Timothée Chalamet In Bones And All (2022) dir. Luca Guadagnino

Stomach Flu

Buddie x reader

Wc: 1700 ish

You laid in bed trying desperately to fall asleep. Some kind of stomach flu had found you and was clearly trying to kill you. All night you’d been fighting blankets because you'd be hot and then freezing and then hot again. And when you'd thought maybe you'd gotten comfortable the nausea would hit.

The toilet was your new best friend. You’d spent a decent amount of time clinging to the bowl for dear life. It was worse than any bad night of drinking you had ever had.

So now you were momentarily a comfortable temperature and not as nauseous so you didn't dare move as you begged for sleep to come.

Next thing you know the bed is jostled aggressively as Buck jumps onto the mattress and asks, “You're still in bed?”

The sudden movement sends a jolt of pain through your skull and nearly causes you to puke. You launch yourself out of bed and into the bathroom. Falling to your knees, you empty the non-existent contents of your stomach.

Eddie is knelt beside you a moment later. He takes your hair in one hand and rubs your back with the other.

“Ugh. My best friend, we meet again,” you mumble into the toilet bowl.

“Again?” Eddie asks. “What do you mean again?”

Rolling your forehead across the arm supporting your head, you glance at him and notice Buck in the doorway. “Well this is like the thousandth time I've been here since yesterday. I think I'm dying.”

Eddie runs his hand over your head then presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “Baby, why didn't you call us?”

“You were working. I didn't think I needed help puking my guts out.”

“One of us could have come home,” Buck says. “Or we could have brought supplies home.”

“Supplies?”

“Soup, Tylenol, tissues, maybe…” Buck listed.

“I'd just puke it back up. Everything in comes right back out.”

“Alright, are you done for now? Do you want head back to bed?” Eddie asks.

“Moving makes me more nauseous. And my head hurts.”

“Have you had any water?” Eddie asks.

“Tried. Failed.” You lean back and the world spins. “This sucks.”

Eddie shifts you so you can relax back into him. “I bet. We're going to get you back into bed and get a bucket so you don't have to come lay on the floor in here anymore. Okay?”

“‘Kay.” You snuggle into him, enjoying his warmth.

Eddie manages to get up and lift you without too much jostling. “Can you go lay on the bed and I'll give her to you?” He asks Buck.

“Okay.” You hear the jingle of Buck’s belt and then the clank of it hitting the floor. Next, your set gently on the bed cuddled close to Buck, his arm your pillow.

“You're warm,” you announce and you press yourself even closer and move your head into his chest.

“I'll be back soon,” Eddie says. “Try to get some sleep if you can.”

You whine, not wanting him to leave. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the station. We need an IV kit, fluids, zofran, and probably Tylenol.”

“I don't want an IV.”

“Sweetheart, you're very dehydrated,” Eddie explains. “If you can't keep down water then you need the IV.”

You sigh. “Fine.”

Buck chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Eddie leans over and kisses your head then a quick parting kiss to Buck’s lips. “Love you guys. I'll be quick.”

“We love you, too.” Buck says.

A minute later you hear Eddie’s keys jingle and then the front door open and close.

“Sorry I woke you like that earlier.”

You snort a laugh. “Not your fault, you didn't know.”

He runs his fingers up and down your side and shoulder in random patterns. “Try to sleep,” he suggests.

“Can you tell me a story?” you ask.

“What kind of story?”

“I don't care. It's just soothing to hear you talk,” you tell him. “Might help me sleep.”

He starts to tell you all about flamingos because he knows how much you love them. He explains everything from how they get their color to their migration patterns and before long you feel yourself sinking into a peaceful sleep.

You wake to the sounds of Buck and Eddie laughing. You can tell they’re trying to be quiet but the giggles are shaking you and the whole bed. “What's so funny?”

“Crap. Sorry, we didn't mean to wake you,” Buck says.

