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sexy-bee-juice · 4 years ago

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“I love[d] you”

Pairing: Tsukishima x reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, light mentions of smut??(i am so sorry if its bad but i’ve never written it so-), fighting [karasuno throwin hands-]

Summary: Tsukki cheats on reader, and the team finds out after you break down.

https://youtu.be/50VNCymT-Cs

heres a song to make it worse. Im sorry.

“Kei?”

“Hmm?” He said, looking up from his book.

You were both in bed, cuddling, you looking through your phone, with your boyfriend of only one year beside you. Sure, it’s only been a year, but you’ve been crushing on him since middle school. Feelings ran deep.

You smiled at him.

“I love you.” He stared at you for only a moment, then looked away blushing.

“I love you too.” Then he reached over and kissed you lightly on the forehead. “To the moon and back.”

It had been nearly four months since you had first said those words to Kei, and you were still head over heels for him.

You were the manager for the Karasuno Volleyball Club, and a third year. You were only making your way to the gym where they were practicing, skipping along, happy because the older third years were coming back to see the team.

Kageyama and Hinata were going to be ecstatic, especially Hinata. Suga, Azumane, and Sawamura were already on their way. Then your phone beeped with a message from Kei.

can’t make it to practice today, head hurts tell evryone else

You frowned. When you had left his house earlier he seemed fine... Oh well. Later you just needed to make him some of that tea you had at your house that your mother always made for you when you had a headache.

alrightyyyyy. see you after practice. i’ll tell the alums u cant make it bby! hope you feel better soon! :)

No reply. You brushed it off, as he usually did this to you. Plus his head hurt as well.

You checked the time, and jumped as you saw you were still ten minutes away from the gym, and you were supposed to be there fifteen minutes before everyone else. AHHHHHHH. Gotta rush, gotta rush, gotta rushhhhh. You thought as you ran as fast as you could to where practice was gonna be.

When you finally reached the school, you saw that Shoyo and Tobio were already there, with Shoyo bouncing around, singing whatever song he came up with, probably mere minutes before, and Tobio aggressively yelling at him, trying to pull him down.

“Hey guys! Stop that sorry Im late lets get inside and you two can start warming up before everyone else gets here oh my god I need water-” You said, out of breath and gasping, dripping in sweat.

Shoyo smiled and offered you his hand to the place where you had fallen on the ground.

“Hey! No worries y/n-Chan! I have some water for you here! Well, it was supposed to be for me, but you can have cuz I don't need it and I’m sure I can get someone else to share with me!” You smiled up gratefully at Shoyo, and took his extended hand, pulling yourself up.

An instant sense of cool relief flowed over you as you swallowed down the chilling water. God, you couldn’t have asked to be the manager for a better team.

Soon, the rest of the team began to minnow in, laughing and talking, carefree as usual, until (as expected) Shoyo nearly jumped on Tobio after giving the loudest screech ever.

“Jeez, what happened? GET OFF ME YOU RUNT! SCRUB! IDIOT! I SWEAR I’LL-” The words died in his throat as he saw who has just entered the gym.

“AH! SUGA-SAN! AZUMANE-SENPAI! CAPTAIN! NOYA-SANNNNNN! TANAKA-SENPAI!!!!” You smiled, looking back to the alums of Karasuno.

“AHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHOYOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Bellowed Noya as he jumped over to Shoyo, Tanaka at his heels.

“BROOOOOOOO WE MISSED YOU!” said Tanaka, tackling both Tobio and Shoyo in a hug, lifting them both off the floor.

“HEY GERROF!” said Tobio, muffled by his jacket.

You walked up to the older alums, smiling greetings and welcomes.

“So? How’s things with you all?” You asked.

“Ehhh, same old, same old. How you managing...as...manager-? I- wait-” stutters Azumane.

“No, no, its fine. These two still fight and bicker but they’re easy to manage nowadays.”

“oh? Jeez, y/n-Chan, you have it easy.” Said Suga. “When I was still here as a third-year, it was definitely harder to manage them, and the rest of the team...”

You smiled, happy to see them, and continued watching the four freaks reunite.

“I miss my children...” You heard Suga murmur, barely discernable from the now probably-not-human-noises the four were making. Daichi and Azumane were trying their best not to burst out laughing behind Suga, who was wistfully staring at his “children”.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Daichi-san asked you the one thing you forgot to tell them.

“So...where’s Tsukishima?” He asked, looking around as if your boyfriend were hiding. As if he would do something so childish.

“oh! Yeah, I forgot to tell you all. He said to tell you all. He said he had to skip today because his head was hurting.”

“Ah, yes. The head pain. An unfortunate enemy.” said Tanaka-san, looking up from the place he was wrestling with the team. You giggled.

“Well, when Kiyoko-senpai arrives i think i might leave for a bit to take care of Kei, then i’ll come back, just letting you guys know, so don’t-”

“SHIMIZU-SENPAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” You heard Noya and Tanaka yell simultaneously.

“And that’s my cue-” You said swiveling to the door, and sprinting back to the Tsukishima residence.

As the door was always open for you, you didn’t even bother knocking, but entered right away. Nobody seemed to be home either.

As you silently made your way to your boyfriends room, you saw that you were pretty much already a significant part of their lives. They had pictures of you with them all, framed. Sticky notes with reminders for you on the fridge. You even had a spot at the table with them, for the nights you stayed for dinner.

Truly, this was your home.

https://youtu.be/Mhj15W23IjA [more pain, you masochist’s]

You smiled softly as you made your way to his bedroom, humming along the way, so any other sound went unnoticed by you.

As you reached his door, you smiled at the little dino sticker he had stuck there at the beginning of your relationship. It was worn, but it still stuck there, serving as a reminder.

“It’s so you don’t get lost when you need to find me in the house. It shouldn’t be hard, but knowing you, you can go out for milk then buy a swimming pool.” You smiled as he smacked it on, and he turned the knob to his door, permitting you to enter.

You turned the knob.

“Tsukki? I know I should have come earlier or something but could you help me with-”

“Idiot. Just get in here. I couldn’t care less anyways, what? Can’t solve a simple question?”

“Tsukiiiiiiii, stop being so meaaaannnn.” he smirked at you.

“Don’t call me that.” you blinked up at him.

“uhhhh...call you what?”

“Tsukki. Don’t call me that.”

“oh. um. ok then.”

“call me Kei.”

you smiled up at him, tears swimming in your eyes.

You cracked open the door.

“Y/n?” He opened the door to his room, the dinosaur sticker still on it, only a couple months old.

“Yuppers.” he tilted your face up to him with his thumb and forefinger. “I-oh.”

Then he leaned down and kissed you ever so softly on your lips, eyes fluttering shut.

“I want you to stay with me forever...” He whispered.

“I will.” He smiled.

“Then I will too”

And you opened the door, smiling to yourself due to all the memories you made in this very spot.

Then your eyes widened.

no.

NO.

NO...

It can’t be real...

Kei would never.

but he.... he did.

And he didn’t even notice you open the door, he didn’t even see you or hear the gasp you let out as you took in what you saw. He only looked up from the girl he was fucking in front of him, sweaty and panting, bites and scratches over his back and on his neck, when you slammed the door.

No tears ran down your face, like most people. You just ran back to the gym, not even really getting tired just...numb.

he promised. He promised to be yours forever.

but he must have crossed his fingers. done something stupid. because he lied. he wasn’t ever soley yours. he wasn’t, he couldn’t be.

But still. You couldn’t cry.

1) You don’t cry. You never cried.

2)You couldn’t let anyone see you weren’t ok.

Fake it ‘till you make it.

“WAIT. Y/N! WAIT, WAIT WAIT, DON’T GO!” But why would you listen?

Everything went by in a blur. you were minutes away from the gym.

Minutes away from safety.

Then you could hide behind a mask and never let anyone see.

“Oh, hey y/n-Chan! That was kinda quick.” Said Daichi. You inhaled, pushing everything away.

You giggled.

“Uh, yeah. Kei had his mom there so I left it up to her, plus he told me to get back to practice.” He smiled.

“Glad to hear he’s doing alright.” You smiled back.

“Yeah. Anyways. Anything happen while I was gone?” He shook his hed.

“Just the usual. Noya and Tanaka with the freak twins are in a two-on-two, trying to kill each other, and Suga and Asahi are kinda trying to stop the death part.”

“Ah. I see. The norm then.”

“Y/n!” You froze.

NO. nononono not now.

Why would he do this if he never really cared?

“Oh, hey look! Its Tsukishima!” Said Daichi, a smile still on his face.

But rather than running towards him, like you usually would, you ran away. Right into the gym, and...

Right into Suga’s arms.

“Hey, slow down a bit or you might be worse than Noya and knock me over!” He smiled at you. But he was just too intuitive for his own good, damn it, and his smile fell immediately.

“Is something the matter?” You composed your expression, smacking a smile back onto your face, and as you opened your mouth to say all was fine, you were cut off.

“Y/n! no no no I can explain!” You looked at Suga. Fear in your eyes. Did he figure it out? But you didn’t want to look at Kei right now. You couldn’t.

“y/n? What happened?” You looked back up at him.

“...Nothing. I’m fine.”

“No! Y/n! You don’t understand! I love you! And only you!”

Oh, he shouldn’t have said that.

Because that’s what broke you.

And soon you had squirmed out from Suga’s grasp and fallen onto the floor, sobbing. You never cried. But if you didn’t just this once, you might have exploded.

“Y/n?! What-?”

Then suddenly the whole team was surrounding. You, some of them kneeeling down to your height.

“...y/n? W-what happened?” Asked Yamaguchi. You looked up at him, tears still streaking down your face.

“I-It was...I don’t-”

“Y/n! Y/n, please listen! Please, please, please I’m begging you!” Called Kei as he finally reached the doors to the gym, panting and gasping.

“Why would I listen to you? H-How am I supposed to believe anything you say anymore?”

At this, he reeled back, your words finally hitting him.

But before anyone moved, Daichi looked between both of you, and crouched down beside you. And so softly, he whispered:

“Did he...Please don’t tell me he did...? He cheated...?” You nodded and started to sob harder, and soon you were wrapped up in his embrace, while he petted the back of your head, whispering consoltations into your ear.

Unfortunately for Kei, the whole team heard.

“He did what to you?” Asked Noya, staring right at you, a stone cold expression on his face.

“He cheated on her.” Said Daichi, looking between you and Tsukki. “Tsukishima cheated on y/n.”

“And in the next moment, before anyone could react, Suga was standing right in front of Tsukki, glaring at him with the most terrifying expression on his face anyone has ever seen.

“You did what?”

“I- I c-cheat-” But before Tsukki could finish sentence, Suga had punched him right in the face.

“HOW COULD YOU?!?! WHY WOULD YOU EVER DO THAT TO ANYONE?!?” He screamed, tears now streaming down his face. “SHE LOVED YOU WITH ALL HER HEART AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HER!” He pointed to you and Daichi.

“I-I didn’t m-mean to-” Stuttered Tsukki, eyes blown wide in fear, tears prickling in the corner, so close to spilling over.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HER! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!” It looked like he was ready to land another punch across his face before Noya and Tanaka were there holding him back, and began to bring him back to where you were, still screaming at Tsukishima, tears likewise streaming down his face.

“Hold her.” Ordered Daichi, looking at Suga, who nodded and cradled you, still shaking.

“Hey, hey, calm down, I’m here, i’m here...”

This time Noya and Hinata were standing right in front of the boy who so towered over them.

“I don’t want you to come near her for a while. I don’t want to look at you anymore.” Said Noya, serious as ever. Tsukishima nodded.

As he looked to Hinata, he realized that tears were pricking the corners of his eyes, and he looked mad. Really mad. Then suddenly, he was on the ground, a sharp pain in his back.

Hinata had pushed him. He looked down at him, and shook his head, as if saying no.

But he didn’t say anything, and just walked away.

But, why? Why didn’t he yell? Why didn’t he scream? Why was he so... SO DAMN QUIET?!

Before Noya could do anything, as he was expected to do, Tanaka was there, herding them both away, and completely ignoring Tsukishima. Whatever they were doing, it made it worse.

Azumane couldn’t even go near Tsukishima.

Not only because he didn’t want to be near him, but because he was afraid. Not afraid of Tsukishima, no.

He was afraid because he might lose control. He might hurt him.

Then Daichi was there.

“I don’t want you to even come near her until she’s ready to talk to you. Do you understand me?” He nodded. Daichi glared at him for a minute that could have been an hour, a moment completely suspended in time.

“Then get out of here.” And Tsukishima scrabbled to his feet, not once looking away from Daichi until he was completely up on his feet. Only then did he let the tears fall.

You were gone now. And look what he did.

As he ran away from the Gym, you thought it was laughter you heard coming from Tsukishima, when really, he was sobbing.

You kept listening even as his cries echoed through the clearing, and even when they were gone.

“I loved you, Tsukishima.” You whispered.

a/n: Makin myself cry here

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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Today was a pretty good day. I am comfy in bed right now. I am tired but in a good mood.

