#cabin-fever-bang

[violetsiren90]

Evergreen | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

(A Nothing But You universe fic)

Genre: hybrid AU; one-shot; established relationship; domestic fluff; slice of life; mountain living; pregnancy

Word Count: 1689

Summary: Seasons change, life moves on - but some things stay the same.

Content Warning: PG-13 for themes but my page and all its content are 18+ (minors, dni); wolf hybrid rut; mentions of knotting and marking; mentions of rut symptoms that include insomnia and lack of appetite; deep emotions; the use of "your" and "belonging" in the sense of committed love NOT ownership; pregnancy; mentions of different states of undress; domesticity and shared domestic responsibility; homesteading; Chris being the sweetest and most caring 😭💕; Chris chopping wood 😳; mentions of food and eating; implications of sexual intimacy, parenthood

Author's Note: I guess I went and fell in love with these two. This is a companion one-shot to Nothing But You. This one-shot is a different flavor, not as soft and cozy all the way through - there are more notes here, I think. Some sweeter, some sharper, but in the end, it's still them. I wanted to peek into their lives and see how they lived and loved. 🥰

If no one has told you yet today, please know that you are so loved, and so worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

~January~

Snow burdens the branches of the pines, the bitter North wind whistling between the trees, through the darkness, and over the blanket of fresh powder shrouding the forest floor. The mountains are sleeping, but your wolf is awake.

He nearly collapses, sinking to his knees as he shuts the cabin door. You spring up from your place by the fire to rush to him, but he holds up a hand, a growl rumbling low in his chest. You freeze. Panting, he slowly raises his face. Snowflakes cling to his lashes and dust over his head and shoulders. The dusky circles under his brown eyes speak of weariness, yet their expression is dark and wild. His nose is flushed from the chill. Beads of sweat quiver on his brow.

The fever still hasn't broken.

It appeared two days ago, with other sudden changes. Christopher has grown restless and short-tempered, and won't sleep in your bed. He smells intoxicatingly of cedar wood and amber.

You've been through it all before, his annual rut at the end of winter - four days of watching him endure the throes of primal agony. He would steal away at night, to hunt, your proximity far too overwhelming for his heightened senses and desires. Unchecked he would fail to stop himself. He would take you, mark you, knot you.

He hadn't in the four years you'd shared a bed and the comfort of the other's flesh. You'd spoken of the mating rites, but he always held off, afraid to break you. So protective of you always, and without a second a thought to himself.

You respected his space, his wishes, attempting to help him navigate the torment of his natural longings as best you could.

But this year it had taken him like a wild fire. The fever wouldn't break. He wouldn't sleep or eat. And now, here he was, half frozen and shivering on the floor.

No more.

You slowly cross to pull him up against his weak protesting. You peel away his frost-damp clothes and drag his heavy frame to rest upon the bed. With his last strength he tries to push you away, but you slip under the blankets beside him, pulling him into your arms.

His eyes flutter shut as he curls against you and nuzzles into your neck, whimpering that when he wakes it will be too hard for him to hold back.

You tell him not to try.

You tell him that you need him, want him - all of him. This part too, with all the others.
You assure him softly that you're not afraid, nor should he fear to make you his...you already belong to one another, after all.

You whisper that you love him.

Christopher exhales, tears trickling down his cheeks to mingle with the sweat and melted snow. You hold him to your breast, brushing soft kisses into his hair.

Cedar wood and amber.

~April~

You shake out a flannel shirt, crinkled and bunched from wringing to hang it on the line that stretches from the side of the cabin to a young yellow birch within the clearing. You smile as you fasten it with clips. He had worn it on the first day he visited the diner. It was faded then, and it has grown more timeworn still. But the fabric is thick, the seams hand-sewn, and if the dye has begun to abandon the thread it is only ever the softer. 

Strong and soft, like him.

The warblers are singing in the branches of the white pines as they busily fashion their nests. You stroke a hand down over the little bump of your belly, musing over the nesting that has started to change the trappings of your own little home. There's still plenty of time, but Christopher's excitement has poured forth in the form of hard work, and you're certain that when your time comes he'll have stored by enough for the next three winters yet.

You hear the rumbling of his truck a ways off. He left in the wee hours, the bed loaded down with wares to sell to suppliers in town. By the time you've strung up the last piece of washing he's already at the mouth of the trail, his arms laden with flowers and parcels wrapped in brown paper. The light wash of his denim shirt brings out the early kisses of the spring sunshine on his honeyed skin.

You follow him into the house where he puts your wildflowers into a vase and insists that you sit while he tends to lunch. Unwrapping the brown paper packages you find a set of pretty maternity pajamas, a box of chocolates, and the goat's milk soap you like. 

He's already eaten half his sandwich when he sets yours down, and you tug his wrist, pulling him into a chair to prevent him from setting out to work yet again. 

When the dishes are cleared you won't let him leave. He'd work every second of every day and well into many nights if you let him. But today you want him to rest. It's a mild and lovely afternoon and the chores are done. Other things can wait.

You sit across his lap on the porch swing he built two summers before. Your arms encircle one of his as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

His lips brush your forehead as his thumb caresses the little curved scar where the slope of your shoulder meets your neck. The one that means you belong to him and no one else.

The birds sing and the swing creaks.


~July~

He calls you from around the other side of the house. You draw an arm over your dripping brow and struggle up from where you're crouched to spread a batch of plump, ripe blackberries between the screens of the drying rack. There are still so many. Some you'll turn into jam. Christopher will eat the rest. He loves them. You rest the colander still half-full with berries against the full swell of your belly, wrapping an arm about the rim to keep it in place. 

You're hot and uncomfortable these days. But, when the morning's work is through, you'll go down to the lake together to shed the day's heat in the cool, still waters. You'd been every afternoon that week. Christopher was a strong swimmer, and would stay in far longer while you sat on the shady bank with a book. When he finally quit the water yesterday, he'd never found his clothes - instead he'd pressed you back into the lush green grass and made you sigh his name. 

As you round the far side of the cabin your eyes catch his form. He stands under the sweltering sun, stripped down to pair of fitted khaki work pants and thick suede boots. His muscular chest is slicked with sweat and he stands, panting, with his weight pressed into his right hip. He holds an axe in his hand.

His mouth pulls up at the corner and his tail swishes at the site of you. You tuck yourself against him wrapping your free arm around his damp waist. Oh how you want to swim. To hold his strong body in the dark water.

He gestures with the axe at what he's fitted together with stripped pieces of soft pine. A little cradle. He nudges it with his foot, setting it to rock. You bring a blackberry to his lips and he accepts it.

You kiss him.

Salty skin and summer fruit.


~October~

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of little cries. You sit up and stretch, blinking in the softness of the early autumn light.

You inhale deeply. Cinnamon and hickory smoke.

Outside the air is growing crisp and the leaves of the deciduous trees are blushing and abandoning their hosts, covering the floor of the wood in their pageantry. Fruit and game have begun to grow scarce as the forest prepares to enter the long slumber of the colder months. Nights require fires more often than not.

There is a small fire crackling now. A little black cauldron hangs over the flames, and you can smell the porridge simmering within. The man you love sits in a rocking chair near the warmth, a little bundle in his arms. He looks up at you as you rise and he smiles. He's been all smiles lately. In fact, you don't think the little dimple has left his cheek since he met the tiny she-wolf in his arms two weeks ago.

He says she looks like you, but all you see in her beautiful little features is Christopher. She has two tiny fuzzy ears and a darling little tale.

You reach down to stroke her fat cheek and your heart aches.

It aches from love, so much of it.

When the doctor placed her in your arms a part of your heart that you hadn't known existed burst to beating. You thought you loved the man who had knitted her inside you as much as you were able, but you had been ignorant in that respect as well. When he took your daughter in his arms and looked down on her face you thought that there wasn't room in your chest for things so vast, so deep.

You named her Hannah, for the sister her father had lost. It meant "grace".

So fitting, you think.

You move your fingers into Christopher's curls and he looks up at you. His brown eyes are soft and warm. The lovely eyes you saw that first day at the general store - the same through every changing season.

The maple and the birch will wax and wane, but not the cedar, not the pine.

Some things will remain.

And he is evergreen.
 

-Fin-

#skz x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz fanfic #skz fantasy au #hybrid #hybrid au #wolf chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x female reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids fan fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids au #bang chan oneshot #skz oneshots #stray kids oneshot

[winchestergirl2]

February Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs | 2024 Reading Recs

Walker

Cordell Walker

Quieting the Demons Inside @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell opens up to the reader, and his vulnerability takes their relationship to the next level.

Privacy @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell is a passionate man, but he’s a dad too. It doesn’t mean he has to choose between the two.

Texas Nights @stefanmikaleson1864

Dawsons Creek

CJ Braxton

Something Like This @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: A Nor'easter hits Boston and luckily for you, you don't have anywhere you need to be except right here snuggled up with CJ.

My Bloody Valentine

Tom Hanniger

Lonely Dancers @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: when your boyfriend cheats on you, it leads you to tom hanniger

10 Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Code Red @zepskies

Authors Summary: When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

High School Never Ends Part 1 | Part 2 | @illshakeyouallnightlong-dean

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Hollow @thoughtslikeaminefield

Authors Summary: @winchesterxfamilybusiness​ submitted this prompt to @cabin-fever-bang​ “Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna -xx”

Fire & Rain Masterlist @writercole

Authors Summary: When a fire destroys her place to live, Y/N and her daughter Lana are left with nowhere to go and no one to count on, except the kindness of a beautiful, green-eyed firefighter that saved their lives. Will the pair of them make it through the obstacles life has dealt them or will they crash and burn?

Just Another Day @1000roughdrafts

Authors Summary: Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Don't Forget It @hintsofhoney

Authors Summary: While working a case with Dean, he gets jealous of the way you interact with a suspect and decides to remind you who you belong to.

Sam Winchester

You're On Your Own Kid Part 1 @my-proof-is-you

Authors Summary: You’re used to being on your own. You’d been on your own as long as you could remember. Could Sam show you that it isn’t the only way to live?

Untitled Sam Winchester Fic @supernaturalfreewill

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Febuwhump Day 10 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Febuwhump Day 14 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Febuwhump Day 21 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Whole Lotta Love @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: beau finds a way repays the reader after taking care of him when he’s injured, but also to apologise for worrying her. but most importantly, to prove he was okay.

The Way We Fall In Love @smellingofpoetry

Authors Summary: This is the story of how they fall in love.

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Febuwhump Day 12 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Side Effects of Soldier Boy @tom-whore-dleston

Authors Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Smallville

Jason Teague

Febuwhump Day 7 @luci-in-trenchcoats

#winchestergirl2 recs #winchestergirl2 reads #fic recs #cordell walker x reader #cordell walker fic #cj braxton fic #cj braxton x reader #tom hanniger fic #tom hanniger x reader #boaz priestly x reader #priestly x reader #boaz priestly fic #priestly fic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen fic #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy fic #jason teague x reader #jason teague fic #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fic

[edupiii]

Murder Drones Oc just Dropped ✨

Meet Ecko!(Echo)

It’s a Worker Drone who unfortunately got stuck underground at Cabin Fever labs while she was helping repair something with her human teacher. Surviving on its own hasn’t been easy but it’s tooooottallly fine! She definitely doesn’t have any long lasting effects of the shit it’s seen and the things she’s done to survive. It’s the pinnacle of health and happiness for suurrreee

wanted to do something with the sentinels since I think they’re designs are SO COOL, but not sure how practical this would really be (eh, they’re robots, they make up their own rules. Also tried to give her a bit of a steampunk or rusty look to her

more pics + backstory info below if you wanna check her out!

