#and i don't want to be taking a painkiller on an empty stomach.

[non-un-topo]

On today's agenda: Preparing for a long commute and class without a break tonight while my back is already causing me 7/10 pain.

[caffeinateddino]

I love how everyone headcanon Levi Ackerman as the acts of service type of man

Levi is the type of man who'd show his affection silently. you wouldn't hear it much from him, but you'd always be sure that he loves you without needing to question it further

Levi Ackerman is the type of man who'd make sure you take care off your hygiene. you'd take baths together, when you both were done, he'd dry you up himself. don't worry about him being harsh though, he'd be so gentle like he's dusting ceramic set

Levi Ackerman is the type of man who'd take care of your health as well. you're sick?? oh no! no worries, you got levi ackerman who'd make you a good bowl of soup. you don't like THAT soup? he'd find another recipe, no complaints. fever? bowl of vinegar water and his concerned face would be next to you, wiping your forehead with the damp cloth each five minutes

Levi Ackerman is the type of man who knows enough for each different situation. you're on your period and it hurts? this mf knows how to reduce the pain better than you. he's placing the heatingpad under your feet because placing it over your stomach might hurt 'your ovaries'. He's bringing you the painkiller, because he knows you're not taking them to "gain pain tolerance" lmao

Levi Ackerman is the type of man who'd change with his lover. he's sleeping next to you. he doesn't have insomnia anymore- somehow you took it all from him. no nightmares, no sleeping on chair, no waking up in the middle of night. he's getting deep, long rests when you're next to him

Levi Ackerman is the type of man who'd take you out for simple coffee (or rahther tea) dates, nice dinners, theater, bookstores. he's the type of man who'd drive for 7 hours to see you

Levi Ackerman is the type of man who'd know your tea/coffee order by heart. if he had his dream teashop, after a while, his first sentence to his beautiful customer, you, would be "good morning, the regular?"

Levi Ackerman is the type of man who's into serving even in bed. you wanna be the dom? he's the sub then. you want him to be the dom? he's the dom. whatever you're into, this man is into it as well

Levi Ackerman is the type of man murmuring empty threats when you complain about stuff. you know he wouldn't do what he says

Levi Ackerman is the type of man i wanna marry for sure

[cloudzoro]

Painkiller | Roronoa Zoro ♡

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genre: comfort, smut (minors dni)

pairings: roronoa zoro x fem reader

wc: 1.6k (short and sweet)

cw: established relationship, comfort sex, cunnilingus, squirting, spitting, dacryphilia, unpredicted sex, size kink, soft sex, soft!dom zoro, he's slightly ooc in this one :/ but soft comfort sex with zoro :)

♡ masterlist ♡

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You don't mean to hold your emotions back; you know it's terrible for you, but you can't help it. The thought of opening up makes you want to vomit. It frustrates you to no end that you've ended up with the most emotionally intelligent and observant group of friends you could have. Since you woke up in the morning, you've been asked over and over again what's wrong.

The real question is, what isn't wrong

The limits of your stress levels are being tested to the fullest. You've been losing concentration during training and workouts, the plans you make keep going wrong, you mess up during a fight and almost got Zoro killed, and you've had to play referee during an argument between Nami and Usopp. What was once just minor irritation is slowly building up to something much more destructive. It's starting to show both in your face and body language. Despite everyone's insistence that you tell them what's wrong, your boyfriend Zoro understands you better. He knows that you're agitated, but instead of pushing you to open up, he knows how to help you.

Zoro notices the way your hands shake as you pick at the food Sanji has made you. Sanji only takes it slightly personally when you don't finish the meal. He can tell there's something deeper going on. Zoro follows you out of the dining hall and into your room. He doesn't speak, and you don't acknowledge him until you're both sitting on the bed. He pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him. He quietly holds you as you cry into the crook of his neck. His palms apply comforting pressure to your hips and he rubs his thumbs over your skin. He doesn't ask the reason for your tears; he's been around you all week and seen all the problems. You calm yourself down and shift on his lap. Though you've calmed down, thoughts still cloud your head, and there's only one method guaranteed to empty your head.

“Zoro”, you whine, grinding down on his lap. “make me feel good?” you ask, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back, much softer than usual.

“You sure?” he asks, pulling back to assess you. You nod, slowly dragging your hips over his crotch.

“It's the first step towards feeling better, and I think I could use a distraction. There's no bigger distraction than your cock ” you say, leaning forward to kiss him again. Zoro laughs, glad to see you feeling better, and closes the gap between you. He’d never say no to you. He wraps his arms around you and guides you down to lie on your back.

“Don't you worry, baby, I'll make it all go away” he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. He carefully undresses you, leaving wet kisses on your skin with every article of clothing removed. He's abnormally soft with you, still wary of your heightened emotions. When you're stripped completely naked, Zoro stops to admire you. His hands trace down your body and spread open your legs. The sight of your pussy makes his cock twitch. He shuffles down so he's flat on his stomach and licks at your drooling cunt. He groans at your taste as he buries his face in your pussy and suctions his lips around your clit. You reach down to grab his hair, back arching off the bed at how good his mouth feels. He's aggressive as he eats you out, determined to empty your head of all thoughts except the desire to cum.

It doesn't take you long to cum. You try to clamp your legs shut, but Zoro's strong hands hold your legs apart as he licks you through your high. He gives you a second to breathe as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Then, within seconds, his mouth is back on you, making you moan out. Usually, knowing the others are on board, you'd keep it down but you just can't find it in you to be quiet. Not when your boyfriend is spitting on you and eating you out like a starved man. He pushes his slicked-up fingers inside of you, curling them to reach the right spot. He knows he's doing it right when you suddenly shout his name, writing in his grasp, and his non-occupied hand holds you in place for him.

“Is that it, baby?” he asks despite already knowing the answer. He waits for your frantic nodding before leaning back in to continue eating you out. He's laser-focused on making you cum. You're too wound up, and you find yourself on the edge of an orgasm quicker than you ever have been before. There's something different in this one; you can feel a tingling in your lower stomach and tears well up in your eyes as the intense feeling begins to take over. You cry out as he works you closer and closer to an orgasm. “You going to cum again? Pretty girl. It's ok. I got you, just let go.”

Hearing I've got you is so different to hearing I love you. Coming from a man like Zoro, it means the world to hear. The tears roll down your cheeks as you cum. Your orgasm completely wrecks you and leaves you shaking and trembling into the sheets as you gush into Zoro's mouth. You don't have time to be embarrassed about the fact you're squirting or about how quickly you came with the way he greedily accepts everything you give to him. He leans back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That feel good for you, angel?” He likes to call you angel, it's a perfect dichotomy to his own demonic reputation, and you really do look angelic in your blissed-out state. He leans down to kitten lick at your tear tracks.

“I want more”, you whine, pulling at his shirt, which he happily takes off for you. Your nails dig into his skin as you pull him down to kiss you. His tongue presses into your mouth as he reaches down to undo his trousers. He pulls away to take a breath and kicks off the rest of his clothes.

“What'd you want? you gotta use your words. Or have I already fucked you senseless?” His voice has you in a chokehold, and you have no choice but to respond.

“I want your cock Zoro, please” you beg. Though Zoro enjoys all the ridiculous pet names, there's nothing that satisfies him more than hearing his name from your mouth. He gives you a smile worthy of a demon and leans over your body. He lines his cock up with your hole and teases his tip into your hole, making you cry out in frustration. “Zoro, please don't tease me” you whimper.

“Don't you worry, baby, I'll make you all better”, he coos. There's a teasing edge to his words, but there's no maliciousness or condescension. He really does intend to take care of you. He pushes his cock into your hole, and he's so big that you struggle at first. He attempts to soothe you, grunting praises through his clenched teeth and rubbing your skin. The way your cunt stretches to take him makes both of you moan into each other's mouths. His kiss feels natural as his lips move comfortably over yours. You've kissed each other a thousand times, and each time reminds you of why you gave your heart to him in the first place. Your pussy clenches around him, and he pulls back from the kiss to examine your face.

“Please move,” you say, words coming out breathy as you can barely form a coherent sentence. Zoro nods, adjusting himself to lean on his forearms so he can adequately thrust into you. His thrust gets heavier as you moan and babble about how good he feels. “Fuck, feels too good. ‘s too much.” You say, clawing at his back.

“yeah? Am I too big for you, pretty girl?” He's big, he's so fucking big, and it drives you crazy. His body over yours is like a comforting blanket to you as he bullies his cock into you. The dazed look in your eyes,, as tears start to fall lets Zoro know that he's finally achieved his true goal of emptying your pretty head. He knows you feel better now. He adjusts his position slightly, gripping the sheets on either side of your head as he fucks you down into the mattress.

Your whole body shakes as your orgasm crashes over you like a rough sea. Zoro infiltrates all five of your senses, and all you can do is call his name as you writhe in his grasp. You can hear his voice, but you can't focus on what he's saying as your ears are ringing with the intensity of your orgasm. He cums soon after you, and you feel him release inside you. You whimper as he fills you up with his cum. You cling to him as much as you can as exhaustion catches up. When the aftershocks of your orgasm cool down, you gaze up at your boyfriend.

“How're you feeling?” he asks, catching his breath.

“good” is all you can manage as he pulls out of you. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you adjust to the empty feeling. He smiles, a genuine smile, as his head buries itself in your neck. He presses several soft kisses to your skin. He's glad he's helped you, even if your release is temporary. He reaches for the pack of tissues on the bedside table to briefly clean you. He moves to lie down beside you and pulls you down on top of his chest. You fall asleep almost instantly. All the energy has been sucked out of you, and all you need is a refreshing nap.

