#and the thought of it eating it now makes me nauseous

[bellysoupset]

hello soup! I must say I am obsessed with this Leo arc, my heart is breaking. For your fic with Leo and Jonah back at the townhouse - maybe Leo is really bloated and nauseous from restarting his meds/maybe they added on another one? And Jonah obviously torn between being Leo’s husband versus being a doctor and Leo feels like Jonah is smothering him a tiny tiny bit.

- happy trail anon

Jonah knew he was losing it, but he couldn't help it.

After Leo was discharged from the hospital they had gone back to the townhouse. During the first night they had both been too exhausted to even talk, only sleeping for 11 uninterrupted hours. The next day Leo had seemed a lot more like himself, snooping around the place and Jonah had managed to relax a smidge, although he still couldn't bring himself to let his husband out of his sight.

By Friday night they were embarking back to the US and that's when Leo started to act weird once more. Just like during their flight to London, he had promptly curled up against the window, headphones on, and Jonah's heart had started to race before they were in the air even for one measly hour.

He couldn't stop glancing at Leo, openly gawking really. Something was clearly wrong and anxiety was making Jonah slightly dizzy. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Leo's temple and causing him to startle, eyes opening quickly, as if he had dozed off.

"Everything ok?" Jonah tried, and failed, to keep his voice casual.

Leo offered him a strained smile, "head hurts..." he then sighed, "I'm okay, Jon, don't worry."

Easier said than done. Jonah nodded and let him doze off, but he couldn't simply stop worrying. It just didn't work like that.

It was a ridiculously long flight, so they offered a meal a little after they got on air — Leo had only groaned when Jon tried to poke him awake to eat, face scrunching up in annoyance before he passed out again —, ice cream halfway through and then another meal an hour before they landed.

"Baby," Jonah sighed, shaking him, "Leo, you slept through the trip, you need to eat something..."

"Not hungry," Leo groaned, but rubbed his eyes, looking out of the window tiredly. He had the window seat, so he pulled up the plastic cover in order to reveal the bright blue sky outside, "home sweet home."

Jonah opened a smile, "finally," then he insisted, "you have to eat something, Leo. You're due your meds."

"Ugh," Leo whined, but he did pick just a simple omelet, while Jonah asked for one stuffed with chicken, since he was starving.

"Stop staring at me like I'm a hallucination, Jon," Leo pouted as he chewed away, "I promise you I'm fine."

"I know, I know," Jonah bit down his lip, guiltily. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse, he just didn't like that Leo wasn't bouncing back as quickly as he expected. He had been under the impression they were out of danger when Leo was acting normally in the townhouse, but now... "how's- Are the meds working?"

Leo snorted at him, blue eyes slightly droopy with how exhausted he was, but lighting up with amusement, "no suicidal thoughts," he said bluntly, although for all his confidence, his cheeks did heat up, "just a bit of a headache and- And not hungry anymore," he wrinkled his nose, pushing the other half of his omelet towards Jonah and then fishing into the small bag they carried so he could take his meds.

The flight attendant took their trays back, so Jonah let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against his seat and forcing himself to relax. Leo was fine, he repeated mentally, opening a small smile as he felt his husband's fingers in his hair, lightly tugging on his curls so he could curl and uncurl an spiral around his pinky.

"Are we driving straight to Welton? Did you get us a car?" Leo sounded confused, since he had been completely out of the loop of the logistics. He had originally been the one to plan their back trip out, it was another painful reminder to how things had changed in such a short time.

"Luke," Jonah yawned, turning slightly on the seat, pressing himself to Leo's side and his face to his shoulder, "probably Wendy too."

"Are you sleepy?" Leo's voice softened up, an arm wrapping around Jonah, "get some rest, angel. I'll wake you up when we land..."

It seemed like Jon had just blinked and then Leo was waking him up, the whole plane shaking as they landed.

"Uhm'we'rehere?" Jonah slurred, feeling more than a little dizzy at the weird change of pressure and trying to pop his ears. He glanced to his right, Leo was frowning out of the window. It was still light out.

Jonah stumbled up as the disembark started, yawning and reaching for Leo's hand, but the blonde didn't take it. He was sulking, clutching their small bag, while Jonah collected their luggage case.

It wasn't Luke and Wendy waiting for them. Instead it was Bella, with a huge smile on and sunglasses perched on her fiery curls, and Wendy, standing next to her in a pale yellow dress and popping gum. They sort of looked out of a cartoon — one tall and the other short, one all in black and the other all in pastels — Jonah thought with a snort, leaning in to say exactly this to Leo.

"Hmmm," was Leo's enthusiastic response, making Jon pout. Goddammit.

"Headache still?"

"No, it's gone," Leo grumbled, staring at the floor as they walked ahead.

"Hellooo!" Wendy beamed as soon as they were within hearing range, rushing ahead so she could jump up and hug Jonah. He immediately embraced her back, pulling Wendy off her feet and burying his face on her neck as he squeezed his arms around her. Vaguely, he heard her say, "you too-" and an arm unhooking from around his neck, so she could bring Leo into the hug.

Something deep inside of him eased, a knot coming undone. Jonah planted her back down, just so Wen could turn around, grabbing Leo's face in her hands, "hi sweetheart."

Leo went red. Crimson licking at his ears and cheeks, clearly embarrassed by the implication of her being this soft with him, saying, "hi, Wen..."

"Uhm, no hello for me?" Bella scoffed, closing the distance between them and squeezing Jonah into a hug since he was closer.

"Hi, Bell," Jonah whispered in her hair, crushing her into his arms. Bell squeezed him back just as tight, sharing a smile with him that he knew meant they'd talk later, probably alone during the boxing classes.

