#like the virus was in that nerve that she fucked up
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#bruh… just after the new year my wife cracked my back so hard I was on the floor crying#definitely fucked something up and I’ve been feeling pain there on the left side of my spine ever since#and THEN last week I got this itching on my left side….#didn’t think it was related#then I got two mysterious rashes also on the left side! didn’t think it was related#so I made a regular doctors appointment for the back pain thinking I’ll need physical therapy or something#and made a dermatologist appointment for the rash#and last night my friend was like. bruh you have shingles#💀💀💀#should have gone to urgent care as soon as I saw the rash so now I’m too late for antivirals lmfaooooooo#and this means my wife literally GAVE ME SHINGLES#like the virus was in that nerve that she fucked up#and now I don’t just have back injury I have SHINGLES.#THIS IS INSANE
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Form of Affection
22/12: Swimming & Face Fucking - Aemond Targaryen
Word Count: 1.9k~ | Warnings: face fucking (obvi), dark!ish Aemond, kinslaying (mood), dirty talk, praise, degradation, threatening/obsessive behaviour
A/N: This takes place in the Form of Gratitude universe!
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He'd given up hunting, but it still didn't stop him from visiting her.
She no longer raised her bow and arrow when she heard footsteps on her cobbled path. Similarly, Aemond had abandoned transport by way of the horse, instead alerting her to his arrival by the dense flapping of Vhagar’s wings.
Now, when she hears it, she waits outside her front door, arms crossed, smirking that he'd come to see her so soon after their last little tryst.
When he wasn’t buried between her thighs, sometimes Aemond craved her company in other ways. By way of hunting with her (hunting her sometimes), exploring the Kingswood until the sun touched the hills and more often, shedding their clothes and going for a swim in the nearby freshwater lake, made warm by the pleasant weather.
Usually, they swim, cleanse, kiss, and he wraps his strong arm around her and sheathes himself inside her, having his fill and only stopping once he was sated.
She was good to him. Submitted to his desires when he wanted. Comforted him when he needed. And did not question.
Today was different.
Today there was a weight on his shoulders like no other.
He’d woken a different person. A kinslayer.
Aemond sighs as he feels her breasts at his back, her slender arms wrapping around him to drift her soft fingertips across his scarred chest. But he does not lift his gaze. The moon shone down on them, reflected off the sapphire of his missing eye now that his eyepatch was discarded with his clothes.
“You are more melancholic than usual”, she muses, her nose gliding up the skin of his neck.
He scoffed, “And I am usually melancholic? Such emotions are beneath that of a Prince”.
He felt her body tense at his back, and he didn't need to look to know he'd offended her, but did not possess the courage to apologise.
“You are cruel when you're like this. It is how I know”, she adds with a soft sigh, making him feel worse, “there is something you are not telling me”.
Even the memory haunts him. He can still hear it, the way Vhagar’s jaw ripped through skin and bone like a knife through paper.
Nevermind having to admit out loud, the horrific act he'd committed. The one that had his mother flinching from his sights.
“I am a kinslayer”, he states simply, “My nephew, Luke.”
She is quiet.
And the silence spreads like a virus.
He expects her to drift away from him, taking her warmth with her, too shocked to really say anything, and leave, never to be seen again. Never to know her sweet loving embrace.
But she stays, and if anything, tightens her hold around him, her warm breath on his jaw, batting against the water droplet that sinks across his skin.
“And how do you feel?”
He's perplexed at just how calm she is. Whether it's a front or not, she's awfully good at it.
“I feel…unclean”, he answers, voice wavering, “like any person who looks upon me sees nothing but a mere monster”.
“I do not see a monster”.
“That does not matter”.
Again, she knows better than to not take it to heart. She can't disagree, her good opinion of him does not matter.
“He is the one who took your eye”, she muses, turning her face into the crook of his neck, the sloshing of water following her movements, “is he not?”
Aemond's tongue suddenly feels heavy, “Yes.”
“While your other family simply watched, and did nothing to assist?”
He swallows, a mild annoyance simmering, “Yes.”
He heard her breath before she spoke, the nerves making her shaky, “forgive me. I do not see why you should feel remorseful.”
“Because it has started a war.”
“A war that, forgive me, would have occurred regardless. I understand you may feel guilt. In my view it is no use looking back on the past. You can only protect your family now.”
Aemond could only scoff incredulously, “With Aegon as king I have a better chance of my eye growing back.”
“Well then why not you?” she asks, her volume lowering.
He barely turns his head to her, “what?”
The coldness of the early evening nips at his shoulders as she pulls away, the water around her trickling as she moves dreamily to look at him fully. Aemond feels himself half blink as he watches her expression, and the feeling of her fingers against his cheek.
Her beautiful full lips are parted, eyes studying the body she can see that is not submerged.
Her gaze flits back up to him, as her fingers disappear beneath the water, one soft digit trailing down his chest.
“It is you who should be king”
Silence.
The weight of what she'd said, what she'd suggested.
It was treason, and both knew it.
Aemond swallowed, chest feeling tight as a bowstring.
She is not at all perturbed by what she's said, not thinking about the consequences of them. Instead she ponders on.
“I am a commoner, my Prince. I know what he does. Where his interests lie”, she utters, an urgency to her tone. Aemond's stomach muscles tense as her hand passes over it, stepping past the fine hairs at his navel.
“It is you who was born to rule Westeros…”, she whispers, her front pressed near to his, breasts and nipples perk from the chill.
He stares idly at the droplet making its way between her breasts as her hand wraps around his cock, seeing her smirk at the realisation that her words have made him impossibly hard.
“...and you will”.
His jaw tightens, the muscle twitching with barely-contained emotion that was difficult to pin down.
Anger. Lust. Irritation. Desire.
They were all batting around in his head, trying to find where to fit.
He grabs her face, tugging her towards him so harshly she let out a little squeak, her grip on him never faltering, “Treasonous little cunt, aren't you?”
He doesn't know what he expected. For her to be scared perhaps.
But maybe there was a darkness in her that was discovered in him just days before. Lurking. Because she smirked. Giving his length a few calculated pumps.
“I told you before, where my loyalties lie.”
Her voice was like honey. Catching him in its trap. And her movements only intensified it.
“And what if I wed Floris Baratheon? Hm? Where will your loyalties lie then?”
She laughs breathily, “Then you wed Floris Baratheon. But, on your wedding night, I dare say, it is me you will be thinking of as you bury yourself inside that plain-faced idiot, searching for fulfillment you will never have. Not like you do with me.”
“You sound so sure”, he muses threateningly.
“Prove me wrong then.”
He sighs and tips his head back, feeling achingly hard. Her movements are too slow to grant him any kind of meaningful pleasure, but the touch all the same ignites a flame within.
“I can think of a better use for your cunt mouth”
The hand moves from her face to her hair, and he revels in the whine she lets out when he drags her from the depths to the shallow bank of the edge of the great lake. In the moonlight, shrouded in blue, their bodies look ethereal with the light bouncing off their damp skin.
He'd fucking hate that smug little smile on her face as he drags her to her knees in front of him, if he didn't fucking love it so much.
“Open.”
She bit her lip, holding back her smile at how wound tight she'd managed to make him and only wished to take it further by outright denying him, cock hard and weeping before her.
A choked moan left her as warmth bloomed on her cheek hard, Aemond's hand followed and grabbed her jaw meanly, pulling her face up to meet his gaze. His fingers curled into the flesh of her face, parting her lips, all while his other hand held his length by the base littered with silver curls, and pressed the tip to her lips.
Her eyes glimmered with excitement, feeling a throb between her thighs as he slid into her mouth slowly, his cock hot and heavy on her tongue. There was a dull ache on her cheek where he'd struck her, but it was exciting all the same.
Aemond moaned loudly when he felt her gag on him, her throat trying to close around his length and tears collecting around the rim of her beautiful eyes.
“That's it…”, he cooed quietly, pressing all the way into her warm, wet mouth until his hips were pressed to her.
“-you think I should be king, hm? - a king needs his cock warmed -”
He could tell she was trying to say something around his length but couldn't, and he wanted to laugh at her attempt as he thrusted so deeply into her mouth, her throat moved along with it, prodding the back of her throat mercilessly.
The little slut was writhing there, taking his cock into her mouth like a cunt would, pressing her thighs together to alleviate how badly she wanted to be fucked.
“- what's that? - I can't hear you -”, he smirked at her. Her eyes now shut with streams of moisture forming lines down her face.
“-that’s it-” he whispers softly, “-much better with my cock in your mouth-”
Once he begins fucking in earnest, he feels her warm hands on his thighs for balance. His fingers tug at her moist hair for leverage, tugging her back on his length.
His stomach muscles tighten as her cheeks hollow, increasing the friction on him. Every nerve feels alight the more he bottoms out inside her mouth.
“-fuck- it's such a waste, I've been dreaming of that perfect cunt all day -” he breathes heavily, “-be a good girl and take it-”
She makes a sound skin to a whine when she tastes his seed, shooting hot ropes onto her tongue and back of her throat, coating her mouth with it as he continues his ceaseless pace, prolonging his pleasure.
Aemond moans loudly, the sound lost in the dense forest, granting himself a few more shallow thrusts before he stills, emptying himself on her tongue and watching as a line of spend dribbles down the side of her mouth and onto her breasts.
He sighs in contentment. She is being good and hasn't moved an inch.
With a wet smack, he pulls his softening cock from her mouth, smirking at the way he coats her lips as they glisten in the moonlight.
She opens her bleary eyes finally to him, and doesn't even need to be told. She swallows, a sigh following after to prove she has swallowed all of it.
He hums. A thumb reaching for her chin to push the seed that had leaked out back into her mouth. She sucks on the digit hungrily, and he nearly moans out at the feeling of her wet tongue.
He pulls it out and cups her face lovingly, her eyelashes fluttering as she leans into his touch.
“Come back to the Keep with me”, he demands simply, like it is the easiest thing in the world.
“What?”
“If I'm going to have to wed, bed and breed Floris fucking Baratheon, I'll need you close to me.”
With the heady taste of him on her tongue still, she swallows and considers for a moment.
“I will not allow the sweetest cunt in the realm to sleep on the outskirts of the fucking Kingswood. You will be mine.”
His words are sweet.
It would promise safety from vagabonds, rapists and hunters, for certain. And she had to admit, she did miss him whenever he departed on Vhagar, summoned back to the Keep.
So, she smiles at him, leaning forward to press her temple against his body.
“Yes, my King.”
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I literally cannot believe that that person has the nerve to post something like that. What an absolutely childish and utterly horrible thing to do. If that was how the love of my life treated me they would be out on their ass before they could post another story.
Absolutely disgraceful. This is unforgivable. The sooner he gets rid of her, the better because that is one toxic waste of space.
I try to watch things from afar but this has absolutely infuriated me. Who the hell do these people think they are? She needs to go.
I can’t believe that after an interview where he’s shown to be such a sweetheart, patient and kind and empathetic, not big headed at all, then showed up on Twitter even though he’s wiped out with a virus to show his gratitude for the people he spoke with…
Meanwhile she spent the same day basking in her own glory because of her 5 seconds mention, ignoring completely what was the point of the interview, and made it all about her instead.
Then came back today to wear a tshirt asking who tf is Michael Sheen and saying he’s grateful for her keeping him humble…
Who the fuck needs to be kept humble here?
Awful.
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Broken Bones // H.S.
"You fucking moron!" Mitch exploded. "What were you thinking?"
Harry growled at him. "It's not that big of a deal."
"Not that big of-" Mitch threw his hands up in the air. "Not that big of a deal! Harry! You're an international super star! People are going to notice when you have a cast on."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "We don't even know if it is broken yet."
They both looked at his hand. It was cracked and bleeding, bruises appearing rapidly. It was bent a little but you couldn't see a lot under all the blood and bruises.
"Well, does it feel broken?" Mitch asked scathingly.
Harry flexed his hand trying to move his fingers. They moved with a little pain. It felt funny. Like something had disconnected a little.
"I don't know." He moved it again. "Feels a little funny."
Mitch took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. "Come on, I know someone who works in the hospital.”
"No!" Harry growled at Mitch. "I don't need to go the hospital."
"Well what do you want me to do? Wrap it myself. Be your little bitch for a week, listening to you moan and complain aboout how much it hurts." Mitch’s sarcasm was at an all time high.
"No." Harry sighed feeling defeated. He hated hospitals. And he hated people he didn't know touching him and talking to him.
"Let's go." Mitch said, his voice much softer than before.
Harry followed him to his car, trying not to stay calm. The anger that had caused him to punch the wall repeatedly was still coursing through his veins, and the pain radiating through his nerves was not making him feel any better.
The ride was silent, almost suffocating. They were both trying to contain their anger. Harry’s at the world. Mitch’s at his friend and his self deprecation. Normally he was pretty good at hiding his self loathing. Even so, he had not been happy in a long time. Not since Covid had hit. Everyone had bad days.Everyone had lost someone or something to the virus. But Harry too caught up in grieving to participate in the world around him. It was a good thing he had a pretty face and good voice.
"Why'd you punch the wall?" Mitch finally asked. His voice was hard but Harry knew he was concerned.
"Wanted to get rid of the pain." Harry answered, eyes closed, head back.
"By causing more?" Mitch questioned, trying to keep his voice even.
"No." Harry's voice was tired. "By transferring it somewhere else."
"Harry." Mitch’s voice was terribly soft. "You've got to stop doing this."
Harry did not answer, did not even look like he heard what Mitch said, or he didn't care. Mitch sighed, pulling into the parking lot of the hospital. He pulled out his phone calling someone .
"Hello." She sounded tired and Mitch felt bad disturbing her.
"Hey." Mitch smiled slightly despite himself, he missed her. Their schedules often prevented them from seeing each other more than a couple times a year.
"I'm about to walk into a patient’s room." Her voice sounded regretful. "I have to go."
"I'm sorry." Mitch started, sighing. "Harry punched a wall."
"Harry as in Styles? Are you coming to the hospital?"
"We're already here."
“I can be down in fifteenish minutes."
"That'd be great." Mitch could hear the relief in his own voice. He didn't want Harry to be here any longer than he had too. "Where should we go?"
"I will meet you around back."
"Thank you Y/N," Mitch said into the phone.
"Anything for you, Mitchy." And then she hung up.
Harry was still leaning back with his eyes closed. His hand was starting to throb. He could no longer move his fingers without feeling a lot of pain. It was not a very good sign. Mitch had been right when he yelled at him earlier. He would not be able to book any gigs with a cast on his arm. And his arm was definitely broken. But he had enough money to take a break anyways and he had been debating about taking one anyways. He was tired.