“Get some rest, baby. I'll be here.”

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[cc--2224]

Asking For Help

Pairing: Platonic Tech & F!Reader

Summary: You decide to stay in bed to deal with the pain you're experiencing. The Batch notices and sends Tech to check on you.

Warnings: Reader kind of described as AFAB as fic deals with period pain. But other than that, pure fluff! It can 100% be platonic.

Word Count: 918

Notes: Does the Bad Batch understand anatomy? Probably. Was it more fun to make them panic? Absolutely. I mostly wrote this for me as I took the day off work for this exact reason 😂 no real proofreading.

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added!

Masterlist

The Marauder's cockpit seemed weirdly empty without you, and everyone noticed your absence. You hadn't been with Clone Force 99 for very long, but when you spend all your time with the same people for four months, they start to worry when you're not being as social as you normally would.

"Where is she?" Hunter finally asked, looking at the empty seat you normally occupied.

Wrecker shrugged, "I tried calling her this morning for breakfast but she didn't leave her room."

"Is it not obvious?" Tech asked, eyes not leaving his datapad. "She exhibits this behaviour roughly around the same time each month."

He thought he was giving everyone the answer, but their confused faces told him that he wasn't.

"She is mostly likely menstruating."

"In Common, Tech." Wrecker said.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, "She's on her period. It's not the end of the world."

Eyes turned back to Tech for an explanation, and he sighed.

"Do none of you pay attention to the anatomy manuals? People who are biologically female go through this process nearly every month. Their body prepares itself for an egg to be fertilized, but when it is not, it begins to shed the excess in the form of blood and uterine lining. Typically resulting in side effects such as; mood swings, pelvic cramps, lower back pain, and headaches to name a few."

Wrecker looked shocked, "And they do this every month? That sounds painful."

Tech shrugged, "I couldn't say, from my understanding, each person reacts differently."

"Shouldn't we check on her? Make sure she's okay?" Hunter asked.

"She does it every month with or without us, I don't see how now is any different." Crosshair pointed out.

"Yeah but, we're her friends, we should help if we can."

Wrecker looked back to Tech, "You know the most about it, you go see if she's okay."

Expectant looks all pointed in Tech's direction and he shook his head. "Fine, I suppose I could inquire after her."

Truthfully, Tech was also concerned for you, even though he had a vague understanding of what was going on. He found your presence soothing, and the Marauder seemed more cheerful with you around. And it was his nature to want to solve any problems that arose, so he wanted the chance to do that now.

He got up from his seat and walked toward the refresher to look for a hot compress and some painkillers so that he might actually be of assistance before cautiously walking toward your room.

He knocked quietly.

"...Yeah?" You croaked from inside the room.

"It's Tech, may I come in?"

You didn't answer immediately but then after a few seconds you spoke, "Door's unlocked."

He pressed the button to open the door before stepping in and letting it close behind him. He frowned slightly when he was you curled up on your bunk with your arms around your stomach.

"I take it I was correct then, you are menstruating."

"Yeah." You replied a little too harshly. "Did you need something?"

"It appears your absence went quite noticed this morning and the others are worried about you."

"So they sent you to check on me?"

He adjusted his goggles, "Well, even though I had suspected what the issue was, I suppose I was also worried."

You didn't say anything, but you moved slowly, creating room for him to sit down on your bunk, he sat on the edge.

"I have brought you a compress and painkillers, if you are interested. I have heard they help to alleviate any cramping and pain associated with it." He handed both to you.

You smiled at his gesture and took the painkillers first. "Thank you," you swallowed two of them down with water from the canteen beside your bunk, then you took the heat compress and hugged it to your stomach.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked, looking down at you.

You looked at him then looked at your pillow and shook your head.

"Very well, I will check up on you later then." He announced before standing up and walking toward the door.

"Wait.." You called out. He turned to look at you. "Can you stay.. with me?"

His expression went from surprised to a gentle smile, and he nodded. "Of course."

He walked back over to your bunk and returned to his seat on the edge.

"Can we- er... Can you hold me?" You asked, so quietly that he thought he might have misheard you.

"You'd like me to hold you?" He repeated.

His need for clarification caused blood to rise to your face in embarrassment.

"If-if that's okay, actually, nevermind I-"

But before you could finish your rambling, Tech crawled into the bunk next to you, holding you so your back was firm against his chest.

You sighed into him and closed your eyes as he began drawing idle shapes on the skin of your shoulder.

"Thank you, Tech." You repeated.

"You are welcome, but your gratitude is unwarranted. We are your friends, we want to help you. Anytime you need us, you do not need to be afraid to ask for help, no matter what ails you.”

You smiled once more. With the heat both from the compress and Tech pressed against you and the painkillers beginning to kick in, you felt yourself finally begin to drift off to sleep. Despite his protests, you were truly grateful to have friends who cared about you, no matter what was going on.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Three Minutes (18+)

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Set in the A Cut Above The Rest universe, because I was missing them. I really want to write some more, smaller one-shots for this series about some of the milestones in their relationship, but until now, have this!

Word Count:2,098

Warnings:Unplanned Pregnancy, mentions of illness/being sick, little bit of smut, unprotected sex, Eddie being a two-pump chump (but we love him anyway), fluff. I think that's it for warnings, but if you want something tagged, don't hesistate to shoot me a message.

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Waking up feeling the same as you had going to sleep the night before was not how you wanted your day to go. The previous night you had gone to bed earlier than usual, your body tired from being on your feet all day, and a headache from the radio playing the same songs on repeat in the salon. Not to mention you had been feeling really sick all evening, that even eating dinner had been a struggle that night, to the point where Eddie had very graciously held your hair back whilst you emptied the contents of your stomach down the toilet. 

After very kindly bringing you some painkillers and a glass of water to wash them down, Eddie held you close in his arms all night, laying soft kisses against your forehead as you drifted off to sleep. 

Waking up to your boyfriend already half-dressed in his work's dark, grease-stained coveralls, a white tank top underneath, whilst the suit was unbuttoned and the arms of the sleeves were tied around his waist. The scent of coffee drifted in as he made his way over to where you were still very much cocooned under the duvet.

“Figured you might want this.” He says holding out the steaming hot mug, as you begin to unravel yourself from your bed sheets to sit up and take it off his hands.

“Thanks Teddy,” you smile weary as you take a sip before setting the mug on the bedside table, “Suppose I better start getting dressed or I’m going to be late for work.” you huff as you start to fling the sheets off your body.

“Ah ah ah, oh no you don’t.” Eddie shushes, as he gently eased you back into bed. “I called the salon, I told Madison you weren’t feeling too hot, and now boom! You’ve got yourself the day off!” 

“Eddie!!” you cry but he’s quick to silence your worries with a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t worry about it, she told me that Naomi could cover your appointments, and you’re clearly not well enough to be on your feet all day.”

“I’ll have to give Naomi a bunch of flowers when I see her, I was supposed to be doing Mrs. Truman’s hair today, and you know how much of a nightmare client she can be.” 

“..But you don’t need to worry about that for now,” Eddie assures you, picking up the mug from the bedside table and handing it to you once more. “I just need you to focus on feeling better.”

You roll your eyes at him, as you take a sip from your coffee.

“Yes, Doctor Munson.” you begrudgingly agree.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear. I’ve got to head down to the garage for a few hours, but I’ll try to get home early today. Don’t do anything crazy today okay? I love you.” and with a final kiss pressed to your lips, he was out the door.

You allowed yourself the time to finish your coffee in bed before deciding to get up. Throwing on one of Eddie’s old Black Sabbath shirts, because wearing it was like being hugged by Eddie, the all too warm and familiar smokey scent of his cologne clinging to the fabric .

Deciding that one solitary cup of coffee was not a substantial enough meal for yourself, you head off into your small apartment's kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. A few slices of bread are popped into the toaster and sure enough as they pop they are then promptly spread with a quickly melting layer of butter.

However, no sooner than the two pieces of hot toast are eaten is it before you are rushing to the bathroom once more, bending over the porcelain of the toilet, only for your breakfast to make an appearance for the second time this morning. The bitter taste of bile burning in your throat as you stand up, flushing away the evidence with a groan.

You reach for your toothbrush in the cup on the counter next to the sink, smiling to yourself for a moment at how domestic you and Eddie had become in the short few months of you two moving in with each other. You vigorously brush your teeth, in a desperate attempt to rid your taste buds of the vile taste stinging the back of your throat, before rinsing your mouth with a swill of mouthwash.

It’s only when you look up, that your eyes land on the small hamper of pads that you keep in the bathroom, that you suddenly realise that you don’t actually remember getting your period last month, and suddenly everything feels way too overwhelming. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant, right?

As your reflection stares back at you in the mirror your thoughts rush back to the annual Harrington Halloween party…

With enough alcohol in your system to make you gleefully giggly, and Eddie wearing the same rogue pirate costume that he wears to every single one of Steve’s Halloween parties, you let him tug you by the hand away from the hubbub of chatter coming from all the other party-goers.

“C’mon, they won’t even notice that we’re gone.” he purrs nosing into your neck with soft kisses. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night with this fucking costume too y’know?”

Truth be told, that was the plan with your choice of Halloween costume all along. A matching bright yellow plaid outfit, with a skirt that was just short enough to enticingly flounce around your thighs. White thigh-high stockings and white kitten heels complete your costume, a near perfect recreation of Alicia Silverstone’s costume.

He leads you upstairs, away from the party, away from where the music pounds from the stereo below.

