#tw rpf

[cuddlepilefics]

Totally drained

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Mingi

Caregivers: Ateez (mainly Seonghwa, Yunho & San)

TW: emeto, real person fiction, anxiety attack

@monthofsick

No one’s POV.:

To say that Mingi had had a long day, would be an understatement. He had only returned from the where he had been producing with Hongjoong till the early morning hours to take a shower and catch an hour of shut eye before they had to leave for their schedule. Seonghwa had prepared some breakfast for him because Mingi was still in a daze as he got ready to head out and couldn’t possibly remember that he had to eat something. Not that he even had an appetite. He doubted he’d be able to stomach anything anytime soon but he appreciated his hyung’s gesture. San read out their schedule for the day as they settled into the car to collect the rest of the members but Mingi was already dozing off with his head against the window. The only word he picked up was ‘fan sign event’, a deep sense of unease settling over him as he drifted off.

Mingi felt shaky when he climbed out of the car, trudging to the practice room behind the rest of the group. Yunho was catching him up on their schedule and frowned at his reaction. They’d start the day with dance practice, which Mingi couldn’t imagine getting through on his single hour of sleep, before freshening up to get ready for a fan sign event. He already had a headache, so he wasn’t really looking forward to being in a noisy room full of strangers. Just the thought already made his heart race and he had this funny feeling within his chest that made it hard to breathe. Yunho could tell and wanted nothing more than to wrap his arm around his best friend to comfort him but knew better than to touch him right now.

“I made breakfast but he didn’t eat, so I packed it up in case he’ll get hungry later”, Seonghwa informed quietly. Hongjoong had been worried about the younger because he could imagine how drained the boy must feel after their long night at the studio. Watching Yunho hover close by but still avoid physical contact, the leader figured that Mingi was on edge and he couldn’t blame him. The rapper already disliked fan sign events on a good day and today it certainly wasn’t one of the good days.

Yunho’s heart ached for his best friend as he stood in front of the group to lead their dance practice session. He knew today would be tough and the younger was already in rough shape, looking ready to drop. They’d be working on some of their most straining choreographies today, so he had warned Mingi to go to bed early but typically they had lost track of time and he probably should’ve told Hongjoong ahead of time too. “Today will be intense, if you don’t feel up to it, you can go and sit out a couple of rounds”, Yunho whispered as he helped Mingi stretch, “I’d rather have you just watch than push yourself too hard.” Though the reassurance helped ease his nerves a little, the rapper promised himself to participate as much as he possibly could without fainting.

This determination had Mingi push on even when his stomach started to ache. Rationally, he knew it was most likely hunger because he had skipped breakfast and was dancing so intensely on an empty stomach. Seonghwa had reminded him of the lunchbox in his bag a couple of times but the thought of their fan sign event later had him feel sick with nerves, so he couldn’t possibly stomach anything right now. Besides, if he sat out, his mind would have more capacity to spiral. Right now, all he could focus on was staying on his feet and trying to execute the different dance moves although they were sloppy. It was normal to feel sore and shaky running on so little sleep and no food, so nothing too concerning right?

Mingi was so out of it that he didn’t even hear Hongjoong calling for a break. Yunho had been monitoring all of the members but had kept an especially close eye on his best friend and had motioned to Hongjoong that something was seriously wrong. Seeing the others head for their water bottles, Mingi stumbled over to his bag and collapsed next to it. Propped up by the wall, the rapper pulled his knees up and rested his forehead on them, breathing hard. “Mingi-ah, you’re done with dancing for today”, Hongjoong announced as he crouched in front of his dongsaeng, “You’re in no shape to dance and I will not risk you injuring yourself because you’re exhausted.”

Taking a seat next to Mingi, Yunho hummed: “Eat something. You’re white as a sheet, while the rest of us is flushed from dancing. I can tell you’re running low.” The younger didn’t lift his head to acknowledge he had heard them. He was far too dizzy to move at all. “Don’t curl in on yourself”, Yunho scolded softly when he noticed how much his friend was struggling to breathe, “Come on, chest nice and wide, now breathe with me.” Clinging to his hyung’s voice, Mingi focused only on him and tried his best to match him. They had done this before. Yunho knew how to bring him down and Mingi trusted him to do so. Hongjoong gave them some space and quietly told the group they’d be taking a longer break and to leave the room for a while.

“Do you want to talk?”, Yunho asked quietly, once Mingi had been breathing steadily for a few minutes. Holding back tears, the rapper shrugged: “It’s no big deal. ‘m just tired.” – “Is it about later?”, Yunho guessed, slowly reaching out to rub the younger’s back. He was slow enough that Mingi could tell him ‘no’ if he didn’t want to be touched but right now it helped a bit. “It’s gotten so much better but I’m tired as hell and it seems like the end of the world right”, Mingi admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Smiling sympathetically, Yunho hummed: “Can you tell me what you’re feeling right now?” – “My heart’s racing, chest tight and cramps. ‘m totally drained by the lack of sleep, so aching all over but those three are worst”, the rapper mumbled, afraid of his hyung’s scolding he added, “I know I shouldn’t have let it get to this point.”

