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my skin is still reacting to skincare products i haven't used in three days and the only thing my skin can currently tolerate is vaseline so i'm in a special kind of sensory hell (itchy painful face covered in vaseline) . also my whole fridge smells like the lovely mango salsa i made but can't eat bc i reacted to the onion in it 💔💔💔
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I have no idea where this came from I’m all icky sicky today and needed some Nanami comfort. ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა♡
tags: a bit of smut, mostly fluff, domestic king Nanami Kento
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Nanami isn’t ever a boyfriend he literally starts acting like a husband from day zero.
Nanami finds out your favorite flowers, because he asks u like a grown ass man, and he is getting you flowers every 2 weeks on the dot as soon as the old ones are needing to be thrown away.
Nanami is making sure he’s got the kind of soap/lotion/toothpaste you like at his place for when you sleep over. Nanami loves watching you do your nightly skincare routine, sitting up in bed barely paying attention to the book in his hands because he’s just so enamored with you.
Nanami is truly addicted to the pussy. He spends hours down on you, lapping and sucking and fucking his thick tongue into you. From the jump, too. He’s eating your pussy the night of your first date. He’s getting you off more than once that night— the first one wasn’t for you, not even the second, those were just for Kento, because he is a greedy man. By the time he’s rolling a condom on to fuck you, you’ve cum more times from just his tongue than any other man has cumulatively.
Nanami’s learning your love language and showing you his own. He’s big on acts of service and quality time. He prefers a quiet night in and cooking a meal together. He likes ordering in on lazy Friday nights. He likes going grocery shopping with you. He likes the way your fingers brush his as he hands you a dish to dry. You dry, he washes. The soapy water would chip your manicure.
Nanami asks your friends to figure out what kind of engagement ring you want. He wants it to be a surprise but he also wants to ensure you get exactly what you want. He proposes on the beach, the same one you walked barefoot on after your first date. He gets down on one knee where you stopped him that night to admire the sunset and pulled him into a kiss. Kento took a mental note as to exactly where you were standing because in that moment he knew he was going to marry you.
Nanami is a wife guy, through and through. He is at his best when you’re beside him. He takes care of you, but never gets in the way of your goals. He dotes on you but knows you are his equal and his partner. He asks you for your opinions when he’s got a big decision to make at work. He is vulnerable with you, he’s patient, he’s so kind.
Nanami ensures that you are dressed to the nines, as a couple, at any work parties, friends wedding, fancy dinners. He always wears something that compliments the dress you pick out. He’s always there to zip you up, moving your hair delicately to the side and putting it back after. He insists to lean down and help you into your heals before walking out the door.
Nanami, of course, opens every door for you, he always has a hand at your back to keep you steady. He always introduces you as his wife with so much pride. And he’s always going to drape his suit jacket over your shoulders before walking outside, even if it’s not really that cold.
Nanami is fucking you deep and raw the second you mention you think it’s a good time to start trying for a baby. He’s got you almost upside down when he’s cumming in you, to make sure you’re pregnant asap. He knocks you up on the first try and is fucking you good throughout your entire pregnancy. One because you swollen and round with his baby makes him feral and two because regular sex and frequent orgasms are important for a healthy pregnancy.
Nanami is committed to his work, but is never home a minute late. Especially after the birth of your first child. As soon as he walks through the door, you’re clocking out and taking a nice luxurious bubble bath while Kento gets some 1:1 time with your infant. He knows how exhausting it is being a new parent, especially when he went back to the 9-5 a few months after your daughter was born and you’re at home with the baby all day. So he leaves work and clocks in for the night shift, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder if you try to get up when the baby’s fussing, telling you that he’s got it. It’s his turn. You’ll cook dinner together while Kento has the baby strapped to his chest. Because the golden rule in Kento’s head is ensuring equitable partnership, making sure that the brunt of childcare doesn’t default to you because of some tired gender-norms, and of course spoiling you and his baby girl every second he can, for the rest of his life. ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა
#nanami kento smut#nanami smut#nanami fluff#nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader smut#nanami kento x reader smut#babble.dollie
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Could I have a yandere rise! turtles with a fem (or GN) s/o who sleeps a lot, like A LOT, but reader would wake up when what the yandere turtles wanted or something serious or etc. Wants some affection? granted. Listening donnie's blabbering about the invention he made? all ears. Movie marathon? lead the way sir. something like that, what would the yan! turtles react?
DO YOU REMEMBAH!! THE 21ST NIGHT OF S— HAAAHHHHHH??????
What’s this??
*snatches paper*
A Request??
“Anonymous asked: Could I have a yandere rise! turtles with a fem (or GN) s/o who sleeps a lot, like A LOT, but reader would wake up when what the yandere turtles wanted or something serious or etc. Wants some affection? granted. Listening donnie's blabbering about the invention he made? all ears. Movie marathon? lead the way sir. something like that, what would the yan! turtles react?”
A/N: Ooo… I like where your head’s at, it’ll be my first time writing the yan boyos, so this will be very interesting. Some of this is inspired by @pianocat939 ‘s adaptation, but lets be honnessttt when is it nottttt
—Yandere!Turtles x reader with hypersomnic tendencies —
Disclaimer: I’m not saying reader has it, just a few symptoms. I don’t condone anything these Yanderes do, this is pure fiction, and should stay that way.
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Raph
It worries him, a lot.
He had asked Donnie to do a full checkup the moment you slept over 11 hours in one setting.
Once he found out there was nothing necessarily wrong, he settles down a little, but he still gets nervous whenever you sleep too much.
He finds himself shaking you awake more often than not, making sure you still had a pulse. At this point, the only way you can get uninterrupted sleep is by quite literally snuggling him into compliance.
You wrap a lazy arm around his neck, and he all but short circuits, all his rebuttals melting away as he nuzzled into your grasp.
He appreciates that this means he can go on missions without worrying that you’re scared without him, cuz’ you’re dozing away in his room, keeping his stuffed animals company ♡
His trust isn’t broken too easily, he tends to make your excuses for you, however, if you’re consistently trying to escape, it’s trouble. After the third attempt, he’ll start locking the door when he leaves on patrol, unintentionally guilt tripping you everytime he has to leave. But you wouldn’t do that, so there’s no worry, just because you’re too sweet ☺️
Speaking of when he has to leave!! He’ll always notify you— you won’t just wake up cold and alone, he’ll gently shake you awake to let you know he’s heading out. Sure he wanted you to sleep through it so his poor little darling wasn’t terrified, but if he knows he’ll be a while, he wants you to know.
Sometimes he’ll just leave a note. but either way, if he leaves? you’ll know.
On occasion, he’ll knit while you cuddle up to him, it just helps melt all his anxieties away, and if he gives you a sweater then you’ll definitely wear it, right?
It’s possible he tries to get you moving on occasion, suggesting you train with him or even go on a walk with him (not outside, literally just around the lair.)
If he does watch movies with you, they’re high action so you both don’t fall asleep. He’s more focused on you, honestly, he wants to know so much about you it’s honestly a little unsettling. Because you’re asleep all the time, he feels like he hasn’t gotten to know you as much as he wants to— so he’s practically memorizing your personality. He’s stuck in the middle, like he knows so much about you and yet nothing at all.
Sicky-Sweet. whenever you start yawning or acting sleepy, he’ll start babying you— asking if you want him to rock you or if you want a snack. He coos over you nonstop, caressing your face with his hands and leaning in to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.
“Regret!! Why is he so double sided? One moment he’s scared the next he’s sweet??” Exactly. Raph’s never been level headed. he tries to be!! Ohhh he tries to be. but you trip. him. up.
He has no idea how much of a loose canon he is, and it ends up hurting the people around him. He gets fidgety when someone so much as mentions how much you sleep, and he’s trying to suppress the sudden urge to punch their lights out as well as desperately explain why there was nothing wrong with you.
Leo
He doesn’t mind. Not one bit.
Out of everyone, he’s probably the one that likes watching you sleep the most other than Mikey. (Creepy ass hoes)
You will never wake up without him either right next to you- playing with your hair and holding you close in his arms, OR CROUCHING OVER YOU WITH THE CREEPIEST F-KING SMILE ON HIS FACE.
“Did you need something?” You ask groggily, eyes focusing in on him. “Nope.” He responds, not even bothering to shake his head. “So I can go back to sleep?” You raise a brow, “Yeah yeah! goaheadbemyguest. :)” he waves his hand to brush off the question, still grinning as his bloodshot eyes bore into you.
If he ever goes on missions while your asleep, he locks the door from the outside— Yknow, just in case you get any ideas ♡. That way, If you need anything, you can just text him!!
and he’ll come running~
“What’s that Raph?” He taunts his eldest brother, smirking as he opens a portal, “Sorry I can’t hear you~ (y/n) needs me!!”
“ Leo do NOT portal away— GHHAH.” If the red-clad turtle had hair, he’d be pulling it out. “we have a foot clan situation here!!”
Leo doesn’t care in the slightest. he never really did. He considers the missions a responsibility he can easily neglect in favor of you. He doesn’t even want to be on the missions, really. He wants to be with you. Your text telling him how horribly dehydrated you are, or starving, or sluggish.. it brings him pure glee. Please have a need he can cater to.
He adores it, your look of helplessness without him— he loves the feeling of making that all go away, and sure it hurts staying away from you for an entire day, but the sound of you calling him, asking him to come home is like wedding bells music to his ears.
Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to pull you out of bed. He adores your sleeping face, but how can he help you if you’re sleeping? So he shakes your shoulder, insisting you just had to see this new movie he picked out.
Hyperactive. He’s not always snuggling up to you, sometimes he’s bouncing off the walls, and the only thing that will calm him down is you. You’re his antidepressant, his stimulant, and his pain relief all in one. He leans forward in his chair when you speak, his eyes dilating in a lovesick manner at the sound of your voice. He’s pretty sure he’s addicted to you— he could listen to you talk all day.
If you sleepily fall over, he is definitely the type to make a “did you just fall for me?” joke. Both canon and Yandere. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.
He considers your sleepiness as a weight off his shoulder, providing for you was so much easier than he thought!! Almost— too easy..! Heheh…
Too easy…
Hey… you weren’t— avoiding him, were you? No.. you couldn’t be! Not after all he’s done for you, right?
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Right?
Donnie
He acts like he doesn’t mind it
After all, from all the cameras he kept in your room, he knew of your tendencies even before you had picked up on them.
Cool Temper. To me, he seems like a very patient Yandere, after all— in his family, he always had to bargain for things that he wanted: uranium, attention, his father’s love— even since childhood! he’s used to it. Honestly, he seems like the type to kidnap you for your anniversary— leaving a love note on your bedside table, lined with a muted, absorbent toxin that would put you to sleep the moment you finished reading. He knew you were susceptible to it, his plan was foolproof, after all, you slept all the time.
In any case, he makes it his number one priority that you’re comfortable while sleeping.
He modified his desk and chair so you could sleep beside him, and snuggle if you so desire. Its become more of a lengthy couch than a chair, but— anything for you.
He treats you like a cat in only one retrospect: if you’re clinging to him- suddenly he can’t go on missions. “Sorry, brothers of mine, I can’t move, I got a ‘cat’ on my lap.”
He tries not to wake you, he feels absolute bliss when you snuggle up to him, addicted to the overwhelming sensation of your touch.
If he ever does feel the need to talk to you, he’s gently brushing his cool hand against your face, analyzing the way your eyes fluttered when you regained consciousness.
He smiles gently, “There’s something I would like to tell you.”
You sit up, leaning against his shoulder to gaze at his monitor.
He had altered it to use an old type of projection, GameCube-style. yknow, the ones that you had to hold up to a lamp because they hardly projected any light? Yeah.
He made it a little easier to view, of course, he still needs to use it, but he knows that looking at a bright screen when you’re tired is the worst. In fact, you actually indirectly improve his sight because of this.
If you start to doze off during his speeches, he feels a little offended, but then his delusional mad scientist brain reasons that it’s because his voice is so soothing.
He can’t help his slight hint of annoyance, though. He was really enjoying talking at to you!
If he really gets in his head, it’s possible he might start thinking you’re sleeping to avoid him. He would ask you about it, trying to seem nonchalant to mask his desperation.
You’re gonna have to reassure him, tell him what you love about him, and the like, because if you are avoiding him, you’re in for a world of hurt.
He’s not above making a ‘cure’ to your sleepiness, and he’s not above giving you his cure without your consent. If this is to spite him, he will take away your one refuge. He should be your safe space! Sure he kidnapped you, but you’re not still mad about that, right? It didn’t matter, because you’d be singing his tune once you lost three days of sleep, someone who sleeps all the time can only handle so much loss of energy.
Mikey
Delusional.
He reasons that the reason you’re so sleepy is because you’re tired from your trials in a mortal body!! His goddess is completely perfect, and there’s no way they could ever get sick!! and if they did, he would literally curse the gods until he were struck by lightning.
Makes you whatever meal you want in bed. His lovely darling shouldn’t have to exert themself!! Not when they’ve already done so much by simply breathing in his direction (not like they had a choice—)
If you’re a still sleeper, he draws you. Taking pictures simply isn’t his style, a mere camera lens could never capture your grace, nor how much adrenaline you gave him. Only his dedicated hand can capture every single detail in your relaxed form.
He’s the one who likes watching you sleep. When he’s not sketching your face, hands, pose, etc— he’s looming over you, unable to keep his hands to himself. How can he? When his goddess is right there and laying so perfectly. You’re practically begging to be in his arms!! and he is nothing but devoted to your happiness, right?
If you’re a restless sleeper, tossing and turning - he spends a lot of time in the kitchen, whipping up an incredible breakfast for when you inevitably complain about a nightmare you had. He’ll always be there for your nightmares ♡ what kind of devotee would he be otherwise?
Wakes you up with hymns he wrote himself, and he’s an excellent lyricist. His obsession shows no bounds, and he gives you a sweet kiss to your forehead as your eyes flutter open— letting him stare in those beautiful eyes.
Maladaptive. When he lays next to you, he feels like he’s in a coffin (in a good way?? Strangely??) it reminds him of the fact that death itself could not tear you two apart. Nothing could hold him back from his dear, and he would fight that so-called god bear handed if they dare lay a finger on his darling.
and how blissful you’ll both be, buried side by side beneath the grass and dirt, roses encompassing your tomb. How happy he’ll be settled into your side just like this, white and orange flowers laid amongst the beauty of him and his divine.
You were a work of art, your death would be just as beautiful as your life. He only wished to be by your side, six feet below the earth didn’t matter in the long run.
He would wake you only for necessities and movies. He loves laying by you, but it’s hard to know everything about his goddess when they were asleep all the time.
When you’re awake, he’s consistently peppering you with sweet praise, the words sticking to your ears like honey as he holds you close.
He laughs at every comment you make towards the film, smooshing his cheek to yours and adding on if he sees fit. He thinks everything you say is like music, the melody putting him at complete ease.
There was no way you weren’t a goddess.
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A/N: JESUS CHRIST WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS— I’m so glad I finally got this finished 😭😭 I hope you enjoy!! I know it gets a little wonky near the ends, but I hope that’s okay. ♡
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#ROTTMNT x reader#tmnt x reader#Leo x reader#donnie x reader#Raph x reader#Mikey x reader#regrettable writing#yandere turtles#yandere leonardo#yandere donatello#yandere raphael#yandere mikey
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hello! i’m like obsessed with your writing and would really like request another marina x reader with the 99.9% immunity and the milking it types of sickie. have a wonderful day/ night 😊
Sniffles and Snuggles
〖Notes: Wow, this is late. I'm sorry it took so long, please enjoy. I know the ending is a bit rushed.〗
〖Summary: Perfect immune system my ass.〗
〖Word Count: 1884 〗
〖Pairing: marina x reader〗
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You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten sick. Not an exaggeration, you genuinely couldn’t remember. Maya had a stomach bug a few months ago and she had assured you that you would end up getting it, basically promising that you would soon be joining her on the bathroom floor.
