#i woke up from a nap because i’m sick as fuck

[dottores]

bro i don’t even know what to say right now

[nemesyaaa]

rafe cameron x sleepy!reader

summary : you were just the sleepiest girl of the town. (kinda sweet smutty prompt / etablished relationship. soft! boyfriend!rafe.)

warnings : except smut, nothing much. bad sleeping shedule.

author's note : /.

“ I’m fucking tired.” you yawned as you entered the room. since the beginning of the evening, you had only been looking forward to getting back to the soft comfort of your bed.

you couldn't help but become sleepy, which meant letting your boyfriend take care of you because you were unable to stay awake. you never needed to be careful because rafe cameron always had his eyes on you. and as long as you were next to him, as long as he could feel you even if you were dead asleep and drooling over his chest, he allowed you to take a nap on his lap for hours. it was one of your few privileges.

something he didn't allow was people waking you up. if it he had to shut down every fucking noisy kook in a room to let you sleep, he would do it. it was his own version of let me burn the world for you but in a better way, more like let me quit this entire world for you.

you loved these moments of calm and peace when you slept wearing only one of his t-shirts acting like a dress around your naked body, and white high socks.

rafe was spooning you while you were already falling asleep, the reassuring and warm feeling of his cold fingers slipping under your t-shirt, his large hands covering the flesh of your waist , letting his strong arms gently slowly pulling you towards him. the shushing sound of his lips hovering your neck as you were dragged by his thick fingers. your barely covered body lazily comes closer, as soft breaths break the silence of your mouth, quickly followed by the sleepy whines of your tall boyfriend that holds his grip tighter in your hips, making sure you can't go anywhere, even if you were in a deep sleep.

you had a complicated relationship with your sleep schedule because you were sleeping both too much and not enough at the same. you could be fully awake at 5am but literally dead asleep at 12pm. for the simple reason that you were not sleeping at the right time, nor at the right hour, nor in the right place. you were one of those sleepiest girls who would disappear for hours not because you were going out on the town with friends or even stepping foot outside, but because you would sleep for hours on end.

you told rafe that you were just closing your eyes to take a nap but you ended up waking up in the evening.

when you woke up, you were completely lost and disorganized but above all so tired. it was almost ridiculous. your boyfriend was now used to your eyes half-closed, your hair completely messed up and across your exhausted face, drool on the corner of your lip with that oh-so-stupid expression.

he lay down on the bed, while you looked at him with wide opened eyes. at this point, you weren't even sure you recognized your own boyfriend. “ rafe ? ”

“still asleep, babe? "

his voice was usually low, while he brushed away the trail of drool that was leaking from your mouth with his thumb. you nodded, and he smiled. “ such a baby. ”

you were a terrible temptation. he could have fucked you while you were sleeping. and maybe that was even what you wanted sometimes when you slept so scantily dressed, leaving your tiny thong in full view while you lay on your back, legs unconsciously spread.

“let me help you…” he whispered as he flipped you onto the bed, pushing your thighs apart to make himself a place. he had pulled down his boxers without removing them completely, before forcing your legs open with one hand. "fucking wet. i bet you dreamed about that dick inside you."

the smirk on his face was pretty charming and sick, and he pushed the fat tip of his cock against your soaked slit, before making morning slaps on your little glistening cunt. his length was so hard, hitting your sensitive bud. the plushy mushroom getting glossy from your weeping hole. he looked at you, holding his dick in a hand with your wetness dripping from the shaft, as you had a hard times focusing on his movements but he squeezed your cheeks on his hands, pulling your face closer to him. “ get that mouth open, want to be able to spit on it whenever i want. ”

it was also a pretty excuse for him to force you to keep your eyes open. when he first pushed in with a hard thrust that literally arched all your body, you screamed out of pleasure and pain. he didn't wait before starting working his dick faster in your swollen cunt. you always take him so good, and he can't help but pound you even deeper every time he hears your sleepily voice moaning softly, the whining getting louder and bigger as he stretches you open. you were too good, a forbidden pleasure for sure, your sloppy pussy fully soaked him.

little by little, you begin to be fully awake, eyes filled with shining tears. you were a mess that was crying and panting from the roughness of your boyfriend, crybaby whines begging for rafe’s attention. your mouth getting muffled by his, he shushed you through the kiss, heavy breath and drool falling between your lips. “ s-s-slow down ! ” you cried out.

he mocked you gently, answering with a wicked smile. “ what about faster ? thought that's what you wanted ? ”he was still fucking you, but now a hand reached your throat, as the thickness of his length stuffed the inside of your walls, hitting all the spots. “ r-rafe. ” you exploded.

you were shaking, gasping for air and throbbing, eyes still locked in rafe's gaze while you lost your mind, thinking of how deep he was inside you. your cunt still twitching around his cock, making you unable to catch your breath and literally choking against the hand pressed on your throat. you were already tired, the inner of your thighs dripping with arousal and legs breaking with each thrusts. and those massive orgasms didn't help. his face was now sweaty from the heat and the sex, hot breaths escaping his lips and absolutely no sign of exhaustion. he could fuck you to death. and you wish you could reach this level but you were already too drained by the fast back and forth. “ this is how i should wake up my sleepy girl every morning. don't you think ? ”

he finally managed to cum, spilling thicks of loads inside you. your head failing in the bed as he slowly pulled his dick out, before pushing it into your mouth. the sight of your tongue licking every single drop of juice left him even horny, your pretty lips weeped with cum and wetness, that he smeared with the tip of his cock, before letting you clean everything.

“ it was not a fuck, it was an attempted murder. ” you told him.

“ don't inspire me for round 2, you will regret it. ”

“ don't complain me about why i sleep this much when you fucking me like that. ”

“ i'm fucking tired…” you said, a little yawn leaving your mouth as rafe and you entering the room after a living pool party, were you literally rested on your boyfriend’s lap during all the event, falling asleep on his shoulder as he was still talking with his friends.

he was now used to since he dated you from a long moment. he was now able to take care of you every time you fell asleep. as always, there was no warning. you could be smiling, living the party, it doesn't mean you were not sleepy. He sometimes complained about how much you slept, but at the same time, how much you didn't get enough sleep.

“ no shit. you were literally drooling over me. ” he said sarcastically. “ lift your arms. ” he commanded, before helping you remove your dress.

he almost passed out when your breasts literally bounced out of your bra as your arms leaned down, his dick slightly growing and forming a bulge inside his pants. but damn, it was not the moments because he knows for sure that you will now fall asleep. AGAIN.

“ do you think topper is mad at me for sleeping at his birthday’s party ? ”

“ do i look like the type of boyfriend that i care about what another man is feeling about my girlfriend ? because, i'm not. ”

“ it was rude…. it's his birthday ! ”

“ babe, i could even fuck you right in front of him that he wouldn't even care or remarks. don't you see how he was just drooling like a dog because of my sister ? ”

“ maybe, i should call…”

rafe had raised an eyebrow, his jaw twitching slightly as you pulled on one of his t-shirts. “ since when do you have topper’s number ? ”

“I mean with your phone. Why would I have his number. Anyways, i'm sorry for this…it's pretty embarrassing. ”

“ What about looking me in the eyes if you at least want me to believe you about your apologies?”

“ Don't fight me right now, i'm tired.”

“ And actually, when you're not ? ” he mocked, and you finally looked at him.

“ When i'm sleeping, it's obvious. ”

“ You forget when i fuck you’. It doesn't seems like you're very tired. ”

after showering and brushing your teeths, you moved to your favorite place in the world — your bed. you loved the clean of the sheets. you covered yourself with the blanket, dropping only your head out.

when rafe appareaded, you couldn't help but stare at his perfect body. you followed his moves, lurking to the good and big shape of his biceps, the well-sculpted ridges of his abs, the visible v-line curved on his hips. “ don't look at me like that. ” he warned.

“ then i will look at someone else. ”

“ funny. ” he said, chuckling without smiling. “ that you think i will let you do such a thing. but keep daydreaming. ”

“ no need to be jealous. there is no kooks better than you. ”

“ does it mean there are pogues better than me ? ”

you sighed, shaking your head and crossing your arms.

“ i don't even hang out with pogues ! don't take it in the wrong way. what about watching a good movie before sleeping ? ”

“ be serious. i know you well, you're gonna fall asleep before the movie even starts. ”

“ no ! i'm fully awake. ”

“ which movies do you want to watch ? and there is no way i'm gonna watch that fucking film with a black cat and a ladybug. ”

“ then what about five nights at Freddy's ? ”

“ sounds better. ” he simply said, while typing on the dashboard.

your gaze leaned down on his ringed fingers, fast and thick. your slowly opened your lips, imagining how much they can stretch your mouth, leaving her with a pool of drool from how wet they're from your saliva. but also, how much they will manage to keep your mouth open without effort.

a sparkle shone in your eyes, and you wrapped your arm around rafe's one, making him look without really giving you full attention. “ what you want ? ”

“ nothing. did you find the movie ? ”

“ you like horror movies ? ”

“ no, i like josh. ”

“ bet he died at the end of the movie. ”

“ rafe ! ”

“ yea, keep crying. ”

he started the movie but you were very sleepy. again. you forced yourself to keep your eyes open but it was really hard. you blinked so many times to fight the urge of sleeping, but you're finally falling asleep.

rafe didn't stopped the movie because he was now too invested in it, but let your head rest against his naked chest, stroking your hair gently.

at the beginning of your relationship, it was so new for him to be this close to a person, to reach this type of intimacy but now he was craving for it, finding peace and comfort.

you were his sleepy girlfriend that was now sleeping over him, but will probably wake up in five hours when he will be dead asleep while, you will be looking for a nocturnal activity, trying to not wake him up.

sometimes, and a lot of times, you have sleepless nights that make you even more tired, and fall asleep early or late in the morning. you could feel though the sleep, rafe's arm loosening around your body as he manages to leave the bed to start the day while you just catching your night.

“ good morning, rafe. ”

“ it's 7pm. ”

“ ... ”

[themultifandomgal]

Hey I got a request for peaky blinders

So basically tommy is a single dad to a girl she is 2 years old and you got you was I’ll and tommy was in a meeting and you was bored she u walk. In and tommy yelled at you So you run off and started crying you find John and Arthur and told they what happened how u was I’ll and they find tommy to tell him he was a dick about yelling at you then he told u he was sorry

Hope that make sense x

Tommy Shelby- Just Want To Protect You

I hope this is what you wanted.

YN and Tommy haven’t been dating all that long, she knew he was a single dad and his daughter, Mary, came first no matter what. YN also knew that he was a dangerous man, but she didn’t care. To her Tommy was a caring man who loved his family (even if he didn’t show it), all he wanted to do was keep YN and his daughter safe.

Unfortunately Mary had been ill with a cold the last week so while Tommy was in meetings YN would take on the roll of looking after her, however today YN woke up feeling rough. She has a headache, stuffy nose and scratchy throat, but still being a mother figure to the young girl YN takes on the task of looking after her and and house while Tommy is in his office working.

“I want daddy”

“I know” YN replies bouncing the crying girl in her arms “but daddy is busy. Why don’t you take a nap. You might feel better and when you wake up, daddy might be finished”

“Ok” Mary sniffles snuggling into YN’s neck. YN takes Mary to her bedroom and puts her down. She stays with Mary until she’s asleep. Feeling rough herself she decides to go and have a nap herself, however due to her blocked nose and now cough, YN gives up after half an hour.

Making her way down stairs she decides to make herself and Tommy a cup of tea. Feeling bored YN knocks on Tommys office door before walking in

“Hi love, I made you a drink” YN says walking in placing the tea on his desk, Tommy just grunts in response “Mary is asleep, still has this awful cold. I said maybe once she wakes up you’d be finished with work”

“And why would you tell her that?” Tommy looks up to YN

“I just thought that you could have a break, you can sit in your chair and work all the time. Mary misses you”

“I can’t just stop working because Mary wants me to”

“I’m not saying that. You’ve been in here since 6 this morning. It’s now 1 and you’ve not had a break or anything to eat”

“I can’t”

“Fine. Guess I’ll be looking after your sick child all day again”

“I didn’t ask you to”

“Then who will? Your to busy with you fucking businesses to even notice that she’s been crying for you this morning”

“Don’t you swear at me!” Tommy yells standing up “Mary isn’t even your daughter so if she’s so much of a bother why don’t you just go!” Feeling taken back YN takes in what Tommy just said

“Fine” YN replies keeping her tears back.

Asking one of the maids to keep an eye on Mary, YN leaves the house and makes her way to the Garrison where she sees Arthur and John

“YN” John waves his brothers girlfriend over

“Hi” she sadly says

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s our brother done this time?” Arthur sighs

“It’s just that, I don’t feel well but ive been taking care of his daughter who’s also ill. When I told him to have a break from work he just blew up”

“Our brother is an idiot YN, I’ll speak with him” John replies

“No don’t. He will know I’ve spoken to you and he will probably have a fit. I’m gonna get a drink”

That evening YN sits her home with a book in her hands, when there is a knock at her door. Putting her book down she heads over feeling confused to who could be at her front door. Opening it up there is Tommy holding flowers in his hands

“I’m a dick I know. I’m sorry”

“You better come in” YN opens up her door wider so Tommy could enter “where’s Mary?”

“At home. Ada has her. I know I shouldn’t have shouted at you, your ill and been looking after my daughter. You didn’t have to but you did. I just get so scared when it comes to you and Mary. I just want to keep you safe and we have a problem with the business. I didn’t want you involved, I didn’t want to worry you”

“Tom, I’m your girlfriend. If we want this to work you can’t shut me out”

“I know I know. Arthur and John knocked some sense into me. Let me make it up to you. Let me cook supper for you. Treat you like a queen”

“I’d like that” YN smiles.

