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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 month

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,794 Words

Summary: The solar eclipse after Solar's death has an energy to it.

Warnings: Character Death, Caps, Cursing, Overworking, Self-Hatred (from Moon, of course), Sleep Deprivation, Blood (minor), Minor Injury, Ghost, Magic, Mind Meld, Soul Bond, Sharing A Body/Brain, Pain, Nausea, let me know if I should add anything else.

Binding And Bonding

Solar woke up in an abyss. Everything around him was darkness. He could see a vague ring of light around him, lighting up the rest of his surroundings decently well. He could vaguely hear something being said into the void around him in a vaguely familiar voice but he was knocked out before he could acknowledge the voice.

-Two And A Half Weeks Earlier-

"I don't wanna go…" Solar muttered, body deteriorating and slowly disintegrating as it collapsed to the floor like his dimension likely was. Moon was quick to grab him and try to keep him steady but it wasn't any use given he couldn't feel his legs anymore.

"You don't have to!" Moon insisted, holding Solar as close as he could, Solar feeling Moon's hands slip through him as he could feel himself fading into an abyss.

"Solar? SOLAR!" Solar could vaguely hear Moon screaming as he went into a void.

-A Week Later-

"Moon, you're pushing yourself. You aren't charging or resting." Eclipse finally broke and snapped at him.

"Maybe I would if I hadn't fucked everything up!" Moon screamed back at him, too stressed to not scream at the inconveniences anymore, too focused on getting Solar back now.

"Moon, you're at a max of five percent." Eclipse reminded him.

"I'll charge when my brother is back." Moon growled venomously, eyes turning to glare that Eclipse dare interrupt him but Eclipse had gotten used to Moon being like this fairly quickly. Eclipse knew Moon would inevitably run himself down and then Eclipse could carry Moon off to bed.

Thankfully, Eclipse got that opportunity sooner rather than later as Moon stumbled and his hand hit a tray, knocking it to the floor with Moon collapsing to the floor as well a few seconds later.

Eclipse went and finally was able to scoop the poor sap up and groan at how heavy Moon was, muttering complaints about how much Moon weighed as he kicked the door to Parts & Service open for him since he was busy carrying Moon.

"You." Ruin caught Eclipse's attention before Eclipse was able to leave.

"Yeah, what about me? Want me to come in there and kill you finally?" Eclipse asked.

"No, actually. I would like you to forget Protocol 87.775.2, actually." Ruin told him and Eclipse tilted his head in question, not really knowing what Ruin was talking about.

"Forget about what?" Eclipse asked.

"Exactly! Good job! Thank you! Be on your way now!" Ruin cheerily told him and Eclipse shook his head and carried Moon up to the daycare and through the portal to the house, sighing seeing Sun's cats practically waiting for Moon, though they hissed as if they hated him anyway, but Eclipse knew the little cretins were pretending they hated Moon.

Eclipse laid Moon on the couch and put a blanket over him for the cats to crawl on top of and purr now that they knew Moon was sleeping. Eclipse chuckled at the little gremlins. They sure loved their uncle, they were purring on his unconscious body.

Eclipse plugged Moon's charging wire into the wall outlet near the couch and left to go figure out what the hell Ruin was talking about, landing at the daycare computer inevitably. It seemed the computer knew everything anyway so he may as well try.

"Nice attempt, but you are not a member of the Celestial Family." The computer told him.

"Nice joke, I actually am. But I came for answers." Eclipse told the machine.

"Whyever would I give you answers?" The computer asked.

"Ruin mentioned a protocol in me, basically asking me to delete it but I don't know what he was talking about. I will let you scan my code if you look for Protocol 87.775.2." Eclipse told the computer.

"…I will agree to these conditions, only because it may serve well for Moon." The computer agreed. Eclipse plugged himself into the computer for it to scan him and just sat back waiting, all he could do was wait. The computer was doing two things at once and it was taking a while.

Eclipse ended up falling asleep for a bit in the computer chair while the computer did its thing. However, the computer also decided to be an alarm for Eclipse as it woke him up with a loud bussing noise through his circuits.

"HEY!" Eclipse jolted awake, pulling out the cord and thoroughly startled by the computer.

"Ah, good, awake. I have found Protocol 87.775.2 as well as scanned your code." The computer told him.

"And you wake me up like your about to try giving me a controlled shock?" Eclipse snapped.

"Yes, I found it amusing." The computer would've laughed if it could, Eclipse could tell.

"Fine, what is the protocol about?" Eclipse asked.

"This protocol entails a means to what Moon has been working on. A way to undo what has been done." Eclipse scoffed at that.

"So that's why he wanted me to get rid of it. I haven't been alone in a room so he couldn't give me an order to try to get me to delete it until today." Eclipse muttered.

"Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult as it works with the essence of an energy." The computer told him.

"Tell me what I have to do."

-One Week & Four Days Later-

Eclipse walked into the room Solar had died in. He had finally made good on getting everything else ready and Sun and Moon were out with Earth and Lunar, watching the solar eclipse on the roof of the PizzaPlex.

Eclipse had chalk, blood, and a dagger. He hated this, it felt so weird. It felt so awkward to probably be the first person Solar sees when he comes back.

"Solar?" Eclipse calls to whatever remained of Solar's energy, which he had attuned himself to over the last week and a half.

"Solar." Eclipse called to Solar again, sitting down in front of where Solar died. He could feel the energy around him swirling as though Solar was trying to tell him he was there still.

"There you are." Eclipse closed his eyes, holding the chalk and drew a circle of runes with his eyes closed, following the images of runes the protocol was feeding him on the back of his eyelids. The circle was around Eclipse himself and the spot Solar died in, interlocking them.

"Solar, I can feel you. God that sounds weird." Eclipse muttered the last half. The energy jolted like it was laughing at him. "Yeah, laugh it up, idiot. Sit with me." Eclipse sighed. He could vaguely see the outline of Solar's energy sit with him.

"Thank you." Eclipse muttered, knowing he had to thank Solar. He hated that he had to. Eclipse cringed as he poured the blood on the inner ring of the rune circle, watching outside as the sky began to go dark.

"I willingly open this connection for Solar." Eclipse stated as the protocol had, cutting open his right hand with the dagger in his left dominant hand. Eclipse could see that the whisp in his vision that was Solar's energy was interested.

