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paulinawoodpecker · 2 months

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@slappygiggledoodle

team aqua wants to start a pokemon burgarly at rustboro city trainer school. Archie made his weedle string shot the principal and a grunt made his gengar use hypnosis to make the vice principal fall asleep. The students have to leave their classrooms and hide somewhere else, because team aqua own pokemon can headbutt the door even locked ones down with no problem. A group of a few students ran down this dark hallway which no one been to since the 1930s due to ghosts taking over and even the archie and the other team aqua grunts are too scared to go down there. Luckily, one of the students lets call him "draken" has a sliph scope which will let him see any ghosts identities. "Aren't the school gonna call some ghost exterminators and defeat all the ghosts and renovate this hallway?" May asked the group. "Oh yeah, we overheard some adults one time talking about it during our lunch break" Brendan said remembering. The sick character's stomach gurgled, "hungry? I got some leftover non spicy cheesy takis I don't wan-" May's sentence got interrupted when she know the sick character wasn't hungry. "Still planning on using your sliph scope draken? Because he is about to be sick and needs to find the bathroom in this hallway" May asked draken. "No, does he wanna use it just in case ghost pokemon show up?" Draken asked. "Yes, also he can use my mudkip for now because it's attacks can work on ghost pokemon" may asked as may's mudkip went up to the sick character. Draken hands over the sliph scope along with a flashlight to the sick character. "Good, luck!" Brendan said looking at the old dark hallway shaking a little. "I I am not going down that dark hallway!" A team aqua grunts nervously said. "Let's just steal these kids pokemon instead" the other grunt says while cracking his knuckles while walking up to may, brendan and draken. "We got this!" May told the others. Meanwhile, the sick character and May's mudkip speed walked down the hallway. They finally found the males bathroom and the human ran in there ignoring the drawings and writings like on the wall, a crude stick figure drawing of Professor Oak with x's as the eyes and tounge sticking out in red sharpie and the writing saying, "professor Oak sucks", another on one of the toilet tanks was a writing saying, "team rocket, magma and aqua rule" the sick character ignored those graffiti because he can feel the bile rise up to his throat and he was green, he went into a cubicle and started violently throwing up loudly into the old toilet, he hated being this sick with a tummyache. "I hate being sick and my tummy hurts so much!" He cried and he vomited again, the sounds of him reaching can be echoed throughout the bathroom. After he was done and pulled the chain to flush the toilet. He sat on the floor and started to sob silently while his tears dropped to the tiled floor.

Archie: finally! We did it! Now let’s see what the principal has to say to all of us!

Archie uses the weedle strong shot on the principal

Gengar uses a hypnosis which causes him to fall asleep

Dawn: where can we go now?

Brendan: over there lest move!

The students left and went to a dark hallway

May: it’s dark. We should go.

Luna: besides you’re not scared of ghost are you?

Orion: why no. Of course not.

Searcher: 😮‍💨 let’s just go through there…

The gang started to walk through the hallway…

May: Aren't the school gonna call some ghost exterminators and defeat all the ghosts and renovate this hallway?

Brendan: Oh yeah, we overheard some adults one time talking about it during our lunch break

Searcher: ~gurgle~

May: "hungry? I got some leftover non spicy cheesy takis I don’t wan-

Searcher: no thanks. I’m not hungry anyway

May: Still planning on using your sliph scope draken? Because he is about to be sick and needs to find the bathroom in this hallway

Draken: No, does he wanna use it just in case ghost pokemon show up?"

May: Yes, also he can use my mudkip for now because it's attacks can work on ghost pokemon

May: mudkip, can you go with him?

Mudkip agrees and went with searcher

Draken: *hands over the sliph scope along with a flashlight to searcher* good luck!

Brendan: "I I am not going down that dark hallway!"

A team aqua grunt: Let's just steal these kids pokemon instead" the other grunt says while cracking his knuckles while walking up to them.

may, brendan and draken: We got this!

May: let’s fight!

Meanwhile, the sick character and May's mudkip speed walked down the hallway.

Searcher: oh look at that. A bathroom.

Searcher: *the drawings and writings like on the wall, a crude stick figure drawing of Professor Oak with x's as the eyes and tounge sticking out in red sharpie and the writing saying, "professor Oak sucks", another on one of the toilet tanks was a writing saying, "team rocket, magma and aqua rule”*

Searcher: *ignored those graffiti*

Searcher: 🤢 *slams the bathroom door and started violently throwing up loudly into the old toilet, he hated being this sick with a tummyache.

