#Gonna open the fridge just to hear it overheating I swear

[princeofuchiha]

Me: I think I'll leave my headphones home today. Instead of listening to my audio books, I'll use the silence to plot a few chapters of my fic / figure out where I want to go with it next

Me, 5 hours into standing in a silent room writing down numbers with only Thoughts: So actually this was a horrific idea. Someone sedate me.

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Daughter Series - Reaper pt. 3

Sonya takes care of her sick father and Reaper stops trying to be cool for 5 minutes and just enjoys her company. A bit under 3,000 words. 

WARNINGS: intense bodily pain, brief mention wishing to be dead

I really like this one, btw :) and it is based on this wonderful comic!

More Daughter Series: Hanzo, Roadhog, McCree, Reaper, Soldier 76, Genji

Reaper installments: pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

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Reaper had woken up at 3 am, feeling like ice and shaking from head to toe. It was going to be a bad day. He would shiver for a while, then the pain would set in, leaving him immobile for at least 18 hours, maybe more. He slowly ambled to his bathroom to piss before he could no longer get up to do so. He glanced into the mirror and saw that his face was ashen and his eyes were already going hollow. It was going to be a very bad day.

By 5:30 am Reaper was sweating into his pillow and gripping the blankets around him desperately. He hurt everywhere. He was panting and vomiting by 6:30. Dry heaving by 7 am. Sometimes his chest was the epicenter of the pain, sometimes his back, sometimes his throat. For a few hours he would be burning up, then suddenly he’d feel so cold his limbs would go numb. Sometimes it was just agony, plain and simple. Every time he looked at the clock the disappointment would set in. It was only 9 am? How?

His body began to fall apart around 10:30 am. As Reaper huffed, billows of fog would float off from him, but only when overheated. When he was cold, wispy tendrils would wiggle from his body and cling to the bedding. There were times when he could feel his skin peeling off and shedding, or his hair falling from its follicles. His mouth would sprout an extra row of teeth every once in a while – sometimes sharp, sometimes not. He’d nearly bit his tongue off twice today and had torn the inside of his cheek open. His nails would grow too long then become frail and break down to the bed. His skin would tear at the slightest movement, like turning on to his side. His innards would lurch and bloat and wither, making him grip his guts and writhe. The worst of it came when he sprouted extra irises. He would open his eyes and the world would be jumbled in the most sickening way. What he wouldn’t give to just curl up and die, right here and now.

Around 1 pm his phone buzzed yet again. He’d ignored Akande and Sombra’s messages, but when Sonya’s name popped up, he smiled just the smallest bit. She’d swiped his phone last week and taken a silly picture for her contact photo. Even with her eyes crossed she was damn pretty. He swiped across the screen and left a smear of blood. “Christ,” he hissed wiping the sinew off on the sheets.

‘Hey Reaper. You doing alright? I still have lunch on the stove if you want to come by,’ her text read.

“Fuck,” he growled with a cough. More blood. Perfect. He’d forgotten all about their plans.

‘Sorry mija. Sick. Reschedule soon?’ He hit send and sighed. Somehow, Reaper had found another reason to hate being feeble like this – it kept him from his precious girl.

‘Sick? Shit. You need anything? I can bring some food by,’ she sent back.

‘Couldn’t keep it down. I’ll be fine. See you soon.’ A slick black tendril was slithering over his hand and he shook it off grumpily.

‘Alright. Let me know if you need anything. And take care of yourself, ok? Widowmaker is doing this weird thing where she just hangs upside down from the ceiling from her grappling hook and watches people. It’s freaking me out. She was in the lab for half an hour. Staring at me. The people we work with, man. . .’

He snorted at her response and shuddered in pain. ‘I’ll let you know when I’m better. We can discuss Amelie’s infinite weirdness then.’

‘Yes please!’

Poor Sonya, facing the Talon crazies on her own. Although, as much as Reaper hated to admit it, Akande would keep an eye on her. He always did.

Reaper closed his eyes and tried to sleep, which was probably pointless, but what the hell else was he going to do? Another few hours passed slowly, fitfully. He almost texted his daughter a dozen times, if only for a distraction, but he didn’t want her to know how mangled he was right now. How weak. She counted on him to have her back, to look out for her. Not to lay in bed looking like a monster. But luckily, she texted him around 4:30 pm.

