TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

dodging fulton

(A/N: Hey lovelies! I came up with this imagine from a similar personal experience. I hope you like it!)

       As I trudged through the halls on my way to class, I couldn't help but miss the warmth and comfort of my bed. I was PMSing- hard. Everything hurt. My head, my boobs, my whole body. As I got to homeroom, I went up to my boyfriend, Fulton, and friends and took my usual seat. I greeted everyone with a fake smile but no one questioned me, though it seemed Fulton wasn't entirely convinced.

       I zoned out for all of homeroom and only came out of it when the bell rang. As I stood up, a particularly powerful pang of pain shot through my boobs. I winced and adjusted my books in my arms so I wasn't holding them as tight. As I made my way towards the door, I heard Fulton behind me.

       "Forgetting something, Y/N?" He asked, his arms outstretched.

       'Oh crap. Right.' I thought. I always hugged Fulton before leaving homeroom because of our limited number of classes together. How was I supposed to explain that I couldn't today?

        "Um, can't. I, uh, need to talk to Mr. Cooper before next period starts. Sorry!" I said quickly before hightailing it out of the room and down the hall.

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       I spent the rest of the day sadly dodging my boyfriend's offer for hugs, feeling so guilty. The final bell for the day rang as I packed my things up and stood from my desk. As I walked to my locker, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I came face to face with a hurt looking Fulton.

       "What's going on, Y/N? Why have you been dodging me all day?" Fulton asked.

       I thought about lying but he deserved the truth. "It's...complicated."

       "Are you breaking up with me?" Fulton asked in a small voice but I still heard it over the hustle and bustle of the hallway.

       "What? No!" I exclaimed, drawing some looks.

        "Then what is it?" Fulton asked.

       Looking around, I grabbed Fulton's hand and dragged him into the nearest empty classroom. I shut the door behind us. Sighing, I turned to Fulton.

        "I wasn't hugging you because...my boobs hurt." I whispered the last part.

        "What?" Fulton asked, not hearing my whisper.

        I sighed again. "My boobs hurt." I said louder this time.

       A relieved expression came across Fulton's face. "Oh. Is that all?"

        I gave him a funny look. "What do you mean 'is that all?'? You aren't mad?"

       "Why would I be mad? It's not like you can control it." Fulton said with a shrug. "I'm just sorry you're hurting."

       I wanted to cry. He understood, with no judgement or hurt feelings. I went to hug him but remembered what had landed us in this conversation in the first place. I shyly smiled at him.

       "Sorry. I still can't hug you." I said.

       "Maybe not chest to chest but I can still do this." Fulton said. I was about to ask him what he meant but was spun around before I could. Next thing I knew, Fulton's arms were around my waist, his chest pressed against my back. I smiled over me shoulder at him.

       "Now, why didn't I think of this?!" I asked, playfully.

       Fulton just laughed and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. We stayed like that for a few minutes to make up for our lack of hugs throughout the day. It may not be the best way to hug my boyfriend but in the end my sore boobs were thankful.

(A/N: A version of this imagine happened to me and I just had to write it. I imagine Fulton gives tight hugs so they aren't really appreciated when Y/N is PMSing with sore boobs lol Requests for preferences are open so send yours in! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)