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cursedcola · 1 year

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Ok ok so you know the thing where it's like 'hey trust exercise' where person A runs up to person B and jumps in their arms? The one that became a meme with the hot coffee....

that. just that. Could you please write something for it using characters from twisted wonderland? Thank you!

A/N: I do know the thing lol. I think this is a super cute idea and will have some fun with it hehe...Sorry if it's not too long. I am writing this in between classes just to have a little mental break :) I also think this will work better with baby headcannons so I can do more characters. Since you did not specify any characters, I will be self indulgent. Prompt: Trust exercise! Do they catch you? Format: Baby headcannons huhuhu Characters: Everyone. Literally Everyone. I feel inspired for some reason. Warnings: None :) Tooth-ache fluff. Also not proofread. Likely grammar/spelling errors

Heartslabyul Dorm

Riddle Rosehearts

Catches you by a millisecond.

The moment he sees you running he instinctively drops the books in his hands

Yells for you to stop and puts his hands out in defense

Instinctively opens them when you jump and boom. Catch

My man has noodle arms. They instantly start to shake and you get dropped on your bum

Half-angry that you put him on the spot, and half-humiliated for dropping you. He is left shell-shocked for a moment before the fuse is lit

"What on EARTH were you thinking? Must you behave so childishly all the time?! Sometimes I wonder if you WANT me to have a heart attack....*sigh* come on. Get up. Are you injured at all?"

He thinks it's silly for you to test his 'trust,' like that. Don't do it again. Next time just talk to him.

….secretly relieved that he caught you.

Trey Clover

Arms are open before you even jump

The moment you started to speed up, he knew what would come next. It flusters him, and his ears burn but he lets you have your fun

Wraps one arm around your back and the other holds one of your legs around his waist. Nice and secure :)

Laughs a little bit before setting you down carefully

"Well, that was an excitable greeting. Maybe warn me next time, okay? What if I was holding something?"

Shakes his head in disbelief that you'd test him like this. Oh well. Its over now Best for him not to think on it.

Learns that Cater showed you the prank on Magicam, and makes his tea extra sweet. Revenge > cavities.

Cater Diamond

Does not catch you. In fact, he side-steps you.

You're quite literally sprawled on the floor and he's just standing there all smug. What? Don't even look at him like that. There's no way he could have caught you without toppling over

Cater prefers to not have a face full of dirt, thank you very much

He knows what you were trying to do, and also purposefully chose to 'fail'

"Hmm~ Now why would you use such a silly method to test me? Don't we take enough exams in class (Y/N)? You're no fair..."

Despite the taunts, he holds out a hand to help you up. He'll clean your face a bit with a handkerchief and leave a cheeky peck on your cheek before going about the rest of his day

Ace Trappola

Tries to catch you. Does not succeed.

In his defense, Ace is never on full alert. Especially during the school day.

You started running at him and he full on panicked. A genuine scream to stop tore through his throat, and he held his arms out

You, in fact, did not stop. Therefore you both fell on the ground with him on the bottom

Ace is not happy

"What is wrong with you?! If my back's broke then the medical bill is on your shoulders, not mine!"

When you explain to him, he still is pissed but does feel bad for yelling at you

"...well, whatever. You don't need some stupid test to know I'm trustworthy anyways. I prove it every day, right?"

....right? Please say yes or else he will overthink this hardcore later.

Deuce Spade

Catches you on instinct.

The moment you start running he assumes something is wrong, and opens his arms to give you a hug. When you jump? Well, that's just an extra step

His feet slide back against the ground and he wobbles for a millisecond. However, he's steady. He wraps both arms around your waist firmly, and leans back to get a look at your face.

"What's wrong?! Why are you in such a hurry?!"

His eyes flicker anxiously between the direction you came from and your face

He's relieved when you tell him that everything is okay, and that you just wanted to see if he would catch you

"Don't scare me like that! I was seriously worried!"

He's still holding you, and becomes bashful once the adrenaline dials down. He mutters a quick apology while gently setting you down. Avoiding eye-contact, he excuses himself and promises to hang out later. For now, be still his beating heart

Savanaclaw Dorm

Leona Kingscholar

Yes. You don't give him enough time to think through the situation, and so he acts. Albeit a bit roughly.

The moment you jump he's reaching with one arm, startled. It wraps around your waist and hoists you over his shoulder. The other hand reaches for his wand, and he's on high alert.

Says nothing. Just grunts upon impact and scans the area.

You'll have to pat his back a few times to be let down, and it is needless to say that he is not pleased with your joke

His eyebrows draw downward with his classic scowl, and he's lowkey disappointed in you. He thought you more straight-headed than to do something like this

"You- ugh. Whatever. I caught you, so I win, right? Happy?"

Deems scolding you more trouble than it's worth. Last thing he needs is for you to get mad at him. That'll just give him an even bigger headache.

Ruggie Bucchi

Does...not. He knows that you're coming. He heard the footsteps a mile away. He simply is a snot-nosed little arse

You're running at him from behind, and the moment you get near he steps to the side. He does his little shishishishi laugh when you face plant on the floor.

When you don't get up, he crouches down and pokes your head.

"Hey, you alright? That was a pretty harsh fall. I can't imagine what caused it,"

Laughs again, but feels a bit bad if you don't reciprocate. Okay. You got him. He's sooooooo untrustworthy. An utter fool, if you will.

With a tsk, he grabs you by the elbow and eases you up.

"Yup, yup. I'm cruel, I know. Let's go get a snack, alright? It's on me - and by me, I mean that it's on Leona shishishisi"

Jack Howl

This boulder doesn't even flinch. Like clockwork, he's startled but instinctively readies his stance. You quickly land safely in his arms, and are back on the ground in a jiffy. Almost as if you never tried to tackle him in the first place.

He holds you at arms length with an eyebrow raised.

"Uhm....are you good? What was that about?"

He doesn't understand how catching you proves that he is trustworthy, but if it makes you happy then he'll do it as often as you'd like. Just give him a heads up next time, ok?

Won't admit it, but he liked holding you. Even if it was for a fleeting moment, it felt right. If you ever asked for a piggy-back ride or to be carried, he wouldn't be opposed at all. The realization embarrasses him greatly.

Octovinelle Dorm

Azul Ashengrotto

Does not, and is extremely ashamed. He does not fail tests, academic or otherwise!

He’s not weak. This man has a very healthy diet and regularly exercises. He is confident that he would have succeeded with no issue, had you not startled him. Our little cephalopod here gets flustered very easily. Only by you though.

Normally he can hide it but you 100% startled him. Can you even judge? One moment all was peaceful and the next thing he knows you’re barreling towards him. All giddy and like “catch me, catch me!” …ugh. His heart couldn’t take it.

What’s worse is that Jade caught you in his stead. He’s appreciative that you were not harmed by his lack of reflex….but the humiliation. Dear gods.

He demands that you do it again. Leave him and then try again another time when he isn’t expecting it…which is impossible since he will be on high alert 24/7. Azul fails to understand that the purpose of the test is now null, and that it tests for impulse

“A-again! Go on. Get a running start and do it again! Into my awaiting arms!…do not argue. I will not fail this time so give me another chance,”

His ego requires it, so just do it. He can’t stand the idea of failing and that image of Jade carrying you is lingering in his mind

Floyd Leech

Catches you easily. Nothing startles this guy. Well, okay, some things do. Nothing that’s physical though.

He hears you yelling for him? Well that’s just a normal day in his life. You’re running his way”? Awwwwwwweeee his little Shrimpy is so excited to see him! That’s so rare!

He’s running to meet you half way. It nearly makes you halt but the test needs answers!

He hooks his hands under your arms mid-air, and spins you around at arms length before bringing you in for a hug. All the while he has a giant grin on his face

“Did you miss me that much??? I guess I haven’t been giving you enough attention…not that I’d mind it if you do this every day hehe~”

He doesn’t care about the test, so long as you do it again. You won’t be leaving his arms any time soon si get comfortable

Jade Leech

Another to catch you easily. He does it flawlessly, like catching a balloon or a feather

He hears your approach and chooses to ignore it until the last moment. Then he turns effortlessly to capture you bridal style, set you down, and return to what he was originally doing. If anyone’s in shock, it’s you.

Then he’ll finish up and turn to you as if nothing even happened. While his gentle smile and hand on his heart are unknowing - the smug crinkle of his eyes says otherwise. He is highly amused, not in your little stunt but in the reaction he managed to create

Caresses your face with one of his gloved hands and asks how your day has gone. Once answered, he leans down to plant a light kiss on your cheek before leaving

“Oh, I almost forgot. Please be more careful in the future. Had it not been you, I would have reacted much differently to someone ‘attacking’ fufu. I love your enthusiasm dearly, and am always happy to hold you. You need only ask,”

Scarabia Dorm

Kalim Al' Asim

Sunshine meets you half way. He sees you running at him with a mega grin and instantly knows what’s going on. Social cues be damned, he wants to be loved

More like it’s you catching him. He just can’t help himself. He jumps at you before you even get a chance to do the same.

His arms go around your shoulders in the biggest hug imaginable. He knows better than to throw his whole body weight on you, so he settles for merely hugging and swaying your body from side to side

It’s sickeningly sweet how giddy he is. He pulls you at arms length before peppering light kisses along your cheeks

“I missed you so much! Can I have another one? Please?”

Oh! A test? How fun! He’ll take this one many times if it means you’ll hug him more often. He passed? Yippieeeeeee

Jamil Viper

Catches you, begrudgingly. He’s known about the trend and was frankly expecting you to try it. He just didn’t know when.

Jamil is no fool. He could let you fall. It would be funny. Maybe even make his day.

But then you’d be upset with him. He really could do without that. Not if it could be prevented

So the moment he sees you rushing towards him, Jamil knows what to do. He quickly sets down whatever he’s doing and takes position

With an oof and a momentary scowl from discomfort, he’s got ya. One arm around you’re bum and the other your waist. You wrap both of your arms around his shoulders, and with a sigh he just lets you koala hang for a moment

“Are we done now? Not to be rude, but my arms are tired and I would prefer that we not make a spectacle of ourselves”

He asks if you had fun. You did? Well, he supposes that it can be done again. In private only though. No more pranks.