Backstory (tw: robot gore)

- an enthusiastic Worker Drone who was programmed to follow and assist a human mechanic who would teach it how to repair faulty tech or busted machinery (so that the drone would do all the work later on and the human wouldn’t have to work anymore) (not very good for the work force and keeping employment rates up but you know-)

- during Copper9’s core meltdown, Ecko was underground in the CF labs to fix up a torture chamber (the usual unfortunate). She was on her own for this trip since it’s human teacher was stationed at a separate facility to repair some human stuff (idk it’s not important cause they die lol)

- once on its own after the meltdown, Ecko realized something was up and decided to try looking around for assistance, from human or drone

- after a while of searching for an other beings, she heard the sound of something scuttling around and came across the sentinels, whom were eating some screaming Worker Drones

- with this realization, Ecko retreated back and began its journey of survival on her own -years pass by and the drone begins to lose it a little as the isolation and fear of the unknown consumed her. Nevertheless, it tried to make the best of her infinite amount of time by going on salvage trips to find anything she could fix or snag for itself. With all her free time by herself, Ecko brought up the hobby of tinkering

- through this tinkering, it was able to create the head/eat piece it uses to listen to music

- on one of her salvage trips for parts, Ecko went to an area it hadn’t explored much since it felt brave enough that day. Unbeknownst to her, a few sentinels had created a nest in said area

- hearing the drone killers calls, Ecko hid itself within her hood in an attempt to escape the flash bangs. However in her attempt to hide, it hadn’t noticed the quiet sentinel making its way up behind her, to which it snagged her by the torso and tossed the drone into the ground

- trying to keep her hood over its optics the worker struggled to crawl away from the approaching dino since she could, from what she felt, only use her arms. Her legs seemed to have disconnected. While crawling backwards from the sentinel, Eckos hand slipped on a small rectangle

- on instinct she grabbed it and whipped it towards the sentinel, trying to hit it or scare it off. While waving the black object around, Ecko soon noticed the small electric symbol on the side; it was a taser. Reading its charge, Ecko aimed the weapon at the sentinel but it didn’t seem to be afraid as it quickly snapped at the drones hand, causing her to drop the taser and the dino ripping off her right arm

- with the sentinel distracted from chowing down on Eckos lost limb, the worker swiped at the charged taser and jut it straight into its attackers lowered neck, causing it to shut down and fall to the ground

- now able to look over itself without fear of being blinded, Ecko gapped at the horror of her lower half being completely separated from the rest of its body, only holding on by a few wires. Frantic to find a way to save itself, it looked over to the fallen sentinel and a new idea popped into her head

- after a LOT of effort, she was finally able to get the head off of the creature and begin wiring itself to the rest of the creatures body. She believed she would succeed due to the sentinels and workers both being created by JCJenson, assuming they used similar parts for different brand models (and then it did work, hooray!)

- getting used to its new body wasn’t easy and since the sentinel fell onto one of its arms, Ecko had to remove it as it was too damaged from the blow, instead adding it’s lucky taser to the appendage

- she finds problems from time to time but for some reason, it doesn’t bother it as much as she had originally thought (the reason is cause Eckos software is now super fucked, it needs therapy)

#murder drones #murder drones art #murder drones oc #murder drones sentinels #digital art #digital artist #original character #original art #oc artwork #oc art #robot oc #im gonna draw more of her later #even though it was super hard to draw #hope y’all like her #artists on tumblr #my arts

[totallyexhausted]

Wolfwood groaned loudly as he tried keeping his eyes open. His head bounced against Vash’s thigh as the Jeep slid down a sand dune. Meryl and Roberto arguing in the front.

Soft fingers running through his sweaty hair, pushing his bangs away from his face, and Wolfwood blinked slowly, the overhead cabin and Vash’s blonde hair spinning in front of him. He swallowed weakly as the blonde smiled gently towards him.

The world was hot. On fire. Sweat eating away at his tanned flesh, trailing in dirty lines down his face. He’s already thrown up three times before collapsing in Vash’s arms; the blonde sticking to him like glue when he found Wolfwood curled in bed, fever plaguing his tired limbs. But the gunman was fine. Honestly. He’d downed several aspirin, threatening Vash his life if he said anything and slept most of the way in the back of the Jeep as they pressed forward. But that was then…

“Mm fine… Blon… die…”

The words barely pushed past his lips, raking against his parched throat. Everything hurt. And everything was spinning. Everything was hot. And nauseating and wrong and hard to piece together. Slipping from Wolfwood’s grasp like the sand beating against the Jeep. Roberto and Meryl had been arguing for three hours now about where to stop, how to help… because that’s what Wolfwood apparently needed. Help. An embarrassing childish notion. Because he wasn’t okay. He didn’t feel okay. But that didn’t mean he wanted everyone to know. And yet, his body was giving everything it had in betraying him. How pathetic.

Vash snorted, his face twisting slightly as he carded his fingers through Wolfwood’s hair again. Cool metal against overheated sweaty flesh. The blonde tightened his grip around him comfortingly, pressing his forehead against the burning heat plastered against the gunman’s own.

“You’re such an idiot, Wolfwood…”

#anime #trigun stampede #manga #wolfwood #trigun #nicholas wolfwood #vashwood #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #roberto de niro #sick wolfwood #fanfic

[comfortjoonie]

Snowed In -- PART ONE

sooo excited to share this with you guys! this is part one of my collaboration with the incredibly talented @crystalsnow95z ! Please go check out her page too if you like this, her works are amazing!

Anyways, I'm really sorry for the delay, I've been super busy, but I hope you guys enjoy. This one is really long!

