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primussavethesemechs · 8 months

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I want the human/cybertronian life difference to be talked about more in canon

Cuz I mean. it’s RIGHT THERE.

Just a smidgen of true acknowledgment I BEG YOU HASBRO‼️

i mean come on all it takes is someone mentioning how long the wars been going for one of the humans to go “4 MILLION YEARS???? WHAT THE FUCK HOW OLD ARE YOU???”

And optimus or ratchet to be like “…5/7 million?” And all of the humans to have a break down CUZ WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUVE BEEN ALIVE SINCE BEFORE THE HUMAN SPECIES EXISTED??? WE WERE MONKEYS WHEN YOU WERE BORN???

And the (woefully uniformed) cybertronians to be like “??? What do YOU mean your species was still evolving when I onlined, how long do you guys live?? A thousand?? A few hundred??”

And the gobsmacked humans to be like “??? NO WE HARDLY LIVE OVER A HUNDRED ITS CONSIDERED AN ACCOMPLISHMENT?? AVERAGE OLD AGE DEATH IS LIKE MID 80s!! TECHNICALLY THE AVERAGE LIFE SPAN IS 72 OR SOMETHING???”

Cue the autobots being like “😨 72??? THATS A CHILD WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT⁉️”

the more attached/emotional bots looking at their charges and realizing that not only are they sparklings compared to them but they’ll die as sparklings too in just a few decades, causing them to straight up have a mini meltdown.

Yeah they’re in a war and they’ve lost plenty of friends, but never to anything as predictable and inescapable as old age.

It’s the seeing-it-coming part that gets to them, the slow dread of knowing that even if they do everything right and keep them out of danger and they stay healthy there’s nothing they can do to stop them from withering away in a couple of decades.

Most versions of bumblebee looking at their charge/friend and realizing his assumptions about the fact that since they’re both still young that they’ll have plenty of time to just. Live together and have fun- are wrong?? Immediately tears. Even if cybertronians can’t cry tears he’s doing whatever the equivalent is and running away to cry in his room. And then running back to snatch them and take them with him cuz HE CANT WASTE A SECOND IF THEIR LIFESPANS ARE REALLY THAT SHORT HES GONNA JUST HAVE TO SPEND 24/7 WITH THEM

This whole concept ESPECIALLY applies to TFP since all of them got their own little human buddy and there’s only like 5 autobots to begin with (of the main season 1 crew) they’ve lost so many of their own so recently, their numbers are already dwindling down to nothing, they’re losing the war and the kids are what’s given them a major morale boost. To continue fighting they need hope, and the kids have kind of become their hope for the future- to know they’ll die off in under a century despite how young they still are is a shot to the spark.

Look me in the eye and tell me bee wouldnt panic hearing that Raf only has 70-80 years to live. LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME HE WOULDNT HAVE SOME KIND OF FIT OVER BEING TOLD THAT HIS LITTLE BUDDY (from a cybertronian perspective) HAS A LIFESPAN EQUIVALENT TO A LATE STAGE TERMINAL ILLNESS DIAGNOSIS. Bee would start treating Raf like a kid with stage 4 cancer 😭

I just KNOW bulkhead would have the worst reaction other than bee, maybe even worse cuz he looks at miko and realizes she’s used up basically a fifth of her entire lifespan already and she’s Still So Little and straight up starts weeping. That’s his DAUGHTER you can’t take her from him so soon it’s not FAIR! He might have to go destroy a canyon wall or something to let some of the anger and grief out

Arcee is Not taking it well either.

She JUST got attached to this one, just got used to a new partner and your telling her that no matter what she does he’s never going to last as long as tailgate of cliff jumper did?? Even if both he and she do everything they’re supposed to do to protect him and extended his life?? Depression time baby

Optimus and ratchet don’t react as much outwardly to the news as the others but inside they’re both 💔💥

These kids have brought optimus a level of contentment he hasn’t felt in vorns, and he sees how bright their spirits shine- Only to now know those precious spirits will burn out in less than a century- it gnaws at him inside, yet another strike from the cruelty of fate

Ratchet is devastated but refuses to acknowledge it, these kids- yes even miko- have become his pseudo grandkids and he’s not ready, nor will he ever be ready, to outlive them. Jacks reminds him too much of a younger optimus, still learning and still hopeful. Miko is… well she has a fire to her that ratchet can appreciate (when she’s not actively annoying him) she’s determined enough to make anything happen which he does begrudgingly respect even if he wishes she wouldn’t just throw herself into any and every situation just for fun.

And Raf…

Raf is his apprentice, the only one of the kids to understand him and listen intently to his stories of cybertron. To show appreciation for his work and his ideas, to Listen and Learn and Improve his inventions. He harbors the most fondness for Raf since he sees so much potential in him, and has taken him under his wing in teaching him cybertronian language and biology.

He feels almost like he’s training a student to take his place- only for the ground to be ripped out from under him to know that Raf will never have the chance to succeed him, will never even outlive him.

