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danafeelingsick · 1 year

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ᴅᴀʏ 19: Sick in the middle of the night

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hey hope ur doing well! could i req #19 with scaramouche?? tysm

ᴀ/ɴ hey anon! ilet me warn right off the bat, i had evil in my heart when i wrote this 👹 but i'm not too keen on scaramouche lore, specially now that he's got a ton more and leaks are everywhere, so this might not make too much sense if you're up to it. standard fear of sickness with Childe as caretaker, hope you enjoy it ✌️

TW EMETO

Scaramouche woke up in the dead of night, labored breaths caught in his throat as he fought against the awful feeling of hands brushing over him. Piercing fear quickly morphed into nausea as he cried out, begging this to be a dream, but he soon realized it was real. He whipped his head, his blurry vision slowly clearing, wetting his face as a familiar face came into view.

“Calm down, it's okay”, his voice came right after his gentle smile, emphasizing each word as he slowly waved his hands in front of him, trying to ground him. “Shh… it's okay, see? You were just having a bad dream.”

“I… what?” Scaramouche would've growled if his tight throat allowed it, but all that made out was a shaking whisper. “Tartaglia! What are you…?”

The harbinger tilted his head in confusion, giving the stupidest look Scaramouche had seen all day. Archons, he knew that face so well he wanted to spit at it, spit on that disgusting show of pity. He gritted his teeth, freezing when tears pooled in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks.

“You were crying while you sleep”, Childe informed, his voice now less gentle, sounding almost incriminating to the boy backed against the wall.

“You're lying…”, Scaramouche hissed, hurriedly wiping his face while glaring at the man. Something wasn’t right, there was suspicion lingering behind those lightless blue eyes, but what in the hell did he know that he didn't? “What are you doing here!? Why are you in my room?”

“What are you talking about?”, Tartaglia gave a humorless chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, only realizing now how tense he had gotten holding that position. He pointed to his own empty bed on the other side of the room, blankets and pillows were tossed to the ground, signaling a quick escapade. “We're sharing a room, don't you remember? You woke me up.”

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes in a mix of anger and confusion, looking from him to his own hands. They were trembling, and apparently had been for a while, because only now he noted the aches all throughout his body, like he had been clenching every muscle without realizing. He was sweating uncomfortably, enough for his clothes to glue to his skin, making him feel like he was wrapped in a plastic bag.

“Listen, do you uh, need a moment? You still look a bit shaken up” Childe tried to make a peace offering, putting on the most gentle voice he could, almost as if he was talking to a kid. “I can get you a cup of water if you want.”

”Who do you think you are?”, the puppet promptly growled, raising his head at an odd angle, a nasty scowl twisting his fair face. “Don't act like you care!”

“I'm just worried, okay? There's no need for this”, he tried, but Scaramouche was having none of it. “You look sick. I think you might have a fever.”

It wouldn’t be a stretch to say Scaramouche had short-circuited where he sat, the smaller harbinger was suddenly out of breath, hyper-aware of what was happening to his body. Fragments of his elusive dream came flooding back, rather sensations than clear images, just bright sentiments he'd rather not have. He felt far too warm, it was too much.

The puppet balled his hand into a fist and brought it to his chest, breathing deeply, in and out, trying to calm himself down. His chest felt awfully tight, and he couldn't tell if he was losing control over his emotions once again, or if it was something else entirely.

“I'm not sick. I don't need… anything”, he panted, wanting nothing more than to curl into himself. His heart had lodged itself in his throat, beating painfully there as it tried to claw its way out of his mouth. “Just… leave me alone.”

“Scaramouche”, the harbinger called, not a hint of his usual smug tone, he sounded genuinely worried. “Listen, it's okay. I'll just get you some medicine, and you can go back to sleep. You'll be fine."

The shivering puppet shook his head vehemently, regretting when it felt like his brain rattled against the walls of his skull. Nausea crashed into him all at once, the feeling was unbearable. He folded over himself with a whimper, gasping wetly as his mouth flooded with saliva, bile bubbling at the back of his throat.

