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☆ The Imp and The Owl - Takes place after Sins/Mas. Adapting to civilian life and grieving the loss of contact with his daughter, Stol/as' immune system fails under the stress. Blit/zø does his best to take care of the sick bird and comfort him at his lowest. Walls are let down and cozy caretaking ensues.
★ NEW 💌 Morning Sickness: Takes place directly during/after Sins/mas. At the holiday party, Mill/ie does her best to stay strong and push through after seeing that life-changing test. Under the pressure and having been out in the freezing temperatures, she catches a nasty cold. Moxx/ie, knowing something is wrong, handles the situation carefully and dotes on his wife.
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☆ Husker/Dust - Sick Day
☆ Husker/Dust - Sick Day 2
☆ Static/Moth - Caretaking
☆ An/gel's Lament
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Cupping a tissue around their nose as they blow and blow. So much comes out it overflows the tissue into your hand. You pull it away to reach for another, their nose still shining.
not to be basic but thinking about someone who has a relentless tickle, something that's been bothering them all day that they just can't seem to get - hitches, false starts, the works, but it just won't come, leaving them desperate to just sneeze it out. they're hoping for one big, cleansing sneeze to clear it, but when it finally does come, their relief and elation is short-lived, because once they start, they just Can't Stop.
There's just something about someone finally giving in and accepting that they're sick, long after everyone else has figured it out. Looking up at someone trying to take care of them, and weakly saying "I don't think I feel so good..."
I love the inherent equilibrium in a prolonged sneezing fit.
If they are normally a loud sneezer... the longer the fit goes on, then the more they will have exhausted themselves from their formidable full-body sneezes. Their throat run raw from near-scream volume, their abdomen sore from flinching, they will eventually have to dial down the characteristics of their typical head-turning sneeze. Counterintuitively, their weakened expression draws more attention to themselves, peers wondering - Was that really them? That was way softer than usual!
If they are normally a quiet sneezer... the longer the fit goes on, then the more obvious it will become that their standard soft sneezes and simple stifles are insufficient for this irritant. The tickle will not surrender, nor does it offer a hint of mercy. After the first few whispery ones, they are forced to recognize their weakness and put more energy into the fight. Breath is drawn from the shallows of their chest to the depths of their abdomen. Their throat tears from ceaseless sternutation. Wind nearly knocked out of them as they bend at the waist, subconsciously thinking that it will knock the tickle out of their nose as well. Their efforts summon a tremendous tone of voice that has never been heard from them. Woah! What was that? Who was that? Them... really?
Scenario I can’t stop getting out of my head with this:
Character A and character B have a shared third person (it’s a love triangle/playful dating rivalry), who is C. I like to think C favours B bc they’re nicer but A has an edge to them, a bit more attitude, a bit more entitled. Spoiled nobility vibe, ya know??
The scenario I have in my head is A going “ugh where is C? I thought we were supposed to do (activity of choice) today!” and B going like “they’re in their room. But you probably shouldn’t bother them, they’re sick at the moment.” Cue A hurrying up to their room anyway and before they even get to the door they’re calling for C.
Then loudly interrupted by sounds of a heavy cold on the other side of the door. Sneezing, then maybe muffled coughing. Maybe C was just woken up.
And however A reacts is up to y’all but they’ve definitely hesitated. Guilt, perhaps?? Or maybe disgust instead >:) dealers choice
Long as fuck Ha/z/bin snzfic (doc is 23.6k total atm and I think I’m gonna break 30k 😅) continues with 4.7k of V/ox sick and a little miserable, but getting taken care of quite sweetly by V/al. I was hoping to post this for Valentine’s Day, then for Valentine’s Day weekend, buuut I slept through all of Valentine's Day and had D&D both the day before and after, so uhh have some Stat/ic/moth fluff for a late V/ee-Day gift smth smth V/al-entine’s Day! 💝
This fic is based off both part 1 and part 2 of this lovely comic by @f-223108. Shoutout to @very-freakin-effable and @snezario for beta reading for me, tysm guys!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Contains: Snz kink!V/al (not sexually graphic), injury (gills, not graphic but hurts), mild electric shocks, no mess but very mild implied spray, holdbacks, stifling, false starts, stuck snz, glitchy powers, domestic Stat/ic/moth fluff :3
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Hope you guys enjoy! Comments in tags/reblogs/replies/etc. are always appreciated but never necessary. Love y’all! ❤️🌹
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The next day, Vox had awoken to find himself, in fact, pretty well recovered from most of the injuries he’d sustained yesterday and farrr deeper into the trenches of that godforsaken cold. He’d slept in until noon and still ended up needing to doze off for a nap from 1-2pm. All hopes of getting any work done had been quickly and thoroughly crushed, largely because he was such a mess that no business meeting would have been worth the loss of precious dignity… nor the last scraps of energy he had left at this point either. Even at 2:34pm, laying tucked into bed in his pinstriped light blue pajamas with a fever-brightened screen, drooping antennas, and several crumpled tissues strewn across his blankets, he still felt awfully worn out.
The sound of stiletto heels click-clacking against the floor announced Val’s presence before the moth finally reached the door. “Knock, knooock~” he sang brightly as he entered the bedroom, carrying a hot cup of tea in one of his upper hands. “I got my poor baby some nice warm tea with lemon and lots of honey for that nasty little cold of yours and—” His scarlet eyes widened and his sugary tone dropped low and almost judgmental as he continued, “And you look like shit, babe.” Shifting his weight and raising an eyebrow, he gestured vaguely in his lover’s whole direction with swirls of his free upper hand.
“Thaaanks, baaabe,” Vox deadpanned with a halfhearted glare.
“Oh, relax, I’m right, aren’t I?” Val countered haughtily, putting his lower hands on his hips as he placed the mug of tea down on the nearest nightstand. “You look miserable.”
“That’s because I am,” Vox assured flatly, proving his point almost immediately by succumbing to a vicious fit of heavy, productive coughs directed loosely into a tissue clutched in his fist.
As if the paroxysm wouldn’t have been unpleasant enough on its own as it scraped against his dreadfully sore throat, it also aggravated the still-healing cut across most of the gills on his chest that Alastor had been sooo kind as to slash through yesterday with his claws. Since simple breathing involved his gills, every cough sure as hell did too. The longer and more violent a string of coughs were, the more his poor gills had to flex and bend and tighten.
After a particularly harsh, drawn out series of coughs, Vox’s screen briefly glitched into static as a sharp pain shot through his gills as if his chest was being sliced open anew. Groaning in pain between coughs, he winced and dropped the tissue in his hand, instead wrapping his arms around his lower chest and holding his hands against his aching gills in hopes of soothing them even just the slightest bit.
“Aghhh, fuuuck, that hurt like a bitch,” Vox moaned as the fit subsided.
“Awwh, is that so?” Valentino purred with so much sweetened pity that it was very nearly mocking. “Well, perhaps a little tea will help with that cough, cariño. Sore gills aside, I don’t like how it sounds right now.”
Vox scoffed in amusement. “Oh, I think we both know that’s a lie, Val,” he retorted with a bounce of his eyebrows. “At least you’ve been getting a kick out of me being like thi-hih…” As if on cue, a troublesome tickling sensation flared in his ventilation system, a filter overreacting to no stimulus whatsoever other than ordinary air due to the malfunctions his cold had brought onto him. He braced his gills with one arm and raised the other up to hover uncertainly near his face, pressing his sleeve to his mouth properly when his breath caught in a fragile, vocal waver, “Heh-ehghh…?… Ahh—!…” His expression crumbled into anticipatory tension, mouth hanging open a bit as he teetered on the very edge of a sneeze for a couple of uncomfortable seconds before the overwhelming feeling backed down much more slowly than he would have liked, leaving him with nothing but a small sigh as the tension in his lungs dissipated. “Ughhh, I fucki’g hate it whed that happeds…” he complained in dissatisfaction, the pitifulness of it only accentuated by the congested, audibly-sick sniffles that followed.
“Hmm. We’ll have to agree to disagree~” Val teased in a singsong lilt.
“Yeah, case idn poindt… fucki’g sadist,” Vox grumbled, rolling his eyes. After another snuffle, he grabbed a tissue and pinched it against the center of his screen with steepled hands, recreating some facsimile of blowing one’s nose to manage the leaking coolant clogging up his systems. His next breath in and out went through his ventilation system much more easily.
