#when I'm like 30 ill start worrying about whether i should be trying to find love. or it'll happen on its own by then

[vamptastic]

everytime friends complain to me about dating or i read stuff about it online it's just a circus of miscommunication... how can you like somebody enough to date or sleep with them and not be able to talk with them like a normal person. i think going on dates with ppl you don't know that well sounds kinda fun but not if there's a million unspoken rules around it.

[iwritesickfic]

Sicktember 1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

Theo is trying not to think about him. Desperately. But he's here alone at another stupid party for their stupid label getting approached by random people asking stupid questions. Mostly about where Seamus is. Because everyone knows they're together.

Part of him hates that they know. It's their own business. Another part loves it. Seamus is his, and absolutely everyone knows. Right now though, it's grating.

"Where's Seamus tonight?" Zeke half shouts over the music at the bar. Theo stirs his drink absently.

"Home. He's sick." He'd texted Theo about an hour before the party to say he wouldn't make it. He "came down with something." It seemed like an excuse, and it probably was. But Zeke didn't need to know he'd been ditched.

"Then what the fuck are you doing here?" Theo looks over at him.

"What do you mean?" Zeke gives him a look, as is if it should be obvious. Theo just takes a drink.

"You should be with him! Nursing him back to health like he does with you." Theo feels a rush of embarrassment. Zeke is close with Seamus so it's understandable he knows, but the thought that anyone knows about those moments makes him uncomfortable. 

"He doesn't want me there." It's probably true either way, whether he's sick or avoiding him. He takes another drink, the sharp taste of the vodka is almost soothing. Zeke frowns.

"Yes he does. Do you want to be there for him?" The question is stupid. Of course. 

"It doesn't matter. He doesn't want me there." He finishes his drink. Disappointingly, he barely feels a buzz. He's about to order another, but Zeke is still giving him that look. "What?"

"Just go, idiot."

30 minutes later, he's on Seamus's front steps, ringing the bell, feeling ridiculous. Feeling vulnerable. There's no reply for so long he's sure Seamus must be out. Probably with someone else. He feels like an idiot. He's not drunk enough for this.

But then the door opens, and Seamus is there, looking like shit in an old t shirt and boxers. But he smiles.

"Hey." his voice is rounded out with congestion, his eyes red rimmed, his nose rubbed raw. But still, he's smiling.

"Hey," Theo says, feeling altogether unprepared for this turn of events. The whole way in the car he'd been mentally preparing for a fight. But now there's just a very ill looking Seamus shivering in the doorway.  "You're sick." He sniffles wetly.

"I am. I thought you were at that thing?" He crosses his arms, and Theo starts to find his footing. He doesn't want him there.

"Uh, yeah, if you're tired i can just go back." He doesn't know how exactly he would, knowing Seamus is sick. Even standing here the worry is eating him.

"You don't wanna come in?" Seamus sniffles again. Now he's thoroughly confused.

"Well, Zeke told me I should come over." Seamus's whole posture tightens, and Theo knows he's said the exact wrong thing. "I mean I - I wanted to see you but i thought maybe you didn't want to see me. But he said i should come anyway." Seamus scrubs at his nose, looking a little more relaxed.

"Well I-" He rubs his eyes and he sways slightly on his feet. He grips the doorframe. "Actually, can you come in so i can sit down?" God, Theo is so stupid. Of course. He looks like he's ready to pass out and Theo's got him standing half out in the cold.

"Yeah! Christ, sorry." They shuffle inside and Theo slips off his coat. By the time he's done getting his shoes off Seamus is already on the couch. Theo sits in the chair across from him.

"I always wanna see you," he says, and Theo feels a little stab of joy.

"I'm not very good at the whole….caretaker angle." He feels so incredibly, completely out of his depth. It's easy to be that intimate when you're the one feeling like trash, but from the other way around he's terrified. He's never done this for anyone before. He can barely do it for himself. Seamus smiles.