“I'm not sick… I can't be sick”, he shuddered, his words coming between heavy panting. He hugged his middle tightly, feeling his chest compress further, his innards writhing like worms under the sun. He broke into a shallow sob, not daring to look up from the bed. “Please… I-I don't want to…”

“Just try to breathe, Scara. It's okay, you're just a little sick”, Childe tried one more time, moving closer to him on the bed, but hesitating before he tried to touch him. “It's okay, you're not alone, see? I'm right here. Now try to breathe, you're going to make yourself sick like this.”

“Make it stop. Please, I don't want to—”, the puppet whined and begged, but was unable to stop himself from spiraling further into panic.

In between short gasps he broke into a gag, choking harshly on his cries, the noise got trapped in the back of his tight throat, clogging it with building pressure. Desperately he tried to swallow it down, but his eyes went wide when he realized he could taste the remains of his dinner, rotting away inside his stomach.

“No, no…”, he muttered under his breath, reciting it like a mantra even as airy hiccups broke the sequence. “Please, I can't. I can't…”

Childe tried to soothe him, landing a careful hand on his twitching back, but the young man recoiled under him, a broken cry making it out of his mouth before he dry heaved. The noise was harsh, morphing into a wet-sounding gurgle by the end, painting a clear picture of how much Scaramouche was struggling to keep his dinner down.

“Wait a minute, let me just–”, the harbinger turned his head away for a moment, scanning the dark room for anything he could use to stop this mess.

Before he could find anything, the rhythmic gasps suddenly halted, but Childe didn't buy into the false sense of security. He turned back only to catch the split second before Scaramouche opened his lips and with a struggled retch that was cut in half, he let out a huge gush of chunky-looking puke over his lap and onto the sheets. The spell was violent, thoroughly painting the sheets a sickly brownish-green color, the smell overtook the room in seconds.

Childe jumped out of bed, a swear pending from his lips when he noticed the stains on his pants, hot vomit seeping through the fabric. His anger quickly died down when he saw Scaramouche, sobbing miserably, slimy threads of vomit hanging down his chin as he stared at his own mess, it looked like a warzone.

The harbinger bit back his own disgust, breathing through his nose as he stood by Scaramouche's side. Slowly and gently, like he could break into several pieces, he patted his back and shushed, trying to ground the boy in his reassuring words.

“Shh… it's alright. It's okay”, he repeated, busying himself with smoothing away the wrinkles in Scaramouche's damp shirt. Anything to take his mind away from that awful stench of sickness. “You'll be okay… ”

“I hate this… please”, the smaller harbinger begged, gulping soundly as the gagging refused to die down. “Make it stop. I don't want to… vomit.”

“Oh, Scara…”, Childe swallowed, feeling his heart break in two. The puppet hitched under his hand, his shoulders heaving softly as he continued to struggle against the overwhelming nausea. “It's okay. If you need to be sick, don't try to fight it. I can clean this up, don't worry.”

He sobbed, refusing to give in, but his body was having none of it, the strain on his lungs made his head swim, his vision threatening to vanish. The cold panic turned his stomach, which in turn threw him further down the well of panic.

Childe held the sick puppet by the shoulders when he pitched forward, his cheeks bulging as he stubbornly tried to contain himself from being sick. It took a couple stunted heaves for the lumpy mixture to violently gush out of his nose, followed by his lips bursting open by the overflow of stomach contents.

Scaramouche hacked painfully as the cascade tapered into a trickle, but not stopping until he finally managed to let it all out. He struggled not to breath in the lumps stuck in his airways, but in came Tartaglia, firmly patting his back like he was trying to resuscitate him.

“Breathe, that's it”, he spoke softly, closer to him than before. “You did, see? It wasn't so bad. You are okay.”

Scaramouche wanted to say something sharp in return, like he always did, but his voice didn't make it past his lips before it died a whimper. Silence was more fitting for such a miserable situation, so he closed his mouth, trying to contain the small sobs jolting his chest.

