Who youâre writing about is only slightly what I base my interest on. It helps that I know the people in which youâre describing, so I have an emotional attachement while reading. But it doesnât only have to be them. If you changed to making fics on other peopleâlike writing OCâs or a whole new fandom in a whole new categoryâIâll still definitely read them because I enjoy your writing and wish to see how you develop through it. â€ïž
thanks, iâm still trying to figure out where i want to go with this moving forward and this really helped đ
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Helloooo, itâs great to hear from you again! So sorry I havenât said anything in a while, I feel bad :(
How was the play? I hope everything went swell and that life is treating you well! (A nice little ring to that rhyme, haha) Iâve missed your writing, but so far Iâve survived reading your old fics. No pressure whatsoever in starting up again, but just remember that I will always be here if ever you do make a comeback!
You are the best of the best, you know that? â€ïž
why are you literally the sweetest?? sometimes i re-read my own work from the past too. thereâs some gems in there! I donât think I would say iâm the best, but itâs so sweet of you to sayđ
i also wanted to ask you, do you read my fics for the people itâs about? like if i were writing about someone totally different would you still read it?
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perhaps iâll make a comeback đ€
our shows closed so iâm free! i have a job and finals coming up so not like crazy but perchance, also check out my new blog for other sickfics, new stuff is probably coming soon
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guys, i know i said i would try to post again, but honestly i donât think this is for me anymore. i donât want to quit officially so donât be totally shocked if i drop a random fic out of the blue months from now. but iâm just incredibly busy. with theater and school and work i donât have time for writing. not to mention iâve been really into reading even more so then before, and i give it most of my free time now. iâm kinda exiting my huge kpop stan phase and entering a new chapter of my life. i hope you guys will understand.
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Writing just in itself can help up your motivation, so I think itâs a good idea if you wanted to create another blog. Itâll help you get back into the flow of things. As long as it wonât overwhelm you, Iâm totally interested in some Percy Jackson fics! â€ïž
guys, i did it đ€ donât worry, iâll still post over here as well and fill all your requests on both.
www.tumblr.com/sillysickfics192
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Hey
I rewatched skzlog where han has a stomache so It give me some sick fick idea .
Did you have time to make one ?
I actually already have a request for this one from đ, so now that thereâs two iâll be sure to write it.
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i think my problem right now is iâm lacking motivation to write specifically for k-pop. would you guys want me to drop fics w other fandoms? perhaps a separate blog for non-kpop related fics??
i was thinking maybe percy jackson fics, or possibly ocs???? i donât know. what do yâall think??
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i feel like iâm starving you guys đ„Č
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sorry guys but iâve just not been in a writing mood AT ALL recently. iâve had so much school and theater stuff, not to mention work, and when iâm and not doing homework iâve been on my reading grind!! iâm already on my fourth book this year
sorry about the new years fics that i never finished. do yâall still want those??
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does anyway actually send me messages? like not in my inbox but like dms?? cause it says i have 14 notifications there but they donât show so if youâve messaged me sorry lmao
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Helloooo! Iâm here to check in again! Howâve you been? Heard itâs gotten pretty cold down there in Texas :0 Itâs gotten chilly up here, too, but hasnât snowed nearly as much as usual :(
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Itâs pretty cold, thereâs a boba place near where i live that i was meeting some friends at, and usually i would walk but i got like 10 feet out and said nope and turned around to drive there. but tbh itâs probably a lot colder wherever you are, (Canada right?), we just freak out when it gets below freezing here, classes got canceled because of a centimeter powder snow that lasted for all of three hours the day before it was canceled. we totally should have had class, but hey, iâm not complaining!