They sat for a few more minutes, Yunho texting Hongjoong that Mingi wouldn’t be able to attend their fan sign event and should best be sent home to catch up on some of the missed sleep. There was a tentative knock before Seonghwa slipped into the room. Slowly approaching the pair, the eldest took a seat on the floor and hummed: “Hongjoong is talking to management right now because we all agree that you shouldn’t attend today. Will you be okay staying home on your own?” Mingi gave a defeated nod but deep down was glad that he could go home. “That’s good”, Seonghwa smiled, “There are conditions though, for your safety. You need to eat and drink something before you leave because the risk of you passing out on the way back is too high right now and please shoot us a message as soon as you arrive, so we know you made it and we don’t have to send a search team to look for you.”

Though wincing, Mingi accepted the lunchbox and lifted a bite to his lips. His stomach cramped up in but he reminded himself that his bed was waiting for him at home and he could lay down with his heating pad soon. “You’re doing great”, Yunho praised quietly, rubbing Mingi’s back, “Take it as slow as you need to.” The rapper’s tongue felt heavy and he needed a few sips of water to get the food down at all. Hands trembling, Mingi had to place everything down, so he wouldn’t drop it. “My stomach feels funny”, he muttered but knowing it could also be hunger, he slowly finished half of his food, taking long breaks in between the bites though, while his group resumed their practice.

The music drowned out the painful gurgles coming from Mingi’s stomach but Yunho still spotted his friend’s miserable expression in the mirror. Shakily getting to his feet, Mingi wrapped an arm protectively around his middle and dragged himself to the restroom. His meal wasn’t sitting right. The rocking motion of his steps brought his stomach closer to the edge and he had to swallow back a burp as he shouldered open the restroom door.

Breathing erratically, Mingi burst into the stall. With sweaty hands, he braced himself against the walls as he choked on air, coughing hard. Dark spots clouded his vision and he couldn’t tell whether the first wave of sick actually made it into the bowl. He couldn’t dwell on it for long, stomach lurching again. Tears spilled down his pale cheeks as a loud retch brought up more undigested bits. A hand appeared on Mingi’s back, bringing his racing mind back to the present but it didn’t feel right. “It’s okay”, San shushed, backing off when the younger flinched away from his touch. He felt helpless, not knowing how to comfort his dongsaeng now that physical affection was out of question.

Mingi’s trembling hand brushed against San’s, clutching it tightly. The older winced at how sweaty his palm was but gave it a reassuring squeeze, humming: “Try to slow your breathing, Mingi-ah. You’ll pass out if you don’t slow down.” Gasping weakly, Mingi tried to force in some air but failed, getting dizzier by the minute. With how little he had had in his stomach, it didn’t take long for him to be empty, his quick, ragged breaths only interrupted by strained, dry heaves. “Do you want me to get Yunho? He’s teaching right now, that’s why I followed you but I can get him”, San worried, not really wanting to leave the younger alone but unsure of what to do. Nodding desperately, Mingi let go of the other’s hand and hugged his twisting middle as he hoped his hyung would be quick.

“I’m here”, Yunho panted as he crouched behind Mingi, who had slumped against the wall of the stall. The rapper didn’t even move when he heard Yunho’s voice, his breath shallow and fast. Carefully lifting his dongsaeng’s head, Yunho frowned: “Hey, you with me?” Mingi nodded the slightest bit, recognizing the voice though his eyes remained out of focus. “You can feel my hand, take a deep breath right where you feel it”, Yunho instructed, gently spreading his palm over the lower half of Mingi’s chest. His touch was incredibly light, just a guidance without making breathing any harder for the younger. Drawing a shuddering breath, the rapper finally felt his body again and tried to focus solely on Yunho’s hand instead of the flood of miserable symptoms crashing over him. “Good job”, the dancer whispered, “Keep focusing on your breathing.”

The dizziness slowly dissipated but Mingi’s body remained slack, too weak to keep himself upright, so Yunho pulled his friend into his arms to prop him up against his own chest. Tearing off some toilet paper, he gently cleaned Mingi up while his heart ached. The rapper looked totally drained and not in any shape to be sent home alone.

“How’s your stomach now?”, Yunho hummed, carefully brushing Mingi’s bangs out of his face. Finally meeting his hyung’s eyes, the rapper rasped: “Fluttery. ‘m probably empty though.” – “Okay. How do you feel?” – “Weak… tired… everything hurts”, Mingi slurred, closing his eyes again. Resting his hand on his friend’s chest again, Yunho pleaded: “Stay awake for me, yeah? You have nothing to worry about, hyung will figure it out but I need you to stay conscious.”

