#i'm gonna rinse out my breakfast bowl and then do some of these

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: I couldn't help myself.

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"So... this is what it looks like today?" You aim your camera at the sky outside your window, "sorry, the screen is kinda in the way."

You let out a nervous chuckle and flip the camera to yourself. You make a silly face. You were never overly fond of your image on the screen but the vlogs help. Like a little diary, mostly for yourself. You and your seven followers on Insta.

You bat your lashes and fix the clip in your hair, "oh, I got this free. Yeah, I bought a new hair oil and they threw this in the bag." You let your thoughts run wild from your tongue. You found a journal too daunting, the blank lines leaving you just as empty. This is easier. "Anyway, I shouldn't have spent the money to begin with."

You give another splintered laugh. The one you let out when you're anxious, or scared, or happy, or even mad.  You bite your lip and catch yourself in your digitized reflection. You stop and turn your camera to your bedroom.

"Today, I'm gonna clean this mess. Me and you guys together."

You scour the room with the lens. Your laundry is piled on the floor and you have a stack of books you need to put on the shelf. It isn't the worst it's been but it's getting cluttered.

"But first, we'll have breakfast, can't start the stream on an empty stomach," you chirp and nearly drop the phone, "oops, uh..." You fix your grip and check the number in the corner. You have one viewer; on a good day, it's three, most days, it's just you talking to the void.

You go into the kitchen, just down the short hall from your bedroom, opening into your living room. You go to the counter and prop up the phone so the camera is on you again. You tap your fingers and hum.

"What should we have for breakfast?" You ask. You don't feel as crazy talking to yourself even if there's really no one watching. "Oo, French toast. Gotta use up the eggs."

You go to the fridge and pull out the eggs and the milk. You bring them back to the counter, shuffling around for a bowl, a whisk, and the cinnamon.

You mix up your ingredients and dip the bread, one piece at a time. You put on a skillet and fry up the slices, presenting a stack of three to the camera. You smile and dust some icing sugar over the top.

“Probably shouldn't have all this sugar for breakfast,” you shrug at the camera, “alright, quick break…” 

You put the stream onto the ‘back soon’ page and take your plate to the small foldout table against the wall. You're not a fan of eating on camera. You finish and rinse up before snatching your phone up again.

You return to your bedroom and put the phone on a middle shelf and flip the stream back to live. Still that one viewer…

“Anyway, I'm back,” you wave at the lens.

You hesitate, looking around as you stand straight and spin. Cleaning, right. Before you can set to work, the phone dings.

A message?

You go back to your phone and squint at the chat bubble floating up.

‘Looked delicious too.’

“It was,” you agree with a grin, “thanks.”

‘Don't mean the toast.’

The next message has you blinking. Your nape burns. They can't mean… you clear your throat and giggle.

“Well, let's get started,” you back up and clap your hands, “you know, I've been so carried away with work. This place is a pigsty.”

You sit on the floor and sort through the clothes. You toss them into the basket as you sit in silence. You stop yourself and glance at the phone.

“How about some tunes?” 

You walk on your knees to your bedside and turn on your bluetooth speaker. You go to your phone and find a playlist before pulling the stream back to full screen. As you do, you hear a noise you've never heard before.

‘BourbonBear has tipped.’ Huh? Really?

“Oh, thanks, er, BourbonBear,” you giggle around the name, “how nice. Maybe one day I can afford a proper camera for this, huh?”

You smile and go back to the dirty clothes. You quickly ball up a pair of panties and shove them in the basket. You carry on until they're all untangled.

You move on and tidy your desk, bending underneath to gather up a few loose pens. You make your way around the bedroom, putting away books, fixing the blankets on the bed, and straightening the little figurines on the shelf above the bed.

You grab the stick vacuum and suck up the dirt and proclaim your task done. It took a lot longer than you thought. It's after eleven. The one viewer is still there.

“Whew, okay, I'm gonna get myself washed up and go to the park. Maybe I'll post that later,” you give a thumbs up next to your head as you talk to the phone, “thank you.”

You end the stream and let out a sigh. Your videos aren't much and you doubt they're very interesting but it's like venting for you. Almost like having an invisible friend. You think you will take some pictures of the flowers to share.

🧸

You take your usual path through the park. The walks help you unwind your worries. You try to come after work at least a couple days during the week and both days on the weekend. You find the mindlessness of the routine to be calming.

The deeper you get into the wooded length of the path, you slow to admire the birds in the branches and the critters crawling in the brush. You take out your phone and snap a few photos of a blue jay before it wings away shyly. You smile and flip the cam, smiling as you take a goofy selfie. You can add that to your post.

The path winds ahead and you follow it in the din, listening to the river just down the incline to your left and the tweeting from the sky. You lift your face and inhale the woodsy scent. The sudden crack of a twig startles you and you spin to face the noise. There's no one there. Sometimes you forget other people are free to just walk on through.

You chuckle at yourself and continue on. The path leads out to a suburban street where you like to look at the houses. They're much more spacious and pretty than your grimy brick apartment building.

You come out from the shade of the trees and wander along the avenue. There's a mailbox painted to look like the house it stands before and a little nook for second hand children's books to be borrowed through the neighbourhood. Sometimes you picture yourself living in one of those houses though you don't think it could ever truly be.

As you crane your head, you sense a shadow in your peripheral. You're walking a bit slow. You sidle to the side to get out of the way of the other pedestrian. When no one passes, you look back. No one.

You must be imagining things. You shrug and plod along. You're already thinking of what kind of tea you'll have when you get in.

🧸

You sit down with your mug of ginger citrus tea and set to editing your post. You add a light filter to the photos as you shuffle through them on your laptop. The process is slow as the computer is nearly five years old now and chuffing on its 4GB drive. You get to the selfie you snapped, a stop.

You lean in to get a better glimpse of the background. It's fuzzy but there's a figure just over your shoulder. How could that be? You looked and there was no one there. That's so strange.

You stare as a chill courses through you. You're thankful you hadn't put your earphones in. You wouldn't have heard whoever it was and they may have even snuck up on you. Or maybe it's just a trick of the light.

You hit ‘post’ and try to shake off the foreboding. It's nothing. You're being silly. Besides, you're home and safe now. Next time, you'll be more alert.

A message pops up. You stare at the dot over the chat bubble. You tap with your thumb and bring up the DMs.

'Stream tonight?' BourbonBear asks.

You tilt your head. You already did some today. You're tired and want to lie down and enjoy your time off. You type back 'sorry, not tonight. tomorrow <3' and another notification vibrates. A comment on your latest post.

'Pretty sweater', also from BourbonBear. You heart their comment and leave a thanks below.

You flip back to the selfie. You can't really see your sweater in the picture, just the scalloped knitting of the collar. Well, you suppose it does look cute. You put your phone down and leave it on your desk. That's enough Insta for today.

🧸

You time your shopping trip for the least busy hour. It's early and the store is almost empty except for employees stacking bread on shelves or wandering listlessly around the deli. You have your phone in the basket of the cart, aimed at you as you roll it along slowly and check your list.

The stream is just as empty. It's only just started but you don't expect too many people to be up at this hour. You stop and grab a loaf of sourdough, checking the date before showing it to the lens and putting it in the cart. You smile and announce the next item.

"Strawberries... you know I was thinking I might get raspberries instead," you say, catching the eye of one of the yawning employees. You must seem like a weirdo. It's why you typically don't film in public.

As you roll around to the fruit, you notice the count change. One viewer. You choose a basket of raspberries and show those. You see a message float up; morning.

You smile and return the greeting softly and place the berries down carefully beside your phone. You need yogurt to go with the berries.

You work down the list, making some substitutes as you tick off each item. You linger in the ice cream section a bit too long and talk yourself out of a gallon of rocky road. You lean on the handle of the cart and smile down at the lens.

"Going to check out," you say, "see you all later."

All? There's still just the one. You end the stream and take your phone out of the basket.

You wheel around to checkout and line up at the only open till. You put your items up as you greet the cashier with a smile. She seems tired as she gives a dull response.

As you put the yogurt on the belt, you sense someone join the queue behind you. You glance over as a large man stands only feet away. He's tall and burly and staring at you. Maybe he heard you talking to your audience, or he would think, yourself. You continue to unload your groceries.

"Never tried those," he comments as you take out a box of strawberry Pocky.

You pause and hold them up, chuckling nervously, as you do.

"Pretty good," you answer, "I eat way too many."

You notice the man doesn't have a basket or a cart. That realisation needles under your skin. Maybe he's just getting lotto or smokes?

"You like sweet stuff."

"Too much," you squeak even though it doesn't sound like a question.

He just stares, not saying a word. You swallow tightly and pull the last few items out of the cart and get behind it to wheel it through the lane. As you do, he looms closely, adding to the sweat gathering on your lower back.

You roll along and wait for the cashier to ring through the rest of your things. She bags them up neatly in two large paper bags. You pay with your card and thank her as you lift the first into your cart. The man behind you moves forward and grabs the second, startling you.

"Got it," he says as he places it with the other, squeezing by you, crowding you.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," you stammer, "oh," you lean on the cart to roll it to the end of the lane as you make space between you and the stranger. "Thanks, er, uh... thanks."

You turn and grab the handle, jittering. He's really weirding you out. Especially as you realise he's walked right by the cashier. He's following you.

"I can help get ‘em in your car," he offers in a drawl.

"Oh, that's alright, I... bus," you cringe as you realise you've said too much.

"I could drive you. I have a truck."

"No thank you," you walk faster, the cart rattling with your pace.

"Why not?"

"I don't know you, erm, sorry--"

"You don't?" He catches up and shoves his phone in your face, your Insta profile glaring back at you, "I paid for the milk, maybe the berries..."

"What?" You stop, just by the door and turn to him. "I don't--"

"You haven't eaten, have you? I'll take you for French toast. That's your favourite."

"Um," you blink at him as your eyes tinge, "I don't..."

"You got me through a hard campaign, just wanna say thank you," he adjusts his cap and you notice the pin on it. He's a veteran. Oh, 'campaign'. 

“Just got back home," he shifts on his feet, a meek gesture for such a large man, "and... your videos helped me remember it. Helped me hold onto it in the sh-- in the stuff."

"I... wow, okay, that's... I'm glad I could do that."

"I really don't mind giving you a ride. Lots of weirdos on the bus," he insists.

"That's nice but--"

"Please," he softens his tone, "been a while since I sat down and had breakfast without worrying about the sky falling."

You shudder and grip the cart tight. You don't know how to say no. You didn't think about who was watching. You always just assumed they were bots. Then you think of the chaching noise and the amount flashing on the screen.

"BourbonBear?" You ask.

"Yeah," he cracks a crooked smile and smooths his hand over his thick beard. "Everyone calls me Syv.”

#dark!captain syverson #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #follow you anywhere #sandcastle #captain syverson #dark captain syverson #captain syverson x reader

[brooklynislandgirl]

Any thoughts on genital piercings? Do you have any?