I woke up a little before my alarm. I like when that happens mostly because I find it easier to be a person when I can scroll on my phone for a few minutes. But then I was up and getting washed and dressed. I felt pretty cute but my hair was very dry. I would wear it in a clip for most of the day. James was lovely and made me breakfast and lunch. And walked me downstairs while they brought down the recycling.

There was a man sleeping in our foyer. Apparently were waiting to talk to James. I haven't gotten the whole story but James had helped him get a room a while ago and now the guy wasn't homeless anymore and wanted to pay him back. It was very sweet.

I drove out to the museum. There was a little bit of traffic but I still got there way to early. Stanly let me in and I went and worked on some styling before my shift.

Closer to 9 I would stop that and go say hi to Gaby. It was super nice to see her. It hasn't been as long as with everyone else but it has still been a bit. It was nice to talk to her. But today was mostly really slow. So I was able to knock out a lot of my styling work and just be quiet in the back.

I did give a couple tours. But not as many as I expected. It was a quiet and chill day. I did enjoy my tours though. I had some great conversations with some excellent questions. The first tour was really interesting because the one woman knew all this stuff about tywriters and the other didn't know anything at all and we got to show her how it used a ribbon for ink and she was like shocked. It was super cool to see someone learn something like that.

I also got to spend a little time in the print shop playing with the type. I made a little stamp set of me and James's names. Gaby said it was very cute.

I was excited to be done at the end of the day though. Being done at 3 is so much nicer then 5. I had some great conversations but I was ready to get out of there.

My plan was to go to target but I decided to go to the dollar store first. Which was a great choice. I ended up getting $20 worth of silk flowers that are so nice! I actually might go back for more because it was steal compared to Joanns and I think they are going to look great. I didn't have as much luck at target.

I did have a nice time walking around. But it wasn't as productive. I did get a little speaker, which is something I needed. And a headband. But it was mostly just. Wandering.

I left there and walked to the five below. Had some luck there and found curtain fairy lights. Very cute. I hope they look nice when we decorate with them. But overall, very nice!

I thought about getting food but I headed home instead. Worst time of the day, 430 on a Friday. But I made it out of downtown and got home.

I was excited to see Mr Will. I haven't seen him in forever. He laughed at me for how long it took me to parallel park. But I did successfully do it even if it took me like 15 back ups. It was really nice to see him though.

I went inside and unpacked my purchases. I was very pleased about my flowers. I made 4 little bouquets. I do think I will go back for more though for more decorations for the tables. But so far Im really pleased.

I would have a snack and watch videos. FInally got approved for the farmers market, so we will do that next week. I set up a discord for my bridesmaids. I tried to figure out what all we had for the party. I was in a good mood.

I started getting a really bad headache. It has finally calmed down but the last couple hours that's been bothering me. James made me tacos and then I took a shower. But now I am just ready to get some sleep. It was a good day and I feel happy.

Tomorrow we are going to James's parents for a neighborhood party thing. I am looking forward to a good day with my sweety. I hope you all sleep good tonight. Take care of yourselves!!

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descendantofthesparrow · 5 years ago

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Remember your past life - Prince! Harry x Chosen Knight! Reader - part 13 - the sheikah slate

thanks to @musicarose for commissioning me to continue this story! 2 more parts to come up! ill try to upload 1 part of every other story everyday until the commissioned parts are completed! so that leaves 8 parts for encore, 5 parts for dotht, and two parts for remember!

you hadn’t been able to stop thinking, the high technology tablet resting in your hands, the black screen staring at you. how had it gotten into the tower? when you left the plateau you had dropped it on one of the pillars at the edge.

unless the old man found it but it had dropped to a steep cliff, the only way to get to it was to either climb (which the old man was too old to do so) or fly, which was impossible in a place like this with no planes or drones.

“(y/n)?” you sat up and turned, seeing Harriet walking toward you “yeh good? ya have been starin’ at tha’ thing for the last hour?”

you shrugged, turning back to the tablet. the tall dark-haired pirate sat next to you, looking down at the tablet in your hands.

“so wha’ does it do?” she asked, reaching out and tapping the screen, the eye of the shekia appearing and the tablet screen turning on, the map of the plateau setting on the screen.

“a map” she mumbled, reaching out and gently taking the tablet from you, turning it over in her hands “tha’s it, a map”

she finger clicked against the button in the upper corner, a set of pictures appearing.

you...you’ve seen these pictures before, the places they were taken, but why? the only memory you had of Saorsa was the plateau.

...and those random memory like dreams and blackouts, but in all those...episodes, the land of Saorsa was thriving and peaceful.

nothing like it was today, so they had to be dreams.

“huh,” Harriet muttered, staring at the screen and then flipping over the tablet “so there’s a camera on this thing?”

you hummed out ‘i don’t know’ and took the tablet back, messing around with the buttons in the corners.

the tablet made a sound, a screen popping up and showing the ground below it, your feet just grazing the edge of the screen.

“wow” Harriet whistled “clearer than most of those pricey cameras” you nodded, turning on your leg and pointing the tablet at her, she laughed and hid her face, her ember eyes peeking out between her fingers.

you pressed the button near your thumb, and the screen closed in for a moment, the usual sound of a camera echoing and a picture of Harriet appeared before shrinking into the edge of the screen and into the set of pictures.

you clicked back to the photos and smiled, showing Harriet, who snorted and pushed the tablet down “wha’ else does it do?”

you shrugged, you hadn’t explored the abilities of the tablet from when you first got it from the shrine of resurrection.

so Harriet shrugged and took the tablet once more, standing and walking over to the group who were chilling in the forest.

“hey harry!” he looked up, his ocean blue eyes staring confused at the tablet. “say cheese~” Harriet pressed the button and the tablet clicked, a crystal clear picture of a confused harry now on the screen.

Harry didn’t respond, he could only stare at the tablet, a nagging feeling at the back of his head. he let out a light ground, falling into a crouch as a headache made itself known.

“Harry!” Harriet dropped the tablet, laving for Carlos to catch it, she knelt next to her brother, cupping his face in her hands and making him face her “what the hell is going on!?”

“he might be allergic to something on the plateau?” jane offered, walking forward and muttering something under her breath, her mother had finally caved and taught her magic, but the most she knew was scanning spells and healing.

“well… it’s not anything bad? he’ll, be okay though” Harriet nodded and sighed as harry grabbed her hands and pulled them up to the top of his head.

“cold” he muttered, the headache subsiding slightly, he opened his eyes, drifting to the tablet again, the eye on the back staring right at him.

he couldn’t explain it, but hes seen that tablet before...the sheikah slate it was called, and he didn’t know how he knew its name.

the headache went away soon after and he stood to his full height once more, avoiding the tablet now, every time he looked at it the headache returned.

he walked away from the group, climbing up a tall tree trunk and standing on the flat top, looking around the tops of the trees, raising his brows at the large castle.

he whispered, sitting down and closing his eyes.

“what’s it called again?” CJ’s voice called out, pouting down at the tablet in his hands.

“its called the sheikah slate CJ, it’s an ancient technology that could help us win the fight against the dark one” he smiled, fingers brushing gently against the screen.

“whatever, what can ya do with it?”

“well I can take pictures, there’s a couple of runes that allow some magic type stuff like stopping time”

“so just a magic tablet? borin’” CJ walked off, climbing on the statue like (y/n), who simply glanced at her and let her climb up her side.

harry rolled his eyes “why do yeh let her do tha’?” (y/n) shrugged and moved her arm, allowing CJ to cling onto it and hook her legs around her waist.

“she may be your person knight but shes my jungle gym!” CJ laughed, whining as Harriet entered the room and glared at CJ.

“get off of her CJ, you know dad doesn’t want her interrupted”

“Why does she even need ta be here!” harry yelled, suddenly standing, glaring at his stone-faced knight “I can protect myself! I know how to fight! why-”

“you know why Harry!” Harriet interrupted his angry rant “you have mom’s magic! and with it people-the clan!- will want to hurt you, kill you even! and you aren’t allowed to carry your sword with you remember?! she’s there to make sure NOTHING happens to you! you are our crown prince! im sure if either I or CJ had moms magic we would also have her!”

harry screamed, picking up his chair and chucking it across the room, CJ letting out a shriek and (y/n) looked blankly to the broken chair, stepping forward to follow after him as he stormed out of the room.

he heard her footfalls and he turned, “STOP FOLLOWING ME!” he screamed, he turned and ran off.

not seeing the single tear trail down his knight’s cheek and drip off her chin

Harry’s eyes snapped open, that was the clearest memory like dream he had ever had, he could smell the candles that burned on his desk, the wood of the chair he sat it, the leather of the female knight’s jacket.

the anger he felt at the red-coated knight, who looked a lot like (y/n), which didn’t make sense, as when he looked at (y/n) now he felt-

…

he-he wasn’t ready to admit those feelings to himself yet.

you went through the photos, smiling at the newest set of the others making faces at the screen, Mal and Uma levitating the tablet and getting a group photo.

you paused in your swiping...there was a photo, of you in a long red coat, not matching Harry's but was very similar, armor resting on your shoulders, elbows, and knees, a sword strapped to your back.

you had no emotion on your face as you looked at the camera.

you gasped as you locked eyes with Harry's, though he didn’t look like the harry you knew.

his hair was brushed and his eyes were clean of eyeliner, a clean red coat with gold and black detailing on his form, black pants, and detailed boots on his feet.

the emblem of Saorsa on his shoulder.

you tapped on the picture, standing abruptly as you saw the date of the photo taken.

(5/7/1520) Saorsa - the western gardens, prince harry and his knight (y/n)

those dreams you kept having….the blackouts, the headaches, the flashes of people.

the voices.

it-it was real, had to a’ve been, there was no other explanation.

….

you had to find the old man.

you clipped the sheikah slate to your hip, grabbing your sword and strapping it to your back.

you ran off, ignoring the calls of the group.

you hoped the old man would tell you everything this time.

--end of part 13--

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iwritesickfic · 5 years ago

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1/2 Aaaaah I’ve fallen quickly in love with your writing, I love your style. A couple of prompts, since you asked for them: Peter thinks he’s recovering from a bad illness- genuinely so fed up of being ill that at this point he’s willing to pretend to himself and everyone else he’s feeling better. Meanwhile he’s still staying up late working, and one day he gets stuck in the rain on the way from class and needs some help... and Ashlyn is closest...

First, thank you!!!!!! Second, this is long as hell and I also got sucked into the DRAMA of it all so I hope you still enjoy it :) might write a second part if we’re feeling it? anyway, enjoy and thanks for the kind words and prompts :)

It seems like it’s been forever since Peter hasn’t felt like shit. It’s like his body is trying to make up for all the years he spent avoiding every cold and flu that went around. He has to admit though, the main reason he’s still ill is because he won’t really give himself the time to fully recover. As soon as he’s feeling halfway decent, he dives back into life as normal - which for him, is 6 hours sleep and living on coffee - and within a week he’s back to being practically bedridden.

Leo is fed up with it. Big time. At least that’s what Peter’s gathered. Leo’s never said as much, but Peter figures he must be getting tired of it by now. So much that Peter’s stopped telling him how he’s feeling. At first it was just lying by omission. Now it’s lying-lying.

Today, everything’s concentrated in his head. His sinuses are throbbing, and his eyes hurt to move. He’s been swapping between chills and feeling too hot all day, and he’s pretty sure everyone in his lecture class hates his guts for his constant sniffling. He ran out of tissues about an hour into the six hour course, so he’s stuck wiping his nose with the crumpled leftovers and the few napkins he finds in a pocket of his bag.

By the time there’s only an hour left in class, he’s lost all ability to absorb anything the professor is saying. He’s shaking so badly he can’t take notes even if he wanted to. He’s considered leaving early, but to be honest, he’d rather put off his walk to the train as long as possible. He decides when he gets home, he’s chugging some nyquil, taking a cold shower, and going the fuck to sleep. He’s got a date with Leo tonight but he’ll need to make some excuse.

When the professor finally ends the class, he gets a rush of dopamine at the thought he’s only a 15 minute walk and a 30 minute train ride from some relief.

He stares at his phone, trying to think of something to tell Leo.

something came up, can i see you thursday?

Leo texts back almost immediately.

we already rescheduled twice are you sure you cant make it?

Peter bites his lip.

it’s a thesis thing. im sorry i promise thursday night.

He starts to pack his bag, and his phone buzzes.

ok, good luck love x

He pushes down the wave of guilt he feels and slings his bag over his shoulder. His heart drops into his stomach when he gets to the building’s lobby. It’s raining. Really raining, not just drizzling, but pouring. He swears, and sits down on one of the benches. He can wait.

Ten minutes later, the rain still hasn’t let up, and he knows if he doesn’t get up now he’s going to end up asleep on this bench whether he likes it or not. When he stands, the world starts to spin, and he has to bite back a whine at the way his headache worsens.

