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soft-for-yoongi · 6 months

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Hello author!

2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑 My idea is here with Jungkook sick and OT7 Caretakers, if possible! (I miss them :( So, they're enjoying a vacation together, in a private place. Its hot, and Jungkook cant handle well with it. He starts to feel week, dizzy and pale. Feeling like a low blood pressure. Everyone looks at him worried. Jungkook faints while drinking some water and after he's wakes and is a little conscious, throw up the water he has drank. The members get desperate and go rushing to a hospital, calling a ambulance, bc maybe jk gets a insolation

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: OT7

Tw: emeto, vom**, puking, dizziness, fainting, heat stroke, mentions of hospital, ambulance called

Word count: 795

Emojis: 2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑

Yayaya two people requested sick jk with this prompt so I combined them again!! I hope you enjoy and it's what you wanted!!

(I'm also unsure of how many more I'm going to write but I think around 2-3 more!)

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Searing heat, thick humidity, a private and breathtaking oasis by the beach. With only seven of them present, there are no intrusive cameras or rigid schedules, just pure relaxation. And that's why Jungkook is so upset he's not feeling well. The thought of ruining the holiday is ten times worse than the dizzying nausea and sweat trailing his back.

Jungkook's hand shakes as he brings a water bottle to his lips, he's hiding under his hair so the others can't see how pale and sickly he's looking (and feeling). They're at this small private beach, practically in the backyard of their temporary house. Taehyung and Jimin are playing about in the water, throwing soggy sand at each other. Jungkook was with them originally, playing in the warm, crystal-clear water before the heat started taking a toll on him.

He couldn't deny the nausea and slowly made his way back to the blanket and shade they set up. With every step, his legs felt like jelly, and the world was spinning around him. He plopped onto the blanket, and now he clutches onto the water bottle with his remaining strength.

The others are frolicking about in the sand and water, laughter a comforting sound. Jungkook hoped the shade would help but now he just feels isolated and achy. Just as he was about to take another sip of water, the beach towel rustles next to him. Jungkook turns to find Namjoon, who's sat down with a book in his hand, now looking at him with concern.

"Jungkook you don't look so good, are you feeling okay?" Namjoon reaches a hand to touch the youngest's cheek, feeling unnatural warmth. Jungkook tried to laugh it off, but it came out weak and shaky. "Yeah, I just need some rest." He replies, Namjoon isn't convinced. "No, Jungkook I think you should lay down. You really don't look good." Namjoon's brows pinch together. Jungkook swallows audibly, his head is really starting to pound.

Jungkook has no clue what Namjoon just said. His ears are buzzing and he's struggling to keep up right. He can see a few others start to walk over, confusion on their faces. He registers the water in his hand and goes to take a sip, but it just ends up spilling down his front. Woah, he doesn't feel good. He feels blood pumping in his ears before losing consciousness.

"—unkook! Jungkook, hey. Nono don't sit up—" Jungkook feels his stomach lurch, hands on his body and the worried voices of his bandmates. All he can do is whimper before throwing up to his side and then clutch the nearest person. "H-hyungie—" Jungkook cries, beads of sweat on his forehead. "Kookie, Kookie shh, calm down, Jinnie-hyung has called an ambulance. You're gonna be okay." Jimin smooths Jungkook's hair and Namjoon fans his face with his book.

"I'm gonna be sick- don' feel good.." Jungkook mumbles, Yoongi thinks quick and he grabs one of their empty snack containers and shoves it under his chin. Taehyung takes a bit of a clean towel and pours some water on it to rest at the back of Jungkook's neck and try cool him down. He burps and buries his face into the container.

He pukes clear liquid and Jimin trails his hand up and down his back. His head throbs with each gag and the bright sun still hurts his eyes even in the shade. Letting out a miserable groan, the others are jittery with worry. "Guys the ambulance is here, make room for them." Hoseok instructs and the members move out the way, except for Namjoon who holds Jungkook and the container steady.

Jungkook still manages to be shy and embarrassed as the paramedics check his vitals and ask a couple questions. "Jungkook-ssi how are you feeling right now? Still like before?" A middle aged woman asks, "n-not as bad.." Jungkook turns to Namjoon, hoping he can provide some more details. "He was super pale and dissociated. He's thrown up twice now but I think it was just the heat that got to him." Namjoon explains.

The paramedics strap something to Jungkook's arm and say that they should take him in to administer an IV. "So this is a mild case of heat stroke, two of you are able to ride with him to the hospital if you'd like." One of them suggests.

Seokjin and Taehyung are quick to volunteer and the others promise to meet them at the hospital. In the ambulance Jungkook feels a mixture of emotions, shy but also too sick to suppress his need for his hyung's dotting. He holds Taehyung's hand and asks Seokjin to play with his hair. Looking forward to feeling better, Jungkook vows to always stay hydrated when going to the beach.

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 11 months

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Sick Sister

First Tumblr post ever, i work on wattpad but i want to also post my stuff on here. Anyways hope you enjoy

Requested: No

Warnings: Fainting, Hospitals, and one mention of ambulances

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Mattie’s Pov

“Mattie” you woke up to Jay pulling your covers off.

“Jay stop, it's so cold in here, did you turn the heat down or something?”

“No, I even turned it up last night cause I swear I could hear you shivering”. Jay said while going to feel Mattie's head.

“Gosh Mattie your burning up”

“I'm going to go grab the thermometer and call will, I'll be back”. Jay said while walking out of your room.

“Alright Mattie, I'm back”.

***

Jay called Will six times in the past hour taking the hint that he was busy or he just didn't want to answer so he called Connor in hopes that he would answer.

“Hello? Jay?” Connors tone confused on why his co-workers brother would call him

“Matilda has a fever of 103.1. I gave her tylenol around an hour ago and doesn't seem like it's working”.

“As her doctor im saying you should bring her in, but if you think she's ok then you can keep her at home”.

“I'm going to bring her in and-”. Jay stopped mid sentence hearing a loud thump. “Mattie, Matilda?”

Connor could hear Jay running up the stairs trying to figure out what happened.

“Jay-Jay, what's going on? Talk to me”

You felt a familiar feeling in your stomach, either it's because you're hungry or you need to throw up the crackers you ate.

As soon as you stand up get really dizzy you try to shake off the feeling but you can't, so you attempt to head down stairs but as soon as you take your next step you feel your body hit the floor and everything goes black.

According to Will and Jay you tend to faint every time you get sick but you don't remember so you just believe whatever they say and go with it.

The first time this happened Jay thought someone broke in since it was 6 in the morning. You swear you heard will yell that it was just you and not a criminal but your brushed it off thinking it was just a dream”

***

“It's Mattie, she fainted aging” .

“Make sure you put her feet up i'll let will know”

Before connor could finish jay hung up to call an ambulance”

***

“What've we got, Maggie”? Will asked as the paramedic handed over the young girl to the hospital.

“Matilda Halstead, 15 years old, found unconscious by her brother… Will you can't handle her, you the hospital protocols, I swear i didn't know”

Will was just left standing there as he watched his little sister being taken care of by other doctors.

***

Wills/No Ones POV

“At this point i think we should just put in the hospital with 24/7 surveillance everytime she gets sick” Will trying to make a joke

“First of all she hates hospitals and needles so that's a no, and i just realized that i forgot to tell voight i wouldn't be there. Haileys probably thought i've gone missing from not answering anyone's phone calls”.

Just then Connor walks in “Ok so she's ok now and you can see her now, she's dealurios but that will wear off soon. I wanted to run a few tests and it looks like she suffered from heat syncope. It looks like it's what causes the fainting every time she gets a high fever” .

“Thank you Connor”. Will replied

“Anytime guys, anytime”.

***

Mattie’s POV

Just then you saw your brothers come in and will told you to stop playing with your iv

“Ha you two look alike for some reason”

“That's because we're brother mattie” Jay said while coming sit down next to you

“Mattie? But the doctors told me i was matilda am i impersonating someone” You whined

“No Matilda, we call you Mattie for short so you're not impersonating anyone, '' Jay said, trying to contain his laughter.

“Hey, stop laughing at me. Your so mean” You said almost crying

“Oh mattie jay just a 3 year old in an old man's body” Will sighed trying to calm down mattie

***

The rest of the night was filled with mattie making everyone laugh then connor discharged her

“Is she asleep?” Jay says when will comes down stairs

“Yep she finally let herself relax and sleep”

“She's just like you jay”

“And how she's more like you” Jay gasped

“She loves to be babied when she sick just like you” Will chuckled

“Since you wanna keep coming at me like that you're in charge of waking her tomorrow morning”. Jay commented

“What?”

“See you tomorrow night will”

Will sat there thinking about how he's raising two children instead of 1 little sister.

#x reader #will halstead #jay halstead #chicago #chicago pd #halstead sister #halstead brothers #one chicago #sick #fainting #hospital mention tw #hospitals

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moriiartist · 2 years

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LIKE INK IN WATER

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PAIRING: Ghost!Eret x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: Get a job as a tour guide at the local historic castle!’, they said. ‘It’ll be fun!’, they said. Well, now a specter of the last monarch to be crowned in its old halls has decided you’re the best thing since sliced bread, and you have to live with it.

WARNINGS: Mild language, implied/referenced death, implied/referenced murder, body horror, fainting mention

A/N: Okay- I know the warnings look bad, but in my opinion the fic is a lot lighter than it may first appear. Don’t judge a book by its cover, or... something. Anyways, enjoy, and remember to take care of yourselves y’all!

When you stepped into the darkened, cavernous expanse of the great hall from the brightness of the front lawns, you had only two things on your mind: a fresh cup of coffee and your need for a new jacket.

The squeaking of your sneakers echoed off the high stone walls and reverberated throughout the room, no doubt audible throughout the empty building. It was difficult for sound to permeate the castle’s infrastructure; the birdsong, the wind, all of it was muffled. You could almost forget that there was a world outside of the site’s sprawling grounds, that you hadn’t been transported back into the dark ages.

The emptiness was unnerving, especially during your first few days on the job, but you’d quickly grown to love it while it lasted. The serenity wouldn’t last long- not when, in about an hour, the castle would be swarming with tourists and their ankle biters.

“‘Morning Sam,” you murmured blearily as you dumped your bag onto the security kiosk’s counter, rifling through it for your employee ID.

“Guess again,” a cheery voice greeted you, and you paused. Blinking up at the person behind the glass, you felt your eyebrows shoot up so fast that it almost hurt. The grin that spread across your face was painful in its own right, wide and broad.