"What about you, blondie, did you miss me? Don't even lie, of course you didn't," Bella rolled her eyes, pulling away from Jonah so she could go hug Leo, "how was Gree-"

She never finished her sentence, because Leo pitched forward with a heave, projectile vomiting all over her boots and causing Bell to squeal and jump back.

Leo slumped forward, almost falling to his knees, wasn't it for Jonah all but throwing their bag into Wendy's arms so he could wrap an arm around Leo's chest and keep him from going down.

"Oh- Uh, alright," Bella cringed at the tips of her boots, while Leo gagged once more, whole body seizing with it. Jonah wasn't sure if he was more scared or relieved. He'd take pukey Leo any day over depressed Leo, but he hated that the first thought through his mind had been "the meds". Shit, Leo had totally thrown them up...

"Bell, go clean up," Wendy bossed, fishing the car keys' out of the ginger's hands, "and get us a water bottle and some tissues, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Bella wrinkled her nose with disgust as she walked away. Jonah looked up, too nervous to really be a doctor about it.

"Leo," Wendy stepped closer, carefully avoiding the puddle of sick on the ground, fixing their bag on her shoulder, "are you done? Can we walk back to the car...?"

"Please..." He croaked out, still slumped, a gross line of saliva hanging from his bottom lip. Jonah's stomach lurched at the sight, sympathy nausea causing him to gag out of nowhere and train his eyes to the ceiling.

"Alright," Wendy's voice was soft, but firm, "let's go. Lean on Jon, I'll lead the way. Jonah-" she circled them, so she could plant a hand on his back, "follow me."

It was awkward, at the best, for them to shuffle out of the airport and as soon as they did, Leo staggered forward out of Jon's arms so he could throw up in one of the tall trashcans.

He wrapped an arm around his stomach, free hand white knuckling the plastic as he heaved over and over, until he was bringing up nothing. The people passing them by were staring and Jonah caught Wendy's eyes as he planted a hand on Leo's back and rubbed gently.

"You're okay, shhh, let it up-" Jon crooned, gulping down the sticky saliva flooding his mouth. He brought up a hand, muffling a burp in it, his plane breakfast-lunch churning angrily in his stomach.

Leo whimpered, pulling back and staring at his shoes, gulping down, "fuck..." he breathed out, swaying slightly, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Ready to sit down?" Wendy asked, grabbing his arm, "we're not far from the car."

"Yes," Leo nodded, then groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a little frothy belch that caused him to spit between his shoes. Jonah lurched with a gag of his own, breathing through his nose. Now was not the time to be sympathy sick... Please, no.

"Jon?" Leo called out, in a small voice, which made Jonah feel even more nauseous but for a different reason. He wanted to help, not be nuisance of his own.

"m'fine," he grumbled, although his words glued together and he had to gulp down, "less'get you sitting down."

They had driven over in Luke's jeep, because of its larger trunk, and Wendy unlocked it, gesturing for Jonah to put the luggage away while she guided Leo to the passenger seat, flinging the door open.

The blonde let out a nauseated groan, hunching over, legs out of the car so he could stare at the parking lot ground, a hand cradling his head, "sorry..."

"Eh, at least it wasn't my shoes," Wendy teased him, ruffling his hair, "did you get airsick? You're not warm..."

"No," Leo glanced up as Jonah circled the car, a hand darting out so he could grab his shirt and pull him closer for comfort, "the meds they gave me... Not sitting well."

Jon's eyebrows darted up and he glanced at Wendy, worried and surprised, only for him to frown, "what- What happened to your face?" he asked bluntly.

It was not the answer that Leo expected, but he seemed confused and relieved the attention wasn't on him. He turned his head to look at Wen, frowning too, "yeah, what the fuck?"

Her cheeks turned pink and Wendy dismissed them with a gesture, "uh, rude much? I fell."

"You fell?" Leo echoed, skeptical, while Jonah squinted at her, "how exactly- Damn, Wendy, that's ugly."

Wendy scoffed, glaring at him, "what every woman wants to hear, thank you very much, Leo."

It wasn't ugly, but it was clear she had sported a black eye at the very least. The bruise was much more faded now, but Jonah could tell it had been much darker, and it was peeking through her makeup even though Wendy was wearing heavy duty concealer.

"I feel down the stairs-"

"What stairs?" Jonah pressed on, feeling uneasy, just as Leo let out a little groan and planted his hand on his mouth, gulping down. He looked at his husband, the worry over Wendy's bruise vanishing, but Leo vaguely waved at him.

"Not'gonna- Not gonna be sick," he said, taking slow breaths.

"Uh- Your wedding stairs?" Wendy shuffled awkwardly, "the day you guys left for honeymoon."

Leo let out a little chuckle at the thought, "really?!"

"Are you okay!?" Jonah talked over him, "bloody hell, Wendy, did you break anything-"

"No, just the bruises and a mild concussion..." She shrugged, "Leo, when did you take the meds?"

"Uhm- Before we landed..." He muffled another sickly burp in his hand, "I feel sorta woozy..."

"Lie back," Wendy instructed, fiddling with the car seat in order to lean it back, "so about an hour ago? More?"

"An hour and a half," Jonah gently pushed her back so he could lower the seat since she wasn't managing to, combing his fingers through Leo's hair and inconspicuously checking for a fever even though Wen had said he wasn't warm.

"I don't think he needs to retake it then, it's probably already in effect and why he's so queasy," Wendy explained, causing Leo to scowl.

"He is right here-"

"He, owes me a new pair of boots, they were Margiela tabis, dude" Bella said loudly, opening the driver's door and startling all of them. She was holding a plastic bag with her ruined boots, as well as a cold water bottle and a handful of tissues squeezed in her hand.

"Margiela?!" Wendy squealed, while Leo took the water with a grateful sigh and frowned at the girls.

"The fuck even is that-"

"It means you're in debt," Jonah snorted, pressing a kiss to Leo's temple. Leo leaned against him, breathing out and taking a sip of his water.

