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kira-the-whump-enthusiast · 2 years

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A Really, Really, Really Sharp Knife - Diamonds to Dust Ch3

Synopsis: Take some proper Storm whump- they’re on the run with a knife in their abdomen :)

Content: Villain whump, stabbing, pursuit, anxious caretaker

Taglist: @whump-queen @ghostsinthecloset

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Storm practically falls against the brick wall of the alleyway, taking ragged, heavy breaths. They clutch at the dagger skewered in their torso and try not to give in to the overwhelming nausea. Everything hurts; it feels like they’re drowning in pain, and they’re so tempted to give up and collapse to the ground.

But they can’t, not now, not when they’re being pursued. Storm isn’t completely sure they can still move very much, but they have to. The alternative is getting caught by the hero who knifed them in the first place. They’ve already been here too long anyways. Droplets of red are scattered on the ground, forming a trail leading right to them. If they linger, they risk letting their pursuer catch up to them.

So Storm forces themself to stagger away from the alleyway. Running is utterly beyond them now. They stumble down a quiet street lined with townhouses. Most of them seem empty.

Storm starts to feel dizzy, and they’re not sure if it’s from the blood loss or if it’s from the panic. They don't know where to go, they barely recognize this neighborhood, and their home is so far away from here.

If they could just get to a landline or a payphone—they could call Xavier for help. Except, there’s nothing of the sort on this street.

Their head is pounding, and they want to scream. I’m going to die here, aren’t I? If that hero doesn’t kill me, then losing all this blood definitely will.

They can’t. They can’t die like this, not to a stupid hero, and not because of a stupid bank robbery.

Still holding onto hopes of getting away, Storm takes a few shaky steps forward. Then they notice something and abruptly stop.

It’s the house they’re standing in front of. They recognize it. One of their classmates lives here, Zuri Msuya. They’d stopped by a couple of times a while ago, to work on a project with her.

Storm hasn’t talked to her much since, but this is their last hope. They stuff their mask in the pocket of their shorts, lower their hood, and make their way up her front steps with excruciating effort.

They knock on the door as hard as they can. Storm feels close to collapsing, but they try to stand on their own anyways.

After a few moments that seem like an agonizing eternity, the door opens, and Zuri is standing in the doorway. She’s home, thank the stars for that. Her face is a picture of plain shock, and she opens her mouth, but no words come out.

Storm wants to offer some sort of explanation or greeting, but they feel so disoriented. They sway on their feet, and their legs give out under them. They almost fall to the ground, but Zuri catches them at the last moment. She holds them steady in her arms.

She shakes her head in disbelief. “Oh my—oh my god…” she stutters out in horror. “What the hell happened to you?”

Storm tries to say something, but their throat is too dry and they can’t muster up the energy to speak.

“I’ll call an—I’ll call an ambulance right away. You need to get to the hospital right now,” Zuri tells them with a shaky voice.

Their eyes widen and their heart skips a beat. That makes Storm terrified. There's no doubt that the heroes have notified the hospitals about a villain with their description. If they walk inside an emergency room, they’ll definitely be arrested.

“D-d-don’t…” they manage to stammer out. “D-don't, please… I just need…” They stop to catch their breath, already too strained by just saying a few words. “I need to use your phone…”

They pray to no god in particular that Zuri will let them.

She bites her lip and tersely replies, “Okay,” and starts to lower them onto the front step.

“W-wait, please, please take me inside…” Storm pleads desperately. They’re so scared that the hero hunting them down will dart down the street at any moment.

Zuri doesn’t seem sure if that’s a good idea at first, but she switches gears and gingerly carries them inside.

Her house is small and cluttered, so she’s forced to lay them on the wooden floor. She quickly grabs a pillow for Storm’s head with an apologetic look on her face. Zuri looks like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t know what. After a few moments of worriedly scanning over Storm’s injuries, she gets up and walks into another room.

She returns with a cordless phone in her hand, which she passes over to Storm. They mouth a thank you.

“I’ll—I’m going—I’m going to get some bandages for you,” Zuri proclaims. She leaves the room again, but she looks nervous about doing so.

While she’s gone, Storm goes to dial Xavier’s number with shaking hands. It takes them a couple of tries to enter it right, and they frown in slight frustration.

Xavier picks up after just a few rings.

“Storm?” They’re aware that they’re the only one with this number, so Storm isn’t surprised that Xavier knows it’s them.

“Yeah, it’s me...”

“My god, where are you? Are you okay? You’ve been the focus of the afternoon news, all they’re talking about is how you’re at large! Don’t tell me you got caught.” Xavier is talking a mile a minute, but he pauses just long enough for Storm to say something.

“I’m fine… okay, well, I guess—I guess I’m not actually fine. But no one’s arrested me or—or anything… I’m at the house of someone I know…” they mutter into the speaker. “Here, lemme give you the address… can you get someone to… to pick me up?”

They recite it to Xavier, and he responds, “I’m sending Claire to pick you up right now. In the meantime, I’ll sort this whole thing out. Stay there, got it?”

“Mhm…”

“I need to go now, but call me if you get into any trouble, okay?”

“As always,” Storm mutters.

“...I love you, you know that?”

“Hehe… of course I do.” Storm can’t help but smile.

“Good, good.” Storm hears a hint of relief in Xavier’s voice. “Alright, bye for now.” Then Xavier hangs up, and the call ends.

Storm lays the phone on the floor at about the same time that Zuri walks in with a first aid kit in her hands. She sits next to them and hastily opens the kit.

“I can’t—I can’t just let you die of blood loss or something.” The words tumble out of her mouth as she prepares some bandages, “So here—lemme get you patched up.”

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AN: This is actually the first third chapter I’ve ever finished! I’m officially making this into a series now :D

It’s gonna be called Diamonds to Dust! The chapters will be however long I feel like making them, and they aren’t always gonna be released in chronological order.

#whump #whump writing #villain whump #stabbing #anxious caretaker #oc storm #oc zuri #my writing #diamonds to dust series #btw the technology level in this series is gonna be like 90s tech #despite me not knowing that much about 90s tech #not me making vaguely poetic titles for the first two chapters #and then just stealing a lyric from knife fight for this chapter title #but hey it fits storm did get into a knife fight and the knife is really really really sharp

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justbreakonme · 1 year

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Most people find listening to the sound of falling rain relaxing.

Most people.

Not him.

He had spent too many nights huddled under awnings and tucked under bridges, unable to avoid the water that soaked him and what little he had to the skin.

Wet shoes and socks meant being barefoot, too numb with cold to notice he was stepping on broken beer bottles along the road. Wet clothes meant that he had only hours to find somewhere, anywhere to get warm or dry before he would get sick, really sick.

He wasn’t there, anymore.

He was safe.

He was home.

But that didn’t mean the sound of falling rain didn’t fill him with a bone deep sense of dread.

She didn’t understand exactly; she knew she’d been lucky enough to never associate the sound of rain with anything other than staying indoors. But she understood enough.