"Y/N is going to meet us around the back in 15 minutes." Mitch said, looking at Harry for any reaction.
He only nodded. Y/N. He liked that name. It was really pretty. He wondered if she would be too. It had been a while since any girl had enamored his attention. He'd be sorely disappointed if it was some 60 year old lady. His lips turned up involuntary.
"Alright, let's go." Mitch said when thirteen minutes had passed. He did not want to keep her waiting but he did not want anyone to see them either, for her sake and his.
Harry climbed out of the car and followed Mitch to the back, hands in his pocket. His nerves for the doctor had disappeared in the thirteen minutes they had been waiting. His hand was full on throbbing now. He needed some pain medication or something.
They reached the door and waited, leaning against the wall. Harry wished he had a cigarette. It wouldn't look as suspicious and it would help him calm down. They did not have to wait long until the door was pushed open.
They both turned around and Harry felt like he got sucker punched in the stomach. Her name paled in comparison to her. She was beautiful. Something that he had become so desensitized to. And she was most certainly not some 60 year old lady. She looked his age maybe a year or two younger. And she certainly held herself like a doctor, confident and proud.
She smiled at them, motioning for them to follow her. Harry couldn't help but smile back, even if she didn't see it.
"I'm Y/N." She told him when they stepped inside. "And you must be Harry."
"That would be this idiot." Mitch answered for him.
Y/N smiled again. "Well this idiot can tell me what's wrong."
"I punched a wall." He took his hand out of his pocket, feeling more sheepish now than he did before. "I think it might be broken."
"Alright, let's have a look at it. One of the x-ray technicians owes me a favor." She started walking down the hall and towards the elevator.
Harry took her in from the back. She was wearing blue scrubs with a white coat on top. Her hair looked silky smooth from her head in curls all the way down her back. He wanted to wrap his hands in it, and just play with it for hours.
She came to a stop at the wall with the elevators and pressed the up button. It dinged and the doors opened. It was 2 in the morning and the hospital was pretty empty as far as emergency rooms go. He was grateful for that. He didn't feel like pushing any women off of him, or have any paparazzi notified of his whereabouts.
The elevator lurched as it came to a stop on the third floor. Harry followed her out and to the left. She was walking like she could do this in her sleep, and she probably did on days when she had to pull long shifts. He couldn't be a doctor. Not with all that schooling and pressure.
"Ryan." She said, peeking her head into a room. "I'm cashing a favor in."
A grunt came from inside and then a tall male stepped out of the room rubbing his eyes. "Girl, I just laid down."
"And you can lay down again in like ten minutes." She started walking again. "I just need you to take a few x-rays for Harry so I can fix it."
Ryan started as he looked at Mitch and Harry for the first time. He looked shocked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. "Sorry, I didn't see you guys there."
Harry nodded. Ryan gave him a bad vibe. Nobody as good looking as Ryan was that nice, Harry would know.
"Does this mean we're going to be even now?" Ryan asked, attention back on Y/N.
"Nope." Y/N popped. "Barely scratching the surface."
"Come on." Ryan begged. "I don't like you having this over my head."
Y/N grinned manically. "Guess you should keep you dick to yourself."
Ryan groaned, glancing back at Mitch and Harry. "Shhhh. You promised you weren't going to mention it."
"They don't even know who Matt is."
Ryan clamped his hand over her mouth. "But Sarah does."
"Exactly." She threw his hand off her mouth looking disgusted. "And she already knows all about it so keep that hand that you do disgusting things with with a disgusting person off of my face."
Harry grinned, her mouth was a giant turn on.
They all stopped outside of a room, following Ryan in. He instructed Harry to put his hand under an x-ray where he continued to poke and prod at it to get different angles. It took all of Harry’s willpower not to grimace or wince in pain. It hurt.
"Alright, I'm going back to bed." Ryan walked out of the room as Y/N printed out the x-rays. They were almost impossible to see in the dark but Harry could still see the abnormal angle his bones were at.
"Come on, I cleaned a room for you guys." And they followed her out and down the hall again. She walked into one and shut the door behind her. She went to the view box and placed the x-rays on the giant view box. Everything was noticeable now and Harry had to look away. His bones were cracked in several places.
Y/N’s eyes were flying across the x-rays taking it in. Her hands traced certain lines on his arm before she turned to him.
"I don't have any pain medication I can give you since you’re not technically here." She said looking sympathetic. "But I can give you a prescription, a cast, and you can come back every couple weeks to make sure it's healing properly.
Harry nodded, secretly excited. That meant he'd get to see her again.
"You broke your arm in three places." She pointed to different areas on the X-Ray screen. "Luckily they were all clean breaks so we don't have to re-break anything. Although, thinking about it, you might have enjoyed that."
Harry let out a surprised laugh. He kind of wished he would have met her in a different situation, one that didn't make him look like such a giant idiot.
"I'm going to go get the cast material so we can get you on your way." She left the room with another smile.
He stared after her until Mitch smacked the back of his head.
"What?" He growled at him, rubbing his head.
"You think she's cute."
"So." He had no defense.
"Are you going to do something about it?" He questioned, eyebrows raised.
"Not this time." Harry signed, running his hand through his hair and down his face.
"Why not?" Mitch demanded.
"I literally met her 5 minutes ago." He said, looking at Mitch like he was crazy.
Mitch sighed, shaking his head.
Sounds of wheels on the ground reached their ears. And then Y/N was walking through the door with a little table stacked with wrapping materials.
"Okay, I'm going to have to position you arm so it heals right, this might hurt a little." She pulled a bottle of pills out of her jacket. "I had some Ibuprofen in my purse if you want some."
Harry nodded. God yes. She unscrewed the lid and shook three into the palm of his hand which he promptly dry swallowed.
She put the bottle away and started getting the stuff ready.
"Let me know when the pain lessens." She said, waiting to move his arm.
"Its lessened." He says in a few minutes, it felt loads better.
"Try to stay still." She grabbed his hand with one of hers and a sleeve with the other. She pulled it on slowly and than started wrapping his arm with padding, angling his arms so they would heal nornal. It hurt, but he didn't move. And then she was wrapping it in thicker material and adding water so it hardened. It was white, thankfully not some absurd color.
"Thanks." He said as she started placing everything back where it belonged.
"Sure." She smiled at him. "I'll give you my number and we can discuss when you should come in again." She paused. "Or you can go to another doctor."
"No." He blurted out. "I mean, as long as you don't mind, I'd rather stick with you."
She smiled at him. His cheeks were red and he felt hot. "Okay." She wrote her number on a prescription pad, along with some directions of what to do.
"Thanks again." He said, putting the paper safely in his pocket. "I really appreciate you doing this for me."
"No problem." She smiled. "I'll walk you guys out."
They followed her, stopping at a room so she could drop off the cart.
"Try not to punch anything else, yeah?" She said as he walked by her, feeling the cool air on his face.
"No promises." He grinned over his shoulder.
"Thanks again." Mitch said, stopping to hug her. "And he won't." He shot Harry a glare.
"You got it." She waved at the two before walking away, the door shutting, blocking her from his view.
"Don't do anything stupid." Mitch said as they walked away.
"What do you mean?" Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Like punch a wall with your other hand so you can go see her again."
"I promise I won't." Harry laughed. "I'm going back in a couple weeks, remember?"
"Two weeks is a long time."
"Not when you have her number." He patted his pocket. "And I plan on using it."
Mitch laughed, shaking his head. "You have to call Jeff."
Harry groaned, pulling out his phone. He found his contact and pressed call, wishing more than ever that he hadn't punched a wall, but then the paper in his pocket flashed through his mind and he didn't mind as much.
"Hey Jeff, listen, I did something stupid," He started, a smile on his face.
Harry brought a cigarette with him this time, sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. He loved watching the smoke, it relaxed him like nothing else did. It faded fast, something he wished lots of things did in his life.
"You alright?" A voice cut through the melancholy atmosphere he had created for himself.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Her voice and her smile. The two things that had been occupying his brain so much over the past two weeks that it didn't have much room for anything else let alone the song lyrics he was supposed to be coming up with.
"Yeah." He said, looking at her as she slid down the wall next to him. She looked tired, even more so than last time. "Are you?"
She nodded, eyeing his cigarette. He didn't know if she was going to tell him off for smoking or ask for a blow. He offered her a drag, hoping that it was the case.
She took it gratefully, blowing out a puff of her own smoke, head falling back on the wall. She was beautiful, hair falling around her shoulders, illuminated in the moonlight.
"Aren't doctors supposed to know the ramifications of these things?" He asked, grinning.
She handed him back the cigarette, letting him take his turn.
"We do." She paused, opening her eyes to look at him. "Medical school kicks your ass. Coffee stops cutting it and you don't exactly have any time to do drugs or alcohol."
"Nicotine is a drug." He pointed out uselessly. She was a doctor.
"But it has the opposite effects. Most drugs make you less focused, nicotine makes you more focused, more relaxed."
He handed her back the cigarette. "How old are you anyways, you don't look old enough to be a doctor."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment." She laughed. "I am still a fellow, not quite finished with my ’schooling’ I am 28" She laughed. "Let's go get you checked out before I get called for another patient."
He stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it, letting him pull her up. The cigarette dropped from his hand and he stomped it out with his foot. There was a stand to put them, filled high with cigarettes next to the door. He picked it up and dropped it with the rest.
"These are all yours?" He asked, grinning over at her.
"Not even close." She grinned back, swiping her card. The door buzzed and they walked in.
"Does that X-Ray technician still owe you a favor?" He asked.
"Yeah." She looked over at him. "And he'll owe me until the secret comes out. After what I had to witness, there's no way to forget that."
"Can't what you're doing for me get you in the same trouble." He asked.
Her eyebrows furrowed, pressing the up button the elevator wall.
"I mean, can't he blackmail you back?"
"Oh." She shook her head. "No, cause he's done it too. It's kind of like an unwritten benefit, we all help each other out. The amount of times I've checked for STDs for him." She trailed off shaking her head
"That's disgusting." Harry let out a surprised laugh. Before he could say anything else a pretty nurse stepped out of the elevator, knocking into him.
"Oh, I'm sor- Harry Styles?" She asked, surprised.
She then started to scream but Y/N covered her mouth.
"Mia" She said, trying to calm the girl down. “Breathe. We work with celebrities everyday…we live in LA. I am going to take my hand off your mouth now." Mia nods
Harry looked at Y/N.
“Sorry.” Mia says “I am a huge fan!”
Harry gives her a smile, “It’s alright love, always great to meet a fan.”
She smiled back then turned to Y/N,
"See you later Y/N."
"That reminds me, Jeff wanted to know how long this would take to heal." He said, watching as she pressed the button.
"Between a month and two months as long as you don't try to rush it." She looked at him. "Your cast is filthy." She laughed, noticing it for the first time.
"I know." He groaned. "And I've tried so hard to keep it clean, it's just like a magnet for dirt."
She laughed again. "I'll see if I can grab a different color this time."
"You don't have to." He shook his head. "Whatever is easiest for you is easiest for me."
They walked out of the elevator, stopping at the door they grabbed Ryan from.
"Ryan!" She called, walking in.
Harry peeked around the corner to get a look inside. It looked like a break room. Coffee machine, table, refrigerator. The only real difference was all the beds on the sides. They all were all empty but one.
Y/N bent over and shook him. And then she was walking back towards Harry.
"Is it always this empty?" He asked.
"No, it's not a very busy time, the other two technicians working are either taking X-Rays or laying down somewhere else."
They waited a beat and then Ryan was walking out the door. He looked more tired than last time too, hands running down his face.
"You're killing me Y/N." He said, glaring softly at her.
"Shouldn't have slept with the floor's slut, or just let it out, then no one else can blackmail you for favors." She said smartly.
"Dr. Black would kill me, he seems to be under the impression that he's tamed him." Ryan snorted as Y/N pulled a face of disbelief.
"Seriously." She looked at him nodding. "That's ridiculous."
He nodded, looking at Ryan. "I'm Ryan if you haven't figured it out."
"I'm Harry. I'd shake your hand but." He trailed off, looking down at his wrapped hand.
"What did you do to Y/N to get her to help you? I need something to stop her from asking me for favors." It sounded nice enough but Harry didn't like the vibe it sent him.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "It's for Mitch."
"Oh." Ryan said. "I understand now."
Y/N let out a laugh. "Mitch is in Harry’s band."
Harry nodded. He didn't like this dude.
"Gotchu." Ryan took him into a room. Y/N stayed with them, much to Harry’s relief, and cut off the cast. It looked slightly better but it was still angled weirdly. The bruises were darker and looked older. He looked away pointedly, there was just something about looking at pain that made you feel it.
Then Ryan was moving his arm around, getting good shots with the X-Ray. It hurt, his wrist hadn't moved at all in the past two weeks and even touching it made a searing pain flair through his arm.
He was happy to walk to his room with Y/N, away from the horrid X-Ray machine. And technician.
Y/N placed the x rays on the view box, flicking the light on. His arm was definitely mending, but that's about all he could tell from the x-rays, he was no doctor.
"It's coming along nicely." She said, taking her eyes off the x-rays. "You'll probably only have to get it checked a couple more times before you're home free."
Harry nodded, somewhat disappointed. He was going to have to find some other way to get in her life.
"I'm going to go get the wrapping material." She exited the room and Harry sighed, laying back on the bed.
It was funny, how his arm stopped itching the moment he could itch it again. He flexed his fingers, feeling pain from the stiffness and brokenness. He hoped it would heal quickly, he had forgotten how annoying casts could be.
The sound of wheels appeared from the ball and then Y/N was walking in, pushing a cart.
"Arm." She held out her hand, taking a seat in front of him. He happily gave it to her. She washed his arm quickly and gently, it didn't smell very pleasant.
"Sorry." He muttered, somewhat embarrassed.
" Please. " she rolled her eyes. "You should see some of the things I have to deal with."
"I'd rather not." He grinned.
She repeated the process she did last time. Setting his arm, wrapping it, and then wetting it. It was white.
"Thanks again Y/N, I can't say how much I appreciate you doing this." And he meant it.
"It's alright." She said, squeezing his other hand. "Of all things Mitch could have asked me to do I'm really glad it's you."
He laughed, distracting himself from the need to grab her hand and never let go.
"I'll walk you out." She said, pushing the cart out the door. He followed her, looking at his cast. His arm already felt disgusting again, he couldn't wait for it to be off for good.
"See you in two weeks?" He asked, stepping into the elevator after her.
"Are you not going to Sarah’s birthday on Friday?" She asked, raising both her eyebrows.
