#part guilt part oh my god she broke out to go make sweet potato in the park i love her

[fungii]

sliding this over to you on a table with a note that just says "thats her dad"

[mothwingzzz]

CW: GORE CW: BODY HORROR

"Dear Apple Bloom,

Aw sug, I knew I should have listened to ya. Your gut ain't ever steered no one in the wrong direction, least of all your family.

When big brother started coming back from the fields all exhausted and spittin' more water out of his mouth than a fire hydrant on a hot summers day, you were the first to speak up. None of us wanted to admit ol' Big Mac might have been comin' down with somethin' but while we were all chalkin' it up to overworking himself or old age, you were the first one to notice his mark was fading.

I can't say what I did was right. All I can say is I was bein' stubborn, gosh darn it. I didn't want to see my big brother go. How selfish I was... You can't imagine the guilt I have wrestlin' in my big ol' heart right now. I should've never let it go on as long as I did. I didn't know what the farm would do without him, and I certainly wasn't too keen on sendin' him off to that big fancy hospital. Course he was too delirious to make any decisions for himself and I... I had to make them for him. Oh god, little sis, it was too much weight to put on my itty bitty shoulders and I couldn't cave. I had to be strong and I had to be the one to help him.

I figured if we got him all situated in the barn, it'd just take a day or two of rest and he'd be up and at 'em again, spry as a spring chicken. But when those days started growing longer, and the nights lost their quiet charm on account of his constant neighing and crying, the truth was a bitter pill to swallow. It was his hooves that started to go first. While every one of my friends concerned themselves with his up and vanished cutie mark, you and I started to see the red sacks swelling up around his legs. It was as if his skin was an overfilled sack of potatoes: growin' too heavy until all those spuds would just... burst.

When he took a nip at me was when I finally broke down. Our big brother, the kindest stallion i'd ever known, started screaming his lungs out about how he was fine and he'd needed to get back to pushing the plow even though he'd lost over half of his weight by that point. I pushed him back down on his cot and scolded him. I knew plain as day by then that he was sick. A piece of his skin came off on to my hoof cleaner than a bandage. Sicker than any pony i'd ever seen in my entire life. The sore growing around his mane made the hair fall out in clumps and he couldn't help himself from coughing up those big piles of snot and blood whenever he tried to breathe.

I should have seen it coming, sug. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the extra work. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't feeling too peachy myself, but I should have seen him whip his bony neck towards me before he tore a chunk out of dads ol' sun cap. He clipped my ear too. The worst part was that I couldn't tell if the blood on his lips was from me or the five teeth he lost doing the act.

I should have seen it coming. All of it. Now here we are: him on his lonesome in a room all the way on the other end of the wing, wheezing and crying and smearing his own waste and blood all over the walls. And me. I don't feel so good, sugar plum. My legs can't do as much walkin' as they used to. My eyes feel like they're getting softer and softer every day. And my shame. I can't even remember grandmas name anymore. Oh sweet pea, please just make sure you stay put until they figure out whats wrong with us. I love you... your sister will be with you as soon as she can again. Dashie's the only one who comes and sees me anymore, she says Big Mac keeps trying to get her to come into his room, insisting he's A-okay... but he ain't got eyes in his head no more. Oh sweetie pie, it's all my fault. I just hope these doctors can make it right.

With all the love in the world,

Your Sister,

Applejack.

DEEEar sisush aaaa.....,

Im oh my god I... got blood on th e sheet, nursiee pleas get me a clean My sistu needs to hear from herrr my sister...??

mh mouh feel off today

-Aplejuuucka

[thorne93]

History Repeats (Part 5)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 2039

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong​

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After a grueling day at work, you left to go pick up some aspirin for a headache you’d acquired, and luckily, you’d remember that you'd ran out of meds at home. So you gathered your jacket, purse, told the next shift goodnight as you left. Hayden must’ve slipped in at some point in the night through the lobby because you didn’t see him all night and typically he at least waved to you or asked you to come up, but tonight you hadn’t seen him at all. 

You stopped in at the pharmacy closest to work, hoping to pick up the pills and a coke to wash them down with, so that the pills could work while you drove. 