Yunho wanted so badly to take Mingi home and take care of him for the rest of the day but he knew he wouldn’t be able to miss the fan sign too. Plus, Atiny would be so disappointed if only six members were attending. Hongjoong had the saving idea, getting Mingi to sleep on the couch at the back of Eden’s studio. The producer could keep an eye on him while the group attended the event. Not that he had to do much because the boy was out cold after sipping some of the tea they had brought him. The hot drink soothed both, his stomach and his nerves, making it easy to give into the exhaustion.

Mingi had a hard time waking up when Yunho came to collect him and blearily stumbled along to the waiting car. The members had already worked out that Yunho would be staying at Mingi’s dorm for the night because the two were the closest and if anyone was able to calm the rapper down, it was Yunho. Seonghwa had taken it upon himself to cook some soup and plain rice because Mingi had only had a few bites that day and those he had immediately thrown back up, though he apologized repeatedly now that he was more coherent. He couldn’t understand why Seonghwa was cooking him another meal because when the eldest had gone out of his way to pack him a lunchbox, he hadn’t appreciated the effort in any way. In Mingi’s mind, it would be more logical if the other was mad at him but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“I’m sorry, we forced you to eat earlier”, Seonghwa hummed as he took a seat on the edge of Mingi’s bed, “You won’t have to eat right away but please try to have something at some point tonight. I’ll just leave it in the kitchen and you or Yunho can warm it up whenever it feels safe.” Slurring another apology, Mingi thanked Seonghwa and curled up under his blanket. “I finally got you your heating pad, if you still want it”, Yunho smiled, trading places with Seonghwa. Giving a small nod, the rapper hugged it to his middle and glanced up at Yunho when the older spoke: “Can I get you anything else? Do you want cuddles or should I stay in the living room, so you can have your space while I’m still close by if you need me?” – “Cuddles, please”, Mingi mumbled, lifting the corner of his blanket as an invitation. Yunho didn’t need to be told twice and was quick to join the rapper. Holding his best friend securely against his chest, Yunho too didn’t take long to drift off. Worrying about the younger had totally drained him too.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #emeto #tw emeto #ateez #tw rpf #novemetober

[steve-and-the-father]

Peterick tumblr PLEASE give me good fic recommendations

#tw rpf #fall out boy #peterick #pete wentz #patrick stump #rpf #ao3 #specifically ao3

[salemruinseverything]

the followers were great because ryan ross was like “i want to make a band about my parental trauma” and pete wentz was like “No you’re gonna make recruitment propaganda for the classic rock scene” and spencer smith was like “i have been tricked by ryan ross, into being here, so i’m going to portray a closeted heterosexual” and joe trohman was like “i’m in a beer commercial!”

#salem's shitposting at midnight again #the heart rate of a mouse #throam #throam!ryan #throam!pete #throam!spencer #throam!joe #tw alcohol mention #tw panic! at the disco #tw rpf

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Gay Cousin

For writers pride month bingo 2023

“I’m officially the gay cousin.” Kirk flopped down on the hotel bed. 

“Me too.” Lars dropped down next to him, feet dangling a few inches from the discolored hotel carpet. 

“And the gay sibling.” “Black sheep of the family.” 

Lars propped himself up on his arm and tucked his hair behind his ear. “You okay?” He took one curl between his fingers and let it drop down between Kirks eyes. “What happened when you told them?”

“I- I was” The tension was worse than the heat and humidity. “I don’t know if I’ll get to go home for the holidays. Even if we get time off. Something always happens.”

Lars wanted to take all the anxiety and worry from Kirk's heart and throw it into a volcano. “You have a seat at our table if you need it. “ “ My parents already consider you family.”

“Really?”

“When I uhhh, umm told them, they.” He chuckled. “They already knew and made bets on when I would come out. And my mom made it a drinking game each time I said something about you.”

“Are there any weird Danish traditions I need to know about?” 

“No!”

“But the house turns into a Danish bakery around Christmas and my birthday.”

“Let me guess your parents can cook but it skipped a generation?”

“I can cook!” 

“No, you can’t!”

Master post and Ao3

#rpf #cw rpf #tw rpf #metallica fanfiction #Metallica slash #klars #ashland writes #guy cousin #writer's pride month bingo 2023 #Writer's Pride Month 2023

[tenpixelsusie]

rpf writers in the hannibal universe have to preface their slasher x readers with a banner saying "I DO NOT CONDONE THE MURDERS COMMITTED BY THE CHESEPEAKE RIPPER I JUST WANT HIM" and then two weeks later a loved one of theirs has to tell all their followers that they were his latest victim. sorry what was i saying

#hannibal tv show #hannibal nbc #ask to tag #tw rpf mention #tw rpf

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts: #311

Vanoss Crew IRL Names & Alias' Prompts: [ 7 ]

SMII7Y

Let's get 'em, Fl0m.

I'm coming, Fl0m!

Bye, Fl0m you stupid bitch.

Fl0m, you have the ammo now.

This is why I said you're a terrible teammate, Tucker, right here.

