#jimmy the caretaker

[cowboy-anon]

💝 for Benji, for both jimmy and clay

🔨 for Clay

Thank you for the ask! <3 Benji my beloved lol

Quick CW: Cursing, cutting mention, discussed punishment, implied neglect, implied successful escape, intimate whumper, knife mention, multiple whumpees, pet whump, Stockholm Syndrome, whipping mention

❤️‍🩹 Is there anything you wish your owner did more of?

Benji isn’t amused by this question at all. They say, disgusted, “Clay could leave me alone more. He treats me like a prized pet a little too often. It’d be great if he’d just fuck off for a bit.”

They think then, and respond just a little calmer now, with an exhausted sigh, “Jimmy too. I get what he’s trying to do, make me feel welcome and all, but sometimes you just want a little space to feel… human, you know?”

🔨 Proper punishment is a mark of a good owner, is there a punishment your pet responds to best? Is there one you prefer?

Clay smiles almost sympathetically. “It doesn’t take much to make my dear Benji regret their actions. Whipping…” Clay smiles more. “They’re always calm and quiet after a whipping. But I don’t like ruining them like that, so viciously. So thoughtlessly. I prefer to cut them with a knife, so they have to look into my eyes and acknowledge what they did.” He sighs a bit. “But that hardly ever gets my point across.” As far as Apple, Clay rolls his eyes. “Nothing. Nothing makes him learn. He’s still obsessive and… fucking annoying. And I only ever ‘punish’ him when he’s getting on my last nerve, and then, I just do whatever I feel like. I’d much rather just get rid of him, but Benji likes him so… the best I can do is take my anger out on him.”

#currently hating the mobile version of tumblr lol #those spaces between paragraphs are only one ‘enter’ key’s worth. it just looks so bad #but anyway pfft #thank you for the ask! #pet whump #benji the whumpee #intimate whumper #multiple whumpees #cutting tw #knife tw #whipping tw #stockholm syndrome tw #neglect tw #jimmy the caretaker #clay the whumper #cursing tw #punishment tw

[whumpetywhump]

Remember 15 - Ep. 4

Do not watch this show if you are under 18

#remember 15 #thai drama #aftermath #bandages #bleeding through bandages #too weak to move #concern #bedside vigil #protective boyfriend #caretaker #cradled #coughing #pain #comfort #jimmy karn #tommy sittichok #whump #thai whump #asian whump

[mikrokoskooks]

Hey could you please do something with joon and appendicitis!! i love your works so much! <3

Of course and Ty xx I really love yours too you are so good at writing!!! :)

Tw:Emeto, hospitals mentions of vom!t

Around 2000 and something words might be my longest fic ever haha.

Namjoon's POV

"Hey, Hyung are you alright back there, you've been quiet today," Jungkook says from his seat next to me in the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired" Of course, I'm not actually tired I just don't want to worry Jungkook or the others.

I've been feeling a bit odd lately, and little things keep happening that are making me worry about my health.

Like the last couple of days, I have completely lost my appetite and had these weird cramps in my tummy that come and go. Usually, I'd be stubborn and not tell the others how I feel but something deep down's telling me to say something.

"Actually,  I-" Is all I manage to say before being cut off by Jimin,

"Guys. I don't feel very well"

Oh no.

"Why what's wrong?" Hoseok asks from the steering wheel

"I think I'm car sick" He moans placing a hand on his tummy.

I look over at Jimin and he truly looks awful he's gone all pale and his bangs are stuck to his forehead by sweat. I don't know what's up with him but it doesn't look good. "Here take this," Yoongi says passing him an emesis bag. Jimin and some of the other members get motion sick so we always have some on hand.

While Jimin is breathing heavily into the bag the pain and burning in my stomach grows quickly and I start to feel a bit queasy myself. Jimin lets out a few fairly quiet hiccups but a particularly loud one causes him to throw up quite aggressively into the blue bag.

Taehyung rubs his aching stomach while Jin and Yoongi pat his back, Soon enough Jungkook's unbuckled his seat belt and went to Jimin as well. I don't blame them cause Jimin is clearly unwell I just wish I had said I felt ill earlier so someone could look after me like that.

You know what, I don't even think Jimin's motion sick he's never gotten it this bad before it has to be something else. Like food poisoning?

~~~

When we get back to the dorm Jimin could barely stand up straight from all the vomiting he'd done. All of the others minus me had to hold him up so he didn't fall flat on his (cute) face.

I go into the kitchen and return to the living room with an empty yogurt pot. "Minnie you were eating this earlier right?"

Jimin slowly nods his head, "It's gone off I think it's given you food poisoning," Namjoon says

"It did taste kinda funny.."

"Then why'd you eat it silly, Jin asks half-jokingly before sweetly saying, it's okay anyways we'll help you get better yeah"

See, food poisoning. No motion sickness.

~~~

It's a week later and Jimin is better after he got sick the first time it took him until yesterday to get better. He really had it bad. I, surprisingly feel completely better too. I've managed to get my appetite back and my stomach cramp still come and go but less often than before.

I haven't bothered to tell the others how I felt before because it was never truly the right time with Jimin being sick and all. I was sure it would go on its own and it did so I've nothing to worry about. Plus, we've got a performance on the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon, and I'ts not like my stomach gonna randomly flare up again, is it?

I've jinxed it

As soon as we pull up at the venue I feel my stomach cramp aggressively and gurgle just like it normally does. Unfortunately, it's so much shaper and louder than usual it causes me to groan suddenly, earning me six pairs of concerned eyes staring at me. This time it radiates to his side.

"Namjoon are you okay, Was that your stomach?"

" Yeah, I don't.. feel that well" I blurt out

"Why, what's wrong namjoon-ah?" Seokjin asks me.

"My stomach.. hurts" I whine weakly leaning my head onto the window.

Since the van is now parked Seokjin unbuckles his seatbelt and rests a hand on my forehead "There's no temperature. Have you eaten anything that might be causing this?"

I shake my head, "It's alright though, I can manage" I try to say it as confidently as possible, but there's still a clear whine in my voice.

The car is silent for a minute before Hoseok speaks up, "Okay, If you're sure Joon but if it starts to hurt more tell us ok?"

"Okay"

~~~

As we enter the building the show's staff greet us with warm smiles and waves before leading us off to Jimmy Fallon. We don't have to walk too far as he's at the end of the corridor, but the journey still gets me out of breath. My stomach's probably to blame for that.

When we make it to the end of the not-so-far corridor I feel exhausted, My stomach ache has gotten ten times worse and I could feel my lunch trying to make a reappearance. I'm starting to rethink the performance tonight.

We'd been on the show before so when Jimmy turns around he's thrilled to see us again. He smiles and welcomes us back and then starts to pull everyone into a hug. That's one thing I've always liked about Jimmy he treats us like family. He doesn't just ignore us until we perform he cares about our feelings.

Speaking of feelings, before my hug, Jimmy looks at me worriedly and asks me something. "Hey are you okay buddy, you don't look so good."

"Ah yeah, I've  just got a stomach ache."

I can hear the genuine concern In Jimmy's voice.

"Oh, are you alright to perform? You can rest if you need to."

"I'll be fine I have a very strong immune system you know," Namjoon says making a muscle gesture trying to lighten the mood.

Jimmy chuckles before going over to me a pulling me into another warm gentle hug as he lets go he whispers, "I hope you feel better soon" to me. I say thank you and then we get led to our dressing room.

The first thing others do when they get in is eat some of the food the show had provided. Now despite how good all the food looked, I decide not to eat any. Instead I go to get my makeup and hair done and then go on my phone.

Now, of all the brilliant things I could look up on the internet, I'm stuck looking up pressure points for nausea. Yes, I could just a someone for an anti-nausea pill but then they'd worry and stop me from performing.

Just as I'm about to try the point Jimin comes to check up on me, "Hi hyung, how are you feeling?"

I contemplate telling him the truth but I opt not to instead "I'm fine Jimin"

"Are you sure? You really don't look well"

I tell him I'm fine again and this time he doesn't pry anymore. I glance over at the fast food the others are eating, maybe eating would make my stomach feel less like it's... slowly curdling.

As I walk over to the table a plethora of scents waft up my nose. Now on any other day, I would have loved the smell of McDonald's and KFC frolicking in my nostrils but today my body was just not having it.

Taehyung's POV

I look up to see Namjoon walking to our table, I guess he's feeling slightly better. Before I can open my mouth to ask he makes a 180-degree turn and grabbed a plastic bag from one of the chairs. At first, I thought he was going to use it as a rubbish bag or something but then I heard him gag and my mind was changed.

Normal POV

Namjoon suddenly gags into the plastic bag, his stomach is in knots and he can feel acid moving up his throat. He gags again bringing up a large wave of sick, he barely gets a break before more vomit hits the bag.

Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung all make their way over to Namjoon, they pat his back and mumble sweet nothings into his ear. The vomiting continues for another 5 minutes before the vocalist's stomach lets up. The other Jin and Hoseok watch from afar while Jimin goes to get the staff.

"You okay?" Jungkook asks "Well obviously you're not but..." he trails off. Namjoon shakes his head, "I feel sick. My tummy hurts" he moans grabbing his side. You know stuff is serious when Namjoon says tummy instead of stomach. He drops down to his knees starting to puke into the bag again.

"How long has it been hurting you?" Taehyung asks patting his back. "Two days before Jimin got sick but it wasn't this bad just on and off," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. Taehyung and Jungkook look shocked "Hyung!?" They say in unison "Why didn't u say anything?"

"Didn't... feel, that bad then" he mutters. Jimin soon comes back in with the staff and the company doctor is shocked to see how namjoon looks and it's certainly not good. The doctor checks over the youngest rapper checking his breathing and his temperature.

"39 degrees" the doctor starts tutting "that's not good where abouts does it hurt?" He asks staring at namjoon with urgency.

"It was the middles but but now it's my right side" He says keeping one hand on his abdomen and the other to point. "From what I've seen and what you've told me, it looks like Appendicitis."

The members gasp and one of the staff members whispers an 'Oh my God'. Namjoon just sits there in shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pained groan.

The doctor speaks up,"I think it would be best if you go to the hospital for surgery instantly, you can't preform tonight."

The others seem a bit sad about the news but the understand that it's definitely better for Namjoon to get surgery than to suffer. "B-but I have to perform... I" Namjoon tries to argue but stops half way swallowing thickly.

"No Namjoon." Hoseok says sternly, Jin nods and says "Your health is way more important go get your appendix out."

"Oh um okay" Namjoon says grimacing as the doctor helps him up. "What about the show" "Joon we'll be fine, we're just dancing you know, go." Yoongi comforts he himself knows the severity of appendicitis.

In the end Namjoon stops trying to find reasons to stay and gives into missing the show. He sits in the back of the doctors car and closes his eyes briefly. His stomach is really aching now and he's starting to worry.

"I won't die... will I?" The rapper mumbles. "Of course not Namjoon, don't be silly. You'll be just fine I promise" he says smiling sympatheticly. "Okay" he whispers feeling a bit more safe.

The doctor helps Joon out of the car and leads him into the ER. He explains to another doctor what's going on with Namjoon and he prepares him for surgery.

The last thing Namjoon remebes is being pushed on a gurney and then his vision goes black.

