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dudadragneel · 4 months

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YOU BLINKED AND HERE I AM WITH ANOTHER SICKFIC (a little drabble, but an interesting one)

🦄 So I was watching the recent SKZ talker right and there was this scene (I’ll link it) and I got this idea. So it’s after one of their performances and they’re all really exhausted. So I thought, imagine him feeling really really dizzy and nauseous so you tell him that it’s probably because he hasn’t eaten so you sit down next to him while he eats. But he doesn’t stop feeling sick to he tells you that he’s going to the bathroom and leaves for a while but then he texts you saying he needs you to come to him. When you get there you ask him what’s wrong and he asks you to help him throw up.

Thank you, dear Liza! For making this cute header, I loved it 💜🥹

120% EFFORT

To say their choreographies were hard was an understatement. They never ceased to amaze you when it came to performances. And for this last comeback? S-Class? Sometimes you got yourself wondering if they were really humans and what went through their mind when creating such hard choreos.

You were watching as they recorded for one of the music shows over and over again, and couldn't help but feel amazed and tired for them. Unfortunately they had to record this several times if there was even the tiniest mistake, given how perfectionist they were.

Your eyes were glued on Hyunjin, he always gave 120% on his dance no matter how tired or injured he was, as you had already seen before.

He looked absolutely amazing and mesmerizing and everytime you thought to yourself that the take was perfect, they did it one more time. It was safe to say that they recorded at least 5 times.

When they finally managed to get the perfect stage, everyone was sweating as if water had been poured on them and were completely out of breath.

You were waiting for Hyunjin in the dressing room along with the staff and cheered when the boys entered the room. They were all out of breath and clearly tired but had sincere smiles across their faces nonetheless.

You ran to Hyunjin hugging him and kissing him as you congratulated him on another amazing performance.

- Honey! That was awesome!

- Thank you babe.

You were happy but you noticed right away when you got close to him that something seemed off, he was sweating too much and was a little bit pale.

- You okay?

- Yeah...I just feel really dizzy...and sick...

- You're probably tired. You danced five times in a row. And you haven't eaten much today right?

- hm...

- Then let's eat.

- Okay .

Hyunjin was feeling nauseous but also hungry, and those two feelings were fighting watch other inside his stomach and he wasn't happy about that. But he knew that not eating anything would just worsen the nausea he was already feeling.

You handed him a packed lunch and sat down next him with the boys for a well-deserved meal. Just like their choreographies, it also amazed you how much these boys could eat. Which wasn't a surprise given how much they danced and worked, and it also explained why they didn't gain as much weight.

They kept chatting about the performance and how STAYs were really excited even if they were watching the same stage more than once.

But Hyunjin was quiet, he just ate slowly engaging in the conversation every so often. You noticed it and also did the boys.

- Hyune-ah, you okay?

- Hm? Yeah.

He said looking up and chewing his food. He looked way too cute even though he was clearly not that well.

- You sure? You look off...

- I'm just tired...

The boys went back to the conversation and you kept eating and looking at Hyunjin, noticing how he still looked pale and sweaty.

He was feeling horrible, something wasn't right. His stomach was gurgling and the nausea wasn't going away, no matter how much he ate or drink, that awful feeling just insisted on lingering around.

He felt something weird in his stomach, it wasn't pain but it also felt too strange to be nausea but he knew he needed to go to the bathroom. He put down whatever he was eating and wiped his hands, that were starting to tingle a little.

- I'm gonna go to the bathroom...

- Hm? Okay.

He grabbed his phone and left. In the hallway to the bathroom he started praying that it didn't have anybody there, he didn't want to be sick in front of people. But before he got to the bathroom, what he was feeling in the dressing room had gotten a bit worse. The tingling sensation in his hands had increased, his stomach felt heavy and his breathing was strange, he felt out of breath as if he has just gotten off stage and his vision had black dots.

Shit! Am I gonna faint?

That's what crossed his mind, he needed to get to that bathroom quickly. He just turned around the corner and entered the bathroom and went straight into one of the stalls and closed it behind him.

He lost strength in his legs and kneeled in front of the toilet, the weird feeling in his stomach increased ten fold and he ducked his head in the toilet as a harsh gag cut through his body but nothing came out. He started feeling cold and hot at the same time, he felt cold sweat soaking his outfit and he was sure his makeup was melting off his face.

Another strong wave of nausea made him gag unproductively again and it just kept adding strain to his already tired body.

The dual feeling of burning and being cold got worse, his hands and mouth were tingling and his stomach kept feeling weird. He managed to stand up a little, only to stumble to the wall next to him, thank God for that wall, and then faint.

You were starting to get worried, it had been a few minutes since he left and he still hadn't come back.

- Y/n, where's Hyunjin?

- He said he was going to the bathroom.

- Is he okay?

- I hope so...

A few minutes later you got a text from him:

- babe. Can you come here?

- What happened?

- I'm not feeling well.

- Okay. Hold on.

- Shit!

You cursed under your breath and the boys noticed.

- what's wrong?

- Hyunjin just texted me. He said he's not feeling well.

- Really?

- I'll go see what's wrong. I'll text you guys.

- okay

-IN THE BATHROOM A FEW MINUTES BEFORE-

Hyunjin slowly regained consciousness, his ears were still ringing and his vision was fuzzy. Thankfully he didn't fall on the ground, he managed to slid down the wall on a sitting position.

Along with the confusion of trying to take in his surroundings and taking control back of his body, his stomach felt even worse than before with a strong wave of nausea suddenly ripping through him making him stumble to the toilet just in time for a harsh gag bring up an insignificant amount of saliva and bile, considering how miserable he felt.

He kept kneeling in front of the toilet, trying to expell whatever was revolting inside him in failed attempts.

He tried gag forcefully and contract his stomach but nothing was working and the nausea persisted.

At some point he gave up, he felt miserable and in pain, his head was pounding and he still felt faint, so he decided to text you, he needed you by his side and your help.

- NOW -----

You ran to the bathroom as soon as you got the text and you didn't care if it was the men's restroom.

You entered and started calling Hyunjin, who answered weakly signaling he was at the last stall.

- Babe, I'm coming in.

You opened the door to find Hyunjin sitting down on the floor, leaning against the wall looking as white as the wall itself. His forehead was damp with sweat and he was shaking a little.

- Oh my god! Hyune! What happened baby!?

You said as you kneeled in front of him.

- I...I felt something weird in my stomach...I came here and tried to throw up but I ended up fainting...

- why didn't you tell me before you left the room?

- I don't know...I'm sorry...

- No, do not apologize.

You grabbed his hands and noticed how cold they felt.

- Babe....My stomach....

- what is it?

- I want to throw up...but I tried to and nothing's coming up...and the nausea just won't go away....help me, please.

- Okay. I'll help you.

You helped him position himself kneeling in front of the toilet while you stood by his side. His hair was already tied up from the stage so you could focus yourself on his stomach.

His mouth was filling up with saliva and kept spitting it out and forcing gags, but none of it were working so you decided to step up. You'd rather not have to do this but he was clearly in agony and he had asked you to do it.

- Babe, excuse me, okay?

- Hmm...

Instead of rubbing his back as you would normally do, you went for his stomach. You rubbed it gently, in circles, applying a little bit of pressure each time, trying to stimulate him.

He gagged a few times but still unproductive. You insisted on the approach a few more times.

- Babe, I'm sorry, I'll be a little more rough this time okay?

You said as you placed your hand exactly at the pit of his stomach and pressed it a little stronger than before. And again he gagged and only a thin stream of bile came out and both of you knew that wasn't everything that needed to come out.

- Babe...it just won't go away and my stomach just keeps gurgling...

There were tears forming in his eyes, his agony just insisted and it was hurting you to see him like this. You didn't want to resort to this method but it was the last thing up your sleeve to help him.

- Babe, I'll need to induce it okay? It's gonna be bad but bare with me, alright?

You kept one of your hands on his stomach while you stuck your fingers down his throat. At the same time you moved your fingers you pressed down a little harder on his stomach and as soon as you did that, he felt something rushing up his esophagus and a burp brought up a thick stream of undigested food that escaped through your fingers before hitting the toilet water with a sickening sound.

- There we go.

You said as you took out your hand and wiped it while the other kept rubbing his stomach.

Before he could catch his breath another stream gushed out of him, this time coming from his nose as well. And the texture was gross, he had just eaten so it all came back as thick as possible, which made it hard to come out, there was barely any liquid in his vomit, he could see everything he had eaten a few minutes ago and it just made him gag again.

He felt every chunk of food rushing up his throat and a cough made everything come out mixing with the rest on the toilet.

- That's it. You're doing good. Get everything out.

You kept rubbing his stomach and now his back as well, giving little taps from time to time to help him.

Something got caught in his throat which made him start coughing and that fit evolved to gags that were again unproductive and you knew there was more that needed to get out.

- Babe, I'll do it again, alright?

He just nodded and closed his eyes as you stuck your fingers down his throat one more time, repeating the process successfully. You felt vomit on your hand as Hyunjin jolted forward with another thick stream gushing out hitting the edges of the seat and unfortunately getting on your hands as you couldn't take it out in time, but it didn't bother you.

- 'm sorry...

He said quietly before another burp brought up another mouth full of vomit.

- It's okay, honey. Don't worry about it. Just focus on getting everything out.

You pat his back as well when he chocked on a piece of undigested food that got stuck on his throat, be coughed hard and a wet gag brought it out mixed with bile and thick saliva.

He was now left gagging and throwing up only thick saliva and bile, he felt tired and his body felt cold and hot at the same time.

- Honey, I think you're done. Here, lean on me for a while.

You guided him so he was laying on your chest and grabbed his hands, drawing circular patterns to help him calm down.

- Baby, breathe with me ok? Inhale 1 2 3 4, hold 1 2 3 4 and exhale 1 2 3 4.

He followed your instructions and your breathing pattern along with paying attention to the touch on his hands and managed to calm down.

- thank you...love...

- No need to thank me. How are you feeling? Better?

- Yeah... A bit...just tired now...

- Let's go rinse your mouth and go back to the dressing room.

You helped him to the sink and wrapped your arms firmly around him, as it seemed he could faint again at any minute.

You were met with seven pairs of worried eyes as soon as you entered the dressing room. The staff helped you settle Hyunjin on a mattress so he could rest, while they decided what to do.

- y/n, what happened?

- When I got there he told me he'd fainted and then he started throwing up.

- Was he like this all along?

- I don't think so. I think it started after the performance.

The boys gathered with the staff to discuss what they'd do, since there was a fan sign after the recording.

And you sat by Hyunjin's side, stroking his hair while he kept dozing off but trying his best to answer you.

- How are you feeling?

- Icky...tired, sweaty and still a little sick...

- Oh baby, when we get to the dorms you'll be able to rest.

The staff decided to take Hyunjin back to the dorms with you, while the others would proceed with the schedule. Just like usual, the company issued a letter explaining Hyunjin's absence on the fan sign event.

You stayed in the dorms with him, helped him take a shower and then made him some light soup, which he managed to eat a little before passing out in bed and sleeping for the rest of the day, with you cuddling him.

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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The Copycat

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You have a classmate who ends up being a close acquaintance of yours (you wouldn't really consider them as a friend). You two seem to get along just fine until you find out that they're trying to be just like you.

Note: Not sure how I feel about this story in particular. I wanted this story to be something, but it didn't turn out how I originally planned for it to be. Therefore, the original plan might be another story on its own. It's somewhat of a similar concept but, at the same time, different. I have a convention to prepare for in less than five hours, and here I am 💀 Anyway, next week, I might have a new random AU for the Isekai'd!reader series come out soon! :> Please keep in mind that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: No warning specifically. Other than the reader wanting to fight the person toward the end (they don't, it's implied). I guess fainting would count?

Word Count: 9.8k

You’re in House of Daena, studying for your literature class while trying your best not to fall asleep in the library. It’s only seven in the morning, and you have decided to go to the library early morning before your biology class. You have made a grave mistake by studying in a place that is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. Your eyelids are heavy, and you keep yawning as time goes by.

You rub the tears pooling in your eyes and grumble to yourself. You shake your head, patting your cheeks to keep yourself awake. You blink down at the textbook laid out in front of you and stare at the words that are jumbled up in your vision. Propping your head up in the palm of your hands, you stare at your literature textbook blankly.

“What am I supposed to be studying again?” You mutter to yourself, massaging your throbbing temples with an exhausted sigh.

Someone slams their textbooks and bookbag onto the table in front of you, startling you. You look up and see a girl with medium-length dusty blonde hair, thick-rimmed black-gold glasses, and her Akademiya uniform disheveled. She sits down across from you and gives you a smile.

“You’re supposed to be studying for Mrs. Hooshang’s literature course,” the dusty blonde girl says, pulling her notebook and pencil out from her backpack.

You blink at the girl in front of you. “I’m sorry, who are you? Mrs. Hooshang’s class has about two hundred students. I don’t think I can remember everyone’s names from the top of my head,” you said.

The girl smiles at you and tucks her hair behind her ears. “My name’s Mina. I sit a row behind you and Roxanna,” said Mina.

You give her a tired smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Mina. I apologize for not knowing your name; I assume you know my name?” You ask, organizing your things on the table to give Mina some space to put her stuff on the table.

Mina nods her head. “That’s right! I mainly know you because you’re quite famous in the Akademiya and among the student body.”

“I’m famous in the Akademiya? That’s news to me,” you muttered.