Warm blankets and dry socks found their way into his lap while the whistle of the kettle drowned out at least a little of the noise.

She’d close the curtains and put a movie on, loud enough that he could almost forget until the next crack of thunder would make him jump.

He didn’t hide under storefront umbrellas or overpasses anymore, but he did tuck himself further under her arm, as if out of habit, even now.

They both silently hoped that one day, the rain would be just rain. But until then, they’d wait out the storm together, in dry socks.

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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Someone did this to an obey me ask…

NPCS tripping and landing face first in PCS cleavage? (PC doesn’t even have to be female, since male PCS can have breasts in game!)

(When requests are open x)

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Requests aren't probably gonna b open for a while but....I really liked this and it's been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages

Alex

Red-faced, nearly knocks you down pushing away from you. At higher dominance, they're more likely to laugh it off. At lower dominance, they scuttle away, unable to look you in the eyes for the rest of the day.

Anxious Guard

Freezes before jumping away from you. Tries to admonish you as if it's your fault, but can't stop stammering.

Avery

A bit flustered from tripping at all. Avery prides themself on being calm and in control. Probably won't acknowledge it. Don't bring it up.

Bailey

Bitter from having tripped in front of you and mostly doesn't acknowledge it. Mutters something about you putting your tits to good use to make their money.

Briar

Also doesn't like the fact that you've witnessed them trip, but laughs at having ended up face-first in your breasts. Gives one of them a playful squeeze and tells you to wear something tight on stage.

Darryl

A mess. Apologizing, asking if they hurt you. Face pink and stuttering. Cannot look you in the eyes.

Eden

Another one who gets flustered by you seeing them trip at all, let alone into your cleavage. Also, this fucker it big. You are on the ground, their face in your chest. They are taking advantage and acting like this was their plan all along.

Harper

Pink faced. Badly suppressed stutter. Insists on giving you an examination to make sure they didn't hurt you. Proceeds to grope your tits for half an hour.

Kylar

Death by tits. Feels like they've died and gone to heaven. Just stays like that for as long as they can before they realize they might have hurt you and starts asking if you're okay.

Relaxed Guard

Also a bit flustered for having tripped in front of you but laughs it off, groping one of your breasts as they go.

Robin

Starts apologizing immediately, hands fluttering over you as they try to see if they hurt you but not wanting to cause you any discomfort. Higher confidence Robin will ask if it's okay if they "kiss it better."

Scarred Inmate

Plays it off by pinning you down and groping you. They didn't trip, they just wanted their bitch under them and this was the quickest way to do that.

Sydney

Pure Sydney is blushing. Blushing so hard. Unable to move. Stammering mumbled apologies. Corrupt Sydney is just as red but gives your sternum a kiss before moving away from you.

Veteran Guard

Also a fucker who probably knocked you to the ground when they tripped into you. Grumbles at you to watch where you going before giving one of your tits a harsh squeeze before climbing off you.

Whitney

Flustered as hell that they tripped and takes it out on you. Grabs your tits and makes some crude comments. Likely to pull at your top so they can bite your chest. Probably will bite hard enough to make you bleed.

Wren

Trys to play it off, laughing even though their face is a bit pink. Playfully bites one of your tits through your top.

#alex the farmhand #anxious guard #avery the businessperson #bailey the caretaker #briar the brothel owner #darryl the club owner #eden the hunter #harper the doctor #kylar the loner #relaxed guard #robin the orphan #scarred inmate #sydney the faithful #veteran guard #whitney the bully #wren the smuggler

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pixelatedraindrops · 8 months

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Okay lemme be real with you all.

I LOVE it when someone touches someone else's cheek to check their temperature. Sooo good and sooo tender 💕 One of my top favorite prompts when it comes to an illness scene.🌡️

So I had to make a quick edit of this. Poor Yuma tries too hard...😞 At least there's a sensible adult in the room to tell him so. (and even his death god partner thinks he's pushing it)

A scenario of Yuma about to leave the agency, but Yakou KNOWS something's wrong. The trainee looks tired, he’s panting a little, and his face is tinted red. So he stops him, walks up to him, and puts his hand to his cheek to check.

And turns out, he was spot on.

Yuma tries to deny it, but Yakou ain’t havin’ it.

Then he IMMIEDATELY puts him to rest. Practically pushing him onto the couch (it only takes one hand like what is yuma gonna do lol)

I like to believe Yakou’s like a worried mother hen for his agency's staff. Panicking as a first-time caretaker in years. ESPECIALLY with Yuma since he's very likely the frailest of the bunch. (he's a father now :3)

Shinigami tries to help in her own way too

Yay for duo caretaking >w<💕💊

(...yes I know its the SAME freaking couch edit template here I'm sorry, ITS ALL I HAVE OKAY? LEAVE ME ALONE X’D)

#master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #yakou furio #yakou fathero #shinigami rain code #rain code #whumpcode #here’s an edit where Yuma is being a bit more stubborn #I feel like he’d feel too responsible as a detective to take any rest and to not disappoint anyone #but nah yakou fathero ain’t having that shit #not when you look that terrible #illness #fever whump #whump edit #illness whump #sicknario #sickness #my edits #caretaking #pixeledits #caretaker #illness prompt #hurt/comfort #I KNOW I SAID I WOULDN’T MAKE ANYMORE EDITS FOR A WHILE BUT-#I could be making written drabbles of these scenarios in my head #but instead I do this lol #yakou taking more responsibility for his agency's well being since he failed to do so for his wife #he would 100% do this they are his responsibility now #being an anxious mess for this smol boy who keeps pushing himself

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nametakensff · 11 months

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In case anyone might be interested, I thought this scene of skinny, baby-faced JQ being concerned for his ill wife in H/owards E/nd was very nice

#no snz just some caretaking #he literally only plays tragic miserable anxious characters in everything i've seen him in #i'm glad he got to be crazy as e/ddie before the angst kicked in at least #not that i'm complaining #oh also fuck this series and the novel #it is NOT fun and this is not a happy relationship #nttalks #video

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flowersarefreetherapy · 2 years

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Hold On: We’ll Make It Another Night

CW: Angst, healthy communication (for once), fear of being abandoned, light fluff

“H-how do you do it?” Star asks.

He sits at the kitchen table, watching Robin make a batch of coffee. Thad had left for work, kissing his partner on his way out. Star had watched with a growing pit in his stomach.

“Do what?” Robin asks.

“Make it, it work. How, how do you make it, it, it work?”

Robin sets down the coffee and meets his gaze. Star holds it for only a few seconds before dropping his gaze to his cup of juice. It’s sharp on his tongue, tangy and fresh and reminds him of sitting at a different counter, watching Daniel make breakfast and pretending for as long as he can that they’re not with Theodore, but have a house of their own, like the couples he sees on TV.

And now I’ve lost all of that. I should have kept my mouth shut.

“You mean how do we make the relationship work?”

“Yes.”