He takes you down the hallway, checking to see if the coast was clear before ushering you into the Harrington’s master bathroom. Locking the door behind him he all but pounces on you. His lips colliding with yours in a sloppy clash of tongues eagerly sweeping into your mouth, tasting the sweet mix of alcohol and fruit punch. His strong arms easily pick you up and sit you on the ledge of the bathroom counter, your legs wrapping around his narrow hips desperately trying to draw him closer to you.

HIs wandering hands creep down your body, roaming underneath your skirt, whilst your fingers unbutton the few buttons holding your yellow cardigan together. You were just about to slip off the offending item of clothing when Eddie voices his protests.

“No, no, leave it on, you look so fuckin’ sexy” he growls against your lips.

Your own hands wander down between your bodies, and sure enough there’s the insistent bulge pressing eagerly against the fabric of his tight dark denim jeans.

Eddie shudders with anticipation as your nimble fingers drag down the zipper of his jeans, before digging into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers. His ruddy cock surges forward, the tip already glistening wet underneath the dim bathroom lighting.

“Don’t think I’m gonna last very long this time, Sweetheart.” He murmurs as he hooks your panties to the side and his fingers skate across your folds, slippery arousal coating his fingertips. “I promise I'll make it up to you later, I just gotta have you right now.”

And in one swift push of his hips, he fills you to the brim with every inch of him. Hips drawing back enough with a shallow thrust before angling back towards you again and again.

Your heels are digging into his back, as his thrusts get sloppier, eager to chase his high.

And when he feels your tight heat clenching down on his throbbing cock, he’s done for, muffling his moans in a deep kiss pressed to your lips as his hips stutter out his release, spilling rope after rope deep inside you.

The bright fluorescent lights glare down on you from above as you stand in the ‘health and beauty’ section of Melvald’s general store.

You were thankful that today it seems pretty quiet, and as far as you can see, you’re the only customer in the store. 

It always sounded like an exciting thing to do with your partner, heading to the store, buying a pregnancy test, and waiting together to find out the results.

But here you were, by yourself, buying a can of orange soda and a pack of Oreos to make buying a pregnancy test seem less conspicuous.

With your items in hand you make your way over to the cash register.

Fuck. Joyce is working here today. 

“Just these items please.” you say as calmly as you can as Joyce begins to scan all three of your purchases. She gives you a knowing smile when she scans the pregnancy test catching your nervous features.

“Don’t worry your secret's safe with me. I hope you get the results you want, either way.” she says reassuringly, putting your items in a small plastic bag

You hand over the money and take the bag from her with a nod and a small smile.

Three minutes.

That’s how long the instructions had said it would take before you had your results. 

But three minutes suddenly felt like an eternity when you were waiting for potentially life-changing news. Three minutes was enough time to have your mind spinning with all the thoughts that came with taking a pregnancy test.

You hadn’t even really thought about what you would do if the result turned out to be positive. Did you want kids? Eventually yes, but it wasn’t something that you had planned as soon as now. Did Eddie want kids? You’d never talked about this with him, so whatever he thought about this was a mystery to you.

 Just as your thoughts spiral there’s the sound of Eddie unlocking the door and letting himself into the apartment.

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out cheerfully. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom.” you call out to him.

He knocks on the closed door of the bathroom with a cheery knock.

“You alright in there, Sweetheart? Can I come in?”

You tell him to come in and the door swings open, he sees you ducked down with your head in your hands, and soft sobs shudder your body.

Worry fills his chest immediately as he’s quick to rush over and wrap his arms around you.

“Sweetheart what’s going on? Are you okay? Talk to me, please.”  he asks with a shaky voice as he tries to tilt your face to look towards him.

Opening up your hand you reveal the pregnancy test to him.

Something akin to shocked, and scared pulls at his features, his big brown eyes unblinking nervously. 

“I-is this real?” Eddie manages to stutter out with a suddenly very dry mouth.

“I haven’t looked at it yet, I’m too scared too.”

“Do you wanna look at it together?” He offers, taking your shaking hands in his.

You nod and as you turn over the test in your hands there it is, clear as day, two little pink lines.

“Is that…are you..Are we having a baby?” Eddie asks softly, his voice full of emotions.

You didn't trust your voice not to crack so you give him a silent nod of your head, and as soon as you see how excited he looks you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy. The tears start to flow freely from your eyes. 

“We’re having a baby..” you breathe. “We’re having a baby!” you repeat, with giddy enthusiasm as the fact of the matter starts to sink in.

He’s quick to pick you up in his strong arms and whirl you around in a tight hug.

“Oh Sweetheart, this is the best news ever!” he babbles with a peck to your lips. 

He settles you down on your feet, and his big brown eyes flicker down to your stomach as if asking for your permission. 

“It’s okay, go ahead.” you smile.

He kneels down gently placing his work-hardened hand on your stomach.

“Hi baby! It’s your daddy here, I know your mommy and I have only just found out about your existence, but we’re both very excited to meet you.”

“You know the baby’s probably only the size of a grape right now.”

“I just want them to know how much I love them already.”

You rake your fingers through his dark curls as he rests his head gently against your stomach, smiling to yourself when you hear him let out a small contented sigh.

“Baby steps, Teddy. Baby steps.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @mrsjellymunson @eddiesxangel

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[syoddeye]

from: housekeeper anon

I can't believe we were both thinking of mean edging from price at the same time. ugh great minds and what not.

kind of frothing at the mouth at price being all "babies need loving parents" (can you imagine how absolutely feral he would be if reader actually said she loved him unprompted?? like "ily" slips out on accident then suddenly she's bent over the nearest surface djsksk)

anywaysssss love you love you love you aghhh

hi friend. sorry for the delay! yeah, no, i can imagine reader slipping up and murmuring i love you as a more of an offhand remark than an actual declaration. i took this in a direction that may not be for you. my bad. 560ish words.

tags: noncon, period sex, graphic descriptions of period related pain, blood

it's a complete accident. a polite nothing she murmurs after emptying a shopping bag full of last-minute necessities. between john's ritualistic, rough fucking he insists on at least twice daily and scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees, the brutal onset of cramps from her period could not have worse timing.

pain radiates down her thighs to her knees as if splintering her patellae. eating through the cartilage, then licking up her femurs for good measure. the kind of pain where she wishes to take a melon baller to her own organs and scoop.

(she explained it to john in as disgusting terms as possible, begging him for supplies this time around. for him to just lock her in the closet and run out to grab whatever was on hand at the nearest store. to her shock, he did. all that scrubbing must've softened him up.)

it's a courtesy, recited without thinking when he brings back chocolate, painkillers, a heating pad, tampons, pads—a tired, anguished i love you grumbled while holding her stomach, uttered in one of her weakest moments.

she doesn't realize what she's done until he bullies her into the kitchen corner, breath hot on her face when he tells her to say it again. he's made her say it before, but she's never said it unless under duress. universes start and end in the three seconds she does the math and forces herself to repeat it.

it's a miracle he lets her out of the kitchen unfucked.

john sends her to wash up. tells her to take her time—something he never allows. in the shower, she hears him traveling the hall several times over. hurried, thunking footsteps wearing a path from the kitchen to the bedroom. the paracetamol and shower help ease the pain, but all she can think of is what awaits. of her mistake.

he pops into the bathroom once. makes a show of grabbing towels.

her knees nearly fail. of course. of course, he wants to fuck after accidentally saying i love you. period be damned.

she doesn't get out until she's pruney, but wrinkled fingertips don't deter john. neither does the watery blood he finds between her legs. not the man who kills people for a living.

say it again, he asks, in a voice she thinks might be as soft as he manage. c'mon, sweetheart. he grits out, feeding his cock into her cunt. mesmerized by the extra warmth and color. she relents, hoping it'll speed things along.

it's disgustingly loud and sensitive, and she's apoplectic when she comes twice on his cock. his fingers are slippery over her clit, sticky and tacky. his body weight heavy as it presses down on her, grinding. he hisses in her ear, say it. tell me, c'mon, fuckin' say it.

her ears ring from the guttural groan those three stupid words unleash. if she comes a third time, she scarcely feels it, disassociating while he's distracted.

she comes back to her body as it's being kissed and stroked. her husband's soft, soaked in gore, resting on her hip as he half-spoons her. he whispers. little susurrations. knew you'd say it f'me. love you so much, sweetheart.

the worst part, she realizes when he rises to tenderly clean her, cooing and chuckling at the murder scene between her legs, is that her cramps are gone.

[milkmissiles]

Mha boys when you have a stomach ache

(Because I am currently in excruciating pain lol)

Fluff. Literally just comfort and fluff. A little bit of implied spice.

Character index: denki, bakugou, shouto, kirishima x GN reader

Denki

This bitch would be so dramatic.

He would ask you all the questions.. like for someone who isn't book smart at all he sure does know a shit ton of symptoms.

Please humor him though he just wants to make sure your not dying.

I mean waking up in the middle of the night to see you curled up in a ball, tears rolling down your face, and your entire body tense and shaking is definitely a terrifying site for this poor boy..

But once you convince him you actually are not on deaths door, he will calm down a bit. He's still freaked the fuck out and absolutely has no idea what he's supposed to do but he will try his best.

He will hold you close all night, rubbing small circles into your stomach to distract you, if it's really bad he might give you some little shocks to distract you more.

In the morning, he'll run you a hot bath, helping you get in. But he won't leave you to your bath without saying something like, "Aren't you gonna be lonely in there without me? Y'know I could totally join you~"

He really likes to test his luck...

But once you shoot him a bit of a glare, indicating you are definitely not in the mood with the pain and all. He will leave you to it.

Although you have to admit baths are a lot more boring without him around...

Bakugou

He would somehow find a way to get mad at you?

Like bakugou wakes up to see you like dying on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position, and his first thought is to scold the absolute shit out of you...

