#god. anyways ill be fine. hopefully

[reddfishket]

guess who just finished the toh finale......

[sonknuxadow]

What if Werehog Sonic got infected with the metal virus and Metal Sonic got hit with Dark Gaia energy? 2 metal werehogs but of a different kind.

hmmmm i think that the effects dark gaia would have on metal sonic would be very different than the effects it had on sonic i feel like it would be more like possession than a physical transformation. because theyre a robot . and if they were to get a proper werehog form it would be something that eggman designed for them or something

[undermostcorgi]

the media which consumes your entire soul at age 12 will forever be a part of you. this is an unavoidable consequence of living and you have to accept this fact. no matter how old you get, no matter how long it has been since you last saw its smug face peeking out from the bushes as it follows you, no matter if you think you have outrun it for good and that you're finally finally safe and you hardly even remember it exists anymore and your brain knows a few brief moments of true peace, it WILL catch up to you in your moment of weakness. and listen you don't want to hear this but sometimes this is necessary for your mental health. you will on instinct want to reject it and run away again but sometimes. sometimes you just need to watch that old show or listen to that silly song or read that weird book again as an adult and it will hurt you a little bit in various little ways but it will also heal you a little bit. you can call it nostalgia you can call it connecting with your inner child or whatever you want but just listen to me it WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TOO AT SOME POINT AND YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR THIS (i am forcibly dragged off the stage by security)

[phagodyke]

I mostly just scroll thru blog subs when im on mobile bc I follow too many ppl on here so I add mutuals etc there n then turn off notifs so it's like the creme de la creme of the dash anyway if u see me in ur notes more its bc I forgor to add some of u on there until recently sorry 😭😭

[steampoweredskeleton]

. Ignore

[alicechess]

Art x reader part 2

Note: This hasn't been proof read, so my bad if it's not the greatest I smashed this out in like 4 hours. So not the highest quality chapter. I might fix this up at one point, heavy maybe.

@ch1hvro

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You felt ill after the shift, it could be explained, it absolutely could be, right? Just a coincidence, a man dressing up to be a dick, then point at the plastic ring on your hand because he thought it was amusing, and joked that it was him who gave it. Yeah, just a joke, coincidence. You settled on it being a coincidence. 

As soon as you got home, you took the ring of and but it on your bedside table, you didn't want to wear it, you were meant to Halloween night, but it completely slipped your mind. 

However, that night, you heard on the news he somehow escaped the morgue today, in the morning. The news reporters stated the injuries, and allegedly a few people who work in the medical field said how unlikely it would've been for him to survive. They then stated that the poor mortician was brutally murdered too from him, because of course he had to do it. Does that mean it is possible he came to your work today? If that was him, why? He didn't have any blood, or any visible injuries at least. He moved perfectly fine. 

You shook your head, there was no point in thinking about it. If you saw him again, then it absolutely wasn't a coincidence, as there would be no way to justify it. You then turned the TV off, then went to bed. The thoughts of him stuck in your mind as you laid there, the whole day repeating over in your head. How his attention was stuck on you, why that specific Cafe, and although again, the ring may just be him being a dick and not knowing. It still bothered you, all of that happening within the span of an hour. Eventually you fell asleep, your dreams, of course, had him there too. 

The next morning you awoke in a cold sweat, your heart racing rapidly. Once you glanced around and noticed you were in your room, you felt relief.

Just a dream

Maybe you needed to ignore the news, take a break from social media for a few days or even a week. You had no doubt some people would be talking about stuff, but you just had to hope you wouldn't overhear anything. Maybe it'd be good to take a day off, though you knew your boss would be pissed and so as your co-workers. You've barely taken days off the whole year, maybe 3 at most. 

You decided to send a message to your boss, explaining that you have some family stuff going on, and if you could take the day off tomorrow. 

Hopefully he'd be fine with it.

You started getting ready, after showering

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You walked into the door of the Café, the ringing bell irritated your ears. You walked into the back, you had to do a bunch of dishes from last night since one of the other workers had to leave early. Your co-worker spotted then greeted you, "Hey, you look like shit."

You rolled your eyes, "Wow, what a nice way to say good morning Charlie." 

They gave you a cocky smile, "I know I know, I'm wonderful aren't I?"

That damn smile was contagious, "Aww, and I've got you smiling too."

A small chuckle left you, "Yeah yeah, anyway, how longs your shift today? Anyone else in?"

"Uhh, till about 4. I have another job on the side to earn extra. And no, Laurie left about 10 minute ago, she had to leave early as she had an appointment."

"Ew, that's gotta be painful, and god damn it, it would've been nice having a third for today.

"It's painful, but moneys money, world can't go on without it." They sighed, "And I'm trying to save for a new car, the shitbox out there ain't gonna last much longer." They said, taking the eggs out the frypan. "Anyway, can we talk more during our break? Can't have customers complaining."

"Yeah sure, that'd be great actually." They then walked out with the plate of food. 

Your morning was a lot easier to deal with after that interaction, although you hated to admit it, they were annoying at times but you loved them. They were a great friend, and made working a lot easier to tolerate.

You filled the sink and placed the dishes in there, cleaning the least dirty to the most. More and more dishes came, but you tried your best to stay ahead. The dishwasher was going to take forever and only could do a small amount at a time, so this is unfortunately a job that had to be done.

After about an hour, you were close to being finished, and so was the dishwasher. After, you put the dishes away, then went up to your Charlie to check if they needed help with anything.

"To be honest, not really, business is slower than normal, which is a fucking relief." They whispered, so none of the customers could hear. 

"Nice, is Chloe gonna be here soon? It would be nice if she could cover the register, and we can chill in the back."

They shrugged, "Not sure, she's meant to be here at some point today but that's all I know."

You groaned, "Alright, since business is slow should I just sweep and mop now?" 

You heard that cursed bell ring, and you heard a honk. You instantly turned around, wondering what that noise was. 

"What the fuck..." Charlie muttered under their breath.

Your eyes widened, bile rose up in your throat. You stood still for a few moments as you locked eyes with that fucker, then you sprinted towards the staff toilet. You leaned over, the breakfast you ate not longer ago instantly came up. Your throat burned as acid tore at your throat. You clenched the toilet bowl as it kept going. You body shook rapidly from fear and shock.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Why is he here, it was meant to be a fucking coincidence. Do I have a murderer stalking me?

You weren't sure what to do, but after about a minute you heard your Charlie running over.

"Hey, hey!" They said crouching down, rubbing your back. "What the hell was that? Are you okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah...." You croakily mumbled, your legs wobbling as you slowly stood up.

"Stay there if you need to, I can handle the front for a bit." 

You shook your head, "I'll be fine, it's fine. Just give me a minute and I'll clean up."

"Look Chloe should be here soon, when she gets here I'll explain you were sick so you had to leave. Got it?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'll be okay, I just got nauseous.-"

"No, you're heading home when she gets here."

You wanted to argue, but you knew it was probably a good idea. You didn't want to see... it again. 

"Fine, can I help just till she gets here?"

"Yeah sure, just don't overwork yourself and let me know if you feel ill again."

You nodded, moving towards the sink to splash water on your face. "Alright, I'm gonna head back, don't rush yourself I can handle it." They patted your back again, then walked off.

You looked down at your shirt, and thankfully there was no vomit. So, you went back to helping Charlie. As soon as you were in the doorway you spotted him, sitting down. "Hey, is it okay if you could pass this to the customer in the clown suit real quick? I just need to prepare another order."

You nodded, trying to not show your fear to them. "Yeah, of course!"

While you walked over, you noticed his eyes were on you. You looked at the floor, knowing it was rude but you were so afraid. You put the pancakes down in front of the clown. "Here's your order... sir." You mumbled, giving a forced smile. As you starting walking away, he beeped the horn. 

"Did you need something?" 

He nodded, gesturing you to come closer.

He looked at your hand, a frown forming on his face. But not a second later is was replaced with that eerie smile. He stared at you as he purposely knocked the plate down onto the floor. It shattered onto the ground. He covered his mouth, giving an exaggerated 'Oops' face. A few customers looked over giving a confused and concerned expression.

Your face turned into a thin line, what the fuck "I'm sorry sir, I'll be back." You quickly muttered, walking to Charlie, "Hey, look I can't do this right now, can you please talk to the clown? I'll do whatever you were doing before. I'm just really uncomfortable around him."

They nodded, noticing you were shaken up. "Yeah that's fine, but what's going on? You look horrified, did something happen?"

You shook your head, "It's nothing, just can you help him?"

"Okay, I'll do that now, you just need to make a strawberry milkshake for table 5 while I deal with the clown."

"Easy." You immediately started to work on it, you scooped the ice-cream, poured the milk and strawberry-flavoured syrup and then blended it. You occasionally heard words from your Charlie while they were trying to communicate with the clown. But of course it went nowhere. As you were pouring the milkshake into a plastic cup, they came up to you. "I have no idea what he wants, he's not responding at all to me. I clean up the mess, but I don't know what else to do. Was he at least responding to you?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I really, really don't want to talk to him. He's... scaring me." You glanced at the floor, feeling embarrassed. 

"It's okay, I'll figure something out. Other customers are starting to feel uncomfortable as well. Fuck, Chloe needs to get here soon."

"Yeah, hopefully, should I contact the boss?" 

They nodded, "Can you contact Chloe first? We need her here soon."

"I'll do that now, I'll try and make it quick." You hurried out to the back again, pulling out your phone. You dialled her number, but it immediately when to voice mail. "What the fuck..." You murmured, trying again. And again. You groaned, then decided to send her a quick message.

Y/n: Hey, are you still coming into work today? 

You hoped she'd read it soon, then you dialled your bosses number. Thankfully, you heard her voice on the other end. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, I heard from Charlie that Chloe would be coming in today at some point. What time would she be here? She isn't picking up any of my calls. "

You heard a sigh on the other end, "Give me a moment."

After 15 seconds of rustling sounds, she answered. "Alright, it says she'd be on around 2pm till 8pm. Is she not there?"

"No, she's not. It's 2:30."

You heard another sigh from your boss, "I'll try and contact her, that's all I can do. Is that all you needed?"

"No, I was wondering what to do about a customer. One of them is making me and Charlie uncomfortable. He keeps.... just doing stuff."

"If you want advice I need more details." 

You took a deep breath in, "For one he's in a clown outfit, which in itself isn't bad but it's just how he's acting doing it too. If that makes sense, and he purposely broke one of our plates, and acted like it was all funny. He then wouldn't talk to Charlie, only me. It's just such bizarre behaviour."