Robin leans against the counter, their hair draping over one shoulder. “First off, it takes a lot of work. A lot more work than you think it’s going to. And it’s going to be hard, and it’s going to be messy-”

“I th-think I know that, that already.”

“But it’s also worth it. Take it from someone who’s been married for twelve years, it is worth every battle you fight together.”

“How are, how are- . . . we already l-lost our first, first battle, how, how-I already lost.”

“You lost because you were fighting against each other. A relationship is not you against your partner, it’s the both of you against the world.” Star opens his mouth, but Robin holds up a hand. “I know, you think you’ve already messed it up, but you haven’t.”

“I h-have!” Star sinks down till he can rest his chin on his folded arms. “He, he, he hasn’t even c-called me! I’ve lost, lost, lost him! I’ve lost h-him!”

“You have to give him some time, Star. You’re both trying to work through-”

“It’s been a, a w-week! A week! He has, hasn’t called, texted, nothing! He hates, hates, hates me!”

“I don’t think Daniel hates you,” Robin says softly. “But I do think you both need the space, at least for now. There is a lot you have to work through and perhaps it is better to have this time to do so.”

Star presses his hand to his mouth to quiet his sobs. Robin sounds comforting, but they don’t know. They can’t understand this pain of not being with their bonded, of not knowing where Daniel is, of not being able to see or hear or touch the one person in the world he knows better than anyone. There is nothing but a vacant hole beside him, one Star feels with his entire being.

“Oh, kiddo,” Robin whispers. They come around the counter and hold out their arms in silent invitation. Star doesn’t hesitate before leaning into the hug. “He’s going to come back. I don’t know when, but I know he loves you and I know he isn’t going to leave you.”

“But he, he, he did!”

Robin sighs. Their fingers run through Star’s hair, taking the time to comb out the tangles he hasn’t been able to do himself.

Such a mess, my starlight. Look at you, all skin and bones and you haven’t even washed your face this morning. Such a pitiful mess. Who would ever love you looking like that?

Star hiccups, burying his face in Robin’s chest. If he looks up, he knows Theodore will be standing there, arms crossed, smirk on his face. He will walk over and grab Star and punish him for how far he allowed his physical care to decline. It has been two days without a shower and his hair hasn’t been brushed and Theordore will kill him if his curls aren’t perfectly framing his face–

“-and there is much you both needed to work through.”

Robin is talking. They’re talking and Star forces himself to listen to their voice instead of Theodore’s. Because his master is dead. Daniel killed him. Daniel killed for Star, to keep him safe.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but this break is perhaps a good thing. I likely sound like a broken record, but this time will allow you both to step back and examine the situation through a different perspective than relying on the other’s opinion.”

They’re right. They’re right and Star hates that they are. Or he wants to. But when he reaches for that deep pit of anger that has been growing for months, all he finds is an empty hollow. He feels nothing. There is no emotion left other than deep, deep exhaustion.

“Robin?” He whispers.

“Hmm?”

“Can, can you stay with, um, with me?”

Robin is silent. Star twists his fingers in their blazer, ignoring the small voice telling him that he’ll make it wrinkled and worse and he’s just messing everything up like he always does. He’s stupid and wrong. Of course Robin doesn’t want to stay with him. They have a job and they have a partner and they have a life that doesn’t involve him.

“Of course.”

Star leans back, looking up at them with wide eyes. “Wh-what?”

“Of course I’ll stay with you.”

Words don’t seem enough. Star stares at Robin, waiting for the other terms, what he has to do to earn this support. They told him it doesn’t work like that, that he doesn’t have to earn his place, yet he can’t help but feel they’re going to ask for payment later when he isn’t expecting it, when he can’t pay. A trap, like it always is.

“Come on,” Robin says softly. “Do you want to sit somewhere more comfortable? We can watch a cooking show, if you want?”

Yes, he wants to. It’s been part of their nightly ritual he has easily fallen into. The soft colors, the tasty treats, the comforting accents. It’s calming, something he can watch without fear. But the offer, so soon after something he doesn’t deserve, causes him to hesitate.

They want something. What do they want? What can I offer?

There is something he can offer: himself. But he’s tried that already and Robin does not like that. Trying it again is likely to get himself in serious trouble and then Robin will leave and he’ll be left alone and he can’t be alone, he can’t!

“Star,” Robin says. They crouch, peering up at him. “Star, it is your decision. If you don’t, then we can always do something else. It was merely a suggestion if you wanted a distraction.”

“. . . yes.”

“To the distraction or-”

“Yes.”

Robin smiles. So natural, so perfect, without traces of the pain that holds Star captive. But that’s okay. Because it isn’t their partner who left them. It isn’t their partner who hurt and killed and lied. It isn’t their partner who thinks they’re worthless and not worth returning to. Their partner loves them. They have reason to smile.

He can’t help the tears. They come when he’s snuggled on the couch, a weighted blanket tucked around his shoulders, providing a heavy sensation not unlike Daniel’s arm. Robin sits next to him, a blanket wrapped around their legs. The show drones on. Someone is eliminated. They talk about how proud their wife is that they made it this far. The contestants move on. Star draws his knees to his chest, running the edge of the blanket through his fingers. The pressure helps soothe the pain, but doesn’t take it away.

Two episodes later and his head rests on Robin’s shoulder. Star curls as close to them as he can. They shift to place their arm around his shoulder and that’s when the tears come. Silently they roll down his face, marking the blanket below.

Someone on the show laughs. The clock in the kitchen ticks away. He can hear the hum of the TV. Everything is too much and not enough.

The episode finishes. Another starts. The happy music plays. Their accents are stunning. Star closes his eyes and wishes he was there. Or in a different country. Or back with the faint ghosts he once called home.

Anything to escape the pain he feels now.

Tagging: @blood-is-compulsory @darkthingshappen @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whumpinggrounds (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

#star my beloved #Robin #angst #healthy communication #light fluff #fear of abandonment #anxious whumpee #caretaker #rescued whumpee #recovering whumpee #hold on: i still need you #emotional whump

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fluffbeast7 · 1 year

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feeling sick with the most painful cramps i ever had in my life

drew this for comfort

#i dont even hate getting sick that much/#i just hate that unless i am not with a broken bone or something #i still have to do work #so imma just draw sun and moon there because they- they are caretakers right? they would care for u if you were sick right? :#am an anxious mess because there stuff to do tomorrow but i havent got anything done today #anyways #vent #ig

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flockrest · 8 months

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"Why can't I go?"

It's the wrong question to ask. Kido knows it even before Auntie Cecili sighs. He winces as she turns to him from where she's remaking one of the down beds, 'cause now he's gonna have to sit through the same sort of lecture he gets hit with every time the grownups bring him back from Hebra's mountains or Tabantha's tundras.

He's right.

"You can't go because we can't trust you not to throw yourself back out there," Auntie Cecili says, quiet and deliberate, but not gentle. Like she's reminding him of something for the hundredth time and trying to be real patient about it. "You can't keep doing this, Kido. How many times has it been?"