[she-whatshername]

Thoughts while in my cold medicine induced haze

Prompt: how absolutely terrible the Marked Ones would be at taking care of you. Because they can’t be perfect at everything

Xaden:

The fault: too overprotective

“Tell me again,” he asked, “who were you with yesterday?”

“Huh? Xaden, why?” You grumbled hoarsely while pulling the covers up to your chin. It had been ten minutes since Xaden came into your room with a cup of tea and all of it was spent asking weird questions. The bedside manner this man had was…questionable. Pun intended. You just wanted him to snuggle and pamper you, was that too much to ask?!

“That Ridoc kid was sneezing this morning. Didn’t even cover his mouth,” he explained. He stood up from the edge of your bed, practically pacing. “Saw him yesterday didn’t you? I knew he was behind it.”

“Love. Please just lay with me.”

He grumbled while laying next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist. Finally. This was the comfort you were seeking. You begsn to close your eyes and settle for a nap.

“…want me to stab him a few times for you?”

Oh for fucks sakes! You let out an annoyed groan and threw the covers over your head, not before throwing Xaden and his ridiculous theories out of your room for the rest of the afternoon.

Garrick:

The fault: too handsy

“Thank you so much for the tea, Garrick.” You mumbled from the nest of covers you were under on the bed.

“Aww, you say my name so cute when you’re all stuffed up like that.” He smirked while sitting on the bed next to you. “You know, you look really hot for being sick as shit.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Was he serious? You were in the middle of a cold sweat, “I haven’t even showered today.”

A glint if mischief appeared in his eyes, “dirty girl.”

“Enough. Keep it in your pants Tavis, I’m sick!” Gods, normally you would find his libido and teasing tolerable but today? not the day.

But this was Garrick. It was a losing battle, “You’re so hot when you order me around like that. I’m kidding - don’t look at me like that. Just get some sleep okay?”

You rolled away from him and closed your eyes, hoping a nap would make you feel any bit better. After about an hour you woke, rising from the bed to head to the bathroom. You walked past Garrick who was lounging on a chair by the washroom door. It was nice he stayed with you while you slept. But that affection quickly ended once you felt his hand careen against your ass in a playful slap.

And while you’d normally find love taps like that endearing, you decided to return the favor and throw Garrick out of your room on his own ass.

Bodhi:

The fault: none! Angel this one is

Though, he’s probably such a hovering partner lolol

“I got your tea, love.”

“Thanks Bodhi.” You smiled at him while snuggling into your sheets. Now that you had some tea a nap wouldn’t be too far off. Just want you need.

“Of course. Need anything else? A book?”

“No, darling. I’m good.”

“Fluff your pillows?”

“You’re so sweet. I’m fine.”

“Need some more medicine?”

“All good.”

“Want me to get you lunch? Have you eaten?”

“No, and yes. I’m all set.”

“Need a massage?”

“No.”

“Want some help reorganizing your blankets?”

“Bodhi.”

“Can I get you some water?”

“Please-“

“Can I help you clean up in here?”

You groan and throw the blankets over your face as you attempt to silence the sounds of his questions and the other noises as he began to clean your room.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 10: The Sniffles

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Hongjoong (cold)

Caregiver(s): Seonghwa, Mingi, mostly

Word Count: 2,239

Notes: So this is the second Sicktember fic finished in the nick of time (literally stayed up to string all the pieces together an hour past my normal 'bedtime,' per say). This idea got away from me, and there will be more it coming post-Sicktember. This is just a "small" snippet, and, of course, fully of nonsense side plots. I also have learned that I have no idea what to do with San in these fics; he's the one member I have no figured out to at least a working degree, so we're gonna keep working on that. Really for all of the members... ramble over.

Sunday

Hongjoong woke up coughing. And not the kind of ‘clearing the throat from sleep’ cough, but rather the ‘hacking up gross shit’ cough. Lying down, he almost felt like he was choking. But even after vaulting into a sitting position, he immediately doubled over with the force of the cough, face buried in his hands. The sudden movement caused something to shift in his sinuses, and before he’d even gotten his breath back under control, he was thrown forward by a string of sneezes that left him feeling dazed and breathless. 

Hongjoong groaned. The nap had not helped. The universe had not been on his side. He was sick. He was sick and he had to be on camera in an hour. 

Well shit.

*

“Hongjoong-ah, we have you sitting in between Seonghwa and Mingi right there.” Their manager was smiling, but there was pity in his eyes. But he very casually slipped him a bottle of water, a blister pack of pills covertly tucked against his palm, so Hongjoong couldn’t stay mad at him. The captain nodded, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before moving into the room. A series of crafty items were spread around the table, and the members were so busy taking it all in no one had seen him yet. 

“How was the nap, hyung?” Mingi, who only knew the figure shuffling towards the table was Hongjoong because he’d heard their manager say his name, asked. Hongjoong noticed that San and Wooyoung were still missing. 

“Fine.” Five pairs of eyes snapped to him, and Hongjoong felt his body physically shrink into his hoodie. He fought the sudden urge to clear his throat. “What?”

“Hyung…” If he’d thought the manager’s pity was bad, it was ten times worse from Yunho’s pouted lips and wide eyes. 

“What?!” Hongjoong repeated. He felt his cheeks heating up from the scrutiny. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that is so far from true.” Seonghwa had pushed out his chair and was moving around the table towards him. 

“Don’t!” Hongjoong held up a warning finger to his friend. Seonghwa, the disobedient little shit he was, did not stop moving until he had his hand pressed against Hongjoong’s cheek. The captain swatted his hand away, tried to step back out of his reach, but Seonghwa (whose reflexes weren’t compromised by a cold) was faster, catching Hongjoong’s wrist and feeling his forehead this time. 

“You’re warm, but not fever warm,” the eldest muttered, lips quirked to the side. 

“See? The nap worked…”

“But you look and sound so much worse,” Seonghwa finished, settling back in his heels, arms crossed over his chest. Hongjoong glared at him. Which lasted all of two seconds before a cough bubbled up in his throat. Elbow thrust against his mouth, he turned his back on his members, as if that could hide his very obvious illness. 

“Hyung, you can always go back to bed,” Yeosang offered. There was that pity again. Fuck. “ATINYs will understand if you sit this one out.”

“Seriously, Joong-hyung. You look rough,” Jongjo replied. His voice was so much softer than usual. “Like, rough enough that ATINYs are going to notice and worry about you. Not to mention we’ll be worrying about you.”

“And, if your own wellbeing and ATINY’s worries aren’t enough to convince you, the rest of us would very much like to not have whatever you’re having right now,” Yunho added, his tone teasing, but the sentiment clear. 

Hongjoong sighed, pushing the heels of his hands against his eyes. It was too much. All of this: the managers worrying about him, his dongsaengs worrying about him, ATINYs worrying about him… This was why he couldn’t be sick. Ever. Ever ever. This was so stupid! He felt a hand on his shoulder, but shrugged it off. 

“Joong…” This time, both of Seonghwa’s hands grasped his shoulders. Hongjoong dropped his hands away from his face, fixing Seonghwa with a frustrated glare. Seonghwa’s face was a mix of concern and patience. “Are you overwhelmed?” The captain blinked. He hadn’t expected that question. But… He nodded. “How are you feeling? Tell me honestly.”

“I feel okay. I’m just stuffed up is all.” His statement was punctuated by a congested sniffle. “But I got meds, so I’ll be fine.” He shook the blister pack for good measure.  

Seonghwa arched one eyebrow at him. “You’re sure?” 

Hongjoong nodded. “It’s just a bad case of the sniffles.” 

Seonghwa turned to face the other members, a silent conversation happening between them all. Hongjoong hated being the subject of said conversation, wanted to shrink back into his hoodie again. “If you’re sure, then, let’s get ready to go.” Seonghwa returned to his seat, gesturing for Hongjoong to follow. The captain nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he moved to his own chair. As he sat down, he felt Mingi’s hand against his lower back, warm fingers rubbing against sore muscles. Hongjoong smiled, nodded towards his fellow rapper. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought. 

*

Hongjoong was, once again, wrong. The universe had truly decided to fuck with him today. Despite popping the pills from the manager ten minutes before the live started, Hongjoong had yet, at fifty minutes in, to feel any positive changes in his condition. In fact, he felt worse than before. Extra lights had been turned on to brighten up scene, and the additional heat from the lights had immediately made him uncomfortable. Hongjoong may not have been running a fever, but something about the additional light was unsettling him. His skin felt too close against his body, his limbs felt all shuddery, his head was starting to beat with a consistent, almost rhythmic pain. He spent most of the live silently puttering around with the art supplies immediately in front of him, barely listening to his members’ chatter. 

And none of that compared to the absolute mortification his respiratory system was causing him. It was almost as if his body had decided to completely betray him the minute the camera turned on. He had, of course, started the live with their team chant, which had been fine. But, as he attempted to explain their activity for the day, his voice had caught in his throat, prompting a cough that lasted a second too long. Yunho had covered him that time with a joke about how their time with ATINYs had just started and wouldn’t be over for a while, so there was no reason to be getting choked up yet. Hongjoong would have to thank him for that later. He would also have to thank Seonghwa for picking up his explanation for the activity for him. And Mingi for pushing his water bottle into his hand. 

Really, he’d just have to thank his whole team for putting up with him today period. Cause if he wasn’t absentmindedly doodling on the paper before him, completely checked out, he was trying his damnedest not to draw attention to himself, which was increasingly hard given how often his body decided to be disruptive. What had been a sore throat and stuffy nose had become a near constant urge to cough and sneezing every few minutes. At first it was easy to stifle it all into the collar or sleeve of his hoodie, but as time wore on, the more tired he became, and the harder it was to control his own body. 

“Hongjoong-ah, what are you drawing?” San called, attempting to lean around Yeosang, Wooyong, Jongho, and Seonghwa to see. The captain had been too quiet, and San wanted to make sure he didn’t completely slip away. 

Hongjoong met San’s eyes then stared down at his paper, also wondering what he was drawing. He opened his mouth to respond, but immediately held up a finger to pause as he was cut off by an abrupt sneeze that he barely caught in his wrist.

“Whoa! Bless you!” San exclaimed, slightly taken aback. From the other side of the table, he’d been the least aware of his hyung’s condition. “You good?”

“Uh-huh…Huh-ET’huh! ET’Chuh!” This time he had more warning to turn away from his members, from the camera, hands covering his face. He felt a hand on his back (Mingi, probably) rubbing between his shoulder blades. Another hand pulling at his arm (gentle but firm, definitely Seonghwa), moving one hand from his face to pass him a travel pack of tissues that he gratefully accepted. 

“Hyung, are you good?” Wooyoung exclaimed, pointing to the iPad screen in front of him. “ATINYs are worries that you’re sneezing so much.” 

“No, he is not ‘good.’” Seonghwa jerked his thumb accusingly at Hongjoong despite his focus on the picture he was coloring. “He’s got a cold.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” Hongjoong smiled brightly at the camera, so brightly that for a moment he almost didn’t look like he was on the verge of collapse. “Just the sniffles is all.”

“I can literally hear you breathing,” Mingi said. The captain shoot him an unamused glare, trying very hard not to smile at the way that Mingi shrunk down, giggling like a child who knew he’d be getting away with something. 

“Hyung, I’m never gonna forgive you if you get me sick,” Yunho joked. 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “For the last time, none of you are gonna get sick…”

His statement was immediately followed by Seonghwa turning away from the table, catching two delicate sneezes into his sleeve. Hongjoong glared as the eldest broke into the brightest fit of giggles. Yunho, San, and Mingi all OOoooOOOO-ing loudly, pointing at him, did nothing to lift his mood.

“Hyung, I think your sniffles are contagious,” Wooyoung commented, to several chuckles from around the table. 

“No, no, it was the markers…”

But Seonghwa’s dramatic pointing at the pack of scented markers he and Jongho had just opened was cut off by an overly dramatic fake sneeze from Mingi that caused Yunho to nearly fall out his chair laughing. 

“Oh no, it’s the sniffles, they’re contagious!” Mingi chuckled. 

Hongjoong pouted. “Be nice to meeeee!” he whined, leaning his head heavily against the table, earning even more laughs. “I’m siiiiick!” 

“We kid, we kid.” Mingi patted his back. 

“I’m sorry, that timing was not good,” Seonghwa laughed, also rubbing a hand against the nape of Hongjoong’s neck. 

“I would argue it was perfect,” Jongho replied. 

“I think they smell good,” Yeosang spoke up, intently focused on his drawings. 

“I’m not arguing that point. They’re just strong,” Seonghwa replied, once again cut off, this time by San yelling at Wooyoung, who had quietly been adding purple dots to his craft. 

“AhhHHHH!!! You’re ruining it!” San exclaimed, standing up in a rush of emotion as Wooyoung cackled.

“I just wanted to see how long it would take you to notice!” 

“Aaaaaaand, we have run out of time. And just in time, cause I think we are all losing it a little bit,” Jongho announced formally to the camera. “Thanks for tuning in to another episode of unhinged chaos.”

The rest of the members said their goodbyes, the red light on the camera finally went dark. Hongjoong had only just lifted his head from the table to wave goodbye to ATINY before letting it fall back against his arms. Seonghwa’s fingers were still massaging his neck. That was maybe the only part of his body that felt good right now. 

“How’d those meds work out for you?” the eldest asked. His tone was light, but Hongjoong (and everyone else) could hear the edge to it. 

“They did not.” 

“What happened to ‘it’s just the sniffles?’”

“Well, that’s not really a lie, is it?” He coughed roughly into his fist. “It’s just… slightly more than that.” Mingi pouted, carding his fingers through his captain’s hair. 

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, hyung,” he said gently. 

“Hey, not to change the mood, but I would like it to be known that Yeosang and I carried this live on our backs,” Wooyoung interjected, raising his hand like a child in school. “While the rest of you messed around, we made art.” Yeosang held up a picture of the eight of them as stick figures against an elaborate, colorful background. “Okay, maybe not this art specifically, but…”

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“I didn’t mean…”

“I want to frame this one.”

