#( so i'm just currently dealing with wheezing and coughing )

[korinthiakos]

Still not feeling 100%

[pygmi-cygni]

oh honey.. I'm back

im so sorry, I have too many thoughts in my brain and ONE OF THEM includes a huge audition i have coming up for theater!! uh oh spaghetti-o

I've been contemplating dropping it (I won't, im just acting like a coward)

BUT! it would be amazing with a beautiful red fat cherry on top if you could write something with Club!Blue or Nathan with a reader who has a (life changing) event coming up and how they'd deal with them being really anxious!!

Could be a little bit of angst/comfort with a panic attack or just straight how they'd deal with it, whatever you wish :3

Tysm gorgeous!! No rush and again I am so sorry for flooding your inbox 💔

oh my gosh good luck! auditions are scary but they're over so fast, it'll be ok

cw: panic attack, nathan's amazing sympathy *cough*, hurt/comfort, fem reader

His shadow tickled the tip of your nose. Nathan stood in front of the table you were currently hiding under, drumming his thumbs on the tabletop. It sounded like heavy rain through the heavy blanket pulled tightly around your ears. Soothing, almost.

God, you felt like a wrung-out rag. Your eyes were drier than a desert, but your cheeks were swollen from the amount of crying you'd been doing. Your hands were trembling so hard your teeth chattered.

Deep breaths.

"So....is this a new thinking strategy? Seems a little claustrophobic, cupcake," Nathan said drily, bending over to peer at your teary-eyed face.

"F-ffuck off," you sniffled wearily, scooting to press your face against the wall. You couldn't deal with him and all of his Nathan-ness right now. Not when your first interview was tomorrow and the stress wanted to rip right through your chest.

Thump. You jumped at the feeling of something pressing on your back, yelping and jerking away. Nathan swore, the rattle of his head against the table leg sending you sprawling sideways.

"Hey, c'mere, ah fuck- do we have to be under a table?" He grimaced, rubbing the bridge of his nose. You blinked, bewildered, as he crept under the dining table and curled around you. He sighed, resting his scruffy chin on your blanketed shoulder.

"It's that thing, huh?"

You nodded weakly, a shuddering wave of tremors wracking through you. Nathan squeezed a little tighter, grunting as he pulled you into his lap.

"Did you study the rubrics they gave you?"

A nod and a sniffle. Nathan used the edge of his sleeve to gently wipe your nose.

"What about the locations and possible transfers?"

Another nod.

"How do you feel about your resume?"

"Good," you muttered, settling against his chest. The adrenaline had faded, and you wanted to sleep for a thousand years.

Nathan hummed, leaning against the wall. "So....what's the hang up?"

"The what?"

"Why are you burrito-ing under a table in the most god-awful throw blanket I've ever seen?" He said bluntly, tugging at a lock of your hair. You laughed groggily and wiped your eyes.

"I dunno," you sighed, "it's just...what if I have to wait another year until an opportunity shows up?"

"That's be fuckin stupid if you didn't get hired."

"Yeah, but-"

"I mean, for fuck's sake, you've been doing this how long? You'll be fine. I bet the crying isn't gonna help," he snorted.

You scowled.

"Well? Do you feel better?"

"...No."

Nathan smirked. "Told you."

Extending your blanket to draw him in, you linked pinkies. You saw through his blunt, tough words. He cared. Why else would he be tearing up his lower back for you?

"You're helping," you whispered.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Go get 'em, tiger."

good luck at your audition!!

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[arece]

hiii!

could i request by any chance john wick x reader (father- kid) fic where john takes care of reader while they are sick? like john was never emotional or never really showed feelings but when reader gets sick he is overly fatherly, maybe even takes them to see a doctor much for their resisting...

i am really sick rn and its all i can think about..

you can make it a gn or a fem reader

love your work <3

Sweet Nothing

♤ Summary: Used to taking care of yourself, you brush off your sickness and downplayed just how serious it was. The masterlist

♤ a/n: I too have been feeling sick, (which explains why this is so late) I hope you're feeling much better and this helps! A nice little soft fic before the angst I'm about to post next, fair warning.

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Ever the observant man, John noticed instantly, prepared from the first cough. You rolled your eyes, brushing it off as allergies but John was having none of it. He excused it as him not being able to get sick with his career.

He was just genuinely worried but unable to say so. A flaw you both shared, never fully being able to admit exactly how much you care for each other, settling for showing it through meaningful acts.

His worry grew when you slept in later than usual, coughing and sniffling. “The rooms just dry, I’ll drink more water,” you once again brushed him off. He was hesitant but decided not to push you further. His first mistake.

A few days later Winston called him over and he was about to say he couldn’t make it but you wouldn’t let him. You pushed him to go insisting that you were fine and could take care of yourself. Ever so stubborn. 

With great reluctance he left, not without demanding that you call him if you feel even just the slightest bit worse. After a few snippy remarks from your side, he finally left when he was confident that you would call.

You were laying in bed for the next few hours, clinging tightly to Dog in hopes to absorb all the comfort she provided. You felt like absolute shit but didn’t want to burden John, distract him from his job or anything else he was doing.

It was just a dumb cold that you’d quickly get over, you didn’t need to be coddled like a child, you could deal with it on your own. Or so you thought until the coughing fit hit.

It started off just to clear your dry throat but then it wouldn’t stop. Each time you attempted to get a breath of air in it would result in an uncontrollable wheeze. You reached for some water to try and help but you just ended up choking on it.

You fumbled to the side table, grabbing your phone and calling John without a second thought. Not even the first ring finished before he answered, “What’s wrong?” You gasped out, trying to answer him but coughed again. “Kid?”

“I can’t b-breathe,” it took all your energy just to say those few words and you weren’t even sure if they were intelligible. “Shit,” you softly heard from the other side, most likely directed towards himself.

“I’m coming to you now, kid. I need you to stay calm for me, alright?” You could hear him mumble something to someone. “Panicking will only make it worse.” Next thing you heard was a door slamming and a car starting.

“Still with me?” You tried to answer him but was cut off by more harsh coughs, these ones a lot more painful than the last. “Yeah.” Dog whimpered beside you, nuzzling close to show her own worry over your current state.

You stayed on the line with John but it wasn’t long before you heard a car recklessly parking close by and he hung up. Your bedroom door was carelessly thrown open and John rushed over to you, “I’m here.”

He reaches an arm around your shoulders and underneath your legs, lifting you up and beginning to make his way back outside. Your head fell to his shoulder, exhausted from the amount of energy you’ve exerted.

He carefully placed you onto the passenger seat, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead. He buckled you in, making sure you were secure before rushing to the driver's seat. “Continental Doctor’s already waiting for you, you’re gonna be alright,” he reassured you.

The ride felt fast with you on the verge of passing out. It all snapped back into focus with the rush of wind hitting you, John opening your door and picking you up again. He felt a wave of anxiety hit with you growing slightly limp.

It was bringing him back to how quickly and brutally his Helen grew ill. All rational thoughts escaped him as he held you closer to him, running up the steps of the Continental. The only thing running through his head being not you, not you, it couldn’t be happening to you.

Straight past Winston and Charon. He had to help you, there may have been nothing he could’ve done for his Helen but you would be fine.

And that’s what the Doctor assured him. It truly was just an extremely nasty case of a cold mixed with allergies. But John found himself preparing for the bad news to hit, that after that rough of a breathing fit there was something wrong with you, something he couldn’t fix.

He watched over you as you slept off the medication the Doctor gave you, ready at a moment's notice for anything to go wrong. You stirred slightly, aware of the way John seemed to fidget with his hands.

“Everything okay?” You slightly sat up and John was quick to adjust your pillow so you could sit comfortably. “You’re alright, just like I said you would be.” It seemed like he was reassuring himself as well as you.

“Listen,” he sighed and you grew slightly nervous, “you can’t play off being sick like that again. I thought - it could’ve been serious.” You immediately felt guilty, hunching in on yourself for all the trouble you caused.

“I’m sorry.” His brows furrowed, moving to sit beside you on the bed. “I just want you safe.” It hit you, harder than you thought it would. He wanted you safe, he cared about you enough to worry. You still struggled to process it but felt too sick still to ponder on it.

Instead you leaned your head on his lap, prepared to fall back asleep with full reassurance that you’d be okay. “With you I always feel safe.” Your confession was enough to have him soften, comfortingly brushing your hair back for the entire time you slept.

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Essak and caduceus talking

so in my newest story I have made this sad moment

Essek speaking "why do you insist on letting the pain take you?"

caduceus spoke "they don't they shouldn't have to be burdened by my mess honestly.

they all froze they cracked the door open enough they could all see what was going on there was Essek on the balcony with caduceus who was currently coughing softly 

"you should probably get that treated. Are you sure you don't it's not tuberculosis?" caduceus snorts "it's far worse actually basically growing an entire flower garden in my lungs."

Esseks's face was fear twisted "wait i thought you did you suffer this before?"

"yeah but it stopped a couple months after I met the mighty 9 and we went off saving the world." he wheezed a bit then "why won't you let them help you why won't you accept the fact you are loved why won't you let yourself be loved you give so much love and yet you won't let yourself receive that love even from yourself self love is important just as important as any other."

"don't want them being dragged into my mess."

"you're not dragging them into your mess." said Essek "please now I see why you like foxgloves and spider Lily so much they fit you of course they do."

"how is that?" the other man asked "because you're insincere in the way you say you are fine you are insincere in the way you do not let others care you lie to yourself kill your own self you are letting yourself die you care about them so much you're honestly worse than Caleb right now."

Essek then put a hand on caduceus and said "what flowers fit me the best?"

"purple irises," they noticed how Essek immediately picked up on the fact caduceus was about to go into a panic spiral really "why is that?"

"those flowers mean knowledge and wisdom you were wise in your decision to change your ways and you are wise and trying to change the outcome of future events you can cause rather than past events."

there was a soft smile "what's my brother's."

"Forget me nots."

"Really forget me nots." he said pondering.

"mm-hmm he does not let you forget how much he loves you he's very affectionate gives good hugs."

"why won't you let them love you why won't you welcome the men because last time that happened, I don't want to talk about it."

is there another reason why you don't eat meat?"

"yeah three years into myself isolation I lost my mind I was super hungry and it was the middle of winter I was starving I had been starving myself for a couple of weeks and then I snapped and then I killed someone and ate his flesh." essek spoke "that must be hard."

caducues gave a bitter smile and spoke more "some days I space out so much that I go into what is called instincts mode and when we were traveling back I did get in a fight with someone it was on our way back after we saved the people and helped the gentleman out before he died and we got in a fight I went into the bathroom when I was so scared that I had accidentally eaten someone again that I thought I could still see flesh in between my teeth also I just don't like the way meat tastes." the rant was heart breaking

Essex looked at him "I'm sorry what I'm sorry that you had to deal with that when you were alone for 10 years." the whole group listing were frozen with the realization caduceus was hurting and they wanted to help but something was holding them back

caduceus smiled "that's fine."

"no it's not. please what's the easiest way to get rid of the flowers in your lungs what do you think you've been doing to yourself... you been giving out too much let yourself be selfish please we don't want to see you in pain don't think your friends will forgive me." essek sounded scared and caduceus looked at him with unreadable eyes

" no. our friends," he said "their are our friends." essek sighed as he went to hug the man who returned it.

"I've been seeing you form the habit of putting flowers and everyone's hair."

"yeah." essk then asked "why do it?"

"so that you can put flowers in my hair when I die whenever that happens maybe one night I'll go to sleep the next night and never wake up no matter how many times jester tries to use a diamond or a gemstone on me to revive me I will never come back I want to give them something to Remember Me by."

he said very somberly as he looked out to the night sky it was early nighttime.

Verin had got in very late and that was the point he didn't want anyone else to think it's suspicious. night time was easier to blend in and get into the Chateau than it was during the daytime 

"Do you wish to die?" Asked essek fearfully.

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That was a sneak peak

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: A Tro-pig-al Vacation!

CHALLENGE 12: Big Major Cay

It looks like all the interns were able to scrape off all the goo from…..the incident. The incident that cannot be named. Chris was in a fresh Hawaiian shirt, his hair done, he looked like a new man. You see the interns move what looks like...a certain contestant's stuff near the edge of the bow. Chris gets a phone call, he answers as he paces back and forth.

