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WIP Wednesday Thursday ✨
So I’ve not been doing great ™️ lately. I’ve been insanely busy and I haven’t been writing much because I’m indecisive as hell and didn’t know what to do. I’ve also really been doubting my own skills, so yeah it’s been… a ride.
ANYWAY, enough complaining! I’ve got a new wip going (shocking I know!), called the asthma fic in which a fight between Buck and Eddie leads Buck to have an asthma attack despite not having had one for years 🥴
A huge shoutout to @tizniz who helped me brain storm this fic 💕 and thank you to everyone who keeps tagging me, you’re much appreciated 💕
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Despite only sitting at an arm’s length, Buck feels like he’s a world away from Eddie. Normally the silence is comfortable, it’s safe and sometimes even wanted after a long shift. But right now, Buck is counting all of the many times that his parents did this to him. Didn’t want to deal with him and his feelings. He has to give up counting - there’s way too many times that he remembers and probably just as many that he’s forgotten all about. Expect his body hasn’t.
He traces the back of his hand, carefully picking at the skin as he swallows dryly, Eddie still not speaking. Eddie doesn’t say anything until they reach the main road. Buck doesn’t dare to be the one to break the silence, afraid of the consequences and the wrath that he without a doubt deserves.
“Buck, what the hell?” are the first words out of Eddie’s mouth. He doesn’t even turn his head to look at Buck but Buck is watching him carefully, his small mannerisms that indicates that this time Buck really fucked up.
Eddie’s jaw is locked tight, his nails are almost digging into the leather of the steering wheel and he’s shaking his head a little, shaking it in disapproval, Buck knows that much. “You can’t just…” Eddie takes a deep breath, wanting to get ahold of himself but all of the emotions and words inside his head are welling over, breaking the dam.
“You can’t just do shit like that, you know? You can’t just change plans without telling me about it. Especially not when it’s about Chris” He speaks.
Buck nods vaguely, not Eddie can see it anyway. He knows how much Christopher means to Eddie, that he will always be his first priority which is also totally reasonable. He just doesn't want this to be the thing that breaks them.
He can feel the tears brimming in his eyes, threatening to fall as the tightness in his chest increases and he coughs lightly, trying to shield Eddie from the fact that breathing is starting to become an ongoing struggle.
“I know, I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about it” Buck says and glances at Eddie who scoffs and pinches the bridge of his nose again. It reminds him a little too much of his father, ignoring him and walking away if he became too much to handle. They didn’t care. They were so busy mourning the son that they had lost that they forgot to nurture the one that was left. Maddie. Maddie was always there for him. She never gave up on him.
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#buddie#buddie wip#fortheloveofbuddie writes#buddie fic#the asthma fic#fic: I’ll kill myself trying and I’m not scared of dying#<— oh look it has a name already#im as surprised as you are#im back on my bullshit#911 on abc
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Wheezy winters pt.2
Pairings: Wandanat x R
Word count: 900
Summary: after your asthma puffer runs out your girls keep a close eye on you as your wait for another. Will you be ok?
TW: Asthmas attack (is that a warning? Idk.)
A/n seeings you guys seemed to like the first part so much here’s a part 2 for y’all
|| PART 1 ||
“Y/n/n? Love? Come on or we’re gonna be late to training.” Wanda called from the bathroom. Grumbling you threw off the sheets and pulled on some winter appropriate training clothes.
“Y/n/n, wands? You coming? Steve’s waiting.” Nat called, knocking on the closed door. She was always up early and so of course she was ready to go.
“Coming” you called grabbing your coat. With one foot out the door, you felt an arm wrap around your bicep.”
“Love. Have you taken your puffer?” Wanda asked eyes sparkling. She had checked every morning of the past week to make sure before letting you leave the shared bedroom.
You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. You had hoped she would forget, but you knew she wouldn’t.
“Its out?” You said sounding so unsure it was phrased as a question.
“Love.” Wanda sighed looking at you and visibly deflating.
“I’ll be fine.” You smiled, grabbing your mini backpack which housed your ‘in case of an attack’ puffer. Quickly you rushed out the door, Wanda sighed before following, knowing you wouldn’t be talked out of coming on the run.
“Ok but take it easy.” Wanda called after you, grabbing her own coat and following behind.
When the team was all gathered at the base of the compound, Steve began the run. Wanda and Nat jogged close behind you, talking in hushed tones, you knew they were talking about you.
“Wands I’m worried, why didn’t she get a new one.”
“She said she’s waiting for her prescription from Cho. And the new puffer wont be in until next Tuesday.”
“But it’s Wednesday.” Nat frowned “thats too many runs without her preventer.”
“I know love, I’ll love for pietros spare when we get back.”
“Ok” Nat nodded. “Then I guess we’ll just keep a close eye on her today.”
Wanda nodded in response.
Your chest felt ok. Or at least it had when you started the run. You were nearing the ten minute mark and feeling a bit too confident. Picking up your pace, you felt a hand on your lower back.
“Love. Take it easy today.” Nat’s voice was softer than her hands as she spoke so the rest of the team, who were all way ahead, wouldn’t hear. You nodded a response, the tell tale tightening wheeze confirming her words. In an attempt to stifle the attack, you tried to steady your breathing. Taking slow deep breathes and trying the wheeze quietly. Unknowingly in your focus to slow your breathing, your speed had dropped almost to a stop. Nat and Wanda appeared on both sides of you.
“Love?” Wanda called.
“Y/n/n sweetheart?” Nat echoed
“Yeah.” You huffed between breaths.
“Are you ok?” Nat asked
“Peachy.” You grinned, the pause making you cough and your chest tightened. Wanda frowned, guiding you to the floor. Her furrowed brow deepening at your lack of protest. You were almost as stubborn as Nat when it came to your health.
“Breathe love.” Wanda smiled, pulling you into her chest. You were sat between her legs on the concrete, your back against her chest. As Wanda held you close in an attempt to stem the panic she could feel rising in you, nat fumbled with the zip. Blushing slightly as the mighty black widow was defeated by a simple zipper.
“Here.” Wanda stretched out a hand, her eyes never leaving your form.
Nat handed over the bag and Wanda unzipped it, pulling out the puffer and handing it to you. Unfortunately your hands were shaking far to much to be of any use. Nat gently took the puffer from you, handing it to Wanda. You were gasping at this point. Nat’s hand rubbed circles on your back as Wanda uncapped and slipped it between your lips. Tilting it back slightly and pressing it down, she instructed you to hold your breathe for the count of five. Both girls slowly counting out loud in sync. When they reached zero, you deflated your puffed up chest. Wanda repeated the process, push, puff, count, breathe, until the wheeze was lesser and you could take a half breath.
Nat lent down scooping you out of Wanda’s embrace and holding you bridal style as she carried you back to the compound in a slow jog. Wanda running close behind.
When the three of you made it back, your girls explained the situation to cho. Who promptly put you on a low flow oxygen mask and put a rush on your puffer.
Tiredly you laid on the bed, nat on one side running her hands through your hair. Wanda on the other side rubbing circles on your thigh. You fought to keep you eyes open, tired from the near hyperventilating.
“Its ok love, you can sleep.” Wanda cooed.
“We’re not going anywhere.” Nat smiled.
Closing your eyes, you drifted off to dreamland.
A/N I literally had an Asthma attack (kinda) while writing this lol. I have a love hate relationship with winter. My mind loves it. My lungs hate it.
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#fanfic#marvel#the avengers#wanda maximoff#wandanat#natasha x y/n#wanda x you#sick#wandanat comfort#wandanat sic fic#wandanat x reader#whump#asthma attack#asthma#reader has asthma#hurt/comfort#wandanat x r#wandanat sick#nat#wands
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Can I request for hotches wife having a asthma attack in 4am middle of the night and she woke aaron up
Warnings: Asthma attack, fluff, poor writing💀 and I think that's it :)
Word count: 462
Pairing: Hotch x fem!reader
A/n: Definitely! I'll try my best on this as it's not something I really have any personal experience with but I did a little research so I had a better understanding. I hope this is okay, it was a little rushed so I apologise if it's not very good. It's not my best work and it's short but I hope you enjoy<3. This was not proofread so there might be a couple mistakes.
Forever Tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle
You were having trouble breathing. A familiar feeling. But one that was not welcome. Your husband sleeping next to you with soft snores leaving his lips was completely unaware of your current situation. You wanted his help but you hated waking him up.
You were coughing and wheezing as you reached for your inhaler that normally sat on your bedside table at night but you couldn't find it no matter how much you felt around. That only made matters worse now. Another fit of coughs came on and then you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"Sweetheart?" You heard Aaron's voice. It was tired and sleepy. You looked over at him and he heard you wheeze and struggle to breathe. "Honey is it your asthma?" You nod as you cough again. "Do you need your inhaler?" You nod again "It's not there." He understands. He knows where you keep it.
Standing up he turns the light on and walks over to your side of the bed. It takes him a few seconds but he quickly finds it on the floor in front of your side table and grabs it, handing it to you. It must have been knocked off at some point in your sleep. You take it from him and he sits on the edge of the bed with one hand rubbing your arm telling you it'll be okay as he tries to calm you as best as he can. It's far from the first time he's seen this happen. It's happened a number of times and every time it worries him but he always stays calm for you.
