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milliesfishes · 6 months ago

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hello! i am so obsessed with your writing- thank you for feeding my obsessions.

could you write an imagine where reader catches the same disease that killed billy’s mother and his brother (i think it was typhus or something like that) but she ends up surviving it? or if you’re feeling extra angsty maybe she doesn’t survive it, whatever your feeling. love your work!!

thank you so much anon!! ౨ৎ꣑ৎyou become dangerously ill and billy takes care of you౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Above all things, Billy feared illness.

It was the one thing he couldn't truly protect you from, the one thing he couldn't fight off or intimidate. No gun could still an ache or fever. No connection could ensure you were well for the rest of your days.

When he wakes up one day and you don’t immediately stir with him, Billy grew concerned. Usually, you woke right as he did.

Reaching a hand over, he brushed your cheek, frowning when he felt how hot your skin was. You made a strained little noise, and he sat up quickly.

“Baby? Ya feelin’ alright?” he touched your forehead. Just as warm as your cheek. “Think you’ve got a fever, honey.”

Nodding slightly, you leaned into his touch, his cool hand a soothing thing. When you opened your eyes, Billy could see how weary you were.

Panic surged through his body. Sick…how could you have gotten sick? He watched your health obsessively, waking up in the night to make sure you were still breathing.

And now here you were, feverish and sickly before him, looking pale, not well at all. Immediately he sprung up, going to the kitchen and tearing through the cabinets for medicine, anything.

By some miracle he found something in the back with just a few drops of liquid left. He wasn’t sure if it’d be enough, but he figured something was better than nothing.

He spoon fed the medicine to you, grimacing along with you as you swallowed, knowing the taste must be awful. “I know, baby. I know.”

Getting back into bed, he tried to soothe you into sleep, watching helplessly as your fever made you thrash. He held you tightly. “Oh, honey…honey…”

The day was long, arduous. He nursed you carefully, hoping and praying that you would pull out of it, that your body would fight the sickness coursing through you.

But it didn't. When he got out of bed in the morning and you didn't, he knew there was more to it.

He called the doctor, who grimly diagnosed your situation. With a gut lurch, he realized it was the same illness that killed his brother and mother both. Their fate was set in stone, past and gone. But he'd be damned if he lost you the same way.

You were the pinnacle of his existence, the center of his universe. If you slipped through his fingers too, there was no telling how desolate he would be. There's no way he would ever love again. You were the end all be all, the love of his life if there ever was one.

With a heavy heart, he remained by your side. It was so hard, watching you suffer the way you did, the grips of a fever your constant companion.

Billy obtained more medicine and made sure you consumed it, along with soup he prepared for you daily. He hardly left your side, offering his body as a pillow for you to rest upon. When you were lying on him, you hardly stirred. Every morsel of his attention was on your recovery, which seemed a light far in the distance, sometimes flickering.

The doctor wasn't hopeful. He prescribed medicine and rest, but there wasn't much else to do. After his visits, when you were fast asleep against Billy, your head on his chest, he'd allow himself a tear or two. It was a harrowing realization that you, the dearest love he'd ever known, weren't invincible. Though you were his gravity, you weren't unsusceptible to mortality's.

"You've gotta get better, sweetie," he murmured against your hair one night. "Baby...I need you. Need ya bad. Ain't no point in bein' good withoutcha. Withoutcha there isn't any good."

There was no response. Lately you'd been slipping in and out of consciousness, but mostly out. He hadn't heard more than a few words from you daily.

He stroked your hair, murmuring things into your hair that he hoped could be heard through the veil of your hazy mind. Death. It was an intimate thing. It crept into your waking mind and took until it was all you could think of. The momentum of it was braced by how swiftly it acted.

Now, Billy let himself think of what it would be to lose you. He saw pictures flash before his eyes.

Standing by your grave. Scattering the soil the way his mother always did. You would've liked his mother.

Coming to an empty house every day. Turning to the drink to avoid the loneliness of it.

Turning in the street every time he saw someone your height, or with your hair. Maybe even when he heard someone say your name, but their saying it was directed at someone else.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he saw it all dance before his eyes. He hadn't let himself fully cry yet, especially when he had you in his arms like this. But it was all crashing over him like a tidal wave, and he felt his resolve crumble.

Bowing his head, Billy buried his face in your hair, a quiet sob escaping him. Tears fell like rain, and he had a sudden fantasy that they would heal you. It turned to dust and scattered with the wind.

He fell asleep that night like that, holding you tight to him as if you'd disappear in the morning.

When he opened his eyes, the sunshine was filtering through the window, and he mumbled to himself for a moment, stretching out his arms and reaching for you.

His hand met empty sheets.

Panic coursed through his body, and he shot out of bed, running a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. Had his worst nightmare come true? Had the angels truly come for you, untangling you from his arms when he'd tried so hard to hold on tight. He shut his eyes and prayed harder than ever, only opening them when he heard a rustling in the kitchen.

Racing out, he nearly hit the wall, holding the side of it to come to a stop. There you were, sitting at the table and watching the window, wearing one of his shirts and sipping a cup of tea as if mere hours ago you hadn't been fighting for your life.

Billy let out a strangled sound, and moved forward, collapsing at your feet and hugging you around your waist, burrowing his face in your lap. Your thighs were bare, cool. No longer stricken with fever.

Your fingers touched the top of his head, and he could practically hear your smile. "Oh, Billy..."

"You're here, you're here, you're here," he said over and over into your tummy. "Baby...oh, my baby. You're here. Didn't lose ya...didn't..."

His rambling trailed off into nothing, and you kissed the top of his head. For a moment, he wondered if his tears really had healed you.

Looking up, he sat up straighter, pulling you gently out of your chair and into his lap, hands searching every part of you, making sure it was real, not some trick of the light or the mind.

You let him, a soft smile on your face. Billy had told you of his past experience with illness, and all he'd lost due to it.

But he didn't lose you. He'd taken fate by the reins and steered it the other direction

When he was done with his examination, he just hugged you tight around your middle, remaining gentle due to the fact that you were still recovering. "My baby. Never lettin' ya go again. Might accidentally drag ya right down t' hell with me."

You giggled, and the sound rejuvenated him. "Billy. That's a long way off. Besides, who's to say I'm not dragging you to heaven?"

That was his girl. Happy and bright and beautiful in every way. He hid his face in your collarbone, unsure if he'd let you get up. "M' sweet girl. You're a wonder, you are. Only you'd take a wanted man to heaven." Billy pressed a kiss to where he was buried against you. "I've had enough heaven for a lifetime from every second with you."

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benedictscanvas · 2 years ago

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omggg in my fluffy needing comfort era and i LOVE how you write jamie tartt x reader- could i make a request for jamie x chronically ill reader where he is just really supportive and loving with someone who is long-term sick? ♥️♥️

of course, my love. thank you for the kind words. i tried to make this as vague as possible so people can relate in their own ways. sending you love! <3 | gn!reader, 1.2k words, tw chronic illness & pain, language

You'd just about managed to get your hair how you wanted it to look for the evening, with minimal swearing for once. Jamie was sat on the bed waiting for you, he'd been ready for a good few minutes now, but you were still reluctant to emerge. There was a wave of pain undulating through you that you were trying to ride out in silence without alerting your boyfriend.

"Y' alright, love? No rush, I wanna be fashionably late anyways," he said from the next room, raising his voice so that it reached you through the closed door. You hardly ever closed doors around each other, so you should have known he'd be worried.

The pain wasn't dissipating, so you took a few deep breaths before stepping out into the bedroom with a smile that you hoped was normal.

"Sorry, my hair wasn't co-operating," you say, tilting your head as you take him in. Navy trousers, white shirt, brown jacket. He looked effortlessly gorgeous, even if he had one more button undone than you would have suggested. Some things didn't change, "You look so good, Jamie."

"Me?" he said incredulously, standing up and huffing out a breath of disbelief, "You look...fuck. I'm not good enough with me words for this."

His hands gesture aimlessly down your outfit and you feel a real smile blossoming under his attention. You take his hands in yours and place them on your waist, stopping his flapping from going further.

"I like your words just fine. And your face," you add with a grin that he returns, curling his fingers into the fabric he's found. A new wave of pain crests and you try your hardest to keep it off your face, but don't think about how your body must tense under his touch. His whole face crumples.

"Ah shit," he murmurs, running his hands down your arms to interlace your fingers together as he takes a step closer, "Why didn't y' say anythin' babe?"

"About what?" you ask pathetically, watching him fix you with a look that said 'cut the shit'.

"Cut the shit," he said, clearly deciding the look wasn't enough, "We agreed, babe, you tell me if it's a bad day so I can help. Or at least try to. Thought we were in a good place with it."

Your heart aches. He really does hate it when you keep your pain to yourself, even though you're not sure he yet understands just how much pain you would be sharing if you shared all of it. You'd been dating for six months, but still wanted to be careful not to scare him off.

"I am. I promise, Jamie, I do tell you it's just..." you struggle for a good explanation that doesn't create any pity in him, "Tonight's big, you know? I want to be a proper girlfriend and I want to burst into tears and kiss you stupid when they call your name for that award."

There is a little bit of pity in his eyes when you've finished, so you can't have done a very good job of it. He squeezes your hands tightly in his.

"Can't say it many more ways," he says softly, "But y' gotta believe that you are me priority, gorgeous. Jus' wanna look after you, y' know. I wanna be a proper boyfriend too."

You'd never thought about it that way. Another wave of pain hits and Jamie's instantly stroking your temple when your eyes clench shut. You feel his lips on the opposite side of your head as he whispers sweet little comforts in your ear.

If it wasn't so painful, maybe you'd be more willing to argue the point with him. It would have to be a battle saved for later, because lying down was the only option for the moment. You could feel the sting of tears; it couldn't have been a worse time for a flare up.

"I'll be there for every other award you win," you say forcefully, but you can't bring yourself to promise. Sometimes you worry you can't promise him enough, but then you see the way he looks at you as he leans backwards again and a lot of that worry falls away.

"You're way too sure that I'm winnin' this award, by the way," he says, a little bashful. It was one of your favourite versions of him, "I'm up against quality."

"None of that. The most creative player in the league this season was you. Hands down. I think you know that really."

He nods, but doesn't look sure still. Then he's stepping away from you as he shrugs off his jacket, throwing it onto the back of a chair and flopping down on the bed.

"Come on then, love. We can fit in a quick episode of whatever you want before the ceremony's on TV."

You stare at him.

"What?"

"Well I'm not fuckin' going without you," he laughs, like that was never an option, "Duh. I'd be bored shitless. I know you need to lie down, babe, come on."

He holds out a hand to you. You take it, still dazed by the sudden turn of events, let him pull you onto the bed and into his arms on top of the covers.

"There we are," he breathes, pressing kisses into the top of your head, "Perfect. We'll have a much better evening bein' able to laugh at Roy makin' a fool of himself for the cameras from 'ere, right?"

Coming back to your senses, you pull yourself out of his arms for a moment so you can look at him properly. He's been acting normal up until now, but when he sees the tears in your eyes, his whole face softens.

"Let's not argue right now, love, please," he begs, "Wanna take care of you, so jus' let me. We can talk about it tomorrow."

"Your award..." you choke out, but he shushes you.

"Will be waitin' for me at the club tomorrow. Me speech would have been fucked anyway, so there's nothin' to miss out on."

There's no room for argument in his voice. It's as firm as it is comforting. Relenting as the pain hits once again, you snuggle back into his arms, kissing whatever parts of him you can reach.

"Like my guardian angel," you say, trying not to sound so teary, "So grateful for you, Jamie. Love you so so much."

"Yeah, yeah, love you too," he says, brushing you off as you expected but with fondness in his tone as he pulls you even closer.

"Hey...you just said the award would be waiting. You're finally admitting that you're definitely getting it?"

He chuckles.

"Course I'm getting it. That award's mine, babe," he says, cocky smirk firmly on his face that you can only see in the reflection of the TV. Then he gasps, comically, "Do y' think they'll make Roy do me speech?"

You gasp right back, already feeling better.

"Yes! If you put it on now, we might be able to see him flip people off on the red carpet beforehand."

Jamie grins as he struggles to reach the remote and turns the TV on.

"Fuckin' genius, you are."

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please see this post if you would like to request your own roy/jamie drabble!! closing soon <3

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ugotcooneycrossed · 2 years ago

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if i find you in this lifetime (it better be the right time)

alessia russo x reader

w/c: ~1.8k

part 3 of 'what can i do'

pt1: what can i do / pt2: so you feel it too?

a/n: girlie pop decided to break hearts so im mending them- enjoy😭

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Watching her leave hurts- it’s a deep aching that settles low in your stomach and pushes up into your chest and you suddenly feel ill- like you can’t breathe without her here.

The thought that you’ve lost Alessia forever- your person- your sun, stars, and moon- your world. It’s enough to send a wave of nausea all over you again.

It’s not her leaving that hurts, no- what hurts more, is the silence that comes after- it’s radio silent between you two for a while.

In all your time knowing her, you’ve never not talked to each other- whether it be a quick good morning text, or a long conversation during nights before games, where you’re both too nervous to sleep. You always talk.

But now? Now, you’re too afraid to text her to ask if she’s okay, or that you’re sorry and you wish you could take it all back, that you never should have said anything. Because you would rather keep on lying than tell her the truth.

You give her the time she asks for- you wait for her to text you first. She doesn’t though.

Not a single call, text, voice memo- hell, you’d take a letter in the mail at this point- but nothing ever comes.

