#and still slowly getting better today i think? i need to eat but ugh

[pryllee]

Eating Out?

Blade x Fem! Reader

The title is self-explanatory, cunnilungus / fingering, slight degrading kink, interrupted at the end, reader is implied to have a date + kinda implied to be friends with some benefits...

A/N: Got inspo from an old fic, and old blog I made/had. Wanted to try making it kinda better though, this time with Blade cus his personality fits it juuuuust right... Might've not went the way I planned it, tho.

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"Hey," He calls your name, "Are we eating outside this time?" asking a question, and you raise a thumbs up behind the couch in response.

"Was that a yes or a no? I can't tell what you're truly thinking if you dryly raise a gesture into the air without a word." He emphasized the word ’dryly’, with his brows slightly furrowing in annoyance as you continue to remain silent.

Reluctantly, he decided to walk closer to you to find out what you were so focused on that he didn't need to be in your sight.

"So, a yes?" He spoke again with a questioning voice, crossing his arms as he scanned your figure. Head down, staring at your phone mindlessly.

Suddenly, he let out a disgruntled sigh which finally peels your eyes off the screen thats been distracting you so much.

"Oh... Uhm. Sorry. Just get take out..." You spoke with a dejected voice, raising one of his brows.

"Sure, what should we...—" He stops in the middle of his hundredth question as he found you, once again, boring eyes into your phones screen, stuck in a DM with someone.

The last time he had replied was a few hours ago. When he accepted your proposal out to a cafe — a date.

Your train of thoughts were broken as you felt your legs being slowly spread apart, your skirt stretching slightly.

"Blade?" You voiced a concern, finding his head inbetween your thighs, planting a hand on one of them.

"Actually, I think I'd rather eating out today, no?" He pushes the hem of your skirt upwards, then plastering his mouth onto your clothed sex earning a little confused yelp from you, loosely holding onto his hair.

"So, what happened this time?"

He was used to this, actually. You were always suddenly ghosted by people you've matched with on a dating app.

"Hnn...— The usual..." You let out a shaky breathe, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he slid your panties down, discarding it somewhere near.

"Hm, is that so?" He pauses, slipping a finger inside, "Perhaps it's because of how lewd you are with your roommate." Adding salt to the wound, quite like him.

"God...— You're always, mngh.. The one that...!"

"That what?" He adds another finger, making it two. It's starting to bother you with how still he is.

You buck your hips slightly, hoping for some friction from his rough fingers.

He only watches you.

Eyes analyzing your embarrassed expression, you would try to close your legs for your dignity — but you can't, frankly. His upper half was stopping that from happening.

"C'mon. Show me how much you need it."

This fucker, hes amused. But somewhat, you can't help but feel more aroused in this situation. You grind your hips slightly against the couch, his fingers slowly curling inside.

You grit your teeth, curling your toes as you feel yourself nearing your climax. You try to speed your pace to feel the satisfaction — yet was left disappointed as he withdrew his fingers.

"Nnh...– Ugh, I worked too hard to get off from just your fingers just for you to do that." You pout slightly in frustration.

"Mmh, what a slut. I'll get to that in a second. Be patient." He licks a stripe up your folds, making you shudder back into the pillows. You clutch onto your slipping lips trying to stop a waterfall of moans.

"Aah... Ren" You spoke with a trembling voice, his name slipping out in bliss. Completely forgetting the disappointment he just caused you.

He pushes his tongue in, causing your back to arch euphorically.

Fuck, his tongue, you can feel it all too well—

You whine helplessly when his hand slides down your waist, opting to rub your clit in a circular motion as his tongue thrusted inside.

"Shit! Ren, 's so good–" You sob, clenching onto his hair harshly, putting him into a headlock position as you hang your legs over his shoulders.

Your stomach feels tingly. Your minds starting to fog up at the sensation of his mouth against your lips.

.

You breathe heavily, his forehead touching yours as he knees against the couch with him bucking his hips. Still loosely wrapping your arms around his head, legs being lifted up by him.

You suddenly hear a rhythmical knock on the door, luring out an irritated groan from him at the sound. Probably Kafka.

He reluctantly lets you go, resting on the couch on your side.

"Wait for me, won't you?"

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#prylleewrites—✮ #blade x reader #blade x reader hsr #honkai star rail x reader #blade hsr #blade x afab! reader #blade x fem! reader #blade x reader hsr smut #blade x reader smut #honkai star rail x reader smut

[luke-o-lophus]

In Your Image, In My Eye

Marc Spector x Reader (Minors DNI)

TW: Allusions to child abuse and neglect, and to past eating disorders (nothing descriptive), body image issues, very minor talk of food controls, mentions of sexual activities and some innuendos

Prompt by @apollo-enthusiast: Imagine settling down with the moon boys, just living a calm and stable life without khonshu to bother you. You bake and cook a lot, and are really good at it. As a result, Marc gains a bit of weight and now has a little tummy. You catch him judging himself in the mirror one day, maybe fighting over it with steven and jake, maybe they're feeling the same way, and find out he's feeling insecure about it and needs some love

Word count: 1541

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"For the thousandth time, Steven, we have the same body."

Marc sounds exasperated. He looks exasperated. Just out of shower and towel wrapped low on his hips, he usually doesn't spend this long in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom. But today, Steven got his attention. "You still look handsome", he'd muttered. And refused to budge when Marc pointed out the obvious.

"You don't get it. I've got this...ugh", Steven hides his face in their shared headspace. "This thing. I have a..a pooch belly."

Marc mentally groans and pinches his forehead. "Steven I can assure you we're doing fine", he grunts.

"Are we though Marc, are we?" Steven throws up his hands. "Look at this." He incredulously points to his midsection. Marc tilts his head with a raised eyebrow. Steven's fashion in the mindspace is similar to when he's fronting. All Marc can see is the body swimming in a shirt three or four sizes too large, in a pattern that hurts his eyes.

"Steven I literally can't see anything", he sighs and turns to remove his towel and start getting dressed. That's when he sees it. A soft..chunky roll in his belly as he bends to pick up his t-shirt. He slowly turns back to the mirror, shirt in hand, and pokes his finger in his belly. Nearly two segments of the finger sink in easily, and the flesh springs back as he removes his hand. Marc's never seen anything like it on his own body.

Here's the thing. Marc Spector in the past has never really eaten. He's consumed food in order to sustain. In the army and as a merc, he had standard rations and a standard body type he had to maintain. And before that, he had always been a skinny kid. It's no secret he wasn't exactly nurtured at home. And he's even starved himself to points where Jake has had to step in to take care of the body. Until quite recently, actually. Until he met you. Or rather, three months into meeting you.

You'd brought a tupperware of chocolate cupcakes to your fifth date. You were meeting after nearly a month, a month of thinking Marc is going to ghost you. That day Marc came bearing a harrowed guilty face, and you came bearing cupcakes. Who does that? Marc wondered as he bit into one. And almost forgot to chew. It already tasted so, so good he stared at you with wide eyes. You giggled bashfully, a shy finger wiping away ganache from the side of his lip. Later that night those same lips had devoured you over and over until all the tension of the month prior was forgotten.

It had never even occurred to Marc it is possible for the body to gain some stomach fat. And it damn well had never crossed his mind, that would be what's bothering him when he looks at his reflection. But here he is. He can almost hear Jake groaning somewhere in the depths of the mindspace. A groan of "Here we go again".

They moved into your apartment a month later. Steven still kept his, and turned it into a library slash workspace for them. Your place was home. With your warmly lit study, kitchen that always smelled good, the eclectic wooden chandelier in the living room, and the twelve pillows on your queen bed: it was a better home than marc had ever seen himself living in. And then there was you. Who had given him so much love, so much grace, so much understanding. Because of him, you had moved away the large full body mirror to your study the day before he had moved in. The men liked having mirrors around, mirrors made it easier to communicate, but just...smaller ones. It took Marc a long time to be able to look at all the scars and marks on the body without feeling sick in his stomach. The day he asked if you could move the mirror to the bedroom to make dressing up easy, you'd hugged him and kissed him silly. And later baked a batch of apple tarts as a treat.

"Maaarc what's taking you long?" your call sounds impatient. He can hear faint muttering coming closer and your head appears in the doorway. Marc's instinct is to quickly cover his torso with the t-shirt in his hand, almost letting loose an embarrassing squeak.

"You haven't dressed? We gotta do a grocery run quick or we'll get very late for lunch!" you whine with your hands on your hips.

"I don't want lunch", Marc mumbles and you pause in the midst of your woeful rant of delayed lunches.

"What..why? Is your stomach upset? I told you that fish tasted funky, Marc, I swear.." you immediately start fussing over him, coming close and checking his forehead for a temperature.

"No..no...I'm fine. Just ... not hungry" he shakes his head away.

You were familiar with Marc's 'not hungry'. It could mean a lot of things, but very rarely the fact that he actually wasn't hungry.

"Everything alright, bubba?" you ask, hand moving down to caress his cheek. Marc sighs and smiles wryly,"Yeah..yeah don't worry. It's just...it's silly..."

You raise your brows in question, egging him to go on. "It's just...I have this thing.." he rubs his neck and moves the tshirt from his torso slowly, as if revealing the deepest darkest secrets. You blink owlishly at the display, then back up at him. "Honey...uh..I'm sorry but....what am I..looking at?" you ask.

"This!", Marc almost whines, poking indignantly at his belly. You look just as lost, helplessly staring. "Does it..hurt there or something?" you offer with concern.

Marc doesn't look convinced so you prod a little further, asking if that's something that feels uncomfortable or just...looks different to him. "I..I've always been skinny...before the army and the...Khonshu." he sighs, head hanging. "Didn't really have someone cooking me a three course meal every time."

"No...I'm...I have...this..." he bends over to a side and pinches his tummy roll between his fingers. You stare at that for a few moments before it clicks. "Oh honey", you call with adoration, gently prying away those fingers and kissing the tips. "But your tummy looks so nice. So healthy. You look so nice and healthy"

You take a cautious pause at that, almost hurt for a moment. Marc catches onto it quick, and stumbles directly into an apology. "No..no...that came out wrong. I love that you cook, I love everything you make, I'm so grateful. You're..., baby..please..."

It always breaks your heart when Marc apologizes, because of the way he does it. He says sorry for a simple slip of tongue as if you'd be packing your bags and running off before he had a chance to finish his sentence. So you smile at him, a cheeky little smile.

"You like my cakes?" you ask him innocently, a playful glint in your eye.

"Huh? Of course I do...yeah? The...the one you made on my birthday, and...and.."

"No no no...", you stop him, moving closer. "I mean, do you like my cakes" You give your butt a playful wiggle. Marc stops in his tracks, then groans at that awful joke. "Babe!" he groans. You giggle and wrap your arms around him. Your head nestled in the crook of his neck with practiced ease, you mumble softly,"You look great. If you feel healthy, and enjoy what you're eating....you're good. Okay?" You pause a bit then sigh. "I...I can't see you starve yourself again, bubba. It...hurts to see you like that." You still remember when Marc had showed up on your fifth date with sunken cheeks and hollow eyes, looking like he's missed half his meals the past month. It's an image you can't get out of your head: him standing with a small souvenir clutched so tight in his palm the packaging was ruined, looking all shades of tired and starved.

Marc stays quiet, but he holds on to you tight, kisses the top of your head. "What's for lunch?" he mumbles meekly after a while. You pull back and smile wide, eyes shining, and continue your grocery run rant. From the increasing price of eggs to the doubtful durability of milk, this new meatball hack you want to try, and a vegan substitute idea you'd just gotten. You follow Marc around the room as he gets dressed, talking a mile a minute. He takes a last glance at the mirror and rakes back his curls, then swiftly pulls you closer. You squeak and hold him on instinct, and he laughs softly while nuzzling the side of your face. "So...remind me the plan. We...are getting groceries, making lunch, so...after eating.." He pauses but you can hear the laugh in his voice. The laugh and the shyness.

"What, Spector?" you tease. "What do you want after lunch?"

"Well maybe you....you can show me how good you think I look?" he says hopefully. You turn around to kiss him, nodding excitedly. "Deal", you whisper, before pulling back and giggling. "I thought you're about to ask me to have you for dessert"

Marc facepalms with another groan.

#moon knight x reader #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #luke shares #luke fic recs

[hornedqueenofhell]

Hidden Depths Pt. 1

Keith was fully prepared to fire Steve after a week, pull the whole 'sorry but we don't feel like you're a good fit for the company' line and get him out of there. Before Robin fell for his charms and he missed his chance. Her passionate speech about all the girls Harrington would bring in was obviously a lie, he wasn't even that charming striking out over and over. Keith would think it was some pathetic jock way of trying to get Keith a rebound if he thought Steve gave a rip about him at all.

The high school washout was slowly putting returns back on the shelf in the family section, he'd tell Steve to hurry up but they were dead as fuck today and once those were done there would be nothing else to do and they would be stuck standing at the counter together. Keith would rather eat broken glass.

The high school had gotten out early today so everyone was taking advantage of the pre-summer break break. All except for one kid apparently. Dustin Henderson burst through the door, curly hair stuffed under a hat and a wide grin on his face.

"Steve!" The kid shouted before Keith could start on his welcome spiel and that immediately landed him on Keith's shit list. He wondered if the rest of the dork patrol would be following behind, he still hadn't forgiven Sinclair for failing to set up that date for him.

"Hey Dusty-Buns!" Steve called back and the kid immediately grimaced. Keith straightened up and prepared to step in, he couldn't have asked for a better opportunity than this. He'd get to toss Harrington on his ass for harassing a customer. Oh that would be the best payback! Robin would be so impressed.

"Ugh, Steveeeee. That's Suzie's name and you know it. Are we still on for d&d Friday?"

Keith could practically hear the car crash of his thoughts piling up. What?! Steve Harrington and that demonic dice game in the same sentence? He had to have heard that wrong.

"Yeah, and I'm sure I don't need to remind you to clean up after yourselves this time if you ever want to play at my house again. If my living room starts smelling like Wheeler's basement I will ban you all myself. I found Dorito powder between my couch cushions!"

"Yeah yeah I'll remind them. Can I come over early and play my new Weird Al tape?"

"Yeah sure kid." Steve ruffles the kids hat and the boy beams. So Keith didn't hear wrong, he just fell asleep at the counter out of sheer boredom.

"Thanks Steve, I'll see you tomorrow for movie night. Please don't let Robin pick another of her weird artsy movies. The last one was in French."

Steve just chuckles like he's a normal guy and that's just a thing he does. This is a weird dream.

"I'll do my best. Now run along before Eddie boils in his van." He gives the kid a hug and a light push out the door. Keith is so lost in the revelation that Steve was referring to Eddie Munson that he forgot to fire him that day.

