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holymarymotherofsmut · 1 month ago

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Summer Heat

Summary: You’re stuck heading into the office on a Sunday on the hottest day of the year, so you forego your usual business attire and show up in something more comfortable. The only problem? Your hot boss, Higuruma Hiromi is also working overtime. Can you handle the heat, the pressure, and Higuruma’s weird behavior?

wc: 8.3k

A/N: I wrote this on a miserable Sunday over the summer where I was too hot and had to do some work (luckily from home). I’ve been fussing over it but the temps are getting lower where I live and I was dreaming about warmer days with later sunsets.

Anyway, this is the first fic I’ve posted in like fifteen years! I feel like it’s too long and could use more editing, but I feel more strongly that the Higuruma girlies don’t get fed nearly enough so I’m doing my part 🫡

The only thing worse than having to go to work on a Sunday was having to go to work on a Sunday that’s also slated to be the hottest day of the year. The thought of putting on your usual pencil skirt and blouse made you want to peel your own skin off.

Then something occurred to you.

No one ever came in on Sunday. Not the power hungry new associates, hoping to stand out. Not the assistants, always drowning in more work than they could reasonably finish, but still did nonetheless. Not even your workaholic boss, Higuruma Hiromi, came in on Sundays.

You felt a guilty thrill, riding the train to the office in just some bike shorts and a tank top. There was no chance of anyone else being there, especially not as early in the morning as you were going, but the idea of getting caught still sent an anxious tingle up your spine.

The air conditioning in the building was almost enough to make up for the mountain of paperwork you needed to review before you could have what precious little remained of the weekend to yourself. You had your own office, whose closed door had trapped the AC since you left on Friday, an icy cold reprieve from the scorching temperatures outside.

As expected, there’s no sign of anyone else in the building today. You leave your door open anyway, hoping to hear anyone who might happen to come in before they find you.

Feeling a little more confident, you put on some music, keeping the level low even with the empty halls. You sang along quietly, occasionally gripping your pen as a microphone to belt out particularly good bits. You were lost in your performance enough that you didn’t notice someone else had arrived at the office.

It’s a muffled chuckle that makes you realize you’re not alone. Your eyes open, shooting to the door where your boss, the law firm's youngest partner, Higuruma Hiromi, is watching you. He has one fist raised to cover his mouth, trying desperately to suppress a laugh.

“Fuck!” You shout in surprise, scrambling to turn off the music.

“Please, don’t let me interrupt,” he says with a good natured smile, still chuckling a little. “I didn’t think anyone else would be here today and then I heard you.”

At the same time, you were trying to explain. “Please, I’m so sorry. I know I’m dressed wildly inappropriately for the office. I really didn’t think anyone would be here.”

He visibly stiffened, finally looking at your outfit. Your breasts spilled out of your top, shining with a thin sheen of sweat just from the brief walk from the station to the office. He could just see a sliver of thigh over the desk where your shorts ended before your legs disappeared under the desk. His smile disappeared and was replaced with an almost pained expression, one you read as thinly veiled disgust.

“I’ll run home and change. I’m so sorry,” you rushed out, standing up behind your desk and fumbling for your bag.

“What?” His big eyes met your panicked ones for a second. “No, don’t be silly. No one else is here, and I’ll be in my office all day.”

You paused, bag still in hand, brain screaming for you to leave and never come back to the office again. “Are you sure?”

“You won’t even know I’m here,” he said with a tight-lipped smile.

He stood there staring at you, not moving until you set your bag down. Once he was satisfied, he gave you a quick nod and turned on his heel out of your office. You knew it was probably your imagination, but you could have sworn he was half-running back to his office.

Higuruma vexed you. That was the only way you could put it. He was generally so kind, so ready to explain something, or to help you work out an argument. He never questioned when you needed time off, he never asked you to stay and work overtime. And being that handsome certainly didn’t hurt. All of this only made you more desperate to impress this man.

The only time he was ever anything other than a perfect gentleman was when you wore revealing clothing. You didn’t have evidence of anything, and it sounded insane even to you, so you hadn’t shared your suspicions, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that was the problem.

The first time it happened, a client had accidentally spilled coffee down the front of your dress, and you didn’t have time to run home and change before you needed to be in court. You had grabbed the spare set of clothes you kept in the bottom drawer of your desk and hoped for the best.

The clothes had been shuffled from one temporary legal job to the next while you were finding your footing after law school, and you’d never had occasion to use them before, so you weren’t terribly surprised to find them a little tight.

You had started eating more, now that you weren’t a literally starving law student. Your figure had filled out, and it showed when you tried to squeeze into the years-old pencil skirt and button down blouse, but you had no other choice. As you tried to secure one more button on the top, trying to retain some level of modesty, your breasts rebelled and you heard the button ping against the mirror.

You were assisting Higuruma in court that day, and immediately things started to go poorly. You had arrived at his office, your blouse undone a button below where it should have been, trying desperately to hide in your coworker’s blazer she’d let you borrow to try to cover yourself a little more effectively.

“You weren’t wearing that earlier,” he had blurted out, taking in the much tighter outfit you had appeared in.

“Sorry. Someone covered me in coffee and this was all I had,” you said with an apologetic wince.

“It’s fine,” he said, waving his hand and looking back down at the papers on his desk intently. “I’m just finishing something up. Can I meet you down by my car? The keys are in the pocket of my jacket just there.”

He didn’t even look up at you as he gestured to the coat rack where his suit jacket hung. You felt a little like you were being dismissed. You took the keys with a frown and made your way down to his car.

He appeared not even a minute later, making you wonder if he just didn’t want to be seen walking with you. He ignored you the whole ride to the court house. Okay, not really - he chatted with you, a little more stiffly than usual, but with a friendly tone. But he didn’t look at you once during the drive. You appreciated him keeping his eyes on the road, but this felt deliberate.

His cold behavior continued for the rest of the day. All throughout the hearing, when he was driving you to the station, all day, he only looked at you if he absolutely had to. The only thing you could think was that he was embarrassed to be seen with you looking like that.

You had returned to the office the next day in long, loose pants and a shapeless sweater, shame still lingering. You replaced your emergency clothes with ones that fit properly. Higuruma went back to being his normal self.

The second time you had noticed it was at the office Holiday party. Everyone had shown up in fun cocktail attire, and you had gotten so many compliments on your dress. Burgundy velvet, long sleeves, and an open neckline that showed off your shoulders without revealing too much cleavage. A happy medium of sexy and office appropriate, or so you’d thought.

After greeting Higuruma on the way in, you didn’t see him for the rest of the night. You had been hoping to chat with him - you were still relatively new and you wanted him to know you were up for any challenging cases he had to throw at you. But every time you’d spot him, in the time it took you to extricate yourself from the conversion you were in and make your way to where you’d spotted him, he was gone.

He had left the party early, and you had left feeling rejected. You couldn’t figure out what you’d done wrong. You could only hope that you could work your way back into his good graces before he decided to fire you.

Only, there was no need to work your way back into his good graces, as it turned out. He was at your desk first thing the next morning, explaining the new defense strategy he had cooked up, sounding hopeful about the case for the first time since he’d taken it on.

If twice is a coincidence and thrice is a pattern, today solidified your belief that it was clothing related. You frown, thinking about how kind you always thought Higuruma was. If he was going to act this way over some clothing, maybe he wasn’t worth putting in the effort to impress.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the smell of coffee drifting from down the hall. You had long finished the cup you brought from home and were craving another. Hesitantly, you made your way to the kitchen, unpleasantly surprised to find Higuruma had beaten you there.

You hesitated in the doorway, debating going in, but his dark eyes found you before you could make a decision.

“Oh, hello again,” he said mildly, immediately turning back to the cupboard. It was too fast to have not been intentional, but he tried to cover it up by opening the cabinet with the mugs, the ends of his slicked-back hair swaying slightly as he surveyed the sea of identical mugs. “I assume you’re here for coffee?”

Before you can answer he pours you a cup, gesturing to it, still not looking at you.

“Thank you.” You say it looking directly at him, hoping to leave him no choice but to finally look you in the eye. And he does, for a fleeting moment. You think you see heated red cheeks as he mumbles something about having work to do and breezes past you out of the kitchenette.

You frown down at the steaming mug in front of you. He didn’t have to like what you wore but he didn’t need to be so dismissive. You decide to have a little fun with him today. If you have to be in the office, and you have to deal with his attitude, at least you can make him squirm.

Around noon you headed down to his office. You’d hiked up your shorts a little, just enough that it was debatable if you’d done it on purpose or if they had just ridden up from walking. Your top was already cut fairly low, but you tugged it down anyway, allowing another inch of cleavage to peak through.

The door to his office was slightly ajar, but you knocked on the wood anyway, polite even when your ultimate goal was to torture him a little. A distracted, “Come in,” came from inside, so you pushed the door the rest of the way open.

“I was just going to order some lunch,” you began, leaning against the door frame casually, knowing the angle would make your legs appear longer. “Did you want anything?”

Your plan was working. When he finally glanced up from the document he’d been poring over, his face went a shade paler. His eyes were locked onto your legs, traveling up the length of them before he remembered himself and snapped them up to meet your gaze.

“I’m fine, thank you,” he replied in a clipped tone, immediately looking back down at his work.

“Are you sure? You really shouldn’t skip lunch.” You frowned, standing up straight and crossing your arms. You might have been toying with him, but you also spent a good part of your regular work day worrying about the man also. He was here early, always the last to leave, and you knew for a fact that he frequently skipped meals in favor of working on a case.

The genuine concern in your tone made him look back up at you curiously, in turn making you realize that you’d strayed from your original goal. You uncrossed your arms, breasts jiggling with the motion, drying up whatever retort Higuruma had lined up on his tongue.

“I brought lunch today, but I appreciate the offer. Feel free to charge it to the company account though, since you’re working on a Sunday.” His tone was polite, the offer kind, but it was clearly a dismissal. Again, his eyes immediately went back to studying the words on the page in front of him.

With a shrug you turned on your heel, not catching the way his eyes followed your ass as you walked away, or the way he shook his head in annoyance at himself after you had disappeared.

Around two, he saw a blur of movement as you left the office, the tell-tale ding of the elevator confirming his suspicions. He let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know how much longer he could be in the office with you looking like that.

Higuruma thought of himself as a good, ethical man. He was someone who always wanted what was just and fair to be done. He paid his parking tickets on time, he tipped 30% or more even when it wasn’t expected, he didn’t even jaywalk.

And he definitely didn’t hit on his subordinates. No matter how beautiful, or intelligent, or witty they were. No matter how kind they were, no matter how they fussed over him, no matter how much his cock twitched when he saw even an inch of skin he wasn’t expecting.

No, Higuruma would never make the first move, no matter how sure he was that you felt the same magnetic pull between you.

He was still thinking about you when the elevator dinged again, indicating someone’s arrival. He frowned - who would be coming in at this hour on a Sunday?

You.

You hadn’t left, apparently. You had just popped out to the corner store for a snack. In one hand you had a small plastic bag, heavy with a drink and what looked like a couple of onigiri. Your other hand was holding a popsicle up to your mouth.

He prayed that you’d just keep walking past his office, but god was not on his side today, it seemed.

“Here,” you said before putting the popsicle in your mouth, holding it there while you used your now free hand to rummage around in the bag. You produced an onigiri and tossed it at him. He barely managed to catch it, fumbling it a little in his hands. The label said it was spicy tuna, his favorite.

“What’s this for?” He asked, one eyebrow raised. He tried to keep his eyes on your face, which was hard when you were sucking on the popsicle that way. How many times had he imagined you looking at him with your mouth full of…

“For playing baseball,” you responded drily. “What do you think it’s for?”

“I told you, I was fine,” he protested, holding the food out to you uselessly.

“I know you didn’t actually bring lunch,” you said with a scowl. “Eat.”

While the popsicle was out of your mouth, it melted enough to send a drop of red syrup dripping onto your right breast. You swiped at it with a finger and popped the digit into your mouth, then you licked up the side of the popsicle where the errant drip had come from.

He’s not sure he’s ever been harder in his life.

“Thank you.” He said stiffly, suddenly very interested in the wrapper of the onigiri in his hand. “I have some work I need to finish up. Is there anything else?”

You scoffed quietly, and he almost broke and looked up at you, but he instead turned to pretend to rummage in his desk for something.

“No, that’s all Mr. Higuruma,” you replied, matching the formality and stiffness of his tone. He heard your angry footsteps retreat down the hall, only allowing himself to let out a sigh once he heard your door shut just a little too loudly. He put his head in his hands, aware that he had upset you somehow. He had been too focused on not showing his attraction to you, not letting you in on his shameful secret, that he completely missed whatever he might have done to deserve such a reaction.

He’d have to talk to you later, but right now he needed to get his emotions and his dick under control.

You’d had a shockingly productive day, all things considered.

Really, you had thrown yourself into your work to try and forget about Higuruma making you feel… well, you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was you were feeling. At first you thought it was just anger at his dismissive behavior, but under the anger was deep embarrassment. It was the sting of romantic rejection, something you hadn’t considered when you started this little game.