He doesn't know. He hasn't bothered to keep count when none of his attempts have gotten anywhere. "I just wanna go home." He fixes his gaze on the wooden beam behind her, a little over her shoulder. It's a deeper brown beneath the light of lanterns. "I promise I won't leave."

Auntie Cecili sighs again, heavier. She makes a slicing motion through the air with her wing, the one she gives Uncle Verla when she wants him to stop talking, before she returns to her bed-making. "You're staying here. You're not changing anybody's mind on this."

Kido looks down at the blanket draped over his legs, at the wingtips clenched and hidden in its folds. It stings more than all the aching in his muscles. More than it should.

"You can't keep me here," he tells her, voice barely louder than a whisper. It rushes outta him like a nasty secret, harsh and annoyed, and he almost doesn't want her to hear him.

She does, though. "I can, actually."

"No you can't."

"Yes, I can."

"Nu-uh."

"Don't push it—"

"You can't!" He lifts his head, eyes blazing. "You're not— you're not—"

"You're not leaving," she cuts in, not even glancing back at him as she moves onto the next bed, "until I say you can."

Oh, so pretty much never! Yay. "When's that?"

"Not now."

"When?"

"Kido."

He doesn't screech 'cause he knows better, knows it won't do him any favours when he's stuck here, but the sound lurches in his throat: dense and thickened with want. He sits there for a few seconds just to breathe through everything, and swallows it down with a practiced ease. He tries a different path. "I can't even go play?"

Auntie Cecili pauses. "You can," she carefully says, "but the other children aren't awake now, are they? And Fyson should be free tomorrow, I'm sure he can watch over you then."

Wh— really? Fyson's fun, but he's so old now he doesn't feel like a kid anymore, and he's not afraid to complain about exactly that sometimes when the grownups make him do stuff with Kido and the others. Besides, Kido hasn't needed any watching over in ages — not since he fledged. "M'not a hatchling."

"You aren't," she agrees, lifting a blanket to flare it out. "Keep flying headfirst into danger like one, though, and you have to prepare to be treated like you are."

That—! "That's not fair!"

"You think so?" Auntie Cecili asks in low tones. She sounds like rumbling thunder on the horizon — and that isn't fair, either. It's not fair how she can make him feel tiny with just her voice. It's not fair that he suddenly feels like the worst kid in the world for talking back. "If it keeps you here where you're supposed to be, safe and sound, then I'm sorry, Kido; you'll have to get used to us being unfair."

He falls silent.

Here? Where he's supposed to be?

The boiling beneath his feathers nearly has him tossing himself out of his roost purely on principle.

Each single time he leaves these peaks for the colder Windlines of the outside, Kido's doing what she and all the other adults aren't doing — what they should be doing. He's— it's their job, it's their responsibility as flocklings to never, ever leave anyone behind, and he's getting in trouble for doing it for them. Why's that? Why's that? If they're not gonna search for Dad for him, why do they get to say anything about it? Why do they get to stop him?

Why do they get to try to make him give up, the way they did winters ago?

"My dad's still out there," Kido whispers, wings squeezing his blanket so hard that they're quivering.

Auntie Cecili stiffens.

"He's still out there, and I'm— here. You're keeping me here."

Why? Why had they— what suddenly made it okay, all that time ago, for them to give up? To strand his dad to the ice, to let him go: drifting further and further away from Kido?

"You're keeping me here."

He was— he was a good boy about it. He's being a good boy about it, 'cause searching for his dad is lots better than what he could be doing, what he could be feeling about everything and everyone. And they won't allow him this. Why won't they allow him this? Why?

"He needs my help out there and you're just—!"

All of a sudden, there's a warmth surrounding him, wrapping him up in white-maroon wings. The bed dips at his side beneath Auntie Cecili's weight, the tang of old fabrics and crushed herbs wafting along his next breaths. His heartbeat rings in his head. When did she get so close?

She murmurs, gentle now, soft and strained like her heart's hurting too: "I'm sorry."

Kido feels it like stones dropping out the bottom of his chest into his stomach.

There it is again. Sorry. Like it's some amazing word that magically makes everything better. And maybe it does for Auntie Cecili — maybe it does for every other grownup who says it to him, who've only ever heard pretty things from Kido in response. Who've only ever gotten his encouragement, his reassurance, his permission to stop feeling so bad. It's okay. You'll find him next time. I'm not mad. You can talk about this. It's alright. You don't need to say sorry. I'm not upset.

I forgive you.

And now, here, he has to do it once more.

He—

He...

Kido lets her push his face into the crook of her shoulder. He does not lift his wings to clutch at hers. He clings to the blanket under his touch with a wobbly desperation, to the silence that tumbles over them like clumps of snow shaken loose from tree branches.

He can't. Not this time.

#* plumule / study.#( woe! another edition of kido's story be upon ye!! [puts off things i need to get to AGAIN]#sorry sdfkjdlf the kido brainrot suddenly overtook me #this is...pre-bo.tw! his first time being grounded. except it's more like house arrest to him #so obviously Issues Abound. sorry i write more about his bad days than his good days kfsdjfl #if i were writing a fic it'd be properly balanced out i swear!!#'why has nobody grounded him earlier than this ray' it's a little confusing trying to decide who gets to do the disciplining when none of #you have been assigned as primary caretakers okay ksfjdlf #ahhh.......posting oc content always makes me a little anxious...but!! SEND POST!!#kido things are the only things i may srb and this is no exception sflkfjd )#* reprise / ic.#* ic / para.#* v / songs of the yonder.#long post cw

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herrlichersonnigertag · 10 months

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oh babes the consequences of having multiple disabilities that make each other worse sure are being felt

#don’t rb #like. hmm. the consequences of my actions. who coulda thunk it #at this point im getting convinced that what i need more than anything else is to live with someone full-time who is willing to care for me #plus possibly getting actual hired support from a caretaker/helper of some kind #also not living with relative strangers for roommates with whom i feel anxious #which triggers all the other issues #but like. damn. i cannot be doing this anymore i will either cause myself harm or just generally be miserable #all the time and possibly like. stop doing my job/being a friend/being a partner well #to be clear: I’m mostly having a good day (brain-wise) today and I am in no danger and my partner helps a TON as do my friends #but the circumstances of my life could be uhhhh a lot better for me #also. really struggle with the lable of ‘disabled’ and not wanting to like… take it away from people who I perceive as ‘more disabled’??#but there’s really no other way to describe my experience than disabled and also i literally categorically have disabilities #loooong ramble in the tags congrats if you made it this far #שירו שיר חדש

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kira-the-whump-enthusiast · 2 years

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Through Thick and Thin - Diamonds to Dust Ch4

Synopsis: Zuri tries to help Storm with their stab wound—problem is, she’s never tried to do this before.

Content: Anxious/inexperienced caretaker, aftermath of stabbing, panicked first aid/medical care lol

Taglist: @whump-queen @ghostsinthecloset

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As she’s fumbling with the first aid kit, Zuri is only about half-sure she knows what she’s doing. Usually, that’s enough for her to skate by, but she has the feeling that’s not going to suffice for trying to prevent somebody from dying from a stab wound. How did this blue-haired guy even get it in the first place?

