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thebaddesbit · 2 months ago

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You’re my grotesquerie

Chapter 1 - Reminiscing

(Dr Charlie x Lois) 2,072 words

Peeking into one of the rooms, the woman in the bed slept peacefully. Charlie approached her, caressing her face. "Hey Lois, I see your flowers are a little dehydrated" he spoke as if she could hear him.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room was the beeping noise of the heart monitor, a good sign that Lois was still with them.

cracking open the water bottle, he poured half of it into the vase. "I have got to get you some new ones. I know how much you hate peonies. It's sad how much your own husband doesn't know about you"

There were countless amount of times Lois had stumbled into the hospital, drunk and in the worst conditions. She told him that she worked the best drunk, he rolled his eyes upon hearing that. Charlie made sure that he treated every cut, bruise, and gouge on her body as delicately as he could manage.

He also always made sure to give her a little lolipop for her cooperation once they were done, knowing how much she disliked being treated like a child by her doctors. Charlie loved seeing her roll her eyes once he pulled a sucker out of the little jar that he kept on his desk for the little kids, it puts a smile on his face.

"You know you don't have too, im not a child" She still took the candy with a 'thank you', giving him a side hug. He inhaled her sweet scent. A cold, empty feeling, consumed him as she walked out of his office.

(Lois smells like into the night from b&bw btw)

During those times Lois was seeing him, they developed a small bond of some sort, with her telling him a lot of stuff about her self and her personal life.

For one he knows that Lois's favorite flowers were carnations, she hated peonies because they brought back bad memories. He looked at those sad, withering peonies sitting in its vase. He should toss those in the trash, it's not like she would really want them anyway.

She told him about how she truly felt about her husband. she couldn't really stand him all that much after her daughter, Merritt was born.

"His true colors showed after that, he met this chick at one of his lectures ~ name was Redd, Did I tell you he was a professor?" Charlie shook his head no. "He taught Psychology, philosophy, something like that."

"Well shit, the only thing he ever taught me was to never let my guard down too easily. All he had to do was take me out once or twice after we met and that was it, I was in 'love'." Lois made air quotes using her fingers.

"We spent 20 years together, had a beautiful baby girl, and bought a house. Now the only thing that goes on inside that house is arguing and keeping secrets in places where love and comfort used to be".

Charlie grabbed a cloth and some rubbing alcohol, pouring some on the cloth. "now this might hurt, but I need to disinfect it" he warned her before pressing it on the bad cut Lois had on her side, she hissed at the burning sensation. "Can you tell me how you got this?" He asked, applying pressure to it.

"The perp got me while I was investigating a scene, the motherfucker came out of nowhere ~ Shit!" Lois's voice was strained, She gripped his free hand, he rubbed circles on her palm with his thumb to calm her down, Like he did with other patients might he add!

"And you wanna know the worst part about it!?"

"Yea amuse me"

"my coworker, Megan, you met her Im pretty sure, the girl with the straight honey blonde hair? Anyways, she saw him cut me and just stood there, in shock. How are you supposed to call yourself a detective when you can't even properly react in a situation like that. That's something you're supposed to be prepared for before you even get the job!" She started panicking, the pain went from a 0 to an 100 real fast,

"Oh my gosh! I gotta sit down Charlie, I feel like I'm gonna pass out" He stopped what he was doing and helped her onto the-

( mat bed thingy? Idk what those things are called yall get it tho😭😭)

"There you go Lois, you're doing great" she gave him a really? Look

"You make me feel like a child, you know that?" She replied, holding the cloth on her side while Charlie went over to his desk.

"Wouldn't have it any other way" Charlie opened a pack of clean needles, and grabbed some thread from out one of the drawers "Gonna stitch you up real quick. Now this part is really gonna hurt, but im certain you can handle it"

Lois chuckled "I barely handled the last part"

"you did way better than anyone else that came in here to get stitches, I remember getting bit really bad the last time"

"Really now?"

"Yea I contemplated handing in my badge and walking out right then and there" he put the thread in the needle

"I know that child got their ass whooped when they got home, I know I would've"

"Oh no, it was a grown woman. Now I usually like getting bit, but not that hard, I almost had to get stitches myself"

"You like getting biiiitt? Can I bite you?" Lois said flirtatiously.

"Maybe"

"Ok don't move, Im gonna try to do this as quick as possible" he added, getting on his knees so he could access the cut a little better.

He pierced her with the needle which made her jump, he almost fucked up and ripped her skin. "Lois you gotta stay still, umm tell me something else about yourself"

"Like what?"

"I don't know, I usually rely on you to start the conversation, you're very intriguing"

"You mean Im very strange and dramatic" she corrected him.

"Strange in a good way."

"Well thank you. I don't know what to talk about...

She paused to think and take a sip of her drink, he tried to get her to put it down numerous of times, telling her that she couldn't have alcohol in here and reminding her that alcohol was the reason she was in here in the first place. Alcohol made her clumsy and she knew it, but instead of putting the flask down, she took another sip.

"If alcohol's a one way ticket to see you again, so be it" She tilted the flask towards him him when she said that. Charlie rasied his eyebrows in shock, almost "A-are you flirting with me?" He paused mid stitching.

"Nah Im just playing with you. You're a little too young for me, sweetie." He hummed in acknowledgment, a little disappointed.

"Oh did I tell you about my daughter, Merritt?" Her voice strained again, he rubbed those little circles onto her other thigh which got her to settle down a bit.

"Probably"

"So her husband, Ed and I, One night- and I still feel terrible about it to this day, one night we were up drinking, and got a bit carried away. A-and we screwed to say the least.

Oh....

"Did she ever find out?"

"Yea she came home to me, you know.... giving it to him, and thats when I found out they were together. She resents me for that and another thing. Merritt wants to gain weight, right?, there's nothing wrong with that. But 170 something pounds in just 3 months was very concerning, it disgusted me at first, and I told her how I felt."

"Well-

"Now before you get to judging, I didn't know Ed and her were dating until after that night, and I also want to say that what I said about her weight gain is eating me alive to this day, both of those things are, really"

"you know, Im not the one you need to convince, right?"

"I know, I know. Im just asking you not to judge me for that, I've apologized countless times and Im giving her space." She said. He nodded, making the last stitch, softly so it wouldn't cause her as much pain.

Charlie couldn't bring himself to judge Lois for something like that, after all, he wasn't exactly a goody two shoes himself. Yea what Lois did was bad. but frankly he did worse. He was a murderer and in some instances a cannibal, which was much more terrible than something as simple as adultry.

"I could never judge you, Lois" He said, finally closing the cut.

"alright all done" Charlie helped her up, carefully so she didn't pop her stitches. She held onto his shoulder for dear life, her leg was killing her and she was just ready to go to bed. She walked.. well waddled towards the door.

"Oh wait" he stopped her before she could get to the door. Reaching in the candy jar. She rolled her eyes, a smirk formed on her face as she took the green Sucker from his hand, her favorite flavor. "Almost forgot" he smiled.

"Thanks Charlie" she gave him another side hug, him taking in her sweet scent once again, her hugs made him feel warm inside. "You're welcome, see you later Lois". It was always a later, no matter how careful Lois was when at these crime scenes, or really anywhere. She would always end up back in Dr Charlie's office with something wrong with her.. something he needed to fix.

"Alright now, you take care" Lois said before she walked out, grabbing her purse off the counter before she left, the familiar empty feeling returned. and he longed for her, even if she was just a few steps away...

Sad that was the last time he would be able to see her, the last time she spoke to him for a while.

(The patient waiting for Charlie to stop fucking reminiscing:💀)

"Sleep tight Lois" Charlie turned off the lights in the room, waking out to find his patient that he ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT!

he opened the door to room 104, a Young blonde girl laid in the bed, also in a coma. A small red spot could be spotted on the covers, he pulled it back to reveal a large puddle of blood coming from the girls... regions.

Fuckkk just another thing to deal with. He groaned, going to grab some clean bedding, gloves, wipes, and a diaper...

whilst he was searching for those items, he saw the light to Lois's room on. Someone was obviously in there.. part of him wanted to take a quick peek, but he shook that urge off and grabbed the stuff he needed. He'll check on her later.

Charlie was in a rush today so he immediately got to work cleaning the girl up after changing her sheets. He saw what looked like a small tear in her regional area. "Damm, what happened there" He opened her up a little bit more so he could see better, "it's just a small one, should heal in a couple days" Charlie thought as he reached into the drawer next to the bed, feeling around until he found what he needed, a small tube of ointment that should help the healing process.

After slathering that all over the tear, he put a diaper on her, and tossed the bloodied gloves into the nearby trash. Turning the lights out before he left the room.

He needed to go into his office and get some stuff done before his new patient arrived for their appointment.

"What the hell!?" Charlie heard some commotion going on in Lois's room and rushed to her door. Two people were arguing about something he couldn't pick up on.

"NO YOU'RE NOT, STOP!" her daughter, Merritt yelled at her father. Tears starting to bubble at the corner of her eyes.

"Is everything alright in here!?" He interrupted, Lois's husband, Marshall turned to him, a furious look on his face.

"I WANT TO SIGN THE PAPER WORK TO HAVE HER UNPLUGGED!" he pointed to Lois...

WHAT!?.....

#charlie mayhew #nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez #niecy nash #lois tryon #grotesquerie #ao3 fanfic #writters on tumblr #fanfic #hulu #fx

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chirpbudgie · 5 months ago

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hi i wrote more gidget angst. wowie who could have expected that. its almost like im lonely or something

cws: emeto, unreliable narrator/perspective, themes of major character death. also it’s a sickfic

Gidget peeks out from under the table. A small crowd has formed in front of the escape pod as everyone clambers out of the Parable. He stumbles over, barely upright and carried by momentum.

“Where-“ his desperate voice cuts out and he clears his throat. “Where’s Spencer?”

Suddenly the ceiling and the walls and the floor are much more interesting, because everyone turns their gaze away from him as soon as they hear the words. His heart stutters.

“Uncle Stan? Where’s Spencer?”

The man in question makes a horrible face that makes his stomach churn. Sympathy? Discomfort? Regret? All three? Gidget doesn’t see the expression on him often enough to know. It kind of scares him.

“Uncle Stan?” He asks again, softer. Why won’t anyone tell him what happened? Can’t they just get it over with and spit it out? If he’s in trouble, they can go back for him, he just wants to apologize for-

“I’m sorry,” Stan finally murmurs.

What? He does a double-take. Sorry for what? That he’s not here right now? Well, that’s okay, he can wait a little while. Spencer’s gotta come back eventually. It’s not safe in the Parable, so he has to. He can’t possibly be gone gone, right?

Could he?

Is he?

Stan’s expression worsens when the realization finally clicks.

“Gone?” He barely whispers. He barely sees the nod before Stanford sweeps him into a smothering hug that he clings to.

Spencer is gone.

It’s his fault, isn’t it? Gidget was the one who held him back, distracted him from the group. He didn’t even get to apologize. He barely got the chance to say goodbye.

He’s never going to see Spencer again.

“I want my Bubba,” he begs into Stanford’s shirt, feeling wholly undeserving. “Want my Bubba, please, please.”

A few broken sobs spill out, but he’s still in too much shock to properly cry.

Another pair of arms wraps around him. “Want my Bubba!” He feels the strain in his throat from the desperate cry and he cringes a little. Somebody starts shushing him gently and it only makes him cry harder at the reminder. Spencer always did that for him when he cried, a reminder that he was there. But Spencer’s not here anymore.

When he’s pulled away from Stanford, his head is pounding and everything is dark. There’s pressure under and behind his eyes and he can’t breathe through his nose, leaving him to take ragged breaths through his dehydrated mouth.

“Want my Bubba.” The phrase is much more slurred and painful.

[We hear you, sweetheart. You’re hurting yourself.] His hands are pulled along to read the signs. [Spencer’s not here right now.]

It feels like the world comes crashing down on him and he wails loudly. He misses his Bubba so, so much. Where is Bubba? Does Bubba not love Gidget anymore? Did he do something to deserve this?

Something uncomfortably cold is pressed to his ear right as he begins to gag. He fumbles with the bin that appears in his lap.

“Gidget, it’s me. Hi, baby. You’re okay, I’m okay.”

He can’t even force anything out in response besides ragged whining through the loss of his stomach contents. He’s so disoriented and dizzy—was he dreaming earlier? Is this real? Is he still dreaming?

“Shhh, don’t strain yourself. Bubba’s not going anywhere. Stanford and his Narrator are gonna take care of you right now, alright?”

“Want Bubba,” he finally croaks out. He feels like he’s gonna faint, his hands and feet are getting tingly. The bin is taken from him and his face is wiped with a damp cloth. It makes him shiver and sweat at the same time.

“I know, baby, I wanna be with you too. Bubba’s sorry.”

“Lay down, dear,” a Narrator whispers to him. A pillow is pressed to his head and he’s guided onto his back. Where did Stanford go, wasn’t he holding him up?

He shakes the distraction off. “No!” He protests, sounding much quieter than he was hoping. “No sorry! Sorry!” He breaks into a coughing fit that feels just as awful as it sounds. His throat feels torn up like when he scrapes his knees on the concrete.

“Shh, shhh,” the sound makes him shiver. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. What do ya mean, baby?”

Gidget sobs from the pain and the reminder. “Sorry, ‘m sorry, Bubba. Was dumb, my fault.”

“No, baby, no. None of that, no more. Accidents happen and you already said sorry. Don’t think about that right now. Focus on feeling better, alright?”

Gidget can only whimper in response. He’s already run out of tears and exhausted himself.

“Yeah, just relax. Get some rest, baby. I know you don’t feel good.”

He feels the spout of a water bottle nudge at his cheek so he turns his head to accept it. It feels so good, soothing his raw throat and tastes addicting. It gets pulled away several times while he’s still drinking, which he protests and whines about.

Spencer just shushes him over the phone. It makes his eyelids feel extra heavy, and he paws at the blankets for something to hold. A warm hand stops him and tucks a familiar stuffed animal into his arm.

“Fishie,” he mumbles, shaking it lightly to hear the rattle inside. A wobbly smile finally arrives.

“That’s right, you have all your stuffies. They told me they wanted to go with you so you wouldn’t be lonely.”

Gidget feels himself tear up again. “T’ank you,” he bleats. “Miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby. Go to sleep now, I’ll see you soon, alright?”

A damp cloth is tied to his forehead with a headband. He curls up on his side, phone tucked under his ear, and listens to Spencer’s voice and shushing until he can’t stay awake any longer.