A parent should never have to bury their child, and ratchet already feels that he has.

TLDR the autobots find out humans have fruit fly lifespans next to them and become one big soggy mess of tears, optimus and ratchet included although they try to have a stiff upper lip about it (and fail to varying extents)

I swear this was supposed to be about any and all continuities but TFP took over completely😭 idk it just fits the best since they focus so much on how attached the bots get to the kids

Edit: btw this was inspired from the fact I found out that the cybertronian equivalent to a year (yes I know technically they have solar cycles which are roughly a human year but what they consider a year vs their lifespan/time perception is different) is a vorn. A vorn is 80 HUMAN YEARS. I saw that and went “oh wow a vorn is like a whole human lifespan!😃” and then I went “OH A VORN IS A WHOLE HUMAN LIFESPAN 😀“

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madamemachikonew · 7 months

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DAWEI CONFIRMED NEUVILLETTE BEING SENSITIVE TO THE TASTE OF WATER IS CANON. I FUCKING PREDICTED IT!!

Go read Les Madeleines - Neuvillette x GN!Reader (SFW - Teen and above)

#neuvillette #genshin neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #neuvillette my beloved #genshin ao3 #genshin fanfic #fluff #mild angst #comfort #suitable for all #I love sad otter man #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x you #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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beskarfrog · 10 months

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oh come ye back my own true love and stay a while with me

#dinluke #dinluke art #the mandalorian #digital art #not me getting the feels about dinluke's long distance situationship and zipping out another fanart #i have a mild obsession with a fully armored din and a v vulnerable/sad luke #there's a metaphor in there that i like

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shapelytimber · 1 year

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Still playing Pokemon mystery dungeon randomizer :)) and this time we're at the point in the game were the mood is definetly shifting toward sadness and angst(tm)- and hmm mild spoilers ig (even tho I don't think these are comprehensible without having played the game)

Bad news guys, we're fucked

Top 3 saddest scene in the game : casually crushing Grovyl's heart

Bonus : We went to wealthy dyke

Next time, the end of the main story :)

[PART 1]

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smallbraintime · 13 days

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Dp×Dc prompt

In her teenage years, Martha Kane and some friends decided that a fun sleepover activity was to do a summoning ritual.

And it worked. They summoned something.

Nowadays, even though her friend is long gone, something still visits Wayne mannor to catch up with Alfred, spoil her neices and nephews, and maintain her title of " my cool Aunt Dani. "

#danny phantom #dp x dc writing prompt #i made myself sad #danny phantom crossover #mild angst

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paperultra · 5 months

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ache.

Pairing: OPLA!Nami x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,004 words Warnings: None

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Wherever she goes, misery follows.

Nature cracks itself open and wails when Nami sets foot in Coco Village, the sun drawing back, the clouds purpling. Raindrops burst open and bleed out on her skin and run in rivulets down the street. Somewhere in the distance, a sharp flash of lightning warns of thunder – and yet, all she can hear is the sharp clink of coins as they fall back into the tribute box.

Gaze unyielding, she sweeps it over the drenched crowd and comes to a stop on Nojiko.

“Not everyone’s here today.”

Her sister does not flinch the way everybody else does. “I brought her amount along with mine,” Nojiko says, and that is all.

“Did you, now.”

Nami knows the weight of what her village owes. She knows how it should fill the box, how it should feel in her arms and on her shoulders. Still, she makes a show of counting the money, slowly, deliberately. The rain continues to beat down on her head, weighing on her hair and turning the dirt into mud beneath her feet.

“You’re short.”

“It’s everything we have, Nami.” Mr. Genzo speaks up this time. “Please.”

“How can I trust that,” Nami replies, her voice colder than the air, “when not everyone is here?”

“She’s sick, Nami,” Nojiko snaps. Her blue hair is dark with rain. “She doesn’t have to be present, does she? All you need and care about is her money, right?”

“I care about her paying the Arlong Pirates what she owes. No more, no less.”

The words taste bitter in her mouth.

(You always get sick before it rains.)

The people, Mr. Genzo, they’re all silent. The tribute box snaps shut as Nami pushes through them and heads down the street.

Nojiko shouts her name. She can hear the slosh of her sister’s footsteps catching up, and when she does, there’s a warning fury on her face as she leans in close.

“Don’t you dare, Nami.”

Nami holds her head high and keeps walking.

“What are you going to do, stop me?”

“I wish I could do more than that.”

“But you can’t.”

Box clutched against her chest, she leaves Nojiko behind and continues on alone.

Your house is near the outskirts of the village – not as far out as her own childhood home, but far enough for privacy and a good bit of land for your animals. They huddle underneath the shelter and watch her with black, beady eyes.

They would fetch a good price.

Nami opens your door and enters without knocking.

She looks around, sees the cold pot of ginger tea on the stove, the unwashed dishes on the table, the heap of blankets on your bed in the corner that shifts. It smells like sickness.

