#I just lay about sounding like wheezy from toy story

[kyogos]

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[bellylivesthepoguelife]

i need you. John B x Sarah

Request: “ Drabble request! Sort of got the idea from @alexandracheers house won’t fall story! How about Sarah is scared to talk to Ward about something, or they got into an argument and John B is there for her afterwards. Maybe a little spin on it and Sarah is still at school so John B can’t physically be there and he calls/FaceTimes with her? Thank you!! ☺️ “

Word Count: 2.5K

Author’s Note: Few things! 1) This is pure angst. Panic, fear, all of it. (I hurt my own feelings writing it so proceed w caution!) 2) I know that this does not follow the prompt exactly. I have talked with the anon that left this request, and we have decided to forego the talk with Ward, based on the direction I ended up taking this. That being said, I will be writing some other scenes with Ward because, I mean, c’mon, there’s just so much to work with there.

One last thing! This drabble was initially inspired by @alexandracheers​ work The House Won’t Fall (When the Bones Are Good) If you have not read that story yet, YOU. ARE MISSING. OUT. (Do yourself a favor: go read it and then come talk to me so we can talk about it.) Okay, here’s the drabble:

Sarah's gasping for breath as she waits for John B to answer. The photo of him blurred by her tears so she can only see the colors on the screen.

He answers on the 5th ring. "Hey Val, how's it going?" His upbeat, and happy voice makes her breakdown all over again. He's happy, probably spending the morning with JJ, making plans for the day. And now she was going to call and break them.

She tries to get a hold on herself, but the sobs don't stop wracking her body.

"Hey," John B instantly adopts the soft, gentle tone he does when she's upset. Though, he's never heard her this distraught before. "Hey. Sarah. Baby, what's going on. Talk to me."

Her whole body convulses as she's trying to catch her breath, coughing and gagging at the failed attempt.

"Sarah." His voice is steady. Not angry, but firm; calm. "Sarah, listen to me. Listen to me, okay." She quiets enough to focus on his words. "It's okay. You're okay."

But she wasn't. He had to have known she wasn't.

"You're okay. Try to breathe, okay?"

She lets out another heavy sob, and brokenly whispers his name.

"I'm right here." He soothes. "I'm right here, Sarah. I'm not going anywhere, but you need to breathe, okay?"

She really does try to even her breathing. But every time she starts to get a handle on her emotions, her mind races and spirals her right back down, again.

"Is Kristen home?" He's trying to see if her roommate is there, probably to make sure she doesn't pass out or choke on her own vomit.

Getting the one syllable "no" out is harder than it needs to be.

"Okay," she can tell he's thinking, "okay, I'm on my way to come get you. Is that okay?"

The gesture causes her throat to close as more tears stream down her already wet cheeks.

He continues, "we can stay there, or come back to the Banks for the weekend, or I'll leave you be for the weekend. Whatever you need, I just need to make sure you're okay, and I don't want you to be alone when you're this upset." He sounds almost like he's trying to convince her, like she's the parent and he desperately wants to spend the night at his friends house.

"John B." she tries his name again, though this time it sounds a little stronger.

"Yeah, Sarah, I'm here."

She'd give anything to stop the sobs that have her chest heaving, to allow her to just speak to him normally. Or for him to be able to read her mind. At this point, either or would be beneficial. "I need you, John B." And the confession has her holding the phone above her head as she covers her face with her forearms. "I don't know what to do, and I just- I really need you, John B!" She sobs again.

"Okay." She hears the panic in his voice and the shuffling of objects as he no doubt is trying to get out of the house as fast as possible. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way, Sarah. I'm on my way."

When the van pulls into the parking lot of Sarah's dorm, John B is already giving himself a mental pep talk. He had stayed on the phone with Sarah for the first half hour of his trip, soothing and calming her as much as he could through the phone. When she realized that he was, in fact, coming to get her, she did calm down a minuscule amount, but was still distraught enough for him to be concerned. He had toyed with calling Wheezie to see if she knew anything about what had happened, but decided against it as he didn't want to get the girl wound up until he had all of the pieces to the puzzle.

After the first 30 minutes of their trip, she had quieted enough to the point where he could hear her breathing even out as she cried herself to sleep. This fact had wrecked the man currently driving 15 over the speed limit to try and decrease the time it took for him to get there, but he allowed himself a bit of comfort knowing that she was comforted enough by him talking that she was able to relax enough to fall asleep.

In all honesty, that probably was the best thing for her at the moment.

Since it was only midday, he didn't have to worry about checking into building. And, given the fact that Sarah had given him her spare apartment key (though, no one could know since that most definitely was a breech in her housing contract) he was able to get right into the elevator and travel to the fourth floor.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a nervous wreck. Whatever had Sarah this upset had to be at least somewhat serious. He let his mind wander, wondering if she had heard something from Ward, or Rafe. He knew that she had petitioned to file a restraining order, barring them from contacting her in any way (even though they were currently behind bars in federal prison).

When the doors opened to the fourth floor, he forced himself to clear his mind. Ready to do whatever he had to, in order to make sure she was okay. The only people he saw on his way to Sarah's room was a girl at the opposite end from where Sarah's room was, locking her door, and another group of people walk past the intersection further down.