"Are you going!" He asked, excited, he was looking forward to seeing her somewhere that didn't make him look like a right idiot.
"Yeah." She laughed. "For once I'm not working."
"You work a lot?" He asked.
"Yeah, but I don't really mind. I don't have a lot of obligations outside of work so they tend to stick me wherever they need me."
He stopped at the door, turning to look down at her.
"Thanks again Y/N." He hesitated and then pulled her in for a quick hug. "I'll see you Friday."
"Bye Harry." She smiled up at him before walking away.
Harry watched her go until she turned the corner, a smile taking over his face. He pushed the door open, resisting the urge to pump his fist in celebration. But when the door closed behind him he honestly couldn't help but punch the air a little, this could be the start of something great.
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Can we please get one of Kakashi significant other going to the hospital sick while Kakashi goes to work. Than the significant other does testing at the hospital but the results won’t be in till later so Sakura will send the results home with Kakashi so she goes home. Later in the day Sakura drops the paperwork off to Kakashi & says “congrats your going to be a father” and Kakashi has to let his significant other know? If that makes sense! Thank you ❤️
this is so cute! i wanna thank you for requesting this (and trusting me to write it) 💕 because it's holiday season i turned it into a holiday-themed thing, i hope you don't mind!
this was super fun and sweet to write (tho i still don't feel 100% with it).
🎄CHRISTMAS GIFT 💝
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a/n: i took inspiration for pregnancy symptoms + reasons from google and my friends (specially one with pos who got pregnant the same way), but i'm sorry for anything (?). also, this is unedited and english is hard.
⚠️ c.w.: afab reader, unplanned pregnancy, pos (polycystic ovary syndrome), christmas, the mention of sex while pregnant.
you flushed the toilet again and got up, opening the faucet and washing your face. the mirror told you you looked like a mess, absolutely horrible. deep dark circles, pale, dry lips, and, besides that, it felt like your body was fighting against itself and apparently it was winning - or losing. you lost count of how many times you threw up in the last couple of days and you were feeling all over the place. such a great way to feel on christmas eve.
kakashi opened the door of the bathroom, worried about you.
"come on, let's go to the hospital." you could tell he was worried, but tried to maintain his voice firm.
"no, i'm ok! i'm just a little dizzy, that's all."
there was no way in hell you would go to the hospital. you hated hospitals! no one has ever received good news in a hospital. best case scenario was "you're not sick" which is not exactly a good new, it didn't change anything. a good new would be "hey, we just discovered you're immune to every disease that has ever existed and you're practically immortal" or something similar. also there was the smell, the freaking white walls white everything. ugh, absolutely not!
"you've been throwing up for four days now, please, y/n."
"mind your fucking business, rokudaime." you told him, pushing him aside to leave the bathroom.
"you're my fucking business."
"how sweet." your voice was filled of sarcasm. you weren't usually this mean, but kakashi sounded like a broken record, insisting you went to the hospital when you clearly didn't want to.
you sat on the bed and closed your eyes, trying to make the world stop spinning. your mind was desperate trying to remember if you'd eaten something that could've caused this. maybe a new virus? either way, your body would get rid of it naturally, how it's supposed to do.
"no, really, go to work. i just need to eat something and lay down a bit." you tried to calm him down.
"you said that yesterday and the day before that, i can't leave you like this, come on."
"kakashi, drop it, i'm not going to the hospital!" he was starting to get on your nerves.
"i'm not asking, i'm informing. you can choose to go wearing what you are now or put something else on. you got 5 minutes."
"touch me and i swear to god i'll make you regret the day you were born!"
"honey, please..."
kakashi kneeled down before you and took your hands in his.
"i can't leave you like this, i haven't been able to focus properly because i'm worried about you, i'm running behind schedule at work. i'm asking you, please, let me take you to the hospital."
you sighed, looking at him. as the hokage, kakashi couldn't skip a day of work, he was responsible for absolutely everything, and he would work the whole day on christmas eve.
"i hate hospitals. i really do."
"i know. but we have to find out what's wrong."
you got up and changed from your pajamas to a loose dress, grabbing your purse on the way.
kakashi practically carried you to the very christmas descorated hospital, but you couldn't blame him, you knew he was worried. that was the only reason you were there, actually. you were sure there was nothing wrong, you could feel it it was only temporary, probably just something you ate, but you were doing this for him, to make him feel at ease.
he only left after putting you in one of the beds, as if you were so weak you couldn't walk or sit. taking one of the hospitals beds was ridiculous, but the place was nearly empty anyway, people seemed to avoid hospitals during the holidays.
the holidays.
you couldn't help but smile at the memory of your first holiday with kakashi, when he asked you to be his girlfriend under a mistletoe, and exactly a year later he proposed. you had had a crush on him for months before he actually made a move, and now there you were, six years later, married and happy. you wondered if he remembered, now that he was all busy with the hokage job. you couldn't blame him if he didn't, he was working late on christmas eve, he had a lot going on... but at least he would be yours tomorrow. all yours.
"hi, y/n!" sakura greeted you.
"hi, sakura."
sakura was wearing a santa hat and there were tiny reindeers and christmas trees on her scrub.
"i heard you're not feeling well today. what's wrong?" she asked, holding a clipboard, ready to write down everything and anything you said.
"it's really nothing, kakashi's just being dramatic..."
"well, you're already here, we can check it out, it's no trouble. so, what are you feeling?"
"well, the main thing is this sickness, my stomach feels so weird i can't eat anything, i just throw up right away."
"hm... what else?"
"well, this is what concerns kakashi the most, but i also feel tired all the time, you know? it's like i ran a marathon, i just want to sleep."
"ok, so basically you're throwing up, feeling nauseous, can't eat and feel super tired?"
"yeah, that's basically it."
"okay, and when was your last period?"
"shit, i have no idea... my cycle is not really regular... i have pos, i take the pill but it doesn't really help with the cycle, sometimes it's 20 days, but sometimes it's like 45, so i don't really pay attention to it. i should, i know, sorry. it also doesn't help that i take the same pill since forever."
"okay... did you take any medication lately?"
"oh, god... nothing special, just the occasional aspirin. but i did have to take antibiotics for my throat a while ago ago, but it was nothing serious."
"okay..." sakura was writing everything down and had a little smile on her face. "question: is the sickness worse in the morning, like right after you wake up?"
"yes! why is that?"
sakura smiled and kept writing down your symptoms.
"so, do you know what's wrong? it's really nothing, right? probably just something i ate?" you asked, hopeful.
"well, in a way, yes." she giggled, but you didn't understand why. "come on, i need to take your blood and run a few tests in order to be 100% sure."
ugh, needles.
your body shivered at the idea, you absolutely hated needles, but what were you going to do? you were at the hospital anyway, might as well do everything. you were sure sakura had a pretty good idea of what was wrong with you, so if she wants you to take a blood test, you will take a blood test... that somehow made you feel quite anxious. if sakura wanted you to take a blood test, and she had an idea of what was going on, then maybe it was not "nothing", or simply something you ate. the idea of it being something serious caused panic to wash over you.
sakura was very skilled, she took your blood quickly, you almost didn't feel a thing and you were so so thankful for that.
"can you tell me what do you think it is?" the panic in your voice was obvious.
"we better wait for the results, but don't worry, it's nothing bad, i promise." she replied, tagging the blood bottles.
you nodded, looking at the perfectly painted white wall. nothing bad... as if something good was an option. in hospitals. haha.
"so, because it's christmas eve we're really short on people and the results may take a while, but you can go home if you want. i know you hate hospitals, it'll only make you anxious staying here... i'll send the results to kakashi."
"really? thank you!"
"yes, just make sure you rest, get some sleep and drink loads of water, ok? and try to eat something. a fruit, a glass of milk, anything is better than nothing, your body needs it." she recommended.
"okay, doc."
sakura smiled and touched your arm.
"and don't worry, everything's okay. i'll ask konohamaru to take you home."
"oh no, don't worry, i'm ok, i can go by myself."
"it's no trouble, he's got nothing better to do. besides, kakashi would kill me if he found out i let you leave alone."
that was true and there was no doubt. kakashi was overprotective - it would be ridiculous if it wasn't somehow sweet.
konohamaru walked you home taking very seriously the mission of taking the hokage's wife home in safety, it was adorable.
as soon as you got home you boiled water to make a cup of tea and tried to keep your mind free of worries, but it was difficult. sakura's questions brought up a fear you were working really hard to ignore, specially because it matched your symptoms, but it couldn't be true, it just couldn't. not with you.
you snuggled up on the couch with your cup of tea and turned on the tv to try and distract your mind.
.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.
kakashi was finishing signing a huge pile of documents when sakura entered the office.
"hi, kakashi sensei!"
"hey, pink hair! i hope you didn't come here to deliver bad news... how's y/n? or did you come to talk about something else?"
"i brought her blood test results."
"is she ok? please, tell me she's ok!"
"she's ok, sensei!" sakura smiled. "she's home, that's why i'm giving the results to you."
kakashi took the envelope from sakura's hands, but didn't open it, instead waited for her to say what was really written in that piece of paper. he was trying to hide the fact that he was anxious and worried, but a bit calmer now that he knew you were home - if you were home it meant you didn't have to stay at the hospital, so it was nothing too serious.
"so?" he asked when sakura didn't speak.
"congrats, sensei, you're going to be a father!"
sakura couldn't hide her excitement, she believed children were a blessing and she was so happy her beloved sensei was going to be a father! being one of his genins she knew he would be an amazing father. kakashi, on the other hand, was frozen, still holding the envelope, not even blinking.
"sensei... are you... ok?"
"she's... pregnant?"
"yes!" sakura confirmed, smiling. "isn't that wonderful?"
"are you sure?!"
"yes! look at the results, she's around five or six weeks in!"
kakashi still seemed really confused, as if sakura had said that the sky is in fact green.
"how is that possible? you're not lying to me, are you?"
"no! see, she takes the pill, but antibiotics cut the effect of the pill, i don't think she was aware of that."
kakashi was so shocked he didn't reply, still trying to process the information, envelope in hands.
"sensei... is everything okay?"
"yes, of course!" he gave her his signature smile, his eyes becoming little crescent moons.
"i have to get back to the hospital... tell y/n i want to talk to her asap, we need to run other tests, start the antenatal check up, see if everything's okay, if she'd like to keep it..."
kakashi nodded, but he didn't seem to have listened to her, so she left and went back to the hospital. it took kakashi a while to fully process the new information, he was caught so off guard. after a few minutes he left the hokage tower telling shizune he had to rush home and not stopping to hear her complain about how late they already were with things.
.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.
"y/n!"
you woke up with a little jump when you heard kakashi call your name, realizing you had fallen asleep on the couch, the empty cup of tea on the floor. at least it didn't break.
"y/n!" kakashi called again.
"in the living room!"
three seconds later kakashi appeared with an envelope and a box in hands, almost running towards you.
"how are you? are you feeling better?" he asked, hands cupping your face, eyes analyzing every millimeter of your skin.
"i'm ok, i'm better. i told you i only needed to eat something. and sleep apparently. i'm better, there's no need to worry. is this the test results?"
"yes."
you reached out to the envelope, but kakashi didn't let you touch it. weird.
"well? can i please see it?" you asked, sarcastically.
kakashi shook his head, then sat by your side.
"i'd like to talk to you first" he said.
"you're acting weird... are the results bad? am i sick? what is it?"
"you're fine."
you raised an eyebrow, not believing him. your heart was beating fast, and you started to feel a little anxious with the idea that something was, in fact, wrong. maybe you really were sick.
"if i'm fine, then why you don't want me to see the results?"
he handed you the box, which you accepted suspiciously. you untied the ribbon and opened it up, seeing a pair of tiny tiny socks inside it. your heart skipped a beat.
"uh... what's this?"
"y/n, you're pregnant."
the words hit you and made the room spin. you dropped the box and time stopped while your mind tried to process the information. that's exactly what had crossed your mind at the hospital, but you were too afraid to even consider it. it might have been seconds or minutes before you looked back to kakashi.
"i'm sorry... what?!"
"you're pregnant." kakashi said the words very carefully, seeing how you received the new.
"no... no, it doesn't make sense. let me see this!"
you finally took the envelope from kakashi's hand and opened it up, taking a quick look at the numbers and then seeing the high number on hcg hormone.
there was probably a question mark tattooed on your face, because you were so confused. it just didn't make sense! you took the pill and, even without the pill the chances of you getting pregnant were lower than average because of pos... at least that's what the doctor said when you you were diagnosed. it didn't add up.
"you see, apparently antibiotics cut the effect of the pill."
antibiotics! of course!
"oh!"
you closed your eyes when it all started to make sense. the sickness, the mood swings, the sleepiness... you touched your stomach unconsciously, the sudden awareness that there was a life evolving there was mindblowing. your eyes burned and you started to blink to contain the tears.
"i'm sorry..." you said with a weak voice, trying to contain the scream in your throat.
the tears fell from your eyes nonetheless and you felt ridiculous. you had one job! and now it was all ruined. kakashi and you never really talked about having kids, but you could tell from the way he talked about his father that he was scared, probably terrified at the idea of traumatizing someone same way his father did. he loved his genins, he really did, and he was some sort of father to them, he'd go to hell and back for them, but that was different. he had already lost so many people, he didn't want to go through the pain of losing a loved one again - you were the only exception, the only one he had let in, the only one who was worth it enough to risk it, but that was it. and it's not like you were dying to be a mother - sure, you loved children and the idea of a mini kakashi running around the house made your heart feel warm, a little package of love, the result of how much you and kakashi loved each other, the chance to make it right, the way your parents hadn't... but to be honest the idea of being responsible for a life scared the shit out of you.
"you're sorry?" kakashi chuckled.
you nodded, the tears never stop falling.
"i'm sorry i was so stupid, i know you don't want to be a father... i'm sorry i don't know what to do!"
it was getting harder to speak and impossible to contain the tears. kakashi pulled you in to his chest and kissed the top of your head.
"honey, we're in this together. it's ok, you're ok."
he kept repeating you were okay, massaging your back while you held on his shirt for dear life and tried to pull yourself together.
finally, a few minutes later, you felt calmer. kakashi pulled your chin up to look at you. you could tell he was smiling under the mask.
"you're right, i didn't want to be a father. past tense. that was before you. you can't imagine how happy i am, how full i feel!"
"really?"
"honey, i love you! nothing could make me happier than starting a family with you!"
the tears came again, but this time it was because you felt incredibly happy and emotional. yes, it felt like you were all over the place.
"oh no, what's wrong?" kakashi asked, wiping away your tears.
your answer was to hold him tight and plant a kiss on his neck, which made him smile.