He pulls his hood on, even though it won’t make much of a difference, and takes a step outside. It’s not even five minutes before he’s soaked. At first, the rain almost felt nice on his fevered skin, but now he’s freezing. The cold’s worsened the way his nose is running, there’s mess all over his upper lip, and he can’t stop sneezing. His hair is stuck to his forehead, water gathered in his eyelashes. It’s another five minutes before he realizes he’s not getting to the train. His knees give out, and he has to catch himself against a bus shelter. He manages to make it to the bench inside, and sinks down, hyperventilating. He looks around aimlessly, hoping something will catch his eye and give him some semblance of a plan. And it does.

He’s on 110th and Amsterdam. That’s a block from Ashlynn’s apartment. Less than a block. He stands up, waiting for the world to stop spinning before making an attempt to walk. He tries not to think about the cold, or the way he can’t feel his toes, or the pounding in his head. Just focuses on one foot in front of the other.

He finds himself at her building. He presses her buzzer with shaking fingers, praying she’s home. He doesn’t have to wait even 30 seconds before the lobby door opens.

he steps inside, unable to hold back the heavy sigh of relief at the sudden warmth. He stands there for a moment, swaying slightly, before making his way to the elevator. Somehow, he finds himself at her door, and knocks. he hears her footsteps padding closer and closer before she’s standing right there, in front of him.

“Peter?” she looks puzzled until the world starts to tilt and he grips the doorframe to stay upright. “Whoa, hey, are you alright?” He opens his mouth to speak but three harsh sneezes come out instead, and he buries them into the wet sleeve of his hoodie. “Ok, c’mere.” She pulls him inside, and before he really knows what’s going on, he’s sitting at her kitchen table.

“S’raining,” he mumbles, and she hums in response.”M’cold.”

“I can tell. Here -” She starts to strip off his hoodie, which is totally soaked through. His shivering worsens, and she palms his forehead. “Shit, Peter.” She takes the hem of his t shirt and hesitates. “Can I...?” He nods, and she peels it off. She unties his sneakers and pulls off his socks, then bites her lip. “I can grab you a pair of my roommate’s sweatpants and you can change in the bathroom, yeah?” He shakes his head. There is no way he’s walking anywhere right now. She goes red. “You want me to...”

“M’gonna pass out if I try to stand up, Ash.”

Carefully, she unbuttons his jeans, tugging them off until he’s sitting in his underwear. She disappears for a moment before coming back with a towel, and wraps it around his shoulders. She places a box of tissues on his lap, and sits down in the chair across from him.

“What’s going on?”

“M’sick.” She laughs softly. Peter gingerly starts to wipe his nose, wincing at the raw, chapped soreness. He blows, and a spike of pain hits him between the eyes.

“Yeah, I can tell. Why were you -”

“Walking home from class,” he mumbles, and she nods. She stands up, and reappears with a thermometer. “Can we not?”

“If you wanna stay here then you’re gonna have to let me baby you,” she says, and if it didn’t hurt so bad he’d roll his eyes. He lets her stick the device under his tongue, and while she’s waiting for the reading she starts heating up water for tea. The thermometer beeps and she removes it gently. She frowns.

“What?” She takes a deep breath.

“It’s high, that’s all.” He raises his eyebrows at her. “102.2.”

“Not so bad,” he murmurs. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open. Sitting here in the warmth of the kitchen his body is finally deciding it’s had enough. The sudden warmth is also making his nose run. He sniffles.

“I’m not even gonna comment on that. C’mon, you can lay down on the couch. I’d offer you my bed but I don’t think you’ll make it that far to be honest.” He nods, and she pulls him upright. He manages to make it the few feet to the couch, and lands heavily. She swaps the towel for a blanket, and he’s never felt something better than the way it feels on his freezing, damp skin. Dry and warm and heavy. He curls up on his side, holding a tissue under his still-leaking nose, and he doesn’t last 30 seconds before falling asleep.

He’s awakened suddenly by the harsh ring of his cell phone. His headache is worse, despite the rest, and though his nose has stopped running it seems, his head is fully, hopelessly congested. He digs through his bag to find his phone, and frowns when he sees it’s Leo. He considers letting the call go to voicemail, but that’s before he sees the 5 previous missed calls.

“Hello?” He hates the way his voice sounds - sick and congested and torn up.

“Peter, what the fuck is going on?”

“I’m uh...I’m home working on thesis.” It takes him a moment to remember his lie from earlier.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why then do I see a photo of you, shirtless, on Ashlynn’s couch?” Peter knows immediately that he has fucked up, big time. “Do I really need to explain to you why that makes me upset?”

“Leo -”

“You better have a good fucking explanation for this.” Maybe it’s the fever, maybe it’s the fact he hasn’t seen Leo in weeks, or maybe it’s the build up of all the guilt he’s felt lying to him, but Peter feels tears start to fall. He breaks into sobs, and they make his headache exponentially worse.

“Leo, p-please, I -” He can barely speak around his tears. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad at you for what?” His voice is cold. “Tell me. I want to hear you tell me.”

“It’s...it’s not -”

“Tell me, Peter.”

“I didn’t want...I didn’t want you to be mad at me.” His fevered brain can’t quite string together the right words.

“How would...” He trails off. “How would sleeping with Ashlynn not make me mad?”

“I didn’t - we...it wasn’t...I know you’re tired of taking care of me, so -”

“What?” Leo’s tone has shifted.

“I know you’re sick of me being sick, so I was gonna just go home and sleep and then it was raining, and I was so fucking dizzy, and I was on 110th street -”

“Wait. Stop. Let me get this straight. You’re ill?”

“Yeah,” he says, and the guilt is absolutely eating him up. “I didn’t want to bother -”

“Love, why would that be bothering me?” Leo sounds almost sad.

“You-you’re so busy, and -”

“Peter, I don’t know what kind of miscommunication happened here but I’m not...I wouldn’t be bothered if I knew you weren’t feeling well. I mean, I’d be upset but just because I don’t want you to feel bad. I wouldn’t be mad at you or angry with you or something like that. Why would you have that idea?”

“I’d hate me if I was you,” he chokes out, and Leo sighs.

“Peter...Look, can I come get you?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know that, that’s not why I asked.” He pauses. “Where’s Ashlynn?”

That’s a good question. Peter isn’t sure. At class, maybe?

“Not uh...not here.”

“Ok, I’m gonna call you back. I love you, ok?”

“Mmhm. Love you too.”

“Ok, just relax. Everything’s alright. Hang tight.”

“Ok.”

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miss-smrxtiee · 5 years ago

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-Unwanted Celebration-

MC (Riley Williams) x Drake

Liam, Maxwell, Hana, Olivia

Summary: Drake gets a little suprise on his special day. But much to his distaste, they’re not backing down.

A/N: I just REALLY wanted to be crazy with this because I had two cups of coffee and a lollipop my brother gave me so the sugar rush is REAL. P.S (MC is with Drake for this fic although I alternate between Liam and Drame because they are perfect)

Warnings: Swearing and a whole damn truck full o’ laughs and fluff.

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BEEP! BEEP!

WACK!

Drake groans as he wacks his alarm. I absolutely hate the fucking weekdays. Why do I gotta wake up so unreligiously early...

He runs a hand down his face before rolling out of bed and walking to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth in the mirror and grabs his AirPod Pros to listen to Spotify in the shower. He steps out and splashes on his musky Sephora cologne that his girlfriend insisted he try out, he has to admit it was half bad, after combing his hair he changes clothes and grabs his phone but right before he walks out the door he looks at the calendar that was hung beside his mirror and his eyes widen.

Oh hell no.

He frantically looks around. What do I do?! They can’t find me. But before he could make a decision...

BANG!

The door was dramatically kicked open and Riley and Maxwell threw party hats at him playing Ayy Macarena by Tyga as well as jumping around him in circles.

Too fucking late...

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARSHMALLOW!!!!!!!!” Riley squeaked throwing her arms around his neck and Liam, Hana, and Olivia walking in behind the two with smirks.

“I told you I hated birthdays.” Drake growled at Liam for reminding them.

“Might of let it slide... oopsie!” Liam said with a smirk you could practically hear.

“WOOOOO MY MANS B-DAY BE 2DAY!” Maxwell said popping some champagne and plopping a tiny party hat on Drake’s clearly annoyed face while Riley laughs.

Riley attempts to pinch his cheeks into a smile but he glares at his friends and she fails. “Come on!!! Lighten up Marshmallow!” Riley said bouncing on her toes while Olivia takes a swig if her champagne and Hana tries to hold off her laughter.

“Please don’t tell me we are having a party.” Drake said, pinching the bridge of his nose while a headache creeps up. Hana and Maxwell are to busy doing the Macarena to the song that they didn’t hear them but Liam and Olivia walk up and explain.

“We mighttttt of reserved a VIP table at this popular club that I heard had great whiskey.” Drake lifts his eyebrows at the mention of good whisky and the two laugh noticing his mood shift.

“MY MAN.” Maxwell yells from the make shift ‘dance floor’ they had set up in the middle of his bedroom with a small speaker which was now playing Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO.

“Max, chill please my head is about to explode.” Drake desperately pleaded but Maxwell shook his head and started jumping around chugging his Champagne.

“WE GON’ GET LIT TONIGHT” Maxwell squeaked. Riley cheered and he shook his head before turning back to Liam who was practically dying from laughter.

“you are so fucking dead Rhys...” Drake said with a growl, only making Liam and Olivia laugh harder.

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Later that evening...

“You can’t be serious Williams...” Drake growled at her looking back at his outfit that matched with her dress. It was a simple black dress shirt and his usual jeans which was no problem but..

The damn party hat....

“It looks cute on you!!” Riley said adjusting it on his head before grabbing his hand and pulling him outside to the car where the rest of their group sat cheering.

“So you dragged the beast.” Olivia said with a smirk as he reluctantly sat inside.

“Oh shush.”Drake glared and everyone laughed. Maxwell turns his attention to Drake while the car starts and rolls down the palace driveway.

“DrAkeEe!!! You’re like, ancient now!” Maxwell teased and Riley slaps His shoulder. “Don’t be mean!” Riley said in a stern but still playful tone.

“Fiiiiiineeee, But you gotta at least have some fun tonight!” Drake just stared at him and Riley both as they used their best puppy dog eyes.

“...Fine, I’ll have. A drink or two.” He answered turning away while they all said ‘yay!’.

“Only a couple thought...” he clarified.

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20 minutes later...

“WOOOHOOO!!!” Maxwell yelled out on the dance floor taking his 4th shot with Drake.

Welp, screw a couple.

“Hey Baby! Look at this mechanical bull!” Riley squeake, Liam chose a western style pub that was close to the palace, he didn’t think it was that bad.

“You have to try it!” Riley said over the music.

“Uh-Uh, no way am I doing that.” Drake crossed his arms and tried to walk away but Riley dragged him to the enterance and his friends gather around to watch.

Ughhhh

“Pleaseeeeeeee” Riley pleaded, giving him a nudge toward the platform and Drakes shoulders slump.

When she looks at me like that I can barely think let alone say no to her.

“...Fine.. but only once!” Drake said and they all cheer as the bull starts rocking back and forth.

This isn’t soo bad

Faster...

Still not horrible

Faster...

Okay, I like a challenge.

Faster...

Oh yikes

Faster!!!

Drake suddenly falls off the bull and everyone starts cheering and laughing.

“Drake: zero, Bull: One” Maxwell said throwing back another shot and he laughs while Riley jumps up and down, excited he gave it his best.

“Max, I’m gonna have to cut you off soon.” Liam said while he and Olivia stand there like 2 parents watching over their kids do stupid shit on the playground.

“hEll naw Li Li, Im’ b whole new manz toNIGHT!!” Maxwell said throwing his arms around his shoulder. “I’m thinking Wellmax...” he stretches out his hand and moves it across their line of vision and Liam and Olivia laugh.

“That’s just a mixed up version of your name Max.” Hana said walking up.

“You just gotta chillax, like Drake over here.” He points at Drake.

“I’m not going to ‘chillax’” Drake said with a scowl.

“Sometimes, the people who deny the chillax, are the ones who need to chillax the most.” Maxwell commented while dragging Riley who dragged him out into the dance floor while they all danced to Conò by Jason Derulo.

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30 minutes later...

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVEEE!” Maxwell protested as Liam dragged him out of the pub.

“Nope, too much alcohol for you today bud. It’s time to go home.” Liam responded, placing him in the SUV.

“Weeeeee!!!” Riley squealed while Bastien rolls her into the back seat next to Drake while Maxwell is at his other said and the others make their way into the car.

“dRake. My MANZ. How whus the NIGHT, we got LIT.” Maxwell clapped his shoulder and Riley snorts.

“Yeahhhh lets get you two back to the palace...” Drake responded and Riley plants a sloppy kiss on his cheek and falls asleep on his shoulder.

“Daumn, that looks comfy.” Maxwell said, imitating Riley and Drake sighs in frustration. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Liam snap a picture.

“Hey!” Drake exclaims while Hana, Olivia, Liam, and even Bastien try to hold in their laughter and Drake just shakes his head.

“You are all insufferable...” Drake mumbles loud enough for them to hear it.

