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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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the feysand x reader where she punches tamlin is too good😩🙏❤️ he def deserves that bro literally can’t take no for an answer🙄 but i wanted to ask if i can request a part 2 where he is fuming and kidnaps reader back to the spring court and he sees reader as a substitute for feyre maybe👀

Taken to Spring

Poly!Feysand x reader

A/n: loved this concept anon thank you. Feyre is kicking ass in this one

Warnings: kidnapping, violence

Part 1 here

You had decided to turn in early. Court work was getting to you and your mates but you felt extra drowsy. Maybe that nighttime tea was too strong. You bid your mates goodnight telling them not to take too long, never being able to sleep properly without them.

As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out. Curious, you thought to yourself as you drifted. In your half conscious state you swore you heard someone winnow into the bedroom.

——

When Feyre and Rhys entered the bedroom they quickly became confused when you weren’t in bed. Rhys checked the bathroom and the closet but as Feyre slowly approached the bed she froze. That all too familiar scent pierced her nose, throwing her back to one of her worst moments.

He didn’t hide his scent well enough. That rain and earthen smell. Like early spring showers. Feyre thought she was going to be sick. Rhys scented her tears and felt her fear and panic down the bond. He came rushing out of the closet to her side, holding Feyre tight to him.

She started to hyperventilate in Rhys’ arms. Before Rhys could ask why he knew. Knew it was Tamlin. And the two of them were going to tear Prythian apart to get you back.

——

You stir and rub the sleep from your eyes. You reach out to feel for your mates but you’re met with unfamiliar sheets. You shoot up and look around the room. High carved ceilings, lots of green, and a way smaller bed. You start to panic. You know exactly where you are, but unsure of how you got here.

Jumping from the bed you rush to the door and turn at the handle. It doesn’t budge. You pull and push a few more times, banging on the door. You give up and head to the windows. None of them will open either.

Tears burn your eyes, your breathing becomes heavy and quick. You take in the expanse of the Manor grounds. It would be quite beautiful if you hadn’t been brought here against your will.

The door opens behind you. You try your hardest not to turn around but the presence behind you spend an uncomfortable chill down your spine. You take a few deep breathes and face Tamlin.

"Glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling this morning?" Your eyes go wide with anger. Your mouth set in a frown, opening and closing. "I...What?" He smiles at you, taking a few steps toward you.

Your mind is working quickly. Thinking how you could escape or incipacitate him. You speed walk at him, pulling your fist back and throw all your weight into punching his stomach. Tamlin hunches over letting out a groan. You run at the open door. Just before you can make it through he uses his magic to slam it shut, locking you in again.

You start pounding on the door, screaming and grunting for a way out. Tamlin’s arms wrap around you and you begin to thrash in his hold. “Let go!” The male has the audacity to ‘soothingly’ shush you as he sets you on the bed.

“It’s alright pet. You’re alright.” You stop fighting as you kneel on top of the satin sheets. The nickname making you freeze. Pet? What does he mean you’re alright? “Tamlin…what’s going on?” He sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“They we’re controlling you my dear. I had to get you away from them. I can keep you safe here.” He pushes a strand of hair behind your pointed ear. You close your eyes, taking more deep breathes as you fight off your tears.

You scream in your mind, down the bond, mentally scratch at them, anything to get their attention. “Help me! Help me! Please Feyre! Rhysand! He took me!”

——

Rhys notices how still Feyre has gone in her seat. He reaches out, grasping her hand, “Darling, what is it?” She slowly turns her head toward him, “Do you hear that? Hear her?” Tears line her eyes. Then your voice begins to echo in Rhys’ mind. The words so familiar he fell to his knees letting out a sob.

“Rhys we have to go! Now!” Rhys grabbed Azriel while Feyre took Cassian, winnowing to the Spring Court Manor.

——

Tamlin had left you in Feyre’s old room after he put you in one of her dresses. The thing was far too colorful and frilly. He was convinced he saved you they way he couldn’t save Feyre. That you were in danger living in the Night Court.

You felt them before anything happened. The coolness of soothing night had infiltrated the perfect spring day. You felt relieved. Your mates and friends had come to save you.

Pressing your ear to the door you could hear the fight downstairs. Feyre screaming bloody murder at Tamlin. Crashes and bangs and snaps of power echo through the empty halls. Two sets of footsteps thunder down the hall toward the room your being held in.

Someone slams on the door causing you to fall on the cold tiles. You scramble away as the next bang sends the door splintering. You scream, covering your face.

A pair of gentle but shaky hands pull yours away from your face. Feyre and Rhys crouch in front of you. Both of your mates spattered with blood, you assume it’s Tamlin’s, looking wide eyed and terrified. “Are you ok?” She asked softly. You nod whispering yes.

Feyre bursts into tears pulling you into the tightest embrace you’ve ever felt. Rhys rubs up and down her spine while kissing your head whispering soft words of reassurance. “Take me home.” You sob.

Feyre pushes Rhys off of you both and winnows to the River house leaving the males to deal with what was left of Tamlin. She cradles you on sitting room floor as tears silently flowed from both of you.

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ateriblewriter · 1 year

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Mr. Mom (q.h)

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March 2025

“Ugh. Quinn.” You looked over at your husband. You had just gotten sick for the second time that morning, and you were feeling worse by the minute. “Quinny.” You moaned painfully again.

“Honey?” Quinn woke up rubbing his eyes hearing you call out for him from the bathroom. He looked over and saw you haunched over the toilet with pale clammy skin. “What’s wrong?” He rushed over to your side.

“What do you think Q? I’m -” You were cut off once again by another wave of nausea, making you cough up the contents of your stomach once again. Quinn just sat there on the side of the bathtub holding your hair back, and rubbing small circles on your back.

When you were done, Quinn carried you back to bed. He didn’t need to take your temperature, he already knew you were sick and that your temp would be high.

Just then baby Beck started to cry, a ‘wake up mom I’m hungry cry’. You try and sit up only to have your husband gently push you back down onto the bed.

“I need to get the Beck.” You try to get up again, and Quinn pushes you down once again. “Q, please. I don’t feel good and my baby is crying and he’s hungry. If I don’t get him soon, he’s going to wake up Hattie and then she’s going to be crabby for the rest of the day.” You were starting to get a little worked up, you hated hearing your children cry.

“No you need to rest. I’m going to feed Beck, then I’m going to call in and tell them that I can’t come in today. I’ll check in on you in a bit.” The tired father of two rubbed his eyes getting up to get the six-month-old baby boy.

“Don’t forget that you have to heat the milk up with warm water.” You wanted to go get the hungry baby but you also knew that Quinn would be able to handle his own.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Quinn mumbled walking out the door.

Mid Morning

“Hattie girl, what are you doing?” Quinn ask his daughter, who was currently coloring in one of her coloring books.

“Nothing.” She giggled looking at her father. Hattie had taken the stickers from her coloring book and placed them all over her face and arms.

“Trix, those are going to hurt to get off.” he looked over to her and saw what she was doing.

“No they won’t.” She continued to place stickers on her arms.

“Well then don’t come crying to me when it’s time to take them off.” Quinn went back to making macaroni and cheese for lunch.

After Nap Time

“Beck Elias Hughes, stay still. Why do you have so much energy? You literally just woke up.” Quinn muttered to himself as he tried to keep the baby still long enough to take the diaper off and put a new one on.

“I will pay you money if you stay still young man.” That seemed to get Beck’s attention because he sat still long enough for him to get the dirty diaper off. He was just grabbing the new diaper when he felt something warm on his other hand.

“Dude. Really? I thought we out grew this months ago, don’t be like your uncle” He groaned quickly getting the new diaper on before Beck made more of a mess. The baby just giggled and smiled at his daddy. “Yeah you think that’s funny? It’s not. How does Mommy put up with you and all your silliness?” Quinn joked once he was done and washed his hands.

Before Dinner

“What would you like for dinner Trix?” Quinn asked the little girl who was playing with her dolls quietly in the living room. How he had managed to stay sane today while he played Mr. Mom, he will never know. But he made it this far and it was going good so far.

“Mac and cheese.” Hattie looked up at him and smiled widely. She loved mac and cheese. She loved it so much she could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner if they would let her.

“No. You had that for lunch. How about we have pizza or something like that.” Quinn suggested holding Beck on his hip as he looked in the freezer eyeing all the food choices in there.

“NO. Mac and Cheese.” Hattie yelled, she was not going to give in. She wanted her noodles. Even though she had them earlier, she wanted them again.

“Hattie Beatrix. We’re going to have pizza. I know you like pizza. Why don’t you come over here and help me choose which one we should have.” Quinn just chose the entree. He knew his daughter would eat it, she wasn’t a picky eater, and she would like it.

“Ugh fine.” Hattie got up from her spot and trudged over to her father. She wasn’t too excited about this idea, but she was starting to get hungry. “Pepperoni.” She pointed to the froze pizza box her father held out for her.

Bed Time

Shortly before the kids were supposed to be in bed, you were starting to feel a lot better, and you had decided that you would say goodnight to the little kiddos and tell them how much you loved them. You had gotten to Hattie’s door when you stopped and heard the conversation that was going on.

“Daddy?” Hattie snuggled into bed.

“Yes Trixie?” Quinn came over to her bed and sat down on it.

“Can you tell me a story?” She asked rubbing her eyes. She was tired, but still wanted a nighttime story to lull her into sleep mode.

“What do you want the story to be about?” He was still holding the baby, who didn’t want to go to sleep either. He started coming up with fun little stories to tell his daughter. But the answer she gave her was the most surprising thing.

“Tell me about when you fell in love wif Mommy.” She yawned, but still looked at her father.

Quinn smiled. He loved telling his daughter that story. It was his favorite. “Well, when I first met Mommy, I didn’t really like her. I thought she was Uncle Jack’s annoying friend. And if she was being honest, she would say the same thing. But Uncle Jack would say it was love at first sight.” He continued on with the story. By the time he was done, he had two sleeping babies. He placed a soft kiss on Hattie’s head, then he went to place Beck in his crib next door.