#chirping #gidget rawts #repeat and write this story #calling out your name #it’s been too long i don’t remember how to tag things on tumblr anymore

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gerudospiriit · 2 years ago

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[catch me liveblogging the final battle and shit under the cut tho aljdf]

[I wish I were livestreaming this fight rn but this is the best I got alsjkdfkjaf:

oh boo i have to fight dehydrated Gan--nevermind. how you doing, Gan? 😏 have a nice rest? you probably really should have rehydrated sooner to get used to having you know...a not corpse body by lets gooooooooooo.

plan of attack: wail on him and try to figure out his moveset. so far, it's kind of working 🤣

oh fuck he can do the witch time thing too fuck. but it's good you can dodge out of it.

it's really cool that he's a master of all three types of weapons like link. that's neat and terrifying.

you can't flip out of the flurry rush liek me that means im better than you lol

now it's demise's turn i see

now you brought in reinforcements. BUT MINE ARE BACK TOO ASSHOLE HAAAAAA

glad you're enjoying this as much as me man. this fight is pretty legit fun.

wow those were my pals how dare you. and don't taunt/beckon me like that unless you plan on a different kind of battle somewhere more comfortable ok

wow man was not just glooming my hearts but also stealing my hearts wow. that was pretty tough

oh is he gonna eat it. is this what got spoiled. oh shiiiit

gandragoooooonnn

oh is he just gonna look like calamity ganon ish? laaaame

oh i got eated. shit.

is zelda dragon gonna come save me?

ah nabs is hurting again good. great. her feels.

oh there we go. now we got dragon ganondorf

yeah theres zelda dragon gonna boop his nose. or catch me. preesh

imagine if they all just ate their stones. what a battle man

zelda. zelda plz. catch meeeeee. :'D in all seriousness tho this is a neato fight too like daaaaamn. jumping off dragons and shit? fuck yeh.

so does this mean zelda didn't lose herself? called that one. She's always special girl haha

okay but i really feel like ganondorf is just making the same mistake as jafar here, like esp in kingdom hearts since video game comparison. so far, this fight is so much easier, and part of that is because he can't really touch me.

skyward sword prepared me for these midair fights and sky diving.

oh that blood moon is a nice touch wow

where am i going? his head? jump straight in his mouth, got it. (jk i see the glowing weak point lmao)

rip ganondorf again

another head stab nice

catche meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. thnks

this is how you do a final battle fuck. botw was so lackluster in comparison. THIS is memorable holy shit

A NUKE???

is link gonna go the way of goku at the end of gt? fly away on zelda's back?

rauru???? wait my clothes? where tf

oh we returning zelda back? oh rauru and sonia? wow

idk im gonna miss dragon zelda man. but she's baaaack. i knew it would happen but yaaaay

ey links arm is normal. and aw that's sweet. rauru and sonia leave together

gotta catch zelda now oh shiiit

OMG THE REACH TO MIRROR THE BEGINNING I GOT CHILLS AAAAH

im glad you understand cuz i don't. so did rauru and sonia like...keep her from losing herself? the warm loving embrace thing? or was that just want brought her back. the three of them together? their love and all that?

aklsjdf athat was honestly so good. liek im so glad they did amillion times better with totk than botw. *chef's kiss* im still confused af on a lot of things and might makes some more comprehensive posts about shit later, but this was a solid game outside of causing confusion lore 😭😭

#ooc tag tbd #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #i did iiiiit weeeee

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ad1thi · 4 years ago

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frequent (emergency room) flyer | AU-gust Day 6: Hospital AU

AU-gust masterlist

i wrote this a while back, and a couple of people seemed interested in more, so here is another piece in that AU. tagging @m-e-i-c-h-a-n, @severelytinyeagle and @warmachinesocks (who was the original prompter) and im sorry if you asked for a continuation and didn’t get tagged. note: this can be read a stand-alone fic (but reading the original ficlet will help)

I’m begging you, please help me out here and get me something edible, I’m so tired of hospital food (from this prompt list)

After his first visit, Bucky isn't expecting to see Tony again. Despite how garish the burns had looked on his arms, the actual injury itself had thankfully not been that bad - and Tony only needed to come in one more time for a check in, just to make sure everything was healing well. It was a short visit, nothing to write home about and Bucky privately wished that the injuries had been a bit more severe.

Not too severe, because he didn't want Tony hurting himself, but severe enough that it warranted a couple more visits. Of course he kept that particular inclination to himself, because it wasn't normal to want your crush to be hurt and it was unbecoming for a doctor to want an injured patient, but it was there - in the back of his mind.

When Steve pages him a month later and tells him that he's got a repeat customer, and he ducks into A&E to see a familiar mop of hair; he's secretly pleased.

"What are we looking at?" he asks Steve, holding his hand out for the chart. Steve passes it over with a grim face, "His roommate brought him in. He was unconscious. Apparently he's been locked up in his lab for the past week, and when his roommate went to check on it - he was slumped against his desk. We managed to get him conscious again, and it looks like a case of a lack of food and drink."

Instantly, Bucky regrets the way he felt when he first found out that Tony was back in A&E. He nods sharply at Steve, and pulls back the curtain to see a pale Tony on the bed, and a black kid who can't be more than a few years older than Tony standing near the side of the bed.

"Bucky!" he croaks when he looks up, lips stretching out into a wide smile. He pulls at the black kid's sweater, "Rhodey look - it’s Bucky!"

"I can see that Tones," Rhodey says in a wry tone, and holds his hand out for Bucky to shake. "James Rhodes, but this punk likes to call me Rhodey."

"Doctor James Barnes," he says back, "also cursed with a bestfriend who gives out terrible nicknames. You must be James the original."

Tony gives him an indecipherable look, "You remembered."

Bucky can't tell him that he's played the weekend that Tony was in the hospital in his mind on repeat, revisiting the memories like they’re treasure, so instead he clears his throat and asks, "So what brings you to my neck of the woods this time?"

Tony opens his mouth to reply, but Rhodey beats him, "He doesn't know how to eat. Don't even start with me Tones you know it's true. Doctor," he turns to Bucky with pleading eyes, "maybe you can knock some sense into him. Explain to him that human beings need sustenance three times a day and they can't survive on coffee and ramen."

Bucky frowns, "You've only been having ramen and coffee? Tony you need vitamins, you need protein. While it's possible that you just fainted because of hunger, I'm going to keep you around for a couple of days. Run some tests to make sure you haven't given yourself scurvy."

His lips twist into a pout, and Bucky has to tamp down the urge to lean down and kiss it off his face. "This is all your fault," he glares at Rhodey mulishly, "I'm stuck in a hospital instead of at my lab like I should be. All you had to do was splash some water on me and this whole thing could've been avoided."

"I did, you didn't wake up" Rhodey says, obviously not rising to Tony's bait. He oddly reminds Bucky of himself, back when Steve wasn't a hunkering man made of muscles and Bucky had to wrestle his four foot ass in bed because he couldn't go five steps without dissolving into a coughing fit. "Besides, what're you complaining about? Now you've got all this free time to ogle at the doctor you've been talking my ear off about for a month."

Tony's cheeks pink, and Bucky excuses himself before he does something he's going to regret.

(Like find out exactly what Tony's been saying about him to his bestfriend)

Thankfully, Tony doesn't seem to have any serious illnesses apart from a mild case of dehydration and malnutrition; but Bucky keeps him under observation to be sure just in case. He's heard horror stories of students cracking under the pressure at MIT and almost starving themselves to death, and he's got a special interest in making sure that Tony doesn't become one of those horror stories.

Besides, he's fairly certain that Tony can afford the medical bills.

The downside of Tony not being at high risk of death is that Bucky can't justify visiting him often. So he does the next best thing, he assigns Steve to Tony. It's standard hospital procedure to have a nurse dedicated to their VIP patients, and it soothes something inside Bucky to know that Stevie is looking out for him.

What he fails to take into account, is the fact that Steve and Tony are remarkably similar people, and are therefore bound to clash.

"I can't take it anymore!" Steve bursts into his office, interrupting what was promising to be an extremely rewarding fifteen minutes of sleep at his desk, "He's so - UGH!"

Steve tugs at his hair, and Bucky gestures at the couch in his office, wincing when Steve slumps against it face-first.

"Use your big boy words Stevie," he says in what he hopes is a calming tone, "Who's got you so worked out?"

"Your ickle Tony," Steve props his head up and says in a scathing voice, "Is the most infuriating person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. It's like he wants to die. I don't know what you see in him Buck, honest to god, he drives me crazy."

"What did he do?"

"He refuses to eat!" Steve moans, but when he notices the expression on Bucky's face he backtracks a little, "He eats, but like ridiculously small amounts. His tray is never empty, and one time - I even caught him shovelling food under his plate to make it look like he'd eaten it. The kid is going to kill himself if he goes on like this."

Bucky wants to go over there right now, but he's got patients that can't wait. "I'll visit him after my rounds today," he promises, "find out what's going on."

When he enters the suite that they've put Tony in, he's in the middle of a very heated conversation on his phone. His skin is no longer pale, flushed full with colour, but he's still too skinny for Bucky's comfort.

"No Pep I -" he looks over when the door slides open, and his face transforms into a smile, "Bucky! Pep, let me call you right back."

Whoever it is on the other line is clearly not happy about Tony cutting the line on them because he hears the beginning of what sounds like yelling - but Tony ends the call before they can get anywhere. He cocks his head and bats his eyes at Bucky, "What can I do for my favourite doctor?'

"I'm your only doctor Tony," Bucky says with a chuckle, "Nobody else is willing to treat you." It isn't a lie, but it isn't the complete truth either. Bucky is Tony's only doctor, but only because he put dibs on any future Tony related visits. So it wasn't that nobody else was willing to treat Tony, it was more that Bucky wasn't willing to let anyone else treat Tony.

"So, what's this I hear about you not eating food? Keeping you under observation for malnutrition is counter-productive if you're not eating Tony." Tony frowns at that, his face twisting like he's had something sour.

He hears out and clasps Bucky's hands, looking up at him with wide eyes, "You have to help me. You gotta get me out of here. They keep trying to make me eat hospital food," he says 'hospital food' in a hushed tone, like he's worried Stevie is going to jump out with a tray and shove it down his throat.

(Knowing Stevie, it was completely possible)

"Tony," he says gently, "You have to eat. It's for your own good. You're dangerously low on vitamins and protein, and if we don't get that stuff in your system you could be running the risk of serious illness. Then you'll be shackled to a hospital room for the rest of your life, with no choice but to eat hospital food."

Tony contemplates that for a second, brows furrowing in concentration. "Okay, how about a compromise? I'll eat hospital food, two times out of the day, if you smuggle me in a cheeseburger for lunch."

"How about this? You eat hospital food all times of the day, and I'll buy you a cheeseburger when we discharge you?"

"You mean like a date?" Bucky suddenly becomes intimately aware that Tony is still holding his hand, "You asking me out on a date Doc?"

Bucky wants to say no, he knows that he's supposed to say no, but what comes out is, "Not yet."

Tony's face twists at that, before smoothening out in comprehension, "It's because I'm your patient isn't it. There's rules about this stuff, ethics or whatever."

"I could lose my license over it," Bucky admits, "not to mention that you're still in college."

"I'm a master's student," Tony says breezily, "I'm older than I look. I turn 22 this May. So how long?" Bucky makes a quizzical noise at him and he explains, "How long until it's okay for you to date a patient?"

"6 months," Bucky rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, "There's a bit of debate on it, but six months is pretty standard."

Tony nods, "I can do six months. I can wait six months."

"You have to stay out of the hospital for six months," Bucky says weakly, "No malnourishment, no lab accidents, you can't even get a scrape on your elbow, otherwise I could get written up."

"I can do that," Tony says confidently, and Bucky knows that he should talk him out of it, but he smiles toothily at Bucky, and he's gone, "I can wait six months for you. Can you?"

"Six months," Bucky says back, and it feels like a promise.

Fin

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pbandjesse · 3 years ago

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I am so happy to be home. Im exhausted. James is trying to help and rub the bottoms of my feet but Im also just dehydrated and my head hurts and my nose whistles when I breathe in. So Im just sort of miserable and in pain. What else is new. I fall apart when Im home.

Today was a pretty good day though. I slept alright last night and woke up feeling okay. I had had a lot of trouble with service and then I was just on edge so I was wandering around in a circle in the art shed. But I was able to fall asleep eventually.

This morning felt weird. I got dressed and felt okay but I don't know. Just felt weird. I got the theme stuff together. And then off to breakfast. The pancakes and potatoes were fine. I was just. In a weird mood.

But I felt happy. I had a nice morning. Despite the pain I was in. I wore my boots and that helped. I read for a little before I got to work on some examples and doing some cleaning. It was good.

The groups I had were great and honestly I had a lot of fun. It was a mix of older and younger kids. And so I got to do a mix of projects and skills. And the kids were super cute and fun. It was a good day.

I did not have a good lunch. And so I went to make mac and cheese. And chatted with Alexi about the kitchen/bathroom mixed room that we have deemed "The Bitchen". And then it was more art time.

The older boys requested tye dye. And while I hate it, it was honestly a lot of fun to do with them. They were all very respectful and sweet. And when they saw their counselor doing reverse tye dye with bleach they were like. Can we try too?? And then I had a bunch of shirtless 15 year olds bleaching their shirts and it was very funny. I got dye all over my hands and arms but I was in a great mood.

I was surprised when another group showed up after that because I didn't have them on my schedule but it was fine and I got bracelet stuff and clay for them to play with. And it was all good. Their poor counselor was sort of loosing it. So they just hung out in the hammock while their girls chilled out. I hope it helped.

I spent the last half hour of their time there rinsing the t-shirts that had been dyed. And my hands were red and frozen by the time I was done. But I did it and was pretty proud of myself.

I watched the last flag. And then the kids were finishing up packing and heading home.

I went to go help clean. And ran into Peter, who knows James well and he was very excited o hear about our engagement and it was neat to share it with someone else. I love being able to tell people. Makes me feel happy and good. Im still having trouble with my emotions but that helps.

James came around 630 and that was great. I missed them so much. And soon they had brought pizza for us! It was great. Karl brought his dog. Everyone was excited about James and engagement and it was just a really nice space.

But I was also just really glad to go home.

Where I realized James didn't tell anyone here we are getting married! So I texted Kim to see if she was home and she was so I went up to tell her and she was so excited!! It was great. I love Kim. It was so nice to see her too.

But after sitting and talking for a while I was like. I gotta go see my cat. And it was so nice to see my kitty.

I unpacked and opened my mail. My new book came and new dermal jewelry. I got to take a really nice bath. And say hello to friends on a video call. And now I am sipping water and enjoying the breeze.

I am going to stay home this weekend. I asked Chris if he would be mad if I didn't come on Sunday because I wasn't sleeping over and he said that was fine. Im always afraid he is going to be mad at me but he said that he isn't so that helped me not feel so guilty about how I was a little exhausted and needed to just be home.

I am going to get some rest now. I hope tomorrow I can just get my styling done and go to the thrift store with CJ. And I hope its just. Great. Sleep good everyone. Take care of yourselves!!

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riofann · 5 years ago

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Rio Random

You don’t know how long you have been standing there but you watch as their body language speaks for them. You hear some words but you can’t really tell what they are talking about it’s loud at the house. An involuntary sharp breath is taken when you see him push her hair back.

“Y/N?” Your head snaps towards the direction of your name “Hey!” Marie a long time acquaintance walks over to you looking cheerful “I haven't seen you in so long” she comments

You force out a smile “Hey Marie! how are you?” you ask leaning into the hug

“I’m good! how are you wow look at you!” she compliments

You smile and look down at yourself “thanks you look good too!”

“We should hang out sometime”

“Yea! Yea text me!”

“Yea definitely! I gotta run my boyfriends waiting for me.” She gives you another quick hug “I just wanted to say ‘Hi’”

“Oh okay” you don't wait till she walks away before your eyes are trained on them but this time they are looking at you smiling. Trying to play it cool.

You march towards them and their smiles drop they knew they were caught. Without a word you start grabbing your things

“Y/N” Krystal calls to you sounding apologetic

“Excuse me” you say as you push past her and Rio

Rio shoots Krystal a mug pissed that she decided now was the for this conversation. He’s close on your tail as you walk out the door calling your name.

“Y/N!” he calls to you

You spin around so fast he almost runs into you “WHAT?”

“Its not...”

You don’t want to hear anything he has to say so you cut him off “Why not her huh Rio?” you ask repeating the words Krystal said to him “why not her Rio why Me?” You didn't even know what the context was but you could only imagine and your mind was doing circles trying to make sense of it

He’s calm and puts his hands in his pockets “Its not what it looks like”

You feel like slapping him its almost like he was un-phased by your emotions “Then what is it? I mean I get it we aren't a couple” you start to gesticulate with your hands “and this thing doesn't really have a label but” you scoff “for someone who “didn't know” Krystal you sure don't mind touching her!”

“Y/N!” You hear Krystal’s voice approaching you.

You put your finger up for to stop talking

“We were just talking” she tries to reason as she approaches you

“About what?” you ask looking at Rio

They both remain silent, but Krystal keeps looking over at Rio almost as a guidance on how to react or not

“What?” you pause to catch a breath you were getting riled up “is this some sick joke between both of you?”

“No its not....” she struggles to find the words “Its...uh”

“So why not her huh Rio i mean what was that all about?”

“Nothing he was just” she tries answering for him and he scowls at her

You cut your eyes at her “i didn't ask you so shut the fuck up!”

You turn to look at Rio and he stands there with an expressionless face.

You nod understanding that he wasn’t going to respond to you “Perfect!” you say before you walk away.

It's not like you didn't have an idea about who Rio is or what he does. But for both of them to lie to you and pretend that it was though that they met it each other through you is what you didn't understand. If they knew each other from before why not just admit it? What were they hiding?

