#trying to use the work toilets without gagging

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

I think that in the year 2024 we, as a society, are not making as much use of the full extent of technology as we could to control smells and sounds in public toilets.

[littlelovelunette]

hi!! idk why this weird ass scenario has been on my mind for so long but it just has 😭 (also first request kinda nervous 😖) but is there a way you could do a sevika x reader where they used to date and broke up just for reader to find out she’s pregnant and keeping the baby, then later (baby is already born, you choose the age) sevika finds out about her child she never knew she had and tries to get back into reader’s life. pls make it as weird and angsty as you like 😛 (also i promise this isn’t a weird kink thing i just wanna see more parent sevika angst instead of her just being this absolute saint as dad/mom in every other fic 😭)

ABSENTEE

—Absentee parent!Sevika x Mother!Reader

angst, sevika walks out of her child's life without even knowing said child existed, mention of childbirth, g!p sevika, angsty, family drama

— Please note that this is entirely for shits and giggles and I do not imagine Sevika to act like this as a fictional character.

⊹₊⟡⋆ "You're an asshole!" You screamed at Sevika, veins at your neck popping as tears streamed down your glossed face.

Sevika sighed and yanked the exit door open, "I'm sorry, I tried to make this work." She looked away, "And I told you this isn't serious. It's just a hookup."

"Just a hookup?" Your hand ghosted over where you wanted to grab onto her bag and beg her to stay but you knew better than that.

You watched as she walked out that door that night and something in your stomach churned. A gag rose at your throat and you almost threw up right there. You rushed to the bathroom, retching and throwing up, struggling to keep your own hair up.

You felt sick. Like never before. Maybe it was the internal turmoil you were subjected to, maybe it was not. You didn't know and you weren't sure if you wanted to know. With a groan, you pushed yourself away from the toilet and looked at your own reflection at the mirror.

"Ugh..." You rubbed your mouth clean with a paper towel and stared at the tired woman staring back at you through your reflection.

As you scrolled through your phone, trying to reason with your sudden nausea, the pregnancy articles that kept coming up started to freak you out. "Oh goodness, no, Janna, please, no."

The pregnancy test that you took stayed seated on the counter in an almost mocking manner. You paced about the cramped bathroom, glancing over at the test every now and then. Finally, your timer alarm went off and you grabbed the stick, staring at the two lines.

No, it couldn't be...

"What do you mean you are pregnant?" Your mother yelled over the phone when you told her you needed help.

"I told you, I never knew until today. And today's the day she left me and I don't understand what to do now, this is wa—"

"Young lady," your mother cleared her throat, "I've tried telling you; Sevika is a complete scum, a complete dirtbag and I'm sure she gets off knowing well that she knocked you up and now YOU will be stuck raising said child!"

"Mom, please," you took a deep breath, a quiet sniffle, "This is not the time for this."

"Figure it out then, if you're old enough to date whoever and let them knock you up, you're old enough to raise a kid!"

"Mom, just—"

You looked at the phone that beeped signalling the call had ended. Now what? Your own family turned on you. You leaned against the bathroom counter, leg bouncing slightly as you tried Sevika's number.

No luck.

You threw your phone onto the bed and plopped down onto it too. You stared at the ceiling as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Now what? She had left you and knocked you up and now you're left pregnant and heart aching for some comfort but if even your own family turned on you, why would Sevika look back? After all, you were nothing more than a casual hookup to her.

⊹₊⟡⋆ Childbirth was the most physically and mentally exhausting experience for you. You had no idea if you would even survive it as you laid there in the bed, aching from the contractions. Tears welled in your eyes as you pushed with all that you had. The only people who support you albeit a bit too methodically and clinically? The nurses.

After the baby was born, you knew you needed to work as hard as you could to ensure the baby had a proper life. After all, you didn't want your sweet daughter to ever worry about the trivial things in life. Even if you worked from home, you made the best of it.

"Come on, Ellie," you called out to your four year old daughter Ellie who was excitedly shuffling through the clothes at the store. "Come on, let's go."

"Mommy, look!" Ellie ran to you with a little hat in a hard grip as she skipped on, tripping over her own two feet and landing on her front.

"Oh, my god!" You were about to run to help her up, but then a stranger close by did so for you.

"Careful, little one," the stranger said in a deep voice, crouching to help little Ellie up who sniffled a little, looking down at her slightly scraped knee.

"Hi, I'm Ellie's mother, thanks for the—" your voice got caught in your throat, "You." You stared back at the woman who'd gotten you pregnant and abandoned you.

"She has my eyes," Sevika said in a breathy, awed voice.

"Come on, Ellie, let's go." You said, grabbing Ellie up and starting to walk towards the exit, putting the hat down.

"B-but mommy..."

She didn't argue, she was an obedient child afterall. You guided her to the car, and opened the door. You wished badly that Sevika would just leave you alone but she didn't.

"You didn't even tell me I had a daughter!" Sevika yelled after you.

"Do you think you deserved to know? After all, we were casual," you snapped and put Ellie in her seat at the back before you opened the driver's side door, "Now, please. Kindly, leave me alone."

You slammed the door shut as you got in the car, getting out of the parking lot and driving away. Your eyes threatened to blur out with tears but you held it in as you drove back home.

"Mommy, who was that?" Ellie asked, trying to look out of the car window.

"Nobody, sweetie." You looked at the road, "Nobody that matters, at least."

⊹₊⟡⋆ You parked and sighed, you wanted to hit your head against the steering wheel, sob even. But you didn't do anything. You pursed your lips and held it in instead.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Ellie blinked innocently.

"Yes, sweetie," you opened the door and got out of the car to help Ellie out, "Wash up for dinner, sweetheart."

Ellie sprinted upstairs, clearly excited at the idea of food while you tried to calm down. What did Sevika want after all these years of leaving you to raise Ellie all on your own?

As much as you wanted to keep Ellie from Sevika, you knew that she needed her mother in her life just as much as she needed you and you didn't wanna be the villain parent who keeps the other away from the child. What were the odds Sevika would take this to court anyway?

You groaned, head aching as you walked back into the kitchen and put your phone and keys on the counter. You needed to cook dinner despite wanting to just coop up in your room. As you cooked silently, your phone ringed.

Unknown caller ID?

You picked it up warily and held it against your ear. "Hello?"

"I know what I did to you can't be fixed overnight, but please can we try for our daughter?" Sevika sounded like she'd been crying. Wait, why'd you care?

"I will gut you."

"Plea—"

"I almost died on that fucking table birthing Ellie! What makes you think you can just crawl back into my life after YOU stuck me with a baby and didn't even care to check the fuck back!?" You snapped, knuckles whitening as you held the skillet in a tight grip.

"Maybe if you would've told me I had a daughter, I'd given a damn!" Sevika argued.

"I know you'd try to buy your way into this, you'd try to... take her away from me." You said, the words coming out a little more difficultly than expected.

"You don't meant that..." Sevika muttered, almost inaudible now.

"You're a monster for what you did to me and I won't allow you anywhere near our daughter." You said firmly.

"Please, calm down. If not for old time's sake, for Ellie? Please?" She pleaded.

"Sevika. I can't with this. Not right now. Later." You hung up abruptly.

You watched Ellie eat dinner with your sad eyes, pushing around your own food with the fork. She looked so cute, her little cheeks puffing with food in her mouth, she grinned happily, savouring every mouthful. You blinked slowly, staring distantly at your daughter.

All the memories that you had with Sevika in that very house your daughter grew up in, it all felt so far away now and you wanted to hold onto it for whatever solace you could but, what were the chances that Sevika wouldn't try to take your daughter away from you? You didn't see genuienly see her as a bad person, you were scared. You'd already lost everything in life and Ellie was your sunshine now.

⊹₊⟡⋆ "Sevika." You addressed as you shifted from one foot to another, phone against your ear.

"I'm listening." Sevika replied, the faint clinking of bottles on the other side of the call grounded you. Was she seriously cleaning up booze as she conversed?

"I don't want Ellie growing up without knowing of your existence on a whole." You said swallowing your pride.

"Interesting." Sevika's tone was even, amused.

"Shut up, stop being smug. You're only proving my mother right."

"Your mother?"

A moment of silence. You considered cutting the call and forgetting about the entire ordeal.

"Forget it. Shouldn't have called, I should just—"

"Hey, hey, 'm sorry for being a jerk, I wanna hear ya' out, c'mon." Normally, you wouldn't have been swayed but her voice held a sort of plea you had never heard before. Perhaps, with her child being at stake she was finally taking you seriously.

"Fine... Uh, come over next Sunday, we'll sort this out in person."

"Next Sunday? That's almost a week after!" She exclaimed.

"What do you expect me to do? Take it or leave it." You replied firmly.

"No consideration? Not even for old time's sake?"

"What old time? The fact we were casual? You knocked me up and left?"

"Right— so, um," Sevika stammered over her words which you found odd. She never did that. Not unless she was seconds away from asking a terribly stupid question.

"Spit it out." You snapped.

"Are you seeing anybody?" Sevika asked.

Another moment of silence.

"... Sevika, what the fuck?"

"I just need ta' know if there's any other parental figure for..." Sevika's words got lost.

"Ellie, her names Ellie."

"Suits her..."

"No, I'm not seeing anybody. But don't get any ideas." You said as you swiped down the kitchen counter with your other hand.

"Mhm, gotcha'." Sevika replied.

"I'm hanging up now, need to tuck her in bed." You said the moment you saw Ellie's little figure approaching you with her stuffed bunny toy in hand.

"Okay, okay, 'night." Sevika muttered.

"Uh-huh," you were about to hangup—

"Hey," Sevika suddenly said.

"What?"

"You're really brave. I wish I saw that before I fucked up something special."

[wingedhallows]

Hey, i really like how you write fluff, can you write about taking care of sick Abby???

— THROUGH SICKNESS AND HEALTH —

⋆₊˚⊹♡ PAIRING : abby anderson x reader | 0.9k words ⋆₊˚⊹♡ AUTHORS NOTE : hey, babes! i had so much fun working on this. thank you for the request. i hope u like it :)

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The night is peaceful, wrapped in a hush of quiet save for the steady rhythm of Abby’s breathing against your neck. Her arms are draped around you, warm and steady, the weight of them grounding you in a way that makes the world feel smaller—safer. The blanket cocooned around your tangled bodies only adds to the comfort, a protective shield against the night.

Then, like a bucket of ice water, she’s gone.

Her warmth vanishes in an instant, the blanket slipping away as she bolts upright, hands trembling as she pushes herself out of bed. The sudden movement stirs you, but it’s the rush of cold air against your skin that truly jolts you awake.

A shiver runs down your spine as your eyes flutter open, disoriented, catching the faint outline of Abby stumbling toward the bathroom, her breaths ragged and uneven.

Then, the unmistakable sound of retching.

Your heart clenches. Of course. She should’ve listened to you. Should’ve worn that damn jacket instead of brushing you off with that cocky smirk and a “Nah, I’ll be fine.”

You push the thought aside and slip out of bed, padding softly across the dark room. The second you step into the dimly lit bathroom, all your irritation melts away.

Abby is hunched over the toilet, her shoulders trembling with the force of each heave. She grips the porcelain edge like it’s the only thing tethering her to the ground, and the sound she makes—a raw, awful gag—makes you wince.

You kneel beside her without a word, placing a gentle hand on her back, rubbing slow, soothing circles over the tense muscles there. Your other hand gathers her long hair, sweeping it away from her flushed face, holding it back as she retches again.

She doesn’t say anything. Neither do you.

