#female sickie

[boysbellyrubs]

Eve Carsickness

now i know i said i had no inspiration but this idea was too good to not write. my girl Eve gets tortured today, with her being so stoic and serious i thought car sickness was the perfect way for her to get sick.

But this one does end a bit funky cause I didn't know what to do, i hope the rest of the story makes up for the shitty ending.

Eve reminds me of Akaashi from haikyuu personality wise honestly. okay enough talking.

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It had started with a fluttery feeling in her stomach. Small enough to ignore but big enough to warrant a little concern. She knew she got carsick on rare occasions, and it seems this was one of them. Eleanor driving and Eve riding shotgun, the windy roads in front of them was enough to set her dormant sickness into motion. 

Speaking of motion, every time the car even as much as turned a small corner, the feeling inside her increased. Eventually, the rough roads and sharp turns flipped her stomach every which way. She grit her teeth, she could do this. 

Eleanor, being ever perceptive, picked up on her discomfort, “Eve, honey, you’ve gone even quieter than normal. Is something the matter?” 

Eve shook her head, still trying to hold onto her last shred of dignity, “I’m good.” Her voice betrayed her. She knew she could keep up an act of normalcy, but carsickness was her one foil. 

“Really? It doesn’t sound like it.” Eleanor teased, still focused on the road to notice Eve’s pale face. 

Eve didn’t respond. She had squeezed her eyes shut during the conversation and had no intent on opening them again. Her belly tossed her breakfast, moving in time with the car. She gripped the underside of her seat as a hot flush washed over her. 

She was acutely aware of everything happening inside her, and she wished she wasn’t. Slowly the feeling built until a sickly gurgle emanated from her middle and she hunched over it. No point in hiding it now. 

“El..” She tried. It was far too quiet over the sound of the engine, but she didn’t know if she could speak any louder. Opening her mouth wider would only make her gag, and she wanted to get out of the car before she did that. 

Her stomach gurgled again, a disgusting noise that drained the last colour in her face. She swallowed thickly, “El, can you pull over.” 

“Huh?” 

“Pull over, please.” She pleaded. As the sentence ended she had to clap a hand over her mouth as her stomach revolted. Another gurgle and she gagged into her hand, a splash of vomit coating her tongue. She shivered with disgust. 

Eve couldn’t hear what Eleanor was saying, but the violent turn of the car said all she needed to hear. Her stomach rolled again and she fought the urge to gag, squeezing her jaw together. 

She heard the car door slam and then Eleanor was next to her, pulling her out of the car. She barely opened her eyes to make sure she wasn’t puking all over her own feet and let her mouth open. 

A wave of vomit poured from her mouth, and she coughed which only dislodged a larger wave to come up. She braced her hands on her knees and spat a glob of bile and spit to the ground. She breathed once, and another heave erupted from her throat. More puke splashed into the puddle below her and she stumbled, the dizziness now catching up to her. 

“Woah, let’s try not to pass out babe.” Eve tried to smile, but she was exhausted. Vomiting took it out of her every time, and she just wanted to collapse to the dirty ground and stay there. 

She tried to indicate that she wanted to sit down, and she thanked the heavens that Eleanor was smart as she felt the solid ground under her. She crossed her legs and hung her head, trying desperately to not vomit again. 

Eleanor brushed her hair back, gently taking her glasses off, “Are we alright?” 

Eve shook her head, breathing heavily as she felt the remnants of her breakfast still having a brawl inside her stomach. She knew she only had to vomit once more but it wasn’t happening. 

“El, I have to vomit again.” She gripped her knees, her belly letting out another wet gurgle. 

“What’s stopping you?” Eleanor asked, puzzled as ever. 

Eve was beyond embarrassed. She hated feeling sick and being so out of character. It made her feel stupid, like all of her effort to appear strong went to waste, she didn’t want pity or sympathy. Being sick stripped her of that, it made her vulnerable. 

All her spiralling brought upon the final gag she needed to finally rid this feeling. She coughed wetly, tears stung her eyes. Eleanor had carefully removed her glasses at some point, so she was free to rub her eyes harshly. She wanted to crawl into her hands. 

Eleanor stood next to her, rubbing her back softly. She knew how Eve got when she was ill. She tried her best to comfort her, but Eleanor knew that there wasn’t much that could be done. She just had to stay with her, saying too much or being too overbearing would only cause Eve to feel worse. 

The wind picked up a little, raising goosebumps in both women. Eleanor shivered, “Right, you feeling up for getting back in the car?” 

Eve stayed silent. She slowly rubbed away her remaining tears and with a sigh, she straightened. The world was fuzzy and it was almost calming. Being able to take her glasses off and make everything fade away was satisfying. She turned to her girlfriend to find a knowing look on her face. She smiled, leaning forward to peck the tip of Eve’s nose. 

“Ready?” Eleanor repeated. 

Eve nodded, not wanting her voice to spoil her peace. She grabbed Eleanor’s hand, soft yet strong. She swayed a little when she stood up but was righted quickly by Eleanor. Getting back into the car was even worse, knowing that eventually she would throw up again and they’d have to do this whole ordeal over. Eve’s face crumpled, a new wave of tears washing ashore her eyes. 

Eleanor stopped what she was doing, now coming to look straight on at Eve, “Hey, hey what are you crying for? Are you gonna throw up again?” 

“No, it’s not that,” She began; her voice wobbling like a child’s, “I just don’t want to get back in the car and then end up throwing up again. I don’t want to do that again.” Making eye contact was nearly impossible. 

Eleanor sighed, void of annoyance, “My love, I know how much you hate vomiting, but we can’t stay here forever. If you start feeling sick again, it’ll be okay. We can pull over and I’ll help you.” 

Eve tried her hardest to believe her, but with everything that had happened it was too difficult for her to think rationally. She shook her head, slouching into the seat and folding her arms. She felt silly, she was acting like a child. She looked away from her girlfriend and said nothing more. 

She felt Eleanor’s stare, but thankfully she moved away. The car trip was silent after that. 

[murderousink23]

02/06/2023 is Tu B'Shevat 🌳🇮🇱, Sami National Day 🇳🇴, National Lame Duck Day 🦆🇺🇲, National Frozen Yogurt Day 🍦🇺🇲, Ice Cream for Breakfast Day 🍨🇬🇧, National Sickie Day 🤒🇬🇧, International Day of Zero Tolerance to Female Genital Mutilation 🇺🇳

[totallytatum]

IF HEAVEN IS REAL - G.S

SYNOPSIS satoru's most valued time is spent with you and he'll do anything to make you happy. even if you attempt to convince him carving your initials into a tree will promise you guys a forever.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader 

Content. petnames, fluff, icky sicky sweet fluff, reader is implied as female, reader is mentioned to have hair, length not implied, reader is basically a blank slate.

Word count. 0.948

A/N. i've had this idea all day but couldn't force myself to decided how i wanted to start it. hope it satisfies you my sweethearts not proof read but they never are. and forever unsure how i feel about this.

GOJO SATORU never got nervous. It's just something that never happened. Always sprouting that goofy smile, the same one you adore to this day. In comparison to the sun - you think his smile would out shine the sun. But as you look back at him now - sun glasses perched up on his nose, a lazy smile, hair tousled everywhere you can confirm that him alone out shines the blazing star.

" you're cute, " he hummed softly, a relaxed chuckle following suit. His fingers extended out towards yours, fingertips barely hooking onto each other. " what do you say back there? " you questioned. hooking the tips of your fingers together tighter you turned your attention back to the trail.

" i said you look like a fruit. "

without glancing back a soft laugh escaped your lips, " oh, i'm sure that's what you said. "

This is what he enjoyed the most. His soft times with you where he didn't have to be the strongest, the honored one. He could just be Satoru, your 'toru. Sometimes if feels like a daydream to him, to the both of you. To be able to just bask in each other's company without a care in the world, like a normal couple, like normal people. " I promise sweetheart, that it what I did say. I know because I said it. "

You let out a small buzz before dropping his hand and darting towards your destination. In the small clearing the sun beamed down, filling the space with warmth, hung from an old tree branch was the make shift swing satoru made you from three visits ago. This was you spot, your and his.

You took a seat on the swing, pushing off the ground slightly and lifting your legs up. The sun stared down on you, this is what satoru calls your golden hour. You were most happiest here. The small clearing with the homemade swing made by him, his hands. It was made with love, pure innocent love. " Push me 'toru. " You dipped your head back, you hair had fallen and sways easily in the air.

He had finally caught up to you, with your head dipped back and him behind you satoru leaned down. Satoru was so close you could feel his breaths against your lips, " anything for you, my love anything at all. " It was a soft whisper, just loud enough for you. His hands glided softly over yours before he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. Satoru stood up straight before giving the swing a slight nudge.

Silence stood between you two. It wasn't an unwelcome quietness, it was one were you could just enjoy each other in the presence of just you two.

" Do you wanna know what I heard? " Your voice was so delicate, legs swung in front of you, as you gazed at the sky. " Hmm? " Satoru questioned, still pushing lightly. " I heard that if you carve your name into a tree your love lasts forever. In every universe and then some. Since you know trees are like everlasting basically. " Oh? " Is that right sweetheart? " You let out a soft ' mhm ' before casting a glance over at him. " So we must do it right? In every universe and then some? "

" In every universe and then some. "

That's how the two of you found yourselves staring the freshly carved heart with your initials. A choppy hearty engrossed the letters, only because you insisted. The tree chosen was the one that the swing was tied too. It made sense, a gift made from love connect to you endlessly with your names written in the stars. Your fingers danced over the fresh carving, for a very long time this will be a reminder that satoru is yours as much as your are his. That your love is innocent but a force that cannot be reckoned with. That even though he is the honored one, world's strongest he is still just a boy who has a whole lot of love to give and you're just lucky enough to receive it.

" Can we stay here forever? You and I? "

Now laid out in the center of the clearing, the small place where the sun blazed down. Your fingers frolicked in the grass, feeling the soft plush greenery. You never wanted to leave. The sun felt to nice, the space around you was to peaceful. And the boy next to you was the best thing to stare at. Satoru's fingers gently brushed against your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, " whatever you want, " his forehead pressed into yours, " whatever you want, I'll make happen. You can count on it. "

For hours, satoru and you lounged in the sun, allowing yourselves to soak up the warmth from the sun and each other. Neither of you spoke much, eyes said too much. The conversation flowed constantly with just looks. Before satoru your life felt like it had no proper meaning, it was dull and it leaked in pure sadness. Satoru had been your greatest gift and blessing in disguise. His goofy personality might annoyed others, for instance nanami , but he would never be annoying to you. He was patient and kind, he knew more about what you were feeling half the time than you did. He was a hopeless romantic who had so much love to give and you were more than happy to be on the receiving end.

You glanced at the tree once more, spotting the art that now decorated in, closing your eyes and pushing further in satoru, you let out a soft hum, " in every universe and then some. i will find you every time and always meet you here. "

[acidxinxwonderland]

you're bound to get burnt

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: On an outing to meet your friends for dinner with Freddy, you find yourself getting a bit frisky underneath the table. This inevitably leads you to a punishment from your lovely boyfriend.

Word Count: 6.8K

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, Public Play (sorta), Female Reader, Top Freddy, bottom reader, Orgasm Denial, Light Bondage, Discipline, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Bratty Reader, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Vibrators, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Butt Plugs, you made feddy angy, Dom/sub, No Beta We Die Like Afton, Praise Kink, Large Cock A/N: Long time no see! I have brought you a meal right off the stove, it's a big one too!

This poor one shot has been sitting on the back burner for far too long, finally got the motivation to finish it.

It's not completely polished, I'm quite sicky and my head feels funny. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

AO3 link if that's more of your style: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52475623

Tonight was the night to celebrate one of your friends, Emily, graduating from college. It was just a small get together, you, Freddy and a handful of others were heading to a nice restaurant to share some drinks and talk over good food. 

There was no denying you’re elated, a bounce in your step as the two of you walk hand in hand to the main entrance. Every time you frantically looked up at Freddy you could see his eyes laden with both adoration and amusement, he couldn’t blame you; it was only a few months ago Freddy’s sentience was proven and he gained rights. Since it was all so fresh, the two of you haven’t been out together very often, it was basically like dating a celebrity. 

Yet this was the night for you to dress up and spend time with your boyfriend, who can’t eat, but at least gains gratification for you enjoying a simple pleasure of life such as this one. You had a feeling this was going to be perfect.

The two of you walk into the restaurant and not to your surprise, heads turn. Freddy immediately stops in place once he notices all the eyes on the both of you, leaning down to talk quietly near your ear.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright with…” His glowing optics dart around the room. “All these eyes?” 

You look around yourself, a heavy feeling settles on your chest at the people who were blatantly staring at the two of you or trying their best to avoid the sight. You almost regretted everything, wearing your prettiest dress and doing your makeup, helping Freddy pick out a nice button up and pants to wear. Although you feel a squeeze on your hand from the bear and all those strong feelings are pushed down as you look up to see kind optics. 

“We can turn around if need be.” He was confident in his words, showing that he was willing to do anything to keep you comfortable. 

You feel that familiar flutter in your heart, the kind that reminds you why you fell in love with Freddy in the first place.

“You know what? Fuck it.” You finally say, looking forward only to be brought right back to him with the squeeze of your hand that was clearly a warning. 

“Language, superstar.” His tone was mixed with both sternness and admiration, you give him an apologetic smile. “Although I am very proud of you for pushing through this. We got this.” 

You nod your head firmly. “Yeah we do. Let’s get in there and kill it!” 

“Yes! Although without killing anything, preferably.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as the two of you finally make your way to the server. You couldn’t tell if he was doing a really good job at keeping it all together or if he truly just didn’t care less about Freddy’s presence. 

Once you give him your friend's name he leads you to the table. It was a bit secluded in the corner, your friends already sitting around the large, round table and looking down at their menus. 

“There you guys are!” Emily says with a big smile, rising from her seat to give you a warm embrace.

“Hey! Congratulations.” You reply, taking a step back to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks, couldn't have done it without your emotional support.” The ginger glances at Freddy, smiling warmly. “And you too big guy - get over here.” 

“We are always happy to help.” Freddy envelopes Emily into a hearty hug, leaving a big smile on your face from the heart warming sight.

After exchanging greetings with your three other friends, Freddy graciously pulls out a chair for you. As you take your seat he settles down beside you. 

There is a big smile on your face, you probably looked ridiculous despite the loving look the animatronic bear had on his features that told you otherwise. Part of you wishes it was just the two of you but you know this won’t be the last time you dine out with him. 

