

That is something...I definitely do not want (嫌だ).

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The Japanese dialogue is very vague here, as he simply mentions his ‘leg(s)’, so we don’t know if he actually lost one/both or if he has simply been paralyzed. I personally believe that he is paralyzed from the legs down, but this is up for debate so please realize that this translation is simply my own interpretation!

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leayatoecstasy9

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starkerhowlter · 2 years

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Starker

Daddy Stark's Surprise (E) What Should Peter do to make this Valentine’s Day better and different than others? How can he make this one unique?

Why Peter Parker Can't Have Girl Scout Cookies (T) Clint and Natasha’s daughter is a girl scout, Peter is a sucker for Trefoils cookies.

Who's Your Daddy? (E) Peter wants to do something special for Tony. He surprises him by asking to top, but what if Tony happens to surprise him?

Natural (M) Photoshoots are boring when you don’t have a little bit of fun~

Too Much, Just Enough (M) Sometimes Peter needs the reminder that the scale can be deceiving.

Old Man~ (T) Peter has started using TikTok. Which if you don’t know, is the BANE of Tony Stark’s existence. From Willy Wonka to weird Twerk Dances, Tony is losing his mind.

Grey (M) Peter's Grey. He feels nothing. Maybe if he lays here long enough, it'll go away.

Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning~ (M) “Good Morning, Baby” “What’s all this?”

I'm Not Sick (T) “I’m not sick, Peter!” “Friday, what’s his temp?” “101.2 degrees Fahrenheit.” “mhm.”

Spider On The Wall (T) Peter loves sleeping next to Tony, he just wishes Tony knew.

Bathroom Floor (E) “I don’t know why we couldn’t have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating…” “Because, Peter, I couldn’t wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can.”

DeskWarmer (E) “Alright, baby, but I have to get back to work so I can’t give you my full attention. You’ll have to be like a little rent-a-slut at my desk and keep me company.”

Painful Flowers (T) Tony never believed in soulmates. That is, until now.

Got A Secret, Professor Stark? (E) Peter Parker is the biggest badass in the Junior class at NYU, only Tony Stark knows the truth.

Don't Pull Away (M) Peter loves Tony’s hands in his hair. Tony loves having his hands in Peter’s hair.

Come Back To Me (M) “I know, I know you’re never ready for this. Just come back to me after, okay?” Tony nods as Peter kisses his neck, red lipstick print left behind.

Truth or Dare (T) Tony knows it’s a bad idea to invite the kid. He swore he told Steve and Clint to remove the alcohol if they were going to. They didn’t prepare for Thor bringing his own refreshments and spiking the punch, making sure everyone enjoyed themselves in true Norse style.

Like a Fucking Fairytale (T) “Tony’s left the city for a fairy.” “Sounds like something out of a fucking fairy tale.”

Princess Parker (M): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 Tony Stark’s in love. But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face. So why can’t Tony stay away?

Stucky

Getting Rid Of Winter (M) "Steve, this isn't a good idea..." "Buck, I'm here. What's the worst that could happen?" "I go on a killing spree and destroy half of Brooklyn?" "Well," "Don't say it." "Yeah..." The man sighs, pulling his hair back into a messy bun, "Why do you want to try this?" "Because if we know it works, then I have a viable way to get you out of your murderous headspace if it's needed." Bucky nods, "True... But what if it doesn't work?"

Happy Valentine's Day Soldat~ (M) Bucky hates Valentine’s day. Every year Steve goes off on a mission the day before and doesn’t return until the day after. Every single year, Bucky is forced to watch the other Avengers give and receive gifts and schedule outings. All while he’s forced to worry about his love. This year won’t be any different, right?

40's Boy (M) 'When did he get to be so... cute?' Bucky thinks, shaking his head. 'No, he doesn't think that way about you. He's got all those girls that want him, he doesn't want you.'

Moodboards (Including moodboard embedded in others fics)

Baby in Blue by @khalixascorner (moodboard by me)

Cottagecore Starker

Christmas Starker

#starkerhowlter writes #nika writes #starker #tony x peter #stucky #steve x bucky #shut up nika

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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grrrr.

thinking about Sebek. so cute, yet so strict on himself in a way that differs from Riddle.

thinking about his obvious identification problems. how he seems to disassociate with his half-human side. which most likely is the cause of the strain between him and his father. his human inferiority complex. wondering what got him to this point and how. wondering his true feelings for Silver, with all this in mind.

thinking about his high level of admiration and respect for Malleus. wondering at what point did he start viewing Malleus like he’s a god. and how far is he willing to cover for Malleus (assuming for book 7).

just. thinking about Sebek being the bestest boy. getting paid d u s t, being treated like a Malleus stan account. with only bday SSR cards?! crying, i just love my honest and loud and prideful lil croc child ughhhdvyslqk he deserves moreeee

book 7 just can’t come any sooner, huh? sighhh, though for me i should probably wait for book 5 first lol

Hello Anonie 💙🌺🌸

YEEESSS SEBEK DESERVES ALL THE LOVE. Like, this tsundere has such so many good qualities that’s beyond being malleus’ guard. He loyal, strict, funny, and much more.

Yes! I want to know more about him too! In future events, we learn bits and pieces of Sebeks background that basically makes us want to grab his shoulders and do “WHAT??? Please! Tell us more!”

He and Silver has a habit of just dropping random bits about their life in events and cards and we, the fans, are like… “you can’t just leave it there! What do you mean?!?”

And in those bits, we get a sense of his struggles with his identity. Honestly made me want to hug the croc boy and ignore his flustered yells 🤣

Wait, before I get ahead, *grabs Anonie by the shoulders* have you read the wonderful piece “The Stories Told, The Charms You Hold.” By @zgvlt ?? If you haven’t yet, I demand you do so! Do it! You won’t regret it. 👏👏👏 okay, maybe not demand but please do check it out. It’s soooo goood. Check out her other stories too, you won’t be disappointed 💕💕💚💚

We are going to get a sneak peek of book 7 today Anonie…in about…4 hours. Maybe we’ll see a hint of what the conflict will be. But no matter what, it’s going to hurt because dia is such a tight knit crew.

And I think, one of the main factors into play will be the loyalties Silver and Sebek has, and how far it goes and to what degree it goes. Will they step in? Will they speak out? A bodyguard protects their lord but they protect them even from themselves sometimes, and how will these two handle it?

As for lilia and malleus….😭😭 I don’t know I’ll be in pain either way

Expect me yelling soon 😭😭 when clearly I should be sleeping at that time lolol

Yeah, us Diasomnia Stans will suffer for a bit in English. Well who knows really at this pace lolol

But our well for story content and cards are dry until we get closer and closer to book 7z then you start seeing more of them pop up. Well that’s beside a certain event happening in October 👀👀 but…let’s see how that is handled.

Book 5 is a long book with many parts. I think you’ll enjoy it 👏👏 and you never know, at this pace it might come out soon. Which is way quicker than what jp had to wait for. Especially book 5, that took almost a year to finish 😳

All in all, SEBEK DESERVES MORE LOVE 🙏🙏💚💚

#answered #anonie ask

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ramonahblog · 2 years

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Incoming Rant:

Superman and Lois: Season Two Finale.

Yeah, I was bored throughout this episode. With the exception of the Irons. Despite the musical scores doing their best.

SPOILERS

Clark: “this Fortress is for all of us”

Also Clark: *yeets the crystal in the ocean*

I’m going to pretend that this fic is canon and Tal-Rho decked out Jon’s truck to turn into like a submarine thing and Jon can go the Fortress anytime he likes without having to rely on anyone. Details are sketchy but it can get him there in the same amount of time as if Clark took him.

Also Jon’s “for the flying ones” sounded bitchy and I love that for him.

So we’re just ignoring the entirety of Jon’s XK plot, I guess. Although I suppose after forgiving a genocidal maniac (Tal), Clark and Lois wouldn’t exactly be able to ban Jon from seeing Candice.

Also “your grandma can’t wait to meet you” is sad, not sweet. Why hasn’t he met her already Clark?! And I doubt “and Kryptonian technology you can check out” is leading anyway in season three.

I mean season two just spent its entire time beating the fuck out of Jon with no payoff so lol yeah right that’s going to lead somewhere. This just another conversation that doesn’t fix anything.

Also this is just basically throwing gifts at your child so you don’t have to put any effort in. Wait. My bad. Gift. The trucks was from Tal. And what an unusable gift (Fortress) too. At least Jon could have stacked his necklaces in the empty box from season one.

This is a little bit of my fault for watching the 90′s Lois & Clark right before watching this finale.

Don’t get me wrong, ninety-nine percent of it is the show’s fault. But the one percent is me watching L&C:TNAOS before this finale. Because there’s one episode in season four (I want to say season four, possible season three) where Clark worries that being Superman will mean he won’t be a good father.

Also Lana is not the one you should be apologizing for not being there for! The fuck show. Lois and Jon deserved that apology.

Also guess heroes don’t deserve privacy now. This is why I hate the secret-identity reveal trend to anyone other than immediate family. It screams entitlement from the narrative to me. The fuck Lois told Chrissy for?

PEOPLE DESERVE PRIVACY!

This is a hill I will die on. One I didn’t think I needed to die on but here we are.

Also how the fuck Chrissy judging Clark for only working at the Daily Planet (big newspaper) when she only got the Gazette (small newspaper)? Also by this logic, Chrissy shouldn’t have hired Lois.

Love how Jon was actually keeping hope while Jordan wasn’t but Sam yelled as if both boys lost hope. By love I mean of course the show decided that.

Sarah finally apologized for cheating. She also didn’t let Jordan brush it off so good growth for her. She’s showing more growth than her adult mother already 😂. It was obviously tagged on because the audience refused the bullshit “its okay to cheat” narrative they were doing. If it wasn’t tagged on, it felt like it.