And then Robin found the letter he'd written in preparation on his desk the next morning and ripped into him. He couldn't exactly ask Robin out if she quit in solidarity with Harrington and he was not going back to covering the entire day every day by himself, so Harrington stayed.

Apparently I'm just going to keep dragging minor characters into the light with my fics? I don't know but enjoy I guess?

Part 2

#how did i get here #I don't know #Stranger things Keith #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #robin buckley #dustin henderson

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 33

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Making friends?” Lloyd’s terse greeting is exactly what you expect.

You sigh as you approach him bracing the door frame as he blocks your way. Your other hand goes to your lower back and you groan. You just want to sit down. 

“Neighbour saying hi,” you match his tone, “excuse me.”

You gesture past him and take a step forward. He doesn’t budge and you lean back on your heel. He stares off over your shoulder.

“Lloyd, please, I was only being friendly–”

“Well, you shouldn’t be friendly to him. Tight ass and his goddamn hedges.”

“What? Would you please move? I need to sit down.”

His eyes fall to you and he squints, “what did he say?”

“Please,” you growl between your teeth, “your daughter is about to break my back.”

Exactly as you expect, the mention of the baby defeats him. He relents but not without an air of reluctance. He lets you through and closes the door slowly behind you. As you waddle through, you pause and glance back at him. He continues to watch through the window beside the door.

“Jeez,” you grumble and carry on, the cinnamon tempting a growl from your stomach.

You find the table already set for two. You’re even more surprised by that. You sit and struggle to get comfortable in the stiff seat. You’re almost out of breath as you try to adjust your posture around your stomach. You still have a few more months to go. You’re going to get even bigger.

Lloyd enters as you reach for the platter of pancakes and he swipes them up before you can. He puts three on your plate as you watch him dully. You feel that familiar twinge in your back. You should’ve stretched a bit longer this morning.

“Orange juice?” He offers.

You nod and plant your elbow on the armrest as you cradle your stomach. You don’t think you’ll be doing too much today. You don’t have the energy or the tolerance.

“You okay, peaches?” He asks as he pours the juice.

“Fine, just… damn kid likes to sap up my lifeforce,” you huff, “a lot like her father.”

He smirks proudly. It wasn’t meant to be a compliment but he takes even the merest mention of himself as such.

“So,” he sits, pulling up his chair as he fills his own plate, “names? I’ve been thinking of names. Now we know it’s a girl.”

“Lloyd, we have time,” you add a pat of butter to your stack, “can’t it wait? Preferably when I’m not eating?”

“No time better than the present.”

You hover your hand toward the syrup, just out of your reach the table presses to your bump. Lloyd shifts to help and slides it closer until you grip the neck. You notice how he eyes up your stomach. Ugh. Men are so fucking weird.

“Please don’t start with all those cliches,” you sniff as you drizzle the syrup, mouth watering at the scent of sweet blueberry.

“Look, I gotta be ready. Every dad needs a repertoire of jokes and–”

“Do you think you're cute?” You interject, “because you’re not. We both know this isn’t a goddamn sitcom. Neither of us is cut out for this.”

“Speak for yourself,” he says as he cuts into the fluffy pancakes. They are surprisingly well done. “I’ve been on some dad forums, you know? Trying to brush up. You see, peaches, I’m a Harvard man. I don’t do anything without extensive research. My job ensures that I always have the relevant intel.”

“That’s all fine and dandy, but babies don’t abide by whatever’s written in books or on forums,” you cut out a triangle and bite into it. Oh my god. You nearly roll your eyes back in delight. So fluffy and tasty. “Is this buttermilk?”

“Uh, yeah, mom’s recipe.”

“Wow, pretty good,” you shove a forkful into your mouth. You focus on your urgent hunger, smothering your agitation with the flavour of cinnamon and berries.

“Thanks, uh… well, anyway, names. How do you feel about something old fashioned? Like Elizabeth or–”

“Marion?” You offer.

He grimaces and drags the tines of his fork around the edge of the plate, “okay, fine, how about something more modern.”

“How about we table this talk until I care?” You ask, “apparently you’ve been thinking about this for a while and I haven’t even had a chance.”

“You haven’t? Not at all?”

“Not really,” you shrug as you shift in the chair, “you know, I’ve had other things on my mind.”

“Besides our daughter?”

“No, just… the name, that’s not exactly the most important part– Arghhh.” You drop your fork as you back spasm, “fuck me.”

“Gladly,” he kids even as he gets to his feet, “peaches?”

You sit back and touch your back, “it’s fine. I’m fine. It’s just this damn– stomach. Pulling on my muscles.”

“Shit, do you need help?”

“No, I’m good,” you grit out as you sit up, shakily grasping the arms of the chair, “It was just a spasm.”

“If you need to lay down–”

“I can finish breakfast,” you insist as you grab your fork, squeezing it tight as you force your hands to stop trembling, “thanks. It’s pretty good, actually.”

“Actually?” He repeats as he lowers himself cautiously back into his chair, watching you warily, “you didn’t think I could figure it out? It’s just reading directions. I’m used to giving them but I can take some from time to time.”

“I just assumed since you brought me all the way here to do just that.”

“Easy excuse,” he smirks, “I just liked seeing you in an apron… and not much else.”

“You like seeing me suffer. Let’s be honest.”

“Depends on the suffering.”

“Mmm,” you poke the pancakes and bolster through another pang, “how about… Abigail? That’s a nice name.”

“Abigail?” He scowls, “no, I don’t like it.”

“Hmmm,” you chew your lip. You really don’t care but you don’t want him to see how much pain you’re really in. You want to finish your food without him crowding you, “Suzy?”

“Suz–” he nearly chokes, “Suzy? Definitely not.”

“Oh? You know a Suzy?” You wonder.

He smirks, a subtle slant of his lips. He shrugs and waves off the suggestion, “I just don’t think that sounds right. Suzy Hansen… ew.”

“Alright, well, you seem to have a list prepared, so let’s hear them.”

“Funny you say that, because I do,” he reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone, “let me just find it.”

You grumble and have another bite, counting the pancakes left on the platter. You’re definitely going to have at least one more. If you have to entertain his fatherly farce, you’re going to need something to make it palatable.

💎

You lay on the couch, propped up against several pillows as the television blears in your eyes. You’re not really paying attention. The agony jabbing into your spine keeps you from doing much but wallowing. Besides, you don’t really care about the show. Without Harlan there to make his wise observations about the bug eyed boy, it’s just not as interesting.

You can hear the low tone of Lloyd’s voice through the walls. He’s not loud enough to make out his words. You figure he’s on a call or something. Maybe he’ll be leaving for another mission soon. What then? Another month away and another month closer to your doom.

You close your eyes as the sky begins to dim slowly outside. The cool breeze flows in from the open windows and eases you slightly. That’s the only thing that helps is relaxing but you find it harder and harder to do.

The moment of peace doesn’t last. The chime of the doorbell goes off and you groan. You contemplate getting up but can’t. Whoever it is, they can go away.

It rings again, drawing tight the tension in your muscles. Go away! No one’s home.

You hear a door and footsteps. You sense Lloyd in the foyer and hear him snarl as his fingertips tap across the tablet. He sighs.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He snarls.

“Who is it?” You call lazily, putting a hand up on the back of the couch.

“I told you not to talk to that fucker.”

“Lloyd,” you push yourself up slightly and bite down on a grunt, “who is it?”

He doesn’t answer you as the front door swings open and you drop your head back in exasperation. You can’t even get yourself up to follow him. You just rub your forehead and wait. Shit, you know who it is. He said he’d be dropping by but you totally forgot.

You feel awful but maybe Lloyd will chase Andy far enough away that you won’t have to worry. As nice as he is, you just don’t need another stressor. Nor do you need your husband finding another reason to gripe.

You watch the screen, trying to unravel the argument between the two blondes and huff. You wiggle your toes as your impatience builds and builds. You hope it’s okay.

Fuck, as if you don’t know Lloyd well enough. He’s probably starting a fight. He wouldn’t do too bad on one of these sleazy shows.

You hold your breath and force yourself to sit up. You better go make sure there isn’t blood on the pavement. As you get to your feet and turn, the front door slams and Lloyd stomps through with a box in his arms.

“Jerk off,” he snaps as he turns into the living room and strides toward you.

“What’s going–”

“Baby clothes,” he drops the box onto the chair, “that fucking asshole. Acting like such a good guy.”

“Why are you so upset?” You ease yourself back to cushion and hiss.

He stops and grips his hips as he looks at you. He pulls the earbud out and lets it dangle by his collar. He runs his fingertips along his jaw and sighs.

“I just… I don’t exactly get along with that jackoff,” he puffs, “look, peaches, I know you’re not going to listen to me but you should steer clear of him.”

“I didn’t– I just said hi.”

“Yeah, well…” he waves to the box as he pivots on his heel, “next time, tell him to fuck off.” He shakes his head and grabs the earbud, shoving it back into place, “I’m in the middle of a job. We’ll trash all that after.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #unexpected #the gray man #lloyd definitely had dotty on a video call earlier to figure out the recipe

[pokechampash]

This story includes detailed farting, sharting, and diarrhea, don't like it? Scroll! All characters used are 18+

Finally got around to doing the prompt that someone sent in

Most high schools have a star student, a student who stands out from everyone else, someone who's in throughout the whole school and maybe even other schools for their talents, sometimes they could be a football jock, and that would be the case for Bob, or as most of his teachers and peers like to call him Bubble Butt Bob! He was known for his awesome trick shots and natural talent for football, he even had his own all boys fanclub, but by far the thing that made him most popular was his rocking body, especially his muscular ass! If only he was as good at academics as he was at football and flexing his huge muscles.

“Dude seriously another E?” Jake giggled as Bob groaned, obviously annoyed, Jake was Bob’s childhood friend and the second best player on their football team. He and Bob are very close but he still sometimes takes great joy in his buddy’s downfalls.

“It's not funny dude, if I fail this class coach is definitely gonna bench me for the rest of the season, I gotta get my grade up, at least enough for it to be a passing grade” Bob said, crumbling up his report card and throwing it into a nearby trashcan.

“You'll have to get at least a B or higher on our final exam then, better hit the books buddy” Jake said with a wink as he gave Bob’s ass a firm slap, it jiggled for a few seconds as a result.

“Alright we can study at my house tonight since the exam is tomorrow, and stop touching my ass man!” Bob said, rubbing his ass cheek.

“Haha sorry, couldn't resist. I love the way it jiggles!” Jake chuckled making Bob blush, the two friends continued their banter as they started walking to Bob’s house.

The next morning

“Hey jackass wake up, we gotta get some breakfast and get to school, we have the final today” Jake said as he nudged Bob until he was awake, the two quickly got ready together and made their way to the nearby gas station for a quick breakfast, Jake suggested some Twinkies.

“Do those things have milk? You know how I get when I eat anything dairy” Bob said remembering the time he almost shit himself while he was on a run because he mistook regular milk for soy milk.

“No you'll be fine bro, I think they're vegan or something” Jake said with confidence, believing his friend Bod ended up eating a lot of Twinkies and rushing over to school. They made it to their math class a bit early so they sat down and prepared for the quiz, their math teacher Mr. Henry was also in class preparing all the testing materials.

“Well look what we have here! I see you're both earlier, guessing you need a good grade on your final to pass huh? I wasn't expecting either of you to show up considering you goofed around in my class the whole year” Mr. Henry said bitterly, giving Bob a stern, Bob and Jake said silent with guilty expressions on their faces. The class started filling up with more students, Bob was starting to get cramps in his stomach but he just ignored it thinking it was just him being nervous about the test.

“Alright the test is coming out now, good luck!” Mr Henry said as one of the students started passing the test, soon the room was silent as everyone started their test, including Bob who was still dealing with cramps, and now it was feeling like gas.

“Fuck why am I feeling like this” Bob thought as he shifted his big ass and careful let out a silent fart, luckily no one heard it but it was obvious the kid behind him could smell it. Bob continued the test letting out farts from time to time to relieve his cramping stomach, however his farts were starting to get bigger and louder, and each time he let one out they got wetter, he was slowly starting to feel like he wa going to shit himself, and his classmates were getting annoyed by the smell as the whole classroom was starting to smell like fresh shit.

“Ugh, did someone shit their pants or something?” one of the students from the back said with a look of disgust.

“Smells like a public bathroom here” another annoyed student added.

“God it smells like my bathroom after my dad eats taco bell” a kid from the front row chimed in, Bob started to sweat and desperately raised his hand, Mr. Henry sighed.

“What is it Bob?” Mr Henry asked sternly.

“C-Can I use the bath-” Bob started as he let out another ripe fart but Mr. Henry cut him off by slamming his hand on his desk.

“So you think you can goof off in my class for the whole school year then go run off to the bathroom so you can skip this final? Yeah not happening buddy, and you should eat less fiber, your farts stink” Mr Henry said firmly glaring at Bob, some of Bob’s classmates looked at him disgusted as they now knew who was stinking up the classroom, Bob tried to open his mouth to plead his case but he ending up letting out an especially wet fart, shivering he rushed through the final section of the quiz and raced out the class with his hand on his clenched ass wet farting as most of the class started to laugh at him.

“The closest bathroom from here is the second floor bathroom next to Mr. Cedric’s class” Bob thought frantically as he started to run towards the first floor’s staircase, however he was quickly stopped as someone jumped from around the corner blocking his way. It was one of his many friends Chase!

“Hey Bob, how's our best football player doing?” Chase said, nudging Bob’s arm with a wink.

“O-Oh hey Chase, I'm doing good, I actually have somewhere I really have to be so if you could get out of my way that be great” Bob said clenching his large ass cheeks

“Oh come on man I haven't seen you for a long time, at least stick around long enough for Miles to get that burrito you like from downtown” Chase said giving Bob a puppy dog eyes look, his stomach rumbled dangerously loud as he heard the word burrito.

“Next time I promise dude just get out of the way or I'll do it by force” Bob said, bouncing his leg a bit.

“Okay okay no need to get aggressive I'm moving, can I get a feel of your ass first, everyone tells me how heavy it is but I wanna see for myself” Chase said as he slid out of the way but before Bob could answer Chase firmly grabbed Bob's ass then felt it and gave it a hard slap causing a juicy fart to burst out, Bob rushed away and up the staircase. He ended up running into a few students from his fanclub who insisted on getting autographs and pictures with him, not wanting to be rude Bob accepted causing him to let out more farts to relieve the pressure, as soon as he signed the last notebook he ran up to the second floor, his urgent need to go had gotten worse since people kept smacking ass causing him to fart by surprise, unfortunately for him the ass slaps continued as he ran into more friends from the football team and fanclub members, their slaps were starting to get harder with more force causing Bob’s farts to become wetter and bigger, his boxers were starting to feel damp, everyone seemed to be in love with his giant ass!

