Poison Coma.

poison coma.

genya safin x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: food poisoning, a little self criticism

summary: feelings finally come out after some weird tea and a poison coma. 

inspo: “i dreamed about you while i was in my poison coma. i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.” “you think i’m nice?”

i ran through the halls of the little palace, not caring who or what i might run to. this was too important.

finally, i spotted a familiar head of red hair dressed in ivory. i ran up to the girl, grabbing her hand and leaning towards her ear. “you busy? i have a scoop,” i whisper.

genya turns from ivan, smiling at me. “well, i always have time for a scoop,” she says, turning back to ivan before saying a quick ‘bye’ and turning back to me. “lead the way, sankta y/n,” she says.

i scoff as i walk off, my hand still in hers. “you know i hate that name,” i say.

genya giggles. “i know. that’s why i use it.”

i roll my eyes, pulling her out the palace and under a nearby tree. i sit down under its shade, the tailor sitting next to me.

“you’re so mean to me,” i say, not even trying to hide the grin on my face.

genya smiles back, a dazzling grin that would make the whole world stop to look. “oh, but you love me,” she says. “at least, you love me enough to fill me in on the gossip.”

the gossip. yes, she only wants the gossip.

“okay. well, i was walking down this hallway. completely empty, or so i thought,” i say. “i hear some hushed voices, so i follow them and find… drum roll, please.”

genya giggles but nonetheless beats on her lap to supply some kind of drumroll.

“nadia and marie!” i say, causing genya to gasp. “they were, what i can only describe as, canoodling on a bench!”

genya giggles. “i knew it! those two are together far too much to just be friends!”

i wonder if people think that about us. i push the thought aside, instead looking at the grass underneath me.

genya started rambling about something ivan had said to her as i looked up to her and listened.

she was so beautiful, even when she didn’t try. it was impossibly hard not to admire every single part of every single feature of her, but i managed to do it.

i always did.

i sat down in the library, a cup of tea in hand. i placed it down on the table i was sitting at, opening a book and beginning to flip through it.

after a few minutes of reading, i took a sip of my tea. it was colder.

colder than it should be.

i looked down at it, trying to figure out where the steam should be. the. it couldn’t clearly see the cup anymore as the lines began to fade into the table.

i suddenly felt dizzy, and the world began to spin fast. everything was blurry and dull but also clear and bright.

then everything was black.

i looked down at my hands, noticing how the usually smooth skin had wrinkled and how the veins in my hand had gone blue. i touched my cold hand to my face, and felt the loose skin wrinkle around my features.

i had grown old, and if i looked in a mirror, i knew i’d look like a human raisin.

i heard giggling from the outside of my room, and i quickly recognized the voice.

genya. she can’t see me like this.

i hurriedly looked around my room for something to cover myself with, but i was too late.

the tailor pushed open the doors, a beautiful smile on her face. “morning, love,” she says.

i look at her, my eyes wide. “genya, i don’t know what’s-“

“shush,” she says walking behind me. she tangles her hands in my hair, quickly braiding and styling it.

i looked up and found a mirror in front of me. i really was old and gross, but genya was still amazing. as beautiful as the last time i had seen her.

she finally finished styling my white hair, she rested her head on my shoulder, smiling at me.

“beautiful,” she muttered.

i smiled at her. “it’s all you.”

she giggles, kissing my cheek. “i’ll come back for you in five minutes. put on your kefta. goodbye.”

and with that, she was out the door, her beautiful red hair flowing behind her as she left the room.

she was so kind to me. even when i looked horrifying, she called me beautiful.

i looked horrifying. why did i look horrifying? what was the last thing i remember?

the library. the tea. the blackness.

the black.

the…

i woke up to the feeling of crisp sheets underneath my fingertips, the light chatter of people filling the room.

i sat up, taking in my surroundings.

the infirmary.

i hear someone walking outside before the doors fly open, revealing a familiar grisha woman.

“y/n!” genya says, running towards me while healers turn towards genya than me.

the healers all turn towards genya, then to me.

genya is suddenly at my side, hugging me tightly.

“oh!” i exclaim, hugging the girl back.

genya pulls away, smiling widely at me before a wave of worry passes over her. “i was so worried about you. sergei found you passed out in the library. we didn’t know what happened. i was worried out of my mind!”