Pomefiore Dorm

Vil Schoenheit

Does not catch you on purpose, and then insists that you do it again.

You see, he did not want to encourage your childish antics, so he purposefully pretended that he was not strong enough to catch you

A lie, obviously. He is very strong despite his pretty boy exterior. Instead of calling him out for it, you play along. A mocking sigh of resignation flies out as you not so subtly comment on his lack of strength.

Oh, you're absolutely right, Vil! I'm sorry for over estimating you...hmm, perhaps I can try again with Neige-

"You will do no such thing. Now, I am going to walk away and once I turn the corner you are going to run at me. Is that clear?"

Epel Felmeir

Catches you! Listen. My boy here spent his entire childhood lugging around crates of apples, cutting down trees, and running through fields. There is no way that he lacks the stamina to catch you. Maybe he can't hold you for an extended period, but those cinnamon stick arms are built for catching

He jolts when you scream his name, and he loses his composure. The moment you jump he lets out a string of curses and drops everything to catch you

The impact sends Epel teetering, and he fall son his butt with you on top of him

"O-o-oi! What'd ya think you're doing?! I nearly split my tailbone!"

Is slightly saddened that he couldn't keep steady. If only he was stronger like the Savanaclaw students...

Rook Hunt

Catches you with grace. There isn't much to say here.

Our princely hunter need not predict your movements, or pay attention to your plotting. Where's the fun in that?

Non non, what a sight for sore eyes. Rook swoons the moment you call his name, and his pupils basically turn to hearts when he sees you running towards him

With a laugh, he opens his arms wide and catches you in an instant. He shifts you into a bridal carry, and dips you down to plant a loving hiss on your nose.

Bonus points if you kiss him back along where his freckles would be without makeup. Oh this man is dying

"Mon coheur....what a wonderful surprise! If you were to greet me like this every day for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man indeed,"

Ignihyde Dorm

Idia Shroud

Catches you

On accident :)

More like you just fall in his lap, but it still counts? Kind of

He was in his room, multitasking both controlling his floating tablet around school while also playing the latest MMO

Just when he started to wonder where you might be (normally you find his tablet during study break) he hears his door burst open

Startled, he whips around in his chair to see you running at him. He lets go of the computer mouse and keyboard on impulse. Right when you jump and basically straddle him in his chair

Idia.exe has stopped working. From the sudden entrance, to the physical contact, to your giddy rambling about...something? He can't hear past the buzzing in his ears and just nods along

Hyper aware that you are sitting in his lap still. Attempting to control himself...and failing.

"U-uhhh, can y-you please move? Like, off of me? I c-can get you a chair,"

You comply, and he calms down for a second. He's not complaining but why would you -

an internet trend? Ortho told you to?

....Idia doesn't know if he should thank his brother or scold him.

Ortho Shroud (PLATONIC!)

Little Ortho meets you half way! You do not get to jump because he sees your arms open for a hug and does not waste a moment

With you basically being one of his best friends (and hopefully second sibling. Ortho is rooting for his big bro to win your heart!) he loves your hugs

When you ruffle his hair after letting go, his eyes crinkle into the cutest little upturned crescents and he laughs

"You know...I bet brother would love one of your hugs! You should go surprise him!"

Diasomnia Dorm

Malleus Draconia

Child of man, what a wonderful surprise?

You are fulfilling this man's fantasy. You know the phrase 'looking through rose-colored class'?

You're running towards him and he's watching like it's an early 2000s AMV on Youtube

Or like a Tik Tok edit. You know the ones

Drops everything. AND I MEAN EVERYTHING

It is like this man loses all sense of his surroundings. Lovesick fool.

Opens his arms wide with a soft smile, and when you jump he barely flinches. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and legs around his waist. One of his arms holds the small of your back, and the other your rear. He...well, yes he is aware and is doing it on purpose. Our prince isn't uhm...well, he is a man. A gentlemen, but still a man nonetheless.

"What a welcome greeting. Are you comfortable? I would like to remain this way for longer, if you do not mind"

He holds you tight with his head comfortably buried in between your neck and shoulder. Malleus lightly kisses the fabric of your uniform blazer, before returning to his prior activities like nothing is amiss

Lilia Vanrouge

...I guess? It's complicated.

You come at this bat from behind in an attempt to surprise him

He's not that old, y'know. Lilia senses you trailing him the moment you begin. Then again, he always knows when you're within a five mile radius.

What? Is it really so bad for him to seek out the object of his affections? Anyone else would do the same. It's not like he's being a creep about it...you just have a unique presence.

He is also well versed in internet trends. Lilia can't help but humor you. He walks around unknowing and occasionally snickering. Some question what he finds so humorous, and he waves them off with a cheeky grin

He senses your intent to attack, and doesn't turn around when you call his name. You jump at him from behind and koala hug his back

If it weren't for the hands holding your calves, you'd think him ignorant.

'Lilia? Lilia~ Hello? Are you already deaf so soon-'

Faster than you can comprehend, he spins you around to face him and pecks your lips

"Why hello there, my dear. Care to finish that sentence?"

'....no'

Sebeck Zigvolt

Does not catch you. He initially thought you were aiming for Malleus, and stood in front of his superior to protect him

Oh he should have known! Betrayal! You have betrayed him!

...why are you calling his name? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?

Oh seven it's one of your pranks again, isn't it? Whya re you always doing such-

When you yell for him to catch you, Sebeck does so without a second thought

but he fails. His offensive stance wasn't fit for taking the imbalance of weight, and he couldn't get a stable grip on you

Gravity pulls him forwards on a path where his weight would crush you

So Sebeck quickly wraps one of his hands around the back of your head, and flips so he takes the impact instead

"Have you gone mad?! I genuinely cannot fathom what is going on in your brain anymore. Who put you up to this? What if you had been injured? What if you injured Lord Malleus?....stop laughing and listen to me!"

Silver

Do not startle a man with a sword.

Once again, do NOT startle a man with a SWORD.

Silver catches you. Easily. He also thinks it is absolutely adorable that you trust him enough to do so.

It's just that you could have warned him. Y'know, considering that he is armed and trained to draw his weapon at the slightest sign of a threat :)

Lucky for you, Silver is high-key vigilant since he has a tendency to doze off to dreamland. He sensed your presence but couldn't pinpoint where...

Imagine his surprise when you jump down from above :) The hell do you think you are, his father?

On instinct he reaches out and catches you in a bridal carry. Your rear knocks against the sword hanging at his side, and with a grunt he places you down on the floor to check for injury

"While I love spending time with you, can you please use the door next time? For my sanity?"

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its-time-to-write · 6 months

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how about a Jamie x reader fic when they go away to Amsterdam they sit together on bus and they wake up cuddling and then there’s an issue w hotel booking and there’s a one bed trope and they end up waking up cuddled together and then they admit feelings and reader goes to game with a tartt jersey on <3

I’ve been thinking about this forever, and I’m terribly sorry it took so long!! I do enjoy being an adult, but I’m at a point in life where I don’t have much free time and if I do, I use it to sleep😂

I really miss the days when Ted Lasso was still airing and the x reader tags had new content every day. I feel like that one meme of Thanos when he’s like “Fine. I’ll do it myself.” Shoutout to all y’all who are still here and reading my stuff! Love you!!

smile at me

It’s straight-up fucked. It really, really is. But also maybe it’s good, as Keeley pointed out, because not having a boyfriend anymore means you can focus on yourself?

Or something.

Of course he had to break up with you right before leaving for Amsterdam. Hell, he broke up with you because you were leaving for Amsterdam.

“I don’t want you going to another country with a bunch of other guys,” he had said. “It’s them or me.”

“It’s literally my job,” you told him.

Apparently, that didn’t matter.

But what-fucking-ever, you’re at Keeley’s waiting for a car to take you to the airport, and she’s promised to make sure you don’t think about your stupid ex even once.

It’s times like these you wish Ted were still here with a spot-on pun and some dad-type advice. All you ever get from Beard is a weird anecdote and a vaguely threatening look.

Keeley chatters on for the entirety of the ride to the airport, through customs, and all the way to the lounge.

“You’re gonna get loads of great content for the socials, babe. Candids, action shots, behind-the-scenes. Friendlies are fucking amazing!”

Last time Richmond were in Amsterdam, they had lost horribly. They’re hoping to make up for it this time around.

The plane is full of Greyhounds, both footballers and coaches alike, with Rebecca at the very front. Keeley plops done in the seat next to her as Dani waves at you from the middle.

“I saved you a seat!” he calls. You smile as Sam takes your bag to put it in the overhead. “Thanks, Dani. You excited?”

Dani grins. “I think this time I am ready to see a whole field of tulips!”

You laugh as the lads roll their eyes. Jamie leans across the aisle toward you and says, “Oi, what’s the twat doing while you’re away?”

You press your lips into a thin line. “Not a clue.”

He raises an eyebrow and says, “You break up with him?”

“He broke up with me.”

Jamie twists his face into a scoff. “And you wonder why I call him the fucking twat. Prick. Bet it was so he could finally fuck his coworker.”

You shrug. Jamie’s never liked your boyfriend. It’s not like you were together long, only a few months. And sure, he was a little bit of a twat, but sue you. You had a special place in your heart for pricks with a heart of gold, only he didn’t even have a heart at all.

“You should date someone better,” Jamie continues.

You glare at him and retort, “Oh yeah, because it’s just that easy. You got some one in mind?”

Jamie gives you his most angelic look and says, “What about me?” which makes half the plane dissolve into laughter, yourself included.

“Cheers, Jamie,” you say as you wipe your eyes. “I needed that.”

A strange look crosses his face, but it’s quickly replaced by his usual cocky expression. “Anytime, love,” he replies as you turn to start a conversation with Dani.