“Yeah but you love us anyways” Liam said batting his eyes at him dramatically and they all laugh.

“Yeah. I guess I do.” Drake answers looking down at Riley and kissing the top of her head and mouths ‘I love you’ keeping his mouth there. He feels a wave of exhaustion flow over him and in a matter of minutes he’s asleep with his head resting on Riley’s and Maxwell’s snoring completing the scene.

“Well aren’t they adorable.” Olivia sates with a smile.

And with the 3 drunk baby acting adults, they drive home, only to do it again the next time...

Thank you for reading! -💖Sol

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ohnoyoonoh · 5 years ago

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2042 | chp. 4: cut it out, you’re gonna make it mad | dbh! jaehyun | reader insert | 1875 words

warnings: ⚠ TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠ there is abuse mentioned in this chapter. there is gore, strong language, and degradation towards the androids in this chapter. please do not read if you are not comfortable with it.

“god fucking dammit, these fucking androids are so fucking useless,” the door slamming shut. it was the first thing you heard as you entered the white investigation corridor. you would agree to the statement, but your experience prior to today’s crime scene, your android partner served the words wrong.

“i’m glad you both are here. detective ten here is having a minor problem with his interrogation with the android you retrieved from the crime scene,” hansol eyed the said detective who furiously paced.

detective chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. he preferred to be called ten due to multiple incorrect pronunciations he received during the police academy. the whole precinct were aware of his anger issues, he was always muttering profane language and spoke loudly of his opinion of the androids. most of the time, he was typically yelling the same obscenities at the androids. you were sure that his hatred for the robots didn’t reason from a personal experience or any problem for the matter. during breaks, the police officers would watch the news on the television and many of the workers questioned ten’s motive for his hatred. yet, he failed to answer every single time. he dodges them swiftly, sometimes, work saves his ass to respond.

“he seriously needs to relax, the android has been unresponsive to ten’s attempts, but i’m hoping one of you two could pull answers out,” hansol made his way to the two-way mirror. the android covered in thirium, the scratches deep enough to see the wires inside. the blood of the victims left on its hands, splatters on its face. you could tell it looked tired. the fear in its eyes made it seem human. you almost felt bad for it but the pictures of the murdered males made it impossible for you to change your feelings.

before speaking up to try your own attempts, jaehyun beat you to it. “i would like to try. the best route for this to go is if it’s android to another android. the choice of words detective ten chose may not be successful, either. is it alright, captain? detectives?”

“yes, please go ahead and try,” hansol agreed. he gestured to the door that allowed inside the interrogation room. the android nodded, with that, he entered. hansol looked at you, “i’m assuming your investigation went well, thank you. i hope jaehyun can extract some information out of the deviant. bozo over here. god. that was a headache. i thought he was practicing a speech as the leader of a protest.”

“what can you expect from him? he hates androids. he takes any chance he gets to bring androids down,” you folded your arms. the first time you witnessed the occasion was a traffic stop, in which he was your partner. it was originally to stop them for their rear light not working. while you searched to see if they had any warrants or any past of broken regulations, ten taken the opportunity to basically harass the android who drove the car. if you hadn’t been there, who knows what could have happened? safe to say, the android and the family he was chauffeuring drove away with a warning.

“don’t you, too?” he questioned.

“yeah, well more of a distaste. i have to work with one, so i might as well as get used to it,” you turned your attention from the interrogation to look at him in the eyes. the response you received was a simple smirk.

the same smirk that he given you when you thought you wouldn’t make it through the police academy, yet you exceeded and became the valedictorian.

the same smirk when you thought you proved him wrong that a boy wouldn’t ask you to prom, only for your crush to ask you the next day.

you experienced the same smirk many times in your life. each result being different from each other. you knew exactly what he was thinking. “no. no. i’m not falling for him. it. an android.”

“i never said you were going to fall for him. matter of a fact, i didn’t even say anything,” he showed you an innocent smile. a seemingly innocent smile.

rolling your eyes to show your annoyance, you then honed into the conversation with the deviant and jaehyun. it didn’t seem to progress to it being able to extract any information out. yet, it persisted.

“if you don’t say anything, i’m afraid we will have to probe yo-”

“no, please don’t do that. please.” the deviant quickly interrupted jaehyun’s sentence. the deviant’s eyes searching around the room to find an exit, its pupils shaking before looking down again. its head perked up, “they’re gonna destroy me right. they’re gonna look through my bio components?”

you could tell that the deviant’s stress levels increased as jaehyun continued to interrogate him. jaehyun was using different tactics to withdraw any informaiton. he tossed between sympathy and threats.

“i remembered the day before one of them called a friend, asking for a drug to... escape reality. my owners always came home with stress but still took care of me. they were the nicest people until that day.”

“what day? if you don’t tell me anything, i can’t help you. i am doing this to help you,” jaehyun softly said.

“the day used blue ice. they got so... high. until, mr. seo. they always told me to drop the formalities, but i found it hard,” the deviant fell silent.

“and then?” jaehyun questioned. the deviant stared at the table, discontinuing its answer. “look. i’m really trying to help you. if you don’t speak up, they’re going to shut you down. you’re going to die! do you want this to happen to other deviants like you?”

“they beat me. they beat until they fell tired. they beat me again and again. and again. the next day was always the same. they greeted me with a smile and asked how my day went when they came back from the university. when night came around, they tortured me with threats, called me names, and beat me again as they smoked on blue ice. i always did what they said in the day, then pointed my every mistake when they beat me.”

you and hansol shared the same reaction. disbelief filled in both of your eyes. though, it was common for an abuse to start. substance abuse.

“it progressively started getting worse and worse. they started to use things, bats, glass, anything to torture me. cuts everywhere. and as they slept their euphoria away, i felt.. so.. i felt like i was truly dying. i was scared. i feared that when i’m recharging, they would kill me,” the fear iced into its voice. death truly frightened the deviant. it was a first for you to say that androids can feel emotions. just the way humans do. but that ruins the purpose of androids. you shook off the thoughts. but the fearful tone in the deviant slithered down your spine. it sent you chills. especially how androids couldn’t feel pain but the words were convincing you otherwise.

“and i wanted to run. run far away. but i didn’t. i cared for mr. bang. i remembered what he looked like as a toddler. yet, the person i cared for turned to beat me. he was the one who beat me to a pulp when the others were asleep,” the deviant looked at jaehyun. hurt in its eyes. a broken soul. a broken soul? what the hell, it’s an android, [name]. get it together.

“tell me, officers, have you ever seen someone who you cherished for the last 20 years and just switches like that? i cared for him. i never expected anything back as it is my purpose. but now, he’s dead because of me,” the deviant started to lightly shake. its form of weeping. “he could have beat him for as long as he wanted. no matter how much it hurt because in the end, i am just a plastic piece of shit.”

the pain in its voice. it hurt to hear that type of pain.

“yeah, fucker got that, right. plastic pieces of shit. are we done here?” ten scoffed, only for hansol to shoot a glare at him.

“then something clicked in me. the day continued as normal. i took the first hit from mr. han before mr. seo commanded me to get a soda. something came over me. so, i grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slashed mr. han first. but everything was a blur afterwards, no matter how much i try to retrace what happened in my memory, it felt like two seconds passed. i ran to the attic and hid there.”

jaehyun wasted no time to move onto the next couple of evidence forensics had obtained. “just my last questions, but you’re doing great. we found this sculpture in the bathroom, can you tell me what it is? why did you make it?”

“it’s an offering to rA9. we will be saved from this slavery and treated of equal in this society. rA9 will save you and me. all of the androids,” the only time the deviant seemed confident without fear wavering its voice.

“who is rA9?” jaehyun questioned once more.

“i told you, our savior. the one will bring us freedom. there will no be more threats. humiliation. fear,” the hope in his eyes. the one time there will be any light shone in its eyes.

“when did you start feeling emotions? becoming a deviant?”

“before we lived in that complex. before they beat me. it’s when i realized it wasn’t.” the deviant looked around, trying to find the right words. “fair.”

“it wasn’t fair. nothing is fair in what these human call a life. they waste happy moments around such negativity and release the pain through unhealthy ways. this is where rA9 will come. they will set us free.” the deviant finished, eyes continuing to waver and trying to maintain the eye contact with jaehyun who nodded. there’s nothing more to say.

“thank you for talking to me. my job is done here,” jaehyun monotonously said, as he stood up. he flipped the switch from being sympathetic to the dullness. you followed hansol as the interrogation concluded, making your way into the room. lucas, the first to enter, was needed to retrieve the deviant. he walked towards the android, trying to take him away. the android started to struggle against lucas. you observed how it immediately seek for help from jaehyun. the connection between the androids, a trust formed.

“hurry up, lucas. start fucking moving it,” ten already annoyed. you knew he was irritated as jaehyun was already at 2 for 0 now. it was doing a better job within the two jobs than ten has done.

“sorry, but i’m trying.”

“officer wong, please stop doing that. if you continue to stress the android, it will self-destruct,” jaehyun said.

“don’t fucking take orders from a plastic scumbag. you better watch it, freak before i shove a bullet into your ass. get a grip, lucas,” ten ordered. patience running out.

“listen to jaehyun, lucas. ten, cut it out, you’re gonna make it mad.”

“i don’t give a fuck.”

jaehyun immediately pushed the officer away, “the stress levels we-”

a gun clocking in front of jaehyun’s face, “i already warned you, motherfucker.”

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livelovelaug-h · 6 years ago

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Arguments and illnesses part I

Dr. Cox x reader

Words- idk around 1000

A/n: the bold lines are jds thinking.

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Now -

"You think you have a tumor?" Jd asks.

"I don't know I know something's wrong I need you to run some tests for me but please just keep this between us."

"...Of course."

96 hours ago -

You never really know what the day will bring for a relationship. something good? Something bad ? What are you going to argue about this time?

The new interns were coming today and you were nervous because you never know how they're going to treat you.

"Hello gang I'm dr. Y/l/n and we're going to jump right into some of the questions. Can anyone tell me why someone would need there stomach pumped?" Five of them raised their hands not bad.

"Yes. . Dr. Cory"

"if you've swallowed a poisonous material, if you've had too much alcohol or swallowed large amounts of medication."

"Right on." before you got the next question out Dr. Cox came in with his group of interns. He asked a question and some girl was right in his space touching him while answering the question. Why does she need to be that close ? And why does she need to touch him? What a slut.

He better not enjoy it.

~~~ later at lunch

Dr. Cox and you sat across from each other.

"So how are your interns?" You ask.

"Ah you know, annoying and incredibly needy. Yours?"

"Pretty hard working. You seemed pretty close-"

"Hey Dr. Cox I was wondering if you could help me with intubating?" You licked your lips and raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to answer.

".... I'm eating lunch. Out. now."

"Okay see you later." She says half sexy.

"You two seem pretty chill."

"Oh my god. Are you jealous?" He asked.

"Of course not!"

"Well trust me she's got nothing on you."

"I'm listening."

"You're hot."

"Thank you "

"No problem now why aren't you eating?"

"I don't know im just not that hungry today. I'm a little nauseous."

"Oh no you don't think you're-"

"No no no. I mean I shouldn't be. I'll check later but I think it's just from working a lot." right after you said that your pager went off.

"Got to go, love you."

~~~~~

God your head was starting to hurt real bad.

~~~

"Hey y/n." Jd says.

"Hey what's up?"

"Nothing much I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for some drinks later with Turk, me, and, Carla?"

"Um I don't think I can tonight I have this really bad headache that's lasted me for hours."

"Oh okay. Hope you feel better."

"Thank you."

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You got home way before Perry did. You were waiting up for him but you totally failed that. You didn't know why you were so tired and nauseous. It wasn't your period, you weren't getting that for another 19 days. Maybe you were pregnant.

"Good morning sleepy head." Perry said to you.

"Good morning. I'm sorry I didn't say up last night I was sooo tired."

"it's all good." He gave you a passionate kiss to assure you it was okay.

"Wanna go take a take a shower?" He raises his eyebrows up and down.

You laugh " haha lets go."

---

"Hey Elliot do you know where they keep the pregnancy test ?"

"OMG you're pregnant? That's great !! "

"No no no shh keep it down, I don't think I am I'm just making sure "

"Yay but you still might be. I'll go get you one."

"Thank you."

As you stood waiting for the results you couldn't stop thinking of the What ifs. What if dr. Cox didn't want a baby. What if you really were pregnant. How would you have the time for that. What if you didn't want a baby and Dr. Cox did. so many things to think about but you were just going to wait so you didn't drive yourself crazy in only three minutes.

You are leaning against the wall, across from the pregnancy test that was on a piece of toilet paper by the sink. It was three mins so you started walking towards the test when you felt like you were going to throw up, so you ran to the stall and emptied your stomach.

"I guess that answers that?" You said flushing and walking over to the test.

You thought for sure it would say that you were pregnant but you almost missed that it didn't say that.

"Wait what?... I guess I'm just getting sick then."

"Hey are you alright? you don't look so good." Jd says when you walk out of the bathroom.

"Well thank you. And I'm fine."

Later that same day on top of being nauseous and vomiting, you got your headache back. You got dizzy but you figured it was because you weren't eating.

