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Sickness

Natalie Scatorccio x reader

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A/n: hi y'all!!! Sooo... sorry this isn't a request but a couple of days ago I was really sick and I thought "I wouldn't survive a day in the wilderness during winter" so I basically created a scenario where the reader gets a fever while stranded. Enjoy:)

After that cursed night when the desperation got the best of all of you and you all ended up banqueting over poor (but perfectly cooked) Jackie, everything started going even more down hill that you thought was possible.

The weather grew colder, there was no game in sight which was getting Natalie extremely frustrated and Lottie's cult started to form.

Your days were spent chopping wood in the burning cold, helping Mary in the kitchen trying to make the most of whatever you had or simply staying in the living room under a blanket, facing the fire and getting warm.

One particular morning Taissa took down a huge tree after you realized that soon the wood you saved up for the cabin was going to run out. So when she was done she passed you the axe and headed back to the cabin leaving you alone.

Soon enough it started to snow, and it's not like you could just go back inside, if you did everyone would freeze to death that night, and you thought to yourself "If Nat and Travis go out in the snow every day I can stay out here a little longer'

So you did. After four hours you had enough wood for a few days but you decided to keep going, chopping some more.

"What are you doing out here during a fucking blizzard y/n?" Suddenly a voice called out, Natalie and Travis came back from their daily (failed) hunt

"Chopping wood" you simply said, and Natalie shook her head "Come inside, you're gonna get sick, you're not used to staying in the cold for this long" she placed her hand on your back, guiding you back to the cabin.

At dinner time Mari served the watery soup she prepared and you all chugged it down to at least get the brief feeling of fullness for a while, Natalie sat next to you, her elbow colliding with yours every time she raised the cup to her lips.

Suddenly you let out a small cough and Nat's eyes immediately shifted on you with a worried expression "You okay?" She asked, you simply nodded and acted as if it wasn't a big deal.

"You ready to sleep?" Natalie asked as she got comfortable in your shared makeshift bed, you sat next to her with a tired look on your face, and Nat immediately realized that it wasn't just because you needed some sleep, she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to her, placing a hand on your burning forehead "Shit" she mumbled "you're sick baby, you have a fever" you rested your back on her chest, closing your eyes, slowly the fever started to rise and suddenly you heard Natalie talking to Van "Wet this cloth with cold water or something we need to keep the fever down"

Seconds later the cloth was placed on your forehead and you softly whined at the contact "shhhh...I know it's cold but it will help" she cooed in your ear, suddenly you ended up in a coughing fit, your girlfriend's eyes widened and she instantly rubbed your back trying to reassure you.

After another couple of hours you finally fell asleep in Nat's arms, she stayed awake all night, checking on you and immerging the cloth in cold water periodically.

"Here, it's for her" Natalie heard Lottie mumble, looking up the brunette was holding a necklace with the tooth of the bear she killed at the end of the summer as a charm "It's for protection, the wilderness told me..."

"Shut the fuck up Lottie!" Natalie snapped at her "This is serious she's really sick and your wicca bullshit is not gonna help her, she needs paracetamol and cough syrup so if the wilderness told you where to find that stuff I'll be glad to listen but I doubt that happened so please, please, just leave us alone now"

Slightly hurt by her friend's tone Lottie backed up and went back to her bed, falling asleep.

After a couple of minutes you woke up because of a runny nose, Nat passed you a piece of cloth and waited for you to be done.

"how are you feeling baby?" She asked, scared that you were feeling worse, you cuddled up to her once more and mumbled "I feel the same" and even tho Natalie was slightly relieved that the pain wasn't encasing, she knew that you were still in pain "I'm so sorry y/n, I wish I could do something but I can't do anything and it's just-"

"No... it's okay Nat, you're already doing more than enough for me"

Natalie smiled, cradling your head on her shoulder waiting for you to fall back asleep, hoping that you were going to get better.

[abiiors]

miserable together

head is swimming with cough syrup, i have no idea what this is but since matty and i are sick are the same time, i deserve to be delulu

wc: 900

it’s past 10 am on a tuesday morning, yet the entire house is dead quiet. 

well…not really. there’s a small whine from under the duvet; either you or matty, you don’t know who just yet. your feverish bodies are cuddled up together, trying to hang on to the other’s warmth but it’s not comfortable. it’s itchy and hot and sticky but it’s also somehow freezing cold. you sneeze into the pillow, turning your face away from matty’s, unaware that he’s in the same boat. He stirs, just slightly and moves his face into the crook of your neck. 

this close, you’re suddenly aware of how warm his breath feels; and also how uncomfortable it sounds—wet and rattling. it’s not pleasant, any of it. 

You turn. 

‘Matty…’ you speak softly, running a hand down his cheek, ‘you’re burning up, darling.’ he shivers under your touch, moaning something incorrigible. 

a sharp pain lances through your head and another sneeze builds up. you turn again, sneezing as far away from him as possible as you suddenly become aware of all your aching muscles and sore throat. 