You just stay there, solid and quiet, the warmth of your touch a silent promise—I’ve got you.

She leans back slightly, sucking in a shallow breath between the violent retches. Her face is flushed, her glassy eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, and your heart clenches at the sight.

She looks so small like this—so unlike the strong, confident Abby you’re used to.

"More?" you whisper, your voice barely carrying over the silence of the dimly lit bathroom.

She shakes her head weakly, another shaky exhale escaping her lips. Relief flickers through you, but it’s overshadowed by the worry tightening in your chest. You don’t push for words, just give her a small nod before flushing the toilet.

Carefully, you help her onto the closed lid, your hands firm yet gentle as she leans into your support.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she presses them against her forehead, trying to steady herself. Without a second thought, you reach for her toothbrush, squeezing a little toothpaste onto it before handing it to her.

Leaning against the sink, you watch her. Every trace of irritation you might’ve felt earlier has dissolved into something softer, something heavier—worry, devotion, the overwhelming need to make sure she’s okay.

She brushes her teeth in slow, lethargic movements, rinsing out her mouth before slipping her hand into yours. It’s warm despite the chill clinging to her skin, and you hold it a little tighter as you guide her back to bed.

Abby sinks into the mattress with a weary sigh, her head barely hitting the pillow before her eyes flutter shut. Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t say anything, too drained to do more than exist in the space between wakefulness and sleep.

"I’ll get you something," you murmur, your voice soft as your fingers sweep a few stray strands of hair from her damp forehead.

She barely nods, her exhaustion swallowing her whole, and you linger for just a second before slipping away to fetch the medicine.

You return with a glass of water and a pill, your eyes immediately landing on Abby—curled up on your shared bed, her brow furrowed even in sleep, her face drawn with exhaustion. The sight tugs at something deep in your chest.

Gently, you shake her awake, and she stirs with a weak groan, barely cracking her eyes open. The sound is soft, but it hits you like a punch. “The meds, baby,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

She blinks sluggishly before forcing herself up, her body protesting every movement. You watch as she swallows the pill with a slow sip of water before sinking back into the mattress, her breathing shallow, her limbs heavy.

You rack your brain for something—anything—that might help ease her discomfort, but before you can move, she speaks, her voice barely audible.

“Hold me, please.”

It’s so small, so fragile, and it undoes you completely. How could you ever deny her, especially when she sounds like this? When the strongest person you know is curled up and hurting, reaching for you like you’re the only thing anchoring her?

Without hesitation, you slide under the blankets beside her, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close.

Her head rests against your chest, her breath warm against your skin as your fingers run gently through her hair.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

Because this is what love is, isn’t it? Not just the laughter, the easy moments, the fun—but this, too. Holding each other close through sickness and health, through every quiet, vulnerable moment in between.

[eerielamb]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 ˚⋆｡☆

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: first work on my new blog is something a lil extra taboo! this wouldn’t exist without the lovely @hauntedfawnn bringing the concept to my attention and encouraging me to post this, thank you sweet angel for always being my biggest cheerleader!!♡·˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!rafe, sub!reader, afab reader, watersports (a.k.a piss kink), omorashi (bladder control), dubcon, oral sex, cowgirl, forced orgasm, degradation, dacryphillia, porn mentions, slight praise

if this isn’t your thing, please just keep scrolling! the great thing about kink is that there’s something for everyone, if this particular one isn’t for you, i encourage you to find something else that is!

𝐒𝟏 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 ~ the moment the salacious request leaves your lips he’s looking at you as if you’d suddenly grown a second head, but after a moment to process, he’s excited yet apprehensive. he hesitantly agrees, having you sit on the toilet with your thighs spread as wide as you can, your pussy on full display for him as he holds his dick, aiming his stream to hit your upper thighs a little bit before hitting your cunt, mesmerized by the way it drips down your folds, that sight alone affirming it for him.

𝐒𝟐 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 ~ that man is GROSS. he knows more about it than you do and practically pushes you to your knees right then and there when you ask. he’s mean, taking your request full throttle, starting with pissing on you until your shirt is soaked and calling you all sorts of degrading names as he finds increasingly humiliating ways to incorporate it into your sex life. he has you jerk him off while he pisses into your mouth, getting off on your tears when he calls you a nasty whore and slaps you for letting some dribble out of your mouth. he’ll fuck your mouth after, reveling in your obscene gagging until he’s about to cum, abruptly pulling out of your mouth to shoot his load all over your face, a mess of cum, tears, and piss dripping down onto your chest. eventually he suggests pissing IN you after seeing it in some sleazy porn he found online.

𝐒𝟑 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 ~ he’s open immediately, having seen porn of it before and has been curious to try it himself, so your request doesn’t phase him as much as you thought it would. he’s not one to take things at face value though, always looking for a way to improve upon ideas, so he makes you work for it. he uses the hold he has on you to his advantage, making you quite literally beg for him to give you his piss. he requires you to degrade yourself a little before giving it to you, and will praise you to the moon and back after for being such an obedient angel for him.

𝐒𝟒 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 ~ this rafe is thorough, he’s learned that acting on impulse doesn’t always get him what he wants, so though he agrees, he’s also doing research immediately. through that research, he finds out water sports isn’t just pissing on/being pissed on, it’s about control and humiliation too, which he finds great pleasure in. he’ll piss on you like you so sweetly asked him to, but only if you obey his rules throughout the day. he controls when YOU go to the bathroom, making you hold it if you’ve been naughty, until you’re begging him to let you go. one day he times things so he knows you’ll have to go while you’re riding him, him pushing you to cum again even though you’re telling him you can’t hold it anymore, and he just doesn’t care, continuing to hold your hips and fuck up into you until you lose it and cum again, simultaneously letting your piss out all over his stomach and thighs, the release so intense that you don’t know wether to cry or thank him, so you do both until he’s carrying you to the bath and soothing you all sweetly for being so good for him. you’re his lil piss princess and he loves having you rely so heavily on him for such a basic human function, it makes him feel responsible for you, and he wants nothing more than to take care of you in any way he can.

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[bellysoupset]

Weird - II

The first thing Leo realized when he woke up, was that he was going to throw up.

Not in the nearby future, but now, at this very moment. He kicked off the blankets and stumbled up, desperation being the only thing pushing him forward as the vertigo that assaulted him caused the whole world to catapult.

He barely made it inside the still dark bathroom, with no time to heave, projectile vomiting in what he hoped was the bowl. Sweat was running down his back and there wasn't a single piece of his body that didn't ache. Leo dizzily reached for the cold porcelain of the toilet, his clammy hands meeting liquid and he let out a groan.

His stomach rolled , causing him to gag several more times. He felt the liquid turn from the foamy coffee-bitter taste straight into the revolting taste of bile and coughed, abs burning with the heaving effort.

Finally, Leo was able to pull back. He plastered his back against the cold tiled wall of his bathroom, taking wheezing breaths as he tried to get his stomach in check.

By now his eyes were used to the darkness and he could see there was a small puddle near the toilet's base, where his aim had missed. Leo let out a little groan, moving his hand to his stomach and rubbing at it uneasily. He wished Jonah was up and could help him and also get the mess sorted, but his fiancé was still asleep and it felt like a dick move to go back into the room to wake him up just so he would clean up.

So Leo moved to all fours and got to it. His brain was all foggy and his nausea was still high, so Leo took much longer than he normally would have, as well as ended up using way more supplies than he probably should've.

His headache was back, more vicious than before, feeling like someone was drilling into the back of his head, as he finally made his way back to the room. Leo collapsed back into the bed and shivered, he was freezing.

Next to him, Jon let out a little snore and Leo nearly started crying at the fact his boyfriend was still asleep and not comforting him. Teary eyed and feeling completely wretched, the blonde scooted closer on the bed, so he could steal some of Jonah's warmth.

"Hmmm," Jonah groaned at the movement, but his frustration quickly melted away as Leo wrapped his arm around his waist and intertwined their legs. He let out a little content sigh, instinctively curling around Leo and causing him to melt down.

It felt like he hadn't even slept. One minute he was trying to cuddle with Jon and the next he was waking up as he felt Jonah try and sneak out from under him.

Leo let out a groan, reaching instinctively so he could grab his boyfriend's shirt and keep him put, so they could go back to sleep-

"I'm sorry, baby," Jonah whispered, fully getting out of the bed, only to sit at its edge, "I can't stay, I have a surgery to assist..." he planted a kiss on Leo's temple, "Bella said she will come ov-"

"No," Leo groaned, finally opening his eyes and forcing himself up. How come Jonah had just gotten up but was already all dressed up...? He frowned at this weird asynchrony, before letting it go, "what time is it?"

"A little past eight," Jon was very clearly worried, judging by how he kept studying Leo's face without blinking, "since you're awake, I want to get your temperature again."

Leo accepted the thermometer without a fight, leaning back against the pillows. His stomach was rolling and the room was incredibly bright, not helping his headache, "can you turn off the lights...?"

"Sure," Jonah moved around, turning off their overhead lights and pulling the bedroom into the grey semi dark, "better? Are your eyes bothering you?"

"Headache," Leo explained, curling up his legs, "I need to go to work..."

"You're sick, you're not going anywhere," Jonah glared at him, moving closer so he could rub Leo's arm in a soothing manner, "I called Bell and she'll swing by lunch to check on you, alright? Unless you're feeling too bad, she said she can work from our living room-"

"I'm fine," Leo grumbled. He would've rolled his eyes if they didn't hurt so much. The thermometer started beeping and Jonah quickly retrieved it, letting out an annoyed huff.

"That's a fever alright," he scoffed, roaming through their bedside table as he fished out several meds, "how's your stomach? Do you think you can handle a couple crackers, so you can take medicine?"

The mere idea of food caused Leo to gag weakly and he opened his tired eyes in order to glare at his boyfriend, "no way..." as if to corroborate his point, his belly let out an angry, upset whine.

"Okay..." Jonah rubbed at his temples, reaching for the antipyretics regardless, "I still think you should take these," he held up the little white pills, "and I'll get you some tea, alright? That must be easy enough on your stomach..."

Leo swallowed the pills dry, not daring to drink water. He wanted to beg Jonah not to go, not even to the kitchen to make tea, let alone to work, but he was valiantly sucking it up. He was an adult, he could go through the man-flu without his boyfriend hand holding him through it.

"I'm calling Bell to work from here," Jonah decided as he walked back in the room, holding up a large mug filled with steaming hot tea. Leo's mouth salivated at the idea of drinking anything, in a disgusting, slimy way.

"I'm fine," he groaned, curling up and sliding down the pillows, trying to ease the pressure on his head. It felt like some invisible hand was grabbing him by the hair and pulling his skull back, something he had never felt before, "you're gonna miss your surgery..."

"I won't," Jonah sat back down, gesturing for him to scoot up, "drink a little of the tea, you're awfully pale."

"It's gonna come back up," Leo whined, but sat up once again. The change of positions caused his head to swim and he nearly fell to his side, blinking dizzily to situate himself.

Jonah was holding him by the shoulder when Leo felt like he could open his eyes again and his eyebrows were all but meeting, that's how deep his frown was, "you're really off balance..." he said, in a tone that was almost annoyed, but Leo knew was just worry.

"Just gotta sleep this off..."

"Uh-hum," Jonah turned so he could reach his phone on the bedside table, passing Leo the tea mug, "small sips, okay?"

"I know how to drink," Leo bit out. In truth, his arms were feeling so damn heavy, he could barely lift up the mug to his mouth past the first sip, half listening in as Jonah sent Bella a voice note for her to come over earlier than the agreed.