“Ugh finally, almost there just gotta make it to the bathroom before someone else tries slapping my ass” Bob thought as he slowly made his way over to the toilet door hugging his gurgling stomach, he was so focused on keeping his gas in and holding his stomach he didn't even notice one of his teammates and best buddies Alex was charging up behind him with his hand up ready to slap his ass as hard as he could!

“Nice ass captain!” Alex said with a wink as he slapped Bob so hard he stumbled back a bit in shock, the force of the slap was to hard for Bob and his stomach gave in as he feel on sharted himself, and more of his leaky diarrhea was starting to come out, Bob raced into the bathroom and tried all the stall doors but they were locked! Bob started fully shitting himself in front kf fhe stall as chunky diarrhea flew out of his giant ass as he let out more sharts, once the people in the stalls came out and saw the massive pile of liquid shit on the floor they fanned the air and covered their mouths running in disgust, poor Bob was mortified. After that whole scene he hided in the toilets until school was over then made a mad dash home so he could go change, he was horrified to find out his was wearing his lucky black boxers, the shit stain was to deep to wash out and the smell wasn't going away so he had to trash them, and the cherry on top of Bob’s shitty sundae was Bob score was one percentage away from passing meaning he'd need to do summer school this year! Poor Bubble Butt Bob!

#diarrhea #toilet story #men on toilet #toilet use #poop scene #jock #football jock #blond jock #cocky jock #alpha jock

[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member is sick

She could feel it in her bones, the hardships of the practice from the day before. Y/N opened her eyes and noticed right away that she had a headache. As she got up she avoided feeling the pain by doing everything extremely slowly.

Y/N - Ugh, I feel like I'm dying...

When she opened the door from her room with SMC she was immediately greeted by the smell of breakfast, something that would normally have her sprinting to the kitchen so she'd eat it right away, however, today she felt sick and run into the opposite direction. Just as she got to the bathroom she bumped into Dahyun.

Y/N - I'm so sorry unnie!

Dahyun - It's fine, are you okay baby?

As the maknae Y/N is used to being babied and being called such nicknames, but sometimes she feels like she's burdening them so she avoids making them worry, just like today...

Y/N - Yeah! I just wanted to be the first one to get to the bathroom so I can take a nice warm bath.

Dahyun - Are you sur-

And just like that Y/N entered the bathroom and run away from any other questions that could make her spill the truth.

Y/N - Bro, maybe a bath will really help me, I actually didn't lie lol hope it makes my body hurt less.

Just as she got comfy in the tub and groaned because of the relief the water gave someone knocked on the door.

Sana - Y/N may I enter to wash my face?

Y/N - Hmmm, unnie just a sec

Sana - Why? Are you taking showering? You know it's nothing I haven't seen hahaahhaah

Y/N - UNNIE WTH? NOOO, that's not it.

While Y/N talked she exited the tub and got some panda PJs that she could wear to stay in the house till they had to go to the company. She opened the door and Sana engulfed her in a really tight hug (sanake style). The issue began when Sana noticed that Y/N was sweating even though she had just gotten out of the bath.

Sana - You're sweating honey

Y/N - Well unnie, you're the one who hugged me!

Sana - No, you're hot and sweaty. That's not like you, especially 'cause you like taking fast lukewarm baths. Do you have a fever?

Y/N - Obviously not unnie, why do you think that?

Just when Y/N got distracted, Sana put her hand on her forehead and felt how warm she was.

Sana - You do have a fever, why didn't you tell us, sweetie?

Y/N - I didn't want to be a burden...

Sana - You'll never be a burden to us, we love you okay?

Y/N - Ok...

Sana - JIHYOOO

And like that, everyone that was in the kitchen together with Jihyo run to the bathroom to know what was going on.

Twice except Sana and Y/N - WHAT HAPPENED? IS EVERYTHING OKAY? WHO DIED?

Sana - Guys, calm down...

Jihyo - Calm down? You just screamed like someone was dying and-

Sana - Ok, ok. It's my fault but what I wanted to say is: our kid is sick!!!!

3mix approaches Y/N and starts hovering over Y/N

Nayeon - What are you feeling sunshine?

Jeongyeon - Do you need anything angel?

Jihyo just comes and brings Y/N closer to her chest in a hug whispering sweet nothings in her ear

Y/N - I'm fine unnies

Dahyun - So that's why you were rushing to the bathroom, she threw up unnies!

Mina - Talk to us sweetheart

At this point, Y/N already started crying and leaving a wet patch on Jihyo's shirt but she finally started telling the truth

Y/N - I didn't want to worry you guys *sniffles* I felt like I'd feel better after some time but I still feel really nauseous!

Chaeyoung - That's okay bro, do you feel anything else?

Y/N - I'm kinda dizzy...

Jihyo - Okay, that's it. Let's get you in the bed

Y/N - Nooo, I don't wanna be alone

Everyone smiles at that knowing that they make their maknae feel safe and loved.

Tzuyu - Let's go to the sofa in the living room, you lay there while we do things near you!

Y/N - That's awesome, I love it!

Jihyo carries her to the sofa bridal style, not without Y/N putting her nose on her neck and making her let out a motherly smile. Gently she lays Y/N there and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

J-line come behind with tissues and a thermometer so they can see if the fever broke or not.

Momo - Let's see if you still have a fever hon, open up.

They take her temp and it's still high, Mina leaves and faster than Barry Allen she comes back with the medicine.

Y/N - Nooooo, I hate this one unnie

Jeongyeon - Drink it bae, it's for the best.

Nayeon - Yeah! And it's better than that one you're thinking, it's another flavour!

Y/N - I don't wanna!

Jihyo - Drink it right now Y/N L/N!

Y/N - Ok mom...

Jihyo just raises an eyebrow at that and lets her go because she's sick.

One side effect of the medicine was being sleepy, the unnies hope that she feels it soon so she can sleep the pain and sickness away (let's dance the night away~)

When they looked at Y/N after a long time of her being silent they noticed she was falling asleep so they went to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Y/N - Love you unnies...

Twice - We love you too our lovely maknae, get well soon.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

#twice fluff #twice #twice x reader #twice x y/n #kpop imagines #kpop gg #twice 10th member #twice added member #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #nayeon x reader #jeongyeon x reader #momo x reader #sana x reader #jihyo x reader #mina x reader #dahyun x reader #chaeyoung x reader #tzuyu x reader

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: 15. December - "a meal"

Kacchan: wtf Why? Deku: hahah what is it Kacchan: *image attached* I don't know what I find weirder. Eating somewhere else with you or eating something you claim to have cooked Deku: I have my rice thingy!! And I can cut potatoes and fry meat too ᕦ⊙෴⊙ᕤ Kacchan: Equating frying meat with cutting potatoes is a red flag in itself Deku: Why? Kacchan: 'Why' he asks What do you want to cook? Curry? Deku: What do you want to eat? Kacchan: Curry. Deku: Ah. Ok. Curry then i guess haha Today? Kacchan: Today is Friday Deku: Shit, it's movie night. Well, then… Tomorrow? Evening? I think some of the others are home for the weekend. Or are we going to cook for everyone? Kacchan: No You and me on Saturday. I'll buy the meat. Deku: Then I'll buy the potato. Kacchan: And the rest Carrots Celery Onions Paprika chili pepper Curry cubes And not just one potato, you total culinary catastrophe!!!!!!! Deku: hm hm Watch out, bold question: Shall we go shopping together? Not the meat, Your Highness, but the rest? Kacchan: Would probably be for best …did you actually get everything you needed yesterday? There were only Doritos in the picture. Deku: Yes! And I wanted to ask something... What did you delete? Kacchan: If it was any of your business, it would still be there Deku: ಥ_ಥ

"We could have just cooked together, you know," Izuku pointed out, standing in the doorway with his arms full of bags of chips, pretzel sticks and crackers. Kacchan stood in front of him, scanned the selection and then picked out the Doritos, not caring if anything else fell out of his arms. But that didn't happen. "I know," he replied slowly, tucking the bag under his arm and licking his gums thoughtfully, "but it felt like shit knowing you all hang out together every fucking Friday. While I'm alone in my room." Izuku's eyes widened and he fought off a serious wave of pity. "That's actually the time you go to sleep…" he started to explain, but it sounded a bit pale on his tongue, "But we should have asked more often. I'm sorry." "Not your fault." … He closed his mouth and blinked at the boy in front of him, stunned. He was right, it wasn't his fault. But Izuku had the feeling that less than a month ago, he was to blame for EVERYTHING that went wrong in Kacchan's life. "The idiots accepted it too," he finally said, curling the corners of the chip bag and the second wave of pity hit Izuku harder than the first. "I'll ask you next time, Kacchan. Even if we just go to the mall after school." "You and your nerd gang?" Izuku nodded, thinking that the prospect of eating frozen yogurt at the mall with him and Shouto and Iida Tsuyu and Ochako wasn't something Kacchan would want to be a part of at all. "Yeah. We usually go when a new place opens. Last time it was churros. Before that, frozen yogurt. But it's just me and-" "Cool." "C-cool?" "Yeah," he growled into his face, then finally took a step back, leaving enough room for Izuku to step out of the space between Kacchan's solid body and the door, "Better than meeting at the arcade every other weekend and spending a bunch of money on stuffy air and empty hands." "Oh," Izuku breathed, blinking sideways, "that sounds really… not very smart." Kacchan reached behind him to close the door before Izuku could try to do that with a sleeve or an elbow. His internal mountain of astonishment and admiration grew with each of these actions. Kacchan carried the chips Izuku had bought for him in his arms and had picked him up from his room on the way to the common room. Besides, he assumed that their little conversation had led to the idea that Izuku would ask Kacchan… if he wanted to accompany them (HIM AND HIS FRIENDS, not particularly cool or badass!!) into the city. Right? He cleared his throat and started walking, "Just to make sure…" "Do you know the Nikoman booth? At the end of the main street by the library?" "Ugh. Yeah." "Dad told me they're going to add grilled meat and spareribs to the menu in the new year." ... if Izuku's arms weren't full, he would have squealed into his hands like a toddler at Christmas. That was the sweetest 'I want to be part of it' Izuku had ever heard. As it was, he could only bite his lips and watch Kacchan with raised eyebrows and eyes full of devotion as he grumpily finished his thought: "That would be something similar, wouldn't it? It's not a new place, but the menu-"

"Absolutely!" he interrupted him and Kacchan looked up as they reached the landing side by side.

His ears were red. A corner of his chip bag was suspiciously black. "This is definitely worth a visit," he repeated, and to relieve Kacchan of some of his tension, he awkwardly raised his overloaded arms: "My elbows still hurt from the day I fell down the stairs."

Red eyes flitted over his fingers and the many bags, "not to mention my back..."

Their eyes met.

"Could you maybe help me?"

Izuku saw that Katsuki took a deep breath. In a way that showed how agitated he actually was. But the moment passed quickly and he lifted enough of Izuku's burden that he could see the stairs at his feet and slowly began to walk down to the common room.

Kacchan followed at a minimal distance, but quickly caught up with him as Izuku threw him a fond, affectionate grin.

Every day felt more and more like… progress. Hope filled him to the tip of his nose and made his heart tingle for the rest of the evening.

#bkdk #mha #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #deku #fanfiction #fluff #kacchan #chwhwn #katsuki bakugou #katsudeku #ao3 fanfic

[sakuratree066]

🍋|~Red Lights & Red Marks~| Hyunjin & BangChan🍋

𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚅:

You, Hyunjin and Bang Chan were filming the MV for Red Lights. The 2 Already did their part for the MV. U were doing your solo scene with u one the bed posing and lip syncing. The boys in the background ofc can't thanks their eyes off u.

"Damn..."-🦙

"S-She's too good at acting."-🐺

"A bit too good~"-🦙

They continue to watch u act your solo scene. After the shooting, you were busy removing your makeup until u feel a strong pair of arms wrap around u. U giggled as u looked to see who it was in the mirror.

"Hehe. Hey Chris. U done getting ready?"

"Yeah. Hyunjin went to the dorms already."-🐺

"Ahh. Sorry give me a minute I'm almost done removing my makeup."

"It's okay babe. Take your time." Chan said as he snuggled against your neck as he still hugged u from behind. U giggle at his cuteness as I finish up removing my makeup. Some time later we got back to the dorms to see Hyunjin waiting for us.

🔞SPICY WARNING!!!!🔞

"Hyunjin? What is that?"

"Oh this? This is just a little gift for u babygirl~ U will see later~" -🦙

"What-"

You caught off guard when Chan suddenly pick up up and he threw u over his board shoulder. U blushed and kept telling him to put u down but ofc he didn't listen. He takes u too Hyunjin's dorm and places u onto his bed. U laid there as u see Chan remove his belt and Hyunjin removing his T-shirt to expose his fit hard abs. U gulped as Hyunjin cralwed onto the bed and went between your legs.

"U see Y/n,*Lifts her face to look at him* u were acting too sexy during your solo scene during the shooting today .I couldn't help but think about your submissive face~"-🦙

*Y/n gulped with a mad blush painting her face*

"Hey Hyunjin, I got it ready for her."-🐺

"Okay put it on her hyung."-🦙

Chan comes next to you and puts on a Versace designed blindfold on your eyes. U moan as u felt Chan's lip go on your neck lightly sucking on it. U also shivered as Hyunjin kissed your chest and slowly removed your pants and undies.

"Don't moan too loudly baby~We are just getting started~" Hyunjin smirked as he kisses down your body until he reaches your womanhood. U felt Chan to your left side as he guided your hand as u flich a little as u held onto his hard member.

"U better make me feel good babygirl~" Chan said in a husky seductive voice. U bit your lips as u slowly moving your hand up and down his member. Hyunjin on the other hand was eating u out making u stroke Chan faster. U can hear Chan's pants were hot and heavy and Hyunjin younger making wets sounds as he eats u out. U panted as u feel your high coming in already. U flinched and whimper as Hyunjin slaps your thigh hard.

"U better not cum yet baby...Or else" Hyunjin said threating making u shiver as he continues to eat u out. The Versace blindfold made the make out session more intense then already is. U moaned as u held onto Hyunjin's hair started to strike Chan faster. He hear Chan growl as you felt his white seed all over your hand. U groaned loudly as u felt Hyunjin's amazing tounge work going deeper into u hitting your g-spot.

"Ugh~ H-Hyunjin I can't-"

"Too bad baby. Not until I say so~"-🦙

You tighten around his tounge as u gripped his hair tightly. U reached your high and reached your climax onto Hyunjin's mouth. He still takes in all of your juice and looks at your blindfolded red face.

"Baby...I told u not to cum until I say so right?"-🦙

"Y-Yes...I'm sorry..."