Tucker flipped, Tucker flipped.

Fl0m, you want to race, me and you?

Pezzy, I'm gonna absolve you of your sins.

Play the zero, Nogla.

Pezzy, just drop it.

VANOSSGAMING

Hey, Brock's away for a couple of weeks, so we gotta let it out.

Hey, Marcel, speaking of elevators, did you know that one ding means up, and two dings means down, in an elevator? Well, now you know, bitch, tell people I told you.

I want that fact to be attached to my name. I want to release a book, Vanoss Elevator facts, one page long.

Brian, do you have any TNT?

What does that mean, Delirious, we vote for you?

I guess I'll vote for Delirious.

I voted for you, Nogla.

Nogla, just text me what happened.

Nogla tried to kill you?

Sit your ass down, Lanai.

TERRORISER

No, that's Brock's that's gonna get it.

Brock, down, this could be my moment.

Oh my God, if Brock wins this…

Teleport there, Vanoss, teleport.

Welcome home, Delirious.

Oh, Brock's going to be so happy seeing you running around his area.

Vanoss, run!

Marcel, can you see me?

No, it wasn't Delirious!

Brock, you coming?

NOGLA

With Brock gone, we can finally have fun.

Cause Marcel never tips.

He's going for Brian.

Oh, Marcel, you're right here.

Yeah, Brian, it's not like I said it ten fucking times.

Evan, come here, you gotta stick with me.

Brian, we're just trying to help you, man.

Evan, what's your role?

Well, it's not me, Scotty or Wildcat.

You know what to do, Evan, just listen to your heart.

BIGPUFFER

Matt, be careful, it's a trap.

Grizzy, we're out front...Grizzy, where are you?

Grizzy found one too.

No, SMii7y's alive, SMii7y you have twenty seconds.

SMii7y, get him.

Matt, be a crab with me.

Grizzy, how about you fucking shoot someone…

Grizzy's AFK.

Fuck you, Nogla!

Fucking shoot this guy, SMii7y.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Terroriser, Nogla blew up your area.

I'm voting Vanoss.

Vanoss, you're bitch, you're a bitch, Vanoss!

You weren't supposed to vote him, Vanoss.

Bryce, you have made it.

We gotta figure out what happened here, Bryce.

Bryce, we just started the game and you already broke it!

Bryce, I'm dead.

Bryce, come here, look…look over there.

Hang on, Bryce.

BRYCEGAMES

This is my first day on the job, Delirious, can you take my picture?

One below you, Delirious, right below you.

Really, on Liz's birthday too?

Delirious is actually being very polite.

Liz, what'd you got?

What'd you got Ria?

Delirious, do you wanna see something work?

Delirious, would you like to take a dip with me?

Delirious, you left me alone again!

Delirious, I'm stuck.

#banana bus squad #vanoss crew #banana bus squad prompts #vanoss crew dialogue prompts #smii7y #vanossgaming #the terroriser #daithi de nogla #bigpuffer #h2odelirious #brycegames #bryce mcquaid #prompts #writing prompts #rpf prompts #rpf #tw rpf #text #words

[monthofsick]

Day 12 - Group Sickfic

fandom - SHINee

sickee - Ot5

caretaker - Jonghyun

summary - Illness hits the SHINee dorm and Jonghyun's the only one healthy enough to take care of everybody.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: emeto, nausea from food, anxiety, scat (non-graphic), real person fiction

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53751550

#submission #tw rpf #tw real person fiction #tw scat #tw anxiety #tw nausea #tw emeto #tw vomit #justalittlehoarse #fandom: shinee #rescheduled day12 #novemetober: rescheduled #prompt: group sickfic #this fic is really impressive!! #the language is so concise and conveys so much :O #y'all are killing it with the group sickfics this year! #i'm very impressed XD

[austinwehaveaproblem]

that post about the horrible histories rat saying if stuff is true or false except instead of ofmd it's for bandom rpf

#<|xD #tw rpf #austin's problems #but like seriously i die inside every time a fic is set in like 2007 or something and mikey's married to kristin like nO OOoOO O OO. no

[cuddlepilefics]

Sleepy sickie + post-adrenaline puke

Fandom: P1Harmony

Sickie: Intak

Caregivers: hyung-line

@monthofsick

TW: emeto, fainting, real person fiction

No one’s POV.:

Comebacks were always rough but now that P1Harmony actually won on a show, the members were motivated to work even harder to get more wins under their belt. It didn’t matter how tired they were, the feeling of being cheered on by their fans made the exhaustion absolutely worth it. “What’s on your mind?”, Keeho asked softly, catching Intak’s attention. Furrowing his brows at the leader, Intak muttered: “You talking to me, hyung?” – “Who else would I be talking to? We’re the only two here”, Keeho retorted and the younger frantically looked around the room. He hadn’t noticed their friends leaving. Had he really been that spaced out? “So?”, the leader repeated, “What’s on your mind? You seem really deep in thought, especially if you didn’t even notice the others heading out.”