When he exited the he finally saw you standing there. “Hey you look a lot better than this morning.”

“I feel a lot better.” You smiled wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you for taking care of the kids today Quinny.”

“It was nothing.” He shrugged and placed he snaked his arms around you.

“I love you.” you smiled. You wanted to kiss him but you knew you probably shouldn’t.

Quinn kissed you not caring that he might stand the chance of getting sick. He didn’t care, he had everything he ever wanted and he wanted to show you just how much he loved you and appreciated what you did with that one kiss.

“I love you too.”

let me know what you think. comments, complaints, suggestions are all welcome.

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cozage · 1 year

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Hi! :)feel free to decline this if it’s not up your ally or you don’t really have anything else to say about it but, I was very interested when you mentioned law having anxiety about if the amber lead disease would be passed down to his kid, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a little offshoot of that (hcs/short fic/whatever format you want) about law and his partner trying to ease each other’s anxieties about it and just how he’d handle it in the long term plus maybe if it wasn’t able to be told if they had it or not before it was born seeing Law finally get to see the kid and his reaction him it having/not having it (it’s up to you what kind of route you’d want to take with that) but anyways it’s just a suggestion because I was really interested once you brought the idea up of how Law would handle something he’s probably tried to block out of his mind since he was young

The post that anon is talking about for reference

Guess what Anon? This is literally the best ask I’ve ever gotten because I think about it ALL the time and all the possible outcomes of that one little thing and I will literally never shut up about it. So here’s some fun* ideas on how I think Law would respond to bringing a child into the world.

*these are not fun they're so angsty it's not even funny

Transmission

Characters: female reader x Law

Word Count: 1k

CW: talk of abortion, talk about loss of pregnancy, talk of fatal diseases, lots of pregnancy angst, (happy ending though if that makes up for it!)

He runs a scan and finds out he has a lot to worry about. You can see the panic on his face and you know your fear was not misplaced. You’re pregnant.

His shoulders suddenly feel so heavy. Like a weight he is forced to carry, no matter how many times he tries to cast it aside.

He doesn’t tell you about the burden. Not yet. You all talk through your options together, and you consider them heavily. You weigh the pros and cons of each option for days, but he doesn’t ever try to sway you one way or another.

In fact, he becomes very distant. He locks himself away in the study, turning through a new book everyday. You can enter his study whenever you wish, but he barely acknowledges your entrance.

One day you’re talking about it with him, trying to decide what to do. It had only been about a week and a half since you found out, and Law’s cold shoulder has impacted you a bit. “What do you want to do?” you ask him.

He doesn’t respond. His nose is buried in a book, and you realize he hasn’t been listening the entire time. You suddenly burst into tears, upset with him and his coldness to you recently. “Just get it out,” you cry, punching at your stomach with your fists. “Get it out of me so we can get back to normal again.”

He looks up, surprised by your sudden outburst. “Hey, Y/N-ya! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!” He jumps up and grabs your wrists to keep you from harming yourself further.

“I’m tired of being alone!” you cry out, tears streaming down your face. “You can’t even look at me anymore! I just want things to be normal again.”

He’s staring at you, unsure of what to do or how to respond. He guides you over to a chair, still holding your wrists, and sits you down in it. He sits across from you. “I need to tell you a story,” he whispers, and he has your full attention.

He tells you the story of Flevance, and of the Amber Lead Disease he inherited. How his entire city disappeared in a matter of years. How there was no cure. How he was the only survivor.

You had known a piece of that story. Law had told you about Corazon and that he had helped secure the Op-Op fruit for Law to find a cure for his disease. But you hadn’t known the rest of the tragedy.

“I’m scared,” he admits, his voice quivering. “Amber Lead Disease is passed down from generation to generation, and shortens the lifespan each time it’s passed on. My sister got sick when she was six. I was supposed to die before I was fourteen.”

“But you got better. You’re okay now,” you reassured him. But you could feel the panic growing inside of you now too. Of course he didn’t want to talk about a child with this kind of trauma weighing on his mind.

“It doesn’t mean that the symptoms are gone. Each generation, the life expectancies go down at least ten years. What if…” he hesitates, and you can feel his grip around your wrists tighten as he squeezes his eyes shut. “What if our child dies before it’s even born?”

You can feel his pain and his sorrow emitting from him. You lean forward and wrap him in a hug, holding him tight. You can hear him choke back a sob, and you allow yourself to cry too. Both of you just hold each other, letting all of your fear and anger and sorrow wash away with your tears.

Both of you start to calm down after a very long cry. “I want to keep it,” you say finally. “I want to try.”

You feel Law nod, and his body relaxes just a minuscule amount. At least he won’t be alone this time. At least he’s cured it before.

During the pregnancy, he’s more stressed than you. It’s a weird relationship having Law as both your boyfriend and your doctor, and sometimes you have to remind him which hat he’s wearing.

He’s always giving you vitamin supplements in the morning and making sure your diet is perfectly balanced. Sometimes you go to eat something and he starts with “as a pregnant woman, you shouldn’t-” but a quick glare will usually quiet him down.

You have checkups and he runs scans on your body at least once a week. There are nights he can’t sleep, his mind riddled with what if’s, and he has to do a quick scan just to make sure you and baby are still okay. He breathes a sigh of relief each time your scan comes back clean, but he doesn’t let himself get too comfortable.

Both of you have your days. Some days you’re over the moon, others you feel like your lives are ending. It’s a hard middle to find. Both of you typically stick to the extremes and manage to mellow each other out while also validating each other's fears.

He cries when he finds out it’s a girl.

He cries even harder when you offer up a name. Cora.

His devil fruit ability makes the childbirth thing insanely easy. The “pain of childbirth” was a foreign concept to you for the most part.

He counts Cora’s fingers and toes, and then counts them again. 10 fingers, 10 toes. She’s perfect. Just looking at her, Law already knows he would die for her.

He wraps his sweet baby girl up in a blanket and passes her off to you. He brushes your hair and kisses your face while you hold her. He’s resisting the urge to run every scan he can think of. You were adamant that the three of you needed a few minutes together as a family before he went full doctor on you both.

Finally you hand Cora off to him. “Go ahead, I know it’s driving you crazy.” He scans her, and finds her completely healthy. No Amber Lead Disease, no sickness, not even a slightly abnormal temperature. Law holds Cora close to his heart and he weeps. For his family, for himself, and for the new generation that’s finally free.

#this is the best possible outcome #i will not pain you all with the other possibilities because law has been hurt ENOUGH #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #cozage #✧˚law✧˚

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In Sickness and in Health | Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing: austin butler x f!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: when y/n wakes up sick in the middle of the night, austin does everything he can to make sure she feels better

Warnings: depictions of nausea and vomiting

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A/N: I was literally so sick just like this the other night and struggled to go back to sleep. in my nauseous state I of course resorted to living in my daydreams of how I wished one of my celeb/fictional boyfriends would comfort me LMAO. so here is the result of that. I honestly don’t think i’ve ever written anything faster. if you’ve been feeling ill hopefully you too can find comfort in this. love ya’ll and make sure to look after yourselves <3

It feels like your stomach is twisting in on itself as you roll over onto your side. Barely able to open your eyes due to the pain, you try to breathe through it. As you go to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth (a practice you know to have helped settle this feeling before) you realize it does everything but make the pain go away.

A rush of distress courses through you as a familiar feeling starts to make its way up from your stomach and in your throat. You’re not quite throwing up yet, but you know instantly that it’s coming.

Careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend, you rip off the blankets holding you down and quickly make your way to the bathroom. As you near the door you feel as if you might fall over. The room suddenly feels like it’s spinning and as you grasp onto the door handle you almost knock your head right into it as you tilt forward.

Grabbing onto the counter in the bathroom you flip the light switch on and groan as the fluorescent lights nearly blind you. Taking careful but hurried steps, you make your way over to the toilet and kneel down on the soft rug in front of it. Your whole body feels like it’s pulsating as you lift up the lids and prepare for what’s to come.

When it does happen, instead of feeling a million times better like you figured you would, you still feel that lightheadedness and your stomach still feels like it’s in knots. Part of you assumes you’re gonna get sick again, but as you stay kneeling on the floor, grabbing at some toilet paper to wipe your mouth, you don’t think it’ll happen anytime soon.

Slowly standing back up, you reach over and flush the toilet, looking away as the little bit of bile that did come up gets flushed away. You walk over to the sink and place your palms on the counter, using it as leverage to hold yourself up as you try to steady your breathing.

Although you have no idea if you’ll just get sick again anyways, you open the drawer that has your toothbrush in it and begin to brush your teeth. You can’t stand the way your mouth feels and tastes after you throw up, so it’s urgent that you get rid of the feeling as soon as possible. As you begin to brush you take in the fact your throat is sore from the coughing and stings a little over the acid that remains. The whole situation makes you wince.

Once you finish, you take a step back from the sink and try to stand on your own, seeing if you can sense any feeling that you’re gonna get sick again as soon as you walk out the bathroom door. You feel fine-ish.

Ugh.

Looking in the mirror you take in your appearance. You look sick and the added bedhead from what little sleep you got doesn’t help. You honestly just want to go lay back down but you’re scared you’ll just have to get right back up again if you do.

You feel as if you should’ve seen this coming. When you had dinner earlier, there was just something about it that wasn’t settling right with you. The meal was something you’ve had plenty of times before, but it was off this time. As soon as you were done eating you felt like everything was just sitting there in your stomach and the leftover taste that hung around in your mouth did nothing but make it worse.

After a while you felt like you were fine, you figured maybe you just ate too fast or too much, but there was this tiny thought in the back of your mind that suggested it wasn’t either of those at all. You should’ve figured it would come back to haunt you. Oh how you wish you would’ve been wrong.