After grabbing the pills, you some how ended up on the candy and greeting card aisle, looking for a candy bar to splurge on and maybe grab a stupid card for Hayden, to just thank him for being a sweet friend. Mid way through your long browsing, you heard two people laughing a few aisles over. They weren’t loud, it was just empty in the pharmacy except for the cashier, you, these two people, and one other man you’d passed earlier. You smiled a bit to yourself, happy for the young couple. 

That was until the laugh continued and you recognized it. 

Frowning, you made your way around the corner of the candy and went over to the source of the sound, your body moving on a mission, against your will. You weren’t sure you were ready for the sight you saw. Jason, and a girl you’d seen maybe once or twice before, in the condom aisle. He had two boxes in his hands and she was laughing and touching all over him.

“Jason?”

His eyes shot up to you as his face lost all humor and the girl turned to you as well, her face starting to falter. 

“Y/N,” he breathed, staring at you. “What are you doing here?”

“Headache. Need meds. What’s--uh, what are you doing?” you asked, trying to be polite, a strangled smile painting on your face. 

“Just...Uh…” he answered, putting the boxes back on their hooks. “I’m just…”

You shook your head, then nodded. “No, that’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’ll just be going,” you said, smiling and turning, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment and anger and the tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N, wait,” Jason said as you were turning, he moved past the girl with him and reached you, gently grabbing your arm.

As soon as you looked up at him, he had a sorrowful look on his face and his hand dropped from your arm. 

“I’m sorry,” he offered. “We just...we started talking and--”

“Jason...I really don’t need an explanation. We’re not dating anymore.”

“I know but…”

“But it’s only been a little over a month?” you added, a little bit of sting in your voice and guilt colored his expression.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he asked with a shrug, his hands shoved in his jacket pocket. 

“Nothing,” you assured. “I don’t need you to say anything, Jason. You live your life. We broke up for a reason,” you reminded, surprised at how well you were holding together, not crying or your voice cracking.

He nodded, stating, “Yeah, you’re right. We did. We broke up because we aren’t compatible, but me and Samantha, we--”

“Jason, save it,” you said. “I really don’t need to know how I was such an awful girlfriend and she’s fantastic. I get it. You don’t fucking love me. Move on. Jesus, why do you have to pour salt in the wound?” you snapped.

“I’m not trying to do that, Y/N, I just thought you deserved an explanation for--”

“For what? Sleeping with some new chick a month after we get out of a two year relationship? I think the picture is pretty clear, Jason. Thanks though, for belittling my intelligence yet again.”

At that, you turned and stormed off to the counter, grabbing your candy and coke on the way, checking out, and rushing to the car before he could see the tears on your face. As you started the car though, and put it into gear, you didn’t want feel the pull to go home. You didn’t want to go back to the place that was saturated with Jason’s memory. You needed someplace else. But where could you go at one in the morning?

With hope in your chest, you drove out of the parking lot and headed for the hotel, taking your bag of headache remedies and purse with you. You ran through the lobby, earning some looks from staffers and guests alike as you bee lined for the elevators, waiting impatiently for them to descend to pick you up. Finally, it arrived and you slipped inside as fast as possible, luckily, you were the only one on the elevator, and your few tears had already dried. The elevator seemed to have a personal mission to go as slowly as possible, however. The doors closed after what seemed like a decade, and it took twice as long to reach the sixth floor, where you bolted for Hayden’s room.

You stood there and knocked, praying he wasn’t asleep yet. No answer came for a while.

After a few minutes, you gave up, turning and ready to leave when the door unlocked and opened.

“Y/N?” he said, seeming tired.

At the sight of his face, the dam broke, and the tears burst hot onto your face. Ugly weeping began and Hayden’s face went from tired to alarmed. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” he asked as he opened the door wider, letting you come in. 

You nodded as you stepped past him, standing in the little entry way of his suite, noticing he was clad in a cute dark green t-shirt and plaid pajama pants.

“Last I checked, sobbing in the middle of the night at a friend’s place isn’t a good sign for ‘okay’,” he said, a small smile pulling at his lips and you couldn’t help but let a small laugh come out at his joke. He walked closer to you and put his hands on your biceps, gently holding you. “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Ja--Ja--Jason,” you stammered, the ugly sobbing continuing. 

“Here, come here,” Hayden instructed as he pulled you to the couch. “Do you want water?” he asked. 