~~~

When he wakes up he's in a bright room that smells like roses and cleaning products. He tries to sit up but moans slightly at the soreness he does feels better though.

"Hi Namjoon, How u feeling?" The company doctor asks seeing he's awake "Better but also kinda sore" Namjoon replies. "That's normal to happen" Namjoon looks up at the clock the boys performance time.

"Can I go back now, I think I could make the performance" The doctor chuckles and shakes his head "No Namjoon you can't u need to rest, you can watch the show though."

The rapper nods and they turn on the room's TV. The show goes well and Namjoon smiles proudly those are his boys. Even if he can't be there with then on stage he still feels as though they're there with him in the hospital and later on they do.

Giving him hugs and hair ruffles and a Get well soon message from Jimmy Fallon. He really has the best members namjoon thinks to himself.

Sorry if the endings a bit bad my brain kinda gave up.

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #tw emeto ment #bts #sickfic #mentions of vomit #sick!namjoon #caretaker!ot7 #jimmy fallon too lol

[lost-my-sanity1]

he's so pretty I'm losing my damn mind

#I kinda want him as my caretaker too we would have sooooo much fun together #last twilight #jimmy jitaraphol

[brookheimer]

The scene where Jimmy tries to tell Chuck they should stick together but gets "you never mattered to me" and the scene where Roman offers love to Logan but gets slaughtered are the same. to me.

YESSSSS YES I AM SAAYINGGGG!!!!!!! no like the roman jimmy parallels are genuinely unmatched…. lightning bolts shoot from their fingertips they are going to grind their tall blonde business ally/mortal enemy/friend(?)/dad-killer down motherfucker !!!!!!! genuinely get woozy thinking about the two of them together. sickening stuff

#also this szn in particular has honestly been giving me more shiv and kim parallels imo and it’s….. god #unpopular opinion perhaps but i am really liking shiv this szn. like i always love her but i feel like they’re exploring diff aspects and #emotions she purposefully hasn’t allowed herself to display and i’m a big fan. but back to kim like the booking a room to grieve in is very #very kim. i’m physically incapable of not drawing irrelevant connections between characters i like btw. hope that helps #but no like…. jimmy and roman are defined by their relationships w their primary elder male caretaker in such similar ways #roman’s just even more fucked up but that’s also due to the overwhelming influence of and distortion thru his immense wealth #like they’re so similar but also rly interesting foils in some ways #genuinely it should be illegal for kieran and bob to have to fight for one emmy. give them both fifteen #succession #bcs #roman roy #jimmy mcgill #asks #anon

[overthinkingtaleblr]

Don't know how to start this so jumping straight into it.

Ghost (somehow) put Jimmy and CBF in the same room to see what happens; what happens is a fight to the death and Jimmy is winning. (Mainly because CBF doesn't want to hurt her """son""")

I'm just imagining CBF gets pinned on the floor, turns to Ghost and immediately begs for help. Meanwhile Jimmy is ripping into her, saying something but is so angry that it comes out as illegible screaming.

At some point she gets a last bit of strength of shove to Jimmy off and run with him hot on her heels, which unnerves Ghost a bit ("oh god, where did she go?" type panic), and gets more scared when Jimmy, after losing her, turns his rage onto Ghost and goes after him for some hours

We have very, very different interpretations of the relationship between Jimmy, Ghost, and CBF, but I’m kind of happy you have that family relationship to get drama from! Family is one of the most satisfactory things to pull this stuff from <3 kind of scary that Jimmy is so angry tho 😰

#taleblr #taleblr headcanons #jimmy casket #taleblr cardboard friend #johnny ghost #cardboard caretaker headcanons

[redr1vers]

watching bcs season 1 and sometimes jimmy really reminds me of jesse in how he takes care of chuck

#you can see how much of a caretaker he is yk #brba #jesse pinkman #bcs #better call saul #saul goodman #jimmy mcgill #breaking bad

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

How can you fail at so many things?

This is what keeps going around in my head. I think we all collectively relaxed the first time Day went in for surgery and it didn't work. Back when we were still holding to the "in p'aof we trust" tag like it was a lifeboat.

This show was a weird one for me even before the last 3 episodes, because although I like Aof, I was not a jimmysea girlie. And then this show had the hard task to pull me in, despite that. And to say Jimmy carried it for me is an understatement. I wrote at the time that the third episode was when the show shifted for me and it was all Mhok.

So to see a character being so betrayed by the very people that created him is such a heartbreaking thing to witness.

I'm not gonna talk about the fact that Day can see. I'm not gonna mention the fact that this is a truly disconcerting way to portray people that you claim to have consulted in the making of this work. I'm not gonna talk about the fact that making Day see is irresponsible work. I'm not gonna talk about the fact that the last image we see of this show is a giant neon sign that says "forget everything you saw before".

I'm just gonna talk about Mhok.

After episode 9 I wrote this:

I'm tired of the healing of Day journey. 9 episodes of this. I know it's a bl and it's all about the couple. So where's Mohk's journey? I know he's his caretaker but outside that, in the overall storytelling, talk about an unbalanced relationship.

This is not a "I was right moment" btw. This is a "wow I can't believe it got even worst than I thought".

Just like @lurkingshan commented at the time, we still had time for a shift. There was still an opportunity to connect the threads, to give his character his due. Because giving him one nightmare is obviously not enough. With that said, I never thought Mhok could be even more betrayed.

Because the message of this episode was that Day did nothing wrong and so Mhok needs to be the one on his knees to ask for absolution, when he committed no crime. They really have this boy believing by the end that he deserved what he got. They have him saying that he did pity Day. That he was thankful for the pain he got. That he deserved his sentence. Because that's what it was. A 3 year sentence. And by the end he was still the one asking forgiveness from his jailer.

It's heartbreaking to me that in a story that had so much going for it, could get it all so wrong in the end. Because if this started of as a story that could have deeper meaning, connection and a message and characters worth portraying, in the end there's nothing. Mhok was a prop and Day was a waste of an opportunity to say something real about people that are so often under represented.

It's heartbreaking and infuriating that in the end, Day's blindness was nothing more than a giant plot device for 2 people to meet and fall in love.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #rose rambles #I'll be mad for a while #and sad for the potential wasted

[riewiggles]

No One Owes You

I saw a post in the AO3 group on FB saying someone commented on their fanfic saying that they shouldn't promise something when they can't deliver because the author had been having a hard time updating their fic.

It sucks when you have to wait on a new chapter and you're really invested in a story but NO. ONE. IN. THE. FANFIC. COMMUNITY. OWES. YOU. THEIR. TIME.

It's hard juggling fics when there are other things in life. Work, school, obligations that require an author to do as such (may it be if they are a caretaker, parent, etc), and mental health is a huge factor. No one can anticipate 100% when something can be updated if it's 1: a hobby, and 2: they have lives.