"Hold my hand, Solar and only Solar." Eclipse told the energy. The energy seemed to hold his hand and Eclipse sighed at the feeling, relieved Solar was just listening to him, probably out of curiosity rather than genuine willingness.

"I connect what is mine to what is yours. Wire for wire, energy for energy. I share willingly what is mine with you." Eclipse spoke evenly, making sure to read word for word.

"This day is a connection." Eclipse felt the rune light up with light, blazing as the room went completely dark. "I bind us. Mine is yours. under this light, we become connected." Eclipse lost his breath after these words of the spell, making him choke a bit as he could feel Solar's energy binding to his own, coughing to get air as he could feel his mind breaking in half, body feeling aches and pains as Solar's energy was bonding to him.

Eclipse lurched forward, nauseous as he felt Solar's AI blooming into his head, using the broken-off half of Eclipse's mind, their mind? Eclipse didn't know but he was nauseous. Animatronics weren't supposed to get nauseous. He leaned with his hands on the ground, hearing someone screaming. Was that him? Was he screaming? He still had to say the final words and get Solar to say them too.

Eclipse reached his energy into his mind, making Solar take half control with him, each having control of one half of their? body. Eclipse fed the final words into their vision to make Solar say it with him. Once Solar nodded using their head Eclipse nodded back.

"We claim the energy of the solar eclipse given to us." Both of their voices echoed and the pitch-black void of the room glowed with a peace around them, the white ring around them calmly pulsing with their energies. Eclipse finally felt a peace now as he curled up on the ground, trembling with everything that had happened, too overwhelmed to move but he had to finish it. He had to finish this. He fed to Solar in their optics the final step and words.

Solar was the one to drag their body upright again. Eclipse was shivering, Solar was shivering. The room felt cold. Everything felt cold. Solar seemed to have more force than Eclipse, Solar was learning how to share their energy.

"We undo the damage that has been done through false trust." They made sure to echo each other and Eclipse felt a bloom in his chest of the energy they claimed from the solar eclipse above in the sky still, the ring around them, practically burst into a running visual of universes coming back into being, rebuilding themselves, lives being brought back immediately, everything blooming around them in the circle of light like flowers.

Eclipse gave a soft, exhausted chuckle seeing it and seeing the sky begin to get light again. Once the ring around them finished, the warm feeling slowly dissipated and Eclipse and Solar simply collapsed onto the ground, shaking and taking deep breaths.

"Thank you." Solar whispered.

"I know." Eclipse tried to laugh but all that came out was a wheeze.

"Are you okay?" Solar asked.

"I'm exhausted." Eclipse whispered back.

"Well, you gave up your magic to bring everything back, you're probably going to be exhausted for a while." Solar sighed.

"I expect Moon to thank me, you tell him that if you wake up first." Eclipse told Solar before letting himself ease into unconsciousness, giving Solar control for a brief moment before Solar fell asleep too from being brought back and losing a lot of energy himself.

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pfhwrittes · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/pfhwrittes/739087985055809536/a-quick-little-something-for-dealing-drugs-and

Could you add to this at all?

I’m not sure if you do anons but if you do and If it’s available could I be- 🐙?

(I’m 19 years old)

hi anon, of course you can be 🐙 (also thank you for specifying your age, that's very sweet of you but not necessary. i'm going to trust my anons that they're over 18)

gosh lets see what i can pull up as a follow up for this post. i'll have to dig into my murky memories to see if i can remember where it was going (or maybe to drag up some inspiration).

TW: unspecified intoxication, nausea mention (but no vomit), dubcon touching (johnny doesn't ask before touching the reader character, and the reader character can't consent anyway).

pairing: john mactavish x female reader --

you're sat on the kitchen floor, cool tiles bleeding the slightly feverish heat from your body, propping yourself up against the cabinet behind you. you stomach roils and you take a careful breath through your nose.

"y'alright there, hen?"

you blink open your eyes hazily, not entirely sure when they dropped closed, to look up at one of the men from the living room. did he follow you? where's your friend? you swallow and shake your head carefully. the kitchen blurs and spins around you so you close your eyes again.

"easy, easy. don't want ye makin' yerself sick now."

you feel two calloused palms cradle your face, a thumb strokes your cheekbone lightly sending a burst of heat and static up into your temple.

"m'gonna be sick." you manage to slur out through numb lips but the hands don't pull away.

"naw, yer no'. just need a drink of water is all, hen." one of the hands moves away from your hot face and you feel something cool and smooth nudge your lower lip. you blink your rolling eyes open so you can focus on the glass of water - is it water? - under your nose.

the man tilts your head back slightly and you sip carefully. the water washes away the slightly sour taste in your mouth and you hum to let this helpful stranger know you're done for now.

"good girl, well done." your helpful stranger practically purrs at you as he removes the glass from your lips. you feel his thumb swipe at a bead of water in the corner of your mouth and your world tilts slightly on its axis again. maybe you should ask him to stop touching you now, but you feel like you'll shatter into pieces without the anchor of his palm on your cheek and the thumb that's now resting on your bottom lip.

"is that right?" he asks sounding amused. oh, you must've mumbled some of that out loud. you blink at your stranger, wondering if his eyes really are that blue. who is he anyway? did he follow you? where's your friend?

"'m johnny. i saw you go out into the kitchen. your friend..." he pauses briefly and you're fascinated by the way his lips twitch as he contemplates the words he wants to say. you want to touch the stubble on his jaw. "is a wee bit busy at the moment. so i thought i'd better check on you."

you hum, you know what busy means. and oh, you must've asked him your questions out loud again. you don't know if that's a good thing so you close your heavy eyelids again. maybe that will help you keep your thoughts inside your head.

"hey, c'mon hen. you cannae fall asleep here." johnny taps your lip to get your attention. "let's get you somewhere more comfortable."

you mumble something half formed and garbled about not wanting to see whatever it is your friend is doing with the other men in the living room and johnny huffs a quiet laugh.

"naw, naw. c'mon i'll put you up in my room, how does that sound?"

that sounds pretty good. so you let johnny manoeuvre your uncooperative body upwards and trust him to guide you out of the kitchen in your haze.

you miss whatever he says to the hulking figure in the doorway as you focus on keeping your feet in contact with the floor but you're very aware of the way his hand on your waist burns like a brand.

somewhere in the back of your mind a tiny shrill voice warns you about something before it gets washed away. maybe you'll remember after having a lie down.