He knocked on the door before moving to insert the key. When no one responded, he assumed Kristen must've been out for the day, and Sarah was probably still asleep. He opened the door, and immediately moved to the door that led to Sarah's room, not bothering to give the main living area a second glance.

The first thing he noticed when he softly swung the door open was that her bed was empty. A quick scan of the room, and he saw her slumped over on the floor to his left, against the wall that the door was on. John B's heart swelled at the sight of her: hair on top of her head, she wore a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, and her cheeks were caked with dried tears. Her phone lay next to her head, just next to her right hand.

He quickly shut the door behind him, and moved her phone, before kneeling down in front of her unconscious body. He just looked at her for a few moments, weighing the pros and cons of waking her up, or letting her sleep her heartache off. He decided to at least move her to the bed so she could be a little more comfortable than on the concrete floor. This also allowed him to hold her for awhile, which he didn't realize he needed until he picked her up.

It was like his world came back into alignment. He could see his north star, hold her close to his chest; he was really with her.

Sarah stirred as he placed her on the bed, pausing to grab a blanket before crawling into bed behind her. He rubbed her temple with his fingertips, running them gently through her hair a little ways before repeating the motion. It wasn't long before her eyes slowly slid open to look at him.

"You're here." His heart broke for the 4th time today as her voice cracked.

He smiled down at her. "I told you I was on my way." He leaned down to kiss her forehead, and she moved to sit up. He followed her movements, holding onto her hand as she looked around her room, probably getting her bearings, and refusing to look back over at him. He waited patiently for her to speak, rubbing his thumb over her hand to help ground her. He sees her hand go up to her mouth, and hears the soft sob that escapes her mouth before hes pulling her into him, hugging the right side of her body to his chest and slowly running his hands down her left arm.

"John B..." he knows she wants to tell him, she just isn't able to get the words out.

"I've got you." He promises, not knowing if it's the right or wrong thing to say as she brings her hands to her eyes, squeezing them shut and wiping at her tears. She may also be using it as an excuse to block her face from his view, and he wishes more than anything that she would take her hands away so he can see her. "Sarah," he continues, ducking his head in an attempt to get her to look at him. He knows that she feels comforted by his presence, but you wouldn't know that by looking at her right now. Her body language says that she's absolutely terrified. And that terrifies him even more. "Sarah, talk to me. Please don't shut me out, Val. Let me help you, please."

The stay like this for a few more moments before Sarah scrambles off the bed, and kneels in front of the trash can next to her desk. John B is behind her before she begins gagging, rubbing circles on her back as her body heaves. He thought his heart was breaking when he answered the phone this morning to her sobs. He thought his heart was breaking when he saw her lying asleep on the floor. But now, as he all but held her body weight against him, gently rubbing her back, and murmuring against her shoulder how much he loved her, he could literally feel the strings of his heart snapping.

Her body is shaking, weak and spent as she heaves again and again. Strangely enough, this (combined with the fact that she can feel John B's deep breaths on her back) helps to regulate her breathing enough to where she is calming down. She sniffs, and he sneaks a glance at her face, and sees her eyes are closed, right hand in her hair, left holding his. Her mouth is open as she breathes, and the tension in the air only gets heavier.

John B kissed her shoulder, and though her eyes don't open, she gives a short laugh that isn't comical in the slightest, and in the softest voice he's heard yet today, she says, "I'm sorry."

He kisses her shoulder again, not wanting to move until she did, but wanting to reassure her. "There's nothing to be sorry about."

She sniffs again, and though there are still tears on her cheeks, the sobs the had her whole body convulsing are for the most part gone. Her head is still in her right hand, and her eyes are still closed. "I'm pregnant." She confesses, opening her eyes to stare at the wall in front of her before closing again as her bottom lip trembles sporadically as she tries to fight off another breakdown now that he knows.

His mind is tripping over itself at the speed it goes, trying to think through what this means. He looks back at her face, and her eyes are still closed, but he can tell she's close to losing it again. He has no idea how long she's known.

Probably just since this morning, given the state she called him in. She was terrified, which was why she called him, but he realized that a large majority of that fear (for the time being at least) had to be at telling him. "Sarah." he turns her body around to face him which isn't difficult given how weak she is. He pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her, trying to shield her from the fear and pain that she is feeling. "It's okay." He says, and he can hear her crying again.

"I'm so scared." She admits, and he adjusting his arms trying to hold more of her in an attempt to hold her together. Because he knows if he can't focus on holding her together, then he's the one that's going to fall apart. And he's smart enough to know that he has to be strong for her right now, show her that he's supportive, and still loves her. He can, and most definitely will, break down later.