You were attracted to him. You had always been able to admit that. But he was a good man, you thought, far too good to ever do something as scandalous as date an employee. Part of you had maybe hoped that it wasn’t anger but attraction on his part too that made him act so odd around you sometimes.

But you’d proven to yourself once and for all that it was, at the end of the day, disgust and annoyance with you as a person. You could continue to be professional - you were an adult, you had learned how to compartmentalize. But maybe you needed to keep your distance for a while.

This is how you ended up sitting in your office at 7 p.m., sun sinking slowly, casting your office in a wash of orange. You’d wrapped up everything you wanted to do plus a little extra in the hopes of avoiding Higuruma on your way out. You hadn’t heard him leave yet, but surely he had to be gone by now.

As it turned out, you had no such luck.

Two soft knocks sounded from the door. You lifted your head from where you’d had it resting on your arms as you tried to gather the strength to get up and brave the outside world. Higuruma was peering at you through the window to the side of your door, brow creased with concern.

“Come in,” you croaked out, throat sore from holding back tears. You refused to cry at the office.

“Are you alright?” He was talking before he had even taken a step into the office, walking toward you.

“I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache,” you lied, unable to hide the exhaustion in your voice.

“You should go home,” he pressed, hovering a few feet away from your desk, hands lifted like he wanted to help, but they dangled there uselessly as he realized he didn’t know how.

“I will. Did you need something?” You didn’t mean to be so short with him, but he was the last person on earth you wanted to talk to right now.

“No, I just…” He started a sentence, then paused, studying your face. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. When he opened them, his dark irises were fixed on yours in determination. “I feel like I upset you earlier, and I wanted to come and apologize.”

“No apology necessary, Mr. Higuruma. You haven’t done anything to upset me.” Another lie, bitter as it rolled off your tongue.

He said nothing, but continued staring at you, as if waiting for you to reveal the truth. You couldn’t stand to hold his gaze, your eyes shooting down to the documents in front of you. You started to rearrange the papers on your desk, just to have something to do with your hands, praying he didn’t notice your fingers shaking as you did.

He stepped forward, hands now moving with purpose to take the papers from you and set them down, forcing you to look up at him again.

“Please tell me what I’ve done wrong,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me. I’m willing to learn, I promise.”

“You want the truth?” You asked defiantly, suddenly ready to teach him the meaning of the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for.’

“Please,” he repeated. His melancholy gaze stayed on your face, giving him the appearance of a hound dog trying to understand why its master was angry.

“You need to get over whatever your hangup is with revealing outfits,” you said, crossing your arms, now meeting his stare with intensity he hadn’t expected. “It sucks that you treat me one way when I’m dressed modestly and another way when I dare to have a little more skin showing.”

“Is that… is that what you think it is?” He asked, suddenly a little amused. He had come in here ready to be scolded for ogling you, for making you uncomfortable with his obvious and unwanted attraction.

What a fascinating turn.

“Well… what else could it be?” You asked, scrunching your brows together in confusion.

“Let me put it to you this way,” Higuruma began softly, a half-smile playing around his lips. “Have you seen what Lisa the receptionist considers work appropriate?”

You cringed internally at the thought. Lisa, the receptionist who apparently didn’t need to sleep at all. She regaled you all with her tales of weeknight clubbing, and her taste in clothes showed it. Her skirts were short, her heels were high, and if she wasn’t showing cleavage, you could safely assume that it was because of hickies she didn’t want anyone to see (though she would absolutely show you without prompting if you had the misfortune of being in the bathroom with her at the same time).

“I mean, she looks fantastic,” you argued weakly, understanding where this was going.

“She does,” he agreed. “Have you ever seen me treat her differently because of what she was wearing?”

“Well… No,” you admitted, feeling your case fall apart in your hands.

“So why would you think that I’d treat you any differently?” He asked, still trying to get to the root of your anger.

“Because you do! Because whenever I wear something even slightly more scandalous than a pantsuit, you ignore me! It’s like I’m not even there!” Traitorous tears gathered along your lashline, threatening to spill down your cheeks. “Is it because you just don’t like me personally? Is it something I’ve done?” You voice wavered, breaking on the last word.

“Oh dear,” Higuruma said, mostly to himself, it seemed. “I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?”

“What are you talking about?” You sniffled, resisting the urge to grab a tissue. Somehow that felt like one pathetic step too far.

He said your name with a quiet fondness you hadn’t been expecting. “It’s not anything you’ve done, and it’s not your clothes. It’s my fault. I’ve been worse at hiding my feelings than I thought, it seems.”

“What do you mean?” You insisted. “If it’s not the clothes, what is it?”

He made his way around your desk, kneeling down penitently in front of you on the floor. He looked up at you with a sad smile. “Forgive me. In trying to conceal my attraction to you, it seems I’ve been terribly rude.”

Your ears fill with the sound of your own blood rushing through your veins, so loud that you almost miss what he says next.

“I completely understand if you don’t want to work with me any longer. I can rearrange the cases and make sure you don’t have to work on mine. I’ll keep my distance.” His gaze falls to the floor, shoulders following downward as he finishes.

“Higuruma,” you say breathlessly, hoping he’ll look up at you again. When he doesn’t, you lean forward in your chair, hands cupping his cheeks and making him look. There’s fear and longing and sadness all mixed together in his expression. His under eye circles even seem to have darkened in the time it took him to make his confession.

But there’s also kindness in those eyes. A desire to do what’s best for you and everyone else, no matter the personal cost to him. His proud nose casts a shadow on his face, half of it warmed by the golden light creeping through the window. He looked like a painting, a portrait of a man burning with desire just under a placid surface.

“What if I don’t want you to keep your distance?”

It’s a simple question. He has a law degree. But still he can’t quite parse what you’re saying. His brain short circuited the minute you put your hands on his face.

“What does that mean?” He whispered.

“It means…” You pause, carefully considering your words. “It means that maybe what got me so upset earlier was the idea that you would never want me the way I want you, Hiromi.”

Just as he thought he was getting his feet back under him, you’ve knocked them out again. It’s not just the idea that you want him too - he’d never heard you say his first name before. He’d never even allowed himself to imagine it. The way your tongue wrapped around it, tasting the syllables for the first time had him ready to combust.

“Say that again. Please.” He was breathless already, face warming under your palms.

“I want you,” you repeated, your gaze moving between his eyes and his lips, like you couldn’t decide where to look.

“Say it properly,” he begged, hands reaching up to take your face in his hands.

It took you a moment to understand the request, distracted by the way his thumbs rubbed against the apples of your cheeks. You were leaning down in your chair, and he was sitting tall on his knees, your lips mere inches apart.

But you got there eventually. “I want you, Hiromi,” you said again, both of you already moving to close that final distance.

The kiss was better than you ever could have fantasized about. His lips were warm and soft, immediately parting against yours desperately. His hold on you was firm, clutching you close. Your right hand migrated to the back of his head, digging into the dark hair there and pulling him closer.

His tongue darted out, swiping your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You sighed into the kiss, allowing him to push his tongue further, moving against your tongue like it was the last time he’d ever kiss someone.

You broke apart breathlessly, cheeks aflame. Your lips shone with a mix of your saliva and his, making him kiss you again and again, unable to stop himself now that he knew you wanted this too.

Your hands tugged desperately at his shoulders, pulling him to you. You made to kneel down on the ground with him, eager for more, but he stopped you. You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him he’d tortured you this long, he could kiss you for another few minutes, but one look from him silenced you.

“Sit on the desk,” he commanded. You followed his directions, pushing aside your carefully-sorted piles haphazardly. He stood up and took his place between your parted thighs, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to the very edge of the desk. You could feel his cock behind his trousers, hard as iron, pressing between your legs. You both gasped at the contact. The bike shorts might as well not have been there, for all they did to shield you from the blinding pleasure as he rutted against you desperately.

He leaned over you, caging you in, making you recline on your elbows as he continued to kiss you stupid. Breaths were taken in gasps, or while pressing your lips against each other’s necks, hot breath tickling sensitive hairs and sending you both into a frenzy all over again.

Hiromi broke the cycle, kissing down your neck, pulling the tanktop down to expose one perfect breast to him. He had never been a greedy man, never taking more than he needed at one time. His tongue flattened against your nipple, dragging slowly upward until the tip just caught on your hardening bud. He flicked his tongue with practiced ease, both of your nipples immediately standing at full attention, a fact he confirmed with his nimble fingers, tweaking the flesh beneath the thin top.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward in a satisfied smile. He knew he should stop. He’d gotten what he wanted. What if someone came in? What if there were cameras watching this whole thing? You had all the time in the world for this, why not wait until he could get you in private?

It wasn’t enough, he realized. He didn’t just need you here and now. He needed you to know you were his and he was yours. He needed to make up for lost time and avoidable heartache at his hand.

He had never been a greedy man, but you made him want to be. And now he needed to atone for his deadly sins.

He abandoned your breasts, both now popping out of the top of your shirt, slick with his spit, bruises blooming in the shape of his mouth against your soft skin. He began his descent again, sinking to his knees once more. He kissed along your ribs, pushing your shirt out of the way so he could mouth at the soft plush of your stomach, kissing and licking in a straight line from your naval down, down down.

He was tantalizingly close to his goal. Just as his lips were about to make contact with the outline of your pussy against the shorts, you stopped him with two hands in his hair.

“Wait,” you said breathlessly, gasping for air. Your head was spinning with desire, but not so much that you’d lost all sense.

“What is it? Do you not want this?” He panicked, standing up and taking a step back, hands up as a show of no ill intentions.

“No, I do,” you reassured him. “Very much so. But um, these shorts aren’t super breathable.”

He knew there was a reason you were bringing this up, but his mind was blank, focused solely on how he’d almost gotten to taste you after endless months of fisting his cock to mere fantasies. His face contorted with confusion, head cocking to the side as he tried to puzzle out your protest. You’d need to spell it out for him.

“I mean,” you started, cheeks flaring with color. “That I’m probably kind of sweaty down there. We can do that another time, I still want to do other-”

He cut you off mid-sentence with a relieved chuckle moving toward you once more. “That’s what you’re worried about? I thought you’d changed your mind.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he silenced you with a dizzying kiss, making you forget what you were going to say entirely.

“I’ve been thinking about you for too long,” he whispered, lips moving down your cheek and toward your ear to finish his thought. “Do you really think I’m going to let a little perspiration stop me?”

With that he slid one hand to the waistband of your shorts, pressing his palm flat against your belly. Just the very tips of his fingers dipped beneath the elastic. His eyes searched your face for any hesitation. Instead he found flushed cheeks, wide-eyed adoration, and a small nod.

He wasted no more time, pushing his hand under your shorts and panties, long middle finger immediately finding your clit and massaging it experimentally. You moaned loudly, head thrown back as he finally touched you where you’d been dreaming about. He sunk his hand down lower, fingertips just curling upward to brush at your entrance. You squirmed, hands gripping at his lapels as he leaned over you, teasing you, leaving sloppy kisses wherever his mouth could reach.

“Hiromi,” you panted, embarrassed at how tightly wound you were with so little foreplay.

Understanding the need lacing your tone, he removed his hand from your shorts, earning him a little whine of protest.

“Shhh,” he hushed you softly, lips pressing featherlight kisses to your neck as he peeled your shorts down, panties coming along for the ride. “Let me take care of you.”

He knelt before you again, taking a moment to palm his aching cock through his trousers, readjusting to give himself some kind of relief. Your knees had fallen shyly closed, afraid he might be able to see how a second heartbeat was now throbbing between your legs.

When he looked back up at you and noticed your embarrassment, he tsked quietly under his breath, bringing his palms up to the outside of your knees, caressing the skin there tenderly before moving them to your inner thighs. You provided no resistance as he pried your legs apart, enraptured by his face. He looked like he was opening a present.

His gaze fell to the sticky sheen between your thighs, pink tongue darting out involuntarily to wet his lips. He blew gently on your exposed cunt, savoring the way you twitched sensitively at the slightest stimulation. In a great show of willpower, he wrenched his eyes away from the heaven that awaited him between your thighs, focusing on your face. His breathing was shallow, hair mussed, pupils blown wide, the tips of his ears burning red.

With shaking hands, he grabbed the end of his tie, stuffing it between the fourth and fifth buttons on his shirt. You’d seen him do it countless times at lunch but you’d never thought of it in such a filthy context.

“I have never meant this more sincerely,” he began earnestly. You half expected some new confession, head dizzy with the possibilities. But his wet lips broke into a wicked grin as he finished his thought: “Itadakimasu.”

Humbly I receive.

You hadn’t finished processing the absolute filth that just came out of his mouth when his tongue met your clit. Like when he started on your nipples, his tongue was flat as it dragged slowly up your slit. You swear you’re so sensitive you can feel every ridge of every taste bud as he continues his slow lick.

And then the tip of his tongue is flicking upward, pushing your clit around in its hood. There’s no one else in the office, but you’re worried the moan you let out will reverberate off the walls for days, letting everyone know what you were doing in here with your boss.

