#like a fever that's going down jfc

[lale-txt]

thinking about middle aged single dad Kiyoomi with fine silver streaks in his black curls and dark circles under his eyes and his shirt crumpled, dirty glasses pushed up into his hair as he rubs the bridge of his nose because his daughter ate glitter glue at 11pm and got a tummy ache now and he's tempted to just eat some glitter glue as well

[sugar-omi]

Best friend vloggers Cove and MC YouTube channel called Our Life, end up start dating, getting married having babies. They are THE family vloggers!! 

bro wait thats such an idea... id watch the shit outta them too that's so fucking cute

of course they wouldn't put every moment of their lives or big events on the internet, most things they keep for themselves. but when they finally release some clips from their wedding? and maybe they record each of their pov's while getting ready, n cove is so nervous that he fucking looks sick n everyone's laughing, patting him on the back n telling him he'll be okay n that once he gets to the ceremony, he'll be fine!!

n everyone watching the video (and in the room) would get such a laugh out of him going "oh shit... I didn't prepare vows, I just thought.. id say what's on my mind" (can't bring myself to type smth cheesy im sorry</3)

honestly, after everyone sees how he almost faints, n cries when you meet at the top of the aisle, n his sweet vows n how he wraps em up, or how he'd get excited and pick you up in his arms.. he's raised everyone's standards.

and then when you have kids. all dads around the world either have to step up, or step down n get out the way because once again, he's raising the standard!!!

cries like a baby every time he remembers you're gonna have a baby. like wow. he's gonna be a dad. like he's scared as fuck but wow, he's gonna be a dad, he's a fucking dad!!!

wears it like a badge of honor, as he should.

totally babies his kid/s, always. cries when he has to hand over the baby because he just loves em too much, wants to look at n hold em forever. buys em every toy and snack, bandages n kisses every wound.

he just knocks parenthood out of the park. even if he makes mistakes, he apologizes for it and/or makes up for it. and the mistakes are never big enough to leave lasting damage. he knows what kind of parent he wants to be, and holds himself to that.

so in the comment of every video, he's either driving people to tears bc they want that, or they miss their dad doing that for them. or he's giving someone baby fever

jfc I'm just thinking abt it n yall would have the internet wrapped around your finger. easy.

[verstappentime]

got tagged to do this fic writer interview thang :-) thank you @wedriftlikelonelyplanets!

How many works do you have on AO3?

eleven!!

What's your total AO3 word count?

62,008

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

catch a fever dream (985)

the pain will remind us of each other (738)

and then there's you (680)

never strangers at all (651)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do! however the x-men resurgence has led to a TON of comments on my older fics, which is so incredible, but i haven't gotten to many of them. (if you're an x-men fan, hi! i'm sorry!)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

none of my fics *really* have angsty endings, but at the end of 'put your strength down' max just falls asleep after, like, having a horrible time. so that's not a great ending for him, even though he's eventually fine.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

i like the ending of 'never strangers at all' best for this question, because the joy they're both feeling is so intense in that moment. <3

Do you write crossovers?

i have an unfinished WIP which is an x-men/f1 crossover, which i do plan on going back and finishing someday. however it's weirdly started before i liked f1 and VERY inaccurate, so it's going to go through some hardy re-editing. (f1 fans beware)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes! i have, lol. people didn't like that max & daniel didn't end up together in one of my fics. that's alright. those who get it get it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes. the gay kind? i don't know how to answer that.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

some of my x-men fics are out there in chinese.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@velocitytimes2 and i cowrote fics about ourselves dating snowboarders when we were like, 12 and 14, so there's that.

a lot of my fics have heavy input from @gaylord-fagaton (hi P!!) and i consider him the cowriter on several of them <3

What's your all-time favorite ship?

ALL time!? jfc. ahh, that's a super hard one. i love my f1 ships but i'm sentimental. i mean, it has to be cherik, right? they've been with me a looong time. maybe damen and laurent from captive prince. or scott and emma from x-men, who i've never really written except as minor characters, but would die for. tough question.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

i mean, i really hope my x-men/f1 wip gets finished. it's been a long journey with that fic and i really love the plot that i know exists in there. but i'm not SURE i'll finish it. there's a cherik a/b/o fic that i know will never see daylight for sure. unless i finish that crossover, i think almost all my cherik stuff is dead on the vine. (for now.)

& a lot of random snippets from f1 race weekends this year.

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue, and that's about all i got. i'd say that includes a good inner monologue too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

everything else? ah, metaphors and similes are probably my downfall. i'm trying.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

not ever gonna happen. i hate looking dumb. writing erik lehnsherr was always fun bc he's jewish, so i do let his mom speak a bit of yiddish, because i speak a bit of yiddish. otherwise, i just denote that a character's not speaking in english and then go on with the dialogue.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

uhhh, i mean, the first fics i EVER wrote were probably about the jonas brothers when i was like, 8. but the first fics i ever POSTED were probably one direction when i was like, 16 or so. could've also been x-men bc i posted my first fic in that fandom around the same time. anyway, all been orphaned now, so good luck charlie if you're tryna find em.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

oh man, i don't think any? i haven't written any in-depth maxiel and i really want to, but i do have, like, 3 maxiel fics on my ao3. but yeah, i'm excited to like actually really delve into them. i love them.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

i think the *best* fic i've written is probably 'the pain will remind us of each other.' it's just a different kind of writing and i think it's, like, pretty well pulled off, and it's just clean and straightforward and gets the emotions where i wanted them to go. there's some of my favorite lines i've ever written in there. charles in erik's mind, erik saying "where have you been?" was a really cool visual that i was happy i got to put on paper.

i also really love never strangers at all. it's undoubtedly the best f1 fic i've written. but i'm also, like, rapidly improving my writing these past few months and i'm already a bit critical of it. anyway, i still do think charles & max's relationship is lovely, and i'm proud of how i stuck to my guns in terms of what i wanted their dynamic to be, even if it's different from how a lot of people perceive them.

MATE, this was long af! i'll tag @sunsetmog & @lost-in-fandoms. i know this is a long one so no obligation, but ya know, hi! <3

