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starwolfie · 2 months ago

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@skyloftian-nutcase as you said your birthday was in November (and it’s November now🙃) have a little present. I’m not sure if this would count as 100% fluff, but the Hero of Shadow and ToTK Link have a good Time!

The campfire crackled, burning low and Link contemplated to get up and put more wood on the fire, but that would have probably awakened the teenager currently asleep with his head in his lap. Link looked down at the young Warrior he had rescued from freezing to death on Naydra‘s snowfield.

He was sleeping peacefully, face still a few shades paler than would be considered healthy. Link wondered if this was a side effect of the gloom sickness, living in the depths or if the boy just had a naturally lighter complexion.

They had tried to make it to Kakariko before Nightfall, but the younger Warrior was still too weak from Gloom sickness and whatever Ganondorf had put the boy through. Anger burned hot in the hero‘s guts as he remembered that the teenager snoozing so relaxed in his lap was Ganondorf's kid. His kid that he had mind controlled and forced to fight him.

the other Link stirred in his sleep and crunched his face up, sleepily mumbling something. Link carded his hand through the boy‘s pale blond hair. “Shh, it's okay, you’re safe.“ the older Link muttered softly.

the teenager relaxed and the peaceful expression returned to his face. Link‘s eyes fell on the clothes the younger Warrior was still wearing. They reminded him of the clothes the Demon Lord wore and he was sure the younger Link felt the same. He decided that the first thing they’d do when they arrived at Kakariko would be to get him new clothes. But they’d not arrive there today as night had already fallen and while the boy might be an adept fighter, he was far too sick and exhausted to get him involved in a monster attack now.

Link’s stomach rumbled audibly and he decided that it was time he started on cooking. He gently nudged the tired teenager until his eyes fluttered open. “Hi Link.“ They needed nicknames, he decided. They couldn’t keep calling each other Link. “I‘m making dinner. Is there something you would like? Or something you don’t eat?“

The younger Link shook his head. “I‘ll eat what you cook, don’t make extra effort for me.“ He hadn’t even finished speaking when his eyes started drooping again. They were moving fast because Link feared that Ganondorf would come after them if he discovered that the kid was gone. But apparently he had overestimated the teenager‘s still very low stamina. Link bent over to retrieve his pillow and settled the boy’s head down on the soft surface. “Sleep a little longer, Link. I’ll wake you when the food is ready.“ The younger warrior nodded sleepily. “….can ‘all me Orik…. ‘s my other name…“ he slurred while closing his eyes. His breaths evened out again in sleep before Link could ask him why he had two names, and he shrugged. Good, he would call him Orik.

He awoke to someone gently shaking his shoulder and calling his name. But not his Hylian name, his Sheikah name. The only person who knew him by that name and who was still alive was….

His heartbeat fastened as he started to panic. He had found him, he would bring him back under his control, he would have to endure all of that pain again, he would never be free. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t even open his eyes as he lay there, panting.

“Link? Can you hear me? Breathe! Just breathe, in and out. You’re safe, Ganondorf is not here!“

That didn’t sound like Ganondorf. Rauru‘s knight… he suddenly remembered telling him about his other name.

His panting slowed down to normal breathing as he followed the knight’s directions and soon he could open his eyes. He saw the face over him, a worried line between his brows and blue eyes fixed on his. “Are you okay? Can you sit up? I made pumpkin stew, I hope you like it.“

He struggled to sit up but managed it without needing help. Link held out a bowl and he took it, his hands only slightly shaking. He tasted the first spoonful and a delighted smile appeared on his face. Link was an excellent cook, this tasted far better than anything the Yiga had ever made for him.

Link woke up early on the next morning, the sun had just started to rise and tinted the black sky to a faint orange. He looked down to the teenager snoring softly and drooling on his chest and couldn’t resist to run his hand through the ashen blonde hair. The boy had woken up in the middle of the night, screaming, disoriented and scratching at his bandaged forehead. He had only calmed down after Link had taken his hands and wrapped him in a fierce hug. Orik had fallen asleep in his arms and Link hadn’t dared to settle him back on his own blankets because he couldn’t risk waking him up again. The anger reared in his gut again as he thought what Ganondorf could have done to the boy, his own kid, that would make him have such nightmares. He still hadn’t forgotten about the panic attack Orik had suffered when he awoke him for Dinner and he thought he had been recaptured. He hugged the teenager tighter to his chest and swore to himself that he would take Ganondorf down for him as much as for himself and Zelda.

He carefully shook the boy’s shoulder. “Link, wake up, we need to get going.“ Orik opened his eyes almost immediately. When he realized that he had not only fallen asleep on Link’s chest but also drooled on him, he blushed so fiercely his pale skin turned almost as red as a Hylian tomato. He clumsily scrambled away from Link and mumbled apologies.

“Hey, Orik, no, it's okay! I don’t mind at all. You had a nightmare“

The teenager still couldn’t look at him until they had dressed and packed up camp. He passed Orik a leftover mushroom skewer from his slate for breakfast and they started walking down the mountain towards Kakariko.

It was already noon when they arrived in the mountain village. Orik had tried his best to keep up with Link, but he could tell how exhausted the boy was because he kept tripping over his own feet. But still his red eyes widened with wonder as they entered the hidden valley where the village lay. It seemed to have been a while since Orik had last entered a village like this.

His eyes swept over the valley between green hills and the waterfalls gurgling behind the huge house of the village chief. His ears took the soft sound of the wooden windchimes in as well as the laughter and talking that the wind carried over to them.

“Is this a Sheikah village?“ he asked, trying to take it in all at once.

“Yes, why do you ask?“ Link answered with a raised brow. He knew that many Hylians were anxious about the Sheikah and he thought Orik might be even more cautious because of his dad. But the teenager just smiled. “I‘m half Sheikah. On my father's side.“ the confusion on Link‘s face must have been obvious because he added: “ Ganondorf isn’t really my father. I was kind of adopted when I got engaged to his daughter.“ Link‘s confusion just got bigger when he heard that. He couldn’t ask more questions as Koko and Cottla came running up to him and nearly knocked him down. “Where have you been, we haven’t seen you for so long!“ Koko‘s gaze fell on his companion and she took a step back. “Who’s that?“ she asked, pointing a finger at the sick teenager who looked to the ground in embarrassment. Link put a hand on his shoulder and drew him to his side. “ This is my friend Orik. He got lost in the Naydra Snowfield and touched the Gloom. He is sick now and we need to find a place where he can rest. But first he‘ll need some new clothes.“ The girls nodded hastily and ran back to the village. The teenager wriggled out of Link‘s embrace. He looked to the ground, ears flushing in embarrassment. „ I can’t get new clothes, I don’t have money….“

Link gently patted his shoulder. “ Don’t worry about that. I found plenty of ore in that cave, we can exchange that for money!” Orik tried to object again, but Link had already started walking towards the village center and the younger warrior had to jog to keep up. He tripped over a stone and would have fallen if Link hadn’t caught him. The teenager blushed again and looked to the floor as he realized that the Sheikah woman in front of the house was looking at him with a smile.

“Who’s your friend, Link? He's cute!” Link snorted and Orik’s ears turned bright red, the flush spreading to his cheeks.

Link snorted and ruffled the teenager’s hair. “Leave him alone, Lasli, he’s not feeling well.”

The girl giggled and pointed to the entrance of the shop. “Get inside then, boys!“

The teenager hurried past the still giggling girl and went inside the shop after Link. He stepped on the wooden floor boards, looking around the little shop. There were several mannequins on both sides of the room displaying armor parts. On one side was a set in different grays with the Sheikah eye symbol on the chest. On the other side there was a very strange looking set with glowing markings. He looked up to the high ceiling where wooden beams carried the thatched roof and wondered how the Sheikah architecture now was so different from what he was used to from his own time. The girl behind the counter smiled at Link.“Did you finally decide to buy the radiant armor, Link?“ she greeted them, pointing at the strange glowing armor. Link shook his head and took Orik by the shoulders, gently shoving him to the front.“ I‘m looking for something for my friend here. Do you have a hylian tunic or something?“ the girl nodded and vanished to the back room. When she came back she carried a red tunic with a triangular pattern at the hem and the sleeves, a forest green undertunic and a dark teal sash over her arm. “Wasn’t easy to find something in his size, he’s even tinier than you, Link.“ she muttered.

“At least I might still grow a little.“ Orik answered with a bright grin on his face.Link smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately. As traumatized as the young Warrior might be, sometimes he was behaving like every normal teenager.

#hero of shadow #zelda totk #dear lofty #gift fic #birthday fic #hope you enjoy

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year ago

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NSFW suggestion please!! : (Preferably fem) reader is masturbating with a vibrator and fuckin pete walks in on it and helps out >:)

Lmao tell me why I’ve been trying to think of a scenario for this but now that it’s actually requested, I know exactly what I want to write

SoftDom!Pete lmao

SFW/NSFW

Warnings: explicit content, overstimulation, dacryphilia, poor reader has had a rough day, but thankfully her sweet boyfriend could fix that

MINORS DNI!!

Author’s Note: I’m so bad at actually going by what the prompt says 🙃 So this is actually Pete being stress relief for you because I forgot to write in reader pleasing themselves.

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It had truly been the longest day you think you have ever had.

When you woke up this morning and tried getting put of bed, your legs got tangled in your blankets and you ended up falling right off the mattress and into the cold, hardwood floor.

When you went downstairs to make yourself some coffee, you brewed a pot without adding coffee grounds. Then, found out you were out of coffee and burned your hand on the pot when you went to pour the boiling hot water out of it.

And the final nail on the coffin was a little later in the day, when you were trying to settle down with a cup of water and a snack to do some of your schoolwork. You shifted the wrong way and spilled your snack all over the floor. Setting your laptop off to the side, you stood up, only for your full cup of water to come toppling down onto said device, completely frying the motherboard and losing all of your progress.

Standing in the living room for a minute, you inhaled a slow stream of breath, stress brimming over the edge of your emotional tolerance. Calmly walking to the kitchen, you grabbed a few paper towels and the broom, trying to clean the mess in the living room before you blew your top.

After tidying up your mess, you shut the lights off in the lower half of the house. You weren’t having a very good day, and all you wanted to do was curl up in your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. Trudging up the stairs to your bedroom, you huffed as you slung the door open unceremoniously, the door knob bouncing back off the wall and almost hitting you in the face. Not wanting to deal with the anger anymore, you heavily sighed once again, stepping in and slamming the wooden offender behind you.

Crawling into your bed, you flopped out, your arms and legs spreading and face pressed into the pillow. You could still take a nap, but it was so late in the day that if you did, you knew that you would be up half the night trying to force yourself to sleep. Unceremoniously rolling over onto your back, you huffed out loud as you stared at the ceiling. Becoming lost in your own mental stink, you didn’t hear the bedroom door open gently, your boyfriend peeking his head in to see why you had slammed the door.

Upon seeing the mini tantrum you decided to have, Pete stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him before making his way to the bedside. As his red and black hair came into view, you offered the man a weak smile, shimmying over so he could sit on the bed beside you. “What’s got you pissed off?” he inquired bluntly, resting a hand on your thigh as you sighed heavily. “Literally, nothing is going my way. I fell out the bed this morning, I tried making coffee, but didn’t put the grounds in, only to find out we don’t even have any coffee, then I spilled water all over my laptop and fried the circuits, and it’s just been one thing right after the other today,” you complained, feeling as if you were on the urge of tears.

Pete’s brows furrowed, his lower lip jutting out in an understanding way as he listened to you, his heart breaking at your unfortunate dilemmas. “My poor dove,” he murmured softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “Anyway I can make it better?”. At the offer, you shook your head, turning your head to look up at your lover. “I don’t think so… I really just want to nap, but it’s too late to try to take one,” you pouted, lifting your hand to intertwine your fingers with his. Pete stared down at you for a moment, wracking his brain for anything he could do to make you feel better.

Finally, he smirked, removing his hand from yours and standing from the bed. “I got an idea. Get undressed and get comfy,” Pete ordered, watching with delight as you immediately complied to his wishes. He watched you strip, staring unabashedly at your figure as you crawled back onto the bed once again, your head landing against the pillow. Pete reached towards the bedside table, sliding the drawer open and retrieving a small, blue vibrator. Your love stayed clothed, kicking his shoes off before he got back on the bed, moving until he was settled between your legs.

Pete pulled your legs on either side of his waist, the man leaning forward to capture your lips with his in a slow, loving kiss. His free hand roamed up and down your side, causing you to giggle softly against his lips as the gentle carress tickled your skin. Pulling away from you, your boyfriend pecked your lips once before sitting up, fiddling with the controls on the toy before he turned it on, the hum of the device making your stomach sink in anticipation.

Pete pressed the vibrator against your clit with little warning, ahigh whine leaving your mouth as you threw your head back, eyes closing at the just right amount of pressure he was pushing on you. “You should have said something sooner, love. I would have taken care of this for you,” his voice was barely louder than the hum of the toy in his hands, but his words still made you shiver. “Poor, sweet girl. You’ve had such a bad day, I know you needed this,” your boyfriend purred, his finger hovering over the button to turn the strength of the toy up. “You want more? Beg for it, come on. Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours tell me how bad you need it,” Pete’s voice dropped a few octaves, his eyes trained on your pleasure twisted face, a corner of his mouth twisting up into a smirk.

“P-please…. Unh!” you’re body tried to curl in on itsself as he pressed the button, the vibrations becoming almost mind-numbingly stronger. If it weren’t for your boyfriend pinning your legs open with his thighs, they would have snapped shut, trying to push the man away from you at the overstimulation. “Use your words,” Pete warned lowly, his unoccupied hand tapping the outside of your thigh trying to bring you back to reality. If you were in a normal state of mind, your eyes would have rolled at his silly command. But in the daze that your brain was swimming in, you could only whine, pushing your hips harder into his ministrations.

“Please… Make me feel better… I nuh… need you to make me happy!” you cried out, gasping as Pete began sliding the vibrator in circles over your clit. “Good girl,” he shakily breathed out, fighting his own urge to strip himself down and ravish you over and over again. His other hand slid from your hip to your center, and he wasted no time in sinking his middle and ring fingers into you. The friction was much appreciated, your jaw dropping as an embarrassingly loud moan left you.

