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sicjimin · 1 year

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— Coffee's Journey —

part 3. [how it goes worse]

tw : graphic description of vomiting.

Yoongi knows that he need to stop being stubborn and erase that "he's only plague by stomach bug" mindset, and maybe call Seokjin to drive him to the hospital—at the state that he's in now.

It's around 4 AM .. or 3? He didn't really know, only caught a glimpse of light from his clock as he rushes with sleepiness and sickness at the same time, throwing his blanket and scrambles in the dark—loudly gagging to his palm as his body let it out without a warning, then slamming the toilet seat before his dinner comes rushing up. Yoongi stares blankly at the mess below him. Brain catching up with the sudden and fast events. He didn't even register how the nausea coming up to him—all he knows, and he could remember is he was eating something light for dinner, and dawned an antacid he stored in his cabinet after Seokjin drives him home. Then he fell asleep. Nothing is wrong after that. He only remembers stirring in his sleep because his stomach feels bloated. He did rub it but just for few seconds—because after that, he's suddenly gagging.

And here he is.

Yoongi slowly sits down, flushing the toilet after the first mess. He's not even sure why he need to flushed it—but the stench was off. And it feels like that wasn't real. He rest his cheeks against the seat—quietly hoping that his vomit earlier didn't splash around there—and his hand moving to craddle his middle. The weird thing is, it's not aching. Not like he's in a /real/ stomachache, just ... nauseated? like it's bloated and tight—like it's filling him. Up to his chest.

He huffs, blowing some air as he hopes it would make him feel better. He gulps, shuddered as a wave passes through him. He cupped his mouth with his hand as his tongue already arched—the urge to gag is so strong. He quickly takes a deep breathe, sucking as much air as he can. But some of it caught on his throat—causing him to cough and have no choice but let it morph into a loud and wet gag.

He feels grossed with the sound.

It was like a trigger, as the gag immediately followed with other fit of it. Yoongi knows that it was inevitable as he grows more nauseous with everytime he's gagging emptily. Saliva starts pooling in his tongue too, and he can taste his dinner all over his mouth. He scoots closer to the toilet, practically hugging himself as he let a longer gag. This one comes deep from his stomach as it contracts painfully against his palm. It didn't take long before a long hoarse belch issued from him, and gush of watery brown vomit rushes pass his lips in a big stream. Yoongi gasps, scrunched his nose with the disgusting sensation all over his throat and nose—as some of it takes an exit from there. He coughs, practically choked with remnants of rice that didn't get to out. He grips the seat tighter, as his breathe picking up it's pace, and then he convulsed with a startlingly loud heave and spewed another deluge of his food. Yoongi barely caught his breath before another flood of vomit erupted forth. This particular wave is strong, wanting to empty his stomach in one swift motion as it splash aggresively and last several seconds and leaving him coughing in pain after.

"Ah ...", Yoongi lifted his head for a bit when there's a lull. Wanting to escape from the foul stench as he calmed down the burn in his throat. His fingers practically clutches his shirt now, like as if with doing that, it could lessen the cramp that's building in his stomach along with it's nausea. He batted the toilet paper, weakly wiping his nose and lips, and throw it along the mess that's all the food he consumed today—or even yesterday, he didn't know.

Yoongi stays in the bathroom for another 5 minutes, as it took awhile to empty his stomach, one splash of vomit followed after the short lull, but eventually his body took a wrong hint and sent up the rest of his stomach content in a sudden flood. Wave by wave.

He almost crawls back to his bed, literally have zero energy left as everything in him has moved to the toilet. He takes a sip of water to ease his throat, before taking his phone—squinting with the sudden harsh bright light facing him as he types the message.

Min Yoongi : Hyung, can i come in late later? I'm not feeling well, just threw up. I will come when i feel better.

He tosses the phone somewhere after he hit the send button, and curled himself small. A hotpack he managed to pick from his cabinet settled nicely in between his palm and upset stomach. Legs up to his chest and blanket tucked under his chin—as he let himself gives up to exhaustion. Hoping that as sleep claims him, maybe he will magically cured when he wakes up.

***

"Yoongi is not here"

"Huh?", Jimin eyes widen with the sudden greeting from Seokjin, that's currently fixing his order.

"Yoongi is not here, he's late .. or i don't know, maybe he's not coming in today", Seokjin snickers. "Do you want extra whipped cream on it?"

Jimin nods, muttering under his heart that if Yoongi is the one that takes his order, he won't ask those silly questions. But he's not here. And that's his main concern. "He's not? Is he okay?"

Seokjin shrugs as he moves swiftly at the counter, "I don't know. He has been feeling sick this week", he says mindlessly, pouring a spoonful of sugar that got Jimin grimacing—it's gonna be too sweet for him. See, if Yoongi was here this won—"He messaged me around 4 this morning saying that he will come late, and he just threw up. And i messaged him again but never get an answer until now, i think he won't come in today"

Seokjin's rambles cut off Jimin's grunts. He hums at the new information—can't help but feeling his heart clenched. In sadness or empathy or—he doesn't know. It just feel so uncomfortable with the thought that his cafe crush got sick. "Has he been sick for long?", Jimin decides to asks.

"Yes, the day that you brought him home, the day after, after, and today", Seokjin responds, sliding Jimin's drink to him.

Jimin frowns, "It's been days! How he's not getting better? Has he been to the doctor?"

Seokjin chuckles, "Calm down, boy", and Jimin's cheeks flushed. How can he get agitated over this??

"I've been telling him to go, even promised to drag him on my own. I was meaning too later, after i close this cafe", Seokjin answers.

Jimin frowns got deepen. Later? It's too long! What if Yoongi got sicker? What if Yoongi faints in his house because no one checking up on him? What if he get worse as no—"Seokjin ssi .. can i have his address?", before Jimin can process and carefully thought of it, his mouth blurts out his inner desire.

Seokjin cocked his eyebrows. "And what are you gonna do with it? You have been there! Why are you still asking for address?"

"I .. have been there. But i didn't know which unit he is. I didn't get him all the way through his unit ..", Jimin answers, voice getting smaller as he can feel the older scrutining gaze on him. "I just .. want to check up on him? Maybe get him something too .. or drag him to the doctor! yeah, i will do that"

Seokjin grins, "And why should i trust you? You're just our regular! How do i know you have a good intention with Yoongi-ssi?"

Jimin sighs, already had his lips jutted out with frustration. His brain already scheming with how he can slip and magically remembers Yoongi's apartment. "It's okay if you don't trust me yet, Seokjin-ssi .. please tell him a get well soon from me if you're seeing him", he mutters, bowing to get to his seat and wallow with his disappointment and coffee.

"Jimin-ssi", Seokjin laughs, stopping the younger on his tracks. "You better go now and drag him to the doctor for me, i will message you the address"

***

Yoongi groans, plopping back to the bed as cold sweats dripping all over his body. He blindly reaches for the cabinet and take a tissue that he stashed there, weakly wiping his lips. He bites a whimper, curling himself small as he sniffles. He just threw up again.

A little bit of water, more antacids, and 2 pieces of crackers already gone to the bucket below him.

He had bring the bucket ever since he almost fainted earlier—feeling too dizzy and weak after throwing up the second time right 2 hours after he woke up. So with the remaining energy, he fill a little water to the bucket and slides it near the bed. He hopes that he won't need to do that. Hoping that the antacid will do some of it's effects, as he tried to sleep it off. But nah, of course his body won't listen to him and wake him up barely 30 minutes after he closed his eyes. Squeezing whatever he just took out of his system.

This round is painful. He spent most of it dry heaving after getting productive by 2 times. It makes his stomach cramps. He feels awful, it feels like his stomach felt so much bloated and full of nothing. He can feel the urge to puke every 5 minutes or so. What's wrong with him? He really didn't get any memories of eating something bad or someone near him plagued with something? Then why he's feeling this sick?

The weirdest part of it, is he didn't feel any other symptoms other than this overwhelming nausea. Not a fever, or a flu. Yes, he feel dizzy but he guesses that it come in pack with how little energy he had in his body. Gosh .. what's happening?