There was a moment of silence before Intak asked: “Can I be honest with you? There’s nothing on my mind. No thoughts, head empty. ‘m just so tired.” – “So you’ve been more or less asleep with your eyes open, huh?”, Keeho chuckled, passing the younger a bottle of water, “I get that. None of us has gotten nearly enough sleep lately. Try to stay hydrated and we’ll see if we can fit in a nap at any point of the day.” Obediently sipping half of the water, Intak closed his eyes and massaged his temples. He hadn’t been able to kick this headache for the past two days and it only seemed to be getting worse. Noticing his dongsaeng’s discomfort, Keeho hummed: “Headache?” The younger nodded and closed his eyes, resting his head in his hands. “Don’t worry, the others will bring back lunch when they return and I’m sure Taeyang will have some painkillers for you once you got something in your stomach”, the leader smiled, massaging Intak’s neck.

Grimacing, the boy slipped one hand under his shirt and weakly palmed at his middle. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to have something in his stomach. It had been a little unsettled for a while now but he knew how stress could lead to digestive problems, so he wasn’t too concerned. “Are you feeling okay?”, Taeyang asked as he placed the takeout bag onto the table. “Huh?”, Intak sleepily blinked up at the eldest, “Wha’?” – “I asked if you’re feeling okay”, Taeyang repeated, “You look pretty pale.” Sitting up, the rapper sighed: “Need sleep.” His words still came out a little slurred and he sluggishly scrubbed at his swollen eyes. “We all do”, Keeho muttered under his breath as he glanced at their maknaes tiredly piling onto a seat together.

After making sure their two youngest were eating, Jiung joined his hyungs in fussing over Intak. “Eat something”, Jiung hummed, placing a takeout box in front of the younger, “You’ll need the energy for the performance.” Though his appetite was almost non-existent but feeling pressured by his hyungs, he forced himself to eat, partly hoping he’d feel more alive once he had something in his system. Intak missed the hushed conversation between the two eldest but quietly thanked Taeyang when the older handed him a painkiller. Once the headache improved, he should be more functional.

That plan backfired badly and Intak found himself with a bad stomachache barely half an hour after his meal. He had already gotten his hair and makeup done, so he curled up on the couch and closed his eyes for a while. There was no way, he’d be able to take a nap though, the pain so intense he could barely breathe. His stomach groaned lowly, catching Jiung’s attention. “You good?”, the older whispered, heart breaking when the other shook his head. Releasing a slow breath, Intak mumbled: “The food isn’t settling at all.” – “No? What’s going on?”, Jiung worried, scooting over to feel his dongsaeng’s forehead, “You don’t have a fever, do you feel sick at all?” The younger slipped his hand under his shirt and rubbed his churning stomach, breathing: “It hurts like hell and I feel like I’m gonna puke.” – “Should we go to the bathroom?”, Jiung cooed, offering Intak a hand, “Come on, maybe you’ll feel better if you get it out.”

Intak panted as he bent over the toilet bowl, spitting into the undisturbed waters and watching the ripples. Standing behind his dongsaeng, Jiung rubbed the other’s back and winced when he felt his spine ripple. Intak’s eyes watered as he pitched forward with a harsh retch. Breaking into a strained coughing fit, the rapper hugged his middle tight as the pain increased tenfold. Intak sank into a crouch and heaved forcefully but couldn't bring anything up. Kneading the back of the rapper’s neck, Jiung offered: “Do you want me to get you some water? Might soothe your stomach or help you throw up.” – “Stay, please?”, Intak whimpered and shook his head, a fresh tear spilling down his pale cheek.

Jiung did stay, patiently rubbing Intak’s back as the younger heaved painfully. The rapper didn’t bring anything up though, only shredding his throat with unproductive retches as his stomach kept turning. Realizing that nothing would come from his attempts, Intak straightened back up and winced when his ears rang. With his vision darkening, he grabbed Jiung’s arms to steady himself, grateful when the older grabbed him to keep him from toppling over.

“You should have a couple of minutes to lay down and rest before we need to get on stage”, Jiung mused, walking Intak back to the couch, where the rapper promptly curled up, “Here, have some water first.” – “Hyung, I’m not sure that’s a good idea”, Intak moaned, palming his still upset stomach. He doubted it’d stay down. Turning to the younger, Keeho gasped in shock: “Woah, shit! What happened to your voice?!” Since the rapper looked so uncomfortable talking about it, Jiung replied softly: “Lunch wasn’t sitting so well and he’s feeling really sick to his stomach. He didn’t throw up yet but the dry heaves strained his throat badly.” – “You’re sick?”, Keeho frowned, feeling Intak’s forehead but he couldn’t detect a fever either. The younger didn’t reply, already knocked out.

