#im finally recovering from the flu

[zer0-ner0]

Just the captain in close proximity to his particular friend

[fanaticsnail]

Oh snail, i know you already have a long list of WIPs (i can't wait to read them) and your Inbox is probably already full with requests, so i understand if its not in the cards right now.

I was just wondering what the kid-pirates would do, or how they would react if ther precious doc-reader is the one that was injured badly or was very sick. Especialy how Killer would react after that romantic tention between them (i need more of that 😩). I don't have a particular song in mind, because the seires already has a vibe to it, hope thats okay.

I wish you a wonderful day/night/evening! 💕Sooo looking forward to your next work, whatever it may be 🐢

I love you for this prompt, @daydreamer-in-training. Thank you!

Sit your ass down, would ya, Doc?

Hey Doc Masterlist here

Word Count: 2,000+

Synopsis: You've taken care of your crew and nursed them back to health from their flus... but now it's your turn. The Kid-Pirates do their best to take care of the worlds worst patient, their doctor: you.

Themes: platonic!kid-pirates, eustass kid x gn!reader, swearing, illness, comforting, taking medication, kid is a bit of a dom, doc is a bit of a bra, you're the kid-pirate doctor: the crew calls you 'doc'.

Notes: I am currently struggling with the flu myself, and this was simply too cute to not write about. Thank you for your ask, it's been fun to write about!

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23 @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @nerium-lil

“Hey, Doc? Did we need any more petroleum jelly from the-...?” the fire breather called beside you, hating when you turned to face him, “...-Shit, Doc. You look like absolute balls today.” 

Rolling your swollen, glassy and red eyes at him, you draw another tissue from your counter and sneeze into it. The silky tissue felt like sandpaper over your leaky nose, the skin splitting surrounding your nostrils and leaving small stains of red on the pale paper.

“Always so full of compliments and kindness, Heat,” you huff out, your voice sounding hoarse and cracking along with every word. Heat cringed, recoiling away from you with eyes narrowed in sympathy. You attempt to breathe through your blocked nose, no air passing through the dual nostrils.

Treating the crew for the past two weeks, and nursing them to health in recovering from the flu, had finally caught up with you. You felt both cold and hot at the same time, your skin both dry and sticky with sweat. Mind swelling and cracking behind the tense throbbing throughout your brain caused a dull ache ringing in your ears and fogging your mind.

“I-... I’m just saying, Doc,” he reiterated in defense of himself, “You don’t look too good. Maybe you ought to sit out from the in-land trip to restock. Stay home on the Victoria Punk?” Heat suggested with a soft smile and a subtle shrug.

“What?” you grunted out a cough, “And leave you lot to restock my clinic for me? Not fucking like-...” coughing into another tissue, your glassy eyes pricked at the corners and began to spill out and down your cheeks, “...-likely.” 

Heat’s smile fled from his face, his lip downturning in sympathy. He shook his head and extended his hand out to you, gesturing you to follow him out through the door towards the deck. You attempt to sniff back another intake of air to reopen your nose to no avail. Following on, you trudge somberly towards the top deck where the crew were all waiting to step foot onto the pier. 

Without drawing attention to yourself, your eyes squinted lazily to compensate for the pain the sun caused your mind. With each achy step, you attempted to bite back the ache your body was going through. Barely aware of your surroundings, you gesture in the medicinal remedy booths at town square for herbs, ointments and aromatic fragrances. 

As you reached into your pocket to pull out your small folder of Berry, a large right forearm reached over your shoulder and paid the vendor before you could. Rolling your eyes, you turn to look at the scowling grimace of your captain, Eustass Kid, baring his rage down at you. Attempting to roll your eyes at him again, you clenched them tightly shut instead as the world became far too bright to process.

“Captain,” you acknowledge him with a clumsy nod, fighting the urge to not to fall over with the vertigo overcoming you. He growled at you immediately, gesturing to Wire beside him to gather the supplies and walk back to the ship. 

“You’re a real fuckin’ idiot, aren’t ya, Doc?” he spat, scolding you with his heavy growl. You laughed at him, shaking your swirling head and beginning to walk beside him. Your overexertion and sleep deprivation caught up with you as you tripped over an uneven divot in the rocky path.

“I'm not into degradation, Cap,” you respond in a half-joking hum, your eyes feeling heavy and weighted, “Not my kink. Might be yours, though, considering the amount of times I yell at you to hold you accountable.” That comment earnt you another low growl from your captain, his face turning a few shades darker than his hair. 

He turned to face you at his side, his lips curling as if to speak. As he opened his lips, he was lost for words as you fell into him, bracing yourself against him to steady your walk. He caught you in his right arm, bringing his face down towards you and brows knitting with concern. Turning towards Wire, he cocked his chin to the side to usher him on towards the ship. 

With no further warning, Kid dipped at the knees and hoisted you up into his chest beneath your thighs. He curled his bicep and hooked your head beneath his chin and cradled you firmly into him. Under usual circumstances, you would’ve fought this tooth and nail.

You do not enjoy being manhandled by the crew, especially by your captain. While you enjoy the embrace once in a while with your more sensitive crewmates, particularly Bubblegum, the Captain has only ever been this close to you when he’s sparring with you.

“C’mon Doc, I'll get you seen to,” he grunted down at your position curled into his chest, “I’ve-... And the-...” his words trailed off, the fever raising your temperature higher and prompting you to seek out sleep against his pectoral. 

Voices and words fade in and out of your ears, a slow drawl and murmurs of several of your crewmates swelling around your assumed resting spot for the day. The room wasn’t physically moving, even though your vertigo suggested it was. 

“When was the last time Doc’s had a day off?” you recognised the feminine voice of Quincy in the room beside you. Several grunts and incessant babbling reverberated around the room, prompting you to flutter your eyelashes open and push through the pain. 

“Doc!” you cringed as a body almost flew into your bed, sitting on the plush sheets beside you, “You’re awake! I’m so happy to see you’re up!” You wince, slowly waving Bubblegum away, swatting at his zig-zagged head.