Drawing your chair closer to him, a pang of sympathy hits you—wishing he could partake in something as simple as enjoying a meal. He always insists he's content just watching you savor each bite, but you can't shake off the lingering thought in the back of your mind.

“What should I have?” You hum out, enjoying the way your arms brushed together. “All of this doesn’t seem very… Appetizing.”

“Of course it doesn’t, because it isn’t my cooking.” He says in this playful tone. “Hm… Why not the cheeseburger? You always seem to enjoy that!” 

“Mm, yeah, but only when you make it. You really did ruin other people making food for me.” 

He lets out a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer towards his metal frame. “You’ll be alright.” 

You enjoy the closeness, his perfect mechanized laugh and the coolness of his metal that invigorates you. It was safe to say you’re utterly in love, with other relationships the honeymoon stage has never lasted this long. 

A waiter comes by to take your orders, he was close to asking what Freddy wanted but evidently stopped himself. It wasn’t long until your food came to the table, your cheese burger looked decent enough. Your friends immediately called you out for ordering something so simple but like always, Freddy went right on their cases, speaking in a matter of fact tone why you chose what you wanted. 

Conversation around the table flows seamlessly and you find yourself having a wonderful time, relishing in the company of others but especially Freddy’s. He was just so close to you, sometimes it made you frustrated how hard your heart still pounds whenever you’re near.

Irrevocably in love is what you are, nothing could hold a flame towards how you feel about him; of all of the people in the world you chose him to be your life partner. You appreciate him and everything he does, and now more than ever you have the desire to show him just how much you worshiped him.

An idea sparks in your mind, a very daring one. A plan that might catch Freddy off guard, yet welcome it all at the same time. With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you prepare to turn this thought into action.

Your hand starts off by just laying on his large thigh, it was clear he thought nothing of it, but once you trailed up a little more his head snapped over to you. You look up at him to give him a soft smile only to be greeted with a look of warning in glowing blue eyes. A gaze you know all too well. 

There was something that always bubbled up whenever he looked at you like this, a feeling of pure defiance. You turn your attention back to your friends, acting as if you were doing nothing wrong as your hand nudged upwards just a little further. 

You’re getting close to what you desire to touch, feeling your thighs push together at the mere thought of his heavy cock. You are having a hard time keeping focus, your pinkie just about to brush against him until you hear a deep, gravelly voice whisper against your ear, “You know very well you’re playing with fire superstar. Are you looking to get burnt?” 

There is a hard shiver that runs up your spine, the dominance clear in his words. It was tantalizing, fueling your insatiable need to continue.

You give him an innocent look, not only to look inconspicuous for your friends but also to drag out that low growl that rumbled through Freddy’s metallic chest. You drag your hand up, biting back the gasp once you feel how hard he already was through his pants.   

He gives you a glare as your lips tug up into a smug smile. You give his growing bulge a small squeeze and his eyes widen, it was clear he wasn’t expecting you to be so forward.

Freddy’s giant metal paw wraps around your wrist tightly, instead of pushing it off he pushes your hand down. You bite down on your lower lip at the feeling of the outline of his cock, it took everything in your power to not leave right then and there so he can have his way with you.

The plan you had in mind keeps you in your seat, Freddy was easily sexually frustrated, it was understandable due to experiencing pleasure recently. Despite it being a bit fresh to him, he was practically a god in bed. It wasn’t easy for either of you when it came to keeping your hands off of each other. 

So you continue this process of teasing him throughout the entire dinner, you do good in acting as if nothing was happening. You talk to the others with ease, feeling a sense of confidence from your ministrations, it was one of the few times you had power over him. He couldn’t do anything, just sit there suppressing low groans that barely reach your eyes. 

You know you’re in for it later but right now it feels very much worth it. You teeter on the dangerous side, giving him firm squeezes when he converses with your friends, sometimes his words come out strangled, having to apologize and blaming it on a voice box error. 

You keep up this sweet torture till the very end of your dinner, you can feel Freddy’s frustration with you as he gives a short goodbye to the others. You give Emily one last hug before taking his hand to guide him out of the restaurant. His grip around yours was tight, not enough to hurt but enough to tell you that you should be a bit worried about what will happen later on in the night. 

Once you are outside with the clear starry sky above your head you go towards the large van with Freddy. While you pull the keys out from your purse and go to open the door you feel his large hand placed firmly on your shoulder. Just as you look back at him you are spun around and pushed up against the side of the van.

You look up to see blue optics staring harshly down at you, a disgruntled look on Freddy’s features. 

“I should have known you were going to misbehave.” A low growl leaves him after, causing the hairs on your arms to stand up.

You feel giddy from his reaction, clearly your mission was a success but you weren’t done just yet. “What ever do you mean? I’d say I have been nothing but perfect.” You bat your lashes, wanting to fuel his frustrations.  

He pushes you harder up against the van, leaning in with a dangerous look in his eyes that was ever so enticing. 

“You know exactly what I mean. You do realize what’s going to happen right?” One of the hands on your shoulders trails up your neck tenderly before thick fingers enclosed around your throat. He gives a soft squeeze as his voice comes out in a low, dangerous tone. “You are going to be ruined once I’m done with you.” 

He uses enough pressure to restrict your airway, the feeling brings a sense of pleasure to wash over you. Your face grows red, your smile only widening as you reveled in his predatory stare. “Is that a p-promise?”  

“You know it is.” He lets go of your neck and you take in a small breath of air. “Get in, now. I do not want a word out of you until we are home.” 

Freddy’s dominant energy was always overpowering, it was easy for you to fall into obedience when he used a certain tone with you that brought you to your knees. You turn around, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you get in the van and fasten your seatbelt. 

He gets in and grabs the keys from your hand, silently fuming as he starts the ignition and smoothly drives out of the parking lot. 

You begin to play with the end of your dress as a million scenarios go through your head. What was he going to do to you? It had to be good. You capture your bottom lip with your teeth as your eyes fall onto the large bulge in his pants, he was still just as hard as before. You yearned to touch it once again, to feel its outline and hear Freddy to let out the hottest noises. 

“Eyes forward.” His harsh tone pulls you out of your trance, you can’t help but give him a slight glare before looking straight ahead. He then lets out a hum of approval, taking one of his hands off the wheel to place it on your knee. The bear rubs circles into your skin, you know it was his way of telling you that he actually wasn’t mad at you, you already are very well aware he liked playing these types of games with you. 

So what was the harm in continuing it? Despite how good the silent praise you just got for obeying felt, you still had this need to keep pushing it. You keep your eyes trained on the windshield ahead of you, placing your hand on his. You start to guide him slowly up your thigh, he doesn’t move away despite knowing what you are doing. 

Out of the corner of your vision you see him glancing over at you as you inch his hand closer and closer to your aching cunt. 

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” His tone was gruff, giving your thigh a tight squeeze that makes a small gasp escape your lips. “You’ve been such a bad girl… I’m trying my absolute best to not pull over and take you right now.” 

The mere thought of him deep inside of you made your thigh tense underneath his touch. You know even though he was speaking to you, it did not mean you were allowed to talk back, yet right now you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“What’s stopping you then?” As soon as you ask he squeezes your thigh again, harder this time, eliciting the smallest trace of pain.. 

“Superstar.” Freddy says dangerously. “Quiet. I am not telling you again, stop making this worse for yourself.” 

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms. You finally do as you're told, not saying a thing as he continues to drive the two of you back home. You become more fidgety once he pulls into the driveway, taking off your seatbelt and immediately getting out of the van. You walk inside of the house with him trailing behind you, feeling exhilarated once you look back to see the fiery look on his face. 

“Bedroom.” He demands and you nod your head, turning around and going straight to the room the two of you share. 

As soon as the two of you enter, Freddys large hand wraps around the back of your neck, you shiver from the metal on your skin as he brings you to the bed. He pushes you down harshly, kicking your feet apart while growling out as he pulls your dress up. “I want your hands behind your back, and I want you to keep them there.” 

As soon as you move your hands in position you feel his hand coming down onto your ass. You let out a loud gasp from the impact, your body being pushed forward as you are left with a stinging sensation on your skin. 

“What were you thinking?” He asks, swatting your other cheek. “The few times we are out in public you decide to pull a stunt like this?” Another swat. 

“I-I just couldn’t help myself!” Freddy spanks you again after you speak, causing you to hiss out from the way it burned. 

“Oh? Is that your excuse?” He runs his hand over your now red skin. “That you have no self control?” 

“Y-yes!” You choke out, craning your neck to look back at him. “You just… Looked so nice tonight.” 

He gives you a stern look and you return it with a sheepish smile. He places your hand on your head, shoving your face back down onto the mattress, groping at your burning flesh. 

“Compliments are not going to get you anywhere. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not ravage you as soon as I saw you in this pretty, tight dress? Yet I was still able to show some restraint, to not risk getting in trouble at a restaurant.” Freddy spanks you again, making you yelp out. “Hold still.” 

You then hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you. You feel a sense of nervousness, not knowing what he was going to do with it until he began to wrap it around your wrist. He pulls tight, the leather biting into your skin and causing you to let out a grunt. 

“There we go…” His hand goes up and down your back soothingly, he never fails to give you loving gestures even in his ‘scary’ moments. “I do not want you moving an inch, you understand me?” 

“Y-yes.” You murmur out, feeling your face become unbearably warm as you shove it into the mattress below you. You don’t dare to look back as you hear him walking away for only a short moment, the sound of a cap opening and something squirting out hits your ears. 

Your eyes widen as he pulls your panties down to your knees, letting out a guttural groan just from the mere sight of you. 

“You’re going to take what’s given to you. Not a single complaint out of your pretty little mouth.” 

You nod your head, a small gasp emits from you once you feel something cold and wet push in between your ass. You only realized it was a butt plug once he began pushing it past your ring of muscles. You groan out against the sheets as it goes inside of you.

“There we go, that’s a good girl.” Freddy lets out a small hum, rubbing his hands along your ass before giving it another hard spank. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, superstar. To think we are just getting started.” 

He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding you to stand up and spinning you around. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Maybe you should be a little more scared but you can’t help but think he is unbelievably handsome with the way his optics bore into you. 

“Initially I was going to make your pretty bottom bright red until you were begging for mercy but I realize I need something to tide me over.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip before dragging it downward. “So I’m going to put your bratty mouth to use.” With that he pushes you down to your knees, grabbing your hair again and shoving your face against the front of his pants. 

“This is what you were wanting, right? Wanted the big scary bear to come out and show you your place?” He hums out in a chilling tone, rubbing his bulge against you. “Take it off.” Your brows knit together, with your hands bound there was not much you could do. “With your teeth.” 

You look up, having to stop yourself from giving him a glare before nodding your head. Your face was a bright red, feeling a bit embarrassed as you used your mouth to get to his zipper. You bring the piece of metal in between your teeth, pulling it down to the bottom. Pulling your head back you stare at the red boxers, not knowing where to go from here.

You hear him chuckle above you. “How cute…” He murmurs, running a hand through your hair. “Is this part too hard for you? Need some of my help?” 

You timidly nod your head, breath hitching in your throat as you watch him unbutton his pants and slowly pull it down. His heavy cock springs out, a simulated sigh of relief escaping from him.

You giggle, knowing he was so relieved because of how long you’ve been teasing him. Freddy’s optics then zone in on you, his soft touch turning rough once again as he jerks your face towards him. He grabs the base, rubbing the head against your lips. 

“Open wide, tongue out.” 

You obey his orders, keeping your eyes on his as you lull your tongue out. He guides your head onto his cock, the textured underside sliding against your tongue as he pushes his length inch by inch. He was so big, the girth stretching your lips as he made you take as much as you can. 

His head hit the back of your throat, causing your gag reflex to be triggered. A low groan escapes him from the feeling, keeping you there for a few seconds that seemed to stretch on for eternity. 

“Mm… Your mouth feels so good around me, my precious star, the thought of destroying your throat until you could barely speak sounds like pure ecstasy.” His words cause your already wet cunt to pulsate, yearning to please him in any way possible. 

Just as you begin to feel light headed Freddy pulls and pushes you on his cock with the grip on your hair. He goes slowly, seemingly wanting to watch the way you take him.

Soft groans left his muzzle, although it was clear his patience was running thin as he gradually picked up the pace. 

“There we go, look at you, taking me so well.” The grip on your hair tightens, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. You sputter and gag around him, tears welling up in your eyes while he lets out a dark chuckle. “It’s not too much for you, is it? Mm… I thought this is what you were wanting?” 

He shoves himself as far as he can down your throat, your eyes widening as you feel yourself getting more dizzy by the second. Just as it was about to get too much he begins the motions of thrusting deep and hard, making you bop your head back and forth to meet him every single time. 

All you can do is sit there and take it as he grunts and growls, gripping harder at your hair till it is teetered on the edge of pain. He begins to become louder, one of the many signs that he was getting close. You feel a deep sense of excitement, desperately wanting him to spill his seed down your throat but before you get the chance he tugs you off his cock with a wet pop. 

You gasp out once you are able to properly breath, panting harshly as tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks. 

His eyes darken at the sight of you, leaning down and wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Look at you ruining your makeup.” He lets out a deep chuckle. “I can’t wait to see how you look once I’m through with you.” 

“T-there’s more?” You rasp, your chest rising and falling.  

“Oh superstar… We are far from over.” His loving caress on your cheek turns into a rough hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides as he leads you to your feet. 

Once again you are pushed down on the bed, Freddy wastes not even a fraction of a second as he pushes up your legs until your knees are bent, keeping you nice and spread for him. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked down at the sight before him, looking at you as if you were a meal. 

“You’re soaking wet.” He lets out a low groan as his finger traces your slick folds, purposefully not going any further. “You poor thing… All of this torture without any form of stimulation, you must be so restless.” Your body squirms as his metal finger brushes against your slit, letting out a long whine from the teasing. You try to push your hips forward but just like clockwork Freddy’s free hand grabs your waist and pushes you back down onto the bed with a strong force. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” His tone becomes harsh, squeezing at your skin. “You know better.” 

“S-sorry.” You murmur timidly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he continues to play with your outer folds. “Just… Just need you so bad.” 

“Well you should have thought of that, hm?” He uses two fingers to spread your lips apart, getting a good view of your dripping wet hole. “God… You’re twitching.” He seems memorized by the sight below him, one of his fingers brushing against your engorged clit. 