“Tubbo! I didn’t know you were working today,” you beamed, sleepiness forgotten as you greeted the teen. His grin, coupled with a bright gleam in his eye, was even brighter than your own.

Tubbo shrugged, a mirthful gleam in his eye as he took your offered ID and scanned it into the security system with deft fingers. The bright glow of the computer screen illuminated his youthful features and compact, soft face, turning his skin a ghostly shade of pale blue. Catching your eye, he grinned mischievously.

No doubt about it. If Tubbo died and somehow came back, he’d be a poltergeist.

Although he was only eighteen, he’d been working at the site for three years; much longer than you, barely a month in. Security, site maintenance, guiding tours- he’d done them all. The two of you had grown close, what with all the time you’d spent around each other, and although you would be hard-pressed to admit it, you had begun to think of the kid as a little brother.

“Sam was sick today, and couldn’t come in.”

You nodded sagely. “Ponk?”

“Ponk,” he agreed.

Despite the fact that you could count the number of times you’d met Ponk on two hands, it’d been enough for you and the rest of your coworkers to develop a healthy fear of her. She was perfectly nice, if a bit of a prankster, but when it came to Sam’s workaholic tendencies…?

You winced. He definitely needed the rest, but you did not want to know what atrocities Ponk had committed in getting him to stay home for the day.

The computer beeped, and Tubbo slid your ID back through the slot in the glass with a grin. “I heard you’re chaperoning some ghost hunters this weekend.”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. “Yeah. It’s kind of stupid, but I’m getting paid overtime for it, so.”

“Really?” he hummed, tipping his head to the side and cupping his chin in his palm. “Sounds like someone’s a skeptic.”

You hesitated.

“I don’t… know,” you said, drawing the words out. “As far as I’m concerned, the spookiest thing in this castle the lack of air conditioning. I’ll mind my own business, and so can the ghosts- spirits, or whatever.”

“Fair,” Tubbo snickered, his grin widening into something with entirely too many teeth. “You’ll have to tell me what show came by. I want to watch the footage when the episode releases.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later, Tubs,” you sighed, ignoring his blatant attempt to psyche you out.

“Good luck!”

Kentillie Hold was many things to many different people. To you, it was the place where you spent your working hours, spouting scripts to visitors and their bored children. To historians, it was the crowning jewel of an ancient kingdom to rival Britain’s own, and the setting for one of the most brutal executions in history. To tourists… it was pretty and a good place to pose for Instagram pictures.

And it was, apparently, one of the most haunted places in England. At least, according to all the ghost hunters and paranormal enthusiasts that swamped the place, it was.

If you had been asked if you believed any of those claims a month ago, you would’ve called bullshit. Since your childhood, ghosts had always been a scare tactic that’d been used against you to, whether it be just to elicit some sort of reaction, or coerce you into doing something out of fear.

Years had passed, and you’d long since come to the realization that ghosts weren’t something to be afraid of- because they weren’t real. It was kind of ridiculous, the idea that the spirits of the dead had returned to the world of the living to just… hang out?

However, since your time spent at Kentillie, you were beginning to reconsider your stance on the subject.

It was easy to imagine that a place like the Hold was filled to the brim with ghosts. It was old- very, very old. Though there’d been no written record of when it was built, it had been estimated to be around 1040- almost twenty years earlier than Berkhamsted Castle. The stone walls and portcullis were crumbled and grey with age, with vines of ivy and climbing roses continually threatening to overtake the structure entirely.

Entire sections of the castle were forbidden for both staff and visitors to enter because of the rot that had done away with the castle for years before its restoration. One of the maintenance men actually had to quit because, while taking a shortcut through the restricted rooms, he had fallen through the floors and into the dungeons.

The Hold needed a lot of maintenance, too. It seemed like every other week something needed to be repaired or replaced. In fact, you’d heard that over the weekend the mirrors in the King’s Chambers had needed to be deep-cleaned. Something about the metal backing rusting and causing red fluid to start leaking out of the glass?

You had only held your job for a brief time, but that was more than long enough for you to begin to notice the… odd happenings within the site’s halls. Stuff- yours and your coworker’s- consistently disappeared and reappeared in spots they definitely weren’t in before. Guests mentioned hearing disembodied voices near closing hours, footsteps that followed them down the hall; movement out of the corner of their eyes that, when they turned to investigate, revealed nothing there.

The earnestness with which they recounted these events was enough to make even the most hard-core skeptic waver in their beliefs. Unnerving to say the least- especially when you were a witness of some of these encounters yourself.

You did your best to put it out of your mind, but more often than not you felt watched. The sensation of intangible eyes boring holes into you during your work shifts was a familiar one. Random chills, goosebumps, and running into inexplicably cold patches of air, even more so.

Acknowledging it only invited childhood fear back, so you didn’t. At least, not consciously.

More importantly than the Hold’s age or the toll that time had taken on it in reinforcing the mythology of paranormal happenings was the history held within its hallowed halls; the long, winding tale of one of the most powerful (and obscure) royal lineages to ever exist, and of a betrayal that rivaled the drama of the Ides of March.

“Do any of you know who the last reigning monarch of Kentillie Hold was?” you asked politely, gaze sweeping over the faces of the tour group you were leading. They stared at you, faces blank and uncomprehending. Someone coughed.

After checking in with Tubbo, you’d been launched into the routine that dictated your day-to-day work life: you stowed your stuff away in the staff room (which was really just a repurposed part of the cellar), changed into your uniform, and prepped for the tours that you were slated to corral. It was well past noon and you were leading your fourth- and most boring- group of your shift.

Despite the difficulty, you kept your smile staunchly plastered across your face. It wasn’t very often that you met someone who knew, given how deep the Herobrines were in the British monarchy’s shadow. However, having to explain the same thing over and over again to people who rarely cared was… tiring, to say the least.

Since it was a weekday, there were fewer people visiting. The ballroom was quiet, the hushed voices of guests barely audible against the rush of wind outside the small, port-like windows. Your voice was the loudest by far, all those Drama lessons you’d taken helping you project your voice to every corner of the space.

Before you could continue, resigned to your fate, a tiny hand shot up into the air. “Eret Herobrine!”

Your eyebrows flickered up as you gazed down at the little girl who’d answered your question, a determined gleam to her eye as her gaze met yours. Softening, you graced her with the most genuine smile you’d given throughout the duration of the tour.

“Very good!” you enthused. “They were the seventh and last reigning monarch of Herobrine.”

Stepping to the side, you gestured to the painting that’d been hung directly behind you. At your cue, the light coming through a nearby window strengthened, setting the bold colors that comprised the work alight with a fiery vibrance. “This portrait here depicts him at the height of his rule, right around the time of his coronation.”

The tourists ooo’d and ahhh’d, some of the more industrious taking out their cell phones or cameras to snap a pic. You couldn’t blame them for their enraptured reactions- you’d felt much the same the first time you’d seen it.

That painting- ‘Winter After The Coronation’- was one of the many mysteries of the Hold. It was ancient, but somehow throughout the years, it had managed to remain as pristine as the day it was framed. Whether it was because it was found stored within the walls of the castle, far away from the elements, or through some method of sealing or making paint that made it immune to weathering, the artistry was pristine.

And oh, was it breathtaking.

Brought to life on the canvas was the likeness of a tall, aristocratic figure, clothed in a furred red cape and dripping with gold. They were standing in a garden, snow falling in thick flakes and tangling in their long, curly dark hair; catching in their eyelashes and clinging to the branches of holly and yew that framed their face like a thorny crown.

Somehow, the painter had managed to capture the texture and feel of the expensive fabrics draped across his form, the play of light across his face, and the cool flush that the biting wind brought to his face. Eret’s eyes were dark and warm, his brows arched and expression serene. The suggestion of a smile lingered around the lines of his mouth- like he knew a secret that you didn’t.

“As you all can see, she’s not wearing a crown,” you extrapolated after allowing the visitors to admire the work for a few moments, drawing their attention back to you. “This is just one of the many mysteries surrounding Eret and her reign. Paintings were extremely expensive to commission, and so most royals in the Herobrine line only had their portraits taken once or twice in their lifetime.

“So, why would Eret choose not to appear in their crown, as so many of their predecessors did? Why would they remove their most defining mark of status, one of the only things that could’ve been used to identify them once they’d passed on?”

The little girl who had spoken up frowned. “Maybe he thought it was ugly.”

You laughed, turning your head to look at the canvas once more. The painted eyes almost seemed to stare back, hidden truths swirling within their depths.

“I guess we’ll never know. It’s not like we can call her up and ask her,” you joked, earning a few smiles from the peanut gallery. It was muscle memory to glance away from your tour group while they chattered amongst one another and make a sweep of the room, checking for any guests that might’ve wandered away.

Movement from the corner of your eye drew your gaze.

Squinting, you hazarded a step closer to the source of your distraction, one of the many mirrors that dotted the walls. Some insane interior designer had gone absolutely crazy with mirrors- almost every vertical surface was covered with them, and they were large. We’re talking floor-to-ceiling, non-stop reflective action.

Now that you were looking at it, nothing seemed amiss… but you could’ve sworn you saw something. You were confident enough in your suspicion to draw even nearer, close enough to touch the glass surface if you reached out.

There- at the very edge of the mirror, you barely caught the flutter of a cape sliding out of view.

You blinked once, twice, three times, feeling your heart pick up in pace. You glanced behind you. Nobody was wearing anything resembling what you’d seen- except, perhaps, the elegant old woman in the red trench coat that was perusing the floor, arm delicately linked with her husband’s.

Leaning back, you smoothed your hands down the shirt of your uniform, taking slow, measured breaths. Nothing else appeared in the mirror, and you felt yourself begin to calm down. You even managed to force out a breathy chuckle.

Oh, you would be having words with Tubbo later. The dude must’ve been more effective at freaking you out than he really was.

You pointedly ignored the prickling sensation as every hair on your body stood on end.

Ushering the group along, you led them through the dark hallways that wound throughout the interior of the Hold. Your path was lit only by the flickering beeswax candles that dotted the walls every ten paces or so; you pointed them out to your tour group, remarking how, back in the day, they used tallow candles made from animal fat instead.

Only one place was left for you to visit before this particular tour was over, and that was the Hold’s most famous room: the Royal Suite.