The knife is still lodged in their chest, probably just under their sternum. Zuri is pretty sure that you’re not supposed to take it out because it staunches the bleeding—but she’s also pretty sure that you’re supposed to call an ambulance too.

But Storm looked so desperate—god, they begged her not to. Still, she doesn’t want them to die. A hospital would be leagues more equipped for treating this than she is, so Zuri reaches for the cordless phone on the floor.

Storm doesn’t seem to notice. Their breathing is labored and their face is scrunched up in pain. Zuri runs her fingers through her cornrows and feels a pang of mixed sympathy and panic.

“Alright… I’m gonna call for an ambulance, okay?” Zuri tries to steady her voice even as her heart races.

Storm’s eyes instantly widen with fear, and they turn over to reach for the phone. “No, no… you don’t—you don’t need to, it’s—it’s fine… someone’s coming to pick me—pick me up, already…”

Zuri panics and shoots her hand out to push them down back to a lying position. “Okay, okay, okay, I won’t.” She has no idea why Storm is refusing proper medical attention. It’s suspicious, but she can worry about why later.

Right now, she’s more concerned with ensuring that Storm doesn’t worsen their injuries. She lays the phone down on the floor. “See? Not calling. So, just, please don’t move, I’m pretty sure that’s just gonna make this worse.”

Storm seems to calm down a little bit, lying still except for the occasional tremor. Are they cold? Zuri makes a note to get them a blanket, but for now, she’ll focus on the stab wound.

Stopping the bleeding is the most important part, right? She grabs the bandages she was preparing and rips off a long strip. She places it over Storm’s wound, curling it around the long dagger stuck in their torso.

God. Who did this to them?

The pristine white bandages quickly turn dark red. Zuri remembers hearing somewhere that you have to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. She set her hands on the stab wound, awkwardly placing them around the knife.

“Sorry if this hurts,” she tells Storm. They look at her and nod.

She pushes down on the injury, deliberately not too hard, but Storm still winces in pain. Zuri cringes a little, but she keeps applying pressure.

After some time, she decides that the bandages have absorbed all the blood they can, and she goes to replace them. Her hands are now sticky and stained dark red. Ugh, that’s really gross.

Still, Zuri repeats the process a couple of times until the bleeding slows to an ooze. She breathes a sigh of relief. Storm is probably a little less close to dead.

She isn’t sure if there’s anything else she needs to do. It’s not like she can wrap the wound in bandages when the knife is still embedded inside. Maybe she should just wait for whoever Storm said was picking them up to arrive. Zuri hopes that the person is a doctor.

For now, she might as well just try to make them comfortable.

“Hey, Storm?” she asks.

Storm turns their head towards her. “Yeah…?” they mutter.

“I’m just gonna go get some blankets for you, ‘kay?”

They nod and close their eyes. Zuri quietly gets up and walks down the short hallway into her bedroom. There are a couple of throw blankets piled on her desk chair. She grabs one of them, a soft knitted thing made of grey yarn, and returns to the living room with the blanket piled in her arms.

Storm opens their eyes when they hear her walking into the room. She drapes the oversized blanket over them, and they smile.

“Thanks… you didn’t have to…” they murmur.

“Don’t worry about it,” she reassures them with a soft smile.

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AN: Sorry it took so long to finish this chapter! School’s been kicking my ass recently lol

Anyways this was really fun to write! Panicked caretakers are actually golden I need to use that trope more

#whump #whump writing #panicked caretaker #anxious caretaker #villain whump #ish I guess since it's not super mentioned #but it's there a little #diamonds to dust series #oc storm #oc zuri #my writing #this is actually a pretty fun series to write. I can't believe I'm like doing writing now

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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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FALLING FOR YOU chapter: 5

~sope series~

Doctor Min and sickie hosoek

Hoseok keeps in touch with his doctor. The more they communicate the more feelings he has.

Tw: lots of fluff, In correct medical terms, mentions of emeto, adult language

previous chapter: the hospital chapter 4

Word count: 3,815

❝ you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility. ❞

❝ you're perfect the way you are. ❞

❝ don't worry, I'll be here when you're awake. ❞

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Hoseok was finally home free. Dr. Min stayed by his side the entire time. Whenever he needed something he'd get it for hoseok, if there was a problem he would find a solution. Dr. Min also gave hoseok company. He'd talk with him about his experience as a doctor and a med student. Hoseok liked to hear the doctor talk about his life, in the short time he had known him he noticed Dr. Min didn't really share much of his personal life. Hoseok hoped to learn more. Once the Dr. released hoseok, yoongi was quick to offer hoseok a ride home. He knew for a fact that the medication Dr. brown gave him was quite strong. Far too strong to drive while having. He knew from prescribing it to many of his patients that it can make a person very drowsy. He also knew that taking it incorrectly can make the patient feel worse or heighten symptoms. The nurse gave hoseok the newly prescribed medication with his last meal before he was let go. Hosoek was starting to feel it now as he tried gathering his things. The medication sat heavy in his stomach along with the meal he had. It helped a lot with the pain in his stomach but he could feel the effects of it in his body. Hoseok yawned approximately for times as he was gathering his clothes into his bag, along with his charger and watch. yoongi counted in his head. All the more reason for yoongi to drive he thought.

Hoseok changed into new clothes. Once finished Dr. Min grabbed his things as well and began to walk towards the front of the hospital with hoseok. Once they reach Dr. Min's car hoseok stops. This catches yoongi attention and he stops as well. Hoseok felt a wave of guilt. The man had been helping him all day and all night for several days now and he's still helping him get home. Hoseok realizes that Dr. Min had taken a lot of time out of his day to help hoseok get better. " are you sure you want to drive me home. I can get a uber or I can call my neighbor up and ask for a ride. I just feel like a burden, you spent so much time helping me." yoongi looked at hoseok eyes he really wanted to help him but hoseok was feeling burdened all because of his help. yoongi really didn't mind helping the other. He just wanted him safe. No other reason. He told himself. Yoongi speaks up. " You're not burdening me, taking care of you is my responsibility as your doc-." "But your not my doctor?" " Mrs. Browns my doctor now. Hoseok blurted out. He felt bad immediately after. He felt rude for saying that. He was being rude to the person who's shown him so much care. But there just had to be a reason as to why yoongi was willing to help him so many times and for so long.

yoongi kinda snapped and got defensive. He knew hoseok wasn't dumb and that yoongi was more than a doctor helping out a patient. yoongi feared that it was more than that so he snapped. " your right! I'm not your doctor but I am A doctor. This means I can't just watch idly by when someone needs help. I couldn't help you figure out why you were feeling so bad but, I thought the least I could do is make sure you got home safe and wasn't feeling so bad. " yoongi looks to the ground feeling a bit bad that he let himself get a bit heated. " if you still want a ride I'm happy to give you one. I just really think you should ride with me so I can monitor you while you are on that medication. It's quite strong yoongi adds" yoongi made up an excuse to stay and take care of the other. " monitor?" hoseok says looking confused. " it's really strong, I've prescribed it to another patient before who hasn't had very good reactions to it. That's why when I met you I proscribed a much safer kind of medication." "I'm sorry," hoseok says looking gloomy. he put a hand on his stomach it was feeling odd again. " that was extremely rude of me. I know you're just trying to make sure I get better, and that you care a lot....... as a doctor." hoseok looks up to doctor min as he says the last sentence.