I’m going to pretend her actions will match up in season three because I won’t be watching. I’m staying in the fandom though, that is my reward for watching all of season two.

I miss season one Jordan power-wise. I’m just really bored watching his plot now. You had potential. And this is why flight is never a second season power UNLESS the second season is also the last. It honestly seemed like the show saw people’s wariness/concerns after season one and double-downed on its flaws instead of going “hang on this complaint keeps cropping up,”. Pity. I liked Jordan before. And up before the Jon-El crossed over, he did seem to the only family member concerned about Jon.

Normally I would say something along the lines of “can’t believe they forgot my boy Jon-El” but he’s a version of Jon so, yeah. Of course the show forgot him.

Season two has just fucked over everyone really. To varying degrees and on opposite ends of the scale but everyone’s been fucked.

Lois and Jon especially.

So I’m just going to stay in the fandom but not watch the show anymore. Because wtf show. How were my expectations on the damn floor and you manage to limbo under the floor? How?!

I’m actually just relieved the show is over for now. Like really, the only thing I didn’t expect was Sarah apologizing and Chrissy knowing. I’m glad for the Sarah thing, annoyed with the Chrissy one. PEOPLE DESERVE PRIVACY! Fuck you show. You don’t tell your friends everything because privacy is a fucking thing. And it wasn’t even Lois’s to tell!

So yeah, no. I have no interest in season three.

Only in fanfics.

#cw superman and lois spoilers #i honestly cannot wait for the fix-it fanfics to be posted #cw superman and lois rant #my brain told me to be fine with season one before season two aired #but nooo #i did not listen #😔

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chaos-and-kromer · 2 months

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magnus archives ep 47 Micheal and Jon transcribed

“do you even know their lying to you? Sorry, I didn’t... can I help you? This place is off limits. I disagree. Who let you in here? Let? He he hea- I'm afraid that isn't how this works. You’re him.

Yes Micheal? That is a real name. Are you here to kill me? No oh... wh- why are you here? I am simply collecting what is mine, archivist. The one who enters my domain. Miss Richardson? You own those hallways? What a fascinating question... does your hand in any way own your stomach. In any case it doesn't matter. The wanderer had a brief respite, but it’s over now well you’re too late, s-she's gone he he he heh- yes.. Ah, did you notice which door she left through yes... wait, no there was- ahh there has never been a door their archivist, you’re mind plays tricks on you let her go! Heheheh no get her back here! Are you going to attack me? *Stab s him with a sharp finger* ah! Ah-ah! Who the hell are you! I am not a who, archivist, I am a what. A who requires a degree of identity I can’t ever atain so... Micheal isn’t your real name? There is no such thing as a real name What are you talking about!? I am talking about myself, it’s not something I’m used to doing so I'm sorry if I’m not very good at it you decided to appear down here and stab me anyway I wanted to talk to you... I intervened to save you before. I'm... I’m interested in what happens next yes well, thank you for that I suppose... and you still haven't told me why you intervened at all I'm usually neutral, yes. But the loss of this place would have unbalanced the struggle too early.. And I'm keen to see how it progresses you make it sound like there’s a war... Then I will say nothing further, wouldn't wish to tarnish your ignorance prematurely haha. Goodbye archivist wait!

#I did this for silly reasons

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Always up for a challenge

(A/N): This was requested by an anon a while ago, I apologize for taking so long. I still hope you enjoy the fic

Summary: Derek has to pick his daughter up at school after getting a call that she injured herself at school.

Warnings: Hospitals

Wordcount: 1.6k

✨Masterlist✨

___________________________

Derek can’t say how often he told someone to “be careful” in all of his lifetime, but he is pretty sure it has to be at least a million times without exaggerating too much.

The beginning was his sisters, having to remind them what their mother had told them all the time. Continued was and still is the saga by Spencer Reid, who may be a doctor with several other degrees, but it doesn’t make him any less prone to accidents of all kinds. That lanky man just isn’t able to coordinate his extremities like a normal person should. So Derek tells him over and over again to be at least more careful, especially when they are about to approach an UnSub.

But the person he has to say the two words the most is his own little troublemaker, aka his own daughter. He truly isn’t able to count the times they had visited the ER when she was younger and even more wild than now. The doctors and nurses knew them on a first name basis. Luckily, there never was something worse than scrapes and bruises, which still amazes the father to this day, seeing how often (Y/N) got herself hurt. However this doesn’t lessen the number of reminders he has to issue to her on a daily basis.

“Oh Chocolate Thunder, you have to believe me, this really is the gossip. I’ll spill the beans as soon as I snooped a bit more on our fellow-” The ringing of Morgan’s phone cuts Penelope’s sentence off. His eyes take on a confused look as he sees the caller ID. “Sorry, I have to take this, it’s (Y/N)’s school.” Penelope gives him an understanding nod as a response.

To get some well needed privacy in the busy bullpen, Derek steps outside into the less filled hallway. “Derek Morgan”, he greets the person on the other side of the phone.

“Hello Mr Morgan, I’m calling you, because your daughter (Y/N) has to be picked up. She got herself injured today.” Startled by the sudden news, Derek leans against a wall. “Ok, alright. I’m already on my way.” After saying his goodbye, he makes his way up to Hotch's office, quickly informing him why he has to leave immediately.

Shortly after that he passes Garcia in the bullpen on his way to the elevator with his bag in hand. "Gonna text you what happened, (Y/N) has to be taken to the ER!"

Derek pushes the call button repeatedly, well knowing that this isn't speeding the process up. He does the same as soon as he enters it, ignoring a person calling to hold the doors open. Morgan is sorry, but his daughter is probably in pain without him being around. He can't wait, not when it's about the most prized person in his life.

On his way to her school grounds, Derek may have broken one or two (or more) traffic laws, but he would gladly take a ticket if this means he is with his daughter sooner rather than later.

"Hello, my name's Derek Morgan, I was called regarding my daughter (Y/N)." The secretary looks up at him confused, given his heavy breathing. Well, he may have sprinted from the parking lot to the office. "She is with the school nurse down the hall. I just need you to sign her out and you two are good to go."

Derek does everything he is asked to as quickly as possible, only wanting to see his child and make sure she is somewhat ok. Hell, he would even sell his soul if it means the whole process takes two minutes less.

"Hi Dad," (Y/N) sheepishly greets him, sitting on a stretcher. Immediately he notices how she cradles her arm, specifically her wrist. His raised eyebrows are enough to catapult her into a train of explanations.

"You know how Marley and I have this little rivalry, and you also know that I'm not one to give up or step away, especially when a dumb boy is challenging me. In this case he was challenging me, saying I'm not able to climb up to the crown of the tree, because I'm a girl. You see, I couldn't back down and he had to watch me climbing the whole way up. His face, it was the best thing I've seen since the pictures of Uncle Spence in his high rope balancer phase. Really, I hope this'll be the last thing I see befor-"

"Baby," Derek cuts into her word vomit, "His face doesn't explain a call from your school to take you to the hospital." The nurse explains the reasons he is here. "The last branch on her way down broke and she hurt her wrist by falling on it. (Y/N) will be a bit hyper for the next ten minutes and then crash down. It's the adrenaline, that's why I recommend giving her some painkillers before the crash happens." Derek nods, trying to commit every detail of what the woman just said to his memory.

Not long after this a drowsy (Y/N) sits next to him in the passenger’s seat. Still, she is miserably whimpering in pain, but the amount is significantly less than it was a few minutes ago, before the painkillers kicked in. Derek gave her some ibuprofen when they entered the car, wisely always keeping some close to him because of the two clumsy idiots in his life. “Y’know what’s funny? M’was nearly the whole way down ‘n I had to fall the last few feet down.” A giggle escapes her while leaning her head against the window and closing her eyes.

Morgan on the other hand doesn't feel like laughing or smiling at all. Even after seeing his child he still is worried beyond understanding of a not-caregiver. “Hey,” he snaps his fingers in front of her face, “no sleeping ‘till we get you checked out by a doctor. I think you also have a concussion from the fall. Did you bump your head on the ground by any chance?”

“No, definitely not,” (Y/N) answers with the utmost confidence. “I would’ve noticed. And after blacking out from bumping my head on the ground I was knocked out. When I woke up my wrist hurt. Of course I don’t’ve a con’ussion.” Hearing that, Derek steps a bit harder onto the gas, wanting to get to the hospital a bit faster.

Luckily the streets are relatively empty middays on a Tuesday, so they soon step into the ER and Derek is able to sign his daughter in at the reception without a waiting period. Just like the streets, it is also not packed, which is why a doctor is able to check (Y/N) right away. The father sits in the waiting room, texting Penelope the most recent information about her godchild.

Just as he hits send, his daughter walks into the area accompanied by a doctor. “Are you (Y/N)’s guardian?” Derek gets up and nods, shaking the admittedly beautiful doctor’s hand (the doctor is beautiful, not only her hands). “Yes, I am. Derek Morgan.” “I’m Dr. Savannah Hayes. Your child really had a lucky angel, her wrist is only sprained in a simple way. I wrote about how to take care of it in a note. It’s in her back pocket. Also, she has a mild concussion, which means she needs to get all the rest she can get the next couple days. Other than that, you really got a strong girl at your hands.” Derek puts his flirty smile on his face, now knowing that (Y/N)’s imhuries are relatively minor.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Hayes. I know, she is a feisty firecracker. I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.” He looks down at his daughter, who nearly falls asleep in the embrace he has her in. “Oh no, she just went on and on about her amazing FBI dad. Except for that, (Y/N) was one of the nicest patients I ever had.” “Dad, m’tired. M’need rest ‘n’ sleep. Y’need to stop flirtin’ ‘n’ get your hurt daughter home.”

