#I should've slept instead of staying up all night
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chaos-vulpix · 1 year ago
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"1121" by Halsey is so Ghostsoap-coded in all its angsty glory. Like, "Bells in Santa Fe" & "Ya'aburnee" also give the vibe for these two as well, but "1121" really hits that desperation, that devotion, that despair.
The lyrics just scream of Ghost's love for Soap; how the Brit has never felt such feelings so strongly for anyone before until he fell for the Scot; how the Lieutenant is unwilling to accept the idea of ever losing his Sergeant; how Simon is willing to give Johnny his heart, the most fragile part of his very being, and how he'd break it himself to show how much he loves him.
The fact that song title is the numerical date for November 21st, and the final mission of MWIII, "Trojan Horse", takes place on November 21st is just sheer coincidence...
MWIII SPOILERS UNDER BREAK IF YOU STILL DON'T KNOW YET. NO SHAME IN THAT, BUT I DO ENVY YOU GUYS FOR NOT KNOWING
...and don't get me started on the lyric "Took one in the temple", because guess what happened to Soap!
"1121" may be about Halsey's love for her child, her surprise of being pregnant, and her fear of another miscarriage following many others. But for Ghost, it's his love for Soap ensnaring his very soul, fearing the inevitable day he'd lose him... and the despair of experiencing it on November 21st, his broken pieces barely held together by the rest of 141, a burning hatred growing within, compeling him to hunt down Makarov, even if it kills him & potentially sends Ghost to wherever Soap went next if he's lucky, or if Simon wonders if he even deserves to after everything he's done in his life...
...or, if you're more inclined to tell Activision to go fuck themselves, it could be Ghost holding a silent vigil in a dark hospital room, accompanied by the beeping sounds of medical machinery keeping his Scottish spitfire of a soulmate alive, his body battered & bruised, his sunshine dimmed, but still alive if barely by a sheer miracle, praying for the day his Sergeant wakes up sooner than theorized before he loses his mind...
...or maybe it's Simon, in the early morning hours, tracing his fingers across the scar on Johnny's head as they lay in the Lieutenant's bed. Simon, how needs the light breathes against his chest to remind him that Johnny still lives, that what happened in that tunnel was a nightmare they both woke up from. Simon, who reevaluates just how deeply in love he is, that he's even deeper than he thought, that he may have deeper to go still. Simon, who watches Johnny open his eyes slowly once more, another reminder of life still clinging to the Scot's flesh & bones, greeting him with his Scottish accent that he wants to hear forevermore until a more dignified end claims them both. Simon, who will soon get up after Johnny convinces him to stay in bed for longer, who gets dressed in his iconic dark garb & skull mask, who helps the rest of the 141 hunt down Makarov so he can put a bullet in the man's head for even thinking about killing his boyfriend. Simon, who returns to the same bed once the moon is high, finding bliss within two warm arms & a sun-tinged voice that reminds him of everything he's worth & more.
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wheeboo · 10 months ago
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shirt(less) | lee jihoon
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SYNOPSIS. in which jihoon should really learn to wear a shirt whenever someone is at his place... unless you don't want him to. PAIRING. lee jihoon x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. shirtless jihoon (yes, this is the MAIN warning), just reader (you guys 🫵 checking him out), a lil lil suggestive, kissing, terms of endearment, mild cursing WORD COUNT. 1.3k
notes: just a silly thought i had thanks to nana tour blessing us with shirtless clips 😚
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Jihoon really isn't used to people sleeping over at his place.
It's not like he doesn't want for people to sleep over (some of his members have involuntarily slept over many, many times at some point), he's fine with people sleeping over as long as he has his own little space to decompress. His place is his safe haven, his personal castle, his own little pocket of Jihoon-ness where he could exist without the need to put on a show. Here, he could simply be Lee Jihoon.
That is, until his life started to intertwine with you.
It was a simple invitation𑁋you decided to stop by with dinner and ended up staying longer than usual, and Jihoon had offered for you to stay the night. He remembers seeing the hesitant look to your face at first, but then you agreed with a warm smile. And despite some of the nerves and shaking off the anxious thoughts realising he had just offered you to stay at his place for the first time in your early relationship, Jihoon found comfort in the fact that it was you. And that's okay.
However, he probably should've been more mindful with you staying here. When he's alone and doesn't have anyone staying over (which again, he isn't exactly used to), he's used to settling down for the night at his own pace, with his own routine, so he probably should've told you beforehand that he... doesn't sleep with a shirt on most of the time.
And no, he didn't forget that you were sleeping over; it's just that the thought simply slipped his mind and hit him the moment he had opened the door to his bedroom.
"Hoonie, do you think tomorrow we can𑁋oh my god!"
The loud shriek makes Jihoon shoot his eyes to where you stood next to his bed, noticing the blush that had quickly spread across your face as your eyes widen in surprise. He lifts a brow, before looking down at himself, and he feels the embarrassment heat up at the tips of his ears.
Oh, he's shirtless.
You find yourself standing frozen like a deer caught in headlights, mind going blank, unable to tear your eyes away from your boyfriend's chest in full display in front of you. Your cheeks are definitely burning hotter than the kimchi stew you shared for dinner earlier.
Jihoon's heart stutters in his chest. He feels a blush of his own creeping up his neck, mirroring the one painting your cheeks like a delicate rose. Shit, he wants to melt into the floorboards, disappear into the fabric of his nonexistent shirt. But instead, he stands there, frozen in the awkward form of his bedroom doorway.
"I, uh..." he stammers, voice barely above a whisper. "I usually don't sleep with a shirt on."
He knows it sounds lame, like something a teenager caught in his underwear might say. But it's the truth, the only defense he has against the heat rising in his cheeks and the sudden, unwelcome flutter in his stomach.
Your eyes might as well bulge out of your skull at this point, darting between his bare torso𑁋taking in the clean lines of his abs and the gentle curve of his shoulder blades𑁋and the open door behind him, contemplating a quick escape route that wouldn't involve jumping out of the window. A nervous laugh escapes your lips, before you snap your gaze away.
You have seen Jihoon on stage, in music videos, in photoshoots𑁋you know he has a good build, sure. But seeing him shirtless in his own private space, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, it all felt impossibly intimate. And you can't help but ogle.
"I... I didn't know," You finally let out nervously, eyes flitting back to his chest for a fleeting moment before darting away again.
His eyes meet yours, and you see a flicker of vulnerability in them. He's nervous too, You realise.
"Sorry," he mumbles in slight embarrassment. "I should've warned you."
Warned you? You almost want to laugh at that. How could anyone warn you for the sight of your boyfriend, shirtless and disheveled, standing in his bedroom doorway?
"It's okay," You assure, gathering your wits. "It's just... unexpected."
Then Jihoon lets out a chuckle. "You're acting as if you haven't seen me shirtless before. I send you gym pictu𑁋"
"Okay, b-but this is in person, so it's different!" You exclaim quickly, cutting his words off.
"So do... you want me to put on a shirt? If it makes you uncomfortable𑁋"
"No! It-it's fine, really. I mean, it's your place, and you're comfortable, right?" You interject, your words a bit too rushed. "I'll just... get used to it. It's okay. Besides, you... look really good."
Jihoon's cheeks flush even deeper. He sees the way your eyes keep flicking back to his torso, then quickly looking away, and it makes his heart race in a different way this time. It's not the nervous thump of embarrassment anymore, but something else. He steps closer to you, and you nearly stub your toe on the footboard of his bed.
“You think so?" he questions, a pinch of tease to his words.
You nod, heart still throbbing in your chest. "Yeah, I-I mean I know you work hard at the gym and that you're always practicing so I𑁋"
Jihoon cuts you off with his lips melting onto yours. It's a kiss that tastes like surprise, like nervous laughter held back, like the sweet, lingering warmth of the kimchi stew from earlier. Your hands find their way to his arms, tentatively tracing the line of his biceps, before wrapping around him and pulling him closer, your palms meeting the smooth contours of his back. The warmth of his skin against yours sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself melt into him, the awkwardness of the situation forgotten.
When he pulls away, his eyes are soft and locked on yours, searching for your reaction. A playful smile dances on his lips, and you can't help but return it with a breathless giggle of your own, before a yawn leaves you. You stifle it with the back of your hand, feeling your eyelids getting heavy despite the surge of electricity that coursed through you just moments ago.
"Tired?" Jihoon asks you.
"Yeah, a bit." You sit down on his bed, toying at his soft sheets with your fingers. "Lay down with me?"
The smile on his face widens just slightly, and that's enough of an answer that you need. You crawl into the bed, slipping under the covers as he climbs in beside you, pulling the covers over both of you. The bed smells like him, a comforting mix of laundry detergent and his natural scent, and you snuggle closer into his pillow, letting your exhaustion melt away.
You feel Jihoon shift right behind you, hearing a yawn of his own leave his mouth. You flip yourself around to face him, your eyes meeting his sleepy ones in the soft moonlight filtering through the window.
"Is it okay if... if we cuddle?" You whisper, a hint of shyness in your voice.
A curve of Jihoon's lips bloom like a flower opening to the morning sun.
"More than okay," he replies softly.
Then he wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you close, his bare chest warm against yours. It's more intimate than you ever imagined your first sleepover at his place would be, yet it feels incredibly right. You let out a contented sigh as you adjust yourself in his hold, your head resting on his chest and your legs intertwined together under the sheets.
"Comfortable?" he murmurs, voice a low rumble in the quiet room.
"Mhm," You hum in response, nuzzling closer to him.
Some silence passes, and you take the time to listen to Jihoon's heartbeat against your ears, with a finger lightly tracing the outline of his shoulder, his skin smooth and warm under your fingertips. His breath quietly hitches from your touch.
"Mmh, babe?" You call out to him. "Can I tell you something?"
Jihoon's eyes flutter open. "Hmm?"
A tiny smirk crosses over your face, and you move yourself up in his hold to be able to whisper in his ear, your breath tickling against his skin.
"You're so pretty."
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ninii-winchester · 3 months ago
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Lie to me
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Pairing : Dean Winchester X reader
Word count : 4k
Warnings : angst, hurt/no comfort, Major character death, depressing thoughts, canon violence.
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.
Dean was tossing and turning in his bed in the motel room. Sam was soundly asleep on the other bed. The two of them had just burn the bones of an old lady who was haunting her old house after she'd committed suicide. Dean was tired but he couldn't fall asleep. He quietly left the room and made his way towards Baby. He knew he shouldn't disturb Y/n this late but he knew she barely slept herself. It was two in the morning and he texted her asking if she's awake and she called him instead of answering.
"Why aren't you asleep?" Was the first thing she asked as he picked up.
"I could ask you the same thing." He retorted settling in the front seat of the Impala.
"I'm not the one who came from a hunt." She replied and he chuckled. He loved how she reprimanded him for the exact same thing she does herself. He knew she wouldn't let it go unless he turned the conversation around, so he filled her in all about the hunt and how she should've joined them for this one.
"It was literally just a ghost. Salt and burn. It didn't even need two people and you're saying I should've came along too." She replied sassily. They talked for a while when she suddenly asked, "why didn't you find someone to entertain you for the night?" Dean shrugged even though she couldn't see him.
"Why would I need to find someone else when I could easily call my sweetheart." He replied with a smirk and she could hear it in his voice. This was something she hated about Dean. He constantly flirted with her and called her nicknames but never went further. She knew she had a small crush on him, who wouldn't. But he never showed any interest in her other than his incessant flirting. He hooked up with women left and right. He never even bothered to react when she was approached by guys or even if she left with one, once in a blue moon. She wasn't the type to sleep around but a girl has here needs, and finding a partner in this type of lifestyle can be a hassle. She knew Dean wouldn't turn her down if she made a move but she didn't want to be just another woman in Dean Winchester's bed so she never acted on her feelings. But his behaviour made it harder for her to keep her feelings at bay.
"I think you should've." She replied try to keep the bitterness out of her tone but it didn't go unnoticed by Dean.
"Why should I have?" He questioned curiously. He couldn't quite understand why she became so dismissive when the two were having a great conversation.
"I'm going to sleep, Dean. You should too." She faked a yawn and he could tell something was off. She was his best friend and he could tell she was hiding something. But at the same time he knew she wouldn't tell him no matter how hard he tried to get it out of her. That's just how she was. He let out a sigh and said goodbye hanging up. Dean wondered what made her cut the call short. He recalled the whole conversation hoping he could remember if he said something to upset her. But nothing came to mind. He let out another sigh before getting out the car and going back to his motel room.
Y/n dropped onto the mattress of the motel room she was staying at. She herself had finished a salt and burn two days ago in a town in Michigan, but she didn't leave because she liked this place. The motel room wasn't as bad as the others she'd been to and the people were nice. And there were no other hunts that she knew of. She didn't like the research work to find hunts so she mostly relied on Bobby to send cases her way. Or any other hunter who needed backup.
She laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She wasn't aware of the supernatural and she lived a normal life. John Winchester once saved her from a Wendigo in the woods and she'd been grateful to him. When she had another run in with a supernatural creature, a ghost in her apartment, she called John but he didn't answer and she found his son's number from his voicemail. And that's how she met Dean. He was a flirt, she gathered the minute he walked inside her apartment and confirmed it when she cheekily asked her if she wanted to thank him some other way. She remembered the way she rolled her eyes at him and told him off and how he chuckled, sending a wink her way, telling her to call him if she changed her mind. But she also remembers how she found him extremely attractive.
Knowing about the supernatural and running into trouble twice she decided to learn to defend herself. She called Dean and asked if he could teach her. Luckily for her, he agreed saying how he didn't have anything better to do since his brother went to college and his father left him on his own. She learnt stuff quickly and after a hunt with Dean, she knew she wanted to help save people for the rest of her life. He introduced her to Bobby and Sam, when he came back and the rest was history.
Her phone rang and she groaned not wanting to deal with anyone at the moment. Calls with Dean often mess with her and she had a hard time convincing herself that it's just how he is and it's nothing serious. She looked at the caller ID and furrowed her brows.
"Do you ever check the time before calling?." She spoke into her phone.
"Good morning your highness, my apologies. Did you have your tea yet?" Bobby sassed from the other side of the phone and she rolled her eyes.
"I drink coffee. Keep up old man." The man grunted in response and she chuckled. He told her he found a case and its a huge vampire nest, with probably fifteen vampires and they're causing trouble in Rockford, Illinois. "Are you really so tired of me that you're sending me there by myself?" She joked making Bobby roll his eyes to the back of his head.
"I've called Sam and Dean too. They'll meet you there." He replied. She affirmed that she heard him. Saying their goodbyes she hung the phone.
Just what I need.
She met up with the Winchesters the next day. Dean tried to get her to talk to him but she brushed him off, not bothering with him unless it was hunt related. Sam furrowed his brows at the interaction clearly baffled as she's never dismissed Dean before. The hunt went pretty well and Y/n finally let loose. She went to her friendly self as they hit the nearest bar for celebratory drinks. Her mood instantly dampened when a pretty brunette walked up to Dean and he flashed her his ever so charming smile. Y/n frowned as Dean let the woman whisk him away for the night. She'd expected him to stay but it was just wishful thinking. She knew he would never refuse a good time.
"Why don't you just tell him?" Sam quipped from beside her as she peeled at the label of her beer bottle, fingers picking at the edges absentmindedly. She sent him a glare but he didn't waver, and shot her a look.
"It's Dean. The chances of him cutting me off are far greater than him wanting anything real with me." She replied taking a swig of her drink.
"That's not..." Sam tried to defend his brother but then he stopped himself mid sentence. He knows Dean wouldn't want to risk getting close to anyone, even if it's Y/n.
Y/n patted Sam on his arm, reassuring him that she's fine and he doesn't have to make excuses for his brother. Surprisingly enough, Dean left the Impala to Sam so he left early and since she had her own car, she took her time going back. She arrived at the motel but she didn't want to go inside their room, not yet atleast. She noticed a swing set right outside the motel which was unlikely for places like these. She made her way to the swings and sat down on one. Self deprecating thoughts thoughts swarmed inside her head as she looked up at the sky.
It's her own fault she fell for the hunter anyways. She should've known she wasn't someone he'd want to be with. She's not the ideal woman one would want. At least not someone like Dean would want. She doesn't have the perfect curvy figure or any specific features that make her stand out. Her hair's unkept most of the time and she's got scars all over her body. She's not desirable.
She didn't know how much time had passed but she could see the darkness fade around her. The sun wasn't up yet it wasn't dark anymore. With a loud sigh she continued to stare ahead to figure out a way she could get out of this mess without a heartbreak. She heard the familiar thump of boots against the pavement and looked up to see Dean walking towards the motel. He had his jacket in his hand and he was whistling as he walked.
At least someone had a good night.
Dean noticed a figure perched on a swing and recognised the silhouette. With hurried steps he approached her and took a seat beside her on the swing. She turned to look at him and immediately regretted seeing the red and purple hickies that lingered on his neck.
"What're you doing out here?" Dean asked staring at her face.
"Just thinking. Did you have a good night?" Y/n replied, she wondered if she's some sort a masochist who finds pleasure in inflicting pain upon oneself.
"Yeah it was good. What're you thinking about?" Dean was curious, she'd been acting distant and he wanted to know why. She's even sitting out here in the early hours of the day when she should've been sleeping. "You're distant." He added like a child who lost his toy. He missed his best friend if he was being honest.
"Really Dean? I wasn't the who one left my friends for sex." She didn't intend to snap but his words struck a nerve and she felt the need to defend herself.
"You say as if you've never done that before!" Dean replied sharply. "Something is going on with you that you're clearly not telling me." He was getting frustrated with her behaviour and he needed to know.
"Well maybe I don't like watching you go off with women all the time." She answered harshly and he flinched at her tone. He could only managed to choke out a 'What?' not getting what she meant. She stared ahead keeping quiet.
"What's the supposed to mean?" Dean asked again.
"You're really gonna make me say it, won't you?" She scoffed and he shook his head in confusion. "I like you Dean, more than a friend." She said quietly, hoping he didn't hear her but the silence enveloping them made it left no doubt that he heard her loud and clear. She had prepared herself for his rejection but she didn't think his silence would hurt this bad.
"Y/n I, I've never-..." he stuttered not knowing how to get his point through without breaking her heart. "I've always thought of you as my best friend, is all." She looked down at her lap, nodding her head in understanding. There we no tears however her heart was being ripped apart inside.
"Why'd you always make me feel special? Constant flirt with me and gave me those nicknames. Why'd you act like you cared?" Dean rubbed a hand over his head. "Why'd you lead me on?" Her voice was small and accusing.
"It wasn't an act. I do care about you. I didn't mean to. I thought..." he trailed off not wanting to hurt her any more than he already did.
"I get it." She cleared her throat. What else was she supposed to say or do? Throw a fit? The option she had was to accept the fact that he wouldn't love her ever.
"I do love you, Y/n/n. Just not the way you-" He started but she interrupted him.
"I said I get it, Dean." She nodded again. "I think we should go inside." She said standing up from her place and heading towards the room. Sam was fast asleep when she entered the room. She sat on the pullout couch when Dean entered the room and settled on the other bed. They would usually share the bed since they'd been best friends for years but now it all seemed too awkward. Even being in the same room as him was suffocating her.
After hours of tossing and turning Dean finally slipped into a deep slumber and Y/n took it as a chance to grab her stuff and slip out of the room, and their lives. For good.
When Sam woke up he noticed Y/n was gone. Her was not in the parking lot and her bag was gone too. He shook his brother awake notifying him of her departure. Dean knew she would want to have some time apart but he didn't expect her to leave without as much as a goodbye.
"Why'd did she leave without saying goodbye?" Sam wondered out loud and Dean looked at his feet. He knew the reason she left, he was the reason she left. He shouldn't have been so careless with his gestures that gave her the wrong idea. Sam recognised the look on his brother's face as guilt. "What did you do?" He asked and Dean looked up.
"What makes you think I did something?" Dean felt offended at his brother's accusation.
"Because it's written all over your face so fucking spill." Sam glared at his brother folding his arms across his chest.