Not everyone lives in a basement constantly reading and typing all day.

Mental health is a HUGE thing here and it's additionally hard when motivation is a struggle, especially for those with say, ADHD and depression. A LOT of authors deal with mental health and writing is their outlet, but struggling with motivation happens.

TLDR; LIFE HAPPENS AND IT DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU!

So just don't be a shallow jack-off to the authors. People are trying their best.

It just sort of rustled my jimmies because I saw a few posts by that point of authors receiving crap comments like those. Like, your life, mental health, and wellbeing is so important and much more important than a fic. Most of the time, people don't even get paid for it; they do it because it's fun, comforting, and/or they look to hone in and improve on their skill. It's entertainment for the reader; no one is saving lives here.

#Ao3 #archive of our own #End rant

[infinitelyprecious]

"About last night"

It's a 3 minute conversation and there is SO MUCH happening. There are so many details in body language, facial expressions and tone. Amazing amazing job done by Jimmy and Sea omg. I'm singing their highest praises. I wanted to write something about it, and this turned into a written portrayal plus some added thoughts. To relive the scene, but in a slightly different way.

Mhok enters the car and Day's eyes nervously flicker. A parallel to the first scene of this episode. The tension can be cut with a knife, but this time they're going to talk.

In unison they open up the topic and Day takes it away: "I've thought about it." As he's talking we see the tension in Mhok's chest, his eyes wide open, fixated on Day. A second later he releases his breath and shoulders and smiles. All soft he goes: "I've thought about it too."

Day shuts his eyes and squints his face. Knowing what he wants to say but finding it difficult to. Ofcourse, because what are the implications of this?

Mhok is his caregiver and though Day doesn't return Mhok's feelings, he doesn't want to lose him. He likes Mhok, trusts him like he does no other person and all of that is on the line now.

How is Mhok going to react to the rejection, can they move forward and still be the same they always were or does he need to start looking for a new caregiver? That's a lot of insecurities right there.

And he blurts it out: "I'm sorry Phi, but you are not my type." The tension still in his face after he said it. A deep breath out, a swallow, his eyes blinking rapidly. How is Mhok going to react?

And Mhok, Mhok needs a moment to process. This hurts. He bites his lip, his brows furrowed. But his face softens as he nods and accepts the rejection: "I figured."

The tension is still palpable as Mhok looks at Day and says: "I just wanted you to know how I feel about you." Day's eyes go back and forth, processing what Mhok said. And then the question follows. "Did you think we could be the same if I knew it?"

Again, Mhok needs a moment. What is the best thing to say here? This must mean that Day is uncomfortable and doesn't want him around anymore, right? Just like everyone else, right?

And he makes a decision: "Okay, I'll quit."

Not asking Day what he wants, but assuming he's not wanted around anymore. Like so many times before.

"Don't worry about it Day." An attempt to make Day feel comfortable, assuring him it's okay.

But this isn't what Day wanted. And Day is quick to let Mhok now. Firmly he says: "Hey. Though I don't have feelings for you, I still want to have you here..." and his voice trails off "...na." Once again choosing Mhok, keeping him by his side.

Mhok blinks, his face full of confusion as he looks at Day and smiles with disbelief and hope: "What do you mean?"

"I mean as my caretaker", Day stutters, quick to not let Mhok assume anything else. Mhok now turns his body toward Day, listening and watching intently. And Day continues: "If you can just act the same, I won't have a problem with that." His voice trails off again: "I guess."

More processing for Mhok. His eyes move back and forth, a finger pressed against his upper lip. "So... if I can do that, I'll get to continue taking care of you." Now using his finger to accentuate his words. "Right?"

"Right, but...", Day puts down a boundary, "if you cross the line and hit on me, you're fired." Instant smile on Mhok's face. And he laughs, relieved. "I get it now, sir."

"I'm serious." Day says. Needing to make sure Mhork really understands. "Yeah, I know", Mhok replies, still with a smile on his face. The relief visible in his entire body.

After this Mhok buckles Day up and there's some more details to be seen, but the part that really got me was the whole convo previous to it, so I'm going to leave it at this.

Mhok is happy and back to his teasing self. He continues to tease Day and find the exact boundaries throughout the rest of the episode and I love that. There certainly have been signs of Day's attraction to Mhok and I think Mhok realized there still was a chance but was also careful not to push too far.

I love them, I adore them. I adore this show in it's entirety.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #last twilight ep 7 #last twilight meta #mhokday #morkday #precious watches last twilight

[waitmyturtles]

Last Twilight: Episode 5 reflections

TW: suicide

GORGEOUS EPISODE. OMG.

LOVE THAT WE'RE ALL LOVING ON JIMMY!

Okay, citing meta first. @lurkingshan covers nicely here a summation of the August/Ink LT/BBS comparisons -- yes, the structural motif is there, and I agree with Shan that this whole August situation is more fraught. Shan and @ginnymoonbeam cover Mhok's attraction here and here, and @grapejuicegay covers more of Aof's motifs here.

My own little BBS comparative moment: I was backstage with the boys at the end of episode 8, when Pran called Pat "my boyfriend" to Pat's face for the first time.

ANYWAY. I loved Ginny's meta of identifying both Mhok's caretaking for and his developing attraction for Day.

What caught me about this episode were Mhok's references to his sister, Rung. We saw earlier in the series, when Mhok kicked down Day's door to get to Day -- that Mhok does not want to repeat the mistakes he made vis à vis his sister.

Mhok lost the opportunity to cook for his sister again. He's able to cook for Day now, he's able to care for Day now. Mhok is channeling that energy to Day.

We also see Mhok being VERY. INTENTIONAL. about his timing with EVERYTHING related to Day. He's literally looking at his clock in the car while he and Day are both waiting for August to show up to that restaurant. He's clearly pacing himself vis à vis his attraction to and his courting of Day. The practice date, knowing where he was going to take Day after the failed date with August, taking Day to a bar. Everything is so paced and well-timed. The body spray -- Mhok is an intentional dude at the moment.

In light of Mhok defying expectations of who he could/should be by way of being a former jailbird -- this pacing is another defiance of that. He's a dude who used to -- actually, still, somewhat often -- gets into impulsive fights. Nothing is rushed or impulsive about his caretaking and courting of Day. Everything has slowed down in Mhok's life, much to match the pace of Day re-learning how to live his life without the sense of sight.

I want to say that a part of this slowing down is in reaction to what Mhok missed by way of NOT being intentional and paced with his relationship to his sister. What did he miss, behaviorally, that his sister may have been hinting at, while he was living with his sister, before her suicide? He may have missed some clues. She died while he was in prison. He had to process that while still in prison.

Mhok's regrets, his delicately bringing up Rung during these past two episodes -- are we witnessing atonement, absolution? Not entirely, but I think partly. I love to see a character just behaviorally GROW in front of us. Yes, Mhok is caretaking and attracted to Day -- AND he's growing in the face of a tremendously tragic event. Actually, TWO tremendously tragic events, as he also processing Day's loss of sight with Day himself.

We saw Mhok in quite a bit of denial to start the series regarding his sister. To see him continue to make references to her as he and Day get closer... we're seeing ever more holistic sides of Mhok that are giving full views into his intentions with Day, and it's just really lovely to watch them develop.

P.S. Namtan with the slightly messy hair? Me want more!

#last twilight #last twilight the series #jimmysea #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #mhokday #mhok x day #day x mhok #morkday #mork x day #day x mork #namtan tipnaree #backaof noppharnach #aof noppharnach

[thebvbbletea]

Look, I'm so in love with Mhok this episode. This episode make us realize how important Day is for Mhok. He's taking care of Day not only because he is his caretaker, and not only because he start to like him. But because he's genuinely care about Day.

When Day confessed to Mhok at the bar that he like August, we can clearly see that he look disappointed. He is disappointed, but Day's happiness is his top priority. That's why he still try to cheer him up with that sunflower that he secretly bought.

And then August come. We seen that terrified look on Mhok's eyes. He's not terrified because he's jealous or afraid that August gonna take Day away from him. No. He's terrified that August will overheard their conversation and he will do or say something that will hurt Day furthermore.

Mhok also immediately try to hide that sunflower. Knowing so well that Day can't see the sunflower, it means he try to hide that sunflower from August. He didn't want August to have false perception about him and Day. And once again, it's because his top priority is Day's feeling and happiness. And not his.

I usually think Sea's acting is better than Jimmy. But this episode prove that I was wrong this whole time. The amount of emotional change in Jimmy's eyes from this episode part. 4 16:08 - 18:18 is crazy. And it's really hard to act only from the eyes without the body gesture and face expression. Both of them is a great actor and I love how they could potray Mhok and Day's dynamic so perfectly.

#jimmysea #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #mhok #day #mhokday #last twilight #DOC JIMMY. I OWE YOU A BIG APOLOGIZE

[bengiyo]

Last Twilight Ep 8 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Day wasn't ready to receive Mhok's feelings, but Mhok appreciated that Day didn't want him to stop being his caretaker. Mhok spent the entire episode toeing the line on flirting. Porjai and Night were also flirting at the race, but Night didn't want Day to know he was there. Day accepted Mhok as his boyfriend at the end of the race after clearing up a misunderstanding about a job offer for Mhok. Aon proposed to his girlfriend, but Day is losing the remainder of his sight.

