#but his spin is worse and he doesn't get dizzy afterwards

[jellijellybean]

nsfw takes on some [JJK] characters mdni

don't laugh at me alright. im soft and mushy most days so there's no hardcore kinks in this one gang. ngl sometimes i get really nervous about posting my writing but then i remember i used to write on quotev when i was fourteen and feel arguably worse. as always put your ages in bios please and thank you. [word count: 2.1k]

warnings: nsfw. slight choking (gojo), overstimulation (receiving w/geto), alcohol mention (shoko), uhh none for (nanami) i believe, nails/scratching (utahime), oral (tojo)

a/n: this was written to be gender neutral. i might do the curses next because i am but a humble sukuna enjoyer (its such a shame he's always on my mind and never on me.)

Gojo:

I feel like he's the type to set the pace real gentle and slow. He doesn't get the opportunity to shower you with his affection as much as he'd like, but when he does it leaves you breathless.

He drags his palm up towards your neck so he can cup your face in one of those big hands of his. His lips don't stop ghosting over your neck as he trails kiss after kiss until he's brushing against your lips while the hand cupping your face suddenly trails down to carefully wrap his long fingers around your throat.

The squeeze is almost too faint to feel, but your head spins regardless and the chuckle that rumbles through his chest at your reaction makes your stomach explode with butterflies.

His favorite thing though?

Loves it so much when you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves the feeling of your arms wounding tight around his shoulders, how he's practically engulfed by you.

Seriously. He just loves the way you feel when you're here clinging to him down to the right amount of pressure, always leaving him dizzy from the rush he gets. When you whisper his name over and over again he feels invincible.

All the responsibilities, the pain, and sorrow can wait, everything, all his worries, all his hurt can fade into the background when your fingers brush through his hair, repeating soft, "I love you's,” into his mouth until your voice fades and his breath hitches.

Geto:

A tease through and through.

The type to whisper that he wants to hear what you want, all the filthy things that enter your mind, he wants to hear it all. Purposely, leaves you begging for more just so he can repeat the words of, "..say it for me one more time," before he thinks of continuing.  He's a bit more calculated with how well he sets the pace too.

Geto’s the type to observe your reactions, see how well you react to the way he slides in, how much pressure he'll need to use to have your legs shaking, and how sensitive you are to his touch. He takes his time to explore and learn just how to make your body sing.

You'd almost be startled by how often he focuses entirely on the way you feel when you're with him. The way you squeeze your eyes shut or when you try to pull him closer has his heart about to burst with the adoration he feels for you at that moment.

Be warned though, because of the pause he takes to admire you, to spend a few moments worshipping your very being — he'll absolutely overstimulate you afterwards, badly.

He might whisper that he's sorry, but he's almost there.. you can take a bit more, can't you? He got so distracted by you, he can't help it! The twitchy feeling below your stomach soon boils into burning pleasure when he continues the pace of his thrusts. He's kissing you, smothering your lips with kiss after kiss until your hands shake and your back arches once again.

Geto chuckles at the way your body tightens just right around him and he can't stop himself from cupping your face and holding it steady enough to keep your lips locked tight together.

Sigh. Isn't he so romantic?

Shoko:

You'd have to be the one to suggest anything, she's a busy woman with a packed schedule that leaves her exhausted.

Maybe, you decide to surprise her with a home-cooked dinner when she walks through the door and you finally get to see her tired smile as she tells you, you didn't have to.

You say it's the least you can do with the same bright grin you always wear and as you pull out the wine bottle kept safe for nights like this she caves and takes her seat right across from your own. Shoko's very thankful for your presence when you begin to talk about your day while she sits there and listens. A few drinks later and a quick movie leaves you guys on the couch, Shoko hovering above you as your hands rest against her hips.

The movie is long forgotten when you leave little nips and soft kisses against the sorceress' neck. Her shirt, slowly being pushed up and over her head just so you can continue to worship her delicate skin and watch the bites, scratches, and hickeys on her body slowly gain color.

Shoko’s more relaxed if anything, not really in a rush to get to where she needs to go. She is the type to really savor the moment as she tends to get lost in the way it feels the closer she gets to being pushed over that edge.

Something tells me she's also big on using her hands — mainly to touch your skin. Cup your face and trace the scars that you received from the time before you knew her. She even enjoys/savors the heat from your body as it slowly warms up her icy hands, and to Shoko, it's a constant reminder that you're here.

With her.

It keeps her grounded, especially after a long day of seeing sorcerers in different states of agony. You're her rock and she couldn't feel happier with anyone else, after all, you're all she needs in this world.

Nanami:

Nanami is a bit harder for me to calculate, but he gives very solid and strong vibes, give me a second to explain. Feels like his pace would be as steady as can be.. in the sense that he doesn't necessarily change it much. You might feel him get a bit rougher the closer he gets, really wanting to press deep, but he mostly keeps himself stable and has pretty good stamina overall.

Not the type to really get lost in the moment, but he tends to bask in the way his muscles tense and then how his body relaxes after he climaxes. He's a bit more on the quiet side too, not into talking too much but more into soft sighs and heavy breathing.

Don't expect his pace to be erratic unless you purposely tease him throughout the day — you'll know what's about to happen when he suddenly clasps a hand on your shoulder, pinky close enough to your neck he'd be able to caress the skin if he wanted to. He's ruthless, but still.. restrained in a sense until you goad him a bit more — keep babbling about whatever, tease him until you see the cracks in his self-control.

Man's will be talking then, whispering how exactly you affect him. How you invade his mind on days he needs to focus, how you're always there regardless of what he's doing.

When he's at work he wonders if you're awake. In the car he questions whether you've eaten or not and even when he's dealing with curses he thinks back to you.. at home waiting for him and he finds himself being a bit more careful.

Calculated and calm.

He needs to get home to you after all. Nanami tends to be a little more looser, letting out moans and groans more freely, his deep voice leaves you shivering. He normally falls asleep after nights like these though, arm wrapped taut around your body, making sure to keep you close to his chest. Just hold him tight and whisper that everything will be okay — he'll fully believe you.

Utahime:

Alright, something about this lady just gives me.. brat vibes (if you can say that.)

She won’t be downright mean to you but will do anything to get a reaction out of you so to speak. I’m talking when you guys are training and she manages to knock you down to the ground with a bright grin on her face all while exclaiming that she beat you!

Utahime can laugh and giggle all she wants about her victory and she might even say that you let your guard down, that you didn’t give it your all, and that you lost — to her.

It might make your blood boil a bit when she says those words to you, a slight tremble in your fingers as you reach for her arm to tug her down.