“Off, off,” you shooed him, wincing as you shrugged your duvet off your thighs and swung your legs over the side of the bed. As you began to wobble to your feet, the booming voice of your captain called over the chatter of the room,

“Sit your ass down, would ya, Doc?” he growled, striding over in intentional steps and giving you a shove from his right hand in the middle of your chest, “The medics here said you need a week in bed to rest. Sit down.” You growled at him, doing your best to gather the strength to growl at him. 

“If I’ve been prescribed ‘rest’,” you began, gesturing to the crewmates surrounding your current room, “Why the fuck are you all here?” Several sheepish mutters surround the room, a few members pinching the scruffs of their necks, a few more wringing their hands in front of their waists. 

Your captain clapped his hand on your shoulder, pushing you to lay back down and wrangling you into your bedsheets. Refusing to go down without a fight this time, you wriggled in his grip and fought both the fever and the strong arm of your captain. 

“For fucks sake, Doc!” Kid yelled at you, pushing and shoving you down into the very comfortable and unfamiliar bed in front of the crew. “Just lay down and rest, damn it! Go back to sleep.” You wriggled harder. 

“No!” you yelled defiantly, kicking off the duvet and fighting each and every time your captain attempted to shove you into your bed. Kid looked around to the crew, angled his chin sharply to wordlessly order them to leave the room. As they left, Kid turned back towards you and crawled up onto the bed. 

“You are more of a pain in the ass than that fucking bullet to the buttcheek,” he growled, climbing over you and baring down his weight onto your smaller frame. Straddling your thighs, he placed his knees on your open palms and successfully pinned you beneath him. He pressed his forearm over your chest and gave you a firm shove to force you to lay down. You had no choice but to thump your head back into the plush pillow behind your head. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you clench your jaw and growl behind your lips. The rumble in your throat hurt the raw swell in your jugular, but you pushed past it to air your frustrations at him regardless. The chuckle from your captain above you only served to propel your anger to rise higher. 

“Yeah, yeah. Growl and groan all you want,” he scoffed at you, pinning your chest with his bicep while reaching his hand between you and gathering the blankets in his fist. Slowly raising it up, he continued his place straddling your thighs until he thought you would no longer fight him. 

“Why are you doing this, Captain?” you snarl at him, finally opening your eyes to gaze up into his eyes. He smirked at you in response, pressing his palm to your forehead and clicking his tongue at the temperature. 

“Because,” he leaned over to the bedside, taking two small spherical tablets into his hand, “We love you, Doc.” He leaned back over you, gesturing with his chin for you to part your lips. You take a moment to snarl at him before complying, parting your lips and allowing him to place the bitter tablets on your tongue. 

He leaned back over to the bedside, finding a glass of water and bringing it down to your lips. Tilting the glass slowly as it brushed with your bottom lip, he carefully fed you a sip of water to take the pills with. Placing the glass back over on the table, he drew his attention to the small amount of water seeping from the corner of your lip.

“Now, be a good Doctor and get loved on, idiot,” he softly huffed, his voice low and husky as he leaned forward. He used the pad of his thumb to gently collect the spill of water from the corner of your lips. Your eyes never ceased its glare up at him. He grinned tauntingly down at you, arching his brow and ensuring you swallowed the tablets. 

“Get off, Captain,” you growled at him, bucking your hips up in an attempt to remove him from your body. He cackled his rumbled laugh down at you in response, shaking his head. 

“You gonna get up again if I do?” he asked, leaning down and caressing your cheek in a gentle stroke. His eyes held nothing but mischievous mockery, but his hand felt like it was gently coaxing you to comply with what he asked. 

“No, I’ll behave,” you snarled at him. His laugh was genuine this time, low and gentle. Slowly backing off you, he slid off your body before adjusting the sheets and smoothing them over. 

“Good,” he nodded, beginning to leave the room by the door off to the side of the room. Halting at the door, he fought with himself for a moment before looking at you over his shoulder and uttering, “I’ll-… I’ll get Kil to check on you in a few hours. Get some rest, okay?”

What he said next was something you weren’t expecting to come from his lips. In all the time you served with him, he only ever called you ‘Doc’, or ‘Doctor.’ You were your title, and you appreciated that about the crew. You were Doc, only ever Doc. But what he said changed all that.

After he uttered the word “okay,” it was immediately followed by your name. Waiting a few moments, you responded in a cadence just above a whisper. 

“I’ll be right where you left me, Kid,” you replied with a soft smile back at him. He closed his eyes, offering you a reflection of your smile in return before it grew back into its usual mischievous face. 

“Good,” he again offered you, scrunching his nose up at you and looking up through his red eyelashes at you, “Otherwise I would’ve gotten your doting daddy to come coddle his whiny baby.” Your eyes went wide, your jaw clenching and your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. 

Eustass Kid just laughed in response, exiting the room and giving you both the time and space you needed to recover. Your recovery was not only the flu, but of the second hand embarrassment that Killer must’ve relayed to Kid what he’d said to you in the consultation room. Either that, or you left the shell of your Den-Den accidentally activated from when you spoke with your captain earlier in the day.

Either way, you pouted as you did as you were told and huffed back into your bed and went to sleep: the paracetamol activating and stilling your swelling head and masking the undertones of pain in your body.

[howler-moon]

Caitlyn Arcan.......

I'm currently dying of the flu all that's keeping me alive is thinking about arcane because my head hurts if I look at bright colours for too long or listen to anything with more than three syllables. (Update after writing I genuinely don't understand my original point for writing this im so out of it but its too much to not post now so i think i just wanted to info dump about caitlyn because i NEED ACT THREE I NEED IT NOW PLEASE PLEASE PLEAE PLEAS)

Anyway I do believe some people are missing that its not just Cassandra's death that is motivating Caitlyn to make the worst possible decisions known to man, although it is the thing that tips the scale for her. All this started way back in S1 E4 when Jinx went to steal the Hextech research. While Caitlyn was on duty she blew up a building as a distraction, killing 6 of her colleagues and almost herself according to Jayce. This incident alone already seemed to shake her up as she spent the majority of her time recovering absolutely obsessing over the case and who the culprit is (Vi herself says "and I thought Power could get obsessed" upon seeing her research she was LOCKED IN). Branching off from this, this incident also almost cost Caitlyn her job, something she has fought tooth and nail for against her mother's wishes and barely gets any respect in the field despite being like the only Enforcer who was good or even cared about her job (RIP Grayson). Say what you will about the Enforcers whether you don't care or despise what they stand for but you can't deny how important that job is to Caitlyn. Its her main source of independence ("she'd do anything to keep me from seeing the real world") and being forced to work behind a desk because of Jinx's attack would absolutely destroy her.