“As if you aren’t, yourself,” Val countered with a knowing, fanged smirk. “Now, stop bitching and drink the fuck up before it gets cold, okayyy?” he coaxed, an undertone of petty anger seeping into his tone.
“Fiiine… thanks,” Vox muttered, voice sounding far less congested. If one were to listen extra closely—and Valentino did—there was a sense of actual sincerity and gratitude in that. Raising the mug to his screen, he took a long, greedy sip, relishing the warmth of the tea against his throat and hoping to God the honey worked its magic on that fucking cough of his. “Mmmh, fuck, that feels good...” He lingered, enjoying even just the feeling of steam against his irritated vents… though it started to dawn on him that it actually kind of… t-tickled a little, the miniscule droplets of vapor teasing at his sensitive filters and stirring up trouble. As his expression faltered, Val’s livened in turn. “Huhhh-hang on, I, uhhh… gotta-hah—” he stuttered, words drifting far away with an airy sort of need.
“Awwwh, going to sneeze again, baby?” Valentino asked, unashamed desire clear as day in his voice.
All Vox could respond with was a small nod as he hurriedly set the mug of tea back down onto the nightstand and fumbled for a tissue with his other hand, barely able to see anything through already fluttering eyes.
With a low, slow giggle, Val plucked a fresh tissue from the box and gently pressed it into his lover’s hand. “Here, no need to make more of a mess of yourself,” he teased, though the way he licked his lips sent mixed messages.
“Th-thahh…” Vox let himself trail off, more preoccupied with wrapping an arm around his gills in preparation and burying his face into the tissue in his other hand.
Although covering into just one tissue held by splayed claws wasn’t always the most reliable method—using both hands and multiple tissues worked best given the size and shape of his flatscreen TV, and using his sleeve was a close second but currently unideal given how much coolant had been leaking—minimizing the pain of his tender, still-healing gills was far higher a priority to him than maybe ending up spraying a few more germs across his sickbed. It wasn’t like it was uncontaminated by now, anyway.
A flutter of ticklish, hitching breaths tipped him over the edge, sending him rocking forward with two terribly desperate-sounding sneezes, the first loud and vocal, the second primarily resembling static. “H-hih-hiiih! EHDTZ’schiew!! Uhpt’KZZZSH!…” Though he still felt the urge to sneeze building again, it was satiated long enough for him to sniffle and finally mumble a casual “thanks…” to Valentino that he hadn’t managed to get out before. “Hah… ehhh—!” His body hesitated for a moment before letting the reflex take its course, his shoulders bouncing as he ducked down into the tissue with a sneeze that was… actually quite gentle, thankfully. “Hkzscht!” … Immediately followed by another that was five times as forceful and made him double over, which meant scrunching up his goddamn gills. “Hah-EHKZZSH’ah!! Ow…” A lingering pout and a few pathetic little sniffles served as testament to the short spike of pain.
“Bless—” Val began, falling silent as Vox held up a finger and his features twitched and began to crumble again.
“Still ndeed to… huhh… ndeed to suh… sndeeze agaihhn—” For someone whose voice had long been one of his most powerful and favored tools, he didn’t seem to have much control over it right now. This cold had wrecked both his throat and his vocal processors to the point of sounding hopelessly hoarse all day, caused leaks of coolant that made his usually crystal clear speech sound stuffy and muddy, and now even the ability to keep a few words steady was slipping away from him yet again as his breath caught and his eyes squeezed shut. “Hzhh—! IHTJZZSH’huh!! Agh, fuck—” That one was harsh and honestly took a lot out of him, even regardless of rubbing metaphorical salt in his literal wound, but he was barely afforded the chance to groan—and swear, of course—in pain before another couple of sneezes overtook him, the second sending a zap of electricity between his antennas. “Hh’KGTzshh! IHPTZZshiew!… Nguhh, I cad’t fucki’g stoppp…” he whined in some mixture of exhaustion and exasperation. Sniffling, he wiped the tissue in his hand across the very center of his screen to dry it of leaking coolant, then discarded it carelessly onto the bedsheets amongst the other few crumpled tissues.
“You don’t sayyy. Come here already, let me hold you,” Valentino cooed, sitting down on the bed next to him and holding his arms out.
At that request, Vox’s eyes widened for a moment before falling half-lidded once more as his expression turned hazy. He scooted back away from Val on the bed, rubbing at one of his vents that was giving him the most trouble with one hand and holding his other palm out in a halting gesture that did nothing to deter the moth from approaching closer. “V-Vahhl, that’s n-nahht—heh! Ndot a good idea,” he warned with an emphatic, dismissive wave of his hands away from each other. “I’mb godda… huhh!” Though he turned away from Valentino and buried the lower half of his face into his hands, he still tried his best to suppress the hitching breaths threatening to overtake him. He really didn’t want to end up shocking Val, but he could feel the electric potential coursing dangerously just underneath his skin, primed at a high risk of surging out of his control with the right glitch. So, he resolved himself to avoid anything that might trigger more of those malfunctions—sneezing being the worst contender at the moment—as best he could.
“No shit, babe! I couldn’t fucking tell,” Val mocked lightly, voice pitchy and overflowing with a lifetime’s supply of sarcasm. Sure, he wasn’t usually the brightest of the Vees, but he wasn’t that fucking stupid.
Vox felt that annoyingly needy, fuzzy sensation in the depths of his filters continue to intensify with a sort of impatient indignance at his attempts to restrain it, irritating his sensors past the point of no return whether he liked it or not. A soft yet urgent gasp forced its way out of him, but he choked it back along with the sneezes that it carried with it. “Hih’KGT! —IHGKT! —HPKT’uhhh!” The rapid chain of stifled sneezes really did sound just as uncomfortable, unsatisfying, and unstable as it felt, the tenuous tension palpable to the ear and clear to the eye from how violently he jolted with each one.
In the aftermath, Vox sucked in another breath through his teeth, but this time as a wince. It was obvious from the grimace his features twisted into that holding sneezes in like that was significantly more painful at the moment than letting them out freely. “It’s ndot safe,” he reminded—whined, maybe—with an anxious pout and furrowed eyebrows as he rubbed gently at his sore gills. It was rare to see a show of genuine concern from him. An itchy sniffle and a slight, trembling waver of his expression between that uncharacteristic nervous worry and something perhaps even more vulnerable than that confirmed that his ventilation system was still fighting him quite a bit, dreadfully defective and malfunctioning from the illness corrupting his circuitry from the inside out.
“Do I look like I care? Now, hush, and just let it all out, babyy,” Valentino soothed, tone now nothing but velvet as he nudged the tissue box closer with one of his lower hands and caressed Vox’s shoulders with his upper ones. “I’ll try to keep some pressure on those poor little gills of yours, okayyy?”
Vox relented, allowing himself to be pulled into a tender embrace from behind, his lover’s upper arms looped over his shoulders and his lower hands applying firm-but-gentle pressure to his wounded gills as promised. Hell, Val even intertwined their legs together a little, yearning for affection.
Hurriedly, Vox plucked a few tissues from the box and buried his screen into them, able to use both of his hands to cover this time since he didn’t need to brace his gills. “Iehh-huh! EH’YDTZZSHIEW!!” The sneeze scraped against his sore throat like it was coated in broken glass, eliciting something between a cough and a choke out of him as a sort of aftershock. “Shiiit. That onde hurt mby fucki’g throat too…”
“Aww, did it now?” Valentino hummed before ducking down to press a delicate kiss to his lover’s neck.
“Hehhh… ohh, for the love of f-fuhhck— KZZSCHT! Ah-anhh-hahh—! TZZZSCH’uh!”
“Ow, shit,” Val muttered under his breath as electricity swarmed Vox’s body and ran through his too.
Vox struggled against himself to get a quick apology out. “S-sorryy—huh-uhh’KDZSTCH! Ughhh, what the actual fuuuuck?” he whined, full of self-pity. “I… uH’KZZZTSCH! I haaate thisss…” he groaned, drawing out the last word to the point that it made an “uh” sound when he finally let it go.
“Mmh, I know, baby,” Val comforted, sounding all too happy about it.