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sorry that the new year fics still havenât all been finished yet, iâm trying to get back on the school grind. so hereâs a quick WIP list, and whatâs to come
currently working on
bangchan food poisoning (new year)
to be written
kai sick (new years)
stomach flu seungmin
i.n. concussion
han carsick stayweek
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guys i swear there was a link here whereâd it go đ
okay but this is giving me ideasâŠ
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i think i have one request, what about a sick jisung with the flu who has to miss the new year's eve party almost everyone is attending except for minho who chose to stay and welcome the new year with him even if it's just in his bed with tissues and maybe a bucket by his side, watching some kind of romcom until the fireworks light up the sky
(Set in the old dorms)
âYou guys can go without me. Really, Iâll be okay here. Itâs just a little cold anyway. Iâll probably just sleep the night away, you donât have to waste your new year on me.â
âOkay, if youâre sure. But make sure you take you take you medicine and drink lots of water. The flu is no joke.â Chan said. âOkay?â
âOkay.â Jisung nodded.
âPromise?âÂ
âI promise.â he said, hooking pinkies with Chan, before ducking into his elbow to let out a harsh cough.Â
âYou guys have fun without me, alright?â Jisung said, parting ways with Chan.Â
Jisung flopped onto his bed. He stayed there peacefully, but that peace didnât last long, as he felt bile rising in his throat. Since the rest of his members were distracted getting ready to go, he slipped off to the bathroom, hoping to be able to be sick alone. He fell in front of the toilet, barely having time to open the lid before letting out a wet belch, a fountain of the little heâs eaten today spewing out painfully. The acidity burned his already sore throat. Tears spilled down his face, mixing with the remnants of vomit splashed on his face.
When he finally got a break, he leaned back against the wall, hearing a knock on the door.
Shit, heâs been caught.  He really didnât want any of his members with him right now. He can handle his own.
âHannie, can I come in?â Minho. Jisung has a soft spot for Minho. Maybe he can let him in. Maybe it wouldnât be so bad to have Minho take care of him.
He scooted himself to the door, quickly reaching up to unlock it. He scurried back to the toilet, feeling the second wave of vomit on its way up. Minho opened the door just as Jisung lost whatever was left in his stomach.
He cringed in sympathy, dropping to his knees and rubbing jisungâs sweaty back who instantly leaned into his touch.Â
It didnât take long before he had run out of stomach contents to bring up and was left dry heaving over the tainted water, occasionally coughing.
âHannie I think youâre empty.â Minho stood, grabbing one of the little paper cups by the sink usually used to wash their mouths with water after brushing their teeth and filling it with water. He handed it to jisung who swirled the water around in his mouth before spitting it out, hoping to get rid of the foul taste left in his mouth. Minho took the cup and refilled it, passing it back to Jisung.Â
âDrink it this time.â
Jisung complied of course.
âIâm going to stay back with you.â
âNooo.â Jisung whined, laying his face on the toilet seat, almost blending in with the porcelain with how white his face was. In truth, Jisung wanted Minho to stay back. But he would never admit that.
âOkay Ji. Couch or bed?â
âCouch.â
He helped Jisung to get comfy on the couch, setting him up with a bucket and a box of tissues. Once he was all situated, Minho went to inform Chan that he was going to stay back, who was relieved that Jisung wouldnât be alone all night while sick. He waved the rest of the group goodbye before voyaging back to the living room, the quiet hun of hans snores, who had fallen asleep sitting up. Minho sat down carefully onto the couch as to not wake the sleepy quokka. Jisung leaned into Minhoâs warmth, feeling chilly from his fever. Minho cozied up under the blanket with him, placing his hand on Hanâs forehead lightly, unsurprised at how warm he felt. Jisung rested his head against Minhoâs shoulder.Â
The next time the pair woke up was just about midnight, just in time to see the fire works. The colors bursted in the sky beautifully. Luckily, theyâre dorms are far away that itâs not crazy loud and the just get to enjoy the colorful show.Â
Although it was pretty, Han felt his stomach stirring. He urgently grabbed the bucket off the floor and put it between his legs, quickly drawing Minhoâs attention from the fireworks display. He felt his hands combing through his hair, the sensation immediately relaxing him. The gagging was painful, his stomach had nothing left to give, it was turning inside out to try and find something to send up. Somehow, this was ten times worse than really throwing up. When his stomach did manage to bring something, it burned through his whole body, mostly containing bile and the little water he had drunk earlier.Â
When he was finished, he practically collapsed back into the couch, strings of saliva still hanging from his chin. Almost immediately breaking out in a coughing fit. Minho grabbed a tissue and started to clean him up.