I'll take that ride." yoongi looks up. It's ok. They both hop inside the car and close the doors behind them. The first few minutes of the drive were dead silent. the only noise was the hum of the engine. Hoseok doesn't know if it was the little argument he started, the new meds, or the excessive bumps and potholes on the road but it all starts to take a toll on his stomach. They get on the highway. Dr. min drives faster. hoseok begins to feel sick. He doesn't dare look out the window. They're driving too fast and the blurry sight makes him feel worse. He keeps his head in his hands. He can feel the food shift around in his stomach. He hopes that he can just wait it out and just puke in the comfort of his own home if he has to. The feeling gets worse as Dr. MIn picks up the pace to go around a slow-driving car. Hoseok takes one of his hands and grasps the doors handle when the car jostles. His stomach isn't handling the movement well. He has to force down burps that come up each time his stomach jostles. He starts breathing roughly threw his nose, it doesn't help much in keeping him calm. His mouth begins to water. he's got to speak up or he'd make a mess in the incredibly clean car. Before he can even get the words out Dr. Min speaks out. Yoongi was lost in thought. He was upset at the conversation they had before leaving. He kept focused on the road as he thought. He was confused about his feelings for hoseok. He was mostly upset at himself for letting himself get angry and snapping at hoseok. Even if it's because he hasn't been geting much sleep lately. He had no excuse. He glanced over at hoseok. hoseoks hands were covering his face. yoongi watched as hoseok moved one hand from his face to the car's handle. " you ok?" Dr. Min asked in curiosity. Is your stomach giving you some trouble? " yoongi says looking back and forth between the sickly boy and the road. " actually..." hosoek starts. I'm not feeling very well. I think I need to stop." yoongi was confused for a moment. A little light bulb popped out of his head and he realized what the other man meant.

he quickly brought down his speed slowly and found a place to pull over. Hoseok was minutes away from puking but he swallowed back not wanting to make a mess. Swallowing only made it come back up faster. He moved his hand from coving his face and held his mouth instead. Yoongi was alarmed at how sick the boy felt so fast. He knew it wasn't a good idea to give him such a strong medication. This is exactly why he didn't proscribe it to him he thought. Yoongi makes it over to a patch of grass. Hoseok pulls on the handle that he's been holding onto so tightly. He steps out of the car and bends over the grass. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth. Sick he'd held captive in his mouth feel to the green grass. Another round came up. This time splattering, creating a puddle on the ground. He tries slowing down and taking a breath, but his body doesn't allow it. Causing him to bring up round after round. He felt energy leaving his body. He finally stops. He feels dizzy from vomiting so fast. His hands shake as he guides himself to the ground. He fells a calm hand on his back. It soothes him. Yoongi bends down closer. Hoseok seems to be enjoying the hand on his back. Hosoek sits back on his knees and tries to take in air into his lungs. He points his face up trying to escape the awful smell in front of him.

" Sorry, I feel much better now. " hoseok puffed out. hosoek moves his body further away from the puddle. He sits down and pulls his knees closer to his chest as he tries to catch his breath. Yoongi sits beside him. yoongi rubs his back and arm. " what happened?" yoongi asked. " I was a little carsick is all. It happens sometimes. I'm sorry I should have mentioned it." hoseok says in between breaths. " no, it's not your fault, I should have driven a bit slower. I just was lost in thought and got carried away." hoseok finally caught his breath. he stayed silent after Dr. Min's last sentence. He didn't feel like talking he still felt like a burden. He rested his head on his knees holding them together with his arms and staring at Dr. Min with his deep brown eyes. Hoseok was so tired he could fall asleep right where he sat. especially with the Dr. rubbing his back. He couldn't explain it, it was just so soothing. Hosoek yawns, and rubs his eyes. " we should get you home you're probably super tired after that." yoongi says rising to his feet. " no no let's go get some food first. " hoseok says still sitting on the ground. " really I owe you for all your help. " hoseok says geting up from the ground. " I thought you weren't feeling very well," yoongi says confused. " I'm doing much better throwing up helped a lot. Hoseok was lying. He still felt sick to his stomach and motion sickness usually lingered with him until he takes time to rest. I promise I was just a little motion sick." yoongi looks skeptical. " come on, please? I'm sure you are hungry, I haven't seen you eat very much. It's on me" he couldn't eat much when he was stressed yoongi thought." he'd been stressing over hosoek at the hospital. Plus he just hates the food there he always packs a lunch before going to work.

"fine" Dr. Min says, " only if you get yourself water where ever we eat."

"yay, hosoek says as he walks to the passenger seat of the car. They drive over and hoseok picks out his favorite restaurant. They sat at a table. The waitress asked what they would be having. They both looked at the menu. Hoseok wasn't hungry but he wanted to prove to the Dr. that he was doing better and that he didn't have to worry about himself. He ordered his usual. he'd regret that later. Dr. min noticed that they were serving one of his favorite meals and he ordered, that. Once their meals arrive Dr. Min chows down. He didn't realize just how hungry he was until he started eating. The food was great. Hoseok was trying hard not to seem suspicious. He had to force each fork full of his meal down. Each bite sat heavy in his stomach. He began to sweat. He was having an extremely hard time eating. He felt an extremely strong wave of nausea and quickly gulped down water. Yoongi saw and laughed a little bit. " you must be very thirsty." Yoongi calls the waiter over to get hoseok a refill of water. Hosoek really wishes Dr. Min didn't. He had to force the second cup down not wanting to cause any suspicion. He felt his stomach rage against the water.

He felt it coming back up his throat. He excused himself from the table. " Sorry, doc I'm gonna head to the bathroom a moment." Hosoek got up quickly and went off to the bathroom. Luckily this is his favorite restaurant so he knew exactly where it was. He pushed threw the door. it was relatively empty to his luck. He found the cleanest stall and waited for hell to break loose. Yoongi didn't think much of hoseok's disappearance. He just sat quietly and at his food. Hoseok wipes sweat from his face after he threw up his undigested meal. He stood hunched over the toilet waiting for another round. He felt terrible. He threw up another round and managed to gain control over his stomach. The dizziness was far stronger than before. He cleaned up and left the bathroom. A terrible bout of dizziness and nausea hit him outside the bathroom. He felt like he could tip over from the dizziness. He sat down outside the bathroom on a bench. He waited for the feeling to pass. As he waited he could feel pain rise in his stomach. He looked at his watch. The meds must have been wearing off. It's time to take another dosage. He had to tell Dr. Min but couldn't get up. With all the pain and dizziness he could get himself to move.