"U need punishment babygirl~"-🐺

U panted as u felt Hyunjin get off the bed and was replaced with Chan as he entered u with protection on. U gasp from his sudden movement as he started moving in a fast pace. U moan as u gripped onto the pillow behind your head as u hear Chan's groans.

"Ugh~ Damn babygirl~ U are still tight despiting how many time we had sex with u~"-🐺

U panted and gripped the pilliow tighter as Chan moved in a very fast pace. U moan his name as u felt his member tense. He thrusted until he reaches his high. He pulls out of u and Hyunjin quickly entered u without letting u take a break. I groaned in pain and pleasure as Hyunjin started to moves at a fast pace like Chan.

"This is what happens if u don't listen to me baby~"-🦙

Your mind was blank as u continue to moan. U felt your leg go onto Hyunjin's shoulder as he leans into you making his member hit deeper into you. U grip his shoulders and back as he moves faster. After some time, u felt his member tense up inside u making u tighten around him.

"Ugh~ Yeah like that baby~" Hyunjin moans as he kisses your neck as he moves. U grip his head tightly as u were just lost in the pleasure. U both moaned as u both reached your highs. Hyunjin collapses onto of u as your legs lightly shake from the intense heat. The 3 of u were exhausted as u 3 we're breathing heavily. Chan removes your blindfold and kisses your lips.

"Sorry babe. Are u okay?"-🐺

"I-Im fine..."

"YAH!!! CAN U 3 KEEP IT DOWN!?! U WOKE US UP!!!"-🐷

"Ahh! Sorry Oppa!" U said covering your face as u guys heard Changbin's voice from the outside of the close door. Hyunjin and Chan giggled as they felt proud and embarrassed.

#hyunjin #bang chan #skz x reader #skz

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Anger Management

Mina x Reader

Request: I can make a request where the reader asks to dry mine's hair with pure cuteness (both date)

‘Thank you for coming!’, the cashier said cheerfully as you exited the shop.

You were going to meet Mina and had decided to get some snacks, knowing she must have just come back from practice and will be hungry.

You reach her and are greeted by a smile as Mina lets you in.

‘I got some snacks!’ You declare showing her the packet.

Mina slowly reaches in and has a look through them and then looks at you, slightly disappointed, ‘Y/n I don’t really like any of these.’

‘Well, what did you want then Mina? Because I-’, you begin but get cut off.

‘Never mind, it’s alright.’, Mina replies as she takes a packet of what appears to be gummies and a bottle of orange juice.

You stay silent, feeling awkwardness brewing around the corner. However you get a chance to clear the air when you notice that Mina seems to be struggling to open the packet.

You attempt to take it from her but she stops.

I told you y/n it’s fine I’ll-

I’m just opening it’, you interrupted and tried to force it open, unfortunately you used too much force and caused the gummies to fly everywhere. This caused Mina to jerk in surprise, her arm, hitting the bottle of juice and causing it to spill all over her.

She’s gasps in horror, horror which quickly turns to anger. ‘UGH! I just want to spend some time with you but you’re just…..so miserable! Can’t do anything right!’

You listen to in complete shock as you rarely ever hear her raise her voice, never mind snap at you like that. ‘I’m sorry, I-I was just trying to-to help y-

Stop blabbering idiot! I don’t want it now!

Mina…I’m sorry but don’t you think your taking it too far?

She doesn’t respond and just looks away glaring at the walls.

‘Fine then!’ You snap back and storm out of the room.

‘Mina you ok? You have been acting distracted today. This is the fifth time you messed up the dance’, Jihyo asks in worry knowing it’s extremely odd for Mina to make so many mistakes.

‘I’m…I’m ok.’, Mina replies unconvincingly.

‘Ok, let’s do one last try and then we take a break’ Jihyo orders.

All the members seem to be in sync this time and it seems to be going well until Mina nearly messes up but jerks back in her position but this causes Nayeon to flinch and the move ends right there. Jihyo sighs in frustration, ‘We need to do better girls, we only have a few weeks before our tour. We can’t make these mistakes.’ Everyone murmurs in agreement head to the cafeteria, discussing what they are going to eat. Mina however, hangs back, staying quiet.

As all the girls give their orders and chatter as they wait for their food, Mina keeps quiet and instead flicks through her phone, hoping to see a reply from you. She opens the inbox to see her “I’m sorry” still unread from yesterday. Her heart breaking upon seeing it, she swallows slowly, not knowing what to do next.

She puts down her phone, hoping that practice is over soon so she can call you, only to find Chaeyoung and Sana staring at her with worried looks. She quickly looks away from her knowing that some of the members are starting realize something is up. However, before they are able to say anything the food is brought to them and all attention is switched quickly to it.

Taking a deep breath, Mina looks at the kimchi rice she ordered and takes a small bite but she couldn’t swallow it. Her chest felt heavy and it felt like her throat had closed up making it hard to breathe. Taking another deep breath, Mina forces herself to swallow, feeling sick to her stomach. She looks down in shame and her lips begin to quiver.

Mina?, Nayeon asks with concern putting her hand on her back. However to her surprise, Mina just puts her head in her heads, hiding her face. By this point, all the other members noticed her and gathered around her, concerned to see their beloved member in this state.

Their worry only increase when they start to hear her sob. Doing the best they can, everyone tries to comfort and reassure her but it’s difficult when they don’t know what the issue is.

Jihyo, feeling worried and guilty asks Mina if this was because she called her out for messing up the dance. Mina shakes her head and replies, ‘I fought with y/n, and now y/n is mad at me.’

She explained the events of yesterday, she had stopped crying but she still looked pretty shaken up. When she finished, everyone looked quite shocked.

‘Mina unnie….you really said that…whoa I didn’t think you could be that blunt’ Chaeyoung commented

I…..I don’t know…we were just…and then I just snapped and then I said some things and then y/n ended up storming off. Now Y/n isn’t replying to my texts, not even reading them. The girls then begin suggesting what she could do to try and make up with you.

You were still upset over Mina’s outburst. You didn’t understand why a small mistake would warrant such an uncharacteristic outburst from your girlfriend. Like sure, maybe yesterday was a bad day for her and yes you did cause the gummies to fall everywhere but she was the one who spilled the juice and she was the one who snapped at you. Of course you did feel bad for not replying to her texts, your heart is screaming at you to reply, unfortunately, your ego is stopping you from doing that.

While you are debating with yourself about whether you should atleast read her messages or not, you get a text from Nayeon, she wants to know if you’d be up try some new food places with her. Obvious no brainer for you.

You knock on Nayeon’s door and are surprised to see Dahyun open it. You both greet each other and Dahyun leads to you the kitchen where you find Mina…..

The next thing you know, there’s some hushed whispering and the door behind you shuts leaving you in the kitchen alone with Mina followed by giggling from outside the room. You sigh as it all makes sense to you now.

Mina looks at you with guilt, her arms to her sides, unsure of whether she should say something or not. She manages to gather some courage and begins to frantically apologize, ‘ Y/n I’m really really sorry…..I shouldn’t have acted like it. I won’t make any excuse. Please forgive me.’

Hearing and seeing her act like that immediately broke all your resolve and it took everything you had to not run up to her and embrace her tightly.

You slowly nod and give her a weak smile. ‘It’s alright Mina….I probably pushed you over…..’ you fall silent as Mina rushes and hugs you tightly. Slowly you wrap your arms around her as well.

#twice #kpop gg #kpop scenarios #kpop headcanons #kpop imagines #myoui mina #reader x idol #sharon myoui #twice mina

[aguinhaac]

Ugh I ready gotta do this huh? Everyone says that derision is the "worst episode of miraculous" but I disagree, it is illusion

Well guess It's time, today I will be revealing The fifth episode of miraculous season 5 illusion

Pls god save me

We start of the episode as some journalists are interviewing citizens to find out popular opinion about their two idiotic heroes. Really, I think it would be a neat idea, show how the citizens of Paris feel about ladybug and chat noir, it could lead to some interesting drama of Marinette having to deal with the guilt of losing almost every single miraculous AND a lot of people hating on ladybug, making her sick, but then Alya could help her, maybe even su-han. Her school friends could help and it wouldn’t need to reveal, if a friend of yours is feeling bad you don’t need to know what happen to comfort, they. Chat noir could help too giving a bit more of a reason why ladybub fell in love with him, you gotta admit, the square flip was out of nowhere, and with this all plus the people that still believe in her, Marinette would slowly get better. I personally think that it would be some good drama. BUT THIS HAS THE WORD "GOOD" SO IT IS ALREADY DISCARDED AND INSTEAD MAKING ONLY THE ASSHOLES LIKE BOB ROTH AND CHLOE SAY BAD THINGS ABOUT LADYBUG BUT BECAUSE THEY ARE THE "BAD GUYS" THEIR POINT IS TOTALLY UNVALUED BECAUSE THEY ARE EVIL WHILE THE "GOOD GUYS" LIKE THAT PIGEON MAN AND MR DAMOSHIT ARE THE RIGHT ONES BECAUSE “oH LoOk aT tHeM tHeY aRe sO lIkeBlE sO tHeY aRe PrObBaLy RIgHt” THE WRITTERS ARE TRYING TO CONVINCE THAT LADYBUG WAS NOT AN IDIOT WHICH IS A BIG FAT LIE, AND INSTEAD OF GIVING SOME INTERESTING DRAMA THEY JUST TRY MAKE US EAT THAT EVERYONE IN PARIS BELIVES THAT A 15 YEAR OLD GIRL IS WORTHY ALL THE TRUST IN THE WORLD, BECAUSE WE CAN’T HAVE GOOD THIS IN THIS GOD FOR SAKE SHOW. Not even two minutes in… AND I AM ALREADY PISSED

Chloe: ladybug? She’s turned paris over to supervillains, that would never have happened with queen bee

We know my queen, I am so sorry that the writers took your crown and tried to make you look like a butthole, and yet you still there shining, thank you my queen, thank you for being the only one in this show that still have a brain.

We cut off to the program presenters talking more about everything, we have Nadja that I learned the name but I still do not give a shit about, the banana man, alec, and bob roth

Nadja the reporter: And we are back on the set of leading questions on its answers, with our experts You’ve heard the people of Paris, monarch is more powerful than ever, and ladybug can’t seem to regain the miraculous from him, so the question on everybody’s mind is, are ladybug and chat noir the heroes we need?

Alec: the midia has paralyzed us with fear but what we need to defeat monarch is more love and kindness, people need to follow their dreams and have more hope, that way we wouldn’t be feeling these negative emotions, come with me now everyone just love one another-

Bob roth: if you ask me there’s too much talk about ladybug and chat noir and not enough talking about my son’s- I mean that wonderful indie artist XY new album!

Nadja: thank you for that bob, and you mister banana? What’s your take in all of this?

Banana man: stay peachy~

Nadja: thank you we’ll be right back after this message.

Monarch, please akumatize this person and make her beat up everyone in this studio, she deserves it after all this humiliation

Ok first of, experts in what? Bob roth is an expert in music, the banana is an expert in dad jokes and alec is an expert in show tv shows, COULDN’T YOU BRING SOME MORE QUALIFIED PEOPLE? Like idk AN POLICE OFFICER? MAYBE A POLITICAL? OR MAYBE JUST MAYBE ANOTHER SUPER HERO BECAUSE THE AROUND THE WORLD SPECIAL PROVED THAT THERE’S MORE OF THEM? THE HELL? WRITERS THIS TYPE OF THING WAS SUPOSSED TO BE A SERIOUS SCENE, BUT INSTEAD YOU MAKE THE WORST JOKES EVER? IF YOU WANT YOUR SHOW TO BE SERIOUS DON’T MAKE EVERYTING BE A JOKE. YOU CAN PUT A COMIC RELIEF SO IT DON’T BECAME A BATMAN, BUT WHEB ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE THE COMIC RELIEF, IT DOES NOT WORK!!!

And then they play the… alliance ad….

I shall not make this joke again, I shall not, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Kill me, pls

The scene cuts (thank God) to Adrien’s room where Plagg in playing with the alliance, making AA (Adrian alliance) say facts about cheese

Adrien of course gets uncomfortable with the thought that there’re right now a lot of creepy fans being able to make AA say anything they want or make him necked, the HELL was you thinking Gabriel? So, Adrien goes to talk to his dad and have a surprise he was making him some breakfast, and that he was going to the parent meeting in school.

They talk about how they've grown apart since Emelie’s death. No man you’ve grown apart since you became a terrorist. And we have a scene where a little drop of pancake butter falls on his Richard sphinx cosplay shirt and he goes ape shit, but gabe stops being mad and Adrien gets to the point.

Adrien: dad I’m not really comfortable with having my face in all this rings, that’s actually why I didn’t wanted be a model anymore, to avoid that, do you understand?

Gabriel: of course, I understand my son, but that’s the point it is just an image its not you. And since this image frees you from your obligations, we the agrestes are able to spend more time together, but if you rather everything went back to the way it was before just say the word

Adrien: you’re probably right,

Gabriel: you’ll see my son; alliance will bring us closer.

Ugh this is other thing I hate about this show, it can’t decide if they want Gabriel to be pure evil or sympathetic. Sometimes we see Gabriel caring about his son (gorizilla, queen wasp) and other he doesn’t give a shit about Adrien (chat blanc, oblivion, ephemeral, etc.…) and I hate this so much, but I liked that they made Gabriel being an passive aggressive toxic dad instead of just a butthole to Adrien all the time, makes more sense that why Adrien don’t know his dad is toxic, toxic relationships normally aren’t just the person being an asshole all the time, heh bet it won’t last longer because it isn’t miraculous if something utterly stupid happen every 5 seconds

We cut the scene to marinette and alya talking on the cell phone while walking to school with the split screen showing off what they're doing, and then…. They start talking about rena rouge and the lost miraculous……. TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT SHOULD BE A SECRET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET IS A GREAT IDEA, HELL YOU

They talk about how monarch is able to get the jewels back in the last second and alya suggests that maybe he is using the dog miraculous to fetch the miraculous back, which would be a better idea than HE BEEING ABLE TO BREAK A MIRACULOU, AND EVEN IF IT’S BROKEN USE THE POWERS AND WOULD ACTUALLY GIVE THE DOG MIRACULOUS SOMETHING TO DO INSTEAD OF BEEING A STUPID SUPPORT MIRACULOUS JUST LIKE THE SNAKE AND THE FOX. Who am I kidding? The dog will never stop being a support miraculous.

Marinette and Alya arrive at school and Nino tell the group (Alya, Adrien, Marinette) he is going to form a resistance to help ladybub and chat noar without powers. Nino gets the name comrade ketchup and Adrien comrade mayo. The scene cuts to the group in the cafeteria, they get some food, Adrien flirts with Marinette,

Alya: hey, did I just hear Adrien say he wanted to spend more time with you? Woah that awesome!