Suddenly it feels like you’re thirteen again- just having confessed to your best friend you found girls pretty- and then experiencing the most soul shattering heartbreak a thirteen-year-old can feel.

This time though- it feels about ten times as worse.

Knowing she had loved you too- knowing that she was just waiting for you to say something.

You wish you would’ve said something sooner- or nothing at all, you don’t know anymore.

You can’t think. You can’t feel- without her.

When you think of Alessia you’re reminded of home- it’s the only way you can explain it.

The way her smile send a wave a warmth through your body- till you feel your heart swells with love.

The way her touch causes your skin to heat up- goose-bumps trailing after her fingertips.

Maybe it's the way Alessia always seems to catch your eye in a crowded room. Maybe, it's the way she always personally seeks you out in a crowd. Maybe even, it's the way she gently links your arms together- no matter where, or how far you're walking.

Maybe it's just her.

Something about her makes you crazy- it makes your heart beat a thousand times faster, and stop in your chest all at the same time.

She’s your everything.

You can only hope that you’re hers too

She’s your everything.

And now you have nothing.

Your saving grace comes in the form of Ella- and not Leah and it leaves you confused, if not a bit hopeful.

I mean if her best friend’s coming to speak to you, it might be something good.

“Hey (y/n).”

Ella on her part- doesn’t let any emotions show, her voice is even and she looks at her feet when she speaks.

“Um hey Ella. How’s-“

“She’s fine. Can I come in?”

You step aside to let her in- looking behind her, craning your neck in hopes that Alessia just might be lurking somewhere behind her.

She’s not.

“Look- I just came here to tell you that she’s fine, she just needs more time.”

“More time? I mean, how much more are we talking, I feel like I’m drowning here Tooney.”

“How do you think she feels?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat- stepping away from the other girl. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest and you want to curl up and scream.

“Right.”

It’s the only word you can muster, and you whisper it- looking down at the ground to avoid Ella’s eyes.

Ella looks around your apartment and suddenly you feel insecure- there’s tissues scattered everywhere and probably a concerning amount of take out boxes piled in the kitchen.

“Just some advice yeah? Talk to her- well, let her talk first, but just talk to her. I shouldn’t really be saying anything but, she loves you, and I know you love her too.”

“Thanks, Tooney.”

“Yeah of course.”

Ella nods her head at you, and shuffles closer to your front door- she keeps her hand on the handle and you watch an internal battle play out on her face.

“Maybe give her a call?”

Ella leaves after that.

You’re left alone in your apartment once again- but instead of a deep heart ache that settles in your chest, it’s a glimmer of hope.

You don’t call Alessia- you put off the task for a while, still too nervous to even look at her caller ID without panicking.

Instead, you focus on cleaning your apartment- getting rid of the tissues and take away boxes, you’re just glad Tooney couldn’t see in your fridge, if she did, she would’ve seen the extra dessert you ordered Alessia- her favourite from the place you always order from when she comes ‘round.

You know- just in case.

The sun has long gone down by the time you’re done cleaning and you settle into bed after- only now looking at your phone.

Missed Call from ‘lessi love’

Your heart sinks in your chest and you drop your phone in your panic to call her back. All this time waiting for anything and you miss her call by three minutes. Idiot! You open the phone app and your finger hovers over the call button- should you? What if she’s mad, you missed her call?

In your time spiralling over what to do. You get a text from her shortly after.

lessi love to ‘You’

-> hey- I know you’re probably busy and want nothing to do with me anymore, but I’d really like to talk

You to ‘lessi love’

-> lessi I would love to talk

lessi love to ‘You’

-> mine? tomorrow?

You to ‘lessi love’

-> i’ll be there

You’re scared of a lot of things in this life.

Spiders.

Snakes.

Birds flying at you when you walk under trees.

And the one girl you’ve truly loved in this world not loving you back.

You’ve had some pretty tough days- and Alessia, has stuck by your side through them all.

She’s been there when you were at your lowest- she’s been there even on the worst kind of days.

The worst day though? Was watching her walk out of your apartment crying.

A million scenarios ran through your head- but her leaving? It never crossed your mind.

Because how dare you love her- the way she deserves to be loved.

It sounds ridiculous to be so enthralled by someone- so hypnotised by just one person.

You know.

You’ve come to terms with it now though- even if Alessia decides she doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

You’d be okay with that.

You have had the time of your life with her, and you cannot possibly wait your whole life for her- no matter how tempting that sounds.

You feel like a creep- pacing outside Alessia’s apartment, you wipe your hands nervously on your pants and smooth your hair out over again and again.

You must look like a complete and utter fool right now.

The door swings open and you stumble over your feet to stand still.

Alessia looks- well, she looks tired, she’s got bags under her eyes and when she speaks, her voice is hoarse.

“Hey (y/n).”

“Hi Lessi.”

You whisper- eyes softening and face warming up again.

Your resolve to ‘play it cool’ disappears and your chest fills with anxiety again.

You both stand apart from each other- just staring at one another.

Alessia raises her arms up and takes a small step forward.

“Can I have a hug? Please?”

Alessia’s voice cracks and she sounds like she wants to cry again- you must take a while to respond because you watch her face fall, and arms slowly drop again.

Before you can think you dive towards the other girl- arms slotting right under her arms and gripping her shoulders. Her strong arms find their home on you, and she wraps her arms around you.

You both stand in her doorway- just hugging, holding each other so tight.

“I missed you so, so much.”

Alessia whispers into you, and you feel tears wet your neck- you sniffle, tears now rolling down your face too.

“I missed you too- so, so much, I was going crazy without you.”

“We should probably go inside.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you make a move to leave and it sends Alessia giggling.

You smile- missing her laugh.

“Okay seriously- let’s go inside.”

Alessia pulls out of the hug first- grabbing your hand instinctively and leading you inside. She pulls you gently to her couch and pushes you down to sit.

Alessia sits tentatively next to you.

A thick silence falls between you and you suck in a breath.

“I-“

You laugh again- both trying to speak at the same time.

“Let me go first- please.”

You nod at her, closing your eyes.

“Look- I’m sorry I completely ignored you for a week. I just- I really needed to think. (y/n)- I think, I think I have always loved you, it just took me a while to get it. And when I did I was scared- like so, so scared. I never wanted to lose you. So, I just pretended. And waited, and waited for you to say something- but you never did. I waited for your love- but the more I waited, the more unattainable you seemed. I tried to forget about you I swear- I love you so much and I never wanted to lose you. I’d rather be just your friend than anything else.”

You reach out to hold her hand- and she gladly accepts.

“Less- I have loved you since the moment I met you, you’re the most important person in my life. I thought you were happy with him- so I never wanted to ruin that for you. I’m in love with everything about you. This week has been the worst week of my life. I never want to go without you again. You’re my everything, I have never loved anyone the way I love you- I don’t want us to just be friends.”

You’re panting now- chest heaving.

Alessia smiles at you and links your pinkies together.

“You’re my person too- you’re the only one who understands.”

“Does this make us girlfriends?”

“I hope you’re going to ask me properly (y/n).”

“Right. Alessia Russo, will you be my girlfriend?”

You make a dramatic show of getting down on one knee and holding her hand- one hand over your heart, smiling like a lunatic.

“Of course, you weirdo.”

“I kind of want desert- you know, from that place I like.”

“Umm we should go back to mine then- I missed you so much that I ordered one every night- in case you’d show up, there’s still one in the fridge.”

#alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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snowbaamgyu · 2 months ago

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Hyuka anon here!

I have many ideas here’s one I’ve had on mind:

So on KAIS birthday Soobin posted a pic of him lying on the floor and that was my inspo, maybe txt had a break and huening caught a stomach flu and before the symptoms HIT HIT the members found him sleeping on the floor in one of their rooms after a failed attempt of seeking comfort. And then later that night the worst hits, emeto fic of yk what I mean

Sleepyhead maknae

I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG it's finally here!!

Recently everyone had really busy schedules and it wasn't a big surprise when slowly it took a toll on the health of the five boys, some things like fevers, colds, muscle pain or general body ache, they were getting used to it.

Kai's stomach felt uneasy when he woke up that day, like a roiling sea in the early morning hours. It's subtle, just a vague ache that comes and goes, but it's a prelude to the worse to come. His head feels a bit heavy, and a vague sense of queasiness lurks in the background. It's not severe yet, but the first signs of illness are definitely making themselves known.

But still, he diligently pushed through the day, after all they had a break and when this schedule was over, they had a long weekend for them to rest a bit, fortunately they didn't have dance practice that day, Kai was really thankful for that, still he had vocal lessons and some meetings for their next album, nothing that could worsen the pain on his gut, but he couldn't help how it gurgled sometimes, excusing himself as being hungry and laughing it off. His stomach just felt weird, a little bit queasy if you asked but he didn't mind, after a while they were able to go home, Beomgyu immediately asking what they wanted to eat once they were out of the meeting room, Kai shrugged and said he would eat whatever they wanted.

He had eaten at lunch, strangely he did feel a bit hungry at that moment so he ate, less than usual but he didn't skip that meal, breakfast too, they were in a hurry so he ate what he could.

When they arrived at the dorms the ache in Kai's stomach grows more pronounced, manifesting as a dull, persistent throb. The roiling feeling intensifies, now akin to violent, turbulent waves crashing against a rocky shoreline. The queasiness blossoms into a full-blown nausea, threatening to erupt into outright vomiting. Kai felt a sense of fatigue settling into his bones as the virus takes hold, the air in his room felt stuffier and he was sure he was developing a fever, Kai decided to grab a pillow and just lay there on the floor of his room after changing into what he usually wears at home.

"Hyung could you please go and look for Huening? Tell him dinner is here, he's probably playing on his phone. Beomgyu pass me a plate please" Soobin was setting the table, Taehyun was also on his room changing his clothes, Yeonjun and Beomgyu were helping the leader.

Yeonjun did as Soobin asked him to, going to the maknae's room, knocking once and twice in case he wasn't ready to open the door. "Kai, dinner's ready, come with us" Yeonjun was left waiting for a response, when he didn't get any he decided to open the door, noticing how the youngest was asleep on the floor, it was probably going to be uncomfortable after some hours but he looked so exhausted Yeonjun couldn't say anything, still, he took a couple of pictures and sent them to their group chat laughing at how he fell asleep.

As much as he didn't want to, Yeonjun had to wake him up to eat, they hadn't been able to eat well those days so even if it was only one complete meal, it would do the difference.

"Kai... Get up, you'll be aching later if you keep sleeping here" as Yeonjun shook him gently he noticed the heat coming from him, he touched Kai's forehead and only then he noticed he was flushed and sweaty, and maybe a bit pale.

Kai's stomach was churning incessantly, the once-gentle roiling now a fiercer, tumultuous storm. His nausea escalates to the point where any movement triggers waves of vertigo, and he must remain perfectly still to avoid becoming overwhelmed, a headache blooming in his temples, adding an extra layer of discomfort to the sickening sensations wracking his body. He feels clammy, his skin taking on a pale, feverish sheen. When he felt someone shaking him he woke up with a grimace of clear discomfort on his face. "What's wrong? Are you in pain somewhere?" Yeonjun asked him, a frown of worry displayed on his face, Kai only rubbed his stomach, lowering his head, making himself smaller, and Yeonjun understood "Are you nauseous? Something else? Please tell me if you need anything" he continued trying to get Kai to talk to him, but the latter only nodded, still not talking "Are you nauseous? Yes?" when Kai nodded again Yeonjun obtained his answer. "Okay, it's okay, uhm.. do you want to go to the bathroom?" and only then Kai spoke "yes.. bathroom" quickly, Yeonjun helped him get up and walked him to the bathroom, the others just looking at them from the living room, still eating.

The churning in Kai's stomach gains a sharper edge, each twist and turn sending jolts of pain through his abdomen. The nausea becomes all-consuming, his mouth filling with a metallic, acidic taste. He gags as soon as he was in front of the toilet, desperate to relieve the pressure but unable to bring anything up. His head pounds mercilessly as if someone were hammering away at the inside of his skull. His body trembles faintly, chills coursing through him as his temperature rises. Yeonjun opens the faucet to prevent the rest from hearing, not wanting to ruin their meal, then trying to comfort Kai as best as he could.

The pain in Kai's stomach transforms into a symphony of burning, aching, and cramping, each sensation more intense than the last. The nausea builds to a fever pitch, and Kai's stomach clenches as if in anticipation of vomiting, although none comes. He moans piteously, sweat beading on his brow. The chills intensify, causing his teeth to chatter noisily against each other. He was really sick.

Kai's stomach writhes in agony, the burning, aching, and cramping sensations reaching new heights of intensity. The nausea peaks, and he gags, a thin string of saliva dribbling from his lips. This time, his stomach contracts, and a thin stream of stomach acid and bile spews from his mouth, he gasps for air, shaking like a leaf in the cold wind. "It's okay, you're going to be okay" Yeonjun whispered, trying to rub his back with one hand and his middle with the other, Kai had both hands on each side of the toilet, gripping on it for dear life.