“Uh huh. I know. I didn't plan for it. I swear. The people back home are mad why? It's Ripper! What? Someone wants to file a missing person report?! No. No, you listen here. I'm not risking the ratings for a rescue mission! Yeah, yeah because I can afford a UFO! Yes. Yes. No. No, I'm not. Look, can we just cut him out?” Chris looks stressed, running his hands through his hair.

“Look. Tell the old lady we'll do our very, very best to find her baby boy. Pay her whatever she wants to shut her trap until we can figure out something. It's elimination day, I'll deal with this later. Ok. OK OK OK. BYE.”

Chris hangs up, he glares at the interns.

“Is that all of it? Throw it overboard. We need to erase every single bit of Ripper off this ship. Now. I don't want to see him, smell him-” “Hello contestants! Nice day we're having, huh?” Chris made sure to have Chef stand behind him. For no reason. Chris steps in front of the piles of stuff, smiling widely. “Don't worry about that, we're just...holding onto it until Ripper comes back!”

Chris's phone goes off, he picks it up to read it, sighing loudly shoving it into his pocket. “FINE. Chef. Get the memorial photo.”

Chef brings in and sets down a memorial photo of Ripper on an easel, turning to the contestants.

“This episode was made in memory of...Ripper. He was...a person. Who will be missed. Any words?”

“Ok cool. Yeah, ship it.” Chef nods and grunts, taking the display right back into his arms to carry away.

“Hey, don't make that face at me, I could've sworn everyone went out for drinks after. Ok, onto more important things. Today's challenge! Today, we'll be landing in Big Major Cay, Exuma. Aka, THE BAHAMAS!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The boat bellows proudly, docking onto the sandy white beach. Beach goers look in awe of the massive boat, the crystal blue water lapping against the shore, it looks as if you walked right into a postcard. It was so unreal how beautiful everything looked. “Today we’ll be hitting up the famous Pig Beach, where I have hidden one golden Chris idol in the beautiful reefs offshore. You will need to snorkel down to find it and return it to me. Just one thing…this challenge has two parts. First, you need to get your snorkel gear, which is currently fitted onto the various pigs scattered on the beach. Go catch yourself a pig and gear up! The order in which you catch your pig will determine the order you dive in. Whoever returns the idol first wins it for the team.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tapirs 1st. Raj 2nd. Courtney 3rd. Lightning 4th. Wayne 5th. Brick Beavers 1st. Harold 2nd. Alejandro 3rd. MK 4th. Amy 5th. Jo 6th. Sammy ------------------------------------------------------------------------

FIRST TWO TO DIVE, RAJ VS HAROLD!

Harold is swimming and swimming and swimming. He finds a fish and tries to befriend it. The fish is swimming away. He's following it. This fish freaking hates him, what the hell. What was he doing again?

Raj dives into the reef. He swims around for a moment, looking around… He thinks he sees a bit of gold nestled in a rock, but he starts to run out of air before he can do anything about it. He swims back up to the surface, coughing as he exits the water. “…Rock-” he tries to say quietly, cutting himself off with a wheeze as he tries to catch his breath. “It’s- it’s in a rock.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------

COURTNEY AND ALEJANDRO ARE NEXT, GET TO DIVING!

Courtney listens to Raj, swimming to the rock...she sees it too! A Glimmering gold...something? She runs out of air before she can get it. Courtney returns to shore. She’s sputtering and gasping for air. “I saw it! It’s down there!”

Alejandro jumps in the water, and he starts to look around. That makeup he wears immediately washes off. Shit. He can't see. He's so freaking scared. My god. He's actually starting to freak out now. He doesn't find anything. He resurfaces, scars of display and everything. "Sorry. I didn't find anything." ------------------------------------------------------------------------

NEXT ROUND IS LIGHTNING VS MK!

MK dives in and swims around. It’s kind of hard to see things she realizes. She tries to grab at something and… nope just some sand. Lightning emerges from the water. "Wayne! It's over there!" He points as he swims back to shore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

NEXT ROUND IS WAYNE VS AMY! GET TO IT!

"Crud! No dice! Brick, it's over here! This is our last shot!" Wayne splashes out of the water and swims to shore…Crap! Amy swims, searching for the item. She catches a glimmer of gold nestled under a rock. She swims up for air. "I saw it! I saw... it's by a rock?"

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NEXT ROUND! RAJ VS SAMMY!

Raj tries to swim towards where he’d seen it before, but his leg gets caught on some seaweed. He struggles for a moment, trying to get unstuck. He’s not very successful. By the time he gets unstuck, he runs out of air. He swims back to the surface, coughing. He’s empty-handed. Sammy frantically looks back and forth, until— Aha! Right there! It’s under the rock! She wriggles it back and forth, pulling with all her might, but feels her suit constrict with a lack of oxygen. She makes one final tug— but it slips from her grasp. She swims to the surface and gasps for air, defeated. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

NEXT ROUND! COURTNEY VS HAROLD! LET'S GO!

The freaking fish is back! Harold swims after it again. Courtney’s hand breaches the water before anything else. She’s holding the idol! She crawls onto the sand, small statuette held in her hand tightly. She’s holding on for dear life.

“I did it!”

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AND THAT'S A TAPIR WIN! GAME OVER!

"Anyways, that's it everyone! Tapirs, feel free to go explore the island- and Beavers I'll meet you on the....huh?"

A shooting star streaks across the sky. It's very bright, so it's visible... in the middle of the day?

In zooms a space ship. It takes itself down closer and closer to the contestants, producing wind like a helicopter.

It spits out a mass of green goo, which splatters onto the sand. It burbles…

It kinda sounds like…a fart, maybe?

... With a gasp, Ripper bursts from the sludge and tries his very best to gulp down air, eyes wide and full of panic.

"Nice try! We will NOT be taking part in biological warfare," One of the aliens say, their queen. "Ugh, and we thought COWS were bad. Do all Earth specimens produce that much methane? No wonder your planet is overheating and dying. You're a fool for allowing your stupid contestants to get a hold of corn. That's exactly how I knew where to drop it off! Oh, and Mclean? Watch your back." The spaceship zips off, and Ripper is left there in the goop. Ripper sputters through bits of alien goo, shivering and shaking from the shock. Despite this, he gives the best finger guns he can muster. "D-Did you MISS me?!"

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ELIMINATION:

It was Sammy who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame.

Sammy stands up. She looks at her team and gives them a curt nod. “Well. Guess you can’t please everyone. Some people just love their villains.” She stares at Alejandro and Amy. “I can’t wait for everyone to find out what you guys are really like; what you really want, what you really think of your ‘friends’. You haven’t seen the last of me. You may have won the battle, but you won’t win the war.” She heads for the edge of the ship. “You’re making your families very proud. You’re just like them.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sea tails (Ripper, Wayne, Raj, Alejandro, and Amy) share a moment in the hot tub! Ripper and Alejandro discuss life and death at a bar together. Ripper and Amy play with pigs on the beach. They discuss what happened at the bar with Alejandro. Raj makes a paper football out of an apology letter he received from Courtney. He and Ripper play with it together. Wayne and Ripper play dress up in the show theatre. Raj gets stuck on the beach with Brick and a bunch of seagulls. They talked through stuff. "Happernation" (Happy + Hibernation) starts for the Hockey Bros! A prank war ensues. Raj and Alejandro talk in the rec room and Raj braids his hair. Harold encounters a mysterious shop, which happens to be owned by Leonard. He sells him a cure for vampirism that must be blessed by a cleric. Wayne and Harold visit a church together in an attempt to cure the latter of his vampirism. The cleric there is able to bless the vial Harold gives him. Lightning gains a new friend, a piglet named Waddles.

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JUST REALIZED THE FULLY IMPULSE EXCERPT I WROTE TODAY OF MY STORY WORKS FOR THE @oc-tober2023 CHALLENGE PROMPT DAY 5: CHOICE

Here, Jared might have supposed, was when it had all gone wrong. If he had been thinking about that sort of thing. He was rather busy being interrupted from his pitch, however, by the feeling of cold steel against his throat.

"Turn around, slowly, with your hands in the air." A voice growled into his ear. He did as commanded, and came face to face with the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in his life. Unfortunately, said man was the one holding the knife. Should have seen that one coming, really. The knife twisted in his grip as Jared turned, following his movement with precision and ease.

"What do you want from me?" Jared demanded, eyes narrowing.

"Depends on how you want to play this."

Jared blinked. Fucking helpful response.

The man only stared back at him, his dark eyes piercing and cold. "You can listen to me, and get out of here alive, or you can do something stupid."

"You must not know me very well," said Jared, grinning. "I love doing stupid things."

"Is it worth your life?"

"Depends on how you want to play this," responded Jared in a mocking tone.

The stranger didn't look very impressed with him. "This was a bust," Came his only reply.

"What, you kidnapping me? Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure you'll intimidate the next guy."

"No-" The man's tone was getting more exasperated by the second. "I mean your deal. It was going to get busted. Look."

He grabbed Jared by the shirt and pulled him closer, then down, to the ground where Jared's potential client now lay. Apparently he'd been on the concrete the whole time. Poor guy. Jared's would-be kidnapper reached under the guy's shirt with his free hand, pulling out a thin cord that soon revealed a rather familiar-looking box.

He's mic'd up. I'm gonna say it one more time, to get it through your thick skull- you were gonna get fucking busted by the cops."

"Huh," said Jared. This was starting to get serious, and his brain ran a mile a minute trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. "Okay... Well thanks for rescuing me, I guess. I'll be going now."

He started to back up, but the grip on his shirt tightened, and suddenly- ah, yes, the knife. There it was again.

"Look, I couldn't take out everyone. They're gonna get suspicious any minute now, and I need to get you out of here."

"And you thought the best way to convince me was threats of violence? You're not really inspiring any trust in me, here."

"Most people respond pretty well to that sort of thing."

"I don't even know where to start with that logic, man."

A shout rang out somewhere nearby, and the man's eyes widened. "Can we argue about my trustworthiness when we're not about to get shot at?" He hissed, gesturing with his hand in the direction of the noise.

Jared took the distraction for what it was and peeled off, sprinting as fast as he could from the stranger. Or I can just escape everyone involved and let that random dude handle the cops, He thought to himself as he ran.

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"Those two weren't the only ones, and now we've definitely attracted attention. If you go off on your own, you're not going to survive." The voice whispered in his ear again, and Jared shivered.

Great, it had to be the weirdo who made it out. Jared almost wished it had been one of the cops. Almost.

"Doesn't seem like-" Jared wheezed, "- I'll survive if I go with you, either."

Jared felt himself be bodily lifted and flipped, and suddenly he was staring deep into those dark eyes again. The man's face was half shadowed, leaving only pinprick pebbles in the night piercing into him.

"I promise that my current intent is to keep you alive, Jared Al-Noor."

"It's-" Jared coughed a little. This was getting embarrassing. "It's not helping your case that you know my name."

The man released him and stood up in one fluid movement, and offered out a hand. "I'm not good with people, but I do my homework."

"Why me?"

"I can explain that if you let me get you out of here."

Jared eyed the hand warily but took it, letting the tall stranger pull him up. "What's your name?"

"Is that really relevant?"

"If you want me to follow you so bad, yeah."

There was silence for a beat as the man seemed to think on his choices. "It's Damien. Now come on."

And Jared followed him.

[beegswaz]

Something went wrong somewhere along the fight, whether it be the fact Tangy has a chunk of what used to be a passenger side door stuck in his left side, or the broken right arm he's currently sporting. Schematics, really.

Either way, he is incredibly fucked. He's already gone numb from the adrenaline, but the sun is slowly going down and he can't see well in the dark and he needs to get the fuck out of there.

The steadily approaching tire screeches are like a fucking sign from Heaven, woe, Amalia be upon ye. Maybe he believes in divine intervention just a little bit after this. Just a bit.

Tangy doesn't stick around to see her show up, they don't need to see him like this, though he's also not keen on getting his ass chewed out by Amalia for letting things get that bad.

He doesn't even know how things got that bad. Maybe it was the fact he didn't have Cero screaming into his ear to "Get the fuck out of dodge" and to "Move his scrawny ass." Maybe he was just preoccupied with something else. He was never the best about paying attention.

Which is precisely why he's now outside of Moxie's bedroom window and shit, he definitely doesn't want to make Mox to deal with him right now. He's a big boy, he can stitch up his own wounds and make his own cast and wallow in his own misery in Amalia's apartment on the floor of her bathroom.