Now it’s your turn to laugh at the shock on her face, the way she whispers that your tactics are dirty, and the fact her face flushed at the realization of just how close you two were. You’re practically on top of her! She says it with a slight glare but your hands slip under her shirt before she even has a second to open her mouth again. It's funny watching, almost entranced, as her eyes widen before she tries to squirm away.

She stares, jaw slack, as the grin grows on your face when you throw a teasing remark back to her that gets her blood boiling all while teasing her chest. Utahime begins to take this as a challenge — to see who’s the real loser and before you realize it, girl has you flipped over with her hands underneath your shirt. Her strength surprises you as she slowly clambers on top of your body, feeling the way her nails ghost across your skin before digging into your shoulders.

Oof yeah, the nails are something she uses — often. Talking deep scratches along your back and shoulders that burn with an almost addicting pain, might even leave imprints when she cums with how hard she digs them into your skin. Sometimes it has you worried she’s drawing blood lol.

I also get talkative vibes from her, like she whispers soft curses and small threats like, “If you stop.. I’m going to kill you.” (LMAO) but the majority of the time, when you guys aren’t at each other’s throats, she’s a real softy with her words.

Very open about how good you make her feel and will gladly tell you so, but be warned because she expects the same energy back.

Honestly, just tell her how much you love her, how badly she affects you, and just how often she’s on your mind and I promise she’ll be eating out of your palm in no time because.. really.

All she wants is someone to love and appreciate the way she is without the need to hide any part of herself and look who's perfect for that.

Toji:

You guys probably met at some bar that served cheap booze and different types of filling foods. The screens on the tv’s playing random sports or the news or even some random cartoon — it’s overstimulating and you don’t even realize it until the sound of someone shuffling beside you is enough to drag your attention away.

The man doesn’t seem to acknowledge you but yawns very openly, you swear you’d be able to hear it if the people chatting weren’t so loud. Toji on the other hand, noticed you from across the room. His first thoughts were that you were cute looking, not really meant to be on this side of town without a reason, so he decided to sit next to you and see if you'd be interested in conversation.

(I can’t describe it but Toji to me doesn’t really give romantic vibes, but he’d still be at least somewhat considerate of your comfort and pleasure.)

Don't expect kisses to the lips and soft pillow talk, expect a bite to your ear and him forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Just ti keep himself hunched over your body until he's practically engulfing you and everything you are. Has a mix of having such a ruthless pace that leaves you gasping for air each time he bullies his way inside and then having the slow and lazy one with how gentle he rocks his hips into you when he feels like switching it up.

He won't admit it but he loves the fact you can never seem to hide the noises he drags out of you — it's a song only he's able to hear and that leaves him on cloud nine.

Might catch him lying on his back afterwards, staring at the ceiling with a somewhat blank look on his face. You might think that's it. That he's got what he wanted and is about to leave and never speak to you again, but the truth is, he's not sure how to ask if you'd be interested in meeting up like this again and again and again.

It's been a while since he's actually slept with someone he feels like he has good compatibility with and that's hard to find in this day and age. Won't say anything about it but you'll find it kind of weird when you slowly begin to see him around a bit more. Maybe he's walking down the street or standing in line at the grocery store and you see him again.

Call it fate or whatever but he draws you closer, like a moth to a flame. You'll learn about his thing with oral as time goes on. Loves the way you sound with his fingers in your mouth or when it's been such a rough day all he needs is you, on your back, trying to shove his head away while you beg and plead for some mercy.

It's honestly his favorite pastime. Let's just hope you two don't get into anything too frisky because my man is shameless and all I can say is godspeed soldier.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x gn!reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jelly's writings #bro #i honestly hope its alright cuz like.. im a bit all over the place lmao #love all my wives #currently having thoughts about the curses and the main trio #..give me time and we'll see (lying) #reminder to drink water losers. #also first post on tumble? jeez i feel. wrong.

[kyokittymeow]

Sick (Krux Edition)

Krux awoke from a restless sleep and immediately realized that something was wrong with him. His head was pounding so painfully that he thought it would explode at any moment.

He also felt terribly hot and dizzy. He really hoped he wasn't sick, because he didn't need that at all right now. Krux sat up grumbling and the dizziness increased. He groaned in pain and pressed a hand against his forehead.

He stood up carefully, a little unsteady on his feet, and left his room. He slowly shuffled into the kitchen and made himself tea as usual. He had to hold onto the kitchen counter to keep from tipping over. He felt like he was going to pass out at any moment.

Krux looked up when he heard footsteps behind him. Acronix walked sleepily into the kitchen and yawned. "Mornin'..." he murmured. Krux mumbled the greeting back absently. His younger brother was silent for a moment, frowning at him. "Are you okay? You look like shit."

Krux narrowed his eyes in disapproval, reached for his tea and sank into a chair. "I'm fine." He took a sip. "I just have a bit of a headache." Acronix padded towards him. "That looks like more than just a headache to me."

"It doesn't - Hey!" Krux jumped as Acronix slapped his hand on his forehead. The younger man gasped in horror and quickly withdrew it as if he had been burned. "Bro, you're blazing hot!"

Krux rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Nonsense. You're exaggerating again." Acronix put his hands on his hips. "Off to bed with you!" The elder stared at him with an indifferent look. "I'm not even thinking about it!"

"But you're sick!"

"I'm not sick!" Krux stood up, annoyed. He didn't feel like arguing with his brother. "Now stop annoying me. I have better things to do than-" He stopped, clinging to the back of the chair as he felt dizzy again.

Everything started to spin. He narrowed his eyes and groaned. "What's wrong with you?" Acronix asked worriedly, holding him by the shoulders. "It's nothing..." Krux muttered, trying to suppress the feeling of dizziness.

But it got worse and worse until he saw black spots in front of his eyes and slowly lost consciousness.

Krux opened his eyes and immediately regretted it. The bright sunlight shining through the window gave him a hell of a headache. He turned away and then realized he was tucked up in his bed. Judging by that, he must have actually fainted.

Krux sighed heavily. He felt miserable.

The next moment he heard hurried footsteps approaching. Acronix shot into his room. "Brother!" His shocked face lit up when he saw him. "You're awake!"

He sat down next to him on the bed. "I've been worried. How are you feeling?" Krux wanted to sit up, but his brother gently pushed him back. "Don't! You need to rest."

The older man sighed in resignation and sank back into his pillow. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Acronix asked.

Krux ran his hand over his face. "Go look if we have any headache pills." His twin nodded, stood up and quickly left the room.

Shortly afterwards, he could hear Acronix rummaging through the bathroom mirror cabinet, throwing several things to the floor. He rolled his eyes at the thought of what a mess he was making again.