After you're able to breathe better he gets in bed next to you again and holds you. "How do you feel?" You can hear the concern in his voice. "I'm feeling better." You sigh and lean into him as he rubs your back. He always does whatever he can for you. He just wants you to be okay. "Are you sure?" He asks as he kisses your forehead. He always needs to be sure. And if you're sure, then he is too. It's something he takes your word for because you have more experience with what's happening to you than he does. And he trusts that if you're not okay that you'll tell him so he can get you the help you need.
You nod again and he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Aaron." He shakes his head a little. "You don't need to thank me, Honey. I'll always help however I can. I love you." You know this but you still thank him every time. You smile slightly. "I love you too." He places another kiss on your forehead and holds you close until you fall asleep again.
#aaron hotchner#hotch#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch x reader#hotchner#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner blurb#aaron hotchner scenario#aaron hotchner drabble#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner imagine#fic request#hotch✨#cw asthma attack
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for the lovely @aimportantdragoncollector's Fear No Evil that has the most insane eraserhead all might afo dynamic(theyre so holt wunch omfg) i wish i had the words to explain how this fic altered my brain chemistry. anyways this definitely happened before the plane ride to otheon
#seriously i fucking wheezed at this that my boss thought i had asthma. its that fucking good.#i thought i busted a lung laughing#yagi toshinori#all for one#aizawa shouta#mha#my art <3#im a golden eyes aizawa truther dont @ me#one day i will leave reviews on fics like a normal™ sane creature but it is not this dayyy
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Eddie posts a Tiktok the morning after Steve jump scared Gareth. Steve is just towering over where Gareth is asleep, sticking his hands into the folds of the couch around him because Eddie can’t find his inhaler and that’s the last place he thinks he had it.
All the while, they’re having what sounds like the world’s most mundane conversation about a wildly bizarre concept.
Eddie: You know, he thinks you do it on purpose to scare him. Specifically him.
Steve, moving Gareth’s arm to check under it: Oh yeah, because I love going to sleep in one place and waking up somewhere else. That’s like, my favorite thing
Eddie: You gotta get over the car thing, Stevie
Steve: I will never! I thought I died and they picked my unconscious body and shoved me into a car, Eddie. A Camaro! Then they drove my unconscious body to a hole in a ground and made me get in it. And then-
Eddie: You got vetoed
Steve, carefully lifting Gareth’s head up to check under it: And THEN, I got outvoted on who would drive back! Who does- oh, hey man
Gareth, who just woke up with Steve Harrington way too close to his face and cradling his head: Dude, what the hell
Eddie laughs in the background with the wispy wheezing sound he sometimes makes when his asthma acts up. They do eventually find his inhaler. It was in the car.
#Eddie has the vibe that he had to sit out on running the mile in gym class and I think people should give him asthma on more fics#Love the idea of Gareth constantly being on the end of Steve’s jump scares. like when he’s touring with them it takes forever for him to#convince Jeff and Grant that Steve sleepwalks even after Eddie and Steve back him up#eddie munson tiktok saga#steve harrington#eddie munson#gareth (stranger things)
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WIP Wednesday 🤧
Tagged by so many people the last couple days! Like all of you, I am becoming less and less of a functional person before tomorrow's episode. Anyway, here's more from asthma attack fic!
A paper cup is thrust in front of his face. Buck tries to take it but his hands are shaking badly now and he nearly spills it all over himself.
“I c– I can’t –” he gasps.
“I’ll help you.” Eddie places a gentle hand on the back of his neck and holds the cup up to his lips. “Come on, drink for me.”
Buck doesn’t know that he’ll be able to stop wheezing long enough to take even a sip, but for Eddie he’ll try. He lets Eddie carefully tilt his head back and parts his lips. Bitter, hot coffee flows into his mouth and Buck forces himself to swallow. Miraculously, he manages a couple good mouthfuls before his rhythm falters and he accidentally ends up inhaling some. He chokes and splutters, coughing out the liquid all over himself and Eddie.
“Shit!” Eddie swears. He guides Buck’s head forward again and starts rubbing up and down his back. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“S’okay,” Buck manages to cough out. It’s not Eddie’s fault his lungs have suddenly decided to stop working.
Eddie grimaces, and looks back towards the blocked doorway. “Cap! How’s that rescue looking?”
“We’ve got another forklift coming! Just hang tight for a few more minutes!”
“Just a couple more minutes,” Eddie repeats, rubbing Buck’s back a little more forcefully. “You’re gonna be fine. Just hang on for a few more minutes.”
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also you should all know I'm going to title it after this song
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It’s not a mountain, it’s a butte (1/2)
Title: It’s not a mountain, it’s a butte (1/2)
Word Count: 5451
Summary: Jungkook loves hiking. He absolutely loves being in nature– even if nature does not love him back. And today, on a very rare occasion, all six of his best friends are joining him for a short hike that he’s been planning for months. It does not go quite as planned.
Sickie: Jungkook (snz, allergies, asthma)
Caretakers: OT7
A/N: This got a bit long, so I split it into 3 chapters. I'll probably post the other chapters sometime next week. This first one is the main story and fulfills this request, but I couldn't resists adding on the aftermath of Jungkook's allergy/asthma attack and the aftercare and then the after after care of the next day too, lol. Also, this is completely unedited and likely full of typos and grammatical errors per usual.
Jungkook lowkey hates springtime.
Overall, spring is actually his second favorite season because of the milder temperatures. His first favorite season by far is winter, because hot weather sucks and cold weather is where he belongs to his very core.
Spring, however, usually means allergies. Lots and lots of allergies. Itchy, sniffly, sneezy allergies. Jungkook’s body unfortunately did not get the memo that other bodies get and so on top of allergies, he also has asthma, which of course is always the worst for him in the springtime.
On this particular spring Saturday morning, he wakes up with puffy eyes and a stuffy nose. It’s pretty typical for this time of year, and he’s usually not so cheerful upon waking when he has to immediately sneeze before he even fully has his eyes open, but this morning he doesn’t give a shit because it’s hiking day.
Jungkook loves hiking.
He absolutely loves being in nature– even if nature does not love him back. And today, on a very rare occasion, all six of his best friends are joining him for a short hike that he’s been planning for months. He’s very excited for hiking day.
With a mildly irritated sigh, Jungkook pulls the comforter completely over his head, sneezes six times in a row, and sniffs sharply to chase away the tickle that will be returning as soon as he lets his guard down and then remain in his sinuses for the rest of the day.
When he resurfaces he finds two faces staring down at him.
“Morning,” he says with a cheerful smile and a soft sniffle.
“Good morning, and bless you!” Jimin responds.
“Good morning!” Taehyung says. “We thought we would have to wake you up.”
“Nope!” Jungkook replies. He cups a hand over his mouth and nose and sneezes once more, his whole body shaking. “I’m up. It’s hiking day!” He pauses, hand still over his lower face, anticipating another sneeze that never comes. After a minute he shakes his head and scrubs hard at his nose with a sleepy, irritated groan.
Both Jimin and Taehyung, looking more than half-asleep themselves, lean down at the same time– Jimin on his left and Taehyung on his right– to pat him on the chest sympathetically.
“Don’t forget to take your allergy pill,” Jimin reminds him. “Did you pack your inhaler last night?”
Jungkook glances towards his nightstand where his inhaler is. “Yep.”
Taehyung pokes him in the belly. “Well, get up, then. You made us all wake up at the asscrack of dawn so this better be worth it. Let’s go hike your mountain.”
“It’s a butte,” Jungkook corrects him, but Taehyung is already leaving the room, yawning so widely his jaw cracks.
“I need coffee,” Jimin says, also yawning, and he trails behind Taehyung.
Despite his excitement, Jungkook is the last to be ready, and when he gets to the living room everyone else is lounging about.
“Let’s go!” He practically shouts, urging them all out the door. “It’s hiking day!”
“Does the whole street have to know?” Yoongi grumbles, making a face as Jungkook pushes a set of keys into his palm. Even though he’s making a show of being grumpy, he’s the only one Jungkook trusts besides himself to drive at such an early hour.
The seven of them take two cars to the trail, arriving before the sun rises. There’s a slight chill to the morning air, but the skies are clear and it’s already the start of a beautiful day weather wise.
Jungkook gets out of the car and reaches his arms up high above his head, leaning to one side and then the other and moaning loudly at the stretch. He’s wearing tight black spandex shorts and a black hoodie that’s halfway to being a crop top, and Taehyung pokes at his exposed stomach with a smirk.
“We might see some deer if we’re quiet enough,” Jungkook announces, ignoring Taehyung. He pulls a camera from his backpack and hangs the strap around his neck. After he shoulders his backpack, he turns towards the trailhead. “Ahhh,” he says with a noisy exhale that he follows with a long, deep breath in through his nose. “Smell that? That’s the beautiful smell of nature.”
He sneezes immediately afterwards.
“Bless you,” Hoseok and Namjoon say in unison.
“Did you take your allergy pill?” Yoongi asks.
“I take it every morning,” Jungkook responds. “Did you take your brain pill?”
Yoongi flips him off and mimics, “I take it every morning.”
“Only because I have to remind you,” Seokjin mutters under his breath.
Taehyung yawns and plasters himself against Jimin’s back, snaking his arms around his waist and tucking his hands into Jimin’s hoodie pocket. “I can only smell Jimin’s coffee breath.”
Jimin, still half asleep, only pouts.
Jungkook sneezes, again.