As much as you’d like that, Jamie would never date you. His joke stings a little but you brush it off. Maybe you’ll find another twat in Amsterdam to distract yourself from the fact that you’re half in love with Jamie Tartt.

—

“I’m sorry, we don’t have a booking under you name,” the hotel concierge says.

You tap your nails to your wrist. “Are you positive? I’m with AFC Richmond, they should’ve had one.”

The concierge taps on his computer for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I’m afraid we don’t have anything. And all of our rooms are booked this weekend. Might I recommend the hotel down the road?”

Damn it. There’s no way this is happening. Everyone else has gotten to their rooms without a hitch and here you are, alone in the lobby as you pull out your phone to call Keeley. There’s no way this is fucking happening.

“Everything alright?” asks a voice behind you, and you jump.

“They don’t have a room for me, and they’re fully booked,” you explain.

Jamie looks at the concierge, who shrugs apologetically, then back to you. He asks, “Why don’t you share with me?” and you frown.

“I thought you were rooming with Declan,” you say.

Jamie lifts a shoulder. “Yeah, but he switched with Richard because O’Brien fucking snores and he don’t give a shit.”

You say, “So you’re with Richard, then,” and he shakes his head.

“Nah, Richard’s with Jan.”

“I thought Dani was with Jan,” you say. These fucking footballers. What’s the point in having set rooms if they’re just going to switch it all up.

“Dani is with Jan,” Jamie says patiently, as if this all the most obvious thing in the world. “But Dani’s a cuddler, so he’s probably going to fucking end up with, I don’t know, Isaac or someone. Which means I get a room all to meself.”

“Right,” you say slowly. “Alright, I can do that. As long as you don’t mind.”

Jamie winks. “Sharing a room with a pretty girl for four days? Ain’t a problem, love.”

You laugh and follow him to the elevator.

—

It feels a bit like playing with fire, agreeing to room with Jamie. Especially since you’re freshly single and definitely open to a rebound. But there will be two beds and a lot of space and anyway, you’ll be busy with the match and social media, respectively.

Except as soon as you walk through the door, you realize there’s a tiny little hitch.

“There’s one bed,” you blurt out, so surprised you’re unable to filter your words. Jamie blushes a little bit as he says, “Yeah, um, Cockburn and I hate sleeping alone, so we asked for one. He grew up sharing a bed with his brothers and I just fucking hate being alone. I can sleep on the couch if you want.”

“No,” you say firmly, “you need good rest. It’s not a problem.”

It’s not a problem.

Or at least it wouldn’t have been if Isaac had been a shittier captain.

But as it is he’s great, so he’s got the whole team going out to dinner at a pre-determined location complete with a dress code of no t-shirts and apparently you count as part of the team, so you have to go too. You’re in your massive bathroom trying to curl your disgusting travel hair when Jamie walks in wearing one of those white hotel bathrobes.

He asks, “You mind if I’m in here?” so you shake your head, struck temporarily mute by his bare clavicle. Fucking hell, you feel like a repressed Victorian woman.

Jamie says, “Mint,” and goes about his alarmingly detailed skincare routine. You’re pretty sure you’re done with your hair so you crane your neck in an attempt to check the back.

“Missed a spot,” Jamie says. “Want me to get it for you?”

You shoot him a dubious look but hand him the curler. He runs a hand through your hair, picking up the offending strand and it’s all you can do not to shiver.

“Mum taught me,” he explains and you nod ever so slightly, not wanting him to accidentally burn your neck. Jamie says, “All good,” and runs his whole hand through your hair this time, making the curls bounce.

You choke out, “Thanks,” and hurriedly put away your things, desperate to leave before Jamie can pick up on the fact that you can barely handle being in the same room as him, and that you have great concerns about what the night will bring.

—

“You look fucking hot,” is the first thing Rebecca says when you meet her in the lobby. Keeley looks mildly offended that Rebecca took the words out of her mouth, but she just laughs and taps your arm.

“Gonna break a few hearts tonight, yeah?” she grins.

You’re not sure about that, especially since dinner turns out to be a very domestic affair. It’s loud, sure, but it’s definitely toned down since it’s a pre-match celebration instead of a post-match one. You’re with Sam, Keeley, and Roy with Jamie far, far away. You push all thoughts of him from your brain only for memories of your ex to surface. You frown.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Roy says and for a moment, you think he’s talking to you. But he’s actually talking to Jamie who has moved from his place across the restaurant to right behind your chair.

“Fuck off grandad,” Jamie says good-naturedly. “Wanted to tell this one that some of the lads are going out dancing after this. Not too late,” he hastily adds at Roy’s burning scowl, “just for two hours and we’re only allowed one drink.”

You’re pretty sure that’s a bit more liberal than Roy likes, but he nods his head slightly so he must be in a good mood.

“So, you coming?” Jamie asks and before you can reply Sam and Keeley chorus, “Yes she is.”

You give Keeley a Look before turning back to Jamie. “Guess I am,” you reply.

The smile Jamie gives you does more to make your head spin than any amount of alcohol you’ve had in your lifetime.

—

Jamie has taken it upon himself to wipe that frown off your face. He might have been watching you over dinner and that might have been why he chose that exact moment to invite you out, but he’ll never fucking admit it to anyone except Sam. And Keeley. And maybe Cockburn when it was the off-season and they were a little tipsy. (But not drunk, never drunk.)

So yeah, sue him if he’s spinning you around on the crowded dance floor just because it makes you laugh. It’s not his fault that he’s been wildly in love with you since the day Higgins hired you. It’s not his fault that you’re easy to be around and have the most beautiful smile he’s seen in his life.

And fuck, it certainly isn’t his fault you can’t see in yourself what others do. Why you settled for a piece of shit like your ex, he’ll never know. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his best to show you how special you are. He knows you’ll never feel the same about him, but maybe he can help you level up your standards. Maybe if you’re with someone good, it’ll hurt less that it’s not him.

So he lets you hold his hand for the entirety of the two hours that the team is out and doesn’t say a word when you don’t let go in the cab back to the hotel.

You’ve gotten that closed-off look in your eyes again, the one that means you’re thinking about your ex, so Jamie knocks his shoulder into yours and asks why he can’t have the password to the team’s Instagram account, which is a sure fire way to get you to lecture him on irresponsibility and aesthetics and the best way to get your eyes to come back to life.

—

Honestly, it’s easier to fall asleep than you might have expected. It’s a big bed and you’re fucking tired.

You just didn’t expect to wake up in the middle of the night crying, but it’s always fucking like this when you go through a breakup. You go to sleep fine and wake up sad, so you do your best not to wake up Jamie except you’ve both ended up entangled in each other’s arms, so he can feel you shaking.

“Hey,” Jamie says in a soft voice, “You’re okay, love.”

You half expect him to push you away once he realizes you’re so close, but he only pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your forehead. Maybe it’s because you’re both half-asleep, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

You sigh and settle into him, drifting off in a matter of moments.

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You wake up to a pair of blue eyes watching you.

“How you feeling?” Jamie asks, voice gravelly with sleep.

You just blink at him. It’s hard to form coherent sentences within the first ten seconds of waking up, and even harder with the memory of Jamie’s arms around you last night.

Wait. Not just the memory. The present reality because neither of you have moved.

Jamie misinterprets your silence and begins to extricate his arms.

“Sorry,” he says, “I’m not to trying to like, cross and fucking boundary or something. Should’ve left you alone.”

You’re still not awake enough to talk so you grab him to stop him from moving away. He gives you a questioning look so you say, “I wouldn’t have agreed to share a bed if I thought you were a creep.”

Jamie grins. “So like, if Jan had offered to share a room you’d’ve said no.”

You wrinkle your nose as you say, “Jan’s not a creep.”

“He’s the fucking worst,” Jamie grumbles, “And anyway, can we not talk about Jan fucking Maas this early in the morning?”

“Sure,” you say, “let’s talk about something else.”

Despite your comment, you both lapse into silence. You’re enraptured by Jamie’s blue eyes. You’ve never been able to study them this close before, and you want to take this opportunity to memorize every fleck of green.

Jamie seems to have a similar thought, except his gaze flicks to your lips.

“I have morning breath,” you tell him and he says, “Real men don’t give a shit, babe,” before leaning forward.

It’s softer than you’d expected, sweeter.

It’s also strange to think that you’re making out with Jamie in bed, and that he’s the one who initiated it.

The thought is so absurd that you giggle, mid-kiss. Jamie breaks away and says, “Oi, there’s no way that was a shit kiss.”

“No,” you say between giggles, “it’s just weird that we’re doing this. Like, how are we supposed to look each other in the eye after?”

Jamie moves so he can look at you better, and you roll from your side to your back. “What do you mean?” he asks.

“Oh come on, we share a room and a bed, we kiss because I have all these sad feelings and you’re feeling a lot of emotions about the match, and then we have to work together after. It’s silly.”

Jamie cocks his head. “That’s what you think is happening?”

“Yes?” you say. None of this is going how it’s supposed to. “What do you think is happening?”

“I like you,” he says, and there is absolutely no mistaking his meaning.

“Oh,” you reply in a small voice. “Since when?”

“Since before you started dating the twat. When Higgins introduced ya to the team.”

“That’s a fucking long time ago!” you exclaim. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Jamie rubs his face. “Yeah, ‘cept you showed up to work tellin’ everyone how you started dating the twat. And I ain’t a home wrecker.”

You groan. “Fuuuck. I literally only dated him to try to get over you.”

Jamie shoots up. “What?!”

“Yeah,” you say, “I’ve been like a little bit in love with you ever since you winked at me during that first promo I did.”

Jamie blows out a breath. “Okay. Think that’s enough talking. C’mere. We’re making out proper, like, then we’re going to breakfast.”

You grin as you climb onto his lap.