Am I supposed to read something into Day wearing a shirt that says "flat object"?

I know we have health drama soon, but they better go to this wedding.

Damn, doc, you're not describing a terminal condition. I'll chalk that up to translation. Still, it's noticeable that Day didn't crumble immediately.

Now, Day, you gotta tell us what's the beef with your brother that you would skip the wedding just to spite him.

Mhok got couple keychains already. My goodness.

I am with Mhok. It is so awkward being around these two brothers.

I had considered how's Day's former vision would factor into dreaming and memory. Not surprised it's something he's sore about.

Night is observant, of course. He knew they were going to ditch him. I need to know what happened with these brothers.

Interesting. Day's dad is alive. He's also not originally from Bangkok, but didn't want to say where he's from. I remember seeing a post yesterday where I think @bunnakit maybe said that he omits Night from this backstory in a curious way.

Okay, gently moving Day's hand to rest on his lips was such a great way to generate the breath and anticipation between characters silently communicating that they both want to kiss. Good job, BL.

Waking up on a beach is so uncomfortable.

Oh this took a turn. Not sure I like these pranks either pulled.

I gotta find gifs of Day caressing Mhok's leg.

I really like their outfits for the wedding.

I like the book giving as a wedding tradition.

So glad I know this song is sung by Satang. Recognizing his voice but not being able to place the song would have bugged me yesterday.

These mofos really playing Shazam in the middle of the show so we can go look the song up.

What is this dad jump scare at the end??

Next week looks fun.

I didn't like the teasing on the beach much, but I guess it's a reminder that these guys are recovering assholes. The wedding scenes were beautiful, and I really like the way Jimmy plays Mhok being enamored with Day alongside Sea's winning smile.

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[realityescapee01]

A Little More Often Than Usual

Jay Halstead x Reader

Y/N is the new caretaker of the records downstairs. She was briefed and trained properly to follow lawful procedures, but she was also told that that isn't always the case. Sometimes, detectives need data without a case number to solve an urgent case. And sometimes they need it for personal reasons.

One of those detectives is Jay Halstead, Y/N's crush. Gave Y/N "bribes" in form of chocolates.

Y/N worries because the under the table requests from Jay became more often than usual.

In Chicago PD, patrolmen and detectives asks favors around, sometimes favors that doesn't really follow the proper procedures.

And sometimes personal favors.

Y/N's mentor taught her how to do the job well and also taught her that sometimes, under the table requests happens.

For them to search or give out data, they need a case number for it. Sometimes, officials asks for data search without a case number, and that it is in their discretion to do it or not. But be careful and cover records that prove the search.

And Y/N did a few favors like that, mostly for the Intelligence Unit. Quite a lot of times from Voight and Olinsky, and sometimes, from her crush - Jay Halstead.

Jay first came to Y/N for a database search for a girl named Cherry. Then another one for a Jimmy Sanguinetty. The first request was valid, case linked. The second wasn't. Because Jay offered a handful of kitkat chocolates.

Probably picked it up from the other detectives that had asked her favors like this before.

Not that Jay had to do that, because Y/N would happily do it without the bribes.

Y/N has had a huge crush on Jay Halstead since she saw him. She'd get all happy and giddy whenever he sees him. And specially so when she sees him in full gear when they have an operation.

They had a few interactions outside of work, mostly at Molly's when there's a PD celebration. Just small talks. But Y/N considered those big things already.

Jay was kind and courteous most of the times. Short talks with a group, little laughs here and there.

They also bump into each other in the cafe near the department. Sometimes in the diner near too. They'd talk there and then. They became quite good friends.

But now, the requests became more often. Y/N got worried about Jay. She really hoped Jay is okay and also has not become a dirty cop. She just doesn't believe it.

So lunchtime came, Y/N was in line at the foodtruck.

"Hey."

Y/N was startled a little bit. A guy from behind suddenly talked to her.

"H-Hey, Jay. Buying lunch too?" -Y/N was glad to see and talk to Jay. She doesn't always get to lately, Intelligence Unit was quite busy.

"Y/N. Yeah, they say food here is good."

"It is. I vouch." Y/N smiled and laughed a little. Jay laughed with her too.

Y/N got her food. "Hey, Jay. I'm heading back."

"Yeah."

Y/N was a few steps ahead when Jay chased her.

"Hey, Y/N, uhm, later... I'm gonna need some files."

"Oh... okay."

"Yeah."

Y/N walked again but she went back because she was worried. She asked Jay about it.

"Jay, are you okay?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" -Jay was genuinely confused.

"You're asking files quite often... and... we all know you could get in trouble. I can get in trouble."

"No. Everything's good. Just... We have some time sensitive cases lately, paperworks are late. Don't worry about it." -Jay assured her.

"Okay."

"Hey, later still good?"

"Yeah."

Y/N went back to the department and had her lunch. Worried and thinking what files she'd be printing for Jay this time.

It's well past 4pm now, Y/N's about to clock out when Jay stepped in.

"Hey, uh, you stepping out?" Jay was rubbing the back of his neck and was hiding his other hand behind his back.

Probably the chocolate bribes in exchange for whatever files he needs from Y/N.

"Yeah, about too. So, what do I search?" -Y/N sat in front the computer, ready to type.

"Uh, yeah. About that."

Jay stepped closer to the counter, closer to Y/N, and placed the bribe on it.

This time they aren't chocolates.

They are flowers. A small, cute, rose bouquet.

"J-Jay? What the hell?"

"Yeah... I figured the chocolates ain't making it clear."

"W-What... what is this, really? Are you-"

"I like you and would like a date... I thought I was being obvious."

"The chocolates? In exchange for files isn't exactly obvious."

"Yeah, I figured this lunch when you asked me."

"So, those files you asked, you don't really need?"

"Yeah, excuses to give you chocolates." -Jay had a sheepish smile on.

"A very risky excuse."

"Sorry."

Y/N looked at the roses on the counter. She couldn't believe it. She reached for it and grabbed it and looked up at Jay.

"So, is that a yes?"

"Yeah."

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[danafeelingsick]

UH OH, SHOULD'VE STAYED HOME

[Takes place after episode 3, in which Clark Kent is sick with an actual stomach bug this time and Lois takes care of him.] AO3 | masterlist

Stay tuned for the art I made for this fic!

CONTENT WARNING: graphic descriptions of vomit, nausea, fever, stomach ache, sick at work shenanigans, belly rubs, back rubs, some emphasis on comfort, caretaker Lois for the most part, somewhat horny descriptions? (nothing out of the ordinary), established relationship (to-be?)

WORD COUNT: 7,7k~

A/N: so, you know how in episode 2, Clark uses tummy ache as an excuse and hurries off? and like a few scenes later Lois muses about taking care of him? I took that personally, this might be my longest one shot yet.

omg i love them sm. great series, recommend. 8/10, because it's too short and a bit rushed. this could contain spoilers? idk, superman media is super old already.

          Clark Kent was already half awake when his alarm went off, but couldn't bring himself to roll over and turn it off, or rather, smash it to pieces. His body felt so unusually heavy he was considering drifting back to sleep for just a few more minutes, to try and compensate for the restless night he had.

         It had been too much optimism to think he would be able to sleep on a full stomach, especially when he was sure he was coming down with something nasty. The worry alone had been enough to turn his stomach, worry that he mistook it for hunger, which turned out to be nausea. Now all of those late night snacks seemed like an even worst idea.

          His thoughts of regret and self-reflection were interrupted by his roommate coming down the bunk ladder, the clunky footsteps on the metal were even louder than the alarm, making his head pound. Clark buried his head under the pillows until it was manually turned off, and he swore he had heard it sigh in relief. One less broken alarm clock for the count.

          “We're gonna be late for work if you don't get up", Jimmy shouted from the other side of the room, rustling through his drawers.

          “Need five more minutes...”, Clark grunted, relieved when all he heard was a chuckle and his roommate stepping away, instead of blankets being snatched from him.

          Despite gaining those extra minutes, he sat up after two, suddenly bothered by the feeling of humid covers, even the shirt he had slept in was drenched in sweat. It was a choice between enduring the heat or a headache from the bright artificial light. He chose the latter and dragged himself out of bed.

           By the end of his extra time, he was already in the shower, sweaty clothes hanging from the laundry basket, with hot water falling on his back, his head swimming with the steam.

         Clark caught his mind wandering to the Daily Planet and the day full of errands that waited for him, and... Lois. The two hadn't known each other for long, but Clark already knew that he had to be careful around her. Careful wasn't the right word. Every day she was coming closer to pinning down Superman's identity, and he was growing out of ways to hide it.

           The kryptonian bit down on his lip when a wave of dizziness crashed over him, holding onto the wall with half a mind to not use his force on it. A soft groan escaped his lips as his hand wandered to his belly. Whatever he had eaten last night was not sitting well, it felt like his stomach was doing somersaults.