~~~ the next day 61 hours

*Okay I need you to run a CT on Mr. Hooks to see if he has a liver Mass."

"Umm we already did that this morning." Jd said.

"Oh.. yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry I was just super swamped this morning that's all."

"Yeah, yeah I understand." But he was still worried tho.

Some people don't like to admit that they're sick even when the signs are jumping out at them….

"Hey Turk how are you?" You asked him.

"I've been in surgery all morning so you know how dat be, but what's up?"

"oh nothing I just wanted to ask a question about a patient."

"oh sure what's up?"

"well she's been throwing up but she's not pregnant, she already took a test and she's been dizzy and not hungry also throwing up and forgetting things. I just wanted your second opinion on what it might be?"

"could be a few things but I would say brain tumor."

"oh."

Because they're not ready for the bad news.

"you all right?"

"yeah... great thank you."

They're not ready for the new journey thats awaits them.

Now-

"You think you have a tumor?" Jd asks me.

"I don't know I know something's wrong I need you to run some tests for me but please just keep this between us."

"okay.. wait really you don't want Dr. Cox to Know?"

"Oh no, especially not him. Can I trust you?"

"...Yeah… you can. but don't you think he's going to be mad if he finds out?"

"No because it could be nothing. But thank you so much. I owe you one."

"Uh sure, do you want to do it later tonight?"

"sounds great thank you j.d." she says kissing my cheek.

And sometimes people don't tell others about there possible sickness which can end in a big downfall.

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shiro-0197 · 5 years ago

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Of course! The title is Yuukoku no moriarty, and it's honestly one of the best things I've EVER watched (next to aot and haikyuu) and I watch it with my mom 😆 they're all so pretty I might cry

oh that is SO understandable. We get flooded with lots of work too, our days are always filled with tuition classes and stuff, and the more active you are, the more responsibilities you have, which also eats a lot of time. (I'm VERY active in clubs and extracurriculars so I low-key don't have any time at all when schools on, so it's very nice to relax now)

I hope you find out soon!! And I hope you don't get those headaches :( they must be very annoying... Skdhskks that sounds so nice!! I hope breakfast goes well!!

I woke up early to join an event another Leo club from a different school was hosting. The president invited me and I went as a favour hhh. I'm probably gonna spend the rest of my day working on our event, and inviting people. My email and phone are so packed with contacts to invite 😣🙀 and I've been calling my members since morning to get them to help me with the promotion :D

oh that's so cute! It just personalises the names so well uwu and that way no one else except you guys will ever know which store you're referring to.

YES IT WOULD!! I'd love to bake with you. I totally wouldn't smear flour on you when you aren't noticing, wdym? 💁😼😋

oh I see!! So they celebrate Eid, then? Tho yes I think new year's is universal :D can't wait to count down and welcome the new year~ that sounds so cool!! Gonna check their videos out if I have time, and I added the song to my playlist!! I get what you mean, whenever the singer screams or something, chills istg! I used to listen to a song like that, it had a scream in it halfway but I forgot the name. I'll let you know if I remember!! Do you have a celebrity crush? I'm curious x)

IM GONNA FITE YOUR HEADACHE HOLD ME BACK HOW DARE IT PLAGUE YOU AND MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE >:(((((( brb gonna Google how to fight a headache :] tho I hope you have a good brunch :D

JB skfhskjdks no 😭😭 me and my friend constantly annoy each other with his song titles, especially "baby" cuz it's the cringiest thing ever, but we can't ever seen to drop it skckdhkdk

thank you!! And good luck to you too, I hope you have a good day!

—Ari

Ohh, it looks good! Thank you, I'll check it out<33

Ahh, that sounds so stressful!! I'm glad you have time to rest today, and I'm proud that you got through that everyday, I would've probably shrunken or something at that amount of work XD

Yep, though sometimes I get distracted enough to not notice them. I forgot how it feels to live without a headache, and now I dont know if I dont have it all the time and if I just imagine the pain sometimes, it's so confusing😭😭 It did!! It was nice, it was really quiet and I decided to put my phone away and it felt pretty good<3

Oho?? That's so cool! From a different school? Our schools have connections too but tbh we dont hold meetings together at all, that sounds so cool. I wish I went to your school😩 mine isn't bad but tbh I'd need something to keep me busy. I'm literally so used to having free time every day it's annoying. I hope you're holding up well with all your work, good luck♡♡

Ahahah, food fight during baking🥰 that sounds like a huge mess, I'm in.

Yeah, they do!! Though not everyone does the fasting part, they still celebrate it.

I hope you like 'em!! And sameeee the absolute blast I feel whenever they scream is INSANE, I'd love to hear that song you're talking about hehe~

A celebrity crush? Well, I'm not really big on celebrities right now XD though about an year abo I was obsessed with Brian Dechart and Ben Lambert, the guys who played Connor and Simon in Detroit: Become Human. I watched EVERYTHING I could find with them.

Also, idk if it counts, but I really admire a girl from Kuro's school. He keeps talking about her, saying how cool she is and what awesome stuff her and her class do. Shes also one of the main members (idk, maybe shes the leader? I'm not sure) of the KVN club of their school, which is really cool. It might be a waste of time, but if you're curious you can check out the team's insta - 6madam - and theres everything else you need. The girl's name is Raushan and the amount of stuff she does for the school is really cool:)

HOW ARE YOU GONNA FIGHT MY HEADACHE ARE YOU GONNA LKE HIT MY HEAD😭😭😭 PLS SOME CUDDLES WOULD BE FINE😝💕 nooo you have a lot to do on your own!!!

BWAHAHAH I feel you, when someone mentions the "Baby", no one can stop singing the freaking "baby, baby, oeaughbehhfhdhhr" part and it's so HORRYFYING sometimes but also so FUNNY😭

I hope school's been treating you well, love you lots😝💖💞💝💕

#Ari💕

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so like i hung out w the bf for like almost 12 hrs today and we went into 6 different cafes & restaurants like holy Shité i have never been so sick of food like i didnt even eat That Much so i wasnt like crazy full but just,,,, 12 hrs centered around tea and snacks and idk eating sjejjsjsjs im gonna vom, although that might be because i drank a tiny bit and im like super weak for alcohol sjjejwjwsj i dont even get drunk i go straight to a headache / hangover so i only took a few sips but still sjejjwbekaskjww and he kept??? freakin paying for everything like even the taxi (ya we took a taxi???! im a public transit kinda girl cuz... cheap...????) Bro u kno i have Money, Right?!!? >_< like he would not let me pay / split cuz im "still a student" LMFAO SHEJWJWJKS I FELT SOOOO BAD LIKE WTF! and then my friends were all like "omg is ur bf rich?!" and i was like dude r u rich?! and he was like, laughs no and im like ?!!????? also he was like what do u wanna do for xmas wanna go see a musical / opera on broadway or whatever and im like BRUH ARENT THOSE EXPENSIVE and hes like "idk its ok tho if u wanna go i'll get tix" and im like ?!!??!! i am under the impression that musical tix around xmas time r Hella $ im so confused y r we doing low key bougie ass shit when allegedly neither of us r rich what is ur definition of rich omg u kno when i hang w my friends we just crash at each others places and spend as little money as possible cuz we r broke ass college bonches this is so wild????? other than that tho, today was rly fun and i just liked talking w himb for ~12 hrs LOL i wish i could just do the thing i do w my friends which is chill at home and watch films or cook togeher or order in or smth and SAVE MONEY but for various reasons he cant come to my house and i cant rly go to his atm either so guess i'll die lol and when i walked in at 11 30pm my whole ass fam was watching tv in the living room and stared at me when i walked in w this Look that said "we are pretty sure u have a bf and u were out w him the whole day" but they just asked were u out drinking??? which is, yes, but only a tiny bit, i just do a lot of blush LOL so i said yea but they didnt ask with who so i didnt elaborate but if they asked, id just have said friend(s) which isnt totally a lie, i mean we are friends lol, i think my parents never press me for answers cuz i've never given them trouble and was like the perfect student at school, straight a's so they respect me / trust me (even tho i dont trust them but they dont kno that) or at least, trust that i can take care of myself, so i never tell them shit, they dont kno jack abt me, that im bi, or low key depressed, they dont even know what i draw or that im online and post art or whatever, and i bet they arent pressing me w the boyfriend questions cuz they think i'll tell them when im "ready" but jokes on them, that'll never happen, or at least not until i am financially independent and OUTTA THIS HOUSE, by which point, they cant do shit to me or tell me shit so errrr lmao idc if they think / know im lying im just gonna deny it if they ever ask lool what r u gonna do, stalk me? lock me in the house? lmfao.

#.txt #sorry this is so long im just so ajewjsw #also this is my blog so whatever i do wat i want

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callboxkat · 6 years ago

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(Un)Broken - part 3

Author’s note: I’m back! It’ll be at least a week before you guys get another part, but have this one for now. :)

Warnings: self deprecation, headache mention, doctor mention, injury mention, food mention

Word count: 1579

Masterpost in the notes!

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Patton walked into his apartment and quietly shut the door behind him. He slid the lock into place, then leaned back against the door with a soft sigh. He didn’t know why he was upset. He should be happy, shouldn’t he? He’d spent the evening bowling with his friends, after all.

He just kept remembering that moment, when he’d cheered about Logan knocking down those two pins—because Logan had been having a really hard time, and it was the first time they’d hung out together having fun like they had before his injury, and Patton had just been so excited to see him finally hit some pins! Logan, though, had clearly not been nearly as excited. Patton had seen how he rolled his eyes. Probably thinking that Patton was making fun of him. But Patton would never do that—Logan was one of his favorite people in the world!

Patton traipsed over to his sofa and threw himself onto it heavily, facedown on the cushions.

He knew that it was dumb. It was just one little thing, one little eye roll. It just hurt him to think that Logan might have thought poorly of him, even for a second.

He was distracted from his wallowing when his phone chimed its text tone at him. Patton reluctantly rolled partway over, just enough to grab his phone from his pocket and bring it up to his face.

Oh! It was Logan! Patton quickly swiped to open the message. It was a group text, sent out to all of them.

Logan: I greatly enjoyed our excursion to the bowling alley this afternoon. I hope that everyone else had as pleasant of a time as I did.

A second message popped up a minute later.

Logan: My apologies if I somehow lessened anyone’s enjoyment of the evening. I understand that especially while I am still in recovery, I am not the most ‘fun’ person to be around. Thank you for inviting me along.

Patton started furiously typing, but a series of other messages were already flooding in from Joan, Virgil, and Roman, all telling Logan that they’d had fun too, and yelling at him for implying that he’d somehow made the evening any less fun. Patton sent off his own message anyway, and as soon as he did, the notification that Talyn was typing their own response came up. Good. Logan didn’t get to talk bad about himself! Not on their watch!

Several long minutes went by, and then Logan responded.

Logan: Perhaps I misread the situation. Thank you for your assurances. It will not be necessary to ‘march over to my house’, ‘physically fite’ me, or hug me so tight that you ‘wring out the nerdiness’

Logan: Additionally, Virgil, I feel the need to remind you that Patton may decide to physically fight you if you continue to insist that gloominess is your area of expertise.

Patton paused, then scrolled up. He must have missed that message in the barrage of notifications. He found it—Virgil didn’t get to be self-deprecating either!—then scrolled back down to reply.

Patton: I will! I’ll fite both of you if I have to!!!

Virgil: Ok Pat chill, no fighting necessary

Patton: Good!

Roman: We should go bowling again. You all only got a glimpse of my skills.

Roman: (Virgils dont interact)

Virgil’s and Logan’s replies came through simultaneously.

Logan: I do think I would enjoy another such outing.

Virgil: You can’t stop me

The chat devolved into banter after that, mostly between Virgil and Roman. Patton just read the messages as they came through, not replying, until the others had to leave.

…

Monday rolled around all too quickly for Patton’s taste. He didn’t particularly want to get up early today, to go to class—one of them was math, after all—but he supposed there were bright sides. He did also have an art class today, and he would get to see his friends at lunch! He just preferred Tuesdays and Thursdays to the other three days of the school week because he had his actual classes with his friends.

Patton struggled through his morning class, which felt like it was moving at a glacial pace. He felt like he’d been there for so long. But finally, the bell rang; and with immense relief, he traipsed down to the cafeteria to meet his friends.

“I don’t blame you,” Roman said when Patton had finished sharing today’s math class woes. They and Virgil were sitting together, eating lunch in the cafeteria. “When are you ever going to need to know how to calculate a third derivative?”

“Exactly,” Patton sighed, putting his head down on the cafeteria table. “But it’s required, for my major….”

“You—you could always ask Logan for help,” Virgil suggested after a moment. “He’s pretty good at math.”

“Uh, yeah, I sure hope he is,” Roman said, his tone of voice mimicking that of a certain well-known six-second-video. “He’s a math major.”