[pondscummy]

the "also sick" comment isn't like "btw I'm SICK, how dare you not know" it's me saying I'm sick like how 2/3 of my roommates are

but like I'm so;;;; it feels so rich that L is like wtf do you want from me about me not replying for 45 minutes when I had to beg his gf over hours and hours of texts every so often to not force me to sit in unwiped shit after my surgery bc she had openly told me she just didn't rly feel like setting up the attachable bidet after telling me for weeks she would, and I never ever got a reply from her or L ever acknowledging that they were wide awake hanging out and laughing while I was like stuck in bed barely able to move begging for follow through on a commitment they made in advance and i eventually had to spend over $100 to hire someone to come out the next day and do it for me and I had to hold my shit for hours lmfao

like L is sooooo great at couching things in flawless tumblr wellness speak but only to talk about how valid they are for not showing up for you and how fucked up it is that you MIGHT ever have a moment where you can't be 100% there w them. like idk what to tell you I've been laying in bed with a sore throat and cough and fever passing out and waking up to roll over in buckets of sweat like the rest of the house. I do genuinely get being annoyed by a lack of response but it's also right back to this whole thing about Always assuming I'm mad at them which is legit one of the only things that actually makes me mad fjdkddhk like bro I do not THINK about you when you're not acting like I'm a bomb about to blow (also, as an aside -- we all take turns buying TP and it's usually me who does it like it's not out of pocket for me to say hey you are the One person who is out of the house already rn, can you get this on your way bc None of the bathrooms have back up rolls and one is totally out and I had to text our sickest roommate telling her to use the bidet and drip dry like.... "am I the first person you asked" yes bc you are the person who makes the most sense dumbfuck. I'm not being "overly needy" toward you or whatever jfc)

they literally told me at one point that the reason they're so scared of me is that my face is "triggering" for them when I'm angry or not feeling good and puts them "back in a really bad place" they have seen my face angry literally 3 times and each time it was on my way back to my room to decompress and each time I said nothing to them other than that I was in a bad mood and I was going to go to my room. I didn't yell either I just said it normal. like I genuinely feel gaslit here like I'm this horrifying monster of a man when it's like dude sometimes people are mad I don't know what YOU want from ME!! I do all my venting here where they can't ever see it even tho we've blocked each other, I censor their name like anyone even knows who they are, I isolate to chill out and it's literally been less than a handful of times like should I fling myself from the roof??????? would that fix it???

I literally know it's bc I'm a man too. none of this was like this until my facial hair came in more and it got crazy worse after I got top surgery and they're so so vocal about how much they despise men and think men should all fuck off and die and there's only a handful of acceptable men that they've personally vetted. despite them pretty clearly having a trans woman fetish bc they only date or look at porn of trans women and they do the whole step on me mommy thing about it even tho their gf has complained like. lmfao you're just a baby te//rf even tho you ID as trans masc yourself. like that's all this even is. I'm a big (5'3") scary (spent the whole weekend w my coworkers asking if I was 12) man who's obviously going to snap and kill you all bc sometimes I *checks writing on hand* get frustrated and go lay down about it

[suizokukans]

it was two birds one stone. leaning into him she cups a hand ‘round his ear and whispers something she never thought she’d dare say. she wasn’t even sure who was more surprised, her or him. before long the pair had found themselves a nice little space, hidden away from prying eyes.

loni had already dropped down to a squat, hands palming at his pants as she struggled to get them pulled down. “this- this is a thank youse, but it’s also for me.” normally she never partook in any intimacy during her heat. she opted just to wait it out at home, sleep it away and pretend it was just a bad fever. it never drove her to want to do anything to begin with, but this? this was different. he smelled nice and he didn’t strike her as a bad guy. like this she was in control of everything as well. the pace was up to her… was it so wrong of loni to want to try and get a taste of what so many others could take and give so freely?

“don’t pull my hair and if you try anything funny I’ll bite it off.” cheeks darken as she leans in, pulling him free of his boxers. fuck.. fuck he smelled good? how was that even fair? “nnngh… you can move though when I get used to it. I don’t have a gag reflex-“ / jfc I’m sorry it’s long she just yaps internally

With his inability to not be a people pleaser; when Loni had just moments ago motioned for him to lean a little closer, of course he'd done so - absolutely not expecting what her next string of words were going to be.

But; he wasn't going to turn her down, agreeing to the offer and helping her up before squirrelling off somewhere. For the sake of an inch of a peace of mind, he'd muttered a spell under his breath, clicking his fingers twice which would be enough to make them have no presence to anyone who dared to walk by. Hopefully the clicking could be passed off as eager nerves.

Moving his back against the wall to give her more space, he unbuckles the belt on his pants to help with her visible struggle to get his pants down, chuckling as he hears her words. "It's a bit for the both of us - I got it, I got it-"

It certainly doesn't help the rush of adrenaline this whole situation sent through his body got him already somewhat visibly excited, and her playful? (he's assuming so) threat only adds to it. "Mmm- I'll be careful don't worry, I don't want it bitten off, like ever." The smile plastered on his face only grows, and he raises a hand to cover it in some embarrassment that he came off way too eager over this. "Right, I'll let you get warmed up first before I do anything." There's a teasing glint in his eye, he's curious to see how far she actually goes but then again - do you really turn around at this point?

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EatCoD chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“Your dad is Robert, Alpha of the Southeastern White Tooth pack.”

Why did the father only get a name after he was dead?

I scanned the car once more and couldn’t find a single thing that reminded me of home to bring with me.

Wow, it’s almost like she didn’t bring anything with her? And why would Aaron have stuff in HIS car that would remind Liz of HER home?

“That’s because you have a high fever. At least a hundred and seven.”

From google: Numbers that are cause for concern: 105°F – Go to the emergency room.

JFC, get her to a freaking hospital. 

I looked for anything I could use as a weapon.

[...]

Then I noticed a freestanding toilet paper caddy next to the toilet. It had a pointed end, maybe I could use it as a weapon? But what would I do with the toilet paper?

Oh no, think about the poor toilet paper!!

I dressed quickly, silently thanking whoever was in charge of getting me new clothes that they thought to buy a bra and some underwear. Red lace. Hmmm. Kinky. 

Something tells me that the bra isn’t going to be supportive. The kind of bra you wear only to tease your partner in the bedroom.

And honestly, I’d rather go without a bra than have to wear one of those under regular clothes. 

“Elizabeth? Why is the toilet paper caddy in here?”

Just going to leave this right here…

“Did you just call me dude?” Christian put the plate down in front of him and Avery poured the syrup on his pancakes. 

“Dude, nerd, asshole…” 

Avery put the syrup on the other side of his plate, away from Hunter. “Everybody knows that you take all of the syrup. I’d say that would make you the asshole in this room.” He shoved a triangle of pancakes in his mouth.

Oh boy, I can’t wait to read this for the rest of the series. 

SAID NOBODY. EVER. 

“Could I ride on one your backs?” 

Hunter rolled his eyes and a burst of laughter came from Christian. Hunter took the last plate from my hands. “No, you cannot just ride on our backs. We aren’t your pet.” 

Wow. Talk about a reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t realize.” 

“Not yet, anyway.”

Of course somebody makes it weird. 

I’d taken a couple days off at the mortgage company to deal with pack issues but my boss was going to worry if I didn’t come in soon.

I’ve seen enough true crime documentaries to know that somebody at her work is going to call the police. 

In a logical and just world, they’d see the bodies of Liz’s parents (because you KNOW that they wouldn’t have actually done anything with the bodies) and a huge investigation would kick off. 

But this is a shitty reverse harem romance series, so I’m expecting literally none of that.

There was a clawing in my stomach, ripping and shredding my insides, like a wild beast trying to get out.

Chapter 4 summary: Liz is quick to realise that it’s a dragon… and a big one at that. She’s forced to continue on, since the pack is closing in on her, but then the dragon leaves to go fight the wolves. Another car comes from the opposite way, and a man Liz hasn’t seen before is like “You’re Liz right? Your father is Robert, and your mom is Jane, no?” Liz doesn’t want to get into the car with him, but she feels like she has no choice. In there, he introduces himself as Christian, and the driver as Avery; it’s mentioned that the dragon is named Hunter. 

