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satorusugurugurl · 28 days

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Can i req Jjk men accidentally hurting reader during sex? If that’s ok w u, if not, it’s all good <33

JJK Men: Accidentally Hurting You In the Middle of Smexy Time

Summary: Things get a little too passionate in the middle of sexy time. And well, let's say tears are shed and not in a good way.

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, FAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,337

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, biting, injury, crack, fluff, it's a fluffy crack post

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Love my some little crack posts like this!! I hope you enjoy! 😆

Gojo Satoru:

You smirk as Satoru throws his head back against the pillows. His mouth is hanging wide open as your rock back and forth on his cock. Slowly teasing him, clamping down to the point that he’s writhing under you. His hands are holding your hips, squeezing you, urging you to go faster, to do something!

“Y-Y/N, I need more, fuck!” He bites down on his bottom lip, looking at your conjoined bodies. “You’re killing me, babe, please, fuck.”

“More?” You cooed your thumb, brushing over his bottom lip. “Does my poor Toru want me to fuck his brains out~?”

“Y-Yes!!” He cried out, growling as you slowly inched off his cock before slamming back down. “Hah! Ah fuck~!!”

You bounced up and down, and the squelching sounds of your pussy were nearly silent as Satoru cried out. How cute was he? Crying out like a whore while you used his cock. So pretty, the sight had you throbbing around him as you arched your back, playing with your breasts.

Satoru was whimpering as he watched your thumbs graze over your erect nipples. That wasn't fair! He wanted to suck on them, lap his tongue over the sensitive buds. He moved, thrusting up into you as he tried to sit up. The deep thrust and sudden jerky movement had you wobbling. You fell forward. Ready to brace yourself on his chest only to meet his head.

Your foreheads collided together in a sickening crack. “Ow!” Your hand flew up to your head as Satoru rubbed at his forehead, grimacing. “Ooooh fuck that hurt!” You pulled off of him, hurrying to the bathroom. “Toru!” You snarled, touching the already swelling goose egg forming on your head.

“S’ your fault.” You glared into the mirror as he stood in the doorway. His cock was still erect, your arousal glistening on the shaft. “You fell forward!”

“Because you thrust into me!”

“I only moved because I wanted to suck on your nipples.”

“And I got a goose egg instead!” Your pout was adorable as you poked at the bump on your head again. “Dammit! What are you going to do to make it up to me?” Satoru stiffened, eyes quickly meeting yours in the mirror.

“I'm sorry?”

“I said, what are you going to do to make this up to me? You promised you'd never hurt me. And look who broke their word Sa-to-ru-” Each syllable of his name had his cock twitching eagerly. He moved, lifting you off the ground and carrying you back into the bedroom. “Oh my god!” You squealed as he threw you on the bed, slotting between your legs.

“I’ll make the pain go away,” Satoru whispered, dragging his tongue down your body. “You'll feel better in no time.” He winked before dipping his head between your thighs, his matching goose egg on full display.

Geto Suguru:

“Mmm~ nngh fuck Y/N, you taste so fucking good.” Suguru breathes out against your pussy before his tongue flicks at your clit again. “So sweet and tangy, fuck I want more of you.”

You’re a mess underneath him; your back is arching off the living room floor, your shorts thrown somewhere behind the couch as the warm spring breeze blows through the room. It carries the scent of fresh blooming flowers and the promise of sunny days. Which meant allergy season was to follow with it.

You gasped, hands gripping Suguru’s bun as he pulled you closer to his mouth. “S-Suguru~!” His lips sealed firmly around your clit as his dark eyes locked on yours. Why did he look so pretty when he was eating you out? That had to be a crime somewhere in the world. But as his teeth ever so gently grazed over your clit, all other thoughts went flying out the window. “F-fuuuck! Hah! Ah fuck!”

Suguru moaned, alternating his technique from nibbling your clit, to writing his name against you, using the tip of his tongue. His skills were being used at full force, eager to get you to cum all over his tongue before he fucked you right here in the living room. He knew it wouldn't take much for you to cum.

You tightened your grip on his hair, a familiar feeling settling over you. But it wasn’t your orgasm, no, this feeling was in your sinus’. It was a burning sensation that had your nose scrunching as your toes curled. Feeling a sneeze approaching, you covered your nose with your elbow as you sneezed hard, jerking against Suguru’s face. The sudden jerky movement from your sneeze startled your boyfriend so much that he slammed his teeth shut.

Just as he was nibbling on your clit.

You screamed in pain, your thighs clamping around your boyfriend's head as you yanked him away. Those dark eyes that had just been filled with lust were now filled with fear. You curled in on yourself, hands dipping between your legs, cupping your pussy. This new throbbing sensation was not at all enjoyable. Suguru sat back, staring at you in shock as tears stained your cheeks.

“Oh fuck, I bit your clit.” He stated the obvious.

”Yeah! No shit!” You barked back, tears still flowing down your cheeks as you grimaced.

“Oh fuck, what do I need to do? How can I help? I’m so sorry.”

”I don’t know, Suguru!” You sat up, still cupping your wet sex. “No one has ever bit my clit before!!”

The silence is almost palpable between you before Suguru turns to your couch. “Hey, Google, what do I do if I bite my girl—”

“Don’t ask out Google Home, you freak!”

In the end, Google provided you with the answer: Hot water, antibacterial soap, and ibuprofen.

Nanami Kento:

Hot water hit your back as Nanami fucked you from behind. Fuck it was so steamy, and you were talking about the water. Nanami was like an animal slamming into you over and over again. His grunts and growls bounced off the bathroom walls, making your cunt throb harder. God, he was so hot; everything about this was so hot.

All this happened because you mentioned you’d never had shower sex before. Best confession you’ve ever made!

Nanami grabbed a handful of your hair by yanking it. “Head up, love, I don't want you getting dizzy.” He was utterly perfect and patiently led you through this experience. Nanami was making it an overwhelmingly pleasurable experience! “Now, put your foot up here.” He grabbed your leg, positioning it on the edge of the tub. “And enjoy the ride.”

That was the only warning you were given before Nanami pulled all the way out before slamming back inside of you. You arched, silently screaming as he set a pace that had your skin slapping against each other in a beautiful harmony. God fuck, holy fuck he was so deep in this position. You could feel his cock hitting your g-spot and cervix perfectly with each thrust.

“N-Nana! Nanami!” you cried out as he slammed into you harder with a grunt, water going everywhere, from the walls and the side of the tub for the mere force of his thrusts. “K-Kiss, kiss me.”

“As you wish.” Kento’s lips found yours in a heated, passionate kiss. You felt yourself drawing closer and closer to your orgasm. Feeling you could squeeze around his thick cock, Nanami slid his hand over your stomach, pushing down on your back and making you arch.

This was a position you had done countless times in the past. On hotel balconies, against walls, and in his office. The only difference this time was that water was involved. When he suddenly pushed you forward, your foot on the tub's edge slipped. You fell forward, grabbing the shower curtain for support.

“Y/N!” Nanami tried reaching you, but it happened so fast. You slipped, falling out of the side of the shower. Your shoulder collided with the bathroom countertop. Nanami knew it was bad the second he heard a loud pop. The pain hit you like a train as you landed on your side, gasping out a strangled scream.

Nanami turned the water off and jumped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and draping it over you before dropping to his knees. “Oh fuck, that hurts.” You winced, your fingers and neck numb. “That hurts bad!”

“Here, let's get you up.” As Nanami helped you stand, both of you winced at the same time as you assessed the damage. That popping sensation was the sound of your shoulder dislocating; your arm dangled uselessly at your side. “Y/N, I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful.”

“No, no, it's okay! It was an accident, Ken.” You sighed, turning to look up at him. “We should go see Shoko.” Nanami huffed out a sigh, nodding his head before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“I’ll call us a car.”

You followed after him, groaning. “Do you think Gojo will be there?” Nanami froze midstep, turning to face you as he got dressed. “He wouldn't let us live this down. He might even submit our story to one of those trashy television shows like ‘Sex Sent Me to The E.R.’ or something like that.”

“On second thought, we're going to the hospital.”

Choso Kamo:

“Choso!” Yuuji yelled from the living room of the apartment. Voice muffled from behind the closed door of the bedroom. Choso loved his brothers, but right now, he was more in love with being balls deep inside of you.

Your boyfriend's hand was clamped over your mouth as he rocked into you as hard as he could. If you both were quiet enough, maybe he'd leave. Yuuji called out for his older brother again as you whined against his palm. His cock throbbed, the bed rocking faster as Yuuji muttered something that sounded like a goodbye before the apartment door opened and shut.

The second he realizes you two are good, he pulls his hand away. “Awe, Cho~ are you shy?” Choso glances down at your smug smirk before he flushes.

“Y-You're his teacher. I-Isn't it strange?”

You purse your lips in thought before smirking. “What’s strange is the fact that you aren't fucking me right now, Choso~” With wide eyes and red cheeks, your boyfriend did as precisely as you asked.

His hips bucked forward, his large hands moving from the sides of your head to your thighs, where he spread your legs further apart. You screamed out, throwing your head back in pleasure as his trailed kisses over your collarbone. He was so deep, you didn’t want to let him go; your cunt hugged him tight, making it difficult for him to pull out.

The constricting grip your pussy had on him made Choso’s eyebrows scrunch together as his balls slapped against your ass. You were so wet and tight. If you kept squeezing him like this, he wasn’t going to last very long at all. But from how you squirmed, surely you weren’t doing any better than him.

“Choso~! Choso~! Oh fuck~! Yes, baby, baby, please~!!”

“Y/N, fuck! Haa— I’m going to cum~ I’m so close~!” He gritted out, the bed squeaking under you from the force of his thrusts.

“Choso!!” He flinched, hearing the door slam open again in the living room. “Bro, I know you’re here! I can see it on the Find My Friends app!”

“Just like that! Just like th-mmmmph!!” Choso's hands flew up, hitting you in the mouth and nose. Harder than he meant to. Your eyes stung as your nose throbbed painfully against the palm of his hand. “Mmnn.” You cried out, tears welling in your eyes.

Choso’s head was turned to the bedroom door. His chest was rising and falling as he listened to Yuuji, and oh god, was that Megumi with him? Why were they heading this way? You both had to do something! Oh, right, you would know what to do! Choso’s head whipped back to you as he felt something warm spreading over his palms.

Tears were sliding onto his fingers, your tears. Choso quickly jerked them away, and he was met with a gory sight. Blood was smeared under your nose and over your lips. The stream of tears made pink streams run down your chin as you sat up, reaching for a tissue.

“Y/N?! Oh sweetheart, fuck I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He glanced at the palms of his hands that were stained crimson. “I didn’t mean to hit you that hard!”

“No! It’s okay!” Your voice was muffled as you squeezed gently on your nose to stop the blood flow. “You were distracted. Plus, it’s not like I haven’t been hit in the nose before.” You gave him a thumbs-up with your free hand. “Just the first time it’s happened when I was having sex!”

Just before Choso could take over holding the tissue for you, his door flew open. “Choso!?” Yuuji was about to walk in, but he froze, taking in the scene before him. His older brother, under the sheets naked, was in bed with his teacher, who squeaked, hiding her also very naked body against his brother.

And there was blood, lots of blood.

In a panic, Choso tried to get up to explain what was happening. But Yuuji slammed the door before silence rang out. Choso’s head dropped while you kept holding the tissue to your nose.

“I-I’m going to the movies with Megumi and Kugisaki. I’ll be home later, Choso.”

“A-Alright, be careful.”

“See you on Monday, Y/L/N-Sensei!”

Choso sat there mortified as he processed what had just happened. Not only did he unintentionally hurt his girlfriend, but his younger brother had walked in on him. The stuffy giggle that slowly had him turning his head to look at you. Your smile was wide, and your cheeks were flushed. That shy grin made his shoulders feel lighter. He knew the two of you would get through this awkward situation together.

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reidsdaisies · 5 months

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༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x sick fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; sorry this one’s kinda short, im just trying to get back into writing little by little. ty for ur request, i hope you enjoy! <333

p.s. this is to anyone reading, pleaaasee send me emily and/or spencer requests 😩🙏

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.3k

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“I feel like I’m dying, Spence,” you whine, throwing your head back down on the pillow, “that nasty medicine is no help!”

“You just took it, sweetheart. Give it some time.” Spencer shushes you, combing his fingers through your hair, brushing the strands behind you ear in an attempt to calm you down.

The cough you let out sounds very much unlike you, raspy and giving you a nasty feeling, just like that stupid medicine did. Your throat is still just as bad as it’s been the past hour, if not worse.

When you went to bed last night with a mild sore throat and a bit of a runny nose, you thought nothing of it, assuming it was just allergies, hopping under the covers and cuddling up to your boyfriend. Now, you lay under those same covers the next morning, feeling utterly helpless.

“I could run you a warm bath? Or brew you some tea with honey?” In his mind, he’s skimming through all the possible remedies to treat your illness, which based on his knowledge is most likely just the common cold. It’s flu season, it was bound to happen at some point.

You nod, groggily mumbling something inaudible. He knows you well enough by now to know you were reminding him to make your favorite flavor of tea. But he doesn’t need the reminder, he never has.

“I’ll go make it, okay sweetie? You just rest.”

“Heating pad..” you groan, burying your head into the soft pillow, the ache in your stomach rendering you unable to move an inch without a pain shooting you right there.

“And I’ll get you that too,”

“Th-“ before you can get the words out, he cuts you off, understanding your brain exactly.

“Then, later I’ll help you into the bath.”

“I love you so much,”

That makes him smile uncontrollably. “I love you too, y/n.. I’ll be right back!”

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toppersjeep · 3 months

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You Didn’t Have To Go -Carlos Sainz X Reader

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Summary: You are Carlos race engineer and just got the news of him leaving Ferrari. But you wish he told you rather than you finding out on instagram. So you go to confront him at the car testing. This is also a bit inspired by say don’t go by Taylor Swift.

Your POV

I had learned of Carlos’s departure from ferrai through a post by ferrai and f1. I had no idea he was going to be leaving at the end of this season. It hurt me to know he couldn’t tell me. Especially since I’m race engineer. I thought he was staying.

I walked into the paddock. Charles greeted me as I walked into the garage. I smiled and made my way over to my desk. Carlos walked up.

“So the car looks good” Carlos said I ignored him. “What” Carlos said. I walked away. I then walked over to the car. “I’m just trying to talk to my race engineer” Carlos said I rolled my eyes.

[ I hold my breath a bit little longer…]

“Funny that I’m the last one to find out you are leaving ferrai” I said. “Is that what this is about” Carlos said. “Yes it is do you not trust me enough or something” I said. “I really don’t understand Carlos” I said as everyone looked at us.

He took me into an empty meeting room. And shut the door. I just looked at him.

“I know I should’ve told you I’m really sorry” Carlos said. “Carlos I just don’t get you I thought we were friends” I said. “We are I just didn’t want to see the look on your face” Carlos said. “What look” I said. “The way you’re looking at me now with you’re sad eyes” Carlos said.

[I’m holding out hope for you to say “don’t go” I would stay forever if you say “don’t go”]

“I’m so sorry for caring then” I said. “You think I wanted this I didn’t” Carlos said. “I.. really don’t wanna do this” Carlos said cupping my cheek. “Don’t do that” I said. “I hope you know I care about you so much” Carlos said I got teary eyed.

“Please don’t do that” I said. “I… know I should’ve told you about me leaving” Carlos said. “Please don’t” I said moving his hand. “Y/N please listen to me” Carlos said. “Why should I” I said. “Because I” Carlos said. I then grabbed my stuff off the table. But he grabbed my arm and stopped me from leaving.

“Don’t go” Carlos said. “We have work to do” I said. “But I need to talk to you” Carlos said. “Carlos I get it you are leaving” I said. “Please let me explain” Carlos said. “No” I said turning to face him. “Y/N I can’t bare to have you so upset with me” Carlos said.

“Carlos you’ll move on to another team and I’m be here” I said. “Eventually you’ll forget about me they all do” I said. “How could I forget you” Carlos said. “Just make it easier for yourself and leave me alone” I said looking away from him.

He then made me look up at him. I looked deep into his brown eyes.

“Why did you have to make me want you” Carlos said. “What” I said. “I love you Y/N I always have” Carlos said. I just looked at him and didn’t say anything to him.