Skipping ahead to episode 9 we all know about the shower scene.......That shit is mad scary like hello?? It's like a direct parallel to the attack where she first met her as well. The smoke/steam clears and Caitlyn just looks up in dread to see Jinx's art sprawled across the wall. Except this time, instead of being some unfamiliar symbol out in the open, she knows what it means. She knows who it belongs to and that person is inside her home. In her bathroom no less, while she was brooding in the shower lmao. She genuinely could not be any more vulnerable in this situation and now she has been kidnapped and brought to some Mad Hatter esque tea party in some dingy run down factory in the middle of no where with the Silco and Vi causally tied up beside her. She's absolutely terrified too she flinches and begs Vi to the best of her ability not to shoot her, only for Jinx to go and threaten to do it instead. Keep in mind Caitlyn probably has no idea why Jinx wants her dead. Like she might have some idea but not to the level that the audience does simply because she is not informed by the humble dramatic irony. When she finally does break free Jinx ever so causally beats the shit out of her in the blink of an eye and of course to top it off once she wakes up again she's watching a nuke fly straight to her mother's exact location.

I don't think I need to explain why her mother dying would upset her. That was a massive blow (wayheyhey), and dramatically worsens the obsession we saw in S1. But the memorial.........guys think of the memorial........... Now let it be known to the court that this part was Ambessa's doing. Ambessa was the one who organised the attack on the memorial, but Cait doesn't know that. She wouldn't have taken Ambessa's offer if she did. To Caitlyn this is another thing Jinx has done, another attack directly on her for no reason other than to be cruel. To rub it in her face. Gassing the streets and engaging in police brutality is NOT the way to go trust me I was just as appalled as everyone at the start of S2 E3 like genuinely hand over my mouth saying "thats a war crime" to the screen over and over like she would hear me, but it did not come out of nowhere for no reason (whether good or bad). Caitlyn voices her frustration of "why is peace always the justification for violence" but she probably believes violence is a justification for violence considering her reactions to the memorial and Warwick's attack on Stillwater. She's not one to lead with violence but she will follow with it if properly provoked, and my god have people been provoking her. The time she shot Sevika, her initial hostility when captured by the Firelight's, up until The Grey, Cait has only responded violently when someone acted violently towards her/Vi. She only starts acting out first after the memorial but she still believes it's in response to what Jinx has done to her, even when it's people who have nothing to do with her. I think Ambessa further trains this response into her with their little spars as seen in S2 E6. When Huck jumpscares Caitlyn in S1 E6, she does pull her gun out on him yeah I'll give you that, but she doesn't do anything to him. It's more of a warning or means to defend herself as Vi is bleeding out on the floor behind her in this dingy little hole full of Shimmer addicts and she does talk it out with him. Whereas as season later in S2 E6, as soon as she sees Vi she does not hesitate she goes STRAIGHT for the kill, jumps down and fucking body slams her before even realizing who she was.

Anyway yeah I'm becoming ill again my point is, like every character in the show everything Cait has done has been building up since day one. It's not good that shes doing anything to get revenge but when you look at it from her perspective its like damn girl what did she do. Yes she's in a privileged position yes she works for the police but she's still human dawg how would you react to the situations she has been in. Mel is literally feeding into government corruption yall didn't care when she told Jayce to lay off with the Hex gate restrictions to keep the rich people happy and yall still love her (I love her too).

The parallels between Jinx and Cait go absolutely crazy they're both the same and on opposite sides of the spectrum at the same time. I understand why people prefer her more so than Cait, she's more of the underdog we've known her since she was a child and the majority of the things that happened to her happened when she was very young which makes it more tragic I am not denying that she is as relatable as a terrorist can get I love Jinx<333 Jinx my pookie Jinx my beloved <333 But I also love Caitlyn because she's silly and a girlfailure. My point is that I find it so weird that the Arcane fandom can hate a character for doing something bad and refuse to see their side of things when literally every character has done something bad if not worse and their side they have no trouble seeing/accepting. Except Ekko, Ekko genuinely has done nothing wrong in his life I've never met an Ekko hater in my life and if they exist I don't believe you.

If you're wondering what my opinion is on Jayce its that I appreciate what he adds to the story but I would hate to have a conversation with him. Not because I hate him but because I'm on my period right now and he would act like it's a cancer diagnosis

please dont hurnt me

[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter- Chapter 14

A/N: UGHHHHHH long wait again, im sorry!! just been so busy. I hope to get to publishing faster soon. this one is half assed. im not proud of it at all :( Enjoy chapter 14 yalls!!!

Taglist: @abbiesxox @n30n-j3lly @weird-katthing @kayoyamamegame @kroowonderemporium @astro-ghoul99

Word count: 800

Ghost pov:

Somehow, even deep inside the woods, covered in mud and grime, exhausted and sweaty, Y/N is still the most beautiful woman i've ever seen. Her face when she gets frustrated when we make a wrong turn is so adorable, I think i'm smitten.

There's no denying it at this point, i'm way too far down the rabbit hole.

I've recovered now after being sick last week. Y/N sure helped a lot. I think it was her presence that seemed to magically cure me. I can't stop picturing the hour we spent together, us talking, her taking care of me. It was just so domestic, so far from the violence and horror of the military. I've never pictured myself involved in anything besides the SAS, let alone romance.

Fucking hell, this girl has me wrapped around her finger.

And she doesn't even know it.

Because i'm a cold, composed soldier.

Romance and feelings have no place in my heart.

Well... maybe just for Y/N they do.

My thoughts are shaken by Price giving orders.

"A pilot just radioed, there's enemy choppers on his radar, it's not safe for us all to stick together. Gaz, Ghost, and I will walk east. Soap and Y/N to the north. Keep your eyes peeled for combatants in the area. Remember the goal, find the store of hidden weapons."