‘i’m okay,’ he croaks, eyes barely open, ‘you on the other hand—’ and then promptly launches into a mini coughing fit that shakes the entire bed. 

great, this is exactly what you need in the middle of the week. for both of you to be sick at the same time. you try to remember if you’re stocked up on paracetamol and cough syrup, if you still have enough frozen chicken soup for the two of you.

‘you’re burning up too,’ he pouts, completing his thought from before. 

‘we are just two sickly people on death’s door today, aren’t we?’ you don’t mean to be this dramatic but something about being achy all over and not having him well enough to take care of you makes your frown deepen. 

‘you’re so dramatic,’ he giggles. It almost turns into a cough again but he takes a deep breath and pulls you closer. 

‘you look awful, darling.’

‘aww, thanks matty,’ you roll your eyes. it hurts. 

he sighs and coughs again. both of you need something hot and some medicine. And a change of clothes; that much is evident by how sticky everything feels. later if you have the strength, the two of you might even shower together. but right now you need a plan of action. and teamwork. 

‘how about this,’ he presses a small kiss to your shoulder, ‘i’ll get us some tea and something to eat. you get us some medicine and a change of clothes.’

you nod. in theory, this is an excellent plan. in theory, it would only take five minutes until you’re back in bed and hopefully much more comfortable than before. but tell that to your achy joints and your throbbing head that worsens every time you move even an inch. plus the light is so so bright. 

he’s definitely feeling the exact same. his eyes are droopy and dull, curls sticking limply to his forehead. the dark circles under his eyes are so much more pronounced and his usually soft, pink lips are dry and chapped. in short, he looks awful. exactly like you. 

‘i’m getting up now. i’m moving,’ you mumble into his chest, sedentary as ever. 

‘mm-hmm.’

‘moving at the speed of light.’

‘i’m sure you are,’ he responds drily and his hold on you suspiciously tightens. 

‘blink and you’ll miss it.’ a sleepy warning and it makes him chuckle.

‘baby…’ matty sighs, ‘do you want me to get up first?’

‘...yes please.’ 

he chuckles again. of course, he would find you in all your sick, pale glory cute. but alas, letting him get up would mean that you have to move and if you have to move then you might as well get this over with. but you won’t do it happily. even when he gives you a small encouraging kiss as a reward. you are going to be so grumpy today (as is your right) and drag your feet around like an emo teenager at this utter injustice. 

not even ten minutes later, you’re both back in the room. he sets the steaming mugs of tea along with the biscuits and crackers aside. then you throw the pack of paracetamol, the bottle of cough syrup and a thermometer on the bed. he has already changed into the fluffy jumper and now he’s waiting for you (also in a fuzzy jumper) to get in bed. 

you take turns checking each other’s temperatures; blowing on the tea and taking small tentative sips to soothe your throat while matty patiently waits for the tell-tale beep.

100.3 and 100.4. not the worst but annoying nonetheless. 

‘i always knew i was hotter than you,’ he teases and then squirms away when you try to flick him with the thermometer. you don’t even have the strength to come up with a comeback really. so you just grumble something about remembering this the next time until he pulls you onto him again and kisses your pout. his mouth tastes of illness. so does yours, you imagine. but this is still nice; not having to worry about passing it on to him. instead, you get to snuggle up in bed and be miserable together. 

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

May or may not have a bit of Clay Roach brain rot rn, and I'm thinking like.. hurt/comfort thing where reader knew Clay some years ago before the drugs and everything but lost contact, but they run into eachother again and reader is just.. heartbroken at the way he's ended up. So it leads to some old feelings coming up and some possible smut so they both can get away from their problems for a bit

My beloved nonnie, I knew I'd have a field day with this ask, but still, it somehow got rather out of hand 😅🫶🏻🖤

Old Habits Die Hard

Summary: It’s said that your pupils dilate when you look at someone you love, but is it really love or just the drugs this time?

Pairing: sub!Clay Roach x using!fem!Reader

Word Count: -4k (Y’all know I have a lot to say about Clay)

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat!, Drugged-Up Smut 18+!, Biting, Bruising, Choking, Riding, Unprotected P In V, Slapping, Scratching, Degradation, Explicit Consumption of Drugs (Codeine & Paracetamol), Explicit Mentions Of Other Substances, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions Of Withdrawal, Talk About Track Marks, Clay Being A Tripsitter For Reader, Emotional Constipation And Rather Questionable Ways To Deal With That

A/N: Buckle up, friends, this will be….a trip.

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No more alone or myself could I be

Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open

No shortage of sordid, no protest from me

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

- The Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene By Hozier

With a cotton-dry mouth, your raspy tongue practically sticking to the roof, you cleared your throat, feeling clumps of nicotine-infused mucus rumbling in your lungs. Turning your lazy body from your back to your side, your thoroughly fogged-up mind started scrambling for a memory, a shard of something to hold on to. There was barely anything, but a comfortably perfume-doused pillow against your cheek and a warm blanket around your shoulders, both indicating that you found yourself at home at least.

The crusty residue around your weary eyes let you know that you must’ve slept like a log and upon slowly opening them up to the dimly lit bedroom you very well knew why. It should’ve sent a jostle of shock through your nerve endings but instead, a blubbered laugh trickled out of a sly grin as you studied the scene of the crime.