He feels his ears getting hot, looking at the doctor sheepishly. “I’m sorry for holding you from your job. I also have to get this little trouble maker home.” Derek picks her up, knowing that in her current state, his daughter would hurt herself even more by trying to walk to the car. “Oh, don’t worry. It was a pleasure looking after your sweet child and meeting the FBI man, who can destroy doors by looking at them. If you have any questions about (Y/N)’s condition, I put my number on the note.” Derek thanks her once again and starts to make his way to the exit.

At the last moment he turns around with his koala bear hanging from his front. “Dr. Hayes, is the FBI man also allowed to call you to ask questions not regarding my daughter? Maybe to a date?”

She smiles, getting the reaction from him she wanted. “I suggest you look at the doctor’s note, because it does mention my favorite restaurant.”

With a little pep in his step, Morgan walks back to the car. “On your wedding day, I want you to thank me and my sprained wrist for giving everything to get you a love life.” “Oh shut it, cupcake. You better stop taking everything as a challenge or you have to see Dr. Hayes a lot more often.”

Little do they know that (Y/N)’ll indeed see her more often, both in the ER and outside of it.

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Taglist:

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Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl @herecomesthewriterwitch @ash19871962 @ellyhotchner @thefandomchoosesthewizard

#derek morgan x child!reader #derek morgan x daughter!reader #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #x daughter!reader #x child!reader #x reader #reader insert

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osamustar · 2 years

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Could we get a headcannon of Michael Myers with a fem s/o that used to be his Therapist at Smith’s Grove?? Like maybe it was Loomis’ assistant and she would have some one-on-one time with Mikey 😳 (either SFW or NSFW is good, Tysm if u decide to make it!!)

enjoy this little fic

Therapist

Sexual content

You lived with your parents. Ever since you got laid off of your job at Smith’s Grove you haven’t found yourself being able to leave the house. Your parents were too nice to kick you out, so they just watched you fall deeper and deeper into your depression. They had no clue what was wrong with you. They assumed something happened at your job that made you like this, and they were right. You lost the one thing that kept you going everyday. Michael.

“Hi, Michael, I’m your new therapist.”

Oh how you wished you never spoke those words. The amount of trouble it brought to you. The amount of heartbreak. The only feeling inside you now was emptiness. You were a hollow shell of a human. It��s been years. Hurting over the only man who could’ve stolen your heart this way. You held the firm belief that Michael was your soulmate. You refused to imagine being with another. He was the one. The only. He was out there somewhere, and you waited for the day he came home to you.

“Y/N, honey? Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.” Your mother called from the kitchen. You were buried in your covers, stuck staring at the blank wall. “Coming…” You sighed, knowing she couldn’t hear you. You threw the covers off of you, bringing your legs to the edge of the bed, staring at your feet. Your ankle had a small makeshift bracelet around it. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“Michael it’s gorgeous…” You smiled up at the stoic man as you held the bracelet he made for you. “I can’t wear this on my wrist because it’s a hazard, but I’ll wear it on my ankle. No one will know it’s there but me and you.” You kneeled down, pulling up your pants, and tying it around your ankle. Michael stared quietly, showing no emotion. “There! I’ve always wanted an anklet…” You sighed, wiggling your foot around, watching it dangle. It was a piece of leather rope, with beads on it, the letter M right in the middle of them. Michael’s way of subtly claiming you.

You pulled yourself out of bed, trudging your way downstairs. Your father laid on his recliner in the living room, watching his usual sports channel. His snores so loud you could hear him down the street. “Hey, sweetie. I went ahead and made you a plate over there.” Your mother waved towards the table, where a plate full of food laid. You doubted you would even finish it all, hell a few bites was good for you. “Thanks, Mom…” You gave her a quick smile before turning away from her, going back to a frown. You sat down, staring at the food. You felt like you’d gag if you even took a bite. You knew you had to eat, you haven’t eaten at all today.

“Eat before it gets cold, Y/N! Gosh— I left the burner on!” Your mother was quite clumsy and oblivious. She knew how to make a meal, but it was no five star. Last time she tried making something new she burned the flooring, and your father had to go to the hospital with first degree burns on his hand. Now there was a large black spot in the middle of the kitchen. Father tried buffing it out but it just made it look worse. Now it looked like the floor was caving in. It went along with the rest of the house honestly. Cracks scattered the walls and ceilings, some nails popping out from the boards behind the paint. Water damage in many places, and stains in the carpet. You knew they didn’t have the money to fix any of it, but it felt normal. This was home.

Something moved in the window from the corner of your eye, taking your interest. You whipped your head towards the motion, curious. “I think somethings outside, I’m gonna go check it out.” You told your Mother, keeping your eyes on the window as you grabbed a coat, making your way to the door. “Honey it’s probably just those ‘coons again. Don’t worry ‘bout ‘em.” “Well then I’ll go scare them away…” You mumbled, slipping your arms through your coat, swinging the door open. The cool breeze smacked you in the face like a ton of bricks. You were surprised it wasn’t snowing from how cold it was.

You quickly closed the door behind you before your Father woke up screaming about it. You exhaled, a cloudy fog expelling into the air in front of you. You looked around the sides of the house, seeing nothing. A loud crunch filled your ears from behind you. Fear took over your entire body, making you freeze up. You slowly turned your head, white filling up the corner of your eye. Your breath hitched, a familiar smell suffocating you. You quickly turned all the way around, backing away from the mystery.

In front of you stood a tall man, about 6’3, broad shoulders, wearing blue coveralls and a white Captain Kirk mask. The two of you stood in silence, staring at each other. You were trembling from the cold, your coat not doing much. You let out a short laugh, pursing your lips. “Nice trick buddy… You’re lucky I came out and not my Father.” You chuckled, walking past him to the door. He turned around to face you, not saying a word. He smelled so comforting, but you paid no mind to it. “Uh… Have a good night…” You smiled, waving a bit as you opened the door, walking inside. He didn’t speak a word, only staring as you closed the door.

“What was it?” Your mother questioned, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Just some guy messing with me again…” You sighed, beginning to make your way up the stairs. “Y/N you didn’t touch your fo—“ “I’m not hungry.” You interrupted her quickly, slightly annoyed. You sped to your room, shutting the door behind you. You took in a shaky breath, your lips squeezing together as they quivered. Your back pressed against the door, sliding down until you hit the ground. Your fingers tangled themselves in your hair. You pressed your forehead against your knees, bursting into tears.

“I love you, Michael Audrey Myers.” You whispered, fingers brushing across his forehead, pushing his sweaty curls away from his face. His eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes, locking with them. The two of you laid on the couch in your office, naked. You pressed your lips to his, cupping his cheek. His hand ran up your thigh, his fingers tracing along your skin. Michael just took you in the roughest way possible, just how you liked it. Michael was a quiet, mysterious man, but you knew exactly how to read his every thought.

Michael had never spoken to you, but you knew he loved you. It showed in his actions. You even knew he’d kill for you. You see it in his eyes when he sees you with other men. You were his, and you knew it. You’ve been Michael’s therapist for several years, and only recently has he started to be more touchy. He was hesitant, but now he can’t get enough. He was touch starved, and as much as he’d hate to admit it, you were the solution. Michael moved his hands to his sides as you pulled away from the kiss. You sat up, reaching to grab your clothes. Michael stared at your body, watching each muscle move underneath your skin. Time was up. Michael had to get dressed and go to his group therapy with you as if nothing had happened.

Making love with Michael would be just plain fucking to other people. Michael wasn’t soft and sweet, he was violent. And you missed it. You wanted to feel his hand wrapped around your throat while his dick slammed into you. You wanted to feel his aggressive love again. You wanted to be connected with him again. As much as you missed the more intimate moments, you missed Michael’s sweet moments the most.

You sat with Michael in front of the window, watching the clouds. It was a daily routine. Watch the clouds, and point out shapes to Michael. If there were no clouds you’d still stare out with him, and admire nature’s beauty. It was something he looked forward to each day, it calmed him down. You laid your head on Michael’s shoulder, sighing, “I’ll get you out of here. Then we can actually go outside and watch the clouds.” Michael knew that wasn’t going to happen. If anything he’d be the one getting himself out. He placed his hand over yours, squeezing it gently. He laid his head on top of yours, letting out a deep breath.

“Fuck…” You whispered, wiping your tears away. You crawled along the floor to your bed, pulling yourself up onto it. You laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Your nights were filled with memories of Michael. After all of these years he was the only thing you could think about still. You remained loyal, only wanting him. You sniffled, feeling empty. You had cried all you could.

“Let me go! I can stop him! Please!” You cried, tugging your arms from the two guards dragging you down the hallway. Michael had escaped his cell, and was on a killing spree, killing everyone who got in his way. They had you evacuate the building, and took you away in a police car. That was the last day you saw Michael. It all happened so quick you could barely barely processed what had happened. All you wanted to do was jump out of the car and run back. You knew he was looking for you, and he wouldn’t stop hacking away until he did. “I could’ve stopped him.” You told the policeman driving the car. “Ma’am I understand, but it was Doctor’s orders to get everyone out of the building.” “Fuck Loomis, he doesn’t know shit…” You mumbled, fighting the tears brimming your eyes.

Michael had a soul behind those eyes. He was human, even if Loomis said otherwise. He was kind. He wasn’t just a stone cold killer. He had a heart. A small one, but it held so much love. Love he harbored for you. You slowly fell asleep to your thoughts, being swept away by your dreams.

You woke up freezing cold, sun gleaming right in your eyes. You groaned, rolling over, pulling your blanket over your head. A gentle knock sounded at your door, “honey, that man you were talking about is in the backyard…” Your mother sounded scared. You sighed, sitting up, “I’ll go take care of it.” You replied, rubbing your eyes. “Oh please hurry, he’s frightening!” “Yes, Mother, I know.” You groaned, wrapping your robe around you. You opened the door, walking past your Mom downstairs.