TW: Vomit, fever, sickness

~~~~~

"Woah, too fast! Too fast!" Taehyung squeals, holding onto Jungkook tighter afraid to go flying off the sled. 

Jungkook is having the time of his life, giggling. "It's okay Hyungie."

Jimin flies past them. "Looks like I'll win!" He sings the words, teasing the others.

"No you won't!" Jungkook tries leaning forward to try to go faster, his competitive nature shining through.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, wishing he’d brought a hat.  It’s freezing and he was forced to sit here and watch all his members sled down a hill with no end in sight. He wished he just stayed behind, but he didn't want to make the others suspicious and ruin the trip.  How are they not freezing? It's only 10 degrees out. He takes a deep breath as his stomach cramps and watches as Yoongi and Seokjin come up the hill.

“You ok, Joon?” Seokjin asks.  

“I’m cold, hyung,” Namjoon says, taking an opportunity to go home as the snow starts coming down harder.  “Can we go back?"

“...” Seokjin looks at Yoongi. 

“You look sick,” Yoongi says.  “Did you eat anything today?”

Namjoon pauses.  The answer is no.  But he doesn’t want to stress anyone out if they find out he’s not feeling well.

“Of course, hyung.  On the plane, when you guys were asleep.”  Yoongi looks suspicious.

“What’d you eat?”

“A bagel.  Can we please go back?  It’s freezing.”  Namjoon watches the other members come up the hill holding their sleds.

Yoongi looks at the sky.  “It is snowing pretty hard.  Maybe we should head back to the cabin?”

Seokjin shrugs.  “That’s fine with me.  The wind seems to be picking up, too.”  Namjoon sighs in relief.  He was starting to feel really nauseous, and the cold wasn’t helping.  “I’ll go tell the others.”

—-

The cabin isn’t as peaceful as Namjoon had hoped.  In his and Jimin’s shared bedroom, there’s peace, but he can still hear the chatter in the living room and kitchen.  It smells like hot chocolate, which would usually be a great thing, but it’s making him want to throw up now.

His stomach clenched when he heard the door open, Jimin bringing a cup of cocoa into the room. "Hyung, I brought you some cocoa. I wish you would've told me sooner how cold you were.."

"I didn't want to ruin your fun." Namjoon forces himself not to react when Jimin shoves the cup into his hands.

"It'll help you warm up." Jimin smiles warmly.

"Thanks Jiminie…" Cocoa was the last thing he wanted. Namjoon takes a sip, instantly regretting it, his stomach nearly pushed to it's limit, the cramps getting worse. "I was going to take a nap.. I'm still feeling jet lagged from the trip." It took all the strength he had to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, alright then.. I'll let you sleep then. Rest well hyungie." Jimin eyes Namjoon, wondering if he was really okay. He didn't want to bother him though. Not if he wasn't feeling well. As soon as Jimin leaves the room and he hears his footsteps get farther away, he rushes to the bathroom connected to the room, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping it tightly.  He couldn’t bother to shut the door in his rush.  He breathes for a moment before he starts vomiting.  He can hear some faint yelling over his gagging, but can’t decipher what anyone is saying until a voice gets closer and he hears footsteps coming towards him.  He smells Taehyung’s cologne, and it makes him more nauseous.  He subconsciously pushes the younger away, but he’s too weak to move him anywhere.  Taehyung’s hands go to his back and hair, holding his bangs back and patting him comfortingly.  He hears another pair of footsteps come in the room.  Seokjin, who joins Taehyung on the floor next to their leader.  Namjoon finishes and flushes the toilet, exhausted.

“What happened, hyung?” Taehyung asks.  “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“A few hours…” Namjoon wipes the sweat off his forehead and accepts the cup of water Seokjin hands him, taking a sip.  It makes his stomach cramp instantly as soon as he swallows.

“You should get some rest.”  Seokjin holds out his hand to help Namjoon up, but Namjoon's stomach has other plans, already gagging out the water he just swallowed.

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Seojin asked with a worried expression. Namjoon shakes his head. I don't have the energy..

Seokin trusts his word, helping the youngest rapper to bed with Taehyung's help.

"I wish you told us before we went out.." Taehyung frowns as he watches Seojin strips off Namjoon's sweat soaked shirt.

"I didn't want to ruin everyone's day.." Namjoon says softly, shivering despite his rising fever. "It's cold hyung…"

"I know, I'll get you changed okay?" Seojin quickly goes into Namjoon's suitcase looking for something breathable to put him in.

Taehyung cuddles against Namjoon in the meantime to try to ease the chills, smoothing down his sweat soaked hair. "Hyungie you should know you're more important than some silly snow day."

Taehyung please.. I don't want to cuddle you right now.. Namjoon covers his face, stomach churning at the scent of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taehyung takes the hint, moving away from him, trying to hide his hurt expression. "I'm sorry Hyung.." 

"Namjoon-ah just doesn't feel well right now, don't take it personally Tae.." Seojin gently redresses Namjoon, covering him up with just the top sheet.

"Is Namjoonie hyung okay?" The soft voice of Jimin is heard in the doorway, Jungkook peering over him.

"He'll be fine, don't come in, and take Taehyungie with you."

 "I just wanted to help Hyung.." Taehyung says looking down at his hands. But Namjoon doesn't even want me near him..

"You can help. Why don't you see if you can find any medicine?" Seokjin gives him a task to try to ease Namjoon's rejection.

"Alright."

The three youngest leave together, the room getting quiet again. "Try to get some sleep for now.." Seokjin traces small circles across Namjoon’s stomach.

"I don't know if I can..it hurts.." Namjoon groans softly as his stomach gurgles again. 

"Just try for me okay?" Seokjin runs his fingers to Namjoon's hair. "What if I sing for you?"

"What..? I'm not a child.." Namjoon considered it for a split second before feeling embarrassed.

"I know.. but it might help you sleep."

Namjoon wondered if Seokjin was lying to make him more open to the idea or if it was true, but before he could ask Seokjin started singing softly to him, gently drawing shapes on his bloated middle the youngest rapper falling into a restless sleep.

"Hyungie I can't find any tummy medicine but I found pain pills for headache.." Jungkook entered the room, freezing in place when he sees Namjoon's eyes flutter open.

"Shh Jungkook.." Seokjin narrows his eyes, stroking Namjoon's back softly to try to get him back to sleep, but it was too late.

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook bows, guilt gnawing at his belly.

Namjoon groans in pain and Jungkook winces.  “Hyung,” he mumbles, looking at Seokjin.  “Hurts…”  His stomach is killing him.  He can’t remember having something like this before.  The pain is horrible.  Seokjin puts his hand over Namjoon’s stomach and rubs it lightly, but Namjoon pulls it away.  “Ahh…” he grimaces, frowning when he sees Jungkook.  “Jungkook-ah…” he mumbles before another cramp hits him, twisting his stomach and making him moan in pain again.

“I brought some headache medicine.  Does your head feel ok?” Jungkook asks cautiously.  Namjoon blows out a breath slowly, controlled.

“It hurts,” he says softly.  It’s not a terrible headache, but the pain in his stomach might get better with painkillers.

Jungkook approaches the bed and hands Namjoon two red pills, which he puts in his mouth and takes the glass of water from the bedside table and drinks it.  He instantly regrets it, feeling nausea rise up his throat.  He’s freezing cold again, which doesn’t help.

“You’re shivering, Joonie,” Seokjin says softly, putting his hand on Namjoon’s forehead.  “You’re burning up…”

“I’m freezing,” Namjoon says.  “I need more blankets.”

“We can’t do that, Namjoon,” Seokjin says.  

“We can give him a hot bath so he can sweat the fever out,” Jungkook suggests.

“Does that work?” Seokjin asks.

“My mom used to do it for me,” Jungkook says.  Seokjin sighs.

“I don’t know if I want to risk it.  It could just make his fever way higher,” he says.

           "We have to try something.. we can take him out if it looks like he's doing worse.."

“Joonie, how does a hot bath sound?” Seokjin asks.  Namjoon nods.

“Let’s go,” Seokjin helps Namjoon up and to the bathroom, starting to run the water.  Namjoon leans against the wall with his arms across his stomach and eyes shut.  His stomach hurts so bad, and the nausea from taking the pills is getting worse.  He doesn’t know if this bath will upset his stomach more.  He’s too freezing cold to decline it though.  He’s shirtless and only wearing his pants and boxers, but he’s sweating like crazy.  He sits back and tries not to throw up for the time being until he hears Seokjin turn off the faucet.

“Stand up, Joonie, let’s take off your pants.”  Namjoon follows, standing shakily and placing a hand on the wall to hold himself from collapsing.  Seokjin gently pulls his pants off, leaving his boxers on.  Namjoon always prefers to be modest, even in a situation like this, Seokjin knows he’d rather keep his boxers on.  Seokjin guides the younger into the bathtub.  Namjoon visibly relaxes at the heat of it, but Seokjin can hear his stomach make an uncomfortable gurgling sound.  Namjoon places a hand over it and leans back against the edge of the bathtub.  He’s absolutely exhausted.  The hot water feels nice on his shivering body, but he’s worried it’ll make his temperature rise.  Seokjin cups water in his hand and gently pours it over Namjoon’s hair.  Namjoon jolts in surprise, his stomach gurgling audibly again, and his eyes fly open.  He looks nauseous again.  Seokjin strokes his hair.  “You’re okay, Joonie, he says.”  Namjoon shakes his head, panicked.

“Hyung–I’m gonna be sick.”

“Just breathe, Joonie,” Seokjin says.  “In…out…in…out…” Namjoon follows, relaxing a bit.  “Good job.  Just relax, I’ll wash your hair.”  Namjoon shivers visibly.  Seokjin puts a hand to the younger’s forehead.  “Sh*t…I knew it.  Your fever is getting worse.”

       Seokjin washes him up as quickly as possible, but he wasn't fast enough.

        Namjoon tried to warn him, his stomach forcing out the water he used to wash down the pills, covering his mouth to keep from getting sick in the water, desperately leaving the water to reach the toilet, soaking the floor in the process.

       "Sh*t..Namjoon-ah.." Seokjin wraps a towel around his shoulders, gently trying to dry him off as the pills he just swallowed come back up, splashing into the water.

      Namjoon continued to dry heave until more sick comes up, making his abdomen throb painfully.

       "You need to breathe..Namjoon.. take a deep breath for me."

        Namjoon takes a deep breath, then another, relaxing when the dry heaving dies down, just laying on the wet tile floor.

      "You need to get properly dried off." Seokjin urges, trying to get Namjoon to sit up, but Namjoon flinched away from the olders touch.

       "Just..just a minute..please…?" Namjoon's head was spinning, the nausea still swirling in the pit of his stomach.

       I knew it wasn't a good idea..Seokjin sighs, getting another towel to do his best to dry Namjoon without him moving, fluffing his hair against the towel.

       "I'm so tired…" Namjoon says between deep breaths, trying to keep his stomach under control.

        "I know. Let's get you to bed. Okay? You can't sleep here.." Seokjin once again gently pushes Namjoon to sit up, relieved when Namjoon doesn't fight against him.

        "Did it work?" Jungkook asks, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon. Oh no.. I made it worse…

         Namjoon was hardly awake his cheeks flushed with fever shivering violently, Seokjin basically dragging him to the bed. 

           "Find me clothes for him." Seokjin orders. "Please.."

            Jungkook ruffles through Namjoon's suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Here Hyung.."

          "Is..is there anything else I could…could do to help?" Jungkook felt his throat tightening, his emotions threatening to spill over.

          "No. I got it from here." Seokjin dismisses him, wishing that he didn't try his idea. He didn't want to take his frustration on the young maknae. All he wanted to do was help. One of the others will comfort him. 

          Jungkook nods leaving the room.

          "Cold…" Namjoon mumbles as Seokjin takes off his wet undergarments.

           "I'll get you warmed up, just try to work with me for just a minute." Seokjin struggled to lift him enough to get the sweats on. "Namjoonie you aren't making this easy.." 

              "I'm sorry.." Namjoon says softly, trying to help by holding himself up with one arm as Seokjin gets the shirt on him, only lasting a few seconds before another wave of dizziness washes over him, making his stomach woozy one more. "Hyung.. dizzy.." He softly moans.

           Seokjin stops what he's doing to hold Namjoon close to him, wincing when his bare skin touched his arm. "I got you, you're okay.. you're okay.." Seokjin strokes his damp hair.

             "Make it stop.." Namjoon whines softly.

             "I would if I could baby.. just bear it a little longer. It'll pass.." Seokjin speaks softly, running his hand down Namjoon's back lightly scratching.

Namjoon held onto Seokjin tightly until the feeling passes, collapsing into him when his body finally relents.

            "Are you okay Joon?" Seojin asked barely above a whisper, getting no response. "Namjoon?" He repeats a little louder, gently moving Namjoon away from his chest biting his lip when he sees the unconscious rapper in his arms, unsure on if Namjoon simply fell asleep, or if he fainted. I need to do something..

           Seokjin looks up home remedies for fever on his phone, willing to try anything to give at least a little relief to his leader. Luke warm water. I need to use luke warm water…

          He leaves the bed as quietly as possible, going to the bathroom to get a washcloth, using a cup to fill with water, returning to the bed, folding it neatly across Namjoon's forehead, jumping with Namjoon twitches. 

           "Aiish.." He covers his mouth, not meaning to make a sound. Good..he's still out.. Seokjin sighs, refreshing the cloth everytime Namjoon's feverish skin made it warm again. 

        I'll have to see if I can get him to drink water when he's up again.. Seokjin makes a mental note.