-- taglist: @kaadaaan

#dealing drugs and feelings #pfh answers #🐙 anon #tw drug mention #tw nausea mention #tw dubcon #female reader #john mactavish x female reader #here you go anon! i hope you like it!#also guys: please be careful if you're getting fucked up. stick with your friends and don't mix drugs and alcohol please #jm

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danafeelingsick · 8 months

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need a desperate sickie with both of their hands clasped tight over their mouth, very tensed, breathing hard, close to hyperventilating, eyes wide, darting all over, white faced, sweating buckets, mumbling with increasing panic:

I'm going to puke. Fuck, I'm going to puke. I'm going to puke!

#emetophilia #emeto #vomiting #tw vomit #tw emeto #sickfic prompts #emeto prompts #emeto scenario #sick scenario #sickie prompts #sickee prompts #pov sickie #sick whump #nausea #mentions of panic attack

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mimikyu-chr · 6 months

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chronic nausea is chronic nausea-ing, please give me tips for dealing with it if you have any, i genuinely don’t know what to do and it’s driving me to tears.

everything i eat or drink makes me feel 10x worse, and no one has managed to figure out what’s going on yet and because i can still manage to eat no one’s running any tests. i have an ED history so it’s just being blamed on that when i’ve been able to eat semi-healthy amounts for the past couple years and only struggle with food now because of the chronic nausea.

#cpunk #cripplepunk #physically disabled #disability #disabled #hypermobile eds #chronic illness #chronic nausea #nausea #gi issues #i don’t know what’s wrong with my stomach #but everything i eat or drink makes me nauseous #ed mention #ed mention tw #theo.chr

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barry-j-blupjeans · 1 year

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48 w magnus n another crew member? (Platonically)

48. Using your body to shield them from attack.

((101 ways to say I Love You With Actions prompts - send some in!!))

Magnus woke up to the heavy smell of aloe vera in the Starblaster's medbay, which is to say: Magnus woke up in the Starblaster's second greenhouse room that occasionally had medical supplies in it. They tried to keep it clean for the sake of, y'know, injuries, but it was never really enforced unless someone had to stay in there for a while. Merle had moved the potted plants that were once on the medical bed onto the desk that was jammed in the corner. There were several bloody bandages around, which did not feel Magnus with confidence. And he was under a quilt.

It was multicolor, with faded pink, orange, red, and yellow fabric, with a deep blue on the edge. It had been patched up several times, but most of the seams were barely visible. If it had been Magnus's quilt, he would have thrown it out long ago. It had clearly been through some rough times. But it wasn't his. It was Taako's.

Huh.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Last he remembered, he was rushing to fight a bear-demon thing during an expedition for the Light. Davenport had paired him and Taako together for the first time ever and the whole thing had been kinda awkward, to say the least.

The twins were still hesitant to be separated, which Magnus could get. But if he was being perfectly honest, he'd much rather be paired with Lup than with Taako. Taako was- he wasn't mean, per se, he was just… touchy. Lup tended to dull the blade that was Taako's outward personality, but without her there, Magnus didn't really know what Taako… did. How he existed or whatever. They had rarely ever been alone together, especially without Lup.

But Taako's back had been open to an attack from the bear demon, so Magnus had to step in. And then?

He, uhm, he didn't remember.

Magnus sat up. And then almost immediately regretted it as he was hit with a sudden wave of vertigo. He put his hand up on the wall, steadying himself. The quilt fell down to his lap and revealed a gnarly-looking scar that was already fading into a lighter color against his skin. Thank you, magic healing. And Merle, if he must. Still, he had to make sure Taako- make sure everyone was okay. He swung his legs over the side, taking a moment to breathe in deeply. His vision was slightly fuzzy.

As he sat back to readjust himself, the door to the medbay slid open.

It was Taako.

He looked- okay? Magnus had known Taako for a good five years now, but he had never quite seen Taako look so… the way he looked. He had his hair balled up in a messy bun atop his head and there were the beginnings of eyebags under his eyes. Don't get Magnus wrong- he still looked super cool. But he looked exhausted in a way Magnus had barely ever seen him be. Not to mention the state of his clothing- Blood, all the way down. Magnus sorely hoped it was his blood and not Taako's.

Taako obviously hadn't expected to see him sitting up, because he paused at the door.

"Uhm," Magnus said.

"'Sup," Taako said. He went to sit on the top of the desk, closing the door behind him as he did so. "You probably shouldn't be sitting up yet, homie."

"I was just, uhm- I was trying to- I mean, I wanted to see if you were okay."

"Peachy," Taako said, in a decidedly unpeachy tone of voice.

"Are you… sure?" Magnus said. "'Cause you sounded pretty unpeachy there-"

"Magnus," Taako said. "Lay the fuck down."

"Laying," Magnus said, laying back down. He stared up at the ceiling. Maybe one day the Hunger would smash through this room specifically and they could change the popcorn ceiling. When he glanced over at Taako, Taako was drumming his fingers along the desk, his lips in a thin line. His Thinking Face, as Magnus had privately dubbed it in cycle one.

"Okay," Taako said after a minute more. Magnus was glad he started talking because he had begun to get a little antsy. "So. Let me pitch you this situation: You're in the woods and you come across, I don't know, let's say a giant demon bear." Magnus was not liking where this was going. "And you're with your magic using bud. What would be a good step in this scenario to warn your pal and get you both out of danger?"

"Uhm," Magnus said again. "Tell… you?"

"Yeah, telling the person you're with would be a good fucking move, huh!" Taako said. "That'd be so smart! And yet, here we fucking are, Magnus- did you forget how to speak? Like, there's a thing in your throat that makes sounds! You could have been like, "aahhh, holy shit, watch out for the bear," and instead-"

"I didn't have time!"

"You absolutely had time!" Taako said. "But instead, I had to fight a fucking bear and get you back here! Can you not just-" Taako's hands were gripping the side of the desk so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. "Can't you think for once in your goddamn life? Like, I could keep saving you, but I do not wanna drag your body back to the ship again. What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I was helping you!" Magnus said. "What, did you just wanna let yourself get attacked by the bear demon? Bemon? Dem-"

"Dear," Taako said. "That's not the point. The point is-"

"Then what is!?" Magnus said, sitting himself up again. He grimaced at the way his stomach shifted, but he fought the urge to lay back down all the same. "It's not like-"

"The point is that I care about you, you stupid fucking oaf!" Taako spat. He slammed his hands against the desk. "Do you think I wanted to watch your ass get mauled by a bear, dumbass? You gotta fucking- ugh. Just-" Taako gripped a handful of his pants leg, probably in an attempt to stop moving so much. Magnus had seen Davenport do the same many times. Suddenly, the uneasiness in his stomach wasn't just from the injury.