Paying no mind to Vox’s complaining, his breath caught in another vocal stutter that led him into a ticklish, staticky sneeze, a glitch throwing him into a rather frustrating loop of pitching forward in the same exact way with the same exact sneeze with a flicker of static on his screen before resetting to the same exact starting position. “Ehgh-huh! Ehdt’KZZSH! —KZZSH! —KZZSH! —KZZSH! —KZZSH! —KZZSH! —KZZSH!” By the end of the malfunction, irritated tears had welled in the corner of his eyes, Val had been zapped with electricity at least once, and the lights had flickered much more than once. “Stupid fucki’g glitch, I swear to God… huhh… a-anhh-hh… heh! Ihghh—!” He hung on the precipice of it for a brief, nearly-unbearable moment of tension being pulled taut before crashing down like a wave upon the shore. “Hahhh-IKTZZZ’SHUHh!” That one made him double over with the force of it, and while that did hurt and the power did surge in the bedroom—if not the whole damn tower—it felt so fucking relieving that it was worth it, leaving his faulty ventilation system satisfied and calm at long last. After a few thick test sniffles didn’t stir up any more irritation, he held his head in his hands and leaned back against Val, groaning miserably and dramatically, “Nguhhh, fucki’g fiiidnallyyyy.”
“You done?” Valentino asked, lightly caressing the side of his monitor with one of his upper hands.
“Yeah… ondly took like a fucki’g hour,” Vox grumbled, perhaps having earned a little hyperbole given how utterly drained he now felt, not that he’d had much energy at all today. Antennas drooping further, he wiped away the remnants of irritated tears from his bleary crimson eyes and took another sip of tea, hoping the caffeine would do him some good. An ember of embarrassment warmed his screen, but it was stamped out by the knowledge that the only witness to his little display was, in fact, incredibly into it. No need to feel too self-conscious if 100% of the audience enjoyed the show, unintentional though it may have been, right?
“Awwwh. I don’t think ‘bless you’ even begins to cover it. Mi pobrecito, so full of cold,” Val cooed, turning his lover around in his arms to look him up and down with hungry eyes before pulling him into an embrace, squeezing him tightly out of some mixture of cuteness aggression and sexual frustration if his racing heartbeat and the rampant warmth spread throughout his body were any indications.
“You’d thingk I’d be ruddi’g… rudn… hang odn a sec.” Vox pulled away from Val to bring a couple tissues to the center of his screen, blowing into them once, then twice, then having to discard those tissues to get a new one for the third and final time needed to clear out the excess coolant. “You’d think I’d be running out of cold after going through half a damn tissue box already, but nooo.” He rolled his eyes and waved his hands away from each other in an exasperated gesture, almost as if mocking the universe for its cruel choices. “I’m gonna kill whatever fucking plague rat got me sick,” he growled low with his left eye spiraling, crushing the tissue in his hand as he clenched it into a fist. It did not occur to him that he, himself, acted as quite the little plague rat just the previous day. Self-reflection wasn’t really his thing, after all. “Probably would’ve kicked Alastor’s ass yesterday if I didn’t feel like shit,” he told himself, tossing the crumpled tissue away with more force than necessary as if it was at fault somehow.
“Suuure,” Valentino responded in a blank tone of clear disbelief.
Just as Vox was going to insist upon his frankly incorrect and quite possibly even delusional belief, he got a text from Velvette:
<[im taking the bloody power surge as a sign ur still w us]
[Unfortunately]>
<[try to keep ur shit together 4 another hr at least]
<[im actually working]
<[unlike u 2]
[Do you want me to get everyone in this building sick?]>
<[fuck no]
<[stay.]
<[there.]
<[blackmail still stands]
[That’s what I fucking thought.]>
<[just try 2 avoid a fucking power outage ok?]
<[and like feel better or wtvr]
[Trying on both fronts bitch]>
<[fuck u]
<[tell kinky boots i say hi]
Still quite sniffly, Vox rubbed at the center of his screen with his wrist and told his lover without looking up, “Val, Velvette says hi.” He then cleared his throat and sipped the last of his tea away.
“Ooo, tell her I said hi back~!” Valentino replied peppily with a little waggle of his fingers.
[He says hi back]>
<[cool]
<[ttyl v]
<[💋💋💋]
[🦈🦈🦈]>
Shark emojis were the closest equivalent Vox had to sending back kisses or heart emojis. Honestly, not only did it feel less uncomfortably vulnerable, but it was also a higher honor, really.
He found a rare sensation settling in his sore chest, something that radiated a gentle, glowing warmth like a well-used hearth of a family home. Because that was one of the many things V-Tower was, wasn’t it? A family home, even if none of its three residents had the boldness to admit it out loud.
Despite Velvette’s texts seeming fairly cold, Vox knew her well enough to recognize that she was earnestly checking in on him. Despite her teasing and threats of blackmail, she had wiped away every trace of the humiliating footage as soon as she had seen how much pain he had been in last night. And ever since last night, Val had been lustful, yes, but also very concerned. Any other plans or work he might have had planned for the day had been cast aside without hesitation just to spend his hours snuggling up to Vox and taking care of him, all much more attentively and sweetly than others might have expected of the man.
It would have been hard not to feel a little mushy, and Vox didn’t have the energy to fight against such things at the moment as he looked at well wishes and virtual kisses sent from one of his best friends while laying in the warm, loving arms of the other. It was nice to feel close and cared about, especially after Alastor had carved into him the belief that he would never have such things in all his unending eternity in Hell. Trust and letting walls down never felt as feasible since, yet throughout the decades, there were always moments. There were always Val and Vel. Here Vox was, sick and injured and weak, but unlike everyone-knew-who, they didn’t seem keen to leave him just for a moment of vulnerability. Perhaps he really had built himself something stable at long last.
Fuck, why did he actually feel a little emotional…? Somehow, as he was sitting up against his pillow and the headboard of the bed, his knees had drawn their way up to his chest, and he had leaned down to rest the side of his head on them, arms wrapping loosely around his legs. His heart felt just a little more exposed or perhaps even less solid in the walls of its form, and his mind felt a bit fuzzy, thoughts floating adrift in a vast sea of static. His bleary eyes alternated between watching Val and staring off into the distance. He snapped out of the latter upon hearing Valentino break the comfortable silence, looking up at the much taller sinner as his attention was piqued.
“Hm,” Valentino hummed as he flicked his gaze up and down Vox. “Your screen looks a little brighter, you know.”
“… Thanks…?” Vox replied hesitantly, an eyebrow raised in confusion.
“In the feverish way. Looks a little lower res too.”
“Oh… well, that’s not good,” Vox commented simply with a couple blinks. Yeahhh, that sure was a feverish haze if ever Val saw one.
“You’re so insightful when you’re sick, Voxxy,” Valentino teased in a deadpan tone before sighing. “Come here, let me see.” Practically the millisecond he touched the display of Vox’s screen, he pulled his hand back like he’d been burned—it wasn’t far off from that. “Ow! Fuck.”
“That bad?” Vox asked, a resigned sort of dread seeping into his voice. Ah. No wonder he had gotten a little foggy in the mind and vulnerable in the heart, though now that he was more aware of it, he tried to cut through that veil of malaise and refocus himself. Sitting up straighter, he rubbed roughly at his eyes before running his palms down his face and leaving the bottom of his monitor resting in his hands. He gave a few rapid blinks and a small shake of his head to try to clear it. His antennas still remained nearly horizontal, but they did perk up at least a little more.
“It is. Let’s take your temperature, baby,” Val suggested, already searching for the thermometer left on the nightstand.
“… Wouldn’t it have been better to do that before I poured hot tea down my throat?” Vox mused skeptically, gaze briefly flicking over to his freshly-emptied mug. He wasn’t sure how long he had zoned out for, but it was probably only a couple of minutes or so since he had finished the drink, right? While he did have internal sensors, they were painfully useless when he was sick, typically malfunctioning until the ailment let up for the most part, which was also coincidentally the point at which they weren’t even needed much anymore.
“… Fair point. Ugh, whatever, that shit can wait until you’ve finished it,” Val conceded petulantly as if Vox was in the wrong for pointing out the issue.
“Oh, uh, actually, Val?”
“Yes, baby?” Val asked as he rolled over onto his stomach.
“Could you, uh,” Vox began, pausing to clear his scratchy throat and cover several productive-sounding hacking coughs into his fist that left him wincing, primarily due to his gills but secondarily due to his throat as well. “Ow.” After a couple urgent sniffles against the coolant pooling in his screen, he held a tissue in steepled hands to the lower half of his face, blowing into it softly. “Nguh. Could you get mbe sombe soup?” he requested as he looked up at Val with round, bleary eyes, voice not only muddied from congestion but also muffled behind the tissue.