Thirty mins when by. Yoongi was geting very worried. He wants to give the man privacy but he feared something happened. The Image of hosoek limp body that night he found him popped into his head. He swiftly got up. Alarming those around him who were eating. Yoongi walked till he found a waiter and asked where the bathroom was. The waiter pointed to a back wall that lead to another area. He quickly walked to the area. Anxiety puts fearful thoughts into his brain. He was about to walk straight past hosoek but he saw him from the corner of his eye. Hosoek looked down and he had a hand on his stomach. Dr. Min put a hand on his back. " hoseok, let's go get your meds and take you home." hoseok didn't protest as yoongi threw and his arm over his shoulder and guided him out of the loud restaurant. Hoseok felt weak as he walked. But pushed on anyway wanting to get home. Yoongi took hosoek to the pharmacy market and got his medication. Yoongi drove carefully as he took hoseok home. When they reached hoseok house it was late in the afternoon. Hoseok was weak, tired, and nauseous, and his stomach hurt. He explained to yoongi when hoseok was home. yoongi sat hoseok down on hosoek's couch. yoongi took water out of hoseok's fridge. he pulled crackers out of his cabinet and gave the items to hoseok as he administered the meds. "Here," yoongi says. " take these.." Hoseok does as the doctor asks. He helps hosoek lay down in bed and get comfortable. " alright Mr. Jung." "thank you so much for the lunch I really appreciate it. I really do hope you start to feel better.

Yoongi walks toward the door. "wait. Please. " hoseok exclaims. " I know you're probably tired but please please don't leave me alone." Hoseok didn't want to be left alone with his thoughts and with how terrible he is feeling. Yoongi looked sadden. It's the first time hoseok sees him so sad. Hoseok knew he was being selfish again. "please." hoseok says eyes watering. Yoongi was extremely tired. But his feeling for hoseok overcame the way he was feeling. hoseok was so kind to him even through his sickness. Yoongi was beyond only wanting to help or feeling bad for him because he was so sick. Hoseok had something that he couldn't describe. He brighten yoongi's mood and it made yoongi want to stay around him. yoongi silently let go of the door handle. yoongi simply can't resist. "ok, I'll stay yoongi says walking up to hoseok who lies on the bed. He asked hoseok, what happened at the restaurant. be honest." yoongi says sitting on the edge of hosoek bed and the furthest end. yoongi was tired of standing he just wanted somewhere to sit. " I felt nauseous. that's why I went to the bathroom. I threw up a few times and I felt my stomach begin to hurt as I tried to exit. Which is why I was sitting on the bench." both of them were silent. hoseok was feeling bad for being caught in a lie. He felt the need to explain himself. " I just wanted you to know I was geting better but it got worse. "Jung.... you really scared me." He felt his voice wobble. I worry about you a lot. a lot more than my other patients" yoongi scoffs and hoseok laughs a bit. I've been giving you a lot of trouble, haven't I?" " yes, you have " yoongi says bluntly. hoseok laughs.

Yoongi thought the mood was geting lighter after the joke he made but hoseok burst into tears. " I'm really sorry Dr. Min. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have lied to a doctor." yoongi leans a little closer to hoseok. " hoseok don't you ever say that about yourself. You're perfect the way you are. you are not stupid." hoseok blushed and looked down. yoongi's hand was on top of his again. Yoongi saw and moved his hand away. why did he keep doing that he thought? An awkward silence fell. yoongi kept the other company as hoseok lay in his bed sleeping. Yoongi's body was hurt. His back was killing him and it was night outside. " hoseok? yoongi says softly, his voice sounding sleepy. I'm gonna go lay on your couch." yoongi whispers. Sleepy hoseok looks at Dr. Min. " don't worry I'll be here when you wake up I'm not leaving. " Yoongi was absolutely exhausted he hand to lay down." Hoseok lays back as yoongi leaves the room. Yoongi settles onto hoseoks couch. He took a look at the door, it was still busted. He felt his eyelids get heavy as he fell asleep. Shivering as he slept.

An hour into yoongi's sleep He hears someone call his name.

hoseok couldn't stay asleep knowing Dr. min was on his couch. Dr. min has done so much for him. He went from a night of no sleep. To two nights sleeping in the chair of a hospital room. He felt bad that Dr. Min barely even got any sleep. So, He got up. He sees yoongi sleeping on the couch. He calls out to him. Dr. Min, he whispers. Yoongi turns over in his sleep. Hoseok calls again. He walks over to the sleeping doctor. He looks so small curled up on the couch. Dr. Min, whispers, Come sleep in my bed, it is more comfortable. I feel bad for making you sleep here. Yoongi felt hoseoks soft hand touch his shoulder. Yoongi felt like he was in a vivid dream. He thought he was in a dream. Surely this couldn't be real. hoseok guided the small man to his room. Yoongi couldn't feel himself climb in he was just there somehow. everything around him was hazy and dreamlike. Yoongi eyes are hard to keep open as he watches hoseok enter the bed and face him. They stayed apart, but somehow they got closer and closer as they slept. Yoongi opened his eyes and he was in the dream-like state again. He was laying on his side and hoseok was too in front of him. Yoongi took his arms and wrapped them around Hosoek. Thinking that if this is a dream he might as well make the best of it. Everything felt so real. Hoseok's soft breath rose and fell with his warm body against his own.

Yoongi didn't want to let go so he didn't. The last thing yoongi felt in his sleepy mind was hoseok grasping onto yoongi holding him back. hoseok was engulfed in warmth. He can't believe Dr. Min is actually laying here with him. though it was exciting he felt somehow extremely calm. Being here, with Dr. Min, he didn't feel sad. he didn't feel lonely about his friends and family being out of town. IN yoongi's arms he felt safe. They rested well threw the night. So did yoongi. He hadn't slept with someone in years now. Just to hold someone and feel their warmth made yoongi's heart feel indescribable. Hoseok held on to Dr. Min as he slept not ever wanting to let go. Dr. Min was allowing himself to be vulnerable and sleep with him. Maybe this was the start of something new hoseok thought. This is the sweetest dream yoongi has ever had. A bright light hits yoongi's eyes directly making him blink. His mind was groggy. He felt pins and needles in his arm. It was under something. Yoongi opened his eyes wide and sat up quickly. his heart was racing. He thought he was dreaming of laying with hoseok he didn't know it was real. This startles hoseok awake. Hoseok stares at yoongi as yoongi quickly gets up from the bed. Yoongi slides on his shoes he doesn't even recall taking them off. " Dr. Min?" hoseok says yoongi doesn't respond. Yoongi makes a move for the door but feels tightness around his wrist. "wait ? tell me what's wrong" hoseok thought Dr. liked this, being with him what changed? was he mistaken?"