He sighs loudly while he pulls his blanket up his neck to hide his face. He pulls his arms tighter around his middle. The cramps starting to make itself presence with how much he had the muscles contracting today. He wants to get a hotpack but .. changing his position to sitting up and walking seems like a very heavy tasks for him. He still feel queasy, like he's on a boat that's rocked with harsh wave. One wrong move to shift his body, and he's guarranted to back facing the bucket and gagging all over it.

Again.

So with all of the consideration, Yoongi decides that it's the best for him to stay still until someone magically found and take care of him. He didn't even know where his phone is, too lazy to search for it. The bright light from it also gonna add to the dizziness.

He huffs, hands rubbing his stomach with more pressure over it—sometimes he pats it, like if he did that maybe his stomach would calm down and stop making havoc over it. He keeps doing that, like it's automatic moves, until sleeps taking over him.

Yoongi didn't know how long he has been out. Probably a couple of hour. He heard knocking repeatedly on the door, trying to reach inside. The voices are muffled from the outside, he couldn't hear what people are talking about. He grunts, turning his head slightly towards the sound. Faint sounds of voices are still resonating behind his closed eyes.

If he stay still, maybe whoever is outside will finally leave him alone for once?

"Yoongi-ssi? Are you in there?"

Yoongi frowns, taking the familiarity in the voices that comes through the intercom. But his fuzzy brain can't catch up and give him a guess. He knows that it's not Seokjin—but it's only that.

"Yoongi-ssi? Are you home?"

Yoongi groans once again, answering with a grunted hums that he knows wont reach whoever his almighty guess is. He slowly pushes himself—very slowly. And moans when his inside feels like moving with him.

Gosh, he's so nauseous.

He tries to ignore it as best as he can, but there's already a lump forming on the base of his throat. He swallows it down and forces himself forward. Every steps feels like a torture as Yoongi takes another deep breath. His stomach churning painfully at any move his legs makes to go further. God, he needs to lie back down. He needs to lay down in comfortable place. By the time he reaches the door, he's panting heavily. Sweat beads on his forehead, making the hair stick onto his sweaty forehead.

"Jimin-ssi?", Yoongi managed to utter.

But before he can let the younger in, or asking all the question boogling on the back of his mind, his body decides another route as nausea batted through him and he gag. Acid rushes up to his mouth. He quickly covers his mouth and nose with his hands and running back inside—leaving Jimin at the entrance bewildered.

"Yoongi-ssi!"

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sugarydolli · 4 years

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Orange Juice | [REPOST]

Title ~ Orange Juice

Word Count ~ 2k

Pairings ~ Leon x Chubby!reader

Warnings ~ Body shaming, Bullying

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"Come on Y/N," junko smirked "hes never gonna like you if your fat, keep throwing it up." You pushed slightly on your stomach to trigger more vomit.

With Junko standing behind you, taunting you as your breakfast pushed passed your lips.

You could see Mukuro start gather tissue for you to wipe your mouth off with.

You sat in class one day as the teacher rambled about nothing you cared about. The sun ran over the curve of your cheeks and lit up your (E/C) eyes as you were deep in thought.

"What if I was smaller"

"Would I be prettier?"

"Would he notice me?"

Not even noticing that class was over until two particular known sisters made their way over to you.

Junko slapped her hand down on your desk taking you out of your thoughts. Her sinister smile was a clear warning of her intentions which were obvious to you.

You expected nothing but harsh words, more things to make you regret your weight. But she unexpectedly had other plans.

Junko came to you as if she wanted to help you. She said she could make you look pretty. In your desperate state of mind you accepted.

Ever since then her way of making "pretty" was meeting her outside of the bathroom every 2-3 hours, practically shoving you face into a toilet and forcing you to gag your meals.

"Hey Junko.." you said weakly, your stomach aching being the 5th week you skipped lunch. "Did you ever find out what type of girls Leon is into?"

She thought about it while she chewed her food. "Why of course I did, and you know what he told me?"

You were practically leaning over the table, dying to know what the baseball player told her. "He said and I quote, "tight waisted bimbos with huge tits" end quote."

It felt like a spear ran threw your heart as you sunk into deep thought. "I'm sure he'll like you for who you are rather than what your physical appearance is Y/N."

"You filthy liar! I told her exactly what he told me."

"But Junko I was right ther-"

"Shut up!"

The thoughts in your head shut you out from the twins bickering. Your mind festering on the idea of fitting into Leon's type.

The sadness you felt turned into determination. Thinking about how you can cut out a few more meals, and exercise even more times a day. Wearing extremely heavy hoodies in raging hot weather to shed.

You were determined by the end of this month you'd fit his standards.

"Junko,"

Standing up, you caught her attention before she shot another insult to Mukuro. "I think I'm ready now."

A large malicious smirk panned across her face, rising up from her seat. "Let's go."

You shoved two fingers down your throat, nearly missing your uvula. Not much at first shot out but as you progressed more and more came out as your throat burned.

Beginning to feel dizzy, you leaned against the bathroom stall. Not having the energy to continue the assault on your throat. Once you gained your composure you restarted, plunging fingering back into your throat. Murkuro held your hair back away from your face as Junko unbeknownst to you recorded your gagging.

You finished up rather quickly, wiping spit from the corner of your mouth. You rummaged through your backpack looking for your tooth brush.

You walked over to the sink ignoring a few girls who just walked in stares of confusion. The first thing you noticed was your cheeks, usually a soft looking round was now turning hallow.

Your body over all seemed to be getting slimmer over the past few weeks. So much so you'd start to get compliments and praised.

For once you've felt good about yourself, Confident.

...

Until, from an anonymous account you were exposed. Several videos of you forcing yourself to barf was posted on this account.

"This you?"

Mukuro texted you while you got dressed in your uniform. Sending the account.

As if the multiple videos weren't enough, pictures of your dazed expression began circulating. Tears threatened your eyes, you reported each video and picture one by one.

-/-

You went into school, head hung low as whispers and giggles could be heard around you.

You would look up to see several faces looking at you with disgust, some occasionally with pity.

Ultimately, you decided that you weren't gonna let this stop you from reaching your goal. Even if it was draining you.

Today being mile day in PE made you teensy bit woozy, but still you convinced yourself of the "benefits"

The long track taunted you, seeming like it stretched for miles. "You've never seen any interest in mile before, Y/N..are you sure." Your PE teacher placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a understanding look.

You nodded gulping slowly before starting to sprint. At first it wasn't as bad (you told yourself) as you got about half way down the long course.

Your eyes were starting to get a bit heavy as you tried regulating your breath. The temperature only seemed to get hotter as you tried to block out the feelings.

"Was this a heat wave?" You asked your as you tried to push through. Darkness seemed to be clouding over your vision rather quickly.

And surely you passed out.

Condensation slid down your face making you wince. You blinked a few times before taking in the bright light on the ceiling.

You rose up quickly only to be pushed right back down. The school nurse, Mikan, giving a frighten shriek from your sudden movement.

"Please let me help you get up." Her worried tone, placing a hand on your back while you rose. "You passed out on the field." A quiver still in her voice.

Panic started to rise in your gut. "I..I did?" You didn't want to believe her words, seeing it more as an embarrassment than an health concern.

"A teacher carried you here with the help of a student." Mikan tried calming you down to prevent any other health problems.

Sadly her efforts wasted as you began to worry yourself on who the student was. Your nightmares only coming true when Leon suddenly walked through the door.

"Mikan is she alright? I heard talkin' and" Your eyes met sending a rush of pink to your cheeks. His pale blue orbs gazed into your F/C ones.

"Are you... alright?" Leon's gaze never leaving your eyes. Lips quivering to much for a verbal answer, you nodded.

Tears brimmed your eye line, you didn't want to met like this. This wasn't supposed to be this way. But his next words caught you off guard.

"Good. hate to see a pretty girl like yourself hurt." He followed up with a wink before sliding out of the office.

Awe casted on your face causing you jaw to open slightly. You were in shock, not even hearing Mikan rambling.

Once you were released from Mikan's office you headed to your locker. You managed to pick your jaw up off the floor but shock and awe still lingered.