Wendy and Bell drew straws to see who'd drive and Wen lost, so they all shuffled around, Jonah relegated to the backseat with Bell. He glanced nervously at Leo, but the blonde seemed relaxed, still a little pasty and gulping down uneasily, window rolled down to help with the nausea.

"So-" Jonah cleared his throat, looking at Bell. She was curled up next to him and had shoved her socked feet under Jon's thigh, the fishnet socks vanishing inside her wide leg pants, "I thought it was gonna be Luke picking us up?"

Bella scoffed, looking up from her phone, sunglasses perched on the tip of her nose, "he's bedridden," she rolled her eyes, "he caught some flu straight from hell... I thought you had realized? When you talked?"

Guilt washed over Jonah and he blushed, shaking his head. In truth, he could barely remember talking with Luke at all. He knew Lucas had been the first person he called and he knew he had been responsible for all privileges they got and organizing their flight back home... But Jonah had been far too distraught to remember their actual words.

"Sorry..."

Bella cringed, "he was sick as a dog, but now he's on the mend," she fiddled with the cords of her top, "he'll live. Vince is over there keeping him company, he's at the whiny stage."

Jonah snorted at the thought, Wendy doing the same.

"Poor Vin," Leo commented, then muffled a burp in his hand, "uhm... Can we pull over?...Soon?"

"Hold on!" Wendy squeaked, struggling to find a spot to pull over on the side of the road, "hold on hold on hold on-"

As soon as she managed to stop the car, Leo flung his door open and heaved loudly. Jonah cringed, moving so he could slot himself between the passenger and driver seat and rub his back. At least like this he couldn't see the vomit...

Leo hacked, coughing and bringing up a splash of something... Then he shut the door, taking the tissue Wendy was holding out for him and clumsily wiping his mouth, "okay-" when he spoke his voice was several notes too deep, shot by the stomach acid, "I'm good now, let's go."

"Are you sure?" Wendy raised a skeptical brow and Leo nodded, massaging his chest with an uneasy expression. He caught Jonah's worried look and sighed, leaning towards him so he could smush his cheek against Jonah's palm.

"I'm good," he said, more to Jon than anyone else, then to Wendy in an impatient tone, "let's go? I wanna see my cat."

Bella cringed, "uh about that...Angie is still holding JD hostage. She said she's only giving her back next week when she comes to Welton..."

[fadinglights]

“it wasn’t your fault.” minjun cannot blame natsu for having doubts when presented with such deliberately fabricated evidence, the digital images a cold and impersonal representation of something that never happened, even though he has never stepped out of line or wronged her in any way the past two years. he knows for a fact that people change, has heard too many romances that met their tragic deaths in the bar, the stories whispered like cautionary tales, to deny that bad things happen, but he’s not someone who’d cheat on a partner knowing that it’d cast a shadow over their lives for years. “that’s all i need to hear.” that she’s not going anywhere — it’s only now that he feels like he can breathe again, like he’s being more human than the pathetic, withering thing he was minutes ago. almost protests when she untangles herself from the embrace, the warmth of her body leaving him feeling cold and exposed, but obliges anyway when she begins leading them to the kitchen. “whatever works.” he answers truthfully, knowing that he doesn’t have much of an appetite anyway, the thought of food making him feel slightly nauseous, but he’d at least try if only to lift her worries for him, the desire to ease her mind stronger than his own discomfort. “you know i’d eat a raw onion if you’re the one who handed it to me, babe.” he attempts his usual jest in hopes to lighten the mood, though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes the way it used to.

❛ i am right here , minjun . i am not going anywhere , okay ?❜ a loving hand goes up and down his back , in yet another attempt to soothe him . now natsu could see how cloes they were to losing everything due to someone's influence . ❛ i am so sorry i didn't hear from you first . i promise it won't happen again . ❜ she swore to herself right then to never take another person's words without talking to minjun . after two years into their relationship , minjun gave her no reasons to not trust him entirely and she will continue to take that in consideration . the woman sincerely hopes he will accept her apology , as anyone could be misleaded in this situation and she truthfully regreted putting minjun in this position . ❛ i love , love, love you , my darling . i am not going anywhere , ❜ now it sounds more like a whisper , saidd next to his ear , where she gently kisses after professing her love for him . only time can heal what happened , but they can start by being honest and caring for each other . after another moment , natsu finally moves away from him but not entirely --- keeps one of his arms around her shoulders , while her own is hugging his waist , guiding him to the kitchen . once there , natsu waits for him to sit down . culinary skills aren't really part of the abilities she has , but the hired chef always leaves good things stored for days . ❛ what would you like to eat , my love ? something simple just so you feel a little better . ❜

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

T-T still too fuckin hot

I hate summer

[thebirdandhersong]

???? something something deep discomfort with body image is it generational?????????

[lemonynuggets]

being fictionkin can be so stupid sometimes. Yeah I don’t eat this food bc this fictional character that happens to be me went through horrors that had to do with this food but now I gotta make up an excuse to explain why I don’t eat it when people ask me about it.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snaplings sounds like dumplings lol

Asks that make me realize i havent eaten dumplings in months

[saltinesinsoup]

aghaghagghahggggggg me when my plans change and all of a sudden i have to figure out a new plan for my lunch ahghhhghhhh

[daz4i]

oh my god i woke up feeling physically sick and can't take a step without nearly falling over from dizziness. wish me luck with. being a person ig

[froggieboisposts]

I Am Going To Lose My Shit :)

[nerdie-faerie]

Bout to test this public WiFi

[fennopunk]

My wi-fi got shut down, as well as my ability to call or text certain numbers, until I pay my unpaid phone bills

I get money next time day after tomorrow and I'm almost completely broke until then

Thanks ADHD. Thanks a lot.