"You… care about me?" Magnus asked.

Taako let out a breathless little laugh, scrubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Is that what you're taking away from this?" Taako said. "Seriously?"

"I mean, I got the other stuff, but- I, uh. You don't really, uhm. Act like you care? I guess?"

"Magnus," Taako said. "You- I make you food."

"Yeah, but that's like, you're job-"

"My job," Taako interrupted, "was to be a fucking arcanist on a two-month mission, doofus. I think at this point, no one cares about what our jobs are. But I- you seriously think I don't care?"

He sounded a little hurt at the accusation. Magnus hurried to backtrack.

"I mean, you care!" Magnus said. "But it's more like, a tolerating thing, I felt, than like, a friendship-"

"Magnus," Taako said again. He sighed, slumping down a little on the desk. "I make you food. I don't-" Taako seemed to hesitate. Slowly, slowly, Magnus lowered himself back into a lying down position, eyes back on the popcorn ceiling. His entire body ached. Taako sighed.

"I know your whole upbringing was like, rustic as shit, so I guess it doesn't really mean anything to you but- it's really fucking hard to get food if you don't have someone to depend on," Taako said. "I mean, Lup and I had each other, but like- you had someone to cook for you and to take care of you as a kid. If Lup or I couldn't find food, that was- that coulda been it, bud.

"I can't- maybe it's just a difference in taste, I guess, but a warm meal is the best fucking thing I can offer you. That's- that's all we had for a long time and if this fuckin- If the apocalypse parade is gonna be following us around, it might be hard to come by at some point. I- yeah. Yeah, I care about you. Duh. I'm not-" Taako's voice shook a little. He took another deep breath. "I'm not gonna let anyone go hungry if I can help it, yeah?"

"Oh," Magnus said. He glanced over at Taako, who was now picking at the seams of his sweater, utterly refusing to meet eye contact. "Yeah. That- that makes sense."

"Good," Taako said. "Great. Glad we got that, uh- figured out."

Magnus cleared his throat, shifting a little in the cot.

"So, uhm," Magnus said. "Is that your blood, or mine?"

"Who's to say."

#magnus burnsides #taako #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #anon #ise cube writing #thank u for sending a prompt in anon :D!!!#tw nausea mention

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arecaceae175 · 9 months

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"Dizzy" + Warriors?

“Are you still dizzy?” Four asked.

Warriors swallowed down the nausea so he could answer. “A little.”

Four gave him a look that meant his lie was not as convincing as he hoped.

“Wars, I need you to be honest with me. I need to know what we’re working with,” Four said.

Warriors let his eyes fall shut and gently rested his head on the tree behind him.

“Dizzy, nauseous, headache, brain fog,” Warriors listed. “Worse when I move or look at light.”

He heard Four shift beside him and let out a frustrated sigh. Warriors felt shame bubble up inside him. He was supposed to protect Four, not the other way around. They wouldn’t even be in this position if Warriors had been more vigilant. He let his guard down, and now they were both paying the consequences.

“Stop that,” Four said.

“Stop what?” Warriors asked.

“You’re blaming yourself,” Four said.

Warriors frowned, the regretted it as the forehead movement made his headache throb.

“It’s not your fault, but I’m pretty sure I’m not going to convince you of that. Until we find the others, you have to let me help you. You can return the favor when you’re better. Can you do that?” Four asked.

Warriors sighed and clenched his fists. “I can do that. Sorry, Four.”

“Excellent. The trail leads that way, so….”

(Next ->)

#three sentence prompt #linked universe #ace writes #will I ever write warriors fluff #am I capable of that #probably not #he’s a bit of a sad wet ray of a guy 😂😂😂#I love him #Lu warriors #Lu four #tw:#concussion #nausea #mentioned

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puppy-barkz · 2 months

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thinking about starlight's reaction to getting her cutie mark.....she must've felt so euphoric at first, but then the dread set in, a wave of nausea and then the tears spilled over. i bet she tried to hide it as much as possible as a teenager. the anger she must have felt any time she saw anypony's cutie mark or them showing off their talents, a constant reminder of losing the only true friend she ever had.

#sorry i'm finally making a starlight playlist and thinking a lot about how she got to be A Fascist Cult Leader #puppy barks #mlp fim #mlp g4 #mlp #mlp starlight glimmer #mlp starlight #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony gen 4 #my little pony #starlight glimmer mlp #starlight glimmer #emetophobia #cw emetophobia #tw emetophobia #nausea mention

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andizoidart · 2 years

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I would trade anything to not have the gastrointestinal issues I have. It is a hell for me. Pain, heat flashes, nausea, lightheadedness, etc. all go into it to make everything awful. I’m supposed to be doing important phone and video calls right now.

#andi speaks #shut up andi #chronic illness #chronic gastrointestinal issues #gastrointestinal issues #GERD #nausea #tw nausea mention #nausea mention #nausea mention tw #tw nausea #nausea tw #pots #pots syndrome #ehlers danlos syndrome #I am in an awful awful state

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springbandit · 21 days

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Vanny all but crashed through the door. "The arcade was filthy and I've been feeling so nauseous all damn day. I totally lost track of time between throwing up and cleaning up other people's throw up." She laughed awkwardly, all but throwing her coat up onto the rack. "I swear, there must be something in the pizza." She clapped her hands together, finally turning her attentions to Edgar. "So, how are we doing today? Any updates?"

@lcvenderhcze

#lcvenderhcze #Vanny:Edgar #Vanny #Vanny Starter #nausea tw #vomit mention tw

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subparcarrion · 3 months

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made this bullshit for shits and giggles on my phone one day, so kindly ignore the quality. :}}

i don't know what possessed me to make this but clearly something about school ice packs and nausea does a lot :33...

#digital art #silly #shitpost ??#nvm yeah its a shitpost #art #my art #artist shit ig #school shenanigans #tw: bright colors #tw: mentions of nausea and feeling sick ig #my current motto seems to be: why go to the doctors ?? just that. there is no reason anymore.#dont repost #use it as a meme if you want ig #just dont claim it as your own #drop an ask or a comment and i can put different text over it :33 #artists on tumblr #artists of tumblr #the guy is just my sonna btw

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 months

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,327 Words

Summary: Harvest Moon’s first task goes well? Well, it goes well for the twins, at least.

