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ilovejoo · 1 year

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when you’re sick; enhypen

word count: 3.7k (total) warnings: being sick LMAO gn!reader a/n: hi guys first work!! pls like & reblog & follow for more xx

heeseung

lowk it’s him that always gets you sick. but anyway, he’s such a great boyfriend, always caring for your needs, and there’s no way he’s ever leaving your side.

“oh, it’s raining.” you reached your hand out as you walked out of the mcdonald’s the two of you took a trip to. it was around two in the morning, so there was nobody around, just you, heeseung, and the rain. the boy in mention followed you, closing the door behind him, and his eyes met yours mischievously.

“come on,” he said, pulling you by the arm into the pouring rain. laughing, you ran after him, getting soaked by the second.

“hee- you’re gonna get sick!” you squealed. he only laughed, running in the direction of your home with his hand in yours. when you two reached your front door, he looked you in the eyes instead of going right in.

“i’ve always wanted to do this.” he leaned in, giving you a kiss which you welcomed. you had never been happier.

that is, until you woke up shivering the next day. you wrapped your blanket tighter around you and rubbed your eyes, groggy. you opened your phone to see it was already 1pm. thank god you had no plans.

wait.

you did.

you promised heeseung you would go out on a date today. though you had seen him last night, you didn’t want to waste any time since he was always busy.

you shot up in your bed in realization, only to instantly regret it with the sudden pound in your head. wincing, you took a second to steady yourself before getting up. you rang up heeseung on your phone and walked out of your bedroom, only to be met with a familiar ringtone playing from somewhere in your kitchen and a stirring from your couch.

“y/n! you’re up.” heeseung instantly got up from his spot on the couch and ushered you back into your room.

“what are you doing here?” you said as you blinked sleep out of your eyes, your voice raspy.

“you weren’t picking up my calls, so i got worried and i came to check up on you.” he pushed you into your bed, pulling the covers over you and tucking you in. “you have a fever, by the way. i got into your room and you were shaking like crazy- you scared me.” with that he felt your forehead, frowning when he noticed how the temperature wasn’t any better than the last time he checked in the morning, if not worse.

“hee, i feel like hell.” you leaned in closer to him closing your eyes, and he stroked your hair. whatever magic his hands had, it was definitely soothing your headache.

“stay here, i’ll get you some medicine.” he tried to get up, but you grabbed his arm to stop him from going.

“no medicine, stay with me.” for a second, heeseung softened, seeming like he was ready to drop everything for your sake. but alas, he shook his head.

“babe- it’ll make you feel better.”

“not if it tastes like that, no.”

“please?” he squeezed your hand, as if that was going to convince you.

which it did. soon enough, you caved and gave him a half-hearted nod with a sigh, which he smiled triumphantly at. his bright smile worked even better than medicine, to be honest.

jay

god he’s a mom. in the best way possible. he’s so responsible whenever you’re sick, and he’s constantly checking up on you, whether that be cooking for you, making sure you take your medicine, etc.

“hey, i got your text.” your boyfriend shook you awake, and you blinked back at him. his eyes showed how concerned he was for you, someone who had fallen asleep curled up on the couch waiting for your beloved boyfriend to come and save you.

“hi, jay.” he smiled- you were too cute, even in your gross, sick state. the red nose, rosy cheeks, and the way you held the blanket as close as possible: he was head over heels.

“hi, baby.” you smiled back. “you take medicine yet?” you nodded: you knew he would have scolded you if you didn’t take anything.

“like an hour ago, yeah.”

“how often are you supposed to take it?”

“every four hours,” you recalled, and with that, he opened his clock app and set an alarm for three hours later.

“go to sleep, i’ll make you some soup and remind you when you have to take your medicine again.” he used his hand to stroke your eyes shut, which you obliged.

now jay was left with the task of making you soup: not the hardest thing in the world, but knowing you, it had to be a certain recipe. the problem was, he didn’t know what.

he started by texting your mom- ever since he met your mom, the two had instantly clicked. since he often asks her how her day has been and often ordered her flowers whenever he had the chance, he had no problem shooting her a text.

a reply came back within a minute, complete with a heart emoji and a link to the recipe she always used. quickly thanking her, he got to work.

you woke back up around an hour later, having somewhat of an appetite. thankfully, your chef of a boyfriend had something ready for you to eat. he came over at the sight of your open eyes, holding a bowl full of your favorite soup.

“feeling any better?” you shrugged, and he pursed his lips. “drink this, maybe it’ll help.” he placed the bowl on the coffee table in front of you, and you sat up, ready to eat. however, he lifted a spoon to your lips rather than you doing it on your own.

“i can feed myself, i’m not dying,” you laughed at how caring your boyfriend was.

“shh- say ahh.” he smiled back, almost teasing as you opened your mouth to take a sip. “good job!” this time, he was definitely teasing you, given his babying tone. you scoffed, taking the spoon from him. “i’m kidding, give me that back,” he chuckled. he continued to feed you, dabbing at your lips with a napkin as he did so.

“thanks, jay.” you grinned gratefully.

“of course.”

jake

somehow he’ll comfort the sickness out of you. he’s a bit strict because he wants you to get better, but with a hug and sweet words, suddenly you’re not sick anymore.

your eyes shut tight, you heard familiar keys turning to unlock your front door. immediately you ran as fast as you could without physically passing out.

“babe- i’m hom-” before he finished his sentence, you crashed into his chest, face buried in his scent. “what’s the matter? you okay?” he gave somewhat of a chuckle, giving you a warm embrace.

“i feel like i’m dying.” you groaned, your skull feeling like it was splitting in half. he pulled you away from him to get a good look at your condition with worry-filled eyes.

“headache?” he asked, voice concerned. you gave somewhat of a nod, and he pulled you back into his chest trying to bring you serenity.

suddenly you reached out to his forehead, eyes still closed while pressing your palm to his skin, making him frown.

“wha- what are you doing? i feel fine,” he laughed, before quickly realizing what your objective was: you felt feverish, and you were checking to see if your temperature was higher than normal. his smile melted and immediately smacked his hand against your forehead, causing him to gasp at how hot it was and you to wince at the sharp coldness of his fingertips. however, after getting used to the initial shiver, you leaned into the touch, craving its cold.

he shook his hand away from you, his face in a worried scowl as if he was a mother scolding you.

“you’re burning up!” he pulled one of your arms as he led you towards your bedroom. “you need rest. now.” with his voice echoing in your brain, your expression was one contorted with pain, which only worried him more. you closed your eyes as you followed him, only having enough energy to oblige to whatever he asked you to do.

he brought you to your bed, bringing the blanket up to your chin.

“don’t go anywhere! i’ll get you anything you need. from now on, you’re on bed arrest.” you rolled your eyes, though smiling.

“it’s okay, i’m not dead.”

“you’re going on that road though!” he almost laughed, “you can never be too careful.”

“it’s okay, really. i feel bad that you have to take care of me after you have your tiring schedule.” he was about to protest, so you quickly added, “it’s kind of late, anyway, i’ll just sleep it off.” he shook his head.

“i love taking care of you; it makes me feel trusted and i just want you to get better. if there’s anything you need, just say the word.”

sunghoon

he silently observes your condition whenever you’re sick, and no matter how shy he may be, he always makes sure you’re well taken care of.

he watched as your head hit the desk, falling asleep uncharacteristically. something had to have been up for you to fall asleep during a lecture. maybe you didn’t get a good sleep? maybe something happened last night? maybe you were worried about something?

as soon as your teacher announced a two minute break, he jumped up from his seat to check up on you. you seemed fine this morning, why was your condition going downhill all of a sudden?

he tapped your shoulder, causing you to stir awake from your hazy state. you lifted your head to meet concerned eyes and a raised eyebrow.

“mm? what’s wrong?” he asked gently; you shook your head.

“it’s nothing, just tired.” you tried stopping yourself from shivering as to not concern him, but apparently you failed as his concern only seemed to grow.

“you’re cold? the weather’s so nice today,” he said, taking off his blazer and handing it to you. “wear this, i don’t need it.”

“thanks.” you quickly put it on, wasting no time because you felt like you were freezing to death. with a pat on your head, he went back to his seat seeing that break was already over. he made a mental note to check on you again as soon as possible before opening up his textbook like the teacher instructed.

during the lecture, he kept stealing glances at you, worried about your unwell state. he watched as you struggled to keep your eyes open while simultaneously rubbing at your sides in an effort to get warmer, seeming as though you were in pain, probably from a headache.

the bell rang and you were still dozing off. he walked over, and you woke up to the sudden contact of something cold on your forehead. the touch felt so good, you leaned in closer.

“hey, you’re burning up right now.” he flipped his hand over to the back of his palm to double check that you were indeed burning up. “hey- excuse me,” he raised his hand, “i’m taking them to the nurse.” without bothering to hear the answer, he took you away.

you held onto his blazer as he practically dragged you by your wrist, too fast for your weak, not to mention dizzy, self to handle.

“wait a second…” both your voice and legs seemed to give out from the sudden exertion and your knees collapsed, causing his reflexes to catch you.

“wha- y/n? y/n!” thank god for his reflexes. “you okay?” you nodded, tired and out of breath. “why didn’t you say anything if you were this tired?”

“sorry,” you breathed, and he rushed to get you to the nurse, carrying you there the whole time.

he helped you sit down on the seat that they had, a hand around your waist to ensure you didn’t fall. with that, he left you to talk to the nurse, looking back at you to check on you a couple times during his conversation with some observant side eying. he came back, his hand instantly going to yours.

“we’re clear to go home, c'mon.”

at home, he lay at the side of your bed, resting his head on the bed frame.

“y/n.”

“mm?”

“did you know dead people can get sick?” he looked a bit awkward, as if he was only trying to fill the silence. in all honesty, you wouldn’t have minded either way, but you loved him for trying nonetheless.

“are you implying i’m dead?” you shifted in your bed, trying to get comfortable but only miserably failing. “because you might be right.”

“no, no. it’s because if you lean in close to their grave, you might hear them coughin’.” you blinked. “like coffin, get it?” you blinked again, but this time, with an exasperated smile on your face.

“not making me feel better,” you said, turning to your other side, and he laughed.

sunoo

so cuddly, so sweet, so perfect: will do anything for you as soon as you ask. his main priority is you, and he makes sure you know through constant calls, constant laughs, and constant love. this boy is definitely a worrier though, so be prepared for his almost too-constant care.

"hey, are you okay?" sunoo brushed some hair out of your face. as the attentive boyfriend that he is, throughout your little park date he noticed how you seemed a bit distant and a bit more clumsy than usual. you smile and nod, despite how increasingly dizzy you were feeling.

he holds your hand as you walk into the cafe, and silently he worries about how quiet you've been. you sit down without a word, too focused on how the world kept spinning around you while you tried to hide the fact.