Even after he calls you multiple times you refuse to talk to him. Damage control wasn’t really going to work on you. Roughly 2 months pass before you see him again. You were with your Aunt Brenda at the country club near her home accompanying her to a charity event taking place. If you can describe your aunt she was just like Blanche Devereaux from Golden Girls but don’t get her started on the show, cuz she swore up and down they stole her personality.

You both sit near the front of the court watching the tennis players play. There were 2 separate events Golf and Tennis and she opted for Tennis because walking around in the summer heat watching golf wasn't something she wanted to do.

She’s cheerful probably from the mimosas shes had, bubbly and talking to everyone around her. She’s never met a stranger is what you always say, it was partially true.

You stop breathing and your heart palpitates faster when you watch him walk onto the court.

“Ooh who is that?” Aunt Brenda comments a widow on the prowl she would catch anything that glimmered at her periphery

You pull your straw hat down a little further and look away and down for the majority of the time he plays. When the games end you're glad hoping to make a beeline for the car.

“Well that was fun!” she comments

“Yea!” you say as you people watch she had been chatting with friends and you drove her here so it’s not like you could just leave her without her knowing anyway.

A younger man walk by her, he smiles at her and she fans herself “whoo if i was younger!”

“You're only as old as you feel” you comment looking around you feel paranoid he has to be around the corner I mean you were mingling with the players

“You're right!...Hey! how about we eat here! Instead of driving across town again?” she suggests when no one else comes up to say hi

“Uh sure” you say looking around for the nearest exit

“Come on follow me”

You both walk inside and you find your way to the eatery

“Hi Mrs. Richmond how are you?” the hostess greets her with a bright smile

“I’m good Ashley you look cute today! Can i get a table for 2?”

“Thank you! Sure! let me see”

“Make sure it's somewhere I can see everybody... you know me” she winks

“Yea!” Ashley giggles at the inside joke as she looks at the seating chart she picks up two menus “right this way”

You both follow Ashley to the table by the windows it was great spot you could actually see the whole room. It was kind of full and the tables around you were filled with families you're thankful because that meant he would have a harder time spotting you, seeing that your back was to the door anyway at least that's what you thought.

You and Aunt Brenda both look at the menus deciding what would be the best cure for hunger after seating in 90 degree weather for half the morning well into mid afternoon

“I don’t know i’m thinking a crisp salad with fruit will be good but hell i want something savory” she comments

“Yea i feel the same way” you agree “the sandwiches sound interesting they could be savory with fries”

“I’m looking at this salmon” she looks up at you “Oooh! someones coming sit up!” she snaps her fingers at you

You do so out of habit she was always for sitting proper and being dainty, you glance back and feel your stomach drop it was Rio making his way towards you. You shoot him a half smile and turn to face your aunt bracing yourself for the conversation to come

“Ladies” he speaks his voice sounding like music to your ears it felt like a long time had passed since you last heard it

“Oooh hi” she says immediately smitten over his voice she daintily reaches her hand out “how are you I’m Brenda this is my niece...”

He grabs her hand and shakes it rubbing his thumb over it “Y/N” he turns to face you while finishing her sentence

She looks between you two shocked “You two know each other?”

“Yea Aunt Brenda this is Mr. Rio”

“Mr. Rio” she giggles “call me Brenda.... WOW! Y/N! you naughty thing you didn't tell me that you knew him all that pinning i was doing watching him play”

You smile” uh i didn't know if it was him really playing” you lie

You are all quiet for a moment before Brenda interjects “You wanna join us?”

“Sure if you don't mind” Rio comments looking at you not really caring about Brenda

“Yea its fine!”

“Y/N move!” she says gesticulating for you to stand up

“What?”

“Switch seats” she explains wanting you to sit in the seat middle you sigh as you shuffle over to the right Rio pulls out your chair

“Such a gentleman” Brenda comments and you refrain from rolling your eyes

“Thanks”

“So!” she leans over perking her bosom giving all her attention to Rio “how do you two know each other?”

You didn't know how to describe your friends with benefits relationship “We met via a friend” you say

“Oh okay tell me about yourself Mr. Rio” she says taking a sip of her water

He smirks leaning back on his seat “you can just call me Rio...what do you want to know Brenda”

Brenda blushes “well Rio first that tattoo... did it hurt?” she can’t take her eyes off it

He takes a sip of water and the muscles in his neck only accentuate the tattoo more “A little” he says flirts back

“Ooh” she fans hereslf taking a sip of water “i need to find the waiter” she says looking around “he needs to bring another pitcher of water im getting dehydrated here that voice!”

“OKAY BRENDA!”

Rio laughs throwing his head back

“What? that voice that tattoo that face mmmm!”

“BRENDA!” you scold looking at her

“Wha?” she looks at you innocently

“Can you” you shake your head don't mind her

“Nah i don't mind at all” he smiles

Things are quiet again and you and Rio sit staring at each other

“Well i’m gonna go to the bar get us some drinks. Moscow mule for you I know Rio can i get you anything?”

“Nah ’m good with water thanks”

“Okay you two behave”

“Yea” you say glancing up at her

“Shes fun!” he says chuckling at her looking back and winking at him

“She’s a trip” you say shaking your head at her comment “what can I help you with Rio?” you ask cutting to the chase

“You look good” his voice drops lower

“Thanks!” you try not to blush “didn't know you played tennis. Played well” you hope to change the direction of the conversation

“Thanks. I called you” he points out your lack of answering his calls

“I know I was busy at the time”

He nods accepting your excuse “we need to talk”

“No we don’t.... about what?”

“I'm sure you got questions for me”

“You're not gonna tell me the truth anyway, so what's the point?”

“Try me” he challenges leaning forward

You sigh “no” you were defeated

“What?” he says noticing the expression on your face

“Was i just a pawn in your game of chess?.... like you didn't care about me?.....At all?”

He holds a puzzled look “Where’d you get that from?”

“I” you take a deep breath “nevermind”

He sees Brenda coming back and stands up “i gotta go call me sometime”

“I don’t even have your number you call me on blocked all the time”

“Check your phone” he says as he walks away and when you do you have a new message with a simple text of ‘call me’

“Where's he going?” Brenda asks as she approaches the table

“He had to go” you answer

“Why’d you let him leave?”

“What was I supposed to hold him down?!”

“Yes! now i have no eye candy” she says pouting

“I'm sure you’ll find someone”

“You're right” She turns to face you and looks at you for awhile before saying “so are you wanna talk about what's going on between you two?”

“Not really” you respond looking down

“Come on you can tell me I'm your Aunty Brenda”

You sigh she was right you would often go to her when you had relationship problems and you're actually consider telling her how you got to this point.

Even after having his number you still opt to not call him. Every time you get ready to you stop yourself remembering how you both got to this point and figure it's best if you don't even open that can of worms.

Another month passes before you two run into each other. This time at a dive bar that's kinda how you two met anyway at a bar.

“So Mike tells me he wants a threesome for his birthday!”

“What?!” you say snapping back into the conversation with your best friend Mia

“Yea! that is what i said WTF right?”

You take a sip of your drink “Wow so what are you gonna do?”

“He can kick rocks unless he wants to find me another man to fuck”

You both erupt in laughter knowing it would never happen

You spend the majority of the night talking about life before your bladder is threatening to embarrass you, is when you get up and go to the bathroom.

“I gotta go pee!” you say jumping from the bar stool

“Go! Go!” she shoos you away putting her foot on your stool to save it

You walk hastily across the bar and find the bathroom a mini line with one person in front of you.

When you finally get to pee it feels like heaven on earth. And feel like you can finally breathe. It was such a relaxing feeling to pee when you had been drinking.

There's a knock on the door

“Just a minute!” You say loudly hoping they can hear you through the loud music

You finish your business and go to wash your hands when the person knocks again “GIVE ME A MINUTE!” You scream this time but when the knock happens again you're convinced this person was a true dick and you yank the door ready to have an argument only to see Rio standing on the other side

“Really” you say unamused “excuse me” you go to walk past him but like true Rio nature he backs you into the bathroom instead locking the door behind him

“What do you want?” you snap

“Wow no hi”

“Hi Rio you look good i hope life is treating you well!... what. do. you. want?”

He smirks at your sarcastic tone “You supposed to call me”

“Yea i didn't want you lying to me anymore”

He sucks his teeth “how you know i was gon’ lie”

“Ummm well lets see I know absolutely nothing about you. Oh besides the fact that you play tennis I’m sure your name isn't even Rio. You and Krystal have or had something going on that involved me and unbeknownst to me you were both playing me like a fiddle!”

He chuckles

“Is this funny to you”

“Yea kinda” he says stepping closer to you

You scoff “of course” you go to walk away from him but he steps in your way

“Nah I’m not done talking” he looks down at you

“What do you want to talk about?” you separate yourself from him, you couldn’t be around him, the cologne the voice,

He says nothing and just looks at you

“You wanna tell me it comes with the territory and i should know these things by now? I do i also know you probably have 10 other girls waiting for you to call so it's not a big deal I’m not a big deal I don't see why you're insisting on resolving things with me!”

Truth be told he did try to get over you and move on but he found himself thinking about you more often than not

“Krystal isn't who you think she is”

“And you choose now to tell me that? I kinda figured when you two were looking like exes at the party”

He takes in a deep breath and watches you

“ Do you know what it's like Rio. I’m completely exposed to you. You know everything! Everything! the good things, the bad things, things I will take to the grave with me things that I don't even want my parents to know about and majority of it i told you, the others you have your “connections” yet I don't even know your name. And then you and Krystal have something going on I don't know what. I don’t get how I’m tied into all of it.”

He still says nothing and looks at you expressionless jaws tight

“Are you just gonna stand there and say nothing?” His apathy was really getting to you “........What was i a facade or something”

“Nah”

You sigh and throw your head back the liquor getting to you “I can't do this i just” you reach for the door knob and he backs up against it “can you please” you plead with him, he bits on his lower lip he looks like he’s thinking about what to say next but instead he slowly stands straight, his eyes boring a hole into you as you leave the bathroom

“Wow that took you long!” Mia comments its been close to 20 minutes

“Yea i ran into someone”

“Who?”

“That guy” your new nickname for him

“What?” she said confused “ohhhh Rio”

“Yea” you say taking a sip

“What hes here?” she says looking around

“Yea don't make it obvious”

Her head snaps to face you “Sorry... you okay?” she asks rubbing your arm

“Yea!”

“You wanna leave?” she suggests

“NO! Its our night out forget him!”

“You sure?”

“Yup fuck him”

You both drink and the bar gets full and by now you’ve turned to face the crowd and people watch while talking shit at the same time

“Hey” you hear his voice next to you

“Hi!” you say looking at him “this is Mia” you introduce her, since they never met before, but they both knew of each other

He smiles “nice to meet you”

“Mhmmm Hi Rio” she says as she holds an unamused expression

“Must have heard a lot about me huh?”

“Some good things”

He nods “what yall drinking”

“Knock me downs”

“You want another round?”

“Yea!” Mia responds for both of you

“Y/N?” he asks you before lightly grazing his tongue on his bottom lip

“Sure!” you say adjusting in your seat, its fair to say being around him while you were under the influence was asking a lot of you

“Its packed today!” Mia comments bobbing her head to the music

“Yea its a good night! why aint yall on the dance floor?”

“You see these?” Mia says pointing to her shoes “these aren't dancing shoes”

“So you just wanna sit and look cute?”

“Period” you both say in unison

“Y/N?”

“Yea”

“What's your excuse”

“What she said” you said pointing your thumb backwards to Mia

“Thanks” he says speaking to the bartender

“Come dance with me” he says while motioning his head to the dance floor or rather where people were dancing

“Oh no!” you shake your head vigorously

“Come on please just one” he says with his hand open waiting for you

“Fine!” you say taking his hand in yours

“I'll save your seat!”

He has a tight grip on your hand as he pulls you to the middle. He stops turns and faces you the music changes and he pulls you closer to him as you dance to bachata

“Wow” you’re at a loss of words as you both move on the dance floor

“What you thought this was?” he flirts

“I didn't think this” you blush as you both move around the dance floor he holds your hand up so you can twirl for him while he smiles at you. For someone who was apathetic he sure did have moves.He spins you around so that your back is to him and you can't help but squeal as he moves your body along with his sometimes with sudden dips, making you hold onto his arms tighter. You feel his breath on your neck as the tempo changes indicating change of songs.

With arms wrapped around you tightly you both sway to the music you feel a light kiss on your neck “I missed you” he admits

You wanna call bs but this was diff he wouldn't even as much as say hi to you in public and now all of a sudden you are at a bar dancing with him

“You heard me?” he asks not sure because you didn't react you nod in response and step away so you can turn to face him he pulls you close

He looks deep into your eyes “I'm not lying”

“Okay” you say as you continue to sway to the music

“Last call for drinks last call” the DJ announces

You both step away from each other and look towards the dj booth

When he looks at you again you can't help but blush Rio had a way of communicating with his facial expressions without a word being uttered

“You good?” he asks teasing you

“Yup! Lets go!” you say wanting to get out of the dance floor

“WHOO!” Mia cheers as you two reach her

“That was cute!”

“What you getting into after this?”

“Going home”

He smacks his lips “com’on ma”

“No i think i should go home.”

He nods respecting your decision

“She needs a date with a Denis she’s been grouchy I have a strong feeling you can fix that”

He laughs

“Okay time for me to take you home”

“What?”

“We are gonna go it was nice seeing you”

He pushes a strand out of your face and you take in a sharp breath “make sure you text me telling me you reached safe or ima pull up”

“Okay”

#rio good girls #brio #rio ff #rio good girls fan fic #manny montana #rio x beth #beth x rio #writrblr #fan fic stuff

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sad-boy-mono · 4 years ago

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High School Casualties

Chapter 2/?

Word Count- 1,586

Master post with Ao3 link

Damien and Shayne were now 30 minutes through their second period of the day, parting ways with Courtney after the first. But, as always, agreed to meet up again at lunch with Keith, Noah and Olivia.

They only had 10 minutes left of class, and in that 10 minutes their teacher let them work on their homework. Shayne, working on science notes, took a look at his friend. Damien, sitting a few rows away from him, was staring blankly at his textbook for world history. His eyes glued in place so Shayne could tell that he wasn’t reading. Just... Staring.

Shayne glanced around the classroom, seeing if their teacher was nearby. When he confirmed it was safe, Shayne snuck his phone out of his pocket and held it in his lap so it looked like he just was reading a book. He unlocked his phone and went to Damien’s contact.

Shayne

You good? You’re just kind staring off into space

Shayne looked back at his exhausted friend. Damien jerked his head upwards as he snapped out of the zoning out he was doing. He did the same glance around the room Shayne had done, then pulled out his own phone from his bag. He turned it on and after seeing the notification, looked at Shayne briefly. He began typing, glancing around every so often.

Damien

Yeah I thibk so just really ducking tired.

*think

*fucking

Damn I need to learn hiw to spell or just type slower

*HOW! GOD DAMNIT!

Shayne stifled a laugh and looked at Damien with a smile.

Shayne

Ok just making sure ur not dying or something lol

Just be sure to get some good sleep tonight you dumb bitch

Damien

ooooooor I could suffer and try to nap during lucnh

Shayne

I mean you could also go to the nurse

u tired fuck

Damien

Well I’m not gonna do that so if u excuse me ima continue to stare off into space

Shayne

Well staring off into space is not a good substitute for sleep so you better get some tonight

Damien

Or wut ;)))

Shayne stifled another laugh. This time he was laughing at himself though.

Shayne

Or I’ll come to your house at midnight and make you sleep ;)))))

Damien

Like r u gonna knock me out with a bat or fuck me? cuz im down either way honestly ;)))))))))))))

Shayne laughed quietly to himself after reading that, and looked over at Damien. Who looked like he was also struggling to hide his laughter.

“I fucking hate you!” Shayne mouthed to Damien, who just blew a sarcastic kiss to Shayne.

Shayne

Ok but deadass don’t force yourself to be miserable all day. If you keep this up I’ll bring Courtney into the chat

Damien

Oh god plz no she scares me when she goes into mom mode

Shayne

Exactly. So be a good boy and get to sleep by 8 and eat your veggies

and do your homework

That would be smart as well

Damien

But I don’t waaaaaannnnaaaaaa

Shayne

Ok you leave me no choice.

Shayne went to the group chat that had all 3 of them in it.