You opened your locker open-mindedly. A small blush colored envelope fell out, you practically tore it open to see in somewhat messy handwriting:

A actual compliment..did I hit my head that hard? Am I in a coma?

Hey cutie ;), I'd call myself a hero for saving you today. How about you reward me with a little date later today?

- Leon

A squeal errupted from your mouth causing whoever around you a confused look. You were to caught up in your joy to even realize Junko and Mukuro making their way over.

A hand placed firmly onto your shoulder, turning you around to face them forcefully.

"Whaddya got there Y/N?"

Junko's tone too sweet for her own good, you held the letter up slowly in which she snatched it. "This has to be a fake." She said without looking.

Eyes widening, you look the letter back reading it over for any indications. The thought of this being some prank didn't even register to you.

"Well if you are going you know what you have to do" Her tone lowering to something darker. You have her a nod before once again walking to the dreadful bathroom.

You've grown tired of these plain walls as you stick a few fingers once again down your throat. Your senses activated causing you to hurl.

Junko chuckled, getting a sick sort of kick out your suffering. Mukuro narrowing her eyes at her sister, quickly sending a text to someone.

About five minutes later the sound of the bathroom door being slammed open caused you to rip your fingers out of your mouth.

Various shouts coming from behind the stall door as it was suddenly swung open. Leon stood in the frame with ishimaru not far behind.

The sudden appearance caught Junko off guard, almost dropping her phone. "Leon you can't just-" The short haired male turned his attention to the scene.

"Y/N...what are you doing?" Leon's face in confusion, you quickly wiped any remaining spittle off your chin before turning around completely.

Leon bent down, wiping your cheeks with his thumb. "I don't give a shit about your body, I like you just the way you are." He lifts you up, giving you a hug.

"Nothing, just a-" Junko was quick to cut you off. "A hard case of bulimia." Your hair fell down into your face, Junko continued to laugh.

She spoke in a bragging fashion as she told the two men of your dirty secret. Tears brimmed your lash line seeing Leon's eyebrows furrowed in disgust.

"And the funny part about it is...she it did all for you!" Leon's eyes widened, his mouth almost fell open as he quietly repeated her last few words.

"You told me that he likes small waisted girls and I-" a sob breaking your sentence, you fell down onto the bathroom floor sobbing uncontrollably. You felt hands gently pry your hands off your face.

Your usual small pink envelope fell right into your hands, causing a smile to stretch across your face.

You snuggle into his neck, now happy tears rolling down your cheeks.

- timeskip brought to you by the iconic cheez duo -

- about a month later

"You know, Princesses are usually found in castles. How'd I meet you here?"

Cheesy. You smirk to yourself before feeling large arms wrapped around you. Leon placed a kiss to your temple, filling spinning you around for a kiss to the lips.

"I guess the answer to your question would be, sometimes princesses get bored for waiting on their prince." Leon chuckled, sneaking in another kiss. "Well, it's not easy finding the right princess."

His hand instinctively latched onto your as you two walked down the hall to your first period.

Leon doesn't like you cause of your skin, your weight, or your face. He likes you because of you.

Uhh I know the themes in this got like really fucking dark and usually I don't like to to talk about these topics cause all around this is supposed to be a happier book and shit like that but it was actually requested of me once before.

I thought it was time to get out of my comfort zone and address this. You all are beautiful no matter what you look like, your body doesn't define you!! Your beauty inside and out. And if anyone tells you otherwise me and cheez will beat the- I mean kindly slap them around with kindness.

Anyways I love you all and everyone around you should to! You don't have to fit into what someone wants you to for them to love you. If they really love you, they'd love you for you! Appearance doesn't matter in love!! ((Praying I'm saying the right things))

And it is okay if you do wanna change how look. Just use the reader as an example not to do, please don't hurt yourself or take the easy route. Please choose healthy and non harmful ways to improve on your already beautiful self.

I'm really not good at this so I hope this little message didn't offend, comfort is nawt my strong suit BUT I love you all tremendously and I'll always be here no matter what.

- Cheez it chan & Cheez <3

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cocastyle · 4 years

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Change - Ch. 1 | E I G H T

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 5,455

A/N - another chapter! finally lol! I’m so sorry for the long wait! basketball just ended (which was my last time playing so I was kind of depressed not gonna lie and had no motivation to do anything) and I’ve had a lot of school work lately which has been so much fun (note the sarcasm), but I was finally able to sit down and write an update which I really hope you all like!

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Since most of the group didn't want to go into the house, it had been decided that they would each draw a stick from the pile that Mike had collected off the ground. It was already known that Bill was going in and it had taken only one glare in Stan's direction as he tried to pull his cousin back to his side for them to realize that Y/N would be going into that house whether they liked it or not.

That meant that the two people with the shortest sticks would be accompanying Bill and Y/N into the house and, much to their dismay, Richie and Eddie were the unlucky two.

Y/N had to ignore Stan's worried gaze as she walked towards the front door of the house, knowing that it was hard for her cousin to be separated from her in a situation like this. But if she were to turn around, if she were to look him in the eyes, the courage she had somehow been able to muster would disappear and she wouldn't be able to go inside.

So Y/N didn't even look back at her cousin before walking in behind Bill. The two hesitated in the entryway and Y/N gulped slightly as she subconsciously took a tiny step closer to the boy. Both of their hands were shaking slightly, but as soon as they were able to grab onto the other and intertwine their fingers, their shaking had subsided.

It took all of Y/N's willpower not to gag at the sight of the interior of the house, but lucky for her, she was too distracted by Richie's complaining to even get a good look at everything as she began to walk forward once again with her hand gripping onto Bill's.

"I can't believe I pulled the short straw," Richie whined. "You guys are lucky you're not measuring dicks."

"Shut up, Richie," Eddie muttered as he looked around the house with wide eyes, the creaking noise coming from the settling of the house making him jump every now and then.

Eddie glanced to one side and winced at the decaying living room. "I can smell that," he whispered in disgust.

"Don't breathe through your mouth," Richie quickly told him causing the boy to look at him in confusion.

"How come?" Eddie asked almost afraid for the answer.

"Cause then you're eating it," Richie replied making Eddie gag and Y/N grimace. Y/N reached out with her free hand to pat Eddie on the back in comfort. Once the young boy had composed himself, he glanced over at Y/N and gave her a small thankful smile before his eyes flickered to where she was holding onto Bill's hand.

A look of shock crossed his face before his eyes flickered back up to Y/N's. He gave her an almost amused look and raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. Y/N's eyes widened a little and her cheeks turned red as she quickly looked away from Eddie who was chuckling softly to himself while also warily looking around at his surroundings.

Thankfully Bill hadn’t noticed this interaction at all and Y/N let out a small sigh of relief before looking around only to find Richie standing on the opposite side of the room. His body was trembling as he stared at something in his hands. Y/N couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows in confusion and say, "Richie?"

The boy didn't respond and merely turned around, his eyes not leaving the object in his hand which Y/N could now tell was a piece of paper. But the paper wasn't what concerned her. No, it was the absolutely horrified look on Richie's face, a look that she had never seen cross the boy's face since she first met him when they were six.

"Richie," Y/N said again as she gently let go of Bill's hand and begin to walk over to the boy. Bill noticed the sudden lack of Y/N's hand and went to glance at her only for his eyes to follow her gaze and latch on to Richie.

"What?" Bill asked as he followed after Y/N and over to Richie, Eddie right behind them.

"It. . .it says I'm missing," Richie muttered, his voice a little shaky as he stared at the paper that Y/N was now able to get a good look at. What Richie said was right. It was like one of the missing flyers that they had seen plastered throughout town only this one had a picture of Richie with his name, age and more listed below.

"Y-Y-Y-You're not missing, Richie," Bill tried to assure him but the boy shook his head, his eyes wide as the paper trembled in front of him.

"Police department, City of Derry," Richie read off. "That's my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face. . ." Richie began to yell and Y/N was quick to grab his arm in comfort while Bill tried to take the paper from him.