“What’s the magic worrrd~?” Valentino teased, all fangs and smiles, playfully kicking his feet up and down behind him.
“… Please,” Vox muttered with an unimpressed glare and an utter flood of annoyance in his voice.
“Aww, of course!” Val chirped as he clapped his hands once and left his palms pressed together, satisfied. “Boring old chicken noodle like usual?”
“Yeah,” Vox confirmed. Only a moment later did the jab sink in properly and he argued, “Hey, it’s a—” Offense gave way to a few forceful, wet coughs directed into his shoulder. “It’s a classic for good reason, okay?” he insisted, poking Val in the chest with an accusatory finger.
“You do love your ‘classics,’ don’t you? Such a basic bitch,” Valentino taunted, hiding his grin behind a splay of his claws.
“Yeah, again, they’re classics for a reason, Val,” Vox countered, exasperation evident in both his voice and the overdramatic roll of his scarlet eyes. “Now, can you just get me my fucking soup? I’m starviiing…” he whined, flopping back against the pillows with his hands clasped behind his head.
“All right, don’t get your fuckin’ panties in a twist. I’ll be right back,” Val assured as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.
“And remember to wash your hands before you touch shit or Vel’s gonna kill the both of us,” Vox instructed in an almost pleading tone as he wrapped himself up in a cocoon of blankets.
“I know, I know. I’m not just going to forget,” Val dismissed with haughty indignance, putting his lower hands on his hips and flicking one of his upper wrists. “Try not to miss me too much while I’m gone.” With that, he left the room.
“Pshh, you wish,” Vox scoffed, though his smile was brimming with fondness. “Thangks, Val.” As he sniffled a few times, he felt that unfortunately familiar buzzing sensation agitate the sensitive filters deep in his ventilation system, teasing out an unsteady rhythm of shaky little gasps and sighs from him. “Hehh… ehhh… hh-anhh—!”
Though he teetered right on the edge of the imminent sneeze, features crumpling into a needy, greedy sort of desperation, the fickle thing toyed with him a bit, maddeningly drawing out the moment of anticipation. His screen glitched in protest to the discomfort. After a couple more seconds of torturous uncertainty accented by itchy jumps of breath, he sat up so he could reach his traitorous vents that were putting up such a fuss.
First, he tried waving his hands in front of his vents in an attempt to stimulate them with airflow, since his damn fans sure as hell weren’t doing their job properly. It only made the stalled pressure and tension in his chest rise higher, though not quite high enough, the feeling awfully overwhelming but unrelenting nonetheless as he took in a useless, vocal gasp that went nowhere. “Enhhh!” To add injury to insult, the swell of breath made his gills ache again, soothed slightly by wrapping an arm around them.
Growing impatient for relief, he brought his free hand up to the back of his head and lightly thudded a fist against the vent that seemed to be the most sensitive today. The soft thmp! of the impact was immediately followed by a brief glitch of his screen and a sharp, urgent rush of breath as that precarious indecision was suddenly shattered. The first two sneezes came on so fast that he didn’t even have time to cover them, only managing to bury his face into his sleeve before the third. “AHKZTSH! —EHTzzch’uh! Huh-uhh-IHPTZshhiew! —GZTSCH! Fuck.” Electricity surged across his body with each sneeze, glitches causing the lights to flicker. With a couple of deep snuffles, he righted himself wearily and moaned out of a cocktail of frustration and relief.
“Bless youuu~!” Valentino called sweetly from down the hall.
“Oh, shut up,” Vox grumbled, folding his arms before having to duck down into his hand with another sneeze. “Hah’IHDTZSCH!”
“Fuck you! And, awwh, bless you again~!” Valentino responded from even further away, all spice then all sugar.
“Wh—? Your hearing sucks, Val, why do you only hear shit when I don’t want you to??” Vox griped, raising his voice.
“Whaaat??” Val called back, having not caught a damn word despite the increased volume.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Vox groaned, facepalming and shaking his head before dragging his hand down his screen in exasperation.
WAP BAM BOOM Alacazam! Here it is folks, the second haz wav project in the series! Wav is dedicated on 🍀 St. Patrick's Day to my Irish buddy and fellow Cherri/Snake enthusiast @very-freakin-effable! Wav would not have been completed without your support... and thanks to Effy and @themiseryandcompany for beta reading the script. I really appreciate it, dolcezze 😌💗💗💗
CARE-SNAKE-ING: Feelin' Crook: Our chaotic couple have their version of date night in the doomsday district, battling a gang of thugs that have hijacked a shipment of beelzejuice heading to the hotel! However, Pen/tious quickly discovers his lady isn't feeling quite up to snuff. But getting Cherr/i to slow down and admit that she's sick is a battle of it's own.
CW: A SLEW of wacky voices (cough drops were NEEDED on this one folks.), Slow burn...sneezes come a bit later, good things come to those who wait. Badass BG music, fast paced action/combat audio, Sounds of Gunfire, explosives and other fututistic weaponry, explicit dialogue, sounds of illness, loud rough female cold sneezing, mention of drug use, coughing, denial, emotional comfort and tender soft CARE-SNAKE-ING.
Script is below, enjoy!
~ Baci Baci, Pink
🍒🐍 CARE - SNAKE - ING - SCRIPT
(Scene 1 - We close in on a dark seedy area of the Pentagram’s Doomsday District, a small group of THUGS has taken one of the shipments of alcohol heading to the nearby Hazbin Hotel. A hellhound, THUG #1, the leader, in amongst the group of shifty lowlives is talking into a phone, going over the details of the stolen shipment.)
THUG #1: (chuckles) Yeah…Me an' the guys have secured the area an' the goods. Hijacked that truck heading to that crummy hotel on the edge of the ring, shipment of Beelzejuice straight in from Gluttony…We were just leaving…
(He laughs and gestures at the truck)
THUG #1: Hey! Who wants a cold one?-
(The THUGS however are not alone and aren’t getting away with the spoils that easily. A hissing posh accent sharply draws the attention of the group. A slithering figure approaches out of the shadows, wielding a ray gun that powers up, ready to take a shot.)
SIR PENTIOUS: Not so fast, you Pigeon-livered jolluck!...If I’m not mistaken you’ve got something that doesn't belong to you and I'm not above brute force…Hand over the libations and nobody gets hurt!
(The hellhound seems to know PEN well enough and approaches.)
THUG #1: Pentious! Been a while, y'slimy bag of farts…Seems someone finally grew balls, but not the brains…
(The THUGS laugh, but PEN stands his ground, unwavering as they taunt like schoolyard bullies.)
THUG #1: We still gotcha outnumbered, dickless! All on your lonesome…
(The band of uglies laugh again, and cock and load their weapons toward the snake. Mostly guns…but seems like one brought a sword to a gunfight. The leader laughs maniacally.)
THUG #1: Where's the girl, Ol’ man?
(Always knowing how to make an entrance, an explosion comes from overhead, signalling the presence of the ballistic belle of chaos…)
CHERRI BOMB: RIGHT HERE, BITCH! And SHE…is on fucking fire today!…Sorry m'late, handsome!
PENTIOUS: (delighted, called upward.) Ah! Not at all, you're right on time, darling!
CHERRI: (cheerily) Look out below!
(She slides down a gutter pipe on the side of the building to reach their level, PEN takes her hand as she lands to check in and make sure she is alright. CHERRI thanks her partner, then turns to enact her first verbal blows, getting up close and personal to the hellhound. The much shorter woman is not intimidated in the slightest, pointing directly at the leader's chest.)
CHERRI: (overzealous) Who’re calling dickless, dickless? Listen, NO ONE…talks about my man like that…except for me, especially what’s going on downunder. If you ask me, you're just jealous cause he got two bananas in his bunch.
PENTIOUS: (blushing, embarrassed) Oh, Cherri!
CHERRI: Y'know…Two can play your game, where's your mate at? Dingo lookin' fucker, right? Late, full as a goog? As per usual, after he left y'sorry ass?
(THUG #1's face drops and he whines as CHERRI seems to have hit a sore spot)
THUG #1: (growls) Hey bitch, fuck off! He's sober…Most of the time…We've been…going to counseling.
CHERRI: (mocks) Aww, see I missed the part where I gave a shit, fuckhead.