Searcher: I hate being sick and my tummy hurts so much! *vomits again; the sounds of him reaching can be echoed throughout the bathroom*

Mudkip: *asked him if he’s okay*

Searcher: *sat on the floor and started to sob silently while his tears dropped to the tiled floor*

Mudkip: *comfort cuddles him*

Searcher: *manages to calm down* thank you mudkip

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shrimplicitly · 3 years

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me age 15 watching ibs commercials or w/e: wow do they really have to run to the bathroom? why are they so upset its just a bathroom break? just excuse urself lol

me 5 years later after ive definitely fucked up my digestive system: if i have to run to the bathroom AGAIN in the next five minutes im killing myself

#image.txt #tummy hurt gang rise up #*me checking off yet another food i cant eat* guess this is a win for my autism #now i have a 'real' reason to be a picky eater #'sorry i cant eat that itll make me explode' instead of 'sorry i cant eat that its too mushy and will make me gag'#ugh

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callistoscurse · 3 years

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Damn I be fartin 😔

#weak stomach gang rise up #oh your tummy hurts but ur being brave about it? its ok you can sit back down

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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okay but imagine waking up next to soft!dom harry in the middle of the night and snuggling closer to him because you had a nightmare or you just couldn’t get to sleep well and he just kisses you, whispers sweet nothings and holds your hand as he helps you back to sleep

SCAREDY KITTEN Y/N, CLINGY AND MELTING OVER HARRY ALWAYS GONNA BE MY FAVE

Wednesday’s are most tiring for Harry. Shit tons of paperwork, shipping and unloading and then being a visible leader at the workplace to make sure the gang runs efficiently.

Weary and knotty in his muscles Harry dragged himself all the way to the threshold of his house to his room, his comfort space for many reasons— it smells incredibly sweet of his lovie, it’s cosy and the blankets are always toasty with her warmth and the room temperatures's the perfect chilly against your skin, akin to whole house.

“Hi Mushy,” He greets her coarsely, ducking down and a bit to the left of her gaze when she busily mumbles a ‘hi!’ Back with her head stuffed into her books, crossed legs on the chunky silken duvet and blankets.

“No kisses, pretty?” He asks, patting her head gently and she looks up at him. Equally tuckered out and bushed, she’s been trying to solve this stupid stupid algebra and it seems like algebra solved her and kicked her in arse telling her to do this nonsense with someone other.

“Sorry.” She sighs, scurrying to her knees and lifts her bum to plant a soft kiss to his lips instead ends up smashing a sloppy peck to his chin making both of them giggle.

She really thought she was about to get a good sleep, after having a tummy full dinner, doing her night routine with Harry and cleaning the little mess around her room because it keeps on irking her the whole night of otherwise --- she really hoped.

Her hopes were crushed brutally with a bulldozer when Harry knocked out the moment his floppy head hit the pillows, his embrace's homey and his breath melting into her skin makes her wants to learn the pattern mentally and sleep to it— she did.

She almost lulled herself into a light slumber when their whole house shook, the windows squeaked and their bedhead banged against the wall ever loudly from the force of her jolt due to the peal of unexpected thunder.

Y/N hates thunderstorms. It hyperventilates her badly and she’s never able to sleep during them, she might ends up crying or trying to make a clever run god knows where. She’s a science student still her silly and scared brain convinces her that the lightening will fall on them and burn them to ashes.

For a moment it didn’t happen again, replaced with calming patter patter of rain and she was glad she hasn’t woken Harry up. Who’s snoring softly into his pillow, his arms lax around her body and his facial features placid and soft.

There’s an ominous roar again in the sky and this time it fucks her up properly. She whimpers like a puppy shrinking into Harry’s side, eyes bolted shut as she feels her heart pumping in her ears – thumping eerily against Harry’s chest and she gasps, her knees knocking against Harry’s lower abdomen when there’s furious amount of non-stop thundering. Quite funnily he only mutters something incoherent and tucks her further into him.

Y/N’s sleepy, loggy and her scary surroundings doesn’t makes any sense to her and she doesn’t want to wake up Harry.

She’s feeling awfully, small and little and skimpy.

Terrified her eyes blows away when she sees the light-flashing outside scarily bright, “Daddy!” She cries out, latching her elbows around Harry’s neck and her thighs around his waist -- practically haggling the dude into a bendy doll.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy. . .” She mumbles unremittingly into his throat, her tears soaking the crew neck of his shirt -- tummy jolting against him and it stirs Harry, trying to take in his wear-bouts— knuckling the blurriness away from his eyes, he looks down at his lovie in haziness worried something bad happened because last he remembers she was good and about to drool over him. His warm palm gliding up her back, the fabric of her pyjama top bunching in his hold.

It doesn’t took him long to realize why his lovie’s so rucked up, clinging onto him like she depends on him for dear life when another wave of thunder-clapped and she was shoving herself into him with a frightened sob.