"Nothing!" his brother shouted. Acronix padded back into the room. "Nothing at all," he repeated. Krux grumbled and massaged his forehead. The pain was hellish. Without medication he wouldn't get through the day.

"Should I go to the pharmacy?" Acronix asked, rocking up and down on his feet impatiently. Krux raised a skeptical eyebrow. He wasn't sure if his brother was the right person for it, especially since he liked to be distracted.

But there was no one else who could do it and he was far too weak to go outside. "Can you do that?"

The younger one frowned. "Of course I can do it! What kind of question is that?"

Krux was silent for a moment. "All right. But just don't cause any trouble, got it?"

Acronix nodded eagerly. "Yes!"

"No stealing, okay?"

Acronix's grin disappeared. "Why not?"

Krux had to pull himself together not to go crazy. "You're going to pay for this, do you understand?! We should attract as little attention as possible!"

His twin groaned in annoyance. "Okaaaay... If i have to."

Krux growled stressed. His headache had gotten worse.

Acronix took his time. Very, very much time. At least it took too long for Krux. "Where is this moron...?"

Just then he heard Acronix's voice and stomping in the hallway. "I'm back!" He burst into his room.

Krux huffed. "It's about time! What have you been doing for so long?" He stared confusedly at the full bag in his hand. "What did you buy there?!"

Acronix grinned mischievously. "You'll be surprised! I've thought of everything!" He plopped down on the bed and spilled the contents.

Krux stared in horror at the many different medications. "Have you completely lost your mind?!" he snapped at him. "I said headache pills! Not the whole pharmacy!"

Krux took a closer look at the many packages. He found sleeping pills, vitamin pills, or even something for...hay fever? He began to wonder if his brother had just chosen random medications without reading them thoroughly.

"I thought you might need all of this," his brother said with an innocent expression. "The more the better!"

Krux sighed heavily. "Whatever...Where are the headache pills?"

"Right, they're..." Acronix rummaged through the packagings. His eyes widened. "Oh no..."

"What?" Krux glared at him. "Please don't say you forgot them!"

Acronix swallowed. "Um...that can't be. I definitely took them with me...I think." Krux ran his hand over his face, groaning. "Acronix, you had one job and you seriously screwed it up?"

"I forgot, sorry!"

"How can you forget that?! Only you can do something like that!" Acronix scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I can go again and-"

"No, forget it," grumbled the older one. "You won't manage it."

Krux should have known. Acronix had no idea about today's pharmacies and the many different medications. After all, things looked completely different forty years ago. Back then they could only help themselves with herbs.

His younger twin sighed dejectedly. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Krux turned on his side. His head was still pounding. "Just let me sleep..."

Acronix nodded hesitantly. "Okay then...have a good rest!" Krux sighed and closed his eyes.

"Bro. Brooo!"

Krux grumbled. "Go away..."

"But I made you something to eat." The older man slowly opened his eyes and saw Acronix next to him, holding a bowl of soup in his hands. "You should eat something."

Krux sat up slowly. In fact, he was pretty hungry, which wasn't surprising since he hadn't eaten anything today. "Ah, thanks." He took the spoon and the bowl and tasted carefully.

He was surprised when the soup actually tasted good. It was easy to bite the dust when it came to Acronix's cooking skills. Especially when he prepared one of his 'own creations'. Since then, Krux has exclusively taken over the cooking.

"And?" Acronix cocked his head to the side. "Is it good?"

"It turned out pretty well for your standards," Krux commented. Acronix's eyes lit up with pride. "Ha! See? I can cook!"

"Don't get cocky..."

After Krux had eaten up, he stayed in bed, bored. Luckily, his headache had become more bearable after he rested. However, he still felt weak and sickly. Still, he had the urge to do something. Just lying in bed was too boring.

Carefully, so that he wouldn't suffer another attack of dizziness, Krux sat up and left his bed. He went into the kitchen and was shocked when he saw the mess his brother had left behind.

"He can't be serious..." Krux hated dirt and mess almost as much as he hated technology. Grumbling, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to get to work when Acronix suddenly padded sleepily into the kitchen and stared at his twin in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Krux pointed to the dirty dishes piling up in the sink. "Can you explain that to me?" Acronix had that innocence look on his face again, as if he wasn't aware of what he was talking about. "What about it?"

"How can you leave such a mess? Clean up here immediately!" The younger one sunk his shoulders. "I'll do it later..."

"You're doing it now," Krux replied in a tone that suggested no objection. His brother groaned in annoyance. "Okaaaay...I got it..."

He began washing the dirty plates and scrubbing them clean with a sponge. Krux sighed heavily. He felt even more exhausted than before. "This boy is going to kill me..." he muttered quietly to himself as he dragged himself back to his room.

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"Come on, knock!"

"No, you knock!"

"It was your idea!"

Blunck and Raggmunk stood undecided in front of Krux's closed door. The two vermillion had not been given any task yet because the time twins had not shown up yet today. So they decided to simply ask themselves.

Blunck took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll do it." He hesitantly knocked on the door. "Sir? Can we speak to you for a moment?" The two warriors waited, but there was no answer. They looked at each other confused.

"No answer."

"And now?"

"We'll just go in...?" Raggmunk's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?! We are forbidden from entering this room!"

"Maybe he's not even there?" Blunck argued, putting his hand on the doorknob.

Raggmunk looked frightened. "I warned you." Blunck carefully opened the door and what the two of them saw surprised them. Krux was sleeping in bed.

"He's...sleeping?" Raggmunk whispered. "At this time?"

"That's strange..." Blunck tiptoed towards him, as if he was approaching a dangerous animal.

"What are you doing...?!" Raggmunk hissed quietly. "Hey, look!" Blunck whispered back. "Krux doesn't look good at all." The other vermillion walked up to him and was startled when he saw the time master's pale face.

"I don't know anything about humans..." he began, "...but that doesn't really look healthy to me." Blunck nodded in agreement. "Is he even still alive?" He shook his shoulder. "Sir? Sir!"

"Don't do that..."

"Sir! Can you hear me?" Krux's eyebrows furrowed and he made a grumbling noise. "Ah! He's waking up!" Raggmunk stated. "Sir? Are you okay?"

Krux opened his eyes just a tiny bit. "What are you idiots doing here? Get out." The two vermillion tensed up. "Um...w-well..." Raggmunk stuttered. "We...we're waiting for orders..."

The time twin sat up with a groan. His hair was disheveled and he had dark circles under his eyes. They had never seen him so battered. "I don't know if you mindless creatures have noticed, but I'm sick," Krux clarified irritably. "That means it's not possible for me to give you any orders."

"And...what should we do now...?" Blunck asked uncertainly. Krux sank back into his pillow with a sigh. "My brother will definitely find some task for you."