She shouldn’t be here, she tells herself a moment too late.

“Nojiko, is that you?” Your voice slithers out from underneath the pile of blankets, and Nami grimaces at the hoarseness. “I told you I can clean up after myself.”

She thinks to answer. But something keeps her from doing so, and so she sets the box down on the kitchen counter and kneels down to shove some logs into the stove instead.

(She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t –)

“Nojiko?” The mattress creaks. Nami hears a soft gasp and closes her eyes, gritting her teeth. She hastily stacks branches and then some birch bark on top on the logs. “Nacchan –”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You’re home,” you rasp.

Home. Her heart squeezes so hard she thinks she might just die.

“Don’t sound so happy,” Nami says. Finding a match and striking it, she sets fire to the bark and waits impatiently for the flames to build. “I’m only here to collect the tribute.”

“Oh.” There’s a carefulness in the way that you answer, the kind that she’s come to hate. A loud, horrendous cough bursts from your chest before you continue. “Is it enough?”

“Just barely.”

She’ll make up the difference. Dip into her own savings, make another deal with Arlong. He’s cruel, but not completely unreasonable. She can do it. It’ll be okay.

The heat from the fire dries her skin. She shuts the stove door and stands up.

“Thanks, Nami.”

“I didn’t do it for you.”

Nami makes the mistake of looking over her shoulder at you as she answers. It is a mistake because you grin at her, and suddenly – she’s a child again, at your house for a sleepover –

Your mom is still alive and warming milk on the stove –

You’re giving her a bracelet because that’s what best friends do –

She’s hugging you because you hug the people you love –

And she aches. And she wants. Not just your smile, but everything, the warmth of your back against her palms, your cheek pressed to hers. She wants to clean and put away all your dirty dishes and stay until the fire has warmed each corner of your home and you’re well again.

She wants she wants she wants.

Greed has always been her vice.

“Don’t let all of your tea boil away,” Nami says. She takes your cloak from the hook on the wall and puts it on, then tucks the tribute box underneath her arm. It’s still raining, after all, and she looks after herself above all else.

“I won’t,” you say, and it is quiet before you add, softly, “Stay safe, Nami.”

Nami leaves without another word.

Nojiko is waiting outside, arms crossed, and they meet eyes for only a moment before Nami passes her by.

She retraces her steps away from your house, down the road, into the town square where everyone but Mr. Genzo has already dispersed to escape the foul weather. Coco Village does not bid goodbye when she passes through the gate again, her steps a few million beri heavier.

In the distance, a sharp flash of lightning warns of thunder. Nami wraps her arms around the tribute box, cold, and thinks of you.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #nami x reader #opla nami #nami #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #fem!reader #mild angst #i did not mean for this to be that angsty but uh. yeah. im sick so #nacchan is such a cute nickname i'm so sad it gets lost in translation so i put it here :)

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niinnyu · 9 months

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Sad boy time every Monday!

Based on this picture of him from the shounen jump 55th anniversary spread poster thingy mingy.

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pangur-and-grim · 2 years

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took Pangur to the vet to get her eyedrops!

#pangur #sad wailing child #the vet confirmed it’s just herpes (she’s always had it)#but apparently flare ups can open the way to a mild bacterial infection? and that’s what the eye drops are for

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auncyen · 3 months

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isat spoilers

Me: I want pregame sickfic. Also me: pregame sickfic would break canon so badly by everyone realizing Siffrin "I don't remember anyone taking care of me when I'm sick so I'm astounded you're bothering to help me and not just moving on with your journey" NoLastName has serious issues.

#in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #siffrin #ok IT'D WORK BETTER IF IT WAS LIKE. MILD COLD. THEY TRY TO HIDE IT #but also it is just hilarious in a sad way #picturing them laid up in bed #rambling to Odile how she's so nice for not just letting them burn up with a high fever #and she's just making notes about MATTERS TO DISCUSS WHEN SIFFRIN ISN'T DELIRIOUS

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frootbyethefoot · 2 months

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and the world is not a better place because of it.

[ID: a digital drawing of maki harukawa from danganronpa v3: killing harmony. she is on her knees and hunched over, shaking, and clutching kaitos jacket. she is coated in heavy purple lighting, while the background is pitch black.]

#(on the verge of tears) chapter five nation we stay on top #maki harukawa #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #killing harmony #ndrv3 #before getting to the halfway point of trial five #i thought maki was so dead set on kaito being dead because it meant omas death would mean something #omas execution would have meaning. it would be justice for kaito. he'd be avenged #and things wouldn't be alright but it would be closure #(and presumably the end of the killing game before we find out. yknow.)#vs the messier reality of kaitos execution #i like trial five a normal amount as you can tell #joeys art #image described #OH YEAH featuring my mild maki redesign #most dr girl outfits make me very very sad.. give them pants.. give them anything other than school uniforms

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buf309 · 4 days

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Take good care of your health, folks.