“Bless you,” Hoseok and Namjoon say in unison, again.
“Doesn’t seem like you took your allergy pill,” Yoongi grumbles. “At least tell me you brought your inhaler.”
Ignoring him, Jungkook bends down to check that his black hiking boots are laced up properly. He adjusts his backpack, stretches his calves for all of ten seconds, and straightens his posture.
“Let’s hike this butte,” he says cheerfully, and then he takes off at a light jog, disappearing down the trail and leaving them all behind.
When they catch up to him, Jungkook has his camera raised to his face and he’s squatting by the base of a pine tree, looking at the ground.
“What are you taking a picture of?” Taehyung wonders. “A worm?”
“Caterpillar,” Jungkook murmurs. “See? Right there.”
Taehyung pats him on the shoulder in a way that indicates that he does not in fact see the caterpillar. “It’s a very nice caterpillar,” he says anyway.
The hike Jungkook has chosen isn’t too long nor too strenuous of a hike– only 7 kilometers or so of a well established trail– and they get a beautiful view of the sun rising when they start their hike in earnest, climbing up the east side of the butte.
Although he’d started off at a fast pace, Jungkook isn’t feeling particularly competitive today, and because he has his camera he chooses to take his time watching wildlife and taking pictures of every bird and plant he sees along the way.
Namjoon leads the group instead, long legs carrying him far very quickly. Jimin has the shortest stride but he’s the second most competitive of the group behind Jungkook, and so he falls into pace right next to Namjoon. Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok stay in the middle of the pack, their pace a bit more average.
Seokjin falls back and keeps Jungkook company in the rear. He watches fondly as Jungkook gushes over the beauty in nature and patiently listens when Jungkook explains the different species of birds they see on the trail.
“Do you think we’ll see any deer?” Jungkook asks Seokjin, scanning the hillside hopefully.
“Maybe,” Seokjin replies. “Are there usually deer on this mountain?”
“It’s not a mountain,” Jungkook whispers as a curious chipmunk peeks out at them from behind a fern. “It’s a butte.”
Jungkook and Seokjin continue up the steepest part of the path until it evens out in elevation, stopping every so often so Jungkook can take his pictures, and they’re the last to reach the summit. There’s a small lookout with a view of the surrounding mountains and the other five are all crammed onto the one single bench there, eating snacks.
“Look,” Hoseok says around a mouthful of trail mix. He points at the ground where Jungkook and Seokjin are standing. “There’s a compass on the ground. It shows what mountains are in the distance, too.”
Jungkook already knows this. He’s been up hiking here before. He’s about to look down at it when Seokjin covers his eyes from behind.
“Guess which way is north?” he says, chuckling in Jungkook’s ear.
“Fuck off,” he says, shrugging Seokjin off, because he’s shit at directions and has absolutely no idea which direction north is.
Hoseok and Jimin nearly fall off the bench from laughing so hard.
Jungkook flips them off and then walks to the lookout point, cheeks flushed in sudden embarrassment. He lifts his camera to hide his face and marvels at the beautiful early morning view. He can hear Seokjin join the others on the bench– if Yoongi’s complaints of getting squished are anything to go off– and he can’t stay mad for long when he hears their chatter and joyful laughter.
He turns and snaps a picture just as Seokjin is shoving a massive handful of trail mix into his mouth.
“That’s hot,” he smirks, and this time Seokjin is flipping him off.
They stay up at the summit for about fifteen minutes before Jungkook is itching to get moving again. He takes a long drink from his water bottle and shoves it back into his backpack. Even though it’s still a bit chilly, he peels off his hoodie and ties it around his waist, snaps one more picture of the group sitting on the bench, and then starts the descent knowing they’ll all follow quickly once they realize he’s leaving.
Jungkook smiles when he remembers there’s a meadow just on the other side, full of beautiful wildflowers that he can’t wait to photograph. Sure enough, he doesn’t have to go very far down the trail before he spots the colorful field ahead of him.
“Hey,” Seokjin says, catching up to him. “Wait up!”
“Fuck off,” Jungkook mumbles, but there’s no real heat behind it.
He hears Seokjin’s pace quicken behind him and slows down a little. His eyes are starting to itch and he scrunches up his face, trying not to rub at them. His nose is starting to itch, too.
Seokjin peers at Jungkook, taking in the irritation he can see on his face. “Oh, come on,” he says. “I was just teasing about the direction thing. Don’t be grumpy with me.”
“I’m not grumpy.” Jungkook gives in and digs his fist into his eye.
“Okay,” Seokjin says, sounding unconvinced.
Jungkook rubs at his nose, and then sniffles, and then nearly stumbles a step when his nose prickles sharply, bringing a few tears to his eyes.
And then he sneezes.
It’s not just any sneeze. It’s harsh, quick and forceful and so itchy sounding that Seokjin winces.
“Oh, shit,” he murmurs. “You okay?”
Jungkook doesn’t respond. He’s bent at the waist, sneezing again. The irritation makes him cough afterward, and he feels Seokjin’s hand on his upper arm, like he’s getting ready to steady him if needed.
When he straightens, his eyes and nose are streaming and his eyes are still itchy as fuck.
“You okay?” Seokjin repeats. He’s biting his lower lip.
Jungkook rubs at his eyes with his fists. “Yep. I’m fine.”
At this point, the others have caught up to them.
“Was that Jungkook sneezing?” Jimin asks, pulling a small packet of tissues from his pocket of his sweatpants. “Here.”
Jungkook accepts the tissues, but he doesn’t have time to get one out before he has to sneeze again, another harsh expulsion that has him bending at the waist.
Jimin rolls his eyes in amusement and takes the unused tissue pack back, opening the plastic and pulling several tissues out before passing them to Jungkook. They all know by the sound that it’s not just a regular sneeze– it’s very clearly the start of an allergy attack. Jungkook thinks about how often they all like to comment on his sneezing, which apparently sounds different depending on what’s making him sneeze. To him, it all just sounds like sneezing. Instead of going off the sound, he goes off the feeling, and the current feeling is an unbearably itchy allergy attack that’s going to have him sneezing his head off for the rest of the hike, probably.
Fuck springtime.
While Jungkook blows his nose, Yoongi digs through his backpack and locates Jungkook’s epi pen, extra inhaler, allergy medication and more tissues.
“Holy shit, Yoongi,” Jungkook laughs. He scrubs the wad of tissues in his hand under his nose back and forth several times until the undersides of his nostrils are bright pink. “I actually did my meds this morning.”
“When are you due for more?”
“I’m fine.” Jungkook says instead of answering. He tucks the used tissues into his pocket. “I can breathe. I’m just a little itchy.”
Hoseok watches him rubbing his eyes again with a frown. “Yeah, we can see that. Quit rubbing your face.”
Jungkook sneezes again and does not quit rubbing his face.
Namjoon sighs and pats his shoulder. “Why did you plan your hike by all these flowers?” He asks, gesturing at the meadow. “There are so many. Damn.”
Jungkook starts to answer, but he’s hit with another sharp prickle in his sinuses. He holds up a finger, sucks in a massive breath, and then sneezes loudly four times in a row.
“Uh, pretty sure you just scared all the deer away,” Seokjin teases, smiling a little before going back to chewing on his bottom lip.
Jimin pulls more tissues out of the pack and hands them to Jungkook. “Bless you!”
“Jimin, you’re a lifesaver with these tissues,” Jungkook says with a sniffle. His nose is drippy now and he can feel the next sneeze approaching fast. “C’mon, let’s start heading back to the car. There might be deer closer to the trailhead.”
“Wait! Don’t you want to take a moment and–”
Whatever Yoongi’s saying, Jungkook doesn’t catch the end of it. He’s scanning the meadow for deer and wondering how close he can get to the pretty wildflowers without throwing himself into an asthma attack on top of everything. He might already be heading for an asthma attack, with the way his chest is starting to feel, but they’re already halfway through the short hike and he has his own inhaler in his backpack in addition to the one Yoongi apparently thought to bring along.
In the end, he decides to take pictures of the flowers as he walks and doesn’t stray from the trail even an inch. Namjoon and Seokjin take the lead once they catch up, but they don’t let themselves get too far ahead, and Jungkook notices them glancing back over their shoulders every time he sneezes.
Jimin, his sweet angel of a friend, sticks close and keeps handing him tissues. Hoseok blesses him from behind so frequently that eventually, Jungkook stops and turns around.
“Seok,” he says, and wow he sounds like shit. He clears his throat and holds up a tissue. “You don’t have to say bless you every single time.”
Hoseok blushes. “Sorry. It’s just a habit.”
Jungkook rips the tissue in half and shoves one half up his right nostril, then the other half up his left. “There,” he says, sounding even more stuffed-up and ridiculous. “This will hold off the sneezing for a bit.”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow skeptically but doesn’t say anything.
“That’s…kind of gross, but okay,” Jimin tells him. He stays close by with tissues at the ready anyway.
They all start walking again. The tissue stuffed up his nose does keep the sneezing at bay, but only for about ten minutes. In that time, they descend past the meadow and get back to the treeline, where Jungkook spots a woodpecker and spends a good few minutes photographing it.
“That’s a nice bird,” Taehyung says, reaching up to thread his fingers through the hair at Jungkook’s nape. “You sure you can breathe okay like that?”