“Hey, hey . . Poppy. Daddy’s here. Not g'na let anything happen t’ya, sweet girl.” He whispers, cupping her face with both of his hands and tilts it up gently to look into her scared eyes, he sandwiches her shaky hands in-between his thighs and brings her impossibly closer to him – stroking his thumb over her wobbling wet bottom lip.

“We're gonna die!” She stutters a whiny sniffle hating that this awful thundering wouldn’t stop. Her outburst quirks Harry’s lips into a small smile, his heart oozing with overloaded infatuation for his love who’s just too innocent and cute for her own sake.

He gives her an eskimo kiss, pecking the corner of her salty lips then kissing her mouth tenderly and lovingly, “Said the same thing last time baby.” He calms her down. Rubbing her back, halting at the dip of her hip to massage the soft spot gently.

“Shh, shh, ‘s okay . . . I know it scares my darling so much, hate tha’, wouldn’t want my little’s poor heart to suffer this much would I?” He says groggily, tone coy and affectionate. He brushes the frays falling over her eyes out of shakiness, behind her ear and smooches a kiss to the side of her temple.

A surreal quietness blanketed them, her timid voice breaking through it and Harry smiles foppishly and lazily down at her hands still covering her ears. He tuts caringly when she blinks and glistening moisture collects under her eyebags.

“Sorry, didn’t wanna wake you,” She skootches impossibly closer into him, nuzzling her face in his strong healthy rising chest and he shakes his head petting her hair, “Would’ve been bummed if you didn’t,” He hugs her securely, and she relaxes taking a nourishing breather. Something so protective, safe and warm his huggies makes her feel.

Harry himself is the definition of tenderness, for her.

“Good?” He inquires, pressing his lips to where her neck and shoulder meet—- rubbing his hands up and down her arms smiling assuringly when Y/N hums in meekness.

His head perks up, brows shooting up nonchalantly when Y/N groans again upon all of it starting again and he coos, tightening his hug more compassionately screwing his mind too think of any idea to distract her.

“Would my baby like to keep me inside her, keep daddy warm?” He cuddles her chuckling softly when she buries her face in his neck, fisting the waistband of his joggers out of shyness and quick to bob her head timidly as Harry showers her in tiny sloppy wet fond kisses.

“Hmm. My soft little one.” He murmurs, hooking her panties away and spitting in his palm to squeeze it around his girth and gives himself few pumps before lubricating her with his own precum and eases carefully inside, not to hurt her.

Their temples falls against eachother, whimpers mingling as Harry bottoms out inside her. Balls snug against her bum, his eyes glassy as he nudges her playfully, “Now if we get stoned to death . . atleast it’d be with me cock inside ye',” His belly does a loopy loop upon earning a shy giggle from her (he takes pride in making his lovie laugh) and she moans breathily when he squishes her bum cheek grumbling disgruntled.

“Not letting them see yer bum thou,” She hiccups a giggle, feeling ticklish from all the raspberries he’s blowing at her skin and lapping the sensitive spot then, teasing it dry.

“You’re s’nice to me, I love you.”

“I love you too, my little one.”

Harry’s forever and always gonna be her comfort person.

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blessedtobebangtan · 3 years

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Jungkook number 7 please🥺

yess ☺️☺️

prompt list <3

“ You.. you don’t want to have my child ?”

You looked over to your left to see Jungkook’s back and sighed you slowly sat up in your spot.

There was no denying it anymore. As many times as you tried to convince yourself all the signs were normal and that you were fine.

The waking up in the early mornings to throw up everything you’d eaten in the past 2 hours or if you weren’t puking you had to pee every 10 minutes. Your breast were sore for no reason and you seemed to be gaining a bit of weight. Your period was two weeks late for goodness sake. But, even though you knew it- you just couldn’t bring yourself to admitting it because you weren’t ready to tell Jungkook.

As you were about to lay down and sleep on it, a urging heat began to rise in your throat and you knew you had to puke. You jumped up from the bed and lunged for the bathroom door, not caring if you woke Jungkook up.

You began to give the toilet all you had.

“ Y/N ?”, you heard a deep, tired voice call for you.

Your eyes widened in fear and you coughed before speaking, “ I’m fine, Jungkook, just go back to sleep.”. The urge returned and you began to hurl once more.

“ Y/N, this is the fourth time this week, wha-“, he gasped softly at the sight of you kneeling at the toilet.

You heard shuffling behind you and felt your hair being lifted from your back as a hand rubbed your back softly.

“ Jungkook, I said it’s fine, please go back to bed.”

He scoffed just loud enough for you to as he got up to get you a towel, “ Don’t be stupid, Y/N, you’re obviously not well.”

You just nodded at his scolding too tired to say anything back and scooted away from the toilet to lean back on the shower door.

