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innytoes · 9 months

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Dark fantasy AU?

-In hindsight, as he's being chased through the forest, hunted by mythical creatures is not where Reggie thought he'd end up when his folks told him they were moving to Los Angeles. Honestly, considering how he used to roam the woods and fields near his Meemaw's farm, the fact that he'd stumbled into a fairy circle near the beach was almost insulting.

-It's not even that he manages to outrun them. It's that one night (he thinks it's night, though time moves differently here and light and dark are all tangled up and is the purple haze of the sky supposed to be dusk or dawn or just a dark stop of the forest?) he'd decided to just... give up.

He couldn't remember how long he'd been running, running from the pounding of hooves and the yapping of dogs that did not look anything like what a dog should look like. He couldn't remember a time where he wasn't hungry, or thirsty, or tired, but something inside of him just kept making him run and run and run

-But he'd had enough. So he just sat down, with his back towards the noise, and hoped they'll kill him quickly. And to comfort himself, he sang the lullaby his Meemaw used to sing when he was scared of the thunder.

-That's what saved him. One of the fae, Caleb, was so charmed by the song that instead of doing whatever it is they did with their prey, he bundled Reggie up and took him to his... castle. Dwelling. Domain.

-He was dressed in finery and made to sing as Caleb and the other fae danced and ate and did things that Reggie very much had not wanted to see, thank you very much. But eventually, they slept, and Reggie met... the other humans who were trapped here.

-Luke, a young boy who had run away from home to become a musician in 1875. He was distraught to hear Reggie tell him it was the nineties now. Even more distraught when Reggie clarified it was the 1990s.

-There was Alex, who had been cast out of his village for reasons he did not want to share, but that Reggie figured out pretty quickly when he saw the way he looked at Willie. He'd fallen asleep near a fairy circle, and the promises he'd been made had been so tempting, he'd said yes before he fully understood the deal.

-And then there was Willie. The boy who had been stolen from his parents, a changeling left in his place. Who had grown up here, a part of this world yet not really. Who did not know what the other boys meant when they talked about years, or America, or really the whole concept of 'family'.

-Luke's the one who tells them of their escape plan. Alex is worried they can't trust Reggie not to rat him out to Caleb, and Reggie is like: um excuse me I was just hunted for sport for who knows how long you think I wanna help that guy?

-But before he can Willie just tilts his head and says: his heart is pure.

-Which is very sweet but also a little creepy.

-Anyway, they do manage to escape Caleb's clutches somehow, and end up back in the human world.

-Being yeeted out of a little ring of mushrooms in the soil of a plant Ray overwatered in the big plant wall of the Molina studio was not particularly pleasant, okay. Considering a real human should not be able to fit through that. But Willie explained that as soon as a fairy portal grew, it was only a manner of time that the fairies would notice it and stake it out to see what they could lure to their realm.

-Somehow, Luke and Alex get thrown clear across the room, Luke slamming against the door, Alex dropping onto the concrete floor.

-Reggie's not sure if him crashing against a pretty wooden piano is better or worse. The sound it made was definitely worse.

-Somehow, Willie ends up sitting crosslegged on the little piano bench, and he turns and quickly crushes up the mushrooms to destroy the portal.

-Julie, of course, is screaming, Alex and Luke and Reggie are screaming. Willie is trying to explain to Julie she over-watered her fern and pouts when she runs away.

-No they're not ghosts but they are changed and they all have weird powers. Luke nearly cries with joy that he can still summon his guitar. Alex is really not okay with this whole 'walking through walls' thing. Reggie is sad he cannot summon a puppy or a pizza.

-Willie can teleport short distances and is shocked to learn humans can't just do that? You have to walk everywhere? Or ride a horse. What's a car? What's roller skates? He needs to see one of these skateboad things immediately, let's summon the human girl back to ask for one. What can they trade for a skateboard?

-They're kind of freaked out at the whole 2020 thing, but hey, Reggie's like: at least it hasn't been a hundred years like when I told Luke about the 90s.

-Queue canon but it's even worse and more chaotic.

#julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #what do I even call this?#kidnapped by the fae au #I had such a hard time sorting out what was dark fantasy vs supernatural vs horror so... had a breakdown bon appetit #spent days going NO WE ARE NOT DOING A(NOTHER) CORALINE AU #I've only had creepy changeling willie who isn't entirely human anymore for 15 minutes #but if anything were to happen to him etc etc #alex does maybe like the whole 'being able to turn invisible' thing #except it doesn't work on Julie #for some reason #(*cough* Rose's great grandmother may have been a changeling)#Caleb of course is unseelie and rose's great great grandparents had trouble conceiving #they asked the fair folk for help and got a child... but then their child was swapped with a changeling after a few months #and they were all: um excuse we want our child back. No we're not giving this one back to you #tough shit a deal's a deal we gave you our magic music box for a kid and you gave us two no refunds because you screwed up #the story has been passed down for generations and Ray thinks it's a sweet fairytale #except there it's real and he's like: ... okay then. And then in true Molina tradition goes: *shrug* it's free children

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dont-offend-the-bees · 3 months

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We need better fucking care infrastructure. I should not be trusted with anyone's care ever 💛