"did something happen?" he asked, which snaps you out of it.

"no, don't worry." the eye contact was almost unnerving.

"are you upset at me?"

"no, of course not," you say with a somewhat of a breathless laugh. you turn to order, but he stops you by placing a hand on your forehead. he knew something was wrong and he was right with how hot you forehead was.

"hey! you literally have a fever." rolling his eyes, he quickly grabbed your arm and lifted you up. "lets go home, why'd u even come out if you weren't feeling well?" he scolded. "i don't know how i missed it before: you don't look good at all. i'll carry you home, get on." you shake your head, feeling bad, and he rolls his eyes again with a laugh. "don't be silly, c'mon."

he carries you to the bus station, and you try not to fall asleep.

"thank you," you mumble into his ear, leaning onto his shoulder, and he gently squeezes your leg in response. he places you down onto the station, eyeing you carefully as he sat next to you waiting for the bus. sunoo gently pushes you down onto his shoulder, and you oblige, closing your eyes momentarily... just for a moment.

you find urself awake on the bus: he must've carried you on. you wince at your headache, the sunlight and the rocking of the bus only making it worse, and so you nuzzle into his side, which makes him notice that you were awake.

"you can keep sleeping." he says, moving the hair out of your eyes with a fond smile.

"i'm sorry for ruining our date.. and now you have to go and take care of me," you closed your eyes again, sighing.

"stop apologizing, i know you'd do the same for me."

jungwon

he can tell when you’re sick, no matter how much you try to hide it, and instantly he forces you to rest, no exceptions. he lovingly scolds you, only worried for your health.

“where do we keep the thermometer?” you trudged over to the cabinets in sweatpants that were clearly not yours, the noise causing your boyfriend to look over. he smiled softly at the sight of his clothes on you before registering what you said, which made his eyebrows furrow in worry immediately.

“it’s right above you, babe-” he got up from his seat on the couch to retrieve it for you, since he was taller and able to reach, unlike yourself. “what do you need it for? are you okay?” nodding, you moved out of his way.

“science project,” you explained, hoping he didn’t notice the way your skin was too flushed to be normal. he used one arm to reach for the thermometer you asked for, his eyes scanning for the device, and the other to feel your forehead, much to your dismay. the burning temperature under his palm snapped his attention towards you.

“hey,” he pressed the back of his hand on your skin to double check, eyes wide, “you’re burning up.”

“how’d you kno-” he stuck the thermometer into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

“i just wanted to make sure you weren’t asking because you felt feverish, but you were.” sighing, he took out the device as it beeped, patting your head while frowning at the 101.4 degrees that it blinked back. “y/n! you’re basically dying, and you were just planning on making me believe you were doing some science project?”

“it’s fine, i feel fine, i just didn’t wanna bother you.” you rubbed at your eyes as he huffed, dragging you by the arm back down to the couch he had been sitting on.

“lay down.” he wasn’t messing around; his seriousness in regards to your well-being was cute, though, so you didn’t complain. he walked to get you a towel, and as he wet it with water he asked, “how long have you been feeling sick?”

“just like yesterday, no big deal.” his frown deepened. he opened the cabinets, searching for something with a scowl. he came back with just the cloth in his hand, laying it on your forehead, which you initially flinched at but soon welcomed.

“i’ll come back in a bit, we’re out of medicine.” he stroked your head before turning around to leave for about half an hour. you fell asleep in the meantime, the sickness overtaking you.

he came back with a bag full of medicine and some of your favorite things, only to find you completely asleep. he placed his new things ok the counter before coming back to check on you, thermometer in hand, placing it in your ear only for you to stir awake. jungwon froze wide-eyed, hoping you would just go back to sleep, but failed.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you,” he half-whispered, to which you slowly blinked back at him, not having the energy to respond. noticing this, he turned his head to the side. “are you feeling worse?” you gave a slight nod, which reminded him that he didn’t check the thermometer since he was too busy trying not to disturb you. “holy- 102.9!” his head whipped back to you with concerned eyes, only to find you asleep once again.

happy to see you rest, he swore to himself he wouldn’t rest until you were resting without any discomfort. to start, he quickly got you a change of the wet towel, and carried you over to his bed. tucking you in, he gave you a quick kiss before leaving to make you a meal for when you were awake.

niki

to him, you’re so cute when you’re sick. you get clingy and you’re all sleepy? he’s down bad. this also means he’s always at your side for this reason- also because he wants you to get better so you can hang out again.

god, your head hurt like hell, and your eyelids were so heavy. trying so hard not to fall asleep, you simply rested your head on the side of the couch.

just a little lean, not falling asleep. definitely not falling asleep.

you promised niki you wouldn’t fall asleep until he came home from his practice, and you were set on fulfilling it. you hadn’t seen him in a while, after all. but everything was spinning, and you felt so sleepy; just closing your eyes wouldn’t hurt, right?

he found you asleep on the couch.

“cute,” he whispered, moving to sit next to you. he poked your cheek, and your eyes scrunched in annoyance subconsciously. he laughed, and poked it again, but seeing how you still didn’t wake up, he softened. you must’ve been pretty tired, he thought. he brushed the hair out of your face but immediately froze: why was your forehead so hot?

trying again, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, eyes widening at how your skin was burning up. he shook you awake as gently as he could, worried.

“you have a fever?” he said softly. he felt your face again to double-check, and at this, you opened your eyes slightly.

“mm? you’re home-” you cleared your throat, voice raspy, and rubbed your eyes. “sorry i fell asleep.” you blinked at him and the way his eyes basically screamed concern. “what’s wrong?”

“you have a fever,” he repeated, getting up. you reached for his hand, confused since you were still not fully awake.

“where are you going?” squeezing your hand, he let go and went to open the cabinets.

“to get you a thermometer.” sure enough, a thermometer was in his hand when he came back, and he stuck it in your mouth as soon as he sat back down. “hey- 102! you’re actually sick!”

"hmm," you mumbled, agreeing, making him frown. he quickly pulled himself onto the couch on top of you, making you squirm under his weight. "are you an idiot?" you said, and he chuckled a bit at your tone especially with how sickly your voice sounded. "first off, you're crushing me, and second of all, you're gonna get sick too!"

he pat your heat soothingly. "shh, you're sick, i don't need you to lecture me; just get better," he said as he snuggled closer to your side.

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 4 months

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Helpless part 15, every single warning should be listed on this one

Warning/taking abt sh

Warning/taking about rape

Warning/underage drinking/smoking

Warning/talks about suicide

I think that's all but I'm not sure

Annaneth was standing behind the door, "Oh, hey. What are you doing here?"

"I was bored and also Kayla's looking for you."

"Why?"

"She forced Will to take the day off but he said you still have half a day in the infirmary so she's plotting to kidnap you."

"Course she is, um...Annabeth."

"Yeah?"

"Do you...know how to do eyeliner?" Nico asked fiddling with his fingers.

"Yup."

"Can you teach me?"

"Sure, let me guess Piper gave it to you?"

"How did you...?"

"I have my ways." Annabeth grinned before walking inside, "Why does it smell like smoke in here?" Nico ignored the question and handed her the eyeliner, "The first one easy enough, just getting the second one to match is annoying."

"Alright." Nico half whispered before being half pushed on the bed. Annabeth knelt down in front of him and started drawing a line.

"Nico stop moving so much, I'm on the verge of messing up."

"Shit sorry."

"I mean you'll be the victim."

"I guess so." The son of Hades laughed,

"I'll show you how to do it yourself in the mirror, anything else you want me to show you?"

"Honestly half the things in the box I have no clue how to use."

"Lucky for you I have nothing to do today."

"Thanks Annabeth." The two got up, walking towards the mirror but Annabeth tripped over something. "Are you alright?!" he asked kneeling down beside her,

"Yeah I'm fine, just what's this?" She asked not waiting for a response before lifting up the floorboard, the box had been left open and unlocked. "Nico what's this about?" The daughter of Athena sifted though the box seeing everything Nico had desperately tried to hide, oh shit, he thought to himself. "Nico why do you have alcohol and cigarettes hidden under your floorboards?" Tears fell from his eyes, his breathing was short.

"Please don't tell anyone." He curled up. Annabeth grabbed his shaking hand,

"I won't." She pulled him forward into a hug, stroking his hair.

"It... helps- me cope." Annabeth tightened the hug letting the small boy cry into her shoulder.

"It's not healthy but I won't judge, it's better than what I did. But how much?"

"Not that often, I'm... better than I was a couple years ago."

"When did this...?"

"I was maybe twelve, it was the only thing that made me feel okay. Then... something happened and... well I-I wasn't so keen on not being drunk or high while I was alone." She ran her fingers through his hair.

"Do you want to tell me or not?"

"What did you do to cope?" Nico asked desperately trying to change the topic, she rolled up her sleeve.

"After Percy went missing and when we all thought he died, I... almost jumped once."

"Do you want to tell me?"

"He'd been missing for so long, practically no hope in finding him. I was depressed and half dead, thought I would finish it off."

"What made you stop?"

"Someone else was there, for the same reason I was. We talked each other out of it, I'm so happy we could save each other."

"Who?"

"I'll let them tell you that story if they want to."

"It was around a year ago, after the battle of Manhattan. Got drunk and high, I was walking around trying to not feel anything. I could barely walk, got stabbed with a needle, woke up an hour later. Well I think you can put two and two together. Anyways can you please teach me to do makeup now? It scares me."

"Ghost king scared of doing makeup, sure let's go. But I'll be making sure you're okay and not getting addicted."

***

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This and the last chapter we're meant to be one lmao

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whiskey-tango-matcha · 1 year

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Long Day, Late Night (m)

Guys, idk what to say, clearly I’m going through a bit of a ~writing hyperfixation~ so please have this 2.5k mishmash I couldn’t get out of my mind even though I literally just posted a fic yesterday.

This one is Greyson-centric, and takes place even earlier than the last one - like just a couple months after Greyson started at the restaurant (btw, the restaurant name is Elliot’s, which you find out in this story). It’s the first time Greyson is sick at work and Elijah is *oblivious*. I hope you like it, as always I’m not about to read it before I post it so you get what you get lmao. Also as always, I love and am obsessed with you all mwah mwah ok here’s the story gtg BYE

cw: male, cold, coughing

Long Day, Late Night

The only small mercy Greyson could think of was that this didn’t happen often.