Jungkook returned with a towel and a bottled water. He didn’t say anything, but by the clench of his jaw and the grip he had on the water bottle he was pissed.

“ Have you been eating while I’m at work ?”, he questioned as he hand you the water and towel.

You nodded slowly as you wiped your mouth and gargled some of the water spitting it into the toilet and flushing it.

He leaned back on the door frame with his arms crossed against his buff chest, “ How much sleep have you been getting ?”

You rolled your eyes suddenly tired off his questions, “ Enough.”

Jungkook saw your shift in attitude and he felt his patience wearing thin, but he just dismissed it in order to focus on the problem at hand.

“ So then what’s your problem ?”, he asked but you recognized it as a demand.

You just bit your tongue and kept your gaze on the bathroom floor. It was silent and by now, Jungkook’s patience was long faded and he was growing angrier by each second you seemed to ignore him.

“ Y/N, I swear if you don’t answer me, I’m going to loose my shit.”, he said in a calm, irritated tone that you recognized all too well. The tone he used every time he was about to hurt you.

You stood to your feet, slowly not to loose your balance and looked up at him with tears glossing your eyes and let it go, “ I-I’m pregnant.”

Jungkook’s face dropped and all the angry he had just built left is body in one breath. He shied away from the door frame and walked closer to you with his eyebrow raised, “ Are you positive ?”

You slowly nodded taking a step back scared of what he might say, “ Well, yes, but I’m still going to the doct-“

You were cut off by a pair off lips placed on yours, you were taken back and just widened your eyes in surprise. Jungkook picked you up by your ass and spun you around with an adorable laugh that would have made you smile if you weren’t so worried about your future.

He sat you down on the counter with his infamous bunny smile that you didn’t get to see as often as you did when you first started dating.

“ We are having a baby, smile Y/N.”, he said with a chuckle and lowered himself to your tummy with a smile, “ My little angel, I can’t wait to meet you.”

Your eyes stung with tears as you bit your lip in fear, “ I don’t think you get it, Jungkook.”

He rose up again and brought his hand up to your cheek caressing it slowly with ease, “ No, I get it, kitten, you were just scared to tell me because were overthinking it. But it’s fine, we’re going to be great parents.”

He couldn’t be serious, could he ? The both of you were not stable enough to be parents at least emotionally. You gulped softly and shook your head, “ I don’t think it’s the right time for us to raise a child, don’t you agree.”

“ What ?”, Jungkook was still smiling as he looked up to you, “ Why wouldn’t it be, baby. ?”

“ You know, you are always working, we’re so young and we have all of the time in the world, maybe we should wait.”, you fumbled with your fingers to try and calm your nerves.

His smile dropped as he raised an eyebrow trying to get you to come out with what you had to say, “ I don’t get what you’re saying.”

You were walking on eggshells here and he wasn’t helping you at all. He was beginning to grow impatient with you again. So, you closed your eyes tightly and said it.

“ I can’t have your child.”

You didn’t want to say it, but you knew you had to say it. Jungkook is the leader of one of the notorious gangs, he sold drugs and killed people who didn’t have enough to pay him back. He was very territorial over you and treated more like a pet than a person. And if he was angry enough at you he would resort to violence.

There was no way in hell you could put someone else through that trauma, pain and constant fear especially not your own child.

“ You.. you don’t want to have my child ?”, he asked tilting his head to the side and his expression turning sour.

You registered what you had said and how he was taking it, so you tried to back track, “ N-no, babe, I-I just think we should wait for the right time, yeah ?.”

He laughed out of frustration and backed away from you, but never looking away, “ You don’t want to have my child, y-you’ve got to be fucking with me right ?”

You held your mouth open not knowing what to say to him anymore and just stated as he lost his mind.

“ Fucking answer me, Y/N !”, he yelled at you causing you to jump and almost fall off the counter, “ I give you everything- my love, my protection, my riches and that still isn’t enough for you is it ?”

You jumped off of the counter and tried to approach him, but he just backed away and glared at you as he poked his inner cheek with his tongue. You stretched out your hand to take hold of

“ Don’t fucking touch me, I really don’t want to hurt you.”, he said, but you knew he didn’t mean that. He didn’t want to hurt the baby.

“ Jungkook, please, let’s j-.”, you began to beg him softly, but he stopped you.

“ I’m going out, I’ll be back.”, he stated as he pushed past you a little hard making you stumble back a couple of steps.

Finally, the tears that had been in your eyes fall slowly, but plentiful on your crimson cheeks.

You were such a good person at you thought you were, what did you do to to deserve this and that only made your tears fall harder.

Your sobs were soft, but loud enough for Jungkook to hear. He stopped in his tracks realizing he couldn’t just leave his pregnant girlfriend all alone for once he showed mercy.

