More: Life hated her. She was sure of it. Born broken in ways no one could fix, weak heart, weak lungs, barely-there muscles, bones like glass, and a brain that sometimes just forgot to control her body.
Tamo never wanted special treatment. Sure, taking it easy sounded nice, but she didn’t need it. Why slow others down when she could keep up with a little struggle? She wished she’d taken the easy way that time. They warned her not to push herself, to know her limits.
She joined her classmates for a game of baseball anyway.
Everything after was blurry,an impact to the chest, the taste of blood, the feeling of her chest caving in. She woke up three days later, surrounded by tubes and a terrified family. Her chest was visibly misshapen. How could one hit do this? Then again, she once broke her hand just dropping a textbook.
But this time… her family looked different. Grim. Distant.
Why wouldn’t they meet her eyes? Only when she was alone with a doctor did she get the truth: “The damage is too severe. Bone fragments everywhere. We’re waiting on a donor, your heart can’t be saved.” That explained the pain.
She tried to stay hopeful. Really, she did. But the doctors rotated constantly. No one told her where she was on the list. Hopelessness took root. Then came a new doctor. They were supposed to sign her off to hospice, but… she begged. They couldn’t just walk away, not yet.
That was months ago. Both she and the doctor know, even if a heart comes, her body might not survive the transplant. She’s dying. But she won’t give up. Not until she’s really gone. No matter what anyone says,she trusts them. They’ll save her. They visit HER the most. They have to save her.
I'm a long time lurker, first time (snz) writer. I wanted to try my hand at writing something like this, and decided to pull out a couple ocs I've had for a bit. Kinda experimental, dipping my toes in the world of writing for this kink so any feedback is appreciated!
Only about 1k words, background is that Jay and Elliot are both students at the same college and roommates and that's pretty much it! Their relationship is not romantic yet, unsure of if it will be but idk, I'll see how it goes.
Cw: contagion mention, fever
God, Jay wishes his professor would just shut up about Greek mythology already.
In his foggy mind, those stupid fucking stories from this stupid fucking lecture are the only things that seem to stick. Icarus with his wax wings, flying too close to the sun. He feels a sort of kinship to that doomed boy, his hubris, his downfall. If Jay is Icarus, Elliot is his Daedelus. Setting a bottle of Dayquil on the counter seemed like such a nice gesture at the time, too, considering his roommate was the patient zero to this nightmare plague.
Jay usually has such good impulse control.
With a cold from hell, too much medicine sounded like an oxymoron. Anything would have to be a step up from drowning in his own mucus.
A shiver shoots up his spine, but he barely shifts from his slumped position on the desk in the back of this classroom. With the edge of his sweater over his hand, pressed against his sluggishly leaking nose, he sniffles. He feels and hears a pitiful squeak of pressure stab through his sinuses, ears crackling loudly as he swallows.
He's not sure if it's better or worse, being too dazed to fully comprehend just how disgusting he must be right now. Through the thick haze in his mind, he can vaguely feel the stinging of his rubbed raw and chapped nose, abused by the rough wool of his shirt sleeve. In any other case, he'd be too self-conscious to do this openly, too afraid to be seen as gross by his peers.
Now, as his head periodically bops back up after slowly drifting down, exhausted eyes trying their best not to close, he can't quite muster up the energy to care.
“hhHIT’sschUE!”
He wrenches forward into his elbow, sneezing for what feels like the hundredth time since he's woken up. A couple hoarse, grating coughs follow after, and if he weren't in public he would've allowed himself to groan in misery.
People are probably staring at him, he knows. It's cold and flu season, and he's basically Typhoid Mary right now.
Let them. If the teacher hadn't made this lecture mandatory attendance, he wouldn't have shown up at all. Through red rimmed, watery eyes, he glares at her with as much rage as he can muster. He hopes someone coughs on her doorknob.
One of his knuckles paws at the side of his nose weakly, letting out a small sigh of annoyance at the inevitable. His breath hitches.
“HhHhuhhggh’shkew!! HtxcHH-shEWW!” Hands cupped around his face, his fingertips rest against overheated cheeks brush against the bottom of his teary eyes. God this sucks.
Something taps his shoulder, breaking him out of his dazed self-pity. His head lazily swivels around, vision swimming sickeningly for a short moment.
A figure comes into focus- Jenn, one of Elliots's friends, he vaguely notes- holding something out to him wordlessly. Tired eyes dart down, and out of pure relief, he almost feels himself sober up a bit.
It's a pack of tissues. He could cry. He might cry.
He accepts them readily.