Not to brag, but you hadn’t. Instead, you’d managed to take care of the firefighter and Carina, who had succumbed to the same illness only hours after Maya. Your girlfriends were incredibly glad that you hadn’t gotten sick, both because they needed help (though they’d never admit it) and because you were….somewhat of a pain when you got sick.
It didn’t happen often, it practically never happened, but when it did you got hit hard. And when you got hit hard, you got a tad whiny. They both agreed that you had the right to be overdramatic when you got sick it was never a minor cold, it was the flu, pneumonia, food poisoning, strep, and even chickenpox. The three of you were all confused about that last one, but you had been holding onto your girlfriends with everything you had.
The morning you woke up with a stuffy nose and a sore throat you knew that you were in for a week of hell. The alarm blared in your ear, pleading with you to turn it off and get ready for the day. The sound hammered against your skull, pounding nails of fire into your brain. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t make yourself get up. You couldn’t move, your stiff limbs absolutely refused the orders to move.
“Y/n, turn it off,” Maya grumbled, nudging you in the hip with her knee. She was wrapped around Carina with one of her legs draped over your torso. The woman was practically the definition of a bed hog, but you couldn’t help but enjoy it. The way she starfished out across the mattress was so cute (most of the time).
When you didn’t move to quiet the alarm, she sat up, groaning loudly as she smacked the stupid device.
“I do not know why you’re complaining, it’s your alarm, Maya,” Carina said in response, a yawn following immediately after her sentence. The blonde smacked her phone until the blaring stopped and you let out a sigh of relief, curling back up so that you were a small ball.
“Y/n? Are you okay bambina?” The brunette asked, sitting up beside Maya. You sniffled in response, rubbing your knuckles against your runny nose. A harsh cough erupted from your lips, your chest burning and your body convulsing with each expulsion of air.
You leaned over the bed and spit a glob of mucus into the trash can, wondering what was wrong with you this time. The crackling in your lungs and what was probably a middle-grade fever suggested bronchitis. You’d heard Carina talk about medicine enough to diagnose yourself pretty well over the years.
Tears sprang to your eyes and you touched your throat, the light probing of the skin causing more pain somehow. You turned to squish your face into the pillow, trying to seem less babyish than you felt. Every time you got sick your emotions went absolutely haywire and it was humiliating.
One of your girlfriends (probably Maya, she was closer) laid a hand on the nape of your neck and gasped softly. You could practically see the worry on her face even though you were facing away from her.
“Car, she’s burning up.” The blonde murmured, getting a soft curse from Carina.
“She came to see me at the hospital the other day. It was overrun with flu patients.” The Italian replied, looking a little pleased with herself for remembering the expression. You rolled over, your lower lip quivering as you looked into the loving faces of your girlfriends.
Carina leaned across Maya and laid the back of her hand against your forehead, her expression souring. She tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear and rested her palm against your cheek lovingly.
You pulled away to sneeze into your pillow, the loud sound wearing you out even further. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt so sick, but you knew that it would probably end in hospitalization if you didn’t cooperate.
You began to cry in earnest, shaking with coughs as your sobs irritated your throat and lungs. Maya, who wasn’t always the most physically affectionate, pulled you into a tight hug, allowing you to tuck your head under her chin, against her chest.
“Okay, babe. You chose the right time to get sick because Car and I both have the day off. Just lay back down and we’ll get everything taken care of. Does that sound good?” She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
You sniffled and nodded into her chest, beginning to feel more comfortable with the idea of being sick. It was almost frightening to think that you would be alone, but knowing that the women you loved would be there to make sure that you didn’t die was nice.
“Did you feel sick yesterday Y/n?” Carina asked, prompting you to think back to the day before. Now that she’d mentioned it, you’d felt sort of heavy yesterday and a bit tired, but you’d chalked it up to a poor night's sleep the day before.
Maya had had a particularly bad nightmare and had woken up screaming. It had just been the two of you so it had fallen to you to take care of her, to calm her down. It had been a long night for the both of you, after she finally fell back to sleep you had remained awake just in case the blonde needed you again.
“Kinda.” You rasped, wrinkling your nose in shock at how your voice sounded. It was the first word that you had spoken during the conversation and you truly hadn’t expected to sound as bad as you did, especially in just one word. It was congested and hoarse and grated against your raw throat.
“Geez, that doesn’t sound great. I’ll go make you some tea, see if we can sort that out a bit.” Maya pecked your forehead before slipping from the bed and padded out of the room on bare feet, seeming to forget about the slippers which she typically wore.
You rubbed your nose against your fist and frowned over at Carina who was scooting closer to you, wearing what you liked to call her ‘doctor face’.
“Carina-”
“Hush. May I feel?” She asked, gesturing toward your throat. God, she was preparing to give you a full exam. You loved her very much, but you hated medical professionals. You coughed into your shirt and forced yourself to sit up, a rush of dizziness flooding through your head as you did so.
“Yeah.” You mumbled, giving a weak shrug. Carina placed her hands at the base of your throat, probing swollen glands with incredibly gentle hands. She moved up to under your eyes, frowning slightly as you winced when she pressed there.
“Your sinuses feel a bit swollen. Did it hurt?” You nodded and leaned forward to lay your head on yer shoulder.
“Oh, cara mia. In a few hours if you do not feel any better we can go to Grey Sloan and get you seen.” She said gently, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. You didn’t want to go to the hospital, but if she was right about a sinus infection you knew that you wouldn’t have much of a choice.
“Alright, I’ve got chamomile tea with lemon and honey and a thermometer,” Maya announced, walking back into the room with not only that but also a bottle of what may be the most vile thing on earth: cough medicine.
“Thank you.” You managed, taking the steaming mug gratefully. You blew on the hot liquid and took a careful sip, a soft smile spreading over your cracked lips. It was the perfect temperature and although you couldn’t taste it, you were sure that it was amazing. It soothed your throat and that’s all that mattered.
“Of course babe, it’s the least I could do. What’s with the face, Carina?” The blonde asked, nodding toward the Italian woman who was gnawing on her lip with worried eyes.
“We are going to end up in the hospital. It’s always the hospital with this one.” She grumbled, squeezing your elbow affectionately. There was no real malice behind her tone, just mild annoyance mixed with concern.
Maya chuckled and sat back on the edge of the bed, scooting you over a bit. She dragged the thermometer across your forehead, resting it on your temple as the three of you waited for the beep.
“We’ll try to avoid that this time, right Y/n/n?” You cracked a smile and took another sip of the tea, settling back into bed. For now, you weren’t going anywhere. “Oh, by the way, I snuck the medicine into the tea so you’re drinking it all.”
The look on your face must have been priceless because both women started to cackle, Carina even going as far as to double over as tears came to her eyes.
“That was uncalled for.” You grumbled, eyeing the drink in a new light. It wasn’t like you could taste the medicine, but knowing that it was in there made you hesitant to drink it. Part of you debated trekking to the kitchen to dump the whole thing out.
“Drink it all and I won’t help Carina make you soup later.” Maya threatened, reminding you of her utter lack of skill in the kitchen. She had given you and Carina food poisoning once over bad lasagna and you had vowed never to eat something she cooked again.
“Fine, I’ll drink. But I want cuddles. Will you give me cuddles?” The brunette on your left wrapped her arms around your waist and kissed your collarbone, pushing her nose against your skin.
“Of course bella. All of the cuddles. We can watch whatever movie you want and I’ll make Pastina with Maya locked in another room.” Carina chuckled, nudging the tea a bit closer to your face. You took a deep sip, almost finished with the mug.
Now that you knew it was in there what was left of your sense of taste was picking up on the medicine. It was no longer the best thing that had happened in days, it was now disgusting.
“You can’t taste for shit, stop complaining. Come on, one more sip and you’re done.” With a slight eye roll (which you regretted, it hurt) you took one big gulp, finishing the rest of the medicated tea.
“You win.” You rasped, shoving the mug back towards Maya, who was wearing an amused expression on her face.
“Thank you, my dear.” She singsonged, taking the mug as she leaned forward to kiss your forehead.
A non-fever-related blush crossed your cheeks and you hummed quietly, curling back up under the blankets. For now, you could relax. Maybe it would get worse, but even if it did, these two had your back. Dating an EMT and a doctor could really come in handy.
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Nov(emeto)ber Rescheduled Prompt List (February 2024)
Daily prompts typed out below for February, 2024! You can also find them on the Prompt Page. If anyone has trouble with visibility please let me know! You can find the Rules Page here.
I highly encourage everyone to check out the linked posts for additional inspiration! However, please also note that you are more than welcome to interpret the prompt separate from the inspiration post.
Sharing a receptacle (submission by @nerdlycharming)
Can’t stop puking
Bad news = bad stomach @angstyaches
Messy @jurassicsickfics
Undesirable caretaker (submission by @danafeelingsick):
the sickie dislikes or has a grudge against their caretaker, but needs their help anyway.
Post-adrenaline puking @someonesgrossblog
Too feverish to think
Choose: Loud or silent
Persistent sickness
Ill with an audience @darthhopereblogs
Totally drained/exhausted
Group sickfic
Professionalism failure @fevers-and-emeto-oh-my and @sickficideas
Can’t keep anything down
Free day!
Waking up puking
Sick for the first time
Unfamiliar surroundings
Sick in more ways than one
Late caretaker @feelingpoorly
Sleepy sickie @fluffyllamas-23
Out of character / Visibly Ill @feelingpoorly
Subtle support @emphasis-on-the-comfort
Panic @danafeelingsick
Cranky sickie @angstyaches
Nonverbal illness indicators @emphasis-on-the-comfort and @jurassicsickfics
Head pain/injury/ache @syncope-syndrome
Chaotic body temperature
Fake “Faking it:" Sickie is playing up their illness at first, or faking it all together, until suddenly they're not. Optional "I told you I didn't feel good" dialogue.
Alternative Prompts
If any of the assigned daily prompts don’t work for you, feel free to substitute with the following:
Motion sick
Sick during transit
Unconventional receptacle
Torture (literal or figurative)
Shaky/shivery
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Salutations!
So... um... I'm kind of sick and am in desperate need of Sebek Zigvolt fluff.
How about a Fem!Reader who takes care of Sebek when he's sick, please?
I've read your other works and I absolutely love them 🫶🫶
*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ A/N: HIHI! Im crying' over here Im so happy you read my other works too even though they aren't twst fandom. I just love writing. ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. Ya know I was just going to make it head cannons but here is a whole ass story cause it's super late and I could not stop on this one while writing it. I really hope that the characterization is right, I don't know that much about Sebek. BUT I hope you enjoy and thank you for being my very first request! ✧.*✦ *.✧.*
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*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Tags: sickies in bed, indirect kissing, ungodly thoughts and confused feelings, slightly hidden fluff, in denial about feelings
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The moment there is enough peace on campus to hear your inner thoughts you know something was out of place.
The first couple of periods rushed through with mild amusement. Grim snoring on your left and occasionally a new note would come from Ace across from you making comments about how 'boring' the lecture is.
The usual, but someone was missing in your day.
Next, lunch went with a suspicious calm. No major fights, a couple forkfuls of food splattered in glory across the table from missing its targets, casual conversation, and nothing more.
Usually, lunch is more...
Noisy?
You couldn't find the answers until you saw Lillia who taps your shoulder out of your daydreams. You let out a small gasp waking up to reality, "Lilia! Don't do that- you scared me half to death."
A small fang pokes out of his smile, "Why I'm only here to deliver a message." He puts his hands up in mock surrender, "The small one Sebek is out with a cold right now. Tucked right into bed."
It was like a lightbulb going off. The boisterous energy that would usually interject into your day leading to ridiculous jabs at each other, Sebek, was missing.
No wonder you felt so off.
"He wouldn't keep quiet when I told him to rest. Saying things quite out of place-" he leans closer to you whispering into your ear in a small voice, "' Where is she? Where is (Y/N)?'"
You can feel the tips of your ears burn but you hope your face doesn't give anything away as Lillia breaks away a little happy smile on his face, "Why it seems he is quite fond of you."
Before you could even retort he quips in, "He's up on the second floor at the dorm. Passed out after I cooked him my famous soup!" He waves walking down the hallway, "Keep well!"
He disappears around a corner and you take a deep breath. Sebek sounds delusional, and you can imagine it has to do with something he ate, especially since Lillia cooked it up.
You hear the warning bell and you scamper off to class.
Later today you give him a visit…
Just to make sure he was alright.
Wallet slightly lighter and a fresh chicken noodle soup you step into Diatom's lounge. You're thankful there is barely anyone here right after school, you are even more thankful Jade didn't even bat an eye when you asked for the rushed order before the kitchen was even open. In fact, he just smiled…calmly…
There was more to dissect on that another day.
Winding up the stairwell, you come to a hallway filled with similar wooden doors all facing one direction. The only difference was a small name plate etched into each forehead of the door. The back of your heel clicked down the cobblestone.
"Sebek, Sebek- ah there, Zigvolt."
A knock for life, you hear a groan like one of those zombies in the movies.
"Hey Sebek we uh-" you think about your words before they spill out how much today actually felt off without him, "I heard you were sick!"
You joke raising the bag of soup up as he could see through the door, "I brought you something a little 'better' than Lilia's cooking!" It was more to test how healthy Sebek was and you did not even hear a response.
Wow, he really must be dying.
You crack the door open peeking your head through. Clumps of tissues were littered on the floor along with some plastic bottles and a different assortment of cups and medicine on his nightstand. What you could assume is a mound of a person was huddled into a little ball underneath the sheets.
You walked through carefully avoiding the snot-filled tissues on the ground, "Sebek, hey. How are you feeling?" You tug the edge of the sheet just to let him know there is a healthy presence of life here, "I brought some soup. Really cost me an arm and a leg (yet),"
A shift of the blanked and another groan escapes him, full of snot he lets out a sneeze. He shifts his body to barely peeking out of the blankets, "You cough you're here?" He says it with no bite, but more of wonderment.
It makes your heart melt just a little.
The two of you have been playing this game recently… where he would make an effort to find you and "train mentally" against you. For what training, you still never understood, but it is a usual constant 'noisy' flow of Sebek. Sometimes he brings you extra lunch saying his enemy couldn't give him an easy win when you weren't having a good day. Other times, he might come to do his homework prideful when gets a question right before you and indignant when you need to teach it to him.
…It was obvious you were playing a game. The shy looks went as you both glance over each other, the constant quarrels that you two would get into and it would slowly fade to each other's company. It was even apparent to Silver, yes Silver that you two have been dancing around each other's toes! He said, 'You two are like the old couples in the valley.'
No, you weren't, this development was by Sebek only! It had nothing to do with you and you became a little closed off and a little more cold and you ignored what was hurt on Sebek's face because how could you recognize that emotion if you did not know him well.
A creak breaks you from your daydreams, "(Y/N)…how cough a human like you is going to get sick." You give a soft laugh sitting by the edge of the bed, "Well, it's pretty incredible you're this sick with your genetics, though maybe it's a blessing that I am human- got to have a better immune system than you."
A gaggle of annoyance, "Not- cough true. You're really cough weak."
You roll your eyes, "Obviously since I'm sick in bed right now. Here you should eat." You step near the nightstand to make some room for the bag gently cracking the tape around the lid of the soup. It smells fantastic.
"Here sit up so you can eat."
He doesn't move or at least maybe he tried to because you hear a grunt. What a baby. You place the soup on the nightstand and reach for the covers of his bed pulling it just to be met by resistance.
"Sebek, come on you have to eat."
"I- no hack la-later would be fine."