Jungkook turned around and walked back over to you, you didn’t expect as you were looking down, but he wrapped his arms around pulling you into his warm embrace. You were engulfed in his sweet, hypnotizing scent and his gentle voice.

“ Please stop crying, my princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded against his chest too embarrassed to look up. You knew he loved seeing you so small and dependent on only him. You knew I’d you had this baby you would be tied to him for life and there was no way out. But, maybe he would change and you could be happy, right ?

Clearing your throat, you looked up at him with a small smile, “ Um, I’m sorry for the things I said to you- I was just scared.”

He wiped off your tears gently and hummed, “ I forgive you, I know my good girl would never mean to anger me on purpose.”

His good girl. He forgives his good girl.

Jungkook laid a soft kiss on your exposed forehead as he rocked the both of you back and forth.

“ Like I said earlier, we will be great parents, my love.”, he stated with ease as if he knew this would be the endgame.

And you nodded not wanting anymore trouble for the night, “ You’re right as you always are.”

and there you are- i hope you enjoy and i apologize for taking such a long time :)) but keep requesting and ill be getting back to all of you in time 🤍 in the meantime stay safe and you are loved <3

- mai

#jungkook #bts yandere #yandere bts #bts x reader #bts fanfic #yandere jungkook #jungkook mafia au #bts jungkook

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themelonsins · 5 years

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Whirlwind [sickfick holla]

okay this is based on this post I made a while back u know but it was so cute that I had to write something for it now anyways i love dimitri but i love torturing him much much more. theres also a lot of canon events mentioned and if theres any confusion of those im v happy to answer

Warnings: stuffing, emeto, mentions of decapitation (?)

Things for the University of Supers Honors College were in a complete spiral. The constant villain attacks, Scarlet going missing. The most devastating occurrence was the death of Audrey’s second head-Twoey. Not only did this leave Audrey out of commission for weeks on end, but severely depressed as well. So, the gang-save Scarlet and Xavier who, upon her return, decided there was much they needed to discuss as a couple-decided to take Audrey to a nearby amusement park to brighten her day. They’ve missed her smile oh so dearly. Dimitri orchestrated the whole thing-spoiler this day doesn’t end well for our well meaning Russian baby.

“Ready to go, Audrey,” Dimitri slung his shoulder around his green-tinted, mutant friend. The top of her head was wrapped with a sort of bandage, for safety precautions. The female smiled, her sharp canines glinting brightly.

“Yeah, I’m ready to have some fun after being cooped up in the infirmary for weeks,” Audrey breathed deeply, watching as Jesse came forward, Audrey’s purse slung over his shoulder. “I’m gonna ride with Jesse, do you mind? I mean, I know this was your plan.” Dimitri just waved his hand, giving Audrey his most handsome grin.

“Nah, of course. Jesse’s a handsome guy, of course you want to spend a car ride with him,” Dimitri winked at the two, a blush forming on the apples of Audrey’s cheeks and a slight one on Jesse’s. “Don’t kiss him too hard, he’ll make you never want to stop.” Audrey burst out laughing, and Jesse froze in his tracks, face exploding in a bright red shade. Rie hit Dimitri’s chest as he laughed in a rhythm with Audrey. Pulling Audrey’s arm, Jesse let out an embarrassed blush as he pulled Audrey down to the door.

“You’re dead Romanov,” Jes yelled as he was opening the door, Audrey’s giggles loud from behind him.

“Love you!” Dimitri called back. “Ready, Rie?” Dimitri’s electric gaze followed Rie as she skimmed through her purse.

“Yep! Let’s go.” She beamed, skipping out the door. Dimitri smiled at her while she skipped, though something was bubbling in the pit of his belly as he followed suit.

***

The car ride to the amusement park wasn’t doing the dull ache in his stomach any favors. Any bump in the road only made it worse. The heavy rock music, altering between RnB tracks provided a nice distraction from it. Listening to Rie’s beautiful voice belting to the track of No Scrubs by TLC, Dimitri chuckled while his stomach let out a loud, ugly gurgle.

“Whoa,” He breathed, a smile on his face though that gurgle forced a ripple of pain to pull through his stomach. Turning the music down, Rie looked at him with a devilish grin on her face.

“Wow, Romanov, hungry?” She teased, waiting until they were stopped to start poking at his, already, sensitive tummy. He giggled a little, though the poking provided more pain than a ticklish sensation. “Do you want to stop and get some food?”

“Nah. Nope,” Dimitri shook his head, starting to drive once the light turned green. “I can wait, don’t worry about it.” Rie snorted.

“Whatever you say, Sparky.” Her smile was almost contagious, yet he definitely felt that whatever war was raging in his tummy wasn’t due to hunger.