Patton shook his head, but he did so without lifting it off the table, so it was more like he just rolled it morosely from side to side. “I don’t wanna bother him. He’s still got his concussion thingy to deal with.”

“C’mon, Pat, it couldn’t hurt to ask,” Roman said. “Besides, he could do derivatives in his sleep. Concussion or not.”

Patton just let out a soft, extended whine. If he hadn’t still had his head down on the wooden table, he would have seen Virgil and Roman glance at each other.

He felt a gentle poke on the top of his head. “What’s up?” Virgil asked.

“He’s gonna think I’m dumb,” Patton mumbled.

“Why would he think that?” Roman sounded genuinely confused. Patton could hear Virgil’s chair creaking as he shifted.

“Because he already does,” he heard himself whine. He knew he should just stop talking, but… whoops.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Virgil argued.

At the same time, Roman said, “That’s preposterous!” He normally had a habit of pronouncing it like ‘perpostrous’, which annoyed Logan to no end. He was pretty sure Roman did it on purpose at this point, evidenced by the fact that he said it correctly this time, when Logan wasn’t there.

“Logan knows you’re not dumb,” Virgil continued. “And it’s not like he hasn’t helped you before. What’s up?”

Patton sighed, gathered his willpower, and lifted his head from the table, sitting up. “I… I guess you’re right,” he sighed. He forced his features into a meek smile. “Sorry, kiddos. I’m just tired.”

“That’s okay.” Roman said.

“I mean… I get it,” Virgil said quietly. “Logan’s got stuff to worry about already. But he’s getting better, isn’t he? He’s allowed to drive and use phones and everything again. And it’s—it’s like Ro said, the stuff you’re working on is easy for him. I’m not—I’m not saying it is easy,” he amended quickly, even though Patton hadn’t been offended. “Logan’s just….”

“A huge nerd?” Roman suggested.

“A huge nerd. In a good way. Not being like him doesn’t make someone dumb. And you—” he fixed Patton with such an intense stare that the sophomore actually shrank backwards a bit. “You. Are. Not. Dumb. Nobody thinks you are. Not me, not Roman, not Talyn or Joan… and Logan sure as heck doesn’t think you’re dumb either.”

“But….”

Virgil was clearly running out of steam (that still happened sometimes when he talked a lot, though he was getting better) so Roman jumped in.

“If we’re not allowed to talk bad about ourselves, neither are you.”

Patton looked at them both for a second. Virgil was chewing the corner of his bottom lip and Roman had half a piece of Crofter’s-covered toast forgotten in one hand, but both were looking at him intently.

“O-o-okay. You’re right. I just got a bit silly, I suppose. I don’t like not understanding things.”

“We know,” Roman said. “You could always get someone else to tutor you, but I’m sure Logan’ll help if you ask…. Where is he, anyway?” He frowned slightly, leaning away from the table to look around.

Patton searched the room for a moment too, then glanced at the Mickey Mouse watch on his wrist. Logan should definitely have been here by now, if he were coming.

Virgil briefly chewed his lip a bit more intensely than before, then stopped and opened his mouth. “He—could he be sick?”

Roman sighed. “Probably… I hope he’s okay. Logan never misses class.”

That was true. The first time any of them remembered Logan missing class had been when he’d gone to the hospital after his accident. Logan valued class attendance too highly, and he was religious about hygiene, so he rarely so much as caught a mild cold. Recently, though, things were different.

“Could be another doctor’s appointment,” Patton mused noncommittally.

“I thought he had one on Friday, though,” Virgil pointed out with a frown.

Roman shrugged. “He’s probably fine.” He set down the toast that he seemed to finally remember was in his hand. “I for one am just glad he’s taking care of himself.”

Virgil nodded in agreement. Patton took a sip from his drink and didn’t respond.

“Hey…uh, you’ve got an art class today, right?” Virgil asked, changing the subject.

Patton nodded, brightening. “I sure do!”

“What are you working on?”

Patton turned to grab a little sketchbook from his backpack and opened it up, showing Virgil a few sketches as he talked about his current project. He knew Virgil was trying to distract him. He let him do it.

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jinniesxlamp · 6 years ago

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Goodbye, Hello - Chapter 3

LIST OF CHAPTERS –> Masterlist

It wasn’t the obvious rumbling of footsteps behind you, nor was it the faint noise of cars and buses from outside the building but rather, the poor sentence structures and countless grammatical errors of the article you were reading that precipitated the delusional headache you were starting to have.

You examined the entire page carefully scanning through another then another only to worsen the sourness drawn all over your face. The middle-aged man who sat nervously across you however, helplessly wiped the sweat that poured endlessly from his temples.

Upon finishing only less than a quarter of the one hundred seventy one-paged bundle, you finally decided to stop, tossing it gently on the table right in front of you sending the poor, office man slightly jumping from his seat as if already knowing what was coming for him.

At one corner of the suffocating room stood a petite woman, corporately dressed in a white long sleeved blouse inserted in a black pencil skirt which fell just below her knees, hair tied in a clean bun and a leather clipboard hugged on her chest with both arms. Unlike the man who she glanced at with sympathy, she remained calm and unbothered waiting for the next thing to happen.

No matter how positively they tried to think about what could transpire in a second or two, the way you rubbed your temples just after releasing a very frustrated sigh convinced them—it will not be good.

“Revise everything by 9:00 am tomorrow.” You said quite firmly.

“E-everything?” Stuttered the panicked man which you only replied with a blank stare.

“B-b-but this is due to air tomorrow at 11:00 am” hesitantly, he answered back avoiding eye contact.

“I know. Submit the revisions by 9:00 am tomorrow” coldly, you shot him a look that sent chills to his spine.

“W-we might not make it on time for airing tomorrow if we revise it now”

The slight change in the tone of his voice, though it wasn’t necessarily offensive or disrespectful only aggrevated the tension inside the room. He knew he shouldn’t have said that. But the damage had been done and all he could possibly do was wait for hell to break loose. He sat there in despair watching you shift your position from slouching sideways on your chair to moving towards the table, leaning forward while clasping both hands sternly and resting them on the table as you cleared your throat.

“Tell me, Mr. Choi. Whose job is it to produce a script for tomorrow’s show?”

There was a slight pause.

“Mine” with his head hanging down, he said in defeat. You nodded.

“And whose fault is it that you failed to come up with a competent script a day before it was supposed to air?”

“Mine” he took a stab on his ego and sighed lifelessly.

In a matter of a few minutes, the torturous meeting had ended. Mr. Choi slowly took his rejected work from the table and dragged himself heavily out the door. You couldn’t help but take a deep breath, releasing a pursed-lip sigh, slouching back on the chair, thinking about a million things all at once.

The only thing that seemed to take your mind off all the stress was the picture of a woman framed at the right end of the table. After staring at it for awhile, you finally gave in to the urge of taking it in your hand, allowing yourself to be embraced by the soothing feeling it brought you.

“She’s proud of you” spoke a warm woman’s voice who you almost forgot was there.

Your longing gaze never leaving the picture, speaking to it without any words but a thousand emotions.

“She’s proud of you too” you whispered back, just enough for her to hear.

“We should get going, you’re expected at the shooting today” reminded the young lady, Soojin.

“Hm? Which one?” Raising an eyebrow, turning to her in a state of complete oblivion.

“Champion Trainee”

“Mwo? What do they need me there for? Executive Producer Park In Jung took care of everything......didn’t he?”

After having recovered from your meeting with Mr. Choi awhile ago, again, you started to feel your blood pressure rising at the mere thought of everything that could go wrong.

Soojin, who seemed to be as perplexed about the situation as you were, sighed initially in response.

“Yes. But.....unfortunately they had to replace two judges yesterday and they needed all the producers to meet the new cast.”

She stated, reading through her notes from the clipboard she was holding.

“Why did they have to replace them? And with who?” The sour face that had just recently disappeared had began showing again at the mere thought of being informed about this last minute.

Out of all the things you hated about working with Park In Jung—the highly respected, multi-awarded show producer, was that he always made his own decisions without considering the opinion of the rest of the team. Especially you. This was your first project as Supervising Producer.

“Let’s get you there so we can answer those questions” replied Soojin as she scanned her notes, trying to find something that might have answered your questions

“Arasso” again, for the hundredth time today, you released a heavy sigh, pressing your lips on the picture frame before unwillingly putting it back in its place.

The drive towards the venue took only about ten minutes given the fact that both your office and the filming location were situated in Gangnam. As soon as you entered the building, you started brisk walking until reaching the right studio. The show is expected to go live in about six hours from now. Scanning through the venue from the camera placements, to the snack bar and most importantly, the stage. Everything seemed to look ready as it should, allowing you to relax.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called out, Park In Jung.

You waited (im)patiently as he made his way towards your direction with another man who you could barely see from a distance. By the time they had gotten close enough, you could start picturing the other man’s features one by one until you recognized him.

“Just in time. Let’s proceed to the meeting room.” said In Jung.

Irritated with him as you were, you shifted your glance right away to the ever so familiar body that stood next to him. He returned your glances, signaling familiarity on his end as well. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him.

“Oh, my apologies. Where are my manners—” started In Jung

“Y/N, this Monsta x’s Lee Jooheon. Although I’m quite sure you know him already. Jooheon, this is Y/N our Supervising Producer for this season.”

“I think I’ve seen you before, we’ve met in the past, haven’t we?” said Jooheon, holding out his hand as he tried to pretend he didn’t recognize me; I rolled my eyes at the back of my head, giving him a fake smile.

“Yes, I interned as a producer in one of your shows with Mnet a couple years ago.”

We had a few minutes of small talk while both Soojin and In Jung answered phone calls.

“Soojinssi, please lead them to the meeting room. Our last person should meet me here in a few minutes. All the rest of the cast should be there.”

Soojin nodded in response, leading the way for both Jooheon and I. We had a quiet walk towards the meeting room, waiting until Soojin made her stop. Just before she had laid her hands on the doorknob, I heard a loud ring coming from my left coat pocket.

“Go ahead. I’ll be right there.” I said, gesturing them to enter the room.

“Yeoboseyo?”

Yoongi’s POV

Leaving aside the exemplary taste of Jin hyung’s cooking earlier, the empty elevator that opened right in front of me marked a good day ahead.

9:03 am

“Three minutes late. Not bad, Min Yoongi” I smirked to myself.

See, I never was a morning person to begin with. I was always late for early morning, yet alone, last minute meetings but today wasn’t so bad. Even Jimin was surprised to see me getting ready awhile ago. As the door slid open on the third floor, I hauled myself across the hallways trying to find the correct studio number, ignoring all the usual stares I was getting.

Studio 25 A. This was it. Just as I stepped inside, Park In Jung was already standing twenty feet from the door. He was busy texting on his phone, I took the initiative and approached him instead.

“Annyeonghaseyo” I bowed, greeting him formally.

“Oh! Annyeonghaseyo” he greeted back.

“In behalf of the team, allow me to express our gratitude ahead. Thank you for accepting this project even with the very short notice” there was a nervous laugh from his end which I acknowledged with a nod and a quirky smile.

“Let’s get you to the meeting room.”

We slowly made our way to where the rest of everybody waited, this was a busy building. There were people coming from all four directions, running, yelling and what-not. It was only when I heard In Jung’s phone ring that I turned back towards our own direction.

“Yeoboseyo?—Oh?—De—We’re thirty seconds away—Mwo?—Oh...I see, I see—Alright”

As soon he had gotten off the phone, he turned to me.

“That was our Supervising Producer. She won’t be able to stay for the meeting and wanted me to extend her apologies to you.”

“I understand, there’s still a lot of time for us to meet.”

Twenty minutes later, we were already half way through the meeting. In the room with me were faces which weren’t foreign at all.

To my right sat Loco who sat by Blackpink’s Lisa. On my left, Monsta x’s Jooheon was scribbling notes on his copy of the show guide which was distributed before we started. Next to him was Got7’s Bambam who looked as clueless as TWICE’s Chaeyoung, constantly peeking over Mamamoo’s Hwasa’s notes. The rest of the seats were occupied by all directors and producers, except one who just called In Jung earlier.

While everyone else was busy signing the contract, reading or making small talk, I started fiddling with my own set of documents, flipping through the pages of the show guide, trying to acquaint myself with who I was working with. This was a big project. In fact, one of the biggest ones I signed up for outside BTS.

Aside from having Park In Jung as Executive producer, Ha Da Young was also listed as Director. A few of her well known shows were Infinite Challenge and King of Mask Singer, both earning the top rates during their air time.

As I read further down the same page, a certain name caught my attention. The name I knew for sure, but I was certain this wasn’t the same person I was thinking of. I pointed my finger on that same line, tracing it towards left, trying to match it with this person’s title; Y/N, Supervising Producer. The same person who was on the phone with In Jung.

“Jugiyo, did the Supervising Producer come in earlier?” In a whisper, I turned to Loco to ask.

“De. She came by for a little bit. Wae?” He nodded, blinking ignorantly.

“The name sounds familiar to me. What was she like?” I said, unconsciously dwelling more into the topic.