You knew you hated drugs, really, really despised and detested them…that was up to the point something, some not-so-minor inconvenience, rendered you desperate for something to escape yourself with for a little while. Ever since the first glass of sparkly sweet white wine at the tender age of 15 years or the first secretly smoked joint on a children's playground in the dead of night with your best friend during high school, you knew about the marvelous powers of substances and their quite excellent capability of shutting off your always-firing neurons.

Right now, as your thoughts scrambled around inside your skull, it felt as if thick tar clogged your mental gears from turning properly, and with your eyes counting at least half a dozen cough syrup bottles scattered between a blister pack of good ol’ paracetamol pills it made a whole lot of sense to you.

“Well, don’t mind if I do…” You chuckled to yourself before slipping your body from under the blanket, letting your legs dangle over the edge before searching for a somewhat still halfway-full bottle of cough syrup with one hand while the other was busy pressing two white, circular-shaped paracetamol pills out of their aluminum confines.

The decision to continue this little bender was already made but just to check in, you threw your little, digital alarm clock a brief glance.

“Yes, perfect!” You quipped in amusement upon the information that it was only Saturday afternoon, more than enough time to treat yourself to another buzz or maybe even two before winding down to be back on track and a part of the office desk machinery like every Monday.

After washing the pills down with a carefully curated overload of somewhat oily cough syrup, that stuck to the back of your throat, you moved to lean your back against the headboard to light yourself a cigarette, the sad rest of a halfway-smoked one still dangling on the brim of the stained glass ashtray on your nightstand. Just in the very moment in which you found yourself about to light the cigarette, pulling the lighter to your lips, you noticed something or much more someone out of the corner of your eye.

“What the fuck…” You muttered to yourself, discarding lighter and cigarette right back to where they came from as your eyes widened in a muffled-down sensation of surprise.

It wouldn’t have been the first time that you brought yourself a little something something back home from a bender, but it happened rather rarely still. However, something inside, down at the depths of your chest started whirring as your eyes wandered over a glossy brown mess of disheveled, curly hair. Something distinct about its color and the way the ends coiled up to bouncy curls had you feeling just too much for being intoxicated like this. For a moment, you pondered over simply evacuating your own apartment but that would’ve been nothing but ridiculous. In addition, you didn’t exactly feel like riding out your next high in broad sunlight with people nattering, chatting and buzzing all around you, nope. The surge of mellow euphoria was meant for a cold diet Coke and a Led Zeppelin record running on the player right opposite from you on the dusty TV stand.

“Hey there?”, You nudged the body to your left carefully with your elbow, “Wakey, wakey…”

“Huh?” The someone reciprocated in a slightly startled groan, the tone of his voice causing your brows to furrow because it was somehow terribly familiar to you.

This sort of raspy, sleep-drunk sigh had your mind reeling to remember the person it belonged to and as soon as the man next to you started turning himself onto his back, you nearly choked on your own breath.

“Hi…” You croaked out, your throat rendering dry and if it hadn’t been for the meticulously measured-out amount of paracetamol and codeine in your bloodstream, you would’ve plummeted into a pitch-black puddle of emotional hurt as your eyes just couldn’t get away from a pair of bright blue ones staring right back.

“Hi…” The man you knew since way before he had grown just the first stubble on his chin murmured back, a softly lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his lip to curl up.

For what seemed to be endless minutes, the both of you just stared at each other. Something led you to believe that Clay knew a bit more about how both of you had ended up at your place and you felt yourself being not completely indifferent to asking about it.

“You…huh?” You pointed your head towards him in a soft movement, resting your chin on your pulled-up knees afterward.

With a sigh, the smile on Clay’s face died away.

“I was afraid about you not remembering anything from last night, got you home.” Clay nodded whilst pulling himself up to lean against the headboard of your bed just as well, the blanket gliding down over his front and giving free sight to a severely malnourished body.

“You brought me home?” You arched your brows at him a little further, your thoughts still very busy with piecing just anything together until you eventually came to the conclusion that you’d blacked out at some point.

“Yeah, and I’m glad I did. You were there and at the same time you really really weren’t.” Whilst looking at him, the feeling of being berated by him of all people grew inside of you.

“Hmhm..judgy.” You sneered, feeling the discomfort rising in your chest.

“I’m not judging. I was worried.” Clay brushed vagrant strands of his now much longer hair out of his face.

The last time you had seen him, about two…maybe three years ago, his hair had hardly reached over his earlobes and now the curled-up ends cascaded over his skinny collarbones.

“Oh, I get it, Clay, okay. So you are allowed to be worried but I wasn’t, huh? Wasn’t allowed to maybe point out that a needle in your arm for breakfast is too far off, even for us, no, yeah fuck you!” Rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him, you got your buzzing body off the bed to waddle into the kitchen to grab yourself one of the cans of fizzy diet Coke you craved so much right now.

“I’ve gotten myself out of that if you do so much as care about it.” Clay called after you, trying to not set even more fire to the whole situation.

“ ‘S that all you have to say about that? Fucking hypocrite.” Metallic creaking and the sound of soda bubbling in an aluminum can followed right after, the noises not able to drown out the breaking and cracking inside of you in the slightest.