Except he can't stitch up wounds, make casts, or go to Amalia's apartment. And he can't go home so Kat can deal with him and he can't go live on Cero's floor and he can't go to the hospital even if any of those options should be before Moxie logically.

Maybe he just wants to see Moxie. Tangy's never been good about thinking rationally when Moxie is always an option.

"Fuck! Tangy, you good??"

Shit, yeah, he's outside of Moxie's bedroom.

"Yeah! Yeah... I'm fine just uh, shit, forget I was here. Sorry Mox. Uhm.. shit." Tangy winces, and prays on more divine intervention just so Moxie doesn't notice it.

Moxie does, because he always does, and gets a good look at Tangy despite his status of curling in on himself and his arm shouldn't fucking bend like that and that is too much blood to pass off as a cut and is that a sheet of metal Tangy what did you fucking do get in here oh my God don't be dying please don't be dying–

He doesn't verbalise any of this, because Tangy looks like he's about to bolt the moment Moxie says anything, so he settles for giving him a look between panicked and upset as he slams open his window with, admittedly, too much force. But his boyfriend is currently bleeding out in front of his room, so he should be cut a little bit of slack at least.

This was a shit idea, Moxie doesn't even know first aid and he can't drag all of the medical supplies in the house to his room without some suspicion, but he can't let Tangy fuck off somewhere.

Because he knows Tangy, and he knows he's not going to Kat or Amalia or Cero if he leaves. And Moxie knows he doesn't want to see him on the news.

"...Mox I don't want to get blood all over everything," He wheezes out, pitching over slightly. "I'd feel bad."

"Well don't, now get in here, Tangy."

Tangy gives up all apprehension suddenly, too tired to fight Moxie on it. He just awkwardly uses his left hand to half crawl his way in while he gets guided to the floor.

Moxie shuts the window and immediately goes back to focusing on Tangy, who seems a lot worse now that he's not intentionally hiding his injuries. And seeing them all makes him realise how under-qualified he is for this.

Tangy closes his eyes and lets out a weak wheeze.

"Sorry Mox.."

"Tangy if you keep apologising I'll kick your ass."

Tangy sniffles and laughs a bit, before descending into a coughing fit.

"I'd let you, y'know."

Moxie huffs, vaguely amused and annoyed, before opening his door and sliding out. Not before telling Tangy he'll be back, though.

The door shuts softly, and everything hits Moxie. Fuck, he doesn't even know how to stitch up wounds, and his stomach most definitely needs stitches. He feels like throwing up.

[laeorinel]

FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 7 - Noisome

Thancred recoiled a little as he uncorked the vial Urianger had given him. The noisome smell filled his nose, and he felt his stomach twist uncomfortably, which was impressive considering the places he had to go to in his line of work: sewers, battlefields, prison camps, science labs filled to the brim with Garlean abominations, the list was extensive.

He placed the vial on a tray alongside the few other medicines Urianger had given him as he waited for his stomach to settle. He could only hope the foul substance tasted better than it smelled. Why did the best medicines always smell or taste absolutely horrid? He was almost thankful he was not the vict-…patient this time. Almost. He would gladly have spared the actual patient their current discomfort.

A few coughs and groans of discomfort drew his eyes back towards the bedroom door as if on cue. As he shuffled around the tiny kitchen area in Samara's apartment, he quickly removed the kettle from the stove just before it started to whistle. Urianger had recommended he prepare some ginger tea to help with any nausea the medicine brought on. The smell of freshly cut ginger alone was much preferred to the vial of foul medicine.

Placing the cup of freshly brewed on the tray, Thancred returned to the room, carefully balancing the tray in one hand as he picked up a bowl of clean water and a clean washcloth in the other. Samara's residence was a little cramped despite technically being over two floors. Most of the apartment was taken up by her workshop, with only a few small rooms on the upper floor actually making up her living quarters, the acrid smells of the various dyes, oils and materials used in her armour crafting and smithing occasionally wafting up from below.

Peeking around the door, he looked towards the bed in the far corner. He could just about see the ridge of Samara's horns sticking out from beneath the three blankets she was bundled up in. He could hear the faint wheezing sounds of her breathing; it did not sound any better than before he left to see Urianger, but it did not sound any worse.

"I'm back, love. How are you feeling? Urianger brewed up some medicines that should help."

A groan and a half-hearted struggle beneath the covers is the only response.

With a sigh, he moves over and sets the tray and bowl down on the crate used as a side table. "Not any better then. Do you need help sitting up?"

A few mumbled groans were the only response he got as she slowly arranged herself so that she could pull herself up using the headboard of her bed. Her head poked out of the blanket nest she had made, and she looked just about as wretched as she did earlier. Watery eyes, flushed skin, scales looking slightly discoloured in places. Placing a hand on Samara's forehead, Thancred couldn't help but frown. The fever still had not broken. It had been a few days of the fever getting slightly better, then worsening again.

This was the downside to living at least some of the time in a major port city. Whatever illnesses or diseases were about spread like wildfire among the population. The current strain of flu making its way through the population was particularly troublesome. While most of the Hyur, Roedagyn and Elezen populations were fine, getting off with little more than a light cold, Miqo'te, Hrothgar, Lalafell, and Au ra had it worse. Au ra, in particular, were suffering from it the worst. Most Au ra had not been in Eorzea long enough to build up any resistance to local illnesses. Even Samara, who had been here a few years, was laid low by it.

"Let us hope Urianger's alchemy skills are enough to help. I would rather not have to request the aid of the alchemists guild. Their guild master may be caught up in his experiments too much to care about coin, but the one who handles the guild's business dealings knows how to charge for their expertise." he picked up the foul vial of medicine and held it out towards Samara.

She took the offered vial with a shaky hand, looking at it dubiously as the smell hit her, making a face of disgust before taking a deep breath and downing the contents in one go. Naturally, this was followed by her letting out what Thancred assumed was a long string of Auri and Doman curse words.

"Gods…just end me…" Samara moaned as she flopped back onto the bed.

Thancred chuckled as he took the empty vial back. "Sorry love, I care about you far too much to let that happen. Now, budge over and let me join you."

Samara held out a hand to stop him before another coughing fit hit, spluttering out a few words in between coughs. "No…you'll get sick…"

Thancred took hold of her hand and lay a kiss against the back before physically helping her move further along in the bed before she could really protest, bringing the bowl of fresh water and washcloth with him. "Worth it. Besides, did we not take vows of a sort? In sickness and in health and all that."

He was met with a bunch of muffled curses as she curled back up among the blankets, her hand still being held by Thancred as she lost her battle against sleep.

"Rest, love, I'll be here."

[withdrawingramen]

anger ( whumpril )

@whumpril - d6 - bad coping mechanisms. this one's a little shorter than usual and a bit late too but yoinks CW: perspective of whumper, lady/female whump, whump of a minor ( 17 y/o), general beating & tasing, authoritative & strict whumper w/ somewhat of a conscience, whumper w a shitty childhood (lol) Kurai walked hurriedly though the halls, storming through them, rather. His hands curled into tight fists, itching to get his hands on something, anything. He should've kept away from his mother after all. "Kurai...once I get out, you'll help your mother, right?" He had no obligation to help that woman. The woman who ruined his innocence, his childhood. The woman who drank day in and day out, despite her empty promises. He would never file for a prison visit for her again. He made his way towards 79's room, fumbling for the keycard. This was his only outlet. Nobody would dare question the girl if she showed up to her shifts all bloody and battered, the only assumption being she'd done something to deserve it. After all, did a demon have to do something to truly deserve a beating? The halls were half empty during lunch break, so he wouldn't have to deal with the guard that stood ground outside 79's room. Kurai stopped briefly before using the keycard, flexing his knuckles. They'd most likely cause inconvenience later. He stepped in, noticing the girl arranging her bed. She instantly turned to look at him the moment the door creaked open. Kurai made sure he'd locked it from the inside. As if he hadn't been fuming with anger a few moments ago, he tucked his hands into his pocket.

Breathe. You'll need it later. He told himself before exhaling, and looking his subordinate in the eye. "What are you doing?" "I just...came back from my shift. I'm cleaning up." The girl spoke flatly, breaking eye contact and continuing with her current task. Her thin hands moved along with her, silently folding the mattress. He'd rather see her hands tremble beneath her own weight. "Good. That means there's nothing you need to do later in the day." Kurai spoke, now folding up his sleeves. He watched 79 slowly back away as he approached her. "No...why?" "Then you don't have to worry about the pain till tomorrow." The girl's lips parted, realizing her predicament. His fist collided with her cheek the next moment. Kurai watched her stumble back, eyes wide in surprise. He grabbed her by the collar, kneeing her right below the solar plexus. 79 let out a small squeal, crumbling to the ground when he let go of her. The girl coughed and spluttered before his feet, clutching her stomach. Control. Control was what he needed, and this is how he would get it.

Kurai didn't exactly keep track of what he did to her in the next few minutes, but he knew the damage he was doing. Every time she curled in on herself when he kicked her, every time she screamed or cried out in the moment of everything, every hit he landed harder than the last. Kurai ignored her pleas and soft repetitions of "I didn't do anything this time." He kneeled before her ridiculously thin, wheezing frame on the floor, bloody fist now retracting. "Why-?" The girl croaked out, blood coating her hair and face, dripping down her mouth and nose. Tears mixed with with red ran down her cheeks as she glared at him with trembling eyes. "What?"

"Why are you doing this to me?!" She yelled out, voice cracking, clearly glazed with pain. Kurai drove his fist into her torso, hearing a slight crack followed by her half scream-sob. "Sorry. Didn't mean to hit that hard." He mumbled, and stepped a few blocks back to catch his breath, as if recovering from an hour long workout.

"Because.." He started off, recalling how his mother demanded he fuel her alcohol addiction even in prison. Send me a few bottles, she'd said. Kurai gazed at the ground, suddenly urging himself to avoid the girl's eyes. "I visited my mom in prison after a while, today. She successfully pissed me off. She hasn't changed a bit." He looked up at the girl, gaping at him in what she found to be mixture of disbelief and exhaustion. "I'm really, really angry." Kurai stated matter-of-factly. He pulled out the taser from his uniform, watching 79 scoot away till her back hit the wall. "No. Nonono. Please. Don't use that. Please!" 79 begged, half sobbing and coughing. For some reason, that made him feel shitty and he couldn't figure out why. "Bear it." Kurai spoke. He thrust the taser into her probably, no, most definitely injured ribs, watching her scream and writhe beneath the current. A few more seconds passed before he granted her relief. Kurai got up, fixing his uniform and caressing his bruised knuckles. The girl had curled in on herself, convulsing and gasping for air. Kurai ran a hand through his hair, hoping the frustration would seep out of him moments later. He unlocked the door, walking out of the room, leaving the youngster to steam in her own suffering. Yet somehow, now that it was over, Kurai felt even worse than before. This inevitably called for a call with his counsellor, it seemed.

[wistsandmagic]

Currently trying to not die due to wildfire smoke outside. Everything is nothing BUT smoke outside and my lungs hate me for it. I coughed all the way home from work, while in a fully-enclosed car. Now I am purring and wheezing like I'm in the middle of an all-day asthma attack and my sinuses and ear on the right side feel like they are about to burst out of my head. ...granted, part of that may be because of the BROKEN WISDOM TOOTH on that side (don't worry it's getting removed on the 6th -- just in case I get hold of tumblr afterward, do not judge me, I react very strangely to anesthetic) which I am still pretty sure only broke due to immune system fuckery from me having COVID in January....but. Y'know. Right now my concern is all of the pain my face and chest are in due to SMOKE. I'm tempted to sit with a menthol rag tied to my face just so I can have SOME semblance of breath.

....and this is in a house with very, very good insulation and a functional HEPA filter in the central air conditioning AND two air purifiers going in the house. (Thank you so much to my roommate and best friend for having these ready and ON, even though I know you're not quite as affected by this mess as I am and I am probably freezing you at this point <3)

I feel absolutely terrible for the people who don't live in a house like this, or don't have as many aids to help with a lung disability. I've been there. My parents' house has none of this. Nothing. I feel so bad for the people dealing with this. AQI is sitting at 184 here. Please stay safe.

[sublieu]

IF YOU CAN STILL REMEMBER THE MK X LISTENER PLOT, UH- CAN YOU MAKE IT? You can have your own version of it!