"Uh...okay..."

"Leave now...!"

The vermillions saluted and quickly left the room. "Phew...that was close," Raggmunk said. "I thought he was going to rip our heads off."

"I don't think he would have been able to do it in that condition."

"Whatever. Let's find Acronix."

They quickly found the younger twin lying on the sofa. From the look on his face, he didn't seem to be feeling well either. He had his eyes closed and was whimpering plaintively.

Blunck and Raggmunk looked at each other in surprise. "Is that a twin thing?" Raggmunk asked quietly. "If one of them gets sick, the same thing happen to the other?" Blunck just shrugged. He turned to Acronix, who hadn't noticed the two yet.

"Acronix...sir?" The younger man didn't react at first, but then he turned his back on them and muttered, "Fuck off..." The warriors blinked in surprise. "Are you not feeling well?" Raggmunk dared to ask.

Acronix didn't respond. The warriors exchanged perplexed looks again. "Let's leave him alone, i guess" Blunck said. Raggmunk nodded before they walked away from him.

"Wait!" Acronix suddenly shouted. The two stopped abruptly.

"Get Krux." The two saluted. "Aye!"

They quickly rushed to Krux's room and opened the door quietly. Blunck swallowed anxiously. "S-sir?" Krux groaned in annoyance. "Can't i just suffer in peace here? What do you dolts want now?"

"Uh, your brother..." Raggmunk began hesitantly. "He asks for you."

"There's something wrong with him," Blunck added. Krux sighed. "There's always something wrong with him."

It took him a few seconds to get up and leave his bed. He mumbled something about 'annoying brat' as he dragged himself out of the room.

Blunck and Raggmunk led him into the living room, where Acronix was lying limp on the sofa. "What's wrong with you?" Krux asked harshly as he padded towards him. The younger one opened his eyes and stared angrily at his brother. "You infected me!"

"Nonsense," Krux objected. "You've barely been near me." He touched his forehead and looked puzzled. "Oh? You have a high fever." Acronix grumbled. "I knew it. You did infect me..."

Krux sighed. "Jeez, that can't be possible..." His twin was shaking all over and whimpering. "I'm feeling like shit..." Krux turned to Blunk and Raggmunk. "Bring him a blanket and a wet cloth."

The commanders saluted and walked away. They quickly got the things they asked for and returned to the living room. Krux sat on the sofa and gently petted Acronix's head.

The elder turned around and quickly pulled his hand away when he noticed the two warriors. "What are you staring at?!" he snapped, looking embarrassed for a moment. "Hand it over!" Blunck and Raggmunk jumped in shock. "Y-yes!" They handed him the blanket and the cloth.

Krux covered his brother with the blanket and placed the damp cloth on his burning forehead. Acronix sighed in relief. Krux grumbled irritably to himself before turning his attention back to the vermillions.

"And now to you." Blunck and Raggmunk looked up. "You'll take care of Acronix, understand?!" he ordered. "Since I'm still a little sick myself, you can listen to his whining."

"U-us?" Blunck's eyes widened. "Why us of all people?!" Krux's expression darkened. "You wanted a task, didn't you? So shut your mouth and follow my command!"

The commanders saluted again. "Yes, sir..." Krux growled and left the two of them alone with his sick twin. Now they stood there indecisive and didn't really know what to do.

"Um...is there anything we can do for you, young master?" Raggmunk asked uncertainly. Acronix's eyes slowly opened. "Just shut up..."

The warriors exchanged weary glances. "This could be tiring."

"Ideed..."

#ninjago #ninjago krux #ninjago acronix #lego ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #my post

[funnywormz]

For when you’re stuck in waiting room hell again: I’ve been thinking about Spamvil going ice skating. I think it could be really cute, but also. I can see Spamton getting his nose stuck in the ice like what would happen in an episode of SpongeBob. Jevil could just spin him around for laughs but that aside, it’s fun to think about them having a nice night out. Hope the waiting room treats you well!

OOOOUUUGH tysm for the ask!! that's such a nice thing to imagine... ice skating has a lot of potential for goofy shenanigans for sure...... idk if this was what you meant with the nose thing but i have this mental image now of spamton falling over on his front but his nose hits the ice first and gets stuck in it like an arrow and he's just left there suspended by his nose kinda flailing around lmao

in terms of how the actual skating would go.......

personally i headcanon jevil as being a pretty physically adept person, maybe with some gymnastics type skills bc of his history as an entertainer?? either way i think his hand-eye coordination would be good and i don't think he'd have a problem with something like ice skating. he'd probably take to the rink straight away and be doing cool tricks and stuff in barely any time at all.

spamton i kinda see as being the opposite to that lol. i don't think he ever would have been a particularly physically-oriented person and since being puppet-ified, the awkwardness of his body and just generally not being at home in his own skin has made it worse. he is physically strong but it's more just brute strength and it doesn't have any direction or coordination behind it. like if you got him to do that test drunk ppl have to do where they are meant to walk in a straight line, he would probably fail instantly even if he was completely sober. so smth like ice skating would probably entail a lot of slipping and crashing out on the ice lol.

jevil would probably mess with him a bit, like spinning him around like you mentioned and making him dizzy, or trying to get him to do things which are kinda above his skill level. but he wouldn't push it too far/to the point where spamton would get upset, bc i would assume this scenario takes place when they already have an established relationship and are more aware of/caring abt each others needs/personalities/etc.

this concept has a lot of romantic potential too aside from just silly stuff. like jevil helping spamton stay upright on the ice and gripping him by the waist to keep him steady... spamton would probably be grumpy and embarrassed abt the whole situation at first (possibly jevil had to try hard to convince him to do it???) but he ends up enjoying it and laughing and just genuinely having a good time without even realising he is....... maybe they dance together on the ice and give each other little kisses and go get hot chocolates afterwards........ i will stop here before i get too sappy but anyways i greatly enjoy this scenario, tysm for the ask and the idea, it is not smth i had previously considered but not it will live in my mind rent free forever /pos <3 <3

#spamvil #ask

[whumpmatsus]

Ooh, could you perhaps do ⚓️ please?

snez/illness/allergies/etc. meme! & EVEN MORE character snez/illness/allergy/etc. asks!! / ACCEPTING!

⚓️: Do they get seasick, carsick, or airsick at all? If so, how bad is it, generally? Can it be taken care of with medicine, or does that not help at all?

absolutely!! uwu

❤️ Osomatsu doesn't usually get carsick or airsick, but shit, put him on a ship in the middle of the ocean and he's miserable. Even though it's not so bad that he's constantly puking, he's nauseous practically from the time he steps on until he gets back on dry land. He is able to help himself by staying on the upper deck, and medicine dulls the nausea enough that he usually can get away with just being sick a few times.