You hated talking down to him like that but your hurt ego and damaged pride just couldn’t handle it any differently right now, the pain of forcefully having to split ways with Clay was still much too prominent in your memory. You went to detox and he drowned himself out in the endless shadows of whatever shady alleyway or shooting gallery out there. For quite a while before his slip-ups eventually, had you questioning everything enough to get your own ass into rehab, you had watched him getting worse with every passing week. You most certainly weren’t a saint yourself, no, but you still knew how you had begged him to go to rehab with you, to get the help the both of you needed desperately at that point but it hadn’t been to any avail. Stubborn and head-strong Clay Roach had made his choice and that one had broken your heart so hard that you’d promised yourself to never ever entertain his company ever again. Nights had been spent with nothing but ugly crying and sobbing about his stupid ass in rehab, you worried sick with the countless what-ifs fuelled by detrimental withdrawal anxiety until you had gradually killed every little bit of sympathy for him inside of you. It had been tedious and endlessly painful work but you had managed it to a point where you felt like you could breathe again without your body longing for him like your lungs did for oxygen.

“This is not me belittling you, okay?”, Clay looked up at you with pleading eyes the second you stepped back out of the kitchen, the can of soda tightly in your grasp, “This is me being a self-righteous bastard that’s too proud to say sorry.”

“That’s more like it.”, You scoffed, brows knit together as your gaze wandered over his torso, “Somehow I don’t trust you, arm’s up.”

For a second, Clay frowned at your demand but acted upon it equally quickly.

“There, no track marks, happy? Haven’t touched that shit in over a year.” He waited for your approval but you didn’t really feel like trusting him still.

“What else are you on? You don’t just run into somebody on the scene because you got lost on the way…” With an almost irritating smile on his face, Clay shrugged his shoulders.

“Funny how we didn’t bump into one another on the scene but at the damned 7/11 down the road at around 3 A.M. I had a few drinks, yeah, and maybe I was a bit starstruck as you squeezed yourself out of the entrance right next to me without even so much as taking notice of me. And maybe, just maybe, I turned on my heels to run after you before you vanished off into the night again.”, With his eyes, Clay pointed down his front, “And about that…I’m on a Methadone prescription that massively fucks with my appetite, thank you for asking.”

“Methadone?” You asked quietly, trying to play right over the part where you felt like breaking down and crawling into his arms that practically called out to you.

“Yeah, I’m slowly getting off of that, too, but I’m not quite there just yet. Maybe 3 to 6 months longer and that’s also a done deal. How about you?” Clay’s eyes darted toward the mess of small brown bottles and confetti of aluminum foil on your nightstand.

“Rare weekend bender. Had a shitty week, y’know.” You answered before taking a swig from the can.

“Uh-huh.”, Clay nodded, “Guilty pleasure, hm?”

“Yeah, something like that.” The heavily carbonated drink bubbled in your stomach, pressing a tiny, choked-back burp out of you.

“Listen…”, Clay sighed and with that, your ears perked up, “ I know, I hurt you…a lot, to say the least, and not a single day went by where I didn’t regret being such a bastard, okay? I know I fucked it up, spectacularly.”

“I appreciate the apology but…” You mumbled reluctantly.

“But, what?” Clay allowed his arms to slump down onto the bed again, his form slowly relaxing.

“But… I don’t know, Clay. To be perfectly real with you here, I’m losing my train of thought right now.” You shrugged your shoulders, taking another mouthful of diet Coke before placing the can on the nightstand.

“It’s okay…maybe come’ere then?” He carefully invited you to ride your growing buzz out right next to him under the soft blankets.

“Uh-huh, yeah…” A soft yawn snaked out of your mouth as the increasing drowsiness washed through your muscles with every beat of your heart.

Exhaling an even longer yawn right after the first, you just gave in to the pull his presence had on you and snuck yourself under your duvet and into his careful embrace. His heartbeat thumbing in a slow and steady pace against your ear pulled all of your focus towards him and the comfortably warm rush spreading from your stomach throughout the rest of your body. Feeling his skin against your cheek took you right back to those times when something along the lines of this used to be the regular weekend activity but then quickly morphed into something more dangerous than just a weekend trip of numbed-out euphoria. You tried not to think about it but the memories plopped up inside your mind all by themselves, making you physically cringe.

"What's that now?" Clay murmured to you, his voice soft and breathing calm.

"It's…memories." You sighed, trying to relax and to simply let go of them.

"That's okay. Remind yourself that they can't hurt you, those times are over, I promise." You struggled a little with following his words as your brain started to come up with more or less random thoughts.

"Why…why didn't you just let me be last night? What gave you the audacity to sneak yourself back into not only my life but…but also my apartment, huh?" The words slipped from your tongue, halfway muzzled by his chest.

"I dunno.", It sounded like he almost laughed it out gently, "Maybe it was really just audacity and the stubborn hopes of an idiot like me."

"Hmhmm…" You mumbled away, eyes fluttering shut as you felt yourself gradually drifting into sensory oblivion, a far-off place where nothing really bothered you anymore.