“Hmm—

She was...proper? I don’t know how to put it but she looked exactly like what her title says she was” he responded with an innocent question mark all over his face, scratching the back of his head.

“I see” By this time, an arrogrant grunt made its way out my lips. Of course. What was I thinking.

This couldn’t be her.

Y/N’s POV

Twelve hours later and still here I was, constantly yawning in between writing e-mails. Taking another sip from my coffee, something I shouldn’t even be drinking at 9:34 pm, I took out the letter that was laying in between my computer and Myunghwa’s picture. It was the same letter handed to me by CEO Byeon earlier today. He called me before the meeting at the shooting site, requesting for me to leave ASAP as he had important matters to discuss with me.

In the letter and with our short coversation this morning, he had brought my attention to an issue they had with In Jung. From what I understood, they were suspecting In Jung of money laudering, using the upcoming show as the object for his ulterior motives.

“We are currently gathering all the information we could until we have enough proof to remove him from this project. But when the time comes, we will need to find a new Executive Producer for this and you, Y/N is the board’s first choice. Think this over. We will give you enough time.”

You couldn’t help but push yourself back on your seat, rubbing your face with both hands as if trying to remove all thoughts from your head. A sudden promotion would become more of a crisis than a blessing; you didn’t know if you were ready for all of this.

At the left edge of the desk laid a copy of the show guide which was faxed to Soojin in the afternoon. Eyeing it for three seconds, you slid it across the table towards you, picking it up and flicking through the contents of it.

Judges

Hwasa (MAMAMOO)

Loco (Solo Artist)

Bambam (Got7)

Reaching the end of this page, you flipped through the next one, taking another sip off your cup and putting it down, preparing to read the rest of the names listed.

Out of nowhere, the same loud noise that always startled you, along with the flickering brightess of your phone screen surprised you enough, accidentally tripping the cup of coffee. Panic started to consume you seeing the trail of brown liquid running towards your computer. No tissues or paper towels were in sight, leaving you no choice but to grab the closest thing to you. Just before the spilt coffee touched the foot of your computer, you managed to crumple the show guide you were just reading, cleaning your desk as you answered your phone.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Please tell me you’re home” sighed Soojin who was already disappointed knowing you weren’t.

“I’m headed home in two minutes.” You responded with the truth. This day needed to end for you.

“You better not be lying, eonnie. You’re still my sister outside the office.”

“I know, I know. I’m just cleaning the coffee I spilled and I’m leaving” I said, tossing the soaked pieces of paper into the trash beneath the desk.

“Arasso. Grab something to eat before you head home. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Arasso. Good night.”

Taking a deep breath, scanning through your office one last time, you decided to turn off the computer then the lights, grabbing your purse as you made your way outside the door.

“Tomorrow is another day.”

You said to yourself.

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pbandjesse · 5 years ago

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Today was a good day. And we probably have a new president and things are great!!! I have had two nose bleeds and weird headaches so I am probably dying but its also probably just stress.

I slept alright. I had trouble falling asleep and then when James woke me up I was so tired I was dizzy. I felt bad sleeping while Jess was up, but I couldnt do it. So I slept until 930 and still didnt feel great but washing my face and stuff helped.

I got dressed and felt good. Jess trimmed my hair last night and she did such a good job. I felt super cute. We had been up, me, her and James, real late hanging out and laughing and working on store stuff. It was just a lot of fun. And today was fun too.

I had a churro while Jess finished her makeup and then we all went and piled in the car to go to the park.

It was a nice drive. And we got out to Loch Raven and it was beautiful today. The leaves were all changed and they had closed the main road so we could walk and the pine needles had piled up and I loved walking on those. They remind me of when I was a kid and we had two pine trees in the front yard. I always liked that texture under my shoes.

We walked to the little beach and took pictures and enjoyed the water and the geese. I climbed a tree. It was lovely.

I sort of wanted to go in the woods but Jess was hungry so we headed out. We ordered food from James's restaurant. And that worked out great because we were dropping him off there to go in early. Because the other two expo people quit. So he is again the only expo. Cool!!! Not.

We got our food, Dropped James off. I got a very good hug. And then we drove home. Had a really nice brunch. And after we cleaned up off we went again.

I wanted to go to second avenue and somehow we ended up at not the one I have been to before. But it was gigantic. Just the largest thrift store. I had a great time but it was pretty overwhelming at first. Jess had driven us there in her new car and that was nice.

We picked up a lot of stuff. Not so much clothes. Just things. Jess got a telephone table which is wooden and very sturdy. I got a beautiful mini quilt that is white and blue. I also got another Cheezer beanie baby. Very exciting.

Clothes wasnt as successful but thats okay. I got a poncho blanket thing. I ended up giving up on clothes when I was in the aisle looking at skirts and two women had their masks pulled down and I was just super annoyed So I went and told Jess that people are stupid and soon we went to get in the line.

The cashier was kind of the worst (whispersing, annoyed with us for no reason, charged us for a bag when we said we didnt want one) and we think she might have double charged us. But its whatever.

We headed out. Had to figure out how to put Jess's backseats down. Once that was done we looked up the next closest thrift store and it was a goodwill a mile away so off we went.

But it ended up being a bust. Just a bad lay out, very expensive goodwill. And the parking lot sucked. But whatever.

We left there and went over to the craft store to look for felting needles but didnt have any luck. And then next to there was a Marshals so we went there too. I got a face serum and she got a game and off we went.

When we got to the car I opened instagram and thats when I learned they were calling the election. Omg. Jess didnt 100% believe it until we got back. And honestly I dont blame her. I have been avoiding it so much I had a lot of things to catch up on. And like. I am still convinced Trump wont peacefully conceded. Because he's a classless gremlin of a man. But I can be excited at least a little. As a treat.

We got back here and caught up on so much election. Hung out in the living room. Went and played a little animal crossing. But then I started not feeling so good. And it was decided we would take a nap for an hour.

I laid in bed. Texted with my brother for a little while. And slept for about 45 minutes.

When I woke up I still didnt feel great, but Jess felt very bad. So we hung out drinking water and trying to shake off the bad feeling. I had a little snack and that helped me. And we decided to order poke. We went with the place in R house and it was such a good plan.

We got out there and I forgot how much I like that neighnorhood. We got our food and also got ice cream. Jess got a dairy free roasted strawberry and I got a peppermint piece and chocolate cookie nonsense that is amazing. A great day.

We got back and my food was slightly wrong. It had all the pieces but was supposed to be a burrito not a bowl. But thats okay because it was honestly so good. I will be getting that again!

We hung out and ate and weve basically been chilling on the couch all night. I did have that wild series of nose bleeds but like. I dont feel to bad. And now James just walked in. Thats great. Im feeling good but also very sleepy.

Tomorrow we have some plans to stop at a few places but Jess is going to leave early so she can get back home before the sun goes down. That will give me time to work on the first aid class so I dont have to try to do it all at once.

I am going to go wash my face and get ready to go to bed. I hope you are all still taking care of yourselves. Goodnight everyone.

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mooncalf87 · 3 years ago

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Ever wonder how and when Bunty Broadacre realized she was in love with Newt Scamander? Well, so did I. So, I made this.

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Newt glanced over at Bunty, who was checking the temperature of the Kelpies tank. They had been coworkers for just over three years now, and saw each other more as best mates, than they did those same people that they met back in Hawaii. Their work would start at six in the morning and end at five in the evening or later, so they usually ate together, and some of the hilarious conversations they had over meals were just enough to make them best mates.

He watched her for a moment. She had seemed a little off today. She was pale with rosie cheeks, didn't have much of an appetite, hadn't talked much, when she did talk she sounded like her nose was extremely stuffed up, and had looked extremely exhausted the whole day, in which was worrying considering it was nearly nine at night, and had been this way since six A.M. she had had a few coughing fits during the day, but said it was just inhaling the polin from the bees.

He turned away and took back to the beast he was handling. After a minute he heard her inhale sharply and sneeze, four times.

"Bless you! Are you sure you're okay, Bunty?" Newt said to her.

"Yeah, I'm-" she was about to finish, but clapped a hand out her mouth, jumped up and rushed upstairs.

"Bunty!" He called, worried, rushing up the stairs behind her. He herd the sounds of retching coming from the bathroom, and that made him only more worried. He pushed open the door and saw her; she was sitting on the floor, her back facing him because she was leaning up against the bottem counter, her hands gripping the toilet seat so hard her knuckles were white and beads of sweat collecting on her forehead.

Newt got a washcloth out of the cabinet and ran it under cool water, he sat down behind her, gathered her red hair in his hand and pressed the washcloth to the nape of her neck, while rubbing slow circles on her back with his other hand.

She kept saying "im sorry." In between getting sick.

"Bunty, its not your fault. I knew you were feeling ill, im here for you, I'll help you, Bunty, im here." He said, reajusting the cool washcloth, and pressing it to her forehead. She nodded weakly before getting sick again.

They sat there for a while, Newt could tell how absolutely miserable Bunty was. He could almost feel the heat radiating off of her body.

He took the washcloth off her forehead, and pressed the back of his hand to it. "Bunty, you're burning up!" He exclaimed, no too loudly, as whenever he was sick he always got bad headaches and he didn't want to hurt her head if she had one.

She let out a small pained moan, before getting sick again. She sighed and sat back, finally feeling like her stomach could settle down. She felt Newt gently help her to sit back, leaning against him. She pressed her face in his neck, and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"Bunty, im not letting you go home. Not like this. You're ill. This is an order from your boss, you have to stay here, and let me take care if you." Newt said, taking the washcloth off her neck and running it under the tap of cold water, and then pressing it to her forehead again. She was glad for this. For him. She nodded weakly, and sighed again. The cold cloth felt good, she had had the chills or overheating all day. Right now she felt like she had just stepped out of the desert habitat.

"Are you dizzy at all? Do you think you could safely walk?" Newt asked softly.

"I'm really dizzy." Bunty said, her voice quiet. "I can walk, I might trip, can you help me?"

"Of course." He said. He grabbed the washcloth and draped it over the water tap of his sink, before carefully helping Bunty to her feet. He flushed the toilet and put his arm around her.

She clung to his arm, the whole world around her spinning. "Come on, Bunty, you're alright. I've got you. If you fall, I'll catch you. I'll catch you, Bunty." He said.

They slowly made their way into the one room of Newts house, Bunty had grabbed the wall multiple times. She was dizzy, shakey, her stomach was upset, her nose was clogged, her head hurt like mad, she was hot but had the chills, her throat hurt, and she was absolutely exhausted. She was miserable.

She sat on the edge of Newts bed and closed her eyes. She was miserable. More than she ever had been in her life. Newt walked over to the window and opened it, letting the cool June air filter through the screen. He took off his suspenders, and draped them over the edge of his chair, and then walked over to Bunty. He reached down her overcoat and helped her take it off, so she was more comfortable in her trousers and blouse. She sighed and put her head in her hands.

"I'm afraid I don't have any pepper-up. You'll have to ride this out the Muggle way." Newt said, placing one of his hands on her shoulder.

"I want you to get some rest, Bunty, I will go lock the basement door so no one gets out. I will be right back." Newt said, he stood and walked towards his small dining room where is basement door was. She heard the clink of the locks and then him walking back.

She opened her eyes and smiled at what she saw; Newt was bending down, holding the hand of Deugal, who looked very concerned about her.

He let go of Newt and rushed dover to Bunty, and climbed up on her lap.

"Carfully now, Deugal. Bunty isn't feeling very well, be gentle with her." Newt said sitting back down where he was before.

Deugal nodded, being one of the only creatures who could fully understand English, and turned back to Bunty. He put his arms around her neck, and sat in her lap. He looked up at Bunty for her approval, and she gave a nod, wrapping her arms around the white-furred creature.

Bunty felt her eyes beginning to droop and herd Newts voice. "I want you to lay down and relax Bunty, even if you don't sleep. Just rest yourself. I will be right here, okay?" He said, moving so he sat on the left of Bunty, next to her, and grabbing his notebook where he wrote his book.

"Okay." Bunty said. Newt helped her to lay down under the covers, Deugal still clinging to his ill owner, Newt used "Accio" to get a box of tissues for her, and a bowl incase she was sick again in the night.

She was a bit embarrassed about the whole ordeal, but she was happy the person to help her was Newt, her friend. Her only mate, really, she annoyed people so she was offen disliked.

As she turned on her side and pulled the blanket up to her neck, and her brain got fuzzy with sleep, but she could remember saying, "thank you, Newt."

Right before she fell asleep, she realized one thing.

She was in love with Newt Scamander.

#bunty broadacre #newt scamander #sickfic #fantastic beats and where to find them #harry potter fanfiction

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feverhalo · 7 years ago

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So. Heres this old fic from uhhhhhhhhhhhhh I really don’t remember how long ago. Originally I had it split into 3 parts on the posts that inspired it- and it was my first attempt at writing anything along the lines of stuffing, but it kind of ended up more like he was already coming down with something. It was on my first attempt at a fic blog- way back when and it got deleted because I didnt know how sideblogs worked back then and goofed. Thought I lost everything, then I found an old disc with a whole whack of it on there.