A chorus of 'copies' and 'affirmatives' ring through the air. Everyone is calm, but I feel distressed.

Y/N and I are in opposite groups.

How will I protect her?

What if something happens to her?

She'll be with Soap... she should be fine, right?

She'll be with soap.

Alone. Just him and her. In the woods. On a mission.

Jealousy corrupts my mind.

She's not into him... is she?

I take a breath, thankful once again for the mask to hide my pissed expression as our groups spread apart. I resist taking one last glance at Y/N as she walks in the other direction with Soap. I still have to maintain my reserved image. No one can know about this little... crush.

The word makes me feel the need to wash my mouth out.

Crush

It just sounds so unlike me, so soft and boyish. I am a soldier, a big, tough killing machine.

"What's on your mind, Ghost?" Gaz quizzes.

"Ah...um...nothing," I lie.

"Bullshit, you took a day off last week for the first time EVER, and you've been way quieter than normal ever since."

"M' just recovering, bad flu I guess" I say sheepishly.

Gaz sighs. "The Simon Riley I know doesn't take time for recovery, unless hes been SHOT" Gaz rebuttles.

I stay silent.

"I think you've got Y/N on the brain," Gaz says quieter, so the captain wouldn't here us discussing my crush on his daughter.

"What the hell Gaz, that's ludicrous," I try to defend myself.

Gaz continues to talk about my supposed crush on Y/N, I do all I can to deny it, until finally, I give in.

"Okay! Okay! yeah, fine. I'm interested in her." I say quiet enough to not capture the attention of Price, who walks ahead, blissfully unaware of the fact that we are discussing his myself as a possible love interest for his daughter.

Gaz smirks "We all know, by the way."

"Everyone!? even price?"

"Oh hell no, not price. He'd skin you alive."

"I don't blame him, i'm older than Y/N, I look kinda... edgy. I'm not the guy you want around your daughter."

"Hey, maybe he'll come around. He knows you already, you're a protector, a provider. I think that's exactly the kind of guy you want your daughter to date," Gaz tries to reassure me.

"Eh... maybe your right"

"You've just got to ask her out first."

Fuck.

I forgot about that.

*TIMESKIP*

Hours later, we continue to trudge through the woods. Our radios begin to crackle.

Soap's voice comes through the communication device.

"Weapons secured. Send your coordinates, we've radioed for an exfil."

The three of us sigh in relief.

"Alright, were out of here boys." Price says with a smile.

The helicopter touches down in the distance, we jog over to it and hop into the cab. As I hop inside, Y/N offers me a kind smile and moves to sit next to me. I feel my face heat up, thankfully covered by my mask. Soap wiggles his eyebrows at me and gestures towards Y/N while making kissy faces.

Ugh.

but then I look over at her, taking in her (hair color) hair as she gazes at the woods below us. It looks so soft and silky, well maintained and clean. A rarity in the military.

Fucking hell, i've fallen hard.

[tomatoo1]

don’t worry guys he’s fine he’s not fine

I have been dead for awhile thanks to getting sick at the worst week ever when I had 2 exams and a regents dear lord and then when im finally getting better my blood pressure suddenly drops and I have a fever after just recovering from the flu

what in the actual living fuck did I do to get jumped by this 😭

[pbaz7]

Hiiii pretty girl, I’m fully recovered from the flu!!! IM FINALLY FREE!! How are you?! I hope you’re doing well my love. I’m currently watching the game rn…. And uhhhh yk it’s getting there 😭😭. But this is the first time I’ve been fully on my phone in a good week and a half. I had to come check up on you again. I’m so sorry for disappearing!! It’s always one thing after the other I swearrrrrrr 😬😬 but how’s life treating you? I wanna know details I feel like people rarely ask you that and you never tell me anything but the fact that you’re okay. I want more infoooo xoxo 💋

-❄️

Funny that you ask this tonight because i actually feel awful in every way possible 🫶🏼

i’m happy you’re finally feeling better lovely and honestly taking a break from your phone is always good so i’m happy for you. no need to apologize at all sweet girl <3

[rohan-his-lordships-successor]

ROHANNNNNNN

IM BACK BBG IM SORRY IVE NOT TALKED TO U IN AGESSSSSS

HRU SHNOOKUMS

-🍪

I’m well, recovering(finally) from a flu that had me absolutely wiped out

[theoceantot]

Chapter 1

Cold

Thats how this small room always was. He didn't seem to care though he never cared how rancid the room smelled the bastard just took one smell in disgust and slammed the door behind him getting one of his employees to deep clean it so he could go in to torture the poor girl some more. 5 years ago Perse thought life was as worse as it could get. Being a runaway orphan from an abusive orphanage who constantly abused and ridiculed her for having autism. It wasn't even just the other kids that bullied her it was the staff too. Even going as far as too purposely slam doors and make her eat foods that made her sick. Especially Tomatoes. Perse couldn't stand them the texture the flavor EVERYTHING. Living on the streets seemed better. At least she stood a chance getting away from the abuse of she had places to run and wouldn't have to eat tomatoes and get constantly sick all the time. Things would be better. Thats what she thought anyway.

3 months after her escape she got really sick with the flu where she couldn't even move from the dirty alleyway she lived in. When Perse thought all hope was lost a tall man in a lab coat approached her offering her food and shelter a place she could recover from her illness. Nobody has ever been this kind to her in her life she had no idea of the sick and twisted intentions he had for her. At first he was kind. Of course thats how it almost always is with most abusers. Staying up late with her while she recovered and making her soup. Things were going well. Perse finally thought someone cared and loved about her. But it all changed when she fully recovered. She could remember laying on the floor coloring in a color book. Never being able to color growing up since the other kids would steal the crayons and rip up her colorings before she hardly even started.

The page she was coloring was almost done finally she'd have the satisfication and happiness of finally being able to finish a coloring even if it was done sloppily out of the lines. The sharp pain in her neck made the pink crayon drop from her hand. Looking up in horror she saw the man who saved her from the streets holding the needle in her neck. His eyes no longer held the care and compassion they did when he took care of her they now were stone cold like he wouldn't even care if he sliced her neck open. Perse awoke in a dirty room in what she guessed was the basement of his house. There was a dirty mattress in the left corner of the room and a foul smelling toilet on the right side.