“Poor kid”, Jiung whispered as he glanced at his sleeping dongsaeng, “He’s so exhausted, I think his body is lacking the energy to digest his meal. That might be why it's hurting him so much.” – “I’ll make sure he’ll be cleared from schedules for the remainder of the day”, Keeho promised, “Not sure I’ll be able to her him out of this performance though, since he didn’t throw up nor does he have a fever.” Jiung nodded grateful and went to find Taeyang to see if the older also had nausea medication, still praying his dongsaeng would have to perform. He couldn’t help beating himself up for saying that Intak hadn’t gotten sick yet. Though the rapper had tried so hard to be quiet, Jiung was sure at least some of the staff had heard him, so they could’ve easily lied but it was too late for that now.

Intak had a hard time waking up when Taeyang shook him just in time to quickly get his makeup retouched before having to go on stage. “You should drink a little more than that”, the eldest commented when Intak swallow the pill with only one tiny sip if water, “We wouldn’t want you passing out on stage.” – “No’ gonna pass ou’”, the rapper slurred, pushing the bottle away. Watching the interaction, Keeho wondered how the boy was going to rap his lines if he was too sleepy to pronounce such a simple sentence. Fighting down a sickly burp, Intak muttered under his breath: “More worried ‘bout pukin’ in front of everyone.” – “That’s not very reassuring”, Jiung chuckled sadly, also encouraging the other to have a few more sips.

They only had a few minutes left and Intak weakly slumped into Jiung’s side. “I cleared your schedule for the rest of the day, so you can catch up on some sleep soon. Your voice sounds wrecked, that’s why we’ll have you lipsync, just focus on dacing”, Keeho informed him quietly, “We’ll need you to stay awake a little longer though. Just get this performance over with and then you can rest.” The words barely made sense in Intak’s muddled brain but hearing their fans’ cheers already, the adrenaline woke him up just in time. Though he still felt incredibly shaky, he managed to put on a smile for their fans and forced his sore body to dance his heart out, temporarily forgetting the nausea licking at the back of his throat.

The members were stunned as they watched Intak dance. They wouldn’t have noticed him being unwell at all if they didn’t know. That was also why they startled when their friend crumpled, barely striking the ending pose before losing consciousness. With the camera focusing on their two maknaes as ending fairies, Keeho and Jiung quickly hoisted Intak off the floor and carried him backstage. Placing the rapper on the couch with a stack of cushions to elevate his legs, Jiung anxiously patted his dongsaeng’s pale cheeks, while a staff member fanned the boy with a stack of papers.

Intak was so unbelievably dizzy when he came to, his eyes still out of focus. With the adrenaline wearing off, the nausea returned with a vengeance, making him roll onto his side. Keeho managed to snatch a towel and hold it under Intak’s chin just in time for the rapper to gag up his nausea medicine. “You’re okay”, Jiung cooed and replaced the towel with a trash can, patting his dongsaeng’s back as he choked. Hurriedly removing the cushions, Keeho sat Intak up to help him breathe while the younger kept coughing. The leader placed the trash can between the rapper’s legs and winced when he threw up again. Intak barely managed to get a breath in before another large wave spilled from his lips. Rubbing slow, comforting circles on the rapper’s back, Jiung whispered: “Get it all out, your stomach will feel better afterwards.” – “You did so well”, Keeho praised, getting another towel that he wet with some cold water, draping ut across the back of his dongsaeng’s neck to ease his headache a little.

The rest of the members, joined them not much later, hearts aching when they found Intak sleepily curled up against Jiung’s side. It had taken a bit for the heaves to die down, his throat now burning from the strain. He couldn’t bring himself to drink anything, merely rinsing his mouth a couple of times to get rid of the vile taste. Now that the adrenaline was gone, Intak was zapped of all energy, finally breaking into tears after fighting so hard to keep it together. Seeing that he was probably done throwing up, Jiung opened his arms and inviting the rapper to cuddle into him. “It’s okay, you’re truly exhausted, huh?”, the older smiled sadly, scratching Intak’s scalp to soothe him. “Come on, put on your sweater”, Taeyang coaxed, “Sitting around in your sweaty stage outfit isn’t going to do you any good.”

It did need some convincing for Intak to move, unable to hold back a hoarse whimper at the pounding pain in his head. Taeyang stood in front of his dongsaeng, smoothing the shirt down his back while the younger sleepily rested his head against the other’s tummy. Cradling Intak’s head against his middle, the eldest promised: “We’ll get you to bed soon. There’s nothing for you to worry about. Hyungs will handle everything.” The rapper trembled, silent tears soaking into Taeyang’s shirt. It had been a while since he had last felt this miserable. The room seemed to be spinning at irregular speeds but his hyung’s arms kept him grounded. “Hyung, we grabbed you some tea”, Jongseob hummed, carrying a paper cup. Seeing that Intak wasn’t yet able to stomach anything and his hands were too shake, the maknae gave it to Taeyang to hold onto for the time being.