Banana Man

@Court Bourt

Deem

NOOOOO

The two stared at their phones, waiting for Courtney to reply. It took about 3 minutes before she did.

Court Bourt

What did you guys do this time?

Banana Man

Damien’s being a lil bitch. Make his sleep

Court Bourt

What do you want me to do? Kill him?

Deem

Yes

Banana Man

No!

He’s gonna pull another all-nighter on us again and be miserable

Court Bourt

Daaamemiiiiin

Deem

I’m sowwwwwwy

Court Bourt

I will personally come to your house and make you some niiiice sleepytime tea. But little did you know it will be full of that extra sleepy juuuuuuice

Deem

DrUgs?

Court Bourt

yes

Deem

please don’t

Court Bourt

Oh I will and don’t you doubt it

Deem

Court Bourt

Ok I gotta go my teacher’s about to yoink my phone

Banana Man

oof

Court Bourt

But Damien, don’t think this is over bitch

Deem

Oh shit she’s gonna kill me

Banana Man

Good

Shayne heard a snort come from a few rows ahead of him. He looked ahead and saw Damien chuckling to himself.

Banana Man

Why you laughing bitch

Did I say something fUnNy

Deem

No youre just being a SILLY GOOSEY BOY

Banana Man

...

Bitch

Deem

That was kinda rude.

Banana Man

That sounds like a you issue

Deem

It probably is but fuck you anyways :)

Shayne giggled to himself quietly. Damien always made him laugh, even if what he said wasn’t necessarily a joke.

Deem

Oh WhAtS sO fUnNy sHaYnE dId I sAy SOmEtHiNg fUnNy?!?!

Banana Man

It is just you who is the silly goosey boy now

Shayne could see Damien chuckling to himself at the comment Shayne made. Damien turned to face Shayne slowly and subtly flipped him off, making him laugh once again.

Then the bell rang, and in seconds time the whole class was on their feet and packing up to leave. Shayne walked out the door and waited for Damien right outside the classroom. Once Damien walked out the two just stared at each other.

“You’re really fucking stupid.” They said in unison, which was followed up by boisterous laughter from the two.

“JINXS you owe me eight- thousand dollars!” Damien said in between laughter, making Shayne laugh harder.

“God I WISH I had that kind of money!” Shayne said between laughter.

“Imagine having money to do stuff.” Damien began walking down the hall once the crowd of people finished making their way out of the room.

“Well first you need a job.” Shayne said, following Damien

“Imagine having a job.”

Shayne laughed at his comment. “You know you’re dumb idiot, right?”

“Yeah but I’m your dumb idiot and the only way you’re getting rid of me is if you kill me. And I think Courtney’s gonna beat you to that. So JOKES ON YOU!”

Shayne rolled his eyes but continued to laugh. “You’re still a dumb idiot though.”

“Again, Shayne, we just went through this! I’m your dumb idiot!” Damien slapped his own hand for emphasizes. “And, also, you’re my dumb idiot! That’s how this WORKS Shayne!”

The boys laughed harder as they walked down the hall, getting a few weird looks as they did.

They continued to talk until Damien began to talk slower, his words we getting jumbled and he looked pale. He took one last look around before he began to fall.

“Whoa- shit!” Shayne’s reflexes kicked in and wrapped his arms around Damien, preventing him from hitting the ground.

“Damien you good?” Shayne asked, getting a delayed nod from Damien.

“Can you stand up?”

“Y- yeah.” Damien placed hid feet fully on the ground and slowly stood up. “Ok yeah. I think I’m good.”

“What caused that?” Shayne asked, trying to mask the obvious concern in his voice.

“I-I don’t know. One moment my head really hurt, the next I’m almost on the ground.” Damien rubbed his temples in an attempt to sooth his head. “I think it’s just really loud in the halls.”

“Ok lets head in there then,” Shayne point to the bathroom not to far down the hall. Damien nodded in agreeance.

The two boys walked down the hall, Shayne keeping a subtle hand on Damien’s shoulder in case of another spill. Damien was running a hand through his hair to try and stable himself.

The two took a quick turn into the bathroom. Damien went to lean against the wall in between two sinks. Shayne dug through his bag and pulled out his water bottle.

“Here,” he passed it to Damien “drink up bitch.”

“Wow is that anyway to talk to your friend who could be dying? No I don’t think so!” Damien sarcastically said, then took a drink of the water.

“I friggen hate you!” Shayne chuckled, pulling paper towels from the dispenser and running them under the sink with cold water.

“What you doin there baby boy?” Damien said in between drinks.

“This,” Shayne took the paper towels and placed them on Damien’s forehead after ringing them out. “I don’t know how much it’ll help, but we gotta do what we can to prepare for the long journey to the nurses office.”

Damien snorted at Shayne’s exaggeration. “Oh yeah I guess I should go to the nurse shouldn’t I?”

“YeAh I think that’d be smart!”

“Also I’m sorry, but I’m gonna drink all your water.” Damien punctuated with another drink.

“oH nO nOt My wAtEr! Dude drink it. Drink it all! Hell, I will get you and your sleep deprived, dehydrated ass another bottle of water.” Damien snorted at his statement, only slightly choking on the water

“You good?” Shayne asked with an amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah, you’re just a dumb lil man who makes dumb lil man jokes.” Damien teases, receiving one middle finger from Shayne.

“Hey man, that’s just unnecessary.” Damien said, flipping off Shayne as he did. The two looked at each other and began snickering.

“Oh god,” Shayne said with a sigh, “Let’s get you to the nurse.”

“Oh you’re trying to get rid of me now? Well I’m not going down that easily! Take that!” Damien gently slapped Shayne with the wet paper towel that had been on his forehead.

Shayne stood there, mildly stunned.

“Let’s go to the nurse now.”

“Ok.”

#smosh fic #smosh damien #smosh #super power au #damien haas #shayne topp #Courtney Miller #Highschool Casualties #My Smosh Fic

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captainillogical · 5 years ago

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Distant Lands Ch.3

Stranded on a planet with toxic conditions and nothing but the clothes on your back, your only means of survival lies within the gem that got you here in the first place.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants

(thanks for being patient! sorry im so slow sometimes lol)

You wake up several hours later with a migraine. You don't even want to open your eyes as you groan silently inside your head. Everything hurts terribly. You lay there for a few moments, and move your arms to massage your temples. The pressure against your skin helps, but you still feel quite a bit of the pressure inside your skull.

You don't even know what time it is. You look around you to realize there's a bit of light. Adjusting yourself slightly, you move your arms in front of you. You.. realize that Spinel is holding your center tightly, and you can’t move. You can’t even tell if she’s sleeping or not, so you lay there quietly for a moment to gauge her breathing. It’s.. steady enough, so you’re pretty sure she’s asleep. You try to move her arms away from you ever so slightly, and she tightens them and clears her throat. You freeze.

“Uhh,” You say out loud. “Can you stop touching me now? I kind of need to go to the bathroom.” “..you tryin’ to escape me?” She finally says after a few moments. You sigh aggravatedly out loud at her.

“No. How could I even get very far? You’re right here.” She makes a noncommittal grunt at that, but doesn’t make an effort to move. God you can't stand her. You don’t think you could even be friends with her under normal circumstances, nonetheless being forced into a friendship with a murderous clown against your will with no chances to escape. The sooner you can find a way off this miserable rock, the better. “I’m not joking. Let me go so I can pee.”

“Fine. I’m coming with you, though.” She replies, and moves her arms enough so you can fling her limbs off you and sit up. You turn around to see her staring at you, and you wonder if she watched you sleep. You fight off the shiver even though you’re a bit creeped out at the prospect.

“Please don’t tell me that you’re going to watch me.” You shoot her a look, and she raises an eyebrow.

“Watch you what?” She asks, and you fight off another groan of frustration. Fuck all of this.

“Nothing.” You exhale, and get up to go outside to relieve yourself. Spinel follows you, of course. Cursed gem, this one. Why couldn’t you have been taken by a Pearl instead, you think to yourself. This entire ordeal would’ve been a lot easier to deal with.

It’s so bright outside once you actually walk out, you feel like you haven’t seen light in forever. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, but once they actually do you nearly open your mouth in shock at the state of this sun. It's freaking huge, for one. Like, several sizes bigger than the sun you're used to seeing. This one is also red, and something about it doesn't sit right with you.

You really gotta get off this planet.

"You ever see a sun like this?" You turn to face her.

"No. This one's weird." She squints at it. Not very helpful, then.

"Okay well, don't watch. I'm serious." You say, and lean your side against a nearby tree. She turns her head slightly to not face you. Whatever, good enough you guess.

You slip your pants off, but fumble for a second due to an item being in your front pocket. You pull the small object out and your heart drops for a moment. And then it picks back up rapidly. It's blue and bird shaped, and tied to a keyring. It's.. it's the small tracking beacon that you have matching with Steven. You.. you can't believe your luck. You never have this on you anymore.

Many years ago when you started going out on missions with the crystal gems, Steven used to beg and cry about having you not come with. He was so worried constantly, even though you were extremely safe with the gems, so you promised him you'd get something to make him feel better. And you got both yourself and him matching beacon keychains. So if you ever got lost, or something went wrong, you always had a way for him to find you. You stopped carrying yours regularly years ago since Steven started joining in on the gem missions, and mainly had it on your keyring for decoration and sentimental reasons. It must've fell off and into your pocket somehow. Now to just find a high enough hill to place this upon without Spinel noticing..

You realize that you've been quiet for a decent amount of time, and finish up your business before Spinel realizes anything.

Well. You kind of have a tiny smidge of hope now. You walk over to the gem, and she turns to regard you.

"Did that lighten your mood? You look almost cheerful." She says to you, and raises her eyebrow in question. You clear your throat. Fuck, you forgot your face shows everything.

"No, I'm actually extremely hungry and miserable right now." You reply coldly. You hope she's not suspicious of anything. "I'm gonna try and find some food for myself. Since you know, I'm an organic being and I need sustenance to survive." You glare at her, and she's not even paying any attention to you.

You try a different path this time since it's light out and you can actually see. Spinel's clinging to your arm of course, because why not. It's not like you can fly off this planet by yourself. You wander about for nearly twenty minutes before you find a tree with some long cylinder-like fruit? You hope it's a fruit. You pull one down and have to snap it off the tree, which was weirdly difficult. The outside feels strange, like there's a fine film of.. something similar to wax on the outside.

Spinel pulls one down as well, and turns it around in her hands. You bring it up to your face to sniff it, and it seems okay? The surface seems soft enough. You're about to bite into it when Spinel rips the one in her hands in half with a quick snap, and the weirdest looking slime pours out of it in a murky brown color. It's absolutely repugnant smelling.

"I wouldn't eat this." She says, and drops the fruit to the ground. "Doesn't smell great."

"No shit, really?" You reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "It looked delicious to me."

"Was just trying to help. I don't want you vomiting again like last time." She regards you with a look that you can't interpret, and this instantly pisses you off. How dare she act like she's doing you any fucking favors.

"I don't need your help." You force out, seething. She looks like she's about to say something, but you storm off in a huff before she can start. You don't care.

You need to find food and water today, otherwise your chances of getting home to Steven alive and in one piece are close to zero. Your body aches, but you keep moving forward. You're determined to stay alive.

Spinel is still following behind you, and she isn't holding your arm this time. You push a bunch of vines out of the way of what looks like an overgrown path elsewhere, and you spoke too soon. Or, thought too soon, because she's wrapped her hand around yours this time. Ugh.

You pass by a lot of different types of bushes with similar berries like the ones from before, but you aren't taking your chances with those. You risk faster dehydration if you vomit any more. Your stomach grumbles at the thought of sustenance, and you feel like you might start chomping on leaves soon. You.. realize something with that train of thought. You've only sought out plant-life as a food source so far, completely ignoring any kind of animal that you could possibly eat.

You realize that you haven't seen any animals at ALL on this planet so far. That's strange. I mean, obviously for a complicated ecosystem like this there has to be creatures of some sort around, right? You've really only been here for a day, so you can't really be sure, but.. you're lost in thought when Spinel tugs your arm, and you nearly trip forward.

"What the fuck?" You say out loud.

"I think there's something edible over here." She says, nodding over to this area through the thick trees. You walk over to where Spinel is standing to see what she's looking at.

You can see trees with different fruit on it this time than the others, and you'll take your chances with this one.

"Let's hope this one doesn't poison me." You say with a shrug, and make your way over to the couple of trees nearest to you.

Looking up, the lowest hanging fruit are close to 15ft off the ground. They're green and yellow colored, and shaped like some kind of eggplant/durian hybrid. You hope it smells better than the other 'foods' you have discovered so far. You walk around the tree with Spinel still holding your hand, trying to find an easy spot to climb. There isn't even a viable foot holding that you can reach with your hands. You look at the other trees nearby, and they're all shaped the same. Tall, with smooth trunks that are completely useless to climbing. Great.

You look around you to see if you can find any rocks or sticks to knock some down with, and see a decent sized branch on a low enough tree to grab. Sweet. You grab it to break it off, and it snaps off the tree pretty easily. When you turn around, Spinel's already got several fruit in her arms, and is grabbing another down. Oh right. You forgot. She can stretch herself at will. Why the fuck didn't she say anything before? You're nearly seething with rage, but decide to push it down to deal with your hunger instead. You walk back over to Spinel, and she hands you a fruit. You turn it around in your hands, gauging it's feel and smell. It seems alright. Better than the others, anyway.

It's soft to the touch, so you tear into it with your hands carefully, ripping the fleshy skin apart easily. It's ripe, and smells nice, and the flesh inside looks good enough to make your mouth water. But you're not a fool, so you pull out a small chunk and place it inside your mouth. It tastes good, actually. Kinda lacks flavor, but you don't really care at this point. It doesn't make you vomit immediately. You wait a minute or two, making sure your stomach isn't going to retch this, and continue eating it slowly to not upset your stomach.

You don't realize that Spinel has been watching you carefully through all of this, and it’s right then that you notice that she probably doesn't know a thing about humans or organic beings at all. With your stomach steadily being filled and you've now got a bit of energy, your anger from earlier returns. She brought you to this planet with the idea of keeping you trapped here but didn't even bother to see if you could even SURVIVE. Your attention is back on her, rage clear in your eyes.

“Did you even think for one single, miserable second about how I was suppose to survive out here?” You say, voice nearly shaking in fury. “Do you even know what a human needs to live?”

Spinel seems taken aback for only a second before her eyebrows furrow.

"What were you going to do if I couldn't find any food and died?” You're walking closer to her. "What if I ate something that poisoned me? What if I touched something and my skin melted off? What if something attacked me and I bled out? What would you have done!? Left my body to rot on this planet, leaving you alone with it?!" Her eyes flicker with emotion that quickly turns to anger, and at this point you're standing in front of the gem, glaring up at her. You jam a finger into her chest, just to the side of her gem. “Steven would never know what happened to me, my family would never get answers. Do you even know a single FUCKING thing about humans!?”

Spinel has the nerve to look down at you with aggravation on her face as she jabs a finger back into your chest, pushing you backwards.

“Listen here, human,” Spinel says the last word with a sneer. “I searched through several planets to find you one with adequate shelter and food, because I'm a good friend.” She jams her finger into your chest again to make a point. “So if I were you, I would be a little more GRATEFUL.”

You scoff at her, placing a hand over where her finger had hit.

“OH! WOW! YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!" You throw your hands into the air dramatically. “Thank you SO MUCH for stranding me on this SHITHOLE planet with a HOMICIDAL MANIAC.” You pointedly look to her to emphasize that she's the maniac. “I am so ETERNALLY GRATE-”

Her hand shoots out, slamming your torso against the tree behind you, cutting off your supply of air. Several pieces of fruit fall from the tree above, thunking against the jungle floor around you.

“You know, you're not being a very good friend.” She draws out, holding you in place. With the wind knocked out of you and you being pressed into the tree behind you, you can barely gasp an intake of breath.

"Clearly you know nothing about being friends with anyone." You manage to choke out. Her grip on you tightens, your ribs squeezing painfully. You blink, seeing spots in your vision, your heart beating ever so loudly.

“You don’t know me. I was MADE to be a friend. I WOULD know what I’m talking about.” She spits out at you.