"I almost forgot how foul it smelled in here"

He unlocked the door to her cell and roughly pulled her out and strapped her down to a table. Perse watched as he pulled out his phone and started talking to a man on the phone.

"Iv'e got the perfect test subject ready be here as soon as possible"

Perse couldn't help but start crying loudly. Which was met with a hard slap to the face.

"Lets make this clear. While you're here you shut your damn mouth. Don't scream, don't cry, don't make a damn sound or it will be so much more worse than you. Do you understand?" Perse nods while trying not to cry anymore.

She was 13 when this all started. Now she was 18 and has lost all hope. They injected her with so many different things shes lost count some made her have seizures while others caused her body to be in excruciating pain. Today she had enough of staying quiet she had to ask what shes been wondering all this time. Perse layed in the bed in her cell while the mad man was cleaning up his station mostly consisting of syringes and cleaning up the blood on the table you were always strapped too.

"W-why are you doing this to me" Perse said while shaking.

"Didn't I tell you never to say a word? But i suppose I can tell you since you've been such a good girl all these years"

He kneeled down in front of the cell.

"Im sure you know who batman is. Everyone whose anyone knows who that bastard is. The problem is that nobody has been able to take him down. But YOU my dear will. We're gonna give you so much power that you'll be able to walk the streets in his blood and Gotham will be ours for the taking! And if you even try to disobey we'll let the other villians have their fun with you"

So thats why they were doing this? Making her a weapon. It all made sense now. All the things they were injecting her with were supposed to make her stronger but it was just destroying her slowly.

"Get some rest darling you have a busy day tomorrow"

How right he was

The next day she was strapped down. The mad man and another scientist were in the room. He held a blue liquid in a syringe and injected it into her arm. Perse could'nt hold back her scream. Her eyes turned a light blue.

A cup full of water on the table levitated and shot through one of the assistants in the throat. Clutching his throat before he fell to the floor dead slipping on his own blood falling onto the mad man.

"THIS WASN'T APART OF THE PL-"

Water covered his head starting to drown him. He tried tearing the water bubble off but it was no use. He suffocated to death. Perse pulled on the metal cuffs with all of her strength and managed to pull them off. She quickly ran to the exit of the basement running into the door and breaking it. Whatever they injected her with caused her to have super strength and the ability to control water. She didn't believe this was enough to take down batman not in the slightest.

But now she didn't have to try to kill him. Perse was free and the only thing she can think to do is run. But in arkham city nowhere is safe. Right when she got out in the open streets Jokers gang surrounded her.

"Look what we have here. A cute little thing. Must be our lucky day"

"Wait why are her eyes turning blue? OH SHIT RUN!"

The men ran away as the water started surrounding her. She sent out water strikes to the men knocking the men into buildings. Some weren't as lucky and were sliced in half by how sharp the water was. Their guts scattered the streets leaving a horrified Perse.

'WHATS HAPPENING WHAT DO I DO'

Before she could run again someone kicked her in the back sending her flying. Perse let out a painful cry and looked up to see him. The Batman. As he held out a batarang getting closer to Perse her mind regressed. Really young. Confused of everything that was happening. Her mind, situation, and batman approaching her she did something she hasn't done in years. Cry.

"NO HURT IM SORRY DIDN'T MEANS ITS"

A female voice then yelled at Batman telling him to stop. It was Oracle.

"Batman don't hurt her shes not in the right state of mind"

"What do you mean Oracle?"

"Shes a little Bruce. It means shes in a younger headspace. By the way shes talking i'd say shes about two right now. I know she killed those people but I don't think she had any evil intent. Please trust me"

Batman had his doubts but he trusted in Barbra. He took off his belt and slowly walked towards her. Perse knew his belt had all of his weapons from what she saw on tv and how he took out the batarang from his belt.

"You're safe now im not gonna hurt you" Batman calmly said and kneeled down next to her. Perse didn't know why but he trusted him. All she wanted was protection someone who would love her unconditionally. And she felt that in him. She wasn't scared anymore but she still cried as she hugged him tight. Batman embraced her trying not to hug her too tight in case of frightening her.

"C-cold"

Perse started shivering in his hold. It made sense how she was so cold. it was almost winter and she was wearing this ripped up nightgown.

Batman took off his cape and wrapped her in it.

"Is that better?"

Perse nodded and hugged the cape tighter.

She was finally safe

[schizochasm]

Hey.

I know I've been inactive.

So here's the run down.

(TW; recovery(?) warning long post)

I'm now eating once every day.

On Saturday (my shopping day) im making it twice/ day.

Im currently in recovery.

That's why I haven't been here.

As it might make me go back.

I still have a cold/ the flu. So I can't work out yet.

Once I get better from it I'll work out.

I have a whole plan set.

Muscle building mon, wed, and Friday.

Cardio Tue, Thursday.

5k steps/ day.

Saturday is my cheat day/ rest day.

Only steps that day.

Cheat within reason.

I won't be counting kc4ls as that'll trigger me.

I'm done losing w3ight.

It's about getting fit now.

So once I'm over this flu I'll work out and get the body I want.

I'm also Very bloated. Chronically.

So I hope eating and some probiotics will fix that.

Other than my bloated stomach I'm fine with how I look now.

It's partially due to staff and my friend being worried too.

I'd love to hit ~the number~ but I guess I won't.

I know I'm sk1nny.

I just need to get toned. And less bloated.

I'll be pretty inactive due to this space making me want to continue f4sting/ losing w3ight.

I will update sometimes.

I'll still be here.

I care about my mutuals.

But I'll be less active overall.

Once I start working out I'll post more again.

But beware that I'll go from f4sting and losing w3ight to working out and recovering.

I've decided not to post my wl journey.

As it will trigger me and let's be real...

Who is it helping?

It's just for my own validation.

Which I can let go of.

In the same vein I won't post my BC progress or f4sting records.

It won't help anyone, it'll just make y'all sicker.