"What the hell's up with you? Why are you curled up like that on the floor? You're gonna give yourself a headache if you sleep without head support idiot! Get back on the bed right now you stupid fuck!!"

He literally drags you back into bed by you collar before storming out of the room. He comes back with an advil, a glass of water and a snack and pretty much stuffs your face with them.

"You have a stomach ache, huh? Well, maybe you shouldn't have eaten that piece of toast you dropped on the floor!! I swear if you didn't have me you'd be dead! How stupid do you have to be to get yourself sick like this huh?? Huh?!"

He would say all this while stuffing a pain killer down your throat and force feeding you a granola bar...

"C'mon eat. You can't take advil on an empty stomach dumbass! Get it together you should know this!"

Once he's done scolding you, he'll huff, laying back down on the bed. Positioning himself so he's spooning you. One of his hands on your stomach, the other in-between your thighs. Turning himself into your own personal heat pack.

He'll make sure you get to sleep before he let's himself fall back asleep.

In the morning, he'll make you breakfast, your favorite breakfast in fact. The whole time grumbling about how its your fault he got no sleep last night. Shoving a plate of beautifully cooked food infront of you...

As pissed as he makes you think he is, he really was worried about you.

Shouto

As cold as the people who don't know him think he is. You know him well enough to know he's a huge softy.

He would immediately ask of your ok. Rubbing your back gently. He doesn't even skip a beat when he sees you curled up in child's pose on your shared bed, your breath sharp and unsteady.

Asks you if you need need anything, and when you respond with a sad sounding "sleep," He smiles softly at you. Thinking you look kinda cute like this..

After he gives himself a moment to figure out what you need, he'll go to your medicine cabinet and get you a painkiller. He'll pour you a glass of water and light a sented candle for extra relaxation. He is determined to get you some sleep.

He will pet your hair softly, speaking to you with the gentlest tone.

"Hey, y/n... can you sit up for me, please? I got you a painkiller, but you need to sit up to take it...*

He would help you up, giving you the pill and the water. He would help you lay back down. Cuddling you up to his left side and heating it up a bit to help your muscles relax. And if you start getting too hot, he'll place his right hand on the back of your neck. Cooling you off.

He would keep you at the perfect temperature to sleep. And you would sleep. Surprisingly enough, one of the best sleeps of your entire life.

Kirishima

This poor boy is absolutely lost.

He has zero idea how to help you and is instead left trying to calm you down as you sob into the bed sheets...

(Please, he's so freaked out)

I can see him patting your back like an awkward dad y'know?

He tries to talk you out of it too. Trying to act like he's not scared out of his mind that you're dying or some shit..

"Hey.. hey. You're ok.. you're ok, right? You're fine. Im here. You don't have to cry.. please don't cry.. are you okay??"

He's trying so hard but is so confused. Your talking is almost unintelligible through your tears, but eventually, he hears a soft, "advil..." Through the sobs.

He will fetch you some immediately. It takes him less than a minute before he's back. Advil in hand. A very determined look on his face.

Within like 30 minutes your passed out on his chest again. Sleeping oh so peacefully. He can finally breath, thanking the gods your ok. He was so worried you have no idea. Or I guess you probably do considering how he was fumbling over his words and desperately trying to help you. Now he just runs his hands through your hair, falling asleep in the quiet bliss of your breathing.

He will research the fuck out of this in the morning and make sure he is well prepared for the next incident. After all it is so not manly to not know how to care for your significant other..

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Let Me Take Care of You: Simon Riley

Call Of Duty Masterlist

word count: 800

description: Simon takes cares of you when your period shows up &lt;3

A/N: I found this artwork on Pinterest and the original creator is @shkretart

Simon wake up with a groan as he could hear you throwing up in the bathroom, making you get up and go check up on you. He cracked the bathroom door and saw you leaning over the toilet emptying your stomach, as he reached for your hair holding it back. 

"You okay love?" He asked rubbing your back with a frown. 

"Pretty sure I'm about to start my period or I got food poisoning." You said as he handed you some mouthwash. 

"Could be either. Why don't we get you back in bed and I'll get you some tea or ginger ale to settle your stomach?" He said.

You nodded your head allowing him to help you up and back into bed before he went to go make you something to help settle your stomach. A few minutes later he returned with some tea and a can of ginger ale, you watched as he set the ginger ale on the nightstand before handing you the tea. 

"Thank you Si." You said to him as you took a sip. 

 "Of course love, I hope it will help settle your stomach. Why didn't you wake me?" He asked you. 

"I literally felt myself about to get sick, so I literally only had time to run to the bathroom before I puked everywhere, and hardly had the chance to call for you in between me throwing up." You said. 

"I just worry about you love, with me being gone as much as I am, I don't get to take care you that much. So when I am here I want to do it as much as I can." He said making you smile. 

"I appreciate that Si, but you take care of me in more ways than one." You said setting the cup on the nightstand. 

You moved closer to him before laying down feeling him run a hand through your hair as you felt sleep starting to overcome you. When you woke up a few hours later, you were in so much pain making you groan as looked around for your boyfriend. 

"Si?" You asked. 

"In here love, Im just drawing you a bath." He said as laid their confused. 

"A bath for me?" You asked confused as he walked over to you.

"Yeah for you. Your bleeding so I was gonna let you soak in the bath while I changed the sheets and warmed your clothes up for you." He said running a hand through your hair. 

"Your the best Simon." You said pressing a kiss to his hand before a cramp hit you make you wince. 

"Let's get you in the bath, and I'll get you something for your cramps." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He set you down and helped you strip before helping you into the tub, watching as you slowly relaxed before going to change the sheets. He was putting the sheets on the bed when he heard some of the bottles of shampoo fall making him worried. 

"Love?" He asked walking over to the bathroom. 

"I'm fine, just another cramp." You said through tears as he opened the medicine cabinet. 

"Here you go, do want some water?" He asked as you shook your head no.

"I hate seeing you like this...I wish I could your pain away." He said sitting next to you. 

"It's alright Si, these painkillers should kick in soon, the first day is always the roughest." You said lacing your hand with his. 

After a few more minutes of soaking in the tub, you finally felt ready to get out of the tub. Simon helped you out and let you get changed while he finished get the bed set up for you guys to relax in. You walked out of the room just in time to see him sitting in the bed, with some snacks making you smile as you climbed in next to him. 

"You feeling better love?" He asked you. 

"A little bit, thank you." You said to him. 

You felt him place his hand on your stomach making you happy that he always ran hot compare to you who was always cold. You felt him start rubbing your stomach making you closer your eyes as felt your cramps lessen. 

"Have I told you how much I love you?" You asked him. 

"A lot but it doesn't hurt to hear it." He said smiling at you. 

"I love you so much Si, thank you for taking care of me today." You said as pressing a kiss to his lips. 

"I love you y.n, I'll always take care of you." He said pressing another kiss to your lips. 

[nox140497]

Healing love

Prompt: No

Request: No

Prompt Number: None

Summery: Y/N gets hurt and Sam takes care of her.

Pairings: Sam Golbach x Female Reader

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Sam and Colby were so excited to film their newest YouTube video. They had been planning it for weeks and had spent hours scouting the perfect location. But just as they were about to start filming, Sam's phone rang. It was his girlfriend Y/N, and by the sound of her voice, he knew something was wrong.

"Hey babe, what's up?" Sam asked, trying to sound upbeat.

"Sam, I'm sorry to interrupt your filming, but I hurt myself pretty bad." Y/N's voice was shaky, and Sam's heart started racing.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Sam asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I fell while hiking, and I think I need stitches. I'm at the urgent care now." Y/N's voice started to crack, and Sam knew she was in pain.

"I'll be right there. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Sam said, already packing up their filming equipment.

"Sammy, you don't have to do that. You were so excited about your video. I don't want to ruin it for you," Y/N said, trying to be understanding.

"Don't be silly. You're more important than any video. I'll be there in ten minutes," Sam reassured her before hanging up.

When Sam arrived at the urgent care, he found Y/N sitting in the waiting room with her leg wrapped in a makeshift bandage. She looked pale and scared, and Sam's heart twisted in his chest. He went over to her and enveloped her in a tight hug.

"Glad you're here," Y/N whispered, her head resting on his chest.

"Always," Sam replied, kissing her forehead.

They were soon called into the room, and the doctor confirmed that Y/N needed stitches. Sam sat next to her, holding her hand and whispering words of comfort as the doctor worked. Y/N's grip on his hand was tight, and Sam could feel her pain with each stitch. He couldn't help but feel guilty for not being with her when she fell.

After the doctor was done, he gave Y/N some pain medication and instructed her to rest for the next few days. Sam helped her into the car and drove her back to their apartment.

Once they were home, Sam made sure Y/N was comfortable before he went to the kitchen to prepare some food for her. He knew she hated taking painkillers and didn't want her to take them on an empty stomach. Sam then set up a comfortable spot for Y/N on the couch, with her favorite movies ready to watch.

"You're the best," Y/N said with a grateful smile as Sam handed her the food.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Sam replied, rubbing her back gently.

As they watched movies together, Y/N eventually dozed off, and Sam couldn't help but admire her even more. She was strong and brave, but she also had a vulnerable side that she only showed to him. Sam promised himself that he would always be there to take care of her, no matter what.

The next few days were spent with Sam taking care of Y/N. He made sure she took her medication, changed her bandages, and cooked all her meals. He even canceled their YouTube video and rescheduled it for when Y/N was feeling better. Colby was understanding and offered to help in any way he could.

Y/N's injury brought them even closer together. Sam realized how lucky he was to have such an amazing partner who supported him in everything he did. And Y/N knew she could always count on Sam to be there for her, no matter what.