Marinette: No, it’s not, whenever I’m near Adrien I can’t concentrate what if I lose my miraculous because I stop focusing on superhero stuff?

Alya: don’t worry, I’ll keep you focused

FUCK U ALYA, COULD YOU STOP BEEING AN HYPOCRITE FOR 2 MINUTES?????

Nino then pretend that they are doing some secret meeting which…

Nino: this lunch is just a cover comrade mayo

Alya: comrade mayo?

Nino: from now one you’ll calm me comrade ketchup, I summoned you to this secret meeting because-

Alya: you didn’t summon us to anything Nino

Nino: of course, I did otherwise I wouldn’t be a secret comrade hotel

Breath… breath aguinha… Chloe comes in but it’s just another way to the writers demonanize her and we go back to the group talking and….

Alya: what’s up with the sauces?

Nino: what’s up is ladybug and chat noir don’t have us to help them anymore

Alya: uhh, what do you mean us?

Nino: well, us, you rena rouge me carapace

Alya hits him because he deserved*

Nino: aught, what’s the big deal? We can tell Marinette and Adrien we used to be superheroes

Nino: it’s not like we have any miraculous that could steal from us, the only ones who need to protect their secret identities are ladybug and chat noir. And anyways I already told Adrien about carapace

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

FUCK OFF NINO, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??? OK IF ALL THE MIRACULOUS WERE GONE FOREVER WOULD MAKE SENSE HE REVEALED, BUT WHAT IF LADYBUG ONE DAY BE ABLE TO GET THE MIRACULOUS???? I THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE OF THE PERSONS THAT TRUSTED HER, AND WHY THE HECK DID YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE CAFETERIA? THIS WHOLE SCENE DON’T MAKE SENCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Lila that I don’t care about but she is a big part of the episode according to the writers comes in and asks to sit down with them, which Marinette says no

Nino: technically we are in the middle of a meeting

SHUT UP NINO

Lila posts a picture of Adrien in the cafeteria, while that Nino explain the plan to the group using yogurt metaphors, the plan it to cause an akumatization and record it

Adrien: isn’t that cruel?

Alya: totally, make someone suffer just to discover monarch’s technique? Super cruel.

Nino: no it’s not, you forgot ladybug always fixes everything in the end with her magical ladybugs

Nino, what the actual hell? Make someone suffer in the name of public good? WHAT IF IT DIDN’T GO RIGHT? WOULD HE JUST DO IT AGAIN UNTIL THEY CATCH SOMETHING?? THIS IS IMORRAL, UNETICAL, AND I BET FITS AS A CRIME. HE IS BASICALLY DOING WHAT CHAT NOIR AND MARINETTE DID BUT WORST, well chat noir already tried to kill so, HE IS BASICALLY DOING WHAT MARINETTE DID, ARE WE SUPOSSED TO ROOT FOR SOMEONE TRYING TO MAKE ANOTHER PERSON SO SAD THAT SHE WOULD AGREE TO GIVE FULL CONTROL OF HER TO A GOD DAMMIT TERORIST? AND THE PHRASE “you forgot ladybug always fixes everything in the end with her magical ladybugs “THE PERSON WILL STILL REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE SHE GETS AKUMATIZED, YOUR ARE BASICALLY DOING SOMETHING MONARCH WOULD DO, FUCK OFFF.

A bunch of Adrien stans go in the cafeteria look for him, but they are able to run away and they go to the same basement we see in “rocketear” to talk more about their plans.

And they decide that the person they would akumatize would be…. Gabriel….

THE HELL? IT IS YOUR BEST FRIEND DAD, WHEN HE WAS FINALLY BEEING NICE AND GIVED SOME FREEDOM TO HIS SON, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ALREADY CROSSED MY LINE, YOUR NAME WILL NOT BE NINO ANYMORE, BY NOW YOU WILL BE STUPIDINO BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE, A STUPID PIECE OF SHIT.

Stupidino tells Adrien that probably his dad doesn’t care about him and was just doing this for marketing, what a good friend!

Alya: seriously thought, ladybug would never approve this plan. Your with me in this one right Marinette?

Marinette: well, ugh, if it could help defeat monarch, maybe ladybug would agree! After all she can fix everything afterwards

W H A T ? WRITTERS? WHAT IS THIS? WASEN’T LADYBUG/MARINETTE EXTREMALY CAREFULL ABOUT SUPERHERO STUFF? THE HECK? IT IS OBVIOUS IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK, SHE SHOULD KNOW THAT MIRACULOUS DO NOT WORK LIKE THIS, SHE IS THE FREAKING GUARDIAN. WHAT THE HELL, DOES SHE JUST WANT TO TORTURE GABRIEL OR SOMETHING? WASN'T MARINETTE SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO? SHE IS ACTING LIKE MONARCH.

Lila tells Gabriel about their stupid plan, and the parenting meeting begin, Marinette comes In saying she forget her organizatior holding A GOD DAMMIT PIZZA, WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, she makes a little scene and drops the pizza on Gabriel’s clothes

Wait… is this pineapple?

🔫

Adrien and Alya also drop some food in Gabriel clothes, and I'm not going to narrate this part, it's just cringe that’s all. Gabriel takes Adrien home and says that he will now be homeschooled again. Really this is the only episode in this season alya is likable, BECAUSE DIFERENTLY OF EVERYONE SHE USES HER BRAIN

Alya: I told you this plan was bad; all we’ve achieved was getting rid of your “BFF”, at best he is the one who is Gona get akumatized

Gabriel, please do what she said, akumatize Adrien, AND MAKE HE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT STUPID MORON,

They go apologize with Gabriel, while that Gabriel as monarch uses illusion to create an illusion of himself, the ilugabriel ( illusion of Gabriel) starts to regret not being a good father and gets akumatized, so then it was like REALLY useless, because it was an illusion of an akuma, THEY DIDN’T EVEN COULD LEARN ANYTHING FROM IT.

Adrien and Marinette transform and go fight the ilucollector (illusion of collector, not the toh one) and the fight scene is really good, the ilucollector is able to use his tablet like a boomerang, both the heroes and the villain try as much to not be touched, pretty cool. Ilucollector runs away. While that, Monarch then fuses with the real horse miraculous, the bee, the mouse, and the rooster miraculous. Monarch uses voyage to go to the sewers, activates venon, use multitude and became invisible with the rooster, wow man he is really powerful. Grab your popcorn everyone, today we will see ladybub’s plot armor in action. Laybub uses her lucky charm and gain a bag full of shredded cheese. Monarch again uses the voyage to make the heroes fall in the sewers. And monarch paralyzes chat, dude wouldn’t it be better paralyzing ladybug first? You never captured her but captured chat a billion times. Ladybub finds out that there is invisible mini monarch’s walking around and throw the grated cheese in the mini monarch’s making some rats that where there run after them. Monarch then reunites. With ilucollector he makes some drama, gets deakumatized and jump off in the sewer water.

Ladybug: its not too late, anyone can change.

Except Chloe, chole is a brat and will always be a brat. Right Astruc?????

Ladybug transforms in aqua bug without eating any magical macaron, you know what I don’t care. this has already 6 pages, and my pc do NOT withstand something longer than that, lets just get this over with.

Nino finds out that when monarch gives or removes a power a lightning bowl appears, which as I said its not true because that was an iluakuma (illusion of akuma) Alya gives stupidino a hug and says sorry? What? No man you really shouldn’t say sorry to him. The writers are the ones who needed to apologize for giving you such a stupid boyfriend.

Stupidino explains everything to Gabriel and apologizes, and ladybug… says what they did was very risky and… they should not do it again…..

Gabriel allows Adrien to go to school again and we find out that the whole class is now in the resistance, this feels like when feminists say “we fight in name of gender equality" then some person say "wow cool I'm going to join" without knowing what they were getting into XD

And we find out that Lila is also a part of the resistance.

Alya: everyone wants to help ladybug Marinette.

WHAT??? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STILL TRUST LILA??

AFTER LYING IN YOUT BLOG, ALMOST GETTING YOUR BFF KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL. AFTER KNOWING THAT SHE TRAITED LADYBUG MULTIPLE TIMES (like in oni-chan) HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STILL BELIVE IN HER. Ok Alya, I will give you one last chance because you are my third favorite secondary hero, but if you screw up ONE MORE TIME, you will be called fucklya.

And this is where the episode ends, wow I didn’t saw that much bullshit in a while now, stupidino is a psychopath and Marinette just agrees with him. I would say I ship those two but Marinette is terrible and Adrien is terrible, they deserve each other. Alya was AWSOME in this episode, except for the end.. and the beggining.... But still ok, The fight scene was good but it didn’t last much. I like the idea of people helping the heroes without powers, but the execution is just like everything in this show, bullshit

I will give this episode a 2.2/10. Life is misery.

That’s all I have to say, thank you for seeing, see you in the next post

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Madix taking care of Dakota when he gets sick while their hanging out. Romantic caretaking is nice and all but I love a good bromance.

Thanks for the requests! For some reason my brain really wanted to add some cold/flu symptoms and the result is this inaccurate fic that also has emeto. Enjoy! And I used prompts from THIS post to help me beat writer's block:

62. "Shh, keep your voice down. ____ is sleeping."

43. "He's too stubborn for his own good."

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Madix sat on the floor with his back up against the couch. There was nothing wrong with the couch—other than it currently being taken up by Dakota’s sleeping body—but Madix preferred to sit on the floor to play video games. Maybe it was a habit from his childhood, sitting closer to the tv than necessary, but he swore it helped him win. Plus, this way he could better reach the bowl of chips on the coffee table. 

He really shouldn’t have been eating chips just then considering that he and Dakota were meant to go to the movie theatres in less than an hour. There would be popcorn there, but he couldn’t stop himself from snacking. Like sitting on the floor, barbeque chips were an essential element to the Saturday afternoon gaming session. As a kid, he’d been limited to two hours of play time on the weekends. As an adult he could play for as long as wanted, if his schedule was free.

Technically, they would need to leave for the theatre in half an hour, but Madix didn’t think that was going to happen. The congested snoring from behind him told him that they would be better off staying home. 

Dakota had said earlier that he felt fine enough to keep their plans, but Madix had been skeptical. 

“You don’t sound good,” Madix had said after Dakota coughed into his elbow for the umpteenth time since arriving at his house. It was a wet, rattling cough that worried Madix. He kept looking back his friend, watching Dakota’s energy drain away the longer they played video games, like an avatar’s health dwindling with every strike. 

Dakota sniffled and answered without taking his eyes off the game. The screen was split down the middle for two-player mode. “I might be getting sick. My throat is kinda scratchy.” 

“Do you still want to go to the movies later today?” 

“Yeah of course,” Dakota insisted. “It won’t totally hit me until tomorrow anyway. That’s what Sundays are for.” 

“Right…” Madix said slowly. He was going to say more but Dakota started coughing again. Madix could hear phlegm crackling in Dakota’s lungs when he inhaled sharply. He waited until Dakota was finished to carry on. “I really don’t mind rescheduling. You don’t want to be coughing like that during the movie.”  

“Mads, I’ll be fine,” Dakota said after clearing his throat. “Try worrying instead about the fact that I just obliterated you.” 

Madix frowned and looked back to the tv in time to see his HP drop to zero.

They played for a while longer, switching to a cozy game when Dakota said that intensely staring at the screen was hurting his eyes. He blinked hard, trying to make the burning go away. Dakota’s sniffling and coughing took away from the peaceful background music, but Madix didn’t mind. He had already decided—even before Dakota fell asleep—that they’d skip the movie. As much he didn’t care about the constant coughing and throat clearing, an entire theatre of people surely would. 

At some point, Dakota had gotten up from the couch. Madix could hear him in the bathroom, clearing his throat and blowing his nose. The boy came back to the living room with the tip of his nose tinged red and glassy eyes that shone in the light. He seemed to have forgotten that they were playing a game together, leaving his controller on the table. 

“Ugh, fuck.”  He fell back on the couch with a huff, stretching his legs out and taking advantage of the fact that Madix sat on the floor. He clasped his hands together atop his belly.

“Are you alright?” Madix asked. 

“I’m a bit nauseous. It’s kinda weird.” 

Madix shrugged. “It’s not that weird to be a little nauseous if you’re swallowing a lot of phlegm.” 

Dakota grimaced. “‘A 'bit' might have been an understatement.” He groaned, massaging his thumb and index fingers into his eyes. “I really don’t need my stomach hurting on top of everything else.” 

“Still think it hasn’t hit you yet?” Madix asked, rhetorically. It was obvious to him that Dakota was properly knocked out from this bug. Dakota let out an exasperated sigh as his half-assed reply. 

Eventually, Madix found himself playing alone. Only the sound of snoring kept him company as he roamed the digital terrain of the game. The movie time came and went, and Dakota stayed asleep. Madix did not wake him. There were many times that Dakota sounded like he was drowning in the mucus that coated his airway. Madix had to stop himself from shaking Dakota awake whenever his worries got the best of him. Sleep was good. Sleep was the best thing for him. 

That sleep was almost shattered when the front door opened, and Riley came in from the rain, dripping wet and squeaking his soaked shoes on the tile. He was singing whatever song had been playing in the car, unaware that he was not home alone. Unaware that Madix was not at the movies with Dakota like he said he was going to be. 

His singing came to an abrupt stop when he saw Madix in the living room. “Oh hi, love. What are you doing here?” 

“Shh, keep your voice down. Dakota is sleeping.” Madix said quickly, wincing at Riley’s outdoor voice. His boyfriend must have been singing his heart out in the car. Riley only slid across the floor in his socks when he had Harry Styles stuck in his head. 

Riley looked to the couch, noticing for the first time that Madix wasn’t alone. Thankfully Dakota was still asleep. Riley covered his mouth. “Ah sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t think you guys would be here. Or, you know, asleep on the couch for that matter.” Riley frowned, still watching Dakota’s chest move up and down. His breathing was shallow and ragged. “Is he okay?” 

Madix shook his head. “He’s sick. He just passed right out.”

“Aw, wouldn’t he rather be at home?” 

“Probably.” Madix nodded. “But he’s too stubborn for his own good.” 

“Is it just a cold, you think?” 

“Maybe,” Madix said, chewing on his bottom lip as he listened to the crackle of Dakota’s lungs.  “But he did say he was nauseous, so I’m not sure.” 

“Well, then it’s a good thing I’m only here to shower,” Riley said, slowly making his exit. 

“Oh yeah, text me when you’re coming home.” 

 “Sure.” Riley answered. He spared one last look at the sick boy on the couch. “Please try not to catch whatever he has.” He gave Madix a knowing look. “I know you. You’re going to fuss all over him when he wakes up, and before we know it, you’ll be snoring like that.” 

“Excuse me, I’m a very careful caregiver. I wash my hands.”

“Oh, thank God you wash your hands. Not many people know that trick.”  