"But it's going to get cold!"
"Its! It's fine! I cough like it cold…?"
What a liar. He may be able to lift eight chairs but you have the power of surprise on your side. Your hold lessens on the sheets.
"Alright…then I'll come back later."
He relaxes underneath the sheets, "…really?"
Your grip tightens against the sheets again, "Pshhh NO!"
Sheets wave in the air with also a couple of tissues and oh no was that his phone? It's alright though because you won this one and you look down to hopefully see indignation on Sebek's face but…he's- oh completely naked from the top up.
Strongly lined abs with traces of sweat falling down the lines of etched muscles, the way his pecs were peaking due to the sudden rush of cold air, and his collars dipped nicely really painting the picture of a perfect man. Your eyes meet with Sebek's and he has red forming around the edge of his face from the fever! It's the fever…
The sheets slowly cascade down and messily cover his perfect body his shoulders and head now peeking through.
Was it hotter in here your throat feels more dry as you chide him in fake authority, "You- you should really sit up and eat." You glance at the soup the steam still leaking out, "I'll help you!"
It's only a ten-second break to calm your thumping heart as you balance the soup in your hands reaching for a spoon inside the remnant of the bag. You face back and Sebek is now sitting up slightly against the headboard, sheets tucked in like a modest princess above his chest, the face still red.
You make a place facing him, he won't meet your eyes and to be honest, you really can't meet his. But it's not like you haven't seen guys at the beach before, or even at home when it was too hot of a day. The soup swirls in its paper-like container as you lift the spoon up.
"Here say ah."
He doesn't, mouth still shut, ears tingling red. You knew this look it was when you got the question right first when you won.
But that really didn't matter right now.
You lower the spoon, "Alright. Fine. I'm sorry I took your sheets from you." You don't think about how hot he is and continue on, "It's really yummy soup though. I think that you should have some."
To prove your point you blow on a spoonful and dip it into your own mouth, you try not to think of why his eyes won't leave the spoon. It pops out of your mouth, "See better than Lilias."
His eyes furrowed, "You- you can't say anything about cough Lilia-sama." He nodded towards a half-empty bowl on the nightstand, "See! His food is hack delicious." He really must be delirious because the bowl is caked on black with thick goo hardening in it. You don't fight him though, because this is the first real response you got out of him.
You nod, "Yes yes, then you should be able to finish this too?" Another dip into the mixture, "Say ah."
He looks so reluctant like a cat being sprayed with water, but slowly he opens his mouth, "..ah"
You place the spoon in his mouth and you see the way his teeth are a little sharper than yours clink on the spoon, mouth closing around it before a little pop as you pull out.
Your ears start heating as well, you hope you're not getting sick also.
It's almost done when you can touch the bottom of the soup bowl and Sebek has been quite well-behaved the past couple minutes. After the last bite, you pack the trash and a couple of the tissues are littered around in the bad crinkling it shut.
The air was tight.
"I…I should get going." You try to find any excuse to get out, "Grim- he um- need to be fed! Yeah, so I should go back to Ramshackle."
Sebek knew you well enough to hear a shifty excuse so you believed that was the reason he grabs your hand before you can leave, "Wai- Wait!" he hacks into his other arms elbow, "I want- I-." He takes a deep breath his voice becoming less choppy, "They say I need to say "sincerities" when it's my loss…so cough for a small human like yourself coming here I- hack thank you…"
It's the first thank you he has ever given you and you feel this is more than just a 'thanks for taking care of me'. It felt more about the two of you. In truth and honesty, you were the ones who took the first step away from him, even though you may have something more akin to 'feelings' than the general source of friendship you have with your other friends.
You needed to take the first step.
You gave a small smile, "Oh, the great Sebek is thanking a 'small human' like me." You walk up to his bedside, him still sitting in the same position as before. You're close as you lean down only inches away, "Well then, you're welcome Sebek."
You give a small kiss, right on the side of his cheek, just a peck before Sebek has time to process in his foggy brain.
You are already out the door the time you hear a loud holler from his bedroom. Your face was burning red but it felt nice to finally start exploring these feelings.
A couple days later and Sebek was back in action.
Though, he was with you almost 24/7. Even in the evening, he stayed for extra study lessons, more than usual. It went on like that for a couple weeks.
Of course, you are a little slow to the advances of Sebek and it took Lilia (again) to really make the pieces fall in order. It was just a casual conversation
"I'm glad the dear is a little more open about you, why he was such in denial that he even made the excuse to see you as "mental training"!" Lilia laughs and you do your best to add on the conversation.
"Well he's getting better at math now so maybe he will be teaching me about potions soon."
Lillia laughs even harder now at your response and you tut, potions were difficult alright? He seems to read your face with the knowledge of a sage and wipes a nonexistent tear from his eye, "No you are mistaken dear. He said something across the lines, 'My heart keeps thumping around (Y/N) and I need to fix it!'." He grins, "Why he was such a cutie saying that, so in denial back then- you ask well."
Your face is flush, cheeks a rosy red. And comedic timing comes when you least expect it because Sebek is racing down the halls toward the two of you. He grips your face between gloved hands, your face squished together, "Your face is evenly red… ARE YOU SICK!?"
Your words are muffled together, "Nomhrooo mmmmh fhhine Sebrekkk!" You pull his hands away from you, "I'm fine!"
Lillia looks completely amused by this and just has to open his mouth, "Why Sebek, (Y/N) was just telling me how she felt a little under the weather today."
"What no! I'm fine Sebek, really."
He doesn't believe you of course and that day you're carried in his arms to the infirmary him muttering how a pitiful human like you should be more careful all through a crowded hallway.
God, what were you going to do with the both of you?
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Namjoon's Hayfever
Title: Namjoon's Hayfever
Word Count: 530
Sickie: Namjoon (snz/allergies)
Caretakers: Yoongi & Hoseok
Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.
Namjoon’s getting pissed off. He’s not sure why his nose is deciding to act up now, but it’s awful timing and he’s going to need a tissue soon. It’s the pollen in the air, he’s sure of it– the second he had stepped outside this morning, his sinuses had felt tingly in such an uncomfortable way that he couldn’t stop himself from scrunching up his face and rubbing harshly at his nose.
On the way to the meeting, Hoseok and Yoongi didn’t say a word when he sneezed once in the car so suddenly that he startled himself, but now, in the middle of the meeting, they both keep glancing at him every time he sniffles and he isn’t willing to sneeze again.
Namjoon decides that if he feels the need arise, if the tickle in his nose gets worse, he’ll– he’ll–
“ah-TCHSH!”
Well. So much for his plan of holding it back if he has to sneeze.
No one bats an eye at his outburst.
It isn’t until he has to sniffle again– sniff, sniff, sniff– that Yoongi looks over.
He raises an eyebrow at Namjoon. Namjoon raises one back, but he feels his face flush in response. Yoongi tilts his head ever so slightly to one side, his eyes narrowed, and Namjoon breaks eye contact, pretending to focus on his notes in front of him. He doesn’t want Yoongi to be noticing that he’s so sniffly– but then it occurs to him that he’s not generally a sniffly person, and so Yoongi probably thinks he has a cold or something.
Once the meeting is over and they’re outside of the building, Yoongi shuffles close, uncaring that there might be people around to see when he lifts a hand to feel Namjoon’s forehead. “How are you feeling?”
Hoseok presses close on his other side, frowning in concern.
Namjoon’s eyes are watering. He blinks away the irritated tears and resists the urge to rub his eyes. “I’m not sick,” he tells Yoongi. “It’s just hayfever.”
Yoongi frowns. “Since when do you have hayfever?”
“Since like, two years ago,” Namjoon replies. “It’s never been like this be– ahhSHSH!”
“I’m calling the maknaes,” Hoseok announces, and Namjoon can see on the screen that he’s calling Jimin.
Yoongi nods. “They’re the experts.”
The experts on hayfever, Namjoon realizes with a small chuckle. He finally gives into the urge to rub at his eyes, then at his nose.
“Ask Jungkookie what kind of pills we should give him,” Hoseok is saying into the phone to Jimin. He glances at Namjoon, frowns when he sees him rubbing his face, and reaches up to tug his hands away. “We have tissues at home, right?”
Yoongi starts leading them to the car. When Hoseok’s finished with his phone call to the maknaes, he buckles his seatbelt and then looks over at Namjoon.
“You’re pouting like Taehyungie,” Hoseok tells him.
“It’s because he has to sneeze,” Yoongi says.
Namjoon opens his mouth to protest. “I do nn-ahhHCHSH!”
“Don’t worry,” Hoseok tells Namjoon as he sniffles his way through the aftermath of the sneeze. “When we get home, there are lots of tissues waiting for you.”
#bts sickfic#bts snz#drabble#hay fever#sick namjoon#caretaker yoongi#caretaker hoseok#bts hurt/comfort#allergy fic
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Clingy Cuddles and Warm Snuggles was so cute!! I think my heart might've just melted. Is there any possibility of a sequel with sick!reader? (Obviously only if you want to ❤️)
Clingy Cuddles and Warm Snuggles: Pt2
〚 Notes - Hey :D Two fics in one day? Shocking, I know. My break finishes this week so I'm gonna be back to lectures next week so posting may be a little less frequent since I have exams soon! 〛
〚 Pairing - WandaNat x Reader 〛
〚 Summary - It seems taking care of two contagious clingy sickies had side effects but luckily you've two girlfriend's ready to repay your favour. 〛
〚 Wordcount - 865 〛
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〘 Part 1 〙
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It had been a few days since you had returned to the compound, and while everyone else seemed to be finally on the mend. There were still some stray sniffles here and there, but everyone felt better for the most part.
You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on your bedside table, feeling incredibly groggy you blindly reached over to grab your phone, the bright light of the screen burning your eyes a little before turning the device off.
As you settled back down into bed, you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. You tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but your mind was racing. You couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but you knew that you didn't feel quite like yourself. As you lay there, your throat began to feel scratchy, and you coughed a few times.
Natasha and Wanda were still asleep beside you, cuddled up together as they shared their heat. You tried to suppress your coughs, not wanting to wake them up, but it became increasingly difficult as your throat continued to feel more and more irritated. You finally gave in and coughed loudly, causing both Natasha and Wanda to stir awake.
"Y/N, are you okay my darling?" Wanda asked, her voice filled with groggy concern as she shuffled up and pressed the side of her palm to your warm cheek.
"I don't know, I don't feel great," you replied, your voice scratchy and hoarse.
Natasha sat up as well, her hand immediately going to your forehead to check for a fever. "You're definitely warm, Y/N. I think you've caught the cold that we had, poor baby."
You groaned, feeling even worse now that you knew it was a cold. "I can't get sick now, we have a mission in a few days."
"Don't worry, we'll take care of you," Wanda reassured you, kissing your forehead gently. "Just rest for now, and we'll make sure you're comfortable."
You nodded weakly, grateful for their concern and care. They pulled the covers up around you and tucked you in, surrounding you with warmth and comfort. As you settled back into bed, you felt a shiver run down your spine, despite the warmth around you. You couldn't stop coughing and sneezing, and your nose was running like a faucet.
Natasha got up from the bed and went to grab a glass of water and a box of tissues. She handed them to you, and you gratefully took a sip of water before blowing your nose. You couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed for being so helpless, but the girls didn't seem to mind at all. They were both hovering over you, checking your temperature and bringing you whatever you needed.
As the day went on, you felt worse and worse. Your body was aching, your head was pounding, and you couldn't stop coughing. Natasha and Wanda took turns taking care of you, making sure you had plenty of fluids and giving you medicine to ease your symptoms. You spent most of the day sleeping, your body too tired to do anything else.
By evening, you were feeling slightly better, but still weak and miserable. The girls had made you some soup, which you ate gratefully, enjoying the warmth and comfort it provided.
After dinner, Natasha and Wanda convinced you to take a warm bath, promising to help you wash your hair and take care of you. You felt a little apprehensive, not wanting to be a burden, but they insisted and helped you into the bathroom.
As you soaked in the tub, Wanda gently washed your hair while Natasha scrubbed your back, the warm water and their gentle touches easing some of the tension in your body. You felt incredibly grateful for their care and attention, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in their presence.
After your bath, they helped you get dressed in warm pyjamas and tucked you into bed again. They settled in beside you, holding you close as they whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You drifted off to sleep, feeling a little better but still far from well.
Over the next few days, Natasha and Wanda continued to take care of you, making sure you had everything you needed to get better. They brought you soup, tea, and medication, and took turns keeping you company while you rested and cuddled a small stuffed white rabbit, a small thing that always brought you comfort.
Finally, after several days, you started to feel like yourself again. Your cough had subsided, and your energy levels were slowly returning. You felt incredibly grateful for the love and care that Natasha and Wanda had shown you, knowing that you wouldn't have gotten through the sickness without them.
As you sat on the couch with them, watching a movie and laughing at the jokes, you felt a sense of contentment and happiness. You knew that you were incredibly lucky to have them in your life, and that you would do anything to take care of them if they ever got sick. For now, though, you were happy to be healthy again, surrounded by the warmth and love of your girlfriends.
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misdiagnoses fucking SUCK and are TRAUMATIC and i have nowhere else to TALK ABOUT IT as i process this Major Shift i’m experiencing so i’m going to put it here <3
in 2020 i was diagnosed w cirs (chronic inflammatory response syndrome) by a total shithead of a doctor who didn’t believe in covid. OBVIOUSLY i stopped going to him and i started seeing this other cirs specialist (telehealth only). she verified the cirs diagnosis and then we did the whole getting out of exposure thing. that took me a really long time to complete (DUH) bc being told you have to completely uproot your life, get rid of your belongings or at least stay away from them, and either move/do extensive renovation/live in a tent etc to escape exposure is IMPOSSIBLE to complete quickly. i have an old google doc laying out abandoned plans for living in a shed in my backyard. it took a year of a lot of my own research and advocacy til my parents renovated a part of our house for me to live closed off in. i still live there.
living in spaces where you know the air is potentially making you sick but you can’t do anything about it is traumatic and i don’t know when i’ll be able to actually fully process it bc i still don’t feel safe .
anyway. cut to like summer 2022 im still sick, i’ve gotten a Smidge better on these intensive medications and supplements for cirs and living out of this Room, but i still feel like shit and can’t drive or work and get debilitating migraines Very Often. my cirs doctor’s response is i gotta move out of my house or move to arizona or keep eliminating toxins (what toxins. she was telling me the naturally occurring things that our bodies shed were making me sick. ur insane. i’ve been in pure survival animal mode for years now) SO! in november i was like maybe i don’t even fucking have this . shoutout to my friend pointing me towards thebibliosphere on here and my physical therapist who’s an advocate for eds and was able to fr change my life lmao
fast forwarding thru finding new doctors and getting appointments now im diagnosed with eds pots & mcas (getting a bunch of blood work done but yeah mcas) and i’m like ok what do i do now? can i go open the boxes of my books and artwork and other belongings that i packed up in 2020? can i go in the rest of my house? do i have to avoid the majority of buildings bc of potential water damage? can i stop thoroughly cleaning my room of any semblance of dust every 1-2 weeks? do i have to monitor my room’s humidity levels to such a specific range?
i’m doing this like massive reframing of everything i know about myself and the world and my health all at the same time and when i’m not sitting here fully disassociated i’m going fucking CRAZY !!!!!! good GOD !!!!!!! IM SO MAD !!!!!!!!!!!