Pete hummed, pumping his fingers at a quick, steady pace. Rolling your hips into his hand, you whimpered as you felt a knot begin to form in your lower stomach. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” you managed to pant out, groaning as he curled his fingers to strike your g-spot. “Good,” he leaned forward to peck your forehead before sitting back up, the thrusting of his digits quickening as he pressed the vibrator hard against your clit.

“You deserve it,” Pete purred, now curling his fingers up into your g-spot each time he pushed them in. From here, you could only focus on the knot growing tighter, throwing your forearm over your eyes. It wasn’t much longer than that did you squeal out, your thighs trembling as they tried to snap close around his waist. Your boyfriend pulled the vibrator from your clit, but continued thrusting his fingers into you, riding you through the heighth of your orgasm.

Only when your hand shot down to grip his wrist, trying to still his motions, did he stop, sinking his fingers deep inside of you and holding them there. Your chest heaved wildly, body shuddering slightly as euphoria washed over your form. Slowly pulling his fingers from your center, Pete marvelled at how slick his digits were, his tongue swiping over his lower lip. “Feel better?” he inquired, a teasing tone in his words.

At that, you could only nod, your forearm never moving from your eyes. “Nap time?” he spoke, smirking at your reaction. You repeated the notion, earning a small chuckle from the man. “Alright, doll. I’ll be back, hang on,” your love spoke, pressing a kiss to your chin as he stood from the bed carefully, trying his hardest to not disturb your lax form.

Shuffling was heard in the background, but you couldn’t care any less as exhaustion started seeping into your frame. You didn’t jump at the feeling of a wet rag on your skin, Pete taking extra care to clean your face before lightly cleaning your center. After he had finished, he laid beside you, pulling you face first into his chest as he fingers ghosted up and down your back, the action lulling you to sleep quickly, finally able to relax from the absolutely horrible day you’ve had in the arms of your loving boyfriend.

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dudadragneel · 2 years ago

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Hey again!

I'm sorry this sh*t cut again 🙃

This app hates me for real

Enjoy!

My dear 🧶, I'm sorry it took this long! I hope you'll enjoy it!

💜

🧶Okay so I’m thinking of y/n being on vacation with SKZ and her and Hyune using this time as a romantic getaway to spend time with each other type vibe. I wanted to switch up the dynamics with this one where he isn’t hiding that he doesn’t feel well and he keeps telling y/n and the others that he feels really nauseous and has a migraine but everyone just brushes it off. Then that night he doesn’t even eat much of his dinner and lays his head down on y/n lap because he feels dizzy but ends up throwing up everywhere and everyone realizes that it’s serious. Then they just go to bed and he takes a painkiller for the migraine and at first it works but the next day everything deteriorates and his head feels worse and he keeps vomiting. And there’s an emotional moment where he’s just crying because he’s really frustrated with everything and y/n hugs and comforts him.

A little angst 😌

SUMMER VACATION

The boys were on a little break in between promotions, a time when they wanted to do everything, from sleeping all day to going out.

This time around, they had two weeks off, no photoshoots or individual schedules for surprise content for STAYs, just freedom to do whatever they wanted.

You were on vacation from your job as well and Hyunjin wanted you to come with them to a little vacation house.

It was summer and being a little far away from the city would be good for all of you.

Since the trip wasn't that far away, this time you rented two cars to go, as it also would give you the freedom to go to the near town if needed.

The day of the trip was sunny and almost too hot, it felt like each of you had a sun of your own on top of your head.

Everyone was excited about the trip but one person, Hyunjin.

He wanted to have a small romantic getaway with you and enjoy some free time before both of you went back to work.

But his body did not want to cooperate with him. He woke up feeling strange, and lethargic, and at first, he thought that he was just tired, after all, he had just finished promotions, and he still haven't had time to properly rest.

He sat on the edge of the bed and felt a weird pressure in his head and a painful sting as well, signs he was at the beginning of a migraine. He took a moment before actually getting up, afraid that if he did so, he was gonna pass out.

When he deemed it safe, he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the trip. But on the way to the bathroom, his stomach began to act up as well, it flipped, making the contents slosh around and he felt a sudden wave of nausea.

When he got to the bathroom, he went directly to the sink and grabbed the edges for support.

He took a good look in the mirror and noticed that despite feeling awful he didn't look that way. He washed his face to properly wake up and spat out thick saliva. He didn't have the urge to throw up but he didn't want to swallow that either.

As he rinsed his mouth, the feeling of the cold water touching his lips gave him some sort of comfort and relief. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before entering the shower, as he was afraid he might get sick or faint.

The cold water did provide some comfort from the heat but at the same time, it bothered his already aching head.

Coming out of the shower, his migraine had worsened a bit so he went to ask Chan if he had anything for the pain.

- Chan-hyung, good morning...

- Oh, Hyunjin-ah, good morning! Are you done packing?

- Almost. Hyung, do you have any painkillers?

- Hm? Why? Are you okay?

- Not really...My head is killing me and I feel sick...

- Maybe you're still tired from the promotions and a bit anxious about the trip. Here, take these.

- Thanks, hyung.

He took the medicine with some cold water but the tiny bit of taste it left in his mouth made him gag. He took another deep breath in and managed to keep everything down.

Since the weather was hot, he put on some light, comfortable yet fashionable clothes and finished packing his bag, taking as much medicine as possible with him.

Just like always, you went to the dorm to help the boys finish packing and this time, make sure that each car had one cooler with drinks and food, otherwise, you were going to perish on the way to the house.

Arriving there you found out that, surprisingly, the boys were almost ready, different from the other time when you had to mom them before leaving.

- Hello, guys!

- Oh, y/n! Hello! Good morning!

- I see that we're better prepared this time.

You said smirking.

- hahaha yes!

- Where are the coolers?

- At the kitchen!

- I'll take a look and make sure we have everything we need.

- Okay! Thanks!

You headed to the kitchen and checked the two coolers, they had some fruit, snacks, and a lot of water, sports drinks, and juice. Everything to keep everyone hydrated during this trip, since the sun looked like it was laughing at you.

After that, you went to Hyunjin's bedroom and found him sitting at the edge of the bed, with earphones on.

- Hello, honey!

- Oh, hello babe!

He said, being a little dramatic as he got startled.

- Excited about the trip?

- Hm... yes and no...

- Hm? Why?

- I don't feel well...Like, my head is hurting, it feels like my migraine is working up and I feel nauseous...

- Oh honey. I'm sure it's just because you're tired. After all, you just finished promotions, this trip is kind of rushed.

- Yeah, maybe...

He was sure something wasn't right with him but he couldn't tell if it was just because he was anxious and it would go away eventually or if it was something else, but he trusted you with all his heart, so if you said it could be because he was just tired, he'd rather believe in your words.

- Come here.

You hugged him, kissed the top of his head, and took a good look at him.

The clothes he picked up along with the light pink hair made him look ethereal, you were always amazed by his fashion sense.

- Woah, you look amazing!

- You too, babe.

- Are done packing?

- Yep.

- Then let's wait for the others in the living room.

You both sat down on the couch as the rest finished packing their stuff and double-checked if everything was there.

You got the coolers and went to the car.

Since there were nine of you, one car had to transport 5 people and the other, 4.

The boys didn't want you to be uncomfortable and cramped during the road trip, so you went in the car with fewer people, with Hyunjin, Lee Know, and Felix. And in the other car were Chan, Changbin, Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin.

The place you were headed was 3h to 4h away from the dorms, which meant you'd be trapped inside a car, in the heat of the summer, for at least half of that time and no one was looking forward to that.

Lee Know was driving and you two had agreed you'd switch with him for the other half of the trip.

As for the first half, you and Hyunjin sat in the back while Felix was in the front with Lee Know.

The trip started with a nice vibe, the AC was on and music was playing, and everyone was singing and talking and just enjoying the view.

Hyunjin was also enjoying a little bit, despite his head practically begging him to ask the others to turn the volume down, because he saw that you were having fun.

He sang and talked as well, and even accepted a few snacks and a sports drink, even though his stomach wasn't that settled.

As minutes passed, that excitement started to disappear as the heat intensified and you felt like you were inside an oven.

Out of everyone in that car, Hyunjin felt the worst. His head was pounding, his eyes stung from the brightness outside, not even the sunglasses were working, he felt dizzy, the heat inside the car was making him feel suffocated and his nausea was coming back stronger than before.

- Minho, can you turn up? The AC?

- I think it's already maxed...

- Really? I feel like I'm melting back here...

You said, fanning your face with your hand.

Hyunjin closed his eyes, trying to protect them from the brightness outside and also trying to control his nausea. He grabbed a cold towel from inside the cooler and placed it on his nape, to see if he could refresh a bit, but none of it was working.

His nausea was increasing and he was starting to panic, he wasn't sure if he was gonna be sick but he was starting to feel like he couldn't breathe.

Without noticing, he started to hyperventilate, trying to catch his breath but along with that, his stomach kept doing flips.

He didn't know what was happening, he wasn't sure if he wanted to vomit or not, but he was sure he needed to get out of that car.

- Hyung, please pull over.

Everyone was taken aback by the sudden request.

- Is everything okay?

- Honey, are you alright?

- I don't feel good. I feel dizzy and like I'm gonna throw up.

- Okay, hold on.

Thankfully, there was a shoulder just a few meters away.

Lee Know stopped the car and Hyunjin opened the door to his side and sat at the edge of the seat.

You grabbed a bottle of water and went to his side. Before giving it to him you poured some of it on his nape, to try to relieve some of the heat.

- Here, drink some.

- Thanks.

He gladly accepted the bottle and took small sips, paying attention to the cool sensation as it went down his throat. He was thirsty and he wanted to chug down that entire bottle but he knew better that if he did that, he was gonna throw up.

- Feeling better?

You said putting a cold cloth on his nape and massaging it.

- Not really. I still feel nauseous...

- I think you're a bit carsick and the heat isn't helping.

You said as you continued to massage his nape.

- Maybe...

He kept his head up and eyes shut as he tried to take deep breaths and cool down a bit with the cold cloth on his neck. When he looked down again, it was as if there were waves drawn on it.

- Do you think you're okay to go back to the car?

Lee Know said getting close to Hyunjin and pressing his shoulder.

- No... just give me a minute...I still feel lightheaded...

- Okay. Take your time.

Lee Know stepped away to call Chan and tell them their situation.

- Hyung?

- Minho? Is everything okay?

- Not really. I mean, we had to stop for a few minutes because Hyunjin started to feel unwell.

- Is he okay? What happened?

- He said he felt dizzy and nauseous. We think he's carsick and maybe the heat is making it worse.

- Okay. There's a rest area a few kilometers ahead, we'll meet you there. No need to rush.

- Okay, hyung. Bye.

Minho got back to you to tell you what they were going to do.

- I called Chan-hyung and he said that there's a rest area ahead and we'll meet there.

- Okay.

You were still by Hyunjin's side, massaging his nape and fanning him, trying to provide some sort of comfort from the heat.

- Babe, do you think you're okay now?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Okay, come on.

You helped him up slowly making sure he wouldn't feel dizzy. You held his arm firmly, in case something happened.

- You good?

- Yeah. Felix, can you switch seats with me?

- Of course. It'll help with the carsickness, right?

- Hopefully. Thank you.

You all got back in the car with Hyunjin now sitting in the front with Lee Know and Felix and you in the backseat.

Sitting in the front, looking at the road ahead, did help with his nausea a bit, he wanted to believe it was just carsickness but deep down he knew it was the case. His head was throbbing but he was too afraid to take any medicine now and throwing up right after. He just stayed with his sunglasses on and tried to focus on the road and also not die of heat inside that car.

In about 1h30 you reached the rest area and met with the others.

- Here we are. Let's get inside the store, it might be cooler there.

You got out, relieved to be out of that burning hot car.

Hyunjin was still feeling nauseous, not as strong as before but it was still there and he was scared to move and worsen, his headache or feel dizzy again. But at the same time, the car was too hot and that was making him feel even worse than what he already did.

He opened the door to his side and took a deep breath before getting out. He stood up slowly and leaned on the car for a few seconds before walking to the store.

- Are you still feeling dizzy?

- Just a bit...

- Let's go, I'll hold you if anything happens.

You said smiling and wrapping your arms around his waist.

Just like Lee Know said, the store was cooler and they had a nice bistro with delicious snacks.

You ordered an iced latte and a slice of cake, while Hyunjin's stomach twisted at the smell of the coffee and the sight of food, it took everything in his power to surpass a gag.

- Honey, do you want something?

- No...I'm not that hungry.

- At least get a popsicle then, to help with this god-forsaken heat.

- I'll do that.

He wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not, but he was feeling as if he was boiling so he bought a watermelon-flavored one, that much to his surprise wasn't as sweet so it settled well with his stomach.

- Is it tasty?

- Hm! It's not too sweet! Do you want some?

- Just a bite.

That was the first moment of this trip that Hyunjin enjoyed so far. For a brief minute, everything he was feeling was gone and he just enjoyed that little moment with you.

Everyone finished their meals, went to the bathroom, and then back to the cars.

Just like agreed earlier, you were driving to the summer house.

Hyunjin sat on the front, to prevent that awful nausea from coming back and Lee Know and Felix were in the backseat.

The ride was not as cheerful as the beginning because the heat was practically unbearable and not even the AC was enough and they had little fans as well, you were all close to ducking your head inside the cooler.

Hyunjin kept his eyes focused on the road as his nausea started to build up again, his stomach gurgled and sent an air bubble up his throat, he brought his hand to his mouth to surpass what ended up being a wet burp, and it almost made him gag.

- Hey, babe, are you alright?

You said putting your hands on his leg.

- Yeah, I mean, the nausea is still lingering around...

He answered grabbing your hand and squeezing it. You squeezed it back reassuring him you were there.

- Do you want us to pull over again?

- No...I don't think so...

- Babe, it's okay if we stop again if you're feeling carsick...