They drive for a really long time, only stopping for gas once. As they drive, Liz starts to feel worse and worse; like her body is on fire. 

When they get to a safe house, Liz tries to bolt. But then Hunter tackles her to the ground, and she passes out. Liz wakes up hours later, and Hunter comes to tell her that she has a fever of 107. He helps her to take an ice bath, but after they’re done, she’s feeling a little better. She finds new clothes in her room. 

Downstairs, the others have made breakfast for her. The boys act like immature toddlers, and end up spraying water everywhere. As they’re cleaning up, and Liz helps with the dishes, she asks them questions about the weredragons. They say that their species is highly endangered, so they keep to themselves. When asked why they can’t come out to the werewolves, they pointedly tell her that the wolves would attack them. 

They also explain to her that the reason why she’s burning up and has a huge appetite is because she’s finally starting to shift. That they’ll remain at this safe house until after her first shift, then they’ll move on to another safe house. Liz obviously wants to train so that she can go back and kick Scarface’s ass. 

They randomly find a stray kitten outside the kitchen door, and Liz wants to keep it. But then she’s overcome with such a huge burst of pain that it’s the only thing she can think about. 

[imsureiforgotsomething]

I can confirm, being a stoic is not helpful. I have a high tolerance for pain. Shit hurts but you couldn't tell by my mannerisms. 8 of 10 pain, but not an outcry or even a whimper.

The first ER got me in quick, but doing the rebound test on me was negative, so no appendicitis, and they stopped there. I had no fever, no nausea, no vomiting. They didn't go to the next most common and deadly condition, perforated bowel. A CT scan had the radiologist confirming no appendicitis, but it appears they did not look on the other side of my abdomen, where unknown to all, including myself, a perforation was leaking poop, starting up peritonitis. They released me with a shrug and a script for a handful of pain killers.

The next day, still suffering, I drove 400 miles back home. When I got home, I went to my Level 1 Trauma Center hospital, certain they would take care of me. It had been 30 hours since I had been to the first ER. My guts were boiling.

That ER triaged me incorrectly, doing the same rebound test, still negative, no fever, no nausea, no vomiting. But my pain was now 9 of 10, I told them. "Go sit down, there are people ahead of you," they said. They made me wait 5 hours until I was finally seen. By the time they got a new CT scan, it was two hours later. A bowel perforation was suspected, and they informed me I was to undergo emergency exploratory surgery to confirm it. That surgery did not happen for another 5 hours. JFC, the pain was 10 of 10, not even a goddammit tear in my eyes.

When they opened me up, the surgeon characterized what he saw as, "Your guts were very, very angry." They removed 27 cm of descending large intestine and power-washed the poop out of my abdomen. I got a stoma.

I have months of recovery ahead, and at the end they will reverse my stoma, reconnecting the remainder of my large intestine to my rectum.

Had I been more demonstrative of my level of pain, screaming, crying, I likely would've received more prompt treatment and been able to keep more of my intestine.

But that isn't me. I should've ACTED in horrible pain, unconsolable. I now likely have PTSD, since I snap whenever any expected action is not performed immediately. No gradient now. Everything is an 11 of urgency. I was nice, compliant, and it nearly killed me. Now, my brain has rejected that personality and turned me into a snarling beast. I'm stuck in survival mode.

This is all still fresh, I'm gonna need some professional help fixing this damage to my psyche.

As OP said, overact your symptoms. Being compliant could kill you. It almost killed me.

Play up your symptoms in the ER and urgent care when you're in need of immediate treatment. No I am not kidding. This goes much extra if you're black, and especially if you think your life is in danger or something could at least cause severe harm if untreated. Doctors and staff have biases, sometimes awful ones. Some even still believe that black people have a better pain tolerance but that was a lie created to justify American slavery.

[flydotnet]

Warm Like Birthday Candles

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

A light piece, both in tone and word count, considering it's Whumptober and all. My original plan was actually a fic codenamed """Ultramarine Blue""" that was going to be an ansgty sickfic and a sort of romantic version of a story I wrote in 2021 for my (current, jfc) BTHB card, "Feverish Reflections". I do somewhat ccry the loss of how I'd have been able to use "They don't care about you"… but also, I knew this story was always going to also serve as my 2023 birthday fic for the original blorbo, Tachimukai. And you know what? This time, the angsty-ass sickfic didn't work for me. I wanted to be gentle, for once.

I kind of skipped over Whumptober 2022 and a 2022 edition of the yearly Tachi fic, so this year, he gets to have a bit of a cold, but also to have a badass GF; and I think it's good enough. I may just write Ultramarine Blue later down the line; but for this October 2nd, it's happy birthday and nothing else.

So, happy birthday, Tachimukai. I may not be waxing the hell out of my author's notes like I did four years ago, but be assured, you're still the one fictional character I'll defend to the very end. (Which not even Matsuyama gets to have, may I add, because I sadly have to acknowledge his canon - and it's clearly not as generous as Inazuma's).

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Warm Like Birthday Candles

Summary: Haruna's boyfriend is a lot of things: he's caring, he's clever, he's the sweetest man you could dream of… and he's also stupidly stubborn, not unlike her. Well, it takes a stubborn idiot to tame another, she supposes.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (post-canon)

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here!

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“I’m fine Haruna, I swear!”

“Nu-huh, you’ve been feeling weird for days, it’s time you lie down a little and let yourself rest!”

Yuuki sighs, his lips perked up but his eyebrows creased.

“I still have class to do today,” he replies with a cough barely smothered inside his throat. “I don’t wanna let them down.”

She crosses her arms and puffs up her chest. Man, he can be so infuriating sometimes…

“Your students can wait until you’re not sick anymore. You’ve been dragging this cold on for long enough!”

He looks so conflicted, from up there, even through the red splotches of his cheeks and the slight haze of a low-grade fever.

“But… I mean…”

“If you drag this on for much longer, you’ll just make it worse. Plus, look on the bright side, it means staying home on your special day!”

He looks, as always whenever this is the case, utterly unconvinced. In fact, his expression is closer to that of a betrayed man than of a man to whom she’d have just told “see, it’s your birthday, and you don’t even have to work during it! Isn’t that cool?”. This man is going to be the end of her, someday, she’s sure of it.

(Yet even if he turns out to be so, she’ll still be happy that he is her epilogue. They put up with each other so much, he’s worth the hassle of being an unstoppable force pit against an unmoveable object).

((Well, there’s a very good reason why he used to be a goalkeeper – and why he was the best one ever too)).

“It’s not really an excuse, isn’t it?” He coughs into his fist. “The birthday, I mean.”

“That implies your cold is a good enough excuse, doesn’t it?”

He sighs, congestion stifling the noise.

“You’re never going to let me go to work, will you?” He asks back, suddenly resigned.

“If I can have a word about it, absolutely not! Now, let’s just chill on the couch for a bit and I can order us lunch.”

“I don’t even feel this sick, Haruna, this just sounds like overkill.”

She squints her eyes and clicks her tongue.

“Hmph. Let’s see if that holds true, then!” She points to the nearest armchair. “Take a seat.”