He continues his assault with vigor. His tongue is everywhere, never staying in one place long enough to get used to it. He prods at your entrance, slipping just the tip of his tongue into your squeezing hole. Then he’s sucking your clit into his mouth, shaking his head back and forth, up and down as you come apart on the desk above him.

It’s all you can do to clutch onto his hair. He goes down to lick up the wetness creeping down, threatening to drip onto the desk, in the process catching the hooked tip of his nose on your sensitive button. One hand gripped the edge of the desk, the other holding him in place as you try not to cum immediately.

Hiromi could feel you holding back. “Don’t be stubborn,” he said, pulling away for a moment to kiss your thighs, smearing wetness all over them.

“You hurt my feelings,” you panted back. “Made me feel like I did something wrong. You’re going to have to work harder than that.”

In truth, you weren’t sure you could handle more before you imploded from pleasure. But the smirk he gave you from between your legs, the determination that hardened his eyes, they made you want to try to hold out just a little longer.

“Your wish is my command,” he said with a shrug.

His hands, which had been wrapped tenderly around your thighs as he devoured you, suddenly changed positions. He pushed one thigh open abruptly, spreading you for him even further. His other hand had come up to his mouth. He slowly put his middle and ring fingers in his mouth, withdrawing them and holding them up so you could admire the orange light reflecting off of his spit-slick fingers.

He kept his eyes fixed on yours as he lowered his fingers to your waiting pussy, burying them to the knuckle in your warmth. Your teeth sank into your lower lip, trying hard not to be the first to break eye contact. He moved his fingers in and out slowly a few times.

Suddenly he curved his fingers upward, pressing on a spongy spot that had you seeing stars. Your head shot back, eyes closed, arching into his touch. He chuckled before lowering his head again, sucking your clit into his mouth, fingers still assaulting you from the inside.

It was all too much. You tried to say his name, but all that came out was a broken cry as heat pooled in your belly. You felt like a star collapsing in on itself under its own weight, the overwhelming pleasure condensing into a single spot. And then, like all dying stars, you were reborn. The warmth spread back out to your limbs as you trembled against him, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as he worked you through each wave of your orgasm.

When you were done, he removed his fingers, standing up to kiss you once again. His clean hand found the back of your head, urging you to taste yourself on his lips.

“I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” you panted raggedly, resting your forehead against his.

He nuzzled his nose gently against the side of yours. “Always happy to be of service.”

Having caught your breath, your hand reached down between his legs, eyebrows shooting up at the generous bulge. Experimentally, you rubbed his erection. He bucked his hips into your touch, groaning and clutching at your hips.

“It’s your turn,” you whisper seductively, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I need to be inside you,” he said bluntly, desperation barely contained. “Please.”

“Then why are you still wearing those?”

He needed no further instruction, kicking his shoes off, along with his black pants and the underwear beneath.

“Oh my god,” you gasped involuntarily.

“What?” Hiromi asked with a frown, looking down at his exposed member. He examined it, wondering what was wrong.

“It’s… Hiromi, you’re beautiful,” you responded, eyes sparkling. Your tone was sincere, full of wonder. You felt lucky that you got to see him like that,l.

“Stop that,” he said. The sunset had now shifted to soft pink hues, making it impossible to tell if he was blushing.

“I mean it,” you insisted. You reached a hand out, taking hold of him and gently pulling him closer to you. He followed without complaint. There was a faint, wet squelch as his fat head slid against the wetness that had only grown between your legs, and you moaned in unison.

“Don’t tease,” he gasped.

You were rocking your hips shallowly, passing the sensitive underside of his tip over your clit over and over again. He bit down on the inside of his cheek hard, hoping the pain would distract him and keep him from spilling all over your mound. He couldn’t stand the embarrassment of cumming before he’d even gotten inside you.

“Need you, Hiromi. Please.” You pleaded with him as if it wasn’t your fingertips keeping him pressed against you just so, like you weren’t the one torturing both of you.

“C-condom?” He asked. Even as his hand batted yours away, lining himself up against you, his final neuron reminded him of the very real possibility of pregnancy and disease.

“I need to feel you,” you gasped. “Please. I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone since my last screening and it was clear. Hiromi I need you to fuck me right now, please, just-”

One second you were begging for him, the next you were so full you thought you might burst. He had seated himself inside of you in one fluid motion, his mouth and fingers having prepared the way. Even so, there was a foreign stretch, stinging and delicious, that you’d missed after all these months alone.

“Hiromi,” you whined, grabbing onto his arms. They were planted on the desk, supporting his weight as he tried to process the feeling of finally being inside of you. You looked down at where you met, the thick thatch of hair on his pelvis just pressing against your clit. You knew that if you rocked your hips just a little, you could grind on it and-

“Stop.” The word came out through gritted teeth. “Unless you want this to be over very quickly, just… give me a second.”

You warmed with pride at the reminder of what it was like to feel wanted. Maybe the light of the sinking sun had you seeing la vie en rose, but every part of Hiromi’s body showed how much he ached for you.

You saw it in the clenching muscle of his jaw, working overtime as he struggled to contain himself. You saw it in the indents in your thighs where his fingers dug in, desperate to keep a hold on you and his sanity. You saw it in his soft belly, tensing with the effort of keeping his hips still inside of you. To be so wholly desired by him after convincing yourself he hated you, it was almost better than any pleasure he could offer you.

And then he started moving his hips.

He started slowly at first, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in. Like waves on the sea, his movements were steady and consistent. Each stroke came with a crash of hips, pleasure spreading over your bodies like fine ocean mist.

You looked up at him, kiss-bitten lips hanging wide in a soundless moan, too overwhelmed to even make a sound. Your eyes were big and wet, silently pleading with him to keep going. You spread your legs wider, bucking your hips up weakly against his, taking him even deeper.

Something in him snapped and he pushed all the way in, deeper than you even thought possible. From this position, he draped your legs over his arms, hands slipping around your back to hold you by your waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding yourself up for him. He gave your waist one last gentle squeeze before he started fucking you in earnest.

He was pistoning his hips against yours, in and out, in and out. He was only pulling back a few inches, but you were angled in such a way that every time he slammed back into you, he brushed against that sweet spot deep inside of you. He pushed a series of staccato little moans out of you, or maybe it was one long moan broken up as he drove the air from your lungs with every snap of his hips.

“Baby, I’m so close,” you whined breathlessly, one hand coming between the two of you to play with your clit, hoping to get you the rest of the way there before he finished.

“I told you to let me take care of you,” he said in faux annoyance, batting your hand away. He licked his thumb, as though you were lacking in lubrication, and lowered it, drawing tight, fast circles against your clit.

Instantly you tightened around him, sucking him in even deeper as you moaned and writhed.

“Oh god. I’m gonna cum. Please come with me, Hiromi, please. Please.” You continued to babble as you finished, just barely keeping your eyes open long enough to watch Hiromi’s face as he followed you off the cliff. He pumped deep into you several more times, spilling his seed against your cervix, twitching over and over again until he was spent.

When he could think again, he pulled you close for a kiss, barely containing a hiss at the overstimulation at the movement. You kissed him back with teeth and tongue and passion.

“Still think I hate you?” He asked as he broke away, smiling in happiness and exhaustion.

“Jury’s still out on that one,” you replied with a sniff. “I think you still have to prove to me beyond a reasonable doubt that you like me.”

“I need a short recess, but I’m happy to give you another oral argument. Plead my case a little more.” He pulled out of you, ready to kneel again and clean up the mess he made. Anything to prove to you that he was serious.

“I think the defense also needs to rest,” you laughed, wiping sweat from your brow. “Can I ask one favor, though?”

“Absolutely anything,” he replied, planting several kisses on your forehead as you giggled.

“Can you give me a ride home? I know it’s out of your way, but I don’t really want to take public transportation like this.” You gestured down to your thighs, still sticky with your combined efforts, and your shorts, which would surely show such a wet stain. You smiled up at him bashfully, working your lip nervously between your teeth.

“I was offering to lick my cum out of you and you’re worried I’m going to say no to giving you a ride home because it’s a little out of my way?” He asked with a chuckle.

“On second thought, I’ll take my chances,” you responded, blushing furiously.

“Hey, come on. Surely you don’t still have doubts after what we just did?” He leaned in close again, pressing his lips to your forehead as you burned with embarrassment.

“Everything just changed so fast,” you murmured, closing your eyes and basking in his touch. “I don’t know what we are. I don’t want you to think you owe me anything.”

“I think at the very least I owe you a ride home and a warm meal,” he began, pulling away and producing a handkerchief from the inner pocked of his suit jacket. He wiped away the worst of the mess covering your inner thighs. He let himself be selfish, savoring the sight of his cum leaking out of you for a brief moment before continuing to dress you, pulling up your underwear and shorts with a tenderness that made your stomach flip.

He stepped aside to allow you to stand, folding the handkerchief and using the clean side to (begrudgingly) wipe away the remnants of your arousal that still stuck to his fingers and face. With clean hands, he pulled up his own pants, securing the buckle before turning to ask if you were ready to go.

The question died in his throat as he appraised you. Your hair was tousled, shirt still askew, and he could see the wet spot forming between your legs where he was dripping out of you. His cock sprang back to life at a speed he hadn’t known since he was much younger.

“I was serious, you know,” he said throatily, the sultry tone causing you to freeze in place. You looked at his face, then followed his eyes between your legs where the fabric darkened with moisture. “Let me clean you up before we go.”

“Hiromi,” you chastised him unconvincingly, your sore, sensitive cunt already pulsing again between your legs, begging you to give in to this wild man’s demands.

“Fine, fine,” he said sulkily, turning away from you to regain his composure. He knew his erection wouldn’t subside, not as long as you were within ten feet of him, but he could at least get himself a little more under control. He smoothed his hair back, keeping the tremor out of his voice through sheer willpower when he spoke again. “I would like to alter the list of things I owe you, though.”

“You don’t owe me anything, you silly man. I told you that,” you laughed, swatting at his arm as you passed him on the way to the door. “But go on.”

He grabbed your arm, turning you back toward him. In the same motion, he moved forward, pushing you back against the closed door. His chest was flush against yours, his still-hard cock pressing dangerously against your belly.

“I owe you a ride home.” He kissed your forehead. “I owe you a warm meal.” He kissed your cheek, then moved his lips next to your ear. “And I owe you at least one more orgasm.” He sunk his teeth into your earlobe, relishing then whine you couldn’t keep contained.

“Absolutely filthy,” you groaned, pressing the back of your head against the door. “No use arguing with a lawyer like you, I suppose?”

“None at all, I’m afraid,” he said with a genuine smile, pressing his lips to yours one final time before opening the door, taking your hand, and pulling you toward the elevator like a giddy schoolboy.

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deantfwinchester · 5 days ago

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Gingerly

Pairing: No-Outbreak!AU, Joel x Teacher!Reader, same timeline

This one is set not long before the events of "A New Chapter" - before Reader & Sarah pick out Halloween costumes :)

Summary: Early mornings in the first trimester present a new set of challenges for the growing Miller family. Joel does his best to find remedies for their dilemma.

Warnings: pregnancy, so many euphemisms for vomit, so beware

A/N: this one isn't very long. it's lowkey a prequel to the one I'm posting next. Very similar stories at two different points in their lives. <3

Word Count: 1.8k.

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You’re spending longer than usual this morning hugging the porcelain. It didn’t take long after discovering your pregnancy for the morning sickness to kick in, and it’s a killer. This is happening more often than you’d like, but at least it’s over pretty quickly most days — just a little eviction of last night’s dinner to make room for breakfast, apparently. Isn’t this kid supposed to make you hungrier? What’s their deal?

Today’s a little different, and you’re left retching long enough to impact your punctuality to work. Gotta send a text to some coworkers to get your class covered. You hate it, but it’s not exactly a willpower game at this point — this kid wants all of yesterday’s food GONE, but your stomach is putting up a fight. Unfortunately, you’re the one losing.

Joel’s wandering anxiously in and out of the bathroom, worrying like hell. He’s going back and forth between sitting with you and rubbing your back —he’d pulled your hair up for you after the first evacuation — and checking on Sarah, making sure she gets ready for school. He’d hovered for a while until the two of you heard Sarah come downstairs, and you insisted he go get her some breakfast, just please don’t tell you what it is. He’s in and out as Sarah eats, and she pops in to check on you and tell you she made him sit down for a minute and eat something too. You shoot her the most grateful smile you can muster on the green-around-the-gills visage you’re sporting at the moment. He’s got a full day ahead as well, and you’d been worrying right back… from your position on the bathroom tile, at least.

When they’ve both finished breakfast, Joel returns to your side, waiting until the last possible second to leave before Sarah’s late for school. You assure him it’s not a big deal, you’ll be okay in a little while. He knows this, and that it’s normal, but it breaks his heart to leave you there on the floor.

“How ‘bout I drop Sarah off and come right back? Tommy can get everybody started at the site, and I’ll just stay long enough to get you to work,” he questions, placing the back of his hand to your cheek to check your temperature again “just to make sure that’s all it is!” before sighing and tucking some loose hair behind your ear. You shake your head slowly, trying to minimize the nausea.