[I said “I love you” you say nothing back]

I then walked out of the door. And went back to my desk. Carlos walked over to his car. He didn’t even look at me.

“Cars running good” Charles said. “That’s great” I said. “Are you okay you look like you were crying” Charles asked. “Just my allergies I think” I said. “Well if you need someone to talk to I’m here” Charles said. “Thanks but I’m alright Char” I said. “Alright I’ll let you get back to work” Charles said walking away.

Later on..

I grabbed my bag and walked to my car. Carlos stood up against it. I rolled my eyes and walked over.

“What” I said he then pulled me into a kiss. “Carlos” I said. “Just let me” he said I then kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I circled my arms around his neck.

[“cause you kiss me and it stops time”]

“You have no idea how much I love you” Carlos said. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you anything I couldn’t” Carlos said. “I just can’t picture you driving anywhere else” I said teary eyed. “Oh amour that’s not going to change anything between us” Carlos said. “You promise” I said.

“I promise you I will always be by your side even if we don’t work together” Carlos said. “Can you say it again” I said with a smile. “I love you Y/N all of you every single thing about you” he said I smiled. “Even all of your imperfections not that you have any” Carlos said I laughed.

“Oh really all of me” I said. “Even your sassiness” Carlos said kissing my face. “Stop” I said giggling. “Let me make it up to you” Carlos said. “What do you have in mind” I said. “I’m going to take the most beautiful race engineer I know on a date” Carlos said. “I’d be honored” I said.

(Part 2)

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sunkissed-zegras · 1 day

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manager literally having to handle every single thing and js bein emotionally exhausted, one day she’s just completely overstimulated from everything and walks out to let herself cry

i love angst sorry🤘

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ─ UCONN WBB MANAGER

౨ৎ ─ summary | after a shitty week, manager breaks down over a stupid test score and her teammate helps her through it.

─ word count | 919

─ warnings | NIKA AND MANAGER BONDING TIME YIPEE! angsty af, hurt to comfort, manager putting too much pressure on herself, midterms (BLEHHH), pretty sure nothin else?

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YOUR ENTIRE WEEK had been shit, to put it simply.

Scratch that, your entire month had been pretty shitty. Your midterms had gone terrible, your headaches have been becoming way more painful and more frequent and on top of all of that, you bled through your pants. Twice.

With play-off season arriving in about couple weeks, practices had been running later and later. You spent the entire practice usually on the phone, trying to figure out routes to away games, trying to coordinate transportation for the team, and dealing with the last-minute changes and complications that seemed to plague every plan you made.

As the playoff season even nearer, the pressure mounted to new heights. Every decision felt like it carried the weight of the world, and the fear of letting down your team gnawed at your insides.

Geno had told you that you could leave early if you absolutely needed to, but you hated feeling useless. You wanted to be able to do your job without letting your own personal issues get in the way but right now, it felt like you were way in over your head. Despite Geno's offer to leave early, the guilt gnawed at you, whispering that you were failing in your duties as a manager.

As today's practice wore on, your headache intensified, pulsing behind your eyes with an intensity that threatened to consume you. You clenched your jaw against the pain, willing yourself to push through, but with each passing moment, it felt like the weight on your shoulders grew heavier.

Your phone buzzed against your thigh and you picked it up, reading the notification. Your heart had dropped to your stomach as you read the email ─ you had failed your Geo midterm.

You threw your phone against the hardwood floors, feeling your eyesight become blurry. That was cherry on top, that was the final straw. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to regain control of your emotions. You got up from the bench, picking up your phone as you sniffled.

"Whoa, Y/N? Are you good?" You turned to meet Nika's eyes as yours widened in shock. You immediately wiped your tears as you averted your gaze.

Nika was thankfully the only person on the court right now, everyone else was in the locker-room getting ready for practice. Nika finished up early, like she usually did.

You sniffled again. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're not, tell me what's bothering you. Who was it? Was it Paige or Geno, because I swear-"

"No, no." You sighed loudly as Nika's expression softened. "Just allergies. I need to go get something from my dorm, I won't be long."

Nika scoffed as she watched you walk away, her eyes narrowing with concern despite your attempt to brush off the situation.

"Allergies, my ass," she muttered under her breath, though she knew better than to push you further when you were clearly not ready to talk.

You went to your dorm and cried your eyes out, that was the only thing you felt like you could do. You almost debated whether or not you should go back to practice until you remembered that you left all your stuff there.

As you got up to the door, you heard a knock on your door. Your furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you opened the door, revealing Nika. She held your bag in one hand and hers in the other, a warm smile on her lips.

You opened the door wider so that she could come in. Without a word, she set down both her bag and yours as you closed the door behind her.

"Practice ended early so you didn't miss anything," Nika spoke as she gave you a smile. She sat down on your bed as she gestured for you to come and sit.

"Thanks for bringing my bag," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to find the right words to express the depth of your gratitude.

Nika waved off your thanks with a casual shrug, her gaze reassuring. "No problem. I figured you could use a break from everything."

Then, with a small sigh, Nika reached out and took your hand in hers, her touch a comforting. "One test doesn't define your entire career, Y/N. I promise you, it will not matter after you graduate. It probably won't even matter in a month, or maybe even a week."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Nika had completely read you like a damn book. "How did you know?"

Nika just scoffed, "You think we don't listen when you ramble on about your tests and shit? We do, and trust me we know you better than you think."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at her blunt honesty, the tension that had coiled tight in your chest slowly starting to unravel. It was true ─ Nika and the rest of the team had always been there to listen, even when you thought no one was paying attention.

"Look, Y/N." Nika kept her gaze on you, her expression serious. "We love you and we need you, but don't ever put us over your mental health. We need you all in one piece if you're gonna take care of us, right?"

"So, for us. Take the weekend off and come back on Monday, alright?" Before you could protest, Nika sent you a stern look and you sighed loudly. Nika's expression dissipated into a warmer one as she smiled, "That's our girl."

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harvestleaves · 1 year

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Let. Me. In. (RoosterxF!Reader)

Prompt: Hi, I would like to request for a sickfic for Bradley, reader is stubborn as a bull and refuses to admit she’s sick and she gets sicker until Bradley slowly gets her be vulnerable. And in the end the reader is nursed back to health by Bradley.

A/N: Sorry this took me a week to write, I was super tired after work all week, but I hope you like this! Let me know if I should start also posting these to Ao3!

Rating: T for brief swearing by Bradley

Word Count: 1,239

You weren’t sick. It was probably just allergies. It was the middle of April and things were blooming, so your throat was sore. Of course you ignored the nagging voice in the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Bradley’s reminding you that you didn’t have allergies, at least to pollen. Dogs, sure, but not pollen.

It was allergy season. Sure, there was a spring cold going around the elementary school you taught at, but you wanted to think that you taught your kiddos enough about hand washing technique at the beginning of the year that they shouldn’t get too sick.

Then, two kids were absent from your class for a fever last week. Two kids wasn’t enough for you to worry too much though, so you decided not to mention it to your boyfriend Bradley. You knew he would’ve checked you over for signs of sickness immediately. because he was a bit of a mother-hen when it came to any aspect of your well-being.

It’s not like you minded Bradley fussing over you. You were just used to taking care of yourself and not relying on anyone, so old habits die hard.

You started to regret not telling him this week though when your throat started get scratchy and you were going to bed earlier than normal, at 8:30 or 9 instead of your typical 10 o’clock bedtime.

Bradley was busy with work, and tried chalking up your exhaustion to just being close to the end of the school year. But there was part of him that suspected it was something more.

Kicking your shoes off when you got home at 4:30 on Friday afternoon, you grabbed a pair of Bradley’s sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt before going to the bathroom for a hot shower.

Your head had been hurting since lunch, and you were shivering. Despite it being an 82 degree day in California with the sun shining brightly. Maybe you were actually sick, but you were sure it was nothing a shower and nap couldn’t fix. Bradley wasn’t supposed to be home until 6, so you figured that was plenty of time to get clean and a quick nap in.

Taking your time in the shower, you let the warm water run over your skin, soothing your muscles as you took a deep breath of the steamy air.

And promptly started to cough.

You were too busy coughing up a lung in the shower that you didn’t hear Bradley enter the apartment and make his way towards the bathroom. Frowning, Bradley crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

“Y/N? You okay?”

Jumping at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, you tried to catch your breath, calling back a quick “yeah, I’m fine.” You hoped that would be enough to satisfy Bradley’s concern until you got out.

Finishing showering in ten minutes, you turned off the water before reaching around the curtain for your towel where it usually hung on the bar next to the shower. But it wasn’t there.

Pulling back the curtain, you blinked in confusion before noticing Bradley near the sink, holding open a towel for you. A tired smiled graced your lips before you stepped out of the shower and into your boyfriends arms as he wrapped the towel around your rapidly cooling body. The very soft and warm towel.

You let your eyelids drift shut, your exhaustion from the last week finally taking over you as Bradley held you close, gently squeezing you in the hug before he dropped a kiss to your wet hair.

“What’s going on beautiful? You’ve been going to bed early all week, and your voice has sounded scratchy all week. Is something going around at work?” Bradley asked, rubbing his hand firmly over your back as he held you close to his chest, not caring if his shirt got wet since he was going to change soon anyways.

“Yeah, but I’m not sick.”

He could see straight through your lie. So, instead of just letting you continue with it, Bradley decided to call you out on it. Tilting your chin up so you were eye to eye, he leveled you with an intense look.

“That’s bullshit and you and I both know it. You’ve been going to bed early, and you sound like shit. We’ve been together for over a year and we live together. Let. Me. In,” he said, reaching up to brush a tear from your cheek that you didn’t realize had fallen.

“You don’t have to do everything yourself. I know you’re used to it, but I want to take care of you. I know your last boyfriend complained whenever you asked him to give you the slightest bit of affection and that’s why you’re hyper independent. But you don’t have to be like that with me. Just let your guard down, even if its just for tonight,” Bradley said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his words finally shattering the glass wall you had carefully and meticulously built over the last few years.

You were scared, because letting someone in to care about you also left you open to get hurt. Logically, you knew Bradley wouldn’t break your heart, but there was still that sliver of fear in the back of your mind that you knew wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Letting your tears finally fall down your cheeks, you sniffled miserably against your boyfriend’s chest.

“I might have caught something at work. I didn’t want to bother you though, it’s probably just a cold. Nothing for you to worry about,” you said between sniffles before shivering closer to Bradley.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s just a cold or not, I still want you to tell me if you don’t feel well. Let’s get you dressed though and onto the couch. Then, I’ll grab you a blanket and make you some chamomile tea. Sound good?” Bradley asked as he rubbed your back before pulling back to finish drying you off with the towel. Having you step into the sweatpants and hoodie, he then patted your hair dry with the towel before grabbing your brush to detangle your hair.

Once your hair was brushed, you turned to kiss Bradley’s cheek before shuffling off to the couch, curling up on your right side with an exhausted yawn, smiling as a blanket was placed over you.

Moving to get a quick shower himself, Bradley made quick work of it before emerging in a t-shirt and sweatpants, then making his way into the kitchen to make some tea. He heated up the water in the electric kettle you insisted on using for it, even though he didn’t think it made any difference than just microwaving a mug of water.

Despite his own thoughts on it, he knew you would appreciate the extra sentiment of the kettle. Peeking his head out to check on you, he smiled when he saw you finally asleep on the couch, one arm tucked underneath your head as you snored softly.

Bradley turned the kettle off for the time being, deciding to let you get the sleep you so clearly needed. Leaving the empty mugs on the counter, he moved to gently pick your upper body up before sitting on the couch and placing your head in his lap before re-tucking the blanket around you to keep you warm as you napped.

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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Spring sucks

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: You have allergies and Wanda and nat look after you.

TW: nosebleed, allergies,

A/n I may be projecting just a little bit (or a lot).

Baby animals? Whatever. Flowers? No. Spring? Awful. Why? Because: allergies.

It had taken three days to figure it out. Nat noticed. Wanda noticed. Even Tony noticed. You couldn’t stop rubbing your eyes. Wanda had taken your hands from your eyes more times than you could count. But the itching hadn’t stopped. Around day three you realised. It was spring. Spring meant flowers. Flowers me at pollen. Pollen meant allergies. Stupid stupid allergies. It wasn’t ever more than itchy eyes and an irritated nose. But nothing stopped the itch.

The meeting was going well but you were fighting with yourself to not rub your eyes. A sneeze was building, and your nose itched. It was just a debrief after a mission, but you were trying to pay attention. Eventually you caved and tried to as subtly as possible lift your hand to your eyes. It felt amazing. With a finger you massaged the area near your tear duct rubbing it hastily. You missed the glare Nat shot you. You missed her tap Wanda’s leg and point her pen at you. You suppressed a whine when you felt Wanda’s cool hands take your own away from your eyes. She held them under the table and shot you a disappointed look. Soothingly she ran her thumb over your knuckles as she held your hands in her lap. After a moment she turned back to listening to Steve. You did your best to pay attention. But your eyes still itched and your nose twitches as you suppressed a string of sneezes. Wanda caught on and decided enough was enough.

“Steve?”

“Yes Wanda?”

“Do y/n and I have to stay for this?”

“Um. No?” Steve looked confused.

“Ok then we’re going to go. I’ll get the notes from Nat later.” Wanda said nodding at them and standing up with your hands still in hers she dragged you out of the room. Nat gave a mock salute as she passed, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

Once in the lift Wanda looked into your eyes.

“Y/n/n sweetheart what have I told you about rubbing?” She said chastising lightly.

“Not to.” You moped dejectedly. Finally, you sneezed violently before straightening and rubbing your nose Wanda grabbed your hands again.

“Bless you love.” Wanda said and you sniffled with tears in your eyes as the allergies seemed to almost get worse. “Aw honey I know it sucks.” She said and let go of your hands shooting you a look when you lifted them towards your face. Slowly you lowered them to your sides again where you began fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Go lie down in my room I already have a dehumidifier going and the windows shut for you sweets.”

“Thanks wands.” You said and set off while she went towards the kitchen.

“No rubbing!” She called after you.

Entering her room, you laid on the bed and draped an arm over your itching eyes. A moment later the door opened, and you felt your arm being removed from your face. You whined and Wanda shushed you. A moment later you couldn’t stop the small moan as she placed a cold compress over your eyes. Wanda chuckled.

“I thought we would try the compress because you don’t like eye drops my love.” She said and you muttered a thank you.

“Always my sweet. I’m just sorry that 3/4 seasons hate you.”

“Survival of the fittest should have taken me out years ago.” You joked and Wanda lightly hit your arm.

“Don’t joke I need you.” Wanda said stifling a laugh.

“I need for winter to not make my asthma try and kill me. I got heatstroke this year in summer. And spring makes me want to remove my own eyes with a spoon.” You sigh.

“Aw honey I know. But I’m here and at least autumn doesn’t try to kill you.”

“Yay” you said monotonously “one out of four. Lucky me.” Your sarcasm dripped from every word.

“How does it feel now?” Wanda asked rubbing your arm.

“Better but still itchy.” You sighed.

“Ok love shuffle over and we can cuddle.” Wanda said nudging your side. You wiggled for a moment and felt Wanda slide in next to you. You buried yourself in her side and she ran a hand over your back.

“My sweet girl. It’s ok. I’m here.” She said as you fell asleep.

When you woke up next the cloth had fallen off your eyes which still itched but not as badly. Wanda was laid next to you quietly talking to Natasha who laid with her arm around you. You smiled at your girlfriends and sniffled.

“Aww sweets do you need a tissue love?” Nat asked.

“i don’t think it’ll do much.” You sighed miserably. Nat ignored you and took a tissue from the box on the bedside pressing it to your nose.

“Blow.” she instructed still holding the tissue.

“No natty gross.” You said. “Im not three.”

“Baby shes just trying to help.” Wanda said but she was cut off when you sneezed into the tissue Nat was still holding to your face. Your cheeks flushed at the realisation of what you had just done.

“No baby none of that.” Nat said reading your face. She threw away the tissue and pulled you into her chest for a hug. With your front pressed into hers you felt Wanda wrap around you from behind.

“We love you sweetheart even if spring doesn’t.” Nat said and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. you sighed and buried your face in her chest. After a moment you felt another sneeze building and you tried to pull away from Nat, but she held you tight. Wanda sensing your distress pulled you from Nat’s arms and pressed a tissue to your face as Nat had before as you sneezed again.

