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sneezeshame · 1 year

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a sickie succumbing to a nasty midwinter cold, but they still want to make it home from a trip in time for christmas. they sound so bad over the phone that their partner says not to bother and to stay home and rest because it’s a horribly long trip, but theyre determined. they pack their bags and, after a night where their stuffy nose keeps them from sleeping well, they make their way to the economy class flight scheduled for early in the morning.

it’s a 9 hour flight and they feel horrible the whole way. they try to sleep, but they can’t quite get comfortable, and whenever they dose off a little they let out little stuffy snorts and snores from their cold, which they feel terribly self consious about. the pressure makes their sinuses ache and their stuffed up ears pop, their face hurts, and the dry air of the cabin doesn’t help their throat or nose. by the time they land they’re starting to get a wet, chesty cough and chills to go with everything, but they buy another full tissue box and make their way to their connecting flight, only struggling to stay awake during an hour layover.

another four hours there, and again they try to sleep with their lap overflowing with used tissues, but they barely sleep a wink. their nose whistles and snuffles and burbles. their cold is so wet and obvious and severe that other passengers try their best to avoid them. they just can’t get comfortable, and again the take off and landing puts even more pressure on their overfull sinuses and ears. by the time they stagger off the plane they feel like death warmed over, but it’s dark again now, theyre horribly jet lagged, and they need to drive another three hours through the ice and snow home.

they get into their car and immedietely sneeze all over the steering wheel. it’s a relief to not have to hide their disgusting sick nose sounds now that theyre alone, but the chills and aches and coughing and sneezing are miserable at this point. they honestly wonder if they should have stayed at the hotel as their partner wanted them to. between the ice, snowstorm, sneezing, and need for breaks to drink more coffee, the trip takes five hours instead of three, and they struggle to stay awake the whole time.

they shiver as they pull into the driveway and cough as their partner runs out to greet them. “Dodd ged doo glose,” they say as a warning, “Budd berry grisdbas. I bissed you so budge.” they sound disgusting; their partner is happy to see them, but terribly worried. they urge them to shower; by the time they get out, their partner has the humidifier running on high and severe cold and flu medicine set out for them, but it’s also 1am, and the sickie was feeling themselves almost fall asleep in the shower.

“By dose bages gross doises whedd I sleeb righd dow,” they warn with a congested sniffle. their partner reassures them that they don’t care what they sound like; they just want them to rest. between the cold medicine and the humidifer and this reassurance, they fall into a loud, snoring, congested sleep.

the plan was to meet their partner’s family at 8am on christmas morning, but at 6am the sickie is shaken awake and feels utterly horrible-- the long, sleepless travel home, coupled with stress and the jetlag, has caused the cold to grow even worse, and they feel absolutely knocked flat on their back even with a generous dose of medicine. their partner takes their temperature; theyre running a fever of 102, and their partner decides the sickie will be spending christmas in bed, both for their own health and to keep from spreading this awful bug around any further. the sickie, propped up in bed to help them breathe, barely awake, is quick to fall back asleep.

their partner visits their family, but only briefly, citing how ill their partner is. when they get home, the sickie is still fast asleep, although it’s uncomfortable and theyre clearly fighting for it-- the cold is loud and full of snorts and whistling and wheezing and coughing. they might have been fine if they’d just stayed for a few more days, but a proper trip to the doctor might be in order now...

#snz

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bluemoonshadow561 · 1 year

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Thinking about unexpected caretaking between a sickie and a caretaker who might not know each other well or have an intimate relationship but are forced into a situation that requires it…

sickie on the floor in a public bathroom, on the ground, etc., weak, tired, feverish after vomiting, wants to lean on the toilet or lie down, but a germ-conscious companion stops them and coaxes them to lean on them instead

sickie on some form of public transportation like a bus, train, plane, the sickie, feeling too awful to hold their head up any longer, leans on someone who they don’t typically show this type of affection with

after having passed out or nearly passed out, the sickie leans heavily on or against someone, much closer to this person than they usually would be, and their companion is so concerned it doesn’t even faze them

trying to make it through a crowd, a companion grabs the arm or hand of the sickie to make sure they don’t get separated, pass out, etc.

#emeto #vomiting #sickfic #puke #whump ideas #caretaker

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somber-sapphic · 6 months

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Here we are!! Sorry this took me so long, but here is a prompt list for my 500 follower celebration! I will be writing ten total fics, so it is a first come first serve situation.

Choose:

1 Caretaker dialouge

1 Sickie dialogue

And one or two extras!

Send all of these in with your pairing and I’ll have them done as soon as I can! :D

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Caretaker Dialogue:

1. “When’s the last time you ate?”

2. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

3. “I know it’s gross, but you need medicine.”

4. “I don’t care, work can wait.”

5. “Oh sweetheart. You’re worse than I thought.”

6. “That doesn’t look like just a cold”

7. “Allergies don’t make you shiver like that.”

8. “I love you, but you look like a corpse.”

9. “What are you doing up?”

10. “That’s definitely a fever.”

Sickie Dialogue:

1. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

2. “I’ve had a cold before.”

3. “You’re smothering me.”

4. “Could I have some tea?”

5. “Five more minutes, then rest.”

6. “I don’t feel too hot.”

7. “Sorry, I can’t stop sneezing.”

8. “I think going out last night was a bad idea.”

9. “I don’t want to be alone.”

10. “I’m just tired.”

Extras:

⛺️- Sick on vacation

❄️- Stuck in the cold

🏥- Trip to the hospital/drs office

🌷- Just allergies…right?

✈️- Sick on the move (ex., plane ride, road trip…)

☀️- Summer cold

🌡️- High fever

💼- Stuck at work

🔇- Lost voice

🌑- Nightmares

#500 followers #follower celebration #sickfic prompts #send in requests #sickfics #marvel sickfic #criminal minds sickfic #supergirl sickfic #station 19 sickfic

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crystalsnow95z · 9 months

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Sickie: Namjoon with stomach flu (vomit, fever)

Caretaker; mostly Yoongi and Jin

"Let's do one more run-through before the real thing tomorrow." J-hope's voice echos in the empty stadium. Namjoon was still trying to catch his breath from them doing idol, deciding where they would gather to do the chorus.

"Namjoon-ah are you okay?" Jin asks, rubbing the back of the rapper's neck. "You want some water? You seem really tired today."

Namjoon takes the water gratefully. "Yeah, I'm still jet lagged, that's all. I'll be fine by tomorrow. I'll just go to bed early tonight."

Namjoon struggles through the choreography, feeling nauseated. (I should've eaten something on the plane..) He was glad they weren't taking it seriously. Only trying to get the positions correctly, his smaller movements going unnoticed.

"Well done, everyone!" J-hope bows to the backup dancers, the other members doing the same, except for Namjoon who only bows his head.

"Are you okay, Joon-ah?" Yoongi asks. "You're looking pale."

"Yeah, I just need to eat. My stomach hurts." Namjoon rubs his gurgling stomach. "I didn't eat much before we left Korea, and I didn't eat on the plane."

"We'll eat soon. I'll ask staff to order us something while we're on our way." Yoongi leads Namjoon to one of the cars.

"What's wrong with Namjoonie hyung?" Jungkook asks when he notices Yoongi leading him.

"He did the practice on an empty stomach." Yoongi answers for him while Namjoon yawns.

"Aigoo, practicing on an empty stomach is the worst. Do you want to chew on some gum? It helps my stomach when I'm hungry." Taehyung takes out the some gum from his bag. He had made a habit of packing it when they travel to keep his ears from popping on planes and to have something on lengthy practice days.

Namjoon takes it, the mint gum helping to soothe his sour stomach. "That's actually a lot better, thanks."

Taehyung smiles. "No problem, hyung."

Back at the hotel, they all gathered in Namjoon's hotel room to eat, practicing their French for the upcoming concert.

"merci army.." J-hope does a fake head bow to the imaginary crowd, filling his stomach with local cuisine.

"Merci beaucoup." Taehyung makes a cheek heart.

"What's bea..ucoup..?" Jungkook asks.

"It's kinda just.. a more grateful, bigger thank you." Taehyung explains the best he can.

"You're just trying to show off your French skills." Jungkook pushed his shoulder playfully.

"I'm not." Taehyung says taking another bite of food.

Namjoon only ate about half as everyone else, but no one seemed to notice. He was sure to grab a piece of meat when Yoongi or Jin looked at him popping a piece in his mouth.

His stomach started to ache again after eating. (It might just be that I'm not used to the food, and it's on the greasy side.) Namjoon lies to himself. He couldn't admit he was sick. Not when he had three concerts to do.

"How do you say make some noise? Do you know?" Yoongi asks Taehyung.

"Ah.. I don't know.." Taehyung looks it up on his phone.

"faites du bruit."

The phone speaks in a robotic voice. Taehyung plays it again before trying to mimic it, Yoongi joining in.

While the others were distracted, Namjoon took his chance to go to the bathroom, his stomach trying to urgently push out his dinner, mouth pooling with sick.

He quickly turns on the sink to try to cover up the sound, gagging as quietly as he could into the tolietbowl, holding it tightly as another mouthful of mush splashes into the water.