"I just told her the truth." Sam raised his brow, gesturing him to continue. "She told me she liked me and I told her I don't feel the same. It's not my fault she couldn't be an adult about it." Dean snapped, his anger flaring up as he felt unfairly portrayed as the villain.
"You told you her you don't reciprocate her feelings?" Sam asked incredulously. "Dean are you insanse why would you say that?"
"Because that's the truth!! I told her I loved her as a friend, not in the way she wants me to." Dean snapped back. Sam shook his head at his brother's stupidity. Sam knew deep down Dean loved Y/n more than anyone. She was his best friend but most of she was that one person had made a special place in his brother's heart.
Sam didn't say anything instead he went out to call Y/n. She didn't any of his calls and it went straight to voicemail. She didn't want to talk to anyone. All she wants is to deal with her heartbreak once and for all. And then she'll go back to her friends, to Dean. And they can pretend it never happened.
Four months passed without any contact with the boys and Y/n was nowhere near getting over Dean. She'd assumed hearing him reject her would get her the closure she needed to get over her crush it seemed to be more than a crush. Over the four months Sam continued to call her and leave messages for her and she would always just send him a little text telling him alive. Nothing other than that. He was atleast greatful that was alive.
Y/n had found a ghoul case in Ohio and as much as she hated those awful creatures she decided to go. The ghoul had been digging up graves to feed on the dead, so she made her way to the cemetery, a molotov cocktail and lighter safely tucked in her jacket and a machete in case something goes southways.
With a flashlight tightly gripped in her hand she entered the cemetery. It was late and she could she a silhouette a few feet away from where she stood. It was hunched over something and she could tell he was feeding off of a dead body. She grimaced as she neared the creature. The crunch of leaves beneath her boot resounded in the otherwise quiet cemetery making the ghoul turn to look at her. The ghoul hissed at her and jumped at her before she could react. With a swift motion she dodged it and moved aside kicking it away. The creature seem to grow angry and lurched towards her, it managed to hold her arm and bit her forearm. She screamed in agony as it’s sharp teeth dug into her flesh. She took a deep breath before she pushed at his chest, the ghoul taking it as an opening to dig its claw in the side and rip a patch of flesh from her body. Y/n headbutted it and the ghoul went barreling straight into a tombstone. She fell to the ground and quickly took out the Molotov cocktail and lit it up before throwing it at it, burning it alive.
Now that the ghoul was taken care of she moved backwards until her back hit one of the tombstones and cradled her side. She was bleeding profusely and she knew she couldn’t make it out of here on her own. She could call for help but she wasn’t sure who to call. She was too prideful to call the boys. She dug out her phone from her jacket and called Bobby. He grumbled as he answered the call.
“This better be good.” The old man said over the phone. Y/n let out a chuckle at his words.
“Heya Bobby. Ran into a bit of trouble.” She said sheepishly.
“What happened? Are you hurt?”
“Ghoul ripped my side if that’s your definition of trouble. And he bit my arm.” She scoffed followed by a chuckled.
“Where are you damnit?”
“Ohio.” She breathed out feeling herself getting tired. Bobby cursed under his breath. Ohio was a good hundred miles away. It would take him hours to reach her.
"Ohio? Damn, y/n, that’s a long way. How you even end up all the way out there?" She didn’t answer, instead she coughed, spitting the blood beside her. Bobby sighed knowing he couldn’t get to her in time. “Hey keep talking. Describe your surroundings to me.” He put her on speaker as he called Sam from his other phone. He didn’t answer so he left him a voicemail.
“Its a dark cemetery, trees are pretty though.” He heard her voice becoming quiet. “Not bad for a last view huh?” She chuckled and Bobby took in a sharp breath. He really wanted to reprimand her not to say things like that but at this point he wasn’t even sure if she’d make it. “Hey, can I call you back?” She asked randomly. The old man frowned asking her why but she didn’t respond. Instead she hung up on him. With her vision blurred she managed to call Dean. The phone rang for a few seconds and to her surprise he answered.
“Y/n?”
“Dean.” She mumbled. “I didn’t wake you up did I?” breathing was shallow and irregular, each breath coming in ragged gasps as if the air itself was slipping away.
“Y/n? What’s wrong? You sound-” She interrupted him.
“You have pretty eyes. They’d make good for a last view.” She chuckled. Dean's heart skipped a beat at her words. There was something in your tone, something that made his stomach twist uncomfortably.
“What are you talking about? What do you mean, ‘last view’?" Dean clenched his jaw, a sense of dread building in his gut. Something was wrong, very wrong. He quickly woke Sam and filled him in on the situation.
“I’m sorry I walked out.” She coughed up more blood and sputtered, choking on it. “I’m sorry for ruining….our friendship.” Dean shook his head already making his way towards his car. Sam following behind.
“Where are you? What happened?” Dean was now getting anxious. She sounded so fragile, as if she was on the verge of her end. God—he didn’t even want to think about it.
“Ohio Cemetery, Ghoul.” She heard him open his car door and slamming it shut. “I just wanted to….. I love you Dean. Tell Sam I’m sorry.” She could feel her tears builidng up as hot white pain surged through her body.
“No…no no, don’t you dare die on me.” He growled stepping on the gas. “I’m coming to get you.” She smiled wistfully, knowing it’s futile. She’s not going to make it.
“Hey Dean.” Her breaths came in faint, uneven whispers, barely rising above the sound of the surrounding silence. “Do me a favour?” Tears sprung to Dean’s eyes and he nodded his head even though she couldn’t see him.
“Anything. Just please hold on. I’m on my way.” He begged, his heart felt like it was being crushed under a weight of helplessness.
“Lie to me.” She whispered and Dean’s foot stepped on the brakes making the Impala swerve a bit. Sam looked at his brother as the car came to a halt. “Lie to me once please.” Dean knew what she meant, he knew what she wanted him to say. But he couldn’t lie to her. Not when she’s taking her last breath. And because it wouldn’t be a lie.
“I can’t.” He whispered and she sucked in a sharp breath. “I can’t lie to you. But I can tell you I love you. It’s the truth.” Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the overwhelming sense of grief, sorrow and regret. “I love you so much it hurts.” He cried. Sam patted his brother on the back, unable to hold onto his own tears.
“You sound pretty convincing.” Y/n chuckled feeling the strength in her limbs drain with every passing moment, and her once-strong grip had become weak and feeble.
“It’s the truth, I just didn’t want you to be in danger because of me. I wanted to protect you. I pushed you away. When all I wanted was to hold you close to me. I do fucking love you.” Dean said angrily. Not angry at her but with himself for being a fool, for letting her go. For not being there to protect her.
“It’s okay.” She whispered. The atmosphere around her felt heavy and somber, marking the approach of an inevitable end. “I love you.” She felt the phone slip from her grasp as she took in her final breath. The phone fell to ground with a thud, and Dean panicked.
Dean’s desperate pleas through the phone fell into a haunting void, the line now carrying only the echoes of his sorrow. The sudden, silence left a heavy, unspoken grief that seemed to linger, a stark reminder of a love that was cut short by the cruel hand of fate.
“Y/n? Sweetheart? C’mon please talk to me.” He begged through the phone but all he got was silence from the other end. “Baby please.” Dean was overwhelmed by a crushing sense of guilt, his chest tightening with every recollection of what had transpired. He was the reason it ended like it, she left him twice, all because of his own cowardice. He was scared to love her and she left him forever. His every thought was consumed by the desire to undo the harm he believed he had caused. But it was too late now and he’s left behind to bare the consequences of his own actions.
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cobaltperun · 12 days ago
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Darkest Part (4) - Died In Your Arms
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Astrid Deetz x female Reader
Summary: You will never, in life or afterlife, if such a thing exists, meet anyone as infuriating, rage inducing, entitled, or frankly awful, as Astrid fucking Deetz. There isn’t a single thing you’d like more than to never be around her, but as your luck would have it, you just can’t stay away from her.
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-Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight, it must've been some kind of kiss, I should've walked away-
This was a good life, hot chocolate, paper taped to the desk as you drew your third sketch of the building you had in mind. Away from all the worries and for a moment free from any obligations.
“How’s it going?” your mom came up to you and leaned over to kiss your cheek.
“Mom, you shouldn’t-“ she didn’t wince, her back didn’t hurt, yeah, it would end soon, and you desperately wanted it to continue. Wanted things to get better, wanted her to be healthy again.
Your phone had other ideas, as the alarm rang and the sound of it startled you awake. Curse your need to constantly change your alarm ringtone, otherwise you’d get used to it and sleep right through it. This new one was ridiculously awful, like someone constantly ringing the bell, but it got the job done. “Am I ever going to wake up well-rested again?” you wondered, feeling like you barely slept a wink. You just couldn’t get used to this house.
Well, considering the tales about it, maybe that wasn’t that strange.
Or it was just the reasonable explanation.
As it was, last night your exhausted body just collapsed onto the bed and you fell asleep, and then got woken up by the chill of the night, because of course you were too tired to cover yourself. What followed was you spending way too long trying to warm up. Winter River indeed, it really was cold. Why couldn’t this be some pleasant warm place, somewhere you could still go around wearing short sleeves instead of already needing several layers of clothing.
The only thing worse than the cold was the Chihuahua that was also in the house. “Why the fuck would I let her be on my mind first thing in the morning?” you slapped your forehead, now even more annoyed. Of all the people you could have thought of at the start your day, it had to be her.
Annoyed, you threw the covers off and immediately came to regret it as the cold air made you shiver. On second thought you should probably stay in bed a bit longer, so you went back under the covers into the warm escape from the chilling cold. You swiftly unlocked your phone and figured you might as well check up on your mom and Alex. You sent each of them a message asking how they were and if everything was fine and put your phone away. It was still too early to call them and if you had to be awake it didn't mean you had to wake them up too.
~X~
Halfway through the day and a lot of packing later, you sat down at the table exhausted with the hot cup of tea in front of you. You really needed that as the warmth of the tea seemed to seep into your very soul. Actually, you also needed a blanket around your shoulders and the nice warm fire accompanied by perhaps movie. It's been a while since you've watched ‘Kill, Baby, Kill’ and you were really in the mood for it after these past few days.
Seeing your favorite movie again would probably make your life a tiny bit better.
No, instead of that you had to deal with someone rather happy getting inside the house with an obvious bounce to their steps. You raised your head, confused and for a moment even terrified that someone actually broke in and just didn't care about making noises. And then that someone walked through the door into the dining room and you would have been a lot happier if it was a burglar.
No. Instead it was the fucking Chihuahua what a wide, frighteningly bright, and happy grin on her face and the world was going to end any moment now. You were fairly sure, and not at all being too dramatic, that Astrid Deetz, also known as Chihuahua, being this obviously happy was one of the eleven signs of the apocalypse.
“Oh, of course you're here. Well, it doesn't matter, not even you can ruin my mood,” she just  walked past you, still happy, and not throwing insults at you. She didn’t do anything! Absolutely nothing! Not even glaring at you and you could not remember the last time you were this frightened.
You scrambled to your feet and rushed outside. “Delia!” you cried out hoping the woman would have some kind of help for you maybe some medicine for hallucinations or a plausible explanation or anything really as long as it helped. You desperately needed someone to convince you that just made what happened up in your head!
It was all in your head. There was no other explanation, which made it even more concerning because Astrid Deetz being in your head and part of your hallucinations was not a good sign for you. Frankly, at this point you had no idea which was worse, Astrid being happy or you thinking about the damn Chihuahua to the point of hallucinating seeing her happy.
~X~
“Damn it Delia, why couldn’t you just get this delivered to the damn house?!” you hissed, a lot like the creatures inside the box you were currently carrying. You knew you had fear of heights before, but apparently you also had a fear of snakes. Which was made a lot worse by the sounds the snakes were making and you were praying that the people Delia bought the snakes from didn't scam her and actually defanged them.
Sure, in theory you were safe. The box was sealed, and safe, but your brain still came up with frightening scenarios. As safe as the box probably was you were still frightened that they would somehow find their way out and bite you and you did not want to die due to snake bites.
‘How many times am I going to risk my life in one single week?’ you wondered, and you really shouldn't have because you had a few more times before the end of this trip.
You finally reached the house and couldn’t have been happier to see it as you rushed up the stairs and set the box on the table for Delia to do whatever she intended to do with the snakes. You really hoped she wouldn't make you go with her because at that point you might actually think staying with Rory would be more pleasant. And just to be safe you immediately turned to Delia when she walked into the room. “I'm done with the snakes, I did my part the rest is up to you,” you urgently informed her before she could get more great ideas.
Delia just laughed. “They are defanged, don't worry,” apparently they were, you weren’t about to check.
You slumped slightly, doing your best puppy eyes to get her to let you stay out of this. “I am still not comfortable around snakes, so please don’t ask me to help you with them,” well at least she didn't look like she would push you to join her as she smiled and patted you on the shoulder.
“Come on, I'm not that cruel,” she smiled at you and then shook her head in amusement at the relief showing on your face. “I thought it would be a good experience is for you to watch, but it’s fine if you don’t. Oh and Y/N, you can rest tonight, you don't even have to go to the wedding,” she was telling you one good news after the other. “We have a few more things to do tomorrow morning and then you can go back home,” Delia surprise you but maybe you should have expected it. She had her moments of kindness and you've been on the receiving end plenty of times, despite all the less pleasant, more dangerous and difficult moments you had with her.
“Thanks Delia, I really appreciate it,” you told her as Astrid joined the two of you.
“Snakes?” Astrid looked at the content of the box, surprised by what she saw and for once you couldn't blame her. Personally, you didn't quite get why Delia got them herself but she wanted them and she got them. Something about Ancient Egypt and Pharaohs from what you understood.
“Actually asps,” Delia corrected her, and you had to admit she actually sounded excited about them.
“Why? Are they a wedding gift for Rory?” Astrid asked, hopeful that the answer would be yes.
“Now that would’ve made it worth carrying them,” you knew that wasn’t their purpose but  no one could force you to stop happily imagining Rory freaking out over the snakes.
For the first time since you've known her, Astrid actually didn't have a rude remark or an insult for you, and actually just rolled her eyes with a smile which was almost freaky but not exactly an unwelcome change.
“Too late they've be defanged, guaranteed harmless! And they're for me.” Delia shattered your dreams well, yours was never even allowed to begin because you knew from the start what she wanted to do with them. Still for a moment you could hope that she would at least use them as a prank. It’s not like they were one se only! She could use them for more than one thing. After all, she already got them, why not just use them on the bastard as a very funny prank. It would not change anything about the snakes, and they could still be used for the ritual thing she had in mind.
Well, you were left with only your dreams.
You left the two of them to check if there was anything left unpacked, you were just about to head back upstairs when Lydia rushed down and you turned around, not sure how to react to the frantic woman.
“You got your wish, we're leaving! Pack up your things, I'm driving you back to school,” Lydia seemed absolutely frantic, like she just saw a ghost, which, well, she was supposed to be able to see them. You watched from the stairs as she went by you and toward the front door
“Wait! What happened” Astrid called after her.
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” Lydia denied answering Astrid’s question.  That actually made sense, especially if it had something to do with ghosts, which this house apparently had at one point. So going by their relationship and the issues Astrid had with her mother you guessed it was something paranormal in question.
Delia, however, did not make that connection. “Oh you're calling off the wedding?” she went after Lydia outside and just for a moment you and Astrid exchanged looks do you just shrugged finally realizing that you couldn't even begin to try and have a normal conversation with her. That's how used you were to just fights and banter and insults and everything that came along with this hatred between you.
Eventually you just pointed at yourself then point upstairs and then point at her and outside. The message being clear, you would, rather regrettably, check up on Rory while she would go and check up on her mother.
To that Astrid, just as unsure of how to interact with you like a normal human being, just went and gave you a thumbs up and you both went your separate ways, one up the stairs to the attic and the other outside to talk to her mother.
~X~
Lydia was stuck in the office, just contemplating everything about her and Astrid’s relationship.
Apparently, her daughter was not gay. In fact, she had a date with a boy. Her first date was with a boy, not with the girl as she expected it would be. Did Lydia really mess up that much that she wasn't even capable of seeing how things actually were? Her daughter, who she believed was gay and actually had a crush on you and was just unable to properly act up on those feelings, threw her a curveball and was going on a date on Halloween night with a boy she met 2 days ago.
How did she miss the signs?
Her concerns were now even bigger because, unlike you, this boy was a complete unknown for Lydia. She didn't know his full name, she didn't know his parents, granted she didn't know your parents either but that was beside the point, she didn't know how he spent his time, what his interests were. She didn't know anyone who knew him, and she was now overthinking it and panicking and was getting even more nervous and afraid for her own daughter because this was a mess, and she was disappointed in herself as a mother for mistaking her daughter’s sexuality.
Maybe Astrid was just bisexual. Maybe. Maybe Lydia just got so deep into preparing for a girlfriend that she forgot that there were other options, all equally daunting for her as the mother of a child that would soon start, that actually just stated dating, and find her own love and heartbreak and everything Lydia herself went through all those decades ago.
Also did her daughter actually just tell her that she crashed through the fence and that's how she met the guy? Like it was just something people did for fun? How did that even happen?
Lydia began breathing deeply, huffing and taking very loud, very deep breaths. She could not go down that train of thought.
~X~
He liked her.
Jeremy liked her. Astrid knew that much, she could see signs that he wanted to kiss her, that he really didn't want to spend any time handing out candies to the kids and instead actually wanted to spend time with her.
And she, at least logically speaking, wasn't opposed to the idea. At least it would prove to her that some feelings she may or may not have were, in fact, not real and just her heart playing with her brain so she would kiss him to prove her heart wrong.
Astrid let him approach her, she felt his hands on her, hugging her and she hugged him back, and he held her like he hasn’t been touched in years. Like he was desperate to feel someone’s touch, someone’s kind and positive touch. Astrid could almost feel his breath on her lips and then she just couldn't do it, because there was an infuriating Barnacle plaguing her thoughts at that very moment.
She pulled away, separating from him even though she knew how it looked. “Sorry I just I think we are rushing too fast into this,” she apologized and he seemed understanding at first. At least from the looks of it, he just turned to the window and looked rejected “I'm not saying I'm opposed to kissing you eventually, but we just met two days ago,” she tried to cheer him up but then he turned to face her.
“No, you’re right, I'm- I'm sorry I just got excited because you can see me and for over 23 years no one saw me and I just thought we had something,” she must have heard him wrong but then she looked down and saw it.
He was floating and that's when she realized all the stories her mother told were actually true and she was actually seeing a ghost these past few days
~X~
You were in the living room, with everyone aside from Astrid and Rory, plus Jane, just lazing around on the sofa and texting Alex. You weren’t in a costume, you had no intention of dressing up for the Halloween.
The truth was, you kind of hated Halloween. Well hate might be a strong word, mostly reserved for Astrid and maybe another thing or two. No the actual word you were looking for regarding Halloween was more like indifference brought upon by that's one time you got dressed as a pumpkin and got teased for by your classmates.
It wasn't fun. It was actually horrific and ever since then you just didn't bother celebrating Halloween. So, what if Astrid was currently on her ridiculous date? It had nothing to do with your current mood. Even if you did hated the guy more than you hated her for some reason. You should have felt sorry for him, after all he was the one who had to deal with being on a date with the Chihuahua.
So, no, you did not care about Astrid being on a date with some random dude.
You just realized you’d be all alone. Delia would be at the cemetery doing whatever she seemed to want to do with the snakes and Lydia would be preparing for her wedding and Rory would be giving out the candy. And you were fine with that. You would just be hanging around on the couch in the living room waiting for Delia to sign all the papers and then you could just go ahead and leave, just start packing what little things you brought here and get ready to go back home. Luckily Delia promised she would arrange a car to come pick you up.
“Where's Rory?” Lydia asked out of blue, almost as if she was asking out of obligation, because she should know where he was and not because she actually had to know where he was. Especially since she had Chihuahua’s first date to worry about.
“Supermarket swapping out the candy I bought for carrot sticks, because Rory loves to fun suck everything even Halloween,” of course Delia did not miss a single chance point out the kind of person Rory was, because Lydia apparently couldn’t see him for who he really was. Even if it didn’t change anything you figured she did feel the need to, in her own way, warn her stepdaughter about him because as far as you knew telling Lydia that Rory was not who he was presenting himself as wasn't working. “Gotta run, see you at the church,” she turned back to Lydia and with a hopeful look added. “Unless you're calling off the wedding.”