Life is getting harder and harder every day. The environment is trying its best to kill us. The economy is in shambles. War is right on our doorstep, hovering, waiting to be invited in. Just pure chaos everywhere.

So, take care of yourself, only then, you can take care of other important people and other aspects of your life.

Even if you don't believe in Laios because he's a big dumbass. At least listen to Senshi, ok?

Senshi always knows best 😌

#this post exists because I got a mild case of food poisoning in the last week #the heat is brutal right now and my old fridge can't keep up with it >:((((#other members in my group also got heat stroke #and a friend of mine got sick from stresses #we are getting older my pals 😩#so so sad #dungeon meshi #that legendary health motivation manga page in all of its glory

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bultaoreunheyyy · 15 days

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Honey Bunny

Title: Honey Bunny

Word Count: 4221

Summary: It happens to him every year like clockwork, for just a few days around the beginning of spring when his pollen allergies start to act up and he decides to do some spring cleaning, forgetting that between all of the dust he inevitably kicks up inside of the house coupled with the blooming flowers and trees outside of the house will send him into a week of allergic misery.

Sickie: Taehyung (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jimin (platonic), Jungkook (romantic)

A/N: There is some slight sadness in this one (Jungkook is sad but he gets comfort and cuddles) and idk man, I was gonna do only a little drabble for this poll but then it turned out a bit longer and it turned into this this sooo. yeah. enjoy?

The late afternoon sun is shining brightly outside.

Taehyung knows this, despite the fact that he’s inside and curled up in his bed suffering miserably, because he can see it; from the small space between his window curtains, where they’re open just a little, there’s a bright beam of light shining through that’s aimed directly at the foot of his bed.

More notably, Taehyung can see all of the teeny tiny little dust particles that are illuminated by said sunshine-beam of light, swirling in the air as they dance around his bed and tease him mercilessly, infiltrating his sinuses and torturing him–

hh–!

–torturing him endlessly with their irritating–

hhhHH!

–ticklish existence, and–

“HHHHRESH!”

Oh, the sneezing. Taehyung is so tired of sneezing. Taehyung is so, so tired of his nose tickling. Taehyung is so, so, so very tired of how awful his poor nose feels no matter how gently he tries to tend to it. It doesn’t matter if he uses the soft, silken handkerchief his beautiful boyfriend had bought for him or if he scrubs harshly at his nose with a fist, because both do nothing to alleviate the tickle and both only make his nose feel sore and raw.

It happens to him every year like clockwork, for just a few days around the beginning of spring when his pollen allergies start to act up and he decides to do some spring cleaning, forgetting that between all of the dust he inevitably kicks up inside of the house coupled with the blooming flowers and trees outside of the house will send him into a week of allergic misery. Really, he brought this on himself, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna lie in bed sulking as he sneezes his head off, feeling sorry for himself.

“hhhhAAASHCH!”

He’s just very ready to be done with the sneezing part.

If he has any luck, the allergy medicine he took thirty minutes ago will kick in soon and knock him out for a few hours. Taking his handkerchief and dabbing at his tender nostrils, Taehyung rolls onto his back and tries to take in as deep of a breath as his congested airways will allow. He closes his eyes and lets his mouth fall open, breathing noisily through his mouth in an attempt to avoid taking in any air through his nose knowing that it will only trigger another sneeze.

He hears the apartment door open, and he opens his eyes in confusion– had he fallen asleep just now? It seems far too early for Jungkook to be home already, although wouldn’t complain about getting to see his boyfriend sooner than expected.

“Kookie?” He croaks out hopefully. “Is that you?”

But it isn’t Jungkook who appears in the doorway of his bedroom.

It’s his best friend Jimin, and the man frowns instantly when he sees Taehyung sniffling pathetically in bed.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he cries, rushing over to Taehyung. “You look just awful, Tae.”

“I know,” Taehyung agrees. He doesn’t even have it in him to be offended by Jimin’s observation. He knows that he looks like complete shit right now. He scrambles to sweep all of the crumpled up tissues that litter his bedspread off to the side or onto the floor.

Jimin, not even batting an eye at the mess, climbs into the bed and sits with his back against the headboard, and Taehyung scoots over to allow him more room.

“If I had not spent the past ten spring seasons with you, I would think you have the flu right now,” Jimin continues, listening to Taehyung’s congested breathing and taking in the redness of his eyes and nose. He reaches out and brushes the tip of his thumb beneath Taehyung’s eyes, where there are dark circles, the skin puffy and swollen.

When he moves the tips of his fingers down to Taehyung’s nose, however, Taehyung’s face screws up, and he shakes his head frantically, jerking away.

“Ohh– oh no– watch m-my nose, Jimin-hhh! hnghUHH! uhhh-HHHAAHH’SHUH!”

The first thunderous sneeze is quickly followed by a second, and then a third, each one preceded by a desperate, gasping breath.