“Thangks.” He rasps, at least attempting to blow his nose. It barely budges, but it's still nice to clean his upper lip with something besides his clothes.
“Of course man. You um… you alright?” Jenn questions, what little attention she'd been paying to the lecture replaced with concern.
Jay sighs, keeping the tissue wadded in his hand as his shoulders slump.
“Fidne.” He grumbles, turning to cough weakly into the tissue.
“Elliot finally gave you his cold?”
Jay scoffs.
“How'd you figure that ode out? Thought I was hidi’g it well.” He complains, punctuating it with a blocked sniffle. Jenn tuts sympathetically, patting him gently on the shoulder. He knows he must be out of it, as he doesn't move away. She seems to notice this too, her eyes darting to the large digital clock on the wall.
“Think you can tough it out for fifteen more minutes?” She asks, getting a half-hearted shrug in response.
“It wod't kill mbe.” He mumbles.
Nodding in understanding, Jay pulls out her phone.
“I'll let him know to come pick you up. No offense dude, but you probably shouldn't be driving right now.” Knowing him, she expects at least a little push back from this, as he's been historically against anything even vaguely considered coddling.
He simply sniffles, wipes his nose, and nods weakly, trying hard not to pay attention to the room spinning as he does.
“Sou'ds gguhh…
hhuh-ghhTCH'SSCHUEww!” Oh god that one was so loud. He can tell Jenn is looking at him without turning to her, even as he lets out a breathy, congested groan into his hands hiding his face.
The professor launches into some lengthy discussion about Sisyphus when Jay completely tunes her out again. All he has to do is make it fifteen minutes.
———
Jay finds himself blinking back into semi-awareness after a bit, not having realized he'd dozed off.
“Snrk- wuh… huh?” He mumbles, distantly feeling the cold touch of a palm against his forehead.
Before he could do anything too embarrassing like lean into the hand, he turns to cough, reaching up a hand to rub his throat with a swallow and a wince. The sleep did nothing but make him feel even more clogged.
When he finally blinks his watery eyes clear, his roommate's form finally becomes visible. He knows he should feel mortified, at least a bit more than he is right now.
But, at least that means he's got a ride home now. The thought of finally laying in his bed is almost enough to make him sob with relief.
“El…” He practically whines, feeling the much larger man's arm gently guide him out of the desk by his shoulder.
“Looks like this thing's kicking your ass, huh?” Elliot comments, the slight amusement in his tone not appreciated by Jay.
“You gave mbe this shit, jackass.” He grumbles with what little anger he can muster. His head resting on Elliot's shoulder as he's guided away certainly doesn't help his case.
“Hey, I warned you. Not my fault you didn't take the multivitamins I offered.”
Jay lets out a single, breathy laugh.
“You act like you're fifty.” He comments, breaking off to muffle a couple coughs into his fist at the end.
“At least my cold wasn't this bad. You look like death.”
“Gee, thangks.” Jay knows Elliot is probably right, though. Which is only more embarrassing given that he knows Elliot still managed to look like a runway model even while running 101°. That man has to be blessed.
Speaking of, Jay stalls for a moment, causing Elliot to stop as well. Jay's breath hitches, one hand weakly coming to cup his face, leaning into his roommate's supportive frame as his eyes flutter.
“HhhhITSCH-UEe! hhgsh'TCHEWww!! Hhhhuhhh…nghohgod-” He groans, stumbling back with the force of the sneezes, lightheaded and drained.
Elliot's hold around Jay's shoulders tighten, noticing him falter. Unintentionally he pulls the smaller man closer, Jay's face towards Elliot's body as he curls into himself.
“Oh hey, easy man. We can just-” Before Elliot can finish, Jay snaps forward into Elliot's shirt.
“hhhhHIITSCH’HEWW!!”
Jay doesn't need to cup his face anymore. Any potential mess has been contained, right into Elliots chest.
Immediately Jay's already overheated and feverish cheeks somehow redden further, shame permeating that constant bleariness for once.
“Nghh- shit. I'mb sorry, that's- that's so fucki'g gross.” He mumbles into Elliot's shirt, not wanting to look up in fear of his friend's possible expression.
The chest beneath his hands and nose stutters a couple times in a chuckle. A hand pats him on the back, and he looks up.
“Hey, I already had it once, so I'm basically immune to it now. No harm no foul.” Elliot offers, a soft smile on his lips.
A set of coughs release themselves from Jay's lungs, a weak fist half-heartedly covering it. Elliot hums in worry, and nudges Jay to keep walking with him.