With a barely even there grin, you had to admit to yourself that Clay's chest was a much more comfortable thing to fall into than just your pillow as the buzz eventually took over. Your mind and muscle memory went straight back to feeling safe with him, taken care of and protected because even though back then it had been the two of you knocked out of your socks, Clay had never failed to cradle you in his arms and keep you sheltered from everything and anything.

After your eyes had fallen shut and your pulse calmed down to a low beat, you lost track of just how long you had dozed off. It could've been just a few hours or half a day, regardless, it was dark outside and a nice, crisp breeze went through the halfway-open window of your bedroom. Now that the tiring numbness slowly wore off, a pampering flush of warm euphoria followed, the kind of feeling that encouraged you to prolong it by having a couple of drinks or tempted you to get teasingly touchy with either yourself or whoever was with you. An arguably treacherous slippery slope having Clay, whose fingers were busy playing through your hair, right next to you.

“What time is it?” You sighed, shamelessly nuzzling your face further into his shoulder until the tip of your nose stroked against his neck, inhaling his scent and allowing it to fill up your nostrils.

“Hey there, sunshine.”, He yawned in return, the smile on his face audible, “About half past 8. How are you feeling, hm?”

“Surprisingly rested…” You replied, your voice still a little drowsy whilst your lips were eagerly creeping up to brush over his pulse point, the faint taste of salty sweat seeping into your mouth upon contact.

“Oh…I wouldn’t mind you doing that again…” Clay breathed against the crown of your head, picking right up on your nonverbal invitation whilst his hand roamed underneath the blanket, searching for yours.

“You mean that?” You led your lips to plant a kiss on his neck, sucking the sensitive skin between your teeth to leave a small hickey.

“Uh-huh…”, It rolled over his tongue as his lean fingers closed down around your wrist to pull your hand up to his exposed throat, silently proposing to you to press your palm around it, “Wouldn’t mind you being a little mean to me either. I do believe I deserve that, no?”

“Bold of you to assume what you deserve in the first place.” You teasingly sneered back, hand carefully yet firmly closing down around his throat whilst your lips latched onto his earlobe.

Clay had played it smart and that drew a sly smile from you. Line, hook and sinker.

“I thought, I-” The imminent wash of pain emitting from his earlobe as you bit down on it had him gagging on his words.

“Yet another mistake.”, You hummed against the shell of his ear, clicking your tongue tauntingly after letting the warm flesh between your teeth scrape out of your mouth.

“What do you want me to do then?” Clay croaked, his voice gradually cut off by your carefully tightening grasp around his throat.

“Much better.”, You cooed in return whilst the buzzing warmth from your stomach gradually shot down amidst your thighs in increasingly needy jolts, “I want you to take your shorts off and then you shut the fuck up, got that?”

He nodded vigorously, his chin nearly meeting the back of your hand as you felt his Adam’s apple bobbing against your palm. Just like you told him to, Clay shimmied out of his shorts whilst your free hand was busy pulling your own panties down until you were able to smoothly slip out of them.

For a split second, your thoughts halted, the flood of countless, well-familiar memories rushing through overworked synapses leading you to question if this whole endeavor was the right road to take right now before the excitement and your own physical need to feel him took over again. Forcing any doubt into the nothingness at the very back of your mind, you threw your right leg over his hips to straddle his lap, Clay’s already eager hard-on pressing against your soaked cunt.

“Fuck..” He gasped out, his eyes beaming at you through a half-lidded gaze.

As soon as you let your crotch slide down a little, allowing his pulsing cock to push into you at once, you served his cheek a hefty slap.

“I told you to shut the fuck up, didn’t I?” Clay’s head lolled to the side upon impact, a deep grunt rippling through his chest as he nodded again.

“Not a single whine…” You stated, starting to rock your hips against his.

You barely allowed your own body to adjust to his full girth, resulting in a comfortably painful stretch to accommodate his size. For a blissful moment, your pulse throbbed through your walls as the tip of his cock thrusted against that particularly sensitive spot inside of you, sending pleasure buzzing like an electric current through your muscles.

With every sensation amplified by the cocktail of substances flooding your bloodstream, you released Clay’s throat from your grip, a single shred of reason reminding you not to choke him out in an unfortunate accident. Instead, both of your hands clawed down on his chest, nails digging into his pale skin, drilling until you left an array of angry, red streaks that made him twist and twitch under your fingertips as not one singular noise left his trembling lips.

“Look at you, hedonistic traitor, finally understanding the assignment, nuh?” It was undeniable that your words cut deep but in that very instance, you wanted them to, needed Clay to suffer just as much as you did and in the way his eyes got glossed over with a tell-tale watery sheen you know he did.

“Oh, you know you don’t deserve any of that right now, don’t you? Don’t deserve to be balls deep inside of me, no.” You pushed it further, borderline hurting yourself by spewing those vile words right at him, the malevolence oozing right out of every single one.

To somehow, haphazardly counteract the emotional dread, you picked up the pace, pounding his back into the mattress underneath over and over, repeatedly sending shots of physical pleasure through the both of you.

“Good god, fuck…” It left your mouth in a shaky moan, your body most certainly not used to so many bodily sensations since you very much opted right out of any sort of long-term dating after having to split from Clay.