You continue to study for your literature class, occasionally yawning in between your studies. While you’re studying for your literature class, Mina is doing her homework and strikes up a conversation with you from time to time. You close your textbook and push it to the side, rubbing your head with a shaky sigh.

Mina looks at you worriedly. “Are you okay, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I woke up really early today to come here to study. I ended up skipping out on breakfast, and now I’m starting to regret it,” you said.

“Are you feeling hungry or thirsty? We can take a break from studying and go to the cafeteria for you to get something to eat before your class starts,” Mina suggests.

You shake your head. “I don’t feel hungry. I’m feeling nauseous,” you reply, resting your head on the table and swallowing the lump in your throat.

You hate feeling nauseous; other than the feeling of wanting to throw up, feeling sick to your stomach is the second thing you hate the most. You’re starting to notice that your arms feel heavy and your eyes are threatening to shut. You’re so tired, but you’re also feeling queasy.

Mina gets up from her seat and hurries over to your seat. “We should take you to the infirmary if that’s the case. We wouldn’t want you to get worse,” Mina says, kneeling beside you.

You nod and slowly get up from your seat with the help of Mina. Mina quickly packs both of your things before ushering you to the Akademiya’s infirmary while carrying your and her backpack. While on your way to the Akademiya’s infirmary, Mina accidentally drops your and her backpack on your way. Both you and Mina walk past your two boyfriends, who were just walking out of the office they were in. Al Haitham and Kaveh pause in their steps when they see you and Mina stumbling to the Akademiya infirmary, you slumping down in Mina’s arms while she carries you haphazardly.

“Should we go and see what’s going on?” Kaveh asks Al Haitham, watching you and Mina stumble out of the Akademiya doors.

Al Haitham nods his head. “Let’s go,” Al Haitham says.

Kaveh and Al Haitham run after you and Mina, hoping that nothing had happened to you while you were in House of Daena, studying for your literature class. Everything to you feels like a sudden blur. One minute you’re in the library; the next, you open your eyes and find yourself in the Akademiya’s infirmary room while your classmate is pacing back and forth. Mina’s head turns in your direction when you groan and cover your eyes with your arms.

Mina rushes over to where you lay and gently pushes you down on the bed when you try to sit up. “You should lay down a little longer. You fainted on our way to the infirmary,” Mina says.

You’re about to open your mouth to say something when the door bursts open. Mina screeches and jumps back, looking over at the door with wide eyes. Al Haitham and Kaveh are panting and looking around the infirmary worriedly.

“The Scribe?” Mina whispers when she and Al Haitham make eye contact.

Kaveh rolls his eyes and holds his hand up. “And Kaveh. What am I? Chopped liver?”

Behind Al Haitham and Kaveh was a commotion coming from the main door of the infirmary. You look at the door and see the other men piling into the infirmary room, pushing against each other while grumbling.

“Ow! Watch it!” Xiao scowls, glaring at Thoma, who accidentally stepped on the Yaksha’s foot while trying to push through the crowd of men.

Thoma gives Xiao an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Xiao. I didn’t mean to step on your foot, buddy,” Thoma says.

“What are you guys doing here?” You ask, clearing your scratchy throat.

You attempt to sit on the infirmary bed, only for Mina to push you back down and give you a look your mother would usually give you when she catches you sneaking snacks into your bedroom while she’s on the phone with your father. Once everyone is able to enter the infirmary room without stepping on each other’s toes, Baizhu walks over to you and presses his hand on your forehead.

“You don’t have a fever,” Baizhu says, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.

Venti sits on the edge of the infirmary bed and lightly squeezes your calf. “The Akademiya infirmary gave us a call, saying it’s urgent and how you collapsed on your way here,” Venti explains, giving you a sad smile.

“How come you didn’t inform us that you’re sick? Al Haitham could have informed the school and your professors about it and let you stay home for a few days,” Tighnari sighs.

Mina stares at Tighnari’s ears with wide eyes, her hand slowly reaching for Tighnari’s ears. Tighanari arrows his eyes at Mina and slaps her hand away before it can reach his ears. You shake your head and rub your temples. Mina barely met the men, and she’s already giving them a bad first impression, which is unfortunate, especially if she’s going to be making an appearance in your life every now and then. Tighnari walks around Mina and stands close to the infirmary bed, assessing you from head to toe with Baizhu and Albedo by his side.

“But I’m not sick! I feel fine, other than feeling really tired,” you said.

Childe and Diluc trade looks with each other before turning to look at you. You do look tired; there are noticeable bags under your eyes, your skin tone is lackluster, and your eyes are bloodshot from the lack of sleep.

“How much sleep have you been getting since you started attending the Akademiya?” Diluc asks.

You press your lips into a thin line. When was the last time you had a proper sleep schedule? You would pull all-nighters just to study and complete your assignments for certain classes. The longest sleep you would get would be around six hours, but it’s not consistent.

You hesitate for a moment. “Uh, about six hours? But I haven’t been sleeping much ever since,” you reply.

Mina sighs in defeat and hunches forward. “[Y/N], you need to sleep longer than that. Adults need long nights of sleep compared to children and teens,” Mina says.

Albedo shakes his head at Mina’s comment. “That’s completely false. Children and teens require more sleep than adults. An adult requires about seven to ten hours of sleep, whereas children and teenagers need more than that,” Albedo says.

Mina rolls her eyes at Albedo and crosses her arms over her chest with a loud ‘hmph!’ and points her nose up in the air. “My statement still stands. [Y/N] needs to sleep longer than six hours,” Mina says.

Itto points at Mina. “Onikabuto booboo bear, who’s this lady?” Itto asks, giving Mina a strange look while her nose continues to point toward the air.

You give Itto a weak smile and toss the thin blanket off your legs. “Everyone, this is Mina! She’s my classmate and the one that helped me get to the Akademiya’s infirmary before I could pass out in House of Daena,” you said.

You stretch your legs and slowly stand up. Aether walks over to you and hands you a cup of water. You give him a thankful smile and take a sip. Mina gives you a proud smile and turns to the men around her.

“If it weren’t for me, [Y/N] would have fainted in the library. I expect a thank you from everyone in the infirmary,” Mina says, propping her hands on her hips while tapping her left foot on the tile floors.

“Uh, thank you for doing the bare minimum?” Aether asks, narrowing his eyes at the dusty-blonde girl.

Mina gives Aether a small glare before turning to look at you. “Who are those men? They don’t look related to each other, nor do you look related to any of them,” Mina huffs, giving the twenty-five men the side eye.

“They’re—”

Childe cuts you off.

“We’re their boyfriends. That’s right, all twenty-five of us are dating [Y/N]. We’re not dating each other; we’re only interested in [Y/N] and [Y/N] only,” Childe says, strutting over to you with his head held high and a big smirk on his face.

Mina looks at you with wide eyes, her jaws slacked. “You’re dating twenty-five men at once!? How does that even work!?” Mina asks, running her hand through her hair.

You sigh and shrug your shoulders. Quite frankly, you’re not even sure yourself. Some men are more possessive than others, and you’re surprised that the relationship is working out just fine without someone losing an arm or a leg. Childe wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head, stroking your hair with his right hand. You close your eyes and press your forehead on his neck, breathing in his cologne.

“We manage to make it work,” Kaeya says nonchalantly.

“So, has the doctor informed you of what is going on, or did they not check up on you yet?” Ayato asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “I woke up a minute before Al Haitham, and Kaveh burst through the doors, so I don’t think the doctor has checked up on me yet,” you reply.

Scaramouche grumbles and stalks over to you and Childe, pulling the tall ginger-haired Harbinger away from you. Scaramouche has you sit back down on the bed and shakes his head, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Then we might as well wait for the doctors at the Akademiya check up on [Y/N] before we can take them home,” Scaramouche says.

You blink at Scaramouche and do a double take. “Wait, what? Take me home already? I barely studied for Mrs. Hooshang’s literature class!” You exclaim.

“While we understand that your grades are important, you need to put your health over your studies,” Zhongli says, stroking your hair.

You sigh and lean against Zhongli, pressing your head against Zhongli’s abdomen. “It’s barely nine in the morning, and I’m already getting checked out of school before my classes start,” you mutter, closing your eyes.

“I’m sure your professors will understand. After all, you don’t want to faint in class now, do you?” Kazuha asks, sitting down beside you.

You peek at Kazuha from the corner of your eyes and slowly pull from Zhongli. “That’s true. It would be humiliating if I fainted during lectures,” you murmur.

The Akademiya doctor steps into your temporary room and stops in his tracks when he sees the number of people in the room with you. He sighs and shakes his head, looking down at the clipboard in his hand.

“I’m assuming all of you are the patient’s visitors?” The doctor raises his eyebrows at everyone in the room.

Dainsleif nods and crosses his arms over his chest. “That is correct,” Dainsleif answers.

The doctor mutters under his breath before weaving through the crowd of people to get to where you’re sitting. The doctor asked you the usual questions, checked your vitals, and did other things while you weren’t mentally present. About twenty minutes have passed, and the doctor has informed you and everyone in the room that you’re not sick and that you’re lacking sleep. And because you didn’t get enough sleep, it caused you to faint on your way to the Akademiya’s infirmary, and you’re lucky to have Mina to be the one to assist you to the infirmary.

Gorou sighs in relief. “It’s a good thing that you’re not sick, angel! I’m glad you’re healthy,” Gorou says, wrapping his arms around your body and nuzzling his face into your neck, his tail wrapping around your waist.

“Eh, they’re kind of healthy. I’m pretty sure that skipping out on your sleep isn’t healthy,” Heizou interjects, shrugging his shoulders.

“So, do we take them home now, or are we going to continue to let them stay in school for the day?” Cyno asks, looking over at you.

Pantalone chuckles. “That depends on how many classes they have today,” Pantalone says, turning to look at you.

You blink at Pantalone and search on your person for your schedule. You sigh after realizing that you put your class schedule in your backpack. You fall back on the bed and close your eyes.

“My class schedule is in my backpack,” you muttered.

Mina’s eyes widen. “Oh no, I think I dropped it somewhere in the Akademiya while I was taking you to the infirmary,” Mina says, grabbing the roots of her hair and lightly pulling at it while cursing under her breath.

Pierro rolls his eyes. “No need to worry or panic. We were able to retrieve it when we first arrived at the Akademiya,” Pierro says, holding up the two backpacks in one hand.

You sigh in relief. “You’re a lifesaver, Pierro. I have textbooks that cost three hundred mora, and I cannot afford to lose them,” you said, getting up from the bed and walking to Pierro to retrieve your backpack.

Mina stares at Pierro and looks over at you; you can see the look of disgust visible on her face. “You’re dating a man that is older than my father?” Mina asks, her face scrunching up. “Other than the questionable age gap between you and [Y/N], thank you for retrieving our backpacks, sir,” Mina mutters, grabbing her backpack from Pierro’s grasp.

You dig through your backpack and pull out your schedule. “Today is Wednesday, and I have three classes, but they’re spread out. I have one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and the last class is in the early evening,” you said, looking up at the men in front of you.

“With what has happened today and the number of classes you have, I believe that it's best for you to skip class for today for your health. You need to rest and get some sleep,” Capitano says.

You give Capitano a look of disbelief. “But if I skip out on my class today, I’ll be behind in my classes!” You sputter, looking over at the others for help.

“I understand that you don’t like falling behind in class, but you can skip out for one day. After all, you have us, and we can help you with your class in case you fall behind,” Dottore says.

Mina gives you a small smile. “If you let me look at your schedule, I can drop by after your professor’s lectures and collect any assignments for you. Or I can ask your classmates for a copy of their notes for you,” Mina proposes.

You look at Mina with wide eyes and look at the others in the room. “I don’t know, Mina. I don’t want you to waste your time and do this for me. After all, Al Haitham and Kaveh can always drop by my classes and gather the assignments for me instead,” you said.

Mina shakes her head. “No, I insist. Plus, they have a tough position in the Akademiya that puts a lot of responsibilities on them. Please, let me help you,” Mina pleads.

You sigh for the umpteenth time and nod your head reluctantly. Mina smiles at you and walks over to you when you hold your schedule out in her direction. Mina looks down at your schedule and skims through the words on the paper.

“Alright, I will give you your schedule by the end of the day! Can you give me your address, by the way? I need to drop your assignments off to you, and I can’t do that if I don’t know your address,” Mina says.

Al Haitham holds his hand up and shakes his head. “That won’t be needed. Once you have collected the assignments and notes for [Y/N], Kaveh and I will take it from there and give it to [Y/N] after we have received it,” Al Haitham says.

Mina sighs in defeat and nods her head, reluctantly agreeing to Al Haitham’s plan. The men end up taking you back to the abode to rest. Thoma carries your backpack while Cyno is carrying you on his back. Even though Cyno didn’t need to hold you, Cyno continued to insist on giving you a piggyback ride so you wouldn’t end up fainting like earlier.

Once you all arrive back to the abode, minus Al Haitham and Kaveh, you’re sent straight to your room to change out of your Akademiya uniform and are instructed to stay in bed while one of the men will bring food up to your bedroom. You take a quick shower, change into your pajamas and sit on your bed. Once you have sat down on your bed, a wave of exhaustion hits you like a sumpter beast.

You plop down on your bed and throw your blanket over your head. You snuggle into your pillows and close your eyes, feeling yourself slowly drift off to sleep. Before sleep consumes you, your bedroom door opens, and you hear footsteps approaching your bed. You grumble and toss the blanket off your head, and turn to see the men with food trays in their hands.