“Shit sorry wands.” you said embarrassed.

“No problem baby its better than sneezing on Natty.” She grinned and Natasha shrugged unbothered and wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you back into her. Wanda threw away the tissue and came to join the hug. The quiet was only broken by the occasional sniffle and light slap as Wanda stopped you rubbing your eyes. After a moment Natasha slipped out from behind you and returned a moment later with the cloth now damp and cold again. Nat guided you back into the pillows and laid the cloth over your eyes. You sighed in relief.

“Thank you natty.” you said.

“Anytime bubs.” she said.

You couldn’t help the aggressiveness with which you rubbed your nose. Wanda scolded you lightly.

“Y/n/n I know its itchy bubs but if you keep rubbing it that hard you’ll get a nosebleed.” She said not looking up. A second later you quickly sat up bringing your hands to your face as the cloth fell off.

“Too late.” You mumbled and hurried to the bathroom as the blood began to drip into your cupped hands and down your fingers.

“Oh Y/n.” Nat said as her and Wanda walked into the bathroom where you stood over the sink letting it drip into the white porcelain.

“Lean forwards love.” Wanda said as she placed the cool cloth on the back of your neck like she was taught. Ideally, she would use an ice pack, but they didn’t have one and hopefully by the time she would have returned from the kitchen it would have already stopped. You sighed as it continued to drip down the drain. Nat rubbed your back with her hand. They knew you got nosebleeds often, but it was more of an annoyance for you than a problem. After a few minutes the bleeding stopped and you washed the blood from your hands and the sink down the drain, the pink water disappearing from sight. You wiped your face with some toilet paper so you didn’t stain a rag with blood. Wanda helped you back into bed and replaced the cloth on your eyes.

“No more rubbing Y/n/n or it will start bleeding all over again my sweet.” Nat said and the two girls curled up beside you as you drifted off.

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stardust-goddess · 7 months

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Covid Sucks

Dean Winchester x Sick! Reader

Summary: Reader has covid and Dean takes care of her.

A/N: The universe might be out to get me or looking out for me by giving me covid the day after my birthday lol. Since I’ve been stuck in bed I decided to write this up. I apologize if it isn’t as good as usual, I’m still not feeling that great. Thank you as always for the support,likes, reblogs, etc. it means so much to me. Enjoy💕

Warnings: Should be mostly fluff. Mentions of being sick and covid.

You really didn’t think anything of it at first. You had always had seasonal allergies, especially when the temperature liked to change from hot to cold and back in the span of days. When you woke up this morning with congestion and a slightly scratchy throat, you chalked it up to just that. You had been in the bunker all day, specifically in the library. You hadn’t been a hunter for as long as the boys have, so you tried your best to research when you could on all the different supernatural creatures out there.

As the day progressed, you started feeling a little worse. By dinner time, you were starting to think that maybe it was more then just allergies. In addition to your congestion and sore throat you now had a headache, body aches, and chills. Rubbing your hands up and down your arms discreetly to try and get some warmth, you knew the boys would notice soon, especially Dean. You and Dean had only been dating for a few months, but he was very attentive and good at reading you. You had always been a little sensitive anyway, having trouble masking your emotions. You were pretty much an open book, and Dean knew you very well. You hated getting sick, and you hated worrying Dean, but you knew that once he noticed there was no trying to hide it.

Eating small bites of your dinner, you are vaguely aware of the conversation the boys are having about a possible hunt. Feeling a little out of it, you don’t realize right away that Sam is trying to get your attention.

“Y/N, you ok?” Sam looks at you confused and a little concerned.

“Sorry, yea must of zoned out. What did you say?” You replied, trying to sound more cheerful. But you knew it was only a matter of time before you were caught. Dean’s eyes zeroed in on you, giving you a once over as you answered Sam’s question. You looked a little paler then usual, the skin not covered by your t-shirt and pants covered in goosebumps. Every now and then you’d give a little sniff that sounded like you were trying to clear your sinuses.

“You feeling alright baby” Dean speaks up, watching you carefully.

You tensed slightly, yup you were caught. But in your foggy headspace you still tried to cover it up.

“Yea my allergies have been bugging me today, but other then that I’m good.”

“Allergies huh?” Dean says in disbelief. He gives you a no nonsense look before leaning over placing his lips on your forehead for a minute before leaning back “Do your allergies usually give you a fever? You’re warm.” Dean said with a look of concern. Slumping in defeat you let out a small sigh that makes your breath catch and causes a cough. Quickly turning away to cough in the crook of your elbow, Deans suspicions are confirmed.

“Ok so I might be getting sick, but I’m sure it’s just a cold or something.”

Standing up Dean takes your hand and helps you stand, before guiding you to the bathroom. Sam following along behind. Dean flicks the light on and has you sit on the closed toilet seat, rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Sam leans up against the door to watch. Grabbing the thermometer Dean turns to you, gesturing for you to open your mouth. You do so and Dean gently places the thermometer under your tongue. Muffled you try to speak.

“Guys I’m sure it’s nothing, really-“

“Baby stop, don’t jostle the thermometer” Dean says, cutting you off and giving you an exasperated look. Pleading with his eyes to let him help you.

Defeated you sit quietly. You knew he was doing all of this because he cared, you just didn’t want to be a bother. Finally hearing the little beep, Dean grabs the thermometer and looks at the digital screen.

“100.5, let’s make sure it doesn’t get any higher.” Turning back to the medicine cabinet, Dean grabs the bottle of ibuprofen. Shaking two in his hand he passes them along to you, grabbing a glass of water for you as well. Crouching down in front of you Dean watches as you take the medicine. When your finished, he moves the glass on the counter for you and then places a hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles.

“What are you feeling right now baby?” Dean hated when you got sick. He was already protective of you, and you being sick increased that feeling tenfold.

Not trying to hide it any longer you reply. “I feel cold, my head and body hurts on and off, I feel congested, and just gross all around.” Raising two of your fingers to your temple when you start to feel the ache come back, you rub at it gently. A slight look of discomfort takes over your face, that doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean. Replacing your hand with his, Dean takes over rubbing before turning to look at Sam in the doorway.

“What do you think Sammy?”

“Sounds like covid to me. The store in town should still be open, I can run and get some tests to make sure.”

Groaning you slump forward pressing your forehead against Dean’s shoulder. “Covid sucks.”You whine. You hated this. Dean holds in a chuckle at your outburst. Even when you were sick you were still adorable.

“Alright, come on let’s get you into bed while we wait for Sammy.”

After getting you settled, Dean sits next to you. Grabbing your hand and running his thumb along your knuckles. Deciding to ask the question that had been on his mind.

“Y/N? Why did you try to hide this? This could’ve ended up being so much worse if left unchecked. You’re health is important and I don’t want anything to happen to you”

You looked at Dean, seeing deep concern in his eyes. “I just hate worrying you and having you take care of me like I’m a child or something. When I woke up this morning I really did think it was my allergies, but I just felt worse as the day went on. I figured I could just handle it on my own. I’m sorry if I made you mad.” You look down at your lap, embarrassed that you tried to lie.

Tilting your chin up so you’re looking back at him, Dean tucks some hair behind your ear that fell forward when you looked down.

“I’m not mad baby, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to hide things from me. I know I’m not the best at that myself, but I’m trying. You are never a bother to me and I don’t want you to have to go through things by yourself. You, your health, and your happiness are my priority. You can tell me anything and everything and I’ll always be there to help you. I love you and I’m not going to be mad or annoyed if you need me.”

You feel your eyes well up at his sweet words. He may not have always expressed it but you knew deep down he was a nurturing person. That was one of many reasons as to why you loved him. He had such a good heart.

Wrapping your arms around him you burrow your head into the crook of his neck. “I love you, Dean. You’re my priority too.” Wrapping his arms around your waist Dean pulls you into his lap, making sure your comfortable. He kisses your temple then places his chin on your head. Holding you close as you continue to wait for Sam.

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After taking a test it was confirmed, you had covid. Dean had already gotten it a few months prior, luckily before you were dating so you were safe back then. Since you were dating now and sharing a room, there was no issue with him being in bed with you and taking care of you. Sam however hadn’t gotten it previously, which meant you were confined to your bedroom. You knew you were going to be bored, but you didn’t want to risk Sam getting sick and knew that this was necessary. Dean had also made it clear that he wasn’t going leave you alone, so at least you had him to keep you company.

Waking up the next morning, you let out a little groan. You felt worse then yesterday. There didn’t seem to be any new symptoms, but you’re current ones felt more intense. Trying to get more comfortable you take note that your by yourself, Dean’s side of the bed cold. He must’ve gotten up before you. Slowly pulling yourself up you lean against the headboard. Cradling your head in your hands and rubbing your forehead to ease the intense ache. Hearing the door open you look up, Dean coming into the room with a tray in his hands. Placing the tray on your night table, Dean takes a seat at the edge of the bed on your side facing you.

“Morning baby, how are you feeling”

“Not great, honestly I feel worse then I did yesterday.”

Frowning a little Dean leans over and grabs the thermometer off the tray he brought in. Taking your temperature you wait for the beep.

“101 still not terrible but hopefully it doesn’t get any higher then that.”

Grabbing the ibuprofen next he gives you another dose to take.

“Are you hungry? I made breakfast.”

“A little bit.” You reply slightly surprised that despite all your symptoms you still had an appetite. Dean takes the tray and puts it on your lap, before standing and rounding the bed to go back to his side. You notice two plates of eggs and toast, one for you and one for him.

“Don’t force yourself to eat it all if you don’t feel up to it, but at least eat a little. Do you need me to help you?”

“I can do it, thank you though.” You reply picking up your fork and starting to eat. Satisfied that your ok, Dean grabs his plate and eats as well. You get through about half of your plate before your feeling full. Taking the tray to move it off the bed, Dean beats you to it.

“I got it, let me clean this up and I’ll be right back.”

Watching Dean leave the room you scoot down a little further into the bed. You don’t want to fully lay down due to your full stomach but don’t want to be fully upright either. Entering the room again Dean gets back in the bed pulling you closer and wrapping his arm around you so you can burrow into his side.

“Comfortable?”

You nod against his chest, relaxing into his embrace further when his hand starts rubbing up and down your back.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You nod again and Dean grabs the remote for the TV. Scrolling through the options and settling on your favorite. Dean keeps the volume a little lower then usual so it wouldn’t make your headache worse. You smile at Deans actions “Thank you Dean, I love you.” Dropping a kiss to your forehead Dean gives you a smile in return.

“I love you too baby, now rest up. I’ve got you.”

Relishing in his warmth you felt content. Yea covid sucked, but Dean would be there to make it better.

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icyhottodo · 1 year

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... you're sick | reo mikage

genre: comfort, fluff, a bit of angst ig? | paring: reo x gn reader

summary: reo finds out that you're sick.

warnings: reader is sick, reader faints once, reader tries to avoid reo but it doesn't work, a bit of unsanitary stuff lol

wc: 1.1k

nini’s notes: i know koreans celebrate anniversaries by 100 days, but im not sure about japanese. this was extremely self-indulgent bc im sick rn ( ;´ - `;) also, im sorry if this was bad, i’ll proofread it when i get better. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

allergy season. you hate it. waking up in the middle of the night feeling like you couldn’t breathe and sneezing constantly. instantly, you knew that you were going to become sick in the upcoming days. after you blew your nose into a napkin that you took, you sighed, remembering the date you and reo had planned weeks before this. along with that, you two were in a fairly new relationship, so this was your first time being sick, worried how reo would react to this.

how are you going to tell reo about this? a headache started to form quickly. slowly, but surely, you grabbed your phone to text reo that you sadly wouldn’t be able to meet up with him tomorrow.

(y/n): reo, smth came up

(y/n): i can't go on that date tmr

(y/n): sorry reo

sniffling because of your nose, you put the phone back on the bedside table. ignoring the persistent buzzing on your phone and the headache pounding even more, trying to force yourself to sleep. you felt bad for suddenly canceling the date with reo, the date planned was supposed to be cute. you two were supposed to be going to an amusement park for your 100th-day anniversary, and reo told you there would be surprises later on that day.

a few minutes later, after being unable to sleep, you could hear keys jingling along with some ruffling of plastic bags outside your door. thinking that the noise was your neighbor trying to open their home, you didn't pay any mind to it until you heard your door unlock. but you were so drowsy and dizzy that you weren’t able to do anything or even process it. you start to pull yourself up from your bed to see who it is.

"love?" was that reo’s voice? the voice, whom you thought was reo, sounded so distant, and with the white noise in your ear, you couldn’t tell it was your boyfriend. with each step you take, you become more lightheaded. the white noise was getting louder and louder. until you blacked out.

you could hear reo’s muffled, yet still panicked voice saying something along the lines of the nickname reo has given you until he said your actual full name. as he dropped some plastic bags onto the floor, shaking you, and calling your name continuously.

when you come to, you feel the comfort of your bed. you were sluggishly turning your head to the side, and you saw your purple-headed boyfriend running his hand through your scalp. next to him were the plastic bags you noticed before you blacked out. you wondered what they could be.

"love!" reo exclaimed, causing you to turn your eyes back to the man you love dearly. you can hear the relief in his tone. "you could've told me that you were feeling sick. you were burning up when i reached for you!"

"sorry reo. i didn’t want to get you sick. plus, i don’t want you to go out of your way to take care of me." you felt guilty; if reo stays here to take care of you, he might gain from your illness. and you wouldn't want reo to be in pain like you were feeling at the moment.

"well, i’m not going anywhere. i would be a bad boyfriend if i let you suffer alone." reo winked at you as he got under the covers with you. you rolled your eyes at reo’s flirtatious action. "plus, you would take care of me when i got sick, right?"

"of course, reo." you wrap your arms around your boyfriend, who feels extremely cold to you. your boyfriend’s presence makes you sleepier and sleepier until dreamland reaches you. reo’s hand is still running smoothly through your scalp.

you would wake up because of reo’s movements a few hours later. he was trying to get out of bed. your hold on reo becomes slightly tighter. "mm, i don't want to let you go, reo."

"love. last night, i got you your favorite soup because i thought you were sad about something. until you fainted. you need to eat something. let me warm it up, then i’ll be right back." he said grabbing the plastic bag you were wondering about a bit ago.

you would let him go after a few more persuasions, and he would return a few minutes later with a steaming hot bowl of your favorite soup, placing it on the bedside table. reo sits down and puts the bowl on his lap before grabbing a spoonful of the soup and placing his hand under the spoon so the liquid wouldn't drop onto the bed. "says aaa."

"you don't need to feed me, reo." you giggle, from your boyfriend. nonetheless, opening your mouth for reo to spoon-feed you, knowing that reo would deny any other way for you to eat.

after an endless amount of being fed the soup, there was finally nothing left. you felt full, but your stomach felt warm from the warm soup. he also gave you some medicine after setting the now-empty bowl away. (he ordered it while you were asleep, knowing that you wouldn't let him get out of bed.)

"thank you, reo, for taking care of me," you mumble sleepily once again, leaning onto reo’s chest like a cat. being sick makes you sleepy, reo noted.

"of course, my love. anything for you," he said lovingly, before falling asleep with you on his body. it was uncomfortable for him to be sleeping while sitting up, but he didn’t want to move you. like if you were a pet that fell asleep on him.

the next day, you woke up feeling a lot better than the day before, but still feeling a bit stuffy. but not pass-out worthy.

‘achoo.’ you heard reo sneeze from where he was sleeping.

"reo… you're sick."

#☆ BLLK #reo mikage #reo bllk #reo imagines #reo x y/n #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #mikage x reader #reo x reader #reo x you

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dilf-rights-activist · 10 months

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Another Life: part 2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gender neutral reader, Platonic Hobie Brown & reader

Summary: A sad Miguel O’Hara returns to run his company with slumped shoulders and a cloud over his head. In a somewhat lame attempt to lift his spirits, his assistant, Lyla, runs to a local cafe to get the office some drinks, where she meets a kind barista with a stained apron and tired eyes. Or, the one where you drag your exhausted corpse to your second job to meet Lyla, only to find out her boss had recently been dumped. After work, you settle into the floor of your cozy apartment with your eccentric roommate: one Hobie Brown.