“Alright,” Madix said with a laugh. “Go shower before you wake him up with your sarcasm.” 

But Riley was right. Even before Dakota was awake, Madix couldn’t help himself from fussing over him. The grey tint to his skin worried Madix. Dakota’s face was knotted with tension even at rest. 

But the thing that worried Madix the most was the way Dakota shivered. He shivered under the blanket that Madix had draped over his body when he first fell asleep. Now Madix wondered if that blanket wasn’t such a good idea, not if Dakota was running a temperature.

Madix peered down at his friend (the video game long forgotten) and sighed. Dakota really didn’t look well, with his cracked lips and skin that shone with cold sweat. Madix placed his hand on Dakota’s forehead. He was not surprised by the heat he found. He was however surprised when Dakota’s eyes opened suddenly. 

“Sorry,” Madix said, taking his hand away from Dakota’s face. “It looks like you have a fever.” 

“S’okay,” Dakota mumbled, letting his eyelids droop once again. “Do I?” 

“Oh, one hundred percent,” Madix said frankly. “You are a very stubborn person who should be at home right now.” 

Dakota took in a long breath. The exhale was more of a drawn-out moan. At the end of this slow cycle, he didn’t’ even respond to Madix’s comment, instead choosing to say, “I don’t feel good.” 

“What’s bothering you? I have cold medicine. Tea if your throat hurts. Pain relievers. What do you need?” 

Dakota’s brain lagged with all the information thrown at him. Everything felt wrong. Most concerning though was the strange way that his belly gurgled. “I guess…” he started slowly, “my stomach hurts.” But then talking hurt his throat and the sound of his own voice hurt his head. “Mmh no, actually everything hurts. 

“Right, so a magic pill to fix it all then, coming right up.” Madix went to the kitchen, keeping an eye on Dakota as he did so. “We’ll start with Tylenol and see if that helps.” 

He came back with pills and a glass of water. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, facing the couch and his poor friend who was lying on it. Dakota’s eyes were closed again. Madix touched his arm. “Sit up for a minute, Kota,” he said gently. 

Dakota groaned and fought against gravity to get up. Madix’s hand on his back helped a lot. As soon as he was sitting upright, he slouched over while a wave of vertigo and nausea lapped against his senses. The living room shifted as if he were seeing it through a kaleidoscope. He put his head in his hands in an attempt to stop the world from spinning. 

“Come on, Dakota.” Madix said, resting his hand on his friend’s knee. “You can lie back down once you take these pills.” 

Dakota did not lift his head. That simple movement felt like a herculean task. The gurgling in his stomach got worse as he thought about opening his eyes. “Madix…” he whined from within the darkness of his hands. His heartbeat pulsed in his temples. “I don’t feel right.” 

“I know, man. I’m sorry.” Madix gave his knee a squeeze. 

Madix had but a millisecond to think about the implications of what Dakota just said. He said right. He didn’t say good, like before. ‘I don’t feel good’ meant something very different compared to ‘I don’t feel right’. The exact difference became very clear to Madix when suddenly Dakota was heaving up the contents of his stomach onto the floor. 

Vomit spilled between Dakota’s legs in a stream of sickly greenish-yellow. The immediate next wave followed a deep gurgle that clawed up his already sore throat. He let out a moan as his belly spasmed painfully. 

“Oh my—okay,” Madix muttered quickly as the carpet got covered in sick. He had since moved his hand from Dakota’s knee to his shuddering shoulder. That body part wasn’t in danger of getting hit. Madix rubbed small circles with his thumb. 

Dakota choked up a mouthful of lingering sick from that last wave. “Guh, oh God. I’m sorry,” he said before gagging again. His shoulder rolled forward with the next bout. His voice was incredibility thick from the congestion and now the nausea. 

“It’s okay,” Madix promised. “You’re fine.” Well…

Yeah, Dakota was not fine. He coughed up the next sludge of sick that fell passed his lips. 

It was a small gush because there wasn’t much in his stomach other than cereal from breakfast and mucus from his lungs and nose. Vomiting it up was still hell. It came out of his nose, mingling with snot that dripped from his lips. 

“Oh, Kota,” Madix cooed, seeing the strings of bile and mucus hanging off his nose. Luckily there were napkins on the table that he passed to his friend. “Here, wipe your face.” 

Dakota took the napkin. He blew his nose, almost gagging again at the feeling of chunks coming out. “Fuck, that’s gross,” he said, throwing the napkin on the floor. In the splatter of sick. He sniffled and cleared his throat. And he cleared his throat again. Then he coughed. And cleared his throat. 

“Will you take this water now?” Madix asked, picking up the glass that he hastily set down when Dakota started vomiting. He did not offer the pills. “No use taking the Tylenol just yet.” 

Dakota took small, but grateful sips of the water. It soothed his raw throat for but a second. He wiped his mouth and moaned. Madix took back the glass of water, so it didn’t spill in Dakota’s hands. 

“Okay,” Madix began slowly, trying to catch his friend’s eyes, but he wouldn’t look up. “Kota? Are you alright?” 

Dakota sniffled. “What do you think?” He still didn’t look up. 

“I’m sure you feel like crap, but are you done throwing up?”

Dakota shrugged and didn’t offer anything else. 

Madix just sighed. He was used to unhelpful answers. “Would you rather the bathroom or the bedroom? You can’t stay here,” Madix said, looking down at the mess on the carpet. “I have to clean this up before Riley gets back.” 

That was when Dakota looked up. There were tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I should have moved. I—I just felt so…I don’t know…weird. My head hurts and—”

“—Dakota,” Madix interrupted, putting his hand firmly on his friend’s back. The fire was still raging beneath his skin. “There’s no need to apologize. You’ve got a fever. You’re sick. It’s not your fault.” 

Dakota sniffled and looked at Madix with wet, bloodshot eyes. “So, you’re not mad?” 

Madix chuckled incredulously. “Do I need to take you to the hospital?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not mad. How could you think I’d be mad?” 

“I dunno.” 

Madix just laughed. It was nervous kind of laughter because none of this was in Dakota’s nature. He was clearly in need of sleep and fever reducers. “Anyway, it seems like you’re done throwing up. Let me help you to bed.” 

“Okay…” Dakota said lazily. He let Madix guide him to the second bedroom, dragging his feet on the floor. As they walked down the hall, Dakota spoke sloppily as if he were drunk. “Please don’t leave when I’m asleep.” 

“This is my house. Where do you think I’m going?” 

“Just stay here. Promise.” 

Madix sighed. “I promise. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Good,” Dakota mumbled as he crawled to the top of the bed. He quickly brought the blankets up to his chin. He coughed and coughed, until Madix thought they’d have to burn the duvet. 

Madix made sure there were tissues on the nightstand and a bucket on the floor. He took Dakota temperature with a thermometer this time. It wasn’t good. “I’m gonna check on you an unhealthy number of times, just so you know,” he said, setting down a water bottle on the nightstand. 

“How many times?” Dakota mumbled, his fevered mind latching onto the word ‘number’ for some reason.

“Fifty-seven.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay, Kota,” Madix mumbled in a laugh. “Get some rest.” 

He left Dakota to his fever dreams, and immediately washed his hands. 

#emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto fiction #emetophile #vomit kink #belly kink #emeto kink #cold fic #flu fic #stomach bug #stomachache #my ocs #Dakota #Madix #Riley #coughing #illness #snz #puking #fever #fever fic #stomach flu #upset stomach #stomach ache fic #head cold #h/c #hurt/comfort #puke without plot

[endlessbittersweetdreams]

"Broken & Beautiful" Chapter 18

     When I wake up in the morning, I have a routine that I tend to stick with: pry myself out of Jake’s arms; sit up, yawn and stretch; use the bathroom; and then kill time until he wakes up. But something unexpected happens this morning. While I do wake up in Jake’s arms, I’m immediately hit with a horrible feeling. One that hits me in one great, big wave and sends me scrambling for the bathroom. I make it to the toilet just in time, seeing last night’s dinner in reverse. I’m so focused on my misery that I don’t even notice Jake’s presence until he’s kneeling next to me, rubbing my back and making sure my ponytail stays out of the way.

     The wave dies down, but I’m still clinging to the toilet for dear life. Jake leaves my side only long enough to wet down a wash cloth, pressing it to my neck and then to my forehead. He instructs me to keep the cloth where it is and then leaves the room, coming back with a glass of cold water. I drink slowly, but it doesn’t stay down long. We repeat the same steps as before, and I end up leaning against the bathtub with the wash cloth held to my forehead.

     Jake fills the glass with some more water and hands it to me. I drink it slowly, and we wait to find out if it will stay down this time. So far, so good.

     “Ugh. Well, there’s one food I won’t be able to eat again,” I grumble as last night’s dinner is flushed down the toilet.

     He sits down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “You think it’s food poisoning?”

     I shake my head and immediately regret it. But at least this time, I’m able to keep things down. “I don’t think so. I mean, we ate the same thing. Maybe I’m stressed about something, and I don’t even realize it.” That’s entirely possible. I mean, I was rendered queasy last month when my adoptive mother came into town. Anything could set me off.

     “I’m going to call Scott. Tell him we can’t meet up with him today.” Jake makes a move to get up, but I reach out to stop him.

     “No. Don’t.”

     “Babe, do you really feel like making a trip to Bushwick? I mean, Scott can show me that place anytime.”

     I want to shake my head again, but I think better of it this time. “No. I don’t want you to put it off. You know how Scott can be. I’ll be fine. I just need to keep plenty of fluids in me and remember to keep a stack of saltines in my purse. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll be fine.”

     To be honest, I don’t even believe myself. But Jake has been looking forward to seeing the truck depot that could be a possible location for his business venture with Scott. And I, being the supportive woman that I am, agreed to go with him. Who am I to back out, just because of a little nausea?

     Jake frowns at me, but I give him my most determined look. “All right. Fine. But if you’re too sick to go, tell me.”

     “Okay,” I respond weakly.

     Once I feel up to it, I get up off of the floor and brush my teeth. After showering and getting dressed, I keep breakfast simple: dry toast and a bowl of oatmeal. Though the nausea is still present, it seems that I’m able to keep things down. That’s a blessing, albeit a small one. I remember to stuff at least two stacks’ worth of saltine crackers into my purse, grabbing a few bottles of water before Jake and I take a cab to our destination. I’m miserable the entire way, but I keep things in check.

     When we arrive at the truck depot, Scott is surprised to see me. “What the Hell is she doing here?”

     “Good morning to you, too, Scott,” I retort, sipping my water.

     He looks me up and down. “You look like Hell.”

     I bat my eyes at him sarcastically. “Funny. I could say the same thing.”

     I know that to outsiders, it seems that we hate each other. I actually consider Scott to be one of my friends, even though we’re not exactly close. He can be snarky, but that’s part of his charm.

     “Seriously, though. You look like shit. You’re not getting sick. Are you?”

     I wave him off as I take a sip of water. “I’m fine.” Actually, I’m not fine. I don’t know what it is that I’m smelling, but it’s aggravating my nausea.

     “All right,” Scott begins, rubbing his palms together in excitement. “You two ready to see this place?”

     Jake and Scott work together to slide the huge garage door upward, and then all three of us step under it and enter the building.

     “Yeah. Ignore the trucks,” Scott says as he walks around, gesturing to each individual area while Jake and I follow him. “Two--tops here. Couple of banquets. The bar will run the length of the wall. You see it, right?”

     Jake, who’s removed his sunglasses, doesn’t seem too enthused. Neither am I, but for different reasons. Ugh. This rubber tire smell is not helping my nausea. I lean against the wall, nibbling on crackers while they talk.

     “And who, exactly, is coming to a truck depot in Bushwick for a mezcal cocktail?” Jake asks.

     “Oh, for fuck sakes! Everyone,” Scott retorts. “Dude, you've been dragging your fucking feet for months. And I'm telling you, this is the place.” Then he looks at me. “You see it. Right?”

     I finish chewing the cracker and swallow, nodding. “Yeah. Definitely,” I answer. My nausea increases, and I can’t take it anymore. I have to get out of here. The smell is killing me. “Umm ... I’m just going to get some fresh air. But, uh, it looks promising, guys.” I duck under the garage door and stay close, and I can hear Scott’s voice.

     “Seriously, man. What’s up with her?”

     “She hasn’t been feeling well since this morning,” Jake answers. “Probably something she ate.”

     “Yeah. You sure you didn’t knock her up?”

     I happen to be drinking water when Scott says this, and it shoots out of my mouth. “I heard that!” I bellow as I roll my eyes. I mean, there’s no way I could be pregnant. Jake and I always use protection. Always. Every single time, without fail. My stomach is just being a little touchy, and I’ll get over it.

     Well, I definitely have not gotten over it. Family Dinner is sheer torture for me. It seems that every smell is out to get me, and it is all I can do to choke down what little food I eat. Jake insists that I ask Will to cut my shift short so I can take care of myself, but I argue that I can handle it. I just need to remember to breathe through my mouth. Although I’m miserable, I manage to pull through. It’s not easy, though. I mean, I do work in a restaurant and scents tend to waft in my general direction from time to time.

     Jake and I decide to walk back to my place, seeing as it’s closer, and I head straight for the sofa. He sits up straight while I lay down, facing away from him with my head on his legs. He covers me with my favorite throw, gently massaging my scalp. For a guy who tends to be rough around the edges at times, he can be pretty damn sweet when he wants to be.

     “You handled work like a champ,” he comments.

     “Ugh. When Tess brought out that garlic risotto and set it in front of me, I almost lost it.”

     “Feeling better?”

     “Eh. A little.”

     “Feel like eating something?” I groan in response. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” He presses his palm to my forehead. “Well, you still don’t feel feverish.”

     “I told you. It’s just stress. I get this way sometimes.”

     “Yeah. But I’ve never seen you like this,” he remarks.

     “I’ll be fine, Jake. I just need to lay down for a few minutes.”

     “Okay. If you say so.”

     “Enough about me,” I begin. “Have you told Simone? You know, about your plans with Scott?”

     He lets out a sigh, going back to massaging my scalp. “I did. A while back, actually.”

     “And?”

     “And ... she didn’t seem too enthusiastic.”

     Typical Simone. Always poo-pooing on people’s dreams.

     “You’re not giving up. Are you?”

     “No. I still want to do it. It’s just ... it would be nice if I had her support.”

     “Well, I still support you. I know I was in a hurry to get out of there this morning, but ... I really did see what Scott was talking about. And I think that you two could pull it off.” I pause. “And, just so you know, my offer to bartend still stands.”

     “I don’t know. I’ll have to take a look at your résumé.”

     “Ha, ha,” is my sarcastic response, just before I yawn.

     “All right, Sleepy Beauty. Let’s get you to bed.”