“genya!” the healer calls, causing the tailor to turn to face her. “we need to talk with y/n. do you mind?”

“oh! sorry!” genya says, smiling one more time at me. “i’ll be back for you when they release you, okay?”

“okay,” i say, smiling as she walks away.

the healer turns to me, asking questions about what i remember and how i was feeling. once she was done with her questions, she told me would be out in a few days.

thank the saints.

food poisoning. the tea i drank had food poisoning, making me slip into a “poison coma” (as genya called it). it just required a few days of rest for the symptoms to fade away, then they’d let me out.

the day they let me out of the infirmary, genya was waiting right outside of the doors. as soon as i was out, she pulled me into the tightest hug imaginable.

“saints, it’s been practically unbearable without you around,” she says into my hair. once she pulls away, she smiles brightly at me before tugging at my hand. “come on! we have so much to catch up on! you missed so much, and i want to hear all about the gossip the healers spread!”

genya began to go on about rumors of a new ball as she dragged the two of us to our tree. once we got there, i sat down as genya still stood, going on about what everyone was saying about the ball.

i smiled up at her, watching as she looked down and smiled back. “well, why don’t you tell me about how it was in the infirmary? if it was horrible, i’ll pull a few strings and try to improve the conditions.”

i shrugged. “conditions were find. the coma thing was weird.”

“really?” genya says. “i heard it can cause hallucinations. i’m not sure though. that mold can do weird things.”

“i dreamed about you when i was in my poison coma,” i blurted out. “i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.”

“you think i’m nice?”

i look, noticing genya with a uncharacteristically shy smile on her face. i smile back at her. “i think you’re very nice, genya.”

a huge smile breaks out on her face as she sits down at my side. “i think you’re very nice, too.”

i can’t help myself. i just lean forward and kiss her.

for a second she doesn’t react, and i panic. what if she doesn’t like me back? what if she doesn’t even like girls?

and then i felt her smile against my lips, kissing me back. i wrap my arms around her, feeling every dream i had about this moment put to shame. she was just so amazing, in absolutely every way, and i couldn’t help smiling against her lips.

genya finally pulled away, giggling. “oh, you’re very nice, y/n.”

i chuckle. “i could say the same for you, genya.”

lucy gray baird would’ve been SUCH A THEATER KID. literally would’ve loved performing and getting roses after shows.

(she def would’ve had eurydice from hadestown be a dream role. i just know it.)

me when finnick and annie get reunited in mockingjay pt 1 and he holds her so tenderly and you can just feel how much he cares for her and missed her and now i wanna cry

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three ships: eleanor and chidi (from the good place), finnick and annie (from thg), and sam and mercedes (from glee)

first ship: ella and prince charmont from ella enchanted (og comfort movie)

last song: “kaleidoscope” by chappell roan!!

last movie: deadpool 2 (i’m prepping for the new movie 👀)

currently reading: nothing but i have been on the hunt for don’t want you like a best friend by emma alban to read next!!

currently watching: i’m watching supernatural for the first time (i’m on s12), and i LOVE it

currently eating: homemade chicken and gnocchi soup :)

currently craving: a good loaf of bread i can bite a hunk off of

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Three Ships: Zelink (Zelda/Link, Legend of Zelda), Shirbert (Anne/Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables or Anne With An E) and Locklyle (Lucy/Lockwood from Lockwood and Co)

First Ship: i joined tumblr in 2017 for BoTW Zelink and all of my fandom experience spiralled from here. i started playing LoZ games before that though, maybe 2008? and there was a fanfic tab (though it wasn't called like that) on the help website i used

Last Song: ......... "Last Night - Official Madison Song" by Chris Anderson and DJ Robbie (it's on my summer playlist bc of childhood nostalgia, i don't go out of my way to listen to it usually 😂)

Last Movie: Maze Runner: The Death Cure (justice for Newt)

Currently Reading: book wise, I just finished The Two Towers (and am not so patiently awaiting Return of the King to, well, return to the library so i can borrow it)

Currently Watching: Once Upon A Time (nearly done with S1)

Currently Eating: waiting for my dinner to cook (ratatouille and semolina and eggs)

Currently Craving: CHEESE. my kingdom riches gratitude for a scrap of french cheese!!!!