         "How is he?" Hoseok whispers, peeking into the room. "Jungkookie was really upset.."

           "I'm not sure.." Seokjin sighs. "Is Jungkook okay? I didn't mean to be so harsh on him. I'm just stressed out.”

            "Jiminie and Taehyungie are cheering him up. They were driving me up the wall with all their concerns. I'm glad they're distracted now.." Hoseok couldn't look at Namjoon. Seeing his members in pain broke his heart. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

              "He's sweating so much, he's going to dehydrate.. could you see if we have anything like vitamin water?"

“Sure.  I’ll be right back.”  Hoseok leaves the room and Seokjin brushes the blonde hair off Namjoon’s sweaty face. 

“Joonie, wake up for me, please,” he says softly, patting Namjoon’s cheek gently.  Namjoon’s eyes flutter open and he groans in pain.

“Hyung…” he mumbles.  “It hurts…”

“I know, Joon.  Where does it hurt?”  Namjoon rips the towel off his forehead and turns to his side.

“Stomach…head…” Namjoon groans again and wraps his arms around his stomach.  Seokjin rubs his back gently. 

“You’re okay, Joon.  You need to try and drink a little, or you’ll get dehydrated.”  Seokjin can already see Namjoon is sweating heavily again.  “Let me rub your stomach,” he says, placing a hand on Namjoon’s belly.

“No, hyung…” Namjoon mutters, pushing it away.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothing,” Namjoon says.

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks.  Namjoon shakes his head furiously.  Seokjin feels useless.  He knows Namjoon isn’t a fan of physical affection, but usually when he’s sick he’ll tolerate it.  This is different though.  Seokjin hasn’t seen Namjoon this sick in a long time.  Seokjin sighs as he hears a whimper and sees a tear running down Namjoon’s cheek.  “You’re okay, Joonie,” he says softly, wiping the tear off Namjoon’s face with his sleeve.  Namjoon winces at the texture on his sensitive skin.

“Hyung…” he whines.

“Sorry, Joon,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Namjoon’s forehead.  He’s still burning hot from the fever.  “Can I put the wet towel back on you?” he asks, and Namjoon nods.  Seokjin gently places it back on the younger’s forehead, rubbing his back.  He feels bad for being snappy with Jungkook, but he’s frustrated at how much worse the maknae’s idea made Namjoon’s fever.  He doesn’t know what to do.

“Hyung?” Hoseok walks in with a bottle of Pocari Sweat.  “I have this…”

“Perfect, Hobi.  Thank you.”  Seokjin takes the bottle and hands it to Namjoon.  “Sit up, Joon.”  Namjoon weakly pulls himself up, moaning at the pain it causes.  He puts the bottle to his lips, slowly drinking the gel inside.  It tastes awful and makes him feel even more nauseous despite how nice it feels on his scratchy throat.  After emptying a quarter of the bottle, Namjoon hands it back to Seokjin.  

“H-hyung,” Namjoon mumbles.

“What is it, Joonie?”

“I’m so cold…”

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks again, and this time, Namjoon nods.  Seokjin lays down next to Namjoon, pulling him close and rubbing his back slowly.

“Aish…you’re burning,” he says.  “I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Is there anything else you need?” Hoseok asks.

“We’re okay, Hobi.  Thank you.”

“Hobah..” Namjoon says.

“I’m here, Joonie,” he says.

Namjoon whines softly.  “Don’t go.”

“You…want me to stay?” Hoseok smiles, but Namjoon doesn’t respond.  Seokjin feels Namjoon’s body go limp in his arms, his breathe getting slower.

“He’s sleeping now,” Seokjin whispers, rubbing Namjoon’s back.

—

About 30 minutes pass by with Hoseok sitting on the chair in the corner and Seokjin cuddling Namjoon.  “What time is it, Hobi?” Seokjin asks.  Hoseok looks at his phone.

“It’s 6:00, hyung.  I’m really hungry,” Hoseok responds.

“Me too…”

“We should go have dinner,” Hoseok says.  Seokjin hesitates. 

“I don’t wanna leave Joon here by himself…what if he wakes up and panics?”

“Hyung, he’s dead asleep.  We both need to eat.” Seokjin nods and pulls away from Namjoon slowly, being careful not to wake the leader.  The two go to the kitchen where they find that Taehyung has cooked dinner for them.

“How’s Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asks.  His eyes are red.  He’s been crying.

“He’s…he’s sleeping,” Seokjin says honestly.  “Jungkook…I’m sorry I was so harsh with you.”

Jungkook smiles.  “It’s okay, hyung.  I’ve already eaten.  I can go check on him,” he says.  Seokjin nods.

“Let me know if he’s doing bad again.”  Jungkook nods and walks over to Namjoon and Jimin’s room, sighing as he sees his leader shaking in his sleep.

           "I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook whispers softly as he checks the cloth on his forehead, already warm again from Namjoon's feverish skin. I made it worse.. Jungkook sniffles, forcing his tears away. I don't have time to feel bad.. I need to do something..

         Jungkook wets the washcloth again, slowly running it over Namjoon's skin, wiping down his arm then across his exposed collar bone.

         "Mn…Hyung..cold…" Namjoon complains softly in his sleep voice coming out in a low husky tone.

          Jungkook stops in his tracks, putting it back in place on his forehead. I don't want to wake him up, but I can't just sit here and do nothing.. He sighs in frustration, gently playing with Namjoon’s soaked hair.  Namjoon’s face twists in discomfort and he rolls onto his side.  Jungkook can tell Namjoon is about to be sick by the sounds his stomach is making and how pale he’s getting.  He rubs the older’s back, hoping for it to maybe, just maybe go away after a few minutes.  Namjoon’s back is burning hot.  Jungkook wants to take his shirt off, or pull the blankets off, or something to help reduce his temperature.  He knows it’s his fault that Namjoon’s fever got even higher, and the guilt is killing him.

            He rubs Namjoon’s back comfortingly as he hears the leader groan in discomfort.  Namjoon’s eyes open, and Jungkook can tell he’s about to pass out, throw up, or both.

           "Hyung, do you need help up?" Jungkook asks in a small voice when he notices Namjoon sitting up, but he doesn't answer, trying to rush to the bathroom, staggering towards the bathroom.

          Jungkook tries to help, trying to grab his arm to help lead him, but Namjoon pushes him away.

           "No.. go.." Namjoon manages to force the words out hoarsely. He had already gotten sick in front of Taehyung. He wasn't going to add Jungkook to that list. 

             Jungkook watches him shut the door, hearing Namjoon heaving from the other side of the door. I need to get Seokjin-hyungie.. He rushes into the kitchen where the older boys were eating.

           "Namjoonie-hyung is getting sick again. He shut me out, I need help!" Jungkook says without taking a breath. Seokjin went to get up from his half eaten meal, but Yoongi stops him. 

            "I'll go. You eat. I'll handle it hyung." Yoongi rushes to the bathroom, going to Namjoon's side, rubbing his hand across Namjoon's back as he heaves.

             "Jun…Jungkook I said-" His words are cut off by another round of sick spilling into the bowl.

             "Namjoon-ah, it's me and I'm not leaving." Yoongi tells him firmly. 

Namjoon relaxes a little, feeling comfort from Yoongi's presence. "It'll be over soon. Just try to breathe Namjoon."

Namjoon takes deep breaths between gags, collapsing against Yoongi as they die down.

           "Sh*t Namjoon, you're burning up.." Yoongi swears, grabbing for a piece of toliet paper to wipe across the edges of Namjoon's mouth. "I need you to drink some water for me Joon."

 Namjoon shakes his head. I don't want to throw up again.

            "I know it sucks, but you'll only get worse if you don't. Come on Namjoon.." 

Yoongi gently props Namjoon against the bathtub, quickly moving to the sink to get a cup of water. 

            "Yoongi-yah…no…" Namjoon argues when Yoongi puts the cup by his lips.

            "Namjoon please, just try." Yoongi tried to hide the desperation in his voice. It's been years since he's seen Namjoon this bad. "Just a sip."

Namjoon takes a few sips, washing the awful taste from his mouth and soothing his raw throat, but it already felt like a stone in his stomach, turning his head away.

"Good job Joon, that's all I wanted.."Yoongi gently pulls Namjoon to his feet, struggling to move him forward. Namjoon was hardly conscious, being mostly dead weight. "Stay with me a little longer okay?" 

Namjoon tried his best to stay up, but he used the last of his energy. The older rapper just barely makes it to the bed before Namjoon stopped holding onto him, almost making both of them topple to the floor. "Fu*k Namjoon..you're heavy.."

Namjoon murmurs an apology. Yoongi takes off Namjoon's shirt, taking advantage of his lack of power to fight against him, finding the rag and wiping it across Namjoon's scorching back. 

Namjoon had his eyes closed, but he didn't look anywhere near peaceful. His breathing was labored and his hand was still wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen, an upset gurgle coming from it the sips of water sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Poor Joon-ah.."Yoongi whispers, wiping the cloth across Namjoon's shoulders, across the back of his neck then going down his arm. I need to get his fever down…

"Hyung..will you lay with me?" Yoongi jumps in surprise when he hears the hoarse whisper of Namjoon.

"Sh*t..you scared me.. i thought you were out.."

"I can't sleep.. it hurts.." Namjoon whines.

"I know, I know..Let me wash you up first, okay? I need to cool you down first. ." Yoongi does the best he can to wash off the sweat, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon trembling, despite his high fever.

"It's cold.." Namjoon grabs onto Yoongi's wrist to stop him. "Please Hyungie.." Namjoon's voice comes out sounding much younger.

Yoongi stops in his tracks. "You're really sick Joon-ah.. Alright.. come here.." He takes a seat next to him, holding out his arms.

Namjoon cuddles up to him, Yoongi forcing himself not to flinch when he feels his hot skin brush against him. He's already sticking to me.. He couldn't recall the last time Namjoon cuddled up to him. He wasn't known for being the cuddly type like Taehyung or Jimin. It just made him worry more.

"It hurts Hyung.." Namjoon whimpers, clutching his stomach when another ripple of pain tears through his stomach.

Yoongi reaches slowly, rubbing his hand across Namjoon’s stomach to try to ease the pain, feeling it tightening underneath his palm. 

Namjoon moans in time with a harsh cramp, and Yoongi shushes him.  “You're ok, shh, Joonie,” he says softly.

“Ahh…hurts…” he whines.  Yoongi presses down harder, trying to work out a cramp, and Namjoon curses under his breath.  “Hyung…f*ck, it hurts so much.”  Yoongi can see Namjoon starting to shiver.

“What should we do, Joonie?”

“Don’t know…” Namjoon sighs.  He’s too weak to even sit up.  His brain is foggy and he has no idea what would make him feel better.  The pain is getting worse every second and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to be able to take this.  Barely anything works on his sensitive stomach.

“I can get some painkillers for you, Joonie, but I really don’t know what to do beyond that.”

“Get Jimin,” Namjoon says, his speech slurring.  Jimin always knows how to cuddle him just the right way when he’s sick, just the right sweet things to say to make him feel a little less miserable and get his spirits up a tiny bit.

         "Alright Namjoon." Yoongi gently escapes from the sick rapper, leaving to get Jimin. 

         "What's wrong? Has he gotten worse?" Jin asks, ready to spring up to go back to Namjoon's side.

          "He has, but he wants Jimin.." Yoongi states. 

           "What? He asked for me?" Jimin's eyes widen in surprise. 

          "I think he just wants to be comforted. I'm not the best at that.." Yoongi scratches the back of his neck shyly. "I tried my best. It's your turn now."

Jimin gets a water bottle to take with him, hoping he could get him to drink at least a little bit."Hyungie, I'm here.."

            "Minah…" Namjoon's voice comes out soft, the first part of his name getting cut off by a whimper.

Jimin puts the water down, curling around Namjoon. I don't want to stress him out more. He wanted cuddles, that's what I'll give him. He's so hot though..

          "My poor Hyungie, it's okay.. It's okay.." Jimin runs his hand up and down Namjoon's side with his gentle touch, leaning his head on him. "We'll get you feeling better soon.." 

Namjoon wasn't processing what Jimin was saying to him, but he enjoyed Jimin's soothing tone.

          "We'll think of something to make you feel better. Maybe we can find a good mix of herbal tea.." Jimin continues just saying sweet nothings, gently rubbing his face against Namjoon's cheek. He's hardly conscious.. Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, just barely letting his fingers brush against Namjoon's belly, smiling softly when he feels some of the tension in Namjoon's body let up. "That's it Hyungie, relax.. I'll still be here when you wake up, just try to sleep for now.."

Namjoon relaxes, and after some time, he falls asleep.

—

Jimin leaves when he sees that Namjoon is comfortably asleep, going into the living room and seeing all of the other members.

“How is he?” Seokjin asks.

“He’s asleep.  I think we should take him to the hospital, though.  He’s burning hot and in a lot of pain.”

“I don’t think we can, Jiminie…” Seokjin says.  “It’s a blizzard outside.  We can’t even see five feet out of the window.”

“And our cell phones aren’t working.” Jungkook frowns, empathizing his point by showing Jimin his phone.

           "We're lucky all this snow hasn't knocked the power out.." Yoongi adds in.

            "Yoongi-hyung, don't you jinx us!" Taehyung frets. "We're having enough trouble already.."

            "We have to think of something.."  J-hope sighs in frustration. 

             "We're doing all we can. At least he's sleeping.." Seokjin looks around the room at the members. I have to do something. Everyone's stressed..

               "Maybe, maybe we can go out on our own. If we drive really really slowly. It's better than just sitting around watching him slowly get worse." Jungkook whines desperately, staring at the flurry of snowflakes out the window.

               "You know we can't do that.." Seokjin tries to comfort Jungkook, but be jerked away from his touch.

"But Namjoonie-hyung needs medicine..he's burning up with fever and he can't even sleep with his stomach constantly making him feel sick. We have to try!" Jungkook says with frustration, clenching his fists together. "We can't just do nothing!"