Word count: 3.7k

Content: eventual sugar daddy AU, coffee shop au, no use of (y/n), the slowest of burns (we’re not even gathering fire wood yet), sfw, Hobie being cool, descriptions of financial hardship, swearing, aged up Hobie

AO3 part 1 part 3 part 4

Miguel’s office chair creaked dangerously when he leaned back and breathed out a large sigh. The conference call had been done for ten minutes now, and he was still feeling a little drowsy from his early morning. He looked out his office window just in time to see Jessica scrub a hand over her face, eyes droopy and tired looking. He watched as she stood up and stretched her lower back to release the tension that’s been building there. She sighed and rested a delicate hand on her round belly, rubbing soothing circles before sitting back down again. Miguel has been urging her to take her maternity leave early, but she refuses him every time, stating that he could never survive without her. This wasn’t entirely true but still. Miguel frowned to himself before straightening up at the knock at his door.

“Miguel?” came a high-pitched voice on the other side of the wood.

“Yes?”

The door opened slowly to reveal a young, freckled face smiling brightly at him. “Hey, Miguel! I have the reports you wanted.”

Miguel smiled at his assistant and held out his hand to receive them. “Thanks, Lyla.”

“You got it.” Lyla was a student at Columbia that works part time as Miguel’s assistant. Her cheerful demeanor easily lifted those around her. If he was being honest, he thinks Lyla goofed off a little too much, but she was the best assistant he’s had in a decade. She was quick as a whip, and helped him with everything from managing his allergies to figuring out the best energy source for his nano tech. Plus, Lyla was the only one who could handle him when he was sleep deprived and hangry (which was all the time).

The brunette fell silent as he looked down at the reports in his hands, not really paying enough attention to process any of the words he read.

“Hey, Miguel?”

He startled and looked up at Lyla, she was still here? He must have really been out of it.

“Yeah?”

Lyla’s big brown eyes peered at him pensively before sighing through her nose “You doing okay, boss?” Her glossy pink lips were pulled into a small frown. “You look…tired. Like, way more than usual.”

Miguel huffed softly and blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. “Alright, One: I am tired. And Two:” He looked at her sternly, pointing a strong finger to emphasize his point. “I am fine.” He said a little too quickly. Lyla rolled her eyes and groaned dramatically.

“C’mon, Miguel! You can tell me!” She walked up to his heavy desk and placed both hands atop its smooth surface. “What? Did the Mets lose a game?”

“The season is over-“

“A pigeon poop on your Porsche?”

“No-“

“Did Tony call you ‘Dark Garfield’ again?”

“No!”

“You get dumped?”

Miguel’s jaw shut promptly and he pursed his lips into a tight sneer. He looked at his grinning assistant, who had clearly said that as a joke. She blinked a couple times at his silence, slowly picking up her hands from his desk as she straightened a little.

“Oh shit. Really?” She said softly, almost feeling bad for bringing it up so casually. “I’m…sorry to hear that.”

The large man let out a soft laugh and waved his hand in the air. “It’s fine, Lyla. Really, it is.” he sighed, was he trying to convince Lyla or himself?

The girl looked at her sneakers and shuffled awkwardly for a second, “Is there anything I can do for you? Cancel your appointments? Get you coffee?”

Miguel visibly perked up at that. “Yeah, that would be great, actually. There’s actually a specific place I’d like you to go to…”

---

A heavy sigh left your lips as you bent forward and leaned onto the counter in front of you, limbs going unpleasantly numb from overuse. You stayed there for a couple moments, contemplating just how you let your life get to this particularly pathetic point. Peter was right, the morning rush had been bad. Exhausted students and working class New Yorkers alike came in by the truck load, shooting order after order at you and your boss with little sympathy.

You glanced down at Peter, who was currently squatting behind the counter and wolfing down a croissant like his life depended on it.

“Slow down or you’re gonna choke, stupid.”

The brunette looked at you like a man possessed. “Shut up! I haven’t eaten anything today!”

You laughed softly and flexed your fingers, wincing as they cracked and popped. “Christ, I’m tired. And it’s only,” you glanced at your watch and held back a groan. “8 am.”

Peter looked at you and wiped the crumbs off of his frowning face. “You sleep any last night?”

“Only the usual four hours.” you grimaced and put your head down again. “Some dude came in last minute to drink last night.”

“Damn.” Peter sighed from his place on the floor. “I wish I could help somehow. I’d do anything for you, y’know.”

You smiled and peeked at him through your arms. You met Peter during your second year of college. He remembered you frequenting his cafe as a freshman to fuel up on caffeine and use his Wi-Fi. He always welcomed you with ease (and not just because you were a good tipper). Eventually, he offered you a job, and you’ve been working with him ever since. You opened your mouth to say something before the bell at the door chimed through the cafe, signifying that someone walked in.

“Customers!” Peter almost shrieked, tucking more into himself on the floor. “Don’t let them see me! I’m not here!”

So much for doing anything for you!

You shot him a look before straightening up to see a girl with a large white coat and fluffy brown hair peer up at the chalkboard menu above you.

“Hey, welcome in.” you smiled and lightly kicked Peter’s side behind the counter. The quiet “Ow!” wasn’t heard by the girl in front of you as her large eyes darted from her phone to the menu at an alarming rate.

“Hi!”

After exchanging pleasantries you nodded as she relayed her lengthy order, talking at 100 words a minute.

Her hazel eyes blinked behind her heart shaped lenses. “Sorry for the large order! These are for my office.”

“It’s no problem!” You lied through your teeth. “What’s your name?”

“Lyla.”

“Lieee-Luh.” you repeated slowly you wrote her name on the empty cups before you, making sure to draw little hearts on her’s. “Got it! I’ll have these out in a little bit.” Lyla gave you a million watt smile and nodded eagerly, making his way to the end of the bar where her drinks were to be deposited. You went through the motions of drink making with ease, humming lightly to yourself to keep you focused. You looked at Peter, who has yet to move from his position on the floor. You flipped him off quickly and capped Lyla’s drinks, ignoring the over dramatic look of hurt the musician shot you.

“Thank you so much,” Lyla looked at you from across the bar and smiled.

“It’s really no problem, it’s literally my job.”

“Yeah, but still…” she chuckled to herself. “I think this’ll really help.”

That caught your attention and you looked up from the carmel drizzle you were working on. “Yeah? With what?”

A small crease appeared between Lyla’s worried brows as she smiled sadly. “My boss got dumped yesterday.” You pulled a face, Yikes, you thought, not a good season for the lovers. Your mind immediately drifted to the heart broken man that came into the restaurant last night. His entire demeanor was depressed with loneliness, even his hair seemed to droop slightly in sadness. You didn’t know the man very well, but you could tell that he was a person who would go out of his way to help someone, someone that wouldn’t hesitate to do the right thing. You hoped he was okay.

“Oh…” you started lamely, because how the fuck were you supposed to respond? “That sucks.” Lyla’s head snapped up at your abrupt reply. You blinked, realizing that you must have been more tired than you thought because what the fuck? You can’t talk to customers like that! You pressed your lips together and quickly thought of an apology. “I’m-”

“It does suck, right?” She smiled lopsidedly and let out a laugh. You breathed out a sigh, relieved that she wasn’t going to write Aunt May a strongly worded letter or trash the cafe on Yelp. You finished the rest of the drinks with ease, handing Lyla her order in two cup holders.

“Thanks a bunch!” She took his order with a grin and began to turn towards the exit.

“Ah, wait one second!” You said before sidestepping a still squatting Peter (who had somehow gotten another croissant) to quickly shove a few pastries into two paper bags. You stood there in thought for a second before grabbing a sharpie from the cash register, scribbling something on one of them.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” you said, handing Lyla the baked goods. “One of those is for you, good luck at the office!”

If you thought the girl’s smile was blinding before it really had nothing on her expression now. “Really?”

“For sure.”

Lyla’s heart shrouded eyes blinked at you for a moment, as if studying you. Her pink lips spread into a grin before turning to you fully. “What’s your name?”

You smiled back at her and gave her your name as you dusted your hands on your apron. “The other one is for your boss, tell them to take it easy, okay?”

---

Miguel stared at the city’s activity below him from his office window. People milled about on the sidewalk below, interacting with one another throughout their day. The large man took a bite out of his scone thoughtfully, admiring the subtle vanilla flavor. Lyla came in with his coffee order not too long ago, bringing a small pastry bag as a surprise. He said that a nice barista gave it to him, ordering her to tell him to “take it easy”. Miguel accepted the treats gratefully, promising Lyla that he was fine (really, he was).

Probably.

He popped the last of the scone in his mouth and moved to toss the bag in the trash before something caught his eye. Looking at the pastry bag more carefully, he could see that the barista left him a small note.

Everything’s gonna be okay. If it’s not okay, that’s okay too.

Miguel dusted his crummy mouth as he stared at the piece of paper, chuckling softly to himself. The barista also drew him a cute little bunny giving him a thumbs up in encouragement.

The brunette’s thick brows knitted as he carefully tore his little note away from the rest of the bag. Miguel placed the note in one of his desk drawers after making sure that there were no remaining crumbs sticking to it and threw the rest away (he hated ants).

“Looks like I’ve got someone looking out for me.”

---

You tapped your pencil against the page in front of you in annoyance and took a large sip of your tea. You started doing your homework over an hour ago and barely made any progress due to its difficulty. You huffed, recalling just how little you paid attention in class due to always falling asleep.

You stared at the equations in front of you, and they glared back just as intensely. You looked up from your staring contest to glance at your roommate, Hobie, who was humming quietly to himself as he created the setlist for his next show. You met Hobie when you first moved to the city for school. He was born in Camden Town, London, and was literally the coolest person you have ever met. He came to New York to work on his music and study fashion. His time was split between that, antagonizing fascists, being a part-time runway model, and working at the bar with you. You saw him sneaking shots for both himself and some of his regulars, but never told a soul. You knew Hobie hated working there, hated being a cog in the system, but he had bills to pay (you both did). The two of you shared a cozy space nestled in the center of New York City’s ChinaTown, right below the smog covered stars, and right above Timmy Chan’s Hong Kong Style Dim Sum (a favorite lunch time spot you frequented together).

“Hey, Hobie. Could you help me a little?”

He looked up from his notes, pen cap stuck in between his lips and grinned.

”Yeah, sure. What is it?”

You smiled gratefully, picking up the page and walking over to him. You crossed your legs and sat on the floor at his side as his eyes skimmed the page, nodding as he read along.

“You daft?” Hobie elbowed your side gently. “Integral calculus? This is bright and breezy.”

You looked up at his big brown eyes and pouted. “I’ve been falling asleep in class.” you said with a huff. Hobie’s pierced brows creased with concern at this, shuffling slightly to wrap an arm around you.

“Again?”

“Again.” you sighed. You looked to the ground, idly picking at the fraying carpet you two sat on. You knew Hobie worried about you and how hard you’ve been pushing yourself. He could see how the stress from work and school were affecting your health and it was beginning to concern him.

“Y’right?”

You looked up at him wryly, bringing a hand up to flick his shoulder lightly.

“I’m alright.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Hobie squinted at you before turning back to the page in his hands, deciding to drop the subject for now. “Whatever. You’d tell me otherwise, yeah?”

You leaned on his shoulder and nuzzled his bicep playfully, yawning obnoxiously before saying, “Of course.”

He gazed upon your drooping form, pursing his lips. “You said you only hit the sack for, what? Four hours?”

“Just about, yeah.”

Hobie huffed and straightened out the piece of paper in his hands. “Right, some dick walked in right before closing and demanded to be served.”

“He wasn’t a dick he was just…” you adjusted yourself on his shoulder. “Sad.”

“A sad dick?”

“No!” you smacked him lightly and you could feel yourself shake with the rumble of Hobie’s chest as he chuckled warmly. You thought about the man that came into your life the other night, it amazed you how someone so large managed to look so small.

“He just got dumped.”

“Bliiiiimey.” He pulled a face.

“That’s what I said!”

“Oh, really?”

“Well, not that exactly!” You huffed out a sigh. “He looked like a kicked puppy. Which is hilarious, because the man is like a building with feet.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! His arms are like tree trunks! I think he could kill me with a flick of his wrist.” You shook Hobie’s lean arm lightly to illustrate your point. “He just looked so...hurt. And he just, like, accepted it, y’know? Like he’s been hurt like this before.” you blinked and lowered your eyes, hugging Hobie’s arm a little tighter. “I hope he’s okay.”

Dark eyes shifted from the paper and onto the top of your head, Hobie huffed out a small laugh. “Aw, you fancy him.”

You pulled back from your friend’s arm sharply and gaped up at him. “I do not!” Fancy him? You only just met the guy and knew nothing about him. Fancy him!

Hobie threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter. “You do!”

“I don’t, I just-“ you huffed out a breath and paused to collect your thoughts. “I dunno, there was just something…about him, y’know? He seemed like someone who had a lot to offer the world, to offer someone. He looked like he had given up. Seeing him crushed like that just doesn’t sit right with me.”

He side eyed you skeptically and let out a sigh through his nose. You were always pushing yourself so hard, always putting others first (often at a detriment to yourself). Between the two (sometimes three) jobs and school, he had no idea how you were functioning. Hobie grimaced, thinking about the multiple occasions where you were so overwhelmed you sat on the floor eating (his) instant noodles while crying, too stressed to even tell him what was wrong. Other times, he’d go days without seeing you as you’d lock yourself in your apartment to focus on schoolwork, scaring him half to death with your lack of response. He physically kicked in the door of your room only to find you half dead and twitchy in your hyper-focused state. He never wanted to see you like that again.

“Yeah, well” he shrugged and you whined as the movement jostled you on his bicep. “Just don’t bugger off with your fit bev and leave me with your rent.” You laughed softly and pressed your cheek into his arm, smiling against it.

“I could never, Hobie.”

You assumed he accepted your response, as he nodded and turned his attention back to your math homework.”Right, the integral of 2xd is x squared, yeah? You plug that in here at the top and subtract the bottom.”

You breathed deeply and closed your eyes, already feeling yourself start to doze off again. You knew you should be paying attention, but you were too content with snuggling up to Hobie’s arm for some (not so) well deserved sleep.

“Thirteen squared is 169, minus ten squared is…Oi. Oi, you listenin’? Do your homework!” he jostled you gently.

“Yeah...of course…” you mumbled quietly.

Hobie looked down at you with a frown, already knowing that any attempt he made at waking you would be in vain. He sighed as he picked up his pen from its abandoned spot on the floor, deciding to finish your homework for you.

“Hopefully I can mimic your rubbish handwriting.” he sighed.

“Y’can’t do math homework in pen,” you mumbled.

“I don’t believe in conformity.” He sniffed before twirling the pen in his fingers. He tenaciously began to scribble perfect arithmetic on your page, stopping only to smile when you let out a sleepy “thanks” against his arm.

“Anytime, love.”

---

The long days turned into longer weeks as time went by. Miguel went through the motions of his position of CEO with relative ease, meticulously leading his company to further success.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

Large shoulders sagged as Miguel sighed into the palms of his hands before peeking through his fingers to blearily peer at the clock in his desktop monitor.

8:43 pm

Jesus Christ, was it already that late? The brunette looked up through his office windows to find that yes, it really was that late, as the building’s lights had shut off and everyone had long gone home. Miguel has since changed into more comfortable clothing to ease him into his work night. The soft material of his oversized gray hoodie combined with the relaxed fit of his favorite pair of loose joggers were the perfect combination for his frequent occasional over night stays in the office. The man let out a yawn as he stretched his arms high above his head before rising from his chair, ready to call it a day. Grabbing his coat and phone, Miguel left the building, letting the automatic doors lock behind him with a soft click.

The brunette inhaled the Autumn air with a light hum before beginning his commute back to his apartment, occasionally picking up litter as he went because why not. He listened to the sounds of the bustling city; the distant sirens, the blaring music from strangers’ headphones as they walked past, the clinking of ceramic in cozy cafes.

Oh. Miguel slowed his stride to a stop in front of a small coffee shop lit warmly within, the same shop he sent Lyla on a coffee run to. Turning fully to face the entrance, the brunette spotted the same nice looking man he saw the first time he laid eyes on the shop. Miguel checked his watch to glance at the time before walking through the wooden door that led to the sweet smelling cafe.

Notes: I deadass spent over an hour learning about the English Cockney accent and have two (2) tabs open with English to Cockney translators. If anyone has any suggestions on how I can make Hobie sound more in character PLEASE let me know. Part of me wants to really lean into the rhyming slang, but I’m afraid no one will be able to understand him (but that’s, like, part of his character right?), he’s in his early twenties here.