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right where you left me.

peter parker x reader

type: angst with a fluff ending

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: break-up, sadness, depression

summary: when peter leaves y/n alone at their diner, y/n feels stuck in place.

inspo: “right where you left me” by taylor swift

a/n: specifically written for andrew garfield’s peter but can be tobey or tom’s

i jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. i turned around and picked up my phone, clicking 'accept' and holding it to my ear.

"hello?" i say.

"hey."

peter.

peter's voice sounded a little wobbly, like he was anxious or something.

"hey, babe," i say, smiling to myself. "what's up?"

"umm... you know our diner?" he asks.

"of course i know our diner, peter," i say. there was this diner - mel's - that peter and i always went to when we would study together. we went there on our first date and had our first kiss over one of their ice cream sundaes.

"do you think we could meet there soon? like half an hour maybe?" he asks.

"of course! i'll see you there in 30! love you," i say.

"bye," peter says, before hanging up.

----

i walked into the diner, smiling at the hostess as the door closed behind me. i walked to a booth in the corner of a diner and waited for peter.

after a few minutes, i hear the bell on top of the door ring. i look up and see peter, looking around the diner. i wave him over to my booth. he walks over.

"hey, peter," i say, pulling him into a hug. he quickly pulls away, sitting in the seat across from mine.

"hey, y/n," he says.

i sit down, smiling at him. i pick up a menu, reading over the options. "you know, i saw on one of the signs near the door that the special-"

"i don't think i can be with you anymore," peter says suddenly.

i drop my menu onto the table. "what?"

"i just... it's nothing you did. it's me. i can't..." peter stumbles over his words.

i feel my eyes go glossy. "did you..." i start. i hear my own voice trip over itself. "is there someone else?"

"no!" peter says. "n-no! well... kind of. but not in the way you think!" he says.

i can feel my mascara start to run.

"don't cry. please, y/n," peter pleads.

"what? you're just going to break up with me and then expect me not to cry? you found someone new and then told me that at my favorite diner. where we met! and you expect me not to cry?" i whisper to him.

peter sighs. "you make me sound horrible," he says.

"you're not horrible, peter," i say, placing my hand over his. "you're absolutely wonderful in every well ay. i just... i don't want this to end."

he composed himself. "i'm sorry. i hope i'll see you around," peter says. and with that he's up and gone.

i finally let his words sink in. he left me. he found someone new. he doesn't want me.

i sat there, in the little dingy corner of our diner, and cried.

i cried over all the hours we spend together. i cried over all the now-bittersweet memories we had in the diner. i cried over the big question: what had i done wrong? i cried over the future i had planned for us slipping through my fingers.

i sat there for a few minutes before a woman came up to me.

she had a waitress' uniform on. she looked familiar. probably the hostess from the front door.

she asked me if i was okay. i nodded and wiped away the mascara that had begun to stain my cheeks.

she asked me if i wanted anything. i shrugged. she told me she knew just what i needed and walked off.

i cried some more and then the waitress came back. she placed a sundae in front of me. she called it the heartbreak special.

i chuckled softly as she walked away.

i ate it and stared at the wall. my mind was reeling. i didn't know what to think, what to say. i didn't even have any tears left.

soon, i felt a tap on my shoulder. the waitress was standing beside me. she asked me when i was planning on going home.

i shrugged.

she asked me if it was soon, because the cook wanted to go home.

i told her i had only been there for a minutes. she told me i had been there for a few hours.

my breath stuttered in my lungs and i rose, placing a $10 bill in her hands. she told me i could come back any time. she told she'd whip something right up for me whenever i wanted.

i thanked her and left, my heart feeling like it had been ripped in two.

----

i sat in the corner of the diner again, like  had everyday for the past three weeks.

the little booth was a form of both comfort and pain. it was like a drug -- i just kept coming back to that stupid seat like it was a drug.

the waitress, who i had learned was named betty, continued to bring me little snacks. it wasn't sundaes everyday (sometimes she would bring something a smidge healthier).

everyday i waited. i waited for peter to come back. i waited for him to barge in with his new girlfriend. i waited for him to call me. i waited for him to burst through the door and get on his hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness.

but he never did.

i just stayed there. the wait staff, my parents, my friends all expected me to find some perspective, but i just sat and stared.