"We're doing all we can, there's no way we can drive in that storm. You can't even see the trees right outside the window. It's too dangerous Koo." Jin tries to calm Jungkook by stroking his hair, this time accepting his touch. Jungkook sighs, taking a few breaths to calm himself. 

"What if we walk?" Jungkook looks hopelessly at Jin, already knowing the answer, tears swelling up.

"No way." Yoongi answers for Jin. "Are you trying to get lost in this mess? The nearest town is miles away. You'll end up with hypothermia before you even get halfway." 

The boys stop their arguing when they hear Namjoon heaving again, Jin rushing back into the bathroom, kneeling beside Namjoon who had his head in the toliet bowl. "Namjoon-ah, it's okay..it's okay.. Hyung is here." Jin rubs his back and Namjoon spits into the toilet, only saliva coming up. Hyung, make it stop, it hurts so much.. Namjoon couldn't get the words out, only a small whimper coming as he holds his sore middle, his muscles finally pushing up acid, burning his throat.

"I know, I know, just try to breathe for me okay?" Jin scratches his nails lightly across Namjoon’s back.  Namjoon tries, but he’s too distressed to breathe properly.  Namjoon gags empty, whimpering.

“It hurts,” he says softly.  

“Shh…I know, Joon.  You’ll be okay.  I’m here.  I’ll keep you safe.”  Namjoon finds comfort in that, calming down a bit.  Seokjin puts his hand on Namjoon’s forehead.  Sh*t.  You’re even hotter than before.  I don’t know what to do…” he says softly.  “We might have to give you a cold bath.”

“No…” Namjoon says.  “Please, no…”

Seokjin is about to say something, but suddenly, the lights start flickering. 

“Hyung?” Namjoon’s voice is deep, but he sounds scared.  The lights shut off, and Seokjin can’t hold back a curse under his breath.  He hears footsteps come to the bathroom and Yoongi shines his phone’s flashlight at them.  “Sh*t…you guys too?”  Namjoon winces at the light and Seokjin nods.

“There’s some candles in the kitchen…” Taehyung comes up behind Yoongi.  Namjoon turns away from the light.  His head is hurting again, the bright lights not helping.  

“Let’s get him to bed,” Seokjin says.  Taehyung comes over and helps Namjoon up, the two of them bringing Namjoon to his bed with Yoongi behind him.  Namjoon instantly rolls to his side, completely exhausted and still feeling nauseous.  Taehyung lays next to him and rubs his hand up and down his hyung’s burning back.  Namjoon sighs at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand.  It feels nice, but he’s still not comfortable with his stomach rolling and head pounding.  

“Do we have medicine?” Yoongi asks Seokjin.

“Namjoon might have some Ibuprofen,” he says.  “For his migraines.”  Namjoon shakes his head hard.

“I’m not taking anything…my stomach is killing me.”  Taehyung puts his hand on Namjoon’s stomach, feeling it tense and cramp every few seconds.  “Poor hyungie…” he says softly, rubbing gently.  Namjoon seems to relax at the touch, breathing more slowly.

“Your fever is gonna make you worse, Joonie.  You could pass out.  Or start hallucinating,” Seokjin says.  “Just try to take some and don’t throw up for an hour or so and you’ll start feeling better.”  Namjoon doesn’t want to.  He doesn’t want to faint or start hallucinating, but he really doesn’t want to throw up again.  Everything hurts and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep with how uncomfortable he is.

“Please, Joonie-hyung,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon shakes his head.  Jungkook comes into the room with two lit candles and places them on the dresser.  “What’s going on?” he asks.

“We’re trying to get Namjoon to take some medicine but he won’t..” Yoongi says.  Jungkook frowns in sympathy, then sits on the bed facing namjoon, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Can you please try to take a little, hyung?” Jungkook asks, looking at Namjoon with round worried eyes.  “You’ll feel better if you do.”  He knows Namjoon and his soft spot can’t say no to him, even when he’s feeling like this. 

Namjoon sighs. I can't say no when he looks at me like that.. "Alright..I'll try.."

Seokjin brightens up, quickly getting medicine from the bottle before he changes his mind. "Here Joon." He places the pill on Namjoon's tongue, quickly getting him a sip of water to help swallow it down. Please just drink a little more…

Namjoon takes a few mouthfuls of water before turning away from his eldest hyung."No more.."

"That's okay, you did good.." Taehyung smiles softly, gently rubbing his fingertips across Namjoon's cramping stomach.

"Thank you hyung." Jungkook says softly.

"I'm so tired.." Namjoon says in a hoarse whisper.

"Then we'll let you sleep.. Do you want me to take Taehyungie with us?" Seokjin asks, ready to remove the clingy vocalist but Namjoon shakes his head, still feeling guilty for how he treated him earlier.

"He's okay.."

"Get me if there's any change Tae. Take care of him." Seokjin gathered up the others and leaves the two alone.

Namjoon slowly started to drift off, his migraine becoming more manageable. Taehyung was humming as soft as he could as he continues to make feather light touches on Namjoon’s cramping belly. 

Taehyung stops when he hears Namjoon start to snore. He's finally asleep, but for how long? He uses his sleeve to try to wipe some of the sweat off of Namjoon's brow. He's still sweating..

Taehyung reaches for the wet cloth slowly, fearful that the slightest wrong move would wake him, just barely grabbing it from the tag, wiping it gently over Namjoon’s body.

Just when Taehyung thought Namjoon was finally starting to recover, he felt his muscles tensing up again, the older quickly sitting up. "Taehyung.." His voice came out as a pained groan as another wave of nausea hits like a tidal wave, making him gag, mouth filling with hot sick, his cheeks puffing out.

 "Hyung hold on I'll get-" Taehyung was too late, as he rushed to get the waste bin from the floor Namjoon had already started trying to scramble over him as his body pushes up more sick than he could hold down getting it on Taehyung, the side of the bed, then finally the bin on the floor, trying to prop himself up by his elbows. The pressure he was putting on his own stomach only worsened the pain, causing tears to run down his cheeks.

"Oh no Hyung.." Taehyung runs his hand down Namjoon's spine, feeling it arch as he continues to heave.

"Se-seokjinnie-hyung!" Taehyung yells coming out shaky with panic. "Yoongi-h-hyung!"

The two eldest run into the room Yoongi slowly lifting the bin from the floor keeping it by Namjoon’s face as Seokjin helped him sit up again. "Aiigo Namjoon-ah.. you're okay, you're okay.."

"N..no.." Namjoon sobs, all the stress on his body catching up with him. "I..i..can't do..do..ev..ev…" Another heave comes, cutting him off, only adding to his frustration causing even more tears to flow.  Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay…”  Namjoon wipes his eyes and leans back.

“What happened, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, taking the bin from Namjoon.

“He just woke up like this…and started vomiting.  I have no idea what happened.”  Seokjin uses a tissue from the side table to wipe Namjoon’s forehead from sweat.

“You’re burning hot, Joonie…we’re gonna have to give you a cold bath…”

Namjoon shakes his head.  “Please…no…I’m freezing…” Namjoon’s eyes look glassy and his usually tan skin is pale.

Seokjin glances at Yoongi, who shrugs.  “I think we have to…”

#sick!namjoon #sickfic #bts #caretaker!yoongi #btssickfic #caretaker!hoseok #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!jungkook #caretaker!taehyung #bts sickfic #caretaker!jimin #tw emeto #tw vomit

[the-possum-writes]

Fiona and Cake: FaC!Fern X Fem!Reader

I don't have much other than that I just wanna see that tbh. No smut is the only rule. That's a lie- the other rule is to have fun writing this. No smut and have fun.

❥Character: Flora Mertens (Fem!Fern)

❥Tags: SFW, established relationship, snowy cottagecore

❥Synopsis: It's winter season and you're left helping Flora by chopping wood and keeping her company.

❥A/N: I'mma be real and admit I didn't know what to write for this request and kept postponing it, sorry if it's on the short side. But hey, I still wanted to do some fanart for her.

"That'll do," you say as you let go of the ax after chopping the last log in half, removing your gloves to rub your calloused hands together. Since the majority of forest animals hibernate once the snow falls, it is silent outside.

The snow-covered dirt crunches under your shoes as you pick up the extra logs surrounding the chopping block and stack them in your arms before bringing them inside your tiny hut. You piled your wooden stack next to a coat rack when the door banged shut. Upon hearing two pots shuffle in the kitchen, a female voice says "How's the weather?" from inside your isolated home.

"It stopped snowing, and it's not as cold so maybe we can head out for a walk later." you suggest mainly because cabin fever has been eating you from the inside out these past few weeks but Flora doesn't share your sentiments.

"I'll pass, even if the weather is fine i hate feeling the cold snow biting at my feet." she expresses with a complain.

"Come on Flo, the clouds look really pretty and soft during the sunset. Besides, I bet it gets pretty lonely and quiet here when i run errands at the village." you insist while removing your excessive coat and scarfs.

"You're just jealous my heaters keep me company at night." she taunts.

"Jealous? Hah! It's like a tropical forest in there, I'd evaporate the moment I take a step inside!" you cross your arms. "I'll keep staying in the guest room thank you very much."

Flora walks in the living room with two mugs in hand but all you can do is stare in bewilderment at your roommate's choice in clothing. "Pfft, what are you wearing?" you suppress a chuckle but failed to hide your smile.

Homegirl looks like she's prepared for the next ice age, she's wearing at least 6 layers of sweaters and two blankets thrown over his shoulders for good measure, the shuffling you heard from the kitchen comes from her bunny slippers that barely contained her pointy feet wrapped in socks and legs warmers.

"What do you mean? It's my winter clothes." Flora responds with annoyance, more than aware that her choice of clothing looks like a bundle of laundry.

"You look like the pile of clothes on the side of my bed." you laugh, standing up to retrieve your own scarf from the coat hanger on the door entry.

"Yeah, yeah I know I look ridiculous but if you were in my place you'd know how bad plants have it during winter." Flora defends, almost regretting to bring you hot chocolate.

"I didn't say it looks ridiculous, rather I'd say you look comfy, like when we get together to watch home movies," you place your scarf around her neck and tie it properly, the final cherry on top to complete her cozy outfit. "There, you left a part of your neck exposed." you complement her, placing a kiss on you forehead as you take the mug from her hand.

The gesture and compliment has Flora's mood change, softening her expression as she takes a seat on the living room couch. "Now that the wood is chopped up and the fire is burning, how about we finish watching that TV series we left behind yesterday?" she pats the empty spot next to her, an offer you can't deny.

#adventure time x reader #Grass Fionna #Flora Mertens #Grass Fionna x reader #flora the human #Flora Mertens x reader

[dreamii-krybaby]

⚠️Murder Drones EP 5 teaser analysis:

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Dawg, why is nobody mentioning these 2? Or 3???

They arent 6 drones in here, there is are 8. (9?)

Not sure if this is Cyn due to the hairstyle being different and the image is quite blurry. They also seem to be wearing a different outfit just by looking and the wide short sleeves. Despite being very blurry (ty YouTube quality) I do not seem to recognize this hairstyle.

We also have a chained WD. Their body is contorted and seen to be wearing a grey robe,a black WD hat,seems to have short black hair with bangs.

to me they remind me of the AS WD found at camp 98.7 (examples: Yeva,Nori and some corpses we see in EP 4) and the hologram of the girl (young tessa maybe????) chained up (?) in the same EP

Also is nobody mentioning how this scene not only the “X”s matches up to the deactivated WD’s positions but also that this shot looks so similar to Nori’s drawings? Also only 6 “X”s light up, the chained WD and the WD in the mirror don’t end up with an “X”

Also if we are let to believe these same deactivated WD’s got turned into DD’s or gives a hint on the upcoming DD’s.

We get 4 male DD’s and 2 female DD’s, and if we add our alphabet trio (J,N,V). We get 5 male DD’s and 4 female DD’s.

I went back at the scene of the WD at the window.

It seem to be a different hairstyle and is indeed wearing a long grey dress? (Maybe connected to the AS worker drones at the cabin fever labs) There is also seems to be something at the right. Maybe a twin? (Bc u know “the shining” references in one of the teasers) or a reflection? Maybe they are 9 WD’s? In the shot instead of 8?

Anyways gonna look into more detail in my upcoming posts.

#murder drones

[llondonfog]

twstober '22, Day 24

Prompt: "Potion"

"Good morning, Your Royal Highness— I trust you slept well?"

Silently, he bemoans the faded splendor of this forgotten safehouse, a tragedy that their prince should have to awaken to such tattered sheets and dust-caked window panes. But it is a blessing that he is waking at all, and miracles are so few these days that a gift so precious could not be understated.

Pale lashes struggle to lift from the thick veil of sleep (and what a troublesome curse that had turned out to be—) and he approaches with slow, purposeful steps so as to not frighten the young man. "I apologize for not informing you of our nightly move, but I feared our enemies had once again learned of our position. I know you must find this slumber such a burden, but your guard are so thankful that it allowed us to transport you without trouble."

Opalescent eyes stare at him with an inhuman exhaustion as he approaches the prince's bedside, those slender fingers curling lightly against the worn covers as he struggled to speak against the tiredness in his voice. " . . . Were there any injured?" Ah, how grateful they were to have a prince who cared so deeply for their well-being, knowledgeable in the artform and casualties of battle. At least the fae had taught him something of use— not everything was a loss to be wiped away.