- No, I'm fine...I just feel awful and I wanna rest.

You were a bit taken aback by how he said that but you just brushed it off as him being uncomfortable with the heat and getting irritated.

The last half of the road trip was a lot quieter compared to the first one. The radio was on, but barely audible, Felix had fallen asleep, Lee Know was on his phone and Hyunjin kept his hands on his head, starting to throb in pain.

In about an hour, you arrived at the vacation house. It was just an hour, but to Hyunjin felt like three.

He kept his eyes closed for the rest of the trip and when he opened them again, he felt a little dizzy, taking in all the information.

You got out of the car first and went to help Felix and Lee Know to take the bags from the trunk.

Hyunjin stepped out of the car and leaned on it for a while, both hands on his knees for support, as his head spun from the movement and his stomach flipped.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah, are you okay?

Lee Know asked as he passed by the younger boy to get more stuff out of the car.

- I felt lightheaded and nauseous...

- It's just the carsickness, you'll feel better in a while.

- Yeah...

Hyunjin took deep breaths and made sure he wasn't going to pass out before walking to the house.

Entering the house, everyone was amazed by how beautiful and cozy it was. It had a cooling system, which meant it felt heavenly inside and there was a huge pool outside, just waiting for them.

They went to their rooms just to open their bags and put on swimsuits and jump right into the pool.

You went to your and Hyunjin's bedroom and also wore your swimsuit and got to the pool area.

- Babe, you're not coming?

- Hm? Go ahead, I'll go to the bathroom first.

- Okay.

You left and met with the others at the pool, and they had already started a barbecue. Chan was grilling the meat while the others played in the pool, so you decided to help Chan for a while making some fresh drinks for everyone.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin also came down to the pool and lay down on the sun lounger.

- Hey honey, is everything okay?

- Yeah. And you, are enjoying the pool?

- Not yet, I'm helping Chan with the food. Let me help you put on sunscreen.

You sat behind him on the lounger and applied sunscreen on his back, the cool sensation from the lotion felt amazing on his skin, and your touch helped him feel a little bit better. You asked him to turn around and applied it on his face, he scrunched his nose making the cutest expression and you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him.

- Why are you so cute?

- I just am.

He said giggling and kissing you back. Seeing that you thought that he was just carsick and was now feeling better. And Hyunjin also thought the same so he decided to enjoy the time outside.

He didn't go into the pool because, apart from being afraid of getting sick, he felt drained from the trip, so he stayed on the lounger, just enjoying the cool wind.

You got into the pool and played with the boys a little, and it made Hyunjin happy to see you having fun. He was feeling bad but seeing you happy made him happy as well.

When Chan was done grilling the meat, he called the boys to eat before going into the pool again.

You sat with Hyunjin on the lounger after grabbing a plate.

- Honey, you're not gonna eat?

- I'm not that hungry...

- Just a little bite? The meat is delicious, you'll like it.

You said smiling and pointing the meat towards his mouth. Hyunjin didn't want to eat anything but he didn't want you to be sad, after asking so cutely. He started to chew and immediately regretted accepting the bite, the meat was rather chewy, which usually he wouldn't mind, but today that was setting his stomach off. Each chew was a challenge, the meat was losing its taste in his mouth but he couldn't swallow. When he finally managed, he prayed that he didn't gag or get nauseous and that prayer was heard.

After 40 minutes, everyone was back in the pook and now Lee Know was in charge of the meat, while Chan got to have fun with the kids.

Hyunjin was still in the lounge, enjoying the sunlight as he watched you play in the pool. But the smell of the barbecue was starting to get too much and each breath in made his stomach twist, nausea building up intensely.

He was able to suppress a gag and got up from his place.

- Hyung, I don't feel good. I'm feeling nauseous, I'm gonna go inside.

Hyunjin said putting a hand on his stomach.

- Okay. Try to rest a little, maybe you're still feeling unwell from the car ride.

Hyunjin went up to your bedroom to rest.

He found some Dramin pills and took them to see if they'd help with that horrible nausea and lay down on the bed.

In the beginning, he couldn't get comfortable because of how hot it was even with the ac on and straight on him. He tried to scroll through his phone to distract himself but the migraine just kept getting worse and the brightness from the phone screen was making his eyes sting.

He put his phone to the side and just shut his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing to see if he could relax a bit and also help with the nausea. Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep.

Back in the pool, the boys were asking where Hyunjin was since they were too focused on the game before and didn't notice him leaving.

- Lee Know-hyung, where is Hyunjin?

- He went back to his bedroom, and he said he was still feeling nauseous. I think he is still a bit car sick.

The boys were a little worried but they all thought it was just carsickness so they imagined that some rest should make him feel better.

You went back inside to check on him and went up to your bedroom. You found him sleeping soundly, so you tip-toed yourself into the room, closed the curtain, and left. Thankfully, he didn't even flinch.

You went back to the pool with the boys and told them he was sleeping and they were relieved to see that he was getting better from the ride.

You decided to let Hyunjin rest and enjoyed the pool for the rest of the day with the other members.

Hyunjin slept soundly for about 3 hours, he didn't move an inch from his initial position in bed.

When he woke up, he noticed the curtains had been closed and the room felt a lot more cozy that way. It was a feeling he wanted to enjoy but his body had other plans.

His stomach was still gurgling and turning and his head was pounding, he felt like there was a tsunami inside his stomach and someone hammering his head. He cursed under his breath that the medicine only made him sleep, but didn't work with the nausea, even though it was a medication for nausea, and now he was starting to panic

"If this isn't working, then what am I gonna take?"

He thought to himself as the nausea kept growing stronger. He carefully lay on his back, as his stomach revolted.

The movement, as minimum as it was, made his head throb and he felt dizzy, he covered his eyes with one arm and rested his other hand on his stomach, as he swallowed the thick saliva that filled his mouth.

His stomach kept doing flips and sloshing the little amount he ate during the day around, he felt it wanting to go up his throat so he started to swallow convulsively.

He kept on swallowing thick saliva, while his hand gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in an attempt to control what he was feeling.

He repeated the pattern until his mouth went numb and the nausea finally subsided. He felt relief wash over his body, but his head still throbbed, not giving him a break, and he kept his eyes shut, not daring to open them and worsen his already killer migraine.

He grew exhausted from the whole process of controlling his nausea and dealing with his migraine without medication that he fell asleep again without notice. And like that, he stayed until noon.

After playing in the pool the whole day, everyone was ready for a well-deserved bath to have dinner and hit the bed.

While the others went to their rooms to take their showers, you went to your bedroom to wake Hyunjin up.

When you entered the room, he was sleeping like a baby, and you didn't want to wake him up but he needed to take a bath and eat something.

You carefully approached him and sat on the bed beside him, and gently caressed his arm, not to startle him awake.

- Honey, wake up...

You said softly.

- Hm? Babe? What time is it?

He said barely opening his eyes, voice raspy.

- About 7 PM. Are you okay?

- Not really... I took a Dramin pill earlier thinking it would help with the nausea but it just made me sleep. I still feel nauseous and my migraine is killing me...

- Oh babe, I'm sure you're just tired from the ride and the weather. Why don't you take a shower so we can head down and have dinner?

- I will...

He took your advice and went to the bathroom to take a shower, while you organized your bags.

Hyunjin was feeling awful, the nausea just wouldn't go away, and his head was throbbing to the point where he was considering keeping his eyes shut the whole time. He thought maybe a shower would make him feel at least, less hot and less icky.

He took a rather cold shower, considering how hot it was outside, but the low temperature of the water was making his head pound again. He felt as if someone was squeezing his head on both sides and that made him incredibly dizzy, his vision got blurred so he sat down, afraid of passing out.

He took deep breaths to make sure he wasn't feeling lightheaded before standing up again.

When he was up on his feet again, his stomach gurgled, as if telling him that staying sit would've been a wiser choice.

He took deep breaths once again and finished his bath before anything could happen.

When he entered the shower he was hoping it would be a refreshing one, that would help him relax but he got out still feeling miserable, and it didn't help with the heat as well. He put on some light clothes and went to the bedroom.

You entered the shower right after him and he sat on the bed, too afraid to lay down and feel even more nauseous.

You two headed downstairs for dinner, and the boys had already cooked a delicious summer meal with cold drinks.

You sat beside Hyunjin at the table and put on your plate.

He hesitantly grabbed a few things that looked like would settle down well and put on his plate.

You were chatting about the day and how exhausted you were from the road trip, planning what to do the next day, etc.

Hyunjin was rather quiet throughout, eating slowly. He took small amounts and was chewing slowly, every bite made his stomach gurgle, and swallowing the food was a challenge.

After one more bite, he felt his stomach act up a little more so he put his chopsticks down and sat back on his chair.

- Are you done, love?

- Yeah...I'm not that hungry...

- Okay, sweetie.

You said kissing him on the cheek.

You finished eating and helped the others organize the table and do the dishes while Hyunjin just sat on the couch, waiting for you.

You went to the living room with the others and sat beside him.

- Babe, can I lay on your lap? I feel dizzy...

- Really? Of course, honey. Come here.

You said tapping on your legs.

He lay down and you started to stroke his hair and his arm.

The tv was on, everyone was dozing off every once in a while, and you continued to play with Hyunjin's hair. He seemed comfortable from your point of view, but in reality, he was feeling miserable.

As he lay on your lap, his dizziness wasn't quite going away, even though he was lying down, the room was spinning as if he was standing up, not even keeping his eyes closed was helping. His whole body felt weird because he kept switching between feeling cold and hot, but he didn't have a fever.

And the turmoil in his stomach was growing stronger by the second. He could feel its content sloshing around and threatening to make its way up.

He felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth flooded with saliva, he did his best to swallow it down without moving from your lap as he was afraid that any movement would just make him vomit. He squeezed his hands as he swallowed convulsively until his mouth felt numb.

At first, it worked, but moments later he felt it again, only this time his mouth wasn't filled with saliva. He felt an air bubble coming up, it made him feel choked so he decided to burp.

But his body sent him no warning of what was coming.

As soon as he burped, vomit gushed out getting on you and on the floor, startling everyone, including himself.

- Oh my god! Babe!

You said as he quickly got up from your lap as another violent stream made its way out, and you barely had time to hold his hair.

- Get a bucket and clean cloths! Oh babe, it's okay, just let it out.

He kept his head down as you held his hair and rubbed his back.

He spat out thick saliva and barely had a moment to breathe before another wave hit the bucket that one of the boys thankfully got in time.

Everyone was shocked by the sudden situation unfolding in front of them.

You kept rubbing his back as another wave ripped through him, making him arch his back and sway forward.

- Oh babe, you're doing good.

You reassured him as the boys went to get water for Hyunjin and cloths to clean up the mess.

He stopped for a moment and only spat out saliva before going silent.

You tied his hair and massaged his nape while your other hand grabbed his.

- Hyunjin? Babe? Talk to me.

He just kept his head down, completely silent, it was as if the whole world had lost its sounds.

- Babe? Look at me. Hey, look at me.

You said as you gently lifted his face only to see tears flowing down his cheeks.

- Honey! What's wrong? Why are you crying?

He just turned the other way as he brought a hand to wipe off the tears from his eyes.

At this point, you were getting seriously worried about what was wrong with him.

- Hyunjin, please. Baby, please, look at me. What's going on?

He looked at you teary-eyed before he actually managed to speak.

- I feel frustrated! I've been telling you that I felt sick since morning and none of you cared!

Everyone's heart sunk to their stomachs.

- I told you I had a migraine and that I felt nauseous all day but you kept insisting that it was carsickness or just nerves from the trip. You didn't bother to think that it could've been something else.

None of you knew how to react to what was happening in front of you. You didn't know what to say to comfort the poor boy crying in front of you. You felt guilty for not paying enough attention, you felt guilty for brushing him off the entire day, you felt guilty.

- I'm so sorry. I'm deeply sorry, honey. I honestly thought it'd just go away. I'm so sorry.

You said almost in tears yourself.

- Hyunjin-ah, I'm sorry for not noticing and for not helping you. I'm really sorry.

Chan said kneeling in front of him, resting his hand on one of Hyunjin's knees.

Hyunjin just ducked his head again, crying harder and sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him and embraced him, trying to calm him down.

- I'm right here, love. I'm so sorry. Please, stop crying. You're gonna make yourself feel sick again.

The more he cried, the more he felt nauseous as he kept swallowing saliva. He didn't have time to escape from your embrace before his stomach sent its content rapidly up his throat.

He gagged as a thick stream of vomit gushed out of his mouth onto your lap, soiling both your clothes.

- Oh my god!

The boys exclaimed as they scattered around to grab more cloths for you and Hyunjin.

- I-I'm sorry-

Hyunjin said between sobs and hiccups before another wave ripped through him but this time he was able to get the bucket in time.

- It's okay, babe. Don't worry. Just get everything out.

The boys handed you a cloth so you could wipe off most of the mess while Hyunjin continued to throw up next to you.

You kept rubbing his back and giving him little kisses, trying to give him some comfort.

He gagged wetly one last time but only bile and thick saliva came out, indicating his stomach was empty.

Chan came back with a bottle of cold water so Hyunjin could rinse his mouth and get rid of that putrid taste in his mouth.

- Honey, how are you feeling?

- Gross...and my migraine is worse than before...I feel lightheaded.

- Okay. Why don't we go take a shower? Sounds good to you?

- Yeah...

- Can you stand?

- No, I feel like I'm gonna pass out...

Chan made his way to Hyunjin and put one of his arms across his shoulder while his other arm wrapped around the younger boy's waist.

- Hyung will take you to the bathroom, okay? We'll go slowly so you won't get dizzy, alright?

- Hmm

Hyunjin barely had his eyes open because of how much his head was pounding.

- Y/n, go take your shower. We'll take care of him.

- Thank you, guys.

Chan made his way up with Hyunjin, while you went to your bedroom to take a shower as well and the other boys proceeded to clean the living room.

Chan thanked heavens this house had bathtubs in the bathrooms or else it would be difficult for Hyunjin to shower in his condition.