Warnings: Injury, Mind Control, Nausea (mentioned only), Kidnapping (not described in detail), Mild Violence (minor fistfight), Blood, Cannibalism, Cursing, Bomb (mentioned only), Implied Mild Violence (mentioned possible second fistfight) let me know if I should add anything else.

Ghost Of You: Chapter 2

Blood Moon groaned waking up back in the tube again, getting released by it. His neck didn’t hurt anymore except a bruise. He didn’t know how he’d gotten here but Stitchwraith was by the control board for it.

“What happened? Why am I here?” Blood Moon asked as the tube released him and he took a few shaky steps out of it.

“Shut up. Eat.” Stitchwraith demanded.

“But I don’t want blood…” Blood Moon could barely believe he was saying it but the thought of eating blood made him nauseous, yet his stomach growled loudly regardless. The feelings from being human were awful.

“Not blood, idiot, human food. You’re human.” Stitchwraith sighed. Harvest Moon stepped forward with a bowl of human food. It looked like rice with corn, carrots, and peas with what looked like chicken whitish-brown sauce on top.

“Eat.” Harvest Moon demanded him and Blood Moon trembled under his twin’s gaze, shaking as he took the bowl and spoon and nodded, spooning a bit into his mouth and quietly eating as he realized it tasted really good.

He finished the bowl and handed it back to Harvest Moon, who traded the bowl for a cup with water, which he drank quickly. He handed the cup back and looked to Stitchwraith. Harvest Moon was terrifying right now and he felt too shaky to give him more blood.

“Go lay down. Now.” Stitchwraith demanded him and he quickly did, laying back on the half-broken bed again and staying there.

“You’re going to go hunt down that gator and fox and bring them to me.” Stitchwraith demanded Harvest Moon. Harvest Moon nodded, internally growling as his eyes darted to Blood Moon before leaving.

He was hurting his own twin. He was scaring him and he couldn’t make it stop. He’d broken through for a second and didn’t allow him to stop breathing when he was feeding last time, but he hadn’t managed anything else since.

It was like he was paralyzed and someone else was piloting his body. And the feeling of Blood Moon almost dying under his fingers was haunting him. He had nearly killed his own twin. Twice, actually. Because he’d almost bit into a place that could kill him.

It was a terrifying prospect, the thought of killing his own twin was heartbreaking and having almost done it twice was crushing him. Sure, it was the mind control, but he loved his brother. Blood Moon was the only person he had left and he was a fragile human compared to Harvest Moon’s reinforced animatronic body.

Harvest was too busy to pay attention when he saw Montgomery in his vision and then the stupid fox, he was dragging them, he thought, back to Stitchwraith as he could remember the way there and the place he went the first time with his twin.

He could feel the gator’s fist connect with his faceplate, reeling him backward into the ground and Harvest Moon used the confusion of the moment to break through the mind control.

“It’s not willing!” He managed to tell them.

“What?” Foxy asked but Harvest could feel the wash of the mind control trying to take back over.

“Keep hitting me!” He ground out and Monty absolutely did just that, giving him more blows and pinning him on the ground. Harvest Moon was almost grateful for this stupid gator.

“We’re not here willing. He’s mind controlling me. He’s making me use Blood Moon as a living blood donor.” He told them.

“How the hell does he have blood?” Monty asked.

“He made him human.” One blow connected with Harvest’s jaw and he felt his jaw ache but he saw this as his penance for draining his brother of almost a pint and a half of blood.

“He’s human!?” Foxy asked incredulously.

“He’s human. I almost killed him because I couldn’t control my body.” Harvest Moon hacked up oil and Monty stopped the punches.

“Alright, take us in there.” Monty told him. Obviously they had a plan, so Harvest let the mind control take over again and let it take them in to Stitchwraith.

“Good job. Bite.” Stitchwraith grabbed Blood Moon and held out his right wrist.

Blood Moon’s eyes were wide and he was staring off into space like he wasn’t all there, shaking with trauma. Blood Moon hadn’t even been this scared of Harvest Moon this morning, why the hell was he so scared now?

As Harvest was biting into Blood Moon’s wrist as he was directed, he glared at Stitchwraith. Harvest Moon pulled away after a few seconds of drinking. Blood Moon looked faint and dizzy, his blood hadn’t fully built back up. He was only a human, he had to be careful with him, so he glitched himself to release quicker and held Blood Moon against himself.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’ve seen a lot of shit, but slavery and imprisonment is a bit much even for me.” Monty sighed and pulled Blood Moon away from the two of them.

“Oh really? Even these two morons?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Especially these two ‘morons’ because I made their body the first time. Kinda like kids to me. Bit of a maternal instinct, gotta say.” She answered.

“Well, it’s not like it’ll matter in a few minutes.” Stitchwraith told them.

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t. But I can let my sons know they’re at least not hated by everyone. Even Foxy was worried about them.” Monty offered.

“Yeah, kinda got soft for kids.” Foxy admitted.

“So I’ll propose a deal.” Monty told him.

“What kind of deal?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Me for them. You get me, Foxy gets my kids and you leave all three of them and all my friends alone.” Monty told him.

“What?” Foxy asked.

“Deal. Disengage.” The machine on the back of Harvest Moon’s head fell off, disengaged and Monty pulled him away from Stitchwraith, over toward Foxy and put Harvest Moon’s hand into Foxy’s and Blood Moon’s into his own.

“Now.” Stitchwraith held out his hand.

“Actually no deal.” Monty chuckled, pulling Blood Moon against herself and Harvest Moon felt himself get tugged close by Foxy.

“What-“ Stitchwraith didn’t get to finish before Monty opened a portal and shoved Harvest Moon and Foxy through first and they landed in the main entrance and then Monty came back with Blood Moon and Blood Moon immediately hiccuped and clung to Monty.

“I’ll get him back to normal, or at least almost normal. But you need a distance right now. Whatever happened there, you two need a break from each other while I fix him and make sure he’s okay. Prolly take him to a hospital to make sure.” Monty rubbed Blood Moon’s back.

“What did you do to Stitchwraith?” Harvest Moon asked.