The man was still in the backyard to no surprise. However, he was sprawled out on the ground, staring at the sky. You stared out of the window with a weird look, “what a weirdo…” You mumbled, grabbing the doorknob, and twisting it, letting yourself outside. “Hey man, you’re kinda trespassing.” You chuckled, closing the door. He didn’t respond. “Look, it’s fucking freezing out here and I don’t wanna be out here. Could you please just go home?” You sighed, hugging yourself for warmth. Still no response.

You narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing a nearby shovel, walking over to him. “I said leave.” You hissed, holding the shovel up. Michael turned to face you, the sun shining through the eye holes of his mask. Your eyes widened, dropping the shovel. You could recognize those eyes anywhere. “Michael..?” You whispered, dropping to your knees, hesitantly reaching for his mask. He made no movement, signaling that it was okay to take it off. You were in complete disbelief. You about ripped it from his face, throwing it beside him. It was him. The same handsome face you knew. You had no clue why one of his eyes had gone white, but you weren’t going to question it now.

You laughed, tearing up. “I thought you were gone for good… I never thought you’d be able to find me.” You whispered, caressing his face. Michael grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your fingers. You giggled, smiling down at him. He pulled you down on top of him, looking back up at the clouds. You rolled over, laying on your back, your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you. “Look, that one looks like a fox.” You pointed up at a weirdly shaped cloud.

It seemed unreal that he was right beside you. It felt like a dream, but it was real. He was actually there, and things continued on as if you two had never been separated. You had reason to keep going.

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

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Following Team Orders - Austria

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“You know, I’m not a fan of German words.”

“That’s a weird statement.”

“Well, we’re in Austria but they don’t speak Austrian, they speak German. It’s such a harsh language.”

“Seriously, the shit you say Liv is just out there.”

“I’m serious. I mean I could whisper German words in your ear or I could do it in French. I could say, Ich wünschte, du hättest den Mut, mich zu küssen.”

Steve audibles gulped. “What would the French be like?”

Liv shyly slid on the bench over to him. She leaned into his neck and whispered, “J'aimerais que tu aies le courage de m'embrasser.” (I wish you had the courage to kiss me.)

“Yeah, I don’t know what you said but that is way better than German.”

“That’s my point.” Liv took a sip of her beer. She looked around Graz, the closest city near the Red Bull Ring. A home race for Red Bull Racing. It was the Saturday before the race and Steve snuck her out so they could explore on their own.

“So, tell me what you think about the city?” He took a bite of his food, watching her expressions. He loved doing that, try and read her while she thought out her answer. The one thing he had learned quickly was that, outside the heat of the moment, Liv was careful with her words.

“I think its old and beautiful. The architecture is something to marvel at. I mean, they were built hundreds of years ago. How? I can’t even think how they would do it now. Plus, all the greenery. If it wasn’t for the German, I would move here.” She popped a bread into her mouth and smiled as she chewed.

“I’ve noticed, doll, that you always choose your words. Except when you are mad at me,” he said with a smirk. “Why is that?”

“Reflex,” she answered immediately. “Hugh didn’t want me to be some bimbo, even if he preferred blondes. Oxford educated and all that.”

“Wait, you went to Oxford.”

“For a business degree, yes.”

“I thought you grew up in the States.”

“I did after dad finished racing so around 5 until 18 and then to Oxford, where I also did my internship with Williams. I had just graduated when I ended things with Hugh.”

“Why do you call him Hugh?”

She snorted. “He once told me that only the help called him Hugh and it irritates him when anyone else does.” Her eyes sparkled at Steve.

“A dig in a name. I like it, doll.” Steve smirked back at her as their desserts and coffees were brought out.

“Anyway, I can. Can’t kill him,” she shrugged.

“If he tries anything, I’ll take care of it.”

“My hero.”

The pair finished up their desserts and Steve paid before they set out into the city. Alone, Steve took Liv in his hand. “You have such small hands. So dainty,” as he measured his own against hers.

“And yet, they still handle better than you,” she replied with a twinkle.

“Oh really? It’s like that?”

“That’s how it is.” She used his hand to twirl on one foot. She slipped but before she could land on her ass, Steve caught her, hand on her back, hand on neck. It was like she was dipped out of dance.

“Are you alright?” Steve’s eyes studied her, and she took his face in. His sharp jaw line, strands of his blonde hair falling forward into his ocean blues. His pink perfect lips that looked like he could kiss and kiss well. She swallowed and pushed herself up before she could make a mistake.

“I’m fine. Apparently, twirling in the cobblestones is not recommended.”

“Either that, or you’re clumsy.”

“Rude.”

Steve threw his head back and laughed as Belle crossed her arms and pouted, walking away. “Wait, Belle,” he said with a gasp, trying to catch his breath. He ran to catch up with her. “C’mon, you know I was joking with you, doll.”

“You’re not funny,” she continued to pout.

He got in front of her and pulled her into his arms, clasping his hands and holding her in place. “Anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you pout?”

She stuck her lip out more in a deeper pout. “No I’m not.”

“Yea, you are. Make me want to bite that lip.” He thumbed her lip, stoking it. He slid his hand back to cup her cheek and gently ran his thumb over her skin. Liv sucked in her breath at his touch, his hands so warm. “You are so beautiful, my Livie.”

“Stevie,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

“Open them for me, beautiful. Let me see you.”

Her eyes fluttered open in time to see his eyes move from hers to her mouth and back. She sucked in her bottom lip, but he pulled it free. He leaned down, looking in her eyes for any hesitation but found none and he gently pressed his lips on hers. He was slow and gentle, not demanding at all. Their lips molded together, and he slowly deepened it. He slowly broke apart, keeping his forehead against hers.

“That had to have been the best kiss I’ve ever had,” he said.

“Me too.” She looked up at him with her big brown eyes and noticed rings of green and gold in them. “Stevie, I like you so much, but we still need to go slow, ok?”

“OK.” He sighed. “Can I kiss you one more time?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

She could get used to Steve Rogers kissing her.

Olivia pulls into her starting point, seventh on the grid. Steve qualified fourth, both Red Bull cars having an ok time in qualifying. She waits as the cars behind her slot behind her.

A standing start is simple. The cars line up, the light count down to five before lights out and you go. A good start can make or break your day. It’s something that Red Bull had been focused on with Liv. She’s been getting better with the start. She stares at the light, hand on the clutch and ready to go.

“Focus Liv, you got this,” she hears Bucky in her ear.

“I’ve got this,” she whispers.

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

She flips the car into gear and pushes on the accelerator, passing the two cars in front.

“Clear start Liv.” Bucky says in her ear. “P5, Storm is 2 seconds ahead.”

“Copy.”

She focused on the track, remembering everything Steve said about the track. Three laps in and she overtakes Johnny pushing her into fourth.

“Great job Liv. You’ve got Drysdale, Rogers and Tucker ahead of you.”

The next part of strategy is pitting. Formula One required at least one pit stop for tires but when it is completed, another is up to the team and the life of the tires. The average speed of a pit stop is 30 seconds, from pit in to pit out. The actual time of the stop is somewhere around 2 seconds. Red Bull holds the world record at 1.82 seconds. In 1.82 seconds, four tires are removed and replaced by the fifteen men who are amazing at what they do.

“Box, box, box,” Liv hears over the radio. “Liv, we are stacking.”

“Copy.” She starts to look for the marker for the pit entrance. She pulls in, slowing her car from 160 MPH to 60, the pit lane limit. One of the crew waves her down and she pulls in.

Stacking is where they pit both cars one right after the other. She sees Rogers’s car in front of her and just as she pulls in, he pulls away. Both stops are done in just over 4 seconds. Liv peels away and gets back on track.

“Liv, you are in sixth behind Rogers but Ferrari and Mercedes have yet to pit.”

“Are we going to make it?”

“You both look like you are. No mistakes. You got this Bug,” she hears Frank over the radio. They are just over half way through the race.

Steve gets a five second lead over Liv, but a yellow flag slows everyone down. “What happened?”

“Drysdale has lost an engine and hit the wall. He’s ok and out but they need to clear the debris. Car passing are lapped cars so be careful,” Bucky says.

“Copy. Where are we?”

“Eight laps, Liv. You got this. Its Rogers, you, Storm, right now. Green flag in three laps.”

“Copy.”

As soon as the track is cleared, the drivers get the green to go racing again. Rogers pulls away slightly, but Liv had to defend against Johnny. “Ok Storm, let’s see if you can get by me.” Liv races, not letting up, defending but making a clean drive. Johnny tries his hardest and make a move but gets out of the slipstream and it cause him to wobble, allow Liv to put some more distance.

“Final lap Liv, one more,” Bucky tells her.

Ten corners to go. She can’t see Johnny in her mirrors any more, just barely seeing Steve in front of her. She makes it around and can see the final straight and the checked flag. Her team is on the fence, waving their arms with the signs out. P1, Rogers. P2, Williams.

“Great job Livie! P2! First 1-2 for Red Bull!” She hears Andy over the comms.

Liv does everything to make it back around while the tears flood her eyes. Her highest finish ever. She waves her hand out of the cockpit to the home crowd, the roar hitting her ears now that the car is no longer at top speed. She can see the orange smoke, a trademark of Red Bull, billowing in the air.

She pulls back into the pit lane and stops into the 2nd place stop. She takes a moment before she climbs out. Pulling off her Hans device (a protector for her head and neck) she gets on top of her car and raises her hands. She sees Steve coming over and lift her up, spinning her around before the both leap into the arms of their crew who are behind a fence. Congratulations are being yelled around them.

FIA officials call them over for their official weight in and then interviews for TV are done with them and Johnny, who managed to finish 3rd. Podium where Liv takes the 2nd place trophy before listening to the US National Anthem, then the Austrian one for Red Bull.