A gasp falls from your lips at the small stimulation, the anticipation being too much to bear as he gives your aching clit feather light touches. 

“Such a pretty little thing… Do you know what I’m going to do with this sweet pussy of yours?” His finger finally presses down firmly, not moving an inch as you shake your head in response. “I’m going to bring you to the edge, over and over. Even when you’re crying and begging for release I won’t give in.” Freddy does the smallest of movements against your nub, sending pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Hopefully this will put you back in your place…” He leans forward, his eyes darkening. “Below me.” 

He withdraws his hands, a long whine of pure frustration leaving your lips from the sense of loss. You are getting more and more pent up by the second, watching him with needy eyes as he grabs the bottle of lube and a wand vibrator sitting beside you. 

“T-the vibrator?!” You frown, feeling a bit worried. “That's so strong…” 

Freddy lets out a chuckle of amusement as he opens the lube and pours it on his fingers. “Oh I know superstar, I know exactly how you’ll react to it.” 

He brings one of his thick metal fingers to your entrance, tracing the edges before prodding the tip against you. You bite down on your bottom lip, spreading your thighs further to encourage him. 

Finally he begins to push in inch by inch, making you let out a pleasurable sigh of relief. He keeps it still, wiggling it back and forth before beginning to push in and out at a slow pace. 

“The urge to skip the preparations and shove right into you is stronger than ever with the way you clench around me like this.” He adds a second finger in as he speaks, giving you a thorough stretch. 

“Mm.. P-please, I need your cock so bad.” You let out small whimpers, feeling yourself unravel from the thick fingers pumping into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You are insane if you think you have any sort of say in this.” 

You give him a small, cheeky smile. “Mm… I don’t think that’s true, you can give in pretty easily with the right amount of pressure.” 

Freddy’s fingers still inside of you, his gaze turning into a stern glare that made your blood run cold. 

“Of course, even now you have to push my buttons.” He presses his fingers into you hard, a small grunt emits from you. “I wasn’t going to go too hard on you but now…” He uses his free hand, grabbing the vibrator and turning it as high as it goes. “Now you’re in for it.” 

You feel your heart skip a beat as he begins to thrust his fingers once again, yet this time at a brutal pace. Your mouth falls open each time his fingers brushed up against your g-spot and once the vibrator was pressed up against your clit it was game over for you. 

Your back arches up against the mattress below you, an electric jolt cascading throughout your being while he firmly keeps the vibrator down onto you. Your limbs twitch uncontrollably, looking down at him with widened eyes. 

“Don’t have much to say now, do you?” His teasing tone made you want to bite back but the knot forming in your stomach was making you lose all train of thought. 

Your orchestra of moans only grows, feeling the muscles in your thighs grow taut. Just as you were about to be pushed over the edge Freddy stops his ministrations immediately, pulling off the vibrator and halting his fingers. 

He always knew when you were about to cum, he knew every single sign.

Your walls flutter around the intrusion, a groan of unadulterated frustration pushing past your lips. 

“Freddy!” You whine out, trying to sit up despite your binded hands. 

“You stay still.” His command makes you freeze, letting out a huff as you glare up at the ceiling. “You know very well you can take it.” Once he feels as though you’ve cooled down enough he begins to move inside of you again. “Don’t you want to be my good girl? To reap the rewards of obedience?” 

An unabashed moan is ripped from your throat as he brings the vibrator back down, your walls clench down instinctively around his thick digits, the feeling of an orgasm climbing once again. As soon as he recognizes you getting close he stops, leaving you feeling incredibly hot underneath your skin. 

You look at him with glazed eyes, a pout on your lips. “Please Freddy, I’m sorry- ah!” Your words were cut off once he placed the toy back on your engorged clit.

“You’re too late for that. If you wanted a sweet release you should have behaved during dinner.” He growls out in that low tone that drives you insane with desire. 

It was all getting so overwhelming, especially when he took it off once again, only giving you a few seconds to calm down before pressing it right back down. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, unable to keep yourself quiet and still. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this, you wanted to beg for more but you knew it would only make things worse. 

Just as you were about to reach your climax for the fourth time Freddy stops completely, pulling his fingers out of you with a wet pop.

You look up at him with watery eyes and a pout on your lips, shifting in place to feel your arms have fallen asleep behind you from being bound together by the belt. It was uncomfortable, becoming almost painful. 

“F-Freddy… I’m sorry but my arms…” You trail off, looking to the side. 

“Are they hurting?” You nod your head. “Alright, sit up.” 

No matter what Freddy always wanted to make sure you are comfortable, one of the many things you love about him. 

You struggle to sit upright, shuffling on the bed awkwardly to adjust your position to grant him better access. His actions are swift, nimble fingers unwrapping the belt. The moment your hands are released a sigh of relief escapes your lips, and you instinctively reach to massage your tender skin. However, he brings your wrists into his grip, encircling them once more with the binding belt.

A pout forms on your lips from your freedom being taken away, looking up at him to whine. Yet all words on your tongue became a forgotten memory as he pinned you back down with your arms above your head. 

“Did you truly think I would allow you such freedom?” Freddy purrs in a low tone, a deep chuckle admitting from him. “You really do think I’m soft, don’t you?” 

If it wasn’t for the fact you’ve been edged so many times and your brain was complete mush you would have said yes, but now the only thing you could think of was his cock filling you up and making you scream. 

You shake your head. “N-no! I don’t, I-I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Just, please…” You whimper out, giving him a pleading look. 

Freddy brushes his muzzle against your lips, a simulated sigh of satisfaction leaving his voice box. “There we go, that’s my good girl.” He leans back, using his free hand to grab the lube and slick up his heavy cock. “Looks like I finally broke you down, hm?” 

He removes his hand from your own, yet you knew that did not give you permission to move them. You stay still, not willing to risk the chances of getting it all taken away from you as he lines himself up with your entrance. His large hand encloses firmly around one of your hips, dragging the tip up and down your folds. 

“Are you ready superstar?” He rubs a circle into your skin with his thumb.

You give an eager nod of your head, never have you needed something so bad. You keep your glazed over eyes trained on him as his thick head pushed into your entrance, a sharp moan escapes your lips as he sinks inch by inch in. The stretch was just what you needed as his heavy cock pressed into you. Your body stretches and accommodates for his size, walls clenching possessively around him.

“Please.” You manage to beg through clenched teeth, caught in the storm of pleasure taking over your body. Freddy lets out a grunt in response, snapping his hips forward until he is balls deep. You let out a loud moan from the sensation, eyes widening from the feeling of his tip brushing against your cervix. 

“You’re so tight. So perfect.” He groans, pulling his hips back half way before shoving himself in again, keeping himself still. “Just look at you, such a needy, desperate little thing. Finally giving you what you’ve been begging for yet all you want is more.” 

You let out a whimper, a pout on your lips that makes Freddy chuckle with adoration. “You are just too precious. I’ll give you what you want, my little star, but on my terms, you’re going to let me use this perfect hole for how I see fit.” “Y-yes,” There was no more fighting from you, the blistering flames of submission and arousal were too high by now. “Please, use me as much as you need. I-I’m yours.” Freddy seems nothing but satisfied, as a reward he began to rock his hips back and forth. “Beg for it then, tell me how much you need this, how you are here to pleasure me and me alone.” 

“I need it so bad F-Freddy, your dick is all I think about. It’s all I n-need. I want you to use me like I’m your whore.” You were so caught up in it all, so desperate that you didn’t even realize the colorful language you used. To your luck it seemed like something snapped inside of Freddy once you called yourself such a name. 

Freddy withdraws his hips then slams himself right in, if it wasn’t for the hand on your hip you would have been pushed up the bed. His thrusts were sloppy and fast, forcing loud moans and gasps out of her throat. 

“You feel incredible. So… Incredible.” He groans out between thrusts, each one making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

His free hand falls upon your clothed breast, giving it an eager squeeze as your moans mixed in with his. “Want to hear you scream for me, want the whole world to remember exactly who you belong to.” Your head spun, the way he dragged in and out of you at a breakneck speed brought tears to your eyes. “Oh, oh my god!” You gasp out, wishing your hands weren’t bound so you could grab on to anything, to have some sort of anchor amidst this storm of pleasure. “S-so… So much!” 

Freddy chuckles darkly at your words, his claws digging into your hip. “Is it too much for you superstar? This is what you were wanting, you made it very clear. There is no backing down now.” To make matters worse, he removed his paw from your breast and brought it down between your thighs. His thumb wasted no time finding your clit, expeditiously rubbing at the aching bud that made your limbs twitch. Every sensation became magnified - from the feeling of his hard cock filling your depths to the delicious friction of overstimulated nerves. 

Your back arches off the bed, sobs wracking through your body as you are consumed by the intensity of it all. You feel a knot in your stomach, tightening so quick that you couldn’t even warn him besides yelling out his name. Wave after wave hits you like a roaring sea, throwing your head back as you go through the most intense orgasm of your life. He rubs you through it, but of course, he wasn’t planning to stop there. 

“There you go, doesn’t that feel nice?” He grunts out, plunging inside of you with pure force. You writhe and whimper underneath him, staring into blue optics through blurry vision as overstimulation quickly takes over. “Freddy- ah! Freddy please!” You plead, not even knowing what you were begging for. Did you want more? Did you want him to slow down? In the end it didn’t matter what you wanted, you were only able to take what was given to you. Optics staring down at you with pure satisfaction while he quickly brought you to the brink of another orgasm. 

“Please wh-what?” His voice box glitched once he asked the question, a tell tale sign he was getting close. “Please make you cum again? Please fill you up?” He chuckles, snapping his hips into you and making you yelp. “Don’t worry babydoll, I’m going to give you my all.” He leaned in till his face was a mere inch away from yours, keeping that swift pace. “Who do you belong to?” 

His commanding tone reverberates in your ears, fueling the desire that made you yearn to obey him. “You, I-I belong to you! I’m yours, all yours.” You speak between loud cries, your own words not registering as that coil tightens in your stomach once again. “Ah!” You cum again, harsher than the last, your legs kicking in the air as your cunt convulses around him. 

“G-good- Good girl. That’s my good sta-ar.” He only manages to squeeze out his words of praise before a loud groan escapes him. He pushes himself all the way inside of you that causes you to gasp as rope after rope of his synthetic seed covers your walls. 

Your body goes lax against the bed once he stills, panting harshly as your limbs twitch and move on their own accord. It was as if time itself stopped, both of you stuck in the same position while recovering from the passionate moment.  

“Are you alright?” Freddy finally asks, pride in his tone. 

You open your eyes, not even realizing you’ve shut them as you manage to muster a weak smile. “A-amazing.” You breathe out. 

“Good, I was worried for a moment.” Large paws come up to your bound wrists, swiftly unwrapping the belt and tossing it to the side. He then takes your hands into his own, massaging the red imprints. “You did such a wonderful job taking your punishment. I am very proud of you.”

Your heart skips a beat, just like it always does when he says such sweet things. “You think so? I thought I was being pretty naughty.” He chuckles, “A bit, yes. But you caved a lot quicker than what I had calculated.” Thick arms then slide underneath you, pulling you up against his metal torso as his muzzle lightly brushed against your forehead. 

“Calculated… You calculated this?” You ask in disbelief, were you just completely out of it or did he really ‘crunch the numbers’? “Of course I did, on the way home. Although plans changed, I still knew what I had in mind.” While talking he lifted you up, swapping positions so he could sit down on the bed, his cock still embedded inside of you. “You’re unbelievable.” You laugh, leaning back to stare up at him. “I suppose, but so are you.” He places another kiss upon your forehead, running a hand through your hair. “You know I was never mad at you, right?” 

“Of course Freddy, I know this was all a part of our game.”  He always had to check in with you every time, you thought it was nothing short of sweet. “You were… Really hot.” “Yeah? Not as much as you.” He hums, pulling you even closer. “I believe you deserve a reward now, how about a nice bath and then I’ll make you some hot chocolate?” You are clearly pleased by this idea, melting into his embrace. “With a movie?” 

“Of course with a movie, my starlet.” 

[jurassicsickfics]

RAHHHH I'm just coming in to say the sickies in diapers prompts was SPLENDID.

And this is totally only if you want to, but could you do some prompts for super embarrassed, gruff sickie who has to be diapered?

(if omo, messing and allat isn't your big thing you absolutely don't have to I'm just a freak and again I really only wanted to say how good those other prompts were :3)

Yay! I'm so glad you like them! I adore diaper scenarios, so I'd be very happy to do that list for you!

Sickies in Diapers, Part 2- Tough Guy/Girl Edition🍼:

1. One person and one person only is allowed anywhere near them. It's a "Come near me and die" situation

2. When the initial accidents keep happening, they try desperately to hide it as long as they can, because they know that caretaker's solution will be diapering

3. "You want me to hold yo-" "NO!"

4. Trying to change themselves at first but being too weak, having to reluctantly call for help

5. "Did you just do what I think you did?" *an obvious mess in their diaper* "No, shut up!"

6. Being extra mean to try to cover the vulnerability and embarrassment, only to eventually break down in tears

7. The absolute humiliation of explosive diarrhea in front of others. It's just too uncontrollable to wait and get somewhere private

8. Again, male sickie peeing on caretaker during a diaper change but this time they absolutely know what just happened and are embarrassed beyond belief

9. Female sickie getting her period at the same time as she's sick, so now, unfortunately for her, she has to be changed even more frequently

10. And for the grand finale, nothing better than a blowout in expensive clothes, in front of everyone

[catwater1987]

The Sicky PR⦻XY

My Creepypasta OC I tried my best to make her come out as perfect as I wanted, even though her name is a bit silly...i guess? But I hope you guys like her.🫶💖

Her story and history will be changed as appropriate. I apologize if my character offends anyone. With all due respect, I just want to enjoy the fandom and the characters I love, and thanks to all of you, I hope we can be good new friends.🙌✨

(and I'm very sorry for my poor Eng)

History of The Sicky (2024)

FULL NAME

Livia lilly laurel ลิเวีย ลิลลี่ ลอเรล

ALIAS

Livia / Sicky / Livia laurel / Camera girl

/ Mrs. Laurel / Lilly

Age: 20y

Gender: Female

Height: 5'4 (165cm )

weight : 47kk.