“Can you stand? I'll help you to the bathroom so you can get cleaned up”, Childe offered a hand, which Scara took shakingly, slowly unwrapping himself and sliding off the bed. As soon as his feet touched the floor he felt his knees give out. “Easy…”

Childe ignored the slimy mess covering both of them, and scooped the shivering puppet into his arms. Scaramouche felt much too tired to fight against it, so he allowed himself to slip into unconsciousness, for once in his life trusting he would be okay when he woke up.

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k-martins · 7 months

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You know, it's a little unfair that we don't have a filler of Yuji and Megumi fighting some random curse while going to meet Hakari.

Seriously, what were they? Nine days together? We would have enough ITFS material to overcome this lack of them currently.

#Could we at least get a glimpse into how they managed these days????#Seriously #we have room for all those cliché tropes #“there's only one bed”#“let's pretend to be dating so these random people stop bothering us”#“sharing lunch”#I can make an entire fanfic just with these damn nine days #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk #itafushi #itadori yuji #fushiita #yuji itadori

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kyurochurro · 1 year

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💚💍💛 married zosan because IN MY HEAD. they end up married OKAY

#churro art #my art #doodles #one piece #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan #also just because couples growing old together and getting married is one of my fav tropes ☹️#y’all know the old versions oda drew idk when #where there’s the good and bad timeline LMFAO #well idk I saw them and I thought OHHH WHST IF THEY WERE LIKE THIS TOGETHER AND MARRIED😭😭😭😭😭#they still fight and squabble very much but of course it’s all with Love yeas ❤️#like just imagine them fighting like they do but it’s in their kitchen or in their living room😭😭😭#and whatever dumb squabble they have they just smile at each other in the end IM SICK 💔#if u have any head cannons about how they would be married please please Please PLS Share them #crying dying sighing. instead of brain there is zosan

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nocturnalazure · 1 month

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Clicky

#ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 story #tteot story #anh wong #laurie golzine #aaaah one of my favorite tropes!#are you with me? 😈#just to be perfectly clear: laurie is not pouting at the idea of having to share a room with anh #but he'd REALLY like a moment of privacy #like... soon

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bombusbombus · 7 months

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"Wait, Ted, someone's coming, c'mere."

"What?"

"If we're kissing we have an excuse to be here."

"...What."

"What?"

"I don't know how to kiss a man!"

"...What."

"What?"

"It's the same as a woman."

"I kiss the same as a woman or I kiss you like you're a woman?"

"There's literally no difference!"

"I doubt that, I– mph!"

The closet door opens. Someone says "oh, sorry," and closes the door.

They break apart.

"I would not kiss a woman like that."

"I was in a hurry!"

"Do you always use your teeth?"

"What? No!"

"Could've warned me beforehand that it'd be like that, then."

"Like what?"

"Full of teeth."

"I didn't mean to use my teeth! I was in a hurry to– nnh…"

The closet door opens again. "Excuse me," says a voice, "I do actually need my jacket, just let me–"

Hangers clatter and the door closes again.

"..."

"...that was a... A much better kiss."

"well yeah, I had warning."

"You didn't need to make that noise though."

"I dunno Bug, I, uh, I think the noise sold it."

"It wasn't very realistic. And your arm positions were all wrong."

"Wh– you didn't– I didn't have time to properly… wrap myself around you."

"Wrap yourself around me?"

"Yeah, like—put my arms up here, maybe put my fingers in your hair, though that'd mess your hair up I guess."

"...Put your fingers in my hair."

"Yeah."

"No, I'm… I'm telling you to do it."

"Huh??"

"My hair is, um, supposed to be messed up, right? Since we've been kissing in a closet?"

"I… yeah. Let me, uh… well I'd probably have leaned in like this, and… unh~"

The door opens. "Ope, this closet is taken. There's another one down the hall."

"..."

"...you, um, you're not bad at kissing. With warning"

"...no. I'm… I'm not. And you. Also."

"Huh."

The silence stretches on. There are no footsteps in the hall.

"I guess we gotta go, don't we."

"Oh. yeah."

The door opens and closes. The two men walk away. The proverbial closet remains full.