- Hyunjin-ah, how are you feeling now?

- Dizzy...and tired...

- Okay. I will wash your hair for you, alright?

- Thanks, hyung...I'm sorry...

- No. We're the ones who should be apologizing for not taking your complaints seriously. I'm sorry. Get in the bathtub, the quicker we shower the quicker you'll get to rest.

- Okay...

Hyunjin sat down in the bathtub and Cham turned on the water, lukewarm, so as not to make him cold or make him feel even worse because of the heat outside.

- How's the water?

- Good...

Hyunjin said, voice raspy from the strain earlier.

Chan proceeded to wash his hair, very carefully and gave him a little massage to help with the migraine and relaxation as well.

- Hyung...

- Hm? What is it? Are you feeling sick again?

- No... Do you think y/n is mad at me?

- Why would they?

- Because I threw up on them and because of all the things I said...

- No. They are not. Y/n would never be mad at you for that. Just relax.

Hyunjin didn't know exactly what he was feeling, frustration because no one listened to him all day or anger because he didn't mean to act like that towards you and the members.

He covered his face, letting out a heavy sigh and a choked sob.

- Hey, hey. Stop that. It'll be okay, don't worry, alright? Do you trust me?

- Yes.

- Good. Now just relax.

Chan finished washing his hair and rising it and made sure the boy was okay to finish his shower alone.

- Are you feeling okay to be alone here?

- Yeah. I'm good.

- I'll be right outside, okay? If you start feeling unwell, just call me, alright? I won't close the door.

Chan went into the bedroom and stayed on the bed while Hyunjin finished showering.

A few minutes later, the sick boy came out looking flushed and tired.

- You good?

- Hhmm. My head hurts and I'm tired...

- Y/n is still showering so let me dry your hair.

Chan blow-dried Hyunjin's hair and applied one of the boy's favorite products to make it look healthy, especially given the fact that it was pink.

Hyunjin thanked his hyung for the help and went to his bedroom.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and waited for you to come out of the shower.

You were met with a tired-looking boy with fluffy cotton candy pink colored hair sitting on the bed, eyes puffy indicating that he'd been crying.

- Hey, honey. Did you manage to take a shower?

You said softly, placing the towel on the chair and sitting beside him.

- Yes...Chan hyung helped me...

- Are you feeling a little better?

- Not really...babe, I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier...

- There's no need to apologize, honey. I'm the one who should be sorry for brushing you off the whole day. I'm sorry.

You said, tucking his hair behind his ear to get a closer look at his face before kissing him and pulling him into your embrace.

He hugged you back, burying his head in your chest.

- Honey, do you think you can stomach a light smoothie? Just so you can take something for your migraine?

- Maybe... I don't know...

- I'll put very little sugar in it.

- Okay

You went downstairs to make him the smoothie and went back up.

- Here.

- Thank you.

He took small sips, very carefully so as not to upset his stomach any further.

- Hmm! It tastes good! Thank you!

- Really?

- Yeah! It's not sweet but it tastes very good.

- I'm glad you liked it! And your stomach? Is it accepting it well?

- Yeah. I don't feel nauseous.

- Great! Do you think you can stomach some medicine?

- Yep.

You gave him some painkillers to help with his migraine and he gladly took them. And thankfully his stomach accepted them as well.

You two decided to watch some tv while he took his time to drink the smoothie as slowly as possible so as not to trigger his stomach.

After about an hour, he had already drunk the entire smoothie and was starting to get sleepy.

- Babe, how are you feeling?

- My stomach doesn't feel that nauseous and my head feels better.

He said giving you a cute smile.

- Thank god. Let's sleep, shall we? Come here.

You said opening your arms as he gladly lay his head to rest on your chest, you stroking his hair while he drifted off to sleep.

You were thankful that after such a tiring day for him, he managed to fall asleep without any more incidents.

The night went on smoothly, you could hear the crickets outside and the weather was cool and a little windy, much deserved after such a scorching day.

You woke up around 7 AM, the house was quiet, indicating that the other boys were still in deep sleep. During the night Hyunjij went to his side of the bed and you kept lightly stroking his hair throughout.

You looked to the side and he was still fast asleep, didn't even flinch when you moved a little in the bed. You thought that what happened yesterday was just a malaise and that he was okay. But you soon discovered that wasn't the case.

You went back to sleep but just a few minutes later Hyunjin jumped out of bed.

As he was sleeping he started to feel something revolting in his stomach, it grew from an uneasiness to an unbearable nausea that just kept growing. He felt the hot liquid coming up his chest making him gag, he put a hand on his mouth and darted off the bed startling you.

He barely had time to reach the toilet as a strong wave of vomit ripped through his body hitting the edges of the toilet as well the bathroom floor.

You jumped from the bed and followed him to the bathroom, just in time to see the mess unfold before your eyes.

- Oh god. It's okay, it's okay.

You ran to his side and held his hair for him as he lurched forward as another strong thick wave of pale vomit gushed out of his mouth hitting the toilet water with a sickening sound.

- Oh, babe. I'm right here.

You rubbed his back in circles while your other hand kept holding his hair.

Another wave arched his back making him cough because of the strain and made him sway forward, almost losing his balance.

You guided him to kneel down and once he was safe on the ground you went to get a hair tie.

- I'm back honey, let me tie your hair. Let me flush this as well, it's a mess.

After flushing, you kneeled down next to him and kept rubbing his back as he rested his head on his arm.

- B-babe...I feel awful...

- Oh honey...I know... it'll be better once everything is out.

As if on cue his stomach gurgled making him retch and face the toilet again before another stream came out. He barely had time to breathe as another stronger wave forced its way out, coming out of his nose as well. You kept rubbing his back up and down and giving it some light taps.

- Oh my poor boy.

You said as you got some toilet paper and helped him blow his nose, so some of the content and stench came out before making him feel sick again.

He turned his head to the toilet one more time as a stream of bile came out and after that, he was left spitting out saliva and gagging unproductively.

- Honey, I don't think there's anything left for you to throw up. Let's lean back a bit.

You flushed the toilet and helped him lean his weight on your chest. You kept rubbing his stomach and drawing patterns on his hand to help him calm down.

- Babe, how are you feeling?

- Exhausted...

- Do you think you can stand up to rinse your mouth?

- No...I feel dizzy...

- Okay, I'll get a glass for you.

You brought a glass full of water to rinse his mouth and he did so and then spat out in the toilet.

A few moments later, someone knocked on the door, it was Minho.

- Hey. Are you guys okay?

- Not really. Hyunjin threw up a lot just now.

- I woke up and noticed you weren't on the bed and I heard some noises so I came here to check.

- He was fine last night before we went to sleep. He slept well but then he jolted out of bed and got really sick. He even feels a little feverish.

- Let me help you guys to the bedroom. Hyunjin-ah, can you stand?

- No, hyung...I don't have any strength...

- Okay, hyung will help you, okay?

Minho placed his arms underneath Hyunjin's and slowly helps him up to his feet. Once standing, the older kept holding him until he felt grounded, you also by his side supporting some of his weight.

- Hyunjin-ah, do you feel faint?

- Just a little bit...hold on a minute...

He said blinking his eyes, trying to focus his vision and feel the ground steady underneath his feet.

- Are you good? Let's try to walk a little, and see if you feel faint again.

Minho helped Hyunjin walk but after 4 steps he felt his stomach flip again and hot liquid coming up his throat.

- Hold on...I'm gonna throw up again...

- Okay.

Minho turned around so Hyunjin was facing the sink, since in this condition kneeling him down again to stand up later would just make him feel dizzier and dizzier.

The young boy grabbed the edges of the sink and ducked his head as he proceeded to throw up one more time. Minho and you stayed by his side, holding him to make sure he wouldn't fall and rubbing his back for comfort. Given the ordeal from a few minutes ago, there wasn't much left for him to throw up.

You helped him rinse his mouth once again and wiped it with some clean cloth.

-Think we can go to the bedroom now?

- Hm.

He just nodded, he was too tired after everything that happened since they arrived at the house. Almost too tired, he didn't have any strength left in his body to even move and he felt like he was starting to get a fever.

- Hyung...babe...my body feels heavy...

- Are you gonna pass out?

- I don't know...

He just wanted to lay down and hopefully sleep again.

- Hyung will carry you, okay? Are you okay with that?

- Yes...

Minho proceeded to carry Hyunjin to your bedroom, really carefully so as not to make him feel nauseous again.

He gently settled the young boy on the bed.

- Rest now. Y/n, I'ĺl go to the drug store in a bit to get some things for him, okay?

- Thanks, Minho.

- Thanks, hyung...

Hyunjin said as he lay down and put a light cover on top of him.

You grabbed a bucket and placed it close to him, in case anything happened again, and lay down close to him.

- how are you feeling?

- exhausted...

- and your migraine? And your stomach?

- my migraine is killing me now, it's pounding like it's being hammered from the inside... my stomach just feels weird, not nauseous...

- Do you want to take anything for the migraine?

- no...I'm afraid I'll just vomit again...

- Oh honey...come here.

You opened your arms inviting him to come closer to you. You gave him an eye mask to help with the migraine and embraced him as he rest his head on your chest.

- I'm sorry for worrying you...

- Dont. Just try to relax a little, okay? I love you, honey.

- I love you too.

He said as he buried his head even more in your chest.

As you stroke his hair and drew patterns on his hand, he focused on your breathing and your heartbeat.

They were steady and calm, and he focused all his mind on those rhythms. They made him feel grounded and safe. He started to follow those rhythms until his breathing and his heartbeat matched yours, and when you noticed, he'd fallen asleep.

You gave him a light kiss on the top of his head, before continuing to stroke his hair and he didn't move an inch. You were grateful that he had finally managed to sleep and his expression looked peaceful.

Thankfully in a matter of minutes, it started to rain. The image of the rain, along with the sound of nature outside, rain pouring, leaves rattling, and raindrops hitting the window glass, that was all that all of you needed to take a proper rest.

The whole house was completely silent, everyone was sleeping, enjoying that moment of peace.

You were thankful for the rain and happy that the house was silent because it meant that these hardworking boys, whom you love so much, were finally resting well.

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darethshirl · 1 year ago

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soooo you know how when it comes to ask memes, normal people reblog the list and wait for others to send them asks? well. im not normal. I did THE ENTIRE LIST from here because… I’m mad with power? I guess? also I really really need to put some effort into characterising my poor bg3 ocs. and yep thats ocs plural!! I made a durge and didn’t bother to make a post for her here. so!! introductions!!

Cassiopeia, she/her. High Elf with the Noble background, Wild Magic Sorcerer. Chaotic Evil. Self-possessed with a calm outward demenour that belies her ruthlessness. Power-hungry (as is her right!!) and uncaring of how many people die in pursuit of her goals. Classy and graceful. Snooty. Loyal only to her friends and family, and she doesn’t have that many friends or family. Drawn to danger, and surprisingly cavalier about taking risks. But then again, why shouldn’t she be? She rarely faces consequences, and what her money can’t fix, her magic does.

Rin, she/they. Wood Elf, Spore Druid. Durge who resists! She’s been fascinated with death and decay ever since she was a little kid, and has been shunned as a weirdo ever since. Generally a quiet person who keeps to themself, she finds the beauty in everything, even the grotesque. But while she respects and appreciates death, she doesn’t actually like doing the killing… She’s only in act 1 so far but already she’s drowning in guilt and confusion. She’s not having a very good time at the moment, if she’s being honest. :(

(and yes theyre both romancing astarion 🤡 who else)

anyway!! let’s go! also I’m tagging @fadedsweater, @effelants, @roguelioness, @korcariiwitch and @potatowitch to do this too if they want to (yes the entire list if you have the strength!! I dare you!!) and any other hidden bg3 mutuals/followers I might have 👀

what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

Cassiopeia: Like a subtle spritz of jasmine perfume, just enough to notice but not to overwhelm. After a tenday she… still smells exactly the same, since she uses prestidigitation with impunity. No need to show any flaws when you can hide it all with magic!

Rin: Like grass and the faintest whiff of decay. After a tenday add some stale sweat, mud, and the metallic tinge of old blood.

what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Cassiopeia: Sweet and rich after a lifetime of good meals, with an aftermath of something tingly from her Wild Magic.

Rin: Her healthy lifestyle leaves her blood clear and refreshing, with an imperceptible fungal bitterness if she’s forgotten to dismiss her Spore form.

how would they kiss their LI?

Cassiopeia: In public? Proper and sweet little pecks. 😌 In private? She gets Bitey 😈

Rin: Whether in public or in private, she kisses the exact same way: arms around Astarion’s neck, eyes closed, with all her focus.

how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

Cassiopeia: She actually plonks down and falls into the Elf Trance pretty easily, so both she and Astarion are usually side by side in that meditation pose like weirdos 😂 Sometimes Astarion spoons her from behind in his sleep tho. She doesn’t mind.

Rin: Oh, she doesn’t sleep 🙃 Too dangerous. When she’s too exhausted to resist she basically curls into a tense tiny ball of a fetal position. She usually asks Astarion to watch over her in case she "sleepwalks" again, so he’s gotten into the habit of keeping a hand on her back.

what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Cassiopeia: Always sets her tent by the shade. Sorry, did I say sets her tent? I meant her Mage Hands set her tent (she gets two cause she’s a sorcerer, Gale, and if that’s not proof sorcerers are the superior class she doesn’t know what IS.) She keeps the materials light and breezy, since she can always use her magic to warm the inside up if she needs to.

Rin: Under a tree OR next to a boulder OR under a tree and surrounded by boulders. The more closed-in and cozier the better. Also she genuinely doesn’t mind mud, so she might volunteer for the spot if no one else wants it.

if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

Cassiopeia: oooh this is a fun question 👀 I’d say her colour scheme is light blue ooor white/gold, so she gets a custom set made of lapis lazuli, and an opal one as back-up. All made with real gemstones, of course.

Rin: A set made of wood. She carved it herself!

do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

Cassiopeia: No. Collecting things is for children.