💙 Karamatsu gets motion sick pretty easily, especially on airplanes more than cars or ships. It comes along with a lot of dizziness and lightheadedness for him, and feeling like he can barely eat. The good thing about it is that medicine does work... but typically only if he takes it before the symptoms actually start. If he forgets or takes an additional dose after he starts feeling nauseous, it'll just barely make a dent in it.

💚 Choromatsu gets it so bad, it's not even funny. Almost always on ships or planes, though he can get it in cars if he looks out the window. He complicates it on ships by curling up belowdecks, which is the worst place for a seasick person. Motion sickness meds do an okay job, but if he has to be on a ship or a plane, he'll need something to throw up in for most of the journey, and he'll have vertigo the whole way.

💜 Ichimatsu is worst during car rides, and opposite of Choromatsu, he's so much worse when he isn't looking out the window. If he has to focus his eyes on anything inside the car as opposed to what they're driving by, he gets incredibly nauseous. Sticking his head out helps to get some fresh air, but most of the time, motion sickness medicine barely touches it, unfortunately.

💛 Jyushimatsu doesn't get too much motion sickness of any kind, not normally at least. His weakness is during airplane flights, but even that isn't too terrible for him. Once in a while it'll hit hard; for the most part, he throws up a couple times and feels better, and/or he brings motion sickness pills which help immensely. The worst part of it, for him, is the vertigo that comes with it, that has him squeezing his eyes shut and clinging to anyone who will let him.

💖 Totty actually gets sick on carnival rides, believe it or not, more than how any of his brothers feel ill. Car rides, boat rides, airplanes, he's fine... but put him on a roller coaster or a tilt-o'-whirl and, predictably, it doesn't take long for him to start vomiting. He avoids that shit like the plague, especially because he's dizzy for a while afterwards. Thankfully, if he can stop spinning long enough to take meds, they usually work pretty fast for him.

#Osomatsu san #whump #headcanons #motion sickness #carsickness #airsickness #seasickness #Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Totty #poor boys!!! <3

[sicjimin]

:: Stomach flu Baton Touch :: pt.2

A.N : this is the continuation of this fic , where Jimin got Beomgyu's sickness :] this is a lil bit short but i hope you like it ~

TW : emeto

"Okay, 5 minutes break!", the camera director shouts, followed by make-up noona running to them, busy fixing their foundation or else. Yoongi was on his phone, while his stylist dabbing more lip balm to his lips when he feels someone taking his left hand and squeezing it lightly. He diverts his gaze from the phone, locking it before putting it in his pocket, " Jimin-ah?", he cocked his brow after he found out whose fingers are they, "Why?"

Jimin stays still, his fingers still lingering on Yoongi's hand until his stylist retreats back. He mustered a polite thank you smile before she walks out. "Hyung.."

Yoongi hums, "I feel sick", and with those remarks, Yoongi's eyes widen.

" What? sick?"

Jimin nods, huffing nauseated breathe through his lips, examining his own body. He already feels off the moment he wake up, thinking that it might be the air conditioner that on the whole night made him feel a little bit shivering, but it turns out wrong as the chill hasn't left his body up until now. Instead, it spreading to another terrible feeling—he feels dizzy, and his stomach. It feels too bloated to his liking, like someone filling him with a lot of water and then spinning him back and forth. He feels sick. He feels faint.

"I feel nauseous. I need to lie down", he concludes.

Yoongi bites his lips, and so is Jimin. One is contemplating how to help the younger, while the other holding back something else that might comes out of his mouth.

"Let's get out from-", Yoongi hasn't finished his words before the camera director yells at them to get back for the next shoot. He could hear Jimin groans. He squeezed the latter shoulders, " Can you hold on for few minutes? After this we are done"

Jimin nods, huffing again as he set himself next to Yoongi and Namjoon.

Few shutters later, the camera director shouts a "Great job! That's all for today, Thank you!", and with that Jimin runs out from the studio, succumbing to overwhelming nausea, completely ignoring Yoongi's call or the other confused gaze.

He heaved through his way to the bathroom as running only jostles his stomach more. He burst the door open and rushing to the empty stalls. He didn't care about locking it properly as he immediately hunched over the toilet. His vision was hazy and dizzy. He can smell the bile in his throat rising up. He gags, spurting a mouthful of thick liquid from his lips. He winces with the loud sound of it plopping to the toilet. He leans forward, vomiting some more into the bowl. The sounds and the sight only make his stomach churn over and over again. He couldn't seem to stop himself from emptying his stomach, giving up his lunch, breakfast, and dinner yesterday to drain on the toilet.

" That's it, let it out", Jimin almost jump on his skin if he wasn't feeling dizzy and nauseous, when he feels a hand rubbing his back up and down. It was comforting though, and he could feel his body calming down.

His vision clearing a little bit and his nausea has decreased slightly but not gone entirely away. He wipes off his mouth and turns to look up at the person who comforted him. His face was flushed from being sick, the tip of his nose red and he looks very pale.

"Yoongi hyung ..", he croaked out before his stomach decided to twist, sending him turn toward the bowl and puke again. Yoongi's heart clenches as he watches Jimin's expression, his brows furrowing in pain. He rubs his back soothingly.

"Hey, shh, you're doing good. Just keep breathing", Yoongi murmurs softly to him.

After a couple of minutes had passed by, the other stopped heaving.

"You alright now?"

Jimin nodded, leaning his body against the wall as he feels exhausted. Yoongi flushes the toilet, bat the toilet paper to wipes the younger wet lips. Jimin opened his eyes, "Hyung .. "

"What's wrong?"

Jimin's head laid softly onto Yoongi's shoulder as he wrapped both arms around Jimin's waist, "I feel horrible"

"I know. Do you want to go home?", Yoongi offers. He frowns when he feel pricking warmth on his skin, "I think you're growing a fever"

"Mmm, I know", Jimin says and closes his eyes. He feels like throwing up once more. His stomach really make a war with him today.

"You are, Jiminie. Let's go home, okay? You're in no shape to continue our schedule"

A tired whine escapes from Jimin's lips, but he doesn't say anything in response when Yoongi gently pushes Jimin away from him and stands, supporting the younger's weight as he walked with him to exit the bathroom.

"How are you even get sick?"

"I don't know", Jimin mumbled, " I think i caught whatever Beomgyu had few days ago"

The pair walk out slowly, Jimin was still swaying on his feet, once in a while complain of wanting to throw up as his stomach churned with every step he takes. Yoongi kept on giving him support by placing one arm around Jimin's waist until they reach the car. Yoongi opened the driver's side first while Jimin sat on the passenger seat.