As Y/N's leg healed, they finally filmed their YouTube video together. And it ended up being one of their most-watched videos, not because of the content, but because of the story behind it. Sam and Colby's viewers saw the love and care they had for Y/N, and it inspired many of them.

[howlingtides]

Dazai visits Chuuya after Chuuya used Corruption to save him (Chuuya's POV)

Takes place immediately after Dead Apple

tags: hurt/comfort, soukoku's version of fluff, Chuuya has chronic pain

Every time Chuuya activated Corruption, it took him a little longer to recover. When he was younger, he'd sleep it off in a few hours. The last couple of times, it had taken him maybe a day or two.

It had been three days since he'd defeated that dragon and saved Dazai's ass, and his entire body still felt like it had been crushed beneath the pressure of his own ability.

It was absolutely brutal.

He'd definitely exceeded the recommended dose of painkillers over the last seventy-two hours, and though they did help a bit, it still wasn't enough. His head throbbed and his muscles burned and his bones ached and it took every ounce of effort he had to get out of bed and force himself to eat something.

All he had left in the fridge was some leftover rice and a half empty bottle of white wine, and cooking was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He opted for the rice, popping the lid off the container and grabbing a pair of chopsticks and bringing everything with him over to the couch where he all but fell against the cushions with a groan.

He'd just taken his first bite when there was a knock at the door.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

It crossed his mind to play absent, to let whoever was here think he wasn't home so they would go away and just leave him the fuck alone while he wallowed in his post-Corruption agony.

"Chuuuuuyaaa," came a sing-song voice from outside, another knock following suit.

Oh he was definitely pretending that he wasn't home.

"I know you're in there," Dazai said. "I can feel you pouting."

Damn it all to hell.

"Go to hell you goddamn coat rack."

"But Chuuya," he pressed, "I come bearing gifts."

Gifts? What the hell could shitty Dazai have possibly brought him?

He pondered it for a moment before ultimately deciding that this was a losing battle. Chuuya was either going to let Dazai in or Dazai was going to eventually let himself in.

He set the rice down on the coffee table and pushed himself up with a grunt, dragging himself over to the front door. And he must've been in worse shape than he thought because the moment he opened the door, Dazai's stupid smile faded a little.

Just a little.

But it was enough.

"Please don't," Chuuya said before Dazai could comment on his appearance.

"Don't what?"

"Just. Don't." He scrubbed a hand over his face. "Not today."

They stood there in silence for a moment as Chuuya held his breath.

Eventually, Dazai held up a brown paper bag. "In the mood for some carbonara?"

Chuuya was always in the mood for carbonara, and shitty Dazai knew that, but Chuuya was not in the mood for company, and Dazai probably knew that, too.

It was then that Chuuya's stomach growled and he remembered the cold white rice he was about to eat.

Begrudgingly, he stepped aside, allowing Dazai to enter.

It was also then that he realized how dark his apartment was. He'd kept all the blinds closed and the lights off because everything hurt and the light hurt, but if Dazai had something to say about it, he kept it to himself. Which was unsettling.

Was Chuuya dreaming?

"I figured you were still wallowing," Dazai said, setting the bag down on the coffee table next to the sad leftovers. "I haven't heard from you since you passed out in my lap."

There it was.

"That was not by choice, asshole," Chuuya snarled, limping back over to sit on the couch. "You held me down."

Dazai sat on the other side. "You looked pretty comfortable to me."

Chuuya could feel himself getting worked up, the pain increasing. "Dazai," he warned, rubbing at his temple.

"What?" Dazai continued. "It's not like it was the first time you've ever-"

"I should have left you to die."

"Well if you'd've done that, you'd be dead, too."

"Not the worst thing in the world right now."

Dazai paused at that and gave Chuuya this look.

Was that pity?

"I swear to god, if you-"

"I never got to thank you," Dazai said, cutting him off.

Chuuya froze, still trying to decide whether or not this was a dream.

"You saved me," Dazai continued. "You're always saving me, Chuuya." He slid the paper bag across the table. "So. Thank you."

Chuuya's chest felt warm. He stared down at the bag then back up at Dazai. "That's not poisoned, is it?"

Dazai gasped. "Chuuya! So soon after what happened to me? Consider a guy's feelings."

"You're so fucking full of it."

Dazai smirked. "You want me to take the first bite?"

He grabbed the paper bag, holding it away from Dazai. "Don't fucking touch it."

"I brought it for both of us."

Chuuya thought for a moment before setting the bag back down. "I guess," he uttered, "I guess I owe you one, too. For," he stared down at his hands, "saving me."

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement. "Has Chuuya gone soft?"

"Dick," Chuuya said, softly punching Dazai in the arm.

Dazai chuckled. "You're so easy."

Chuuya felt his cheeks go hot, and he wanted to scream, but he was also starving, and if it meant sharing a meal with Dazai to eat some delicious carbonara in his time of need, then.

Well, he guessed it also wasn't the worst thing in the world right now either.

[keplercryptids]

i don't wanna pile onto that painkiller post and i also SUPER don't want to give medical advice en masse, but i think context can be helpful. NSAIDs/aspirin can be dangerous if you're taking them every day for years and years. here's that context in the form of a personal anecdote: as someone who has gotten a stomach ulcer from OTC painkiller use, it was after taking excedrin every single day of my life, often on an empty stomach, often with acidic beverages like coffee/energy drinks/alcohol, for more than seven years.

and yes, that's a personal anecdote, and yes, YMMV, don't push your luck. but if you don't have any underlying gastrointestinal problems, you don't exceed the maximum daily dose, and you take ibuprofen a couple times a week, you're likely going to be just fine. if you don't have any underlying gastrointestinal problems, you don't exceed the maximum daily dose, and you take tylenol daily, you're likely going to be just fine.

if you ARE taking an OTC painkiller every single day of your life, yeah, you should probably see if there are better options for you. there may not be, and you should never feel ashamed for taking pain medication. be as safe as you can about it, but also don't be freaked out by scaremongering posts that tell you OTC painkillers are inevitably going to destroy your insides.

[maochira]

Helloo can I request about itoshi bros when their lil sister sick?

Ah sorry this request took me a while to get to!!

Requests open! - Itoshi sibling masterlist

Tags: gn!youngest Itoshi!reader

Something similar that includes Rin: Bllk big bros taking care of you when you're sick

Rin doesn't let you leave your bed at all if you want to get something. He insists that he'll get everything for you. He also pays a lot of attention to you staying hydrated. If he notices the amount of water in your glass hasn't changed from the last time he checked on you, he keeps bothering you until you take at least one sip. If you feel lonely, he sits down on your desk chair and just stays in your room so you have someone to talk to.

Sae looks into your room multiple times an hour. He wants to make sure you're getting proper rest. He also cooks comfort foods to make you feel better. Insists on feeding you sometimes because now that you're sick, to him you seem so vulnerable like a little child, so he starts treating you like one. He's also very careful with the amount of painkillers you take and always makes sure you don't take them on an empty stomach.

[turtledovenycx]

Heyy I Hope youre doing well can I request reader being on her period and having cramps so she’s really irritable. When Hyunjin comes home and says he has stomachache she thinks he’s just teasing her and doesn’t believe him but then she realizes he’s actually sick and takes care of him 🤞🏽💙

note: Hey lovely, I hope you did not wait long. Sorry I'm late but I wanted this to be perfect I think I went a lil overboard lol. I wrote and rewrote it a lot but then I decided this is the best <33333 I hope this lives up to your expectations and it is what you pictured. Stay happy <3

waiting to hear from you again with your thoughts on this 💙

_nyx.☽༊˚

Any soft song of your choice

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐖.𝐂 𝟐.𝟏𝐤

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐲 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧), 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩��𝐤𝐞/𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭 (𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬.)

ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ

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Fucking cramps ugh. Waking up to more cramping pain in your lower abdomen was the starting sign of your day’s downfall. The lack of iron in your body made your head spin and feel heavy it was like a never leaving hangover. The second day of your period was always the worst, with pain in your stomach combined with soreness throughout your body and sometimes your lower back also hurt it just felt so bad. You cursed at the higher powers for inheriting your mother's horrible PMS and dysmenorrhea rather than her good looks. 

Begrudgingly you did your morning routine sticking to the most basic skincare. You could not focus properly so you decided to take a leave of absence from your work. That call, however, did not go well your mood turned sour because honestly what the fuck!

 Your asshole of a manager lacked empathy and a female reproductive system so along with your morning coffee you heard an earful of how women were using periods as an excuse in the workplace. You really needed this job so you had no choice but to hear his nasty word and bite your tongue praying your mouth does not run. Colorful words were spoken in whispers so that you don't fully regret not saying anything. The dick granted you leave but it would cost a small cut from your salary. 

“Sir, but..”

“No buts. You can either come to work or produce a health certificate for paid leave. It's company policy.” 

Motherfucker. Fucking ass, dick! cun-

“I’ll bring the health certificate on Monday thanks for your time,” you say ending the call after hearing his grunt and flipping off the blank screen. You hoped a pigeon would shit on him and his over-gelled hair. Dickhead. Now you had to figure out how to get a medical certificate for periods. 

Fuck this. 

The day carried on, the meds did not help you one bit. Hyunjin was the one who usually restocked your supplies since you worked night shifts a lot, but this time however he had brought the painkillers with a lower dosage. You resorted to eating three or four pills before calculating that to reach at least 200 mg you would have to eat twenty pills!

“This is crazy. Aaah!’” you screamed into your empty apartment. 

These breakdowns left you irritable and cranky, the smallest inconvenience making you angry. You tried to control it but since there was no way to release the tension it kept growing and growing and growing until you would blow up on the next person you saw sadly it was your sweet and sometimes dumb boyfriend.