“No Delia,” Lydia sighed and just noticed Delia was leaving, that was how focused on Astrid she was. “Wait, why are you going to the cemetery?” Lydia asked. It just crossed your mind that she in her panic earlier today did not see the snakes Delia bought.
“To commune with my dear husband spirit,” was all Delia needed to say. She quickly waved at you and was on her way leaving you alone with Lydia and Jane and from the looks of it, Jane was going to leave soon so that would just leave you and Lydia alone in the house for a while. At least until she would go and get Astrid. Oh, and until Rory came back.
Still, it could be fun. You haven't had the chance to be on your own wait the Lydia Deetz and you actually were curious about her. And it had nothing to do with maybe not wanting to be alone while a certain Chihuahua was on a date with a guy she met two days ago, while she spent so damn long hating you. Yeah, that had nothing to do with it.
Nothing at all!
You did not care where that stupid Chihuahua was or how quickly she fell in love like dumb ass.
“The closest we ever got to Disney was when Astrid dressed as Cinderella’s dead mom,” you absolutely did not filter out what Jane mentioned about her daughter and scouts or whatever group her daughter was in and you absolutely did not think Astrid’s costume sounded exactly like her.
Jane said something something fruit salad mortgage something something non triggering and then asked the question that was annoying the hell out of you, that is, she asked where Astrid was.
Lydia had this soft, yet somber smile on her face. “On a date,” she said, like a parent learning to accept their child was growing up. “Her first. I think I'm more nervous than she is. The boy lives over on Jefferson,” Lydia really did sound nervous when she said that, and you guessed between their rocky relationship and all the things that happened Astrid’s first date at this moment wasn’t something Lydia was entirely prepared for.
Something something perfect sales records something something on the market for years something something once more you're pretty much tuning out the words of the woman the Deetz family hired to sell their house. And you were doing good, tuning her out, that is until she said three words: the murder house and you immediately sat up and stopped texting Alex. A sinking feeling inside of your guts was almost telling you to pay attention because you just had a bad feeling about what was going to they said next.
“Murder house? Which house?” Lydia asked now frantic and you sort of pieced together that's maybe the house show left Astrid at wasn't that far off from looking like a murder house. Because if the house looked normal and if Lydia you got to see the parents or that boy she would not be looking this afraid right now.
“125,” James said and just from the look of Lydia's face you knew that was the house Astrid was in and so you jumped to your feet and rushed to get the car keys.
“Fucking hell Chihuahua, what did you get yourself into?” just as you've got the keys you saw Lydia rushing out. “I'm going with you!” you quickly told her and followed after her into the car. The woman was clearly in shock but all she cared about was just getting to Astrid, nothing else mattered.
You did not dare to tell her you would get there in time. You had no idea how all of this worked, sure you believed in ghosts and you've been seeing glimpses of strange things throughout your life. You still had no idea how any of that actually functioned. You had no idea if they could harm Astrid.
If the guy she was with was bad news then she probably was in danger and especially if Lydia, the most competent person to judge if her daughter was in danger from ghosts was also panicking. “He killed his parents 23 years ago!” okay, Astrid was definitely in danger. “If I just didn’t let her into that house, if I just went in with her! What kind of mother am I if something happens to her-“ Lydia was mostly talking to herself.
“Hey, wait, wait, don't go there you couldn't know!” You tried to get her to calm down. “You're the expert but you couldn't know! Just focus on saving her so you can berate yourself later,” you needed her focused because if she wasn't, you had no hopes of getting Astrid back in time. And you really, as much as you didn't like Astrid, did not want her dead or in danger.
~X~
The moment the car began slowing down in front of the house you just ran out, without even waiting for it to stop and ran up the stairs ignoring the for sale sign in front of the house. You ended up bursting through the doors so hard the handle might have gotten a bit damaged because the doors were old.
You stumbled when you entered the house, you felt sick for a moment when you saw the man. But you did not see him clearly, it was like there was a mist around him.
"Astrid!" Lydia yelled and it snapped you out of your confusion. That man was a ghost, mist meant ghost, at least at this stage of your ability to see ghosts. So, you rushed right through the woman going down the stairs.
"Wait! Deetz!" you yelled as loud as you could as you ran up the stairs two steps at a time. You saw the light and broke through the door, but Astrid just walked through something.
"What the? Barnacle?" your eyes met and you reached out to her but the ghost guy grabbed her forearm and pulled her along and the portal closed before you could reach out and grab her hand.
"Astrid!" Lydia cried out, but it was too late as well.
If only she reached out to you. For the first time since you met her you cursed yourself for not being at least civil with her. "Damn it!" you slammed your fist on the old table, right next to some thick book. "What do we do now?"
Lydia grabbed the book on the table, your outburst probably caught her attention. "Come on, I have a crazy idea," you saw uncertainty in her eyes, fear that maybe not even what she had in mind would be enough, but she had to hope. You both rushed down the stairs, every second mattered and you couldn't waste time on just talking. "Can you drive?" she asked, clearly intending to go through the book.
"Of course," you nodded and ran to the car, starting the engine once more as Lydia sat down next to you.
~X~
You had no time to waste, as you drove around the house and parked the car right in front of the entrance to the house, not even caring that you would somewhat block the path for the kids. They could avoid the car, it didn't matter, you just had to be quick and find a way to rescue Astrid, so up to the stairs you drove.
“Y/N?! Where’s the rush? You're nearly drove into the house!” Rory exclaimed as he was on top of the stairs preparing to hand out the candy to the kids, but you just ran past him not really wasting a moment to stop and chat. You didn’t even turn the engine off, just parked the car.
Lydia gave him some excuse or whatever as you both rushed upstairs. She already told you where to go so you just grabbed the crowbar on the way upstairs and started removing the boards Delia and Lydia put there just an hour or so ago. By the time Lydia came up the stairs as well you were almost done and you both pulled the last wooden board out of the way and went into the attic and from that point on you could only watch her as she found the solution.
The first thing that caught your eye was the small scale model of Winter River, done in amazing detail, and if things were any different you would have spent hours studying it.
“I can't believe I'm doing this,” she took a deep breath. “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice!” you had no idea what was going on as she repeated that word? Name? Whatever it was three times.
And then the freakiest thing happened the mist slash smoke surrounding the paranormal vanished from your vision as the zombie-looking guy with green hair and striped suits and rather unhealthy-looking skin emerged from the Winter River model. “The juice is loose,” he said and vanished, only to appear right next to Lydia.
“I need you to tell me what this means,” she skipped the formalities and just showed him the pages of the book she found in that room where Astrid was.
“Let's have a look,” he pulled out a magnifying glass. “Long story short, your daughter is screwed,” well, fuck! “She decided to trade lives with a boy, he gets to come back while she's stuck on the other side, permanently. One way ticket to the Soul Train,” this guy, Beetlejuice, explained and you were just absolutely confused about what was going on. Afterlife actually existed, and people could come back.
More importantly… “She did what?! Why would she do that? Who does that?” you demanded. Astrid was smart! What did that ghost offer her to make her accept giving up her life? Or did he just outright trick her? “Shit, we need to get her back,” you turned away from Lydia and Beetlejuice and ran your hand through your hair, not even sure you would make it in time.
“The Soul Train?” Lydia asked for further explanations.
“That's right! The last stop, The Great Beyond,” he said and you just leaned back against the wall. Was there even anything you could do at this point? Astrid was on the other and you were over here in the living world. But then again Beetlejuice was from that other world. Was that why Lydia called him? Because he could somehow move the two of you into the world of the dead?
Wait, were you about to go into the world of the dead for Astrid? Not knowing the risks, or the consequences, or if it would be dangerous? You knew nothing about it, it was a complete unknown that you weren’t even sure existed five minutes ago!
Somehow you knew the answer was yes. You would take all those risks to take her back, because you plain and simple couldn’t live with yourself if you just let her die.
“Can we go in after her?” You asked as you once more turned toward Lydia and Beetlejuice.
“Quid pro quo, I want something in return,” while he replied to you he was looking at Lydia, as if he would only accept something from her.
Maybe those were the rules? Since she summoned him?
“Of course you do. What do you want?” Lydia asked ready to give him anything he asked for as long as it would save her daughter.
“Well I've got this ex-wife-“ Beetlejuice began and you've spent enough time with Delia and you knew a tangent when you saw one.
“Get to the point!” You exclaimed. Each second could be vital in keeping Astrid alive, and you did not want to waste it on his tangents.
“You want me to marry you,” Lydia knew what he wanted, and you just turned to look at her because what the fuck was that about? How would that even work? All of this was too much and the only reason you were keeping your sanity was because you had a goal in mind.
You weren’t sure you’d be keeping your sanity for much longer as so you watched this Beetlejuice act like getting married was Lydia's idea, like she just proposed to him because she wanted that. And then he made her sign some contract because apparently, he needed that in writing. You were in the most absurd situation possible and you half- expected to just wake up and see that everything was fine. Like this was all just a fever dream and you would wake up go to the work at the library you'd see Astrid there being annoying and being a Chihuahua and getting on your nerves and not on the way to swap lives with a ghost and die.
“What's the plan on getting in?” Lydia had enough of his bullshit as well and just demanded to know how you all would get in.  
Beetlejuice just vanished again and appeared in front of the wall, crouching and drawing a bomb with the fuse. He then just went and lit his thumb on fire. This was all absolutely ridiculous because the drawn fuse just lit on fire and the bomb exploded and instead of looking outside of the house you were looking into some office.
“Deetz, you're gonna be the death of me,” you said, ready to just go through.
“Trust me kid I know the feeling,” Beetlejuice said.
“I did not ask,” fuck it, you were going in, and you were not getting out without Astrid.
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thelostmagicians · 1 year ago
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The Little Mermaid | Steve Harrington
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Series Masterlitst 𓇼
Summary: Something lurks underneath Lover's Lake and Steve is determined to find out. [1.8k]
Fluff, comfort, angst
“Steve, why don’t you just listen to me for a second. I’m telling you there was nothing there that night except for you, me, Nancy, Eddie, and the demo bats. Dustin or the other kids didn’t see anything either!” Robin pulled on Steve’s sleeve as he barrelled forward towards the lake. 
“You don’t understand Robs, I was underwater. There was a time frame where I should've been alone, but I wasn’t,” Steve paid her no mind as he glanced at the lake looking for any sign of life, only to be met with the silent stillness of the water. 
“You were alone for like 20 seconds, Nancy went in after you first, then me and then Eddie.”
Steve sighed squatting down on a nearby rock, “But in those twenty seconds, there was someone else. I remember a voice, she kept shouting leave and… there was this second where I thought I was going to die. The bat was strangling me and I couldn’t breathe, I could literally feel my pulse slowing down until this hand reached out and ripped the tail to shreds.”
“It wasn’t a hand, Nancy broke the tail off with an oar.”
“That was the second time,” Steve simply stated.
Robin’s eyes widened in shock, “You were choked twice?”
Steve nodded, “Yeah, I guess it’s all been coming back to me now that everything’s settled and I actually have time to think you know? There was a girl and she saved my life. I have dreams - nightmares that she’s there calling out for me, but I can never get to her.”
“Maybe it’s a trauma response, like PTSD. Or some sort of metaphor. We all went through a lot and now it's finally sinking in…we're all dealing with it differently.”
Steve huffed, “I guess you’re right, maybe I do need to see that shrink Will suggested.” He followed Robin back to his car, but kept glancing back hoping to see something, anything, to confirm his suspicions, but he was met with disappointment instead. 
As soon as Steve drove away, the once still lake came to life, two curious eyes peeking out of the water slowly moving behind the large rock. But the eyes vanished just as fast as they appeared leaving the lake still once again.
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Steve dreaded going to sleep nowadays. Instead of a peaceful 8 hours, he always woke up feeling restless and scared. He knows that everyone had nightmares even the strongest like Hopper and Joyce, but everyone had someone. Steve had to face his nightmares alone, with no one to hold him or comfort him through the fear. He sometimes slept over at the Byers’ or Dustin’s, but he always felt like a burden when someone had to wake him up in the middle of his fits. 
Tonight was no different, he tried to stay awake, even drank an extra cup of coffee but his body succumbed to the tiredness. 
As soon as his eyes closed he was transported back to that night at the lake. He felt his throat closing up as the demo bat’s tail squeezed harder and harder. He tried to make himself wake up, tried to remind himself that this was just a memory but his unconscious mind wouldn’t allow it. His life was slipping away and his eyes were slowly closing until he saw a flash of purples and greens. An animal of some sort with a thick tail that glimmered in the deep lake. He saw the shiny tail slam into the bat forcing it to loosen its grip around Steve. He tried to reach out and grab the bat by its wings but then two hands came to his rescue and ripped the rest of the bat tail from his neck. He swam up and was finally able to see what saved him. 
It was a girl. Well, a girl with a tail. She had the upper body and face of a human, but just below her bellybutton were scales, scales that led to a tail. A gorgeous tail reflecting shades of purples and greens. She was there fighting for him, for his life. He started swimming towards her, but was stopped by another bat taking a hold of his neck, again. He flailed around trying to get her attention, but she disappeared as soon as a splash was heard from above. This time when he opened his eyes he saw Nancy followed by Robin and Eddie fighting off the bats. 
Steve woke with a startled gasp, hands going up to his neck to make sure nothing was there. His fingers found the faint scars as he rubbed it in an effort to remind himself it was all in the past. This nightmare had felt especially real, more like a memory and while he feared the real memories the most, he was grateful for finally being able to see his hero. The girl with a tail. 
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The next morning Steve eagerly rushed to work. 
“Woah, not only are you on time, but you’re 30 min early. Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?” Robin quirked her eyebrow teasingly.
Steve huffed, trying to get his arms through his vest. “It was a girl, Rob. That night a girl saved me.”
Robin shook her head, “Steve you’re telling me that a girl jumped in after you. There was no one on the lake, but us. We would’ve seen her if she was there.”
“You’re right. There was no one on the lake, she was in it.”
“So you’re saying that she just magically appeared in the lake and was able to hold her breath and fight off bats with you. Well why didn’t she help us afterwards?”
“She wasn’t a regular girl though, she had a tail. And she could breathe underwater. It’s like she had the abilities of a sea animal, but she was also part human,” Steve explained patiently.
Robin rested her head in her hands tired of Steve’s antics, “Please not another supernatural creature. I honestly think you’re starting to get hallucinations because this can’t be real. I’m going to call Dustin, cause you’re really starting to worry me, Steve.” 
Steve sighed trying to explain his vision as Robin dialed for Dustin. 20 min later Dustin showed up with a stack of library books overflowing from his backpack. 
Dustin pulled out a book flipping to the page that displayed a terrifying monster with sharp teeth and mean eyes. “So what you’re describing is either a Siren or a Mermaid. Both creatures that don’t exist.”
“Isn’t most of the ocean undiscovered anyway? So there’s technically no proof that these creatures don’t exist,” Steve defended. 
“Well, because this isn’t an ocean, it’s a lake. These types of creatures are usually in the deep sea,” Dustin argued.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re buying into this,” Robin exclaimed, pointing at Dustin. 
Steve groaned, “How can you guys see everything we’ve seen, fight monsters, be friends with a literal superhero, and not believe in sea creatures? Look, I know what I saw. I know I sound insane, but most of our life is insane. If anyone would believe me I thought it would be you guys.”
Robin rubbed his back comfortingly, nodding at Dustin, “Alright Dustin, tell us what you know.”
“Okay so, Sirens are usually described as beautiful creatures that had alluring voices. Sometimes with a bird’s head or a human head and a fish’s tail. According to Greek mythology Sirens used to lure sailors to their rock island where they then would kill them…”
“This wasn’t a siren,” Steve cut Dustin off, “This girl had a fishtail, sure but she had a face and the upper body of a human. And she wouldn’t have saved me, just to lure me away and kill me.”
Dustin nodded, “Then I think you’ve found a Mermaid, Steve. Mermaids are known for their voices too, but it says that they are part human and part fish, sometimes having magical powers. They are known for protecting the waters and the creatures in it.”
Steve nodded, satisfied with the theory. 
“So now, that you know all this and know what-or-who saved you… Are we done talking about this now, can we forget it and move on?” Robin asked.
“No, this is just a theory, I have to see her, thank her. There’s something going on and I don’t know, I feel a pull towards her, Robin. I don’t think I’ll be at peace until I actually meet her. It’s like she’s meant to be in my life.”
Robin laughed nervously, “Please tell me we aren’t going after another supernatural thing. I don’t think I can take it, I’m still recovering from the last time.”
“Yeah, and how are you even going to meet her? You’re too traumatized to even get in the pool with us Steve. Everyone noticed Mr. Swimteam Captain staying on the sidelines at his own pool party,” Dustin pointed out. 
Steve looked down dejectedly, “Guys, I get it, but I need to do this. If I ever want to sleep peacefully again, I have to do this. I won’t ask you guys to get involved, but I need your support.”
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Steve was on edge the rest of the shift. He was eager to leave and do some of his own investigating. The only thing stopping him, like Dustin said, was his newfound fear of water. Ever since he got pulled under and almost died, he hasn’t even been able to take a relaxing bath, let alone go in a pool. He connected everything back to the water. Barb dying in his pool, him almost dying, Eddie almost dying, the gate being opened underwater. If he wanted to meet this mermaid then he was going to have to get over his fear of the water. 
Steve swerved to the right, taking the turn to Lover’s Lake before he missed it. He had to go in the lake tonight, before he lost his small boost of confidence. He parked his car and jogged over, taking off his sweater and vest. 
“Every night I go to sleep and I dream of you, and I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind because I don’t know what’s real and what’s not,” Steve sighs, “so either you show me you exist or I come in there to see for myself.”
He looked at the water, the darkness of it reminding him of what could be lurking underneath. His throat started closing up as he dipped a toe and just as he was having second thoughts, he lost his balance slipping in. His mind knew what was happening, but his body was too slow. Before he had time to prepare himself, he fell in head first, fighting for his life against the water once again.
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marshmallowprotection · 3 months ago
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i gotta request a fiction about giving ray a hug on day 4. our boy deserves all of the hugs and that analysis was heartbreaking 💔😭
Ray was trembling like a leaf caught in the summer breeze, and all you wanted to do was embrace him. Yet, you didn't want to crowd him or touch him without his express consent. V cornered him, and the very sight of that man standing a mere few feet away from you had set him off. You weren't sure what to believe about the RFA and their validity, of the truths and lies you'd been told, but seeing how Ray reacted told you all you needed to know for now.
Something in this place was a lie, but Ray's fear wasn't a lie.
He was genuinely terrified of V.
"Ray," you gentle voice tried to reach out to him as you sat in front of him. "Ray, can you hear me?"
His face was buried in his hands as he sobbed. The sounds of harsh wheezing and coughing followed. Even if he could hear you, whatever seeing V had done to him wasn't going to go away anytime soon. He tried to puff out his chest and protect you, but the longer V stood in front of you, the harder it was for him to remain strong. Whatever V had done to him... whatever pain he experienced... it had to be one of the worst moments of his life if his response rendered him unable to see the forest through the trees.
What happened?
You tried again, "Ray?"
His sobbing hadn't died down, but he peaked at you through his fingers and instantly looked away when you saw how red and puffy his eyes had become. He'd already looked exhausted when you first saw him earlier in the night, but now it was written all over his face... had he even slept before meeting up with you? Had he stopped to close his eyes?
You knew he had a headache the night before and popped a few caffeine pills to help the pain, but that probably meant he stayed awake instead of resting.
No wonder this was so hard on him. His body wasn't taken care of the way it needed to be, and that must've made this emotional backlash even harder on him. Seeing V set him off, but he couldn't do anything to protect either of you because of his exhaustion, and whatever the harsh memories did to him. It wasn't his fault. You didn't blame him for not being able to protect the two of you. V should've backed off when you warned him to stop.
Why didn't he stop when he causing obvious duress?