***

When Dimitri told you getting off that first roller coaster was the worst experience of his life, he wasn’t exaggerating. The twists and turns, the loops, only made the nausea so much worse than it was in the car. He hid it fairly well with cheering and yelling, yet he stopped a good way through because he was too scared that bile or vomit would fly out of his mouth and onto Audrey who was in front of him. Walking off, the after effects of the coaster were hitting him hard. He felt dizzy and like he was about to throw up everywhere.

And Audrey jumping on his back with a loud giggle didn’t make matters easier. Yet he mustered through with a smile.

“That was so so so much fun, Dimitri!” Audrey laughed loudly, Rie and Jesse trailing behind her.

“Yeah it was,” Smiling, he held his hands on her waist to set her down gently. Yet she couldn’t help but bounce. Hahnna and Ezra found their way to the group. Both of them decided sitting out on more endorphin rising rides would be best for their weak stomachs as they both had really bad motion sickness. Maybe Dimitri should join them.

Nah. Nope. Not gonna be a pussy. Not today.

“How bout a few more rides before we go get something to eat?” Rie suggested, which was met with an agreement from the group. Dimitri remained silent, the mere mention of gross, greasy amusement park food made his stomach churn in a not so fun way.

“Can we go on baby rides, please?” Hahnna requested with a smile and absolutely no one could say no to that girls sweet smile. Honestly, Dimitri never loved a suggestion more.

The baby rides, as Hahnna called them, provided a really nice relief onto his struggling tummy. Every time they walked to a new ride, he’d rub small circles into his abdomen, hoping to provide more comfort. To no avail, but the heat of his hand radiating through his shirt felt lovely.

***

This was the part of the day he didn’t want to happen. Dimitri didn’t want to eat anything, he felt so awful. While his friends were ordering food, he had every intention of paying for Rie and not actually getting anything.

That idea received a good amount of backlash from his dear friends.

“Dimitri you haven’t eaten anything all day,” Ezra pouted, putting his hands on his friends shoulders.

“Yeah, besides, your stomach was growling like a caged animal this morning,” Rie teased, rubbing a circle into his belly. Dimitri had to hold back a groan from how nice her hand felt on his achy stomach. He watched her brows furrow, yet didn’t think anything of it. Swallowing back whatever he was feeling, Dimitri caved. He ordered chicken tenders, the lightest thing they had and what would hopefully be gentle on his stomach.

The laughter and conversation they had while they ate was such a wonderful distraction from the pain. Though, every time he swallowed food into that absolutely pain filled belly, Dimitri could feel the ache grow and feel the bloat starting. His part in the conversation started to dwindle. Instead, he focused on rubbing his belly in smooth circles, and doing his best to not unbutton his pants in public. Though it wasn’t long before a loud belch rippled past his lips. In response he covered his mouth, a blush forming on the apples of his cheeks.

“Bless you!” Hahnna smiled, doing her best to joke around with Dimitri’s no-doubt embarrassment. Rie looked over to Dimitri, concern glazed over in her eyes. Audrey laughed, waving her hand back and forth.

“I’ll give that like an eight point five,” She joked with a smile.

“I’ll take it.” Dimitri joked.

***

Dimitri’s walking pace to the next ride most certainly slowed down, and the only one who noticed was Rie, who kept her speed low to match Dimitri’s. When she was this close, she could hear how angry his tummy was. It was gurgling loudly.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sliding her arm across his waist. He leaned into her, grateful for the balance she was providing. “Something not agreeing with you?”

“I’ve felt so sick all day, honeybee,” Dimitri admitted, running his hand across his bloated belly.

“Sweetheart! Why didn’t you say anything?” She gasped. “Sit out from this next ride Dimitri, now.” Dimitri shook his head, getting in line for the ride against Rie’s will.

That was the worst mistake Dimitri made on this day. Everyone had their endorphins rushed due to so many loops and turns, but all Dimitri felt was the urge to yak. They were all talking and laughing, but all Dimitri could hear was white noise. He spotted a trashcan and that was it. That was the end for our smooth as butter Dimitri. Instantly, Dimitri began to vomit. The little he ate coming right back up along with bile and water.

“Oh my God, Dimitri,” Jesse yelped, running to his best friends side, a cool hand running down his back. This only helped everything come up easier. “What the Hell, man?”

“Dimitri are you okay?” Audrey asked, running to his side. Her hands felt up and down his stomach, feeling the bloat. “Oh, Sparky you’re so bloated.” Dimitri couldn’t respond, the vomit coming up his throat prevented any words. Tears began rushing down his cheeks. “Don’t cry. Oh sweetie, don’t cry.” When Dimitri pulled away from the trash can, his hands felt numb and he slid onto the floor, groaning in absolute and utter pain.