The agony in Kai's stomach morphs once more. Sharp pangs of agony now ripple through his abdomen like knives, accompanied by a wrenching, twisting sensation that threatens to tear him apart. He whimpers weakly, trying to force a gag once again to get up something, anything, another thin stream of bile came up

With a violent heave, Kai's stomach clenches once more, and he vomits again, this time producing a much larger volume of stomach fluid and partially-digested food. He gasps, spitting, as another wave of nausea courses through him, and he vomits a third time, his entire body shuddering. He retches again, another burst of acid-tinged liquid cascading from his lips. Kai moans, tears of pain and exertion streaming down his cheeks. His stomach continues to spasm, the cramping increasing in strength as his body writhes in pain. A spasm tears through his stomach, rippling through his abdominal muscles and wrenching an involuntary heave from his throat. Kai gags, his mouth filling with a bitter, putrid liquid. He leans forward and vomits again, the stream of stomach contents mingling with the mess on the now filthy water.

Feeling empty now, he exhaled now that it was over (at least for now), resting his head on top of his arms, still hovering over the toilet, Yeonjun still rubbing his back. "Feel better now?" Kai shrugged, not really knowing if he would throw up again later but for now he was just tired, "wanna lay down..." he mumbled, Yeonjun helped him get up and clean a bit what splashed on the toilet seat and on the corners of his mouth, Kai brushed his teeth and slowly walked to his room, this time collapsing on his bed, Yeonjun left a glass of water on his nightstand "Call me if you need anything please, try to sleep now" with that, he left the room.

"What happened? Is Kai okay?" Beomgyu asked, Taehyun looked at him "He didn't sound okay like, at all" Yeonjun winced a bit, they still heard Kai being sick. "I don't know what happened to him but he suddenly looked feverish, look closer to the picture I sent to the group chat, he already looks sick there, and then he woke up, told me he felt nauseous so I helped him get to the bathroom and the rest you can imagine what happened" Yeonjun explained as good as he could, Soobin frowned a bit "but why so suddenly tho? Do you think something he ate wasn't agreeing with him or maybe he caught something?" Taehyun thought about it "maybe he caught something, remember the stomach flu going around the staff members? Maybe he caught it, he hung out with some of them not so long ago" Yeonjun sighed "Well, whatever it is, we have to take care of Kai now, and pray we don't get sick too".

.....

A few meters away from them, Kai was lying on his bed, trying so hard to relax a bit and sleep, he felt so exhausted, all his energy was drained from throwing up, so why couldn't he fall asleep already? It was frustrating, silent tears made their way through his flushed cheeks, he was hurting everywhere, his stomach cramping, one of his hands made their way to his middle and pressed, rubbed, tried so hard to make at least a bit of the pain go away, at some point Kai started shivering, pulling his knees to his chest making himself as small as possible, a pained moan leaving his lips when another cramp hit him with full force, his eyes squeezing shut waiting for the pain to fade, a sickly gurgle ended momentarily with the silence of the room.

Kai lost track of time, too lost on his misery, so when he gave up on sleeping and took his phone, he realized it was already past midnight and everyone should be asleep by now, having the opportunity to sleep in as late as they could the next day, Kai wished he could just fall asleep too, but another angry sound from his belly told him how wrong he was for thinking that. Slowly he made his way to the bathroom once again, a hand covering his mouth just in case, dry gags making him stop on his tracks and take a deep breath to prevent making a mess, Kai didn't want anyone else cleaning puke from the floor, nor he wanted to do it himself, he would just create an even bigger mess.

As soon as he arrived to the bathroom all his strength faded and Kai had to slid down the now closed door, his fever didn't make it any easier either, he knew he had to get to the toilet, but he couldn't, Kai couldn't move from where his legs gave out, so with an involuntary gag a wave of sickness splashed on his clothes and the tiles in front of him, and Kai didn't care anymore, he just wanted this to be over, another heave, a larger one that made him choke in the process of getting it up expanded the disaster, another mouthful of chunky vomit made him cough again and again, tears streaming down his cheeks, after a while it ended, it was rather quick but the gross feeling of it lingered, now having a chance to catch his breath, Kai finally realized all the mess he created, and even if he was still feeling awful he slowly got up, rinsed his mouth and took off his clothes, a bath in the middle of the night it is.

Beomgyu was trying to fall asleep, and the sound of the shower at that time weirded him out, he got up to check up on Kai, his room was empty, he walked to the bathroom and knocked twice so Kai would acknowledge his presence, Beomgyu opened the door and was immediately hit with the stench of the drying puddle of vomit in front of him, he gagged a little "oh god what happened? Kai are you alright?" the maknae turned off the water and grabbed his towel "hyung, could you please fetch some clothes for me? I... I had a bit of an accident, couldn't make it on time... sorry" Kai peeked through the shower curtain, Beomgyu nodded "It's okay it wasn't your fault, I'll be back" and Beomgyu being the good hyung he was got the maknae his coziest set of clothes to wear at home, the fabric being refreshing yet not making him cold, and they were loose so Kai could sleep at ease.

"Here, get dressed first, I'll clean this up before it's more difficult to do so" Beomgyu left the set of clothes at the sink counter, and as much as he hated cleaning up puke, he had to, all the members are asleep and obviously Kai couldn't do it.

Kai came out of the shower already dressed, hair still dripping wet, cheeks flushed and overall an expression of discomfort. Beomgyu was done cleaning up the floor, so he was waiting for Kai "how are you feeling?" Kai felt Beomgyu's cold hand on his forehead, muttering something about a fever "I don't know what I caught but it's making me feel horrible, I don't wanna get anyone else this sick" he pouted, Beomgyu just grabbed him out of the bathroom and went to the couch "I know you probably can't stomach anything right now but if you wanna take some medicine you should drink at least a bit of tea" he ran his cold fingers through Kai's hair, making the younger feel relaxed as he laid down on the couch accepting his offer.

Beomgyu went to prepare a cup of chamomile tea with some honey and prepared a couple of pills for stomach discomfort and nausea.

Kai was starting to fall asleep when Beomgyu placed a hand on his head, handing him the steaming cup, with slow small sips Kai managed to get down almost all the tea and swallowed the pills before deciding if he drank it all his stomach would protest again, for now it felt slightly calm.

"Are you feeling any better? I think it's that stomach flu that has been around the staff members lately" Beomgyu was beside him keeping him company, Kai shrugged "maybe it is, but I didn't want to spend our break sick" Beomgyu reassured him "It's fine, we were going to spend our break sleeping and resting here anyway, we don't mind taking care of you" Kai nodded with a tired smile "I'm going to bed, sorry I woke you up, thanks for the tea hyung" Beomgyu smiled "It's nothing, but maybe you should take a bucket with you, just in case"

Kai did as told, the suggestion being actually helpful when at 5 am he woke up again nauseous, only heaving up some water he drank after he laid down and stomach acid, burning his throat in the process, then once again at 7 am but this time Kai was only dry heaving, at times saliva and stomach acid came up but mostly he was empty, why couldn't his body just accept his stomach had nothing left to bring up? Kai didn't know.

At 9 am Taehyun went to check up on him, Kai was sound asleep, all the sheets and the comforter were tangled at one side of the bed, he must've been burning up due to his fever, Taehyun saw the bucket and it's contents, he just winced but still went to clean it up.

At 11 am Kai woke up feeling a bit better, only with a small headache , maybe he was getting dehydrated, at least he could sleep well the few hours his stomach and fever weren't making him feel so uncomfortable he'd rather squeeze with his own hands his stomach so it would stop churning and jumping inside of him. He saw the now clean bucket, deciding to check what time it was, Kai went out of his room, Yeonjun and Soobin playing videogames in the living room, Taehyun was drinking a protein shake while watching his phone, Beomgyu was in his room.

"Hey, are you feeling any better today?" Soobin asked, Yeonjun paused the game, Kai did a gesture with his hand saying so-so, sitting with them on the couch. "I just didn't want to be in my room anymore, too boring" they all nodded "are you up to something to eat? or drink? you're going to get dehydrated, I think we have some sports drink left on the fridge" and without waiting for a response Taehyun got up and checked the fridge, handing Kai the last bottle of sports drink with electrolytes. "Drink it in small sips, tell me if you get hungry" and Kai just thanked him, he sat there with his hyungs as they resumed their game, it was a great distraction, without noticing he finished his drink, feeling good, his headache disappeared, Taehyun was right.

At lunch, they ordered takeout, but Kai had to sit out, eating little by little some porridge Taehyun made for him, pouting when he saw how everyone were eating fried chicken with some beer, at least they promised to treat him once he's healthy again. After everyone was done with their food they decided to watch a movie, it was fun until Kai felt again that churn deep inside his belly, how his tongue felt heavy and uncomfortable and his mouth felt dry but in reality it was filling with saliva. –no, not again please, I just started feeling better"

"You alright?" Yeonjun's voice forced him out of his thoughts, Kai nodded but two seconds later he shook his head and got up, he had to get to the bathroom, and had to do it fast.

Once he was in there he didn't make it to the toilet again, but at least he didn't puke on the floor, this time's victim was the bathroom sink, the porridge with water he had earlier was pouring out of his mouth —and nose— making him gag harder and harder because of how gross it felt, again his stomach convulsed and his back hunched even more, his hands were gripping the counter so forcefully one could think it would fall off.

"Hey hey, okay be careful" Taehyun's voice and grip saved Kai from falling to the floor, his knees went weak and he was overall exhausted, but that didn't stop the tears that fell down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Taehyunnie I tried to keep it down, you made that for me and now... now it's wasted, sorry" Kai sobbed, his fever went up again too. "It's okay Kai if it's making you feel bad better let it out, I'm not mad, I'd cook for you everytime you needed it or asked for, you're sick you can't help it"

And then the rest of the boys spent their afternoon keeping an eye on Kai and his fever, also making sure he didn't choke on his own vomit, having to change his sheets when some hours later his fever broke and they were all sweaty, also helping him change his clothes, handing him the sick bucket™ when necessary and cleaning it up afterwards, it was a team work they did everytime someone got sick, it was like a protocol on their friendship, always making sure that the sick one was fine.

After two more days Kai was feeling better, yes he still felt queasy and didn't have much appetite but for now he wasn't throwing up everywhere or crying in pain, at dance practice he sat out and continued resting on the couch, and of course he also had a rough time at vocal practice because his throat was still irritated due to all the puking, so Kai had to take it easy for now, focusing mainly on producing a couple of songs and writing some lyrics, practicing his japanese or just goofing around and playing some games, but at least he felt really better thanks to his best friends.

#tomorrow x together #txt #txt sickfic #anon ask #emeto tw #sickfic #sick hueningkai #hueningkai #kpop sickfic

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nethhiri · 5 months ago

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Chapter 22: Post-nut Charity

Warnings: Suggestive

All too eagerly you latched onto the side of his neck. His blood thrummed beneath your lips, spilling over into your mouth when you re-opened the small cut he gave himself using your clawed fingernail with your teeth. The warm nectar poured into your mouth and you swallowed it greedily. Zoro surely wasn't going to be making your eyes roll back any other way but by feeding you tonight. You didn't mind the inexperience. It was cute... and sort of hot. That just meant you could mold him into whatever type of fuck you wanted him to be. Right now, though, you only wanted him to be dinner, maybe even dessert, if he could go another round.

You felt him tug at your hair, prompting a hum of pleasure from you. He tugged again, harder. Does he want to play rough? You turned just enough to see him a touch paler than normal. Swiftly, you licked over the cut so that it would close, smiling apologetically, not really sorry, but a learned human response. He had been trying to get you to stop. You had possibly overdone it in your excitement and he appeared slightly ill.

"Sorry! I can't help it. You taste so good." You purred.

"Yeah well. Control yourself." Zoro put his hand to his forehead to stop his head from spinning as he got out of the water.

You laughed and stuck your tongue out at him as you donned your clothes. "You first." You pointed to his half-hard dick. Poor thing didn't have enough blood to power it.

"Shut up!"

"It's like you've never been with anyone before.... oh wait." You giggled.

"I'm starting to feel that regret you were talkin about," he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. "Sure you are. Tell that to him." You nodded your head in the direction of his weak boner.

After your dalliance with Zoro, you decided you should probably clean your clothes. They were soaking wet from being in the water with you, which was usually not an issue since they dried quickly. However, Zoro did infuse that water with his nut, so it would be best to rinse them. You stared at the clothesline in front of you. You didn't have spare clothes. As somewhat of a nomad, you traveled very lightly. There were several articles swaying gently in the breeze. You stayed away from anything belonging to Nami. You were pretty sure you already had some debts to pay and you didn't need any more. A red-striped shirt caught your eye, or your nose rather. Even cleaned, it still smelled like Zoro. You plucked it off the line and threw it over your head. Snatching a pair of Sanji's boxers and Usopp's bandana, you threw those on too. They shouldn't mind. They had other things to wear. You rinsed your clothes and hung them up on the clothesline to replace the ones you borrowed.

It was early evening and Sanji was working hard in the kitchen to prepare dinner for everyone. Everyone else was off doing their own thing. The only person you found on deck was Brook, who was playing one of his favorite songs. You joined him, sitting on a crate that was lying around. You listened to a few bars to pick up the words and joined him in a duet. You didn't often sing for fun, only when you hunted. You had wanted to join Brook before, but associated singing with hunting and didn't want to apply that to your friends. Since there wasn't an audience at the moment, you felt free to sing along. It was nice to feel unrestrained. Even though you had joked about it earlier, it was hard to have self-control when you were used to doing whatever you wanted to without consequence.

"That shirt is very becoming on you, my fair lady. But might I ask, what of your panties?" Brook idly played his violin between songs.

You lifted the hem of the shirt to show Sanji's plain boxers that you were wearing as shorts.

"Boooooo. Those are no good." Brook paused thoughtfully. "You need something with lace."