Rin: She likes picking up cool rocks :) hasn’t had the time to look for any lately tho :(

if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

Cassiopeia: Ooooh definitely in the Gale’n’Astarion club. She waits for Gale to finish his verbal analysis essay only to respond with “I disagree.” She offers no further comment. Also she and Astarion like to make fun of any character making stupid decisions… according to them, of course.

Rin: She doesn’t actually like to read lol. She knows how to, she just… doesn’t really find it that fun, and it makes her head hurt if she reads too long. She doesn’t mind if someone reads out loud to her tho, and Wyll is usually the only willing to do it, so… trashy romance education, here we go!

if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Cassiopeia: It’s got to be Gale lol. Though really, he’s the one getting all up in a huff when Cassiopeia is surprised human wizards are actually good at magic. She’s chill. She’s not even picking a fight, she’s just stating that humans study magic for less time than elves so naturally they’re worse at being a wizard. That’s just common sense!

Rin: No one really. She’s too sad and quiet to pick arguments.

do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

Cassiopeia: Speak With Dead baybeee 😎😎 She looks super cool doing it. Also fuck them dead people, they’ve got no rights.

Rin: As a druid she’s more or less obligated to cast Speak With Animals from the moment she wakes up. Just in case!!

what are their thoughts on clowns?

Cassiopeia: Pathetic. Unfunny. Food for the uncultured masses. If all clowns died out overnight nothing of value would be lost.

Rin: Clowns are fun! :) It’s always nice to bring some joy and laughter into the world.

their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Cassiopeia: “Okay but how rich do you really think she is?? Like patriar rich? Richer?? Also do you think she’s killed any of her servants. Like she seems the type to blast one with magic when displeased. Okay place your bets on how many servants she’s killed, starting bet is 500gp.”

Rin: “Hey, are they… okay…? They doesn’t look okay. 😐 I'm pretty sure they cried themself to sleep last night.”

what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Cassiopeia: Astarion’s mean comments never fail to make her laugh. She has a restrained and surprisingly low laugh, coyly covering her mouth out of habit even when she’s in private.

Rin: She doesn’t have much to laugh about these days, but when something does surprise a laugh out of her it’s always full-bodied and earnest, making her eyes crinkle.

do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

Cassiopeia: She and Astarion share Looks ™ when the rest of the team is being too goody-goody. Also when they’re mocking an npc without bothering to open their mouths. Tadpole-to-tadpole communication baby!

Rin: She’s a bit too stressed with all the amnesia and accidental killing to make any jokes, inside or otherwise.

what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

Cassiopeia: Expensive, silky garments, tailor-made. The quality is unimpeachable. Might not be the best idea to traverse the wilderness in them, though.

Rin: Rough but sturdy homespun clothes. These were build to last. Ignore the suspiciously blood-like stain, that’s just spore residue. Probably.

what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Cassiopeia: The only thing smoother than this satin is the skin underneath it. For a classy, intimate night out.

Rin: Utilitarian but comfortable. A small R is hand-stitched at the back.

how do they celebrate their birthday?

Cassiopeia: Throws a huge and lavish full-day party with hundreds of guests at her mansion, with paid entertainment and vast amounts of alcohol. She swans around in her Designer Clothes (Faerun Edition) for like an hour before she fucks off somewhere private to do the fun drugs. And maybe bang someone. It’s her birthday, after all.

Rin: She doesn’t actually know when her birthday is 🙃 And even if she did the rest of her Circle wouldn’t really care.

what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Cassiopeia: askjdh okay I think she’d binge Succession and COMPLETELY miss the entire point of it 😂😂 Logan is like legit her favourite character and she hates the kids, she finds them annoying and frustrating. Like, just stop failing!! Just be smart and competent, and then your dad will love you! How hard can it be, jesus!

Rin: oh man her life is so sad that I think she’d curl up in bed and watch a sitcom like a zombie all day long. She just needs those few hits of laughter serotonin to give her strength, you know? 🥺 I haven’t watched enough sitcoms to choose one for her, maybe Friends?? She seems like she’d like Friends. Ross is her favourite.

do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I DO NOT 😭😭😭 I HAVE FAILED AS AN OC CREATOR LMAO. maybe if i ever make some I’ll come back here and edit it but lets be real im not gonna do that lol. thats not how i operate. i just put all the songs on my humongous unorgonised Favourite list and then never open that list ever again

if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Cassiopeia: Carrying things is for the plebs, darling. You might get a golden ring or two though, if you’re lucky.

Rin: Healing potions, some botany ingredients, also random daggers she keeps picking up and forgetting to sell. Don't think too hard about it.

#ask meme #my oc #bg3

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ghostofnoir · 1 year ago

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Wip Snip

Thank you @romaine2424 for the tag. I LOVED yours 💙 This is a snippet of ‘Touch Me Like a Lover’ an epilogue to my first work ‘Symptom of Your Touch’ It sure is taking me forever to get it done but I’m digging in and making progress 💪🏻

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Just as Peter finished speaking, Harry walked in from the kitchen, bare-chested and wearing only flannel pyjama bottoms. He looked barely awake and every bit a man who had only gotten three hours of sleep, so everyone should tread carefully. His hair was dishevelled, and his glasses were slightly askew, but somehow, he still managed to make his presence imposing. Even with the ridiculous way he was balancing a hot cup of tea in each hand, clenching a piece of toast between his teeth, and cradling a bowl of cereal to his chest. He brushed past Peter without acknowledgement, his sudden appearance and gruff posture causing Peter to stutter mid-sentence when Harry stood halfway in front of where Peter still knelt on the floor to hand Draco a cup of tea, then proceeded to lift a foot onto the armrest of Draco’s chair, completely ignoring the abundant amount of accessible seating the house had to offer to climb behind Draco and plop himself down, his legs coming out on either side of Draco, impressively not spilling a drop of his breakfast in the process.

“Hey– Good morning, Harry,” Peter stuttered. “I was, er– was just showing Draco the new–”

Harry greeted Peter by interrupting his faltered speech with a low, brash noise like gravel in the back of his throat, barely a greeting at all, really. He sat his bowl and teacup down on the side table next to them, before wrapping an arm around Draco’s waist, and taking a big bite of his toast.

“Right, well, um… I’ll just leave these here.” Peter stood and placed the wooden crate on the coffee table, with movements that seemed designed to give Harry a wide berth.

“Thank you, Peter!” Draco called out to his retreating back. “I do want to visit the farm as soon as Neville arrives– He’s not going to want to miss it.”

Once Peter was gone, Draco turned to glare at Harry.

“You should be ashamed of yourself for scaring Peter off like that,” he said. “He’s intimidated by you. And, if you haven’t noticed, he worships the ground you walk on. You know, nothing would probably make him happier than to just be your friend— Don’t give me that innocent look–” Draco snorted. “He’s a nice guy, and you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I know what he’s doing too,” Harry said, swallowing. “He still wants you. And is still trying to seduce you with potion ingredients. Ripening and blooming… fucking, please.”

As Harry spoke, Draco leaned back into his new warm and well-shaped backrest.

“Oh, I see,” Draco chuckled, “you’re really gonna dig in deep here, aren’t you? Gonna be really defiant about it. Really give him the Harry-Potter-cold-shoulder,” Draco finished with a pointed look, because he knew that cold shoulder very well, and might have even been the reigning top recipient.

Harry laughed and shrugged. “You know I’m right,” he said as he nuzzled the side of Draco’s neck, apparently completely unashamed of the causal claim of territory he’d just made. “Good morning,” he added softly after a moment.

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I know most of you have already posted or writing anonymous so please ignore 🫣 but again I don’t know many people 🙃

Tagging to share @drarrymyheart @starquestingfordrarry @fluxweeed @roseharpermaxwell

#drarry #wip #tag game #noxnoir #symptomofyourtouch #touchmelikealover

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Sam!! hii!! It’s been so long😭 I know I’ve been saying it basically every time in each ask but i seriously hate not being able to respond as quick anymore :(!! (This will be a two parter lol)

Sleep is so important so in some ways I’m glad you slept! I’m sorry the past week was not kind to you :( how are you feeling now? It’s a new month!! Honestly October was hell so hopefully November won’t be as bad lol alsooo are you doing anything fun this weekend?

I’m sorry book didn’t live up to the hype or quality as the other ones, that’s so lame! I know how that feels and sometimes it feels annoying feeling “unsatisfied” I guess lol

Oh bestie guess what my hot TA did this week?? He showed up to class with his his regular halfway buttoned shirt but with a MF LEATHER JACKET ON😭😭😭 when I tell you I fucking glitched tf out when i walked into lecture IT WAS SO CRAZY😭 you know im a SLUT for a leather jacket so I was soooo?!? He looked so good I can’t! Anyways lol

I simply cannot imagine how it is to be a fan right now! There’s absolutely no shame in feeling sad about it! I know that if I was in that position now, there would be no tears left in me! I do hope that you don’t get anymore sad tiktoks though :(

Oh trust me I never feel obligated to read! If anything it really makes me happy to be able to read the stories you post! I’m trying my best to deal with midterms and all though I am simply hanging by a thread lol but omg when they said they were from Boston I was GAGGED!! Like crazy lol

I totally get what you mean about Isaac! He’s good for the plot lol and idk sometimes I interpret things differently but that doesn’t mean that what you had in mind was bad or anything negative! If anything I kinda like how we all view the characters differently! I think the TA idea is still good though I do love how this idea came about! It’s very fitting and so perfect for them😭 also I forgot to mention that there was a part in the story(I think towards the end) it reminded me of a song called “We’ll Never Have Sex” by Leith Ross idk why!!-💜

I know you hate it, but don't feel bad! School is more important! I've missed you and I know you have a lot going on 💕 I hope you're being kind to yourself!

I'm feeling okay now. I still have A LOT to do but it seems a little more manageable now. Going to do some retail therapy in a bit 🙃 even though I shouldn't. But I think I deserve a new bag and some thanksgiving hand towels for my bathroom. Nothing fun this weekend which is fun for me I feel I've been going non-stop since Oct. 15th so nothing is the most fun I could have. How about you? What fun plans do you have? Forgive me, it's been a year, do you celebrate Day of the Dead? I know we discussed it because I liked the movie Coco and stuff. How was it if you did?

It's okay about the book. I just went back to my basketball boyfriend to read before bed. I missed him 😂

TA and a leather jacket; name a more iconic duo. If he shows up with a motorcycle helmet let me know. This is writing itself, tbh I'm lolling about "regular halfway buttoned shirt"

No I like that too, it's interesting that everyone interpreted him to be a bad person (he's def like morally not great) but he was decent to her at one point. I will have to give the song a listen and see if it resonates something in me (based on title maybe it's because I made Harry not have sex with her hehehehe--that will be for another time).

Can't wait to read your review of Hummingbirds 💕

xoxo

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11271976-07142023 · 1 year ago

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Part of my newly found happiness is knowing you’re not hurting anymore. I never wanted you to leave, to ‘end’, but I very much wanted your pain and suffering to leave, to end. It’s a relief, that you’re no longer going through that. I felt your relief when you came out of your body. I can’t ever forgot that feeling. Ever. It was something I never imagined I’d ever feel/experience. You gave that to me, somehow. I know I was the only one in that room to feel/experience it. It made me happy🥰. Hence why I was the only one smiling, with no tears. I was puzzled, bc I looked around like, omg did y’all feel that?! 😃! Butno. Nobody else did. They were looking at me puzzled. 🙃🙃🙃. You were still there, my love. In me, maybe ? I dunno but you were still very much going. One day I’ll experience what you did. I do hope to see you again. You haven’t been in my dreams. Not since the ugly dream. Of you fading in and out, and Canada falling in love with some new Pisces woman who was very much Andrea. Haha 🔪🔪🔪. I know I’ve been a fool. For too long. But you’d say he’s the fool. You have said that. You said fuck him. He doesn’t deserve me. You right.

I miss you. Holidays are not the same without you. I would’ve wanted you here with me. I wouldn’t have went back home if you were here w me. Bc it was always like, eh, we have each other, & that’s all you and I ever needed. I’m missing a part of myself, Kurtis. It’s best we had not lived together. It’s best we lived parted. It was drawn out that way bc this is all I could handle. I was partially weened from you. It’s probably why you couldn’t speak to me, either. Bc …that was all that you and I could handle.

I’ve been a wreck. A happy depressed sad wreck ?¿ I’ll get better. I left Fish outside of the cage bc he was sleeeeping on the carpet. I don’t think he’s going to try to come up here. I love that Calliope stood down with him♥️. She did that last night as well, but he was in his kennel then. She can’t lose her big poppa rn. I’ll try to extend his life as much as I can, if it’s what he wants, which so far, it has been what he’s wanted. You.. you were a little different lol I was the only reason you were fighting. And I’m certain even then you were questioning it. You knew as well as I did that you were coming here. We would have never left each other alone. And ppl can talk and assume their reasons, but nobody else mattered. Especially their idiotic reasons. You could’ve had so many other women. Women/girls 🙃. Cute girls. Small girls. Hot girls. But no, you still wanted Miss Piggy lolll. Definitely not putting myself down, just bein silly.

I’m not going to rush to leave. I’ll leave when it feels right. As I do w everything. You comin with? Help me drive? 🙂♥️. I miss our road trips. Even though we’d be at each others throats near the end lol.

I’ve loved. I’ve been loved. And it was all true. And if it doesn’t happen again, I’d be fine with that.