Why?
"Ray, honey, it's okay, I'm not upset," you coaxed him. You weren't sure how else to reach him but you knew he wouldn't get any better by crying himself to sleep. "We're safe now, he's long gone and the guards are going to capture him before he gets away so you don't have to be afraid of him hurting you or me ever again. You did your best to protect us. Thank you."
He whimpered. The sound broke your heart but what could you do to help him? He didn't have the energy to explain. He promised you that he would explain everything later, once you were safe, just before he showed up and frightened Ray to the core. You knew you would talk to you about it when he was ready, but... this was different. You just wanted to know how to help.
"Can I hold you?"
Shame bled across his features.
"I want to, Ray. I really want to hold you so you can feel safe again—so, I can feel safe again," you insisted. You knew he would be more likely to listen to your request if you told him it would help you. "Please?"
Ray didn't run away. He made a noise that sounded like confirmation, so you decided to press your luck and embrace him. If he jolted out of your hug or pushed you away, you knew you wouldn't pressure him to do more than that. He didn't push you away, and though it took a very painful moment of sobbing before he moved, you held him gently, so very gently, as to show him that you would never keep him locked up. His sobs became louder but his arms wormed their way around your middle after you gave him that peace.
His face was buried against your chest, desperate for the sound of your heartbeat, as you pressed your lips against the top of his head, whispering sweet nothings to your precious Ray.
Even if this place wasn't what it seemed, you knew whatever had frightened Ray was real and he needed you to be there for him as it seemed like nobody else could be.
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shealuvvagirl · 5 months ago
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Slept With the Professor
Levi Ackerman x Fem College Student Reader
Warnings: Age gap, Sexual themes, NSFW, Choking, Fingering, Overstimulation
"This was a mistake." You thought to yourself a few minutes after watching your professor walk out of your dorm after collecting his clothes and dressing himself back up.
You laid there naked, lost in deep thought. You don't know how things ended up heading this way, but it did and there's no going back now that you've dug yourself in too deep.
Your phone began to buzz causing for you to snap out of your thoughts and turn to where your phone was placed.
You picked it up to see a cute picture of you and your friend group. The picture consists of you, Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha all trying to squeeze into a random photobooth.
You began to debate with yourself on whether or not you should pick up your friend's facetime call.
After a few minutes you decided not to answer and to instead get yourself cleaned up for bed. "They will definitely come up with the conclusion that I've completely lost it if they find out..." You said as you got back into bed after cleaning up.
Sleeping it off will help. Or will it? Tomorrow you still have Professor Ackerman's class, and your friends will be there as well. They aren't too keen with his class, but without it you all wouldn't have gotten as close as you are now.
Your eyes began to become heavy and soon you drifted off to sleep.
The Next Day, 9:00am
You, Mikasa, and Sasha are now walking into Professor Ackerman's class.
You nervously look around and notice Levi isn't here, which is odd since he usually gets here early.
You and the girls began walking towards your seats which is the section behind the boys. Eren is already being loud as usual he must be thrilled that Professor isn't here to yell at him yet.
The group are now together laughing and making conversation, well everyone but you are at least. You're still reminiscing about last night.
Mikasa’s laughter about a joke Eren made began to fade as she notices the look on your face causing for her to ask "Hey, Y/N are you ok?"
This question causes the group to pause and look at you with concern written over their faces.
"Yeah, usually you're all hyper and laughing along but today you seem kind of out of it" Connie added on.
Sasha, Eren, Jean, Armin, and Mikasa all agreed with a bunch mhm's to back it up.
"Wha- guys I'm totally fine, I just didn't get as much sleep as I should've last night." You lied which made your friends all sigh with relief.
"Bummer, try to stay up for the test Professor has planned for us today" Armin said before turning around to start pulling out his books.
This caused for Eren to stand up and yell "A TEST???" and for once you can finally agree with Eren being dramatically loud because that night- instead of studying for the test your professor had planned you were busy SCREWING him.
"Shut the fuck up and sit-down bird brain" Jean said with an eye roll.
You spot Sasha visibly gulping indicating that she's in the same boat as you and Eren.
"Loud outbursts? This is your 3rd time this week Yaeger, one more outburst and you will be headed out of my class, do I make myself clear?”
Everyone snaps their head towards the door, the voice came from none other than your professor Levi.
"Yes sir, sorry sir" Eren apologized as he slowly sunk back into his seat with his head facing downward.
Levi began to make his way towards his desk which is in the front of the class, and you swore he made eye contact with you causing for your nerves to kick in even more than it already did.
20 minutes later
The class is now focused on the test as Levi began reading some book he picked up from his desk, waiting for his students to finish. You look at your friends to see how their doing.
Eren is cold asleep, Armin seems as though he is having no struggles as his pencil moves across the paper, Mikasa seems to be doing the same as Armin, Jean is obviously stuck on a question smoke may as well be burning from his head, Sasha is already done clearly (she put anything down), Connie is trying to sneakily cheat as his eyes are everywhere but on his own paper.
Your eyes now land on Levi as he continues reading his book.
He looks up, now making direct eye contact with you and smirking obviously knowing the affect he has on you.
"Shit...that smirk" You thought to yourself as you began to remember details of the night you shared.
Last Night
Your moans began to increase as his fingers moved in and out of you at a fast pace. That cocky bastard is smirking at how loud you're being.
"Yea that's right, louder" he demands as he began to kiss and suck on your neck. His thumb moves to your clit as 2 of his fingers continue to pound into you and gently rub circles on it.
"Leviiiii fuck, please" you moan out as a feeling began to form in your stomach.
Levi smirks and detaches himself from your neck and asks "Please what Y/N? You wanna cum?" After saying this his fingers sped up to an inhuman pace.
You loudly moan out as you nod.
He removes his fingers causing for you to whine at the empty feeling he left inside of you.
He began to unbuckle his belt and let his pants drop to his ankles.
He lines himself up with you and forced you to keep eye contact with him by moving his thumb to your chin as he slowly slides himself in.
"Shit Y/N" He groans as he continues to slowly go in and out.
You began to get fed up with this and finally spoke up "Fucking stop teasing and go faster!"
This made Levi pause and look at you with wide eyes.
A couple of seconds later he obliged and began to pound into you fast and rough with deep groans.
He moves his hand towards your neck and began to squeeze. He leans down to whisper in your ear "I'd watch my tone if I were you baby, unless you want everyone to know how dumb you get on your professors' cock"
This made you moan a little too loud as the feeling in your stomach returned.
"Yea that's right, cum on me baby" Levi moaned as he sped up his pace.
This caused for the coil in your stomach to finally snap. Your vision gets blurry, and tears filled your eyes as you hold on tight to him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
He flips you onto your stomach and raises your hips up causing you to arch.
This angle helps him reach impossibly deeper as he slams into you again causing for you to yell out since you're still sensitive from your recent orgasm.
"You feel so good" Levi groans
Levi kept this up for another 30 minutes causing at least 2 more orgasms out of you.
He finally came with a loud moan. He held it in you for at least 2 minutes before pulling out and laying down next to you.
You both are breathing heavy, exhausted from orgasms being pulled out of you both, draining both of your energy.
"MS L/N"
You snap out of your flashback that you didn't realize you were having until Levi gladly interrupted you.
"Yes sir" You reply nervously.
"You've written nothing on your paper since the test began, see me after class, we'll have to discuss you falling behind" Levi scoffs as he looks back down to continue on reading his book.
Your friends all look at you with a worried expression as you put your head on the desk in utter embarrassment.
This is going to be a long day...
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danafeelingsick · 1 year ago
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UH OH, SHOULD'VE STAYED HOME
[Takes place after episode 3, in which Clark Kent is sick with an actual stomach bug this time and Lois takes care of him.] AO3 | masterlist
Stay tuned for the art I made for this fic!
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CONTENT WARNING: graphic descriptions of vomit, nausea, fever, stomach ache, sick at work shenanigans, belly rubs, back rubs, some emphasis on comfort, caretaker Lois for the most part, somewhat horny descriptions? (nothing out of the ordinary), established relationship (to-be?)
WORD COUNT: 7,7k~
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A/N: so, you know how in episode 2, Clark uses tummy ache as an excuse and hurries off? and like a few scenes later Lois muses about taking care of him? I took that personally, this might be my longest one shot yet.
omg i love them sm. great series, recommend. 8/10, because it's too short and a bit rushed. this could contain spoilers? idk, superman media is super old already.
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          Clark Kent was already half awake when his alarm went off, but couldn't bring himself to roll over and turn it off, or rather, smash it to pieces. His body felt so unusually heavy he was considering drifting back to sleep for just a few more minutes, to try and compensate for the restless night he had.
         It had been too much optimism to think he would be able to sleep on a full stomach, especially when he was sure he was coming down with something nasty. The worry alone had been enough to turn his stomach, worry that he mistook it for hunger, which turned out to be nausea. Now all of those late night snacks seemed like an even worst idea.
          His thoughts of regret and self-reflection were interrupted by his roommate coming down the bunk ladder, the clunky footsteps on the metal were even louder than the alarm, making his head pound. Clark buried his head under the pillows until it was manually turned off, and he swore he had heard it sigh in relief. One less broken alarm clock for the count.
          “We're gonna be late for work if you don't get up", Jimmy shouted from the other side of the room, rustling through his drawers.
          “Need five more minutes...”, Clark grunted, relieved when all he heard was a chuckle and his roommate stepping away, instead of blankets being snatched from him.
          Despite gaining those extra minutes, he sat up after two, suddenly bothered by the feeling of humid covers, even the shirt he had slept in was drenched in sweat. It was a choice between enduring the heat or a headache from the bright artificial light. He chose the latter and dragged himself out of bed.
           By the end of his extra time, he was already in the shower, sweaty clothes hanging from the laundry basket, with hot water falling on his back, his head swimming with the steam.
         Clark caught his mind wandering to the Daily Planet and the day full of errands that waited for him, and... Lois. The two hadn't known each other for long, but Clark already knew that he had to be careful around her. Careful wasn't the right word. Every day she was coming closer to pinning down Superman's identity, and he was growing out of ways to hide it.
           The kryptonian bit down on his lip when a wave of dizziness crashed over him, holding onto the wall with half a mind to not use his force on it. A soft groan escaped his lips as his hand wandered to his belly. Whatever he had eaten last night was not sitting well, it felt like his stomach was doing somersaults.
           On top of that, there was a tight full feeling resting on the upper part of his abdomen, it looked round and firmer to the touch as well, like whatever was there refused to digest. Embarrassed by the thought of it being noticeable under his sweater, he rested his hands over it until the feeling was mostly gone. It was enough for him to step out of the shower and dry himself off.
           It came back moments later, while he brushed his teeth. With a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet, he suddenly felt shivers crawling up his back, and choked around his toothbrush. His mouth flooded with odd-tasting saliva, overpowering the minty taste.
           It felt like he was going to vomit, even though that notion was foreign since he had only gotten sick a handful of times as a kid, rarely as an adult. He spat the frothy toothpaste and stared inside the sink, realizing he could hear the churning in his stomach. He hadn't felt anything like this in a while, he could consider himself lucky.
         With shaky hands, he turned on the faucet and rinsed his mouth out, trying hard not to gag.
           That was bad, he couldn't vomit now… Clark focused on his breathing and on his hands holding onto the sides of the sink, his vision was starting to narrow, out of anxiety, or he was even sicker than he thought. He didn't think he could make it to the toilet, sprinting would only make things worse. If he ran into the wall, he would go right through, and that was a whole other issue.
         Shaking, he glanced up, catching his own piercing blue eyes in the bathroom mirror, looking glossed over and unfocused, his expression pained and miserable. He looked pale, he looked nearly green.
           His lips puckered as he fought against the urge to gag and lost, his tongue rolled out with a thread of saliva joining the sink. He really didn't want to puke, he was running late already, but that did little to stop his stomach from trying to turn itself out. He swallowed hard, a soft hiss escaping through gritted teeth, and wrapped one arm around his middle, trying to keep his footing. If he found out whatever had gotten him sick, he would never eat there again.
           “EuUrRgh!”
           Clark hunched over and dry heaved, feeling his stomach roll under his hand. His lips pursed as he felt something burn in the back of his throat, flooding his mouth. He closed his eyes and coughed a thin stream of lumpy vomit, something sickly sweet acidic mixed with minty toothpaste in his tongue, forming a disgusting taste 
           Before he even had the chance to spit he was retching again, bringing more of what he had eaten the night before in a watery and clumpy surge. He tasted the stale donut leftovers in it, and gagged, trying not to think about it. It was gone with the running water, he didn't need to see it.
           He turned off the faucet after washing his mouth but didn't move away from the sink. His head was pounding even worse now, but at least his stomach didn't feel as full, now it was tender and sensitive like an open wound. Not much of an improvement...
           “Clark, your phone is ringing and it's Lois~”, just as he was starting to relax, Jimmy knocked repeatedly on the other side of the door. ”I gave her your number, you don't mind right? Of course you don't mind.”
           To say the startled Superman jumped was an understatement, he flew, taking a chunk of the sink with him.
           "I-I-I'll be just a minute", he sputtered, scrambling to piece it together.
          His roommate was waiting for him as he came out of the bathroom, half-dressed, looking even worse than before. He must've noticed it right away, his blue eyes now looked a bit red at the bottom, like he was holding back tears.
          "So, are you going to tell me what's up or I'll have to guess?", Jimmy interrogated him with crossed arms, his phone dangling from his hand. "We're late, y'know?"
          A second of silence hung between the two before Clark sniffled. “I… think I'm sick.”
          Jimmy couldn't think of another time where he looked as much like an abandoned puppy. Now he regretted the accusatory tone. 
          "Another one of your migraines?”, he asked, relaxing his posture as he handed his phone back. Clark had frequent ones, and Jimmy never acknowledged it, but it sometimes made his blue eyes look like, well, he wasn’t sure either. That didn’t seem like one of those, however.
          “Don't know...”, Clark mumbled, and his eyebrows furrowed with pain as he stepped away. “Think I ate something bad.”
          Jimmy nodded, he had seen him raid their fridge last night but nothing there seemed bad so Donuts and sandwiches were the first thing that came to mind. He knew Clark had a big appetite and he was always snacking whenever he could, the possibilities were endless. That scene was quite familiar, seeing him trying to soothe a bellyache, rubbing circles over it with his eyes closed, and lips pouting. Only this time he did look like he was about to fall over.
          “I think you should stay home today—”
          “No, not going to leave you two to do all the work. It's not fair”, Clark interrupted, briefly scrolling through his phone, with a strained expression.
          “We'll manage without you. Besides”, Jimmy crossed his arms, his tone had something of suspicion in it. “You really don't look well.”
          “I can't...”, Clark interrupted, showing the screen.
         Lois had left a couple of texts, clearly written in a rush, but summarized meant: “Come ASAP, thought of a new plan. We're going to get that interview!”
          “Alright, since you're not going to listen. You hurry, and I'll hurry. Five minutes”, Jimmy sighed, already on his way to the bathroom. “Oh, and you're eating something on the way because our fridge is empty!”, he added, trying to ignore the welded gash in the middle of their sink.
          Clark grumbled but focused on tying his shoes instead of arguing.
          True to his word, Jimmy stepped out of the shower in five minutes, and another five later, they were leaving the apartment. Clark was already looking a little better now that he was outside, with sunlight and fresh air, though it didn't take long for him to get too hot inside that thick pullover he always wore. He cuffed his sleeves, still managing to do it neatly while Jimmy dragged him to the nearest sandwich shop.
          “I don't think eating and —uRp, walking is a good combination”, Clark commented, muffling a meaty burp into his fist. His face grew a bit red, but at this point, he couldn't tell if it had been out of embarrassment.
          “It's actually good for digestion. Look it up”, Jimmy argued, crumbs of bread and lettuce falling off his mouth.
          Clark wasn't convinced that would make any difference, his optimism was failing him today, but there wasn't much room for it when his stomach felt like it was waging war on that cheesy steak sandwich. Why did he have to pick the greasiest option out of a health and diet menu? Each bite was weighing on his belly like a rock.
          He covered another queasy burp that brought the taste of acid to the back of his tongue, the sandwich was sitting atop that stubborn mess of food, refusing to digest. He risked another bite, he needed food in him after throwing up earlier, but had to hold back a gag as he tried to swallow. Nope, he was done.
          “Do you, uh, want to eat my half?”, he offered, awkwardly pulling his jumper down, feeling like his waistline had grown several inches. 
          “Yeah, you're definitely sick. You usually eat mine”, Jimmy shoved the last bite into his mouth. I’m full too. Just wrap it, and you can eat it later.”
          Clark produced a disgruntled noise but complied, and stuffed the half-eaten, now lukewarm sandwich back in its paper bag. He suspected that he would indeed be tasting it again later, but the thought still made him shudder. By the time they reached the Daily Planet, the young  journalist had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be feeling queasy for the rest of the day.
         Inside the break room, he went to store his leftover breakfast in the fridge, finding another sandwich already there with a note stuck to it. A fishy stench leaked through the homemade wrapping, permeating the air. Then it clicked:
          “To the prick who stole my Sandwich. This sandwich is for Steve. Not for Clark. Don't steal it, Clark. – Steve”
          Labeled a thief after he had eaten his by mistake, and left his weird combination of mayo, tuna, and avocado for him, sounded like something only a jerk like Steve would do. Clark rolled his eyes, made sense why he was feeling like shit now. He had thought his usual sandwich had gone and in the end, he could barely stomach it. The mix of textures was so odd, and the taste was just wrong, but he wasn't about to throw food away.
          He gagged at the memory, then again at the smell, and hurriedly shut the door. Fuck, not again. He jogged over to the trash can, not trusting himself to use super speed, and hunched over it, trying to breathe. The whole room smelled now.
          It took a minute of breath control, swallowing and spitting the excess saliva, but he thankfully managed to keep his breakfast, even though now his stomach was sensitive all over. He pulled on his sweater, trying to make room for it.
          Scowling, Clark filled a plastic cup with water, drinking it whole in tiny sips. The cold liquid was refreshing on his throat, which still felt a bit tender from the earlier spell. It took his mind off the swirling nausea for a moment. He stepped out of the break room with another cup, entertaining the thought of pinning charges of biological terrorism on Steve.
          “Found you, Superman!”, a familiar voice shouted from down the hallway. Clark felt his soul leave his body.
          He spotted Lois, he had spotted her giant green jacket first, but regardless, both were now marching in his direction.
          “I-I-I think you have the wrong guy”, Clark stammered, nearly dropping his cup.
          Lois stopped in front of him, both hands on her hips, now grinning. “And that's what I'm going to say when my plan works.”
          “A-Ah! Haha”, Clark fake-chuckled, then swallowed hard, it felt like his stomach was running laps now.
          “Wow, you went pale. Hope you're not hiding anything from me”, she half-joked, giving a playful look. ”So, what took you so long, Smallville? Didn't see you out jogging this morning.”
          “I, uh... overslept”, ‘Smallville’ muttered, cocking his head in slight embarrassment. It wasn't a lie, for the most part, but he didn't feel like Lois needed to know the extent of his bad morning.
          “Yeah, I can see that”, she commented, pinning him down with her gaze. “You do look a bit tired.”
          “I, uh....couldn't sleep well”, he admitted, resting his hand on the back of his neck. He suddenly felt hot and dumb, as if he had been cooking under the sun for too long.
         “Aw, is the stress already getting to you?”, she asked with a wince of sympathy, reaching one hand out to cup his cheek, but stopped midway, thinking twice about it.
         “I guess you could say that...”, Clark muttered with a small sigh, eyeing her with a bit of hope, he somehow wanted her to…? He wasn't sure. “So, uh, what's your plan? I thought you already had gotten your interview with Superman”, he tried to change the subject.
          “Oh that, I can't publish that! He lied to all of my questions”, the aspiring journalist said, waving a hand as she dug through her pockets, bringing out her voice recorder. “But I already revised them, there's no way avoiding these. And I already know how we're going to get another interview with him.”
          Clark felt a lump of cold anxiety drop in his stomach, and it must've shown on his face because Lois eyed him with curiosity.