#Boostle #kissing in the closet trope (gone silly)#this one hit the Penis Quest cutting room floor but I couldn't bring myself to not share it #sorry for talking about penis quest so much when it may never see the light of day #it's probably at least 4 months away from being finished. if my motivation keeps up the way its been. but I'm plugging away.#like 22k words so far in 2 parts

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 7 days

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did anyone else. genuinely believe that Karen was literally dead during their first watch of ep 1 or was it just me.

#i mean that is how completely the woman disappeared off the face of the earth #honestly that was the most insane part of her monologue in the hotel room for me #she's talking about feeling trapped and i'm thinking 'divorce. divorce. you divorce and share custody lady i thought you were DEAD'#lis verse #life is strange 2 #karen renyolds #ep 1 roads #ep 4 faith #monsters talks life is strange #i guess it's nice they subverted the dead mom trope...#an alive crazy woman is better than a saintly dead one no matter how much psychological damage she deals out

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hoperays-song · 11 months

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Mornings at The Majestic

Johnny, trying to get ready: Hey Ry, have you seen my jacket?

Ryan, wearing it: Nope. Never in my life.

#sing 2 #sing ryan #sing johnny #sing rynny #rynny #johnny x ryan #ryan and johnny are roomates at the majestic #it's going great obviously #as in johnny and ryan's clothes are already so mixed up from the shared room they legit can't tell whose are whose #johnny being super protective of his jacket and only lending it to his crush is my favourite trope #ryan is the only person who can wear it without dying #yes everyone bullies johnny because of this. even marcus finds it hysterical #sing johnny's jacket #it's essentially its own character now

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bylertruther · 2 years

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bad boy mike fics are always good fun yeah but have you all ever considered writing something where will is the mischievous little rascal from the wrong side of the tracks that listens to loud music and always has little rogue paint splatters on his hand-me-downs or charcoal smudges on his cheek n says the most out of pocket shit under his breath that no one ever hears except for eleven and mike and yet no one believes him when he repeats what will said bc will jus looks so sweet tht obviously he would never say tht mike and mike is the more strait-laced kid that lives in a three story house at the end of the cul-de-sac with his purposely and perfectly disheveled and brand new get-up that gets flustered whenever will suggests they do something they maybe shouldn't but ultimately agrees without question because hello in what world could he ever look into those big hazel eyes of will's and somehow say no? it's literally impossible and he never regrets it even if they do get home late which of course makes hop chew him out when he catches them even though it was will's idea to begin with but again no one ever believes him n it's not like he'd rat him out anyway and coming from such different backgrounds they really shouldn't fit but they do and they're inseparable and even if it's messy cozy and all too lived-in mike feels more at home at the byers-hopper house than he ever does in his castle filled with ghosts and honestly probably for the first time ever actually and obviously they'd make their own adventures for when life gets to be too much bc will feels like he's drowning and mike feels like he's invisible and it's just will with his sketchbook and mike with his leather journal and they talk about anything and everything and share things they've never ever said to anyone else before and ofc when they talk about the future it's always about where they'll go to college together and how they're obviously going to dorm together and get an apartment afterward bc they're undoubtedly going to escape this shitty little town one day and they're clearly Something but also maybe too scared to Be something and . and. is anyone gonna write this or am i gonna have to be a big boy and do it myself 🙄

#fucking huge n scary wall of text with no punctuation at all bt idc im not rereading or editing . read my rambles or Else #every day that goes by without people using these canon tropes is another day i Die inside #rich x poor n punk x pop princess especiallyyyyy like 😭#will plays his tape in mike's car and mike jus goes 😳 n when mike plays smth will is jus like 🤢😔 babe i have GOT to put u on #can't believe i have 2 do it myself. smth cute where instead of it being tht hopper doesn't approve it's ted doesn't like how joyce raised #him or WHERE she raised him n it's got like . forbidden love vibes u kno. but they beat the odds bc mike is a kind person beneath the #bitchiness and he doesn't see will how everyone else does he sees him as someone strong and brave and creative and loving and kind etc #and he doesn't CARE about where he lives or how much money he doesn't have or how they all share a closet or what ppl #like troy or his dad say bc when he looks at will he sees a reflection of himself. someone who goes by unseen someone that's alone #someone that just wants some company and the room to be himself #like. are u guys feeling my vibes rn.#ideas

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