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causeimhappinesss · 1 year

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On his backseat (Joel Miller x reader)

Warning: smut, age gap (reader in her 20s), unprotected sex, slight breeding kink + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :)

Bonus: a meme at the end

All day long, a crazy tension had built up between you and Joel, at first for a silly little thing, but he refused to agree with you, when you were absolutely right. Then, the tension had built up so much between the two of you, that it had metamorphosed and soon, the older man's hands had been wandering, though discreet.

“I'm going to go. I'm leaving you and don't kill each other!” Ellie joked.

With these words, she slammed the door of the car you had repaired and leaved the garage you had just entered. You would even say that she was running away from you, undoubtedly uncomfortable because of the tension that had gradually built up in the car, but which she probably didn't imagine would be sexual. From time to time, when Ellie was reading one of his comics, he had kept his hand on your thigh, which he stroked, knowing what effect it had on you. She had preferred to leave as soon as possible and give you time to explain yourself with Miller, while she rested in the house where you had taken up residence for two days, the time to search this cute town from top to bottom. Once she was inside the mansion, you turned your attention to your lover... Of course, Ellie didn't know the true nature of your relationship: friend by day, sexfriend by night.

"Well... would it kill you to admit I was right about that damn alarm?"

"You weren't right. We should have been more careful..." he growled.

"Oh yeah, sure, and spend three hours on an alarm system to disconnect it, when it doesn't even take us ten minutes to get all the weapons back." you retorted, sarcastically.

Miller grumbled, but the sound of it brought a smile to your face, because the old man always made you laugh one way or another. Then he met your eyes and a glint of mischief flashed in his eyes. You slid a hand over his chest and felt his heartbeat under your palm; a sensation you'll never forget. His lips parted, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes to know the moment. Your fingers slid over his warm skin in gentle caresses as you admired the masculine beauty of his body. Then your phalanges slid lower and traced the contours of his abs. A sigh escaped from his lips, which pushed you to unbuckle his seat belt, then the one holding his pants, which you made fall. Its excitation was felt, a bump formed in its boxer, that you touched with malice, before releasing it from this confined space.

A wave of heat ran through you as you wrapped your hand around his member, feeling the velvety texture of his skin. You began slow and gentle back and forth movements, under the spell of the intensity present in his eyes. Joel gasped, so that his hands clutched your hips as you increased the pressure in my movements. Your free hand explored the skin of his chest, then his thighs, until you felt his breath catch. You peppered him with kisses until his desire stretched like a bow.

"Baby..." he growled, sliding a hand into your hairline.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you knelt on the car seat, staring at your partner. Your fingers kept on caressing him skillfully, being the source of the accumulation of pleasure in his belly. Slight grunts broke through the barrier of his lips and made your hair stand on end. God knows how beautiful he was, that expression of desire portrayed on his face, eyebrows furrowed, sweat beading his gray brows. Again, you stared at his body, admiring his chiseled abs and broad chest, before lingering on the throbbing erection before you. Then, you wrapped his length in your wet mouth. You felt him harden further and moan in response to your movements, so much so that his hips undulated. Your tongue ran along his member, while your lips worked their magic around him. His hands tangled in your hair as you titillated him, encouraging his pleasure, so that he struggled to contain himself. Your tongue played with his red tip and his whole member throbbed in your mouth, as if he was already approaching orgasm. Yet you knew Joel wouldn't accept such a thing; he was always holding back to make you cum first.

"Fuck... You're going to drive me crazy..."

Soon, you could no longer contain your desire and you gave in to your desires. You climbed onto his thighs and felt the heat radiate between your boiling bodies. You undulated your hips over his boner and placed kisses on his neck, before you rubbed yourself on one of his muscular thighs. Your movements became frantic and desperate, as if the world was about to end another time.

The warm night air washed over your skin, but the coolness inside the car was gentle. Your heart was pounding, a delicious mixture of desire and fear... The fear of getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Joel wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pressed his lips to your neck. You moaned softly, your body aching deliciously from his touch. Your hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him to feel his body closer to yours. His lips follow yours in a fiery kiss. Electric sparks flew through you with each touch and caress.

Dizzy with desire, you pulled him into the backseat. His hands peeled away layers of you as you mimicked him between feverish kisses. Soon you were naked, on your knees, with your butt against him, giving him a magnificent view of your pussy. With his experienced fingers, he teased your clitoris, with which he played, while stroking your breasts. You were already wet and ready for him, but you felt no shame. Sex was one of the pleasures still present on this earth, especially when you were on the road like you. And your body knew full well that you were meant to fuck with him, it worked so well between the two of you... The pleasure climbed and your first moans of pleasure echoed through the cabin, as your fingers gripped the fabric of the backseat.

"Joel..."

He also knew what rhythm to take with your clit; he was playing with your emotions and your body. When he felt you on the verge of orgasm, he stopped and you squealed. Before you knew it, his warm tongue slid along your labia, drawing the contours of your clitoris, then one of his fingers brushed the entrance to your vagina. Another moan of pleasure forced its way through your lips and you nearly collapsed forward, but her strong arms held your thighs back.

"You taste like honey... I could eat your pussy all night..."

Your heart was pounding, banging against your ribcage violently, so you were begging him to make you reach nirvana. Without delay, the orgasm hit you full force, your legs shook and the euphoria poured into your veins in the form of powerful waves of shivers.

Then, with his hands on your hips, his cock pushed into you, drawing a moan of pleasure from you as he grunted. You were so tight and hot that he threw his head back for two seconds, his jaw clenched, and then he watched your two sexes joined together; an erotic sight that made him shudder. It was as if your pussy had been molded for his thick, long cock. A perfection he relished and enjoyed as often as possible. Finally, he moved inside you, a touch that filled you with more desire, made you quiver and tremble. Nothing else mattered at that moment; just you and the sweet union of your bodies. Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the sound of your labored breaths filling the air of the car. The sound of wet skin slapping accompanied your song of pleasure, which you tried to restrain, to avoid Ellie from hearing you, just in case.

"Oh shit... Joel... Don't stop..."

"I don't plan on stopping..." he whispered in your ear, in a suave voice.

You held on to this moment and let his love consume you in your wholeness. You were enjoying the moment, knowing that it won't last forever. For now, you were loving the delicious sensation he was producing in your lower abdomen. His powerful hands, anchored on your waist, drew you closer to him, your back against his chest, in a carnal embrace.

Without ever ceasing his sinful movements inside me, his lips traveled the delicate skin of your neck, your faces illuminated by the moonlight, resulting in a romantic and intimate atmosphere...

"Fill me up... Don't pull out..." you moaned.

"Oh God..." he growled. He was aware that cumming inside you was a bad idea, it wasn't like you were taking birth control, but the idea of his cum filling your hot, wet pussy amplified his pleasure. He was already picturing you with a nice round belly once you got back to Tommy's.

The excitement of getting caught fed the burning fire in your veins. You made the moment last as long as possible, until you both climaxed with moans. Your pussy pulsed around his thick cock and milk him dry. Your heart was pounding, beads of sweat ran down your skin and you were shaking. His seed spilled into you as his hot breath rushed down your neck.

Sorry, Ellie... For the backseat you're gonna spend another bunch of hours on.

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leighsartworks216 · 4 months

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57 perhaps? If inspiration happens to strike. I love a little desperation or uncertainty or pretty much any possible cause of trembling kisses. Can be nsfw or not. Thank you for all that you do, and please feel free to disregard entirely if it’s not your thing!

57 - kisses with trembling lips

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

OH BOY DID THE INSPIRATION STRIKE. IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE. I saw this prompt and my mind immediately went to the most painful idea. I legitimately almost started crying multiple times writing this, as someone who very rarely cries over fics at all. Soooo let that be a solid warning and good luck 👍

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST

Word Count: 578

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It felt wrong to see you like this. You were surrounded by flowers from all your friends; Astarion despised the damn things more than ever. The only good thing was their potent fragrances masked the scent of death.

He took a deep breath, biting his cheek to force back his tears. It wasn’t working very well.

He stepped forward, leaning over the sides of the wooden coffin to peer down at your face. You looked peaceful. Much, much too pale, but peaceful. The thought of lowering you into the ground rubbed him the wrong way, but there was some comfort in knowing you would be laid right next to his own grave. When his time comes, however long from now, he’d be by your side once again.

He inhaled shakily. The tears burning his eyes broke free. He didn’t have the energy to wipe them away.

His hands shook as he reached in and cupped your cheek. The wrinkles and creases of age still felt exactly as they had a week ago, when you were scolding him for hovering over you. “I’m not helpless yet, Star. I can make it to the couch on my own.”

The thought of that house. Of going back to the emptiness… Gods, what would he do without you?

“Live. Live for me. You have so much life to live, my love. My star.”

He wished you’d open your eyes. Tell him it was all a joke. Come back to him, lay in his arms just one more time.

He couldn’t breathe. His chest was too damn tight, choking on half-contained sobs. The sun would be rising soon. He’d need to leave before then. For you. Gods know he was all too tempted to stay here, holding you one last time as he’s reduced to ash. But your voice rang all too clearly in his mind, as though you were commanding him on a battlefield. Live.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine you were still alive, merely fast asleep in your armchair by the fire, book slipping from your fingertips. But the smell of death flooded his nose too strongly. It was not the warm scent of the fire, or the soaps and oils he would bathe you with.

His lips trembled against your skin. His chin shook as emotion overwhelmed him. His entire body shuddered with the power of his sobs. His tears hit your skin; a holy aspersion from a lifetime of being loved. He reluctantly pulled away, vision blurred to hell as he delicately brushed them from your brow.

The horizon slowly grew pink and yellow. He had to leave.

His heart ached with the thought, now more than ever. He would never see your face again, not outside of portraits or magic mimicry. And he couldn’t even see worth a damn to be absolutely positive he would never forget it. He forgot his own face so long ago; he wouldn’t forget yours.

He tried to speak, tried to tell you he loved you, to thank you for spending your life with him, for never giving up on him despite it all, for being you. But the words never came. A golden beam creeped over the opposite edge of your coffin. The flowers came alive in the sun. He wished you would, too.

He passed from shadow to shadow back home, sobbing out his grief with every step.