OCCUPATION

- Serial killer

- Proxy for the slender man

- Camera girl

- Delivery Girl

POWER/SKILLS

• Better physical recovery than ordinary humans

• Night vision

• High-level inteligence

• Emotional instability

• Physical strength

• Wound resistance ( There is no feeling of pain)

• Excellent speed

• The ability to turn things around

• Ability to unlock doors

• Medical knowledge

• Silent stalking

• Breaking into the victim's home

HOBBY

- Take video of the victim

- Delivering essential supplies to other proxies, including some pasta.

- Investigate the victim's History

- Killing people in the name of Slender Man.

CRIMES

• Hacker

• Serial murder

• Torture

• Vandalism

• Endangerment

• Proxy conspiracy

• Stalking

• Aiding and abetting

• Stealing

• Kidnapping

Most famous catchphrase of The sicky

" There is no place that is safe, and there is no place that can be called home. "

The first description of the sicky

' A strange woman would often appear suspiciously at the edge of a tall forest tree, but when approached, she would disappear as if she had never existed. Sometimes, you can hear the sounds of giggling and humming in the wind from the tall forest trees. No one knows whether what people saw about that woman was a human or a ghost. '

PERSONALITY

Sicky is bipolar and severely moody. As a result of Slender Fever that turned her into a proxy, her mood and personality change so much that it is very difficult to predict her thoughts. Sometimes she is cheerful, but then she is sad and angry immediately. This makes it difficult for anyone to talk to her because of her mood swings. But in reality, she is a talkative and lonely person. She always finds something fun to do when she is free. In fact, she likes to keep herself busy all the time or sometimes she bothers other people.

In her original personality before becoming a proxy, she was a polite and cheerful person. She was someone who always cared about others before herself, which often caused her trouble.

BIOGRAPHY

PAST

Livia Lily Laurel, she is an ordinary girl, half German-Thai. She has an older brother named Eric and a twin sister Fiona. In fact, she was born in Thailand, but when she was 10 years old, her parents moved her and her siblings to USA instead. And she has been living there ever since. But since moving here, their father has been very stressed from work and started drinking and started using violence in the family. Most of the time, the one who was physically abused was their mother. What they were abused with was foul language, insults, or words that caused emotional wounds. Until finally, they divorced because a neighbor reported domestic violence to the police. The police arrested him. But her life after that was not smooth because the impact made Fiona mentally ill from too much stress. Their mother worked hard to make a living and was sick regularly. They were still young, so they could not help their mother much. But on the other hand, their brother was even worse. Because he was the oldest brother, he wanted to help ease the burden as much as possible, both taking care of his two younger sisters and working while studying, including all the expenses in the house. But it seemed like their father would not give up easily. After he was released from prison, he still followed them to cause trouble many times.When Livia and Fiona went to college, they both started to find part-time jobs. Livia worked as a general cashier, while Fiona was a general online fiction writer. Because of her mental illness, her life was difficult. Their brother also took on general jobs while studying to be a doctor. One day, their mother fell ill and died from the disease, leaving the burden completely on Eric. But without their mother, their ex-father became more and more intrusive. Eric could not stand this man anymore. He killed his ex-father by himself without his two sisters knowing about it, and fled the city. But he still left a lot of cash for his two sisters. He had to suffer the consequences of what he did alone. But he was still worried about his two sisters. Even though he didn't contact them back, he still sent money whenever he had the chance. As for Livia and Fiona, even though they weren't having a hard time with money anymore, they missed their older brother. But they had to move on with their lives until their lives changed dramatically again.

BECOMING THE SICKY

Livia twin sister she was hunted by the Slenderman. It was because Fiona got lost in the Slender Forest on a rainy night when she was going home. It was their bad luck that they had to suffer this terrible fate. No matter where they ran, they were found. To make matters worse, she had to survive from the proxies who were sent to hunt them down. After a long chase, Fiona was successfully captured. Livia was badly injured, but she refused to let them take the last of her family. She forced her body to follow the Slender Forest and played their game. She won the game, but because her badly injured body was too much for her to bear, she begged them to let Fiona go and take her life instead. Slender saw that determination and agreed to let Fiona go. But instead of killing Livia but he's don't. he took her as another one of his proxies. Because he liked the recklessness and fearlessness of this young woman, and he believed that she would be a loyal servant.

DISORDERS

-Bipolar disorder

-Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

-Anxiety Disorder

-Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

-Partial memory loss

-The body twitches when exposed to stress.

-Panic attacks from certain things

-Slender sickness

FAMILY

Andrew Parker Laurel (Farther)

Susan Laurel / ปลายฟ้า (mother)

Eric Cyclamen Laurel ( big brother)

Fiona Asphodel Laurel (twin sister)

Mary lee Matthew ( cousin)

LOVE INTERNET

She thinks she doesn't deserve a lover because She can't protect people she loves.

Favorite Songs

In the shadows - Asher Of Angst

THE FACTS

-Since she couldn't stay still for long, she was given a special task: to deliver spare weapons and supplies to some proxies and pastas.

-She isn't in the Slender Forest all the time. Sometimes she disguises herself and blends into the crowds of the town, looking for interesting victim.

-Her and Fiona's birthdays fall on Christmas Eve.

-When she was a new proxy, she was so quiet that people thought she was mute

- She hates being alone because she used to have Fiona with her all the time, but now that's not the case anymore, so she always likes to be with Proxy and other pastas..

- She especially loves orange cats because she used to have an orange cat she name Lucky she loved and took good care of her, but it sadly died of a serious disease.

[sicknessbysalem]

[ “He's gonna run himself into the ground if he keeps going on like this." | "He can't go to [work/class/any other obligation] when he's like this. I'm gonna call and let them know." | My stomach’s bothering me.” | “I don’t feel so hot.”] i know its a lot! feel free not to use all of them. But i would love to see one of your fics with these dialogues because i feel like they just go well together. i dont care if its male or female sickie! wherever the inspo hits!

decided on a female sickie instead because i miss my girl emi!

if you have any questions/comments/requests, send me an ask!

tw emeto, fever, overwork, underage (16) caretaker

Emiliene wiped the sweat from her brow, the heat of the kitchen intensifying with each passing hour. The clatter of pots and pans, the sizzle of food on the grill, and the aromatic blend of spices filled the air of the bustling Italian restaurant where she worked as a line cook. It was just another evening in the chaotic rhythm of her life.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. Almost time for her shift at the barista job to begin. Emiliene's mind raced with thoughts of the long night ahead—juggling orders, managing the kitchen, rushing to her next job—all while keeping an eye on her brother Camille.

Camille, a bright teenager with a passion for art and a knack for mischief, had been her responsibility since their parents passed away. Emiliene's heart swelled with love for her brother, but the weight of being his sole guardian was a constant presence in her mind.

As she plated another dish with practiced precision, Emiliene felt the fatigue settling in. Her body ached from hours of standing, her mind heavy with the worries of bills and responsibilities. But she pushed on, fueled by determination and love for Camille.

When her shift finally ended, Emiliene hurried to the barista job, exchanging her chef's apron for a barista's apron with swift efficiency. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted her, and she forced a smile as she greeted customers and crafted their orders with care.

Throughout the night, Emiliene's weariness grew, but she never let it show. She juggled tasks effortlessly, pouring her energy into each job with unwavering dedication. She couldn't afford to falter, not when Camille depended on her.

Finally, as the night waned into early morning, Emiliene returned home to her small apartment, where Camille was asleep, unaware of the lengths his sister went to provide for them.

As Emiliene collapsed onto her bed, the weight of her exhaustion finally catching up to her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Despite the challenges, the fatigue, and the relentless pace of her life, she had never wavered in her commitment to her brother and her dreams.

She was going to be fine. She knew she would be fine. It was just a hard week. Or… maybe it had been a few weeks. She didn't know, she was exhausted.

The days blurred into nights, and Emiliene's exhaustion only deepened. The relentless pace of her three jobs took its toll, leaving her feeling drained and worn out. Her body protested with every movement, and even simple tasks felt like monumental challenges.

One evening, as Emiliene rushed from one job to another, her steps faltered, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She leaned against a nearby wall, trying to catch her breath and steady herself. The fatigue was becoming overwhelming, and a sense of nausea crept into her stomach.

It was during this moment of weakness that one of Emiliene's coworkers and friends, Maria, approached Camille, who had stopped by the restaurant to grab dinner, per Emiliene's request. Rather, Emiliene herself placed and paid for the order. Food for Camille, since she wouldn't be home until later.

"Hey, Camille," Maria said, her voice filled with concern as she noticed Emiliene's absence while she grabbed the food, "Where's your sister?"

Camille glanced around anxiously, worry etched on his face. "She's still at work. She's been working so much lately, and I'm worried about her."

Maria nodded, "She's a hard worker, no doubt about that. But she's pushing herself too hard, Camille. She's gonna run herself into the ground if she keeps going on like this."

Camille's concern deepened, his thoughts mirroring Maria's words. He knew Emiliene was doing everything she could to provide for them, but seeing her struggle was heartbreaking.

"I'll talk to her," Camille said determinedly, his worry fueling his resolve to make sure his sister took care of herself too.

-

The evening shift at the Italian restaurant was in full swing, and Emiliene found herself working alongside Enzo, the charming and slightly aggravating line cook who never failed to make her smile. Despite her best efforts to hide her exhaustion, Emiliene couldn't shake the weariness that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

As the night progressed, Enzo couldn't help but notice Emiliene's faltering energy and the way her usually vibrant demeanor seemed dimmed. He watched her move through the kitchen with a determined but strained expression, her movements slower than usual.

"Hey, Emi," Enzo said, taking a moment to step closer to her as they prepared orders. "You look like you're about to collapse. You okay?"

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you’re worried about me,” Emiliene said sarcastically, “But that would imply you could think with your heart and not your dick.”

“I have a heart!” Enzo insisted.

“I didn’t say you didn’t,” Emiliene chuckled.

“Okay, but, seriously,” Enzo said, “Are you feeling okay?”

Emiliene forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just a little tired, Enzo. Long day, you know?"

Enzo frowned, concern etched on his features. "You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. Maybe you should take a break, get some rest."

"I can't, Enzo," Emiliene replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "I have bills to pay, and Camille needs me. I can't afford to take a break."

Enzo's expression softened, understanding the weight of Emiliene's responsibilities. "I get it, Emi. But you can't keep running on empty like this. Let me help you, at least for tonight. I'll take you home after our shift."

“Seriously,” Emi sighed, “My stomach’s just acting up. I haven’t had a chance to breathe, let alone eat something.”

“Fine,” Enzo said, “Then take your lunch break and get something. We have fresh gnocchi soup.”

“Fine,” Emiliene shrugged, “That sounds good.”

As they made their way to the break area, Emiliene's steps felt heavier with each stride. The fatigue weighed down on her like a heavy cloak, and every movement was an effort. Enzo kept a supportive arm around her, silently urging her to take it easy.

For as much as they were at each other’s throats, he cared about her. And he knew that if he was feeling like shit, she’d do the same looking after him as he was to her. She would probably have more sarcastic one liners, and he would have some too. If only Emiliene didn’t look like she would collapse after taking a singular plate to the expediter.

Sitting down at a table, Emiliene tried to muster up an appetite. The aroma of the gnocchi soup filled the air, tempting her taste buds, but her stomach churned uneasily. It was her favorite. It always had been. Even before she started working here, even before she starting having her episodes, before everything.

But now, now Emiliene picked at her food, forcing herself to take a few spoonfuls, but each bite seemed to worsen her nausea.

"I don't think I can finish this," Emiliene admitted, pushing the bowl away. "My stomach's not having it."

Enzo's worry deepened as he watched Emiliene's condition deteriorate. "Maybe you should just relax for a bit. I'll cover for you."

Emiliene nodded weakly, grateful for Enzo's concern. "Thanks, Enzo. I hate to be a burden."

"You're not a burden, Emi," Enzo reassured her, his voice gentle. "You're just human. Let me take care of you."

As Emiliene closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, a sudden wave of nausea swept over her. She clutched her stomach, feeling the urge to vomit rising within her.

“Em..?” Enzo questioned.

"I'm not feeling so hot," Emiliene murmured, her voice strained.

Without hesitation, Enzo sprang into action, grabbing a nearby trash can and placing it in front of Emiliene just in time. She leaned over, retching as her stomach rebelled against the strain and exhaustion.

Enzo rubbed her back soothingly, his worry evident in his eyes. "Take it easy, Emi.”

Emi retched again. The waves were small, but every one was more painful than the last.

Emiliene was left gasping, spitting the taste from her mouth.

“You're not well. Let me take you home." Enzo said.

Emiliene nodded weakly, tears of frustration and fatigue welling up in her eyes. She was grateful for Enzo's support, knowing that she had pushed herself too far. She didn’t want to leave, but everything she knew about food safety told her she couldn’t stay. She could keep working, she didn’t mind how tired she was. But legally she had to. Unless all her training was a lie.

“Fine,” Emiliene said, “Just, just give me a second.”

-

As Enzo drove towards Emiliene's home, the quiet hum of the car and the rhythmic sound of the engine seemed to lull Emiliene deeper into slumber. She was completely knocked out, her body finally succumbing to the overwhelming fatigue that had plagued her for days.

When they arrived at Emiliene's small apartment, Enzo gently shook her shoulder to rouse her. "Hey, Emi, we're home."

Emiliene stirred slightly, blinking groggily as she slowly woke up. Enzo helped her out of the car, supporting her weight as they walked towards the front door. He knocked softly, waiting for Camille to open the door.

Emiliene was exhausted, and still half asleep. So much so she didnt even fight when Enzo opted to simply pick her up.

Camille appeared at the door, his eyes widening in concern when he saw Emiliene's condition. "Is she okay?"

Enzo nodded, his expression serious. "She's just exhausted. Can you open the door for me, Camille?"

Camille nodded quickly, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door. Enzo carried Emiliene inside, his footsteps quiet as he made his way to the living room. He gently laid her down on the couch, arranging a blanket patterned with sunflowers over her sleeping form with care.

He chuckled, “Emi loves sunflowers doesn’t she?”

Camille nodded, “She does. Very much. She says they make her happy.”

Enzo glanced around the apartment, noting the familiar touches of Emiliene's personality in the cozy space. He felt a pang of sadness at seeing her so worn out, realizing just how much she had been pushing herself to the limit.

"Take care of her, Camille," Enzo said softly, his eyes meeting Camille's with a mixture of concern and reassurance. "She needs rest."

Camille nodded, his expression serious as he watched over his sister. "I will, Enzo. Thank you for bringing her home."

Enzo gave a small smile, his worry easing slightly now that Emiliene was safely home. "Anytime, Camille. She really shouldn’t go to work like this tomorrow. I’ll call the places… her badges are hanging from her rearview.”