Deciding you’ll deal with getting sick again if and when it happens, you move to head back to bed. Making sure to turn the light off before opening the door, so not to wake up Austin, you pull on the handle and welcome the cool air that hits you as you walk out of the bathroom. The room feels less like it’s spinning now, but just to be on the safe side you shuffle slowly to your side of the mattress.

As you carefully sink yourself down under the covers, not wanting to make any sudden movements that could make you sick again, you try to get comfortable. Letting out some shaky breaths, you lay flat on your back thinking it’ll somehow settle everything going on in your body. Who knows if it’ll work but it’s better than laying with your neck bent and making your head hurt more.

Staring up at the ceiling, you place one of your hands on your lower abdomen, hoping the heat and small pressure of it will relieve the pain. It’s barely any use though, maybe if you can steady yourself enough to get the heating pad-

“Baby?” A groggy voice says from beside you. Turning your head to the side, you watch as the blankets slip down Austin’s bare chest as he sits up and rubs at his eyes. “What’s goin’ on? Are you okay?”

Even though you didn’t want to disturb the blonde while he was sleeping, there’s a part of you that’s glad he woke up. God knows he’s one of the only people that’s always able to make you feel at least a little bit better. Barely above a whisper you say, “I-I threw up.”

It’s as if the mere mention of you being sick sets off alarm bells in Austin’s head. In an instant he looks wide awake and moves closer to you so he can assess the severity of everything. “What? Are you alright? Want me to turn on the light?”

Your boyfriend moves to turn on the bedside lamp but you quickly reach out and grab his arm, the movement causing your stomach to lurch. With a newfound queasiness you say, “No! Please keep it off, my head is throbbing. The bathroom lights were enough for me.”

Austin nods his head and moves back towards you. Even with just the little light coming in through the windows from outside you can tell he’s concerned about you. “Was it dinner? I know you said you were feelin’ a little queasy earlier.”

“Yeah, I think so. I thought I was fine when we went to bed, but I woke up and my stomach was in knots, still kinda is honestly.” You grasp at your stomach and twist your body a bit as a wave of cramps goes through you. That feeling of something working it’s way up returns but thankfully it passes after you take a deep breath.

“D’you want me to make you some tea? I just got this new box of chamomile from the store. I bet it’d help.” Austin grabs at the blankets still laying over his waist, ready to jump out of bed at your request, but you just shake your head. You doubt you could even handle a simple tea right now.

“That’s okay, thank you though. I’m just really tired and want to try and get through this.” You meet Austin’s gaze as best you can in the dark and try to get it across to him that you really will be fine. You know this is nothing to worry about and all you really need is some rest and to have him by your side.

“Alright, sweetheart. If you need anything, though, don’t hesitate to ask.” The blonde leans over and delicately moves some of your hair away from your face before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I don’t wanna suffocate you so I’ll just stay over here on my side, but just know I’m right here for you.”

You give him a small smile before repositioning yourself as the cramps in your stomach pass. You can feel Austin staring at you and it warms your heart to know how worried he is for you. He’s truly the best and you’re so grateful for him every day.

A thought crosses your mind as you go to place your hand on your lower stomach again. You may not be able to wrap yourself in Austin’s arms for fear of getting overheated, but you can think of something else he can do to help and allow you to feel close to him.

“Hey, Aus?” you whisper, turning your head to the side once more.

“Yeah, baby?” His deep voice rumbles through your body and the sound alone has you feeling more at ease.

“Can I see your hand?” Your boyfriend’s expression turns to one of confusion but he doesn’t question it as he holds out one of his hands. You grab on to it, lead it under the covers, and place it gently over the area of your stomach that aches the most. Looking back over at him you say sheepishly, “Human heating pad?”

Austin throws his head back and you smile as you watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he lets out that honey laugh you love so much. “For you? Anytime.”

The two of you get situated for good this time and as Austin lays his head down on his pillow, he’s careful to not jostle his one hand around too much, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible.

As you settle in and continue to steadily breathe in and out, you reach down and lightly hold on to Austin’s hand, wanting to still be touching a part of him as you try to stabilize yourself from this apparent food poisoning.

Your eyelids begin to feel heavy as your stomach pains slowly dissipate due to the soothing feeling of Austin’s warm hand. Just as you start to drift off you hear your boyfriend utter one final term of endearment.

“Sleep well, sweetheart.”

*****

When you wake up in the morning, from the brightness of the sun alone you can tell you slept in.

Rolling onto your side you brace for the inevitable drop of your stomach and buzzing in your head, but you’re shocked when it doesn’t happen.

Slowly easing yourself up to a sitting position in bed, you pinch the bridge of your nose as a tiny wave of nausea sweeps through you, but after a few seconds of stillness it fades. Your stomach feels much better, there’s a bit of an ache but it’s nothing compared to how it was last night.

“Hey, you’re up.” Looking over you watch as Austin comes into your shared room holding a glass of water and some medicine. “I brought these for when you wake up so perfect timing.”

Reaching out, you grab the glass and medicine and as Austin makes his way around to his side you down the pills, feeling grateful for the fresh water and hoping the medicine will take away the rest of your stomach ache. “Thanks, Aus. Hey, what time is it?”

You’d look on your phone but you don’t want to risk triggering your headache again by staring at a screen just yet. You wanna savor this moment of headache free living just incase you turn out to be more sick than you thought. “Just after ten, I wanted to let you sleep in later than usual. You need all the rest you can get. How are you feelin’? Any better than last night?”

The blonde inches closer to you on the bed, looking for any signs of further illness. It was hard for him to see you clearly last night in the dark, but from what he can tell you definitely don’t look too bad. “I feel better than last night for sure. There’s a tiny bit of nausea still but honestly I’ll take it over whatever was goin’ on last night. That was awful.”

You frown at the memory but it doesn’t last long as Austin leans over and plants a soft kiss on your cheek, leaving a warm feeling behind. “My poor girl. M’glad you’re feelin’ a little better, though. Today I want you to just relax and try to get some more rest. I know you think it was probably just the food we had but just incase. I don’t want you gettin’ any worse.”

You smile at the man, feeling so appreciative for his attentiveness and care. “Will do, Doc.” He smirks at you and rolls his eyes before helping you get readjusted in bed.

“Just like I said last night, if you need anythin’ just ask. I’ll be here ready and waitin’ for as long as I can be.”

As your boyfriend begins to readjust his own pillows, clearly set on staying in bed with you, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and happiness. No one’s ever cared for you the way Austin has and no matter how much time passes from when you first started dating, he still treats you like the most important person in the world.

You know that he probably didn’t get much sleep after he woke up last night, no doubt wanting to stay alert incase you needed him. It’s just the type of person he is and it melts your heart. You do feel bad about it all, though because you know he has things to do this evening and losing hours of needed sleep is no doubt going to make it hard for him to stay focused later.

“Thank you for taking care of me, especially last night. I didn’t mean to wake you up or worry you. I know you have a bunch of meetings later and you needed your sleep I just-“

Austin holds up a hand and from the look on his face you can tell he’s having none of this. “Don’t feel bad. You had no control over gettin’ sick and I would never hold that against you. Even if I had to be up at five in the mornin’ I still would’ve stayed up all night with you if you wanted. You’re my girl and I’m here for you no matter what.”

You don’t know if it’s your illness that’s making you emotional but suddenly you find your eyes filling with tears and the biggest smile spreading across your face. “I love you so much, Austin Butler, you know that?”

“You might’ve told me once or twice.” Laughing, you lightly hit Austin’s arm in mock-hurt before making your way into his embrace. As you nuzzle into his side you listen in as he goes to say something else. “It’s you and me, in sickness and in health, remember?”

Tilting your head up to look at your boyfriend you say, “Baby, that’s for people who are married! We aren’t married.” Giggling, you place your head back down on his chest, finding comfort in the sound of his steady heartbeat.

“Okay, true, but one day I am gonna marry you and then that saying will be for us.” Austin grabs your left hand and you watch as he begins to fiddle with your ring finger. You can just imagine the ring he’ll get you, can see him standing at the end of the aisle watching as you walk down it towards him. It’s a dream, one you have no doubt will come true someday.

So as you picture this, your nausea no longer taking up the forefront of your thoughts, you say breathlessly, “I can’t wait.”

#austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler imagine #austin butler imagines #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler fluff

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bubblybellyblog · 2 months

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ohhh my tummy is so so so sick... i decided to have an indulgent night at home, and so i ate two huge helpings of cheesy, rich pasta and a huge slice of chocolate cake and had lots of red wine.

i just didn't think about how i was feeling until i stopped eating and drinking, and all of a sudden i was just left with the most poorly tummy. it was SO round -- i looked 8 months pregnant -- and it felt so tight and bloated that i was literally about to explode. i could feel so much acid creeping up my throat, and i kept having these shallow burps that just kept bringing my stomach contents further up my throat. i could feel everything i ate just packed so tightly in my very very very sick tummy, and i could feel that absolutely none of it was going to digest.

i felt so woozy and queasy all of a sudden, so i went to go get a big bucket to sit with on the couch. i hunched over the bucket and breathed heavily and burped, whilst i could still feel my poor tummy expand more and more.

when all of a sudden, BLEHGH, a HUGE violent wave of sick tummy contents just gushed out of me. literally nothing had digested whatsoever -- it was just a massive wave of pasta and congealed cream and wine with chunks of chocolate. i only managed to gasp before i projectile vommed an even bigger wave, that was super chunky and yet so watery. i groaned as my tummy ached and cramped and brought up at least 4 more waves, until the bucket was over halfway full. each wave hit the bucket so forcefully and made this super harsh sound, and i barely had to retch to bring it up -- it just poured out. it was as if the food had nowhere else to go but up and out.

my tummy is very very poorly and honestly i don't feel much better. i emptied out the bucket into the toilet and seeing all of the undigested pasta floating about made me feel so sick that i vommed again, and i am still hunched over the toilet bringing up smaller waves of my dinner :( the cramps are so bad and my tum is so rumbly and hard still! i hope this wasn't tmi haha. if you have any ways that you would make me feel better at all, or things you'd like to know, let me know :)

🌸

Ohh hon, I’m so sorry this is late and so sorry your belly went through that. It’s not TMI at all, in fact - recently I’ve experienced something very similar. It’s so horrible with our tummies can’t handle something we’ve eaten, and the symptoms related to that are…ugh.