“No one said you can’t…”

“What if I want it to hang in your dorm?”

Jongho scoffed. “Oh please, hyung, you know those colors don’t match the aesthetic of our dorm.”

Yeosang’s glare was sharp. “Stay out of this.” 

Jongho held up his hands in surrender, a smile breaking on his lips at his own joke. Hongjoong chuckled in spite of himself, glad for the momentary distraction. But the laugh only made him cough again. Damn, he was already so over of this. 

“Alright. Live’s over. Let’s get you back to bed.” Seonghwa clapped his hands, summoning them all to movement. “And the rest of you, I suppose I can’t force you to go to bed, but…”

“You can try…”

“BUT, I can ask you to be respectful of your ailing captain who needs you to be quiet about whatever you choose to do with yourselves,” Seonghwa finished, talking over Wooyoung as he guided Hongjoong by the shoulders towards the stairs. Hongjoong let himself be maneuvered around, too tired to fight it at this point.

[unknownperson246]

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 6: Without You

words: 815

warnings: *angst* *argument* *mentions of miscarriage* *pregnancy* *blood* *cussing* *use of drugs*

You woke up from the nap that Nikki and you took together. You're feeling way better than what you felt a couple of hours ago. Nikki gets up and starts to get ready for his concert. You feel so bored and sad from being alone. You know that it's Nikki's job to do the concerts but all you can do right now is be there with him and support him. 

Four months have passed by of constant traveling and all of the concerts. You can’t take it anymore. You don't want this type of lifestyle. You don't constantly want to be on the road. You want to settle down with Nikki, get married, and have your baby together. You want Nikki to be able to be there for you and his unborn child.  You are now 6 months pregnant with his baby. You feel that you're acting selfish, but it's the life you want for all three of you.

“Nikki come here I need to talk to you,” you say gently.

“I don't want to be on the road anymore, Nikki. It's exhausting and boring. You're barely there for me,” you say softly.

“I’m tired of this Nikki, Why did you even bring me? I told you I would be useless.” You say quietly.

“I brought you with me so I could take care of you and our baby,” He says.

“Well, I can't just stop now. What are you suggesting?.” Nikki asked as he scoffed.

“I think you should quit the band, Nikki,” You say.

“Well, I’m not going to,” Nikki says.

“I want to go back home Nikki” You start to argue with him.

“Fine, I'll get you a plane ticket back home,” Nikki says quietly

“I never meant it that way, Nikki I want to stay with you” you beg.

“Y/N I think we need some space right now okay?” He says firmly.

“I don’t want to go back home without you” Tears start to form in your eyes as you say this to him.

“I don’t want to leave you” you start to sob

“Stop being fucking dramatic Y/N we are only staying away from each other for a couple of months damn it,” He says frustrated.

You go over to the bed and you start to sob even harder.

“Nikki I feel the baby kicking” you cry out in pain while holding the spot the baby keeps kicking you in. 

Nikki comes over to you and you reach out for his hand. You gently grab his hand and put it on the spot where you felt the baby kick.

“Please let me stay with you Nikki,” you say softly as his hand remains on your protruding belly.

“I’m sorry Y/N I can't let you stay. You'll only be distracting me” He says with his eyes looking at you harshly. He pulls his hand away from your belly and gets up from the bed.

 You suddenly feel woozy. Your eyes roll back into your head and you let out soft whimpers of pain. 

“Nikki it hurts” you cry while holding your lower belly.

“It can't hurt that much from the baby kicking,” He says being ignorant.

You start to groan while holding your belly which is full with Nikki's baby growing inside you. You pass out from all the stress that overcame you. As you pass out you see everything around you hazy. Nikki notices and starts to get concerned. At first, he thought you were being dramatic and that you were acting. He starts to get worried sick after seeing you sob and cry out in pain. He calls Vince and Tommy panicked and he tells them what happened on the phone. They bolt into the room. Nikki sees a pool of blood and water leaking from your skirt on the bed. He goes over to the bed and he kneels to where your body is lying on the bed. He goes to grab your body in his arms.

“Hang on, both of you are going to be okay,” he says while holding your belly to try to soothe and comfort you in your unconscious state.

 Nikki is terrified. He is scared that you might be miscarrying. So many thoughts are rushing through his head. He feels so sick from seeing you like this. He feels awful that he potentially triggered labor for you early or that you might be losing the baby because of the argument. He is worried that the baby might come prematurely. They canceled the 6 concerts that were ahead so he could take care of you and the baby when it came. 

“We need to get her to the hospital,” Nikki says.

Nikki feels so frightened and nervous that he decides to shoot up his heroin before taking you to the hospital. Tommy carries you to the car because Nikki is high.

[lionlena]

You're hot... (JavierPeñaxsick!reader)

So, this is a surprise for @creedslove​

I hope you feel a little better after reading this. You deserve Javi to take care of you, honey.

Warnings: None, just fluff

You liked Javier Peña. He was your boss and you thought he was the right man to take down the Cali Cartel. You've heard what others have said about him. That when he was chasing Escobar, he was working with Los Pepes. That he was an asshole... a manwhore. And yet, you couldn't think badly of him. Maybe because he was nice to you from the start. He never ordered you do something. He always used the word "please." It was the same this time: "Y/N, can you sort the papers I left on the couch in my office, please. I have to do something urgent and I don't know if I'll be back today."

And how could you refuse? First, he was your boss. Secondly, he was looking at you with those puppy brown eyes. And three, he was so damn hot.

Unfortunately, you were having a hard time sorting the documents. Normally you handled these things better, but today you felt bad. You had runny nose and a headache since morning, but you thought it was just a slight cold.

You ran your hand across your forehead, "Damm, why is it so hot in here?"

You looked around your boss's office and groaned. There was still a pile of papers on his desk. It was early evening, everyone else had gone home, and you were terribly tired. You looked at the couch. Maybe if you lie down for 10 minutes, your work will go faster after a nap. You just close your eyes. For while.

You curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

You woke up to the feeling of something pleasantly cool touching your forehead. You stretched, opened your eyes... Jesus Christ!!!

Warm brown eyes looked at you with tenderness. Javier Peña, your boss, caught you sleeping at work and was now kneeling by the couch, dangerously close to your face. You didn't know what to say. He spoke first.

"You're hot."

Okay, maybe you just dreamed it.

"Umm... Thank you, I guess."

Javier let out a small chuckle.

"I mean you're hot, you've got a fever, hermosa."

Well, if you had a fever, it was Javier who made you hot as hell.

You sat down awkwardly, being careful not to hit him in the process as Javier was still kneeling by the couch. You looked half-consciously around the office and realized with horror that you had fallen asleep for over two hours.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry... I was going to finish sorting the papers, but..." A sudden shiver went through your body. "I was so tired."

Javier started looking around, you thought he was looking for documents, but it turned out he was looking for something for you. When he realized there wasn't any blanket around, he got up and took off his jacket, then placed it over your shoulders. The material was warmed by his body and you immediately felt better. You have blushed, but he couldn't see it because of the fever.

"Don't worry about it. I shouldn't put so much work on you."

"It's nothing," you whined.

"I'll drive you home."

"What about the documents?"

"Fuck it," he said and extended his hand to you.

All the way to his car, he held you gently and you couldn't help but snuggle into his body. You were sick. You needed comfort, and he obviously didn't mind. As you sat in the car, he asked you for your address and if you needed anything from the store. Medicines? Food? He was so caring. Would others call him "an asshole", now? He certainly wasn't like that in your eyes.

Javier came home with you. He made sure you had the medications you needed. He made you sit on the couch saying, "I'll make you some hot tea."

"You don't have to. I'll be better soon. I have leftover soup in the fridge, I'll warm it up and eat it.”

He shook his head and covered you with the blanket you always kept on the couch. You were still wearing his jacket, but he didn't seem to care.

"Sit here. I'll take care of everything." He raised his eyebrows. "It's official order from boss."

You didn't have the strength to argue with him. You were so comfortable on the couch. You've been watching your boss move swiftly around your kitchen. He warmed up the soup, made you some tea, and set it on the table along with the pills. Then he sat next to you and made sure you ate everything. It was quite funny.

"You know, I'm not a baby," you murmured.

"I would have believed it if I hadn't found you sleeping in my office with a high fever."

You put your head down and whispered:

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't fall asleep there."

You felt Javier put his hand on your knee.

"No, it's not like that. I'm not mad at you for falling asleep. I just don't understand why you agreed to help me if you weren't feeling well?"

You looked at him and shrugged. What happened next was like a dream. Javier gently stroked your cheek.

"Next time tell me you're not feeling well." He got up and grabbed the empty soup bowl. "You're free tomorrow. Rest while I clean up."

You ran out of words. Your boss pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and went to wash your dishes. Normally you'd feel embarrassed, but after you ate the warm soup and took your medicine, you were really ready to go to sleep. And Javier's jacket smelled of his perfume. You lay down and fell into a light sleep.

What happened next must have been a figment of your imagination.

Before leaving your apartment, Javier leaned over you and kissed your forehead whispering:

"Que duermas bien, mi dulce"

You might even think it was all a figment of your fever-ridden mind, but when you woke up in the morning you were still wrapped in his jacket. You smiled. Maybe Javier Peña was an asshole, but not to you.

[naturesapphic]

Flu

Jade west x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing and fluff

While It was windy and raining outside, you were stuck inside sick as fuck. Jade was out to run to the store to get you some more necessities as you were running out of your tissues hella fast. You were missing your girlfriend every second she was gone and you were getting moody. You decided on settling for a nap as you wait on Jade and to hopefully help with getting rid of this sickness that has invaded your body.

You woke up to the sound of jades raspy voice saying “hey y/n/n. Get up. I got your stuff”. Slowly opening your eyes, you are met with green eyes staring back at you and you have her a pout. “Nuuuu I want to sleep!” You groaned out and you instantly regretted it as you got into a coughing fit which made Jade frown. “I’m sorry I woke you up y/n/n but I got you some soup and other things to make you feel like you aren’t dying.” She said jokingly at the end and you gave her a look. “ I AM dying thank you very much.” You said and Jade laughed at your dramatic self.

“Come on baby sit up. Let me go heat up your soup right quick and get your medicine sorted then I’ll be right back okay?” She said and you grumbled but nodded. She left the room and you pouted again. Five minutes later Jade came back with a tray that had your soup and medicine on it and she gently placed it on your lap. “Do you want me to feed you?” She asked and you looked at her confused. “I can feed myself Jade. I’m not a baby.” You explained and then she gave you a soft look, only for a second you saw it, then she said “but you are my baby.”

Your cheeks got red and it definitely wasn’t because you were sick and Jade took notice. You nodded and she gave you a small smile in return. Jade slowly fed you and you ended up finishing the bowl of soup and Jade gave you a genuine smile this time. “I’m so proud of you babygirl and I’ll be even prouder when you take all of your medicine for me.” She said and you whine. “Nooooo! Please jadey don’t make me take it. It taste like an asshole!” You complained and she gave you a stern look. “Medicine. Now.” She demanded and you grumbled and took all of your medicine while giving Jade a disgusted look after each pill you took.

“Now that’s a good girl.” Jade praised and you blushed again which made Jade pinch your cheeks teasingly and you swatted her hands away. “Hey! That hurt!” You protested and she laughed. “Sorry baby. Here let me kiss it better.” She said and you pushed her face away gently. “No! Jade you will get sick!” You pouted and her heart melted a bit when she saw the genuine concern in your eyes when you pushed her face away from yours. “So I get sick.” She said as she shrugged her shoulders and gave you a peck on your lips instead which made you smile. Jade took the tray from your lap and put it on your nightstand. She lifted the covers and got in the bed beside you to which you instantly got into her warm embrace. Jade kissed the top of your head “it’s okay baby. Go to sleep now.” She insisted and you didn’t even bother to protest as you closed your eyes and went into a deep slumber in the arms of your lover.

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed! Winter/Christmas requests are open for all of the people that I write! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

[sneezingfetishftw-fics]

Insufferable (4/7)

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Velvette tried to stave off the panic by focusing on Vox’s work responsibilities, her fingers typing at the speed of light. Unfortunately, her anxious thoughts were moving just as fast. Had she made a mistake by giving him a fever reducer? What if she’d fried his system and now he was shut down? How long would it last? How could they fix this? Would any medicine work on Vox? Could the antivirus be re-enabled, or was this the end? Should they get a new screen for Vox, would that fix it?

“Velvette, darling,” Val said, “you look like you’re about to give yourself an aneurysm. Slow down!”

“This is all your fault in the first place, you bastard! If you hadn’t been such a selfish, dimwitted, arrogant… GAH!”

“I already said I’m sorry. I can’t change the past.” He withered a little under Velvette’s icy glare. “Look, I bet we can find a new compilation of people embarrassing themselves on social media! Do you want to watch together? I can make some popcorn!” he said with a smile.

“But the TV is broken!”

“Yeah, but Vox’s laptop isn’t.”

Velvette hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. She could use a break after all this.

They watched for a little while until Velvette realized she did still have in person work (you know, the work she had before this whole mess) to attend to. She put the laptop back in the cage. “Don’t break anything while I’m gone. And try not to let Vox break anything either!” Valentino just waved.

***************

Shortly after Velvette had returned, Vox stumbled into the living room again. His screen was so dark Velvette could barely make out his facial features, which meant Val was probably seeing even less. Velvette quickly shoved the laptop and her phone back into the Faraday cage. “Morning Velvette, Val,” he said weakly but enthusiastically.

“It’s 6 o’clock,” Valentino said with a frown.

“WHAT?” he asked, his voice distorting in anger as his claws dug into the table and Velvette and Val shared a look of uneasy Déjà vu. “You mean I missed my interview by 9 hours, 9 FUCKING HOURS, and NOBODY WOKE ME UP??”