“How long have you been sick?” Hahnna asked, kneeling in front of him.

“All day,” Was his hoarse response, hand raising to wipe his lips with the back of his hand.

“Baby,” Jesse huffed, pushing Dimitri’s bangs out of his sweaty forehead.

“I’m so sorry Audrey,” Dimitri choked, and he felt like crying more. He ruined this day for Audrey. “I didn’t want to ruin this for you.”

“You didn’t.” Audrey hushed him, cupping his cheeks. “Rie will you please take him back to the dorms?”

“Like I’d do anything else,” Rie smiled softly down at the sickly boy in front of her.

***

The car ride home was silent. Dimitri was curled in the back seat, trying to sleep but, like earlier, the bumps in the road made him feel so much more sick. She lead him back inside, and lay him gently on the couch. This was all in silence. She grabbed the heating pad, plugged it in and laid it on Dimitri’s aching belly. It was still so bloated, even if it was empty. Kneeling beside the couch, she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Feel any better?” Rie asked.

“Slightly,” Dimitri breathed. “I still feel like my stomach was wringed out but,” sighing he curled into the couch. “My tummy hurts.”

“I know,” She cooed, rubbing circles into his lower belly, not covered by the heating pad. The doors to the common area opened and the group rejoined Rie and Dimitri in the common area. Audrey held a giant teddy bear in her arms as she walked in, Jesse with ginger ale.

“Hey,” Audrey smiled. “I’m so sorry your sick, sweetie,” She sighed. “So I got you this bear. You’ve been so sweet with what happened to me. The least we can do is take care of you.” Jesse set the ginger ale on the table.

“This is for when you feel a little better. Just to get something in your system,” Jesse offered, arms crossed. Dimitri smiled.

“Thank you guys, I appreciate this but,” Dimitri burped in the back of his hand. “Can I just take a nap out here?”

“Of course you can!” Audrey beamed. “But expect a load of belly rubs and cuddles from us when you get up!”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

#dimitri #audrey #jesse #rie #hahnna #ezra #belly rubs #belly bloat #upset tummy #emetophilia #emeto fic #sickfic #stuffing #i suppose #drabbles #super squad

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Equanimity

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Type: Angst

Plot: A few weeks after Yoongi had left you a broken mess, you worsened. Barely eating and starving yourself of human contact. One night as Maria and Jimin attempt to cheer you up at a romantic comedy movie, it turns out that the movie is your life and it’s a horror.

Warning(s): blood, injury, self-harm, eating disorder, kidnapping, torture, cursing, death, shooting, gun violence

*Find Chapter One: Skin on Skin here

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Chapter Two: Eye of The Chamber

One meal a day. A few light snacks and a meal which Maria had dragged Jin over to cook was barely touched. That was your food for the day over the past two weeks. You stayed cooped up in your room, ignoring Maria’s attempts at making you leave the house.

“Come on! It’ll be fun. Just one movie is all it is, it won’t hurt.” Jimin begged as Maria grabbed your shoes and threw them at you, “We’re going.” She said sternly as she zipped up Jimin’s jacket after his face scrunched up in frustration.

It was a romantic movie. Normally, you’d enjoy them having a bubbling giggle in your tummy as you teased Yoongi during the movie - Yoongi. You looked down at your feet as Maria ordered the tickets, Jimin noticing your sulking and elbowing you softly, “Hey, you’re safe with us.” His attempt at cheering you up was entirely futile.

You sat next to Jimin during the movie who kept his hand splayed on Maria’s knee. They were cute. You hated it. You hated that they could have it and you couldn’t. Maria had a boyfriend from the same mafia, yet they worked out and you didn’t. Why not you?

Your eyes teared up thankfully in the blissful black of the theatre, sniffles hidden by the speakers which vibrated with power. You clenched your fist at the memory of his hand connecting with your cheek, digging your thumb nail purposely into your palm. Soon, skin broke and a light trickle of blood dropped on the theatre carpet.

A hiss rolled in your throat at the stinging pain, yet a smirk splayed on your lips at the disappearance of the memory. Self harm. “Jimin keep your damn hands away from me!” You sighed and shifted uncomfortably in your seat, thinking of how much better it would be to be in bed and away from the public.

Jimin giggled beside you, sharing a minute long of teasing eye contact. You watched curiously as Maria’s eyes set on Jimin’s plump lips. You rolled your own as Jimin leaned in towards her. You couldn’t take it anymore as you stood abruptly and walked straight out of the theatre. They didn’t even notice.

You sat on the curb outside the theatre, not wanting to drift far as Jimin was your ride home. The sky was black without a moon or star in sight. You dragged a lonesome twig against the pavement, drawn to the scraping sound; boredom. You sighed and slumped your shoulders, hugging your knees.