The vast majority of orgasms that had rippled through you since then were your own doings and none of them could just barely reach the state of growing bliss you found yourself in right now. If it hadn’t been for your own needy desperation, you’d dragged it out longer, toyed with him a little more but as of now you just couldn’t be bothered with any of that. Rocking your waist against his lap again and again, you felt the rapidly tightening coil in your lower abdomen growing ready to snap, your walls clenching down around his cock and pulling him in impossibly deep with every further thrust.

The very thing that eventually pushed you right past your threshold was the dire expression on his face. Clay was biting down on his bottom lip so hard to remain silent that his teeth nearly dug deep enough to draw blood.

“Issok…” You huffed out, your own breath nearly getting stuck in your throat as you felt the first contractions rendering you cockdrunk, waves of trashing release washing through you like an uncontrollable tide.

With your permission given, Clay whined out in pleasure himself, his head pushing back into the pillow as he shoved himself into you as deep as possible, spilling his pent-up seed in heavy pumps.

“Fuck!” He cussed out, his hands reaching towards your waist to hold you right in place as his cock throbbed and twitched inside of you, shooting ropes of his release into your oozing cunt.

You felt the warmth of his cum pushing past, trickling out of you to pool between your slightly shaking, sweat-soaked thighs. Minutes appeared to pass in silence until both of you slowly came back from your orgasmic highs, breaths trying to be caught again.

“How do you feel about grabbing a drink?” Out of all things it was that what splattered out of your mouth.

“Sure as fuck wouldn’t say no to that…” Clay laughed back from underneath you.

[tillthelandslide]

I really wanna see what the boys / Matty would be like when Lou gets sick on tour

Another scheduled post but enjoyyyyyy. Loved writing this one bc thought the idea was freaking adorable

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She had been off the whole show, her voice still sounded amazing but she kept having to take time out at the end of a song and blow her nose or drink some water.

The tour manager was standing at the side of the stage with Jamie, both of them kept looking at her, furrowing their eyebrows. At one point she heard Matty speak into her in ears "are you alright love?" He asks and she watches as all the boys look over at her, awaiting her reply.

She chuckles before saying "feel like death", it's dramatic and she's (half) joking but they all look worried as they look at her. The whole ordeal goes seemingly unnoticed by the crowd and they continue the set.

"don't think I can do about you..." she says at one point when she's off stage, taking a much needed out when she got given the opportunity, when it was only Matty performing.

Jamie stares at her, looking over her features, almost scanning her face. He could tell she looked disappointed and upset but more than anything she looked tired and a little clammy.

He places a hand against her forehead "love you're boiling, you need to rest" Jamie says and Lou's the one furrowing her eyebrows now.

"what are you saying? Not to go back out there?" She asks, before she sneezes again.

The rest of the boys come off stage, having finished the first half.

Jamie looks behind her and begins talking to someone (Matty) "she can't go back out there, she's burning up and she needs to rest", she feels a hand on her shoulder so she turns, seeing Matty.

He looks more worried than the rest of them and the most worried she had ever seen him. He takes in her disheveled appearance, features softening as a hand rests against her forehead.

"You alright love?" He asks, despite knowing she wasn't. She shakes her head and he sees tears appear in her eyes, not wanting to disappoint the band, she needed him to make the decision right now, if not to just take the pressure of her.

"don't worry bout it love. I've got you" he says, gently pulling her to him, placing a gentle kiss to the side of her head.

He turns almost immediately to the group "okay Jamie, you alright to take over all the keys?" He asks and squire nods.

"Polly, can you jump on backing vocals and do Lou's part for about you?"

"of course" she says and Matty then turns to her.

"sorted" he smiles down at her.

"but-"

"nope, you're going to go back to the hotel, Jamie will get you everything you need and you're going to rest until you're better okay?" He all but demands and she smiles a tired but soft smile at him, nodding.

"Good" he says, pulling her into a hug "I'll be right with you as soon as we're done" he says, with a kiss to her head.

"okay that's enough, we don't need you getting sick too" Jamie says, practically having to pull Matty off her.

"I love you" Matty says before he has to walk back on stage. They miss the smiles in everyone's faces at his words.

Jamie drives with her to the hotel and he helps her get undressed (respectfully of course) seeing as she had no energy to do it herself.

"Jamie I think I'm going to faint" she says as she tries to grab a shirt from her suitcase, he's quick to grab her as she wobbles.

Jamie looks around the room, finding a black shirt folded on the bed, he quickly grabs it and helps her put it on before he's ushering her into the bed.

Her eyes are heavy and she's slowly drifting off to sleep but can hear him shuffle around the room.

"Lou... Love, you've for water here and some cough syrup, some paracetamol..." He continues listing the things he's put on her bedside table but she's too sleepy to pay attention. She moves about in the bed, suddenly getting a wiff of Matty's scent making her eyes snap open. Upon reflection she sees that she's wearing his shirt.

"This is Matty's shirt..." She says weakly, smiling before groaning as she coughs more.

"It will have to do" Jamie says, she wasn't complaining anyway.