“Blew up his base. What? Ya think I don’t carry around bombs?” Monty chuckled.

Blood Moon held out a hand and tentatively held Harvest Moon’s hand, Bloody’s small hand inside Harvest’s much bigger hand, fitting but also not. It felt fragile and delicate compared to Harvest Moon’s so he cradled it in his own hand like a precious jewel.

“I still trust you.” Blood Moon whispered.

“I still trust you too. But try to trust him for now too. I can’t help you right now. The gator’s gonna take you to a hospital. And make sure I didn’t hurt you irreparably.” Harvest Moon told him, rubbing his thumb as carefully as he could over Blood Moon’s palm.

“I will. But you’ll visit if they keep me?” Blood Moon asked.

“I’ll visit.” He promised. “And I’ll probably talk to the damned daycare idiots, make sure they don’t try to hurt us.”

“Yeah, Foxy, stay with him so he doesn’t get punched in the face.” Monty told Foxy.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Won’t let your kid get punched in the face.” Foxy huffed. With that, the two led the twins opposite directions, one up to the daycare and the other to the hospital.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf stitchwraith #fnaf harvest moon #montgomery gator #fnaf foxy #snoweywrites #tw injury mention #tw mind control mention #tw nausea mention #tw kidnapping mention #tw violence mention #tw blood mention #tw cannibalism mention #tw cursing #tw bomb mention

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a snippet of the next scene after this post below the cut

TW: jonesy has a hangover, so a warning for implied nausea.

The next morning a massive scarred hand plunks a mug of steaming tea in front of Jonesy.

“Drink.”

Jonesy shakes her head like a petulant child and fights back the urge to gag.

“Suit y’self.” Ghost says placidly as he takes his spot opposite her at the table. Jonesy is sure he’s taking in her greasy hair and bloodshot eyes with his usual cool detachment. Jonesy leans forward to wrap her hands around the scalding ceramic and huffs out a sigh as her fingers begin to burn.

“Never liked him.”

Jonesy chances a glance at Ghost whose dark gaze is already boring a hole into her face.

“Yeah?” Fuckin’ hell her voice is wrecked.

Ghost nods once.

“Proper cunt, that one.”

Jonesy feels the corner of her mouth lift in a weak smile. Trust Ghost to say exactly what he’s thinking.

“You’re well shot of ‘im.” Ghost continues in that same conversational tone, like he’s discussing the drab grey drizzle outside instead of the cause of her recent hangover. Jonesy drops her gaze to the cloudy beige surface of her drink and blinks back the slight stinging sensation in her eyes.

Ghost doesn’t say anything else and Jonesy enjoys the silence, letting it stretch between the two of them as her tea slowly cools.

#oc: jonesy #sr #pfh wips #tw nausea mention #(but only implied and very briefly)#simon is doing his best (his best is making a mug of tea)

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For your presumed dead loving heart: Jaime is a no-show for training and not answering his phone, everyone is annoyed and Roy is pissed, until the police arrive asking help in identifying a body. Roy and Ted go and it's this whole ordeal thinking Jaime's dead, and being relieved it's not him. Meanwhile Jaime is alive but sunderground on the tubes with no service. When he finally gets to Richmond everyone is beside themselves, he's confused, Roy promptly grabs him and kisses him, chaos ensues.

A/N you guys love putting these guys through hell, don't you? And I am here for it! Love the drama. Love it all. Keep em coming! This one is a little shorter than most of the others but it's not the only one I plan to finish today. So, might have another post today. Not sure. Stay tuned.

Ao3

Ted Lasso Masterlist

Word count: 3k+

Paring: Roy/Jamie, Jamie & AFC Richmond Himbos (platonic)

Content Warning: car wreck, police detectives, death (some random dude), grief and loss, angst (happy ending), fear, mentions being sick/vomiting. Swearing, lots of swearing

A Very Bad Day for AFC Richmond Off Pitch

"This is not like Jamie," Dani says, his tone filled with concern.

"Well, not the newer Jamie, old Jamie maybe," Isaac says.

"But that Jamie is long gone. Our Jamie never misses," Dani Insists.

"And he usually tells someone. Did he train with Coach this morning?" Sam asks.

"I guess, but had to bail early. Said he had something to do before training," Colin states. He'd already asked. Now the coaches were sequestered in the office with the door closed. And that did not sit well with any of them.

"Coach Kent seems very angry," Jan states what they can all clearly see through the window. "He thinks Jamie is going back to old Jamie."

"Can you read lips?" The others ask.

"Helps learn languages faster. It unites verbal and vocal cues to memory faster," Jan says.

"Huh, what are they saying now?"

"That Jamie is still not picking up, and Keeley, I assume it is Keeley-" Jan says.

"Keeley, yes, he said it again," Richard agrees.

"Right, that she has not heard from him. And then Ted said that they can't just assume something then he looked away."

"Maybe they mean-" Richard goes to say but is cut off as a nervous-looking Higgins leads two men none of them knew into the locker room. Higgins hurries to knock on the gaffer's door. Then everyone silently waits. They can't hear what is said, but Roy goes silent and it looked like his anger drained right out with him as fast as the blood seemed to drain from Ted's face.

"Gatver," Jan curses. Richard unleashes a litany of curses in multiple languages. Dani goes pale.

"What?" Colin asks. "What happened? Who are they."

"Detectives," Jan says.

"Like Scotland Yard? Did they say metro or-" Colin is cut off when the office door opens and Ted and Roy leave.

Coach Beard looks at the team.

"What's going on, Coach?" Sam asks, hoping his friends were wrong. "Is it about Jamie?"

"We're those really detectives?" Isaac asks.

"Is Jamie okay?" Colin asks.

All three questions were asked at the same time. Beard holds his hands up. They go silent.

"First, yes they were detectives. Second, They don't know for sure yet but-" Everyone starts talking at once, and Beard looks at Higgins.

"Shut it!" Isaac shouts. "Let them finish." Beard nods at Isaac.

"It may or may not be about Jamie," Higgins says.

"How do they not know?"

"Because the car they found belonged to Jamie Tartt, but they couldn't ID the…" Higgins looks pained as he struggles to say it.

"They couldn't identify the driver," Beard says. His arms crossed over his chest.

"Was there an accident?" Sam asks, now very worried for his friend.

"If they couldn't identify him, then he is either dead or close to it," Jan states. Dani does the sign of the cross and mutters a prayer.