Champagne toasts are epic on the podium where Frank, who took the winning manufacture’s trophy on behalf of the team, Steve and Johnny both showered Liv for her first podium. She was soaked through in her racing suit but stood smiling for pictures with the guys. After, she made it back down to the garaging to shower and change before all of the interview. She was riding high, from Steve’s kiss the night before to her finish.

As she finished her last interview, she walked back through the pits, lost in thought when someone spoke. “You are a hard girl to get alone.”

Liv whipped around. “Mr. Hansen.”

“Lloyd, please.” Lloyd took the lollipop from his mouth. “Congratulations on second. You are very impressive.”

“Thank you.” Liv shifted her weight on her legs. “Is there something you needed?”

“You,” he said bluntly. “To be a driver at Mercedes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look, Miss Williams, you are the future of F1. You can drive circles around some of these cupcakes. I know you don’t have a contract beyond this year. Mercedes is the next level.”

“What about Drysdale or Tucker?”

“We haven’t decided.”

Steve was looking for Liv, holding a red rose for her. He was so proud of his girl. He had watched some of the highlights and he was in awe. Someone with her experience shouldn’t be that good but she was. As he rounded a corner, he heard her voice and someone else’s.

“Thank you for the offer, It is rather interesting…”

“Look don’t reject me just yet. You could be a star with us.”

“Mr. Hansen…”

“Lloyd, please, sunshine. Let me take you to dinner? We can discuss your new contract.”

Steve grounded his teeth. She’s leaving? When? His mind raced. She’s just using us. Irrational fear that she would take trade secrets formed. Was she just using him to get ahead? He dropped the rose and quickly exited from the area.

Lloyd tried to caress Liv’s cheek, but she jerked her head away. “Mr. Hansen, thank you for the offer but I must decline. Excuse me.”

“Is it Drysdale?”

“No.” Liv gave him a hard look.

“Then what is it. Money?”

“No. Honestly, I don’t want to work for someone like you.” Liv whipped around and walked away. She stepped on something and looked down to see a red rose on the floor. She picked it up and put it in the trash. She was looking for Steve when someone stopped her.

“You’re a moron.”

“And you are an asshole.” Liv looked straight at Ransom. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“So you won’t accept a new ride because of me?”

“No, I won’t accept a new ride because I want to earn it. I know it’s you, putting Hansen up to a new contract. The whole thing smells like something you would do, Hugh.” He growled but she continued. “I may only have a few races left but I am happy where I am. If this is my only real chance, I will do it with my friends and family, you psychotic asshole.”

“Watch your mouth, you vicious little bitch. I can break you, any time, anywhere.”

“Do it. The fuck do I care. Take yourself down along with me. I gave you everything and you threw it back in my face. Now your grandfather bailed you out again so you can keep being a racer.” She shoved him back just as Frank and Bucky rounded the corner. “I hate you. I fucking hate everything about you. Stay away from me, my team and my family.” She spun and saw Frank. She ran into his arms as she cried frustrated tears.

“You heard her Drysdale,” Bucky said. “Get the fuck atta here!”

“You’ll regret this Olivia,” he snarled as he walked away.

Frank tried to calm her down. “Where’s Steve?”

“He just left,” Bucky frowned. “Said he had stuff to take care of and that he’s catching a different flight.”

“Oh,” Liv wiped her nose. “Well, I guess I’ll catch up with him later. Don’t tell him what happened. He’ll just get mad and lose focus.” She exhaled. “Can we get a drink?”

“Sure, doll face,” Bucky slung an arm over her Frank mimicking the action. “To our new 2nd place driver in Austria!”

“Cheers!”

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aboutapeachparty · 3 years

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Stray Kids | bringing your child to the doctor for the first time

reaction | hyung line

genre ➸ romance, fluff, husband & dad! au

disclaimer ➸ This is a work of fiction. I don't own any famous character(s) - like idols - and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way.

chan.

You have just been out of town because you and your friends agreed to go on a little girl trip. You have been very busy with motherhood since you and Chan had your baby girl. Your friends were last for a long time. But for your birthday they gave you a weekend at a spa and you were really looking forward to it. But it was also the first weekend for Chan alone with your daughter. And that night the little girl got a fever. High fever. At first, Chan thought that she couldn't sleep because you weren't there. After all, she was most used to you. But her face grew redder and redder and her body glowed. "Do you have a fever?" Chan stood in front of her bed in a panic and talked more to himself because the little girl just cried more and more. "Okay, where was the temperature monitor?" He would love to call you, but he didn't want to ruin your weekend. When he looked in the corner, he saw a box on the shelf that was labeled "Medicines". Immediately he ran over there and rummaged around and found something. "Thank God your mother is a neat freak," he said with a grin and went to his daughter with the temperature monitor. And as he had feared, she had a fever. The display read 39.5 degrees Celsius, but Chan couldn't do anything with it. Was it high or just increased? When does a baby have a fever? Slowly he panicked and didn't quite know what to do anymore. His daughter kept screaming loudly and he couldn't just leave her here. "Okay, come to Daddy," he said then gently and put his girl over his shoulder. But she didn't calm down. He picked up his phone and looked for the symptoms and found that this temperature is relatively high for a 6-month-old child and immediately decides to take her to the hospital. He dressed his daughter even when she was hot because he was still afraid that she would catch a cold. But that makes her scream even louder. She was hot from the fever and the jacket didn't make it any better. He took it off again and tried to put her in the child car seat.

"Hold on. We're going to the hospital in a moment." He tried to calm her down, but the little girl was too sick to notice her daddy. Chan drove off and he was glad that the nearest pediatric hospital was close by. After parking, he grabbed his daughter, held her tight to his chest, and ran. "I need a pediatrician, right now!" Chan was out of breath when he arrived at the reception and the receptionist looked at him in surprise but smiled gently when she saw his daughter. She was quiet now because she was so exhausted. She tried to cry now and then and to cling to her father, but she was already very weak. After all, she hadn't slept in hours and the fever was exhausting her. "Oh dear, is she sick?" Asked the woman and smiled. "She has a high fever. I read on the Internet that it is dangerous and I don't know ... my wife is not there and ... What do you do when a baby has a fever?" Chan was in a panic and hoped to be able to help his daughter soon. The woman nodded gently and smiled. "Everything is fine. I'll call a pediatrician right away." Chan thanked her and stood aside. Again and again, he stroked his daughter's back gently and hummed something to her. The girl became calmer, but she kept whimpering. Chan saw how exhausted she was, but she still fought so hard. "Christopher Bang?" He heard a voice and immediately turned around. A doctor had come and Chan immediately approached him. "My daughter, she has a high fever," he said immediately and the doctor immediately looked at his girl. But he could see right away that it wasn't anything serious. "At first, come in," he said with a soft smile and led the two of them into the practice. The pediatrician examined the child and he quickly came to his conclusion. "Fever is relatively normal for children. It can happen sometimes. It doesn't seem serious. She now needs special care and attention, bed rest and let the child drink about every half hour." The doctor smiled and Chan took his daughter back onto his lap. "Not more?" He was quite surprised. "It's all good. But please don't wrap your daughter so tightly in warm clothes." The doctor pointed to the jacket that Chan also had in his hand. "Oh, I didn't know ..." Chan was completely mistaken, that was all quite a lot. "The first child?" Asked the pediatrician and Chan nodded. "You learn with time. Everything is fine, but if the fever persists, just come back tomorrow." "Thank you, doctor," said Chan and let out a sigh of relief. Then he said goodbye and went out of the room. "Mummy will be proud of us when she comes home that we did it so well," said Chan and kissed his daughter on the hot forehead, who slowly closed her eyes.

minho.

"Y/N." Minho came into the bedroom with your daughter in his arms and looked at you seriously. "Mhmm?" You actually wanted your peace and quiet because your day was incredibly stressful. All-day you had been waiting to watch your favorite series and were glad that Minho put your daughter to bed. "We have to take her to the hospital. Her rash is getting bigger and bigger." "It's not serious," you say and look at Minho, shaking your head. Then you look back to the television and turn up the volume. "Can't you stand behind us? Our daughter is sick!" Minho looked at you in disbelief and didn't believe how indifferent you could be. But the truth was, your girl had rashes many times, and you've told Minho a hundred times not to worry. "Good, then take her to the hospital," you say with a shrug and make yourself comfortable in bed again. "Unbelievable," said Minho with a sigh and walked out of the bedroom. He was always very overprotective with his daughter. So he drove off and rushed to the hospital. When Minho arrived at the hospital, he was immediately sent to the nearest pediatrician. Probably more because he caused stress to the whole workforce. But after a short examination, the pediatrician was able to give him a diagnosis. "She has no fever and the rash seems to have subsided again. I'll prescribe an ointment for her and it should be fine again." The doctor started to write something on a pad, but Minho was not satisfied with it. "Just a rash? Look at it? Look how red it is." Minho pointed to the red spots on his daughter. "Yes, that happens a lot with toddlers." The doctor smiled but Minho immediately dressed his daughter and pulled her to him. "Have you even studied? Are you a doctor at all?" Minho was a little too worried about his daughter. That was exactly why you didn't come with them. "Excuse me?" The pediatrician was really perplexed by the cheeky answer. But Minho already had his daughter in his arms and ran out of the room. He had to find another solution, but it was quite late now. Then it occurred to him that his cousin, whom he didn't like, was also a doctor. Actually, he avoided him, because his mother always wanted him to send his daughter to him and he thought that he was annoying. But now his daughter's health was more important. After a long phone call, Minho persuaded his cousin that he could come over with his daughter. However, he reluctantly agreed. "I know I called you late at night and threatened to kill your dog, but thanks for coming," Minho said and walked into the apartment. "It's not like a doctor needs sleep," said Minoh's cousin annoyed, and sat down on the sofa. "She has a rash and the idiot in the hospital said it is nothing." Minho gently removed his daughter's shirt to show his cousin the rash. He examined everything, took her temperature, and listened to her breathing. But he had to say the same as the doctor said in the hospital. "She has a harmless rash. Many children of that age have that." The cousin could no more determine. "I knew you were an idiot," said Minho, taking his daughter back. His cousin sighed but was too tired to say anything. Minho immediately ran out of the apartment and got back in the car with his daughter. Even though he was angry that no one was taking his baby's symptoms seriously, he decided to go home. "How was it?" You ask when they were back in your bedroom. "The doctor was an idiot, then I went to my idiot cousin, but he's an idiot too," Minho said defiantly, looking at your daughter. "You were with your cousin?" You ask him with a laugh. "Biggest mistake of my life. He will accuse me of that until his death." Minho rolled his eyes and leaned back into the bed. After all, he was pretty tired after the whole tour. "You're a good dad," you say with a smile and give him a kiss. Then you grab a cream from your drawer and start applying it on your daughter's rash. "Look, that helps her," you say and look at your daughter, who is now fast asleep. But when you don't hear any more reaction, you look over at Minho and see that he was asleep too.

changbin.