AND ! to make it all WORSE ! i get booted off my parents insurance in t minus 1 year and 3 months so i have to figure out medicaid and probably apply for disability benefits AGAIN which sucks cuz that’s such a fucking dehumanizing process
at least i have the brain space to make all these fucking ocs (i reach into my pocket and deposit a dozen pinterest boards and scribbled notes into ur hand)
#not to mention all the trauma before even getting chronically ill that i’m also processing#therapy is very busy and from an outside perspective it seems like i’m just wasting away in my room BUT#in reality i am working incredibly hard constantly and don’t even get good sleep or have a concept of time#just this nightmare limbo state of desperate loneliness and frantic self love and indignance and dedication#at my core i believe in myself and it’s keeping me alive#i hope dear reader u have shorten long posts on cuz i can’t find how to insert a read more on mobile#long post#cirs#heds#mcas#pots#chronic illness#sickie notes
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This was written long ago that I planned to edit but decided I'll keep it as is since I'm behind on all my requests and its fitting with the season. This is one I wrote just for me.
Sickie; jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi
Warning; vom!t
Caretaker: ot7
Jungkook gathers leaves as Hobi talks to the camera, doing a bangtan bomb after finishing up their latest photo shoot. He first goes after Namjoon, but he notices him and points to Hobi.
Jungkook smiles mischievously, nodding and shoving the leaves into the back of Hobi's hanbok. He giggled loudly as he bolts towards the woods.
"Get back here, you little punk!" Hobi runs after Jungkook, trying to remove the leaves as he runs after the mankae. Jungkook trips, not able to notice the rabbit hole because of the blanket of leaves,tumbling to the ground.
Hobi tries to skid to a stop, but slips on the leaves, falling on his tailbone. "Aiish.. Jaykay are you hurt?"
"My ankle hurts a bit, but I think I'm okay." Jungkook rolls his ankle, checking to see if it was sprained. "Are you?"
"I'm fine..just a sore bottom..You're such a brat!" Hobi throws leaves at Jungkook.
"Are you guys okay?" Taehyung ran to catch up with them when he heard the crash of them falling, relaxing when he saw Jungkook throw leaves back at Hobi, the two playing.
"Yeah. Just be careful.. it's slippery.. it must've rained recently here.." Hobi warns. "I'm surprised you didn't fall too.."
Taehyung offers his hand to Hobi, but when he tries to pull him up, the older slips on the wet leaves once more, bringing the vocalist down with him. "Aiish!"
"I'm sorry, Taehyungie!" Hobi apologizes, hugging him close. "I'm sorry are you okay?"
"I'm okay.. you helped cushion my fall..Ah Jiminie stay away! Its dangerous!" Taehyung shouts fearful of him suffering the same fate as them when he sees Jimin running to check on them.
"We're okay Jimin-sii. Don't worry!" Jungkook reassures him.
Jimin slows down, relaxing. "I got worried when I heard Tete. What happened?"
"The leaves are slippery.. so I fell chasing Jungkook because he shoved dead leaves down my back." Hobi narrows his eyes with mock anger, throwing more dead leaves at the youngest.
"Rapmonie-hyung encouraged it." Jungkook says with a giggle, tossing the leaves back at him.
"Gukkie you got me too!"Tae whines, shoving a handful of leaves down the front of Jungkook's shirt despite the youngers struggle against it.
"You guys are ruining your outfits." Jimin laughs, nearly falling. "Come on we're supposed to be wrapping up."
"They are wrapped up.. in each other." Jin jokes.
Jimin jumps at the sudden sound of Jin's voice. "Hyung when did you get here?"
"Joon-ah sent me to look for you." Jin replies, smiling fondly at the younger members, seeing Taekook double teaming J-hope, burying him with the autumn leaves as he laughs.
"Okay, I'll pull up Tete. You can pull up Jaykay." Jimin and Jin work together to separate the youngest members.
"It's time to go. We still have practice to do." Jin says, brushing leaves from Jungkook's clothes. "You're soaked.. go change so we can go. All three of you."
"Okay Seokjinnie hyung." Hobi takes Jungkook's hand to pull himself up, everyone leaving to continue the rest of their busy schedule.
"5..6..7..8.." Hobi tried counting over the music, but his voice wasn't carrying as loud as it usually does. He thought nothing of it, just motioning for staff to turn the music down. They've been working nonstop for their new album, and between practice, making the studio recordings, music videos, and photoshoots, he wasn't surprised his throat was getting sore.
The team went over the choreography once more without vocals, then again Jimin started the song strong, but when jungkook tried to follow his voice cracked when he tried to hit the higher notes, coughing.
"Jungkook, are you okay?" Jimin quickly finds him a water bottle.
"My throat hasn't recovered since we recorded.." Jungkook frowns, taking the water from Jimin. "Thanks jimin-sii.."
"Sing at a lower range for now, okay? We'll focus on the timing." Namjoon gives him a sympathic smile. He's been doing vocal lessons on top of recordings.. I should've told him to lay off the lessons until we finished recording..
"Alright, Namjoonie-hyung." Jungkook takes a drink of water, the coolness soothing his throat. "I hope it's better by next week.."
"You should be fine by then as long as you rest your voice as much as possible." Yoongi reassures him.
"I'll make you some tea when we get home." Jin offers, looking at both Jungkook and Hobi. Even if Hobi didn't say it out loud he could hear the strain in his voice.
"Thanks hyungie. That'd be great." Hobi smiles.
The seven members start up practice again, changing notes to be lower for Jungkook. Everything was going smoothly until Hobi started slowing down halfway through the fifth song, wrapping his arm around his middle, making Jungkook smack into him, Hobi losing his balance.
"Are you okay Hyungie? I'm sorry I didn't notice you stopped moving." Jungkook dropped to his knees next to Hobi, checking him for injuries.
"Yeah.. yeah I think I just need to eat something..my stomach started cramping up. I should've had something other than coffee.."
"I'll find you something.." Jimin quickly leaves the room.
"Here, drink some water for now." Yoongi gives Hobi a water bottle, helping him take small sips. "Any better?"
Hoseok nods, relaxing with the pain dies down. "Sorry..I didn't mean to worry you guys.."
Jimin returns to the room with a banana, letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding when he sees that Hobi was no longer clutching his stomach. "Here Hyungie."
"Thanks Minnie.." Hoba gently peels the banana open, taking a few bites. "I'm feeling better now.. let's take a few minutes break and start again.."
Practice started again and everything was fine for an hour, until another member started showing signs of pain. Taehyungs movements started getting smaller and smaller, until it was unacceptable to Hobi.
"Taehyung-Ah, It's fine to practice like that right before a concert but you have to give it your all right now. I know you're tired but so is everyone else." Hobi scolds him, eyes widening when Taehyung suddenly sits on the ground his knees giving in.
"I'm sorry..i can't move well..my stomach just hurts hyung.." Taehyung whines softly,wrapping his arms around his middle. Hobi feels his stomach drop to the floor, feeling guilty for not noticing how pale or how shaky the husky toned vocalist became.
"What? When did it start hurting?" Yoongi blinks slowly, taken back by Taehyung's sudden confession rushing to his side reaching to touch his bloated stomach, feeling his muscles constrict under his hand. "Aiish Taehyungie.."
"This morning it was a little upset.. I didnt want to complain, especially not after Hobi-hyungie and Jungkook not feeling well either, but I can't do this. It keeps getting worse.."Taehyung says groaning when his stomach gurgles.
"Aiigo, Voo, you should've said something earlier.. You shouldn't push yourself so hard.." Jin sits next to him. How could he have missed how quickly his health declined. "Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?"
"I don't think so.. I just want to lie down and try to sleep the pain away." Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes tightly as another ripple of pain hits.
"I'll get someone to take you home." Jin looks to the staff members.
"Can I go with him, hy..hyung?" Jungkook clears his throat when his voice breaks. "I don't think I can continue singing anyway..it was only high notes before.. but now it's hurting to talk.."
"We could end practice early today." Namjoon suggests. "Jungkook and Taehyung both aren't in good condition and I know everyone else is tired too."
Hobi nods in agreement. He didn't think it was just a lost voice with Jungkook. The young vocalist was also out of breath much quicker than usual, and his voice was weakening at an alarming rate and his own stomach was still aching."We got the choreography perfect today and yesterday. We'll be fine if we cut out a few hours."
Jin and Namjoon lead Taehyung to the bedroom, pulling the blanket back, easing him into his bed. "Here Tae lay down, Yoongi is going to get you medicine.." Jin rubs his neck gently as Namjoon gets a trashcan to put by the side of the bed.
I don't understand..just yesterday he was playing with Hoba and Jungkookie..
Jin frowns, feeling sweat on the back of Taehyung’s neck. "Namjoon-ah I think he's starting to run a fever. Could you get a thermometer?"
"Of course Hyung." Namjoon leaves the room, brushing past Yoongi.
"Here I got some medicine for you, Taehyungie." Yoongi presents the medicine bottle, measuring a dosage of medicine out.
While Yoongi preps the medicine, Jin helps Taehyung sit up, feeling his body sway. "Woah, I got you.."
Taehyung felt dizzy when he got up, leaning heavily against Jin's broad shoulder. His stomach churned as soon as he was upright again, pushing up the toast from breakfast. "Hyu..hyung.."
"F*ck..Sh*t.." Yoongi quickly picks up the trash can from the floor when Taehyung burps, pushing up the sick. "It's okay.. you'll feel better once it's out.."
Taehyung hugs the trashcan as he empties his stomach into it with a loud retch, splashing sick into the plastic liner. Jin scratches lightly across his back, feeling his spine arch as his stomach pushes up thick bile.
"Taehyung.." Namjoon stops in the doorway, eyes widening when he sees how pale Taehyung became in such a short time. He thought he was doing better after he was asleep the whole car ride home without any problems, but he was foolish to think a short rest was enough to make a difference.
"Go get me a wet cloth and a bowl of water, please. His temperature is rising fast." Jin orders, Namjoon quickly leaving the room again. "It's okay, hyung will get you feeling better, just try to take deep breaths, okay?"
Taehyung goes to reply, but another wet burp comes instead, more sick filling the small bin. He presses the trash tighter against his stomach, trying to ease the pain with pressure. "It..it hurts.."
"I know baby.. I know.. you're doing so good.. you're almost done.." Jin encourages him gently, rubbing his palm up and down Taehyung’s sweaty back.
Yoongi holds Tae's bangs out of his face. "I'll get you a heat pack when you finish. It'll help with the pain.."
Namjoon returns to the room, giving Jin the wet cloth and placing the bowl on the side table. Jin thanks him, using it to wipe the sweat that was pooling on the back of Taehyung’s neck.
The amount of sick that came from Taehyung started to dwindle down,making the three older men start to relax as the younger took deep breaths, the tension in his shoulders ebbing away.
"I..I'm done.." Taes voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, loosening his grip on the bin. "Water...?"
"Here baby." Jin opens the water bottle for him. "Rinse out your mouth first then drink okay?"
Taehyung nods, taking in a mouthful of water and swishing it around a bit before spitting it out, trying to rid himself of the awful taste, then taking a few mouthfuls, cautious not to drink to much in fear of making himself sick once more.
"Can you swallow some medicine for me, Vuu?" Jin asks gently, rubbing his stomach.
"I think so.." Tae says hoarsely, accepting the medicine cup Yoongi offered him, swallowing it down quickly. "I'm sorry you had to see that.."
"Don't worry about it." Yoongi brushes off his apology. "Do you feel any better?"
"My throat and stomach hurt..and it's cold.. could I have the heat Yoongi-hyung..?" Taehyung asks, rubbing his hand across his sore stomach, muscles screaming in pain from the force of kicking everything out of it.
"Of course. I'll go get it." Yoongi leaves the room without hesitation. On his way to his room, he jumps at the sudden loud coughing coming from Jungkook "Are you okay, Jungkook?"
Jungkook made the 'okay' sign with his hand, continuing to cough into his blanket. Taehyungie-hyung was throwing up.. I can't distract them from taking care of him. Not for a cough.. I'll just take some medicine and go to bed early.. "I took a drink of water, and it went down wrong.." Jungkook says, pointing to the water bottle on the table.
Bullsh*t.. the lid is still on it.
Yoongi didn't call him out on it, though. He could worry about Jungkook later. Right now, he told Taehyung he would get him a heating pad to help his stomach. "Well, take some medicine just in case. Taehyungie is sick, and you were all over him yesterday."
"Okay Hyung."
Yoongi goes back on his quest, getting the item and returning to Taehyung ,plugging in the heating pad and placing it across Taehyung lower abdomen. "You can't use it for too long though, okay?"He says as a gentle reminder he couldn't take heat well.
Taehyung nods, the heat easing the pain away, his body relaxing"Thanks Hyung..that feels better.."
"Good..try to get some sleep, okay? Namjoon-ah." He motions for the rapper to lean closer."Go check up on Jungkookie, please? He was coughing really badly." Yoongi whispers by his ear, not wanting Taehyung to hear.
Namjoon nods,taking the medicine from the table and going to his room. "Tae is doing better. He was falling asleep when I left." He starts the conversation lightly. Jungkook had the awful habit of hiding his pain, not wanting to add more stress to the older members.
"Do you think we need to take him to a doctor?"
Namjoon could hear Jungkook holding back a cough.
"We'll see if the medicine helps. It might just be a stomach bug and he'll be okay in the morning. How about you? You were coughing a lot during practice. Are you feeling okay?"
"I just have a sore throat. My stomach doesn't hurt like Taehyungie-Hyungie, or do I feel feverish. I think I just overdid it." Jungkook tried negating his worries, down playing how he felt. He left out the pounding headache that he had all day and the fact that despite fact he hardly ate anything all day, the smell of Jimin and Hobi cooking in the kitchen made his stomach queasy "But Yoongi-hyung wants me to take medicine just in case.."
"Yeah he told me that, so I brought it with me." Namjoon feels the tension leave his shoulders when jungkook brings it up on his own, relieved he wouldn't have to fight with him to take it. He pours the younger the small cup of medicine, handing it to him
Jungkook takes it with a shaky hand, swallowing the medicine quickly hoping that Namjoon didn't notice.
"I'm tired, so I'm going to rest until dinner is finished. Its been a long week and its rare we get time to rest.." Namjoon says in hopes Jungkook would lay down and get the sleep he needs so he can recover and he falls for the trap.
"I'll lay down too. I'm a bit sleepy.." Jungkook lays down with a big yawn head hitting his makeshift pillow not taking more than a few minutes to fall asleep, snoring softly.
Namjoon gets up from his bed slowly, using the thermometer to confirm the low grade fever jumping back to avoid Jungkook coughing on him. "We're down two members.."
"Jaykay...jungkook-ah dinner is ready. Do you think you could eat?" Hobi goes into the room to check on him. Namjoon told him about his fever and that his cough became worse, but remembering the youngest vocalist only had one piece of toast with jam that morning made him unable to comfortably let him sleep.
"Mm..? Hoseok..ah..hyung..I'm not hungry.." Jungkook's voice sounded worse than earlier, coming out weak and scratchy. He was hardly awake, eyes not even open as he tried to turn him down.
"But you haven't eaten in twelve hours. Could you at least try to eat some soup?" Hobi tries encouraging him, gently running his hand up and down jungkook's side.
Jungkook stretches out, coughing into his arm. "Okay..okay..I'm up.." He could hear the worry in Hobi's voice and the older was right. He couldn't go to bed without eating something. What if I do have what Taehyungie-hyungie has? I don't want to throw up without anything in me..
Hobi helped Jungkook sit up, placing a tray of soup in front of him. "Do you want me to feed you?"
Jungkook tried to eat it on his own, but when he picked up the spoon the itch in his throat worsened, making him cough, spilling the soup onto the tray when it makes his chest rattle. Hobi quickly pulled the tray off.
"Aiish.. you scared me." Hobi sighs in relief when he sees none of the broth got on Jungkook.
"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Jungkook says between coughs.
"It's okay baby. It was an accident. I just didn't want it to spill on you. Let me do it. Okay?" J-hope feeds Jungkook bite by bite.