Hyunjin had let himself into your apartment to find you hunched over the kitchen island, the smell of soup prominent in the flat as it boiled on the stove. He knew you were on your period so he kept his footsteps as light as possible not wanting to disturb you, Poor baby startled you instead. 

“Jesus fuck Hyunjin. Makes some noise would you,” you yelled when he had placed his hands on your shoulder. 

He flinched, “Sorry baby. Are you okay?” he asked arms reaching to hug you. You were sweaty so you declined the hug not knowing he needed it more. In the haze of your irritation, you had failed to notice that his face was paler than usual. Hyunjin had left work feeling nauseous. He had a stomach bug, nothing serious but his leader recommended he take rest. 

“No, I’m not okay Hyunjin, I’ve been in pain since the morning and I don't have the right medicines and Nothing is helping me. My boss is an asshole-” 

“Your medicines are not right?” he asked confused. 

“No, they are not they barely do anything you brought the small dose ones. If you are not sure what to get just leave it I’ll buy it.”

“I’m sorry,” he says palm resting on your shoulder as he leans into you.

“My tummy hurts,” you whine, crouching over but you sounded so adorable Hyunjin could not help but laugh. “My tummy hurts,” he said whining too, little did you know he meant it. Misunderstanding the situation you got mad thinking Hyunjin was mocking you like the dramatic ass he was. “It’s not funny Hyunjin. Try bleeding for seven days every month and working a full-time job,” you say turning off the stove and not bothering to eat. “Baby no I have a stomach bu-” You stormed out of the kitchen leaving behind a confused Hyunjin. He did not mean to make fun of you. His stomach felt weird but you paid no heed to the man as you slammed the bedroom shut. “Shit-” he sighed into the empty kitchen. Slamming doors in your home meant one thing, ‘I don't wanna talk!’ he decided it was best to leave you alone.

Tears spring to your eyes, and feeling dejected and exhausted you cry. You were not sobbing but they were tears of frustration. Guilt seeped in you felt bad for lashing out at Hyunjin but as you heard the sound of utensils through the door you figured he was helping himself with food. Unreasonably this pissed you off more so you decided to sleep it off instead. Your fatigue caught up to you the sleep overpowering your pain as you slipped into slumber tear stained cheek and all. 

Contrary to your thoughts Hyunjin did not eat he was simply putting the soup away and cleaning the kitchen. He understood why you reacted the way you did so being the sweetheart he is he warmed up your hot bag and opened the door a little to peak. Seeing you curled up into a ball on your side broke his heart. He softly entered the room and checked if you were fast asleep. It appeared that you were out like a light so Hyunjin adjusted your body to lay in such a way that the heat pad was resting securely on your abdomen. Then he covered you with the duvet and fidgeted with the AC temp he knew you liked it to be cold so that you could wrap yourself in something warm. The furrows in your brow were slowly replaced with a look of peace. He rubbed your leg for a few moments before wrapping you in the warm blanket and giving you your favorite Jiniret to hug. Once he ensured you were comfortable the tired man slipped out and went to the couch to get some rest. His bowels were in discomfort and he still wanted to throw up, he resorted to gulping down glasses of water and going to sleep. 

.

You woke to the sound of retching from your bathroom, the cramps had subsided the 60 mg finally working in your body. It tugged on your heart when you noticed the temperature in the room, the blanket, the heating water bag, and your Jiniret. You felt like an even bigger asshole than your boss, at least that dick treated someone he did not know personally like shit while you treated the love of your life like garbage. Hyunjin hurled his stomach into the toilet and it clicked inside your head that he was sick. Groaning at your ignorance and rubbing your face you got up from your cozy cocoon and opened the bedroom door. He was still locked in the bathroom but you noticed the spare blanket on the couch. Poor Hyunnie must have been awful sleeping on the couch especially when his long legs won't fit in unless he is curled up. You notice the little green puke basket nearby. Shit, you messed up. 

The bathroom door revealed a tired Hyunjin who had just washed his face, he stopped in his tracks as he saw you standing in the hallway. You turned around to see your boy sick. 

“I’m sorry baby.” you cried as you ran to hug him, you tried to be as gentle as you could not wanting to disturb his body, but Hyunjin did not speak for a few seconds. Thinking he was angry at you you tried to give him space but his long arms brought you back into the embrace. You breathed a sigh of relief, a million apologies leaving you. 

“I’m so sorry, I was such an ass,” you repeat fingers moving his hair out of his face before placing sweet kisses on his wet skin. 

Hyunjin just hummed, he was leaning his whole weight on you now. 

“Did you eat?” you ask, your boyfriend shakes his head before hiding on your neck. “Oh sweetie,” you say as you bring him into the bedroom. The air is cool so immediately Hyunjin finds himself wrapped in a fluffy blanket. He held your hands eyes worried as you began to retreat. 

“I’m just gonna grab you some food,” you reassured after making sure he was lying down on a raised pillow. 

.

The soup had become cold, but you reheated it. You searched through the cabinets for tea sachets as ginger tea is good for upset stomachs. After preparing the food you put them all in a tray and grabbed a pack of Advil just in case he became feverish and went to your room.

Hyunjin was having cramps too so he did not sleep, he was sitting cross-legged and crouching over trying to make himself into a small ball.

“Baby, eat this will help,” you say putting the tray on the nightstand before grabbing the bowl. 

“I’ll throw up, I don’t want to eat,” he says turning away. 

“If you throw up I will clean it but if you don’t eat you might get gas and it will hurt more.” you explained, “Please just try eating half the bowl.” your hands held the food in front of him.

After a few moments of consideration, he opened his mouth welcoming the spoonful of hot clear soup, even though he said he didn’t want to eat Hyunjin must have been famished because he ate the whole thing in a short time, taking control of the spoon with his hand. 

You watched him carefully leaving to help yourself to some soup too, the two of you sat in your bed eating without saying much.

“You don’t have a fever so it’s not stomach flu,” you say checking his temperature and helping him back into the covers. He had a quick shower and brushed his teeth. 

“It's probably because of the street food you had yesterday.”

“Hey! You had it too.”

“Yes, but I only had one serving whereas you had almost three.”

“I was craving it,” he said lips all pouty as you smiled for the first time in that day at his cute antics. 

Seeing your smile, Hyunjin’s face brightened up too. He was feeling better no longer nauseous now he waited for his stomach to settle. 

“I’ll let you sleep,” you say clearing the bedside table and beginning to exit the room before you feel a tug on your arm. 

“You will come back to bed right?” your boyfriend asked whispering, his brown eyes almost sparkling, face red, and bottom lip jutting out. Any other human form making that face was an instant cringe for you except him.  You nodded as he reluctantly let you go. 

When you slipped back into bed after chores you were certain Hyunjin was asleep. But warm hands wrapped around your figure from behind his head resting between your shoulder blades, you turned around to hug the lean man spooning him as he tucked himself on your chest. 

“Hyunnie, are you asleep?” you whispered Hyunjin stirring at the use of his name, 

“No,” he whispered back before looking up at you. You felt guilty again as you stared into his eyes in the dim glow of the nightlight. 

“I’m sorry baby. I will try to control my emotions during my periods. I had a rough day okay. I’m so sorry.” you said fingers brushing his hair back as he closed his eyes. 

“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you,” he says eyes drooping as they get tired. “What happened?” he still asked despite almost falling asleep.

“I’ll explain tomorrow.” 

“I love you babe,” he says kissing your collarbone,

 “I-. I love you so much,” you say placing a long kiss on his forehead and turning to switch off the night lamp. When you turned around Hyunjin was snoring lightly hands holding you tight to him as he slept on your chest. You knew you were going to properly apologies to him once you guys were feeling better tomorrow but knowing that this boy loved you even when you messed up was such a warm feeling. Sleep called you once again as the two of you lay limbs tangled under his favorite fuzzy blanket.

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tagging 🏷️: @comet-falls @noellllslut

Let me know if you want to be tagged I might start a tag list if a lot of you guys want it. For now it is just my two lovelies I have on here <3

[lifeofpriya]

"I love you." "Damn, that's crazy." from Established Relationship bc while reading though the prompts 1) this is so me and 2) it made me giggle alot lmao

bestie, i remember you wanting a pt. 2 of this fic, so pt. 2, i shall deliver 🫡🫶🏼

Will They, Won't They pt.2

wc: 3.2k

You shift slightly, trying to get comfortable, and Jack's arm tightens around you. His breathing remains steady, but you can feel the tension in his body, as if he's holding himself back. Or is it just your imagination playing tricks on you?

The night stretches on; the only interruptions are the occasional car passing by or the distant sound of a siren wailing. Each time you drift off, the noise jolts you back to reality, the coldness of the couch seeping into your bones. But Jack's warmth is a comfort, his heartbeat a constant reminder that you're not alone in the dark.

As the first light of dawn seeps through the blinds, you feel the beginnings of a headache. You've had enough of the couch, enough of the tension coiled around your spine. Carefully, you extricate yourself from Jack's grasp, his arm flopping to the couch cushion with a soft thud. You stand up, your legs wobbly from lack of use. The room seems to tilt, but you manage to stay upright.

Jack stirs, mumbling something incoherent. You look down at him, his face relaxed in sleep, the shadows playing across his features. The TV has switched to the news, the volume of which is a low murmur that seems too loud in the quiet room. You grab the remote and turn it off, the sudden silence feeling like a vacuum.

You tiptoe into the kitchen, the cold tiles biting at your socks. You pour yourself a glass of water, downing it in one go. Your throat feels like sandpaper, and your stomach turns at the thought of food. You glance at the clock on the microwave—4:30 AM. The night has stretched on longer than you ever intended, but somehow, you don't mind.