Intak was slowly drifting off against Taeyang, while the others got ready to leave. Before he could fall asleep though, the eldest had him sip some of the tea and they were relieved that it soothed both, his throat and his stomach. Shota came to remove Intak’s smeared makeup, while Taeyang freshened up too and the they were off. The rapper fell asleep against Jiung as they drove him back to the dorm, so he could rest. “Fee’ sick ‘gain”, Intak slurred when they pulled up to the building, only half awake. Cursing under his breath, Keeho got out and opened the door for the younger who didn’t even get to unbuckle his seatbelt before leaning out of the car, retching onto the pavement. Since Intak didn’t have much left in him, the spell was over once he heaved up a few mouthful of acid and Jiung unbuckled his seatbelt for him.

With how dizzy he was, it was hard to get Intak out of the car without him falling over but they eventually had him stumbling along between Keeho and Jiung, who prayed their dongsaeng would make it up to his room without anymore incidents because he already looked about to faint again. Taeyang rushed to removed the boy’s shoes but by the time they sat him down on his bed, he was ghostly pale anyway. Resting his hands on his dongsaeng’s shoulders, Keeho eased the boy down and shushed: “Breathe through the dizziness. We’re here now, you won’t have to move anytime soon.” – “Hyung, ‘m so tired”, Intak whimpered, draping his arm over his face as he waited for the dark spots to fade. “We know”, the leader sighed, running his hand through the rapper’s hair, “You did so well though. I’m really proud of you.”

Sadly, they could only get Intak cleared of his schedule, so there was no one who could stay with him. That’s why Jiung set him up with a bucket next to his bed, while Shota and Jongseob went through their snack cabinet and picked out some saltine crackers and pretzels. Taeyang brought a bottle of water and a sports drink, placing them on Intak’s nightstand next to the snacks their maknaes brought. “We’ll have to leave soon but you should try to get some fluids and electrolytes in as soon as your stomach settles down. There’s some stuff on your nightstand, anything particular you want us to get you before we leave?”, the eldest hummed, receiving a shake of the head, “You got your phone, so if you need anything, give us a call. Try to catch up on some sleep, okay? See you tonight.”

Finally having permission to rest, Intak was out before the door had even closed behind his friends.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #emeto #tw emeto #tw rpf #p1harmony #novemetober

[kniesys]

0426 primer

aka gavin brindley and seamus casey, baby wolverines

starting off with the background, the two boys grew up near each other and have been best friends since they were about five years old

so they’re besties! we’ve established that!

so the two have played in tournaments together pre umich.

they played together during the 2019-2020 season, but were split up during the 2020-2021 season, along with the 2021-2022 season as gavin played for the tri-city storm, and seamus played for the usntdp. both boys played on the US national u18 team in 21-22 together.

a little bit about them each individually

seamus

- drafted 46th overall to the new jersey devils

- from fort myers florida

- celeb crush is margo robbie (love her!)

- is a defenseman

gavin

- eligible for the 2023 nhl draft, he’s a top prospect

- also from fort myers florida

- plays right wing, is on an all freshman line with jackson hallum and rutger mcgroaty

gavin got an assist on seamus’s first goal, cue. the cute celebration from the two!

some photos of the two, all from either of their instagrams

this instagram post, pretty self explanatory

that is all! if i missed anything, i apologize!!

#umich rpf #hrpf #tw rpf #0426 #0426 primer #michigan wolverines #umich hockey #gavin brindley #seamus casey #rpf chats #please boost!

[can-of-pringles]

Why does it seem like it's always the adults writing rpf... like shouldn't you know better by that point

#when i say adults i was thinking for example 25 ish or more #those ages i see writing this stuff often #anti rpf #rpf dni #rpf tw #tw rpf

[salemruinseverything]

a collection of my concerning mcr(/adjacent) drafts

#salem's random thoughts #my chemical romance #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #literally do not think a single one of these mentions mikey actually. i cant say anything weird about him claudia will kill me #gerbert #frerard #tw rpf #bert mccracken #emerson barrett #might as well. #dsmpjoys au #witchfucker wednesday

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Closet

“I think I’m bi.” Lars passed the joint to the other man.

“Me too.” Kirk passed the joint back to the brunette.

“I didn’t know until I met this guy. He’s focking hot. Brown eyes curls past his shoulders. Funny and reads a lot of comics. Loves horror.”

“Are, you saying you like me too.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled a bit. “wait. “ “What?”

Kirk smiled which was brighter than the sun. “I’ve never seen you blush. It’s kinda cute.” 

“I feel all floaty.” It wasn’t from the weed.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah.” Kirk tasted like weed and cheap stale beer.

Authors note: And with that, I am done with the Pride month prompts. Probably not my best work. But I kinda got distracted by getting pushed over the edge to start writing for another band.

Master post

#writerspridemonth23 #metallica fanfiction #rpf #tw rpf #klars fic #kirk/lars #Klars

[candorverity]

So just discovered that fanfic sex scenes with Ineffable Husbands is uncomfy to read. Not other ships. Just these two. I can't stop imagining it as Crowley and Aziraphale having sex, with their blazers on.