"THIS!" yoongi says angrily. Angry that he let himself get comfortable. angry that he let hoseok see his true feelings. yoongi quiets down his voice this time when he speaks. "This is wrong hosoek.." hoseok can feel his eyes well up. "you. were. my patient, I could be fired for this. I shouldn't have let myself get carried away. " Yoongi grabs his things and storms off yoongi closes the door to hoseoks apartment. He walked to his car feeling intense anger and grogginess. What was wrong with him he thought. Hosoek lays back down on his bed for the rest of the day. He doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep. he just lays there crying looking at the ceiling. He stays that way until nightfall. He doesn't hear from yoongi again. Yoongi is extremely upset. lots of emotions run threw his head as he drives home. when he gets there he drops his bag and sits on the floor. He curls into a ball and puts his hands in his hair. Anxiety runs threw his body. He yelled at hoseok. the same person that has been so nice to him. The person who was taken to the hospital a few days before. The person that felt like a dream in his arms literally a few minutes ago The person he broke a door for and could have gotten in trouble for being around. He did it anyway all cause he wanted to know hoseok was safe. He wanted to be there for hoseok. Yoongi sat and thought for a really long time. He came to the conclusion that he can no longer fight his feeling for hoseok, he found it to be pointless and only hurt the other. He couldn't imagine himself not being around hoseok. but he knows he hurt him. He knew hoseok felt something too no matter how hard yoongi tried to avoid and ignore it.

Yoongi thought long and hard all day about the situation. he came to a final conclusion. He has to fix things. If he's going to keep this thing he has between hoseok he should do it right.

Yoongi picked up his phone and sends a text to hoseok...

yoongi texts hoseok.

Dr. Min: hoseok can we talk in person?

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Thank you all so much for reading I really hope you folks have been enjoying it! I've been excited to make this series and Now I finally am. If there's anything in the series you'd like to see let me know, It doesn't matter if the request is closed or not. I also don't mind feedback on the series like if there's anything I can do better. thanks so much!

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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If phones or whatever are ever introduced and the PC can become a "cam model"

Who do you think would watch/buy their content? Who would ask to partake? + what would they ask to see

god, this got way longer than i meant it to so under a cut it goes

uh, just general DoL warnings, i think

Anxious Guard

They just...need a few minutes to lose themself. Never comments. Sometimes tips, not wanting anyone to ever find out that they watch you. Doesn't request anything. Once bought your worn underwear.

Avery

If you're not in a relationship with them, they just like watching what you put out. Might occasionally ask you to moan a "Mommy/Daddy" or "Sir/Ma'am." Doesn't want their name tied to you, so they never ask you to outright say their name. Might send you a few toys in the mail and ask you to use them. In a relationship with Avery, and they watch every stream and review clips before you post them. They don't like you doing certain things and have you tell people specifically with a "Sorry, but I'm not allowed to do that." Doesn't want you to specify why you're "not allowed." Might fuck you on stream once, but their face is out of the shot.

Bailey

They just want a rough idea of what they should be charging you. Don't read too much into it.

Briar

Mostly just watches whatever you put out. Teases you about it if you show up at the brothel. Might pay you to wear some glitter during streams if they feel like you've been avoiding them.

Darryl

100% love Inky's thoughts on Darryl/camboy PC and was kinda thinking about them when writing what porn Darryl might watch. Likes paying for content over watching generic porn. Lets them have some control over what they're watching. Pays for clips, doesn't usually watch streams unless they're feeling particularly confident and adventurous. Likely to mail clothes for you to wear or toys for you to use.

Eden

Would if they had access to the internet. 100% shuts that shit down if they've already caught you. They let you go back into town so you can finish your last year of school and so no one looks for you. That's it. If they somehow caught one of your streams when they hadn't met you yet? Yeah, you're bouncing around in their head every night as they furiously try to get themself off so they can sleep. Extra hard on you when they catch you as a way of claiming you.

Gwylan

Only from time to time, when it's extra slow at the shop. Their requests are sometimes a little...concerning. But, they always tip well!

Harper

Would suggest you start streaming or making clips as part of your therapy. Would ask you to do specific things on stream so they can "check your health." Honestly, might have set a hypnotic trigger for your streams and/or clips.

Kylar

Of course. Doesn't like anyone else seeing your clips or streams but can't really do much about it. You've had to talk them down from being rude to other people in chat. Always expect them to outbid others for your attention.

Landry

They will never, ever admit it. Sends in anonymous tips for you to wear or say certain things. Never wants you to find out it's them.

Leighton

Of course, of course. Sends the nastiest private messages. Never uses their real name but you know it's them. Usually just watches streams and tips you to play "naughty student." Has a teacher's salary so doesn't buy custom clips often but oh boy do they go all out when they do. Once paid your rent for a month with a single custom clip. Absolutely going to send you toys in the mail and wants to watch you use them. Will send you custom-made toys that are a clone of their genitals.

Mason

Usually just watches. Once they figure out how to anonymously tip though? Oh, it's all downhill for them. Tips at least once a week, usually requests you wear swimsuits, pulling the fabric to the side so you can touch yourself for the camera or to use a toy.

Morgan

They would if they could. Would just leave messages demanding you "come back home to Mommy/Daddy at once!" Ya gotta block 'em.

Quinn

Watches so many streams. Frequent's yours quite often, though. Often pays for custom clips. Always tips when you shout them out. Once got into a tip-war Kylar just for kicks.

Relaxed Guard

Casually watches a few streams and stumbles upon yours. Laughs when they recognize you. Sends you exactly one message asking if you'd play a game of chance with them.

Remy

Someone Wren sent it to them. Just so happened to be the stream where you were wearing some cute cow-themed things a fan sent in. Funny, that.

River

Similar to Remy in someone Whitney or Leighton sent them the link and they stupidly clicked on it. Someone teach the maths teacher some internet literacy, please. You just so happened to be indulging in someone's student/teacher role-play request. Interesting.

Scarred Inmate

Oh my god, they would if they could. Would want you doing all sorts of wild shit on camera, loving how others pay you for it. Then has to fuck you right at the end of the stream.

Sirris

It's by accident, they swear! They just like supporting creators! they didn't mean to spend so much time watching and it would be rude to not tip after all that! And if they're going to tip then maybe they should send a message or two, just to give a few pointers on how to help with your setup or something?

Tattooed Inmate

Would if they could.

Veteran Guard

Oh, they're the one on the prison island who finds it first. They weren't specifically looking for you, but here you are. Doesn't tip or comment that often. Sends you a collar. Caves one night and buys a custom clip from you that's part prison-themed, part pet play.

Whitney

God, they love it. Never tips. Sends in the most disgusting comments. Bans never stick. Wants to fuck you on camera. Wants to get involved in all your shit. Best day of their life might be when you gave them head on camera.

Wren

Oh, they are so open about it. Comments regularly. Tips fairly well. Has bought a few custom clips. Brings up your streams and comments on what they think you could do to make it even better next time when you pop up on the estate for card games. Definitely sends you toys in the mail or presents them to you in person, wanting you to use them the next time you stream.

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