"Daddyyyyyyyy." Changbin heard his son crying from his room. It was still early in the morning and actually, he was usually still sleeping at that time. "What's wrong?" He asked when he saw him come into the kitchen. The little boy had glassy eyes. "Ouch." The boy pointed in his mouth and Changbin crouched down to take a closer look. "Oh, it's all red." He felt his son's neck and found that it was completely swollen. "It hurts so much, Daddy," said the boy and started to sob. He wiped away his tears with the palm of his hand and tried to be brave. "Well, let's call Mummy then." To be honest, Changbin didn't know what to do. So he immediately picked up his phone to call you. But you've already been to work and in an important meeting. So you couldn't answer immediately. In the meantime, your son sat on the floor and cried silently. He held his small hands to his neck and he looked at the floor. Changbin looked at him and took a deep breath. "Good. She's got the pediatrician's number somewhere here." Changbin went through the apartment and searched everything. "Daddyyyyy," the little boy continued whimpering. Changbin was starting to get stressed and he knew he had to react quickly. "Yes, yes. Daddy is already looking for a solution." He looks desperately through the apartment, but then there was a glimmer of hope. There was a note on the refrigerator that said "Emergency". Immediately he went up to it and could already see the number from the pediatrician. "Yes, this is it," he said happily and immediately typed the number. "Daddyyyyyy," the boy continued to whimper, and Changbin sat down with him and let his head rest on his lap. He continued to cry softly and Changbin gently stroked his back. "Practice Doctor Yen." A female voice answered. "Hello, my son is in pain and has a red throat. Do you still have an appointment?" Changbin found himself using his rapper voice and talking way too fast. "Yes, of course, you can come over right now," said the woman kindly and Changbin breathed a sigh of relief. After he hung up, he looked at his son. "We'll get you dressed now and then we'll go to the doctor," Changbin said quietly, but the little boy didn't want that. "No doctor," he said and cried even more. "But you are in pain and the doctor will help you," he tried to explain. "But the doctor stings," said the little boy, sobbing again. "No, he doesn't sting. You won't get a vaccination. He just looks into your mouth," Changbin told his son and gave him an encouraging smile. The boy nodded and so the two were ready to go to the doctor. Changbin became more and more nervous along the way. He wrote you a message so you would know and hoped that he would manage it all. At the doctor's, the little boy was almost braver than his father. While Changbin almost fell off his chair because of his nervousness, his son was very calm when the doctor examined him. "His tonsils are swollen and sore. I'll prescribe something and everything should be fine." The pediatrician smiled and stroked the child's head. The little boy smiled, and Changbin was so proud of him that he was so brave. Almost braver than himself. "And because you were so good, there is a reward," said the doctor and took something out. "LOLLIPOP!" The boy yelled excitedly, his eyes sparkling when he saw the candy. "It's for you." The pediatrician handed him the lollipop and the little boy grinned. As if his pain was completely forgotten and Changbin was just glad that everything went well.

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jade-parcels · 3 years

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hi!! could i request a short nsfw story with Albedo? I read something a while ago and I can't find anything similar but he was written as very disinterested with a desperate s/o and hdhgfdshjfg it had me in shambles istg. sorry if this is too much TwT

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Albedo x female reader

This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be so...enjoy 0-0

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Albedo is often rather busy, his duties as the chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonious take up nearly all of his time. When he does have free time, he’s playing with Klee, taking you to lunch or passing out from exhaustion on his way home from the knights’ headquarters. He never learns though, instead he works even harder once he’s released from the Church’s infirmary. Then he rushes to catch up on the work he missed while he was out of commission.

All in all, he is hardly able to take care of you when your certain... urges... Make themselves known. You spend many nights alone, your sheets cold though your mind is filled with images of your boyfriend. His soft, pale hands running over your skin, his slender fingers working you open, his eyes half lidded as he stares down at you...That is just a fantasy though. One that plagues you, that makes you crave Albedo’s touch more and more as time passes on. Today was your breaking point.

You went to visit Albedo at work, sitting at his desk while he went over notes and talked to his colleagues. He practically ignored your presence for hours, only talking to you in order to swat your hand away from his work

“Don’t touch that” he had warned “If that gets on your skin, it will melt through your flesh until only bone remains. You have no idea how dangerous these chemicals truly are” and with that, he went back to work, hunching over his parchment in the dim light his lamp provided.

He looked so handsome in this light. The way the warm, gold hit his hair, it almost sparkles. His pale skin looked warm and welcoming too, you could imagine what his cheek would feel like pressed against yours, how warm his hands would be after wearing gloves all day, how soft his hair would be if you just had the chance to weave your fingers into it and pull-

You found yourself blushing at the thought, trying to pull your gaze off of him to look anywhere else but you just couldn’t take your eyes off the man. He had you under his spell, you were in too deep now. The man in question huffed a sigh, abruptly getting up to rummage through a shelf of chemicals. Glass bottles clinked against each other, the colorful liquids sloshing around. Finally he found what he was looking for: a short, stubby looking tube with a wide base and a brownish red solution inside. As he shook the tube, the liquid seemed to shimmer in the light though that could have been your imagination. You squirm in your seat as you try to calm down. Now isn’t the time to be thinking like that, you just have to wait another hour or so before making your move on him! He won’t be able to say no when his work is done. That’s was your plan at least

“You’ve been staring at me for awhile now,” Albedo points out, ever so observant. “Is something wrong?” He already seems to know the answer though. The blond crosses the room back to you, gesturing for you to stick your hand out. He places the tube into your palm, watching you with an unreadable expression

You turn the tube over in your hand, watching the liquid inside move around “What do you want me to do with this...?”

“Drink it” He says, sounding almost bored as he does. Without even bothering to watch you drink, he sits back at his desk to continue his report.

“What will this do?” You ask as you take the cork out

“You’ll see” that answer doesn’t exactly reassure you at all. Just after he got done telling you how dangerous these chemicals can be, he’s now having you drink one? It’s a strange feeling. On one hand, you don’t want to be a test subject- what if something happens? But on the other hand, Albedo is extremely skilled, there’s no way he’d have you drink something dangerous. So you give the vial a sniff before downing the contents.

The liquid tastes like tea though it burns on its way down, so much so that it sends you into a fit of coughing

“That’s normal” Albedo tells you, not bothering to look up at you. You try to ask again what this was supposed to do but you get no response.

The longer you sit, the hotter you feel. Sweat begins to form on your brow, your hands start to shake. Just as you’re beginning to worry you’re hit with a wave of want. Suddenly the room is a thousand degrees, your body aches so terribly. And you’re aware that Albedo has- no is the cure.

You fall out of your chair onto the cold, wood floor, gasping at the impact. You grab Albedo’s ankle, shaking his foot to get his attention “Bedo...Bedo help me” you whimper pitifully, whining as you feel your own wetness between your thighs “It’s too much...”

You hear him shuffle papers around before he leans down so you can see him “That is exactly what that potion was meant to do” he explains flatly “This is what you wanted, right? Enjoy yourself”

“I can’t just lay here on the floor like this- I can’t do this alone” you yank on his leg again, resting your forehead on the top of his boot. You’re hit with another wave of need, your body shaking as your hole clenches around nothing “Please baby please help me” you long for him to touch you, for him to really touch you, not just the version of him in your dreams

Albedo simply sighs, pushing his chair back so he can properly look at you beneath the table “Lay on your back and open your legs” you do as you’re told, hurrying to get into position. You lay back, spreading your legs for him. Now he can clearly see the wetness that seeped through your underwear and pants but he doesn’t react. Instead, he scoots his chair forward again, going right back to his work. Just as you’re about to complain, he lifts his foot, pressing the heel of his boot against you. The friction of your pants rubbing against your clit feels so good- far better than it ever has before. You shudder and moan at the contact, pushing your hips up into his foot. Albedo pays you no mind, simply rubbing his foot up and down over you.

Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, it has you seeing stars and losing your breath. You’ve never finished so quickly before, especially with such little contact. “That’s all it took? Hm, I thought you’d last a bit longer” the blond almost sounds disappointed “Let’s try again” before you could process what he said, he was back to the same rhythm again.