"It's not real, Richie," Y/N tried to tell him while Bill nodded in agreement, but Richie continued to yell.

"Calm down, this isn't real," Bill insisted.

"That's my name, that's my age, that's the date. . ." Richie yelled while Bill finally managed to crumple up the paper. Richie was latching onto the paper and Y/N had to try and pull him away while Bill tried to calm the boy down.

"This isn't real, Richie!" Bill yelled.

"What the fuck? It says I'm missing. Am I missing? Will I disappear?" Richie cried out before Y/N grabbed his arm and spun himself round so that he could look at her.

She put two hands on his arms and softly said, "Calm down, Richie. Listen to me."

"What the fuck?" Richie cried while Y/N looked at him.

"Take it easy," she whispered. "Look at me, Richie. Look at me." It took a moment but the boy eventually managed to stop yelling and let his eyes flicker over to the girl. Y/N frowned once she saw the tears that had sprung in his eyes and she didn't even hesitate before hugging him, an act that made Richie tense in surprise before he relaxed and hugged her back, gripping onto her so tightly like he thought he was going to disappear.

Bill and Eddie watched in silence, Eddie's eyes on Richie as a look of worry and concern flickered across his face while Bill stared at Y/N with a dazed look in his eyes like he was in awe.

"This isn't real," Y/N assured him as she rubbed a hand up and down his back, a trick she often used on Eddie to stop his small panic attacks. "It's playing tricks on you. That's all."

Before Richie could respond, a shaky voice called out, "Hello?"

Instantly, Richie and Y/N pulled away from each other, their eyes wide as they looked to the staircase where the voice had come from. Bill and Eddie were just as tense and all four gulped while Richie squeezed onto Y/N's arm which he still had ahold of.

"Hello?" the voice called out again and Y/N didn't know why they started doing it, but the group slowly began to walk towards the staircase where they could hear the voice calling out to them from upstairs. "Help me please!"

Y/N gulped before she began to walk forward and out of Richie's hold. The boy instead took a step closer to Eddie while Bill went to stand by Y/N's side, the four then beginning to make their way up the stairs.

Once they reached the top, Y/N couldn't help but hesitate. The others seemed to be trapped in a trance and before she knew it, they had all left her side and were now walking in front of her. Y/N gulped and had to force herself to continue walking, shaking slightly as she felt like something was watching her every move.

"Betty?" Y/N heard Bill whisper causing the girl to realize just how far behind she had gotten from the boys. She was quick to jog the rest of the way over, but froze at the sight of the open door at the end of the hallway, a girl around her age lying on the ground of the room the door led to.

"Ripsom?" Eddie whispered causing Y/N to realize that the girl was the one who had gone missing. The word barely had time to leave Eddie's mouth before the girl was suddenly being pulled back, a loud scream leaving her lips.

Tears began to fill Y/N's eyes and she had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet as she held back a sob. Bill and Richie began to move forward, but all Y/N could do was shake her head as she tried to calm herself down. She didn't even notice Eddie who was standing back behind her as he whispered so low that it was barely audible, "Guys, do you hear that?"

But he had spoken so low that none of them could hear him or what he was talking about. As for Y/N, it was like the world was beginning to spin all around her and she wasn't quite sure why. She had never had panic attacks before, but she felt as if she couldn't breath and it suddenly felt like something was forcing her into one of the empty rooms.

She couldn't even register what was happening before the world suddenly went still, the door slamming shut before her very eyes and making her scream. "No! Guys!" Y/N cried out, tears begging to fall out as she banged her hand against the door.

She could hear footsteps and before she knew it, she could hear banging from the other side and the juggling of the door knob as Bill yelled, "Y/N? Y/N!"

"Open the door! Open the fucking door!" Y/N cried out in the dark room that only had a small bit of light streaming in from the window as she desperately tried to open the door.

"It's locked! We can't-!" Richie began, but he was cut off by Eddie crying out before Richie yelled out, "What the fuck? The floor just caved in in the middle of the hallway!"

Y/N didn't even have time to register what was going on before she felt something wet around her ankles. The girl gulped and looked down, her eyes widening as she saw the water that was rapidly beginning to rise in the room.

"Guys! Help! There's water!" Y/N cried out. "Get me out of here!" She was full on sobbing by now, the water rushing into the room from who knows where so fast that it was now up to her knees.

"Y/N!" Bill yelled, but his screams were muffled by the gushing sound of water. All Y/N could register from the other side of the door was screams coming from all three of the boys before a loud crash was heard.

The water was up to her waist by now and Y/N was stumbling around the room trying to find anything that could break down the door. She began throwing things at the wood, even going as far as to use a chair which instantly broke from the force.

"Help!" Y/N sobbed, the water now to her chest as she clawed at the door. The door was suddenly banging much louder now and if Y/N didn't know any better, she would say that Bill and Richie were now trying to kick the door down.

All Y/N did was blink and then the water was up to her neck, the water level rising faster than she could think. She cried out one last time before taking a deep breath as the water filled up the whole room. Her lungs were burning as she tugged on the door knob, willing for it to open up and to get out of this death trap.

And just when she was close to slipping away, the door was suddenly kicked in and it was like all the water had disappeared. The only sign of there having been any water at all was the soaked Y/N who was lying on the ground gasping for air as her eyes frantically moved around.

Before she knew it, a figure was above her, hands cupping her face before moving the hair from her face as a voice whispered, "It's okay. You're okay. I got you."

It took a moment of her trying to breath and finally blinking the excess water from her eyes before Y/N managed to focus and lock on a pair of green eyes. At the sight of them, Y/N began to weep, her eyes squeezing shut as Bill pulled her up into a sitting position and held her close. He didn't even care how wet she was, only that she was in his arms and that she was alive after almost two near deaths just that afternoon.

Y/N gripped onto Bill like her life depended on it, her fingers digging into his shirt as she sobbed into his shoulder. Bill felt tears of his own prick his eyes and he held the girl tighter, kissing the side of her head as he continued to whisper, "It's okay. I got you. You're okay."

The two didn't even get a chance to hold onto each other for very long before a chorus of screams yelled, "Help! Help!"

Y/N and Bill could recognize those screams anywhere and Y/N was quick to pull away from Bill, their faces mere inches from each other as tears streamed down her face. "Eddie," she whispered and that was enough to have them both scrambling to their feet.

They made it to the stairs at the same time as Richie who was doing who knows what while Bill comforted Y/N, but obviously something that had him shaking from fear. The three practically fell down the stairs from how fast they were running and followed the screams until they were close to the kitchen.

"Eddie!" Y/N and Richie yelled as they ran into the kitchen with Bill behind them. All three of them froze at the sight of Eddie sitting on the ground with a broken arm while It was practically on top of him with his hand over the boy's face and his teeth showing.

It turned to look at them and dropped his hold on Eddie as he smirked at the three. His gaze was enough to make Y/N shiver and she suddenly felt a lot colder than she did by just being wet from the water.

"This isn't real enough for you, Billy?" It asked, his voice making Y/N gulp while Bill subconsciously took a small step in front of Y/N. "I'm not real enough for you?"

"Holy shit!" Richie muttered in disbelief while Y/N shook in pure fear.

"It was real enough for Georgie," It said and that was enough to make Bill go pale. Before the three could blink, It was running at them. Y/N cried out in fear and grabbed onto Bill while Richie hugged her side. All three of them could only watch in horror as the clown moved at an inhuman like speed.

However, he was instantly stopped when from out of no where Beverly appeared, stabbing the clown in the head with a steel pipe. The other Losers ran in not too long after her and they all watched with wide eyes as the clown froze, it's blood floating into the air while it made a sound that sounded like a sob.

Y/N was the first to snap to attention and she pushed all of her fear and pain aside to run past the clown and over to Eddie who was on the verge of an attack. For she could protect Eddie if she was by his side.

"Get Eddie! Get Eddie!" Richie yelled once he saw what Y/N was doing.

Y/N was still drenched but Eddie didn't seem to care as the girl pulled him into an embrace, holding his head to her chest as she gently rocked him back and forth while the two desperately tried to calm themselves down.