"But that doesn't cover anything."

"Precisely!"

Humans were so confusing. First it wasn't appropriate to be bare, then it's too much fabric. Now, wear something that covers things but not really? What was the point? You sighed as Brook started up a new song. This was one you knew. You started to sing along with him again when you noticed Robin and Franky had joined you on deck. Their presence made you fade off bashfully.

"Keep going, little mama! That was suuuper!"

"Yes keep going. Pretend we're not even here." Robin put her hand under her chin, as she always did when she was deep in thought.

When you caught the chorus again, you joined back into harmony with Brook. A smile was brought to your face watching Franky playfully twirl Robin around in time to the music. Soon they were joined by Sanji and Camie, at Sanji's insistence of course. Nami danced by herself until Usopp came up from below deck, then she grabbed him and forced him into the fray. Luffy found his way to the impromptu concert only because he thought the noise signaled dinner time, but once he was there, he joined in too. You and Brook danced together as he played and you sang, stepping around each other and spinning in random patterns. Off to the side, Chopper kept looking at everyone dancing and then at Zoro, who had his arms folded leaning against the wall, probably glaring at his shirt on you. Eventually, Zoro gave in to Chopper's puppy-dog eyes and placed the deer doctor on his shoulders. Luffy pulled them into the group and Zoro stiffly swayed while Chopper cheerfully waved his arms in time with the music.

This was something new for you. You had never experienced anything like it. Usually, you were so focused on picking out someone from a crowd to pursue, you didn't take time to appreciate and enjoy the songs being played. This was different. It was magical to you to see everyone coming together to enjoy the music as a whole. And it wasn't only Brook's playing that they enjoyed, it was your voice, too. Your cheeks turned a hue of pink thinking about the warmth you were feeling. Maybe you were starting to understand what "nakama" meant, and why humans preferred to be in groups. Maybe you weren't meant to be a solitary creature after all.

Zoro hadn't stopped scowling at the sight of his shirt being adulterated by you. He set Chopper down to dance with Luffy, storming over to you and pulling you aside as the song ended.

"Oi! Why are you wearing my shirt?"

"I needed a shirt."

"There are plenty of other shirts!"

"Yeah... but only this one smells like you. And I like you." You meant "like" as in "I like pizza." or "I like the color green.", yet Zoro was turning pinker by the second.

"Hah?! It's a little soon for that don't ya think?" Zoro sputtered, turning an even deeper shade of red.

You furrowed your brows. "Oh." Apparently there was an unspoken rule about a certain amount of time passing before you were allowed to like something. "When can I?"

"When can you what?!"

"When can I like you?"

Zoro was speechless. He didn't know what to make of that. Did you even know what you were saying? "Wha-? I mean- Fuck, I don't know. Why do you even like me to begin with?"

You shrugged. "You have a nice flavor."

"That's it?"

"Yeah basically." You nodded and thought some more. "Adequate cock size-wise. Needs work on the skill level, obviously." You went on to list several more physical qualities that you thought were impressive for a human.

Zoro soon understood what you had actually meant. Though, he found himself oddly let down by the realization. You were in the middle of describing the heaviness of his balls when he interrupted, "Okay. Okay! You can stop." His face was beet red and pinched his brow. "Gimme my shirt back...please."

You began to lift it over your head and he caught your arms.

"Are you even wearing anything underneath? Like a b-bra?"

"No."

Zoro pushed your arms back down. "Just... keep it on."

"Really?"

Zoro sighed heavily. "Yeah..."

"You seem like a grump, but deep down you're a real softie, huh?" Your eyes flicked between his legs. "Except for where it counts."

"Would you give it a rest?!"

"Aw. Sure we can give your fourth sword a break." You fake pouted.

"Woman!" Zoro exclaimed, frustrated. "Go back to singing."

You bounded off, giggling, to join the others again.

"Little fucking monster," Zoro muttered, trudging behind you.

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333creolelady · 1 year ago

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Lady Of The Blue Bakunawa Ch.1

!black-Afab OC X auPirate Roman Reigns

Chapter warnings : descriptions of injuries/illness, paranoid OC.

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She’s floating. Blackness surrounds her as a rush of sound penetrates her ears. She smells salt and sun. There’s a layer of grain that covers her body like sandpaper. She stopped fighting the current of her mind and let go a while ago. In the distance, her grandfather sings to her. She has no energy left to question it. She leans into the melody, trying to block out the loudness below her. That deafening whooshing of water that rings in her ears.

Just as she nearly feels the embrace of death, a splash of cold water blankets her body. She’s so weak she doesn’t wince, instead it pushes her further and further from the peace she so desperately seeks. She’s still alive. She can still feel it all—hear it all. The hoot of a bird, the blistering sting of heat on her chest, the death rattle in her sternum

" Let me go," she whispered to the world. How she wishes she could cut the string that tethered her to this wretched planet. The world was never kind to her. How much easier would it be to just leave it all behind? To never have to endure the stab of grief or the unrelenting sting of loneliness she felt almost every day? Death would be a clean slate. A salve for the burn of her existence.

Another splash of water hits her unreactive frame. Why is the world trying to shake her awake? What more should she have to endure ? She’s certain she’s paid her dues in tears ten times over.

" Ahoy!!'"

" Ahoyyyyy!!— GIRL! "

" Avast! "

Voices boom in the distance. If she wasn’t so cracked and fried from the sun, she’d open her eyes and turn her head. She senses a large presence next to her. A distant “thunk” in the water and a few seconds later she's being hoisted up from her lying position onto a harder surface. The hands that touch her are warm, large and calloused. A deep velvety voice calls out to her. " Alright now Dove, Hold on.”

She floating upward. The sounds of the ocean travels further behind her. Then her back softly hits a hard warm surface. The thumping of shoes startled her enough to make her open an eye. She starts with one, taking a moment to allow her pupil to adjusts to the light. She closes them again.

" Back up. Let the girl breathe ", a voice calls out in the distance.

"Where is she from?"

" Is this an omen?"

"Careful, she could be a siren!"

" The poor girl…”

Different hands fondle her now. They hold her flopping head still and check her pulse point. She’s still using all of her energy to attempt to peel open just a single eyelid

" She's alive. She's just unconscious. Heat exhaustion and maybe—-" This man with no face pulls back her lips to check her gums and then peels one her eyes open from the top. He checks her button gums once more.

“ Her gums are pale and bloody. She is desperately in need of fluids or she might pass on in the next few hours”, says the man. His voice is higher and heavily accented. He sounds foreign and aged.

“ Quick, give me that rag ", the velvety thick voice demands. He sounds like he’s in charge.

Droplets of water splatter her mouth. Her face scrunches in discomfort and then she slowly cranks her mouth open to let the ice cold water into her throat. Her aching dry throat weeps with joy. Finally some drinkable water.

Her head is propped against a hard muscular chest. That thick hand grabs her chin and supports her head, pressing her against him as to not let her waste a drop.

He inspects the beautifully wounded girl. Her face is swollen with cuts and bruises littering her face and body.

“You have a name, girl?”, he finally asks. His tone is hushed as if it’s just them two together. He’s trying his best not to scare her.

She makes a third attempt to open her eyes and she finally can see where the hushed voices were coming from. A crowd of men, maybe 20 or more all towered over her. Looks of concern washed their sun kissed faces. It takes a moment for her to register her unluckiness. Is this her final end? As if almost every moment of her life wasn’t hard enough, her exit was seemingly to be met through a sea of men. PIRATES. Depraved men.

“ You’re alright”, says the voice behind her. She looks up at the man holding her. She has no time to register his face before she’s scrambling away. Her voice is shot, she can’t scream. Her bloodshot eyes are far too dry to produce tears. She only makes it a few feet away before the mysterious man crouches down to her. His hands are in front of him in surrender.

" Easy… "

He watches her carefully. Her eyes are large and protruding out of her face in panic as she clutches her knees. She folds into herself. Suddenly there isn’t enough air.

"We won't hurt ya' miss ", a man steps forward slowly approaching her. She weakly stands up and reaches down into the side of her boot and pulls out a knife, swinging it crazily. The crowd of men don’t even flinch as she points it at them. Her harsh movements knocks her on her bottom again. She can’t take a deep breath, the room is spinning and there’s a pressure in her head that won’t let up. Her mouth opens and closes for relief before she begins to pass out again. She eventually slumps against the wooden edge of the ship, succumbing to the darkness again.

Roman

A moment of silence passes between the men. They watch her limp body rise and fall. Roman tilts his head as he notices bruising around her neck as if she'd been choked. He squints in worry. She's in worse shape than he thought. She needed a bed, a bath and rest. There were no women on the ship to get her out of her torn nightgown. This was all just one big mess. He sighs in frustration as he picks her up again, the crowd parting a path to the cabins for him. He lays her flat leaving a pitcher of water and a glass near her bed. He then shuts the door behind her softly. The crew is still frozen after the jarring event of the girl's arrival.

A crew member speaks up, "What do we do with er’ capn’? "

" You lot’ keep your distance and don’t approach unless she addresses you directly. Earl, I need you to tend to her after she wakes up ", he grunts protectively. Earl was the Doctor and a Surgeon—a real one and the smallest man on the ship. He was also graying with huge glasses and a short stature. He was a safe bet.

“ Aye captain”, says Earl as he scurried off to get supplies for the girl. The men all slowly fall back to their tasks and the ship takes off again. Roman eyes her cabin once more before heading to his own small quarters. This does not and should not interfere with the plan. He plops down on his wooden chair and sits at his table, rolling open his map marked with black ink. He'd been familiar with the sea for some time. He might as well have been a fish by now. He knew the ocean more than land and this journey would make every hardship he endured worth it. He was one of few who were brave enough to make the quest.

A small secluded island sat on the edge of the world. He’d found hints and torn maps over the years. How the riches got there? Nobody knew. Gold, Jewels, endless riches. Many had made it there but nobody could seem to make it back. Some called it a trap by the gods. It was rumored to be a trip to hell. He was certain that he would be the one who would live to tell the tale through knowledge, science and destiny.

As for his men? Well they believed in Roman.

Over the years, he gained his crew by taking over other ships. The men with the better vessels usually weren’t the best lads. He always gave his conquered groups the option to leave but they stayed. He was a fierce fighter, a true beast with a sword should anyone be pinned by the other end of it. There were stories of his brutality to the men who wronged him. He was a fierce protector to those who swore to him. Cross him and he could make someone wish they were dead. This duality earned him acclaim and respect but also fear. Thankfully, his outstanding leadership made his crew true believers and in return they put their best foot forward. These were the men he would sail into glory with. If they found these treasures not a single one of them would have to work again. Not even their families- family.

"We need to dock soon Captain. We need more supplies for the girl—Medicines. She’s in a bad way. She'll need something for her throat as well. The fluids will help for now but not for long ", said Earl in a thick German accent.

“ Tomorrow we stop. I sense a storm coming, I want to get as far away as possible," Roman grumbles in displeasure as he takes a swig of spiced rum. Earl sees himself out and closes the cabin door behind him. Roman kicks his feet up and indulges himself as he tries to decompress.

Early the next morning he notices the clouds ahead. Roman sent his surgeon and his cabin boy to get supplies for the girl. Extra boots, clothes fit for sailing and night gowns. Whatever they could get their hands on would do. His surgeon would fetch her the soups, healing balms and medicine for her fragile state. By noon they are back at sea and rushing to get ahead of the storm that would even further set them back. Afternoon comes and he asks for updates often on the girl. Earl can see his worry which was unusual for Roman.

" I'm sure she’ll turn around. She wouldn't have survived all this way just to pass like this. There's a reason she's crossed our paths”, Earl pats his Captain on the back and leaves him to his solitude. Roman sighs in doubt. He is not too fond of seeing the spiritual side of things. He had a better understanding of miracles or magic. Immaculate conceptions of the universe producing luck seemed more digestible to him—it wasn’t religion or fate. In the back of his mind he believed magic to be science in some way. Pirate culture was superstitious at times, even bordering religious despite how violent the life path could be. Truthfully, he believed that if some devine being existed, he wouldn't have had such a hard go at life. Surely his suffering would have amounted to something ? Still, A single Dove sitting beside her as she clung to life in the middle of the ocean? The universe had it’s humor.

Dove

She wakes with a gasp. Her eyes peel open slowly yet she remains motionless. Immediately she notices the water and bread on the night stand beside her. Sitting up, she quickly grabs the pitcher of water and drinks from it like a madman. Gulping hurt, but she’d deal with that later. Right now she needed to replenish what was lost.

After she gets her fill, nearly making herself sick in the process, she truly takes in her surroundings. Her room is lit by a lantern and the rock of the boat becomes more noticeable. Ah yes, she almost forgot she was captured by fucking pirates.

She watches the door in fear, hoping she can use the pitcher as a weapon. She clutches the glass to her chest as the door knob slowly turns. She slyly raises the pitcher in a defensive position. A man peaks from behind the door. He's balding, short, with glasses and a plump mustache. His non-threatening appearance means nothing. A man’s horror knows no bounds and a monster has no specific look. That’s what she learned the hard way.

" Miss-" before she can compute what he's about to say, she throws the pitcher at the door. She misses him by a second and he slams the door shut. She can feel her pulse in her ears.

" Ma'am... I'm not here to hurt you. I'm the physician of this ship. I was just coming to give you medicine for your throat ," he calls from behind the door. She doesn’t answer.