‘Hey tuff stuff. Hope I’m not waking you up. Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but Sombra said something about you having real bad pain sometimes? And you have to hole away for a day or so? I wasn’t going to bother you, but I gotta ask – you okay? I guess she got me worked up and I’m really kinda super worried about you.’

“Mi princesa,” he whispered before keying out another message. ‘You don’t ever have to worry about me Sunshine. I’ll be fine.’

‘Promise?’

‘I promise.’

‘You SURE you don’t need anything? I just happened to make chicken and noodle soup today – homemade broth, egg noodles, the works! I know you don’t eat much, but I could bring you some for when you’re feeling up for it. I got tea and honey, too. And booze! And that really dark chocolate you like! I could bring you the weighted blanket I just bought too. Thing is made of magic, I swear.’

He smiled and thought for a long time, long enough for her to send another text.

‘I just want you to be okay. I want to help if I can. I know what its like to be sick and alone. It blows.’

“Oh fine,” Reaper grumbled. “She wants to see me, I want to see her. But she’s not coming in my room. I’ll scare the shit out of her.” His fingers flew over the touchscreen’s tiny keys before he could change his mind. ‘Alright, mija. You convinced me. You can come by and drop off some soup and chocolate, but no blanket. I’ll just make it gross. Just leave the food in the fridge and I’ll get it when I’m doing better. Can’t see me though. I’m a mess.’

She got right back to him. ‘Be there in ten!’ And she was. Did she run across the compound? Or did she have a little care package ready for him? He heard the ding of his home’s buzzer and used his phone to open the front door. He couldn’t hear her moving around, but he felt better knowing she was close. After a few moments there was a light rapping at his bedroom door.

“Reaper,” she called softly, “you in there?”

“Yeah.” His voice was rougher than usual, even for him.

“I put the soup away along with some crackers. And maybe some liquor,” she said quietly.

He grinned. God, she was a good kid. “Thanks, Sonya.”

“You want anything right now? Chocolate? Tea? I can leave it by the door if you want.”

Chocolate sounded like heaven. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to taste it much, but he was willing to pretend today. “Chocolate,” he choked out.

“Aw, Reaper,” she cooed, “you sound fucking awful. I’ll leave the candy bar here, but I’m making you some tea, too, if only to make myself feel like I’m doing something worthwhile.”

“Alright,” he chuckled. He sat up slowly and cringed, but at least he could stand being upright, that was impressive. With a deep breath, he hoisted himself to his feet. That was a mistake. Reaper let out a small cry before falling to the floor in a heap, gulping and writhing.

“Reaper,” Sonya called from the hall, voice heavy with fear. “Reaper!”

He wanted to tell her that he was fine, to go home and pretend she hadn’t heard anything, but he couldn’t. He had no strength left.

Light flooded the room as Sonya came into view. Reaper looked up at her horrified face for a moment before turning away in shame. “I’m . . . okay,” he lied feebly.

“No, Reaper,” she said kneeling beside him, “you’re not. Let me help you up.”

He meekly pushed her hand away. “No, Sonya, go. I’m in a bad place. Just leave me be.”

“I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to let you just lay on the floor! Now don’t make me ask again.” Despite her firm words, it sounded as if his daughter was about to cry. He hated himself for bringing her to tears.

Sonya wrapped her arm around his sweaty torso and slowly heaved him up. She was stronger than hell. They sat down on the bed together and Reaper slumped forward.

“I’ve got ya,” Sonya said holding his arm, he nodded a silent thanks. She waited patiently as he caught his breath.

“I need to lie down,” he admitted sheepishly. Sonya stood and let him curl up on the disheveled mattress.

She crouched next to him and rubbed his shoulder. “You hot or cold, tuff stuff?”

“Cold, for now.”

She squeezed him and headed for the living room. “Be right back.”

“No,” he protested again, but she shushed him and waved her hand dismissively. She came back with a dark red blanket and draped it over him.

“There, isn’t that better? It doesn’t even ruin your shadowy aesthetic.” Her smirk was his whole world.

“Better,” he agreed, eyelids growing heavier.