The answer to the equation Hobie was solving is 69 lol

#miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fic #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x you #across the spiderverse fanfiction #sugar daddy au #coffee shop au #bar/pub au #platonic Hobie brown #i hate tagging these like its humiliating lmao #writing

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Let’s fuck! -n.Jaemin

Pairing: high school lover! Jaemin x fem reader

Warnings: smut, Jaemin taking lovers virginity, fem receiving, language, Jaemin being a passionate lover, soft sex, moaning, mentions of cum, got your toes clenching, overall a soft smut ;)

Word count: 6.8k

Summary: When one of the school’s jock became your friend and also became your first.

A/N: I know the request is for Jaemin taking away his gf’s virginity, but this scenario is *chefs kiss*.

“Y/n! Pass the ball!” You look up from the clipboard, seeing the soccer ball roll up slowly in front of you.

Jaemin waving his hand across the field, waiting for you to kick it back to him. You set the clipboard down and kick it to Jaemin confidently.

The ball ended up going the opposite of where you’re trying to kick it. Jaemin watches the ball rolling further away from him. He put his hands up.

“Sorry! It’s the grass, it’s too long” you lied. The grass was freshly cut. You heard Jaemin laugh as he ran to go get it.

You became a coaching assistant for your final year of high school. It’s mainly to get the hours to graduate. Luckily, your parents know the coach so he gave you the full hours you needed but you still have to help out for the rest of the season.

The worst thing about being a coaching assistant is the amount of work you have to put in. You are babysitting grown-ass men. With you being the only female around, they would tease you around or joke around with you.

And it’s in the spring season. Your allergies spike during this season. Especially when they cut the grass. Your nose would be runny and sneezing nonstop.

“Alright! Water break!” The coach yelled as all of them run up to you to grab water bottles. You handing them out as they thank you.

“Where are you kicking it to?” Jaemin asks after taking a sip of water. You shrug, “whoever was open.”

“Right, you were passing on to the ghost that was waving at you to pass it to him” Jaemin nodded. You suck your teeth and try hitting him but he moves back. He loves teasing you.

As matter of fact, he’s the only one that teases you. Not sure why but his teasing can be either cute or annoying. Jaemin is a nice person. Loved by many but only cares about himself.

He rejects so many girls in school, pretty and popular ones too. For all you know, he’s always been single his whole high school life. He’s not the type to care about his popularity. He just wants to live his young days.

Once practice is over, it was your job to put all of the pieces of equipment away. It’s a hassle. From the gym to the shed, it’s far. There’s a lot of equipment being used too.

“Need help?” Jaemin ran up to you as you struggled to carry two bags of 10 soccer balls.

He didn’t have to ask twice, you handed him a bag of balls. “You know I like you right?” He begins. You slowed down from walking, he took you by surprise but you know he’s just flirting with you.

“You’re quiet but fun” He smiles to himself.

“How would you know I’m fun? We don’t even talk outside of practice” You said, irritatedly. All you want to do is do your job and go home. It’s hot, it’s humid, you’ve been out in the sun for 2 hours. Jaemin is not making it any better.

You unlock the shed and drop the bag of balls in the corner. Jaemin drops it beside the other bag. “You’re innocent, you’re good in bed” A smirk plastered on his face. You look at him disgustingly.

You scoff and push him to the side. Now, he’s making you angry. “Hey! Are you mad?!” He asks, trying to catch up with you.

You stop in your tracks and turn around. You storm up in front of him, “isn’t it obvious?! What kind of person just walks up to a girl and says that?!” You raised your voice at him.

Jaemin didn’t say anything. He was taken back by your sudden reaction. You rolled your eyes and storm back to pick up more of the equipment.

“I don’t mean any disrespect” he defends himself. “Well, you should have been careful before you open your mouth” You storm back to the shed, while Jaemin helps you carry other equipment.

“If anything, it was a joke” He laughs. You stop dead in your tracks. You turn your heels around.

“I think you should go,” you demand. Jaemin realized how angry his words made you feel. Just as he opened his mouth, you quickly said “NOW! I don’t want to speak to you again!” You yelled louder.

Jaemin closes his mouth, drops the equipment, and walks back to pick up his bags before leaving you alone. You groan in frustration before finishing your duties.

In school, you’re always hanging out with two people. Renjun and his girlfriend. You and Renjun are childhood friends. You’ve known him for so long. He and his girlfriend have been dating since middle school, they’re a cute couple.

“I mean, who would say that? Even if it was a joke!” She crosses her arm after you told her what happened yesterday.

“Did he touch you?” Renjun asks. You shake your head no. “I made him leave, his presence was getting me mad. Anything coming out of his mouth is bad” you all sat down in the cafeteria.

Renjun and his girlfriend shake their heads. “Babe, we have to start going to their practices. We have to watch y/n from a distance in case he does something” She said. Taehyun agreed.

“You guys don’t have to” you laugh. “Ren, your dad is the coach. I’m sure everyone is afraid of him” you laugh, opening your lunchbox.

“That’s true, we’ll still going to be on the side. My dad's attention span isn’t really good” he pouts. You had to agree.

“Yay! We’ll see you after school! We’ll bring snacks!” She giggled as she lean her head on Renjun’s arm and hug it.

“Hey! Y/n!” You recognize that voice. You quickly put your lunchbox away in your locker. Just as you close the door, Jaemin blocks your way.

You groan, “I have to get to Chemistry” the bell for 7 periods rang. You hate being late.

“It’ll be quick” he reassures you. You cross your arms and wait for him.

“Oh you’re waiting” he realizes. You rolled your eyes. “I-I want to say sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you” He begins. You nodded, telling him to go on.

“That sexual remark was out of pocket, I was just trying to find out if the rumors were true” He scratched the back of his head.

“What rumor?” You ask, curiously. Jaemin coughed before looking around uncomfortably.

He lean in towards you, “You know, people are saying you’re a virgin” he whispered. You back up a little bit. Who would spread something like that?

“Who started this rumor?!” You raised your voice, earning looks from people passing. Jaemin shushes you before walking you to the side of the hallway.

“You haven’t heard of it?” He asks, in shock. You gave him a poker face. “Right obviously” he chuckles nervously.

He leans to you again, “Soobin from class 2.” He leans away to look at your reaction.

You scoff, “that cunt” you mutter under your breath. Soobin was your ex, whom you dated back in your freshman year. The biggest regret of your high school years.

You and he were friends, he was part of your friend group. You both started dating last year of middle school. When high school came around, he became different. Once he hit puberty, girls would approach him because of how hot he was.

He became popular and it got to his head. He became hormonal and wants to have sex with you. He wants to lose his virginity with you but you refuse. You weren’t ready but he didn’t get that.

So you broke up with him, and he begin dating his now girlfriend. He must’ve hated you for breaking up with him so he didn’t do the petty thing and spread those rumors.

“So what if I’m 18 and still haven’t lost it?!” You hissed. It’s been 3 years, he should’ve moved on but he waited until senior year to ruin your life.

“Are you a virgin?” Jaemin implying. You glare at him. He put his hands up in defense. “Yes I am and I don’t care. I’m ready to get my diploma and get the hell out of here” You walk past him.

Jaemin jogged beside you, “you just going to let them talk behind your back like that?” He asks. You nodded.

“People just want something to gossip about, they’re going to talk either way” you shrug. Jaemin agreed.

He grabs your wrist, stopping you from walking. “If you need help losing it, I can help you” Jaemin smirked. You scoff and slap his hand away.

“I don’t even like you!” You hiss. Jaemin holds his chest, pretending to be hurt.

“We can pretend” Jaemin walked up closer to you, tugging the strand of hair behind your ear. You slap his hand away.

“Love can’t be a pretend. You either love them or you don’t” you continue to walk.

“Think about it! I’m offering you my body” Jaemin walked backward. You rolled your eyes.

“Your STD-infected body” you scoff, pushing him to the side.

“Hey! That hurt! I don’t fuck every girl that catches my eyes!” He defends himself. You kept walking to your class.

Jaemin stands in front of you, stopping you from going inside the classroom. “Seriously, think about it. We can make Soobin jealous!” He smirks.

“I couldn’t care less about him” you push him aside.

“HEY! You two should be in class!” The hall monitor yelled at both of you.

“Think!” Jaemin said one last time with a wink before running away. You quickly ran inside the classroom.

During practice, Renjun and his girlfriend kept their words and sat on the bleachers watching you from there.

“Did you think about it?” Jaemin doing his drills as you try to do your work. You ignore him.

“Go” you press the stopwatch as the next player does the drill.

“It’ll be beneficial for both of us!” Jaemin said, out of breath. “You will not be known as the virgin girl anymore and I’ll be the knight of shining armor!” He smiles at that scenario.

“Right, so people will know I’m a whore for sleeping with the school’s jock and I’ll get even more hate” you remind him. Jaemin pursed his lips.

“Well, that won’t work” He rests his hands on his hips. “Let’s just fuck!” He said it a little too loud.

The whole group you are training with a look at you both. Stopping midway through their drill. You let out a nervous laugh, “Jaemin is having a heat stroke, unfortunately, Jaemin why don’t you go get water” you grab his shirt and push him to the side.

“If you don’t shut your mouth, I will not put you on the roster on the first game” you warn him. Jaemin narrows his eyes at you and crosses his arms.

“You wouldn’t dare,” He said. You showed him your clipboard. “Try me, coach will follow everything I put on the clipboard.”

“You’re bluffing” he scoffs. “Coach! Sam can’t do his drill very well, he will be sub” you yelled loud enough for the coach to hear.

“Alright! Sam! You’re a sub!” He yelled at Sam. Sam groan frustratedly.

Jaemin relaxes his arms, and a smirk forms on your lips. “Still think I’m bluffing?” You ask him. He didn’t say anything.

“Coach-“ Jaemin quickly went up to you and cover your mouth. “Fine, fine, fine!” He whispered.

“That jerk is trying to kill y/n!” Renjun’s girlfriend gasped. Renjun quickly drops his food and starts running down the bleachers, his girlfriend following behind.

“Coach! Coach! Jaemin is fooling around!” Renjun yelled loudly. Jaemin turn to look at the voice, you take this chance to push him off of you.

“Jaemin! What are you doing! Our first game is around the corner. Y/n isn’t your babysitter, leave her alone!” Coach yelled as he hollows his whistle.

Jaemin apologize before looking at who called him out. “Renjun! Why are you still here? Your mom is waiting for you at home!” Coach yelled at Renjun.

Renjun grabs his girlfriend and quickly walks away. You laugh quietly before continuing to practice the drill.

Just as you thought things are starting to get quiet, Jaemin came up to you with a problem.

“We have a problem,” He said, his eyes pleading for your help. You glared at him, “what is it?” You ask annoyingly.

“Long story, short, I accidentally told Soobin I’m your boyfriend,” He said quickly, and your eyes widen. “What did you do! You’re not!” You hit his shoulder.

“And he’s coming here right now” his eyes were staring at someone coming up to you.

“Y/n, is it true that you’re dating Jaemin?” Soobin asks. You glare at him before turning around.

“Why would it matter to you?” You cross your arms. He chuckles, “even if we’re not friends anymore that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. Jaemin is not a good guy” Soobin glared at Jaemin who was standing behind you.

You felt Jaemin tense and try to walk in front of you but to hold him back. You let out a dry laugh, “I thought you were a good person but you weren’t” you smirk. Jaemin also smirks behind you.

Soobin closes his mouth, he didn’t what to say. As he shouldn’t, “well from the way you’re lost for words, I’ll get going. Let’s go babe” you entwine your fingers with Jaemin’s and walk away from Soobin.

As soon as you get around the corner, you let out a breath of air. That was crazy. “You were amazing y/n!” Jaemin cheered for you. You blush.

“The jerk deserves that” you scoff. You look at your hand in Jaemin, you quickly let it go before wiping your sweaty palms on your sweater.

“So you confirmed it, you’re my girlfriend” Jaemin states, “fake” he whispered in the last part.

“I suppose I am” you sigh. You hit his shoulder one more time. “Ow! What was that?!” He runs the spot you hit.

“For planning shit without telling me ahead!” You hiss. Jaemin groaned, “he was talking mad shit in front of my friends. I couldn’t let your name be tainted like that!” he defend.

You almost smiled at what he said. You thought Jaemin was a mean person or self-absorbed but he cleared that out.

“Thanks” you whispered, too shy to say it loudly. “What was that?” Jaemin leans in closer to you. You chuckle and push him away.

“I said thanks, for defending me” you look away. Jaemin smile. “That was hard for you wasn’t it?” He smirks.

You nodded.

“Hello, sexy” Jaemin purred as he sat beside you in the cafeteria. You look around to see who he was talking to. “I’m talking to you, idiot” Jaemin rolls his eyes.

Renjun stands up, his chair ended up falling backward. “Who are you calling idiot, idiot?!” He asks while pointing his index finger at Jaemin.

Jaemin exchanged a look at you and then at Renjun, “who are you?” He asks. Renjun scoffed, he flip a piece of his hair away from his forehead dramatically, “I’m her best friend, who are you?” Renjun asks.

“I’m her boyfriend,” Jaemin said as a matter of factly. Renjun and his girlfriend begin laughing.

Jaemin look at you confusingly, “they know it’s all fake” you said nonchalantly. Jaemin nodded.

“You can never be y/n boyfriend, be honest, you only doing this to get in her pants aren’t you?” Renjun smirk. Jaemin shakes his head no.

“Don’t give us bullshit, you found out she’s a virgin, you want her to lose it to you” Renjun's girlfriend explains. Jaemin shakes his head no again.

“You’re all wrong. I insisted on her being my girlfriend because I accidentally told her ex that she was mine” he explains to them. They turn to look at you while you eat your food quietly.

“Oh right, you want to show her you’re a good person and eventually get in her pants. We know your plan now!” Renjun confirm, that his girlfriend agreed with him.

You groan, “can you three shut up?! God, all I want is to eat quietly and talk about something else besides my virginity! Shit!” You snapped. The three of them purse their lips shut.

“Hey! Y/n” one of the guys overheard you talk and try to talk to you. You gave him a disgusted look as Jaemin scooted closer to you and put his arm around your shoulder.

“Walk away,” Jaemin said quietly. The guy quickly walks away after knowing not to mess with Jaemin. You continue eating, while Jaemin just sits beside you while you eat.

You felt like his gaze is coming off too strong to you, you turn your head to look at him. He was practically drooling watching your food.

“Do you want some?” You offered, handing him your fork. A smile widened on his face, “thank you!” He snatches the fork out of your hand and takes the first bite of your pasta.

“Hmm,” he melts, closing his eyes as he takes the first bite. “This is so good! Did you make it?” He asks.

You nodded. “Y/n is a good cook. Everything she makes is incredible. She cooks my lunch every day during middle school” Renjun explains to Jaemin, who almost devoured your food.

“Do you not bring lunch?” Renjun’s girlfriend asks Jaemin, looking at him in disgust as he shoves the food in his mouth.

“No, I don’t like to eat during lunch. And then, I’ll throw up during practice” Jaemin covers his mouth as he speaks.

All of you shake your heads at him, “that’s terrible. You need energy, you big loaf” Renjun rolls his eyes.

You took out a granola bar from your lunchbox, Renjun gave him another water bottle that he usually kept and his girlfriend gave him an orange.

Jaemin look at all the stuff you three gave him, he couldn’t believe his eyes. No one has given him stuff before, he mainly rejects them.

“Renjun and y/n don’t like it when people skip lunch, I used to do it but they always ended up making me eat with them” Renjun’s girlfriend explains.

Jaemin nodded, “if you want to be my boyfriend, you have to eat with us during lunch, no excuses!” You told him, wiping the white pasta sauce on his lip.

Jaemin’s heart skip a beat. He nods his head to show his understanding.

Jaemin started to hang out with you during lunchtime. He was starting to find a place in your friend group, and eventually became part of your group.

You would prepare an extra container of what you’re eating for lunch for him. Renjun and his girlfriend would bring snacks for him too.

“Oh!” Jaemin almost forgot, he pull something out of his pocket and hand it to you.

“It’s a keychain, I made it during mechanic class,” he said, casually. You look down at the keychain, what was attached to it was an uneven heart shape.

“It was really hard to get through the corners” he explains. You were in awe. It was your friend's gift from him.