"Minimally, they are being treated now," he soothes with an easy lie, no need for their prince to know of the devastation wrought in the previous town. No need to distress him with the knowledge that they had lost nearly half of their small contingency to that monstrous fae and his two companions, that grotesque demon alone who had forgone magic and sought to disembowel his men with the sheer strength of his claws, shrieking with a horrific and wild rage that they release his son.

His son? What madness had seized the world, that a fae would lay such filthy claim to their lost prince?

The mere thought was too inconceivable to behold, and he withheld a shudder as he coaxes the young man into a sitting position, brushing those silver bangs away from his face before reaching into his coat pocket. "Come now, your Highness, we must make haste before we're discovered—"

"I had that strange dream again," the soft voice cuts across his own, brows knitting together in frustration at the fast fading images melting into the dim shadows of the room. "The one where I'm standing in front of a small cabin in the woods. But someone else was with me this time, a man with pointed ears—" "Your Highness, do you not remember what I told you?" He tuts reassuringly, pulling out a glass vial from his pocket a third full of a dull, viscous liquid. "I asked you to trust me that this would restore the memories of your kidnapping, that it would combat against those false impressions that the fae had given you. And you've already recalled so much, please do not be led astray by such visions now when we've struggled through so much to find you."

Silver wonders if he's right as the bittersweet taste of the potion coats his tongue and the older man prepares for their leave. He must be, this was the guard that his parents had entrusted his safety to after all, before the war had destroyed everything—

but why had he reached out in his dream with such desperation to the man with pointed ears and screamed for his father?

Concept: Silver, the lost prince of a human kingdom that had fallen to a feared fae commander, is discovered and spirited away by the last remnants of those fevered loyal few of the royal family. It is rather unfortunate that he's been living among the very enemies that slaughtered his bloodline, but surely whatever brainwashing can be undone?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland silver #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #twst malleus #malleus draconia #diasomnia #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #lettie writes #back on my 'silver is actually a prince' bs

[enruiinas]

       ❛ It's not... It's not the fever. ❜

        From his place on the couch beside her, where Nami had shifted to grant the supposed-doctor enough room to lean over and fret about her unrelenting temperature for the third time in as many hours, Law glanced down at the mortal woman and frowned in confusion.

        For a moment, he thought he’d misheard her. The roar of the fire filled the room, dull and stifling, and even though he hovered only several inches above her, Nami’s voice was soft and frail - a fact Law attributed to the fever she’d told him thrice now to stop fussing about.

        But as the evening stretched on and the tiny cabin filled with the warmth of the crackling fire, her fever hadn’t broken. He’d thought it might have when she finally stopped shivering, but he’d placed his palm to her forehead and found her just as warm as he had in the forest. Dark brows had drawn together and he’d tucked the blanket around her a little bit tighter, settling on the floor beside her until he’d grown anxious enough to check again. The second time, too, he’d found her skin hot beneath his hand, her cheeks still flushed the same crimson they were an hour earlier.

        This time, he’d been sure it must have broken. From across the room, as she’d lapsed in and out of consciousness, he’d seen the flush subside entirely - or at least, he’d thought he had. By the time he drew near and Nami had drawn her knees to the side to let him crouch beside her once more, all the color had rushed right back, and he was once again met with the same warmth when he touched his palm to her head. He was just about to comment on it - to raid the cabin’s drawers and pantry again in the hopes of finding anything that might help bring her temperature down, when Nami, who had looked away each time he drew near enough to touch her, bit her lip and turned to glance up where he leaned worriedly above her.

        It’s not the fever, she’d said, as if sensing his perplexity with the persistent symptoms. But if it wasn’t the fever that kept making her color, then what did she think it -

        It occurred to the god quite quickly then. The way her teeth sunk into her lip as she looked up at him. That she seemed better every time he distanced himself, only to grow warm and crimson each time he settled on the couch beside her. How she refused to meet his eyes each time his palm brushed her bangs back - until this time, where his hand had stilled when he’d paused to meet her stare. Oh, he thought.

        ❝Oh,❞ he said. And while he knew he should draw back then, he couldn’t bring himself to move. His hand stayed where it was, though his spine straightened as he met her stare. There was a note of intrigued curiosity in his voice as he asked, ❝Nami. Am I… bothering you?❞

       ∎ @climatact -- [mikan meadows || fever dreams] -- plotted starter. ∎

#climatact #✦ — 𝐢𝐜. | threads. #✦ — 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. | mikan meadows. #Mikan Meadows || Fever Dreams

[thatseventiesbitch]

I will ship leia/Gwen so much…. ❤️

let’s jump in the puddles would be a super cute prompt

Thanks for the ask! I also love the idea of Geia 😊 Prompt Ask Game

It rained for a week straight during the summer of '96. Even Grandpa Red said he'd never seen anything like it. He was emptying out the rain gutters three times a day.

The first day of the rain-out, the gang hung out in the basement. They played board games, watched Free Willy again, and listened to Ozzie's Jerry Seinfeld impression. But by the second day, the cabin fever was already setting in.

"I just want to go outside," Nate whined. He stood at the basement door and looked out at the pouring rain, grumbling like a kid. He and Jay tossed a baseball back and forth, and when Nate briefly lost focus it went tumbling into a blue vase on the coffee table.

"Guys!" Leia protested. She'd scrambled to right the vase - luckily it didn't shatter. "Knock it off."

"But there's nothing to do," Jay whined.

"We could go play in the rain," Gwen suggested, sitting up with a grin.

"But then we'd, you know. Get wet," Ozzie pointed out. He wrinkled up his nose in distaste. Nikki nodded her agreement.

"I'll do it," Leia perked up. Gwen caught her eye, and her grin widened.

"Right? Yeah, let's go!" Gwen stood and grabbed Leia's hand excitedly. "Let's jump in the puddles!" Their friends all stared at them, and she rolled her eyes. "Whatever, you squares."

"Yeah," Leia giggled. "Squares."

"C'mon!"

Gwen tugged Leia by the hand, and they tumbled up the basement steps and into her grandparents backyard. Torrents of water were peeling down from the sky, but Gwen wasn't phased. She threw her arms out to her sides, tossed her head back, and stuck her tongue out, collecting the raindrops as they fell.

"Whew!" she started to twirl, her laugh loud and free, like a little kid's. "Leia, come here!" She stretched her hands out towards her friend.

The girls danced and laughed until they were both drenched. Leia shoved her dripping wet bangs back from her face, and grabbed Gwen's with both of her hands. Before she had time to think about what she was doing, she shoved her mouth forward and into Gwen's. She was kissing her best friend.

Neither of them pulled back, and after a while they had to break for air. Leia gasped, shaking her head, confused. "I'm - I'm sorry," she stammered. "You just - you make me feel," she gestured between them vaguely, blushing now.

Gwen just grinned. "Yeah. It's mutual," she said, before ducking her head back down to Leia's.

#thanks for the ask! #prompt ask game #fanfic #my fanfic #That 90s Show #That '90s Show #Leia Forman #Gwen Runck #Leia and Gwen #Leia x Gwen #Geia #The New Gang #ask #answered #anon

[wormadile]

BUCK ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE

Escape attempt number.... ??? Youre in the Squib Colony

#im doing another :) #poll story #Buck #crocos art

[b4by-b3lle]

What was your introduction to horror? Your first horror film that really got you into horror?

That’s a great question, actually! Believe it or not, I used to be terrified of horror movies. I remember my mom watching “I know what you did last summer” and me peeking from the hallway at it and being so scared lmao. The first horror movie I actually sat down and watched, shockingly, was Cabin Fever 2. Awful introductory horror, but I was spending the night with a friend and she had rented it without knowing how gory it was. It started off with a bang and I didn’t know how to feel about it but eventually it became funny to me? Like all that over the top gore. It became humorous. That really started my interest in gore films.

The first horror movie I chose to watch on my own was The Ring when I was 10 and it remains a favorite of mine today. It holds up so well amongst modern horror. It’s unmatched. It scared me shitless as a kid but I remember watching it over and over and over again. I thought it was so clever, and I think that’s what makes me love a horror movie the most. When it has a twist or it’s smart.

I remember too when I would be “asleep” in the living room and my mom would watch horror movies, I’d wake up here and there. I caught a glimpse of the Childsplay movies and Candyman and oh hell. That one scene where the kid goes in the bathroom and screams and the cops go in and it’s just covered in blood? That sat with me until I was older lmao. I understand why kids shouldn’t watch these movies. I was scarred so young lol

[mymisfitsbabe]

‘Well we got no choice. All the girls and boys. Makin' all that noise. 'Cause they found new toys. Well we can't salute ya can't find a flag. If that don't suit ya that's a drag. School's out for summer. School's out forever. School's been blown to pieces’

 Billy’s radio rattled with the song that Steve now recognized by heart as ‘School’s out, by Alice Cooper’. 

“Robin, I’m going to kill him. I swear to Christ, if you don't control your friend I’m going to throw him in the lake.” Steve groaned as he rolled over in his bed, pulling his pillow out from under his head and putting over his ears.

“He’s not my friend before dawn, Stevie.” Robin muttered as she flopped over in her bed and mirrored Steve with her own pillow.

“Wait, Billy’s from California.” Robin said she'd pulled her head out from under the pillow and looked up at Steve’s bunk.

“So?” Steve yelled from under his pillow.

‘No more pencils no more books. No more teacher's dirty looks yeah. Well we got no class. And we got no principals. And we got no innocence. We can't even think of a word that rhymes. School's out for summer. School's out forever. My school's been blown to pieces’

“Do you remember when Tommy and Carol pushed Argyle into the lake? He had been fully dressed for, like, mountain climbing or hiking the rocky mountains.”

Steve poked his head out from under the pillow and groaned. “Robin, you know my brain doesn't work till at least 7:30am.”

Robin sighed, heavy and loud. “Argyle swam laps, in boots. Jonathan said that they practice holding their breath and walking under water by swimming with rocks in their pockets. Apparently they also use vests with weights in the pockets.” 

“So?” Steve yelled over the music, clearly not seeing the correlation.

“God, your brain really isn't running this early.” Robin rolled her eyes. “They're both from California.”

“Wait, I thought they were just best friends.”

“Oh, my God. How did you think they knew each other?” 

“I don't know, Robin! I thought that they just, like,” He flailed his arms around. “I don't know! Everyone likes Argyle!”

‘No more pencils no more books. No more teacher's dirty looks. Out for summer. Out till fall. We might not come back at all. School's out forever. School's out for summer. School's out with fever. School's out completely’

“Robin!” Steve all but whined. “Go tell him to turn it down!”

“Steve, I don't talk to him before daylight. You're lucky I talk to you before daylight. If you want him to shut up, then you go tell him to shut up.” Robin rolled over onto her side and put her pillow back over her head.

Steve tried to ignore the music. He tried desperately to will himself back to sleep, but Billy’s voice boomed through the wall as he sang along with the last few lines of the song. 

“Okay, where’s the rope?! I’ll tie his arms, you get his legs and we’ll throw him in the lake together.”

“Oh my God, Steve! I’m going to throw you in the lake if you don't shut up. I can sleep through the music just fine.” Robin yelled at him. 

“Fine!” Steve huffed as he tossed the blanket off his body.

Climbing down from the top bunk Steve muttered and mumbled. Robin had gotten used to Billy’s morning routine by day three, but then again Steve knew she could sleep through just about anything. Lawn mowers, chain saws, fire works, partys, hell he was pretty sure she could sleep through a murder.

Steve stormed out of his cabin room, the screen door slammed shut behind him and the song ended. Steve marched over to Billy’s door as the next song roared to life.

‘We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teacher, leave them kids alone. Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone’

Steve couldn't name this one, it had just been added to Billy’s line up a few days ago. Banging on the door Steve was starting to lose the sleepy feeling, it was almost too late to even try to go back to sleep.

“It's called Another Brick In The Wall, part 2. By Pink Floyed.” Billy flashed his best melt your heart smile, wide and warm as the summer sun as he opened the door. “Anything else, pretty boy?”

‘All in all it's just another brick in the wall

All in all you're just another brick in the wall’

Steve’s brain hadn't started working just yet causing the too sugar sweet smile to stall him in his tracks. Confused and disorientated Steve stuttered, trying to remember the words that had been so ready on his tongue just moments ago. Billy was staring at him with an intense gaze, he was shirtless, clad in a pair of dark purple swim shorts that hugged him a little too well, and a pair of old faded chucks that used to be black but now looked more gray than anything.