#thing is caring for myself? I'm not GREAT at it but i can scrape by #i know my limits i know how much or little i need to survive i know that i can usually more or less bounce back after a tough time #i think if my life fell out from under me i could probably scrape it back even if i wound up doing a lot of couch surfing in the meantime #i genuinely don't know how I'll survive if i have to be fucking sole carer for someone #dad's on his way back now and he's been prescribed antibiotics and hopefully that's that #but at least a couple of times a year there's some shit like this #an awful cough or an infection or a fucking insane choice to like do some diy on the outside of the house standing on the windowsill #he fucking nearly chokes on his food once or twice a week #maybe he's just one of those cockroach type motherfuckers who'll never die no matter how the universe steps on him #but I'm fucking PISSED that he's taking that for granted and won't even sit and fucking talk to me about what happens when his luck runs out #I've been looking after mum alone for what four hours today and I'm already so tired and frustrated i wanna die #i am. a deeply impatient and unsociable creature.#i can be infinitely patient with friends! those are my fave people i chose to have them in my life I'd wait like a fucking mountain for them #mum and i were.... already sort of At Odds before all this started.#i'm the kid she never 100% really wanted and who never really 100% wanted to be here #and now we're stuck together and one day possibly sooner than any of us want it will be. just the two of us.#and i just. i don't know what that looks like. i really don't.#anyway. mental breakdown over hopefullly.#with a bit of luck dad and i actually fucking TALK before the next one #idk man. i never really knew what i wanted to do with my life but i thought I'd have time to figure it out #but maybe I'm just. the unqualified burnout with covid memory damage and a whole ass other human to care for #the exact thing i set out to avoid when i decided never to have kids #anyway. enough oversharing.#thank you anyone who's read my spiralling tag rambles in solidarity i love you #mr. bees speaks

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windfighter · 1 year

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Can you tell I don't care about football?

The title isn't even a title. I just really don't care about football and this is the second??? third??? time I use it to hurt this blorbo. Enjoy x3

Prompt: Blurry vision | Support | ”I think I need to sit down”

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Kouji stumbled. The world spun around him, out of focus. His head hurt. The air was thick and heavy and hard to get into his lungs. His heart banged against his ribcage. Quick beats like a woodpecker. An arm wrapped around his waist.

”You okay?”

Kouichi. Kouji leaned against him, blinked. Okay wasn’t… the right word.

”Think I’m sick”, he mumbled.

He waved a hand infront of his face. He could see it, but the edges were blurry. It probably meant something.

”World’s…”

He didn’t quite find the words to explain. Was too tired. His heart beat too loudly. Why did he come along to the park to begin with? His body tilted forwards and he didn’t have energy to fight it. Kouichi tugged at him, tried to get him to stay standing. It wouldn’t work.

”...think I need to sit down”, Kouji said.

Kouichi tugged at him again. Turned around a bit. Kouji had no idea what he was searching for.

”Alright, let’s get you seated down”, Kouichi said.

He took a step. Kouji tried to lift a foot, but his knees buckled. Hit the ground. Kouji’s head spun worse. He leaned forwards, hands against the grass. Closed his eyes. He could hear the others come closer as well. Izumi, Junpei, Tomoki and Takuya. He opened his eyes, but they didn’t want to stay open.

Why had he come along to the park?

A hand was placed on his shoulder, someone shook him. Sounds were starting to be just as blurry as his vision.

”Let’s get him lying down”, Junpei said. ”And get some water into him.”

Lying down sounded nice. Kouji leaned to the side, let gravity do the job of pulling him down. Hands turned him over, put him on his back. He blinked, but his eyes still didn’t want to stay open.

”Takuya, go get your bag”, Kouichi said.

Soft steps as Takuya ran away, returned. Something soft was placed under Kouji’s legs. The bag. They pulled his bandana off, put a wet towel across his forehead. His head slowly started cooperating again.

”Sorry”, he whispered.

”You have a fever”, Kouichi said.

Kouji wasn’t sure how Kouichi knew, but he nodded.

”You woke up with a fever”, Kouichi repeated, ”and decided that playing football sounded like a good idea.”

Kouji frowned. When Kouichi put it like that it made him sound like an absolute moron. He opened his eyes. The world was in focus.

”I didn’t think it was this bad?” he tried.

”You almost fainted”, Junpei said. ”That’s pretty bad.”

Kouji rubbed his eyes, yawned. Tried to sit up. Takuya put a foot on his shoulder.

”You’re not getting up until we’re sure you’re fine.”

Kouji felt small where he was on his back, with Takuya, Izumi and Tomoki towering above him. At least Junpei and Kouichi had the sense to sit down. He turned towards Kouichi.

”I’m fine, promise.”

Fine was an exaggeration, but the air didn’t feel as thick any longer. Kouichi looked at him, put his head in his hands and shook it.

”Fine, sit up if you want to.”

Takuya took his foot off Kouji’s shoulder, took a step back. Kouji stayed on the ground. He took a shaky breath. Tomoki sat down.

”Are you thirsty?” he asked.

”I’m not helpless”, Kouji answered.

”No, but are you thirsty?”

Kouji snorted. His throat felt dry.

”A bit”, he admitted.

Tomoki disappeared out of Kouji’s field of view, rummaged around in the bag under his legs. A bottle was placed in Kouji’s hand and Kouji took a few sips out of it. The water was cool despite the sun shining on them. Kouji closed his eyes and put the bottle on the ground again.