Jungkook sniffs hard in response, which turns out to be a mistake since there’s still a half a tissue stuffed up each of his nostrils. The intake of air pulls the tissues further up his nose and sets off an intense tickle that makes him snort and then cough.
It’s not his smartest moment.
He reaches up and tugs the pieces of tissue out of his nose, and he’s pretty sure Jimin gags next to him at the sight, but he doesn’t really hear him because doing so only makes the tickle so, so much worse. He finds himself suddenly trapped in between sneezing and not sneezing, his lungs forcing him to suck in air and his nose twitching in irritation but not quite completing the job. It’s torturous and it lasts for what feels like hours, but in reality is probably only twelve seconds before he hears the crinkle of plastic next to his ear.
“Try blowing your nose,” Jimin suggests, and Jungkook forces his eyes open so he can see. He takes the tissue that Jimin’s offering and cups it over his nose.
“Jungkook,” he hears Jimin say after a moment. “You gotta try blowing your nose. Or sneeze, or something.”
He’s vaguely aware that he’s still standing there in sneezy limbo, mouth wide open and nostrils flaring, but he can’t do anything because his sinuses are on fire and his breath keeps catching with nowhere to go and the tickle is spreading to the back of his throat and he’s still not sneezing.
He feels something swipe beneath his eyes to catch the irritated tears– Jimin’s fingers– and then a hand covers his hand around the tissue and squeezes lightly.
As soon as the air is cut off to his nostrils, Jungkook sighs in relief, the tension draining from his body, and as soon as Jimin lets go of his hand, he sneezes explosively.
“Bless you!” Hoseok chirps.
“Bless you,” Jimin says. He passes another tissue over.
“Fuck, shit,” Jungkook grunts out, coughing a few times.
Taehyung squeezes the back of his neck.
Hoseok and Yoongi are looking at each other, communicating silently with each other in their own secret language that only they speak, but that Jungkook can understand perfectly– they’re debating whether or not to ask him if he wants to take his inhaler. Jungkook can tell by the way they’re staring into each other's eyes and frowning, and also by the way that Yoongi is cradling Jungkook’s inhaler in his palm.
“So, that sucked,” Jungkook croaks out. He coughs a few more times. “Please never let me put tissues up my nose again.”
“Gladly,” Jimin responds with a grimace.
“Let’s go,” Jungkook says, rubbing his eyes as he starts walking down the trail again. “I don’t want Joon and Seokjin to see a deer without me.”
“That would be tragic,” Taehyung agrees, following behind.
Jungkook’s sinuses and lungs are starting to ache, and his eyes are so itchy he can’t keep himself from rubbing at them every minute or so, but he’s still in good spirits as they take a switchback and finally get the final, glorious view for the last part of their hike.
Jungkook lifts his camera and snaps about ten pictures. He uses his viewfinder to spot Namjoon and Seokjin below, not too far ahead of them on the trail, and takes a picture of them too.
Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi stop behind him as he takes pictures and drink from their water bottles.
“Why does going downhill hurt my knees so much?” Yoongi complains.
“It’s because you’re old,” Taehyung retorts.
Hoseok and Jimin fall into each other with laughter, and Jungkook shushes them. “Shh, you’ll scare the deer away!”
It doesn’t matter how loud they’re laughing, though, because in the next moment a tickle flares in Jungkook’s sinuses and he has to sneeze. The sneeze rings out through the air, and it’s followed by a second sneeze, and then a third, the itch spreading again in a way that only his allergies can do. He reaches up and scrubs hard at his nose, but it does nothing to stop the tickle nor the resulting sneezes, one right after the other without much of a chance to breathe in between.
“Bless you,” Hoseok says after about seven or eight sneezes.
Jungkook shakes his head, swipes the back of his hand over his streaming eyes, and then cups both hands over his mouth and nose and keeps on sneezing. He sneezes so many times in a row that he grows dizzy, head spinning when he tries to open his eyes. He instinctively reaches out and grabs on to the thing nearest to him, which happens to be Jimin’s arm.
“Woah, Kook–? What’s wrong?”
Jungkook can only dig his fingers into Jimin’s arm as another fit of sneezes takes him over.
“Sit down for a sec,” Hoseok says in his ear, helping to guide him to the ground as he sniffles and blinks against the spots in his vision.
Once he’s sitting on the ground, he feels Jimin take his hand, press a handful of tissues against his palm, and then help lift his arm back up to his face.
“Blow,” he says, waiting until Jungkook gets the tissues to his nose before he reaches over and slides Jungkook’s backpack off his shoulders for him.
Jungkook sneezes into his wad of tissues. And sneezes some more. And then sneezes about ten more times for good measure, and not a single sneeze does anything to relieve the maddening tickle in the back of his nose and throat. He pauses to suck in a greedy breath of air, cough harshly, and then sneezes twice more before he can finally stop. The tissues in his hand are soaked through and are practically useless by the time he tries to blow his nose, but he does it anyway, snorting air out of his nostrils forcefully and shuddering at the awful, raw feeling he always has post sneezing fit.
“Bless you!” Jimin and Hoseok exclaim at the same time as soon as it’s apparent that Jungkook is done sneezing for the time being.
Seokjin and Namjoon are squatting down in front of him.
“You’re both going to get permanent wrinkles from frowning so hard,” Jungkook tells them. His voice is nearly gone.
Seokjin heaves a deep sigh and stands up. He offers a hand out to Jungkook, helping him up off the ground. Jungkook hops up and brushes the dirt off his ass, then turns to Jimin.
“Please tell me there are more tissues.”
Jimin holds up another unopened pack of tissues. “So many more tissues. Take all you need.”
Jungkook grabs his backpack from the ground and opens the front pocket so he can shove all the used tissues inside, emptying out his pockets as well. He finishes off the rest of his water, shoulders his backpack, and gratefully takes the pack of tissues from Jimin.
“Need your inhaler before we keep going?” Yoongi asks. He cups a hand under Jungkook’s chin and gently tilts his head back, eyes narrowed as he inspects the puffiness around his eyes and nose.
“Your nose is so red,” Taehyung comments, poking the tip of Jungkook’s nose with a grin.
Jungkook squirms under their gaze.
“I’m fine,” he says hoarsely.
Taehyung reaches over and pulls the collar of Jungkook’s t-shirt from his neck.
“I’m not going to get a rash!” He nudges Taehyung’s hand away just in time to get his own hand up to his face, sneezing against the back of his wrist once. “I’m really fine,” he tries to reassure everyone, even as his breath hitches in preparation for yet another sneeze. “Honestly, I’m just really sneezy right now.”
“You’re sneezier than I’ve ever seen you before,” Seokjin agrees.
“I hope I didn’t scare all the deer away,” Jungkook pouts.
Hoseok hooks his arm through Jungkook’s and gives him an optimistic smile. “If you did, we’ll just come back some other time.”
They start walking again, this time sticking together as a group. Jungkook carries his own tissues this time, though his sneezes have gotten smaller and stuffier and he stops trying to cover them up after a while. Soon, he’ll be too stuffed up to sneeze properly and it will hurt– he can already feel his sinuses throbbing.
He has to stop walking again not five minutes later, annoyed about having to pause every three steps to sneeze. Despite the increase in frequency of sneezes, he’s getting very little relief from sneezing so much– his whole face just feels too itchy and he knows it’s only going to keep growing worse until he can get back home and shower. After a fit of sneezes that lasts too long for him to count, making him have to stop on the trail for a good several minutes, he turns to Yoongi.
“You happen to have eye drops in that bag?”
Yoongi does in fact have eye drops, and Jungkook takes the bottle as fast as he can because Yoongi looks like he’s a second away from putting them in Jungkook’s eyes himself. After, he unzips his own backpack and pulls out his inhaler to take a hit.
“Preventative measure,” he croaks out before Yoongi can say anything.
Suddenly, Taehyung gasps and they all startle.
“What?” Hoseok squeaks.
Taeyhung is pointing just over Jungkook’s shoulder. “Kook, look at that butterfly!”
Jungkook turns and looks to where Taehyung is pointing, a grin spreading over his entire face when he sees one of the biggest monarch butterflies he’s even seen before, fluttering so close he could probably reach out and touch it. He lifts his camera, snaps a couple of pictures, and then turns to Taehyung.
“Good spot!”
Taehyung puffs up his chest, proud of himself.
Jungkook’s nose twitches. His smile fades, his breath hitching erratically. “Fuck,” he pants out breathlessly before sneezing harshly. When he looks up, six mouths are frowning at him. “Sorry,” he rasps, suddenly feeling upset. “I don’t…” He trails off, unsure of what to say, but Yoongi immediately grabs his hand.
“No apologizing,” he says firmly. “Let’s get you back to the car, hm? Do you want Namjoon to give you a piggyback ride?”
“Hey!” Namjoon protests halfheartedly. “I didn’t agree to that.”
“I would take up that offer in a second if there wasn’t the risk of me sneezing in your hair the whole way back,” Jungkook chuckles.
“I appreciate that,” Namjoon says with a grin.
As soon as the parking lot is in view, Jungkook launches into another seemingly endless sneezing fit.
He stifles each sneeze into his hand, trying to hold them back as best as he can so they can make it back to the cars. It’s a difficult feat– his sneezes, especially his allergy sneezes, are strong and not at all easy to contain– but it makes it so he can keep walking and sneeze at the same time. One of the downsides, however, is that as soon as he starts stifling, he also starts to wheeze slightly, and it only takes a couple of minutes for everyone else to hear it.