"Why... Why Bell...?"

"Luke's in Doveport," Jonah explained, helping Leo hold up the mug and pressing the porcelain against his lips, "apparently he left yesterday in the middle of the night."

Leo took the smallest sip he could afford, barely able to fight a gag, "he's so dramatic."

"That's Atwood for you," Jonah chuckled, but his voice was strained, "Leo, I think you should come get checked out at the hospital..."

"You're a doctor, can't you check me here?" Leo groaned, the idea of getting up from his bed and going to the ER... He'd rather go to court.

"Not what I meant," Jonah sighed, "you're too weak for no reason, I wanted a blood work-"

"Oh my God, it's just a flu," Leo scoffed, then let out a little wet burp, the hot tea rushing back up. He swallowed convulsively, feeling shaky and clammy when he was finally able to push it all down, "ugh-"

Jonah looked conflicted, biting his lip and Leo knew he was making a sound argument. He hadn't been sick for even twenty four hours, Jon had no ground to drag him to the hospital.

His fiancé's phone started ringing and Leo slid down on the bed so he could fall against the pillows again, giving up on the tea as Jon planted the mug on his bedside table and picked up his phone.

"Bell?" Leo guessed, but Jonah shook his head.

"Alarm," he sighed, "I gotta go... Bella will be here in twenty minutes, okay? The front door will be unlocked, I loaded up JD's food bowl so don't even worry about that. Don't eat anything Bella cooks, I'll send you both lunch-"

"You're such a dad," Leo scoffed, closing his eyes, "go. Surgery. Important."

He could feel Jonah's hesitation, the nervous energy rolling out of him almost like he was vibrating.

"Wendy is in the hospital today, so if anything happens, have Bell call her-"

"Stop talking," Leo whined, well aware Jonah would just repeat all of this to Bella anyways. He curled up even more, "I love you. Go."

"I love you too," Jonah sighed, pressing a kiss to his temple, "I'll be back as soon as I can..."

"Hey, blondie," suddenly there was a pair of freezing cold hands on back, coming up to cup his cheeks and softly pushing away his hair, "open those beautiful eyes for me, will you? Just a little?"

Bella was sitting right in front of him and her hair was hurting him. Literally, the grey sunlight filtering through their windows was bouncing on her auburn curls and casting a fiery halo around her head and just looking at it made Leo squint and scrunch up his face.

His head was throbbing like hell and his stomach was beyond sour, so when he opened his mouth, what came up was a little fizzled out burp in the back of his throat, instead of a sentence.

"Oh, hi," Bella smiled, relief clear in her voice, a little chuckle mixing in, "are you gonna throw up...? You're looking hella pasty."

Fair question.

It took him a second, then Leo groaned in affirmation. He didn't even try to nod, his neck was stiff and just so much as looking at her was already an effort.

"Ookay..." Bella grabbed the sheets under him, giving it a good yank with her whole body weight so he was closer to the edge of the bed, then held up a bowl just as he leaned out of the mattress.

For a long, anticlimactic, minute nothing happened. Leo only panted over the bowl, his stomach rolling and reflux burning the back of his throat, drool falling inside of it. Bella's hand moved so she was holding the bin with one hand, the other one supporting his head and he let out a groan as the pressure on his neck increased and then heaved, loudly.

The tea from before came up in a spray, mixed in with bile and Leo whined as it burned his nose, nausea causing his back to curl and his eyes to water. He coughed, spitting the nasty taste, then gagged again and again and again-

Bright yellow bile joined the disgusting mess and Leo whimpered at the awful burning in his throat, further pressing his forehead to Bell's hand and squeezing his eyes shut against the brightness.

Was this a migraine...?

"Jesus, you're burning up," Bella whispered over his head and Leo coughed, a little burp bringing up a mouthful of saliva and leaving him panting and worn out.

"Hurts..."

"Your stomach?" He didn't have his eyes open, but Leo knew she had moved the bowl, because the acrid smell stopped tickling his nose. Her hand stayed on his forehead, as if Bell could sense she was all but supporting his head, his neck doing fuck-all.

"Head... Neck... Too bright..."

"You don't have migraines, do you?" Bella asked, although it was a rhetoric question. Next thing he knew, his forehead was meeting her thigh as the ginger sat on the mattress, the bed dipping under her weight.

Leo let out a little sob at the stab of pain in the back of his neck, pressing his forehead so deep to his friend's thigh, he could feel her femur under the layer of muscle and fat-

"He said his head's hurting," Bella's voice, all soft, barely above a whisper. Her cold fingers on his scalp, nails running up and down... He was gonna throw up again.

Leo tried to communicate it, but he couldn't quite think through the blinding pain overtaking his whole head. His stomach squeezed and he jerked with a gag, a splash of liquid meeting Bell's jeans-

"Definitely nauseous, Wendy," Bella's voice, slightly frustrated, "looks like Luke's cluster headaches... Not as far as I know...?"

Leo whimpered, reaching out and squeezing Bella's something — her hand? Her leg? Her arm? — to get her to shut up. He wanted Jon, he wanted the sensation of glass digging behind his eyes to stop-

Something fucking freezing met his forehead and Leo tried to squirm away from the washcloth, only for Bella's hand to cup his cheek and hold him put.

"Fever-down" he heard through the rushing of blood in his ears, his quick heartbeat seeming to be echoing inside his skull.

Leo was just about to pass out as he heard, "ambulance."

TBC

[apute11as]

Everything happens for a reason ~ Alexia putellas x reader

Author note: The poll was close but I’ve decided to do it as parts as it’s easier for me to get regular smaller posts out with my work and things but I hope you enjoy❤️

⚠️ suggestive themes, slight smut, pregnancy, failed ivf mentions

——

The sun light pierced your blinds, bathing your room in a gentle yellow glow. As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with the beautiful site of your wife’s naked, tattooed back asleep next to you. You knew she’d be tired, as were you after your late night activities that went on into the early hours of the morning, needing to make the most of your time together before a gruelling 2 months likely without seeing each other at all.

You admired the woman next to you, and the way that the light made her tanned skin look ethereal. Tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ears, you pressed a light kiss to her cheek but as you went to bend back up, you felt an unusual lurch in your stomach. Rising immediately, you went to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. After gagging for a couple of seconds, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, one that surely belonged to your girlfriend.

“¿estas bien mi amor?” she questioned with a soft look of concern present on her features.

“Si carino estoy bien I think it’s just nerves because of how soon the World Cup is and the pressure that I’m going to be under.” you replied patting her hand that rested on your shoulder.

“Ok if you’re sure let’s get some water” she exclaimed, offering her hand and using her other to lift you by the hips.

As you entered the kitchen, she quickly made you water and a warm cup of coffee which seemed to work pretty well to soothe your aching stomach, a sure sign that this wasn’t a bug but simply nerves.

——

A couple of hours passed and you were feeling almost completely better which definitely helped in reducing your girlfriend’s anxiety. She had helped you with all the finishing touches to packing your bag so that you were now completely ready to go to the airport. Despite the original plan being for you to get a taxi to the airport, after this morning Alexia insisted she drive you in her car, claiming that she could easily divert her taxi to take her to her camp from the airport. After a large discussion, filled with many kisses, you finally agreed.

You planned to leave at 8am but it was currently 7:30 so with half an hour to spare the two of you were cuddled up on the sofa, with Nala settled asleep across both of your laps.

“I’m going to miss you so much amor” alexia whispered into your neck, tightening her grip around you.

“I’ll miss you too Ale, but I’ll see you in the final, when we both get there” you replied, kissing her cheek.

“Hmm” she hummed into you, her hands creeping up your jumper and onto the bare skin beneath it.

“what do you think you’re doing love” you giggled as her cold hands made contact with your exposed midsection.

“Mmm gonna miss you so much” she mumbled as she pulled you into her further, startling poor Nala who preceded to fall into the rug, showing her annoyance with a small bark. At this point, you were now straddling her hips, and she was leaving open mouth kisses on your neck on the marks she’d left last night. She then carefully slotted her thigh in between your legs, trying to make contact though the layers of fabric between her legs and your pussy.

“Ale I need to get ready to go soon or else I’ll miss my check in.” You reminded her but she seemed unfazed as her hand reached your breasts and began to massage them. You moaned as she reached your nipples, allowing her to keep going despite the more logical side to you saying no. However, you draw the line when her hands reach down into your sweatpants to touch your pussy. “Alexia putellas segura you are like a teenage boy are you always horny?” you questioned, whilst simultaneously trying to escape her newfound grip on your hips.

“No I just love you so much bebita and I’m going to miss you and these” she said groping your breasts again.

“Ale stop it I mean it we have to go” you say sternly, finally managing to escape her grasp.

“Fine” she huffed like a child being scolded by their parent. She made a move to stand up but not before giving your ass a smack as she shuffled past you.

“You little-“ you remarked as you began to chase her, Nala joining in with her mami’s playing.

After a painful 15 minutes of Alexia touching you in anyway she can, you finally made it to the car with all of your stuff and Alexia of course opting to carry as much of your stuff as humanly possible, the princess treatment ever present as always. And of course once you had begun your journey, Alexia had placed her hand on your thigh for the entire 30 minutes.

Once you finally reached your destination of the airport, Alexia parked up her Cupra and promptly strolled around the other side of the car to open the door and offer her hand to you so you could get out. Hand in hand, you both ventured to the car trunk to collect your bags, and of course Alexia carried as much as possible; ever the gentlewoman.

So you walked over to the airport hand in hand. After unloading your stuff into the baggage section, it was time to say goodbye to your girlfriend for the next two months. What you hadn’t expected was for the tears to form in your eyes so easily.

“Amor are you crying” alexia asked, her eyes slightly glassy too.

“Yes sorry my love” you responded, letting the tears fall without restraint now as she held you tight in her arms, just had she had after every failed IVF attempt.

“Don’t be sorry I’m just shocked you don’t normally get this emotional I’ll see you soon I promise cariño” she stated with a pitiful smile.

“I think I’m just having one of those days my love I’m really going to miss you” you replied

“And I you guapa” she smiled.

With one last hug, the two of you parted ways and you headed to security and baggage check, boarding pass in hand and unsettling feeling in your stomach.

Once you boarded the plane, you quickly found your seat, it was next to a woman and a small child. Placing your stuff in the overhead storage, you sat down by the window staring into abyss. Around 20 minutes into the flight, the unease in your stomach returned and you suddenly felt bile begin to rise up in your throat. Noticing your discomfort, the woman next to you spoke up.

“are you alright love” she questioned with a maternal glint in her eyes.

“Oh- yes sorry just feeling a bit ill” you replied hesitantly.

“would you like travel sickness tablets?” She asked with a smile.

“Oh no thank you I don’t usually get travel sick” you assured her.

“Well haha I thought the same until I was pregnant with this one here” she said pointing at the toddler asleep next to her.

“I was great with travelling but then I just started to feel sick every time I entered a moving vehicle” she chuckled.

“Oh wow I’m sure I’m not pregnant though” you offered weakly.

“Probably but you never know” she rebounded.

“Actually I took a test the other week we were trying for a while, but after the last negative we’ve decided to give it a break” you replied with a hint of sadness.

“Ah I see but those box tests aren’t always correct, I’m sorry if I’m overstepping here but given what you’ve told me maybe it’s worth taking another” she professed.

“Maybe” you said weakly, offering a small smile.