#more specifically michael sheen and david tennet having sex with their characters blazers on #which is weird #for so many reasons #david tennet #michael sheen #good omens #fanfic related #sorta aspec #ace #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #crowley loves aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale #smut related #tw smut #tw rpf #again only kinda but i wanted to mention it #just in case #mine specifically for future reference

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #310

Vanoss Crew Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 8 ]

VANOSSGAMING

Yeah, we gotta get out of here.

That would be one badass way to go.

Nevermind, you're not needed.

Hello, ghost person? What's your favorite color?

I wasn't scared at all, by the way, guys.

I'm obviously going to die first.

Jeez, relax, we're like four feet away.

Fuck, where's the lighter?

I spent three hundred dollars and we still don't get everything we need?

What the fuck was that, he broke the ouiji board.

He's haunting our utility bills.

I'm so alone and scared.

It doesn't look too dangerous.

I'm falling through the sky.

Wait, really, is that what you’re eating right now?

No, I’m fucking serious, dude.

My thing’s not working anymore.

There’s like an identical whale flying past my screen right now.

I tried to light it, it didn’t work.

I need admin rights.

TERRORISER

You're gonna flip, bitch.

Hey, get in the vehicle!

Okay, let's get the metal detectors.

Oh, I lived.

Oh my God, this actually worked really well.

Shut up about the elevator.

He's gonna fucking hate this.

We're gonna blow this up, right?

This is like a perfect welcoming gift, what a home.

The first thing you do is throw me under a fucking bus, how fucking dare you, you little fuck.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

He pushed me off! 

I didn't fall, he pushed me off!

I got hit, I'm dead.

I didn't know that was an option.

Alright, backing out.

No hesitation.

You're crushing it right now.

Alright, I'm in, I'm in.

He grabbed me and killed me.

What just killed me?

COURAGEJD

I need you to look internally or something, and figure out where we can improve.

I trusted you this whole time, I knew you had it.

No you're not, right?

I just cheated.

Why is he doing jumping jacks in the middle of the run?

I'm right behind you, baby, I'm right behind you, daddy.

Telling you right now, that'd be so crazy.

See you guys in hell!

We're gonna lose, we're gonna be out.

I'm so far behind, bro.

SMII7Y

I saved myself.

He might be coming back.

We don’t need the drone right now.

How did you not die?

That's more like it.

Oh my bad, I thought you were going to kill me.

Shall we wait?

Bro, that’s nice as hell.

Nice driving you fucking idiot.

This was not worth it.

BLARG

Hello, hunter time.

I've been chasing this guy for five business days.

Get away from me, chair!

They look like a handsome couple.

Yeah, but I don't know how to use it.

Bitch, I shot it, don't worry.

So, what's the game plan right now?

Do you know how good I am at dying?

Watch this, I'm already dead.

Alright, I'm done my chores.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Get your bats out, we ain't playing games this time.

Stop fighting over the baby!

I'm leaving you guys.

We're fighting for that last slice of pizza right there.

We definitely need money, we’re low on cash.

What did he say? I didn’t hear him.

I shouldn’t piss them off.

 I’m not good at maths, even easy maths, especially when I’m being put on the spot.

Ah, he killed me!

What’d you hit me with?

DEADSQUIRREL

I can never hit you!

Well, that's a lie.

It is what it is, sometimes.

Are you okay, are you down?

I never said we were smart.

I don't have good guns for this, I just realized that.

That grenade launcher would be beautiful right now.

I'm where we're supposed to be.

I'm out of ammo.

He's screaming his ass off.

#banana bus squad #vanoss crew #bbs prompts #vanossgaming #the terroriser #basicallyidowrk #couragejd #smii7y #blargmyschnoople #h2odelirious #deadsquirrel #vanoss crew prompts #rpf prompts #tw rpf #bbs sentence starters #text #words

[monthofsick]

Day 6 - Post-Adrenaline Puke

fandom - SHINee

sickee - Onew

caretaker - mostly Key

summary - After a stage filming and a stressful schedule, Onew pukes in the car ride to a photo shoot.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: emeto, stress, overwork, motion sickness, real person fiction

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53746774

If this is too late, I'm sorry 😭

#submission #tw real person fiction #tw rpf #tw vomit #tw stress #tw overwork #tw motion sickness #rescheduled day6 #prompt: post-adrenaline puking #justalittlehoarse #fandom: shinee #novemetober: rescheduled #i'm so weak for sick characters trying to do something to feel better #and the giving up at the first sign of pushback from whoever's around them #too exhausted to explain themselves ;-; #i love the way this fic balances the feel-bad-cause-i'm-sick angst with the overall emotional exhaustion angst #and no worries! late fics are okay #feel free to check the rules page if you have questions/concerns about that! #if anything is unclear just lmk! :>