There was a lot of incoherent screaming as Bill, Beverly, and Richie rushed over to the two who were gripping onto each other for dear life as they struggled not to cry. Eddie held onto Y/N with his one good arm so tightly that she knew there would be bruises from where he was holding her, but she didn't care.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Eddie yelled once he saw It turn to them, a chorus of screams leaving everyone's mouth at the sight of the deformed clown. It began to move to them which only made Y/N and Eddie panic more. But unlike Eddie who was screaming for dear life and crying, Y/N had her eyes squeezed shut and was rocking her and Eddie even faster as she sobbed.

"Look at me! Look at me!" Richie yelled at Eddie as he tried to help Y/N in calming him down, but only Y/N was able to calm Eddie down the way they needed him to be and they all knew she was losing it at that moment so that wasn't helping.

There was the sound of laughter and Y/N let her eyes open up for a second and instantly regretted it as she watched It claw Ben across the stomach. "Ben!" Y/N shrieked, her whole body going numb as she watched the clown with pure fear coursing through her body.

To everyone's surprise, the clown slowly began to back out of the room leaving everyone a mess except for Bill who was watching It leave with a bit of confusion before he got up and began to run after the clown as he yelled, "Don't let It get away!"

Mike and Stan were trying to help Ben while Beverly slowly slid down the wall into a sitting position with her hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes. As for Richie, he was trying to calm Eddie and Y/N down, but that was before he saw Eddie's broken arm which was hanging at an odd angle.

"Fuck!" Richie yelled, instantly drawing attention to the boy's arm and making Beverly gasp in pure shock.

She hurried over and gulped before yelling out, "Bill, we have to help Eddie." The boy came back in an instant while Eddie shook his head violently in Y/N's hold and yelled out, "Nooooo, Nooooo!"

"I'm gonna snap your arm into place!" Richie exclaimed while Eddie looked at him with a death glare and screamed, "Do not fucking touch me! Do not fucking touch me!"

Y/N knew what was about to happen and stopped her sobbing in order to focus on the situation at hand. She tried to steady her breathing and held onto Eddie tighter as she whispered, "It's okay. You'll be okay. It's okay."

The words seemed to work for a moment as Eddie got distracted, but that was enough time for Richie to say, "Well, one, two, three." He then snapped it back into place and Eddie cried out in pain before falling back against Y/N, completely drained both physically and emotionally.

The two began to sob as they held onto each other and Bill gulped before grabbing their arms, "Come on! We need to get out of here!"

The group helped the two to their feet, but Eddie and Y/N didn't dare let go of each other, both knowing that they wouldn't be able to walk out there without the other by their side. They were each other's lifeline at the moment and that much was evident by the way they gripped onto each other's good arms and ran out of the house with the others surrounding them.

They didn't stop running until they were far away from the house and it was then and only then, with the house so far gone that they couldn't even see it, that they all broke.

Everyone was hugging each other as they desperately tried to come to terms with what had happened, but Y/N swore she would never forget the moment that she collapsed into her cousin's arms, muttering out a weak, "Stanley," before breaking down while he held onto her so tight she could barely breath.

One thing was for sure—Y/N Uris never wanted to see that fucking house ever again.

- - -

"You! You did this," Mrs. Kaspbrak hissed as she pointed at each of the children. "You know how delicate he is," she pointed out as she grabbed the back of Eddie's neck and dragged him towards their car.

"We were atacked, M-M-Mrs. K," Bill tried to argue while Eddie was shoved by them and towards the car. Eddie and Y/N locked eyes and both were teary eyes as they looked at each other, both knowing this wasn't going to end well.

"No, don't. Don't try to blame anyone else. . ." Mrs. Kaspbrak spat before closing the car door behind Eddie who had begun to silently cry in the car as he cradled his arm to his chest. Mrs. Kaspbrak, shaking from anger, dropped her keys onto the ground which Beverly went to pick up.

"Let me-" Beverly began in a kind voice as she bent down, but Mrs. Kaspbrak was quick to stop her as she grabbed the keys herself.

"Get back!" Mrs. Kaspbrak yelled aggressively making Y/N frown and grab onto Beverly's arm before pulling the red head to her side. Mrs. Kaspbrak glared at Beverly and muttered, "Oh, I've heard of you Miss Marsh. . .and I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my son."

"Mrs. Kaspbrak, will all due respect, you are supposed to be the adult and Beverly is a child. So if you could please get out of her face and be reasonable for a second, maybe we can talk-" Y/N began as she gently pushed Beverly behind her and put herself in between the red head and the older woman.

Mrs. Kaspbrak scoffed, instantly shutting Y/N up as she began to laugh and took a step closer to her. "Well if it isn't Y/N Uris. It was better when you stopped coming around here. It made everyone's life better and look what's happened now that you're back. Your parents were bitches when they were here too, but I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh? I don't want you near my son ever again, you hear?" she practically hissed, chuckling at the tears that had sprung in the girl's eyes as she bit her lip.

Eddie watched with horror in his eyes from his car and as soon as his mother had walked away, he looked to Y/N with an apologetic look as tears rolled down her face. The girl's lips only trembled and she looked away, an action that made Eddie let out a small sob as he looked away.

They both knew that she wasn't mad at him, but Mrs. Kaspbrak's words had struck a nerve even if they weren't true. After all, if she knew all that Y/N did for her boy, she would probably be praising her rather than degrading her.

"Ms. K, I. . ." Bill began, trying to lower the blow of this conversation despite the redness of his cheeks that had formed out of pure anger at what she had said to Y/N.

"No, you are all monsters, all of you!" Mrs. Kaspbrak yelled. "And Eddie is done with you, you hear, done!" She then stormed away and got into her car before driving away as fast as she could, taking a crying Eddie with her.

Y/N found herself running out into the street, staring after the car which was driving far away. The others quickly joined her and Bill was by her side in a second, his hand gently brushing against hers before latching on to let her know that he was there. Stan appeared on her other side not even a second later and the two cousins shared a look before looking back at the car.

Y/N watched the car go and felt her heart ache for the boy who was like her brother. And knowing that she could possibly never see him again hit her so hard that she couldn't stop the tear rolling down her face as the car drove out of sight.

The car hadn't even been gone for long before Bill turned around to look at the others, momentarily letting go of Y/N's hand in order to turn before grabbing her other one once he was turned around.

"I saw the well," he announced making everyone look to him, some confused while a few looked at him in shock. Was he seriously going on about this now? After everything that had just happened? "W-W-W-W-We know where it is and next time we'll be better prepared."

"Next time?" Y/N blanched, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach at the thought.

"No! No next time, Bill!" Stan exclaimed as he glared at the boy and gently tugged his cousin to his side, effectively pulling the two's hands away from each other. "You're insane!"

"Why? We all know nobody else is going to do anything," Beverly said while Y/N looked at her and Bill with wide eyes.

"Eddie was nearly killed, Y/N got her leg sliced up and almost drowned, and look at this motherfucker, he's leaking hamburger helper!" Richie yelled as he gestured towards Ben who was holding onto his bloody stomach.

Y/N winced and Stan wrapped an arm around her protectively, grimacing slightly at how damp she still was but holding her tight nonetheless.

"We can't pretend it's going to go away," Beverly insisted. "Ben, you said yourself It comes back every 27 years."

"Fine!" Ben exclaimed. "I'll be forty and far away from here. I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too."

"Because I want to run towards something, not away," Beverly argued, a look of pure surprise and disbelief on her face as she looked at Ben.

"I'm sorry but who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?" Richie questioned causing Y/N to sigh and Beverly to flick him off.

"Richie. . ." Y/N and Stan sighed, both of the Uris cousins looking to the boy who shrugged.

"I'm just saying, lets face facts. Real world Georgie is dead," Richie said causing Y/N's mouth to drop open at the boy in disbelief. "Stop trying to get us killed too."

Richie went to walk past Bill who grabbed onto him in anger and said, "Georgie's not dead."

"You couldn't save him but you could still save yourself," Richie insisted as he once again tried to wall away but Bill was quick to stop him.