"I know." He's trying to think of what to say. As if there's something that can make the situation better, that can solve all of the pain in her heart. "I know, but Sarah," he's pulling back to try and look at her, because she has to know that he means every word. "Sarah, I promise you that I am not going anywhere, okay? We can- figure everything out, we can talk about everything, make a plan, we can do whatever we need to do, but I promise you I am not going anywhere. I love you." It's a phrase they've used so many times, so many ways, but this time he says it, he can hear the emotion that makes his voice thick and fragile. He knows she hears it, too, because her hands are on his face and bringing him back from his mental spiral. "I love you, Sarah. And I'm so sorry that this happened. I know you're scared, and I'm scared, and I don't know what we're going to do but I'm going to be here, okay. I'm going to protect you, and do whatever I can to keep you safe." She gives him a smile at his rambling. He tries to return it, but he can't think straight. He's thinking about how he's going to pay for a baby, and what is going to happen to them, and how are they going to make it work with her being at school? And do they move in together, or does he move here? Does she even want that, does she even want to have his kids? He can't help but feel guilty. He thinks of how hard she was crying earlier, how upset she was, and he definitely doesn't want to be the cause of that. Yet he is, because this was his doing, too. And all of a sudden he's apologizing.

"I'm so sorry, Sarah. I'm sorry. I know you didn't ask for this, and I know it hurts and-fuck-I'm just so sorry." He's crying, and she's been crying. Any other time and they would be laughing over the absurdity of them holding each other on the floor in the middle of her dorm room on a Thursday, and they probably will laugh about it. Maybe even sooner rather than later. But for right now, they let themselves be afraid. They allow themselves to grieve the plans, and futures they had in mind. Because even if they don't keep this baby (which John B thinks is highly unlikely, but he'll support her in whatever she decides) their relationship has changed. There will always be a before, and an after. This is the catalyst, the moment that it all changes. And for right now, they let themselves feel every part of it. 

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Chapters 3-5 of The Passed Out Princess

Pairing: My CMC (Uyu, Dan Byeol) x Suit Saeran See all chapters

Description: On days 7-9 of Ray’s route, the player is denied food as “Saeran” makes his presence first known. But, what if MC fell very ill under this method of torture due to a medical condition? Sadly, my custom MC, Uyu (full name Dan Byeol), would deal with exactly this dilemma.

Warnings and notes found in chapter 1-2

Without taking a second to assess the situation, he began his tantrum, entering the room without even a knock out of courtesy.

“Finally getting what you wanted and you’re laying down on the bed as if nothing matters! You should be grateful I even thought to check up on you!”

The door shut behind him with a slam.

“Well then? Up. Get up, toy. I didn’t come all the way out here to watch you sleep!”

Saeran made his way over to the bed, almost in a stomping manner.

Uyu let out a small groan, attempting to pick herself up to look him in the eyes, disobeying one of his direct orders on purpose even now. With some shifts, she made her way to sitting up at the edge of the bed close to him with a slouch in her posture. Moving about to face him signaled her forehead to throb again, causing her to instinctively lift her hand to touch it beneath her bangs, a wince escaping her mouth.

“Is that all you’ve got to show me how much I’m making you suffer? Tch. Pathetic! You suck. Take more lessons from Zen while you’re chatting with him so damn much. Maybe he can at least teach you to cry on command for me. Didn’t you take theater classes before or something?”

The tall man in black towered over her as he spoke, icy eyes glaring at her through marshmallow colored fringe which fell over them in his lean forward. His lips curled into a wicked grin before he broke the awkward silence again.

“Well then...what would you like to refer to this issue as? Tell me. You must have weaved quite the story in preparation for my arrival. Out with it!”

Uyu mustered up some strength to mutter out a little of what he needed to know, embarrassed having to explain herself and call for his help when he appeared to be nothing but cruel to her.

He had shouted at her. He had shoved her a little. He had pinned her against a wall and trapped her like a wolf hunting a small, doe eyed rabbit.

And now, here she was teaching him about one of her medical conditions. Needless to say, she wished it possible to pretend it all wasn’t happening.

“..I have chronic low blood sugar. If...my hunger goes unchecked…..it just drops...my blood sugar I mean... and I get sick….it’s undocumented as there’s not much else doctors can do other than tell me to eat..”

Oh the shame.

“Pfft-”

Saeran cackled, loudly, higher in pitch, his voice reaching a part of his lungs that made it almost wheezy.

“Seriously? I hate how your list of problems is so long a fool might have believed you. You��re so damn weak. Say... I wonder...should today’s playtime be me dangling food in front of your face, then? Come on. Let’s get you to stand first, hmm? Then I’ll fetch you something sucky...like raw carrots...and you’ll hop for me like a pet bunny in desperation. I’ll even be so kind as to help you to your feet. What do you say, princess? Would you like that? A gentlemanly hand extended to you from your master?”

He reached down, pulling her hand away from her forehead and clasping it in his right, intertwining her small fingers with his long and slender ones. She shivered at his touch, him being so much colder than she was, as if his hand had been resting in a freezer while apart from her.

“...No...Saeran I might throw up again-”

“Sure you will~”, he cooed, bringing his face to hers.

“Where is that vomit, by the way? Did you oh so conveniently make it to the toilet so it’s all flushed away and gone? Haha...it’s hard to play with a toy who won’t even stand…so up! I’ll help you now, giving you that sweetness you oh so crave. On the count of three! One...two…”

Uyu shook her head as she attempted to pull back away from him, but her hand was still trapped in his firm grip, growing stronger as she attempted to resist.

“Three!”

Saeran gave her a jerk forward, the pull almost sending her to hit the ground before she caught herself on his arm.