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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Hi! i love your writing and i was wondering if you would do an Ethan Landry x Reader smut, where they’re bestfriends and they get high and Ethan takes Readers V card?

Hellooooo! I wrote this a lot fluffier than my normal stuff, lol. I hope you like it! :)

Tongue Tied - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You get extra touchy with Ethan whenever you get high, but he finally says something about it and it leads to other things.

*There is drug usage in this, specifically marijuana. Those of us that are familiar with it and have a good reaction, know that you're capable of consent in most cases*

A/N: I wanted to write something like this forever ago, and it finally got requested :)

One of the ways you liked to unwind with Ethan was to get high. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, the two of you laughed at everything. It was nice to have that escape for a few hours, just enjoying your time with each other.

There was one time you both ate a weed gummies around the rest of your friends, and they had no idea. Chad’s eyes grew wide as he watched Ethan pull you into his lap to show you a funny meme on his phone, before looking over to Tara, “Is there something going on with them?”

She shrugged her shoulders, just as confused as Chad was.

There’s always been subtle flirting between the two of you, but it was way less subtle when you were high. He’s been your best friend since you met him in freshman year. He was there to help you pick the pieces back up after some loser broke your heart, and you’ve been close ever since. Around that time was when you first started to try edibles, and Ethan didn’t want you to try them alone. Plus, the boy was hopelessly in love with you, and loved that it helped him gain some confidence. He craved the affection he'd get from you, even though it was just simple touches.

“Ethannn,” you whined as you sat on his living room floor. He walked back from the kitchen with a family-sized bag of Cheetos, his eyes glazed over.

“Whaaaat?” he responded, taking a seat beside you.

You snuggled up to him as you leaned against the couch, his arm wrapping around you.

“Nothing, I just wanted you to come back. I missed you,” you said, your hand tracing along his stomach.

His thoughts were deeper than they usually were when he was high. His mind couldn’t stop racing as he felt your hand on him.

“Why are you only like this with me when we’re stoned?” he asked, sadness in his tone.

“What do you mean?” you asked, pulling away so you could look at him.

“I get that you’re my best friend and I probably shouldn’t feel this way…but I like it when you cuddle up to me,” he sighed, “I just wish it could happen when we aren’t high.”

“Aww, Ethan. I didn’t know you felt that way,” you said, smiling at him. “I guess I just get less nervous to be like this with you. I’d like for it to happen when we’re sober.”

He smiled as he looked at you. “Really?”

“Yes,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him.

It was a simple kiss at first, that led to you straddling him as his back rested against the couch. Your hands were in his hair, while his hands were on your hips. You started to grind against him when he stopped you.

“We need to stop, you’re making me hard,” he said, his breathing heavy from the intensity of the kiss.

“What if I don’t want to stop?” you asked, a playful smirk on your lips.

“We’re high, babe. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” he said, as his hands rubbed your hips.

His eyes were needy but sympathetic. He felt awful rejecting you when he wanted this so badly.

“You do know that I’m not blitzed out of my mind right now, right? I’m not too high to consent to this,” you said, “But if you don’t want to, I understand.”

You started to move off his lap, but his hands held your hips in place. “No, I want to.”

Your mouth reconnected with his, as your hips started to grind against him again. Gasps were slipping past hips lips against yours as you started to get wet.

“We really need to stop, unless your goal is to make me cum in my pants,” he said, as you giggled at his words.

“You want to go to your room?” you asked, kissing him again.

“Yes,” he said, as you started to crawl off his lap.

He held your hand as he led you to his room, and you felt like you should be nervous, but you weren’t. You knew that Ethan would take care of you, and the effects of the THC made you relax, anyway.

“Hey, you sure you’re okay with this?” Ethan asked, as he kissed your neck.

“Yes, I want to do this,” you whimpered, as he started to suck on your sweet spot.

“Okay, but you have to promise me that you’ll stop me if you get uncomfortable with anything,” he whispered as he backed you up towards his bed.

“I promise,” you giggled out, as you landed on the comforter.

He hovered over you, smiling as he looked at your face. You looked so content and happy with what was about to happen, and he was grateful that you wanted to experience your first time with him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, before he kissed you.

His hands started to slowly roam, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Once his hand started to feel you up over your shirt, you were moaning out at the feeling. You pushed him away to pull your shirt over your head, then reconnected your lips with his.

“Someone’s eager,” he laughed, as his hands roamed the newly exposed skin.

“I need you,” you whimpered, as he got harder than he thought was even possible.

“This is your first time, baby. Let me take care of you,” he said, kissing down your neck, noticing the love bite he left a few minutes prior. “Can I take your bra off of you?”

You nodded your head, as he pulled up to look at your face. “I need you to use your words, okay?”

“Yes, please take it off of me,” you said, desperation in your tone.

He reached behind you as you lifted enough for his hands to unhook it, gently sliding the straps down your arms. His eyes widened as he looked at your chest. You started to feel a little self-conscious as he gawked at you, so you started to cover yourself with your arms.

“No baby, you’re perfect. Don’t do that,” he said, pulling your arms away to place gently kisses down your chest.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, as his tongue flicked across one of your nipples. He repeated his action a few more times, before moving to the other side.

Your breathing got heavier as he trailed kisses over your stomach, stopping at the top of your pants.

“Can I take these off you?” he asked, his hand reaching for the button of your jeans.

“Please,” you said, as he started to smirk. He loved how badly you wanted this, because it’s how badly he’s wanted this since you first got close to him.

He unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down, as you lifted your hips so he could slide them down over the curve of your ass. After he pulled them past your ankles, his hands started to caress your legs. They moved higher and higher, getting closer to where you needed him. He watched your face as his fingertips brushed against your inner thighs. Your breathing was heavy as he teased you a little.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I really need you,” you said, desperate for some attention on your throbbing core.

His fingers brushed against your clothed pussy as your breath hitched in your throat.

“You okay,” he whispered, as his finger ran over your clothed clit.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “It feels good.”

He groaned as he felt your wetness start to soak through your panties. “Can I take these off, too?”

Your heart started to race at his words. “Yes.”

You weren’t nervous to do this with Ethan, you had no reason to be. You were a little worried about the pain, the concern evident on your face.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, sliding your panties down your hips.

“I’m just scared that this is going to hurt,” you said, your eyes connecting with his.

“I’m going to make sure you’re prepped to take it, baby. And I’ll go really slow, as slow as you want. If you want to stop at any point, let me know. I won’t be upset,” he said, as his hands rubbed your thighs.

“Thank you for being so sweet,” you said, as his fingers lazily laced with yours as he sat on his knees in between your legs.

“I want this to be special for you,” he smiled, “You mean so much to me.”

He kissed down your stomach, inching closer to your dripping pussy. His hands were still connected to yours as he licked a stripe up your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, his tongue lapping against you.

He loved the way your hands gripped his as his mouth moved against you. He didn’t know his feelings could’ve gotten even stronger for you, but you trusting him as much as you did made his heart swell.

“Hey baby, I need this, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling one of his hands away from yours.

Your freehand went to his curls as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He slowly slid one finger into your entrance. You took it with ease, moaning at the feeling. He pumped it in and out of you for a few minutes before adding a second finger.

“You okay?” he asked, his head lifting to look at you as he worked his fingers inside of you.

You moaned out a “Yes”, pushing his head back down. He laughed as he dove back in, your whines getting louder.

“Ethannn,” you whimpered, “I feel weird.”

His eyes connected with your panicked ones, as his fingers went harder against that special spot inside you.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” you moaned, your legs starting to shake.

He hummed against your clit as you cried out, your vision starting to get fuzzy as the new, amazing feeling washed over you. Your chest was heaving as his movements got a little slower, until they stopped completely.

“I know you’re a virgin…but is that the first orgasm you’ve ever had?” he asked, smiling at the blissful look on your face.

“Yes…I’ve tried to do it myself and never could,” you sighed, “I thought I was broken.”

“You’re not broken, you’re perfect.”

He snuggled up beside you on the bed, caressing everywhere that his hands could reach.

“I love you, Ethan,” you said, turning your head to look at him.

He had a goofy smile on his face as he whispered, “I love you, too.”

“So, how about we finish what we started?” you said, as your hand ran down his chest to the bulge in his jeans.

He hissed at the contact, and quickly started to take his pants off.

“Let me grab a condom,” he said, before rummaging through the drawer beside his bed.

You saw the outline of his hard cock through his boxers and had no idea how it was going to fit inside of you. He slid his boxers down his hips and ran his fingers over your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, pulling his hand away from you to put the condom on.

He saw your cheeks turn pink at his words. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I love it.”

He brushed his tip against your clit, the action making you squirm as he tried to line up with your entrance. “Quit wiggling,” he laughed, as he slid the tip in. “This might hurt a little, but I’m going to take it slow.”

“Okay,” you whimpered, as he slowly started to inch into you.

He stopped as soon as he saw your face wince at the pain. “Hey, it’s okay baby.”

He stayed still, letting you adjust to what was already inside of you. Your hips started to move a little as you relaxed. “Just a couple more inches, babe.”

He slid the rest of his hard cock inside of you with ease, but didn’t move. He wanted to know you were ready.

“Please fuck me,” you whined, the pressure of the fullness making your head spin.

“I’m not going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to make love to you,” he said, gasping as he started to move his hips. You had butterflies in your stomach as he leaned down to kiss you. His fingers laced with yours as he pinned your hands beside your head.

The slight pain you were feeling started to fade as he moved inside you. You were a moaning mess underneath him, loving the feeling. He let go of your hands, so he could support his weight with one of them, and the other could snake down your body to your throbbing clit.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked, as you whimpered your response. Your hands ran over his arms and chest, as you started to get the same feeling from earlier.

His fingers moved faster against your clit when he felt you tighten around him. Your toes started to curl as your hips began to jolt.

“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you whined, your arms shaking as you tried to hold onto him.

“You’re so tight,” he said, pumping into you a few more times before his hips started to still.