╰┈➤❝ [⋆· *Demi Demon Ruts༉‧₊˚.] ¡! ❞

Warnings: cumflation, cunnilingus, [semi] finger fucking, flirty/perverted Mk, ruts, marking

A.n: I'm still gonna do a fic on him. Don't think I'm not gonna.

Mentions: @mortal-mayhem @zmzsnakes @yellowaxol @fallenplantation

Ah yes, the time of mating season, where demons, animals, gods and goddesses come together to be rid of their awful punishment their body decides to lay upon them.

But for Mk, this affected him worse.

He could barely concentrate on working, helping and partying. It was as if the whole world was colliding in on him, and now he's stuck in his room hiding away and trying to bear through the suffering.

Mk was confused, everything felt fuzzy and dizzy. The room had an unbearably thick smell, as if you were there attempting to comfort him as he wore your favorite oversized shirt that you 'borrowed' from him. Until Wukong showed up.

"Kid, you've been missing trainin- jesus christ did you spray the place or something?!"

Wukong yells as he coughs and wheezes, Mk just hid deeper inside him fluffy blanket, he felt as if he was gonna die from embarrassment when everything suddenly clicked for the golden brown monkey.

"Mk, are you going through a *pfft* rut?"

He stutters as he fails to hide his laughter, plopping down on his bed whilst continuing to laugh at the brunette's misery. Patting down his back and hearing him purr shortly after.

"How is this even possible?! I'm not even a demon much less a demigod!" "Well, technically.. you are a demigod, but that still means you're gonna suffer ruts like every other demon does."

Wukong sighs and pulls the blanket away, his heart breaking when he sees how much poor Mk was suffering as tears ran down his eyes. Silently sobbing as he held his knees together to ease the pain for him in a way.

"Kid, I can find a way to help you deal with your situation buuutttt it's gonna cost you" "Anything Wukong please!"

Mk sobs and begs, the demon groans as he scratches his head, looking for bugs as gets up and summons his Nimbus to collect some ingredients.

"You're gonna need to isolate yourself for atleast 2 weeks, not only that, you have to keep physical touch to an absolute low. Which means your little girlfriend and your friends are gonna have to keep a far distance from you for the time being" Wukong starts as he picks up and empty bottle he could find around Mk's room that he wasn't using at the moment.

Mk laid there as he tried to rest, his eyes slowly starting to drift as Wukong's last sentence was a blur.

"Oh and do not touch yourself, no jerking off nothing. Understand? I'll tell Pigsy and your friends to let you rest for the next 2 weeks" the demon continues and stands on his Nimbus before flying off to let his apprentice rest.

Diary entry #1

So I just cleaned up my room (finally) and is currently eating noodles Pigsy made for me. Honestly if it wasn't for him Mei would have to cook and I'm scared of her cooking cus the last time the fish stew she made for me actually bit on my fork. IT BIT MY FORK. Signing off, finna watch tawog and get some more rest -Mk.

Diary entry #2

Y/n just came by my house to drop off groceries today, honestly I love her so so much, she even got me my favorite chocolate too! I'm gonna repay her one day, I'm saving up to buy her V.I.P tickets to that new movie [movie name] that she's been talking about. Lets hope I can save enough to buy her something after. Signing off today again to rest -Mk

Diary entry #3

Just came out of the shower, honestly the cold feels nice for once. I couldn't help but think about y/n today again! I wonder what she's doing? probably playing games or reading something, I just love how cute she looks whenever she's doing something. I could listen to her talk all day and still say nothing cus she's so cute! Signing off today, gonna make some food and go sleep -Mk.

Diary entry #4

I woke up to my 'friend' today, obviously I didn't want y/n or anyone else to come and see me like this. Who knows what they could think! so I touched myself for the first in weeks, I might buy y/n those cute paw stockings she loves so much -Mk.

Diary entry #5

It happened again when I was showering, first I'm thinking about making breakfast and now I'm thinking about y/n bending over just to reach the sugar container. God the way she looks in that cute miniskirt she always wear around the house just makes me feel... fuzzy... -Mk

Diary entry #6

... Nothing new today, same old thing. Read, eat, watch a movie and text y/n.

Diary entry #7

I'm calling her... I can't stand staying in this fucking house alone

Mk writes and proceeds to reach for his phone when out of the blue, Wukong contacts him to check in on how he's doing; Stirring what seems to be a pot in the background as Mk continues looking on his phone.

"Hey Mk!! How ya holding up?"

Wukong starts and wipes a sheen of sweat from his face. Mk responds with an I'm good as he calls y/n, as if completely ignoring his question and paying attention to you.

"M'doin great, You wouldn't mind coming over for some video games or something? - No no it's just the two of us! Promise! - You will? Aww thanks, I'll unlock the door k?"

Mk smiles and hangs up his phone, leaving Wukong confused and slightly worried.

"Mk. who exactly are you calling over?"

He asks and stops stirring as he looks around the boy's room then back to him when he notices how fidgety his fingers were before putting two and two together.

"Mk. No-" "Oh cmon Wukong! I won't bite, too hard atleast" "Mk I'm serious- DON'T YOU DARE HANG UP ON M-"

Wukong threatens before being hung up by Mk, stirring even faster in an attempt to hurry and bring back the medicine when Xi stopped him and told him to stir as gently as possible.

Whilst you stood at Mk's doorway, fixing yourself one last time before hearing his door click and open to see him heaving and wheezing as if he just ran down the steps. You giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek and entered the well lit house, completely ignorant to the sound of his door clicking and locking.

"So what're you planning to play first? Dance dance revo 3 or Wukong mashup?"

You'd start up a conversation as you were ready to setup his gaming station, placing the games on his carpet when he kneels down beside you to pick. Ultimately choosing dance dance revo.

After hours and hours of just you two giggling and having fun, Wukong texts Mk stating he's almost done making the remedy. Ignoring the message and paying attention to you as you continued dancing.

The way how you were just so steady to the beat, your boobs would jiggle to the slightest movement of your body alongside the sheer amount of sweat you were producing. He was in awestruck as you sat down on the carpet for a breather.

(ง•ᴥ•)ง♪ (◕3◕)╯♫ (¬ᴥ¬)◠◡ ♬ (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)╯♩ 「ᵔᴥᵔ」♫ (¬ᴥ¬) ♬ (ツ)♭

Your bra would reveal itself to the white shirt you were wearing, making you all the more delectable for him. Mk was already struggling just seeing you move and now this? it was almost as if you were subtly punishing him. Whilst distracted, you crawled in between his legs to hug his waist and giggled after he looked down at you, god you were just so cute, how could anyone resist you?

He gave you a quick forehead kiss before slowly trailing down to your lips, things already getting heated between you both as you were quick to take off the other's clothes, leaving you both naked and flustered.

His hands would grab hold of your butt and pulled you closer to him, sloppy, wet kisses would trail from your lips all the way to your chest as he puts his hand down your panty. His cock throbbing and leaking pre the more he played with your body.

Heavy, ragged breaths escaped your lips as you attempt to close your legs. Only for him to pry them open and go down to your dripping pussy, kissing your tummy and licking your clit, sucking on the bud as he pushed two fingers inside. Chuckling at your whimpers and pleas.

You looked so pretty from this view, little tears running down your eyes as you bit your finger hard enough to leave it slightly bleeding. But you couldn't care at the moment as his tongue was already past your slit and inside your velvety walls, until he stopped, popping his tongue and licking his lips as he pulled you closer; His cock pressing at your little bundle of sensitive nerves.

Mk would push the tip inside before snapping his hips upwards inside, making you jump whilst Mk pushed you back down on the carpet. He snickered and kissed your forehead as he held your hand and cooed praises at you, your pleas for him to fuck you comforting him as he gave you a soft thrust up inside you.

You were always wondering why he wore his hair upwards if he looked so cool, and now you finally got the reason why; His sharp teeth alongside the subtle glow of his eyes left you in fear and pleasure.

As your legs wrapped around his waist, it seemed as if he picked up in speed. His thrusts getting faster and rougher as you played with his hair, your moans of his name slip off your tongue like butter as you'd clench your toes from the thrilling pleasure. Your eyes flashing to white when you came for the first time, clawing at your neck and grabbing onto his hair to limit his movements. That ultimately not working as he kept pounding your pussy like it was a toy.

He kept muttering your name as if you were about to disappear if he didn't hold onto you long enough, moaning about how snug and inviting your body was, as if you like molding jelly. Soft to the touch and comfortable to hold, almost like a pillow.

You gave him a soft kiss which he immediately returns, his hands securely colliding your hips to his, you were gonna have marks later for sure you thought.

"Keep going~" "You're doing so so good Mk~"

You whisper to his ear, cooing and coddling him even though he's fucking to cloud-9. Your hands reaching to hold his as your climax was coming closer and closer, almost feeling him kissing your womb as you told him to go faster. Throwing your head back and looking into his eyes a second time, seeing that the glow changed to pink and his growling was being ever so evident. Was he staring at you or was he so distracted by your body he couldn't even look at you. But he was actually close to cumming soon too, getting ready to flood your ovaries with his sticky, warm cum.

Your eyes were flashing to white again, your manicured nails digging into his flesh and leaving cuts all over his arms as he fucked every bit of his cum inside. Your belly bloating as he rested on your chest after pulling out, most of his cum seeping out of you and onto the carpet you shared as you both started laughing and share a kiss.

"Didn't your mentor say that we shouldn't be around each other for two weeks?" "Honestly fuck him" "Wooooow real fucking nice Mk"

Wukong sarcasticly speaks up and caused you two to jump up and scramble to cover up. He sighs and throws the bag of pills and liquid for Mk to hold as he made orange juice.

"You guys even fucked on the carpet, seriously? the carpet? Couldn't you have atleast done it on the couch? And you call me and macaque fucking animals".

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[sickficsies-and-whumpsies]

hey there! If you’re interested in writing it, could you write something about Taichi dealing with asthma and having the support of Shirabu / the rest of the Shiratorizawa team? Either platonic or romantic is fine—and only if you’re interested in this prompt at all, of course! Thanks so much for generously accepting requests, and I hope you have a great day :)

Hello there!! Poor Kawanishi, I feel bad for hurting him a second time hahah... I hope you have a great day too!!

TW: asthma attack.

1.2k words, Gen.

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"Hey there, you doing okay?" 

Kawanishi nods, coughing into his elbow, cheeks flushed as he tries to soothe the itch in hia throat, to no avail. Shirabu doesn't look quite convinced.

"Did you catch a cold, Tai?"

"N-no." he manages, and coughs again, "S'probably the dust."

"Ah. Are you allergic?"

"I'mー"

The captain yelling at them to start running cuts Kawanishi off. He sighs, and starts running, pace slow but sustained. 

The boy is fully acquainted with the symptoms he's experiencing, but he doesn't want to alarm anyone. After all, two of his classmates have fallen sick with colds in the past week, so Kawanishi is not entirely convinced that the cause of his discomfort must necessarily be asthma.

He's been asthmatic since birth, but after years spent inhaling corticosteroids and being dragged to the beach whenever his parents had a free weekend, his doctor had decided that he was fit to practice sports, provided that he'd always carry an emergency quick-relief inhaler with him.

And Kawanishi does, to this day, have his. It's in the back pocket of his backpack, new and functioning, ready to be used. The young player only uses it occasionally, maybe once a week, when the train is cramped and the air is thin and, most importantly, when his teammates are out of sight.

It's not that Kawanishi is ashamed of his asthma, per se. He just doesn't want anyone to know. Coach Washijou probably knows, and so does Coach Saitou, since they both have access to his medical files for safety reasons. Still, none of them are present today, so Kawanishi prays that he'll make it to the end of practice without further incidents.

Which, of course, isn't the case.

He's been running for about three minutes when his vision begins to swim and grey, head pounding, lungs tight. He stops.

Fuck. Okay. Calm down, Taichi. Stay calm, man.

His hands shake, fingertips blue, coldー he's learnt to recognize the symptoms, he's been trained to. Kawanishi's ears seem to have gone deaf, the only sound he can hear being the incessant, increasingly-fast hammering of his heart.

He can't breathe. Shit, he can't breathe.

Distantly, he hears some kind of muttering, drowned out and foreign. His head pounds, light, and he doesn't even feel it as his body plummets to the ground, his back taking the brunt of the fall as something prevents his head from smacking against the floor. Not that he realises that.