In fact, Greyson couldn’t think of the last time he’d felt this shitty. It certainly hadn’t been in at least a year; definitely not since he’d started at Elliot’s. He cursed the unspoken chef rule of never calling out, never admitting defeat, and powering through everything; maybe he should’ve taken his mother’s advice and gone into accounting. Greyson seriously doubted that accountants prided themselves on going to work sick.

Greyson pushed through the back doors of the kitchen, squinting at the bright fluorescent lights against a killer headache. Silently, he said a prayer to the universe that today would be an easy day. They had a table of 15 that was supposed to occupy most of the evening – thank god, he found himself thinking. Maybe I can get out of here early.

“Chef,” Elijah greeted Greyson as the chef walked into the office and slammed down his backpack. The GM was fervently typing out a text message, a look of frustration obvious on his face. Greyson yanked off his sweatshirt and pulled his chef’s coat off the back of his chair before returning Elijah’s greeting.

“Boss,” he said, straining against a painfully sore throat. Elijah sighed, clicking his phone off and regarding the chef once again.

“We have a problem,” Elijah said, rubbing a hand down his face. Greyson froze in the midst of buttoning his coat; those were certainly words you didn’t ever want to hear from your boss in your relatively-new position.

“Problemb being…?” Greyson asked, cringing inwardly at the congestion he could already hear in his voice. Fortunately for him, Elijah either didn’t notice or ignored it.

“The fifteen top,” Elijah said, pulling up their reservations on the computer. Greyson peeked over his shoulder and widened his eyes when he saw it.

“Forty?” Greyson asked, incredulous. “Since when has it gone up to forty?”

Elijah sighed again, defeated, and turned back to the chef. “An hour ago they called and asked if they could up their reservation; the hostess answered.”

“The ndew girl? With half a brain and huge tits?”

Elijah snorted. “Yeah. That’s the one.”

“Fuck me, Boss. Tell mbe you called them back and said we can’t do it.”

Elijah winced. “That’s the thing, Chef. It wasn’t them who called; it was the concierge at their hotel. They’re out all day, won’t be back to the hotel until after dinner. So…”

“So we can’t change it,” Greyson groaned. “Fuck. I mean, I don’t know if I even ha – ahh...ahhHSTSHH-ue! NGTSHH-oo! Snrf.” Greyson covered his nose with one hand and snatched a tissue from his and Elijah’s shared desk with the other. He cleaned himself up and crumpled the tissue in his hand before finishing. “I don’t evend kndow if I have enough product.”

“Bless,” Elijah said, distracted. “I know. It’s fucked, and I’m sorry. If we have to change their menu, we can. I’m here for you, chef. I’ll even throw on an apron if you need.”

Greyson groaned once again; of course this would happen today, of all days. The day he woke up aching and congested and with his throat on fire. The one day in his almost-three-months at his new job where he wasn’t planning on working fifteen hours. Greyson bit his cheek against the frustration he felt building inside him and turned back to his boss.

“It’s ok,” he said, attempting a smile. He clapped a hand onto his boss’s shoulder and grabbed his knife bag. “We’ll mbake it work. Thanks for the offer, b – HNGSTH-ue! HRSHH! HFTSHH! Huhhh...Hhh...hnnn.” Greyson swore from the crook of his elbow, cursing that final stuck sneeze. He grabbed another tissue, before thinking twice and grabbing the whole box to take with him.

“Bless, chef. And thank you, you’re a beast,” Elijah said, turning back to the computer once again. “Oh, and one more thing: we still have that tasting with the owners of that winery upstate today. They’ll be in at two – can you still come taste with me?”

Greyson raised an eyebrow and sucked in through his stuffed-up nose again. “Uh. Sure, boss. I’ll mbake it a priority.”

“Appreciate it,” Elijah said, turning to smile at the chef for a moment. “Let me know if you need anything from me.”

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It wasn’t that Greyson was mad; it wasn’t even that he was disappointed. If anything, Greyson was just...confused.

Don’t get him wrong, Greyson was usually the first person to deny a cold. But he’d known from the moment he opened his eyes that this was no cold; he’d felt the snake-like chokehold of a fever almost immediately, and he’d devolved from a slightly stuffed nose at seven am to near-constant sneezing fits by ten. His throat was nearly closed with pain, and he could already tell that the cough was going to be a problem. He didn’t expect sympathy from his boss, but...some acknowledgment of the fact that he was clearly ill would’ve been nice.

“Huhh...NGSTHH-uhh! HehhGTZSH-ue! Fuckigg hell.” Greyson grabbed yet another tissue from the box he’d placed on his prep station and blew his nose again. His cooks had begun filing in for their shifts, and every one of them had cringed at their chef’s appearance on seeing him.

“Wow, chef,” his sous chef, Matt, had said when he joined his boss at the prep station. “That’s dedication.”

Greyson had made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat before tossing the tissue and washing his hands. “Ndo choice,” Greyson said, turning to cough into his elbow. When the coughing fit finally subsided, he turned back to Matt. “Fifteend-top’s forty ndow.”

“Oh, Christ,” Matt said, unpacking his knives. “Of course it is. What should I jump on?”

“Butcher the filets, please,” Greyson said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “They’ll be mince mbeat if I try to do themb like this.”

“On it,” Matt said, putting his bag under the table. “You take anything for that?” he asked.

Greyson shook his head. “Ndo timbe. I’ve beend prepping since literally the mboment I walked in.” He started coughing again and Matt raised his eyebrows before striding into the server’s station. He returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup and a handful of pills.

“That’s what the servers have; not sure what they all are but it couldn’t hurt to just take them all,” Matt said, handing them and the cup of tea over to his boss. Greyson choked out a laugh.

“I feel like if anything could hurt it’s taking a savage handful of mbystery pills,” he said, tossing them all into his mouth and swallowing with a mouthful of tea. “But I’mb ndot too proud to admit when I’m desperate.”

“Chef!” Elijah called suddenly, bursting through the kitchen doors, obviously on a mission. “The people from the winery are here. Can you break away for a bit?”

Matt raised an eyebrow at Greyson, who just sighed in return. He turned towards Elijah, who was once again texting someone fervently. “Yeah boss, coming,” he said. When Elijah breezed through the doors into the dining room, Greyson turned back to his sous.

“Hold down the fort for mbe?” he asked. Matt huffed out an amused laugh.

“Sure thing, chef. Good luck, uh, tasting wine.”

“‘Tasting’ will be a strong word for it,” Greyson mumbled, untying his apron and pushing through the kitchen door.

Seated at the corner table was Elijah, a man and woman who looked to be a couple, and about thirty bottles of wine. Greyson’s head pounded at the sight of it, but he took his seat next to Elijah all the same.

“There he is, the man of the hour!” Elijah clapped Greyson on the back as he sat down, and Greyson nodded toward their guests.

“A pleasure,” he said, his voice gravelly. He cleared his throat and asked, “What’re we drinking?”

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Greyson looked down at his watch for about the tenth time since they had sat down an hour ago. Elijah, taking notice of at least one thing about Greyson, nudged him toward the kitchen.

“Alright, Chef, thanks for your input,” Elijah said, then regarded the winemakers. “He has a big night tonight. Back to the grind, right, Chef?”

“Yeah,” Greyson said, pushing back from his seat. “Thangks, guys. Great wine. Hopefully we can make sombething work out.”

The winemakers smiled back at him easily; the woman of the couple held her glass up as if to toast Greyson. “Cheers, Chef. Hope you’re feeling better soon.”

Greyson colored, and Elijah whipped towards the chef, confused, but neither of them seemed to dissuade the woman’s partner from tacking on his own sympathies. “That sounds like one hell of a cold.”

Greyson meant to deny their accusation, or at least thank them for their kindness, but was rudely interrupted by his nose. “I – HNGSTHH-uhhnn. GTSHH! HehhITSZCHUE! Snrf.” Greyson coughed a little, if only to clear his throat, and shrugged sheepishly.

“Safe travels back,” he said in return, and headed back towards the kitchen.

Once inside, Greyson ducked into his and Elijah’s office and slammed the door shut. He’d done his damnedest to keep his symptoms under control around their guests, but now the floodgates had opened he really fucking needed to – to…

“HNGSTHH-ue! HTSZCH-ue! Huhh...nggg. Huh, huhhhHHHHUHESTZCCHUE! ETSHCCHUE! GTSCHZUE! Fuckigg – HTSHHCHUE!”

Greyson pulled a few tissues out of the box on their desk and blew his nose, thoroughly spent. This is hell, he thought, putting his head in his hands. I’ve died and gone straight to fucking hell.

He considered maybe just crawling under the desk right then and there, cocooning until he was no longer the walking plague, when someone quietly rapped on the door.

Go away, Greyson thought, but whoever it was opened the door before he could say anything. When he looked up, Elijah was standing over him, a look of confused worry on his face.

“Um,” he said, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. “Are you...ok?”

Greyson felt his face flame once again, his embarrassment near-palpable. Was he okay? Did he look okay? Did he sound okay? For the first time all day, Greyson felt something other than the depth of his illness; he felt livid.

“Yeah, boss,” he snorted, making himself cough hard into his arm. He sucked in through his nose and stood to tower over Elijah, his watering eyes glaring daggers. “I’mb great.”

Greyson pushed past his boss, threw open the door, and headed straight into the deep frezzer to take some breaths and collect himself. The frigid air was a slap in the face, and it gave him the clarity he needed. He may not even be a blip on his boss’s radar; that was fine. He would work even harder, then – make his name even quicker and get the hell out of Elliot’s as soon as was humanly possible. Get the fuck away from this restaurant and its haughty, clueless, thoughtless owner.

The chef pulled himself together as much as he could and stepped out of the freezer. Elijah was, of course, standing right outside the walk-in.

“Chef,” he said quickly, clearly attempting to get his point across before Greyson pushed past him again. “You could’ve told me if you’re sick – I mean, I could’ve called in backup, or closed reservations…” he looked up at Greyson then, apology plastered all over his face. Greyson wasn’t taking the bait.

“Too late ndow,” he mumbled, checking his watch. “Service starts in an hour. Please; I dond’t have timbe for this.”

Once again, Greyson pushed past his boss. He made his way back to the prep table and picked his knife up, before regarding Matt.

“Tell mbe what you ndeed from mbe.”

***

Service was, to put it lightly, hell.

The forty top had gone fine, as well as could’ve been expected, and fortunately there weren’t any problems or send-backs, but Greyson was in absolute agony the entire time. He couldn’t breathe, his voice was mangled from shouting orders, and he was pretty sure he’d infected his entire staff with the insane amount of sneezing he’d done.

The moment the last ticket was stabbed, Greyson put a hand on Matt’s back and said, “You’re up. I ndeed to sit down like...now.”