Yoongi thought the ride home will go smoothly as it seems like Jimin was completely out of it and immediately sleep the moment his back touching the passenger seat. But Yoongi's thought was wrong.

"Hyung", Jimin croaked out, still groggy from his few minutes slumber that not making him feel better but the complete opposite. Yoongi diverts his gaze from the road, moving his left hand to reach Jimin's thigh, giving it a small rub, " Oh, you're awake?"

Jimin nods, "Feel worse hyung"

"You can sleep again, we still have few minutes until we arrived"

Jimin huffs, shifting in his seat. He could feel nausea creeping up on his body again, sending an uncomfortable twist in his stomach. He wants to rub it, but the seatbelt is on the way.

They spent the rest of the ride in silence, only a faint sound of a radio playing with Yoongi's occasional humming and tapping on the steering wheel filling in. Jimin on the other side is busy, watching the green tree and some building that passed by quickly on his eyes, giving him something to focus on other than his upset stomach. But it didn't last long until he inhales a shaky breath. He gives up. The car starts to feel hot despite the air conditioner that is on. It's suffocating and makes him dizzy.

"Hyung", Jimin calls out, gulping down the faint taste of warm liquid on the back of his throat, " Can we pull over?"

"Huh?", Yoongi takes a glance and curses under his breath when he sees Jimin's pale lips quiver. " Shit, okay .. hold on", he mutters, almost panicking when some of the cars didn't give him the way. Jimin fidgets on his seat, and not wasting his time to immediately open the door the moment Yoongi managed to pull over. He didn't bother to take off his seatbelt too as his stomach already lurch up to his throat, sending mouthfuls of white vomit spurts from his lip to the asphalt below. He grimaces at the sensation, before another round followed by, this time sending a bigger stream, making him coughs and shuddered after. The pressure from the seatbelt against his twisting stomach only makes everything worse, as his stomach is eager to empty everything in it.

Jimin coughs when he feels he's empty, closing the door as he sniffles, and leaned himself back. His exhaustion levels are reaching the roof now.

"Done?", Yoongi asks, wiping his wet lips and hands him a bottle of water that he gladly accepts. He grimaces when it tastes bitter against his tongue. They sat in silence as Jimin catching his breath.

"I want to go home hyung .. 'm tired and just-", Jimin breaks the silence between them. His voice cracking at the end as tears managed to slip out. Yoongi smiles sadly, running his thumb to the younger cheeks to wipes the tears, " Okay, we're gonna arrived soon" , he says softly before he leaned back and starts entering the lane again.

Once they enters the house, Yoongi quietly carried Jimin to their room. Jimin's head rested on Yoongi's chest and their arms were wrapped around Yoongi too tightly. Yoongi smiled fondly at the sight and gently tucked Jimin in bed. He covered him with a warm duvet as carefully as possible. Once that's done he walked out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. He makes sure that Jimin's sleeping peacefully and turned his lights off and headed towards the kitchen to prepare some soup.

"Oh, you're up?", Yoongi asks as he walks into their room. The faint sound of humidifier greeting him.

"Yeah...", Jimin's voice came weakly as he tried sitting up.

"Good. Now, eat", he handed Jimin the bowl which the boy immediately whines and groans, curling himself back under the blanket.

" Jimin-ah"

"No"

"Yah! you need to take your medicine, and you can't do that if your stomach is empty!", Yoongi scolds as he tugs the blanket down.

"Hyung," Jimin's whine is evident this time, "I will throw it back up. I don't want to"

"Even Beomgyu isn't this hard to manage", Yoongi mutters under his breath.

" I hear that hyung"

"I know"

Jimin pouts. "Jimin-ah, just a few bites, okay?", Yoongi sighs in defeat.

Jimin lets out a defeated sigh too but nods nonetheless. Yoongi puts on a spoon and brings it near the younger's mouth, "Eat."

Jimin does, albeit reluctantly but he eats all the soup and heaving afterward. He lets out a long relieved breath before he buries his head on Yoongi's shoulder.

"Good", Yoongi ruffled his hair affectionately, "Now drink the rest of this water".

He takes the glass from the nightstand and the medicine, hands it to Jimin to sip from before handing it back to the younger.

Yoongi smiles fondly and wraps one arm around the younger, the other resting over Jimin's tummy, massaging. "Better?".

Jimin nods. "Now what?"

"Now we sleep", Yoongi tells as he stood up, scooting himself beside the younger that happily curled himself smaller. He pulled the blanket around himself, tugging it over both his head and Yoongi's. "Come", Yoongi holds his hand as he pulls him gently. "We'll cuddle"

Jimin's lips curl up in a smile, "You're the best hyung"

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

[min-yunki-agustd]

Hi there! Sorry to hear you have COVID :( that's so bad) I really wish you a quickly recovery!! Hope soon you feel better!!!

Btw Ate you still accepting request?

I wanted to request for a Sope sick fanfic.

Where Yoongi is the caretaker, and Hoseok is the sickie baby.

The scenario could probably be they are doing a presentation, an as it is small, afterwards they have to do a vlive, but Hobi during all the concert and even before it had began since past night he had been having an upset stomach, the dancer believing he just has an upset stomach from dinner not agreeing with him, but it just gets worst, he is having extremely abdominal pain, dizziness nausea, and cramps, as he is really gassy, but he doesn't want to tell as he doesn't want to not be on stage.

Yoongi discovers it, and ask medical staff to examine him and determine if his condition is dangerous to go on stage. (I would love a really detail tummy examination, with description of bloating, the noises, gurgles, bubbling inside, how sickie feel about it, and also Yoongi watching it, and while doctor press his sick bloated belly his belly complain with sounds he even moan from pain or even fart a little from the pressure, that would be so cute)

The diagnosis could be something like food poisoning, a stomachal bug or virus, or an intestinal infection, plus stress and nerves.

After it's decide he will be on stage, but on the last song he pukes out, and he is so embarrassed that he began having an anxiety attack.

Yoongi is the one to take care, and take him to the hotel rooms afterwards, and even during their sope vlive, they tell people Hobi's condition, and why he threw up as to not concerned them but as Hobi is being really bother on his tummy they ended up soon and Yoongi stays with him taking care.

Thanks hope you can write it! I really love all your writtings!! Are so awesome!! :)

Feel better soon! :( You can do it!! You see soon you'll feel better!

Thank you for requesting! This is quite detailed, I can already tell I'm going to have a lot of fun with this! Because it is so detailed I will make this into three parts. I wanna make sure I get every detail. Also thanks for the kind words!