Located on the uppermost floor, the sprawling chambers took up almost the entire level- with only a little bit of space for the receiving room, where guests could sit and have tea.

Unlike the rest of the castle grounds, the Royal Suite and the adjacent areas were completely forbidden for guests to enter by themselves. Only tour groups were allowed to access them, so the delighted gasps and assorted sounds of awe that arose as you pushed open the heavy cherrywood door were… pretty par for the course, actually.

If you had to pick which part of Kentillie grounds was your favorite, you’d be a dirty liar if you didn’t at least mention the opulent rooms that awaited you beyond the open doorway.

When the castle was restored, the most work and effort was put into the Royal Suite. According to what records were available, this was where the Herobrine family’s reigning monarchs ate, slept, and lived; it was a testament to the wealth they’d gathered throughout their long stewardship of the British Isles.

You watched with keen eyes as the guests spread out, gaping at the craftsmanship that had gone into every inch of the connected chambers.

Detailed paintings of wildlife covered the walls, depicting everything from gnarled forest trees to different kinds of birds, foxes, and weasels. The floors were polished to a mirror glaze, made of some type of dark red granite. Overhead, porcelain chandeliers that burned with a thousand little candles cast rainbow-colored light throughout the room.

Plush carpets, woven thick enough that your feet hardly made a sound as you walked across them, padded the center of the space. Right on top of it was the canopy bed- one of the biggest beds, in fact, that you think you’ve ever seen.

Were you to lay down upon it lengthwise, you would have at least another half-meter or so of space on either end. The mattress was overflowing with pillows- the expensive horsehair kind that looked so overstuffed they might explode at any moment; each richly colored and embroidered with delicate furls of ferns.

To the right, you could see the short hallway that led to the cordoned-off bath chamber. Although it was forbidden to enter- something about structural integrity- you could still make out the play of light against the multicolored ceramic tiles that dotted the floor.

If your memory served you correctly, the majority of the space inside was taken up by a gargantuan claw-footed bath that the royalty would use to immerse themselves in perfumed water and flower petals. It was actually quite a flex in the olden times to have a room solely delegated to bathing, seeing as most people couldn’t afford to take them too often. Heating up the water, having servants haul it upstairs, and then only using it once before it was drained…

Yeah.

To your left was the study, which also had a barrier to prevent any tourists from wandering in and breaking something. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, bracketing a lone desk covered with papers. One of the most interesting things about the Herobrine family was their value of literature and literacy; You think that Eret even wrote a book before she died.

You smirked. Right, you were just getting to that.

There were a few more rooms beyond that, used to hold meetings with local knights and lords- but you weren’t interested in those. No, you were much more focused on the room you were standing in. The one where they were murdered.

Clearing your throat, you gathered your audience before you, herding them into position at the foot of the bed. You spread your arms wide, and with the same amount of drama as an actor about to perform a soliloquy.

“This was His Royal Highnesses chambers,” you exclaimed, allowing your smirk to grow. You winked at the little girl from before, peeking out from behind her mother’s back. “Though some of you might’ve already known that.”

Earning a few chuckles from your audience, you allowed your arms to fall back into a neutral state. “This was where Eret Herobrine at the height of her rule ate, slept, bathed, and occasionally held court. One could say that is was the primary backdrop for her life.

“It was the backdrop for the end of her life as well.”

Stepping to the side, you circled the canopy frame, stopping right beside the headboard. Reaching behind it, you heard your tour group collectively inhale as you drew a long, wicked-looking dagger from out behind it.

“Only two years after their coronation,” you went on, spinning the blade between your fingers, “Eret was slaughtered in cold blood.”

Someone gasped as you stabbed the dagger into the pillow, just about where someone’s head would be if they were laying down. You laughed wickedly, enjoying their momentary shock. It had to be the most emotion you’d elicited from the group yet.

“Their very own personal advisor, a former knight by the name of Dream, snuck up into their chambers late at night and killed them. His plan was to put a new ruler into power: his lover, a lord by the name of George.”

You shook your head, sighing internally at the sheer audacity.

“Of course, he didn’t succeed. Both Dream and George were executed, while those who were accused of aiding them fled the land.

“Ultimately, though, Eret’s death was too much for the kingdom to take, and it crumbled into obscurity not long after. The remains of Kentillie Hold are all that remain of the proud Herobrine legacy, so thank you for booking a tour with us.”

The visitors all clapped politely, and you bowed.

“If you’d like to donate money, please deposit it in the boxes on the first floor.”

As the group dispersed, their hour long tour finally finished, you surreptitiously checked the blankets covered the bed. Although the blade you’d used was obviously plastic, you would still get in trouble if you damaged anything- and you could not afford the hundreds of dollars it would take to fix it if it got torn.

You jolted as something brushed your shoulder lightly, head snapping up to stare suspiciously at the empty space that surrounded you. Before you could begin to question it too much, however, you were distracted by a tug on your pants.

“Can I help you?” you asked, staring down at the little girl whose hands were securely fisted in the fabric of your clothes. Her parents rushed up behind her; the mother pulling the girl away and into her embrace.

“Sorry, she’s still learning about personal space,” the father said sheepishly. He turned back towards his daughter, face softening. “Didn’t you have something to give the nice tour guide, sweetie?”

Shyly, she extracted her arms from her mother’s hold, holding out a crisp twenty dollar bill for you to take.

“Oh!” you said, your previously bemused expression shifting into a gentle smile. “Thank you!”

You shivered as you crouched to take it from here, the temperature of the room seeming to have gone down by a few degrees. Rubbing at your arms, you offered her one last grin before her parents swept her away to the safety of the sunny outdoors.

Or- not so sunny. Shit.

How late was it?

Pulling out your phone, you blanched at the time that blinked up at you from the screen: 6:00 PM. It was well past the point you should’ve been making your way back to the staff room to get changed and drive home, and if you waited any longer you wouldn’t be getting back ot the house until at least midnight.

“Damn it,” you cursed. Luckily, no one else was around to scold you except yourself, the rest of the visitors having long since exited the room.

Starting the long trek to the first floor, you couldn’t dispel the goosebumps that had surfaced all over your body. Normally they would only last so long before they inevitably relaxed- but it was somehow different this time. Like you were reacting to something much different than what you normally dealt with.

The last of your tour group were exiting the building when you finally made it all the way down, breaths heaving and shaky as you momentarily braced yourself against one of the cold stone walls. You frowned down at your wobbly legs, bemoaning your lack of athleticism.

Most of the staff had already left. The majority of the work done in the Hold was either in the mornings or on the weekends, so on days like this the only people left at this hour were you and the security guards that patrolled the grounds. Tubbo was going to pack up soon, probably in about thirty minutes, so you had to be fast.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the electricity in the air when you barged down into the cellar-turned-staff room, complaining about the freezing air temperature as you slipped into the changing room.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the droplets of blood dotting the floor as you padded to your locker, checking the time once more with a harried expression. The soles of your feet were stained red, leaving sticky, bright footprints like a breadcrumb trail behind you.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the figure floating behind you until it was too late- until your hind-brain was screaming at you to run, to hide, to do anything but stay here.

You could ignore a lot of things, but not your instincts when they were this insistent. Which is why, when the air behind you chilled in an upside-down facsimile of body heat, you finally recognized the storm brewing.

Your body went as still as the grave when you made eye contact with it in the reflection of your phone, breathing shallow. Your heart felt like a bird bludgeoning itself against the cage of your ribs, broken and bloody, and you whimpered softly when it blinked.

Turning slowly around, your breath halted completely when you came face-to-face with that of a corpse. There was no way that the thing standing- floating- behind you was human, although it took the shape of one.

It’s skin was grey and lifeless, flickering with an inner light. It’s eyes were a pupil-less, pure white that glowed in the room’s shadows. It’s clothes, a loose ruffle shirt and thick woolen pants, were tattered and torn. The shredded edges swirled around it as if buoyed by an invisible wind.

For some reason, it seemed oddly familiar.

But most importantly- most horrifyingly- was the dagger sunk deep within its chest, covering the entire front of its shirt with crimson, viscous blood. As you watched, frozen with a mixture of shock and terror, small drops of it dripped onto the floor and landed with a spatter.

It inhaled, the sound rattling in its ruined lungs, before speaking. If you had to liken what its voice was, it was like the whistling of wind through the Hold’s ruined towers; the sound of the tree leaves rustling, the sound of the beeswax candles guttering.

“Hello.”

You shrieked.

The ghost, because that’s what it was, a goddamn ghost- winced, drifting slightly further away. “Ah. That is… not ideal.”

Half-convinced you were about to pass out, you braced yourself on your locker door, curling up like you were considering shoving yourself inside to escape this entire situation. You actually might, if it got any closer.

It raised its bloodstained hands out in front of itself placatingly, grimacing. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You looked at it, caught in the middle of taking another shuddering breath to scream for help. “Do you expect me to believe that?”

The ghost sighed, which was weird now that you thought about it because it didn’t need to breathe. It smiled awkwardly, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was nervous. “... Hopefully?”

“You’re doing a terrible job at convincing me!” you laughed hysterically. You were kind of starting to hyperventilate at this point, and if you didn’t stop you were going to pass out. The ghost seemed to agree.

“You need to calm down.”

You glared at it. “Thanks.”

It hesitated for a moment. “This is… not how I wanted this to go.”

“How else could this have gone?!”

Pausing, it seemed to be thinking for a moment. You took the time to begin to edge out from your spot, angling for the door. If you moved quickly enough, you might be able to make it out of the building with your life intact.

“You have a point,” the ghost mused. Before you could blink, it was right in front of you again, pale lips curving into a grin. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

Oh.

You froze, heart leaping into your throat. You realized why it had seemed so familiar, why its appearance had niggled at the back of your brain. The ghost’s visage was a haunting echo of that shown in the same painting you’d seen over and over again for the past few weeks.

The sharpness of its smile, the secretive cast to its face, the way in which it dressed- down to the last detail, you realized. Ghosts are the spirits of the dead, back to walk the earth once more.

“Hello,” Eret Herobrine said, taking your hand in her own. The sensation was weird, to say the least. It was similar to when you would stick your hand out of the car window and feel the wind pushing at it like a physical barrier.

This was like that, but in the shape of a hand.

You shivered as they pressed a chilled kiss to your skin, feeling the curve of their grin like a physical brand.