You both stared at each other as you caught your breath. You could feel the love radiating off him, as he leaned down to kiss you.

“How was it?” he asked, slowly sliding out of you.

“That was amazing, thank you,” you said, your voice strained from all the moaning.

“No, thank you for trusting me.”

Your high started to wear off as he led you to the bathroom.

“Let’s take a shower,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck as you walked in front of the mirror.

Your eyes grew wide as you saw the giant purple patch on your neck.

“Thank god for concealer,” you laughed, as he smiled against you.

“I love you baby,” he whispered, his hands rubbing your hips.

“I love you, too.”

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simpinformonkies · 10 months

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Can I request a Redson x Calm!S/O reader, who's his partner in crime and a powerful earthbender (cause they keep him grounded) please and thanks.

Sorry this made me laugh so hard when I first saw this ask, the joke broke my sense of humor im so sorry. Anyway, here ya go!~

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RED SON

-The first time he met you all those years ago, he thought you were just some weakling human that decided to piss him off, but you just raised a brow at his behavior and slammed your heel on the dirt, slamming a pillar of stone and dirt into his gut and sending the Demon Bull Prince flying off.

-Oh, he was furious at the audacity.

-But just as much, Red Son was interested; humans don't just control an element as well as you do. It was like the earth itself was your sandbox that you did whatever you wanted with; be that helping people, growing plants, or destroying his Bull Clones.

-After a while though, people just kept demanding things of you, and you just... kind of got tired of it. So what'd you do?

-Why, go to Red Son and ask for a partnership of course!

-Why? You have no idea; you just hated being demanded things of by people that don't even respect you.

-Red Son at least respected your power, even if he also hated you.

-Baby steps people, baby steps.

-So you commit crimes with Red Son, being like that silent soldier in the background that the heroes never notice until its too late and you're already attacking them. You always had Red Son's back, and stopped the worst of his injuries from happening.

-Especially from MK. Sweet kid, but a little much sometimes.

-Ya know that meme of 'the demon lord having a sweet tiny spouse, but the spouse being scarier'? Yeah, you're much scarier than Red Son is, because while he's always angry and yelling, you're sweet and kind that can flip on a dime if the right buttons are pressed.

-Anyway, you're Red Son's "rock" essentially, being there for him through thick and thin. This means you're very close to him and following him every day (or, alternatively, he's always following you, even around the council but acting like he's the one guiding you. His mother thinks its adorable.)

-After confessing to each other (in which Red Son acted like a total tsundere the entire time, let's be honest), you constantly do little stuff with your earthbending to show how much you love that. Whether that be making statue of a heart on 'fire', or doing little stuff to make him happy or his workload easier.

-Housespouse™

-Red Son often gives you gifts that mainly consist of gems (as a homage to your element of earth) and always does romantic things with you while attempting to act nonchalant or cool.