“No, no,” Yoongi scolds when he realizes what Jungkook is doing. “Do not hold them back like that. Shit, Kookie, what are you thinking?” Then, a little softer, he adds knowingly, “Really, just let them out, baby. We’ll help you get back to the car.”
Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the pet name, but doesn’t say anything.
He feels Namjoon cup the back of his neck. “We’re almost there, Koo.”
Jungkook slows his pace just a little. Now his friends are breaking out the pet names and the gentle touches, which means they are officially worried about him and they’re going to be openly babying him like they’ve been wanting to this entire time.
Not that he cares, in this moment, because now that he’s not allowed to hold back his sneezing, he has to fully stop walking every time he sneezes.
One step. A harsh, ticklish sneeze that sucks the energy out of him and makes his eyes water. And before he’s taking the next step, he’s already building up to the next sneeze, sucking a trembling breath in, in, in– before he explodes. And then it repeats.
Jungkook feels a soft grip on his upper arm. Jimin is on his right and Hoseok is on his left, and at first they’re just trying to gently guide him along, but he’s sneezing so helplessly that eventually they each hook and arm through his elbows, and start nudging him a little more firmly down the trail. He trusts them to get him back to the car and not let him trip.
“Here, love,” Jimin says, holding a tissue to his nose for him.
Another pet name. Jungkook feels his face heat up. His nose is running profusely, though, so he doesn’t really have room to refuse the help.
“Don’t know why I can’t stop sneezing,” he mumbles congestedly, his breath rushing out in a wheezy exhale before he promptly sneezes again.
Jimin and Hoseok guide him to a bench near the trailhead to sit down, even though they can literally see their cars from the spot. Jungkook slumps against whoever is sitting next to him– Hoseok, he’s pretty sure, and closes his eyes tiredly.
“Poor thing,” Taehyung murmurs. “You sound so miserable and itchy.”
“Should we try to let him ride out the sneezing first?” He hears Seokjin say. “It seems like it’s slowing down, right?”
Namjoon voices his agreement and Jungkook hopes he’s right, because he honestly can’t tell at this point.
Yoongi keeps a hand on his back, rubbing lightly between his shoulder blades, standing behind the bench. Jimin sits to his right and holds tissues for him, which would embarrass Jungkook on most days, but in this moment he tolerates simply because he’s so fucking itchy and he can hardly see past the irritated tears that won’t quit– not to mention the fact that his nose is a drippy faucet now.
Hoseok sits to his left and keeps a grounding hand on his thigh, allowing Jungkook to lean on him. The others hover and give him sips of water every so often, petting his hair and squeezing his shoulders, offering encouragement after every sneeze.
Jungkook does eventually slow down on the sneezing, enough that he can actually tell he’s slowing down, but as the sneezing dies down a growing sense of irritation and embarrassment replace it.
He also might be the tiniest bit grumpy, because hiking day did not go as he planned at all.
Fuck springtime.
He huffs out a wheezy breath. “Sorry I ruined the hike,” he rasps, crossing his arms and frowning.
Yoongi holds his inhaler out. “What did I say about apologizing?”
Jungkook snatches the tissues that Jimin is holding and pulls several out of the pack, pressing the bundle to his nose. He stifles a tired sneeze, coughs, and then closes his eyes. “Well. I’m still sorry.”
“Come here, baby,” Hoseok says, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, and Jungkook lets himself be tugged against his chest.
He feels tears welling up in his eyes and keeps them squeezed shut, not willing to let them fall. He jams the tissues under his nose, stifles two more sneezes, and then pinches his nose shut so no more can escape.
Jungkook, not at all pouting and definitely not crying, rests his head on Hoseok’s chest and only his stuffy breathing fills the still-early morning air. For a moment, they’re all quiet, listening to Jungkook breathe. As soon as he feels like he has his tears under control, Jungkook squints one eye open, glancing between everyone to get a read on their expressions, and feeling relief when he doesn’t see any disappointment on any of their faces. He blinks a few times to clear any remaining tears, looks towards the parking lot to determine how much farther they have left to go, and then freezes.
Suddenly, Jungkook snorts, which results in a soft sneeze, and then full-on giggles, because he absolutely cannot believe his eyes.
“What?” Namjoon asks, whipping his head around to look at Jungkook.
“Are you laughing?”
“Kookie, baby, are you okay?”
They follow his finger when he points away from them and see a deer in the distance, standing so still it looks fake, staring directly at them.
“See? I didn’t scare all the deer away,” he croaks out.
“The fuck, Jungkook?” Seokjin yells. “Don’t joke about deer at a time like this!”
Jungkook stands and coughs hoarsely into his fist. The deer is still unmoving despite Seokjin’s loud voice, but he wants to get a picture of it before it runs away. He raises his camera, snaps a picture, and then lets his camera fall back against his chest just in time to cup both hands over his mouth and nose and sneeze mightily.
The deer bolts. Jungkook swipes his wrist under his nose and turns to Seokjin.
“At a time like what?”
With that, Jungkook turns and strolls back toward the cars, leaving his friends in stunned silence behind him.
Read Chapter 2 HERE
#chaptered fic#bts sickfic#sickfic#bts snz#sick jungkook#allergic jungkook#allergy fic#asthma fic#jungkook snz#bts hurt/comfort#hurt/comfort#caretaker seokjin#caretaker yoongi#caretaker jimin#caretaker taehyung#caretaker namjoon#caretaker hoseok
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keep fandom shit out of disability tags
i’m glad that you find my illness to be fun and entertaining, but i do not.
when i’m in a disability tag, i’m looking for content about that disability, not to see someone using my illness as a quirky character trait for fanfiction. it’s tactless and disrespectful to people genuinely suffering.
#not one actual piece of information under the asthma tag just a bunch of people calling this dude’s wheezing noises cute#awesome!!! great accessibility and awareness everyone#sorry not fucking sorry as a fic writer i’d never do this#chronic illness#disabled#spoonie#actually chronically ill#chronically ill#disability#asthma#I’m not autistic but I see this a lot so I’ll tag#if it’s at a point where we need an#actually autistic#tag because the#autism#tag is full of fandom shit we have failed
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raise your hand if you’re excited for 4k+ words of mike being stick season (we’ll all be here forever) coded.
#raises hand.#also if you see my reference to all too well im sorry i couldn’t help it#STICK SEASON + YOUR CITY GAVE ME ASTHMA MIKE WHEELER TRUTHERS RISE#HE HATES HIS FUCKING HOME TOWN! LOOK AT HIM!#ok sorry#im really excited for this fic can you tell#🫧🪴#byler#wayli writes#byler fic#wip wednesday#miwip wednesday#💛💙
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masterlist
your city gave me asthma series (i'm not like her)-
jubilee line- talking about london and how he got asthma and the poor people who committed suicide on the line.
saline solution- he's struggled with intense health anxiety for a very long time: health anxiety meaning that he's constantly afraid that he's sick, dying or suffering from some other medical issue he isn't aware of. the lyrics detail his constant grappling with these ideas..
since i saw vienna- visiting austrian capital vienna, while simultaneously experiencing loneliness, companionship, and the urge to keep travelling.
losing face- getting broken up with his partner and being told to wait for them, only for his ex to immediately get a new partner.
your sister was right- this song is about the singer feeling dejected and insecure in himself because he's a bad lover. he treated the girl he loved incredibly poorly despite how he feels for her, and feels guilty because she ignored the warnings from ger sister that he would hurt her.
la jolla- about a man who doesn't feel good enough and has distant dreams if leaving to start fresh somewhere different.
i'm sorry boris- singer becomes torn between leaving the united kingdom when the uk government is struggling to do good for the uk and staying home because his loved ones are there and he doesn't want to leave them behind.
#wilbur soot#wilbur#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot fic#ycgma#your city gave me asthma#jubilee line#prologue#saline solution#since i saw vienna#losing face#your sister was right#la jolla#im sorry boris#masterlist#fic#series
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A random headcanon for 1918
One of Elizabeth's protests re: Edward joining the army was his asthma. He always scoffed at this and reminded her that he had outgrown his asthma years ago.
Not only is outgrowing asthma not a thing, but he was also outright lying to her about it. His asthma symptoms were still exacerbated by exercise, especially in colder weather, and he knew it. He continued to push himself in order to prepare, gritting his teeth through the familiar symptoms because he was determined to beat it. Determined to be that That Edward.
In other words, if the Spanish flu hadn't killed him, life in the trenches would have. Because this boy has always had a terminal case of StubbornIdiotitis.
#Edward#Tale of Years#I love my dumb son so much#Headcanon#Asthma#1918 stuff#Once again I am asking if anyone has seen a good AU fic where Edward actually makes it to the trenches#WWI#World War One#The Great War
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Fuck it Friday/ Inspiration Saturday ✨
Thank you to everyone who’s been tagging me in this past week, I love seeing your works 🥹 I’ve once again been freakishly busy and haven’t had much time to write. I’m still not doing too great mentally but I’m working through it ™️
Today I had some writing beans for the asthma fic and wanted to share some 💕
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Buck topples over, his knees and hands hitting the uneven ground, gravel boring into his skin. He digs his nails into the dirt, small pieces making their way under his nails and then he feels a hand on his shoulder. But he doesn’t recognize it.