“Tell me if you get hot, ‘kay?” He nodded. “I’m gonna stay for a while and keep an eye on you. And I’m not asking for permission – I’m telling you,” she said sitting beside him.

“You don’t have to do that, Sonya,” Reaper said burrowing into to the pillow.

“I want to,” she said putting her hand over his. He brought it to his lips and pressed a small kiss to the back of her palm. He wanted her to stay, too.

Sonya stayed by his side for hours on end, only leaving when Reaper asked for something – covers on, covers off, a rag for his forehead, a cool towel for his neck. At some point, she had turned on some peaceful music that managed to help take is his mind off his fraying body. She told him little stories about nothing in particular when he asked. Hearing her speak was a comfort in of itself. Eventually, the pain began to subside and the exhaustion took over. He slept better than he had in a long time, much better than he usually did after a day like this.

When he finally awoke, Reaper was whole and healing – no smoke, no tendrils, but he was far more aware of something else. He hadn’t been wearing his mask. Still lying in bed, he ran his fingers over his face worriedly, making a few lingering strips of dead skin fall off. How much had Sonya seen? It was dark, but not that dark. She must have seen the grisly scars and the bloodshot eyes. He’d been at his bodily worse, so she likely saw his multiple pupils and rows of fangs. Cursing under his breath, Reaper started hunting for his phone. He needed to apologize, but a soft, high-pitched moan stopped him dead.

He twisted over and saw Sonya sleeping by the edge of the mattress, a small pillow from the couch under her messy black hair and a thin throw covering her upper body. Reaper couldn’t help but smile. Such a beautiful, stubborn, loyal girl he’d made.

Moving as silently as he could, Reaper slid off the mattress and grabbed a change of clothes before heading to the shower. He was filthy. Sonya was still asleep when he emerged. It was pretty early. He had time to make breakfast – she deserved at least that much. Just as he was topping the pile of eggs with cheese Reaper heard a yawn from behind him and the shuffle of sleepy feet.

“Morning, Sunshine,” he grinned.

She laughed, “You love calling me ‘Sunshine’ when you can make a corny joke out of it, don’t you?”

“Well of course,” he said as if it were completely obvious.

Sonya snorted and stood next to him by the warm pan of food. “I guess you’re feeling alright?”

“Not 100%, but infinitely better than yesterday,” he said rubbing her back for a moment, “thanks to you.”

“I’m just happy you’re not dying on me,” she said leaning closer.

Reaper set down the spatula and turned to her, face still uncovered, still exposed, but comfortable. “Thank you for taking care of me, mija. I don’t know how I got by before you.”

She flushed and shrugged. “I do what I can.”

He put a hand on her arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I’m so glad I find you,” he mumbled, holding her close just a second longer than he needed to.

“I’m glad you found me, too.” Sonya roped her arm into his and rested her head on his shoulder as he finished cooking. They stayed in his apartment for a while longer, hiding from the rest of Talon, taking the time to enjoy being together.

“By the way,” she said on her way out, “your face isn’t that fucked up.”

He shook his head with a smile and rolled his eyes, “Gee thanks.”

“All I mean is that I’m not scared of you,” she said smacking his arm, “so if you don’t want to wear that mask on our next movie night, that’s fine by me. To be honest, I sorta liked seeing you like this. I finally know where I got these proud cheekbones from.”

He grinned and put his hands on either side of her face. “Yup, that’s all me. And you’re welcome for them, mi rayito de sol.”

 Tags: @watch-your-grammer @winchester-sonsandcastiel @envy-kitty @zarcake-writes

[caroline18mars]