“It's fine. I need to pee anyway.” You shift to roll onto your back but end up leaned against Eddie. “You didn't tell me what was funny.”

“Just a dumb video on TikTok,” Eddie explains. “How're you feeling?”

You take a moment to consider your answer. Your head still hurts but not as much. You still have nausea but it's much more bearable. “Shitty, but kind of better.”

Buck rolls and then stands before offering you a hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” You reach over to take his hand, noticing the IV line for the first time. “I slept through that?”

“Bathroom,” Buck answers.

“Exhaustion will do that,” Eddie answers your second question.

Buck helps you up and your muscles protest the change in position. He wraps an arm around your waist as you sway slightly.

You take a deep breath and blow it out. “I'm good. Let's go.”

Eddie stands and grabs the bag of fluids you hadn't noticed hanging on a command hook on the wall.

All three of you head to the bathroom together and as you sit you look around. “I like this view of the bathroom much better than the other.”

“I prefer this, too,” Eddie says. “Especially the knowing you're not as dehydrated.”

“Yeah, you already look so much better than this morning,” Buck adds.

You slowly make your way back to the bed and as you're making yourself comfortable you catch a glimpse of the clock. “Holy crap! How is it almost 11?”

They both just chuckle. “That's what happens when you sleep for three hours,” Eddie explains.

“I think that's more sleep than I got total all night. Guess I needed a better pillow,” you laugh as you look at Buck.

“You could have had that all night if you'd called us. I'm going to go make you some soup,” Buck announces as he leaves the room.

“I'm not hungry.”

Eddie sits down beside you. “You have to try a few bites at least, okay?”

You pout at him. “I don't want to puke anymore.”

“You shouldn't. I gave you some zofran,” he tries to sooth you.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes “But you better have that bucket close by.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “It's on the floor right here, but you're not going to need it.”

“You're awfully optimistic given that I'm still nauseous.”

“You said you felt better,” he chastises. “Is it still as bad?”

Leaning back into him, you explain, “I said I feel shitty. Shitty is better than feeling like death. I'm less nauseous, but still nauseous.”

“I'm sorry you feel shitty,” he intertwines his fingers with yours and lifts it to kiss your knuckles. “The soup should help you feel less shitty. Hopefully you're just nauseous because you have nothing in your system. So just try a few bites, okay?”

Buck returns with a tray in his hands. “I have soup, the old fashioned chicken noodle just like you like. I also have saltine crackers, oyster crackers, sprite, and water.” He sets the tray in front of you and then leans in to kiss you.

You pull away quickly. “Don't kiss me. You'll catch this plague.”

“I'll risk it.”

You lift the spoon and drink a spoonful of the broth and then you pause, waiting for the nausea to get worse. When it doesn't, you continue slowly with more broth and then eventually the noodles and a couple crackers.

Eventually you manage to eat almost half the soup and a few sips of water before you set the spoon down. “I'm done. I can't handle any more right now.”

“That's fine. You ate way more than I expected,” Eddie says.

Buck takes the water and sprite off the tray and sets them on the bedside table before taking the rest away.

“Can I have my hand back yet?” You lift the hand with the IV line and give him your best pouty face.

He shakes his head. “No. I will unhook the fluids when that bag is gone but I want to keep the IV lock for now until we're sure you're going to keep all that down.”

You roll your eyes. “Fiiiiine.”

He laughs. “Do you want me to have to poke you again if you do puke more?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “No.”

“Thought so.” He boops your nose. “Glad to see you're feeling better.”

Buck returns and snuggles in beside you on the bed. “You want to pick a movie to nap through?”

You smiled and they both groaned. “Sleeping Beauty! Oh, wait, Enchanted… no, I actually want to be awake for that. Sleeping Beauty for sure.”

“Why do you make us watch princess movies when you know you're only going to watch ten minutes?” Buck complained.

“Because it's fun.” You shrugged. “Plus, then I get to dream I'm a princess.”