[more-glitter-more-pizzazz]

Do I feel alright?

No, not slightly

[fricks]

"how are you a virgin and this perverted?" ☆

your best friend geto looks like he's been accosted. eyes wide, jaw slack, face all but screwed up in surprise at the words that have just come out of your mouth. what was it you said you were reading about? triple penetration? he might pass out.

you can't help but laugh at the look he's giving you. "what? you didn't watch porn when you were still a virgin?"

without warning, he snatches your phone right out of your hand and squints at the screen. "my porn was tasteful," he tsks. "this is... uncouth."

"uncouth?" you try to take back your phone, just for him to roll over in bed and hold it out of reach. you're half on top of him in seconds, clawing at his bulky arm. "give it back!"

"what is dac..." he stifles a laugh at the way you try so desperately for your archive of erotica. "...dacryphilia?"

"you don't know? what, no game? no hoes? bitches?"

"i manage, thank you," he rolls the both of you over and pins you down against the mattress, which has your breath hitching in your throat for some reason. it makes him smirk like a fucking idiot. "what, nervous?"

no... yes? you don't know. suguru has never made you feel nervous... jittery, maybe. you'd use nauseous, in both the good and bad way. sometimes he gives you this look that makes you feel like you have food poisoning. your body seems to react to him at the extreme.

you've always been touchy with each other. your friendship has been physical since day one—if you aren't touching, you're not in the same room. it's just how it's always been, a hand on his arm as you walk together, or his arm around your shoulders when you're seated. it's... normal. familiar.

so this—suguru pinning you down by the wrists, his long black hair falling down to tunnel your vision right onto that pretty face of his—probably shouldn't get you this wet.

or wet at all, really.

"tears," you say, for some fucking reason. "dacryphilia, it's crying, or making someone cry. like being overstimulated, or... humiliated, to the point of tears. or just crying for the sake of it."

geto looks down at you, and you try not to watch the muscles of his arms bulge as he keeps you locked beneath him. "i know."

you frown. "you know?"

"i just wanted to hear you try and explain it," he laughs. "fucking pervert."

"i'm going to kill you slowly," you wriggle beneath him. "get off me, suguru."

"or what? you'll cry? i think you're into that..." he teases, and manages to shift both of your wrists into one hand so that he can reach for your phone again. he thumbs it open and resumes your 'history' tab with a shit-eating grin. "virginity loss... best friends to lovers... size kink... corruption... breeding? really?"

"shut the fuck up," you hiss. you buck your hips up, not to throw him off—because you can admit he's bigger, heavier and a whole lot stronger than you are—but out of pure frustration. except your movement only presses you tighter against where his thighs cage your hips, and you freeze. you think something pathetic leaves your lips, but you can't quite hear yourself over the mortification bubbling up in your chest.

"oh?" he notices, of course.you want to claw his stupid handsome face off. "don't tell me this is working for you."

"it's not," you snap. "you are so fucking full of yourself, geto."

"suguru," he corrects you. "say it properly. and by the look on your face right now i'd wager that you'd rather be the one full of me."

god you hate him sometimes. "embarrassing me isn't funny."

"it's a little funny."

"fuck you."

"you look like you'd love to," he lowers his hips a little, and for the first time in your life, you feel the weight of a rock-hard cock pressing against you. "tell me to stop and i will. we can go get food or something, forget this happened."

the switch in tone from teasing to gentle makes you smile, which makes keeping up the disgruntled act a lot harder. the thought of verbalising your need right now makes you nauseous, so you opt instead for a shake of your head.

"great," he nods, and slowly releases your wrists. "you can take that back whenever you want, just tell me and i'll back off."

"what are you..." you're cut off when suguru hands you your phone back with a scrunched up nose.

"read it," he says. "out loud. if you stop, i stop."

you're confused only until you check your screen and see that geto has opened up one of your most recently read pieces and scrolled down to a rather graphic scene of the main character being eaten out by her best friend. it's a little ironic, considering the state you're in, but you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed when your own best friend is kissing down your stomach and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts.

he's going to go down on you? but he's hard, and for as much porn as you've read, most of it depicts the guy taking what he wants.

"aren't you going to... you know? fuck me?"

your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift movement, and suguru buries his face in your thigh to stifle his laugh. his body shakes with the force of it, which makes you frown. your pussy is a few inches from his face, and he's laughing like the prospect of taking your virginity is funny.

"you couldn't take me," he smiles up at you. "now read."

suddenly self-conscious, you try clamp your thighs shut, just to (once again) find yourself pinned down by his strong arms. "this is weird," you whine. "you're my... i mean we... you know? friends. best friends."

holding eye contact, suguru slowly lowers himself down to press a chaste kiss to your clit. it's not much contact, but it makes you jolt nonetheless. doesn't feel like how you had imagined it when you'd lay in bed late at night with your nose in a book and your hand between your legs. this is... better. feels right.

"still weird?" he asks, to which you nod without really meaning it. "weird like your porn on that phone?"

"suguru i swear to god if you don't—oh my god."

you forgive that man for all of the teasing he'd one as soon as he gets to work on you. flattening out his tongue against your pussy and tasting you for the first time has him already grinding against the mattress, and has you squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process this new realm of pleasure. you're glad he doesn't tease you for being so wet, but that he instead uses it to his advantage and starts making an even bigger mess of you.

his lips latch around your clit for only a few seconds. he hollows out your cheeks and you think you might die with how overwhelming the sensation is, but it's over all too soon. geto pulls back to do two things:

one, tie his hair out of his face, and two, tell you to start reading.

not wanting to miss out on these newfound pleasures of the flesh, you unlock your phone and start on a random spot on the screen, your voice a lot more shaky than you want it to be.