“I’m gonna be late to work, Haruna.”

“And I’ll make it quick, so take a seat and stop resisting your fate!”

In spite of his conflicted expression, he chuckles.

“Fine, fine.”

Once she’s made sure he’s actually going to stay seated, she rushes to their bathroom. One glance at the inside of the cabinet and she finds it: the sole thermometer in the whole apartment, ready to be used. With a swift rinse of its end, it’s ready to use, and just as fast as she left the living room, she comes back to it.

With a confident stride, she walks up to him, proudly displaying her tool. He’s focused on the screen of his phone up until he finally notices she’s back. Took him long enough.

“Open up,” she orders.

Yuuki opens his mouth, but not as instructed. She still uses it as an opportunity.

“Sorry,” she continues, “it’s a bit under-handed, I know.”

They both stare at the thing until it beeps, at which point he can finally talk again.

“Please don’t do that again,” is the first thing that exits his mouth.

“38.3,” she quickly snaps back. “I’m pretty sure that’s more than yesterday, and also, a bad enough temperature to take a day off to rest. Knowing you, you’ve overcompensated the previous days.”

As if on cue, he coughs.

“You really aren’t going to let me go to work,” he sighs again, this time wth a smile.

“Nope! So take it easy and unwind, I’m taking care of everything today.”

He glances left and right, before giving a knowing look.

“Or else?”

“Or else I’m calling Tsunami.”

That’s enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“You’re ready for anything, as always.”

“I just know you!”

She puts the thermometer away on the nearby coffee table, then lowers herself just to face him. He looks utterly dejected, which doesn’t come unexpected to her: you can’t just ask a workaholic to let go of his duty and expect him to take it well. She isn’t too different, in that regard, after all.

Despite his painfully obvious displeasure with the turn of events, he takes back his phone, scrolls a bit and starts a call. A couple minutes later, he’s promised to see a doctor so he has a certificate to give and he’s officially gotten the day off.

“I should actually do that. I mean, see a doctor,” he immediately states right afterwards.

She climbs up on him, cupping his cheeks with her hands.

“That I agree with. It’s time you take care of yourself!”

He smiles at this, eyes squinting just enough to be ridiculously endearing.

“You shouldn’t be so close to my face; you’ll end up catching it too.”

“If I’ve not caught it by now, then I just won’t!” She leans back to let him cough into his elbow. “But that visit to the doctor is a good idea. It’ll make you feel a bit better once you’ve got the right medicine in.” She sighs, this time to herself. “Talk about your special day, huh. Having to go to the doctor and stuff.”

“To be fair, you’re the one who’s always made it special. I didn’t really pay muchc attention to my birthday before we started dating.”

“You can’t say that to me and pretend like Tsunami didn’t do the heavy lifting!”

“Okay, okay, you’re right: Tsunami and you made it special.”

“That’s better. What do you want to do, now?”

“Well, let’s knock the doctor visit down, and then we can… We can just relax, I guess.”

The words may be foreign to his tongue, but they make her happy to hear.

“That’s a good plan, yes! A quick go, a drop by the pharmacy, and we can make this day as good as can be, okay?”

“Okay.”

[ingleaisle]

Me: Hmm, I haven’t really thought about pokemon in depth for a good... year and a half?

My brain, about to re-educate me on what the FUCK it means to have a special interest:

[clatterbane]

Yeah, I think they have changed what they're doing with the anesthesia the past couple of times. (Which, nothing from anesthesiology ever shows up in my records through the portal. They could be doing anything.)

Because, yeah, my blood sugar decided to do the same crazy shit after I got home from another procedure today. Don't even have the hormonal crap to blame this time, with the timing. Looks very specifically like something different anesthesiology started doing to me, or my reactions to it have changed.

Oh yeah, this was also my lifestyle tonight. 😬

I was attributing it to that surprise UTI last month, but yeah I started into violent shivering fits which eventually got me yakking up everything I had drunk over the past few hours. After I had taken to the bed again, under a blanket in a hoodie when it's over 70 in here, to hopefully get that shit stopped. The anesthesia has been good at fucking up my thermoregulation all along, even when they were just doing propofol sedation without the full OR experience. But JFC, this has gone ridiculous.

I was involuntarily groaning as I shook again, and who knows what the neighbors might have thought was going on. But, then the combo of that and me violently barfing all of a sudden did wake Mr. C up. Which made me feel more like crap, but I was glad in another way because I really was too sick to try to get up and try to deal with the situation right then. It took him a while to find what he was looking for, but he did bring in the mop-up towels and other barf bucket containers for me.

Thankfully, I did already have that empty bottle where I could grab it from the bed, but it filled up very quickly and I did end up spewing water and coffee all over the floor. Could have been worse. I didn't have any actual food since like 2 p.m., because my blood sugar was being so crazy and I was also feeling a little sick to my stomach all evening which I put off on the blood sugar chaos. 🤢

Finally flipped over to the gross and sweaty phase, and I am daring to sip on some low sugar electrolyte drink. So far, so good. But yeah, I was also only actively barfing while I was shivering like that last month. I think I will shortly chase it with some of the dissolvable paracetamol/Tylenol, and try to go back to bed and sleep at least some of it off. Hopefully the anti-fever stuff will help this time too. I did not keep down what I took after the shivering started setting in earlier.

(Yes, the fizzy electrolyte tablets are from Nestle. No, I was not the one who bought them, before anybody decides to jump down my revolting throat. Yes, I am drinking it anyway because I was puking all over the place. Anybody who has an issue with that can piss right off.)

Speaking of piss, I do actually still have a much lower level UTI hanging on, because that course of antibiotics was evidently not long enough as I was afraid from experience with the same stuff back in 2020. (At least in the UK, it was easy enough to get a double course through a couple of questionable online consultation sites, when the GP just refused to treat it again.)

Anyway, that's probably not doing me much good either. It was "just" causing some pain and a weird smell peeing before I went to the hospital this morning. But yeah, with the timing on both occasionsand all? I really am strongly suspecting that the anesthesia was what made me so dang sick in the same unusual way last month too. I had better try to get the obvious infection treated again, though, even if it's not causing the fever and all.

[Gonna have to start sending this chart to people when they ask what affects my blood sugars]

[mrskurono]

title: Baby Fever a/n: ok you know what I’ll admit it, all I’ve been thinking about lately is Geto. He’s on my mind constantly. Should I be working on something else, yes. Is Geto the first jjk character I really had a crush on, maybe. I just....fucking Geto ok this has taken me four times to right jfc word count: 1.7k tags: no sub/dom dynamics, romantic sex, established relationship, manga spoilers, fingering, multiple female orgasms (not overstim though) breeding kink, needy Geto, creampie, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, body worship, really just soft sex ok, unedited character(s): Geto Suguru (jjk)

They had grown. 

Both girls that was. 

Into wonderful adolescences that brought a set of different challenges. Geto was ready for that be it blindly. And he loved every part of it times two. Each time he looked at either of the kids though he could vividly remembered rounder cheeks, rosier faces and goofier smiles. It left him reminiscing over that more and more now.

You noticed it in the most subtle ways. Geto wanting more. More of those days even though he wouldn’t outright ask.