"No! T-T-T-Take it back," Bill said, tears filling his eyes. "You're scared and we all are but take it back." The boy then shoved Richie as hard as he could and Y/N looked at him in shock.

"Bill!" Y/N exclaimed, but Richie was already shoving Bill back who quickly grabbed Richie and punched him in the face causing the boy to fall to the ground.

"Holy shit! Bill, what the fuck?" Y/N yelled as she pushed the boy away, tears in her eyes and anger evident on her face. Bill's eyes locked with hers and she stood before him staring at him in disbelief while the others were quick to help Richie up.

She couldn't believe Bill had just done that. She understood that he was upset about what Richie had said but that gave him no right to punch his friend like that especially when Bill knew that Richie would never go as far as to punch him. That was not the Bill she knew and quite frankly, she didn't like this side of him.

"What are you doing?" Y/N finally whispered, tears rolling down her face while Bill just looked at her in shock, his heart breaking at the disappointment evident on her face.

"You're such a fucking loser!" Richie exclaimed once he was back on his feet. He tried to lunge for Bill and that was enough to have Bill snap out of it and go to lunge at Richie. Y/N's eyes widened and she quickly grabbed Bill and began to pull him back while Stan and Mike grabbed Richie who was freaking out.

"You're a bunch of losers!" Richie exclaimed while he was struggling against his friends' grasps. As for Bill, he was trying to get away from Y/N who was holding onto him, but couldn't help himself from relaxing slightly in her hold, especially once he knew she was watching him. "You're gonna get yourself killed trying to catch a stupid clown!"

"Stop!" Y/N finally yelled and both of the boys ceased their struggling to look at her as she stared at them. She was still holding onto Bill and even though she was mad at him, let her head fall against his arm as she let out a small sob.

Why was this all happening? The stuff with It, Eddie being taken away, their fighting? Why? And why the fuck could she not stop crying?

"This is what It wants. It wants to divide us. We were all together when we hurt it. That's why we're still alive," Beverly told them as Y/N moved her head from Bill's arm to look at the girl, using a hand to wipe away her tears as she did.

"Yeah? Well I plan to keep it that way," Richie muttered as he walked past them, bumping his shoulder against Bill's on purpose as he left. Stan began to walk after him, but hesitated before looking back at his cousin who was still gripping onto Bill's arm.

It was then that Y/N knew that she had to make a choice and when Bill looked to her, they both knew what her choice was. Both of them looked at each other with tear filled eyes and Y/N shakily pulled away from the boy.

She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but no words came out as the two just stared at each other. Bill shook his head ever so slightly, a tear rolling down his face that only made Y/N's face contort in pain at the sight.

Knowing it would hurt the longer that she took, Y/N turned and was quick to run over to her cousin, the two instantly linking arms before beginning to walk away and to their bikes. Y/N glanced over her shoulder once to find the rest of the Losers staring after them, but it was Bill's face that broke her. It looked as if his heart had just been ripped out of his chest and stomped on, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at her heartbrokenly.

Y/N had to look away and hopped onto Stan's bike before he began to pedal away. It was then that she came to terms with what had just happened.

But she couldn't have stayed. She didn't want to die. And after today where she had almost died twice, she never wanted to be put into that situation again nor see her friends in that situation. She was only a kid after all. Why should she have to deal with this when this summer was just supposed to be a time for her and Stan to enjoy themselves?

A sniffle had the girl snapping out of her thoughts and she turned her head to look at Stan who was biting his quivering lip as a few tears fell from his eyes. The sight made Y/N's heart break and she was quick to wrap her arms around him tighter and lean her head against his back, a sign that she was still there. This was enough to make Stan sigh as he leaned back and into his cousin’s hold.

For as long as they had each other, they would never be alone. And they would be there to help each other get through this just like they always would.

And with that, everyone began to go their separate ways.

The Losers Club was over.

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Ripping 9 to 5 - Farmer

John's city life fitted him perfectly, but sometimes it just became too much. Which is why he needed to escape to the countryside, back to his roots, just for a week or so to de-stress.

Going on another hike around the fields in the area he was staying, John couldn't help but appreciate the fresh air. Climbing over a fence into the next field, following what John thought was a public footpath sign, he sighed at the rustic beauty of the next field with its golden knee height wheat stretching for what looked like miles. It seemed that this was around the season of harvest for this crop however as about a quarter of the field had already been cut by a tractor slowly making it's route through the field.

As John began to wade through the crops at the edge of the field he was so engrossed in the beauty of the scene to he failed to notice that the sound of the tractor had stopped and the new sound of rustling through crops was getting ever closer to him.

"Oi what are you doing here?"

A rough voice jolted John out of his trance so aggressively that he stumbled backwards and fell down. From the uncomfortable floor of the field John looked up to see a disgruntled looking man. Unable to gather any thoughts John just took in the sight of him, tall, firm, visibly sweating, a light tan and a shirt with a considerable amount of buttons going unused. Still shocked all John could do was stutter at the man above him and try not to get to excited by just the sight of him.

"You do know this field is private property don't you?"

"Private?" Was all John could get out in response attempting to regain some composure in the face of the personification of his sexuality.

"Yup that sign in the gate says so" the piercing look he gave John made him quiver "So what are you doing here huh? You trespassing?"

The last question made John panic, realising the potential of the consequences, he sat up and with a little confidence says "No, no I'm just here hiking I must have gotten lost..."

The farmer seemed to relax a little after that but still looked a bit uncomfortable. Turning away from John to give some thought to what to do next, John was greeted with the sight of the man's bubbling ass barely being contained by a pair of tatty jeans. The jeans didn't leave much to the imagination with man holes and ladders of fabric especially concentrated around the ass area and specifically the crack. It couldn't have been practical but that wasn't what John was focused on. The area could have also been the area where the rugged man was the most sweaty with a natural musk radiating from the area. It did things to John's brain only making him want to get closer and lean in.

Pssssssssshhhhhh

It could have easily been mistaken for a gust of wind but John wasn't that stupid, and the raunchy cheesy odour which began to dominate John's senses backed up his theory. But he was now too busy wretching to do anything about it.

This was also the same time the farmer finally decided to let out a sigh and turn back around with a smile.

"I guess I can't blame you for getting lost, I'll take you back to the farmhouse and I'll find you a map to head you in the right direction."

But John was not able to accept the kindness as he was still gagging over the unbelievable stench of what could have only been some new strain of particularly toxic flatulence. Offering his hand to help John up the farmer realised his mistake.

"Oh sorry about that, it was dying to come out, but shit it really did a number on you..." Once John was up he had pretty much recomposed himself but was still in a state of shock from the fumes he had been exposed to, he wasn't even able to process how close he was to the glistening musky farmer. "Oh and I'm Andy by the way nice to meet you!"

Andy begun shaking John's hand, the force of his massive arms making John's stumble and was only able to mutter out his name.

Finally letting go Andy decided it would be quicker to get back to the farmhouse if they took the tractor so he lead John towards the hefty vehicle. While following John was able to take in the vision of the whole man in front of him, it was hard to keep his eyes of that ass though shaking in front of him. It was so eye catching that John didn't realise when Andy stopped suddenly causing him to walk right into it. Andy right leg was cocked up and before John could understand the pose he heard it.

FRRRRRRRAPPPPPPPPPPT

"Aww yeah that was a good one" Andy seemingly in his element barely registered what he was doing wasn't particularly normal "Oh I would apologize for what you're gonna get back there but you shoulda been looking where you were going." He said with a grin. The smell which finally hit John's nostrils was rough, a wave of cheesy stink thorwing him off guard.

While still disgusted at the man's stench John couldn't help but feel a certain kind of way about this man's rough attitude.

When they reached the tractor Andy was almost gentlemanly in helping John climb up into it first, the physical contact of his hands on him giving him a rush of excitement. But the feeling quickly wore off as when John took the only seat in the vehicle, Andy decided that the best way to deal with this was to dramatically sit his ass on John's lap.

"Ah sorry if I'm a bit heavy man, but hey at least you got the best view." rubbing his ass in a bit John realised that he wasn't wrong about either, with his ass and lower back eclipsing most of John's sight.