Throughout the journey your thoughts spiralled, what if you were pregnant and the test had been wrong? How would you explain this to your coaches, to Alexia? The sickness persisted, you excused yourself to the bathroom once or twice, but nothing but dry heaving occurred. The likely reality of your predicament began to settle in and what felt like an extensive flight, despite the fact it was only 2 hours, the plane touched town in rainy England and as you stepped out of the plane, all that you felt was dread.

[sturniolo04]

Busy Sick Day c.s.

bf!chris x gf!reader

A/n: remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll

Today out of all days was the worst day for chris to get the stomach bug. I mean they were filming all day.

"good morning"

you squeal out as chris simply nods his head trying to be limited on words.

"whats wrong"

You yawn out sitting up getting ready to get ready for your guys busy day.

"i dont feel the best"

chris mumbles out picking up his phone to look at his notifactions.

"really thats not good chris is it lik-"

you trail off as nick and matt come into the room with the vlog camera.

"hi lovebirds"

nick sings out as matt sits at his desk.

"we have to film this bit with the period simulator"

matt chuckles out. chris definitely didnt want to do the simulator before and definitely didn't want to do it today of all days. you quickly look over at chris to see if he was up for it considering what he told you mere seconds ago.

"whatever lets just get it over with"

chris sighs out slowly sitting up to get ready.

"you dont have to do this chris"

you sigh out as you all had finally gotten ready for the day and are currently sitting on the couch filming the simulator bit before you guys had to head to a tour rehearsal meeting.

"he has to i did it"

nick exclaims, them both begin unaware of how chris was feeling today.

"nick seriously"

you huff out as chris begins to hook up the simulator.

"hes fine"

matt states as he starts to put the levels on.

"oh that actually hurts"

chris winces. he knew this wasnt good consider he had been fighting the urge to vomit all morning.

"yeah it does hurt doesnt it"

matt taunts jokingly. Chris simply just nods his head continuing to keep down his breakfast and honestly everything he ate the day before as well. chris was currently sporting a new shade of pale.

"can you c-cut stop recording nick"

you rush out as chris nods his head simply.

"you okay dude"

matt asks concerned as he stands up.

"yeah i just need water"

chris quietly mumbles out as nick quirks an eyebrow up at the very statement.

"okay well we have to go for rehearsals"

chris had almost just made it through the day almost. you guys were finally in the store because matt and nick wanted to remake an iconic ice cream they used to get as kids and of course chris opted out because of how he was feeling.

"okay i think we got everything"

nick states proudly as you all are standing in the candy aisle.

"chris do you want these for later"

you ask your boyfriend softly as he makes his way up to you.

"no thats huge im not going to eat that all"

chris states simply.

"dude you act like thats not a two nighter for you"

matt nonchalantly states as that makes chris start laughing a little too hard. big mistake

"what about this chris the mixture of them"

you ask with your back still to chris reaching up on the shelves. Chris quickly lets out a cough with his hand over his mouth, not realizing what he didn't want to have happen all day finally happen.

"oh my god stop recording"

matt exclaims as chris throws up all over your back and on the tiled floor of the store.

"chris"

you gasp out as you attempt to take your jacket off without getting any of it in your hair.

"here lets go to the bathroom before you throw up again"

you state as nick and matt go to find someone to help clean up the aisle.

"that was so fucking embarrassing"

chris mumbles out as he is standing in front of the open toilet in the public bathroom.

"its not your fault at least you weren't throwing up all day today"

you joke out as he immediately gags spilling the remaining contents form his stomach into the toilet bowl.

"oh eww chris you done"

you coo out rubbing his back. He simply nods his head.

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[domnamewoman]

what would shang tsung, syzoth, smoke and rain be like with a gn!witch? who do spell with more natural things, like crystal, herbs, etc... imagine them being like "I found this little rock, maybe you'd like it" and their s/o picks it up like it's a goblin lol. I love your work, u are amazing 🌟

Characters: Rain, Shang Tsung, Reptile, Smoke

Warnings: Witch!GN!Reader

Masterlist

Requests Are Open

“Can you hand me the duck feathers?” You ask, reaching out your hand to Syzoth.

Syzoth picks up the feathers from the table and walks over to you, placing them in your hand.

“Thank you.” You grab the feathers and stir them into the brewing elixir.

“It amazes me that all these random ingredients can be mixed together to create magic,” Syzoth says in wonderment.

“It’s not so much the ingredients than it is the intention of the person mixing them.”

“Hmm, so the real power comes from you,” Syzoth contemplates as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Yes, I guess in a way.” You nod, “But I can’t enchant someone without them being exposed to the potion in some way.”

“You seemed to do a pretty good job of enchanting me,” Syzoth mumbles into your cheek as he places a kiss there, “Making me fall for you.”

“You are so cheesy,” You grumble, loving every part of it.

“I think I might pass out…” Zeffeero pants as he hovers over the toilet.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” You apologize as you rub comforting circles on his back.

“Why”–heave–”Why would you even need a p-potion that induces vomiting?”

“It can be useful to demobilize an enemy during a fight,” You reason sympathetically.

“Except I’m not an enemy who's trying to fig-” Zeffeero gets cut off by more contents getting expelled from his stomach.

“I mean it is kind of your fault. Why would you drink a random liquid you haven’t seen before?”

Zeffeero turns his head to you and glares, “M-My fault? I was thirsty. Why was your potion in the refrigerator?”

“The ingredients had to be cold in order to fuse together properly,” You sigh as Zeffeero is hit with another bought of vomiting, “Okay, I should have labeled it. I’m sorry.”

“H-How long is it s-supposed to last?” Zeffeero pants out.

You cringe, “Two hours…”

“Two hours!?”

Shang Tsung stares at the potion you were brewing with repulsion. He leans over and takes a sniff before quickly covering his nose and holding back a gag.

“You know, I would be most delighted to teach you my sorcery. It is more sophisticated than creating vile concoctions like this.”

“Oh shush, there is more than one way to do magic, Shang. This is mine,” You say as you add five drops of toad’s blood to the cauldron.

“It’s tedious and ineffective in an emergency. You have to spend time brewing potions and then have someone consume it for it to work,” Shang Tsung argues.

“They don’t have to consume it, I can also put it in a bottle and throw it at them like a Molotov. Also, making potions isn’t tedious, I actually find it rather relaxing.”

“What could be relaxing about this horrid smell?”

You roll your eyes before turning to Shang Tsung and raising an eyebrow, “Well if your sorcery is so sophisticated, why don’t you zap away the smell?”

You and Shang Tsung stare at each other, your smile growing by the second. Shang Tsung pompously waves his hand before turning around and walking away.

“I thought so,” you chuckle as you turn back to your potion.

You’re standing in your spell room, organizing your crystals and taking stock of potion supplies when Tomas excitedly bursts through the door.

“Baby, I got you something,” Tomas sings as he walks up to you with his hands behind his back.

“What is it?” You excitedly inquire as you try to peek around him.

“Something almost as beautiful as you.”

“Show me already,” You impatiently demand.

“Ta-da!” Says Tomas as he brings his hands in front of him and extends his fingers to reveal a rainbow-colored crystal sitting in his palms.

“Oh my gosh, Tomas-”

“It’s pretty isn’t it? I knew you would lov-”

“No, it’s dangerous.” You snatch it out of his hand and jog to the front door, throwing it as far as you can away from the house. “That is a lifeforce-draining crystal.”

“I-I just thought it was a pretty rock… I’m sorry.”

You shake your head lovingly at Tomas as you comfortingly rub his arm, “I appreciate the thought, anyway. Just leave the crystal scavenging to me.”

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

Please do Graves x Male reader, where they are exes, but after Graves finds out male reader is dating someone else, he tries to win them back? (can be nsfw or not, don't mind) 😭 btw amazing blog :3

a/n: thank you! I had my VERY late birthday party this weekend so that was fun, and doing requests is a wonderful way to unwind from this weekend haha

minors DNI - kind of dub-con because he’s drunk as fuck and your mean

Phillips was anything but a loyal man, from work to personal life he would lie, cheat, and steal to get the upper hand. It’s what made him the best..

one problem, he was also the most sulking self pitying kind of man, the kind of man that sat in his bed for days when you told him it wasn’t working

he was prideful, he was sinful. He knew that… but he missed you so so badly. It was as if someone had cut a hole through his chest and taken his heart with it, and for once cheap booze and cheaper parties didn’t fix it. Even his men were starting to notice the sadness in his eyes at overly stupid things that reminded him of you.

it made his head, chest, his whole body and soul ache with a clawing need every time without fail, from stupid shows you liked to stupider things you used to say

on one of his far too many bar trips he hazily spotted you, already brushing off his shirt to try to charm his way back into your arms or at least getting you riled up and jealous when he has to do a double take. Some little twink of a guy perched on your lap as if you aren’t his?

okay he’s definitely getting himself over his head now- but he’ll be boiling over with hatred for weeks if he doesn’t do anything, so he steadily walks towards you as if he wasn’t on his third shot and kind of wasted from his light beer chugging earlier

he wrapped his arm over your shoulder, completely ignoring the guy on your lap, sharp smile gracing over him as if he was a living saint and not the person your trying to ignore, sickly sweet small talk dripping out of his mouth until the man on your lap slides off and walks away offended

It gave him some sick pleasure in his drunken haze, seeing your anger bubble up in your words like toxic chemicals. What he didn’t expect was for you to act on his teasing tone and drag him to the dingy bar bathroom- stumbling along as you pulled him around like he was a rag doll.

he couldn’t focus with the bright lights of the bathroom, wincing as his worn knees hit the cold tile in front of the stalls toilet you has dragged him into. His hands gripped at your pants on instinct with your hands tugging at his hair, his lips wet with slight drool as he kissed over the bulge of your jeans

your belt got tossed away pretty fast, his pretty lips sucking at the tip of your hard cock as he tried to get comfort from your touch. There was none, of course. Just rough, like putting a dog into its place by dragging it outside. He couldn’t take it, mind flashing back to when he was happily kneeling on your soft carpets with praise and gifts and adoration. He deserved this, sure- but it still hurt in a way this simple fuck wouldn’t fix

he suckled on your cock slowly, sliding it deeper into his throat every minute or so, gagging on it when his nose was flush with the base, trying not to pull away and cough, too desperate to not ruin the moment he needed so so badly

he didn’t look up at you, too scared to see the lack of love in your eyes- although he could still feel it like a ghost haunting the corners of his dizzy vision, too busy trying to please you to will it away.

he wasn’t quite sure how long it had lasted, but he had came in his pants twice at least, tough fabric against his sensitive nerves making it a overstimulating sensation. His eyes were glossy, hands gripping onto you for purchase as spit and tears soaked down his face to the tile below

He felt you bruise the back of his throat with every buck or thrust of your hips, his body letting out a needy whine muffled by his full mouth whenever you did so. He swallowed when you came, his throat painted white with your cum as you tugged him off of you, sliding your buckle on and calling him a cab in the dingy bathroom before patting him on the back and walking out calmly, as if he wasn’t still on his knees, trying to shake off his feelings and to sit up enough to drag himself back to base..

at least you might text him in the morning… he hoped.

[clocainiac]

HERE COMES THE WLW!!! This was a request from Ao3 for Wembley Greasedinah headcanons so i hope i can feed yall! these headcanons are based off of lilianna and lara’s version because look at the cuties, no look at them, YOU AREN’T LOOKING! ALSO loads of these headcanons are gross and weird because i want them to be, i just love making horrendous headcanons for my favourite characters, the more i love them the grosser the headcanons! ALSO ALSO big thanks to @dove-bunny-love for inspiring some of these!