A trace of his fingers along your collar bone drew you away from what was in your lap. For the most part you’d ignored him once he came to bed but it grew almost impossible when the sorcerer had his lips pressed to the conjunction of your head and neck while a light touch traced down your chest. Not irritated in the slightly, you still give a playful sigh as you put your book down.

“Can I help you?” You can’t even turn your head to see him. Geto’s face is pressed to you with a trail of peppered kisses following suit.

With a firm grip he slipped his fingers against your thigh to give it a playful squeeze. Geto pulled out of the crook of your neck enough to finally look at you with that off brand smirk of his, “Mayhaps.”

You grin just to lean down and catch his lips on yours. Instead though you pull away just as he was going to lean into you. Earning your own smirk to play on your lips, “Mayhaps if you ask nicely Mr. Suguru.”

The hand on your thigh tightened. Pulling you towards him in a meager attempt but for the most part you stayed rooted where you were. Only slightly letting your legs fall open as your smirk grew into a full blown smile. He was awfully soft for a man on the run orchestrating a death cult. 

Geto slipped his fingers up along the crotch of your bottoms. Nudging his forehead against yours like he’d done every night this week. An eye roll that held no merit you grab his face and kiss him deeply. There isn’t a second in hesitation as you lean into him. Geto’s fingers moving up to help you wiggle out of your bottoms. A similar scene playing out just like the previous nights but you didn’t mind in the slightest with his attention fully on you.

“You’re so wet.” He commented against your lips the second his index finger dipped between your folds.

“And you’re already hard.” You toss back to him when your palm presses up against the stark hardness hidden under his robes, “Why don’t we help each other out?”

A nod and he didn’t stop to push back into the kiss. Geto hovering above you but it was your teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. Leaving the man to groan as his fingertips danced on either side of your clit. Your hips coming up to join in the motion of his fingers rubbing against you. Only for a few moments though because once they were soaked enough Geto couldn’t keep them from slipping inside you.

“Fuck...you’re so needy,” You moan against Geto’s lips as he curls his fingers in on you. He wouldn’t hesitate to make you cum like this before the main event even started.

Lips back to your neck, Geto hummed something but then nodded and mumbled against the softness of your ear, “I need you.”

Reaching down to grip his forearm as Geto’s fingering picked up in it’s urgency. You regretted the moan when his fingertips brushed over your g-spot. Within seconds he was back at it. Not leaving your sensitive spot alone as your cunt twitched and tightened around him with the impending orgasm. He was gonna get one from you with not much more than a snide remark on your part.

“F-Fuck...” Lip taut with tension as you bit down, fighting it wasn’t in your best interest, “S-Suguru- I- I’m gonna-”

“Cum-” His voice almost desperate, hot breath against your neck, fingers not letting up on their assault, “Please cum- Please I need you to cum- Please-”

The want in his voice too much. Just the way he wouldn’t stop after your orgasm tipped itself over. Fingers pulling a toe curling orgasm out of you as you clutched onto his robes and felt every fiber in your body tingle with hopelessness for him.

Fingers slowing, Geto simply wiggling them around in you and feeling the slickness covering his knuckles. It was when you snagged him for a long drawn out lazy kiss. Just to follow it by an order that he get undressed already, meant the man had no choice but to listen.

Rid of his clothes and between your legs before you knew it. You look down to see him swiping his cock up through the drool of your cunt. What wasn’t on his fingers previously now coated his cock with a beautiful glisten. Geto more than enthralled seeing his cock slip between your cunt lips. Each movement of his length grinding into your sensitive nub sent a shiver up your spine. Either he was too into watching or he was teasing you. A few more swipes and you demand he get on with the main course already.

One push and Geto’s cock slipped down to the hilt with ease. Stretched thoroughly from the nightly fucking all week. Today was no different. Juices squelching around his cock Geto pushed himself down to his base. Feeling his cock bottom out in you no problem. Leaving the man to hover over you. Caged in by both his arms on either side of you. And his hair tickling your face when you looked up at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome.”

Geto stalled a moment. Savoring the way his hips felt snug in yours. The residual feeling of your walls twitching around him. Not a day would go by where he didn’t swear you were made for him. 

“I love you.” His words clear and concise. You looked up at Geto once more.

What smirk you had early softened into a smile. Bringing his face down to yours for a kiss, “I love you t- fuck-” Before he let you finish Geto grinned against your lips and thrusted into you without warning. Just to watch you convulse and loose yourself on his cock. Just as beautiful as ever. He felt himself unable to control himself all over again.

Each snap of his hips into your core left you breathless. He wasn’t rough. Never was he rough. Geto’s cock curved in the right way that left you rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts. Even if it felt like he was going to split you in half, you still wanted more.

Orgasm or not Geto was bringing you right back to the edge. He always did. As you showered his face in breathless kisses. Some of those met with his own lips. Others spared on his neck and collar bone as you watched with a dazed look at where your bodies met. Geto buried inside you with each thrust. His hands hooked into your hips with your legs slightly elevated so he could defile your deepest parts. Every night this week he’d fuck you like this. In the drunken pleasurer of it all you might have thought he was trying to breed you.

“Please-” Geto’s voice peeled you away, “Please cum-”

Thinking he wanted you to cum on him again you half ass nod, “Yes- Fuck yes I’ll-”

“No-” He groaned more of a gasp. Geto putting his forehead against yours even with the dew accumulating on it, “Please- Please can I cum- Cum in you- I just-”

More than surprised. Of course he’d done so more than once before. Now he was asking you? 

“Love why ask just-”

“I want another baby-” Geto broke your question up, his hips still a mind of their own. His breath ragged against your lips and sweat making his hair cling to him, “With you- Another one- Just one- Let me fill you up- Let me fuck a baby in you- Please- I- I love you so much and-”

“Yes.”

Geto’s turn to be surprised.

“Yes please, god fuck yes- Fuck a baby inside me-” You grab Geto’s face. Caring less if you cum at this point and more for the warmth of his release. Lips smashing onto his you don’t hesitate to moan into the fevered kiss.

Geto pulling you down on him with each thrust. Driving his cock in you as deep as he could. Quicker than before like he was desperate for it. Even while your legs twitched and curled, knowing he was breeding in you, something snapped in you.

The way you can on him. Scream only muffled by the fact Geto wouldn’t move his lips from yours. Each rippling twitch of your cunt around him was maddening. Hearing and feeling you craving him sent him into a tizzy until it was simply too late. With the way he snapped his hips into. A rumbling moan emanating up from his chest. It was far too obvious when the first gush of warmth overwhelmed you.

Full well past just what oozed out of you. The mixture of cum and juices soaked the two of you as Geto’s arms waivered a little. A moment of uncertainty if he was going to pull out and waste the gift he just gave you. Instead you yank him down on you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and loosely with your legs around his hips. Making it very obvious he was to stay in place on and in you.

Hand drawn down his back you ignore the sweat between his shoulder blades. Instead engrossed in the feeling of Geto’s cock still inside you and the heat of his chest against yours. Sighing softly to lay a kiss against his cheek you hug him a little tighter, “...you could have just said something you know.”