Namjoon continued to try to handle the situation on his own, despite his desperate desire for Jin to rub his back or Yoongi to encourage him it'll be over soon.

When Namjoon finally finishes, he feels shaky on his feet. (That was awful..) He groans softly holding his sore abdomen, brushing his teeth to get the taste out of his mouth.

"Namjoon-ah." He heard the voice of Jungkook from the other side of the door. "Are you finished? I really need to use the bathroom.

"Uh..yeah, one second." (Sh*t..) Namjoon quickly flushed the toliet, opening the door for Jungkook, hoping the air vent got rid of enough of the sickly scent in the air.

Namjoon spits into the sink. "All yours Kook." He leaves to sit back by J-hope contemplating how he'd get the six out of his room so he could lay down without making them suspicious.

"Namjoon-ah you look pale, are you okay?" J-hope reaches for Namjoon, touching his forehead.

"I'll be fine. I'm just tired. We practiced for hours after a 11 hour flight.. We should all get to bed early." He tried the direct approach first.

"It's only 9:30." Jungkook points out with a pout.

"It'll take you at least an hour after laying down to go to sleep." Jin counters. "At least go lay down in your room."

"I'm tired too." Yoongi states with wide mouth yawn.

Jungkook doesn't argue, gathering his stuff. "Alright, hyung. I'll go to my room."

Everyone gathers their things to leave, going to their rooms, except Yoongi.

"Namjoon-ah here." Yoongi shoves a twin pack of medicine bottles into his hand one for day and one for night. "I asked staff to buy this for you.."

"Flu medicine? But i said-"

"Namjoon-ah I've known you for years. Cut the bullsh*t. I know you aren't feeling well, and your excuses won't work on me. Just take it."

Namjoon smiles softly. "Alright.. thank you Yoonie-hyung.."

"You need to tell me and Hoba if you're feeling up to this tomorrow. Don't try to push yourself harder than you can handle. Okay? We can figure this out together. Don't try to handle it all on your own." Yoongi squeezes Namjoon's shoulder.

"I just don't want to disappoint army. It's been five years since we performed here.." Namjoon couldn't promise he wouldn't try anyway, and thankfully Yoongi didn't ask him to.

Namjoon felt better after taking the medicine Yoongi gave him last night. He still felt nauseous when he moved, but it didn't feel like he needed to vomit. The stage check went perfectly, and he managed to convince Yoongi that he was fine. "I can do this.." He whispers to himself as he changes outfits, loosening the belt so it doesn't add pressure to his bloated middle.

"Is everyone ready?" Namjoon asks, rallying up the members. "Let's put on a good show.." He places his hand in the center, the boys hyping themselves up with their chant.

Yoongi led them to the lifts where they would appear, going right into Fire as soon as they reached the stage.

J-hope squeezes Namjoon's hand, wondering if Yoongi told him about last night or if he was suffering from nerves. (We can do this..)

As soon as the stage lights hit him and he started moving to the choreography, he felt like he was actually on fire, feeling his head spin, his jump slower than the other by a mere half second.

The crowd didn't notice that he messed up, but he knew J-hope did, but instead of his usual strict choreography leader look, it was with concern. (I'm sorry..) Namjoon mouthed the word.

As they switched into the next song the painful sloshing in his stomach worsened, relieved that he was holding a mic instead of having a headset to keep his wet burps from being heard. His body was starting to ache, his movements coming out stiff.

(One more song, then we'll do an introduction and change outfits, i just have to hold it until then..)

Namjoon's voice cracks when it comes to his verse, a painful ripple across his stomach making it hard to keep his voice under control. (Sh*t..I can't keep messing up..) Namjoon's guilt just made his stomach knot, amplifying the pain.

He felt his stomach lurch, pushing up the salad he had for breakfast, so he had at least something in his system. He swallows it back down, grimacing at the foul taste as it slides back down. (Not here.. please not here..)

Namjoon felt worse as he continued, already drenched in sweat without even being halfway through the concert. He pushed himself harder just to keep up with the others.(I need to take some more medicine..) the only thing that kept him going was the fans chanting his name..

"1..2..3.." Namjoon bows with the others, saying their hellos, working their way down the line.

"Hyung, you're already soaked in sweat, slow down.." Jimin whispers to him.

"I will..The next songs are slower. I'll be fine.."

Namjoon was far from fine.

(My head is splitting..) Namjoon swayed as he walked around the stage, unable to bring himself to bounce around like the others. Yoongi went up to him, hugging him from behind. "Namjoon you need to go off stage.. You're getting worse.."

Namjoon shakes his head, not thinking rationally. His mind was set on one thing and one thing only. Not disappointing the fans who screamed loudly for him when he sang his verse.

"You need to stop, i shouldn't have let you perform tonight." Yoongi tells him in a stern tone, like a father scolding theit child, mixed with worry."I mean it, Namjoon. Get off the stage. Now." Yoongi turns him to face the steps. (He's not looking well at all.. he's gonna vomit. I know it..)

Namjoon's eyes widen at Yoongi's tone, mistaking it for anger. He usually understood thats just the way he talked, but his mind was clouded from his rising fever. The movement made his stomach churn violently. Namjoon tried to calmly walk off stage, afraid if he moved too fast, he'd lose his breakfast in front of everyone. Seeing him leaving, Yoongi gets back to the song, just barely making it to his part before j-hope finishes his line.

Namjoon felt another wet burp come, the hot sick burning his throat as he runs off the stage swallowing it down once more, looking for anywhere that he could be sick in, but when he goes to the steps to leave the stage, his stomach had other plans, burping up its contents before he even got down two steps.

Yoongi quickly grabs his waist to keep him from falling forward, the pressure setting off Namjoon's stomach once more, spraying green all over the steps. (Fu*k.. sh*t.. I need to get him somewhere private..) Yoongi pulls Namjoon's arm around him, leaning heavily on the railing as he steps down, careful not to slip on the soiled stairs. He could feel the heat coming off of his body.

"Namjoon-ah you're an idiot, why did you continue when you were this sick? You told me you were okay.." Yoongi's scolding came out as a soft whine, feeling guilt for not telling the others. "I need help.. Namjoon got sick on the stairs.." Yoongi calls for help, several staff members coming to his call when they see Namjoon heaving they scatter to find a bin.

(I'm gonna be sick again..) Namjoon clamps his hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from coloring the floor with more sick. (My heads spinning.. I don't even think I can stay sitting..)

Yoongi grips Namjoon tightly by the shoulder when he feels him falling forward. "I got you..I got you..it's alright Joon, if you make a mess, you make a mess. No one will care. I'll clean it up myself if I have to." Yoongi could feel Namjoon's spine tensing underneath his gentle rubs.

When he hears J-hope singing his verse the guilt sent his stomach over the edge, the sick coming out, dripping down his hand and into his lap.

"Just let it up Namjoon-ah, you'll feel better if you stop fighting it.." Yoongi grabs Namjoons wrist to move his hand from his face.

A staff member places a bin in Namjoon's lap. The sick rapper finally stop fighting it a proper place to throw up in, body trembling as it pushed out everything it had.

"I need water and some towels, please?" Yoongi asks, still holding the wrist of Namjoon.

"We can take care of him while you perform." The staff member offers.

"Yoongi go..I'll be okay.." Namjoon knew he'd regret it if he kept Yoongi down with him, making them two members short.

"I'll go back up after the VCR clip. Let me at least clean you up.. and I need to wait for the stairs to be clean anyway.." Yoongi takes the towel staff brought him, wetting it with the water bottle and wiping off Namjoon's hand, ignoring his stomach clenching. "You're so gross right now.."

"I'm sor..rupp..!" Namjoon's words were caught off by another mouthful of sick.

"I said it's fine. Don't apologize." Yoongi folds the towel up so the dirty side is folded in placing it on the floor. Yoongi lightly scratches down Namjoon's back.

The other members rush down as soon as the lights cut out on stage, searching for the two missing rappers.

"Is Joon okay?" Jin asks, rushing over to him.

"I don't think he can perform tonight.." Yoongi replies, moving away so Jin could take over. "The rap medley is next.. Jungkook-ah, Taehyung-ah? Do either of you know Namjoon's parts well enough to fill in for Namjoon?"

"I know Cypher pt 3 and Ugh! Really well.. but I'm not confident with Tear.." Taehyung answers.

"I'll do tear then. It's last on the list, right? I'll just quickly switch with Taehyungie-hyung. I'll reread it on my phone over and over. I can do it." Jungkook already started searching the lyrics, Taehyung doing the same. J-hope and Yoongi leave to get changed.

Namjoon gasps for breath as his body finally relents, putting an end to the dry heaves, rubbing his sore stomach. "Finally.." Namjoon sighs.

"Here, rinse your mouth Joonie." Jin gently moves the waste bin to the floor, holding the waterbottle to Namjoon's lips. Namjoon takes a mouthful, swishing it around, then spitting it out, taking a few drinks.

"One minute until the VCR ends." Staff alerts them."

"Careful hyung, you might upset your stomach again.." Jimin warns him. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I..I need to lay down.." Namjoon tried to stand, but vertigo hits hard, sending him back in the chair.