A Little Light/A Little Dark || -

And just like that, with an indelicate snort of a laugh, Beth's POG in her nasal passages. Where as she's more of a fan of a gentle saline rinse from a neti pot to the harsh chemicals of most over the counter antihistamines and where as she thinks everyone deserves a little extra vitamin C in their diet, the two things should never be combined, and certainly not with a mixture of pineapple and guava mixed into the orange juice. Silver can't help but laugh, and she's a hundred percent certain that from the corner of her now watery eyes that she's seen some money change hands between little Ben and Jack. Fortunately, none of the actual adults ~Flint, Miranda, Gates~ are having breakfast with their young associates. Once she's taken a good swipe at her face with her napkin and is no longer in danger of choking on or spitting into her acai bowl, she glares at Doctah Manderly beside her. Okay, if he can make her look like an idiot, she can do him one better, and not even Annie will be able to spare him this time with a timely interruption. Not that she faults the Irish Setter. Her person is just….well. She's too polite to even think it in the privacy of her own head. Beth stretches leisurely. Almost catlike. She can almost feel the almost no hair at the back of his neck stand on end because William doesn't like people getting close. Which does make her wonder who managed to talk him into asking her that, and what sort of leverage they used. Meanwhile, she fixes him with a smouldering half-lidded gaze and makes her voice as sultry as she possibly can, the kind of voice indicative of rumpled sheets and lazy kisses the morning after. Not that she expects him to understand that, she's willing to put money on the fact that he's never had an intimate relationship in all of his life. She also partially lies through her teeth; there's something traumatic in just the idea of it, at least on the female body, and the fact that some women don't have enough flesh in certain parts to even try it. There's the risk of contracting an infection or disease. There's the issue with cleaning things properly, and for most people, there's always the risk of dislodging or poking holes in their preferred prophylactics. The biggest draw back though is the potential for nerve damage, which would be counter productive to the whole process. But she does have a piercing he has yet to discover, which is what makes it partially a lie. "Billy, ku'ipo, if you t'ink ya man big enough, you should come try find out yaself. I will say dat yes…I got a piercing way below my ears, but I'm not gonna give it away jus' cause ya aks."

#Mahalo!Chikkim <333 #Star to Sail By|Dr William Manderly #No Man's Land|Billy and Beth #URCA|Aquarium and Research Facility #Hawai'ian Archipelago #{Black Sails Modern au}

[sicjimin]

A.N : another spontaneous nonsense at 1am bc im scared to sleep again lol .. im sorry for posting ab mpreg again . might regret this post in the morning :D

TW : emeto, mpreg

Jimin pants heavily, his breathe trickling against the calm water below him. He squeezes his eyes shut as he's riding the sloshing in his stomach. Nausea that has been bugging him since the moment he wakes up, becomes overwhelming now. He spits the thick saliva that dangling on his lips, before brushing his hair back and lean tiredly on the toilet seat. He slips one of his hands under Yoongi's sweater that has been his since their early relationships, rubbing a circle pattern against it. It's comforting, almost calming, if it wasn't for the fact that nausea has been getting worse. He groans, propping himself back facing the bowl, his hand brushing his black hair back as it has been growing longer, before a gag leaves his mouth, followed by another. His hands are starting to tremble as his stomach continues to roil and churn.

"Uuurrkk-", Jimin jolts forward as his stomach clenches. Warm chunky liquid sliding up from his throat and splashing loudly to the bowl. The sound is loud and clear as Jimin retches again.

Tears spring out of his eyes, and Jimin can feel his whole body shaking. His eyes flutter shut again as he grips onto the edge of the toilet seat tightly, steadying himself as his body keep heaving more and more of his dinner last night down to the toilet. The sickly sweet smell of vomit hitting his nose and Jimin gags again.

He coughs, spitting into the toilet when he feels there's nothing more to bring. Jimin leans over the side of the toilet seat, wipes away his sweat from his forehead with his sleeve as a wave of dizziness takes over his body. He flushes the toilet, grimace when he sees it filled with brown half-disgested food. The sight making his stomach twist. He closes his eyes, resting his head on the toilet seat, breathing deeply as he tries his hardest not to throw up again.

Jimin groans when he feels his phone vibrates in his pocket. The familiar ringtone filling the silent bathroom.

"Yoongi-hyung calling..."

Jimin slides the phone button.

"Hello, Jimin-ah?"

"Hm...Hyung" Jimin hums softly.

"Is everything alright? You sound really weak.." Yoongi asks concerned.

Jimin sniffles, trying to keep his sobs at bay. His hand rests on his stomach, rubbing it soothingly. He could feel newfound nausea pooling there.

"I just puked" Jimin mumbles.

"Is it your morning sickness again?" Yoongi asks worriedly.

"I don't know .. maybe. I woke up already feeling nauseous. I was trying to make breakfast but— ", Jimin pauses as another wave of nausea hits him, "—oh my god, wait hyung"

Jimin scrambles back to the toilet, not registering Yoongi that frantically asking from the other side as he burp out water. Another wave follows after as Jimin hurls once more. Tears stream down his cheeks while he gasps for air.

He feels like crap.

"Jimin-ah? Are you sick again?", Yoongi asks through the phone, worry evident in his tone.

"Nn... Uuurrkk-" Jimin tries to say but another wave of nausea hits him. He doubles over once more.

"I'm coming home"

"What? No!", Jimin chokes out when his stomach stops clenching. He could faintly hear shuffling in the background and Yoongi talking to someone.

" Hyung, you dont need to come, i will be fine", Jimin says as he flushes his vomit. Lifting himself from the floor and rinse his mouth. He's sure he's already empty and won't throw anything up, at least for the few hours.

"Yeah, well i'm leaving anyway". Yoongi answers.

"But hyung! I'll be fine!" Jimin cries.

"No, see you!"

Yoongi hangs up on Jimin and Jimin stares at the blank screen for a moment, before placing the phone down and leaning against the sink, sighing. But he can help a tug on his corner lips, knowing that his boyfriend gonna come home soon.

Jimin turns off the tap and walks back to the bedroom, curling himself small under the covers.

🥟 🥟 🥟

Yoongi pulls into the driveway and parks his car. Shuffling his feet to their apartment door and push the code. 9395, before it beep and opened.

"Jimin-ah?", Yoongi calls out.

He walks further into their apartment, looking around until his gaze lands on his boyfriend, lying curled up in bed. Yoongi sighs, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He kneels beside Jimin, taking the younger features. His cheeks flushed, and there are tears stained. Yoongi shakes his head, pulling back a strand of Jimin's hair.

"Hey wake up", Yoongi whispers gently and Jimin groans. "Come on"

Jimin sits up, wiping his eyes before sitting beside him and leaning into Yoongi's side, snuggling close to his chest. "Hyung" he whines. Yoongi runs a hand through Jimin's hair, "How are you feeling?"

"Nauseous", Jimin replies, sniffling. Yoongi nods.

"Have you eat anything?"

"No, i'm afraid i will throw it back up. I don't want to throw up again", Jimin admits, voice raspy and husky. Yoongi purses his lips, looking down as his thumb smooths across Jimin's cheek, before Jimin looks up at him, smiling weakly. Yoongi chuckles.

"But you need to eat baby, you had another person to feed now"

Jimin pouts.

"What if i cook for you? What do you want?" Yoongi asks. Jimin shrugs, "Anything. Really, but maybe something light. I don't know if i can handle rice"

Yoongi nods, offering his palm for Jimin to takes as they head downstairs. Jimin sits on the stool, resting his head on his palms as he watched Yoongi moved swiftly into the kitchen. Light conversation falls between them, mostly from Yoongi, as he's the one that goes out and interacting with people today. Jimin hums, giving in response once in a while.

"Here, eat up"

Yoongi tells him, placing a plate with some rice, and some broth on the counter in front of him. Jimin peeks up, seeing the steaming hot meal on the counter and smiles, before reaching out to take a bite. A sigh slipping past his lips. Yoongi laughs lightly before kissing Jimin's forehead lightly.

"Is it okay?" Yoongi asks, Jimin nods quietly, swallowing a piece of meat in his mouth. He hums appreciatively. Yoongi smiles.

After about ten minutes, Jimin was already more than halfway through the soup, that his stomach decided to churn again. He quickly puts his chopsticks down, his hand going straight to his stomach, fingers squeezing it in an attempt to hold back the sickness he feels rising up. Yoongi notices Jimin's tensed posture and quickly comes towards him.

"Are you feeling sick again?" He asks.

"Yes, a little..." Jimin replies.

Yoongi frowns, pulling the bowl out and grabbing Jimin's arm, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He moves his hand to cover the top of Jimin's belly. "Are you gonna have another round?"

Jimin nods, biting his lip. "I think .. i don't know. I hope this one is just a fluke", he grunts, holding his stomach.

Yoongi stands up, offering him a glass of water, " Here, drink it". Jimin takes the glass carefully, sipping at it slowly to give himself a chance to get used to it, to ease up his stomach and nausea. He sets it down again, staring at it and sighing heavily. He leans his forehead against Yoongi's crook. "I don't feel good"

"Hmm, i know", Yoongi murmurs. "You wanna lie down?"

Jimin shakes his head no, scrunched his face when a wave of nausea hits him, "It will make me more—", a burp escaped his lips, "—nauseous" he finishes.

Yoongi frowns, wrapping his arms tightly around Jimin. Pulling him close, resting his chin on the boy's head.

"Okay..."

They stay like that for a minute, only their steady breathing that could be heard, as Jimin is way too busy to keep his food down and Yoongi is busy rubbing his boyfriend tummy, giving it as much comfort as he can, hoping that the warmth from his palm could at least help.

"Hyung", Jimin breaks the silence between them, shifting uncomfortably on his seat. His hand pressing his lips to a thin line.

"...what is it?"

Jimin exhales deeply. "I want to puke, i don't think i can hold it anymore", he mumbles.

"Oh shit"

"I think i might throw up, now" Jimin adds. He doesn't feel any better yet. He wants to cry. The feeling of wanting to be sick still lingers inside of him and every time he thinks about it, he gets a horrible taste in his mouth.

"Do you want me to go grab you something to throw up in?", Yoongi worriedly asks. Jimin shakes his head.

"Bathroom .. please .. ", he decides.

As he gets up, nausea hits him once more. He clutches onto the counter in an attempt to remain upright. Yoongi rushes by him, helping him to stay upright, " Slowly baby"

Jimin swallows hard, nodding. He slowly makes his way towards the bathroom, his steps slow and sluggish. Yoongi's hands linger around his waist, keeping him stable and safe.

It was only few steps left, or to be frank, they have already reached the bathroom door, when Jimin's stomach lets go. The sound of gag and chunky liquid splatters against the floor echoing throughout the hallway. Yoongi rubs soothing circles into his lower back, supporting his weight. Jimin was sure he heard Yoongi gasps and curses under his breath, but he didn't have time to ponder in it as his stomach let go of another stream rushing on his mouth, adding to the puddle below him.

Yoongi pulls himself back a little, avoiding it getting on his feet as Jimin bends forward further with heave, his face scrunching into a grimace. Yoongi rubs soft circles into Jimins shoulder and backs away as Jimin stands upright again. The boys face flushed red and sweaty.

"Fuck..", Jimin whispers, looking at the puddle of his food that lay on the floor.

"Shit, Jiminie, what happened?" Yoongi asks, worry lacing his tone.

"I dont know.." Jimin says, shaking his head. "I'm sorry hyung, i didn't mean to make a mess ... ", he whimpers as tears start stinging on the back of his eyes.