The past five minutes had wholly overwhelmed John with the duality of his flirtatious interactions with the man but also his unfortunate intimacy with his farts. But having the man so forwardly to practically give him a lap dance, meant that any chance of logical thinking had been abandoned.

When Andy started up the tractor the noise of the vehicle overpowered any chance of conversation meaning all John could do was attempt to enjoy the ride while not getting crushed by the hunk sitting on him. The terrain meant the ride was incredibly bumpy and becuase of this Andy's ass was vibrating all over John's crotch, it took all of his willpower to not immediately pop a boner but that was made even harder when Andy looked over his shoulder and gave John a smirk and a knowing wink. The shaking of Andy's ass seemed to increase and grow deeper and John couldn't tell why until it was made obvious by the smell hitting his nostrils. The rancid reeking stink of Andy's ass gas seemed neverending and the large vibrations on his lap seemed to carry on for minutes as well. And in spite of the sound of the machinery John could easily make out the growing sound of the gas coming straight from Andy's behind.

RRRRRRAAAAAPTTTT

The disgusting yet pleasureful sensation didn't seem to stop until right before the tractor stopped moving. By that time John's trousers had been permanently ingrained with the stink of Andy's rectum and his brain still remained indecisive on if he should flee from the stinking farm worker or never leave.

Finally getting off John's lap, Andy practically lifted him out of the tractor and with his now unchanging naughty smile he lead the still-groggy-from-over-exposure-to-flatulence John to the bench outside his humble farmhouse.

"I'm sorry if the ride was rough" he said obviously joking to John "I've gotten a couple complaints about bad smells I think it's something to do with the fuel I use.... definitely nothing to do with this!" smacking his massive jean clad ass as he finished to make obvious what he was referencing.

Andy gestured for John to lie down on the bench in front of the house since he was feeling so rough which John happily agreed to. John also didn't complain about the view when the farmer began unbuttoning most of his shirt obviously making himself as comfortable as he pleased.

"Now I obviously want to help you get on your way, but to be honest I recommend you get a nap first since you don't really seem to be in any condition to take in directions right now." Maybe it was his state of mind but John found this idea perfectly reasonable. "And of course if you can't get to sleep that easily I can always help..." With that the farmer slowly turned around chuckling lightly as he began to squat his gargantuan ass over John's face "See you on the other side."

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRAPPTTT

And like that John was out.

John woke up in a bed he didn't recognise, but what he could recognise was the farmer now only in a pair of alarmingly tight worn out briefs sitting in a chair next to him. John was pretty sure he didn't just have morning wood, and it was clear to see with there being no sheets on the bed.

"Sometimes I forget how much power my gas has, it feels like you've been out for hours." Andy stood up to look over John, but unlike the intimidating farmer he met earlier in the day, this man had a much more sensual charming look in his eyes.

His crotch eye level with John Andy lifted his chin so they were looking straight at eachother "Not to be too forwards but out of everyone who's stumbled upon this farm you're the only one who's shown any kind of positive reaction to my expulsions." In saying positive reactions his eyes flitted over to John's obviously erect member. "So understand me if I don't really want to lose you too quickly."

This was a lot for John especially just after waking up, the man was a sight to behold, and he certainly seemed like he would be able to protect John but his gas was toxic, even if he did know how to use it well... just thinking about the day got John confused but further turned on.

"You see planting so many crops it would be very useful to have a bit of an air filter around since I do tend to kind of pollute the plants sometimes, like seriously do you hear this?" Jutting his ass out Andy let out a quick powerful blast.

PPPPRRRAP

It wasn't even facing John but the smell got the message across. It did feel like Andy never stopped farting but John was starting to realise that this was less and less of a problem for him. For the first time John's smile matched Andy's and he leaned closer to him from the bed.

"It's good to see that you agree with me, I think my ass does as well." With that Andy turned away from John but of course that meant his bulbous musky ass was closer than ever to John's face. And John didn't need any more of an invitation than that. Diving into the pillowy cheeks John knew this was where he belonged. And when the butt blew out a long explosive gust of toxic gas John's polluted brain was already getting hooked on the smell.

Later that week John realised how quickly he had gotten used to his new lifestyle as he stirred yet another can of baked beans on the stove. Bringing the plate of beans out to the front of the house the rugged farmer met him taking the plate and began to eat again, all he needed to thank him was to casually raise his leg and let his butt blow John a kiss.

FRRRRAAARP

When the Andy turned around to meet John's lustful stare with a Devilish grin, he knew the wave of stink had hit hard.

(Finally back, of course suggestions welcome as always but got some plans for new stories in the near future :)

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sicjimin · 3 years

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🍳 Get the Egg Away 🍳

A.N : based on anon's idea few days ago about pregnant yoongi. A little bit angst but i dont know .. if this good enough .. since im suck at writing angst or something with plot shsjshss i hope you like it. Sorry for keep filling you with mpreg stories :") (i know the title is lame)

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting, mpreg

"What kind of demon possessed you this morning?", Yoongi asks, his brow furrowed and his hand busy rubbing his stomach that now has become prominent with his 5 months pregnancy. He sits on the counter, resting his head on his palm, looking at Namjoon that currently in a war with the pan. Yoongi giggles.

"What are you laughing about? I could have been cursed.", Namjoon says as he flips the pan over, the flames from the stove almost making him flinch away but he manages to hold it together, "but I wasn't."

"I tried to be a good husband", Namjoon says, smiling in satisfaction when he sees the egg looks decent. He lifts it up, placed it on the toast with bacon along with strawberry jam and butter too- Hobi's recipe that he grows fond of.

He grins once he finished the plating, slides it in front of his boyfriend, "Here, your breakfast. Made specially by me"

Out of every expression he was expecting from Yoongi, scrunching his face with disgust definitely is not on the list.

"Egg?", Yoongi asks with disbelief while looking down at the plate. Namjoon frowns at the tone.

" Yes? Is there anything wrong?"

Yoongi doesn't say a word, but he can see the look in his eyes. obvious Yoongi is pissed. Namjoon doesn't know what he did wrong to cause such a reaction out of his boyfriend.

He wants to apologize immediately, but his pride was holding him back. "You dont want to eat that?"

"No", Yoongi pulls the plate away again.

Now. Namjoon is pissed.

"I know i'm not a good cooker, like you, but what's wrong with that? Is me cooking for you is that bad?" Namjoon tries to defend himself, to reason with Yoongi.

But that doesn't work.

"Joon, I don't want eggs."

Namjoon looks at him. A deep frown on his lips. Yoongi never refuses an egg and always eats them before anyone else.

"What? Why?'

Yoongi huffs, " I just not ! I think i have told you thousand times before that i can't eat eggs?"

"I would've remembered if you told me. When is it?"

"You know, 2 days ago. I threw up after eating our ramen that had egg in there!", Yoongi says, voice slightly raised and Namjoon frown again, " You throw up nearly everyday and every time hyung. How am i supposed to know that it the eggs that makes you sick?", he asks and Yoongi shakes his head in defeat. "You should've known if you care about me", he pouts now. Fiddling with his sweater. Namjoon would coos at the sight right now, Yoongi's chubby cheeks, his little bump that drowns in his fluffy baby blue sweater, and the pink lips that forming a pout ... Gosh. His boyfriend is too adorable for his good — if he's not fuming with emotion right now.

Namjoon scoffs, " You're not making any sense now, Yoongi"

And that makes his boyfriend snap his head, "It's still hyung for you, Joon-ah", he points out, " And what's not make any sense? I just say that i cant eat eggs! It's making me nauseous. Why you had to make it as a big deal?"

"Well, maybe because i wake up early to prepare this and because of the egg you refused to eat it?", Namjoon ran his fingers through his blonde hair, looking at everywhere else but Yoongi as he knows he would just forget everything and apologize if he sees the older. " I can't believe we argue about the egg. Pregnancy really make you more irritable, hyung"

"Is that what you think? Me? Irritable and annoying?", Namjoon turns his gaze immediately after he registers what he just said. There is Yoongi, looking at him with tears covering his orbs.