-Keyword being attempting.

~~~ BONUS:

-Your 'scary' side came out when Azure and his goons attacked the Demon Bull Family, attempting to seal away the others. You send shards of earth flying at Peng, aiming for his wings (and hitting them in quick succession) before earthbending binds and pillars at Azure in hopes of defeating him.

-Unfortunately, you forgot Yellow Tusk exists, and he bound you with magic, and then you were sealed in the scroll of memory.

-(And if that happened to make Red Son so angry that his flames sparked a brilliant blue, then only he and the brotherhood would know such secrets.)

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Hope you enjoyed this!~

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feelbokkie · 7 months

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Sorry, Right Number | Chapter 20 (end)

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, sex joke, mention of death

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

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You squeeze your eyes shut in pain as you quickly wake up. The pain medication the nurse administered hours ago wearing off again, shocking your system awake. You can hear the once gentle rhythmic beeping of your heart rate speed up ever so slightly, a tale-tell sign that you’re still in the hospital. You hear some shuffling around beside you.

“Topher, if you use that call button again, I will hurt you.” Your voice croaks. You’ve barely used it the entire time you’ve been in the hospital.

“You’re in pain, Y/n,” He says softly, hovering his hand over the call button.

“I want to be awake for more than 20 minutes, Chan. That car didn’t kill me, being in pain for an hour surely won’t.” You groan, trying to slightly adjust your position in your hospital bed.

“That’s not funny,” He says seriously. You crack your left eye open to find Chan pouting while leaning back in his chair.

“Damn, guess I broke my funny bone in the accident,” You laugh, immediately wincing in pain. Chan sits up quickly, just watching you, not sure how to help. He’d take your pain away from you if he could.

But he can’t do anything, no matter how much he wants to. He can't say anything publically no matter how much he wants to in regards to your relationship and what happened to you. He can't get the people who are saying nasty things about you online to stop. He can't find Hana and make her hurt as much as you are right now. And because of all that, he feels guilty.

"Why do you keep making jokes?." He asks calmly, confused about how you could be joking around like your life wasn't turned upside down.

"Because I want to see you smile," You shut your eyes in pain again as you try to adjust your body, "And if I don't joke, I will cry and get so fucking angry." Chan gets up from his seat and helps you sit up, using the remote to move the bed for you.

"I'm not smiling while you're laid up in a hospital bed because of me." He says quietly as he helps you with your pillows.

"How about a quickie?" You joke.

"What is wrong with you?" You watch as Chan's ears turn red before he quickly finishes and retreats to his chair.

"Really? Not even the sex joke gets you? What happened to my To-To?"

"You nearly died," He mumbles under his breath. You're sure he said it quietly so he wouldn't hear you, so for his sake, you drop it.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, not sure what to say. Now in your upright position, you open your eyes and look around the room. You have a private room, probably thanks to Chan. It's bright, the midday sun shining through the hospital room. A small pile of stuff sits in the corner of the room. Chan's things, he's practically lived with you in the hospital since you were moved out of the ICU. Before that, you overheard some of the boys talk about how he slept in the hotel lobby. His makeshift bed sits neatly by the window. He moves it closer when it's time for him to sleep so he can be close enough to you yet far enough away in case the nurses or doctors need to visit.

"Where's my mom?" You ask suddenly, remembering that Chan wasn't the only one staying with you.

"Oh, now you worry about your mom? Not when you were offering a quicky?" He cracks a small smile, but only briefly. You nearly missed it.

"I would have blamed it on the drugs." You smirk.

"She went with Jae to Daegu to get him settled at his new school and to look for a new place for all of you to live." He explains, sadness in his voice as his sentence ends.

"I don't want to live in Daegu." You whine.

"Daegu is nice. You'll like it there."

"You're not in Daegu. Neither is Sun Hee."

"I can be. I was thinking and--Hold on," You watch as Chan pulls out his phone from his pocket.

"Hey, what's up...What...What...When--Where...Did you call the police...Yeah, she's awake right now...Yeah, I'll tell her in a second...Okay, yeah thank you. Stay safe. Call me later." Chan hangs up and just stares at his phone, staring in disbelief. Smiling.

"What happened?" You ask, curious to know what could make your boyfriend so happy.

"They got her," He breathes, almost like a sigh of relief.

"Got who?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Hana," He smiles, looking up at you now. Relieved tears in his eyes.

Hana. Your former best friend and roommate. The sole reason why you're in this situation. The reason why you've been stuck in a hospital bed for nearly a month with a cast up to your upper left thigh. The reason why you have a cast on your dominant hand. The reason why your ribs and lungs hurt every time you breathe or laugh or talk. The reason why you now have a scar on your abdomen where doctors had to stop you from bleeping out internally. The reason why your boyfriend is in so much pain right now.

When you first were admitted to the hospital and could receive visitors, two police officers came to try to get the full story of what happened. You told them repeatedly that you didn't walk into oncoming traffic. You were depressed, sure, but not enough to hurt yourself. You were adamant that you felt something, maybe a hand, push you but they never believed you. It wasn't until people somehow found out it was you in the accident and several videos of your accident surfaced online. And in the chaos, someone, a fan or maybe someone who was going to use the video to make fun of you, found a clip that shows you were clearly pushed. After a brief investigation, it was discovered that Hana pushed you. But she seemingly disappeared. You honestly thought she was somewhere in Japan with her mom's side of the family.

"What?"

"I don't know. I know the boys were with Sun Hee when it happened. And they're calling the police right now." He bounces in his seat.

"I'm going to need more context," You say, not sure if you're you're hearing correctly or not.

"Okay, give me a second," He says quickly, pulling out his phone again.

You sit in your hospital bed, scrolling through Twitter on your phone. Sun Hee sits at the foot of your bed, drawing on your cast. Despite not talking or hanging out for weeks, the two of you could do nothing but sit in silence. Everything had been so crazy and now, for the first time in your lives, you were going to live in different cities. The silence tells you everything you need to know. How much you two love each other and how much you'd miss each other.

"Wait, what the fuck is he doing?" You mumble to yourself when you get a notification for a Channie's Room.

"What happened?" Sun Hee asks, looking up from her handiwork on your cast to see what you're talking about.

"Get my laptop, Chan's gone live." You say as you quickly send Chan a text asking him what he's doing.

"He wouldn't...would he?" Sun Hee asks, wasting no time getting your laptop from your bag.

Chan finally listened to you and went home yesterday to get some rest, but only because Sun Hee agreed to stay in his place. You were happy that he’d finally get a decent sleep, but watching him start a live scares you.

Sun Hee brings the laptop to the TV tray and logs in for you. But by the time she gets to YouTube, Chan is looking down at his phone. A few seconds later you get a text from simply saying that he loves you before he turns his screen to the camera and shows that he's turning off the camera.

"Hello everyone," You watch as Chan puts his phone down on the table, "I'm not going to read any comments today because I'm not here for a conversation. Which I know is a bit unordinary for me. But I really need you guys to listen." Chan speaks into the camera. He's currently sitting in his room at the dorm, the LED wolf ears lit up behind him.

"I'm going to kill him," You mutter under your breath as Sun Hee climbs into the hospital bed with you.

"While you hobble around?" She jokes.

"I'm going to kill you first." You glare at her.

"I know I've been really quiet about everything going on, but honestly, I had better things going on. Like taking care of my girlfriend."

"Oh my god, he just mentioned you on live as his girlfriend." Sun Hee bounces up and down, gently hitting your good arm in response, causing you to wince in pain. Your eyes shift over to the livestream comments, curious what everyone is saying. Sun Hee picks up on your silent panic and makes the video full-screen so you can't read anything.

"To be honest, I'm probably going to get in trouble for doing this, but I really don't care anymore. A lot of you are taking my silence as compliance and using it as a go-ahead to continue to be nasty. And all of you know pretty damn well that I don't let anyone get away with talking about my loved ones."

"Oh he's getting fired for sure," Sun Hee mutters under her breath.

"Sunnie," You warn, your anxiety already spiking because of the sudden Channie's room. The fact that he's going drastically off-script isn't helping.

"Sorry, babe," She mutters.

"We met before she even knew who I was so the rumors about her using me for my money and her being a sasaeng aren't anywhere near the truth. If you guys knew the full story you'd feel bad. But I'm not going to tell you the full story because I do deserve some privacy in my life."

You watch from the corner of your eye as Sun Hee quickly pulls your phone out of your hand and sits on it. Probably to prevent you from going online to read comments about what's going on. She knows you so well.

"I'm just going to read you guys something that I found the other day," Chan clears his throat as he grabs something from his desk. Your blood freezes as you recognize the purple paper.

"I'm actually going to murder him," You say seriously. You're not mad, you're mortified. Mortified that you might be the downfall of his career.

"Dear Stray Kids, I’ve been a fan of you for a while. The first song I heard from you was Hero’s Soup. I know it’s only a B-side but I heard it first on ‘A Song for You’ when I was on my way home from cram school. I don’t know if it’s because the lyrics hit deep or because I was exhausted from school, but I cried. Maybe it was a combination of the two. But whatever it was, you made a devoted fan of me since 2018.

Not only have the eight of you gotten me through some rough times, you gave me a community that I love. A second family if you will. I showed you to my best friend and it made our relationship stronger. I live with both of my best friends. The first one I mentioned earlier and the other I met online in an online forum. I’ve made so many friends online and I no longer feel alone in the world. I even made an unlikely friend, Topher, who gave me this opportunity to meet you and give you this letter in person.

I’m trying to keep this letter short, and failing miserably to do so. I know you all are busy working hard for your stay but I do have one more message for all of you before I go:

I.N, you’re doing so well. We’re all so proud of you.

Seungmin, your smile makes all of us so happy. You don’t have to hide it from us.

Felix, our sunshine boy, we love you so much.

Han, keep working hard but remember to take breaks.

Hyunjin, we see how hard you work.

Changbin, keep making us laugh

Lee Know, we see that you’re not cold and how much you love your members. We love you.

Bang Chan, make sure you’re getting rest. You deserve it.

"Thank you for making the world a little brighter. Continue to do well. Love, Y/n." Chan stares at the paper in silence for a moment.

"When did you write that?" Sun Hee asks.

"Right before the meet and greet. Gave it to Chan before I knew he was Topher."

Chan finally looks up from the camera, his eyes glossy. Despite the sad looks you saw on his face the entire time he's been with you in the hospital. But seeing him actually about to cry might break you.

"Y/n is so kind and funny and caring--A lot of you judged her and treated her horribly just because she's dating me. Because she was rumored to be dating me. Before there was any statement from my company, a lot of you attacked her. She's one of you, a Stay and she viewed you as family and so many of you, whom she considered family, turned your backs on her for what? Because she's with me?"

"Oh wow, he's actually going off. Should we try to call one of the boys to stop him?" Sun Hee asks.

"He wouldn't be doing all this, risking putting the entire group at risk if he didn't talk to them first." You say quietly. You know he wouldn't there's too much at stake for all of them.

"That's not fair to her. That's not fair to me. Hell, it's not fair to any idol," Chan adjusts himself in his chair, "Here's the thing. When we sign up to become idols, we quite literally sign away our lives. Which is nobody's fault, we know this going in and do it by choice. We can leave any time. But this life, as fun as it seems is incredibly lonely. And it's because we're in this bubble where we can't share our lives with someone else, even someone in the industry because a lot of you love us a little too much."

"Shit," You sigh.

"I almost lost Y/n, and that scared the crap out of me. And it's my fault. I pushed this relationship. The second she found out who I was, she tried to push me away because she knew that just being friends with me would get this type of reaction. And I promised her that I would protect her. A promise I clearly wasn't able to keep. I'm lucky she's still here with me, but it could have ended so differently."

You watch from the corner of your eye as Sun Hee pulls out her phone, scrolling through Twitter. You roll your eyes at the fact that she took your phone away for the exact reason.

"I've heard my members--hell, I've heard so many other idols--talk about how they never want to fall in love because being with them is a safety hazard. I want better for my members. I want better for other idols, current and future. We give up so much to be who we are and where we are but what's the point if we can't share all this success with someone we love?"

"Damn, I'm surprised JYPE hasn't cut the feed yet." Sun Hee says suddenly.

"If they do, everyone will know that they're trying to shut him up." You explain.

"Just one thing before I go. Something for you all to consider: Idols are people too. Don't we deserve to love the same way everyone else loves without fear of our loved one getting attacked? I also want to say thank you to all of you who have been supportive and sent kind messages. See you guys if I'm allowed to do another live one day. No hug today, I'm sorry." Chan gives a sad smile as he waves goodbye.

***

"No," say firmly, doing your best to cross your arms with one arm being fixed in one position with a cast.

"Y/n, just listen to me for one second--" Chan pleads.

"Why would I listen when all you're doing is being unbelievably insane?" You say simply.

"It's perfectly reasonable, Y/n!" He throws his hands up in the air as he sits firmly on the ground.

You and Chan currently packing up your stuff from the hospital. Well, Chan is packing up your stuff while you sit in bed, unable to do much. You're set to finally be discharged tomorrow. Everything was going well until Chan dropped a bombshell randomly while you were busy choosing the next song to play while he worked.