“Right, that’s it,” Velvette said, marching up to him. “We’re doing an antivirus scan.”

“What are you talking about? And what about my interview?”

Velvette sighed. “I did the interview in your place, because you’re sick. You have a virus, which is why we need to run the antivirus. And you would know this is the third time I’m telling you, if it weren’t for you’re fucking shit-arse corrupted memory banks!”

“Oh.” Vox’s fans were deafeningly loud in the silence that followed. The Vees began to wonder if Vox had lost his voice again, when finally the silence broke. “Hhhh’TTTZZZZZZCHH! Hhh’hhhh’hhh’hhZZZZZZSSH! Heht’dzzzzzsch! HhhhrrrggggZZZZZCHT! Fucking hell!”

Velvette handed him a handkerchief she’d procured during his latest nap. He stared at it awkwardly. “Velvette, I don’t have a nose. What exactly do you expect me to do with this?”

“It’s to cover… oh, never mind,” she said, taking it back. With Vox’s memory failing, now wasn’t exactly the best time to be trying to teach him new things.

“The antivirus?” Val asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.

“Right,” Velvette nodded, staring at Val in a way that clearly said “I’m not snitching on you yet but don’t count on me not to tell on you later.” She turned back to Vox. “Do you know how we would go about running the antivirus scan?” Vox tried to speak but once again sound was failing him. “Perfect. Just what we needed.”

Thankfully, Vox seemed to be capable of pulling up the interface on his screen without needing to talk, though he did have to restart the process a few times when his screen glitched out from coughing fits. Finally, the scan had begun.

It didn’t get far, though, before Vox’s screen started flickering and his breath started hitching. “No no no no no no no no!!!” Velvette protested. “Not now, please Vox! Just wait a little longer.”

“What’s the big deal?” Valentino asked. “I didn’t know you were into edging,” he said with a smirk.

“Ew, no! If you’d been paying any attention, you’d know what I’m talking about. If coughing restarts a process, I reckon sneezing will do the same. If we can’t keep him from sneezing we’ll never get this scan done.” Valentino placed a finger over the center of Vox’s screen. Velvette stared at him blankly. “What are you… he doesn’t even have a nose! Do you really expect that to work?”

Val shrugged. “I don’t see you coming up with a better idea.”

Velvette frowned, having no rebuttal to that. But against all logic, it seemed to be working. The screen flickers got more spaced out and less intense. Val’s finger was covering up most of the progress bar, but eventually the task was completed. “Okay, you can put that finger away now, Val,” Velvette said.

It was as if a dam had opened. Velvette barely had a chance to see the “virus detected” (yeah, obviously!) message before the screen flickered violently and Vox unleashed a torrent of sneezes unlike anything any of them had witnessed before. “Hhhh’tzzzzsh! Zzzzzcht! Hhhh’dzzzt! Heh’tZZZZZZZCHT! Hah’TTTZZZZZZZZZSHT! HAAAAAH’ZZZZZZZZZZST! Hhhhhhh’ZZZZSHT! ZZZZZSH! ZZZZZZZST! D’ZZZZCHHHZT!” It continued on in this manner for at least ten minutes with barely any time to breathe. Velvette noticed out of the corner of her eye that Valentino appeared to have been trying to count the sneezes, but he seemed to have given up fairly quickly. Eventually, Vox regained his breath. “Fuck my life. I never want to do that again.” Val made a mental note that he now had a powerful tool in his arsenal should he ever need to threaten Vox.

Velvette was focused on the screen which had now returned to the antivirus scan results. “Well, the good news is, it found the virus.”

“I know that face,” Vox said, still sniffling. “How screwed am I?”

“Well - it’s got an estimated time of how long the fix will take.”

“And?” he asked impatiently. Then he coughed so loud he couldn’t hear a thing. “Sorry, what was that?”

“48 hours to 2 weeks.”

Vox gave his head a light slap and a shake. “Ugh, sensors really must be busted on this thing. Because I cannot possibly have heard you right.”

“No, you got it. It’s 48 hours to 2 weeks.”

Vox’s face fell. “How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this for that long?” He started crying and Velvette once again passed him the handkerchief, although this time he seemed to know what to do with it, at least for the eyes anyway.

“Bit of a wide range, isn’t it?” Val asked.

Velvette shrugged. “Probably to account for whether or not the virus, uh… fights back.” All three of them grimaced. That was not a fun possibility to consider.

Vox sighed. “Please just put me out of my misery.” Val nodded solemnly and walked over to his gun collection. “Wait, no, not that! I’m not that desperate yet.”

Val stepped away from the guns. “Ok. But if you change your mind, I’ll be there.”

Vox groaned. “Just start the scan, Velvette. Before I facepalm so hard I break my screen.”

Velvette tapped the start button, and a pop-up appeared. “Warning, some systems may be temporarily offline while resources are devoted to the antiviral treatment.” Velvette looked to Vox for approval, who shrugged.

“Not like I have a choice. Besides, how much worse could it get?” She tapped the button and Vox, for the third time in the past eight hours, collapsed.

[anon383837383]

Stomach Flu Misery

Two weeks ago the stomach flu ran through this house. My wife Amy, my oldest son Drew, and my youngest best son Chris all got the bug and were sick for days. I remember the gurgling, the churning, and nausea and the god awful puking and diarrhea (sometimes at the same time). I somehow managed to miss out on it, or at least I thought so. Each of them were sick for days with no breaks - just constant sickness. Amy and the kids were away this weekend for a soccer tournament and I had the house to myself. 

My day started out good! I woke up, got some stuff done around the house, ate some breakfast, things were fine. I started to get some gurgling in my belly but I thought it was nothing. By lunch time, my stomach was like a boiling pot and I knew exactly what was happening. “Fuck, no not now!” I said as I looked at my bloated stomach.  “No come on I thought I was in the clear!” My stomach boiled and bubbled and the nausea was at full force. I sat down and turned on the TV hoping a distraction might help calm me down. About 2 minutes into the show I had a hand over my mouth and a hand on my stomach. “Oh Crap I’m gonna throw-“ I couldn’t finish the sentence. I ran to the toilet and gripped onto it and a waterfall of vomit cascaded out of my mouth and nose. I struggled to catch my breath in between rounds. Sick just poured out of me again and again. I held onto that toilet until I was white knuckled. When I was done (or at least thought I was done) I sat back and looked at my stomach.  I sent so much stuff out of my stomach and it only gurgled and churned more. “Great, so much for a relaxing weekend” I said to my aching gut. 

I finally managed to get up and out of the bathroom, though it was only a matter of time before I was back in there. I remember when Chris had it, he was so sick he was having massive amounts of diarrhea while projectile vomiting into a bucket. It was bad. I really hope I didn’t get to that level. I sat back down on the couch where my stomach churned and gurgled. About an hour later I felt the diarrhea coming. Once again I rushed to the toilet where I unleashed holy hell onto it. In the middle of my stream I felt really nauseous but I managed to hold it all down. This is gonna be a really long weekend. 

A few hours passed and things were heading south…or out, you know what I mean! I felt beyond sick. My stomach looked like I was 47 months pregnant and it felt like I had a bag of snakes in there. I held it and tried to soothe it but it was no use. I had a bucket close to the couch and thank god I did because I woke up from a nap and immediately projectile vomited into it, nearly filling it up. My stomach kept churning so I went to the bathroom where it finally happened. 

The first wave of diarrhea hit me and came flying out like lava. In the middle of it, the nausea came back with a vengeance! My bucket was still by the couch and it was full from the last round. I tried. I tried so hard to hold it back but I just couldn’t do it. The bathroom trashcan was full and I couldn’t reach it. I had no choice but to lean over and violently vomit onto the floor. “Nnnngghhhh BLARGAHHAFRGHH” the god awful sound came out of me and all over the floor. My mouth and nose burned as it flew out. The diarrhea just kept coming and so did the vomit. I stopped vomiting for a second and that’s when I surveyed the damage. If I could throw the whole bathroom away I would. Now, as sick as I am, I have to clean up this mess. I mustered up the last bit of strength inside of me and cleaned this room. I also made sure I had plenty of buckets around so this wouldn’t happen again. I crawled my ass back into bed and plopped right down. I fell asleep for hours in that bed. I thought that last round was, well, the last round! 

It’s 3am and I wake up with the loudest gurgling I’ve ever heard. “Oh God not again” I think to myself. No, no, no this can’t be happening! I wish there was a word for what I felt because nauseous just didn’t sum it up. I tried to make it to the toilet but the first vomit was right there on the bedroom floor. When I felt more coming, I ran to the bathroom but barfed in the hallway. I was determined to finish this in the bathroom so I got back up and headed to the toilet. My stomach is SCREAMING at me at this point. When I reached that toilet I wrapped one arm around it (the other was around my stomach) and I don’t even know what happened. The amount of barf that left my mouth and nose was ungodly. In the middle of this powerful, loud, messy vomiting, my ass opens up and I shit my pants and all over the floor. This goes on for like 10 minutes. When I finish I look around and I’m horrified. There’s no way this is happening. I have to clean all this up and I don’t even know if I’m done or not! 

I clean everything up, every piece of shit and vomit is picked up. It’s a brand new day and I’m stuck in this cycle of sick. At this point I don’t even know how there’s anything left to get out of me. I think I’m done, the gurgling stopped (for the most part) and I’m not horrifically nauseous anymore. I get back into bed and pray I’m done. I sleep for almost a whole day. There’s some gurgling here and there but nothing compared to what I just went through. I’ve gone almost 9 hours without opening one end or the other, I think I’m good. 

I tried eating and drinking a little here and there and it’s stayed down for the most part. I think I’m good! 

Almost 24 hours after this whole thing started, I get another gurgle. “Oh GOD, no please - no more” I think to myself. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t possible have anything left to send up and out. I feel everything churning again and I know what’s going to happen. Sure enough, I run back to the toilet and I projectile vomit, spraying the toilet. This time is different though, I feel better after this. I think I’m finally done which is great because the whole family is coming home tonight. 

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

Nursed

Summary: When Izzy gets sick, Stede insists he takes some time off. He also insists that you are put in charge of the first mate's care.

Word Count: 3477

Izzy knew that the best thing to do when a member of the crew got sick was to quarantine them, at least to some extent. Ships were prime spaces for viruses to spread and if the whole crew got sick that would be good for nobody. 

That rule hasn’t applied much to Izzy since he became First Mate, though. He was always needed for one thing or another, he couldn’t just take time off because he had the sniffles or a sore throat. He had to just work through it unless it got bad enough to have him unable to move from his cot, that wasn’t very common though.

Why Bonnet had insisted on following this one rule of ship and crew maintenance was beyond him, probably just to irritate Izzy even more than he already does. Izzy had let a few coughs and sneezes slip while he was up on deck, no big deal, but Bonnet had taken notice. Roach had agreed that Izzy was coming down with something, and Bonnet had insisted that Izzy retire to his cabin to sleep it off, to take as much time as he needed until he was feeling better. Of course, Izzy had thought it, but Edward had only backed up his co-captain on the matter.

So, Izzy had stomped down to his cabin while hurling verbal abuse at anyone who he passed just to make himself feel a little bit better. He supposed that if he was going to be trapped in his cabin until he could pass as being perfectly well, he might as well actually try to sleep some of this sickness off.

His short nap was cut even shorter by the sound of somebody knocking at his door. Surely Bonnet had told the whole crew that Izzy was in bed with some terrible illness by now, so maybe if he just stayed quiet the person outside would just go away.

Instead, the door opened. Izzy groaned as he sat up, finding that his head was actually aching a little more now rather than feeling any better. He glared at you, only snarling a little, as you entered his cabin.

“I guess I woke you…” you observed, at least looking a little guilty about it. “Didn’t think you’d actually go to sleep. Thought you’d just pace around until you passed out or something,” you didn’t look at him as you moved further into the room, placing a tray down on his desk.

“Anyway, got some…bad news,” you turned to him, a not so sorry smile on your face.

“If I’m dying, that would actually be a relief,” Izzy huffed. Even when he was sent to his cabin to wallow in his sickness, he couldn’t get a break from this damned crew.

“Ah, nobody’s that lucky, I’m afraid,” you joked, but it actually came out more light than malicious. “Stede has assigned me to nurse you back to health,” you finally informed him.

Izzy blinked at you like you had just spoken some other language he wasn’t familiar with. “What?”

“Best to only have one person coming to see you, reduce the risk of contamination and all that. Since I help Roach with the medical stuff around here, Stede thought it would be for the best,” you explained.

“Fucking hell,” Izzy sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. His head was aching more now.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” you laughed to yourself before stepping to the side, gesturing to the tray on his desk. “Got you a pitcher of water, you really need to keep hydrated, and some broth. Won’t be too heavy on your stomach.”

At least you didn’t bring up the whole ‘Izzy the Spewer’ thing, even if Izzy could tell what you were getting at with the stomach comment. To his surprise, you actually sounded sincere and concerned rather than mocking.

“When did you start feeling sick?” you asked, almost clinically. A little like Roach would ask ‘does that hurt’ when he was poking at a bleeding wound.

“I can take care of myself. Done it plenty of times before.” Izzy wasn’t even sure why he was fighting it, stupid shit seemed to be inevitable on this ship.

“Oh, I’m sure. I bet you worked through it all like the stubborn little creature you are, right?” you rolled your eyes, your tone flat.

“Didn’t have much of a choice,” Izzy muttered.

“Well, you still don’t, now you have to let yourself accept help and be taken care of,” you tutted before repeating your question. “So, when did you start feeling sick?”

“...felt it coming on yesterday.”

“You’re at the beginning of it then. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. Probably just the common cold, nothing to worry about, sure you’ve dealt with worse,” you shrugged slightly. “Drink. Eat. Drink some more. Then get some sleep. Let your body rest and heal,” you advised, “I’ll be back later to check on you, get you some more food and water.”