Yoongi reaches for his hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

"It's fine baby, its alright. It is just vomit"

Jimin huffs and wipes tears that managed to escaped, "Still..",

"Baby stop worrying about it so much. Come sit down", Yoongi says, leading Jimin to sit on the toilet lid. Jimin lets out a small sob, hiding his face against Yoongi's chest.

Yoongi strokes circles in his hair, running a hand up and down his spine, trying to help calm him down.

" Hyung .. i'm sorry", Jimin sobs.

Yoongi chuckles lightly, "Why are you apologizing?"

Jimin looks up at Yoongi. He sniffled.

"You're feel sick, and that's fine", Yoongi coos. "Now, are you feeling better or ...?"

Jimin shakes his head, "No .. i think i'm gonna puke again", he huffs, " 'm still queasy"

Yoongi nods understandingly and guided the younger in front of the toilet, lifting up the seat, "Let it out until you feel better", he suggests, rubbing Jimin's arm gently. Jimin nods, leaning over the toilet as Yoongi holds his hair up. Jimin throws up for a good five minutes after that, letting out everything he just ate,including Yoongi's soup that now floating on the toilet bowl.

" Okay .. i think i'm done hyung ..", Jimin coughs out weakly, his stomach still aching and his throat dry. He rests his forehead against the toilet bowl.

Yoongi rubs his back, "You're doing great, sweetheart", he murmurs. "Do you feel dizzy, or anything?"

"A little.."

"Okay. lets get you clean up. I will clean the ...", Yoongi trails off at the hallway that still had vomit. Jimin follows his gaze, almost gagging at the sight. " I can help you clean that hyung .. i'm sorry"

Yoongi flicks his forehead, "Stop saying sorry. And no, you're not helping anything. I won't risk you throwing up again because of that. Just clean yourself up, okay? So we can rest after that", he rambles. Jimin nods softly.

"You're not mad?" He asks, a bit hesitant.

Yoongi shakes his head smiling at him lovingly. "When i can ever get mad at you, hm? Stop making your brain working too hard, Jimin-ah"

Jimin's cheeks turn bright red, a smile forming on his lips unconsciously. Yoongi laughs, reaching to ruffle his hair before guiding him to stand up and clean himself.

"I bring you tea, and crackers. Eat that when you feel like it, okay? I hope our little one could accept this", Yoongi says as he trudges into their bedroom. Jimin peek in from the blanket, watching as Yoongi puts the tray on the nightstand before the older scoots at the empty side beside him. Jimin immediately curled himself against the older, sighing contently when Yoongi starts playing with his hair.

Yoongi places a gentle kiss on Jimin's temples, "You should sleep now", he murmurs. " Our baby there has been tiring you out"

Jimin nods sleepily against him, closing his eyes. "Yeah they are .. thank you hyung", he hums.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #caretaker!yoongi #sick!jimin #and again another mpreg fic

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Three

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Warning(s): explicit language, sexual situations, mentions of drug abuse

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I wake up to the smell of coffee drifting in under the bedroom door, and I stretch, seeing Nikki on his side of the bed, snoring softly.

Pulling the covers off of myself, I get up and throw on my robe to cover my naked body and step into the kitchen to see Karen at the counter.

Karen was Doc's best solution he could muster up to try to keep Nikki straight off drugs.

After calling Doc and Bob Timmons that night Nikki shot out our ceiling, Doc asked Karen, who worked at the Mötley office, to move in.

Hats off to her because she didn't argue, and Nikki did calm down a little when she was there because he was convinced she was a spy for Doc and was telling him what Nikki was doing at all times.

Nikki didnt want to hear shit from Doc, so he tried to hide his drug use from Karen when she was home.

"Good morning." She greets me, patiently waiting for the coffee to get done. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"No, no, it's fine, I needed to get up anyway, uh...what time is it?" I ask her, rubbing my eyes.

"About 9:00." She replies.

"Okay, I'm gonna wake him up and get ready and that reporter should be here around--"

I'm cut off by the doorbell and I look at her.

"You go wake him up, get him showered, I'll stall." She assures me, shooing me with her hand as she steps to open the door."

I rush to our bedroom and shut and lock the door, walking over to wake Nikki up.

"Babe, c'mon."  I nudge at him several times until he's groaning a little. "Nikki, wake up."

"Just climb on and get off when you're finished. I'm sure it'll still get up without me being awake." He mumbles tiredly, about to drift back off before I'm hitting his arm sternly.

"Nikki, you need to wake up. That reporter came early. We need to get dressed."

"Jesus." He lets out, frustrated, and I rub my lips together. His hazel eyes open to look at me and he smirks. "You're actually talking to me today?"

I've been ignoring him for nearly a week now ever since he broke our ceiling and embarrassed me in front of our friends.

"I'm getting into character so he doesn't write that I'm not talking to you in the article. Doc said to be as lovey as possible." I add. "So hurry up."

I walk to our bathroom and start the shower, quickly discarding my clothes and climbing in as he trudges into the bathroom.

By the time I'm rinsing shampoo from my hair, he's getting in, his eyes wandering up and down my naked body that currently has soapy water running down it.

"Don't get any ideas, Sixx, I'm still mad at you."

"What kind of man do you think I am?" He puts a hand over his heart as if he's hurt and I roll my eyes, finishing rinsing my hair.

"Move." I say so I can put conditioner in my hair and he grins, about to switch places with me, and his hands hold at my body as we trade spots and I glare at him.

"What? I was helping you move." He innocently states, the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips, and I cut my eyes at him.

He just wets his hair as I get the tangles out of mine with conditioner and we change once more.

By the time he's rinsing his hair again and I'm lathering up in body wash, I feel his finger trace down my spine.

"Nikki." I say in warning and I hear his faint chuckling.

"Sorry." He mumbles, taking his fingers off of me.

When I'm done, about to tell him I need to get under the water, his hands are sliding up my sides and he's getting closer to me, pulling me against him, taking my ear between his teeth in a nip.

"Nikki, we don't have time for this." I let out in a soft giggle.

"So?" He asks, pressing a kiss to my neck, his hands moving up to hold at my chest, rolling his thumbs over my nipples, causing me to take a sharp breath and push my ass against him.

He lets out a soft moan, and I turn to face him, our lips, teeth and tongues meeting in a rough, passionate, kiss, as my body is pulled against his.

"Are you still mad at me?" He says, running his thumb across my bottom lip, looking like he's confident that I'm not still upset with him.

"Get finished, we have stuff to do." I tell him, giving him one last kiss before sliding past him to rinse off.

"Change it to cold water before you leave." He grumbles and I smile to myself, changing the temperature of the water before getting out of the shower.

Once I get my hair towel dried and finish getting ready, I'm cautiously stepping into the hallway, walking where I hear Karen and the reporter talking at the dinner table. 

"Yeah, they..." Karen trails off, seeing me. "...Oh, here she is." She states.

He turns around to face me and I rub my lips together, extending my hand to him.

"Len Donoghue." He tells me, shaking my hand.

"Vivian Sixx." I reply, politely. "Um, Nikki's getting some clothes on now, he'll be here in a minute."

"Oh, starting Valentine's Day off right, huh?" He chuckles and I feel my face go red with embarrassment as Karen attempts to curve the conversation.

"You were saying earlier you attend night classes? What degree are you pursuing?" She asks him and I take the opportunity to step to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee.

Nikki's already there, seeming to be stalling as he takes his time examining the array of coffee cups in our cupboard.

"You don't drink coffee, baby." I remind him and he glances at me before handing me a cup.

"I was supposed to wake up this morning to a blow job. Not a fucking hotshot know-it-all scribe jotting down every last syllable of shit I say only to fabricate and cut it up before printing it in a way that makes me look bad." He mumbles and I give him a soft smile, my fingers running through the ends of his hair.

"It will be okay, Nikki. Just smile and it'll be over before you know it." I encourage him.

He sighs out, kissing me briefly before I pour my coffee and we step to the dinner table, where Len is lighting up at the site of Nikki.

"Hey, man, Nikki." Nikki introduces himself, shaking Len's hand.

"Len Donoghue, it's a pleasure." He smiles enthusiastically at him and Nikki nods before motioning to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna cook some breakfast if you wanna start your interrogation in the kitchen." Nikki says in a joking tone, but in know he means "interrogation" literally.

"Sure." Len nods, the three of us stepping to the kitchen as Karen gets up and heads to her bedroom to hangout until we're done.

I hoist myself onto the counter, watching as Nikki pulls the eggs from the fridge and I tense up as I multiple paper bags on the shelves before he closes the fridge.

I hope Len didn't notice.

"You've even got that particular detailing in here." Len comments, looking up at the mirrored ceiling.

"Yeah, I read somewhere mirror creates the illusion of a more open room." Nikki tells him, grabbing a bowl to crack the eggs into.

"That's why the place is covered in mirror?"

"Yeah, why else would it be?" He pretends to play dumb, and Len glances at me before shaking his head a little. "No reason."

"When did you move into this place?" He asks us and Nikki starts cracking the eggs.

"Uhh...like..." He looks at me. "...Over a year ago? Year and a half?"

I just nod and he confirms it.

"Yeah, over a year ago."

"Who's idea was it to live out here?" He asks next and Nikki nods towards me.

"She liked the house and I got it once we had the money." He explains.

"That makes me sound like a gold digger." I say.

"Okay, we drove by one day and she said it was a nice house and I went behind her back and got it and surprised her with it once I had the money." He corrects and Len smiles.

"Is he always nice like that?" He asks me.

"Despite how he seems publicly, he's a nice guy." I tell him and Nikki shushes me as if I can't tell his secret, making me chuckle as he grins, pouring the eggs into the heated pan.

"There's a lot of mystery around you two, is that something that's good to you or backfires sometimes?"

"It's good." Nikki states. "It's really nobody's business unless we do stuff like this," he motions to Len, "And let people in on it."

"We don't necessarily understand what the big deal is about, honestly. There's plenty of people dating or married to someone who isn't quite like them. The fact we're in the public eye doesn't make it any more interesting, honestly." I add.

"Yeah, people would be disappointed if they saw how our relationship works just like everyone else's." Nikki puts in next.

"I think you two being together really invokes certain conversations because one of you is a by the book Christian, and the other has been accused of Satanism in the past." Len suggests with a small chuckle. "So you're pretty opposite of each other in that sense but you still manage to get along well enough to feel the need to marry one another."

"We're opposite of each other in every sense, almost." Nikki tells him, finishing on the eggs.

"Really?"

"She's more reserved, conservative, quiet, innocent, sober, religious, organized..." Nikki names off a few things. "...and there's me."

"I wanna touch on that, really, because 'sober' is not something associated with rockstars or really this industry much at all, really, with so much money and access to excess and so on, have you really never had a drink of alcohol or was that an exaggeration? I mean, really, your friends, husband, piers are doing God knows what and you've never at least been curious enough to try something out?" He asks me and I shake my head.