Have you felt better at all or is your tummy still turning?

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ohnomytummy · 4 months

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Urgh... I have the stomach flu. I caught it at a 3 day festival I went to.

The first day was fine, I set up our tent and spent the whole 24 hours listening to the artists and having fun. I do remember noting that the nurses station was quite full.

After I went to bed on the second day, I woke up feel queasy. But I shook it off and went back on the dance floor.

A couple of hours later, some dude leaned over and puked right in front of me. This made me loose the fragile grip on my stomach that I already had, along with a number of others. I think all up, there were about 15 people uncontrollably vomiting.

I went back to the tent where I just got worse. I tried to sleep but I just kept getting sick from both ends.

They ended up finishing the festival 12 hours earlier then was planned because literally everyone, even the artists, had caught it.

Now I'm at home, still being sick from both ends. Yet somehow, even with the pure liquid that is coming out of me at both ends, my stomach is somehow rock hard??

So I'm curious. What would you do if you were with me? Would you catch it too? If not, what would you do to my poor tummy?

(Quick note: I'm into tummy torture and humiliation as well :)) )

😳🥴 I’m sorry…this sounds like a fantasy I didn’t know I had???? Wowowowow…how do you hold in such a kinky situation when everyone else is so…*gulp*sick….

Anyways….fuck…okay…

I have never gotten a stomach bug in my life. Not a bad one anyway. So I’m gonna pretend, if I WERE to be there with you (moans), it’d be as an innocent bystander. Maybe I don’t go with you, but I see you from across the tent and think you’re cute. I’m already turned on from watching people get sick all around us. Poor babes. Such poor tummy’s. So weak…not strong like mine ;)

The music is loud, and despite the chaos, I’ve been watching you wrestle with your tummy for the last hour. I’ve been paying attention to your stomach slowly bloating, the heave of your chest as you hiccup and burp, the way your hands brush innocently against your gut. I can tell you’re either clueless about your belly ache, or lying to yourself.

When the stranger hurls his insides in front of you, I remind myself to thank him if I see him because I know you’ll soon have your first trip down the hurl train to. And of course, I’m right. I watch you puke all over your shoes, barely missing the guy who puked on you. Using the moment as my opportunity, I approach you quickly and encircle my arms around your waist.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. Let’s get you back to your tent,” I whisper in your ear. I rub your sides as we walk, you wipe your mouth every so often, but otherwise your arms are wrapped tightly around your belly. I feel your belly gurgle and the hiccups build. You softly moan, the short trip making you feel worse.

When we get to your tent, I gently strip you. “We’ll keep your clothes for when you’re well. You’ll mess them in this state, and then what will you wear?” Each movement you make causes a cramp and painful gas, making you pause, but you do as I say. Despite not knowing each other long, you’re already begging for me to rub your sore tummy, to pop the sick bubbles and let up the gas trapped inside you. Your shyness is nowhere in sight. You’re blinded by your horrible infected belly.

“Where are your trash bags?” You point with a soft moan. In the quiet of the tent, we can both hear your belly’s sick groans and gurgles. I grab a bag and hold you in my lap, opening the bag in front of you.

Without warning, I press into your rock hard belly. You gag and a flow of sick comes up and into the trash bag. “I knew you needed to release. Your tummy can’t even handle a little stomach bug. Look,” I put my hand over your lower tummy. “You’re already filling back up.”

Over the course of the night, you go back and forth from my lap puking, to crouching over a hole, clutching your stomach and moaning or praying to god to make it stop while I tease you and press hard into your tummy, making matters (and the mess) worse.

Must’ve been one hell of a festival…shit

#anon #seriously…wow #I’m so turned on by that image #tummy fantasy #(I’m totally picking these at random lol)#answers are answers

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icaruspendragon · 1 year

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cw: grooming, suicide, mental health

i know a lot of times when we see/hear the word grooming we think of a certain kind of victim of a very particular crime. to help clarify, i’m gonna give a concrete definition for what i’m taking about

so finding out this is something that’s been happening to me for the past few months sure hasn’t been, ya know, great. and i don’t feel great about it or myself.

nearly every. single. box. i get to check almost all those boxes. fortunately, the sexual aspect isn’t a facet of what i went through.

idk. i’m just. i’m hurt. i feel violated. i was manipulated and lied to and gaslit and taken advantage of and used. i feel used. and i think the worst part is that i’m still scared to talk about it. because the people involved would make my life even more miserable than they have already if i named names. they’re still finding ways to hurt me even in my silence. and i just. i don’t know what to do. i don’t have the mental fortitude to deal with the fallout that would happen if i said something but i feel an obligation to say something because this exact thing is still happening to others. i feel trapped.

i’ve talked about it in therapy. but i just don’t know how to deal with it. especially because all of the sudden my brain decided it was time for me to start processing my brother’s suicide. and this abuse started to happen literally days after he died. i feel like an emotional live wire. i cannot stress enough how much i’m not having thoughts of harming myself but i feel so used and so empty and so tired. and i can’t even talk about it. not really. not unless i wanna make it worse.

i managed to finally get out and i’m still scared of what they can do to me.

how the fuck do you handle this? what do i do now? because i feel sick to my stomach with fear and anxiety making this post but i can’t have all of this floating around in me anymore. i had to let some of it out. and i’m scared about what’s going to happen to me now.

that’s why i’ve been online less. that’s why the quality of what i have been putting online hasn’t been the best. between finding out i was emotionally and mentally manipulated and abused for months by people i thought were friends and being treated subhuman at work. i’ve had all the life zapped out of me.

that’s part of why i’m pushing patreon so hard right now. so i can at least leave my job and hope that doing so will free up the mental and emotional space to address the fact that at twenty-five-fucking-years-old i got groomed.

something has got to change. i feel like i’m at the end of my rope and that rope is about to snap.

once again, i’m not having any dangerous thoughts. but i feel like i’m on the cusp of a complete and total mental breakdown.

i just wanna catch a fucking break, man. it really does feel like one thing after the other.

so yeah. i’m scared and sad and empty and i feel dirty and used and violated and it’s sucking every ounce of joy out of me. i just wanted to focus on being able to be creative full time. on making people smile and laugh. on helping others. that’s all i want to do and now i barely have the energy to shower.

it’s not fair. after everything i’ve been through i get to add another thing to the list and it’s just. not. fair.

it’s been a really, really hard couple of weeks on top of having and really, really hard past eight months.

anyway. that’s why i’ve been like this recently.

if any of that looked/sounded familiar, here’s the site i got the info from. you should check it out.

and maybe talk to your therapist.

#personal post #suicide cw #grooming cw #mental health #fellas what do you do when you’ve been taken advantage for months during the worst time of your life by ppl you thought cared about you?

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winns-stuff · 1 year

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LO RANT/VENT:

Umm so I haven’t been too active, life’s been manageable and my grades are actually doing amazing so I now will give myself a small break. But with the fastpass and yes I will vaguely talk about it because this has to hurt more than ever for me.

I am going to let it out and just say that I absolutely hate Lore Olympus. I have no tolerance for it anymore and I deeply despise it, and before anyone tries to come at me I have every fucking right to especially after this stupid ass fast pass with Demeter. This entire comic has been the most invalidating experience I’ve ever had to witness in my life, it is an insult to my youth, an insult to my feminism, an insult to my community, an insult to my culture, my trauma, and even my identity as a whole. I’ve been really quiet about it because I’m used to people stepping all over me and completely disrespecting me but I can’t do this anymore. Nothing has made me more sick than reading all of this.

Now you may be wondering why I say all of this in the first place and I’ll tell you. I’ve been informed (MAJOR SPOILER SO PLEASE JUST SKIP THIS) that Demeter gets manipulated into having sex with Zeus and shes obviously heartbroken and feels taken advantaged of yet the whole narrative of the situation still paints her as a fucking villain. I’m going to be a little personal with this but the reason why I have such a huge issue with this is because this is the exact same thing that happened with my mother, unfortunately she was coerced and manipulated into having sex with her then boyfriend which in turn got her pregnant (with me) and made him furious, he wanted to abort me while my mother refused to do so so he started harassing my family until he finally got arrested. To see this exact same situation be played in a way that Demeter isn’t the victim and she’s just bitter and jealous when this obvious traumatic thing happened to her makes me sick to my damn stomach. This stuff happens to real people all the time Rachel you cannot just handle these things with such ignorance all the fucking time, you can’t just say your comic validates trauma when you’ve belittled one of the most fucked up shit you can do to a person.

Then to top it off the comments are no better, they’re all victim blaming and incredibly insensitive. I’ve seen people literally call Demeter a bitch in her own story about her own fucking trauma, they’ve said that it was her fault, that she should’ve known better, that she shouldn’t have trusted Zeus. All of these things have been said to my mother as well, every last phrase has been said to my mother and it’s gotten to a point where she blames herself for the situation. There’s genuinely no words to describe how incredibly angry I am, I’m so just over everything with this comic and I want people to understand how harmful things like this are. I don’t have any real words except that I’m sorry to everyone who’ve ever been through something similar, if you had to read any of those comments I’m so incredibly sorry. I’m sorry to my mother as well because the same people who have been invalidating her and blaming her for her own trauma are continuing their fucking rounds with stuff like this.