“There’s not really anything for you to do, sweetie. As much as having you here with me afterward makes me feel better, we can’t both be late to work every day for the next month. Maybe longer than that. I’ll probably be fine by the time you get back anyway. Just be a wasted trip.” You huff at the end, hoping the nausea is reaching its end for this morning and you can get up and get ready to leave.

Joel looks at you with a pained expression and cringes at the word month. Just seeing you dealing with this the last few weeks has been agonizing for him — he doesn’t even want to imagine how it feels.

“No such thing as a wasted trip when it comes to you, darlin’. ‘S my job, you know that,” he responds, with a sympathetic smile, and continues before you can rebut. “But alright, I’m goin’. Promise you’ll text me if you’re feelin’ any worse?,” he lifts a pinky to you, and you hook yours right back, turning your cheek when he tries to kiss your lips. You chuckle at his disappointment when his own lips meet your cheek.

“Gross, you do not wanna kiss me right now,” you laugh through. He begs to differ but understands your reluctance. He tells you to hang tight for just a minute before he finally leaves, and returns with an armful of supplies. Next to you on the floor are a water bottle, some plain crackers, some tylenol, and something with bubbles to settle your stomach.

He asks you to “please try and eat a little somethin’ before you leave, baby”, to which you nod and assure him you’ll do your best, trying to get him satisfied as possible and light a fire under him before Sarah’s late for school. He bends down, kisses the top of your head, squeezes your shoulder, and heads out the door to meet Sarah in his truck.

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Joel's texting to check on you around the time you get off the floor. You’re nibbling the crackers he left and trying small sips of water like he asked — which he’s reminded you of again — but you’re struggling with it. He calls you as you’re packing your things to leave.

“Hey sweetheart, how you feelin’? Get any of those crackers down for me?” he inquires.

“I’m fine, just about to leave. I ate a couple of them, and I’ll bring them with me,” you respond, trying and failing to keep the exhaustion from your voice. He pauses for a moment.

“Level with me, baby. You don’t sound up for it, you sure we don’t need to talk to the doctor? I can come home, we can go today, I’ll just—” but you cut him off before he can spiral any further.

“Joel. You’re sweet, and I know you’re worried, but it’s not any worse than normal. It’s just sticking around longer today. Yes, I’m still a little,,, blech,,, but it’ll be gone in a bit. I’ll make some tea before I leave, that’ll help,” you affirm. He lets out a sigh that tells you he’s not convinced, but resigned to the fact you’re going to work regardless. Soon enough, he arrives at the site and asks you to keep him updated, which you promise and wish him a good day and an “i love you” to get you both through the day.

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You get to work right before the switch to 2nd period, still not feeling great, but stable enough to drive there safely and get your kids started on something to keep them busy. Today’s a good day for a documentary, a worksheet, and a dark classroom. The kids will thank you for it anyway, but somehow still need something every three minutes. That’s at least one thing that won’t be unfamiliar when the baby arrives — even though you have high schoolers.

You shoot Joel a text, letting him know you got to work okay, and that you’ve chosen something to help you take it (slightly) easy today. You hope this message will ease his mind so he can get back to work as well.

Joel responds with a brief message in the affirmative, but he’s still worried sick. He’s seen you deal with this each day for the last couple of weeks, but this morning your voice was shaking and your face was ashen. What if this isn’t just today? What if it’s getting worse? He's afraid you’ll end up dehydrated or won’t bother to eat enough at work. You struggle with remembering lunch on days you feel good, he knows you won’t even bother today, and it’s eating at him while he works.

He decides to surprise you at lunch time with something filling that won’t upset your stomach, and that’ll entice you to eat. He wants to make sure you’re fed today, and that there are some more options at the ready — for your sake and his own. He does a little research and stops by the grocery store to grab an array of plain foods and a bunch of liquids. By the time he leaves there are multiple types of crackers in tow, applesauce packets, a few bone broths, some of your favorite juices and teas, a bag of ginger candies plus a jar of ginger gummy vitamins, and more. He’s no technology wiz, but the man can google up a storm when the need arises.

He rolls up to your classroom’s back door when he knows it’s time for lunch and texts you, grabbing his things and stepping out of the truck to meet you. You walk out to find him with a big bottle of cold gatorade and a takeout bag hanging from his fingers. You muse that the pretty big gatorade bottle looks normal-sized in Joel's large, gentle hands. You don’t even take anything from his grasp before you lean forward into his chest and wrap your arms around his waist. He smiles, and wordlessly puts his chin atop your head before wrapping his free arm around you, rubbing lightly up and down your back.

Neither of you has to say a word for him to tell you’re still not feeling 100%, and he’s whispering sweet things while you stand there in his embrace. You hide your face in his chest trying to quell your tears before they start. You know him well enough that this gesture doesn’t exactly surprise you, but he’s so thoughtful that his kindness moves you every damn time. It’s not something you ever felt before Joel, but he’ll never stop trying to get you accustomed, and you know that.

You look up at Joel like he hung the moon, memorizing every warm shade in his bright eyes, hoping your own reflect the appreciation and admiration dancing in your chest. He holds you tight and sits you in the passenger seat of the truck before pulling out the takeout boxes and cracking open your gatorade. The cool, lightly-flavored liquid soothes you in a way water hasn’t quite accomplished today — doesn’t even matter that neither of you knows what “Glacier Freeze” means, it’s effective.

You lean against his shoulder while you both eat lunch, talking to each other and the baby. Joel laughs and praises you for putting on a movie for your kids before recounting the events of his morning. He shares everything he learned from his research, and even more he heard at the grocery store from a couple of older women who saw him contemplating the ginger options by the prenatal vitamins. You imagine him staring intently at bottles in the pregnancy aisle of the Health & Beauty section and laugh, thinking of how his concentration and concern would’ve made the old ladies he spoke to melt. You’re surprised he didn’t get a cheek pinched at this rate.

You sit together until the school bell breaks your reverie and you have to kiss him goodbye. He hands you an already prepped ziploc baggie of even more shelf-stable snacks he bought to keep in your desk to settle your stomach as needed. You grin at him again, shaking your head.

“Joel, this is too much trouble. I can’t believe you did all of this just this morning!” you exclaim, before he scoffs and responds.

“I told you — no such thing as a wasted trip for you, baby.”

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archived-junkissed · 2 years ago

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best boyfriend ever

member — seungkwan x gn reader genre — fluff word count — 750 synopsis — seungkwan takes care of you when you're sick warnings — mentions of nausea/other sick things (not super descriptive), seungkwan is the cutest and most caring boyfriend notes — requested by 🧸 anon — hope you feel better soon!!

one reblog = one lime gatorade seungkwan will give you

“baby, you have to take your temperature. please?”

you’re laying in bed, laptop propped up on the side table and playing the most recent episode of the show you’re watching. the only good thing about being sick is that even though you’re in a constant state of aches and pains, at least you can use the time to catch up on your favorite series.

despite being nauseous and dizzy 24/7, the downtime is actually a nice break from your responsibilities. but that doesn’t stop you from trying anyway; what’s even worse than feeling sick, is feeling unproductive.

you had almost made it to work today, but seungkwan managed to catch you before you could walk out the door, bundled up in layers and layers of coats and jackets but not wearing any shoes.

he just gently steered you back into bed, cooing about how you’d freeze and make yourself even sicker and that your boss could find somebody to cover for you for another day.

“i don’t want to, kwannie,” you sniffle through a stuffy nose. “it’s not like the fever is gonna go down anytime soon.”

he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. “yes, but we still have to make sure it doesn’t go up. i don’t wanna have to take you to the hospital.”

“you wouldn’t even take me to the hospital? that’s so mean. worst boyfriend ever.”

“if you weren’t so sick i might actually be offended,” he huffs, holding out the thermometer to you. “now will you open up for me please? at least let me do it for you. just sixty seconds, that’s all i need. then i’ll bring you more gatorade, how about that?”

“mm, gatorade,” you murmur, more to yourself than to him. with a lot of effort you roll onto your other side so you can face him. “i thought i drank the last one yesterday, though?”

“i bought more.”

“the lime flavor i like?”

“mhm. got the big pack, too.”

“yay!” you say with a weak smile. you give in and open your mouth for him, the promise of something yummy to drink enough to bribe you into letting him take your temperature.

he carefully sticks the tip of the thermometer under your tongue, holding it in place for you. you let your eyes fall shut while you wait, suddenly growing tired. and before you know it the little plastic stick in your mouth is beeping, signaling that it’s done.

you slowly pry your eyes open, eyes fixed on seungkwan’s face as he checks the display. sometimes you forget how pretty he is, and it’s not the first time he’s caught you staring for longer than you should. his soft skin seems to glow, even despite the curtains being closed to block out the sunlight because it gives you a headache.

“only 100.8°,” he says, breaking your trance as he turns the thermometer around to show you. “lucky you, no hospital for you today.”

you hum in response and close your eyes again, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

now it’s seungkwan’s turn to watch you, gently brushing away the hair that’s fallen across your face. “are you getting tired, baby?”

you sigh, coughing a little. “maybe.”

he smiles fondly, but you don’t see it with your eyes closed. “alright. call me when you wake up again, okay, sweetheart? i’ll make you some soup when you get hungry.”

you mumble again and settle into bed as seungkwan fixes the sheets around you, smoothing down the blankets and picking up the extra pillow that had fallen onto the floor. finally he shuts your laptop for you, pausing your episode for later so you don’t miss anything, because he knows you’d be upset if you lost your place and had to go back and find where you left off.

he leans down and presses a little kiss to your forehead, watching your eyelashes flutter for a moment before he stands up and starts to walk away.

“seungkwan?” you call out softly, and he stops immediately, turning around.

“yeah?”

there’s a pause. “i love you.”

“i love you, too,” he replies, the smile on his face growing.

“i’m sorry i said you were the worst boyfriend ever. i didn’t mean it. you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

he shakes his head, already knowing you didn’t mean it and trying his best not to laugh at your sweet apology. “thank you, sweetheart. i love you, too,” he repeats.

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stardust-goddess · 1 year ago

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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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abiiors · 1 year ago

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sick days 💊 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 9

a/n: based very much on the irl bf who immediately turns into a sickly, dying victorian man whenever he has the sniffles cw: medication i guess, but other than that just fluff wc: 900

george giggles at another sneeze and promptly shuts up when you glare at him. today has not been a good day, your whole body hurts, nose runny and red and your throat feels like you’ve swallowed glass.

“george,” you whine, struggling to scold him. the warm tea in your hands has done very little to soothe your throat.

he presses his lips together in an attempt to stop the grin but it’s futile, the smile slips anyway. george, doting and loving boyfriend that he is, has spent the past ten minutes giggling at your red nose, even going so far as to calling you rudolf. he claims it’s affectionate. you settle for giving him one final warning glare before closing your eyes and trying to block out the world, desperately wishing for this terrible day to end.

“aww, my sick baby,” he coos, scooting closer. seconds later, you feel a tiny kiss on your forehead and despite the discomfort you give him a small smile.

teasing aside, he has been very caring—bringing you warm soup for lunch and making you tea as often as you ask for it. he’s checked your temperature every hour even when it’s not necessary because you barely have a fever. he even did a chemist run to get more paracetamol, lemsip and some ice cream.

all in all, his teasing really is affectionate. so when he gets in bed next to you, pulling you into his chest for a cuddle, you don’t protest too much.

“gonna catch a cold, babe,” you warn, snuggling in further.

he snickers, “doesn’t seem like you’re too bothered by that. besides,” he sniffs primly, “i don’t catch the common cold.”

you roll your eyes, knowing he can’t see you. sure, he’s “immune” but it’s only a bad cold. even if he catches it, he’ll live.

“right…” you reply about to say something more before your body launches into a small coughing fit. george dutifully rubs your back until it passes and holds out the bottle of cough syrup in front of you.

once you’re done swallowing the bittersweet liquid, you go back to snuggling into his chest, eyes getting heavier by the minute. it’s not long until sleep drags you under.

it’s only when you wake up again that you register how warm and sticky everything is. it’s like being trapped inside a humid furnace. surprisingly though, the warmth radiating around you is not yours. despite the residual soreness, you feel completely fine; no sore throat, no runny nose or aching body which can only mean one thing…

right on cue, george groans feebly behind you.

you slowly open your eyes, squinting against the unexpected brightness in the room. as your vision adjusts, you realize that you're no longer wrapped in your own blankets, but rather cocooned in his arms, his warmth enveloping you entirely.

"george?" you murmur, voice still raspy from before.

he stirs and lets out another soft groan, burying his face in your hair. "ugh, i feel awful," george mumbles.

a rush of guilt floods over you. you shouldn’t have let him come so close to you, should have kept him at arm’s length…

you turn in his arms to see his face, and he looks even worse than you did earlier in the day. his nose is red, and his eyes are watery, and he's sniffling. it's clear that the cold has hit him hard, worse than whatever you had.

"oh no, baby," you coo sympathetically, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, and frown when you realise he’s burning up.

you never had a fever. whatever he has is definitely worse.