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PART : 1/3

TW: in correct medical stuff, mention of emeto

3AM

Hobi had been tossing and turning all night. It was too early to get up he turned over facing His bedside table. The alarm clock flashed three o'clock. Hobi felt a cramp in his stomach he cringed and curled in on His stomach. For a moment he thought the pain from last night was gone but here it was back again to haunt him. He sat up. His vision blurred and his head was spinning. When he felt confident enough that he wouldn't fall over, he made for a slow walk to the bathroom...

Once he finally made it to the bathroom he held the door frame for support and opened up the bathroom cabinet. There wasn't much medicine left there, and there was nothing that could help with the pain in his stomach or the dizziness. He poured water on his face and went back to bed hoping the pain he was in would just go away.

He was awakened to someone violent shaking him awake. It was Yoongi. "Hobi! were late! what are you doing?! Hobi!" hobi opened his eyes. His stomach was hurt ten times worse than when woke up before and that night combined. Maybe it was something he ate? he thought to himself. at that same moment his stomach gurgled loudly. Yoongi heard it. " you hungry? , I'll put your breakfast on the table." before hobi could say anything yg was already gone.

Hobi skipped breakfast, he felt bad about it but he couldn't stomach even look at a meal right now. He just pretended he was in to much of a rush to eat. He immediately got dressed and ready and hopped in the van with the other members. Somehow Yoongi ended up being sat beside him. He was hoping to have a seat in the back by himself he didn't want anyone seeing him rub at his stomach. He knew they would ask questions.

As the car was driving on His stomach made a gurgling sound. This made yg look at him. yg asked if he every ate that breakfast he put out for him. Hobi said no. He used the lie of not having the time to get to it. Yoongi expressed his anger and eventually left him alone about it. Hobi's stomach continued to make noises and ache. His stomach was starting to get bloated and that was making him feel gassy. He tried to contain himself but he couldn't ( I couldn't think of how to phrase it lol )

Yoongi didn't comment on it. He just continued to stare out of the window. Hobi was begin to get nervous. Hopefully his stomach won’t sound like this for the meeting they were going to. The car when to a stop he had arrived. Hobi must of zoned out during the ride.

——-time skip to after the meeting——————

They meeting was terrible. At least it felt terrible for Hobi. His stomach ached the entire time and when ever someone heard his stomach they’d assume he was hungry so they’d tell him to eat one of the snacks displayed for the meeting. Eating the snacks upset his stomach even worse. When the meeting finally ended he was left feeling way bloated achy and full.

Hobi was starting to feel extremely nervous because what was scheduled next would be the concert after the meeting. They would go to the sound check and the concert would begin a few hours after. He was worried himself sick, he didn’t know if he he would be able to make it to the concert feeling like this. Thinking about how he was feeling and the concert a head made him feel more cramps in his stomach. The craps would leave him feeling lightheaded and dizzy. Worrying himself my his stomach hurt to the point of nausea. He held on to his stomach to ease the pain. He forgot were he was for a moment.

The boys were still in the room that they had the meeting in. They were waiting for their ride over to were they’d have their concert. Most of the boys were talking , messing around ,or eating the snacks left on the table. All accept Yoongi who sat quietly across the room. He watched Hobi’s every move. He couldn’t help but take noticed to how Hobi was acting today. It seemed like something was wrong. He’d guess by the way Hobi would hold his stomach every so often , that Hobi’s stomach was giving him some trouble. Hobi seemed to be in pain. He also noticed how loud Hobi’s stomach was. It wasn’t usually very loud even when he was hungry. Yoongi kept all of these thoughts himself , but decided he’d speak up when he felt like he needed to. He didn’t want to alarm the boy it just seemed like he had a lot of stuff going on and maybe he was just nervous or something about the concert.

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Part 2 will be out soon ….

#bts fanfic #bts emeto #bts sickfic #sick bts #sope fanfiction #sick hoseok #hobi fanfiction #caretaker #sick fic #sickie #tw nausea #tw: emeto #tw emetophobia #tw vomit #tw stomachache

[sicjimin]

A.N : plugging another draft .. a no sense and plotless fic of Jimin being sick in the early morning TT i hope u like this one. I want to do the request but my brain still won't let me, but i missed being here so maybe I'll put some of my drafts one by one if thats are okay.

TW : emeto

Jimin pants, gripping tightly to the sink as he rides the sloshing in his stomach. He opened his eyes slowly, greeted by brown mess splattering all over the sink, that it contains his dinner yesterday. His stomach twist, he jolts forward, gurgling up more liquid from his body. He gasps quietly before he retches again. Tears fall from his eyes, the water in his stomach is making its way out of his throat. He bends down further, his legs are shaking and he can’t stand anymore if it's not because of Jungkook's tight grip on his waist.

"Oh my god Hyung, you're so sick", Jungkook murmurs, his hand hasn't left the older back since the latter start vomiting. Jimin ducked his head down. It feels like he has been throwing his guts out for so long but why nausea hasn't subsided yet?

" I feel horrible, Kook", he whimpers. His palm pressed to his stomach, attempting to ease the pain. The younger fingers brush through his sweaty hair soothingly.

"I know. but it will pass", Jungkook hums, " Are you done?"

Jimin shakes his head. He didn't want to move yet, not when his stomach still wreaking havoc in there. They stay there in silence. Jimin fighting nausea and Jungkook just watch his hyung in sadness.

Jimin groans, lifting his head when he feels the urge to throw up crawling on him again. His head spins with dizziness. Jungkook looks at his tired boyfriend worriedly, taking a hold of his wrist softly, rubbing circles gently onto Jimin's palm.

"You're okay hyung", Jungkook whispers.

It didn't take long before Jimin's nausea morph into another round of vomit. Jimin's body jolts forward, ducking his head deeper into the sink, as water spurts out from his lips, spraying in a big stream, leaving the older chokes and gasps for air. The next session was more watery liquid, that he managed to get out and over more quickly than he expected. He spits after the last heave tapered down.

Exhausted is underrated to say what Jimin feels right now.

" Kook..", Jimin slurs weakly. His legs start to feel like jelly.

Jungkook holds onto the older tighter, holding Jimin steady.

"You're okay", Jungkook murmurs, "Let's take you to bed, is that alright?"

He doesn't reply. He's too tired to do anything. Jungkook helps the smaller lean on his chest as they make their way to their room. Once inside, the door closes behind them. Jungkook lays Jimin on the bed carefully.

Jimin sighs instantly, curling his body smaller and wrapped the blanket around him completely, drowning his small figure. He felt cold. He actually wanted nothing more than a warm nice shower because he feels gross all over, but he knew that he could possibly puke once more. Not knowing how much is going to happen again even he already feels empty. He didn't want to risk that, so instead, he buries himself beneath the covers.