“Eret,” He murmured, pallid eyes locked on your own. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

@blufr0st @itsonlydana @amearla @bapthadapper @redactedsouls @sina-the-idiot @icarusthefoolish @blockyshieldmaiden

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actress4him · 1 year

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June of Doom 2023

Previous | Next | Masterlist

Taglist: @painful-pooch

Day 4 - “Does that hurt?” | Delirium | Hypothermia | Stabilization

Day 5 - “It’s not as bad as it looks.” | Handcuffs | Swelling | Flinch

Also qualifies for @whumpawoman ’s Whump Girl Summer, Alt. Prompt - “Look at Me”

Contains: lady whump, graphic broken bone, restraints, fainting, brief emeto mention, captivity

Isa is still hunched over on her knees, breathing through the pain shooting up her arm, when a hand lands lightly on her other shoulder. Instinctively she jerks backwards, which only doubles the pain. She throws her head back and cries out hoarsely.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, hey, look at me, it’s just me. Just me.” Glancing over, she can see Lainey holding up her hands, cuffs jingling. “Are you…are you okay? That’s a stupid question, obviously you’re not okay, but…crap.” Her hands drop to her lap. “He just…broke your arm, like it was nothing. I don’t…I can’t…” She shakes her head. “I hate him!”

She can’t deal with the chatter right now. “It’s fine. I just…need some time.”

“It’s not fine, would you quit acting like all of this is fine? I know it’s what you're used to, but it is far from fine and you deserve far better than this, okay?”

She knows that being treated like this isn’t alright. Intellectually, at least. It’s hard to remember sometimes, though. In fact, if she’s honest with herself, it’s really only due to Lainey’s presence that she’s started remembering it now. This isn’t normal.

But that doesn’t help her situation any, so she can’t really afford to dwell on it. Maybe that’s why it’s easier to accept that it’s normal for her, at least, instead of worrying about what she can’t change.

Lainey sighs heavily. “Is there…anything I can do?”

Isa starts to shake her head no. She just wants to sit, and breathe, and cope. But she has someone here now who’s willing to help her, and she’d be stupid not to take advantage of that. “There’s a…the cabinet. On the far end.” She motions toward it jerkily before returning to digging her fingernails into her upper arm. “It’s unlocked. There’s a kit in there. And a, uh…a piece of wood.”

Immediately Lainey is up and crossing the room to look in the cabinet she indicated. She holds up the two items in her cuffed hands for Isa to see. “This?”

“Mm-hm.”

She comes back and sits cross-legged in front of her. There’s already a bruise forming on her cheek, matching the ones around her broken nose. “I’m kinda surprised he lets you have first aid stuff.”

“Yeah, well, he…wants me to stay alive…for whatever reason. We have to be careful with it, though. It doesn’t get replenished often.”

Lainey nods in understanding, opening up the kit on the floor. “So…use the wood to stabilize it and wrap these bandages around?”

“Yeah.” It’s good that she has at least a basic knowledge of first aid already. Means she doesn’t have to explain everything, and she can hopefully count on her to do things herself if there comes a time when she can’t help.

Clenching her jaw, Isa carefully moves her arm out where it can be better reached. Lainey sucks in an audible breath through her teeth at the sight of it.

“Ugh. Aw, man, that’s…it looks so wrong.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” Isa runs the fingers of her right hand lightly over the misshapen arm. She’s definitely had worse. “Most of it is swelling. Though this…” Her fingers stop on a slight lump in the skin. “This is gonna have to be pushed back into place.”

“Oh, man…”

She glances up at Lainey, who looks a bit paler than usual. “I can do it. I’ve done it before.”

“No, no way. I’m not making you do that yourself. I’m…you’ve got me now, I can do it.” She hesitates, hands hovering in front of her. “Just, uh…tell me what to do.”

“I usually do it against a wall. Makes it easier to brace.” Isa turns her body so that she can splay her arm across the wall, and Lainey scoots herself around closer.

“The fact that you have a usual method for this is…disturbing.”

Ignoring that comment, Isa points to the spot on her arm. “This is it right here. All I can tell you other than that is just…get in a sturdy position and push. And don’t stop if I scream or whatever.”

“Oh man. Okay.” Lainey moves in closer, shoving strands of messy brown hair out of her face. “I can do this. Okay.” Bracing both hands against the arm without pressing down yet, she glances over at Isa. “Alright. You ready?” While Isa nods, she sucks in a deep breath and squeezes her eyes shut, then focuses in on the arm once more.

Looking away, Isa grabs a handful of her shirt and clutches it tight.

“Okay. Three…two…” Before she gets to one, she shoves with all her strength. The bone pops back into place and Isa screams even more hoarsely than the first time before everything starts to go dark.

She can faintly hear a surprised shout and feel herself falling to one side. An instant later, she opens her eyes and finds herself lying on her left side with her arm stretched out in front of her. Lainey is gingerly wrapping the worn, slightly bloodstained bandage from the kit around both her arm and the makeshift splint.

“Hey,” she says softly when she glances over and sees Isa’s eyes open. “You okay? Kinda freaked me out there. Good news is, having to keep you from smacking your head on the floor distracted me enough that I didn’t end up hurling everywhere like I thought I might.”

Isa picks her head up and looks over her bandaged arm. It’s so weird, having someone else do this for her. She’s not used to it, and part of her doesn’t want to trust it, but Lainey seems to have done a decent job. “How’s it looking?”

“Almost done. Wish we had an ice pack to get some of this swelling down, though.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t do fancy things like ice packs.” She glances up at the other girl, who’s tucking the end of the bandage as best she can. “You seem like you know what you’re doing, at least somewhat.”

One corner of her mouth quirks upward. “Softball, remember? We got hurt all the time. I picked up a few things from the medics like splints and recovery position. I’m no expert, though.” Sitting back, she looks over her work. “How’s that? Does that hurt?”

“Yeah,” Isa answers honestly. “But not as bad as it did when the bone was out of place.” She begins sitting up, slowly, moving her arm carefully into her lap. “Thanks.”

Lainey shakes her head. “You need a hospital, and some of those heavy-duty painkillers they gave me when I broke mine years ago.”

“He definitely doesn’t do painkillers.” Using her good hand, Isa scoots herself back to lean against the wall. “I’ll be fine. Like I said, I’ve done this before.”

“You shouldn’t have to, though.”

Isa doesn’t have an answer for that.

#juneofdoom #day 4 #day 5 #whumpgirlsummer #alt prompt #lady whump #lady whumpee #tw broken bones #mild gore #restraints tw #fainting #emeto mention #captivity #lainey and isa #two whumpees #urban fantasy #magical whumpee #whump writing #whump series

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Eclipse, having backlash from the star’s wish: *starts coughing and throwing up, shaking and having chills with a fever high enough to start a fire*

Sun: What are you faking now? You already have the star, you made your wish, you can stop faking now.

Eclipse, incredibly sick: *passes out, whimpering*

Sun: STOP FAKING!

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sun #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #tw sick mention #tw caps #tw vomit mention #tw fainting mention #tfw your enemy gets so sick after winning that he passes out in your house #tfw you unwillingly have to go from mortal enemies to begrudging acquaintances #tfw your mortal enemy goes practically comatose in your living room

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foxboidrew · 5 months

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Welcome, Project Ru-A

I got bored and wanted to write something! This is 1,433 words, which is the longest thing I've ever written, so I'm very proud of it! A picture is included at the end! This one is a bit dark, so please be aware of the following:

Tw// mention of blood, mention of death, fainting, kidnapping, panic attack(s), forced mind possession (??), being trapped in one's own head, talks of murder, being referred to as a 'play thing', and screaming (lots of screaming)

A hummed as he made his way to the Daycare. It was time to help Sun clean again for the week, so he was fully prepared with lots of sanitizer. Though, something felt off. He had noticed that Sun didn't send him a message this week, which was concerning in A’s eyes because Sun was always on schedule, making sure times were correct and when A would be there. But he had received nothing of the sort.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the Superstar Daycare, A froze in place as he saw the total destruction. “WHAT THE HELL?!” He cried out. Debris was everywhere, from the entrance to the entirety of the area, was nothing but ash, some smoke, and broken pieces. Had something that Moon built malfunctioned?

A walked further in, leaving the cleaning cart at the front. He carefully made his way through the darkness, yet he could feel eyes on him. Just the feeling alone made him want to high tail it out of there. As he got closer to the door he could hear voices, three to be exact. But they didn't sound like anyone he knew, and none of them sounded distressed about the situation. In fact, it seemed the more higher toned of the bunch was delighted.

“Who the hell…?” A whispered to himself. He was thankful for the little bit of light as he peeked through a small hole in the wall of the main daycare structure. To his surprise he found more Sun and Moon models, but something was wrong.

He looked at the one closest to the wall. He couldn't see their face, but it looked like Sun, but also Moon? Albeit destroyed, and british, but he seemed the most excited to be here. Looking at the other, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, as if he knew this thing. It wore mostly navy blue with accents of red, baring a hood and ripped cape and what looked like a jumper. His face was maroon and white with red swirly eyes, and sharp teeth to match his claws. He sat back to listen.

“Excellent work today, Bloodmoon! As your prize, you will get a barrel with enough blood to feed both of you~!”

So his dread was right… He never explicitly knew or met Bloodmoon, but he would always hear about him from Sun in passing. He contemplated running, but he feared that he would be heard from how quiet the place was. He honestly found it to be a miracle that the front doors did not make a sound.

“You hear that, brother?! We get more blood!” A deeper voice cheered.

“I know! I'm so excited! And hungry…” A now lighter voice spoke back from the same body.

“Now, run along and feast! I feel as though we have a guest.” The broken one ushered the two.

A could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest as he heard that. Had he been discovered? How?! He could have sworn he was quiet! He listened for the two twins to be far enough away to make his way to a hiding place. He was quick enough right? He had managed to escape situations like this plenty of times! He panicked, ducking behind some piled up debris, as the doors to the main daycare opened and the broken one stepped out.

“Where, oh where has the little mouse gone~? Let's play a game, shall we?”

A stood there, looking for any escape route. As he looked around, the footsteps progressively got louder, and he could have swore he saw a rectangular red light. He brushed off the light to being has panic.

“I can hear your heartbeat, how curious~”

A weighed his options before trying to run, but was quickly grabbed by the broken animatronic. It seemed faster, as if it knew what it was doing. A starting kicking and screaming, actually terrified of this being. He had never seen it, and didn't know what it could do, but if it's working with Bloodmoon, this could very well be how he died. “NO-! LET ME GO-! PLEASE-!”