          “What if he was being honest? He didn't seem like the type of guy to... lie”, he said, taking a sip of water to hide the shudder in his voice.
          “I thought that too, I mean, he looked so—!”, she paused, flushing. “Uh, nice. Anyway, and when have you even met him?”, she raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond she was already grabbing his hand. “It's easier if I just show you the murder board. I spent all morning laying it out. Come on.”
         Clark let out a yelp but didn't put up a fight as the shorter woman dragged him through the corridor. He couldn't tell if it had been her hand on his, or the way his body was already feeling awful, but his head suddenly felt hotter, his legs weaker. He didn't have it in him to resist.
         Inside their provisory office, among cabin files and dust bunnies, Lois sat Clark down in one of the chairs, and he was grateful for that, right as he thought he was going to keel over. Jimmy was already there, trying to make sense of whatever Lois had pinned to the murder board.
         “There, don't sleep, okay?”, she commented, and Clark was once again grateful for Lois' tunnel vision when it came to a story. She patted his back briefly before walking up to the board, bumping playfully into Jimmy on her way.
         The wheels squeaked as she pulled it to the front, slamming her hand on it, and dropping some of the thumbtacks in the process. “So, here is the plan.”
         Clark tried but couldn't pay attention to what his senior was saying, his gaze wandered across the board before it settled on the table, the only thing that didn't seem to be warping and tilting before his eyes. His head was starting to ache again, making it difficult to focus on anything. He blinked a few times, and brought an empty cup to his lips, feeling its contents sloshing in the back of his throat.
         Jimmy took up the talking before Lois had the chance to ask anything else, he couldn't tell if it had been on purpose, but he was thankful either way. Clark slipped a hand under the table, then under his pullover and shirt, gently rubbing his queasy tummy. He could feel the organ churning under the taut skin, the food sitting there like a rock. He regretted every second that led to it.
         The queasy-looking journalist silenced a sickly burp into his hand, swallowing back the trickle of viscous sizzling bile that threatened to come up. It tasted cheesy, greasy, and highly acidic, he couldn't think of a worse combination, but soon found one when he realized he could taste something spoiled as well. He had to suppress a fit of gagging, disguising it with a hand on his mouth when he caught Lois glancing in his direction.
         “Come on, we're not risking our lives just to get another interview with Superman, that's not happening —”, Jimmy tried to argue, but he only caught part of the discussion.
         Clark winced as a hot flash of nausea crashed into him, hitting him like a truck, though he had experienced that before, he didn't have a better description. His abdomen clenched, producing a string of bubbly complaints. He leaned forward, hugging his midsection tightly, feeling it gurgle unhappily under his thick sweater.
         A soft moan tumbled out of his lips when his abdomen tightened involuntarily, that same awful anticipation taking hold of him.
         “Um, are you okay there, big guy?”, Lois' voice broke through the stupor. “You've been silent.” 
         “S-Sorry”, the shaky young man whimpered, with his chin to his chest, curled even further into himself. “I-I really don't feel good right now...”
         Lois gave a hum of sympathy, putting whatever she had down before her soft steps trailed his way. Jimmy didn't sound as graceful, he ran along the table, stopping right by him.
         “Hey, what's wrong? What are you feeling?” she called with a slight tremble to her voice, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention.
        Clark winced at her touch but didn't try to pull away, looking up was a bad idea. It felt like the whole room was spinning, only making him feel dizzier.
         “My stomach hurts…”, he whimpered, his voice barely audible.
         “So, his stomach's been bothering him since morning”, Jimmy explained.
         “Oh, is that what those sounds were?”, Lois whispered, speaking off to the side, though her sick coworker still heard it, and froze under her hand, his face taking a whole another tone of red. Did she hear that?
         “Yeah, he threw up too", Jimmy continued, which prompted his friend to raise his head and give him a strained look of bewilderment, his friend only shrugged.
         “What!? And you still let him come into work?”, Lois' hand briefly left him as they went up, in a sign of exasperation.
         “Well, he insisted!”, he tried to defend himself, and Clark felt a pang of guilt.
         ”R-Really, it… wasn't as bad this morning”, he tried to argue, glancing up at the short woman, who was scowling now, thankfully not at him.
         “That is not—! Ugh, forget that”, Lois took another look at the puddle of sweat that used to be Clark, noticing that he was shivering noticeably now, his clothes already damp. “Hey, are you alright? Do you need anything?”
         “I-I don't know, I think I’m— urP!” he began to answer, not really sure where he was going with it when he was cut off by a wet hiccup. The woman opened her mouth as if to speak, but shut it as she heard a sound akin to a reverse gulp coming from Clark.
         That was the only warning he needed before his hand flew up to his mouth, in an attempt to stop the watery bile from flooding past his lips. He was up on his feet in a second, and out of the office in the other.
         Lois called after him a second too late. She had barely seen him run off, she had only noticed after he was already gone.
         The sick Kryptonian was too concentrated in not vomiting down the front of his sweater to realize that he was walking too fast for a regular human. Thankfully, the hallway was empty, he didn't have to worry about explaining anything to anyone. His boiling stomach lurched with every step, lunging against his abdomen as it sent its contents gurgling up his throat.
         He pushed past the door to the restroom, and thankfully found it empty, though he didn't reach the stall in time. Something hot and acidic surged past his throat, quickly filling his mouth with more than it could hold. His cheeks ballooned out behind his hand, his throat convulsed, forcing the sour watery vomit through cracks of his fingers and down the front of his sweater.
          Groaning with disgust, he pushed himself into one of the stalls, dropping to his knees just in time for his stomach to push out the rest of it. Clark didn't think he would end up like this, on his knees retching inside a toilet bowl, because of a stupid tuna sandwich.
         “BlEeuUrRrghH!”
         At least he was due some mercy, all that came up was mostly water, at first, spurting out of his nose. Hot acrid water that dyed the bowl a cloudy brown. Though it didn't look like it would leave a stain, it tasted absolutely awful, like drain cleaner with an aftertaste of grease. He gagged hard on the thought of it and began to dry heave.
         Scowling, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, infiltrating behind his lenses. He could feel himself shaking violently, a horrible nauseating heat latching onto his skin. He wanted nothing more than to take his sweater off, but he didn't think he could uncurl from the miserable position he was in.
         A pained moan dribbled out of his lips as he gave into another fit of loud dry heaving. His abdomen spasmed under his tight damp buttoned-up shirt, the fabric clinging to it by sweat. It was like he was being suffocated by it.
         Clark clung to the ceramic bowl, though his vomit-covered hand couldn't get a grip on it, and burped up a stream of viscous runny puke. He winced at the violent splash, it almost sounded like an open faucet. He gagged hard as he felt the solid parts passing through his gullet, bits of sandwich his sick stomach couldn't digest.
         “Kh—”, he coughed as the vomit finally tapered off into a sirupy trickle, and spat out what still clung to his tongue. The disgusting cheesy taste of his breakfast was so evident now, with some rotten aftertaste he didn't want to dwell on.
         For a moment or two, Clark hovered over the toilet, panting heavily.  Drool and sick hung from his lips, thin ropes waving along with his breathing, which was the only sound apart from the muffled churning of his upset guts. His belly kept clenching unproductively, struggling to bring up what remained inside of it, only worsening the dull ache of his sore muscles. The dizzying nausea hadn't eased one bit, though he kept heaving, it would be a minute before he had the strength to let any more out.
          A shaky hand came up, wiping vomit all over his sweater, then absentmindedly tugging at his neckline. Once, before a tiny button went flying. Reminded of his superhuman strength, he eased his grip on the toilet bowl and slinked back.
         It could've been minutes or just a few seconds, he couldn't tell exactly, but something pulled him out of his feverish daze. A knock on his stall, a careful one made the door creak as it was pushed ajar. He froze, ready for the worst his anxious mind could come up with.
         “Clark? Are you in there?” It almost didn't sound like Lois, but it was her. He didn't think he had ever heard her so livid before.
         He looked over to find a pair of familiar sneakers peeking under the gap, shifting nervously. He even saw the small manicured fingers sneaking in to pull it closed, allowing him a little more privacy.
         “H-Here Lois, ngh…”, he groaned, and though he still felt dizzy he put in the effort to flush out the toilet, hoping the smell hadn't already permeated the whole restroom. “I'm here.”
         “Oh, good! I've been looking for you everywhere”, she exclaimed, her voice still shaky.
         “Sorry for running off, I felt really sick all of sudden”, he replied, sitting back on his knees. It was a struggle to keep his voice from cracking when it felt like he had swallowed sandpaper.
        “You don't have to apologize for that”, she sighed, her feet kept fidgeting. “Are you alright? Did you… um, throw up?”
         “Y-Yeah”, he admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment, and grabbed a few pieces of paper to wipe his mouth with. “I think it was something I ate.”
         “Jimmy told me so, said you weren't feeling well this morning”, she commented, and he heard her fidgeting with something in her pockets. “He went out to buy medicine, I only found headache pills around here.”
         Any medicine would be a lifesaver right now, but Clark couldn't even stomach the thought of swallowing anything.
         “Anyways, I brought you some water”, she added, followed by the sound of a bottle being agitated. “Can I come in?”
         Clark gulped anxiously at the idea, he didn't want the girl he liked to see him like this, but the idea of being left alone was even scarier. 
         “Okay… come in.”
         The door opened then shut with a small click, Lois actually bothered to close it properly, even though the stall felt small with someone of Clark's size inside, the short woman made up for it
 While he took up half of the space, she barely filled a third. The squared space felt noticeably warmer too, just by being close to him she could feel the heat rolling off him.
         “Hey, big guy” she greeted softly, shedding her puffy green jacket as she crouched behind him.
         “Hey…”, he glanced over his shoulder, offering a tired but genuine smile under a sleeve he ran over his mouth. It tugged on her heartstrings seeing his misty eyes. “Sorry, I'm not doing so hot right now…”
         “It's okay, I'm here now to take care of you”, she told him, rubbing his arm, and offering a reassuring smile of her own. “Anything you need, okay?”
         He mouthed an “okay” before he had to swallow again, feeling his stomach jump, this time he could tell it was from the nerves rather than the nausea. Something about being in a tight space all alone with Lois, no matter how gross the actual situation was, made him anxious.
         Those thoughts were quickly banished as she busied herself cracking the bottle open.
         “Here, drink. You need to replenish your liquids”, she humored, handing him the water bottle.
         Clark mustered a nervous chuckle before he took it, too eager to notice her fingers might've lingered on his for a moment too long. She did note how much they were trembling, though.
         “So, how are you feeling?”
         “A little better now”, he responded after a small sip, trying to return her good humor, and Lois chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow. “I don't know…”, he gave a more sincere answer this time, resting a hand over his belly. “I feel… hot? and dizzy… and a little… hm, nauseous still.”
         Lois hummed, looking at his oversized hand distractedly rubbing his belly, picking up on the bubbling sounds she hadn't before.
          “I'm sorry you don't feel good. Food poisoning is never fun”, she cooed, in a tone that should've been mocking but quickly took a side of sympathy. He chuckled too, the bottle's rim still on his lips. “I think you might be overheating in that big sweater, though.”
         “You might be right…”, he panted.
         Her hand wandered to the rim of his jumper, playing with it before she offered, with a smirk: “Wanna take it off?”
         He gulped, then nodded, putting the water bottle down, and raised his arms just enough for her to pull it off.
         Without it, he almost looked like another person, his hair was up in spikes, his blue tie was messed up and his glasses were crooked. The white dress shirt he had underneath was nearly see-through, with a couple more buttons threatening to pop off. Lois looked away for a moment, convinced the heat was getting to her as well.
         “Better?”
         He hummed, while adjusting his glasses and combing his hair down, coming off a little weaker than he meant to. In reality, he was still feeling quite groggy, and his head was pounding, not to mention…
         “You don't sound sincere”, she commented, her eyes now fixed to his hand, which in play was fidgeting with the buttons of his undershirt. “Does your belly hurt?”
         “A little…”, he started to reply, but as if to punctuate his answer, it gave a low grumble that Lois heard and had to disguise a snort. “Hah, I guess… a lot”
         “You're a bad liar, Clark”, she pointed, smirking.
         He would have blushed if his face wasn't already a feverish red. Instead, he lowered his eyes and simpered.
         “I think we have a hot water bottle somewhere in the break room”, Lois commented after a moment of silence, bumping him in the shoulder to lift his spirits. “It helps a lot with cramps.“
         Clark made a noise at the mention of it, a mix between a grumble and a snort that drowned out as he took a swig of water. While it soothed his sore throat, it was getting hard to ignore the way it seemed to slosh inside of him, sitting heavily on top of his undigested meal.
         Another noise, one of surprise, escaped him when a small hand came to rest on his cheek. Instead of flinching at the feeling of cold fingers, he nearly melted, putting his hand over hers before she could retrieve it. In turn, Lois widened her eyes at the heat rolling off his skin.
         “What are you doing?”, he asked, holding her there.
       �� “Checking if you… have a fever”, she responded, with a mix of surprise and embarrassment at his reaction. His hand completely covered hers. “Can I?”
         “Ah, right… Go ahead”, he gave a sheepish look before letting go.
         Now flustered, her hand glided up, resting the back of it against his forehead, his once fluffy bangs were flat and soaked in sweat. A soft hiss left her mouth, all that was left was steam to come out, his skin was nearly sizzling, and she didn't even think it was humanly possible.
         “Do you think I have a fever?” Clark humored her. “That would explain a lot…”
         “Definitely, I don’t even need a thermometer to know”, she half-joked, brushing off a few damp strands of hair. ”You're burning up, and covered in sweat too…”
           “Feels really hot in here”, he muttered, growing a little groggy from what she was doing to his hair. “Your hand is cold, feels nice."
         Lois gave a small hum, cupping his cheek again, and caressing her thumb over his cheek. He seemed to relax as she did it, closing his eyes and sighing, though his eyebrows were still furrowed, and his throat kept moving.
         “I might have an ice bag for you if we go to the break room", she mentioned. “How about it? There's a nice sofa there to rest.”
         Clark considered the offer for a second, or rather, the mental image of falling asleep on her lap, he would've said yes then and there. Then he felt his stomach tighten, and was reminded of the nausea swirling in the pits of his stomach.
         “I don't know, Lois… I really don't think it's safe with me, guh, like this”, he replied, looking up at her with a frown.
         “Aw baby, are you still feeling sick?”, her voice took a more comforting tone as she ran her fingers through his bangs. “Do you think you might throw up?”
         “I– I don't know…”, he echoed, swallowing thickly, enough in his mind for him to miss the nickname. “I think…?”
         Lois sighed, still holding him, she could feel him letting more and more of his weight onto her, and worried he might be getting weaker. Her eyes wandered down to his collar, where a faulty button left a peek of his chest out, and quickly went back.
         “You hadn't eaten much today, have you?”, she asked.
         “Just, gulp, half a sandwich since I woke up”, he responded, his expression crumpling in disgust, as if recalling his previous meal wasn't the right move.
         “Do you think that might've been it?”, she asked as he pulled away from her, going back to fidgeting with his buttons.
         “No…”, his lips trembled as he said, like he was trying not to gag. “I– , had something from the fridge yesterday. I— muRp, excuse me.”
         He pressed a fist to his mouth, closing his eyes and swallowing convulsively as he recalled the taste of that horrible tuna sandwich.
         Before Lois had the chance to ask anything else, he was crossing his arms over his middle, groaning with nausea. She scooted closer, wrapping an arm around him in a somewhat awkward but still comforting hug. He leaned on her, even if everything in him said to pull away before he vomited all over.
         “Ugh… my stomach's churning again”, he moaned, curling into a tight ball. “I really don't want… puke.”
         “Well, if you need to”, she told him and heard an airy gulp in response. His face scrunched in what looked like disgust, but it could've been frustration from the way he shook his head. “Hey, I know it's bad, but it's your body's way of helping you through this.”
         Clark mused about his options, his expression still pinched in pain. He could feel his stomach bubbling, the bile constantly at the back of his throat, like a boiling pot threatening to spill over. He looked up at her, at the cute frown she had on, and felt guilty worrying her like this. 
         “Lois, I think you shH— uRp!”, he opened his mouth and his body made the decision for him, letting a wet burp come up without warning. He cupped his mouth, wide-eyed.
         Before he even could apologize, he was muffling another into his hand, trying to swallow the acidic saliva flooding over his tongue. Lois, on a calmer note, placed a hand on his back, gently guiding him to lean over the toilet.
         “It's okay, just let it happen”, she told him, rubbing slow circles in an attempt to put him more at ease. It didn't seem to be working, she could feel his muscles tensing under her.
         Clark was about to ask her to stand outside, he really didn't want her to see him like this, but he didn't seem to have a choice. Hell, they weren't even dating yet, and she was already seeing such a gross side of him.
         Groaning, he draped his arm over the seat and hunched over, resting his head on the meat of his wrist. This way his head was mostly inside the toilet, affording him a smidge of privacy. He stared at the clear water below, taking deep careful breaths, feeling his stomach churn, his breakfast working its way up his throat.
         “Ngh—”, he whimpered when his abdomen caved in, bringing a weak airy gag and a river of salty saliva to his lips.
         It couldn't get worse at least, he told himself. Lois was there, rubbing his back and trying to keep him calm, seemingly unbothered by him being a contagious funk. Clark clenched his eyes shut, tears prickling his eyes, and dry heaved loudly, feeling her flinch at the harsh noise echoing inside the bowl.
         “That's it, try to get it up”, Lois urged in a gentle voice, stroking his back as he retched again, louder but unproductive. “Keep going.”
         He tried again, sucking in his abdomen and whimpering pitifully when it felt like a punch to the gut instead of the relief of emptying it.
         “Easy…”, she instructed, her other hand wandered down, grazing his sore pained tummy over the tight shirt.
         Clark shivered as he felt her touch it, letting out another needy whimper that made her pull away.
         “I-It's okay, you can, gulp, touch there”, he managed to say before he was gagging again, his voice thick with nausea.
         “Ah, got it”, she responded, now sounding flustered. “I’ll be gentle.”
         Her hand found his stomach flat under the shirt, humid and warm, clenching in preparation for another harsh dry heave. A soft whistle escaped her lips as she realized she could feel the muscles of his toned abdomen underneath the clammy skin, even his stomach lunging as he gave another, this time wet-sounding heave.
         Humming with sympathy, Lois tried to rub her open palm up and down, trailing from his belly button to just below his ribcage, gently kneading into his bruised tummy as she went. The surface felt firm, his stomach was full and bloated underneath. No wonder he was feeling so uncomfortable, there seemed to be a lot in there making him sick.
         Her poor boyfriend-to-be let out a queasy moan and belched, the sound turning thick and wet as he forced it out.
         “There, try to get it up”, she instructed, patting his belly and widening her eyes as she felt it gurgle underneath her fingertips. That seemed like it did the trick.
         “H— urp! EUrGhH!” Clark made a miserable sound as he retched into the bowl, the violent heave turned hauntingly wet as vomit gurgled out of his mouth.
         Lois winced as she heard it connect with the water inside the bowl in a sharp splash, hearing him choke up and spit out the rest of it. While that seemed to have been just the liquid he had drank, the strong acrid smell still reached her quickly, making her shift with a slight discomfort.
         “There you go, let it out”, she whispered, trying to keep the disgust away from her voice.
         Clark dry heaved again and his whole body seemed to follow the motion. His back arched forward, his musculature showing through the damp shirt, shoulders hitching as he strained. She felt his stomach lurch under her palm and braced as he brought up more of his stomach contents in a lengthy surge, some of it spurting out of his nose with a hiss.
         He couldn't get a breath in as a second wave came up without warning, sounding thicker on his throat and heavier as it fell into the bowl, making a somewhat soft splatter. Lois didn't want to dwell on what it meant, but from how much he was straining she already had an idea. She could feel his stomach deflating under her fingertips, pumping itself empty.
         “There you go, let it all out”, she encouraged him, rubbing his back, to which he responded, or at least tried to, with a weak groan.
         “I'm, hrk— s-sorry…”, came the garbled apology, punctuated by harsh gagging.