Matt nodded in understanding and stepped up to the line to make sure the cooks started breaking everything down. Greyson, alternatively, tripped into the office and immediately put his throbbing head into his hands and let loose the coughing fit he’d held back the last four hours.

In the midst of coughing, Greyson heard someone quietly enter the office and sit in the chair next to him. Then he heard something else; a paper cup being placed on the desk next to him. Greyson looked up to see Elijah sitting beside him, quiet. Greyson sighed.

“I’ll pack mby shidt,” he said, rubbing an aching eye with his palm. “I’mb sure you already have sombeone lined up, but I’d be happy to spend a day just showing themb the ropes or whatev -”

Greyson was cut up by his boss reaching up mid-sentence and placing a cool hand on his forehead. Greyson couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes in relief.

“You’re burning up, Greyson,” Elijah said quietly. “Have you had a fever all day?”

The chef wasn’t sure what to say. He shrugged. “I guess,” he said quietly, his boss’s hand still on his forehead. Elijah pursed his lips and took his hand away. Unsure what to do with it, he pushed the cup closer to Greyson.

“Tea,” he said, as if it wasn’t obvious. Greyson couldn’t help but huff out a laugh.

“Okay,” he said, taking the cup. They both sat in silence for another moment, which was only broken by Greyson’s breath hitching for the millionth time that day. “Huhh..hhhNGTSHH-ue! Guhhh.” Greyson grabbed the last couple of tissues out of the box and blew his nose, miserably.

“Bless you,” Elijah said, clearly still unsure what else to say.

“Thangks,” Greyson said, crumpling the tissue and looking back at his boss. “So...am I ndot fired then?”

Elijah chuckled and looked up at Greyson again. “You’re not fired.”

“Okay,” Greyson said again.

After another beat, Elijah blurted out, “I’m sorry. Greyson, I’m really, really sorry.”

Greyson wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Umb,” he said, brilliantly. “Okay.”

“Sometimes I’m just, like, in my own world, y’know? The restaurant...it’s all-consuming, man. I’m always fuckin’ worried about it, and it just gets exhausting. I wish I had more patience and was, like, more...observant. But,” he shrugged. “I’m just...not. So I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.” Elijah sighed, post-speech, and gave Greyson a small smile. “And I’m sorry you’re so fucking sick. You look like hell.”

Greyson set his jaw then, and looked down. He was absolutely not about to let his boss see him tear up, especially not at something so fucking stupid. Instead, he took the cup of tea and sipped it slowly. “I appreciate it, boss,” he whispered. “I’mb, uh… I’mb ndot feeling awesome.” He looked up, having composed himself, and gave Elijah a loopy half-smile. “Long day. Late ndight.”

Elijah smiled back and patted the chef’s knee. “Take the weekend. Okay?”

Greyson swallowed painfully and nodded. “Okay, boss,” he said. “Whatever you say.”

#snz #snzkink #snz kink #snzfic #snz fic #sickfic #coldfic #male cold #original charater #snez #snzblr #snz blog #whiskeyswriting #damn this got sappy as hell #and long lmao #idk the way ive been going i guess ill see you guys with another fic in two days lolllll

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boysbellyrubs · 1 year

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this happened to me on literally new years and i never wrote about it. but since i have no story here’s this irl emeto situation.

i went to sleep with like a pretty bad stomach ache, i can’t really explain the pain but it was sort of like just a consistent ache. as i was getting ready for bed, i had to be hunched over as my stomach was hurting like hell. but i got ready and went to bed all fine, and i just ignored my stomach ache while i was falling asleep, not thinking anything would come of it.

that was my first fucking mistake. i go to bed pretty late normally, so i only slept for like two hours before i woke up from the nausea. i was half asleep, sick and it was pitch black so i didn’t make any move to get up. my jaw gets tingly when i’m about to vomit, yet i didn’t do anything about the warning signs lmao and stayed in bed.

mistake number two. literally all of a sudden i shot up in bed and puked all over my duvet and hand. it was shocking to say the least 😭 but i sat there for a minute in disbelief, cause i hadn’t thrown up for so long. but anyway, the nausea didn’t go away and i gagged fucking hard over my lap, more vomit joining the puddle in my lap.

so with that, my vomit covered hand hovering in mid air and trying desperately to not spill any of the vomit on my lap onto my sheets, i turned my bedside lamp on and was met with like the most disgusting vomit ever. dude i had eaten a decent dinner only like four hours earlier so my stomach had not digested it all properly and you can probably imagine what it looked like.

i was literally just sitting there cause i had no idea what to do. my stomach started to hurt again after the vomiting ended, and i was worried i’d throw up again. but my main priority was to clean my sheets obviously, so i dragged myself out of bed and got that done. anyway, fastforward to me sitting in the bathroom waiting for the washing to be done hunched over sitting there like completely out of it.

but, as i was waiting i grabbed a bowl and went and sat back on my bed. i lied down for a minute just holding my stomach and then i felt my jaw tingle again 😒 and so i got up and puked up like just water and bile. it was painful as fuck. i like choked on my breath and was gagging heaps.

finally tho, my stomach calmed down and i was able to sleep for the rest of the night. the next day tho i threw up again when i woke up, that was more water and acid and then i slept for the rest of the day. bear in mind it is summer here and i was quite literally cooking in my room. thankfully i was only sick for that day and the next day i was better.

i have no idea what happened or what kind of bug i had, but yeah thought i’d share even tho new years was quite a while ago now. thank you for reading this far if you did

#irl emeto #stomach ache #vomiting #emetophilia

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jewishcissiekj · 5 months

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A few months ago I woke up (I wasn't sleeping) in cold sweat at night from a story idea and grabbed a paper I found and wrote on it the OC name that came to me in a vision but only now I started thinking about her more and finally fucking designed her so here's my Jedi Master OC and her three Padawans (and everything I have to say about them) if you want to see them

(mouth on the first one came out weird, ignore that) Bliz Karse she/her (Karse pronounced Kuh-rs, not sure about Bliz yet) -Ky Narec's best friend! her main story point lmao. They were partners most of their life, from the crèche to knighthood up until Ky ended up on Rattatak. -Theelin -Qui-Gon's and Ky's age - born circa 80 BBY -Lives up to TCW, probably dies in Order 66 (haven't gotten there yet) -Ky and her are really close friends and like half the temple's padawans gossip about them dating. They aren't together. -Her master is Burryaga from The High Republic! Was thinking about a Master for her and he just fit idk -She's short -Ky and her go around the galaxy as Jedi explorers. They're both aspiring Wayseekers, striving to be independent from the council and help wherever they can (this gets serious for Bliz after Ky crashed on Rattatak) -She takes her padawans everywhere so a lot of times people think they're Ky and hers' children -um idk I think she's aroace?

Padawan I - Sevo Zash They/them -Mirialan (purple!) -I drew them as a Padawan but they're like, older than Obi-Wan. -Bliz took them on not long after her knighting -They love Ky -I need to develop them more (gave them a name like an hour ago and came up with the design this afternoon, I don't know them yet) -Survives Order 66 but is killed by an inquisitor not long after

Padawan II - Nyyra Xor She/her -Falleen (green, naturally) -NOT AURRA but love me some almost bald characters with a pnytail at the top of their head and no eyebrows -I should make a timeline for Bliz but she's like, in her late 20s/early 30s by the Clone Wars -She thinks Ky is annoying but was still Bliz's Padawan when he crushed on Rattatak (that adds up, right?) so she came to miss him after a while -a big fan of annoying the fuck out of Bliz. She also doesn't like traveling as much as the others so she ended up with the worst possible master in that regard -Sevo sees her as their little sister, I feel like all 3 Padawans are kinda siblings in that way -Oldest sibling energy, doomed to be a middle child -Wants to be on the council. Dies in Order 66.

Padawan III - Arck Kyvett she/him -Tholothian (no idea how to draw their head-tendrils but I think I did a decent job) -DIES (killed by Asajj) - her main story point is dying. That's where I started, with Asajj being sent to kill Ky's childhood friend's padawan by Dooku and then Bliz came to me -Bliz took him on 2-3 years before the Clone Wars, and he died very quickly (Asajj's first Jedi kill, maybe even before the Clone Wars started) -I wanted to give all of them some sort of Padawan braid, so Arck gets beads on one of his tendrils, I think that can work -Youngest sibling energy, if she didn't die she'd also become the favorite child (Nyyra and Sevo love her dw) -The Ky in her name is the first thing Asajj hears when Bliz refers to her. Wanted to call her Ky originally but felt this would do instead

Woooo building OC lore is fun I should do it more Talked a lot about Ky but never drew him once in my life. Let's ignore that.

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underratedandoverit · 8 months

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The Simplest Of Things

~1,9k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian), can be read as gen

takes place in immortal fears/belt corruption au. this will most likely end up being canon at some point, but for now have it as a separate piece. apparently i originally wrote this like a month and a half ago, but just didnt like it enough so i never bothered with it, tho reading through it now its not so bad so.. you can finally have it

theres a lot of thoughts between these two about one another pre-relationship especially during the healing arcs that i'd like to explore a lot more, the problem being its so far into the story its gonna take a while for me to actually get there so. thats why this exist. first of probably many like this

its fluffy, maybe tad angsty cause kip is just like that, but yeah. a little bit of insight on the feelings he has in immortal fears, especially at the beginning of the healing arc. yay (i also wanted to write a followup to this, sssooo maybe that'll happen somewhere down the line? who knows, i just know kip has a lot of feelings already lmao)

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip slowly came to, becoming aware of his surroundings little by little. The surprisingly soft pillow under his head felt odd, him having no memory when he had actually fallen asleep in the bed last time, let alone seemingly having slept like this. He could feel the blanket wrapped around him and the mattress beneath him, definitely confirming that Kip was in bed, not on the couch or the floor or wherever he ended up passing out for the night when the exhaustion became too much for him to bear.

Kip really couldn’t point out the last time it felt like he had slept the whole night. The past few weeks, maybe months at this point, had been almost like a coin flip on how his nights would go when he got to bed, and most often he had flipped tails on that bet. Tossing and turning through the darkness, if he managed to get some shuteye it was very fast replaced with nightmares that kept plaguing him until he was forcefully pulled back into the real world, leaving Kip restless night after night.

The rare times he had managed to actually sleep, it had still been restless, thankfully often without terrifying nightmares at least, but it still wasn’t much, and definitely not enough like he needed. Most often Kip just passed out somewhere during the day for small power naps, although that habit was also definitely having an effect on his already faltering health, that only good, regular, full nights sleep would really be able to fix.

