#tw fainting

[thatkoiboi]

//TRIGGER WARNING: panic attack, hysteria, collapsing//

#just let it out #it's all going to be okay #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #disaster twins #tw panic attack #cw panic attack #tw fainting #cw fainting #tw hysteria #cw hysteria

[black-aurora-nora]

New Baby Pt. 3 | Platonic!Yandere!Todoroki Family x Reader

Every morning you were given your medication by Rei with the supervision of Enji. Then you'd get dressed for the day and head to the living area, where everyone would usually be waiting for you.

And despite the fact that you had grown used to the routine, the Todoroki's could still tell that you were holding onto the belief that your parents would one day come back.

How sad, they all thought.

Little did you know that they had been threatened to hell and back by Enji to ensure that your parents would never attempt to try and gain custody of you again.

They were in far too much debt and had no power against the #2 Pro-Hero of Japan.

Enji and Rei had been hoping you'd be easier to manipulate but you were so stupidly hopeful of the future like any other child and while they loved that about you, it wasn't helpful in their situation.

You were currently watching the Natsuo and Shoto play a card game against each other. When they finished a few rounds, they looked to you with encouraging smiles.

"(Y/N), you want to play?" Natsuo asked, raising his eyebrows.

A shrug left your shoulders, "Not really..."

Enji and Rei sat nearby on a couch. Rei looked at her husband, conflicted on whether she should say something to you. She didn’t want to scare you like she had previously.

Softly, she spoke, “(Y/N), why don’t you try playing one game? If you don’t like it, then we can find something else to do.”

Your lips pursed in distaste but you scooted closer to the brothers and allowed Natsuo to deal you your hand.

You quickly finished a round and gave the cards to Natsuo, unimpressed. “I’m going to my room.” You announced only for Enji to block the doorway.

“You need to stay out here, (Y/N). Tucking yourself away in your room isn’t healthy.”

With pursed lips, you timidly sat back down to watch the boys.

Shoto spoke up, noticing your souring mood, "Do you want to play a different game instead? It doesn't have to be a card game, it can be whatever you want."

You weren't in the mood to play anything but it appeared that you had no other choice and you didn't want to sit around doing nothing.

"Ok... that's fine." You chose a game to play and after a few rounds you spoke again, "When does Fuyumi get home?"

It had grown apparent to everyone in the house that Fuyumi was your favorite person in the house. In the past two weeks that you'd been here, you'd been at her side as much as possible.

If Fuyumi was in the kitchen cooking, you were there to help her. If you were watching TV, you would ask her to come watch with you.

It got to the point that Enji forced her to take extra hours at work so that they could get a chance to bond with you.

Having a relationship with your siblings was important, but not as important as having a relationship with you mommy and daddy.

Enji answered when no one else would, "She'll get here when she gets here."

Frowning, you slumped your shoulders slightly. You knew that meant that she wouldn't be back until dinner which was a few hours from now.

Natsuo stood up, patting your head sympathetically. He was jealous for sure. How had you bonded with Fuyumi so easily?

Hell, Enji had to force you to play with him and his brother.

You moved away from his touch and he bit back the anger that burned inside of him. What could he do to get on your good side?

Before he could ask if you wanted to do anything else, you walked over to Enji and Rei, eyes shifting around nervously.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Rei said, smiling sweetly.

"Um..." You trailed off. Any questions about your parents were off limits, but it'd been two weeks now and you still hadn't heard anything.

“I want to know how my parents are doing?”

The room stilled at the question.

Enji looked to the boys and they both left without another word, only glancing at you with something akin to pity.

“Did I not tell you those questions are forbidden, (Y/N)?”

You shriveled into yourself, “I just want to know if they’re ok.” And when can they come take me from this place.

Enji closed his eyes with a deep sigh, “(Y/N), you’re a smart girl. Isn’t it obvious what’s going on here?” He asked you condescendingly. "I thought you would've understood by now since you'd stopped asking."

You blinked, wondering what he meant by that.

Rei smiled sadly, “Oh, (Y/N), you’re parents don’t want you anymore.” She didn't sound sad despite the look on her face. You didn't miss the misplaced happiness in her tone.

She rose from her seat to give you a hug, “I’m so sorr-!” She jolted back when you shoved her with all your might.