“You were what?” You barely manage to say, and she loosens her grip on you slightly. You take in several gasps of air.

“Nothing. You wouldn’t know.” She hisses angrily.

“What do you mean, made to be a friend!” You question her, and she drops her hand from your torso.

“I'm not talking about this. We're done here.” She retorts, and spins around to storm off. Your jaw drops as you watch her stomp off into a pathway you’ve never been.

Wow. Very mature.

You pat yourself down for a sec to make sure you’re okay, and honestly, your ribs really do hurt. You hope she didn’t fracture them, because booooy, that would suck. Your arms feel like they're starting to bruise already. You grab as many fruit your pockets and arms can hold, and set off to the pathway Spinel went through.

What the actual fuck was she talking about back there? Made to be a friend? You can barely manage to walk and carry the fruit in your arms, several keep jumping out already and you have to stop and pick them back up. You took note of where this area was, and you're pretty sure you're still within the vicinity of your shelter.

You don't make it very far when you walk directly into something, spilling your arms contents everywhere. It's.. Spinel.

"Uh.. the hell?" You say out loud and look up to see Spinel staring at something. You follow her line of sight to see a.. cave of some sort on the side of this cliff. "What is that?"

"I don't know." She says in aggravation, and stalks off over to the opening. You follow suit.

It's a large entrance, about 11-12 feet tall if you could guess. The outer edges are weirdly smooth. This cave almost seems man-made in nature, but there's something about it that tells you not so much. You can't place it yet, though. The cave seems to be pretty deep, as well. You can't see much, other than rocks and dirt and some dead leaves.

"Weird. You think the gems that were here did this?" You question out loud, not really expecting an answer.

“...No.” She says, almost hesitantly. “I don’t know what this is.” She looks like she’s about to walk into the cave, but second guessed herself and spins around to face you. “Gem stuff is different from this.”

“Hm, well.. whatever. It doesn’t matter. I still need to find water before dusk, and it’s mid afternoon, if I’m going by this sun’s position.” You say, and wipe your brow. It’s humid, and you feel gross. You don’t really want to stick around to figure out this planet’s mysteries, either.

You walk off, not caring if Spinel follows you or not. She can figure herself out. You’ve got shit to do, and she’s of no use to you other than her ability to stretch like earlier. You keep along the path you’ve been following, looking around occasionally to find any more food or something helpful. Most of the trees around you are the same type, other plantlife breaking it up here and there. There has to be a water source nearby, because you’ve been so parched you feel like a raisin. Ugh.

You pass by an area with a lot of rocks off to the side, and you can hear something. The closer you get to it, the more it sounds like running water. Just your luck!! You run over to it, and there’s a bit of a drop off, but the view is absolutely amazing.

You spot a small waterfall off to the side, and a decent sized lake in this clearing. The plant life around the edges of the water look nearly ethereal with how the vines and flowers are floating on top of the water. This looks like an oasis. You carefully place all of your fruit down off to the side by a larger rock, and run down the side to get to the water.

You get up to it, and bend down to test it with your finger first. Gotta make sure it ain’t acid water, you know? Never know with this place. It feels fine and it isn’t burning your skin, so you’re taking it as a good sign. You cup some with your hands and bring it up to your face to take a quick sniff before drinking. It smells a bit off, but you’re sure it’s just because you’re on this strange planet.

You take several small gulps, making sure your stomach is okay with it. You sit at the edge of the lake, resting your feet for a second. You feel.. a bit relieved. Okay. You’ve got food, you’ve got water, you’ve got shelter.. and you have a possible way off this planet. Maybe. You still have to find a good place to deposit the tracker. You hope Steven remembers that his matching keychain exists in the back of his bedside drawer. You.. you hope that they’re trying to find you. It’s been more than a full day, and you logically KNOW that them getting to you would take a bit of time.. but you’re worried regardless. You’ve never been in a situation so hopeless before. You’ve camped a lot, sure, and you’ve been on planets not exactly suitable for human life. But not something like this, and not with an unfamiliar, wild, mood-volatile gem.

Speaking of said gem. What she said earlier is still on your mind, and you still know nothing about her other than her name and how weirdly defensive she is about friendship. You don’t know about her age, what she was doing, why she was attacking Steven, how she KNOWS Steven.. none of it makes any sense. You’ll get your answers eventually, or you’ll get off this planet. Without her. She can stay here until that sun goes supernova for all you give a shit.

You’re lost in thought when you see ripples across the water, and you look up. There’s nothing in the water that you can see.. Ah. Off to the side.

There’s a little.. animal, drinking water a good 60 feet away from you. It’s hideous. It looks like a crossbreed of a platypus, a duck, and a goose. How unfortunate. You watch it for a few minutes, as it doesn’t see you sitting there and you can safely observe it. It doesn’t really do anything other than drink water and look around. It seems almost peaceful, with dusk setting in and the sun edging away over the trees. So there are small animals here, after all. Huh. Wonder why you hadn’t seen any before.

You’re sitting there quietly when something moves behind you, making the strange creature let out a squawk and run to hide in the underbrush.

You see Spinel’s feet walk up to your side, and internally sigh. Couldn’t even get adequate alone time. You were kinda hoping you could sit here alone to zone out and plan a different way to get off this planet as a backup plan. Well, whatever. You’ll plot later.

“We should head back. It’s getting dark, and I’d like to gather shit for a possible fire to keep myself warm tonight.” You say, and stand up. Ugh, everything hurts, and the heavier gravity is fucking with your knees. You lean down to brush off your clothes from any dirt left on you, and stretch your back. Spinel’s watching you quietly.

“Ya didn’t leave.” She states. You stare at her, a bit dumbfounded.

“Where would I honestly go, Spinel?” You sigh. “Also I’m not stupid enough to wander off right before it gets dark. I don’t know what’s out there.” You turn around to head to your ruins that you call a shelter, and gather your food back up. You’ll figure out a way to transport some water later.

Spinel gathers a couple of the fruit in her own arms, like she’s trying to be helpful. You glare daggers at the back of her head. You turn around before leaving to take in the scenery again, and burn it into your memory. You’ll be back tomorrow.

It takes nearly twenty minutes to get back to camp, it’s almost completely dark out now, and the cold is setting in. Once you’re back, you walk into the ruins to set down your food into a corner. You look to your makeshift bedding from last night, and figure you’ll try to grab more leaves once you’re done with your fire supply gathering.

You head back outside to see Spinel rummaging around in some bushes, doing who knows what. You roll your eyes, and walk back into the jungle line of trees to find some dry foliage to burn. There’s a tree you can see that’s half dead, so you peel some of its flaking bark off, as well as any of the dry looking branches. You spot a few branches on the ground as well, and gather those too.

You come back and forth a few times to get enough of a stash going. You don’t know how long you’ll be on this planet, but you’re the type of person that likes to be prepared if possible.

You wipe your hands on your jeans, proud of the pile you’ve managed to build. Spinel comes into the ruins beside you, with something in her arms.

“Uhh, what’s that?” You ask her. She’s just holding a pile of twigs and moss.

“Kindling.” She says, and raises her eyebrows like it’s obvious.

Huh. That’s.. helpful of her. You don’t know how you feel about this, so you just tell her to put it on the ground next to your pile.

“Thanks, I guess.” You say awkwardly. “I’m gonna go find leaves to make my bedding a bit better. I’m not running off, okay?” You head outside again, but not before you take a quick glance at Spinel standing there. Her expression was strange - one you haven’t seen her make before. But you have more pressing concerns right now, so you wave that out of your mind.

You can see your breath outside now. This weather is absolutely wild, you can’t believe the temperature would just drop so quickly like that. You’re shivering, so you work quickly to gather as many leaves as possible. You spot a couple of large ones, and catch yourself getting excited. You scoff out loud at yourself. Getting excited over leaves now? What’s next, getting excited when your food doesn’t make you vomit? Excited that Spinel hasn’t strangled you yet? How low will your standards go?

When you get back inside with your findings, you see Spinel over by your makeshift bed. Except it’s piled.. Comfortably high now. Like a foot off the ground, what the hell?

“Is this okay?” She finally speaks up.

“I was gone maybe five minutes, and you did all this?” You ask her, and she nods. The fuck, you’re almost touched.

But then you remember she’s trapped you here and she doesn’t actually care about you at all.

You set down your leaves in the pile, and grab the stuff you brought in to make a fire in the middle of this room. You place a couple rocks in a circle as Spinel watches you, putting sticks around in a cone-like formation. You put in the kindling as well, and grab the sticks you’re using to start the fire with.

You’ve made fires using this method before, but it’s been a while, and you’re rusty. You feel like you’ve got performance anxiety with Spinel watching you, but after a few tries (and a few expletives) you succeed in building a small fire. You sigh out loud in relief, and gather a few more sticks to build the fire with, placing them on the pile. It seems to be burning nicely. You sit by it for a few minutes, watching it to make sure it’ll be fine and not fall over, and to also get warm. Spinel sits beside you, much to your annoyance.

You gather your thoughts before succumbing to the heavy pull of sleep. If you can wake up in the middle of the night and sneak away from Spinel somehow, you can place the tracker on a hill nearby. You have a couple places in mind already. And then maybe you’ll be rescued, and you’ll never have to see this gem ever again, and you can sleep in a real bed. And take a shower. And eat real food. You sigh again, and Spinel glances at you.

She watches you for a considerable amount of time, enough for you to get irritated and get up.

“I’m gonna sleep.” You state, and walk over to plop on the bed. You feel like all these leaves don’t make any difference, comfort-wise. It isn’t as cold as before though.. so that’s a plus.

You hear a scuffle behind you, and you hope Spinel is getting up to leave. You feel a presence behind you, and reside to groaning inside your head. Ugh! Whatever! You’ll pass out soon anyway, weather she’s there or not.

You feel Spinel get in bed behind you, and she wraps her arm around your middle.

“I’m not going to leave. I told you. You can stop touching me.” You say to the person behind you. She grunts in response.

“I’m not sure I trust you yet.” She mumbles. If you could scream right now, you would.

You lay there for several long moments, letting sleep drift to you.

Your thoughts are heavy with yearning to escape, and your eyes close with the intention of waking up in just a few short hours.

#spinel x reader #spinel #su #spinel self insert #steven universe #distant lands #fic #my fic

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harrieatthemet · 6 years ago

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Lucky Numbers

One where Y/N and Harry earned this, at least they thought they did.

*I just really want to apologize for this one. Seriously im so sorry.*

Thirty One.

You’ve never believed in lucky numbers, never found any interest in having one, never saw the purpose in it either. And when people would talk about their lucky numbers, 1 or 5, 7 or 12, you’d discreetly roll your eyes.

Up until now, because now you’ll tell anyone and everyone that 31 is your luckiest number.

31 times, that’s how many times you had to take a pregnancy test. And it wasn’t until the 31st try that it came out positive. It took 31 different names to try and find the perfect one, and Harry was over the moon with the 31st name.

And now you were here, in London, along with Harry for tour and 31 days exactly away from the start of your third trimester.

All the prayers had been answered, every dream had been fulfilled, and every tear simultaneously dried up. After what felt like millions of years trying so unthinkably hard for something that was supposed to be so easily achievable, you’ve got it. Both of you do, and you’re not sure who’s happier about it.

“G’mornin’ button,” he coos, a quick peck delivered to your temple, before he moves to the small peak of your belly “g’mornin’ bump.”

He can’t help himself. Even if he could, he doesn’t think he could stop. Fondling your bump, that small little bump, showering it with fluttery kisses, singing to it, talking to it, all of it has become a typical part of both of your everyday routines. It’s why you’re here, alongside him during all the hectic traveling for tour, struggling to shimmy on a pair of jeans that have become too tight as of today.

A wardrobe meeting was 15 minutes away from commencing, he knew that, though it didn’t keep him from scrambling to mute the reminder on his phone so you wouldn’t scold him for lingering in the hotel room. But he couldn’t leave, not just yet. Staying here, sitting behind you on the mangled sheets of the hotel bed was too inviting, as he watched you in the mirror while you fiddled with your hair.

“Y’so sexy,” He breathes, smile crooked and eyes bright, “so sexy, all full o’ me, carrying my baby.”

“Stop it,” you smirk, giving up on your hair and throwing it up into a bun, “m’not, I feel so round you’ll have t’book me an entire row on the flight back home.”

The cackle that comes from him permeates the whole room, and you give him one of those serious looks, forcing him to swallow that breathy laugh, before encouraging him to hoist himself up off the bed and place himself behind you.

“Yeh not tha’ big,” he playful admonishes, “yet, anyways.”

“This is really helping,” you answer sarcastically, “thank you!”

“S’a baby in there, love,” he sings, “growin’ is a good thing, yeah? We worked for this, should enjoy it.”

His words of encouragement, in unison with the small circular strokes his palms make on the base of your petit swollen belly, begin to resonate in your head. You wanted this, so badly, both of you did. And the bigger that belly grew, the fatter you felt and the more sluggish you became, symbolized all of the effort that it took to get there.

He’s out the door only minutes later, after you had to practically force him out. The strews of ‘be carefuls’ and lectures about how Gemma should keep a close eye on you, on the bump, were bordering annoying.

“Gettin’ so big, yeah?” Gemma gawks, hands gently cupping the swell of your belly.

“5 months now,” you smile, “she keeps growing.”

She reminds herself to hand you an extra sweater before the two you venture off for an early dinner, upon Harry’s request. Something about it being a little chilly out, and how he expressed to her that it was crucial you keep yourself at a cozy temperature. But thus far, you’ve learned there’s no use in protesting his quirky requests, whether he was present or not.

But amidst the frantic search for the bulky grey knit sweater Gemma swore she left on the kitchen counter, while she’s running around the first level of her flat searching for the damn thing, you feel it.

That first sharp pain, just in the side of your stomach, though barely there you still feel it. And of course, you downplay it. It goes ignored for a few more moments, until you feel the second one, and this time it’s not as easy to ignore.

Your hand flies to your oblique, gently pressing up against it in attempt to get the pain to subside. And that’s when Gemma finds the fucking sweater, and she appears back by the front door with it draped over her forearm.

“(Y/N),” Gemma starts, a gilder of concern in her tone “y’alright?”

“Can I just sit for a minute?” You choke out, and she nods anxiously, “Just a minute, s’all I need.”

And you waddle over to the lounging area, because now the pain is occurring more frequently, more painfully. She’s gotta help you sit down too, and she’s on full alert when you sit down with a loud hiss.

“Need me t’call Harry?”

“No,” you demand, before softening your tone “no, it’s fine. Just cramping a little, it’ll go away in a minute.”

But it’s already been five, and instead of going away, it’s getting a little bit more and more unbearable. Gemma, though she’s an absolute saint, isn’t helping much either, as she nervously sits vertical from you with eyebrows knit in worry and leg jumping from anxiety. She wants to call Harry, so badly, but she won’t if you really prefer she didn’t.

“M’just gonna get some water,” you breath out hastily, “m’probably dehydrated or something.”

And she insists on getting it for you, begs even, to which you object. Because just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean you can’t pour yourself a glass of water, and you’re determined to get this pain to quit.

It’s when you get up, when you’re fully off the couch and near the door, that a worried sigh elicits itself from Gemma.

“Oh (Y/N),” she gasps, “think y’bleeding.”

“Don’t think I am,” you argue, “I’m fine, Gemma, really.”

“No (Y/N),” she insists, “mean it, s’all over the couch.”

You turn to look, ready to pick a fight, because you’re not bleeding. You can’t be, there’s no way. You’re already 5 months along, in love with this little bump, the happiest you’ve ever been. 31 days away from your third trimester. 31 is your lucky number.

But you see it. In fact you’re painfully aware of it, and upon looking at the grizzly scene on Gemma’s beautiful white sofa, you can feel a foreign dampness in your pants. And the pain is still there, clear as day and sharp as ever, that’s when reality sets in. So does panic.

“Can you call Harry now?”

Now you’re laying flat on your back, in a hospital in the city, an unfamiliar one. There are people chattering in the hallway, doctors congregating outside your hospital wing. All of it is white noise. It’s a little cold in here, and you start thinking about how you should’ve taken that grey knit sweater from Gemma earlier.