Into the night - Chapter 90

Jordan’s hands were trembling so hard when she fished her phone out of her bag, that it nearly clattered on the floor, she was just so nervous, it was like she needed to suppress a second heart attack or something and it was all because of Jared’s cold behaviour, no matter how she tried to lock eyes with him, he just kept ignoring her like she wasn’t even there. Did he even want her here? Did he even want to prove Amanda wrong anymore? “Miss McLeod?” the judge’s stern voice jerked her out of her daze, “Yes..ok, I’ve recorded this on my phone so I hope the quality is ok, the man you’re gonna hear is Cedric Lafayette..” she cranked up the volume and then clicked on the recording. ‘I just turned the tables on him and one drunken night I ended up in bed with Amanda, one of his groupies, it was a fair deal, she wanted to get back with Jared and I wanted to get back with Charlotte’ hearing Cedric’s voice roll through the eerily silent room had Jared’s blood freezing in his veins, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, it felt like his heart was getting ripped out of his chest. 'Amanda showed up pregnant and all on Charlotte’s doorstep, telling her that it was Jared’s baby she was carrying and that finally burst Charlotte’s rosy bubble..so Amanda got what she wanted and so did I..just knowing he is now raising the child of his biggest enemy, MY child, is fucking hilarious, that bastard deserves to burn’. A shockwave of simultaneous shocked gasps vibrated through the room and in the corner of her eye Jordan could see Amanda go burgundy red. The judge nervously shuffled in her seat and cleared her throat “Right, well, I think it is only fair to say that is all the proof we need to clear Mr. Leto’s name and to drop all charges against him, we’ll be getting in touch with our European colleagues for further questioning and a possible trial of Mr. Lafayette”. An outburst of joy and relief flew through the room behind her and while everyone started hugging and high-fiving each other, Jordan felt dizzy and that didn’t go unnoticed by Shannon but just when he wanted to go check on her, the judge swung her little hammer against the wooden bench a few times to get everyone’s attention "I do understand the excitement, but there’s something else I need to say” she adressed the room but then looked straight at Jordan who was still standing in front of her “Miss McLeod..even though you went to great lenghts to let the truth and justice prevail, I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you for breaking the law by abducting your nephew Noah McLeod, leaving the country a few times while you were strictly forbidden to do so, so Miss McLeod, you leave this court no other choice than to put you under arrest and you will be held in custody until your trial” another swing of the little hammer sealed her fate. “What? No! Please! I beg you, let me explain, I’m all Noah’s got, he needs me..” she panicked when she saw the two security gorillas come walking up to her, this was not happening, this was all a bad dream. The judge seemed to be deaf to her pleas and when she felt the two pair of big hands grab hold of her, she started struggling and kicking like a wild cat but to no avail. “Noah..no, let me go, Noah..” she called out in despair as she was dragged out of the room, “aunt Jordan, aunt Jordaaaannn, where are you going?!” Noah cried in a panic when he saw his aunt being forced away from him. “Jared..look after Noah, please? Pleasseeee!! Noah, I love you!” her sharp, animalistic cry rang across the room before she dissapeared out of sight and the huge door fell shut with a bang leaving the courtroom in a shock. “Aunt Jordan” Noah ran after her, banging his fists against the doors she had dissapeared behind, crying his heart out. The desperate sobs of the boy was the first thing in days that got Jared out of his daze “Noah..hey, come here” he ran over to the boy and scooped him up in his arms who instantly started struggling and banging his little fists on Jared’s chest “No, I want my aunt Jordan” Noah screeched relentlessly while he quickly carried the boy out of the courtroom, instantly followed by Shannon, nobody needed to see this. The paps though seemed to think differently as they ran straight into a barrage of flashing lights and inappropriate questions about Jordan’s arrest. “Get him in the car” Jared handed a wailing Noah over to his brother as he quickly fished his keys out of his pants and opened the car jumping behind the wheel and revved the engine.