I'm doing my last w3ight in tomorrow for my tracking app.

And maybe I'll do one every once in a while after.

But tomorrow is my final regular weigh in.

I'm done.

I'm sk1nny.

I have like no fat left to lose.

The rest is working out.

Which will be my new obsession.

So yeah...

It's a recovery/ work out blog now.

I won't unfollow anyone as my mutuals are my friends. And I care about y'all.

But yeah...

This blog bout to change.

I made it.

I did it.

I'm done.

Time to get the fit body I always wanted.

Thank you for reading this Huge post!

If you read it all you're one of my treasured mutuals.

And I love ya.

You're part of why I'm not unfollowing blogs.

Thank you for reading.

And thank you for being a relatable person in this lonely mess. 💕💕

[tyunn1ngz]

How are you doing? Are you alive?

HELLO IM ALIVE!!!!!!!!!! finally recovered from the flu and i just got pretty busy w starting naruto tbh like a cool guy would (read:loser) so im back im doing Alright thank u for asking i hope u r also well!!!!!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[herosplatling-replica]

hallucinations

zombie apocalypse au (Freya POV, 1119 words)

content warnings: descriptions of wounds and some first aid, visual and aural hallucinations

[ A/N: as it turns out........ im very easily swayed at the idea of writing drabbles for aus o(T▽To) this is just a short thing but i hope you enjoy! ]

“Phew… back in one or more pieces,” Freya mumbled as she locked the gate behind her.

She was definitely bleeding - but no one else was hurt, and she had gotten a good haul today. A nice mix of both food and medicine. That was good enough for her.

“Now to just get a shower to clean this blood off-”

“Freya…!!” 

Freya froze in her tracks as she felt a harsh pull on the back of her jacket, dragging her in the direction of the camp’s medbay. “J-jeez! Jeanne, it’s fine!” 

“No, it is not! You know you can still bleed out!” Jeanne huffed, stomping as she marched on. If Freya shut her eyes, she could just see her girlfriend’s face all red from anger. 

“Look, we can just-” “No! I’m taking you to Nex, and she’ll figure out what to do with you. I already told you that you need to stop taking bites for me!” 

She DID say that, Freya’s thoughts echoed to herself. You’ve been ignoring her this whole time. 

Well, it wasn’t like she was trying to ignore her on purpose or anything. Freya’s thought process in the heat of danger was to protect others, and that was amplified twofold once she found out about her immunity to the Cobalt Flu. She just couldn’t help it.

“S…sorry,” Freya mumbled out, letting herself get dragged as she pressed a hand to a bite wound on her forearm. The still-red blood seeped into her skin as she did so. “I just-” 

“Look, just… let me take care of you,” Jeanne said, the worst of the anger passed. “Please.”

Freya didn’t blame Jeanne for being angry. She was acting stupidly reckless, even though she’s been told by Jeanne Nex and Idunn to be more mindful of her surroundings while on supply runs. 

Either way, she felt guilty. She’s supposed to be helping them, not the other way around. It felt wrong for them to waste resources on her. 

Eventually Jeanne pushed Freya into a worn chair, in an empty room in the clinic. "Stay there. I mean it," she grumbled. Freya simply nodded in resignation, getting comfortable. 

Jeanne stepped out to get medical supplies, leaving Freya alone with her thoughts. What did that make this, the fifth time she took a bite for Jeanne? Her bloodwork had shown that the infection wasn't progressing at all, so it was fine for her to take these shots for the person she loved. 

But even still, it's not something that she wants. It's just… if she gets infected, what if I can't get her back? 

Freya hadn't admitted that she was afraid of that possibility. The idea that she could lose her girlfriend to the Cobalt Flu, knowing she had the solution in her bloodstream somewhere. What if the vaccines didn't work? What if some other side effect arose? The constant questions kept her up at night. 

The door clicked open and Jeanne finally returned, wearing nitrile gloves and a face mask. Freya couldn't help but relax at the sight, sinking back into the chair. 

"Alright… do you have more than one this time, or did you get lucky?" Jeanne said, setting down a first aid kit on a table. 

"Just the one," Freya mumbled, not wanting to admit she didn't need to intercept more because of how alert she became after the first bite. 

"Good, that's good." Jeanne knelt to examine Freya's forearm, a bottle of antibiotic ointment in her hand. "You've been applying pressure?"

"Since we got back." 

"Good. Hold this for me," Jeanne murmured, passing the bottle of ointment to Freya's uninjured hand. She rose to grab a bottle of water, uncapping it to pour it over the bite wound. 

The cold water was a welcome relief, and Freya shut her eyes. It was around the time that this usually happened that she would start to hallucinate. For some reason, her immunity made her very loopy while her body was recovering. 

"Is it happening again?" Jeanne asked gently, wiping over Freya's forearm with what felt like a soapy cloth. 

"I think so," Freya mumbled. "I can see that person again." 

She could see that person's face. Cold blue eyes, black sclera, long dark blue hair. Vela was almost observing her in the chair from afar.

"Vela, was it?" 

"Mhm." 

"Okay. Just hold still, sweetheart." 

Freya could feel the antibiotic ointment being spread along the bite wound. She nearly flinched, but focused on counting back from 30 in her head to try to keep her mind occupied.

"Almost done," Jeanne murmured, gently patting Freya's shoulder. "Just bandages now." 

"Okay," Freya managed to say, finding she wasn't able to tear her eyes away from the hallucination. 

Vela stood by her chair now, standing opposite of Jeanne. They tilted their head, almost intrigued by what they were seeing. 

"Still immune. Interesting. I wonder what happened with you?" Vela's voice warbled out, the sound rippling in Freya's ears. 

"Huh?" Freya mumbled, feeling her head spin. This part was normal, she reminded herself, it's part of the hallucination. 

"Are they speaking to you again?" Jeanne asked, wrapping gauze around Freya's forearm. Freya just nodded numbly, certain she looked like a fool. 

"You don't look like a fool. You just look sick. You need to stop doing this to yourself." Vela crossed their arms, leaning back. 

"They're saying I gotta stop doing this to myself," Freya said, not even sure if she was actually vocalizing it. However, given Jeanne's strained smile and the feeling of the bandages almost tightening uncomfortably, she figured she did say it out loud. 