“Wow! She did it! She stands! See that wasn’t so har-”

Dan felt the blood seem to rush out of her brain and downwards in a waterfall motion as that hot and cold chill returned. Her legs teetered as she lost balance, falling before grasping at him, ending up in his arms entirely, Saeran trying to avoid being knocked over himself. She let out a “brrr” noise as she shuttered, so dizzy the room felt as if it were doing somersaults and tumbles as it tossed her limp body around.

“Toy? Toy! What the hell kind of a stunt...”

Saeran pulled her away from him to get a better look at her as her head rolled to the side feebly. He held the woman out by her shoulders in front of him as if she were a little rag doll he wanted to shake back and forth to somehow bring life back into her.

“Start speaking to me! It’s not funny! You can quit the act now…stop doing that…”

His tone grew softer as the sound of a stiffness in the back of his throat made itself known, gulping as if swallowing a ball. He spoke again through gritted teeth.

“Not funny….I’m getting angrier….pull yourself together, toy…”

And with a little jostle from him, her guts felt a sudden whirl before a solid drop as did her head, the color black with spirals seizing her sight as she could no longer sort of keep herself upright. Saeran let go of her shoulders, feeling her whole weight lean in on him, catching her before she could fall.

Dan had finally blacked out cold exactly at noon, leaving Saeran alone, drowning in a sea of his own panic.

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Saeran held her close to him for a minute out of shock, his captivating eyes wide, stunned and not wanting to witness what he was responsible for. With Uyu completely slumped into him, he maneuvered his arms around her to allow her frail unconscious body to lean backwards. He didn’t want to believe he caused her to actually pass out, supporting her with his left arm and gently caressing her soft cheek with the back of his right hand.

A part of him feared he had caused the unthinkable.

He spoke in a strained whisper.

“Princess…?”

Not to his surprise, he received no reply, not even the slightest sign that she was faking. He huffed gently as his bottom lip began to quiver...his underlying worry that she wasn’t indeed fooling him appeared now true. He pulled her close to his chest again, his heart hammering against her as he cursed under his breath, thoughts racing so fast he felt a headache of his own coming on.

“Shit….”

Saeran went down onto his knees, still cradling her as her head rested in the crook of his neck, scooching her so she was sitting on his lap. His heart hurt...it physically hurt...a crushing squeezing pain that made him want to rip it from his chest entirely. It felt as if a rose bush had wrapped its way around it, winding an elaborate cage of thorns which pierced through like a million needles; the prettiest rose wilted in his hands because he couldn’t give it basic sunlight and water. The rose which bloomed within Ray’s heart...unlike Ray, Saeran wasn’t a nurturing gardener. Screaming at a flower for not growing into what you wished it to become will do nothing. Or...was it that the flower had already blossomed as he tried to force it closed, back into becoming a bud? Either way, he could now feel the dryness of its shriveled petals as his first tear spilled down his hot cheek.

“You don’t seem so tough now…..aren’t you supposed to be able to handle what I throw at you?”

He pressed his face into her hair, the smell of her floral conditioner he once insulted overwhelming his senses.

With heavy shame and panic, the built up water in his tear ducts came trickling down in little glistening, frequent streams upon his pale face. He shook like a leaf in the wind.

“...I did it. I defeated you. Damn you. This was supposed to be better….feel better. I was promised this was what I wanted...but you made it too easy. I hate a lack of challenge...”

He lifted his head before scooping her up bridal style, carrying her to the princess bed to lay her down somewhere comfortable. Upon her back with her hair partially sprawled out behind her, her position resembled that of sleeping beauty, the one who cursed her to sleep as well as the one who could save her life sharing the same body. Saeran’s kiss could not wake her as the one who made her prick her finger on that spinning wheel, and her prince charming was gone, banished away as he could not stand the cruelties of the dark castle’s dungeons. Or at least, that’s how he felt; that he was acting as the Maleficent of this long tale.

He stared at her for a while, breathing rapidly as his chest puffed up and down, bewildered, seething and puzzled as to why this all hurt him so. His savior promised knocking Dan down was the way to go...after all, she corrupted Ray, disobeyed the savior and caused Ray to do the same, made Ray have to be cleansed...she was no good for him; a liar and a manipulator. That’s what his savior told him, and she was never wrong, was she?

He tried to take her state in again as he watched her, drinking up her lifelessness, pushing himself to feel positive about it. It was a good thing. This was a good thing. The savior might even congratulate him for this. He might even receive praise for doing the opposite as Ray had done, feeding her well put together meals despite not even having the time to sleep. Or, would the savior scold him for besting her too early? After all, she was still essential to bringing down the RFA, as useless as he made her seem to be.

“Yes, that’s it,” he thought. He HAS to make sure she’s ok so she can carry out her job. But why did it seem like so much more than that as he felt a soreness seeing her hurt? He put his hands in his hair, tugging at the white messy tufts by the roots as he audibly panted, feeling himself being sent into a frenzy of angry and confused alarm. He gasped and shook as his eyes glazed over and color drained from his complexion, internally feeling a tug a war between his yearnings and what he had been told. A few broken “ahs” and whimpers left his open mouth as Saeran stumbled backwards, bumping his heel on the bedside table with a thunk. His tears would not cease.