         “Aw, baby… It's alright, don't apologize”, she frowned, tempted to just scoop him up into a hug, but another loud dry heave made her think twice. “You're doing great.”
         “No, I'm— urgh, this is so gross…”, he moaned, sounding completely clogged. “You shouldn't have to… hRk, see this, muRp!”
         “Aw, Clark, it's okay, really. I don't mind being here with you. I wouldn't just leave you like this either”, she responded, sounding timid as the sentence went on. He, on the other hand, didn't have much time to dwell on it as another flash of hot nausea slammed into him.
         Clark could barely keep his eyes open, but at a time like this he was almost thankful, his vision was blurry with unshed tears, which meant he couldn’t see much of the mess he was making. Retching harshly, he choked up another thick stream of his undigested sandwich and stomach juices, feeling the clumps passing through his throat.
         He sucked in a greedy gasp of air, choking up another lengthy wave of vomit not a second later. There was so much that for a moment he couldn't breathe as it gushed out his nose, burning through his airways. He coughed violently as it tapered off, noticing the disgusting taste hanging from the tail end. He knew better than to think too much about it, but now he could taste a pull of spoiled fish at the end.
         “EuRrGhH!”, he moaned, mustering a third consecutive wave before he was left panting so hard his lungs were whistling in his throat.
         “Hey, remember to breathe”, Lois told him, but Clark seemed too caught up in his own misery to take her advice.
         It felt like his stomach was trying to turn itself out. He clenched his eyes shut, tears of exertion gathering on his eyelashes, his throat still working through the last bits of vomit.
         “Breathe…”, she instructed him, her hand still on his stomach, grounding him.
         Clark lunged forward, nearly losing his grip as a harsh retch tore out of him, choking up a trickle of viscous bile into the toilet. He kept gagging for a solid minute, runny puke dribbling inside the toilet as his stomach continued to wrang itself empty, trying to get rid of any traces of that disgusting sandwich he had eaten yesterday.
         A moment or two passed of Lois shushing him while he continued to heave weakly, the involuntary motions growing more sparse. It felt like his stomach was finally empty, even though it kept clenching, leaving his abdomen sore.
         “Think you're done, big guy?”, she said, patting his back.
         “Mrgh… hm-hmm”, he made a pained noise before humming, though it still took another minute before he felt confident enough to raise his head.
         His face was an utter mess of orangish-brown vomit, drool and snot hanging from his nose and lips in thick slimy ropes, some of it coating his chin. He instinctively brought a cupped hand under it, trying to keep the mess from dripping on his shirt, but Lois was quicker, handing him a handful of rolled paper.
         “Think you got it all out?”, she asked sheepishly, while he blew his nose.
         “Think so…”, he rasped, his voice completely shot. 
         “Um, here, rinse your mouth out”, she instructed, bringing the water bottle to his lips and tipping it so he could take a sip. ”You don't have to swallow, just to get the taste out.”
         After he swished and spat out, she flushed the toilet, glancing at the swirling vomit inside and grimacing. She could make out bits of green lettuce among the murky orange mess, and lowered the lid before she had the chance to see anything else.
         Turning her gaze back to him, she found his junior intern sitting there like a lost kid, misty-eyed and sniffling, staring at the ground through half-lids. His color hadn’t improved much, in fact, he looked more green than pale now, with a feverish blush still burning on his cheeks.
         “Hey?”, she called, waving her hand in front of him. He raised his head weakly, blinking. “Are you alright now? Still feeling nauseous?”
         “Huh? No, I… think I'm empty now", he responded, though that didn't exactly respond to the question. His stomach was settled now, though it felt sore, like he had just done the worst workout of his life.
         “That's good, I think? At least you got out whatever was making you sick”, she commented, to which he had to put a hand to his mouth, covering a gag. “You must have a pretty weak immune system, huh? I mean, you were last week too.��
         “O-Oh, yeah, I was, yeah”, he feigned a chuckle, recalling the lie he had told her, when he needed to fly back home. His face quickly dropped. “Lois, I'm sorry you had to see this, I really didn't know what to—”
         “Clark, it's okay, really. You don't have to apologize for being sick, or for needing help. None of it is your fault. I'm here, okay? For whatever you need”, she silenced him, cupping his cheek again. A small smile played on his lips, before he nodded, finally convinced. “Now, do you think we can go? It's not exactly hygienic to be on a restroom floor.”
         “Ah! Y-Yeah, you're right“, he chuckled, putting his hands on his knees as he struggled to his feet. Lois followed, lending him a shoulder to lean on.
         “Come on, big guy. If you play your cards right, I might even make you some chicken noodle soup when we get to your place”, she said playfully.
         “Wait, really? That does sound good”, he replied, blue eyes sparkling with a naive and hopeful look.
         “We'll see”, she smirked. “But now, what you need is to lay down and rest.”
         He didn't argue, looking forward to the possibility of falling asleep on her lap, to her small fingers brushing through his hair, to her scent. At least there was some good to be taken out of this situation.
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captain-mj · 2 years ago
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Hey u got anything for backrooms and the bois?
pls and thank you
So I cannot find any proof of this but I swear there used to be a way of getting into the backrooms where basically if you're very depressed/dissociative you can walk directly into it without the no clipping, but I cannot find it. Regardless, that's used here.
By the way, from Soap's pov. If I make a pt 2, it’ll be from Ghost’s
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Soap was with the 141 and Los Vaqueros the day it happened. He watched Ghost look through the room they were in quietly. Everyone was there. Everyone was watching.
That's what he thought of every day since it happened. Everyone was watching. He wasn't crazy.
Ghost had stepped away, still in sight. Price gave them instructions. Ghost went ahead. He turned around a corner.
Everyone saw him go around that corner. Soap was two steps behind. Ghost went out of sight. Soap should've seen him on the second step.
He was gone. The hallway was completely straight after that corner. Yellow walls with harsh yellow lights. No windows. No doors. Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.
Soap remembered staring at it before screaming Ghost's name. Suddenly, he didn't really care if they were overheard. Everyone had freaked out when they heard him. Were even more freaked out when they saw why.
Six hours.
Six hours he searched that entire building. The hallway led to a room and it looped around, the entire building shaped a bit like an O. A giant fucking circle that he could walk until his feet bled and it still wouldn't lead him to Ghost again.
It replayed in his head. The brief second before Ghost turned away. He had looked at Johnny. Something had been bothering him that day, but Soap had decided to wait until they were home at base to ask. Maybe Ghost would've stayed closer to him or Price. They would've seen something.
He really wished he had asked. Had told Ghost to wait up. Ghost got annoyed when he did that, but he'd still be there. Still be...
Instead of wherever he was.
It didn't make sense.
After the third hour, Price had given them permission to start ripping up floorboards and bash in the walls. The building was going to abandoned anyway.
Fucking nothing.
No secret rooms.
No secret passages.
Ghost was good. But even he couldn't just vanish. He couldn't have moved fast enough.
Price had started calling for him. He clicked on his radio and kept calling. Feedback was all he got for the efforts.
Soap was seconds away from falling apart every step of the way. The wrong push and he thinks he'd start screaming again.
They searched the surrounding area, but that was even more pointless. Soap knew something... wrong had happened. Something unnatural. But he had no way to explain it.
Price made phone calls while Gaz torched the building. That wasn't protocol. Maybe Captain hoped Ghost would come out with some explanation.
Soap hadn't slept much.
If Ghost had died, he accepted it would hurt. Hurt like fucking hell. Crush him to dust.
Somehow, this was worse. The not knowing.
Where the fuck could Ghost be?
It had been two weeks since that incident. They had been put on leave for a while. Price was worried about everyone. Reasonably so.
Alejandro had been oddly quiet about the whole thing. According to Rodolfo, he had been in contact with some officials he knew, but he didn't tell Rudy. Rodolfo admitted to Soap he didn't feel as hurt as he probably should. He told Soap he knew there was something else here. Something else to this disappearance that made him unsettled.
Soap wondered if he was having nightmares too.
Had to 've he supposed. Soap didn't sleep enough for him.
Ghost's room had been cleaned out after 3 days of being MIA. Just 3. Like the man didn't fucking matter.
Soap had grabbed his knives and one of his masks. Kept one of the former under his pillow and the latter always nearby.
It didn't smell like Ghost anymore.
Gaz slept on his floor some nights. He appreciated it until Gaz admitted he was worried by being alone, he'd disappear too. Or that Soap would. Soap laid on the floor with him that night.
Maybe it was stupid. To be so worked up about this. But even Price had been effected. Soap noticed him no longer working in his office. Always out in common rooms where someone could see him.
Soap sighed and closed his eyes to try sleeping.
Click.
His eyes flew back open. "Gaz?"
"You heard it too?"
Soap sat up slowly, looking at his radio. He left it on their channel. Didn't make sense to anymore honestly.
"Think its picking something up? Feedback or some radio station?" Gaz sat up, staring at it.
"Is there anyone there?" Ghost sounded... tired. So very, very tired. But there.
Soap took a deep breath and reached over, pressing the button. "Simon?"
"Johnny? Where am I?"
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fuwaprince · 6 months ago
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hey. are you okay friend?
No, I'm not and c'est la vie! Sometimes you're okay and sometimes you're not. Thanks for checking in sweet friend 🫂 I hope you're having a beautiful day! 💕
Yesterday I helped Mr. Leonard deep clean his home that we're still trying to save and this morning I unfortunately headed back to the hag house I reside in! He was so nice. Sent me home with half his cookies and told me to share with the people who were kind enough to give me a ride. I didn't even mean to stay over last night but I was just so tired after cleaning... I slept for a whole 10 hours! Kind of a miracle for me. I must've been comfortable
Soon as I got back to the hag house and started to microwave my usual (a single jumbo corn dog), I was rudely interrupted and told by the biggest bitch here that I am no longer a part of the household even though I am living here for the next 30 days still???? They can deny the reality (that I have been part of this house since the day I moved in) and believe in whatever delusion they so badly want to- fine!!! But the sucky part is that they say I can no longer help myself to the food my fucking rent covers because of that decision... Wackadoodle :/ Funny how the carpet slides around. They're literally fattened up by greed. They're willing to starve me down to nothing if it means I'll die faster than I can move out. Whatever it takes to drive me away I guess since the other terror tactics just didn't work! She was giving me attitude and rude comments. Other housemate blasted trans hate (happy pride btw). Got defensive af over their food in their kitchen :/ whatever
Good news is that I reapplied for food stamps after a friend motivated me to. I'm fucking praying that this time my fucked up mother doesn't sabotage it by denying me my fucking mail again like she did last time which resulted in me starving/withering all summer of last year! I should've had it this whole time... Hopefully it gets processed soon. Phone interview will take place once the weekend is over... I hope there's a way to expedite it.
If I had my own PO box then I wouldn't have to depend on my mom actually giving me my mail... I don't have a key and don't live there with her anymore but this mailing address won't work. The people here tamper with my belongings out of hate. Why? Who knows. I try not to think about the whole "what if I was a pure white lesbian instead of a brown trans traitor? Would they respect me then?" rabbit hole. I don't care. Even if I was respectable to them, I wouldn't be their friend based on how they'd treat others. Anyways, yeah. Coming back home sucks. People are mean. My heart rly hurts and keeps acting up. Stings and feels like I'm going to pass out from time to time. It's hurting more than usual and bothering me as I type this
My on and off boyfriend also texted me saying he got hit by a car a few hours ago (he's okay, apparently.... Although I question since he refused to go to a hospital). Stresses my poor heart out to hear that tbh. But yeah. Maybe I'll go on a night walk or something. I hate this house that I'm in. If Mr. Leonard lived any closer I would just walk back there and beg him to let me in. I would feel better if I was out of here and around compassionate people. I'm gonna be okay
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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years ago
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Kicho's Main Story Chapter 10 Part 2
These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes. I didn't proofread this.
I suddenly woke up to the sensation of someone gently stroking my head.
(Nice big hands.)
I turned to the side in a daze and saw a handsome face looking down at me.
Kicho: "Did I wake you?"
Mai: "Yes, but it's okay."
Mai: "Your hand feels warm."
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Kicho: "Really? You're much warmer."
Kicho: "Maybe your warmth got transferred to me. You were asleep in my arms for a while."
Mai: "Is that so? Hehe."
(I was in his arms while I slept.)
(I'm so happy even though it's that simple.)
Sitting upright, I faced him, still groggy and feeling warm from sleep, and noticed I was already dressed.
I never thought this day would come, but I think deep down I'd been waiting for it.
(My heart is bursting with happiness, all because he's by my side.)
Mai: "By the way, why are you up so early? It's still dark outside."
Kicho: "I woke up by accident. I stayed up because I had things to do."
Mai: "Things to do?"
Kicho: "Yeah, I had to change my bandages."
Mai: "Are you sure that's all?"
Kicho: "Are you doubting me?"
Mai: "Because you said it while smiling. I think you might be hiding something."
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Kicho: "You're sharp. I wonder if your life as a spy has trained you to be observant."
Mai: "Hmm. I don't know about that."
(Even if I'm not trained, I'd know if he's smiling like that.)
(Is his expression more relaxed because I'm in front of him? I'd be happy if that's the case.)
Kicho: "You're the same."
Mai: "What?"
Kicho: "You’re smiling. What are you thinking?"
Mai: "That's a secret. I'll tell you if you tell me what you're hiding first."
Kicho: "An exchange, huh?"
He kept smiling and gently stroked my cheek.
Kicho: "I watched you sleep."
Kicho: "I couldn't help but notice how cute you were, looking so defenseless."
Mai: "You watched me sleep?"
(Did I look weird or something?)
Kicho: "You're blushing one minute, then blushing the next."
Kicho: "Before you embarrass yourself, let me know what you were thinking."
Mai: "I was thinking the same thing."
Mai: "I felt like you were revealing your true self to me. That's why I was smiling."
Kicho: "I was?"
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Kicho: "I see. Well, I wouldn't be surprised if it was for you."
Smiling softly, he brought his lips to mine, and I gently lifted my chin to accept it.
Mai: "Mnn..."
We shared a sweet kiss that seemed to melt everything away.
Mai: "Ngh..."
Soon, he dropped a torrent of short kisses, each making a seductive sound.
Kicho: "This is nice."
Kicho: "I love your sleeping face, but I also love your lustful eyes."
Mai: "Ah...mnn..."
Before I knew it, his hands were behind my head, pulling me in, and our playful kisses deepened into something more intimate.
Mai: "Kicho...ngh..."
He inserted his tongue through my slightly parted lips and kissed me at different angles, taking my breath away as he greedily devoured me.
Kicho: "Mai."
Mai: "Haaa..."
(I'm so breathless.)
I squeezed his collar and panted on his shoulder.
Kicho: "Are you okay?"
Mai: "Yes. I'm fine."
I nodded, but the strength left my body.
Kicho: "I guess I forced you to get out of bed. Even last night一"
Mai: "P-Please don't mention it! Just remembering it is too stimulating."
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Kicho: "Was it such a memorable moment?"
Mai: "Yes."
Kicho: "I see. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not satisfied yet."
Kicho: "One night was too short for all the love I have for you."
Mai: "What!? Really?"
Kicho: "Yeah, I guess that's how much I've been holding back my feelings."
Kicho: "Plus, you're irresistibly lovely after I told you I love you, so it's not easy."
Mai: "..........."
He supported me up and kissed me on my forehead.
(He’s so sweet.)
(Anymore more of this, and my heart won't last.)
(But I like this side of him too.)
Mai: "I'm not satisfied either."
Mai: "I should've been satisfied just by telling you how I feel, but I became even greedier instead."
Mai: "I want to tell you more about these feelings and continue to love you."
Kicho: "Mai."
Mai: "Can I stay by your side forever?"
Kicho: "Forever?"
Mai: "Yes. Until we grow old."
Mai: "I want to be there for you, by your side, as your ally, accepting everything."
Kicho: "You're the one who said I should choose a way of life that makes me truly happy."
Mai: "There's nothing wrong with wanting to preserve life, but I think your means are wrong."
To convey my feelings, I looked straight into his eyes and saw that his Noh-like expression was nowhere to be found.
Mai: "Please live as you."
Mai: "I want you to live like that too."
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Kicho: "..........."
Mai: "Kicho?" 
(Why did he suddenly shut up?)
Kicho: "I remember something from the past."
Kicho: "It was a memory where I couldn't even tell if it was real or a dream."
Kicho: "A stranger once told me to live."
(Is that...!)
Kicho: "I can hardly remember what she looked like, what she sounded like, or how tall she was."
Kicho: "All I remember are the words she said to me and the feel of her fingertips as she put rouge on me."
Kicho: "I was impressed by how carefully and gently she drew it."
He traced his lips, then gently looked at me.
Kicho: "I see. That was you."
Kicho: "It took me this long to find out."
Mai: "............"
A hot feeling rose from the back of my throat.
(His past trauma didn't disappear.)
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(It didn't, but...)
Kicho: "No matter what happened, whether it was a dream or not, I promised I would live."
Kicho: "Long before I found my cause, you appeared in my path."
Mai: "It wasn't a dream. I wanted you to live."
Mai: "I wanted you to live and be happy because your life is irreplaceable."
Kicho: "Happy...?"
Mai: "I felt that way not because you lived in a dangerous time but because I love you."
Kicho: "I see."
His heartfelt smile made my heart squeeze, but I could feel a crack forming in something that was really bothering him.
Kicho: "I was looking at the future world through you."
Kicho: “It's not that the value has been diminished, but maybe that was one of the consequences of facing life.” **
Kicho: "And yet, with no right or wrong, I was forcing others to live as I did."
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After saying that, he closed his eyes, his beautifully formed eyelids quivering slightly and opening again with a soft sigh.
Kicho: "I was bound by the past, unable to control my emotions, and unwilling to look at the contradictions."
Kicho: "As long as there's love, a person's life is more precious than anything else."
Kicho: "If that's true, then there's no need to suffer the fires of war anymore."
Mai: "Then...!"
Kicho: "However, I won't abandon my cause. I'll keep fighting to preserve the value of life and end this turbulent world."
Mai: "Okay!"
I heard him laugh as I hugged him and buried my face in his chest.
Kicho: "Can l also be there for you?"
Mai: "Of course. How could I say no?"
Mai: "If you ever suffer from the contradiction again, I will be there for you."
Mai: "I will love you with all my heart and embrace your pain."
(That's why一)
Mai: "Ugh..."
Kicho: "Mai!"
(It hurts!)
I collapsed, feeling dizzy, and clutched my collar, desperately trying to breathe as the back of my throat tightened.
Kicho: "You have the same symptoms back when you collapsed in front of the trading post."
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Kicho: "Wait here. I'll get a doctor right away一"
Mai: "W-Wait."
Feeling lightheaded, I stubbornly pushed myself up and grabbed his sleeve.
Mai: "Stay by my side."
Kicho: "But一"
Mai: "I'm scared."
Mai: "I don't want to be apart anymore."
Kicho: "Okay. I'll stay here, don't worry."
He sat back down and rubbed my back as I desperately tried to breathe, still in pain and sweating.
(No, I need to calm down.)
(If I collapse like this, I don't know what's gonna happen the next time I wake up.)
As I struggled to breathe, the symptoms eventually calmed down.
Kicho: "Are you feeling better now?"
Mai: "Yes. Sorry for worrying you."
Mai: "I just suddenly couldn't breathe. But I'm fine now."
I put my hand in my pocket as I said this.
Mai: "Huh?"
Kicho: "What's wrong?"
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Mai: "I was going to wipe my sweat with my handkerchief, but it's not here."
Mai: "Maybe I left it in my room in the trading post."
Kicho: "Handkerchief?"
Mai: "Is something wrong?"
Kicho: "Did that handkerchief you brought to the trading post come from the future?"
Mai: "Yes. Um, do you have it?"
Kicho: "Yeah, I had it. But it disappeared."
Mai: "It disappeared?"
Seeing the blood drain from his face, I suddenly felt uneasy.
Kicho: "Yes. This is why I thought you were erased."
Kicho: "The disappearance of things from the future means that history has changed."
Kicho: "When history changes, the lives it spins also change."