“I can get the car tomorrow,” Camille said.

“You want me to call the sch-“ Enzo started to ask. but he doesn’t even finish before Camille nodded.

-

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow into Emiliene's small apartment. She stirred on the couch, her eyes fluttering open as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. The events of the previous night came back to her in a haze, and she groaned softly, feeling the familiar nausea creeping back.

"Morning, Emi," Camille's voice came from the kitchen, filled with concern. "How are you feeling?"

Emiliene managed a weak smile as she sat up, the blanket slipping off her shoulders. "Not great, Cami. My stomach's still doing somersaults."

Camille appeared in the living room, a glass of water and some crackers in hand. He handed them to Emiliene, his expression worried. "Here, try to sip on some water and nibble on these crackers. It might help settle your stomach a bit."

Emiliene nodded gratefully, taking the water and crackers from Camille. She sipped on the water slowly, trying to calm the queasiness that churned in her stomach. However, as she attempted to eat a cracker, a sudden wave of nausea washed over her, and she had to rush to the bathroom.

Camille followed her, concern etched on his face. He held back her hair as she leaned over the toilet, retching as her body tried to expel whatever was causing her distress. Emiliene felt utterly miserable, tears welling up in her eyes from the combination of physical discomfort and exhaustion.

After a few minutes, Emiliene leaned back, wiping her mouth with a tissue. She looked up at Camille, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Cami. I hate that you have to see me like this."

Camille shook his head, his concern evident in his voice. "Don't worry about that, Emi. I just want you to feel better.

Emiliene hesitated, knowing that taking a day off meant losing valuable income. But the thought of continuing to push herself in her current state was unbearable. She nodded reluctantly, leaning against the bathroom wall tiredly.

"Yeah, maybe you're right, Cami," Emiliene admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some rest."

Camille nodded in agreement, his worry for Emiliene evident in his eyes. "Rest is exactly what you need, Emi. I'll take care of everything today, don't worry about a thing."

Emiliene managed a weak smile, grateful for her brother's understanding and support. "Thanks, Cami. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Camille helped Emiliene back to the couch, making sure she was comfortable before fetching a blanket and tucking it around her. He brought her a fresh glass of water and set it on the coffee table within reach.

"Just rest, Emi," Camille said gently, sitting beside her on the couch. "I'll make you some ginger tea to help settle your stomach. You'll feel better soon, I promise."

Emiliene closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the cushions. She could hear Camille moving around in the kitchen, the comforting sounds of him preparing the tea soothing her frayed nerves.

As Camille returned with the steaming mug of ginger tea, Emiliene took a grateful sip. The warmth spread through her body, easing some of the tension in her stomach. She felt a sense of relief knowing that she didn't have to struggle through the day alone.

"Thanks, Cami," Emiliene murmured, her eyes still closed. "You're the best brother."

Camille smiled warmly. "Anything for you, Emi. Just focus on getting better."

As the day passed, Camille took care of all the household chores and even prepared a simple soup for Emiliene's lunch. Emiliene drifted in and out of sleep, the exhaustion finally catching up with her as she allowed herself to rest without the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders.

By evening, Emiliene's stomach had settled, and she felt a bit stronger than earlier in the day.

“I do have good news,” Camille told her, braiding her hair back from her face, “I got a job. Downtown, at that thrift store Jackson’s aunt runs…”

“Oh? Really?” Emiliene asked. “That’s great.”

“Yeah… so maybe you wont have to work so much…” Camille told his sister, “And you won’t get sick so much.”

“Maybe,” Emiliene said, “Hopefully.”

The day was filled with a lot of sleeping. Emiliene hated every second of it. But, she also knew it was necessary.

"Feeling any better, Emi?" Camille asked, peeking into the living room where Emiliene was sitting up on the couch.

Emiliene nodded with a faint smile, hugging Camille from the side quickly before letting go. “Yeah, I think the rest helped. Thanks again, Cami."

Camille returned her smile. "Anytime, Emi. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

[persephone11110]

Enemies To Lovers Trope

Jake Seresin X Reader

Warnings: low self esteem, hiding sickness,fainting, lack of self care, nausea, protective jake seresin, typical dead characters, curse words, suicidal ideation?, grief ,angstw/ happy ending

Summary: You would’ve gotten away with it if hadn’t been for a meddling Bagman “I hope I’m reading your charts wrong Chione” You were shocked— Hangman usual sarcastic filled accent was replaced with concern.

callsign:Chione(greek goddess of snow)

set during Tpg.m—preferably that one scene. also Hangman isnt the first one to get the first active aviator to get a confirmed air to kill.

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“Your not sick Y/N a venomous laced voice in the back of your head reminded you. Your head pounded again as you tried pushing the dangerous thought away.

You dismissed the pounding feeling in your head. The way everytime you swallowed you felt as if pin and needles were being swallowed as well.

You cursed Lieutenant L/N for getting you sick, you’d also cursed your immune system for not being stronger. He just had to spread his sicky germs through the dagger squad. This wasn’t happening to you-not when your still being trained for the mission. You need to be picked as team leader— being sick would put you out of commission, then Captain Mitchell wouldn’t pick you.

Your weak and vulnerable—unable to lead a team. Something you couldn’t see your father doing- he himself could fly with one eye closed.

Your not sick Y/N— can’t be. Your not allowed to be. You tried zeroing in on what Maverick had in his hand…..a textbook.

“You all know this book, you’ve memorized it…. and so have your enemies”. The room erupted in low chuckles as the textbook went flying into the trashcan.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to crack a smile without feeling nauseated. You rolled your shoulders back—adjusting yourself again; attempting to “fix” yourself back into being the stoic soldier you are.

“Gear up Lieutenants” Maverick told them.

“You comin darling?” Hangman asked her, his toothpick sticking out his mouth as he flashed his signature dickhead grin. “Wouldn’t want you be left behind”

Your chair moved back fast.“It’s Chione to you Bagman” you bit back at him. Your body shook dangerously, sweat blurred your vision. “Don’t come for me” you told him coldy.

He seemed pleased with himself, pleased with the fact that he got under your skin. “Race ya Chione”. he seemed undefeated by your coldness as if a threat didn’t just come out your mouth.

“Jackass” you muttered under your breathe, “fucking hate him”

Fuck. Fuck .Fuck.

“Damn it Hangman where he is?” you couldn’t make out what was infront of your face. Was Maverick there, or is that your eyes playing mind games?.

“Were dead” Hangman’s voice rung out behind you. Muscle memory helped you land— your feet stumbled as you made it towards the tarmac. “Holding up the end of the deal Chione?” he teased.

Too late—like he said were dead. The chances of you becoming team leader were none now.

Son of bitch left me to hang to death.

Both of you slient—neither of you felt the need to talk to eachother. Both of you were pissed off at eachother.

“What happened Chione, I thought the Ice queen never lost?” He eyed you—watching anger etch its way onto your face.

Hondo was a couple feet behind you guys counting.

You shouldn’t be here—here on the ground doing push ups, instead you should up in the air-having a dogfight.

“Up 100”

You could feel the blood rushing from your ears, Hangman’s voice seemed quieter. Your stomach rumbled in protest— Did you to eat forget this morning?.

“Down 150”

“I don’t know Jake” you accidentally said his first name and allowed emotion to slip into your voice.

“Seemed to be getting old Y/n?”, he pointed out how slow you were going— how weak you seemed. Not old but sick as a dog. He’s right you practically a legend in this generation, your considered the a younger and female Iceman.

“Yup Bagman”

“Up 200”

“I would’ve stopped Y/n, If you had” No he wouldn’t have.

Tit for tat.

“This is my fault Jake Hangman?” You felt furious, how dare he blame you. “Are you serious right now?”.

“Down—250, your done aviators” Hondo’s voice could be heard in the background still.

He smirked like a shark— dangerous and uncaring of what happened next.

“It’s seems to be” he stood, “Ya coming Chione?”.

You were sitting on the ground trying to catch your breathe. You felt your lean to the side-dizzy.

“Chione?” Hangman said loudly.

“I’m fine” you persisted eager to prove yourself to the loudmouth texan you took a step forward— but you stumbled.

“Hey” he grabbed your arm gently, steadying you.

“Hang—” You felt your world spin around you, as everything around you went black.

Luckily Hangman caught you.

—

“She’s had that stubborn streak since she was a little girl”. Your mom loves telling stories about you to others.“Something her and Tom have in common”.

“Ma” you whispered, your throat felt too dry. You couldn’t tell if it was the immediate sadness that struck your throat or was it your “small cold”.

“Y/n, sweetie your awake?” She asked you.

You nodded your head slowly. You blinked your eyes slowly“Where am I ?”.

“Med bay sweetie, seems like you caught the flu”. your mom said— running her hand down your face soothingly.

“How ya feeling sweetie?”

“Tired, kinda better”, you honestly told her— there was no use of lying to Sarah Kazansky. The woman was one of the few people to break through your father’s Ice-cold facade. Also one of the few who knew your tells when you lied. The other person was your dad.

“I should go get the doctor” a familiar southern drawl softly interrupted.“Sorry Ms. Kazansky”.

“None sense Jake, call me Sarah and besides I need to stretch my feet— I’ll go get the doctor”., something told you-your mother wasn’t being entirely honest.

“Alright ma’am”

“I’ll be back Y/n”

She didn’t come back till afterwards

-

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake asks you.“Did you want die?”.

“I didn’t ask you for you save me”, you bitterly reminded him. “I didn’t ask for you stay here either, you could have gone back wherever”, unfortunately your stoic facade is starting to crash and you could hear emotion seeping into your voice.

“Am I supposed to leave you—on the fucking ground Y/n, am I supposed let you suffer in pain!?” Jake shouted. He runs his fingers through his hair shakily.

Look at me!" He asks with an angered laced tone, and for some strange reason you find yourself listening to him.“If you hadn’t fainted, would you kept going?”

He pacing back and forth.

“I…I don’t know” you tell him.

“What, what do you mean you dont know?” concern finds its way onto Jake’s face.“Y/n you could’ve died out there on that tarmac”

I didn’t mean for it get this far. Losing dad was biggest thing that’s ever happened to me.

“I-I’m sorry” your voice wobbled. he grabs your hand softly. “Look at me Y/n—please”.

“I’m so sorry you lost your father” his baby blues eyes pierced with sadness.“But that doesn’t mean the navy needs to lose you too”.

I can’t lose you either.

The bed dipped as Jake sat down.

“I may have never personally talked to Admiral Kazansky myself, but I know he wouldn’t enjoy seeing his daughter in the hosptial, I also know he dislikes the idea of his daughter thinking so low of herself”.

“I-I just want to be like him you know, since I got accepted into the academy everyone always compared me to the legendary Iceman”, you felt tears drop down your face.“I just want to be enough— for him”. your voice broke again.

“Darling, can I call you darling this time?” he playfully taunts this time— there’s no malicious intent behind his words.

“Yeah” you chuckled. “Call me by name again”

“Y/n”

“No my other name” you eyed him.

“Darling, your not supposed to be him, your supposed to be yourself— i’m pretty sure the Admiral didn’t have any intent of his daughter being the exact replica of him”.

“Maybe your right” you shrugged your shoulders innocently.

Jake pointed look said otherwise.

“Okay fine your right”. you sighed into his chest, “Thank you Jake”.

He leans over a drops a kiss onto the crown of your head. “ Your welcome Y/n”.

You start to blush like a fool- your face turning into the same shade of a tomato.

“Your kind Bagman” you mimicked his accent.

“Don’t tell anyone my secret Ice queen” he interlocks his fingers with yours.

“I’ll be damned If I let you ruin my reputation”

“Don’t you worry Slick” you patted his chest while laughing. “If you don’t tell anyone I have emotions, I wouldn’t tell anyone your kind”

Dumbass— Your dumbass gave you his pinky.

“I won’t let you down Admiral”

“I won’t let you down Y/n”.

[aller-geez]

Get to know: Blythe Nevrin

(owned by @thekinkyleopard )

31 // Female // She/Her/Hers // Lesbian // Succubus Cobra

Full name: Blythe Nevrin

Nickname: Bly, B, Bee, Bumble Bee

Date Of Birth:

Big Three: Virgo 🌞 Gemini 🌙 Leo ↗️

Physical Appearance —

Age: looks 24-25

Eye Color: Black Sceleras with Silver irises

Hair Color: Dark purple with lighter purple ombré tips

Weight: 125

Height: 5’6

Race: Succubus Demon

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Large black circular horns and a pair of small straight horns protruding from forehead, Dimple piercings, labret, septum and right hand eyebrow piercing, Freya with wings tattooed on her collarbone

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Her charismatic charm she can get /almost/ anyone to tell her anything and do anything

Greatest Weakness: Horribly Clumsy susceptible to injury and illness

Soft Spot: Freya, Zeroh, Amara

Mannerisms/Traits: Comes off very strong, cocky, know it all and seductive but also incredibly forward, vindictive and manipulative and catty. She does have a softer side to her that is often saved for very few.

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Blythe tries to often be a better person than she is but by nature her response is to be selfish or animalistic she is a slave to her urges

While living in the woods building their home, Blythe learned magic and potions, how to use her new abilities given to her from Father Lucifer and it helped them survive

Zeroh trained Blythe how to manipulate the veil as Satan instructed him to. This was in order to insure she could spy when necessary undetected. Having spent about a year of time together, she learned to really respect him, and sometimes tries to get him to soften up on Zilya, her neighbor and friend. They have a mutual respect for each other as coworkers and Blythe views him as a mentor and first real male figure that doesn’t manipulate her. Often visiting him when she can and catching up on stories.

Blythe meets Zilya when she and Freya find a spot in the woods they like to start building their forever home. At first the vampire was furious but melted under Blythe’s charm and they became fast friends who often exchange potions, ingredients, gossip and gab when they get the chance

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

Dust

Moss

How severe are they?

She gets pretty stuffy and then have a few fits if continuously exposed

Do they get sick often?

Not too often but she also has quick remedies

How bad is it usually?

She can be a very sicky mess if she doesn’t remedy it with a potion quickly

Do they stifle?

Yes if she’s around others she will try to stifle them

How loud are their sneezes?

Not incredibly loud, medium but expressive

What do they sneeze into?

Palms or down her dress

How often do they sneeze?

Whenever presented by a trigger

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

2 times at most 3

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

Sudden

Do they sneeze in public?