You stared at the cement with droopy eyes. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to cry or sleep. Either or, it always seemed to be your last remaining emotions. A pair of footsteps approached you and you sighed, “Are you ready to go?” You asked as you craned your neck - expecting to see Maria and Jimin.

Instead, you saw a black cloth pulled over your eyes before a loud ringing strung in your ears. You passed out. Where you were off to was not known, but you did recognize black men's army boots, therefore, it was surely not Jimin nor Maria.

To call yourself kidnapped seemed stupid. You had been growing far too numb over the past two weeks to give a reaction as they ripped the bag off of your head. Arms and feet bound on the chair by metal straps, Maria sat next to you in the same situation.

Three tall men of white decent stood with arms crossed and stern expressions. Bulging biceps littered in gang tattoo’s - you were under an enemies turf. You bit your lip, trying to focus on pain as it became a coping mechanism.

“It’s so easy to get a rise out of the oh so great Min Yoongi. Mention his bitch and he gets distracted.” The tallest one boasted, laughing with the clap of his meaty hands. You rolled your eyes, and in response, a pair of knuckles wedged into your eye.

You yelped as the chair teetered due to the impact, Maria flinching at the sound of his fist connecting to your brow bone. You groaned as he recoiled, knuckles split and scabbing. He let out a wheezy laugh at the blood which trickled down your split brow bone, “You sure injure easy huh?” Maria shot daggers with her glare.

“Watch it ginger, or you’re next.” What a stupid insult. Her hair was chestnut red. You let out a slight laugh at this, making the tallest narrow his eyes on you.

He walked towards you, standing a few inches from you as he snickered in your face. “You’re the reason that your boyfriend's friend got scratched up.” His words made you and Maria stunned, “What?” You both said in sync.

He let out a maniacal laugh, brows creased as he did so, “All I had to do was bring you up and he got distracted. Probably hates you because you’re what almost got him killed. You’re a weakness. A parasite which is destroying him. A disease.” He seethed through clenched teeth. You had nothing to do as tears welled up in your eyes but accept that he was right.

The next few minutes went with more punches thrown your way and multiple questions asked from the tall man. You swore an oath to Yoongi a year ago that you’d never betray him. Although he did you, you refused to get on his level. So now here you sat, bound as you spat blood from between your teeth with an eye swollen shut and a busted lip.

They hauled Maria off as she kicked and screamed, “Why don’t we bring back some old medicine shall we? You don’t look very good.” They said to her before dragging her into a different part of the concrete warehouse.

You were faced now with the tall man, a mischevious glint in his eye. “You hate yourself, don’t you?” He asked with a taunt, yet you stayed silent. No matter how many punches he could throw at you, you refused to give in.

A loud scream struck the tension that hung heavy in the air, Maria. You began struggling in your chair, cutting into your wrists and ankles with the sharp metal which bound them, “What the fuck are you doing to her!?” You yelled over top of her high pitched screams.

The tall man simply stood over you with a smirk, “I believe it’s called electro-shock therapy?” The snide aftertaste in his words made you want to vomit. You spat wide on his face, laughing at his flinch.

He wiped the glob off of his nose, his hand grabbing a gun from his waistband. Now your stomach dropped. You hadn’t truly felt scared this entire night up until now, and you were petrified. “Wait - stop.” You whispered desperately, eyes glued to the eye of the chamber which looked at your forehead.

Maria’s limp body was thrown on the floor next to you, thick purple circular bruises on her temples. She had froth in the corner of her lips and a slight twitch in her body. “Fuck you!” You screamed at the tall man, staring at him with as much hate as you could muster.

The tall man faltered for a second, eyes caught on something behind you. You were about to say something more until a familiar voice cut through the tension, “Y/N, shut up before you get yourself killed.” It was Yoongi. You spun your head around and saw him with the rest of his gang, including Jimin.

The tall man laughed, “Ah yes, Jimin! If only you wouldn’t of went to the bathroom you couldn’ve been here early for the party. But you just had to crash it.” Yoongi chuckled, walking to now stand beside you.

However, there was a look of knowing in the tall man’s eyes. As he repointed his gun at your face, Yoongi swiped a punch. It was the perfect distraction. His henchmen which were hidden fired shots which rung in the echo of the warehouse, making everyone flinch.

And then a body dropped. Limp eyes and pale skin. Blood pooling around them like an angels embrace as they were lifted away from the living realm. A perfect kill shot. Yoongi. His eyes painfully connected with yours, except his were dead. And it was because you were a distraction.

You were to blame. If you hadn’t of been so stupid to go out by yourself. If you hadn’t gotten in that fight. If you hadn’t been in his life, he wouldn’t be so distracted. Yet here he laid, cold dead. All because he was distracted.

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