"Slow down Namjoonie-hyung, let me help you.." jimin takes both his hands, Jin grabbing him underneath his armpits, gently lifting him to his feet, leading him to his knees.

Jimin puts Namjoons head in his lap, moving the hair plastered from his forehead. "You're burning up Hyungie.. I don't think you'll be doing any more performing.."

"I can..I just need medicine..i..I was fine until it wore off.." Namjoons voice comes out hoarsely, coughing. "I..I have some in my bag.. please Hyung.." Namjoon whines to Jin.

"Alright.. if you're fever goes down before the concert ends you can perform, but the moment anyone suspects your getting worse, staff will escort you off the stage.." Jin couldn't be a hypocrite. He'd performed in terrible conditions plenty of times. He'll have to hear it from Yoongi and the others, but he knew they respected him too much to question his decision.

He could feel Jimin's concerned gaze on his back as he walked away to find Namjoons bag, bringing it to him, measuring out the medicine for Namjoon.

"I'll take full responsibility of him." Jimin promises to Jimin. "I'll even personally take him to the hospital.

"I'm sorry i can't dance for you.. I'm not in the best condition right now.." Namjoon tells the audience as he takes a seat in the chair of reflection. The crowd screams that it's okay. His stomach was still bloated and he still felt shivers running down his spine, but the sound of the crowd cheering his name gave him the strength he needed.

Namjoon pushed his way through the last part of the show, the members constantly coming up to him, squeezing his hand, hugging him from behind, serenading him. He found himself smiling as he rapped, feeling loved.

Jin and Jungkook supported Namjoon on both sides as they left the stage. "We should've told him to leave two songs ago, he's burning up again..poor hyungie.." Jungkook says sympathetically.

"He was doing fine, I'll stay with him tonight. Hoba and Yoongi are going to meet up with staff to see what we're going to do about the other concerts, there's no way he can do two more shows.."

(I can't miss anymore..) Namjoon coughs, unable to get any words out.

"You have to. Army will understand.." Jin tells him gently.

Namjoon didn't care. All he could think about was failing his team and his fans. His stomach tightened, muscles pushing nothing but slimely water gagging it up.

"Woah, Namjoonie!" Jin quickly gets him to his knees, Jungkook rubbing his back.

"It's okay..it's okay.." Jin finds a bin, placing in front as another round of sick pushes up, burning Namjoon's throat.

Tears fill the youngest rapper's eyes as he throws up everything he had left in him. "I fuc*ed it all up.." He sobs.

"Namjoon-ah, it's not your fault you're sick. Baby, don't cry.." Jin tries soothing him by stroking the back of his neck.

Jungkook blinks hard, quickly moving away from Namjoon before he starts crying, too going to the closest hyung for comfort.

"It's okay, Jungkookie. Joonie is just sick and frustrated. He'll get better.." J-hope hugs Jungkook close.

Namjoon's stopped just as suddenly as he started, having nothing left in him. Jin and Taehyung help him to his feet again, wanting to get him to the hotel to wash up and sleep as soon as possible.

As the leave the building, instead of hearing Army screaming their names, they hear them start singing..

"Let’s only walk on flower trails

I can’t say that

Let’s only see good things

I can’t say that either

Saying that there will only be good things from now on

Saying that you won’t get hurt

I can’t say that

I can’t lie like that..."

"That's...my part in 2!3!.. They're singing in korean.." Namjoon was astonished to hear them.

"They want you to know that you can't always have good days, Joon." Jin tells him, smiling when he hears Yoongi singing his verse when he heard them struggling. "They don't care if you can't perform for them. They just want you to be happy.."

Namjoon smiles through his tears, crying now from happiness, joining them for the chorus.

"You'll be okay, Joon.." Yoongi rubs his back, leading him into the car. "Thank you, army!" He shouts out the window, asking staff to stay until they at least make it through the song.

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cuddlepilefics · 8 months

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Fuzzy Socks (Enhypen)

Fandom: Enhypen

Sickie: Jungwon

Caregivers: Enhypen

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Jungwon was known to be the sneeziest member of the group. That was also why no one got worried when he started to sneeze a little more frequent during the last week of their tour. The slight rasp to his voice could also be explained by the almost nightly performances, as could be the fatigue. Jungwon knew better though. His nose was never that runny and his head rarely hurt, except for when he was sick. They were about to board the plane, finally getting back home from an exciting but equally as draining tour, and the young leader realized the downside to their fame….

The airport was crowded and Jungwon pulled his hood lower over his face, giving an itchy sniffle behind his mask. He had taken his temperature back at the hotel, shortly before they had to leave, so he knew he was already running a low-grade fever. Not wanting to worry the members, he had kept that to himself. Jungwon couldn’t help but feel guilty. He knew he should be there for the members and could see Niki looking so uncomfortable but he couldn’t find the energy. Feeling an arm around his shoulders, Jungwon looked up. “Everything’s okay, Jungwonnie”, Heeseung whispered, “We made it through the crowd and will get on the plane in a few minutes. Once we’re in our seats, we’ll have a couple hours to nap and relax.” The leader nodded, biting down on his lip. Had he really looked that anxious? He glanced over at Niki, checking whether their maknae was alright. Jungwon didn’t have to worry though, Niki sat between Jay and Sunoo, joking around with them.

Jungwon weakly plopped down in his seat, heaving a sigh. They had finally made it on the plane and would not have to move for the next few hours. There was still some shuffling around him as the members traded seats but Jungwon drowned it out, closing his eyes. Giving a thick sniffle, he massaged his forehead and startled when Jay tapped his shoulder. “You look exhausted”, the older commented, “Hope you’ll be able to sleep once we’re in the air.” The leader hummed hoarsely. Exhausted was an understatement.

Jay knew Jungwon wasn’t feeling his best. Heeseung had pulled him aside and initiated the new seating order, so Jay could sit next to their leader. The oldest didn’t know what exactly was going on with his dongsaeng but he had looked out of it, tense. Jungwon winced earning a concerned look from Jay. “Just a headache”, the leader mumbled, having to clear his throat as his voice cracked. Comfortingly squeezing the younger’s knee, Jay hummed: “Did you already take something for it?” – “’s not that bad”, Jungwon denied, sniffling into his sleeve, “Might take something later though.”

Jungwon regretted his statement. With the thick congestion in his sinuses, the takeoff was pure torture for him. He felt like his head would explode from the pressure change and he dug his fingernails into his thighs. “What’s wrong, Jungwonnie?”, Jay frowned, a panicked edge to his voice. A sob tore from Jungwon’s throat, the boy in too much pain to speak. All he could do was grip his hyung’s hand tightly.

They had finally reached their travelling altitude and Jungwon sat with his face in his hands, silent tears streaming down his face. Jay was thoroughly scared for his dongsaeng, watching worriedly when the younger suddenly pulled his sleeves over his hands. “Hit'choo!! Hih-tschh!! Hihh…hih-tschiew!!” Sitting back in his seat, Jungwon groaned: “Ugh, findally adjusted to the altitude.” – “Woah, do you sound stuffed up”, Jay winced, “No wonder that hurt your sinuses.” Sunghoon turned in his seat, reaching a hand back. He had pulled a travel pack of tissues from his bag and handed it to Jay, who handed one to Jungwon, so he could clean himself up.

“You’re not coming down with something, are you?”, Jay asked worriedly when the leader gave a scratchy cough. Rubbing his face, Jungwon sniffled: “I-I, I thigk I mbight be catch’g a cold.” That was lie, Jungwon knew he was already in the thick of it, having come down with it over the course of the past week. “You should really try to get some sleep then”, Jay advised, shrugging out of his sweat jacket when he saw the boy shudder. Draping it around Jungwon’s shoulders, he repeated that the leader should get some rest and watched how the other put in his earphones, so he wouldn’t be woken up again. When Jay was confident that his dongsaeng was asleep, he carefully felt the boy’s forehead and frowned.

There had been a bunch of delays, so the group was relieved when they finally made it back to Seoul. Jungwon had to realize that this didn’t go in his favor at all. As the leader, he had a meeting scheduled for the day after their arrival. Seeing as they got back later than expected, the other members were taken back to the dorm, while Jungwon had to go to the company building and meet management. He wished to at least have a change of clothes, not wanting to face those higher up in the clothes he had slept in, but there was no time. His throat ached and he wasn’t sure he even had enough voice left to have a meeting but figured he wouldn’t be the one talking anyway.

Just as they had to part, Jake pressed a bag of cough drops into Jungwon’s hand and shot him an encouraging smile. “We’ll have some tea ready for you when you get back”, Heeseung promised. By now the entire group knew their leader wasn’t feeling well. Jungwon shook his head and sniffled: “You should be sleeping off your jet lag when I get back.” – “Yeah and you should be in bed, not working with a fever yet here we are”, Jay pointed out, “We can’t always do what we should be doing, so….”

Jungwon didn’t know how he did it but he somehow managed to get through the meeting, only mildly humiliating himself with how croaky his voice sounded. When the meeting was over, his head pounded and he felt like he had been hit by a car. Everything ached but that was to be expected with how much he had been dancing and the hours he had slept in a plane seat. Sucking on a cough drop, Jungwon pulled out a tissue and tried to blow his nose but he wasn’t too successful. Just when he thought he was finally able to go home and crawl into his own bed, Jungwon was met with the next misfortune.