GREASEDINAH:

- Greaseball and Dinah both fight with their bangs every fucking day like i’m talking WW3 type shit, they will both be in the bathroom crashing out as they try making the perfect bang ratio, its the most stressful bonding experience you can imagine as they try to convince eachother their bangs look perfect.

- Also while they are working together if there’s the slightest hint of wind and their bangs lift up, Greaseball will start cussing out the sky, just verbally assaulting the clouds and all the other coaches have to listen in awkwardness as Dinah comforts GB.

- GB is the prime suspect for stinking out the sheds with body spray, you can always tell where she’s been because she sweats Lynx body spray, SPECIFICALLY the Africa scent. Tassita and Belle will go to the Coaches Shed after a long day at work and just get absolutely gassed by the GreaseMonster sitting on their sofa. GB always has a full stock as-well since the trains at the yard never know what to buy her for Christmas so she gets 50 million Africa Lynx sets.

- Dinah on the other hand smells gorgeous either imagine sugar cookings with a hint of vanilla OR bubblegum by Moschino. Also when Dinah first went for a ‘sleepover’ ;) in GB’s shed she found her 5 in 1 gel and the Lynx bottle army. Dinah was horrified, since then she forced GB to buy separate products for hair and body but GB still doesn’t grasp the problem with her 5 in 1.

- I’m sorry not sorry GB lovers (I swear I do like GB I just give them the nastiest head canons because they are the nasty) BUT GB has the stinkiest, eye watering, gag evoking farts known to man. It’s sulphuric hell, just straight up toilet stench and she DGAF! GB is a straight up villain as-well because unless Dinah is behind her she will crop dust like no tomorrow. ‘This is my back view and it’s all you’ll see?’ no buddy it’s what we can all smell; Dinahs farts literally smell like roses and world peace because she is PERFECT and you LEAVE HER ALONE!

- When it’s root cover up season, GB and Dinah both have to take a weekend off work because it’s a hands on affair. GB can mostly get away with being less precise with dying her hair but Dinah’s has to be PERFECT, like she will spend 12 hours just perfectly separating her hair before she can even use a hint of dye.

- Not only that but the will shed turns into a modern art project with multicoloured splats everywhere which Dinah has tried everything to get it out of the walls and furniture but to no avail so she leaves it up to interpretation for guests.

- The moment Dinah breaches her and GB’s shed, Dinah’s makeup, hair and clothes get shredded off. There’s a humongous pile of bobby pins and elastics on Dinah’s vanity as she meticulously pulls out each one, if GB comes back in time she will skate up behind Dinah and do it for her with so much care, that Dinah can’t help the tears that wet her eyes.

- When GB finally undoes Dinah’s buns and can successfully run her calloused fingers through Dinah’s hair without any snags, she gives Dinah the best head massage you could imagine. She hits all the right spots and the ache of the day just melts away.

- GB is really bad at communication, as in she can’t articulate her feelings properly which is why she’s so rash and reckless because that’s how she feels heard. This means that instead of telling Dinah how she feels she will avoid the question and start talking about something else so it’s like a riddle for Dinah to get the bottom of a problem with GB.

-Also sometimes GB just responds to Dinah verbally with emojis instead of having a conversation. For example Dinah will say “I’m thinking of baking something, maybe some cookies?” and GB will respond with “Thumbs up, Smiley face, Heart” So Dinah is stood there like wtf are you saying…ALSO GB is the most nonchalant texter ever like she will respond with ‘k’ and ‘sure’ constantly which drives Dinah CRAZY.

- GB chews everything, like straws so whenever her and Dinah try to romantically share drinks it gets ruined because the straw has been chewed so much you can barely suck anything out of it. And GB scrans paper. That’s it. No but seriously when GB is bored and reading something (which is rare) she will just start eating the corners of the paper or rolling them into mini toothpicks. So when Dinah picks up sticky notes or letters around the house all the corners will be missing and suspiciously wet.

- Although GB acts tough in the yard she is the fattest snugglebug in the world! The moment it hits 10pm Dinah gets dragged into the bedroom, undressed for skin to skin, then forced onto the bed so GB can entangle their bodies together. Not even for sexual reasons, she just loves being close to her. Many mornings, Dinah will wake up to a mullet in her face as GB’s face is smooshed into her boobs.

- Dinah loves bath time and her personal space! Turns out GB loves these things too! If GB actually realises she’s made Dinah upset, GB will make her a hot bubbly bath with a couple candles (that totally didn’t go wrong while lighting them…) Dinah can’t help but giggle and swoon as she soaks and GB will sit on the toilet nattering with her. I think these two are suckers for the simple domestics.

- There’s always lipstick marks on them! Even a simple kiss on the cheek means a big smudge of either yellow or hot pink/red. Currently GB and Dinah haven’t found a solution or compromise for this, so they just suck it up and go with the flow meaning when they have their rendezvous it’s very, very obvious.

- Whilst Dinahs baking, GB makes it her personal challenge to eat as much of the batter as possible before it gets cooked. This means that if Dinah goes for a two second toilet break she will come to half the batter gone and GB smacking her lips together like a dog with peanut butter as she tries to swallow the evidence. Dinah has warned her about the effects of salmonella but come on this is GB we are talking about she dgaf!

- This is a really silly one but the thought of it made me giggle so hard, you know that video of the Pizza Hut worker who cinched their apron really tight while doing the K. Howard trend from SIX? Yeah Dinah does that every time with her apron and GB still can’t figure out how.

- Cunty eyelashes to the max. You heard me, GB and Dinah have a huge drawer just dedicated to lashes and there is every lash imaginable (even glitter, or multicoloured ones!)

- Sometimes GB will just forget she’s a woman, she will start scratching her ‘balls’ and Dinah will look at her disgusted. In response GB goes “What my balls itch?” And Dinah will have to awkwardly remind her she doesn’t have any.

- Guys I promise I don’t hate GB I just want to squeeze her so tight her head falls off her shoulders. I actually love her sm I want to crush her and Dinah and then use them as play doh.

[vxm1tcxre]

Lemme take a moment to deromanticize 3ds, if you don’t mind.

I have severe bul1m14. for years now, I have been trying to quit bping, only to get progressively worse as time has gone on- to the point where I get lucky if I make it through a single day without binging and pvrging once. On bad days, I will do so up to 5 times. Hell, I even have ever-so-slight bruising on my knees from spending so much time kneeling in front of bags and toilets, among countless other symptoms and places where my 3d has left it’s ugly mark.

Today was my birthday party. A celebration of my life. I had friends over. We visited a fun place in my city. They gave me gifts and we played games.

And did I get to enjoy it? Did I get to have fun with my friends and appreciate spending time with the people I love? Was it a good day? Will I remember it as such?

Of course not.

Like clockwork, I b1ng3d on the pizza and cupcakes my mom bought for me and my friends. I have consumed approximately 4800+ c4lories in a single day.

I have spent the last three hours after my friends went home locked in my room, trying to pvrge, but since I have abused my body so much, my gag reflex barely works. All I managed was to cough and choke up thick, viscous mucus and tiny chunks of pizza crust.

I am so full I can’t move without excruciating pain. I swear I can feel my bloated stomach pressing against my ribs, pushing them out. It feels like I’m about to explode. I want nothing more than to v0m1t- not only because I fear the weight gain, barely at this point. But because I am in such excruciating, unbearable pain and I just want this alien invader of carbs and sugar out of my damn body.

I have shoved an extension cord, the eraser end of a pencil, and the dirty toothbrush with bite marks on the handle from exclusively using it as my tool to pvrge because my fingers no longer suffice as far as they can possibly go down my throat to try and get some relief. Nothing.

I swallowed 3 heaping spoonfuls of baking soda and chugged seltzer water to try and give myself sodium poisoning.

I swallowed about 8 of my adhd pills and whatever antidepressants I had left, hoping they’d make me sick and push the food out of my stomach.

Nothing has worked. I am sitting in my bathroom, because I can’t lie down without acid flooding my esophagus, and praying that my stomach doesn’t burst open from the sheer volume of food I’ve shoved inside myself, begging the universe to not let me die.

I don’t want to die curled on the bathroom floor around my horrendously distended stomach, next to the scale I’m terrified to have to step on tomorrow morning. I don’t want my heartbroken parents to look through my things after I’m gone and find the bags of cold, rotten v0m1t hidden around my room.

Today was my fucking birthday party.

And instead of looking back fondly at this day, looking forward for things to come, I’m crying on my bathroom floor because I’m so fucking f4t and in so much pain I wish I could just sl1c3 my stomach open to remove a single ounce of the pressure against my insides.

But I can’t.

It will never stop.

I will never be able to enjoy days like these.

[darksturnioloqueen]

Sadistic!Matt x Drink

**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of Sadism.**

Sadistic (Sadism - The Act Of Being Sadistic)

Deriving (getting) pleasure from inflicting (causing) pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

⚠︎Trigger Warning: Honestly I get so tired of these... the only warning I can think of is drinking, mention of suicide, invasion of privacy, scared!Sadistic!Matt (I think), probably some more somewhere lmao (also to all my subjects who were DYING to know what the journal said a true Queen keeps her promises <3 ) ⚠︎

Matt was at work. It was time to snoop... again. You were desperate for his journal. You knew his Paradise girl was in there, and you needed to know what he felt about her. He said she was too innocent, but you didn't believe that was the only thing he felt for her. The way she made him laugh when you never had. The way he looked at her. The way he was relaxed in her presence. You knew there was more. There had to be, and you were fully ready to tear the whole house apart this afternoon to find out.

You tore apart the bedroom first in case you missed anything yesterday. Nothing. You moved to the bathroom, throwing toilet paper rolls and shampoo bottles around. Nothing. You didn't even blink before moving to the kitchen. One cabinet at a time, you removed pots, pans, silverware, everything. You grabbed a kitchen chair and used it to climb on the counter to check the liquor cabinets you were too short to reach without assistance.

"No fucking way." You whispered. Right next to Matt's bottle was a brown leather journal you had only ever held once. You grabbed it and opened it, flicking through the pages to ensure it was the right one. It was. You looked in the cabinet and stared at the whiskey bottle. The mental image of him being close to that girl flooded your brain. You felt your heart break remembering how they looked together and grabbed the nearly full whiskey bottle that the journal had been propped on before you snatched it. You grabbed a glass and headed to the one room that was not torn apart. You sat on the couch in your spot and poured a drink. You sipped it three quick times, hoping to gain instant courage to read. You slowly opened the journal to the first page.

Mira. You remembered reading hers the first time, but quickly scanned it again.

'She is perfect. I need her. She agreed to meet for coffee, so I just have to do my best not to scare her away. I haven't tried talking to anyone in a long time. I just need to try.' You stopped reading. You gulped more burning liquid down. You flipped a few pages, noting the names in the corner. You stopped when you saw the name Camilla, a new name.

'She is amazing. I think I want her. We had a decent date, she fucks great. She didn't mind I was a little rough but I couldn't help it. I'm hoping next time I can cu-' You closed your eyes. You hated the fact that knowing this was how he felt about someone else bothered you. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you tried to breathe. You hated feeling the jealousy building in the pit of your gut. It was childish. The worst part wasn't even being jealous; it was that you couldn't stop yourself from the addictive feeling of it hurting you. You opened the journal again further in than before. You didn't bother looking at the names anymore. You just kept reading everyone's entries. His want for everyone. His need for everyone. His love for everyone.

'She is perfect. I like her.' You felt the tear spill over, paving the path down your cheek in case more wanted to follow. 'We had sex, and she liked it rough. It was amazing. I think I found the one.' More tears found their way down your face and onto the page. You closed the journal and set it down to pour more whiskey into the glass. You chugged. Gagging once most of it was down. You were not a big drinker. Matt must have known that. You would never touch the alcohol cabinet unless for a special occasion. He knew.