"That's ok." It's then Theo realizes it's stupid to be sitting so far apart. So he gets up and sits down next to him on the couch. He can feel the heat of his skin from where their arms touch and before he can stop himself his hand drifts up to Seamus's forehead.

"You're like...what the fuck?" He touches his neck, his cheek. He feels a spike of panic. "You're so hot. Like, on fire. Seriously."

"It's just a fever, Teddy, it's not a big deal." He starts running his hand through Seamus's hair, without thinking. Of course it's a big deal. Theo's never properly felt someone with a fever, so maybe it's all par for the course, but he's shocked how real the phrase "burning up" is. Seamus just looks sort of amused that he's so worried.

"You must be fucking miserable." He gives a weary smile.

"Little bit." Theo pulls him into an embrace, and Seamus practically melts into the touch. This close, he can feel him shivering. When he pulls back, his hands go back to Seamus's face, one hand fussing with his hair, the other resting on his cheek. He's sort of frantic, and he's not sure he's helping, but it feels better than doing nothing.

"You should've asked me to come, I thought you were blowing me off or something." Seamus takes his wrists. Even his fingers are uncomfortably warm where they touch Theo's skin.

"I would never blow you off. And i didn't wanna ruin your night." 

"What would ruin my night is you being here all fucking miserable by yourself." He feels uneasy with his hands in his lap. He should be doing something. Something to make Seamus feel better.

"I'm really glad you're here," he says, and he sounds almost relieved. It's a mixture of exhaustion and relief and something else Theo can't place. Like now that he's here things will be so much better. Maybe he's overestimating Theo's ability to make things better. It feels terrible to know he's going to disappoint him.

He looks down at his hands and back up at Seamus. With his flushed cheeks and tired eyes. And he feels useless.

"I don't know what to do." His voice comes out a whisper.

"You don't have to do anything. You're here." Theo pulls him close again. It's less a hug and more Seamus just resting his whole body against Theo's. Tucking himself in, so his head rests in the crook of his neck. He takes a few deep breaths, and Theo can hear the congestion crackling in his lungs. “I feel so shitty.”

"What, uh...what’s wrong?” This level of intimacy still feels odd. Being cuddled up together like this, Seamus so vulnerable and feverish and sick. Too sick to keep up their usual nonchalance, just desperate for comfort. Comfort that Theo is currently too awkward to fully provide. 

“Everything, basically.” He sniffles again and pulls away, grabbing a tissue from the box on the coffee table. “Sorry, I’m getting snot all over your shirt.” He blows his nose, but it doesn’t sound like it does much of anything. Again, Theo feels useless. Just sitting, watching. He tries to rack his brain for what Seamus does for him when he’s sick. He’s pulled back into the moment when Seamus starts to cough. It sounds deep, like it comes from the bottom of his lungs. Theo pats his back awkwardly until he’s finished. 

He looks sort of dazed and he’s still short of breath as he picks up the empty mug on the coffee table. He looks inside and sets it back down, and even though it takes a second, Theo is beyond relieved that he’s found a task. He stands up.

“I’ll make you some tea!” He grabs the mug before Seamus has a chance to reply. He stops himself before walking into the kitchen. A kiss on the forehead. That would be nice, wouldn’t it? He leans over and carefully presses his lips to Seamus’s overheated forehead. He lingers there for a moment, and without having to second guess himself he smooths back his damp blonde curls. He makes a soft sound and leans into the touch, and Theo finally feels a little bit of relief. He’s done something right.

He hurries through making the tea, wanting to just get back to Seamus. While the water’s boiling he texts Zeke.

Do you know how to take care of a sick person?

It’s a minute or two before he gets a reply.

You don’t?

He rolls his eyes and puts his phone in his pocket. Of course Zeke is no help. There’s enough water, so he makes a cup for himself too, and almost spills them both hurrying back to the couch. Seamus is curled up awkwardly on his side, his tall frame looking cramped on the small loveseat.

“You’re laying down in bed.” He bites his lip. He needs to be more gentle, doesn’t he? More gentle. More affectionate. Seamus just shakes his head. “Why not?”