Kip sighed quietly, burying his head deeper into the pillow. If he was already this comfortable, he was definitely able to fall back asleep and get some more rest now that it seemed like he was actually able to do it, right? Who cared what time of the day it was, he didn’t have anything to do or anywhere to go to. He was on a medical leave and uncleared for work for an undecided amount of time right now, or at least so he had been told, so as far as Kip was concerned, he could just sleep the day away now that he could and not worry about it at the moment.

And then he felt the arm draped over his midsection, underneath the blanket.

As he became aware of the odd sensation of someone invading his personal space, Kip finally opened his eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the surprisingly bright room. He couldn’t tell what time it was, the darkened curtains always made that part very difficult for him when he woke up in this particular room that had been designated as his bedroom, but it was probably a safe bet to say they were somewhere in the morning hours. Not that it really mattered, as Kip’s attention was immediately on the familiar blond fast asleep on the other side of the bed.

Frozen in place Kip’s eyes widened at the sight of Cassidy, trying to find a logical explanation for all of this. Kip didn’t remember how they ended up here, he didn’t even remember how he had gotten to bed if he was being honest. The part that made sense was the one that Cassidy lived with him now so it wasn’t odd to find him in the same space as him, the other man having taken it into his own hands to make sure Kip was making it out alive and in one piece in his current state that he had explained was the aftermath of being the International champion.

Kip wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that, but everything he had gone through the past few weeks since losing the title – the nightmares, the dark thoughts, the hazy days, the sleepless nights and everything in between – were as Cassidy described to him, giving some sort of believable foundation to what he was talking about. He didn’t have all the pieces of the puzzle together to make everything make sense, and to be honest Cassidy hadn’t pushed it on him either, just giving Kip a little to work with when he needed explanations why things hurt. Why he couldn’t sleep. Why he was exhausted. Why he had energy one day but couldn’t get himself to even sit up without help the other.

The help… That was the big thing for him. Kip, wanting to be the independent one he had been as a champion, had none of that anymore. Everything was a chore, he could barely stand by himself on some days. During the times he had held the title, things out of his control had happened and people that he had once been close with were gone. He had no one left.

Except for the one man he didn’t want in his life, that had ruined all this for him, but who was also the one that was making the most sense out of everyone around him in Kip’s current state of being. The man he had self-appointed as his arch nemesis.

Orange Cassidy.

And now he was there. Fast asleep next to him in bed, one arm lazily thrown over him. Without any explanation in Kip’s mind how they had gotten there, or what had happened the night before.

The questions and the panic was so obvious in him, and yet… He couldn’t do anything about the situation. He couldn’t move, or more accurately, he didn’t want to.

Kip was afraid that him trying to get away from this position was going to disrupt the clearly peaceful sleep that Cassidy was getting.

Before this moment Kip hadn’t really thought about it, being way more in his own dark mind than anything else, but this had to have some kind of effect on Cassidy as well. He was the only one always around to take care of Kip, he was the one always there making sure he had something to eat, to drink, and got at least some rest when it was possible. Cassidy was surprisingly patient with him, something Kip hadn’t expected after everything they had gone through in the past. They were supposed to be enemies, and yet the blond was treating him like an equal, if not more, since he was basically a sole caretaker of Kip’s at this point.

Biting his lip, Kip carefully slid his arm out from under the blanket, without thinking much reaching for Cassidy’s face, gently brushing a coil of his hair away from his face, running a hand through his hair a little. There was something mesmerizing to see him this peaceful, as Kip hadn’t really had a chance to witness that between either rivaling him, him being a champion while Cassidy disappeared from television, and then all of this which left Kip far less aware of his surroundings most of the time. To be honest, he was kind of surprised he even understood that it was Cassidy that was here for him, out of all the possible people. How he hadn’t stopped to even think about it before, Kip really had no idea.

He was so deep in his own thoughts that Kip didn’t notice the results of his actions, only after a groggy Cassidy took a hold of his hand that was still gently tugging on his hair and Kip got face to face with a soft pair of blue eyes, he realized where they were at.

“Morning.”

His voice was so quiet Kip barely registered it, he wasn’t sure if Cassidy was just hoarse from the sleep or if he wanted to avoid loud noises in his presence, knowing them to sometimes be triggers for headaches or anxiety or what have you when Kip wasn’t in his best condition. Kip just blinked at him a few times, feeling the words stuck in his throat. He desperately wanted, he needed, to ask what had happened that led them here, face to face in bed like this, when he couldn’t remember a damn thing from last night.

As Kip didn’t reply to him, Cassidy stirred a little bit more on his spot, the arm disappearing from Kip’s hip as he retreated it away, Cassidy using it to prop himself up and into a sitting position on the bed. Kip breath in a quiet sigh of relief noticing the blond was at least fully clothed, this ruling out at least one option about last night, and then Kip pushed that thought away from his mind as fast as it had appeared, without wanting to even question it why he had thought about it in the first place.

The blush making its way on his face at the thought though was probably very obvious as Cassidy raised a brow at him, rubbing his eyes a little to wake himself up.

“You okay? You don’t look well.”

Kip wasn’t sure if Cassidy was genuinely worried and asking or if he was just teasing him, so Kip shook his head quickly, tossing over in the bed so he could hide his face from the blond better. “I’m fine!”

He could hear a soft snort from Cassidy. “Good to hear. You passed out on the couch last night so I thought you might be catching something. Did you at least sleep well?”

Kip shrugged his shoulders before he could stop himself, but he sighed. “…Yeah. Thanks.”

He didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to hear any further explanations, this was all Kip needed at the moment. Whatever had happened after he had passed out downstairs was irrelevant, the key part was that he slept in his own bed and actually got enough rest to feel well rested for once after who knows how long of a time. How Cassidy fit into everything was not what he wanted to hear right now, probably not ever if he was being honest.

Kip could feel the bed move underneath him a little, before a soft hand ran through his hair quickly. He didn’t resist, but something about the touch felt comforting, as much as he hated it at the same time, knowing exactly who it was coming from. He just buried his head deeper onto the pillow again, feeling the bed shift a little again as Cassidy stood up.

As he walked to the door, the blond stopped, looking back at Kip who was peering at him just barely with half of his face buried into the pillow.

“I’m glad you were able to sleep. It’s been… A while since you got a full night's sleep last, I think.” Cassidy offered him a smile as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll make breakfast. Just come downstairs if you want any.”

As he opened the bedroom door and left the room, Kip had no intentions of following him. All of this was already so much to him, having to endure all of this first thing in the morning had thrown his brain into a loop that he didn’t want to start untangling right now by going downstairs to have breakfast with Cassidy after everything.

What he hated the most though, Kip thought as he pulled the blanket over his face with an annoyed groan as he was trying to shake the thought out of his head, was that the good night's sleep last night was most likely because of Cassidy.

And it was a thought he absolutely loathed with his entire being.

#fic #setting: belt corruption arc #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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callmearcturus · 1 year

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OKAY I'M AWAKE, actually i woke up like 2.5 hours ago, tried really hard to go back to sleep but was mostly thinking about the ending of that game lmao

I don't know if I'm interested in playing The Answer because it's locked to male PC only and by now I am extremely invested in my FeMC. If I had to play an Epilogue that was about a dude who didn't even have the option of having social links with half the cast, I don't know if I'd be invested. But Storm informed me that per the Answer, the PC is in a perma-coma to ward off Nyx and Aigis and some others are trying to find a way to save them so they can have a normal life. .

I'm torn between the fact that I called the fact the PC would die at the end and the reason they would die (mostly) ages ago, so that part was forecasted, with my confusion on why the game just.... gave me more time? Like, I don't understand the Why of "why did the PC come back, live for another month, then fall into a perma-coma." Why did that not just happen when she became the Great Seal to start with. That's really not explained and it's not super clear that she's even dying until the scene where it happens, on the roof with Aigis. .

On the other hand, i do like the resolutions that I got. Junpei and Chidori will find each other, Akihiko is eagerly waiting for Shinjiro to come back, Fuuka is preparing to be more social and leader-ly in the final year, all the little tie-ups with everyone. It's good! I do like that. .

I guess I feel like because they didn't Just Do It and kill the PC when the Great Seal happens, it... cheapened the ending a bit for me? The glimmer of hope offered at the end that's taken away just seems weird to me. Because at that point, because that hope was set up and everything was literally normal for a MONTH, why is that being yanked out from under me, yanno? .

In my head, the real ending is FeMC mentally relinquishes the Universe arcana and loses her memory like everyone else (sans Aigis). Shinjiro comes home from the hospital. Akihiko takes a gap year before college to take care of his boyfriend and girlfriend while they recover. Mitsuru tries to run her company but has a creeping feeling of unease about everything, causing her her research the company's past with Yukari. They find out about the HUNDRED KIDS and dissolve the Group and maybe go rebuild their lives in another country altogether. Chidori finds Junpei as he's working some weekend job at the Mall and asks him out on the spot. Fuuka invents Discord and makes millions. .

Despite all that: it's still a fucking great game. As someone who failed out of P4, I devoured this one and liked it a lot more. On the queer front, I vastly prefer this kind of dated media that basically does everything except say gay than the No Homo of P4. It was really welcoming and nice. I might play it again someday, but this time skip the Hierophant link and focus on Yukari and Mitsuru now that I know I like them. Good, coherent, fun, heartfelt game! I did cry at the big finale! Akihiko for best boy!

That's it for now! If you wanna read my whole liveblog, it is tagged appropriately. I would add /chrono to the end of the URL and start from the top so you can see my hiiiiiilarious experience with Ryoji in chronological order.

ETA: GOD YANNO WHAT MAKES EVEN MORE SENSE would be FeMC falling into a coma every full moon as she wards off Nyx. but whatever, what do I know.

ETA2: I said on discord "i still really like the game, i think it's shockingly well written, the cast is great, it's heartfelt and has actual things to say about life and death but i would have preferred either just kill the player off and let the tragedy be how she's forgotten, that's tasty or just let them live at that point, i feel like the message about the inevitability of death is made"

#persona liveblog #persona 3 #persona 3 spoilers

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bondew · 3 months

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lmao imagine not having friends cade, and imagine ur friends leaving u for sport dazz! losersssss!!

Cadence Lane.