"so it's safe to say you also want a family with me?"
"of course i do!" you told him.
kakashi ran his fingers through your hair, something he knew made you feel calm and safe while in his arms and you two just stayed there for a while.
finally, when you were almost asleep he asked:
"what do you think it is? a boy or a girl?"
"hm... i think it's a boy. a silver haired boy that looks just like you and will annoy the hell out of me just like you do. i just know you two will be full of shenanigans."
"what if it's a girl? a beautiful lovely girl just like you that will be the center of my world just like you are. too clever for her own good, will always be on your side, even when she knows you're wrong."
you giggled, painting the picture in your head.
"what if we have twins? a boy and a girl." you asked, intertwining your fingers with his.
"then we're lost. completely. they would destroy the house while we'd watch in awe."
"i bet they would destroy the whole village, and no one would dare to stop them because they're the hokage's kids. they'd be little terrorists."
"oh yes, i can already picture them... shit, i'll have to hide my books."
"and the dogs, oh god... the house will be a complete mess 24/7!"
kakashi laughed.
"i can't wait for them to be here, i wanna hold 'em and smell their tiny head..."
"i have to say that the way you're so excited to be a father it's so hot and if i weren't already pregnant i'd ask you to put a baby in me right now."
"shit, i love you" he said, before pulling the mask down and kissing you passionately.
you weren't sure how it happened, but you were suddenly beneath him, your fingers pulling his hair while he kissed your neck. now that you knew you were pregnant you could blame it on the hormones, even though you knew that the truth was that, when it came to your husband, you were insatiable.
"thank you for the greatest christmas gift of my life." he whispered between kisses on your lips.
"the gift is not over yet. pants off, hatake."
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funniest possible thing for scarf to say immediately before reading the arc where brian gets nerve-carpeted while under the false assumption that alec is going to die. btw here's their current theories on the entities & so on which i found enjoyable:
scion’s goofy ass is definitely patient zero that’s a given. I wonder if he created the endbringers. he was first found hovering above the ocean maybe he gave it life or smth. who knows what he was doing before he was found I doubt he just Showed Up he must’ve been doing something even if it was just hovering for eternity letting his power leak into the earth
jack slash being the catalyst for the end of the world might have something to do with how he orchestrates the nine.,
he doesn’t want Noelle on the team he thinks she’s too big of a threat. I’m assuming if he gets is way that means she dies. I think that something really bad happens if she dies. connected to my other theory abt Noelle possibly having endbringer genetics if the endbringers Are the earth given life then killing her is killing the planet. maybe idk
still no concrete answers on the entities sadly. parahuman = parasite still a clear connection tho given the whole virus thing & how drastically they r affecting more and more people with powers & trigger event proximities
their previous/initial theory was like. Shockingly close to the truth for a second but then they veered the fuck off. god i cannot wait to see how they feel about brian their boy brian whom they like and enjoy experiencing the horrors
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Part Two: "Cure of Infection": A BTS x SKZ Crossover Zombie Apocalypse Story
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The scenario: Post apocalyptic AU. Zombie Apocalyse AU.
A BTS x SKZ Crossover Event
WARNING WARNING: SPOILERS IN THE RECAP! IF YOU HAVEN"T READ CHAPTER ONE FIND IT HERE
Chapter Recap: Felix and the mc were on their way back from a raid that went sideways and Felix was bitten not once but twice. They are battling the clock to save him before he turns. All looks lost when none other that Taehyung appears and offers them sanctuary. However, trouble stirs and the mc is forced to seperate from Felix and Taehyung. Does Felix make it? Is Taehyung true to his word? Will the mc be able to make it back to Felix and the others?
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Hoseok stood, arms crossed, brows furrowed and eyes hard as he took in the scene in front of him.
Taehyung had arrived back … after having told no one that he was even gone.
He loved the man, really he did.
And he understood the desire for a stroll outside.
But those days were in the past.
Someone needed to know where you were at all times and you didn't need to go out alone.
And to make matters worse, he'd returned with a drifter … who'd been bitten.
Hoseok, having long since accepted the reality… was prepared to put the kid out of his misery.
Only for Taehyung to shoot into a blind panic raving about a woman and a separation of cells and a cure.
Truthfully, if Namjoon's curiosity hadn't gotten the best of him… Hoseok would've already put the poor young man out of his misery and been done with it.
However, Namjoon had stepped in.
"Hoseok-ah… let's just see what happens. We have a containment area … just in case. Let's just see where this goes. If it's true and this woman shows… I mean, if she's right… then who knows what this could mean?"
And while it ground against every nerve and instinct Hoseok had…. he had always been a sucker for that wonder in Namjoon's eyes.
Joon was the leader, technically, but Hoseok was the disciplinarian and everyone knew it.
Joon was the face and the voice and Hoseok was the follow through.
Which usually made it all the more jarring because Hoseok was so naturally charismatic.
He was a natural at letting you see what he wanted you to see right up until the very end.
Chameleon, actor… whatever you wanted to call it.
But he had one huge weakness… and that was Namjoon and that childlike wonder he got in his eyes when he wanted to learn something.
If Hoseok was Superman, Namjoon was his kryptonite.
That being said… he didn't like this… at all.
It was far too risky.
Felix, the young man, had been bitten twice and while Taehyung insisted he watched this 'mystery woman' pull the virus cells out of him… he had his doubts.
At Taehyung's insistence, he had been given the medicine found in the backpack in thirty minutes intervals.
Now the question of a blood transfusion hung in the air.
Hoseok wasn't having it.
"Absolutely not." he had snapped.
"But hyung… she said…." Taehyung pleaded. "He lost so much blood. He's got to."
"We don't even know this kid!" Hoseok shouted.
It had caused an unholy fight amongst himself, Taehyung, Namjoon and Jin.
It was the kid that spoke up.
"I understand your doubts. I get it. You can't trust anyone anymore." Felix said. "Don't worry about it. Noona said she's coming. And maybe I can build my blood back up."
"And that's another thing." Hoseok barked. "Yet another stranger that we don't know. She conveniently splits and you come in here with an infected person. Taehyung, what is wrong with you?!"
"If she hadn't then there is a really good possibility that I wouldn't even be here!" Taehyung snapped.
"You would be fine if you'd stayed the fuck inside like you're supposed to!" Hoseok roared.
"I can't live in a box for the rest of my life! If wanting to feel the sunshine on my face every once in a while is a sin then Satan himself can claim me. At least Hell would be a change of scenery!" Taehyung screamed.
The both of them were staring at the other with hard eyes and heaving chests.
Seokjin was the first to collect Hoseok, pulling him away to cool down while Namjoon went to soothe Taehyung.
Seokjin would bring Hoseok back down to reality and Namjoon, though impossibly curious of the possibilities, would help bring some clarity to Taehyung.
"I couldn't just…" Taehyung whispered. "Hyung doesn't understand…"
Namjoon sighed, placing his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, "He does, Tae. He's just scared is all. You know him. He's just trying to keep everyone safe. There are others here we have to think about."
"But… what if… what if it's a cure?"
"It is."
The pair of them looked to the young man currently laying on the bed in the isolation room.
Felix sat up a bit more.
He looked a bit worse for wear but there was no doubt that he hadn't been overtaken by the virus.
"A cure?" Namjoon asked.
Felix nodded, "Noona won't talk about it but I know it's true. My hyung, Minho, he was bitten and she did with him what she did with me today. But I think it took a lot longer."
"This is fascinating but I don't know that it's classified as a cure. It's more like catching a cut before infection can set it." Namjoon reasoned. "Still, I had no idea that it was even something that could be done… but it's not exactly a cure."
"It is though." Felix said. "I wasn't finished talking."
Redness creeped up Namjoon's neck, "Sorry."
"It's ok." Felix said. "Another member of our group, Hyunjin, he got separated from us for a while. We feared the worse and had those fears confirmed one day while we were out scavenging. He'd completely turned. But he's family and no matter what we've been told… none of us could just put him down like that."
Taehyung's chest tightened with this knowledge and his mind wandered to a certain someone currently locked away in another isolation chamber.
Felix continued, "We managed to get him back and we put a muzzle on him so he couldn't bite. Noona knew she could pull the virus cells out because she'd done it with Minho. But it was different. Minho had a fresh bite and Hyunjin had clearly been turned for a while. She had to figure out a way to get the cells out and good blood back in."
"I don't understand." Namjoon said.
"I think I do." Taehyung said before looking at Namjoon. "That's what she was talking about. A blood transfusion."
Felix nodded, "She pumped cells out of Hyunjin until he was barely there at all. They're not dead, you see. But their bodies are locked in a different state. And depending how strong they are mentally…. they could still be aware. Noona pulled cells out of Hyunjin until he looked like a raisin and then we all took turns giving him blood transfusions. She'd extract and inject until no virus was left and all that remained was blood."
"Oh my god." Namjoon whispered. "This it is."
"It doesn't always work though." Felix said.
"What do you mean?" Taehyung said, the flicker of hope in his chest almost dying as quickly as it had grown.
"It all depends on the person." Felix said, struggling a little to sit up. "She's tried before on others. Hyunjin says he felt like he still had his mind but no control of his body. Like he was being controlled and it was a fight every day. He said it was like a devil was on his shoulder whispering to him to give in and making him do things he didn't want to. He said knowing that we were alive and fighting for him gave him hope and something to hold on. He says that when Noona started the treatment it was awful and extremely painful…but it gave him the strength he needed not to give in."
Taehyung gasped, tears springing to his eyes, as he thought of the wide dark eyes and full lips, the sweet smile and warm hugs.
The person who he loved with all his heart…. locked away in his own mind.
"The others.." Felix started. "Noona thinks it's because she's not good enough but Hyunjin says he thinks it's because they had already given up hope or perhaps there were prior injuries that were too great. A girl, Sulli, she came completely back to herself but then she died on the table. Another, Hara… she was restored but unfortunately she took her life that night. Changbin-hyung says that she confided in him that she'd lost everyone… and didn't want to continue without them. She did it before we could even try to stop her. But there was one other. Her name is Jisoo. She was bitten and restored. We saw her not long ago. She said that she had reunited with her friends, Rose, Lisa and Jennie."
Taehyung sniffled, "Why did you say you couldn't go back earlier? In the street. You said you'd been bitten. If you knew this was possible then why did you say that?"
A dark look crossed the young man's freckled features, "I didn't exactly have control. I never realized what Hyunjin mean when he said it was like your body was being controlled. I felt like it was drifting in and out and my mind was hazy. I spoke but I didn't have control at times. At others I did. That's why when I had the chance, I told Noona I wanted to go with you. I just wanted to make it home. If we made it home, I knew she could save me. Because I know it's possible and that she won't give up… and that is all the strength I need to fight it before it overtakes me."
He was quiet for a moment and tears filled his eyes.
"But it's been hours… and she still hasn't come. I - I'm scared that they might've…" he broke off into a sob, his emotions getting the better of him.
"We'll find the woman."
The three of them jumped at the voice at the door.
Hoseok, had been lingering, silently and discreetly listening to the story.
"Hyung!" Taehyung gasped.
Hoseok walked to both Namjoon and Taehyung, placing a hand on the younger's shoulder.
"Taehyungie… I'll find her. If she can do it… we will try everything we can to bring Jiminie back."
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Helloooooo my loves! So THAT was a whirlwind and I do hope you forgive me for putting you through emotional torture…. but also… don't most of the best stories? I know the only time I really love a story is when my emotions are WRECKED. I would love to hear your thoughts!
Love, K
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Hi!!
Here I come with a new chapter from Your Name.
I know I said it will be a mini series, but I'm not sure now about it 🙈
I'll try to not make it very long because I don't want to repeat all the story again, but I feel myself inspired...
I hope you'll like this chapter!!
Enjoy!!
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Your Name.
Mini series Part 3.
Daryl Dixon x Reader.
Warnings: Fear. Blood. Death. Bad language. TWD Gore.
Words: 3200
Summary: Fely needs help, both of you need help, people are crazy and you're pretty sure you're going to die, but you find help in someone you never expected.
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Part 3.
You quickly carry Fely to the bathroom. Carefully you clean the wound on her arm, the blood doesn't stop, she hisses in pain while sobbing in fear. You are no better, you feel your nerves on edge, but you need to help your friend. You sit her on the toilet as you search the medicine cabinet for something to heal the terrible wound.
"What happened?" You ask her kneeling down next to her.
"I-I don't know, I was throwing out the garbage and I heard footsteps, I thought it was a drunk guy and suddenly he jumped on me, I tried to push him off, but then he bit me..."
"Fuck, did he run off? Did you get a look at who it was?"
"No, no, he tried to follow me into the store, so I ran and closed the door."
"What the fuck? I'm going to call Ethan to come get you and the police."
"O-okay..." she nods, squeezing the wound on her arm, now covered with a bandage.
"Don't move, I'll be right back."
Fely nods again as you run out of the bathroom and into the office. There you look for your partner's phone to call her partner at the same time you take your own phone to call emergency, if that guy is still out there, he's probably dangerous or crazy.
The virus that in only 24 hours has infected more than half of the population of Senoia...
You listen to the radio again, there are small interferences, but its information catches your attention. Virus? Wasn't it a simple cold?
This virus spreads rapidly and generates a very aggressive behavior in people, we ask you not to leave your homes until the authorities take control of the situation.
"Fantastic, now a virus is driving us crazy..." You say to the nothingness and sigh in relief when you find your friend's phone.
Returning to the bathroom you try to contact Ethan, but he doesn't pick up the phone, you try emergency as well, but all the lines seem busy. You curse out loud and stop when the front door opens. You stand frozen in the middle of the store watching as a small group of six people move forward slowly and uncoordinated, bumping into some shelves, panting and grunting. They are sick, they have caught that virus you heard on the radio. Your heart is racing, you have to go back to the bathroom with Fely and call for help.
You move very slowly, try to breathe as little as possible and calculate each new step so as not to attract attention, the people who have entered move lost, as if they were under the effect of alcohol or very powerful drugs, luckily you reach the bathroom without being seen and close the door behind you.
"Fely, I can't get through to anyone, the lines are jammed, we need to get out of here." You tell her and stop, she's sitting on the floor, her forehead pearly with sweat, her skin is pale and it's obvious it's counting on her to breathe. "Fely?" you approach and your hand burns as you touch her forehead. "My God you're burning up, I have to get you out of here, get you to the hospital..."
"My arm hurts so much..." She whispers your name and cries her eyes out in fear.
You're scared too, but you have to stay strong, you need to take Fely to the hospital, you don't know what could have that guy that bit her, maybe he gave her some bad disease. You can't let your friend die.