It felt as if no matter how he rationalized what had just happened, matching it to his savior’s wishes and words she whispered into his ears, he couldn’t find it within himself to feel successful or triumphant in any manner. He whipped himself around to avoid looking at the passed out princess, his gaze meeting a vase with fresh flowers left by Ray which she slept beside every night. This room was so full of her...so full of him...so full of them and their time spent together. With a loud crash, he knocked it over, the smashed bits aligning the floor as the water lay in a puddle, the flowers undamaged, surrounded by the mess.

He chewed skin off his lip, leaving it pinker and salty in taste. To avoid his savior’s disapproval, for acting so weak and for making Dan so ill, Saeran decided it was best to handle the entirety of the situation on his own. He licked away the bead of red hot blood, brimming from where he bit off skin before collecting himself to a degree to clean up what he had done.

He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror for a while, analyzing his features and making certain his emotions were concealed. He needed to hide his trembles and sobs if he were to re-enter the halls, wearing the iron mask of the strongest believer.

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Locking the door to keep Dan alone and safe, Saeran made his way around until he reached the place’s kitchen, keeping his head low to avoid the need to strike conversations or bark orders. The believers knew by now that his brisk walking and low hanging head meant no one was to disturb him, as he was probably doing something of importance for the savior. Same went for Ray, even. This made his trip rather quick and easy, even with the glances and stares he received in the halls. He paid no attention to the whispers which followed them.

“I’m hungry. Whip up something and make it fast. Doesn’t matter what as long as it’s got all the food groups and doesn’t taste like utter garbage.”

After Saeran commanded the Mint Eye chefs to get to work on a dish specially “for himself”, he pulled out his android phone to do a quick Google search on what might help with Uyu’s condition. From that he was able to piece together that candy and sugar can help provide immediate relief, for just a moment, as it would spike her blood sugars.

“Do we still have any candies around here? I want a few of those.”

“Yes Mr. Saeran sir...there are some mint candies and chocolates in the cabinet by your head…to the right. We got them recent-”

“No need to point it out and ramble. I know my way around the kitchen. Next time, just a simple yes unless I ask you to say more.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mint Eye was rather used to not seeing Saeran or Ray at meal times unless the savior requested him to attend and sit by her side, so to them, him taking his dinner to go was more normal.

He opened the white cupboard door, seeing numerous clear jars they’d set out on display during meal times. He shoved his hand into the chocolates first, taking it out empty then deciding to go for the mints, remembering “the little thing can’t have dairy.” Grabbing a solid handful of the sweet safe for her to eat, he shoved it all into the pockets of his dark suit, then leaning against the wall, eyeing the chefs at work.

As Saeran himself requested a meal, it was going to be elaborate and made by a whole team in an effort to please him, worry that a mistake could send them to be cleansed acting as a great motivator. Two people off to the right made small garlic potatoes while another two prepared a red wine sauce, to go with the steak a different believer was making. This did not include the last pair, which made stir fried vegetables, one cooking and one cutting.

The kitchen was quiet apart from the sounds of the sizzling, chopping, and stirring; Saeran swallowing saliva as his adam’s apple rolled up and then down, feeling the weight of the fear the room felt towards him. Many times, he saw that kitchens were depicted as being so loud and fun, full of life and chatter unlike this one. Saeran commanded authority and respect, yes, but none of these people would even dare say more than a yes sir no sir to him, let alone smile and act friendly. Would they even smile and talk if he wasn’t there? Or, was joy something this place had always lacked, him just now noticing because of the horribly confusing pit in his stomach at the moment? For the most part, he was on his own, the kindness he received from the savior being all he had to look forward to. And it was always enough for him, as the anxiety he provoked just being in the same room as the believers usually filled him with glee. But then...Ray found someone else who’d show him sweetness. A different kind of sweetness. One that would make his face hot to the touch and heart glow, as if he were under the bright blue sky getting a sunburn, sugary treats melting and dancing on his tongue with new flavors he just wasn’t used to. It was nerve racking and yet so energizing at the same time, something to look forward to as he snuck around to see Dan for so long. Saeran at least could say he found her words to be rather interesting, keeping him on his toes the brief time that they properly spoke together. And by brief...he meant three times. That dork passed out after they had only talked to each other three times.

He was used to the feeling of people trying to tear up his body and soul with their nails from the inside out...but not in the way she did. She at least spoke such honeyed words and phrases, sugar coated in such an unlike recipe as did the glaze which covered his savior’s. Even when telling him something harsh, Dan clarified that his best interest was always in her mind. Ray wished for more of this as he asked her to wreck his head outright. A foolish thing really. Or so Saeran was told.

“Umm...Mr. Saeran...your dish is ready.”

He picked up his stare from the floor to the believer now speaking to him as his train of thoughts were broken off. No matter how much of a display he tried to put on, his mind was somewhere else, somewhere it shouldn’t be. Thinking about someone it shouldn’t be.

“Yes, good. I’ll take the plate to my room as I’m very busy with my important work. Bring me some silverware and a napkin. And a water bottle. And cover the food so it stays warm.”

“Yes sir. For eternal paradise.”

“For eternal paradise..”

The kitchen staff said nothing to his face about the redness which surrounded his mint eyes and the tip of his nose, but behind his back was a different story.