You opened it back up to read another page. You were looking for her. Unfortunately, you didn't know her name, and Matt didn't date any of the pages, so you had to guess where two months ago would be among all of these women. You kept reading. 'She changed on me. I got too rough or something. She is scared of me. She won't return my calls. I scared her away.' You flicked to a new girl. Same thing. She was perfect, and then she freaked out. The girl after that, the same. This whole journal was a pattern of him finding the 'perfect' girl and them leaving him for being himself.

You flicked faster until a special word jumped out at you. Paradise. Your body immediately had a rush of heat through it. You drank more whiskey, fast. You were not ready to read this page. You already knew it had to be her. She was the only one from the club. You took a deep breath and read her name, Brianna. The liquor caught up to all of your emotions, and your eyes started to mist over. You blinked a few times, letting the tears fall. You had been crying on and off all afternoon reading this fucking book. For a split moment, you think maybe you should put the book down. You shouldn't read it, because you're afraid of what you would discover. Then you remember your heart is already shattered and there is nothing more that can hurt you. You drink more liquid courage, and before the burning in your throat stops, you begin to read about his Brianna.

'I found a club. I don't go to clubs. Paradise is a sex club. I normally just watch but this girl -' You gulped more whiskey. 'She is my type. She is perfect.'  You rolled your eyes. 'We started out just talking. I never talk, but something about it is easy with her.' That stabbed your chest. 'At first I came here just to watch people. Now I come here to talk to her. We usually talk about sex. Haven't had it.' You felt a moment of relief that quickly turned into dread because you knew what was about to happen. 'She broke up with her boyfriend.' Your head cocked to the side. That was interesting. You sat in thought about her just being a rebound fuck for a minute. Unsure if that made you feel better or worse. You turned the page slowly. 'We were taking shots together and she kissed my neck.' You felt a tear slip down. 'I never thought I would fuck anyone in Paradise.'

You set the worn journal down and finished your whiskey glass, letting a few more tears slip out. You rested your eyes in your palms, feeling the alcohol make you dizzy. You stopped crying abruptly and decided to push yourself past your limit. You grabbed the bottle by the neck and guzzled down as much as you could before your throat ached, wanting to push it back up.

You grabbed his book of secrets and kept going. 'It was awkward. She was uncomfortable with my need for pain. She didn't like what I wanted to do. Too soft.' So he didn't lie to you about her. You sucked in a breath of air and looked up letting it out. You stared off at the ceiling as your thoughts swirled around. All the alcohol was beginning to settle into your body. You realized it didn't matter if he lied or not about her. You would never be comfortable with him being so close to her—the way she made him laugh, the way he felt like he could talk to her, the way he was closer to her. Not you.

Then you remembered. You. Quickly, you jumped to find your page again. Written in the corner: Pet. Your eyes were becoming fuzzy, but you were determined to know how he felt about you. You started reading every word. 'Found her online. She is not my type, so she is safe. I'm done trying for love. It can't be real. I'll never love her. The hotel was amazing. She took every minute of it. I normally don't feel bad, but I left her. I can't stop thinking about her. I need more.' You felt a slight tingle remembering his first night with you. Waking up with only the memory of him drove you insane. You needed more of him, too.

'I found her again. I hate her love of pink.' You smiled. 'She is nothing like any of the other girls.' Your heart raced. 'I don't like her. I don't want to. She is not perfect for me.' You were confused. 'She loves pink. She is girly. She is driving me crazy. I hate thinking about her all the time. I don't want her.' You picked up your whiskey glass and raised it to your lips, but lowered it, feeling too drunk. 'I don't want anyone else to have her either.' Your tears slowly stopped. 'I made love to her. I think? I have never done that before.' Your mouth dropped open slightly. You sat a little more forward getting sucked into the pages about you. 'She doesn't just give me gifts, she gives me things that make it easier. Makes falling for her easier.'

"Woah." You whispered, smelling the whiskey on your own breath. 'She cheated on me. She is just like the rest. A lying fucking bitch. She was supposed to be different. She felt so right. Everything was easy, but now I don't want to love her. I can't love her. She hurt me.' Your eyes were brimming again. 'I told her the truth. I told her. She knows.' You felt a flutter in your chest. You could have done without the gun involved, but he did admit to loving you, and that made you feel everything. 'I told her about me. She loved it. She loves me, I think.' You giggled. You playfully rolled your eyes. 'She was so cute begging me to stay. I did. I did for her. I belong to her. I love kissing her. I am starting to understand why getting close to someone feels good. For the first time in a long time, I feel loved.' You ran your fingers through your hair and smiled inside. You made Sadistic Matt feel loved.

'I miss her. When I don't have her near me, I miss her.' Your breath hitched. Reading his journal didn't even feel wrong at this point. You were learning so much about how Matt truly felt about you. 'I need to know if she is the one. I need to test her.' You remembered immediately what this was about. 'I don't meet families. I never got this far with anyone before. Pet is special. I worry about losing someone as special as her. I need my song.' You closed your eyes and remembered his dance. That image of him was engraved in your brain. He was beautiful when he was just himself. 'I met her brothers. It was awful. Now I have to meet her parents. After some thought, I decided I can't lose her. I need her. I love her. And I know she loves me. She is the one.'

You looked at your ring, knowing what was coming. 'She said yes. She is all I ever wanted. I didn't know in the beginning, but I know now I would do anything for her. To keep her.' You started crying again. You felt so much relief in these words. You couldn't even be mad he never vocally expressed any of this to you, because he felt it. That is what mattered to you.

'I need her closer. She needs to be with me every day. I need her every day.' You looked behind you as if you had X-ray vision and could see the cage that always sits next to the bed. 'She better not hurt me. I think I would kill myself.' Your mouth popped open. You knew he was dark enough to commit such an act if you left him or hurt him. You felt the pressure settle in your stomach. 'She is my soulmate.' You covered your mouth and reread that sentence over and over.

'I can tell she isn't happy with me anymore. I got her a kitten. I hate cats.' As if on cue, Paris curled up in her spot next to your thigh on the couch. You stroked her perfect white fur once and kept reading. 'I would do anything for her. I would do anything to keep her. I would die for her. Pet is the one. She is my end game.'

You slowly closed the journal and set it on the table. You couldn't even fathom the words you just read. All the women before you and he knew you were the one. The door slid open. Your panic set in. The house was torn apart. The journal was visible. You had been drinking for five hours, and Matt was home. "Fuck." You whispered. Seeing you sitting on the couch, Matt immediately took in the scene. The bottle he knew to be full was now half empty. A journal with all of his most profound thoughts next to the bottle. He froze. Not in anger, in fear. You were not one to drink, and you read everything. Everything. He felt it. This was the end for you two. "Matt." You tried to sound sober, but all the alcohol was settled in your blood. Enough to the point that if Matt drank your blood, he would probably get tipsy.

"Are you mad?" He stepped closer to you. You stood up and stumbled into his arms. He caught you.

"Did you mean it?" You mumbled slurred words.

"Um." He didn't know which person you were referencing, and he feared that if he answered wrong, you would be gone. You reached up and kissed him, holding his neck to keep you steady. He kissed you back, tasting the bitter whiskey all around your mouth. "You need to get some sleep." He broke the kiss off to speak.

"No, I want you." Your mind was clouded with love and lust for the man who said he would do anything to keep you. You started stripping. Matt felt his waist getting excited.

"Pet, come on." He sighed.

"Come in me." You giggled and stripped completely down. He held your naked body and bit his lip. His chest started to rise and fall faster.

"Come to bed." He whispered down to you. You saw the lust twinkling in his eyes. He held you tightly and carefully walked both of you into the bedroom. "Woah." He looked around the bedroom at the mess you made. "You really wanted the journal, huh?" He chuckled, and you smiled, embarrassed. He set your naked body on the bed and lifted the mattress back on the frame properly.

"Babe, come here." You grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of you. You felt something you had never felt from him before. Resistance.

"Pet." His voice was soft but monotone.

"Fuck me." You whispered and pulled him down into another sloppy kiss. He kissed you back slightly but again broke the kiss off before you were ready to quit it.

"I'm sorry." You stopped grabbing at him and stared at him. You weren't even sure if you heard him correctly. "I won't." You were now confused. Matt was always about breaking rules. Hell, he broke into your house plenty of times. Matt knew you knew how he truly felt about you now. So he knew he could tell you this without it shocking you. "I can't take advantage of you. You are drunk. I won't do it." Your mouth dropped open. Matt, the one who broke into your home wearing a mask to take your body for his pleasure, refused to have sex because you were drunk.

"What?" You were so taken aback by his words that you almost started to feel sober.

"I won't do it if you are drunk. I can't." Of course, Matt had his reasons; he would never sleep with someone who was drunk, but he didn't want to even entertain that conversation with you right now.

"Come on. Take me." You put pressure on him. You started moving your hips against his. His cock grew. "I can feel you want me." You whispered. He always wanted you. You were always on his mind; your body was his favorite temptation. Matt smelled the alcohol again and shook his head.

"Pet. No." His voice was firm and demanding. He rolled off your body and lay next to you. You curled up next to him. "I won't do it."

"Okay." You whispered. His tone of voice was all you needed to know how he felt. You wanted to have drunk sex with the man who was irrationally in love with you, but you knew Matt was in charge. "Can we just cud -"

"Yes." He opened his arm, and you slid over onto his chest. "Go to sleep." He whispered and kissed your forehead. Matt was changing. You were changing Sadistic Matt.

[1heartfanfics]

Hi! Would u be willing to write a John b and Jj sickfic. Where John b gets sick a little while after his add goes missing and is throwing up and has a fever and is just super out of it and ends up breaking down and crying about his dads? Maybe he starts feeling sick at school and dips out of class and Jj follows him and drives him home in the Twinkie when he realizes what’s going on? You can also write it however you want ! :)

They were in the middle of math class when John B suddenly bolted from his chair and darted out of the classroom. Mr. Johnson looked up from the book he was reading at his desk while the class worked on their assignments, but didn't say anything.

He turned to look at Kie, then Pope to see if either of them knew what was up with John B but they both gave him a clueless look and a shrug. He felt his phone buzz after a moment though and pulled it out of his pocket under the desk.

To: Pope, JJ From: Kie Should someone go check on him?

'I got it' JJ quickly sent back. He didn't wait to see their responses before he got up and walked out of the classroom too. Mr. Johnson would probably call the office or something since a second student had walked out of his class, but to be honest JJ didn't really give a fuck.

He glanced down both hallways, trying to decide which way he thought John B would've gone, but then he heard the loud retching coming from the bathroom down the left hall. Shit.

JJ jogged over to the bathroom. "John B? It's JJ," he said as he pushed open the door.

John B answered with a gag and a splash, making JJ wince in sympathy. He took a quick stock of the situation and was relieved to find that they were at least alone in the bathroom. John B was in the first stall on his knees, door cracked open as he obviously hadn't had time to lock it.

"Hey man," JJ said, knocking on the stall door as he pushed it open. John B just groaned. He was slumped over the toilet, head resting on his forearm on top of the seat. His tank top was damp with sweat down his back, but JJ could see him shaking.

JJ crouched down behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. When he received no resistance from the contact, he reached up to feel his friend's forehead, confirming what he already knew; fever.

"John B you with me?" JJ asked.

"Yeah," John B croaked, not lifting his head.

"Good. That's a start. You done in here?" JJ asked.