"Normally threatening them with the police will cause them to stop, but if he continues call the non-emergency line for the police. That's it."

"Alright, thank you."

"Bye." She said, the line ending.

You walked back to the register to talk to your Charlie. "Chloe was meant to be here at 2. What the fuck do we do? She isn't picking up my calls, she's not answering my messages and the boss just told us to threaten the clown with the police but fuck that I'm not comfortable with it I don't know him and he's scaring-"

"Calm down, you're gonna be okay. This isn't a big deal you'll be fine we can figure this out. I'll talk to him."

You glanced over your shoulder to look at the clown. He was sitting there, his chin resting on his hands, giving you a wink. 

"God fucking damn it." Your muttered under your breath, he waved at you, then gesturing for him to come over again. "He wants me to go over again, what do I do? What the fuck do I do?"

Charlie bit their bottom lip, "I can go over if you like and try again, but I doubt he'll listen."

"Fuck, fine, I'll fucking doing it." You whisper-yelled, immediately going over towards the clown. You noticed most of the customers had left. How had no one called the police yet? Maybe they thought it was someone trying to be funny? 

"Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The clown told you to stop, raising his pointer-finger. He then went through the garbage bag next to him. You heard the sounds of metal hitting metal, making you feeling almost as sick as before. He pulled out an envelope. You stared at it for a moment, noticing brown splotches over it. It looked like dried blood. You also noticed how there was a bump inside. You were about to place it down, but he gestured for you to open it.

You stared with widened eyes, really not wanting to. "I'm sorry sir... I-"

The clown gestured one more time, a deep frown on his face. You were afraid, so begrudgingly, you open it. And inside was a chunk of blonde hair, with a small amount of dyed-blue strands. You pulled it out and saw a piece of someone's scalp was attached. The blonde hair looked identical to Chloe's. You placed it back down onto the table, stepping back. 

"Why.... what did she do to you?"

You knew what he did. It was obvious. But all you wanted to know is why. Yeah she could be bitchy at times, but she never had bad intentions. Not anything worthy of her fucking dying.

The Clown silently giggled, slapping his knee like it was the funniest joke in the world. He pointed at you, mimicking a horrified look and then continued laughing. 

"Oh fuck this." You muttered, Charlie looked over and saw the terrified look on your face. "Charlie we need to get the fuck out now!" You yelled, grabbing their arm, dragging them into the kitchen. To get out through the front, you would've had to walk past him again, and that was not something that you wanted. 

You shoved them inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. "Grab a knife Charlie." They didn't ask questions, just grabbing it off the bench. The clown was walking over towards the counter, where you'd pass food through to the person at the register. He stood there smiling. 

"Nope, don't look just fucking get out." You urgently said to Charlie, grabbing their arm and leading them to the back door. You unlocked it ran out with them. You rummaged through your pockets and grabbed your keys, your hands shaking as you tried to open the car door. 

"Y/n your tires have been fucking slashed!" 

"Oh for fuck sake!" You yelled, this time they dragged you. You dropped your keys while they pulled you, "My keys!"

"It doesn't matter Y/n! There's a fucking psycho chasing us." 

You followed them, running to the nearest store. You looked behind, noticing the clown was behind, with that fucking garbage bag thrown on it's shoulder. 

As Charlie ran into the store, they yelled to call the police. They didn't care about scaring the workers, they just needed to make sure the both of you were safe. The woman at the register looked confused. They ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind the both of you. They fumbled with their phone, dialling the emergency number. 

"What's your emergency?"

"There's a fucking psycho chasing after us! He's trying to fucking kill us!" They yelled, sounding hysterical. 

"Okay, calm down. Are you safe right now?"

"I think so, we've locked ourselves in a random stores bathroom. We don't know where he is right now."

"Okay, what did he look like?"

"He-he was wearing a black and white clown outfit, like the one from the news!"

"Alright...." The operator said, sounding like they thought it was a prank call, but they still continued.

"What store are you in right now?" 

Charlie turned to you, "Do you know where we ran to?"

You shook your head, "I-I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry!"

"It's fine." Charlie murmured, "We don't know, but can you guys track the phone?"

The woman sighed, "Yes we can, but if this is a prank call you will be in serious trouble."

"We aren't fucking lying, my fucking car tires were slashed and this fucker gave me an envelope with co-workers scalp in it! Get the damn police here right now or we could get brutally murdered!" You screamed at the operator.

"Please calm down, the police are on their way." The operator said, "Please stay on the line, are you hearing anything outside of the bathroom?"

Charlie spoke up, "No, it's oddly quiet out there, I... I don't know where he is. I don't know if he followed us in or not. We didn't look around."

The only thing you could hear was cars driving by, it was otherwise painfully silent.

"Fuck what happened to Chloe, oh god I hope she's okay. Please Chloe be okay." You whimpered, dropping to the ground. "Fuck I'm sorry Chloe, I'm so sorry." Tears welled up in your eyes, then started streaming down your face.

Charlie knelt down, placing their phone on the tiled floor, "Hey, it's okay, Chloe might still be out there. Probably not in the best condition but still maybe out there." They gently hugged you.

You sniffled, "What if that psycho grabbed my keys, I'm not even going to be safe in my own fucking home." You sobbed, "I didn't even do anything to him!" 

"I know, some people are just messed up, but you'll be okay, I'll make sure of it. No ones going to hurt you." 

Eventually, you heard the police sirens and them shouting. After a few moments they knocked on the bathroom door. You immediately unlocked it, running out. "Did you find him?" You asked, your eyes showing the hope in this being simple, like maybe he was waiting outside or something stupid. But of course, reality didn't work that way. 

"The only people we found were the workers here, I'm sorry." One of the officers said, "Do you have any injuries?"

You and Charlie shook your head.

"Alright, we're going to need to take you in for questioning."

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[ethansluvbot]

riding ethan for the first time please!!! love your writing btw<3

CRUEL SUMMER | SUB!ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: adult content, spoilers?, rough sex, riding, unprotected sex, and smut :)

an: i just got really sick randomly? anyways, i'm so so sorry for not posting in awhile. i just started a new school and even though its the end of the year its stressful. it also didn't help that i had horrible writers block. also, I've never written smut before so i will get better at this eventually! i'm binge watching the harry potter movies while eating soup now lol.

with a ton of convincing from sam, ethan and tara you decided to volunteer for a summer camp. sure, spending you day with kids had its downs, but you enjoyed seeing ethan interact with kids.

the kids screams filled your ears as you run to pick up their messes. the sticky hair didn't help your anxiety at all. you sat next to sam with your head on her shoulder.

"how did you convince me to do this shit?"

a quick slap hit your shoulder as you let out a yelp, "no cursing, there's kids around. plus you could never say no to ethan, it looks like he's enjoying it."

"i know. he's been going on about this since january.," you know ethan was a total soft guy, he never would harm a soul. it took him awhile but he finally convinced you to help out.

you both heard footsteps approach you, a sigh came out as you saw his shoes. immediately you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

"thank god you're here to save me from sam, she's trying to make me actually do something." he let out a chuckle as he waved to sam.

"im here to take you away," he smirked as you smiled back at sam. you heard her softly gagging beginning to walk away.

"hey! i missed you today, it seemed like you were having fun with your cabin."

"i was! i actually taught a kid how to swim today." you grabbed on to his hand. you loved this side of ethan the soft, dorky and funny side of him to be exact.

"umm, i was wondering where you see us in the future? i know we have a little until we finish college but it's been on my mind."

"well, to be exact i see us in well paying jobs, a modern family home and hopefully kids of our own." you felt his mood shift with that. you might've not been the most kid involved person, but it was great to know you would consider the idea.

you both stepped into the cabin immediately grabbing pajamas. you felt ethans shattered breath at your neck. turning around you slinked your arms around his torso.

"can i help you?"

"god- i want to kiss you so bad right now."

you gave in to ethans innocent act, attaching both of your lips. his cold hands found his way up your back as you moaned in surprise. he hummed in pleasure, kissing down your stomach.

you flip the two of you over, "i wanted to try something new if that's fine?"

he nodded intently, he trusted you with his life and knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt either of you. he's desperate to finally get you undressed as he tugs at your pants.

"someones needy," you tease unbuttoning your jean shorts. his hands explored your body, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side. ethan was already undressed by the time you turned around.

"lay down."

he threw his head back as you pushed yourself down onto his cock. you put your hand over his mouth being careful not to arouse any suspicion.

"will you be a good boy and be quiet?" he hummed in response, "words baby."

"yes, ill be good," he let a muffeled whined out.

you let your nails scratch down his abs as you begin to move. his fingers begin to trace circles on your clit as you bounce. you were still adjusting to his size but since ethan was so eager you began to move.

"don't stop," he lets an exaggerated sigh come out of his mouth. you grab his chin making him look at you. he keeps his hands on your hips as you trail kisses down his neck.

you rested your hands on his chest helping him move you. even without him speaking he could tell he enjoyed this greatly. you felt his hand kneed at your ass.

looking down you see his glossy eyes look up at you, "aw, poor baby. are you not getting enough attention."

you were almost using him for your own pleasure, which you felt bad but, oh did it feel so good. he was getting anxious as you felt him squirming.

you felt him thrust into you a few more times. you could feel his tenseness, only meaning that he was reaching his high. leaning down you planted a kiss onto his lips.

"oh fuck- i love you."

[possum-tooth]

it was fine and theyre putting me on the schedule for next week :)

scared to go to training again today

[lewkwoodnco]

Falling For You - Lockwood x Reader

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

a/n: tfw you almost die in the arms of your future employer :) rip lockwood and co, never an agents first choice be it in canon or fanon ok ill stop now also just to be clear we’re all ignoring how much the title sucks ass okay god only gave out a limited number of brain cells and we can’t ALL be as creative as @bella-rose29 (will make a separate post on this a little later, not enough space here) (but also she was SICKKK for coming up w the title deck the halls (and not your partner) ok didn’t mean to turn this into a belle appreciation post but 👍)

warnings/tropes: fluff fluff FLUFF, this is about as fluffy as it gets from me ashdkd, cringy pick up lines overload, also I declare plagiarism (?) of some rlly popular incorrect quotes, you'll know it when you read them

word count: 2.6k!

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She and Lucy were in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and waiting for the boys to reach home. The four of them had split up to get some errands done that morning before breakfast - she and Lucy went to collect the payment for a few jobs, while Lockwood and George dropped off some paperwork at DEPRAC headquarters. Lucy put the kettle on while she refilled their teabag jar, and a minute later the boys walked in.