Tears stung your eyes and you eyed the two strangers in front of you darkly, “My parents would never leave me! Don’t say stuff like that!”

Enji huffed, rising to tower over you.

You trembled but held firm, looking him in the eyes. Resolute in your declaration that your parents hadn’t left you.

But Enji had planned for this.

“How about we call them?” He said, pulling out his phone, “So they can tell you themselves.”

You swallowed your anxiety down, “Ok.”

He typed some numbers on his phone and held it to his ear, “ Hello? (Y/N) wishes to speak with you two.”

Enji passed the phone over and you gladly took it, smiling wide when you brought it to your ear.

“Mama? Daddy?” You called, beaming when you heard them respond, “I miss you guys a lot! This family is taking really good care of me…” you trailed off before starting again. “But I really want to come back home… But Mr. Todoroki said you didn’t want me… that’s not true though, right? When are you guys gonna come get m-“

“Look, (Y/N)… you’re too heavy of a burden. We can’t afford the medical bills.” Came your father’s voice.

“Huh?”

“We don’t want you anymore… don’t call us anymore. We’re trying to move on with our lives.” Your mom added.

“Please don’t say that!” You wept, “I miss you-“ You felt your heart tear when the phone call ended.

A thick silence filled the room. Only your quivering breaths emitted through the air.

You could feel yourself breathing but your chest felt too tight, there was no way this was happening.

There was no way your parents could just abandon you like that. How could they?

The day before you were taken to the Todoroki house, you were supposed to go the movies and have popcorn with lots of butter and a big soda.

And now, here you were, under the guardianship of two strangers that want to be your new parents without asking if you were okay with that.

“It’s unfortunate, but I promise everything will be ok, Y/N).” Enji’s voice barely reached your ears, “so long as you see us as your mom and dad.”

But they weren’t. You couldn’t forget that major detail.

The “I know it’s painful, baby,” Rei cooed beside you. Her arms leeched around you, entrapping you in her embrace. “Mama will make it all better.”

No, she wouldn’t.

Rei of all people wouldn’t be able to make this better.

“Breathe, (Y/N), you’ll make yourself pass out.” Enji warned, but you couldn’t.

You didn’t want to breathe.

What was the point?

You were stuck with this weird family that treated you like you were five.

Your parents sold you off because you were a burden.

What was the point?

Just as Enji had said, your knees crumpled beneath you but instead of falling to the ground, you stayed held up in Rei’s arms and she slowly lowered you both to the ground.

A smile bloomed upon her face when your breathing evened out, head rested in her lap with a tear-stained face.

You’d be sad for a little while, but that didn’t matter.

Your new parents would help you out.

You’re the baby after all.

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[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (261)

The hero’s vision was getting blurry. Their insides felt limp as their head buzzed like static.

“What. . .wha’sin the tea?” They slurred.

The villain smiled plainly. “A little potion of my own concoction.”

#villain x hero #hero x villain #my prompts #hero prompt #villain prompt #tw drugging #tw fainting

[cutechan555]

Turmoil page 8

TW // Blood

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[undertheopensky]

Portals Do Not Like Four (the feeling is mutual)

Whumptober Day 1: Swooning

Characters: Four, Warriors, everyone's kind of there but may not have a large part

Trigger warnings: Fainting, seizures

Read on Ao3!

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In the aftermath of a frantic skirmish, the others discuss the black lizalfos and its newfound portal-creating abilities in worried tones. Four just wishes he’d been close enough to see it happen. Spun glass and shadows shot through with blood and poison, the void between its arms dragging in all light; how was it made? Where did the energy come from? How does it keep from growing and swallowing up the world? How does it keep from collapsing in on itself and vanishing? It’s too complex to simply be what it appears, a tear between worlds, a void in time and space.

It’s not at all like the moon gates. For one thing, despite being a direct link to the dark world, they didn’t reek so heavily of malice that he can taste it, nasty and metallic in the back of his throat. For another, the way it hangs in the air, flexing and pulsing with barely-restrained magic. The moon gates had been a little like that, he supposes, the way they had been right at the edge of a tipping point before he cracked them open. But this one is already open. He doesn’t know what precipice it’s riding, and doesn’t know if he wants to find out.