“iehh– HAASHCH! ehh-hhhHHH– hhh-AASH’TCH!”

“Bless you!” Jimin locates the tissue box, which is nearly empty, and plucks out a tissue for his friend.

While Taehyung wipes his streaming eyes and blows his nose, Jimin pets his hair soothingly. “Jungkook had to stay late. He wanted me to come check on you because he said you weren’t feeling well.”

Taehyung sniffles. “What? Why does he have to stay late? Did he pick up another shift? Ugh, who called in?” He frowns and rubs a finger under his nose. “He said he wasn’t gonna pick up doubles anymore.”

Jimin hesitates, looking down at the bedspread and tracing the pattern with his thumb. “He didn’t pick up an extra shift, but he’ll be at the hospital for a couple of hours after he’s supposed to be off. He stayed with someone while they…They didn’t have any family members there with them, so…”

“Oh, no.” Tears spring to Taehyung’s eyes when he understands what Jimin is telling him. “Oh, no. Poor Jungkookie. My bunny is going to need me! Oh, why did I take the medication that makes me drowsy?”

“He’s gonna be fine, Tae,” Jimin rushes to reassure him. “He’s gonna need some extra hugs, yes. But he said he’s exhausted and he just wants to sleep when he gets home. It’s you he’s worried about.”

Taehyung shakes his head. “I’m fine. All I’ve been doing today is lying in bed and– a-and…”

Jimin passes him another tissue.

“hh-HHHRESH!”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Yes, you are completely fine.” He sighs. “Jungkook told me you decided to vacuum and dust on the same day. What on earth were you thinking, Tae?”

Taehyung pouts through a trumpeting nose blow. “I was thinking that my bunny deserves to come home to a nice clean house after he works a twelve hour shift,” he replies.

“Oh, your voice is starting to go,” Jimin tuts. “You need to rest some more. What can I get you before you take a nap?”

“Wait.” Taehyung sniffs, dragging the heel up his hand against his nostrils in an upward motion. “So you’re really not here to kick my ass out of bed?”

“No, love, absolutely not. You’re clearly not feeling well!”

Jimin stands and cleans up the new pile of used tissues that’s been created since he arrived, gathering them up with the others on the floor before tossing the entire armful into the trash. Taehyung yawns while he cleans, finally feeling the effects of his medicine working.

“Wish I could give my poor bun hugs and kisses right now,” he murmurs sleepily, sniffling.

“He’ll be home soon enough,” Jimin assures him. “Scoot over a bit more. I’ll cuddle with you until you fall asleep.”

As soon as Jimin has him wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung starts to squirm. His nose hates him. It’s torturing him, trying to disrupt his best friend cuddle time and he tries to fight it as long as he can, tries to rub the tickle away from his sinuses, scrunches up his face and shakes his head back and forth and–

Jimin suddenly lifts his head and looks down at him. “Go on and sneeze, already,” he snaps. Then, more gently, handing him a tissue with a sigh, “Get it all out.”

And Taehyung does.

“AAAASHH!”

He sneezes.

“hhh-AHHHHSCH! HAAASSH-uh! UHHDSH-ehh!”

He sneezes some more, eyes and nose streaming, nostrils itching and twitching with every inhale.

“uh-HDCHSH! HRESHSH! hhhhhSHCHUH!”

Taehyung sneezes and sneezes, and Jimin holds him, until the fit dies down and he’s left sniffling miserably into a wad of tissues that are barely hanging on.

“Have you considered seeing an allergist?” Jimin asks him, after Taehyung has caught his breath and is pouting against Jimin’s chest.

“hh? hhhHH–! HSCHshoo!”

At some point, Taehyung falls asleep, because when he awakens he’s flat on his back and he has such a fierce tickle in his nose that he can’t even open his eyes.

“nnngghh’HNGSH!”

The sneeze comes out groggy and congested, and Taehyung sniffles miserably in the aftermath, still trying to wake up completely. When he finally gets his eyes open, he can see that it’s late, dark inside his room except for the glow from the small night light next to his nightstand. He’s so congested that his face feels heavy, and there’s something icy cold against his legs that makes him shiver.

��Jimbi’d?”

But it’s not Jimin lying next to him, unless Jimin dyed his hair in the past few hours, and the person hasn’t moved an inch despite the disruption.

“Ju’gkookie?”

Jungkook stirs slightly when Taehyung says his name, but he only lets out a quiet sound, an exhale that puffs out across Taehyung’s skin. His arms are wrapped around Taehyung’s waist and his cheek is resting on his chest, and in the dim lighting he can see that the skin around his eyes is puffy.

With a sad frown, Taehyung realizes Jungkook probably cried his poor heart out as soon as he stepped foot in the shower when he got home– even after years of working at the hospital, his boyfriend’s caring heart is still affected by every single loss.

He cranes his neck so he can press a kiss to the top of Jungkook’s head. “Oh, Bun.”

Jungkook tightens his arms around him but still doesn’t wake.