"Why do I always see you anyway..?" Freya murmured, not even sure if the hallucination could answer. 

"Because I'm in your head." Vela smiled thinly, not elaborating further. "Rest up now. Your girlfriend will kill you otherwise." 

"Vela's saying I should sleep," Freya relayed, feeling tired. 

"You should. Do you want me to carry you to a hospital bed?" Jeanne asked, tying the bandage off. 

"Yes please." 

Jeanne chuckled under her breath, lifting Freya into a bridal carry with ease. Freya simply laid her head against her girlfriend's chest, feeling she was starting to doze off. 

Vela was following them. 

"D'you think Vela's, like… cool?" Freya mumbled, trying to keep her eyes open for a bit longer. 

"Maybe. It sounds like they just want you to take care of yourself." 

"That I do. You're fascinating to me." 

"They say I'm fascinating. You think so?" 

Jeanne laughed. "Yeah, that's why I'm dating you. I think you're very fascinating, Freya." 

Freya smiled at that, her eyes too heavy to keep open. "'m glad." 

"Sleep, sweetheart. I'll make sure you'll be fine, okay?" 

"Mmkay. Love you." 

"Love you too, darling." 

[arisherifeu]

Broken People Part VI (James Wilson fanfic)

Author’s notes: oh my god, finally it ends.. Im so happy with my craft. Yes it’s not my best honestly. I’ve written much more better fics than this but honestly, but it’s the start of something new. I really hoped you guys like it. Cause i kinda like it in my own way 🥹

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

Lynette was fast asleep after her surgery. It’s been several hours since she got out of it. Laying flat on the bed with bandages covering her eyes and head. James has been awake since he got the news. He has been beside Lynette the whole time. He was still thinking, finding an excuse or even a solution. Inside he was panicking, he doesn’t know Lynette well enough if she was able to take the news well. She’s currently recovering from being a drug addict and he knew he too wasn’t well enough to raise a child of his own. The cell hasn’t formed into an embryo just yet but again it wasn’t his body to make this decision. He’s merely a person she just met and slept with.

Foreman came by to check on her on her fluids and to see if it needs changing but in the midst of that, he eyed James. James was still in his own train of thoughts.

“Should I say congratulations or is it too early?” Foreman breaking the silence, smiling at James but James wasn’t saying anything and just sighed. Foreman now understood what that sigh meant.

“It’ll be fine, Wilson. Talk it over and don’t make a rash decision.” Foreman advised before stepping out of the room. James kept sighing and thinking. He stood up and walk over to Lynette and stroking her head. He grabbed ahold of her hand.

Then suddenly she gripped his hand almost making him jumped off his feet. He then went outside to fetch Foreman again. While he did, they went back into the room. “You’re awake, Lynette?” Foreman asked while trying to get the bandage off her eyes. “Yeah..feeling a bit groggy though.” She responded.

“It’s gonna be a bit bright for you.” Foreman advised while slowly taking off the bandages. Lynette squinted her eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable from the light in her eyes. Foreman then used his penlight and flashed it on Lynette’s eyes to see if they’re reactive or not.

“Eyes are okay..can you squeeze my hands?” He asked while holding out his hand, which Lynette did.

“Now, move your toes.” He demanded. Which Lynette passed as well.

“Right everything is okay so far, your surgery is a success. We managed to clear all the tumour from your brain. We will keep you here for more observation. Other than that you’re alright.” Foreman smiled.

Lynette smiled tiringly. “Thank you Foreman, I appreciate it.” She managed, Foreman nodded at James and her and stepped out.

Leaving the two alone.

“I had no idea how scary it was to be on that table like my life depended on it.” Lynette managed while squeezing James’s hand.

“You made it through it and thats’s all that matters.” James responded, looking at her adoringly.

Lynette scoot over to the side wanting James to lie down next to her, which James obeyed gladly. They’re all snuggled together comfortably. In the midst of this happy times, James was struck by melancholy as his memories with Amber surging back.

“I had a similar situation like this years back..” he began, feeling the courage to tell his story, looking at Lynette’s observant eyes.

“My girlfriend, her name was Amber. We met when she was still working here under House. After that, we dated in secret until House found out about us then everybody knows.” He chuckles. Lynette kept quiet and listen very attentively.

“House got drunk one night and he called requesting for me for me for a ride home but I was busy..so Amber went and fetched him from the bar he was in. They got on a bus..” he started to choke on his words, eyes getting watery.

“The bus got into an accident and I lost her, she suffered a lot of damage and her kidneys were failing. She was sick at the time and had eaten some flu pills that couldn’t be flushed out. It was too late to do anything else.” He started crying now, sobbing. Lynette still listen attentively, wiping the tears off his face. She puts her arm around James and let him melt into her.

The sound in the room suddenly deafened but only James’s cry was the only thing filling the room.

______________________________________

It was a week since Lynette was discharged from the hospital, she had been resting at home. James just got back from work and had an idea for a movie night. He went straight to the kitchen to make popcorn and some snacks. Lynette went through her CD basket, trying to find a movie that she hasn’t watched yet. She went through dozens other movies before finding the right one. She smiles looking at the actors of the movie as she plucked the cd out and play it on the DVD player.

Lynette tries to be comfortable even though she’s actually not. She felt different this morning when she woke up. She threw up once when James was at work and she tried to play it off like nothing.

“Why this movie again?” James asked, bringing over the popcorn and plopped down on the couch next to her.

“It’s Shakespearean and it’s got Emma Thompson.” Lynette lied. James eyed the CD case of Much Ado About Nothing movie and he saw the reason why Lynette wanted to watch it.

“Oh bullshit, you wanted to watch it cause of Keanu Reeves.” James said while tossing the cd case back on the table, feeling the jealousy . Lynette smiled and chuckled.

“Oh come on, he’s cute.” She managed and give him a kiss on the cheeks.

“I’m all yours, James. Nobody’s coming to sweep me off my feet.” She reassured him. James has a smug on his face when she said that. He felt proud that he can show her off to people because even he himself can’t believe he pulled an actual beauty.