Meanwhile in another room, Jimin was helping with the second youngest, carrying a tray with him.
"I made you some soup. You don't have to eat it if you arent up to it though." Jimin says sympathically when he sees Taehyung was awake in his room, coughing Into the pillow he wrapped around.
"I don't know lf I can..but..I'll try.." Taehyung sits up slowly, closing his eyes when his head spins."If I don't eat I can't get better..and I feel awful.." He whines to himself, fighting against the dizziness.
"I know.. it's okay. Just a few bites for now okay?" Jimin scoops up some bean sprouts with the spoon, blowing on it before offering it to Taehyung.
Taehyung opens his mouth, taking in the bite, then another instantly regretting the second when he gags, having to force it back down with a hard swallow. He turns away from it, the smell of food making him feel worse. "No.. no.."
"Sh*t.. I'm sorry.. I'll take it away.. I'm sorry." Jimin quickly takes the bowl from the room. "Hyungie, Taehyung’s too sick for food.. His lips turned white after a couple bites, and he hardly forced it down.. what are we gonna do?"
"We'll get him some mineral water or something to replace food until his stomach settles. Why don't you go help Hoba? He didn't eat yet. He said he wanted to check on Jungkookie first." Jin heart sinks at the fact he couldn't even hold down soup, but didn't want Jimin knowing how worried he felt, quickly changing the subject.
"Alright. I'll go check on them." Jimin leaves to Jungkooks room relieved to see at least one of their patients eating. "Hobi-hyungie let me do it. You almost fainted at practice.. you need to eat."
"Oh..right.. I need to eat too." Hobi says, despite the fact he didn't feel hungry. It must be all the stress..
Hobi lied to himself. He refused to admit he was getting sick. Not when the two youngest were coughing up a storm and unable to eat. He leaves to the kitchen to get some kimchi Kongnamul guk.
"Oh good, you are eating. I was worried you'd be too busy caring for the others. I already had to force Jimin to sit and eat before seeing Voo." Jin smiles when he sees J-hope take a bite."
The warm broth soothed his sore throat, taking a few bites before talking. "What about Namjoonie and Yoongi-hyung?"
"Namjoon-ah said he wanted to sleep more and Yoongi went to the store." Jin explained. "I'll get Yoongi when he gets back and Namjoon when he wakes up. He's been working all nighters on the bonus track trying to make it usable before the album drop. I'm surprised he's not the one sick."
Hobi only eats half of the soup he put in the bowl, filling up quickly. The food felt uncomfortable in his stomach. "I'm finished. I'm gonna go lay down too. I want to get up early to help Joon with the song."
"Good idea. I wish I was better at songwriting so I could help." Jin admits. "Good luck."
Yoongi was a light sleeper, jolting awake when he hears the toliet seat smack against the porcelain bowl. "Aiigo..Taehyungie.." he rushed to the bathroom, slowing for a moment perplexed when he heard J-hope gagging, not Taehyung. "Hoba?"
It didn't matter which it was. He still opens the bathroom door, kneeling beside the ailing teammate. "It's okay, hyung is here.." Yoongi gently pulls Hobi's hair back with an elastic hair tie, rubbing his back.
Hobi goes to speak, but ends up burping up sick, eyes watering as the smell of his own Vomit sends his stomach whirling, pushing up mouthfuls of thick bile without breaks to breathe.
"Breathe Hoseok..you'll hurt yourself.." Yoongi urges Hobi. "Please try.."
Hobi tries to obey, but when he breaths in, his throat fills with sick, spraying it all over the toliet. He whimpers, head spinning making it hard to even keep sitting up right. "Hyung.." he whimpered, feeling himself sway despite his death grip around the toliet bowl. Yoongi wraps around him to keep him upright.
"I got you.. it's okay.." Yoongi could feel Hobi trembling in his arms as he pushes up everything he had left in his stomach, continuing to dry heave even after he had nothing left to give.
"Hoba..hoba...Hoseok-ah.... hey..you need to breathe.." Yoongi's voice was filled with panic when he feels Hobi get heavier in his arms. "Sh*t.. Hyungie! HYUNG..."
The sound of Yoongi's scream wakes up the house, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung rushing to see what was wrong.
"What happened Yoongi?" Jin is the first to ask, eyes widening when he sees Hobi Iimp in his arms.
"Hoba fainted.. he just..kept trying to throw up without taking a breath and then he just stopped.." Yoongi explains talking quickly, cradling the now unconscious Hobi in his arms as Hobi's body works overtime to catch up on oxygen it desperately needed.
"We can get him to a hospital if he doesn't wake up within a minute or two.. he probably just hyperventilated." Jin speaks calmly despite his heart thumping hard in his chest, eyes dilated in fear."Taehyungie, you should be in bed." Jin scolds him. "Jiminie, Joonie take him to bed. Me and Yoongi can handle this."
"No.. no let me stay until Hobi-hyung wakes up..I'm okay." Taehyung begs with tears filling his eye,ignoring the fact without the doorframe to lean on he wouldn't be able to stand. "Please..?"
"Tete..Tete, hyung.. is okay..i..I just.." Hobi tried to speak, but he was still struggling to catch his breath, continuing to pant with each word"Go..go..back.. to bed.. I'll..I'll come lay with you in a minute.." The last part came easier, sitting upright to help himself breathe easier.
"Are you sure you're okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, looking over Hobi. "You still look pale."
"Yeah. I'm fine. I just..freaked out because I couldn't breathe which only made it worse..I'm sorry..I didn't mean to scare everyone.." Hobi bows his head, shakily making it to his feet. "I'm feeling better now.."
"I still think you should go to a hospital.." Yoongi speaks softly, breath still coming out strained.
Hobi hugs onto Yoongi. "I'm sorry I scared you.. I'm okay though. I feel sore, but I don't feel like I'll be sick anymore.."
"But what if it doesn't last? What if you do later?" Jimin frets, eyes widening with fear.
"If I do then I'll go.. until then I'll cuddle with Tete." Hobi smiles.
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Mending Our Home PT. 1
Dad!Steve Harrington X Mom!Reader
Author’s Note: We be needing more daddy Steve people. As well huge trigger warning for any of those who have struggled staying or getting pregnant. You are seen and heard and we should normalize talking about it. Because you are not alone! I have many other fics for you to read if this is too graphic. This is still a insert because it's an ongoing timeline, I have kinda started a series for Dad!Steve. So again, I'm thankful for those of you who do decide to read it and respect the ones who cannot!
Summary: Steve picks you up for work on a particularly hard day. Neither of you realized how much your life could change in just a few hours.
Characters: Steve, Reader, Teddy Harrington (oc child), Dr. Kerr (oc, readers doctor), Wayne, Joyce, Robin and the OG Posse of Nuggets.
Warnings/Tags: Graphic description of miscarriage!!!! I cannot say this more, do not read if you are triggered by hospitals, blood or anything of the type.
Word Count: 3.8k
Waiting on the dial tone as you called home, Steve was alone with Teddy. So you knew to wait and give him a few rings before trying your hand again.
“Yello, Harrington Residence! Teddy ‘member what we talked about when the phone rings?” You could hear the faint giggles and little voice respond ‘Yes, Daddy.’
“Hi babies, it’s me.” You responded, tired voice evident of your distress.
“Teddy go in the living room and get your stuffy.” Steve asks him with sicky sweetness a small distraction “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Steve voice lowers his voice,
“I’m not feeling to well Stevie, boss let me off early. Could you come pick me up?”
“Yeah-yeah of course-. No not that stuffy the other one, we’re gonna go on a car ride to Nana and Pop-pop’s.” Shriek of Nana Joyce rung through the phone, splicing straight through your skull. “I’ll be there soon, just hold on for us. I’ll bring you home.”
“ ‘Mkay, love you. Don’t break any traffic laws.” You leaned against the cool metal of the phone box.
“I love you most. I’ll see you soon.” With that the dial-tone rang back and you set off to sit on the curb of the diner, waiting for your husband. He came not even 20 minutes after your phone call, parking job shoddy at the very least but all in one piece nonetheless. You stood slowly, Steve sprung out of the car opening the passenger door just shy before you could reach the handle. You leaned against him as he hugged you, arm limp at your side. Fatigue overtaking your body when you finally sat down in the car, mostly.
“You okay, Sweets?” Steve knelt down to eye level, putting his hand on along the roundness of your knees lovingly. You sighed, hunching over.
“I swear if this is the first trimester of pregnancy aches, I don’t think I could possibly give birth again without an assortment of drugs lined up at the ready.” You tried to joke, blowing a laugh out your nose. Which made Steve smile bright and big.
“Well unfortunately we burnt up the singular Russians lab years ago, so I can’t get you anything foreign.” You both laughed, “Have you eaten anything yet?”
“No, everything makes me want to puke my spleen out.” He got up and set your bag in the back, shuffling for something else behind the seat. You got the courage to swing each leg into the car. Leaning into the leather seats, it was pretty muggy outside. Steve’s head came into view again with antacid and water, along with a brownie he’d made the other night with Teddy. Dancing to Bob Segar’s greatest hits. You smiled taking the pill and the brownie, he opened the water bottle placing it between your thighs. He leaned over placing a kiss onto your forehead, unnecessarily aiding you with the seatbelt and gently closing the door before hopping in the driver's seat.
“Stevie, you shouldn’t be driving this late give me a minute. I was just scared to be by myself.”
“I’m fine, scouts honor.” You furrowed your brow at him, he was beat up so much in high school his vision and hearing is slightly impaired on one side. “I know the way home like the back of my hand, I’ve gotten used to the blurriness.” Hunger subsided but the pain slightly increased as he was driving home, something felt wrong. Pressing yours eyes shut to aid in the nausea, wringing your knuckles into the leather seats as waves crash over you they stopped with a sharp inhale.
“Hey what’s going on? Not sleeping already are we?” his eyes flickered between you and the road, placing a hand on top of your thigh. Shaking your head, realizing that probably wasn't the best idea as you fought not to get sick in Steve’s BMW. Not that it hadn’t happened before, you were both 21 for a whole year.
“I think I just over did it today, I bet a bath and definitely some sleep and cuddles will help. I’m all dizzy and cramping.” Groaning, pushing the back of your head into the cushion behind it. Holding his hand tightly, breathing through the cramps.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?” Steve asked, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.
“It’s okay, just wanna go home and be comfortable.” You assured him as he turned to go home. When finally seeing the dim parking lot relief oozed for your shoulders as he pulled into the assigned spot. You unbuckled, he held tightly to you walking through the apartment complex, up the stairs to the apartment. Only letting go as he started a bath. Sitting on the edge of the already made bed slightly confused, everything was dizzy and blurry until Steve knelt down in front of you. Helping you to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet while the steam clouded the mirror.
“Okay, here I set everything up. If your okay being alone for a minute. I’m going downstairs to make some dinner quickly. I’ll check up on you, then we can go get Teddy from the Byers if you’re feeling better. Otherwise you know Joyce and Hop love the company now.” he kissed the top of your head closing the bathroom door behind him.
Beginning to undress, moving the water between your fingers to see how hot it was. Taking off the now ever tightening diner uniform, stopping at your underwear there was a small red spot. You’d had a rough birth with Teddy, your doctors weren’t concerned for later pregnancies. The cramps came over you once again distracting, nearly knocking the wind out of you. You quickly sunk deep into the rose scented waters, moving your hands through your wet hair. Beginning to massage your abdomen, it was extremely hard, the pressure was unbearable. Then white shocks of pain started flowing through your center, twisting relentlessly. You groaned and thrashed slightly in the water, you couldn’t catch your breath. There was burning going down your legs, you opened your shut eyes to see the water turned a bright red. You yelled for Steve in shock, pain and so many other things bottled up inside. Hyperventilating, when the door crashed open you were barely able to keep your eyes open as Steve rushed to you. Diving over your frame, lifting you out of the water and a towel wrapping around you. You saw lights flickering to and from each eye, small pinches in your arms. Darkness came over your consciousness, pain subsided. Waves of movement and lights came about once in a while, as well as voices. Several voices through time and time again, until you opened your eyes to strange surroundings. Waking up from a really good nap, taking in your surroundings; beeping of monitors, extremely bright lights, a sickly clean smell with a mix of sale metal. Moving just your eyes around you could tell it was a hospital, there was warmth to your left hand. You dizzily tried to move your head to look over, Steve had one hand in yours while the rest of himself was toppled over leaning on the other propped up by his legs. Rubbing and scratching at his scalp,
"Stevie?" You said just above a whisper, his eyes met yours. He jumped forward on his feet, leaning over the bed.
“Baby? Oh my god,” he brushed your hair from your face, endlessly kissing everywhere. Feather light kisses on your hand, cheek, temple, jaw and forehead, “I thought I wouldn’t see those beautiful eyes soon enough, Jesus Christ,” he pressed a button on the wall and a faint red light flickered. You yawned with a dry mouth, suddenly aware you are hooked up to the beeping machines. Along with an IV and Blood bag, there was also something taped to your leg. You shifted trying to sit up comfortably when an extremely tall older man pushed the curtain open.
"Woah, hold on there Mrs. Harrington. You're quite freshly out of the ER. I'm an anesthesiologist, just checking you feel alright before I get Dr. Kerr. Any confusion, chills or feelings of vomiting?” you shook your head, feeling some drowsiness but overall not terrible.
“Great, and any pain I should alert your charge Nurse of?” you shook your head again, moving your taped up hand over your stomach feeling excessive fabric there. You looked at Steve who held tension in his eyes, “alright well, I wish you a speedy recovery ma’am, I’ll let my colleague know you’re ready.” the man wrote something on the clipboard, before walking out and shutting the curtains again.
“Hey, you’re here. That’s the only thing that matters-” Steve started.
“What happened? Is the baby okay?” you asked him scared, his face contorted with pain. Sitting back down pulling his tiny chair closer, hanging his head in shame. Red, all I saw was red. Those words were so similar to ones said to you, what seemed like a lifetime ago. They rang through you like a séance but desired something else this time, you felt Steve’s other arm reach up holding yours fully in place. He was shaking before he came up for air,
“I’m sorry Sweetheart, there’s nothing I could do. I-” The curtain ripped out to reveal a stout man your primary doctor and a even tinier woman full of gusto. Who you knew to be Dr. Kerr and a probable Nurse,
“Evening Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. Just wanted to give you a final diagnosis as well as some time for us to discuss after care.” Steve wiped his face, you looked at the wrinkles in the curtain. Dazed with all the drugs you were probably on, everything felt dry. You didn’t even realize you were smacking your lips until a cup appeared in front of you. It was ice chips with a spoon added to the top, the woman handing it to you nodded before stepping back behind where Dr. Kerr had sat across from Steve. “Mrs. Harrington, do you remember much?” you shook your head in response, Steve reached out to hold the cup as your free hand scooped up ice slowly. The cold crunch sent a shiver down your spine, a hand still tangled with Steve’s rings rolling against each other. “Then please know that I’m giving you the facts and that it may indeed be hard to hear.” you took another scoopful, making short eye contact with Steve before putting the spoon back into the cup. "We weren't able to save the baby, it was an ectopic pregnancy. Have you heard of them before?” You shook your head. “It was the main cause of the abdominal hemorrhage or severe bleeding, so you unfortunately miscarried…” You swallowed hard, looking at Dr. Kerr for the first time since giving birth to Teddy. His eyes were a dark blue, rich with knowledge and no doubt pain. You felt your heart grow heavy, breathing then swallowing. Repeating the word over and over again.
“Miscarried.” You said out loud, out of body only stating it as he did without hesitation.
“Yes, there would have been no way to save it. It's very important that you know it's not your fault, as well the risks moving forward fertility wise are concerning but always possible." You felt so many things at once; numb, angry, relieved more than anything from the pain. Steve’s voice churned you from your thoughts,
"Why's that?" Steve asked, holding your hand a bit closer to his chest.