ââWent out my nose. :(â
âHere, blow.â Minho held the tissue to Hanâs nose, who (all though he found it kinda awkward and gross to do so) did as commanded and blew. Minho didnât seem to find it awkward at all.Â
Once they had settled back down, Minho carried Jisung (who was only about half asleep and probably could have walked himself, but wanted to be carried, like a child.) bridal style back to bed. He went to exit the room to his own bed for the night but was stopped by a shrill sickly voice.
âCan you stay?â
Minho smirked, âOh so youâre awake now.â
âShhh, just come cuddle with me.â
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Can I make a New Yearâs request? Maybe something like Beomgyu getting sick with a fever right before New Yearâs even though they had plans but they hyungs agree to home to take care of him so heâs not alone
(because i am not korean, i cannot accurately describe their new years traditions. so for the sake of the fic and the other new years fics to come, they will celebrate with american traditions.)
December 31,  aka New Yearâs eve. A day filled with celebrations and champagne. But this year, it will be celebrated with sleep and tylenol, because Beomgyu is running a fever. Heâs sure of it. From the moment he woke up to turn down the temperature on the thermostat to find it was already at 70 degrees, he knew he was sick. Bummer. And on New Yearâs Eve? How lame. He contemplated telling his members. On the one hand, they donât have work anyway. But also, the group had been looking forward to attending the companyâs New Yearâs eve party. He decided they didnât have to know. Besides, his fever is probably not even that high. If he can ignore the chills, hot flashes, fatigue, sweat dripping down his forehead and aches through his whole body, heâll be fine. No biggy.
He popped a slice of toast into the toaster. He debated just going back to bed, but he didnât want to be suspicious. Heâs usually the early riser of the group, and now that the rest of the members are stumbling into the kitchen, itâs too late to go back.Â
Taehyun took one look at Beomgyu, and knew he was sick. The paleness of his face streaked with hot pink cheeks made it oh so apparent the he had quite a fever.Â
âSoobin, can you come here?â He hollered through the halls. Soobin, still rubbing sleep from his eyes followed the voice to the kitchen, stopping in the doorframe, âWhat is it-â,
âShit Gyu, are you sick?âhe interrupted himself upon the sight of his obviously sick dongsaeng.
âI- Uh..wellâŠâ he murmured, shocked that his members had been able to tell so easily. He felt a strong hand pressing on his forehead.
âOh my god Beomgyu, youâre on fire! Not that Iâm surprised, you look like you just ran a marathon!â Soobin exclaimed as he removed his hand which was now ever so slightly moist with forehead sweat. He turned to grab the thermometer only for Taehyun to shove it into his hands having already grabbed it. He poked it into Beongyuâs ears, and waited for the beep.Â
Soobinâs eyes widened when the beep finally came, the thermometer read 102.9 degrees.  âYup, thatâs definitely a fever. Go back to bed, Iâll bring in some water and some medicine.âÂ
Beomgyu didnât hesitate to get back under the warmth of his comforter.
By now, Yeonjun and Huening Kai had woken up too, and filled in on the situation. Meanwhile, Beomgyu was sound asleep in his bed room. After hours of him sleeping, Yeonjun went in to check on him. Upon entering the room, he was hit by the unmistakable stench of sweat. He tried not to let it show on his face as he tried not to breathe through his nose.Â
âGyu, can you wake up for just a minute so I can take your temperature again?â
Beomgyu made a noise of approval, and without opening his eyes even a crack, he turned over to let Yeonjun insert the thermometer. When the beep came this time, it was found that his temperature had only climbed to 103.3. âOh god Beomgyu, if this gets any higher it could be dangerous. And it doesnât seem like the medicine is working much.â
Beomgyu groaned, still refusing to peel open his eye lids. Yeonjun left the room, and Beomgyu hoped that he would stop pestering him about it, but returned moments later with a wet washcloth. He felt the cold relief on hushed forehead. The cool didnât last that long as the heat radiating of his face easily warmed the washcloth.Â
âOkay. Iâm gonna come back in to check again in an hour alright?â
Beomgyu was practically asleep already before Yeonjun even finished his sentence.