George was telling Lockwood off for something, who wasn't looking too sorry for whatever it was that he had done, though he clearly cared enough to try to suppress his giggles.

"Those forms took me hours, Lockwood. I wasn't about to let you drop them into some slush."

"I keep telling you, I wasn't going to drop them."

"How would you know when you were too busy making an ass of yourself?"

"I haven't seen a good pickup line in a while, George. You found it funny too."

"Yes, and the threat of you chucking our forms was downright hilarious."

She handed out the mugs of tea.

"What pickup line?"

"It was just a DEPRAC ad. Something like 'Are you a wraith? Because you have me love-locked.' Just a reminder of some quick signs of a visitor presence for Valentine's Day." 

She meandered over to where Lockwood was standing at the kitchen counter, a little too casual. He immediately snapped up whatever he was scribbling. She looked mildly (read: exaggeratedly) injured, but he just gave her one of his winning smiles. Really, she was well within her rights to be suspicious.

"S'that?"

"A bill."

"What bill?"

"Nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried."

"Good."

"Show me the bill."

"You're adorable."

It was a poor excuse of an attempt at a distraction, as she immediately started trying to snatch it away. Lockwood just held the folded paper above his head, trying to pry his jacket out of her yanking hands. After a minute or so of vehement struggling, the scuffle ended the way all of their scuffles ended - her playing at sour grapes.

"Oh! Go boil-yer-head. I don't even want to see that bill anyway."

He slotted the letter into an envelope smoothly as George cut in.

"Speaking of bills, hopefully, we'll be able to pay more of them off soon. Couples like to go away for Valentine's, so it's the perfect time to get any lingering visitors taken care of. We should put an ad in the paper, like DEPRAC."

That set Lockwood off again, and George groaned. As he got up to get another biscuit, she conspiratorially turned to Lockwood.

"Y'know, for someone who's so tickled by pickup lines, I bet you'd be terrible at them."

"Not more terrible than you."

"I beg to differ!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

Their bet had taken a back burner in her mind while she was preparing for their case that night, but she was still immediately suspicious when she walked into the kitchen to see Lockwood innocently snacking on a bowl of raisins.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing! Can't a guy eat his raisins?" He silently proferred the bowl to her. She narrowed her eyes. 

"No thanks."

"How about a date?"

"When did we get - oh. Ha ha." There was a mischievous crinkle in Lockwood's eye. "Sneaky. I was busy preparing for our case, like a proper agent."

"Hmm, excuses, excuses."

"Fine. If George finds out you haven't read tonight's case file, you're on your own."

"NO no no no please please please -"

She prepped a few pickup lines before they left, just enough to stop Lockwood from becoming completely unbearable.

"Are you a visitor? Because you've been haunting my dreams."

She scrunched up her nose. "Boo. That's terrible."

"You try coming up with a visitor-themed one. They're all so horrible."

She paused for a minute.

"Are you a Lurker? 'Cause you're making my heart race."

"...no one likes a show-off," he grumbled, and she smiled to herself as they continued rooting through boxes, looking for a potential Source.

"Your hand looks heavy. Could I hold it for you?"

"What's it like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?" That one got a good laugh out of him.

"Might be more flattering if my competition wasn't a Raw Bones. You’re pretty and I’m cute. Wanna be pretty cute together?"

"If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair."

She revelled in the huge smile that lit up his face. She knew he'd get a kick out of that one.

She hadn't expected to have as much fun with their game as she did. They recounted their highlights to Lucy and George on the way home, which made for an entertaining end to the case. As Lucy and George put away their coats, Lockwood lingered behind, looking at her as if there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't quite find the words. She became even more alarmed when he placed a hand on her shoulder, because of how serious he looked.

"Is everything okay?" 

He took a shaky breath and tightened his grip on her shoulder ever so slightly.

"If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back."

The line itself wasn't particularly outrageous, but in the darkness by the door, with their faces in the shadows and him holding her close, she momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"Good one," she whispered.

He gave her a sloping smile and retreated into the kitchen. She stood there for a moment, thinking about the warmth on her shoulder, as if his hand was still there.

"Did it hurt?"

"When I fell from heaven?"

"When you fell down the stairs. Right in front of us. It's been ten minutes and you haven't even gotten up yet."

With a strangled wheeze, he righted himself, looking more than a little stupid with his affronted expression and hair sticking up in all directions. They were on a case, and Lockwood had been a bit too close to the stairs whilst investigating the death glow on the landing. It had been quite a painful-looking rollercoaster of a fall with many bumps as he flailed for the railings, ending with a muffled scream.

"I was checking for broken bones."

"For ten minutes? Do you even have that many bones?"

He had an oily smirk on his face, though it was mostly nullified by his slightly crossed eyes.

"I've got...so many bones, I could give you a...wait. No. Hey lady, do you want a...bone? If you were a bone, you'd be in my...body...my body has all the bones...hang on. Okay, got it. Bones....fuck."

"...concussion?"

"Nuh-uh."

That was the moment his knees chose to buckle under him, and the three of them hurried to hold him upright. Even though he kept insisting he was fine, he was looking far too pale and woozy, so they flagged down a cab and pushed Lockwood into it. After a quick round of rock paper scissors, she joined him in the cab while George and Lucy got to stay to finish the job.

It had been a bit of a challenge to fumble for the key to the front door with the dead weight that was Lockwood compressing her spine, but she somehow managed. She tried her best to keep track of all of his long limbs after he knocked his head on the side of the door frame, groaning again. She dumped him onto their living room sofa, going down with him in the process, and with some difficulty peeled herself out of his grip. The bump had clearly taken quite a bit out of him, for by the time she returned with a blanket, he had completely passed out.

With some difficulty, she wrestled his rapier off of him and draped the blanket over him. She put away her own gear and rapier and curled up with a book on the armchair opposite the sofa. It was odd to see Lockwood sleeping. And even more odd to see him doing it so peacefully, like all thoughts and worries had been knocked clean out of his head. Much like her thoughts, the first time they met.

It hadn’t even been her goddamn fault. She had been lugging around her uncle’s rapiers since hers had been sent for cleaning and it was starting to make her arm ache. She deserved a little lean, no doubt. Only, what she thought was the door frame had been the door itself, so when her then-future employer had opened the door, she stumbled right into his arms.

And then promptly fell out of them when he let her go by surprise. To his credit, he was superfluously apologetic and sympathetic, and kept asking if her head was alright throughout the interview. It was a little annoying, if she were entirely honest, but she was grateful when that sympathy translated into a job, because all coherent thoughts in her head were lying somewhere on their front door runner.

As much as she tried not to think about the incident since Lockwood showed no sign of doing so himself, it kept her up at night more than she'd like to admit. But it had also been rather liberating, as there was little else she could do that would be any worse.

As if hearing her thoughts, Lockwood began to stir after an hour or so, opening his eyes blearily. She instinctively put her book down and crouched next to the sofa, where she immediately felt awkward. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand on his forehead, and they blinked at each other in confusion.

"How're you feeling?"

"Great." He cleared his throat, which barely helped his hoarse voice. "Chipper."

"Are you sure? Feeling chilly?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you a construction worker?"

"...huh?"

"Because you are building."

"What."

"I win."

He turned to his side and buried his face into his cushion with a satisfied look on his face. 

"Oh, Lockwood. I don't think..."

He pulled his head out of the cushion alarmingly fast. That couldn't have been good for his neck. "Ohhh, too good for my pickup lines now, eh?"

"I...what?"

"I get a bump on my head and you don't like my pickup lines no more?"

"Why do you have a Brooklyn accent?"

"You's got a Brooklyn accent."

"Okay, now you're just throwing a tantrum."

He fussed for a few more minutes, muttering out of the corner of his mouth or into the cushion, but eventually calmed down. As his eyes fluttered close, his breathing becoming long and even, she quietly got up to leave.

"Just so you know...I do think you're building."

The Brooklyn accent was gone, and though his low murmur was comfortably familiar, something in it sent a spark running through her brain.

"I think you're building too."

She could have sworn he had a small smile before his mouth relaxed as he drifted off again.

She didn't see much of him after that, given how much rest he needed, and the reprieve from their game was a welcome relief. The pickup lines didn't slide off her tongue as easily when she meant them as much as she did now. Still, she couldn't hide from him forever, and ran into him in the kitchen a few nights later.

"Oh. Hey."

He held up the biscuit tin. "Hello. Catching up on my biscuit rations."

She smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Definitely. A little sick of lying about, but I think I've finally got my head on straight."

He smiled, and the tension between them melted. She smiled back.

"Must have been scary, having your brain go wonky like that." 

"It was...wild. I don't even know how I had the presence of mind to put my rapier away."

Her cheeks burned as she pointedly rummaged through their pantry for a snack while Lockwood brewed tea for the both of them. They sat at the kitchen table in silence, slowly sipping their tea as they ignored the elephant in the room. That is, until Lockwood broached the subject.

“Did it hurt?”

She put her mug down. “Lockwood.”

“Did it hurt?” He pressed, firmly.

“I’ve already heard this one.”

“Just - humour me for a minute, won’t you?”

She looked at the little she could see of his face, given how close they were sitting, and gave a small sigh.

“So. Did it hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you fell into my life.” 

He lightly squeezed her hand, it was only then that she realised that they were holding hands. She choked on her breath in a mildly undignified manner, but with the proximity and the unexpected answer, she was well and truly taken aback. She waited for the embarrassment to kick in. There were a lot of things to be embarrassed about at that moment - how he could probably see every imperfection on her face, how he could probably tell how nervous she was getting from how clammy her palm must be, and of course that he remembered their dreadfully embarrassing first encounter.

But the shame never came. If anything, she felt oddly…touched. There wasn’t anything embarrassing about the memory anymore. It was…as much as it pained her to admit it…slightly romantic. She looked away from his face, shaking her head slightly, staring at their gripping hands. So easy it was to hold onto each other in the shadows, but terrifying in the daylight. Scratch that, it was terrifying to see herself holding his hand just as tightly as he held hers. Maybe he did compel…something in her.

His hand disappeared into his pocket, and a moment later he was pulling out a familiar, weathered envelope. 

"I've never...I've never asked anyone to be my Valentine. Never knew how it worked. Still don't really know how it works. So I tried writing it all down, and..." Lockwood frowned at the loopy yet measured scrawls in front of him. He sighed in defeat, crumpling the letter. "...and I still don't know how it works."

She swallowed through the lump in her throat. "Me neither. But..." she tore her eyes away from the table, looking at his face with his emotions stacked plain as day. "I think we know enough."