"You're not moving with me to Daegu." You say firmly.

"You said that the only reason why you don't want to move is because I'm not there. So problem solved." He says as if it's a simple fix.

"Problem not solved," You slowly sit up in bed, "Problem even more fucked."

"So then, what? Do you want to break up? Because I'm going to go crazy if you're all the way over there and I'm stuck here."

"I don't want to break up, idiot. I nearly died, and that only made me realize that I love you so much. I don't ever want to let you go." You sniffle, tears welling up in your eyes.

"You didn't nearly die, Y/n. You did die. Your heart stopped for four whole fucking minutes. They almost couldn't bring you back. And that made me realize that I don't ever want to let you go. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you had--if you--"

"This wasn't your fault. You keep saying that it was your fault. It's not like you doxxed me and pushed me into oncoming traffic."

"Yeah, but it's because of me that--"

"Shut the fuck up, I'm so serious. None of this is your fault and if you're trying to punish yourself because you feel guilty by mov--"

"Moving with you isn't punishment. Being with you will never be a punishment."

"Why are you trying to move to Daegu when your life is here?"

"Because you're also my life. And I don't want to be away from you. I want to take care of you, help you get better."

"You can't do that," You sigh, leaning back into your bed.

"Why not?"

"You know why not."

"Because...I'm an idol?" He asks quietly.

"Yes,"

"What if I--"

"If you quit because of me, I will actually break up with you." You say firmly.

"I wasn't going to say quit." He says suddenly.

"What were you going to say?" You quirk your eyebrow up at him.

"I was going to say, what if I took a hiatus?"

"No," You sit up quickly, instantly regretting it as pain rips through your body. Chan rushes over to you and rubs soothing circles on your back.

"Just until you get better and can move back."

"You're lucky JYPE didn't put you on indefinite hiatus after that little stunt you pulled with Channie's Room the other day. I'm not letting you go on hiatus."

"You're not in a position to let me do anything. I'm an adult, it's my decision. If I want to take time off work to take care of my girlfriend, I'll do it. Thank you very much." He says quietly, sending chills down your spine. It's innocent, he meant it innocently. You're sure of it. But something about his tone of voice is making you realize how real your relationship is becoming. And for once, it doesn't scare you.

"Topher,"

"I'm only asking because I don't want to force you. But if you actually think about it and still say 'no,' I'll respect your decision. But you keep shutting me down so I'm going to keep pushing."

"Why? Why me? Why risk all you worked for, for me?" Your voice cracks, on the verge of tears.

"Because I love you. Actually...no, scratch that. I don't love you. I'm in love with you. Like so deeply, madly, deeply in love with you that I will do anything to make you feel that love and to see you smile."

"But--"

"I don't want to hear a but, because you're just deflecting. You're scared because of how serious this is getting, understandably, and you want to make sure I'm not going to hurt you more than I already have. And if you say this isn't my fault again, I'm going to get annoyed because, in some way, this is my fault. But I'm so in love with you that I will call Park Jin-Young Pdnim himself and tell him that I quit if you ask me to. No regrets. But I know you're not going to. Just tell me what you want. Be selfish for once and tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

He's right. You are scared. Scared of being found again. Scared of what the more unhinged 'fans' will do if they find you again. Scared of the future with Chan. Of what would happen if you ever got married. If you ever had kids. Scared of loving him so deeply with your whole heart that he'll just rip it apart if he ever opens his eyes and realizes that he could have anyone else if he wanted. You weren't entirely sure if you'd be able to walk again properly without the aid of a cane yet. You were scared of becoming dependent on him. But most importantly, you are scared of losing him.

"I want," You swallow hard, wetting the lump in your throat, "I want you to move with me to Daegu."

"As you wish," He kisses the top of your head before placing a finger under your chin and pressing a soft kiss into your lips.

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bellysoupset · 20 days

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"Figured where do I know your face from," Vince said, sitting in front of Max in the teacher's lounge. Mr. Daniels was pushing the food around on his plate.

"Yeah?" he asked, uninterested, "where's that?"

"You broke my arm when I was 10," Vince glared at the other man, who let out a little snort, still staring at his plate. When Vince didn't chuckle too, he frowned and looked up.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah," Vince sat before him, eyebrows raised, "you're the big kid in the playground who bullied me when I moved here."

Max let out a groan, letting his fork fall back down on the plate, "aw man, I'm sorry. Middle schooler me was a shithead," he grimaced, "I don't remember breaking anyone's arm, though, I'm really really sorry."

Vince rolled his eyes, unimpressed, "well, but you did..." he frowned then, noticing Max waxy pallor, "what's wrong with you?"

"Generally? Right now?" the other man shrugged, quirking an eyebrow and causing Vince to let out an annoyed sigh.

"We've established you're a shithead generally, so I meant specifically at this moment," he clarified and Max let out a chuckle at that, scratching at his cheek.

"I think it's just a hangover," he shrugged.

Vince raised his eyebrows, on a Tuesday? Damn whoever said teachers didn't have fun.

"Shithead indeed," he sighed, getting up once more, "don't hold my kids back today."

"Sure, sure, I never do," Mr. Daniels waved him off and Vince wrinkled his nose with annoyance, before walking out of the teacher's lounge.

Most teachers ate in the lounge, but it wasn't a requirement, so Vince went to the parking lot and found a nice bench in the shadow, unwrapping his lunch and scrolling through his social media. It was a nice break after a morning packed with kids, to be reminded the adult world still existed out there.

Luke had already flooded his DMs with memes and there were two texts from Wendy, one being an outfit check of her in gym clothes that had his heart skipping a beat.

Vince typed a cheeky response to her texts, smiling at his phone, only to hear a snort.

"Well, hello, Mr. Monacelli," he would recognize his sister's voice anywhere. Sophia's hair was up in a ponytail and she sat next to him on the bench, "why are you smiling at your phone?"

"None of your business, now, is it?" Vince scoffed, "where's the rest of your mean girls pack?"

"Hurling up their lunches in the bathroom," Sophia said, jokingly putting her finger inside her mouth and Vince wrinkled his nose in distaste. He really couldn't understand how his middle sister had such an acid sense of humor, nothing like the rest of the family.

"That's horrible to say, Soph-"

"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes, criss-crossing her legs, "you can't embarrass me in class."

Vince snorted, "embarrass you?"

"Yeah," Sophia glared at him, "none of your i'm-a-cool-teacher jokes, nu-uh. Don't even mention you're my brother, you're gonna ruin my reputation."

"I'll make sure to fail you, just so they know there's no special treatment," Vince turned back to his sandwich, "or maaaybe I'm gonna bring up your super embarrassing crush on my best friend."

"Are you never gonna let that go?" Sophia jumped up, glaring at him, her cheeks turning red, "I was a kid!"

"It was literally six months ago," Vince grinned, "get out of my sight, kid."

"You're so mean," she pouted, "I'm gonna leave you a terrible teacher review."

Vince rolled his eyes, chuckling as the girl stomped away. He loved her dearly and it was really nice to be back in her life, but Sophia was also the most annoying person he knew.

She was also a senior, which wasn't a good thing, because Vin was already struggling to make the older kids respect him and he knew it wouldn't be any easier if his influential little sister decided to make his life a living hell in the classroom.

Hopefully Sophia was just bark and no bite.

It was to no one's surprise when his last class rolled on and yet he met an empty classroom. Vince sighed, glancing at his watch. Fucking Daniels, again.

He was going to strangle that man.

Vince was already ready to stomp out of the room and forcefully retrieve his kids, when suddenly the door opened. He straightened up, ready to face the swarm of frustrated teenagers, as they always were after chemistry class, but instead it was just Sophia.

Alone, which was all the more worrying, her blue eyes were huge on her face.

"What's wrong?" Vince asked, talking over her as his sister said:

"Mr. Daniel's is really sick and we don't know what to do... Can you help?"

Oh great, Vince thought, stepping out of the classroom, "what happened exactly?"

"He was off all class, but we said nothing- And then like, just now he suddenly stopped talking and barfed everywhere and-" her voice dipped, switched to Italian as Sophia groaned, "it's so gross, Vin."

Vince sighed as he followed her down the hallways to the chemistry room, "why didn't you call up a nurse?"

"We didn't want to get him in trouble..." Sophia frowned, planting her hands on her hips, "you're not gonna get him in trouble, right? He's cool."

And hungover, Vince thought bitterly, but despite his feelings he nodded, "I'm not," he promised, "stay out here, I know vomit makes you sick."

She let out a grateful sigh, slumping against the hallway wall as Vince entered the room.

It was truly a sight to be seen, fucking spectacular. Vince had no idea how he was supposed to not report the fact that Mr. Daniels had somehow managed to puke on his own boots and in a large puddle in the middle of the room.

He was folded in half, bracing against one of the tables and most of the teenagers were pushed to the opposite side of the room, looking completely horrified.

"Alright everyone show's over," Vince said, gesturing to the kids, "you have history class now, go get some water and then to the classroom, shoo."

Despite his somewhat harsh words, most of them looked visibly relieved there was an adult in the room. Vince cringed as he saw some kids that were almost green with sympathy nausea, he just hoped he wouldn't have to deal with that as well.

Once the classroom cleared out, Vince approached the other teacher, who was still mute, save for a couple hiccups and little sniffles.

"Okay... So hangover, uh?" Vince couldn't help but say, touching the man's back and Max let out a loud groan.

"No," he rasped, "no way this is a hangover. I'd never- Not in front of them..." his voice trailed off and he shuddered violently, "my head is killing me."

That didn't really help his i'm-not-hungover case, Vince thought, forcing the shorter guy to straighten up. He immediately grimaced, realizing why Max had stayed in that position. There was vomit down his band t-shirt and clinging to his auburn beard.

Without thinking Vince touched his cheek, then forehead and let out a sigh. The guy was burning up.

"I have good news and bad news," Vince said, side stepping the beige mess on the floor and pulling Max to a clearer patch, before pushing him to sit down in one of the chairs.

The blonde fell like a ragdoll, spreading his legs and wrapping an arm around his stomach, "good news is that I didn't shit my pants?"

Vince scowled, "good news is that you're sick, so this means we can tell the nurse and you're not gonna get penalized for hurling in front of the kids."

Max let out a little huff at that, "terrible good news-" then he hiccupped and groaned, "get me the bin..."

Vince couldn't believe there was anything in the guy, after seeing such copious amount of vomit. He also couldn't help a wave of sympathy as he thought of how much Mr. Daniel's reputation was fucked after getting sick in front of the seniors.

He planted the bin in front of the guy and then crouched next to him, carefully pulling Max' curtain of blonde hair and tying it on the back of his neck, "you're gonna be fine for a minute? I'm gonna go get a janitor."

Max let out a sickly burp inside the bin, raising a thumb up.

Once Vince got back in the room, now followed by the janitor - Maurice, who was also a relic from his school years - Max had folded on himself all over again, both arms wrapped around his stomach, head resting on the school desk.

"Man, c'mon," Vince sighed, frustrated, "try and help yourself, the principal is gonna have your head..."

"Uhm," Max groaned, "I don't- I don't feel well..."

Maurice let out a snort, "you'd think he's feeling fine after throwing up everything he ever ate," the man teased and Vince couldn't help but chuckle at that, grabbing Max' arm.

"You'd think," he agreed, pulling the blonde up, "c'mon, nurse's office. You have someone who can pick you up?"

"What...?" Max's gaze was all dazed. At least he had managed to clear the vomit from his beard, probably with his hand and wiped on his jeans. Vince grimaced at the mental image.

"Someone to come get you?" Vince repeated, pulling the guy down the hallway, "you're out of it."

There were curious faces on the hallways, kids out for a bathroom break stopping to watch them and Vince sped up, causing Max to stumble and collapse against his side.

"I'm gonna hurl again," the man mumbled and Vince shook his head.

"C'mon, we're almost there-" he wrapped an arm around the other teacher's waist and pulled Max against him, making them walk even faster.

The minute they got inside the nurse's office, Max turned to the big flower pot and heaved, his whole back arching as he let out a deafening retch and brought up a mouthful of bile.

"Goodness heaven's, Mr. Daniels!?" the nurse exclaimed. Mrs. Doyle was elderly and never used to do anything back when Vince was a student but tell the kids to go back to class. At least now she couldn't tell them that.

"He's got a really high fever," Vince said, keeping a hand planted on Daniels' back, as the man braced against the wall and continued to heave, not a thought given to Mrs. Doyle's sad palm tree, "and he's been sick," a lot, Vin mentally completed.

"Uhm- Well, he can lie down in my office... I'll get him so gatorade, until he feels-"

"Just let me go home, for fuck's sake," Max groaned, his voice all raspy and Mrs. Doyle frowned at the swear word.

"I don't think I can release you when you're this sick, I need-"

"I'm not a fucking kid," Max turned to glare at her and Vince stepped between them, glaring at the man.

"Then don't behave like one. You can't drive like this, either let Mrs. Doyle call someone or sit in the office and wait until classes are over and I'll drive you," he said strongly, causing Max to raise his dazed eyes at him and scowl.

"There's no one to pick me up," he groaned and Vince sighed, dropping his shoulders.

"Then go lie down, I'm just gonna finish my class and I can drive you," he turned to Mrs. Doyle, who was stunned into silence, "he can stay, right?"

"Of course..." She frowned, "you're the Monacelli's kid? Little Vince?" she suddenly held her hand down to her hip and Vince blushed, while Max let out a raspy chortle.

Vince nodded, his whole face aflame, "I'm gonna go, I have a bunch of teenagers to calm down. Hopefully you're not contagious, otherwise our lives will be hell for the next weeks."

Max groaned, stumbling forward towards the nurse's office, "yeah, don't count on it."

#mywriting #sickfic #max daniels #stomach flu #hangover #this probably needs a part 2 but its really late and i'm sleepy

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