Do me a favor? Halp Fishy stay downstairs to rest with MsKittyCalliope? That kennel thing.. I understand why, but he’s better off outside of it bc nobody wants to lie next to their potty 24/7 lol no matter how many times I swap it out lol that litter is just so messy and it’s impossible to keep tidy. Him restin on the carpet is okay. I shoulda put him a blanky but I didn’t think. He could pull the one from the couch down. I’m not going back down there again rn. I don’t want to wake him. I should sleep. I’ll shower and pack my bag in the morning. Minimal bag. Lazy clothes. Probably no makeup bag either. I just want to go for one day then come back the next bc mommas gotta make some $, & Fishy needs to be home. I don’t want to hear it from my family. They’re lucky I’m even making the trip out there, especially for just a day. Maybe day & a half.. I’d like to get my nails done out there & get a pedi done 👀. ..haha. I’ll think about it. Only if I feel up to it, Kurtis. I’ll have to research prices lol I am keeping some, duh, you know that, I just don’t know which. I’ll know when I see everything. But I know you’d want me to sell some to make $ lol heck, you were trying to sell them, too. Maybe. I ain’t makin promises. I also am not looking forward to what ppl have to say if they see that I am but you right, fuck them. Nothing I do is anybody’s goddamn business. Just yours and you already know. And I can feel you encouraging me lol still doesn’t mean I’ll do it.. lol lie with me, will ya? Scratch my .. no loll not my back this time, for once. Scratch ma fat head. And call me Baby. Like you would do. Tell me you love me. I never ever got tired of hearing it. I could have said it more. I’m learning. I hid a lot of love for you. I regret that. I am sorry. I hope you know now how much I loved you/how much I do love you still.

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happychappy · 1 year ago

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I hate that this is the first post but I’m really upset about it so I want to vent and leave it here :( I love my girl so fucking much. She’s everything to me. But right now, I’m so fucking mad and sad and overthinking everything. So she texted me saying that her and her friend saw her ex, WHO I THOUGHT WAS IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY. But no. She was fucking HERE. Anyways, a whole 6 minutes after that, she wanted to say that her ex is ugly and I’m an upgrade. But did she really think that? Like truly, with all her heart? Why’d it take so long? What if she saw her and thought oh I miss her. Or damn she looks good. I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! And idk, we talked about it and she said she was just busy with course but the way she said it sounded so sus 🧍 like she kind of mumbled it? And that’s all she said. She didn’t say I promise you right now that I have no feelings whatsoever for her and she can fucking die. No. She just said she was busy. That’s what you hear from all the cheater or people who’s done something they shouldn’t have. I know she’s said it before but I think I need to hear it right now. And I don’t want to tell her that’s what I need because she’ll just say it bc I want her to. I want her to MEAN it. I want her to reassure me so bad rn. I cried myself to sleep last night because I was thinking about her leaving me or cheating on me. The only reason they broke up was because her ex moved away and she became distant. But she’s back 🧍 she’s here. What if she’s here for good and they talked yesterday or there was tension or something? What if they still love eachother? What is she still loves her? Should I end it and let them be happy together? 🙃 should I end it while I have the courage to? She makes me so happy and I really, really love her. I literally can’t imagine my life without her, but if she’d be happier with someone else then okay haha…I’m fucking kidding. Who the FUCK? If she’s not happy with me, then I’ll become a fucking comedian because huh? Her? With someone else? Fuck. No. I’ve claimed her and she’s fucking mine. Only I can make her happy :)

I say that, but I end up getting insecure again and thinking oh she’d be better off with someone else. My mind is so contradicting. I would rip whoever she gets with apart. Literally hospitalise them. I honestly don’t care. Anyways…I don’t want to get hurt. I know I love her more than she loves me. I can feel it, and I fucking hate it. I want to leave so I don’t have to deal with these emotions. I’ve never fucking been like this before. This is my first relationship and idk how to fucking handle it. Too much happening all the time. I like catering to her needs, but I do it to the point where it gets in the way of what I need or want. But that’s just how I love. I’ve always done that for people I love, but thinking about it in the long run…it’s gonna drain me. I don’t know what to do.

Alsoooo I want to be FUCKED. Like I actually do. I was thinking about it before and I kind of miss the feeling I’d get with men. The fantasies and the need to be dominated. But I feel so uncomfortable when she does any of that with me. It makes me feel disgusted and I think that’s because of my “alpha male” mentality. I’m the man in the relationship, so I fuck her and make her cum. The thought of her fucking me gives me the ick. Every time I’ve cum since I’ve been with her, it’s because I’d imagine me with a strap and she’d be riding me. Her fat ass is bouncing and she’s staring at me with that desperate slutty look on her face. “That feels so good, daddy.” Anyways 💀 every single time, it’s me fucking her. And OH MY GOD. When we’re fucking, I talk to her in my head 😭 when she says stuff, I’ll reply but in my fucking head and it’s so hot but I feel like my voice doesn’t suit it so I just shut the fuck up.

I’m getting off topic 🧍 no surprise there. It’s just my trust issues. I have no fucking idea how to make them disappear. Okay, so I always think she doesn’t actually like me. I just don’t see how such a beautiful and amazing woman could be with such an ugly and boring person like me 💀 It’s crazy because I’ve seen the way her eyes dilate and I know she loves me but at the same time…WHY?! WHY ME? And she liked ME first. It just doesn’t make sense 😭 I’m not fucking complaining, I just don’t understand. She’s so fucking beautiful and sexy and perfect. I’m a literal loser 💀 I think if she was a bit uglier, it’d be easy to trust her and believe in how she feels about me. But no. She has to be the most beautiful woman in the world 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍 like bro even when she just wakes up and she’s in track pants and a jersey! HOW DO YOU PULL THAT OFF?! When she eats, she makes it look fucking sexy! It literally turns me on 😭 HOW?! WHY?! Her body is so fucking perfect and her face is symmetrical like COME ONNN. She literally has an hourglass body, she’s shorter than me, her hair is so nice and soft, her eyes are beautiful, her nose is fucking adorable, her lips and big and kissable like fuck me bro. And oh my god her ass. Her fucking ass. It’s HUGE 👺 I love gripping it and jiggling it, it’s so fucking hot. She has the perfect ass I swear to God. Fuck this, I’m getting horny and side tracked 🧍 AGAIN.

But she’s also there for me when I need her. I know I talk led about her body a lot but who she is so much fucking more than that. She’s always so prepared to listen and she’s so caring and giving like idk how someone can be so perfect. She’s funny and weird and comfortable and everything. She feels like home and I wish I could spend every second of my life with her. I just like that we can sit in silence as well. We don’t need to talk to be okay, we can just enjoy eachother’s presence. There aren’t many people I can do that with 😔 OH MY GOD and she’s SO SO SO talented! She moves so gracefully, it’s like she was born to dance. Ykw? I just thought about what else I love about her and I can only see her smile 😭 is that weird? I think that’s weird. But her smile is my most favourite thing about her, I swear to God. It just makes me so fucking happy and I’d embarrass myself over and over again if it means she’d smile. I carried her on my back and pretended to struggle so she’d laugh *sigh* I miss her so much. I wish she was here with me rn. Okay I think I’m fine now HAHAHA I really fucking needed that 😭😭😭 this helps a LOTTTT. Anyways, that’s my story 💅

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thegingerjameson · 3 years ago

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Fate Adjacent - Prologue

Okay so a this is a repurpose of an old fanfic I wrote, so if anyone recognizes it- it is mine. 🙃 I can't get this idea out of my head and am using some pieces of what I wrote previously to tell a new story. I’m not sure what it will turn into but maybe you'd like to come along for the ride while I figure it out? 😁 I thought I'd throw this out there and see if there's any interest before I continue.

A/U and will include MOM spoilers but not quite yet.

Link to Chapter 1 below!

Warnings: Angst. Lots of angst. (My favorite.)

Prologur- (Y/N)

We begin at the end.

Anger comes first. Flashing, blinding, consuming. It starts off slow, lapping at your lungs and your fingers and your gut, building relentlessly, compelling you to run, to scream, to destroy. Your brain is a jumble of senseless firing synapses and your entire body trembles with the nervous energy of it all, from your scalp to your lips to your toes. You can't sit still, can't eat, can't sleep, can't focus on anything but the wave of rage that drives you to the edge of insanity before it swells and finally, blessedly breaks.

But after that brief moment of reprieve, when you're crashing headfirst into the next mindfuck of emotion, you find yourself longing for those ebbing, electric tides of anger and rage. Because after the anger and the rage comes the pain.

Oh God, the pain; ripping you wide open to the white-hot sun, dissecting you piece by piece, and even after you're left eradicated and empty, it continues to demand more, and more, and more.

It has been three days since Stephen left me, and I have nothing left to give.

They say that hindsight is 20/20, but I disagree. It's skewed and distorted, like being caught underwater and looking up. To reflect on the last few years and figure out how we got here is the equivalent of trying to find a needle in a haystack.

"We're broken, (y/n), and we can't fix it anymore," he'd said.

The receiver of the phone had been cool and metallic in my hand as he delivered the blow and I'd clung to it in desperation thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I held on tight enough, he would have to stay.

"It's better, for both of us, (y/n). I'm so sorry," he'd said simply, reaching across the miles, through the line, and ripping out my heart.

I wanted to beg him to come home, to love me like he'd promised- for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do us part- but the reality of the situation sent ice through my veins and I couldn't move, couldn't speak. He whispered goodbye, and I stood listening as the dial tone turned into a busy signal, thinking, why do you get to decide?

Now I sit on the cold, hard floor in the middle of the bedroom we'd shared, surrounded by pieces of him. To my right, a set of blue robes that still smells like him. To my left, the napkin covered in my hurried handwriting that I'd pressed into his palm the first night we'd met. In front of me, a black and white photo; my arms slung around his neck, squinting over his shoulder into the sun, his face turned towards mine, lips brushing my cheek.

I want to cry, but tears seem too small, too inconsequential for the massive void ahead of me that is life without him. I want to forget, but the essence of him is ingrained in every fiber of my being, and I could no more forget that than I could myself.

Instead, I struggle to my feet and make my way across our room, shoving years of memories into cardboard boxes and trying to ignore the fact that, every time another box is taped shut, a little piece of my soul stays trapped inside. I move methodically, removing anything and everything that reminds me of him until there's nothing left.

If I could take down the plaster, the wooden planks, the nails and insulation and wiring that hold this very place together and pack them away, I would. I would pack our favorite Italian restaurant down the street, every universe we’d visited, every place we'd kissed. I would pack away the sun and the moon, the clouds and the stars until there was nothing left but darkness and even then, it would remind me of the shadow of his sad smile.

We’d loved, once; unscathed by the raw and ravaged landscape that heartbreak so often leaves in its wake. We'd learned together what it was like heal; to move in synchronicity, two halves of a whole. Together we'd breathed and fought and cried and laughed and lived. I can no longer remember who I was before him, but I do know this: I will love Stephen Strange, unrequited, for the rest of my life.

Everyone has their cross to bear. This is mine.

When the last of the boxes are piled by the door and the first vestiges of sunrise appear outside my window, I crawl into our bed and pray for the numb oblivion of sleep.

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Link to Chapter 1

#dr strange x you #doctor stephen strange #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x reader #doctor strange #benedict cumberbatch #multiverse of madness #doctor strange x you #doctor strange x reader #dsitmom #mcu fandom

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storytelling-timelord · 3 years ago

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Can I request 16, 18, and 31 for the 10th doctor 🙃

A/N: hope you like :) Request blurbs please!

16. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

31. “Don’t worry about me.”

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He didn’t think he was being that loud tinkering around with the TARDIS until you appear in his eye line, a soft smile adorning your face and your blanket thrown around your shoulders and tucked below your chin. “Did I wake you? Was I too loud?” The Doctor frowns and stands up watching you shake your head.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” So he was being too loud, and of course you weren’t going to tell him that. But the Doctor could tell despite you not getting any sleep, you needed it.

Then you sneezed.

The Doctor straightens his back as you hide your face and all he could hear was sniffles. “Are you sick?” He asks, setting his screwdriver down and coming to your side. You were shaking your head but wiping your nose only moments before you were thrown into another sneeze. And another. And another. And the Doctor was no longer by your side.

“Doctor?” You call out, your throat scratched beyond comfort from your sneezes as you clear it and call out again. “Doctor, where are you?”

“I’m here.” He answers coming back into the control room with a teacup in his hand. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” He hands You the tea and you happily sip on it, letting your shoulders sag as the hot liquid already makes you start to feel well. “Let’s get you to the medbay.

“Don’t worry about me, Doctor.” You put your hand on his shoulder and he falls still for a moment, looking between your eyes. “You get some sleep of your own. I can get there just fine by myself.” The smile you give him warms his cheeks as he nods and steps closer to you, placing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“I know you can.” He whispers with a delicate kiss on the top of your head. “Now let’s get you taken care of.”

#tenth doctor x reader #tenth Doctor imagine #tenth Doctor blurb #tenth Doctor #the Doctor imagine #the Doctor x reader #the Doctor blurb #Doctor who #Doctor who x reader #Doctor who imagine #Doctor who blurb

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disaster-j · 3 years ago

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Dear J,

It’s a quarter past 1:00 am right now, and I still can’t sleep. So I decided to look at your other asks. And ugh, what is people’s problem nowadays? 😓 But to give my 🪙 about this: obviously I can’t judge anybody’s -> Off’s sexuality. (1. Because it’s rude; 2. Because I am not a psychic; 3. Because I’m not a famous person so I have no idea how they would deal with such a thing; and finally 4. Because estimating other people’s ideas and motivations has never been my strongest suit. 🥲) And I don’t think it really matters.

And I would never underestimate the trials of coming to terms with who you are 🏳️‍🌈 (god knows it took me nearly 20 years and I’m still learning every day!), but I don’t think we should underestimate how difficult it can be portraying someone like “us queers.” Especially if you’re unsure about your identity or not part of the community at all. And this is really not meant as queerphobic, but merely targeted at the toxic climate that has been created around BLs (which Off rightfully criticises), in which “skinships” and real life shipping at one point became the norm. And whatever the reason is (you weren’t raised in a way that made intimacy a part of everyday life, you simply aren’t a tactile person, you find it difficult to do all those things [or anything at all frankly] in front of masses of screaming people, you don’t feel the need to do those things, you don’t consider it part of working at your career etc.), not everyone is immediately comfortable with presenting themselves like that. (Mind you I’ve only been in the fandom for a hot second 👶, but even I can see that back when OffGun first rose to prominence, the “demands” were even more insane than now.) Even when it comes to accurately portraying a queer character, I would consider that a craft, especially when you aren’t queer yourself.