He opens his eyes, looking almost embarrassed.

“I can’t make it all the way upstairs.” This news is more than a little alarming, but Theo tries to not let it show on his face.

“Well…” He stands there for a moment, unsure, before setting down the mugs. “It’s ok, I’ll help you. C’mon.” Seamus stands up and immediately pales, but Theo just tries to focus on the task at hand.

He half carries him up the stairs and into the bedroom, and when he lies down on the bed he lets out a sound halfway between a moan and sigh.

“Are you ok?” Seamus nods, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Yeah, it just feels nice.”

He goes back down to grab the now lukewarm tea, and comes back to find Seamus under the covers, naked. At least from the waist up. It’s stupid to think about now, but he looks good. As always. Theo hops up to sit on the bed beside him, and hands him the mug. He takes a sip and smiles.

“Thanks.” Theo takes a sip of his own, just to fill the time. Now what?

"Do you need any medication or anything? I could run out and grab some." That would also give him time to do some embarrassing googling. Though he seems to be better at this when he's not overthinking. Still, some tips wouldn't hurt.

"No, I've already taken a bunch of stuff." Then that rules that out. Seamus is looking at him in that semi amused way he was before. "You can relax Teddy."

"I am relaxed." Seamus rolls his eyes, and even though he's right Theo still feels indignant. "I am!"

"You're doing a great job. Don't worry." He tucks a strand of Theo's hair behind his ear. This is too much. Seamus shouldn’t be the one comforting him. Without thinking, he starts to slide off his jeans. Seamus laughs, which leads into a little fit of coughs. “I’m not really in the mood right now.”

“Shut up,” he says, as he kicks off his jeans and climbs under the comforter, pulling Seamus closer to him, so they’re lying down facing each other. This close,he can feel Seamus still shivering. He wraps his arms around him loosely, and it only takes Seamus a moment to press himself as close as he can to Theo’s chest. His shoulders shake with a few more coughs, muffled against Theo’s body. 

They just lay there like that for a few moments, Theo trying not to worry about the warmth radiating from his boyfriend.

“You’re probably not tired, hm?” Seamus asks, his voice heavy with exhaustion. Theo hesitates.

“I could… I mean, not really, but-”

“Let’s watch a movie, then.”

“You’re tired though.” He doesn’t mention how their current set up would make it hard to even see the tv.

“I won’t be able to sleep,” he says, even as Theo can feel his body relaxing against his. He can’t see his face, but he’s getting the sense he’s already halfway there. “I haven’t really slept since Thursday.” A few more coughs spill out, his body tenses back up, and Theo frowns. Today’s Saturday.

“That’s not good. Why not?”

“Being sick just makes it hard.” For the first time that night Theo feels like he has a concrete goal. Get Seamus to sleep. That said, hes still not sure exactly how to accomplish that task. Seamus shifts closer to him, his hot forehead burning a hole in Theo’s shirt. They lie in silence for a while, Theo rubbing circles on his back, one hand in his hair. They don’t usually do this kind of thing unless they’ve just had sex. Or if Theo’s very sick, which he is wont to be. Still, he’s always on the receiving end. 

It feels good though, holding him and feeling his breath deepen and slow until he’s sure he’s asleep. He’s snoring a little, which makes him want to laugh, but he’s too afraid to wake him. It’s not long before Theo feels the tug of sleep himself, and when he finally closes his eyes, he hopes he’s done a good job.

[iamtheempress]

A Vegeta x OC Fanfiction (part 4) ¤ ¤ ¤

Calamatta managed to roll out of bed and redress herself. Pulling on the suit and grabbing a spare to bring with her on her trip to To-Rot. Leaving her room she met with Nappa. "There she is!" He chugged a caffeinated hot beverage down like it was nothing, Raditz stood beside him counting his wad of cash and stuffing it in his armor. 