“i think i’m dying,” he moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sniffling dramatically. despite the guilt, that makes you giggle.

“mmm, thought you were above the common cold?” you tease, still stroking a hand over his head just the way he likes it. george might be a giant but you know what a baby he can be when he’s ill. besides, you’re feeling much better so you might as well assume the nurse duties.

george grumbles. “don’t be mean, i’m ill.”

fever aside, he just looks so adorable all bundled up in the blankets that you can’t help stealing a few kisses. even better, knowing you can’t catch it back. “let me get you some soup and paracetamol.”

extricating yourself from his arms proves a bit difficult, however. you feel awful ignoring his reluctant and groggy protests but he needs food and medicine. so you make your way to the kitchen, making quick work of reheating the soup he’d made for you earlier in the day.

carrying the tray back to the bedroom, you find george curled up under the covers, looking pitiful and sorry for himself. his eyes light up as you enter, and he reaches out weakly for the steaming bowl of soup.

at least he’s hungry, that’s a good sign.

“here you go,” you offer him the bowl, once again brushing the hair aside from his sweaty forehead while he takes a sip and sighs gratefully.

“thanks for taking care of me, love,” he smiles weakly in between sips.

you smile, and press a tiny kiss on his shoulder. “‘course. just returning the favour!”

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aubreysheadspace · 2 years ago

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hii, how are you? hope you're doing good! so, could i request headcanons with omori main cast where reader got sick? (or, if you think it would be easier to write, it can be whee reader is the youngest in the group and how characters would treat them)

anyways, don't worry if you need to reject it for some reason! take care and i love your account! :(( 💝

MAIN CAST WITH A SICK READER

WAAA hi hi I’ve been doing good! tysm for asking you’re too sweet <33 I’ll do your first request since it’s the one you requested in the first place <:] hope u enjoy!!~

SUNNY

SUNNY is a bit dumbfounded when it comes to his partner being sick

he’s not sure what medicine to use at all, they all look the same

please, PLEASE tell him which one it is

he doesn’t know much about taking care of someone who’s sick

but he does know that you need rest, tons of it

let him make you rest on his bed, i promise it’s comfortable

or if you’re sick at your own house, SUNNY will make sure you’re not getting up from your bed

"SUNNY— SUNNY please i have to pee." you exclaim earning a head shake from said-boy. he keeps you on the bed and makes sure you don’t get up.

when he actually gives you medicine, he does it pretty okay

except for that one time where he accidentally drops a lot of the liquid medicine onto the floor from the spoon he had

AUBREY

another slightly clueless one

AUBREY never usually got sick, and when she did she usually relied on either one of her friends to help her when she was younger

except for KEL, definitely except for KEL

so when she comes over to your house and finds you in bed, she’s a bit clueless at first

"hey, you gonna stay in bed all day or what? we’re gonna go out on our scooters, you don’t wanna miss that." AUBREY said with a huge smirk on her face, referring to the HOOLIGANS.

"…AUBREY, i’m sick." "oh"

well, now she’s staying at your house just to keep you company n stuff

whatever you ask of her, and only if it’s to help you get better, she’ll get it

she’ll definitely call you out if you want her to get a bag of chips or something

"[READER], a bag of chips is not gonna make you feel better, I’m not stupid!"

she would gladly do the honors of giving you medicine,

and if you don’t wanna drink the medicine, too damn bad!

she needs you up and ready to hang around, she can’t have you lying in bed all day just because you’re sick

…she never admits it though

HERO

he’s becoming a doctor instead of a chef just for his parents.. he’s the most capable one out of the group.

he checks your temperature, makes sure you’re in bed at most times (actually letting you get up to go pee unlike SUNNY), and gives you proper medicine

if you’re missing out on school work, he’ll definitely do it for you!

he wants to make sure you make a full recovery!

he’ll keep a distance to make sure he doesn’t get sick as well

he’s a bit slightly strict on you if you don’t wanna take your medicine

"[READER] if you don’t take your medicine, you’ll get even more sick! you don’t want that, do you?" HERO said in a tone of worry, his smile a bit uneasy. however, you’re a bit stubborn.

"i’d rather be sick than drink that! it tastes gross every-time i do!" you protested, earning a disappointed head shake and a groan from HERO.

KEL

if you though SUNNY was worse,

oh boy.

well, KEL tries his hardest for this but uh.. maybe get his own brother for stuff like this

he always asks HERO for help though, since he’s the future doctor!

so when you’re in bed trying to rest, it gets boring.. well not if you’re with KEL!

he’ll show up to your house and talks up a storm with you for hours and hours, telling you about his day and all other things!

he’ll do the talking so you don’t have to if your throat hurts! isn’t he nice?

"oh, oh! i also played outside my house with HECTOR today! i kept throwing the ball for him for about a few hours until my mom called me in for lunch! oh and my lunch was so good! it was—"

KEL will actually at least feed you the medicine like a baby

if you refuse the medicine, he’ll puff his cheeks angrily and say that he will hold in his breath again UNLESS you take it

if you’re still stubborn, KEL will have no choice but to give up and breathe again

but please just take the medicine, he won’t stop even after he catches his breath again

KEL is also stubborn, and you can’t possibly beat him at being stubborn

BASIL

the third most capable one

POLLY gave him a few tips on how to take care of someone being sick

so when he comes over to your house, he’ll absolutely try his best

he’ll make you some soup, something POLLY recommended

he isn’t used to cooking, but he’ll try his best with it just for you!

at least tell him the soup doesn’t taste good

he doesn’t want you feeling worse because of his mediocre cooking skills

he would ask HERO for tips on cooking, but he doesn’t want to leave you all alone!

and PLEASE take the medicine

BASIL is a pushover and he really wants you to take the medicine

if you refuse it at first, he’d be a bit sad but won’t give you the medicine if you really don’t want it

but he’ll be really worried, so don’t make him worry and just take the medicine

"o-okay [READER]! it’s time to take your medicine." BASIL softly spoke up, already pouring the medicine on the spoon and bring the spoon closer to you.

however, you bring your head back and shake your head no. "eugh, no way..! sorry, BASIL, but it always taste gross every time!"

"but.. but if you don’t take it.. you’ll feel even worse and.." BASIL makes up and excuse, but he doesn’t want to force you. he sighs a bit and sets the spoon on the desk next to you. "a-alright.. okay..!"

okay.. now you feel bad, you eventually struck up the bravery and takes the medicine. it tasted.. absolutely gross but BASIL looks happy now!

MARI

the second most capable one out of the group

she learns most things from HERO of course, but her caring nature just makes it even better

she’ll show up to your house with a bunch of things in a bag to keep you from getting bored!

and just like with HERO, if you’re missing school work, she’ll definitely help you with it!

if you refuse the medicine she offers, oh man

it’s like you WANT to be teased.

"come on, [READER]! drink your medicine, its veryyy good for you!~" MARI spoke the last part in a slightly singing voice to tease you. however, you’re stubborn and you refuse to take the medicine.

"sorry MARI, but no way! it tastes really gross every time i do!" you protested, only earning a smug MARI look. she then holds up the spoon in her hands and moves it around up and down, bring it closer to your lips

"look here, [READER]!~ here comes the airplane!~" MARI teased once more with the same smug smile on her lips. "wh— MARI!" you stammered, being taken aback by MARI being.. MARI. in the end, you had no choice and took the medicine.

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bekaroth-reads · 1 year ago

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Stardew Valley Shane x Reader pt. 2

CONTENT WARNING: Suicidal tendencies, attempt of suicide, alcohol poisoning, vomit, dry heaves, depression, hospitalization, feelings of guilt, traumatic experiences. I have put this under a mature filter to try to warn people, but please still be cautious if any of the above things are triggering to you or have the risk of putting you into a dark place yourself.

[Other things to note: this has a lot of the actual dialogue from the game as I felt it didn’t need to be changed/ felt like chasing things too much would be disrespectful to the original vision for the scene.]

[On a more positive note, this is very long because I can’t stand leaving things on a dower note. So this is basically two fics for the price of one]

The rain would have been pleasant on most days, but since you had been rushing through it for a while it was starting to sting as your body heat cooled. The cool winds of autumn were starting to encroach on the late summer, making the temperature steadily drop the later the day got.

None of this was at the front of your thoughts. You had stopped at Marnie’s and she looked ill. She made sure to usher you to the kitchen so that Jas couldn’t hear the two of you talking where she was playing in the living room. “Have you seen Shane?” She asked as soon as she thought that she was out of Jas’s hearing range.

“Not today. I didn’t see him at the saloon last night either.” The response came slowly as you already didn’t like where this was going. Shane’s drinking was bad, and getting worse by the week. That was one of the reasons that you were going to stop by Marnie’s in the first place; you wanted to check on him and maybe talk to Marnie about the two of you teaming up to convince Shane to get the help he needed. It was clear that you and she talking to him separately wasn’t working, and you knew that he was in a dark, dangerous place.

“I got a call from Joja Mart. Morris said that he didn’t show up for his shift.” Marnie was struggling not to talk too quickly from her on-setting panic. “At first I thought that he just took the day for himself. With how difficult it is asking for days off, I figured that he just took matters into his own hands. I was thankful that he could finally rest for once. But…”

Marnie swallowed back the lump in her throat and pushed back the tears threatening to start up. “But, no one has heard a thing from him. At least no one that usually sees him. I asked Gus to keep a lookout around town, but I haven’t heard back from him yet. I want to go out and look for Shane, but if Gus calls while I’m away…”

Marnie looked back toward the living room. “I don’t want Jas to know about this until she has to. Or until… until there’s some sort of answer. It… she gets so upset when she knows Shane’s in trouble.”

Of course, you volunteered to help look for Shane; after what Marnie told you, you were planning on doing so anyway. You told her your plan to check around the edges of the pond first, then work your way through the rest of the forest from there. Your stomach lurched every time you looked over the water. As much as those thoughts were the last thing you wanted going through your mind, the reality of the situation made them something that you had to think about. Thankfully, you were reaching the bottom edge of the pond and there was nothing there other than the fish enjoying the rain.

Just as you were about to walk the board bridges to the little island close to the center of the pond, you noticed something just past the tree line, out by the cliffs in front of the small beaches below. Even in the clouded grey of the early, rainy evening, you could make out the bright green of a shirt under a ratty, blue jacket. Not even giving another second of thought, you sprinted over.

Sure enough, it was Shane. He looked frighteningly still, and even more frighteningly pale. How long had he been out here in the rain? There were bottles and cans all around him, more than enough beer to last two people for almost a month. Some of them were still unopened, which you could be thankful for. Those extra few might have been enough to kill him. As it was, he was still breathing, but just barely from the little movements of his back and shoulders.

Though you wanted to rush over to him right away, you paused.

Shane was close to the edge of the cliff- too close.

With his limbs spread out haphazardly, it looked like he passed out; one foot was even dangling off the edge. You were fearful that if you approached him too quickly it could startle him, and with how precarious his position was that would be the worst thing to do. So, feeling that there was little other option, you got as close as you dared and called out his name as gently as possible.

This made Shane move slightly; nothing more than turning his head to look at you which seemed like it was difficult to do. He mumbled something that sounded like a slurred version of your name before flopping his head back onto the muddy sod beneath him.

You nudged your way a bit closer to him and knelt down. You still didn’t dare to touch him in any way as to not invite him to jerk away or make any other sort of quick motions. There was still the danger of him falling.

“I… I’m sorry…*hic*” Shane moaned out. The convulsion in his chest was too violent to be called a hiccup and seemed to be physically painful putting a quick end to whatever words his brain fog was letting through.

“M… My life…” The next bit was more of a sob to himself before he grimaced and spat out, “It’s a pathetic joke…”

Shane shifted a bit, away from the edge, thank goodness, and the feeling of wet grass and slick mud made him cringe. Yet, it seemed like he couldn’t get himself up, stopping to even try to after straining for a few moments. “Look at me…” Shane lamented, feeling more a part of the grime that he was stuck in than the human body he inhabited. “Why do I even try?” He croaked out before breaking into a sob once more.

“I’m too small and stupid to…” Shane tried to prop himself up again, this time making it to leaning on his elbow before taking a moment to try to steady himself. “…to take control of my life…” Just as he was stretching his arms out to try to sit up entirely, the bottle that was still in his hand slipped in the slick grass, causing Shane to lose balance a fall down, landing back on the ground with a loud splat and a painful thump. The bottle shooting across the ground and falling off the cliff with a few tings followed by a loud crash made you realize just how close to the edge he was and that the next time he slipped it could lead to disaster.

So, you grabbed under his arms and pulled him forward a good few inches. You would have gone more, but Shane started it resist your moving of his body. Not wanting to lose progress, you let him go, relieved that his foot was no longer dangling off the ledge. His poor shoe didn’t survive the ordeal; there’s only so much jostling a slip-on can handle.