(PEN is now genuinely offended, this was low hanging fruit. Of the couple, he is the more emotionally conscious, but she's been improving.)
PENTIOUS: Tch, I say, Miss Bomb! Manners!
(A little annoyed, CHERRI stops herself and hesitantly tries to be more sympathetic.)
CHERRI: Ugh, fine!...Ahem…Sorry to hear that, bruv…You know what?...Don't suppose you lot…want a head start?...'fore we do this shit?
(The THUGS start running without hesitation, PENTIOUS turns to CHERRI with a tender smile.)
PENTIOUS: See, that was very nice, darling, you can be very kind sometimes…
CHERRI: Yeah, poor guy deserved a break, I guess…(sniffs, barely a beat)...Anyway, now?
PENTIOUS: Absolutely! I'd love nothing more, shall we gut this scoundrel?
PENTIOUS: (concerned) Oh goodness! Bless you!...Are you quite alright?
CHERRI: (laughs) Uh-huh, relax, m'fine…Let's go catch these suckers…Ready?
(PEN powers up his ray gun and tests a shot out to the side, he pulls CHERRI in for a tender snog, that she lovingly returns. She giggles.)
PENTIOUS: (laughs slyly) I love when we play dirty…
CHERRI: (tender whisper) Me too.
(She lights the fuse and throws the first bomb, signalling the official start of the action, of what is a typical date night for the couple. CHERRI's musical laugh carries as they get a move on to catch up with the THUGS and the music drops as the fight begins. CHERRI jumps through the air and whoops out a yell. PEN takes aim and shoots at one of the gang from a distance, landing a hit. )
PENTIOUS: TAKE THAT!
CHERRI: (triumphant, proud) Nice one, babe!
(She almost loses her footing, but throws another bomb and it goes off, landing another hit and taking down two more targets. PEN blasts out several shots.)
PENTIOUS: Taste my fury, you barmy hooligan!
CHERRI: Eat shit, y'miserable cuntlickers!
(PEN laughs, but then hears his partner…coughing. He shoots and calls over his shoulder to CHERRI as they keep moving.)
PENTIOUS: I rather don't like the sound of that cough, dearest!
CHERRI: (calls back) M'fine!…It's just the smoke babe!…
(PEN'S gun jams, and signals a reload.)
PENTIOUS: (sarcastic) Right and I’m Queen Victoria-...Oh! Dearest, aim, 3 o'clock!
(CHERRI gasps and throws a bomb, but misfires, covering them in rubble, dust and smoke.)
THUG #1: (laughs to his men) Think we lost 'em.
(This is a fake out, as the couple emerges from the dust and smoke.)
CHERRI: Think again, champ. Now give us the goods. Under the order of Lucifer Fucking Morningstar.
(PEN's gun reloads.)
PENTIOUS: Honestly…You pussy willows make this far too easy.
THUG#1: Fine, Alright!...I surrender, I- huh?
(A gun cocks and loads. Seemingly CHERRI was wrong about the 'Dingo lookin' fucker'...A coyote sinner with a thick southern drawl signals his presence. THUG #1's boyfriend, THUG #2. There's a gun in his paw and he's brought a handful of more THUGS with him.)
THUG #2: Step away from my man, y'candy asses. He ain't gonna surrender if I have anything to say about it.
THUG #1: (love-struck, he whimpers) Barry! Oh Sweetie you came! And…you brought my favorite gun…Awww, you shouldn't have!
THUG #2: (sweetly) Of course, Peanut…Wouldn't miss it for the world…
(He pecks his lover's cheek with a quick 'Mwah' and gets back to the matter at hand, giving the gun to his partner who points it at the other couple.)
THUG #2: Now let's skin this bitch alive!
(CHERRI nervously laughs and grimaces.)
CHERRI: Oh great, they made up, congratulations!...Run, babe!
(CHERRI runs…leaving PEN with…everyone else.)
PENTIOUS: (panicked, then sheepish) W-Wait, darling!...I don’t suppose we could work something out, friends…
(NOPE. All of the THUGS cock their weapons. And PEN's ray gun…jams...again.)
PENTIOUS: Oh shit…
(From a distance, the gunfire and yelling echoes through the district. The thugs chase after PEN.)
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(Scene 2 - PENTIOUS has managed to slither away momentarily from the THUGS, but is…missing his partner. He pants to catch his breath, slithers and crawls quietly around the streets and alleys. His gun is at the ready and scanning for any danger.)
PENTIOUS : (Whispers) Cherri?...Cherri, dear, where are you?
(He hears a few poorly muffled sneezes in the nearby alleyway. And sees his partner sitting on a box in the shadows, her head in her cupped hands, her eye shut in pain. He quickly slithers over to her. She coughs and looks up, exhausted. She's coming down fast….but is in denial.)
CHERRI: Sorry Pen…Y-y'ready to get back up there?-
PENTIOUS: (softly gasps and sits next to her) No no-…Cherri-...Cherri..Perhaps, we might need to put a pin in this?...You don’t look well at all!
CHERRI: (looks up and tries to reassure, in denial) No!...No- no!...There's no time to veg out on a bullshit sickie!…We gotta get up there an'- hh..hih!-...
(She poorly muffles a loud sneeze in her elbow and it echoes in the alley.)
CHERRI: AAt'TSCHT'SCHIEW!-...(growls, frustrated, but her protests are weak) Fuck! m'really alright!
PENTIOUS: (uncharacteristically firm, not like this often)...Miss Bomb, t-that's quite enough, I insist…You must rest…at least take some momentary respite…And if I may, just… let me feel your lymph nodes.
(CHERRI exhaustedly shakes her head, sputters, and tries to bat away his hands, repeating 'No' but is preoccupied as she hitches and feels another few grating sneezes coming, these ones she barely directs into her shoulder, down at the ground.)
CHERRI: (desperate) No no nooo-…heheeh!-.. ECKH'HEW!...aat'RRTSH'SHEWww-…Oh no.
(PEN reaches a gentle claw to each side of her throat to check her glands.)
PENTIOUS: (sadly) Oh…Bless,…Yes, as I thought. Swollen.
(CHERRI swears and pulls away 'Fuck! Gkkk-', sputters and gags a little, coughing.)
CHERRI: (not listening, she coughs out-) …Uh-uh…Pen, we've gotta get back up there!
PENTIOUS: (floored) Are you mad, woman? You're ill!
PENTIOUS: And your health is more important! The princess would agree...
CHERRI: No!...I-I can handle this…I…just- gotta-...
(She starts to rustle through her bag of explosives and her pockets for something. They CAN'T LOSE this, she hates to lose.)
PENTIOUS: (declarative) No!...No no!...I am calling a ceasefire!
(In an instant, it's clear CHERRI has found something as she starts to run down the alleyway.)
PENTIOUS: Wait! No!...Cherri? Where are you going?!
(This falls on deaf ears as CHERRI coughs, out of breath as she looks around and fiddles with explosives and runs down the alleyway, PEN calls after her. She lights a fuse and throws it up to the building above. It explodes and a scream sounds.)
CHERRI: (triumphant) Yes!
(She starts to cough uncontrollably and has to slow down, until she completely stops, heaving and wheezing.)
PENTIOUS: (frustrated, worried, a bit mom-ish, catches his breath) That's it, Missy!...I'm counting!...One!…Two!…Three…Uh, Four? Whew...Oh god…Damn it, Cherri! I'm putting my foot down!
CHERRI: (out of breath)...You don't have feet, moron…
PENTIOUS: (startled) Oh! Good heavens! Bless you! BLESS you!...BLESS, my love…(then sympathetic) Oh, my dear…
(PEN blesses and coos lovingly as CHERRI struggles through the fit. Unfortunately the loud fit signals the thugs to their hiding spot.)
THUG #1: There they are, get 'em!
(The THUGS charge forward, battle crying in a cacophony.)
PENTIOUS: HOLD IT!
(The THUGS suddenly freeze. CHERRI sneezes a loud 'HACK'IEWww!')
PENTIOUS: (matter of fact) Bless you...Party's over lads…We're going home, booze is yours.
(Bunch of disappointed ad-libs from the group of THUGS…Despite the fact that…they won. They love a good fight, it seems.)
THUG#1: I never get to use my favorite gun.
THUG #2: I know baby…
PENTIOUS: (genuinely sorry)…Sorry everyone! The lady isn't feeling well! Same time next week though? I promise to bring biscuits! (he pauses and turns)...Cherri, my love?
