Inanimate Insanity/bfb oneshots! (old)

Cramps (Eraser x Pen)

You can pry transgender Eraser from my cold, dead hands

Eraser groaned as he clenched his stomach, holding in the urge to throw up. He tried to pick himself up and get to the toilet, but every movement was met with sharp, stabbing pain. He opted for crawling to the trashcan across the room. He heaved once, twice, then a third time. It hurt so fucking much. His grip on the sides of the trashcan was so tight that his knuckles were turning white. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he threw up. He coughed and gagged over the rotting food and empty fast food cups until his body was empty. He lazily wiped his mouth with his sleeve and lay down next to the now horrid-smelling trashcan.

He bit back a wail of pain as his abdomen began to burn. His entire body heated up, and it felt like he was burning alive. Eraser curled even deeper into himself, a soft whimper escaping his shaking lips as he lay on the floor in fetal position. Silent tears dripped from his cheeks and onto the carpet. The door opened, and he could hear his boyfriend, Pen, gasp.

Pen crouched down next to his boyfriend and rubbed his side in an attempt to comfort him. "Honey, are you alright?" Eraser sniffled in response, shaking his head no. "Do you want me to pick you up and get you back in bed?" Eraser nodded yes. Pen wiped his tears with his pale, slender fingers before picking him up and gently putting him down on his bed. "Do you want water? Food? Advil?" "Y- yeah. Advil, and water. And a heating pad. Please," Eraser whispered, feeling too weak to speak at normal volume. Pen walked out, coming back with water, two gel capsules, and a heating pad after a few minutes. "Thank you so much, I love you," Eraser whispered again. Pen kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "No problem, hon."

With a shaky hand, Eraser took the water and pills. He slowly sat up, opening his water, and popping the pills in his mouth, quickly washing them down. He shivered. Eraser never enjoyed the sensation of the lumps going down his throat. Pen then handed him his heating pad that he kept for this occasion. It was already plugged into the wall and heated up. Eraser held it to his stomach, and relief washed over him. Tears began to well in his eyes. Eraser quickly wiped them with the sleeve of his hoodie. "Sorry, I- I get so emotional when I'm-" "No, no, it's okay! I understand. I love you," Pen cut Eraser off, smiling softly at him. Eraser lay his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, happily sighing. "I love you." I love you, too."