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Yukimura: "Hey, Sasuke, pull yourself together. Can you eat porridge?"
Sasuke: "Yukimura, sorry for troubling you."
Yukimura: "You don't need to apologize for every single thing. More importantly, are you okay?"
Yukimura: "You collapsed as soon as you came back here."
Sasuke: "Yeah, I showed you my pathetic side."
Yukimura: "Don't worry about it. You're probably just tired."
Sasuke: "No. I'm not tired, more like一Hm?"
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Yukimura: "Something wrong?"
Sasuke: "Yukimura, do you know where the stuff I left in that corner went?"
Yukimura: "Stuff? Nothing was there when I brought you in here."
Yukimura: "Maybe the maid cleaned it up. I'll ask her later, so you eat and sleep."
Sasuke: "Yeah, okay."
Sasuke: "I hope I'm just imagining it."
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Mitsuhide: "Lord Nobunaga." 
Nobunaga: "It's you. You're late."
Mitsuhide: "Yes, sorry for the delay."
Nobunaga: "You're alone. Where's Mai?"
Mitsuhide: "She went back to Kicho by herself. She has been missing ever since."
Nobunaga: "Oh? Is he holding her hostage?"
Mitsuhide: "No, she's not in Kicho's hands. She disappeared literally."
Mitsuhide: "But there's a way to bring her back."
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Nobunaga: "What is it?"
Mitsuhide: "We must achieve unification."
Nobunaga: "Then she'll be back for sure?"
Nobunaga: "That man's plan has already come to fruition and is bringing a war to Japan."
Nobunaga: "However, I'll surely eliminate anyone who tries to threaten the unification."
Mitsuhide: "I understand. Kicho is currently at large with a gunshot wound on his right shoulder."
Nobunaga: "And you were shot in the abdomen?"
Mitsuhide: "It's just a scratch. I received first aid just in case, so there's no problem."
Nobunaga: "I see. Then come with me."
Nobunaga: "We'll leave here at dawn."
Mitsuhide: "Yes, my lord."
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Motonari: "So, did you find him?"
Kicho's subordinate 1: "No, we couldn't find him anywhere."
Kicho's subordinate 2: "Lady Mai is gone, and now Lord Kicho.”
Motonari: "Mai?"
Motonari: "I was right to get rid of her. If I leave her alone, she'll wake him up eventually."
Kicho’s subordinate 1: “Do you know anything about it?”
Motonari: “Nah, just talking to myself.”
Motonari: “More importantly, you guys better get on with the plan, even if your boss isn’t here. You guys have your orders, right?”
Motonari: “We still have more weapons. We have to get them into the hands of everyone in Japan.”
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Kicho’s subordinate 2: “But...”
Motonari: “What? You want to run away now?”
Motonari: “Everything is arranged. We’ll start moving at dawn.”
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Townsman 1: “Hey, where’s my child?”
Townsman 2: “Can someone give me a hand? I can’t move my legs anymore.”
Townsman 3: “My store, my everything...”
Townsman 4: “I can’t take it anymore. If we don’t do something, we’ll lose everything.”
Townsman 4: “It ain’t just the town. Our families, our own lives, all of it.”
Townsman 4: “They’re going to destroy everything.”
Townsman 1: “You’re right. It’s their fault for taking my child away from me.”
Townsman 2: “Damn it, damn it! Whoever took my leg should suffer the same amount of pain and suffering!”
Townsman 3: “This store was all I had. It’s the proof of my hard work.”
Townsman 3: “If they took my very life, they would have to pay for it with their lives.”
Townsman 4: “I won’t let them get away with this! Now is the time to stand up!”
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Townspeople: “Who is the evil deserving of judgment?”
Townspeople: “Who's at fault for all this suffering?”
The curtain of the stage, which had almost come down in the grand finale, slowly rises again.
I had completely forgotten that once something started moving, no trivial things could stop it anymore.
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❤ Romantic Route╏🦋 Dramatic Route
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betweenthings2 · 6 months ago
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“you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.”
I think it might kill me but I need it to 😭
Thank you for the ask!! The prompt list is here if anyone else wants to see it =)
Touch-starved prompts- "You fell asleep in my arms. It was kind of adorable."
Matty's insomnia has been getting bad again lately. He has better tools for dealing with it these days, but that doesn't mean he doesn't find it frustrating. He tries a handful of over-the-counter supplements and spends a lot of time laying in bed and staring at the ceiling and when that doesn't work for more than an hour or two at a time, he starts watching films. Sometimes a film lulls him to sleep for a bit, but more than anything he's reached the point that he's just about run out of good things to watch on the streaming services they subscribe to and racked up rental fees on Amazon. Sometimes George tries to stay up too, but Matty usually tells him to go to sleep at a certain point.
Tonight, though, George refuses to listen when Matty insists he go to bed. Instead, he urges Matty pull up his streaming service of choice on the small TV in their bedroom and pulls Matty into his lap while another film plays, casting light through the room.  And Matty tries so hard to fall asleep. He does his best to get comfy, lets George tug the blankets up over their legs, lets George play with his hair. When the film ends and Matty still hasn't fallen asleep, he tries to convince George to go to bed. He refuses, lets Matty chose another film, and continues playing with Matty's hair, gentle and soothing.
Matty won't lie--being unable to sleep isn't quite as bad with George here and the film is more interesting with George here and it's so nice to have George playing with his hair. It's nice and Matty is exhausted and suddenly so very sleepy. He shifts, burrowing a little deeper into George's arms and lets his eyes fall closed. He doesn't really expect to sleep, and if by some chance he does, he doesn't expect to sleep for very long or well, but still, he might as well try.
And then Matty blinks his eyes open their bedroom bathed in mid-morning light. He almost doesn't believe that he's slept for as long as he has or that he feels as well rested as he does. Maybe he's finally beginning to lose his grip on things. Maybe he's gone so long without proper sleep he's beginning to hallucinate. He's still mostly in George's lap though, and George's fingers are still carding through his hair and Matty is pretty sure that his own brain doesn't like him enough to hallucinate something so pleasant.
"George?" Matty murmurs, quiet so as to not disturb the peace.
"G'morning," George answers. "You slept for about nine hours."  
"Really?"
George nods. "Yeah. You fell asleep in my arms. It was kind of adorable."
"I was cozy," Matty responds, half protesting. "And I hadn't really slept."
"I know," George says. "It was adorable. How d'ya feel?"
Matty shifts, answering, "Really good, actually. What kind of magic did you work?"
"Maybe you should've let me stay up with you," George teases.
Matty moves out of George's lap so he can stretch and roll his shoulders and says, "There's no point us both being exhausted all the time." He pauses, then adds, "But I do always appreciate the offer and I appreciate that you staying up last night. It did help."
"I like doing things for you," George reminds. "And if something helps, I'm happy to do it. All you have to do is ask. Or if you don't like asking, then you can just nod when I give you the suggestion you like."
Matty huffs a little laugh, then admits, "I know. I just feel bad asking you to be uncomfortable."
George leans over to press a kiss to Matty's temple and says, "I want you to. I always want you to."
"I know," Matty repeats. "It's just-"
"Don't agonize about it," George interrupts. "Just know, ok?"
Matty nods. "I know. I do."
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crusty-chronicles · 2 years ago
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The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)
Chapter 2: Toughen Up Kids!
Synopsis: In return for letting you sleep, Bisky requests you help with Gon and Killua's training. Much to your own dismay, you begin to soften up a little.
Fun Fact #2: Y/n's nen ability stems from their fast reflexes and silent steps. Can you guess what it is?
"Ahh!!! I think we killed them!" Gon panicked as your body collapsed backwards.
"They're not dead, they're just sleeping you dummy," Killua scolded.
"Are you sure?"
"They're still breathing, look."
Sure enough, there was a gentle rise and fall of your chest. You'd collapsed flat on your back, limbs starfished out with your mouth closed. It was no wonder Gon thought you looked like a corpse.
"It's best to let them rest for now," Bisky sighed. She'd have to get her answers from you later. Still, it was strange someone that young possessed such a developed nen ability. She looked over your sleeping body. The bags under your eyes were big and looked almost painful. She was surprised they weren't bloodshot. You were asleep, yes, but there wasn't one sound from you. Not even a snore.
Very odd indeed.
"Alright! Back to training you two!"
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The first thing you noticed upon waking up was that your sleep hadn't been interrupted. It was the first time in a long while that you had a dreamless slumber. An even longer time since your body felt properly rested.
The second thing you noticed was the sound of scissors in the distance.
And the last thing you noticed were various spikes of aura. All familiar.
You begrudgingly got up as memories of the previous night replayed. You'd met three kids, well two kids and a very young looking lady. The four of you had run into a bounty hunter.
You looked down from the cliff you'd collapsed on. Sure enough, there was Gon and Killua along with Binolt. They were fighting the scissor wielding psycho, however their aura was anything but scared .
They were determined.
And both of them were stronger.
How had they gained so much strength in just one night?
"You're finally awake." You recognized the voice as Bisky's.
She sat a few feet away from you. There were two stones placed on the ground in front of her. Weird.
"Two days of rest and you still have those bags under your eyes." You gave a small frown.
"Two days? What do you mean I've been asleep for two days?" Sure you'd been up for three, but sleeping for two whole days??? Without nightmares waking up?
But it made sense, didn't it. The two boys could've gotten stronger in two days instead of one night. However, you'd never slept that long. You were never comfortable enough to do so.
"I said two days didn't I? Don't worry, I made sure the boys wouldn't bother you while you rested. They thought you died." Amusement shone through her eyes.
You glanced down once again at the duo. They were almost as fast as Binolt now. They were also taking turns fighting him. It was only a matter of time before they'd completely outclass him. Which begs the question....
"Why are they fighting? Aren't you worried Binolt might hurt them?" It wasn't any of your business. Hell, you shouldn't even be staying to have a chat. You should've said your thanks and left.
But a part of you wanted to see where this went.
And you did live here, after all. They'd just run into you again anyways.
"It's part of their training. Which by the looks of it, is going very well. They've still got about 2 weeks left. The way things are going, they'll surpass his level in six days."
"A bit messed up to make them fight against a serial killer dont'cha think?"
"Please, if they can't handle him, what hope do they have to beat this game." Bisky had a point. A messed up one, but a point nonetheless.
"Since I did you a favor by guarding your body, I think it's only right you return it." You were caught off guard by her words and gave a small glare.
"I would've been fi-"
"And I did beat Binolt for you, soooo...."
She was one of those was she.
So be it, it's not like you were busy at the moment.
"Fine. What did you have in mind?"
"Number 1: I want some answers from you. And Number 2: You're gonna help me with the boys' training. Got it?"
She must think you're some big shot hunter if she wants you to train those kids. Oh how wrong she is.
"Sure, be my guest." Bisky smiled sweetly at your answer.
"Good, very good. So first off, just who was your nen teacher?"
You visibly tensed.
"My, uh, my teacher?"
"Yes, the one who opened up your aura nodes. They must be someone strong to have taught you a very refined ability. So who are they?"
You looked like a deer in headlights, eyes looking everywhere except Bisky. Then all the tension drained from you at once.
"Didn't have one of those, sorry."
"What do you mean you didn't have one!?!? Then who taught you how to use nen!?!?" Bisky yelled, clearly unsatisfied with your answer.
"No one."
"No one?" She was not buying your bullshit. And you couldn't blame her.
"You just magically woke up with your nen, is that what you're telling me???"
You feebly nodded, the less they knew the better.
"Fine, fine. Next question then. What type of hunter are you?"
You didn't tense this time, but your answer was still unsatisfactory.
"I'm not a hunter."
Bisky almost threw a fit. "What do you mean you're not a hunter!???!! Are you kidding me?????" Her outburst caused the two boys and man to look over.
She glared right back at them.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STARING AT!!! GET BACK TO TRAINING!!!!!"
It would have been comical if her anger wasn't also directed at you.
"It's not such a big deal." You tried to soothe.
"But it is!!! You have incredible nen and with just a smidge of polishing, you could be an incredible hunter!!! Instead you're just wasting your potential and it's driving me mad!!!!"
"Being a hunter isn't for me, and I've decided to stick with that. Sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear, but that's how it is. It's not gonna change anytime soon." You sat in a somewhat defensive position, arms draped over your bent knees with your head leaned down to hide your expression.
"Okay, then there's just one last question I want to ask you. Just one more and I won't question you anymore about your ability and how you got it. Sound fair?"
You nodded reluctantly from your position.
"How old are you? That specific ability you possess, the ability to see aura without gyo, it takes even the strongest nen users decades to learn. And based on your appearance you seem fairly young. So I'll ask again, how old are you?"
That one you could answer comfortably.
"19 ish, maybe 20."
"YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN AGE!!?????"
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Six days. You'd been watching the boys train for about six days now. Their power had skyrocketed in such a short amount of time as had their speed.
It'd also been six days since you decided to stay. Company was foreign to you. It's not often you would hold conversations, usually opting for one worded responses if you really had to talk. Maybe a few sentences if you were feeling spicy.
You'd never spoken this much. (Well you hadn't for a decade) And it was putting a strain on your throat. But despite the scratchy feeling, you couldn't seem to care.
Not as you responded to Bisky when she would make small talk, and not as you barked out corrections to the boys.
As far as you were concerned, the pain wasn't there.
There were a few things you noticed as the boys fought.
Gon was most likely an enhancer, choosing to bottle up energy in his fist and releasing it when he punched.
Smart, but not as efficient as he thought it was. It took too long for him to charge up, and you'd told him as much. Did he listen?
"I'll work on it!" He shouted as he dodged one of Binolt's scissors.
Another thing you noticed: Killua seemed to be an emitter. There were moments, very brief moments, when electricity would flow from his finger tips. But he would decide against it last second. When you suggested he try his ability out, what did he say?
"I don't need to, I can beat him just fine without it!"
Boys. Stubborn until they were proven wrong.
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By sundown, Binolt had quit. He'd had enough of the relentless attacks and knew he was no longer a challenge for the boys. He left, with the promise of turning himself in and changing for the better.
The boys were happy to be finished with that part of their training, Bisky however, had other plans.
"You're up Y/n."
You snapped your head up.
"I’m up? What do you mean by that?"
"It's your turn to train them. Think of something will ya," Bisky patted your shoulder and jumped down towards the 'training' area. She turned back to look at you.
"C'mon, they don't bite."
You let out a groan before jumping down. Goddamnit, it had to be you. To be fair, you did agree to this.
"Since you two have finished Lesson One early, Y/n's gonna take over for the remainder of the two weeks." Bisky addressed the duo.
"Sounds good to me, I hope they'll put up a good fight," Killua said. You looked over to the other boy. He was practically glowing with excitement.
"I'm ready whenever you are!"
The circles under your eyes seemed to have darkened.
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." There was no way in hell you were gonna fight two children for a whole week.
"HUH!???" All three of them exclaimed in unison.
"We agreed you'd help train them! You can't just back out!" You covered your ears to protect them from Bisky's scolding.
"Yeah, yeah. I said I would, but I'll do it my way, okay?"
The older woman pouted. She probably wanted to see what else you could do with your nen. Surprise! Fighting wasn't one of them.
"Okay, you two," you pointed at both the boys. "You each get three tries to hit me. If you can't land a single blow, you owe me 100 pushups, got it?" Bisky thumped you on the back of your head.
"You're being too easy on them. It should be 1,000 pushups for each shot they miss."
"Fine a thousand for each shot, I don't really care," you muttered.
Gon raised his hand. You almost laughed at the action, unprepared for how serious he was taking this. So you really were a teacher now, huh?
"Yes, Gon?"
"Should we attack you together or one on one?"
This time you smirked.
"Do what you think is best." If they attacked together, things would go by a lot faster. If they attacked separately, they'd have a stronger chance to develop their techniques.
They eventually decided to fight separately.
"I'll go first," Killua said as he approached you. "This won't take long."
You could see the small assassin's aura change from calm to confident. His nen spiked as he took a fighting stance. Your aura remained the same, body appearing unguarded. Your stance was relaxed, hands in your pockets.
"Begin."
Killua walked slowly around you, producing an after image. The technique would have worked on an ordinary nen user, but your eyes were were far too sharp to fall for that. You could clearly see which version of him was real, his dark aura giving him away.
Why was it so dark? A family of assassins, was it? Just what did they do to this kid?
He lunged forward suddenly, fist clenched and ready to hit you. His movement occuring in only a few seconds, damn he was fast.
"Gotcha!" Killua exclaimed. But that victorious grin was wiped off his face. You were gone. You were right there, he could have sworn he hit you. But there was nothing in front of him. Not even a trace of nen.
Yes he was fast, but not nearly enough to even graze you. You'd taken two steps to the side, white hair whizzing past you. He turned sharply, catching you from his peripheral once his attack missed.
Blue eyes widened with shock staring into your relaxed ones.
"One. Two attempts left."
"How did-??!!! What even-???!!! You didn't even use nen!!!"
Killua's shock was shared by the other two. Gon couldn't believe you'd been fast enough to dodge Killua while Bisky was surprised you hadn't used an ounce of nen. Your move had been sheer will of the body.
"If I used my nen to dodge, you wouldn't be able to see my movements. I'm trying to teach, remember? Plus it's no fun if I go all out."
"And what exactly are you trying to teach?!?!" The white haired boy snapped. His aura switched to embarrassed. Apparently Killua didn't like to be showed up. Or maybe it was because he was regretting his earlier choice of words.
"I'm trying to teach you that even though you beat Binolt, there's always gonna be another hurdle to climb. There's always gonna be someone stronger. So you shouldn't get all cocky when you face a new opponent. That and appearances can be deceiving. Because I look like I can barely stand, you thought I'd be an easy win. Am I right?"
Wow look at you. You're actually giving decent advice. Kari would be proud.
"Tch, whatever," Killua grumbled. "Let's just keep going." He met your gaze again, determination once again shining through.
"This time I won't miss."
"I'm counting on it."
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Killua did in fact miss that shot and the next.
He tried to fake you out on his second attempt. He rushed at you from behind, then skirted to your front, leg outstretched for a sweep. But you'd jumped back last second, landing on your hands with your legs up in the air, narrowly avoiding Killua's.
His final attempt was the closest to connecting. He'd actually used his emitter ability. He went in for another punch, pulling his arm back, then sparks emerged from his finger tips. You dodged to the left, not realizing you'd moved right where he wanted you. The electricity vanished and you felt his presence behind you. He was centimeters away from landing a solid punch against your back.
But you were petty, and you didn't want Bisky nagging you, so you made a choice. Nen flowed from your body at last. You pushed it towards your legs in a second.
One second, one millimeter, one move to your right and Killua had missed.
"AHHH COME ON!!! YOU WERE RIGHT THERE!!!!!"
You let yourself laugh at the boy's outburst. Ah to crush a child's dreams, there's nothing quite like it.
"You cheated!"
You put your hands up defensively.
"Me??? Cheat??? I would never."
"Yes you did, you used nen!"
"I never said I wouldn't. Whatever gave you that impression?" Your eyes twinkled with mischief.
"You know what, you suck!" Killua stuck his tongue out at you. You gasped in feign hurt.
"My feelings, oh how you wound me!"
Another first in a long while, you were laughing. You were messing around and actually having fun.
"Okay, okay, enough teasing. Gon, you're up."
The boy in green shot up excitedly. His eyes also determined. The aura around him was much lighter than Killua's. It was erratic and jittery with a dash of innocence. Everything a child's aura should have been. And yet there was a hint of something darker underneath.
"Begin."
Immediately, the young boy poured all his nen into his fist. He dashed from side to side, trying to figure out where you would move to dodge. Whereas Killua had been cautious with his movements, Gon seemed to work on impulse.
He jumped up and released the nen from his hand. He didn't need to be up close to strike you, and he knew that. He also knew it would be harder for you to dodge if two attacks came for you at once.
Dodging the first attack was easy. You jumped to your left, but before you could properly stabilize your footing his second attack came. He was at your side, another punch charged up.
Goddamnit, looks like you'd have to use your nen again.
You pushed your nen towards your legs once again and surged forward. Three quick steps, and you had barely managed to miss Gon's fist. His nen grazed your back as you moved forward.