Ruin only chuckled, pulling A tighter in his grip. A let out a strained squeak as he let out what breath was stuck. Its grip really hurt, and he could feel bits of its body threatening to cut his flesh at any moment. “How curious… We seem to have someone snooping about~! This simply cannot do~!”

A tried to struggle as much as he could, but feeling a few deep scratches caused him to quickly stop. “P…please, I can just lea-”

“Leave?! After everything you've seen and heard? Oh no, no, no~! You simply must stay! You have no choice.”

A whimpered in his grip, scared out of his mind; It was making him lightheaded. And maybe a bit too much, as the world spun, and inevitably he passed out…

He woke up once more, but tied to the lower structure of the play structure. His hands were tied behind his back to the open bars. And it seemed that he was placed in a constant criss-cross position, not that he minded, but his legs were getting restless. How long was he like this? He could feel another pair of eyes on him, different from the rest. That same sense of dread came back as he guessed it was Bloodmoon. How was he not dead?

“Why can't we rip it apart?!” Bloody cried in anguish.

“Because we have to ‘play along’ with our new ‘brother’,” Harvest rolled his eyes; A could practically hear it in his voice.

“Mmnrroooh- But it's right there- and I'm hungry again!!” Bloody growled.

“Would you two settle down?!” Ruin yelled, “I'm trying to make something for our new play thing! If you're so hungry, go find a barrel or some rats to eat! Our guest is not quite ready for your antics yet~”

“Fine!” Bloodmoon snapped and ran off.

A looked in the direction of Ruin. With all the debris, he couldn't see him, only the static of the tv that once promoted Sundrop Energizing Candy. What did Ruin mean? What was he making? Why not let the twins kill him? He tensed up as he heard footsteps again. Looking over, he saw a glowing pair of eyes, one yellow, one red. Ruin was drawing near. “Please, n-no-”

“Don't worry friend~! This won't hurt a bit~!” Ruin sung, holding up a mask that seemed to be the half of a moon model. “In fact… I think you'll feel good as new~”

A tried to fight off Ruin, but he knew he was out matched in both size and strength. He could only let out a scream as Ruin forced the mask on his face. His screams of fear turned into agony as the mask zapped and dug into his skin, embedding itself into the side of his face. Soon the screaming stopped and A slumped over, feeling paralyzed. His body felt numb as blood dripped from under the mask. His head throbbed, his heart pounding. How was he not dead? And why did he suddenly feel calm? And why did he not quite feel like himself?

Ruin smiled brightly as A looked up at him with bright purple eyes. “It worked!! Yes!! Days of work finished!! All with a little help of Stitchy~”

A struggled to wrap his head around what he was hearing. “Days…?” He covered his ears… why did his voice suddenly sound louder… as if he was hearing himself speak for the first time? Wait, how was he moving freely?

“Still not able to speak yet, hmm? Give it time~! I need to make a few upgrades~” Ruin giggled, and ran off once more.

A starting panicking again. He didn't actually say that? He looked around and could still see his surroundings, but why did his vision look off? Like he was watching a dream play out? Where was he? He turned his body around to see what looked like a vast void with the floor reminiscent of that of a black and white tiled castle. He looked at his hands, only to see purple glowing shackles on his wrists and ankles.

“Where am I?! Hello?!” He cried out, but nobody answered.

He cried out even more, but it only fell on deaf ears. Over and over, he even searched for an exit, but to know avail. Only more vast space. A fell to his knees, and started to sob.

Because when you're alone in your own head…

What else was there to do?

#my writing #tsams #oc a #fnaf oc #my oc #tsams ruin #tsams bloodmoon #tw mention of blood #tw fainting #tw kidnapping #tw panic attack #tw forced mind possession #tw being trapped in own head #tw murder mention #tw death mention #tw being called a play thing #tw screaming #my art

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ask-the-celestial-family · 1 year

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Congratulations Moon!! I'm so happy for you!! Are you going to wait to tell everyone else? (Oh gosh... Now three members of the family are pregnant now... Oh my gosh Eclipse's and Moon's babies will be born one right after the other!!) -🐟 Anon

I’m going to wait until it’s less dangerous. I don’t know if it’ll stay. I need…I need to process. I actually got pregnant. I feel dizzy, I need to lay down- *passes out* -Moon💙

#kill lunar au #fnaf moon #moon answers #🐟 anon #did I mention nanobot pregnancy is dangerous?#they only take about a month #the symptoms are on par with animatronic pregnancy #where every symptom is multiplied by ten.#moon had a fainting spell #tw pregnancy mention #tw fainting mention

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Heyo can I request a sick Kazuha with Heizou pushing on his stomach to help him throw up? :)

finally, i was able to get to this request! sorry it took me so long anon, i couldn't do much while my requests were closed. i wasn't planning on writing anything for h.eizou, he was a bit of a miss in design for, but his lines about k.azuha are cute so i had fun while writing also, this turned a lot more descriptive than i was planning, so be warned.

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏɴɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜsʜɪɴ

In which Heizou and Kazuha share a few drinks too many, and on the way home, Heizou finds out why Kazuha doesn't drink that often, i.e. Kazuha is weak to alcohol and prone to overeating.

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ alcohol abuse, overeating, overindulgence, lots of burping, nausea, motion sickness (due to drunky piggyback carrying), indigestion, induced vomiting (pressing on stomach), belly kink, bloating, graphic descriptions of vomiting, drunk vomiting, stomach noises, fainting (and mentions of), drunk sickie, drunk caretaker

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ 4.8k~

A soft giggle escaped Kazuha's lips, one hand aimlessly floating in front of his mouth, trying to muffle the laughter threatening to burst out of him. He couldn't tell what had made him tickle, but with his mind racing as it was, the heat blazing off his cheeks, it was difficult to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling.

“What's so funny?” a familiar voice asked from below him, confusion blurring into a mocking tone, sounding like they were resisting the contagious noise. The ronin just shook his head, the motion making him feel like his eyes were spinning loosely inside his skull. “You're not going to tell me?”

Kazuha hummed stubbornly in response, his lips quivering as he tried to contain his laughter. Self-control was a long-forgotten skill of his that night. Just a few steps ahead and he was giggling to himself like a loon, like a small kid trying to keep a secret.

But the fact he was drunk out of his wits wasn't a secret to anyone, much less to the young detective stumbling home with him, serving as his legs for the trip.

Heizou held onto the giggly swordsman firmly, his back nearly folded to accommodate him over his shoulders, his arms interlocked around his neck. Despite carrying double his weight, he was still light on his step, concentrating all he had on putting one foot in front of the other, trying not to be distracted by the soft-hitching breaths tickling his neck.

The doushin had his eyes set on Kazuha ever since he made it to every warning board in the form of a wanted poster, a runaway of the vision hunt decree, and a famed one at that. From the many rumors running wild, Heizou would've never imagined Kazuha could be this loose when he was drunk. The ronin was still giggling to himself, the sound now dotted by breathy hiccups, in sync with the drunken sway of Heizou's walk.

Still, he didn't regret inviting him to talk over drinks, even if Kazuha had overdone it by the end, the conversation they shared while he could still speak coherently had been inspiring. Heizou was already considering more ways to set that same atmosphere, he wanted to talk to him again, but the thought of inviting him so casually had butterflies sprouting inside his belly.

He couldn't see Kazuha's face the way he was holding him, but it had stuck to his memory, red as a blooming acer, and that sheepish smile as his eyes closed. It made his heart flutter. The smell of alcohol and grease was still clear in his breath, however. Both had overdone it, in fact Heizou counted an extra dozen cups of sake on his side of the table by the time they left.

The ronin stuck to savory dishes, arguing that heavier foods paired well with alcohol, so he was justified in indulging a bit, to the point where his bloated stomach was noticeable even under the loose fabrics of his haori. Heizou tried to be gentle while carrying him, but he could tell the man was uncomfortable by the tiny groans against his ear.

The drunken samurai's good humor had already subsided, but the stubborn hiccups could still be heard under his breath, sounding like bubbles brewing in the back of his throat. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to put some distance between his taut middle and Heizou's back. His stomach felt incredibly sensitive, any pressure on it had his throat already spasming, to the point where even his clothes brushing over it had him wanting to squirm away.

He had his eyes fixed on the ground since they left the restaurant, looking at anything else had the thumping in his head growing worse. He stuck to the same visual, unchanging like a film roll, it seemed to dull the pain for the time being.

His head and chest loosely bobbed in sync with the walking. That feeling, it was almost like he was aboard a ship being tossed by the waves, the deck rolling from side to side. He always got a feeling similar whenever he drank, but today, his stomach was packed full of the best Inazuma had to offer, and he could feel its mass trying to climb its way up his throat.

He only realized they had stopped moving when two small yet firm hands gripped his thighs from below, holding him in place. He tried moving slightly, but the grip on him made it hard to do anything. The rumors seemed to be true, but still, he wouldn't think the famous detective of the Tenryou commission had such strength hiding behind that small frame.

“Kazu, be still, you're going to slip like this”, he heard Heizou warn from under him, but his words reached him slowly. “Let me just… excuse me.”

Kazu noted the nickname but nothing else, a lazy grin stretching his lips as his head hung loose to the side. He was about to point it out when he felt the grip on his legs tighten and Heizou pulled him closer in one swift movement. His stomach slammed into his back, sending stars bursting behind his eyes and sending something further up his throat.

He couldn't close his mouth in time, but to his luck, all that had been dislodged was a massive bubble of air that suddenly burst over his tongue. Heizou instinctively flinched away, closing one of his eyes as the hot air rushed past his cheek. It sounded almost like thunder against his ear, but that could be the alcohol making things bigger than they seemed.

“—buuRrRRRRrpPpp!” Kazuha gave a long rumbling burp that seemed to echo across the empty street, a strong smell of grease and alcohol along with it, stinging his nostrils. It came from deep within his stomach, he could almost taste the many fried dishes one more time.

“Wow, haha”, Heizou mused, trying to take the situation in a more humorous way rather than the eager-to-please attitude he had adopted around him until the drinks came in. “That was… loud.”

“Ooh”, Kazuha let out a soft groan as relief washed over him, his shoulders relaxing once again. It felt like a little room had been freed inside his belly.

He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position that didn't disturb his stomach, preferably didn't touch it at all. Heizou was holding tightly to him, making it so he could barely breathe without pressing the curve of his belly onto his back.