If Four had the time, he’d make a few sketches, maybe check the base for evidence of runes or anchoring magic, but the rest of the group has decided to go through, and honestly, that’s the best option. No telling how long the thing will stay open, and they can’t risk losing their best — and only — lead.

Four hesitates at the border, watching the others walk through one by one. They seem to ripple as they wade deeper into the abyss, or maybe the abyss folds around them. “I can’t believe the postman’s travelling through these,” Four mutters to himself, making Warriors snort. Then the captain’s through too, leaving Four alone in the dark forest.

The portal waits.

The air is chill and silent, in spite of the massive amount of energy swirling over stone just a few feet away. It looks just like the one Four had found while hunting black-blooded monsters in the Castor Wilds, that had led him to the others. If he’d had more time — ah, but he hadn’t, and still doesn’t. The others will be waiting.

Four steps through, and s h a t t e r s.

Heart rushing — cold and slow — wind curling soft around his face — iron pressure at his throat — claws and tails and heavy weight, falling backwards stumbling forwards gravity is all wrong and nothing’s moving right —

Pain like fire, like lightning, streaking out from the spine, turning inwards and thundering through the brain —

Pressure leaning on them a mountain whispering at their shoulders —

Blazing chill searing their sightless eyes —

Falling through stars —

Their feet hit solid ground, and the world swirls from colour to grey to nothing.

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Warriors shakes himself, wishing the damp chill of portals was as easy to shake off as real water. In front of him, he can see the rest of the Links, already poking about the new and different forest they’ve wound up in. Except Wind, who’s taking off his shirt and trying to wring it out. Warriors doesn’t have the heart to tell him it won’t help. He’ll figure it out, anyway.

Boots crunch on the grass behind him, and Warriors turns away from Wild climbing a tree to greet the last Link through the portal. “Hey, Four. Any chance you know where we are? No one’s seen anything familiar, yet.”

Four stares at him, uncomprehending, and Warriors realises he’s listing sideways almost too late to catch him. “Wha — Four!” he yelps, lowering a too-limp body to the floor. Training takes over; quick fingers confirm a pulse and breathing, and his hands start running over Four’s head, his neck and back, checking for signs of damage. He doesn’t find anything, which, great! Except what the fuck. Four had been right behind him. What could have happened?

Four is completely unresponsive, eyes half-open and eerily blank; empty of everything that made him a person. At his back the other Links are coming up, first with confusion then with urgency as they register Four’s crumpled form. Hyrule drops to the other side and starts running his own inexpert checks, tight with fear. Warriors marks that — he’s not the only one with medic experience on the team, good to know — but is more focused on Four’s eyes. They keep — ticking to the side, something he’s only seen in severe head injuries, and he can feel uncharacteristic panic rising.

“What happened?” Twilight is asking, “did something get him from behind as he went through?”

“Don’t know,” Warriors says. “Healing items, anyone —?” Legend drops down next to them, clearly out of his depth but wordlessly offering a potion, a bottled fairy, and a handful of rings that no one else knows the purpose of. A potion’s no good without Four conscious to drink it, but — Warriors uncorks the bottle with the fairy, tipping her out onto Four’s tunic.

The fairy dusts herself off, clearly miffed by the lack of ceremony, then her wings lift her into the air and she gets to work. Pink sparkles drift aimlessly as she flutters back and forth, over his chest, over his head, seemingly unable to decide where to alight.

Then, she darts right up into Warriors’ face and lets loose a torrent of angry chiming, before zooming back into the bottle and settling at the bottom, pouting. Warriors understands not a word of it but feels very scolded all the same.

“There’s nothing for her to heal,” Hyrule mumbles under his breath. Warriors presses his fingers to Four’s throat again to doublecheck — too fast, but still strong. Four’s alive. He’s just — not conscious. And there’s nothing wrong with him that a fairy can fix.

Four trembles, and his eyes flutter, and for a second Warriors is terrified he’s about to seize — then he goes limp again.

“Anyone seen this before?” he asks helplessly. “I’ve seen a lot of portal travel and there’s never been a reaction like this.”

“Lookit his eyes,” Wind blurts out over a round of negatives, and Warriors quickly checks to make sure —

Oh wow.