"...ichi, Taichi, hey! Taichi!" someone above him shrills and oh, only now Kawanishi realises that he's lying down. Which is absolutely terrible.

Someone quickly drags him into a sitting position, and Kawanishi briefly wonders if there's a mind-reader among the team.

Tendou. It must be Tendou. It's always Tendou. Definitely Tendou.

"...mbulance?"

"I don't know, heー"

And Kawanishi recognises that voice. "K-Kenjirou?" he wheezes, blind eyes trying to make out the shape of his friend.

"Yeah, it's me." he says, and Kawanishi swears he can perceive a hint of relief in his voice. "What's happening? Can you talk to me?"

And he wishes he could, but he can't. He coughs, punctuating that thought. His lungs burn, starved, and his throat is surely bleeding by now, copper filling his mouth, sour on his taste buds. He coughs and sputters, weak, eyes bloodshot and watery. 

Panic seizes at his chest, already too tight, and suddenly he's on a whole new level of oxygen-starvation. He pants, blinking the tears away, his wrapped index finger frantically pointing in the vague direction of the locker room.

"Ambulance will be here in five!! They said to ask him if he has asthma, they think that may be it!!" 

God bless you, Goshiki. Eternal joy and fortune to you.

Kawanishi nods fast, still coughing and wheezing, and his arm lowers inevitably. His body feels heavy, lungs filled with lead, throat burning and oozing crimson. 

Dark-grey eyes inexorably start to close, eyelids fluttering, consciousness slipping away. That is, before a pair of strong hands grips at Kawanishi's shoulders and shakes him awake, abruptly, insistently.

"No no no, don't pass out, idiot." Shirabu hisses, worry seeping through his words, "Hey! Do you have an inhaler here? Taichi! Yes or no? Do you have it!?"

Kawanishi groans, coughing. He opens his mouth, the air he inhales harsh against his sore throat.

He coughs again. "B-backpack..."

"Backpackー backpack!! Get his backpack, quick!!" Shirabu barks, and Kawanishi manages to spot an unusually frantic Ushjima sprinting towards the lockers. If he had any strength left, he'd smile.

It's not even twenty seconds later, spent sputtering and gasping for oxygen, that Ushijima rushes back inside the gym, skidding against the floor as he empties the contents of his friend's bag. Shirabu, against whom Kawanishi is propped up currently, extends a hand and starts to search the pockets.

His face lights up as he feels the object, quick to extract it from the pocket and press it against Kawanishi's mouth.

"There you go, come on."

It's not that easy, actually. Kawanishi wishes people knew.

But he tries. He tries and fails once, twice, three times, before he manages a shallow inhale that leaves him reeling, the sudden rush of oxygen making his head spin, dizzy. 

"One more time." Shirabu instructs.

"You're going to be okay." Ushijima adds, calm façade crumbling slightly.

Tendou nods in agreement. "Yeah, you got this, buddy!!" he says, squeezing his knee.

Kawanishi tries to ignore the fact that his teammates are gathered around him like vultures waiting for a prey to exhale its last breath.

Ironic imagery, he thinks, mildly amused.

He breathes the medication in, lungs opening ever so slightly, letting more sweet air rush into them, his muscles relaxing at the welcomed presence.

The boy isn't sure how, but Shirabu manages to send everyone but Ushijima away, out of the gym, with a silent stare. He admires the man, that's for sure.

"You idiot." 

Okay, he wasn't expecting it. "Wh-wha'?"

"You. Idiot. Why did you think that keeping your asthma a secret would be a good idea? Thanks for the trauma, man."

"S'rry. S'my files."

"I don't have access to those, idiot!!" Shirabu seethes, "Next time, I'm letting you die."

"Didn't ya wa-want toー" he wheezes, "to become a doctor or s'mething?"

"Yeah, but I'm not your doctor."

"You sh-should cure everyone."

"Not you. You're on my blacklist!!"

Kawanishi laughs at that, regretting the action when his head spins and his ribs shift. 

Ushijima stays silent, but his presence is reassuring, calming, grounding. That's why Shirabu had wanted him to stay, Kawanishi thinks.

"Dun need a' ambulance. M'okay." he says, weak, voice rasped and thick.

Shirabu frowns, unamused. "Too bad. You're letting the EMTs check you over and if they say you need a hospital, you are going. Or I will make you."

"G-geez, so vi-v-violent..." he grins.

The other does, too, after a second. Ushijima even cracks a tiny, crooked smile, but it lasts too little for Kawanishi to decide if it's real, or just a vision courtesy of his blurry eyes.

Soon enough, there's sirens blaring in the background, and EMTs rushing through the door. 

Kawanishi, to be fair, isn't a fan. But his friend's hand in his as he's loaded onto the stretcher is enough for him to finally take a deep breath.

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September 4, 2021.

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Second Chance Romance.

A/N: I’ve decided to go into my own little TRR/TRH world and create an AU. This will be fun! So; Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Explicit. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Dawkins (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,195 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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I AM UNAPOLOGETICALLY NSFW! READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED!

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Chapter 10.) The Engagement.

It happened. It finally happened. Marquise kept his promise to her. She is about to be his wife and queen. Shanelle just couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that it would happen. After 2 years of being apart, they are going to be married. Not to mention that she will eventually be the queen of an entire country.

But at the moment she was still jumping up and down screaming.

“YES! YES! YES! YES! FINALLY! I GOT MY MAN! HE’S OFFICIALLY MINE!” She screamed excitedly. She was dancing when there was a knock at her door. When she opened it, Hana was on the other side.

“CONGRATULATIONS SWEETHEART! I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” Hana exclaimed as the two best friends hugged.

“Hana it happened! He chose me! He actually chose me!” Shanelle said to her.

“I know! Oh my God! We have a wedding to plan!”

“Yes, yes we do! Ohhh my God! I’m getting married!”

That’s when Tanya walked up with a big smile on her face.

“Congratulations Shanelle! You did it!” Tanya said to Shanelle.

“Thank you Tanya! I couldn’t have gotten this far without you by my side.”

As she said that, Maxwell’s voice cut through the air, as he came running around the corner with Drake in tow.

“SHAAAAAAAAAAANEEEEELLLLLEEEEEEEE! YOU DID IT! CONGRATULATIONS!” He said as he picked her up and spun her around. When he put her down, she was in tears.

“Oh no! Did I hurt you?” He asked.

“No. I’m just so grateful for you. Without you I wouldn’t have come back. I had moved on. I thought he had as well. But you…you brought me back. You promised me that he would make it right. And now…he’s mine. He’s finally mine.” She said through the tears.

“Congratulations Dawkins! I’m happy for you and Marquise. It will be good to finally see him happy.” Drake said to her as they embraced.

“Thanks Walker. If anyone knows him, it’s you. Your support means more than you know.” She said to him.

“And now the real work begins. You’re no longer a suitor, Shanelle. You’re the next queen. We have A LOT of work to do but for now…we celebrate!” Tanya said.

“Now…let’s go get us a little bit of the bubbly!” Maxwell said.

“Yes! We have to celebrate! This is huge!” Shanelle said in agreement. That’s when Shanelle’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Marquise.

“What is it?” Hana asks her.

“It’s Marquise. He wants to talk. So you all go celebrate. And I’ll catch up with you all later.” Shanelle replied.

She knew she had to go see him. After saying her goodbyes to her crew, she made her way to his office. When she got there, she was greeted by him and his parents. Marquise had a huge smile on his face.

“Hello My Future Queen.” He said as he hugged her.

“Hello to you my soon to be husband! And my future in laws.” She said as she greeted him and his parents.

“We are very happy for you, Lady Shanelle.” Queen Mother spoke to her.

“Thank you Queen Mother. It means a lot to me that you and King Father support us.”

“Please my dear, call me Regina. We’re about to be family after all.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Yes, this is a joyous moment for the Royal Family. But we have important business to discuss.” Constantine said to her.

“Yes sir I understand. I’m just trying to wrap my head around all of this. It’s exciting and overwhelming at the same time. And I still have to tell my family.” Shanelle said to King Father.

“Let’s sit down and get started, shall we?” Marquise said to everyone.

Once all were seated, Constantine cleared his throat then spoke sternly.

“Now Lady Shanelle, as happy as I and Queen Mother are for you and our son. You must understand, this will not be an ordinary marriage. You are entering an arena full of snakes, sharks and hyenas. You must be prepared for any and everything. Just because my son loves you and accepts you as queen, does not mean the court and the country will. Many are sure to be furious about your betrothal to my son.”

“With all due respect, I don’t care what the court thinks of me, your highness.”

“You should Lady Shanelle. Without the court’s support, you won’t have the support of the people. Many will turn against the Royal Family. To them you’re an untrained outsider who could potentially lead the country into ruin.” He warned her.

“That’s funny, father I don’t remember you giving Madeleine this speech.” Marquise told his father.

“That’s because Countess Madeleine has trained her entire life to handle the court as well as the duties and responsibilities of being queen. Lady Shanelle is not, my son.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t learn, King Father.” Shanelle said to Constantine.

“Yes Lady Shanelle, you can learn and that can be seen as your ultimate weakness. Out of all of my son’s suitors, you are the only one that isn’t of noble or Cordonian blood. That means something to the people and everything to the court.” Constantine told her.

“So what do you suggest, father? That I reverse my decision?” Marquise asked his father.

“Of course not. Your father supports you and Lady Shanelle. It’s just that you have to tread lightly, Marquise. The court is angry and the people are not convinced that Lady Shanelle is the one. You don’t want to make any of it worse.” Regina spoke up.

“So what do we do?” Shanelle asked.

“First thing is you will be given the title of Duchess and lands of your own by my son. Second, you’ll have to apply for citizenship here in Cordonia, if you haven’t already. Now, if you wish to Lady Shanelle, you can have dual citizenship. And of course you’ll have to debut to the entire court as the next queen, in which Regina and her staff will help your publicist coordinate and plan. Also, you’ll have to learn all of the duties and responsibilities of your future title, if you are to carry it.” Constantine replies.

“And what will you do father?” Marquise asks.

“I will try to drum up as much support as I can but I fear that the court still won’t welcome Lady Shanelle.” Constantine replies to his son.

“I will deal with the court myself.” Marquise tells his father. His tone laced with annoyance and frustration.

“I understand how you must be feeling my son but, you cannot force the court to accept Lady Shanelle. That will only alienate them. You need them. Swaying them in your favor, will sway the people in your favor.” Constantine told his son.

“Marquise, your father and I want you and Lady Shanelle to be happy and have a happy marriage together but, he’s right. You cannot force the court to accept her. It’s just not possible. Especially when many feel she isn’t worthy of her title or your hand.” Regina said to him.

Marquise knew deep down that they were right. Even if he didn’t like what they were saying.

“But why is that?” Shanelle asks.

“Because of your scandal, Lady Shanelle. Many in the court feel you can’t be trusted. And if the court can’t trust you, they won’t feel compelled to tell their people to trust you.” Regina replies.

Just as Shanelle was about to speak, Constantine had a coughing fit. When he stopped coughing, he was wheezing and looked tired.

“Father are you alright?” Marquise asks.

“Yes my son. I’ll be fine.” He replies before chuckling wryly, “it seems it’s past this old man’s bedtime. Regina and I should retire for the evening.”

“Yes you should, father. We’ll finish this conversation some other time.”

After saying their goodbyes and good nights, Regina and Constantine were gone, and it was just Shanelle and Marquise. She was finally able to let go of the breath she had been holding since she got to his office. Marquise wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him.

“Well that could’ve been worse…I guess.” She said as she leaned into his embrace.

“Yes it could have but you handled yourself very well, my queen.”

“Thank you. Although I get the distinct feeling that I’m still not wanted here.”

“Please don’t let what they said scare you, Shanelle.”

“But they’re right, Marquise. The court all but hates me and the people don’t trust or necessarily like me.”

She felt his arms tighten around her slightly. Feeling him be that close made her knees weak.

“You let me handle the court. All I want you to focus on, is what you’ll be wearing to your debut in a few days.”

“You’re joking right? I thought my debut was weeks out.”

“Not everything is a joke, my queen. Besides, I'm impatient. I don’t want to wait to show you off.”

“Impatient is an understatement. Do you really think that I’m ready?” She asks him.

“Yes my queen. You’re more than ready and capable.” He replies.

“Sooo…what does this debut entail? Besides a fancy ball and formal wear?” She asks. He snickers.