Exhausted and without a real witty reply. Geto had been saving this all week and now he was a little spent. Mumbling something but you didn’t hear.

The idea of being pregnant, with his child, making you smile more and more with each passing second. Even as cum dripped out of you. It was right away that you kissed the side of his head, “Looks like we gotta keep trying until you succeed huh.”

No question to it there was a twitch of excitement in all of his body. You knew neither of you would be happy now until Geto got what he asked for.

[frenchfrywrites]

Combining two asks you got!!

Milf mc pegging our resident milf lovers (also thinking lucifer and Beel would like milfs??) while they’re sick. Mc doesn’t have to worry about getting too hot cause it’s a strap so they can lovingly pound into their sick baby as much as they want!

Levi would be a sniffly little mess while getting fucked, all hot and muddy headed from his fever but he’s too tired to degrade himself for how gross he must be (mortified if you help him blow his nose into a tissue while you’re still in him!)

Simeon wants to be hugged through it all, whimpering against your shoulder and cooling his forehead on your shoulder. Would ride you if his head didn’t hurt when he moved :(

Belphie’s playing up his sickness, whining and writhing and reaching for you to make him feel better. Still wants to be fucked quick and hard tho! Some things never change…

But also Lucifer feeling so bad for being sick and worried about getting you sick because his poor brain still doesn’t understand you can’t catch demon illnesses. Wants to warm you while sitting in your lap ♡

Beel just wants to be a good girl for mommy! He wants to make sure you’re pleased but his head hurts and he feels so stuffy and bad that he can’t :( he feels so bad about it but you just rub his head soothingly while you fuck into him and make him feel all better ♡

SCREAM!!!! helping levi blow his nose while fucking him is too cute. And yeah I think half of him would be mortified but honestly I think he'd be infatuated with the care you give him while he's sick. Maybe if he has a sore throat you'd fuck him with a cough drop in his mouth, real slow and hard with your strokes so he doesn't choke. But he's begging you to go faster, voice horse and scratchy.

Simeon, unlike Lucifer, would be hyper-aware of the fact that you wouldn't catch his sickness so he's clinging onto you maybe even more than usual. With some painkillers his headache disappears so he slowly, shakily, fucks himself on your strap. He needs a lot of help though.

Belphie would ABSOLUTELY play up his sickness. He becomes a mega pillow princess during all of it too. I do think he'd fall asleep while you're fucking him, which is kinda infuriating but also kinda cute.

Lmao Lucifer would at first banish you from his room so you don't see him vulnerable, and so you don't get sick as well, but when his fever hits hard he's sending you these barely coherent sexts, begging you to come make him feel better ;)

Aw and poor baby Beel, you might actually need to threaten punishment because he's trying to do too much for you while sick. You have to remind him multiple times to just lay back and let you fuck him like the good girl he is. He'd be whining about wanting to be pretty for you, so you have to dress him up a little, putting on some soft knee highs and a comfy bra so he'll finally relax and let you take care of him.

ngl I also think Dia would like milfs.. but jfc I think it'd be a feat to fuck him while he's sick. He would be completely clear headed one second, then the next he's got a headache and he's puking and sweating like a motherfucker. You have to keep a wet rag next to you while fucking him so you can clean the vomit from his chin or wipe down his brow while you fuck the fever out of him.

[ahsbitch]

Summary: this is legit just porn about riding Xavier’s thigh while he smokes weed, sorry it’s a little bit of a blue ball ending but hey, it happens. Also done in a hc style bc I cannot be bothered to write full sentences

Warnings: literally just porn like I said, thigh riding, like the very beginning of reader getting eaten out but it’s barely anything, Xavier being a bitch, Marijuana Usage, swearing obviously, um idk man that’s all I got rn

A/N: this is totally a one off I’m sorry I’ve been gone forever but knowing me it’s going to happen again immediately after this so sorry in advance. Been wanting to write something like this forever but I just finally got the inspiration. Hope Y’all Enjoy ❤️

okay so maybe you’re wearing a skirt or whatever

y’all are chillin in the back of the vanta-c bc hello where also are you gonna hang out

and xavier’s got you pulled onto his lap and y’all are making out a little and then all of a sudden he juts his thigh up and fuck fuck fuck man you’re outta there

and the fucker laughs at you bc he’s a lil bitch and then he’s got his hands on your hips and he repositions you so you’re pressed against the skin of his thigh (bc he’s wearing those tiny lil shorts like damn) and once you’re there his hands don’t leave, instead they keep guiding your hips so you’re dragging back and forth against him and when he stops and moves his hands you let out an actual whimper

he laughs at you again

“baby, don’t tell me you thought you could get what you want without doing any work?”

and you kinda stare dumbfounded at him for a minute bc Jfc what a bitch

and he bucks his thigh again and you do a little roll of your hips along with it and while you’re letting out a moan totally in spite of yourself he’s leaning over to the drawer next to him and pulls out a blunt that he’d prerolled for the afternoon

“come on sweetheart, I’ve got nowhere to be” and he sparks up and moves his leg at the same time

so he sets a lazy, draggy kinda pace of occasionally bucking his leg against you and other than that you’re left to hump his thigh and it’s make you feel pathetic if it didn’t feel so damn good

and somewhere in there he’s got your shirt and bra off and every once in a while the hand that’s not holding his blunt will reach up to tweak your nipple, and if you’re lucky he’ll lean down to kiss your neck, his lips still warm

”you seem so tense,” he gives you a mocking little pout as you grow more desperate in your movements, “open those pretty little lips for me”

you comply instantly, mouth dripping into an O as he takes a deep hit off the blunt, and then he leans back down, pressing his lips to yours as he exhales into your mouth

he smirks as he pulls back, watching you breathe in deeply, and you suddenly feel like your every nerve ending is on fire and even though you know, you know that you’re not actually high, but dammit it feels like you are and you need more, more, more

it takes you a minute to realize that there are actual tears running down your cheeks as you desperately try to cum, but you can’t do it with something else

with how casual Xavier is, as though he’s totally unaffected by you, and if it weren’t for the jerk of his leg or the occasional caress of your tits you could argue that he didn’t even know you were there at all

you need his attention

it‘s pathetic, you know that, it’s all pathetic, the crying and the fact that you’re doing this at all and that you’re so desperate for Xavier’s undivided attention you know that it will give you the release you’re looking for

”oh baby,“ he coos, swiping his thumb along your tears and placing it against your lips, smiling as you begin frantically sucking it clean

his blunt is about halfway through, and then he takes one more puff before you’re being repositioned so that you’re on your back, legs draped over his shoulders, and although you buck your hips forward to try and find the friction you’ve just lost but he’s not letting you, one arm pinning your hips down as the other reaches up to place the blunt in your mouth, the heat of his breathy chuckle not even an inch away from your skin makes you let out a high pitched whine

”clearly you need to relax more than I thought,” he reaches up to tug at your parties, ripping them off your leg with a kind of fevered intensity that you hadn’t expected