They’re still ticking lightly, but the dark grey has been suffused by a light, bright blue. As he watches, purple swirls in, circling wider and wider until the whole iris is deep violet, and green starts to creep up from one side. Everyone stiffens as red blooms around Four’s pupil, but in the next moment it’s washed away by pale blue. Specks of green appear and bleed outwards, purple pushes its way to the surface and fades back, blue limns the struggling borders of green and eats away at them. It’s a constant swirling wash of colour.

Their horrified fascination is broken when Four blinks, and blinks again.

Wars feels a leap of hope. “I think he’s coming round.”

Four blinks hard, and the warring colours drain away, back to the stormcloud grey he’d started with. He swallows, and blinks again, and his arms draw in close to himself, hands flexing almost absently.

“Everyone back up, give him some space,” Warriors orders. “Four, can you hear me? Can you give my hand a squeeze?” He tugs one of Four’s arms back out. Four tries to pull it away. “Come on, Link, squeeze my hand.”

Four squeezes, then pulls again, and Warriors lets him go so he can curl up again. Instead he uses it to push himself off the ground.

“Hey, woah, steady!”

Slowly, Four rocks himself into an upright sit — then immediately overbalances the other way. Warriors grabs him to keep him upright. “Easy, there. You back with us? Think you can tell us what happened?”

His throat works, but no sound comes out. Four seems frustrated instead of frightened, at least.

He may not have gone into convulsions, but Warriors has seen the confusion and loss of control after a seizure too often to miss it. It’s almost a relief, knowing, even if seizures are never a good sign. He knows what to look for, he knows how to help if it happens again; he even knows what potions to ask for, if they come across an apothecary with the right stock. “Take it slow,” he tells Four. Four pushes weakly against the hand on his shoulder in a doomed attempt to stand. Warriors rolls his eyes.

Wild jumps from his tree to land close by. Warriors despairs for that man’s knees already. “There’s what looks like a village maybe a half hour northish, if someone needs to go get help.”

“He’s come round,” says Twilight. “We can all start heading that way, though, if someone can carry Four. I don’ wanna put him on a horse like this.”

Four’s lips draw back from his teeth. Slowly, he signs Can walk, with hands that shake so hard it’s a miracle he’s intelligible.

“You definitely can’t,” Warriors tells him and gets a scowl, “give yourself a few minutes, huh?”

This time Four definitely bares his teeth at him.

“Wait wait, you sign?” Wind is nearly vibrating with excitement. “Four, I didn’t know you — and you too Warriors! You can sign?? I never knew anyone outside of my family who could!”

“Sure, it’s pretty standard in the army,” Warriors tells him.

Wind flaps his hands like a bird, beaming with joy, and starts signing rapidly. This is so cool I didn’t realise anyone else knew it I learned because words were so HARD and then I could talk to Aryll before she could talk wait does anyone else know it —

“I do,” says Twilight, a little shyly. “Had a lotta trouble with words when I was younger.”

“Ooh, same hat,” says Legend. “I quit talking completely from age twelve to about seventeen. Old man, what’s with the contemplative look?”

“Just wondering what the chances are. I was much the same, on and off, until I was…” Time stops and thinks about it. “Actually, I suppose I still have trouble on occasion, but it’s been much better since around the time I got married.”

“I didn’t talk for over a hundred years,” Wild says.

“That doesn’t count!” Legend splutters.

Wind giggles at this exchange and turns to Sky, who’s been watching the whole thing with wide eyes and faintly pink cheeks. Do you sign, Sky? Is it a knight thing?

I sign, he signs slowly, because me and Zelda invented it.

There’s a brief pause before Wind starts making a high-pitched shrieking noise and flapping again. THAT’S SO COOL! he signs emphatically, once his hands are still enough.

Sky’s blush intensifies.

The conversation is at least a good distraction while Four rests. He’s stopped trying to stand up and just watches the byplay with hazy eyes. His blinks gets slower, and more prolonged, until Warriors feels a flicker of concern when they don’t open again.

“Hey, Four, no.” Warriors gives him a firm shake. “I know you’re tired, but you really can’t fall asleep right now.”

Four opens his eyes to glare at him, then slowly and distinctly signs Fuck you.