“Sorry about that, I couldn't hold it in”, Kazuha murmured, his voice bordering on a chuckle. He eventually settled on resting his chest on Heizou's shoulder, arching over him to give his middle a little room. “You can keep going now...”

“Alright”, the detective agreed, resuming his wobbly walk, putting even more focus to balance the both of them in the middle of the cobblestone path. “And, it's fine”, he added, trying to walk it back. “I mean, you ate quite a lot, it's only fair.”

Kazuha tried not to pay attention, but he could feel the contents of his stomach being tossed each time Heizou stepped down, like that dense mass of food swimming in sake was breathing down his neck. His belly sloshed sickeningly, making him feel like a bottle of soda being agitated, its bubbles rising to the surface.

“I guess, but–” Kazuha had closed his mouth before another much smaller burp tried to escape. “–still, excuse me, guh–” he managed to swallow this time, the sound heavy, almost slimy.

“I really don't mind”, the detective added, looking away to the ground, embarrassment giving his voice an unusual held-back tone. He never thought he'd see this laid-back side of such a reserved person, but now that he had, it felt like too much all at once.

Kazuha slowly slid one arm out, resting a palm over his chest, it moved in sync with his steps. He didn't need to feel it to know his heart was thumping heavily, but it was a relief to know it was still there rather than inside his skull as he would've thought.

He squeezed his eyes shut when he felt a bubble of air rapidly travel up his esophagus, his chest jumping when it landed in the back of his throat, causing a few muffled hiccups. His stomach felt so sensitive from the volume, even a belch that would've been harmless had him dreading it.

“Mm— Uuuurrrppp!”, he gave a long close-mouthed belch that had his eyes stinging, all that noxious air escaping through his nostrils. That meant trouble for him, he could taste the start of nasty indigestion in the ghostly sulfuric burn it left on his tongue. “Ugh, yuck.”

“That doesn't sound too good now…”, Heizou commented with a nervous chuckle, but to his relief, Kazuha gave one back, his drunken good humor still there underneath the pained groans.

“Yeah, I don't– sorry, I don't usually eat that much”, he confessed, turning his head away when he felt another burp rising to his mouth. “–uurp! I think my belly is… ugh, having a little trouble digesting it all. And the alcohol on top of that...”

“Oh, was there something wrong with it?” Heizou felt his own stomach give an uncertain wobble at the thought. Food poisoning wasn't something he could afford now, he had so much to do, especially when he had already taken a night off his cases to go on this little escapade with the once-wanted ronin.

Kazuha didn't respond immediately, not to further the suspense but to fight against the threat of more burps making it out of him. His throat was uncomfortably tight, small spasms threatening to make him hiccup again. His face was pinched into a grimace as he endured the awful metallic taste of copper pennies washing over his tongue in waves.

“I don't think so…”, he finally said, his voice thick, more slurred. “Well, the truth is... I don't handle alcohol that well. I tried–”, he was cut off by a fleeting belch that barely lasted, but it was enough for him to take a pause, gulping down the saliva filling his mouth rapidly. “I'm sorry, I tried eating enough to make up for it, but–”

“It's okay! You didn't need to force yourself to drink, you know? I just wanted to talk, just wanted to be alone with–” Heizou cut him off, and immediately regretted it. He was running over his words, talking like he was out of breath, and blaming all of it on the sake. “Sorry, I…”

Kazuha had gone quiet in the meanwhile, nearly motionless except for his chest hitching slightly against Heizou's back, each aborted movement dotted by a hiccup he managed to swallow. He counted a few before the samurai plastered a hand over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as his throat gave another spasm behind it.

“Hey, are you… okay?” Heizou asked, looking in his direction, but he couldn't see anything from where he was. “I've already said I don't mind, you don't have to hold it in.”

To that, Kazuha gave a weak, muffled whimper, shaking his head even if Heizou couldn't see it, he knew better than to open his mouth. With the constant movement, up and down, and his stomach following, tossing its contents into a disgusting stew, he knew that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from thoroughly covering Heizou in his puke.

“Mmmmm– uurrp!” Another burp slipped past him, and he was impressed how it still made a sound behind his hand, but that amusement was quickly subsided by the taste of rot overtaking his tongue. He wanted to gasp, but bile was already bubbling at the back of his throat. “H-Heizou…”, he mumbled, the urgency in his voice coming at a snail's pace. “I think I… n-need to vomit.”

“Oh…?”, he mouthed, slowing down, the words going right over his head. Then it hit him, and he stopped dead in his tracks, the movement doing Kazuha no favors. He could only whimper as a warning, feeling his stomach slosh inside of him, Heizou’s back compressing it once more. “O-Oh! Got it, wait a minute.”

The drunken ronin gave the only response he could, a faint gurgling sound at the back of his throat. A short hissing burp pried itself from his lips, only short because he was able to contain some of it, but not the dribble of drool that coated the side of his chin. His mouth was rapidly filling with saliva and suddenly he couldn't will himself to swallow any of it.

Heizou briefly looked around the street. In the dead of night and with alcohol clouding his senses he wasn’t as quick to rule out the possibilities, it took a wet-sounding hiccup over his shoulder for him to quickly single in an empty passageway between two shops and make a beeline for it. Kazuha definitely didn’t appreciate the hastiness of his movements, he found his grip on his shirt, pulling it like the bridle of a horse to slow him down.

Heizou bent his knees as soon as he turned the corner, lowering himself for the drunken samurai to hop off. All urgency was momentarily gone as Kazuha tried grounding himself before he could do anything, swaying from side to side, one hand still clasped over his mouth. The doushin tried saying something, but the meaning of it was quickly lost when he heard the sickly wet belch that made Kazuha stumble forward to grip one of the walls.

He stuck to it as if his life depended on it like he was melting against it. Heizou could see the outline of his back rising and falling in erratic motions, curving out to rest his forehead against the wall, holding himself up by one of his elbows. He was breathing heavily, wet shuddering gasps pouring out of him as he finally let his maw hang open.

A trickle of dense, almost syrup-like saliva formed a streak as it fell from his tongue, glistening in the dim lighting of the street. He spat out, trying to rid his mouth of the excess drool and be done with it, but he hadn't lied, he could feel he was going to be sick.

A gassy burp flew off him, turning suspiciously wet right at the end, and his stomach caved in as it cut off, trying desperately to hold onto its contents. Kazuha waited stubbornly as more belches erupted out of him, each one burning a hole through his tongue as splashes of acid mixed with the saliva.

“Ack, ugh”, he grimaced, spitting out and aiming for the ground, but he was lucky enough to hit the wall instead of his feet. “I… ugh, I can't…”

The doushin was uncertain at first, but as soon as he saw Kazuha begin to slip, he rushed to his side, slipping one hand to his chest and the other on his back.

“Kazuha, are you listening? Do you feel like you're going to pass out?”, he jumped to the conclusion, feeling the man's hitching breath right under his palm. The ronin just shook his head, more aware than he originally thought. “Are you going to vomit?”

“It feels like it… but it isn't coming uuh—UUurrRrpPp—up, sorry”, Kazuha apologized again for what felt like the hundredth time that night, this one more to himself for allowing such a loud belch to cut him off. He ran a finger under his lip, catching a line of drool trying to make it to his chin. “Do you mind…? Uh, never mind.”

“W-What? What do you need me to do?” Heizou sounded almost desperate, pressing on Kazuha's chest as eagerness overtook him, but he quickly tried letting go of him.

“No, like that”, the ronin instructed, taking his hand on his and guiding it down, towards his belly. “Can you press on it for me? I just need to… get it out somehow, all that food…”, he trailed off, his words getting garbled as he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, the sign for Heizou to do his part.

The detective, one of the sharpest minds in the Tenryou commission had seemingly short-circuited under the pressure. His hand was resting over Kazuha's bloated stomach now, not applying any force to it yet, but feeling the firm surface push against his palm, noting how it felt tenser in some places, how just his palm wasn't enough to cup it all, even under the layers of his haori.

Heizou wanted to slip his hand inside the fabric, feel his tender skin against his own, but just the thought of it… entertaining for much longer had a pronounced blush coloring his face, a dangerously hot one that had his ears burning like lumps of charcoal.

“Hah… ah… –ome on”, Kazuha panted, managing to say it without his lips touching a single time, more saliva poured out of his tongue, but still he didn't move.

“O-Oh, alright, I'll… okay, just let me know if I'm hurting you”, Heizou asked, stumbling on his words but wasting no more time before he slowly pushed on Kazuha's stomach, sinking his palm into the plush surface underneath, trying to be as gentle as he could. “L-Like this?”

“Uh-huh…”, Kazuha gave an airy noise of confirmation and more drool dripped out his tongue.

Heizou took that as a go-ahead and applied a bit more pressure, feeling a particularly stubborn knot undo under his touch. He thought for a moment it meant a bit of comfort for Kazuha, that he had ridden out a cramp somehow, but he quickly learned all he had managed to do was knead more air out of him.

Kazuha hitched forward with a long belch erupting out of him, turning wet by the end as a splash of bile coated the bottom of his tongue. His face crumpled at the unbearably sour taste, the piles of empty plates and cups of sake were enacting revenge on his senses.

“F…uck… ugh”, he groaned, taking in slow open-mouthed gasps.

The wall in front of him looked like it was tilted, the straight lines in the wood gently bending, and he had to close his eyes for a moment. His head was pounding mercilessly now, the alcohol-induced headache raging on.

Heizou maintained the firm touch on his belly, the tip of his fingers disappearing among the fabric. He could feel the faint yet incessant gurgling coming from his stomach and that told him how much it was upset, like a bundle of tight knots was lost somewhere in there, rolling in a pool of liquid.

He kept pushing, growing less and less gentle, even if Kazuha would let out an occasional moan of pain, even if he was growing dizzier, almost swaying in place, the bubbling of vomit so near and still stuck in his throat pointed he was getting close.

So he pushed a little more, pumping his palm over the tense spot on Kazuha's lean abdomen until he felt the muscles clench hard in preparation for his stomach lurching upwards motion, he could feel all of it in detail under his palm. Kazuha clutched the wooden wall as if he was going to fall from it, his head sinking to his chest as his gullet gave in to a painful retch.

“EeURrGhh!” It scrapped at the bottom of his throat, bringing out a low gurgle before he was finally able to burp out a mouthful of chunky pieces, painting the bottom of the wall a hazy cloud of a yellowish-brown color.