One Attempt Left.
"Damn, I thought I had you!" Gon was gripping the side of his head, whether it was out of frustration or confusion, you'd never know.
"See, it's not that easy after all!" Killua shouted from his place next to Bisky. Gon was pouting as he turned to his friend.
"I know, but I was sooo close!"
"Almost doesn't count, kiddo," you chided. The boy turned to face you, an even bigger pout on his face.
"Hmmm." His eyes squinted in thought.
He was such a boy, you thought with a soft grin.
"Don't think too hard or you'll hurt yourself."
All of a sudden, Gon perked up.
"Got it!" And then he vanished. Your amusement was replaced by seriousness. Your eyes moving to locate him. And just when you were able to pinpoint his position, about five big ass boulders were launched your way.
He was using projectiles??? The thought hadn't crossed your mind that he could.
It would have been a fantastic plan, it really would have. But unfortunately for Gon, you already had his location pinned down. It didn't matter what he threw or how much dust was kicked up, your eyes could see his aura just fine.
You could see it dash side to side, trying to find an opening. He jumped above the dust, unaware that you knew of his plan. He was trying to charge his attack discreetly.
Then you saw the spark of nen trail down: he landed , and he was likely getting ready to charge you.
"NOW!" He ran towards you, chosing to attack from the front. He punched with everything he had (overkill much????). The dust cleared immediately with the release of his nen.
He felt his fist connect.
He had done it!!!!!!
Then his wide grin disappeared as quickly as it came.
What he actually hit was one of the boulders he threw. Damn! But where did you go???? He felt a tap on his back and screamed.
"AHHH!"
"Calm down." You stood behind Gon. He looked up at you shocked.
"You dodged that?!?!? But how!?!? There's no way-" You cut the boy off with a point towards your eyes.
"I can see, remember?"
"Aww man, I forgot about that."
You gave a crooked smile, about to comfort him, when Bisky spoke up.
"Alright boys! That makes 3000 pushups each!"
The duo let out a groan of disapproval.
"Goddamnit!"
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As a treat for doing so well, Bisky decided to take the boys to Masadora. (You being forced to go along as a guide)
She asked you to lead them to a card shop. You had chosen the same one from your previous visit. The NPC there greeted you.
"Welcome back!" You gave a feeble wave. Man what was happening to you, you were never this friendly.
The boys went off to look at the cards, while Bisky was looking for tools to help them train. It was a brief visit, much to Gon and Killua's dismay.
Bisky had bought two shovels and a wheelbarrow. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was planning.
She was gonna make those boys work.
"Let's head back to Masadora now!" Bisky ordered. "But this time, we go in a straight line." Oh she was evil indeed.
"You don't mean," Killua said after putting two and two together. Bisky's smile was catty as she responded.
"I do! It's time to start digging!!!" Evil, absolutely evil.
You loved it.
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They worked all day, picking away at solid rock until they had a tunnel. And even when they collapsed from exhaustion, Bisky wouldn't let them rest.
She made a makeshift pully out of rope. Having the boys hold onto the end while a rock was suspended over them. If they let go, the rock would fall on them.
"Keep part of your brain on hight alert, even when you're sleeping!" She was diabolical.
Killua seemed to have no trouble, which was concerning.
And Gon was struggling, which was concerning.
Both for different reasons, but concerning nonetheless.
You sat across from them watching as both nodded off. Killua's grip on the rope was unwavering. Good for him, but also bad. Why did he seem almost used to this? It was upsetting.
Gon's grip however, was loosening. He was fighting to stay awake. Eyes struggling to stay open, he relaxed his grip causing the rock to fall.
"OWW!" He jumped up and grasped the back of his head.
"Oh and one more thing, if the rock drops, you have to put it back up again. I'll also be increasing the size as we go on," Bisky added.
So there went Gon, trying to stay awake so he wouldn't get hit. You made sure Bisky was asleep before kicking a pebble in his direction.
He snapped awake, readjusting his hold on the rope, and shot you a questioning look. You put a finger to your lips, signaling him to be quiet.
Why were you helping him??? You should let him learn the hard way. But there was a part of you that felt bad. You knew what it was like to fight off sleep, and this was a kid who clearly needed it.
What was happening to you
You gestured to the rope and then his hand. You pointed to your own and let nen flow through it. Gon seemed to understand and did the same.
Then you pointed to your head and repeated the action. Gon let nen surround his head. One last time, you gestured to the rope and made an opening gesture.
You wanted him to let go while his head was guarded. He was weary, but followed through.
The rock didn't hurt this time. In fact, there wasn't any pain at all. He beamed at the realization.
As long as he protected his head, he'd be able to sleep. You gave a thumbs up as a 'you're welcome.'
What you didn't realize was that you'd inadvertently thought him Ko, and because he was Gon, he'd taught Killua.
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Bisky, was teaching the boys several new nen techniques. Some of which you knew well, and some you'd never heard of. Safe to say, you were all learning something.
It'd been around three months since you decided to stay. And in that time you'd grown use to using your voice. You'd become use to Gon and Killua's friendly bickering. And you'd grown use to being comfortable.
You, Bisky, and Killua gathered around Gon as he tried to perfect his technique. He had based it on rock-paper-scissors because why not.
"Show me rock! Jan-Ken-Rock!!!" The boulder disintegrated at his punch. Impressive, had he tried to hit you with that earlier, you might've been seriously hurt.
"Okay, next up! Show me rock! Jan-Ken-Paper!" And nothing happened this time. 
"Bisky, how do I make my nen fly?"
You practically doubled over in laughter, god that was adorable.
"Train more," was the little woman's response. Gon pouted.
"Y/n how do I make my nen fly?" You had to grab onto Killua for support, wheezing at the other boy's naivety.
"You can't just ask Y/n when you're stuck, that's cheating!" Killua scolded. You finally put yourself back together, wiping away stray tears.
"Okay, okay, give me a sec. Whew! Okay, so you wanna shoot your nen out right. You've got to make sure when you release it, it's not just you letting go because then you're just dispersing it instead of shooting. Make sense? You have to fire, not let go. You'll get the hang of it, eventually."
"But how do I do that?"
"Through hope and prayer." Bisky thumped you on the back of your head.
"You're just as bad as the children."
Killua cleared his throat to gain everybody's attention. Aww, he wanted to show you all something.
Sparks emitted from his finger tips, then through the rest of each hand. So this was what he was hiding. Very impressive, and had you been hit with that attack, you probably would’ve been temporarily paralyzed.
"This is all I've got right now, but if I charge it up it's pretty strong." He looked very pleased with himself.
"That's awesome Killua!!! You're like an electric eel!!!"
"Awful analogy," the other boy grumbled.
You erupted in another fit of laughter. An eel. You'd have to use that at some point.
"See?!? Now you've set them off again!!!!"
"But eels are cool!!!"
The death of you, these boys were going to be the death of you.
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For what seemed like the fifth time, the four of you went to Masadora to find out how to leave the game. It was in order to send Killua on his way to take the hunter exam.
"Are you sure you don't wanna come, Y/n? The hunter exam isn't hard, you'd be able to pass easy." Killua offered.
"Yeah, and then all four of us can be Hunters!" Gon cheered.
You let out a small sigh.
"I appreciate the offer, but it's like I told Bisky. Being a hunter isn't for me. You have fun though." Have fun??? What were you 50?????
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You, Gon, and Bisky continued on with the training. It was going well.
But then you'd felt something.
A presence was heading fast towards the three of you.
"What's wrong?" Bisky questioned. You pointed forward as another familiar face landed. You stood in front of Gon, arms crossed.
What, did Genthru get tired of recruiting people by himself?
"Abengane, was it? Your business here?" Your tone was once again icy. He stared at you wearily, then examined the rest of your small group.
His aura was riddled with fear. Strange.
"You decided to pair up with these guys, that's good. And I can see one of them is missing."
There was an ominous aura over his shoulder. It looked like a timer, and it reeked of bloodlust.
"What's that thing on your shoulder?"
"What happened to you?" You and Bisky spoke at the same time.
"The bomber got us. Just hear me out, I've got something to say."
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Abengane went on to explain that Genthru was indeed the bomber and had devised a plan to kill the other players if they didn't hand over the cards he needed.
That explained why he was always so hellbent on touching you. That creepy bastard.
Killing innocents over cards. Fucking cards!!!!
Abengane went on to say he didn't trust Genthru would keep up his end of the bargain. That you were the only people he could trust. (Bullshit) and he wanted all three of you to spread the word before leaving to warn others himself. (Double Bullshit, his aura showed deceit)
But what else could you do besides head his word.
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50.
70.
100.
130!
130 auras vanished, and the most disgusting nen you've ever felt flooded your senses.
Dead.
All those people were dead.
And you were the only one who knew, who felt it.
Bisky and Gon where none the wiser.
"Do you think we should stop by their hideout?" Gon spoke up.
One dead body in front of you was enough to make you want to hide away. But imagining hundreds, imagining the stench that would surely pollute the air.
"Y/n?" Bisky put her hand on your shoulder. You shrugged it off. You didn't want to be touched right now.
"They're all dead. It's too late."
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Fun Fact #3: Y/n has hemophobia (Fear of Blood)
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another-whump-sideblog · 10 months ago
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Hiya, how are you doing today?
1. "it's just a fucking [object of phobia/irrational fear], stop being so childish."l
2. caretaker has their own issues so whumpee's sometimes get swept under the rug
For the bad caretaker prompts, please and thank you!
Hi! My day’s been decent enough. I didn’t actually reblog the bad caretaker prompt list (you probably meant to send this to someone else lol), but I’ll do this anyway cause it’s fun and I always want prompts!
Caretaker has not slept in three days.
This, unfortunately, is not the first time, and it won't be the last. But it is the first time they've gotten this sleep-deprived since letting Whumpee move in.
Normally when things get this bad, Caretaker handles it on their own. They like handling it on their own, someone else helping just means needing to worry about making sure they feel like they're helpful on top of everything else. And they would be able to handle it on their own, if Whumpee could leave them alone for two goddamn seconds-
They had been getting a handle on managing full-time work and full-time school and their health and keeping their apartment clean and maintaining social connections and- that's it right? Yeah. They were getting a handle on it, they had a schedule that worked, they were fine, and then their sibling called them crying and begging for a place to stay after years of radio silence (they ghosted Caretaker, their own sibling, with no explanation whatsoever, who does that?) and how could they say no without feeling like a monster? They couldn't. So their schedule is all messed up, and sleep is always first on the chopping block when they need more time.
Something happened to Whumpee. Caretaker knows that. When they first picked up Whumpee they had to take them to the hospital instead of home like they planned because they were badly injured (which they should've mentioned in the phonecall). They have scars they didn't have before and they wake up screaming almost every night. And more than that, Caretaker sees how much quieter they are, how they sit statue still instead of fidgeting like they used to. Caretaker knows something happened, but it's really hard to care when they're freaking out over something like-
"It's just a fucking frying pan, stop being so childish! Why can't I even make some eggs without you freaking out?? Why does everything have to be about you!? I'm not going to hurt you! I've never hurt you! Stop treating me like I'm going to snap at any moment!"
Whumpee's pleading stops. They are so still and so quiet. Their eyes don't leave the frying pan.
Caretaker drops the frying pan and lets it clatter to the ground, making Whumpee flinch. "There are bigger problems in the world than fucking frying pans! I have a life, Whumpee! Fucking- stop it, I haven't done anything wrong!"
Whumpee's eyes are still on the fucking frying pan.
"Unbelievable. I've done so much for you, you don't get to treat me like some sort of monster!"
Whumpee stays still and silent and focused on the frying pan.
"Whatever. Come find me when you're ready to talk like an adult." Caretaker storms off to their room.
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They wake up hours later. Fuck! They don't even remember going to sleep, and they're so behind on schoolwork-
But that'll have to wait. They groan into their pillow. Why did they say those things??
Whumpee isn't in the kitchen where Caretaker left them. Luckily, Caretaker knows their favorite hiding spots by now, and finds them huddled up in the coat closet.
Whumpee flinches when they open the door, then squeezes their eyes shut.
"Hey." Caretaker sits down next to them. "I'm not mad. I'm... sorry I flipped out earlier. Are you okay?"
Whumpee seems to think about their answer for a long time, then shrugs.
"It wasn't okay for me to say any of that stuff. I didn't mean it, I'm just- I just took a nap and that's the first time I've slept in three days, and I have so much stress right now- but that's not an excuse. Just- it wasn't really because of you. It was because of those things. And me not... handling them properly. So I'm really sorry."
Whumpee doesn't say anything.
"I just... I can't do this, Whumpee. I can't. I can't handle my job and school and myself and the apartment and you. I want to help. I love you so much, Whumpee, but I can't do this. I can't give up my sleep to comfort you after nightmares, I can't- I'm not kicking you out. I just... I need you to find someone else to go to. When I can't be there."
Whumpee nods. "...okay." Their voice is still too quiet, nothing like how they used to sound. "I understand. I'm sorry."
"No, no, you don't have anything to apologize for. It's... fine for you to freak out over small things. You can do that. I was- I got defensive- I felt like you were blaming me. But you weren't, I don't think, you were just... feeling scared. So you can feel scared or feel anything and I'll make sure to remember you can be scared or sad or anything and it doesn't mean you're blaming me just by feeling it. I just... can't always comfort you when that happens. When you freak out over small things. I need you to be able to comfort yourself or have someone to call."
"I wasn't blaming you." Whumpee confirms. "It honestly... has nothing to do with you, usually."
Caretaker laughs. "Right. Nothing to do with me."
"It'll be easier when I'm healed more. I can't do work or school for you, but I can help keep the apartment tidy."
"...yeah. That would be nice." Caretaker really doesn't want Whumpee to help them clean- Whumpee always does it wrong- but now doesn't seem like a good time for that discussion.
The two of them are quiet for a while, but neither of them get up to leave. They just sit with each other, hidden away in a coat closet. It doesn't take long for Caretaker to fall back asleep, and for Whumpee to drape some coats over them in a makeshift blanket.
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mattatouilletkachuk · 8 months ago
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Sunny’s Off-season Writing Prompts
Rules: you can request something that isn’t on this list, however, I am less likely to write it.
The players that I write for can be found here. If there is a player you want me to write that isn’t on the list just message me and maybe they’ll be added.
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1. B wrapping their arms around A’s waist and pulling them close, whispering in A's ear: "Stay close to me."
2. “Is now a bad time to mention that I’m claustrophobic?”
3. “We never speak of this again, do you hear me?”
4. “I don’t want anyone else looking at you.”
5. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
6. “I promise you that I will always be there for you.”
7. “You’ve been laying on my arm all day and I can’t feel it.”
8. “You snore. Loudly.”
9. “I don’t understand how I slept so good last night.”
10. “I never would have guessed that you were a cuddler.”
11. “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more - shut up.”
12. “I love the idea of growing old with you.”
13. “You do know you’re stuck with me, don’t you?” “Thank God, I am.”
14. “I will die with you. I won’t ever leave your side.”
15. “Does all this mean nothing to you?”
16. “You make me feel so alone.”
17. “I’m not giving up on us, ever.”
18. “Whatever we are, I like it.”
19. Having sex once when you’re not arguing instead kinda tipsy but not drunk, and it’s all giggles and laughter and sweet nothings and the next morning being like “oh fuck i actually like them”
20. “we should probably stop this” “yeah” … “we’re not going to though, right?” “oh absolutely not.”
21. One of them bursting into tears in the middle of an argument.
22. “Stop arguing with me in front of the kids!” “For the last time, they’re not our fucking kids.” 
23. “I think…I can love you.”
24. feeling each other instantly relax as they both quickly get comfortable
25. “she says we bicker like an old married couple”
26. “Is that my sweater?”
27. “They’ve been missing for 3 days and you’re not worried?”
28. “Honey, I’m home!”
29. “Can I sleep with you?”
30. “You’re definitely your mother/father’s child.”
31. Going to order their usual order, but the other one puts their hand up and says, “Usual, right? I got it.”
32. Too hot to cuddle
33. Characters A and B cuddle in a hammock.
34. "I am staying hydrated. All of my drinks are iced." "That does not count."
35. "There is no shame in using a pool floatie." "Yes, there is. I'm shaming you."
36. Gets caught skinny dipping
37. Character A can't get out of the water after seeing B.
38. A just got out of a bad breakup and is determined to have a meaningless summer fling; until they end up falling head over heels for B.
39. Reaction to the first sundress of the season
40. Getting flustered when they are asked to apply sun screen to the other person
41. (A)'s dog went missing on the beach, and is found by (B).'
42. "I should've worn sunscreen."
43. "When will this summer finally end?"
44. Wondering if bringing flowers to the date is too much. 
45. Putting a flower in the other’s hair. 
46. Only realizing how meaningful the flowers gifted to them are when the other explains why they picked those specific ones.
47. “a picnic?! have you swallowed a romance novel?”
48. Finding a bees nest and having the other person deal with it.
49. Picnic gone wrong
50. “Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.” 
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nebula-drcams · 2 months ago
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@plasticsouled asked: " i stayed. " // Todd for Nimue hehehehe
the receiver has told the sender that they haven't slept for several days due to intense nightmares, and asks them to stay the night so that they might be able to sleep. send in " i stayed. " for the receiver to waken the next morning and find the sender to still be sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept. || Currently Accepting
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   She knew it was bound to happen the moment Todd had caught her awake at a rather unreasonable time, though she'd like to ask what he was doing up at that hour too but it didn't much occur to her since it had been a few days since she slept. Exhaustion was most likely far too evident, and she couldn't just claim she was tired from trying to get things fixed up for them.
   Not with how tired she was considering she had bumped into him in the process of it all, not even realizing he was there despite there being enough light to show otherwise. That being said, despite claiming she was fine and that she would go to sleep after this, it was clearly a lie, and she should've known word would spread around the Brotherhood house pretty quickly. She can't even fault Todd for telling the others either. 
   The next few days felt .. odd to her, odd in a way that she couldn't quite process why they were trying to help her with methods to sleep. Granted, she appreciated it, but it just seemed so foreign to her. It didn't help that every method they tried to suggest, she had already done on her own, and sooner or later she had to share what was going on. 
   The previous night she had managed to get Todd's attention, nervousin general to even explain why she struggled to sleep, she's pretty sure it'd all just get brushed off. It's always Todd she seems to go to, to confide in first, but can she be blamed for that? He's the first one to create some sort of bond with her. 
   Most would probably find it strange, the nightmare of hers. One where the world gradually crumbles and the people vanish around her, leaving her alone, and it's gotten worse since she's learned she's a mutant. A voice often echos, telling her that only she will be to blame for this outcome. It's a bit .. surreal for her, and she's always dreaded being alone which makes it even worse. 
   Despite his offer to stay beside her, she doubts that he'll stay the whole night. She wouldn't be mad if he left once she fell asleep either. Even with him there, she didn't really want to sleep, what if she ends up having it again and .. Well, not much of a what if if she knows the outcome. Hesitating for a moment, she pulls him into a hug and whispers a thanks before letting him go.
   Not much of a choice at this point, other than to fall asleep expecting a nightmare that seemed to never come. 
   When was the last peaceful sleep she got? Usually, her body just shuts down and she's stuck in that nightmare for what seems like forever, but instead there's nothing, not that she's complaining of course. It's just .. odd. 
   Still half awake, she slowly turns her head in the direction where Todd was last night, only to abruptly sit up out of surprise. She's about to ask if he stayed the whole night when he confirms it himself, well, sort of. There's a slow process as she tries to piece things together, was .. someone just being there the solution to stop the nightmares? She'll figure that out more later.
   Grabbing his wrist, she pulls him forward, even if it knocks her back onto the bed, but she doesn't exactly care considering she's latched onto him in a hug. Grateful for him just being there, even though he didn't have to. This only tells her that she made the right choice in trusting him, though there's a small hint of something else starting to grow as well but she hasn't quite pieced that one together yet.
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" Thank you, Todd. I owe you one .. "
   Says the girl who keeps doing anything and everything she can for him and the rest of the Brotherhood .. 
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