Obviously we, a small ensemble of “us” noble fans with common sense who just want our favourite actors happy and succeeding in their work, can’t do a lot to change the entire BL system. (Gosh, this almost make them sound like Tawi’s gang! 🤭) But what we can do, is be patient with all of the actors (especially the new ones or those who, like Off, don’t seem exactly “at ease” in the BL cosmos) and support them in their endeavours. And let the art (lmao ehh the “production” 😅) be the prime focus. So, instead of complaining about “lack of chemistry” or your “fave ‘couple’ not acting together”, try to focus on what other projects actors are working on or just new BL shows with new stories. Stories that can open a whole new world, whatever that world may look like. 🏳️‍🌈 🌏

Love from,

~ anonymatcha 🍵

P.S. Apologies for this long sermon. 😬 (That would be my other inner half, the declining Protestant one 🙃)

Very well said anon! I don't think there's much for me to add except that I really do think people should keep what you point out in mind when talking about actors, especially asian actors since queerness is still very much something taboo for so many asian cultures. Not being comfortable with BL culture doesn't necessarily make someone homophobic. Even when he was super uncomfortable with the demands from bl fans he never once acted like queerness itself was something disgusting (looking at krist) he was very clear about the discomfort coming from his own dislike of physical touch. And still he never treated Gun poorly for wanting to hold hands and hug. He was always very careful with how he portrayed and talked about queerness too. Even now he's one of the most vocal BL actors when it comes to talking about queer rights. Just today him and Tay were flooding the tl with articles about the marriage equality struggle in thailand. To say that he's "aggressively straight" or not a good ally or being performative just because 6 years ago he didn't like holding hands with Gun is just such a toxic take.

People need to let asian actors be. Asian countries aren't as open to queerness. Not even thailand. In fact, being openly queer in the thai industry has effectively killed a lot of careers and even insanely good actors like Fluke and Gun struggle to get good roles bc execs don't want to cast them in "masculine" roles. It's a whole homophobic mess over there. So yeah, people aren't always gonna be comfortable with the BL industry and a lot of queer actors won't actively come out for years still. People shouldn't judge them without considering the context of their situation.

#ask #anon #anonymatcha #off jumpol #bl culture #idek what i wrote i blacked out as i started typing and woke up to paragraphs

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lonelyvomit · 2 years ago

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Dear Abby,

about age crisis. I turned 34 a few days ago and it’s very scary because it’s only one year away from the ACTUAL SCARY age which is 35. My birthday is in August so my age crisis lasts through every summer 🙃

The thing is that I’m big at putting schedules and deadlines on myself because otherwise I get nothing done. I gave myself an ultimatum to get in to university before I turned 25 and I did, then to graduate with masters before I turned 30 and I did. Last year my resolution was to get a job after six months of unemployment and I did, you get the drill.

Now, I haven’t been dating anyone in over nine years. Last time I dated I was 24 and it was this on guy from uni who I didn’t even like but I figured that maybe I don’t have to like the person I’m dating, you know, because you constantly see couples that are having arguments or not seem to care that much about each other and they still make it work somehow, so apparently love is not needed at all right? :)

The guy I was dating kept constantly picking me and pointing out my flaws. I should lose weight, I shouldn’t focus on my studies so much (when I had just got into uni after years of trying and it was the biggest dream come true I’ve ever had), how I should go to therapy to stop being introvert and became “normal” like him, how I was terrible company when I was sick, how I was disappointing him when I had to go sleep early to be able to get up and go to work because I had to finance my studies somehow (he still lived at home and didn’t progress in his studies at all that I know of) and how I should stop apologizing constantly after he’d spent a nice evening walk together listing everything that was wrong with me. And I still thought that maybe he is right. That I should just change everything I am and have ever been so I could be lovable.

In the end I found my figurative balls and dumped him after listening to that crap for FIVE months. I was about to turn 25 and I promised myself that after going through that shitstorm I could go for the next ten years without trying to pursue a relationship and do what I want: get my degree, travel, party, all that without anyone restricting me.

But I did put another deadline fo myself: I’d be in a relationship when I turn 35. Because ten years is SUCH a long time, right? Now it’s less than a year. And I’m freaking out, because I keep thinking that most likely I won’t meet anyone before my next birthday, or never, or even worse, meet someone like my ex.

Otherwise I wouldn’t maybe give a shit, but 35 is also very much the age when I have to make the final decision if I ever want to try for biological children or not. But if I’m not in a stable relationship by then, there is no decision to make. And I really don’t know.

Thanks to this and all other ✨stuff✨ going on in my head I did seek professional help some time ago. I was guided to an online therapist. Their hot take was “why don’t you just try not to think about things that make you upset” :)

Sorry for this essay. You don’t have to answer or post it if you don’t want to. I just needed to pour my thoughts somewhere and you’re possibly the most kind and understanding and non-judgmental person I’ve ever had the fortune to know. I really hope you’re having a good day 💐🖤

Lots of love, Bec

🫂 I assume that guy from uni is long gone out of your life but ngl I hold grudges and I'm more than willing to take my cactus to meet him 😌

I can definitely see self-made deadlines and goals being good motivators and I hope you feel proud of the ones you've reached! but they do get counterintuitive when you realize you might miss one - and tbh idk anyone who's life is so perfect they can breeze through it exactly like they planned (ok maybe like millionaire kids but like. out of us normal people lol), so I feel like that disappointment comes to everyone at one point or another. and I can see why this is a big one when the question of kids is on the table too, but I'm also happy you know better than try to settle for someone like the last guy.

of course I hope you find your perfect match within the next year just cus you deserve someone who makes you happy, but even more so I hope you get to a place where you wont be too upset if you don't. sure, the question of biological kids is there, but the entire question of parenthood is not. there's ways later on when you find the right person, and I mean if the biological thing is really important, you can still consider getting your eggs frozen or something (idk how expensive or complicated that shit is so maybe an unrealistic idea but I'm throwing it in there anyway). having experienced everything you have thanks to not having a family to raise early on is gonna make you a kick-ass mom one day if you want to become one. 🖤

also I'm going to bite your online therapist in the unsexiest way possible.

you're the sweetest, you're doing amazing, I love you, you've got this babe 🖤

#asks

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alwaysbethewest · 4 years ago

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Narcos fic: You Got the Better of Me

This is not a new fic but I wrote it last year before I had started posting fics to Tumblr and never brought it over from AO3. It’s so dirty I was a little embarrassed I guess, lmao. Apparently I’m over that sense of shame now and I wanted my Tumblr masterlist to be complete, so. Here you go. The original Narcos OT3 fic.

Title: You Got the Better of Me Pairing: Javier Peña/Connie Murphy/Steve Murphy Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.6k Content/warnings: threesome, oral sex, anal sex, double penetration, alcohol consumption, poor communication/negotiation, denial of feelings, arguably should be angstier than it actually is but it’s mostly just filthy 🙃

“Do you like me?” she asks, all innocent tone right in the middle of their conversation so he doesn’t even realize at first that it’s a loaded question.

“What? Of course.” He can understand, maybe, how she’d feel unsure about her standing with him. This is the first time… ever, actually, that they’ve spent time together just the two of them, without Steve. He’s on an assignment in Medellín this week, while Javi’s stuck in the office in Bogotá, and Connie had run into him in the apartment hallway earlier and invited him to join her for dinner. “I was running on autopilot at the grocery store and I got enough food for two,” she’d explained. “If you bring a bottle of wine, we’ll call it an even trade.”

He didn’t actually have a bottle of wine in his apartment, but he brought up a bottle of whiskey and mixed her a whiskey sour, ignoring her raised eyebrow and quietly pleased at her begrudging hum of approval when she’d taken her first sip. Her glass is nearly empty now and he fights the instinct to make her another drink. It’s not like this is a date. No call for getting his buddy’s wife drunk, alone in the kitchen with her.

“I mean,” she clarifies, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

His eyes snap from the empty glass he’d been pondering back up to her face, and he frowns slightly. “Is this—” a trap? he wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to insult her if he’s just. Misunderstanding. “What are you asking me?” he settles on, finally.

They’ve already finished dinner—a dinner accompanied by a perfectly normal, friendly, innocuous conversation—and they’re settled against the countertop now where he’s been watching her slice strawberries to serve with the angel food cake she’d bought for dessert.

She sets down the paring knife and sucks a drop of strawberry juice off her thumb and she looks at him for a long moment. He can feel his heart rate ticking up. The back of his neck goes hot.

“I guess I’m asking…” She tilts her head, purses her lips thoughtfully. “If I asked you to fuck me, would you?”

Yes, he thinks. He shakes his head, helplessly, and shuffles his weight back on his feet, like leaning an inch away from her will give him the space to act rationally here. “You’re married,” he tells her. Reminds her.

She smiles, real amusement on her face. “You don’t sleep with married women?”

“I— Not if their husband is my friend,” he protests. “Listen, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong—”

She shakes her head, cutting him off. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I should have worded it better.” She sighs, a little frustrated, like she’s trying to find the words. He shifts his weight back again, putting another inch between them.

“There’s something I want to do—want to try—but I want… it to be with someone I trust.”

His mind almost gets stuck on that last word, trust, wondering at the thought that this woman trusts him—he can count on one hand the people who really trust him—but then, Steve is one of those people, and he furrows his brow again. “Whatever you want to… try… should be with your husband,” he tells her firmly. Laying down the law. Like he’s the pillar of morality in this exchange, apparently.

She smiles again, gently, like he’s still not getting it. “I know. He’d be there too.”

The empty rocks glass nearly slips out of his hand.

Javier is fucked.

They don’t talk about it, when Steve gets back to the office. He’d almost think Steve doesn’t know, except for the dark glances he keeps catching out of the corner of his eye. As if Steve doesn’t think Javier has the training and experience to know when someone is watching him.

Javi pretends not to notice, never brings it up, and eventually he’s halfway convinced himself he’d imagined the conversation. The other half of him is convinced Connie’s changed her mind. It was a dumb idea and she’s seen the light. He’s almost relieved.

And then one Friday, a couple weeks after The Proposition, she calls him at work.

“Steve’s just left,” he tells her. He can see Murphy down at the end of the hall, rounding the corner to disappear just as Connie’s low chuckle reaches his ears, tinny through the handset.

“I’m calling for you,” she says. “How’s tonight?”

And he thinks: she didn’t want to give him time to chicken out of this.

It was her idea to meet at the club a few blocks away from their apartment building. “I just think if we get a couple drinks in us first it’ll be easier. Get us all more relaxed,” she’d said. Javier had agreed at the time but right now he’s the furthest thing from relaxed. He’s been nursing his drink in the corner of the room for half an hour, chain smoking at a little table past the edge of the dance floor, watching when Connie and Steve had walked in and tracking their movement over to the bar, catching the nod and smile Connie had given when she spotted him. Steadily avoiding Steve’s face. He’s been waiting for them to come over to him, because he - he can’t be the one to start this.

Eventually, she finishes her cocktail and he finishes his beer and they do turn to join him. Connie’s in front, Steve trailing behind her, and Javi stands, nervously, when she reaches his table.

She smiles up at him, with soft eyes, and reaches her hand out to snag the collar of his shirt, fingers tucking behind the top button to tap the backs of her nails against the bare skin of his chest. She scratches him lightly as she steps close. “Come here,” she murmurs.

He can’t avoid it any longer. He looks over Connie’s shoulder to seek out Steve’s face, and he recognizes the expression he finds there. It’s like how he looks toward the end of a long stakeout, right before their suspect is due to show. It’s nerves and adrenaline and pent up energy. But not anger, like Javi’s been expecting. Not jealousy. It’s… Anticipation, he realizes abruptly.

When he kisses her she tastes sweet, and a little salty from the rim on the margarita she’d been drinking. He savors it, running his tongue gently along her lower lip until he feels her lips part and he ducks inside, just barely. His hands land at her waist and he almost snatches them away again, burned, when his fingers touch Steve’s, resting on her hips. Steve has taken a step forward so he’s pressed up behind her, head tilted next to hers as he watches Javier kiss his wife. Javi imagines he can feel the heat of Steve’s gaze on his face, mixing with the alcohol in his system and the crush of people in the room to make his whole body feel hot.

Connie is tugging him down again by his shirt collar and he’s helpless to her; he meets her kiss again and this time he feels Steve’s fingers intertwine with his, shifting on her hip until suddenly Javi’s hand is under her shirt, pressed against her bare skin. She moans, quietly - he can’t really hear it, over the music, but he feels the vibration of it against his mouth, and through his chest where she’s pressing against him. Steve is guiding his hand under her shirt, all hot, soft skin, up to rest on the sloping curve of her breast. Her lace bra is thin, and Javi can feel the bud of her nipple under his palm. He moves to sweep his thumb over her nipple, just as Steve squeezes his hand around her, and she breaks away from his kiss with a gasp, her head arching back onto Steve’s shoulder. Javi watches her, dazed, and traces his eyes down her face, her neck, to where Steve’s mouth is resting on her bare shoulder. His teeth settle gently into her skin, making her shiver between them, and when Javi’s eyes finally dare to look up, Steve’s gaze is directed straight at him.

“Take me home,” she tells them, and they turn to obey. Steve takes a detour on the way to the door, stopping at the bar again to order a round of tequila shots for the three of them, which Javier downs gratefully. And then they’re outside, humid night air doing little to cool the flush of Javi’s skin, like a low-grade fever he’ll be nursing all night.

None of this feels real, so he keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop as they walk home. Keeps waiting for Steve to come to his senses and turn around and punch him in the face. But he doesn’t. Javier walks a step behind the two of them, watching Steve’s hand curl possessively around Connie’s waist. She turns back to glance at him with a sunny, mischievous smile and he can’t help but return the grin, shuffling his feet to catch up with them so by the time they reach Steve’s door, he’s able to press up behind her, hips grinding against her ass as his mouth sucks a kiss onto the back of her neck.

Steve opens the door ahead of them and takes a few steps inside before turning back to see them still standing in the doorway, Connie stuck in place and helpless to Javi’s ministrations. His teeth are grazing the back of her neck and one hand is resting on her belly, under her shirt, pressing lightly to hold her to him.

“Jeeeesus,” Steve drawls, shaking his head. “Get inside here.”