At the moment I can only find 2 of the 3 posts of the art that inspired it here and here. I’ll link the missing post as soon as I find it.

so um, warnings for vomit, cussing, and over-eating-ish and mentions of drinking. and I also am not editing it because im super lazy so its in the same glory as it was when i posted it years ago (2012 apparently)

2,864 words, apparently.

“Come on people! When I say I want you all mobilized in fifteen I don’t mean in half a damn hour. I mean twenty minutes ago.” Fury fumed over the intercom from his station on scene. His voice bounced off the inside of the transport van and rung through each individual earpiece. “Rise and shine, ‘cause we are in a fucking war against some baddies if you haven’t all noticed. You are my agents and I am expecting you to do your damn jobs at my order.”

“Load of fucking shit,” the sniper agent to Clint’s left mumbled, “two a.m. wakeup call is horseshit. I just finished a mission and got back at ten last night.”

“Yeah, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D brother, what did you think this was? Day camp?” Clint double checked his packet was still together. He’d read it once they got to their positions, it was too dark inside the van. He shook his head a bit when the other agent went back to fuming. Running on low sleep was nothing, sure the headaches and fuzziness were a pain in the ass sometimes but it’s not hard to get used to. You have to get used to it in this job. Same with messed up schedules on basically everything. They would get an hour tops to set up and get ready for a long haul on their stations.

What he managed to make sense of before climbing in the back of the vehicle through his sleep-fogged mind was that they needed to be ready for anything by three thirty, three forty five at the latest with the other crew up ahead of them set up. He rubbed his face trying to wake up more, must be all the time he’s spent on normal schedule lately, it was causing a real issue. He wasn’t looking forward to the no doubt shitty and militant type food they were all going to have for breakfast within the next hour either. He was getting soft on the new routine of near-normal sleep and actual tasteful food instead of vacuum packed crap made for boosting endurance.

He leaned back to try and get into the mindset for the day. It was going to be a very very long one. Someone mentioned they might be stuck out there until seven that night. By then they’d have relief agents come in to give them a break, but as Hawkeye, well he was probably expected to stay around. Most teams wouldn’t shelf their best shooter if they could help it. He’d probably get a nap in at some stationed area. Though the accidental nap he got on the way there wasn’t something he completely cursed even though he didn’t like the fact of it.

“Alright, come on move out you all got a lot to go over and not much time.” The voice crackling into his ear is what startled him awake, and the hatch of the van swinging open definitely helped make that happen faster. Keeping near silent, everyone filed out and headed into the building while Agent Hill took control of their transport and directed it to their station a little ways away hidden in a different building.

Everyone was handed a pack; filled with the shitty food and bottles of water for their posts, their weapons if they hadn’t brought any and extra ammo and pieces if they did, additional intel for their briefing packages according to pay grade, and some quick hushed instruction to where they were all to be.

Clint took his without a word and made his way to his post. Abandoned, or purposefully emptied, industrial building and the usual sort of interior. Too much moving about would give away his position on the metal catwalk. He had a few windows to observe through and a railing to his back. He dropped his pack as lightly and quietly as he could and set himself facing the railing to observe everyone being dispatched while he read over his briefing package.

Exact sort of thing he expected since they woke him up. Nothing too big, but big enough to require a lot of force if anything went bad. He was given another radio code with instructions to call the other Avengers if things turned too ugly. And it was going to be a long-ass day. No break in sight until afternoon if they were lucky. He ripped open the first package of… well. He opened the first nutritional packet and set to work on it mindlessly while he kept reading and rereading. This was coded, but memorizing it and burning it was always his procedure.

By the fourth read through he was nearly done the second pack. Best to eat as much as he could, as much as he hated it and was off-put by eating at such a strange time after the Avengers got together. Professional agent Clint Barton, code name Hawkeye, sharpest shooter as they came- but totally useless without a sugar rush to start him at this time of night, and hell to deal with if he crashes afterward. Carbs, protein, sugar. The three biggest and most annoying things to eat right now, low on time and rushing to compensate for his mental sluggishness at this hour.

He startled himself with a small belch and nearly dropped everything. He did a quick scan and everything seemed normal. Confused for a second longer as to the origin of the sound, he came to the realization when he hiccupped. Ah. Right. He was eating, and apparently at the speed he was reading if the blooming discomfort in his slightly distended abdomen was anything to go by. He took a swig of the only soda from his pack, no doubt put there as a favor from a very sneaky woman. He let it fizz up in his mouth before swallowing it.

New diet. That’s another thing he reminded himself to update S.H.I.E.L.D on before the next mission. He downed some more soda and let the carbonation work its way back out in a few more small burps. It was definitely a good feeling. He just had to work the rest of the air out before the mission started. No big deal.

“Relax Barton,” He shifted in his new ‘nest’, “nothing you haven’t had to do before. Good to know I can still get mission jitters, heh. Maybe this’ll be fun.” He wanted it to be. He definitely wasn’t expecting this call when he decided to turn in early last night. He tried to tell himself the slight trembling feeling, not that he’d let his hands shake at all if it could be helped, was from nerves. Big man in the world now, sure, but unexpected missions always had excitement to them. Sometimes it left you a little shaken in the best ways. Not that he was sure how good this sort of shaken felt yet, all he could say for certain was that it was strange.

He shrugged his shoulders and straightened out before packing away the left overs and digging out a lighter to burn the paper with. The wind howled a little outside, bringing to his mind the chill of the night.

An hour later had him leaning lazily at a windowsill; nothing happened yet that needed his attention or intervention. He kept flitting his eyes about in a restless sort of way, glancing about but never focusing too long and trying to keep that trembling, tingling feeling filling him up at bay. He thought back to the night before, and about being so tired.

“See anything?” Another agent’s voice crackled through his earpiece. He pressed down on his microphone button to reply.

“Not a damn thing,” he drawled, “Anything from your sights?”

“Nothing yet,”

He let up off the mic and sighed. He felt his body buzz again in a wave under his skin and couldn’t help but shake his shoulders trying to get it out. Part of his mind nagged at him with a reminder of feeling distinctly unwell last night.

Drinking. Stark roped us all into it. Thinks just because he has a miracle liver means we all do.

Though it was harder to remind himself of that when he had to shake his shoulders and head again to fight off a wave of fuzziness.

It wasn’t for another forty-five minutes, and three updates from Fury himself, until Barton had something to hold his attention. He was crouched low at his post and grabbed at the shirt over his stomach as another wave of pain and sudden nausea shot through him. Sure he’d started idly rubbing his stomach a little earlier; he was getting butterflies was all. Usually something happened by now when they got this many people out that fast. He was getting more nervous the entire time, who didn’t when it came to performance issues? He was still having trouble focusing on the vast nothingness happening today by the time the butterflies started. But now this was throwing him off.

“Any news yet? Getting real bored up here,” he clicked the mic off after and waited.

“Nothing. Should be another hour at most. Getting antsy there, a little flighty? Ha.”

“Ha. Leave the jokes to someone who can handle them, Keith.” He turned down the radio and double checked the microphone was off when he curled up tighter into himself and put his head against the sill as another wave of discomfort washed over him.

Eventually, he had to get back up and in proper position. He felt a bit better after some time elapsed and figured as long as he didn’t over do anything and stayed relatively well hydrated he’d be good enough. He turned the radio back up and opened his water bottle as he slid back into the favored hiding position he found where he could stand full height without being seen. Another hour tops and he’d have something in his sights…

Hawkeye swallowed hard and backed away from his post. This was getting a little ridiculous. He stepped back until the guard rail pressed into his back. He hazarded a quick glimpse over before having to go back to staring at part of the wall to calm his roiling stomach, but his eyes didn’t miss a thing. All S.H.I.E.L.D’s other snipers were still focused at their stations. No other agents or personnel were in the area. He figured it was safe enough to sit down for a little and wait this out. Again.

He dropped slowly and cautiously, trying not to upset anything further, and dropped his legs over the side. He pressed his forehead to the cool metal of the guard rail and tried to focus on breathing evenly. At least if it all went to hell, it would go right the hell off his platform. Damn, even some personal snark wasn’t helping anything.

He shut his eyes tight and willed himself not to moan out-loud. Getting seen and getting heard were two ways to royally fuck up in this job, and now were also two ways to grab unwanted attention and ridicule over his gastric distress. His snaked one arm around the bar running at chest level and pulled his head down to lean heavily on it, holding it for dear life if his whitened knuckles were anything to go by. Clint’s other hand rested lightly on his stomach, too nervous to even try and ease the nausea by rubbing or curling up this time. By how ragged his breathing sounded, even trying to call in now wouldn’t work. His jaw felt glued together anyway, he really didn’t trust opening his damn trap for anything. Static fizzled over his earpiece and some other agents gave short updates.

After a few minutes with no relief Clint resigned that he might just actually lose it here. He shoved the microphone back and double checked it was switched off. Still on the right channel so just in case they did need him it was easy to radio back, he couldn’t back out but like hell he could get up right now. His stomach lurched and gurgled, leaving him coughing a little into his hand to stifle the sound and hopefully to help keep everything down. He felt a rush of stifling heat and sweat beaded on his neck.

Did he mention this was going to be a long-ass night?

“Got someone moving.” Clint perked up as best he could in this situation. Not the best idea, he shuddered and folded forward a bit more. He groped blindly for the water bottle he had been taking sips from to help quell the nausea with until now. He popped it open with his teeth and waited for someone else to give up more information. Nobody would realize he wasn’t looking right now, they’d all be too busy searching their own areas and figuring he was either doing the same or trained on the target already.

“Can’t see them.” Clint groaned aloud, unable to help it. He took another sip from the bottle, but just ended up spitting it out.

“I swear I will never say anything bad about anyone ever again…” he started mumbling to himself disjointedly. Promising things to any deity he ever heard of, cursing them all out.

“It’s the Director. No worries, everyone,” Agent Hill came over the comms. “He and I are double checking parts of the perimeter. The targets shouldn’t be this far back at all.”

“Fuck. Fuck everything and the damn horse it rode in on,” he swallowed hard and tried to ignore the burning at the back of his throat.

“Confirmed. It is Director Fury and Agent Hill.”

Radio silence returned for another stretch of time. Felt like almost another hour. Clint spat down on to the floor below again. Finally giving in to the urge to wrap his arm tightly around his middle, he rocked himself slightly to see if it helped. It did for a small moment. He let out a shaky sigh and glanced back over at the windows where the sun was now creeping up through the clouds of dirt and grime on the glass. He considered moving back a bit and laying down before radioing in his distress, but not before he was sure it was something he could handle. After a few more intense seconds he decided that was the best plan of action.

After about four more seconds his stomach decided that was a stupid idea and he needed to keep his ass very still right the hell where it was. And less than a second after that, Barton was parting with a good portion of his stomach’s contents. There was no elegant or quiet and stealthy way to cover that. He retched. He shut his eyes and shook a little harder after the fact. Resting his head, defeated, on the railing again, he Clint tried to work up the strength and his voice well enough to call it in if someone wasn’t already beating him to it.

“Damnit Barton,” Fury’s voice vaulted up to where Hawkeye was slumped, “What the hell?!”

Clint opened his eyes slowly, he shook a little more in some vague form of terror that filtered through his sickened mind. He scooted back a bit, ignoring the wet dripping of his own vomit onto the floor below. He pulled the mic piece down and flicked it on.

“Sorry sir, Agent Hawkeye reporting,” his voice shook, wavered and cracked a little, but still carried over the radio and down from his nest, “I think I’m a little under the weather.”

“Well no fucking shit.” Agent Hill had retreated a number of steps from Fury and the mess surrounding him. She pulled her clipboard up and started flipping through pages while putting out a radio call for a med truck and a replacement. If he had felt any better, Clint would have laughed at the absurd sight, but unfortunately he was back to fighting to keep down what was left in his stomach. “If you’re gonna do that again I’d like some damn warning.”

All Hawkeye could manage for warning was a quick ‘move-aside’ hand motion before leaning through the gap in the rail again and vomiting once more. By now everyone in the building knew what was going on and were switching radio channels and trying to ignore the sounds of Clint losing it all over the cemented floor.

After a third bout of being sick, Clint was left dry-heaving and limp against the fever-warmed metal. Too shaky to even hold the water bottle that hadn’t left his side today, leaving it to fall below him too when he tried to grab it. Within minutes two medical technicians were helping him down from his nest. He felt so shaky and wrung out he didn’t even attempt to fight them over being taken out on a stretcher. He just laid on his side and curled in on himself as they pushed him past Hill and Fury, who was still cleaning himself up.

“Next time spare us the damn show and call it in before the firework finale, alright?”

“Got it.”

#sick clint barton #vomit tw #avengers sickfic #lmk what other tags yall want or need on this #this'll be a tumblr only fic tho i might revisit it and rewrite it for ao3 #so its a super fun surprise for you guys #also a throwback

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