"More often than not after one ectopic miscarriage, the risk for another one is extremely high. About 1 in every 10 women, which is more than a simple miscarriage. As well, since we did have to expel the rest of the fetus. We have no way to measure fertility until the future, it determines how suitable the uterus will be unless we simply try other means of procreation. Those I'm afraid are very expensive but worth the health and wellness of your partner. If you wish to continue to have a child once she’s healed, you're both fairly young. There will be plenty of time for you Mrs. Harrington." Your heart was shattering, tear slipping into the collar over your starchy hospital gown, Steve pinched his nose sniffling with you.
"I would like to keep you here for at least 24 hours if that's alright, you may stay with her unless they run a test or scan Mr. Harrington. Otherwise, you'll be shown some exercises by physical therapist to prevent blood clots. To just give us more peace of mind that you will not hemorrhage again. Since the blood loss was towards the extreme as well as the circumstances. I do not want to take any chances, despite how much I enjoy your family.” Looking at Dr. Kerr you gave him a hopeful smile, “You'll be moved into a private room shortly for the remainder of your stay, I have walks scheduled every four hours for you to do with a Medical Assistant. Until they clear you from a one person assist, please do not try to do much but the assigned walking and of course eating in an hour would be fine. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight or questions that you have?" He reached out holding your shoulder comfortingly, like a father figure would.
“No.” You shook your head, tears hadn't stopped since he entered but your breath finally catching when you spoke clued the other into your own misery, guilt swarming between all of you.
“Our family is in the lobby, when can they see her?” Steve asks for you, you look up from the curtain across the walls to his face. His eyes, red, heavy with dark circles and so swollen, lips dry and his hair a mess. He looked so young next to you, you were both so young barely 25.
“As soon as she is completely aware from the general anesthesia, and moved to the private room. However, now that she is awake I will need you to step outside into the hall Mr. Harrington.” You shoot your eyes to the doctor.
“Why?” you ask, your voice is so quiet and hoarse.
“Just a precaution while my nurse asks you a series of questions. Because of how tragic the event was we just need to ensure somethings.” You start to speak, but Steve squeezes your hands.
“It’s okay, Sweets. They probably just, just want to confirm my story. I’ll be right in the hall waiting for them to be done.” Steve stands from the chair pulled next to your bed, and places your hand on the side of the bed before walking out with the doctor. You finally notice Steve is in light brown scrubs, they open the curtain where dozen of others are either alone or holding their sick loved ones.
“Oh I almost forgot, sorry it’s my on-call night. But healing should be about 2 to 4 weeks, so nothing should be inserted into your body after they remove the catheter.” You curtly nodded at him again as Steve walked with him shaking Dr. Kerr’s hand. Shortly after a tall dark skinned woman in dark blue scrubs comes over and closes the curtain.
“Hello Mrs. Harrington, I’m Nurse Maywood. I need to ask you a series of questions, are you alright with that?”
“Yes, ma’am.” She moves to the foot of your bed so you don’t have to strain to see her.
“Alright I need you to answer as truthfully as possible each time. First one, how are things going at home?” You almost laugh, until her raised eyebrow shows signs of extreme seriousness.
“We’ve been working a lot, both my husband and I. While taking care of our young son, until tonight things have been blissful.”
“Has any of yours or Mr. Harrington’s behavior's changed due to this pregnancy?”
“No.” Her brow raised again, (blanking) you to continue. “I’m sorry, is Steve in trouble?”
“Mrs. Harrington we just want to ensure your health and safety.”
“Steve is a wonderful husband and father, he picked me up when I started having pain tonight despite taking care of our son as well. He has never emotionally or physically hurt me or my child.”
“That’s enough for me, Ms. I am truly sorry for your loss, and do recommend postpartum therapy for all women I see. You are not alone.”
“Yes, I appreciate the gesture. I just need my family now.” She smiles, respectfully leaving bringing Steve to you again. Followed by more Nurses in scrub but the original pitete Nurse from Dr. Kerr.
“Hey, you needed me? Did everything go okay?” you nod at him, with a somber smile. The two people look at your chart, one walks away before one begins to speak to you.
“Y/N Harrington? We’re about to move you to a private room now, if you just step aside for a minute Mr. Harrington.” You push yourself up on the pillow a little, still extremely numb in your abdomen. The woman comes back with a large wheelchair, then takes your IV and other monitors and puts them on the tall pole attached to the back of the chair. Steve pats your head and moves out of their way, the man who spoke to you draws the curtain. They both put on gloves, Steve staying by your head as they removed your catheter. Running his hand through your hair, soothingly. They wiped everything, before coming back up to speak to you.
“Alright honey, we're going to do a two person assist to get you into the wheelchair. Since you're still quite numb and drowsy, each of us is going to take hold of the support under you, you’ll sit up completely, she’ll move your legs off the side of the bed while I hold you upright. Then we’ll use a belt above your sternum and pivot you to the wheelchair. Sound like a plan?” You nod and do exactly as they instruct, to their surprise you have more strength than they thought. “Thanks Shelby. Alright Mr. Harrington if you’ll just follow us.” it’s quite a way before he carts you into a room. The belt still strapped to your chest he pivots and assists you into the bed by himself while Steve watches from the foot of the bed. The man leaves you two alone, closing the door behind him. Steve doesn’t move, until you reach your hand out to him. He forces a smile, walking around and grabbing it with both hands. You pat the side of the bed, and try to scootch over making room for him.
“Hey, hey. I don’t want you hurting yourself, careful.” He stops your hips,
“I just want you to hold me,” you say innocently through your lashes, Steve instantly melts. Putting his arms under your legs and behind your back moving you over just enough that he can lay sideways next to you. You have to lay on your back but it doesn’t mean you can’t turn your face to his. You brush the hair away from his eyes, caressing the side of his face, he sighs as his heavy eyes close.
“We should let them know you're awake,” he whispers to you, eyes closed. Holding the forearm caressing his face, the other had the IVs still attached so you kept it against your midsection. His free arm draped across your lap, below.
“We should get some sleep first, where’s Teddy?” he props his head on his hand with his elbow flush against the bed, trying to avoid sleep.
“He’s with Aunt Robin and Dustin at home. So just Joyce and Hopper. Nancy and Jonathan have been keeping the others updated. Everyone went to the Wheelers to wait for news.” he yawns huge at the word news.
“So you haven’t slept for like, over 36 hours?” he shrugged.
“I was terrified, Robin kept me updated on Teddy I was able to say goodnight to him. He-he doesn’t know yet, I didn’t know what to say. I don’t think-”
“Steve, one thing at a time. You need to sleep. It’s okay we’ll figure it out, this is not good for you.” he groaned neck cracking as he rolled off the bed.
“And I will, but first. I’m going to go get them and get us some refreshments and gross hospital food.” grabbing his wallet from the front of his brown scrub pants. “Also Joyce brought clothes for us and these are a little ripe.” He pulls at the collar of his scrubs, and grabs the call button clipping it to your pillow. “I’ll be right back, promise.” You take hold of the hand he was using and press the side of your face with it.
“I would kiss it but we’re in a hospital, and I don’t know when you last washed them.”
“Yeah that’s fair,” He leans down leaving you with the impression of his kiss on your temple and thoughts. Caressing the side of your face before walking out the door. After a minute of contemplating you pull the sheet down and slowly bring the nightgown up. You of course weren’t wearing anything except this thin gown, ribbed gray socks and a ginormous diaper they slipped on after removing the catheter. Holding your mouth to quiet the sobs, you needed to calm down before they came back. They were all already so worried about you, so much you can’t imagine how Steve was still standing. You let your mind wander until feeling like you had to go to the bathroom, it hurt to let it sit in your bladder so you pressed the call button. After a few moments there was a knock on the door, someone announced themselves before entering, “Hello, Mrs. Harrington, what can I help you with?”
“Am I allowed to use the restroom with assistance or do-do I have to pee myself?” You asked quietly,
“Great question, if you're uncomfortable standing right now. You can most definitely use the alternative, but it is good to start moving right away. Just like you normally would postpartum.” She helped you use the restroom, changing the pull up as you continued to bleed. She assured you, it will likely occur for a couple days until your hormones balance again. There was a small shower and everything in this room, you were probably in Labor and Delivery now. You were able to wash your hands and wipe your face off a bit, before leaving she helped you to an upright position in the bed and got you some ice chips. It took about 15 minutes total. She made you feel more human. Instead of overwhelming you with information she was making you as comfortable as possible. Knocks clambered the door, opening to reveal your family. The answer to salvation in the darkest of times.
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Part Two
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Twilight of the Sandwiches Presents:
A Brief History of Zim-Dib Team Ups
The first time the concept of a team-up between these two even came up was in the episode "Planet Jackers". Zim’s usual telescope was destroyed due to the ‘earth tremors’ and he needed another one to double-check his Suspicions of Planet Jacking. The Membrane family, naturally, had the only remotely-advanced-enough-telescope in the general vicinity. Probably the only remotely-advanced-enough-telescope on Earth, although Zim didn’t check. Zim at first refuses the idea of asking for Dib’s help, primarily out of his sense of pride.
Zim: We want to destroy these people, not ask them for help. The very thought makes me make little... sicky noises.
But GIR’s prodding and the urgent situation makes him quickly give in.
However, Dib did not believe that Zim actually needed his help and that they had a common goal this time. Which, I mean, Zim wasn’t exactly the peak of tactfulness about this. He was clearly trying his best to Establish Dominance despite being the one asking for help.
But Dib really refused to even engage with what he was saying.
Zim: We don't have time for this, Dib! Your world might be in very great danger!
Dib: Well, yeah, you're trying to destroy the human race, remember?
So Dib shoos him out and… that’s basically the end of that. Zim takes out the Voot to check and handle the rest of the plot and the rescue of the human race on his own. Although Dib does get a brief moment at the end to maybe imply he realized that Zim wasn’t actually lying.
From here, we need to jump to "Hamstergeddon". After Zim ‘loses control’ of Peepi and gets knocked unconscious briefly, Dib immediately recognizes that this is the perfect opportunity to capture him… but also that Zim is the only one capable of defeating Actual Current Legitimate Threat to Humanity Ultra Peepi. He starts debating whatever he should do… while Zim recovers all by himself, with no help from him (but a little help from GIR).
But Dib does asks for Zim to work together this time, basically.
Dib: Wait, Zim! Promise me you're on our side this time.
Zim: I know not of sides, Earth stink. But just this once I agree with you. The hamster must be stopped.
…Although in this case, ‘working together’ primarily seems to be an agreement to not actively sabotage each other while Zim is facing off against Ultra-Peepi. Dib does try to protect Zim from the military at one point, but he fails and I don’t think Zim was even really aware of it.
Not as much a proper teamup as much as, like, a brief truce so they can focus more on the More Important Current Threat. But with these two hateful losers, that’s sometimes as close as you’re gonna get. Plus, this is both the first time the teamup actually happened - and also the first time Dib was the one who suggested they’ll work together.
Also, it is important to note that Zim was the first one to break this brief truce. Even if just in the most petty of ways.
From here we go to "Bolognius Maximus", similar to the ‘Planet Jackers’ situation - when Zim is Too Bologna to use his lab, he comes running to Dib and the Membrane Household Laboratory. This time, Zim is a lot more panicky and visibly desperate and less aggressive than he was in ‘Planet Jackers’ and Dib actually does understand why they need to team up.
Dib: Just this once... We work together!
Dib: Mortal enemies working together for the common goal!
Zim: Be quiet!
Dib’s dramatics make it sound like this is the first time they are working together and that… might be true? Depending on how you look at the Ultra Peepi Situation.
And this time, it is Dib who backstabs Zim first.
And although his dialogue implies that he accuses Zim of backstabbing him as well. Like, that he deliberately made a faulty formula to entrap Dib or something. Zim’s response really does not make it seem likely.
Dib: Oh, you rotten alien monster!
Zim: This inferior equipment! Irken babies play with more advanced toys!
I think Dib was just rationalizing his own betrayal by emphasizing how duplicitous and untrustworthy Zim is. Which… I mean, isn’t necessarily wrong. Zim is terrible. But at that little moment Dib has also proved that he can be just as terrible as Zim.
And as they devolve back into infighting, that little betrayal basically proves to be their undoing.
Until the next episode starts and everything’s fine!
(maybe the implication is that the double-crossing and the infighting didn’t happen in the ‘canon’ version of these events where they did turn back to normal?)
We’re getting a bit of a roleswap here in "Halloween Spectacular of Spooky Doom"! This time it’s Dib who’s coming to Zim for help because Zim’s the only one on the planet with advanced enough equipment to help him!
Dib: You're the only one who can help!
Zim: Help!?! You!?!
Dib: My dad won't let me use his equipment and I need to reverse the effect!
Zim: Help!?! You!?! Come to me, your greatest, most amazing enemy? Your future slave master and you ask for help!?!
Dib: You're the only other person with the technology to—
However, Zim rejects Dib’s cry for help because, well, they are enemies and also Zim’s already hopped up on Halloween Paranoia.
However, once they both end up trapped in the Halloween Dimension, Dib does manage to quickly convince Zim that keeping him alive is mutually beneficial to both of them and they officially team up…
…For like five seconds before Dib backstabs Zim again.
But as Zim successfully escapes on his own and Dib is captured - Zim is forced to go back to save Dib for the sake of his own safety as well. Although he is very very not happy about it.
(Screaming is Zim’s default. If he is actually quiet, then he is very serious and very angry.)
And as soon as he gets the desired use out of Dib’s head, he is quite happy to ‘return the favor’ and leave Dib to rot as well.
Zim: There! That should be wide enough!
Dib: What about me!?! How do I get back!?!
Zim: Good question! (pauses) But I don't care!
And when Dib does manages to get out without Zim's help, Zim makes it very clear that his desire for retribution is very very not satiated.
Zim: As soon as my skeleton stops being broken, I'm going to destroy you, Dib.
And now, for probably the most famous Zim-Dib team-up episode, "Tak: The Hideous New Girl"! So, once again, Zim’s technology is unavailable to him (this time, disrupted by Tak) and his only other choice is Dib and the Membrane Labs. And okay, to give some props to Zim, he did at least get better at explaining himself compared to ‘Planet Jackers’.
But that doesn’t help him against Dib’s stubbornness. Dib does want to investigate the Giant Evil Weenie Stand, but not enough to admit that Tak might not be trustworthy and that Zim, this time, is.
However, after getting a good look of Tak’s true nature, he, well… Zim and Dib still default to bickering with each other as second nature. But when Dib realizes he has a bargaining chip, he uses it to strike an alliance with Zim that both father his goals (learning more about Zim’s base) and serve their mutual goal of saving the earth.
Dib: Your base, our disk, Zim. Let us see the base.
Now, I wanted to say that this is actually the first time Zim and Dib teamed up without either of them double-crossing the other (although the fact they’ve done most of their teamwork by splitting off to take care of two different problems in two different arenas certainly helped).... But then I remembered “Backseat Drivers from Beyond the Stars” confirmed that Dib used that team-up as an opportunity to implant a spy-bug in Zim’s base. So I guess that would count as the betrayal for this little round of ‘teamwork’.
Now, in "Gaz, Taster of Pork" it’s once again Dib who is desperate enough to go to Zim for help. And this time, it’s Zim who utterly refuses to help him.
(And also pretends that they’ve never teamed-up before.)
Our last episode is "The Most Horrible X-mas Ever" and it's, well, both the last episode and a bit of an edgecase. Because when Dib came in charging against Santa, he thought he was still fighting against Zim. He had no idea that the suit had totally overwhelmed him and that he was basically saving his green ass.