“I’m just a p…” It seemed that the small trip across the ground was a bit much for him as he swallowed hard to block anything from coming up. “…piece of soiled garbage flittering in the wind…”

No longer able to hold the contents of his stomach in, Shane vomited up anything that he could get out. You got the feeling this wasn’t the first time this had happened today, and in an odd way, you could be thankful for that. There was the worry of dehydration, but at least his body was doing everything it could to try to fight alcohol poisoning despite his efforts. There wasn’t much left for him to get rid of based on the painful dry heaving he was doing, and based on the consistency of what did come out, he was down to bile, which caused him to cough and sputter a bit as it burned his throat and stung his nose.

Once he got his head and throat cleared out, he took a few moments to steady his breathing and clear his head. You almost didn’t hear what he was saying once he started to speak again, his voice was so soft and broken. “I’ve been coming here often lately… looking down…”

It wasn’t by chance that he was so close to the ledge earlier. Your heart sank and screamed for his to feel it doing so. Words were gone, and you could only hope that he knew you saw his pain. You and others cared for him and you saw how hurt he was, that you wanted to help him, whatever that meant. At the moment that help was to get him to even be able to see this in the first place.

“Here’s a chance to finally take control of my life…” his bare foot stretched out to feel the rocky ground it was hanging from earlier like it was trying to make its way back that direction. “These cliffs…”

Shane heaved heavily, it caused his whole body to tense and then go limp.

“B… bu…”

More bile that neither of you thought his body even still held sputtered from his mouth and hit his chin and shirt before making its way to the ground with the rest of the filth Shane had been lying in. He seemed to hardly even notice it a moment after it happened. “…but I’m too scared, too anxious. Just like always…”

Shane whimpered your name once more as you moved him once again, trying your best to avoid the piles of vomit that reeked like rotten yeast. Shane felt icy to the touch. This wasn’t good. He had been lying out in the rain for too long and he needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible. Harvey would know how to help him much better than you could.

“All I do is work, sleep, and drink … t… to dull the feelings of self-hatred.” The breath that he took shortly after saying this was strangled, and you flipped him over to lie on his back, using your hands to shield his face from the rain as best you could while you tried to think of the best way to lift him from the ground and walk him through the forest.

“Why should I even go on? Tell me… T…” a sob constricted his body, “Tell me why I shouldn’t roll off this cliff right now…”

This almost sounded like a threat, but the way that he reached his hands up to grip at your pant legs like you were the only thing keeping him from falling gave away that despite all of the things chewing on his mind, he was still fighting for something, anything, for him to hold onto, both mentally and physically.

It seemed that Shane wasn’t aware of how far away from the cliff you had already moved him. Between that and the fact that he seemed like he was starting to fade in and out of consciousness, you knew you had to act fast not only to get him to Harvey but also to keep him awake. You weren’t sure if alcohol poisoning was like concussions in that way, but you weren’t going to take that chance.

“Jas needs you.” You stated as you knelt even lower to sling one of his arms over your shoulders. “You’re like a father to her.”

“… You’re right. Jas…” Another sob shook his body adding to your stumbling as you tried to stand him up while keeping your balance. “Ugh, God… I’m a horrible, *hic*… selfish person.”

You wanted more than anything to deny that, but you were currently using all of your energy to help him stumble through the woods, trying to plot your way carefully so Shane didn’t step on anything that could hurt his bare foot.

“Now I feel even worse…” Shane sobbed as he leaned more of his weight on you. It wasn’t only to keep his balance, but also because having you near made him feel grounded, made him feel safe.

About halfway back around the lake, Shane mumbled your name to get your attention. “…I think you should take me to the hospital now.” He slurred as his legs gave out.

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You sat nervously in the waiting room, still soaked from the rain and covered in whatever Shane had all over him, mud, vomit, and all. After his legs gave out, you had to wrap his arms around your neck and practically carry him all the way to the hospital like that, his feet only moving the minimal amount and only part of the time. Harvey actually met you pretty soon after you had gotten into town as Jodie saw you two limping your way past her house and called him.

The door to the main part of the hospital opened and Harvey motioned for you to follow him back. “I’ve pumped his stomach and rehydrated his body. He’s going to be okay.” The amount of relief that washed over you almost made you collapse; your sore muscles, cold body, and frazzled mind aided in your shakiness.

“It’s good that you brought him in, though,” Harvey added before taking a deep, troubled breath and almost held it. “Too much alcohol is terrible for the body…” he let out the remainder of the breath in one, controlled puff as he thought over his wording. “…but right now I’m most worried about his mental health…”

“When he comes to, I’ll have a chat with him about his treatment options. I know an excellent counselor in Zuzu City…”

There was another pause as he thought things over.

“Life can be painful sometimes…” Harvey said as he kept looking at you while your eyes drifted over to the thin curtain that was used to make a makeshift room for Shane. “But, there’s always hope for a better future. You’ve got to believe in that.”

There was another moment of silence before Harvey got your attention away from the place you were staring at. “That counselor in Zuzu City that I told you about. Perhaps you should keep them in mind as well.”

You swallowed, looked at the curtain once more.

“Is that an official referral?” You asked.

“For the moment, a friendly suggestion. What you went through today… that was more traumatic than you might even realize at the moment.” That was an odd thing to hear as you already felt plenty traumatized. He seemed to pick up on what you were thinking and explained. “Even though you are certainly feeling plenty of it right now, things could become even more… difficult in the next few days as the shock wears off.”

You made no response but to sigh.

“Look, go home, get cleaned up, get warmed up, and get as much rest as you can manage,” Harvey instructed. You were starting to realize that him bringing you back here was as much to do with him checking on you as you checking on Shane. “And, if anything, and I mean anything, about this is bothering you, call me. Shane needs to know that he’s not alone. And, you do too.”

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Once you got home and took a shower, you still couldn’t get your mind to shut off. Even though you were in your house with your pet, and the fireplace sending a pleasant warmth through the whole room, mentally you were still on those cliffs. The only difference was that in replaying the events over and over again, your mind started to come up with scenarios where things went differently, for better or for worse.

What if you were more diligent and got together with Marnie earlier? Would that have stopped Shane from what he did today? Or, what if you had decided to search another part of the forest first? Would you have gotten there in time, or-

Shaking your head to free it from the horrible what-if’s that were gnawing it to death, you walked over to your phone. You dialed Marnie. You knew that Harvey said you could call him, but it would make you feel better if you heard that she was doing alright.

The phone rang for about three buzzes before it was answered.

“Hello?” A little voice answered.

“Jas?” This was unexpected, you would have thought that surely she would be in bed by this time.

“Hi!” She answered more friendly when she realized it was you.

“Honey, is your Aunt Marnie there?”

“Yeah. AUNT MARNIE!” She called across their house.

“Hey, do you know where Uncle Shane is? Aunt Marnie said he was staying somewhere else tonight.”

Marnie must have not told Jas what was happening yet. You knew that she would, and you also knew that she knew when would be the best time to tell her niece something that heavy.

“I can’t say, kiddo.” Was all you were able to tell her about it. “Are you going to be alright if Shane is away for a bit?”

“Yeah. Shane is gone a lot. Oh! Here’s Marnie.”

There was a bit of taps and scratches against the receiver as the phone was being handed over.

“Hello? Are you there?” Marnie asked once she had gotten the phone up to her ear.

“Yeah.” you replied, “Look, I know it’s late and I won’t keep you long. But, I just wanted to see if Harvey had gotten ahold of you.”

There was a sigh that was both relieved and stressed on the other end of the line.

“Yes, he did. Thank you for checking.” She sounded like she was about to cry. “And, thank you for… god, if you didn’t find him when you did…”

“Hey, don’t worry about that.” You told her, even though that was the exact reason that you were calling her. You told yourself it was keeping an eye on each other instead of being hypocritical.

“Y…you’re right,” Marnie said and sniffled her tears back. “How about you, dear? Are you doing alright?”

It was sweet of her to ask. Marnie was always looking out for other people, even in times like these where she must have been going through a lot.

“I’m doing fine, Marnie. Thanks.”

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It had been about a week since you had found Shane by the cliffs. Marnie had told you that he had gotten back home a few days after he was admitted to the hospital and that he was supposed to rest for a long time after that. That’s what you assumed that he would be doing this morning, especially seeing as it was still quite early; early enough that the sun was only just starting to shine fully.

Yet, when you opened your door to head into your fields, there was an awkward-looking Shane standing there with his hand up like he was just about to knock.

“Hey…” he cleared his throat and debated on what to do with his hand for a few seconds before pretending like he was just going to smooth down his hair.

“Hey.” You said back.

You both fidgeted for a minute or two with anything that you could find to keep yourselves busy. Finally, Shane broke the silence.

“Oh, man… Uh… How do I say this?” He groaned as he looked everywhere he could except at you.

Shane took a breath, calmed his nerves, “I’m really sorry about what happened at the cliffs. That was… embarrassing…”

Whatever awkward feelings you had were pushed aside by the overwhelming need to comfort someone dear to you. You took his hand without even realizing it, your subconscious wanting to be close to him at least in some way. “I’m just happy you’re still here.” You assured him. Shane was on the way to getting the help that he needed; more important help than you could ever dream of giving him. But, he needed to know that he wasn’t alone. And, you were more than happy to let him know that you were there for him, that you cared for him.

“Wow, it was that serious, huh?” He marveled before adding in a guilty tone, “I can hardly remember…”

Shane took his hand away from yours and turned away, and watched the newly turned, orange and yellow leaves leave their trees and float in the air. Without looking back to you, he kept talking. “I’ve decided I want to see a therapist. Harvey got me in touch with a colleague of his…”

You turned to watch the leaves with him. You weren’t sure how long both of you stood there, but you didn’t care. He was here, and that was all that mattered.

“Anyway…” Shane started to talk again, but paused a moment. You felt his hand take yours, hesitantly at first, but the hold became more confident very quickly. “I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me. And, I want you to know that I’m going to take things a little more seriously from now on.

The hold on your hand loosened a bit as his whole body seemed to slump at a thought.

“I don’t want to be a burden on anyone…” he muttered.

You kept your eyes on the leaves but acknowledged him by giving his hand a squeeze.

Shane gave a sigh of relief and squeezed your hand back as the two of you continued to watch the sun rise more onto the little patches of red, yellow, and orange that danced on the breeze.

#reader discretion advised #stardew shane x reader #stardew valley shane #stardew valley shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader #sdv shane x farmer

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cinematicsoph · 2 years ago

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valntyne • calum hood blurb

summary: it's your first valentines day in a relationship and you're super excited. however, everything that could go wrong - did. and your boyfriend doesn't even seem to remember it's valentines day…or does he?

warnings: swearing, super duper cheesy…like extremely cheesy

a/n: heyyyy how y'all doing? happy valntyne's day, lovers! i randomly got this idea listening to valentine and luckily Cal won the twitter poll bc i lowkey wanted him to win it all along oops lol. anyways (as always) thank you to my amazing editor and to you guys reading this! i hope you enjoy and that you had a great valentines day !

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Today sucks. It has honestly been the worst day you’ve had in a long time. To make matters worse, it’s your first Valentine’s Day in a relationship and your boyfriend didn’t seem to remember or care.

You and Calum have been dating for four months and things have been going great. You and the guys have been friends for so long but you always felt different about Calum. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, you were ecstatic. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and while you usually hate this holiday since you never got to fully experience it, you were looking forward to spending the day with your boyfriend. But Calum didn’t say anything about Valentine’s Day when he woke up, and then you got called into work at 6 am so you couldn’t even stay at home with him. Then you got a shit ton of work thrown at you, and you spilt your coffee on your outfit and important documents that needed to be sent out before you left. It seemed that everything that could go wrong, did. All you wanted to do was go home and curl up in a ball, never to leave again. You knew that by now Calum had left your house to go back to his own and you couldn’t tell if that made you feel better or worse. Part of you longed for his comforting cuddles. His body temperature always seeming warmer than normal and his tattoos were strangely calming to trace always made you feel better. But the other part of you desperately wanted to be alone. To go to the grocery store and buy whatever the hell you wanted, go home to change into your pajamas, and binge watch John Mulaney specials until the tears on your cheeks turned to ones of laughter. Unfortunately, you cannot have both.

Work seemed to drag on, the end of your shift always seeming out of reach. Until finally, your boss walked into your office. “Y/N, you’ve been here for nearly 10 hours. Go home and enjoy the holiday with your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks” you said, ignoring her and continuing the last of your work.

“Hey, I know I’m your boss. But I’d like to think that we’re friends too. I can tell when somethings wrong, Y/N. Did something happen between you and Calum?” She closes your door and sits down in the chair across from you. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You look up at her and the sympathetic look on her face made you tear up. “It’s just been such a shitty day, and it’s my first Valentine’s Day in a relationship, and my boyfriend doesn’t even seem to care. I woke up this morning hoping for at least a “Happy Valentine’s Day” from him. But I didn’t get anything. I got a “good morning” and then a phone call that I had to come in today. I just…I just want to go home and be alone,” you say choking up. You’re trying to keep the tears from falling and then you realize how much you just spilt to your boss. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant like that. I’m just so tired.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Why don’t you go treat yourself to some sweets and go home, okay? I’ll have one of the interns finish the last little bit of work.” You nod and gather your stuff. You quietly thank her and walk out your office door. As you’re walking to your car, you check your phone in hopes that Calum remembered what day it was and texted you. But there was nothing. No call, text, not even a tag on Instagram for a Valentine’s Day post. At this point, you don’t even want the sweets. You don’t want to walk through the store and see more people. So you head home, hoping for some quiet.