“Now we're getting somewhere…”, Heizou murmured, one hand inching closer to gather a few loose strands of Kazuha's hair away from his face, the other never leaving his belly. He frowned as his cold sweat seeped into his skin, but was relieved to not find any unusual heat there. “Go on, keep going.”

Kazuha gave an empty gag as a response, at first, a few others followed closely, his back heaving incessantly as his stomach pushed a dense mass up his throat. It sounded painful, he was out of breath, nearly choking on it, but Heizou could only keep pumping on his abdomen, hoping to speed up the process while feeling the overblown organ writhe with each dry retch.

“BUuUErRugGH–!” The noise was a garbled violent one suddenly cut by the horrible gurgling of vomit passing through his gullet, the dense chunky mess drizzling out tongue to fall to the ground with a wet plop. Kazuha panted heavily, drool coating his chin, his bruised throat aching each time the cold night air touched the inside of it.

“You're good, Kazu, just keep going”, Heizou told him, patting his back gently and giving his middle a few gentle pumps before Kazuha let out a deep groan of discomfort. His upset belly followed, grumbling deeply as it continued to churn its contents under Heizou's hand.

“I can't– hic! I-It's stuck, I can't– ugh”, he moaned, sucking in a wet gasp between his teeth, his voice was close to breaking. “T-This is torture… I feel so sick, and I still… can't…”

The ronin started to slump forward, the top of his head meeting the wall, but Heizou quickly scooped him up, frowning deeply when he felt the wet hiccups shaking his torso. His eyes drifted to the small pile of regurgitated food on the ground, glistening with acid and alcohol mixed into that dense almost oatmeal-like consistency. It looked painful as if it had congealed as it hit the ground, clumps of fried meat and vegetables sticking out of it, barely digested.

“Shit– I, ugh… don't know what to do, Kazuha…”, the doushin confessed, smoothing out a circle onto his back, the imprint of sweat making his clothes stick to his skin. He just shook his head, sliding one shivering hand off the wall and putting it over his, clutching. “What are you–?”

“Just– guh, press on it, don't be gentle”, Kazuha choked out, sinking Heizou's palm onto his stomach without mercy, the action making him writhe but still biting back a groan of pain. “Like this.”

“O-Okay!”, Heizou stammered, feeling his face burst into a red flame, but he followed, not measuring his strength as he pressed harder onto Kazuha's middle.

The ronin gasped for air, the muscles of his stomach clenching to withstand the abuse, but he was closer to begging for punches than to asking for him to stop. Luckily he didn't sink so low, Heizou quickly understood what he wanted and pressed on mercilessly, pumping his palm on his hardened middle until he felt it lurch against it.

“F-Fuck, guh, h-here it co– EeUuURRrgGgHhHh!” Kazuha tried to say, his voice so raw with nausea it practically dripped, but a struggling retch broke through the sentence. Heizou couldn't even ruminate on the fact he had heard him swear, Kazuha tensed up as vomit climbed up his windpipe.

His cheeks bulged out as the thick slurry flooded his mouth, and he lowered his head as it poured out, completely cutting off his breath. His eyes widened as his chest compressed and heaved violently, panic striking him with the sudden need to inhale. He choked, vomit tapering into wet coughs that sent it further into his airways, he was hacking, trying to rid his sinus of the offending pieces.

“Easy, Kazuha, just try to breath”, Heizou warned, patting his back with enough strength to dislodge whatever was stuck, and the ronin lurched forward with a sounding heave, his head sinking into the wall as a huge gush of a more runny vomit poured out of him in one go.

He couldn't breathe still, his stomach was in the back of his throat, emptying itself in one continuous wave. It sounded like an open faucet or regurgitated alcohol and grease mixing into a watery clumpy slurry that hit the wooden wall and splashed back. Kazuha winced as he felt the hot searing liquid wet his socks, but he could do little to stop it, his body felt like it was being liquified from the inside out.

“You're doing good, Kazu, so good…”, Heizou whispered tenderly, encouraging him while rubbing up and down at the spot between his protruding shoulders. He broke into desperate gasps as the wave tapered off, giving just a little reprieve before the next one came gurgling up. “That's it, don't hold it back.”

“Guh…uhh– EUURrgGhH!”, he didn't even try to. Another sizable gush left him trembling under Heizou, wishing for it to be over soon. Then another one closely followed, splattering heavily onto the floor, specs of it dying his socks a greasy sickly orangeish-brown.

Kazuha blinked away tears of exertion, feeling as if his stomach was being wrung out of his mouth. He could feel the solid chunks coming out practically whole, leaving his throat in scraps. It seemed like it wouldn't end somehow his gut kept coming up with more like it was sapping his energy.

He barely noticed when he blinked out, his vision going dark for a mere second and suddenly the ground was closer to him. He had doubled over, vomit still pouring out his mouth in huge gushes, now squarely over his feet. Heizou seemed to be saying something, but the sound of his stomach contents splattering on the cobblestone drowned him out, only the pressure of his hand on his stomach remaining.

He wasn't listening. Heizou could still feel his heart thumping in his ear, a scare like that wouldn't do any good to it. One minute he was holding Kazuha in place, and in the other the man had just slipped from his grasp, his legs giving out under him, he had to scramble to catch him.

“Hey, hey, don't pass out on me now”, he called out, but he truly wasn't listening, all he could do was keep vomiting as Heizou pulled him, both hands gripping around his middle now.

If he wasn't so worked up he would've remarked how much Kazuha's stomach had noticeably deflated, how it now sunk into his body as a way to compensate for the emptiness inside. He felt in detail when the puking finally ceased and dry empty retching took its place, his stomach throbbing viciously after each, still trying to come up with anything else.

“Ughhh…”, Kazuha groaned weakly and started shivering even more, dangerously close to falling again, all his energy expelled along with his liquified stomach. His mouth was moving, thick threads of bile and drool hanging from his lips, but only shaky slurred words were coming out. “N-No… more… I can't… t-take any more… booze…”

“Kazu? Hey, Kazuha…? Can you hear me?”, Heizou called, instinctively giving his frail body a slight shake, but immediately regretting it when that pried a hollow belch out of the man.

“D-Don… URP!”, he slurred out before weakly gagging over the ground, only a small trickle of bright yellow bile came out, sizzling onto his tongue.

“S-Sorry, I'm sorry!”, Heizou quickly apologized, leaning a bit to see the ronin's sweat-stricken face, he looked worse than death, but it was a sight far better than the mess on the ground. “Are you feeling any better now, at least?”

“N-No… I…” Kazuha didn't respond immediately, if anything, he felt far worse. He spat out shakingly, trying to bring a hand out to clean his face, but his body wouldn't respond either.

Heizou helped him stand up, his hands finally leaving his bruised belly to rest on his back and shoulders, holding him in place. For a moment he just stood there and breathed heavily, his eyes glossy wandering to the wall, then to the mess on the ground, where they fixed and widened.

“Yeah… hard to believe all of that came out of you”, Heizou chuckled, but the comment left a bad taste in his mouth when he heard Kazuha's breath fail. “Sorry, I… anyway, we should get going. You won't want to sleep out here.”

“It wouldn't be the first time…”, Kazuha mumbled, humorless, eyes still glued to the vomit coating the wall. He swallowed in dry, reminded of his soiled socks, the slimy texture in between his toes. “I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to… get this drunk.”

“Hey, it's fine! If anything, it's own my fault for offering you the drinks. It's my responsibility. I'll take care of you, okay?”, Heizou reassured, going to brush a few strands of hair off Kazuha's face, not even thinking of how close that gesture made him. “Think you can walk now? My house isn't far from here.”

Kazuha opened his mouth to protest but closed it again, the words died in his throat. He nodded instead, finally looking at Heizou for what seemed like the first time that night, really taking in his features, and he couldn't help but bite his lip, suppressing a sob.

“Sorry to be a bother…”, he said in a broken tone, gulping down the need to cry. He couldn't tell if it was the drunken haze or the exhaustion speaking for him.

“You're not”, Heizou affirmed, giving him a sincere tap on the shoulder as the two started walking. “Now come on, it's already late.”

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soft-for-yoongi · 7 months

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Hi!!

15. 😬🎤💬👀😰🤢😵‍💫🫠🏥😭🤮

(could it be with Taehyung as the sickie and one of the hyung line members as a caretaker? If not that's fine)

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Sick: Taehyung

Caretaker: Seokjin

Tw: vom**, emeto, passing out, mentions of nausea, stomach pain

Word count: 525

Enjoy!!!!! There's a few more to come!!

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Taehyung can only describe what he's feeling as jittery. He's buzzing with discomfort, nerves going straight to his stomach. He watches Namjoon say his speech, thanking army's for the award. The lights on stage are so bright, blinding, and making sweat gather on his forehead.

And then some of the others say a few words and meaningful gratitude. Then it's Taehyung's turn and his hands shake as he holds the microphone in the stand. A hand is placed on his shoulder and he goes autopilot.

A combination of trying not to throw up and trying to stay on your feet is... a struggle. "We are s-so lucky to have Army's support!" Taehyung gives a wobbly smile. To most of the audience it's convincing, but every one of his band mates hear the strain in his voice.

Taehyung walks away from the microphone and they leave the stage, when his stomach lurches Taehyung makes a detour to some hallway backstage. Seokjin's worry gets the best of him and he follows the younger.

"Taehyung-ah? What's the matter?" Seokjin says, calling from behind until Taehyung stops in his tracks. He's got a hand to his stomach, pinched expression on his face. He backs against the wall for support, he can barely make out Seokjin's voice or what's happening around him. "Hyung I-I need to sit down." Taehyung says with urgency, black dots dancing in his vision.

"Here, here. Deep breaths," Seokjin ushers Taehyung to sit on the floor, holding the younger's waist. He's looking deathly pale and judging by the hand to his stomach, he feels horriblely sick too. Taehyung blinks slowly, sweat trailing down his back. "M'gonna pass out.." Taehyung says faintly, body lulling to the side.

"Taehyung-ah!" Seokjin mumbles under his breath, softly letting Taehyung lay on the floor. He then sees a staff running over, "we need the medics," Seokjin worries and franticly, the staff retrieves the paramedic team on stand by. The rest is a blur, Taehyung half wakes up and they transport him into a wheelchair, taking him to their medical room.