”...call mom or dad?” he asked.

He wasn’t helpless but his head still felt a bit weird and he wasn’t sure he could muster the words to explain to his parents what happened. Kouichi squeezed his shoulder, took the phone from his pocket. Kouji listened as Kouichi explained what had happened. Someone took the towel from Kouji’s forehead, rewetted it and put it back. They talked quietly, Kouji didn’t listen. He was almost drifting off.

”Mama’s on the way”, Kouichi said. ”How are you feeling?”

”Tired?” Kouji suggested.

He put a hand on his chest, massaged it. His heart felt like it was trying to escape through his ribcage. Kouichi frowned.

”Is it pneumonia?”

Kouji shook his head.

”Heart’s still racing”, he said. ”It’s uncomfortable.”

”Are you having a fucking heart attack?!”

Kouichi’s suddenly louder voice made Kouji’s head pound again. He clenched his eyes shut and shook his head.

”I’m too young for a heart attack”, he said with a laugh.

”Young people can get heart attacks too, especially if they decide to work out when they have a fever.”

”Really feel like you’re scolding me now.”

He pushed himself into a sitting position. The towel fell to the ground next to him. His head spun, but not as bad as earlier. He put his hands in his lap, kicked the bag to the side. Took a few deep breaths to try and get his speeding heart under control. He hadn’t expected it to get this bad.

”It’s not a heart attack”, he repeated.

Kouichi opened his mouth to protest. Kouji was so tired. He leaned forwards, put his head in his hands.

”No, really, it’s not. Mom’s taught me the signs in case dad would get one.”

Kouichi sighed. Moved closer and sat down right next to Kouji.

”...okay then. Think you can walk to the parking lot?”

Kouji hesitated. Maybe. The thought of standing up sounded like a chore. He put a hand on the ground.

”Have to”, he answered.

Because he did, didn’t he? Mom wouldn’t be able to carry him there and he wasn’t helpless. Just a little sick and tired. He got his feet under himself, pushed himself up. The world spun. His head exploded. Someone wrapped an arm around his waist and put his arm over their shoulders.

”Easy there.”

Takuya. Kouji’s legs trembled. But he wasn’t falling back down. Success? He leaned against Takuya. Takuya laughed.

”Need me to carry you?”

”Don’t think I’m that sick”, Kouji said.

Kouichi stood up, grabbed Kouji's hand and pressed two fingers against his wrist. Kouji blinked, stared at him. There was a frown on Kouichi’s face.

”If you can carry him, please do”, Kouichi said.

He let go of Kouji, shook his head. Crossed his arms over his chest. Kouji rolled his eyes.

”That’s almost as high as your exercise pulse.”

”I have been working out”, Kouji said.

”Yeah, but it’ll usually be normal by now.”

Kouichi had that irritating know-it-all voice he got when he knew better than Kouji. Kouji rolled his eyes again and tried to take a step. Takuya followed, but Kouji’s legs didn’t quite want to carry him, his lungs didn’t quite want to get enough air. His chest hurt and his pulse sped up. He clenched his hand around Takuya’s shirt. Why did he get out of bed?

Takuya laughed, took a better grip around Kouji’s waist before leaning down. His other arm behind Kouji’s knees and the world tilted. Kouji stared at the sky. Well, this was stupid. The whole situation was stupid. He put his head on Takuya’s shoulder, released a frustrated breath.

”Just this once”, he said.

”Just this once”, Takuya agreed.

Kouji closed his eyes, counted his heartbeats as Takuya walked. Way too high, but he wouldn’t admit that if he could avoid it. Mom would know what to do. He pressed a hand against his chest. Next time he was sick he’d just stay in bed until he was better.

Yeah, no, that was a lie. He wouldn’t and he knew it.

Takuya stopped. Kouji blinked, looked around. Already at the parking lot. Takuya let go of Kouji’s legs, lowered him onto a bench. Kouji rubbed his eyes, leaned forwards. His head pounded to the beat of his heart and his stomach was starting to protest as well.

”How…” he started. Swallowed. ”How do I look?”

He hoped it didn’t come across as flirtatious. That Takuya wouldn’t answer in a flirtatious manner. He needed to know.

”Like death walked over you”, Kouichi answered.

”Yeah…”

Kouji pulled his hands across his face. Leaned back and closed his eyes. He felt like it too. He heard a car pull up, the door open. What sounded like mom’s shoes against asphalt. A hand against his knee, Kouichi’s awkward greeting. Kouji opened his eyes. Mom. She looked at him, grabbed his hand. Put two fingers against his wrist in a gesture he wasn’t supposed to notice. She frowned and Kouji agreed.

”Hey”, she said. ”Ready to go?”

She didn’t mean home, he could see it in her eyes. But they didn’t need to worry the others. He nodded, reached for Takuya. Takuya pulled him up, held him as he stumbled to the car. Mom opened the door to the passenger seat and Kouji sank down in it. Buckled up before leaning back, closing his eyes and listening to his heart pounding in his ears.

”Can I come with you?” Kouichi asked.

Their voices sounded far away, from the other side of an iron door. Kouji leaned the seat back a little. He was starting to feel dizzy.