"okay... I'll be right across the hall okay? And Matty will be back soon to look after you" Jamie says and she smiles.

"Going to let him? Might get sick?" She says, her words coming out in a jumbled mess but Jamie understands.

"I couldn't stop that man if I tried... Not when it comes to you" she falls asleep after that, only waking when she hears the door open and Mattys voice.

"Hiya love... How ya feeling?" He asks and she realises he's sitting on the bed next to her.

"like death" she says, coughing some more. Matty leaves her a second before he's back at her side with some water and medicine.

"take these" he says, his voice stern.

"don't want them" she moans.

"Lou.... Take the god damn medicine" he says and she groans before doing as he says. He returns the items to where he found them before pulling her to his chest.

"Now sleep" he demands.

"don't want you getting sick"

"well I'm not going anywhere that's for sure. Now sleep" she couldn't disobey his order if she tried, she was to tired and ill for that anyway.

The next morning it's George who she wakes up too, he's brought her soup and more medicine.

"Matty had to attend to a dirty hit thing... Hates Jamie for it... But you've got me instead" George says and then he's making her drink the soup he's brought and take the medicine.

"Need anything else love?" George says, knowing one thing: she was clingy when she's ill.

"Could do with a cuddle from my best friend" he's lying back against the headboard of the bed then, pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her.

The door opens at one point when she's drifted off the sleep in George's arms, revealing Ross who smiles sympathetically at her.

"How's she feeling" he asks, standing at the end of the bend.

"Bit better" George says, looking down at his best friend, moving some hair from her face. Her eyes drift open and she smiles up at Ross.

"Hi rockstar" he says making her smile wider.

"Jamie's going to kill me if I get all of you ill" she says and Ross chuckles.

"How about you let us worth about that? We want to be here" he says and George nods in agreement.

"Hanns gone to get you more medicine" Ross informs them before crawling into the bed, huffing her tightly, nodding to George to let him know he could go if he wanted. She then proceeds to fall asleep again. Waking up to Hann who gives her a tight squeeze and her medicine, wanting be careful as he didn't want to get sick and risk making Carly sick too.

One things for certain, every single one of them would be tending to her as much as they could when she was ill and they would be adamant that she wasn't to perform until she was 100% better.

[aspergillosis]

crazy how half the night was spent tossing and turning and dreaming of things so vividly I couldn't tell if I was awake or asleep. And then one paracetamol and cough syrup later I slept like a baby all the way to morning. I love modern medicine

[bonesandthebees]

WE’RE ALL SYNCED NOOO…. everyone remember to rest and eat and hot water bottles help with cramps but don’t burn urselves .. and maybe take some paracetamol too (or ibuprofen if ur feeling silly) my mother swears by it . I think it’s just a desi thing and like willpower i forgot tje term but like . when u believe something will help u so much it does . But it works for me..

AND HONEY WATER!! i will stand by honey water till the day i die just boil some water and add some honey and wait for it to cool (don’t burn ur throats guys) Or just add a bit of cold water like i do and supposedly that helps with a sore throat and it makes u feel all warm and fuzzy . my Dad taught me the first one he says its cause of the texture i never fact checked that

i’m getting carried away with the random food things ONE MORE FOR GOOD LUCK if u want . to make Desi chai . boil half a cup of water and put tjat in a tiny saucepan with the teabag, one cardamom (make sure u crack it open so the tiny little seeds drop out), like a Teaspoon of fennel seeds or something idk i just add whatever amount looks good, and optionally a little bit of cinnamon (again i just wing it just add a small bit) and some sugar/sweetener and let that all simmer for like 30 seconds while u get half a cup of milk and pour that into ur saucepan . Thenn you wanna mix that around a bit and leave it all to . cook? that doesn’t sound like the right word… whatever. leave it for a few minutes and ur final step is when the chai starts rising u let it rise to the top and then turn down the heat and let it sink (i have a gas stove but if you have an electric ermm just set it aside for two secs to sink i think that’ll work). let it rise and sink three times!!! this really makes the flavour pop according to my dad!! then just strain it and enjoy :3 i lovee chai it was inevitable being pakistani HAHA it always makes me feel better after anything whether i feel sick or something bad happens or if i’m just silly chai is just nice for any occasion . my phopo calls me an auntie but Likeee isnt being a rich brown auntie the life…… im not rich yet but one day guys trust

anyway that got long HAHA i love cooking and baking and stuff … and home remedies MEDICATION IS GOOD DONT GET ME WRONG but sometimes im too lazy to run to the shops and get some cough syrup or something so i just make some honey water .. please take ur meds and get vaccinated though guys ❤️ stay safe hope u liked my chai :3

do you know how many asks I've gotten saying they're also on their period literally why are all of my followers synced up WHAT IS THIS

everyone listen to our friend here. honey water sounds lovely I'll have to try it. usually I just go for drinking honey straight out of the bottle if I have a sore throat but I suppose honey water might work a bit better lol

also OOOO CHAI!! tbh I've always wanted to make chai at home because so often chai I've gotten in coffee shops just... isn't it. but when it's good it's so good. I'm going to take note of this so I can get some cardamom and fennel seeds from the store :))) so excited to try it

[hibernationsuit-remade]

micro story: 4 and or 24 :)

one chance & tender

Some father & son bonding?? wow. Accidentally meeting your father in a hospital was not on Tobias's bingo card for the year 2285 yet here we are. He's also very scared of ruining everything by talking too much. Have something little this prompt inspired me to write 🥺

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"Why stay Earthbound, when prosperity awaits you in the stars," Oliver placed the brochure back to the coffee table and chuckled, "What an ad."