“C’mon, we're almost home. A little sleep will do you some wonders.”
Jay wanted to retort with the fact that his little nap in the classroom did nothing but make the problem worse, but can't bring himself to. With little to no other choice, Jay allows himself to be guided back to Elliot's car, face still half buried in the man's shirt.
Tomorrow he'll blame it on the medication. But he feels unfairly safe in his roommate's arms.
Allie cracked one eye open and scanned the bedroom, pulling the comforter tighter around her. Her other eye slowly followed and she groaned quietly. Apparently the sneezes yesterday weren’t allergies - her head was pounding, every muscle in her body hurt, and her throat ached. Groaning, she pulled the blanket back over her head and tried to go back to sleep.
The sun wasn’t even up, but she could hear Grady puttering around the room and getting ready for his flight to Croatia to film for a few days.
“Babe?”
Instead of answering, she pulled the covers tighter around her.
“Maybe next time I should see if I can get a later flight out of Heathrow,” Grady chuckled. His footsteps moved around the bed and the mattress shifted as he sat down. “Allie?”
“Wasn’t allergies,” she grumbled, peeking out from under the blanket.
Frowning, he pulled the covers away from her face and gently placed his hand on her forehead. “You’re burning up,” he muttered. “I’m gonna call Jack, see if he can reschedule filming.”
Though she wasn’t sure it would make a difference, considering how stubborn he was, Allie tried to protest. When she sat up, her vision swam and she flopped back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and still trying to tell him to just go to Croatia.
“‘S a cold,” she mumbled. “Jus’ go.”
“You don’t get a fever like that with a cold, baby.”
She could hear him talking to someone - presumably Jack - but she couldn’t focus long enough to hear the words. Instead, she pulled on the blankets again and rolled back onto her side. All she wanted was for him to go catch his flight so she could go back to sleep, but she didn’t have the energy to fight him on it. If he could win Jack over, all she would be able to do is lay back and take it when he pestered her with drugs and cuddles and baths.
The bed sagged again under his weight as his hand gently rubbed her side.
“Sleep!” she moaned. “Go!”
“No can do, babe,” he said. “Got the time off already. Worked out well - there’s a storm incoming so we’ll need to shoot next weekend instead.”
His weight pressed against her as he climbed onto the bed beside her, and she felt herself being lifted, blanket and all, to curl up next to him. Grady’s arm wrapped around her as her head fell against his chest. “Brat,” she grumbled as she threw her arm across his stomach.
The vibrations in his chest from his laughter felt weirdly good, like a massage almost, and she moaned a little as her eyes drifted shut. His lips grazed the top of her head over the blanket. “Comfy?”
“Mmm.” Just as she started to drift off, his chest rumbled again and it took her a minute to realise he was singing quietly.
Where the blue of the night
Meets the gold of the day
Someone waits for me
And the gold of her hair
Crowns the blue of her eyes
Like a halo tenderly
“‘M not blonde,” she murmured.
His silent laughter shook her. “I know, baby. My mom used to sing this to me when I was sick.”
If only I could see her
Oh how happy I would be
Where the blue of the night
Meets the gold of the day
Someone waits for me
If only I could see her
Oh how happy I would be
Where the blue of the night
Meets the gold of the day
Someone waits for me
Smiling to herself, Allie snuggled closer to him and let the soothing sounds and vibrations send her off to sleep.
Anyway have Avion with a new Outfit. This one he starts wearing once he has his own Private Investigator office in the interspace. He still keeps his old clothes from the game but to look a bit more proffessional he buys a new suit.
CARACTERÍSTICAS: Siempre anda con camisas de mangas largas y ropa olgada. La piel de sus brazos está mal formada por todos los cortes que se a echo. Su cabello es negro y ojos rojos. Cubre la mitad de su rostro por vergüenza. Carga siempre sus confiables navajas... Seductor con los humanos solo para poder cortarlos.
SEXUALIDAD: Homo
NOMBRE: Psico
ENFERMEDAD: Trastorno Psicótico
TIPO: Mental
PERSONALIDAD: Saltos Bruscos en la personalidad, pasando de la locura, a la alegría constantemente.
CARACTERÍSTICAS: Su cabello es blanco y sus ojos Azul cielo. Usa un casco que bloque su visión y lo prefiere así para no sufrir tanto de alucinaciones que causa. Dos masas amorfas y negras flotan a su alrededor estás las usa para provocar delirios y alucinaciones en los humanos.
SEXUALIDAD: Homo
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Que tal gente!? Estos son dos Oc's a los que les reutilice la apariencia para formar parte de este AU.