There’s a certain sense of loneliness, an indescribable kind of empty feeling. There’s nobody in the room right now, so it’s just you. Only you and your fleeting thoughts, as Gemma went to phone Anne outside of the room, and the both of you awaited Harry’s arrival.

“Harry’s on his way up,” Gemma reemerges, a sorry smile on her face, “should be in soon, okay?”

“Alright.”

The flatness in your tone, lack of emotion, it breaks her heart. And she knows that there’s not much to be said, nothing she says can help right now. It’s why she excuses herself quietly when Harry rounds the corner, hustling into the hospital room out of breath and flustered.

“Okay,” he sighs solemnly, “okay, s’alright. M’right here.”

“I’m so sorry.” You croak out, and his frown only deepens.

Sorry? He’s having a hard time believing the word just came from your mouth. He’s disappointed, sure, and undeniably heartbroken, of course. But there’s nothing for you to be sorry for, nothing you could have done to change the unlucky outcome of this. It makes his chest adopt a hallow ache, one thats worse than the ache that appeared earlier after receiving the news about the miscarriage over the phone.

He settles himself next to you, nestling himself between your body and the rails of the hospital bed. And he’s quick to hush you, quick to tuck a piece of hair hanging in your face to behind your ear, placing a kiss to your temple identical to the one he had given you earlier in the afternoon.

“Don’t want yeh t’carry this burden on y’own,” he murmurs kindly, “can’t fight fate, was jus’ meant t’be.”

“Didn’t want this to be my fate” Your voice is so small, and shaky, he swears he can feel his heart cracking.

The small, incoherent sniffle that comes from you is enough to break the heart in his chest. There’s so much he wants to say to you right now, so much he wants to do to make this less painful. But he knows none of it will help, none of it can cure the solemn feeling that’s enveloping you, enveloping him. So badly, he wants to take all this hurt from you and carry it himself, feel all your pain and sorrow so you don’t have to, but he can’t, and all he can seem to do that is right is hold you like he is.

“Gonna,” he exhales, shakily, “gonna put off these next couple ‘o shows. Take a little time off, just you ‘nd me, yeah? S’gonna work out, promise yeh.”

Lucky numbers return to being nothing more than a myth. Because you were sure now that 31 was the unluckiest number of them all.

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The Merman and the Pirate

Torgue lifted the creature up in his arms, holding him tightly. “We’re going to get ye all patched up, then take ye home!”

“Let me go!” The merman demanded loudly. “You can’t do this to me!”

“AH! HAHAHAHA! SO YE CAN SPEAK HUMAN TONGUE!” Torgue grinned wide. “PERFECT!”

The merman wiggled and tried to break free. “UNHAND ME AT ONCE! I WILL NOT BE MANHANDLED ONCE MORE!”

Torgue laughed again. “GOOD! YE’VE STILL GOT FIGHT LEFT IN YE! That will help ye heal!”

“I can heal on my own!” He tried to free his arms, but Torgue held him too tightly.

Torgue has just finished destroying a whaling ship, when his crew inform him of a wounded merman imprisoned on the wretched ship.

Written for HyperionHugo's birthday! Based off of this post I made that @hyperionhugo drew this picture of!

You can read this on AO3!!!

The breeze in the ocean was none like any other and Torgue could never get enough of it. He loved how it blew threw his hair as he stood on the bowsprit, breathing in the new day’s air. He knew today would be the day, he could feel it in his bones. They would catch up to those whalers and they would destroy them. They had lost them in a fog, but Torgue hadn’t gotten as famous as he was without knowing how to track a ship.

By mid day, the whole crew could see their target. Torgue ordered for everyone to get ready. They were to leave no one alive. The whaling ship tried to fire at them, tried to fend them off, but Torgue’s ship had advanced without hesitation, boarding them and destroying every last one of them.

He shot his harpoon that rested on his arm at the captain, spearing him in the heart. It was a weapon he’d made with a poetic justice. He stood at the helm while he received reports. There were only two casualties from their side. Each was a heavy loss and they carried the men back to the ship to prepare for a proper burial.

“Also,” his second in command said. “We… We’ve found something- someone, ye gotta see. He won’t let any of us close to ‘im.”

Brows quirked, Torgue followed them down to the prison cells. In one, through the open door was a man, curled in the back, eyes wide and angry. He held a knife and slashed wildly at them. As Torgue stepped closer, he could see the long, bloody tail that was the bottom half of the man.

“A MERMAN!” He removed his jacket, leaving him topless and handed it to one of his men. “QUICK! SOAK THIS WITH OCEAN WATER AND BRING IT BACK AS FAST AS YE CAN RUN! AND EVERYONE ELSE CAN LEAVE! WE DON’T NEED HIM MORE SCARED THAN HE ALREADY IS!”

The creature was parched, his color pale and sickly. Not to mention how hurt and malnourished he was. He looked fairly strong, but Torgue could see he would not survive in the water without his wounds treated. When his jacket came back, soaked and dripping with water, Torgue slowly went into the prison cell. He crouched low, showing off the jacket and reaching out to hand it to him.

The merman only jabbed at him with the knife. Torgue tossed the jacket on his tail and waited. The merman stilled, staring at the jacket as though it might attack him.

Quickly, while distracted, Torgue snatched the knife from the creature and tossed it out of the prison cell. “THERE, NOW I CAN REALLY HELP YE!” He grinned wide and advanced on the merman. There was a struggled, but Torgue was healthy and strong. He managed to get the jacket around the creature’s torso, effectively pinning him in it while letting the water soak into his skin. Torgue lifted the creature up in his arms, holding him tightly. “We’re going to get ye all patched up, then take ye home!”

“Let me go!” The merman demanded loudly. “You can’t do this to me!”

“AH! HAHAHAHA! SO YE CAN SPEAK HUMAN TONGUE!” Torgue grinned wide. “PERFECT!”

The merman wiggled and tried to break free. “UNHAND ME AT ONCE! I WILL NOT BE MANHANDLED ONCE MORE!”

Torgue laughed again. “GOOD! YE’VE STILL GOT FIGHT LEFT IN YE! That will help ye heal!”

“I can heal on my own!” He tried to free his arms, but Torgue held him too tightly.

“I know for a FACT merpeople cannot! BUT I LOVE THE SPIRIT YE’VE GOT!” Torgue carried him expertly up the stairs and across the planks to his ship no matter how much he struggled. He ordered a bath to be made from salt water. Torgue took the merman into his quarters where a basin was being filled.

The creature still continued to wiggle in his arms, almost getting loose once. He grinned, proud that he’d gotten that far and tried further. Torgue was glad for it, he’d seen many a merperson die from lack of will. He set the merman in the water, getting splashed as he slapped his tail down furiously.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes to help ye with yer wounds. My name is CAPTAIN TORGUE!” And he posed for the merman. “I AM A FRIEND TO ALL WATER DWELLING CREATURES! YE ARE SAFE ON THIS SHIP!” He bowed and left.

Hugo sat in the water, furious and terrified. He was furious that he’d been caught in the first place and now he was at the mercy of this human. He was hurt, he knew that, and knew that it would need proper care and time, but he wanted to be done with land-walkers. He could find a quiet uninhabited island and care for it himself there.

He touched the spot on his tail where the horrible captain had stabbed him with a harpoon to the deck of the ship to bask in his prize. It still gushed blood. He was starving and until now, he’d been dying of dehydration.

He’d heard about this captain, though. The new one. Torgue. All the whales adored him, singing songs about him in tribute to his kindness to them. Every merperson knew of the legend. They would consider it an honor to meet him. The songs never mentioned how incredibly large the man was, though.

It mattered not to Hugo, who just wanted free. He tried to lift himself out of the tub, but his arms shook and he fell back in, splashing water everywhere. He swore. He was strong and could fight a shark, but he couldn’t even get out of this confined space.

He huffed and stared out the windows Torgue had placed him by. At least he was in water now. He rested his head on the edge of the large basin. And at least the captain was easy on the eyes. He let the water seep into him for the moment, allowing himself this small second of weakness to drink up the water and rest.

When the captain returned, he had his arms full of bandages and cleaning supplies. “AH!” he smiled wide. “YE ARE ALREADY LOOKING MUCH BETTER!”

He watched Torgue, skeptically, as he set everything down and pulled up a seat next to the basin. He grabbed Hugo’s hand and rubbed it in his, inspecting it. Hugo tried to pull away, but the captain held firm.

“AYE! NOT SO PALE ANYMORE!” He laughed heartily. “THAT’S GOOD!”

Hugo pulled his hand away and this time Torgue let him. “I’ve heard about your booming voice,” he said turning his glare to the window, his voice lowering. “None of the songs do it justice.”

“SONGS?” Torgue asked, eyes wide. “Who’s singing songs about me?”

“Everyone, whales were the first,” he side-eyed Torgue. “Then, it spread throughout the ocean.”

“Well, son of Poseidon! What are they about?” He picked up a smaller stool. “Here, ye need to sit on this so I can bandage ye up.”

Hugo looked at it, his chest filling with anger and a wounded pride. “No.” There was no strength in him.

“OH RIGHT!” Torgue stood. “I’ll help ye!”

Before Hugo could say anything, Torgue’s large, muscular arm wrapped around his torso and pulled him up, bare chest pressing against him as Torgue slid the stool under Hugo and set him on it.

“There! It’s not ideal right now, since ye are still dehydrated, but we gotta patch ye up!” He grabbed Hugo’s tail and lifted it out of the basin and set it on the edge. The large gash was plain as day. “I should have killed him more slowly!” Torgue growled. He threw a towel into the tub, swirled it around and then set it on Hugo’s torso. “There! To keep ye wet!” It helped a great deal, though Hugo refused to admit it. Torgue looked over the hole in his tail, shaking his head. “This is going to take months to heal.”

Hugo glared out the window, hiding every wince caused by ointment and bandages. His whole tail needed to stay out of the water, which only made Hugo even more glum. He ignored Torgue when he brought freshly caught fish for him to eat, or when he checked the bandages and redressed them. He was starving though, and ate all that Torgue offered.

And yet, the captain kept talking to him, like nothing was wrong. Like Hugo was normal and not ignoring him. It was strange. All he’d ever had from humans were gasps and wonderment, or poachers, never an actual conversation.

“We’re heading back to where ye pointed on the map, but I’m afraid we’re going to be waylaid!” Torgue said one evening, a month later. Hugo had found himself slowly warming up to Torgue, cautiously joining him in conversations. The captain wanted to hear everything Hugo told him, another strange first for him, above or below the water. It had had the effect of softening Hugo up quite a bit to the man. “We’ve found one of the most prominent whaling ships and we’ve never had such an advantage as we do now. WE’RE TAKING IT!”

Hugo frowned, his heart suddenly pounding. “But what if they beat you?”

At that, the captain laughed heartily. “I’VE NEVER BEEN BEAT AND I NEVER WILL! NOT WHEN MY JOB STILL AIN’T DONE!” He smiled wide. “DON’T YE WORRY ONE BIT! THIS SHIP CAN HANDLE A LOT!” He winked and left the cabin.

It was in the middle of the night when Hugo heard the men getting ready. He looked out the window and saw the shadow of the other ship out in the distance. Torgue had walked him through what would be happening, but the tightness in Hugo’s chest still hadn’t lifted. What if they lost? He was here, open for the taking and he did not want to be captured again. That would mean the captain had been slain and that thought had his knuckles white, clutching the side of the tub.

He watched the ships row quietly, saw the men board and then the light of gunfire flashed several times. He had no idea who was shooting. His stomach twisted in knots as he watched helplessly. It was long and silent on the ship, his heart pounding every moment, even more so when he caught ships making their way back. Hugo, in a heap of panic, looked around him for something to defend himself with. The only thing in his reach was a steak knife, which he grabbed and waited, straining his ears.

“VICTORY!” He heard Torgue call. “TAKE US CLOSE AND OPEN FIRE! NO WHALING SHIP SURVIVES!”

A large grin spread over Hugo’s face. The captain was alive. Hugo was safe and the captain was alive. He tossed the knife to the ground and waited for the loud, large man to burst in. When he didn’t right away, Hugo frowned. Surly he hadn’t been forgotten? Was the captain drinking and celebrating with the men? Was he just to stay tucked away here without any news?

His tail flicked, annoyed. He winced at the rippling pain and flicked his tail again, his arms crossed. Glaring out the window, time passed. The ship caught fire and sank to the bottom of the ocean. And still, he was alone. It was quiet in the room, the darkness shrouding him, the unknown sinking further and further into his gut. He spent large amounts of time alone, but the captain usually spent his breaks in here, offsetting the silence.

When finally, the door opened, Hugo turned to glare at the captain, only for his eyes to widen. Torgue was helped into the room by his two closest ranking officers. One lit a candle and helped the captain into his bed.

He smiled at Hugo. “Sorry it took so long for me-” Torgue winced, his breath catching. “Got a little knicked…”

“A little? Captain, ye were stabbed. Yer lucky it didn’t hit anything major.”

“I’VE HAD WORSE! THE POINT IS THEY’RE ALL DEAD!” The captain coughed as he was sat down on his bed.

“Enough, get some rest.” His second in command turned to Hugo. “Make sure he stays in bed. He’s the worst patient.”

Hugo nodded, his eyes stuck on the captain. He’d been hurt protecting whales. The moment they were alone, Torgue left his bed, wincing horribly. He went to his desk next to Hugo, and looked at the map. He marked off where the ship was, scratching the name of it.

The merman glared at him. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I’m fine!”

“You’re hurt!”

“I’ve had worse!”

“That doesn’t mean you can just ignore this one!” Hugo snapped, his voice rising. He didn’t know why he was getting so upset, or why he was panicking, but he couldn’t stop himself. “If you ignore this, you could make it worse and is that really how you want to die? By infection because you were too stubborn to take some time off!?”

Torgue blinked. Hugo could see the bandage wrapped around his torso, and the blood stain. “Okay,” Torgue said quietly. He set the pen down and went back to his bed, where he stripped of his clothes and climbed in. He stared up at the ceiling. “I get extremely restless, ye know?”

“That makes two of us!” Hugo snapped.

The captain laughed. “All right! All right! Ye’ve got a point! If ye can sit in that tub patiently trusting me, I can rest for a few days.”

“Good!” He glared at the human, furious with how reckless he was.

Torgue eyed him for a long moment and then smiled and blew the candle out.

The days with Torgue were surprisingly very enjoyable. They talked about stories, adventures, and wild things they’d seen. Hugo puffed his chest out, loving how Torgue hung on his every word about anything under the sea.

“And what about Atlantis, hmm?” Torgue asked, having scooted Hugo’s basin closer so they could converse more plainly.

Hugo grinned mischievously. “Ah, the place every human is curious about.” He looked at his nails. “I s’pose I could give you an answer, since you did save my life and all.”

Torgue’s eyes were large. “Damn straight!”

A thought crossed Hugo’s mind. “Or, I could wait until you’re better.” He grinned.

The captain glared. “TIS BLACKMAIL!”

Hugo shrugged. “You’ve been so good already, this will ensure that you stay that way.”

Crossing his arms as he sat in bed, Togrue grumbled. “Don’t need no enticing if ye are here!”

Those words froze Hugo, and he stared, cheeks heating under his growing beard. He fumbled his words, which only caused more attention from the captain. Hugo could feel his eyes assessing and understanding what was happening and it killed him.

The captain smirked. “AH! I SEE! YE’VE GOT A CRUSH ON THIS OLD CAPTAIN, HAVE YE?”

Eyes wide, Hugo was mortified. The only thing he could think to do was scoop up some salt water and splash it at him. It only made things worse since Torgue bellowed gleefully.

“WELL! IT HAS BEEN A WHILE, BUT I’M STILL SPRY AND I DO HAVE ALL THIS PENT UP ENERGY!”

“STOP!” Hugo burst, unable to handle it. “Stop! I- it’s…” he sighed and looked out the window.

“Aww! I didn’t mean to embarrass ye! There’s never any need to be embarrassed when ye are attracted to someone! I’ve been attracted to ye for weeks and I’m not ashamed! Ye are handsome as all hell and ye are worried about my health!” He smirked at Hugo, his broad, bare chest puffing out dramatically. “BESIDES, EVERYONE I SAVE ALWAYS FALLS FOR ME, THEY JUST CAN’T HELP IT.”

Hugo found himself laughing despite himself and splashed the man again.