Jungkook frowns lightly, his hand brushing the other's fringe away from his eyes. Jimin whines.

Jimin opens his eyes and looks at Jungkook , giving a soft smile. Jungkook returns the gesture, placing his hand against Jimin's forehead.

"How do you feel?", he asks, worries evident in his voice.

"I'm fine".

"No", Jungkook scoffs, moving Jimin's bangs away from his forehead, "Throwing up at 5 AM is not fine, Jiminie"

Jimin chuckles, "I know, i'm sorry i wake you up. My initial plan was just to drink some water"

Jungkook huffs, "How do you feel, now?"

"I feel like shit.", Jimin mumbles, " Dizzy, empty, cold .. everything"

"Well, you look like shit"

The younger jokes making Jimin laugh softly, throwing the nearest pillow he could get.

"I'll go get some water for you, then", Jungkook mutters.

Jimin grabs his wrist, " No, stay"

"Hyung, you need water. You haven't got anything in your stomach yet"

"No!", Jimin exclaims, "Don't wanna be alone, please",

Jungkook sighs, he plops himself next to the older, pulling the blanket enough to cover his lower body. Jimin cuddles closer.

"What is it?"

"My head hurts", Jimin mutters.

Jungkook strokes through Jimin's hair, "Your stomach does too".

Jimin nods and rests his chin on Jungkook's chest. It's comfortable.

"Do you want me to rub your stomach?" Jungkook asks softly, smiling softly as Jimin shakes his head.

"I don't think I can handle it yet."

Jimin yawns, burying himself deeper on the older's chest. He's feeling exhausted.

"Okay, then", Jungkook smiles, still running his fingers on the blonde hair, " Rest hyung", he mumbles before he let his body relaxed too, hoping he won't wake up to another episode of sickness.

--

Jungkook is stirred awake when he feels a constant shake on his shoulder.

"Huh?", he sleepily mumbled, his eyes still half-closed, but he's /awake/

" Kook", Jimin's voice is hoarse and Jungkook is fully awake.

"Hyung, what is it? Are you okay?"

Jimin shakes his head, "I think i'm gonna puke-", a gag cutting his words. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the wave to pass, "-again. Can you help me to the bathroom? I'm too dizzy to move"

Jungkook nods, helping the elder to sit up. He puts an arm around Jimin's waist, trying to stop any unnecessary movements. Jimin leans heavily against him, Jungkook supports most of his weight, trying not to drop him. Jimin pushes himself up until he can make it into the bathroom. His hand protectively circled around his stomach, keeping it from suddenly lurching out his content.

They are already in the doorway before Jimin's body gives up. The older suddenly heave into his palm, letting out a gut-wrenching moan. Jungkook flinches from the force.

"Hyung hyung .. few steps again, kay? Hold it hyung", Jungkook chatters panicky. Jimin closed his eyes, letting Jungkook guide his body as he's too busy to keep his stomach down. Jimin's stomach churns loudly, he grips his stomach tighter.

Once his eyes catch a sight of toilet, he let his body take control. His stomach didn't waste time, it emptied itself into the toilet.

He has never been a loud puker, but this time his gag and the sound of vomit splashing against the water feel too loud in his ears. It echoes. And it only makes him feel disgusted and his stomach twists further.

Jungkook watches helplessly, rubbing up and down to the older arched back that tenses with every heave he let out.

Jimin lets out a whimper as he feels liquid keep pouring out of his mouth. He hasn't eaten anything yet, why he has so much to throw up?

Jungkook's hands curl more around Jimin's waist protectively, " Hyung .. gosh, you're so sick"

"Nnghh.... I don't like this feeling", Jimin moaned before he back at it again. The sound of retching, coughing and the sound of liquid hitting water fills the room until finally it goes silent. Heaves follow afterward as Jimin falls back into Jungkook's embrace, exhausted.

" Kook ..", Jimin mumbles, his whole body shaking with exhaustion, "Can we.. lay down?", he stammers out weakly.

Jungkook nods, lowering himself slowly so they both sit down on the cold bathroom tile. Jungkook stretched his arms to flush the toilet, wiping Jimin's wet lips as the older seems to out of it. Jungkook sighs. He hates seeing Jimin in pain.

Jungkook pulls Jimin close to him, " Do you want to move to bed again hyung? It's too cold here. Your fever might be worse", he says softly, looking at the pale face of the older.

"I have .. fever?", Jimin mumbled weakly.

Jungkook hums, nodding. " You're warm. But its not too high, i think medicine will do"

Jimin gags at the mention of medicine.

"I don't want to"

Jungkook hushes him, "You have to hyung .. or you won't get better"

Jimin sighs, nodding slightly. He wants to argue, but he couldn't really find his energy within himself to fight.

"We'll get you to bed and some water first then", Jungkook says, guiding the older to stand up.

Jimin groans softly, swaying side to side. He feels lightheaded. Jungkook steadies him on his feet, supporting his entire weight with ease. They make their way to the bedroom slowly, Jimin stumbling slightly as he walks. He can hear Jungkook whispering soothing things to him.

"Almost there Jiminie"

Jungkook helps Jimin to lie comfortably on the bed. Jungkook sits beside him, grabbing a small bottle of medicine from his nightstand and handing it to Jimin. The latter takes it.

"Drink", Jungkook requests softly. Jimin sighs but complies, taking a big sip from the tiny bottle of pills.

Jimin sighs, closing his eyes. His breathing starts to become slower, his muscles relaxing as his breathing gets lighter.

" Kook", Jimin slurs quietly. He stares blearily at Jungkook who is staring back at him. Jimin reaches over, brushing his thumb across Jungkook's palms on his covered blanket thighs. A slight smile gracing his lips.

"Thank you", he whispers gently. " And i'm sorry for waking you up again"

Jungkook shakes his head, "It's okay. I would've woken up either way".

"Still.."

"It's alright", Jungkook assures. He continues running his fingers up and down Jimin's thighs.

A smile spreads across Jimin's lips, "Let's sleep again"

Jungkook agrees, "Yeah, you go to sleep. I will call Jin-hyung or Yoongi-hyung to look for you. I have schedule later"

"It's okay, i can take care-"

"I know you can", Jungkook cut the older words, " But i don't want you to. You barely keep your eyes open!"

Jimin pouts, "Fair point", he mumbled. " Argh, i hate being sick", he groans into his pillow.

"Blame your immune hyung", Jungkook teases.

Shut up", Jimin says with a chuckle. He throws an unamused glance towards Jungkook, who giggles lightly, "Sleep well, Minnie", Jungkook whispers. Jimin hums tiredly, shifting his gaze back to the wall above him.

" Good morning Kook", Jimin mumbled before slipping into his exhaustion.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!jungkook