You lean against the kitchen counter, staring into the dark abyss of the sink. The quiet is deafening, the kind of quiet that makes you question every little sound. You hear Jack shift on the couch, and for a moment, you consider going back, sliding back into the warm cocoon of his arms. But you know you can't. The sun is rising, and with it, reality.

The fridge hums in the corner, a soft, steady reminder of the world outside. You grab the bottle of aspirin from the shelf above the microwave and shake two into your palm. The tap water is cold, a jolt to your senses as you swallow them down. You fill the glass again, the water's coolness a balm to your dry throat.

Jack's mumbling turns into a soft snore, the kind that makes you want to laugh but you refrain, not wanting to disturb him. You know he'll need the sleep. You take one last look at him, his disheveled form sprawled out on the couch, and for a brief moment, you consider curling up beside him. But you know it's time to go.

With quiet steps, you make your way to the door, sliding into your shoes. You pull on your jacket, the cold fabric jolting you back to reality. You're about to slip out when a sudden thought strikes you. You tiptoe back to the nightstand and scribble a note: "You're the best. Don't forget your practice. See you soon, - Your Designated Walking Service." You can't help but smirk as you place it next to the glass of water and painkillers.

As the door clicks shut behind you, the chilly morning air slaps you awake. The street is a ghost town, the only company the occasional flicker of a streetlight and the distant hum of early-morning traffic. You breathe in the crisp air, feeling a mix of exhilaration and dread. The night's events replay in your mind—the laughter, the quiet confessions, the unspoken moments.

You walk the familiar path home, each step echoing in the emptiness. The world feels eerie in its slumber, as if it's holding its breath, waiting for the sun to rise and shake it from its daze. Your thoughts swirl like leaves in a storm, torn between the comfort of Jack's embrace and the cold reality of what it might mean. You've been friends for so long, but now, the lines feel blurred. The air is thick with potential, a silent question hanging between you like the promise of rain on a humid day.

The buildings loom above, their shadows stretching long and dark, swallowing up the sidewalks. The streetlights cast a yellow glow, creating pockets of light in the sea of darkness. Each step takes you further from the warmth of Jack's apartment, but closer to the truth you've been avoiding.

You've always been the reliable one, the friend who's there to pick up the pieces when Jack's life shatters. But tonight was different. The intimacy, the way your bodies fit together on the couch, it felt like a puzzle piece slipping into place. The air was charged, a dance of unspoken words and lingering looks. You can't shake the feeling that something has shifted, that the friendship you've nurtured for so long has taken on a new dimension.

The walk home is a blur of streetlights and shadows, your mind racing with what-ifs and maybes. What if you had leaned in? Would it have changed everything? Would it have ruined the friendship you cherish so much? Or would it have been the start of something beautiful?

As the first hints of dawn kiss the horizon, painting the sky a soft pink, you find yourself standing in front of your own apartment building. The night has been a whirlwind of emotions, leaving you feeling both elated and exhausted. You fumble with your keys, the chill of the early morning seeping into your bones.

Once inside, the warmth of your apartment wraps around you like a warm blanket, a stark contrast to the cold outside. You sigh, kicking off your shoes, and make your way to the bathroom to wash the grime of the night off your face. The water is cold, but it's a necessary shock, waking you up entirely. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, the events of the night playing out behind your eyes like a silent film.

You brush your teeth, the minty taste a reminder of the night's decisions. You know you can't ignore what happened, the way Jack looked at you, the way his hand felt in yours. You tell yourself it was just the alcohol, the weariness of a long night, but deep down, you know it's more.

You stumble into your bedroom, the darkness a welcome embrace. You collapse onto your bed, the sheets cold against your skin, but it's not the cold that makes you shiver. It's the thought of Jack's arms, the warmth of his embrace. You burrow into your pillow, trying to recreate the feeling of his chest against yours.

The sun's first light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You're torn between the comfort of the bed and the need to face the day. But you know you can't stay here forever, lost in a world of what-ifs and maybes.

Jack. His name is a whisper in the back of your mind, a gentle nudge that keeps you from falling too deeply into the comforting oblivion of sleep. You roll over, the bed feeling eerily empty without his warmth beside you. You can't help but replay the moments from the night before—his hand in yours, the gentle brush of his thumb against your skin.

The sun has fully risen now, casting a warm glow across your apartment. The quiet hum of the city has replaced the silence of the early morning, and you know that soon, the day will demand your attention. But for now, you're stuck in the limbo between dreams and reality, your thoughts a tangled web of doubt and hope.

You finally force yourself out of bed, the cold floor a jolting reminder of the decisions you need to make. You throw open the curtains, letting the light flood the room, chasing away the shadows of the night. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, and you see a text from Jack, a simple "Thank you for everything" with a heart emoji. Your stomach does a little flip, the warmth of his words bringing a smile to your face.

You decide to start the day with a run, hoping to clear your head. The cool air is a slap in the face, but it's exactly what you need. You lace up your shoes and hit the pavement, the rhythm of your feet a steady beat that helps organize your thoughts. You think about the comfort of Jack's arms, the way his hand felt in yours, the unspoken understanding that existed between you both. It's a feeling you can't shake, and as you run, it only grows stronger.

The city wakes up around you, the early morning joggers and dog-walkers giving you nods of silent camaraderie. The buildings look different in the light of day, the shadows of the night retreating before the sun's advancing rays. You follow your usual route, but your mind is miles away, lost in the labyrinth of emotions you've been navigating.

As you round the corner to the park, you see a figure in the distance, a lone soul sitting on a bench. It's Jack, his head in his hands, his athletic form hunched over. Even from afar, you can see the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. You slow your pace, not quite ready to face the conversation that's inevitable.

Jack looks up, squinting in the sunlight. His eyes widen when he sees you, and he waves, his smile slightly wobbly. You jog over, feeling your heart race faster than your legs. "Hey," he says, his voice rough from sleep. "Couldn't sleep?"

You sit down next to him, breathing heavily. "Yeah, I thought a run would help." You look at him, his disheveled hair and tired eyes a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the dawn. "What are you doing here?"

Jack shrugs, his smile growing slightly more genuine. "Couldn't sleep either. Thought some fresh air might do me good." He glances at you, his gaze lingering a beat too long. "I wanted to thank you again, you know, for last night. I don't know what I'd do without you."

The bench is cold against your back, the metal biting through your sweaty shirt. You look away, focusing on the horizon, the sun peeking over the buildings like a shy child. "You're welcome," you say, your voice softer than you intended.

Jack turns to you, the early morning light playing with the shadows on his face. "I mean it," he says, his voice earnest. "You're always there, no matter what."

You swallow hard, your pulse echoing in your ears. "Jack, last night was…" You trail off, searching for the right words. But there are none, no simple phrases that can encapsulate the tumult of feelings swirling inside you.

Jack's eyes are on you, hazel irises reflecting the burgeoning daylight. "It was intense," he finishes for you. His hand reaches over, brushing against yours, and the electricity that arcs between you feels more real than the concrete beneath you. "I don't know what happened, but I don't regret it."

You look at him, the world around you fading into a blur of color. "Neither do I," you admit, your voice barely a whisper. The sun's warmth seems to envelop the two of you, a silent third party to your conversation. The air between you feels charged, a storm brewing on the horizon of your friendship.

Jack sighs, his gaze never leaving yours. "I've been thinking," he starts, his voice tentative. "Maybe we should talk about it."

You nod, the gravity of his words sinking in. "Talk about what?" you ask, though you know exactly what he means.

Jack runs a hand through his hair, his eyes searching yours. "Everything." He pauses, then takes a deep breath. "I've had feelings for you for a while now. I didn't want to say anything, didn't want to mess things up. But last night… it was like all my walls came down."

Your heart skips a beat. Feelings? For you? You've never considered the possibility, always seeing Jack as the untouchable star, the charismatic tennis star, your best friend. But here he is, laying it all out, his vulnerability laid bare in the soft light of dawn.

"What are you saying, Jack?" you ask, the world around you seeming to hold its breath, waiting for his answer. The early morning air feels thick with anticipation, the chirping of birds the only sound piercing the silence.

Jack turns to you, his expression a tumult of emotions—fear, hope, and a raw vulnerability you've never seen before. "I'm saying," he starts, his voice low and earnest, "I love you."

The words hang in the air, heavy and potent. The world seems to tilt on its axis, and for a moment, everything is still. The distant sounds of the city, the rustling of leaves in the breeze—it's all background noise to the hammering of your heart. You blink, not quite sure you heard him right.

"Damn, that's crazy," you murmur, the words slipping out before you can think. You're not sure what to feel, a tornado of emotions swirling inside you. "Jack, I—"

Jack cuts you off with a shake of his head. "Just… let me get this out." He takes another deep breath, his hand reaching for yours again. "I've been trying to figure out how to say this for so long. I just… I need you to know."

You look down at your intertwined fingers, the warmth of his hand sending waves through your body. Love? From Jack? The revelation sends your mind reeling through a kaleidoscope of moments: the way his eyes light up when he wins a match, the gentle way he teases you, the countless nights spent sharing stories and laughs. Was this always there, hiding beneath the surface?

"Jack," you begin, the words thick in your throat. "I—"

He squeezes your hand, his eyes pleading with you to let him finish. You nod, biting your bottom lip, your heart a caged bird fluttering against your ribcage.

Jack continues, his words spilling out like water from a broken dam. "I know it's weird, and it's probably not what you want to hear, but I can't keep it in anymore. You're more than just a friend to me. You're… you're home. And I know that might not be what you feel, but I had to tell you. I can't go on pretending everything's the same."