It made your heart race just by how thoughtful he was to think of you. “Thank you” you smile, quickly attaching it to your keychain.

“I just wanted to say thank you for the food you’ve given me” his brown orbs stare down at you. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes, with no words exchanged.

Renjun cleared his throat, “sorry, what about our gifts? We give you food too” Renjun demand. Jaemin laughed nervously, “you guys want a heart too?” He asks.

Both of them nodded, “well duh!” Renjun said flatly. Jaemin nodded, “fine, I’ll have it by the next class.”

You were resting in your room, listening to your record player while reading a cookbook. You’re trying to find an idea of what to cook next family dinner.

Sadly, your parents went out to celebrate their anniversary so you’re home alone. But you’re at peace. That peace suddenly gets interrupted by rocks hitting your window.

You thought it was just the tree branch until you realize there’s no wind. You head to the door, seeing Jaemin on your lawn, trying to get your attention.

“Y/n!” He waves his hands at you. A smile escapes your lips, you open the window and stick your head out.

“How do you know where I live?” You ask, curiously. Jaemin shrugged, “I didn’t break through the guidance office” he joked.

“Come in!” You smile as you ran downstairs to unlock your door. You lead him to your room putting your cookbooks away.

“You know this is not a good idea bringing me to your room” he shakes his head as he looks around your room.

“As long as you keep your distance from me, nothing will happen” you sat down on your bed as Jaemin take a sit on the chair across your room.

“Where are your parents?” He asks curiously.

“They went out to celebrate their anniversary” you explain. Jaemin nodded, head looking around your room.

“I’m curious, have you done it before?” You ask, talking about sex. Jaemin smirks and leans his back on the chair.

“Yeah, with my previous girlfriend,” he says. You nodded, you want to know more about his dating history. He seems too confident when he’s only done it to one person.

“I lost it to her” he nodded. “She was my first of everything.”

You notice his facial expression changes as he talks about his ex. “W-what happened?” You ask.

Jaemin chuckles, “honestly, she cheated on me. We had a huge fight one day and we decided to take a break. While I was thinking about what went wrong, she find herself a man to fuck” He smile. You know he was hurting. You can feel it too.

“I eventually found out and forgave her. I know, I was stupid but she didn’t want to give our relationship another try. So she broke up with me” He nodded. You shift uncomfortably in your bed.

“We were together for 3 years” he let out another dry laugh. “What a bitch” You scoff.

Jaemin agreed. “While you were thinking about how to save your relationship, she was busy getting dicked down” you shake your head.

“I know!” Jaemin sigh. “This is why I choose to be alone. I didn’t want to be in the same situation again and go through all the dramas again” he shrug.

“You made the right call” you laugh. Jaemin nodded.

The both of you continue talking until your parents came home. Jaemin had to leave through your window, mainly didn’t want your parents to know you have a guy in your room.

The first soccer game of the season came sooner than you expected. A lot of students from the school came to see the soccer team. Renjun and his girlfriend came to support you but also wanted to see the game.

Your school won the first game, the final score ended up being 2-1. Jaemin assisted those two goals. The whole school went crazy. It was a tough game but you believe in your boys and they pulled through.

“Hey!” Jaemin ran up to you helping you out by putting things away. “There’s going to be a party at Tito’s today! We should go!” Jaemin asks, getting excited to make you come with him.

You thought about it, contemplating. “Please! I want to celebrate with you!” Jaemin beg. The fact that he brought you up convinced you.

“Fine!” You rolled your eyes. Jaemin cheered and pick you up, shaking your body around. “Put me down!” You laugh.

“Sorry” he apologized before cheering again.

You both arrive at the restaurant where the party was happening. The whole soccer team and half the school showed up. It was a gathering instead of a party, honestly.

You were getting looks from girls as you walk hand in hand with Jaemin. “Renjun’s right there!” Jaemin tugs you along with him.

Thankfully, he already ordered pizzas. So all of you drove your faces with pizzas. While you all were making small talks and having a good time, Soobin came up to your table with his girlfriend.

“Congrats Jaemin, saw you play” Soobin complimented Jaemin. Jaemin nod.

“Is this them?” You heard his girlfriend whisper, loudly, into Soobin’s ear. He nodded.

“The fake couple” she crosses her arms together. “What a joke” she scoffs.

All of you were about to stand up but Jaemin mention you all to sit down. “Nobody’s in a real relationship anymore. It’s just hit and leave” Jaemin says.

“Well, my Soobin and I are very much in a real relationship. You both should take notes” he pointed at the both of you.

You and Jaemin started laughing, “who?” You ask, looking around. Soobin’s girlfriend trying to see what you’re looking for.

“Who what?” She asks.

“Asked” you finished. Jaemin laughs hysterically and gives you a high five.

She rolls her head. “A virgin can make jokes now” she laughs at what she just said. You all look at each other at her lame joke.

“Yeah, guys, there are two types of girls” you begin. You pointed at yourself “the one who’s clean” and then pointed at her “the one who’s carrying STDs” you burst out laughing. Jaemin gave you another high five.

Soobin’s girl scoffed, Soobin noticed she was getting hurt by what you had said. Soobin pushes you away, “that’s not funny y/n” he tried to protect his girlfriend.

Jaemin quickly stands up and pulls you into him. “Don’t touch my girl” he warned Soobin. Soobin scoffed, “or what?” He crosses his arms.

You notice Jaemin clench his jaw as he balls up his fist. You gently place your hand on his hand to call him down. “Not worth it” you whispered in his ear.

Jaemin had walked you home, the whole time he was complaining about how much he wanted to hit Soobin. “The amount I had to hold back” Jaemin walk ahead of you and throws his frustration in the air.

You laugh, “calm down. I feel like that my whole high school year” you pull him to your side.

“I can’t believe you both dated. Like why?!” Jaemin asks. You sigh, looking at the sky. “He was never like that. He was very sweet and caring. Things changed in high school. He lost interest in me I guess” you shrug.

Jaemin sighed, stopping in front of you. “I wouldn’t lose interest in you at all” Jaemin moved his hand up to caress your cheek.

Bad

Your heart skip a beat. You never thought you could do it again. Jaemin walks closer to you, closing the distance between the both of you.

“I-I think I like you” Jaemin breathes. You search his face, wondering if he meant it.

“I do, I mean it!” He nodded. You felt tears coming down your face. You couldn’t believe it.

“W-why are you crying?!” He wipes the tears down your face.

“I-I don’t know” You laugh. Jaemin chuckles before pulling you for a hug.

You weren’t sure if it was tears of happiness or sadness. You don’t know what you’re feeling.

“J-Jaemin, I-I like you too” you started. Jaemin pulls you back so he can look at your face.

He felt there was a but into it.

“But…” he wanted you to finish.

“I-I’m not sure if I want to start anything. I’m not ready” you breathe. The expression on his face suddenly disappear. He let out a soft laugh. But he understands where you’re coming from.

“I understand, we can start slow. I’ll be beside you every step of the way” He takes your hands into his.

“I’ll be with you whenever you want me to” He places a gentle kiss on your hand. Another tear slipped out, that’s what you wanted to hear.

You wanted someone to be there for you. To hear every problem you have and there for whenever you need consolation. You pull Jaemin into a hug and squeeze him tighter.

Next few weeks, you both have been hanging out with each other. Jaemin takes you to all the places he likes to go to. You both enjoyed each other’s company.

He meant it when he said he’ll be there for you and that he will take it slow with you.

Jaemin surprised you at your house, you didn’t expect him to be here but you eventually let him in because you felt lonely.

“You should’ve told me you were home alone. I would’ve brought you some food!” He shakes his head.

You laugh, “it’s fine. I ate earlier” you pop down on your bed.

Your room fell silent just your record player playing ‘My Everything’ NCT U. Jaemin bop his head along the song while you just stare at him.

“You know I know how to dance?” He smirks. You sit up in shock, “really?” You ask.

He nodded, “come, I’ll show you” He went up to you, took your hand into his, and led you to the middle of your room.

He put your hand around his waist as your other hand gently wrapped around his. He rests his hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

He would whisper into your ear to follow in his footsteps, laughing at you as you step on him. He would reassure you whenever you make mistakes like that but eventually, you understand.

Your laughter filled the entire room as Jaemin swayed you from side to side. It felt so good to you, it was something fresh.

“You’re good!” he chuckles, his hand let go of yours as he rested both of his hands on your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“If you need a dance partner, just let me know” you smile at him. Jaemin pulls you in closer.

“I want you to be my dance partner, just you” He whispered. His eyes staring into yours as you both sway to the song.

You felt your heart beating faster again, the way your cheeks turn red from what he just told you. You tried to hide your face but Jaemin stop you.

His thumb rested on your chin as his eyes darted down at your lips. You know what’s coming next, as matter of fact, you were nervous. It’ll be your first kiss with him. It would be such a cute moment for a kiss.

You close your eyes to let him kiss you. Jaemin smiled before closing the gap between the two of you and gently pressed his warm lips into yours.

With the dancing, the soft music playing in the background, and his hands cupping your cheeks, it was perfect for you. You kissed him back.

You like the way his lips molded into yours like it was meant for you. Jaemin pulls away as the both of you open your eyes, blushing at each other.

“Kiss me again” you breathe out. Jaemin chuckles before pulling in again for a kiss. You walk back to your bed as the both of you fell on the bed.

You straddle Jaemin, didn’t break one kiss. Jaemin pulls away from the kiss to make sure that you both aren’t taking this too far.

You bit the bottom of your lip, “Is this too fast?” You ask, feeling bad. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“No, no, I just wanted to make sure this is what you wanted” He reassure you. You nodded, “I want this, with you” you tighten your grip around his shirt.

Jaemin nodded before pulling for a kiss again. His arm wraps around your waist before flipping the two of you over. This time, he was on top of you.

Jaemin runs his hands down your stomach to your thighs. You moan at the feeling of his fingers running down your skin.

Jaemin tugs the hem of your shirt before you help him take it off. Your hand wanders down inside of his shirt, feeling his athletic body.

Jaemin shivers just from you touching his skin. You sit up to take off his shirt. Jaemin pulls the shirt over him before tossing it to the ground. You bit your lip just at how good he looked.

Jaemin chuckles before kissing you again. You unbuckle his belt to take off his jeans. He slips it off of him. He runs his hands underneath your shirt, pulling away from the kiss so he looks at you when he takes off your shirt.

You pull the shirt over your head and didn’t break any eye contact. Jaemin lower his head to kiss your stomach and made its way up to your nipples.

Your body shivers just by him placing his lips against your skin. Jaemin tongue ran across your nipple, earning a soft moan coming out of your lips.

Jaemin wraps his mouth around your nipple as he sucks on it gently while playing with the other one. You moan again, feeling a sensation building around your heated area.

He pulls away to give your breast a massage. His hands slowly make their way down to your heated area. Jaemin ran his finger across your soaked underwear.

“Hmm” you groan, liking the way it felt. Jaemin play with your cunt over your panty before taking it off. You spread your legs wider to let him touch you.

“You hear that?” Jaemin whispered, his hazy eyes looking down at you while the room filled the sound of your wet cunt.

“You’re so wet” Jaemin finished. He ran over your clit, making you jerk your body at how sensitive the spot is.

Jaemin leans down spreading your legs before lean into your wet cunt. He places a gentle kiss, and with that soft kiss, it felt so euphoric. A feeling you never thought you have.

He ran his tongue across your folds, wetting them with his saliva. “F-fuck” you stutter. Jaemin watches your expression from below.

The way his tongue would flick around your cunt made you even wetter. Your hand tangled around his soft hair as he suck your cunt. Your back arch, “oh fuck” you moan, tears slipping down your cheek.

“That feels so good” You moan louder, pushing his head in deeper. Your head flew back, back arches, toes clenched and your hands clench into your bedsheet.

“Do you want to cum?” Jaemin asks. You hit your lip and nodded.

“Cum baby” he flicks his tongue around your clit. You felt yourself at your climax before you finally release yourself. Jaemin smirks before licking you off and hovering over you.

“That…felt good,” You said out of breath. Jaemin wipes your juice off his chin before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Do you want to rest?” He offered. You shake your head no. “Are you sure?” He asks again. You nodded.

Jaemin stroke your cheek, wiping the dried tears on your face. He leans in to kiss you again, letting you take yourself around his tongue.

Jaemin fixes himself in between your legs before aiding himself around your heat. You gasp against his lips when you felt his tip touches your folds.

Jaemin pull away, caressing your cheek, “it’s okay, I’ll take care of you” he whispered. He sounded so reassuring, you felt safe.

Jaemin slowly thrust himself into you, you hit the bottom of your lip while gripping into his arms. “Fuck!” You wince in pain. Jaemin stop, “fuck, I’m sorry” he caressed you worriedly.

You shake your head no, “I-I’m fine. It hurts a little but it’s okay now” You hold his hand, and he entwines his fingers with yours. Jaemin leans down to kiss your temple before thrusting into again. You hold his hand tighter until you felt him inside of you.

Jaemin grunted, “fuck” he whispered in your ear. You’re wrapped tightly around his cock. “Tell me to stop if it’s starting to hurt okay?” He asks. You nodded.

Jaemin pulls your chin to look at him, “okay?” He asks again. “Okay,” you respond.

Jaemin slowly rock his hips into yours, it was painful at first but your cunt was wet enough to act as a lubricant. His cock slips easily into you and out of you.

“You okay baby?” He checks up on you again. You nodded underneath him. “I’m okay” you groan.

Jaemin sits up, holding your waist as thrusts into you. “I can feel you deep inside of me” you moan. Jaemin hisses under his breath as he picks up the pace.

Jaemin places his hands around your ass to go deeper inside of you. “F-fuck!” You hold his arm to stop. “Sorry, I got into it” Jaemin apologizes.

You chuckle, “it’s okay. It hurts when you do that,” you told him. Jaemin nodded before he hold your waist again.

“You feel so good baby” Jaemin moaned, leaning his head back.

You pull Jaemin in for a kiss. Jaemin pull away before leaning into your ear, “turn sideways” he whispered. Jaemin slip himself out as he lay behind you.

It’s like you both are spooning, you lift your leg to let him slip it in. You both let out a soft moan as Jaemin wrap his arms around your body.

His head rested beside yours, planting kisses around your shoulder and your neck. You moan at the pleasure you’re receiving. You look back at Jaemin, who was breathing heavily.

Your eyes met with his, and you both stares deeply into each other. You led Jaemin’s hand around your neck as he gently squeeze it before pouncing on you.

“You’re so good baby” he whispered into your ear. You lean to kiss his cheek. “Fuck me just like that” whispered back to him.

To his surprise, you know how to dirty talk. He loves it. It turns him on. Jaemin spread your leg further and started playing with your throbbing clit.

“Fuck” you moan loudly. Your clit was already sensitive to his touch. You felt your cunt tingling in sensation.

You hold back the urge to cum. You turn to look at Jaemin, his eyes land on yours. “I want to get on top” those words surprise Jaemin.

He quickly nodded as you slip away from his arms and prop yourself on top of him. Jaemin aligns his cock around your folds as you slowly let yourself down.

Jaemin hiss as he watches you take action. The way his cock fit incredibly well inside of you. Jaemin hiss as his hands grabs onto your breasts.

“Fuck, baby you're doing so good” he hisses. You bit your lip and lay down on his body. Jaemin wraps his arms around you and helps you by thrusting his hips into yours.

“Jae-you’re so deep” you moan. Jaemin hold you tighter and felt he was getting to his climax. You notice the shift in his thrust.

You rock your hips to match his, you grip your hands tighter on the pillow. You felt pressure around your cunt as you went faster. You clench your walls around making Jaemin groan.

“Fuck baby, you’re going to make me cum” he breathes. “Fuck I’m going to cum too” you moan.

You and Jaemin kept consistency in the thrust as he finally releases his cum inside of you as you sit back up to let your juice falls around his cock.

“Fuck” Jaemin groaned, feeling your juice drip down his cock. Jaemin pulls you down into his arms and kisses your temple.

“I didn’t hurt you right?“ he whispered. You shake your head no. “No, you didn’t” you chuckle.

“Let’s get you clean up,” He says. You nodded. You ended up using your towel to wipe the cum off.

Jaemin gasped, stopping midway from cleaning himself. “Are you protected?” He asks worriedly.