”I’m sorry, Kouichi. Not this time. We’ll call you later, I promise.”

”From the hospital”, Kouji slurred because his brain was an asshole and decided to let it slip.

He really wasn’t feeling well. Cartoonish noises left Kouichi, or maybe it was just Kouji’s brain playing trick on him. Someone closed the door on his side, he couldn’t tell who from behind his closed eyelids. The darkness was nice though. Soft. Silent.

...they should probably have called an ambulance.

The engine roared to life and the car shook. Kouji pressed a hand against his mouth, then let it fall down. He was drained. Mom squeezed his knee, or was he imagining, and then the car jerked as mom pressed the gas pedal down. Kouji slid against the window. It was cool, released some of the ache behind his forehead. He sighed.

If whatever was wrong didn’t kill him, Kouichi would.

#windy writes #whumpril2023 #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #kouichi kimura #takuya kanbara #the others are there too but they barely do anything #sick kouji #it was nice to write some actual whump today :3 #although I enjoyed a break to write non-whump as well #but I'm a little bit better so we're back on out bullshit #I still have a fever and am coughing but my nose isn't constantly running #it has entered the hell-stage where it's just blocked and I can't unclog it at all though help it sucks #anyway kouji can have little a whump as a treat to me :3 #sorry frontier-tag you'll never get rid of me ^^'#unless you block me I guess #you probably already have #honestly valid we're all in charge of our own internet experiences #anyway to the few who hasn't blocked me I hope you enjoyed this disaster :3 #this story inspired by a friend from loooong ago telling me about a person who died after he had gone to the gym with a cold #if you're sick please take it easy and rest your bodies #see you all later today (it's already tomorrow in sweden) for another disaster I guess!

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foxgirlbutt · 6 months

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Did you know that for the low low price of Your Lungs, you too can fill the air with Dust?

Dust! Breathe it in!

#i'm so fucking miserable #we're constantly coughing and our entire back is extremely itchy

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united-under-skyfall · 6 months

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#i think one thing i really didn't prepare for w overnights is just how fucking lonely it is. like yeah 80% of the reason i took it was to #get away from customers but like. it worked. and the night shift team is v v small. there's only 4 of us and we've never been scheduled all #at once yet. and usually we're running around on completely opposite ends of the building going long periods of time without #radioing each other. and then i come home all amped up and the rest of my house is still asleep. and then when they wake up #it's just to get ready and go and we don't really have time to talk. and by the time they get back i'm sleeping #and it's my first night off and i can't fuck up my whole schedule i worked so hard to switch over to w them flipping me all over the place #so now i'm just like. sitting in the half light trying not to wake anybody up not doing anything. the only places near us open are #gas stations and i can't exactly loiter there and what would i do even if i could. and it's too cold to go for a walk or to the park #or something. and i feel like i haven't talked to another human being about something that wasn't related to work in years #and it's only been a week.#and we can listen to music or podcasts or something but our carts and machines are so loud you miss half of it. and we can't hold #super long conversations when we ARE in the same room for the same reasons. plus we all want to die so none of us feel like talking.#and just. im tired and lonely and want to sleep and im already regretting this but i'd feel bad for backing out now when they have so #few options and i volunteered for it in the first place #and then there's also like. even just doing my usual solitary thing at home feels so much more isolated bc there's not the noises #of other people existing nearby. the nearest signs of life are some coughing and then a car on the other side of the block #just. what am i even doing here.#tag ramble

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tempestforged · 8 months

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--- LUNAETIS ( THE ABYSSAL PRINCESS ): DAZE [ abyss lumi & wriothesley ! ]

IT BEGAN LIKE IT ALWAYS DID, a dream of a kingdom ruled by malice and cursed by the gods, creatures with fur as black as midnight and armour made of bones circling around his feet as he walked through ruined streets towards that throne that presided over all. Never would he forget the sight of the woman who sat atop it, that sorrow as no tears fell from her eyes and malice chained her to a throne it felt like she never wanted.

The hound never understood before why he always dreamt of the hounds circling his feet until the night they howled, rushing forward to snap those chains with teeth that felt more like condensed starlight than carapace. They had bowed to their Mistress that night, and so the him that was not him knelt at her feet, her eternal guard that awaited her orders as he always had and always would.

The first time he'd told the Iudex of the dreams, of the constellation imprinted upon his side, he was sworn to secrecy, charges fabricated to send him down into depths where the gateway between Abyss and reality lurked. His friend, his mentor, had warned him to tell no one the origin of his constellation, that his mission was to stand guard over the seal that his Queen had pleaded with them to create before her exodus into that decaying land.

How he'd tried and tried to ask her name, watching her lips move before being violently rejected from the memory, as if some great buffer existed to keep that knowledge from him. Overtime, he rose from the dark, assuming the position of administrator at the Iudex's behest, finally understanding just why he was the sole person fit to assume the role upon seeing the intricate secret that was kept in the deep.

She'd become clearer to him then, her form appearing to stalk the halls like a ghost in the dead of night. Only Once did he follow her, through the winding pipes to a workshop that the exiles claimed to be haunted, watching his Queen move back and forth like she was looking for something that he couldn't attempt to perceive amidst the metals and intricate weaponry that seemingly floated into her hand.