“I’m sorry, it looks like the road is closed. This is the closest I can take you to your dorm”, the driver hummed apologetically, glancing out the windshield. The rain was drumming on the roof of the car and with how much was coming down, Jungwon wouldn’t have been surprised if a fish had swum past their vehicle. Giving the young idol a sympathetic smile, the driver grimaced: “I sadly don’t have an umbrella that I could lend you but maybe if you put your hood up and walk really fast, it won’t be too bad. It’s only two blocks down that street.” Always polite, Jungwon thanked the driver, pulling up his hood. HHe already shivered just thinking about opening the car door but it couldn’t be helped. He wanted to get home and he could take a hot shower as soon as he made it. The others should be done taking turns showering by now, so he could stay under the hot water as long as he wanted.

Jogging through the rain, Jungwon was soon soaked to the bone. He slowed his steps, growing dizzy from the exertion, and braced himself against one of the buildings. “Huh-tshh!! Huhh'tsch!! Huh-tchoo!!” Sniffling into his wet sleeve, Jungwon fought back some tears. He didn’t feel good at all and he just wanted to be home and in bed. With every step he took, Jungwon could feel the water in his shoes. His legs felt heavy but he dragged himself back to the dorm. He didn’t even know if he was shaking from the strain or the cold that had soaked through his clothes like the rain. All he knew was that it was incredibly difficult to type in the code. Eventually, Jungwon just knocked on the door and waited for one of the members to open it for him.

“Oh shit”, Jake gasped as he looked at his dripping dongsaeng, “Straight to the bathroom?” Jungwon gave a pathetic nod, holding onto the doorframe. Leading the younger to the bathroom, Jake promised: “I’ll fetch you some comfortable clothes, just get warm.” That was exactly what the leader did after shoving his clothes into the wash. The hot water hitting his stiff shoulders and back was soothing, yet he still trembled.

“What happened?”, Heeseung frowned when Jake returned after bringing Jungwon his clothes. They could both hear the desperate sneezes as the steam of the shower cleared the leader’s congestion. Jake bit his lip, humming: “Can’t say for certain but he looked like he was soaked all the way through. Don’t know if he walked all the way from the company building but that would be cruel.” – “I’m making some soup”, Jay announced, “He was already feverish when we got on the plane, so he should be able to take some medicine now. Tea’s ready by the way. Maybe you could put the thermos on the coffee table?” Jake complied while Sunoo went to the room he shared with Sunghoon, Jungwon and Niki and fetched a few blankets.

When Sunoo finished setting up the couch, he ran into Sunghoon, who placed a tissue box onto the coffee table. He had already put one next to Jungwon’s bed, knowing the younger would need it. Niki lingered next to Jay as the older cooked, unsure how to help. “Hit'choo!! Hih-tschh!!” Rubbing at his face, Jungwon shuffled into the common area, his face flushed, eyes brimming with tears. “There you are”, Jake smiled, pulling the younger into a hug. The leader couldn’t help but melt into the embrace as he still felt cold after. While Jake pulled the younger to the couch, Heeseung went to fetch a towel.

“Here, let me dry your hair properly. We can’t have you getting worse”, the oldest hummed, rubbing Jungwon’s hair dry. Jake had taken a seat next to the leader, holding his hands in his own to warm them up while Sunoo draped a blanket around the boy’s shoulders. Pulling one of his hands from Jake’s, Jungwon lifted the edge of the blanket to his face as his breath hitched. “Hit'choo!! Hih-tschh!! Hihh…hih-tschiew!! *sniff*” Handing him a wad of tissues, Niki asked: “Do you still feel cold, hyung?” The leader nodded and pulled the blanket tighter as a shiver ran down his spine.

While the maknae scurried off, Jay handed Jungwon a bowl of steaming soup, smiling: “I don’t think you’ve had a chance to eat in quite a while, so once you have something in your system, we can get you some medicine.” – “Thanks, Jay-hyungie”, the leader rasped as he accepted the soup. The warmth felt nice on his sore throat but he had to be really careful not to spill any with how badly his hands trembled.

When Niki returned, he knelt in front of the couch smiling: “I got you some fuzzy socks, hyung.” He carefully slipped them onto Jungwon’s feet, hoping the leader would feel warmer soon. “How did you end up so drenched anyway?”, Heeseung asked worriedly, grabbing another blanket to cover Jungwon’s legs. Scrubbing at his pink nose, Jungwon sniffled: “One of the roads was closed. I odly had to walk two blocks or somethi’b buh with how hard it rained….” Sunghoon winced at how stuffy the boy sounded and snuck off to their room to set up the humidifier. They’d probably all go to bed soon, exhausted from their tour and the long flight home, so hopefully Jungwon would feel a little better once he had gotten some proper rest.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #snz #sicktember2023 #sicktember 2023

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whumpberry-cookie · 1 year

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im sorry if i came off rude i thought whump was sickfics in general. can i have public/transportation sickfic prompts?

Ooooh, I understand! That's okay, anon!

Whump is basically about fictional pain writing, so it might include sickfic tropes, like characters fainting, having a fever or other sicknesses, recovering after injuires and recovering mentally after some trauma. And Caretaker comforting and nursing them. For these I reccomend searching: #comfort whump #whump aftercare #whump aftermath #sick whumpee #sickness whump #enviromental whump #caretaker comfort

But in whump you can also stumble upon the topics that might be triggering and scary for some readers, like kidnapping, interrogation and torture. Because exploring those is very popular in whump stories. So I think that filtering the words like: whumper; torture; pet whump; captivity whump; gore, might be a good idea if you'd prefer to avoid those.

I'm really sorry, it must have been really distressing for you to get the captivity content you didn't expect. I hope you're feeling well, anon!

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Car/Public Transport Sickfic

Car:

It's an autumn night and Sickie is driving alone throught the countryside. Coughing from cold and dreaming about the hot meal and bath. But then the car run out of fuel and the gas station is too far away to walk in the dark. Sickie stops the car on the side of the road. Then takes several layers of blankets from the trunk. Curls up in the front sit and tries to fall asleep. Their nose and throat are burning, their head is pulsating with pain. They call their Caretaker waiting for them on the video chat. Sickie falls asleep to the sound of their friend's voice and soothing taps of the rain over the car roof.

A group of very good friends is travelling together. Sickie has a motion sickness so they took a pill for it and only after few minutes felt asleep on their friends shoulder. All the group is quietly giggling on how cute Sickie is when cuddling to friend's arm like to a plushie. The driver turns the volume of the radio down. And they all speak quietly until Sickie wakes up

Sickie's having an axiety attack/trouble with breathing for some reason while sitting on the back of the car. Caretaker (driver) stops the car on the side of the road. It's a sunny summer and all around them are the golden fields of sunflowers and corn. And the landscapes of the mountains. Caretaker helps Sickie get on the roof of the car and joins them after. They both sit, sunbathing and enjoying the warmth and beauty all around them. The aromatic breeze helps Sickie catch a breath. Caretaker helps Sickie "Slowly, breathe in... Now breathe out. Breathe in... Everything's okay"

Public transport:

Sickie and their Caretaker are standing in the crowded bus/metro. Sickie can't reach the poll to hold onto. Caretaker hugs them in their waist/shoulders to prevent them for falling. After several stops Sickie suddenly wakes up and realises they fell asleep in Caretaker's arms, while standing. They feel so secure.

Sickie use to faint so often recently, maybe because of some chronic illness that makes them feel weak. The bus is full so all the sits are taken. Whumpee walk up to someone to ask for a place. But when they sit down, they feel the stares of other passangers piercing Sickie through. Because they are young. Young people are supposed to be standing. Sickie closes their eyes and pretends to sleep, trying not to cry. Then some middle-aged woman sitting next to them gently touches their arm. "Hey, honey. That's okay. Do you need water? Do you want me to call someone for you? You look pale"

Sickie getting on a plane with a serious fever, telling themselves they can handle it on their own. But as soon as the plane land and the fly attendant wakes them up, they are so confused they don't know where they are and why they are in the plane. Is that the other country? They don't even know the language...! Then they almost faint with relief when they see their old friend waiting for them on the airport. The friend walks up to them and places their hand on Sickie's forehead "Dear, you're burning!"

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Thank you for the ask and have a good day!

#sickfic #sick whump #writing prompts #writing prompt #sickie #caretaker #caretaker comfort #writing #wriblr

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kpopsickies · 1 year

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Could you write a fic where the members of Got7 pass a cold around. Starting with Mark. (with lots of sneezes)

Sickie: got7

caretaker: got7

*set during Nanana era*

who else misses Got7?

Mark p.o.v

see you guys tomorrow I couldn't believe after nearly a year spent in America away from my bandmates I was finally able to say that. I was sitting in the back of a cab on the way to the airport, We were all going to meet up in Korea to film for our music video. I was feeling a bit off, but considering that it was 4:30 I kinda expected that.