"No. And that's not something I ride through the streets and shout out or project at a party or use to talk down on other people with. I choose not to do that because it doesn't interest me, it interests some people, some people enjoy it, but I've never really been drawn to any of it. And especially the really hard stuff, I've never felt the need or allure to that because I've seen what it does to people. But I don't turn my nose up at people who want a beer after work or have some cocktails with their girl friends on a night out. I don't even think I'm any better than the addicts that claw their eyes out while they're on dope. That's their business." I tell him, and Nikki clears his throat, putting the eggs into a bowl to be scooped out by who ever that wants them as he pulls the package of bacon from the fridge next.

"So you're the trusted D.D. when it's a night out?" Len asks me and I nod.

"Oh, yeah." I nod.

"Back to the 'opposites' topic, how did someone like you, get together with someone like her?" He questions Nikki again and Nikki let's out a breath, smirking.

"The clean version." I warn Nikki and he laughs.

"Oh, c'mon, Viv." He nudges me and I raise my brows. "Okay, fine, we met at a club on the strip, Tommy introduced us, and he had told me she was coming down there to see us and that she was a dancer and her mom was super strict, and just telling me and Mick some things about her because he and Vince had grown up with her, but we'd never met her. So she comes down there, and she's dressed like a fucking--I don't even know, nothing like what I was use to seeing on the Strip. And we just couldn't stand each other, honestly. We would aggravate the piss outta each other, I'd harrass her and purposely do and say stuff that I knew would gross her out and she would pick at me and deliberately say shit to get under my skin and piss me off. I called her 'Saint Viv' and 'Virgin Viv' and she'd call me 'Devil Spawn' and we just really got on each other's nerves, man."

"What changed that?" He asks and I wait to see how Nikki's going to say "I screwed her into my ratty mattress" in a PG way.

"There was this one night, I don't even know what happened, but I just realized I was really, really into her, and I guess she realized the same because we've been together ever since." He tells him.

"So, it's worth all the criticism about you not being the real deal because you've 'settled down'?"

"I'm not an idiot, I know people dont talk shit because I've 'settled down', they talk shit about who I've 'settled down' with. And if being with someone who's got my back, and strives to push me be the best in can be, and supports me and helps me up when I need it, then I will loud and proud shout from the hills that I've 'settled down.' I write music based off what inspires me, some of Mötley's best songs have been inspired by the very girl I'm criticized for being with because they either think she's boring or isn't bad enough for me or whatever bullshit they drum up. But I don't need someone who's bad through and through, that would be a disaster. She's bad wear it counts." He informs him and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Nikki!" I scold.

"I'm just saying." He shrugs. "And I'd hate being with someone who's exactly like me because then I wouldn't be learning new things, or having engaging conversation that challenges my views, or see a different perspective, and she wouldn't have that, either. So I think all the street rock posers downing on me for being with a 'goody goody' and the holier-than-thou Tipper Gore carbon copies that give Viv shit for being with a 'satan worshiper' can all kiss our asses and fuck off."

Len nods, looking impressed but not shocked with Nikki's words.

"Wanna add anything to that?" He asks me.

"Ditto." I reply and Nikki smiles at me for a moment.

After Nikki's finished cooking, we're sitting at the table, and get on the topic of music.

"Is there any idea when the new music will be coming out?" He asks Nikki and Nikki nods, taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Sometime this year." He says.

"Is it gonna have a 'Theater of Pain' feel to it or is it gonna hold the same change that, that album did compared to 'Shout at the Devil'?"

"Well, we change our sound because we grow. I don't think it's too far off, I think it's all still rock 'n roll, but the sound differs a little bit with each album because we evolve." He replies.

"Any album in particular that you've made so far that's a favorite or is the best yet to come?"

Nikki gets a happy, proud grin on his face.

"The best is yet to come." He states. "Some really cool stuff is in the works."

"I'm glad to hear that because I actually am a fan of you guys' so that's a good word from you." He tells him.

"Great." Nikki says, his bare foot kicking at mine under the table.

I kick back as Len is oblivious and continues asking questions.

"Are you into their music, too, or are you just along for the ride because you kind of have to be?" He nods to me as Nikki and I are now in a kicking war, despite acting like nothing's happening.

"Yeah, I like their music."

He looks a little taken back by my answer.

"You listen to Mötley Crüe without obligation?"

"Well, yeah." I tell him.

"She looks like a frilly flower girl so you don't expect that, right?" Nikki asks, and I kick him under the table and he kicks me back, again.

"What else do you listen to?" Len asks me.

"A little bit of everything. If it's catchy or has a good groove to it, it doesn't matter the artist, I'll buy it. I listen to ABBA, Chaka Khan, Hank William's Jr, Deep Purple, BeeGees..."

"And everything in between?"

"And everything in between." I chuckle. "I also have Bon Jovi but Nikki's always trying to steal it and get rid of it."

"You don't like Bon Jovi?" Len asks, seemingly insulted and Nikki looks at me with cut eyes and a devious smirk, like he's gonna get even with me, later.

"I like Jon, I've hung out with him several times, he's a cool guy. Vocally, he nails it every time. Lyrically, musically, I can't fucking stand it. It's like being stuck on the tea cups at Disney. You wanna get off before you throw up."

"So, you don't mind ABBA, but Bon Jovi's a no-go?"

"...Basically..." He rubs his eye. "But, I mean, I might tolerate some of it if she put it on and started doing a little strip tease or something. I'd consider it, then."

I glare at him and Len laughs, as Nikki smiles innocently at me.

Once we're done eating, we offer a tour of the house, which Len eagerly accepts.

"Obviously, living room." Nikki motions.

"What happened to the ceiling?" He asks, noticing the empty ceiling space.

"Nikki thought it would be smart to throw a baseball in the house. The whole ceiling suffered." I lie and Len raises his brows.

"I bet that was fun to clean up."

"We wouldn't know, we paid someone to come out here and do it for us." Nikki mumbles. "Alright, awards and achievements." He says next, motioning to his freshly reframed gold and platinum disc awards, and my ballet trophies I've racked up from childhood to the beginning of senior year, that Nikki practically made me put on display when we moved in because he thinks it's something I should be proud of enough to showcase to people.

"Guest bedrooms, and bathroom down here." Nikki motions down the hall. "Garage, here." We walk down a couple of steps to the garage door and open it up, switching on the light.

His bike, his Corvette and mine, greet us and Len nods.

"Nothing too extravagant." He voices to us.

"I'm looking at a blacked out Mercedes right now, I might end up getting it soon." Nikki tells him.

"Oh, really?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I was gonna tell you about it later, babe." He assures me.

"Right, like you told me about the Jeep and the Harley?"

"Ha. Ha." He let's out sarcastically. "We have a pool." He quickly discards our disagreement, leading Len back up the steps and into the house to take him to the pool.

By the time the interview is at a closing, it's almost 1:00pm, and I hope he has enough material to make a decent article.

"Thanks for letting me come by, I really do appreciate it." Len thanks us, shaking my hand before shaking Nikki's hand one last time. "It was really an honor get to talk to you, man, good luck with the album. Can't wait to hear it."

"Thanks." Nikki replies.

"Alright, you two take care, have a good evening." He tells us, turning to walk to his car.

"You, too." Nikki says before shutting the door.

When it's shut, he's turning to look down at me.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"I'm probably gonna go get some stuff from town." He states and I nod.

"Okay, I'm probably about to hangout by the pool with Karen for a few minutes." I tell him, heading to our bedroom to put my swimsuit on.

I hear the fridge open and shut--he's grabbing some of his heroin--before he's telling me he'll be back in a few minutes.

Once the garage door shuts, I'm stepping out to find Karen in her bedroom.

"Hey," I start and she looks up from where she's laying on her bed, reading. "I was gonna go lay out for a few minutes, do you wanna come?"

"Yeah, I'll be out there in a second. Let me get changed."

The phone starts ringing and I head to answer it, hoping it's not someone calling to tell me Nikki's been in an accident.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Steven's voice happily declares on the other end of the line.

"Happy Valentine's Day." I reply, stepping to the kitchen to grab a Pepsi from the fridge.

"I-Is Sixx around?"

"Not right now, he's running errands in town." I explain to him.

"Oh...well when he gets back can you get him to call me back?"

"Yeah. Is everything alright?"

"It's perfect. Love you. Gotta go." He abruptly hangs up and I furrow my brows a little, hanging the phone back up.

A few minutes into sunbathing, I'm laying on my stomach with my bikini string untied as Karen chats away while I drift in and out of sleep.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom." Karen tells me, getting up off her pool chair, heading into the house.

I give her a wave of my hand without opening my eyes, letting out a relaxed breath.

My body tenses for a moment at the feeling of Nikki's lips pressing the center of my spine, working their way up to my hair.

"Hi." I say, sitting up, tying my top back into place as he sits on my chair beside me. "Steven called and wanted you to call him back."

"He called again just when I got in so I already talked to him." He tells me and I nod. "I was out getting stuff for tonight." He wiggles his brows for a second and I try not to laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Some more wine for me, the fizzy grape juice for you, and some more candles."

"You don't like just screwing around with a candle on because you can't see everything." I point out and he smirks.

"I didn't buy them for light." He says and I raise my brows, a lusty feeling washing through me at the thought.

"Race you to the bedroom!" I shout, about to take off but he grabs at my hips and pulls me down to his lap, laughing at my eagerness. "Nikki, we don't have time to waste. I have carbonated grape juice to sip on and hot candle wax to be dripped in, and that's not even including the sleazy stuff that follows, so c'mon." I struggle to pull his arms from around my waist so I can get free.

"Viv, we'll get to that later tonight, you gotta get ready for your surprise." He tells me.

"I have a surprise?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

"A surprise."

"Nikki."

"Viv."

"...Fine." I huff and he let's me out of his lap, handing me the roses he got me. "Where is this surprise?"

"Can't tell you. Just get changed, dress up a little bit if you want to." He tells me.

I guess he thought since he had died the year before, he should put his all into making up for it the following year.

I have to give it to him, he outdid himself that Valentine's Day...but he had some help.

"Okay, no peeking." Nikki says to me after securing the blindfold around my eyes and I grin, my hand in his as he helps me out of his Corvette.

I'm taken off guard by him suddenly picking me up, shutting the passenger side door with his foot.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle out.

"I don't want you to walk and hear your steps because it'll spoil the surprise."

"I feel you struggling to keep me up." I say to him, poking fun.

"I'm not struggling."

"Okay but if you drop me, I'm kicking your ass." I add.

"I'll kick your ass right back." He scoffs.

"Okay, then put me down and let's go, Sixx. Best two out of three."

"You're like a baby bird: all mouth." He taunts me.

"You're a baby bird: all whining."

"Virgin Vivian."

"Devil Spawn."

"Are you ready to see your surprise or are you gonna keep running your mouth?" He asks and I roll my eyes behind the blindfold and exhale.

"Fine."

He sets me down, and my heels click against the sound of wood.

"Alright, ready?"

"Yes."

The blindfold comes off, and Steven's firing off one of those tiny confetti poppers as he, Nikki and Duff all saying, "Tada!" at the same time.

We're standing inside of Mandy's old rehearsal space, except it's not shitty looking anymore.

The holes in the ceiling are patched up, it's got new lights, the floors are fresh and the once scratched up and worn down mirror is replaced, completely brand new.

I can't even form words, my eyes watering, my hand grasping Nikki's tightly.

"What do ya think?" Duff asks me.