           On top of that, there was a tight full feeling resting on the upper part of his abdomen, it looked round and firmer to the touch as well, like whatever was there refused to digest. Embarrassed by the thought of it being noticeable under his sweater, he rested his hands over it until the feeling was mostly gone. It was enough for him to step out of the shower and dry himself off.

           It came back moments later, while he brushed his teeth. With a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet, he suddenly felt shivers crawling up his back, and choked around his toothbrush. His mouth flooded with odd-tasting saliva, overpowering the minty taste.

           It felt like he was going to vomit, even though that notion was foreign since he had only gotten sick a handful of times as a kid, rarely as an adult. He spat the frothy toothpaste and stared inside the sink, realizing he could hear the churning in his stomach. He hadn't felt anything like this in a while, he could consider himself lucky.

         With shaky hands, he turned on the faucet and rinsed his mouth out, trying hard not to gag.

           That was bad, he couldn't vomit now… Clark focused on his breathing and on his hands holding onto the sides of the sink, his vision was starting to narrow, out of anxiety, or he was even sicker than he thought. He didn't think he could make it to the toilet, sprinting would only make things worse. If he ran into the wall, he would go right through, and that was a whole other issue.

         Shaking, he glanced up, catching his own piercing blue eyes in the bathroom mirror, looking glossed over and unfocused, his expression pained and miserable. He looked pale, he looked nearly green.

           His lips puckered as he fought against the urge to gag and lost, his tongue rolled out with a thread of saliva joining the sink. He really didn't want to puke, he was running late already, but that did little to stop his stomach from trying to turn itself out. He swallowed hard, a soft hiss escaping through gritted teeth, and wrapped one arm around his middle, trying to keep his footing. If he found out whatever had gotten him sick, he would never eat there again.

           “EuUrRgh!”

           Clark hunched over and dry heaved, feeling his stomach roll under his hand. His lips pursed as he felt something burn in the back of his throat, flooding his mouth. He closed his eyes and coughed a thin stream of lumpy vomit, something sickly sweet acidic mixed with minty toothpaste in his tongue, forming a disgusting taste 

           Before he even had the chance to spit he was retching again, bringing more of what he had eaten the night before in a watery and clumpy surge. He tasted the stale donut leftovers in it, and gagged, trying not to think about it. It was gone with the running water, he didn't need to see it.

           He turned off the faucet after washing his mouth but didn't move away from the sink. His head was pounding even worse now, but at least his stomach didn't feel as full, now it was tender and sensitive like an open wound. Not much of an improvement...

           “Clark, your phone is ringing and it's Lois~”, just as he was starting to relax, Jimmy knocked repeatedly on the other side of the door. ”I gave her your number, you don't mind right? Of course you don't mind.”

           To say the startled Superman jumped was an understatement, he flew, taking a chunk of the sink with him.

           "I-I-I'll be just a minute", he sputtered, scrambling to piece it together.

          His roommate was waiting for him as he came out of the bathroom, half-dressed, looking even worse than before. He must've noticed it right away, his blue eyes now looked a bit red at the bottom, like he was holding back tears.

          "So, are you going to tell me what's up or I'll have to guess?", Jimmy interrogated him with crossed arms, his phone dangling from his hand. "We're late, y'know?"

          A second of silence hung between the two before Clark sniffled. “I… think I'm sick.”

          Jimmy couldn't think of another time where he looked as much like an abandoned puppy. Now he regretted the accusatory tone. 

          "Another one of your migraines?”, he asked, relaxing his posture as he handed his phone back. Clark had frequent ones, and Jimmy never acknowledged it, but it sometimes made his blue eyes look like, well, he wasn’t sure either. That didn’t seem like one of those, however.

          “Don't know...”, Clark mumbled, and his eyebrows furrowed with pain as he stepped away. “Think I ate something bad.”

          Jimmy nodded, he had seen him raid their fridge last night but nothing there seemed bad so Donuts and sandwiches were the first thing that came to mind. He knew Clark had a big appetite and he was always snacking whenever he could, the possibilities were endless. That scene was quite familiar, seeing him trying to soothe a bellyache, rubbing circles over it with his eyes closed, and lips pouting. Only this time he did look like he was about to fall over.

          “I think you should stay home today—”

          “No, not going to leave you two to do all the work. It's not fair”, Clark interrupted, briefly scrolling through his phone, with a strained expression.

          “We'll manage without you. Besides”, Jimmy crossed his arms, his tone had something of suspicion in it. “You really don't look well.”

          “I can't...”, Clark interrupted, showing the screen.

         Lois had left a couple of texts, clearly written in a rush, but summarized meant: “Come ASAP, thought of a new plan. We're going to get that interview!”

          “Alright, since you're not going to listen. You hurry, and I'll hurry. Five minutes”, Jimmy sighed, already on his way to the bathroom. “Oh, and you're eating something on the way because our fridge is empty!”, he added, trying to ignore the welded gash in the middle of their sink.

          Clark grumbled but focused on tying his shoes instead of arguing.

          True to his word, Jimmy stepped out of the shower in five minutes, and another five later, they were leaving the apartment. Clark was already looking a little better now that he was outside, with sunlight and fresh air, though it didn't take long for him to get too hot inside that thick pullover he always wore. He cuffed his sleeves, still managing to do it neatly while Jimmy dragged him to the nearest sandwich shop.

          “I don't think eating and —uRp, walking is a good combination”, Clark commented, muffling a meaty burp into his fist. His face grew a bit red, but at this point, he couldn't tell if it had been out of embarrassment.

          “It's actually good for digestion. Look it up”, Jimmy argued, crumbs of bread and lettuce falling off his mouth.

          Clark wasn't convinced that would make any difference, his optimism was failing him today, but there wasn't much room for it when his stomach felt like it was waging war on that cheesy steak sandwich. Why did he have to pick the greasiest option out of a health and diet menu? Each bite was weighing on his belly like a rock.

          He covered another queasy burp that brought the taste of acid to the back of his tongue, the sandwich was sitting atop that stubborn mess of food, refusing to digest. He risked another bite, he needed food in him after throwing up earlier, but had to hold back a gag as he tried to swallow. Nope, he was done.

          “Do you, uh, want to eat my half?”, he offered, awkwardly pulling his jumper down, feeling like his waistline had grown several inches. 

          “Yeah, you're definitely sick. You usually eat mine”, Jimmy shoved the last bite into his mouth. I’m full too. Just wrap it, and you can eat it later.”

          Clark produced a disgruntled noise but complied, and stuffed the half-eaten, now lukewarm sandwich back in its paper bag. He suspected that he would indeed be tasting it again later, but the thought still made him shudder. By the time they reached the Daily Planet, the young  journalist had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be feeling queasy for the rest of the day.

         Inside the break room, he went to store his leftover breakfast in the fridge, finding another sandwich already there with a note stuck to it. A fishy stench leaked through the homemade wrapping, permeating the air. Then it clicked:

          “To the prick who stole my Sandwich. This sandwich is for Steve. Not for Clark. Don't steal it, Clark. – Steve”

          Labeled a thief after he had eaten his by mistake, and left his weird combination of mayo, tuna, and avocado for him, sounded like something only a jerk like Steve would do. Clark rolled his eyes, made sense why he was feeling like shit now. He had thought his usual sandwich had gone and in the end, he could barely stomach it. The mix of textures was so odd, and the taste was just wrong, but he wasn't about to throw food away.

          He gagged at the memory, then again at the smell, and hurriedly shut the door. Fuck, not again. He jogged over to the trash can, not trusting himself to use super speed, and hunched over it, trying to breathe. The whole room smelled now.

          It took a minute of breath control, swallowing and spitting the excess saliva, but he thankfully managed to keep his breakfast, even though now his stomach was sensitive all over. He pulled on his sweater, trying to make room for it.

          Scowling, Clark filled a plastic cup with water, drinking it whole in tiny sips. The cold liquid was refreshing on his throat, which still felt a bit tender from the earlier spell. It took his mind off the swirling nausea for a moment. He stepped out of the break room with another cup, entertaining the thought of pinning charges of biological terrorism on Steve.

          “Found you, Superman!”, a familiar voice shouted from down the hallway. Clark felt his soul leave his body.

          He spotted Lois, he had spotted her giant green jacket first, but regardless, both were now marching in his direction.

          “I-I-I think you have the wrong guy”, Clark stammered, nearly dropping his cup.

          Lois stopped in front of him, both hands on her hips, now grinning. “And that's what I'm going to say when my plan works.”

          “A-Ah! Haha”, Clark fake-chuckled, then swallowed hard, it felt like his stomach was running laps now.

          “Wow, you went pale. Hope you're not hiding anything from me”, she half-joked, giving a playful look. ”So, what took you so long, Smallville? Didn't see you out jogging this morning.”

          “I, uh... overslept”, ‘Smallville’ muttered, cocking his head in slight embarrassment. It wasn't a lie, for the most part, but he didn't feel like Lois needed to know the extent of his bad morning.

          “Yeah, I can see that”, she commented, pinning him down with her gaze. “You do look a bit tired.”