“I-I” Steve shook his head looking away from Billy’s face. “I…”

“You?” Billy asked, taking a step closer to Steve.

“Too early.” Steve yawned, covering his mouth and turning away from Billy.

“Okay, so why you here, princess?” Billy asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

‘We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teachers, leave them kids alone. Hey, teachers, leave those kids alone’

“Have mercy, it's not even daylight Hargrove.” Steve said with a heavy sigh, his eyes half closed.

“Did I interrupt your beauty sleep?” Billy snickered.

Steve’s face flattened out, he glared back at Billy feeling the snap of irritability from lack of sleep. “Just turn the goddamn radio down, some of us are trying to sleep.”

Billy shifted from the sugar sweet smile to more his usual anger set face, Steve straightened up as Billy puffed up to him. Standing chest to chest Steve felt under dressed, bare footed, gray sweatpants, and a muscle shirt that was cut low from under the arms down just past his ribs. 

‘All in all you're just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall’

“I liked it better when you begged.” Billy growled up at Steve, his breath hot and minty fresh against Steve’s face.

 Steve was about to open his mouth, angry and done with Billy’s bullshit when a hand appeared on Billy’s shoulder and pulled him away.

“Alright, alright big boy we get it you're a big strong man.” Eddie pulled Billy back into their shared cabin and smiled at Steve. “Let's turn the tunes down and give the king a few more hours of beauty rest. What do ya say?”

‘Wrong, do it again. If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat? You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy’

Eddie slid his arm around Hargrove’s left shoulder, his chin resting on Billy’s right as Eddie smiled wide and bright up at him. Steve was taken aback by the whole situation, he’d never seen anyone beside Argyle brave enough to even attempt to defuse an angry Billy Hargrove.

Billy took a sharp inhale. “What have I told you about calling me ‘Big boy’?”

“Do it as often as I can.” Eddie laughed then pulled away, he walked between Steve and Billy.

“Munson,” Billy growled.

Eddie patted Steve’s back by his ribs, he gently pushed Steve back toward his own cabin. “Off you go, handsome. Go get your sleep. We’ll keep it down over here.”

Another song clicked on and Steve faintly remembered it from the line up Billy had played last week. If he had to guess he would have said another Alice Cooper song, ‘Be Cruel To Your School’ maybe or something close to that.

‘Be cruel to your school 'cause you may never get another. Be cruel to your school in the name of rock 'n' roll. Be cruel to your school just like a sister or a brother. Be cruel to your school in the name of rock 'n' roll’

Steve looked back at Billy who didn't look at all like Steve had expected him to. Billy had a little smirk pulling up at the corner of his left lip, his eyes watched Steve like a predator watched a bleeding animal. Steve let Eddie send him on his way.

As he crawled back into bed Steve questioned everything he’d ever known about Eddie. It was the first year Steve had ever been to the camp, but he’d heard about it plenty from Dustin. Eddie attended every year, he went from a kid in the camp to a counselor and he went to the same high school as Steve; but Steve had never paid attention to the metal head. 

Now Steve wished he would have met him sooner. Maybe if he knew whatever beast soothing magic Eddie had he wouldn't have been beaten into the ground last Halloween. Once Steve settled into his bunk he turned to face the wall he shared with Eddie and Billy, he smiled at the peaceful sound of silence.

“Thank you Eddie Munson.”

Two hours later and the playlist started up where it had stopped. It was louder than before, Steve would have sworn that Billy moved the radio closer to the shared wall just to spite him. 

#I'm writing some random fic to try and help clear my head for my zombie fic #It WAS supposed to be for Harringrove week but... oops? #harringrove #camp fic #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #stranger things #Its just chapter one #But I thought it was cute so

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

https://www.tumblr.com/darkficsyouneveraskedfor/728173343891750912/for-those-reading-and-because-im-already-done

Bucky always gives me the unhinged vibes. Like, the dirtier the better. Like he would bang you on mud. He would bite.

Sounds like my fic Cabin Fever hehe

[dumdumsun]

Break and Mend

A/N: Enjoy!

Warnings: animal death, blood, mentions of suicide

Word Count: 4333

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Chapter Eight: Gator Bait

Due to El’s tantrum the night before, Hopper had a very busy and interesting early morning. He had woken up and gotten ready for work, but decided to board up the windows El had shattered. Ever since the girl woke up, all she had been hearing was the banging of the hammer and Hopper’s quiet grunts and curses to himself.

When he had finished boarding up the last window, he turned around. There peeking at him from her slightly opened door was El, a glare still on her face. Before he could even speak to her, she shut the door. Hopper sighed and slowly approached the door. When he stopped in front of it, he racked his mind for something, anything to say to her.

“Hey, kid,” He started, leaning against the door. “Listen, um… about last night, I, uh…”

On the other side of the door, El waited with baited breath for what he was to say. In all honesty, he was struggling greatly. It was difficult for Hopper to express his emotions besides anger and sarcasm, and of course he and El had both said some things that they didn’t really mean. Unfortunately, both of them were quite stubborn.

“I want this place cleaned up by the time I get back and then maybe I’ll consider fixing the TV. You hear me?” He firmly said before striding out of the house, shutting the door behind him. El turned away from the door with an exhale of defeat.

After leaving the cabin and trekking his way through the woods, Hopper finally came upon his truck. Before he could even open the door, Flo, his secretary, could be heard speaking over the radio.

“Come in, Hop. Come in, Hop.”

Hopper climbed into the car before snatching his radio and holding it up to his mouth. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m on my way in, and, yes, I do know what time it is.” He sarcastically responded before setting the radio back in place.

“Joyce Byers has called eight times already this morning. Eight times. For my sake, please deal with her!”

He didn’t need to be told twice before he was starting his truck and speeding off. Something drastic must have happened if she had been calling so many times. He told her to do so, after all. However, he thought there was a chance that she was being paranoid. Hopper understood if that was the case, but if so, then she needed someone with her to calm her nerves, and she surprisingly listened to him sometimes.

Pulling up to the Byers home, his confusion grew when he saw that the door was wide open. Hawkins was settling into its colder days, so for Joyce to have her door wide open during such chilly weather was odd. He cautiously walked through the door, knocking on it to let his presence be known. “Hello?”

“Leave it open.” Joyce called back. She quickly made her way into the living room, a cardigan wrapped tightly around her as she anxiously smoked a cigarette. “Where the hell have you been?”

Hopper looked around, confusion deep in his tone. “I… overslept. What the hell’s going on? It’s freezing.”

Joyce motioned for him to follow her, putting her smoke out in a nearby ashtray before leading him down the hall. With a smile she had plastered on her face, she slowly opened the door to Will’s room. “Hey! Knock, knock.” She softly greeted. “We have a visitor.”

Will didn’t respond. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, facing away from his door but facing his open window. His expression was blank and his body was as straight and stiff as a board.

It took a bit, but Will and Joyce had calmly explained the current situation to Hopper. About Will’s episode on the field, about his fever, and his sudden distaste for warm environments. Hopper had been staring at Will and Joyce’s drawings of the shadow monster as he tried to make sense of everything. He was sitting beside Will on his bed with Joyce knelt on the floor beside her son. “So, this thing, this shadow thing… You told your mom it likes it like this. It likes it cold?”

Will nodded as he averted his eyes away. “Yeah.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just… know.”

Hopper continued to stare at the drawings. “Does he talk to you?”

“No. It’s like… I don’t have to think. I just know things now. Things I never did before.”

Standing up, Hopper let his mind run as he paced the small distance from the bed to the desk, taking a seat in Will’s chair. “And, uh… what else do you know?”

Will thought for a moment. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like… old memories in the back of my head, only… they’re not my memories.”

“Okay.” He nodded as Joyce looked between the Chief and her teary-eyed son.

“I mean,” Will continued with a shaky voice. “I don’t think they’re old memories at all. They’re… they’re now-memories, happening all at once, now.”

“Can you describe these now-memories?” Hopper asked. The three sat in silence for a few moments as Will stared forward, seemingly in thought.

“I don’t know. It’s… it’s hard to explain.”

Joyce quickly seated herself beside her son and placed a hand on his back. “I know it’s hard, but can you just… Can you try? For us?” She gently asked.

Will went into another couple beats of silence as his eyes became more and more glossy. “It’s like… They’re growing and spreading… killing.”

“The memories?”

“I don’t know…” He cried, Joyce staring at him as a single tear fell from his eye before he turned into her embrace. “I’m sorry.”

She immediately wrapped her arms around him. “No, no, no. It’s okay, sweetie.” She whispered as she and Hopper shared a look full of pity. From behind the Chief on Will’s bulletin board were one of his very detailed drawings of his D&D character, and that was when an idea hatched in her brain. Turning back to Will, she slowly pulled away enough to look into his broken eyes. “Hey, hey, sweetie… what if you didn’t have to use words?”

Within less than a couple of minutes, Joyce and Hopper stood off to the side as Will emptied his crayon box onto his desk beside a small stack of papers. He picked up a crayon and began to wildly color onto the paper, dropping the crayon on the desk and picking up another, continuing on like this.

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“Hey, you’ve reached the Byers. We’re sorry-”

Mike harshly hung up the public phone, turning to his sister with a huff and a shake of the head. “Nothing.” He informed before gently taking hold of her wrist. “Let’s go.” He quickly led his sister to the front of the school where Lucas, Max and Dustin sat on the steps to the entrance. Seeing the siblings return, Lucas raised his head.

“Anything?”

“We need to talk. AV room. Right now.”

The four hurried up the steps after him without a word. When Mike noticed Max heading up behind Dustin, he turned to her with a harsh look. “Party members only.” At that, they all stopped, everyone but Mike staring with a look of shock.

“Mike…” Doc whispered, slowly shaking her head. Her eyes held a look of desperation. She would know more than anyone how Max might have been feeling right about now. There was once a time when Mike would treat her the exact same way. She had never really forgotten what that pit of loneliness felt like, the not being wanted, the outcasting. She truly felt for Max and didn’t want her to feel the wrath of her brother that she had gone through.

Mike looked into her with gentle eyes. “No, Doc. This is non-negotiable.” He softly and carefully spoke to her, afraid any hint of harshness would shatter her in the fragile and vulnerable state she was currently in.

“Come on, Mike.” Dustin sighed.

“Non. Negotiable.” He repeated to his friend, his tone sharpening. With that, he walked into the school. Dustin and Lucas gave Max their quiet apologies before following him inside. This left just her and Doc, the latter giving her a look of sympathy.

“I’m sorry my brother’s an ass,” She spoke softly, gently clearing her throat. “He was like this with me, too. I-I know how you feel. I-If it makes you feel any better… I really want you in the room with us.”

Max pursed her lips into a thin smile and gave her a short nod. Doc returned the nod before going inside. When she reached the AV meet room, Mike was waiting, holding the door open for her. He waited for her to enter the room before he closed the door and locked it, walking over to the desk and sitting upon it. Dustin and Lucas were already sitting in chairs, so Doc decided to sit beside her brother.

“What’s this about?” Lucas asked. Mike took a deep breath and scanned over his friends and sister.

“Will didn’t want me to tell anyone, but on Halloween night, he saw a sort of shadow in the sky.”

“A shadow? W-What kind of shadow?”

“I don’t know, but it scared him,” Mike turned to Doc, who was already staring at him. “Doc… do you wanna tell them what you saw?” He tilted his head. “Even if you think it’s all in your head?”

Doc nervously looked at the three before rubbing her sweaty palms on her pants. “O-Okay… bear with me here… but I think my power is somehow linked to the Upside Down. It has to be. I felt it the night the gate was opened. I can sense the Demogorgon, I can sense Dart, who I’m sure is from the Upside Down.”

“Have you seen it? Like Will has?” Lucas asked.

She nodded. “He had an episode at the arcade. I caught a glimpse of it then, but it was like a flash. I couldn’t see it until I had touched his arm. I-I remember… seeing Will in the Upside Down when El and I went into that void-place. It was the exact same feeling. Like home, but darker and colder. Then on Halloween, I found him and I saw what he was seeing once I had touched his hands. It lasted longer this time. A-And I felt this… evil. It was looking for him.”

It was Dustin’s turn to voice his curiosity. “What about on the field?”

“T-That one’s a little harder to explain… When I found him, he was screaming at something. Something that wasn’t there. I held his hands a-and I was there with him. It was the exact same place, the exact same feeling. Only this time, the shadow was back. It…” Tears built up in her eyes as she recalled the horrific sight. “It entered him. Like it was possessing him.”