"It actually says that?"

"On the first page. You haven't read it? Surely you're supposed to?"

I looked at the paper. The smiling faces of the drawn colonists, all happy.

Too happy.

"I don't know, really." I tried to reach for the brochure but gave up, slightly wincing at the pain in my shoulder getting stronger. It's been almost two weeks yet the wound was still tender like hell, annoying me every time I tried to move my right hand.

Oliver offered to give it to me, but I shook my head. Just looking at it made me anxious. "I doubt it has anything interesting, or any actual details of what it's like, you know. I mean, the Groundbreaker arrived only a few weeks ago. No way they're looking like that or-" I stopped, realizing I am once again talking a lot. "Sorry." It felt weird to talk to Oliver. Sometimes he'd be very quiet, as if he's scared to talk. Or as if he doesn't really want to be here.

Is he only trying to act like he enjoys being here? Or does he actually enjoy it?

Klara's mothers talk together all the time, a lot. It's like they can barely stand the silence. Oliver, on the other hand? He also seems like he'd love to talk, but hasn't been able to and thus prefers to be quiet now. 'Just like you when you're stressed or when you feel out of place,' Klara once said.

He's also nothing like my mother or stepfather, that's for sure. Yet no matter what I could still notice myself being more cautious than usually.

I realized he was up again, looking at me. "Uh, sorry, got lost in my thoughts. Did you say something?"

"I was saying that you should stop apologizing, you have nothing to apologize for," he said, "and also, you can take your paracetamol." He gave me the pill bottle. "Nice to see you finally managed to learn how to swallow them..."

I must've looked very confused after he said the last part, that he thought that he should explain what it meant. Frankly, I was confused, but did not want to scare him like that. "You got a really bad flu when you were six. Your mother tried to give you a pill to treat your fever, but you just couldn't swallow it. I had to go get a syrup instead," Oliver smiled a bit at the memory, then looked back at me. "Funny, and now I'm here again helping you heal. Could've picked a fever again instead of getting shot, you know."

"Wouldn't have met you, then," I mumbled. All my emotions seemed to have turned into a ball to feel like they're stuck in my throat. "I don't remember being sick, to be honest."

"I don't think you felt well enough to remember anything at that point..."

We sat in silence for a while, only the sounds of the television as a background noise. Tossball, surprisingly. Never thought I'd be watching that awful sport in my apartment. Then again, I never thought I'd get shot, either. Or see my dad again.

"I really missed you," I said, "I don't think I've had a day go by without a thought about you. Always dreaming of some one chance I could have to meet you again."

He looked at me for a moment, nodded, and smiled. "I can say the same thing about you."

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[RP-based, CW underage drinking]

Usually, when Shamus and Trip do something stupid, it’s Shamus’ idea (and then, it’s usually some kind of weird publicity stunt for the Fire Warriors or some kind of scam or both)… Trip’s usually the model student, while Shamus is the delinquent…

… except the time the stupid plan was “let’s sneak into my parents’ wine cellar and drink something.” Courtesy of Trip, who’s always convinced he’s oh so grown-up. Spoilers: he is not.

Anyway. They did NOT have fun and were just immediately sick and unable to walk or string words together properly. Someone tried to argue OOC-ly “you can’t get drunk that fast!” but they’re literally kids.

It’s dangerous for a whole host of reasons when your body's small and mind/body are still developing, but also, I based this on two incidents from childhood...

Incident one where I--self-reliant and clever, but not wise, eight or so year old--believed I could estimate exactly how much Paracetamol syrup to drink for my fever without needing the little measuring cup or even the cap, so I just took a swig from the bottle and stumbled, as if drunk, back to bed while my vision was swimming. Light’s out immediately! Never did that again…

Incident two was when we all took our eyes off of a toddler for seconds, who then grabbed the bottle of baby cologne off the bedside table and presumably took a swig, as we turned and found the poor kid stumbling around as if drunk, unable to walk straight.

So, yes, immediately goes to the legs and makes them dizzy and miserable and everyone learned a valuable lesson that day.

[mirick-vn]

i fucking hate pills. why must there be an age limit on syrups??

i don't want my cause of death to be "choked on a paracetamol"

[bigweldindustries]

pushed myself too hard after a second illness hit the axel and have been dying for days. I am subsisting off of ibuprofen, paracetamol, and babybel cheese. I'm on antibiotics for the first illness and the second one is a nasty fucking cold that has me coughing and sneezing constantly so I'm lucky I haven't managed to shit myself yet. I'm usually a cough syrup hater but I've been taking it from time to time because the muscles in my torso hurt so bad from coughing fits that I need fuckin breaks sometimes. my joints hurt so bad. please send help