          “I, uh....couldn't sleep well”, he admitted, resting his hand on the back of his neck. He suddenly felt hot and dumb, as if he had been cooking under the sun for too long.

         “Aw, is the stress already getting to you?”, she asked with a wince of sympathy, reaching one hand out to cup his cheek, but stopped midway, thinking twice about it.

         “I guess you could say that...”, Clark muttered with a small sigh, eyeing her with a bit of hope, he somehow wanted her to…? He wasn't sure. “So, uh, what's your plan? I thought you already had gotten your interview with Superman”, he tried to change the subject.

          “Oh that, I can't publish that! He lied to all of my questions”, the aspiring journalist said, waving a hand as she dug through her pockets, bringing out her voice recorder. “But I already revised them, there's no way avoiding these. And I already know how we're going to get another interview with him.”

          Clark felt a lump of cold anxiety drop in his stomach, and it must've shown on his face because Lois eyed him with curiosity.

          “What if he was being honest? He didn't seem like the type of guy to... lie”, he said, taking a sip of water to hide the shudder in his voice.

          “I thought that too, I mean, he looked so—!”, she paused, flushing. “Uh, nice. Anyway, and when have you even met him?”, she raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond she was already grabbing his hand. “It's easier if I just show you the murder board. I spent all morning laying it out. Come on.”

         Clark let out a yelp but didn't put up a fight as the shorter woman dragged him through the corridor. He couldn't tell if it had been her hand on his, or the way his body was already feeling awful, but his head suddenly felt hotter, his legs weaker. He didn't have it in him to resist.

         Inside their provisory office, among cabin files and dust bunnies, Lois sat Clark down in one of the chairs, and he was grateful for that, right as he thought he was going to keel over. Jimmy was already there, trying to make sense of whatever Lois had pinned to the murder board.

         “There, don't sleep, okay?”, she commented, and Clark was once again grateful for Lois' tunnel vision when it came to a story. She patted his back briefly before walking up to the board, bumping playfully into Jimmy on her way.

         The wheels squeaked as she pulled it to the front, slamming her hand on it, and dropping some of the thumbtacks in the process. “So, here is the plan.”

         Clark tried but couldn't pay attention to what his senior was saying, his gaze wandered across the board before it settled on the table, the only thing that didn't seem to be warping and tilting before his eyes. His head was starting to ache again, making it difficult to focus on anything. He blinked a few times, and brought an empty cup to his lips, feeling its contents sloshing in the back of his throat.

         Jimmy took up the talking before Lois had the chance to ask anything else, he couldn't tell if it had been on purpose, but he was thankful either way. Clark slipped a hand under the table, then under his pullover and shirt, gently rubbing his queasy tummy. He could feel the organ churning under the taut skin, the food sitting there like a rock. He regretted every second that led to it.

         The queasy-looking journalist silenced a sickly burp into his hand, swallowing back the trickle of viscous sizzling bile that threatened to come up. It tasted cheesy, greasy, and highly acidic, he couldn't think of a worse combination, but soon found one when he realized he could taste something spoiled as well. He had to suppress a fit of gagging, disguising it with a hand on his mouth when he caught Lois glancing in his direction.

         “Come on, we're not risking our lives just to get another interview with Superman, that's not happening —”, Jimmy tried to argue, but he only caught part of the discussion.

         Clark winced as a hot flash of nausea crashed into him, hitting him like a truck, though he had experienced that before, he didn't have a better description. His abdomen clenched, producing a string of bubbly complaints. He leaned forward, hugging his midsection tightly, feeling it gurgle unhappily under his thick sweater.

         A soft moan tumbled out of his lips when his abdomen tightened involuntarily, that same awful anticipation taking hold of him.

         “Um, are you okay there, big guy?”, Lois' voice broke through the stupor. “You've been silent.” 

         “S-Sorry”, the shaky young man whimpered, with his chin to his chest, curled even further into himself. “I-I really don't feel good right now...”

         Lois gave a hum of sympathy, putting whatever she had down before her soft steps trailed his way. Jimmy didn't sound as graceful, he ran along the table, stopping right by him.

         “Hey, what's wrong? What are you feeling?” she called with a slight tremble to her voice, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention.

        Clark winced at her touch but didn't try to pull away, looking up was a bad idea. It felt like the whole room was spinning, only making him feel dizzier.

         “My stomach hurts…”, he whimpered, his voice barely audible.

         “So, his stomach's been bothering him since morning”, Jimmy explained.

         “Oh, is that what those sounds were?”, Lois whispered, speaking off to the side, though her sick coworker still heard it, and froze under her hand, his face taking a whole another tone of red. Did she hear that?

         “Yeah, he threw up too", Jimmy continued, which prompted his friend to raise his head and give him a strained look of bewilderment, his friend only shrugged.

         “What!? And you still let him come into work?”, Lois' hand briefly left him as they went up, in a sign of exasperation.

         “Well, he insisted!”, he tried to defend himself, and Clark felt a pang of guilt.

         ”R-Really, it… wasn't as bad this morning”, he tried to argue, glancing up at the short woman, who was scowling now, thankfully not at him.

         “That is not—! Ugh, forget that”, Lois took another look at the puddle of sweat that used to be Clark, noticing that he was shivering noticeably now, his clothes already damp. “Hey, are you alright? Do you need anything?”

         “I-I don't know, I think I’m— urP!” he began to answer, not really sure where he was going with it when he was cut off by a wet hiccup. The woman opened her mouth as if to speak, but shut it as she heard a sound akin to a reverse gulp coming from Clark.

         That was the only warning he needed before his hand flew up to his mouth, in an attempt to stop the watery bile from flooding past his lips. He was up on his feet in a second, and out of the office in the other.

         Lois called after him a second too late. She had barely seen him run off, she had only noticed after he was already gone.

         The sick Kryptonian was too concentrated in not vomiting down the front of his sweater to realize that he was walking too fast for a regular human. Thankfully, the hallway was empty, he didn't have to worry about explaining anything to anyone. His boiling stomach lurched with every step, lunging against his abdomen as it sent its contents gurgling up his throat.

         He pushed past the door to the restroom, and thankfully found it empty, though he didn't reach the stall in time. Something hot and acidic surged past his throat, quickly filling his mouth with more than it could hold. His cheeks ballooned out behind his hand, his throat convulsed, forcing the sour watery vomit through cracks of his fingers and down the front of his sweater.

          Groaning with disgust, he pushed himself into one of the stalls, dropping to his knees just in time for his stomach to push out the rest of it. Clark didn't think he would end up like this, on his knees retching inside a toilet bowl, because of a stupid tuna sandwich.

         “BlEeuUrRrghH!”

         At least he was due some mercy, all that came up was mostly water, at first, spurting out of his nose. Hot acrid water that dyed the bowl a cloudy brown. Though it didn't look like it would leave a stain, it tasted absolutely awful, like drain cleaner with an aftertaste of grease. He gagged hard on the thought of it and began to dry heave.

         Scowling, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, infiltrating behind his lenses. He could feel himself shaking violently, a horrible nauseating heat latching onto his skin. He wanted nothing more than to take his sweater off, but he didn't think he could uncurl from the miserable position he was in.

         A pained moan dribbled out of his lips as he gave into another fit of loud dry heaving. His abdomen spasmed under his tight damp buttoned-up shirt, the fabric clinging to it by sweat. It was like he was being suffocated by it.

         Clark clung to the ceramic bowl, though his vomit-covered hand couldn't get a grip on it, and burped up a stream of viscous runny puke. He winced at the violent splash, it almost sounded like an open faucet. He gagged hard as he felt the solid parts passing through his gullet, bits of sandwich his sick stomach couldn't digest.

         “Kh—”, he coughed as the vomit finally tapered off into a sirupy trickle, and spat out what still clung to his tongue. The disgusting cheesy taste of his breakfast was so evident now, with some rotten aftertaste he didn't want to dwell on.

         For a moment or two, Clark hovered over the toilet, panting heavily.  Drool and sick hung from his lips, thin ropes waving along with his breathing, which was the only sound apart from the muffled churning of his upset guts. His belly kept clenching unproductively, struggling to bring up what remained inside of it, only worsening the dull ache of his sore muscles. The dizzying nausea hadn't eased one bit, though he kept heaving, it would be a minute before he had the strength to let any more out.

          A shaky hand came up, wiping vomit all over his sweater, then absentmindedly tugging at his neckline. Once, before a tiny button went flying. Reminded of his superhuman strength, he eased his grip on the toilet bowl and slinked back.

         It could've been minutes or just a few seconds, he couldn't tell exactly, but something pulled him out of his feverish daze. A knock on his stall, a careful one made the door creak as it was pushed ajar. He froze, ready for the worst his anxious mind could come up with.

         “Clark? Are you in there?” It almost didn't sound like Lois, but it was her. He didn't think he had ever heard her so livid before.

         He looked over to find a pair of familiar sneakers peeking under the gap, shifting nervously. He even saw the small manicured fingers sneaking in to pull it closed, allowing him a little more privacy.