“We’ll be joining you while you eat in your bedroom to keep you company if you don’t mind,” Thoma says, placing a tray of food on your lap and brushing your damp hair away from your forehead.

Seeing that your hair is still wet from your shower, Ayato gives you a disapproving look. “[Y/N], what did we say about not drying our hair after taking a shower?” Ayato asks, placing his food tray on your desk and walking over to you.

You purse your lips. “That if we don’t dry our hair, we’ll get a headache and get sick,” you mutter like a child being scolded by their parents.

“I’ll dry their hair,” Diluc offers, walking over to the bathroom to grab the hair dryer.

You sigh and pick up your food, taking a bite out of it. “I don’t need to be babied, you guys. I’m an Akademiya scholar, dammit! I am an adult who is working toward a degree!” You said, grabbing a paper napkin and tossing it on your bed lightly.

“Hush now and eat your food,” Tighnari says, patting your head lightly.

You gave in and let Diluc blow-dry your hair while Ayato brushed your hair. You weren’t too fond of blow drying your hair, mainly because it takes up a lot of time, and you didn’t want to wait. You prefer air-drying your hair because you’re not exposing your hair to heat, even though you can dry your hair with the cold option. Either way, you think that using the hair dryer is too much of a hassle and decide to let your hair air dry instead.

“How are you feeling right now?” Aether asks, sitting beside you after Diluc and Ayato finish drying your hair.

You shrug your shoulders. “I’m still tired, but other than that, I feel okay,” you reply, reaching for the paper napkin you threw and wiping your lips. “So, what do you guys think of Mina?” You ask suddenly, looking up from your food and watching for their reactions to your question.

“She’s an interesting one. She did spew some misinformation that Albedo had to correct her on,” Heizou says, munching on his sashimi platter.

Albedo crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what made her think adults need more sleep than children and teenagers, but she’s wrong. The only thing she is correct on is how you need more than six hours of sleep each night,” Albedo says.

“How long have you and Mina known each other?” Tighnari asks.

You laugh sheepishly and rub the back of your neck. “We have class together, but I didn’t even know she existed until today. Quite frankly, I didn’t even know that we were in the same class until she told me in the library,” you reply.

“So, she just randomly approached you while you were studying,” Xiao states, raising an eyebrow at you.

You nod. “That is correct,” you reply.

You and the men continue to eat until everyone is finished eating. Once you’re done eating, Childe takes your food tray and goes downstairs, with the others following after him. Baizhu stayed behind to check up on you while you got situated in your bed, lying down, pulling your blanket up to your chin, and snuggling into your pillows.

“Make sure to get as much rest as you can. We wouldn’t want you to collapse and fall ill because you’re not getting enough sleep,” Baizhu says, pressing his hand against your forehead again.

“I’ll try my best to sleep in longer,” you reply, letting out a yawn.

Baizhu smiles and presses a kiss on your head before walking out of your bedroom and closing the door behind him. After you have fallen asleep, you don’t know how long you have been sleeping; it feels like you have been asleep for a few hours. What woke you up from your slumber was hearing your bedroom door open and someone walking into your room. You can never sleep when someone is in the same room as you, especially if they’re awake. You crack your eyes open and look around your dark bedroom, only to see Al Haitham and Kaveh putting your assignments (you’re assuming) on your desk.

“Dammit, you two woke [Y/N] up,” Scaramouche whispers from the entrance of your bedroom.

You sit up and rub your eyes. “What time is it?” You ask.

“It’s three in the afternoon. You’ve been asleep for a few hours now,” Cyno answers, peeking into your bedroom.

You mumble incoherently and plop down on your bed, snuggling into your blanket. “I’ll be up in a few hours to do my homework. I’ll thank Mina when I see her tomorrow,” you murmur into your blanket.

“You’re not going to be doing your homework for today. Again, you need to rest for the entire day and let your body relax. It’s okay to take a break from school work for one day,” Childe interjects, peeking into your room.

You bury your face into your pillow, sighing into your pillow. “Alright, alright. I’ll take a break for today and do my assignments tomorrow. But just to let you all know, you’re going to need to help me catch up on my homework,” you said, waving your hand around blindly.

“We’re fine with that as long as you’re getting the rest you need,” Venti says, trotting into your bedroom to plant a kiss on your forehead.

After Venti kissed your forehead, the other men followed behind Venti to give you a kiss on the cheek, forehead, head, and chin. While they’re giving you kisses on your face, you give their hands a light squeeze. As much as you want to kiss them goodnight (?), you didn’t want to risk anything if you were actually sick, even if the Akademiya doctor and Baizhu informed you that you weren’t ill. You don’t want any of the men to get sick, whether you’re feeling under the weather or not. The last person to leave your bedroom was Kazuha; he ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your cheek.

“Get plenty of rest, okay?” Kazuha murmurs, stroking your cheek.

You nod. “I will, Kazuha.” You reach up and grab his hand, gently squeezing his hand before releasing Kazuha’s hand.

Kazuha gets up and walks over to the door, turning your bedroom lights off and shutting the door behind him.

Ever since the incident of you collapsing due to lack of sleep, Mina has been at your side at all times at the Akademiya. The only time she’s not by your side is when you two have different classes. You wouldn’t really call her a friend, mainly because you two only hang out during school hours and wouldn’t speak to each other outside of the Akademiya. You weren’t complaining at all; it’s normal in universities. People make acquaintances at the school they attend, talk and hang out with those people during school hours, and wouldn’t speak to one another outside of school.

You notice that ever since you and Mina have been hanging out with each other more during school hours, Mina has been adopting your habits and behaviors, which is somewhat normal since friends tend to mimic one another. Lovers would also mimic each other’s behavior and routine. But this one, you can’t put your finger on it.

“Hey, Mina! Wanna go to the Grand Bazaar with Roxanna and me?” Farah asks, approaching you and Mina with Roxanna walking next to her.

Mina looks at Roxanna and Farah with wide eyes. She then looks over at you; you shrug your shoulders in response.

“Don’t look at me! They’re the ones inviting you to go to the Grand Bazaar with them!” You said, clutching your textbooks against your chest. “Plus, I think you should go! It’ll be fun!” You lightly nudge Mina’s side.

Mina shrugs her shoulders and looks at Roxanna and Farah with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, ladies. As much as I would love to go to the Grand Bazaar with both of you, I’m going to have to pass on this one. I have so many things to study, and I also saw this amazing opportunity that I could not pass up on! Does next time sound okay for you two?” Mina asks, biting on her bottom lip as she looks at Roxanna and Farah nervously.

Roxanna smiles and nods her head. “Yeah, that’s fine with us! We can go to the Grand Bazaar together next time!” Roxanna says.

Mina gives Roxanna and Farah a small smile and waves at them as they walk away. Mina turns to you and sighs, hunching forward and rubbing her temples. “I have so much studying to do for my botany class,” Mina says.

You look at Mina, surprised. “Oh! You’re taking botany classes? I thought you were part of the Illuminationism?” You ask.

Mina runs her fingers through her dusty-blonde hair. “I was, but then I switched over to biology because it seems easier compared to Illuminationism. Plus, Azar is associated with the Rtawahist. I don’t want to be associated with the Grand Sage,” Mina huffs.

You nod. “That is true… ever since the Grand Sage was exposed for his schemes, I don’t think anyone wants to be associated with him. However, I’m not sure how people view the Rtawahist. I’m sure people won’t care if you’re part of the Rtawahist,” you murmur.

“I know, but still. Plus, I saw how much you enjoy being a biology major, so I wanted to see what the hype is all about!” Mina says.

“You could’ve taken some biology courses as your elective, but since you want to make it your major, I don’t see why not,” You said. “Now, I’ll leave you to your studies. I have some things to tend to at my place.”

Mina looks at you with wide eyes and grabs your biceps to prevent you from leaving. “What? You’re not going to go to House of Daena to study?” Mina asks.

“Not really. I have completed my studies already this morning,” You answer.

“But I didn’t see you there when I went to House of Daena myself!” Mina exclaims.

You give Mina a strange look. “I didn’t go to House of Daena to study, Mina. I decided to study at my house today since I sort of woke up later than usual,” you shrug your shoulders.

You look down at your bicep and then at Mina, waiting for her to let go of your bicep. Mina reluctantly lets go of your arm and gives you a fake smile. You give her a small smile, bidding her goodbye, before walking off.

“Have you guys noticed something strange about Mina?” You ask one day at the dinner table, biting into your zhongyuan.

“She’s always been strange! Her being strange is nothing new to us,” Itto says casually as he takes a big bite out of his mixed yakisoba.

“He’s not wrong there,” Dainslief mutters, wiping his mouth with the napkin.

“We don’t really see her as often as you do, so can you perhaps explain to us how Mina has been acting strange?” Gorou asks, slurping up his noodles.

You then go into the details of how strange Mina has been acting for the past few days. Maybe she has been this way, but you can’t help but notice how Mina would watch you like a hawk and would want to be around you more often. While you see her as a fellow classmate and Akademiya buddy, you can’t help but get a strange feeling from Mina. You can’t put your finger on the specific thing, but you know you’re not going crazy. Perhaps you are, since you still need to fix your sleep schedule.

“She switched her major to biology, and she has a sudden interest in studying? I don’t find those strange at all, considering people do change their majors when they find another passion. Is there anything else that she did that you find strange?” Kaeya asks.

“She rejected Roxanna and Farah’s invite to go to the Grand Bazaar just to study in House of Daena. Mina never misses out on going to the Grand Bazaar, and it’s strange that she turned down that invitation,” you said, chewing on your zhongyuan.

Zhongli hums and strokes his chin. “Perhaps there’s an exam coming up for her? Though the sudden major changes during the first two weeks of a new quarter are strange and a drastic decision to make,” Zhongli says.

“I mean, Mina questioned me why I wasn’t going to be studying in the library today, and she suddenly grabbed my bicep to prevent me from leaving,” you shrug your shoulders.

“She sounds weird and a little bit too eager to have you as a friend or a study partner,” Pantalone says, twirling his noodle around his fork.

You shake your head and grab another zhongyuan. “Maybe she’s been stressed out with her studies that she needed me to be there as a support of some kind. I understand if she needs a study partner, but she could’ve informed me about it the day before or something like that,” you mutter.

“Maybe you’re all too quick to judge the girl. After all, [Y/N] only hangs out with Mina during school hours. They don’t spend enough time together for [Y/N] to find what’s off and what’s not off about Mina,” Dottore says, taking a bite out of his steak.

Capitano snorts. “That won’t stop us from finding her behavior strange,” Capitano mutters.

Your “friendship” with Mina continues to become strange the more you watch her closely. Whenever you mentioned Al Haitham getting you a new Akademiya uniform that has custom embroidery on it, Mina would get a new Akademiya uniform with similar embroidery on it. You decided not to make a big deal out of it and brush it off as a coincidence.

A few days later, you have decided to get your hair trimmed. You think your hair is getting a bit too long, so you go to a hair salon in Inazuma to get a trim with the men accompanying you to keep you company. When you showed up to the Akademiya with your hair trimmed, Mina suddenly got a trim. Not only did Mina cut her hair, but she also dyed her hair to a hair color that is similar to yours and styled it in a way like how you would style your hair.

“What do you think?” Mina asks, twirling her hair around her fingers.

You give her a fake smile. “It looks cute! What made you go this route for your hair? It’s a bit of a drastic change,” you said, examining her appearance closely.

Mina looks almost eerily similar to you, but she doesn’t look like you, thankfully. The hair length, the hair color, the sudden change of uniform with the same embroidery as yours. It was all too similar. This cannot be a coincidence at this point.

Mina shrugs her shoulders. “I have a few inspirations here and there for a new look and style,” Mina says. “I think this style suits me well.”

You chuckle and shake your head. “Well, I’m curious about your inspirations,” you said.

“[Y/N],” you hear Al Haitham call your name.

You and Mina turn your heads. “Yes?” You and Mina answer in unison.

What the fuck? Your head snaps in Mina’s direction, looking at her incredulously. “Did you just answer to my name?” You ask.

Mina looks at you like a fish out of water, her mouth agape as she tries to answer your question. Al Haitham and Kaveh slowly approach you and Mina, his eyebrows raised. You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for Mina’s response.

“This is getting weird,” Kaveh interjects, looking between you and your copycat.

Mina sputters and scratches the back of her neck— a habit you would do whenever you’re nervous or unsure of the situation. Aside from your looks, did Mina adopt your nervous habits as hers as well? And maybe your name?

“I didn’t know there were two [Y/N]s,” you hear Tighnari say sarcastically.

You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue. “Yeah, I didn’t know I had a twin either, Tighnari,” you deadpan, staring at Mina blankly.

“Listen, I blanked out, and I wasn’t fully paying attention. [Y/N] and Mina kind of rhyme with each other, hence why I answered without thinking!” Mina says.

Cyno chuckles and purses his lips. “I don’t know, Mina. I’m not a rhyme expert or anything, but something tells me that [Y/N] and Mina do not rhyme with each other at all. Perhaps we can ask your literature professor about it, or maybe a poetry professor,” Cyno shrugs his shoulders.

You sigh and take your beret off, ruffling your hair. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, Mina. If you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend with Al Haitham, Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari,” you said.

Before you can walk off with the four men, Mina grabs your wrist. You stop in your tracks and turn to look at her. Al Haitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, and Cyno stop to look, their eyebrows raised. They all look impatient, but they also look interested in what is going to unfold. Mina visibly gulps and lets go of your wrist.