----

i finished my math homework, tucking the notebook into my backpack.

"hey hun," betty said, smiling down at me. "my shift is almost over. wanna go somewhere with me?"

i shake my head. "writing assignment," i say, pulling out the notebook.

"what's the assignment?" she asks.

"writing a poem. at least two stanzas," i say.

she nods. "got any ideas?" she asks.

i shrug. "i was thinking about writing one about this diner. i don't know," i say.

betty smiles at me, one of her warm smiles that makes me forget why i'm in this little corner again. "that's a good idea, y/n. you should go for it."

"thanks, betty," i say.

i spin my pencil around in my fingers. i start scribbling down words, trying to figure out what i want to say.

----

an hour later, i finally have a poem.

help, i'm still at the restaurant still sitting in the corner i haunt cross-legged in the dim light they say, "what a sad sight"

i stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair i'm sure that you got someone out there love and dancing, but i'm unaware 'cause i'm right where

i cause no harm, mind my business if our love died young, i can't bear witness and it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong

i'm right where you left me

i close my notebook and slip it in my backpack. i leave a tip on the table and walk out the diner.

i'm right where you left me, peter. come back to me.

----

it had been over a year since peter left me in the diner. i still sat in my corner everyday.

he never came back.

i'd stop perking up when the bell on the door rang.

i stopped asking betty if she'd seen a tall, lanky brunette with a skateboard come in.

but i never stopped sitting at the booth.

one day, i was reading a book, my legs folded underneath. it was like every other day.

the familiar bell above the door rang, and i continued to read.

soon, i heard the familiar shuffling of betty's shoes.

"uhh... hun?" she says.

without looking up, i say, "yes?"

"someone just walked in."

i looked up.

it was impossible. it was peter.

he looked 10 years older, his face aged with grief. despite the sadness permanently settled into his features, i could still feel the boy-ish presence of peter.

i called his name out.

"peter?"

he turned towards me, his face contorting into some strange emotion that was a mix between confusion, relief, and fear.

"y/n?"

i couldn't help myself.

i ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. he hugged me back.

"what are you doing here?" i ask him, my arms still around him.

"what are you doing here?" he asks.

i pull away, smiling at him. "you first."

he shrugs. "i don't know. this place is comforting. i needed comfort," he says.

i smile softly at him.

"what happened? if you don't mind me asking," i say, sitting back down in my spot.

he sits across from, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "just a... jumble of things."

i nod.

"so, why are you here?" he asks.

"i never left," i say. "ever since we... you know... i just kept coming back. i don't know why."

"oh god. i really messed up, didn't i?" he mumbled to himself.

i chuckle to myself. "it's fine, really."

"no, it's not," he says. "i pulled away from you because i was scared but i messed up."

"what do you mean?" i ask.

in an instant, some string shoots out his wrist towards the salt shaker. it attaches to the shaker and springs into his hand.

"what the hell..."

it finally clicks.

"you're spiderman?!" i whisper-yell at him, my eyes wide.

he nods, placing the salt shaker down. "i didn't want you to get hurt," peter says. "i was stupid. i'm sorry."

"it's okay, peter. i get it, but... i wish you had just told me."

he puts on a bittersweet smile. "i wish i did, too."

i smile. "then let's start over," i say. "let's put all that bad shit behind us and start again."

he chuckles. "it's not that easy," he says.

"yes it is," i say. i hold out my hand for her to take. "hi. my name is y/n."

peter just chuckles and shakes my hand. "my name is peter parker."

"well, it's nice to know you, peter parker." i let go of peter's hand and turn to the bar where many of the waitresses are gathered and whispering to each other. (no doubt about how someone was finally sitting with me.)

"betty!" i call over to the waitress. she smiles over at me.

"yeah, hun?" she calls.

"can you bring us something?" i ask.

"one heartbreak- uh... i'll bring something right over!" she yells.

i feel my cheeks flush.

"heartbreak?" peter asks.

i shake my head, giggling to myself a bit. "it's a joke she likes to make."

peter laughs along with me.

after a few minutes, betty drops off a sundae in front of the two of us. "bon appetit, lovebirds," she says.

peter and i both flush red as we take our spoons and dig in.

peter flashes me one of his goofy smiles, and i can't help but share in it.

i was right where you left me.

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