"I-I..." I try to talk, but can't.

"Do you like it?" Nikki asks next and I'm turning to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, nearly knocking him off balance. "Woah." He laughs, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

I'm wiping my tears when I pull away, catching his lips with mine when he leans down to kiss me for a second.

Knowing Duff was the one who bought the place from Mandy to begin with, I hug him to me next.

"Thank you." I sniffle out to him, giving him a tight squeeze before pulling away.

"It wasn't a problem, Viv." He assures me as Steven clears his throat.

"I wiped the finger prints off the mirror." He tells me and I smile, hugging him, too.

"Thank you." I say, ruffling his fluffy blonde hair.

Duff's grasping my hand, turning it over so my palm is facing upward before he's putting a key in it, closing my fingers around it.

I give him a genuine, grateful, closed-lip smile, and he returns it, his kind eyes seeming to have a spark of extra liveliness from being in his element of doing good things to make people happy.

I swear I can see Nikki scowling at us from the corner of my eye, but the look is gone from his face as soon as it arrives.

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I'M OBSESSED WITH THE STYLES GANG! Can you please write more with six kids in it so we can get to know the kids better? Please pleaase please! Thanks!

Thank you anon! Here I’ve got something for you. This is where the kids are older (17-26) and they’re the guests for The Late Late Show with James Corden. The format in this one is different than the ones I usually write but it’d be easier for you to read I reckon. Let me know what you think and I hope you like it!

James Corden: Oh hello, you beautiful lot! God, it’s been ages since the last time I saw you guys. How are you?

All kids: Good! Great!

James Corden: How’s mum and dad?

Eleanor: Uhm, you saw them, like, ten minutes ago back there…

James Corden: I know but it’s on the script, E… *cackles* you made me look bad on my own show

All kids: *burst into laughter*

Eleanor: Hahaha, sorry uncle James

James Corden: Apology accepted, Princess George of Cambridge *smirks*

Victoria: Whoooops

George: *smirks*

Charlotte: Not me, E… not me… *shrugs*

Charles and James: *burst into laughter*

Eleanor: Oh God *cheeks turning red*

James Corden: Hahahaha I’m sorry sweetheart. Okay, I’m not. But let’s get started! Each of you says your name and age

George: Oldest to youngest? Or?

James Corden: Yeah I think that’s a good idea

George: Okay, hello I’m George and I’m 26

Eleanor: I’m Eleanor and I’m 24

Victoria: Hi, I’m Victoria and I’m 22

James Corden: *starts singing* I don’t know about you~ but I’m feeling twenty-two~

Eleanor: Dad… not me *waves hands to the camera*

Charles: Uncle James, dad… *points to James*

James Corden: Oh you’re a brood of snitches

All kids: *burst in laughter*

James Corden: Okay, go on

James: I’m James, one of the most eligible bachelors in Great Britain and Northern Ireland and I’m 20

James Corden: *snorts* Well mate, I don’t doubt it

Charlotte: Hello, I’m Charlotte. He’s *looks at James* 20, which makes me… wait-

Charles: 17, duh!

Charlotte: Heey! *playfully hit Wolfgang’s biceps* but yeah I’m 17

Charles: I’m Charles and I’m the baby of The Styles Gang. I’m 4 minutes younger than Charlotte, so I’m also 17.

All kids: *burst in laughter*

James Corden: *shakes his head in laughter* Alright so I’m gonna pass this bowl around. Each of you gets to pick one tiny paper from there and when you pick it, you read the question that’s written in there out loud and each of you have to answer. You can answer at the same time as well if you’ve got the same answer. Ready?

All kids: Yes!

James Corden: Here you go, George

George: Alright *picks one* wait- it’s blank

James Corden: Who put it there?! *looks at the crew and chuckles*

George: Another blank. Seriously? *chuckles* ah, this one’s not blank. Alright, ‘When you wanted something, would you go to mum or dad? Or both?’

Victoria: Well, 101, you can’t go to both

James: Yeah, they’re always on the same page

George: Absolutely. When you asked mum and she said no, then you asked dad…. you’re in deep shit

Charlotte: Seriously, it’s a big deal

Eleanor: I did that and I thought I was never gonna see the daylight again *chuckles*

All kids: *laugh hysterically*

Victoria: I remember she was so scared she thought she was gonna die

James Corden: Hahahaha, how old were you?

Eleanor: Twelve? Thirteen? Couldn’t remember exactly but it was around that

George: I feel like it depends on their moods. Like, if I wanted something and I wasn’t sure how mum and dad feel about that, I’d wait until Saturday to ask them because they always wake up on their best mood literally every Saturday. I’m not kidding.

James: This is disgusting but I’m almost certain they do it every Friday night

The girls: IEWWWW! *scrunch their faces at James*

George and Charles: *shake their heads in laughter*

James: Seriously

George: You’re right. They always ditch us and go on a date night every Friday night so that makes sense

James: And you do realise how bright and chirpy they’re every Saturday, right?

James Corden: Oh yeah that’s solid right there. They definitely do it.

Charles: Also it depends on what you’re asking. If you’re asking for permission to do something then it’s mum. But if you’re asking for something, like a toy or gadget or something like that, then go to dad because dad is less fussy with that.

George: Oh yeah, that’s true! *pass the bowl to Eleanor*

Eleanor: Alright, ‘If you had children which one of your siblings would you trust to look after them?’ oh, none of these lot! I don’t trust them, I’d give them to mum and dad.

All kids: *burst in laughter*

James: Hey! You can trust me! M’gonna be t’best uncle, y’know!

Eleanor: I’m certain you’re gonna be the best uncle but I don’t trust you to parent my kids *cackles*

Charlotte: Honestly that’s a good choice, just give ‘em t’mum and dad. They won’t mess them up.

All kids: *burst in laughter*

Victoria: Alright, ‘What was your siblings’ pet names or nicknames?’ hmm, so George has always been Georgie. Eleanor is E, mine’s Viv. James is Jamesies, Charles is Charlie and Charlotte is Lola, so we used to refer to the twins as Cbeebies... you know, Charlie and Lola

James Corden: Did you guys see your dad’s bandmates a lot?

George: We went to the same school as uncle Ni’s kids, Luke and Emma, so we saw him a lot. And I was in the same football club as Luke until we were around twelve.

Victoria: Eleanor and I had ballet class with Poppy, uncle Mitch’s daughter so we saw him quite often too

James Corden: Oh that’s neat! Alright, keep going

James: ‘What was the last text you sent to each other?’ well we’ve got a group text so we usually just talk there. But wait, let me check for the private ones. *scroll through his phone* oh, it’s for Charlie *chuckles* I said, “do not come home now, mum’s pissed at dad.”

All kids: *burst in laughter*

Charles: Tha’ was last week, wasn’t it? *cackles*

James: Yeah. Mum and dad rarely fight but when they do, it’s a bloody war zone.

Charlotte: *picks one* ‘If you got a call that your sibling was in jail, what would be the first crime that comes to mind?’ Charlie or James would probably about public urination or something like that

All kids: *burst in laughter*

James: Heey!

George: Well you did pee in public in LA once

James: Tha’ was probably when I was like seven or something

George: No, that was last year!

All kids: *burst in laughter*

Charles: *picks one* ‘Who cooks best? Mum or dad?’ oh absolutely mum. Dad’s shit at cooking!

Victoria: I swear he can only cook two things: that brussels sprouts thing and chicken soup. Tha’s it.

Eleanor: But he’s good at baking

George: Mum’s good at baking too

James: Mum’s good at everything

Charles: *cough* kiss-arse *cough*

All kids: *burst in laughter*

James: Alright, we’ve still got some questions left so I think we can do another round. Your turn again, George!

George: *picks one* ‘Who’s closest to mum? And who’s closest to dad?’ I think us boys are closer to mum and the girls are closest to dad

Charlotte: True!

Eleanor: ‘What is the dumbest decision your sibling has ever made?’ *cackles* oh God. Okay, I’ve got that fly story on the top of my head now.

All kids: *burst in laughter*

Eleanor: Tell it, Viv!

Victoria: Oh God. Alright, so I was around eight or something. We had little cows on the window sill in front of the kitchen sink and one day I was in charge of the washing up after breakfast. It was Saturday I think. Suddenly I saw a fly out of nowhere when I was rinsing the dishes and I didn’t know what I was thinking, but…

James Corden: Oh I think I know where this is going… *cackles*

James: Poor little cows…

Victoria: I was like… “fly!” and eight year old me thought the smartest thing to do was to throw one of the cows to the fly. It missed so I threw another one. When it finally went out of the window, I realised I broke literally every single cow on the window sill. The broken piece was scattered all over the kitchen. Some on the floor, on the sink, even on the counter. Then I remember dad walking into the kitchen and he was like, “bloody’ell!” I was so scared but he just sighed and said, “let’s clean that up before mummy gets home.” Then we went all over London looking for bloody cows to replace them.

James Corden: Did your mum notice that the cows were different?

Eleanor: F’course she did, they couldn’t find cows so they brought home some ducks.

All kids: *burst in laughter*

George: Did you guys remember that kitchen accident?

James: Oh I was thinking about that too *chuckles*

James Corden: What? Another kitchen accident?! Styles you should’ve put a hidden camera in the kitchen!

All kids: *burst in laughter*

James: Alright, so we used to circle around the kitchen. All of us. We’d walk on top of the counter then climb up to the fridge and then get down to the counter on the other side before jumping to the kitchen island and then back to the counter over and over again.

Victoria: The rule was we couldn’t touch the floor *chuckles*

James: Mum just had the twins so she was napping with the babies and the rest of us were in the kitchen. George was here, Eleanor was there and Victoria too. I was on top of the fridge and I wanted to jump straight away to the island instead of going down to the counter first.

George: The thing was, there was an open box of cereal on the island and a jug of milk

James Corden: ……oh God *hands over his mouth*

Eleanor: We cheered him on. Like, clapping our hands

Victoria: We even chanted, “do it! do it!”

James: So I did. I jumped superman style. There was a tick of silence.

Eleanor: The kitchen was a shambles. The milk was all over the place, the cereal too! *snorts*

George: I’m the oldest so I knew I needed to act tough. I was like, “alright, s’okay, we’ve got this. We just ‘av t’clean it up.”

James Corden: Did you manage to clean the evidence?

Victoria: Here’s the funny part: we did clean the kitchen, but it turned out there was a camera in the corner. We made a home video almost every day and that’s why it was there and none of us suspected anything but it turned out that it was recording the whole time!

James Corden: Oh God, did your parents say anything?

Eleanor: They did eventually, yeah, but it was like a couple weeks later.

Victoria: Alright, is it my turn again? *picks one* ‘Are you closer now or when you were younger?’ I think we’ve always been this close. Growing up of course we had friends outside but we spent most of our time playing with each other. And sure we don’t live in the same house anymore now so things change a bit but we still see each other at least three times a week and we never stop talking in the group text so really nothing has changed.

James Corden: Aw, that’s sweet!

James: Alright, *picks one* ‘Which one is most likely to have a big family?’ oh Eleanor for sure. She’ll have a whole brood of little royals. *smirks*

Eleanor: *throws a pillow at James*

All kids: *burst in laughter*

George: James, mate, she’s gonna kill you *cackles*

James: Absolutely not, my sister loves me dearly. Right, sis?