Mike frowned. “Possessing?”

“Yeah. Neither of us could do anything. I-I felt so useless…” Doc sniffled and caught her tears before they could fall. “But when it was done, when that… thing was finally in him, it was just Will. But the way he was looking at me… it was like he didn’t want me there.”

“Why wouldn’t he want you there?” Lucas asked.

“Because I was a threat.”

The three boys stared at her with wide eyes and slacked jaws. She knew they had many questions, but so did she. The only thing she could provide them was information, if not answers. “He pushed me out. It was like… I had stumbled into the wrong room and saw something I wasn’t supposed to. And he was pissed about it.”

“Did this thing… hurt him? I mean, if this shadow thing isn’t from our world…”

“I have no idea. He… He was choking, but I have no idea if whatever happened hurt him. I have no clue. I don’t know what possessing him means, I don’t know if it means anything because it might not be real. I could’ve just been having another hallucination…”

Mike comfortingly rubbed his sister’s back. “I don’t think it was,” He assured her before looking at Dustin and Lucas. “We need to acquire more knowledge. I’ll go to Will’s after school. See what’s going on.”

“I will, too.” Doc raised her head.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He nodded at her. “Okay, then. Doc and I will go. You guys stay here and find Dart.”

Dustin furrowed his brows. “Dart? What’s he gotta do with this?”

“Will heard him in the Upside Down and Doc can sense him. There’s no way he isn’t connected. He’s gotta be. If we find Dart, maybe we can solve this thing. Maybe we can help Will.”

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Ever since Hopper had left, El had been uselessly turning knobs and pressing buttons on the television. Besides the box being a source of entertainment for her when she was left at home alone, it was a great resource in visiting the Wheeler siblings. Now she had to find another way. She went behind the television and picked up a cord, eyes running over the end that she would not be able to plug no matter how hard she tried. Blowing out some air through her lips, she threw the cord to the ground.

Once she had really looked, she realized what a mess she made of the cabin the night before. She had been so angry, emotions driving her to throw things, break things and shut doors without a word. Picking up the dictionary she had thrown at Hopper, she shook it free of any glass and blew the dust off of it. It was then that she decided to start cleaning.

She started with the bookcase. She tilted her head down towards it, forcing it to rise until it was up against the wall once again. Next, she put away the books and puzzles that were once on the case back in their respective places. Afterwards, she began sweeping the glass and trash into a pile. She faintly smiled at a memory of Hopper teaching her how to properly sweep when the two of them had first cleaned up the cabin.

As she swept, she nudged the couch a bit to reach some glass she couldn’t get to. A certain part of the floor had felt different against the broom than everywhere else she had been sweeping. Frowning, she examined the floorboard. It looked slightly different, its color darker and a much larger gap in between it and the one next to it. With a jerk of her head, the couch went flying further back. Dropping the broom, she walked around to lift the board from the gap. The board had lifted easy, revealing a few boxes hidden under.

After getting a flashlight, El lowered her head inside to get a better look. She scanned the boxes stuffed inside labeled DAD, NEW YORK, VIETNAM and SARA. But she shone the light a little longer on one box in particular.

HAWKINS LAB

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Will had just finished coloring on another sheet of paper and swiftly swiped it off of his desk and onto a pile on the floor when Joyce walked in. Wordlessly, she picked up the pile and returned to Hopper who was in the living room, studying all of the other drawings Will had made. “This is more of the same.” She sat beside him on the couch.

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just scribbles.” Hopper remarked, sifting through the multicolored scribbles, mainly purple and blue, each with a black scribble in the middle of it. Seeing this, Joyce stopped him from moving onto the next paper.

“Wait!” She looked between the drawings.

“What?”

“Wait. These black lines, see?”

“What?” Hopper frowned as she held the paper she held and the one he held side by side.

“Look, they connect,” She pointed out that the paper Hopper held seemed to be the ending of the black line while hers was a continuation of a page that would come before it. “They connect.”

The two immediately got to work. Hopper pushed the furniture off to the side so they could have a clear space. The papers were scattered on the floor and they began piecing them together like a puzzle. This continued with Joyce leaving to Will’s room every once and awhile to gather another pile of papers the boy tirelessly worked on.

When matches were made, they were taped together so as to not lose their place. By the time they were done, the entire living room floor and the bottom of the walls were covered in Will’s big puzzle. Joyce and Hopper huffed and puffed as they examined their work.

“Does this mean anything to you?” Hopper asked.

“No,” Joyce sighed. “I mean, is it some sort of maze or a road?” She wondered as they moved around to scan the drawings. “I-I mean, it’s sort of forking and branching like… like lightning.”

“You think it’s that storm?”

“No, the storm he drew was completely different. He used red. A-And this is all blue and it has some weird dirt color. I mean, maybe it’s roots. ‘Cause remember, he was saying it was spreading and-”

“Killing. He said they were killing,” Hopper blinked, remembering the cases of decaying crops around the farmland in Hawkins he was getting. “Vines.”

Joyce watched as he moved to the door, grabbing his jacket and keys. He put on his hat and turned to her. “He’s drawing vines.” He concluded before opening the door and walking out of the house.

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El had quickly lowered herself inside the storage space and grabbed the box that had intrigued her. She reached it up and set it down, pushing it aside so she could leave the little hole with a grunt. Situating herself in front of the box, she took off the lid and peered inside. There were a few files inside, so she decided to take her time in searching them. Most of them were deemed of no use to her, the papers scattered around the floor. At the bottom of the box, however, were two very interesting-looking files. The one that caught her eye first was a yellow file titled TOP SECRET.

Curious, El took the file out of the box and opened it. There wasn’t much inside, but she still read aloud what was on the papers. “(L/N). Carrie.” She whispered, as she tried her best to read the information. The first paper held information about Carrie (L/N), such as her hair color, eye color, race, height, weight and cause of death.

‘Suicide’.

El tilted her head at the word, not yet familiar with it. Moving onto the next paper, her eyes widened at the photo that was paperclipped to it. She gently took off the photo she assumed was of Carrie and examined it closely. “Pretty,” She whispered. “She looks like Doc…” With a hum, she placed the photo back in its rightful place. The rest of the documents were filled with words she couldn’t comprehend, so she closed and set the file aside. Taking out the final file, she read the name written across it.

“Ives. Terry.”

Inside of this file were articles, many of them.

‘Indiana Woman sues D.O.E. Claims child was stolen’

‘Daughter Jane Taken when she was a baby, Ives claims.’

“Jane.” El whispered. Clipped onto the paper were smaller pieces of articles.

‘Child abductions against Hawkins Lab thrown out’

Underneath the smaller articles was a photo. Once El had freed it, she saw that it was a photo of two people. One of them was a much younger Dr Brenner and another was a very beautiful woman beside him. El knew there was a way to find this Terry Ives, but the television wasn’t working.

However, the radio worked. After retrieving the radio from the bookshelf and grabbing a strip of cloth, she sat down in front of the couch. Once she switched the radio to a static station and wrapped the cloth around her eyes, she held the photo tightly in her hands. Moving the photo close to her heart, she let the static drown her as she searched for Terry.

Opening her eyes, El was in the Void once again. In the distance, a figure in a rocking chair sat with their back turned, mumbling something to themselves.

“Three to the right. Four to the left.”

The soft splashing of the water sounded as El approached the woman speaking to herself in the chair.

“Rainbow. Trust.”

Coming around to face her, she saw that it was the very same woman in the photo. Terry Ives.

“Three to the right. Four to the left.”

She looked just like El. She gently rocked back and forth in her chair with her eyes softly closed.

“Rainbow. Trust. Three to the right. Four to the left. Four-fifty.”

El’s heart nearly stopped when Terry’s eyes flew open, immediately connecting with hers. The woman’s eyebrows twitched to form some kind of emotion on her face. Fear, hope, delight? El didn’t know.

“Jane.”

El blinked rapidly. “Mama?” She whispered, slowly reaching her hand out. She could have sworn Terry’s fingers twitched, as if she were reaching out as well, and it reminded El of Doc briefly. The girl had gotten the chance to feel the soft touch of her mother’s hand before she disappeared within the next second, leaving her alone. “Mama!” El called out, her hands desperately feeling the empty air. “Mama?!”

El continued to sob for her mother in the empty cabin, even after she had taken off her blindfold.

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After school, Mike and Doc found themselves at the Byers home. Mike was noticeably anxious as he charged up the stairs to their porch, his sister close behind him. The boy didn’t even give himself time to breathe before he started banging on their door. “Hello? Will!”

“Mike.”

“Mrs Byers!”

“Mike, give them some time to actually answer.” Doc calmly spoke beside him. He briefly glanced over at her.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I-” He stopped himself when the door opened, Joyce giving the two a very strained smile.

“Hey, guys…”

“Hey.” They sighed out in unison, relieved someone answered. “Is Will here?” Mike asked.

Joyce glanced over her shoulder nervously. “You know what? Now is not really a good time.”

“Is he okay?”

She hesitated before stepping outside, kindly walking the two away from the door. “Yeah. You know, he’s… he’s just not feeling real well. He- He’s laying down, so I’ll tell him you two stopped by, okay?” She patted Mike on the shoulder, giving the two another smile before moving back towards the door.

“It’s about the shadow.” Doc suddenly spoke up, stone-faced. Joyce slowly turned to her with a look of shock. “I’m not wrong, am I?”

“No… No, you’re not wrong,” She shook her head. “Here, why don’t you two come inside?” She opened the door wider. Mike and Doc shared a look before stepping inside the house. Joyce closed the door behind her and walked around them, leading them towards Will’s room. She knew that they both knew where his room was, but something about her leading them told them that they needed to be prepared for something.

Mike and Doc confusedly stared at the drawings taped around the house as they walked side-by-side. Joyce gave Will’s closed door a little knock before softly pushing it open. “Hey, baby. Guess who’s here?”

There sitting on the edge of his bed was Will. He was dressed in his pajamas once again, but the front of his shirt was soaked with sweat. His eyes were wide and red with exhaustion, staring blankly at one place. When Joyce had spoken, he snapped out of his daze and looked up at who she had been referring to. His expression relaxed upon seeing Mike.

But when his gaze snapped to Doc, his face morphed into a glare. Doc clasped her hands together, feeling her wounds begin to tingle.

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The door to the Henderson home opened and shut within seconds, Dustin hurriedly and anxiously moving about the living room. Claudia Henderson had been pouring some cat food into her dear pet’s, Mews’s, bowl. When her son came in through the door, she looked over at him. “Hey, Dusty!”

“Hi, hey. Hey, Mom.” He rushed past her as she straightened up.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Yeah.” Reaching his room, he slipped inside and slid the door closed, locking it behind him. “Dart, I’ve gotta talk to you, buddy,” He took off his hat and backpack and made his way to the terrarium. “It’s about my friends, Will and Doc. I think I know why she…” When taking off the sheet, he froze.

The glass had been shattered, slime dripping from the shards that still held on. Dustin’s jaw was dropped as he slowly crouched down to get a better look inside. In Dart’s place was a mold of some sort, covered in that same green slime. With a grimace, he picked it up and examined it. “What the hell?”

Dustin jumped at a sudden screech that came from the corner of his room. “Dart?” He called out when the screech turned into small grunts. Skin crawling, he slowly crept over to his chair in the corner of the room. The sounds of the grunting continued as he moved, the boy noticing the dried blood in his rug as well as the smeared blood on the chair.

He peeked over the chair and his skin crawled at the sight of a much bigger Dart, wildly chewing into the blood-drenched and unmoving Mews. His heart raced and his breathing quickened as Dart slowly turned to him. And instead of the sweet little chitters he usually gave him, his face opened up and he let out another screech, much like the Demogorgon.

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discussion question (because I’m bored and suffering from cabin fever in isolation):

what’s your comfort episode of Torchwood?

i have several. what I classify as a comfort episode is that it’s silly, it’s fun, and it just makes me happy when I need to be cheered up.

For me those are Day One, Cyberwoman, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, and Something Borrowed (which is my newest addition). Countrycide I sorrrrt of count but it’s not very comforting, more when I want to scream into the lust pillow.

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