"he, uh... he ducks down and licks a stripe from entrance to clit, collecting... collecting her wetness on his tongue and falling in love with the taste of her enjoyments."

suguru, suddenly good at following instructions, does as written and leads his tongue upwards. you moan at the contact, but notice suguru starting to pull away at your lack of reading, so you go on.

"she loves the way he feels. he kisses her, uh, sweet center, before continuing to use his tongue to toy with her."

you can feel suguru smiling against you. "sweet center?" he laughs, but continues his ministries nonetheless. you roll your eyes, this has been a lot better of a read when your brain was fogged with unsated need. longing for the man that is now between your legs.

"growing messy, his focus shifts to her clit. his tongue dances with the bud of nerves as he brings two fingers of his left hand, ring and all, and pushes them inside of her. curling upwards until she—"

"is that what you want?" suguru cuts you off.

"yeah, yes. i think. just go slow."

"keep reading."

you clear your throat as suguru starts tracing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. he looks a little silly doing that, you note as you glance down to enjoy the view for a moment, but god does it feel good.

"curling upwards until she's an ecstatic mess of fulfilled wants. he completes her, in both soul and now flesh. fills her with his fingers in preparation for his—oh god, suguru, right there."

you hadn't even noticed him pushing into you, you were that eager to feel more of him. his fingers curl up as described in your reading material and suddenly he's brushing over a spot you've never discovered on your own. it blurs your vision, sends your skin hot.

"can't.. can't read anymore," you whine, bucking your hips up in some masochistic need for more. anything bigger than this and you'd keel over, you think, but you'd take anything suguru was willing to give you. "gonna—"

he allows it. encourages it, even. quickens his pace on the fingers plunging in and out of you, and starts making out with your pussy like a drunken virgin would. it's good in a way that shouldn't be: messy and needy and you think perhaps that suguru is just as close to coming as you are.

your orgasm is intense. your back arching off the bed and your body trying hopelessly to get more of sugurus touch. you think you moan his name, though it could be a babbled string of 'i love you's that you'll refuse to acknowledge later on in hopes that giving you head wasn't enough to ruin your friendship.

suguru moans loudly against your pussy as he tastes your release, the vibrations no help for your sensitivity, but his hips are stuttering against the mattress and you can tell even through your haze that you've made the cocky idiot cum in his pants.

serves him right.

and because the two of you are friends before you are... whatever this is, the both of you are falling into a fit of laughter upon your comedowns. suguru's lips glisten and your chest heaves with each breath you take, and he's climbing up the bed to press a kiss to your cheek.

"better than reading about it?" he asks.

"nope," you grin, which earns you a mean look that soon gives way to another laugh from him. "you could do it again some time if you wanted, though."

"please. i want to find out what skills you've picked up reading all of that weird shit." he pulls you into his arms and, despite being a little sweaty, you find yourself melting comfortably into his embrace.

"you couldn't keep up with me," you sing-song.

"yeah? try me."

"ever heard of male sounding? whip it out, sugu."

"ha. shut the fuck up."

part two here

[yuribyrd]

Being hungry while having absolutely 0 appetite is the worst feeling in the world actually

[writingsbychlo]

WITHDRAWAL | theodore nott

summary; theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn't realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too.

word count; 3007

notes; just a cute, fluffy little piece based on something that I was tagged in about 2 months ago! unfortunately, I cannot find the original post or tagger, but if it's you, please let me know!!

If there was one thing about Theodore Nott that couldn't be denied, it was that he loved with everything he had. 

He loved his friends; he was loyal to a fault and he’d never let them down. He loved his family, he wrote over fifteen letters a week to all his aunties and cousins, and still held onto his mother’s recipe book, even to this day. 

And he loved, adored, his girlfriend with everything that he had. He’d do anything for her, crawl across hot coals if she asked, give up his magic and his money and his legacy, just to make her happy. She’d never asked as such of him, still blushed when he pulled out his wallet when they shopped and smiled brighter than the sun when he gave her a handmade card or something he’d cooked. So, to his eyes, it didn’t seem all that much when he decided to give up smoking for her. 

She hadn't asked him to, never even pulled a face when he smoked. But Theo was damn sick of trying to blow the smoke away from her when she joined him at the astronomy tower, cuddled up to his chest, because he didn’t want that poison near her. He hated watching her shiver on the colder nights, he hated waking her in the middle of the night when he got up to satiate that itch, and he hated thinking of a future where he left her too soon, running short on time, because he ruined himself.

He chucked his last box into the fireplace one impulsive morning, and thought he might go cold turkey. He’d been so moody by lunchtime that he’d almost bitten Enzo’s head off over the way he pronounced ‘tomato’. That afternoon, he’d ditched his classes and trudged through the snow to the floo connection at the Hog’s Head, and picked up enough nicotine patches from a muggle supply store to knock out a fully grown Hippogriff.

He’d torn the packaging off of one in the grimy restroom at the back of the store and slapped it onto his bicep, and almost collapsed from the relief it gave him. It wasn’t nearly as effective as picking up a packet from the newsagent’s stand he’d passed would’ve been, but as soon as his fingers had twitched to pick up a box, your face had flashed through his mind. Your face, smiling at him, your face that morning telling him how proud you were of him when he’d shared his goals in hopes of support, and it was enough to deter him from the purchase.

You were his strength, once again, as you’d always been.��

And truly, you were so proud of Theo. Changing his patches for him every evening, in time with that first one. Reading up on the muggle solutions, and making sure you were fully versed on how to help him. Keeping him busy seemed to help, when he got bored, his eyes started flicking towards the door, and the slight irritability he’d been able to keep a lid on pretty well would begin to flare up. For the most part, he’d been staying at your dorm, in an active attempt to keep away from Mattheo, who wasn’t quite ready to give up his comfortable vice just yet. 