Even behind the tinted windows of the car, he was blinded by the cameras that circled around his car and he could barely see where he was going but still he put his foot on the gas, he couldn’t care less if he ran over some pap, damn vultures deserved to get run over. Noah, who was in the backseat and inconsolable, kept calling for his aunt “Aunt Jordan, I want my aunt Jordan, we can’t leave without her, aunt Jordaaaaan” wildly kicking around with tears of anger and frustration running down his bright red cheeks. “Happy now? I don’t believe you sometimes” Shannon hissed at his brother, “Shut up Shannon, no of course I’m not happy..just make him stop will ya?” Jared sneered at him without taking his eyes off the road. “Hey buddy, sshhh, it’s alright, we’re just gonna drive home ok? Just calm down a bit..it’s gonna be ok” Shannon turned in his seat and grabbed Noah’s little leg, patting it gently, “is my aunt going to be home too?” Noah hiccuped through his tears, his faith in grown-ups was clearly dwindling. “Uhmm, no, buddy, she’s not going to be there..” Shannon slowly shook his head, his heart breaking into a million pieces when he saw the young boy curling up into a ball on the backseat, crying his heart out and that’s how he stayed for the entire journey home. Constance was waiting for them when the car drove up Jared’s driveway, “Where’s Jordan?” she hurried over to Shannon who got out of the car first to open Noah’s door and carry him inside, “In jail..I swear, Mom, I can’t stand the look of him anymore so I’m just going to get Noah settled first before I do anything stupid like ripping my brother’s head off”. Constance gasped in shock and instantly her hand grabbed that of the young boy’s in Shannon’s arms, the despair in the boy’s red-rimmed eyes when he only lifted his head for a few seconds to look at her, broke her heart. “Hey sweetie, I’m Constance, I’m Shannon and Jared’s mother, don’t be scared, ok? You’re safe here with us, I promise” she gave him a warm smile as Shannon carried him inside the house and then turned to her other son “what happened, Jared..what the hell happened?” she nervously asked. “Not now, Mom, it’s been a long day..” Jared quickly circled the car trying to dodge his mother’s angry glare, “Not now?!! are you frikkin’ kidding me? What the hell is going on here? Emma called to tell me that Jordan showed up in court and got you off the hook and now I have to hear from Shannon that she’s in jail?” she stomped inside following her youngest son. Jared threw his keys on the kitchen counter and walked over to his fridge to get himself a drink and calm his rattled nerves “They arrested her for kidnapping Noah, ok? There was nothing I could do, she knew she had it coming” Jared said in a monotone voice. Contance could hardly believe her own ears, only a few days ago he had told her how much he loved that girl and now he sounded like he hardly knew her. “She had it coming? Really Jared? And nothing you could do? More like there was nothing you wanted to do!” Shannon came walking into the kitchen as well “go on, tell her everything, she deserves to know, why don’t you start by telling Mom how you got your ego bruised by the fact that Jordan spent time with Cedric, huh? Instead of calling her and giving her time to explain, because if you had then none of this would have happened! You and that goddamn ego of yours got her into this mess, nothing else, and what upsets me even more is that you refuse to see it, that girl was the only one who had the goddamn balls to dive head first into the lion’s den and she did it only to clear your name and Charlotte’s name, she couldn’t bear to see you suffer any more than you already have, nobody else has ever done that, not even me or Mom or Tom for that matter because none of us would have had the nerve but she did and how do you repay her? You let her rot and die in a prison cell?” he shouted at his brother.

”Left..right..front” Jordan reluctantly followed the orders as she had her photo taken, everybody here was shouting at her like she was public enemy number one, “ok, you’re coming with me” a man said to her and roughly grabbed her arm, dragging her down a long hall until they reached what could only be described as a concrete cubicle with a massive iron door “inside” he barked and pushed her into the small box, uncuffing her before he walked out and the door fell shut behind him. She just stood there looking at her new surroundings..this was not happening, this was all just a crazy nightmare she was going to wake up from..no she wasn’t..maybe if she was lucky then her heart would finally give up on her and she would never have to wake up again. Crying she sat down on the concrete bench that was hooked into the wall and curled up into a fetal position, not knowing if Noah was ok was driving her crazy, she could only hope that Jared had taken him home with him, the thought of Noah being brought to some orphanage until the trial was simply unbearable.