You shook your head and held up the bag, showing him you had a coke. He took the bag, pulled the drink, got a glass and ice, and poured the drink for you and came back and you sipped the drink.

“Shh...Y/N, calm down, calm down, just...collect your thoughts, take some deep breaths,” he offered, sitting across from you and stroking your back comfortingly. 

You took his advice, taking a few deep breaths, sipping the coke, and slowly, the hysterics died down. 

“You okay now?” he asked after about five minutes, a friendly smile on his face.

You nodded.

“Do you want to talk about whatever happened?” 

You nodded. “I...I was out getting some aspirin for my headache, after work. I heard someone laughing, and I recognized it as Jason so I went over to him...and I find him with Samantha, a girl that used to sort of hang out with his friends, and they’re…” You stopped, feeling your throat swell again. You took a deep breath, stopping the release of fresh sobs. “They were checking out the condoms,” you said, rushing it out of your mouth as your face went into your hands, some more tears coming, but not quite as violent as they had.

Hayden shushed you as he scooted closer and put his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as you were bent over.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry…” he offered. “That really sucks. He’s a dick,” he responded.

You slowly sat up and his arms dropped from you as you shook your head.

“No. He's not. He’s got a right to date or do whatever he’s doing...It’s just that it’s only a month after we broke up and he’s already moving on? What does that say about us? I mean...we were together for two years. If it was six months, I could see it, sure we weren’t that close. But we lived together, we shared a life, we talked about getting married.”

“I can’t imagine how much this hurts you,” he said. “But if it’s any consolation, he’s an idiot.”

You laughed at his comment. “No, he’s not,” you said.

“No, he really is. You don’t just leave someone and then start dating a month later. Like you said, you two were pretty serious for a long time. If he’s sleeping with her, then...you know, maybe it’s been going on for more than just tonight, ya know? Either way, it’s really shitty what he did and you didn’t deserve that, so I’m sorry that happened.”

You waved it off. “The worst part was how he went on to say how good he and Samantha were, and how we weren’t compatible.”

“What? He said that?”

“Verbatim. I saw it, told him I was sorry for intruding, and as I was leaving he made it a point to try and explain to me why he was with her, what he was doing, as if I was a fucking idiot. I know what he’s doing with her, there’s no point to rub it in.”

“God...You know, I know you’re hurting, but in all honesty, I’m glad you’re not with him any more, he seems like a grade a asshole who doesn’t deserve your time,” he noted.

“Thanks,” you said as you took his hand and squeezed, smiling at him and he smiled back. “I know...That little comment tonight reminded me of how he always made me feel stupid and...worthless, you know? But it’s whatever. He’s moving on and so am I.” 

Hayden nodded and smiled at you. “Good. You should.”

After a moment of staring at your newly found best friend, you came to your senses. “I’m really sorry for bothering you,” you suddenly offered, shaking your head and standing. “I shouldn’t be here bugging you in the middle of the night.”

“Woah, woah, where are you going?” Hayden asked as he stood with you.

“Home. My headache is worse now that I cried and haven’t taken anything. I’ll just go home and crash,” you said with a sigh.

“Wait, why don’t you just take the aspirin here, and when you’re feeling better, you can go home? I don’t want you driving when you’re upset and still have a headache.”

“That’s nice but no, I’ll be okay,” you assured.

“Really...If you left here upset, and something happened because I let you go, I’d never forgive myself. Just stay, relax,” he instructed.

“Okay, but just for a little bit,” you said as you took off your jacket and got the aspirin out, taking it with the coke. “Care if I lay down for a minute?”

“Go for it,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the bedroom, housing two beds. 

“Thanks,” you murmured as you wandered over and gently sat down, then laid down, getting comfortable and trying to ease your throbbing head. 

After a while, you hadn’t realized you were drifting off to sleep. You must’ve been so tired from the long day, headache, and the Jason ordeal, to really notice. Hayden heard your breathing as it went from normal to sleeping, even, soft breaths. He was on his bed, playing on his phone, trying not to make noise or disturb you. At the sound of your slumber though, a soft smile grew on his face as he glanced over to you.

He got up and went to the closet to grab an extra blanket he had requested a long time ago, draping it over you. 

“Night, Y/N,” he softly said as he crawled into his bed, clicking out the lights and quickly falling asleep in the darkness, letting the sounds of your breathing lull him to a comfortable sleep.

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