Unfortunately, as the days went on, while Theo seemed to be handling it just fine, you were struggling. The irritability grew, even Draco’s breathing was making you want to snap pencils in half in the library, or throw Enzo off the astronomy tower if he scraped his fork on his plate one more time. You were ravenous, and nauseous, all at the same time. You wanted to eat everything but could hardly hold it down. You were dizzy, and fatigued, and your grades were going to start slipping if this continued, because it had been almost a week since you’d been able to concentrate on any thought longer than a minute, never mind a whole class. 

And now, you were lying in bed, rubbing at your eyes angrily but unable to sleep as you stared at the ceiling. Theo, for once, was sleeping soundly beside you. Since giving up smoking, his sleep patterns had been getting better, while yours were getting worse by the night. Almost a week, and you’d barely gotten nine hours of sleep put together. 

When you shuffled again, pressing yourself a little closer to Theo as you rolled onto your side, he began to surface. The arm over your midriff tightened, pulling you in until your hips were bracketed against his, and he chuckled sleepily into your neck. Burying himself in, he pressed a kiss there, and another, and another. The rough pounding of your heart settled as you clasped Theo’s hand in your own, holding them to your chest as he littered your shoulder with kisses. 

At your sigh, he rolled you over, propping himself up on his elbow and yawning. Shaking his hand free from your own, he stroked the back of a finger along your cheek, and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. As his hand settled on the side of your neck instead, yours slipped up to cup his jaw, and you melted into the tender love he offered you in the darkest hours. 

“What’s wrong, tesoro? Why are you awake?”

“Why are you awake?” you rebuffed, fingers lifting to comb through his hair, to push it back out of his eyes as he blinked himself a little more awake.

He shrugged, “This is about the time I’d normally go for a smoke.” He murmured, and your eyes flickered to the clock. 

You knew well enough the schedule Theo used to keep while smoking. Your timetable had slowly synched to it over the time you’d been dating. He’d wake up during the night, at some point around two, and disappear for a smoke. He’d take twenty minutes, or thirty if he bumped into Mattheo, and then he’d come back to bed. 

You didn’t mind the disturbance. Not when he’d come back slightly chilled from the night air and snuggle in close to you, wrapping himself around you.

“Actually, this is the time you’d normally come back from having a smoke, and give me my midnight kisses.”

“Is that why my girl is so restless tonight? Because I owe her some kisses?” He teased, leaning down until your noses were bumping, and you could taste the mint on his breath. Normally, he tasted like smoke, not toothpaste, and the shock of his warm lips instead of cold ones made you hum. 

The languid kisses melted the time away, his hand sliding up your shirt, sitting on your ribs and squeezing softly as he lowered himself down, covering your body with his own. Theo had always been your comfort, and your happy place. Being in his arms made you feel safe, and his kisses made you feel relaxed. As he licked his way into your mouth lazily, you anticipated the hazy blur of relaxation that usually followed when he kissed you. 

But, like usual recently, it never came. Instead, when he finally pulled back, and pecked the tip of your nose, he found you frowning, instead of smiling up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” You huffed, frustrated at yourself, at your confusion and the growing irrational irritation. “It’s not the same.”

“What’s not the same, bella?”

“Your… your kisses.” Your words trailed to a whisper, knowing he wouldn't understand, and the hurt that flickered across his face made your heartbreak. 

“They’re not?”

“No. I don’t know why.” His lips curled further at the sides, and the look on his face made you want to cry. It made you hate yourself, aggressively, and if you could tear out your own heart and give it to him just to see him smile again, you would. Just another thing you’d been suffering with lately, an overwhelm of your emotions, worse than any mood swing you got when you were on your period. “It’s not you, Teddy, it’s me. You’re still my happy place, you’ve done nothing wrong. It’s me. I’m the problem.”

“You’re not a problem, bella. But we should figure it out. I don’t want to… kiss you wrong, and see that look on your face. What’s different, tell me what’s changed?” His sweet words made tears prickle at your eyes, and you sniffed sadly as you looked at him. 

“I love you so much, Theo.”

“I know, tesoro. I love you too.” His thumb smoothed over your cheek, “Tell me.”

“I don’t know!” Your snap made his eyes widen. “You’re just… different. You don’t kiss the same way, you used to get all needy when you came back from a smoke, but you don’t anymore, and you taste different! You taste like mint right now, and it just doesn’t make me feel the same way afterwards.”

Your words were jumbled and hurried, rushed out as you smoked them and his brows furrowed as he tried to decipher what you meant. Second ticked by into silent minutes as Theo’s wonderful mind ticked and whirred, thinking the problem through, and playing with the information. Then, before you could say anything else, something clicked. You could see it in his eyes, when the gears stopped turning and the thoughts stopped flowing because he’d found the answer. 

Pulling away from you, he sat up, kicking back the covers and letting in the cold air, before moving across the room and shuffling through his gym kit left in the corner. Pulling out a nicotine packet from the box inside, he shook it out, using his teeth to tear open the packet as he made his way back to the bed. Sitting yourself up, you propped yourself in the pillows as he peeled off the plastic backing, and tried to unstick his fingers from it, holding it by the corners. 

“You’ve only had your patch on for nine hours, Teddy, it’s not time to change yet.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and settling in beside you on the bed, legs folded underneath himself. “This isn’t for me, bella. Take off your shirt.” 

Slipping your arm out of your shirt, you pushed it to the side, watching as Theo brushed cotton fibres off of your shoulder, before sealing the patch onto your skin. He made sure it was properly sealed down, flattening it to your skin, before feeding your arm back through the sleeve of your shirt. He smoothed the top back down your torso, pressing a cheeky kiss to your breast over your heart as he did, and sitting back on his legs to wait. 

“Give it a second, then tell me how you feel.” He whispered, the moment feeling entirely too fragile as his hand took yours, fingers linked together. He kissed along your knuckles, his eyes locked on your face, waiting. And the moment you felt it hit, you knew he saw it too. 