I got to the airport and moved through security, a mask and sunglasses hiding most of my face. I made it through security, the airport was fairly empty, understandable with how early it was. I went to one of the cafes in the airport, wanting caffeine to wake me up. I thought for a few seconds, debating between getting coffee or tea, I decided on coffee because I at least wanted to be awake enough to somewhat function. After I ordered I sat in a corner by my boarding gate. I pulled my phone out and saw that the group chat was blowing up. I smiled at Bambam tormenting Yugyeom, as Yugyeom tried to deny missing Jinyoung. And Bambam exposing Yugyeom with a screenshot of Yugyeom complaining to him about how much he missed annoying Jinyoung. I laughed quietly to myself, as I got more awake I became a bit more aware that maybe I wasn't just feeling "off" because I was tired. I had a bit of a headache and my nose was stuffy. I silently cursed, knowing how awful flying is going to be with a stuffy nose.

My manager came over to me, "Mark, they're starting boarding"

"alright, coming" I quickly texted the group chat to tell them I was boarding the plane. They all wished me a safe flight and Jackson told me to tell him when I landed. I assured him I would. I followed my manager to the line of people to board. I noticed a few people pointing at me, one girl even waved at me. I smiled (not really thinking she'd be able to see with the mask) and waved back. She blushed and frantically told one of the girls next to her, who turned around and just stared at me. I laughed quietly. I had noticed that my nose was not just stuffy, but was getting itchy. "hhnnxktch- hhnkxtch hhnnktch-" I sniffled, the girls in front of me turned around, "bless you"

"thank you" I sniffled. They looked at each other, "are you Mark from got7?"

"no, I'm Chan from stray kids" they laughed, I couldn't help but smile, glad that they found me funny. "where are you flying to?" One of the girls asked, I didn't want to tell them, wanting Aghase to be surprised by the comeback, "home" I said, I mean, they probably assumed I meant LA. "have fun" one of the girls said with a smile, "thank you"

"c-can we get a picture with you?" one of the other girls asked, "sure" I smiled, the mask was still over my face, feeling quite thankful for it as my nose was running after sneezing. My manager offered to take the picture, "why don't you take your mask off?" he said quietly, so the girls wouldn't hear "there aren't a lot of people here" I shook my head, "why not?"

"because, I sneezed" he gave me a strange look, "I think I might be sick" I said, he looked worried, "like how sick?"

"just a cold" I said sniffling, he nodded. The girls and I stood together, right before the manager took the picture I held my hand out, and turned away from the others, "hhxktch- henxtch- nnxktch hhngxtch"

"bless you"

"thank you" I smiled and he got the picture. The girls thanked me multiple times, I smiled, "you're welcome" We boarded the plane, I sat in the window seat next to my manager, "you're sick?"

"I think so, I woke up this morning and felt just kinda off, I thought I was just tired, but now I have a headache and my nose is really stuffy. Plus my throat is kinda sore" I explained, "have you taken anything yet?" I shook my head, "I didn't realize I was sick" I explained, sniffling. My nose had been running basically non-stop. The plane began taxiing, "i'm going back to sleep" I said leaning against the window, "go ahead" I was actually surprised that I managed to fall asleep. I woke up to a horrible sharp pain in my eyes and nose. My ears were crackling and felt like my head was about to explode. I barely stifled the painful groan that escaped past my lips. "you alright Mark?"

"really hurts" I rubbed the bridge of my nose, "sinus pressure?" I nodded, he handed me some tissues, I took a few and blew my nose as quietly as I possibly could. "we're landing now" he said, I nodded, "how long was I asleep for?"

"six hours"

"six hours!?" he nodded, "your next flight is going to be long, It's LA to Korea" I groaned "how long?"

"about 15 hours" I nodded, I knew it would be long, but it would be miserable with how I was feeling. "Don't worry, we can find a shop in the airport and drug you" I smiled.

~TIME SKIP~

It seemed like forever before I finally landed in Korea. My head was definitely going to explode, I'm sure of it. It was about 4 when we landed in Korea. I was the last one to get here, Yugyeom, Jinyoung, Youngjae, and Jaebum were already in korea so it was easy for them, Jackson got in the morning from China and Bambam got in maybe two hours before me.

My manager and I took a taxi to Jaebum's house. He said as the leader he'd provide his house for us all to stay in when we were in Korea. The koreans said they could stay at their own houses, but we all agreed we wanted to be together. I arrived, before going inside I made sure to blow my nose a couple of times and drink some water, trying to sound as normal as possible. I left the car, thanking my manager for all him help. He was pulling out as I knocked on the front door. It flew open a second later and Bambam was standing there. "MARK HYUNG IS HERE!!!" He yelled into the house, I cringed at how loud his voice was, He pulled me inside and gave me a quick hug. Jackson came hurrying in, "HYUNG YOU DIDN'T TEXT ME WHEN YOU LANDED!" I winced at his loud voice, which was doing nothing for my headache. "sorry Jackson" I was so distracted by my headache and my sinuses deciding they hated me that I had forgotten. "You said you would" he looked upset, but I could hear the teasing in his voice. "sorry, I was up so early this morning" I noticed my voice sounded really congested. "you alright Mark?" Jaebum, who had just come into the living room, asked. I nodded, "I've got a little bit of a cold but no big deal" I sniffled, The others looked concerned, “flying with a stuffy nose is the worst” Yugyeom said as he handed me a box of tissues. I thanked the maknae and took a few tissues, finally feeling comfortable enough to fully blow my nose.

“how long have you been sick for?” Jaebeom asked, “I’m not sure, I know I started feeling sick this morning. At first I thought I was just really tired but throughout the day I’ve started feeling worse”

“have you taken anything?” Jinyoung asked. “yeah, but it was back in LA so like almost 20 hours ago.” I explained, “hhnxgtch- nnggxtch- hhh- hhxgtch-”

“bless you” The others said, I sniffled and thanked them, “are you hungry? We were just about to eat” I nodded, sniffling and rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. “after we eat you should take medicine and get some rest, especially if you’re sick” I shook my head, “I slept on the flight so I’m not super tired.” I explained, coughing after, my throat had gotten annoyingly sore. “we can watch something, because you need to rest, especially as we’ll start filming soon, we can’t have you sick while filming” Jaebum explained.

Jaebum p.o.v

The seven of us began eating, I kept a close eye on Mark, who had been periodically sniffling and sneezing throughout the meal. He didn’t seem to have a fever, but I made a mental note to check, just in case. After dinner Mark volunteered to help do dishes, but Yugyeom and Bambam both turned him away, “no hyung, you need to rest” Yugyeom said, Bambam nodded in agreement. “c’mon hyung, let’s drug you and get you resting” Jinyoung said. Mark nodded, he followed us to the living room, pausing to sneeze. He winced after, rubbing his throat. “maybe if you didn’t stifle it wouldn’t hurt as much” Jackson said, gently patting Mark’s shoulder. “it’s a habit” Mark explained with a wet sniffle. He sat down on the couch, Jackson sat next to him, Mark leaned against him. I knew neither of them would admit it, but you could see how excited they were to see each other. Jinyoung came in with a bottle of pills, he handed it to Mark, who thanked him, he took a few out and swallowed them without water, Youngjae cringed, “I still don’t get how you can do that!” Mark laughed, “I’m amazing” Jackson and Jinyoung both rolled their eyes, Youngjae just shook his head, I laughed. The maknaes both came into the room together, loudly bickering about something. “It was in 2019!”

“no it wasn’t! It was 2018!”

“What are you guys arguing about?” Mark asked, coughing a bit after. “Itzy debuted in 2019, but someone-” Yugyeom said jabbing Bambam’s side with his elbow- “thinks they debuted in 2018.” Jinyoung pulled out his phone, “I actually think Yugyeom is right” a second later he nodded, “yep, 2019.”

“HA! I was right!” Yugyeom yelled, Bambam rolled his eyes, “okay fine, you were right, just this once. But I was right about stray kids” They must have noticed the questioning look given because Bambam was quick to explain, “he thought stray kids was a 9 member group, but I was right, they had 9, but they’re 8 now” (😭) Jinyoung rolled his eyes, Mark laughed, coughing a bit after. “what are we watching?” Yugyeom asked sitting down next to Mark

“*insert show here*”

“oh, that’s good” Bambam sat down on Yugyeom’s other side. The seven of us watched for nearly 4 hours, getting through 6 full episodes, Mark fell asleep about halfway through the third episode. Jackson informed us that Mark felt really warm, and after taking his temperature, (somehow without waking him up) we discovered he had a low fever. At the end of the night we all retreated to our rooms to sleep, except Jackson who stayed on the couch with Mark laying asleep across his lap, explaining to us he didn’t want to wake him up.

Jackson p.o.v

The next morning I woke up and still felt a weight over my legs, signifying Mark was still asleep. I was stiff and sore from sleeping sitting up the night before. I also was thankful that I didn’t feel sick, which Jaebum hyung has warned me about, saying that with how much Mark was all over me I’d likely get sick. I explained that I have the best immune system out of all the members, and that I wasn’t worried. I moved Mark off of me as carefully as I could as went to the kitchen and found that Yugyeom, Jaebum, and Youngjae were already awake. “morning” I said as I walked into the kitchen, “good morning”

“Is Mark still asleep?” Jb asked, I nodded, “hhnggtCHU- nnggtCHU- hh- hhngtcHU- HNngtCHU” I was startled at the outburst from the makane.