You laugh, “I wouldn’t let you fuck me if I wasn’t” you kiss his cheek. Jaemin let a sigh of relief. “You had me worried. Or else we have a baby to raise” He help you get dressed before you both went back to bed.

“Can I sleep over?” Jaemin asks. You wrap your arms tightly around his waist. “Hmmm-hmmm” you nodded. Jaemin smiles before planting a kiss on top of your head.

Both of you rested for a bit, and you both ended up falling asleep and woke up a few hours later for another round.

You both did two rounds that night. To your surprise, you didn’t bleed the third time. Your body was slowly getting used to his and Jaemin always made sure he didn’t hurt you every time you both did it.

This is how the story ends.

The jock ends up with the girl who he always teases who became his lover and who became his girlfriend.

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"i'm not even sick!" [ riki nishimura ]

genre : semi texting, playful niki, teasing, fluff, lowk angst, adorable couple, l word😖😖

warnings : kissing, sick niki, cuddling, bad boy riki, bad grades (??)

1,500+ words

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your boyfriend has been complaining about his sinuses, he says it feels like someone put tissues up his nose.

you're trying to study for this veeeerrryyy important test and he's been waiting all alone for you in your bedroom. well you didn't ask him to do that, he kind of snuck in because your parents are out.

you check your phone to see,

niki 🤬 <3 : "baby my head hurts, ;("

you : "do you want some water?"

niki 🤬 <3 : "nope i want all my pain to go away!! fuck being sick!"

you : so you finally admit it? you're sick right niki?

he has been trying to deny that he is sick, every single time you would hand him a tissue and give him a kiss on his forehead he would say "i'm ok," or "i don't need it thank you,"

his stubborn butt wouldn't wanna admit that he clearly had a cold!

riki 🤬 <3 : "what? no it was a joke"

you : "istg. ok i'm coming baby,"

riki 🤬 <3 : "NO NO NO NO. keep studying i don't wanna bother you aahhdjdjdhdhdh"

you : "THEN WHY WOULD U TEXT ME THAT UR HEAD HURTS?"

riki 🤬 <3 : "BC I JUST WANTED TO. anyways how is the studying coming along nerd?"

you : "first off, at least i'm responsible enough, i'm doing studies while you're laying in my bed probably smelling one of my hoodies and being all sick."

riki 🤬 <3 : "what if i cry?? also how do you know i have your hoodie in my arms rn? r u a fucking spy??"

you : "then i'll apologize? and it's obvious riki😚"

riki 🤬 <3 : "babe i'm crying so apologize"

you: "how ab no?"

riki 🤬 <3 : "you're so mean today, don't you know i'm not feeling well?"

you: "sorry i'm a bit stressed :/ can you come out of my room and give me a kiss?"

riki 🤬 <3 : "of course baby."

25 minutes later

your boyfriend has been awfully quiet and he still hasn't come to give you a kiss so, you start to feel worried.

riki isn't this quiet and you have a puppy, he usually plays with him but no! they were both quiet!!???

"riki?" you whisper behind the door as you knock twice.

"nishimura?" you slowly open the door...

... and you see one of the cutest sights you have ever seen.

he fell asleep with your dog. they were under the covers together and just snuggling. but both their heads were peaked out.

"awh riki," you pout because he looks so cozy and cute.

"hm?" he mumbles as he slowly wakes up.

"baby you never gave me that kiss-"

"ACCCHHHHOOOO-" he sneezes!

oh god. he just sneezed. he is definitely going through seasonal allergies. you thought it was a cold but it's probably just nothing serious.

"y/nnnn." he sulks with the most adorable look ever.

"i told you you're not feeling well, do you want to take something?" you ask while stroking his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

although you're not even sure why he's sweaty because it's pretty cold in your room.

"niki do you have a fever????" you feel his forehead and gasp because he's running pretty hot.

"hmm?" he looks up and lightly pushes your hand away.

"what? no i don't have a fever." he reaches his hands out for a hug but you pull away and cross your arms.

"it's okay to be sick!! i can take care of you!" you insist.

you walk to your cabinet in your bathroom where you store the thermometer, you rush towards your bedroom and see a standing niki at the door way.

he's so tall so it's kind of threatening.

"baby." he mutters.

"let me-"

"RIKI." you grab his hand (which is very warm, either because he has a fever or because he was all curled up in your bed 2 seconds ago)

"let me take your temperature or i won't give you a kiss." you give him a glare because you just want to take care of him.

"but y/n i'll be fine i'm not sick." he says while holding your hand that is grasping the thermometer.

"niki. just touching your hand i'm already feeling that it's warmer than usual!"

he immediately lets go and turns away.

"just let me take it please?" you hug his back because you know exactly why he won't let you.

riki likes taking care of you, he likes making you feel special and protecting you. he doesn't want to be babied even though he secretly likes it.

"okay fine."

you turn his body and give him a tight hug, he coughs when you do.

you take thermometer and put it in near his mouth.

"ahh." you gesture for his mouth to be open.

he follows and let's you put the thermometer in his mouth.

"there, good job niki." you kiss his forehead and you see the blush appear on his face, either he's really just hot or he's flustered , you can tell but both are cute.

"don't take it out yet okay?"

you walk to your kitchen and grab a glass of water for him to drink and you bring some cold remedy medicine.

you run quickly so that he doesn't go anywhere or touch the thermometer.

you take the thermometer out and check and it's...

101°F!!!

"oh you're burning up baby,"

"i know i'm hot!" he winks and coughs (lol)

"okay come here," you hold his hand and bring him to your bed. "lay back let me get you some medicine."

niki doesn't usually feed into this because he loves taking care of you but he realized that he does like getting taken care of by you. he realized he loves you.

"y/n." he calls out.

"hm?" you respond while preparing the medicine and water.

"i think i love you?" he says quietly to where you can't even hear him.

"wait what?" your eyes widen.

"i love you." he says a little louder while he brings his hands out for a hug.

"shut it don't play with me-"

"i'm serious y/n! i love you??"

"niki i'm being serious, don't throw those words around!" you hit his arm lightly.

"y/n i swear on my mom i love you, i love you so much," he gives you that look that he gave you when he asked you out.

okay now you're starting to blush up because you don't think he's joking. "oh." you turn red.

"i love you too riki." you admit and laugh a little because this is your first time saying i love you.

"come here you're so awkward." he laughs and brings you in for a hug.

"why would you think i'm joking?" he asked. "because you've never said it before!" you expressed muffled in his neck because you're still in a tight hug.

he hugs you tighter and you kind of can't breathe but you kind of like this embrace, he doesn't usually hug you so close.

"riki. let go. i forgot how it feels to breathe." you pinch his arm.

"i know, i'm just too hot that you forgot how to breathe!" niki shrugs.

"shut up. i have a feeling i'm gonna get sick now because of you." you kiss his cheek.

"well if you keep that up that you are definitely getting sick." he kisses your cheek back.

these moments with your boyfriend are special because you two are only in high school, and you get to cherish each others "first," things.

he's your first love, first kiss, first "i love you..", and first boyfriend! and it goes the same for him.

"do you want me to get sick?" you chuckle.

"well yes if it means we can stay at your home and just chill." he says but you immediately get up because you have a test you have been studying for and you are NOT getting sick because of a simp.

"hey??" he pouts.

"respectfully baby, if i studied for so long just to stay home with my boyfriend then i would probably hate myself." you giggle as you bring your hands to hold his face in your palms.

"you're so mean to me, can i have a kiss now?" he purses his lips.

"um hell no??" you nod your head.

"whatever." he pretends to be offended. "so.... can you teach me whatever the hell we're doing in science?" he asks.

"NIKI. did you not do the homework?" you retort because he has been calling you a nerd when he doesn't even know what's going on.

"what do you think i am? a good student?"

"i mean. i would hope?" you take a seat in bed next to him.

"babe do you really think i'm going to complete the lab? hell no??" he pokes at your stomach.

"i can teach you what we're doing because it's easy. i just want you to do well okay?" you sweep his bangs away from his forehead and give him a quick kiss.

"i thought you said no kisses?"

"no kisses on the lips." you correct him.

"what's the difference? just kiss me?" he tried to kiss your lips but you dodge him and just kiss his cheek.

you love kissing his cheeks because you feel how warm they get after you say something that makes him blush.

“i don’t want to get sick,” you start putting yourself in the blanket and hugging his waist.

“so you can come over here and cuddle me but you won’t kiss my lips because you’re afraid you’re gonna get sick?” he stammered as he ran his hand up and down you forearm that was across his stomach.

“yep, exactly.”

“anyways, do you wanna send me the answers or do you want to actually teach me what we’re doing?” he turned his body towards you and looks you in the eyes. “well, i want you to understand and not just copy. i want you to do good in school riki.” you hold his hand under the blanket.

“then teach me baby. i am willing to learn,” he pulled you in closer.

knock, knock, knock

??..

oh. it’s probably your older brother heeseung. WAIT. my BROTHER HEESEUNG??????!!!

“hold on!” you shout while panicking.

you quickly push niki under the covers and take a couple of your giant stuffed animals and stuff them on the bed. you rushed over to your desk and pretend like you’re finishing your book. the book is a cooking book. you left your study materials outside.

of course your bed literally looks like there’s a person there. i mean, you could’ve hid him in your closet but you weren’t sure if you even did your laundry.

“y/n?” heeseung calls.

“yes?” you respond.

your brain is going through multiple anxieties because your brother would definitely tell your parents that you are dating someone.

your parents are out on a business trip and your brother doesn’t even live here anymore but he has access to keys because he is still in the process of moving out.

“who is in there with you?” he asks.

“what? nobody. i’m reading my book out loud do you have a problem?” you retort, actually shaking because if he opens the door he will see your bed is covered with stuffed animals and a man shape under the blanket.

“oh. well i’m just getting the last of my things.” heeseung shares when you hear the door knob rattle.

of course it’s not locked because why would it be??

“what in the hell.” your brother chuckles when he sees a piece of black curly hair sticking out of your bed.

“fuck.” you cursed.

“whoever you are, come out of the covers.” heeseung lowkey laughs.

“hee, there is nobody under there! i don’t know why-”

“y/n there is a piece of hair sticking up from your bed. unless you have a creepy doll that is underneath there, then i would be more concerned.”

niki. literally. SNORTS. because this situation is just so funny but he technically just blew his cover and he just knows you’re gonna smack him when this is over.

"HAHAHAH!!" you try to cover up the laugh he did but it was kind of too late.

"hi i'm riki nishimura i'm dating your sister and i am a good boy do not kill me-" he blurts out in one sentence while heeseung uncovers the blanket.

"oh, i am lee heeseung and i'm the brother of your girlfriend and i will not kill you?" he looks at riki with the funniest face ever.

your boyfriend leans up and fixes his messy hair and gives u the cutest most confused look ever.

"baby do you notice how he doesnt look like a big scary monster?" niki says in confusion.

"BABY??" heeseung giggles.

"SHUT UP RIKI RN."

"oh so you're riki? the guy she always talks ab to our cousin??" heeseung notices and points at you.

"shut up HEE." you stand up and start pushing him out of your room.

"y/n just be safe i won't tell mom! i won't! does he do drugs?"

"of course not. i wouldn't stoop that low." you continue pushing him but he's so strong it's hard.

"nice to meet you!" niki smiles.

"he seems nice!" heeseung retorts.

"JUST SHUT UP BOTH OF U!!" you push him away and slam the door.

"are you embarassed y/n?" he whispers right behind your ear.

"nope it's just i don't want my parents to find out about you like that, cause i want it to be more natural you know? not a secret!" you walk back to your bed and just lay there.

until you get a text from your brother,

hee >:( : i won't tell mom and dad, he seems like a nice guy just play it safe!! (it's the least i could do for tattling on you all those years)

you : love u big bro

hee >:( : ❤️

you : i'll have u meet him more properly soon i promise

hee >:( : ok got it , i'm gonna steal mom's favorite cooking pan for my apartment so just shhh and don't say anything

you : ofc ofc i got it i won't say shit 🤐

hee >:( : tell ur little bf of yours that he left his hoodie out here too

you : shit

hee >:( : are you and him serious? u two say i love u yet 🥹

you : he actually told me today ! i actually really love him

hee >:( : cute . ur growing up

you : 🙄

"look, he's not gonna say anything!" you show your phone screen to your boyfriend.

"aw i really love you too baby." he kisses your cheek.

"be quiet you're not supposed to look at that. look! he won't tell my mom." you snicker.

"okay well i really need to get my hoodie then." he sneaks a quick kiss to your lips in hopes you won't mind because he's sick.

"do not kiss me until you recover nishimura!" you flick his forehead.

"sorry if you get sick then that means we can kiss and hug as much as we want! and you can stay home with me-"

"i'm not doing that as much as i want to." you hug his waist tighter. "you better get out of here before my parents get home."

"can i get a goodbye smooch?"

"ew. never say smooch." you push his face away.

"please baby?"

oh you cannot deny that.

"c'mere." you kiss his lips gently.

"okay i'm going out the window now."

"bye my love. i'll see you at school tomorrow!"

"DO NOT GO TO SCHOOL WHILE YOU'RE SICK RIKI!! i'll send you the work." you shout.

"okay i love you!!"

"i love you more!!"

end

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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seasonal woes

warning: allergies T.T | sfw, crack / fluff

Includes: Diluc, Scaramouche, Thoma

character x gn reader | anthology

a-n: really short - something silly - my head hurts - nose stuffy - wanna die

Diluc

It's miserable, and not just because of the clogged nose and water eyes but the sneezing. It's the sneezing that has driven you mad -- and why was it that out of everyone who could have found you suffering, it was always him

"Take a seat," Diluc directs as you slip onto the stool at the bar. It's mid-day and most people would give you a strange look for walking into the tavern before it's socially permitted, but you have other reasons for entering the establishment. Primarily, it's to escape the heat and the flora threatening to kill you, second, it's the company, but you try to keep that a secret in your beating heart.

"Th-thank y-*sneeze* ... Thank you," you huff, frustrated that you can't stop the endless sneezes coming from your tickling nose. It's only a few times a year it gets this bad, but today is horrible. Wrinkling your nose, you ready for another sneeze as you blow it into your arm. "Ugh," you groan, dropping you head in your hands.

"It's particularly bad this time of year," Diluc reassures you with a small chuckle, one he keeps for intimate person's, though you don't realize you’ve joined that list.

"Horrible, it's horr-horri-*sneeze* horrible!" He moves back to the counter just as you stifle another sneeze, your face contorting into rage as you rub your nose fiercely.

"Here, this should help," easily he pushes a glass your way. It looks cooling, by the touch it's refreshing, and as he taps his long spoon against the edge your throat yearns to sample it.

"What's in it?"

"Fruit juice mostly."

"Mmm, well, at this point I'll drink whatever," you say with a light laugh and take a sip. The cool liquid soothes your dry throat, the sweetness of it makes me hum and the smell fills your senses well. "That's so delicious," you smile as the wafting aroma lifts around your face. You wonder if it has magical properties because the pressure in your face eases slightly. "I think you're right," you explain and lift the drink to your face, "it's helped a - *sneeze* ..."

With dread and hopelessness, you look at the cup your violent sneeze just erupted in, feel the droplets that have misted across your cheeks and the counter, and feel like your about to cry.

"... I'll make another one," he soothes in his calm, quietly taking the cup and sliding you a fresh towel to clean your face as he turns to make you a fresh cup. You, in your embarrassment, send him appreciation as you drop your face into the towel to hide and quiet another sneeze.

Scaramouche

every sneeze, every sniffle, every distracted or foggy moment you had made you annoyed but, most of all, it made you heavily aware of the side-eyed stares you were getting from the Harbinger in the room

Sniffling, you rubbed your nose with your sleeve before organizing the stack of documents on your small desk. It was hard to breathe through your nose so you take breaths through your mouth and hope it isn’t as loud as you swore it is. You would like to blow your nose but Celestia forbid you make any more of an annoyance than you already were. Sighing, you slip the documents into the folder before dropping it onto it’s respectable pile and beginning your work on the next set.

“What is wrong with you?” Scaramouche’s voice catches you off guard as you look up only to see him standing there, arms crossed, expression irritated as he looks at you.

“Apologies, Master, I am running a bit behind, but I’ll finish promptly.”

Groaning, he rolls his eyes, “That’s not what I asked.”