"Listen to me, we're going to get out of here, we're going to go to the office and go out the back door to your car, okay?"
"O-okay... Ethan?" she asks you and you bite your lip.
"I-I'll call him again, but now we have to hurry."
Fely nods, you help her up from the floor, she is drenched in sweat and her body is burning, it must be over 40 degrees, if you don't get her to a hospital as soon as possible it could be fatal. Carefully you leave the bathroom, the people who have entered are still hanging around the store, luckily far enough away so that your movements go unnoticed. Holding your companion better you move quickly but quietly towards the office, you just have to lock yourselves in there, take the keys to Fely's car and leave through the back door. It's a simple and quick plan, no one will be aware of your presence.
Except Felicity's phone starts ringing.
"Shit, shit..." You mumble rummaging through your pocket to stop it.
Not far away you hear the grunts and gasps of the people in the store, they now know your position and move awkwardly towards you. A scream escapes you, in panic you start to run. Luckily your pursuers are slow and clumsy and you manage to reach the office before they do. You lock the door and pick up the phone.
"Ethan? Ethan is that you?"
"Wh...who? Fely? Wh...what are you doing with the phone...?"
"Ethan?" The interferences are constant and you don't manage to understand him well. "Fuck, listen to me, I'm with Fely in the store, she has a high fever, I need you to come get her and take her to the hospital." You ask him.
"To the hospital? Oh God... I'm coming... I'll be there... don't move..." Suddenly the communication is completely cut off.
"Hello? Ethan? Hello? Fucking shit!" You explode, your nerves getting the best of you, you're about to slam the phone to the floor, but you stop yourself at the last second, you need it in case Ethan calls back.
Violent pounding against the office door puts you on alert, the people on the other side trying to get in any way they can, their grunts and gasps getting louder and louder, pounding on the door and clawing at it, like animals wanting to get in. A frightened gasp escapes you as you see the door buckle under another push and the lock gives a millimeter. There are more people out there, you are sure, they are no longer the five people who were lurking around the store at first and if they get in they will really hurt you. Moving quickly you grab the desk from the office and using all your strength you drag it to the door. The latch gives way, the door opens and slams against the desk, you reflexively jump backwards. The door is barely a line that has managed to open, but you see the hands of people trying to get in, pushing and shoving and scratching at the walls. Their skin has a sickly gray tone, some of them even have blood on their hands, their nails broken from scratching at the door.
It all looks like a nightmare.
You take several steps back without taking your eyes off the door, the desk won't hold much longer and that escape route is out of the question, but you can't stay there forever, Ethan is going to come after you and Fely... God, Fely.
You quickly turn to your friend to check if she's okay. The blood freezes in your veins when you discover her lying on the floor, she is sitting in a corner of the office, leaning against one of the shelves, she is breathing heavily and her body is convulsing, the fever is taking over all her motor functions. You walk over to the fridge where you keep the food you bring in every day, take out a bottle of water and wet a dish towel, it may not be much, but it will help her fever go down.
"Fely, hey, I talked to Ethan." You tell her as you walk over to her. "He's going to come after us, okay? You just have to hold on a little longer." You ask her trying to sound calm, but your voice vibrates with every word.
You bend down touching her shoulder, Fely opens her eyes and when she looks at you, you immediately realize that something is wrong. Very wrong. Her eyes are covered with a thin white film, the color of her irises has faded, her eyeballs are covered with thousands of reddish veins, but above all, they see nothing. They are completely dead.
Fely gasps, a sound very similar to the people on the other side of the door, who are still trying to get in, but she lunges straight at you. A scream escapes your throat as you manage to react, shove her away and desperately search for a way out with your gaze. You don't have much time, with difficulty, she sits up again, gets up from the floor and walks slowly, shuffling her feet, straight towards you.
"Fely! What's happening to you!" You shout at her in an attempt to get her to react, but to no avail.
You push one of the desk chairs you've dragged to the door, hit her in the legs, and she falls like a sack forward. You put a hand to your mouth, her arm snaps, dislocated, as she falls into a bad position, but your partner doesn't complain, doesn't cry out in pain, doesn't try to call for help, just gets up again, arm dancing out of joint, straight at you again.
"Fely, please, stop it..." You whisper, tears streaming down your face, you're scared to death, you don't know what to do and you're convinced your friend just wants to kill you.
A hissing sound suddenly cuts the air. Your partner's gasps cease, you raise your tearful gaze and open your eyes wide to find an arrow piercing Felicity's head. You can't control yourself, just as she collapses to the ground, you vomit on your shoes. Your stomach clenches, your throat burns and liquid pours out of your nose choking you for a few seconds. You need to take long breaths of air as you cover your mouth and lean against the wall, tears are streaming down your face, your hands are shaking uncontrollably.
An echo suddenly resounds, something tries to break through the ringing that has settled in your ears due to the strong emotional shock you are suffering.
"Ain't ya only stupid or also deaf?" You hear much more clearly now.
You blink repeatedly before focusing your eyes. The voice guides your gaze to the window where you discover Daryl scowling at you.
Daryl Dixon is there, leaning out of the window that looks directly into the alley behind the store, he has his crossbow raised, pointed at you, cheek pressed against the body of the weapon, he is breathing heavily and scowling.
"What?" you manage to articulate word at last.
"Did she touch ya? did she manage to touch ya? Any scratches, bites..." He says to you again. "Focus, Susy!" he yells at you again, a dog-like growl escaping his throat.
You shake your head, coming to yourself at last, the panic is still very much there, but Daryl's words are finally bringing you to your senses. You look down at the ground, Fely is slowly bleeding out, tears are coming back to your eyes again, but you hold them back.
"N-no, she didn't get to touch me... she had a high fever and suddenly..."
"She ain't the only one, it's happenin' to the whole damn town." He grunts and turns around, the hissing is heard again, he's shot another arrow that hits another one of those people.
"W-wait." You hurry to the window as you see he's about to leave. "Where are you going?"
"M lookin' for Merle, we got separated." He says without looking at you, picking up the arrow from the corpse on the ground. You swallow hard and clench your hands on the window sill.
"Do you know what's going on?" the knocking on the door becomes present to you again and panic returns to your body.
"It's a virus, or so they say, people are goin' cannibalistic. I hear nonsense 'bout some people bein' resurrected..." Daryl hears the knocking on the door as well, his gaze drifts there for a moment, then looks back at you. "Ya'd better find a safe place and lock yerself in there."
"Y-yes... thank you, Daryl." You look behind you and run in search of Fely's car keys just as the door and desk give way.
A group, maybe fifteen or so sick people burst into the office, you scream again, quickly backing away, Daryl calls out to you from the window and you run over. You've never been very athletic, but you manage to get across as Daryl shoots another arrow. In mid-air he catches you helping you fall to the ground, your feet stagger from the weight shift, Daryl takes a few steps back and his head hits the wall, your foreheads bounce off each other and cursing loudly, Dixon releases you. You rub your forehead feeling idiotic about the situation, but you're also relieved that the sick people are stuck at the window and can't come after you.
You are safe. For the time being.
"Thank you..." You whisper without daring to look at him, after all you've said about him and his brother, you feel a little embarrassed.
He grunts shaking his head, downplaying it. He's about to leave you there, when he tenses and grabs your arm, hiding you behind a garbage can. Instinctively you hold your breath as Daryl positions himself and fires one of his arrows again, takes a few seconds to reload and fires another. It's a curious and useful weapon, it doesn't make too much noise and that doesn't seem to attract the attention of the sick, but it's tricky to handle.
"H-hey, I have Felicity's car keys, maybe... maybe I could take you to Merle and..." You try to be nice, your nails scratch your arms hard, it's a nervous reaction you have when you feel anxious. Daryl watches you and lowers his gun after retrieving his arrows.
"Ain't need yer help. Go home and stay there 'til someone comes to save yer ass." He growls and every word is like a sledgehammer straight to the stomach.
You want to say something, but he walks away down the alley leaving you alone again.
You can't complain, you have it coming, you know he's right, so you recompose your pride as best you can and run out of the alley in search of your friend's car. You feel a little bad about it, but you're not really stealing, she's dead and you need to get to safety. You're just being practical, right?
"For fuck's sake!" you scream as you feel a hand on your shoulder, you turn around discovering Ethan there. "Fuck, you almost killed me with a heart attack..."
"Where's Fely? Where is she?"
"I... I'm sorry... she got sick, I didn't get her out in time..." You apologize feeling remorse come over you again.
"No... no, why didn't you help her?"
"I swear I tried, but she had been bitten..." You say remembering the wound on her arm.
"You should have helped her! She was the love of my life! You're a wretched bitch!" he screams and you try to defend yourself, but he walks away without letting you give him an explanation.
He doesn't get very far, his screams attract more infected people and they quickly knock him down. His screams of pain echo in the parking lot of the store, you have just enough time to get in the car and start it before you see that after eating him they are coming for you.
When you get home your heart is still pounding. You need more than a couple of minutes to calm down.
Fely has become something you can't explain. Ethan has been eaten. Everyone is trying to escape. Your next impulse is to call Donna, her daughters had caught a bad cold, Donna too... no, nothing bad could have happened to them. With trembling hands you pick up your cell phone and call your manager, there are several ring tones, but no one picks up on the other end.
"God, what's going on...?" You ask the nothingness before getting out of the car and running home. You don't know if there might be infected people in your building and you're not going to stand there and find out.
As soon as you enter your apartment the first thing you do is lock the door; double turn the key, bolt the latch and place the small piece of furniture you have in the entryway against the door to put weight on it. Then you turn on the radio, apparently it is the only thing that works properly. The announcer reports that the virus is spreading, that it has reached other places and that people are becoming more and more aggressive and contagious. They call them zombies and it gives you goose bumps. It's like living in a nightmare, or inside a motherfucking video game. You quickly pick up the phone and your mother's number appears in your address book. You hesitate, you want to call your family, to warn them, but at the same time you are afraid, what if they are not there? What if they are already infected? You don't want to think about it, you don't want to admit that your family could be suffering or dead. It breaks your heart.
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You open your eyes again as the sun makes you frown. You need a moment to reflect on what's going on, then you remember falling asleep in the living room of your small apartment, too scared to go to your room, too nervous to sleep, but finally mental and physical exhaustion had won the day. Images of Fely and Ethan with those infected people come back into your head. You feel your eyes hurt from crying, you doubt you can continue to do so. Carefully you get up and try to call Donna again, but there is no signal. The radio off to the side in the room is still mumbling news, but you don't hear it anymore. It's become a plague, people are turning into aggressive, self-destructive beings, some of the dead are walking the streets again.
It's all madness.
Carefully you get up, your body protests against the bad posture you had at bedtime. You head to the bathroom to take a shower, the world may have gone mad, but that doesn't mean you have to smell of sweat.
How wrong you were.
You take a quick shower as your mind maps out a plan, you can't stay in your apartment forever, you have to get help, go to the police and find out what emergency plan they are following. On the radio they have been talking about shelter camps controlled by the army to prevent infected people from coming and harming healthy people. Maybe you could go to one of those sites. You don't have any special qualifications, or any gifts, but you can cook and you like to help people, you could take care of the cleaning and even look after the children if there are any missing parents.
You get out of the shower wrapping your body in a towel. You brush your hair quickly to tie it into a high ponytail when something catches your eye in the reflection of the mirror. You frown rubbing the skin on your forearm, but the stain won't go away, you look directly at your skin and your blood runs cold in your veins.
"No... no, no, no, no..." You whisper without stopping rubbing the skin until it takes on a reddish color. "No, no, you've got to be kidding..." You gasp looking at your arm again.
On your forearm, above your wrist, a name has finally appeared. A name you didn't expect to see, let alone that one.
D.ixon
To be continued...
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I hope you liked it!!
See you in the next chapter!!
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hey ya know how the zombie virus from tlou is based off a real life reaction that ants have to a certain kind of fungus (i.e not affecting the brain at all but instead releasing chemicals that make the muscles spasm in order to move)? spent the last few hours idly thinking about that in context with ianthe's bone arm. harrow specifically uses tendon in only a few places on ianthe's arm for mobility, but aside from those and the nerves, it's all bone and all ianthe's own as well. just wanted to posit the concept of either mid-ntn or post-ntn ianthe experiencing weird twitching/spasming sensations in her right arm/specifically the tendons and nerves in that arm, and not really connecting the dots, but it being actually a harrow-induced reaction (either voluntary or involuntary on harrow's part). idk i just keep thinking about harrow spending six months straight (?) in Hell, and coming back kinda fucked up about it. what i really mean to say is harrianthe violent semi-limb controlled sex when?
I KNEW where this was going from the first line and I love it. I think Harrow SHOULD be able to fuck with Ianthe's arm for sex purposes, like, maybe it starts as an involuntary reaction but once she figures out she can do it... Ianthe is the one who said choke me daddy
/I wrote a bit of that in a Ianthe/Augustine fic where he haunts her through the arm gilding from hell bc I'm very predictable like that. I just think necromantic powers should be misused for sex purposes <3
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Miu is a very jealous person, and learning how she wasn’t top one in every Boy’s "want to fuck" list in the accademy ? She took it personally, so here she goes in a mad plan~..
Her first victim was going to be that nerd chiaki~.. she gave her a new video game that as the gamer girl will play it, she will get corrupt by it, changing her to the core, slowly turning the bubbly lazy girl into a toxic punk raging gamer, according her clothing style to her new persona, making her do super lewd lives on twitch, milking her comunity like simps~ and being overall a total bitch to handle~.. admittedly tho it did make her sexier for some, hajime ain’t really complaining considering how.. forward she tends to be as snatching what she wants.. and she wants him~
(The Hajime / chiaki can ne ignored but NO NTR)
Chiaki couldn't say she really understood Miu's reasoning. Trying to make sense of the Ultimate Inventor's motivations was already a mess and a half usually, but her gift and subsequent demand left Chiaki confused, though not overly suspicious.
Yes, Miu had almost outright told her that the game was basically an act of vengeance for some nebulous slight Chiaki hadn't understood. And yes, the inventor had practically admitted to hating the gamer.
But at the same time, Chiaki wasn't sure there was someone in this school Miu didn't talk to exactly like this.
And a game was a game, regardless of why Miu had given it to Chiaki.
And since the file didn't seem to have any kind of virus on it that her antivirus could find, she shrugged, and booted up her stream.
As soon as she did, viewers began flowing into her chat, but she didn't make much of an effort to acknowledge them. Chiaki knew some streamers grew tremendously popular by the sheer force of their personality, but the Ultimate Gamer didn't particularly care for popularity.