“You’ll be formally introduced to the court as Duchess Shanelle Dawkins, my future wife and Cordonia’s future queen.” He replies.

“Hmmmm…”

“What is it, my queen?” He asks her.

“Your father mentioned something about owning lands of my own. What did he mean by that?” She asks.

“Well in order to be Duchess, you have to have your own Duchy. That’s how this works.” He replies.

“You mean I get my own people, who will love and adore me for who I am while kissing and praising the ground I walk on?” She asks.

“First off, the only person who gets the honor of loving and adoring you for who you are, while praising and kissing the ground you walk on is me! Thank you very much! Secondly, yes having a duchy means that you get your own people.” He replied.

“Score! So when do I get this new duchy?” She asks.

“No time like the present.” He replies.

Marquise grabbed his laptop and sat down with Shanelle and began scanning a digital map of Cordonia. After looking for several minutes, Marquise found the perfect duchy for her.

“Ahhh…here is your new duchy my love, Valtoria.”

“It’s beautiful. But I’m not so sure I like the name.”

“Well change it.”

“Wait! I can do that?” She asks.

“Yes my love. This duchy is yours to do with however you see fit.” He replied.

“Sweet! Okay well, goodbye Valtoria and hello Volterias!”

“Unconventional name but I like it.”

“That’s only because you like me.”

“No, my queen. I don’t like you. I love you. There’s a difference.”

Shanelle just chuckled and shook her head at him.

“There goes that kingly charm again.”

“As long as it still works.” He said with a wink.

“This still feels like a fever dream to me. You and I will not only be married but we'll be king and queen of an entire country. I keep wanting someone to pinch me and wake me up.” She says to him.

“I know. But I promise you it’s real. When I gave you the necklace and bracelet, I not only promised you but I promised myself that I would make this our reality.”

“And you have. You kept your promise to me, Marquise.”

“Not yet I haven’t. You still don’t have a ring on your finger.”

“I don’t need one Marquise. I have your heart. That’s all I need.”

“Yes you do have my heart. But I’d also like you to have this.”

He stood up just so he could kneel down on one knee in front of her. Her mouth went dry and her jaw dropped to the floor.

“Marquise what are you doing?” She asks.

“Something I should’ve done 2 years ago, but I never got the chance to. My Love, My Queen, My Goddess I love you so much and so dearly. And I never want to let you go. My Queen I love your mind, your heart, your determination, your ambition, your compassion, your stubbornness, your strength, your eyes, your lips, your smile and I especially love your love for me. You inspire me. I’m a better man and king because of you. And I wanted to know if you…” He trailed off to her as he pulled a small black box out of his pocket.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” She asked him.

“Yes I am. Shanelle Raquel Dawkins, will you marry me?” He replied as he opened the small black box out of his pocket.

Inside the box is a flawless canary diamond engagement ring. She sat there with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! I will! I will marry you!” She exclaimed with tears rolling down her face.

After Marquise put the ring on her ring finger, he picked her up and spun her around before kissing her passionately. They were finally and officially engaged. Neither one of them couldn’t be happier.

[diorsho]

botany lessons

bingo slot: parallel universe

pairing: bakugou x reader 

words: 2.9k

warnings: hanahiki disease related things !!

Y/n knew something was wrong when she coughed. She knew she had been pushing her body lately, but she also knew that she could not get sick. It would put all her classmates at risk during finals season. She took the day off but her throat still felt scratchy.

The girl coughed throughout the night and barely got any sleep because of it. Bakugou helped Aizawa mix her get well concoction and the thought alone made her go into another coughing fit. They decided that if she got any worse that she should think about heading to Recovery Girl straight away. Though she hated the idea of going, Bakugou assured her that he would stay next to her the whole time. Y/n couldn't stop the blush from forming on her cheeks and the tightness of her chest.

Y/n hadn't told anyone about her crush on Bakugou and she planned to keep it that way. Feelings would only get in the way at this point in the school year. She already cared too much about the blond headed boy and was afraid that it showed, especially now with them being in their third year. 

She woke up in the middle of the night and struggled to sit up. Her chest felt like it was on fire and it heaved unevenly as she struggled to breath. She coughed until she couldn't anymore. Y/n laid on her side staring at her balled hands trying to catch her breath. She opened her hands and stared at her palms.

Her palms were speckled with blood and a single crumpled red petal.

Y/n went straight to the Recovery Girl because she was obviously sick. She began to ready her things to leave for a late night visit, knowing that she would have to wake the elderly woman. She was nearly down the stairs when the sound of footsteps scared her half to death. Bakugou stepped out from the shield of darkness and she breathed a sigh of relief. He grinned sheepishly at her.

"Sorry Princess..." His throat sounded sore and he began to cough. For a terrible moment Y/n thought she had given him her sickness. She wasn’t sure how she managed it but the h/c headed girl befriended him in their first year. "Don't worry it's just a cold." Bakugou shoved his hand in his pocket. "I was going to see Recovery Girl about it. Just making sure it’s nothin’ serious..." He said with hands shoved deep in pockets.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked momentarily, forgetting about her own predicament to make sure he was okay. Her chest began to grow heavy and a strange itching resided in her throat. She could only describe it as the feeling of something stuck in her throat, constantly choking despite nothing being there.

Bakugou waved her off with a small blush. "Don’t worry about me. You need to get better, Y/n," he reminded her. The way he said her name left her breathless. She could listen to it all day. Y/n agreed and the pair walked with Aizawa, who had been sleeping in the common room ever since Y/n started coughing, to the nurses office. "I'll be next to you the whole time, dummy.” He smiled so gently at her and she had to fight the urge to cough. The small smile never left his face as they walked to Recovery Girl. Y/n closed her eyes fighting off the choking feeling to remember the way his eyes gleamed in the near darkness. Perhaps the sweet little old lady would heal her and this would all be over.

The trio made their way to Recovery Girl’s office and Bakugou was quick to fall asleep as soon as his quick check up was done. Y/n felt herself tossing and turning in the small cot as more coughing made it uneasy to fall asleep. The coughing fits were violent and she felt her throat scream at her to stop, but her lungs weren’t getting oxygen. Aizawa stayed and moved a seat closer to her, grabbing her hand to try and help calm her. She was grateful. Her teacher tried whispering comforting words to the girl in distress as he soothed her hair. 

"Sorry," she apologized sincerely but hoarsely. "It really hurts, and it just doesn’t wanna stop," Y/n explained faintly remembering the petal she had found. She had never seen anything like it.

"Bakugou and you both. He sounded like he couldn't breathe last night." Aizawa said letting her go. Thoughts and worries of Bakugou flooded her mind and seemed to rewrite every cell in her body so that it only thought of him. "Maybe it's something going around." Y/n really hoped that her other classmates weren't coughing up flower petals. It was such an awful feeling.

She looked at the space where Bakugou was currently laying down, deep in slumber, and coughed. Y/n felt something land in her palms. This time she could feel multiple petals in her hand. Her teacher's ear peeked up at the sound. He asked if she wanted water, she nodded with her hands behind her back. She could feel petals in her hand.

"Yeah," Y/n said nervously, chest burning with every breath.

Aizawa got a bottle of water from the fridge in the office and handed it to the younger girl before sitting down next to her again. "I don't see anything physically wrong with you and Recovery Girl said you’d be fine..." Y/n's panic only grew in the garden that was now her chest. "If it continues, we should think about calling your guardians and maybe heading to the hospital." Y/n nodded as the petals shifted in her fingertips.

“Hey, Aizawa, I need to show you something.” After trying to explain to her teacher that she was coughing up flower petals, he didn’t quite believe her or he didn’t quite want to deal with flower petals at two in the morning. He brushed it off and forced her to try and rest for the remainder of the night. 

Later that day, after Bakugou and Y/n went back to Heights Alliance, she went to her best friend to see if she knew anything. "Do you by chance know what this is?" Y/n asked once her closest friend made her way into her dorm room. Mei stared at the few flower petals that laid in the palm of her hand. As the inventor examined the petals her thoughts drifted to a certain blond male. The more she thought about Bakugou the more her chest ached. Her friend nodded and began to poke the flowers, seeming to find her words.

"They're carnation petals I think," The pink headed girl said confidently."And by the way red ones mean something like my heart breaks." Mei added with a small smile. “They are kind of hard to find where we are though, how’d ya find them?”

Y/n cleared the petals from her throat. She felt like she was choking all the time. "Found them with Momo’s stuff." She lied. 

"I can't tell you much," Mei pushed her goggles up over her forehead so they rested a bit more comfortably in her hair. “You could try asking Bakugou, he borrowed my botany textbook.” Y/n tensed at his name. Her chest was about to burst. Y/n excused herself and ran to the bathroom.

Once she started coughing she couldn't stop. Flower petals began to spill past her lips. They were soft so they didn't harm her throat necessarily but made it nearly impossible for her to breathe. Y/n was going to die choking on flowers. She wiped the side of her mouth once she had calmed down. Petals were scattered around the bathroom tile and she laid on the floor unable to move even a single muscle. She picked up the closest petal and began to study it.

The beauty in such a dainty petal was that it hurt. Y/n held her hands to her chest. She felt out of breath just sitting there. These flowers were going to kill her. She pushed herself to sit up. What was happening with her? Why was she coughing up flower petals?

Y/n cleaned up so that no petals remained. With them out of sight she felt like she could breathe again, except she couldn't because the flowers in her chest were beginning to suffocate her.

Y/n took a shaky inhale. Maybe she should talk to Mei about carnations again, to tell her the truth about where she got the petals. Y/n coughed and let the petals flutter to the floor not bothering to pick them up. She stared down at them. She cleared her throat before leaving the bathroom.

 "Wait. So you're coughing up flowers?!" Mei blinked a few times. Y/n hushed her and the other girl rolled her eyes. "You're coughing up flowers?" she asked in a hurried but hushed tone.

Y/n cleared her throat. "No. I said I was coughing up flower petals. Correction, petals."

"That's still not normal!" Mei wiped at some grease on her face which only worsened it but she didn’t seem to care as she began to type away at her laptop.

"Yeah, don’t you think I know that?" Y/n shrugged as she coughed. Mei  ignored the mess of petals.

"What are your other symptoms?" Mei asked from behind her screen. Y/n shifted and grabbed the garbage can under the girl's desk to dispose of her petals.

"My chest hurts. I can't breathe. Oh, and I think I’m in love with Bakugou. I can never breathe around him. My throat seems to be full of flowers around him." Y/n listed. Mei choked. "I thought I was just catching a cold or fever with the cough I had but then I started to cough up flowers. So I knew that couldn't be it."

Mei shifted. "You mean petals." Y/n tried to stifle her coughs as Mei worked but in the end she just got sick in her trash can. Maybe she would die from lack of air. "So… Obviously it's getting worse," Mei sighed as she watched her friend.

"It's getting so hard to breathe," Y/n huffed. She thought about Bakugou's cold and wondered if he had gotten better from his time with Recovery Girl. She forgot to check up on him after. "There's a garden in my chest and I'm worried about Bakugou." Y/n wanted to laugh but could only manage to wheeze. Mei cringed at the sound. Y/n admitted it was horrible. "I can't cough anymore but I feel like I'm choking," Y/n said grabbing her throat. "Am I dying?" she asked.

"Of course not!" Mei sounded frantic. "Maybe it's some weird quirk thing. You must have gotten hit by a quirk!" Her friend was trying to reassure her but it wasn't working. Y/n was weak and struggling to breathe.

Aizawa suddenly came into the room and Y/n tried to look natural. Mei grabbed the trashcan from her. He was holding an acacia flower. Y/n felt her throat constrict at the sight. Mei studied the inside of the trash can.

"Y/n..." Mei said stiffly. Y/n turned to look at her friend's pale face.

"What's wrong? Did you get sick?" Aizawa looked at Y/n, noticing the trash can. His dark eyes darted between the two, worry clearly present in his gaze.

"No. Mei was telling me about carnations–" Y/n was cut off by her friend.

"Yes, she is sick. Sick sick!" Y/n turned to glare at Mei. "She's coughing up flowers!"

Y/n cleared her throat. "Correction, petals. I'm coughing up flower petals."

Mei raised her hand to show both of them. "Correction, flowers. You're coughing up whole flowers." Inside her palm was a whole red flower. It was a whole red carnation. 