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I figured @jellicle-home-for-jellicle-ships event would be the perfect chance for me to practice writing shorter stories. So here’s a little Platoria sick fic:

Plato poked his head in through the flap in the door, surveying the room. After confirming the coast was clear, he picked up his small basket and dashed into the house, following the familiar path through the kitchen, around the corner, and up the stairs. He paused just outside the door that was left slightly ajar, gently sniffing the air to confirm that no humans were present. He made his way in, heading to the bundle of blankets and pillows spilling out of an extravagant cat bed. The bundle coughed.

“Mistooo... where are you...” Victoria whined.

Plato placed his basket down and rounded the front of the bed, regarding the white ears poking out of the nest of blankets— the only part of Victoria he could see.

“Uhm, Misto’s still out, but—“

Plato was cut off by a shrill scream, followed by a strained cough, deep breath, and then, “Platowhatareyoudoinghere?!”

“Mistoffelees asked me to keep an eye on you while he was out.”

“No! Don’t look at me!” The ears vanished into the blankets.

“What’s wrong?”

His answer was a garble of sounds that was entirely smothered by the blankets.

“What?”

The blankets shifted, and then a muffled, “I’m so gross and ugly like this.”

Plato straightened up. “Vic, we made an oath. ‘In sickness and in health’. There’s no situation on Earth where I could see you as anything less than beautiful.”

“Plato...” she sniffled. “We aren’t married.”

“Not yet, but just you wait.”

That earned him a small, wheezy giggle.

“Now come on out of there. I want to see my beautiful queen.” He patted the bundle, enjoying the soft feel of fleece on his paws.

“No.” The bundle shifted as Victoria buried herself deeper in her cocoon. “ ‘m still ugly.”

“C’mon. If you don’t I may have find my way in there and show you how beautiful you are by cuddling you all up myself,” he teased.

“...Will there be kisses with those cuddles?”

“As many as possible,” Plato nodded to himself.

Another soft, wheezy giggle. “Well that doesn’t sound like much of a threat at all.”

“It will be when you have to explain to my mum why I’ve suddenly got the flu.”

“Jenny loves me. She’s more likely to blame you.”

“Damn. Guess I’ll have to pull out the big guns to flush you out,” Plato teased.

He started pulling at the blankets until he found an opening and ignoring Victoria’s indignant squeak, he quickly searched around until he found the soft fur of the queen’s sides and began tickling her.

“Ah! Plato no-“ Victoria squeeled, words peeling off into laughter as she started writhing about.

“I’m not gonna stop until you come out from there,” Plato laughed, narrowly avoiding being kicked in the stomach.

Plato did stop when Victoria’s raspy laughter turned into an aggressive coughing fit.

“Oh shoot, hold on!”

Plato began tearing at the blankets, pushing them out of the way until he was finally able to see the sick queen. Vic took a several labored breaths, coughing between each one, and Plato gently rubbed her back trying to help soothe her.

“I’m so sorry, Vic. I wasn’t thinking.”

Breathing under control, Victoria shuddered slightly before saying in a rough voice, “Its okay. It was nice to laugh, even if it hurts.”

Plato continued rubbing her back, smoothing the ruffled fur there back down. He was finally able to take a good look at her, and he couldn’t help but feel awful about it now. Still, true to his word, despite her runny nose, puffy face, leaky eyes and disheveled fur, he couldn’t help but find her to be the most beautiful cat he’d ever lay eyes on.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, once she seemed settled.

More coughing. “Guess.”

Plato tried not to wince. “Sounds bad. Did you need anything?”

“Kisses would be nice.”

He chuckled, “Anything else? Are you thirsty? Hungry?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? I brought a care package from the Junkyard. Munk helped me put it together.”

“A care package?” She seemed to perk up at that.

“Yeah! Hold on a sec.” Plato trotted back over to the back of the bed, dragging his forgotten basket around and beginning to dig through it while Vic eyed the package curiously.

“Let’s see, we have... some chamomile tea from Mum, Tuna-Tastic treats from Jelly, some flower crowns from Jem and Cettie to cheer you up, a picture of himself from Tugger, a Get Well Soon card signed by everyone, a bunch of crystals from Tantomile and Coricopat to ‘purify your negative energies’, some jewelry from Jerrie and Teazer, Pounce said this is his favorite toy—“

“Oh Everlasting! That’s a lot of stuff.”

“That’s not even half of it. Everybody left you a little gift to help you feel better.”

“That’s so sweet of them, but its really not necessary. I’m fine.”

“Everyone’s worried. You’ve never really gotten sick before.”

The whole time he’d lived in the Junkyard he had never seen Victoria with so much as a cough. Her or Mistoffelees. He wondered if it was because of whatever magic they had running through their veins. Victoria didn’t have the abilities to conjure cats or throw lightning like Misto, but Plato was sure she had magic just as much as her brother.

He could feel it when they sat together, when she danced and when she laughed. When he held her face between his paws and kissed her gently.

“I wish they wouldn’t. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

Plato hummed in agreement, though he had to admit he was just as worried as everyone else.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You don’t need anything? Anything at all?”

“Hmm, well... I am a little achey.”