Eleanor: I am NOT talking to you!

James: Eh, fair enough *snorts*

Charlotte: *picks one* ‘What was the biggest lie, you sibling ever told your parents?’ I couldn’t remember why but one time Charlie was so pissed at me and he came to dad and told him the worst thing he could possibly think of… he told dad I was a drug dealer.

James Corden: NO WAY! *burst in laughter*

Charlotte: Dad was like, “no, Charles, she’s not. She’s nine.” and the best thing was that dad pulled the exact same thing when he was six or something and told nana the exact same thing about auntie Gem.

George: It’s so funny every time nana tells us a story about dad because he was basically Charlie and Charlie was basically little Harry. They look exactly the same, they’ve got the same terrible sense of humour, they’re basically the same person *chuckles*

Charles: Well, good thing he’s my dad. If he’s not that’d cause a big problem right there

All kids: *bursts in laughter*

James Corden: Alright, the last question is all yours Charles

Charles: *picks one* ‘What is one thing that you really admire about your parents?’ hmm, I’d say how they love each other? That’s… man, I want to have a relationship like that one day. They disgusted us on a daily basis–still do by the way–and we always pretended that we were gonna puke every time they kissed in front of us but it’s just so amazing to see, y’know? Believe it or not they still bloody flirt all the time and yeah that’s absolutely disgusting to witness but s’also amazing.

George: That’s true, but I also wanna add about their patience? I mean they almost never raised their voice at us and I know we did some pretty messed up things when we were little that sounds funny now, sure, but it wasn’t back then.

Charlotte: Oh yeah! Usually, we’d just get “I’m disappointed in you.”

James Corden: I’ve known your folks long before you were here and I’ve always known that all six of you are gonna turn out amazing because you were raised by the coolest, best, most amazing parents out there. Hell, Styles, adopt me please! *high fived all kids*

All kids: *burst in laughter*

James Corden: Thank you for coming! S’really good to see you guys.

All kids: You’re welcome!

#harry styles #harry styles imagines #harry styles concepts #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #dad!harry #husband!harry #the styles gang #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #baby styles

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Rio & Indie

Bants, partying, discussing Drew’s antics, Buster and that camgirl life.

Rio: You drum safe, younger? or you been mashing all night wit rudeboy that was way too amp chirpsing at you? blates your type i thought 😉😂 Indie joined the chat 3 hours ago Indie: me and baggamanz 5-0! if you want amp its dem feds! 💀 They was finkin they all bad got me bennin but it's cotch now I can chirpse my way outta mad things 😂😝 Indie: rudeboy was crump tho yeah 😍 Rio: Is it? They always been inner wastemans but your old man the one that gotta cotch tbh wifey. Gotta be LONG still dealing with all their reh teh teh at his age, even if he's still buff n shit Rio: look at my galdem, finkin she mad bad now she got dem titties Rio: so proud 😍 Indie: innit 🙄 nah dem jakes wanted to roll with me ONLY but I got dem reckonin they slipped 😈 trouble in these endz? Couldn't say po i'm just a nextman 👼 Indie: all while my da out shottin Indie: Such jokes! So you link wit hubz when I was back in me yard? Rio: flatroofin n gassin way too extra on that bullshit babe got me creasin here 😂😘 Rio: peak Rio: fuck nah he got me vexed Rio: i ain't fucking wit him rn, bare dry wit his jealousy 'cos i linked with that bloke at the marker last nite Indie: 'llow it 🍼 he so extra  it ain't like you bredding 👴 is he bait or what? 😕 ex hubz be out here like he ain't crutterz Indie: boi you dashed now. I'll give him air later Indie: you should roll w that dj from the other day Rio: init tho! he's gotta go tbh babe, or i have. making daily grind bare dred, getting lairy with punters when a bitch is just pulling pints n bein' polite for the $$$ Rio: might see if they lookin' for new blood in his club then Rio: tho, track record proves that ain't the best idea 😂 i could sugar baby full time at this point but i like the scene still, n i can keep an eye on you, lil miss jailbait gettin' rude😘 Rio: i've been looking into other shit but...i dunna...you might think its bare skanky, never mind it ain't something i can proudly tell the fam 🙊 Indie: He's peepin for bare gyaldem 😆 I threw my hat in but he's lookin for dem olders like. I acted proper vexed shouting like I'm bare legal but he dashed me out ⛔ Indie: Standard but you can seckle babe I don't need no watching Indie: is it? ah nam? What's the vibe u gonna bredd them for 💰💰 Rio: Baby girl... 😂 going from actin like u grown to having a straight up tantrum, only u 😘 u gotta act like u not bothered boo, too hype for your own good sometimes, listen to muvva 💋 Rio: alright but i like cotchin wit chu! u too grown for me now?! Rio: 😭 Rio: rahhhhhh ok Rio: basically, cam girling, but it ain't necessarily what u think Rio: u can do what you want, like u don't have to wank or even get naked or anything Rio: as long as u set out ur vibe n intentions, if the punters vibe with what you doin, u can earn like 100euros an hour, which ain't to be sniffed at when all i'd be doing is chillin Rio: like lots of girls just chat, blokes are bare lonely out here, or i could smoke a bowl, whatevs, like lbr, i'm probably gonna be in my good undies 'cos why not, obvs the more you do the more money, like the sugar baby shit... Rio: what u think, have i lost it? 😵 Indie: Skeen! Watch when I'm 18 I'll be out there earning 🎂 by eating it. I've spied that b4 it'd be sick bet that shit i'll be rinsed when i'm grown tho raah 😡 Indie: you still gonna smoke w you wifey innit? Indie: it got me wilding but only cos its bare boss get ur crust babe 🤑 Rio: i know what you mean, those asian girls eat mad cals, you'd be beast at that Rio: i'd be an actual beast tho, like heffer not hefner namean Rio: and duh! tho u can't come on stream, u really too lil for that and i ain't catching a charge for directing and distributing that kinda filth 😂 Rio: maybe ur dad will fund me 🤑😍 promo his merchandise for some good good 😈😇 hehehe Indie: allow it bitch u chung! dont be skippin no meals 2 draw in dem heads 😘 Indie: he'd love that hype shits getting militant in this endz way he's spittin when he rolls back to this drum Indie: the tourists reckon his gear aint off the hook 😩 Rio: 😘 u always know how to gas this bitch up, love chu Rio: imma start setting it up then, been thinkin' bout it for time but you know, thinkin what if chiefs give my youngers shit at school 😤 Rio: i don't want that, you know? i think most of the fam would be chill if they found out, or would just not step up to shout about how chill they ain't, keep it to themselves like but... always gonna be one cunt ain't there Rio: speaking of, have u seen buster mckenna about? 😂 Indie: I'll watch for them too standard. No chance of any getting owned then like Indie: nah I've seen his sister some ways but he don't venture to my ends in dem garms mandem get wiped the fuck out Indie: He vexing u? Rio: You're a 💎 Rio: Yeah Nance is chill, you probs got her shook wild child 😬😵 but she's solid Rio: Not even but lowkey, yeah! Rio: Idk where u was...I think your old man wanted a quiet one in for a change, chinese and old eps of only fools, I think ANYWAY Rio: I saw him out and was shook myself 'cos he never comes round these ends no more, too good or sum shit; so I was telling him off, but like jokes too, for not seeing his sister enough and he was such a prick, I can't even explain gurl Rio: Mans so in love with himself he thinks everyone else is too, including me like 'low it boy Indie: raah he's your fam and he wanna be bae 😵 allow it chief like you're peng but thats amp boi Indie: want me to merk him Rio: Bahaha that would be so jokes babe but not gon' help him think I'm not obsessed wit him if i set my wifey on him, like 🙄 Rio: he won't be here long anyway, then i won't see him 'til the next family function and so many of us no need to chat is there? Indie: Set him up with your stream link make him pay for being so hype 🤑 Rio: 🤢😂 you just as bad as him, gurl honestly! that's what i'm tryna avoid, imagine how much of a twat he'd be if he knew, he already thinks i'm a thot without knowing i'm hoeing lowkey 😎💋 Indie: what's that wasteman know cept how to drop 💰 on cardigans or some shit Rio: truuuuuu 😂 Rio: fuck him Indie: don't tho 😝 Rio: behave 😤🤢😂 Rio: he has grown bad like but not that bad Indie: hit me with a pic bitch I'll judge cos you're beefin & he blood like Rio: [sends Instagram link] Rio: he fucking knows it like he's never got clothes on but i can't chat shit there can i 🙊 Indie: bruv i'm gassed 💓 imma add him 🙈 peak Rio: indie! have u not been listening to me Rio: he's practically ur fam too u better not bitch Indie: not bothered 😍😈 Indie: Don't be moist like Indie: I can lips him he ain't nothing to me yet Rio: he remembers you when u was wettin in ur pampers in all the ways, babe, i don't think he's gonna go for it somehow Rio: and i ain't having it, militant like, fuck w me Indie: Law it Indie: I'm grown now and he proper is Rio: no means no lil thirsty ass Indie: You dry 😏 Rio: someone's gotta be 💦 Indie: 😂 Indie: You comin round 4 a bowl or you too hyped about mckenna like Rio: if u don't seckle imma block a bitch swear down 😤 Rio: course tho, see u in 5 💋 Indie: jam wifey you just get treckin its breakfast time no more mad bants 🤞

#what a wild ride lol

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A.N : i miss writing ab mpreg hahah .. dont mind me TT

TW : emeto, mpreg

Hoseok breathes heavily, staring at his dinner last night that already morph into a thick liquid covering the trash below him. He spits before he gurgles more of vomit down, splattering into the trashcan. His hand clenched around the sides of his stomach, as he feels it churning uncontrollably, making the wave of nausea didn't stop and he keeps retching, emptying whatever he ate for dinner from his stomach. He was about to crouch down as his legs feel weak and his hand that had been steadying him on the fridge beside the trashcan start to feel numb when an arm wrapped around his midsection, securing him from fall over.

"Jin-hyung", he croaked out, trying to turn around to face him but another round of vomit already rushing from his throat, making him ducked his head to the trashcan again.

" Good morning sweetheart", Seokjin greets, sleepiness still thick in his voice as his hand massages the vomiting male nape. Hoseok coughs into the trashcan, trying to get rid of the bile that stuck its way up his throat. It takes him a moment, but he finally manages to stand straight after throwing up his stomach content into the trashcan with a disgusted look on his face.

"Morning hyung", Hoseok greets back, as he walks past the older to grab the tissue and wipes his runny nose.

Seokjin trailed behind him, grabbing two glass and fill it with water, sliding one for Hoseok that now laying his head on the counter, feeling extremely exhausted even though he just wake up, " Here, drink this. Your throat must be hurt" Seokjin says as he passes the water to Hoseok who accepted the offer without a word.

Hoseok drank half the water before he handed it to Jin, watching the elder put away the glass. He sat down beside him and Hoseok immediately curled himself in Seokjin, "Have a rough morning, hm?", Seokjin asks, wrapping his hand around the younger's waist who lean closer and rest his head on Seokjin's chest, sighing in relief.

"I can't believe I threw our dinner up last night", Hoseok mumbles, tiredness settling over his body.