But still, Zim saw Dib’s attack as an opportunity to overpower Santa and disable it, and Dib was at least capable of, like, reflexively putting their animosity aside to take his advice on how to defeat Santa for good (or so they thought).
Zim: Now, Dib! Throw it into space!
But also, as soon as Santa was defeated - Zim immediately used the opportunity to start a new plan based, or at least involving, sending an enraged mob after Dib while he was distracted.
So… what have we learned from all these stories of loose alliances and frequent betrayals? To be honest.... I have seen a lot of misconceptions in the IZ Fandom about the history of Zim-Dib Teamups. Like, I have seen multiple people claim that when Zim and Dib teamed up, Zim was always the one to initiate the team up, Dib was always the one to turn him away, and Dib was always the first one to break the alliance and double-cross Zim. And I was just like ‘hmmm… that doesn’t sound quite right. I think I need to double-check that’.
I believe this overview shows that, like… when it comes to initiating or rejecting alliances, these two's scores are pretty evenly-matched (depending on your definition of ‘teamup’ you can shift the scale a little in Zim’s favor, but it’s still like… an episode’s difference). And while it is true that Dib is more prone to backstabbing Zim during a teamup, it is also not a 100% absolute consistent trend as much as like a three-out-of-five cases sort of thing.
While Dib’s distrust, paranoia and absolute lack of qualms with betraying the trust of his enemy-turned-ally does showcase that he’s a lot more pragmatic and morally-gray than your Average Heroic Children’s Cartoon Boy Protagonist (or to put it bluntly, Dib is kind of an asshole) - that doesn’t mean Zim has any sort of moral or honorable high ground in those situation. Because Zim is ALSO an asshole!
Dib is not worse than Zim on the subject of team-ups and betrayals, but also... being about evenly-matched with Zim is still a pretty condemning position to be in, especially for a self-styled Heroic Savior of Humanity! But he's not worse, that is important to remember.
This little overview also serves as an interesting timeline of the way the Zim-Dib Teamups have developed and changed. In the sense that you can see how it takes them both a little while to even consider that idea an option (and yeah, admittedly, Zim gets there before Dib does). But once they do, teamups (or at least suggestions of teamups) suddenly become more frequent . It’s less of, like, a gradual process as much as, like, a switch turning as soon as they realize that going to each other for help is an option - even if it is a very desperate one.
And one last thing I noticed going over all of these episodes is… well, I said that Zim is not significantly more honorable or trustworthy or loyal when it comes to teamups with Dib, and I still think that’s true. But… he is actually significantly more reasonable.
And by that I mean, every time Zim goes to Dib for help - it is for a mutually beneficial goal. Whatever it’s something that will save both of their lives, or to protect the Earth from a competing invading/destructive force. And he always mentions that mutually-beneficial aspect to Dib directly.
Zim: We don't have time for this, Dib! Your world might be in very great danger!
Zim: You know, it would benefit you as well.
Zim: It seems the enemies have a common enemy: Tak! She's Irken and she's after my job and your planet.
Which sounds like a ridiculously low-bar to clear… except that Dib, usually the more grounded and clear-minded of these two rivals, often fails to clear it. He sometimes just goes to Zim with problems that Zim has no motivation to help him with and fails to argue why he should outside of the fact that it would be bad for Dib. The person that Zim hates.
Dib: Wait, Zim! Promise me you're on our side this time.
Dib: You're the only one who can help!
Zim: That's a good one! Help you?! Why should I help you?
Dib: Hey! I helped you when we were transforming into giant bolognas!
I mean, that’s not an absolute thing. Dib does sometimes seem to understand the concept of ‘if you want this guy that hates your guts to help you, you should offer him something he also needs in return’.
Dib: Your base, our disk, Zim. Let us see the base.
But it is notable that this total disregard to the question of ‘what would my enemy get out of helping me?’ seems to be his default response, especially when he is panicky and upset. And especially as this is a Dib-exclusive problem that Zim doesn’t seem to have. Despite Zim's defining traits being his irrational egoism.
Clearly it’s not an issue of morality. Like, it’s not a matter that Zim sees everything in terms of self-interest but Dib doesn’t comprehend why someone wouldn’t want to help a person in need because he’s just too darn gosh goody good. Because, as we’ve discussed already… Dib might be better than Zim - but he is absolutely a pragmatic, spiteful asshole in his own right. And he clearly understands why he wouldn’t want to help Zim without there being something in there for him.
Really, what that reminds me of the most is… that Dib also kinda does that Thing with Gaz. Dib constantly forgets that she has her own desires and motivations and that she kinda hates him. And he just kinda assumes that she's always ready to help him with anything if he just asks her too.
Dib: Good work Gaz! What you've been fighting is actually a robot controlled by Zim! Now you've gotta rescue me! I'm at the warehouse! It's twenty-
Even if she literally just finished beating to a pulp a robot that she thought was him.
You know, it’s his Main Character Syndrome. Dib thinks of himself as the Brave Hero Defending Against an Alien Invasion, and so he just assumes that his own needs and desires self-evidently triumph the needs and desires of everyone else. So much so that he keeps forgetting that Gaz thinks this is stupid and is always pissed at him for disregarding her needs and desires.
But… are these interactions in “Halloween Spectacular” and “Gaz, Taster of Pork’ imply that Dib’s self-centeredness is so bad that he can literally forget that his sworn enemy, his own internal justification for being self-centered, also does not inherently want to help him???
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Poker face
A/N: i wanna write a death note fic....
Pairing: Husband!Fyodor Dostoevsky x fem!reader
Content: You husband, Fyodor, doesn't tell you much about himself. He says that his stories will just bore you, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
Warnings: toxic relationships, mentions of murder, fyodor is a warning in itself😭
Words: 521
Oneshot under cut!
Fyodors eyes met mine from across the table, his cold gaze never leaving me even as he reached for his glass of wine and took a long sip. I watched his adams apple bob up and down with each swallow, the red liquid slowly disappearing from the glass. Our staring contest continued as he placed the glass down, leaning back in his chair resting his hands comfortably in his lap.
"How was your day, dear?" There was a smirk in his voice, even if it didn't show on his face. He didn't need to ask, he knew. He always knew.
"Fine" I blinked, keeping my face as neutral as possible. If I showed any cracks in my facade, he would have the upper hand. He would win. "Yours?"
"A bore" Fyodor sighed, moving his chess piece forward on the board. "Don't worry yourself, a worried wife is a useless one"
His words used to hurt me, burrowing like maggots into my brain and rotting away. Now I understood that I shouldn't take it to heart. That our marriage was a loveless one to begin with. That there was no reason to care for insults from a husband who only married me to use me as a tool in his game.
"Same for a worried husband, no?" I quipped back, moving my own piece. "Checkmate"
"You're learning" He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into the slightest smile. He didn't smile much, or at least, not a genuine smile. Whether this one was real or not, I had no idea. It looked more out of mockery than anything. "Shall we go to bed, or do you have more snarky comments for me?"
"It's only 9pm" I tilted my head to the side, eying up the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room.
"Is that an issue?"
"For a man who stays up all night working on something he won't tell me about, yes. Why so tired now?"
Fyodor sighed again, shaking his head and sending me a sharp glare. "Don't ask me questions you don't want the answer too"
A classic response. A warning, more like. Fuck around and find out, poke the bear and get eaten, or which ever cliché phrase you wanted to use. It was true, however. I didn't want to know what he got up too at his work-which he had told me was an office job that would 'simply bore me to death'.
But I had seen him leave late in the night, seen him return covered in blood, seen the headlines the next morning and heard the gossip from the woman in town.
A terrorist organization, the Rats they called it, revoking havoc all over the country. The leader had been spotted too many times to count, a sicky Russian man with a piercing purple gaze.
I wasn't stupid.
But I wouldn't pry, either. I had all the information I was going to get. Because if there was one thing Fyodor was best at, it was his poker face.
"Fine. Bed it is"
"That's a good girl, tuck me in, will you?"
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Okay yall. I quit trying to make this perfect. I'm well aware it's a little rough around the edges, and I'm also well aware not everyone will like it. Nonetheless, here’s my community service to the sickie bangtan lovers for this year <3
Drabble fic is below the cut. Thanks for waiting patiently! I truly hope you enjoy this pure indulgence lmao.
Title: one stormy night
Word count: 2.2k
Ship: namjinkook - caretakers namjin, sickie jungkook
Tropes: sickfic, fluff, lil bit of snz, basic flu symptoms (the good stuff ya know)
Set in a random AU where Namjin are lovers who own a small shop, Jin is a healer, Namjoon is a mage, and Jungkook is just struggling, ill stranger who manages to fall head over heels in love with his saviors, whilst namjin also fall hard lol.
Seokjin was startled abruptly at the sound of the iron knocker pounding the front door, pausing his job of drawing the drapes for the evening. He and his lover, Namjoon, shared a small cottage in the middle of the woods that was outfitted into a potion shop for the neighboring villagers.
It was well passed their closing time, and Jin knew they didn’t have any appointments on file this late in the day. His stomach clenched with nerves as his gaze shifted to his husband’s usual position by the hearth. “I’ll get the door,” he softly said, making his way over to gently coax Namjoon back down to sit in the armchair. “You had a lot of spells today. Rest a while, I can handle this.”
It was getting late, he was exhausted from a long day’s work, and he didn’t know who was pounding on the door. It would be easy to become frustrated and get rid of whoever beckoned them, but Jin wasn’t heartless. It was storming outside, and maybe someone needed help. The healer in him wouldn’t let someone in need fend for themselves, and he would much rather waste some time than have regrets in his consciousness.
Pulling his evening robes further across himself to help defend the evening chill, Jin released the deadlock and the binding spell on the door, cautiously opening it a crack to peer outside. An unfamiliar silhouette greeted him, though it was difficult to perceive little else due to the heavy rainfall.
“Good evening, stranger,” Jin’s eyes ghosted over the heavily soaked man before him, an oversized hood covering his features dripping rapidly as the rain continued to pour down relentlessly. “I’m afraid we haven't met before, is there something I can do for you?”
“Please,” came the drenched strangers’ reply. “I’m just trying to make it to eastern lands.” Jin took mental note of the thick rasp and nasally tone in his voice. “I just need a roof to block this storm for an hour or so. I’m very weary from traveling.” The stranger didn’t make any move to invade their cottage of his own volition, and he was leaning heavily against their meager porch post for support to stay upright.
The poor dear. Squinting in a fruitless attempt to see better through the storm, Jin took note of the stranger’s trembling frame, his soaked clothing underneath the heavy travel cloaks, and the poorly fitted boots on his feet. He’s been traveling for a long while, weeks at the very least.
“You’re welcome to come in and dry off for as long as you need,” a soft smile adorned Jin’s features as he reached out to help support the traveler’s weak frame for the short distance inside. “We haven’t got much to offer in means of transportation to the east, but you must at least rest here a while. You’re soaked through.” A familiar pang of sympathy pulsed through his heart.
Jin’s own clothing was becoming rather damp just holding the stranger’s underarms, it couldn’t have been comfortable in the slightest to travel through this disastrous weather heavily weighed down by wet cloaks.
At the sound of the door shutting behind them, Namjoon stood up abruptly, eyes narrowed skeptically onto the hooded stranger, but he made no move to turn him away either. Jin nodded in silent thanks for his husband’s trust, as the two made their way slowly across the foyer. "A traveler needs a place to rest tonight. Help me tend to him, Joonie?"
Catching him by surprise as he was speaking, Jin nearly tripped over himself when the stranger suddenly bent over, a series of thick, painful coughs erupting from deep within his chest. As he fought to pull in a deep breath, Jin gently tugged back his hood to better inspect the ailments plaguing him.
And - oh. What an absolute darling. The gentle scrunch of his nose, the soft doe eyes crinkled in irritation as the worst of the coughing fit passed. His cheeks were flushed from the cold air, and the fringe of his bangs dripped with rain water as they hung in front of his eyes. He was beautiful. Jin had only ever had eyes for Namjoon, but the sweet one before him brought up emotions bubbling within that he had not felt before. He always did get attached easily.
No matter though, he had a job to do, and the stranger needed medical attention regardless of his mysterious beauty. Jin was a professional, and he would tend to whatever ailment was present.
“That cough sounds awful, dear,” Jin spoke softly as he made to undo the poorly tangled cloak ties. “You can call me Jin-hyung, what would you like me to call you?”
“Jungkook is my name,” the little one managed to rasp out and Jin hardly concealed a wince at the painful sound of crackling phlegm in his throat. “I don’t mind what you call me though. I don’t have any means to pay, I’m sorry.”
Jungkook’s eyes were glistening with unshed emotion, and he was sniffling thickly, pawing at his nose and eyes desperately in obvious irritation.
Another pang of sympathy shot through Jin’s heart at the sight of tears, but before he could utter another word, Namjoon was already stepping around him to help Jungkook settle into an empty cot by the healer’s table. Jin easily recognized the look in the mage’s eyes as one of empathy and adoration. They were both so utterly hopeless.
“That’s quite alright, Jungkookie, you needn’t worry about such affairs,” Namjoon spoke in a soft whisper. “You can call me Namjoon hyung. Just lie back, and we will take good care of you. I promise.”
A mixed array of confusion and relief flooded Jungkook’s sweet features, and he blinked several times, allowing a few stray tears to trickle down his cheeks. “Thank you hyungs, I’m afraid I’m not well,” he briefly paused speaking as his breathing caught roughly, a small trembling hand still rubbing harshly at his nose. “It’s been weeks and this head cold just isn’t going away. My travels have just made everything w-worse…oh…e-excuse me,” His lovely eyelids fluttered shut, as several productive sneezes ripped out of his chapped nose, chest heaving wildly in a desperate attempt to quell his breathing back to normal. Jungkook let out a shuttering sigh afterward, teary eyes darting away from the healer every so shyly. “Pardon me, please. I can’t seem to stop sneezing.”
“Oh sweetheart,” Jin cooed gently, reaching out to wipe his messy nose with a handkerchief. “Sounds like a little more than a nasty cold to me. I’m a trained healer, and Namjoonie here is a mage. I’ll check you over and see if we can’t get some medicine and hot soup into you by the end of the hour.” His gentle, calculated hands were tenderly pulling Jungkook’s soaked downshirt off, Namjoon already having started freeing him of his trousers.
“We need to get you out of these wet clothes and bundled up to dry by the fire,” Jin wrapped a soft, cotton towel around Jungkook’s trembling frame, and the relief on his face was so genuinely innocent, that he felt his own emotions stirring up. “Joonie, dear, if you wouldn’t mind putting the kettle to boil, fetching me some blankets and a clean nightshift, please.”
Jungkook was finding it harder to pay attention to Jin’s words than it should’ve been. Time seemed to slow down as he lost the ability to function properly. His breathing was becoming labored and that ever-present aching in his chest was becoming a harsh sting now. When did it get so warm? Or was it cold? He couldn’t tell anymore.
He had begun to slouch so low into himself, and his eyes were starting to close tiredly. Jin gently pressed the back of his hands to Jungkook’s cheeks and neck, humming softly at the detection of his obvious temperature. The poor dear, so very exhausted from traveling ill. “It’s quite alright if you fall asleep now, sweetheart. Just lie back down, I’ll wake you when I have medicine for you to take.”
As if by order of Jin’s permission, Jungkook’s consciousness slowly slipped into a light doze, long past the point of exhaustion. His breathing evened down to labored short puffs of stuffy air, nose scrunched up ever so sweetly into a sleepy, ticklish expression. It only had been movements, but Jin’s heart was entirely stolen.
At the younger’s slip into a fitful sleep, Jin made quick work of checking his vitals, throat, nose, and ears - getting a specific reading on his rising temperature, a worrying one, no less. Namjoon was back a few moments after he finished pulling a thick comforter up over Jungkook’s sleeping form.