They move far enough for Steve to shut the door, and then he crowds up in front of Connie, walking the three of them forward until Javi feels his back hit the wall. The pressure increases when Steve grinds into his wife, pushing close against her, and Javi feels like he can’t breathe for a moment. Her ass is pressed right up to his dick, which is erect and trapped painfully in his tight jeans. Steve is kissing her, hard, and suddenly he thrusts, a preview of what’s to come, and Javi has to bite Connie’s shoulder to muffle his involuntary moan at the sensation.

When they get to the bedroom Steve wastes little time getting Connie naked. He’s almost too fast; Javi thinks he would have liked to see her in her strappy thong and lowcut lace bra for a little longer, at least long enough to really burn the vision into his memory to visit again later. But he can’t complain about the pale, bare skin before him. Steve turns her in his arms, putting her on display for Javi’s heavy gaze. She’s flushed down to her chest, a look of nerves excitement anticipation to match Steve’s earlier expression on her face. Javi fumbles open the buttons on his shirt impatiently, discarding it in a heap on the floor, and moves to stand before her, taking in the tantalizing view of her naked figure.

She raises an eyebrow and she’s teasing him a little bit, hearkening back to that night in her kitchen together, when she says, “So do you think I’m pretty?”

He huffs out a laugh and keeps his eyes on her face as he drops to his knees in front of her, resting his chin lightly on her belly. “Beautiful,” he assures her. He kisses his way across her stomach, taking his time to suck gently at the silky skin along the top of her thigh, stopping himself from marking her up the way he maybe wants to. Finally he nuzzles into the soft thatch of hair between her legs and then, careful not to unbalance her, he pulls her right leg over his shoulder, giving himself the space to bury his face in her pussy.

He’s gratified to discover how wet she is already, and the salty-sweet taste of her reminds him again of kissing her earlier. But this is… It’s consuming his senses in a way that a kiss never could. Her hand is clutching his hair and the soft skin of her inner thigh is pressed against his neck. He inhales her scent and feels her smearing across his mouth and he gives himself over to pleasuring her, shifting on his knees a little to get comfortable and gripping her hip to hold her in place. He teases his tongue over her entrance and then pushes it inside, savoring her taste and the sound of her moan as it reaches his ears.

He fucks her with his tongue for a minute, and then moves back up to circle his tongue around her clit. Above him, Steve murmurs something to her and she laughs lightly. Javi demands her attention back with two fingers thrust into her cunt and her laughter cuts off with a gasp and a moan and he feels her own fingers tighten where she’s gripping his hair.

When she comes, he’s grateful to have Steve behind her bracing against her because her whole body convulses and then goes lax as her orgasm tapers off, and it’s only Steve’s grip that keeps her upright and prevents them both from toppling to the floor. He pulls back, drawing his fingers out of her slowly, and watches Steve gently deposit her on the bed, where she lays panting for breath, one arm thrown over her eyes. “Jesus,” she says finally. “All the blood rushed from my head, I thought I was gonna pass out.” She moves her arm and opens her eyes to look down at Javier where he’s still knelt on the floor. “You’re really good at that.”

He can’t hold back a smirk, and it broadens into a grin when Steve shakes his head in mock annoyance, seemingly unimpressed at how intensely Javi just made his wife come.

Steve is stripping off his clothes and Javi follows his lead, rising to his feet and leaning down to loosen the laces on his boots so he can kick them off and then peel off the tight pair of jeans. He almost groans in relief as his cock is freed from the near-painful pressure it had been confined to.

On the bed, Connie rolls leisurely onto her stomach and Javi climbs up behind her and presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder, letting his hand fall on the curve of her hip. Steve is reaching for something in the drawer of the bedside table, and when he turns around he hands Javi a condom and a small bottle of lubricant.

“Here,” he says. “Get her opened up for you.”

He takes it slow, petting his hand over her ass and lightly rubbing over her with his thumb before he gets to work fingering her open to get her ready for his cock. She’s soft and pliant, relaxed from the orgasm he’s already given her and distracted by Steve, sitting up further on the bed. Javi tries not to be distracted by it himself, half watching in his peripheral vision as Steve guides her mouth onto his cock for a lazy, teasing blowjob. He can tell she’s teasing him because Steve’s hands keep clenching and moving in furtive, aborted movements like he’s holding himself back from pulling her head down onto him. When Javi presses a third finger into her, she pulls off of Steve entirely and buries her face in the crook of his hip, moaning softly and shifting her hips impatiently. She says something, but it’s muffled against Steve’s skin and he tugs lightly at her hair to pull her head up.

“Say it again?”

“Please fuck me,” she says.

He pushes into her, achingly slow, listening to her groan in pleasure and wishing he could see her face. Steve is watching her, taking in her reaction, laser focused on her face. He pushes the hair off her forehead and cups his hand around her cheek.

“You like that?” he asks her, low voice just above a whisper. “You like how he feels inside you?”

She moans, nods, and Javi watches the muscles in Steve’s bicep shift as he clutches at her face a little harder. She clenches tighter around him, briefly, whimpers at the sensation, and he rubs his thumb over her hip, soothing. He’s as still as he can be, three inches inside her and trying to let her adjust. She’s so fucking hot and tight around him he could cry.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she whispers. Her thighs are trembling. His thighs are trembling.

Steve leans around her side and before Javi realizes what he’s doing Steve’s got his hand on his dick, feeling where he’s fucking into her. He stops breathing.

“He’s only halfway into you, baby,” Steve’s telling her, attention still focused on her face.

“Shit, Steve,” Javi mutters. He wants to knock his hand away, or fuck into his grip, anything but endure this careless groping that he knows better than to react to. Steve’s eyes slide to his and a slow smirk appears as he squeezes Javi’s dick and then gently strokes his fingers over him, still talking to Connie, right in her ear.

“You want more, babe? You think you can take his whole dick inside your ass?”

She moans and nods again and wriggles her hips back and Steve pulls at his cock, making Javi choke back a groan as he pushes further inside her, obliging. Connie keens but she opens up for him, and Steve finally, finally pulls his hand away, stroking it back up her side and cupping her face again and leaning down to kiss her deeply as Javi bottoms out.

“Ohhh, God,” she moans, shifting her hips again to spread her legs a little wider. Like she’s trying to make room for him. Her asshole is stretched taut around his dick and he rubs his thumb right there, where their bodies meet. She whimpers and pulls away, overstimulated, and he matches her movement, pulling out of her a few inches, gentle and slow. He clenches his teeth, feeling the tug of her ass clutching tight around him. He finds the bottle of lube where he’d discarded it on the bed and applies a little more before he presses into her again, and the extra slick combined with her time to adjust to him makes it an easier slide this time. She feels made for him, molded to fit him exactly, and they groan in sync this time as she takes him inside her.

As Javi starts to rock into her, finding his rhythm, Steve pulls back from their kiss and looks up at her, cupping her face tenderly.

“That’s my girl,” he tells her, praising. “Look at you, taking him so well. Tell me how he feels.”

Javier’s hips snap forward harder than he intends and Connie cries out, digging her fingers into Steve’s arm. “It’s - good, he feels so good.” A mewling whine escapes her when he starts to fuck her faster. “Big,” she adds breathlessly.

“Shit,” Steve mutters. His eyes flutter closed for a second, his face tensing momentarily. Then he taps at Connie’s knee, nudging her. “Let me…”

Javi slows to a halt, carefully moving with her as she lifts her right leg to make room for Steve to slide underneath them so they’re both straddling his legs. Connie’s thighs are forced to stretch a little wider and the change in angle makes Javi feel like he’s pressed inside her even deeper than before. The heat radiating from Steve’s body between his legs is fiery hot and every time that hot skin touches his inner thighs, it’s like he’s being branded.

Steve is murmuring something to her that Javi can’t make out. It’s strange, feeling like he’s intruding on an intimate moment when he’s the one buried inside her. He shifts, just reminding her he’s there, and she moans and rocks back against him. He starts back up moving in a slow pace.

“You still want both of us, baby?” Steve asks her. He’s stroking his hands over her tenderly, coming to rest at her waist, and then one of them disappears under her and she lets out a choked sound of pleasure when he touches her.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Say it, honey. Tell me what you want.”

“I want - I want both of you inside me.” She arches her back. Her voice is pleading now. “You and Javi.”

“Me and Javi,” Steve repeats. He catches Javier’s eyes over her shoulder, his usually lazy hooded gaze sharp and focused with desire. Then his eyes slide back to her face and he gives her a soft smile. “Well, baby girl, tonight’s your lucky night. We’re gonna give you exactly what you want.”

It’s cheesy, and Javi almost laughs, but then Steve is tugging Connie’s hips forward to get her in place and he pushes inside her cunt and Javi can feel him, can feel the drag of Steve’s cock against his through the thin place separating them inside her body, can feel how she goes even tighter accommodating them both. He feels lightheaded and he wonders how she feels, if it’s painful or too much or just impossibly good, being filled up like this. She’s gone silent, trembling under him, and it’s only when Steve murmurs, “Breathe, honey,” that Javi realizes she’s holding her breath.

He draws out of her partway, feeling Steve slide in deeper in his place, and she gasps for air and cries out at the sensation as they begin to move inside her. And then she doesn’t stop making noise, a litany of oh shit, shit, shit, fuck, oh my god, oh my GOD, until she can’t form words anymore and her moans shift and turn into a staccato ah-ah-ah, like it’s being punched out of her.

Under them, Steve’s face is crumpled, almost pained. He’s biting his lip so hard the skin is turning pale and his eyes keep shifting between Connie and Javier, like he doesn’t know where to focus. Like he’s overwhelmed by them.

Javi is overwhelmed, too, by how good she feels, but he forces his mind to quiet by cataloguing every moment, every sensation - the slick feel of sweat between their thighs, the heat of Connie’s smooth skin against the front of his legs and under his hands where he’s gripping her hips, the wet sound of their dicks thrusting into her, the rhythm of it, of their panting breaths, the sound of her moans. He clocks the little tattoo on Connie’s shoulder, a pretty pink rose, and how her fingertips curl into Steve’s biceps, marking his pale skin with her nails. He wishes she would mark him up too, scratch his skin or bite his neck, give him something lasting that he can look at tomorrow to prove this really happened.

“Are you gonna—“ Steve is panting, can’t catch his breath enough to finish his sentence at first. He groans and thrusts up into her, deep, out of control, and settles his eyes back on Connie. “Are you gonna come for us, baby?”

She doesn’t say anything, just drops her head forward and keens, and Javi wants to—he needs to touch her, he needs to be pressed against her suddenly. He hauls her body up against his, pressing her back to his chest, feeling her warmth along the whole length of his body, head to toe. He wraps his arms around her torso, under her breasts, where her skin is so soft, and buries his head against her neck.

“Connie,” he says. His voice is so rough it almost hurts his throat to speak. Steve’s breath hitches and when Javi looks down at him he’s watching them with this dazed expression on his face, all wonder and awe and that pleasure-pain he’s been wearing ever since he got his cock inside her. Javi waits for him to meet his eyes directly and then he presses his mouth up to Connie’s ear, bites gently at her earlobe, and says, “Are you gonna come for us, honey?”

She nods deliriously against his shoulder, reaching back to grip his thigh with her left hand so he finally gets to feel her nails on his skin. “Yes, yes, I’m almost—” she starts, and he slides his hand down her stomach to rub his fingers over her clit and she cries out, shaking in his arms as she comes. Her thighs draw together, knees lifting off the bed so their bodies are the only things holding her up, and she sobs through it and breaks the skin on his leg and it hurts, she goes so tight pulsing around his cock it’s painful and he can’t move so he holds her secure in his arms and rocks with her, trying to soothe her through it. “Good girl,” he whispers, pressing his lips in soft kisses against her neck. “Good, you’re so good.”

Steve is open-mouthed and wide-eyed under them, shifting desperately and scrabbling to pull Connie out of Javi’s arms and down to collapse onto him so he can kiss her as he thrusts up into her, one, two, three more times and then comes with a deep groan, letting her mouth slip away again when his head tilts back and his body goes taut with pleasure.

The two of them are all fucked out beneath him, mini tremors of orgasm still rippling through them both as they catch their breath. Steve’s eyes are closed and Connie’s face is buried against his shoulder, her arms tucked down to cling around him, and they look so sweet like this, so young and in love that Javi mindlessly wishes for a second that he had a camera to capture the moment. Like he’s got a scrapbook he could tuck this polaroid into.

He’s still hard and wanting so he lowers himself gingerly onto his forearms and starts fucking into her again, but immediately Steve hisses and grips his arm to stop him. Oversensitive to the movement, rubbing up against him where he’s still inside her. Javi waits, giving Steve time to slowly pull out, and Connie sighs and shifts her hips up a little, all relaxed and opened up for him now, letting him fuck in deep again, a luxury to have her body back all to himself. She hums quietly against Steve’s skin as he picks up the pace, feeling the heat building in his gut, in his spine, pulses of electricity starting to buzz through his nerves. He wishes he could kiss her, so he tucks his head down and closes his eyes and kisses her shoulder again. And then he feels hot breath on his cheek and he realizes—he doesn’t let himself think about it, doesn’t open his eyes, but he turns his head just an inch and his lips brush over Steve’s. And he still doesn’t let himself think about it as the pressure builds inside him, as he picks up the pace fucking into Connie and deepens the kiss to stroke his tongue against Steve’s, and he goes lightheaded as he comes like that, muffled against Steve’s mouth, fingers gripping empty in the bedsheets, cock buried deep in Connie’s ass, making her shiver, pressed tight between them.

They don’t talk about it, when they get back into the office on Monday. But he still feels Steve’s eyes heavy on him when he thinks Javi’s not looking, and he still keeps pressing his fingers against the achy, bruised spot on his thigh where Connie had dug her nails into him.

And he still doesn’t let himself think about it.

(ETA: this fic has a sequel - Right Where You Want Me To Be)

#my fic #fanfiction #narcos #narcos fanfiction #javier peña #javier x steve x connie #pedro pascal #boyd holbrook

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