For some reason, her thoughts drifted to her crush and thinking about Bakugou sent her into another fit. There was no use in hiding it now so she coughed flower petals and flowers. "Shit!" Aizawa rushed to try and hold her as her whole body wretched from the fits. The acacia fell into the mixture of flowers as Y/n sat back regaining her breath.

Mei and Aizawa began discussing but Y/n could barely hear them. She couldn't breathe. She knew Bakugou wouldn’t like her back and maybe this was the world’s way of saying screw you. Y/n knew that her feelings weren’t reciprocated and the thought made her heart break. The flowers were stuck in her throat again. She blacked out. 

 She woke up hooked to an oxygen mask. There were petals sitting on her tounge and she spit them out. Midoriya’s face came into her view first and he looked relieved when she sat up. He took a damp cloth and blotted it on her forehead. "You had us really worried." There was nothing but seriousness in his voice. "You and Bakugou." He nodded over to the bed next to her and she saw the unconscious male. Her heart ached at their proximity. She could reach out and touch him if she wanted. Y/n began to cough again. Her throat was raw but Midoriya didn't even flinch when a dozen red flowers spilled out of her mouth.

"What's wrong with Bakugou?" Her voice sounded squeaky and it hurt to speak.

"Don't talk. It'll strain your throat." Tsuyu walked in with a tray. She handed her a mug full of an amber liquid. "Momo and I made some tea for your throat."

"Todoroki found Bakugou choking on those acacia flowers. Apparently Bakugou has been sick for a long time but he didn't tell anyone. We found petals everywhere; his desk, his bed, and the cot he used when he saw Recovery Girl. There were old piles and new ones everywhere." Midoriya said. "He must have been coughing up flowers for months."

Y/n's heart broke with her friend's words and she closed her eyes so the tears wouldn’t fall. "You should get some rest... We'll leave you alone for a bit." Tsuyu said. Y/n fell asleep with her flowers choking her.

She woke up because she felt like she was going to be sick. Bakugou was sitting in a chair by a bed looking at her. The bright red petals were scattered all over his bed while whole acacia’s laid at the foot of hers. Y/n coughed up a few carnations, stem and all but he didn't seem to mind.

"I guess these are for you." Bakugou said, handing her the acacia’s. "I cleaned them up," he nodded to the makeshift bouquet.

"Mouth flowers... How sweet," She brokenly grinned at him and they both coughed up petals.

"I think they're more like chest flowers. Hatsume is growing a garden with our flowers." Bakugou said scoffing. Y/n nodded. Her chest hurt and the way he breathed looked painful

"Thank you for coughing up those flowers for me." Y/n smiled through her tears. "Even though we're dying... It's still nice."

Bakugou shifted nervously. "Here’s the thing, I do believe they're for you." He paused to take a breath. "I'm in love with you. I’ve liked you since first year," Bakugou grabbed her hands and coughed once. Only a few petals fell from his mouth. "I coughed up over a dozen acacias for you because I tried to hide my feelings. I looked it up. Those stupid flowers mean secret love." 

Y/n brought his hand to her face and pressed it against her cheek. "How did you cope for so long? It's only been a few days since I realized I loved you and it hurts so bad." Bakugou smiled and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"It was worth it. You’re worth drowning in those flowers." Bakugou whispered and she breathed in with his words. She loved him so much. Y/n wouldn't mind choking on carnations for him.

Bakugou sighed happily as he gazed at her. "My chest doesn't hurt when I'm with you," he whispered softly. Y/n felt the same. In fact she didn't feel like she was choking at all. Her chest felt empty. She coughed to prove her theory and was pleasantly surprised to not find any flowers or petals.

"Cough," Y/n urged him, gripping his hand with a small smile.

"I don't wanna. Besides, my throat is killing me. Acacia flowers are rough after coughing them up for days on end." Bakugou practically huffed out. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Please cough. For me?" Y/n said laughing. She could breathe again. The flowers were gone. Bakugou coughed and stopped to look down at his hand. "No flowers right?" He nodded, surprised to find that no petals clung to his inner palm. Y/N took off the oxygen mask to kiss him because she was so happy. She was so glad to be alive. She was so glad to be in love with Bakugou. 

He kissed her back with just as much ferocity.

She broke away and leaned her forehead against his. They were both trying to catch their breath for an entirely different reason from before, neither were choking on flowers anymore. "You know carnations are very beautiful." Y/n said after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Bakugou kissed her again bringing her in close. Y/n didn't mind. 

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[noctuascion]

;; In a long line of requests made by @helloheadquarters, I'm finally gonna do this one ehehe

Warning: Blood

That's it ncndnw ;;

The amount of dimensions was immense. The different possibilities, the endless amount of "what if" scenarios, simply boggled the mind of the holographic engineer. He didn't like to think about it much, about how there was a dimension where he possibly died young, left his mother childless—even if, in reality, she'd end up in blissful ignorance.

Currently, they were fetching the second artifact piece. Natalie had been injured, Ajay immediately breaking off from the group to get her back to the ship as quickly as possible. He didn't know where everyone else was—more Prowlers had shown up and separated him and Park.

Park wasn't exactly frail, but his drone wasn't exactly the best for dealing with these things. They'd tear him to shreds the moment they got too close, the moment he let his guard down. So, Elliott quickly made his way downstairs where the hacker had run off to.

He had apparently arrived a bit late, as a few Prowlers were chasing after something, trying to claw at it and make a meal out of whatever poor soul was trapped. However, a few gunshots was all Elliott needed to hear to know who exactly was being chased down.

Quickly, the trickster made his way over to the hunting Prowlers, Eva-8 drawn and ready to fire. It didn't take long to put them down, but, once again, he'd lost sight of Park, having to step over Prowler corpses to look around.

Goddammit, kid, he thought, annoyance clawing at the back of his mind, where the hell did you run off to?

He ended up finding a few more Prowlers, shooting them down with an RE-45 he had taken off of Natalie, the technician wishing him luck in a broken voice, before being carried off in a hurry but with great care. He knew she'd be okay, but there was that nagging worry that she was seriously injured.

He had to remind himself she was a tough cookie, as strong as everyone there. She'd make it through and be back to smiling in no time.

Noting he was beginning to get a little low on bullets, Elliott swapped back over to his Eva-8. It required less shells to take down a Prowler than with light bullets.

However, a sudden noise behind him alerted him to a presence, potentially unfriendly. His mind was quick with its reaction, his body swinging around and pointing his gun at whatever was there. A pull of the trigger and the shotgun went off.

But it wasn't just a Prowler. It wasn't a hostile.

It was Park.

The hacker had been blasted back with the force of the weapon, weapon dropped on the floor. His body shield had been smashed to piece by the Prowlers earlier, probably hadn't had any chance of healing up—too paranoid to sit down for a second and let himself be vulnerable. His eyes were wide, scarlet soaking through his vest and onto that jacket Elliott had become so accustomed to seeing—a pure white now tarnished by red.

The clatter of the shotgun falling to the ground hadn't reached Elliott's ears, too busy scrambling to get over to Park's side. The hacker was beginning to tremble, realizing that he was bleeding heavily.

"Hyeon…" the trickster barely managed, a wheeze, his own eyes wide and shaking, unsure what exactly to do—realizing what he'd done.

He looked around for supplies, for any healing items—nothing. Not a goddamn thing. He didn't have any syringes, and poking through Park's jacket turned up similar results. He couldn't stop the bleeding, not with so many wounds, the pellets striking multiple areas—and it was making him sick, watching the color slowly draining from Park's face.

"Oh, my god—I-I'm sorry, I had n-no—no i-idea—H-Hyeon, Hyeon!?" Elliott gently tapped the side of Park's face, trying to keep him awake. "D-Don't—Don't fall asleep on me, kid."

"Elliott…" he managed out—he'd never heard him sound so weak. The pain was immense, he was sure.

"Don't t-talk. Just—Just c-calm down—"

The trickster jumped when Park coughed, scarlet now dripping from those pretty lips, weak gasping breaths all he could manage after.

"Hyeon—"

"Don't… call me that…"

"I—"

"I don't wan…t… to be… Hyeon when I… die…" Tears were beginning to form, his head thunking painfully against the wall behind him, the strength to keep it up quickly fading. "Tae Joon… call… call me that…"

"Tae Joon…? But—"

"What good… is secrecy if I'm… al…ready dead…?"

"Tae, don't talk like that—"

"Elliott…"

"No, shut up!" Elliott shook his head, angry tears beginning to form. "Stop… You can't die! You have to… You have to t-take everything b-back! You… You can't die b-because of me…"

"Oh, Elliott…" Park's hand raised to gently brush his curly locks to the side, his lips curled into a small smile. There had always been something so comforting in that gaze, but Elliott only found it a reminding of the impending loss—and by his hands, no less. "It wasn't your… your fault…"

"It was! I-I pulled the trig—trigger!" His voice echoed off of the walls, into a building with only two souls inside of it. "I… I killed you."

"I'm… I'm so sorry, ae-in… I'm sorry to… leave you like… this…"

"Don't… Don't leave me…"

Elliott's head gently rested on Park's shoulder, his hand clutching at the other, whilst another had a tight grip on the hacker's bicep. He could feel half-synthetic hands make their way into his hair, a fruitless attempt at comfort.

"I love you…"

"Don't… Don't say that… Y-You're not—You're not leaving…"

Elliott was beginning to dissolve into sobs, and, in the distance, he could hear Prowlers lurking, the beasts waiting for their next meal to arrive. Park's hand was getting weaker, unable to do much besides rest on Elliott's head, thumb gingerly rubbing his scalp.

"Elliott…"

"Please… Please, you hav—have to stay… I can't lose anyone else—espe—especially not you… Anyone but you…!"

His body had grown so cold—colder with every passing moment. Park was always a rather frigid person, always needing his jacket, an occasional hug from Elliott to further warm him, but this was a sickening cold. It nestled into Elliott's skin, made its way in and hurt. It wasn't the pleasant cold of his lover but a haunting reminder of what he's lost.

Eventually, the movements stop. Park is silent, and Elliott's sobs begin echoing off of the walls once more. He doesn't move from his place, even when communications are asking for a report, an update—something.

He doesn't move when he hears the Prowlers enter, doesn't bother turning around when he hears the doors break down.

He doesn't fight back when the Prowlers seek out their next meal.

— ;

Renee sighs, rubbing her temples, as she watches Elliott try to lighten the mood with a bad joke. Something about sad cats. Park looked as unamused as the rest, but there was something softer in his eyes, something that isn't present when he's amongst others.

One of the voices suddenly screams out in agony. She doesn't know why, and it's enough to cause a momentary headache, but it's gone in seconds. It's deathly silent after that, and she casts her glance over to Elliott and Park again.

Her gaze falls to Natalie next, resting in her bed, silent as death after everything that has occurred.

Everyone's alive, she notes. Everyone's here.

[stareiiez]

Flower Petals and Blood

It’s currently 1:40 am right now, but hey. I needed to update this series anyway. Anyway, Tucker is becoming involved, so yes that slow burn is coming up. Trust me. 

Chapter 4

Leonard Church x Female Reader x Lavernius Tucker

"You sure walking around in my armor twenty-four seven is even a good idea?" Your voice was still a little hoarse behind the helmet.

Golden visor pointed directly to stare, unblinkingly,  at Doc in front of you. The male had stepped back once he had helped twist your helmet in place, and the lock had given off a satisfied hiss of air pressure regulate inside your suit. After you both had shooed Caboose off into the kitchen to hunt down for something to eat, and give you two time to talk, Doc had come up with this ridiculous idea. You never wore your armor that much out of all of Blue Team, but now that you would be the one to never take it off it would seem odd to the guys about this decision.

"Nonsense. Besides if you were to ever cough up petals once again when the others were around, there would be no possible way of them seeing it. Hence the everyday armor wearing." Giving a satisfied nod, the medic had seemed pretty pleased about his idea.

It all seemed pretty unreasonable still, some 'full proof plan' always had holes in it once it was put into action. Shaking your head, Caboose had burst out of the kitchen. A few sorry excuses for MREs in one hand and a cup of day old orange juice in the other. If there wasn't a helmet covering his expression then you could have sworn that he held a beaming smile. One only a child could pull off.

"Juice makes the coughs go away, right?" The male exclaimed your name vividly if your chest wasn't as tight as it was, you would have laughed from Caboose's 'help'.