As the professer walks in i fix my posture and move my gaze from the window to him. My laptop is already open on fresh word doccument, along with a second tap with the project. I've already emailed it so I doubt we will use it, best to stay prepared though. He begins to ramble and the 60 people in the room are visibly bored. I end up doodling on my pale hand with a black pen, still paying attention but just keeping myself occupied. I've forgotton about the idea of taking actual notes and I'm just remembering everything important. It may sounds like I dont like what I do but when you have the same chatty teacher each lecture you just eventually get sick of it. I can't stop thinking about that boy from the library, I wonder why he didn't stay with his friends, I mean they looked like they were having a great time. He was weird, reading about bugs instead of being with your friends. Like if I had friends I would spend as much time with them as possible, and I'd feel pretty shit if they were having a bunch of fun without me. Not that I want friends! That's so stupid. Maybe they're mean to him? I wouldn't be too surprised, they seem very different to bug boy. Two hours later half the class are dead asleep, the rest are bored out of their minds and a couple weird students are all bubbly and awake. To be honest they are probably survivng on caffine. I pack up my things as we get dismissed, sliding my laptop and pencil case into my black messenger bag. Shoving on a white coat over my turtle neck I step out into the hallway, just a couple steps out i run into someone. "God! Watch out!" I say by instinct. I stare at the persons as they beg to be forgiven, "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" They smile sweetly and looks at me. "Bug boy?" I accidently say aloud. "Oh yeah! Haha!" He holds up the heavy book. "Oh shit- um I didn't mean to say that out loud, sorry!" Wait why the fuck am I apologising- I never do that! I look back up and he's just laughing while walking away.

Bug Boy.

For some odd reason as we practice my first scene, which Juliet isn't even it I'm shaking- like I may get nervous sometimes on stage but never during rehearsal?! Despite this I think I did an ok job, it's just weird how I'm so nervous today, when I woke up I was fine! God.. I spot my friends walking down the hallway as I exit the auditorium, running to them I instantly just start smiling and joking away. My friends complain about their classes and then before I can even start on mine, they all excuse themselves so they can go to training. My smile fades but I wipe it back on and just keep walking. Suddenly I bump into someone. "God! Watch out!" They snap, and I start apologizing continually. "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" "Bug boy?" They say and I stare into their emerald eyes before realizing that they sat in front of me in the library, I hold up my book and start laughing. "Oh yeah! Haha!" I start to walk away but I still hear them say something and then mutter to themselves. I make my way off campus and find a ramen shop, I actually see a couple of my friends outside of the group but decide to just eat by myself. Swiping my card I buy a bowl and sit down at the bar seats. They don't come over to me so I assume they didn't see me. The food comes out quite quickly and I start slurping. I wonder why that guy remembered me, am I that memorable. Well it was only a couple hours ago- and I did wake him up. Oh shit- Now I've woken him up and bumped into him! He probably hates me.. I hang my head and the front of my hair touches the soup in the bowl, I pull up my head and wipe the tuffs with my sleeve. Picking up the bowl I slurp down the soup and pay before leaving. My couple friends are still in there, they were probably just talking. Luckily my literature class got cancelled since my professor is sick so I can just go back to my dorm. The streets are quite empty as I cross back to the UNI, suddenly a cast of grey storm clouds shower me in rain and I am forced to run back. Slumping down on my hard mattress I grab a towel and aggressively shake my head. Pulling off my wet clothes, I hang them on the windows and change, leaving my shirt off. I sit down at my desk with a blanket wrapped around me I check my emails just in case my professor uploads any work. Sadly she did and I'm forced to write. I begin to thoroughly read the email and I'm shocked when it's free writing. She never lets us do free so this is quite exiting. We have to write at least 10,000 words, my current work in progress has around 8,000 so I just continue that. Around an hour later it's finally at just over 10,000 and I can submit it. I make sure to replace all the swear words and recheck my spelling and grammar about a million times.

#lgbtq #mental health #friends #lgbtqia #young writer #writing #writers on tumblr

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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Hiiiii lemon here, gonna drop a somnophilia ask in beforehand (and hope it doesnt get lost in the fanmail lmao) if thats alright bc im gonna be travelling around that time and will likely be in no shape to send it in then (its v exciting but its so stressful i swear im going crazy i wont be surprised if i turn into a motherfucking banana before this is over. A banana anon. Abanananan. If this doesnt characterise the chaos my life is rn i dont even know) (oh crap the banana is taken already. Am i a hybrid? Lemonana? Balemon? Banamon? It looks like a banana and then you take a bite and surprise surprise its evil?? I dont know i should get to the ask prbly)

So idk if this is weird actually but i was thinking seb getting to play with you while youre asleep instead of the other way around?

I mean, he is an early riser and sometimes he would wake up unbearably horny. It starts out as him cuddling up to you, kissing your neck maybe, nuzzling into your shoulder insistently, and he always shakes you awake when he cant wait any longer because he would never do anything without your explicit permission.

And some morning he shakes you awake, and you swing an arm lazily around his neck and tell him he can go on, so now he is grinding against your hip, and it’s so nice—it’s a steady pace that’s almost lulling, and you’re warm and happy and have your favourite boy here with you who is so cute when he is needy, and it’s not like you were fully alert in the first place, so you start to drift back to sleep.

He stops and shakes you awake again.

The problem is, you really don’t want to wake up yet.

“What’s the matter, love, do you need something?” you mumble, and he hides his face into your shoulder guiltily, realising he isn’t letting you sleep when you probably want to. But what if you want him to stop or something and you can’t because you’re asleep? You hum and settle more comfortably against the pillows. “Wake me up if you want to come, but not earlier than in half an hour.”

It turns out to be pretty fun—most of the fun being how into it he unexpectedly is. Because you trust him with this? You trust him to be a good boy and do everything right while you’re not watching him, but also trust him with your body so completely?

He is not allowed to come until you wake up and give him explicit permission, but other things may vary: sometimes you will tell him beforehand that everything is fair game but he cant wake you up before your alarm goes off (otherwise he doesnt get to come for the rest of the day), or that he isn’t allowed to touch you, only help himself.

Initially the main rule sounds something like “no orgasms while i’m asleep” and he is puzzled by it. Turns out, the question is, should he wake you up if you’re about to come? You don’t think there is much use in this rule, surely you’d wake up if you were that close, but you keep it anyway—and turns out the little shit can be extremely sneaky when he wants to, and not a little bit smug about it, too. So sometimes you wave the rule on yourself. As a treat.

With love,

Lemon 💜🍋

p s hope everyone is having a fun kinktober the 15th, will look at what yall were up to as soon as i can! 💕✨🥰

Okay so lemon sent this ask a while ago and I have been counting down the days until somno day because this ask is fucking AMAZING. Lemon you are an absolute genius this is incredible.

Also lemon, we need a travel update. I assume you've gone insane, but we need to know the level of insanity. Update us!! We require a debrief.

Okay anyway, back to seb somno!

Before you came along, seb never really woke up horny after he was like 15. But then he gets into a relationship with you and suddenly he's waking up horny all the time? Like his body is aware that he's next to you and knows you'll make him feel good.

And of course, you love waking up to a horny seb, and love being woken up by a horny seb even more. Because the times when Seb wakes you up himself are just the best. He's so painfully hard, whining into your ear and finally shaking you awake because he cant take it anymore.

Being able to grind against you feels so nice. Not just because it's getting some much-needed friction, but also because he feels so warm and safe? He can can cuddle into your side, head resting against your shoulder as he grinds against you.

But then you fall back asleep and seb panics?

I also think it would take seb a minute or two to realise that you've fallen asleep? Because he's just so wrapped up in how good it feels to drag his hips against you in the warmth and comfort of the bed.

And then he looks up at you to get a kiss and realises that you've fallen asleep? Seb panics so much.

Because he doesnt know when you fell asleep. What if he's been grinding against you and you fell asleep basically the moment you said he could?

He feels so bad. He has no idea what to do, but he's also still so hard and not moving his hips against you feels like absolute torture because now he knows how good it feels.

So he shakes you awake, because he figures if he's going to get in trouble, then he should own up to it. That's one of his rules: he must always tell you if he's been bad and if he's honest with you, he'll get a lighter punishment (you have never needed to punish him, but he insists that you have rules for that).

So he shakes you awake, and you're very confused.

"Close to cumming?" you ask him, still half asleep. You assume he's woken you because he needs permission to cum.

"No..." he mumbles, "you fell asleep, and I.. I didn't know so I kept on going."

Now you're even more confused.

"Yes?" you say, "I told you that you could? Seb, why would you think you'd get in trouble for doing something I gave you permission for?"

"Cause you were sleeping," he explains, "you weren't... you didn't know?"

You roll over to face him, cupping his jaw, "You're my good boy. I know that you'll always follow my rules, even when I'm asleep, and I know that you'd never hurt me. So you can grind against me when you wake all hard and achy, yeah? You're a good boy, and good boys get to do that."

Seb cries at your words, shuffling closer and hugging you tight because he cant he gets to have this, cant believe you trust him with something as precious as your body.

From there, he gets more used to it. He understands he's always allowed to grind against you, that he can get pleasure like that for as long as he wants until your alarm goes off. And he knows that when you wake up, you'll always let him cum.

It's actually him that asks about him touching you while you're still sleeping. Cause he wants to make you feel good?

You're open to the idea, and you know he'd never hurt you.

Seb loves it so much! Even more than grinding against you, just settling between your legs and licking you for a little while is the perfect way to start the morning.

#kinktober tag #sub!sebastian #nsfw.#gn!reader #sv #🍋

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jfouler · 10 months

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I can't believed I only just thought about this but

What was the Jamie/Marcy wedding like

YEAAA an excellent question i have not gotten a chance to think about it too much EHEHE

honestly it was kind of lame. they had it in their backyard. marcy had a lot of big grand ideas and jamie like. really wanted to keep it lowkey. pff it was kind of half a wedding and half a housewarming party bc they had moved into their house not that long ago! it was also late summer. it was a little cloudy and they got rained on a bit but hey on the brightside it wasn't blazing hot out

marcy has a lot more close family members/a bigger family than jamie does. so like it was mostly marcy's family and friends and then just. jamie's sister and mom. LMAO. and maybe his uncle.

jamie was trying not to cry the WHOLE time. on the verge of tears for like 2 hours. wettest eyed man in the world. his tear supply is endless. marcy on the other hand finds it very hard to cry when there are lots of people around

also he could not stop calling her his wife the whole day he loves the word wife and marcy was like u are ridiculous ily

jamies sister helena brought a bunch of flowers for decorating. like. so much. way too much. so she planted some in jamie and marcy's backyard. they're still there. she also helped both of them plant a tree bc she was like "guys its symbolic its spiritualll" helena just knows what's up she's smarter than any of us

their kiss was barely a kiss bc jamie was so nervous and also he couldn't stop smiling ok! that man's mouth was CLOSED. helena laughed.

marcy thought it would be funny to blast jamie's high school band music as the first song that played. he almost jumped over the fence and ran but marcy's dad told him it was "good stuff." i think marcy's dad and jamie were instant best friends when they met

jamie conked out right after. absolute eeper. slept on the couch in his silly little suit and woke up at like 3 am delirious. spent too much energy trying to hold his tears in

#they were like 23-24... little babies #thank u for this ask i love jamie questions

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boyruggeroii · 2 years

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ohhhh final thoughts on wolf 359👀👀?? I’ve finished it like 2 weeks ago and I’m still. mourning lol

Quick answer: I liked it a lot. I was expecting a more tragic ending (before Minkowski woke back up I thought they were all going to die swallowed by Wolf 359 then I thought it was a fever dream, honest to god) and I'm not sure if I'm happier this way or not.