" M-Ma'am. I mean no harm to you. Just wait one second I'II get the captain and he can explain-"

She throws her plate at the door in protest. She attempts to stand and the world spins. Her knees shake trying to support her weight. He goes quiet. The man with the glasses pokes his head from behind the door once more. She’s frantically looking for another weapon.

" My lady please. Don’t throw anything else—let me leave you with the medicine and I’ll go”, he says carefully. She stills her movements in the corner of the room, looking well on her way to being a corpse.

“You've lost a lot of weight and you will need bandaging for your throat. Do you know how….? ", he asks carefully. She just stands wide eyed, unmoving like an owl. Maybe her nickname should have been owl instead of dove with how uncanny her eyes were. Earl had seen eyes like that by soldiers shaken from war, never to be the same again. She had a tremor to her that left him uneasy.

He held a hand up in a pleading manner, “ I’m leaving now. Just know that an hour from now a man will come in with a tub of hot water, soap and a rag. We’re out of oils, salves and hair wash until our next stop so you’ll have to make due. He’s the young lad—you might have seen him. Anywho, he’ll be in and out and you’ll have an hour to wash up. Alright?”, Earl speaks frantically as if running out of time. She nervously nods her head, still trembling in the corner. Earl bows out with a troubled look on his face.

After the man left she ate herself into a stomach ache but eventually it subsided. A knock disturbed her thoughts and she returned back to the corner with a piece of glass in her hand. He announces himself and pushes a medium sized bin full of water into the middle of the room. It wasn’t filled to the rim in case of the rock of the ship. She could see the steam floating from it. It was boiled sea water with a herbal smell. The boy was tall, lanky and had an extremely young face. He couldn’t have been more than 15 or 16 years old.

“ Miss…your bath. The doctor added some medicine to it to help with your soreness. I’ll be back in an hour to retrieve it. Please be clothed by then ”, said the young man. He set a towel on her bed and a change of clothes before heading to the cabin door. He stopped just before exiting.

“ My name is Caden … my lady ”, he took off his hat briefly and put it on his chest in acknowledgment before putting it on and leaving.

She rushed to her door and locked it before stripping and sinking into the water with a hiss. It was just tolerable enough, slightly stinging when it touched her. She let out a long gush of tension while she flexed her toes. The water felt so good on her aching neck. She sank far enough to submerged herself in a cramped fetal position. She let the water work into her scalp and fill her ears. She stayed submerged for a moment.

Her bones sung their praises as she massaged her skin. She washed herself gently along with her hair. Once she was done she dressed in the men’s garments left for her and twisted her wet hair in small sections, pulling it up and away. It was her attempt to keep it from matting with limited products. She also applied the medicine and the bandages to her neck. She finished just in time as Caden came to retrieve the water. She didn’t feel as scared around him, likely because he seemed so young. Still, she carefully watched him as he moved the bin out of her room. He nodded at her and shut the door behind him once more.

Then she was alone again with nothing to do but think of the horrors that could be inflicted upon her. She played with the pirate's hat in her fingers, twirling it around as she thought of an escape. Perhaps she could fake an Illness or play insane ? She had to find a way off this ship. God knows what they could be planning for her. They could be getting her strength up just to —-

Dove jumps as the door opens and freezes like a fawn when a large man ducks into the cabin. He’s so large, his head nearly hits the ceiling. Her eyes widen as she stands slowly and makes her way to the corner. All her weapons are gone. Caden cleaned it all up.

“ The doctor said you’re awake. I thought I’d come in and check on you. I’m just going to ask you a few questions and I’ll be on my way”, his voice is so velvety, rich and calm for a man of his stature. He’s undoubtedly European born and very posh sounding with a tinge of foreignness in his accent. He couldn’t have been originally from Europe though. He’s at least 6 ft 6 with wavy long onyx hair. It’s shiny in an unnaturally healthy way. His eyes are a deep chocolate with a slight deep set almond shape, which make his features pop. His jaw was sharp and defined just like the rest of him. His skin is a light olive, likely due to his work in the sun. He’s got a full beard that connects across his face with dominant brows. His nose is broad and wide but straight. It compliments his full evenly proportioned lips. Her eyes trail down to his neck and then his chest. He was huge and cut, his shoulder never seemed to end. He wore a loose white short sleeved shirt that revealed his elaborate tattoos. He was covered in them, especially on his right side. He had a some sort of tribal tattoo that covered his collarbone down to his wrist. He wore black breeches with a sword tucked into his waistband and black boots.

Everything about him made the hairs rise on the back of her neck. He swallowed the light in the room. She felt her heart beating out of her chest. She was almost certain they had a plan now. They cleaned her up for HIM. That’s surely what this was. They bathed her and put a metaphorical bow on her, ready to serve the captain. She shakes her head, ducking into the corner.

Romans eyes widened in offense, “ Look I’m..not here to harm you. I just need some information about where you came from. So I can return you”, he says with a hand out.

She can’t go back either…..

“ What’s your name ?”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer, she was frozen. She was trying her hardest to focus on her breathing. To mentally prepare herself for whatever he could possibly do to her .

Roman

Roman looked around the room awkwardly trying to find a way to calm this hysterical woman. “Why don’t I introduce myself? I hear that it’s what you’re supposed to do in these situations.”

Still no answer from her. He shifts with a hand in his pocket. “Uh…I’ll start— My name is Roman. At least I go by Roman. It’s not the name I chose but when you’re forced into the west it’s better to have a western name. I’m the captain of this ship,” he sighs.

The woman before him was a complete shell of herself. She wasn’t fully here despite being in front of him. She was also freighteninly beautiful. Full lips, beautifully coiled hair, eyes deeper than the ocean. Everything about her pulled him in and it seemed like everything about him pushed her away. He hated that. He hated being looked at like the cause for every evil in the world.

“ The men on my ship will cause’ you no harm believe me. There’s no need to be afraid. I can tell you more about myself—would that make you more comfortable? If I talk about something else?”, he asks.

Through her shaking he could almost see some semblance of a nod. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his thigh and sighed out, wracking his brain for some sort of information to humanize himself in a moment like this.

“ I’m from the pacific islands. My people reside on an even smaller island there. We were invaded by Germany. Some islands the French…others Spanish. I was taken as a child—aged 8 by German soldiers as a gift to Queen Augusta Marie Luise Katharina. I was kicked out of the court and left on the streets at age 15. I figured you were wondering why a man like myself could seem so…”, he doesn’t finish his sentence. He really meant proper sounding, civilized. Smart for a —

A brief feeling of regret washes over him as he contemplates if he should have told her. He didn’t tell many people his origins but he felt the need to now. It must have worked because she relaxed at bit at his words.��

“ I had nothing. I volunteered myself on a ship in exchange for food and shelter. I mopped decks and hung laundry and cleaned chamber pots. I worked up the ranks doing dangerous jobs, joining fencing competitions and gambling. I won enough money to buy myself a haggered boat. I started sailing around the world and along the way I met my crew.”

Dove had stopped shaking now and swirled circles into the wood beneath her. There was something catatonically innocent about her movements. Like she was visiting a long lost part of herself for comfort. It worried him deeply.

“ I know you’re probably scared. You think you can’t trust the word of a pirate and most times you can’t. Please know that we do have some morals. I won’t allow them to touch you. I know the men I vetteed. Where I come from, a man who hurts a woman suffers are far worse fate than her ”, he promised.

Dove

Dove stared at him curiously. This dark, tall and looming presence confessed his troubled past. He was a victim of something bad too and for some reason it made her feel slightly better. She finally caught her breath now that she was thinking about something else. She’d heard of this “adoption” thing that royals did. Queen Victoria stole a boy from Ethiopia and the Queen before her, a boy from India. The British empire acted like it was some gift from god, believing Britain was a savior for children in “poor” countries. Really it was kidnapping and brainwashing. She couldn’t imagine how long a child must cry for their family after something like that. It was a murder of the soul.

And here was this hulking, quiet man laying out his story to her. His voice hadn’t raised an octave, not even in panic. She hadn’t spoken a word and yet he was so open with her already. He looked at her like he had been waiting for her for some time. The pain was so brief in his face but he hid it so well she nearly missed it.

She wanted to say something. In a moment like this one someone was supposed to share their pain too. That despite the fact that they came from other places, they could feel the same homesickness. She should say that she was a stranger in this world just as much as him. That even though she spent most of her life in England, every fiber of her being told her she didn’t belong. That she was a traveler from another world much like him. How lucky was she to meet someone from the outside. Someone who once lived a life outside of the poison and vitriol of Europe. Maybe he was like her. Yet when she opened her mouth the fear wrapped it’s hands around her throat and rendered her speechless.

His eyes widened in a hopeful way before they darkened with disappointment as she curled back into her self. She turned away in defeat. He slowly got up and walked to the door stopping just at the entry.

“ The doctor told me you were in shock. My apologies for not giving you more time to make sense of all of this. I was just rather eager to see you. I don’t run into many people like you—- seems you’ve triggered my homesickness in a way. I’ll check back with you in a few days”, he admits. His tone was defeated as he stole another glance at her and then quietly left.

She remained in the corner, scolding herself for not saying anything. She wasn’t entirely sold on the idea that his crew members wouldn’t try anything. However, she believed that if she laid low she might be able to get by until they dropped her off.

Roman

Roman went to bed that night puzzled. He didn’t know why he cared so much about this. She was a complete stranger who hadn’t spoken a word to him. Despite it all, he approached her with an openness that most couldn’t pull from him. He wondered if he came on strong. Perhaps she thought he was weak…or desperate.

Their encounter left him aching from memories of being a child and feeling alone. Longing to make a connection with someone who understood him. Next time he swore to himself would be more stern—more distant. She didn’t care about his story. She was the only woman on a ship of almost 200 men. She had bigger problems. In a few days he would get her to talk and send her on her way. Her story ends somewhere else and his begins with his treasure.

The way it should be….

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#roman reigns #the bloodline #wwe smackdown #wwe #Roman reigns au #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x oc #pirate au #the tribal chief #head of the table

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zzencat · 7 months ago

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Weird (regarding final spouse reading)

tl;dr: felt a literal force sweeping through me when I was doing the reading

Guys, I know it’s been well over an hour since I posted it but I just can’t shake this feeling off. I’ve already asked another tarot reader if she’d ever had a similar experience and I’m still awaiting her answer

Pile 3 in the final spouse one actually flipped me over and roasted me like a pig over fire. Nah not actually but that’s my poor attempt at trying to lift the mood- imma ask for some extra protection just in case UNLESS they wanna reach out in a dream tonight

I literally felt a force go thru me- like fly thru me as I wrote the last few things for the last pile. It literally made me straighten up in my seat and my eyes widened in shock like “oo was I not supposed to touch that nerve?” Kind of guilty face.

No gust of wind could’ve gotten in my room and no fan was on

Suddenly, I was in an interrogation room with a pitifully looking boy, like looking beat up and tired- and the room was even clear until after I “regained” myself. I don’t wanna admit it but I’m lowkey scared.

The thing that flew thru was like a legless AND faceless grim reaper looking thing, almost like it was guarding the boy. It floated around him like a white fog… I don’t remember exactly what I was writing but I know it was near the end and that I wrote too much

It was the 3 of us amigos: the boy, Ghost friend, and me. I was in the lawyer seat and both of them were seated on the other side

It was only after I deleted something abt their “growing up” (notice how I can’t be using “adolescence” to describe it either—maybe think of it as lacking vocabulary…)

Shit…or maybe lacking vocabulary bc of poor education- orphanage?

Yk the image of a dark grey orphanage keeps showing up. I keep thinking about other circumstances (without trying to mention f*m*ly bc they seem super sensitive when hearing it so I’ll censor it) like the could’ve been’s or possible combinations but only that shows up

So a lot of emotional suppression it seems. It also seems to be less frightening when I address (this situation) with indirect words, bc perhaps the kid-them can’t put it together. Their comprehension at that age can’t be as well developed

I think you guys kind of get the point of where the hurt might be coming from for a certain pile. I feel very reluctant to addressing them directly. If they have memory loss, I’d prefer to say the pile at the top and then indirectly address them as I am writing this

There’s no way I’m trying to play around w spirits n stuff 😭

Maybe they’ll come back with a less ambushy kind of feel and I’ll talk to them. Maybe it was me for violating their privacy- IM SORRY PILE 3 spouse, I didn’t mean ill intent in any way. Maybe you feel that way.

I don’t know if I was talking to a reflection of this person’s younger self or their inner child (since it’s more gender inclusive)

Whoever this kid was, he could only nod, blink, and shake his head. His facial expression looked a combination of pitiful, wary, and asking for help. I can’t tell.

Thanks for listening guys, this…this has been probably one of the freakiest experiences of my life 🫠

#maybe I’m crazy idk #yeah I sure as hell sound crazy #I gotta get this out tho #chest of the miscellaneous #thanks for coming to my teddytalk

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carlsdarling · 1 year ago

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How to save a cat Part V

Carl and Y/N have serious problems now... Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: angst

You lovingly gazed at Carl, who was lying relaxed next to you with his eye closed. A smile formed around his lips as you kissed him on the forehead, and he squeezed your hand. During the last weeks it had become cooler, autumn announced its coming, and the temperature in the hall of "Joyland" had dropped noticeably.

As often as possible, which was usually two days a week, you and Carl now came here to be undisturbed, to sleep with each other, and then just to lie together and celebrate your closeness and your love for one another.

You lazily turned over on your back and looked up at the ceiling. Somewhere up there on the steel beams, birds were nesting; you could hear their soft chirping.