“I was wondering if you’re going to be studying in House of Daena today because I need assistance with my studies,” Mina says, rubbing the fabric of her Akademiya uniform between her thumb and index finger.

“It depends on how long this meeting is going to go,” you said.

You see Mina’s eyes light up with interest. “Oh? What’s this meeting about?” Mina asks.

You blink at Mina and look over at the four men standing behind you. You’re not entirely sure if you should tell Mina about your upcoming project for the Akademiya or not. Your project involves extensive research inside and outside of the Akademiya; Al Haitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, and Cyno are also part of this research.

“It’s about my grades and how I’m doing in the Akademiya. Since I’ve been here for a short time, I want to find a way to graduate from the Akademiya sooner rather than later,” you lie.

Mina gasps and looks at you with wide eyes. “What?! But you can’t do that!” Mina exclaims, startling you and the four men behind you.

“And why is that?” You ask slowly.

“Because!” Mina sputters. She takes a deep breath and clears her throat, adjusting her Akademiya uniform and her beret. “If you graduate early, you won’t do well in the real world. Plus, you’re going to be leaving me behind!” Mina frowns.

The four men behind you look over at each other, their eyebrows furrowing with confusion after hearing Mina’s strange explanation. You look at Mina for a second and scratch the back of your head. You’re not entirely sure what year Mina is in at the Akademiya, and you’re unsure whether Mina is aware that you’re close to graduating or not.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply in your first claim, but you don’t need to worry about me and my future outside of the Akademiya. Plus, I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but I’m a third-year Akademiya student,” you said.

“Third year?!” Mina screeches, her eyes the size of dinner plates.

You nod.

“How are you a third year at the Akademiya when you’re a recent student?! How is that possible?” Mina asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “I had to complete a lot of exams for my placement. While I have no prior education in Teyvat, I do have some knowledge,” you said.

Mina stares at you blankly. “What are you saying?”

There’s no way you’re going to reveal to Mina that you’re an outlander like Aether and Lumine. While they exist in the world of Genshin, you do not exist in this world at all. You magically appeared in their world and had to adapt to your new life somehow.

“I was really dumb, and now I am not dumb because these men,” you gesture to Al Haitham, Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari behind you, “are the reason why I am where I’m at in the Akademiya. They guided me through many things and they are my mentors. They taught me academic discipline and taught me how to do well in the Akademiya,” you lie.

You winced inwardly at your awful lie. It’s better than admitting that you’re not from their universe; who knows what Mina would do with that information? But other than that, you wish you could have come up with something better than what you just said to Mina. Without having to look behind you, you can tell the four men are also cringing at your awful lie. Mina slowly nods her head and presses her lips into a thin line, not saying anything. You can’t tell if Mina bought your lie or not.

Mina looks at you quizzically. “What do you mean by that? You’re not dumb. You may lack the education, but you’re not dumb,” Mina says. She grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you lightly.

You feel your eye twitch, and you give her a fake smile. You grab her wrists and take a step back from Mina. You clear your throat and turn to look at the four men, who have been patiently waiting for you to finish the conversation with Mina.

“Let’s go now, shall we?” You breathed.

Kaveh, Cyno, Al Haitham, and Tighnari nod their heads before walking off with you following after them. You didn’t think much of what happened later that day. After the meeting with Al Haitham, Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari, you collapsed on the couch at the abode, face down. Your beret falls off your head and lands on the ground beside you.

“Today is exhausting. I hope next week will be more eventful and not exhausting,” you groan into the cushions.

“Eventful? How eventful do you want it to be?” Aether asks, plopping down beside you on the couch.

You raise your head and see Aether looking at you with a cute smile. You let your head fall on the cushion and mumble something to yourself. You’re so tired, but you need to change out of your Akademiya uniform. But at the same time, you’re also not in the mood to get up and change into your pajamas. After the long meeting, you don’t want to do anything at all but sleep. Someone pokes you on your head. You look up and see Aether peering down at you.

“To answer your question, I’m not sure. I don’t want it to be a long meeting like today; it’s an exhausting day, especially after what happened with Mina,” you reply.

Aether pouts and pulls you up into his arms, cuddling with you while you lay there and accept his hugs and cuddles. You close your eyes and throw your arms around his slim waist, nuzzling your head against his chest. Aether chuckles and scratches the back of your head, making you hum with contentment.

“Oh, dear. What happened with Mina?” Thoma asks.

“When Al Haitham said my name, Mina answered to my name also, but she came up with the excuse that [Y/N] and Mina rhyme,” you huff, burying your face into Aether’s chest.

You feel Aether jolt beneath you at your response. You look up to see Aether furrowing his eyebrows while brushing his messy blond hair away from his face. You lay your head against his chest and listen to his heart beating against his chest.

“Not only that happened, but the four of them also had to witness Mina’s strange behavior. The strangest reaction I got from her was me talking about graduating early. She tried to discourage me from doing so even though I almost meet the requirements of graduating early,” you said, tracing small patterns on Aether’s stomach.

Xiao scoffs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep frown on his face. “What kind of person discourages their friends from achieving their goals?” Xiao mutters.

“You’d be surprised by the type of people that exists, Xiao,” Itto says, plopping down on the couch where you and Aether are sitting and lying down behind you, sandwiching you between him and Aether. Itto grabs you by your waist and pulls you over to him, laying you on top of him while he massages your scalp with his long nails. You hum in delight and burrow your face into Itto’s neck while Aether glares at Itto, getting off the couch while muttering under his breath.

“I have a bad feeling about Mina. If she reacted this way and is mimicking everything [Y/N] has and does, then there’s a chance she might take it further,” Ayato mutters, shaking his head.

Venti looks at Ayato warily. “What do you mean by that?” Venti asks.

“Let’s not talk about Mina right now. Just thinking about her and the things she’s doing to be like me makes me feel very unsettled,” you shiver. You roll off of Itto and stretch your arms in the air with a yawn. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower and change into my pajamas. Maybe I’ll take a nap or something! It’s been a long day, and I can use a nap,” you said, glancing around to search for the clock to see what time it was.

“We’ll wake you up when it’s almost time for dinner,” Baizhu says, ruffling your hair as you walk by them.

You nod and walk up the stairs to your bedroom. You took a shower, changed into your pajamas, and collapsed on your bed. You were too lazy to dry your hair, and quite frankly, you’re somewhat prepared for the scolding of a lifetime from the men for not drying your hair mainly because you’re too tired to think about the consequences— which there is none other than them scolding you about it.

The first thing you wake up to is, “[Y/N]! Did you not dry your hair again!? Your pillow case is wet!” Diluc scolds you.

You crack your eyes open and look over where Diluc’s voice is coming from. You lift your head and slowly sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You turn to look at your pillow and see that your pillowcase is wet from your hair. You reach for your hair and touch it; it’s still damp, maybe a little bit drier than it was before you went to take a nap.

“We’re scolding them the minute they wake up from their nap?” Kaeya asks, smirking at Diluc from the doorway.

You slowly get out of your bed and walk over to your dresser and grab your brush. “I was too tired to dry my hair before taking a nap. Can you blame me?” You mutter, brushing your wet hair with the brush. You close your eyes and lean against the dresser, resting your chin on the top of the dresser, and yawn.

“How tired are you?” Scaramouche asks.

You let out another yawn. “Really tired, and it’s annoying,” you mumble. “I think I’m even more tired than I was after I fainted while going to the Akademiya’s infirmary a while ago.”

“We’ll have Baizhu and Dottore check up on you after dinner. How does that sound?” Heizou asks, peeking his head into your bedroom.

You nod your head. “Fine by me,” you mutter. You open your eyes and place the brush back on the dresser, and slowly walk over to where the men are standing. “I’m assuming dinner is ready. I can smell the food,” you said, rubbing your tired eyes with your fist.

“And you are correct! Now, let’s go downstairs and eat!” Gorou says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him.

“Hold on for a second. Before any of you can eat dinner, [Y/N] needs to dry their hair,” Dainsleif says, stopping in front of you and Gorou.

You and Gorou nearly walk into Dainsleif’s chest; Gorou stops abruptly, causing you to walk into his back. You groan and turn around to go back to your bedroom to blow dry your hair. So much for coming downstairs on time for dinner. Now here you are, walking to the bathroom to turn on the hair dryer to dry your damp hair. Maybe after dinner, you’ll change your pillowcase— if there are any pillowcases available until you wash and dry the wet pillowcase.

A few days later, you and the men strut into the Akademiya. Today is the day when you’re holding a grand presentation in front of the higher-ups in the Akademiya since the presentation is part of your big research project with Al Haitham, Tighnari, Cyno, and Kaveh. You’re walking to the auditorium where the presentation is being held; you’re holding a box that is stacked on top of each other while the men walk beside you and behind you.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to hold that for you?” Zhongli sighs.

You nod your head. “I’m sure, Zhongli! It’s not like I’m going to drop it or anything,” you said, peeking from behind the box to make sure you were not walking into someone.

“The boxes are obscuring your vision, dove. At least let us take some of the boxes so you’d be able to see your path,” Kazuha says softly.

You stop in your tracks and nod. “Alright, since you all insisted. Grab some of the boxes,” you said, turning to the men.

Kazuha, Zhongli, and Albedo grab the three boxes stacked on top of the one you’re holding onto. Before you can say anything, Childe takes the box out of your hand and pats your head with a smile on his face.

“I know you wanted to carry this box, but I want to be a good boyfriend and take this box out of your hands. You don’t need to carry anything heavy as long as we’re around,” Childe proudly says.

You sigh in defeat and comply. You all continue walking to the auditorium to prepare for your big presentation in front of the Akademiya. You’re not much of a public speaker, but with Kaveh, Cyno, Al Haitham, and Tighnari assisting you in your presentation, you think it should go smoothly. Or, at least, you hope it does.

“Remember, if you lose your train of thought during the presentation, you needn’t worry. I’m sure Al Haitham, Tighnari, Cyno, and Kaveh can continue that part of the presentation,” Albedo says.

“I hope everything goes smoothly and nothing ends up going down south,” you murmur.

You look down at the clipboard in your hands and go through your to-do list to ensure you didn’t leave anything out before the presentation. While you’re wearing formal wear, you’re wearing it beneath your Akademiya uniform. It’s a big presentation for your ongoing research project. Therefore, you need to look presentable for the stage. You flip through the clipboard and go over the notes with the four men involved in your research project.

You all approach the auditorium; you push through the large wooden doors and walk down to the stage of the auditorium. You notice Mina standing on the stage, talking to one of the Akademiya professors. It looks like she was arguing with them, almost. You and the men trade looks with each other and slowly walk up the stage.

“You are not the presenter, Mina. I find it disrespectful of you to pull this kind of stunt!” The Akademiya professor hisses, glaring daggers at the girl in front of him.

“But Professor Rahal—”

“I apologize for interrupting you two, but what is going on?” You speak up.

Mina freezes in her spot. Professor Rahal gives Mina a look, crossing his arms over his chest. You hear Mina take a shaky breath and slowly turn to face you. Your eyes widen, and the clipboard in your hands falls and clatters loudly on the stage floor.

“Mina? Why do you have my face?” You whisper, your hands trembling in front of you.

Dottore narrows his eyes at Mina. “How did you achieve such a thing?” Dottore mutters.

“You weren’t kidding when you said that Mina is trying to be you,” Pantalone says, glaring at the girl in front of him.

“She really takes the word copycat to another level. Not only did she want to be like you, but she also wanted to be you. Literally,” Itto says, looking at Mina, appalled.

You let out a fake laugh and clenched your hands into fists. “Listen, I have an important presentation starting in about,” you look over at the clock, “fifteen minutes. I do not have the time to deal with your shenanigans, Mina,” you stated.

“Care to explain why you want to look like [Y/N]? It’s weird to have someone you once considered a friend trying to take your life and identity,” Diluc spats, glaring at Mina.

You shake your head and turn to the men. “Can we get her out of here? I don’t have the time or the patience to deal with someone wanting to be me,” you rub your temples with a frustrated sigh.

“How did you manage to steal [Y/N]’s face and make it your own? Not only is it creepy, but it’s strange for you to want to be [Y/N],” Albedo says, frowning at Mina.

Mina laughs softly and brushes her hair off her shoulders. It’s almost like she’s proud of what she has done. Seeing her laugh off Albedo’s question and brushing her hair from her shoulders smugly makes you want to stomp over to her and rip your face off of her face. Does she not have any shame for wanting to be you? It’s weird and creepy. Some people will find it flattering because, “oh, they’re a fan of mine. Therefore, they want to be me by mimicking everything I do and mimic my appearance!” kind of deal. But it’s weird and disturbing.

“It’s pretty easy, actually. When you know alchemists who can easily transform your appearance, you can do anything you want. But in my case, be anyone I want to be,” Mina says nonchalantly.

“I’m going to fight her,” you deadpan.

“[Y/N], don’t. You have a presentation in ten minutes,” Aether says, shaking his head.

You shake your head. “I’m going to fight Mina whether you all like it or not. Identity theft is not a joke, Jim!” You exclaim.

You take your beret off, hand it to the closest person near you, and take your Akademiya uniform off.

Cyno leans to Al Haitham. “Who’s Jim?”

Al Haitham shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t ask me. I’m just as clueless as you are,” Al Haitham sighs.

Childe places his hand on your shoulders and shakes his head. “As much as I find it sexy that you want to pummel someone to the ground, I don’t want you to get expelled from the Akademiya and ruin your future because of little miss copycat,” Childe says, putting the Akademiya uniform back on you along with the beret on your head.