It was like a cool, soothing balm over a raw, aggravated wound. It felt like running cold water on a new burn or healing a painful graze with a quick Episky. “Oh, Merlin…”

“I know, tell me about it.” He mumbled, the smile on his face at victoriously solving the problem melting away as realisation set in. “Cazzo, bella, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You have a nicotine addiction, and it’s my fault. All that time you spent with me at the tower, and the smoke on me, and kissing you as soon as I finished smoking. All your moodiness these last few days—”

“Hey!”

“It’s true, baby. It all makes sense.” He rubbed a hand over his face, and squeezed your hand tighter in the other. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I quit because I didn’t want this to happen to you, I didn’t want my problems to poison you, but it’s too late.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me, Teddy.” You demand again, pulling him in, and his mouth collides with yours as he makes a subtle groan of surprise and pleasure. 

His hand gripped the headboard behind you, the other skimming down your side. As you leaned back into the pillows, you took him with you, his body falling over your own, slotting between your thighs as our hearts thudded together where his chest pressed to yours. Your hands slid over his shoulders, skimming down his back, and he moaned again as your fingernails scraped across his lower back as you tugged at his shirt. 

He sat up, letting you pull it off of him, before his arms were back, caging you in on either side as he fell back down against you. Pulling one of your legs up to sit on his hip, he dragged himself away from your mouth, trailing wet kisses down your jaw, to the pulse point on your neck and back up. 

“Merde, bella. What’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining.”

“You’re perfect, Theo.” You smiled, leaning up to steal more kisses from his lips that he was happy to reciprocate, “You’re perfect, your kisses are perfect. I knew it was me, not you. I was the problem.”

“A problem I gave you,” He groaned, his hips rolling against your own as you giggled breathlessly. 

“Yeah, whatever. Now we’re quitting together. That’s the promise we made, we do everything together, right?”

“Damn right, tesoro.” He growled, teeth nipping at the underside of your jaw, as he began to make his way down your body. Your fingers were loose in his hair, settling back in the pillows, eyes slipping closed as he kissed along the insides of your thighs, teasingly. Finally, your body could relax, no longer tense and buzzing, but the foggy comfort of the night made your muscles ease into the bed, your body feeling heavy, and you sighed in bliss. 

Theo mumbled something, and you let your legs fall a little further apart, but your grip on consciousness was falling further and further away as the nicotine coursed through your body, finally letting you ease into sleep you’d missed for days.

“Bella,” Theo said, his voice sharper, and you stirred, working hard to force your eyes open, but they’d only made it halfway. His hair was ruffled, eyes wide and lips swollen, but his smirk melted away from his face into a tender smile as he looked down at you. 

“Sorry, what’d you say, baby?” The words slurred out of you, and he chuckled. His fingers unhooked from the sides of your shorts, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “M’sorry, I’m so sleepy all of a sudden.”

“S’okay, bella. Never apologise. C’mere, let’s just cuddle.”

Tucking your body into his, you shuffled your hips back into him, and he threw his leg over yours as he held you tight to his body. “You’re hard.”

“It’ll go down, don’t worry.” He snickered, kissing the back of your head. “S’your fault anyway.”

“Sorry…” You whispered, again, sleepily. “I’ll make it up t’you t’morrow.”

“Go to sleep, amore.”

But you’d already drifted off.

It was just as you were closing your History of Magic book, that Theo announced his presence in the common room as he walked in alongside Mattheo. They were loud, and raucous, and thankfully, you were less inclined to bite their heads off for it today. 

In fact, alongside Enzo, you’d been able to catch up on all of the History homework you’d been missing out on for the last week or so, getting you back on track for at least one of your subjects. 

“Patch change time, bella!” Theo announced, making his way over to you as he untucked his shirt and began to undo the buttons down the front. Tugging the tie out of the way, he crashed down ungracefully onto the couch beside you, Mattheo nudging Draco to move up so he could sit down too. 

This had become a regular part of your routine now, and you pushed the edges of his half-unbuttoned shirt aside to reveal the patch sitting on the middle of his left pectoral. Picking at one corner, you peeled it away gently, careful not to tug on his skin as you did, and Theo watched on adoringly in silence as you took care of him. Unwrapping a new patch, you brushed off the spot, before sticking a new patch onto him and smoothing down the bandage. 

He patted it himself, before doing a couple of the buttons on his shirt back up for modesty, as though he hadn't already given half of the common room a show, before he leaned in to peck your lips. His fingers fell to the buttons of your shirt, and he began to undo them slowly. “Your turn.”

He undid just enough to reveal your shoulder, without letting anyone else catch a glimpse of anything underneath, and as he leaned down to begin peeling away the old patch, you caught Enzo’s confused expression. 

“Why are you wearing a patch?” He asked, and Theo laughed to himself quietly as he changed your old one out. 

“Because loverboy here got me addicted too, through kisses and secondary smoke.”

The others burst out laughing, unfettered by your glaring as they made kissy sounds and crude remarks, while Theo buttoned your shirt back up. Your glare turned to him as you caught sight of his smile, and he shrugged, a lopsided smile on his lips. “What can I say, bella? I’m just that good.”

“Oh, shut it,” You smacked his chest, and he took your hand, tugging you forward to cuddle you into his chest as he kissed your temple. 

“I happen to think it’s adorable that as a by-product of how you got addicted, that means you were addicted to me.”

“Mhmm.” Your eyes rolled, and he squeezed you even tighter. 

“You had me addicted to you without any substances at all, bella. Just you.”

“Alright,” You scoff, “Stop sweet-talking me.”

“Never.”

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 4, Part 3

Masterpost, (pls no editing or concrit. I am still ill, editing is hard)

“Go deep sea fishing, mother fucker!”