“That’s the spirit,” says Warriors, unmoved. “How’s the dizziness?”

Better. The tingling’s starting to fade, and I don’t feel so much like the air is trying to crush me. Like going from a dark room to blazing sunlight, but made physical. Very strange.

Hyrule makes a startled noise, eyes wide. “That sounds like magic shock!”

That gets Warriors’ attention. “Magic shock? What’s that?”

“It’s, um.” He scrunches his face, thinking hard. “It’s when you go from an area of very low ambient magic to a high one very fast, or vice versa. I felt it when we — when I landed, but I was just a bit dizzy. There’s a lot of ambient magic in the portal, though, and Four you said it felt like the other way round —”

Because the portals are dark magic, not elemental, Four signs, eyes suddenly bright. There was no elemental magic as we were passing through, and that’s what I’m sensitive to, so the sudden loss and reappearance — that makes sense.

Warriors is more concerned by the returning bloom of purple in Four’s eyes. “Uh, Four, I don’t want to worry you, but while you were out, your eyes kept changing. They’re doing it again now — they just went purple.”

Four makes a small, startled noise. Warriors raises a brow. “You didn’t know they did that?”

Unlike you, I don’t spend a lot of time in front of mirrors, Four snarks.

Warriors puts a melodramatic hand over his heart. “Ah! You wound me!” He’s still watching Four carefully for unsteadiness, drifting, a return of the earlier confusion. “But you’re not scared by it. You know what it is?”

Four gestures to his tunic, an absent one-two-three-four at each colour. In the process of forging the Four Sword, it was infused with elemental magic. His smile is small and crooked. I caught a bit of the backwash. Only makes sense there were some side effects.

“Side effects like changing your eye colour?”

“Eyes are the windows to the soul, you know,” Four says, in a creaky voice that’s clearly imitating someone else.

At the sound of it Sky lights up and glances over. “Hey Four! You back with us?”

“Yeah,” says Four, and this time when he presses upwards it’s strong enough to pull free of Warriors’ hands. He sways only slightly as he dusts himself off and catches his balance. “Sorry for the delay. Wild, you said there was a village nearby?”

“Well, I saw smoke and a cleared area, and that’s usually either a village or a monster camp.”

Twilight groans. “Wild…”

“What? One way or another we’re gonna wind up there anyway.”

The rest of the group relaxes fast, with Four upright and interacting and steady as ever. Whatever it was, it’s over now.

(Warriors still knows what he saw. He makes a quiet mental note to talk to Hyrule later, about the signs and symptoms of magic shock. Whether seizures were included, and just how severe it could be. Four is incredibly lucky he wasn’t alone today - and that there hadn’t been a platoon of monsters waiting on the other side of the portal.

The smithy hadn’t known that his eyes change colour. What else doesn’t he know about those ‘side effects’?)

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Read Part 2 here!

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[rachi-roo]

loved your BSD fic involving Atsushi with a migraine! 🤍 I’d love to see how you’d write some Akutagawa whump 👀 just wanna see that stubborn frail man SUFFER—

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Breathe Easy.

⚠️WOOP! WOOP! WOOP! WHUMP ALERT! WHUMP ALEEERT!⚠️ Thank you SO much for saying so! I had fun writing that one, and this one, too! Whump just 😭👌 You know? I hope this one turns out to be your liking, buddy. As someone who has experienced some ATROCIOUS asthma attacks, I'm writing this purely from my worst experience. For the juicy whumps. XD

Summary: After a mission, Akutagawa suffers and asthma attack, and Chuuya races against time to find and save him!

Tw: Asthma symptoms, vomiting, CPR

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Chuuya's voice crackled through Akutagawas earpiece as he exited through the back door of a port yard wear house. "Meet up at the extraction point. We'll head to the meeting from there."

The cold sea air caught in Akutagawas throat as he stepped out the door, a cough getting stuck in his chest as he responded to Chuuya. "Y-Yes, mhm. I'll be there ihin- cough-!" He had just finished wiping out a gang of weapon smugglers, and for some reason, it left him more out of breath than usual.

He covered his mouth, breathing steadily through his nose.

Calm down. Calm down.

"Akutagawa?" Hearing his partner coughing wasn't unusual for Chuuya, but he had learned to tell when it was serious. "You good?"