CHERRI: One sec…(CHERRI coughs uncontrollably.)
PENTIOUS: (winces) Oh, let’s go home…You must feel awful.
CHERRI: (stuffy, hesitantly admitting) Gah…Woke up, feelin’ a bit crook, is all…May've tried to-...I tried to take a line before I got here…
PENTIOUS: (suddenly very worried) …Oh, Cherri…
CHERRI: …Thought it’d get me through today…
PENTIOUS: …Cherri, I thought you were clean?-
CHERRI: (unexpectedly emotional, snaps) Well I didn’t get far now did I?...Nose is too fuckin’ bunged up to…hehhh…
(PEN is a bit wounded at the outburst, but sets it aside to support CHERRI as she launches inti a huge, harsh and desperate sneezing fit, bending the poor girl in half, holding a wall for support. PEN realizes quickly that she can't stop and is a bit speechless.)
CHERRI: …HhEH'ItSH'HEWw! Hh'khECHK'SCHEww! Hhh!- HaeH'ECKHH'SCHEW! HAH'ETSH'HWw- hold on- HEH'ESH'Hihhh…Ihh-It won’t s-stop!- (the sneezing is getting breathless)...Ihhh…Tsc'hhiew! TSCH'Hiew!...AaPPtCH'tscheww….hhh…HAATCH'CHewww…Hhh!-....HEH'EICKh'HIEEWw!...
PENTIOUS: (a bit unable to keep up) Bless you! ...Bless you, B-Bless you! Cherri! Bless you, my love!
(As she finishes, he suddenly remembers and reaches into his suit pocket for his monogrammed handkerchief and offers.)
PENTIOUS: Here, my dear, blow…My word! That sounds like it's hurting you, chuffing like a chimney, poor thing…
(CHERRI turns away and blows.)
CHERRI: Thanks…(sniffs, sullen) …M'so sorry, Pen…
PENTIOUS: (melts) …If anything, thank you for telling me…I just care and worry for you, and while I trust you, it’s my duty as your confidant…your boyfriend (the word is a bit foreign to him) to take care of you at your lowest. I- I simply don’t want you to suffer, I can't bear to see you so…miserable.
CHERRI: (exhausted) …Sweetheart?
PENTIOUS: (patient, sweet) Yes?
CHERRI: (quiet)…Feels like my head's gonna blow.
PENTIOUS: (sympathetically coos) I'm sure…We'll set you right, come along, let's get you to bed…
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(Scene 3 - We are back at the hotel, in a suite that the couple share together. CHERRI’s hair is out of her signature ponytail and sitting cross legged in bed in her pajamas with a thermometer in her mouth and a pillow held in her lap. As it beeps, PEN takes the device and reads.)
PENTIOUS: Ooh, 102! Oh dear…Well, you did say you were 'On fire' today.
CHERRI: ...ARRh'RSHHT'SHEW!
PENTIOUS: (a little startled) Bless you! My, you’ve quite a wicked sneeze, you know!
(He laughs, albeit a bit awkwardly and sees her dejected face, she puts down the pillow, pulls up the blanket and turns over.)
PENTIOUS: (he clears his throat and tests the waters)...I know today wasn’t what you hoped for…but I hope you know, I’m quite proud of you…
CHERRI: (glum, she turns and looks up at the ceiling) What for?...The moment things got hard, I reached for what was easy. I didn’t listen to you…I fucking-... I failed…I’m sorry.
PENTIOUS: (starts) Well yes- yes, you failed…
CHERRI: (looks at him)…Gee, thanks, babe.
PENTIOUS: (a bit exasperated) Cherri- that's not what I-…(he smiles, proud, with conviction and love) You're persevering! Take it from an old man who’s faced defeat on numerous occasions to note. You’ve got determination, unlike anything I’ve seen from anyone else…You'll make short work of this nasty chill and rise again in no time to try again! I know how much you hate admitting when you're not at your best, but you are doing it. And that takes strength…Real strength, my dear…Now I think some lavender tea should help that throat of yours, I’ll put a kettle on.
CHERRI: (she smiles too, grateful, but winded) Thank you, Pen…You know, y'not bad at this sick day thing…Taking care of my sorry ass.
(His eyebrow cocks, and he saddles up beside her in their bed.)
PENTIOUS: Oho? Well what kind of partner would I be otherwise?…When she does need of me, I will always care for my…brave…
(He nuzzles and smooches her temple.)
CHERRI: …Mm!
PENTIOUS: ...Bodacious… (smooches her cheek.)
CHERRI: (giggles) S’that right?
PENTIOUS: (contemplates) Mm-hmm...Often- Bullheaded…(nuzzles and smooches her freckled shoulder.)
CHERRI: (agrees) Hm…Fair…
PENTIOUS Hm…brilliantly (smooches her neck knowing it'll tickle her) bright…(leans over and smooches right under her eye, on her nose)...beauty.
(CHERRI musical giggles grow sleepy…She hitches and lets out a tired tickly 'HEP'PSTCH'hiew!')
PENTIOUS: (he chuckles) Bless you.
(CHERRI blows her nose in a clean handkerchief.)
CHERRI: (sniffles thickly) I do need you…Yeh?...I don't tell y'enough…but I love ya.
PENTIOUS: (lovingly agrees, insistant) And I you, dear…Now, I must insist that YOU get some rest. No explosions, no battles...not even a shouting match with the neighbors…Now, I’ll be right back!
(PENTIOUS hums and exits to put the kettle on…CHERRI sighs…and sneezes again…a loud muffled HAH'ECK'HEWww into her hanky. An Egg boi, a little shaken, it seems, approaches the bed.)
FRANK (Egg Boi): …Miss Cherri?…
CHERRI: (dazed) Yeh?
FRANK (Egg Boi): …Are you okay?
CHERRI: (a bit awkward)…Yeh?
FRANK (Egg Boi): …Your face exploded!
(Unable to respond, she flops back on the bed, exhausted, frustrated.)
🔊 RAINY DAY SOIRÉE ♥︎♠︎- Haz/bin Ho/tel Wav - ♡-Day Special
Projects will always be strictly AI FREE.
Hi All!...HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! I'm nervous as hell but excited to share my first wav, this Established Husker/Dust Special, with you guys! ART PAGE/MAKING OF
RAINY DAY SOIRÉE - An/gel Du/st comes home from the studio in a hellstorm to find poor Hu/sk, snuggled up with Fat Nuggets and coming down with a cold in his muzzle. The spider affectionately takes care of his bartender beau, but not without catching it himself...Lil vignettes of Husker/dust's shared sick day and soft caretaking.
CW: Long depiction of shared illness, breathy vocal build-ups, loud deep cold sneezing, contagion, higher pitched cold sneezing fits, snotty/honked nose blowing, dry coughing, snzart visuals, blessing, kissing, emotional comfort, spoilers for the Great Gatsby and lots of fluff.
Script, if you guys want to read along, is below...Enjoy!
~ Love, Pink
♥︎♠︎ - Rainy Day Soirée - Script.
(Scene 1 - ANGEL DUST enters the front door of the Hotel in one of the Pride Ring's thundering hellstorms under his Pink umbrella. It's early evening and the lobby is suspiciously empty.)
ANGEL: *Shudders* It's wetter than dick out there!...Shit…Hello? Anybody home?
(Hanging up his coat, ANGEL heads upstairs and unlocks the door to the room he shares with...)
ANGEL: Husk…Honey?...You in here?-
(He's greeted by Fat Nuggets! The hell-hog scampers off the bed and across the floor to see his Daddy at the door)
ANGEL: Hey! My Sweet Boy!...Lookat'chu Bastards, you an' Papa havin' a snuggle, without me…Traitors.
(Yawning deeply, HUSK is still waking up, grumbling to himself about being woken up by a pig and stretching just like an Old man should. ANGEL coos to Fat Nuggets.)
ANGEL: Uh-Oh…Did we wake Papa?...Yeah, we woke Papa…(then to HUSK) Hi, Baby.
HUSK: (Just noticing his partner, tilts his head) Hm- Hey Legs…Damn, y'home early?
ANGEL: Yeah, just pick up shots today (Not really, by pick up shots, he means his scene partner picked him up and pinned him against the wall, he doesn't want HUSK to worry though.)
HUSK: (always concerned when it comes to the studio, but doesn't want to press ANGEL) Oh…um…Y'okay?