“Don’t feel obligated,” Izzy grumbled as you headed to the door, unsure if he even wanted you to hear him.

“I’ll see you later. Or not…if you’re asleep, I won’t wake you,” you told him, leaving no room for debate.

And just like that, you were gone.

Despite being frustrated with Bonnet's stupid orders and even more frustrated that you would be popping in and out, Izzy dropped down in the seat at his desk. He ate the broth and drank some water before dragging himself back into bed, suddenly feeling incredibly tired.

Just as you said you would, you dropped by his cabin later on to check on him. To your surprise, he was actually sleeping. Even more surprisingly, he actually looked somewhat peaceful, not as grumpy as he usually is. 

Maybe it was silly, but you couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight.

You placed the fresh pitcher of water and some leftover biscuits, in case he got hungry, down on his desk.

Silently, you stepped over to Izzy’s cot and carefully fixed the blanket over his frame. He must have kicked it off of himself a little in his sleep. Izzy hummed and nuzzled into his pillow, you bit back a small laugh. Wasn’t that just adorable? You dug a cloth out of your pocket and wiped away the slight sheen of sweat over his brow before returning to his desk.

With your job done, you gathered up the dirty dishes and left the cabin. You walked into the galley, dropping the dishes down by the sink.

“How’s the patient?” Roach asked. He had been very vocal about how pleased he was that Stede had assigned you to watch over Izzy and not him.

“Sleeping,” you told him, “think he’s getting a fever.” 

“Better you than me, I’d probably just tie him down to the bed and force feed him until he’s better,” Roach mused. He was a surprisingly talented medic but not always the most patient one. If his patient didn’t want help, they wouldn’t be getting it.

“Kinky,” you wiggled your brows at him before turning back to the dishes. “Let’s just hope the fever makes him easier to handle.”

You checked in on Izzy again before you headed to bed. He was sleeping again but there was less water and fewer biscuits than what you had left earlier, so you took that as a win. You would stop by before breakfast, make sure he wasn’t going without anything.

-

The next morning you checked in on Izzy, expecting to find him still in bed, but instead he was sitting on the edge of his cot. His clothes sat beside him, pants in hand. It looked like he had started to get dressed but had to sit down before really even starting.

He looked frustrated with himself but he clearly wasn’t well, his face pale and his shoulders slumped.

“Are you seriously trying to get up?” you asked with a huff, like you just couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You absolutely could believe that Izzy Hands was trying to get back to work when he was hitting the worst of his illness. 

“I’m fine,” Izzy insisted, cringing at how rough his own voice sounded.

“That’s a blatant fucking lie,” you rolled your eyes. “C’mon, back in bed,” you were in front of him in an instant, pulling the leather pants out of his hands. You folded his clothes neatly and placed them on top of the chest at the bottom of his bed.

Izzy just watched as you moved around his cabin, vaguely pleased that you had neatly handled his clothes, as ridiculous as that may be. Then you were returning to him, a hand on his shoulder as you got him to lay down and pulled his blanket over him. He protested and weakly thought but before he knew it, he was back in his bed.

“Too warm,” Izzy complained, trying to push the blanket off of him again.

“It’s your fever. Don’t kick it off, okay?” your voice was surprisingly soothing as you spoke, like you really wanted him to understand and not just do as you said because you said it. “I’ll get some stuff for you in a minute,” you assured, tucking the blanket back into place.

“Are you up for eating?” you asked, stepping back. Izzy just shrugged, feeling completely out of his element. “I’ll get you something small,” you decided with a small nod. “Want some medication?”

“No,” Izzy answered. You just nodded, not pushing him on the matter.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” you promised before gathering up the dirty dishes and dipping out of the cabin.

When you returned again a few minutes later, it was with another tray of items.

Izzy grumpily sat up and let you give him what you brought for him. You got him to drink a full cup of water and then helped him eat a few spoonfuls of soup. He blushed the whole time at the fussing and protesting that he could manage himself, but you just shushed him and did your job.

Izzy drank some more and lay down properly again. You placed a cool damp cloth over his forehead, making him comfortable before telling him to get some sleep. He surprised himself by actually falling asleep, unable to fight his heavy eyelids.

This time, as he slept, you stayed. Sitting by his bedside so you could keep replacing the cloth and keep his temperature down.

You had to pop out of the cabin every now and again throughout the day to tend to other things but you would always return to care for Izzy, even if he fought you every step of the way.

-

On the third day, Izzy’s fever seemed to reach its peak. Which you hoped meant it would start getting better soon.

He ate very little that day but you managed to force him to drink whenever he woke up. When you had been asked to nurse Izzy a little, you had completely planned on giving him plenty of space and time alone since he seemed to enjoy it so much, but that day you barely left his side.

While he slept, you were sitting beside him, rinsing and replacing the cloth on his forehead to help keep him cool.

Your silent routine was interrupted by a quiet whine. You paused, frowning down at the sleeping first mate. He whined again, his brow pinching slightly.

“Shush, just gotta get through the worst of it,” you attempted to soothe him, even if he couldn’t hear you.

Izzy’s face scrunched up as he began to writhe on his cot, like he was having a nightmare of some sort. It was probably a symptom of his fever, or at least worsened by it.

“You’re alright, Iz. Just a bad dream, I’ve got you,” you continued to talk sweet nonsense until he calmed. He hummed slightly when you ran your fingers through his dirty hair, so you continued, happy that it was soothing him.

You smiled as he settled. “There we go, just sleep it off,” you whispered. Izzy let out a small sigh, slipping back into a dreamless sleep.

With a sigh, you stood and began tidying up again. You couldn’t sit around watching Izzy sleep all day, especially when he would most likely be perfectly fine, but you found yourself not really wanting to leave him.

-

The fourth day came around after you managed to pull yourself away from his side to get some sleep. Of course, the first thing you did was grab some food from the galley and went to see Izzy. He was laying on his cot, awake but not looking happy in the slightest. At least he wasn’t trying to get back to work this time.

“Still feeling shitty, huh?” you asked.

“You tell me,” Izzy muttered.

For some reason you felt fond about his grouchiness. “Alright, I brought some brekkie. Hungry?”

Izzy eyed the bowl in your hands. “...could eat…”

You insisted on spoon feeding him even when he fought it. He eventually allowed it, grumbling with each bite he took. The broth was good though, soothing his throat, clearing his sinuses, and warming his belly.

“Ate more than yesterday, that’s good,” you acknowledged.

As you placed the bowl down, Izzy actually asked for something. “Water?”

“Look at that, asking for things, accepting help. You’re growing, doing so well.” You were teasing, of course you were teasing, just joking around. Still, he couldn’t help the way he flushed at the praise. What the fuck? He only asked for some water.

You poured him a cup of water and handed it over without another comment. “If you finish the full cup and I’ll leave you alone until lunch,” you promised.

“If that’s all it takes,” Izzy huffed, bringing the cup up to his mouth.

“Ah, you like me. You haven’t even threatened to stab me once,” you teased.

Izzy distracted himself by finishing the drink, letting you take the cup back once it was empty. He really didn’t need all this doting, and surely he could fight it a little more…

“And we say…” you prompted.

“Fuck off.”

“Come on, Izzy. Say it and I’ll bring an extra treat with lunch.”

“Fucking-” Izzy sighed, knowing you wouldn’t drop this. You had probably earnt it at this point anyway. “Thank you.”

“See, not so difficult,” you smiled, seemingly pleased with him, before pressing a kiss to his temple.

Izzy froze but you didn’t pay it any mind, you just went about tidying up like you always do and headed for the door. “Get some rest. Feel better soon, Iz,” you left him with another sincere smile.

-

You returned to Izzy’s cabin later on that day. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Can I fucking move now?” Izzy glared at you. He was probably going a little crazy locked up in his cabin for the last few days, and you couldn’t really blame him.

“Nope, not until you’re back in perfect health. Captain’s rules,” you at least looked a little apologetic, “maybe tomorrow, though.”

“Got you some broth,” of course, you had your tray with you, “Roach is making stew for dinner today, think you’re up for that?” 

Izzy huffed and rolled his eyes. “Just some fucking stew.” 

“Izzy, work with me here. Don’t want to give you anything that upsets your stomach,” you sighed, something about it a little pleading.

You were right, he supposed. You only wanted to help, even if Bonnet had fucking ordered you to. “...yeah…stew will be fine,” he gave in.

“Good,” you smiled, bright and genuine again.

You let him feed himself this time, since this time you sat and ate with him. Letting him have half of your orange.

“Since you’re feeling better and not sleeping through the whole day, do you want me to bring you anything for entertainment?” you asked but Izzy just raised an eyebrow at you. “I dunno, like a book or something?” you weren’t even sure if he could read, you had seen him working on the logs but that was a little different.

“I could get Frenchie to sit outside your door and play some songs,” you suggested.

“A book is fine,” Izzy answered quickly before begrudgingly adding, “nothing boring.”

“It will be the most exhilarating book you’ve ever read,” you winked playfully.

-

Since lunch had gone so well, at least in your opinion, you had decided to eat your dinner with Izzy as well. Plus, he was more cognizant than he was yesterday and you thought the company would be good for him even if he didn’t much care for it.

“Aren’t you worried about getting sick? I mean, you don’t have to eat with me,” Izzy eventually questioned after eating in silence.

“Don’t want you to be all isolated and lonely in here. I’ll take the risk,” you shrugged, sounding honest enough. “You’ll just have to nurse me back to health like I have so kindly done for you,” you teased.

“In your fucking dreams,” Izzy scoffed. He was a first mate, not a nurse.

“I bet you’d be the most effective nurse ever, very practical. Terrible bedside manner, though,” you thought out loud, hearing Izzy’s quiet snort of amusement. “Bet you’d just tell the illness to fuck off and it would.”

“Huh, haven’t tried that yet,” he muttered.

“Wouldn’t work on yourself. Bet your illnesses are just stubborn as you are,” you hummed thoughtfully.

At that, Izzy smiled a little to himself. He had to admit that this is kinda…nice.

“Think you’ll be back up on deck soon?” you asked.

“Could have been up there today but you’d snitch to Bonnet,” Izzy shot a halfhearted glare your way. 

“Damn right I would. You need to get fully better or you’re just going to make it worse again,” you chastised. “But maybe the next couple of days, maybe even tomorrow.”

“Thank fuck,” Izzy seemed genuinely relieved. You’ve never met somebody so reluctant to take a break, especially when they obviously needed one.

“That means you need to be caught up on what’s going on up there,” your eyes brightened at the realisation.

“Bet it’s not piracy,” Izzy scoffed.

“I’d say you won that bet, but I have no coin to give you,” you rolled your eyes fondly. “Anyway, here’s everything that has happened since you got sentenced to your cabin…”

You went on to tell him about all of the inane things the crew had gotten up too over the last few days, even going into depth about the most mundane things.

Izzy truly didn’t care about the stupid conversations the crew was having over dinner in the galley, but he found himself listening anyway. Admittedly, he lost the actual words every now and again when he really lost interest in the story, but he still found your voice soothing. Even if he couldn’t recall everything you said, a part of him didn’t want you to stop. He could just finish his stew to the soothing sound of your company.

-

On the fifth day, you might have even said that Izzy seemed excited to see you. As soon as you stepped into the cabin, Izzy perked up. “Thank fuck you’re here.”

“Wow, you’re happy to see me…did you fall out of bed and hit your head?” you squinted in suspicion. 

“No,” Izzy huffed. “No, I’m feeling better. I can be…discharged or whatever the fuck,” he insisted.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you tutted.

“Which is why I’m glad you’ve shown up already,” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m right on time!” 

“Just get on with it!”

“Careful or I’m going to tell Stede you need a few more days bedrest,” you warned sternly, earning a small grumble from Izzy.

You gave him a quick check over, making sure his temperature was back to normal, that the colour had returned to his face. Asked how his throat felt, how tired he was, even though you knew he would most likely lie about anything he could. You had to admit, he did seem a lot better.

“Alright, first mate Hands, I think you’re good to get back to work,” you announced/ “But take it easy. First sniffle or clearing of your throat, as I’m dragging you back down here,” you warned.

“Fine. Now fuck off,” Izzy huffed, waving his hand to dismiss you.

“...I still brought breakfast…might as well eat before heading up,” you reasoned, gesturing towards the tray on his desk. Two servings of porridge that Roach had prepared for the crew this morning. 

“Yeah. Fine, alright,” Izzy accepted the breakfast, not complaining when you sat with him to eat together. “...thanks,” he whispered, his gratitude unprompted and sincere this time, making you smile as you ate another spoonful.

[milkywaydrabbles]

No Place is too Far

It was a long day.

It was a long fucking day.

And Shouta had just gotten home from what felt like the most grueling shift of his life. Why the fuck did all these petty ass criminals have to come out when he was on patrol, huh? He should have known something was up when he woke up late for school. And when the kids were particularly rowdy (why’s it always Midoriya and Bakugo? Sick of it). And when he was called out of the blue to take care of the shift because of some weird freak occurrence. He didn’t actually hear what happened, all he heard was that his night off was taken away and he would rather bash his head in than continue to stay up. Instead he actually didn’t do that, practically shotgunned an energy drink and power napped before the shift.

But now, Friday night was here--Saturday morning?-- and a ripe three o’clock in the morning and he was ready to simply collapse. 

“Sho? You home?” 

Instantly all his ailments and grumpiness cured. God, he forgot you were over. Thank God. 

“Mhm.” He barely had it in him to keep his eyes open, but he smiled at his sunshine nonetheless. 