"Pay looks nice." She yawns and stretches making her cute tail curl and back arch abit. "37,000. Not bad but could be better. Vegeta got the most of it." Nappa nods and pushes the yawning female saiyan a mug of the hot beverage. "Thanks...gonna need it." "Damn right you are! Vegeta is still sleeping. Weird he said he was gonna get up before us.. eh whatever. Lets get your pod and stuff ready then well worry bout him." Nappa said as Calamatta shined off the mug and pushed it away.

Upon going to the pod, her coordinates were set and everything was packed into there Raditz, who was standing besides her piped up, leaning against the pod with his massive arms crossed. "Dont take this the wrong way Calamatta but… why are you so…" he moves his hands in an hour glass shape and tilts his head. Calamatta went wide eyed and fixed her suit where her ass is. 

"If thats how you flirt with women that was a strike out, good lord! And I have know idea why! Its just my body shape idiot…" she comments hearing Nappa wheeze as he fixes some wires within the pod, followed by him clanging his head leaving. "Im not! I d-dont flirt its just that… well… shes got… n-nice legs and … a great fa-" Calamatta thwipped her tail like a nervous cat. The bay door slid open and Raditz's poor excuse for flirtation was stopped DEAD in its tracks. "Stop harassing Calamatta on her body type Raditz, Saiyan women were given bodys to kill, shes built like a fine tuned weapon whether you see it or not." Vegeta points up at Raditz who scowled with a full face of blush. "Oh so you look at her too Vegeta?" Calamatta slaps her forehead and raises her voice flicking Raditz in the forehead for his really stupid comment. "Can yall stop talking about me like im not fuckin here??" She snapped annoyed and heard Nappa close up the oxygen port.

 "Ready boss?" She asked Vegeta, who nodded and got into his respective pod and punched in the coordinates manually. "Later guys!" She got in and Raditz and Nappa left the pod evac room. 

Vegeta's voice sparked to life on her scouter. "Theres a hidden base by the most recent Frieza Force there.. we should make it there in an hour so that will be our base of operation. No breaches from outside forces." She nods and for the 2nd time in her life the pod flew straight out of the mothership into the cold vacuum of space. 

She crossed her arms and watched Vegetas whiz right past her hurtling with effort and ease to the planet that only seemed to become larger.. if that wasnt already more possible.

 She marveled at it… it was amazing. It was a shame she was there for a job to do. 

It was under 50 minutes where there pods broke entry to the planets atmosphere, careening and becoming hot to the touch, cold metal heating up faster, and faster becoming scorching red hot. Then the mountain range came into view, with the ship in sight the two pods crashed right into a large cave system. 

Welding their pods into the hard rock walls to jut through with 0 damage just enough room for the pods to open on the opposite side of the mountain. Calamatta and Vegeta pushed the button to open the pod bay doors, they took one solid whif of the atmosphere and Cala sighed. "To-Rot huh.. so wheres the base ship?" Cala steps her boots onto the alien planets surface. "5 miles that way. Stay within the tree line, follow my lead." The prince cracks his neck and blasts away leaving a trail of dust and debris behind him.

 "Say no more.." she stated following close behind Vegeta. Vegetas eyes were trained ahead. Toa ship that was covered in dirt and over growth. He tapped his scouter to be sure. "Perfect.. no signs of power levels. Excellent!" He smirked, the prince and Calamatta landed outside of the ship. Vegeta punched in a code and they were both let in. "Good.. now.. lets have a look around. The recent failed mission logs should have data from their logs. Have a look around for food and whatever else when i find the log ill call for you"  Vegeta announced as the hangar door shut behind them locking followed by a robotic voice. 

'Systems Armed'

Calamatta turned on her heels and scampered to the back of the ship. Vegeta watched the eager Saiyan trot away, with a sigh and a roll of his eye he headed towards the command deck of the ship. 

Collected with dust and opened up first aid kits, Vegeta scanned the surrounding area cautiously. 3 lone scouters covered in blood sat on the front of the deck. An ominous reminder of the past couple of grunts who died here. 

He snagged the three up and turned to call for Calamatta "Found them! Get up here!"