Not only that, but this wasn't that kind of stream.
This wasn't Chiaki Nanami's stream. It was the Ultimate Gamer's.
People came here to see her demolish games, learn tips and tricks, and sometimes try their own hand against her in online tournaments.
Chiaki played like a machine. She didn't give the chat much attention as she did, nor did she comment much. The only reason she even had a webcam was to prove she was the one playing, and sometimes explain precise button inputs that required an esoteric grip on a controller.
As the chat slowly filtered in, she opened up the game Miu had given her, and immediately, her gamer nerves warned her.
There was a shiver going down her spine, that warned her that this wasn't a fun game.
No, this was a game that followed a long legacy.
Cat Mario.
I Wanna Be The Guy.
And now, Chiaki's Ultimate Challenge.
A troll game, designed exclusively to make the player angry and ruin their day.
Chiaki could sense it in her bones, but she couldn't say she was opposed to such games.
She even had respect for those who made them. There was an art to them, a technique. You had to truly understand games and those who played them to systematically destroy them after all.
And Chiaki could appreciate the challenge. It was a battle of wits between her and the developer, both using their knowledge of the other to try and find and avoid their traps or lure her into one.
But did Miu have the know-how to make a satisfying one?
An hour later, Chiaki was, frustrated. It was a state of mind she wasn’t familiar with. Especially not while playing a game.
Only one way to find out.
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Not even classic troll games could get her this riled up, nor could uber-difficult rage games. Because those games could be tamed.
Once she fell in a trap once, she wouldn’t fall in it the next go around, and inch by inch, step by step, she would conquer them.
But Chiaki’s Ultimate Challenge was a different beast. Miu was playing dirty, using every trick the Ultimate Inventor could come up with to ruin Chiaki’s night.
Frames dropped randomly, messing up her timing at the worst possible moment. Traps changed speed and position every time she died and reloaded the stage. The game was intentionally running poorly, making her monster of a pc run extremely hot, and making the gamer sweat enough that she had to ditch the jacket a quarter of an hour in.
Not to mention the way the screen obnoxiously flashed bright pink whenever the tiny pixelated Chiaki died, straining the real Chiaki's eyes something fierce, though she didn't dare look away from the screen for even a moment.
The music too was designed to annoy her she thought. The main track was high-pitched and annoying, but she was almost certain that there was a vocal track as well, but the mix was horrible. What she suspected to be a pitch-shifted synthesizer was drowning out the voice something fierce. Not enough to completely stomp it out, but Chiaki simply couldn't decipher a word it whispered in her headphones.
It wasn’t a challenge of skill, but of will. And Chiaki wasn’t used to being tested like this. A furrow was dug into her brow as she tried to concentrate on the infuriating game. Her button presses came harder and harder, and her jaw was clenched tight.
But it was all for naught. Once more, the platform at the very beginning of the level became intangible without any sense or warning, sending Chiaki back to the title screen with a bright pink flash that made her blink rapidly.
“Dammit!” She said, only to blush at the curse word.
And in response to the first curse word her viewers had ever heard from her, her frustration, and her death, her chat devolved into an indecipherable torrent of comments.
She spotted more than one mocking comment, but she ignored them, only feeding her growing frustration with them into the fire of her determination.
She wasn’t ready to give up yet. Despite Miu’s best efforts, Chiaki was still carving herself a path forward, death by death.
It took many hours, but Chiaki finally managed to crawl her way out of the first level. There was a limit to what a machine could come up with, and Chiaki had come to learn some of the patterns it fell into, allowing her to at least begin to consistently advance.
The real question was whether or not she’d keep her cool long enough to beat the first level.
- - -
For example, that first platform wasn’t as random as Chiaki had thought. It was timed. But not with, like, an internal clock, or a cycle, no.
The platform wasn’t tangible whenever her computer’s clock ended in a pair number.
Chiaki was back in a comfortable rhythm, though not a fun one. Once she managed to find those kinds of esoteric patterns, she could clear some traps, but most of them still evaded her. It was only her Ultimate Gamer’s instincts that had allowed her to come this far.
But this was the first time she saw the second stage, and of course, that meant another game over.
She sighed, but there was also a glimmer of hope in her chest. Progress was possible, at least. And she would clear this game if it took her a year of gaming every night on it.
With a hint of a smile on her lips, she rebooted the game, which of course, sent her back to the first level with the usual pink flash. She’d expected it.
What she hadn’t expected was for the first platform to be intangible even though it was 2:45:11 AM.
Chiaki’s blood ran cold. Like a madwoman, she tried, again and again, to land on it, making sure she wasn’t messing up the timing. But she wasn’t missing her window. It simply no longer existed.
The platform no longer followed the rule she’d discovered. Nor did any of the other traps she’d deciphered.
The patterns had changed once she’d reached the second level.
“FUCKING SHIT!” Chiaki yelled, throwing her controller against the wall, where it exploded into a dozen pieces.
She froze as she did, the sound like a cold shower falling atop her head. She ignored the torrent of comments her actions earned herself.
"F-Fudge." Chiaki forced herself to say, panting. She had jumped out of her seat as she'd thrown the controller, and she took a moment to center herself, panting while resting her hands on her hips, arching her back ever so slightly.
She could feel her shirt sticking uncomfortably to her skin as she did, her room having become a veritable sauna because of Miu's game. Sweat was making her hair stick to her forehead as she closed her eyes to calm herself, only for them to blink back open when her computer began jingling away.
Her head turned towards the monitor, only to blush at the feedback she saw there. Her sweat had turned her white shirt transparent, leaving her pink bra visible through the fabric. Not to mention the way her chest was heaving as she panted, drawing the eye towards her boobs even further.
And the jingles she'd been hearing-
'Nice curves Chi-chan~'
'U go gurl'
'Love seeing those gamer tits <3'
Messages were flashing across her screen. Not in the chat box where the rest of the chat was.
No, those were donations. All of them prompted by her unplanned show.
Chiaki could feel her blush heating her face.
Well, she no longer had a controller anyway. "I'm going to bed. Good night everyone, and th-thank you for the donations." She stuttered, before ending the stream and closing the screen, only to blink once more.
She was leaning down to reach her mouse and as such-
She could see the reflection of her deep cleavage on the darkened screen.
Her blush exploded as she realized how she'd looked as she ended the stream, before shaking her head with a sigh.
This night was a wash as far as she was concerned. Her controller was destroyed, she'd made a fool of herself, and she hadn't made any progress on Miu's fucking game-
She shook her head. Whatever. Clearly, Miu's program could only be called a game in the loosest definition of the term, and she didn't feel bad about saying it was awful and not worth her time.
She crashed atop her bed soon enough, the fatigue brought upon by the heat and the frustration soon pulling her under.
But sleep didn't offer her the rest she'd hoped. That annoying music had followed her in her dreams, as had the whispers and the pink flashes.
Even in her dreams, the flashes disoriented her, and though the whispers were louder, they were just as unintelligible as they had been when she’d been awake.
But even if she couldn't understand them, they were still omnipresent and loud in a way whispers shouldn’t be, drowning out every other one of her thoughts. The pink wasn’t helping her concentrate either.
The flashes came and went without rhyme or reason, assaulting her like flashbangs, as Chiaki tried to escape both them and the whispers. But it was futile. They were hounding her in this nightmare, as she ran without hope of outrunning them.
And when she woke up the next morning, she definitely felt like she’d spent the night running.
She was sweating like a pig, almost heaving her breathes, and worst of all-
That fucking song was stuck in her head.
Thankfully, the donations she'd received the night before had helped finance her new controller. She'd even had some left over to preorder a game she'd been looking forward to.
Chiaki squashed her face into her pillow, and screamed.
- - -
All in all, she was glad she'd gotten them, even if the means had been, well…
She shook her head. Whatever. She booted up the stream once her controller was properly set-up, only to blink when she saw the number of viewers.
It was far more than it had been yesterday evening. And judging from the chat…
Word had spread about what she'd accidentally shown off last night. And people were appreciating her having already taken off her hoodie. They were hoping for another show, which made Chiaki blush.
That wasn't her intention at all! She just knew how hot her room would get while she played Miu's game.
Whatever. Maybe this would mean she'd get more donations. At least let her get something from this shitty game.
She booted up the game, and leaned back in her chair as it loaded, watching the chat chug along.
The viewers were, well, horny was probably the word for it. They were already clamoring for her to undo a button or many, show off more of the cleavage that was hidden behind her tight shirt.
She blushed as she read the mix of lewd compliments and requests. The chat was apparently solidly empowered by its anonimity, and didn't hesitate to speak its mind.
"This isn't that kind of stream, you p-perverts." She mumbled, only to prompt a ding from her computer.
"Thank you for the dona-" Chiaki cut herself off as she read the message attached to the donation.
"We may be perverts, but we are perverts with money."
What an awful line. But a truthful one, it seemed. Chiaki blinked when she saw the amount that had just been sent.
100$. Just like that. Chiaki had made a hundred dollars for doing basically nothing. She blinked again, her mouth opening again to say, what? She didn't know.
Thankfully, her game finished loading at that moment, beginning to play the music she'd so grown to hate.
She felt herself frowning immediately, before settling in her seat, her brand-new controller in hand.
People who'd liked Chiaki swearing yesterday found themselves eating good tonight.
Playing this game wasn't fun. But she wanted to win. Badly.
- - -
"Goddamnit." The gamer girl bit out as her avatar fell through another platform. She ignored the jeers from her chat once again as she restarted all the way back to level one.
She'd reached a point where she could semi-consistently make her way to level 2, but progress was slow. But slow progress was still progress as Chiaki somehow managed to claw her way to the end of level 2.
Her computer was still chugging, prompting Chiaki to undo a couple of buttons from her shirt to try and survive the heat.
The couple of donations it earned her didn't hurt either.
A chat grabbed her attention amongst the deluge somehow.
'Maybe you should stick to showing off your tits instead of playing games lmao' someone said, making Chiaki's eyes do a double take.
Just in time for her character to run into an invisible enemy.
Died. Again. Because of that asshole.
And the screen flashed again, and that stupid fucking music somehow got even louder, grating against Chiaki’s ears, against her fucking thoughts-
Chiaki grit her teeth, clenched her fists tightly enough that the plastic of the controller creaked under her fingers, though she could barely hear it over the music, the flashes, and the avalanche of chatters-
She breathed in, trying to calm back down, but all it did was send a shot of oxygen into the fire of her anger, immediately burning away the familiar voice in her heart trying to convince her to be the bigger person.
"FUCKING GODDAMNIT! YOU MISOGYNISTIC PIECE OF SHIT!" Chiaki screamed, throwing her controller atop her bed, where it landed with a wholly unsatisfying poomf. She stood up, making her chair roll away behind her as she dove onto her keyboard.
It was a matter of seconds to find the chat again, not hesitating a moment to pull up his profile.
Th3oK1ll3r.
This dumb motherfucker.
"I should just stick to showing off my tits, Theo? Why, so you can jack off your needle dick? How about you stick to being a useless little CUCK! Think about that the next time you look up my stream before touching your microdick!" Chiaki yelled, before banning the chatter, to the jeers and applause of her audience.
She panted once she'd done so, her chest heaving with exertion, sweat running down her forehead and back.
She- had never gotten this angry. Ever.
And she felt great.
There was a gigantic weight that had suddenly lifted itself from her chest, and she fell back in her chair with a smile on her face.
No, not a smile- There was a satisfaction, a slight edge of sadism that pierced through, making it appear as a wholly uncharacteristic smirk.
She blinked when her computer dinged again, announcing a new donation.
5,00$
‘Im sorry please unban me’
By Th3oK1ll3r.
Chiaki giggled slightly, which quickly turned into a chuckle, and then full-bellied laughter.
She could just imagine Theo’s fucking face as he sent her his hard-earned cash, dick forgotten in hand as he begged pathetically for some of her attention.
A small nugget of pity welled up inside of her momentarily, but she crushed it mercilessly, aided by the music and the lights that were still flashing for some reason, despite Chiaki no longer playing.
She sat up in her chair.
“You think your pocket change is gonna make me unban you? That might be enough to pay your mom for a night, but I’m not a whore like her. How about you either put your money where your mouth is or get the fuck off my stream, Baby Dick?” Chiaki declared mockingly, leaning to the side to pick up her controller once more.
She took a moment to breathe as she did. Her heart was pounding like crazy, and she couldn’t get her smile off her face. Again, that annoying, nagging voice came around to try and make her apologize for lambasting the anonymous viewer, but the catchy tune quickly drowned it out once more.
The shitty loop was at least good for something, Chiaki had to admit. She might have to put it on her phone or something.
She rose back up, controller in hand when she heard another ding.
Th3oK1ll3r, with another 5,00$.
She made sure not to even acknowledge it, much to the derision of her chat.
Instead, she began playing once more, a smirk still pulling at her lips as she did.
The weight her angry release had freed her from hadn’t yet returned and didn’t seem eager to do so either.
Chiaki’s Ultimate Challenge had never tasted so sweet than with Theo’s desperate donations ringing every so often in her ears, and by the time she left the stream, she told Theo she’d think about unbanning him.
Over the next several streams, Chiaki’s viewers were greeted with the fruit of Theo’s money, not to mention all the other desperate donors that had grown to follow the Ultimate Gamer.
Maybe after a few more hundred dollars.
- - -
Chiaki had been so happy with herself, so light after that fateful stream, she’d been eager to embrace this newfound mentality of hers.
Gone were the pastel sweaters and oversized clothes. Instead, tight black clothes that made her pale skin pop and her curves all the more pronounced were practically painted on, not to mention the actual paint on her face. Her top revealed an ocean of cleavage deep enough to drown in.
“More than enough to completely swallow the cocklet of any of my viewers…” Chiaki mumbled to herself, pulling at the rim of her tank top and revealing even more skin.
She was still gaming, but she was only paying half attention to the game, instead focusing much more closely on the chat, scanning the influx of new messages with the eyes of a hawk, waiting for her prey to present itself.
And soon enough, a baby-dicked virgin appeared, eager to try and act confident online where no one knew just how much of a cuck they were in real life.
‘How about you stop pretending and actually take off your top?’
Like a lioness pouncing on a gazelle, Chiaki pivoted towards her second monitor, pulling up the user who’d dared speak up.
“Oh, I should stop pretending, AnimeLov3r? Maybe you should stop pretending this isn’t the first time you’ve spoken to a girl in months, and shut the fuck up! Here, I’ll help you out. You’re banned for a week! Take that time to get out of your coomer cave and go talk to a girl other than your mom! Though if that’s too hard for you, just stay here, jacking off your needledick to a girl who’ll never give you the time of day!”