When Yeonjun came back, he felt bad waking the sleeping boy once again, especially when he looked so adorable when sleeping. He tried to wiggle the thermometer into the boys ears without waking him, barely making it in. In the process, he was disgusted when he felt how the sheets were almost completely soaked in sweat. The thermometer beeped and read 103.7. Yeonjun was flabbergasted at the feverâs ability to continue to grow.
âBeomgyu? Do you think you can take a cool bath or something? Your fever is still rising and we have to get it down.â
He said to the still half asleep Beomgyu.
âBut Iâm already so cold..â He whined.
âThe thermometer says other wise. Sorry. Unless you have a better idea? And while youâre in there Iâll wash your sheets, theyâre getting kindaâŠ.gross.â
Beomgyu sighed, finally sitting up in his bed. His body ached, longing to lay back down, but he knew it was for the best. He glanced at the clock next tom him on his bed side table, reading the time. âShouldnât you be getting ready for the party??â
âOh- nah. I donât think weâre going.â
âIs it because of me? I donât want to ruin New Yearâsâ Yeonjun could see Beomgyuâs expression become ridden with guilt.
âMaybe a little. But itâs okay really. Itâs the same party every year anyway, nothing we havenât seen before.â
âAre you sure? You guys can go, I can hold my own.â
âNot like this you canât. Your fever is crazy. Besides, it will be nice spending New Years in a more relaxed fashion this year.â
Beomgyu accepted that his members would stay to take care of him, and stood to head off to take his bath. He immediately had to sit back down as dizziness washed over him. Yeonjun looked at him with a great deal of concern.
âJust.. dizzy.â
Yeonjun held his hand to hoist him back up and helped him off to the bathroom. Once we was settled in the bath for a bit, Yeonjun went off to throw Beomgyuâs bedding into the wash.Â
By the time Beomgyu was done in the bath, the sheets were only just switching to the dryer.
âHow bout you bring your pillow and grab one of those christmas blankets and lay on the couch for a bit, while your bedding is in the dryer atleast.â
Beomgyu didnât care wear he was sleeping as long as he was sleeping. He wrapped himself in a blanket and hobbled to the couch. Kai was already sitting there, scrolling on instagram. He looked up and smiled at the boy burrito in front of him, scooting over to make a place for him. He gratefully layed down across the cushions, his feet hanging off the edge ever so slightly. Kai scooted Beomgyuâs head into his lap and ran his fingers through his wet hair. They stayed like that for the next couple of hours, waiting to bring in the new year. The rest of the group started to file into the room as the clock ticked closer to midnight. They didnât have any champagne laying around so they poured some ginger ale, close enough. They tried to stay as quiet as they could as to not wake the sleeping Beomgyu beside them.
âten⊠nineâŠ. eightâŠ. sevenâŠ.âThey whispered, âsixâŠ. fiveâŠ. fourâŠ. threeâŠ. twoâŠ. one.â
âHAPPY NEW YEARS!!â they said, maybe a bit too loudly.
âShhhh!â Soobin hissed.
They go quiet. But itâs still not silent, as fireworks have started to burst outside the window. Beomgyu started to stir, his hands instinctively moving to his ears. Kai, being the closest person to Beomgyu, noticed tears rolling down his face, probably the fever messing with his emotions.
âGuy, whatâs the matter?â
âThe fireworks hurt my head.â
âAw, Iâm sorry. Iâm sure theyâll be over soon?â he tried. But it was not helpful to calm the crying boy.
Taehyun shot up from his seat, dashing to his room, returning with his soundproof headphones in hand. He swiftly maneuvered them over Beomgyuâs ears.
âBetter?â
No response.
âGuess they must be working.âYeonjun giggled.
âWell, thatâs one way to start off the new year.â Taehyun teased.
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hi there! not to pressure or anything but maybe do you know when will be out the fics for new year? I'm looking forward to them!
iâm so so sorry itâs taken so long. iâm gonna try and drop them very soon. if i take any longer, iâll have to make it just a random unspecified party or smth đđ but i think iâll get them out on time?
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okay but this is giving me ideasâŠ
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