Buck raises an eyebrow. “Are you saying that if we switch to football as soon as you're asleep you're going to dream about that?”

“Probably.”

“Sleeping Beauty on one condition…” Eddie started.

“What?” you asked.

“Next time you get sick while we're at work, you call us immediately.”

“No,” you argued. “Because there won't be a next time. This is awful. I don't want a repeat.”

“Fine. If! If by some small chance it happens or if you just get the sniffles… you call.”

“Deal.”

Eddie gets the movie set up and you make yourself comfortable. This time you use Eddie as a body pillow and Buck drapes his arm over your waist.

The movie starts and you almost instantly feel yourself drifting. “Love you guys.” You mumble as you close your eyes.

They chorus an “I love you too,” as you fall into a dreamless slumber.

Annabeth: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous

Piper: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Leo: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Piper, learn to listen.

Frank: What if it bites itself and I die?

Percy: That’s voodoo.

Hazel: What if it bites me and someone else dies?!

Annabeth: That’s correlation, not causation.

Jason: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Leo: That’s kinky.

Annabeth: Oh my God.

It's still so strange to me how apparently taboo it is to like a post on someone's Instagram from a month ago when there are posts still circulating on Tumblr from 1550 BCE

in another universe you knew how to love and you were good enough for me to deserve you

Being Stiles Stilinski’s Twin Sister Would Include...

Stiles being born twelve minutes prior to you 

which meant constantly making fun of you for being ‘the little Stilinski’

which resulted to you smacking him so he’d shut up 

He always did

Being the exact opposite of him

Getting along excellently, regardless of your dissimilar personalities

Being the only one able to pronounce his name without slipping up

Being each other’s best friend

Always having each other’s back

Fighting over who’d shower first

Fighting over what you’d have for dinner

Fighting over what you’d watch on TV

Fighting over who’d drive

Fighting over who’d get to date Derek

Stealing his clothes

Twin telepathy

Knowing when either of you was in trouble 

Pulling pranks on Coach together

And getting lectured by Sheriff Stilinski about it

Even though he knew it was realistically pointless

Not arguing often, but when you did, nobody dared to step in-between you two 

They knew better

Having had to learn it the hard way

Being a member of Scott’s pack

Asking your help with the investigation

Isaac trying to flirt with you during pack meetings

Stiles telling him off because he knew you weren’t into him

Instantly noticing when he started showing symptoms of Frontotemporal Dementia 

Crying your eyes out when the tests came back positive

Him coming to you for comfort after a nightmare

Calming him down after a panic attack

The Nogitsune kidnapping you to manipulate the pack

You being the one who remembered him first and was able to bring him back 

Leaving Beacon Hills with him

Forever watching out for each other 

maybe shmaybe if you feel like it, could you please do leo valdez x reader headcannons for like, leo comforting you during a panic attack? OR if you dont like that, maybe just y/n forcing leo to take a break so they just vibe in the woods listening to y/ns playlist and some body to love(queen) or there is a light that never goes out(Smiths) plays and they slow dance? you dont have to, but thanks for considering it :)

𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 -𝐥.𝐯.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A/n: this is based off of my experience with panic attacks, but everyones is different! also i really like this idea, thank you for requesting

sorry its so short ml!

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Leo’s definitely really observant, having dealt with many machines and such, and he cares about you so much so he’d know as soon as it starts

Also, if you happened to not be at an acitivity you two would go to together (dinner, archery, etc), he would also get suspicious

First he would look in your cabin, and when he saw you slumped against the wall he immediately went over to you

If it was one of your more prominent ones (not really being able to see anything, sweating but freezing, ears ringing, pale, shaking, etc.) then he’d just rub your back, trying to get your breaths slower

”Shh, Cariño, I’m here now.”

”You’re okay, deep breaths, you can do it.”

Once he felt you were alright to be alone for a few minutes, he’d get you a cool cloth or something to drink and ask why it happened

If you decided to tell him, he would give you his full attention, or the most he could.