Nope, they’ve got a natural cover; The Veil

Some examples of their sneezes?

Backstory —

Blythe was born to Rochelle and Danny Neverin, two meth addicts that procreated purely by a drugged up accident. Children can be a blessing, in many ways. The second they could they were selling photos, videos of Blythe through various stages of her growth, selling off their daughter’s innocent body to monsters online. Eventually as their addictions escalated, so did their need to make money and thus they began selling Blythe out. Prostituting her from the ages of 13-17. They earned 5k per client and often kept her out for 10+ clients everyday. Though their lifestyle went front trailer parks to gated neighborhoods, the abuse never stopped and Blythe was never treated like a person let alone daughter. Through out her entire life, Blythe felt as though something or someone was watching her. God ? She thought. Often escaping death through insane unexplainable coincidences. Failed suicide after failed suicide and yet never truly feeling alone. It was when she turned 18 that her suspicions were confirmed and an angel by the name of Freya, exposed her existence to her. The angel spoke of an innate need to protect her, a confession of love, sincerity. Blythe felt like she already knew her, the angel’s presence comforting alone. Immediately Blythe knew she wanted to run away with this being and they did but found it very difficult to escape the wrath of God himself. Without much thought, Blythe had heard rumors of an old well and a well dressed man. Upon inquiring the old well, she met a hand of Satan who led her to meet him face to face due to her special circumstances. In order to protect them from the eyes of God, Satan offered her and Freya two necklaces powerful to shield them , but Blythe would have to sacrifice her humanity over to him and in exchange she would become the very thing that tormented her. Sin Incarnate. Turned into an insatiable Succubus she was now forced to be Lucifer’s very own eyes on earth. Yet, she finds herself compromised when tasked with the mission of reporting back about Alistar, Satan’s most rebellious son. While she reports what she is allotted, she can not report it all. Her and Alistar at a stand still. He won’t get them exposed to God, She won’t expose him to Satan. They work in balance but secretly despise each other.

Blythe loves potions, magic, and has the fet. She’s allergic to moss, rats, dust, and rosemary. She has a medium type immune system neither good or bad

[boysbellyrubs]

8B for Eve and Eleanor or any female sickie plz

-love love love your oc’s!

hello!! thank you so much for the request, its been ages hehe. i hope you like this one :).

the prompt comes from this list HERE - revived past traumatic memories.

tw: description of panic attack, mentions of child abuse

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She thought she could handle it. A training video for her education course wasn’t supposed to cause such a scene. She wasn’t supposed to be acting like this in public, it was embarrassing. She sat at the back of her class trying not to burst into tears on the spot. The skin of her lower lip was raw, droplets of blood seeping out of the cracks in her skin. 

Eleanor sucked in a big breath, as big as she could, and held it. Her heart beat against her chest, her ears flooded with noise, a terrible all encompassing noise that clogged her thoughts. Her eyes were glued to the video, unable to look away from the sight of it. It wasn’t even anything. A video about how to look for signs of abuse, when Eleanor got a seed right in her belly that only sprouted and took over her entire body. Eleanor’s limbs were locked, her hands clutching the sides of the desk, unable to move or get out of the fucking classroom. 

She couldn’t take notice of anyone around her or what the tutor was saying, she was unable to form words or move her muscles to get away from the situation. All her thoughts were zeroed in on the video, now paused with a child with tears streaming down its face. She wondered if she looked the same. A child, frozen in place, chained to her seat as the panic attack tore through her whole body. 

It felt like years before anyone seemed to notice, no one cared that there was someone crying, wasn’t this supposed to be an education class. She felt like a child, drowning in a pool of tears silently as they choked off her vocal chords. 

She had sat there for too long, too long for no one to notice. Someone had to see her struggling. She didn’t want to deal with this alone. Where was Eve? Why was no one helping her? Was none of this actually happening? Was she imagining all of this? She no longer felt 19. 

A hand came into her view, touching her skin with the very tip of their fingers. So gentle she almost didn’t feel it. Her eyes finally snapped away from the video to the person next to her. Another girl who was staring at her like Eleanor had something terrible written on her forehead. Eleanor forced her eyes to blink. 

“Are you alright?” 

Stupid question. Eleanor shook her head, her neck so stiff it felt like she was made of wood. She felt her chest stutter as her breath came back to her, like a long awaited reunion she latched on to the feeling. The feeling of her lungs expanding and her shoulders moving, she knew how to calm herself down, she had done it so many times. Eleanor kept breathing, physically making her body move in time with it; she kept eye contact with the girl, needing anything else to look at than in front of her. 

The girl seemed okay with it, but Eleanor didn’t trust her judgement at that moment. Her ears were still fuzzy, the question ‘are you alright’ replaying over and over again. Her fingers were stiff, her legs jumping up and down to get rid of the electricity inside her. She breathed again, deep and strong, finally feeling the air push out every crevice of her lungs and fill her diaphragm properly. Eleanor felt her shoulders drop from her ears, and the twinge in her back allowed her to sink into her seat, spent. 

Eleanor was far from better though. The aftermath of the panic attack was settling in, an unsettled stomach and a headache on the way. She shut her eyes, imagining herself at home with Eve. 

“Do you need me to call anyone?” The girl's voice was so soft, Eleanor wondered if that was her real voice. It reminded her of Snow White almost. Peeling open her heavy eyes, the world tilted as she sat back up a little. She fished for her phone in her pocket, finally pulling it out with a struggle. Sluggishly opening her phone and finding Eve’s contact, she passed it over to the girl. Hopefully Eve wouldn’t immediately panic knowing it wasn’t Eleanor on the other side. 

With that sorted, Eleanor kept her head down, eyes staring at her keyboard. She counted the numbers a few times, made the alphabet with the letters and stared at the glowing lights under the buttons. She breathed in, chest stuttering like an old car, and out, imagining herself blowing away the keys and leaving it blank. 

She faintly heard the conversation next to her, but it was too hard to focus. Her head was aching and her belly was churning. She hadn’t had a panic attack in so long she forgot how awful the aftermath was.

The girl next to her slid her phone back onto the desk, “Your girlfriend’s on her way. I’ll help you outside.” God was Eleanor grateful she was sat next to fucking Mother Teresa. She didn’t even need to pack up her computer or her books, she felt gentle hands around her arm and then she was standing and walking out of the class. Eleanor was almost grateful for her condition because she didn’t notice anyone else as they left the room. She focused on the touch of the girl's hands and putting one foot in front of the other. 

Being outside drastically improved her condition. The sun cleared her vision and the wind swept away the fuzziness from her ears. She let out an audible sigh. 

“All good now?” The girl asked. 

Eleanor nodded, “Better.” 

The girl stayed with Eleanor until Eve arrived. Before they both left she introduced herself as Josie. It seemed like a fitting name for a girl so kind. 

The car ride was pretty silent, Eve noticing Eleanor’s need for a quiet trip. When they got home, it was immediate bed rest and Eve doting on her. As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep, her body completely relaxing and allowing itself time to recover. 

When she woke up a few hours later, the curtains had been drawn on one side and the sunset was bleeding through the windows. Eleanor smiled despite herself. She pulled herself up, her headache mostly gone but she still felt her stomach gurgle a little. Eleanor put her hand to it, wanting to find Eve and get her to deal with it. 

It was a little hard to get out of bed and walk to the door, but as soon as she walked down the hall and smelt dinner cooking, walking got easier. Eve was in the kitchen with her hair messily done in a low ponytail. Her hair had gotten longer yet there were bits still falling out in front of her eyes, Eleanor heard her blow a strand away before she said hello. 

She was dressed in an apron, sweatpants and a cropped t-shirt. The apron cinched her waist, and her neck was exposed. She approached and softly kissed the back of her neck, causing the girl to jump. 

Eleanor chuckled, “Did I scare you?” 

“You’re supposed to be in bed, Miss.” Eve turned around. Now that Eleanor was more lucid, she noticed her eyeliner and earrings. She was wearing her favourite sun earrings and her eyeliner was more extravagant than usual. She smiled, 

“You look pretty.” 

Eve’s cheeks flushed red, she ducked her head down and chuckled, “Shut up,” She turned back around and stirred whatever was in the pot, “How much of this do you want? Are you feeling up to eating at all?” 

Eleanor hooked her chin over Eve’s shoulder, shrugging. She would want to eat whatever Eve made but she didn’t know if her stomach could handle a full meal. 

“Well, you can have a small portion and then we’ll see if it settles hmm?” Eve always knew exactly what to say. 

Eve finished up her cooking and plated two very different sized meals. They both sat down to eat and Eleanor could only stomach a few spoonfuls. The meal was good though, for the few bites she had. She felt a little guilty for not being able to eat a lot, but Eve was perfectly okay with it, of course. 

After dinner they sat on the couch, Eve searched for something to put on the TV just to have noise. She sat back next to Eleanor, noticing how quiet she was. 

“Do you want to tell me about what happened?” Her hand snuck onto Eleanor’s belly, rubbing a gentle side to side motion. 

Eleanor debated it. She didn’t really want to, but this was Eve. She could tell her anything. 

She leaned into her girlfriend, sighing to prepare herself. 

“It was just a video about signs of child abuse. The scenes in it were just a bit too real and then I freaked. It felt like it was so long before anyone even noticed, like I was the child in the video,” She laughed, “Silly, right?” 

Eve’s other hand came around to rub her shoulder, “Of course not, you can’t control what triggers you. Sweetheart, don’t feel silly about it. I promise, you’re okay and if anything else happens I’ll be there to help you,” She paused, leant forward and kissed Eleanor’s temple, “Now just rest, and forget about today.” 

She rubbed Eleanor’s stomach more, settling the food inside and putting Eleanor at ease. After the debacle today, this was nice. 

---

[blueshykitsune-blog]

Ah sadly I didn't get to max how many I gave out. Was kinda busy most of today and thee one time I wasn't that busy I had no wifi so no tumblr... which was like 2:30-10... maybe like 10:20 Idk.

My legs and feet hurt cause I was in heels the whole time too and a bit before 2:30 too.

I wore my pirate dress from last year, the fake corset it came with, some black heeled boots, red socks, I had earrings, a ring, two necklaces, some autumn fox pants, and my fox mask I hand made and painted.

Oh and my glasses and of course undergarments but like I relatively wear those most days if not all (I wear underwear everyday it's other undergarments I occasionally wear or not and my glasses cause... reasons I may explain later.)

Anyways I basically was foxy... from fnaf... or like a female human version... which was uh... fun.

I took so long to decide the color that I had to paint it maybe an hour to 30 minutes before I left btw. Also I chose wine color cause it looked like a dark red when I looked at the actual bottle.

I added gold to it. Mainly cause my dress and corset has black, red, and gold so it looked good. Kinda a similar red too.

Anyways I'm tired... sucks that I ways dying of heat so badly it was starting to make me a tad sick feeling. It also wasn't just me. Some others agreed it was quite hot/warm. Didn't help we had extra heat from some stoves so I was really dying

Also I almost missed out completely on the special drink they made, I got some tho. (Dry ice root beer drinks, also known as witches brew.)

I got too hot I couldn't eat nor socialize... especially when I got the sicky feeling.

I might continue this more on @goldshykitsune which I do plan to keep that pfp for a while until I draw a new one.

Maybe I'll do a November one... if not I'll wait until December to change it.

And by November one I mean probably more autumn themed... I would for this one but like... that requires me to redraw Shy or draw Shyblue

And I was planing to make a new header to include Shy if I did Shyblue so it's still gonna be a while longer as I still have hardly any room on the phone and my laptop. (Had to Uninstall an app I really wanted just so I could have boops on Tumblr btw. And my laptop had a drive that is almost holding everything I would even use the computer for cause the forced updates took all the room I had left aside from firefox. I literally have like nothing on it. Firefox and trash can was all I remember being on the actual laptop.)

[isindismay]

Gazpachogate Averted

Red Dwarf

T

Lister/Rimmer

No archive warnings apply

It’s Rimmer’s dream come true, he’s been invited to the captain’s supper. But he has to bring a date and all the female crewmembers are washing their hair. Can he pass off his bunkmate as his date?

Rimmer was at his wits’ end. It had finally happened, he had been invited to one of the captain’s infamous suppers. Only very special people were invited to those, and Rimmer had been waiting fourteen long years. Now his time had finally come.

By all rights, he should be smarming around, rubbing it in everyone’s faces by now. And he would be, if not for one vital thing that he had failed to anticipate.

The invitation said plus one.

He was expected to bring a date.

A date.

Now, Rimmer was no fool. He had considered this carefully. That is, after curling up into a ball and trying to cram his fist in his mouth in an attempt to quell the rising panic.

Calm down, he told himself. Any crewmember of the female persuasion would surely be glad of a chance to hang off his arm, especially as he was now so clearly marked as officer material that it might as well have been written on his forehead.

Then why were all of them suddenly washing their hair?

He was pretty sure that he had asked every woman on the ship whose name he knew. Even Yvonne McGruder claimed to be seeing someone else. She was clearly playing hard to get. But after he repeatedly asked her and she threatened to deck him, he decided he didn’t actually want to take her anyway.

His attempts to lure in a stranger with his best winning smile went equally badly. He was beginning to think that everyone must find him too intimidating. Yes, that was it. Had to be.

Ordinarily, Rimmer would have been seriously considering pulling a sickie. It wouldn’t be the first time he did that to weasel out of an uncomfortable social situation. Only, this was a chance of a lifetime.

He was looking forward to being alone so he could lie down on the floor and scream silently, but when he returned to the bunkroom, Lister had the nerve to be there, lounging on his bunk.

Rimmer turned to the little window in the room. He rested his chin on his fist and stared out at the darkness of space in a way that he would describe as heroically pensive. He was definitely in a pickle. But it was nothing compared to the scrapes General Patton had got himself out of. He just had to think.

Crunch.

Yes, he had to think.

Crunch crunch.

His concentration was broken by whatever unspeakable snacks Lister was chomping on. He whipped his head around to reprimand him, then stopped.

Lister!

Lister?

Well, he supposed he hadn’t asked everyone.

Could he even let himself contemplate such a thing?

“Look, Rimmer, I know what you’re gonna say.”

“You do?”

“I know I haven’t got the laundry pile down like you asked me, but there is a good reason for it, I swear,” he said, and shoved a handful of pretzels in his mouth, showering crumbs down himself as he began to chew.

“No that’s not it.”

“Well if it’s about the pile of dishes-“

“Would you shut up for a minute Lister?”

“All right,” Lister said, holding a hand up defensively.