They were ten minutes into the movie. Lynette has chug down a bunch of popcorns before suddenly, she felt like throwing up. She quickly got up and went to the toilet and vomited everything out. James hurried behind her whole holding her hair up.

“Oh my God.” She got up and close the lid of the toilet and flushed it. She quickly washes her mouth and face.

“I threw up this morning too..Do you think it’s back? Did the tumour regrow? I thought it was benign?!” She questioned looking at Wilson, feeling the anxiety creeping up.

“I don’t feel any migraine!” She panicked.

James hugged her. “No, no, you’re fine!”

James then pulled her back to the couch so she can sit down.

“Listen..there’s something I didn’t tell you.. I didn’t wanna tell you then because I wasn’t sure if you’re in good health at the time.” He began. Lynette was starting to get impatient because she was scared and she doesn’t like surprises but she still waited.

“You’re pregnant and you’re just getting the morning sickness and the nausea.” James said. Lynette eyed him for a couple of minutes. The silence prolonged into an awkward stance that James wasn’t too sure if Lynette was breathing. Lynette was still processing in her mind. She was thinking off the word ‘pregnant’ a bunch of times in her train of thoughts.

“Baby?” James questioned, stroking her arm. “You okay..?” He questioned again. “If you’re freaking out, don’t be. This baby is gonna be a beautiful baby, it’s ours and we’re gonna stick through this. For better or for worse.” James reassured her. To make matters worse, James went by his drawers and take out something from it. He went back to Lynette and get on his one knee and said the words.

“Lynette Halden, will you marry me?” He proposed while popping out a gorgeous small diamond ring that shines, reflecting from the living room lights.

Lynette just plopped down back onto the couch. Ignoring James and made it much more awkward. James was flustered from her lack of response.

“I’m pregnant, you dumbass.” Lynette began. She felt like she was backed into a corner.

“It genuinely felt like you’re baby trapping me and you want to make me your wife so I can’t escape you anymore.” She started to cry, because she’s taking so much big information after her recovery and she was slightly paranoid.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way.. I just thought that we should be stable with our official status to bring the baby into the world..” James explained feeling more flustered. Lynette was already crying, but she quickly leaned forward and put her arms around James, giving him the most tight hug he gets. “Yes, I will marry you!” She cried out and those words has taken a huge weight of James’s shoulders.

“Oh God you scared me a little, my heart was still racing. I’m sorry for the really lame proposal. I planned for a really good proposal, I just couldn’t find the right time to do it. I was scared to even talk—“

Lynette cut James’s yapping off with a kiss. Pulling him closer to her. James reciprocated it gladly with him holding down her waist. While her tongue graciously exploring every inch of James’s mouth, she managed to pull away for a second even though she doesn’t want to.

“That’s okay. You’re my loser.” She finished.

James smiled like an idiot, almost let out a chuckle before putting his lips on Lynette’s lips again. James had some sort of epiphany during the kiss. He kept thinking that he was a broken person but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he can’t be happy. When James pulled away, he stroke Lynette’s hair.

“I don’t feel broken anymore.” James celebrated. His response made Lynette chortled. She also felt that she wasn’t a damaged goods anymore that even with what she was, James would still be there to support her no matter what and she knew she will do the same.

“No, we don’t.” Lynette replied.

[osarina]

Heeey, long time no see my dear!

So, first of all, remember when I once asked you about uni majors and all that, I'm happy to say that I finally went ahead to linguistics and am having Russian and english languages and I couldn't be happier, I feel like I'm in my place and can be free to speak english without people wondering why I do it since my mother tongue is Arabic so yeah! I have been trying to get back to writing my novel again, and I hope writing goes well for you, too. (Dying to read your new beast fic, I'm waiting like crazy)

Second of all, I just wanted to you to know how much of a safe haven this blog became for me ever since I found it, it brings me comfort having someone so real and relatable and who tries to help everyone such as yourself and I really really hope life goes the way you wish for it to go because you deserve it! And don't let anyone bring you down.

Also, I'm on the same train as you with the immune system thingy, I'm literally fighting for my life right here with this new flu 🥲

Love and hugs to you from yours truly 💕💕💕🫂

HELLO LOVELY 🫶🫶🫶

OMG!!!! i’m so happy to hear you found your path in uni!!!! linguistics is so interesting—i would love to hear about your studies! also not to be a rf kuang fanpage but one of her books (babel) i’ve heard is really centered around linguistics and colonialism so that might be right up your alley 🙈 i haven’t read it yet, i plan to read it after i finish rereading the poppy war series.

I WISH YOU THE BEST WITH YOUR NOVEL 🫂 i’ve also started my own original project on the side, so i’ll probably be a bit slower with fanfics 😔 altho i do plan on getting this beast fic out first and foremost bc it’s consuming my brain HAHAH

🥹i love u so much, im glad my blog can be a safe place for you—it makes me so happy to hear. i rlly love this little community we’ve built here so much u guys all have my heart

UGH NOT YOU SUFFERING TOO 😔😔😔 one day our immune systems will give us a break 😔 i hope you recover quickly lovely 😔

MWAH MWAH ALL OF THE LOVE TO U 🫶🫂

[nyeto]

im finally recovering from post india flu. saw vasu and aman today.

[honeypot-like-the-ant]

hiiii it’s ☀️ again and i’m just checking in to see how you’re doing n stuff

for me? i’ve been okay! i’m recovering from the flu and getting ready to go back to school tomorrow. not excited however to endure school for like 9 more days until break im just exhausted

ah hi !!!!! :3

i've been doing alright! i took my last final today, so as soon as i got back from school i passed out for a couple of hours.

i've also been filling out paperwork to get my name legally changed!!!! the paperwork is sososo repetitive and a little bit dumb but at least it is filled out now!! i get to go on a trip to get those filed either tomorrow afternoon or wednesday morning, which will be interesting.

augh flu is never fun i'm sorry :< i hope your recovery has been alright! and you are going to demolish the 9 days you have left of school i believe in you !!!! best of wishes with finals !! :3

[diabolical-mangoes]

just one more week of finals and it's back to regular posting and screaming about robots!

...that is, if this flu doesn't kick my butt x'D