John B just shrugged slightly.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes. Come on, we gotta get you up off this floor man, this shit's nasty," JJ said, grabbing John B under one arm.

John B didn't say anything, but let JJ manhandle him away from the toilet and into a standing position. He didn't feel very stable, so JJ helped him lean against the side of the stall for support while he reached forward to flush the toilet.

JJ grabbed John B's wrist and pulled his arm around his own shoulders to prop him up, then wrapped his other arm around John B's waist. Together they slowly made their way out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

"JJ please don' make me go back," John B mumbled, head lolling against JJ's shoulder.

"We're not going back dude, I'm taking you home," JJ said, more dragging John B than anything at this point. Thankfully they were able to get out of the side door to the school without anyone stopping them. By the time they made it out to the twinkie, John B was looking pretty green.

"You gonna puke again?" JJ asked as he hauled open the passenger door. John B shook his head but the look on his face was not reassuring.

He managed to get John B into the car, then opened the door to the back to dig around for someone to use as a puke bag. Thankfully, he found a plastic bag that seemed to be hole-free and passed it to John B before heading around to the drivers side.

Normally, John B didn't let him drive the twinkie, but this was an unusual circumstance. John B certainly wasn't in any condition to be driving.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he started the car.

To: JJ From: Kie Everything okay?

'Not exactly. Taking John B home' he typed back. He knew she would have more questions, but he wanted to focus on getting John B home first.

They had barely made it out of the parking lot when John B pitched forward to hurl into the plastic bag. "Shit," JJ muttered under his breath, reaching over to give John B's shoulder a squeeze. He was happy he'd thought to get him a bag or they would've had a mess to deal with later.

"You're alright man, we'll be home soon," JJ said. He was trying to focus on the road, but he spared a glance at his friend and was immediately worried. John B was paperwhite, panting over the bag with his eyes closed.

"Hey, you're not gonna pass out on me are you?" he asked, giving John B's shoulder a careful shake.

"No," John B breathed, easing the panic in JJ's chest a little. Maybe he was a little out of his league here.

Thankfully they made it to the chateau without John B puking again or passing out, which was a relief. JJ parked as close to the house as he could without risking getting stuck in the mud, then got out and walked around to help John B out. As soon as he opened John B's door though, he practically fell out of the car, landing on his knees with a retch.

"Aw jesus JB," JJ muttered, kneeling down next to his friend to rub his back as he puked his guts up again. How did he even have anything left?

"Fuck," John B gasped when he was finally able to catch his breath.

"Let's get you inside dude, think you can walk?" JJ asked, ready to carry him if he needed to. JJ was a lot stronger than he looked.

"Yeah," John B nodded, "Gonna need some help though," he added.

"Yep, I've got you brother," JJ said, looping an arm under John B's to haul him to his feet. As soon as he was upright, John B slumped against JJ's side. "You still with me?" JJ paused to make sure his friend was still conscious.

John B gave a non-committal hum of a response, which wasn't overly reassuring, but it would have to do. JJ more or less dragged John B into the chateau and deposited him as gracefully as possible onto the couch.

"Alright I'm gonna go get some stuff for you. Try not to puke in the next five minutes, okay?" JJ said. John B answered with a groan as JJ headed back out to the front room. He returned a minute later with a trash can and a cup of water.

"Here man, drink some of this," JJ said, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

John B shook his head, rolling over on his side to curl in on himself. He looked so small.

"Look man, I know you don't feel good but you're gonna get dehydrated, you gotta drink some water," JJ tried again.

"I want my dad," John B said quietly.

JJ felt like his heart stopped for a second. Shit. John B hadn't been sick since his dad disappeared, he realized.

"I know buddy," JJ said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on John B's shoulder. They were both quiet for a minute until John B sniffled, breaking the silence. He was crying.

"JJ I'm scared," John B said, tears pouring down his cheeks.

"Aw hey, it's gonna be okay-" JJ started, but was cut off by a sob as John B reached for him. "Okay, alright, I've gotcha," JJ said, wrapping his arms around John B.

And so JJ held his friend, rocking them slowly back and forth as John B sobbed into his shoulder. He vaguely worried that John B might puke on him since he was sick and so worked up, but he decided it didn't really matter. John B needed him. For once JJ wasn't the one needing to be put back together. And after John B had done it so many times for him; taking care of him when he got too drunk or hungover, patching him up when he took a particularly bad beating at home; JJ owed him this, and so much more.

[whats-k-popping]

Hello! For the prompt list, could you write 5 & 49 with Seonghwa as the sick one and San as the caretaker? I love their brotherly dynamic~ Thank you!

I'm so sorry this request is about 9 months old! If you're still here, anon, I hope you enjoy this fic. I really did enjoy writing it and I love the dynamic between these two!

Pairing: Seonghwa x San - platonic intentions, but read as you please

Prompts: "Try and get some food down. Anything" || "Sorry. I'm… I'm really dizzy" 

Words Count: 2489

Warnings: Illness || Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Sickness

San doesn't usually wake up in the middle of the night. He has a very thorough nightly routine that he completes meticulously each evening. He spends upwards of an hour in the bathroom each night, completing his skin care and dental care and emptying himself of anything that might disturb his precious hours of uninterrupted sleep. He swears by this routine. Sleeping in his own bed is a luxury these days, so he doesn't even want to waste 1 precious minute on something as trivial as using the bathroom. 

So he's naturally disgruntled when he wakes in the middle of the night unable to quickly doze back to sleep. Despite his nightly rituals, he still finds himself having to pee at half past 3 in the morning. He blames it on drinking Mingi's leftover coffee. Can't let precious caffeine go to waste either. He only feels a hint of remorse. 

Begrudgingly, he throws the covers off of himself and hustles down to the bathroom. If he's quick, he might be able to get it done without losing the fuzzy feeling of sleep. In and out, then back to sleep. That's the plan. 

That plan comes to a screeching halt when he enters the bathroom to find Seonghwa draped across the toilet seat, skin white as a ghost. And if the sight isn't enough of a clue, there's an overpowering stench of vomit lingering in the air. 

"Hwa-hyung!" San exclaims. He stands petrified in the doorway, like he's awaiting further instruction. He's not really sure what he's supposed to do. Seonghwa is the caretaker of the group, how is he supposed to take care of him. 

Seonghwa lifts his head to look at San, a pained expression on his face and a vacant look in his eyes. He shushes the younger, "You'll-" He cuts himself off with a nauseous burp, "You'll wake Mingi."

Of course, even draped helplessly over the only toilet in their apartment, looking minutes away from comatose, Seonghwa is still thinking about the others. San clicks his tongue. And Mingi, of all people, a historically heavy sleeper. The building could be mid-demolition and he'd be none the wiser. "No I won't," San says confidently. Still he lowers his voice just for good measure. 

The remnants of sleep are gone and he's on high alert now. He knows he won't be able to go back to sleep knowing that his hyung is feeling so miserably unwell. So he enters the small bathroom and closes the door behind him for privacy. He also turns on the bathroom fan, to hopefully ventilate some of the smell out of the room. 

"Don't come any closer, San-ah." Seonghwa stops mid-command to gag. It's unnaturally loud, echoing in the now sealed room, but unproductive. "I might be contagious." 

"I don't care." San replies without thinking, like it's the most natural response in the world. "You need help." 

Seonghwa shakes his head, not making any eye-contact with the younger. "I can take care of myself." He says in such a way that San can't help but be skeptical. "You're younger than me. I'm not your responsibility." 

"You're my hyung," San stands his ground, already resolved to help Seonghwa. At least through the night, he can let Hongjoong know in the morning and they can work out a more long-term plan from there. "And my family is my responsibility." 

Seonghwa looks like he has another objection queued up, but before he can respond he bows his head into the toilet bowl when the formerly unproductive gag returns. This time, a slurry of sick pours out his open mouth. The oldest whimpers and moans as he stomach convulses to get every last drop out of him. 

San notices it's mostly clear and speculates that Seonghwa has been throwing up for so long that he's empty. Since they all ate the same thing, he concludes it's likely a stomach bug, not a lone case of food poisoning. While Seonghwa continues to stare into the bowl, San takes the opportunity to approach his hyung. He crouches down next to him and runs a hand along his back, "You're okay. Get it out. That's good." He whispers sweet reassurances until the episode is over. 

All the tension leaves Seonghwa's body at once, leaving him slack against the toilet seat. San's hand on his back distracts him from the cramping in his stomach, so for now he stops trying to shoo the younger away. The attention actually feels kind of nice, reminds him of home, of being the youngest in the family. Reminds him of how much he misses it. 

The porcelain seat is cold, but San's body is teeming with warmth. He craves that warmth, the comfort that comes with physical contact. It's more alluring than the ceramic bowl. It takes way more effort than it should, but he pushes himself off the toilet seat and into San's open arms. 

San sees Seonghwa's intention and helps him settle in, wrapping his arms comfortingly around his hyung. He uses just enough pressure so that he's hugging, but not squeezing. "Poor hyung, you really must not be feeling well." He soothes, pressing a kiss to Seonghwa's sweaty temple.  

Seonghwa whines, a long drawn out sound that might be an affirmative. He mumbles something about "hurt" and "cold" but all the words are muffled against San's shoulder. 

"C'mon, why don't we get you back to bed?" San suggests. He contemplates getting his hyung in the shower, but decides against it given the elder's weak state. Maybe when some of his energy returns, he'll push for a shower. 

"Couch," Seonghwa counters. 

San's eyebrow raises in curiosity, "You don't want to sleep in your bed. It's much more comfortable than the couch." He recommends, "If you're still worried about waking Mingi, don't be. His door is closed." 

Seonghwa shakes his head the tiniest bit. If San hadn't been critically analyzing his hyung's every movement, he would have missed it. "Not about Mingi," Seonghwa insists. His eyes start to water and his lower lip quivers. "Please, just couch." He begs through a sob. 

Though San doesn't totally understand why, he can tell it's a sensitive topic and surrenders. "Okay, okay," he hushes, "I'll take you to the couch. I'll set up a nice, soft blanket for you and get you extra pillows. Okay, how does that sound?" Seonghwa does like the sound of that, he affirms it with a small "mmhm." 

San pushes Seonghwa away just long enough to stand up on his own. Once he's on his feet, he holds out a hand to his hyung, "Can you stand?" 

Seonghwa holds the outstretched hand, squeezing it with all the might he can muster. He uses his other hand to hold into the edge of the sink, trying to get himself up. He makes it onto his knees, but can't make it any further. With a sniffle, he shakes his head sadly at his dongsaeng. 

San doesn't question it or force anything more from his hyung. He simply steps in and helps Seonghwa to his feet, shouldering much of his hyung's weight onto himself. "There we go, wanna try walking?" When Seonghwa doesn't object, San takes a tentative step forward, out of the bathroom. Seonghwa follows on wobbling knees. 

They make it to the entrance of the living room area when Seonghwa nearly throws himself against the wall. He clings to the wall, slowly sliding down until he's on the floor, head pressed against the wall. San crawls next to him, "What's wrong?" 

"Sorry, I'm… I feel really dizzy." He explains his sudden transition to the floor. "I just need a minute." 

There's a cold hand pressed against Seonghwa's forehead, something to focus on that will hopefully make his world stop spinning. Even with his eyes closed, he feels like he's riding a carousel at 160 kph. "You're burning up." The younger gasps like this is new information. Seonghwa has known of the fever for hours. "And you're probably dehydrated too. We've gotta get some liquid in you." 