He lifts his head slightly and shakes it a little because right in front of him… is himself.
He really must be out of it now.
But he’s no older than eight with chapped lips and ruffled hair, gasping for breath like he is right now. A look of panic and pain is written all over his face as he glances to the side, almost if he’s trying to warn him. Buck blinks twice only to see his mirror image pressing a finger against his lips, telling him to stay calm, to stay quiet.
The weight of a child’s hand disappears and is replaced with a much firmer touch, almost gripping onto his shoulder. Fear fills his body instantly and he pulls away, almost losing his balance as he scurries backwards, ahead from the touch. He’s going to get hurt. He did a bad thing. He wasn’t being a good son. He was drawing attention to himself in all the wrong ways. He shouldn’t do that.
“Don’t, please, I’m sorry. I-… I’ll be quiet. Don’t touch me-… Don’t touch me” He scrambles to find his words and to run away. At this moment, he remembers everything.
Every harsh word his father has ever said. Every time that he did something that he shouldn’t. Every time that he couldn’t breathe and his father gripped his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to quiet down. He remembers the pain of his fathers fingers digging into the back of his neck, holding him in place and telling him how much of a disappointment he was. He remembers sitting in the corner of his room, hiding underneath his desk while struggling to breathe. He remembers Maddie’s soothing voice and touch, her warm fingers combing through his hair. He remembers how much he was crying.
And he remembers the instant relief washing over his body as Maddie quietly brought him his inhaler, urging him to use it. And he remembers refusing it, feeling like he deserved the aching in his bones.
“Buck, hey, it’s me” Eddie attempts a different approach, kneeling down in front of Buck without touching him. “It’ll be okay, baby. It’ll be okay. I’m going to take your hand and put it on my chest, so you can feel my heart, okay?” He says but doesn’t get an answer.
He hadn’t expected one but he had hoped for one.
(…)
When he slowly reaches out for Buck, the panic in his eyes doesn’t seem to settle and Buck presses himself further back against the truck, weakly holding up his hands as if to shield himself. “I was bad, I know I was bad. I-… I’m sorry. I’ll be better, I’m sorry” Every word that comes out of Buck’s mouth is followed by a forced breath, an almost inaudible crackle resounding in his chest.
Warm tears are streaming down Buck’s face and gasping breaths mix with sniffing as he tries to compose himself, to apparently be good. He presses his eyes closed and shakes his head aggressively, weak hands holding onto the side of his shirt. It seems to only further restrict his breathing but he does it so that he can be quiet again. He needs to be quiet and he needs to be calm and he needs to be good.
Maybe it would be easier if he just stopped breathing altogether.
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“i can’t breath”, Sky and hyrule, hurtcomfort? or angst? please ;u;
HI SORRY THIS TOOK LITERALLY A MONTH TO ANSWER
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Whumptober Day 14: Flare featuring Sky, Hyrule, and Twilight
Warnings: asthma attack
Whump rating: 2/5 - Physical whump
Hyrule felt the urge to glance over his shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Sky was lagging at the back of the group. That in itself wasn't unusual, but something about Sky's demeanor was ringing anxiety bells in his head, today.
Maybe it was the way Sky's usual blinding smile was dull and dim. Or the way he had his head down, focused on his feet, instead of admiring the beauty of whichever era they landed in. Or the way he kept grimacing and rubbing his chest and clearing his throat.
Hyrule didn't want to seem like he was hovering, but he couldn't help it. He worried.
He glanced over his shoulder, and nearly tripped over his feet.
Sky was frozen, eyes blown wide and hands on his chest, struggling for breath.
"Guys!" Hyrule yelled as he ran for Sky.
As soon as he was within reach, Hyrule grabbed Sky’s upper arms to support him. Sky’s hands flew from his neck to Hyrule’s sleeve, and he gripped it until his knuckles were white. Dust billowed from the path as the others ran to join them. Sky coughed, then soundlessly gasped. He couldn’t draw a breath in.
“The dust!” Four said. “Move him!”
Hyrule’s heart was beating into his throat as he pulled Sky to the grass on the side of the path.
“I’ll get the fire. Where’s the potion?” Wild asked.
“Here,” Legend said, pulling a glass bottle out of his bag and rushing to kneel beside Wild. “I keep an extra.”
Hyrule could feel the tremors as Sky shook. Twilight came around his other side and the two of them gently lowered Sky to the ground.
“You’re gonna be just fine, Sky,” Twilight said as he pulled Sky against his chest. “Focus on my voice.”
Sky was still gasping, but sounded less like he was choking. His head fell against Twilight’s, and Hyrule noticed tears leaking out of his eyes. Hyrule scooted closer until his knees were pressed against Sky’s legs, and he tangled his fingers with Sky’s.
Warriors brought out the fire rod and added its flames to Wild’s fire. The flames burned blue, and within minutes there was steam coming out of the potion bottle.
“Sky, the potion’s ready. Can we move,” Twilight said. Sky squeezed Hyrule’s hand twice.
“He’s ready,” Hyrule said.
Twilight nodded and pulled Sky with him towards the fire. Hyrule pulled Sky’s sailcloth off his back and Wind and Time helped him hold it over Sky’s head to catch the stream. Wild and Legend made sure only the steam from the bottle went towards Sky and none of the smoke.
They, unfortunately, had become quick experts at dealing with Sky’s attacks.
The potion was potent and had Sky breathing again quickly. As his breaths calmed and the adrenaline left his body, his eyes drooped and he slumped against Twilight.
“Are you okay?” Hyrule asked.
Sky nodded and squeezed Hyrule’s hand twice again. Hyrule smiled a wobbly smile and rubbed his thumb on the back of Sky’s hand.
“We’ll make camp here, then,” Time said. He put his hand on Sky’s head and gently rubbed his hair.
“Looks like you’re not getting out of that one,” Legend said, gesturing to Sky on top of Twilight, rapidly losing the battle against sleep.
Twilight chuckled. “Fine by me.”
#whumptober2023#no.14#flare#linked universe#fic#tw:#asthma#asthma attack#breathing problems#sky gets a magic inhaler#it probably contains honey and green tea#but also it's magic#bc nothing can replace an actual inhaler except magic#ace writes#whumptober#whumptober 2023
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I do not know where this has come from but I do know that you’re probably one of the very few authors in this fandom that I know I could request to bring this to life and it’ll turn out better than my imagination.
Kate and Anthony have been together a while - they’re just getting to know about each other but one thing that Anthony doesn’t know is that Kate has dormant asthma which acts up during a stressful period and Anthony is there to witness it. He doesn’t know what to do or what’s going on, just that he is out of his mind looking at Kate going all blue in the face. I’ll leave the rest to you.
Would you please please please write it, my dear friend? Please???
You know they say flattery won't get you anywhere but with me, that's not true, complimenting me can get you very far lol
Thank you for the prompt! I love these random ideas that send me into an inspiration fit <3 and thank you for the comment I love it so much it makes me so happy you have NO idea.
You know what's funny? I've never mentioned any of this to anyone here bc it was years ago but my ex-boyfriend used to have severe asthma and one of the scariest situations in my entire life was the day his inhaler ended at work and he arrived at my house looking completely blue.
@chrissisheadisinclouds who asked for No 14 “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” so I put the two together.
I have to thank @kateandanthonyaremyparents and @mimix007 for the help and support and comments I love you both so much. And to my ex who not only made me live those insane asthmatic partner experiences but has been answering my annoying asthma questions for the past three days bc of this story lol Thanks Adal, you're great!
Here is Breathe, I hope it was able to live up to your expectations.
Anthony's day was being hectic at best. His alarm didn't go off and when he'd woken up with Kate rolling out of bed to get ready for work, he was already supposed to be at the office for at least fifteen minutes. It was raining strongly outside and by the time he arrived at work, he was about an hour late. And to top it all off, thirty minutes after that, the lights went off. A fallen tree smashed some cables and the entire twenty-one floors of the commercial building went powerless, along with at least another eight around them. All employees were instructed to work at home and Anthony had to climb down fourteen flights of stairs to go back to where he shouldn't have left in the first place.
The rest of his morning had been mostly ordinary. He sat through an hours-long meeting that could have been an e-mail, answered stupid questions from people who didn't know how to do their own jobs and ate cold leftover pizza for lunch.
It was around three in the afternoon when Newton, who had been napping quietly on his study sofa, lifted his head in surprise, listening to the click of the front door opening.
Anthony stood, following the dog with a furrow of his eyebrow. Was Kate home early? He knew storms upset her and the wind was picking up, cracks of thunder rolling over the sky, making windows rattle, so she might have taken a half day, but she hadn't called or texted him about it.
He knew something was wrong the moment his eyes landed on Kate. Newton had rushed to her, wiggling his chubby butt as he nuzzled her legs to get her attention but his girlfriend didn't bend to greet him as she usually did. Instead, she stood stock-still, her entire body resting heavily against the shut door, trembling softly. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling too quickly, too harshly and her breathing was raggedy and rattling on her chest.
Her lips were blue.
"Kate?" She jumped at the sound of his voice, her eyes snapping open and falling on him. "Are you okay?" He could hear the worried hitch in his voice the same way he could hear the wheezing in her breath. She didn't answer, shaking her head, but she reached out for him as he approached, allowing him to wrap his arms safely around her shaking body. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"Can't breathe." Kate croaked, trying to swallow a lungful of air.