Longer answer: I wasn't as attached to the Goddard three (I'm sorry but I hate military types, bye Clark) as you were, but I absolutely loved them and they were such enjoyable characters. I completely agree with you re: Pryce, I think you've said it all really. As for a reception ark, she didn't want one lmao. And I don't think the story went there anyway. She's not quite herself anymore or she's only half of herself, end of story. And it's a horrible thing to do, or weird at any rate. She's not dead but she (Pryce) is not alive anymore either. Same for Eiffel, but with different consequences for him. (Also I can't believe that it could have all worked out in their favour if he hadn't come back. Unbelievable)

I really liked all the memory stuff actually. I've always been fascinated by what makes us tick and it's been proven (and I'm a firm believer) that what we are is a result of both nature and nurture and I love media that explore that. Nice take on AIs too!!

As for the characters, loved loved loved Hilbert, and loved how he died too if you can believe it! (Broke my heart tho, I'm still mourning him, he deserved so much better from life in general). Minkowski and Lovelace get better with time (she doesn't like Hilbert because she doesn't understand him more than she does because he killed all her friends is she for real? Terrible kind of person. And Minkowski too much of a soldier)

All the female characters in general are amazing and I absolutely adored them. Alana and Hera's relationship was so interesting and I'd listen to an entire podcast with just her and Jacobi or her and Hera, who's great too (and they literally gave her anxiety this keeps being hilarious). Memoria, just, Memoria. And all its consequences

Jacobi my other love (lots of them in this podcast). I have a weakness for characters that are arsonist adjacent. Ep can't remember with his revenge plan was just. One of the best.

I obviously got attached to Eiffel cause he's funny but thank god I don't have to work with him or someone like him. I have complicated feelings on his memory loss. His daughter is basically dead to him, she's a stranger and he can't really mourn her. He lost a child and doesn't know it which for him (and most people) would be worse than dying, so yeah. Also THE PRISON SENTENCE

I'll probably have more to say in the next few minutes hours days but for now this is it

I'm so happy I decided and managed to listen to it. And there were so many episodes where I laughed so much oh gods, especially after Jacobi and Maxwell arrived

#also I think when Bob called C and P cold they meant heartless #I think they meant something different. they're basically cyborgs do they even have blood? or emanate heat?#and I'm not sure amnesia would make you forget how to speak. it doesn't affect basic memories. you wouldn't become a baby #but you would forget how to sew for example iirc. and you'd certainly forget what a spaceship is #also if you have fic recs you said there were some very good ones #wolf359 #as for the cold thing by I think I mean that's how I interpreted it #I don't care for Kepler #I meant *didn't mean. obviously

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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IAD Hero Power Rankings: Lucky 13

I am getting down to the final like....3.5...? Books? And Dark Skye was the Virgin AngelDemon God Warrior hero, who I thought I would not like, but honestly, he was pretty delightful. If Thronos had gotten a handjob earlier in life, countless lives would've been spared.

Lothaire Daciano, the Enemy of Old, vampire, Lothaire

Pros:

–well you can’t say he isn’t goal-oriented

–takes kids trick or treating

–does not support rape or child murder; and he actually likes dogs a lot!

–“ELIZABETH. WITH MY COMPLIMENTS. YOU WILL NEVER GET YOUR CLAWS INTO ANOTHER ONE OF MINE. ROT IN HELL. L.” he says as he tries to make a point when sending her his Heart in a Box ™, failing to make that point because it’s clear that he’s just sitting in his murder castle listening to teardrops on my guitar on repeat

–listen between the tittyfucking and the “let me drink my heroine’s virgin’s blood after I very literally pop her cherry” moment, you can’t call him boring

–actually hilarious, basically just a very scary vampire with a to-do list punting decapitated heads around like they’re soccer balls

–just did some shifter beheadings!!! it not like he goes around cockslapping gnomes!!!!

–loves a couch sex moment

Cons:

–does support murdering everyone else if need be, casting out innocent souls to achieve his aims, unleashing untold evil, trench coats, biting unwilling people and being like “look if it gets weird go with it”

–clinically insane

–will forget someone he was talking to like half an hour ago because he’s lost all concept of time and space, will talk to himself during sex to be like “DON’T KILL HER @ me!!!”

–Ellie spends like 30% of this book covered in his semen, to the point that she literally just goes to sleep in it in order to piss the demon inhabiting her body off

–I thought he couldn’t sleep because of his madness but when you get to his POV he’s like “MY DICK IS TOO HARD FOR ME TO SLEEP”

–watches everyone have sex, which, considering this series, is a lot of people. I don’t even think it’s sexual it’s just his shit

–his only friend is a teenage quarterback, but then again, that QB is Thad and Thad is God

–put the Valkyrie queen underwater to drown eternally and forgot where she was lmao (this came out before The Old Guard…..)

–was into “juvenile skullfucking”

--Update: responded to an official royal missive from the vrekener king with a MESSAGE IN BLOOD that was like "oh shit y'all exist?--L"... too Goth to rule....

2. Garreth MacRieve, werewolf, Pleasure of a Dark Prince

Pros:

–invented “werewolf versus demon” basketball because he was SADS

–smells Lucia masturbating and is like WAIT WAIT WAIT I CAN FIX THAT

–gets Lucia off through prison bars…. a determined man

–engages in a Road Runner/Wile E. Coyote dynamic with his heroine for a YEAR where he’s just chasing her around the globe while she crushes him with trucks and shit… he sees it as foreplay

–is actually truly the most woke werewolf hero; rightly points out to Lucia that she’s not exaaaactly being chaaaaste when he’s tearing that shit up every night even if there’s no penetration; keeps himself from going full moon crazy with magic in order to keep Lucia from being pressured into sex with him, and even when that magic breaks super holds back until she makes a conscious decision; does not do the Ritual Doggy Style Full Moon thing because he wants to look into her eeeeeeyes and ground her and even puts her on top, a KING

–catches a special new butterfly for her and names it after her leave me alone I’m crying

–“lass, I’m about to make you a widow” …. this shit works every time

–even a GOD can’t make him hurt Lucia

Cons:

–does not believe that women should have jobs after they find their werewolf soulmates, but to be fair, he is completely right, why the hell would I work if I had a rich werewolf soulmate who hunts big game for me and does all the cooking and cleaning and work and shit

–is honestly big stupid about plunging into danger

–is honestly big stupid about a lot of things… plan for keeping his woman from pursuing her immortal mission was “I’ll just fuck her until she passes out and then I’ll go do big mission for her”, admirable but not flaw-free logic

–was gonna help Lachlain steal a baby

–BIG “dumb younger brother” energy

–“we’re werewolves we’re very curious and always have to solve mysteries” lmao okay Scooby Doo

3. Rydstrom Woede, demon (king), Kiss of a Demon King

Pros:

–called Sabine a “good girl” even when she’s actually being a bad girl

–is explicitly a dom

–the first time he smiles is after she flips him off

–is into spanking

–takes Sabine to a bar and everyone leaves the bar because she’s evil and he’s all “awwww baby I don’t understand why they don’t like you :(” when she’s committed, like, war crimes… down ridiculous…

–his big comeback to his enemy is like “lmao well I’m about to make your girl’s eyes roll back in her head SOOOOOOO EAT IT CUCK”

–has two elaborate fantasies in this novel: a) suspending Sabine from the ceiling and edging her until he lets her grind against his face B) watching Sabine cuddle their cute baby. The duality of demon king

Cons:

–I mean I guess he did some pretttttyyyyy dubious shit to Sabine, but only after she did them to him

–met a woman and became her friend and talked to her for days and literally didn’t remember fucking her once until she reminded him…. I thought it was funny

–that time he went at Sabine’s tits for so long that the next day she was all “THEY HURT SO BAD” so I assume he was like a newborn baby or something

–“I don’t have any fetishes!!!!” has every fetish known to man

–was so down ridiculous that he went to try and kill himself to save her… this is a pro… but I’m gonna pretend it’s a con

–is pretty hard on Cade who was just trying!!! his!!! best!!!!!!!!!! but again this is only mildly a con because his disappointed dad thing is hot

4. Conrad Wroth, vampire, Dark Needs at Night’s Edge

Pros:

–exceedingly good at removing obstacles between him and what he wants

–a virgin and SUPER embarrassed about it in a way that is INCREDIBLY precious (when he finally fucked this woman and went “So I was good?” I almost fucking wept)

–murder puppy only wants death and blood (until he discovers………… other things)

–a natural born dirty talker

–BABY BOY…. BABY BOY…./EVIL

Cons:

–has erectile dysfunction for a significant part of his book, he gets better but I was so sad for him

–I mean, is fully insane and wants to murder his entire family, but nobody’s perfect and Nikolai kinda deserves it

–wears sunglasses indoors

–got aroused while buying underwear for her and had to limp home

–made Bowen MacRrieve sad and that makes me really upset because I love Bowen MacRieve

5. Uilleam “Will” MacRieve, “MacRieve”, werewolf, MacRieve

Pros:

–literally called “bucket list” among immortal women because he’s the one you have to fuck in case you might die someday

–incredibly family-oriented and so HYPE to put a baby in there, which could be horrible but with the werewolves it’s always hot

–has the sweetest relationship with his twin ever like please Munro and MacRieve always having each other’s backs and knowing what the other is feeling and being devoted to each other stop

–incredibly dangerous hot hot hot but so gentle with Chloe in those first chapters, literally just left a bag over her head so that she couldn’t see him in beast mode and get scared

–listen… he’s got Issues, but he does the fucking work in the end and ows them and in myyyy opinion the Issues are pretty fucking valid

–LEASHES THE BEAST FOR HERRRRRRRRRRRRR I WEEEEEPT

–the mouth on this dude (in all ways)

Cons:

–is maybe the most traumatized hero I’ve read in these books, which is saying something, and that means that he reacts PRETTY FUCKING BADLY to the Chloe reveal and does treat her badly before it gets better

–has like very little control over his beast for most of this book so he’s just like werewolfin’ out all over the place while Munro goes “I don’t even know why I bother”

–that time he threw up after taking Chloe’s virginity (not his fault but YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKES MCGIIIIIKES)

–is called bucket list because he only knows how to fuck and can’t have emotional sex or even sex like a person he only knows how to have beast sex which to be fair sounds like fun sex but is not necessarily like… romantic and shit

–it’s implied that he does the battle shit for running the MacRieve settlement and Munro is the one who actually reads the legal shit, which like I’m glad that works and all but it seems pretty irresponsible lmao

–there is no living villain in this book, the villain is MacRieve’s trauma, which is very good and deep but also TOUGH BRO

6. Bowen MacRieve, werewolf, Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night

Pros:

–is a werewolf general

–was celibate for 1200 years after his lover got so scared of his wolf form that she gored herself on a tree stump (lmao)

–spent those 1200 years trying to bring her back to life

–great at catching and preparing seafood

–breeding kink (wants to put all the bairns in Mariketa)

–kinda into bondage…?