"Why are you even throwing up?", Seokjin questions

" Want to make breakfast, but the smell of meat in the fridge set me off" , Hoseok explains, his words muffled by Jin's shirt.

"You could wake me up, baby", Seokjin laughs, rubbing a hand up and down Hoseok's arm

" I'm usually fine with it though, but our baby here is making new problems", Hoseok whines as he moves his hand, grazing over his stomach. They only found out 4 weeks ago, after Hoseok tiring himself going back and forth to the bathroom for 2 days that stressed Seokjin out, making the older drag him to the doctor. After that new information, Hoseok's life has completely changed, and so is Seokjin as the younger seems like having a hard time with morning sickness. Seokjin has lost count of how many times he has found his boyfriend hunched over the trashcan or running urgently to the bathroom, like this morning.

"I'm sorry, our little one keeps tiring you out", Seokjin says softly as he pecks the younger stomach, making the latter giggle.

" Now, is our baby up for a breakfast? scrambled egg, toast and some tea?"

Hoseok bites his lips, "It sounds appealing but my stomach hasn't eased up yet"

"Eat it slowly, okay? At least there's something in your stomach", Seokjin says, walking to the other side of the kitchen and start grabbing the ingredients.

" Okay", Hoseok mumbles, supporting his head on his palms as he watches the elder.

--

It has only been 20 minutes from their breakfast. Seokjin was finished taking shower, running his damp hand to his skin, plopping it few times, as he prepared his skincare on the sink. He was about to apply his toner when he heard someone knocking on the bathroom door urgently.

"Hyung",

oh, it's Hoseok.

"Yes baby? What?", Seokjin yells, dropping the toner on his palm.

" Are you still taking long? I need to use the bathroom"

Seokjin frowns, "5 more minutes, Seok-ah"

Hoseok knocking on the door again, "Hyung.. can't wait that long. Please hurry"

Seokjin sighs, "Fine".

He quickly applied his toner and apply some cream, then opened the bathroom door. Hoseok rushing inside, ignoring his boyfriend's confused look and hurriedly open the toilet lead as he let himself hunched over it, just in time as he gurgles what he just ate.

"What happened, baby?", Seokjin asks, concerned as he walks towards Hoseok.

The younger was sweating profusely with his eyes shut tightly, breathing heavily as he continued sending more stream of his stomach content, filling the bowl with rapid pace.

Hoseok opened his mouth and gagged once again, "Your baby ... didn't want ... the breakfast", he groaned, leaning forward, resting his hand on both of his knees, while panting heavily, grimaces when he could see the egg and toast that barely digested floating on the water below.

"Oh God.." Seokjin murmurs.

"Hyung...," Hoseok said weakly, still holding his stomach as he tries to steady his breaths, trying not to throw up again, but failed when his stomach hitched, this time it's the tea that makes the appearance.

"You're okay, baby, just let it out. You will feel better soon", Seokjin coos, caressing Hoseok's hair, as he continues rubbing circles against the younger's back.

Hoseok nods shakily, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he held his stomach, trying his best to control the vomiting. Seokjin kept caressing the younger's hair softly and continuously, as he waited for his baby to finish.

After what seemed like forever Hoseok finally stopped, breathing loudly as he sits back down, leaning against the wall. Seokjin kneels beside his boyfriend and took his forehead in between his hands, rubbing circles against the younger's cheeks gently.

Hoseok leans into Seokjin's touches, relaxing his muscles as he closes his eyes.

"Done?", Seokjin asks, gaining a tired nod from the younger.

"Let's get you clean up", Seokjin stands up, holding out a hand for Hoseok who gratefully takes it, helping himself to the sink to rinse his bland mouth.

" Do you want to take a bath?" Seokjin offers when Hoseok turns the tap off, reaching for the small towel.

Hoseok nods quietly, too tired to say anything at all as he lets Seokjin guide him to the bathtub.

"I'll prepare it for you, stay seated there, I don't want you falling over"

Hoseok chuckles, "I'm not gonna fall over hyung"

"I know", Seokjin smiles, " How are you feeling now?"

"Better. My tummy is feeling less queasy", Hoseok answers truthfully as he rubs the palm of his right hand across his abdomen.

"It's good then", Seokjin says as he checks the water, and grabs the bath bomb. "Which one do you want to use?"

"Oh, i get the privilege of using your precious bath bomb?", Hoseok gasped comically, making the older rolled his eyes, smiling widely.

" Yes dear, please use whatever you like. You can use my bath bombs if you would prefer", Seokjin teases, as he places took one that Hoseok chooses and preparing the bath.

Hoseok giggled, "Thank you, i start to think that it won't be a bad idea to get sick often in front of you. I might use your bath bomb all the time then"

Seokjin scoffed playfully " I will sleep and pretend to not hear every time you throw up after this"

Hoseok gasps, "Hyung!!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!hoseok #caretaker!seokjin #and again another mpreg fic

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A.N : another mpreg story since someone ever .. ask me about taegi. i dont even know what it is since i wrote part of it mindlessly so i am sorry if this is not great T.T and beware of lame ending ((i really dont know how to end a story)) yeah, i hope you like it and haven't get sick of my mpreg stories ... enjoy~ (this from my draft)

another A.N : to everyone that has been sending a request to me.. pls be patient and bear w me im sorry T.T im working on it slowly since my clinical round has started and my brain has been clouded ..

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting, mpreg

Yoongi's fingers curl tightly on the white porcelain as he inhales a wave of nausea. He propped his head on his shaky hands as he brushes his bang back when his body pitches forward with quiet gurgles of his breakfast sliding from his mouth, morph into a brown thick mess on the sink. He inhales a quick breath before he burps more of his stomach content. He shuddered when he could taste the remnants of what he just ate, making his stomach twisted and bring a copious amount down to splatter on the sink. He took a glance at the watch on his right wrists through his glassy eyes. He sniffles. He still has 5 minutes until he needs to be back on the shoot. He quickly rinses his mouth and freshens his face, getting rid of whatever evidence in his face that might indicate he just gets sick as fast as he can. He swallows thickly another urge of vomit that still wants to come out—no, he can't be sick again. he needs to stop because the shoot is waiting.

Yoongi walks out from the bathroom and joining the other that seems like didn't notice when Yoongi disappears for a moment. He plopped himself beside his boyfriend, resting his head on the younger shoulders. He not gonna lie, this pregnancy makes him more clingy. Taehyung turns his head from his phone when he feels the weight on his shoulder, "Hyung?"

Yoongi hums before he tilts his head, "The shoot hasn't started again?"

"Nope, the director still searching for some props", Taehyung answers as he observes his boyfriend that keeps sniffling. " Why are you keep sniffling? Are you catching a cold? sick?"

Yoongi curses his nose that still runny after earlier, "No", he clears his throat in nervousness. He can't make Taehyung—and another member is worried about him being sick, or this shoot would be canceled, knowing Namjoon and Seokjin. Yeah, ever since they found out about his pregnancy, he feels like he's having 6 boyfriends. "My nose is just .. runny. That's it", Yoongi mustered a wide smile, hoping that it would convince the younger. Taehyung didn't eat that half-assed reason. He just gonna point it out but the director cut him off.

They stepped back to the shooting. This time they need to pose while drinking water as it's commercial for kitchen and house supplies. It takes Yoongi the second take of shoot when his throat clogged up, battling between drip of water that could get in or vomit that rushing up. He quickly clamped his mouth that immediately damped with what seems like water after he squelches. He mumbled a short "sorry" before running to the bathroom, again.

Taehyung that has been looking from the side scamper on his feet and followed behind. He managed to catch the older that just burst one of the stall doors and positioned himself hunching over the toilet just in time as water sprayed from his mouth, leaving him coughing after at how uncomfortable the sensation. Taehyung walk in and wrapped his arms around the older torso, keeping him from fall over, looking at how harsh the wave that erupted from Yoongi's body. Taehyung's free hand massaging Yoongi's nape as he retches another stream of clear liquid.

"Gosh hyung, you're only throwing up water", Taehyung murmured, " Have you even eat anything today?"

Yoongi pants and spits the acid saliva in his tongue before he nods, "I have but i already throw it up earlier". Yoongi's breath hitched when his stomach clenched again and gurgles a new round of water up. He shuddered when he could feel the bitter taste of bile slipping on his tongue. He stared blankly at the murky water below and catch a yellow pile there. Ah, he's already empty. But the baby inside of him seems like didn't know that since it keeps making him gagging, making his throat starts to burn as he didn't have anything left except for bile.

"I think you're already empty, sweetheart", Taehyung murmured, looking at his boyfriend that only gagging emptily. Yoongi huffs before he straightened his body and slumped against the wall. Taehyung flushed the toilet and squatted beside the older that now buried his head. If Taehyung is not mistaken, he could hear a sniffling, " Hey, are you crying? What's wrong?", Taehyung brushes his fingers to tucked the older hair and get him to lift his head but it got batted away. Yoongi shakes his head, trying to conceal his emotion but Taehyung's soft voices just make him sobs louder.

They stay like that in silence for few minutes until Yoongi calmed down. Taehyung knows better rather than pressing his boyfriend at times like that. "Do you want to get out from here? We can back to the dressing room or even go home?", Taehyung pleas. As much as he wants to stay with his boyfriend, he thinks that it will be much better if they properly sit down in a comfortable space, not in bathroom stalls. Yoongi sniffs, " My stomach still kinda queasy. What if i need to throw up again?", he mumbled as he rubs the bump that has already shown a bit, "I don't want to run here again. 'm tired, Tae"

"I can get you a trashcan or bag if you're gonna be sick?"

Yoongi pouted deeper, "No, it's gross because i can see—", he shut his eyes at the thought, it makes his stomach twist immediately. He belched emptily into his palm, " No, just. I can't. I don't want it. I rather stay here"

Taehyung sighs, "Then what do you want, hyung? We can't stay here forever"

"Do you think we can go home early?", Yoongi pouts, " I mean, maybe i can finish my shoot and then we go home? You're finished with yours, right?"

Taehyung nods, "Okay, I will try to ask to Namjoon-hyung first", he stands up and stretches his arm for Yoongi to stand up too. " Now let's finish your shoot, hyung"

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They end up going home early since Namjoon didn't give any fights about it—even encouraged it when he locked eyes with Yoongi that already gone pale. Taehyung tossed his keys and coat on the couch before he walks back to where his boyfriend run when they arrived. Bathroom.

"Our little bean here really giving you a hard time, huh?", Taehyung murmured as he found himself rubbing Yoongi's back as the older retches his food to the bowl, again. Yoongi didn't give it a response, too busy to control his stomach that twisting and worked hard to expel crackers he managed to nibbles earlier.

This round finishes rather quickly, but still sucked out the whole energy out of Yoongi's body. "Tae, i really don't want this, I'm tired and my back hurts for always hunching over to throw up. I feel gross and my stomach hurts too", Yoongi rants as he flushed the toilet and wipes his runny nose. It starts to hurt, maybe leaving faint red marks. Taehyung smiles fondly, guilt starts creeping inside him—he wishes he could do more rather than rubbing and comforting his boyfriend when he's sick.