"The driver did not survive," Higgins finally says.

The room erupts into chaos.

"BUT IT COULD STILL BE SOMEONE ELSE!" Beard shouts. The team goes quiet again.

"Jamie has a very recognizable face," Dani says. "How do they not know? It is Jamie, or it isn't Jamie. Cannot be both."

"Roy said Jamie mentioned taking his car somewhere. That it had an issue. We don't know anything yet," Beard explains. "You boys can go home if you want. Training is-"

"We're not going nowhere, til we find out if Jamie is okay, right?" Isaac says, looking at the others who all adamantly agree.

"Well, then get comfy, might be a long wait."

"I should inform, Rebecca-Ms. Welton," Higgins says. And Beard nods as he goes back into his office in case someone calls.

"This cannot be happening," Dani says.

"Let's hope it isn't," Isaac says. "That is some sorta mix-up."

It goes quiet. No one is sure what to say, and everything feels wrong.

Roy doesn't even look at the team as he goes into the office and sits at his desk. Ted goes in and says something no one can make out to Beard before going back out to the oddly silent team. All of them just waiting for him to say something.

"Wasn't Jamie," Ted says. Shockingly direct and blunt for the usually verbose gaffer but the relief is palpable in the room. But everyone goes quiet again when Ted still doesn't look happy.

"Then what's wrong?" Sam asks. "Where is Jamie?"

"We still have not been able to track him down, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. He could just have a broken or dead phone. It is possible that there was a family emergency, or he got called away for something and didn't have time to let anyone know. We don't know anything except that someone had Jamie's car."

"Do they think someone took it from him, like violently?" Colin asks. He was too good at coming up with worst-case scenarios.

"No way of knowing yet," Ted says.

"So what? We just wait here until they tell us if Jamie is even alive?"

"Assuming they can find him," Bumbercatch says.

"Not the most positive of possibilities,” Ted says. “But we can only hope for a positive outcome."

"What does Roy think?" Colin asks.

"He hasn't said much other than that was definitely not Jamie," Ted answers honestly. "And I don't suggest asking him too much."

"Why not? He spends the most time with him," Jan says. Roy gets up and goes to the hall, slamming the door as he does. They all wince.

"Oh, I see," Jan says.

"He is taking this rather hard, it seems," Ted says.

It is quiet for a moment before Ted excuses himself to go talk to Rebecca and Higgins. And Roy, if he hasn't gone far, but Roy was already gone. So, he headed upstairs.

Roy let himself into Jamie's flat with a spare. He had told Jamie he needed to hide better, but Jamie had clearly failed to move the key. It was amazing no one had broken into his flat and- Roy was suddenly very concerned about what he might find inside. He called out for Jamie and was met with silence. Dread pooled in Roy's gut as he closes the door and made his way into Jamie's home. He looked around the floor before going upstairs and checking the first floor. Nothing. No Jamie. No sign anything was wrong. Absolutely nothing. Roy sat down on the edge of Jamie's bed and tried to think about every detail from their early morning training session. Jamie had seemed fine. He was his usual determined and annoyingly chatty self. He didn't seem worked up about anything other than his car having a light out or something. He was annoyed that he had to actually do something about it but not angry or even worried. It was eating Roy up that he hadn't stayed to find out more. Or offer to go wherever Jamie had to go with him. Fuck, why did it feel like he should have never left? Jamie is a grown-ass man. He didn't need Roy to hold his damn hand for everything.

"You sound broken," Keeley says when Roy finishes telling her what he knew.

"Fuck!" Roy shouts to the empty bedroom. He decided to keep the key and headed back to his car after locking up. The last thing he needed was for Jamie to come home to find his electronics missing or some shit. Roy ignores the tiny voice in the back of his mind that points out Jamie might never come home again. Might never do anything again. And it makes his knuckles go white as he grips his steering wheel and his breakfast threatening to make a reappearance for the second time that day. The first was right before they pulled the sheet back at the morgue. That moment when he thought he might actually have had to look at the cold and lifeless body of Jamie Tartt in the morgue. And fuck, that had nearly destroyed Roy. He had a moment of absolute relief when it was obvious that the body wasn't Jamie's. The face might not have been recognizable, but Roy had just seen Jamie. He knew Jamie's tattoos, and those were different. He knew Jamie's ring. Even his stupid fucking earrings. And the body had none of them. They hadn't taken any of them from the body. Roy actually knew a lot more of Jamie than he even realized he did. He could close his eyes and see the man in vivid detail. For better or for worse, Roy knew Jamie better than most people did. They spent hours talking about mundane shit during early morning runs and training. They even had breakfast on occasion. And Roy had enjoyed every fucking second of his time with Jamie. He drove back to Nelson Road, but before he got out of his car, he called Keeley to update her.

"Fucking feel broken," he admits.

"Is it because you care for Jamie more than you actually want to admit, or is it because you finally did admit it, and now you are scared you won't be able to do anything about it?"

"The second one," Roy says. "Fuck, Keeley, if something's happened and he-"

"You are going to work yourself into a mess with what-ifs, and when he does come home, you're going to make him worry or, worse, feel guilty. So just breathe and go be with the others. Call me if you hear anything, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Thanks, Keeley," he says before hanging up. He takes a few deep breaths and goes inside. He waves off anyone that tries to ask how he is. He tells them he went by Jamie's flat, and he wasn't there, and nothing seemed off. Everyone just settles in to wait for some kind of answer.

Jamie rushes through the door, verbally apologizing for being late, but the train was late. When he notices that it is eerily silent despite the locker room being what had seemed like it's usually chaos when he came in. He looks up. And the room feels fucking off. Dani looks like he has been crying for who knows how long. Colin looks like he's seen a fucking ghost. Sam looks absolutely shook.

"Who fucking died?" Jamie means it as a dark joke, but when Colin's gaze snaps to Isaac like he expected their captain to explain. Jamie realizes it might not be a joke. "Wait, what-" but he is cut off by a body hitting his. And it knocks him breathless for a second. When he inhales, he gets hit with the overwhelming scent of Roy fucking Kent, and Jamie's brain might have to reboot because when he looks at Roy's face. The man looks fucking shattered, and Jamie is about to ask what was going on when Roy's lips are on his. Jamie swears Roy's hands shake as they grip the sides of Jamie's face. The striker drops the bag he was still holding so he can grip Roy's sides. He has no idea what is going on, but if Roy is kissing him, then he sure as shit isn't going to miss the opportunity to kiss Roy fucking Kent. 17-year-old him would have fucking lost his shit if he could see this.