“bless you” The rest of us said, “thanks” he took a napkin from the center of the table. “Did Mark give you his cold?” Yugyeom shook his head, “it’s just allergies hyungs” the maknae explained, “you sure? you were sitting next to Mark hyung last night” Yugyeom nodded, “I’m sure. It feels different when it’s a cold vs allergies” he explained smiling.

We were distracted when a fit of coughing sounded from the kitchen door, we looked towards it and saw Mark standing there, “good morning” we said, Mark smiled, “how’re you feeling hyung?”

“somewhat more alive” he said with a slight laugh. He looked at me, “did you stay with me all night last night? when I woke up at 3 you were still there” I nodded, “you’ll get sick” I shrugged, “i have a strong immune system”

“that doesn’t mean you’re invincible” Mark said with a tired smile. he sat down next to me and pressed a hand to my forehead, “I’m not sick hyung” I said laughing as i gently pushed his hand off my forehead. Mark gave me a look and nodded his head towards the living room, signaling he wanted to talk to me. I shrugged and followed him. “What’s up hyung?”

“you have a fever” I was surprised, “I do?”

“i think so, you felt really warm”

“I don’t feel sick though” I said feeling confused, I mean yeah i was a bit sore, but that’s probably from being on a plane for so long, or so I thought. Once he pointed it out I did notice a bit of pain behind my eyes, that hadn’t really seemed like anything before, now I was really feeling it. I frowned, “how could I have gotten sick so fast?”

“well besides the fact you and I were sleeping right next to each other, you were also really tired from flying all day, and typically- hhktchh- nngxtch- sorry, typically people who are tired are more susceptible to getting sick because their immune system is weakened.” I nodded at the explanation, “bless you by the way” He sniffled and thanked me. The two of us went back to the kitchen where the rest of the members had gathered. “everything okay?” Jinyoung asked as Mark and I sat down. Before I could say anything Mark jumped in, “Jackson’s sick” the others all groaned, “how long do you guys think it will be until we’re all sick?” Bambam asked, Jaebum stood up, “I’ll call the manager and let him know that Mark and Jackson are sick” He left the room, Jinyoung turned to the rest of us, “is anyone else feeling sick?” Youngjae and Bambam both shook their heads, but the maknae half raised his hand, “I thought it was just allergies but now I’m not so sure” he admitted. “okay, I’ll go tell Jaebum” he stood up, Yugyeom lay his head down on the table. Bambam, who was sitting next to him, placed his hand on his forehead, “shit bro, you’re burning up” Yugyeom nodded, “I feel like it” the maknae’s eyes were glassy with fever.

Jaebum came in and noticed Yugyeom with his head on the table. Concern evident on his face. “Does Yugyeom have a fever?”

“yeah, so does Jackson” Mark explained, “do you?” he shrugged, I placed my hand on his forehead but quickly discovered my own fever was making it hard to get an accurate reading. Jaebum came over and placed his hand on the oldest’s forehead. “Yeah, he’s got a fever” he then placed his hand on my forehead, “I think Jackson’s is a little bit higher though” He walked towards the cupboard and took out a thermometer. He went to Mark first and handed it to him. Mark placed it under his tongue, a few seconds later it beeped, “100.5″ (38.1) Jaebum nodded, he cleaned off the thermometer and handed it to me. “100.7″ (38.2) he cleaned it off and placed it under his own tongue, “98.5, normal.” (36.9) “do you feel sick hyung?” Bambam asked, Jaebum shook his head, “I just wanted to check. I think we all should” He explained passing it to Jinyoung. A few seconds later Jinyoung announced “Same as Jb, Normal”

“that’s good” the leader said, before cleaning it and handing it to Youngjae. “I feel fine hyung” Youngjae explained, “I know. We just want to check” Youngjae nodded and slipped it under his tongue. A second later it beeped and Youngjae took it out. He stared at it for a few seconds. “what is it?” I asked, Youngjae looked confused. “99.9 but i feel fine” (37.7)

“were you drinking hot coffee?” Jinyoung asked. Youngjae half nodded, “yeah, but it was like 20 minutes ago. Jinyoung placed his hand on Youngjae’s forehead, “you do feel a little bit warm” Youngjae’s forehead was creased with a frown, “I feel fine though”

“let’s not stress about it. We’ll just keep an eye on you and-”

“hIAhtchu” Jackson interrupted, “sorry”

“It’s fine, bless you- But, we’ll just see how you’re feeling at the end of the day” Jaebum addressed Youngjae, “okay” He nodded, he didn’t look sick, he wasn’t even pale. Youngjae handed the thermometer to Bambam, who wiped it off on his tshirt and stuck it under his tongue. “I don’t think that is really going to do anything” Jinyoung said with a not well hidden eye roll. Bambam half glared at him. Looking slightly ridiculous with a thermometer in his mouth. A second later it beeped. “97.9″ (36.6)

“I forgot you’re a penguin” Youngjae said rolling his eyes. bambam laughed, “at least it’s normal. I hate being sick” He glanced at Yugyeom who was still lying on the table. “you alright bro?” Yugyeom nodded, he sat up, he took the thermometer from Bambam. A second later it beeped, he looked at it, frowning, he handed it to Bambam. “101.9″ (38.8) Bambam read looking concerned. He gently rubbed the maknae’s back. “geez kid.” Jaebum said, looking worried, “always run warm” Yugyeom said, trying to reassure us. He sat up, and it was clear he was sick, his skin was a pasty white, his eyes glazed over with fever. “how about we have a movie and resting day” Jinyoung said, his eyes lingered over the maknae. “I second that” Mark said, his voice was congested and cracked. The seven of us slowly made our way to the living room, Yugyeom heavily relied on Bambam while they walked. It was concerning to see.

We all settled down, Yugyeom was leaning against Bambam on the couch, he looked half-asleep already. Mark and I sat together at the other end, Jinyoung sat between us and the maknaes. Jaebum and Youngjae sat on the floor in front of the couch.

TO BE CONTINUED =)

#got7 #yugbam #jjp #yugyeom #mark tuan #jackson wang #jinyoung #youngjae #sickfic #sneeze #markson #jaebum #idol snz

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boysbellyrubs · 1 year

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3C or 3D with any male sickie 🥺🥺🥺

perfect cause this man gets seasick whenever he goes on boats ;))) also New Zealand towns because I’m from New Zealand hehe. the vomiting in this story is a bit short which I'm kind of pissed about, but i literally could not write more without it being repetitive. Hope it's still good :).

prompt from this list HERE.

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Caine was already stressed out of his mind, and the prospect of getting sick on this boat was only worsening his state. Quinn and him were actually going to Caine’s parent’s house in Wellington for Christmas, and with the two of them staying in the South Island, the boat ride across the Cook Strait was the cheapest and only other way to get there.

The funny thing was that Quinn got plane sick and Caine got seasick, and being Caine, he had neglected to tell Quinn about that. So they had booked the ferry and were waiting to board. Caine had sneakily taken some seasick pills before they arrived, but his anxiety was telling him that they weren’t going to kick in in time.

Safe to say, he was panicking.

Quinn seemed none the wiser. He was too excited to be able to be on a big boat for 3 and a half hours, taking in the sites and letting the smell of salt water wash away his worries. Caine was the complete opposite. The next three hours were going to be hell on Earth if these pills didn’t start working.

“Do you wanna sit inside for a bit or go out on deck?”

They had a morning ride, so the sun was out shining and there were heaps of people milling around. Caine froze,

“Um, whatever you want babe. I don’t mind.” He answered, making little eye contact.

Quinn nodded, “Well, I’m a bit tired from the drive so let's go sit down somewhere.”

The ‘somewhere’ Quinn chose was actually the small cafeteria. It was technically breakfast time, but Caine didn’t feel like eating anything. He begrudgingly took a few hashbrowns and a muffin, praying to God that it would stay put inside him.

The ferry was sailing smoothly so far. Caine had obsessively checked the weather forecast and it looked like it would be okay.

“I hope it stays like this for the whole trip.” Quinn said, munching slowly on his bag of chips. Caine nodded,

“Yeah, hopefully no big waves come and swallow the whole ship.”

Quinn laughed, “Scared?” His voice went up, clearly teasing.

Caine looked away, “Course not. I’m fine.”

Quinn chuckled again, scrunching up the bag and sitting back in his seat. Caine picked at his own meal, barely eating the hashbrowns and not even touching the muffin. It was too sweet, he knew that would come immediately back up.

They sat in the cafeteria for a bit longer and Caine had gained a little more confidence in the seasickness pills. Maybe because it was early in the trip and the water was flat, but he felt like he would be okay.

He almost was enjoying himself; sitting in the cool air of the cafeteria and watching the glistening water out the windows. Quinn was also sitting silently, taking in the views with a soft smile.