People like that genuinely make me sick. How are you going to blame anyone for trauma or traumatic situations that happened to THEM, what the hell did you not fucking learn about this??? You’ve watched Persephone going through all of this stuff and literally suffering and you’ve seen how much of an emotional toll it’s had on her yet after seeing all the struggle that it puts people through you still decide to say stupid shit like that. What makes all of this even worse is if this was Persephone or Hades no one would’ve said a thing, everyone would’ve been supported and validated her whole experience yet if it’s any other form of trauma that they don’t count as important or even relevant they’ll dismiss it and belittle it. I’m so sick of this shit, at some point Rachel is going to have to get involved she’s always proclaiming how mentally aware Lore Olympus is and she has nothing to show for it you can do something now by actually calling out your horrendous fans (obviously the ones I brought up) for their disgusting actions.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

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evansbby · 2 years

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Ok but what if.....

Omega gets sick. I mean we all are pretty clear on the bug issue that went round the campus - Omega is preggo. BUT what if she was just simply sick.

I'd love to see Steve try to be soft but still tough cause he ain't no jelly boy apart from when he's drunk (istg that drabble is my fav one after fairy's woes).

I feel like Omega would be literally snuggled or rather buried under a thick pile of fuzzy soft blankets with Steve Jr in her arms. (If he was alive that is) I imagine her to silently assure Steve that she won't need any soup for her illness while Steve squints at the recipe book.

He'd be so irritated and just want someone else to do it but also he just wants to make sure it's perfect for Omega. Meanwhile this might be the most interesting thing Steve Jr. witnesses. " You know how to care for mommy? Well, hallelujah! You ain't all ice, after all!"

What do you think? Would Steve actually make any voodoo secret medication or just hand it out to someone else?

~A <3

Ooh I think I’ve answered this before! And I said that poyt!Steve, when he finds out his omega is sick, he’d at first try and downplay it bc he still wants to have sex with her.

So omega would be like “but Steve, I’m sick.” While he’s kissing and undressing her and Steve would be like, “Shhh baby, don’t worry. All you have to do is lie on your back and let me do all the work. I’ll only put the tip in, I promise.” He’d lie bc he’s come home from practice and he’s super horny, “You can even go to sleep, I won’t mind. Just gotta feel you… I’ve had a hard day too, you know.”

But then Steve would feel how hot omega’s skin is and how she’s sweating and feverish and shivering, so he’d inwardly be like “Damn… for fucksakes.” Bc he wanted sex 😩😩😩

So he’d kinda just… let her be because he doesn’t know how to handle a sick person! He’d eat his own food and offer her some but she’d politely refuse bc her stomach can’t handle it. Then he’d play some games on his phone bc he doesn’t know what to do💀 until he hears soft sniffling and realises omega is crying bc she feels all uncomfy and sick and her head hurts!😭

So Steve would be like “there’s painkillers in the bedside table drawer.” And omega would try and get them but she’d be too weak. And Steve would realise that she needs to eat smth before she takes a painkiller so he makes her one of those ready made soups that you just have to heat up. Then he’d feed it to her bc he likes it when she’s all helpless. And this would also make Steve realise that he likes taking care of his omega bc she’s all dependant on him and needs him for everything😏

And omega’s like, “I’m sorry, Steve. I know this is a huge hassle. You should go to sleep, I know you’re tired.”

And Steve (who is secretly very much enjoying being a caregiver) is like, “Aww, my poor baby omega. Got yourself all sick, didn’t you? It’s a good thing daddy’s here to take care of you.” And he’d coo and baby her and get all horny bc it’s turning him on how weak she is

BUT ALSO he realises he really likes taking care of her: spoon feeding her and carrying her to the bathroom and even bathing her— he loves it all!! He won’t let her know, though… in front of Bucky and Sam, he’s all like: “it’s such a fucking hassle taking care of her.” But he actually looks forward to it, lmao. So when he comes home one day, all ready to feed her soup and cuddle with her, omega is up on her feet and all better and Steve’s just like “….oh.”

Then he proceeds to fuck her bc she “owes” him for lost time 😩😩😩

#BYE why is this so funny #anon #poyt ask #poyt drabble #a<3 anon

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suckmybigtoeoikawa · 2 years

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Hello, I saw your request page. Hopefully, requests are still open. If they are, can I please request some headcanons sfw or nsfw for Keigo(Hawks), Taishiro (Fat Gum), Toshinori (All Might), and Enji (Yes, Endeavor.) With a curvy bbw, beautiful black woman, big beautiful woman. (We thicc girls need love too) I can never find any good ones. They're all so lame. If Enji isn't someone you can't do, maybe you can do (Hizashi) Present Mic. I know a lot of people hate Endeavor, for good reason but I like the direction he's heading. And honestly, the idea of him being put into his place by a tiny sassy black woman, I live for it.😌

dawg i’ve been on break for the longest but i gotchu 🤝

n since i literally haven’t wrote in like an eternity imma do endeavor ans present mic, yk gotta spoil my bby😩

i went over board with hawks…

Keigo

aint no way this man not gonna date a black girl

on top of that i imagine her being thick/plus size so like 👀

Keigo is a ass man for sure ain’t not way this man ain’t about the ass

you’ll catch him staring at you ass or always wanting to feel it

he just wanted to touch you all the time

ONTOP OF THAT HE’S SHAMLESS ABOUT IT TOO

there’s a photo of you guys in public and s his hand is right on your ass while he’s grinning at the camera.. stg that got some news going

he’s the type to like hold onto your stomach, or like play with your stomach fat

and it’s lowkey annoying but he just can’t help himself

everyday there is constant praise for your body, like literally he’s always saying something slick but ofc in an endearing way stuff like

“hey do a 360 for me… now just do a 180.. gah dayum”

“but like wouldn’t it be funny if you just like.. say on my face.. hahaha.. i’m being serious.”

SPEAKING OF SITTING ON FACES, he’s like the type to threaten to throw himself off a building just so u can sit on his face, you think i’m playin he don did it before he will not hesitate to strike again…

whenever you do sit on his face he’s always pressing your cunt down deeper into his face, he wants to taste every part of you

he’s the type to grip your ass when your riding him, he fr act like he can’t handle it but chileeeee

he will have you everywhere

he’s also the type to show u off, like seriously people are sick of him

“look at my baby” this nigga squealin

but yeah he’s so sweet, his heart beat faster when he’s with you and so does his cock 🤭

Taishiro

literally will carry you, like stop bro he’d carry you all over the place

he’s so sweet towards his s/o he thinks you could fr do no wrong cause you just so cute to him omfg

and i cannot stress this enough .. he’s obsessed with you like your literally the first thought on his mind :((

another tummy grabber

he’ll hug you from behind and grab your stomach and just continue have small talk with you like he’s not using you as a personal stress ball

OMFG

he would kiss your stomach too like dawg whattttt so fucking cute

he’s all about body positivity so he loves when your feeling yourself in a nice outfit

especially when all your assets look good, shooooot he gonna be like “come here girl”

he’s also the type to squeeze your cheeks, on your face or the other ones

also kiss your cheeks :(((

he also wouldn’t care if your big spoon or little spoon but he prefers to be big spoon

when he hugs you he lifts you up bro omfg

yea overall he’s so sweet towards you and everytime he sees you he calls you precious cause to him your so precious :((

Enji 🙄

idk he’s giving sugar daddy vibes

he’s the type to buy you nice little silk nightgowns

and pay for everything dawg

but he’s the type to lay on your chest, like your suffocating but it’s a nice way to go out

he treats you really nicely and is in love with you thighs, he will buy you certain outfits that try to make your thighs stand out

during more sensual times he’s the type to kiss you thighs, or if he’s feeling more frisky he’d leave bite marks or hickeys

there was a moment when you and Enji had sex the day before you went to the beach and the press was there

you had to lie to them and tell them that a dog bit your thigh.. and enji wasn’t looking any better with the red scratches on his back

i think he prefers to see your natural hair out and doing it as well, because of the difference in hair types, it’s new to him

before you guys started dating you fr had to put his big ass in check, cause who tf does he think he catching an attitude with 😐

you would grab his by his tie and make his ass get on your level and tell him that you wasn’t there for none of that bullshit dawg

ans he listened 😋

but yeah he’s pretty good

he’s fr the thigh destroyer, will take your thighs off with a knife and fork

Hizashi

i swear if you say anything bad about yourself he’s gonna start fighting the air

his goal is to just make you laugh cause he loves your smile, he loves the way you laugh

but aside from that he lives the way your body moves, like omfg

you don’t think your doing anything, but to him your doing everything

he’ll try to get you to dance with him, cause yk he likes to see you move

and he has a bad (/good) habit of always having his hands on you, but it becomes bad because his hands will go to low… or to high..

like one time you were dancing with him and his hands went from your hips down to your ass

like oh.. we’re in public

or you’ll be cookin something and his hands travel up toooooo far, ans it gets you flustered

i feel like he loves your natural hair because he loves to do hair together at the same times

but i feel like he loves it when you get braids

another bad problem he has his whenever you get braids, especially long ones, he wants to pull on them

fight him. like actually

cause he will do it during random ass times

he lays on your chest dawg, and between your thighs

shoot even on your ass

be thinks the stomach gurgling sounds nice

like oh…

but he’s so funny during your whole relationship, and he’s so accepting of learning and adapting to new things 10/10 partner

i’m so sorry this came out so late, but after a whole lot of life events imma try to post a lot more :))

I hope you enjoyed it 🤍 Please Like, comment what you think and follow 🤍 have a great day 🤍

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smolweeblets · 1 year

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One I want to thank you for doing my request! I honestly loved it and you’re an absolute sweetheart.

Anyway I can’t be the only one who thinks Jett gets insecure. I mean have you heard her voice lines about enemy Jett? I was thinking of soft moments with Jett after missions? She’s reckless and always pushing to prove herself and her abilities, meaning she gets hurt. Just a bunch of cuddles and soft praising? If you’re not comfortable with Jett something similar with Reyna is more that welcome!

Please ignore if it doesn’t make sense or you don’t want to do it!