Rimmer swallowed his pride and took a deep breath. He supposed this would be marginally less embarrassing than turning up alone. “Lister, would you do me the honour of accompanying me to the captain’s supper tonight?”

Lister scratched his head. “Erm…” he said, drawing the word out.

Rimmer tapped his foot. “Well?”

“Ermmm…” Lister continued. He let go of the bag of pretzels, spilling them over the bed, and started playing with his locs.

“Lister!”

“Sorry, just thinkin’ what else I’ve got on.”

“Come on, it’s a once in a lifetime chance to rub shoulders with the Space Corps elite. And! A free meal.”

“Then why didn’t you say so? You really should have led with that part,” Lister said, sitting up and dangling his legs over the side of the bunk.

“So you’ll come with me?”

“Sure.”

“There’s just one snag. You’ll be my date, so you’ll have to be on your best behaviour.”

Lister jumped down to the floor. “Woah woah woah, I’ll be your what?” he asked, coming up behind Rimmer.

“Don’t make me say it again,” Rimmer said, redness creeping up his neck.

“Do I have to call you my darling dearest?” Lister said, clasping his hands and leaning close to Rimmer’s ear.

“Don’t you dare, you’ll make me vomit.”

“Ey, you were the one who asked me. I’m gettin’ mixed messages here.”

“Of course I’d much rather have a voluptuous lady on my arm, but unfortunately they were all busy.”

Lister sniggered. “Were they?”

“Well it really was such short notice, it was inevitable really.”

“How long did you have to find someone, eh?”

“Three- never you mind! It doesn’t matter!”

“Three days? Weeks?”

Rimmer clenched his teeth and tried to will away the hot, flushed feeling. The way Lister was smirking told him that he was unsuccessful at keeping his embarrassment to himself.

“Wait, how many people did you ask before me?”

“I wasn’t counting,” Rimmer said, crossing his arms and turning away.

“Did it occur to you that I might not want to be your forty-seventh choice?”

“Lister, do you really think you’re likely to be anyone’s first choice?”

“You what?” Lister said. “I’ll have you know I’m actually very popular.”

“And yet you’re still free on Saturday night.”

“Yeah? Well when was the last time you had plans? And I don’t mean alphabetising our collection of condiment packets.”

“Well I have plans tonight and that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a hot date with yours truly,” Lister said, pointing a thumb at himself. “Might be a bit awkward later on when you walk me back to me quarters and I have no choice but to invite you in whether I want to or not.”

“Lister! What are you drivelling about? Wait! You mean you’ll come with me?”

Lister smirked. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep on mentioning the fifty eight women who really woulda come with you, only they all suddenly decided to become nuns.”

“Be serious, Lister. I really need to make a good impression here. This could be my best shot at securing that promotion.”

“So where did we meet?”

“What?”

“It’s a classic question. People are gonna ask us.”

“Well, here, obviously,” Rimmer said, walking over to the mirror and starting to fuss with his hair.

“Nah, that’s rubbish. We gotta come up with something better. Like we both wrote into the lonely hearts column of the ship’s newsletter and we ended up writin’ to each other for ages until we realised.”

“That’s… that’s not a bad idea.”

Lister walked up behind Rimmer and met his eyes in the mirror. “See, I’m not just a pretty face, am I? That’s how I won you over, by being thoughtful and romantic.” He slipped his arm through Rimmer’s and squeezed it.

Rimmer looked at himself and Lister in the mirror. He had to admit they didn’t look bad together. If Lister tidied himself up a little, of course. Could he really pretend they were together, even for just one night? If he wanted that promotion, he was going to have to.

*

“Right, are you ready?” Rimmer asked for what must have been the fifth time. He was standing by the door, tapping his foot.

“Yeah, think so,” Lister said.

“How is it that you’re so casual about this?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?”

“This is important!”

“Not to me it’s not. It’s just slightly fancier food than usual.”

“You’d better pretend to be more enthusiastic when we get there!”

“Well that’s gonna be hard if yer just gonna nag me all night.”

“All right, all right,” Rimmer said. He looked Lister up and down. “I have to say, you don’t look bad.” Lister had miraculously found a t shirt that was both plain and clean, a pair of trousers with only one small tear in the knee and was wearing his ship issue jacket which looked almost brand new on account of him rarely wearing it even when he was required to.

“I don’t look bad? Yer gonna hafta do better’n that. Yer meant to go all weak at the knees at the sight of me.”

“Am I?” Rimmer said, a sudden thought hitting him like an asteroid. “Wait. No. I’m not ready. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if they’re to believe me, I’m going to have to…” -he gritted his teeth - “act gay.”

“You’re going to have to act gay?” Lister said, as if repeating the words would make them make more sense.

“That’s what I said. How do I do it?”

“Oh c’mon Rimmer, you’ve seen gay people before.”

“No I haven’t. Maybe you have, but I don’t frequent those types of places!”

Lister shook his head. “You don’t hafta act like anythin’. Gay people aren’t walking stereotypes, they just act like people.”

“Oh, right. Yep. I knew that. I was just testing you.”

“Yeah, ‘course you were,” Lister said. “Are you sure you should wear that?”

“This is my dress uniform. Everyone will be dressed like this.”

“Aren’t you like worried they might serve soup or summink? One spill and you’ll be knackered.”

“Unlike some people, miladdo, I’m quite capable of eating a meal without slopping it down myself,” Rimmer said. “Now come on, let’s not be late.”

*

As it happened, the first course was soup. Of course it was. Just to prove Lister right. Rimmer didn’t look at him, but he could feel Lister grinning next to him.

Rimmer waited for everyone else to pick up their spoons first to make sure he chose the right one, then did so himself. He ate a spoonful, and to his dismay, it was cold.

“Lister,” he hissed. “Is your soup cold?”

Lister nodded, merrily eating spoonfuls of his own soup. “It’s Gazpacho, ain’t it? Meant to be cold.”

Rimmer looked at the soup like it had personally offended him. It sounded posh, and Rimmer was angry at himself for never having heard of it before. “How do you know that?” he asked Lister in a low voice.

“Worked in a restaurant chain on Mimas for a while, you know.”

“You were a chef?”

“Nah, they mostly had me sweepin’ the floors and washin’ the plates.”

“But you wanted to be a chef?”

“Not really. I didn’t even wanna be on Mimas.”

“Then what on Io did you go there for?”

“Dunno. Don’t remember, I was kinda drunk at the time. Lost me wallet, so I had to make money to get home somehow.”

“And then you decided to join the Space Corps?”

“Not really. Just thought it’d be a better bet to get home.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”

“You never asked, did you?” Lister said, slurping the rest of his soup.

Rimmer looked down at his soup bowl. At least talking to Lister had distracted him from eating that stuff. Gazpacho soup was, he decided, an acquired taste. That he hadn’t yet acquired.

Rimmer had always wondered why Lister had joined the Space Corps when he seemed so unenthusiastic about being there. Now it was all starting to make sense. He didn’t want to be there at all.

For a while, the conversation at the table washed over him as if it was something he was completely uninvolved in. The missions into space were never short. It was a big commitment. Rimmer had naively assumed everyone was as enthusiastic about being on the ship as he was. But not wanting to be there at all? Actually wanting to go home instead? He couldn’t imagine what that must be like. It hadn’t occurred to him before that Lister might be struggling. He gave such a good impression of not giving a smeg.

Between courses, Rimmer tried to laugh both first and loudest at the Captain’s jokes. Due to his nerves and the glass of wine that he was sure was far stronger than usual, this resulted in him laughing at some of the Captain’s very serious remarks instead, earning him funny looks from everyone at the table.

At the start of the meal, Hollister had introduced everyone, but Rimmer had been so busy trying to appear eager, polite and professional, that actually listening to their names hadn’t got a look in. The Captain’s date was someone he had never seen before, easily half his age. Cindy, or Mindy, or maybe even Mandy spent the whole meal smiling photogenically at everyone, especially the Captain.

Lister was saying something, and Rimmer lost in thought completely missed it. The Captain turned to him.

“So, Rimmer, I didn’t know you were such a family guy.”

“Erm, well, you see-“ Rimmer floundered.

Lister took his arm. “Oh, well we’ve always talked about settling down one day, adopting some kids.”

“Ooh that’s lovely,” said Mindy.

“Have we?” Rimmer said. Just what had Lister made up while he wasn’t listening?

“Oh, stop it, Arnie. You’re so funny. Isn’t he funny?”

Sandy threw her head back and laughed far more than was necessary.

“Settling down? So you’re planning on leaving the Space Corps?” Todhunter said.

“No!” Rimmer said, pushing Lister off him, then he remembered himself and timidly took Lister’s arm back and patted it. “Er, no.”

“I’ve always fancied myself as a stay at home dad,” Lister said. “I’ll take care of the kids, while Rimmer does… whatever it is he does.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it all worked out. I like that in a man!” the Captain said.

The main course arrived. Everyone else got pasta in a creamy sauce, but the server gave Lister an entirely different meal.

Rimmer looked at him and frowned. “What’s this?”

“You know, darlin’, ‘cause of my allergies,” Lister said.

“Allergies?” Rimmer said in a low voice.

Lister nodded and started eating. “It’s good. Wanna try some?”

To Rimmer’s horror, before he could refuse Lister was holding a forkful up to his mouth. This was ridiculous and childish, but the other diners were watching. He reluctantly ate the food from Lister’s fork.

His mouth was immediately on fire. “Mmm,” he lied, tears forming in his eyes. He swallowed and felt the burning sensation travel all the way to his stomach. He bent over and faked a coughing fit so he could wipe his eyes on his serviette, then grabbed for his wine glass and gulped down the contents and immediately regretting it. A server appeared at his elbow and filled the glass again.

The wine was going to Rimmer’s head, which at least distracted him from the burning sensation from whatever godforsaken dish Lister had been served. The other diners were chatting and laughing gracefully in between bites of food. Rimmer tried to join in, but found himself struggling to follow the conversation while he thought of something witty and insightful to add, and also found that he was eating the slowest too.

The others were talking about their relationships, and Rimmer felt compelled to add something, but it would have to be something completely fictional. None of his previous attempts at dating could provide any useable anecdotes.

It occurred to him that the other couples at the table had probably kissed, and done other things involving significantly less clothing. Were the others imagining him and Lister doing the same? He wasn’t sure which was the scarier prospect, that they were or that they didn’t buy that the two of them were together.

He glanced at Lister and flashes of images of what the others might be imagining came into his mind. Kissing Lister in the room they had shared for years, undressing each other, falling into bed. Touching Lister’s body. Lister touching his body. Suddenly the room felt very hot. Rimmer took a sip of his wine. It didn’t help.

Rimmer realised Lister was telling the story of how they met with dramatic embellishments. The other diners were hanging on his every word.

“How romantic!” Mindy shrieked.

“You should’ve seen Rimmer’s letters, they’d melt anyone’s heart.”

All eyes were on Rimmer and he felt under pressure to say the right thing. “Oh well, I don’t like to brag.”

Lister smiled, and Rimmer wondered if it would be appropriate or inappropriate to kiss him. Then he wondered where that thought could possibly have come from. Too much wine, that must be it.

“Was the meal to sir’s liking? The chef made it specially to cater to your dietary requirements,” the server said to Lister when he came to collect the plates.

“Yeah, top notch, man,” Lister said.

“Dietary requirements?” Rimmer said.

“Yeah,” lister said with a grin.

Rimmer shook his head.

“Well I had to make sure I was gonna get something good, yeah?”

*

“So, this is me,” Lister said as they reached the door of their bunkroom. “I’d invite you in, but you know, don’t wanna give you the wrong impression of me.”

“Lister, what are you talking about?” Rimmer said, walking past him and going into the room.

“Oh what the hell, you only live once, yeah?” Lister followed him inside. “I had a nice time tonight.”

“I told you it was a great honour to be invited.”

“I don’t care about the honour. I had a nice time with you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you?”

“I suppose so.”

“So am I getting a kiss or not?”

Rimmer was taken aback by the question. Part of him wanted to, but another part told him that he really shouldn’t. “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“No.” Lister said it in such a small voice that Rimmer knew he wasn’t lying. “I mighta been before, but I’m not now.”

“You’re drunk, Lister. Go to bed.”

“No.” This no was more forceful. “Let’s have another drink.”

“I’ve really had too much already,” Rimmer said, but Lister had already routed out a four pack of that awful Leopard Lager. He opened a can and slid it across the table to Rimmer, then opened a can for himself.

Rimmer sighed and sat down at the table with Lister. There was no harm in having one more drink, was there? It was probably the drink talking, but he actually found himself wanting to spend more time with Lister. It was a novelty. He figured he may as well make the most of enjoying his time with his bunkmate while it lasted. He took a drink.

Tomorrow he would be back to wishing Lister would leave the moment he walked into the room. Wouldn’t he? It wasn’t as if this phoney date had changed anything between them, was it? It wasn’t as if the pretend images of them being together had wormed their way into Rimmer’s mind and settled themselves as a distinct possibility for the future.

“Do you think I impressed them?” Rimmer asked, trying to change the subject.

For a moment, Lister just smiled at him. “Yeah,” he said.

“You don’t care, do you?”

Lister snorted. “Not really,” he said, and took another drink. “I mean, I know it’s important to you, but I was just thinkin’ the way you’re drinking is kinda cute. Little sips.” He laughed to himself. “So like you.”

Rimmer tried to articulate the fact that he didn’t actually like lager, but he couldn’t get the words organised in his head because Lister called him cute and suddenly he was on the verge of hyperventilating. Why did he have to do that? It was like Lister knew that he was feeling vulnerable to such things.

“You’ve gone red,” Lister said, leaning forward, an impish smile on his face.

“I haven’t,” Rimmer mouthed, struggling to get his words out. Lister was close now, Rimmer could feel his breath on his face.

There was a clatter and suddenly Rimmer’s trousers were wet. Lister had knocked over one of the cans of lager.

“Oh smeg, I’m sorry!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Rimmer said, standing up and making a feeble effort to brush the liquid off the cloth. His heart was pounding. He felt vaguely guilty about not feeling angry that his dress uniform was possibly ruined. But his mind was elsewhere. That moment between him and Lister was gone. Or was it?

Lister had stood up too. He was looking at Rimmer as if he was expecting to be shouted at.

“It doesn’t matter,” Rimmer repeated, softer this time. He leaned over the table and curled his hand around the back of Lister’s neck. Lister’s eyes fluttered shut and he let himself be pulled forward into Rimmer’s kiss.