"Is it the storm? Are you having a panic attack?" His hands roamed nervously over her, trying to soothe and check for any injuries at the same time. Kate just shook her head again, her eyes turning wet as her breathing grew more and more raggedy.
"Asthma." She whispered hoarsely. Anthony knew Kate had asthma, of course, he did, but only from the stories he heard from Mary and Edwina. His girlfriend never talked about it and in the year they've been together, two months of that year living in the same house, he'd never seen her have even a hint of what could look like a flare-up. He'd seen panic attacks and nightmares, but nothing that could indicate any difficulty breathing at all.
The worst part is that Anthony had no idea what to do.
He'd treated his fair share of allergy crises and strep infections. Rash and sunburns were easy. He could handle everything from scraped knees to broken bones and he had experience with how to deal with inebriation and hangovers. But none of his siblings had asthma.
"Do you have an inhaler?" It was the only thing he knew about it, from years of films and shows about people using the little pumps whenever they felt any symptoms coming. Kate shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
"Ended... A while back." She told him, her breathing worsening as the words came out, her bluish lips wobbling as tears ran down her face. "Didn't think I needed it anymore."
"Okay..." Anthony's hands were trembling as they rubbed up and down his girlfriend's arms. " Hey, don't cry, alright? I'm here, I'm with you okay? Always. I'll figure it out, try to breathe as steadily as you can."
"My chest hurts." She whispered brokenly, leaning her cheek at the palm that moved to cradle her face, closing her eyes.
"I know love, but you need to calm down and save your breath, can you do that for me, sweetheart?" Kate nodded painfully, attempting to slow her breathing although the wheezing remained just as bad. "You're doing great, darling. Keep breathing in and out as slow as you can." Anthony guided her gently towards one of the sofas, Newton following on her heels. "Just sit here and try to breathe slowly alright? I'll be right back."
Kate just nodded, her hands burrowed deeply into Newton's fur as he climbed into her lap.
Anthony took one last worried look at her before moving to the kitchen, fishing his phone out of his pocket. The first try went to voicemail after a minute of ringing and he dialed again. This time, after just three rings, the call connected.
"Anthony, is everything alright?" Mary's voice was low on the other side of the line. He knew Kate's stepmother was working at the moment but if she hadn't picked up the phone, his next call would be directed to 999.
"Oh thank God." He released all the air he had been holding back while the phone rang. "Mary, I need your help. Kate's... she's having an asthma... attack? Crisis? Flare? I don't know what it's called. She can't breathe and I don't know what to do."
"Ok, Anthony, dear, listen to me. I need you to calm down."
"Calm down?! Mary, she's turning blue!" Anthony's voice was an octave higher than usual, his attempt at whispering turning into a squeak.
"Listen, I know it’s scary, okay? By God, I really, really do." Kate's stepmother's voice was trembling slightly over the telephone. "But Kate's already nervous and she needs to be as tranquil as possible so you can't panic right now, yes?"
"Yes, I... I know that. It's just..." He let the words trail out, unsure how to phrase them.
"It's terrifying." His mother-in-law's voice was filled with sorrow and worry on the other side of the line as she spoke. "I used to sit next to her bed all night, watching her chest rise and fall after one of those crises."
"What do I do, Mary?"
"Does she have an inhaler?"
"No, she said she'd run out and didn't think she needed a refill."
"Of course she did." He could see clearly in his mind the way Mary was most likely shaking her head with a sad little smile. "Make her a strong cup of tea." Anthony was already moving while she spoke, filling the electric kettle with fresh water before turning it on. "Caffeine has similar effects as the inhaler and it can help ease her shortness of breath. At least for a little while."
"Okay. Water's boiling. What else?"
"Just keep her sitting up and focusing on her breathing. And some honey might help too if you have it."
"And after the tea?" Anthony asked, opening and closing cupboards until he found the small half-used bottle of honey he kept for Hyacinth when she came over.
"Once she's feeling a bit better, take her to the A&E to get proper medication."
"Right." He stood in the silence of the kitchen for a few moments, watching the water begin to bubble over the glass and he only knew Mary was still on from the soft background noises coming through the speaker. "I didn't even know she had asthma... I mean, I heard it from you and Eddie but I... I thought it was treated or something... I never seen her have anything remotely similar to a crisis so I just assumed..."
"I don't think she'd had a crisis in a while, but I don't think Kate would have told me about it." Mary let out a tired little sigh. "She's always hated her asthma flares so much and she'd try to hide it from us until she could barely breathe. It was like those storms she was so afraid of as a girl. I think Kate tried to keep these things to herself so we don't worry about her or something like it."
It was lucky the conversation was happening through the phone because Anthony would not have been able to look Kate's stepmother in the eye. Mary was not aware that Kate's deep-rooted horror of storms had not disappeared, but shifted as she had learned to hide her feelings better. Hell, Anthony only came to discover them by accident, when he decided to stop at her flat instead of trying to make it home in the rain only to find her curled up on the floor of her closet, her eyes glassy and her nose pressed to Newton's fur. He was quite certain that if he hadn't found her that day, Kate would have kept the fact from him for as long as she was humanly able.
Yet he hadn't really told her about his blinding fear of bees and of not living past until it had been impossible to keep it from her without tossing their entire relationship away. He really couldn't judge her much without making himself a huge hypocrite.
"I've got the honey." He told her, clutching the bottle to him with shaky hands. "I'll go give some to her while the tea is not ready."
"You do that. Please keep me updated, I'll have my phone with me if you need anything."
"Will do."
"And Anthony? You tell Kate she'd better have an inhaler on her the next time I see her."
"Don't worry Mary." He told her honestly. If he had his way, there would be an asthma inhaler tied to Kate's work bag, one in each room of their house and perhaps one at his mother's and one at hers, just to be safe. "I've got it."
Kate's breathing was even worse when he returned to the living room. She was making a strong effort to keep pulling air in and out slowly, but it didn't seem to be helping much. Her entire face was pale and drawn-out and her lips had turned completely blue. He was by her side in a flash, examining the bluish tips of her fingers and caressing her cheeks gently as she tried to inhale.
"Here, take this." She opened her mouth to reply but he beat her to it. "Don't speak, you need to save your breath, okay? It's just honey and I'm making you some tea. Mary said it would help." Kate opened her mouth, this time to take the spoon he was offering her without any complaint and swallowed heavily but dutifully. "After you take the tea, we're going to the A&E, alright?"
"No." Her voice was hoarse and you could hear the breathlessness behind it at the small word while her eyes filled with tears.
"Katie, please, don't cry. Please," He begged, cupping her cheek in his palm. Anthony despised seeing her in any form of pain and he was terrified she'd stop breathing right there in front of him. The only reason he still hadn't dragged her into the car and to an emergency room, tea and honey and slow breathing be damned, was that he knew she'd hate him for it. But if she continued to get progressively more blue and her breathing continued to wheeze that way, he might just let her hate him, if it meant she'd be alright. "I know you don't like the hospital and you don't like having to go there, but you need to breathe, darling. It's kind of a requirement to keep living. How can I marry you if you stop?"
Kate closed her eyes to fight the tears, a little chuckle escaping her as she inhaled deeply. "You have to propose first."
"Yeah, and I have the whole thing planned out, ring and everything." Anthony pressed his lips gently to her forehead, pushing her hair from her face. "But you need to have air in your lungs to say yes."
The room was silent for a moment, devoid of any sound but Kate's harsh intakes of breath before she whispered, "Okay."
"Okay?" She nodded, letting her head fall forwards until their foreheads were touching. "Thank you, sweetheart." He mumbled, kissing her nose and then the corner of her lips. "I'm going to get your tea, alright?"
"Alright." With one last kiss to the top of her head, he got up.
It was the fastest pot of tea Anthony'd ever made. Anthony was back at Kate's side with a steaming mug filled with strong tea in under a minute.
As his girlfriend sipped, painfully at first, on the hot drink, the wheezing in her breath seemed to diminish until it was barely there, her plump lips recovering their colour bit by bit until very little blue was left on it. By the time the mug was empty, Kate looked almost like her normal self, abate for her chest rising and falling in measured deep breaths and the pained look written on her features.
Anthony took the lilac ceramic mug from her hand and placed it on the centre table in front of them. Kate let herself fall against his side, looking drawn out and so very tired, her eyes closed as her entire body slumped into him.
"Would you like to change before going to the A&E?" He offered, rubbing her back up and down in soft, gentle strokes.
"No." Her reply was a husky whisper as she shook her head and Anthony could see the small bit of moist collecting in the corners of her closed eyes. He reached over, brushing the tears away before they could fully form.
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry you have to go through this."
"I hate it." Kate's little angry complaint was swallowed by the fabric of his shirt as she pressed her nose to it. "It sucks, I hate it, I... I thought it was over." Her voice broke over the last word and Anthony enveloped her in his arms, one of his hands reaching up to caress her hair as the other continued its soothing up-and-down motion on her back. "My chest hurts."
"I know, love. I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead again, inhaling the flowery smell of her hair, basking in the feeling of her, warm and alive next to him, of her chest rising and falling against his.
"I don't want to have this." Kate sounded a little like a petulant child, angry and frustrated and Anthony deeply understood the feeling. He understood what was it like to feel as if you have no control over your own body, incapable of doing something that was supposed natural. When you needed your lungs, your limbs, your mind to do what they were made to do only to find them fighting you on every turn. It made you feel weak. It made you feel powerless.