Proving ones worth

Jett x reader

This was getting out of hand. Jett’s “endeavors” were happening nearly every mission now, and it was getting more and more risky every time. You've had to drag her back to Sage for most of them as well, and it wasnt hard to imagine how worried you felt each time you find your girlfriend seriously wounded from a completely unecessary play.

:readmore:

This was the final straw. You couldnt see her hurt like this anymore. This time she got herself shot on the abdomen, nothing fatal thankfully, but it still made you sick to your stomach when you had to witness the moment she was shot. Even worse was that she already had other, less lethal gunshot wounds. But with everything accounted for she didnt even have enough energy to get up anymore.

You ran to her side to assist her. First taking care of the Chamber that shot Jett and quickly rushing to get her some basic medical aid.

“Thanks babe, Idont know what I’d do without you.” She tried to joke even through her pain. She inhaled sharply when you put some antiseptic on the wound on her abdomen and then wrapping some gauze around it. It wont help with the blood loss but right now, you had to do something.

“Im afraid I wouldnt handle saying that out loud.” You tried to play along, but the circumstances of the situation led your voice to become flat. You refrained from removing the bullets for now, since doing that would just increase the bloodloss. You poured more antiseptic on the other wounds while she tried her best to keep quiet.

“Awh, lighten up, Sage could bring me back anyway.” She tried to grin, but the stinging of more antiseptic on her wounds made her wince.

You frowned, you were not fond of the fact that she held her life with value such as that.

“Dont say that, you should care for yourself, not rely on someone else to perform a literal miracle.” Your voice was drenched in sadness, and yet you could have sworn you saw Jett roll her eyes. You were doing your best to keep everything together.

Fortunately, Vipers voice through the comm lines helped to shift your focus on something else. They were diffusing spike, thankfully, and she was checking on your locations and status. You answer for Jett and yourself, mentioning Jetts injuries but being otherwise fine.

“Affirmative. We should be leaving soon, get to the designated landing spot asap.”

You confirmed and went to pick up Jett to carry her back to the vulture. You held her bridal style, and it took her by surprise when you just scooped her up like she weighed nothing.

“Hey! Put me down! I can walk by myself!” She whined.

You sighed. “No can do, youre in a bad enough state as it is, I cant risk making it worse.”

“I dont need you to baby me! I can handle myself just fine.” She had a tone akin to a lying child. Mildly amusing, but obviously not the truth.

“Considering how I had to save you from that Chamber, and that if I wasnt there to stop you from bleeding out youd probably be dead by now, I dont think I can take your word for that.” You didnt mean to insult her decisions in battle. But she has starting to wear you down. You worry what couldve happened if you were not on this mission. Or even just not being there at that time.