You let out a sharp exhale and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Then what am I going to do with Mina? She has my face and is doing everything to be me,” you glowered, glaring over at Mina, who feigns innocence.

“What you do is start and continue with the presentation, and I will take her to the Grand Sage. She not only tries to impersonate another Akademiya student, but she also tried to falsify documents under your name,” Professor Rahal states.

He grabs Mina by her biceps and starts to drag her off the stage while she tries to get out of his grasp, cursing and screaming at the top of her lungs about how she’s being treated unfairly. You let out a shaky sigh and pressed your forehead against Al Haitham’s chest, trying to calm your racing mind.

“After the presentation, I’m going to search for Mina, and I’m going to beat her ass behind the Akademiya building for trying to impersonate me,” You mutter.

“Hey, we’re not stopping you. The only reason why we stopped you a moment ago was that an Akademiya worker was present, and we do not want you to get in trouble before your important presentation,” Tighnari says, walking up to you and Al Haitham.

You slowly sink to the ground and hug your legs to your chest. Even though Mina is facing repercussions for trying to impersonate you and copying everything you do, you still can’t shake the uncomfortable feeling off you. At first, you thought Mina intended to be your friend at the Akademiya, but you were wrong. She watched your every move, studied you closely, and got close to you just so she could complete her agenda of impersonating you.

“What’s that one thing that the people in your world say again?” Scaramouche asks, stroking his chin.

“What? Someone that is obsessed with them and keeps tabs on the person they’re obsessed with?” Ayato guesses.

Scaramouche nods his head.

“Fan behavior,” Heizou pipes up.

“Personally, I wouldn’t call that fan behavior. It’s weird and unsettling for Mina to go to an alchemist to steal [Y/N]’s face,” Kaveh huffs, crossing his arms over his chest with a glare.

“Looks like people are starting to show up to the presentation,” Thoma murmurs, turning his head to the entrance of the auditorium, watching scholars slowly trickling into the auditorium.

You stand up and dust your Akademiya uniform off, adjusting the beret on your head. “Let’s get this over with, so I can beat Mina’s ass after,” you grumble.

Venti walks over to you and places his hand on your shoulders. “Focus on your presentation. Do not let Mina occupy your thoughts while you’re presenting your research. She’s not worth your time right now. This is your project, and you need to focus. If you don’t, then Mina will win,” Venti says.

“You got this, [Y/N]. We know you do!” Gorou says, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Do well on this presentation for yourself, not as a gotcha moment to rub it in Mina’s face. You can rub it in her face after, but this presentation is for you and only you,” Baizhu says, stroking your cheek with a gentle smile on his face.

You give Baizhu a weak smile and nod. The men walk off the stage and sit in the front row while you, Al Haitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, and Cyno remain on stage. You pick the clipboard off the ground and flip through it one last time before turning to the others and signaling to let them know you’re ready to start the presentation.

Your presentation is about replicating and rebuilding the ruins. While it’s not your specific area of expertise, it is part of a project you’re assisting Kaveh in. You’re hoping that the presentation goes well and that you won’t have a single thought about Mina while presenting. After all, you are going to have a little chat with her after the presentation if she’s not kicked out of the Akademiya yet for an attempt of impersonation.

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The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №12

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

I thought the inspiration had run out, but no! I am so glad about this fact! Glad that I have the strength to continue drawing and writing the story.

At work, I often have to work overtime, so after the shift, there is only time to eat and sleep. There is hardly any time for researching the wiki and drawing. It doesn't sound very good, but the work itself is not difficult, and I will have money to live 🤷‍♀️

I have read quite a few levels recently. I see that a lot has changed since the last time I was interested in this topic.

I continue my experiment with marking the test from the perspective of different characters =)

Level 5 was not bad. In the sense that it was still a place of indefinite size with a random set of rooms. But they were all getting used to liminal spaces, and the elegant expensive furniture and designer interiors pleased the eye. Especially after the faceless rooms of the previous levels. The only thing that was not pleasing was the presence of people nearby. They were not visible, but the mere thought of them did not allow relaxation.

🌙 For Nightmare, this place was valuable as the first convenient crossroads level. He also hoped to meet the Society of the Lost Hall, as mentioned in the knowledge base. This meeting could bring interesting information if Nightmare could interest them in something. But at the same time, he did not want to encounter the local devil. This meeting did not bode well for his wards. It remained to be hoped that the creature only visited semi-mad loners (Nightmare looked at the thread that made his team part of Error in the eyes of the Backrooms, and calculated the overall level of sanity that resulted. The result was not dismal. He had everything under control).

It also became evident that this world leaves its mark on his wards. They changed in the same way as Nightmare. Gradually. Almost imperceptibly. He tried to ensure that this did not harm their common goal. Indeed, in Dust's case, these changes turned out to be positive and did not cause concern (Nightmare feared that Dust might return to babbling with hallucinations). Moreover, Deathmoth met often and was intelligent enough to slightly fuel Nightmare's negativity. Insects did not possess strong emotions, but they were easily provoked by external influences.

🦴Dast felt a strong fatigue and fell asleep the moment he sat in one of the comfortable soft chairs. The insects snuffling under his clothes no longer bothered him at all, and the tickle of their legs became pleasant and comforting. Butterflies peacefully floated above his head, flying into his skull like dreams.

Rest had a good effect on his morale, awakening hunger. Dust realized how irregularly he had been eating. This explained his profound exhaustion and weakness. Due to stress, he had not been listening to his body's needs and had been hungry for quite a while.

Horror generously made him a sandwich, and Killer (who also had a sandwich in his hands) shared a handful of sweet Flowey Seeds. Dust hadn't felt this good in a long time. But looking at the Almond Water still made him nauseous. He drank very little, giving the remaining liquid to Deathmoth, who followed him in a pack.

The fur at the base of moth wings resembled cat fur. Dust indulged himself in running his fingers carefully over it.

⛔Error decided to delve into studying the code surrounding him. If on the early levels the code didn't seem too complex (was it a warm-up?), now it seemed that some parts became inaccessible to him: links led to empty memory cells, variable values were taken from nowhere and unpredictable changed within loops (it didn't look functional). Understanding what was happening became more difficult. It required focus.

Engrossed, Error didn't immediately notice the danger. At first, it seemed as if someone had touched him. He was already preparing to erupt in anger when he realized that no one was nearby. It wasn't "Someone," but "Something." Another strange impulse passed through space, brushing against the scattered blue strings in the surrounding area. Nightmare seemed to have felt it too, judging by the ripples on his liquid covering and his wary gaze. Error sent more strings around the room (he snapped at the others' attempts to find out what he was doing. The group immediately became wary, and Horror woke up Cross), trying to gather more data on the vector of this impulse. It felt like a growing wind, but it didn't interact directly with objects. The same sensation can be felt during a rapid descent. A tickling sensation in the gut.

When he opened the code editor, something strange was happening with the coordinates (not that these constants were in order before). Right before his eyes, an unknown programmer was creating a loop to calculate the equation for... Wow. Right now, another space was passing through their room. Or rather, not even the room, but one of the points on its plane. Like an infinite silk scarf through a small silver ring. And this point was moving, expanding, as if an invisible tornado (actually an invitation). Theoretically, this should move everything it touches to another place, but the objects in level 5 space remained in place. Several blue strings snapped.

Before Error could warn the others about the danger (you're exaggerating), he fell into a ...0%...

🪓Horror saw Error go into a reboot, typical for transitioning to another level, and managed to grab onto his black jacket. Then his damaged skull rang from hitting the white floor. The Destroyer crashed into his chest a moment later. Cross screamed in surprise nearby, and Dust cursed. Killer behaved fairly quietly, although something loudly cracked after his fall (it's not bones, is it? God, please, no). Horror tried to turn his head to check, but shut down.

⚔️ Cross, perhaps for the first time during his entire stay in the Backrooms, managed to find a comfortable place to sleep. Previously, he always had to sleep on the bare floor or leaning against Horror's massive figure, which was warm and didn't mind frequent tactile contact.

When his rest was interrupted, he had too little time to grasp the situation. He noticed the tense Nightmare and Horror next to Error. In the next second, something seemed to drag him through a bottle neck (the short path felt similar). He plummeted down like a cannonball.

Cross gathered himself and thanks to this, landed on his feet. In contrast to the rest of the group.

Horror fell quite awkwardly, pinned down by the unconscious Error. Cross hurried to drag the Destroyer away and inspect his friend. But everything seemed fine, no serious injuries. His damaged skull hadn't shattered further, even his HP was almost full, just a couple of scratches and bruises. Cross turned to see the others.

Nightmare was found in the distance, looking disoriented. His outlines seemed blurry, and he slumped against the wall (is he in pain?). But as soon as the Keeper of Negativity caught someone else's gaze, he straightened up and quickly assumed a composed demeanor.

🔪Killer fell onto one of the Deathmoths accompanying Dust. Its chitinous wings cracked loudly and finally detached, with several legs bent in the opposite direction. The insect thrashed in agony, and there was little that could help it. The skeleton itself was unharmed and contemplatively watched its "safety cushion." Dust tensely froze, watching the injured butterfly. But before he could come to any decision, the Killer's knife plunged into the Deathmoth, instantly ending its suffering.

Dust was definitely ready to kill him (too bad he held back). Well, that will make the Killer's life more interesting until Dusty cools down. It used to be difficult to provoke him into a fight, but if the lives of a couple of butterflies allow him to capture his attention... the Killer will consider this option in the future. It's interesting, will their group find any more Strange equipment? That would be nice. It seems these items allow for some amusing tricks.

Nevertheless, Dust took the lifeless body of the insect. Was he going to bury it?

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The group allowed themselves to stay in place until all of them regained consciousness, and then moved forward. Mostly, they encountered empty white corridors with occasional locked passages leading to laboratories and production areas. According to the records, they were on level 15. And it was unpleasant. There were no clear exits on this level, and the way they got here was hard to describe as... reproducible. Seriously, what the hell?

One of the laboratories was open. Inside, there was futuristic medical equipment that Dust immediately tried to use. Surprisingly, it worked! The dead insect came back to life, but its coloration changed (these colors triggered unpleasant memories).

The next significant event was the appearance of a human.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

#bad sanses #cross sans #dust sans #error sans #horror sans #killer sans #nightmare sans #the backrooms #au #undertale au #bad guys in backrooms #bad sans gang #art #undertale #utmv #level 15

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elitadream · 7 months

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Okay, counterpoint to the whole "Bowser would neglect basic human necessities while in Mario's body" idea: he tries to do that for like two-three days and then is just on the verge of collapse until he passes out in the middle of plotting something. No need to assemble an army to stop him - he just passed out in the castle foyer.

I mean. Picture this. He sits down at a desk after running around all day and not sleeping the night before and skipping breakfast, getting a headache from dehydration and feeling nauseous from hunger and probably nodding off, and he's just - *ignoring* all that? Nah, whether or not he wants to slow down, he's gonna have to take breaks or he'll suffer.

Though it could be oddly comical if Bowser doesn't actually need to eat/drink/sleep all that often and so he's legitimately just going about his business like normal, wondering why everything seems so much harder to do than normal. "I only need to eat twice a month - why am I hungry? How often do humans eat? Wait - three times a day?!"

...okay I'm just rambling now. I like seeing your posts about this AU. It's a cool idea, and I love your artwork!

Right! 😆 It would only be fair to assume that things such as a lack of food and sleep aren't felt the same way in a different body (especially if we imagine Bowser as normally being extremely resistant that way), and so him accidentally sabotaging himself by essentially starving and exhausting his vessel to abject degrees could very well happen in this concept!

Something that I think could really make this work, and which I've thought about thanks to both @mrspockify and @kymbird's inquiries, is the idea that Bowser wouldn't feel anything while in Mario's body. 👀 No fatigue, no hunger, no pain. Like putting on a costume, or piloting a vehicle using a remote control. He would hardly notice those signs, and less even care because it wouldn't directly affect him.

The only one who it would gravely affect is Mario once he would finally get his body back. 😣

#asks #mario #bowser #body swap #personal concept #headcanon #thoughts and ramblings

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🌹💙 Eclipse (Part 3/8)

Part 1: Angel

Part 2: Nauseous

Deep inside my broken mind

I am haunted by the things I find

It was late the next morning that Hajoon woke up. He wished it was like it happened in the books he liked to read – the protagonist waking up after a traumatic event or whatever and just having a moment of peace before they remembered.

Hajoon didn’t have the luxury. The moment he opened his eyes, his swollen and hurting eyes, he remembered.

His alarm clock – the only source of light in his pitch-black room – read nearly twelve pm. He laid there, not sure what to do. Get up and act like he hadn’t heard them, like his heart wasn’t broken? Or should he just stay lying down and avoid them? He wasn’t sure he could even look them in the eyes after last night.

Hearing his members, his friends, talk about him like that was crushing. He had assumed they were okay. He had assumed they loved him as much as he loved them. He wondered how long this secret distain had been going on.

Had it been from the start? Had they been secretly thinking he was not good enough since the beginning and just used him as a chance to debut? Or had it been later? Hajoon knew he was not the most likable person. He could be needy, had troubles speaking up for himself, had never managed to grasp the English language like Jaehyeong had.

Hajoon really couldn’t fault his members for hating him.

A knock on his door made him freeze. Shit, he truly didn’t want to deal with them. The door opened a bit despite the silence and Hajoon closed his eyes, hoping that maybe he was in luck and whoever came in just left, thinking he was asleep. Of course he was out of luck.