She curled her fingers into his. Years ago, she hadn't thought knowing if she was in love would ever be an issue, but for so many years she struggled to find the love they wrote books, songs and poetry about. But sitting here now, in the dim light of the kitchen, with a person whose face she could trace in her sleep, she realised Little Her had had it right all along.

“I always thought you were very nice to me in that interview. A little too nice.”

“You didn’t hear the way you screamed. I thought you were going down with a heart attack.”

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[i-arch-my-backula]

Horror characters taking care of their sick s/o

I'm in my sick Victorian boy era. I'm being dramatic because I have a mild case of the flu. I need to write something to keep myself sane so why not write for some characters I haven't written about for awhile.

Includes: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, and Pyramid head

Warnings: Reader is sick, some of these characters aren't super smart, mentions of vomit and medication, vague talk of cannibalism and violence

Amanda Young

Amanda has basic medical knowledge and when she sees you getting sick she's quick to get you to stay in bed and will be a little overbearing. She's been taking care of John for awhile and seeing her partner sick makes her very worried.

She's going to spend any free time she has taking care of you. She knows you're going to be fine but that's not going to stop her from becoming your personal nurse.

She wants to avoid using medication unless a doctor tells her to use them. She thinks because medication isn't working for John that must mean it won't really work for you.

She knows to keep some distance but she's still going to be around you and touch you. She might intentionally spend more time around you then get closer to Hoffman to try and get him sick.

She might talk to Lawrence about what she should be doing and your symptoms. If you know that she's a jigsaw apprentice she'll introduce you to him as her coworker. But if you don't she'll either bribe him into seeing you or just take his advice.

She is reminded of what happened at the gas house and if you're sick enough that you start to throw she'll need to leave the room and probably spend some time to compose herself. I strongly believe that what jigsaw did to her really messed her up but she denies it.

Adam Faulkner

Oh my god if he finds out you're sick I hope you're ready for him to try and help but honestly just make a fool of himself.

You're hopefully not living in his apartment anymore and depending on your temperature and the weather he's going to keep your bedroom window open because "fresh air helps".

He thinks that he doesn't have to keep space from you because you're dating and he probably ends up getting sick himself. But no matter how much you tell him to stay away so he doesn't get sick he won't listen.

While he's out working (probably for jigsaw) he'll leave out medication for you to take, food you can heat up or just eat cold, and probably gives you anything you need to stay entertained.

If you call him for anything he's dropping whatever he's doing to go help you. You have to literally tell him several times that he doesn't have to rush home and you can stay on your own while he works.

He probably doesn't have any insurance just by judging his apartment so unless you absolutely need to see a doctor he's going to be the one taking care of you.

Will Graham

His medical knowledge is better than some people in these head canons but it's still not the best. I feel like if it's anything than a mild case of the cold or the flu he's taking you to a doctor.

Probably looks up if human illnesses can transfer to dogs. Either way he's keeping his dogs away from you until you feel better.

Will not let you out of bed unless you're going to the bathroom. He deals with blood and guts for a living so dealing with someone who's sick is probably a vacation for him.

Will is going to try to keep Hannibal away from you while you're sick for so many reasons. But Hannibal is probably going to end up seeing you anyway because Will is going to cave.

If the weather and your health allows he's going to take you outside for fresh air like you're a consumption patient from 1912. He will let his dogs around you if you're outside.

Will guilt Jack into letting him stay home for a few days to take care of you. He is going to bring up everything Jack has ever done to him. "Hey Jack I need to stay home to take care of my partner. I know you'll let me take it off since you made me work while I had ensyphilitis."

Hannibal Lecter

He's a literal doctor but also a fucking weirdo so be careful. He'll still take good care of you but will also take the time to get into philosophical discussions with you while you're half asleep.

He refuses to give you anything store bought to eat. Will literally make crackers and break from scratch for you to eat. He'll lay off on the human meat until you're better.

Will not allow you to use one of his bowls as a "throw up bowl" You're using the bathroom to do so, he doesn't care if you accidentally vomit on his floors because he can clean the floor, but his bowls are too valuable.

He won't let you spend all day looking at screens. Hannibal will provide you with any kind of entertainment you want to get you off screens for awhile. He will get you whatever books you want or any other low energy activity.

Will insist on keeping your space clean. Will wash your sheets often and insists on giving you a bath, the temperature depending on if you have a fever or not.

He will keep a sort of distance from you but will also be near you. He will take precautions of course but he can't stop himself from spending time in your room, talking with you.

Pyramid head

He has little knowledge of human illnesses, because he's a demi god of sorts he never really gets sick. So when he sees you get cold sweats or start having a bad cough he's confused about why it's happening. '

You'll have to educate him on your condition and tell him what he needs to do to help you. I don't think there's any medication you can take in silent hill but he can probably find you something to help.

He also probably can't get sick so he doesn't have to worry about getting too close to you. If you try to pull away from him to hide your cough or sneeze he'll just pull you back. Even if he did get a cold from you he'd get over it pretty quickly.

He'll honestly want to be pretty touchy all the time even when you're not sick because he's never had human contact before. You'll probably have to explain to him that cuddling isn't the best thing when you have a fever.

He's going to try and get you as comfortable as possible while he's busy doing Pyramid Head stuff. It all depends on your condition and you'll have to explain to him what you need.

He also doesn't really understand germs so you'll have to explain them to him and why you need to keep yourself and your area clean and why you can't just throw up anywhere. After that he'll get you something to use for that then just throw it somewhere.

[brooooswriting]

could you do a sam carpenter x reader sickfic type thing? i haven’t seen any but i was thinking sick!reader who tries to hide she’s sick from Sam but she has like food poisoning or something so she can’t hide it for long (or other way round where sam is sick)

Poisoned

Sam Carpenter x sick!reader

Tara Carpenter x reader (platonic)

“Alright, I’m gonna head out. You sure you don’t wanna come?” Sam called out standing in front of the bathroom door, where you hid from her. Well, that sounds way worse than it should, you were sick and this was sams first night out in months, so you didn’t want to be the reason why she wasn’t going. You’ve had a stomach bug since last night, you had been working all night on your essay as you couldn’t sleep due to pain, when Sam was awake she had to go to work while you tried to get some sleep and as soon as she was home she searched for you, but you stayed in your room as you needed to ‘focus on your paper’ and as she was done getting ready you fled to the bathroom, throwing up for the fifth time today. “Yeah, I gotta shower and then I have to keep working, sorry. But you go have fun, love you” you called out, trying to keep the vomit inside. “Im sorry. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” You smiled before quickly covering your mouth with your hand, “yeah, you go have fun” she called out a quick I love you before leaving.

You sighed when she finally left, taking a bucket from under the sink before walking out to the table where you sat down the bucket and your laptop. After 30 minutes of trying to concentrate you nearly passed out on the chair, deciding to lay down on the couch with a blanket and the bucket in your arm. It was now 8:30 pm which meant that you had enough time go get better before Sam came. Oh how you wished you’d get better soon, you felt miserable.

“Oh god, y/n are you alright?” Tara’s voice rang through the living room as she saw you sprawling on the couch, vomiting into the bucket, your face pale and sweaty. “M fine” you grumbled holding your stomach after emptying its containments. “No you’re not. Here, let me get you some water” she quickly got a bottle for you, while you held your stomach in pain. “Since when have you been feeling like this?” She asked and you decided to lie, “I don’t know?” She nodded deciding to grab you some painkillers. “Here, take these. Hopefully they will help you. Where’s Sam anyway?” She asked rubbing your clammy back. “Out with friends” you mumbled drinking some more, hoping that it will reduce the pain. “Want me to get her?” You immediately shook your head, “no, it’s her first night ou…” you stopped and grabbed the bucket throwing up again. “Okay, I’ll change real quick and then come back alright?” You nodded as you started to throw up again, it didn’t seem like you were going to feel better.

After a quick change into sweatpants Tara came back to find you laying on your side, your legs pulled up and your arms wrapped around your stomach. “Anything I can do?” She asked laying a hand on your forehead, quickly realizing how hot you were. The tears in your eyes were so noticeable that Tara decided that she couldn’t deal with this on her own.

“Sam?” She whispered into the phone, “Tara, what’s wrong?” She asked walking out of the bar to hear the younger sibling better. “It’s y/n, she’s ill. She’s constantly throwing up, she’s hot and her stomach hurts. She didn’t want me to call you but I don’t know what to do” her voice was pleading, Tara loved you like a sister but you never were one who showed her pain, so you crying because of pain even after painkillers was too much for her. “I’ll be there in 10” her sister said before hanging up.

The brunette entered the apartment 6 minutes later, running up to you with concern in her eyes. “Baby, what can I do?” She asked when she crouched down next to you, her hand on your cheek. “How was your night?” You asked trying to mask the pain you were feeling, but it was no use. “Stop it! Why didn’t you tell me? I would have stayed and looked after you” she said her thumb stroking your cheek. “It’s your first night off since forever so you should be able to enjoy that, go back to your friends, I just need a bit of sleep and then I’ll be fine” it was a white lie, you knew, Sam knew, Tara knew, damn even the mouse in the wall knew. “Be quiet and go take a quick shower, then we will go to bed” her voice didn’t leave any room for arguments, so you stood up with your arms still around your stomach and went to the bathroom.

By the time you finally pulled all your cloths off Sam joined you in the bathroom also getting rid of her cloths. “Come on, let’s get you washed up” she guided you into the shower, helping you wash your body and hair before quickly washing hers too. “Just stand in the warm water for a minute okay?” She headed out and quickly put on her cloths before returning with a warm towel and some of her cloths. “Here” she mumbled as she wrapped you up in a towel, by now you were suddenly freezing, shivering while she hugged you. “Let’s get you dressed” she kissed your temple before holding her sweatpants out for you and then slipping her hoodie over your head and quickly brushing your teeth.

When you entered the bedroom the smell of mint immediately filled your nose, “I made you some tea and there is a heating pad. I’ve also put down some painkillers but Tara told me that you already took some so you’re gonna have to wait for a bit before taking those. Some crackers are there too but you’re gonna have to decide if eating is a good idea right now. Plus I’ve emptied the bucket and put it down next to the bed” she explained as you two got into bed. “That’s really nice but you really didn’t have to. I should do this stuff for you, you’ve been working so hard lately” you told her, feeling bad for causing her even more work. “I actually like taking care of you more than being with friends without you. So be quiet and let me cuddle you until you feel better” she said with a small smile opening her arms for you. Even after acting unbothered the whole time the only thing you wanted was the comfort you for right now, so you threw yourself into her arms and started crying silently causing her to coo and rub your back. “It’s alright my love. You’re gonna be fine, let’s sleep a bit and then you can take some more painkillers okay baby?” You nodded into her neck before starting to fall asleep to the rhythm of her rubbing your back.