How easily it was to drift to sleep in her presence, dreams like memories showing him companions he'd forgotten somehow. Showing the princess standing above him with a crystal made of starlight and as cold as ice in her hands, beckoning him, beckoning her CERBERUS to take it, to forge a weapon fitting of his station from her blessing. He knew her, he knew her name, so why couldn't he hear it?

By the time he awoke, she was gone, the only indicator of her presence a core for the gauntlets he'd painstakingly created. He knew not to use it, that it was designed to stem the tide of the world's origin. So he hid it, wrapping it in cloth and allowing it to pass from his memory until that dial reached its pinnacle, the clock striking twelve and calling him to fulfil the duty he swore to uphold to his QUEEN so long ago

The sleight of hand had been far too easy, swapping the cores with each other and invoking that which had once been his. The awareness is almost exhilarating, the familiar howls echoing around his mind as the core integrated itself into the machinery. He was almost tempted to laugh at the hilarity of the situation, of his constellation being so familiar but so wrongly named, he was the Abyssal Queen's loyal guard after all, but for his constellation to be so wrongly named was far too funny for him to not find joy in the situation.

One punch turns to two, two turns to four, in the same way she'd taught him to create that seal so long ago. It was almost as if he was declaring to the world, to her, that the KNIGHT OF CERBERUS had returned to fulfil his oaths to the woman who walked beneath like his reflection.

"To you, I do return my Queen, my LUMINE."

[@lunaetis]

#hound of cerberus roar ;; wriothesley #with your every choice the world slumbers ;; abyssal princess ;; lunaetis #[ coughs ].[ we're so back].[coughs]#genpact spoilers #spoilers #verse: The Knight Reborn [ Wrio ]

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soryualeksi · 2 years

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Update on Mini Kiddo: PCR was positive with an unfortunately low ct value. We're managing the fever fever fever (basically, her baseline temperature is around 38 C at all times rn and when the meds fade out it wants to go up again quickly, she was truly burning up last night in the early morning hours...) and make sure she's comfortable, cuddle her a lot, she's thankfully eating a little (mostly snacks, but that's ok) and drinking some. When the fever is managed, she's actually in a somewhat okay-ish mood, just producing sooooooooo much mucus, but you can always tell when we have to give her more medicine because then in minutes she goes absolutely MISERABLE and does nothing but wail and shriek and cry until it gets better again. :(

I hope that this is the worst it will get.

#covid 19 #soryuchan's personal issuss #she got it from her daycare caretaker and she is heartbroken but it's not her fault at all #she was testing daily when she got a cough and then one test was positive when the one HOURS before was negative #and only then did she get significantly ill and mini kiddo got sick like 12 hours later #it's really not her fault #but she's feeling awful and guilty and is asking after mini kiddo's condition #it's just overall shit #also thinking about those people that go 'oh it's not DANGEROUS for kids it will LIKELY not actually kill them so it's no issue at all'#like a toddler being absolutely MISERABLE and suffering isn't enough #uuuuugh everything sucks #we're all quarantining at home but so far mine and my husband's tests are still negative #since i have a sore throat and a dry cough I'm very sure they'll turn positive on the weekend tho #also obviously I'm nonstop getting smeared with infectious mucus and spit from a wailing suffering and VERY clingy toddler #oh well i told my work already that I'm expecting my tests to come back positive before monday and I'll keep them informed #when i told them another guy dropped off his 'you are hereby ordered to isolate yourself and quarantine' documents on the desk and left too #they wished me good luck but really I'm sure I'm infected and will keep testing #meh #this sucks so badly #so far at least big kiddo doesn't seem to be sick #i hope it stays this way #meeeeeh

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ahdriking · 2 years

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Human beings are so fucking conceptually smart (like languages?? communication?? mathematics?? physics?? wow bitch) that the only problems we have are those we create for ourselves, and we have the ability to solve all of them, but for some entirely baffling reason, we simply Do Not.

#honestly sometimes i take a step back #and marvel at how amazing humans are #and then i take another step #and despair cos we're so fucking stupid bitch oh my god #like my fellow human being #we dont have to make life harder for each other #in this cruel world of eat shit and die we're all just trying to find some joy #cons unfortunately we were burdened with sentience and the ability to despair #so lets not waste the valuable seconds we have of consciousness bullshitting each other about things #we have no real interaction with in any way shape or form #cough cough abortion rights #fuck you american grandpas

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jrueships · 2 years

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John and Trae doing Drew League together and then losing is unfortunately cringefail but in character

I HEARD ABT THEM DOIN THAT AS A LIL TV BLOOP N I WAS GONNA POST ABT IT BUT I'M GLAD I DIDN'T CUS 😭😭

.... yeah, on brand.. BUT HEY! they ultimately cringefail but they ultimately cringefail TOGETHER!! whatever way love works for ya ig 😭