“... oh ... um. Sorry, what did you -”

With a gruff tone and click of his teeth, he repeats himself, something he hates doing, “What is wrong with you?” he reiterates and points to the pile of tissues you’d gathered near your legs.

Panickily you hide them under the low raised desk before answering. “... it’s just allergies! I swear I’m not sick.” Your heart pounds in your chest. There’s no telling what he would do to you if you had gotten him sick - though, as you think about it, you aren’t sure he’s ever gotten sick since you’d been his assistant.

Scara stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time, his eyes seem to stab into your chest and you not only wrap your clothes around you more but you will your nose to stop running so you don’t have to move much in his gaze. Every time he looks at you it’s like you are prey in the field, and he is the hunter looking for you to make your next move.

“Do be quiet, I’m trying to work.” he eventually says before walking back to his desk and shuffling through the papers collected there. You nod, mumble some sort of ‘of course, sir,’ response before going back to your work and praying your body will listen to him.

Hours later, long after you made your way out of his office but before you returned to bring him his dinner, you are approached by one of the Fatui herbalists who directs you to follow them. Confusion is written on your face but after they provide you with a small bag filled with tinctures, elixirs, and other powdered medicine meant to ease the pressure and intensity of your symptoms you swear your heart is fluttering so fast you could fly away from the estate walls.

“I’m sorry ... may I ask who ordered these?”

“Master Scaramouche.” They answer matter of factly before walking back into their workshop and leaving you to stand alone in the entry way with a thousand questions running through your mind - questions you’d never dare to ask the person who, as you were just now realizing, had never shown kindness to anyone but you.

Thoma

it’s hard to breathe, hard to see, and normally you would blame that on your obsessional love for Thoma but, today, it’s because of the plants that have a vendetta with your name on it

“I think I’m dying,” you groan into the pillow, back stretching and bending forward as you try to hide from the outside. It’s hard enough running around to stay caught up with the Chief Retainer, but on days this hot, this filled with pollen, seeds, and those stupid white floaties you’d like to see burn, you are finding it impossible to stay on Thoma’s level.

“You aren’t dying, I promise.” Thoma, who had been noticing more and more your struggles, finally managed to get you to take a break after your vision became so blurry with tears that you slipped off the steps to the estate. It was admirable how you tried to play it off but no matter how gracefully you bowed or how fast you walked away, there was no hiding how uncomfortable the bruise on your arm was becoming, or the miserable way you tried to catch your breath. “Lean up,” he instructs. Once you’re settled, he hands you a cool glass of water which you sip between sniffles. Thoma places a cold compress on your arm and you sigh in satisfaction.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“Of course. Take it easy for a bit. I wouldn’t want to see you hurt yourself again.”

“I’m just clumsy ... and dying, by the archons these allergies!” Thoma chuckles as you sigh and sniff to clear the nose that wouldn’t stop running. “It’s not funny. I can’t work because I can’t breathe.”

“It’ll be alright. There isn’t much to be done anyway.”

Squinting at the object you think is Thoma, you poke his lie as if popping a balloon, “Didn’t Ayaka give us both the task of cleaning the whole estate before that big shot gets here this afternoon?”

Thoma feigns a lighthearted laugh and you respond by sitting up even though your head yells at you not to. “It’s alright ...”

“Thoma ...”

“I’m serious,” he explains, his warm hand touching your shoulder and easing you back onto the lounge chair. “The work will get done as promised. For now, I’m more concerned about your well-being.” You rub the water from your eyes and sniffle. If your brain wasn’t so foggy you might have gotten overly emotional about his words, at least this time you could blame them on something other than your desperate heart. “When you’re ready come find me but, until then, just take it easy.”

He was so earnest, getting worked-up over something as simple as bad allergies. Perhaps there was a chance for you to be more in his life than a simple co-worker. Sighing again, you ease onto the lounger and take another sip of the water that had warmed a little in your hands. “Fine, but just a few minutes.”

“Sounds good,” he smiles and you drop your watery gaze toward the cup.

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Hello! I would like to make a request, where the reader is a man and a brother of the Bridgertons, where he is the third brother.

Where reader looks a lot like his father, physically as in the way he acts, the reader likes to study and has left London to continue studying, then he returns to his family for a break for a while but he begins to live his own love story, and where Violet is identified with the reader and the girl, and the brothers get emotional, frustrated and sad because they feel that they will los.

Then the reader suffers from an allergy from the bee sting which causes despair of his family, and the reader's girlfriend or wife feels desperate and together with violet they have a moment to talk and realizes that it is the right one for his son, since he refused to have his son marry her, since he did not want to lose him.

I look forward to your reply :) and thank you for your time and beautiful writing.

All Grown Up

A/N- Thank you for the compliment it means a lot to me :) Also Violet totally sounds like Emily Gilmore from Gilmore Girls in this LOL

Warnings- Allergies, Hives, and Wheezing

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 575

Summary- Your Mother disapproves of your fiancé and forbids you to marry. Until she understands how much your fiancé loves you due to your near-death experience.

I nervously knock at the door and assure my fiance that this visit will be fine. I think we both know I was lying though. We have been avoiding my family ever since I wrote to my Mother that I met someone in the states and was going to marry. She has never said such cruel words to me before her letter was ruthless. She was very disappointed that I would not be participating in the season. She always thought I would marry the diamond and live right in town near her. One of the maids opened the door and my Mother ran straight to me and squeezed me so hard I couldn’t breathe.

“My baby I’ve missed you so much!” She smiled until she turned and saw my fiance. “I thought you weren’t going to bring her,” she said disappointed.

I shrug her off “I never said that.”

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Let's just go meet up outside with your siblings they missed you a lot but not as much as me.” She smiles and leads me outside where there are refreshments.

Daphne runs up to me as soon as she sees me and gives me a giant hug. Eloise acts like she doesn’t miss me but I know she does. Anthony lectures me about not writing home more, Benedict shows me his recent artworks, and Colin wants to hear about my travels and what I am learning in my studies.

I catch up with my siblings and introduce them to my fiance. I avoid my Mother as much as I can but she makes it very difficult with how many death glares she is sending to my fiance. The socializing suddenly holts to an awkward silence and I am not sure why until I follow their gaze.

There is a huge bee on my arm and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me due to the fear.

“Don’t move,” Anthony says trying to be calm.

I end up shaking due to my nerves and the bee stings me. Hives immediately appear all around the sting and they feel like they are on fire. I suddenly feel tired and the world is spinning; before I know it I am on the ground. I faintly hear Mother yell for someone to call a doctor before I closed my eyes.

Violet’s POV-

“He will be fine he had a reaction to the bee sting but it was not as bad as it could have been.” The doctor said calmly.

Y/N’s fiance interrupts the doctor “HOW DARE YOU SAY IT WAS A MINOR REACTION HE PASSED OUT! WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS WAS NOTHING”

They screamed with tears coming down their face. They were definitely panicking and I could see they loved Y/N just as much as I do.

I hugged them and rubbed their back and repeated “Y/N is okay.”

“I thought you hated me” they responded.

“I am so sorry about that I see now that you love Y/N just as much as I do. You better take care of him though.” I apologize.

“Of course, I will take care of him! I will take care of him as long as we are alive.” They smile with tears still pricking their eyes and I return their smile.

My baby is all grown up and I am so glad he found someone to love him just as much as I do.

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cocacoffee · 1 year

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Hello! Could you write scrooge McDuck meeting a human reader that involuntarily hops between their dimension and the DuckTales one every time they sneeze?

YES OFC I LOVE THIS IDEA!

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Romantic or Platonic: Platonic

Headcanons or Oneshot: Oneshot

Fandom: DuckTales (2017)

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Sneeze Travlers

Scrooge McDuck x Reader

It was allergy season, the worst season for you. You held in a sneeze, hesitating to do so afraid of which dimension you'll travel too today "Nuh-uh no way I'm not gonna sne- ahh.."

You gave in and let out a sneeze, you were now in a mansion. You looked to your left a spotted a TV room where chatter was coming from. You poked your head in and what you saw shocked you, a human sized duck?? He wore a black tophat with a red stripe and a red robe

He looked in your direction and let out a gasp "bless me bagpipes..." He said shocked and slowly approached you. You felt your nose start to twitch. "What are you lassie?" He questioned as you gave out a sneeze just to find yourself back on your bed.

"Ah, back in my bed, no Irish humanoid ducks, and no mansion" you sighed quite relaxed. You sneezed and were suddenly back where you were before, and spotted the same duck as before bewildered at your sudden appearance "curse me kilts what's wrong with you?" He questioned

"Well, you see. Whenever I sneeze I'm basically transported to another world." You explained fidgeting with your hands "ah a sneeze traveler" he confirmed nodding his head "I'm sorry a what?" You asked looking down at him "oh never mind that lassie, your welcome at this mansion anytime" he said cheerfully patting your back. You couldn't help but smile

"Scrooge McDuck is the name! What about you lassie?" He asked intrigued "I'm Y/N L/N, but you can call me N/N" I said calmly. My nose started to twitch as I waved goodbye to Scrooge and sneezed back to my dimension

★Few months timeskip★

You let out a sneeze and found yourself on the couch of McDuck manor, you let out a groan as Scrooge handed you a tissue "Thanks Scrooge" you said blowing your nose then throwing the tissue away "any time." He said sitting down on the separate chair. You let out another sneeze as 4 children sat in the doorway

"Who was that, what was that?!"

"How much do you think I could sell it for?"

"They look so cool!"

"I need to write this in Jr. Woodchuck Guidebook!"

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keis-slut · 1 year

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Together

s. todoroki

chapter iii. - Imaginary Friend

now playing Imaginary Friend by Tove Lo

"imaginary friend,

stay with me 'til the end now"

Reader POV

I arrive at the dorms

just before the rest of my class and quickly walk up to my room, closing my door behind me.

I throw my bag onto the side of my bed before collapsing onto it.

I lay down for a few silent minutes, grateful for the eventful day finally being over.

Becoming a hero is a lot more stressful than I thought, causing it to really take a toll on my mental health.

I wasn't going to let the horrors of it ruin my future of becoming a pro, but that doesn't mean I won't have my moments of anger, sadness, or worry.

I was afraid, too.

Afraid of a lot.

Afraid of my friends getting hurt, of me getting hurt, of not becoming a great hero, of my friends not becoming great heroes.

Sometimes I let despair takeover, which was rare, but never good.

For some reason, laying on my bed right now after the tough day i've had, all of those negative emotions came flowing in, eventually releasing bottled up feelings.

I grab onto my pillow tightly, pulling it into my face as I feel hot tears pool into my eyes.

I shouldn't be afraid, I have to just keep pushing to get through it.

I have to let my stresses be the motivation of my success, not the cause of my downfall.

Yet, i'm still human.

Aren't I?

I have feelings.

Suddenly, i'm wailing into my pillow, curled up in a ball on my bed.

A few of my buttons to my uniform come undone, exposing my colorbone as my tie becomes loose as well.

I kick off my shoes and remove my face from my pillow, then sniffling and getting up to change into something more comfortable.

Then, I hear faint footsteps, and an sudden knock at my door, causing me to jump up and wipe my puffy eyes.

"o-oh! w-who is it?" I ask with a raspy voice, taking everything off the top half of my body and pulling on a dark grey hoodie.

"it's Todoroki. we're supposed to...hang out?" A tired voice mumbles from the other side.

He can't see me like this...

but I can't push him away already.

What if he's accepted to try and trust me?

I can't mess it up now.

"j-just give me a minute, okay?" I say, sniffling a bit too loud accidentally and hoping he didn't hear it.

As I pull off the rest of my clothes and pick out black sport shorts to put on, I hear a sigh from the other side of my door.

"i-i'm sorry, I-"

"are you okay, y/n?" Todoroki suddenly asks, causing me to pause as I pull up my shorts.

He must of heard the sniffling.

I walk over to my door, and finally open it to reveal a slightly worried Todoroki.

"i-i'm fine. why?" I ask, moving aside for him to step in. I close the door and turn around to lean myself against it.

Todoroki stands in my room awkwardly, looking around to take in the interior of my dorm.

"y-you can get comfortable, you know?" I say, walking over to him and grabbing his bag that he still had on him, then placing it next to mine.

I turn to face him and grab his hand, pulling him to sit on my bed with me.

I face him, pushing a strand of hair out of my face and then pulling my hands into the sleeves of my hoodie.

Todoroki slips off his shoes, and pulls himself on my bed to sit cross-cross, just like me.

We face each other as he looks me in the eyes.

"your eyes are red, and puffy. you were crying. it also sound like you've got a cold too, but it's not the season for getting sick" Todoroki says bluntly, but the fact that he noticed so quickly made my heart flutter, even if it was something obvious at the moment.

But, I didn't want to worry him.

"i-it's just allergies, I have them all year round" I say, blinking and hugging my body.

"we're suppose to trust each other now, aren't we? why are you lying?" Todoroki asks again, and I notice him move closer to me.

I feel a bit of guilt sink into my chest, furrowing my brows slightly.

He was right, I shouldn't lie to him if he's expecting to trust me.

"I-I...I just don't want to worry you, is all. I didn't mean to lie to hurt you or betray your trust...that's the last thing I want after what we talked about yesterday" I say, mumbling the last part slightly.

Todoroki only nods slightly before going to speak once again.

"If we are going to trust each other, we should be able to talk to one another without worrying. Maybe I could help?" He suggests, and I feel my face heat up.

Not because I was flattered about him offering to help, but because him offering to help had triggered the bottled feelings once again, making my face scrunch up as I squeak, feeling hot tears piling into my eyes again.

I sniff as the tears fall down my cheeks, and I cover my face in my hands. I rub my eyes and take in a shaky breath.

"i-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to start crying again" I say, wiping the bottom of my eyes as I look back up at Todoroki, who is staring down at me worriedly.

"so you admit you were crying before? you said 'again'" Todoroki states, raising an eyebrow. I chuckle slightly and sigh.

"y-yeah, I was" I admit, bringing my legs to my chest and hugging them.

I lean my chin against my knees and look into Todorokis tender eyes.

"why?" He quietly asks.

"and don't lie. just tell me. don't think about worrying me, because maybe I can help. I know from experience the last thing a person wants is to do something alone" Todoroki says before I could respond.

I huff and look down.

"today was a bit stressful for me. stressful enough to remind me of possible downfalls and anixeties I tend to have. I'm just afraid of a lot of things, and instead of those stresses being the reason I should work harder, sometimes it's what pulls me down. I know it isn't great to have that mindset, but i'm human, and I feel things" I explain simply, looking back up at Todoroki as he shifts in his spot on my bed. I furrow my brows as I feel tears covering my eyes again, pooling over my waterline and down my cheeks.

You know something really hurts when you don't even have to blink for the tears to run down your face.

And by Todorokis saddened expression in front of me, he knew that, as he watched it happen to me in front of him.

I avert my gaze from his and wipe my face.

"i-i'm sorry, im just having a bad day and my worries are getting the best of me-"

"stop apologizing so much, y/n" Todoroki interjects, and I jerk my head to look at him.

"you have every right to feel the way you do, because you're human. It's okay for you to feel things, whether you'd rather bottle them up or show them, it doesn't matter. All I know, is that no matter what it is, you shouldn't really be afraid. You're going to be afraid at times because it's how us humans work, but you shouldn't worry too much about something you don't even know yet" Todoroki explains, looking to the floor.

"you're talking about my future?" I sniff, moving my legs to sit cross-cross again in front of Todoroki.

He looks back up at me and nods.

"the only way you'll get to know you're future is by molding it how you want in the moment, not worrying about how it'll all crash in the end, because you have no idea if it even will. you just have to take one step at a time, and do your best just like everyone else"

I sniff and rub my eyes, grinning slightly up at Todoroki.

"i-it's funny how...yesterday I told you I wanted you to come to me if you ever need anything, yet the first day we actually hang out you're the one giving me a therapy session. I was suppose to be the one who's there for you" I chuckle slightly, and he shrugs.

"I dunno, we're here for each other. isn't that what friends do?" Todoroki questions, as if he's done something wrong.

Friends.

He sees us as friends.

I feel my cheeks heat up slightly at the thought, and this time it is out of flattery.

"yes. that's what friends do, Todoroki. you're doing great. thank you"

"I don't know, I guess it's kinda like a voice in my heart

reminding me that there's nothing to fear in the things I'm afraid of"

next part, 5

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