Woosung – he could immediately tell from the light footsteps – flicked on the light, walked up towards him and sighed. Was he angry that Hajoon was still in bed? But they didn’t have any schedules, did they? Then a careful hand came to stroke his hair away from his forehead and the leader whispered: “Hajoon-ah, time to wake up.”

Hajoon couldn’t pretend any longer. He was normally a light sleeper and he knew Woosung would know something was up or know he was faking if he didn’t wake up. So he slowly blinked open his eyes, faking yawning which turned into real yawning.

“Good morning, baby”, Woosung greeted him with his typical smile, “there you are. How are you feeling today?” Why was he faking this concern? Hajoon didn’t understand.

“You slept like twelve hours straight, we were getting worried”, Woosung continued oblivious to Hajoon’s inner struggle, “you must be really exhausted, huh?”

Hajoon nodded, dumbfounded. He was exhausted. His stomach growled and he realized that he hadn’t eaten in close to twenty-four hours. Woosung grinned a bit at the sound.

“You’re still really sleepy. That’s okay”, Woosung added, still stroking Hajoon’s hair, “yesterday really took you out, hm? We wanted to go out and get something to eat, maybe even go up to Namsam Tower. If you’re not up to that, we can stay in too.”

What was he supposed to say? He was hungry but going through half the city and being forced to watch the trio interact sounded terrible. Forcing them to stay in was also not an option – it seemed like they really wanted to have fun together with their plans (their plans he wasn’t asked his opinion about). Maybe he could convince them to go without him.

And it creeps on me like a sunrise

And it swallows me into black skies

“Hyung, I think I’m getting a migraine”, Hajoon whispered, “I’ll stay here but you can go out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well. That was all a bit too much information for you just now, baby? Hyung is sorry. How about we all stay in and we go out on a different day?”, the leader suggested, sounding worried.

But he got up and left. Hajoon wasn’t sure if he was happy about it or not. Then the overhead light was turned off and Woosung returned to his bedside with the glow of his phone-screen. Oh. His hyung had just flicked off the light, knowing it would bother Hajoon (if he actually had a migraine).

Hajoon felt overwhelmed. This sweet, kind hyung was not the hard leader from last night. He didn’t understand the two versions of Woosung – the one who would make sure that Hajoon was comfortable and the one who wanted to get rid of him. It didn’t make any sense!

“Better?”, Woosung asked. Hajoon whispered back a small “yes”.

“What do you need? Medication, bucket, icepack?”, the leader continued.

“I … not right now. It’s not bad yet, I just want it to not get worse. Please, I just wanna sleep. You three go out and enjoy.”

“But, baby”, Woosung protested, smoothing the blanket over Hajoon’s shoulder, “we want to go out as a group. We’d miss you. Let us stay here and take care of you today and when you’re better we’ll go.”

We’d miss you. If Hajoon hadn’t felt so miserable and confused he would have laughed. Miss him? Hajoon? On a few hours trip when they actually didn’t want him in the group anymore? The lie was as ridiculous as it was sad.

Take me to the dark

Take me to my sorrows

“I’ll just sleep, hyung”, Hajoon tried to explain, “if you all stay here, you’d have to be quiet. Have you met yourself and Leo? He can’t even be silent in sleep. Go out and enjoy, I would feel really bad for ruining your plans.”

“I… okay”, Woosung gave in. “We’ll put the medication on your bedside table and set down a bucket just in case. Let me set your phone to the lowest light setting, here we go. Promise to call us or the manager if you need help?”

“Yes, hyung”, Hajoon agreed, relieved that Woosung had seen reason. But was it so easy to force the group away? He knew it was hypocritical to think this way after all he wanted them gone: But was it so easy to leave him behind? Apparently so.

Hajoon closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the others getting ready. At one point Jaehyeong came in and put down the medication and a glass of water as promised. A small thud had Hajoon think he probably had placed a bucket on the floor as well. Why did Jaehyeong care so much?

“Feel better, Joon-ah”, Jaehyeong whispered in his soft, comforting voice, despite believing Hajoon was asleep. Hajoon was glad for the darkness that hid his tears.

He didn’t fucking understand.

If they hated him, thought he was a bad drummer and friend … why didn’t they just fucking kick him out? What were they waiting for? Were they scared of the bad publicity? Did they want him to realise himself? But why act so nice to him then?

And the shadows

I’ll face it

Even days later Hajoon didn’t understand. It nearly drove him crazy.

His members were still just as kind and caring towards him, just like always. But he noticed now that the others started doing stuff on their own, leaving Hajoon out. Of course he was still asked to join them for group activities. Hajoon barely felt like he could face them even when at work. At least there he could pretend like they wanted or at least needed him. But spending time together in private? That sounded like a terrible idea. He didn’t know why they were asking him when they clearly couldn’t care less about him.

It was nearly a week after the concert that Hajoon woke up to an empty house after a late afternoon nap that had stretched into the evening. He wasn’t included in their plans anymore.

He didn’t know if he felt better now that they were acting according to what he had heard or if seeing the words in action was worse. They must have agreed that they didn’t need to make an effort to pretend to want him. It hurt. But it was better that way.

Take me from the dark

Take me from my sorrows

Next chapter: Take Me Down

#hajoon series #kpop #the rose #hajoon #hajoon centric #hurt/comfort #songfic #angst #woosung #dojoon #jaehyeong #feeling insecure #insecure hajoon #lee hajoon #eclipse - the rose #part 3/8 #🌹#💙#🧚🏻‍♀️

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"Behind closed doors"

...yeah. This is a "The Confession of Ivan Goncharov" type of thing. Includes nausea/vomitting, nihilistc(?) views, suicidal thoughts, weight stuff, and overall disturbing things i guess! Sorry for this.

Written from his POV!!

"Why... am I alive?

I ask myself that question so much. Why am I alive? Why am I brought into existence and what is it I'm supposed to be doing? Am I supposed to be doing anything?

These kinds of things pop up in my head too often. I'll be doing paperwork or watching my customers gamble, and suddenly I wonder,

Why am I alive?

Why am I not dead yet?

I don't get it. I was just... put into existence. No past, no family, no friends. Just the clothes I had and my thoughts and feelings.

Everybody else has a purpose or a goal in life they want to achieve. Fyodor wants to rid the world of sin, Nikolai wants freedom, Bram wants... to sleep? It still counts. They all have it figured out.

All except me.

I don't know what I want. I want my customers to be safe, but that's about them. It's not about myself. It never is about myself. I worry myself sick for things that belong to me or are important to me, but I don't... care about myself at all. Not an ounce.

I wouldn't say I want to die. I keep myself alive. For my customers and for the casino... that's all I have. I wouldn't want people to grieve.

I wouldn't want them to grieve over a fraud.

But... if I think about it, I wouldn't mind if my life was cut short. If a car was about to run me over I don't know if I would move. I want to live- but I only do it for others. If I was truly alone and had nothing, then...

...

But that won't happen. It's all worth it. All the pain I go through is worth it.

But it hurts.

Sometimes the stress gets to me. Sometimes the exhaustion does, too. Sometimes I try cramping everything into my head and I forget. I hate it. I hate how my body has to be affected by the stress, too. I hate how I feel nauseous and sometimes end up throwing up because of it. I can't count how many times I had to pull myself together and clean up my messes so my workers don't worry about me. I can't count how many times I couldn't even clean anything because I ended up passing out due to my weak body.

Sometimes I don't want to take care of anything at all. I want to stay in bed and I want to rot away there. I want people to slowly forget about me so they don't have to worry. Sometimes I stay up all night doing nothing, and then the stress creeps up on me, but I'm still too tired. I'll get up and eat- but I always end up eating a lot when I'm stressed. I hate when that happens. Sometimes my anxiety makes my stomach churn and I lose my appetite. Only when I'm around people do I then realize how hungry I am. I end up losing weight without even trying.

I'm such a fraud. I'm just... pathetic. I'm not anything special, I'm just a mediocre man. What do people even see in me? My customers like a fake version of me. Something I constructed so people won't see me for the absolute pathetic excuse of a being I am. I have to keep it up.

I don't need help. Perfect people don't need help. I don't deserve help. I'll always be a dumb chess piece to mold and sculpt and use. Only 3 years have I lived and I've never felt safe in my entire life. I'll help others, of course- I'll have them cry on my shoulder, I'll listen, I'll comfort them.

I'll tell them words I need to hear myself.

I'll be sure to always say I'm fine if they ask. They don't need to know the truth. I have to make sure they feel okay.

I have to make them love me. I have to make them think I'm perfect, that I'm the best casino manager there is. All my life, the casino is all I've had. If I'm not perfect I should just die and rot away. I want other people to praise my work, to appreciate me, to feel protected and safe in my presence. Even if it means lying and suffering to get there.

But I want to be comforted, too. I hug my pillow at night and pretend it's someone else. I'll hold my own hand and, if I try for long enough, I'll start believing the hand is someone else. My problems aren't as bad as anyone else's- my life is great. I don't know why I complain. I don't deserve to have a chance to talk about myself or my feelings. Everyone else is dealing with horrible things and I just make everything dramatic to gain pity. I want someone to hold me and tell me I'll be okay but I don't want to burden anyone. I'm just a horrible person.

I'm just tired. So tired.

I have to cover my eyebags and any hint I'm not perfect all the time. Only behind closed doors can I break down.

Only behind closed doors."

-Kiji

P.S: If you ever feel like this, I totally get it. A lot of this is actually based off of my own views/feelings/experiences. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here.

Edited the text a bit, added some extra stuff- sorry if this is ooc, I projected a lot onto this!

#Only behind closed doors #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd sigma #sigma bsd #sigma #writing #depression #eating problems #suicide #suicidal thoughts #vent(?)#nausea #vomitting

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anna1306 · 1 year

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Dark interest

Masterlist

Part 12

"Can you not scream so loud, my head is pounding." David groaned. It was his fourth cigarette in the last ten minutes and not one of them even remotely helped him take his stress off. The other boys looked at him with suspicion. He didn't tell anything about why he was like that. But they all had strange things happening to them recently, clearly David wasn't an exclusion.

"I wasn't..." Marko whispered, even more confused and deflated. He didn't tell about his night experience as well, but even without being laughed at, he still was unsure of everything.

"You sure you don't want to tell us anything?" Dwayne carefully asked. David shot him almost annoyed look, and the brunette leaned back on the bench they sat on. It was of no use talking with him when he was like that. Paul went back and forth in front of them.

"We need to find them." He said suddenly.

"Who?" Marko looked at him questioningly, not understanding his friend's trail of thoughts.

"Y/N. All of this shit started after the party with them, they had to know something." There was silence for couple of seconds. Boys looked at their friend with different degree of confusion on their faces.

"You think they did something with our drinks?" Dwayne scoffed, shaking his head. "They had no reason to do that."

"We saw weird shit at their place. With spiders and other. Then this strange bottle with wine. And now every one of us are experiencing something not ordinary. What else am I supposed to think?!" Paul emotionally exclaimed, clearly frustrated with what was going on with them.

"Stop screaming..." David repeated, breathing in sharply. He was nervous beyond point, every noise, every shout made him paranoid. Especially if the noise was similar to police siren. More so, some hunger, pounding headache, anger and frustration was still lingering in him, making him not only nervous, but sick too. All of that was driving him nuts.

"They like us. If they wanted to poison us, we wouldn't speak now." Marko shot quick glance at David and spoke quieter. He didn't want to cause more discomfort to his friend.. "You don't make much sense, Paul."

"Then what is it?!" He stopped in his tracks, looking at the boys frustrated. "Why are we all experiencing the same thing?! Not sleeping in night, always hungry, always nauseous. If it's not them, then why?!" David interrupted him by jumping from his place and grabbing the collar of Paul's jacket. He lost his cigarette on his way, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

"I said. Stop screaming. Shut your hole before I break your fucking jaw!" He almost growled in his face. Paul got pale, looking at David. He looked frightened by him.

"Jesus Christ, David, your eyes!" Marko gasped. Dwayne didn't waste his time, he jumped into action, dragging David from Paul to the side. Platinum blonde boy growled something, but shivered, hiding his face behind hands. His figure looked exhausted.

"I don't fucking understand a thing..." He mumbled from behind his hands finally. Dwayne looked at Paul, who still stood frozen in one place.

"Neither do we..." The boy whispered at last, slowly lowering himself on the bench. Marko nervously looked at him, biting his lip. He looked between all of his friends with panic bubbling inside of him. He didn't know what to do, neither did they, but he didn't like that they argued with each other.

"Paul is right in one thing. We need to start from somewhere, and Y/N possibly could know something. I... I don't think it's simple lack of sleep that four of us have at the same time." He said quietly. Dwayne pursed his lips, staying near David, still worried about his state. The latter breathed out and lowered his hands.

"You are right. Sorry, headache is killing me." He said quietly as well. Brunette sighed at the sight of his distraught friends. And while his thoughts weren't rational, but this town was weird on its own.

"I heard about night demons. It's legends, but still..." Dwayne decided to share this finally, getting the attention of all the other boys.

"Night demons?" Paul repeated unsurely, tensing up a bit.

"Grandma told me about them. Night demons, feeding on people's lust and wrong thoughts. Coming in night, sleeping in day, as the sun is their death. I was told Santa-Carla is full of them and if I stray out of the reservation, they would eat me alive."