On the other side of the city, the doorbell rang right through the overheated conversation and Jared who had been under his brother’s attack pushed himself away from the kitchen counter, “Mr. Leto? I had some trouble finding the address” a man surrounded by suitcases greeted him, handing him Jordan’s handbag “Miss McLeod said she wanted to have these delivered here, but since I got a little lost..anyway, she said there was some very important medication in this bag, so I hope I’m still in time and she hasn’t needed it yet?”. Jared stared at the man dumbfounded but when he took her bag from the man, it was like a jolt of electricity coursed through his body and brought him back to reality “yeah, no..it’s fine, thanks” he mumbled as he handed the man a few dollars and let him carry the suitcases inside. “Aunt Jordan?” Noah suddenly came running down the stairs “is she here?” he raced towards the door that Jared was closing again, “Noah..” Jared tried to calm him down by pulling him away from the door. “But that is my bag and..that is aunt Jordan’s handbag, where is she? Why didn’t you let her in?” Noah grew more and more upset so Jared crouched down in front of him putting his hands on the boy’s shoulders “Noah, listen to me, your aunt isn’t here, I..” he tried but Noah wouldn’t let him finish. “Why not? Why won’t you let her come back? Why did you let those bad people take her away? My aunt Jordan has done nothing wrong! I thought you loved my aunt Jordan” the boy struggled to get away from him, “hey, Noah? Noah? Listen to me” Jared tried to calm him down but Noah refused to do what he said “No! I don’t have to listen to you! Aunt Jordan is gonna die, she told me so on the plane, she said that the doctor said they don’t have a new heart for her and she’s gonna die because if they did find her a heart then she wouldn’t even be in London to get it” the boy yelled. Jared couldn’t help but gasp in shock, oh fuck..what had he done?, “what? What did the doctor say to your aunt?” Shannon came walking out of the kitchen followed by Constance, “she said that the doctor told her she couldn’t go back to America with me, but she did it anyway because she was doing it for me so I could go and live with grandma and she told me to be brave, and she also said that she was coming back home to help Jared with something so he wouldn’t have to cry and be sad anymore, she said that she needed to do it so Jared could be happy again with another girl” Noah sniffed through his tears that he desperately tried to wipe away with his arm, his big blue eyes scanning everyone nervously “I want to go back to London with aunt Jordan, maybe they will find her a heart and she doesn’t have to die”. Jared who was too shocked by the news to say anything, let himself fall back into a sitting position, hanging his head and tugging his long hair in despair, why hadn’t he listened? Why had he been so stubborn? She had risked her life to save him and everyone, everyone but herself and now she was gonna die..fuck, no, not again, not again, not again, not again.

”McLeod” the harsh voice of a man vibrated through the cell as the door opened, she was cold and so very tired, all she wanted to do was sleep so she didn’t have to feel the agonizing pain in her heart, she needed her medication but she didn’t even know where all of her things were at the moment. “McLeod” the man thundered again and she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, she was so dizzy that her hands grasped the stone bench for support “yes” she nodded and tried to focus on her breathing that was deep and heavy, “it’s time for your call, you’ve got five minutes” he walked over to her and yanked her up from the bench. A call? Who was she gonna call? Jared? No, she couldn’t possibly do that, he wanted nothing to do with her anymore, she was being dumped, that much was obvious..why though? Because he had found someone else in the short period of time they were apart? Probably..what else could it be?or maybe Amanda had put her claws into him again, the way she had said 'you wish’ when she had introduced herself to the judge as Jared’’s girlfriend..”Like I said, you have five minutes” the guard stopped in his tracks pointing at the telephone on the table. There were a couple of rings and then his sleepy voice drifted into her ear “Hello?” it was the nicest thing she had heard all day and she had to take a deep breath so not to start crying again, “Tom! It’s me, Jordan” she breathed, her knuckles turning white from clutching the telephone so hard. “Jordan! Oh thank god, I’ve been waiting for your call all night, anyway, everything ok?” Tom breathed a sigh of relief, “Uhm, no..I’m not actually..listen I can’t talk for long..I’m..uhm, I’m in jail..” she looked at the guard who was staring at her from a distance. “What??? Jordan? In jail?? what the..what the fuck happened? Where’s Jared? And Noah? Is Noah alright, is he with you?” on the other side of the world, Tom sat up straight in bed all of a sudden, “I don’t know where Noah is, oh god this is such a mess..” she closed her eyes in pain, he was asking too many questions she just didn’t have an answer to right now. “Anyway, Tom..that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, remember the envelope I gave you yesterday?” she took a deep breath to come back to her senses, “I think it’s time you opened it..”. The guard came walking back to her again, indicating that her time was up “Tom, I gotta go, please just read the letter, ok?! I need to know that Noah is safe and that he’s taken care of, that’s all that matters, ok? Please Tom?”. Tom stared at the envelope on his nightstand “Of course, yeah, I’ll read it, I promise” he quickly said but he could already hear the disconnected tone bleeping in his ears.