While you were talking, he would continue rubbing your back, pressing a few kisses to your forehead every now and then

After that, he would definitely keep a closer eye on you, making sure not to overwhelm you, etc.

He just cares about u so much and wants to show it in every, single, way. the poor boy’s afraid you’ll leave him for someone better :(

If he knew certain triggers of yours, he would definitely try to steer clear of those, at-least when he was with you.

Overall, he’d just want u to be comfortable and feel safe and happy <3

Being Scott McCall’s Younger Sister Would Include...

First things first, you two being inseparable since you were born

Being two years younger than Scott, but despite the age difference, you got along pretty well

Mostly because Melissa taught you from a very young age to always stand up for each other and stick together through thick and thin

Stiles was like, a second brother to you

Even though you slightly had a crush on him

Helping him go through his first full moon 🌕

Him wanting you to keep you safe at all costs, which meant keeping you uninvolved in the supernatural

Him failing to do so, since you quickly discovered you’re a Banshee

Which meant you got to spend a lot of time with Lydia and befriending her, although you disliked her at first because of her attitude towards Stiles

Scott being overprotective in general, like very overprotective

Texting or calling you constantly to make sure you’re okay

It could be annoying at times, but you secretly loved it

Let’s just say that, when you got on your first date, things didn’t go that well

Apart from Scott threatening the boy, he also gave you ‘the talk’

Basically lecturing you about protection

You rolling your eyes at him

Scott and Stiles spying on you the whole time

Eventually, you called it quits quite quickly. The dude was a jerk

Scott and Stiles took you home. You ordered pizza 🍕 and watched Disney movies cuddling on the couch

So after that night, you and Stiles grew pretty close

Stiles asked Scott’s permission to take you on a date, and he happily agreed

Stiles took you to the movies, and then for ice cream. He made sure everything was perfect

Him giving you his jacket, because you were cold

Not knowing whether he should kiss you or not

He drove you home, and as you got out of his Jeep, you gave him a kiss on the chick

After a couple of dates, you were official

During pack meetings, Stiles wouldn’t just keep his hands of you. Whether it was him just holding your hand, or hugging your waist

That didn’t go unnoticed from the pack members, especially Isaac

But you were quick to cut him off

And so was Scott

Getting matching tattoos

Late night pillow talks

Scott helping you when you were feeling down

You just always knew what to do. He’d either take you bowling or cook something for you and just snuggle with you on your bed

Trusting him more than anyone

Being heartbroken when he and Stiles left for college

They’d come back home once or twice a month though

Being there when you graduated

Attending the same college as him, and sharing an apartment

Coming back to Beacon Hills after five years and start a family with Stiles

Damage Control - Theo Ruiz x Firefighter!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

{Requested}

Fandom: Station 19

Pairing and other characters mentioned: Theo Ruiz x Reader, Vic Hudges, Travis Montgomery

Summary: Hi can you write an imagine with theo ruiz, where the reader and theo have a secret relationship and have to hide it from everyone but when they make out in the lockers, they get caught by travis and vic and the whole team finds out (smut/fluff?)

Trigger warning: 18+ content

Word count: 946

A/N: I loved this request so much, I hope the person that requested this enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❤️

As you headed to the kitchen, you questioned your sanity. The clock read ten minutes after four in the morning, yet you were on your way to make another coffee. It had been the fifth since the beginning of your shift that night.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Theo’s voice broke the dead silence, making your blood freeze. It took a moment before you saw him emerging from the shadows, since the only source of light in the room was the moon shining through the window. “What are you doing? You scared the living hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Theo said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine,” you replied, “I just can’t seem to fall asleep tonight.”

Theo gave you a soft smile. “Yeah, I know that feeling,” he murmured, “don’t you think your caffeine overdose has something to do with it, though?”

You chuckled, and Theo took a moment to take in your beautiful, yet tired features. Even in the dim light, he could see the exchaustion on your face. “You’ve been wired the last two shifts. What’s going on with you?”