A panic shoots through San as he scans the room, hoping that by some miracle someone might be there to help him. But he knows deep down that it's a lost cause. It's still the middle of the night. And the only other person in the apartment is sound asleep. So it's all up to him. "Stay here, okay?" He encourages, "I'm gonna get stuff ready for you." 

Seonghwa just nods, hand resting on his bloated stomach. Without San's cool hand to ground him, his mind is back to whirling around the carousel. He presses his head against the wall and whimpers until San's return. He has no way of knowing if seconds, minutes, or hours pass in his misery. 

San can hear Seonghwa's lonely cries as he passes through the apartment. He starts in the kitchen, setting on a kettle for tea and rummaging through the mostly barren cabinets, swearing up and down that he'd seen a sleeve of crackers lying untouched just a few days ago. When the crackers don’t turn up, San whispers out a curse and peers around for something else that would be easy on his hyung’s stomach. A bowl of jook would be ideal, but that will take a long time to prepare. Seonghwa needs nutrients now. 

He creates a tray of snacks, containing stray food they had in the apartment. He slices up every kind of fruit he could find, microwaves an instant noodle cup and set the flavor packet aside, and he borrowed one of Mingi’s favorite jello cups. San pours the whistling kettle over a peppermint tea bag and allows it to steep for only 1 minute, not wanting the tea to be too strong. Then he adds an electrolyte drink to the tray for good measure before carrying it out to the coffee table. 

He passes through the corridor again, paying Seonghwa little mind. It seems the older has started to drift off as he rested against the wall. San figures it just buys him time to finish setting up the living room. He takes a quick detour to his hyung's room to gather some additional supplies. 

Upon entering the room, San's hit with the smell of vomit. It doesn't take him long to notice the shallow pool of vomit beside the bed. He follows the trail up and sees another small puddle among the bedsheets. It's suddenly abundantly clear why Seonghwa was so adamant about not returning to his room, feeling too sickly to face the mess he'd made at some earlier point in the night. 

He decides to leave the mess for now, recentering his goal of getting Seonghwa nourished, medicated, and rested. He pulls out some fresh clothes for his hyung, figuring that his current outfit is either sweat soaked or vomit stained. Likely a putrid combination of both. 

He forgoes stealing the blankets off Seonghwa's bed and opts to take the bedding from his own room. But he makes sure to pick up Seonghwa’s Star Wars blanket for some familiarity and comfort. It's a child sized blanket. It hardly covers his torso effectively. But it's a great comfort to Seonghwa, especially when he's feeling sick or overly tired. 

Once San spreads out all the blankets to cover the scratchy fabric of the couch, he returns to find his hyung dozed off right where he's left him. He nudges the older awake. “Hwa-hyung, wake up.” He whispers, “You shouldn't sleep here.” 

Ever the light sleeper, Seonghwa rouses, though he immediately resumes his whimpers. “don't wanna get up.” A sob dies out in the back of his throat, “don't feel good.”

“I know you don't hyung,” San sympathizes, “but I have some things set up that will make you feel better.” He doesn't allow time for Seonghwa to refute before he's helping the older man to his feet and guiding him to the couch. 

Seonghwa's whole weight falls onto the couch, ready to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow that San had laid out for him. He draws the Star Wars blanket close to his face and lets out a relaxed sigh. It feels like home. 

“No, not just yet hyung.” San nearly shouts just to get his hyung's attention. “First, try and get some food down.” He gestures to the options displayed on the coffee table. “Anything, please.” 

“Sannie, my stomach hurts” The older man slurs. “I don't think I can eat anything.” 

“Hyung,” San's voice morphs into a gentle scolding tone. “You need to eat something.” 

“No!” Seonghwa whimpers. “I just need to sleep.” 

“You know if the roles were reversed, you'd be trying to make me eat something.” San doesn't back down, despite his hyung's bratty behavior. He gives up on asking, opting to use a bit more force. He picks up the electrolyte drink and points the straw to Seonghwa’s lips. “take a sip.” 

When Seonghwa opens his mouth to refuse, the straw slides between his lips. He manages three small sips before he pushes the straw out of his mouth. “Cold.” He whines. 

“How about some tea, it's nice and warm by now.” San replaces the drink bottle with the tea cup. “Sit up a bit, I'll help you.” 

Seonghwa finally does as he's told. Propping himself up enough so San can tip the cup against his lips. The tea is warm, sends a wave of comfort through his chilled limbs. And the weak peppermint flavor coats his bubbling stomach. Still, he pushes San away before he's finished the cup. He just found this new comfort, he doesn't want to risk it by filling up too fast. 

San sets the cup down, “jello or apples?” He offers, figuring that the noodles may be too much for his hyung's stomach right now. He's not ecstatic, but he's satisfied with the amount of liquid Seonghwa managed to take but just wants a few bites of food in him as well.

He decides on the jello, likely a result of his natural sweet tooth winning out. San spoon feeds him an astounding five bites before he purses his lips and puts a hand on his stomach. “Done.” The sick man insists. 

“Okay,” San confirms. “Take a little medicine, then you can sleep again.” 

Seonghwa nods and takes the pills San hands him. He only sips a bit more of the electrolyte drink to force the pills down. And finally, he lays back down, settling into the couch and curling himself into a small ball. “You'll stay?” He looks pitifully at San. 

“Of course, hyung. I'll stay.” He leans against the front of the couch, resting his head on his hyung's thigh. 

“Thanks, Sannie.” Seonghwa’s breathing starts to even out as sleep overtakes him, “for taking such good care of me.” 

“Sleep well, Hwa.” San also starts to drift back to sleep, the adrenaline of the past hour finally dying down.

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A/N: Sorry again for another long absence in sharing fics. I have a few more request fics I'm actively working on and some original ideas I want to flesh out. I know my motivations have been wavering, but I'll get through them in time. I'm finally starting to feel more like myself again, so hopefully, I'll get out of this funk soon. But I make no promises to timing. Just know that I'm still here, still writing as I'm able to. Please accept this overdue Ateez fic as a token of my gratitude.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. And please call me out for any errors you notice!

🧡 Aki

[miloscat]

[Review] Aperture Desk Job (PC)

Talking and fun, testing and fun.

I realised after three weeks of owning a Steam Deck that I should try this free tech demo that Valve made specifically to demonstrate the capabilities of the Steam Deck. So, I did. It's a half-hour little adventure set in the Portal universe, specifically the old days of Aperture when Cave Johnson was running the place.

The whole thing plays out with a fixed perspective as you sit at your "desk" which happens to have all the same buttons and features as a Steam Deck. Grady, a robot on a stick, talks you through the process with a lot of shenanigans along the way. You start by testing toilets, but a mishap results in the invention of the toilet-based gun turret which leads to some brief shooting sections and things escalate from there until a fateful meeting with Cave himself (in the form of a giant head) caps off the experience.

Without much in the way of challenging gameplay, it's a very directed experience where the writing and gags take centre stage, making it a comedy game of sorts. Unsurprisingly it's very much in the Portal 2 school of humour, and there's plenty of ways for the characters to say similar instructions if you dawdle. The silly turns and asides are amusing, including a civilisation of mantises living in the walls, wanton destruction of Aperture assets leading to imprisonment, and a rivalry with the homewares department. JK Simmons is excellent as always in the role of the kooky CEO, while breakout comedian Nate Bargatze holds his own as Grady, your constant companion.

I suppose I should say something about the Steam Deck itself. The construction is high quality, and the screen is large and bright. The touch panels work quite well when required to simulate a mouse, and otherwise the touch screen serves the purpose. The button layout suits my hand size well at least, although L1/R1 are perhaps the hardest to reach aside from the bonus 3 and 4 buttons which are just nice for when a game requires a remapped keyboard press every now and then (the options for remapping are clear and useful). Although it's large, it's relatively light and comfortable to hold, and the interface is nice and snappy. My main problems with the software have been when I have needed to venture into desktop mode and then got confused, or the system got locked up when switching over. But I appreciate that there's lots you can do outside of the main Steam mode, like installing Linux games or emulators; this has quickly become my go-to device for retro games!

Anyway, I don't know if this is even playable without a Steam Deck, but it's a fun little slice of the Portal universe that's free to download. If it is locked to the hardware that would be a shame, but it certainly wouldn't be alone with the multiple bits of Portal and Half-Life content that are locked to VR headsets or motion controllers. Valve and their experiments eh?

[dude-the-ancient-dragon]

Ok so I have been persuaded to finally share

The Poop Story

on Tumblr dot com. Hold on to your butts.

Ok so I was at work on site A. I get a call, there's an equipment failure on site B and I need to check it out, it's important but not urgent. By this time I was the whole IT department for a major food company for the whole city.

So, I get my stuff ready and start heading out. And then It hits: The twist. Everyone knows the twist, it's your lower intestines letting you know there's a bullet in the chamber that it needs to fire. But im in a Hurry, so I decide to just make the fifteen minute drive and drop the payload on site b.

This was a mistake.

Halfway into the drive the twist hits again, and it's Bad, I need to go now . It is by this moment that I understand that this is no normal bomb, by lower intestine is baking a loaf of pure evil. Im getting the twists, the hot sweats. Five minutes more and im exerting considerable force not to dirty my car.

My folly hits me, I should have gone to the toilet back on base. Im driving into site Bs parking lot and im crossing my legs and tightening my abdomen, so I don't explode right there and end my social and work life forever.

See, because I worked in an industrial setting, there were strict protocols to enter the site. The security personel knew me by name and face, but they still could not let me in without authorization from the warehouse boss, and today of all days that asshole is not answering his phone.

So im exerting all of my physical and mental power not to shit myself there, covered in cold sweats and shaking. "He's not answering, let me try again Dude" says the guard. My Ki is focused on my sphincter, im non verbal, all I can manage is a weak thumbs up, my forehead nearly making a hole on the concrete building. They could probably tell something was deeply wrong with me but I was beyond the capacity to notice or care, im fighting my own battle and boy I am loosing.

A couple of minutes of waiting and the sense of impending doom hits me. "Im gonna have a butt baby" I said to myself. "Im gonna give birth to a butt baby in this guardhouse and there is no human power in the world that can stop it. I am dead, Im walking and shaking but I am dead."

And that's when the man answers. Yes Im allowed in obviously. I don't wait for confirmation, I sprint inside, race to the bathroom knocking over man and beast aside, sit down on the throne with a fraction of a second to spare.

You know how when you go to the toilet, you do your thing and you feel satisfied? Good? At peace? It wasn't one of those. It felt like I was exicising a tumor, like I was giving birth to the antocrist. I carved my name on the porcelain with my fingernails. When it ended I was in pain and crying, It was out, now the healing can begin. All I need is to flush.

And it wouldn't flush. I start to panic. It won't flush. I dumped a biohazardous lump of hate, It needs to go before it kills us all. I try washing my hands, there is no water. I recite the mantra of a thousand fucks. This will kill the whole building.

Thinking fast, I do the only thing I can think of, rapidly improvise an "out of order sign", stealthily tape it to the toilet door and pretend nothing happened. On my way to the failed hardware (I was there to work after all) I find Charkoe, the head of maintenance.

"Hey Charlie, since when is the water out?" I ask in my most casual of tones. I did not mention it was me who essentially made the entirety of this postal code unlivable for the next decade..

"Since today, in the morning, should be back in the afternoon" He does not suspect a thing. I need to leave right now. So yeah, I fix the printer (label stuck in the roller, simple) and flee with both stealth and haste. Before making it out I notice, to my horror, the cleaning people where going into the restroom I had marked and immediately ran out, gagging.

I was not back there for the rest of the month.