The other cleared his throat, feeling his chest tighten slightly.

Don't panic. Breathe.

He tried to speak again, but all that came out was an aggressive string of dry coughing. He clutched his chest, desperately trying to will himself to breathe, but nothing worked. His chest grew tighter. His breath shortened by the second.

An asthma attack.

They always come on so quickly. One. Two. Three. Four. Seconds passed, he never had time to think. Panic set in as he felt his lungs ache, being robbed of oxygen as he coughed again, dry wrenching as he doubled over in pain.

I can't breathe.

He wheezed, leaning one arm on a wall for support, his hands starting to feel tingly with numbness. A cold sweat pooling on his forehead.

"Ch- gasp Chuya-!" He called desperately through his raspy voice. What else could he do? Chuuya was his lifeline right now.

"I'm on my way. Stay put. Have you got your inhaler?"

Of course he didn't. Carrying one of those around made him look more feeble than he already was. A foolish move, which he regretted every time.

He stumbled to his knees, heaving and gagging on another round of harsh coughing. A line of saliva falls from his mouth as he begged internally for a breath.

His stomach churned with the strain his body was under, throwing up aggressively on the concrete. The acidic sting in his throat worsened as he tried breathing in directly after. The smell stinging his eyes. He fumbled frantically with his Jabot, ripping it from his neck as if removing it would make some kind of difference.

Hurry. Please.

The human body can last thirty to one hundred and eighty seconds without oxygen before collapsing. Time was short. Akutagawa couldn't help the tears that started to stream down his cheeks, his eyes red and sore with the effort and strain of the coughing. Unable to get a deep enough breath, his vision started to fade as black shapes danced before him.

The pain was unbearable. He looked around for someone to help him. Anyone. Another wave of nausea hit, Akutagawas heaved, throwing up for a second time, almost choking on the acidic bodily contents.

I can't see.

"H-Help-!" He wheezed through his tears, barely louder than a whisper, almost completely blind by this point even with his eyes open.

His mind started to faulter. Hearing things that weren't there. A strange, booming sound echoed through his skull, his own heartbeat. Unbearably loud, blocking out the sound of Chuuyas words as he desperately tried to find him among the various giant buildings and machinery at the dock.

Hands numb. Chest throbbing. Throat burning. His body gave out, collapsing onto the ground, barely missing the pile of puke beside him as he rolled onto his back, wheezing and gasping for air. The ends of his coat, Rashōmon, thrashed and flailed as it also felt his panic and fear.

"Akutagawa! Answer me! Damn it, where are you?"

The only sound he could make was a strangled gagging as he lay flat, barely able to lift a finger as the numbness had spread. In only eighty seconds, the mighty and feared Akutagawa Ryūnosuke had been defeated by a cruel mistake placed upon him by his own genetics.

His body twitched, his lips starting turn a shade of blue only comparable to that of a corpse. The ground fell from beneath him, dropping him into an endless, cold abyss.

Silence...

"Akutagawa!" Finally, Chuuya found him, rushing to his side and immediately beginning chest compressions.

"Akutagawa! Come on, come on buddy-!" Mouth to mouth. Becoming Akutagawas lungs for him. "Wake up-!" Chuuya growled through gritted teeth, pressing on his chest again.

One, two, three, four, fi-

A sharp gasp suddenly ripped from the black clad boys throat as he jolted back to life. Wheezing and grabbing at whatever was in reach in a flustered panic.

"There we go, c'mon, sit up. Easy, eeeeasy." Chuuya cooed, helping the boy to sit up straight as he wiped the streaks of Akutagawas vomit from his own mouth. "Deeeep breaths. In... And out..."

In a daze, Akutagawa coughed again, cringing in pain as he swallowed as much air as possible. He leaned against Chuuyas chest, feeling exhausted, like he'd been asleep for hours.

"Where... Am I?..."

"Hey, look at me." Chuuya gently held his chin, looking at his face, wiping the sweat and tears from his cheeks. "Can you hear me?... Aku?" He used his nickname, hoping the familiarity would help ground him better. The other blinked vaccantly in response, struggling to keep his head upright as it lulled to the side.

"...Dazai?"