It’d been a few months now of dating, and honestly it’s been pure bliss. It wasn’t difficult the way he always envisioned it being. The arguments with how late he works, the constant nagging because there’s never time together, even though they would know he’s a hero. Feeling insecure because he wouldn’t show them off, everything. He’d always been weary of everything that would come with the territory of dating. Even more so with ever dating another hero (god forbid it got out to the media). But instead he got the most perfect person he could have ever asked more. 

You.

It was easier than he imagined. You were a civilian, yes, but you had already been a sidekick once in your life. You followed his career, so you already knew what to imagine. And you living the hero's life knew what it was like anyways. You never asked for too much (though you could ask for the world on a gold platter and he’d fight tooth and nail to give it to you).

You shuffled over in your pajamas, which evidently was just his cat shirt and underwear, and wrapped your arms around him. “Welcome home, honey.” Sleep was evident in your voice. Seemed like you just woke up to see him home. His heart swelled.

Shouta gave you a kiss on the forehead, returning the embrace around your waist. “Why aren’t you sleeping, love?” He was soft with you, always, keeping his lips on your forehead as you spoke, “I just happened to wake up at the right time, that’s all.” 

Half the truth.

Truth was you were slightly worried about him. When you got the call that he had to work tonight he already sounded exhausted, and winded, and overall miserable. He told you that if you wanted to postpone the night to tomorrow you could, seeing as he wouldn’t be home until ass in the morning, but you were determined to still get your sleepover. “I’m still coming over, Shouta, you can’t get rid of me anymore I have a key to your place!” you retorted, sounding so sure in yourself with a huff. He chuckled at the memory, giving your forehead another smooch before looking down at you. 

“Lucky me, then.” 

With his second, or third, maybe fourth wind of the night he scooped you up over his shoulder, hanging over like a ragdoll. The only warning you got was his cheshire like smile that he still gives you when he’s feeling wild. “Shouta” you squawked out, pushing your upper body up as best as you could to give him a glare, albeit a bit playful. “Yes?” he kicked off his shoes and gave your ass a light tap before continuing on into his (might as well be yours too) bedroom and deposited you as lightly as he could on the bed. You huffed a laugh, and rolled your eyes before trying to crawl up on your knees. “What has gotten into you? It’s almost three thirty in the morning!” He shrugged, taking off his capture weapon and dumping it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. There wasn’t much of an answer, outside of the smirk he gave you before leaving you to continue to get ready for bed.

Which in this case, was a quick shower and coming out in nothing but a towel hung on his hips. Shouta knew what he was doing, he wasn’t stupid. He just wanted to see you riled up. And it worked. You glanced over from your phone and dropped it onto the bed, swallowing like you had molasses in your mouth and raking your eyes over his form. You’ll literally never get over the fact that you are dating what adonis is described like. You stared for a good minute, forgetting to breathe, before getting snapped back into reality when he spoke. 

“Something you like, honey?” What a little shit.

You recovered as best you could, still just as flustered as the day you met him all those months back in the gymnasium of UA high. “Nope,” you popped the p sound. “Nothin’.” What a liar.

Shouta continued on his little game, coming over to the dresser and promptly dropping the towel at his feet, entire ass on display for you to gawk at. 

He was feeling a bit playful tonight.

Suddenly he felt a smack and a squeeze on his left cheek, and he couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Sho, what’s gotten into you?” You ask again, voice low. You tipped your forehead to his back, other hand raking up and down his spine. “Come to bed, aren’t you tired?” You weren’t sure if you were anymore, to be honest. Aizawa turned around and you tried your damn best not to look down. Now wasn’t the time to objectify your very buff boyfriend. You could do that later. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he dipped low to the crook of your neck, you could feel his breath on you. It gave you goosebumps. 

“I missed you.” He kissed your neck, and you melted in his arms. You cradled his head into your neck, a hand coming to scratch at his wet hair that danced around him. “I missed you too, bubba. Come to bed, okay?” He thought you would just leave it at that, before feeling a hand trace down to his thigh, raking your nails up to his pelvis but never touching his very hard dick. 

Looks like you were feeling playful too. 

Aizawa scooped you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately, his shirt bunching to your waist exposing your clothed pussy to his cock. The friction made you both huff out a moan, while he walked over to the bed and laid you down, him grinding on top of you.  “Today was a long day.” He whispered, continuing to grind down on you. “I need you.” His admission made your heart swell, doing your best to grind up to match his movements. 

Suddenly you hitched your leg up higher to his waist and flipped. Shouta blinked, seeing you above him. 

“I know, honey. So let me take care of you.” 

You scooted further down to the bed, face down to his groin. He held his breath as you kissed his thighs, his hips, the beautiful adonis belt and happy trail that led down. He only released it with a groan when you kissed his shaft, up up up until you licked a stripe on over the head. You looked at him with doe eyes, those same eyes that caught him months ago and the same eyes that made him fall in love with you. 

He spoke your name with such fondness, hand petting your hair as you continued to lick. You didn’t respond, simply closed your eyes and bobbed down on his cock. Shouta pushed his head back into the pillow, holding back a moan with a bite of his lip and kept his hand in your hair, pulling slightly. He didn’t want to push you, and did his best to make sure he didn’t. You continued to bob up and down, slowly, wanting to savor him. You were in no rush. If he had the time and energy to want to start something at this hour, you both knew you’d take your time. Whatever wasn’t in your mouth you covered with your hand, pumping in tandem with your sucking. Aizawa couldn’t help but groan, fingers tightening in your hair. 

He wasn’t very vocal in bed, not really, but certain nights he would just let go. And it was absolute music to your ears. You press on, pushing down as far as you could go, nose nuzzled in his pubic hair. With tears in your eyes you pull up for a gasp of hair, barely any time to catch your breath before he pulls you down to him for a desperate kiss. He says your name again, with a raspiness in his voice. “Sho, I’m right here, I’ll always be here.” You whisper against him, pulling down your underwear until you’re able to kick them off. You line yourself up to his cock, only pulling away from his chest when he pushes up on the shirt, removing it fully. “Let me...let me look at you, sweetheart.” He whispers, hands tracing up your stomach to cup your breast, loving the weight in his hands. He squeezes at them, pushing them together and pinching your nipples while you scrunch your face up in pleasure. You hadn’t even sunk down on him yet, and you feel like you could cum just from this. Slowly, painfully slow, you dropped down onto him, tilting your head back with a moan as he let out a shaky exhale. 

You grind down on him, before slowly lifting your hips and pushing back down. You find your pace, still slow and deep, wanting to feel every bit of him inside of you. “Sho, you feel so good, you fill me up so good, honey.” You praise, hands finding purchase on his chest. You had learned early on that the underground hero Eraserhead had a bit of a praise kink, and since then you always made sure to remind him how good he is. “You’re so perfect, Sho, fuck.” You speed up the pace, the sound of skin slapping and quiet moans filling up the air. 

Aizawa could feel his skin crawling from the praise, and he pulled you down again for kisses. This time they were all tongue and teeth, tongue invading your mouth. You moaned against him, letting him take control as his feet planted onto the mattress and he thrusted up into you. Your moans grew louder, as you tried to grind down to match his pace, feeling your orgasm grow quickly. “My love, I’m so close.” He huffed out, pushing you down as he thrusted up. He never let you go, needed to feel you as close to him as possible, as much skin against him. “Me too, me too, please.” You started babbling on, kissing on his chest and neck and anywhere you can get your mouth on. A sob escaped you when he thrusted up on the spot that makes you see stars. “Shouta!” You cried, clenching around him. You were so close you could feel it sparking up your skin like electricity flowing through your veins. He kept going, making sure to continue to hit exactly where you needed it. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and he needed you to get there first. He always needed you to get there first. 

“Let go for me, baby, I want to feel you cum around my cock.” He kissed your cheek, and then he felt you spasm around him. His words were enough to send you over the edge, creaming around his cock that was still pushing in and out of you. You still did your best to grind down on him, you were going to take care of him even through overstimulation. “Sho, honey, please come inside me. Please, I need it, I need you.”

And the same way his words threw you, he felt his peak immediately after. His hips stuttered, pushing deep into you one last time before his cum covered your walls. You stayed attached for a while, whispering sweet nothings to each other and kissing all over each other’s faces. “Shouta, how are you feeling now?” You asked between kisses. He smiled down at you, arms squeezing around your waist tighter. 

“Perfect.”

[dearspiritss]

“Aggressive.” - Swiss/Dew

+ some Mount content.

Kinktober day 3: hate sex WARNING: no prep used

Sorry it’s very late, I’m working on it >:( For now, enjoy!

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been like this, nor does he care. He’s so fucking over it.

Dew and Swiss had been at each others throats for a week now, and no one knows why. The only thing that everyone knows is that they keep dragging Mountain into it, and he’s sick of it. He was happy to help in the beginning, thinking that it would settle their feud, but he soon found out how wrong he was.

If Mountain were to choose one’s side, the other would throw a fit. It only added the tension between the two, making them impossibly worse.

The sharp sound of glass shattering pulled him from his afternoon nap. He groaned, dragging himself to find where the sound came from. When he walked into the kitchen, he immediately spotted Dew and Swiss on opposite sides of the island. Swiss had Aurora and Phantom at his sides, and Dew had Rain and Cirrus at his own. “What the fuck happened.”

They all turned around, eyes wide and jaws hung open. Dew managed to slip out of the two ghoul’s hands and ran over to the earth ghoul. “Mount, Swiss was being mean..” He looked up at Mountain with watery eyes, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Don’t let him butter you up! The fucker threw a plate at me!” Dew growled in the multi’s direction.

“Enough. I’ve had enough of you two and your bullshit.” He spoke firmly, picking Dew up and throwing him over his shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doin?!” Mountain ignored the fire ghoul, making his way in long strides over to Swiss. “I’ve tried to help, but it seems like neither of you want to listen.” He wrapped an arm around Swiss’ waist, hauling him underneath his arm.

“Mount, what are you doing?!” He growled down at Swiss, and he went silent. He grumbled all the way back to the hall about how tired he was and how they woke him up from his nap, but the two couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. They knew they were fucked, Mountain was pissed.

Kicking open the door and dropping the two gentle onto the floor, he crossed his arms and stared at the two. “You two are going to stay in here until you settle whatever issue you’ve got going on. I don’t care if you talk it out or fuck it out, just do whatever you need to do to fix it.” And with that he slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.

Swiss winced as he stood, holding onto his side. “He didn’t have to be so- shit- fucking rough.” Dew rolled his eyes and stood as well, crossing his arms. “Can handle getting roughed up? Pathetic.” Dew scoffed, rolling his eyes. Within a second, he went from standing to being pinned down onto the bed. “Swiss- get the fuck off me!” He hissed and scratched, but failed, going limp under the multi.

“The only reason we’re like this right now is because you can’t take a fucking joke.” Dew laughed, turning his head. “You call that a joke? You insulted my appearance.” Swiss looks down at him with disbelief. “Yes! It was a fucking joke, Dew! I said you looked like death, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” The fire ghoul rolled his eyes, mocking Swiss. “Yeah right.”

Swiss flipped him over in one swift movement, dragging his hips up. “You always have such a nasty attitude about everything just to get attention. You want attention so bad? I’ll give it to you.” With that, he tore Dew’s sweatpants off and threw them to the side. “Wait, wait, wait- Swiss,“ He growled and Dew shut his mouth as fast as he’d opened it.

Swiss undid his jeans, kicking them off with his boxers and giving himself a few strokes. He positioned himself behind the ghoul, roughly grappling his hips. “Prep- Swiss, prep-“ Swiss laughed, thick and laced with venom. “You don’t need prep, you’ve had Mountain wrapped around your finger.” He leaned down, right next to Dew’s ear, whispering innocently into his ear-

“These walls are thin, Dew.”

He pushed into Dew, bottoming out in one fluid thrust. A scream attempted to escape from his throat, but all that came out was choked breath. Swiss set a brutal pace, not giving him the chance to catch his breath. “You talk all that shit just to end up like this, crying beneath me. So pathetic.” He mocked, already breathless. Dew knew the multi was close, but if he could say different about himself he would.

He was so embarrassingly close from Swiss ramming directly into that one spot that made him see stars. He moaned, high-pitched and feminine. His vision went white as he came hard, entire body spasming and giving out. The feeling of Dew tightening around him sent him flying over the edge, doubling over Dew’s sweaty back.

He pulled out, bringing Dew to his chest. “Shit- Was I too rough, maybe I should’ve prepped you- Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dew came to, looking up at Swiss before pushing him back and smothering him with a kiss. “No, I’m sorry. You’re right, I need to learn how to take a joke and stop being so aggressive. Can we just go back to the way it was, please?” He flopped down onto Swiss’ chest, visibly deflating.

“I’ve missed this..” Swiss chuckled, nodding and pulling the blanket up and onto them. “Anything for you, spitfire.”

[half-oz-eddie]

(I've been getting a lot of anons on tellonym asking me how I sleep and they just genuinely bother me because of my sleep disorders, so to make myself feel better I wrote this little rambling drabble projecting my sleep disorder onto Billy) tw for nightmares, abuse, violence, PTSD

It happened again. Billy woke up from those same, awful, terrible nightmares again. They were so vivid, so real, so terrifying, they felt like they were real memories. Every night, he was being chased by a monster, but when the monster would get closer, it would appear to him as his father, and just as he was choking the life out of him, Billy would wake up. 

He was sick and tired of dying in his dreams. 

Billy was diagnosed with a nightmare disorder and prescribed some medication but it would make him too groggy for work, so he simply refused to take it, only taking them on a Saturday to catch up on sleep.

Steve would wait on him hand and foot on Saturdays, waking him to eat, and tucking him back in for his naps when he’d be too exhausted to stay up for long. 

Sometimes, Billy would stay up late on Sundays, totally wired, telling Steve “I’m not tired, I”m fine.” Not even sex could exhaust him sometimes. It calmed him, sure, but sleep was only something he could hope for on multiple occasions. 