You cut him off by leaning in and pressing your lips to his. The kiss is soft, tentative at first, but it quickly deepens, the heat of it burning away the chill of the morning. Jack's eyes widen in surprise before closing, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. The bench is hard and cold, but all you feel is the warmth of his body, the beat of his heart matching your own.

The world around you fades away as you explore each other's mouths, the kiss a silent conversation of unspoken truths and hidden desires. The sun rises higher, casting a warm glow over the city, a perfect backdrop to this moment of revelation. It's as if the universe itself has paused to witness your confession.

Jack's arms tighten around you, his grip firm but gentle. The kiss lingers, a promise of more, a declaration of what could be. Your hearts hammer in unison, the sound echoing through the quiet morning like a secret only you two share. When you finally pull away, you're both breathless, eyes wide with wonder and fear.

"I… I didn't know," you murmur, your voice shaky. "Jack, I had no idea."

Jack's eyes search yours, the dawn light playing across his face, highlighting the worry etched into his features. "It's okay," he whispers. "I didn't either, not really. Not until…"

You nod, understanding in your gaze. "Not until last night."

Jack's smile is tentative. "Yeah, not until last night."

The air between you is charged, a live wire that crackles with potential. You're both poised on the edge of a cliff, unsure of what lies ahead. But for now, you're content to simply bask in the glow of this newfound understanding.

You lean back against the bench, Jack's arm slung over your shoulder, your legs intertwined. You watch the city wake up, the people below you oblivious to the monumental shift in your lives. The sun's rays grow stronger, casting a golden light on everything they touch. It's like the world has been painted anew, and you're seeing it all with fresh eyes.

Jack's hand rests on your thigh, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. You've sat on this bench a hundred times before, but it's never felt like this. It's like the air itself has changed, thick with the promise of something more.

You both sit in silence for a few moments, the weight of what's been said hanging between you like a delicate web. The world around you seems to be in slow motion, each moment stretching out like taffy pulled between two eager hands.

Jack breaks the silence, his voice a soft rumble. "So, where do we go from here?"

You look at him, his eyes searching yours, a tapestry of hope and doubt. "I don't know," you admit. "But I'm willing to figure it out."

Jack's smile is a warm embrace, melting the last remnants of the chilly morning. "Me too," he says, his voice filled with relief. "We've faced everything together. This is just… another chapter."

The park comes to life around you as the city wakes up. The scent of dew-kissed grass and blooming flowers fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee from nearby cafes. The sound of children's laughter drifts over from a distant playground, a sweet symphony that seems to underscore the delicate balance of your newfound relationship.

You both sit in contemplative silence, the unspoken words hanging in the air as thick as the morning mist. Your hearts are racing, but you're both acutely aware of the tenderness of this moment, the fragility of this new bond. The sun climbs higher in the sky, painting the clouds with streaks of pink and orange, a canvas of beauty that mirrors the emotions swirling within you.

Jack's thumb traces small circles on your skin, a gentle reassurance that he's there, that he's real. The warmth of his hand grounds you, reminding you of the tangible reality of your feelings. You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It's a comforting sound, a reminder of the shared experiences that have brought you to this precipice.

You both know that the dynamics of your friendship have shifted, evolving into something more complex, more profound. It's both terrifying and exhilarating. You've been the rock for each other, the constant in a world of chaos. But now, there's a chance for something new, something that could either fortify or fracture the bond you've built over the years.

You sit there, the early morning air still carrying a hint of chill, wrapped in a shared warmth that's more than just physical. It's the warmth of understanding, of a secret shared, of a door that's been unlocked. You're no longer just friends; you're confidants, potential lovers, explorers charting unmapped territories of the heart.

[kinnbig]

*smooches you on the cheek* i hope you have a lovely day!

- - -

"Who is the new guy?" 

Big regrets the question the moment it leaves his dumb mouth because Chan tilts his head and looks at him with knowing eyes. 

"Big," he says, and his voice is stern. His eyes are steely, and Big can feel them unravel everything he is trying to hide away; everything he promised wouldn't be a problem.

A few meters away from them, Kinn laughs so openly and joyously that it stings. 

Chan sighs and turns back to his tablet. Only when Big turns to leave he says: "His name is Tawan."

The way Kinn looks at Tawan makes Big sick. The way Tawan looks at Kinn makes an uneasy feeling crawl into Big's gut. 

- - -

"Who is the new guy?" 

The new guy is sitting at the edge of the pool and grinning. His dark hair is dripping water everywhere as he runs his fingers through them all pretend casual. He winks at Pete, whose record so far has been undefeated, and Big thinks he looks like a certified fuckboy.

"Ken," Arm whispers, quiet enough so Ken cannot hear them. And then, because Arm likes to gossip, he adds: "He's been staring at you all morning."

Big glances up and catches Ken's eyes on him. There is a pink flush on Ken's cheeks as he bites his lip and quickly looks away. 

"Cute," Arm says next to him, and Big bites the inside of his cheek to stop the stupid smile that wants to sneak onto his face. He feels warm. Nobody has ever looked at Big like that.

- - -

"Take the day off," Ken pleads again. He has argued about this all morning, talked about how Big needs a break, how he looks exhausted and how Ken knows he didn't sleep well. "Come on, mate, just today."

Big sighs. "I can't, not with Tawan being here."

"Please," Ken says in English, and it startles Big. Not the English, as Ken constantly swears in it, but the way Ken sounds distressed, the way he looks at Big with wide eyes, and the way his fingers are gripping Big's arm so tightly that there will be bruises. 

"Is everything okay?" Big asks because he knows he is missing something, something important. Ken is shaking as he lets go of Big's arm like it physically pains him to move his fingers, and then he smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes, and he looks down before Big can see them.

"Forget about it. It's fine," Ken says, and his voice is raspy. "Just don't do anything stupid because of Tawan."

Big cannot guarantee that, so instead, he says: "I'll see you later tonight."

Later, when Big takes a bullet aimed at Porsche, he wishes he wouldn't have made a promise he couldn't keep.

Later, when Chan says, "Ken was working for Vegas", Big wishes Tawan was a better shooter.

- - -

Big's apartment looks as sad and pathetic as he feels. He doesn't spend time here more than once a month, doesn't share it with anyone, and never bothered to furnish it properly. He sits on the sofa and stares at the empty wall because there's nothing else to do, nowhere else for him to be. He feels hollow, wonders if the doctors put him back together wrong.

"Take a week off," Kinn has said, voice sincere and sad. "You deserve it."

"I should have known," Big had whispered, trying to hold back his tears, and wondered if that's how Tawan's betrayal felt. And then, because he couldn't stop thinking about it, he had said: "He wanted me to take a day off." Kinn had patted his shoulder awkwardly before leaving. 

Big wonders if he can just sleep for a week, if any of the painkillers can do that for him, or if he can get his hands on some sleep medicine or something.

The knock on the door startles him.

He gets up slowly. His stomach still hurts, and so does his arm. He leaves the gun on the coffee table. If anyone wants to kill him, Big thinks, he wouldn't mind. He opens the door.

Ken is bleeding. His face is purple and bruised, and one of his eyes is swollen shut. His shirt is soaked with blood, and it's dripping everywhere. He is trembling.

"I didn't know where else to go," he finally whispers, voice hoarse and broken.

Big feels like he is being shot all over again. He wants to slam the door close, he wants to get the gun he left behind and kill Ken himself. He wants to ask why, he doesn't want to know the answer, but mostly he just wants to pretend that nothing has changed, that everything will be alright. Slowly he moves and opens the door wider. 

"Come in," he says.

anon i am smooching you on the mouth i can’t believe you just dropped this masterpiece anonymously in my ask box i am emotionally devastated. come back pls i’m losing my mind?!

[crippledpunks]

PSA about over-the-counter pain relieving medications

hello, fellow cripples, headache havers, GI problem and chronic pain enjoyers, i wanted to give a quick PSA on over the counter pain relievers and what they can potentially do if your doctor doesn't explain how these medications interact or what they can potentially do to your body. i wanted to say that it's not your fault for not knowing these things, doctors do not tell their patients these things. we find out until it's too late.

i was prescribed Naproxen (Aleve, Anaprox, Flanax) for degenerative disc disease & sciatic nerve pinching from spine damage and pain. my doctor failed to inform me that Naproxen, or any other non-steroidal anti inflammatory drug (NSAID) like Ibuprofen or Aspirin, should NEVER be taken on an empty stomach. i have heard from other cripple friends who have been told by their doctors that these medications can "cause stomach pain" if you take them on an empty stomach.

i need you to understand this is diminishing language- i ended up in the hospital with a stomach ulcer because of my doctor failed to inform me of this. when i got to the ER the nurse who was helping me shook her head when we finally figured out that the Naproxen was causing it. she got very upset and said "i wish doctors would warn their patients about this. we see so many other people than just you in here from the exact same medication and problem."

this can happen to anyone, not just people who have chronic stomach issues. Ibuprofen (Motrin, Advil), Aspirin, and Naproxen (Aleven, Anaprox, Flanax) should never be taken on an empty stomach, after a very light snack, right before bed after not having eaten for a long time, and especially never taken together at the same time or in the same day. please do not ever take more of these medications than prescribed/advised on your bottle, and if you are combining them in the same day without direction from your doctor please do not do this. unless you have received explicit direction from a medical professional do NOT combine these medications.

please be safe with OTC painkillers. it can be very hard to understand what is safe and what is not. stay safe and do not combine medications without doing research first, it can save your life. take care of yourselves out there. you don't want a stomach ulcer, believe me. i'm still dealing with the effects 5 years later.