You woke up the next morning with a stomach ache but you hadn’t thrown up the whole night which was a plus and you felt less hot. “Good morning love” you rasped out as you looked up at your girlfriend who was watching you carefully. “How do you feel?” She asked and kissed the top of your head. “Better, my stomach still hurts a bit but otherwise I’m fine” you mumbled rubbing a hand over her abs. “Good, want some medicine? And you should probably eat something soon” she said as she leaned over to grab the water and the medicine before giving it to you. You mumbled a thank you and took the things she gave you before staring at her. “What?” She asked slightly insecure, “hug” you only pouted causing her to laugh but hug you nonetheless.

About an hour and a half later you decided to get up and get ready. You brushed your teeth and changed into a different hoodie that was still Sams. “Y/n, how are you feeling?” Tara immediately asked when she saw you, coming up to you and hugging you, “I’m better, thank you. And also thank you for calling Sam, even though I told you not to” you smiled as you parted.

You stood in the kitchen thinking of what you were gonna eat when somebody appeared behind you wrapping their arms around your waist and a hand carefully holding your stomach. “Should I cook something?” Sam asked as she rested her head on top of yours, “wanna give me food poisoning again?” You joked but nodded nonetheless. “Rude” she laughed but grabbed some eggs before hoisting you up on the counter next to the stove. “Y/n” she said as she cooked causing you to gulp, first name was never a good thing, “next time you aren’t feeling well I want you to be honest about it Alright? I was scared when Tara called me and said that you were ill. You’re my girlfriend and I love spending time with you even if it’s holding your hair while you throw up. I love you and I’d do anything to make you feel better” her voice was serious and showed her concern rather clearly which made you feel guilty. “I’m sorry” you mumbled like a guilty child. “You’re alright honey” she laughed and kissed you.

The rest of the day was spent in bed cuddling, she’d always look out for you no matter how exhausted she was.

[tht0nesimp]

Yan! HxH reaction to a neko darling...

cw nekos dont have rights really (legally, yes, but no one really cares) ,collaring, sedation, degrading behavior, infantilism, torture,dumbification, abuse, mentions of death, overstim, pt2 eventually coming, mentions of declawing, shock collar, killuas and gons will get their own series probs...

Just lil scenarios, most of them are punishments- fem pronouns but not necessarily a girl

Neko idea comes from: @i-killed-a-prostutute but the scenarios arent very similar... you should go see their posts with killua if your lookin for softer content

killua, gon, illumi, feitan,uvogin, shalnark

Killua:

"Baka" he said indifferently, his nails getting ever so slightly sharper until he feels like they're sharp enough for what he's about to do..

"So cute..." He scratched at your tail with his sharpened nails and watched you recoil. Your tail was already swishing much to your own dismay as well as killuas delight watching your tail try to escape his sharp nails

"Stooop!" You begged him "Bad neko" your mistake hits you rather quickly-you spoke english- "Mew" the shameful noise made you cringe but it was better than the torturous sensation of his nails on your overstimulated tail

"Thats better" his nails finally retracted, his hand removing itself from your tail; relief washes over you as you collapse onto the cushiony couch that rested behind you with your tail hopefully out of his reach for now. He quickly grabbed his phone, sitting next to your trembling form before calling gon. the phone only ringing for a few moments before gon answers the call "Hey" killua sounds slightly interested

"Hi!" gon exclaimed happily from the other side "How is your neko doing?" he inquiries gleefully "She's adjusting okay" killua says nonchalantly, as if he wasn't torturing you with those god awful nails just a few minutes ago

"How about you, gon?"

Gon:

You couldn't think, you tried to keep your thoughts in tact but its impossible with the way he's messing with your fluffy ears. Gon put his hand on his chin like he was thinking about his answer to the question "How are you doing?" he smiled innocently at you while you looked back with pleading eyes pricked with tears "Too much, bad" you spoke quietly, slightly surprised you could still manage to speak english in your heavily drugged form

"She's doing fine, are you sure these drugs are supposed to make her this tired?" killua takes an angry tone "Are you petting her as well?" gon smiles cheekily "Duh!" he exclaims happily before he seems surprised that killua is practically screaming at him "Thats why, you baka!" killua gets a little calmer "I'm about to try them on my neko after the call anyway" gon makes excited noises and pets your ears even faster

Gon smiles "Alright, remember, be nice to your neko!" gon warns him and killua just laughs "I'm always nice, isn't that right?" killua asks his neko jokingly; his neko just hisses at him in response.

"Alright, well, im gonna have to punish my neko for a bit, ill call you after" gon and killua say they're goodbyes, gon pulling you into his lap once the call ends

"Did you like that?" he questioned, his hands drifting towards your already overstimulated ears his expression getting a bit more disappointed when you shake your head "oh well, we'll get you out of that skittish neko behavior quickly" his smile was worrying, but the fact that his hands rested on your ears again was horrifying

"Sit still" he commanded, slightly annoyed at how your squirming on his lap but he manages to wrap his legs tightly around you to atleast keep you from running. "Thats better, now, i dont think ive tried your tail yet" the innocence in his voice remains, even as he reaches for your tail

Illumi:

"This behavior is strange for a neko" he spoke coldly as he stared at your form cower away from him, a collar around your neck of his own doing. "If you do not behave, i may be forced to bring you over here" his expression remained blank even through the slight annoyance slipping into his voice

He motioned you over, the threat still hanging in the air, the tension finally breaks when you approach him. "Good" his lips twitch upward in a ghost of a smile

"Sit down, if you would" you sit wearily on the small floral couch, the nearly vintage pattern was a bit comforting to look at but it didn't distract you from the assassin sitting next to you no matter how hard you tried to just focus on running your fingers over the slightly faded florals etched into the fabric

"Would you like some catnip?" there was a small bag of catnip laying on the end table next to illumi, which he quickly opened and poured a small amount into his palm before holding his hand out to your face

"Oh." he tilts his head a bit before grabbing your jaw, the catnip eventually goes into your mouth before he holds your nose making you swallow after about a minute "Perhaps do not resist next time" he spoke without malice, but with a hint of teasing implications

The catnip slowly entered your bodies system, causing you to curl up in order to try and calm yourself down "Im going to observe you, do not resist" he poked your ear gently, inching closer

"good neko" he smiles at your trembling form

Feitan:

"Bad" his voice rang through the dungeon-like room, the shock collar buzzing once more around your neck "f-Mmm" for someone who didn't believe you should speak english unless he gave permission, he certainly wasn't making it easy not to curse or scream instead you had to hold your tongue and just keep meowing

"Bad girl" he knew what he was doing, he knew that he was making your mind crumble a, he knew that this was pure torture for you to have that collar on as well as being degraded

"Get over here, or this is going to continue" you scurried over to his lap like your life depended on it, sighing of relief when the collar finally stops shocking you; He gives you a look before pulling you slightly closer

"Stay still" you gulp, but you remain still for him, desperate for mercy or at the very least praise

"Mm" he gives a hum of satisfaction as he runs his nails down your tail and scratches the base of your ears "good" he feels you relax a little bit, smiling when he does

"Your so lucky your cute, otherwise i would have broken your legs and pulled your claws out when you tried to scratch me"

Uvogin:

"PUT ME DOWN!" you screamed as uvogin held you by the scruff of your neck like you were a kitten "Nah" he says indifferently as he kept you a few feet off the ground

"Please?" you stopped your thrashing for a moment, waiting for him to hopefully put you down "Hmm, are you gonna run?" you sigh and shake your head "Eh" he throws you onto the nearby carpet with a loud thud as your back meets the floor

"Ow..." you mumble and dig your claws into the carpet a bit to steady yourself, lessening the drop, "Oi, dont mess up my carpet" he glares at you for a moment

"I think feitan can declaw you anyway.." you whimper "P-please dont!" the shame was piling on hard at the stutter in your voice and the desperation he could see on your face

"Than keep your claws away, ill get you a damn scratching post" he groans a little bit and you hear him slam the front door as he exits the room

Well, at least you'd have something to sink your claws into

Shalnark:

One fucking catnap, without his prying eyes, was all you wanted at this point. He was always recording you but it was so much more intense when you would do anything that most would typically consider to be "neko-like" which was already degrading enough without his phone shoved in your face while you try to sleep

He wouldn't listen, after all, have you ever listened to a cat just because it meowed? "Go away" you mumbled as he sat watching you like a hawk

"I'm gonna brush you after that nap" he smiled at your reaction to his threat "you prick!" you exclaimed, still tired, grooming was nearly impossible with shal because he constantly wanted to have an easy way of punishment-And boy, he knew how much you hated that goddamned grooming brush- Alas; he was not in the mood to be consoled about this

"Jerk" you closed your eyes, slightly thankful you atleast got to sleep

"sweet dreams.." he took a picture of your sleeping form..

[chunkysoda]

hey guys you want a little snippet of a fic I've been writing... here have it anyway 🤭

Even though she had a great time filming the burrito video, she was also relieved when it was over. She needed to take a cold shower or something; she had to get rid of whatever feelings she thought she was having for Amanda. 

After they were done filming, she quickly changed from her costume to her regular clothes and rushed to say her goodbyes. To hopefully not raise suspicion, she told everyone she needed to go take care of Spork because he wasn’t feeling well the past few days. Thankfully, everyone was very understanding of her little dog’s made-up illness. 

She hastily made her way to her car, trying to fish out her keys from her pockets when she heard a familiar voice call out her name. She turned to see Amanda rushing towards her, with what seemed like a concerned look on her face. 

“Hey, is Spork okay? I heard you saying he wasn’t feeling well lately.” She said, her brown eyes full of concern. Angela felt her stomach get that weird feeling again as she looked up to meet the taller woman’s eyes. She cleared her throat to bring herself back down to reality. 

“Oh yeah, he’s just been throwing up and stuff. Wanna make sure there isn’t anything crazy waiting for me on my bed.” Angela chuckled, shrugging off Amanda’s concern. Amanda’s face didn’t change, but she did let out a small laugh. 

“Yeah, I totally get that. Hey, I wanted to ask you, I didn’t cross a line with the whole spanking thing, did I? I know we flirt all the time, but I never want to make you uncomfortable or anything like that.”

Angela was quick to reassure her. 

“Oh that’s fine you can do whatever you want to me.” 

She saw Amanda’s eyes widen, and hers followed as she realized the implications of what she had accidently said. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that- god I am so sorry jesus” Amanda cut her off with a laugh. 