He wasn’t sure what he hated more. Staying awake, or falling asleep and feeling like he never slept at all because of his horrific nightmares. Either way, this shit fucking sucked. 

Billy was often so exhausted, he felt like he was in some purgatory between the dream world and waking world, where he was miserably floating through life. 

Some nights he would glare at Steve as he slept. His eyes saying “isn’t that nice? Good for you. Must feel real good to get some fucking sleep.” And yeah, he knew it wasn’t Steve’s fault, but it wasn’t his either. The exhaustion just made him so angry sometimes.

Those nights when the nightmares terrified him the most, he would be too afraid to sleep, and for days, he would simply stay awake, watching the sun rise through the cracks in the blinds. No matter how much Steve kissed him, or how tightly he held him, Billy knew Steve couldn’t protect him in his dreams. Nobody could. 

Even when he would eventually succumb to sleep, his eyes would spring open at 3AM, and his heavy breathing or murmuring would startle Steve awake, forcing him to calm Billy until he fell asleep again, if he got back to sleep at all.

Billy was sure that Steve was getting tired of constantly having his sleep disrupted. “Maybe we should sleep in separate rooms.” Billy decided. “It’s like I’m your sleep disorder, and I hate that.”  But Steve would refuse. “Sometimes you have to make sacrifices when you love someone. I can give up a few hours of sleep every week, just for you.”

Billy cried in Steve’s arms, and for the first time in a long time, he finally slept through the night.

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Cashmere and Cradles

Jean Kierstein x Pregnant!Reader

summary: y/n gets sick, and Jean worries sick. then, they’re both in for the sickest surprise of their lives.

word count: 3226

a/n: I was inspired to write this by the always lovely @quiveringdeer! this is also something close to home for me due to me incorporating my personal experiences, so plz be nice in the notes ya’ll (everyone always is but I like putting the disclaimer there for certain fics)

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I haven’t stopped being nauseous since I woke up. Is this really all because I had an anxiety attack from that one asshole? I already googled it, maybe it’s the fact that I drank a ton of water right when I woke up. I don’t know. I could barely touch the alfredo noodles we had last night, but I thought that was just me being anxious. Jean looked a little concerned at dinner, but I told him I was fine when he kissed me goodbye this morning. Just tired.

Really, I’m exhausted. I feel my stomach lurch, and I realize, I’m going to throw up. I run to the bathroom as fast as possible, nearly missing the toilet, and the last bits of undigested dinner from last night come up, along with bile and all the water from earlier. When I stop retching, I flush the toilet, and stand up dizzily. I brush my teeth to get rid of the remaining vomit, gargle a million times, and wipe my face, which has tears streaming down from the pain. Without fail, my body always feels like it’s been shoved into a trash compactor when I throw up.

When I’m finished cleaning myself up, I decide to go back to bed. The thought of trying to keep food down right now is an awful one. I text Jean to tell him I think I got a stomach bug, and he immediately texts me back asking why. I smile to myself, rolling my eyes a bit. He’s such a worry wart. Just puked, but I feel a lot better. Must’ve been why I was tired, I reply.

Do you need anything? He asks me, and I can imagine his furrowed eyebrows right in front of me.

You’re so sweet, baby. No, I just need sleep.

Have you eaten today?

No. If I eat right now I probably won’t keep it down. I never can after throwing up. I’ll eat when I wake back up. Love you xo

Ok, love you too babygirl xo

I smile to myself, then set my phone down on the nightstand. It doesn’t take long for me to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

I’m woken by my phone vibrating on the nightstand. “Hello?” I answer groggily, and am spooked by Connie’s annoyingly loud voice.

“Y/n! Someone’s pregnant!” He yells into my ear. I hold my phone far away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose. Somehow, he’s already given me a headache. “Who?”

“I don’t know, but Sasha said her mom had a dream about fish! And you know what that means!” He says. I do not know what that means.

I yawn, asking, “Does it mean she misses her son-in-law’s cooking? Niccolo should visit her again soon.”

Connie pauses. “Hey, were you asleep before I called you?”

“Yes. Very peacefully, I might add. I have the flu.”

“W-why didn’t you tell me?!” He yells at me, and I wince.

“Connie, shut the fuck up! I have a migraine because of you! And because, I thought it would be obvious!” I say.

“Huh?” Connie asks in exasperation. “It’s three in the afternoon! How am I supposed to know you took a midday nap?”

“I never took a nap…” I trail off when I realize that means I’ve slept for basically 14 hours straight, excluding my short time being awake this morning. “Damn. I didn’t think I was this sick.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up, y/n.” Connie apologizes, panic gone from his voice.

I wave him off, not realizing he can’t see me for a few seconds. “No, no, it’s fine. I needed to get up anyways, I have commissions I need to work on, sick or not. Anyways, what’s your point? About the fish and somebody being pregnant.”

“Oh! Right!” He exclaims. “So, dreams have meaning. There’s symbolism in them that rings true.”

“Why are you using the word symbolism? That has no business being in your vocabulary, it’s out of your intelligence bracket.” I say, snickering to myself when he pauses to process what I’ve said.

“Hey! I know things, okay?!” Connie defends himself after realizing I called him stupid. “Anyways, when someone dreams about a fish, it means someone they know is pregnant. And there’s always someone who’s pregnant.

“Mhm.” I say. “Well, if you figure out who that pregnant person is, tell me so I can congratulate them on making a terrible financial decision for the next eighteen plus years. I’m tired, so I’m gonna go back to bed.”

Connie says, “But didn’t you just talk about how much work you were gonna do?”

“Times change, Connie,” I respond, “That, and I just got even more tired than I was when I first answered the phone. I think you’re just exhausting me with your idiocy.”

Connie gasps, and I swear I can hear him clutching his imaginary pearls. “Hurtful!”

I sigh. “Goodbye, Connie.”

He groans, like I’ve just ruined his plans to gossip about pregnancy candidates. “Bye, y/n.” The phone hangs up with a beep, and I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as I think to myself. There aren’t many options, in all honesty. Ymir and Historia could have decided they wanted to start a family, Eren and Mikasa, Annie and Bertholdt, even Sasha and Niccolo. I’m sick as a dog, so I’m already counted out — can’t have a baby when you’re busy having stomach flu. Before I know it, I’m lulled back to sleep by the comfort of the plush mattress and cushy blankets.

When I come to, it’s sunset, and the offending noise that wakes me is Jean’s keys jangling in the doorknob. I would get up to unlock the door for him, but I’m too groggy to move more than a finger. The door squeaks open, and I hear him put his keys down on the counter, stepping out of his shoes. “Y/n?” He calls, concern laced in his voice.

“Over here!” I respond in turn, yawning and stretching a bit. Jean’s footsteps make the apartment vibrate. He’s not heavy, but the infrastructure isn’t immune to jiggle physics. He turns the concern and I can see the wrinkles forming in real time, all because of me. Then, I can see flowers and a card. “Baby!” I exclaim in surprise, “Is that for me?”

He smiles, and he’s no longer aged by seven years. “I couldn’t come home to my girl empty-handed now, could I? How are you feeling?” He sets the flowers down on the bed, along with the card, and gathers me into a gentle hug, kissing me on the cheek.

“Babe,” I argue, “Don’t, you’ll get sick.”

“And get to take time off to spend with the most beautiful person in the world? Sounds great to me.” He grins when I roll my eyes, then asks, “Did you stay in bed all day?”

I nod. “Yea, I felt pretty shitty. No throwing up aside from the one time, though. Oh! And guess what? According to Sasha’s mom, somebody’s pregnant. The fish in her dreams told her so.”

He meets my eyes with a knowing look, his smile ever-present. “I am taking this so seriously right now, I swear. And who did we hear this fish dream news from?”

“Connie, who dared to wake me from my slumber.” I sigh, sitting up in the bed so I can be on eye-level with Jean.

Jean says, “I see, I see. Sounds like indisputable fact, if you ask me.”

“No, babe. We’re asking the dream fish.”

He laughs, and I laugh with him. “Okay, enough bullying people for being superstitious. You need some water, and soft foods. You probably haven’t eaten all day, have you?” I shake my head no. Jean says, “Well, I’m not Chef Niccolo, but I can make something pretty saucy. I’ll see what I can manage.”

“Do we have…” I start, but trail off, realizing it was a stupid question. Of course we wouldn’t have Kraft mac and cheese. “Nevermind.” I say with a smile at Jean as he looks at me inquisitively.

Fifteen minutes later, he brings me a bowl of noodles with shredded chicken in it. “Is this alright?” He asks me, and I can see he genuinely is worried I won’t like it.

I smile gratefully at him. “Of course, thank you baby. You don’t have to worry about me, the nausea seems to be the worst of it.” I feel a twinge in my stomach looking at the food, but I know it’s just me being finicky because I’m sick. I have to eat something if I want to get better.

He pats my back. “All right, I’m gonna hop in the shower. The door’s unlocked if you need anything, as per usual.” He kisses my forehead, then leaves me to handle business.

When he’s out of sight, I stare at my food like it’s insulting me. My stomach feels like it’s doing flips, and I would rather go back to sleep, but I know if I don’t eat anything, Jean will freak. His mom used to get sick all the time — bad immune system — so now, after everything I’ve been through, he watches over me like a mother hen.

And what is it that I’ve been through? Well… a miscarriage. And an eating disorder. It was for the better that the miscarriage happened, because neither of us were ready for a kid, but it was grueling. I only found out I was pregnant because of the miscarriage, and it left me even more physically and emotionally drained than I already had been for the month before. It explained the nausea, and the inability to eat most foods, but after the miscarriage, I continued being unable to eat. I lost a lot of weight, and when I finally went to the doctor’s office, they recommended I start eating protein bars to regain what I’d lost. I did, and I haven’t lost the weight again since then, but Jean fusses over me, because he knows my eating disorder is a daily battle, not one that just goes away. I tell him not to worry, that as long as I’m keeping my current weight then we have nothing to worry about, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. Or, for accuracy’s sake, it’s like talking to a magical brick wall that finds the most anxiety-inducing message in all of your words and echoes that back to you.

The miscarriage and the events after it happened years ago, but I remember it like yesterday, and so does Jean. Every now and then, we whisper to each other at night, talking about what might have happened if I hadn’t miscarried.

I don’t know why I’m thinking about all of this right now. Maybe it’s because the nausea I’m feeling now reminds me of back then. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, then mentally prepare myself to take a bite of food. I stab the fork into my noodles and twist, twist, twist, until I have a reasonable lump of noodles around my fork, ready to be eaten. I lift it up into my mouth, and when I smell the noodles… it’s over.

I throw my fork down, quickly setting my bowl down on the nightstand and run to the bathroom faster than the speed of light. I nearly slam the door open, and start puking as soon as the toilet seat and lid are propped up. I hear Jean pull back the shower curtain as I heave, splatters of liquid and mush landing in the toilet. The room is already steamed up – he loves hot showers. We both do, to be fair. “Babe? Are you okay?” He asks me, and it takes literally everything in me to not snap at him and say that I’m obviously not okay.

I give him a thumbs up. “I don’t know why, but just smelling the food made me nauseous. What was the expiration date on the canned chicken?”

As water trickles down his bare chest, sculpted abs dividing my attention, Jean says, “I just bought that on Saturday. No way it’s expired. If you can’t eat, why don’t you try taking a shower? You’ve been in sick clothes all day.” I put the lid down and flush the toilet, slowly nodding as I stand up. I strip down, joining him in the spray as he holds his hand out for me to take. Always the gentleman. I’m sandwiched between him and the warm water, and I sigh, feeling some relief for once. He slides his hands around my waist, kissing my cheek and leaning his head against mine, sighing with me. “I’m sorry you’re so sick, baby.”

I turn around to face him, the water hitting my backside as I wrap my arms around his neck, looking up at him. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I get up on my tip-toes to kiss him, and where nausea once was in my stomach, a fire suddenly rages – a fire of want, of desperate need. I close my eyes, deepening the kiss and pressing my body against his. “Baby.” I pant out, reaching down for his member as I feel the slick growing between my thighs.

He grunts, stopping the kiss and holding my arms, stepping away. “Not right now, y/n. You’re sick. It would just make you worse. Let’s wait until you’re feeling better, yea?” I hadn’t actually touched him yet, but I can already see that he’s clearly aroused.

I frown to myself. I’m disappointed, but he’s right. “Yea, right. Sorry.” I don’t know what came over me in that moment, but right now, I feel riled up for no apparent reason. What is happening to me?

We finish our shower, and he grabs out the silkiest pair of pajamas for me, helping me dry off and put them on before helping me into bed, and I note he removed the offending food from the area. I don’t know how I managed to meet someone as kind as him. “Hey,” He asks me, “Weren’t you supposed to start your period a few days ago?”

I think to myself, then nod in confirmation. “I think I was. No big deal, though. I’d probably be miserable if I had to deal with that and this at the same time.” He looks deep in thought. “What is it?” I ask him.

He shakes his head. “I’m just worried about you, is all. Why don’t you get some sleep and I’ll run to the store to get some hot cocoa for you to try?” Hot cocoa sounds delicious right now, I’ll give him that. It’s not usually something I crave, but maybe some sugar is just the thing I need after all of this bullshit.

I smile, then lay back in bed. “Okay, baby. See you then.”

When I wake up, it’s to Jean sitting at my feet, holding some kind of stick in his hand, eyes wide in shock, jaw completely slack. I look to my right and spot two mugs of cocoa sitting on my nightstand, one half-drunk. “Baby? What is it?” I ask him, unable to push myself up.

“I… I… I didn’t think… I only had an inkling of a hunch as to what it might be, but…” He stammers, more to himself than to me.

I sigh forcefully. “Jean. Baby. What is it?”

“Baby.” He says.

“Yes, I’m listening, Jean,” I reply, a bit annoyed that he isn’t listening. It’s not like him. “What is it?” I ask again, with more emphasis.