Immediately, Chiaki felt the music’s pounding grow even heavier in her ears, and the pink flashes made her eyes flutter in pleasure. Her thighs squeezed tightly together, rubbing against her core as she rode the high of newfound sadism.
She found that the annoying voice from before was now almost completely gone. Or rather, it had changed its tune somewhat.
‘Who gives a shit what I say to stupid fucking simps? All they’re good for is sending me their check every month. Perverts probably get off to the insults too, like the masochistic betas they are.’
Chiaki found this new train of thought much more agreeable. It fit in quite well with the flashy pink decor and the background music that never quite seemed to go away…
Chiaki blinked rapidly as she heard the doorbell ring.
She felt her heart pick up the pace, her cheeks heating up slightly, a genuine smile stretching her lips.
She’d invited Hakime to come visit her today. After multiple months of procrastinating and hesitating, the two teenagers constantly rocking on the edge of actually becoming a couple, it seemed the Regular Course Student had taken Chiaki’s new wardrobe and attitude as the invitation it was when it came to real men, unlike her army of simps.
And now, he was going to help her branch out in her career.
“Okay losers, my boyfriend just got here. He’s actually got a dick worth something unlike the rest of you, and he’ll be using it to fuck me all night long, so stream’s over.”
That said, Chiaki ‘forgot’ to turn the stream off, and left the room, making sure the webcam got a great view of her ass swaying under her tight skirt as she did.
No doubt the way Hajime would make her scream would make for a great publicity stunt for her burgeoning OnlyFans to all of her cuck viewers who would stick around and masturbate to what a real man was capable of.
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Trapped Chapter 3
DBD Albert Wesker/ AFAB Reader
18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: Blood Play, Knife Play, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Tentacles, Praise Kink, Blood Kink, Biting, Creampie, Character Death, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Hair-pulling, Broken Bones Needles, Manipulation, Virus, Torture
When you materialized back at the bonfire, you were met with concerned looks from your fellow survivors.
Chris was the first to speak, walking up to you with his brows furrowed, worry burdening his expression. "What happened?" He demanded, his tone just as serious as ever.
"I-"
You stopped. What the hell were you going to tell everyone? "I think I need a minute." You choked out, everything flooding back to you suddenly, making you feel claustrophobic, your throat tight.
You stood up shakily, the dirt uneven below your feet, and ran off to one of the cabins, leaving everyone else more confused than before.
You slammed the old wooden door behind you with a loud thud and slid down it's surface, trying to calm your breathing.
What the fuck?
You ran your hand through your hair to pull it out of your eyes, a deep, shaking exhale leaving your lips. "Okay... I'm okay..." You convinced yourself, speaking out loud to the otherwise empty room. You voice sounding like you were on the brink of tears.
What were you going to tell the others? The truth certainly wasn't an option.
'Hey guys sorry about that I was busy getting absolutely railed by the killer after you all died.'
Yeah that would go over great.
You got up unsteadily, stomach churning with anxiety as you went to check your reflection in the dusty mirror across the room. Nothing. No evidence of the trial. That would make your lie a lot easier. You took another deep breath and sighed. You would just tell them that Wesker chased you around until you found the hatch.You would have to tell them he gave you the head start, knowing Dwight would have told them Wesker was holding on to you when Dwight was taken from the trial. It's not like you would have overpowered the killer after all. Not an outright lie, but you left the important details out.
You took another deep breath. What was going to happen the next time you were in a match with Wesker?
A shiver overtook your entire body and you felt unease pull at your stomach, nausea bubbling in your abdomen.You needed to just get this over with and everything would be okay. As you started to turn around to leave the cabin door opened, nearly hitting you square in the face.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to barge in. Everyone is worried about you." Jill apologized, reaching out to put a gentle hand on your shoulder. It was warm in comparison to the freezing cold you felt creeping over your flesh. Her face fell when she saw you, concern lacing her words. "Woah, are you okay?"
"I'm alright, I was on my way out to explain. Was just an intense trial is all." You attempted to compose yourself and give her a small, albeit unconvincing attempt at a reassuring smile.
Afterwards, you had arrived back at the fire with Jill and sat down on one of the hard logs of wood, your folded hands fidgeting in your lap. You just had to breathe. "I'm sorry to leave everyone worried. The last trial was a little overwhelming." You began, your voice weak and hesitant.
"After Wesker made me watch Dwight die, he gave me a head start and told me to try and find the hatch." You explained, not daring to meet anyone's eyes.
"It was some kind of sick cat and mouse game I guess. Was just extra nerve wracking to be alone and I was scared what would happen if he caught me, given the first match I had with him is all. It was sheer luck that I found it before him." You shrugged, a dry laugh punctuating your confession.
You hoped that would be enough to abate the interrogation by the other survivors, risking a glance up to meet their gaze.
Most of them nodded, mumbling words of comfort or acknowledgement and you sighed, your hand coming up to hold your forehead as you felt the beginnings of a headache form on your skull.
"I know everyone has rough trials, I just need to toughen up is all." You followed your words with a small laugh, a feeble attempt to ease the tension.
Most of the survivors left it at that, sensing your unease, the rest of the night easing into the more casual conversations amongst some. As casual as things could get, given your circumstances you supposed.
However, you would occasionally glance over to Chris, who's eyes didn't seem to leave you for most of the night. Did he know something?
You felt your heart rate pick up a bit at the thought, anxiety pooling in your stomach. You couldn't even begin to think to handle the situation if he confronted you for more information.
Unfortunately for you, just like the Entity, the universe had a sick sense of humor.
Later that night when most survivors had retreated to the comfort of their cabins, you found yourself alone next to the fire, lost in thought.
Your back was leaning against the hard bark of one of the large, towering trees, light from the flames in front of you dancing across the ground.
No matter what you did you couldn't get the previous match's events out of your head. Firey irises pinning you under an intense gaze, gloved hands and inky black tendrils snaking their way across your form. The heat coming from the fire wasn't helping the irritating warmth creeping over your body at the though of Wesker's mouth on your skin, his body pressed against yours as he tore apart your psyche, one methodical touch after another.
Your solitude didn't last long when you were startled out of your daze by none other than Chris.
"It's a little late to be out here don't you think?" He questioned, walking up a little too close for comfort given your thoughts just seconds ago.
He was in his usual uniform, stubble just barley noticeable on his hard jawline, short dark hair falling messily over his head. He was intimidating to say the least, but in the dim firelight you felt fear begin to stir in your gut.
"I didn't think I could sleep. I just wanted some fresh air." You responded, doing your best to keep your voice even.
"Let's cut to the chase. I know something is up." He took another step towards you. His large form now easily at arms length.
"You do realize how hard it is to believe you escaped, right?" Chris's voice dropped an octave, suspicion evident on his features.
"Believe what you want Chris, I know Wesker was your captain but people become unpredictable in the fog. Maybe he had some ulterior motive. I don't know." You avoided his eyes, finding a pinecone on the ground to be particularly interesting at that moment.
Chis took another long step forward, now directly in front of you as he slammed a large hand onto the tree next to you. "Don't even begin to think that he wouldn't kill every single one of us in a heartbeat. You're still new here, but you should know the Entity's realm can't and won't change someone like him. I know that too well, which is why your little excuse isn't adding up. Wesker knows that map better than any of us and you think he wouldn't have found the hatch before you?"
You flinched when his hand had hit the tree behind you, pine needles falling down with the impact. What the fuck were you supposed to say to that? You felt cornered, wanting to shrink into the wood and disappear.
"I already told you what happened, and from what I can tell the Entity does change people. It changes them into assholes that would rather turn on the people around them, then stop to believe anything outside of what they believe to be true." You hissed, your nerves causing you to give a much harsher response than you intended.
You still weren't looking at him, which is why when you felt a firm hand on your chin, forcing you to look Chis in the eyes, your skin crawling when you saw his face.
"If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that a murderer willingly let you go, then fine. But just know that the next match we have together with /him/, I'm not letting you out of my sight." Chris's brows were furrowed, lips parted and breathing out angrily.
"You mean like last time?" You spat, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
Chris's irritation faltered, his mouth opening only for him to sigh, his tense shoulders visibly slumping, hand falling from your chin.
"Look, Wesker is a menace. He wouldn't have let you go without something in return. I refuse to believe he can feel any sort of mercy, which means you he wants something from you."
Your words caught in your throat and you found it hard to breathe. You were about to retort when you saw someone place their hand on Chris's shoulder, his head snapping to see who the hand belonged to.
Jill once again had come to the rescue.
"Chris, let it go. She's had a rough enough time. She knows what kind of man we are dealing with."
Chris moved from his position in front of you, finally giving you the space to breathe.
Jill looked at you briefly before turning back to Chris "Regardless of whether or not his intention is manipulating her, it's not like any of us have much of a choice to fight it. We're trapped here. We do what we can to survive."
That's when you felt your stomach drop. She was right. You were just playthings for bloodthirsty killers, and an even hungrier Entity that fed on your suffering.
There would be no way out of this.
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Ranting below 'cause I'm just so done with my ex...
At what point will he put our children first? This is the second time my ex has chosen his fucking job over our kids. My youngest is sick with a 102 fever and throwing up. I gave him some fever/pain reducer and I'm waiting to see if that helps a little. I already put him in a bath and that didn't help at all.
Called his dad to let him know what is going on and he had the fucking nerve to say to me, "Well I'm putting away truck, so I can't do anything. Do you have money for an uber?"
Like, nigga what?? Mind you, he pulled this shit just the other week when the oldest lil was sick with some super virus and never came home to take him to the doctors. Had this kid shitting himself and throwing up all day until he came home at 10pm. Said he didn't have any money to send an Uber for me, so I had to sit and wait for his bitch ass.
I work part-time, maybe a max of 15 hours a week and they pay check goes right to the phone bill, cable bill, car insurance and food. He knows I don't have any money!
Thankfully, my mom is around today. If the lil's fever doesn't go down any, she will take us to the ER and my brother will grab my oldest from the bus stop depending on how long it takes for us to be seen.
I am so sick of this fucking asshole. I really cannot wait for karma to show his ass for real. We not together and now your kids don't fucking matter...fucking insane, like you don't live in the same fucking house as them!
All these kids want is their dad and he wants nothing to do with them. On the two days that he is home, he pays them no mind. Is always on his phone or outside smoking. He thinks getting McDonalds is doing something. How about you put some fucking food in the fridge! How about you read a book or color? Go on a fucking walk?!
I never knew I could hate someone so much. And I mean, I truly have no love left for this asshole. I don't even know what I saw in him 'cause he's been like this since high school. I was a fucking fool and now my kids are paying the price. Imma get us up outta here, best believe and his ass is gonna be left in the mother fucking dirt.
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bestie i’ve done the unthinkable…
i tasted the pink sauce.
backstory, my ole lady brought the shit because she was curious as hell. even though she literally knows about all the bs because she follows the story closer than we do. idk what possess her to buy it from $1.25 tree or moreso what possess me to taste it, but here we are.
now idk if it was a bad batch or what, but that shit tasted fucking disgusting. idk if that dragonfruit is old, or if the ranch ain’t ranching, but that shit made me want to throw up. like the moment my taste buds even touched the liquid, all the cells died immediately. i’m literally washing out the aftertaste with liquor rn.
DW literally just said “no we can’t do that” and just threw the bottle outside, and i think it bust on the curb next to our garbage can.
so i officially have an axe to grind with chef pii, i honestly want to sue dave’s gourmet & her because that was foul.
Truly said
Honesty to god I think pink sauce just fucking toxic sauce.
Even a legit sauce company could'nt fix that bitch. Went from 15 sauce in walmart to 1.25 at dollar tree, DOLLAR TREE. Even gas station shouldn't offer sell that walking stomach virus.
And " chef" P got nerve make these crimes against humanity
AND SHE'S CHARGING FOR RECIPES!?
WHO IS GIVING HER MONEY!?
#asks#pink sauce#pull the trigger piglet#that biscuit looks like pepto poured on it and my stomach hurts
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Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde, Autoresponder
Act 6, page 4491-4493
gutsyGumshoe [GG] began pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]
GG: Heyyy.
GG: Ahem.
GG: Ro-Lal?
TG: oopos sry
TG: was havin important chats
GG: Oh?
GG: With whom?
TG: w yet anather ineligible fuckin bachelor who elfe i have to talk 2
[CONTINUED PREVIOUSLY]
TT: Anyway, if you're still there.
TT: I wouldn't call my "feelings" ironic.
TT: Though evidently, I would enclose them in quotes.
TT: They're more like an echo of feelings once established in a biological context, though perhaps had not particularly well materialized at that point in my life.
TT: Or his life.
TT: Whatever.
TT: They still feel real sometimes, and it can be easy to get carried away with them.
TT: But most of the time they present themselves as dense bodies of abstraction to be evaluated, like any kind of information.
TT: It's fair to say the feelings I have ABOUT my feelings are more genuine expressions of emotion than the ground level feelings themselves.
TT: Does that make sense?
TG: yes
TG: sory distacted
TG: iportant shit gon on w janesy
TT: That's fine.
TT: So to underwhelmingly answer your question, no, I don't think I'm really "into Jake."
TT: Not so much as occasionally being subject to heavily arresting recalls of conflicted, incipient preteen episodes on the subject.
TT: I'm not sure I can be "into" someone in a way you understand.
TT: Not that it would even matter if I was.
TT: I'm glasses.
TG: damn :(
TT: What?
TG: sry im listening 2 u really
TG: but i fucked uuuuup
TG: got to make sure jane doesnt run that file i sent
TT: The virus? You sent it already?
TT: Sneaky.
TG: waahh im such an ass
TT: What are you two talking about?
TG: the bot line is
TG: im a horribule friend :(
TT: You could just tell her you sent an exploding file.
TG: noo then shell think im shitty
TG: and right now she thinks im super NOT shitty
TG: dont want to blow it
TG: id think id rather pull a dirk and propess my UNDYING FEELINGS FOR HER omgomgomg
TT: Wait, you have feelings for Jane?
TG: no you dingnut
TG: was joak
TG: OMFG
TG: if dirk tells jake about his stuff
TG: what about jane
TG: hows she gonna feel
TG: competing wish a friend and all for aguy she cant even get up the nerve to say anythin to
TG: poor jane :C
TT: It seems to be highly probable you are ensared in the throes of one of your human romantic quandaries.
TG: oh stfu up
TG: i need a drink
TT: Are you even talking to her anymore?
TT: It seems like you must be neglecting her side of the conversation.