“Water just started boiling hyung,” he whispered as he placed a stack of wool blankets and a silken shift on the armchair. “Want me to fill a basin of hot water and get some ailment tea brewed?”
Jin’s eyes softened even further at his lover, unable to look stressed even in the face of the ill young one beside himself. “That would be lovely, Joonie, thank you. Help me dress him first?”
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Jungkook’s head felt heavy, dizzyingly so. There was also a nauseating spin of the room from lying horizontally as his ill body fought to stay sleeping. He didn’t know how long he’d been dozing off, time was passing unawares to him, though it didn’t feel near long enough before his consciousness was slipping back in. An irritating tickle was forming deep in his sinuses, whilst, unfortunately, his little nose scrunches were doing little to fight back. Having no wherewithal to cover, Jungkook released a flurry of wet, desperate sneezes into the firm chest next to him.
“Oh Jungkookie,” Namjoon softly cooed from above. “Blessings, you sound so poorly.” He was poorly, what a gods sent gift the hyungs shop was nearby. Sniffling desperately to contain the productive wetness that was now beneath his nose, Jungkook felt his eyes well up once more.
“My handkerchief is wet.” He whined softly, words muffled into the sweet hyung cradling him. He needed something to cover with, he needed to sneeze again. And what a tragedy it was indeed because the tickle persisted despite the fit he had just released previously. Damn, his ever-sensitive nose. Always getting in the way of comfort.
“I can’t blow my nose… and I need to…” He trailed off breathily, already starting to work his way into a hitch. A shuffling of movement briefly distracted his gasping speech, as his face was suddenly covered in a warm, large bundle of soft fabric. “Here, sweetie. All yours.” Jungkook felt Namjoon’s deep voice reverberate through his whole being, though perhaps that was also the fever chills shaking him through.
Noting he was now pressed against bare skin, not a cotton downshirt, his brain fumbled to keep up with the fact that he was presently leaking tears and mucus all over Namjoon’s shirt. He wasn’t thinking, the logical part of his brain long past gone, in the throes of his current predicament. If he had been, perhaps the prospect of using another man’s shirt in lieu of a handkerchief would’ve been embarrassing. One he had scarcely just met, no less. But he didn’t even have time for that. His eyes were watering, mouth falling open in desperate breaths, his nose burning ever so badly as it teased his need for release. Instead of granting him relief, though, the hitching just made him cough harshly, once again, all over Namjoon.
“Let’s get you in some dry clothes, sweetie,” Namjoon muttered, gently combing his hands through the young man’s hair. “I have a nice, warm nightshift right here for you.”
All Jungkook could seem to muster out was a small moan in response, shaky and once again, hitched, as he pawed at his nose in sleepy annoyance. “I know Jungkookie, almost there. I’m sorry, I know it’s chilly. Just gotta get this over your head now…there we go, left arm first, good boy.“ Was that Jin’s voice now? The feeling of cold air fading into warm silk on his skin caused a raspy whine to come out of his mouth before his thoughts even caught up. “It’s okay, it’s okay. All done.” Definitely Jin.
Despite the warm, dry clothing covering him now, chills racked his body relentlessly. It didn’t take but a few more hitching breaths before his face scrunched up in a defeated flurry of congested sneezes. “Bless you, little one. Come on, blow for me,” Jin whispered from his left, the down shirt coming back up to cover most of his face. Jungkook was ever obedient though, so he managed to huff out a thick blow at Jin's discretion. Gods this shirt was going to be so gross. Poor Namjoon. “There we go, all better. Good job, Jungkookie.” For someone whose shirt was now a makeshift hanky, Namjoon’s voice sounded awfully pleased with him.
A flush dusted his cheeks as he glanced up at both men in pure adoration, one not having to do with his fever. But the hyungs didn’t need to know that. Soft wool blankets were quickly wrapped around his shoulders, and he let out a relieved sigh when his feet were placed in a basin of hot water. The trembling didn’t stop, nor did the deep aches in his body, but the sudden warmth and Namjoon and Jin’s presence were enough to let him doze off for a while. He was safe. And for now, that was enough.
#sick jungkook#bts sickfic#bts sickfics#sickfic#caretaking#its hereeeee#i realize this might be disappointing#considering how long it took me lmao#but its my first fic since 2020#so#im proud ig#pls let me know how it is#i crave validation lmao
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Winter Sneazon Songs
Thanks to @just-a-nervous-bean I woke up this morning with a FERVER to remaster some of the popular Xmas songs. Enjoy my dumb moment of ridiculousness. Winter, I'm comin for your songs!!
Note: I only did english ones because I'm NOT confident enough to do others!
Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree:
Sneezin’ around the Christmas tree
Have a fitful allergy
Mistletoe hung and causing sneeze
Every histamine lights you up
Deck the Halls:
Deck the halls with hot allergies
Ah-ah-ah-AH-AH!! Ah-Ah-A-CHOO!
'Tis the season to be sneezy
Ah-ah-ah-AH-AH!! Ah-Ah-A-CHOO!
Don we now our tea and blankets
Ah-ah-ah-AH-AH!! Ah-Ah-A-CHOO!
Pull me close and sneeze on me
Ah-ah-ah-AH-AH!! Ah-Ah-A-CHOO!
White Christmas:
I'm dreaming of a white tissue
Just like the ones I use to blow
When my nostrils glisten
And snzfuckers listen
To hear the sighs after Hi'shoo!
Let it Snow:
Oh, the allergies outside are frightful
But sneeze is so delightful
And the mess has no place to go
Let him blow! Let him blow! Let him blow!
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas:
Have yourself a sneezy little sickness
Let you blow with might
The colds this year are worth a sight
The Christmas Song:
Nostrils tingling and feel like fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide colds spread through the choir
And folks stuff tissues in their coat
(this one was already pretty fetty; I had to leave that one line)
Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer:
Rudolph the red nose sickie
Had a very sniffly nose
And if you ever saw it
You would probably help him blow
Winter Wonderland:
We’re all sneezing, are you listening?
Upper lips, they are glistening
A beautiful sight
We're happy tonight
Walking in the winter with a cold
It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year:
It's the most whumpiest time of the year
With the flus incapacitating
And everyone telling you drink your tea
It's the most whumpiest time of the year
Silent Night:
Silent sneeze, open sneeze
All are good
All are hot
Round yon snzfucker, it’ll be alright
Hold it back, or hitchy and wild
Sneeze for all of us please
Sneeze for all of us please
Joy to the World:
Joy to the world, the sneeze has come
Let me receive your spray
Let everyone prepare the bed
And Chhinkni shall make you sneeze
And Chhinkni shall make you sneeze
And Qtips and Chhinkni shall make you sneeze
It’s Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas:
It's beginning to look a lot like Cold Season
Everywhere you go
Though you deny it now and then, your nose is glistening once again
With aches and pains and shivering you know
It's beginning to look a lot like Cold Season
Tissues in every store
But the prettiest sight to see is the sneeze art that will be
On your own tumblr wall
#snz#snzfucker#snz fet#snz thoughts#snz songs#snz things#kinky songs#zen rambles#I had others on my list but these came to me easiest#Feel free to add more
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Anxious stomach
Fandom: Stray Kids
Sickie: Jisung
Caregivers: Chan & Hyunjin
Prompt: @sicktember
No one’s POV.:
Jisung was schedule to appear in a game show, which in and of itself wasn’t that much out of the ordinary. However, he hadn’t really done that without any of the other members present. This show would be a pretty big deal too with high viewing figures and a live audience present. Although Jisung was a little excited to make an appearance there, he was at least as nervous if not more because he wouldn’t be there alongside his members. The shoot was scheduled for the following day but Jisung already couldn’t focus on anything. He sat in Chan’s studio supposed to write songs but he just couldn’t come up with anything. His thoughts circling around the upcoming schedule only, making his stomach flutter just thinking about it. Chan and Changbin had caught on a while ago but didn’t mention it though the sound of Jisung tapping his foot was truly irritating the longer it went on.
“Ji”, Changbin called, “Breathe.” He had called his dongsaeng’s name a couple of times, wanting to discuss a verse he had written but got no reaction. When he turned, he found the younger staring at a spot on the wall, face blank. Snapping out of his stupor, Jisung drew a shaky breath and looked up at his hyungs. Chan gently took his hand, noting how clammy it was, and hummed: “Do you need to take a breather?” The younger shook his head. “S-Sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about this show”, Jisung stammered, his leg bouncing faster now. “Yeah, we can tell”, Changbin said softly, “And that’s alright but if you need to step out, take a little break or something, we can do that.” Since it didn’t seem like their dongsaeng was going to make a decision anytime soon, Chan figured the best they could do was to distract him from his worries, so they kept talking to him a lot more, actively asking him for ideas, so he’d be forced to think about the song they were working on.
Not wanting his dongsaeng to have to attend such an important schedule while sleep-deprived, Chan made sure they went back to the dorm a bit earlier than usual. It was no guaranty that Jisung would get enough sleep, as he would most likely lie awake stressing about everything that could go wrong or ways he could embarrass himself in front of the camera but that a different problem. While Changbin went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed, Chan sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. Plopping down next to the leader, Jisung pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. “Do you want to talk about it?”, the older offered but Jisung shook his head. Picking at his nails, the rapper mumbled: “I’m just- I don’t know if I can do that. I’ve never- I’ve never done that with any of you guys there with me and I can’t stop- I can’t stop thinking about it and now- now my tummy feels funny too and-“ – “Sung, hey. Take a breath in between, yeah?”, Chan reminded softly. Nodding, Jisung drew a breath and shuddered: “Gosh, I feel like I need to be sick.” – “Right now?”, the older asked worriedly. Sure, the rapper looked pale but it had been a while since he had last worked himself up to the point of being physically sick. Shaking his head, Jisung buried his face in his hands and attempted his breathing exercises. “Not right now but my stomach isn’t happy at all”, he muttered, trying to slow his racing heart.
Once Changbin was done in the bathroom, Chan sent Jisung off to get ready for bed before the Aussie himself headed to the kitchen to make some tea. He hoped a warm cup of chamomile tea would ease his dongsaeng’s nerves enough for him to fall asleep. Chan had just dropped a teabag into the other’s favorite cup and filled it up with boiling water when he heard the boy cough. Wincing in sympathy, the leader sighed to himself. Jisung had probably started to hyperventilate again, choking on air. Chan quietly made his way to the bathroom as the younger’s cough sounded more strained. Finding his dongsaeng curled around the toilet bowl, he felt his hart break and crouched next to him. The leader gently ran his hand up and down Jisung’s smile and whispered: “You’re okay, Sung. Can you take a deep breath for me?” With trembling fingers the younger reached for his hand and clutched it tightly as he hiccupped, pitching forward with a retch. He just couldn’t seem to get a full breath in before his stomach would seize up.
“That’s it, get it all out if that’s what it takes for your stomach to calm down”, Chan hummed, patting Jisung’s back as the rapper choked up his dinner. The back of his shirt was already completely sweat-through, clinging to his skin. Slipping his hand under his shirt, Jisung could feel his stomach twist and turn under his palm. The repeated gags made his throat ached and there was a pulsing behind his temples from the strain. He was glad that Chan was with him. His vision had already started to get fuzzy around the edges and he was pretty sure he was about to pass out but his hyung was there, a steady rock in a stormy sea. Chan stayed with him as his throat contracted with useless gags, reminding: “Deep breaths, hm? It looks like your empty, so let’s try to breathe together, yeah?” The Aussie demonstrated one of the breathing exercises he knew his dongsaeng used to calm himself down. Jisung tried to mirror him and they breathed together for almost ten minutes, during which Chan flushed the toilet and pulled the boy into his arms. When he finally trusted the younger not to pass out, the leader helped him to his feet and handed him some mouthwash. “S-sorry”, Jisung mumbled, wiping his lips. Shaking his head, Chan denied: “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I made some tea, so if you feel ready to go to bed now, I’ll get it for you.” – “Thank you, hyung”, the rapper breathed, “For the tea and for being there.”
The tea had helped some and Jisung had been able to get at least a few hours of sleep before his alarm went off. Dread washed over him when he realized what his schedule for the day would be like. He was in a daze as he dressed and got himself ready to head out. Spending the car ride in a daze, Jisung let himself be whisked away to get his hair and makeup done. He felt shaky and faint as he leant into his seat, trying to breathe steadily. Not wanting to get scolded for picking at his nails, the rapper dug them into the armrests of his chair. His stomach cramped, making him wince. Jisung snuck his hand under his shirts and lightly ran his palm over his sore middle.
Jisung paced the dressing room, waiting to be called to go on stage. It had already taken longer than he had anticipated, which gave him all the more time to overthink. Delays weren’t really common when there were live audiences present, so he wasn’t really sure what was happening and why he had to wait. His pacing was eventually interrupted when a staff member came to inform him about a technical issue, which would need to be fixed before they could start. Jisung’s chest grew tight. The audience would surely be far more critical if they were left waiting beforehand. With shaky hands, the rapper unlocked his phone and texted their group chat. He just needed to talk to one of the members for a while, so he wouldn’t go insane while waiting.
What Jisung hadn’t expected was for a security guard to poke his head into the dressing room asking a manager if someone could come in. The rapper didn’t understand the hushed conversation, his eyes widening in surprise when the door opened further. “Hey”, Hyunjin smiled as he pulled his dongsaeng into a hug, “I have a photoshoot only a few buildings down the street and they need to make some adjustments to the set, so I asked if I could visit you while I have to wait.” Jisung nodded, taking everything in as tears welled up in his eyes. He wasn’t alone anymore. “Aigoo, don’t cry”, the dancer shushed, “Your makeup looks too pretty for that. Are you feeling okay? You didn’t throw up again, did you?” – “I- How’d you-“, the younger stammered, clinging to Hyunjin’s shoulders. Guiding the boy to sit down on a couch, the older whispered: “Heard you last night but I knew Chan was with you, so I figured I better give you some space.” Jisung hummed in acknowledgement, sniffling: “Didn’t throw up again but my tummy really hurts.” – “It’s okay”, Hyunjin smiled as he took a seat on the couch. He pulled his dongsaeng to lie across his lap and offered: “Do you want me to rub your tummy till either of us has to get back to work?”
The dancer’s tummy rubs helped a great deal, distracting him from his nerves. Jisung was lucky enough to be the first one being called up to work, so he wouldn’t have to wait on his own again. He hadn’t expected for the show to go over so smoothly after their initial difficulties but by the end of it, he had actually enjoyed himself despite his stomach still feeling weird. The shoot had almost taken the entire day, so when Jisung made it back to his dorm, he was winded. As he opened the door, all the members were there, cheering for him because they knew how anxious he had been before. “See, you got it over with and I bet you did just fine”, Chan praised as he pulled the younger into a hug, “I’m really proud of you, Sungie. You know that, right?” Rendered speechless by the surprise, Jisung could only nod against his hyung’s shoulder before the other members took turns hugging and congratulating him.
“How do you feel now?”, Hyunjin asked softly as he ruffled his friend’s hair. Smiling, Jisung shrugged: “Relieved, surprised that I actually enjoyed it, I don’t know. My tummy’s still weird but different.” – “I bet you haven’t eaten all day”, Changbin chuckled, “Come on, Minho-hyung made dinner and I bet after a hearty meal your stomach feel much better. We can also watch a movie afterwards.” It was a lighthearted evening after that and Changbin was right, the remaining weird feeling in Jisung’s stomach had been hunger, which was soon quelled when Minho served them dinner.
#fanfic#fluff#comfort#stray kids#skz#fanfiction#sickfic#sick#sicktember2023#sicktember 2023#emeto#hyunsung#chansung
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