–gets hard at the thought of Mariketa’s carnage, even when he is the carnage

–update pro: gets sent to a party by himself so that Mariketa can run an errand and just sits there confused and miserable at the bar by himself waiting for her to show up even though he knows people there; I imagine this is much like that SNL skit about a dog park for boyfriends, where the shy boyfriend hides under a picnic table

Cons:

–kind of a fuckboy (will say his dead lover’s name when he comes, ONE TIME, but “Mariketa” and “Mariah” begin similarly so)

–doesn’t like it when Mariketa chant incantations into her mirror because it creeps him out

–breeding kink (casually tries to get her to stop taking birth control)

–makes fun of Mariketa’s vibrator, even if I found that actually hilarious

7. Lachlain MacRieve, werewolf, A Hunger Like No Other

Pros:

–chewed his own leg off to get to Emma, pinned her to the ground in broad daylight, and inhaled her neck like a fucking FREAK

–actually pretty good at being the werewolf king (saves Bowen from his own stupidity multiple times, much daddy, very authoritative)

–saw Emma kill her own dad and basically swooned

–is absolutely down to get his blood sucked… through his penis (I believe he says that’s the only way he’ll accept BJs now…?)

–gets by on missing 150 years of progression purely on intimidation, which I personally find deeply sexy

Cons:

–I mean yes Lachlain is one of the rape-iest IAD heroes even if most of that was werewolf instinct and burning alive for 150 years

–doesn’t know how to use an iPod

–but will max out your credit cards

–a werewolf supremacist (is this a bad thing…?)

–says “Kiss me like you want to live” which I guess I should put as a con because it’s non-consensual but whatever I was dow–

8. Murdoch Wroth, vampire, Untouchable

Pros:

—just extremely determined… his heroine can’t bear skin to skin contact? He’s gonna use an icicle as a dildo. He fucked up so bad she fled to an ice kingdom? Well, he’s gonna fucking find her

–probably the closest IaD gets to a himbo… HE WAS MORE THAN A RAKE, DAMMIT!!! HE DIED IN A WAR!!!!!!!

–I don’t think y'all get how impressive it is that he consistently hit the clit through a blanket AND fucked her to orgasm with an icicle for like a year

–is actually a very good brother

–finds out his woman maybe married another guy and goes “she’s going to be a widow” I love mess

Cons:

–I mean does bitch a lot about how sexually frustrated he is but his heroine is an ice princess who can’t stand skin to skin contact without extreme pain so……………………… I do get it blue balls kill

–will masturbate to the thought of you in the shower while you’re unconscious six feet away covered in arrow wounds… if that’s something you’re not into…

–has confidence issues because the Wroth brothers are rattled off like Nikolai: the leader! Sebastian: the brain! Conrad: the mysterious babe! Murdoch: … the slut?

(do love that the Wroth bros are the Charlie’s Angels of this series)

–bit Dani without her consent blah blah blah

9. Cadeon Woede/“Cade the Kingmaker”, demon, Dark Desires After Dusk

Pros:

–extremely loyal to his brother (which I found cute)

–orders ahead to get pre-packaged food for Holly to accommodate her OCD, while helping her Walk on the Wild Side

–was the first guy to 69 with his heroine in this series

–stalked Holly for like a year (stalking is love)

–gets adorably tongue-tied around her, but not in a lame way

Cons:

–lied to Holly for like… that entire book lmao (even though it was fun)

–is called the Womb Raider for a reason, apparently (a little tooooo potent)

–sort of fucks with Holly’s birth control, in the sense that he made sure she was super fertile, but to be fair Holly did not… actually… take birth control

–threw out Holly’s OCD meds, though I chalk this up to the year the book was published

–just sort of drove around giving Holly head for WEEKS while Rydstrom was getting sexually tortured, so like…. maybe doesn’t have GREAT priorities…. maybe has the best priorities… Rydstrom was fine…

10. Nikolai Wroth, vampire, The Warlord Wants Forever

Pros:

–deeply efficient and good at his job (being a bloodthirsty warlord), which turns his mate on as much as it should literally everyone else

–scars all over

–very family-oriented, which means he’s extreeeeemely daddy, and very much uses that in the bedroom

–will try to make nice with your bitchy sisters for you

–is receptive to therapy, even if the therapist was his beaten and bruised brother whose advice was basically “do better”

Cons:

–did steal Myst’s chain and used it to make her come on command; which, while I liked it, was very much non-consensual

–insecure about Myst’s history as the greatest femme fatale of the last couple millennia (though he gets better and decides to be a sex-positive feminist)

–that time that he turned his little brothers into vampires against their will

–was so down bad that he literally started to waste away when Myst didn’t let him get off for five years

–does not properly heat his manor

11. Thronos Talos, vrekener (cough demon with wings cough), Dark Skye

Pros:

--virgin hero!!!

--surprisingly kinda naturally kinky (not surprising, it's always the God warriors)

--gets hilariously flustered constantly throughout this novel

--was the sweetest little baby boy when he and Lanthe were kids he just wanted to bring her food (dead rabbits) and hold her in his baby wings

--secretly swears a lot for a heavenly angel

--is just trying his best to run a kingdom and getting responses back from Lothaire like "wow your species exists??? wild bro" and "I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR BODY AND LAUGH IN YOUR FACE" from Rydstrom so honestly? snaps for Thronos

Cons:

--was a bit heavy on the slutshaming what with his God warrior origin story

--is cursed with secondary bonerism what with his wings being.... very sensitive.... tertiary bonerism as he also has the demon horns?

--was going through a demon identity crisis throughout this book which I personally found hilarious but it was rough for him

--insisted on losing his virginity through that Mormon sheet thing

12. Trehan Daciano/Prince of Shadows, vampire, Shadow’s Claim

Pros:

–has MAGICAL INVISIBLE-MAKING MIST

–beats the shit out of everyone in this book, basically…. hot

–is apparently a really good uncle when he’s not trying to kill his relatives

–was actually extremely romantic with Bettina and liked her dumb little weapons designs. Would see her be like “I think I should make a poisoned bracelet” and go “fucking genius”

–goes from being super rational to FULL ON FUCKING INSANE and that’s hot

–says at one point that he’ll figure out what to do with their various relationship issues once he’s inside her, which I certainly was not mad at

–that time he told Bettina to refrain from touching herself until he could do it for her, we love to see it

Cons:

–was the second!!! person in this series to take Lothaire’s romantic advice, which was admittedly correct but suggests his own lack of judgment

–sat in his library and sadly masturbated for weeks (while Lothaire watched)

–watched Bettina sleeping, which I wasn’t personally upset with, but I guess that’s inappropriate

–that time they were like “your challenge is to give the princess what she’d want most” and he gave her a bag of heads and went “…. fuck” when everyone in the room didn’t get it

–held back on biting Bettina for forever, which was dumb and unhorny of him

13. Declan Chase/Aidan the Fierce/Gabriel/Edward/whoever the fuck else he was, berserker, Dreams of a Dark Warrior

Pros:

–I mean you can’t really go wrong with someone who is so determined to have his heroine that he just defies death and keeps coming back throughout the ages

–probably the only employee at Torture Island to get in trouble for workplace sexual harassment…. impressive

–that time he cried after suffocating Regin (it must be truuuuue love truuuuuue love)

–that bathtub scene where he was like “wait no actually I’m taking over this weird sexual interplay thing we have going on”

–his days-long island hike grovel where he was like just sadly walking around and being like *eye emoji* at Regin…. hilarious

Cons:

–I actually totally got why Regin forgave him (true love + dick too bomb) but personally I feel like it’s basically impossible that Lachlain and Rydstrom and Sabine are gonna let the shit he pulled slide forever so suspension of disbelief was rough there

–he did vivisect a MacRieve, and I am nothing if not a MacRieve Stan For Lyfe

–the drug addiction issues are rough

–that time he had to let Lothaire bite his neck whenever he wanted and Lothaire was like “if I call you a girl’s name just go with it” and it DIDN’T turn into sex? Sads

14. Malkolm Slaine, demon/vampire, Demon from the Dark

Pros:

–we love a virgin hero always

–gave Carrow the heads of her enemies As A Treat

–very good at giving sensual baths

–a responsible, loving step-demon to what is admittedly an annoying child

–made Rydstrom, Nikolai, Garreth, and Myst all “YOU WANNA GO BRO???” in what was by far one of the funniest parts of the series

Cons:

–honestly a very sweet guy

–swallows toothpaste TWICE

–comes against Carrow’s leg like thirty seconds after meeting her (actually a pro in terms of hilarity)

–TOO BIG, WON’T FIT (pro)

–could’ve been meaner, I’m not gonna lie

15. Sebastian Wroth, vampire, No Rest for the Wicked

Pros:

–all but a virgin when he meets Kaderin

–Gentleman in the Streets Freak in That Random Nightclub Where He SNAPS

–joined the mile high club remarkably fast

–throws out all his principles for her

–Speaks Like Dracula but in a “I vant to suck your clit” way

Cons:

–borderline beta, or as beta as a murderous centuries old vampire warlord can be

–a little tooooo accommodating of Kaderin’s bullshit

–could have been more demanding, to be honest (Bowen and Lachlain would noooot have been as patient as he was, which some would like but I was a little weary of)

#romance novel blogging #immortals after dark #but legit i really enjoyed dark skye a lot it was great #even tho my personal favorite part was rydstrom going all THE ONLY FLAG I'LL BE WAVING IS YOUR DECAPITATED HEAD--#now on to sweet ruin~~~#the one where he's poison to everyone but her

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