         “H-Here Lois, ngh…”, he groaned, and though he still felt dizzy he put in the effort to flush out the toilet, hoping the smell hadn't already permeated the whole restroom. “I'm here.”

         “Oh, good! I've been looking for you everywhere”, she exclaimed, her voice still shaky.

         “Sorry for running off, I felt really sick all of sudden”, he replied, sitting back on his knees. It was a struggle to keep his voice from cracking when it felt like he had swallowed sandpaper.

        “You don't have to apologize for that”, she sighed, her feet kept fidgeting. “Are you alright? Did you… um, throw up?”

         “Y-Yeah”, he admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment, and grabbed a few pieces of paper to wipe his mouth with. “I think it was something I ate.”

         “Jimmy told me so, said you weren't feeling well this morning”, she commented, and he heard her fidgeting with something in her pockets. “He went out to buy medicine, I only found headache pills around here.”

         Any medicine would be a lifesaver right now, but Clark couldn't even stomach the thought of swallowing anything.

         “Anyways, I brought you some water”, she added, followed by the sound of a bottle being agitated. “Can I come in?”

         Clark gulped anxiously at the idea, he didn't want the girl he liked to see him like this, but the idea of being left alone was even scarier. 

         “Okay… come in.”

         The door opened then shut with a small click, Lois actually bothered to close it properly, even though the stall felt small with someone of Clark's size inside, the short woman made up for it

 While he took up half of the space, she barely filled a third. The squared space felt noticeably warmer too, just by being close to him she could feel the heat rolling off him.

         “Hey, big guy” she greeted softly, shedding her puffy green jacket as she crouched behind him.

         “Hey…”, he glanced over his shoulder, offering a tired but genuine smile under a sleeve he ran over his mouth. It tugged on her heartstrings seeing his misty eyes. “Sorry, I'm not doing so hot right now…”

         “It's okay, I'm here now to take care of you”, she told him, rubbing his arm, and offering a reassuring smile of her own. “Anything you need, okay?”

         He mouthed an “okay” before he had to swallow again, feeling his stomach jump, this time he could tell it was from the nerves rather than the nausea. Something about being in a tight space all alone with Lois, no matter how gross the actual situation was, made him anxious.

         Those thoughts were quickly banished as she busied herself cracking the bottle open.

         “Here, drink. You need to replenish your liquids”, she humored, handing him the water bottle.

         Clark mustered a nervous chuckle before he took it, too eager to notice her fingers might've lingered on his for a moment too long. She did note how much they were trembling, though.

         “So, how are you feeling?”

         “A little better now”, he responded after a small sip, trying to return her good humor, and Lois chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow. “I don't know…”, he gave a more sincere answer this time, resting a hand over his belly. “I feel… hot? and dizzy… and a little… hm, nauseous still.”

         Lois hummed, looking at his oversized hand distractedly rubbing his belly, picking up on the bubbling sounds she hadn't before.

          “I'm sorry you don't feel good. Food poisoning is never fun”, she cooed, in a tone that should've been mocking but quickly took a side of sympathy. He chuckled too, the bottle's rim still on his lips. “I think you might be overheating in that big sweater, though.”

         “You might be right…”, he panted.

         Her hand wandered to the rim of his jumper, playing with it before she offered, with a smirk: “Wanna take it off?”

         He gulped, then nodded, putting the water bottle down, and raised his arms just enough for her to pull it off.

         Without it, he almost looked like another person, his hair was up in spikes, his blue tie was messed up and his glasses were crooked. The white dress shirt he had underneath was nearly see-through, with a couple more buttons threatening to pop off. Lois looked away for a moment, convinced the heat was getting to her as well.

         “Better?”

         He hummed, while adjusting his glasses and combing his hair down, coming off a little weaker than he meant to. In reality, he was still feeling quite groggy, and his head was pounding, not to mention…

         “You don't sound sincere”, she commented, her eyes now fixed to his hand, which in play was fidgeting with the buttons of his undershirt. “Does your belly hurt?”

         “A little…”, he started to reply, but as if to punctuate his answer, it gave a low grumble that Lois heard and had to disguise a snort. “Hah, I guess… a lot”

         “You're a bad liar, Clark”, she pointed, smirking.

         He would have blushed if his face wasn't already a feverish red. Instead, he lowered his eyes and simpered.

         “I think we have a hot water bottle somewhere in the break room”, Lois commented after a moment of silence, bumping him in the shoulder to lift his spirits. “It helps a lot with cramps.“

         Clark made a noise at the mention of it, a mix between a grumble and a snort that drowned out as he took a swig of water. While it soothed his sore throat, it was getting hard to ignore the way it seemed to slosh inside of him, sitting heavily on top of his undigested meal.

         Another noise, one of surprise, escaped him when a small hand came to rest on his cheek. Instead of flinching at the feeling of cold fingers, he nearly melted, putting his hand over hers before she could retrieve it. In turn, Lois widened her eyes at the heat rolling off his skin.

         “What are you doing?”, he asked, holding her there.

         “Checking if you… have a fever”, she responded, with a mix of surprise and embarrassment at his reaction. His hand completely covered hers. “Can I?”

         “Ah, right… Go ahead”, he gave a sheepish look before letting go.

         Now flustered, her hand glided up, resting the back of it against his forehead, his once fluffy bangs were flat and soaked in sweat. A soft hiss left her mouth, all that was left was steam to come out, his skin was nearly sizzling, and she didn't even think it was humanly possible.

         “Do you think I have a fever?” Clark humored her. “That would explain a lot…”

         “Definitely, I don’t even need a thermometer to know”, she half-joked, brushing off a few damp strands of hair. ”You're burning up, and covered in sweat too…”

           “Feels really hot in here”, he muttered, growing a little groggy from what she was doing to his hair. “Your hand is cold, feels nice."

         Lois gave a small hum, cupping his cheek again, and caressing her thumb over his cheek. He seemed to relax as she did it, closing his eyes and sighing, though his eyebrows were still furrowed, and his throat kept moving.

         “I might have an ice bag for you if we go to the break room", she mentioned. “How about it? There's a nice sofa there to rest.”

         Clark considered the offer for a second, or rather, the mental image of falling asleep on her lap, he would've said yes then and there. Then he felt his stomach tighten, and was reminded of the nausea swirling in the pits of his stomach.

         “I don't know, Lois… I really don't think it's safe with me, guh, like this”, he replied, looking up at her with a frown.

         “Aw baby, are you still feeling sick?”, her voice took a more comforting tone as she ran her fingers through his bangs. “Do you think you might throw up?”

         “I– I don't know…”, he echoed, swallowing thickly, enough in his mind for him to miss the nickname. “I think…?”

         Lois sighed, still holding him, she could feel him letting more and more of his weight onto her, and worried he might be getting weaker. Her eyes wandered down to his collar, where a faulty button left a peek of his chest out, and quickly went back.

         “You hadn't eaten much today, have you?”, she asked.

         “Just, gulp, half a sandwich since I woke up”, he responded, his expression crumpling in disgust, as if recalling his previous meal wasn't the right move.

         “Do you think that might've been it?”, she asked as he pulled away from her, going back to fidgeting with his buttons.

         “No…”, his lips trembled as he said, like he was trying not to gag. “I– , had something from the fridge yesterday. I— muRp, excuse me.”

         He pressed a fist to his mouth, closing his eyes and swallowing convulsively as he recalled the taste of that horrible tuna sandwich.

         Before Lois had the chance to ask anything else, he was crossing his arms over his middle, groaning with nausea. She scooted closer, wrapping an arm around him in a somewhat awkward but still comforting hug. He leaned on her, even if everything in him said to pull away before he vomited all over.

         “Ugh… my stomach's churning again”, he moaned, curling into a tight ball. “I really don't want… puke.”

         “Well, if you need to”, she told him and heard an airy gulp in response. His face scrunched in what looked like disgust, but it could've been frustration from the way he shook his head. “Hey, I know it's bad, but it's your body's way of helping you through this.”

         Clark mused about his options, his expression still pinched in pain. He could feel his stomach bubbling, the bile constantly at the back of his throat, like a boiling pot threatening to spill over. He looked up at her, at the cute frown she had on, and felt guilty worrying her like this. 

         “Lois, I think you shH— uRp!”, he opened his mouth and his body made the decision for him, letting a wet burp come up without warning. He cupped his mouth, wide-eyed.

         Before he even could apologize, he was muffling another into his hand, trying to swallow the acidic saliva flooding over his tongue. Lois, on a calmer note, placed a hand on his back, gently guiding him to lean over the toilet.

         “It's okay, just let it happen”, she told him, rubbing slow circles in an attempt to put him more at ease. It didn't seem to be working, she could feel his muscles tensing under her.

         Clark was about to ask her to stand outside, he really didn't want her to see him like this, but he didn't seem to have a choice. Hell, they weren't even dating yet, and she was already seeing such a gross side of him.

         Groaning, he draped his arm over the seat and hunched over, resting his head on the meat of his wrist. This way his head was mostly inside the toilet, affording him a smidge of privacy. He stared at the clear water below, taking deep careful breaths, feeling his stomach churn, his breakfast working its way up his throat.