“Maybe this’ll help.”

Plato climbed up into the cat bed, gingerly pushing the small queen until she was laying on her stomach. Being as careful as possible (he didn’t want to hinder her already weak breathing), he slowly began massaging her back, eventually moving down her arms and back up to her neck again. Victoria hummed in pleasure, melting under the touch of her boyfriend.

“That’s lovely. Exactly what I needed,” she moaned.

Plato was glad she was turned away and couldn’t see his blush. “Heh. I’m happy to help.”

They sat quietly for a moment, Plato gently kneading the white queen while listening to the soft wheezing that accompanied her every breath. After a while, her eyes closed, her breath evened out, and the queen drifted off into a comfortable sleep. Plato, as slowly and quietly as he could, pulled some of the blankets back over her body and then climbed out of the bed, careful not to wake her. He pulled Vic’s care package closer to the bed so she wouldn’t have to move far to grab it and crept towards the door.

“Plato?” her soft voice called.

“Yeah?”

“Stay with me? Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s... incredibly lonely being sick.”

Plato didn’t need to hear another word. He wordlessly climbed up into the bed with Victoria, shifting himself under the covers with her and curling around her smaller frame. As he pulled her against himself, perhaps a little too tightly, Vic turned around and stole a quick kiss before nuzzling her head against his chest. Plato laughed, kissing the top of her head, and the two cats drifted off to sleep together, purring loudly.

A few days later, Plato could be heard telling his mum that a few stolen kisses were well worth having caught the flu.

[kazunarei]

Dream

Thump

Sans opened his eyes blinking in the darkness of his room. 

He spent a moment lamenting his lost sleep before wondering where that sound came from. He knew it wasn't Papyrus, he never moved after Sans tucked him in after his story, so that left the human downstairs. The second human to fall into the Underground after the first child. The skeleton shuddered bones rattling softly, he didn't want to remember that first murderous child. First human seen in years and it was a homicidal little demon with a mission to fight him going out their way to enrage him by hunting down all the monsters in the Underground.

He shook his head, there was no point in remembering that demon, and rolled off his bed. Sans blinked, standing outside Papyrus' bedroom door he tipped his head listening intently. It took a few seconds to pick up his brother's wheezy snores and sighed relieved. Papyrus got cranky when he was woken in the middle of the night from anything that wasn't his cellphone. Brother still sleep, Sans hummed pleased and turned his attention to the small pool of light downstairs. The human, an older human, was from what he could see sitting on the floor the blankets Papyrus gave them settled in their lap. Their face was scrunched up in odd expression as the toyed with a lock of hair hanging in their face.

The skeleton made his way down the stairs being loud enough not the startle the human and they looked up blinking owlishly. "didn't know you were a night owl kid."

"I'm not," they muttered voice barely above a whisper before their expression turned sheepish, "Er well most of the time."

"you looking pretty ruffled though, something wrong? need more blankets for a perfect nest?" His grin widened a bit as they snorted quietly.

"If I had anymore I'd be roasting on the couch."

"better than being a cold turkey right?"

They giggled a smile spreading across their face that they covered with a hand. Sans relaxed stepping closer. "so kid, why are you sitting on the floor?"

"I fell off the couch."

"i figured that much out." This human was fond of giving straight answers, "why are you still on the floor?"

"Oh," The dark-haired human rubbed a cheek, "I was thinking. And didn't feel like moving I guess . . ."

"and what was so important that you'd rather freeze you butt on the floor than freezing on the couch?"

" . . . I think I had a nightmare and I'm trying to remember it."

He blinked slowly at that dropping next to the human. "why would you want to remember something that scared you awake? is this a human thing?" He was honestly confused.

"Haha I'm probably not the only one who does this," They laughed softly hands settling in their lap. "But it helps me. To remember what happened then I talk about it."

"out loud?" Sans tilted his skull.

"Mm yeah." The human hummed in reply lacing their fingers together. "I always did that. For as long as I can remember if I woke up in the middle of the night I would turn my light on and then grab my stuffed toys and place them infront of me and talk about the dream." They tipped their head back rolling it on the couch cushion.

"that really helps?" He asked again. The human turned their head to blink at him.

"It helps me yeah." They eyed him considering. "Do you have nightmares too? Really bad ones?" Sans looked away. "Hey you don't have to tell me. I did just say I talk to my stuffed toys. They can't talk back or ask questions you don't want to answer or make faces at you. You can do the same, it might help if they really bother you." The human twisted reaching under the couch pulling their bag out. "Here you can talk to this guy, he won't judge you." They stuck a hand into the bag pulling a plush free. Sans eyed it with the limited light coming from the cellphone on the floor between them. It had bright yellow hair? And was dressed in white, blue, and green clothes with big blue eyes. It honestly reminded him of something he saw Alphys watch one day.

"This is Minato." The plush was pressed against his side. "You can borrow him for the rest of the night."

"right." Sans eyed the plush and took it holding it up. "thanks kid." He stood and the human rose as well gathering the pile of blankets settling themselves on the couch sighing.

"No problem. I hope it helps is all. Night."