The icy cold thing pressing against his legs turns out to be Jungkook’s feet, and Taehyung frowns with a new wave of concern when he realizes this. He lifts the blanket just enough to check if Jungkook is even wearing clothes, and is relieved to see that he’s wearing pajama pants at least. Apparently, all he did when he got home was take a shower before crawling into bed, not even bothering to put on socks or dry his hair properly.

He runs his fingers through Jungkook’s still damp hair with a sigh, which triggers a fierce tickle in his sinuses that he tries to squash down by pressing his palm against his nostrils. Moving as slowly as he can, he pulls the blanket higher until it’s over Jungkook’s shoulders, and then quickly searches for the box of tissues, finding it above his pillow where Jimin thankfully left it within his reach.

Continuing to card his hand slowly and soothingly through Jungkook’s hair, Taehyung clamps the tissues over his nose and breathes solely through his mouth– not a difficult feat considering how stuffed up he already is– and rolls them both over slightly so they’re more on their sides. When he feels his sinuses are in control for the time being, he switches the tissue to his other hand and wraps an arm around Jungkook.

Jungkook snuggles into the warmth and Taehyung smiles. His face is buried in Taehyung’s chest, nose right between his pecs, which is why only a moment Taehyung suddenly regrets it– the tickle in his nose returns and his breath hitches suddenly, chest quaking as the sneeze builds rapidly.

“hh-HH! hihh…hh-h-h–!”

The movement of his chest jostles Jungkook’s head, and he moans softly and begins to stir awake.

“hhh…”

Taehyung scrunches up his entire face.

“hhHH! h! hh-ihh–!”

He presses his tongue firmly against the roof of his mouth.

“nhh…uh-hehhh! hh-hh-hHH–!”

Breath hitching erratically, Taehyung brings his hand up to cup the back of Jungkook’s head, holding him against his chest so he’s not jostled around any further. He lifts the hand holding the tissue to his face as slowly as he can, as if any sudden movement will set the sneeze off, and rubs it against his nose with determination.

Rubbing his nose with the tissue only seems to make the tickle spread more. His breath catches sharply and he lets the tissue fall from his grip, jamming a finger under his nose instead to try to stop the sneeze.

It does not work.

“HDXCHT!”

He sneezes once, a booming sound despite trying to stifle it, and Jungkook doesn’t even react. A soft, amused chuckle falls from Taehyung’s lips when he realizes that his boyfriend is still sound asleep.

But there’s another sneeze building, and Taehyung knows it will bring its friends with it, and as much as he’d like to think he’s able to hold them back he knows that realistically he can’t.

“AAAASHH!” Sure enough, another sneeze bursts out of him not ten seconds later, followed soon by several more. “hhh-AHHHHSCH! UHHDSH-ehh! hhhSHCHUH! Ugh, ohh–hh’ERSHSH!”

He’s sniffling against the aftermath of the fit when he feels a kiss pressed to the base of his throat.

“Bless you,” comes Jungkook’s sleepy, raspy voice. “Love you.”

“Oh,” Taehyung giggles congestedly when Jungkook’s breath puffs out against his neck, ticklish. “Hey, you. I love you too.” With a slightly dramatic and quite unproductive sniffle, Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook, protective. “Love you so much. And I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I tried reeeally hard not to sneeze, baby.”

Jungkook yawns. “’S okay,” he murmurs. “If I minded I would have slept in my own bed.” He presses his nose under Taehyung’s jaw and breathes in deeply.

“You should have slept in your own bed. You would have slept so much better.” Taehyung reaches out to swipe his thumb under the dark circles under his eyes.

Jungkook yawns again. “Mm. You needed cuddles. You’ve been miserable all day and I wasn’t here to cuddle you.” Yawning a third time, he brings a fist to his face to rub at his eye and then tucks his arms back under the blankets, pulling them tighter around himself.

“Are you cold, baby?”

Jungkook nuzzles into his pillow. His eyes are closed again and he doesn’t respond.

Taehyung starts to untangle himself so he can go grab another blanket, but Jungkook whimpers as soon as he sits up, snaking an arm around his waist and holding on tightly.

“Don’t go,” he whispers, so quietly that Taehyung almost doesn’t hear him. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Taehyung quickly reassures him, lying back down and wrapping his arms around the younger man with a frown. “I’m right here, baby.”

“Don’t go,” Jungkook repeats.

“Oh, baby,” Taehyung cood. “My bunny. I love you so much. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here, okay?”

Jungkook nods against him and then stills in Taehyung’s arms. Taehyung thinks he might be crying, but he’s not sure, and Jungkook’s breathing is quiet and even for several minutes.

Once Jungkook has fallen asleep, Taehyung closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep himself, sniffling against a now runny nose and then feeling his heart drop when it causes him to sneeze again.

“HHDSH-ehh!”

The sneeze makes Jungkook jump. “Bless you,” he murmurs, but then he’s asleep again a minute later.