Fuck, Namjoon, you're so stupid-

" No no hyung that whats i mean-", Namjoon stammered, moving his way to the other side of the counter, wanting to hug his boyfriend but Yoongi swatted his hand, "Then what am i suppose to take that sentence? I hear you loud and clear. Glad to know what you've been thinking this whole time", Yoongi said through his teeth, wiping his tears with the back of his hands, sniffling.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Now Namjoon feels even worse. Why was it this hard?

" Hyung", he says, trying to get closer, reaching out and grabbing Yoongi's hand to bring it into his lap. But instead, the older reach out for the plate and take a mouthful of it, "Thank you for breakfast. You should eat, we gonna be late"

"Hyung .. you shouldn't eat it if that makes you nauseous", Namjoon tells, his voice small and scared as he watches the elder slowly chewing on what he had in his mouth.

"I don't care if i vomit or something" Yoongi shrugs, taking another bite.

"But it might upset your baby—"

"You were mad at me earlier because i dont want to eat it, now you tell me not to, what do you want, Joon-ah?", Yoongi sighs.

The words are out of Namjoon's mouth. So he just stares quietly as Yoongi takes more.

" Stop staring at me and have your breakfast, Joonie"

And then the only sound of fork and knife surrounding them. Namjoon still can't tear his gaze from the older. He noticed how Yoongi could take a moment before swallowing. The hesitation everytime he gonna lift his fork, and how he takes a long time to chew. He even noticed when Yoongi's body jolts a little with quiet gag.

"You don't have to finish it hyung", Namjoon voices breaking Yoongi's nauseated haze. He hates seeing his boyfriend in pain, he doesn't want him to feel any. Yoongi shook his head as soon as he heard that.

"You made it, so i'll eat it".

He took another gulp.

A couple of minutes pass with both of them silent.

Yoongi finishes first.

He places the empty plate on the sink, before he stood up and leave for their shared bedroom, " I will get ready"

Namjoon nods softly, quickly to finish his food too before heading upstairs.

Namjoon's eyes widen once he opened their bedroom door. He can't found Yoongi anywhere, but there's a sound from the bathroom. He walks there, standing silently. His heart skipped a beat when he heard a small gag, then followed by a rush of liquid filling the bowl. Yoongi is vomiting.

He didn't bother to knock as he turns the handle.

Yoongi's eyes were screwed shut, hands wrapped around the rim of the bowl as he puked until the last bit came out. Namjoon steps further inside, looking at his boyfriend who now laid his head onto the toilet seat, eyes closed and breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?"

Yoongi shakes his head, before he groans and lifts himself again. His shoulder rolls as he belched into the bowl, more of brown vomit spilling from his lips. Yoongi's face is flushed red, his eyes are red as well, and his hair is damp because of sweat.

Namjoon approaches Yoongi, sitting beside him while rubbing circles on Yoongi's back with a comforting palm.

"You're doing great baby, let it out"

And Yoongi does. He continues emptying the contents of his stomach, gasping between his breaths with his nose scrunched up as he could register the toast he just ate, barely disgested, floating on the murky water below him. And the taste that lingers on his tongue only makes everything worst. His stomach twist, his head spins and he couldn't hold back the urge to vomit again.

"Your egg—uuurrkkkk", Yoongi manages to spit before turning his head. But the action caused the sick feeling to worsen and Yoongi pukes again.

" I know, i'm sorry, just finish it first hyung", Namjoon whispers.

When Yoongi is done throwing up. Namjoon helps him wipe his mouth with a wet towel and wipes his face with the same cloth.

"Are you feeling better?", Namjoon asks while he helped him lie down, Yoongi groaning as he did, letting himself rest on the soft mattress. His back aches after hunching over the toilet for a long time. His stomach is sore, and the baby keeps kicking there just adding more to the discomfort he felt. Then his argument that causing him to throw up earlier with Namjoon showing up.

Yoongi nods before placing a hand on his abdomen and rub soothingly, ducking his head down as he felt his emotion starts rising. Tears stinging behind his eyes, and before he knows, he sobs.

" Hey hey, baby, why are you crying?", Namjoon sits down next to his lover, hugging Yoongi close and letting the older cry against his chest. Yoongi clings onto him tightly, sobbing. " I'm sorry, hyung. I just didn't mean to make you sick, i swear."

"Everything feels horrible", Yoongi hiccups. He didn't care if his words come out slurred, " My stomach sore, the baby keeps kicking and making me nauseous, my back aches so bad and so is my feet, and your damn egg-", he rants in between sobs. Namjoon hushed him gently, rubbing his arm and kissing his crown.

"Shh, shh, i'm sorry hyung", Namjoon kisses the top of his boyfriend's head. And he continued holding him. Yoongi finally lets go of him with his tears dripping on Namjoon's shirt.

" Can we ...", Yoongi sniffles again, and it sounds like his throat hurts.

"... stay at home today? .."

Namjoon looks at him, "What?".

" I don't want to go anywhere. Now I've thrown up once, i know I will throw up more since my stomach still queasy", Yoongi mumbles.

" Okay", Namjoon answers immediately, " We can stay at home. Do you want anything?"

"No", Yoongi shuffles, getting comfortable on the bed, " but .. your baby kinda misses you. Can you stop making them kicking me?"

Namjoon looks at him, confused. "And how do i do that?"

Yoongi takes his wrist, slides his sweater up so it showed his bump, and placing Namjoon's palms there, motioning it against his skin, "Like that"

Namjoon laughs, "Just say you want me to rub your tummy and go"

"There's a baby now!", Yoongi pouts.

"Stop pouting or i will kiss you"

"I still taste like puke", Yoongi whines.

"Okay fine", Namjoon chuckles, " Your stomach grumbles loudly though. I can sense some kicking too", he says after a while.

"I know. It makes me nauseous when the baby moving a lot", Yoongi huffs in annoyance.

Namjoon giggles at his reaction, "It's nice to hear you complaining. I love you"

"Hnngg", Yoongi replies, "Don't you say i'm irritable?", he teases. Namjoon's face immediately falls, " I'm sorry hyung, I didn't mean that"

"I was teasing you Joonie", Yoongi smiles at him.

He brings him closer, "I know i become more annoying as im pregnant. But i can't help it, my mood control me most of the time"

"I know, i love you. I really didn't see it as anything annoying, but more too adorable. Seeing you pouts every time you complain", Namjoon grins, leaning forward to steal a kiss. Gaining gasps from the older, before his face scrunched and he clamping his mouth as he suddenly gagging.

" Joon-ah, trashcan. Now", Yoongi groaned.

Namjoon gets up from the bed and grabs the trashcan, walking back to Yoongi, placing it on the older laps as the silver-haired boy immediately hunching over it. Heaving trickle of bile and saliva as he still empty, haven't eaten anything yet.

Namjoon staring at him, "Why are you suddenly nauseous?"

A gag escaping his parted lips and a few seconds later Yoongi vomits again. "Your lips-", he chokes out before another bile making him jolts forward, "-it taste like eggs"

Namjoon stares at him, mouth agape. His eyes widened, "Gosh, you really hate eggs now?"

Yoongi pukes, before he nods and sniffles. Lifting his head a bit when his stomach calmed down, "I told you"

×××

"What did you cook now?", Yoongi greets his boyfriend that already busy in the kitchen, again, the next morning.

" Pancake", Namjoon says, gaining a hum from Yoongi as he propped himself on the counter.

Yoongi squints his eyes when he sees something different on their fridge. A sticky note.

He steps down from his seat, and walks -more like waddles- to there, taking the sticky notes.

"What is it, Joon?", he asks. Not aware how fast Namjoon turns his body and blush covering his cheeks.

" Shit, you're not supposed to see that"

Yoongi laughs, his shoulder shakes, "Seriously, Joonie? " Don't cook eggs. Yoongi hates eggs. Eggs ❌" ?"

Namjoon groans, taking the notes from Yoongi that still chuckling. "I just dont want to make you accidentally sick again"

"Oohh, you're down bad for me Joon-ah"

Namjoon rolls his eyes, "Shut up hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!namjoon #and again another mpreg fic

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