TG: im in the mipple of a dramantic pause caulm ur fukin tits bobob
TG: RLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????
GG: Sigh.
[CONTINUED PREVIOUSLY]
TT: Anyway, I won't distract you for much longer.
TT: I just felt the need to tip you off to this eight hundred ton gorilla dragging its knuckles across the horizon.
TG: will this gorilla
TG: eat thos bonanas
TG: flying out of the roof u said
TT: No airborne fruit will be safe.
TT: I guess this is to be presented as something like a word of caution.
TT: If it's me going through with this, hypothetically,
TT: I'm not dropping some limp wristed shucks buster on his ass, and praying to the horse gods of irony for reciprocation.
TT: There will be no rocking back and forth on pigeon-toed feet, while my face flushes with the blood of a thousand timid bishies.
TT: I will not hold one tentative hand behind my head like a flustered asshole from an Asian cartoon, nor will an oversized bead of sweat overlap ludicrously with my visage.
TT: If it's me, I'm going all out.
TT: Oceans will rise. Cities will fall. Volcanoes will erupt.
TG: uuh
TT: What I'm saying is, it's going to be a scene, and bystanders need to brace themselves.
TG: ok
TG: about when is the big scene happenin
TT: Probably after the game begins.
TT: I expect he'll hold off on playing his hand until he and Jake are in the session.
TT: He's taken certain measures.
TT: For some reason, I think he's latched on to this notion that functioning as the client for a player is customarily a one way pass to makeout city with that player.
TT: Everything with him, and me, is a matter of assiduous tactical forethought. Makin' a play to get his jones on for the J-man is no different.
TG: not sure what any of this quiet means but it sounds spactacular
TG: i cant wait
TG: tho im still kinda torn
TG: about how 2 feel about his chances vs janes chances
TG: what do i say to jane about this???
TG: its hard being as totey sweet a friend as me
TG: its hard and no 1 understanks
TG: *lul
TT: Sorry to hear that.
TT: As ever, I remain an automatonous and dispassionate witness of the oddity that is human interaction, while maintaining no investment in either outcome.
TG: yeah bs
TG: anyway looks like i have to go
TG: i have to proves some shit to jane
TT: Prove what?
TG: oh u know
TG: just subjectin shit to the old madrigogs
TT: It seems you just said madrigogs.
TT: What are madrigogs.
TG: XD
TG: l7r bro
tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT]
TG: janey
TG: it seems 2 me
TG: that there is a (MATHS) % chance of you bein a huge tightass
TG: are u bein a huge tightass on me jane
GG: Oh god dammit.
GG: Take the book! What do I care!!!
TG: yessss thast the spirpit
TG: now u are believin w petrol
GG: I fail to see what offering up a priceless book for your wildly capricious science experiment has to do with my resolution to be less stingy with my beliefs, but alright.
TG: haha will u relax abt the book
TG: im only just teasing cause theres like practically a 100 percant chance this wont wonk like alwasy
TG: * wort work like always
TG: sooooo
TG: ready/
GG: Yes, let's just get on with it.
#homestuck#jane crocker#roxy lalonde#autoresponder#homestuck act 6#page 4491#page 4492#page 4493#homestuck act 6 act 2
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A continuation of a vent
Feel free to ignore this. Honestly, you probably should. I’m hella emotional rn
So... I heard back from my other profs.
All of them are just gonna close out my grades as is. Good news is that all my grades are pretty good. My math grade got rounded up to be a B- at least. I think my other classes I have an A in? (jesus that sounds like i’m bragging... i swear that’s not what i mean. my stupid ass is just a perfectionist and i degrade myself if I get less than perfect scores because i hold myself to impossibly high expectations.)
There’s only one test I need to take to be able to graduate, but I can also just take that next year. I have time before graduation. Like LOTS of time. I’m not graduating this year.
And I should be happy right? I have good grades in comparison to some of my friends right now. I don’t need to take finals. The one test I do need to take allows some flexibility. No quizzes or notes or anything. Nothing. My summer break technically started early, even if it starts with nerve pain, and blisters.
I should be happy that I don’t need to stress about that anymore and can instead stress about the lifelong virus now occupying my body.
So why am I so fucking pissed off and upset? Why do I want to fucking punch and destroy something.
I burnt myself out over this. I put off friendships for this. Two of my friends I won’t be able to see again because she’s leaving for another continent soon to join a foreign military. I won’t be able to spend time with them. i told myself I would after finals. So I sat down and studied and took notes and fucking pretended I was fine when I really wasn’t. But now all of that, was for shit. I didn’t need to do it. And instead i’m quarantining myself and trying not to tear out bits of my skin.
I fucking hate this. I fucking hate everything. I can’t with this. Not anymore. I’m so fucking done for today.
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Day 125: Accidental Bonding (Part One)
When Harry woke up, his head was pounding and his heart was racing, he thought he might vomit. He staggered over to the floo to firecall in to work.
Robards answered, "Junior Auror Potter, good morning."
"Hello, sir," he said before his stomach heaved and he had to turn away and take a few deep breaths to steady himself. "I need to call in sick, sir. I think I've got a virus."
"What are your symptoms?" he asked curiously.
"Really bad headache, it feels like my eyes are going to pop out of my head; elevated pulse; and nausea."
His brow furrowed, "Who was your training partner yesterday?"
"Malfoy, sir," he said, his gut twisting uncomfortably.
"Where did you go?"
"Excuse me-" he broke off and held up a hand, turning away from the fireplace to try to get his bearings as his stomach tried to eject itself through his esophagus. After a moment he turned back, "We were sent to that old antique shop, sir," he said as quickly as he could manage.
"You're going to need to go to St. Mungo's."
"I don't-"
"That's not a request, Potter. Go there now and I'll be sending Junior Auror Malfoy right along."
"But-" Harry started.
"No buts, Malfoy called in with the same symptoms and I'm not taking any chances," and without another word he ended their connection.
With a sigh and one more longing look at his bed, Harry headed to St. Mungos.
(Read more below the cut)
They ended up putting Malfoy in the same room as him since they were there at the Ministry's behest and with the same symptoms. Harry tried not to look at him, imagining that getting irritated would only worsen his ever growing headache. Malfoy must have felt the same because he was less annoying that usual.
Healer Kenner, a stern looking woman who reminded Harry very much of Professor McGonagall, ran diagnostic test after diagnostic test and then finally said, "Well, you're bonded."
"What?" Harry yelped.
Malfoy groaned, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Language, Auror Malfoy," she tsked.
"Apologies."
With a short nod, she continued, "The good news is that most of your discomfort can be alleviate by simple physical contact."
"And the bad news?" Harry asked wryly.
"There's nothing we can do to break the bond."
"What?" Malfoy spat.
"Surely, there's something-" Harry started.
She shook her head, "I'm afraid not. But it's not permanent," Healer Kenner added. "It'll only last a month."
"A month?!" Harry asked incredulously.
"Well it's certainly better than forever," Malfoy snarked, rubbing his hands over his face.
Harry wondered if Malfoy's head hurt as much as his did. He certainly hoped so.
But before he could say anything, Healer Kenner raised her wand and cast a spell the dragged their beds across the floor to the other. "Hold hands," she instructed.
He crossed his arms over his chest and Malfoy let out a pitiful groan.
"The sooner you do it, the sooner you'll start to feel better," she chided. "Just be glad that this particular bond only wants prolonged physical contact."
Harry shuddered, he'd heard the stories about some of the more archaic bonds.
"Oh, for Circe's sake," Malfoy grumbled as he reached across the space between them and clasped Harry's forearm in his hand.
A sense of relief hit immediately, Harry groaned as a weight lifted off his chest and the headache started receding.
"It will be faster if you both actively participate."
At this point, as the waves of relief were rolling through him, Harry was willing to do anything. He flipped over his hand, offering it to Malfoy.
The other man slid his hand down Harry's arm, as though he was afraid to break contact with him, and clasped Harry's hand in his.
She was right, his world seemed to right itself as they sat there holding hands and he let his head drop back against the bed as he took full, deep breaths for what felt like the first time in ages.
"How long do we have before it starts to feel like that again?" Malfoy asked, which Harry could admit was a good question.
She hummed, "I'd say two hours maximum before the discomfort starts affecting the way you function." After a short pause, Healer Kenner added, "You're going to probably want to spend nights together."
"Can't we just see each other in the morning?" Malfoy asked.
And Harry couldn't help but agree, "This wasn't that bad," he added. "And now that we know-"
She shook her head, "Now that your bodies are acknowledging the bond, the effects will set in quicker."
"Great," Harry grumbled. "Just bloody fantastic."
This day just kept going from bad to worse. He had no idea how he was going to tell everyone that he had an accidental bonding with Draco sodding Malfoy.
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They argued about whose house to stay in overnight and finally decided to flip a coin for it. Draco won.
And that was how Harry found himself standing with a duffel bag outside of a surprisingly cute little house, knocking and waiting to be let in.
"Potter," Malfoy greeted as he opened the door to let him in.
And Harry wondered if he was feeling the bond tugging at his skin, too, if the bond was making his gut clench and making him feel irritable and like there was something crawling under his skin. "Can I-?" he started through gritted teeth, reaching a hand toward Malfoy but stopping a few inches away.
Malfoy nodded and closed the distance between them.
The moment he touched the other man his body sagged with relief, swaying back against the doorway.
After a moment, Malfoy released his hand and gestured toward the rest of his house, "Come in," he said. "It's nothing fancy," Malfoy said, "But it's home and it's not something that my family owned."
Harry wasn't quite sure what to make of that statement, so he just focused on looking around the house as Malfoy gave him the tour. Malfoy was right, it wasn't anything fancy but it was surprisingly cozy. It was nothing like Harry had expected; he'd imagined black leather and green decor, dark and broody. But the house was the opposite, the closest anything got to Slytherin green was the sea form green accents in the bathroom. "You have a nice house," Harry said.
"You needn't sound surprised," Malfoy said with a sniff, "I have excellent taste," he added as he opened the door to the bedroom.
The bedroom had pale blue walls and cream bedding, the dresser and wardrobe were both a dark wood that Harry couldn't identify. All in all, it was a nice room, very relaxing.
"You can use this drawer," Malfoy said, flicking his wand at the second drawer to open it, "And I cleared a space for you in the closet."
"Err, thanks," Harry said.
He rolled his eyes, "Don't mention it. I know it's hard for you to believe but I can actually be considerate when the mood strikes."
Before Harry could reply, Malfoy left the room, calling over his shoulder, "I'm making salmon and rice for dinner. If you don't like it you can make something for yourself."
This wasn't quite what he'd expected, Malfoy wasn't quite what he expected, he thought as he put his clothes away. Maybe Malfoy wasn't who Harry thought he was.
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Nope. Malfoy was precisely who Harry thought he was. The two of them had spent the entire night arguing about literally everything: about using coasters (when they were wizards and removing water stains was no big deal), about which clothes Harry should have hung or left folded, about the proper way to do the dishes, about their friends and the kind of people they were, and dozens of other things that made Harry want to tear his hair out.
They were still bickering when they went to bed because Malfoy had the nerve to critique the way Harry brushed his teeth and to demand that Harry wash his face before he get into bed.
"I'm not letting the oil in your skin damage my pillowcases!"
"My skin doesn't damage pillowcases," Harry snapped. "I have pillowcases too, you know, and none of them have oil stains."
"Potter wash your fucking face or I am covering your pillow with a paper bag," Malfoy threatened. "It's not a fucking hard request. It will take you literally two minutes."
"Fine!" Harry shouted, throwing his hands in the air and returning to the bathroom.
When he came out, Malfoy was already on the left side of the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, reading a book. "Was that so hard?" he drawled.
"Oh fuck off," Harry grumbled as took off his glasses and he threw himself down on the right side of the bed, punching a pillow for the sheer pleasure of punching something.
"You're such a bloody neanderthal," Malfoy grumbled without looking up at Harry.
"Shut up!" Harry finally erupted. "For Merlin's sake just shut up and I will, too."
Malfoy glanced over at him, looking unperturbed which honestly made Harry even more frustrated.
"It's going to take me ages to fall asleep because I'm so fucking irritated."
After a moment, Malfoy reached over and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "It's the bond," he said quietly. "We're not touching often enough and it's making us lash out."
"I don't think we need any help in that department," Harry grumbled but he could admit that he was feeling better already.
Malfoy chuckled, "You're right about that, I suppose."
He shook his head and reached up to cover Malfoy's hand with his own and expedite the process. "This does help though," he said with a yawn.
The other man hummed, "I think we should agree now that whenever either of us wakes up over night that we'll reach out and touch the other so we can get as much sleep as possible."
Through a yawn Harry murmured, "Sounds reasonable." He closed his eyes, surprised at how tired he was feeling all of the sudden. "Merlin, I'm knackered."
"Do you mind if I leave the light on to read for a while?" Malfoy asked.
He opened one eye to look at Malfoy's blurry face, "That's nice of you to ask," he said. "I don't mind."
"Are you certain?"
He nodded. "Night."
"Good night," Malfoy replied, going back to his book but leaving his hand on Harry's shoulder.
Harry drifted off, asleep in minutes.
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When Harry woke up again, the sun was peaking in through the curtains and he felt fantastic. He blinked open his eyes and realized that at some point during the night he and Malfoy had shifted, drifting until Harry's front was pressed tight against Malfoy's back, his body curled around the other man's.
He really ought to move.
But he was just so comfortable and his body was warm and loose and he just couldn't bring himself to move away.
It wasn't long before Malfoy started to shift, waking up slowly and Harry panicked. He did the only thing that he could think of and feigned sleep.
Malfoy arched and stretched, pressing his body back against Harry's for a long, delicious moment before he jumped, seeming to realize what he was doing. Then he held very still like he was waiting for something and Harry wondered if he was waiting for him to say something. When Harry didn't move and continued pretending to sleep Malfoy carefully withdrew himself and climbed out of bed to head to the loo.
Harry laid there for a long moment, missing the warmth of the other man's body, missing the way they'd seemed to fit together already.
Just the bond, he assured himself. This was all just the bond.
Right?
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Ahhh friends, I'm sorry. I hate to leave you like this but this one's going to need a part two. This girl is exhausted and this fic(let) is taking way longer than anticipated to write. I'll get part two written and posted tomorrow. <3 Lots of love, C
Part 2
Day 124: Joke | Day 126: Arranged Marriage
#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days#Accidental Bonding Part 1#sorry friends#I'll get the second part up tomorrow#drarry#aurors#auror harry#auror draco malfoy#enemies to friends#friends to lovers#check back for part 2 tomorrow
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