Eventually, after a few hours of restless sleep, Taehyung has to get out of bed because he needs to blow his nose and he’s out of tissues, and he can’t find his handkerchief from earlier anywhere. He also needs his next dose of allergy medicine. But mostly, he gets out of bed because he needs to sneeze again and he doesn’t want to risk waking Jungkook up at all.

It’s easy to extract himself from Jungkook’s embrace this time. He makes his way out to the kitchen, sitting at the counter and resting his head on his arms. As soon as he does, he’s sneezing, not bothering to cover his face because he’s a bit too tired for that.

“uh-HDCHSH! HRESHSH! hhhhhSHCHUH!”

Taehyung checks the time on the oven and sees that it’s only 3 in the morning. Unsure if he’ll be able to fall back asleep, Taehyung decided to take his medicine and eat breakfast instead– he had accidentally skipped dinner the night before, so now both his sleep schedule and his meal schedule are thrown off.

Jungkook pads out to the kitchen an hour later to find Taehyung finishing up a bowl of cereal that he’s been very slowly munching on, struggling to eat with how congested he is.

“You sound like you have a cold,” he worried, sliding onto the stool next to Taehyung with a loud yawn. “I could hear your stuffy breathing from down the hall.” He pauses, resting his head on one hand and staring at Taehyung’s profile. “Are you sure you don’t have a cold?”

Taehyung pushes his nearly empty bowl away and turns to face Jungkook. “It’s you I’m worried about catching a cold. What are you doing without socks or a shirt on?” He frowns. “And you went to sleep with damp hair.”

Jungkook yawns and drags a hand over his face. “You’re overreacting.”

“You know how easily you catch a ch-chill– ohh–! hhh-AASH’TCH!”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, unamused.

With an irritated sniffle, Taehyung frowns again. “Okay, that was bad timing,” he mutters. “But, you really are more susceptible to catching colds, bun.”

“Mmhmm. And you’re more susceptible to pollen and dust particles?” Jungkook teases. Then, his face softens. “How are you feeling, by the way? When I left for work yesterday you sounded so bad. I knew you were gonna have a rough day.”

Taehyung nods and swipes a finger under his nose. “I’ve mostly just been really sneezy. Jimin came over– oh, you already knew that,” he chuckles. “You sent him to check on me.”

Jungkook nods and yawns again into a fist.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “He told me about what…he told me why you had to stay late for work.”

Jungkook hums and Taehyung can feel the vibrations against his cheek.

“You work tomorrow too, right? Or– today?”

Looking at his phone, Jungkook nods. “Yep. I have to be at work in three hours.”

“Do you have to?” Taehyung whines.

Jungkook stiffens, looking worried. “Why? Do you think you’ll be okay here on your own? Or does it feel like it’s going to be another bad day?”

Taehyung lifts his head and shakes it. “No, I just mean–”

“Have you been taking your medication? And using the handkerchief I bought?”

Jungkook stands and makes his way to the front door, returning shortly with a small black bag that has Taehyung rolling his eyes.

“You’re not seriously gonna give me a check up right now?” He asks, but Jungkook only continues.

He pulls out a penlight and a stethoscope from his bag. “Is your throat sore? You’re so congested, babe. Are you sure it's just allergies?”

Taehyung glares, but opens his mouth obediently when Jungkook asks him to. “Yes, I’m sure!”

Jungkook taps underneath Taehyung’s chin and holds up his penlight. “Tilt your head up for me?”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung warns. He can feel his nose tickling again already. “I swear, if you shine that light up my nose, I’m gonna sneeze on you.”

Jungkook shines the light up his nose anyway. “I work in healthcare, babe. Do you really think I’m worried about something like that?”

“Kook,” Taehyung whimpers. “N-no, really, I’m gonna– hhh-AASH’TCH!”

“Everything is so swollen,” Jungkook murmurs, still trying to get a look up Taehyung’s nose as he snorts and snuffles. “But, your throat isn’t inflamed, so I think it’s just allergies.”

“hhdh’ISHSHCH! HIIIHXSH! Ugh. I already know it’s just allergies!”

Biting his lower lip, Jungkook tucks everything back into his bag. “I can send Jimin over to check on you again.”

Taehyung shakes his head, but he’s still not done with his own line of questions. “Do you have to go in to work?” He repeats. Before Jungkook can respond, he holds a hand up. “Not because of me. You’re exhausted. You’ve barely slept, and you had to stay late, and you had a hellish time at work yesterday.”

A long moment passes before Jungkook responds.

“It’s part of the job, Taehyung.” His voice is soft, almost far-away sounding. His shoulder slump and he clears his throat. “One that I knew about when I went to med school. I will be fine.”

He suddenly shivers visibly and wraps his arms around himself, and Taehyung frowns.

“Not if you catch a chill, you won’t be fine.” Taehyung clicks his tongue. “You probably wouldn’t even stay home from work for that either, though,” he grumbles as an afterthought.