They left soon enough though, Caine was getting a bit restless with all the people flooding in so they moved to a better area. It was summer, so areas of the ship were bathed in sunlight and quickly heating up. Caine felt himself drawn to those areas, maybe he could sleep for the rest of the trip then he wouldn’t have to worry about getting ill.

He tapped Quinn’s arm, “Can we sit down in that area over there?” He pointed at a less crowded corner of the room, well lit and with large windows, “I think I’m going to try to sleep.”

Quinn moved his gaze from the map and nodded, “Great idea, I’m still a bit sleepy too.”

The chairs were way more comfortable than expected and Caine sank into them with a sigh. He felt his exhaustion hit him then, and shut his eyes, dropping his head onto Quinn’s shoulder.

His sleep didn’t come so easily though. His eyes were shut, yet sleep wasn’t hitting him. He sighed and opened his eyes. The boat was still packed with people and the area they were in was hot as. Stretching, he sat up and felt the ground tilt. Okay, maybe he did sleep because the waves were suddenly a lot larger. He looked outside the window and his assumptions were correct as hearty waves stared back at him, splashing into each other and making the boat fall up and down.

Caine groaned, slumping back into his seat. He was so hot, and he was starting to feel a little sick. The measly bites of food in his stomach were sloshing with the boat and his head was spinning. Damn those pills, why the fuck didn’t they work.

Quinn was still asleep next to him, and he debated waking him up. He felt okay, but maybe waking Quinn up before he was on the verge of spewing was a good idea.

However, his idea was squashed as the next wave made Caine’s body freeze in place. Suddenly, it felt like every limb was jelly and he couldn’t even think properly. His belly swirled, sloshing like a knocked over water bottle. He shut his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose.

The last time he was seasick was terrible. He didn’t know he got seasick and he had eaten a full dinner before getting on. It wasn’t pretty.

And this time, he had barely eaten anything yet he still felt just as sick as the last time. The most awful thing about it though was that he couldn’t just get off the boat and take five, no, he was trapped with a bunch of strangers and still had another two hours to go.

He brought one hand up to his mouth, pretending to rest his head on his hand, keeping his eyes closed. Seeing the waves made it worse. Caine felt like crying, he really did not want to throw up. He felt his belly churn, bubbling and gurgling like the water outside.

Behind his eyelids, he felt the world spin and he groaned. He held his breath with another lurch of the boat.

Opening his eyes, he scanned the room for the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, there was one just across the hall. He didn’t want to move, he felt if he stood up he would end up on the floor. Running his hand across his belly, he felt another warning flip inside him.

But Caine felt another churn of his stomach, and with a wave of dizziness crashing over him as he pulled himself up. He groaned, holding back his tears as his illness suddenly became a whole lot worse. Before he knew it, he pushed the heavy bathroom door open and Caine found himself staring at toilet water. He sniffled, the beginnings of a few tears leaking from his eyes.

Kneeling down, he swore he felt every time the boat went up and crashed into the water. He hugged his belly with both arms, needing something to hold him together. He spat into the toilet, saliva gathering quickly in his mouth. He groaned, knowing that this wouldn’t end until he was back on land, and land was miles away.

He spat again, his belly growling angrily at him. Caine moaned, tapering off into the beginnings of a heave. The boat rose up again, and as it was falling Caine’s stomach finally had enough and he burped up the first wave. It wasn’t too thick, considering he had eaten barely anything, but it hurt. He heaved again, coughing to dislodge the vomit in his throat.

Caine groaned out a grizzly sound, vomit and spit mixing in the back of his throat, burning his tonsils and leaving a rancid taste on his tongue. A dry heave cut him off, and more coughing followed. He felt like shit, and the constant rocking of the floor was only making it worse.

Without thinking, he propped his elbow up on the toilet seat, grabbing his hair in a tight grip. He spat again, the awful taste filling his mouth. His hand was slowly rubbing side to side on his belly, doing nothing to help him feel better but it was a false comfort. He sniffed, sighing as the boat rocked again, it was going to be a long two hours.

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Dw after this Quinn found him and it was all happily ever after. Of course after a light scolding from Quinn for not telling him he got seasick.

#emeto #seasick #oc's #Caine #Quinn #emetophilia #stomach ache #vomiting #seasickness #belly kink #belly rubs #vomit kink

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sicjimin · 8 months

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9 & 13 with the sickie being in a flight maybe? you can choose any sickie or caretaker

but after this they find out theyre pregnant and realise that that's the reason they weren't able to stop throwing up or something like that?

9. *retching painfully with little results* "Why can't.. stop?"

13. *tearfully* "I'm so nauseous but nothing's happening."

a.n : okaay i cant make this as mpreg because it will be toooo long (as i intended this as a drabble or short fics) , but i hope i still can deliver what you want from me :) might continue this as a full mpreg fic if anyone want tho !

sickie : yoongi ( i miss writing sick yoongi ☹️)

"Better?"

Seokjin asks as Yoongi trying to slip himself back to the seat beside him. He can't see nor judge anything until the younger slumps on the seat beside him after his little trip to the bathroom—saved by his mask. But now he can feel his heart fell as it's still the same pale mixed green sickly feature that persist on Yoongi's face as he pulls his mask down ; trying to get as much as fresh air to make him feel slightly better.

"No ..", Yoongi grits, taking a deep inhale and exhale as he takes back the sick bag that he had been tossed somewhere ; crumpled it under his palm for safety measure. As his stomach continues to rumble and heave, seems like it's going along with the movement of the plane engine. His eyes remain half-lidded and his head is against the seat, though every muscle in his body is clenched tight. His hair is matted against his forehead. "I still can't throw up"

Seokjin sighs, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and sadness that he didn't know how to express it in a useful ways. "I told you we can cancel the flight", he brushes Yoongi's sweaty hair back, "Let's get you checked up when we land. I can as—fuck .. ssh, breathe Yoongi-ah", he whispers gently but firmly as Yoongi suddenly lurch forward, his stomach twist and curls as he let out a raspy belch—but still pushing nothing but a fleck of saliva mixed with a little coffee he had earlier.

"Yoongi ..", Seokjin breathes out, his own stomach twisting at the sight. And before Yoongi could even react or respond, he gags again—this time wet and deeper as he can visibly see every muscles on his boyfriend petite body contracts, causing him to curls forward—his entire body writhing at the intense feeling of nausea washing over him.

But it's still an empty one.

"Don't force it .. breathe .. You're gonna hurt yourself", Seokjin just keeps going, muttering words after words as Yoongi just seems can't stop gagging and burping—like his stomach eager to release something but holding it back instead. He can't miss how the edges of the sick bag has become so crumpled with how hard the younger grips it with every bouts nausea that washes through him.

"Hyung ..", Yoongi croaks out when he finally calms enough to breath and look up at Seokjin, his voice strained and hoarse as it cracks on each syllable. The raven locks are damp with sweat and messy, looking more like a bird had nested it than the product of human hands, "I'm so tired .. i just want to get it over", he huffs, pushing the bag away from him with the last of his strength, letting it drop on his laps. He know he will need it soon as there's still a lump pooling in his guts that want to be released—that he also wish know how to. "I'm so nauseous, but why there's nothing happening"

"I know, Yoongichi .. hyung hopes there's something that can make you feel better", Seokjin says softly, running his hand through Yoongi's dark locks as if he could wipe all his suffering away. "Maybe drink? or try to eat some food? Just a little?"

The mention of food causing Yoongi's throat tightens in disgust as he feels the acidic lump in his throat rise up, almost reaching his mouth. "Water would be fine", he says shakily. "It's just really bad right now.."

Seokjin ends up ordering food for himself, a snack for Yoongi, and bottle of water. And just like what Yoongi has predicted—few gulps of water that he took only makes his nausea going a level higher, up around his chest, and pooled heavily on his stomach. He closes his eyes, his breathing has become deep as he breathes through his mouth in a desperate attempt to keep himself occupied. But he finds it too difficult—the queasiness is already hitting him like a tidal wave that wants to wash him off his feet with its waves.

"Try the snack, Yoongichi", he can hear Seokjin's hushed voice saying beside him. "It might help. Maybe it's because you're empty", the older continues, "You only drink your coffee earlier, and you've thrown up your dinner too last night"

Yoongi groans at that, his brain immediately flashing the images of him hunched over the toilet right after dinner, thick wave of barely digested food splashing heavy against the white toilet. His stomach repulses. "Tsk .. hyung ..", he moans, shifting on his seat as he brings the sick bag near his mouth again—spitting saliva as his stomach rolls once more—making the knot in his throat twist and ache in return.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi-ah, hyung didn't mean—", Seokjin chuckles got cut off with Yoongi's deep belch—sounds so thick, like his stomach is wanting to push every single contents in it out. Seokjin quickly turns his head towards him and rubs his back to make sure Yoongi isn't launching himself forward agaisnt the seat in front of him. "Ah .. that's it. Let it out", he murmurs when he could hear liquid pouring out of Yoongi's lips. He pats his back, grimacing as he can feel the muscles in his belly are contracting and releasing again and again and again, and the sound of the contents of his stomach leaving make Yoongi shudder once in awhile.

Oh, Yoongi is so sick.