#for all 3 of em #embiid rlly stay praying on others downfalls he goes on twitter n searches up his enemies names #JUST to get some scrap of ammo on them #THEN he went to play hoop against other innocent civilians himself n bullied them all #HOW JOHN THE FIRST NBA PLAYER TO FOUL OUT IN THE DREW ???#was he just not careful or sumn like you gotta play careful with these people bro they got a 9 to 5 job to go back to!!#how u expect them to drive a truck with a broken ANKLE john THINK john THINK!!#this not helpin ur case against the millions of hawks fans wanting you traded like every year 😭#BUT yknow they were in good spirits!#trae n john i mean #they were also super nice to everyone else even the guy that postered john congratulated #not gettin in fights like..... cough. demar.COUGH #i hope they had fun 😭 very them to lose tho very funny #'me and my boyfriend saw you from across the bar n he didnt like your vibes so we're gonna beat the shit outta u' vibes #but me and my boyfriend lose in this story #thats them hitting up drew league #like demar and lebron tho they comma too comma had gay s*x #i was there i saw it!!!!#but yeah end of the day conclusion ... john needs his floof hair back this never woulda happened to chokehold embiid john #im just sayin! what had to be said !!!!#i cant believe embiid rlly actually yea i can with his petty ass #thats why theyre so perfect for each other #wonder if john got any way to defend himseld #guess we'll wait n see!#indeed embiid #johnny collins #john/trae #john/joel #dont think i forgot abt them now..#ted asks

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cocogoat · 2 years

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girl help im dying from allergies

#◯ ༚ 。🍓 valentine.times #its super windy today #but thats NOT helping w/ how hot it is its just . so hot #its cooler up where we're camping but :')#also my cough came back i am going to die

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n0ct0urn1quet · 2 years

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guogugh. guguugoguguhg., sentimental hours

#nothin happened LOL i am just . oh i am thinkgin (positive)#im just sitting her elike oh wow im gonna. like. meet my gf in person in the next year or two at least #and !!!! idk its kinda funny i think abt it a lot n in my mind its like OH its not a big deal its gonna happen no mattr what so :]#but then sometimes i like REALLY think about it and im like oh my god. like. Im Gonna Meet Her One Day in person and. idk JSKDLKJG #its hard 2 explain !!!!! ig its just like when i passively think abt it im like oh yeah tahts neat :]#but then i REALLY start to think about it and im like no WAIT thats not just NEAT thats fucking EPIC ACTUALLY?? thats BASED?????#bc idk !!!!!!!!!! ig lately its been. like. Not As Bad. the distance has been Bearable. we're able to vc somewhat frequently and we can #video chat occasionally so its not like our only way of talking is thru text. sometimes i can acutaly verbally talk 2 her n that definitely #makes things. Better. yk what i mean. but idk cause now im just thinking n im like ougughh Ggrrouuggh (positive)#gough eve n just thinking abt meeting her is like givigng me butterflies im all . jittery. and i mean jittery in the most positive way poss #*possible. liek im not anxious jittery im just like EXCITED jittery. BUT LIKE ALSO KINDA ANXIOUS ??#BUT IN A GOOD WAY I PROMmy its that kind of anxious u get when something excited is gonna happen n ur all excited but like nervous #but in a good way. you get wha t i mean right. im just hrhngkdjnkjbhj!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jlkdfgbkj :)#and I KNOW its gonna b a while its gonna b a few years im gonna have to save up to get a plane ticket n to afford to be able to like #have someone move my stuff from my state to her state (sinc i mgonna be living with her where she is) but. surely it cant be that expensive #anyways sory ive been going back and forth someone (cough cough loioks at my gf ocugh cOUhhhgh) sent me an ask on another blog #so ive bene going back n forth in typing in this post and in that other post and i m just Grrough (positive) alslo my head hurts ouchIE #anyways thats all this is kidn of a random post im just !!!!!! many thoguhts head full of positive thoughts JKSDJLKJLKG

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steampoweredskeleton · 3 months

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#delete later #theres gunk in my lungs and i feel it crackling abd i want it fuckin GONE so here i am laid on my side with my hips raised #above my chest so it hopefully dislodges abd it is working but feeld SO GROSS and is not helping the sinus headache #ive never had crackly coughs as far as i cab remember abd oh my god theysuck???#my little sisyer gets ill a lot abd thibgs settle in her chest real easy abd all i can say is that sje is a STRONGER PERSON THAN ME #when it comes to illnesses #i hate this shit #ive emailed to let my manaher know i cant commute in tomorrow and ill see if i can sit upright long enough to work from home in the morning #im not sure i will. honestly even if i do i may call in sick anyway bc this fatigue is unreal #im always exhausted #i lie down multiple times a day snd if i dont thwn I'm fucked the next couppe of days #but this is next level #dizzy and shaky WHILST LAID DOWN #that was when my temperature was fucked tbf. that stopped this morninh thank god. we'd gotten to the three day #start to be concerned window but it stopped so we're fine #i also looked up chest infection advice bc thats what my flatmate reckons it is and got told that unless i can't breathe or its #been over a week to just rest #as it's probably viral too and caused by the illness my flatmate has. antibiotics dont work on that type #so unless fever comes back im gonna be waiting for improvements

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rosen-und-mondlicht · 5 months

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do I want to do laundry even if I might miss work tomorrow because of whatever I caught from work or do I just go ahead and get comfy to paint? Decisions, decisions hmmm...