It did present a problem, however, with Torgue being there day in and day out, Hugo did not get any alone time. It had been easy to rub one off while Torgue manned the ship throughout the month that they’d traveled together. Now though, with Torgue confined to the same room and now the tub a foot away, it was impossible for Hugo to quell any urges.

It was the middle of the night and Hugo could not sleep. He could feel the tightness of his sheath and any movement rubbed against his dicks. He huffed silently, glaring out the window and then at his tail. At least he was healing very nicely, faster than any human. He took a rag and patted salt water over it, carefully and slowly making his way up to his torso.

He glanced sideways at the sleeping captain. Maybe if he was quiet enough…

Rubbing the soaked cloth over his sheath, he hissed quietly, his head falling back. His heart pounded at the horror of Torgue finding him out, and it only made him that much more sensitive. His eyes fell onto the captain, the covers kicked from his body, the moon shining on all the worked muscle. He bit his lip, unable to help inching his fingers to his slit where it leaked.

Through the darkness, he saw Torgue’s eyes blink open. Hugo froze. Torgue grinned. “If ye need release, ye just need to say so.” The captain sat up. “Would ye like privacy or company?”

Hugo’s eyes were wide. He could not believe how fast he’d been caught, and not only that, but Torgue was offering to give him company. He swallowed and looked at his tail. “I… can’t do much until my tail’s healed.”

“We both be imaginative,” the captain shrugged. “If ye want me to join ye, of course.”

Hugo could only nod. He was prickling with arousal and there had been many times he’d thought of the captain during an urge. He could not let this opportunity pass.

Nodding, the captain moved from the bed and knelt next to the tub. He reached his hand over to where Hugo’s had been. His fingers expertly slid into Hugo’s sheath, finding each tip of his cocks. He rubbed them, fingers immediately slick.

Hugo hissed, hands gripping the sides of the basin. “Have… Have you done this before?”

The captain smirked. “Just ye relax and let ol’ Torgue make ye feel better!” He coaxed the cocks out, his large hands easily wrapping around both at once. Hugo let out a guttural moan, his head falling back. His tail twitched as Torgue stroked him. The pleasure rippled through him, his quivering body sloshling water.

Suddenly, he felt the captain press his lips to him. Hugo melted, moaning into that kiss and clinging to the man’s neck tightly, kissing him urgently. He huffed, arching into Torgue’s hand.

“There ye go,” Torgue cooed. He kissed over Hugo’s neck and over his hairy chest. When he kissed Hugo again, his lips were salty and Hugo licked them, loving the taste. When Torgue moved back down, Hugo’s eyes widened and he gasped, watching the captain’s mouth suck both cocks in. His head bobbed, hair falling in the water.

The feel of the captain’s mouth pressing his cocks together overloaded Hugo and he came before he knew it, grasping at the man as the only signal he could. Torgue pressed a hard kiss to his lips as he stroked him to orgasm. He breathed against Torgue, his body prickling with the man’s touch.

“That was damn good!” Hugo huffed.

Torgue kissed him. “I’m glad.”

The next day it was as though Hugo woke from a dream. He was rested, and more satisfied than ever. He could still feel Torgue’s lips on his and it made him grin proudly. He glanced at the large man, sprawled over his bed, fast asleep where he could see the brash erection of the captain.

The merman’s eyes widened, an idea forming in his mind. He checked his tail. It was almost healed enough, and he now had his strength back. He pushed himself up as quietly as he could from the water. The sound did stir the captain, and his tired eyes peered at Hugo.

“What are ye doing?” he asked, voice thick from sleep.

“I was going to repay the favor…”

“T’was no favor,” Torgue grunted.

Hugo frowned, confused, still propping himself up in the basin. “I don’t understand.”

“I did it because I wanted ye. Do ye want me?”

He nodded. He had wanted the captain for a while now. “I do.”

A proud, wide grin shone at Hugo and the captain nodded. “Aye! Then come here!” In one movement, Torgue pulled Hugo from the tub to lay next to him and kiss him. “There! That’s a proper good morning!”

It caught Hugo by surprise, how gentle and warm the captain was. He held him close, hands smoothing over his skin and lulling him. He smiled and kissed him. “You were great last night.”

“Glad ye think so!”

Hugo’s hand wandered over the captain’s body, down, under the covers to his cock, still stiff from the morning. He tail lay next to Torgue’s legs, soaking the bed. The captain hummed happily at the touch.

“Don’t you think your men will be suspicious?” Hugo asked playfully.

“OF COURSE NOT! THEY’LL KNOW PLAIN AS DAY! THEY WILL NOT MIND!”

Torgue was warm in his hand, and his cock was solid where Hugo’s were soft and pliable. He scooted down to it, smirking as he took it in his mouth.

“Oh, that is good!” Torgue cooed. “Mmm, a little gentler, please, yes, ye be more than perfect!”

Hugo’s chest swelled with pride at Torgue’s words. His long tongue wrapped around the cock, its salt a new taste, but one he loved. He suckled slowly, savoring the taste and the moment. Torgue reached for him, taking his hand and holding it, his thumb smoothing over the skin. Hugo’s mind snapped to it, to such tenderness during something so intimate.

“Ye are so precious to me, Hugo.” The words sank into him like a ship in the ocean. He felt the soft touch of the captain through his body, churning inside him. “Ye mean more to me than any treasure to a pirate. Every ship I attack, I think of ye trapped and hurt and I want them all to burn.” He tugged Hugo up, pulling him into a hard kiss. It impressed upon Hugo how emotional the confession was, and how hard it must have been for Torgue to say.

Cheeks a furious red, Hugo did not know what to say. He had never been spoken to like that before. Torgue kissed his hand, eyes deep in thought. Hugo watched, transfixed. “I…”

“I just thought ye deserved to know my true feelings. Ye do not in anyway need to feel the same! Ye just deserved the truth!”

Hugo nodded and kissed Torgue slowly. He could not speak with the lump caught in his throat, but he could kiss and he could wiggle back down to place his mouth on the captain’s cock until he came beautifully. Hugo lapped it up, not wasting any drop, ignoring the knowing smirk from Torgue.

It was another few weeks before Hugo’s tail was healed enough. Torgue’s injury had long since gotten better, leaving Hugo with time alone to think. To think about what he would do once he was free. About where he would go. About leaving Torgue. His chest tightened at the thought of leaving the captain and he swore as he sat in the tub, staring out the windows. He already knew the answer and knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure how to say it.

The cabin door opened as the sun began to sink low. Hugo smiled when Torgue’s large arms wrapped around him, lips sizzling his skin moments later. “I brought dinner.”

Hugo leaned his head back to kiss him. “I’m glad you’re here. I have a surprise for you. Help me stand.”

Torgue took Hugo’s hands and hoisted him up. Hugo wobbled, but concentrated. Slowly, they watched as his scales began to fade, replaced with skin and hair. He smiled wide and looked for Torgue’s reaction.

“WHAT IN THE SEVEN SEAS!?”

“It’s something we can do only every so often. I haven’t been able to do it until today because I wasn’t healed enough.” He stood now on two legs. They were scared and scabbed, but he was human enough now.

“FOR HOW LONG!?”

“Until sunrise.”

Laughing heartily, the captain wrapped Hugo in a hug and pulled him out of the tub. Hugo wobbled, needing to hold onto Torgue, which suited both men just fine. They shared an excited kiss before Torgue gave him some light clothes to put on.

They sat down at the table, both men smiling at each other as they ate. “Well, what would ye like to do now that ye can walk?”

“I’d like to go on deck. I’ve only been able to look out the windows.”

“Aye!”

Torgue helped Hugo walk out of the cabin, where he met everyone for the first time. They all nodded to him cheerfully as they worked. The sun was mid sunset now and Hugo went to the side, the wind blowing through his hair as Torgue kept him steady.

“MY FAVORITE PART,” Torgue said, leading him to the front of the ship. “IS HERE, WHERE THE WIND CAN REALLY SAIL INTO YER BONES.” He held Hugo firmly as he led him onto the bowsprit. Hugo gasped at the strength of the wind, falling against Torgue.

The captain laughed loudly, wrapping his arms around him. Hugo could see the vast ocean, the sun painting it orange and pink. He could feel the fresh salt water on his face, calling to him. He smiled. Yes, he would return to it, but he would be different.

The sun sank lower and Torgue took him back to the cabin, locking the door and pulling Hugo into a kiss. Hugo stripped himself of his clothes, feverishly kissing Torgue. The captain brought him to the bed and lay him down, stripping himself of clothes. He kissed Hugo all over. Hugo sighed happily, his two cocks growing thick with each warm kiss. Torgue’s hand played with them. “I just love yer body, this and as a merman! Yer perfect!”

“You’re better than anything I’ve ever known.” Hugo moaned, his head falling back. Torgue caught that exposed skin, kissing over his neck. Unable to resist any longer, Hugo kissed him, arms and legs wrapping around his large body. “I am yours, Torgue, forever.” He whispered this against his lips, heart beating wildly in anticipation.

The man smiled proudly. “I WILL HONOR THAT AND MAKE YE PROUD IF YE WILL HAVE ME AND LET ME!”

Hugo kissed him furiously. “As long as there’s an ocean!” It had been the answer he’d hoped for.

He felt Torgue’s cock pressing against him and he gladly opened his hole. He may look look human, but his anatomy was not and never would be. Torgue slid in, making Hugo hiss and preen as his length and mass filled him. Torgue held him close, hips rocking slowly. He kissed over Hugo, savoring every inch of skin he could kiss.

“I must be blessed by the gods!” Torgue said against Hugo, watching the merman writhe slowly under him. “Ye are strong and handsome and good! I am the luckiest man alive!”

Hugo’s heart swelled with each word. He could feel it light as air, as though rising to the surface of the water. He kissed Torgue, pouring all the love inside him into the captain, moans breaking each kiss. Their bodies pressed so tightly together, it was easy to give his heart away. It left his body, the glow around them warm and red. It slid into Torgue’s chest, resting on his right side, in the unoccupied spot under his ribs. They gasped at the same time, one relinquishing and the other receiving. Their bodies crashed together, exploding in ecstasy. Torgue gasped loudly, his face digging into Hugo’s chest, his own body sensitive and over stimulated. He bucked wildly into Hugo, rubbing the two cocks together, the friction wonderfully unbearable. He clasped onto Hugo, hands pulling him close and digging into his flesh as he came hard and without warning. Hugo’s body jerked, spasming, both cocks shooting an orgasm that rocked the merman just as hard.

They breathed heavily, Torgue collapsed on top of Hugo. Hugo ran his fingers through the captain’s hair, smiling up at the ceiling. He could feel his heart, beating away inside of Torgue, calmly and happily. He kissed Torgue’s head, feeling Torgue’s heart beating wildly.

“What!?” Torgue gasped, after a long silence.

“I gave myself to you,” Hugo said plainly. “You now hold my heart.”

The captain looked at Hugo, eyes wide and searching. He rested his ear against Hugo’s chest, listening for a heartbeat. When there was none, Torgue sat on his elbow, eyes wide, brows furrowed in confusion.

Hugo laughed softly and placed his hand over the right side of Torgue’s chest. “You hold my heart.”

Torgue’s huge hand pressed over Hugo’s to feel his chest. When he felt a heartbeat, his fingers wrapped around Hugo’s hand. “Yer heart… Is inside me?”

“Now you’re catching on,” Hugo chuckled. “I am yours forever.”

“Hugo… I don’t know what to say! THIS IS THE MOST PRECIOUS THING ANYONE HAS EVER ENTRUSTED ME WITH!” He kissed Hugo’s hand and then Hugo’s lips, hard and passionate. “I WILL NEVER LET YE DOWN!”

“I know.”

Torgue pulled Hugo into his arms as they lay on the bed. “So, what does this mean? Can ye feel it still?”

“Yes, and yours. I will always know where you are and if you ever need me.” Hugo let his hands wander over Torgue’s body, memorizing it. “We are forever linked, my heart beats for you and yours for mine. Where one fails, the other will continue. When you die, I will die.”

“Why would you bind yerself like that to me? Ye needn’t have proved yer love like that.”

Hugo rested his head on Torgue’s chest. “It was not to prove anything, but a tradition. It is how we mate for life. I will want no other and need no other.” He looked up at Torgue and for the first time, he felt unsure and it twisted his gut. “If… If you need release from another when I cannot be here, it is-”

“UNNECESSARY! I WILL NOT NEED ANYONE ELSE!” He kissed Hugo. “YE ARE ALL I NEED. NEVER THINK ON IT AGAIN. MY HEART, MY SOUL, MY BODY WILL ALWAYS BE YERS! I’D GIVE YE MY HEART LIKE YE DID IF I COULD!”

Hugo laughed, straddling the captain, kissing him proudly.

Hugo awoke in Torgue’s arms. The sunrise was just peaking over the ocean. Hugo smiled, the smell of Torgue and the feel of him all around. He would change back into a merman soon. He felt the ocean calling to him. It was time to go. He kissed Torgue softly, waking him.

“It’s time, my love.”

Nodding, Torgue pulled his trousers on and wrapped Hugo in a blanket before picking him up in his arms. Hugo held onto the captain’s neck, kissing his jaw and neck as they left the cabin. Hardly anyone was on deck and they politely ignore the two.

Torgue rested him on the railing, kissing him. Hugo held him close as his legs began to revert back to a tail and fin. Torgue ran his hand over the scales, his eyes marveling the deep black and gold.

“I will see you again, soon,” Hugo promised.

“I know!” the captain’s voice was thick as he spoke. “Ye still need to show me Atlantis.”

Hugo laughed, kissing him deeply once more. He then jumped from Torgue’s arms and off the ship. The water enveloped him, welcoming him home. It would be different now, his heart no longer belonged to the ocean, but to a human. He could feel Torgue, both hearts beating happy and very madly in love with Hugo.

And it always would.