“Wow okay, I’ll remember that Angela, thanks.” The taller woman looked down with a sly grin on her face. Angela could feel her face getting red, and quickly made a joke out of the situation. 

“Oh shut up, you wish.” Angela scoffed and rolled her eyes, praying that Amanda wouldn’t catch on to her bad attempt at keeping her feelings far away. 

Amanda laughed, thankfully.

[bordysbae]

hi can you write more about ethan x diabetes reader maybe from when they first met..

maybe Ethan sees the dexcom on the reader's arm and he's like: what is that?

or they're at some party and she's feeling sick so she goes outside to get some fresh air and that's where Ethan meets him, He asks her if she's okay and she mentions her low blood sugar.

“new people new things”

ethan edwards x diabetic!reader

as i said before, i think this is the end to the series, but thank you guys sm for both starting and tagging along on this little mini series with me!! <3

also: i added ella (readers roommate from the first story) in this again! and this was kinda the start of ella and luca (if you guys remember that!) which i thought was cute, since everything kinda got tied together in the end! we see how ethan and reader met, them getting back together, and parts of them dating! sorry we didn’t see the breakup, but just imagine it however you want!

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the loud music blaring through the speaker, which is connected to god knows who’s phone, isn’t helping your ill feeling at all. the smell of alcohol and sweat makes you want to vomit, and your head is already spinning slightly, so the only thing you can think of is getting some fresh air on the back porch.

you step outside and close the door behind you, which only slightly muffles the sounds from inside. you take a deep breath and inhale the late-night, october air filling the city of ann arbor. as you’re lost in thought, trying to ignore the slightly ill feeling in your system, your attention is captured by the brunette boy who just entered the back porch.

“hey,” he says, leaning over the railing next to you, while swirling the drink in his red solo cup around.

“hi,” you say, turning your body to face him but still leaning against the deck railing.

“i’m ethan”

“i’m y/n. whatcha drinking?” you ask, making conversation to avoid those awkward ‘what’s your major?’ type questions.

“honestly, i couldn’t even tell you. my buddy got it for me, alcohol just tastes like alcohol to me,” he shrugs. “want a sip?” he says, holding out the cup to you.

“nah i’m good, thanks though. im supposed to be driving my friend home, but she’s hooking up with one of those hockey douches so i cant really leave, and i’m honestly not feeling great. sorry, that was a lot of information you didn’t need,” you ramble awkwardly to the stranger, unaware he’s very much a hockey player.

“well, that’s alright. i don’t think you’d want a sip since i’m one of those ‘hockey douches’ anyways,” the boy chuckles, making you gasp.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry! i had no idea!”

“no no it’s alright, i understand why you said that, hockey players definitely have a reputation. but i cant help but ask, you said you weren’t feeling alright? are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine. i’m just a diabetic and my blood sugar is slightly going low, but if i go back inside and inhale all that sweat and alcohol stench, i’ll probably drop dead before i can even reach the kitchen,” you joke, making ethan chuckle.

“wow! that’s so cool! i’ve never met anyone at this school who’s a diabetic,” ethan informs you.

“yep! you meet new people and see new things!” you smile, happy he isn’t one to judge you on being diabetic.

“oh wait here, take this! i snatched some from the bowl outside. hopefully that doesn’t make me a bad guy for stealing the kids halloween candy, but at least it’s going to a good cause,” he says reaching into his pocket and grabbing you a small packet of m&ms.

“oh my gosh, thank you so much! you’re a life saver, literally!” you exclaim before tossing a few into your mouth. you and ethan get to know each other for the next twenty minutes or so, until your friend drunkenly stumbles outside looking for you.

“y/n, hockey guys literally give the best head! you seriously need to stop being so against them- oh who’s this!” your friend questions, almost falling over ontop of you.

“uh hi, i’m ethan.” ethan awkwardly chuckles before shooting you an awkward look, making you both burst out laughing. “what are you guys laughing at?” ella drunkenly asks.

“nothing ella, it’s just that ethan plays hockey, but that’s not important. cmon let’s get you home,” you say.

“what does him playing hockey have to do with anything?” ella asks

“ella do you not remember what you just said?” you chuckle. “no?” she says, making both you and ethan laugh even harder. ethan helps you bring emma around the house and into your car.

once you finally get ella settled, he asks you a question, “could i maybe get your number?”

“of course!” you blush, thankful for the darkness so he can’t see your hot cheeks. “i’ll text you. get home safe y/n, okay?” he waves,

“thanks ethan, i’ll see you around.” you smile, before walking over to the other side of the car.

“he’s hot,” ella says, making you face palm. “i wonder if luca knows him,” ella mutters to herself.

[torialefay]

you and that anon calling it a war and not what it actually is. A GENOCIDE. speaks volume about both of you. in that fancall no one yelled at him, no one asked him to do anything, out of all the time they had for a fancall they spent like three seconds to say that stays are feel inspired by skz and are raising money for palestine, if that bothers you then you're a part of the problem. chan looked fine in that fancall, especially if you compare it to the tickets fancall where he clearly looked annoyed and tried to be nice at first, but they didn't get the clue and kept pushing, so he had be straight forward. i don't know if you just poorly worded your thoughts, but it sounds bad and knowing how much actuals zionists roam happily in the fandom, those poorly worded thoughts make all of them feel even more comfortable and welcomed in the fandom

hi anon ❤️ first, i want to say that i understand that you are coming from a very good place and if you felt by my messages that it came across as pro-zionism, then i truly do appreciate you coming and leaving this note. i agree that this is the right thing to do when people are promoting terrible things. i'm assuming there's confusion in what was said, but please know that i don't have any ill-will at all & i know that you come from a place of love and doing what is right 🫶🏼

firstly, you are 100% right that it is genocide. "war" was the first word that came to mind (i be watching a lottt of news that uses both oml), but i agree that genocide is way more accurate to what is actually going on so thank you for pointing that out <3

however, i'm not really sure what fancall you're referring to. i haven't seen a fancall of anyone talking to chris about it. the only fancalls i've referenced lately are the ones about tickets and the other about about the fan who was saying "do you love me more or do i love you more?". if there's a fancall of chris talking to a stay about raising money though, that's really awesome... but baby i haven't seen it nor have i talked ab it 🥲 (p.s. someone pls send me a link pls & ty 🫶🏼) lowkey highkey i'm sure chris is really fucking proud if that's the case && hopefully he'd be supportive to the best of his abilities 🥹 but long story short, baby i have never seen this video in my life nor have i talked ab it... so if that is what you're upset about then idk what is happening bc it wasnt me 🫠

i'm most definitely not a zionist and i would doubt that the others who have spoken/responded to my comments are either (i don't know for certain, but i would assume we're all normal lol). the only thing i talked ab that has to be realllly fucking hard on chris is when some stays were trending that skz needed to speak up and included the phrase "stop hurting your fans and driving them away," mostly targeted at chan. like that shit breaks my heart for him. to know that he probably wants to talk ab it and his own fans are saying how disappointed they are in him, but there is a 100% chance that if he says anything, he is violating his contract & god knows what that would do to skz (every fucking thing is controversial these days... even if it's the right thing to do). while we should never have to compromise our morals or beliefs, unfortunately this is what happens in kpop. you sacrifice your freedom of speech, and i'm sure this is one of those things. it is a horrible, systemic issue that is deeply rooted in the industry (and needs to be overturned, but that's a whole different conversation). i think trying to push for it with actual companies is a good thing, but targeting specific members isn't the way to go about it.

anyways, that's all ❤️ i hope that cleared some things up & i already know i'm gonna have anons on both sides tryna get snippy so PLEASE no one go on a rampage 🤪 i understand where anon is coming from & i genuinely take it as wanting to make sure that we are all on the same page & can foster a good environment here on tumblr. pinky promise there are no hard feelings AT ALL on my end 🫶🏼

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

I have a request! I read your fic where you introduce Atticus and Felix to Keiko and Am, so I'd love a part 2 of sorts? Its so good!

I was thinking sickie Kei + Atticus / Caretakers Amber and Felix/ Illness: food poisoning.

🙈🙈

Dude, this one took me so long to write!! It's so long!!!!!😭 I love this so much tho❤️

Double whump, two fics in one!!

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“That poor boyfriend of yours,” Felix said, grinning while admiring his handiwork.

Amberlynn stood on a slightly raised platform, wearing her costume for the theater program’s production of Chicago. She got the role of Roxy, and was—to be frank—looking sexy as hell.

Black leather shorts that just barely covered the bottom of her ass, a strapless leather crop top, heeled boots, and full body fishnets. Her pale face was red as she looked down at her body in the revealing outfit. “Is there any way to make the shorts a little longer?” she asked hopefully.

”Yeah, they’re rolled up a bit,” Felix told her. “Just unroll them. That should make them two inches longer.”

Amberlynn did just that, and it did feel a bit more comfortable. Still, she had no intention of ever telling her dads about this show, no matter how much Jackson adored seeing it on Broadway.

“Wow, Amber,” Dina said, walking over in her own sexy costume. She was playing Velma. “Lookin’ hot. Keiko better bring some extra flowers to this show.”

Amberlynn smiled and blushed.

Dress rehearsals were this week. Then, on Saturday night was the show. Amberlynn told Keiko to not research Chicago since she wanted to surprise him. He was going to be very surprised.

Amberlynn changed back into her galaxy overalls and purple shirt, and brough the costume back to Felix who was with some of the other fashion majors, putting costumes into garment bags.

“Here, Felix,” she said, handing her outfit to him.

“Thanks, Starry,” he said, taking it and zipping it up. “Your boyfriend is gonna need CPR when he sees you in this.”

Amberlynn chuckled. “Good.” Then she asked, “Is your boyfriend coming to watch the show with you?”

“I might try to drag him with me,” Felix shrugged. “But musical theater isn’t really his first choice of entertainment, and Chicago costumes might make him a bit uneasy. But even if he doesn’t come, I’ll take him out to a lovely night of dinner and ice cream after the show’s over anyway.”

Amberlynn smiled. “I might do dinner, too. Keiko would love that.”

Felix brightened with an idea. “Maybe we should do a double date after the show,” he suggested. “It could be fun.”

Amberlynn also seemed to brighten at this idea. “Oh my God, yes! That would be nice.”

“Brilliant,” Felix said with a bright smile. “I’ll run it past Atti. And I’m very sure I can convince him.” His smirk told Amberlynn he had a plan up his sleeve to persuade his boyfriend. “You go ahead and run it past Keiko.”

“I will.”