#they have spoken #personal #my cough got worse and i have chills and i have barely been conscious all weekend #I'm going to miss my company new years party tonight along with the head brewer and his bartender girlfriend and another bartender #so at least im not the only one who's sick but still #we had a white elephant and i got a $25 gift card to a decent local pet store and i was going to pop in a few bottles of soju but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#sucks to hear that back of house is also suffering this weekend and front of house is getting sick too #we're exposed to freezing temps in the back so no surprise there but foh are more exposed to the public but I don't stay after to drink #ugh #my head feels like a water balloon and my throat is hoarse bleh #i guess i should do some laundry just in case but i really am not wanting to go in tomorrow #ughhhh

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eroaneki · 5 months

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Pretty sure I'm fighting off a cold.

I have a headache and I've been nauseous on and off for 2 days. I also keep blowing my nose. I got a little dizzy yesterday too.

But I'm not fatigued at all or have fevers, body aches, etc.

I guess I'm just fighting off a little something.

#literally everyone at work has the plague #I'm gonna start wearing a mask again #all of the patients are coming in so fucking sick #we're seeing so much whooping cough and walking pneumonia cases #it's insane lol #thank god i just got a Tdap back in may

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Hi, so I have a request, but please don't feel pressured to write it now.

I was wondering if you could please do a scene or scenario where Spencer shouts out in desperation and panic "where's my wife" after a close call with the team on a very dangerous case.

A/N: I put a bit of a twist on your request so I hope you still enjoy it! Thank you for requesting~♡

Warnings: minor injury to canon characters, explosion, temporary loss of hearing, sight, etc.

The force of the blow was so strong that when Spencer Reid finally came to, a few seconds after hitting the ground hard, he couldn't hear a thing.

Whether it was adrenaline, or an injury, or pure shock, his senses were numb, and the only thought in his head as he started screaming was of you.

“Wh-where,” he coughed, shaking his head to try and focus. “Where's my wife?”

His voice was quiet and weak at first, but it didn't matter to him. After all, he couldn't hear the words at all. He just felt his lips form the words and knew the familiar vibrations in his throat meant the sound was escaping into the wind.

You pushed through crowds with a scream as you tried to get through to your team. Spencer wasn't the only one close to the blast.

Emily, JJ, Morgan, and Hotch were all in various states of disarray around you as you ran back from the car across the street. You'd run back to check some files, feeling something off, and the heat and loud boom behind you was the confirmation you'd been looking for that you were right.

After his first few attempts, Reid still couldn't see you, much less hear you or touch you or press his arms around you and not let go. He struggled to his feet and began calling again.

“Where's my wife? Where is… WHERE'S MY WIFE?” His voice broke, and he coughed gasped through each word, but he didn't stop.

He stumbled forward, looking to see you through the haze of dust that had erupted from the blast site. Morgan ran to his side just as he tripped, pulling an arm under his as they stumbled together away from the rubble.

“Where is she? She was right here, I need-” he coughed, leaning more on Morgan than he was walking for himself as his ankles twisted under him.

“Hey, hey kid, we're okay. We need to get away from the blast, okay? Away.”

Spencer kept rambling, though, his ears ringing as he blinked away his confusion and the panic creeped in stronger.

“My wife, where is she? Morgan, I have to find her, she could be hurt,” he demanded, his voice stronger now as he pushed out of Morgan's grip.

Ambulances and police cars were beginning to pull up, half of them already having been on route when your team had pulled up.

Spencer searched through the crowd, sorting through faces until he found the one he desperately needed to see.

Emily and JJ had been thrown back towards the cars, but both seemed to have missed big shrapnel and other injuries. He watched them clutch each other and stumble behind the cars as they called into their phones, requesting backup.

Hotch was similarly talking fast to surrounding officers, and though he looked fine, he clutched his knee in his hand. The already dark material of his pants was somehow darker, and shinier in places, and it was only a moment later that Spencer realized a large chunk of shrapnel was jutting out of his leg, just above the knee.

Rossi had been the furthest from the blast, bar you, and it was him that Spencer saw next, dusting off his clothes as he moved quickly to assess the scene.

Morgan was still worriedly trailing behind him as he tripped over his feet.

“Where's my wife? Where's my wife?”

He finally saw you then, as you dove into the dust and smoke to assist your team. He was just about to fall to his knees when you ran to him, holding him up under his arms as he wrapped himself around you.

“Found you. I found you, you're okay?” He asked, hands gently cradling your cheeks as he asked, tears in his eyes.

“I'm fine, Spencer. Are you-”

He silenced you with his lips, mouth slanting down on yours as he pushed every fear, every emotion, every ounce of adrenaline into your body. He kissed you like you'd never been kissed before, with desperation and longing and relief.

And when he pulled away, he collapsed into your arms.

Luckily, Morgan had been only steps away and took some of his weight off you as you stood, gasping for air and reeling from the kiss.

You were so dazed, you collapsed to the floor, your knees giving in beneath you, and both Spencer and Morgan came down with you. The three of you were weak and traumatized, and emotions were running high, which is why you tried not to be offended by Morgan's line of questioning.

“How long have you two been married?” He asked, and you were suddenly taken further aback.

“What?”

“Reid was looking for his wife. He was shouting ‘where's my wife? I need to find her.’ He was desperate. He was pushing away from me, and then he saw you, and he relaxed.” Despite the blow of the explosion and the now whirl of shrill sirens surrounding them, Morgan laid every word out carefully, like you would blow just as easily given the chance.