#Borderlands #Torgo #Mister Torgue/Hugo Vasquez #mister torgue high five flexington #hugo vasquez #Pirate au #Torgue the pirate #Hugo the merman #lemons #Light mention of Hugo's wounds

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hi-its-namjin-anon · 6 years ago

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Get Some Rest

Jin woke up early in the morning to a pounding headache and nausea practically overwhelming him. He clambered out of his bed and hurried into the bathroom, every step making his head throb. He’d barely dropped to his knees in front of the toilet when a thick, foul-tasting wave of bile forced its way up his throat. He gagged and retched, cringing at the sound of vomit splashing into the water. It was all he could do to keep the sounds he made fairly quiet so he didn’t wake the other boys. He kept throwing up, unable to stop no matter how hard he tried to hold it back, and he desperately hoped nobody else was awake. He had to be strong for them. He couldn’t be sick. Finally, after what felt like forever, it was over, and Jin drew a shaky breath and rested his forehead on the toilet seat. Tears were running down his face and his whole body was shaky and weak and his throat was burning and he just felt awful. After a moment, he pushed himself to his feet, nearly threw up again when he saw how utterly disgusting all the vomit looked, and then, after taking a moment to steady himself, he cleaned up and shuffled back to bed. His head still hurt, but he managed to fall asleep. “Jin-hyung,” a voice said, dragging him out of his slumber a few hours later. Jin groaned and blinked his eyes open to see Yoongi standing over him. He still felt like shit, but at least his headache had gone away. “Hi, Yoon,” Jin mumbled. “Go away. I wanna sleep more.” “No, hyung, you have to get up,” Yoongi said. “Busy day today, remember? We have dance practice and then-” “Oh, yeah.” Jin really didn’t want to do anything active, especially not first thing in the morning, but he didn’t have a choice. The group’s schedule was busy whether he liked it or not. He decided to just tough it out. He’d be okay. “Yeah. Come on, time to get up.” “Okay, okay.” Yoongi left the room, and Jin tried to muster up the strength to get out of bed. He ended up closing his eyes again, and the next thing he knew Namjoon was there, shaking him awake. “Jinnie,” the younger man said. “Come on, you need to get up. We’re gonna be late. Wake up.” He tugged Jin’s covers off and pulled him up into a sitting position. Jin groaned and wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s waist, burying his face in his boyfriend’s stomach. “I don’t wanna do stuff,” he mumbled. “I didn’t sleep well last night. What time did I go to sleep? One? I’m not sure. And then I woke up again and-” He broke off, remembering that he didn’t want to mention that he was sick. “Yeah. I’m tired.” “Aw, baby, were you practicing late again?” “Yeah.” “Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now, but tonight I’ll be sure to hold you and make sure you get enough sleep. You’ll feel better once you’re up and moving around, too. And then when we get home we can take a nap, alright?” He ruffled Jin’s hair affectionately. “For now you’ve gotta get up, though.” “Alright. I’ll get up.” And he actually did get up that time. The sick feeling in his stomach didn’t go away, and neither did the exhaustion that had settled itself over him like a weighted blanket. But he got ready and didn’t complain, even though the car ride was hell and he felt awful. If Jin thought the car ride was bad, dance practice was even worse. Every motion made his stomach churn and he was still so exhausted. He had gotten away with skipping breakfast by just pretending he’d had something, but he still felt sick. “Can we pause?” He asked after what felt like hours but was really only around thirty minutes. “I need to go to the bathroom.” “Yeah,” the instructor replied. “Go ahead.” Jin thanked him and left the room, and as soon as he was out he ran down the hall to the bathroom. He felt like he needed to throw up again. He collapsed halfway there, though, crumpling to the floor as his legs gave out. He stayed there for a minute, savoring the cool tile, and then he got up again and made his way - walking this time - into the bathroom. He locked the door and sat down in front of the toilet wanting to just get it over with, but nothing came up. He heaved a few times, but nothing happened. He just felt nauseous, he realized. He splashed some water from the sink on his face and returned to the practice room, and they resumed their rigorous dancing. After an hour, they had another break, and not a moment too soon, because Jin could already feel the nausea rising again. He hurried off to the bathroom, but Yoongi beat him to it. Desperate, he raced off and found an empty room, where he threw up in a trash can. Then he leaned back, gasping for breath, and wiped away his tears. He couldn’t get rid of the horrible taste in his mouth, but at least he looked okay and wasn’t about to puke in the middle of whatever choreography they’d be going over next. With a sigh, he hauled himself to his feet and returned to the practice room. “Jin,” Taehyung said. “Here, have some water. You look thirsty.” He held out a bottle of water, and Jin realized just how dehydrated he was, especially after vomiting twice. He hadn’t had anything to drink since the first round of sickness that morning. He gratefully accepted the water and downed it all at once. It made his stomach churn and gurgle unhappily, but he needed to stay hydrated. He made it through another hour of dance practice, although he felt like his legs would give out at any moment and the headache from that night was starting to return alongside the ever-present queasiness. As soon as they had another break, he headed for the bathroom again, but as he approached the door of the practice room he started to feel even weaker than before. Dizziness took over, and it took all his strength to keep from stumbling too obviously as he left the room. Once he was out in the hall, though, the dizziness suddenly increased tenfold, and the next thing Jin knew he was laying facedown on the floor. His head was spinning and when he tried to push himself up into a sitting position his arms gave out. Behind him, the door to the practice room opened again and someone stepped out into the hall. “Oh my god,” he heard Namjoon gasp. “Seokjin! Seokjinnie!” The rapper was suddenly kneeling by his side, looking horrified. “Namjoon,” Jin replied weakly. Namjoon rested a hand on his forehead but then pulled it back when he realized that Jin was still hot and sweaty from dancing so it would be hard to see if he had a fever. “Jinnie, sweetie, what happened? Are you okay? Why are you on the floor?” “I was walking and then suddenly I was on the floor and now I don’t feel strong enough to get up. I’m not feeling so good today,” he admitted, swallowing his pride and ignoring his desire to not be a burden. “Can you elaborate?” Namjoon asked desperately. “Uh, yeah,” Jin replied. “It started really early this morning when I threw up the first time, and then I went to sleep and then when I woke up I still felt bad and I threw up again during our last break and I still felt bad and now here we are.” “And you didn’t tell anyone?” “I didn’t want to be a burden…” “Jinnie, you gotta tell us when you’re not feeling good,” Namjoon said. “We’ve told you, you’re not a burden. Everyone gets sick. You just need to let us know.” He ran a hand through Jin’s sweat-drenched hair. “Here, let me get you some water. I’ll be right back.” He stood and hurried back into the practice room. “Guys, Jin’s sick,” Jin heard him say. “I found him in the hall on the floor.” “Is he conscious?” Jimin asked. “Yeah. He told me this started early this morning and he’s thrown up twice. I don’t know what’s wrong but it sounds like he fainted just now.” Namjoon returned with a bottle of water in his hand. The other members and their dance instructor were following him, and they all knelt beside him. “Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon said, “run and get him a damp paper towel or something for his face. Instructor-nim, can you grab a fan? Hoseok, go let someone else know, okay? Jimin and Tae, stay here. Yoongi, go grab some more water.” Everyone hurried off to do as they were told, and Namjoon lifted the water he was holding to Jin’s lips. Jin gladly drank it, savoring the feeling of the cold liquid in his mouth. Taehyung ran a gentle hand through his hair and Jimin rubbed his back. Yoongi returned with two more bottles of water, and then he rested a cool hand on Jin’s forehead. The dance instructor came back with an electric fan. Tears started to roll down Jin’s cheeks, dripping onto the floor. “Oh, Jinnie, don’t cry,” Namjoon murmured. He gently wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “You’ll be okay.” “I’m just causing problems for y-” Jin cut himself off with a violent gag, and the next thing he knew he was coughing and practically choking on bile and water. Taehyung and Yoongi helped him prop himself up on his arms, holding him up as he heaved and retched and vomited on the floor. The dance instructor hurried off to grab a trash can, but by the time he returned Jin had already gotten everything out of his stomach. Jungkook returned with a handful of damp paper towels, and Namjoon took a couple and used them to wipe up Jin’s lips and chin. “We should get him to a hospital,” Yoongi said. “He doesn’t look so good.” “Yeah,” Namjoon agreed. “Let’s wait for Hoseok to get back and then we’ll figure everything out. Hey, hey, Jinnie, don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.” Hoseok returned, followed by Bang PD-nim and a pair of young women Jin recognized as some of the medical staff members. Namjoon explained the situation and they quickly looked over Jin. When they couldn’t find what was wrong, they advised the group to take him to the hospital. Jin ended up sitting in the back of PD-nim’s car, cradled in Namjoon’s arms. Namjoon had him drink a few sips of water periodically so he would stay hydrated, and eventually they made it to the hospital, where it was determined that Jin was just seriously overworked, that he was so exhausted his body couldn’t function right, and that he’d be okay as long as he got some rest as soon as possible. Namjoon texted the other boys, who had stayed at the studio on the orders of the staff, and told them that everything was fine and he’d be going home with Jin. Thirty minutes later, Jin was curled up in his bed, cuddled up against Namjoon. The younger man’s arms were warm and comforting, making Jin realize just how tired he really was. His bones suddenly felt like lead, but Namjoon was there. Namjoon was helping him to feel better. “You gonna be okay, baby?” Namjoon asked, running a hand down Jin’s spine. “Yeah, I think so,” Jin replied. “I hope so.” “Good. Get some sleep now, okay? And try to limit your late-night dance practice sessions in the future.” He pulled Jin closer and started humming, and despite the fact that Jin still felt sick and tired and all-around awful, he finally drifted off into blissful unconsciousness.

#emeto #emetophilia #vomiting #fainting #sick seokjin #i'm a sucker for sick jinnie okay i'm sorry #fic uwu #namjin #exhaustion #poor jinnie

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splatteredfandoms523 · 7 years ago

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A Cute Little Pizza Party

(I thought I’d try out a little story with some Iplier dads and little green Septic children. This is my take two on this story as the first time I wrote this, my laptop crashed.)

It’s been quite the day at the Iplier house, with meetings and plans to keep everything going and in check. Dark and Wilford were talking over plans to either go run errands themselves or send Google or Bim to run to the grocery store to keep the house stocked. But then, there’s a knock on the door. Nobody ever knocks on the door.

Bim Trimmer happens to be closest to the door and he opens it.

“Uhm, Dark....! Can you and Wil come here for a second???“ Bim stutters, unable to comprehend how this all came to be.

Dark and Wilford look over, and their eyes get as big.

“How in the he-?“ Dark tries to get out his sentence, but he just can’t. He’s speechless.

“Oh Dark! Look at how cute they are! And look at this little green haired one! I don’t think we should leave them out there all on their lonesome,” Wilford coos, picking up a child with a little suit and bow tie, “This one doesn’t have green hair, but this is has gotta be my favorite!“

Dark rubs his temples, “Fine, we can bring them inside, but then I need a full Iplier meeting in the living room. Then, we can meet and watch there little children,” He sighs and picks up the small glitchy child.

Bim hurries to grab Google, Bing, King, Doc and Host. He doesn’t think it would be a great idea to grab Yandere or Ed just yet. But for everyone he does bring with him, their reactions say it all.

“How did these little children appear on our doorstep? Do we know where they came from? Do we even know their names?“ Google is surprisingly the first to ask these questions.

Everyone looks dumbfounded at these children until Dark speaks up.

“Hello children. What are your names?“ He asks.

They each pipe up individually saying their names are Marvin, Chase, Anti, Henrik, Jackie, and one doesn’t talk at all, but Henrik tells them that his name is Jameson and that he was born mute.

“I dunno how we got here, but I’m scared,“ Chase whines, asking for someone to hold him. Google begrudgingly picks Chase up as Dark has Anti, Wilford has Jameson, Doc has Henrik, Bing has Marvin, and Bim has Jackie as all of them had started to cry. Dark had no idea what to do, but he looked at Wilford and Doc and mimicked their bouncing. It came pretty naturally to him.

Even all of the children, none of them older than 5, calmed down. Jameson, being the youngest and therefore needing the most sleep, had already passed out on Wilford, making him smile. Chase and Marvin were already asleep in their new robot friends’ arms too, making Bing smile and Google freeze.

Google has no idea how to handle these newfound emotions and this newfound desire to protect this child, as he looks so helpless in his arms. Bing just smiles as he understands emotions more than Google.

“Hey, Google. You should grab a blanket for the child. He’s shivering,“ Dark snaps Google out of it.

Google slowly reaches for a blanket, careful not to wake Chase as he searches how to wrap a child in a blanket on his holographic screen. Wilford notices as Google wraps Chase up and giggles, only to see Google turn red. Bing laughs as he also wraps up a shivering Marvin, not taking notice of how skinny he is.

“Okay, Google, Bing. I need you to take the sleeping children to the spare room. There they can sleep on the bed in there. Wilford, I need you to put that small child in there, too,“ Dark instructs them, earning a little whimper from Wilford that he ignores.

Google, Bing, and Wilford head for the spare room, and then Doc perks up as he hears Henrik start coughing. He feels Henrik’s forehead, looking concerned.

“Dark, I need to take Henrik to my clinic. He’s running a fever, and don’t worry. I’ll take care of him,“ Doc says to Dark as he power walks to the clinic with Henrik, not giving Dark much of a choice in the matter.

At least I can trust him to take care of that child. Unlike a certain cotton candy killer I know. Dark thinks to himself.

Dark turns his attention to a fussy Anti that he keeps bouncing on his knee. Bim is bouncing Jackie when he hears Jackie’s tummy rumble. Then, he realizes how skinny Jackie really is.

“Dark, look at how skinny they are. Anti is just as skinny as Jackie here. We should get some food for them,“ Bim looks concernedly at Jackie, Dark, and Anti, “Hey, buddy. What kind of food do you like?“ Bim asks Jackie.

“Ooooo I like pizza! With ‘ronis, please!“ Jackie beams.

“Do you want pizza? When was the last time you ate?” Dark asks Anti.

“I want pizza!“ Anti shouts, but he gets quiet at his next response, “Been a long time, Henny made us walk a long way until we got here. He tell us that no one will hurt us here.”

Anti starts to cower a little as Dark looks appalled, “No one will hurt you here. You are safe here. I will see to that. Now. Bim,” Dark says, turning his attention to Bim and Jackie, “Please go see to it that Google orders some pizza for all of these children. Don’t let Bing do it or he’ll order way way too much.”

Bim looks at Dark the Jackie before he smiles, “Alright! Are you ready to go on an adventure with me, Jackie? We’re gonna go to Google land to order as much pizza as you want, okay?”

Jackie smiles and giggles, “Yeah! ‘Ventures!”

They take off for the spare room to find Google when Wilford comes back in the living room, just to see Anti start to relax on Dark. Wilford giggles and smiles, only for his expression to drop a bit when he sees the concern on Dark’s face.

“Wil, these children haven’t eaten in days.They’re even afraid that we’ll hurt them. How did they end up at our doorstep? Why us?“ Dark frets over the children, “At least Bim is ordering pizza for them with Google and Doc is taking care of the Henrik one and three of them are asleep.“

Wilford frowns, “Well, they don’t have to worry anymore. We got ‘em,” He puts a hand on Dark’s shoulder as he sees Anti glitch a small bit ,”And it looks this little one is either shaky or maybe glitching? Maybe Google could help you with that. Or Doc, but you said he had one of the kids in his clinic, so Google would be your best bet.”

Dark sighs, holding Anti close, “Maybe I’ll show him to Google later, but for now, I need to talk to Doc, but Wil, when the pizza comes can you pay for it for me?”

Wilford nods as Dark hands him his card and heads out with Anti. They make their way into Doc’s clinic to see Doc tending to a sleeping Henrik.

Doc notices his entrance, “His fever has gone back down, at least. But he’s severely dehydrated and needs food.”

Dark nods,”That was precisely what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to tell you that I sent Bim to order pizza with Google’s help for these children.”

Doc smiles a bit, “Then when pizza gets here, I’ll wake up this little one. But, for now, I’m letting him sleep with the IV drip to get him hydrated and let him rest off that fever.”

Anti looks at Henrik with sad eyes, and Dark notices, “It’s alright. He is in good hands with Doc. But in the meantime, would you like something to drink?”

Anti looks up at Dark, “Yeah, do you have juice?”

“I’m sure we do. Let’s -“ Dark is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, “I guess we should go get some pizza instead, but we can get juice too.“

Anti smiles, and they head to the kitchen, where Wilford has a tall stack of pizza boxes in his arms. He proceeds to slide them from his arms to the kitchen table.

“Well, I’m assuming Bing made this order,“ Dark comments as he has Anti choose what kind of pizza he wants.

Everyone else files into the kitchen, each of the children picking out their pizza before anyone else gets any. The kids are get set down by the coffee table in the living room, besides Jameson. He was clinging to Wilford and wouldn’t be put down, so Wilford just got his pizza whilst holding him and smiling.

Dark pulls Google aside after a few minutes, “Google, how are we going to put all of these children to bed? That spare room is definitely not enough room for all of them. But, I think Doc is keeping Henrik with him for observation, so that’s one less child to worry about, but that still leaves five children.”

Google looks around, “We could always let one or two of them sleep on the couch or in someone else’s room, depending on the someone, but I for one would like to have the little one with the hat in my room tonight.”

Wilford invades their conversation while holding Jameson, “Google. I didn’t think you could handle children. But, if you get the one with the snapback hat in your room. I want this one,” He gestures to the little happy, shy boy he’s holding, “in my room with me. I got a plan to give ‘im a little bed for himself and everything.”

Dark chuckles, “I guess we have no where else to put them tonight, so I will allow it. But, the little green one is mine, and that still leaves us with the cat mask one and the superhero one. I forget their names.”

Bim joins in on the conversation too, “Well, the little superhero can be my sidekick, if you let me.”

Google looks over at Bing, who’s watching the children while they eat, “Bing would probably take the cat mask one as his cuddle bug if you let him, and I would make sure that he behaved.”

Dark gives. “Alright, you got me. But-” He stops everyone from running to their perspective children, “I don’t want hear a word out of any of you once I get Anti to sleep. If you wake him or me up, it will not be a pleasant morning for you.”

They took his warning seriously, and once everyone went off into their rooms for the night, after cleaning up pizza plates, no one made much noise. Soon, all you could hear was calm, steady breathing and snoring. So, the chaotic day comes to an end.

@save-jacksepticeye @hufflepufftrax @jamesondaily

#septicchildren AU #markiplier #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #markiplier egos #darkiplier #antisepticeye #wilford warfstache #chase brody

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