After unlocking the door and walking in, you take off your shoes and notice a rose petal on the mat you keep your shoes on. Confused, you pick it up and look at it. Looking at the floor, you notice more rose petals. You being to grow more confused and decide to follow them out of curiosity. You follow them all the way upstairs to your bedroom. You see that they go under the closed door so you open it up. Your bedroom is covered in balloons and rose petals and sitting on your bed is your boyfriend, grinning like a mad man. He looks as handsome as ever in a suit and red tie, hold a giant teddy bear and a few boxes of chocolates.

“Hey,” he says smiling even more (if that’s even possible).

“Hi.” You say quietly, walking over to him. “What is all this?”

“Well, I was hoping to spend Valentine’s Day with my favorite person ever, but they got called into work. And a little birdie may or may not have mentioned the terrible day you had. I didn’t forget about Valentine’s Day, love. I just really wanted to surprise you.” And that’s when the dam holding your tears back finally gives out. You sniffle and look at him. “Hey, it was not my intention to make you cry!” He sets the teddy bear and chocolates on your bed and walks over to you. He hugs you and lightly kisses your head.

“You’re just…you’re so incredible and I just spent the work day angry at you because I thought you didn’t care about Valentine’s Day.” Your words are muffled by his shirt. “I’m so sorry, Cal.”

“No, don’t apologize, love. I wanted to surprise you and I obviously didn’t think this through very well.” You shake your head and look up at him.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You peck his lips and he wipes your tears.

He kisses your head again and for the first time—he says “I love you.” You swear you have never felt the way you are feeling right now. You face breaks out into a huge smile and you kiss him. Eventually you pull away for air, still smiling.

“I love you too, Calum. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You walk over to the box of chocolates and giggle when you see “will you be my valntyne?” written on the lid. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He smiles and hugs you from behind. “Now let’s go cuddle and watch John Mulaney.”

“You read my mind.” You turn and kiss his nose.

“There’s a horse loose in the hospital!”

After you change into comfier clothes, you and Cal are cuddled together on the couch with your favorite comedian on in the background. He brought all the snacks and treats to the living room and refused to eat any of it claiming “it’s for you, love.” He pulls you closer and lightly draws shapes on your back. As he does, you feel your eyes begin to feel heavy. The long day and tears finally caught up with you and exhaustion kicks in.

“Love, you can take a nap. I know your day was rough,” he whispers and kisses your head. “You must be so tired.”

“‘M fine, Cal. I wanna stay up with you.” Your eyes are closed and you are cuddled into his side as much as possible.

“Go ahead and take a nap, love. I’ll be fine. I can carry you to bed if you want.” You nod, already half asleep. He picks you up and brings you back to your room. He lays you down on the bed and kisses your head. He starts to walk to the door

“Stay,” you say. You grab his wrist to stop him from walking away from you. “Please, Cal.” You look up at him as he smiles and nods. He takes his jeans and shirt off then lays next to you. Your legs end up tangled together, his arms wrap around your body pulling you as close to his chest as possible. He rubs your back and kisses your head every once and a while.

“I love you so much,” he whispers. Since he said it the first time, he hasn’t stopped. While watching the special, he would look at you when you were laughing and say it. You would say it back, obviously. He must’ve thought you had fallen asleep, but you were still slightly awake. “God, how did I get so lucky. I don’t deserve you, love. I really don’t.”

“Cheesy fucker,” you say with a sleepy giggle. You open your eyes and look up at him.

“I thought you were asleep!” He laughs, but is clearly embarrassed.

“I am! I am, keep going.” You quickly close your eyes again with a wide smile on you face.

“Yeah, no. I’m not going to make that ego of yours any bigger.” You both laugh and he kisses your head. “Just go back to sleep, bub. We can go back to watching John Mulaney specials and eating our weight in chocolate when you wake up.” You nod and look up at him. You kiss his nose and cuddle back into his side. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Cal.” You smile and close your eyes again. Before falling asleep again you remembered something. “You are gonna clean up the rose petals…right?”

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sosblurb #blurb #calum hood #calum hood blurbs #calum hood x reader #valentine's day #cinematicsoph

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oncominggstorm · 1 year ago

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Im autistic & adhd. Also have undiagnosed physical health issues which been acting up lately. Really not doing well, need help. Currently in shutdown, include verbal shutdown. And struggling type, forgive grammar plz. Need help & support, but is none. Don’t know what do. Everything feel impossible. Long vent under cut.

Want run away, somewhere no one can find. Somewhere quiet & alone, with internet & tv so can watch comfort shows, play comfort games, etc. But will turn off phone, or get new number, or just block all family except younger sister on everything, or something, idk. Want comfy bed & comfy chairs & good temperature control & good food, and just quiet & solitude. Preferably somewhere out in nature. Let everyone figure out their own shit without me. Can’t do this anymore. ONLY things keeping me from doing are younger sister & lack of money. Mom & twin sister need figure shit out on own, can’t handle anymore. Can’t do.

Dont have a job or any money at all, literally only have $5 (and well over $20k in credit card debt, in collections). Am in autistic burnout & have been for nearly 3 years now. Had quit job in May cuz burnout so bad. But still expected take care of entire family.

Live with dad & twin sister (will call twin). Dad extremely NT & able bodied, dont understand me/twin at all. Knows nothing about autism/adhd & unwilling to learn. Pays bills & does chores so that is helpful, but not willing do any other support. Doesn’t believe in mental health.

Mom & younger sister (will call younger) live with grandma. Younger is 12 yrs younger, i basically raised. Feel almost more like parent than sister. Also is best friend & person i care most about in world, would die for her. Hate seeing her suffer. Twin & younger both also autistic & adhd, and neither have job. Grandma has moderate (bordering on advanced) dementia & need 24/7 supervision & support. Younger currently has busted knee, on crutches & really struggling & lot of pain. Mom refusing to believe is as bad as is, thinks younger is exaggerating, barely helping her. Ive been having drive over nearly daily to help. Mom had multiple strokes 2 years ago, still has both cognitive & physical challenges as result, & just lost job. Mom almost deffo undiagnosed autistic/adhd but refuses to believe. Doesnt believe younger is either (she still undiagnosed, me & twin formal diagnosed recently). Mom never great person, but got much worse after strokes, is mean & bordering on verbally abusive to us (and is DEFFO verbal abusive to grandma). Also has horrible memory & cognitive issues, doesnt understand things correctly, half of what she says doesn’t make sense, makes helping her hard.

Twin sick rn, lots of stomach issue & pain. Found out few months ago has enlarged spleen, but no answer yet, cant see specialist til Dec. Twin also has medical anxiety, so hard to know for sure what is real & what isnt. Every day twin ask me for MULTIPLE favors; get things for her, do things for her, etc. Also get MULTIPLE txts every day complaining about not feeling well, yet she refuse go doctors. Counted once a few days ago: in 11 hour period, asked for 7 favors & texted 13 times about pain.

Even when not sick tho, twin basically never help. Feels like she think I “less disabled” than her, not true. I doing horribly and still have take care everyone else while she sits on couch play video games & ask me to bring her things. No one ever bring ME things. Twin NEVER return favor no matter how bad I do/how well she do. One sided only.

Today twin ask for SO MANY THINGS, CONSTANTLY. Doesnt seem to care that I not doing well either & just CANNOT handle, keeps asking anyway. I tell her how bad am doing & immediately she ask for more favors. Won’t shut up about how sick she is (feeling very “wrong” w/stomach issues, has enlarged spleen but don’t know why yet & is worried that is cause), and says she is NOT OK, and that something is VERY wrong & she is worried she is dying, but also won’t get her ass to ER. Also expect /ME/ take her AND go in with, if decides go. Told her has to ask mom or dad first. Now just won’t go, and instead just keep complain to me about how bad doing & keep asking for help with stuff.

On top of that, am constant worried about all shit mom needs to do: get grandma house in her name so can keep (rn bank gets when grandma dies due to 2nd mortgage or something idk, which will make mom & younger homeless), get grandma car in her name (mom hasnt had own car in like 6+ yrs, just uses gma’s), figure out her unemployment (applied but no check yet cuz needs submit weekly proof of job applications & doesnt know how), get guardianship for grandma (mom never even got power of attorney, and is too late now cuz grandma cant understand to sign, so rn we just stuck cuz grandma not capable make decisions, but legally we cant make for her either), update her resume, get help for grandma, etc. Most of it fall to me. Mom kind of person who just WILL NOT do things, no matter how much help u give (ex: was trying get her accommodations for her job after strokes so wouldnt lose job. Explained process multiple times, both verbally & in writing. Figured out who she needed contact for help & wrote out email for her, ALL she had do was copy & paste & send email. Didnt do it. Now fired cuz couldnt keep up w/out accommodations). Mom also no longer even ask for help, just tells us we are doing. Ex: said to me “I’m going to come over tomorrow so you can help me do my job searches for unemployment.” Just tells me I’m doing it, not even ask. Sick of it. Grandma have dementia, at point where cannot even shower or wash hands, we have no support at all, doing everything ourselves. ADRC says only way to get grandma help is to put lien on her house & sell to pay off when she dies, but mom & younger live with grandma so that would make them homeless once she dies. Says we can’t even get occasional respite care unless give up house, let alone regular in home care.

Just can’t handle anymore. Feel like am being broke into thousand pieces, or crushed by thousand lb weights. Feel stuck. Feel like no choices, no good options, no way out. Want run away. Want take younger & her cat & find cabin in woods somewhere & just go run away from everything/everyone else. But can’t, no money. Feel so stuck. No help. No support. Don’t know what do.

#will probably delete this later but rn feel stuck & DESPERATE for help/ideas/suggestions #vent #autism #adhd #rant #beth posts

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mystery-star · 1 year ago

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 2 | Thermometer

Pairing: none, but from a series that will be John Biebe x fem!OC

Warnings: sickness

Words: 2036

A/N: Now this OC has been on my mind for way too long and I’m happy to finally introduce her to y’all 😊

Today’s prompt: Thermometer

February 1982

Another coughing fit wrecked through Bee’s body. It wasn’t before long that the door opened and her mother entered. She placed a mug of tea on her nightstand and sat down on the chair next to the bed, holding out her hand to check her temperature. Bee only let out a moan and tried to pull away, not appreciating to be touched when she already felt so bad. With a sigh Joanne Burns took the thermometer from the nightstand.

“Your temperature has risen again” she commented after the measurement was done, making the teenager shake her head.

“But I’m so cold” she muttered, trying to pull the blanket even further up.

“Then drink some tea, sweetheart” she let out a huff and wanted to retort something when there was a knock at the door. Bee almost shot up, having an idea who this might be. In fact, the visits of her classmate, and probably now something like a friend, John were the highlight of her day. She knew she was right about her thought when she heard her little sister cry out his name in joy. Despite the pain, Bee let out a soundless chuckle. It would seem she was not the only infatuated with John, Marla obviously liked him just as much. After he’d greeted the baby and her mother, he entered her room.

“Hey” she gave him a smile and tried to pat the chair next to her bed but didn’t even feel strong enough to get her arm out from under the blankets. In frustration she tried to paw at the bedsheet but it didn’t work much better either. Luckily, he still got the clue or planned to sit down anyways.

“How are you today?”

“Don’t know. The same. Sick” she grimaced “Anyways, the better question is what you did in school” the main reason his visits had started were because John learnt that her friend Charlie only brought her the homework and she would have appreciated to hear what they learnt firsthand too. So John, who felt responsible for her sickness, even though it was not his fault, started to come to her place every day to not just deliver the homework but also all the papers they did in school and give her a recap of the day. Then she had been well enough to go back to school but not even two weeks later she started to feel worse and worse during school and had finally fainted on the way to the toilet whereupon she was sent home and it was soon discovered that the pneumonia had come back. That had been four days ago. And this time even worse than before because thanks to the last time her body had built up an immunity to the antibiotics.

“Alright” John said opening his bag and taking out today’s papers they must have worked on. Bee turned on her side so she could see it better and also face him a little more. “We got started with the tangent today in math. It’s related to sine and cosine and actually is the quotient of them both. At least I guess” he said getting out the paper. “Yeah right here. The sine of the angle divided by its cosine equals the tangent”

“So I need to know these other two first?”

“No. ‘Cause then he let us derive how you get it using the sides”

“Oh that should be easy enough” she muttered and John handed her the pencil that was on her nightstand and placed the paper on the book “Let’s see…. We know it’s the quotient of sine and cosine, which means we’ll replace that with their respective functions, which should give us a nice compound fraction that we’ll have to solve, which’ll most likely end in another fraction. Alrighty then, we have sine… and the cosine…” she wrote down the functions “Oh would you look at that. Hypotenuse is both times the denominator, guess that makes it gonna get ruled out. Meaning you’ll use the quotient of Adjacent and Opposite but don’t know which one’s gonna be denominator and which the numerator. Probably Opposite for the latter because it’s used for the sine which is on top and won’t be turned upside down” John chuckled

“Don’t think anyone even figured out what to do in the time you basically solved this”

“Well, it’s just rules and logical thinking. No calculating”

“Well alright, finish your ‘thinking’ then so we can go on to the calculations we got to do” with a nod she wrote down the next steps when she felt cold again and then her teeth started chattering “You okay?”