         “Ngh—”, he whimpered when his abdomen caved in, bringing a weak airy gag and a river of salty saliva to his lips.

         It couldn't get worse at least, he told himself. Lois was there, rubbing his back and trying to keep him calm, seemingly unbothered by him being a contagious funk. Clark clenched his eyes shut, tears prickling his eyes, and dry heaved loudly, feeling her flinch at the harsh noise echoing inside the bowl.

         “That's it, try to get it up”, Lois urged in a gentle voice, stroking his back as he retched again, louder but unproductive. “Keep going.”

         He tried again, sucking in his abdomen and whimpering pitifully when it felt like a punch to the gut instead of the relief of emptying it.

         “Easy…”, she instructed, her other hand wandered down, grazing his sore pained tummy over the tight shirt.

         Clark shivered as he felt her touch it, letting out another needy whimper that made her pull away.

         “I-It's okay, you can, gulp, touch there”, he managed to say before he was gagging again, his voice thick with nausea.

         “Ah, got it”, she responded, now sounding flustered. “I’ll be gentle.”

         Her hand found his stomach flat under the shirt, humid and warm, clenching in preparation for another harsh dry heave. A soft whistle escaped her lips as she realized she could feel the muscles of his toned abdomen underneath the clammy skin, even his stomach lunging as he gave another, this time wet-sounding heave.

         Humming with sympathy, Lois tried to rub her open palm up and down, trailing from his belly button to just below his ribcage, gently kneading into his bruised tummy as she went. The surface felt firm, his stomach was full and bloated underneath. No wonder he was feeling so uncomfortable, there seemed to be a lot in there making him sick.

         Her poor boyfriend-to-be let out a queasy moan and belched, the sound turning thick and wet as he forced it out.

         “There, try to get it up”, she instructed, patting his belly and widening her eyes as she felt it gurgle underneath her fingertips. That seemed like it did the trick.

         “H— urp! EUrGhH!” Clark made a miserable sound as he retched into the bowl, the violent heave turned hauntingly wet as vomit gurgled out of his mouth.

         Lois winced as she heard it connect with the water inside the bowl in a sharp splash, hearing him choke up and spit out the rest of it. While that seemed to have been just the liquid he had drank, the strong acrid smell still reached her quickly, making her shift with a slight discomfort.

         “There you go, let it out”, she whispered, trying to keep the disgust away from her voice.

         Clark dry heaved again and his whole body seemed to follow the motion. His back arched forward, his musculature showing through the damp shirt, shoulders hitching as he strained. She felt his stomach lurch under her palm and braced as he brought up more of his stomach contents in a lengthy surge, some of it spurting out of his nose with a hiss.

         He couldn't get a breath in as a second wave came up without warning, sounding thicker on his throat and heavier as it fell into the bowl, making a somewhat soft splatter. Lois didn't want to dwell on what it meant, but from how much he was straining she already had an idea. She could feel his stomach deflating under her fingertips, pumping itself empty.

         “There you go, let it all out”, she encouraged him, rubbing his back, to which he responded, or at least tried to, with a weak groan.

         “I'm, hrk— s-sorry…”, came the garbled apology, punctuated by harsh gagging.

         “Aw, baby… It's alright, don't apologize”, she frowned, tempted to just scoop him up into a hug, but another loud dry heave made her think twice. “You're doing great.”

         “No, I'm— urgh, this is so gross…”, he moaned, sounding completely clogged. “You shouldn't have to… hRk, see this, muRp!”

         “Aw, Clark, it's okay, really. I don't mind being here with you. I wouldn't just leave you like this either”, she responded, sounding timid as the sentence went on. He, on the other hand, didn't have much time to dwell on it as another flash of hot nausea slammed into him.

         Clark could barely keep his eyes open, but at a time like this he was almost thankful, his vision was blurry with unshed tears, which meant he couldn’t see much of the mess he was making. Retching harshly, he choked up another thick stream of his undigested sandwich and stomach juices, feeling the clumps passing through his throat.

         He sucked in a greedy gasp of air, choking up another lengthy wave of vomit not a second later. There was so much that for a moment he couldn't breathe as it gushed out his nose, burning through his airways. He coughed violently as it tapered off, noticing the disgusting taste hanging from the tail end. He knew better than to think too much about it, but now he could taste a pull of spoiled fish at the end.

         “EuRrGhH!”, he moaned, mustering a third consecutive wave before he was left panting so hard his lungs were whistling in his throat.

         “Hey, remember to breathe”, Lois told him, but Clark seemed too caught up in his own misery to take her advice.

         It felt like his stomach was trying to turn itself out. He clenched his eyes shut, tears of exertion gathering on his eyelashes, his throat still working through the last bits of vomit.

         “Breathe…”, she instructed him, her hand still on his stomach, grounding him.

         Clark lunged forward, nearly losing his grip as a harsh retch tore out of him, choking up a trickle of viscous bile into the toilet. He kept gagging for a solid minute, runny puke dribbling inside the toilet as his stomach continued to wrang itself empty, trying to get rid of any traces of that disgusting sandwich he had eaten yesterday.

         A moment or two passed of Lois shushing him while he continued to heave weakly, the involuntary motions growing more sparse. It felt like his stomach was finally empty, even though it kept clenching, leaving his abdomen sore.

         “Think you're done, big guy?”, she said, patting his back.

         “Mrgh… hm-hmm”, he made a pained noise before humming, though it still took another minute before he felt confident enough to raise his head.

         His face was an utter mess of orangish-brown vomit, drool and snot hanging from his nose and lips in thick slimy ropes, some of it coating his chin. He instinctively brought a cupped hand under it, trying to keep the mess from dripping on his shirt, but Lois was quicker, handing him a handful of rolled paper.

         “Think you got it all out?”, she asked sheepishly, while he blew his nose.

         “Think so…”, he rasped, his voice completely shot. 

         “Um, here, rinse your mouth out”, she instructed, bringing the water bottle to his lips and tipping it so he could take a sip. ”You don't have to swallow, just to get the taste out.”

         After he swished and spat out, she flushed the toilet, glancing at the swirling vomit inside and grimacing. She could make out bits of green lettuce among the murky orange mess, and lowered the lid before she had the chance to see anything else.

         Turning her gaze back to him, she found his junior intern sitting there like a lost kid, misty-eyed and sniffling, staring at the ground through half-lids. His color hadn’t improved much, in fact, he looked more green than pale now, with a feverish blush still burning on his cheeks.

         “Hey?”, she called, waving her hand in front of him. He raised his head weakly, blinking. “Are you alright now? Still feeling nauseous?”

         “Huh? No, I… think I'm empty now", he responded, though that didn't exactly respond to the question. His stomach was settled now, though it felt sore, like he had just done the worst workout of his life.

         “That's good, I think? At least you got out whatever was making you sick”, she commented, to which he had to put a hand to his mouth, covering a gag. “You must have a pretty weak immune system, huh? I mean, you were last week too.”

         “O-Oh, yeah, I was, yeah”, he feigned a chuckle, recalling the lie he had told her, when he needed to fly back home. His face quickly dropped. “Lois, I'm sorry you had to see this, I really didn't know what to—”

         “Clark, it's okay, really. You don't have to apologize for being sick, or for needing help. None of it is your fault. I'm here, okay? For whatever you need”, she silenced him, cupping his cheek again. A small smile played on his lips, before he nodded, finally convinced. “Now, do you think we can go? It's not exactly hygienic to be on a restroom floor.”

         “Ah! Y-Yeah, you're right“, he chuckled, putting his hands on his knees as he struggled to his feet. Lois followed, lending him a shoulder to lean on.

         “Come on, big guy. If you play your cards right, I might even make you some chicken noodle soup when we get to your place”, she said playfully.

         “Wait, really? That does sound good”, he replied, blue eyes sparkling with a naive and hopeful look.

         “We'll see”, she smirked. “But now, what you need is to lay down and rest.”

         He didn't argue, looking forward to the possibility of falling asleep on her lap, to her small fingers brushing through his hair, to her scent. At least there was some good to be taken out of this situation.

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🧐 not sure what I should feel with MhokDay breaking up at the end of episode 11 - I understand it is a way for both parties to realise that they can live independently without needing to co-dependent on each other (esp with Mhok struggling to delineate the line between being a caretaker and supportive boyfriend - something that Day’s mom clocked early on)

But it seems the underlying misunderstanding between the 2 of them don’t really align? - Day thinks Mhok pity him, something we all know Day truly despises. While from Mhok’s perspective, it’s more he is reminded of his last action with Rung whenever he can’t get in touch with Day (which unfortunately is manifesting as Mhok being overprotective and wanting to constantly be around Day) 🙃

Really boys, what you need is to talk it out when both parties are calm - not impulsively breaking up….

Last Twilight, episode 11

(Anyway, Jimmy’s acting has improved significantly this series 👌. His crying face - sheer heartbreak there 💔

#jimmy jitaraphol #mhokday #last twilight #episode 11