ANGEL: (Can't lie, sadly, but tries to reassure) Just uh…the usual...B-But I'm okay, m'fine. (Starts to laugh and ramble)...Actually, it was kinda funny…Long story short, the last scene- Val wants to get the climax again…and again…AND again. What a set of pipes on the poor motherfucker, screamin' to high heaven!...But, uh- Val got called into a meetin' with Vox, thank god…Shoot got cut short an'...Well, most workin' wanted to head home before the storm got bad…
(He trails off...Usually HUSK would respond somehow...ANGEL notices HUSK scrunching up his muzzle and squeezing the bridge of his nose with two fingers, as if he's in pain. He tenderly approaches.)
ANGEL: S-shit…Are you okay?...You ain't lookin' so hot.
(HUSK waves ANGEL off)
HUSK: M'fine…S'just a headache…
ANGEL: (know's he's been given bullshit) N-No No, there's somethin' else…Whaddya not tellin' me…Whaddya hung over?-
HUSK: HUH'ETSH'SHOO!
(ANGEL startles at the intense sneeze and Nuggets squeals, running under the bed. HUSK sniffles and wiggles and clicks his muzzle.)
ANGEL: Jesus!...Honey?! What the fuck was that?!
HUSK: (out of breath, and a little flustered.) Whew, Sorry…'Scuse me…Didn't mean to scare ya.
ANGEL: Next time warn a gal…It's just, heh-…Y'never do that…Come to think of it, I don't think I've heard ya so much as sniffle before?
ANGEL: (starts laughing and mimics Husk's low growly sneeze) Achoooo!
HUSK: Oho! Y'think that's funny?...Laugh it up, Smartass…L-laugh…Hhhh- Goddamni-EH'RTSH'SHOO!...Motherfucker.
ANGEL: (still laughing, but sympathetic) It's…a little funny….Bless you!..H-honey, are you okay?
HUSK: Figures…Now I'm gettin' a cold, now that the seasons pickin' up.
ANGEL: Aww, my poor baby...That's why y'closed up shop so early, huh?
HUSK: Charlie said I was lookin' a lil…hhh… hhh...Peaky…Shit wasn't my choice.
(HUSK lets out a raspy sounding cough and leans back to monstrously sneeze again.)
HUSK: AH'RKK'HOOO!
ANGEL: Ah, Salute! Here…Blow the Thompson on the end of your face hon. (He offers a tissue box from the nightstand)
HUSK: …Thank you baby…(into tissue) AH'ITSH'IUUU…Ugh, Christ…
ANGEL: (unable to keep from laughing, lovingly mocks again with similar inflection)...B-B-Bless you!
HUSK: Very funny Ange…Real fuckin' hilarious…Alright, C'mere y'little shit!
(HUSK starts to tickle ANGEL's arms. The couple both start laughing.)
ANGEL: No!...No…I'm sorry!…H-Honey that tickles!...
HUSK: (growls playfully) I gotcha!
(Both laugh)
ANGEL: Husk!...Husk, Uncle!
HUSK: (listens, satisfied) Hm…That's whatcha get sweetheart.
ANGEL: (fondly) You're a sadist…M'sorry y'sick honey… (leans down and plants a kiss on the top of the cat's head, then notices a book in his paw) …Hey, whatcha readin'?
HUSK: …Gatsby (The Great Gatsby by F. Scott. Fitzgerald)
ANGEL: Ooh, t-that one…Uh…(suddenly a little embarassed, nervously laughs)...Y'know, s'funny…I ain't never read it?
HUSK: Sweetheart, you've never read The Great Gatsby?
ANGEL: I know, I know…S'crime against literature or somethin'...Y-you tell me, if y'think I'da had time between all the heists n' highs for a few chapters
HUSK: Y'got time now, don'tcha? (Sniffles) Why don't we read it together?
ANGEL: (hopeful) Really?
HUSK: Yeah!...I mean…I've read it a hudred times, but….I'd love to see it through your eyes.
ANGEL: Alright, babycakes…But uh, blow y'muzzle first, I can hear ya, gettin' all stuffy.
(HUSK honks a hefty blow into a tissue. Key word being honk.)
ANGEL: Alright, Mother Goose! D'ya wanna start the story or should I?
HUSK: I ain't got the energy to put up with this shit, dickhead…
ANGEL: Alright, Jackass! I'll take care of it, just listen to the Soothing sounds of my voice...
(He clears his throat and starts the book.
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(Scene 2 - The next time we see the pair…It's the next morning. ANGEL is in bed and is woken by a loud nose blow and growly bellowed sneezes coming from the bathroom. ANGEL stretches and cranes his neck to look at the bathroom door.
ANGEL: (called out) Bless you!
(The bathroom door opens and a pathetic looking bartender enters, looking exausted.)
HUSK: M'sorry, did I wake you?
ANGEL: Oh baby, nonsense!...You can't help that. You're sick….(clears his throat, still waking, hesitates to ask)...Uh, how's the head?
(HUSK just deeply coughs and raises his eyebrow at the wording. Anyway, ANGEL already knows the answer.)
ANGEL: Y'know what- …don't answer that, uh…I'm gonna go downstairs an' make us some tea.
HUSK: (childlike, pleading eyes)...With bourbon?
ANGEL: (Agreeing) With. Bourbon.
(ANGEL fiddles with the kettle in the kitchen, filling it up with water, putting it on the stove, turning on the burner…He feels something creeping up.)
ANGEL: Heht'ktsh'iew!...Damn…Niffty needs to dust 'round here.
(He hears the door creak open and feels something ELSE creeping up. Needless to say, it's not HUSK.)
ANGEL: Oh, honey?...It's okay, I got it under control you can just go back to bed.
ALASTOR: …Are you quite sure?
(ANGEL startles and rolls his eyes once he sees ALASTOR, but politely replies and resumes watching the kettle.)
ANGEL: Yeah...G'mornin' to you too, Al.
ALASTOR: My my! Someone's broadening their palate!...It's rather funny, usually you'd be schmoozing a mimosa out of our esteemed bartender…But here you are! Making…what smells to be a morning cuppa of chammomile- Or a double. How domestic…What's the occasion?
(ANGEL keeps his reply short, cold and brisk. He's never liked how AL treats his boyfriend and knows AL probably already is well aware, but wants the satisfaction.)
ANGEL: Well our esteemed bartender is playin' hooky today, he's got a real bad cold…(then realizes he can use this to his advantage) Y'don't wanna risk gettin' it Al, y'should probably keep away…like far far away.
ALASTOR: (Sees right through) Come now Angel, you can rest assured that I have no desire to hang around such pestilence. But I also trust that you'll inform Husker of his responsibilities and how he'll be making up for lost time…(He presses the laugh track on his staff)...I must say, I never took you as the caretaking type.
ANGEL: (Ignores the bite, sighs fondly) Well, someone's gotta take care of the big lug…(then bites) Lord know's you won't…Eet'Tschuu!
ALASTOR: (knowingly) Well! Seems as though pot just met kettle, and with that, I'll be on my merry way…(darkly) Seems as though disgusting affections are in the air…among other things.
(In an instant, AL leaves and the kettle begins to screech. ANGEL growls to himself in Italian.)
ANGEL: Stronzo di Fragole!…Hhh…Aat'tshew!
(Back upstairs in ANGEL's room, ANGEL sets the tray with two mugs and another box of tissues down on the bed and sits down.)
ANGEL: (tenderly) Here ya go, Babycakes. Careful, it's hot.
HUSK: (coughs sleepily)...Thank you, Sweetheart.
ANGEL: D'aww, you are welcome!...So uh, where did we leave off?
HUSK: (coughs) Page 41, the big party.
ANGEL: Okay…'I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house'-…'Scuse me…Sorry…Heh…Heh…Ih!…Ihh'eck'iew!...Heh'ish'uu!
HUSK: (chuckling) Uh-oh…Bless you!...Tissue?
ANGEL: Yeah I'b…I'm fine, Honey…Thanks…(tries to start reading) 'I belie- (sputters and coughs)...
HUSK: (gently) Are you okay?
ANGEL: (insistant)…I'm okay! 'I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house…I believe I was-' (takes a deep breath, he is feeling awful and…is about to sneeze again)...Shit-
HUSK: (worried) Angel?
ANGEL: Eh…Eh- Sorry, I'm…I'm godda sneeze!...IT'Tshuu!...Its'Shhh-Oh fuck me sideways!