“Ju-just cold” she answered and wanted to snuggle up further when her whole body started trembling and she shivered even harder. That was odd. She usually only reacted like that if she was at a cold place and didn’t realize it was in fact that cold and that perhaps she should have dressed warmer.

“Woah, Bee” he had jumped up “It’s alright, calm down” he tried to cover her up further, taking away the pencil and putting her arm under the blanket too “Here have a drink” he wanted to help her sit up but she felt too weak to move willingly and hell, she also panicked a little because she had had shivered before but never that heavily. “Mrs. Burns!” of course it wasn’t before long that her mother entered, asking what was wrong but then just hurried over to Bee, wanting to know what happened “I don’t know. She was doing homework, then started shivering and said she felt cold. Then she started to tremble like this” her mother put a hand to her forehead and although she wanted to fight her off, Bee was too weak to do it.

“Get me some wet towels from the kitchen. The cupboard left below the sink” she had not even finished when John already left the room and she heard her baby sister coo out his name. Meanwhile, Joanne tried to entice her to drink some tea too but Bee only turned her head away “What do you need, sweetheart?” instead of answering, she shook her head, trying to curl up further to warm herself because not only the trembling was unnerving but the coldness too.

“I didn’t know of you meant cold or hot towels so I brought both” she heard John but didn’t have the strength to look up

“Warm” she just muttered

“Put it on her face” John complied or more like carefully started wiping her face with it instead and her mother got up, opening her wardrobe and then returned with a thick pair of socks and a jumper. Seeing the jumper she almost sat up herself and let her classmate help. He even assisted her with getting her head through the hole in the jumper while her mother lifted the blanket “Where are your socks?” Bee grimaced. Socks in bed were very uncomfortable, even if she was sick or cold. So of course she had taken them off first chance she got. With a sigh Joanne put on the thick socks and Bee was glad she didn’t inquire further or make a comment about it. Then she tried to make her drink a bit but Bee had enough after just one sip. She just wanted to lie down and curl up again. Luckily, her mother complied and then left the room, returning with another blanket which she carefully draped over her daughter. Bee snuggled up further and John helped her adjust the blanket a bit “Are you feeling better?” she didn’t’ reply but at least the feeling of coldness wasn’t that bad anymore but still she trembled. Again, the boy placed the warm towel on her face but this time left it there.

“What else can we do?”

“I guess it’s best to let her rest a bit and wait until it’s over” Her mother sat down on the chair, looking at her daughter. For another time, it seemed like an eternity, the trembling went on, then she finally felt her body calm down. Then Joanne got up “I think it’s better if you continue this tomorrow, she should look after herself.” she walked to the door. Bee let out a little huff. She didn’t want John to leave. After all she still needed to know so much and she was always looking forward to the history lessons, even though it currently was a topic that didn’t interest her currently. Then again, somehow she didn’t feel awake enough to do something herself.

“I think I’ll stay” John said and she smiled to herself “We’ve got to finish a chapter in ‘Wuthering Heights’ until Friday and I thought I could read it to her” a part of her wanted to tell him that she had already finished the book yesterday in her boredom. Also because somehow she felt bad that he spent so much of his time telling her everything they did in school, up to three hours a day when he also needed to complete community service on some of them. And Bee felt responsible because if John’s friends had not pushed her into a pile of snow, from which he had helped her out and got her home he father, the judge, would have never learned what had been going on and leading to John needing to tell the truth; that he had been out with friends drinking and then got punished for underage drinking. Funnily enough, John blamed her sickness on this incident, or mainly her being stuck in snow for a while, which was also the reason he had started coming to see her every day after she had been missing it out for more than three days.

“Alright. But not too long” with a nod he sat down and took her book from the nightstand. He opened it where the bookmark was, on the last page

“You finished it?”

“I…” a part of her wanted to lie but she couldn’t “Yeah. I was bored yesterday”

“Oh well…” he just wanted to put it away

“But if you want to read it you can still do it. Like read it for yourself that you did the homework” he shook his head

“I’m here for you. History it is then I guess”

“Yay” she muttered

“I thought you don’t like World War II?”

“I mean I don’t think anyone liked the war. Maybe Hitler. Or well maybe not so much towards the end when they were losing”

“Which was when?”

“1945”

“A bit more specific?”

“Spring?” he raised an eyebrow

“You mean you can tell which battle happened where on each day of the Civil war but can’t answer this? That was less than forty years ago, Bee”

“There you have it. It’s not even forty years ago. Our parents were alive then. That’s not history. That’s just politics. And politics is boring”

“So how much does it need to be in the past that you consider it history?”

“Dunno. 80 to 100 years I guess”

“So what happened today one hundred years ago?”

“Oh I don’t know. 1882…. Not today but Charles Darwin died. And in March there was some shit going on in Tombstone, Arizona between the Clantons and Earps, you know after the O.K corral gunfight, which actually has been on 26th of October 1881 but their feud went on and one of the younger Earp brothers, Morgan, was killed. No one knows who did it though. Oh and Franklin Roosevelt was born in 1882. See? Now that connects to World War II” he shook his head

“You are something…”

“Oh yeah? You love hockey but can you tell me who played in the NHL finale of uhhh let’s say 1950? Or with what score even?”

“Err no"

“But you can tell me who played yesterday and what the score was? And who’s gonna play today? Or who won the Stanley Cup last year? And probably even who scored the winning goal?”

“Alright I see”

“Well then” she got more comfortable “Do tell me what about World War II Mr. Walker wants us to know so bad”

#whumptober 2023 #no.2 #thermometer #mystery alaska #fic #sickness tw #john biebe #bee burns chronicles #john biebe x oc #bee burns

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Lazy Mornings and Whatnot

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

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“Jake,” you whispered as you brushed the few fallen strands of blond hair out of his face. “Baby, you need to let me up.”

His closed eyelids pinched, and with a small groan, he tightened his arm around your waist, rolled on his back and pulled your body on top of his. You tried to wiggle from his grasp, but his strength was overpowering, and your constant shifting had him releasing a sleepy whine.

“Jake, I have to go to work.”

“Nuh-uh,” he mumbled, voice drenched in exhaustion. “You’re sick today.”

“Is that so?”

Yawning, he blindly reached out his hand and pawed at your face until he could feel your forehead. “You’re warm. Probably a fever. Gotta stay in bed,” he said, his words slowly fading as he dropped his arm back down and let sleep begin to claim him once again.

You smiled at the sereness of his features, the tips of his eyelashes softly brushing against the tops of his cheeks, his lips slightly parted to take in and release gentle inhales, hair still practically in place despite everything you had done in your bed the night before.

Leaning your head down, you pressed delicate kisses over the span of his chest. “I’m warm because your ridiculously high body temperature is transferring over to mine,” you said, not knowing for sure if he could even hear you. And when you thought you heard the first of his little snores, you started to move again, carefully rearranging your limbs in attempt to escape.

Before you could make any progress, both of his arms were around you and he was turning back onto his side, trapping you within the muscled cage of his body. “You’re sick.” He nuzzled his face into the mess of your hair. “Leaving the bed could make it worse. Your boss agrees.”

“What?”

“She wants you to rest.”

“Jake…” You poked at his chest.

He hummed, eyebrows dipping down in the center at the abuse.

“You spoke to my boss?”

“Mhmm, like an hour ago.”

“You called her?” Your voice rose an octave as your torso lifted off the bed from the subconscious instinct to immediately find your phone.

His hand went to your hip and he held you to the mattress, eyes still closed when he said, “She called me.” He yawned again. “Asked how you were doing because apparently you are so desperately, achingly in love with me that you’ve been overworking yourself to cope with my absence; something about going in at seven in the morning and not leaving until nine at night. And she said she knew I was coming home yesterday, so...” He shrugged as best he could, hand sliding down your back to your ass, squeezing your flesh and pulling you to him, closing every inch between your bodies.

You chuckled, though slightly out of nervousness. “So you told her I was sick?”

“Subtlely implied. She took it and ran with it, and I just didn’t say otherwise. You know she doesn’t care if you need to take a day anyway.”

“Good god,” you whimpered, rubbing at your forehead.

“Lay your head back down, baby, otherwise you’re never going to get better.”

You rolled your eyes, but then you shoved at his shoulder until his back met the mattress again, and you laid your head on his chest, arm draping over his waist. One of his hands rubbed up and down your forearm while the other’s fingers sifted through the stands of your hair.

“I don’t want you overworking yourself,” he said.

You had hoped he would never have to know. He was always so concerned about how well you were taking care of yourself, and he hadn’t hidden his worry when he told you he would be leaving for two weeks for a mission. It gave you more anxiety than usual, which was an impressive accomplishment on its own. Jake leaving to risk his life at all terrified you, whether it was for fourteen days or fourteen minutes. But if he was going to be gone longer, then you had to be scared for longer, stressed for longer, sleep deprived for longer. Taking care of yourself, your needs, fell to the back burner.

You should have known your boss would call him. Her husband being one of Jake’s superiors, not unused to leaving his wife in fear of losing him, made your boss want to take you under her wing. It wasn’t a week into knowing one another that the older woman had exchanged phone numbers with Jake in case either of you ever needed something from her. But you didn’t like to take advantage of that kindness.

“I have to focus on something, or I just end up thinking of all the ways you could get hurt, or worse.”

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked down at you, tilting your face up to his with a knuckle crooked under your chin. “Y/N, when we got married—”

“I know,” you sighed.

“Well, you’re going to hear it again, because you sometimes seem to forget,” he began, “When we got married, we made a promise to trust one another. I asked you to trust me to come home to you, and if you could do that for me, then I would put my trust in you to take care of yourself while I’m gone,” he said.

“Jake—”

“See, now, I have held up my end of that agreement. You, however,” he tsked.

He wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty, but he wasn’t wrong in what he said. You’d dated for a year before he asked you to marry him, and during that year and your brief engagement, he’d come home from missions to find you exhausted, passed out at your desk with a pen in your hand, and with no food in the fridge. He’d seen it enough times to catch on to what happens when he isn’t around. In the two years of your marriage, you managed to do better, for the most part, but with the last mission being so long…

He leaned down to kiss you. “I love you, baby, so damn much. This working yourself to death, the not sleeping, the forgetting to eat…it’s not ok. And I’m not going to have my wife mistreating herself.”

You nodded.

“Words, please.”

“I understand,” you sighed, and he connected your lips again.

“Not to mention,” He pulled back and nudged his nose against yours before kissing your forehead. “I want a baby,” he whispered against your skin.

“What?” Eyes widened in shock, your body jerked back, tearing you from his arms. But with a frown he grabbed your wrist and yanked you back to him.

“Stop doing that,” he grumbled.

“What did you just say?”

He rolled his eyes. “A baby.”

“Yea, I heard that. You want one?”

“Yep.”

You placed your hand on his scruffy, unshaven cheek, feeling the tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. “Jake…” you murmured.

“I want a little rugrat that is half of you and half of me. But in order to have a rugrat or five—”

“Five?”

“—I need you to take care of yourself.”

The look in his eyes, the adoration, the love, tightened the stiches he had once used to mend your heart. Years ago, you were different people. You, someone with a struggle to believe any words a man might throw at you, having dealt with your fair share of worthless men for the majority of your life. Jake, a man who had never had a steady relationship, never wanting anything or anyone to tie him down.

When you quite literally ran into each other at the Hard Deck, you had just sworn off men, but Jake, according to Phoenix, took one look at you and stopping seeing any other women. He looked right through them from that point on and focused his energy on convincing you to go out with him. “One date,” he had said, holding up his index finger, “you still find me annoying by the end of it, I’ll leave you alone forever. I can’t promise I won’t stare at you every chance I get, but I won’t bother you…deal?” You had nodded, replied “Deal,” and that was the beginning of the end of that battle. He won the moment you opened your front door as he was picking you up for the date, confidant in his stance, but nervous in his smile and the way he stretched his fingers at his side to keep them from jittering.

He later told you he hoped you hadn’t noticed that, but the truth was, seeing him nervous, real, human, not cocky for perhaps the first time in his life, was how you knew you would inevitably fall in love with him. You couldn’t say when it would happen, in a day or in a year, but you just knew you would.

“I will,” you said. “I promise.”

“Good.” He grinned and pecked your lips. “You prepared for me to make you a momma?”

You giggled at the tickling of your face and neck from his kisses. “Right now?”

“No,” he said, pausing to meet your eyes. “Right now, we are going back to sleep. It’s eight a.m., I spent two weeks without my wife in my arms, and we are both exhausted. We will sleep for as long as we need to, then we are going to work on making our baby. Sound good?”

“Yea,” you smiled, “Sounds good.”

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