Rimmer wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in his system, but touching Lister felt really good. Being touched by Lister felt really good. Lister tasted of lager and that didn’t taste so bad any more.

Lister gently pulled away. The kiss ended all too soon. Rimmer felt disappointment setting in as he started to think that this would probably be a one off. It was the best kiss he’d ever had.

Walking around the table, Lister approached him. Casually, Lister slung his arms around Rimmer’s neck and leaned his body against his. He looked into Rimmer’s eyes and smiled as he kissed him again. This was even better. Rimmer had no idea a kiss could feel so good. Their lips melted together and Rimmer put one hand on the back of Lister’s head and wrapped his other arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“So, when will I see you again?” Lister asked, running a finger along Rimmer’s jawline in a way that made him shiver.

“Tomorrow, I imagine,” Rimmer said.

“You’re keen. Where are you taking me?”

“Oh!” Rimmer said, finally twigging. “Well, I suppose I’ll think of somewhere. Wait, you’re actually saying you want to go on another date with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“You mean you don’t mind that you weren’t my first choice?”

“Don’t ruin it, Rimmer.”

“Sorry. Don’t know why I said that.”

Lister shrugged. “Maybe it was fate.”

“I knew there had to be a reason all of those women turned me down.”

“Maybe you acted off putting on purpose ‘cause ya really wanted to go with me,” Lister said with a grin.

[lizbethborden]

One thing that makes me feel utterly insane is when grown women use baby talk in a professional setting. Don't get me wrong, I know I work in coffee which is like the clown academy of professionalism, but only my female employees have ever called out saying they "feel a little sicky" and "my tummy is hurty" (I'm serious). Men do not do this. And as I'm sure you know to me women are normally 100% incapable of doing anything wrong ever (including when they murder people), but this is actually absurd and embarrassing. Grow up.

[babybearsnz]

Hyung is allergic to everything

Fic inspired by my Seventeen S.coups dream reality texts.

Sickies: S.coups, Vernon, Mingyu, Dino

Caretaker/pov: Female y/n dating S.coups

Quick summary: A few of the members had gone out for the day and ended up visiting a friend for a while. This friend, however, owned cats, and the members had tons of fun playing with them. Unfortunately, several of the members back home were allergic to cats.

Your pov:

Dino and I were about to park outside after running a few errands when I got a text from Coups. “Are you home?”

“Just got back, why?” I responded.

“Kwan, Jun, and Jeonghan stopped at Minho’s on their way home.”

I groaned aloud and Dino quickly turned to me. “Wae, wae?”

“Soonie, Doongi, and Dori must’ve left their mark.”

He cringed. “Go,” he told me. “I’ll grab the bags and meet you inside.”

I hastily made my way inside and Vernon met me at the front door. His eyes were bloodshot and watering and it appeared he could barely keep them open.

I reached out and held his face in my hands. “Oh, you poor thing.” I wiped his tears away with my thumb and guided him over towards the stairs. “Sit here for now.”

Once Dino came in he went to sit with Vernon, wrapping an arm around his youngest hyung’s shoulders. I hoped his reaction wouldn’t be too bad since he hadn’t been home for long.

From the kitchen, I heard some shouting in Chinese and walked in to see Minghao scolding Jun.

I cut him off, “Hao, hajima!” I turned to Jun, “Junhui, go shower and change.” He only nodded in response and walked away.

“Y/n!” I heard Woozi call. “Where’s the vacuum?”

“Way ahead of you!” Hoshi could be heard turning on the vacuum in the other room.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo basically delivered the other two troublemakers to me. Seungkwan had his head down.

“Really, guys?” I raised an eyebrow and sighed. “Go shower, please.”

A few minutes later, S.coups walked in with Mingyu who had clearly been sneezing up a storm. “Where do you want us?” He asked and sniffled.

“You two can go up to my room,” I answered. “Meds are in my desk drawer, I just need to find eyedrops for Vernon.”

When I returned to the living room, Dino was prodding at his nose. “Dino-ssi, go upstairs and take some meds.” I could tell he was about to protest and I shot him a look. It worked to say the least. I handed Vernon a damp washcloth to press to his eyes and went to dig through the medicine cabinet.

The other members were busy cleaning the house to get rid of any fur or dander and I was extremely grateful. I took Vernon’s hand and led him upstairs. Mingyu was lying down with his head in Dino’s lap. I had Vernon sit on the bed next to Coups and exchanged the washcloth with a tissue to dry his eyes.

“You ready, Vernon-ah?” He asked. Vernon shook his head frantically before I took a look at his pink eyes.

His eyelashes suddenly fluttered and he cupped a hand over his face. “hESHhuh! huRESHH!”

“Oh, bless you.” I dried his eyes again.

“Sorry, thank you.”

“Alright, I have a trick for eyedrops so it won’t be scary, okay?”

Vernon nodded and I had him close his eyes and tilt his head up. I put a couple of drops into the inner corners of his eyes so that when he opened his eyes, the drops would fall in. S.coups caught the leftover tears.

“tchiii! tchiii! hehtchiii!”

“Bless you, Min,” I said.

Dino blessed him and I saw him run his fingers through Mingyu’s hair.

In no time, Hoshi poked his head into the room. “Everything should be clean of cat hair now,” he said and smiled.

When Hoshi left, Seungkwan arrived. He seemed to be upset and apologized over and over again to which we expressed our thanks. I could tell he was going to be more thoughtful about allergies in the future.

Coups cuddled up next to me and rubbed his nose. I kissed him on the head. “You okay, baby?”

“Itchy,” he replied. I frowned and pulled him closer.

It wasn’t long before his breath started hitching. “Ah, jaechaegi,” I said.

“hhETCHhu! hATCHuhh!” He sniffled.

“Bless you,” I cooed.

“Bless you, hyung,” Vernon added.

He thanked us before sneezing again and blowing his nose.

When I looked over at the other boys, Mingyu’s eyes were closed as he rested on the maknae. “Is he asleep?” I asked Dino.

He shrugged before bringing an arm over his face. “hhESHhii!”

Mingyu jerked awake and his eyes widened.

“Aigo,” I laughed.

“Mianhaeyo.” Dino put a hand on Mingyu’s shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he assured Dino. “Can we watch a movie in the living room now?” He asked me.

“Probably.” I texted Woozi to come upstairs. “I’ll ask Ji what he thinks.”

I heard Woozi whistling as he came up the stairs. Joshua came in right behind him.

“Shua!” S.coups called. “You’re home.”

Joshua was at an event the night before and had finally returned to Seoul. “Hey, I heard what happened.” He sat on the other side of me, Coups still comfy in my arms opposite him. “How’s everyone feeling?” Joshua directed toward no one in particular.

The boys all groaned and we laughed.

“Ji,” I said. “Mingyu wants to watch a movie downstairs, what are your thoughts?”

“Should be fine,” he states. “I vacuumed the couch so I would only worry about Vernon and Coups-hyung because they react the worst.”

So, with Woozi’s permission, Mingyu happily trotted down the stairs with Dino close behind.

“hhASHhuh!” Vernon desperately rubbed at his nose as his breath wavered.

“God bless.” Joshua patted his back as his fellow American tilted his head toward the ceiling in anticipation. Eventually, he sighed and sniffled as the feeling of another sneeze subsided.

“Vernon, do you want to come downstairs too?” Woozi asked.

He shook his head. “Maybe later.” He shrugged and Woozi and Joshua left.

S.coups blew his nose, leaving a slight pink tinge around it. “Ugh, my nose is so itchy,” he whined.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.”

“Hyung,” Vernon said. “You can have my sneezes. I don’t want them anymore.” He punctuated his sentence with another sneeze. “I can’t stop.”

Coups laughed. “Give them to Dino.”

In that moment, I could’ve sworn I heard a sneeze come from downstairs. S.coups’s head whipped around before looking back at Vernon in shock.

The three of us burst into laughter for a little while, only stopping when Vernon coughed and S.coups started pushing at his nose with a knuckle.

“Did you try the nose spray I got you?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “Probably should. Where is it?”

“Minghao put it away.” I pulled out my phone. “I’ll have him bring it up.”

When he delivered the spray, I couldn’t help but ask. “Has Dino sneezed at all since he’s been downstairs?” I explained the crazy coincidence that had happened earlier.

Minghao giggled. “Only once but not recently,” he mumbled, thinking. “I think what you heard was me. Hoshi and Woozi are on a cleaning kick now since they had already started due to the cat hair. So of course they were dusting everything.” He took the plastic off of the nose spray and handed it to Coups.

S.coups glanced at it and hesitated. “It’s gonna make me sneeze a ton, huh?”

Vernon hummed in agreement. “Oh, 100%.”

S.coups sighed and used the spray as fast as he could, letting out a small cough and sniffling, and tilted his head up while dabbing at his nose with a tissue. “Aish, I hate it.” He groaned.

“Aw, you’re okay.” I rubbed his back.

He had the tissue over his face and pinched his nose, either trying not to sneeze or wanting to make sure he didn’t sneeze out any of the medicine.

“Woozi said it still works well even if you sneeze some of it out,” Minghao mentioned. “At least for him it does.”

Coups nodded with his head still pointing up, his eyes closed, and his mouth hanging open. “hhATCHuu! hhETCHahh! hATCHiiew! TCHiiew!”

“Bless you, bless you, wow,” Minghao squeezed his shoulder.

I pouted. “Bless you, Cheolie.”

“Bless.” Vernon offered up some more tissues.

“Thank you, thank you, sorry.” S.coups accepted them. “But I can’t blow my nose now, right?”

Vernon shook his head. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

He wiped his nose instead, briefly massaging his sinuses.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Jun said, him and Seungkwan standing in the doorway. Seungkwan looked like he was about to cry.

“I’m okay,” he assured them. “It’s okay.”

“Oh, Kwannie, don’t worry.” I cooed. S.coups ushered him to come in the room and reached his arms out.

Seungkwan climbed into his lap and Coups hugged him while I rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry,” he blubbered. “I feel so terrible.”

S.coups pouted. “Oh, it’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

“Hyung is allergic to everything.” Vernon tried lightening the mood. “And me and Mingyu just sneeze a lot. Seriously, we’re all used to it.”

Seungkwan laughed and stood back up.

“C’mon, let’s go watch a movie.” I took S.coups’s hand and the six of us joined the others on the living room couch.

[lucysarah-c]

Random detail of the reader in Holy ground

Fun fact, my OC aka the person I think of while writing Holy Ground is always referred as "Twiggy". That's because a lot of reasons:

Since she comes from a noble family most of her female relatives share the same name. Especially her "mother's side of the family". So she was referred to as "Twiggy" as a nickname to tell her apart from her grandmother, etc.

Second, Twiggy is also referred that she was a really sicky and fragile child "as a tree's twig that breaks easily,"

Obviously everybody is "aware" that Twiggy is just a nickname but she insists on being called that. Even Erwin refers to her in public as "twiggy". This is because her "fake military enlist name" is "Anne"  which is NOT her real name. Anne was a very common name in Germany and for the research I did, back in the day most girls born in orphanages were named like this. So her fake papers have a "really common normal girl name" However it's really hard for her to realise people are talking to her when she's addressed as Anne. Then, she always presents herself like "My name is Anne, but everybody calls me Twiggy,". Erwin and the rest who are aware that Anne isn't her real name, use the nickname because they feel it more personal.

HOWEVER Levi wasn't aware of this for plenty of months, even ALREADY in a relationship and he refused to use the nickname because... let's be honest do you imagine Levi saying "Twiggy". So he calls her by "her name" which is "Anne" for him.

But one day he heard Thomas addressing Twiggy as "Alex" and it confused him deeply. She explained that her "real name" wasn't only too "fancy" for commoners but also that “everybody in my family is named that way," thing. Levi is shocked when he discovers that her full name is "Alexandrina Victoria 3th" and that he had been calling HIS girlfriend by a RANDOM NAME.

After this, Levi tries" to use "Twiggy" more because he realises how weird it must be for her to be called by another name. But he also switches to "Alex" a lot in private to not make people freak out haha.

HOWEVER! haha I DO imagine that when Levi is angry he calls her by her full name like an angry mother "ALEXANDRINA VICTORIA WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WHERE YOU THINKING?!"

[snnydcys]

allison jade "sonny" munroe

age  21-38+  ,  gender  cis  female  ,  pronouns  she/her  ,  location  los  angeles  ,  occupation  actress  and  singer  songwriter  ,  faceclaim  demi  lovato

sonny  munroe  was  just  a  girl  from  wisconsin  wanting  to  live  her  dream  on  her  favorite  hit  tv  show,  so  random.  she  sent  in  a  funny  video  in  hopes  to  get  in  and  with  luck  on  her  side,  she  did.  flying  out  with  her  mom  to  los  angeles,  she  found  herself  now  starring  on  the  show  with  her  new  costars  tawni  hart,  nico  harris,  grady  mitchell,  and  zora  lancaster.

it  started  a  bit  rocky,  especially  with  tawni.  but  finding  her  place,  she  continues  to  live  out  her  dreams  and  being  grateful  for  every  second  of  it.  creating  characters  like  one  bad  bee,  check  it  out  girl,  and  her  hit  breaking  character  -  sicky  vicky.

coming  from  appleton  wisconsin,  sonny  is  the  most  down  to  earth  girl  in  hollywood.  her  kindness  radiates  everywhere  she  goes  and  there  is  not  one  selfish  bone  in  her  body.  always  putting  everyone  else  before  her.  at  times  it  is  good,  but  sonny  tends  to  fall  into  becoming  a  push  over.  helping  everyone  but  herself.  spreading  herself  way  too  thin.

her  costars  tend  to  take  advantage  of  her  kindness  as  she  helps  everyone.  in  fact,  they  even  created  a  sonny  scheduling  board.  scheduling  when  she  helps  them  at  what  time.  as  much  as  she  loves  helping  others,  she  tends  to  lose  herself  just  a  bit.

sonny  munroe  remains  as  a  cast  member  of  so  random  in  condor  studios.  but  throughout  working  there  and  fiddling  with  music,  she  found  herself  gaining  a  record  deal  and  is  now  also  a  well  known  recording  artist.  it  was  basically  her  dream.  but  despite  all  that  she  was  gifted,  she  struggled  with  maintaining  her  actual  schedule.  sleep  deprived  and  at  times  passing  out  during  rehearsals  for  so  random.  but  she  keeps  busy,  not  wanting  to  let  anyone  down.