“A baby.” He says, and when he lifts up his hand to show me, I realize he’s holding not one, not two, but three pregnancy tests. And they all are positive. “You forgot to flush the toilet when you peed after getting out of the shower.”

Now, my face matches his. “What???” I say, suddenly jolting up into a sitting position, but not without a wave of nausea rolling over me. “I… what are we gonna do?” I say, panic setting in.

Jean answers, “We’re gonna do what you want to do, of course.” He leans over, setting the tests down on my nightstand and grabbing my hand, squeezing it. “If you don’t feel ready…”

“I–” I cut myself off when I feel my lip wobble. Tears suddenly well up in my eyes, and I fight the urge to let them loose. “Jean, I can’t.” I see the disappointment in his eyes, and I start to cry. “I can’t lose another one, Jean, I can’t. Please.”

He pauses, taken aback, but quickly hugs me to comfort me. “Oh, y/n, don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m an idiot, I thought you were saying ‘I can’t’ as in, you couldn’t keep it, I’m an idiot, ignore my initial reaction.”

I sniffle and wipe my eyes. “Wait…” I ask, “You mean you would rather me keep it?”

Jean laughs, and I almost puke from the vibrations alone, but I don’t care right now. “Yes, yes, I absolutely would rather you keep it, but I’ll support you either way.”

I start crying even more. “Oh, thank God, thank God, I thought…”

Jean pulls back slightly, but only to place kiss upon kiss all over my face. He pauses, looking me in the eye. “Put that thought away. It doesn’t have any place here.” He then places his arm behind my back, laying me back down on the bed. He starts unbuttoning my pajama top, just a few buttons from the waist up. He kisses my stomach, right below my belly button. “Hey, baby.” He whispers against my abdomen, and I lightly push him away with my arms.

“Baby. As cute as that is, please don’t. The vibrations make me nauseous.” I smile tiredly, but beckon him to lay next to me. He happily joins me, throwing an arm over my stomach and sliding under the covers.

Quietly, he says, “How does the cocoa smell?”

“Good.” I whisper.

He chuckles. “My mom said she liked that when she was pregnant with me.”

Sassily, I say, “Oh, so the baby has your taste, does he?”

And he says, “Possibly. Is it selfish of me to want them to be a girl? I’d love to have two of you around here. Plus, then Connie won’t try to make me name them after him in honor of him being the first one to share the news of your pregnancy.”

I roll my eyes. “Right, the fish gods.”

“I thought they were dream fish?”

“Same shit.” I scoff. “Can we just… never tell him?”

Jean hums. “Mmm… unfortunately, that might be a little suspect. We have to tell my mom first, anyways. Gramas always have seniority. Want me to wait a bit?”

I respond, “Maybe for a week, that way you can say I got you sick and you can’t go into work.”

Jean groans. “Babe, how are you so hot, so smart, and so pregnant with my kid, all at once? I feel so lucky right now.” He kisses my collar bone, laying back beside me like I’ve knocked him out with my grand idea.

I laugh, hand resting on my stomach. “You’re an idiot, Jean.”

“Just a fool in love,” He says, “Thinking about cashmere blankets and cedarwood cradles.”

[yourimagines]

Your life on camera p.6

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Swearing, Anger, Violence and fluff

6 months later from chapter 5

Y/N POV

I was sick and stayed home today, after Josh made me stay in bed as he called me in sick. “I’m going to practice, you stay here in bed.” He stays as he leans against my doorpost. “Yeah…just go.” My voice sounded hoarse and my nose was closed up. “I will, I’ll see ya later.” With that he disappeared, I sighed and turned to my side, trying to get some sleep.

I woke up by a hard knock on our front door. “Ugh…go away.” I said tiredly. It didn’t help because another knock was heard. I sighed and got slowly out of my bed and went downstairs while wearing my pyjamas. I saw someone standing on the other side of the door, trying to peek inside through the froggy glass. I carefully unlocked the door and opens it just half way. It was Nate, he was standing in the rain holding a plastic bag in his hands. “Hey, can I come in?” I nodded and stepped out of the way for him. “Your brother called this morning, saying you were sick. I wanted to check on you after filming yesterday the whole day outside in this bad weather.” He shyly smiled and rubbed his neck. “I got you some food tho.” He gave me the bag and I smiled. “Thanks.” My voices sounded rough and I felt so tired. Nate noticed and helped me with the food. “Let me do it, just sit down please.” I immediately sat down and watch him take out the home made soup and sandwiches. “My mom made this for you.” He sheepishly said as he gave me the food. “Thank you mrs Diaz.” I quietly joked and saw Nate smiling softly.

After the food I grabbed my blanket from upstairs and laid it on the sofa downstairs. Nate was sitting in a chair, watching me waddling around the house. “I can leave if you want, so you can go lay in your bed and take a nap.” I shook slowly my head, trying not to make the headache worse. “It’s fine, I like company…” he nods and tried to get comfortable in the chair. “You sure you want to stay, I don’t want make you sick.” He shook his head and smiled. “It’s okay, I like spending some time with you.” ‘Liar.’ I nodded and got comfortable on the sofa and tucked myself in. “If you want we can watch some tv?” I suggested as my voice was to painful to start a whole conversation with him. “Sure.” I grabbed the remote and turned the tv on, he sat sideways in the uncomfortable chair to watch the tv. “You can sit next to me if you want.” He immediately stands up and plops down next to me. “Thanks, way better.” I smiled and softly nodded. “I know, my dad used to sit there…” Nate didn’t pry anything further about that and just looked at the tv in silence.

I fell asleep and woke up by some light movements. “Don’t raised your voice at me.” I heard Nate whispering angrily. I opened my eyes and saw I was lying with my head on his chest. “Nate, I adore you but she’s my sister!” Josh angrily whispered back. “She fell asleep on me, I can’t push her away, she’s sick.” ‘Aww he cares about me.’ I slowly raised my head up and saw Nate immediately looking at me, he gently smiles. “Hey, you’re awake.” I nodded and yawned. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.” My voice cracked and I moved away from him. Josh was looking at me, a bit angry. “I have food for you.” He says and storms away to the kitchen. “Sorry that you got woken up.” Nate apologises and stands up. “I really need to go but we keep in touch okay?” I felt sad that he needed to leave but understood it. “Yeah…we text.” He nods and grabs his jacket and says goodbye to Josh and leaves the house. Josh walks back with some warm noodles and gives it to me. “Why was he here?” I shrugged and carefully ate the noodles. “His mom made soup for me.” Josh snorted and walked away. “No fucking way.” He mumbles before disappearing to upstairs.

——— few days later ———

I was riding my bike to the gym as rain was pouring down on me. I quickly jumped off my bike, locked it and run back inside. Jake appeared out of nowhere and laughs. “Hello miss y/l/n, all wet?” ‘Creep.’ I awkwardly laughed and unzipped my rain jacket. “It wasn’t raining when I grabbed my bike, the last five minutes it started to pour down.” Jake moved up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his warm body. “I’ve got you, next time just call me.” He guided me to the training area and nobody was there yet. “You want something warm to drink?” ‘Well…I never say no to some warm drink.’ “Sure.” He smiles and gets something warm for me. I sat down on the bench and unloaded my bag. ‘Thank you god.’ Everything was dry only my bag on the outside was dripping wet. “Here you go, some warm chocolate milk for the lady.” He handed me a cup and I carefully took it from him. “Thanks.” “No problem, we don’t want you to get sick again.” He winked at me and I felt getting uncomfortable. He sat down next to me and smiled, his knee was touching mine. “How do you feel? Feeling a bit better?” I nodded and looked at my cup, a bit afraid to look at him while he’s been sitting so close to me. “Good to hear, I’m going to be honest. I missed you not being here with that camera off yours.” ‘I didn’t miss you Jake.’ “Well I’m back.” I said before I took a sip from my drink. The door opens and Nick, Nate’s friend walked in. ‘Thank god again.’ “Hey y/n, you’re back again I see.” I smiled at him and nodded. He looked over at Jake, squinting his eyes at him. “Jake.” “Nick.” The tension was thick between them. ‘I wonder what happens in those days when I was not here…’

Nate joined a few minutes later and I got up, leaving Jake on the bench alone. “Hello mr Diaz.” I joked and Nate smiled, giving me a side hug. “Hey, why are you so damp?” He looks at my face and sighs. “No you didn’t.” He immediately throws his hoodie off, leaving him in a shirt and gives it to me. “Here take it.” I shook my head. “No Nate, I’m okay.” He shook his head and shoved his hoodie into my hands. “No, pull it on.” I groaned and pulled the hoodie over my head. “Way better, I don’t want you to get sick again. Why didn’t you call me?” He looked disappointed at me. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t raining when I left my house this morning.” I gave him my sad eyes and slightly pouted at him. “It’s okay, I’m not angry at you.” He rubbed my back as we both walked back to the bench. “Hey Nate.” Jake says and stands up and looks at me, he looked at bit jealous and smiled too friendly at me. “Warm enough now?” I nodded and felt Nate tensing up. “Yeah she is, Jake let’s spar today.” Jake’s smirks and nods. “Sure why not.” They both walked away to get ready, I grabbed my camera to film this interaction between them because I have a feelings things will go wrong.

Nate POV

I was furious at him as he checked her out like that. “Rules?” He asks as he placed his mouthpiece in. “None.” I said as I was looking at him. “Okay.” He smiles and comes forward. He throws a jab and I dodged it. This went back and forth till I hit him on the side of his left face. I smiled to myself but he hit me back with a good right hand. ‘Fuck that was a good shot.’ He smiles at me and I lunged forward, grabbing his shoulders. Then we both fell down on the ground and he tried to hit my face as I was protecting it with my arms. “Come on then!” He yells at me as I didn’t make a move on him, he grabbed my shoulders and slammed my back a few times on the mat. “Come on Nate!” I moved my legs and pulled him down, hitting his sides. “Shut up shields.” I muttered against his head. He jerks up and hits my face a few times real good, I wiggled away and before I got jumped at him, Gilbert jumps in the ring and pushes Jake away. “Stop! Both of you.” He was pissed, a vein on his forehead was popping out and his face was red. “What fuck are you guys doing?! Killing each other. Look at you both.” I looked at Jake, he was bleeding from his mouth and his left cheek, he also had some scratches on his torso. I felt some blood dripping down my face, probably from my eyebrows. “This needs to stop.” He looked at both of us and helped Jake to get out of the ring. ‘Bitch.’ I looked at my right side and saw y/n standing there, camera in her hands and she looked horrified. “Come.” Nick my brother who just arrived helped me out and guided me to my office, as y/n got comforted by Chris our new officially member of the NDA team.

“I don’t want to know why, just stop being so self destructive.” He says as he cleaned up my face. “Is it because of her?” I stayed quiet, biting on my own lip as I felt that iron taste in my mouth. “Just don’t do this when she’s around, she’s actually scared right now.” “I know.” He patted my shoulder and stood up. “All done, just stay away from Jake, he’s not himself lately.” I nodded and followed him back to the rest of the group. Y/n was sitting with Chris on the bench as Keri was cleaning up our mess. “That was crazy.” Chris says as he greets me. I nodded and looked at her, she looked at me and softly smiled and stood up. “Are you okay, you were bleeding a lot.” She carefully looks at my face and her fingers gently touched my skin. “Yeah, I’m good.” I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. “Good, I don’t want you to die in a sparring match.” She jokes and I shook my head at her. “I won’t, I promise.” A door opens and she looks away, Jake walks in with that stupid smirk on his face. “I want to apologise for scaring our lovely guest.” He smiled to friendly at her and she just smiles back. “I’m okay, are you okay tho?” He shrugs. “Of course, I faced worst.” ‘That motherfucker.’ Nick grabbed my arm and shook his head. “Don’t.” He mumbled and I nodded. “Well you didn’t look good, that why I’m asking.” I chuckled and I saw her blushing, Jake shoot me a glare. “We both didn’t look very charming..” he said back and nodded at Gilbert. “Let’s go training, I think we all need it.” ‘Yes especially you Shields.’

—— a few weeks later——

It was my birthday today and I was throwing a party at my house. Friends and family were all here except for y/n, she hadn’t arrived yet. “She’s here.” Chris says and y/n walks outside to greet me. “Hello birthday guy.” She was carrying a small box, wrapped beautifully in black paper. “Hey.” She gave me a small hug and gave me my present. “Thank you but you didn’t have to.” She smiles but waves me off. “I know but I had to.” I started to unpack and saw a box, I gave her a confused glance and opened it. A usb was in it, on the side was written in her writing Nate’s life. “Is it finished?” She proudly nods but I felt sad that it’s over now. “So you are done with filming?” She nods and I looked back at the usb. “Yes it’s done, you are officially freed from me now.” She lightheartedly joked, I flashed her a fake smile and hugged her. “Thank you for giving me this.” “No thank you Nate, for giving me this opportunity.” ‘Always.’

The night went by fast and before I knew it I was alone again, sitting behind my computer, holding the usb stick in my hand. I took a deep breath and plugged it my computer. A file opens up, I gently swiped with my computer mouse to the file and double clicked on it. The video pops up and I pressed on the play button.

‘Hi it’s me y/n, before we are going to see Nate’s life story , I want to have this moment to say thank you, thank you to all the wonderful people who are in this documentary that trusted me and gave me this opportunity but also the people behind it, it was a pleasure to work with you guys, those two years we’ve been working together is something I will never forget. Enough talking about me, it’s time to show you his story.’

She sat in the gym, recording herself and tears fell down on my cheeks. Probably because of the alcohol I had tonight and that I’m going to miss her, not seeing her smiling behind that camera of hers, her beautiful smile and that giggle of hers that makes others smile too. I wiped my tears away and watched the whole thing with a smile but also with tears on my face. ‘I’m going to miss her.’