     I remind myself to sit up slowly, not wanting to get things started again. I don’t even bother with changing into pajamas, stripping down to my cami top and leggings instead. Jake makes sure that the garbage can is within my reach while I curl up on my side. After taking off his jacket and hoodie, and kicking off his boots, he lays down behind me with his chest pressed against my back and his arm around my waist.

     “Thank you for taking care of me,” I say sleepily.

     “You’re welcome,” he answers, kissing my shoulder.

     I open my eyes and take note of the sunlight through the curtains. Before I move, I wait to see if I’m still nauseated. So far, so good. I sit up slowly, paying attention to my body and looking for any signs of trouble. Okay. So far, so good. Again. Realizing that it’s safe to do so, I get out of bed. Jake is still asleep, worn out from taking care of me. I smile at him and adjust the covers, pulling them up to his shoulder, and then make tracks for the bathroom. As I brush my teeth, I pay attention to my reflection in the mirror. I certainly don’t look sick. I mean, I definitely look tired. But my coloring seems perfectly healthy. Whatever it was, I seem to be over it.

     I’m hungry, and I decide that I don’t feel like cooking. So I fix myself a bowl of cereal and eat a banana. Unfortunately, I’m not out of the woods just yet. The smell of freshly brewed coffee gets to me. Even though I don’t throw up, I want nothing more than to curl up and die. I decide that I don’t need coffee today, and I head straight for my sofa. Jake wanders out a few minutes later, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and stops to look at me.

     “Again?”

     “Yeah. I thought I was feeling better, but coffee nearly took me out. I’m dying, Jake.” All right. I admit it. When I’m sick, I tend to develop a flair for the dramatic.

     I can hear a laugh in his voice. “You’re not dying,” he assures me.

     “No, Jake. I’m dying. I have some weird, exotic disease. You’d better flee before you catch it, too.”

     He presses his palm to my forehead again, shaking his head. “You still don’t have a fever. Maybe you should go to the doctor.”

     “No. No doctor. I can get through this. I live in NYC, for crying out loud. I’ve faced worse things than this. Do you know how many bar fights I've lived through? I made it through yesterday. Didn't I?”

     “Yeah. Barely. Did you eat anything?”

     “Just cereal and a banana.”

     Jake furrows his brows at me, looking genuinely concerned. “If this doesn’t let up in a few days, promise me you’ll go to a doctor.”

     I think about it for a few moments, letting out a sigh. “Fine. Now, go enjoy the coffee that I can’t have,“ I complain as I wave him away.

@anastacia-lynn

@mypsychoticlove

#jake x oc sweetbitter #sweetbitter jake #jake sweetbitter #sweetbitterstarz #sweetbitter #tom sturridge sweetbitter #tom sturridge

[misson-impossible]

Vampire! Mikey Way x Reader -pt 2-

⚠️Warnings⚠️ None

Again, takes place in a school

Mind my tenses assume it's present unless otherwise noted

Also mind my errors

Trying to keep it gender neutral

Part 2 out of idk

Approximately 1,024 words

I go home and sit at my desk. There's nothing to really do now. I pick up my phone and just stare at it. Wow my life is pretty sad. I go and get something to eat. I sit in silence. The guy fills my thoughts. I really need to get a life. I can't figure out if it's attraction or curiosity that makes me so interested in him. I go take a shower, of course he's still in my head. Why? Am I turning into a stalker? Not yet anyway. I finish my shower and change. He intrudes on my mind. Ugh. I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling "You suck." I mumble to myself. I start to drift to sleep and my phone goes off. I look, it's Gerard. I groan and look

"lunch tommorow sit with me and the guys👍" I groan. I really don't want to sit in the cafeteria

"Says who" I respond.

"I, Gerard Arthur Way"

"🙄"

"Its settled your going to sit with us in the cafeteria or im gonna find ur ass"

"To be determind"

"And ur gonna eat"

"Nope"

"Why"

"Because"

" :/ "

"I don't have to eat"

"We'll deal with that tommorow"

"Sure...."

"Night [Y/N]"

"Night"

I put my phone on my Night stand. Tomorrow doesn't have to come right? Usually I'm ready for another day to redeem my not so graceful self but now I'm dreading it. I lay down. I was about to do something to prolong night but I ended up fall asleep before I could.

~Next day mid day~

Wow when I don't want something to happen the day goes unusally fast. Interestingly a bitch. I take a deep breath. I look at the time every few minutes hoping today could go by sooner. I want to get this overwith. I could hide from Gerard. Bathroom? No that's... just no. Bathroom? Ugh now I'm thinking of the dude again. If I could at least know his name so I don't have to keep calling him guy, boy, dude, male like literally anything could be better than that. Thinking of him made the class go faster. Ugh now it's lunch time.

As I go over to the benches the guy is putting his stuff down. I look down so he doesn't know I know he is there and 100% spying on him. I exhale as I watch him go to the restroom. I sit for several minutes before I hear loud uneven footstep coming near me. I look over and it's Gerard "I told you I wasn't gonna let you sit all by yourself!" The other guys are in pursuit. I stiffen up as the others sit on the bench as well. Gerard quickly hands me a sandwich "No thanks." I say light pushing it back to him. "Yes you are eating it." He puts it on my lap "At least pretend your eating it and throw if away in secret." He says with a chuckle. I nod my stiff composer only increasing.

After a few more seconds the boy returns and sees me and the others. He immediately becomes akward and stiff as well. He slowly walks back to the bench across the hall. I look up to see him with his head down. 'Do something [Y/N]!" I say to myself. Out of adrenaline I give him a little wave. He smiles shyly and waves back. My heart skips a beat. Best thing that's happened to me all day hands down. I smile and glance up at him. God he's actually gorgeous now that I really pay attention. I can't tell if he was making me a bit more confident or even more insecure. He looks at Gerard and the guys and quickly looks down. There was something there. He gets up and walks toward the lockers. I panic. No! He's the only excitement I have at thus point. "One sec." I say before standing up. Gerard and the others barely noticed. I quickly walk in the direction he did. I question my impulse, debating on going back but continue.

I can see him now. I jog, not so gracefully until I get closer. "Hey!" I say my voice pitched up to sound better. He turns around and raises his eyebrows "Hmm?" He says kindly. Now I'm regretting my decision "Um.. I.. uh.. sorry." I turn red and he smiles. That made me even more flustered. I compose myself "Why'd you leave?"

"Oh you paid attention? Thats rare for me to get that much recognition.."

Aw.. "Yeah I did.. Why'd you leave though?"

"No reason... long story, really pointless."

"Are you and Gerard related?"

He winces and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry! That was dumb." I know there is something more there.

"No that's a good question." He smiles. I smile back. I was getting better at this.

"[Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Yours?" My voice is starting to relax.

"Mikey Way."

Ugh why did this make me so giddy and dizzy. I simply smile. The bell rings. "So.. I'll see you around?" Mikey asks. "Yeah... I'd like that." I respond. He smiles and I do the same. He looks down at me for a few more seconds before walking away. I'm frozen. He turns around quickly as he walks and waves. I wave back and walk the opposite direction. Finally making progress. I go to my class much happier. Mikey, I keep saying in my head.

Space science goes by quick knowing that the guys name is Mikey.

When I get out and start walking Gerard meets me. "Hey where'd you go?"

"I was talking to Mikey."

His eyes go big "Mikey Way?"

"Yep." I smile.

"[Y/N] no! That's not a good guy! Not good for you anyway!"

"I thought you didn't know him!" I say firmly back.

"That doesn't matter!"

"You guys are related."

He rubs his hand on his face "He told you.."

"No.. I just assumed. What do you mean not good for me? We've only talk like.. well.. just this once."

"Just trust me."

I roll my eyes "Fine."

He nods and sighs in relief. Little did he know I just lied to his face.

#mikey way x reader #emo #my chemical romance fanfic #my chemical romance imagine #my chemical romance #gerard way x reader #frank lero x reader #gerard way #frank lero #ray toro x reader #ray toro #band fic #mcr x reader #mcr imagines #mcr fanfiction #mcr #mikey way #my chem mikey #bob bryar x reader #bob bryar #fanfiction #fic #band #my chemical romance fic

[pianocat939]

Can you do a fic where reader and Snake fruit cookie have a soft moment together?

Of course. Since you didn’t specify anything I just went along with what came to mind.

You know the usual, I make a long introduction before even getting on with the piece. Anyway, I’m gonna point out that MC has human body functions. (Kinda) I decided to write this because I am sick with a mild cold that has lasted for a week so far, and is tiring to deal with. So with that, there’s like references to throat issues…Even though you’re a cookie

Tw: Human Body functions even though you’re a cookie, mentions of death, taking pills

As soon as you opened your eyes, you felt a dryness and burning from your throat. It reminded you of being in the hot oven that burned your body to near death. Feeling uncomfortable, you used your hand to look for your sweet little snake. Woefully, they were not there; maybe they were already awake and cooking the morning meal. Slowly getting up from the bed, you headed toward the kitchen, on the task to satisfy your scorching throat.

When you reach the area, you find Snake Fruit with two cups of tea and some smell jellies on a plate.

Upon seeing your arrival, Snake Fruit brightens up, “Lovely morning today issn’t it? Here, I have cold tea and some jellies while my servants help me make breakfast.” They nudged the cup closer to you with their sleeve.

Appreciating the action, you reply, “Thank you. It’s just what I needed for my throat.” As you drank the tea, it did nothing to quench your condition. Slightly confused, you drank it again. Nothing occurred. “Ugh, I think I caught a cold.” You sulked, then picked up some of the jellies. Snake Fruit gently stroked your back with a small frown.

“You should drink hot tea; It’s better for sickness than when cold.”

You shook your head, answering, “It’s burning hot, summer is still in full-waking.” Deciding to deal with the cold rather than drinking hot tea, you continued to eat the jellies. Snake Fruit didn’t argue with your decision and continued on cooking food.

After breakfast, Snake Fruit hugged you and nuzzled your face, almost purring. They were always quite affectionate in the morning.

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As the day passed, nothing happened; just living life with your partner with a nuisance called “sickness”. Although the next day your condition worsened.

“Here, you sshould ssleep.” Snake Fruit advised, dragging you by the arm to the bed. As you laid down, they took out some pills from a small jar. Reaching over to the bedside table, they lifted a glass of water with the medication in the other sleeve. “Thiss pill is weak, but it sshould be enough for your cold.” You took the pills and glass, swallowing the disc formed beads swiftly. They took the now empty container and headed back to the kitchen.

“Can you stay next to me? It gets lonely…” You called out, and Snake Fruit returned, book in sleeve.

“Certainly, I’ll sstay by your sside.” They got into bed beside you, propping a pillow up behind them. Once in position they sat up and leaned back, getting comfortable. They bent down and kissed your face, simple but loving. “Get better ssoon dearesst, your ssmile is better when you’re healthy.”

You fell into a dormant slumber as the summer sun shined.

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As soon as you got better Snake Fruit also came down with a cold.

“Darlinggg, I don’t want to be sickkk.” They complained, coiling their tail around your waist. You laughed, patting their head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll return the favor by taking care of you!” They then buried their head in your shoulder.

Sickness can be quite annoying, especially during the summer.

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Sorry I rushed this haha. Seriously though, being sick in the summer is horrible.

Haven’t edited this btw.

- Celina

#cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run #snake fruit cookie #sickness #fluff #soft bby #snake fruit cookie x reader #cookie run x reader

[mcalhenwrites]

So excited to get near the end of Seasons, especially bc so many of my other stories are speaking to me. Short ramble about writing, pretty much.

I didn't get much sleep, and all attempts to get more have failed, so I guess I just try to stay up until about noon now. I have a little over an hour until midnight to get some more writing in for today's Camp NaNo word count, so I'll see what I can do with that. I just don't know if it'll be Seasons or one of its side stories at this point, bc I'm kind of thinking about twenty different ideas all at the same time. RIP But I'm so close to hitting 25k too! (It's a little over 24k rn) I set my word count goal for 40k, so this is doable... But ugh, so many words. :') I've packed some writing snacks for the night. Got my water, root beer, and this lunch box:

Already ate the peach parfait cup since I like them chilled. Slowly gonna nibble on this through the next few hours. XD The sandwich is a little bit of butter with some caramel pecan apple butter Cove gave me last month when they visited. :) (IT IS GODLY) Trying to eat healthy and get back to doing more of my walks/exercises, I slacked due to stress, pet deaths, Alvin health (which... he has another very minor start of a hot spot, we may have to talk to the vet about increasing his med dosage for apoquel but he's back in a cone and I need to shave the area to let it stay dry, I think this constant rain is tormenting his allergies + preventing his fur from staying dry), etc. But I went to the zoo this morning since my mom has a pass and can take me with her for free, and I took mostly photos of flowers. Most of them were bird of paradise aka STRELITZIA lmao I'm so predictable I also took a picture of some kind of orb weaver chilling by the chimps :3 I write a lot better + find a lot of inspiration when I go for walks and keep up with exercise, though my sleep is still rubbish bc my health is, so... it's pretty mild stuff for me. Okay, time to fucking write. Wish me luck? XD And if you're working on writing and happen to read this, GOOD LUCK TO YOU TOO!!! :D

#mcalhen personal

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Nineteen

Masterlist

Lucille: Ugh! Not the Poseiden Energy Plant again! Why do they like this place so much! *looking at the towering building*

Deacon: Maybe cause it's the last place anyone in their right mind would check? Wasn't that place absolutely SWARMING with Mirelurks when we stormed it at first?

Lucille: *frowns* It was like... six, Deacon. But no, that's not the problem... it's flooded and the only entrance is crawling through that pipe. *points at the pipe they're now standing in front of. Shudders* I hate swimming through that sewage.

Deacon: What do you mean? Sewage is FUN to swim through!

Lucille: *rolls her eyes* So fun, Nick wanted to burn the Silver Shroud outfit.

Nick: *system's running quieter without his engine... it's mostly just the coolant pump gurgling behind the mostly shut casing*

Jasmine: (She lets herself clings onto him like a small sobbing child, hoping that he does not mind on how childish she is being AGAIN for the millionth time today)

Lucille: *making her way through the pipe and through the facility*

Deacon: Water and radiation... great combo...

Lucille: Don't start...

Deacon: Wait? It's true!

Lucille: *sigh* No wonder Nick doesn't like you.

Deacon: He doesn't like anyone fun.

Lucille: Not true. He tolerates Hancock.

Deacon: Tolerates. Last I checked, that's not synonymous with "enjoys each other's company."

Nick: *doesn't mind if it makes her feel better in the end*

Jasmine: (Hides her face in his coat, try to ignore that still strong urge to fight so she can rip out the blasted IV)

Nick: *rubs her back. Still very worried about her*

Jasmine: (Slowly starting to calm down after her sudden fit, her body relaxing and her tears slowing down)

Nick: *making a note to try and be more on top of his maintenance for her sake...*

Lucille: Ugh... I BET they're on the same level as last time! What are they even doing?? It's not like they have a retention bureau to return synths back to!