"I know you don't." He kissed the top of her head, saying the words into her hair. "And I know you don't like going to the hospital, but I need you to do this. If not for yourself, for me. I can't see you like this, darling."
"I don't like the inhaler."
"I get it, alright? I'll call Uncle Nick and Aunt Georgie and ask for a recommendation for a good pulmonologist. The best one in the country. I'm sure there must be some treatment for asthma so you won't have to use the inhaler in the future. I have a very good allergist too, I take all of my siblings to her to get tested every three years. We can schedule an appointment with her as well." He pulled back to be able to look at her face, his index finger trailing over her jaw in a soft caress. "But right now, I'm going to need you to go to the A&E so you can get medicated and properly breathing since we have established that it is sort of an essential part of life and all."
"It's a bit important, yes." Kate laughed and the sound lifted the heavy weight that had settled over Anthony's chest since his eyes had fallen on her, breathless and wheezing this afternoon.
"And I'm going to have to insist you carry around an inhaler with you while we don't have a proper, safe treatment plan." Her nose wrinkled in distaste at his request that really was half an order, half a plea. "You scared the hell of out me, Kate."
"It wasn't that bad." It was clear from the grimace that followed her words that she wasn't fooling even herself.
"You looked blue, darling. Like that girl that chews gum in the Chocolate Factory movie that turns into a blueberry."
"She turns purple," Kate’s tone might have been deadpan, but her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip and she was trying to keep her laughter at bay at the ridiculous discussion just as much as he was.
"And you were one step away from looking purple. Plus, I could hear your wheezing from the hall. Newton heard it from the office with the door half-closed." The dog in question lifted his head from where it was resting on Kate's lap to nuzzle in her hand as if to agree with Anthony and his worries. "Please, Kate, for my sanity, if nothing else."
"I haven't had a bad crisis in a while." She told him, the hand that wasn't patting Newton's fun reaching out to his, enlacing their fingers together.
"Hopefully, for both our sakes, you'll never have another one. But just in case, so I can have some peace of mind, knowing that I won't get home to find you passed out on the floor, blue-faced and unable to breathe."
"You're very dramatic." She giggled, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. "You're going to spread inhalers around the entire house, aren't you?"
"Yes." Anthony wasn't ashamed to admit it and Kate knew him too well for him to even try and lie about it.
"I'm sorry for scaring you." She whispered, pressing her cheek to his outstretched hand.
"Don't be." He whispered back, kissing the tip of her nose. "Just let me take care of you."
"You do. You take care of me very well." Kate spoke gently, nuzzling at his palm in a motion very similar to Newton's when he demanded pats. "It's the reason I love you so much. Well, one of them anyway."
"And yet, you keep fighting every step of the way." He whined as his fingers carted upwards, threading to the lush dark locks of her hair and her eyes fell shut in bliss over the caress.
"I love you even more because you keep doing it despite me fighting you every step of the way."
"You'd probably have to kill me to make me stop." He couldn't help but smile at Kate's sweet little content sigh. "But you could, maybe... Not fight it so much? You don't even have to help, just... let me do it every once in a while."
"Pot, kettle, honey." She grinned smugly, her eyebrows raising up even if her eyes remained firmly shut before her entire face contorted in a big yawn.
"Oh, no, Miss Sharma. You're not falling asleep on me here." Anthony stood quickly and Kate whimpered at the loss of him, her body falling down to the cushions slowly and a bit theatrically. He had his hands wrapped around her wrists before she could even lie down fully, tugging her to sit up. Newton let out a grumble of complaint when he lost his comfortable resting space. "We're going to the hospital before the tea effect ends and you start turning purple again."
"It's raining a lot." She complained, sitting up with a pout.
"Don't worry, the car is waterproof, I checked." When Kate was firmly on her two feet, he wrapped his arm around her waist, reaching out for the workbag she had abandoned by the door when she'd arrived and his wallet and keys without ever letting go of her.
"I'm really tired."
"The faster we're at the A&E, the faster we can return home. We can take a nap and order some food for dinner once we're back."
"Don't you have to work?" His girlfriend finally gave up on trying to convince him to let it go, allowing herself to melt into his embrace with a weary, drawn-out sigh as he walked them to the
"Whatever I have to do can wait until tomorrow." It wasn't exactly a lie as much as Anthony barely remembered what he had to get done to work that day. Everything but making sure Kate was alive and well had fled his brain the moment she arrived home. Anthony was not a person to take days off for just any reason and the amount of overtime he had put up for the company greatly outweighed the amount of time off he'd gotten in the years he'd been working there. He was sure his boss would understand.
"But...."
"Hush." He told her as he deposited her safely in the passenger seat, pressing a quick kiss to her pursed lips. "Everything else can wait. You're my priority. Always."
#my writing#asks#bridgerton#my fic#kathony#anthony bridgerton#kate sharma#modern au#Asthma AU#Medical emergencies#Kate has asthma#Protective Anthony
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Sierra Six x Sister!Reader
In which you are Six's little sister and you have pretty severe asthma.
After Court went to prison, mom remarried and had me. It was weird to know that I had a brother who I barely knew. Once he got out of prison he spent some time getting to know you over the years. Mom had gone out for the night-she had the night shift at the hospital again. Court was spending the weekend with us.
......
It was around midnight, when I started wheezing. It wasn't unusual for me to be wheezing. It was basically my theme song. I guess I was breathing pretty loud because next thing I knew Court had poked his head in.
"Hey." He knew you had asthma, in fact he had asthma as well. He grew out of it when he was 11, so it didn't affect him anymore. He was used to the inhalers lying around, and the buzzing of the nebulizer on late nights.
"Hey." I said breathlessly. I was struggling to draw a breath in, I had already used my inhaler, but it rarely did anything the first time. At this point, the tips of my fingers started tingling. I was sitting on my bed indian style with my hand on my knees bracing myself up. I close my eyes for a second to get me through the dizziness. Next thing I knew Court was setting up the nebulizer on the foot of the bed.
"What are you doing?" I rasped.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm setting this up for you. You can barely draw a breath in." He said as he connected the tube to the mouthpiece. He then gave me the mouthpiece and he sat next to me on the bed. He placed his hand on my back. It took me a minute to realize that he was trying to listen to me breathe.
"You want me to switch it to the mask?" He gestured. I nodded. After switching it out, he sat across from me, waiting to hear a change in my breathing. (A good change.)
"Try to take deeper breaths. Slow it down." I rolled my eyes at him. He leaned forward looking concerned he said, "I'm gonna stay here until you can breathe." I gave him a thumbs up as I concentrated on my breathing.
.....
Fifteen minutes later, I could feel my fingers again, and I could actually take a breath without wheezing.
"You know I could've set up the neb myself." I told Court.
"Well, you weren't fast enough. Does this happen a lot? Like should I call mom?" He said as he sat down at the table you were sitting at.
"What? No. This is pretty typical. This happens like once or twice a week. Don't call her." I waved my hand at him.
"Okay." He nodded.
#ryan gosling#ryan gosling imagine#ao3#fanfiction#fanfic#asthma#nebulizer#sierra six x y/n#sierra six x reader#sierra six#the gray man#the gray man fanfiction#the gray man fic
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After reading about Eddie’s asthmatic wheeze/laugh I need more Asthmatic Eddie.
Love how Eddie cares for Steve and now I’m interested in how Steve deals with Eddie forgetting he has asthma like he forgot he had a math test back in the day.
Eddie loosing his inhaler and not bothering to look for it until he needs it. A put upon Ozzy walking behind him with said inhaler while he tears through his studio. Steve finding it in ridiculous places that get more and more odd to the point he would be pretty sure Eddie is trolling him except it’s Eddie and he may very well have just left it in a potted plant.
Eddie laughing at one of his own ridiculous pranks so much that he has an asthma attack.
Steve: you nearly died laughing. Literally!
Eddie with mask on getting full nebulizer treatments: worth it!
Steve will tell you that the most stressful part of his life is Eddie’s asthma.
It is a job in and of itself to make sure that Eddie takes his ADHD medication, making sure this man has his inhaler is impossible. There are three of them in their house – Eddie’s main one, Steve’s, and one that Ozzy has access to in their medicine cabinet.
There has been a time where Eddie had lost all three of them.
Eddie will say that the Upside Down gave him asthma, but Wayne will tell you that he has had it since he was a child. The Upside Down didn’t even really make it worse, Eddie is a chain smoker and has been since he was thirteen. He does this to himself.
He didn’t even tell Steve that he had asthma.
Steve found out after the Upside Down bullshit when Eddie had a flareup he couldn’t recover from and his lips started to turn blue. They had to go to the hospital because this man didn’t have an inhaler on him.
A couple years ago, Eddie made headlines by continuing to play guitar while his asthma was being treated by EMS. Steve learned about that from the news and Eddie got a full powerpoint lecture from Nancy about how he’s an idiot that is going to suffocate to death.
Places that Steve has found an inhaler: the shower, the pocket of a pair of jeans that went through the wash, on the sidewalk, in the trunk of the car, at Mike’s, in Joan’s food bowl, in the fridge, Steve’s work bag, and the list goes on.
#asthmatic Eddie for the win#if there are fics out there where Eddie has asthma let me know#eddie munson tiktok saga#eddie munson#steve harrington
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