(HUSK tries to think of a way to cheer up Angel and gets an idea.)
HUSK: Hold that thought…
ANGEL: Husk?…Whatcha doin'?
(HUSK gets up and starts to mess around with ANGEL's record player. Looking through the collection of vinyls, he finds one that they'd both enjoy. Glenn Miller's 'Chatanooga Choo Choo' starts playing and HUSK starts to sway and kick his feet a little, then does a little Charleston step.)
ANGEL: What are you doin'...Are you…dancin'?
HUSK: Eh…How's that for Glamour?…'Scuse me, sir?
ANGEL: (laughs) Who me?
HUSK: Couldn't help but notice…Y'seem a bit…sniffly-
ANGEL: (still laughing, loving this bit) No shit, it's your fault!
HUSK: -But otherwise…Absolutely beautiful. I'm a bit sniffly myself…(feigns surprise) We have so much in common!
ANGEL: (laughs) Y'so cheesy...
HUSK: I would love nothing more than to dance with you…Whaddya say?
(ANGEL gets up and takes HUSK's arm, joining the bit as they begin to sway gently to the music)
ANGEL: Well sir, I'd love to…But between you an' me?...Keep this on the downlow, Y'don't wanna let my grump of a boyfriend know that I'm dancing with such a gentleman.
HUSK: Well, I dunno this fella…But if he's doin' anything right, I think he'd just be happy to see you happy.
(The two dance and sway in their pajamas for a while, wrapped in eachother's arms)
HUSK: One…Two…-....Hhhh
(ANGEL notices HUSK's twitching and hitching and offers to help.)
ANGEL: Honey?...Y'okay? Y'need a tissue?...A tissue?
HUSK: AH'ICKHH'HIOOoo!
ANGEL: Yeah, that's what I thought…Bless you Ol' Man.
HUSK: Uhhh….Th- Thank-....Tha-...uhh'ITSH'hooo
ANGEL: Salute, Mio Caro…Here.
(HUSK takes the offered tissue)
HUSK: (stuffily) Thank you baby…(he coughs amd hitches as another big painful sneeze is coming)...HEHRK'HOOOOOOO!
ANGEL: (clicks his tongue, sympathetic) Bless you!...I think that's our cue to get back in bed baby.
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(Scene 3 - Hours of reading later. The couple has reached the big twist of the heightening drama of the book. Daisy Buchanan was the one driving the car that hit Myrtle Wilson. Jay Gatsby, who's in love with Daisy, will take the blame. ANGEL's heart and weakened immune system cannot take this.)
ANGEL: (floored, heartbroken) Husk…No…No, it was Daisy?!
HUSK: (knew this was coming) Daisy was drivin' baby...
ANGEL: No!...She did it?...N-no!...Fuck no! (Throws the book) Goddamnit! (A coughing jag starts)
HUSK: Easy!...Easy, Jesus Christ…Breathe, baby, breathe…Are you okay?
ANGEL: (carries on) An' he's just gon' take the fall for her sorry ass…Oh my god! (Way too into the story.)
HUSK: (laughs a little at his partner's passion) I know…I know-...Shit Angel are you cryin'?
ANGEL: (He is. Emotional, sniffling)...S'just so fucked up.
HUSK: Easy now…I know…But that's the beauty of it…ain't it?
HUSK: (chuckles) Bless you!...Y'always sneeze like that?
ANGEL: (sniffles) Like what?...(realizes) Oh, I'm sorry! (Coughs) Not all of us start a damn natural disaster every time the pollen count goes up.
(HUSK belly laughs, ANGEL's jab was...pretty fair enough. HUSK's laugh trails off into little coughs and grows a bit raspy.)
HUSK: (lovingly firm) Alright, blow your nose.
(ANGEL blows thickly and groans)
HUSK: There y'go…Feel better?
ANGEL: (tired from his emotional burst and his sneezing fit, he deadpans) What do you think?
HUSK: (not really bothered by his partner's moodiness, but calls it out anyway) Damn, you're startin' to get a lil bitchy.
(ANGEL is too sleepy to argue with this, so he lays down and pulls the blanket up, snuggling into HUSK's side.)
ANGEL: (quiet)…Gonna take a nap.
HUSK: (coughs) That's a brilliant idea, Sweetheart…
(Nuggets comes out from under the bed and paws to be let up. HUSK pats the bed.)
HUSK: Well, c'mon!...Get on up, here.
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(Scene 4 - Another few hours later…a knock at the door wakes the couple)
ANGEL: (grumpily, sleepily, stuffily)...Hm, Who the fuck is that?... If anyone tries to enter this room with me looking like absolute shit…I will not hesitate to shoot them.
HUSK: (yawns, sleepily and raspily) S'okay, Ange, just stay in bed…I'll get it.
(HUSK coughs a jag into his arm as he answers the door. ANGEL lets our a rough Aagh'ish'hew!, and Nuggets greets Princess Charlie Morningstar behind the door, who's carrying a large thermos and still dressed in her pajamas.)
HUSK: Sorry…Hi, Princess.
CHARLIE: Holy shit…You guys sound awful (coughs roughly a little herself...revealing the bug is clearly going around)
ANGEL: Hell, you ain't sounding much better, Toots.
Charlie: (In-denial, laughs) No!...I'm fine- I'm fine, Angel…Nothing to worry about! Vaggie is downstairs with something nasty…So I'm gonna go take care of her, BUT I brought you guys some chicken soup, I hope you enjoy it!
HUSK: (smiles sincerely and takes the thermos) Much obliged…Thank you…(then looks doubtful) Are you sure you're okay?
CHARLIE: (giggles again, still denying) No! I'm fine! I'm fine guys, I- Hh! HEP'PTSH'SHIEEW!
(CHARLIE inherited her Dad's tendency to occasionally become a...flamethrower when sneezing. Tends to get worse with a cold. Her demon form is out. ANGEL, HUSK and Nuggets stare blankly, a bit scared.)
ANGEL:…Bless you.
HUSK:…Bless you.
HUSK: (quietly to ANGEL) I didn't jus' hallucinate, right?...Fire came out her nose…
ANGEL: (quietly back) Dunno, y'talkin' to a former crackhead, if anyone's hallucinatin' it should be me…
CHARLIE: Eh…Heh…Ih…IPTSH'SHIEEW!
ANGEL: (Gently, firmly, big brother energy) Charlie…Dollface?... Y'takin' care a' everybody…But don't forget to take care a' y'self. (as Charlie coughs, ANGEL melts and invites her in for a hug)...C'mere.
CHARLIE: (Emotional)...Oh, Angel!
ANGEL: (waving her off, still a bit nervous) Yeah, yeah… Just do me a favor? Try not to set me on fire?
(HUSK joins the hug, wrapping his wings around the three of them.)
HUSK: C'mere, kid…If you tell anybody about this…I will gut you like a fish. (No real bite)
CHARLIE: (beat.) Thank you guys…Um…Vaggie and I are gonna watch some movies in the lobby, if you guys wanna join us, you're free to!...And if you need anything, give us a holler- Well actually, don't do that- Save your voices…Okay, bye!
(Door closes)
HUSK: Could be fun…It'll help distract from your…existential dread.
ANGEL: (coughs) Hey, fuck off!...Anyway, I have a better distraction…
HUSK: What?...(realizes and stiffens) No!...No. Are- Are you really feelin' up to that right now?
ANGEL: (pouts) C'mon Whiskers, don'tcha want me to…feel better?...(muffles a stuffy sneeze behind his hands) Ktsch'yew!- Oh my god…
HUSK: (smirks) Need a tissue?
ANGEL: (sniffles) I need…YOU, Baby! Besides, didn'tcha know that the Pentagram's leadin' scientists and' medical professionals say 'Sex is good for a cold!'
HUSK: (contemplates, then smiles slyly and inches closer) Well…Then I guess we gotta do what we gotta do…For science.
ANGEL: (smiles back, sniffling) That's right, we're just doin' this for a good cause…In the name of 'Science'.
(They melt into an embrace in a slow passionate kiss.)
ANGEL: ...I love you
HUSK: ...I love you too
(ANGEL's nose gets brushed and he pulls away to harshly sneeze, and looks up apologetically)
ANGEL: ...Aack'shew!...Ugh sorry.
HUSK: (tenderly) Bless you, Sweetheart.
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