"She just scared you, so you wouldn't go away in the darkness as a kid." David shook his head, not even wishing to believe in it.

"But David, you have to admit, this is strange. I nearly bit a girl, and I am not into that. You... Way more aggressive than usual. Dwayne is... Stronger apparently. Marko didn't tell anything, but... All of the other symptoms are common for all four of us. Lack of sleep, constant hunger, unstable emotions e.c." Paul was interrupted by the shorter blonde putting the hand on his shoulder.

"Yesterday I... I flew up. Like to the ceiling. I panicked and... I think I heard someone in my head. But I'm not sure." Marko mumbled, glancing at Dwayne. He didn't know how the boys would react to it, but if they were being honest, he had to tell them the truth. Especially after hearing about "night demons".

"You were sleeping, it was just a dream." David tried to rationalize everything. Supernatural wasn't his favourite idea. He didn't believe in legends, though he liked listening to them. But... It couldn't happen to them. Marko jumped to his feet, anger quickly rising in his chest. His cheeks flushed, and he gritted his teeth.

"I am not sure about the voice, yes but I know what I did and I know what I saw!" Dwayne interrupted them, standing between them. He was exhausted too, he wanted to eat and curl at some safe space. But the boy didn't want his friends fighting each other.

"We can't be sure now what it was. Or if the legends are true. It can be just... Kids' horror stories. But it can be true also, we can't turn this version down. Many legends came from something real." He looked at David, who gritted his teeth. The boy rolled his eyes, being annoyed with his friends' persistence.

"David, your eyes changed colour. We all saw that. It is not our imagination!" Marko insisted stubbornly. David shook his head.

"So what, we need to believe some old legend? It is stupid! We are not some kids, whose moms are worried that they would get lost in the dark woods!" He still stood his ground, not bulging even one bit from his opinion.

"David. Something is happening. It's not something casual that can be treated in the hospital. It is something weird." Dwayne placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to persuade his friend. Arguement wasn't the best idea to solve their problem, he was sure. Apparently he was the only one who thought that way.

"Get lost!" David pushed his friend away, turning to walk away from them, as he was done with them. He had to clear his head before continuing this conversation. But after two steps he bumped into someone. He raised his eyes, ready to scream at the person who stood in his way, but from one look on the face - your face - he lost all of his fight.

"Easy there, kittycat." David glared at your figure. You were smiling slightly, looking at all of them. Paul tensed up, fidgeting with his own fingers nervously. "I was looking for you everywhere, where have you been?"

"We weren't feeling so good lately." Answered Dwayne calmly. He tried to understand your feelings about this. Tried to see if the legends could possibly be true. He wasn't good in reading people, but he tried to notice any hint of your reaction.

"Really? Oh no, what's happened?" You looked almost worried. Almost. Something in your face was different, a glint of satisfaction in your eyes. David carefully stepped back.

"Food poisoning. Probably bad wine." The idea came up in his mind almost immediately. You looked at him with offended pout.

"We have a good wine. It was probably... Snacks." You shrugged, offering another version. "Or something else you ate at home. Or nerves of your stressed life." Marko swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Did you... Not feel good too?" He carefully asked. If there had been something wrong with you, maybe it really was just food poisoning and they should stop with their crazy theories.

"Nah, I'm fine. Have a stomach of stone." You laughed, throwing your head back. The boys looked between each other. Even David could agree now that something here wasn't right. You were okay, they weren't. More so, you behaved like there was something more behind your words.

While they were stuck in their thoughts, you strolled to the bench, sitting near Paul and taking his hand in yours. You looked nonchalant, free and well. Like these past few days you really was okay and they were the only ones with the problems.

"What did you do?" David asked, starting to actually believe in irrational theories. "To us. It was you, don't deny it." You giggled, looking at him and visibly joying yourself.

"And what did I do exactly, darling?"

"You mixed something in the wine. Or snacks. Was it drugs?" You laughed at the accusation, bending over, but still clutching Paul's hand.

"Do I look that rich? For me to have some strong shit I have to be wealthy as hell. The worst thing I have is the joint. And I promised to Paul that there wouldn't be any in the cave that night, so no. I didn't drugged wine or food." You licked your lips, meeting David's glare calmly. He didn't intimidate you one bit.

"But it has to be you. Everything started with the party at your place." Marko now looked more confident. Your eyes longed at him for a minute. His confidence wavered under your stare, but something inside of him now was stronger, he felt strengths in himself to stand his ground and defend himself. So he just furrowed his brows, but didn't move.

"Why would I drug you? I like you, there is no point in me poisoning you." You tried to convince them again.

"To keep us in the cave longer?" Paul supposed, looking at you attentively. Your closeness to him made him more nervous. Especially after all the assumptions they made about you and after Dwayne's words about those night creatures. "You weren't glad we left early."

"Paul, if I wanted to keep you in the cave, I would just get naked." You scoffed, kissing his fingers, that you still held in your hand. He shivered, but against his own will felt a little bit at ease. "Don't fidget around too much, baby, it's too bad for your nerves."

"You turned us into something." Dwayne stated seriously, glaring the hole in you. You didn't look at him for some time, still concentrated on Paul. So he decided to provoke you. "Night demons..."

"Careful there." Your tone lowered, as your words flew out of your mouth faster than you expected. And even if you still had your smile on the face, your eyes darkened. Marko gulped, noticing the change of your demeanor, but Dwayne stood his ground. "I am not monster from your legends."

"Explain then. Explain everything that's going on with us." He demanded. You finally looked up at him. In one swift movement you stood from the bench, closing the gap between yourself and Dwayne. He breathed out, sensing the coldness of your body.

"I don't have to explain anything to you. But..." Your fingers ran across the naked skin of his chest near the leather jacket. Dwayne shivered at almost weightless, but still very... Noticeable touches, to say the least. "I can be the villain of your story, if you want me to, my prince. But this story won't have a happy ending then. And I don't want that, believe me. So don't tempt me." You warned him quietly. Every boy sensed something strange at that moment. They almost felt fear because of your calm tone. It was scarier than your cheery behaviour in this situation, strange events or wine they drank in the middle of nowhere.

"Y/N, look..." Marko started with shivering voice. He coughed, gathering his thoughts, but suddenly you looked to the side of him, scowling.

"If you have something to say, say it to my face!" You screamed. Paul flinched, looking in the same direction you stared and noticing a group of people. They were certainly surf nazis. And by the looks of it, they were discussing your little quarrel.

"We have nothing to say. Just watching some whore having troubles in its paradise of fags." The bold one laughed. But before Marko could get angry, before David would snap at them, you practically flew to the group. You grabbed the man by the throat, clutching your fingers tightly on his skin.

"You sure you don't want to take that back, fucker?" You asked in a calm tone.

"Hey, get off him!" His brave friend tried to push you, but you easily threw him away with a free hand. The boys could only watch in awe and horror as you slammed the head of the offender against the wall of some shop. And again. And again. On the fourth hit David finally got to you, grabbing your shoulder firmly.

"Enough, let them go!" You growled almost animal-like in response . "They got the point, let them be!" He got pulled away from you by Dwayne. Before he could throw him off to help you come to your senses, the boardwalk guard got to you first. He grabbed you in the headlock, pressing his baton against your neck.

"I told you you aren't allowed to fight or even enter Boardwalk!" He screamed, as you gripped the baton, struggling against his grip. The police siren suddenly broke the silense. David shivered, the events of previous night still being fresh in his mind. Even if part of him knew that police was coming probably because someone called them on you, he still couldn't shake off the thought of getting in trouble for what he did earlier. "You are with them?" Guard eyed the boys, only worsening David's paranoia.

"Seeing them for the first time, shithead." You hissed, trying to fight him and attracting his full attention. The police worked fast, getting to you and the guard in mere minutes. Paul pressed himself into David's side, not able to sit still on the bench, while Marko bit his thumb, trying to calm himself down. You glanced at them gloomily, when you were handcuffed. But at the last moment, right before you turned away, Dwayne noticed you winking at them.

For some time they didn't move. Everything happened so fast that all of them had to wrap their heads around it. Your appearance, your words, their strange reaction on you, your sudden anger...

"Well... That was definitely something." Summed up shocked Paul, breaking the silense. As if he was waken up from his dream, Dwayne hummed in agreement, going closer to the wall you were hitting the nazi against. Wounded boy got taken away several minutes ago, but the blood was still there. Brunette touched the wall, looking at his fingers, now tainted with crimson. He looked like he was in trance, bringing his hand to his face, but David grabbed his wrist before Dwayne could do anything and wiped the blood off the fingers with some old napkin.

"Let's get out of here." He said to all of his friends at once, looking straight in Dwayne's eyes while throwing away the napkin. None of them had any objection.

"Yeah, we heard about you causing ruckus at the Boardwalk every night. You are definitely going to serve some time." One officer scoffed, looking in the window. You laughed at that, shaking your head.

"It is such a shame you met me on my bad night, officers." One of them tried to look at you through the rearview mirror, but saw... Nothing. Shocked and horrified, he turned back to see your yellow eyes and wicked smirk. "Lucy will kill me for this..."

"WHAT THE..."

After all, what meant disappearance of another two people in the Murder capital of the world, right?

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montys-mortuary · 2 years

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Blasphemy (Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader)

A/N: so I feel compelled to write my first fic for our big gentle giant. I'm...not a good writer, but I'm gonna try because im self indulgent as HELL.

Also, I kiiiinda want to make this a Multi-part one, so lemme know if I should continue it on :)

TW: Blood, cursing, broken bones, Hoyt being yucky

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The hot Texas heat beating down on your shining skin slick with sweat was talking its toll on you. You had no idea just how long you'd been walking for, but you cursed under your breath as your feet ached with a low, dull pain. You had stopped your car at a gas station, trudging inside to escape the heat and ask for directions. You had been on a long, cross-state trip to see your family, hoping to make it there within the next few days.

You entered the shoddy looking shack, to find an older woman sitting behind the counter, smoke from her cigarette dancing upwards and clouding the already stale air with a ripe smell of niccotine.

"Eh...hey there..." you began hesitently.

"Do you know how far out I am from Arizona? I feel like im lost..."

She peered at you from behind her thick glasses, a scoff escaping her lips. The ash from her cigarette falls absent mindedly onto the dusty counter.

"Bout' a ways out from here." She said, speaking in a mono-toned, southern accent.

You waited for a more elaborated response, possibly containing an answer to your question, but nothing else came. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the lack of help and turned towards the door. Pushing past it, it let out a cringing creak, signifying the age and unkempt state of it.

Just as you had made your way outside, your eyes widened. There was a man sitting in the front seat of your car. Scruffy, sunburnt, and unkempt. He glanced over towards you, displaying a smile with absent teeth before crashing his foot down on the gas, speeding away from the station. In YOUR car.

You darted after him, nearly choking on the dry dirt that kicked up at the back of the wheels, waving your arms at him. You reached a few feet down the road when you stopped in the middle, watching hopelessly as your only means of transportation, your water, food, wallet, phone, money, and clothes were whisked away down the old texan dirt road.

Anger filled you and your blood boiled. You couldn't think of what to do.

"Hey, you fucking asshole!" You shrieked into the wind before your hands fell at your side and you stood there, the heat of the sun beating down on you. You had no other choice but to turn and stare in the way you were headed, and continue on foot. There was no way you could take a taxi out this far. You had no money and no phone. There wasnt much else you COULD do.

So here you were, exhausted, dehydrating, hungry. You felt dizzy and nauseous from the heat, and just when you felt like collapsing, the sudden whirr of a siren sounded behind you. You turned to see a Sherrifs car, and smiled weakly. The gods had answered your prayers. Surely the law enforcement around here would, at the very least, take you to the next town.

The sherrif opened the aged, rusted out door of the car, his feet slowly lifting him out. His boots made contact with the ground, causing the pieces of gravel under them to crunch. He stood by the car for a moment, hands on his belt, looking you up and down before spitting out a deep-brown coloured glob of spit onto the dirt. He walked over to you slowly, hands remining where they are.

"Whats a pretty young thing like yourself doing out here?" He said, chewing on tobacco like a cow chews cud.

You hesitated, then explained your situation. "I-I was at that gas station back there, and some...fucking maniac car-jacked me!" The frustration in your voice was apparent.

He nodded along with your words, looking you up and down one final time before smiling slightly.

"Well girly, if you need a lift to the next town over, I'd be happy to oblige." He grinned, tipping his tan hat towards you. You sighed in relief, thanking him profusely while walking over to the passenger door.

"Where was it you're headed?" He asked from behind. You turned to answer him, only for you to be able to shriek once as an old rusted hammer he had hidden connects with your left shoulder. You collapse to the ground, gripping your fresh wound, gritting your teeth. You looked up at him, shocked at the sudden attack. He stood over you, a dark, menacing grin on his face. He spins the weapon in his hand so that the back of the hammer faces you. He brings it down and it cracks into the back of your calf, fresh, chrimson blood pouring from the gaping wound. You scream out as he pounds down on your calf a few more times, hearing the sickening crack of bone with the last blow.

You attempt to crawl away from him, a thick trail of blood following you. He chuckles darkly, crouching over your crumpled form.

"Nothing personal, sweetheart, but a family's gotta eat!"

You turned back to him, holding your hand up weakly in defence as one final blow of the blunt end of the hammer comes crashing down on your head, allowing darkness to envelop you.

#thomas brown hewitt x reader #tommy hewitt #the texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #slasher #leatherface #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #slasher smut #slow burn #haha what is writing #part 2 tho?