Calamatta dropped this box of rations she found and walked quickly to the front to see him plugging in the scouters logs. An unfamiliar voice chimed to life. 

"F-Force log number 1, we have arrived at To-Rot, this area is to be our base of operation since the inhabitants cannot scale plateaus or fly. We will commence terraformation and return in a week." Vegeta clicked the 2nd video, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. 

"F-Force Log number 2… uhm.. Que, Roa, and Gil went missing yesterday. We have been here for 3 days now and i have seen hide nor tail of them... ill send a distress warning to the mother ship but i will go and find my crew." 

He pressed the last one and the room suddenly became much heavier. "F-Force number 3… i found my crew.. w-whats left of them…" he held up baren bones and armor. "This planets fucked up… if you know whats good for you send the Saiyans.. theyll do a better job.. i couldnt save my crew! This is Nutte signing off… i'm going to look for Roa.”

"Thats… not good.." Vegeta groaned and plugged in the next scouter, A new crew came up on the screen, a crew of ten. The crew was looking around, brows raised and sweat on their brow. “So we are the 4th crew to come to this planet alone, from what were aware these uh… the main population of this race is highly hostile and we need to utilize lethal force...Well update as we go along.” After that log there was no update, no commanders log. He stepped away and swiped a hand through his hair. “Last log…”  He clicked on it which was 7 full days ago. 

A Log List of all the times this one computer has been logged into popped up. It was far more then 4.

10 Crew lists came through. Crews of upwards of 5 being the smallest to 30 being the most. All vanished within days of arrival. All of them mentioning, to send someone stronger, someone more capable. The Saiyans, they begged for the Saiyans help and they were all sent on suicide missions back to back to back to back.

Vegeta slammed his hands down on the console making it glitch the screen. “Of course theyd call for us…dammit!” He barked and kept his back turned away from her. “So they sent them on suicide missions because… they didn’t want to send us?” She questioned, furrowing her brows trying to wrap her head around the situation. “Frieza didnt want to send me and the other two… He sent US on a suicide mission.” Vegeta turned quickly and stared daggers into Calamatta, the overwhelming feeling of concern rain heavy within her head, and sat uncomfortably in her stomach like something she shouldnt have eaten.

Vegeta crossed the room and pointed his finger right into her chest a deep growl emanating from behind his bared teeth. “He went and sent ME with YOU so we can both perish!” “Hey hey what the hell! Calm down abit, well make it out of here ill follow orders.” Vegeta’s vein popped out on his forehead, eyes narrowed furious.

 “Thats not my point. Your optimism is the closest thing we have to any cocky behavior! It doesnt surprise me why Frieza sent me to a month long mission..” She put up her hands and once again her heart sunk; she went wide eyed staring into the princes heartlessly infuriated black eyes.

Friezas words rattled in her skull ‘your life is as forfeit to me as it is Vegeta…’

“I dont get why he would send both of us to die.” He turned back around and walked to a table with a map on it. “You stood at Frieza’s side for as long as you have been able to speak, you wanted freedom from him, now you might as well see the harsh reality, he never had any good intentions for you Calamatta. He wants you dead, so much so hell send the both of us to a lethal planet to terraform on our own…” He said flatly, Calamatta remained silent her tail loosely hanging from her waist. Her dignity and pride feeling like it was oozing out of her very pores. “Now get over here and lets get an idea of the land… this moon has two moons and we have to plan accordingly.” The map is very detailed of the entirety of the planet from the red deserts to the lush green forests and then to the grayed out city scapes. All of them giant hot beds of activity, teaming with life as they knew it. 

His orders were direct and bland. Calamatta dragged her feet, depressed. Feeling less and less like a Saiyan by the moment, it wasnt so much Vegeta.. it was how quickly she was starting to realize Frieza was right, and goddamn did it grate her nerves to know that... The idea of freedom is going to be lightyears more heavier then she could imagine, shes not even close and this is what she has to deal with. Calamatta tightened her tail back up around her waist and listened to her Princes expertise plan of attack.

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