Your father's attention had waned by now, probably assuming that you had listened to him and broken off contact with Carl. In Alexandria, you avoided each other as much as possible and exchanged only as many words as were absolutely necessary in order not to arouse suspicion.

You both successfully avoided the fact that your relationship was ill-fated. It was clear that Carl and you would never have a future together in Alexandria, under your father's eyes; your father was in the process of expanding his dominant position. He acted so unsympathetically and ruthlessly that both Jesus and Rachel, the leaders of Hilltop and Oceanside, had distanced themselves from Alexandria and reduced mutual trade. Only Negan was fairly unimpressed by your father's behavior.

It was obvious to you that the current situation could not stay like this, Carl and you were enjoying your relationship only two afternoons a week, and this had been going on for quite a while now and the bond between the two of you had become stronger and tighter; it was not just a fling, it was so much more and you could not and would not imagine a life without Carl by your side. But you didn't like to think about it, because there seemed to be no solution. So you lived the moment as best you could.

"We have to get back to Alexandria," Carl said, yawning as he sat up to kiss you, then you got dressed, Carl put his bandage back on, you gathered the trash, fixed up the makeshift bed for your next stay, and you left.

***

But just a few days later, you realized that you probably had a problem. At first, you had assumed that your period was simply late, after all, you and Carl had used protection every time. But when you were two weeks overdue, nausea set in, and your breasts began to become taut, you panicked. It couldn't, no it couldn't, be that you were pregnant.

You shared your worries with Carl the next time you visited your place of love. "Are you sure?" he questioned anxiously, rubbing his chin. "We've been so careful, haven't we?" Of course, Michonne had inculcated him to be extra mindful, and also pointed out to him that no contraception method was infallible, but Carl never imagined that you would actually have such bad luck.

"I don't have a test, so I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I'm afraid I really am pregnant," you said glumly. You couldn't explain how exactly it had happened - maybe one of the condoms had ruptured unnoticed, or it had slipped off a bit when Carl had pulled out of you, or maybe he'd had some sperm on his fingers when he touched your pussy; especially if you made several rounds. In the end, the details didn't matter; it had happened. You sought out a pharmacy nearby, but it had already been extensively looted, so there were no more pregnancy tests.

Another two weeks passed without your period, but the pregnancy symptoms increased noticeably. "Okay, I think we can be sure now," Carl summed up helplessly, and you began to cry in despair. That was the end. The end of you and Carl, the end of all. Carl wrapped you in his arms. "Don't cry, please. Don't cry, darling. I'll take care of you. We'll find a way out of this," Carl promised.

"But which one?" you sobbed, "There isn't one! I'll soon start to show, my dad will kill me, and then you!"

Carl mused. "We must escape, before anyone notices," he then decided. "We have to leave Alexandria secretly, and find shelter somewhere else."

"How do you think you're going to do that, Carl?" you asked incredulously.

"During the next few days, take some of your belongings to the hayloft of the horse barn. Just enough so your parents won't notice. The bare necessities. I'll pack it into my car little by little. And in a couple of days we'll be on our way at dawn. We'll drive to Hilltop and ask to be taken in. We can't avoid relocating in the long run anyway if we want to live together; after all, your father would never accept it," Carl summed up the problem.

"Jesus is scared of my dad, what if he doesn't have the guts to take us in?" you gloomily pointed out. "My dad would take that as a declaration of war. Winter is coming, we can't live on the roads, even more so now that I'm with child!“

"Then we'll try Oceanside," Carl didn't give up. Well Rachel and her people weren't exactly known for liking to take risks either. "And if Rachel won't help us too, well, there's still the Sanctuary," he said hesitantly.

Your eyes widened. "Seriously? You want to live in Negan's community?"

Carl hugged you tightly and held you as you were shaking with tension. Your muscles felt sore. "I'm willing to live anywhere and under any conditions, as long as I can just be with you, Y/N," he told you softly. "And Negan may be a sociopathic asshole, but he certainly won't be daunted by your father. Besides, he has a soft spot for me for whatever reason. If I ask him to take us both in, he won't refuse me. It's not my dream to become one of Negan's people, but if that's the only way we can live together, then I'll gladly pay that price. I just want to keep you and our baby safe."

For days you were preparing your escape, and finally it was time. Carl's car was stowed with all the necessary things, and you planned the last details. "Tomorrow morning, before sunrise, we'll leave," Carl decided. You had met behind the church, and he kept glancing around nervously. "They probably won't notice we're missing until about afternoon, so way too late."

"Okay. You head out through the gate, and I'll climb over the fence and walk to the road," you reasoned, even though you didn't know how you were going to transport the box with Garfield in it over the fence. You would probably have to use a rope.

"No. There's no way you're going to climb in your condition," Carl said firmly. That was also the reason you hadn't gone to Joyland in some time. "Meet me at the garages, and you hide in the trunk," he determined. "No one will check my car. They'll just let me through at the gate; I'll say I'm going to find some medicine, we have a shortage as you know."

That evening, you arranged the clothes you were going to wear and hid Garfield's transport box in your closet. Leaving the cat behind was out of the question, so you made sure Garfield stayed in your room. You would have to sneak out of the house quietly, with Garfield and your backpack. And thus you would leave nothing and no one behind that or who meant something to you.

But unfortunately everything turned out differently. Suddenly, as you were about to go to bed, having just brushed your teeth, your father stood in the doorway; his silhouette filled the doorframe threateningly. "What's wrong, Dad?" you asked in a squeaky voice, your heart pounding.

He came closer, towering in front of you. "Your mother empties the trash cans in the bathrooms," he said in a casual tone, but you could hear the suppressed anger in it. "She told me you hadn't bled in quite a while now. There were no pads, no tampons in your trash can."

Your mind raced. "I only use tampons now, and I threw them all in the toilet. Sorry, Dad, I know that can clog the pipe. It won't happen again." Your heart was hammering more and more wildly, your mouth dry with fear.

He eyed you with suspicion. "Then I'm sure you won't mind taking a pregnancy test." He held one out to you. You sucked in a sharp breath. Your mother had appeared and was avoiding your gaze.

"All right," you agreed, and headed for the bathroom. You hoped that if you soaked it in water, the test would be negative. Or at least it would be invalid, and then your father wouldn't know if you were pregnant or not.

"I have several of these tests," he said then. "And your mom is going to accompany you to the bathroom, Y/N. Just to be safe." Your father's voice was low and angry.

Seeking help, you glanced at your mom. There was only one option left: she had to pee on the test stick instead of you. You would beg her to save you, hoping that for once in her life she would make the right decision.

But your father seemed to anticipate the course of events. "I've changed my mind," he said, grabbing your wrist. "Come along." You stumbled after him into the kitchen, where he took a mug from the shelf and handed it to you before shoving you into the broom closet. "You will now pee in that cup and give it to me, and I will perform the test myself. Until you hand me the cup with your urine, I won't let you out again, and you won't get any food or drink either. Neither will Garfield get anything." He smiled coldly before locking up behind you. The broom closet had no window, and there was nothing in it except the vacuum cleaner, buckets, some rags, mops and brooms. Now you really had no chance, there was no way out, so you might as well give up now. Weeping, you pulled down your pajama pants and panties, held the cup between your legs and peed into it.

Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl fanfiction #carl grimes imagines #how to save a cat

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marigolddove · 2 years ago

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💔Lovesick!Howdy Imagine

Request by: Anon

I know you probably want a one-shot and I absolutely will be doing a one-shot for Lovesick!howdy, this is just to have some ideas out there and to give you a taste of lovesick!howdy, haha. I'm having a bit of a block ATM and I'm still working on my Mafia Wally fic and my own personal fic on AO3 so my mind is a bit swamped (which is all my fault really cuz I have too many ideas at once).

Warnings: Obsessive/Possessive behaviors, angst, delusions, mentions of violence/aggression, unhealthy dependencies.

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When Howdy first starts feeling the effects of his illness it's...different.

Like, he was already so enamoured with you every time he'd see you anyway!

When you were shopping, at events thrown by Sally or Julie, or on those days when you would offer so sweetly to help Howdy around the shop.

Oh he was already falling for you, he had no doubts about it.

But lately things have been...weird, scary even.

Here lately when he sees you he can't stop looking at you. At all. Even when part of him wants to, even when you look up and catch him and give him a soft smile that makes his breath catch and his knees weak (that smile has been getting shaky the more you've caught him but he can't tell).

He feels like he can't breathe when you look at him, it's so overwhelming; but he doesn't want you to stop! Oh no, the opposite actually.

He was certain that if you stopped looking at him for too long he would combust, his body and mind burns when you aren't around, aren't looking at him or speaking to him.

And it is so scary, for everyone not just him.

You notice first, of course, you are so sweet, so caring. Of course you would notice he wasn't himself first! You love him! He knows you must.

You have to.

Gosh, if you didn't love him...well there wouldn't be any point of sticking around would there?

Of course he could always just wait for you to fall in love with him, he'd wait forever and a day for you.

Maybe it was mighty off of him to start abandoning his duties around the shop, and okay maybe it was weird for him to peek into your windows; but it's been days since he's seen you! Everyone claims they haven't seen or heard from you, which he feels like must be a lie.

Someone as sweet and social as you wouldn't just cut everyone off, especially him!

Why are they all lying? Why are they all hiding you?! He would never hurt you!

Who were they to judge him! Who were they to keep you two apart! He needs you, now more than ever.

He needs your sweet smiles, soft and caring touches and comforting aura.

The bugdega becomes a shadow of what it once was and it affects everyone in the neighborhood.

Howdy refuses to clean it, refuses to make more orders or restock until you're back.

He admits he goes a bit overboard when he practically trashes Poppy's home on his hunt for you, Poppy is—was his friend, everyone was, but then they all lied. Liars aren't friends.

Not when their lies hurt.

He wouldn't have to be so confrontational if someone would just tell the truth! If you would just come and see him like you go off and see everyone else in secret now!

Julie says you left, that you took only what was necessary and left the neighborhood.

That was a mean lie, a hurtful one, it made him feel hurt all over.

Made his chest ache, his fuzz stand on end and his head swim, but most of all it made him see red.

Why would she say that?! Why would anyone say something so horrible; so awful?!

You wouldn't do that! Leave all your furniture and beloved knick knacks and movies and books; your collections of memories, you wouldn't just abandon all your friends.

You wouldn't abandon him.

Some things are a...blur to him after that. He isn't sure what he did, but it wasn't nice or good and it wasn't anything he should be capable of; not Howdy Pillar, friendly and kind shop keeper, beloved member of the neighborhood.

Whatever he did it was bad enough to make Barnaby hit him, shove him, why would Barnaby hurt him now? Didn't he understand he was already in so much pain? Weren't they friends?

Things are wrong when you aren't here to help him.

The rest of the neighborhood is quick to react, Wally is the man with the plan.

He tells Howdy that you're resting at Home and that he can go see you as long as he calms down.

Finally!!

The truth and some help, Howdy knew he could count on Wally! He's the friendliest and most helpful in the neighborhood, after all!

What Howdy doesn't know is that you really did leave, intending to come back when you received word things had calmed down or that Howdy was okay.

You couldn't stay after hearing him try to open your door while you "slept", you had stood in silent horror as you watched the door handle jiggle and the door strain from his weight.

Thankfully he hadn't tried any harder than that, since the sickness hadn't reached its true peak.

And now, as Howdy moves deeper into Home, his heart beats impossibly quick and his ears ring as he imagines your sleeping form in Wally's guest room.

Only for the front door to slam shut behind him, but he doesn't care yet.

It's only when he finds the guest room empty that he starts to feel tricked, and when he realizes that Home is entirely devoid of you or anyone else he knows he's been tricked.

Now it's too late, he's trapped in here. Without anyone, all his friends must be outside laughing at him.

And as he shouts, shakes and bangs at all exits he can find he imagines you, so radiant and enchanting that it blinds him to the horror that his life is.

Like I said I fully intend on making Howdy content this is just a taste, I love making and reading imagines like these, I hope you enjoyed this!

#howdy x reader #lovesick #lovesick!howdy #Howdy Pillar #headcanons #ideas #welcome home #imagine

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josephquinnswhore · 2 years ago

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Hiiii bub thank you soooo much for the request here’s another one I have (based on me)

TW: blood & commit and anxiety attack

May you please do a Pedro pascal x plus size reader where readers worst fear is blood and any time they see it the feel nauseous and go in to an anxiety attack. Basically I was sick last week and had the absolute worst tummy bug (I’m all better) and threw up so hard my nose bled that I almost passed out and had an anxiety attack. Basically do it based off what happen to me and if u can add Bella and Nico and Gabriela calling Pedro bc he is the only one to calm reader down from these panic attacks.

Thank you in advance

My Comfort

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem/Plus Size Reader!

Summary: you’re sick and Pedro’s called back from his luck to see you in a bad way.

Word Count: 2k

Content Warning: reader is sick, mentions of blood, panic attack, vomit.

Note: hi sun bun 🐰, I love you. We must be the same person fr cause I’ve been sick for over a month LMAO and I get so queasy when I see blood. UGH, hopefully this gives you what you need. I also throw up to the point where my throat bleeds lol it’s so fucked. 🫶🏼🥰 I made it pretty dramatic LOL. M sorry it’s short.