You sighed, feeling a lump forming in your throat. “It’s just been a rough week, I guess,” you said, “we had a few intense calls- it’s been hard to shake them off.”

Despite your emotional state, you tried to force a smile. However, after dating your for a little over six months, Theo could tell the difference between you being composed and appearing composed.

“I get it,” he said softly as he stepped closer to you. “It’s not easy dealing with this kind of stuff. But you know you can always confide in me, right?”

The sincerity in Theo’s voice made your heart melt. You gave him a subtle nod, a tear escaping your eye as you looked up at him. “I know,” you whispered, “I just didn’t want to burden you with my problems.”

“It’s not a burden,” he corrected firmly. “We’re in this together, remember?”

He wrapped his arms around you protectively, and you felt the tension in you body ease some. Your lips softly pressed against his in a comforting kiss. “Thank you,” you whispered, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. The passion between you grew and you lost yourself in the moment, not realizing that you had wandered into the locker room.

Your hands found their way to Theo’s hair as he pulled you closer to himself. He tugged at the fabric of your shirt, and without thinking twice about it you lifted your hands above your head. Theo removed the piece of clothing slowly, leaving you in only sweatpants and a bralette.

The cool air of the locker room hit your bare skin, and you shivered with anticipation. “God, you’re breathtaking,” Theo whispered while his hands roamed all over your body, sending jolts of electricity through your veins.

His fingers hooked around the edge of your bralette, pulling it down to expose your breasts. He leaned in, took one nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue until he felt it harden. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through your body, causing you to pull on Theo’s hair harsly as you tried to supress your moans.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, urging him to remove it. Theo complied without hesitation. You felt the heat radiating off his body as your hands traced the defined muscles of his abs and chest, until they finally travelled at the waistband of his pants.

You slipped it off with ease, and moments later you were both naked.

Theo pushed you against the lockers. You felt his erection against your thigh, and you knew he was just as aroused as you were. With a sense of urgency, you pushed him down onto one of the benches, straddling him as you continued to kiss him.

His hands met your hips, guiding you as you rocked against him. “How does this feel?” he asked in between shakey beaths, and you could only moan in response.

“Shh, try to stay quiet. We don’t want anyone to hear us.”

The moment those words left his lips, the sound of a door opening caught your attention. You broke apart in an instant, both breathless and disoriented, only to find Vic and Travis standing in front of you.

Theo wrapped his hands tightly around you in an attempt to cover your exposed body. You burried your head in his chest, deeply ashamed and horrified of the fact that your secret relationship with the Fire Captain wasn’t a secret anymore.

“We’re together,” Theo spoke before anyone got the chance to say anything. Travis’s eyes widened in surprise, while Vic’s expression remained neutral. She cleared her throat before speaking up. “And I’m guessing you don’t want anyone to find out?” she asked.

Theo gave her a slight nod. “Can we trust you guys on keeping it between us?”

Travis and Vic exchanged a puzzled glance, but nodded in agreement. “Of course,” Travis replied, “we won’t say anything.”

You and Theo sighed in relief. He smiled gracefully, before thanking the two of them.

As Travis turned around to exit the locker rooms, however, he made a statement that make your heart skip a beat.

“Although, there’s a high chance the others already know. You weren’t so quiet as you thought.”

I’ve Got You – Valerio Montesinos x Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}

Word count: 1k

You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.

“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.

“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.

“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.

“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”

Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.

Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.

Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.

“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.

Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.

—

“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.

“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.

“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”

“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.

“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”

This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.

“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.

“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”

Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.

Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”

“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.

His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”

“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”

“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”

I’ve Got You – Valerio Montesinos x Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}

Word count: 1k

You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.

“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.

“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.

“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.

“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”

Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.

Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.

Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.

“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.

Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.

—

“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.

“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.

“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”

“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.

“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”

This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.

“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.

“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”

Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.

Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”

“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.

His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”

“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”

“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”