"Breathe, Yoongichi .. breathe"

".. Fuck," Yoongi groans and gasps softly as the food and coffee and water spills from his mouth, his body heaving with each retching motion. It's a slow, steady stream of vomit, and he lets the contents of his stomach leave his stomach with no fight left to put in. It just feels too bad—and he wants it's relief. He can't even find the energy to feel embarrassed, or any of his usual pride about his appearance now. Just pure disgust and exhaustion.

"Done? Feeling better?", Seokjin asks softly as he wipes the younger lips, and handed him water that Yoongi rejects quick enough. "More ..", he adds after swallowing hard. And then promptly gags, his fingers clenching onto the seat tightly as the new rounds coming.

And while he does the worst possible way to hold himself together, Seokjin just keeps rubbing circles into Yoongi's back, keeping his gaze on him as he watches him dry heaving and gags and spits the liquid out again and again.

"Yoongi .. you throw up a lot", Seokjin speaks quietly this time as Yoongi's body is still heaving and gurgling with whatever he had eaten and drunk. To say he starts to get concerned, is an understatement. For fucks sakes, he is already on the second sick bag ! Yoongi might passed out at this rate.

"I just—can't stop", Yoongi mumbles, his cheeks redder as he tries to control his urge to vomit again, his tongue sticking out between his teeth as he fights with the sickness again; what's wrong with him?

Seokjin sighs and shifts in his seat, having nothing to say to his boyfriend. This time he just stays quiet and listens—watched as Yoongi continues to gagging until he is empty. It feels like hours have passed, and by the time Yoongi is finished, his face and neck are covered with what appears to be dried tears—he looks exhausted, as he immediately going limps against Seokjin arms.

Seokjin moves quick, snatching the bag from the younger and guiding him to lean comfortably against his lips. His left arms handed the younger water, helping him to take few sips to soothe his (definitely) burning throat, then called the stewardes around. "Feeling better?", he asks after checking if Yoongi needs anything else—Yoongi nods weakly, still leaning against Seokjin as his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing evened out. " A little"

"Then you'll need some rest", Seokjin tells him as he pulls him closer. "We still have an hour before landing"

Yoongi simply hums in response, curling up a bit tighter, letting out a small grunt at each cough that he felt coming on. He feels so sick. "Can you asks for another bag hyung?", he asks softly as he feels Seokjin's fingers comb through his hair. "Just... just in case"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!seokjin

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111 Thoughts I Had While Watching: The Edge of Love (2008)

Keira Knightley, Sienna Miller, and oh, would you look at that.

Keira can sing?

1940s? London Blitz? Based on a true story? Tissues on hand.

Childhood friends to lovers sounds like a good plot.

Smoking is bad for you, kids. Don’t do it.

Wait, he’s married and a dad? This will be interesting.

Tommy Shelby? Ariana What are you doing here?

Man, the handkerchief line was smooooooth!

Vera giving Caitlin her number? They were definitely flirting.

Getting serious Moulin Rouge vibes with the coloured spotlights.

Tommy do be smitten like a lovesick kitten and I love it.

LOOK AT THAT SMILE, I’M IN LOVE!

“When he looks at me, and I look at him!” ~ Vera, maybe.

His name’s William.

THEM FLIRTING, AGH!

Imagine having a good drink and then the earth shakes.

“They all melt at the sight of a uniform.” VERA, I AM A PUDDLE!

He’s walking her home? Where can I find me a gentleman like that?

“A sad poem about a 100 year old man. Great.” ~ Caitlin, definitely.

Caitlin loves Dylan, Dylan loves Vera, Vera loves Dylan, Will loves Vera.

Not a love triangle, a love rectangle?

Cillian, when will you do ASMR with that voice?

Vera and Caitlin reading in bed together. They’re in love, Your Honour.

Caitlin if all you’re good for is nurturing his talent, break up with him!

Another air raid?

Stopping a street fight without violence? Will, marry me already.

Again, don’t smoke kids. Unless you’re a movie character.

CILLIAN SINGS? WHAT? HOW THE -- HOW DID I NOT KNOW?

“Dylan, Caitlin, I’m right there. Why are you --” ~ Vera, definitely.

Vera, if you don’t dance with William, then move over, let me have him!

The way he comforts her after the air raid? WHERE ARE MY TISSUES?

“You have a raindrop running down your cheek, like a tear.” I CAN’T!

“No word of mine will ever hurt you.” WILLIAM, I BEG YOU TO STOP!

They’re doing the spicy time now and I’m crying. Thanks.

NO, MOTHER, I AM NOT OKAY!

“That should be me.” ~ Dylan, maybe.

Dylan, enough, she’s in love with someone else, okay?!

“Don’t write poems for me anymore?” Caitlin dump his sorry butt.

Vera.....why are you looking at Dylan like that? Sus.

William’s been posted? No!!!

NOT WILLIAM BEING ADORABLE!!!!

Dylan and Vera were childhood lovers. See, I was right!

Why shouldn’t she tell William about it?

Two girls, chillin’ in a tub, five feet apart, cause they’re not gay.

Happy music time.

“FOR OLD TIMES SAKE, EH? WHY’D YOU KISS HER?” ~ William.

And now they’re singing together in Welsh. A love song, I guess?

Oh, I know where this is going and I don’t like it.

The way Caitlin tried to cheer William up. Awwww.

“Love me, love me, say that you love me,” ~ William, maybe.

All he’s asking is for honesty, girl!

You can’t even tell him you love him? HE’S GOING OFF TO WAR!

Why did I half expect her to shout “I love you” before he got on the plane?

He’s so poetic even in his letters.

Oh, no. She’s got the sicky icky which means she’s pregnant.

She doesn’t want the baby, and yet -- hold on!

A nurse telling Vera not to scream and Caitlin telling her off. ICONIC!

A birth and an arm amputation? What an.... interesting parallel.

Imma just skip over this part because it’s sad and a bit graphic.

Okay, now she’s in Wales writing a letter telling William to come home.

“It’s not what I married you for?” GIRL, WHAT?

I JUST WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG!!! *sniffles*

Wait, Dylan’s got a new woman? I’m not surprised, just disappointed.

“If you were a man, I’d fancy you.” ~ Caitlin.

YES, CAITLIN, GET HIM!!!!

You sleep with other women because you’re a poet? WHAT?

I write poetry and I don’t have a partner, but if I did, I wouldn’t CHEAT!

You know what, you and Vera deserve each other. I’m done with this.

See? Even the patrons at the bar know something’s up with them.

Who’s looking after the kids while Caitlin’s on her bike?

Don’t drink and bike, okay?

Just friends, huh, Vera? Why’d you kiss him on your wedding day, then?

He can’t even play with his kid? That’s sad.

Flushing the poem down the toilet? Not what I expected but good on you.

LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU MADE HER CRY!!!

Now you’re taking a bath together? What’s William gonna think, huh?

Poor boy is shell-shocked.

I thought you said you were going to tell him you love him.

He can’t even hold or look at his child because he knows the truth.

Now he’s broke because you spent all his money.

See? Told you he’d find out.

Wait, what’s the child’s name? Rowatt? That’s a new one for the books.

I already have a bad feeling about this Anita person.

IT WASN’T THE BRITISH WHO RISKED THEIR LIVES!? WHAT?!

Will had to watch a soldier’s arm be amputated!

Dylan, you’re friends with these people!?

You have the AUDACITY to LAUGH while he’s having a breakdown?

She’s just antagonizing him at this point. *sips water.*

I shouldn’t say it’s okay that he slapped her, but SHE HAD IT COMIN’!

William, whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t.

Going to your wife’s boyfriend’s house with a weapon.... Oh, no.

You weren’t aiming for anyone, but still, not the best idea, love.

He told Caitlin what happened.

Aww, he’s sad because there’s a bruise on Vera’s cheek.

And because he scared Caitlin’s son and doesn’t like the screaming.

COME ON VERA, MAKE A SMART CHOICE FOR ONCE!

Thank you. I am this close *spreads arms out* to forgiving you.

Okay, this moment with William and his son? I’m crying again, darn it!!!

“Lashes like feathers, like yours.” WILLIAM! MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT!

Not surprising the police are involved after the incident.

See? Caitlin wonder’s if the kid is Dylan’s, too.

“You’re my friend.” SAYS THE GIRL WHO SLEPT WITH BESTIE’S MAN?

Asbestos walls? Aren’t they dangerous nowadays?

“Scratch my head, Cat.” No, Dylan. Kiss my- Oh, look a rainbow!

How was he supposed to know the walls were poorly built?

If you can’t live without him, why’d you cheat on him, then?

“It’s my firm belief that he tried to murder me.....”

FORGET DEEP BREATHS, I’M SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW.

Wait! No evidence of murder? Yay, I guess?

NO, NOT A HAPPY CAITLIN AND VERA MONTAGE OF THE PAST?

Everyone made peace with each other. That’s nice.

I was half expecting a sad ending, but I’m so glad it wasn’t. Also, no, I didn’t cry a hundred times, what are you talking about?!

#the edge of love #keira knightley #cillian murphy #sienna miller #period dramas #movies #the way this film played with my emotions #caitlin and william deserved better #vera and dylan deserved each other #i'm not crying you're crying

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