She frowned at your words. She wouldve argued, but she was feeling too lethargic to do so. She angrily huffed as she clung to your shoulder so you couldnt see her face.

~~~~~

After Sage took care of Jett, she got a prompt scolding from Viper and a firm word from Brimstone. You went to check on her in the evening, much later than you would have preferred.

You found her in her room while she was idly scrolling on her phone and most likely procrastinating on writing her mission report.

She spared you a quick glance before going back to scrolling. Seems her pride was still wounded from earliers events.

“Hey–” You had to confront her about her behavior. She wouldnt be keen on it but you were not going to allow her to continue to do this.

“Hey.” She quickly cut you off before you could say anything else.

You sighed as you sat beside her.

“You know you cant keep doing that.” You softly start.

“I have no clue what youre talking about.” She turned her body farther from you and continued to pre occupy herself with some trivial game.

“Jett. You almost died out there.”

“And? We finished the mission, didnt we?”

“Yes, but–”

“Thats all that matters then.”

“It was only despite you disobeying and being a hairs width away from dying.” You irritatedly sighed. “We would've been just as or even more successful if you stuck to the plan.” You growled through clenched teeth.

“If i just went with the plan i wouldn't even be considered to go on missions next time! Dont you see?! I need to do this, my abilities arent special otherwise!” She snapped back. Finally properly looking at you for the first time tonight.

Your eyes widened at the sudden raise in her tone. But you continued to scold.

“Your abilities really would be useless if you were dead! Have you thought about the consequences if you carelessly rush in?! You are worth nothing if your dead, if you really want to partake in more missions just take care of yourself.” Your voice mirrored hers. You were not about to be talked to that way when you only wanted to help.

Hurt and shock made their way to Jetts expression as she listened to what you had to say. It then quickly morphed into anger.

“I am a duelist! Thats literally my–”

“Thats not the point! If youre so commited to dying at least have it mean something instead of just being a liability for the team!” By the time you finished, you immediately regretted every word.

Jett was crying.

Hot tears were slowly streaming down her face as she desperately tried to stop them. Her mind was replaying the moment you called her a liability. The words echoed in her head. Not allowing her to think, not allowing her to move.

She was paralyzed. She couldnt form a coherent thought to respond to you. She could only stare at you dumbfounded. She thought youd understand. That you were the only one who knew how she was and how she needed to do this. But you were just like the others. You though she didnt deserve to be here.

Her mind flitered the things you said. Even as your frantically tried to comfort her. You tried to hold her hand and tell her you didnt mean it. That she wasnt a liability and that she was important in this whole operation. It was no use. Her hand was limp in yours as she continued to stay unresponsive.

When she finally came to, you were hugging her. Mumbling some words she could barely register. You were crying. And from what she she could gather, apologizing.

“–im sorry, I didnt mean any of it. You arent a liability I just–”

You were cut off by her ripping herself away from your embrace.

“I didnt know you thought about me like that.” The way she said it was so dull and flat, it was almost lifeless.

“What? No! I didnt mean any of that!” You were pleading at this point. Scrambling to fix your mistake.

She inhaled deeply before borderline shouting. “Then why?!”

“Because I was worried and emotional!” You tried to take a deep breath of your own as you continued. It came in more shaky than you would have liked. It felt like none of the air went into your lungs, but you persevered.

“Youre always having no regards for yourself, but it pains me to see you always risking your life like that!” Your voice was scratchy and cracked, but you went on.

“You are a perfectly capable agent who doesnt need to prove anything to anyone here, youve already earned your position and even without endangering yourself you show yourself worthy of it everyday!”

“Its just painful to see the love of my life sacrififice herself all the time for something shes more that qualified for and not being able to do anything, the amount of times ive cried because you were a hairs width away from being gone forever! I know Sage is there but i just dont want you to have to experience that.” Your voice finally gave in after the last word and your throat closed up.

Jett was spechless yet again. Her mind was finally slowly registering your words and she was, for the first time, thinking about her actions.

She looked at you apologetically.

“I… I didnt see it like that…”

You sighed in relief. Your expression relaxed as you got closer to Jett and held her hand in yours.

“About time, you really dont need to look down on yourself that much. I, along with everyone else in the protocol thinks you are already plenty helpful as it is, please dont think anything otherwise.”

“Yeah… ill try, its just really hard, you know?” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft.

“I understand, but I can see youre already making an effort, and thats all I ask.”

“Yeah,” She let out a humorless smile.

“Im sorry.” She let out softly. You almost couldnt even hear it.

“Its okay, right now you need to just take it easy, come on, lets take a nap together.” You ushered her to the bed, and led her to sit down.

“But the mission report–”

“Its okay, ill handle brimstone.” You sat beside her and gave a comforting smile.

She chuckles softly. “I would appreciate that.”

You both sleep soundly, listening to the others rhythmic breathing and heartbeat. For once Jett finally had something stand up to the irritating voice in her head. Something to finally stop her doubts and worries. She slept relaxed for the first time in a while. It was nice.

a/n: SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MOTH LATE BUT I LOVED THE PROMPT

Also i think this kinda turned out a little more angsty than you were intending but i hope its still okay

#valorant jett #jett #jett x reader #jett x you

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A Fine Line 3

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader (ft. Hoseok)

Genre: roommates/enemies-to-lovers, non-idol!au

Word count: 5k

Summary: It’s time to rebuild your life. You’ve got a new job, a new apartment, and a future that might be bright. The only problem? Your new roommate.

Content: reader throws up

Huge thank you to M @here2bbtstrash for being an alpha beta 😂

Chapter Two | Masterlist | Chapter Four

3 – It’s Not Complicated

You woke with the certainty that if you moved, you would definitely be sick. You could handle your alcohol but you absolutely could not handle the hangovers. You slowly turned your head, looking for the glass of water you always kept on your bedside table when you suddenly remembered you weren’t at home. This was not your bed. This was not your T-shirt. You groaned, the onslaught of mixed emotions making you wish you the hangover would just kill you already. You knew you had seen it clearly last night; you knew you had somehow got things figured out but now, in the nauseating throes of the consequences of your own actions, it eluded you.

“Morning,” Hoseok said from the doorway, walking over to kneel next to you. He put a glass of water and a box of painkillers on the bedside table. “How are you feeling?”

You squinted your eyes at him.

“Why don’t you feel like this?” you asked him, your voice croaky, your mouth desert dry. He chuckled.

“I’ve already taken some of these and drunk my bodyweight in water,” he laughed. “I have to work today, so couldn’t wallow in bed even if I wanted to.”

Fuck. You knew that was his polite way of telling you to get the hell out of his apartment but you really didn’t want to spew over this poor guy’s bedsheets.

“Thanks,” you said weakly. “I’ll get up in a sec; I just need my stomach to stop lurching.”

“Oh, don’t worry, take as much time as you need. I have to go in a few minutes but you can stay as long as you like.”

“What? But what if I steal from you? Or, I don’t know, vandalise your apartment?”

“You literally can’t even lift your head up right now, so I’m not really worried about that,” he replied, laughing. “Here.” He placed a tablet against your lips and, when you took it into your mouth, lifted your head just enough so he could tip the glass and you could swallow it down.

“How do I know you’re not trying to poison me or give me an overdose?”

“Guess you don’t.” He winked at you and held the box in front of your face so you could see it was just ibuprofen. He stood. “I have to go. Help yourself to whatever; I’ve left my number for you in case you need anything.” With that, he left, and you sank back in the bed, desperately trying to go back to sleep, hopeful that if you woke up again in a few hours, your hangover would be a thing of the past.

Your mind whirled, and not just because of the alcohol. Namjoon kept coming back to you and you thought about last night, a blush creeping its way up your neck. A pang of guilt hit you; Hoseok deserved better than you climaxing thinking of another man. You thought about the sex; you remembered your embarrassment and shame with a shudder but your lasting impression was one of clarity and freedom. It had been… incredible but it wasn’t about the pleasure he’d given you, the sounds he’d worked out of you or the sheer intensity of him inside you. It was also his straight-forward insistence that you both get what you want; it was the way he looked at you so openly and made you open up to him.

You thought about what Lina had said and the way you felt as though Namjoon was constantly pushing himself into every part of your life, creeping into your mind, always unwelcome.

And then you thought again. Because it wasn’t always unwelcome. You thought about the number of times you’d touched yourself to the thought of him and shame started to creep up on you but you forced it back. Was it shameful to want someone? Was it shameful that thinking about him now, even worse for wear as you were, was making you warm? You decided not. All the effort you’d been putting into suppressing your desire for him suddenly dissipated. Just because you wanted to fuck him didn’t mean he had to know about it. He couldn’t read your thoughts and, even if he could, so what? You were allowed to want it, weren’t you? Why not? It didn’t have to mean anything but you had been letting it unravel you all this time. Your heart raced and you suddenly felt desperate for fresh air.

You made it to Hoseok’s kitchen sink, heaving the contents of your stomach into the clean, steel unit. The strong alcoholic fumes rising from your bile only made you gag further. You turned on the tap and put your mouth under it, drinking desperately. You immediately threw it back up again. You heaved and heaved until there was absolutely nothing left inside you and then you sank to the floor. Admittedly, that had made you feel better. You found your phone in your bag on the counter and checked for messages from Lina, not expecting any, but there they were.

‘Please be safe.’

‘If you need someone to come and get you, I can send Al.’

Your stomach flipped. She was so gracious and you had been so ungrateful.

You unlocked your phone to type a reply to her but you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t agree that you’d thrown your heart at Namjoon when you met and you didn’t think you’d blown the roommate things out of proportion. You had been running from your desire for him, trying to disconnect yourself from it as if it was separate from you, a thing apart, a thing he was doing to you, not something that you were experiencing within yourself. She was right that you wanted to fuck him but she was wrong about the rest. You knew she was. But that didn’t mean you had been right.

Taking a deep breath, you typed without thinking.

‘Lina, I’m so sorry. I hope you got home ok. I shouldn’t have said those things to you; it was uncalled for and untrue. I’m grateful to have you as my friend and I’m sorry. Please forgive me.’

You wanted to tell her that you wanted to talk to her, that you had so much to tell her but you knew you couldn’t ask for that. Not now. Not yet. You clutched your phone, hoping she would respond immediately, knowing that she wouldn’t. You waited a few minutes, staring hard at your blank phone screen and then gave up.

Next step was getting dressed and you crawled back to the bedroom, looking for your dress. Hoseok had folded it, and your soiled underwear, and placed it on the arm chair in the corner of the room. Beneath your clothes was a pair of jogging bottoms and a note.

‘Wear these home if you want.’

You did want. Or at least, you didn’t want to have to go home in last night’s dress. As you slipped the trousers on, you felt as if you were slipping a little bit of Hoseok on, too. You wanted to take his attitude with you when you left his apartment.

The air was surprisingly cold and the sky was bright as you stepped outside. You walked to the nearest corner shop and bought the first carbs you could find, not even waiting until you were out of the shop to shove them in your mouth. Having emptied your stomach, you were now ravenous.

You wanted to walk home, but Hoseok hadn’t given you shoes and you only had your heels from the previous night. He had given you socks, so you had made the decision to go shoeless, carrying your heels in your hand. You couldn’t walk all the way home with no shoes and you honestly didn’t really want to spend that much time in public; you might not be in a mini dress at 10am on a Saturday morning but your outfit – and the clothes and shoes in your hand – still screamed ‘morning after’. You called a taxi and were back at your apartment all too quickly.

You assumed Namjoon would be out or locked in his studio – either way, that you wouldn’t have to see him, but there he was, on the sofa as you walked in. When he looked up at you, you stopped in your tracks. He looked at your outfit and the dress in your hand.

“Good night?” he asked, expression unreadable.

What had felt so clear to you in Hoseok’s bed was suddenly muddy. You no longer felt undone by his eyes alone, but you still felt angry. It flared within you insistently as you looked back at him. What did he care? What business was it of his? You noticed the balled-up sheets of paper on the coffee table, obviously ripped from the notebook on his lap. You noticed the iced coffee sweating directly onto the coffee table with no coaster. You looked at the dress in your hand and Hoseok’s clothes on your body. Ok, so you wanted to fuck Namjoon, but that didn’t suddenly make him a good person. And it didn’t give him power over you. Sleeping with Hoseok, him taking you out of your head, had shown you that you had your own power; you didn’t have to concede anything to anyone, not if you didn’t want to.

You looked back at him, still sitting quietly on the sofa, looking at you.

“Fuck off, Namjoon”. Not waiting for his response, you walked straight into the bathroom and, stripping off Hoseok’s clothes, got under the shower.

Namjoon was nowhere to be seen when you came out and you were grateful. You felt a huge weight had been taken off your shoulders and you knew that you’d at least be able to tolerate his presence without creaming yourself to death, but you still didn’t want him around. You didn’t respect him. You couldn’t respect someone who showed so little respect for their shared living space. If anything, you thought to yourself, taking ownership of how much you wanted to fuck him had made it so much clearer that you did hate him. The two weren’t mutually exclusive after all.

You sat on your bed and held your phone. Lina still hadn’t replied.

You: Thank you for last night. And this morning. Let me know how I can get your clothes back to you

His reply was almost instant.

Hoseok: My pleasure 😉 😉 glad you had fun. What are you doing on Tuesday?

You grinned to yourself. What an excellent distraction he was going to be.

Lina replied on Sunday and was, as ever, entirely too gracious. You met in a café, halfway between each of your houses. You were nervous. You needn’t have been. She appeared to have forgiven you entirely and you relayed the later events of Friday night in hushed tones, hoping not to broadcast all the most salacious details to everyone within earshot.