This went on for hours, at least it felt like hours. Hours of moaning, cumming, whining and pleading for Albedo to fuck you properly. He didn’t budge, instead he simply dragged orgasm after orgasm out of you with just the heel of his boot. You were shaking uncontrollably now as your oh-so sensitive body tried to keep up with your boyfriend’s ruthless experiment- yes, this had to be an experiment of some sort! Something so cruel yet so deliciously good, it was enough to have you sobbing

“Quiet down for a moment” he nudges you with his foot, pushing his seat back to make room for himself as he sits on the floor in front of you. You reach out for him to pull him down for a kiss, sniffling and gasping through your tears. “Don’t cry, you’re fine” he sighs, kissing your wet cheek. With that, he works your soaked undergarments off, pulling his cock out of his pants “You’ve made quite the mess. I’ll have to mop the floor now”

With little warning, he lines himself up and thrusts into your sore, sensitive hole, earning a wet squelch as he does. You moan pitifully, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, any part of him you can. Albedo simply sets a quick rhythm, ignoring your complaints of ‘it’s too much Bedo please!’ as he works to get himself off. He has needs too and knowing that he’s using you as his experimental fuck toy makes you feel even hotter. You finally have his attention! You’re going to let him know just how good he makes you feel

He doesn’t respond to your moans, grunting in your ear as he picks up the pace. He breaths in your scent, His office is filled with the sounds of your slapping skin and high pitched, incoherent moans “Yes! Yes, Bedo! Please- please use me! Yes!” You cry out, digging your fingers into the fabric of his jacket. Albedo’s breath hitches and he comes, his hips jerking forward as he does.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, panting as you compose yourselves. The effects of whatever potion your boyfriend had given you was wearing off, though not entirely, you didn’t feel as hot now though your body still shook like a leaf.

“Mm. Well, you’re free to go home” Albedo murmurs, using the hem of your shirt to clean himself off before tucking himself back into his pants. “I’ll do my best to be home before sunrise but don’t sit up and wait for me, I advise that you go home and sleep this off”

“T-that’s it?” You ask, sitting up to meet his gaze again “I can’t walk home like this, my clothes are ruined and my legs-“

“Sucrose has a change of clothes in case of emergencies, go ahead and change into that” he merely shrugs, hoisting himself back into his seat, scooting forward to get back to work. You can hardly believe it! After all of that, all he can think about is sending you home so he can work? While it is somewhat surprising, you also could have expected this behavior from him.

“Ugh...Fine, whatever” you groan, stretching your sore legs, nudging him as you do “You owe me”

“Owe you for what? Haven’t you had fun?” He asks. You can hear the soft scratching of his quill against parchment “If anything, you owe me”

“Well yes but next time, I’d rather be in bed with you, not on your gross laboratory floor...” you roll over on your side, resting your head on your arms “Maybe I’ll run an experiment on you next time...See how you like it”

“I would enjoy that. Any opportunity for education or exploration is fine with me”

You roll your eyes, unable to help the soft smile that creeps across your face. Your limbs feel heavy, your body is achy and tired from the repeated orgasms. You really could fall asleep right here on the cool floor... Before you can even think about getting up, you fall asleep, getting the rest your body deserved after such a taxing evening. You even managed to sleep through the journey home as albedo carried you, covering you with his jacket just in case. You also missed his content smile as he tucked you into bed. He rarely showed emotion, he has a lot of difficulty doing so, but it isn’t that hard when he sees your sleeping face.

Please ignore any spelling errors I wrote this so fast akdjalsjks the albedo thirst is real

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sentinelpri · 3 years

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Feverish

You were surprised to have been called to the med bay a little bit past nine in the evening, woken up by your phone ringing and Ratchet on the other end. You clutched your robe close to your body as you raced through the hallway, sleep in your eyes and worries in your head.

The lead medic had given you no explanation, only telling you to come meet him outside of the med bay as soon as you could before he hung up on you.

You wondered if it was an emergency, if someone was injured or dying, if something had happened during patrol- Wait, no. Their night patrols didn’t start for another hour or so, and if it had been an emergency, someone like Bumblebee or Optimus would’ve called you in a panic.

Still, the whole situation was weird, and you were worried, so when you saw Ratchet outside of the med bay leaning against one of the walls, you immediately approached him with your concern etched in your features.

Upon seeing you, Ratchet stood up straight, then put a strong servo on your shoulder in a reassuring manner before looking down at you. His pale blue optics burned into your (e/c) eyes, and though you tried your best, you couldn’t read his expression.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the medic spoke.

“Optimus Prime has fallen ill.”

“What?” You immediately sputtered, and your eyes flew to the door of the med bay; closed, you couldn’t even see Optimus. You just prayed that he was okay. In the time that you’d known the Prime and his team, you’d seen him injured or sick plenty, though the former was much more common. He never prioritized his own health and tried to push himself to do things, even when he was unwell, so he took forever to recover... Hopefully it wasn’t something severe. “How bad is it? Is he awake? Have you told the team yet?”

“Hey, hey, slow down. It’s nothing crazy, (y/n), so don’t worry,” Ratchet’s words, said in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, soothed you, if only a little. If it were serious or ‘crazy’ as he put it, he would’ve told you directly instead of lying, so you believed him. “This morning, I was the first to wake and go into the kitchen to make myself an energy booster when I saw him stumble in... As in, he was literally stumbling over himself and I could see steam rolling off of him from overheat. He insisted he was fine, but something was off, so I dragged him to the medbay for testing. He’s low on energon and coolant, he was overheating, and there was a minor glitch in his vents from some battle damage that I had to fix. He’s recovering fine, but my main concern is that his chassis seems to be overheating to kill an infection. I think it’s just your run-of-the-mill space bug based on the labs I did, so I gave him some antibiotics.”

“You didn’t answer some of my questions-” You started, now concerned with whether you could actually go and see Optimus or not.

It wasn’t uncommon for the red and blue bot to ignore his own needs, but for him to have ignored symptoms that could’ve turned into something much worse had Ratchet not caught them... You wondered if there was something bothering Optimus that was making him neglect himself, more than he usually would.

“So demanding, you youngin’s,” Ratchet huffed and rolled his optics at you. “It’s not that bad, he’s awake, and no, I haven’t told the others yet. Our nightly patrol is soon and I have to break the news to them somehow, which is why I called you here. You can’t go with us anyway and they need me since we’re down one bot, so I want you to stay with Prime. He responds the best to you...” You blinked and then blushed at that, (s/c) cheeks burning bright. It was true that you and Optimus were close, but for Ratchet to acknowledge it like that... Well, you were flattered. You’d loved Optimus for as long as you could remember, and even though Ratchet surely meant that in a platonic way, it was nice to know that the effort you put into your relationship with the bot meant something. “His condition isn’t from a decline in his physical health- I had to pry like hell to find out what it was, but Prime finally broke and told me that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten an energon cube or ran a self-evaluation to make sure he was functioning properly, which is why he’s energy-depleted and why the damage to his vents went unchecked. He’s so stressed from the leadership that this team needs that he isn’t taking care of himself anymore, and now, it’s led to him falling sick again. I think there’s something else going on in that processor of his, too, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else... I just know it’s more mental than anything.”

You stopped, frowning. What else could Optimus be hiding from everyone? Was he doing something dangerous? Had something happened? Was he breaking down from stress?

“O-Oh.. Okay,” You mumbled and leaned into the servo of Ratchet’s that was on your shoulder, sighing when he ran his thumb over a sore spot on the groove between said shoulder and your collar. The two of you had developed a close bond over the past couple years since they’d been on earth, with you, Sari’s tutor and caretaker, also acting as a second medic for the team with Ratchet’s training. While he’d trained you in how to care for the Autobots, you’d given him the basics of human anatomy and medical care, so with that time spent together, you were close- whether the old grump admitted it or not. “What about his medicine? How often does he take it? Is there anything else I need to do?”

“One pill every six human hours, they’re the white gel capsules that are rationed out on the table by Prime’s med-berth. I just gave him a dose, so don’t get him another one until three in the morning. He also needs to drink plenty of energon, coolant, and lubricant to get better, so make him do it, even if he gets pissy with you- shove it down his throat if you have to... But those are all things that I already told him, and he’s fully capable of taking care of himself. I don’t need you in there to take care of him so much as I need you to stay in there to make sure he doesn’t get up and do anything stupid. You know how he gets when he’s sick.”

“Unfortunately, I do...” You let out a long sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. It was going to be hard dealing with Optimus- hell, you could already imagine how he would be trying to sneak out of the med bay to go on patrol or trying to make you bring paperwork for him to do. You wouldn’t allow either, but considering how much larger he was than you, you’d have to convince him to relax instead of just being able to hold his aft down like Ratchet or Bulkhead could. “I’ll make sure he stays put. I’m assuming you’re taking over leadership until he recovers, Ratchet?”

“As the team medic, I’m second in command, so yeah... I have to. I’d let Prowl do it, but Primus knows he doesn’t want to, and I wouldn’t let Bumblebee or Bulkhead within a ten mile radius of any form of responsibility like this. I’m really the only option.”

“Right...” You imagined what a patrol without Optimus, led by a stressed and grouchy Ratchet would be like, and then cringed. “Good luck.”

“Thanks. I’ll need it.”

With that, Ratchet withdrew his servo from your shoulder and waved at you before turning around and walking down the hallway. You figured that Optimus shouldn’t be left alone for too long, so you quickly entered the med bay and shut the door behind you.

It was dark, with a small night light plugged into the walls that illuminated the room just a bit. You could see Optimus, who looked uncharacteristically pathetic, weakly laying on a med berth with a small side table on the ground next to him. On the table were some energon sticks, a cup of coolant, and the white pills that Ratchet had mentioned.

“(y/n), is that you?” Optimus asked, trying to sit up, but immediately groaning in what you assumed was pain and flopping back down. His eyes squeezed shut, a strained grimace taking over his face-plates. You pulled one of the stools by a wall-counter to the side of the room where Optimus’s berth was and put it right by his side table so you could sit by him. You were close to his face, so you leaned down to look at it as his optics slowly opened back.

He was sick, and it would take at least a few days if not a week to recover; you could tell just by looking at him. His ocean-hued optics were abnormally dark and foggy, his powder blue faceplates were stained dark with heat, and though he wasn’t steaming like Ratchet had described this morning, there was definitely still heat radiating from his frame.