You told yourself you were fine, you could do the filming through the sickness. You were sipping on your water and drinking your raspberry flavoured hydralyte, even though it tasted like shit. Just to try and get yourself through the day, unable to tell yourself you’re not sick enough to show up for work. It was too important, it came before everything else in your life, well, almost everything. It was second in line to your boyfriend and co-worker, Pedro.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Just one more scene to shoot, then you can go home.” You chanted to yourself as you look in the mirror trying to convince yourself it to be true, thinking maybe if you said it aloud it would enforce some truth. Your face was losing colour with every passing minute, and the darkness around your eyes was a clear indication that everything was far from okay, that you were not okay.

But you felt guilty, you didn’t want to let the team down by going home and delaying the episode when you had one measly scene left to shoot, you may as well just tough it out and get through it as best you could. It would maybe take a couple hours at most, you could do that! Right? You started to doubt yourself at the way your limbs started to ache and feel heavy. It hurt to hold your head upright.

You turn on the tap to the cold water, letting the water gather into your cupped hands before you bring it to your face, the coolness is refreshing, you exhale a deep breath to try and relax, patting your face dry with some paper towel and throw it into the trash bin. You could do this. You couldn’t give up.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? You don’t look so hot.” Gabriel sets a hand on your shoulder, his thick black eyebrows were nearly touching as he frowned, his dark brown eyes squinted with concern at one look of you, his hand feels like it weighs a tonne on your aching shoulder. “I-I mean you are, but, you know.” He gestures to you and you raise an eyebrow at him, you didn’t wanna have to deal with this right now-as much as you liked him.

“Dude shut it, are you okay?” Bella asks, her face strewn with concern for your well-being. You swallow your spit loudly, gulping down the clump that sits in your throat, feeling more ill with every passing second. “Um…I’m ok, I think.” you can’t decide what to say, unsure of whether you even believe your obvious and blatant lies. Bella looks to Nico and they know you’re lying, sharing a look of sympathy toward you, watching as you slightly sway as you stand still.

“Why don’t you just sit down for a second, have some water.” You nod to Nico, “thanks,” you mumble in agreement as she sets a gentle hand on your back, helping you sit, agreeing it’s a good idea. The bright lights of the set don’t help the ache in your head that’s contributing to your illness. Your eyes squint as your brain throbs at how bright it is, you blink harshly, trying to rid the ache that’s set in motion, the shadow of a headache you knew would grow into a migraine.

“Wouldn’t hurt to sit for five minutes.” You mumble in an unintelligible slur, as you feel a wave of nausea coming over you, it shakes your whole body to the core, the feeling settles uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. Your fingers grasp your bottle shakily with the hydralyte, desperate to rid your body of the nausea setting, but it wasn’t your bottle, and it wasn’t hydralyte. It was a bottle of soft drink, the fizz of the soda causes a rift in your stomach that feels like it’s about to explode. The feeling builds and builds until it feels like it’s going to erupt, from your mouth.

“Oh my god, someone get me a bucket.” You hunch over in your seat with one arm wrapped around your stomach, the other holding your hand over your mouth, the nausea rising up your throat that you have to swallow down the first time it attempts its exit because you would’ve just spewed all over the floor on set. You heave again, this time Gabriel is holding a bucket underneath your mouth, the taste of the liquid makes your stomach ache even though it barely has time to digest.

The same coloured liquid comes out as clear, mostly bile the first few times, until the stench of the contents in the bucket circulates through your nostrils and churns your stomach again, twisting until it shoots up your throat, this one hurt your throat badly, the sting it made coming out has you unable to breathe for a few seconds, your lash line full to the brim with unshed tears, coughing violently as someone rubs a hand along your back, trying to soothe you.

You feel something dribbling from your nose and you wipe it with the back of your hand, not caring how disgusting it would seem to anyone else. You expect to see snot or mucus on your hand associated with the tears brought to your eyes from the vomiting. To your surprise you see a bright red liquid, your blood was coating your hand in a rugged line on your hand, your nose was bleeding.

“Oh shit you’re bleeding.” Nico exclaims, panic evident in her voice, inspecting your nose and handing you a tissue, the blood filled the tissue within a few seconds, the flow from your nostril not giving up. You must’ve burst a blood vessel in your nostril with how it’s pouring out of you, you start to feel dizzy at the sight of how much blood you’re losing. You pull back the tissue and feel it leaking through the tissue, your fingertips were now stained red from how profusely it was bleeding.

It starts with your hands trembling, your body becomes stiff and you can hardly hear anyone around you. Your fingers are shaking that badly you drop the bloody tissue, your nose is now free bleeding all over you and your clothes. Your breaths are rugged and panicked. The ache in your neck causes it to fall, your whole body falling forward destined to hit the ground until Gabriel catches you, sitting you on the floor, lying you on your side.

“Call Pedro back from lunch, now. And get the damn medic.” Bella demands Gabriel who stands in a panic not knowing what to do, he rushes to get his phone and makes the call to Pedro, Nico rushes away to find the medic on set while Bella stays with you. She’s knelt down beside you, trying to pry you upright but your body is stiff and unmoving other than the small underlying tremble of your body.

The medic arrives first, she’s kneeling down beside Bella to look at you, eyeing the teenager in shock at the state of you. “Hey hun can you hear me? It’s Cas I’m here to help.” You feel a warm hand on your body as she rolls you onto your back, the ache from the touch alone causes you to whimper, your eyes are strewn shut at the brightness of the room, it was all too much, you just wanted Pedro.

She pulls out of her bag a cuff, to check your blood pressure, the tightening of the cuff on your arm was pleasantly satisfying, slightly grounding you with each notch of pressure that was released. “Okay, blood pressures a little low but nothing to be worried about. Just going to check your temperature sweetie.” She moves your arm, shoving a thermometer under your armpit and waits for it to beep. She checks it and purses her lips together on a thin line.

“Baby, oh my god is she okay?” Pedro kneels down next to you, his hands are holding your cheeks, cupped in his own large hands the warmth from them makes you sweat, a result of your ever rising temperature. “Is she okay?” Pedro asks Cas, she puts the thermometer away. “She had a reading of 39.2 degrees, she’s got a fever, not sure what’s causing it though.”

“Hey baby, hey can you hear me? It’s me baby I’m here.” You could barely find the strength in you to open your eyes, eyelids squinting to protect your eyes from the brightness of the room. “Hey.” You mutter, with the last of your strength you could muster before you fall unconscious.

Pedro’s leg is bouncing the whole time he’s sat in the chair beside your bed in the hospital. The beeping of the monitor keeping your reading would sometimes make a commotion in the event of a momentary spike in blood pressure, “it’s just trying to regulate itself.” The nurse offered, which didn’t make him feel any better.

“Mr Pascal, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Dr Wrent, we’ve been doing some tests on your girlfriend here today. We’ve come to find that she’s somehow contracted a deadly stomach bug, it’s rare but not unknown, we can give some anti biotics to take home and she should be fine within the week.” The doctor put your folder and hung it on the end of the bed, “by the way, make sure you enforce that she takes a break, tell her to stop working so hard.”

“Right, I’ll do that. Thanks for everything.” Pedro sunk back into his chair and waited for you to wake up, the small sandwich and juice from the cafeteria sitting unopened as you lie peacefully.

You start to stir right when Pedro feels his eyelids drooping, begging him to close so he can have a moments rest. He hears the shuffling before his brain has the chance to fully lull him into sleep, rustling around in the front of his mind to wake up, sending an alarm throughout his body that you were finally awake.

“God baby you’re awake. You scared the shit out of everyone you know that?” As if you hadn’t felt guilty enough, the worry on His face made it worse. You couldn’t look at him, avoidant in your stare towards him, looking quite literally elsewhere until he leaned over the bed and grabbed your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.

“I’m sorry baby- I didn’t mean,” he takes a deep breath before continuing. “We were worried about you, why didn’t you tell someone you weren’t feeling well?” You should’ve just done that to begin with you knew, but you were too stubborn.

“I just convinced myself I should do it, I didn’t want to disappoint anyone by delaying the season for one last scene.” Pedro’s hand caresses your hair, fingers gliding through your hair as he calms you. “From now on you put yourself forward okay? Promise me.”

You pull your bottom like between your teeth, enjoying the sting it brings when you bite down too hard, “okay, I promise.”

“I’m proud of you though, you saw that blood and didn’t die, soooo.” Pedro trails off with a small laugh and you groan and roll your eyes, shoving his arm. “Don’t remind me, that’s so embarrassing.”

Pedro stands from the bed, handing you a sandwich wrapped in a paper bag, “you know I think they’re gonna put a scene of you passing out in the show.” You stop feeling back the paper bag and look at him suspiciously, “they wouldn’t want to!”

He simply shrugs, “you didn’t hear that from me, now eat. Need my baby strong.” You unwrap and bite into the sandwich, it contained all your favourite fillings and you smile, stomach feeling settled and the ache of the emptiness was now gone as you’d managed to swallow some food. You’d sure learnt a valuable lesson; Gabriel is useless when it comes to emergency situations.

#Pedro pascal #Pedro pascal x fic #Pedro pascal x reader #Pedro pascal x you #Pedro pascal x fem reader #Pedro pascal as Joel miller #Pedro pascal on the set of tlou #tlou #Pedro pascal requested fic

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authortobenamedlater · 11 months ago

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E3 deep dive, brought to you by illness and cold medicine, you are warned.

I maybe should start just doing the highs and lows of each episode, because these take forever to write and I’m not sure how interesting they are for the rest of you. I was going to do highs and lows at the end of this post but it got too long.

We open up with Silver Team going rogue at Visegrad Relay, looking for their Cobalt comrades. It’s becoming increasingly clear that not only is this mission off the books, but John hasn’t told his team this. Not great for unit cohesion, Master Chief.

The base is eerily empty and there’s a rhythmic thumping sound. The Covenant? No, just a door opening and closing. Somehow that doesn’t feel much less scary.

Instead of the Covenant, we meet a swarm of Marines led by an impressively gutsy and likely ONI officer who puts herself between Silver Team and the ominously thumping door. She accuses John of stealing a Condor and falsifying a flight plan. This is news to the rest of Silver. John doesn’t care and barges through the door expecting to find Cobalt. He finds a whole lot of nothing. This doesn’t look like a cover-up at all, nope.

Next we whiplash to Ackerson having a touching and mundane moment with his father, who’s senile but not so far gone he doesn’t know he’s senile. Evidently Ackerson has been spilling classified information to his dad. In light of everything else going on, that’s pretty far down on Ackerson’s list of misdeeds. We also learn that “Julia” the mysterious flash clone was Ackerson’s sister. Why did he clone a bunch of her for Halsey? Ackerson Sr. reminds his son “You promised not to let them [the Covenant, presumably] take me alive.” Once again, nothing ominous here.

Then we have Dadmiral Keyes dressing down his overgrown children for ripping through the UCMJ like it’s wet toilet paper. You also get the feeling Keyes is getting squeezed into this and has information he should have shared with Silver, but was ordered not to. John asks if Ackerson is behind this, and everyone knows the answer but can’t say it.

John’s team is rightly furious with him for lying to them. Kai at least tries to reason with him but John’s not hearing it. The audience knows John is right and the UNSC-ONI machine is gaslighting him into thinking he doesn’t see what he knows he’s seeing. However, he’s still being a jerk about it and turning his own people against him. He doesn’t help his case when he mops the floor with his ONI babysitters like Steve Rogers taking out the Hydra guys in The Winter Soldier elevator scene.

Laera is trying to escape the Rubble and go after Soren, only to get wrapped up in Soren’s crew’s plot to steal the “Madrigal money.” Kwan continues to prove herself both useless and useful. With Madrigal glassed now, one has to wonder what role Kwan has to play. At the same time, she’s tough and resourceful, I have to give her that. She also tries to do what’s right. She knew Laera would die and went to rescue her, probably thinking she could reunite mother and son at some point but mom has to be alive for that to happen.

Laera, too, shows herself to be more than just a pretty face, resisting Antares’s interrogation even with a gun to her head. And the part where she says “I can usually reason with my husband” 🤣 it takes a real woman to hang with Soren-066. Plus, Laera always looks fabulous! I want to look that good if I ever get shoved in an airlock.

Got ahead of myself there, but some things work best tackled as a big chunk.

Riz seems to be increasingly disenchanted with Spartan life, not that I can blame her after how John treated her last week. Never mind that she’s been in constant pain for six months. She ends up at Louis’s place where we learn he and Danilo the PT are married. Riz asks Louis what “other things” there are to be besides a Spartan. We don’t get the rest of the conversation, but it looks like Riz might be getting ready to jump ship. She may find her options more limited once Reach falls, though.

Back at the ranch, we discover what actually happened to Cobalt. They were in fact at Visegrad, and ran into the Covenant. We don’t know if this happened before or after Silver Team showed up, but it confirms what we all thought: There’s some conspiracy to keep Covenant activity on Reach under wraps.

Keyes is clearly distraught over the four (remarkably intact) bodies in the morgue. THE DADMIRAL LOVES HIS OVERGROWN EMOTIONALLY STUNTED SPARTAN CHILDREN I am not taking questions on this. The exchange between him and Ackerson here is top-tier. When Ackerson tells Keyes to leave and Keyes says “I won’t run”? I don’t think you’re going to be in season 3, Jacob.

Kai goes to Ackerson, who admires her for defending her “CO.” John isn’t her “commanding officer.” He’s not an officer. I don’t know what they’d call him, though. “Your team leader”? I won’t bug you all with nitpicking terminology. Kai is so stir crazy that she asks to be deployed alone until John is cleared for combat. This, I suspect, is how she ends up with the S-IIIs.