She sighed when you finished and looked at you, almost expectantly.

“That’s the conclusion you’ve come to?” she asked. “That you can want to fuck him and hate him at the same time and those are your true feelings?”

You nodded. She looked uncertainly at you and chewed on her bottom lip.

“Go on, Lina, you can say it. I promise I won’t be a cunt about it this time.”

“You know that’s stupid, right? I don’t know how you think that’s any different from before.”

“Because it is!” you cried. “Before, I hated him and refused to admit I wanted to fuck hi-”

“You literally masturbated thinking about him!” Lina hissed quietly. “How could you do that and think that you didn’t want to sleep with him?!”

“… I don’t know.” She had you there. “I don’t know; I was lying to myself, what can I say? My point is that he doesn’t have power over me anymore; he can’t affect me.”

“So you don’t hate him?”

“No, I still hate him.”

“Isn’t that him having an effect on you?”

“No.” It made perfect sense to you but Lina did not look convinced.

“You were right, y/n, in that I don’t know a lot about this. I did get together with Al when we were young; he was my first boyfriend and now he’s my husband and I’ve never done all this sort of thing before-”

“No, Lina, I didn’t mea-”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, a little too sharply and you knew that your words still rankled, even if she had decided to forgive you. “You were not entirely wrong. I’ve never hate-fucked anyone; what do I know? But I’m just putting it out there that I don’t believe you and I still think this could blow up in your face. Especially if you’re going to get involved with someone else, too.”

“I don’t think it’s like that with Hoseok,” you said, but you weren’t certain. You didn’t want to date him; you didn’t want a relationship or to get entangled in all those sorts of feelings, but you didn’t know how he felt about it. You wondered how you’d bring it up with him; if you felt differently from each other, that would definitely throw a spanner in the works.

Lina raised her eyebrows at you as if giving you a warning.

“I’ll clear things up with Hoseok, but I’m sure he doesn’t think it’s like that either. This is just going to be for fun.”

“Do clear things up. Don’t run away with this and leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake, ok? I mean yours, too.”

She was worrying over nothing, you were sure. You were full to the brim with confidence and vim and vigour. You felt light and that lightness carried you through the next few days. Where, previously, you had felt rage simmering under the surface almost constantly while you were at home, constantly on edge, unable to relax, seeing stress and red rags everywhere, you now felt like you were above it. He was around much more than he had been before, no longer always coming back from work in the small hours; you heard him moving around in his studio, music playing intermittently, most days. It meant that his mess increased, the visible signs of his life piling up around you. And they still made you angry. The anger was still there, every time you trod on another ear bud or had to do the dishes because he had managed to use every single plate and bowl in one day, but you felt like it couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t touch you. You were satisfied, smug even. Rather than compulsively trying to keep your own things in perfect order, you realised you could afford to be a little messy. It was your apartment, too, after all. Two could play at that game. You decided to take up as much space as you wanted.

If Namjoon noticed the change, he didn’t say anything. At least not at first. Now that you weren’t hiding in your room so much, you realised that he wasn’t always holed up in his studio, either. He often sat on the sofa, notebook on his lap, laptop on the coffee table, writing. Or he sat stretched across the armchair, reading. Or he lounged, scrolling on his phone. Or he made a thousand coffees in the kitchen and cleaned up after none of them.

He never brought up that Saturday morning when you told him to fuck off and you got the feeling that he was avoiding the issue. You didn’t speak much at all, not properly anyway. Emboldened by your new confidence, most of what you said to him was ‘can you move your shit?’ and ‘will you fucking turn it down?’. He rarely said anything in response, simply acquiescing to your request in silence. You noticed more than once the muscle in his jaw twitch as he got up to address the mess in question and he didn’t look at you, but he never said anything. You heard him some nights, on the phone in his bedroom, his voice suddenly lowering to a faint rumble; he sounded insistent, emphatic but you couldn’t make out any of his words. You wondered if he ever talked about you. Not that you cared. Obviously.

It was early evening and you were in your bedroom, freshly showered, sitting on your bed and working up the energy to deal with your hair when he knocked at your door. You opened the door with a sigh.

“I’ve got people coming over tonight,” he said simply.

“Ok.”

“I didn’t know if you’d want to move your… stuff before they got here.” He gestured to the airer in the living room, where your underwear was currently drying. You shrugged.

“Do you want me to move it?”

“Well, I don’t know. It’s not mine.” He seemed bewildered by your response. “It’s fine, I just thought you might not want it on display.”

You shrugged again.

“Ok…” He looked at a loss as he turned around and walked away from you shaking his head. As far as you were concerned, his friends weren’t your problem.

You heard them arrive as you were plaiting your still-damp hair. You thought there were two, maybe three of them so you assumed they’d monopolise the living room. You thought about whether or not you’d let them. You decided you wanted a drink.

You tied an elastic around the end of your second plait and went into the kitchen.

“Hi,” one called from the sofa. You thought you recognised one of the others but couldn’t be sure. You looked at them all and then away, carrying on to the fridge. Silence fell as you grabbed a can from the fridge and then a glass from the cupboard. You took your time putting ice in the glass, then decanting the can, pausing to let the bubbles subside before topping up. You raised your glass at them as you walked back to your room, but didn’t turn in their direction. As soon as you were back in your room, you could hear hissed whispering. You took a triumphant sip of the drink that, truthfully, you didn’t really even want. You just wanted to prove a point.

It was Thursday. Your previously precious Thursdays had become a distant memory. Something in Namjoon’s work schedule had changed and, not only did it keep him around more, it meant he was always in on a Thursday. But he bothered you less than he used to anyway so you could cope without them.

In fact, on this particular Thursday, you didn’t even really feel like cooking. As you took off your shoes and hung up your bag, you noticed that there was a Tupperware container of your leftovers on the counter, steaming nicely, just re-heated. You took a spoon from the drawer, and not even bothering to sit down, tucked right in, standing in the kitchen. Namjoon’s studio door opened and he stopped with a start as he saw you.

“Wha-. What a-… Is that my food?” he asked, the barest hint of incredulity in his tone.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Your food? I don’t think so.”

“I just got that out. I was going to eat that. That is my foo-”

“Is it, Namjoon? Is it really? Did you cook it? Did you buy any of the ingredients? Did you participate in any way in this meal actually being made? Like fuck you did. Everything in that fridge is mine and has been since I moved in here.”

He looked at you, bewildered for a second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You were a little surprised by the outburst but not displeased.

“What are you talking about?”

“Have I done something to you or something? You’ve really been… Recently, you’re like…”

“Feel free to finish any one of those sentences, Namjoon.”

“That is what I’m talking about! Why are you being so… such a dick?! I haven’t done anything to you!”

You put the food back on the counter and looked at him.

“No, I suppose you’re right. You really haven’t done anything, have you? Not even things you should have done, not even things I’ve specifically asked you to do. You don’t seem to do anything that every other grown adult on the planet seems to be able to do.” You gestured broadly at the entire room and then, dipping quickly, thrust your hand into the washing machine, crossing your fingers.

Bingo, damp clothes. You grabbed whatever you first touched and lifted it up to him.

“Yours?” you asked.

He looked taken aback again and you felt like you’d got him on the back foot.

“Yeah, so?”

“And how long has it been in there, Namjoon?”

“I don-… Why do you care? They’re my clothes; what difference does it make to you?”

You ignored him and opened the fridge.

“How much of this are you responsible for?” you asked.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Of course, you don’t. My point is, Namjoon, did you buy anything that’s in here? Do you remember to buy milk when it runs out? Do you make meals and save the leftovers for later? Or is that me?”

“Well, I guess, you.”

“Right and who eats it all, Namjoon?” You placed heavy emphasis on his name, just in case he wanted to miss the point.

“So, this is about your food? You said I could eat it!”

That shocked you.

“When the fuck did I say that?”

“When you moved in! You left it in the fridge and said I could help myself!”

You groaned and rolled your eyes.

“And you thought that was an open invitation for the rest of time to just eat whatever you wanted? It was my first night here! I was trying to be nice; I wanted you to like me!”

He scoffed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, have you got something to say?”

“Well, you clearly don’t care about that anymore! You haven’t said one nice thing to me since-… I… I don’t even know when! The only time you ever say anything to me at all recently is to be rude.”

“It’s not as if we’re friends-”

“And whose fault is that?! I’ve tried to talk to you and you just brush me off! I’ve tried and you just fucking ignore me!”

You stared at him hard, what planet was he living on? This was by far the longest conversation you’d ever had so whatever he considered trying to be your friend must have fallen pretty wide of the mark.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied.

He groaned and he turned away then back again, holding his arms out in question.

“Look, fine, I figured when you moved in that you didn’t really want to be friends; you kept to yourself and that was fine, but now you’ve really turned into a-”

He faltered for a second and you raised your eyebrows at him in challenge.

“You’ve turned into a real bitch. I’ve been trying to stay out of your way-”

You scoffed at that, given that the entire apartment was full of him getting in your way. He ignored you.

“-but now it’s like you’re deliberately going out of your way to start an argument. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I want you to fucking grow up and take some responsibility! I’m not your fucking mother, Namjoon; did she never teach you any manners? Did she not teach you clean up after yourself? I have to say, it seems like she did a pretty piss-poor job raising you to me.”

His face fell and his eyes darkened. You saw that muscle in his jaw twitch and he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“Don’t talk about my mother.”

“Or what? You’ll give me some more evidence that she raised you badly?”

You knew you’d hit a nerve and it thrilled you. You could see his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted tight together. His chest rose and fell heavily. He took a step towards you and then seemed to change his mind.

“Don’t talk about my mother,” he repeated and then he turned and walked back into his studio, his whole body stiff and tense. The door slammed.

You looked at the leftovers on the counter and didn’t really fancy them anymore. You scraped them into the bin and chucked the tub in the sink. You were exhilarated; it felt so good to finally challenge him, to test your mettle and find you could win. You pulled out your phone.

You: Busy?

Hoseok: Want to come over?

You: Want to get some food first?

Hoseok: 😋 😋 😋!

You met Hoseok outside the restaurant he suggested, just around the corner from his apartment. You had seen him semi-regularly since that first Friday, though this would be the first time outside his four walls. You hadn’t spoken to him – as you assured Lina you would – about the exact parameters of your… whatever it was. The fact that this was the first time you were seeing him for something other than sex told you what you needed to know. He clearly wasn’t interested in actually dating you, nor you him. This was just a casual arrangement that suited you both. He seemed to be the busiest man in the world but somehow always had time for you. He made you feel good and not just because of the sex… though that was pretty good, too.

You saw him leaning against the wall as you walked up and he hugged you when you approached.

“Ah, y/n! Wasn’t sure I’d recognise you with your clothes on,” he said in greeting. You shoved him.

“I could say the same to you!”

It was nice spending time with Hoseok like this. You weren’t always all business; you sometimes stayed over and you would talk and listen to music or fall asleep to films, but it was always an addendum to the sex. It was different this time. He was clearly well-known at this restaurant and well-liked; you struggled to think of reasons someone wouldn’t like him, actually. Kind, affable, deeply sexy… You wondered briefly if you should want to date him. He seemed to have it all. Then Namjoon appeared in your head.

“Fuck off,” you growled under your breath.

“What?” Hoseok asked, eyes wide.

“What? Oh, not you, sorry, I wasn’t saying anything, carry on.”

You doubled your efforts to pay attention to Hoseok and Hoseok alone. You had told him about Namjoon – or at least, about some of it. You did not tell him about how much you wanted to fuck Namjoon or that, the first time the two of you had had sex, you had come to the image of Namjoon in his underwear. You also smoothed over the recent parts where your behaviour had been less than exemplary. Of course, you knew your behaviour was bad but you couldn’t stop yourself. It was as if Namjoon brought out the worst in you and, whenever you saw him or thought of him, rather than getting desperately and embarrassingly hot, you were overcome with the desire to rile him up, to see him undone. But you didn’t tell Hoseok that. As far as Hoseok knew, he was your annoying roommate and that was it.

You walked together to Hoseok’s apartment, stuffed full of Italian food, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. Suddenly, you worried that he had thought this was a date. What if you had read the signs all wrong? What even were the signs to look out for? A streak of panic ran through you. You waited for him to remove his arm, to let you go, but he rested his cheek against your head for a moment and your certainty started to slip away. If there was one thing that your time with him was teaching you, it was that you had to start facing things head on, rather than ignoring them and hoping they went away. So, you took a deep breath.

“Um, do you want to date me?” you asked.

He pulled away slightly.

“Is that an offer or a question?”

“Question.”

“Oh, then, no.”

“Ok, so what if it was an offer?”

He looked at you carefully.

“I’m not offering,” you clarified. “But that was a very quick no…” You pouted; you might not have wanted to date him either but it still slightly stung. Hoseok laughed.

“I like you, y/n; we have fun and I’m happy having fun with you, but I don’t really want to get involved with all…” He gestured, at a loss for how to phrase it. “You have stuff going on and I don’t want to get messed up in that.”

You stopped in your tracks and he carried on. What was he talking about? What did he know?

“What do you mean?” Scurrying to catch him, you tugged on his sleeve. “What have I got going on?”

He looked meaningfully at you, but you couldn’t work out what he was driving at.

“Hoseok! What?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes playfully.

“Do you want to date me?” he asked.

“No-”

“Well then! It’s all settled. I don’t want to date you and you don’t want to date me. Do you want to come up?”

You realised you had made it to his building. You tutted dramatically.

“Obviously.”

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