”please,” you hate that you’re begging, too, you hate that, but you’re babbling and you’re too pent up and it didn’t even matter, “xav, please”

and finally, finally he leans forward, licks a wide, sloppy stripe up your pussy, and leans back to take in your reaction with a grin

and before he dives back in,

”don’t worry baby, you can cum when you finish the blunt”

[misquigleya]

i really don't have my thoughts collected because it's just constant screaming in my head. but....under the read more....

usually do bullet points but i'm just gonna fucking ramble tonight because so much happened, i feel physically ill and in pain from the thought and speculation of what is going to happen next week with the finale coupled with all the interviews from the older cast, most notably christina saying something is going to happen that changes misty going forward aND ALL I CAN THINK IS HER BFF GF DYING and just...i can't. nat can't die and if she does, i'm....violent. i'll get violent and bitch and moan about it for the next 15 years.

um...wrong blog and all that but whatever, i didn't see jeff knowing about baby boy as i thought that that would have been something shauna kept to herself due to the grief but seeing him tellin callie about it, i could see that he's still affected by it all these years later and i wonder if he and or shauna do something to remember their eldest kid by. and just...callie you're being a trooper and you're not fucked up or evil and neither is your mom (about being evil cause she is fucked up and she knows it) and just fuck pornstash and if the wRITERS REALLY GIVE A DAMN, THEY'LL KILL THAT FUCKER OFF INSTEAD OF ONE OF THE OLDER GALS

it's clear that with the flashbacks / 1996 timeline, the girls have entered the cabin fever stage and them all seeing shit because of starving and delirium setting in....it made me nervous as i figured the queen card would come into play bUT I DID NOT EXPECT NATALIE TO FUCKIN DRAW IT like jfc....i know it "worked out" in the end but jesus...no wonder her and travis were so rocky from the next how many years they kept seeing each other. rip javi also rip nugget the mouse who i thought akilah was going to straight up eat and just...bby no that'll make you sick as shit.

but um...lottie? what the actual fuck with having HEAVENSGATE KOOL-AID (it wasn't koolaid i know but i digress) ON HAND??? like y'all couldn't find anything else via a vet to put the animals down???? but i just...i don't want to lose anyone but i know someone is going to die next week and i'm not fuckin ready and i won't be ready.

also the sharing shack, more like finger pointing shack (shoulda been fingering shack but no, no can't haVE A MILF ORGY) with everyone jumping at each other. but i'm glad that secrets are out in the open and everyone is on the same goddamn page and i'm truly surprised that misty waited that long to bring up jessica roberts and tai's involvement having been the one to hire her and just...it spiraled after that. so fast and all the while lottie and van just sitting there going "jfc wtf guys" was gold and the comedy relief i needed for this episode.

but um yea...that's the screaming in my head and i'm really nervous for nat with this next and finale episode (as i'm not sure if there is going to be a secret 10th episode about the dead cabin guy) and what will happen to cause a change for misty going forward. also nervous as to why jeff is at the compound and seemingly going to help walter move a body and who's fuckin body is it?!!?!?

[kitkatpancakestack]

In response to this. I am replying in a new post bc I have the "no sense of brevity" flavor of ADHD so I know this is gonna get long.

@yramesoruniverse thank you so much for asking, as a matter of fact I do have some thoughts *cracks knuckles*

Let me preface this by saying I am not going to sit here and pretend I don't spend 90% of my waking hours ruminating on this. We all know what we're doing here. That being said, I have considered several variations on how I would love the 9-1-1 team to deliver this:

1. Let's call it the "Two Trapped Dads" scenario:

I implore you to consider the ANGST and POETRY of Buck and Eddie getting trapped somewhere, as civilians, and being forced to depend on each other in order to survive. The serve of this hypothetical scenario would be made more rich set in the context of them having had an argument, or just there being some kind of withstanding tension between the two that has been ignored and left to build to a nauseating degree.

(Side note: I love Buck and Eddie because when they fight it's never with any real animosity. It always stems from the terrifying magnitude of their Love for each other. It's not arguing, it's just them caring about each other very aggressively. Absolutely iconic.)

ANYWAY, in this scenario they careen into disaster over Christopher, as I see it playing out that for some reason they believe only one of them will be able to 100% make it out alive. I imagine the tension has been building since the guardianship bomb and Buck regresses to what he believes he does best, which is being a sacrificial lamb, which shoves their moment from 4x14 back into the forefront. It would force Eddie to not only seismically double down on what he said, but literally spell out to Buck what he means to Eddie, not just Christopher.

Example:

Buck: Obviously you're the one that's getting out, you have a son waiting for you.

Eddie: Screw that, you mean just as much to him as I do.

Buck: I'm irrelevant unless you're dead, Eddie, and there is no way I'm letting you die here today.

Eddie: You're such an idiot, Buck. How can you still not get it?

Buck: Get what?

Eddie: We're a family. All three of us. What did you think that whole will thing was about, anyway? Christopher and I . . . there's no us without you.

jfc someone stop me before I write an entire script, but I think you get the gist of this one.

2. Next we have the "Just-Tell-Me-What-You-WANT" scenario:

The Drama Queen in me is obsessed with this one. It would, unfortunately, require a significantly laid foundation between Buck and a love interest (Taylor ig? It's not important, tbh). Originally, I had this scenario flipped, but since we as a fandom have collectively established Eddie as the Pining Idiot in Love, we're gonna switch it up.

So, again, Buck would be progressing significantly in his relationship with [insert intentionally poorly-defined love interest here]. In the fallout of the guardianship scene, I can still see him struggling with how to untangle his Feelings about what Eddie said to him, and losing himself in the disingenuous familiarity of "Buck 1.0" (I am with Eddie in that I hate his software updates but it's canon material so there you go). The escalation of this hypothesis results in Buck contemplating taking the next step with Taylor or, more realistically, contemplating moving out of the city with her as she's been recruited for a promotion elsewhere. I could see Eddie coming over to Buck's place and them discussing this, because they discuss everything, and Eddie just getting more and more exasperated because Buck doesn't look happy but he won't stop and think, he's just barreling ahead as usual. And so Eddie calls him out.

I think it would be something like Eddie going, "What are you even doing? You obviously don't want this."

And Buck being like, "I'm not discussing what I want with you."

and Eddie just exploding, "What? What do you want, Buck? You never express what you really feel so just . . . what do you really want?"

And Buck just going fuck it and grabbing him and pressing years of want and need and love into Eddie's mouth and yeah *fans face* I'm FINE.