“I'm not… we're not…Morgan, we're not even dating. I don't know what that was but…”

Your hands carefully stroked Spencer's hair, gently smoothing it out of his eyes as you searched for answers in the man's unconscious form.

You didn't stop until the paramedics arrived four minutes later, sitting unblinking as they hooked him up to an oxygen tank and carted him off to the nearest hospital.

XXX

The second time Spencer Reid awoke, it was dark outside, and the lights were low. But you were at his bedside, sleeping with your head by his legs, and your breathing was steady. So he let his eyes close again, not registering any of the pain the day had inflicted, and let himself sleep beside you.

XXX

The third time Spencer Reid awoke, you were gone. He wasn't alone, though. Rossi sat upright in a chair beside the window of his hospital room, reading from what looked to be a case file.

“Spencer, glad to see you returned to the land of the living,” Rossi said, noticing the younger man's movement and walking to his side. He pressed a button, and a doctor raced in, closing the door gently behind him.

“Where is she? Where is-”

“Spencer, it's okay. Everyone's okay. The doctor needs to run through some questions with you to check if you're feeling okay. Do your best to answer, okay, genius?”

Spencer nodded, ignoring the small ache in his head, so similar to the headaches he'd been plagued with in earlier years.

The doctor ran through standard questions, checked his blood pressure, checked his reactions, and made sure physically he was fine before moving on to more probing issues.

“Doctor Reid, I'm going to ask you some simple questions about yourself now to assess for any neurological damage.”

Reid nodded, regretting it instantly, but wanting to get out of the hospital as fast as possible to see you.

“How old are you, Doctor Reid?”

“Thirty, I'll be thirty-one this fall.” The doctor nodded and continued.

“Where did you grow up?”

“Las Vegas, Nevada. My mom still lives there. She's a patient at Bennington Sanitarium.”

The doctor nodded and continued.

“Are you married, Doctor Reid?”

“Yes, my-” Spencer had to cut himself off as he processed the question fully. Was he married? No. He didn't remember any wedding. He had no romantic arrangement with anyone at this point in time. So why was he saying yes?

Your face flashed into his head, and he grabbed his chest as his heart ached. It wasn't your face as he usually saw it, but that dazed and shocked expression you'd worn after he'd kissed you.

He blanched and reclined slightly, suddenly needing all the pillows on the bed for more support as he realized the weight of his mistake.

“Doctor Reid? Doctor Reid, did you understand the question?”

“What? Oh, no. No, I'm…I'm not married, I guess.”

Rossi and the doctor shared a look before the doctor took his leave, promising to check in on you again in a few hours.

The concerned look from Rossi as his bedside was almost too much to take.

“Stop looking at me like that, Rossi,” he said, grumbling to himself, suddenly upset at the end of his delusions.

“Like what? I'm not allowed to look at you now?”

“You're not allowed to pity me. Where's everyone else? They're okay?”

Rossi took a seat next to him and sighed.

“Hotch is in surgery - non-critical. They just want to be sure the shrapnel that landed in his leg didn't strike anywhere near a nerve or an artery. Morgan survived with a few bruises and scrapes that make him look even more like an action movie hero. He's coordinating with local law enforcement to catch out bomber.”

Reid nodded along to each revelation, but his patience was growing thin. Rossi was watching him squirm. Reid, waiting for your name to pop up in conversation so he could talk about you, think about you with a valid excuse.

“Emily and JJ are back at the motels, Penelope met them there to help them out. Emily's left arm is broken, and she has a nasty cut on her face, JJ twisted an ankle and sprained it pretty bad, so she'll be sitting for a while. I, myself, survived with pleasantly few cuts, a boon given my advancing years-”

“Y/N, what about Y/N?” Reid finally burst, looking pathetically down at Rossi from his hospital bed.

“Eager, aren't we?”

“I need to know she's okay, and that... that she doesn't hate me.”

“You can find those answers out yourself, kid. My shift is almost over.”

Rossi stood and grabbed his cup of coffee, saluting Reid as he strolled out of the door.

Reid was confused until the door opened again thirty seconds later, and you rushed in, breathing heavily as you took in his appearance, checking for damage.

“Y/N,” he said, sitting up again. “Listen, I'm so, so sorry for kissing you yesterday. My mind must've been jumbled after the explosion and- and I thought you were actually my wife, and we were married-”

You closed the distance between you quickly, grabbing his cheeks like he had grabbed tours only a day before and planting your lips back on top of his again.

You kissed him the way you'd been kissed once before. With desperation, and longing, and relief. And when you pulled back, there were tears in your eyes that you didn't let fall, as you pressed yourself into Spencer Reid's arms.

“Don't. Don't scare me like that again. I thought we'd lost you, I thought you'd kissed me and then - and then died!” You ranted, your arms gesturing wildly, every few seconds pausing to rake a hand through your hair.

“You're not angry?”

“Yes. Yes, I am angry, Spencer. You got hurt again, I'm seething.”

“At me. You're not angry at me for kissing you?” He asked, smiling up as you goofily, a little bit worse for wear, but still shining nonetheless.

“Oh. No. I was confused, but I'm not angry.”

“Good,” he said, nodding, the two of you falling into an awkward, tense silence. You picked at dust on his shoulder as he stared at you, neither of you bold enough to say another word until the tension was palpable and Spencer Reid burst open.

“Can I kiss you again?”

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