"Not that I'm complainin'," Jamie says once he gets air back in his lungs. "But what the fuck was that for?"

"Where the fuck have you been? And where the fuck is your phone?" Roy asks.

Jamie's brow furrows despite the fact Roy still has a grip on his face. "Phones in me bag," Jamie says. "Some prick smashed me tail light. Told ya earlier had to drop it round the shop. Fuckin day for it. Seems the tube system is fucked today. Took fucking ages, and there's never any service down there, or I'd have let you know I'd be late. Shoulda got a loner. Ya gonna tell me going on? What happened?"

"They said you was fucking dead, bruv," Isaac answers him. Roy fucking tenses but doesn't pull away. “Then you weren’t, but still could be.”

Jamie is pretty sure Roy is not a PDA guy, but if what Isaac said is true, Roy's reaction made a bit more sense now, but still, what the fuck?

"What? Who?" Jamie asks and shifts to actually hug Roy, like an actual comforting hug. The right move based on the fact Roy moves one hand to the back of his neck, and the other goes around his shoulder.

"A detective dropped by and asked us to come identify a body," Ted answers. "Was a tense ride to the police station. I can tell you that much. Thought ol' Roy was going to pass out or throw up. And not cuz of the dead body. Obviously, wasn't you, since you're here. But whooey were we glad it wasn't you. I'm sorry for whoever it was and hope their family will be alright, but never been so glad NOT to see one of you fellas."

"Fuckin hell," Jamie mutters. "Ehhhh…can you guys…umm."

"Right!” Ted claps. “Now that our boy is here, time to train."

The team grumbles, but they go. Once everyone is gone. Jamie focused on Roy.

"I'm fine, Roy," Jamie says. Not coach, boss, or some joke about his age. He says his name. And that has something twisting in Roy's stomach. Good or bad, he doesn't know. "Really, I swear."

"Fuck," is the first thing Roy manages to articulate, and that earns a nervous laugh from Jamie.

"Yeah," Jamie grins because he can feel Roy start to relax. "Makes a lot more sense why I had like a hundred messages and voicemails. I just thought you all were just mad I was late. Not like late for me next birthday, kinda late." Jamie winces at his own dark humor joke. It earns a grunt from Roy, and he finally pulls away to actually look at Jamie.

"You have the worst fucking humor," Roy states.

"Yeah, that one’s a bit dark, innit?" Jamie laughs. "Probably not me best timed one either."

"Fuck no," Roy grunts.

"But a bad joke is still a joke, and can't tell many of those if 'm dead."

Roy nods in agreement.

"You right enough that I can get me kit on? Or do you need another hug?" Jamie genuinely asks. He's not about to rush anything, even if it is just letting Roy process the fact Jamie is very much still alive. Roy seems to weigh his options. He studies Jamie before pulling him in for another kiss. Jamie gives him exactly what he wanted. Once they pull apart again, Roy tells him to hurry the fuck up and get out on the pitch. Jamie just laughs.

He is lacing up his boots when his phone rings, and he answers it.

"Fucking hell, Jamie. Are you alright?" Keeley asks. She seems almost as stressed as the team was, and Jamie realizes someone must have called her trying to find him.

"I'm fine, still very much alive and late for training," he tells her.

"Roy was losing his fucking mind," Keeley says.

"I know, he…well, I'll tell you later. If I don't get out there, the whole damn team might come looking for me. I promise I will tell you the full story."

"After training," she says.

"Right, after training," he agrees.

"I'll hold you to it," Keeley says. "Oh, and I'm sorry about your car, but you can always get a new one."

"Wait, what about me car?" he asks as he finishes lacing his boots.

"Uhh, ask Roy. He can give you the details. And help you pick a new one," she says.

"Right, okay. Gotta go, yeah?"

"Text me later, babe. Now go on."

Jamie grins as he hangs up and heads to the tunnel.

Roy looks over at him as he reaches the pitch.

"You good? Took you a while," Roy looks him over, but he looks fine.

"Keeley called," Jamie states.

"That would do it," Roy nods.

"She mentioned something," Jamie says. Roy is suddenly very concerned that Keeley said something Roy hadn't had the nerve to say out loud but was pretty sure Jamie had figured out based on the fact Roy had nearly knocked him over and kissed him. Fuck that was- his thoughts are cut off when Jamie speaks.

"What happened to me car?" Jamie asks, and Roy grunts.

"Totaled. Some prick took it for a joyride and got themselves killed."

"Fuck,” Jamie says. His car was just a car, but yeah he can see why the police and shit got involved. “And you guys thought it was me?"

"Until Ted and I told them that the dead guy was not you."

"You had to…fuck, Roy. That's fucked up."

"Yeah, well, better us than your mum having to drive four hours to do it."

"Don't even joke. That would kill her," Jamie grimaces.

"Wasn't exactly a fun time for us either. But I knew it wasn't you," Roy says.

"How?" Jamie is actually curious.

"Because I know you, Jamie. I know you better than I do most people. And I know that for a reason."

"Oh yeah? What is that?"

"Because someone has to make sure you do shit, like move your damn spare key," Roy says, holding up the spare key to Jamie's flat. "I told you to do that weeks ago. It was way too obvious. And you are too famous to be that-"

"Stupid?" Jamie offers up, eyeing the key.

"Reckless," Roy finishes. "Fucking hell, Jamie."

"Just keep it, then I won't have to hide one," Jamie shrugs.

"Are you serious?" Roy asks, absolutely shocked.

"I mean, you show up at my house like every morning before dawn. Might as well make it easier on both of us and keep it. Besides, I have a feeling you'll be using a lot more now that-" Jamie is cut off by Roy kissing him. They get catcalls and wolf whistles from the players on the pitch. Jamie blushes and ducks his head when they pull apart. Roy just flips everyone off and tells them to fuck off and take a lap. They laugh until they realize he wasn't joking. Jamie joins them. After the lap, there is a lot of hugging, especially between Jamie, Dani, and Sam, before training actually starts in earnest. Jamie may need a new car, but he is sure as hell glad he has his coaches and his friends, especially Roy. Roy was easily becoming a bit of everything. His coach, his friend, and now something more. Yeah, Jamie could live with needing a new car for this outcome. He can live with that.

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