3. Finally, the "Wait-For-Me-To-Come-Home" scenario:

Ideally a season finale moment, paralleled to the other couples on the show. The episode would feature a series of calls relating to couples/families experiencing some degree of separation but always finding their way back to each other. At the end there's a montage of Bathena, Madney, Mavid, Henren etc. reuniting after some sort of contention and then it would stop on Buck alone in his apartment, sitting at his table identical to what we saw in Tsunami Pt. 2, completely overwhelmed by how quiet it is and how alone he feels. And maybe Buck is considering something he heard on one of the calls. Whatever the situation, it ends with him heading to Eddie's house and it's late, like two in the morning late, and the final scene is Buck knocking on Eddie's door looking wild-eyed and desperate and there's no dialogue, just them. And Eddie opens the door wider and steps back as Buck steps in and they just stand a breath's distance away, just staring at each other, and then Eddie closes the door and everything fades to black and *flings myself off a cliff*

Bonus: I call this the "Fever Dream" scenario because I dreamt it when I was, in fact, feverish and hallucinating after my second COVID vaccine:

Buck is out running an errand before going into work and ends up in a robbery situation where he obviously intervenes and ends up getting hurt. The episode would open with the 118 being unable to reach Buck and ragging on him, and the first call they respond to is, indeed, Buck on the verge of death. The rest of the episode would then show the sequence of events leading up to that moment and finish with Buck and Eddie in the back of the ambulance, and Buck just touches Eddie's face, or wraps his fist around the St. Christopher necklace hanging around Eddie's neck, and Eddie is Not Handling Things and then Buck flatlines in the back of the ambulance and jfjdsaldflja somebody stop me before I write a fic *flings myself off another cliff*

As you can see I haven't thought about this much at all. Also, you deserve a fucking award if you made it to the end of this.

I have buddie brainrot! They're actually ruining my life! I have lost control! I'm doing GREAT!!!

[percontaion-points]

The Truth In Lies chapters 20 & 21

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Chapter 20

My healing had been almost miraculous after seeing Drew. By the next morning, my fever had broken, and my cough had subsided.

Or that it's been nearly a week and she was prescribed medication to help her get over it quicker.

Drew showing up right around then was 100% coincidence.

“Um, Liv,” – I scratched the back of my head as my eyes darted around the room – “are you having dinner delivered?”

She cocked her head from side to side with a huge grin on her face,

producing a shrill, almost fake, laugh. “No, silly. I bought everything so you could cook. I’ve missed your cooking.”

My jaw almost hit the ground. “You did what?”

What the fuck bitch.

“Well, I picked up the most beautiful rack of lamb. I thought you could do that herb crusted thing you do.”

I've never cooked lamb before, but doesn't that take a couple of hours to prepare?

I know that Olivia is hopeless in the kitchen (hence the delivered food comment), but JFC. Stuff takes time to do.

(Okay, so it was bothering me, so I looked it up. Obviously different recipes ask for different times, but I couldn't find anything that didn't require at least an hour to cook in the oven. Most of them asked for two. A couple asked between 5-7 hours.)

“That’s Drew.” The doorbell rang again. “Coming!” she yelled, as she raced out of the kitchen.

“Now that would be interesting to see. I bet she cackles instead of moans,” Jared joked.

[Image description: Clint Eastwood holding a cup of coffee and looking disgusted or annoyed at something. It is captioned with “I had to read this and so do you”]

Drew was wearing a maroon t-shirt with Billabong inscribed on the front in mustard yellow.

Is the writing on his shirt somehow relevant to the plot?

“Dinner is about ready.”

IT'S BEEN LITERALLY FIVE MINUTES.

THIS IS NOT THE SIMS.

Drew’s smile disappeared the moment Olivia curled up in a ball beside him.

I've been thinking this for a while now, but Drew is a fucking piece of shit for not just breaking up with Olivia.

He admitted to other people that he's in love with McKenzie BUT HE STILL REMAINS IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH OLIVIA.

It's obvious to everybody with eyes that his relationship with Olivia has run its course. But he still won't break up with her.

“Lucky bastard,” I grumbled to myself as I crawled into the bed with him, praying for sleep to come.

Chapter 20 summary: The next day, McKenzie starts to get better, so she tells Jared to go home and get some real rest for once. Olivia hears that McKenzie was doing better, so she invited her, Jared, and Drew over for dinner. In the time before she had to leave, McKenzie cleaned up her apartment, and then fell asleep in the bath. She had a dream about all three men in her life.

Over at the apartment, Olivia pointedly tells McKenzie that she's to cook dinner for them. And says that she bought some lamb. McKenzie should have been mean and made that one recipe I saw that took 7 hours. But the girl apparently is a master cook because she does it in under five minutes. Somehow.

Anyway, while she's cooking, Drew shows up, and he has some rum he bought just for the occasion. Olivia is not happy with any of this, especially when Drew touches Olivia to get the shot glasses. They sit down to eat, and the air is so thick with awkwardness between Olivia and Drew.

After their meal, they go to the living room, where they continue their conversation. It's become painfully obvious that Olivia thinks that this is a double date, and she becomes more and more obtuse about the entire thing to the point of it being awkward.

McKenzie says that it's getting late and they should go, but as she's getting up, she kind of trips over Jared's feet. Olivia points out that they've all been drinking, so she proposes that McKenzie and Jared should stay there. And Drew as well. None of them like it much, but eventually Jared says that of course they'll stay. This prompts Drew to say that he'll stay as well.

Olivia takes McKenzie into her room, and McKenzie grabs a random sportsball t-shirt to sleep in. Back in the living room, Drew comments that the team is his favorite, and that McKenzie looks good in the color. Jared goes into the guest room, but not before making some suggestive winks at McKenzie. McKenzie is furious, because she knows that 1) Jared did this to get a rise out of Drew for McKenzie and that 2) Olivia thinks that Jared and McKenzie are going to fuck once they're alone. She watches as Drew and Olivia go into the master bedroom together, but decides that she doesn't want to listen to them fighting, so she goes into the guest room, where she finds Jared somehow asleep after exactly two seconds.

Chapter 21

“I broke up with Olivia,” he admitted.

[...]

“When?” I rasped.

“Around the time you moved into your apartment.”

And the reason why he accepted the dinner invitation to Olivia's house is because...?

No, really. I want to know.

It was stupid to go over there and let her think that they were somehow still together, or that there was a chance that they could be together. She's probably in denial that they did actually break up. Hence going over to his home when he hadn't invited her.

“Well, Olivia didn’t take the idea of breaking up to well. Actually, she didn’t take it at all. I think she believed if she could get me over here tonight, I might change my mind.”

THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GO OVER?!

“Okay. Let’s get some rest,” he hummed against my hair, placing a sweet kiss on the top of my head. “I love you, Mickie.”

They are literally sitting on a lounge chair on Olivia's balcony.

I love how this entire time, even after Drew talks about the shit Olivia has been doing, neither of them say “Hey, maybe we should call a cab or an uber and get out of here?”

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured.

“Only of you.”

And that’s exactly what I dreamt of.

Chapter 21 summary: McKenzie can't sleep, so she decides to go out into the kitchen and start drinking. Drew finds her, and they make some bad pirate jokes about the rum he'd brought.

They go out onto the balcony, where he tries to get her to talk about what happened between her and Nate. She instead asks about him and Olivia. He says that he broke up with Olivia. When McKenzie moved out. But that Olivia has been so deep in denial about this, that she's doing stuff like inviting herself over to his house in the middle of the night and throwing this stupid double-date dinner party to try and convince both of them that their relationship hadn't ended.

McKenzie asks about what she'd overheard Drew saying to her father the other week. Drew then confesses his love for McKenzie and kisses her. They snuggle up under a blanket on a chair. She then tells him about her final conversation with Nate. And now that Drew has context for McKenzie's frantic call that night, it all makes sense. They then go to sleep, right on the freaking lounge chair outside.