John takes his concerns to Parangosky, who to the surprise of no one, has not really left ONI. He tells her the Covenant is on Reach and no one is listening to him. Parangosky doesn’t give him the help he’s looking for. She tells him to go back to FLEETCOM and lay low, and she’s brought a cadre of spooks to ensure his compliance. This does not placate the increasingly agitated Master Chief.

Ackerson visits Halsey in holo-jail and gives her a speech about how she made the Spartans “fragile” by implanting those pellets. He tells her that “these things [she] made, broken as they may be” will be the foundation for something greater. I suspect this is the Spartan-III program. It’s also what Adun says to Halsey’s clone right before he kills her and dissolves her in acid.

Then the bomb drops: Julia, Ackerson’s sister, was a Spartan who died from the augmentations. Suddenly everything about Ackerson makes sense.

But the bombs aren’t done dropping. Ackerson leaves, then walks back in with none other than Soren-066. He tells Halsey “I didn’t want you to be alone” and walks out. Halsey looks legit TERRIFIED when she sees Soren.

Finally, John goes to see Talia and finds her in church. I’m going Gaga over the religious references this year, you all don’t even know. Talia has a recording of the “interference” on Sanctuary, which we find out is also a prayer offered by the Arbiter not named Thel ‘Vadam, stating his intention to offer Reach as a burnt offering and place the Demon’s head on the altar.

While Talia is translating the prayer, we see a montage that notably shows us Ackerson giving his father a pill, probably cyanide, reiterating his promise that he wouldn’t let the Covenant take his dad alive. He tells his father “I have to go away” which is the third time he’s said as much in two episodes. As he’s walking out, Ackerson brings in a final Julia clone, and his dad thinks he’s seeing his little girl one last time. A teary-eyed Ackerson walks out, and the next time we see him he’s strapped into a troop transport. Going where, we wonder?

Then an explosion shatters the church’s windows and the episode ends.

All this sets us up for…next week it’s all going down.

#halo #halo tv show #halo spoilers

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pluppsauthor · 4 months ago

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Shattered Gods - Chapter 1 (Part two)

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Sorry this took a few days, my life became very busy, very quickly. Anyway, this is a continuation of Chapter One of my story Frequency: Shattered Gods. There's a link to that post above this.

Enjoy!

(Tag list for writing: @illarian-rambling, @casualsuitturtle, @tildeathiwillwrite, @thecomfywriter. Message me, or comment/reblog this saying you want to be on/off of the tag list)

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When she came to, she found herself in pitch-black darkness. For a moment, she thought she was dead, but then she felt her heart beat, and her chest rise and fall with each breath.

‘What… just happened? My lighter should be around here, right?’

She sat up, only noticing that she had been lying flat on her back just a moment prior. She fruitlessly looked around for any sign of light, but saw nothing. She sighed and started slowly running her hands across the ground to find her lighter.

The ground felt a little different then it used to, like something was coating it. But Luna didn’t think much of it, and continued searching.

Eventually, she found the lighter and successfully lit it after a half-dozen attempts or so.

She was going to look for the box, maybe re-light her lantern, find her supplies, or even just check to make sure she was unharmed. But something else caught her attention first.

The ground was a deep red colour as opposed to the normal grey of stone. Looking around, the red pattern seemed to cover a large part of the floor, and even some of the lower parts of the walls near her. Everywhere was red within at least 5 metres of her, except one part.

There was an untouched outline on the floor right in the middle of the stain. This outline perfectly fit Luna, suggesting that’s where she was lying down, up until a few minutes ago. But what was this stain exactly?

It didn’t take long for her to realise it was blood.

Her blood.

She suddenly felt very ill, to the point of almost fainting, again. She clumsily stumbled around for a few seconds before emptying her stomach in a nearby corner. She didn’t know what happened, or how so much of her blood had ended up all across the room, but the idea alone made her sick to her core.

She tried to grip her chest, but noticed something. There was a hole in her clothes right where her heart would be. Her body was fine, but her clothes were torn and bloodied. As if someone shot a cannon through her and she suffered no injury.

Now that she thought about it, right before she blacked out she felt a horrible pain flash through her chest. Maybe something did hit her like a cannon, but then why was she perfectly fine?

‘What the hell is happening!? Where’s that box? There has to be something I can glean from it.’

The box, unfortunately, was nowhere to be seen. Considering what had happened just now, perhaps it was a good thing she couldn’t attempt to touch it again.

Despite that, there was something Luna’s senses slowly became aware of, or lack thereof. The presence from the box was gone. More than that, however, her own senses were dulled and choked as if she was still in its presence.

Whatever was in that box wasn’t anymore. She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

‘There’s no world where that can be good.’

She took several minutes to sit in the darkness coming to terms with everything that had happened, that she knew of. Of course, her lighter was on the ground next to her, but she was practically in darkness.

When she felt composed enough, she stood up, took the lighter, and went to find her lantern.

‘I just wanted to explore the ruin, why did all of this have to happen?’

All of her belongings were scattered about, most likely as a result of whatever happened when she opened that box. She lit her lantern, put her lighter away, and started gathering her supplies. Thankfully, almost nothing was damaged, just scattered around.

Once everything was back where it should be and her backpack was on her shoulders, she went back into the other, now blood-soaked, room. She still wanted to see that mural, no matter what.

“It’s okay, Luna,” she said to herself, “we’ll just see the mural, get our notes, and get out of here. This is probably a dream or something anyway, let’s just be done here.”

She made her way to the mural, which was thankfully far away from the blood and vomit. The mural's exact meaning wasn’t fully understood yet, but it depicted three figures, a fourth one was unfortunately cut off due to the broken nature of the mural.

There was a small string of text beneath it too. Nobody had been able to crack the runic language found in these ruins, even after years of gathering information.

But when Luna looked at it, she could read it.

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Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear any thoughts about it if you have any. ❤

#writeblr #writing #writblr #my writing #my wips #original writing #frequency: shattered gods

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sixpossumsinatrenchcoat · 2 years ago

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game over

One year after the worst end, Kel and Aubrey confront their regrets. (Spoilers for abandon end/knife end.)

Kel used to fall asleep so easily. But that hasn’t been true in a long time.

After lying awake for a lifetime, he can feel a familiar weight settle onto the edge of his bed. He stretches an arm out invitingly. The knot in his stomach loosens a little as Sunny slides in beside him.

Kel keeps his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to see the bloody mess of Sunny’s chest. He just wraps his arm around Sunny’s clammy shoulder and pulls him in closer. When he starts twisting his fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, Sunny lets out a contented little hum, like he used to when they were kids.

Everyone always spoiled Sunny. Patting his head, scratching his back. Wrapping him up in your favorite sweater after he forgot his. It probably wasn’t good for him, but it just felt so nice. Probably ‘cause everything about Sunny was so painfully honest. His emotions, especially. Sunny couldn't fake a reaction if he tried. When he smiled, it was true to the bone. Like looking directly at the sun.

Kel can feel cold fingers tracing the line of his collar.

“I wouldn't have touched you like this,” Sunny reminds him.

“I know.”

“Or I already would have.”

“Yeah.”

“I liked when you touched me, though. I really liked being touched.”

Kel huffs a laugh. “Pfft. Yeah. You were always kind of a brat.”

He still doesn’t look, but he can hear the scowl in Sunny’s voice. “It's not nice to speak ill of the dead.”

“Hah. Yeah. I always thought that was kinda dumb, though. I mean... It’s not like they’re gonna mind. Isn’t it meaner to shit-talk someone who might actually hear you?”

“Point,” Sunny concedes, pushing up on one elbow.

Kel can’t resist. He opens his eyes in time to see Sunny grin, just the briefest flash of teeth. Sunny’s eyes are empty holes.

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Eventually, Kel falls asleep.

It’s one of those weird dreams, where Sunny is a little kid for some reason. But at least this one isn’t full of bloody holes.

“Sunny!!” Kel greets him, beaming.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Haha, yeah, right! What was it again? I don’t really remember this game…”

Baby Sunny rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t matter. Why are you here?"

“Huh? Pff… What, am I not on the guest list? Did you have plans today or something?”

“No. But this place isn’t for you. It’s— I think it might be. Bad. For… people like you.” His face hardens. “I think it was bad for Sunny.”

“But I like it here!!! It’s kind of… I dunno. I can’t explain it. But for some reason, it… sort of feels like Sunny? Does that make sense?”

“No,” Baby Sunny says flatly. But there’s a familiar glint in his eye. Sunny used to look like that when he was laughing at you, not with you. “All the more reason to stay away. Sunny gave up. He lost. You shouldn’t be moping around after some dead kid you only saw for three days out of the last five years.”

“Haha. Y-Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“So you’ll stop coming?”

“Nnn….no?” Kel thinks about it. “No, I’ll probably keep coming. Sorry.”

“Ugh. You people are all the same. But, fine. If you’re going to be like that, I’ll try to find his stupid ghost.”

“Wh– Huh?? But—isn’t that what you’re supposed to be?”

Baby Sunny gives him a scathing look. “Why would Sunny’s ghost be twelve?”

“….Because it’s a dream? Or it’s… when my fondest memories are from, or something?”

“Oh, right, because it’s all about you,” rolling his eyes. “Be right back.”

Huh. This is… sort of a weird dream, actually. When you stop to think about it.

Kel is vaguely aware that dreams are supposed to mean a bunch of different things. Like, if you dream about your teeth falling out, it means you’re losing control of your life, or… need to find a new dentist, or whatever. And if you dream about finding a big pot of leprechaun gold, maybe you’re about to find a big pot of leprechaun gold?

So maybe he should, like, talk to someone. A fortune-teller, or a therapist or something. He could at least look it up online. What does it mean if you dream a bunch of weird alter-egos of your dead best friend? Though it might not take a fortune teller to figure that one out. You’re grieving, idiot. You’re all hung up on someone who you’ll never see again, so your stupid lizard brain is filling in the space.

Then the air around him sort of—stutters, and Sunny is standing in front of him.

It’s not baby Sunny this time. Not bleeding-from-the-chest Sunny, either. This one looks almost exactly how he did the last time he was alive, except with all the color drained out of him. He’s as white as a sheet of printer paper.

On the bright side, he also looks a lot less miserable.

The second Sunny spots Kel, he lights up. Fingers curled, eyes bright and disbelieving. Then he takes a longer look, and his face falls. “…Kel.”

“S-Sunny?” It comes out as a pathetic little croak.

Sunny shrinks a little more. “You. Look so sad.”

“Haha.” Kel tries for a smile, but it doesn’t fit. He gives up. It’s not like it matters. Too little too late. “Y-Yeah. Um. I guess.”

“Why?”

Kel winces. How do you tell a guy, Well, buddy, it’s ~mostly~ ‘cause you kinda ruined my life. A little. Or a lot, maybe. How do you say, Those three days I spent with you were the happiest I’d been in four years. I’m probably not as happy as you think, actually. It just seemed that way ‘cause you only saw me when I was with you. “Uh…”

“Oh,” Sunny says quietly. “Sorry.”

“O-Oh. Huh. Is that, like, dream stuff? You know what I’m thinking ‘cause we’re in my head?”

“What? No. You’re just obvious.”

Kel stares. Sunny stares back at him.

“...This is weird,” Kel decides. He talks to Sunny a lot, in one way or another. When he’s really tired, sometimes he even gets an answer. But his hallucinations aren’t usually this nice. And none of them have ever sounded so much like… well, Sunny. (How he imagines that Sunny would have sounded, anyway, if Sunny had opened his mouth even once after opening that door. The last time Kel actually heard Sunny’s voice, they were in middle school.) “Why are you… Or. I mean. You sound sort of… different? When I see you, you… don't usually sound like this.”

Sunny’s eyes widen. “You’re. You—see me?”

“Well, yeah.”

“You don’t mean— Do you mean Omori?”

“Omori,” Kel says, with relief. That’s what it was. “I don’t know why I can never remember that. But, um. No. Not the kid one. The other one.”

“When?”

“At night, mostly? Like, when I can’t sleep and stuff. So, uh. I guess, like, most nights?”

“But that’s not me,” Sunny says urgently. “That’s just something you made up.” His forehead scrunches. “...Is he mean?”

“Uh.” Kel doesn’t know how to answer that. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

Sunny’s mouth tightens. “Well. He— What you’re seeing. You know it’s not me.”

Uhhh… “Well, yeah. ‘Cause you’re… you know.” Dead. “But it’s the same for you, right? It’s just… all the different ways I saw you, or whatever. Memory soup.”

“No.”

“N-No?”

“No. But it’s fine. I just.” Sunny hesitates. “Don’t want you to… hurt yourself. Especially not using me.”

“Haha,” Kel says unhappily. “Well. I, uh. Don’t really need to go out of my way for that, bud.”

Sunny’s head tilts. He doesn’t get it.

“Because. You know.” But Sunny just keeps staring, like he genuinely doesn’t. Kel takes a second to remind himself that Sunny is dead, and can’t get his feelings hurt. “Because, um. You’re the one who hurt me?”

Sunny’s face crumples. Kel can feel it in his marrow, a leaden sort of ache. Sunny couldn’t fake a reaction if he tried. When he cried, it wasn’t ‘cause he wanted something, or was trying to make you feel bad or whatever. It was just because he felt sad.

...It’s weird. There’s no light in this Sunny, no breath or blood. But he still feels so real. True, in a way that the real Sunny felt. Kel’s stupid waking nightmares never make him feel like this.

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