"Jin-hyung, what's going on? Is Taehyung okay?" Namjoon asks, the rest of the group behind him. "He's passed out, hang on. Let me check with him." Seokjin has to skim past all the other's questions, quickly making his way to the second youngest, watching him get transferred onto a bed.

"Taehyungie," Seokjin says and grabs one of the younger's hands, holding it securely. "Hyung—I'm g-gonna vomit." Taehyung groans, and one of the paramedics have a sick bag on stand by already. "Can we sit him up?" Seokjin asks, holding the bag under Taehyung's chin as they adjust the bed.

Imidiantly Taehyung pukes a wave of water and bile into the sick bag, everyone in the room bustling around as Seokjin strokes up and down the younger's back. "It's okay, baby," Seokjin whispers close to Taehyung as he starts to cry helplessly. "I feel so sick, h-hyung.." Taehyung sobs, spitting up another round of puke.

"Shh, you're going to be fine. You have all these people helping you." Seokjin comforts, catching the members' gazes through the doorway. He will be fine.

#bts #bts!sickfic #soft-for-yoongi writes #emeto #bangtan #emeto mention #emeto fic #sickfic #vomit mention #sick #taehyung #sick!taehyung #caretaker!seokjin #fainting #tw emeto #emoji sequence #tw vomit #anon ask

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lenniereadsalot · 1 month

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TW MEDICAL!!! Also for bruises, blisters, mentions of blood, and discolored & irritated skin

I’m 4 days into healing from getting a birth control implant and i have learned today that the bandaid adhesive is actually irritating my skin and is possibly the cause of the two open blisters that have both bled so yay for that-

Anyways picture under the cut for anyone curious! (Please don’t look if anything above triggers you or if you’re just squeamish in general)

#lennie rambles #lennie rants #tw medical #tw bruises #tw blisters #tw mentions of blood #not for the faint of heart #tw discolored skin #tw skin pumps #tw birth control

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 11 months

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Believe me

Warnings: Bullying, Arguing,Yelling, Mentions of killing, (Mentions of running away?)

A/n:Just a heads up that there may be some spots that don't make sense because i keep forgetting to fix those spots but anyways enjoy the story

Summary: You get into a fight and none of your brothers believe you until Hailey steps in and comforts you and helps you and your brother's stop fighting.

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Word count: 2.0k

Flashback to 12 years old

This is my first time being in the principal's office and honestly I'm scared, not because I could get suspended but because Its will whos coming to pick me up. There's nothing worse than someone being disappointed with you than mad. Will’s the type of brother who will just be disappointed and give you the silent treatment, while Jay will yell at you like crazy, take away your phone, make you file papers at the district and even give you the worst punishments ever for this type of situation but Will is definitely going to yell at me and take away my phone for the rest of my life and i'm probably grounded for 8 years.

End of Flashback

Present time

Today was the day you were really really dead, you got into a fight with this one girl because she said something about your family and you couldn't let that slide so of course you stood up for yourself and your family and punched right in the face.

The problem is when you tried to tell the principal what happened she didn't believe you because the girl you fought was the principal's niece and “she could never do wrong” or that's what all the staff thought. Everyone knew in school that she was actually the worst student there and she's a huge bully who's spoiled and gets everything she wants. There's even a rumor how the principal pays her teachers to give her good grades.

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You were sitting outside the front office when you heard two familiar voices, and immediately knew it was Will and Jay. Now you were in trouble with both your brothers, both of them here means you're probably never gonna see the day of light ever again.

Your brothers walk up to the bench outside the room and either side of you and they don't even speak to you or look at you. You're surprised Jay hasnt threatened to arrest you or put you in handcuffs yet, he's done that before but that story is for a different day.

“Hello Mr, Halsteads” My principal came out of the door. My brothers stood up and shook her hand.

You hated your principal, and she hated you. She always had it out for kids like you. Kids who were better than Milly. Kids who stood up for themselves from Milly. Most especially kids who Milly Hated.

Once you were all seated inside the office she started explaining what happened.

“Y/n got into a confrontation with a girl named Milly and ended up breaking her nose.” She explained.

“I am so sorry for Y/n’s behavior today. I will make sure that she will be punished.” Jay replied. “Well i'm not” You mumbled

“She is going to be suspended for three days and when she returns she's going to have ISS for one week.” She said, “What, thats so fucking dumb she’s the one who started it!” You yelled

“Not from what i heard” She replied “Other kids said that you were bullying her and when she tried to say something you punched her”

“THAT'S BECAUSE ALL THOSE KIDS ARE HER FRIENDS.” You stood and yelled.

“We're going to be going now, I'm so sorry for her actions. Please apologize to Millys family for us, Thank you.” Jay said while we walked out the office

“In the car now, we’ll talk when we get home” Will whispered in a yell. Although you couldn't care less whatever they were going to do.

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“FIGHTING Y/N? WE RAISED BETTER THAN THIS” Will shouts at me. “Well maybe if you would leave me alone you wouldn't have to raise me” you snort “watch your tone young lady” Jay points at me. “How about you listen to me, OVER SOME STUPID GIRL” I say, raising my voice to match wills.

“Thats it, give me your phone and everything else now.”Jay puts his hand in front of me “take it, i dont even want it anymore since everyones gonna blow up my phone about how i lost to fucking Milly Wilson” I say tosing it to the ground and heading up the stairs to my room. “I hate you more than right now than i hated dad, I wish mom was still around.

“You are done for Y/n Halstead you're grounded for two months, be prepared to be at the district and med everyday now” Jay speaks in a serious tone.

“Don't slam that door Y/n halsted” Will yelled anticipating my move but i slammed the door anyways because i don't care.

That's when I had enough, enough of the bullying, enough of school, enough of my brothers never being on my side. It started out with small things like pillows, and clothes, then it turned into hard things, shoes, books and even your computer and Nintendo that was lying on your bed. Your room looked like a tornado and a hurricane hit at the same time, and you just sobbed on the floor.

That's when you heard a soft knock on your door. “Go away” you sniffled. “Y/n/n, please open the door” that nickname? Only Hailey called you that you thought. “Come in”

Hailey opened the door and immediately looked around to find you in a corner sobbing. You looked so frail and broken when she saw you. As soon as she held you into her arms you broke down and spilled everything out in a jumbled mess. “It’s ok let it all out” Hailey said in a soft voice.

“No one ever believes me- i-i tried to tell them a-a-and they wouldn't believe me, sh-she was the one who hit me first. She said if i told anyone sh-she would get j-jay fired” You froze, you weren't supposed to say that…There was one thing you hadn't said and that was milly hit first when you tried to confront her on what she said

Milly said if you told anyone she would make your life miserable and she would get Jay fired

from his job and arrested.

You stood up from haileys grip and started pacing around your messy room “No,no,no Milly's going to get jay fired or probably kill me now i should probably run away to south america or something”

“Woah woah y/n calm down, what actually happened?” She questioned, and you just started explaining. “Milly said mom and dad deserved to die since Jay takes people away from their families and sometimes hurts them, so i went up to and asked her why she said and she just replied “Don’t put yourself where it doesn't belong, and boom she punched and i just defended myself. You probably can guess the rest.”

“Oh, Y/n its ok i will make sure that milly wont do anything to you or jay, i promise.” She cooed “You promise?” She gave me a smile and a slight nood. “So how about you stay at my place for the night and we can head to the district tomorrow

you packed your bags and headed downstairs with hailey in tow. "Where do you think you're going? Did you forget that you're grounded?" Jay stood up from his chair

i'm taking her to my house no she grounded hailey crouched down to your level since you were short for your age "why don't you take my keys and head to the car and place an order for some food" you nodded and left the apartment

"jay don't argue with me the least you could have done is listened and you couldn't even manage that" Sill stood up to back jay up but hailey immediately stopped him "Don't even, i will bring y/n to the district tomorrow and you will both apologize and listen to her or else" Pointing to two men while walking out the door and slamming it behind her.

***

It was now the morning and you and hailey were headed to the district. When you tried to close the car door you hissed and immediately pulled your hand to your chest. “What happened to your hand?” Hailey asked. “Nothing.” you didn't want to get into the topic of what happened. Lets just go to the district and get this over with.

“First of all i'm taking you to get your hand checked out and second of all i talked to jay, he's not gonna yell or do anything to you. He forgot that I have handcuffs and can arrest him” You chuckled at that last part, her and Jay didn't always agree.

Hailey took you to Michigan Arial Hospital (the other hospital in Chicago since she knew you didn't want to go to med) and it turns out you had a sprain, well you had a sprain before but since you didn't get medical attention earlier you now broke your hand. You got a light blue cast because light blue was Haileys favorite color and at the moment you didn't want to please nor even think about jay or will.

When you reached the district you said hi to Trudy and everyone else but you hid your arm because you didn't want to talk about it. “Hey, mini halsted” Adam greeted you. You didn't even reply and walked straight to the break room where Jay would be found since you didn't see him in the main area.

“Jay you will listen to every word this girl has got to say because if you don't, Voight’s standing right outside this door and he would love to hear how you're treating his Goddaughter,” Hailey says with a stern and serious voice.

All three of you sit down and you explain what Milly has been doing to you and everyone else in the school. And how Milly is the principal's niece so she never gets in trouble. You also get far enough to wear you explain why you currently have a cast on. “And she said if i ever told anyone she said she would get your fired and make your life miserable”

“Y/n- i dont even know what to say, i am so so sorry for not believing you when you first told us. I guess i was just mad you had gotten into a fight and i didnt think about anything else” Jay said as he pulled you into a tight hug

“Jay- careful of my hand” You gasped “and, i forgive you” you said with a soft sweet voice.

“Now if you excuse me I've got some CCTV footage to look at.” Jay said as he pulled apart from the hug and stood up. You knew Jay was never the emotional type and never wanted one of his colleagues to catch him crying, yet Hialeys saw him cry Millions of times.

As the team was going through the footage they kept backing up to the right spots until they reached the time of yesterday. Milly punching you in the eye, which explains why your eye looks a little swollen now.

“THERE! Right there is all the proof we need to prove y/n innocent on many levels.” Haileys shouts. “Alright, find phone numbers, addresses, figure out her relatives before we go for her. I want to make sure this girl gets what she deserves” Voight yells in his raspy voice.

Definitely working on part right now, i must say this is my favorite one so far since i've planned it out i've wanted it to go. Don't forget to read my other stories and look at my crazy wattpad reading lists. Thanks :)

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