Well, that was sure a phrase to wake up to. Danny wasn’t convinced that someone in the room had actually said it. Maybe he was having a lingering dream. The hand in his hair was nice though.

It was nice to be touched.

So many of that Titans were easy with their touch. Kori was constantly hugging people or draping herself over their shoulders. Nightwing was the same, but he’d also just touch people as he passed them, like he was taking count. Gar loved to sit on a couch with people as an animal. Cyborg was big on high-fives and Donna clasps on shoulders. Raven wasn’t a toucher, but somehow Danny knew that she was reaching out to her teammates in her own way. He wondered how Wally would be, once he was back. He looked like a hugger.

Danny’s pillow shook with laughter. Not wanting to actually be awake yet, Danny turned his face further towards the darkness with a little mumble of noise. The hand scratched satisfyingly against his scalp.

“Is he awake?”

“I don’t really think so,” Danny’s pillow said, “but I think it’s going that way.”

“Good timing, pizza will be here soon!” Another voice chirped.

“You have to make sure he eats.” That was Flash. He could tell by the static hum.

“We will,” the Pillow said. “Gar’s been good about that.”

“Course I have,” replied who must be Gar.

Gar… gar gar gar, gar fish! Beast Boy. Beast Boy had been feeding Danny. His food was pretty good and the vegan stuff was easy on Danny’s stomach. He’d been nauseous on and off since Flash showed up to haunt him.

“Wally,” an accented voice said. Oh, Kori, right. Who was Wally? “It is still your turn.”

“Yeah, but my acting hands are a little busy.” Oh. Oh. Flash was Wally?

Wally.

That fit him, Danny thought. Wally. Cheerful. Also dealing with him has been a real ‘where’s Waldo’ sort of thing. Danny’s own bad joke made him laughter. The snicker was smothered by his pillow.

“Everything good over there, Dick?”

“Probably!” the Pillow said. The Pillow was named Dick?

Danny rolled over enough to peer up at the person he was resting on. It was Nightwing. Or Nightwing without his mask. Unmasked Nightwing was called Dick?

‘Nightwing is a real Dick.’

Really?

“Really?” Danny asked out load. He twisted until he could see Flash. Wally. Whichever. Sure, he as looking at Wally upside down, but he still tried for a scowl. “Really? You secret code to get me into the tower was a joke about his name?”

Wally shrugged. “What? Knowing a hero’s secret identity is a big thing and you didn’t even know you knew. I thought it was pretty prefect, and besides, it worked!”

“I can’t believe you,” Danny said.

“No, this is peak Wally,” Raven interjected dryly. “It’s very much a thing he would do.”

Danny blinked upside down at the rest of the crowd. All of the Titans that had come to support and wait for the Flash were gathered around, sitting on stools and pillows in a semi circle around several pile of cards.

“Are those Uno cards? Aren’t you playing Go Fish?”

“Super Mega Ultra Go Fish!” Gar said, complete with jazz hands.

“Right, what is—no, wait!” Danny spread an arm out, stopping himself. He slipped a little, though Nightwing made sure he didn’t fall, bless him. “Knowing a hero’s secret identity is a big deal! Why are all of you using real names?”

Nightwing—Dick—shrugged and Danny shifted with the motion. “Because we trust you and wearing a mask all the time sucks.”

Danny blinked up at him. “What?”

“You were a hero too, Raven likes your vibe, you nearly killed yourself to help Wally, and you’re kind,” Dick said like that explained it. “We trust you.”

“Oh. Okay?” Danny still didn’t get it, but what else was there to say? “Now what the fuck is Super Mega Ultra Go Fish?”

“You have to do the jazz hands,” Raven said.

With her usual deadpan tone, Danny didn’t know if she was joking or not.

He did the jazz hands anyways.

“Super Mega Ultra Go Fish—” Gar did Jazz hands “—is the Titan’s special version of Go Fish. It’s been developed over many years of friendly games, brutal arguments, post battle insomnia, and one very boring abduction by aliens. We add a new word each time it goes through a major shift, so this is version four!”

“Right,” Danny said, drawing the word out. “And there are Uno cards?”

“And flash cards!”

“Trivial pursuit cards if you’re unlucky.”

“Candy Land—”

“That explains the monopoly board, I guess,” Danny mumbled.

“—and one of Raven’s old oracle decks if shit gets really weird.”

“Y’all are way too proud of yourselves,” Danny said. After a beat he added, “and are so teaching me how to play.”

“Yes!” Gar cheered. “Super Mega Ultra Go Fish has a new player in town!”

“After food,” Dick said, looking at his phone. “Pizza is here. Danny, do you think that if we all move upstairs that Wally will stay around?”

Danny tilted his head in thought. “I think so? It’s always been about his proximity to me, right Fl—Wally?”

“Yep. It’s like you’re my focus point. I don’t know if the machine expands that though based on its location. We can only figure it out if we try though,” Wally said.

“Okay, I missed a lot of that,” Cyborg said. “Translation?”

Danny paused in sitting up. “Huh?”

“Wally is staticy to us. We don’t get every word of what he’s saying,” Dick explained as he reached out to steady Danny.

“Oh that’s… huh. Something to look into. Um, I’m Wally’s focal point but the machine might expand things to you all. We won’t know what the anchor is, me of the machine, until we try,” Danny explained. “Or that’s basically it.”

“But if he disappears, we can get him back?” Kori asked.

Danny nodded and finished sitting up with a little waver. “Yeah. He won’t really disappear, I’ll be tied to him, it will just be y’all's perception of him.”

Kori nodded back. “Okay, then we try.”

“Then we try,” Wally agreed and came to stand by Danny.

If he could have taken Wally’s hand, he would have. Instead he walked out through the door, to the elevator, and rode it up. Everyone else watched Wally so intently that he started to fidget.

They reached the personal floor.

The elevator dinged.

Wally was still there.