"I'm sorry baby, you're so strong to endure all of this. Just a few months more", Taehyung brushes the older hair that sticks on his forehead, "Hyung, you got some of it on your hair, do you want to take a bath first?"

Yoongi nods, "Yeah, I think I will. I feel hot and gross all over"

Taehyung stands up and turns the warm water on their tub, "Do you want something for me to prepare?"

"Milkshake", Yoongi mumbled softly, almost like a whisper. " What? Come again hyung, i didn't hear you"

"I want a milkshake ..."

Taehyung bites his inner cheeks as he tried so hard to not coos as his boyfriend that fiddle with his sweater and pouting so hard, "Is your craving season already starts, hyung?"

"Go away", Yoongi whines, but he can't help the faint blush on his cheeks that getting redder as Taehyung finally breaks in a laugh. His eyes widened when a soft kiss land on his lips, " No need to pout so hard hyung, milkshake it is"

"Anything else?"

Something flashes in his mind but Yoongi decided to hold back for later or Taehyung will tease him more, "No, that's it. Now shoooo, you have a milkshake to get", Yoongi pushed the younger out of the bathroom and laughs when he heard his grunts from the outside.

"Hyung, what flavor do you want?", Taehyung shouts from the outside.

"Vanilla!", Yoongi shouts back. He stifles a laugh again when he heard Taehyung yelps as someone seems to scold him, " Jin-hyung! i shout because Yoongi-hyung is inside!!", he heard the younger whine.

"Okay hyung, i will go now—Jin-hyung stops hitting me! yes i am going now!!"

Yoongi now goes on full laughing as he relaxed under the warm water.

Yeah, with Taehyung and the rest of the members, he thinks he could get used to all of this.

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

[sicjimin]

Hi! I've been here for quite long times, i enjoy reading sickfic but never make one by myself. So, I want to give it a try? 😅 I'm sorry if this comes out confusing since English is not my first language and I'm not sure about my grammar skills.

Hope you like it ☺

TW: emeto, graphic description of vomiting

Seokjin brushed his hair back as he let out a nauseated huff. His stomach had been rolling and gurgling for the last two hours when he woke up and he’d felt worse and worse as time went on. He has been leaning over the toilet since then, a little portion of his breakfast has made its way out from his stomach but he still feels bad.

He squeezes his eyes shut as a wave of sickness crashed over him.

His tongue lifted in a quiet gag.  He quickly leaned over the toilet, folding his arms tightly across his sore stomach. A long croak came from deep in his throat, and a watery stream of vomit briefly flowed out of his mouth.  He closed his eyes to avoid looking at it billowing away in the water. Another cramp hits him right away, made Seokjin double over even more, and a strangled retch brought up a round of thicker puke.  Chunks plopped into the water in rapid succession. After that, it's like he's getting no rest since his stomach is so eager to let everything out. He's pretty sure his dinner, even his breakfast yesterday makes its way to spill from his mouth. When the first round over, he takes a quick breath.

"Hyung?"

"Yes?"

"Are you okay, hyung? You've been there for an hour" Seokjin can hear Yoongi's voice laced with concern. It's just a matter of time until he decided to break the door and check up on Seokjin himself.

"I'm f-" Seokjin didn't manage to muster a proper answer as a new wave of nausea hits him and he doubled over again, A thick stream of puke is drained from his body like a faucet, filling the toilet halfway with a sickening sound, the puke piling up and up, left Seokjin panting after that. He flushed the toilet and walk to the sink. Trying to refresh himself even though he knows he looks like shit now. His lips lost it's colors and his cheeks brimmed with tears that slip during the episode he had.

Seokjin opens the door and meets the worried eyes of Yoongi. He smiles softly. "I'm fine Yoongi-chi, I woke up nauseous and i think it's just the last dinner didn't agree with me. But i'm okay now"

Seokjin completely know that he can't fool Yoongi with that. and he also knows that he's nowhere between 'Okay' because he still can feel his stomach churning. But he hopes that the younger gonna let this matter go because he didn't want to be a burden. He's the oldest after all.

"You're sick, aren't you?" Yoongi asks.

Seokjin shakes his head. He can't answer with a proper "No" because he already can feel saliva filling his mouth. But shaking his head is another worst decision because the room is tilting now. He almost lost his balance if Yoongi didn't have fast reflexes and catch him.

"Hyung!" Yoongi eyes go wide when he sees Seokjin's legs gave up. "Let's get you to the bed, you're totally sick"

"No .. Yoongi, I'm so nauseous i think i'm going to puke again" Seokjin mumbles weakly. Covering his mouth with one hand, trying to keep his stomach content down as he speak.

"Wait, shit. okay" Yoongi is clearly panicking now. He never sees the oldest being this weak. He guided Seokjin back to the bathroom. Seokjin hurrying himself to open the lid as his body lurched forward. He closed his eyes again and hung onto the toilet seat as his body shook with a violent heave.  Thick torrents of vomit showered into the water. Seokjin paused, belched loudly, and threw up some more.

“That’s it,” Yoongi soothed.  "Get rid of it all.“

Seokjin rocked with shuddering retches as clear bile spills from his mouth and splashed noisily into the toilet.

This round was more intense than the first, but over more quickly.

At last the heaving tapered off, leaving Seokjin exhausted but feeling slightly better.  Yoongi brought him a cup of water to rinse his mouth and flushed as he spits it back out.

"I'm tired Yoongi" Seokjin mumbled weakly, clearly exhausted.

"I know hyung, let's get you to bed and try to eat some soup. So your stomach won't be empty and you can take some medicine to make you feel better, okay?"

Seokjin just nods tiredly since he didn't have any energy left. The thought of getting something to eat already makes his stomach protest but he knows he needs to do it if he wants to feel better tomorrow. They have a schedule tomorrow, he can't be sick that long.

Seokjin dozed off and just a slip away to sleep when Yoongi come back to their room with a bowl of soup and some medicine. He manages to get down 5 spoons of soup and his medicine. Yoongi is okay with that too, he can make Seokjin eat something again in few hours.

"Do you want to watch movies or just sleep hyung?"

"Lets watch some movies, i dont think i can sleep"

Yoongi nods and slips beside Seokjin, choosing some movies they both can watch. It's just 15 minutes into the movie when he can hear steady breathing from Seokjin. He fell asleep. Yoongi just smiles at the sight and hoping that the older will feel better once he wakes up. It really breaks his heart to see a cheerful Seokjin just has no energy like this. Yoongi decided to not leave the bed and just playing mindlessly with his phone.

Seokjin wakes to Yoongi curled up on the his side with his own blanket. He’s wrapped in it and staring at the TV with his mouth open lazily. He wasn’t sure what had woken him, only that his sleep had come to a very sudden end. After few minutes of regaining consciousness, he's aware of nausea that pooled in his stomach as it sloshed and roiled beneath his touch. He sat up slowly, trying hard not to jostle himself too much.

"Hyung? You gonna be sick again?"

Seokjin nods as he scrambles to let himself out of blanket and run to the bathroom. The soup and the medicine he digests earlier are now being flushed from the toilet. Yoongi stays by his side, trying to give some comfort as he's busy clearing his stomach content.

Seokjin was certainly sick. He can't keep anything down and keep feeling nauseous the whole day. Negative thought has been clouding himself that night after he trying to get a few bites of crackers down. What if he still sick tomorrow? He can't mess up with the schedule. He didn't want to be a hassle to the group.

Seokjin was too caught up in his mind and get startled by Yoongi's voice.

"Just sleep hyung, i can hear your mind running from here"

Seokjin giggles and drifting himself to sleep, hoping that he will feel better by tomorrow.

Morning comes, and Seokjin is doomed. He woke up to another wave of nausea crashed over him.

"Shit " The bug still won't leave his body and they have schedule today. Seokjin tries to control his breathing, so he didn't need to be in the bathroom this morning and he can convince Yoongi that he feels better. He wants to go to the schedule. He doesn't want to make them reschedule just because he's sick. So, Seokjin pulls himself from the bed and makes his way to the kitchen —just like he usually does, so the members will believe that he's already feeling better, even though he's not. He's in the midway of making himself chamomile tea, determined that it will be his breakfast and it will help his rolling stomach to feel better, when Yoongi make his way down.

"Hyung? what are you doing here? Are you already feeling better?"

Its adorable to hear Yoongi's voice that still thick with sleepiness. His eyes don't even fully open yet. Seokjin giggles at the sight. "Yes i'm feeling better Yoongi-chi, thank you"

"You're saying the same yesterday yet you almost fainting in front of me. I don't believe you hyung" Seokjin catches a slight tease in Yoongi's remarks but Yoongi makes some point there. He can't deny that.

"What should i do so i can convince you that i already feeling better?"

"Eat some crackers again hyung, if you manage to keep it down until all the members get down, I believe you"

Seokjin gulps. He knows that he still can't digest that damn cracker. Hell, even the tea he sips earlier still sits heavily in his stomach. But he really needs to make Yoongi believe that he can go to work with the others today. His throat tightens.

"You're still sick, aren't you?" Yoongi smirks, challenging Seokjin. He just wants his hyung to admit defeat, that he still feeling sick so he can tuck the older to the bed and let him rest for the day. But he knows that his hyung is just too stubborn for himself.

"No, i'm not"

Yes, Seokjin just that stubborn. So he picks a cracker and takes a bite. He can feel the cracker sits heavily with the tea he sips earlier. Ready to come back out. But he can't do that with Yoongi's eyes watching him intensely, waiting for Seokjin to toss his cookies and admit his loss. He manages to eat a whole cracker down.

"See? I can eat that, so i'm fine"

"No, dont be too happy hyung. I still need to know if you can keep that down until at least one hour" Yoongi says nonchalantly.

Then they fall into silence. One is too sleepy to make a conversation, and one is too busy to keep his stomach calm.

The members are one by one going down to have breakfast. The kitchen is now filled with the clattering of spoons, plates, and the member's voice. Yoongi is also caught up with his conversation with Namjoon, they both want to finish some beat for their next album after today's interview and meeting.

"Hyung, are you okay? You look so pale" Jimin says softly, voice laced with concern. All attention is now to Seokjin, that lumped against the table, breathing heavily trying to not throwing up.

Jimin want to ask another question when Seokjin suddenly jump and run to the bathroom with one hand clamped over his mouth.

"Tsk, Namjoon-ah, can you call the manager to clear our schedule today? Seokjin hyung is still sick, there's no way we can let him work like that"

"Okay hyung, dont worry. I'll talk to him"

"Thank you" Yoongi musters a soft smile before he makes his way to the bathroom.

His eyes met Seokjin's figures that crouched down in front of the toilet, one hand rubbing his stomach. Yoongi walks to his hyung silently and rubs his back as the older spine curve every heaves he lets out.

"Breathe hyung"

Seokjin's body lurched with another heave. After few moments, he coughed and spits several times, wanting to make sure that his stomach is calm enough to move, and flushed the toilet.

He makes his way to the sink, wants to rinse his mouth to get rid of the taste of bile. His eyes meet Yoongi's, watching the younger says "You're staying at your bed today, and i don't want to hear another argument about this"

Seokjin sighs in defeat, he knows there's no way he can change Yoongi's mind. Maybe, he will do as Yoongi's says since he doesn't have any energy left to work.

"Okay, Yoongi-chi"

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