Deacon: Someone DID evacuate the Institute. Maybe they have a little cozy place set up. Bet it even gets cable.

Lucille: Heh. Like they'd care about TV in the wasteland.

Jasmine: (Takes in a slow, calm breath, still clinging onto him as she comes back down from that smaller mental break)

Nick: *still aside from his reassuring petting. The wires make him feel less human...*

Jasmine: (Sniffs on her slowed down tears, turning her head from Nicks coat to slightly look up at him with those teary childlike eyes)

Nick: *notices and looks down at her with a small soft smile* Hey, kiddo. Guess we're both laid up involuntarily, huh? *very very gently shakes her*

Jasmine: (Just keeps staring up at him, humming softly in response)

Nick: I wish I could rip out these wires... *sighs* But alas, I've no battery. You'd think they'd think of everything but apparently a back up power source wasn't one of them.

Jasmine: (Blinks a few times, slightly lifting her bandaged arm with the IV. She wishes she could rip it clean out, but humans apparently need to eat and drink often to stay powered sooo…)

Nick: *soft laugh* Good point.

Jasmine: (Takes in another deep breath, hiding her face back in his coat so she doesn't have to look at the dammed IV anymore)

Nick: *very quietly* Sorry... *shouldn't have brought it up. Bad call*

Jasmine: (Scoots herself closer to Nick, wanting to say its alright but she cant bring herself to look up at him. Why did she have to be such a fucking mess of a person right now? Breaking at the slightest things like IVs keeping her alive and people getting even somewhat close?)

Nick: *feels detached somehow. Cold despite Jas being so close. Though he supposes that's appropriate to what he is*

Jasmine: (Quivers, soft tears are still dripping on her cheeks as she shifts her head so she is looking down. She gently taps on his arm to get his attention) (Signing, hands shaking) “I wish I wasn't so pretty, Its done more harm than good…”

Nick: *snaps out of it and looks down at her* I know... I can't believe- *bites his tongue before he says something that will send her spiraling again. Solemnly* ... I'm sorry you had to suffer for it.

Jasmine: (Chuckles dryly, looking down at herself) (Signing) “If I didn't look like I belonged on a teen beach magazine, everyone might have left me alone and half of my problems wouldn't even exist….”

Nick: *not sure how to respond to that... he goes quiet. He wagers the only reason Lucille didn't get the same treatment was because of where her vault was. She made powerful friends fast- she was lucky. Tough as nails but kind in her keen way. And when it came down to it, she was smart enough to work her way out of a bad situation. But Jas? She was all of those things except lucky and he hated how much of a deciding factor that was*

Jasmine: (Runs her hand over her stitches, sniffing on her tears) (Signing) “Worst part is that no one cared. No one cared how old I looked. You asked me once why I wear a mask when we go out. Its because no one cared at all, in fact they seemed to want it more once they saw how helpless I looked-” (Pauses to wipe her own face. She doesnt understand why she is ranting to Nick about this when nothing can be done about it…) (Signing quickly) “Im sorry, I will stop...”

Nick: *if he could feel sick to his stomach, he would be... but it's also the way the world is. He can't change it, he knows that, but he can do his best to help those in need... just like he's always done*

Jasmine: (Looks away, wrapping her arms around her waist. Why did she fucking do that? No one needed to hear about her little problems, there was bigger things at hand…)

Nick: *reassuringly, realizing how dismissive his silence has been* No, no... It's alright- I was processing everything. *pulls her in again* I'm listening. Go on...

Jasmine: (Tilts her head up at him) (Signing) “You sure? You have been taking care of me all day… Nothing can be done about it.”

Nick: I know... but sometimes it helps to talk. Get things off your chest. Besides... *lightly tugs on the cables* Not like I can go anywhere at the moment.

Jasmine: (Studies his facial expression and body language. Did he really want to hear? Or only because he couldn't go anywhere? She wasn't even suppose to rant off in the first place so it would be better if she stopped...)

Nick: I do want to hear what you have to say regardless if I could leave or not.

Jasmine: (Sighs deeply, leaning her head back on his chest. She is gonna regret this later isn't she?) (Signing, her hands still shaking) “I-... always wondered why “they” had decided to teach a ten year old how to bat her eyelashes at people, but now I see why. Like they knew how people would still be... That they would not care that I look like a kid.” (Tilts her head to looks back up at Nick) (Signing) “But I guess it did help get me out of certain life or death situations… No matter how bad that sounds.” (Looks down at herself, wishing she could just rip apart her attractive body and pretty face. She wouldn't be surprised if “they” had made alterations to her body for better effectiveness…)

Nick: *again if he could feel sick, he would be. He doesn't say anything but he nods, understanding fully that she was doing what she needed to survive at the time*

Jasmine: (She wants to say more, but cant find any words/signs. Maybe its her mind going into protective mode to keep information from spilling. So she just stares blankly down at her body, hating every bit of it at the moment)

Nick: *waits patiently for her to gather her thoughts*

Jasmine: (Turns her herself so she is snuggling back in Nicks coat for comfort, feeling the dreaded waves of memories coming back. She actually hopes that they will go away so she can continue for once…)

Nick: *rubs her back some more as he stares out into the room*

Jasmine: (Clings onto him, squeezing her eyes shut. She hates to keep admitting this… its a sign of weakness. But he is her father figure and the person she trusts the most to help her) (Whispering, her voice shaking) “Im scared, Dad… What do I do?” (She spent five, almost six hellish years fighting off any of her fears with brute force, but now she is stuck as she cant fight her memories or herself…)

Nick: *eyes widen as he looks down then back again. He honestly isn't sure what exactly is the right call here* I... I'm not entirely sure. The way I deal with bad memories might not work with yours. It's taken me a long time to realize that these flashes I get are just that- flashes. They're a part of me, sure, but they aren't me, persé... *rubs the back of his head* Best guess is to disarm them in some fashion... *softly* For now, just know you're safe...

Jasmine: (Nods against his chest, taking in a few deep breaths to help calm herself)

Nick: ... *gone still again*

Jasmine: (Steady's her breathing and her thoughts, looking back up at Nick ready to continue but pauses at the still look on his face. Was something wrong? Did she do or say something wrong again? Was she being too clingy and childish? Gently tugs on his arm, tilting her head with concern, pulling herself back)

Nick: *looks down with a smile again* You're fine. I really don't mind the contact... *looks down in thought* Sorry if I go stiff on you. When there's not much to say I tend to get lost in my own head.

Jasmine: (Stays back with her head tilted. What was he thinking about?) (Signing) “Are you okay?”

Nick: *doesn't want to worry her more* As well as I can be hooked up to the power grid of the vault. *flashes a reassuring smile*

Jasmine: (Looks down. She would smile or hum if it wasn't her fault) (Signing) “Im sorry.”

Nick: No, no... *pulls her to him again* It isn't your fault, doll. Decades of detective work can really put a toll on the old fusion engine... I'm simply just an old synth. Past my warranty. *wry chuckle*

Jasmine: (Sighs, leaning in closer to him as she is pulled in) (Signing, her hands still shaking) “You are also my Dad, but I don't know if thats even a good thing…” (Wipes her eyes)

Nick: *still very alien concept to him despite all his dealings with Lucille, Shaun, and even Nat. The two kids have the whole town looking out for them and Lucille's an adult* I fail to see how it couldn't be... you'd probably be in a hell of a lot worse place without me.

Jasmine: (Dry scoff, running her hands over her leg cuts, half tempted to scratch) (Signing) “Not for me, for you.”

Nick: *immediately stares her down hearing that* Don't you ever worry about that. It'll take it's toll, sure, but that's just part of the job of being a parent. *expression softens* As long as you're safe, happy, and healthy, then it will all have been worth it in the end.

Jasmine: (Blinks down at herself) (Signing, her fingers stiff) “Parenting me took a heavy toll on my Mom... too heavy. What if that happens to you? Im the most messed up person one could meet…” (Her hands start moving to her arms, picking at the edges of the bandages. She could not deal with that shit again, she didn't even really finish dealing with it the first time)

Nick: Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I've seen and dealt with the kind of monsters this place makes. You're not one of them. *takes her hands again to keep her from from scratching* There were probably a lot of other things you're mother was worried about besides you that we'll never know about... *sighs* She had three kids to feed. Three kids to take care of. That adds up. *takes the burnt out cigarette butt out of his mouth and flicks it to some corner of the room*

Jasmine: (Pulls her hands away) (Signing) “I throw a fit whenever I have to eat or get medical attention. I cant sleep or speak right now, not that I do much of both. And I am literally trained to hunt, seduce and kill which Ive done many times before. I think I am WAY more messed up than what you are thinking right now... Im not worth it.” (Grips her wrists tightly, looking away. Can she even truly be safe, happy, and healthy? It seemed liked it couldn't to her, every good moment gets ruined by memories and reflexes)

Nick: Still not the worst I've encountered... The eating and medical attention bit we can work on. Eventually you'll get your voice back. And believe me, you want those skills out here in the wasteland.

Jasmine: (Quietly scoffs, wiping her eyes. Oh, she definitely believes him on the “skills” part as she has used them before, but she doesn’t believe the other ones however) (Signing) “I didn't even name half of it and its already exhausting.” (Closes her eyes, taking in a breath. Guess the biggest one for right now was her mental state. If Nick wasn't in here, she would have made another attempt on her still worthless life…)

Nick: *isn't sure what to say other than what seems to be meaningless words of comfort. All he can do at the moment is comfort her*

Jasmine: (Sighs deeply, putting both her hands to her teary face. Or would she try to die again? Her mind is so jumbled and fucked up that she is not even really sure anymore, if she ever was) (Signing, her hands stiff) “Now what?” (Rests her head back on his chest, not knowing what to do or say/sign anymore. She could keep ranting off or crying like a child, but what else would that do?)

Nick: We wait... and try not to get lost in our own heads... *holds his adopted daughter close*

Lucille: *Ruthlessly running down a courser with a chain saw* YES! BLEED! *maniacal laughter*

Deacon: *shooting the gen 2s they summoned* Scary! *gets singed a little. Like a child* OW, Ow! OW! Ooooow!

Jasmine: (Wraps her arms around his neck to hold onto her Dad and finishes crying softly in his coat. That was going to be a hard challenge for her… What are they even waiting for? Other than for Lucille to return… But whats going to be happening after that? How long does she have to stay here?)

Nick: *back to rubbing her back to comfort her* You're not uncomfortable at all...?

Lucille: *after cutting through the courser, she turns on the last gen 2 synth and unflinchingly tears through the left side of the drone* Right... let's find the one with the best looking engine and get out of this awful place!

Deacon: Yeah. Pretty dry up here, though.

Lucille: *glares, raising her beloved Sutcliffe the ripper threateningly*

Deacon: Okay! Okay! It sucks! Don't kill me! *already inspecting the gen 2s*

Jasmine: (Shakes her head, humming quietly, but sweetly. She is actually the very opposite right now, if Nick means by being cuddled up by him. He saw in what places she was forced to sleep and lay in, and those were some of the better days. She can fall asleep leaning on a wall if she wanted. Plus being so close to someone she loved was like a comforting shield Takes in a deep breath to whisper, the words can barely be made out but she tries) “Are you comfortable?”

Nick: Absolutely. *smiles down at her*

Jasmine: (Looks up and gives a weak, teary half smile back)

Nick: *rests his head on hers, hiding a very contemplative face*

Jasmine: (Softly hums, hiding her face in his coat just for the extra comfort of it)

Nick: *hopes he's doing right by her... trying not to come off as a pale imitation of a person*

Jasmine: (Blinks at a realization, moving to give herself just enough room to sign) (Signing) “What did Curie say?” (She puts her arms and head back where they were as soon as she was done) (She was much to out of it to hear a thing Curie said to them, hopefully it wasn't that bad of news…)

Nick: She said you're not pregnant and that, as far as diseases go, you're clean. Chem wise? Well, we already knew you had a chem problem- I just didn't expect it to be that bad.

Jasmine: (Flinches at that last part, hiding herself more in his coat. She didn't want to talk about it now or ever)

Nick: *worried about her Chem problem but she's in such a fragile mental state he's not going to push it...*

Lucille: *holding a synth over her shoulder as she walks to the edge of the roof of the facility*

Deacon: Don't-

Lucille: *jumps off, slaming into the ground in her power armor*

Deacon: *sighs and slides down a pipe on the side of the building* You gotta do that every time?

Lucille: *devilish smile behind her helmet* Yes.

Jasmine: (Sniffs, holding onto him a little tighter)

Nick: *Feels sorry for her. And, if she's really the original Nick's long lost kid, like he's let her down in some way*

Deacon: So how's Dogmeat going to get down-?

Dogmeat: *jumps from the roof with a howl*

Deacon: You taught him that bad habit, didn't you?

Lucille: Nope. He taught me.

Deacon: *thinks she's crazy*

Jasmine: (Closes her eyes, focusing again on his inner machinery so she doesn't have to deal with the thought of her chem issue and other things. Soon she knew that the sedatives/medicine will wear off and she will feel a withdraw, but she gave Nick all her chems she had on hand… Unless she goes for her other stashes. Dammit, how many issues does she have and why do they all show up today?)

Nick: *just more gurgling of his coolant pump. He finds himself staring at a wall, trying to keep his attention off the power cables running from his casing*

Jasmine: (Shuffles so she is looking straight back up at him. Its not working anymore, she is slipping back downwards and its getting her anxious…)

Nick: *notices and glances back down at her* Something wrong, kiddo?

Jasmine: (Nods. There are many things wrong right now…)

Nick: Talk to me kiddo...

Jasmine: (Moves her hands so she has room to sign) (Signing) “Where do I even start again?”

Nick: Start with the one that's bugging you the most...

Jasmine: (Tilts her head, thinking it over with herself. And what would that even be? Maybe the chems, or her horrible metal state. But was that not part of that? Or was it the memories of being raped? God, everything was connected…) (Signing) “I don't know Dad, they are all connect to one another in some way or another. Which all narrows down to what was done to me, what I became… Its killing me.”

Nick: Hm... What do you mean by what you became? What happened?

Jasmine: (Looks at him briefly, taking in a deep breath and sigh then she looks away) (Signing, her hands trembling and stiff) “I guess “they” were aiming to make me a assassin of sorts, going off by all the training I was put through as soon as they took me. I think they did everything they could to make me a detached, heartless, violent, seductive killer, and I fear it worked because thats exactly what I was when I left the Vault. I didn't even realize it until I saw that everyone was long gone.” (Pauses, not sure if she SHOULD go further)

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