— — —

“A double date?” Atticus repeated, wondering if he’d heard Felix wrong. “With Keiko and his girlfriend, both of whom I met while tossing my cookies?”

Felix pouted at his boyfriend while stirring a pot of yummy-smelling French Onion Soup—his mum’s recipe. “Well, when you put it like that it sounds like a bad idea.”

Atticus bit his cheek, conflicted. Truthfully, he wasn’t really against the idea of having a double date. But he just wished the date wasn’t with that specific couple. Just remembering their first time meeting made his face hot with embarrassment. He still sat next to Keiko in class and they were kinda like friends now, but he still felt like the night would be awkward.

“And I’d have to watch the show? The whole thing? Chicago??”

Felix pouted even more, looking like a kicked puppy. “You don’t have to come,” Felix said. “I just thought we could have some fun with it. But it’s fine, Atti.”

Atticus sighed, defeated by Felix’s face and voice. He knew the blonde knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew he was falling for it. “Compromise? I’ll do the double date if I can meet you after the show. Okay?”

Felix smiled brightly, his pout instantly vanishing and a glint of victory in his eye. Clearly, this is exactly what he wanted. “Brilliant! The show is only two-and-a-half hours. Italian food is good?”

Atticus rolled his eyes, unable to hide his smile. “Yeah. Italian is great. I’ll get a nice pasta with a side of manipulation.”

Felix blinked at him in a flirty way. “You love me.”

Atticus rolled his eyes again, still smiling and he kissed Felix’s cheek before walking away.

— — —

“You should find your seat,” Amberlynn said, adjusting the fishnets to make them less twisty. Her hair was styled like it was the 1920s, and Felix was still so proud with his costume design.

“Just wanna know now, do you prefer Olive Garden, or that little family owned place downtown. Bianchi’s, I think it’s called?”

“Olive Garden, definitely. I live for the breadsticks!”

“Okay, I’ll make a reservation.”

Amberlynn let out a sigh when she was done messing with the fishnets. “How do I look?”

Felix grinned and said, “Fabulous. Keiko will be drooling.”

Amberlynn laughed. “Thanks, Felix. Now go to your seat before someone takes it!”

“Okay, I’m going! I’m going!”

Thankfully, Felix got to his seat in time. The show began great, and when Amberlynn appeared in her costume, he swelled with pride. He knew Atticus would’ve hated this, so he wasn’t upset that his boyfriend wasn’t there.

Felix loved Chicago. And Amberlynn was a powerful actor and singer, which was genuinely shocking since she was usually so soft-spoken.

The songs were all amazing. Amberlynn was the perfect Roxy. The other fashion students that Felix was sitting with were all whispering “Look at Starry go!” and other stuff.

It was an exciting, dramatic, and hilarious two-and-a-half hours. Felix cackled at the moment when the person dressed as a pretty blonde news lady revealed he was a bald man (really just some guy wearing a bald cap and a fat-suit), since that part always surprised him no matter how many times he watched the show.

He texted Atticus to start making his way to the campus when the bows were about to begin. The bows took a while, and the crowd erupted when Amberlynn took her bow.

He sent a text to Amberlynn, saying to meet outside when she was ready, and he went out to find Atticus.

Atticus was waiting outside, in front of the theater building. He was leaning against a wall in a nice black-collared shirt and formal pants. His hair was combed and tied back in a manbun that Felix loved since it was incredibly hot on him.

The big guy smiled as he saw Felix and he walked over. “Hey, baby,” he said, leaning down and kissing Felix, bumping their noses together before standing straight again. “We’re waiting on them now?”

“Yeah,” Felix said, holding Atticus’s hand. “They shouldn’t be long.”

— — —

Keiko was waiting for Amberlynn inside, his face unbelievably red. Amberlynn couldn’t help but giggle when she saw him. “Heeeey,” she said, and he looked up at he with a fake accusing look, barely containing a smile.

“You are evil,” he laughed as she came up to him. He reached forward, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a deep kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair. “God, I love you,” he said against her lips, making her smile widely.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she said, pulling back enough to look at him. “You ready for dinner?”

He sighed dramatically. “First you make my heart explode, and now I have to sit through dinner before I get to see you in bed? Pure evil.”

Amberlynn chuckled, kissing him again and taking the large bouquet of purple flowers from him. “I promise, you can see me in bed after I enjoy my breadsticks and Tour of Italy.”

They made their way outside. Amberlynn was now in a cute purple dress with a sparkly skirt. She was arm-in-arm with Keiko as they spotted Felix and Atticus outside and made their way over.

Felix smiled as he saw her. “My God, you were amazing,” he said as they came up to them. He looked at Keiko, a brow raised. “You liked her costume?”

Keiko’s cheeks pinked as he looked at Amberlynn, smiling widely. “I loved it.”

Felix gave Amberlynn an ‘I knew it’ look.

“Hey,” Atticus said to Keiko.

“Hey, man,” Keiko said. “Everything good?”

“Yeah, all’s good.” He resisted the urge to shift on his feet.

He felt. So. Awkward.

Felix checked his phone. “Well, the reservation is in twenty minutes, so we should all get going.” He looked back at Amberlynn and Keiko. “We’ll meet you two there.”

Keiko and Amberlynn went to Kei’s car, and Felix and Atticus left in Atticus’s.

The night started off a bit awkward, and Amberlynn and Felix initiated most conversation. Atticus eventually warmed up and began acting more like his usual social self when the breadsticks came and he couldn’t help but look simultaneously surprised and amused by the fact that Amberlynn nearly inhaled her first one.

Felix sighed after his lemonade came, saying that the one thing he missed most about London was being able to order a martini since he was nearly twenty and the legal drinking age in England was only 18.

Conversation began to flow easily. Keiko was the only one unfazed when Amberlynn ate the whole Tour of Italy plate and five breadsticks without leaving anything leftover. Felix and Amberlynn kept telling hilarious stories from the dress rehearsals. Both of them exchanged glances when their boyfriends began talking to each other about their class, bitching about their professor.

Atticus and Keiko both wound up ordering shrimp scampi, and the whole night wound up being more fun than any of them thought it would be.

“Any boxes?” their waiter asked when they were done eating. They all said no.

“Oh, but a tiramisù to go,” Amberlynn said. “Bring it with the check, please.”

“Okay.”

They wound up splitting the check. And after that, they all went outside, still laughing and talking.

“We should definitely hang out again together,” Atticus said, an arm casually around Felix’s waist.

“Definitely,” Keiko agreed. “Tonight was fun.”

They all said their goodbyes and went on their ways.

— — —

“I’m soooo stuffed,” Atticus sighed as he fell back like a starfish on his bed, a bit of cookie dough ice cream on the corner of his mouth. “And sleepy.” It was basically the middle of the night, after all.

Felix chuckled. “I bet.” He climbed onto the bed to kiss Atticus’s cheek. “Imma shower now, lovely. Okay? Don’t fall asleep.”

Atticus yawned, eyes closed, and nodded. Felix knew he was gonna fall asleep, and he smiled as he stole some of Atticus’s pajamas and went to shower.

He was tired as well, but that didn’t stop him from taking as long as he usually did. As soon as he got out of the shower, he expected to see Atticus in the exact same spot, but his boyfriend was no longer in the room.

He took a second to grab his inhaler and take a couple of puffs before going to look for Atticus. He was shocked to see his boyfriend in the kitchen, panting over the kitchen sink with a string of drool dangling from his bottom lip.

“Atti,” Felix called, walking over. “Goodness, love, are you alright?”

Atticus shook his head. Felix put a hand on his back and felt how shaky he was. He reached in to cup Atticus’s forehead, expecting to feel a fever, but Atticus was just clammy and sweaty, cold to the touch. Some longish strands from his manbun had come loose, and one close to his mouth was coated in a bit of vomit.

“Bloody hell. What is this?”

Atticus jerked with a sudden heave, bringing up his half-digested shrimp scampi. Felix frowned as he wondered if this was food poisoning or something.

“C’mon, lovely, let’s move to the bathroom.”

Atticus continued to hover over the sink for a minute before pressing a fist to his mouth and nodding stiffly, his eyes a bit watery.

Felix and Atticus went back to the bedroom and into the bathroom. Atticus collapsed to his knees in front of the toilet, barely lifting the lid in time to puke again, groaning softly and hugging his arms around his stomach in pain. “Hurrrts,” he whined, making Felix frown with worry. About forty minutes ago, Atticus was fine!

Suddenly, Felix heard his phone ringing in the bedroom. He ignored it and let it ring, cooing over his boyfriend as he puked again. Atticus had sweat through his shirt and cramps were gnawing at him. “Fuck,” he whined. “I don’t— My stomach feels so gross.” He pitched forward with another heave, nearly missing the bowl, and Felix cupped his forehead to steady him.

“Just get it out, love,” he said. Then he heard his phone ring again, and he wanted to ignore it again but this was one call right after the first, so he was just a bit curious.

Atticus groaned. Then, spitting into the toilet, he mumbled, “Go check your phone.”

Felix shook his head. “No way. I’ll check later.”

Atticus let out a sigh, resting his cheek on the toilet seat, making Felix cringe. “Are you empty?” the blonde asked.

Atticus’s face twisted slightly in a grimace. “Maybe?” he guessed. “I just feel so gross. My belly really hurts.” He squeezed his stomach, forcing up a sick burp and then grimacing sourly. “Ugh. I can taste the shrimp. Ew.”

Felix rubbed Atticus’s back until he was pretty sure Atticus was done puking.

“Come on, lovely. Let’s go to bed.”

Felix had to help pull Atticus up, which was a struggle since the man was much taller than him.

Atticus sat on the edge of the bed while Felix got him some new clothes. He normally would’ve had Felix leave the room while he changed, but he was honestly too dizzy to even lift his arms above his head, so Felix wound up getting him out of his sweaty clothes and into pajamas while he just kept blushing furiously at being seen in just his boxers by his boyfriend.

Once Atticus was laying down with a trash bin by his side of the bed, Felix finally checked his phone and saw two missed calls, a voicemail, and three texts from Amberlynn.

He left the bedroom to grab some things, and he listened to the voicemail first while he went to the kitchen. In the voicemail, she’d said, “Hey, Felix. I’m sorry to be bothering you so late. I was just wondering if you and Atticus are feeling sick at all. I’m fine, but Kei is really sick and throwing up a ton. You don’t have to call me back, but at least text me so I know you two aren’t dying or anything. Bye, Felix.”