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danielnelsen · 26 days

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i’m feeling completely abysmal today, couldn’t be much worse really. extreme exhaustion, various random pains, too restless to sleep, feel like my brain is made of goop, etc

and dad has an amateur radio competition on for 48 hours so i’m just sitting here listening to his repeat his callsign and random numbers over and over and over and over all day and it’s driving me fucking insane. i can’t handle it and it’s less than 12 hours into the competition.

and the dogs are restless and kinda upset because they haven’t got to spend any time with him today and i CANNOT deal with them with how i’m feeling.

so i can’t use the computer because i can’t be in the same room as dad and i can’t sit in the living room because i can’t be in the same room as the dogs. i don’t want to sit in my room because not sleeping will stress me out too much. what am i supposed to dooooo

and i’m so hungry but don’t have the energy to cook anything so i was really looking forward to dinner because dad was meant to make something, but then he said he wouldn’t because he’s doing the competition, which is fair but also just not what the plan was, so now i’ve got no food and im too nauseous to eat something that im not actually excited to eat

there are also people a few houses away having a massive party which is doing my head in. not their fault, it’s easter weekend, but i’m losing my mind and it’s also making the dogs bark more gahhhhhhhhh

#personal #just need a bit of a rant because i’m Suffering today #i don’t wanna have to keep taking meds to sleep but i might have to today because this is way too much

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Mpreg Jungkook has morning sickness and can't eat in daytime but at night he's hungry and has the most random cravings, which he brings back up again the next day. It's a vicious cycle that he struggles with and taehyung tries to help him with it

— Craving Sickness —

a.n : wow .. you guys always have the cutest and amazing prompts ...... 🫂🥲 i hope i do justice to this one, anon, thank you for requesting !

tw : mpreg

Taehyung bites his lips, staring at the closed door in front of him so intently—as if by doing that he can magically break or push the door down.

"Uuurrkk—", He grimaces, shutting his eyes as the sound of his husband retching, comes into his ears again—his reason for having this staring contest with the door as Jungkook didn't let him in. The sound is sickening. And Taehyung hates that he can't help anything—just being useless here, with Tannie on his arms, while listening to Jungkook vomiting. When he can do much better ! like rubbing his back or hold his hair or .. anything else !!

Taehyung sighs, turning around to sit on the couch as he realizes that his husband is nowhere close to finishing. The sound of gagging, retching, and vomit pouring to the toilet is still so intense—a little break in between, like it didn't even give time for Jungkook to breath.

"Tannie ..", he murmurs, burying his nose to his son's furs to tuned out Jungkook. He hates hearing or seeing him sick. He hates how morning sickness makes his baby suffering so much—he barely can keep anything down, not even his favorite food down ! And Jungkook loves eating ! It's not fair ! It's not fair to see the younger had to run to the bathroom only an hour or even minutes after eating something, or waking up super early just to throw up.

Pregnancy is evil.

"Hyung .."

Taehyung jolts on his seat, too drowned in his thought to not realized that Jungkook is done. He puts Tannie down, and the dog immediately waddles to the younger, circling around his ankles. But Jungkook is too exhausted, as he ignores the fur ball and going straight to the couch, still sniffling and still has this tears latching on his cheeks. Taehyung coos, immediately tugs him closer to rest his body to his chest, and wipes the tears, "Feeling better?"

Jungkook hums. "It was your pancake last night hyung .. everything comes out again", he sadly murmurs.

Taehyung hums understandingly. Even his heart breaks a little—remembering his ecapades through any bakery that still open at 1 AM to get that. And Jungkook ate that happily too. But it can't last as well, apparently. This was a cycle actually—yesterday it was burger along with it's milkshakes, 2 days ago it was tuna gimbap. But everything ends up the same, in the toilet, the day after.

"It's okay .. maybe our baby hates pancakes", Taehyung assures. "Let me get you water, or tea?"

"Water .. sweet making me nauseous"

Taehyung ruffles his hair, before standing up to get the water, and few salty crackers they have stocked. "Remember the doctor said? A little. You need to eat a little, but continuously to keep your stomach filled", Taehyung always chants, and Jungkook always comply—even he starts to get sick with the taste of crackers. But he has no choice, as nothing else staying down.

"I'm sorry hyung ...", Jungkook mumbles. Everytime. Every day.

Taehyung sighs, brushing the younger dampen hair with his hand, "You always said this, but you know what am i going to say, right? You are not at fault. You just happen to have cravings and morning sickness. It's okay"

"But .. you had put an effort to prepare those and i always throw it back up like i—", Jungkook starts to hiccups as tears welled up in his doe eyes. He blinks, and it falls—trailing the earlier path. Taehyung quicks to pads his thumbs against it, "Sshh ... no crying, love, happy thoughts !", he reminds him. "We will find a way to make your morning sickness lessen, okay? So you can have cravings to your heart content and not throwing it up"

"H-how?", Jungkook chokes out.

Taehyung shrugs, "I will search for it later"

***

"Taehyung"

There it is. Taehyung looks up from his phone. 11 PM. Earlier than usual, he thoughts. "What is it, love?", he asks, propped his arms to face his husband that curled beside him. "Ramyeon ... i want ramyeon"

Taehyung cocked his eyebrows. That's too .. simple. "Just that?", he confirms. Jungkook nods, "With cheese and egg .. sounds nice"

Taehyung racked his brains, and found himself sighing in relief when he remembers they have egg and cheese in the fridge. He doesn't have to leave the comfort of his house to get it.

"But you will throw it up later, you sure?"

Jungkook pouts, "Well .. i know, but i want it hyung", he mumbles, rubbing his little bump slowly—Taehyung sighs, knowing that it's just his little tricks because Jungkook knows how weak Taehyung is for him—"And i'm hungry .. i threw up the dinner, remember?"

"You will throw up this one too"

"But i want it!", Jungkook puffs out his cheeks, "Please? Do you want the baby to drool hyung?"

"Okay", Taehyung scoffs, sitting up, ready to prepare it. "Do you want to come along or wait here?"

Jungkook hums, "Is it okay if i wait here? I feel a little bit dizzy"

"It's fine, wait a bit", Taehyung kiss his forehead before slips on his slipper and trudge to the kitchen. 8 minutes later he's back—ramyeon on the tray along with water and banana milk. Jungkook loves having that while eating ramyeon—and found himself smiling fondly when he sees Jungkook dozed off, head lolling to the side as if he was trying to not fall asleep.

"Jungkook, baby ..", Taehyung calls after placing the tray on the nightstand. He pats his cheeks when Jungkook doesn't budge.

"Kook"

Silence.

Taehyung takes the ramyeon, waving it in front of Jungkook's nose. It works—he scrunched his nose before stirs awake. "Ramyeon?", he sleepily asks, yawning after, trying to sit up straight. Taehyung propped the pillow, making it comfortable for him, then bring the tray close. "Careful .. it's still hot"

Jungkook's eyes lit up when he sniffs the smell of hot ramyeon in front of him. "Ah! thank you, hyungie", he says cheerfully before taking his chopsticks and starts to blow the steam of the noodles. His eyes closed with pleasure as he slurps the broth. Taehyung makes it just right.

"Slowly, love .. no one gonna take your food", Taehyung chuckles, ruffling his hair as he watches Jungkook eats. This is what make Taehyung always wants to comply any of Jungkook's craving—he always ate it with so much happiness. At least for a night, his baby got to enjoy food, and that's what's matters to him.

"Hyungie, done!", Jungkook calls for him, grinning widely as he shows the empty bowl to him—breaking his train of thoughts. "Huh?", Taehyung asks confusedly, "Ah .. wow, you're really hungry, hm?", he says as he takes the bowl.

"It was good ...", Jungkook hums contently as he slowly tucks himself under the blanket again. Feeling happy and satisfied—and slowly sleepy. "You always good at making ramyeon hyung"

Taehyung scoffs, "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not. Ramyeon is instant", he says, slides to his place beside his husband and tugs him closer.

"Jungkook", Taehyung calls after some times.

"Mhm?"

"How about you take your anti-emetics now?"

"Huh?", Jungkook turns to face him. "Why?"

"So you don't feel nauseous the next morning! and you can keep your food down!", Taehyung sits up, feeling happy with his little epiphany.

"Mhm .." Jungkook hums, "Sure", he shrugs, "But it's downstairs"

"I will take it", Taehyung jumps before Jungkook get another words. Excited to help his husband.

"Hope this works hyung", Jungkook yawns after he takes few pills of his morning sickness medication , nuzzling closer to Taehyung, before he let himself sleep.

"I hope so too"

***

"Tae!"

"Huh?"

"Tae! Wake u—hurrgh"

Taehyung jolts awake when he heard a loud gag and then liquid splattering to the wodden floor. He squeezed his eyes when a thump hit his head from his fast and sudden movement. "Jungkook!", he yelps, quickly scurrying to wrapped his arms around the younger that panting on the edge of the bed—tears welled on his eyes, and saliva drools from his parted lips—and gathers the younger long hair in one swift motion.

"Tae—uurrkk", Jungkook jerks forward again, hands clenching the blanket as he gurgles a big wave of vomit. His eyes squeezed shut as the lingering taste is so strong coating his mouth, and the spice of ut burns his throat. It hurts.

"Kook .. Shhh .. It's okay, let it out", Taehyung murmurs, grimacing, as he could see undigested bits of ramyeon there.

"I'm sorry", Jungkook pants, choking in air when his stomach gives him a break. "I tried to go to the bathroom but—", he shut his eyes, quickly facing his head towards the floor again as he gagged—this one deep from his stomach as it's caved painfully against his arms—and he let out a gush of his food again. He gasps, before another wave immediately follow through—this times it's water that spraying out of his lips.

"It's okay, love .. it's okay", Taehyung assures him, eagerly pats his back when Jungkook hit with harsh waves, "Just let it out"

"Ah ..", Jungkook moans after few continous rounds passed. He sniffles, looking sadly at the big puddle below their bed. "I'm sorry hyung ...", he mumbles.

Taehyung helps him sits up straight. He wipes the tears and sweats that beading through his husband faces. "I told you it's okay .. feel better now?"

Jungkook nods quietly, "Yes .."

"Let's get you cleaned up? You got a bit on your hair and your shirt", Taehyung says, guiding Jungkook to the bathroom while he cleaned up the vomit.

"It didn't work", Jungkook pouts after he's done, sitting cross-legged as he watches Taehyung mop the floor, "What didn't work?"

"The medicine .."

"Ah ..", realization hits him, "Don't be so sullen .. let's find another way"

***

"Peppermint tea and sucks on candy"

"Huh?", Jungkook looks up from his plate, cheeks full with kimchi fried rice—and pickles, his craving this time.

"To help your craving sickness", Taehyung blurts out, looking up from his phone. "After you done with that, drinks peppermint tea and sucks mint candy before you sleep"

Jungkook frowns, "Isn't it just a usual remedies?"

"I know .. but maybe it can work?"

"Sure", Jungkook shrugs, "Doesn't hurt to try .. do we have it though?", he asks before shoving another spoonful.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, before pinching Jungkook's cheeks, "I will get it"

***

"Jungkook ..", Taehyung sighs, resting his head against the bathroom door as he heard a faint sounds of retching from inside. "Let me in .."

It's silence, then the door suddenly opened—causing Taehyung to yelps. "Your method sucks", Jungkook grunts, his voice scratchy as he walks out from the bathroom and plops to the couch. Hands holding his bump as it's starts cramping with how hard he was throwing up earlier. "I threw up a lot .."

"I know", Taehyung sits beside him, "You were in there for a long time.. i'm sorry"

"But the food didn't came out", Jungkook ponders, "Only the tea that came out, and water", he continues, "So .. maybe your method didn't sucks too bad hyung"

Taehyung cocked his eyebrows, "But you still threw up, love .."

Jungkook groans, rubbing his face, and sinking his body further to the couch, "You better look up for something else for tonight hyung ... i'm exhausted"

***

Taehyung closes his phone, looking at his husband that calmly playing with Tannie. "Baby ..", he calls out.

"Mhm?"

"It's late .. don't you want to eat something?"

Taehyung can see Jungkook visibly deflates, as the younger takes Tannie and snuggles to him, "Don't want to ...", he mumbles, voice muffled in between Yeontan's barks.

"Huh?", Taehyung cocked his eyebrows, "Why?"

"I don't want to throw up again", Jungkook pouts, "I'm tired"

Taehyung sighs, ruffling the latter hair, "You sure? Really don't want anything?"

Jungkook pouts deepen, "Well .. i only want chips actually .."

"Chips?"

"With peanut butter"

"What?", Taehyung snorts, "That's .. you sure? You surely will throw up if you eat that"

"It's your baby requests!", Jungkook whines. "Don't blame me!"

Taehyung chuckles, "Okay .. how about .. you eat a little? Like .. 2 or 3 bites?"

"Huh?", Jungkook tilts his head. "Then? It supposed to help?"

"I don't know .. but maybe eating a little by little won't make you queasy. You can eat again the next morning if you want", Taehyung shrugs, "It's not like you will eat a bag of chips with that combo, right?", he teases.

"I will", Jungkook shoves him, "But sure .. let's try"

***

"I think this time it's not because of your morning sickness, love", Taehyung snickers behind him as he watches Jungkook dived his head to the sink—having his routine morning sickness. "It's your horrendous food combo"

Jungkook shoves Taehyung's arms away from his back as he grunts, can't verbally bites back as his baby throws a fit again.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!taehyung #and again another mpreg fic

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