“Why do you sound so old fashioned?” Jungkook laughs. “What exactly do you consider to be “a chill”, hm?” He shakes his head. “If I come down with a cold, it will have nothing to do with the fact that you’re keeping the temperature in here so low.”

He shivers again, and Taehyung points an accusing finger at him. “So you are cold!” He marches over to the thermostat, grinning triumphantly when he sees the number. “The temperature is exactly where you set it, bun. It’s not cold in here.”

Jungkook pouts, then, his stubbornness giving way to the exhaustion that’s trying so desperately to cling to him.

“Stop teasing me,” he whines. “I’m just cold because I’m sleepy.��

Taehyung is immediately back in front of Jungkook, wrapping his arms around him. “I know, bunny.”

He leans forward and kisses the tip of Jungkook’s nose. When he pulls away, Jungkook blinks sleepily at him, a small smile on his face. Taehyung lifts his hand to caress Jungkook’s cheek and the younger man closes his eyes at the touch.

“My poor, sleepy bunny,” he coos before kissing his nose once more.

“Now,” Taehyung continues, voice firmer. “Here’s the plan. I’m going to order us food because we need to eat properly. And then you are going right to bed and sleeping until your alarm goes off for work. I will sleep in my own bed so I don’t disturb you.” He pauses, rubbing at his nose and sniffling as if to demonstrate the potential ways Jungkook might be disturbed. “When you get off work tomorrow– or, tonight, technically– we will cuddle the fuck out of each other. Sound good?”

“Did you say cuddle each other and fuck each other?” Jungkook smirks. “Yeah. Sounds so good.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow and looks down at his phone screen, placing an order for food delivery from a place that’s open 24/7. “Okay, sure. Let’s see how tired you are when you get off work.” He wrenches to the side with a sudden sneeze. “AHH’SHUH! Ugh. Or, how sneezy I still am.”

After they eat, Jungkook gives Taehyung a dose of allergy medicine and then produces two clean handkerchiefs plus an unopened box of tissues. He makes him drink a full glass of water and then sets him up with another glass on his nightstand.

“I really hope you’re feeling better later today,” he tells Taehyung, kissing the tip of his reddened nose fondly.

Taehyung leads Jungkook to his bedroom and tucks him into bed with a kiss to his forehead. Sometimes, he thinks it’s silly that they each have their own room, since they sleep in the same bed more often than not, but it’s times like this when he’s thankful Jungkook will have a quiet place to rest, even if it’s just for a couple more hours.

He falls asleep quickly once he returns to his own bed, stomach full of food and dosed with more medication. He’s confused when he wakes up about two hours later to a shuffling sound and then a quiet whisper.

“Tae?”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse– like he’s been crying, Taehyung realizes with a pang of sadness.

He sniffles, rubbing at his nose, and then bobs forward with a tired, congested sneeze that feels more like a reflex than a response to any irritation. “hgshh-ahh!”

“Bless you.”

“Jungkookie?” Taehyung rubs at his eyes. “What time is it?”

Jungkook just wordlessly climbs into Taehyung’s bed, pulls the covers nearly all the way up over his head, and wraps his arms around Taehyung’s waist. He tucks his face under Taehyung’s chin, nosing along his jaw and sniffing, breathing in his scent for a minute, and Taehyung smiles.

“Sweet bunny, why are you awake?”

Still silent, Jungkook buries his head in Taehyung’s chest. He doesn’t move after that, his breathing evening out into a quiet, rhythmic pattern.

“I called in to work,” Jungkook whispers just as Taehyung is sure he’s fallen back asleep.

“What? Why? Are you feeling okay?” Taehyung pulls back so he can peer down at Jungkook, but Jungkook follows him, keeping his face pressed against his chest like he’s hiding.

“Oh, Jungkookie,” Taehyung whispers, burying his face in Jungkook’s hair.

And then immediately jerks away when Jungkook’s hair tickles his overly sensitive nose.

“Nnn-no– hhh! Shit, s-sorryhhh– ihhhh’HIIIXSH! HHHRESH! uh-HIIISHSH! uh-hhhHHH-HIIISHSH!”

The four enormous sneezes leave him with a pounding headache and a runny nose and he immediately starts to apologize until he hears a strange noise- and it takes him a moment of sniffling and catching his breath before he realizes that it’s the sound of Jungkook chuckling very softly into his chest, mouth open and hot puffs of air coming out with each breath that Taehyung can feel through his shirt.

“Bless you,’ Jungkook murmurs after a moment. He snuggles even closer. “Love you.”

Taehyung, pulling Jungkook as close as he possibly can, closes his eyes and smiles so wide his face hurts. “I love you too, honey bunny.”

#bts sickfic #bts snz #allergy fic #allergic taehyung #taehyung snz #sick taehyung #caretaker jungkook #taekook au #bts au #mild angst #jungkook is sad #bts hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort

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