Felix wound up calling her back, and she answered after two rings. “Hey,” she said, sounding slightly worried. “You okay? Is Atticus okay? Are you—”

“I’m fine,” Felix said, interrupting her worried questions. “Atticus is sick though. You think it could be food poisoning?” He put the phone on speaker so he could still talk for rummaging for medicine. He found the cabinet it was in, but frowned in annoyance when he saw the Pepto tablets on the highest shelf. Sometimes, having an obnoxiously tall boyfriend was a bit annoying.

“Maybe,” Amberlynn answered. “They both had shrimp scampi. You think that the shrimp might’ve been bad or something?”

Felix was trying to climb on the counter as he agreed, “It’s very likely.” He finally managed to grab the Pepto and hop back down, picking up his phone and taking it off speaker. “How’s Keiko?”

Amberlynn sighed in a way that made Felix almost see her rolling her eyes. “Dying of dehydration on a cold tile floor. He’s refusing to leave the bathroom because he’s scared he’ll puke on me again in bed.”

Felix cringed, now wondering if he should be worried about that now as well. “Tell him I hope he feels better. I’ve got to go now, Starry. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Okay. And tell Atticus I hope he feels better, too. Bye!”

They hung up, and Felix grabbed a glass of water and went back to the bedroom. Atticus had sat up and brought the bin up to his lap. It was still empty, but Atticus still hovered over it with his mouth unable to close because of the nausea.

“I’ve got some medicine,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He shook two Pepto tablets out of the container and held them out towards Atticus. “Here. And here’s some water.”

Atticus looked at the meds and water but didn’t take them. “They’ll come back up,” he mumbled.

Felix sighed softly. “It’s alright if they do. Or, they might help. Can you please try, baby?”

Atticus hesitated before taking the meds and water, swallowing them with a sour look. Both men waited before Atticus sighed and said, “I think I’m good. For now, at least.”

“Okay,” Felix said, taking the glass back and putting it on the bedside table. “Sleep now. Hopefully this’ll pass quickly. Keiko’s sick too, by the way.”

Atticus’s eyes widened slightly while he was moving to put the bin back on the floor. “Really?”

“Yeah. Amberlynn and I think the shrimp scampi you two had was bad.”

Atticus groaned as he laid down. “Well, that sucks.”

Felix agreed as he got in bed beside Atticus, scooting close to cuddle. Atticus gladly hugged Felix, burying his face in the blonde’s chest. Felix felt a bit guilty, knowing that Atticus wouldn’t have wound up sick if he hadn’t basically forced him to go on the double date. But, as if reading his mind, Atticus squeezed the blonde and mumbled. “I loved tonight. Dinner was fun. Love you, baby.”

Felix smiled, planting a kiss on top of Atticus’s head. “Love you, too. But please don’t puke on me, lovely.”

— — —

(When Amberlynn and Keiko got home)

Amberlynn was giggling in the elevator as Keiko fluttered kisses all over her neck and cheek, trapping her in a hug from behind. “Kei, we’re not even in the apartment yET!” She squealed as he lifted her off her feet spinning in a circle while laughing, his face buried in her curls. “Kei, you’re gonna make my tiramisù squish!” she squealed because she was holding the dessert she got to go.

When the elevator stopped, Keiko put her down but didn’t stop hugging her, forcing them both to have to walk awkwardly with Keiko still hugging her from behind. Once in the apartment, Keiko suddenly spins his girlfriend around, kissing her deeply the way he’s wanted to all night.

She laughed against his mouth, holding her dessert with just one hand and using her other to rest on his shoulder. She pulled away, smiling and looking dreamily at his eyes. “Gimmie a sec to put my tiramisù away, babe.”

He pecked the tip of her nose. “Okay.”

Amberlynn turned to the kitchen and quickly put her tiramisù away. Behind her, she heard Keiko hiccup suddenly. She chuckled at the sound, shutting the fridge and turning around, only to raise a brow when she saw him rubbing his stomach over his nice button-up. “You okay?” she asked.

He smiled at her. “I’m perfect.” She went back over, this time with both arms available, and she wraps them around his neck and kisses him.

Still kissing, they make their way to the bedroom, laughing into each other’s mouths every time they nearly trip together. By the time they get to the bedroom, Kei’s shoes and Amberlynn’s heels are long gone. Kei’s shirt is also gone, and he’s currently pulling Amberlynn’s dress above her head.

They fall on the bed together, still kissing and only breaking apart to get comfortable.

Keiko broke the kiss again to sit back on his knees, looking down at Amberlynn and just admiring her, taking her in. The whole night, she still had her beautiful stage makeup on, and now she looked giddy with her lipstick slightly smeared. Her curls were wild and she looked perfect in every way.

She laughed when Keiko just kept staring at her. “What?” she laughed.

He shook his head, grinning ear-to-ear. “You’re fucking stunning, Amber.”

The series of events that came after that could only be described as incredible and perfect. By midnight, they were cuddling in bed, Keiko wearing boxers and Amberlynn wearing underwear and one of his t-shirts. Keiko was being the big spoon, wrapping himself around Amberlynn and placing lazy occasional kisses on top of her head. She was snoring softly in his arms, and he couldn’t stop smiling.

That is, until his stomach let out an unhappy grumble. That made his smile falter a little. He had been feeling a bit off since they got back, but he’d been able to ignore it. But now it was no longer a little uncomfortable ache, and it was instead a gnawing crampy feeling in his gut. His mouth was flooding with saliva; the universal tell-tale sign that someone is about to puke.

Keiko’s whole body jostled with a hiccup, and that was enough to make Amberlynn stir slightly. “Kei?” she asked sleepily.

“I just hiccupped, baby. Go back to sleep.”

She yawned. “Yeah, okay,” she mumbled, pressing herself closer to Kei. Any other time, he would’ve smiled at the closeness. But now, her back was pressed against his stomach, and a sudden wave of nausea made him stop hugging her and sit up, an arm wrapping around his stomach and his other hand covering his mouth.

“Keiko? What’s wrong?” Amberlynn sat up as well, touching his back. “Babe?”

He shook his head, frowning. “I don’t know. I feel weird.” He rubbed his belly a bit. “My stomach is off.

Amberlynn yawned and pushed his hand away from his own tummy, rubbing it herself instead, and Keiko let her. “Indigestion or something?” she asked.

Keiko shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe?” His chest jostled with another nauseous hiccup, and he knew what was about to happen.

“Are you gonna puke?” she asked, but Keiko didn’t answer. “Baby?” she asked, moving to be in front of him, still rubbing his stomach but now looking him in the eye. “You okay?”

He wanted to tell her to get out of the way, but he didn’t even have the time to push her away enough before he vomited all over his hand, lap, and even Amberlynn’s arm and a bit of her shirt, making her yelp and jump back a bit.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Keiko apologized frantically. “I’m so—”

He stopped when he knew he was about to throw up again, and he all but leapt out of bed and ran to the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. Amberlynn came in behind him, crouching down next to him and rubbing his back, cooing him softly.

A couple of violent heaves brought up another stream of puke. When he had a minute to breathe, he lifted his head from the toilet and looked at his girlfriend, his eyes falling on the sick on Amber’s arm and shirt. He cringed. “I am so sorry,” he said. “That’s so gross. I’m—”

“Stop apologizing, Kei,” Amberlynn chuckled. “So, what’s going on? You’re not feverish,” she realized as she cupped his cheek. “Was it the food?”

Keiko’s brows creased slightly. “I don’t. . . I—” He quickly turned his head away from her hand and threw up again.

After a few more streams, he looked at Amber, frowning. “Clean yourself up, baby,” he said. “I’ll live if you leave me alone for a second.”

Amberlynn nodded, standing and washing off her arm in the sink. Then she went back into the bedroom to put on a different one of Keiko’s t-shirts. And then she went straight back to Keiko. He was almost as pale as her, which was a very unnatural look on him.

“Hey,” she said softly, crouching beside him again. She pushed his hair back away from his face. “So, scale of one to ten? Do you doctors ever actually ask that question?”

Keiko chuckled a bit at her question, looking at her. “Yes, we ask it,” he croaked. “But I’m not a doctor yet.”

She rolled her eyes, smirking. “You might as well be with our group of idiots.”

Kei snorted, but then his face fell and he threw up again in the toilet.

It was a solid twenty minutes. Eventually, Amberlynn had gone back to the bedroom to test a theory and ask Felix and Atticus if they were also sick, in case it was food poisoning. And she also took a minute to change the sheets.

“I think you’re empty,” Amberlynn said. “C’mon, baby, let’s go back to bed.”

He frowned at that. “No, I can’t,” he said. “I’ll get sick again.”

She ran a hand through his hair. “It’s fine if you do, babe. I’ll get the bin and—”

“Nooo,” he whined, dropping his forehead on the toilet seat. “I don’t wanna throw up on you again.”

Amberlynn sighed, kissing the top of his head. “You won’t, Kei. Don’t worry. C’mon.”

By now, she could tell he was dehydrated. She tried to get him to drink some water, but it came back up right away.

She tried to pull him up, but he resisted and stayed where he was. “Go ahead and go to bed,” he said in a whiny voice. “I’ll come when— hic —I’m done. I still feel nauseous.”

Amberlynn pouted. “Keiko, at this rate you’ll wind up falling asleep here. You’re exhausted. Just come to bed.”

He shook his head, hovering over the toilet and gripping the bowl with white knuckles.

Amberlynn let out another sigh, standing. “Okay. You’re stubborn, and I’ll be back in a minute.”

Amberlynn went back to the bedroom in time to see her phone ringing. Felix was calling her back.

She answered, and it turns out Atticus was sick too. Since Atticus and Keiko had the same meal, it was a no-brainer what the cause likely was.

Amberlynn and Felix only talked for a minute before they hung up, and Amberlynn began grabbing pillows and blankets from around Keiko’s apartment. She brought them all to his bathroom.

He looked up at her, confused when he saw all the blankets and pillows she was holding. “What are you—?”

“You don’t wanna leave this bathroom to go to bed, so I’m bringing bed to you.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

She smiled, dropping everything and then crouching down to set it up, making a makeshift bed on the floor.

“You don’t have to do this,” Keiko said. “Really, baby, I’ll be fine if you just go to—”

“Shut up and lay down,” she told him, sitting and patting her lap.

Keiko looked at her for a second before a smile broke on his face and he chuckled. “Goodness, you are the perfect girlfriend,” he said, laying down and resting his head on her lap, hugging her legs. “Thank you.”

She smiled, running her hand through his hair. “Just close your eyes, Kei,” she whispered, reaching for one of the blankets and covering Kei and her legs. “Quite a way to end the night, huh?”

He chuckled again, planting a kiss on her thigh. “It’s definitely been quite a night.”