"night." He blinked letting hisself fall onto his bed holding the plush over his face. "so I just talk to you huh?" Sans muttered tilting the toy in the darkness. It said nothing not that he was expecting it too. "hm heh heh this is weird." He chortled softly. "i've gone so long holding this back i don't know if i can even talk about it to myself." He let the doll drop on his chest squeezing one of its hands between his phalanges. "but the kid is sure this will help and they've been so nice to everyone and Papyrus so maybe . . ." The skeleton sighed. ". . . y'know your human wasn't the first to drop here, there was one before them." He stopped staring blankly his fingers moving up to the plush's hair. "they came out the ruins covered in dust, determine to do something."

Sans shuddered, suppressed horror rolling through him. "yeah that kid was on a quest. nothing stopped them not even not even-" His voice cut off as he shook eye sockets tingling. "Papyrus," He choked and gasped. It's been almost two months since the first human dropped and it still stung him. It made him want to curl into ball and never move again just thinking about it. "i saw it. i watched that demon kill him. it was so fast i didn't even realize what happened until Papyrus' head fell and his body turned to dust. and i just blanked." Sans uttered a watery laugh. "i don't really remember what happened after that. everything just went hazy blurred together it was all fuzzy i i lost myself." He fell silent blinking back tears.

"i don't know what I did, where i went, who i spoke too, i was just gone. it was all so muddled i'm sure i wasn't thinking straight but at some point i realized i had to do something." He paused once more letting his hand trail to the plush's foot squeezing it. "funny when i came to i was standing in the corridor before the barrier. it was a good thing, a few minutes later the human walked in."

"and i killed them. over and over and over. i lost count at some point. we were going at it for hours, until my magic was just about gone, the best I could do at the end was just push them back if they moved towards me. that was when they starting laughing."

"they laughed and laughed and then they spoke. only said four words."

"Thanks for the fight."

Sans spent a moment just breathing deeply. His magic rolled through his bones with his rising agitation. Just thinking about those words made him seethe. "all those deaths, that old lady behind the door, all the dogs, Papyrus, Undyne, all the monsters they came across, just just to fight me!"

His voice shook as he fought back hysterical laugher. "and and you wanna know what happened after that? after they said that? i woke up here in bed with Pa-Papyrus at the door yelling for me to get up." He gasped and snorted pressing a hand over his mouth trying to muffle his voice. "i i think i lost something after that. i was so clingy and Papyrus was so confused, i couldn't tell him, how could i tell him, and i didn't let him out my sight for days. didn't even go to Grillby's, didn't stick one phalange in the doorway, didn't even look at the door. i was such a bother Papyrus actually had to take me in!"

Sans chortled, "he he he was ranting the whole time. glad i was taking a keen interest in his puzzles but y'know it's kinda hard to set them up or think about them for that matter when your brother is literally sitting and hovering around you. he told Grillby that i wasn't allowed to leave until he came back for me!" He wheezed and panted catching his breath. The skeleton lay still twitching with giggles until he was calm. He hope he hadn't woken his brother with the fit.

"so yeah haven't seen that human at all. never showed up again, i think. then your human appeared, walked out the ruins looking around like they never seen snow before even though they're dressed for the cold. heh kid's gonna burn when they hit hot land." He chuckled quietly relaxing. He was silent for minutes. "oh y'know i think i feel better . . . ?" Or at least he felt content. Sans hummed squeezing Minato to his chest. "heh you're a pretty great listener huh? thanks." He let his eye sockets close.

"SANS IT IS MORNING. THE HUMAN IS AWAKE YOU HAVE NO REASON TO STAY IN BED!" Sans groaned rolling away from the door as it opened. "SANS UP!"

"nooo." He was sleeping so well.

Papyrus stomped across the room sweeping the smaller skeleton into his arms. "SANS YOU- WHAT IS THIS?" Sans cracked a socket open to peer down.

"oh this is Minato."

"MINATO? WHERE AND WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS?"

"human gave'em to me. said increases sleep power by 50 percent."

"NYEH?! ABSOLUTELY NOT! SORRY YOU MUST GIVE IT BACK TO THE HUMAN. YOU SLEEP ENOUGH AS IS."

"whatever you say bro." Papyrus carried him down stairs to the kitchen. The human sat at the table looking like how he felt, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. They slurred something at him as he was set in one of the chairs his brother moving to the stove to tend to the food. "morning human, here's Minato." Sans passed the plush over the table.

"Mm? Oh right I wondered where he went. Haha I forgot and almost had a heart attack when I couldn't find him." They took the plush hugging it. "So did it work?"

Sans grin widened. "yeah i think it did." He wasn't completely over what happened but the talk helped just bit. He felt lighter, a little less like he was gonna fall apart.

"Cool!" The human beamed then yawned blinking slowly. They placed Minato on the table and rested their head on the plush sighing. Sans hummed and mimicked them using his arms.

Papyrus sang behind him he could hear the human infront of him breathing deepening. 'this is fine.' He thought dimly eye sockets fluttering shut.

"OKAY! BREAKFAST WILL BE- NOO! NO SLEEPING AT THE TABLE! SANS HUMAN WAKE UP!"

Sans didn't even twitch but he did snicker as the table shook from the human jumping in surprise then cursing in pain causing Papyrus to scold them.

Yeah this was fine.