“Yes, Optimus, it’s me... I’m here to watch over you,” You leaned in to kiss the top of his helm, able to feel just how hot the metal felt against you. When you pulled back, you frowned at the absurd amount of heat- almost hot enough to make your lips sting, while Optimus’s normal temperature was a bit cooler than that of an average human’s by a degree or two. “Ratchet called me down here and told me what’s going on a bit ago. The team’s on patrol right now.”

“Slag, I can’t believe Ratchet told you,” Optimus groaned again, this time in annoyance instead of pain. “I told him not to earlier when he was fixing my vents... He’s probably going to tell the rest of the team, too. I have to get up and go supervise the patrol-” He forced himself to sit up this time, forced back a wince, forced his optics to open fully, but the second you pressed a rushed hand to his chest plates and attempted to push him back, he froze.

“Oh, no you don’t!” You argued, eyebrows furrowing in frustration as a pout formed on your face.

“Oh, yes I do!” The Autobot argued back without hesitation, but didn’t actually move to push your hand away or leave even though he was fully capable of doing so, only resting one of his servos on the one of yours that was on his chest- stumbling and overheating or not, he was much larger and much stronger than you. Then again, he probably knew that Ratchet would beat him to a pulp the second he recovered if he dared lay a single digit on you to escape the med bay. “As much as I appreciate the concern, I don’t want it nor do I need it, and I certainly don’t want it from my team. It’s bad enough that you know. I know they’ll start asking questions when I don’t go on patrol with them, and if they hear that I got sick from overexerting myself and not getting enough rest and energon, they’ll never let me hear the end of it-”

“Well, maybe that’s what you need, so lay your stubborn ass down! I did not come here with my hair all fucked up and in this stupid robe in the middle of the night when I could’ve been sleeping just to have you run away from me when I’m trying to take care of you! You getting up right now just drives home how bad you are about prioritizing yourself,” Optimus’s plump and normally soft lips, now chapped from dehydration, pulled together into a tight frown- it was the face he made when he knew he was in the wrong. “You’re getting out of your bed when you’re supposed to be resting so you can go lie to your team and tell them you’re fine when you’re not, and for what? Your pride?”

“No, I just don’t want them to worry for me. I’m already stressed out enough and the last thing I need is for that to contribute to their struggles. They’re all dealing with so many of their own problems, and I’m sick of being a burden to everyone around me...”

Optimus huffed, but gave up and laid back down, much to your relief. He still held your hand, though, and you let him- even if he was sick, you didn’t want him to let go.

“You’re not a burden, and just like how they’re dealing with their problems, you’re dealing with yours. You don’t have to be perfect to be loved and respected, and not to insult your acting skills, but... They won’t believe you if you walk out there overheating and struggling to stay standing to tell them that you’re perfectly fine. Ratchet told me how you were stumbling around this morning.”

“I hate that you’re right,” He mumbled, and you wondered why he always had to be so childish when he was sick.

Then again, as much as you hated Optimus’s stubborn personality, it was a major component of who you’d gone and fallen in love with all that time ago. It was crazy, you thought; just the extent that you loved Optimus Prime to, and how terribly unaware he was of it. You thought it best to keep the fact hidden, as you didn’t know what his feelings were, and he had so much on his plate already... It hurt to think that he didn’t know how loved he was- not just by you, but by everyone around him, who he was always bending over backwards for, completely unaware that they’d do the exact same for him.

“And I hate that you treat yourself like this. Plus, as much as Ratchet threatens us all with consequences for our actions, he’s not going to tell them what’s going on in depth; just that you have a fever and that you’re resting, you know he respects patient confidentiality. He’ll probably even downplay it because he knows that’s what’ll make you happy.”

“No, you’re just trying to reassure me, but...” Optimus paused and let go of your hand, fully settling back into the berth. You took your hand back and looked off to the side, already missing his touch. “I know you want to, and that Ratchet probably told you to spend the night here and take care of me, but I’m alright now. I’ll stay and rest, I promise. You can go to your room to sleep, I know you’re usually not up this late, and I’d hate to keep you up with my problems.”

You didn’t really want to leave him, but you were tired, and you believed his words. His tone was genuine enough.

“Are you sure?” You asked and received a nod in return. So, you stood up and collected yourself. “Okay, if you’re sure... I’ll leave and go get some rest, then come back at three to give you your antibiotics and make sure you’ve got something on your stomach.”

Silence.

The second you turned around to leave, though, Optimus was grabbing the back of your robe and holding the cloth between his digits, tone low as he spoke again.

“Actually, (y/n), wait... Don’t leave me. I need you.”

You turned back around and looked at him, confused. Hadn’t he just told you seconds before that he was fine and that you should leave to go get some rest so that he could fall into recharge as well? What was with the sudden change of heart? Was there something going on with his physical condition, or was it something else?

“Huh? But Optimus, you said you needed to rest...” You muttered, which earned you a shake of his head in return.

“I will,” Optimus promised. “Please, just stay and don’t question it. I lied to you, I don’t know why, but I can’t be alone right now. Don’t leave me.”

The plead from him was unexpectedly vulnerable, honest, open. You appreciated it, but at the same time, you were concerned about what exactly was going on with him- you felt like there was more to the story than stress and leadership and lack of self-care. While all of that was definitely in character for Optimus Prime, there was something else that he wasn’t telling you about, too. With how close you were to him, it wasn’t abnormal for you to have deeper discussions, but for him to admit that he wanted- no, needed you there with him and couldn’t be alone was something you’d never thought you’d hear in your lifetime.

“Okay, I’ll stay until you tell me to go, then. Thank you for being honest with me.”

With that, you sat back down on the stool and looked at him. A little bit of that light had returned to his optics, but he still seemed like he was in rough shape.

“Thank you.”

Silence again.

Instead of adjusting to get comfortable and slip into recharge, Optimus just sat there with his back against the board of the berth, optics trained on you. It had taken a while to get used to when you’d first met him, but nowadays, you were used to the Prime’s intensity, especially when it came to eye/optic-contact. Still, though, the way he was staring at you now... You couldn’t quite interpret it. Then again, could you usually? Optimus was hard to read sometimes.

“You’re not resting,” You teased, but received a serious response in return.

“I’m thinking, and then I’ll rest.”

“You’re sick, the last thing you need to be doing is overthinking like you always do,” You reached out to him, rested your palm on the side of his face and tenderly ran a thumb over the apex of his cheek. Surprisingly, he leaned into your touch with a smile.

“What if it pertains to you? It’s either I tell you and get my closure, which is daunting, or I sit here overthinking it like I always do.”

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach and flinched. It had been obvious that something was on his processor, but it had to do with you? What was it? Did it have to do with your feelings? Tense, you talked again.

“...Have I done something? I’d rather you tell me.”

“You’ve made me fall in love with you.”

The words were whispered but still felt so loud, filling the room with their impact in a way that made your cheeks hot and your heart beat hard against your chest.

“Your illness must be making you delusional,” You laughed nervously, but Optimus only gave you a sloppy grin and laughed. You moved your hand to the top of his helm to check his temperature, but it hadn’t changed- as much as you wanted to believe it, you were sure he was being serious and not having feverous hallucinations like you’d initially suspected. Still, you thought it proper to ask. “Do you feel hot? Are you overheating again?”

“No, (y/n), I’m just in love with you,” Optimus peered at you, smile falling a bit. “I mean, yes, I am sick, and I’m still overheating, but I’ve been in love with you for- Ah, I’m actually not sure how long it’s been... I just know it’s been too long.”

There was a pause, in which the two of you seemed to be processing what important things were said; in the span of just a minute or two, Optimus had boldly laid his feelings out for you on the table, unabashed and proud, the tension that came with two years worth of pining that you’d been doing solved so... Quickly. You were surprised you hadn’t felt your jaw hit the floor.

Had he really loved you the whole time? Or was this a recent development? Why was he only telling you now? Had his stress over his feelings for you also contributed to his sickness?

“I’m not sure I can talk about this in good conscience when you’re so vulnerable,” You smiled back at him, (e/c) eyes meeting his ocean-hued optics as you removed your hand from his head. Shyly, he reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It feels selfish, but... I love you, too, and that’s why I want you to rest and get better, maybe not stress out so much.”

You kissed the back of his servo as he pulled it away, earning what you hoped was a blush and not more symptoms of overheating.

“I’d kiss you if I weren’t afraid of getting you sick,” Optimus sighed. You were sure that you probably couldn’t catch whatever he had going on since he was a Cybertronian and you were human, but you didn’t want to test that theory, so you left it alone.

“It’s okay,” You reached out to hold one of his servos in both of your hands, squeezing reassuringly. “I can feel the sentiment. Just focus on getting better, okay? We have all the time in the world.”

“Sometimes I fear we don’t- Have all the time, I mean, and I suppose that’s why I finally broke down and did this- I like to believe I’m impervious to everything around me, but I’ve already died once, and every time I get sick, I always think about what will happen if I go offline without telling everyone around me just how much they mean. I didn’t want to be scared anymore, not when it came to you.”

“I...” You stood and got on top of the berth so you could sit next to Optimus, curling into his side. “Me, too.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” The Prime asked and wrapped an arm around you. Gentle. Strong. Warm.

“Would you like me to be?” You asked in return with a tilt of your head.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll be here,” Optimus looked at you, clearly somewhat doubtful, but you only shook your head with a smile. “I promise, I won’t leave you. Just get some rest, okay?”

“...Okay.”

So, you stayed, and when Ratchet walked in the next morning to see you curled up by Optimus’s side on the berth with your (lip/chap)stick smeared on his servos, both of you sleeping peacefully for once, he couldn’t help but think that Optimus getting sick once in a while wasn’t so bad after all.

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