"Yes that's just what will help me, thank you Caboose." A genuine smile painted across your face easily.  A hand had reached out to grab the small cup of the orange skin that was probably way too warm right now.

In your cold, clammy hands you held the cup so delicately. Fingers nearly shaking with the stress of how a literal flower garden was growing and weaving its thorny vines around your lungs and bronchi. The warm orange juice tasted like heaven in your parched, sore throat. Surprisingly you didn't cough, as you had lowered your slightly raised helmet just as Caboose had plopped down on the shitty couch in Blue Base. The flower petal you coughed up had been picked up and tucked away in Doc's armor. 'For more observation and tests' was what he said before he finished packing up the rest of the medical tools he had used on you.

After that day, the coughs had been an off and on again reoccurrence. Caboose seemed to have stepped in whenever Tucker or Tex would happen to be close to where you were hacking your lungs out for the second time that week. For someone who never kept up with what was going in half the time, Caboose had known that you were in pain and not feeling your best anymore.

After the first time you had coughed up the petal, one or two would seem to follow. It wasn't coughing up whole flowers, but even one petal was a lot to deal with on its own. The sun beat down on the top of your helmet as you watched your team stand around and attempt to train with lousy drills you had instructed, more like suggested. With a huff your hand rose to scratch at your already scratchy throat for the third time in the first hour, you had been perched atop the Blue Base. Caboose, Tucker, and Tex were down on the bottom and Church were nowhere to be seen. If his ghosty ass was to materialize around the boys, you would find some excuse to avoid the former blue. Poor Caboose, he tried his best to make up excuses as to why you never talked to Church as much as you used to.

The thought of the male brought a harsh cough to spill from your lips, then a few more spine racking heaves for air had you almost bent over backward. Flower petals tickled your throat, and the urge to shove your fingers down your throat to pluck them out was deadly tempting right now.

"Jesus Christ, at this rate your ass will be joining mine the more you keep this shit up." A familiar voice spoke up, ceasing your coughs and the urge to breathe all at once.

Swallowing harshly, and hoping to God you could hold back the flowers from traveling up your throat any higher, your head turned to face the icy see through 'ghost' of a man. Church had his sniper rifle clipped to his backplate and his arms crossed firmly over his chest plate. If he didn't have his helmet on his equally clear, icy blue eyes would be staring daggers into the back of your head. Tilting your head to the side just enough to get the man into your peripheral vision, the words had tried forming in your mouth without bringing up the damned velvety soft petals that were stuck in your esophagus.

"Sounds like a hell I'd rather not join." Your voice was gravelly. It sounded like you smoked a pack of cigarettes mixed with a voice of a girl who was trying to sound sexy.

Tucker's scream had snapped your attention forward once more. Tex had the soldier by the throat in one hand while shaking her finger at Caboose with the other. Another scream and an aqua blur sailed through the air until the male hit the ground and rolled to a stop a few feet away from the base.

A beat of silence passed before Church had 'floated' to your side and sat crisscrossed next to your side. Helmet visor trained on your side profile, and to make things worse it felt like you were about to puke from the strong taste of earthy petals had hit the back of your throat. Your chest was taking the most shallow of breaths while your hands were shaking at your sides. To Church, it looked like you were dead. Internally you were just trying to hold back a wave of coughs that squeezed at your poor lungs.

"What's up with you?" Church demanded, his voice surprisingly calm but his words had the edge to it.

After a pang of awkward silence, a soft wheeze escaped your chapped lips while oxygen entered your lungs. You both cringed from the sound, but neither of you brought it up. Shoulders rose in a passive shrug, that only seemed to infuriate the male, even more, you finally turned your head to face him. God, he was a lot closer than you expected him to be.

"I told you I was feeling under the weather. You seemed more than happy to be away from me, even though ghosts can't get sick." Rolling your eyes at the word 'ghost'. "Getting sick changes some people because we're more miserable than usual."

You'd be preaching to the choir about feeling miserable. Having emotional heartache status of miserable was one thing, dying from unrequited feelings miserable was a whole damn story.

"You don't seem sick, other than that nasty ass cough. I know sick when I was a kid I was in and out of hospitals a lot. You seem.." His head tilted, eyes narrowing in the process. Church leaned in a little more. His helmet could have bumped the mouth part of yours if he was solid. "Different. I doubt some Covenant or alien bullshit disease could make you like this."

You leaned back, the air in your inhale had rattled your lungs. Now he was far too close now, way too close for along the lines of being comfortable.  Flower petals seemed to flutter and stick to your parched throat. 'You're right I'm just suffering from some fantasy disease that makes me become a walking flower garden. Did I mention I fucking die?' If only you could say that out loud to him right now. Instead, you brushed off his words casually.

"Guess my body is  secretly dying so I could join you on the other side." You joked lightheartedly as if jokes could somehow change the subject of how your coughs were concerning to the male.

Church ground out your name causing the forced humor in your voice to die out, and the pang of awkward silence grow between you both. He shifted closer to you and reached out a hand to grab the chin part of your helmet. Although his hand went right through, you knew the action of it meant all the more serious. "You're lying. I know how you are."

Your gaze was glued to Church, your hands had clenched in tight fists. You were already uneasy as it is, now that he knew something was off it was all the more stressful. Your lungs were screaming at you to breathe, and your brain was putting up red flags for you to keep your damned mouth shut. Then again around him, you were open and you never held anything back; except for your feelings that were unnecessary in the end.

"What did I do to deserve these cold shoulder looks from you. You know how much I worry and care about you."

His voice softened, maybe it dropped an octave. Eyes stared large holed into your visor and seemed to make you squirm underneath his intense stare.

"You seem to care more about Tex than you do me." Ouch. Now that bitch route was the one you seemed to be walking after saying that. Who were you to control his emotions and attractions? God? Hell no.

"What? (Y/N) why would you?-"

Your name was exclaimed, effectively cutting off Church's sentence. Both of your heads whipped around to see Tucker and Caboose standing behind you. Both men staring more at you, then they were at their leader of their team. With Tex nowhere to be seen it was for the best, even how you were right now. Both of you leaned into each other and Church's hand on your helmet it looked like you were both intimate. As if that didn't make your chest hurt any more than it did already. Were you shaking? Is that why Caboose and Tucker were staring at you like that?

"Let's go. Now." Tucker spoke up, his voice even having an edge of seriousness to its usual lighthearted deep tone anyway.

"I was busy here, dickbag." Church spat. His hand and body pulling away from you.

"We need her for something. The warthog broke down again." The aqua soldier stepped forward. His right hand stretched out in an offering to help you up. Lies, nothing was broken, he just wanted you alone right now.

"You guys broke that already? I just tuned up that damn thing." You deadpanned, taking ahold of his hand you were pulled up to your feet and already being pulled to where Caboose stood by Tucker's hand.

Frowning at the rough pull on your arm. You pushed the male's grip off of you once you were away from Church. Although the rough action had caused a small cough to slip past your lips. Caboose winced, and did Tucker flinch? He did.

"You all are on something. I feel like Tex is the only one that's normal here, and she's the one whos a psychotic bitch who wants to kill us." Church snapped, then flickered as a bullet sailed right through him.

Course Tex heard that, somehow, and shot at the male. If only it really hurt him, maybe it'd be karma for what you were going through right now. After she had shot at the male, Church had faded without saying bye or anything. All he did was flip Tex off in the direction where the bullet came from and leave. Now that he was gone, you bent over. Ripping your helmet off, you bent over hands planting on the steel of the base. You puked up flower petals till tears were brought to the corner of your eyes. Colorful flower petals had spilled to the ground and covered the boots of dark blue and aqua armor. Your ears rang and your heart was pounding into overdrive from the pain that squeezed at your lungs. Voices swam in your ears as you heaved until the last few petals had fallen to the ground and you could gasp for breath once more. Fuck this time one the most.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream and throw yourself off a cliff. Your arms shook with the strain to hold your shaking body up. Sweat made your hair stick to your scalp, and the tears in your eyes had clouded your vision to the point of barely making out the kaleidoscope of colors that were on the ground under you.

"Holy shit," Tucker whispered, his dark brown eyes staring at you in disbelief.

Caboose was staring at you, hands were glued to the mouthpiece of his helmet like he wasn't used to you having flowers escape your mouth. You needed sleep, you needed a distraction of this terrible illness. You were cursed to be forever alone, that's what you always said. Now you were going to die alone because fate wanted to be that bitch that bent you over and fucked you in the end. Panting for breath, you finally managed to blink back the tears far enough so you could see. A few rebellious ones poured down your cheeks gently. Those bright colors seemed darker to you now, slightly muted and leaning towards the shade of black. Maybe that was your delusional panic setting in. You had a right to panic, after all, you just revealed your disease to another person on your team and in this canyon.  

Caboose was frozen to his spot, he was nearly shaking as bad as you were. Tucker was, well, he was panicking and in that split moment he had swept your body up into his strong arms. Your head was digging into the curve of his neck. He smelled clean, for being stuck out in the middle of nowhere and sweating your asses off 24/7.

"Caboose wasn't lying. Mother fucker." His deep voice vibrated in your head, his hold on you made you lose the breath that you fought so hard to gain.

"Hide the petals, I'm taking her to bed before anybody else needs to see this damned thing."

Through bleary-eyed vision, and you barely whimpering in pain from how fast Tucker was high tailing it to his room. You could hear the male curse over and over under his breath. That's what you could remember hearing before you had passed out in his arms.

Darkness was what you woke up to. Darkness and the slight stream of sunlight that stood out starkly in the bedroom. Thick. cotton, white sheets that smelled strongly of earth, gunpowder, and cologne had slowly awoken your senses. This wasn't your room that was the first thing you thought of before you slowly opened your eyes. They felt swollen like you had cried your eyes out for a whole day. The next thing you felt was that ghostly pain in your chest, but it didn't hurt as bad as the illness first affected you. You felt almost relief whatever happened after you passed was a miracle.

"You're awake. " Tucker spoke up, his voice causing you to nearly jolt in his bed. Wait, in his bed. You were in his bed.

Yanking the covers up, your eyes had scanned your body quickly. Clothed in your undersuit for your armor, you gave a sigh of relief. Well, the male would never try anything with an unconscious girl. Although waking up in a boy's bed without knowing how you got there was still suspicious.

"Chill, I carried you to bed and I've been stuck here watching your ass. Caboose wouldn't let me leave before you had woken up."

You turned on your side to face Tucker as he spoke.

He was sitting down on the other side of the bed where you weren't laying on. His helmet was off as well as armor. God he looked worried, you have never seen him this worried until you had discovered his 'special rock' and what he was doing behind it. That was more horrified than worrying, to say the least.

"Did you-" You fiddled with the sheets in your grasp. Eyes diverted from his face long enough to scramble your brain for a way to finish your sentence. "Did you happen to see everything that happened before?" Your voice dropped to a whisper.

A sharp breath broke the heartbeat of silence that passed between the both of you. "How could I not? It's not every day someone pukes up flowers."

"Don't tell anyone about this. I mean it." Your brows furrowed in frustration. Body shaking in a slight effort to sit up in bed while nearly demanding your teammate to keep his mouth shut.

"Why would I? It's not like anyone would believe me."

"Tucker you're an idiot. I don't expect a lot from you now these days." Rolling your eyes, you shoved the blankets off your body and made a show of standing up from his bed.

"Where are you going now, you've been out for the past hour and a half." Brown eyes were fixated on your frame while you walked to his door.

"Doc. I need ideas of how I can somehow distract these disease, or possibly distract myself from this shit." Yanking the door open, you bit down on your bottom lip slightly. Your head tilted to give a look at the male. His eyes hadn't left you since you got up.

"Thanks, for taking care of me. You made me feel a lot better than I've felt in a while."

"Anytime babe. Maybe next time I could do the distracting part for you. Besides, a little morphine does the soul some good. Thank Doc for that also when you see him."

Ignoring the pickup line, and nickname he called you. You let the male be and made your way into your own room. When you had entered your room, you froze. Your eyes had caught sight of the colorful flower petals in the little pile on your dresser. Caboose had placed those thereafter Tucker laid you to sleep in his room. How could something that held so much beauty, and was cherished by everyone could bring you a grimace? They looked ugly to you now the more you looked at them, shimmering brightly against the bright rays of sun that shone through your window. On top of finding ways to distract yourself, maybe you could figure out what type of flowers were growing in your chest.

Maybe you could take Tucker up on that offer for a distraction after all.