"Not quite." Chuuya sighed, looking at Akutagawas blue fingertips, realising just how close they came to a true tragedy. He frowned, feeling Akutagawas forehead, making him blink as the movement startled him.

"Look what you've done, dumb ass. You're burning up now."

"M'fine..." Akutagawa wheezed, leaning into Chuuyas chest, too fatigued to support his own bodyweight. "I'm... Jus' tired... Where's home?" He slurred, closing his eyes as they burned, stinging from the tears.

Chuuya huffed, shifting Akutagawa so he could carry him piggyback. "You'd better not throw up on me... And from now on, whether you like it or not, you're carrying an inhaler."

"Mhm..." Akutagawa had no memory of what happened once he stepped out of the wear house and stayed in bed for the next few days, sleeping off the fatigue and pains he endured. Safe to say, he was fairly embarrassed that such a situation was so easily avoided if he had just remembered his inhaler.

There was one good thing that came from this event, Dazai popped in for a visit. And he brought figs.

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Thanks for reading!!

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[soft-for-yoongi]

Hello author!

2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑 My idea is here with Jungkook sick and OT7 Caretakers, if possible! (I miss them :( So, they're enjoying a vacation together, in a private place. Its hot, and Jungkook cant handle well with it. He starts to feel week, dizzy and pale. Feeling like a low blood pressure. Everyone looks at him worried. Jungkook faints while drinking some water and after he's wakes and is a little conscious, throw up the water he has drank. The members get desperate and go rushing to a hospital, calling a ambulance, bc maybe jk gets a insolation

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: OT7

Tw: emeto, vom**, puking, dizziness, fainting, heat stroke, mentions of hospital, ambulance called

Word count: 795

Emojis: 2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑

Yayaya two people requested sick jk with this prompt so I combined them again!! I hope you enjoy and it's what you wanted!!

(I'm also unsure of how many more I'm going to write but I think around 2-3 more!)

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Searing heat, thick humidity, a private and breathtaking oasis by the beach. With only seven of them present, there are no intrusive cameras or rigid schedules, just pure relaxation. And that's why Jungkook is so upset he's not feeling well. The thought of ruining the holiday is ten times worse than the dizzying nausea and sweat trailing his back.

Jungkook's hand shakes as he brings a water bottle to his lips, he's hiding under his hair so the others can't see how pale and sickly he's looking (and feeling). They're at this small private beach, practically in the backyard of their temporary house. Taehyung and Jimin are playing about in the water, throwing soggy sand at each other. Jungkook was with them originally, playing in the warm, crystal-clear water before the heat started taking a toll on him.

He couldn't deny the nausea and slowly made his way back to the blanket and shade they set up. With every step, his legs felt like jelly, and the world was spinning around him. He plopped onto the blanket, and now he clutches onto the water bottle with his remaining strength.

The others are frolicking about in the sand and water, laughter a comforting sound. Jungkook hoped the shade would help but now he just feels isolated and achy. Just as he was about to take another sip of water, the beach towel rustles next to him. Jungkook turns to find Namjoon, who's sat down with a book in his hand, now looking at him with concern.

"Jungkook you don't look so good, are you feeling okay?" Namjoon reaches a hand to touch the youngest's cheek, feeling unnatural warmth. Jungkook tried to laugh it off, but it came out weak and shaky. "Yeah, I just need some rest." He replies, Namjoon isn't convinced. "No, Jungkook I think you should lay down. You really don't look good." Namjoon's brows pinch together. Jungkook swallows audibly, his head is really starting to pound.

Jungkook has no clue what Namjoon just said. His ears are buzzing and he's struggling to keep up right. He can see a few others start to walk over, confusion on their faces. He registers the water in his hand and goes to take a sip, but it just ends up spilling down his front. Woah, he doesn't feel good. He feels blood pumping in his ears before losing consciousness.

"—unkook! Jungkook, hey. Nono don't sit up—" Jungkook feels his stomach lurch, hands on his body and the worried voices of his bandmates. All he can do is whimper before throwing up to his side and then clutch the nearest person. "H-hyungie—" Jungkook cries, beads of sweat on his forehead. "Kookie, Kookie shh, calm down, Jinnie-hyung has called an ambulance. You're gonna be okay." Jimin smooths Jungkook's hair and Namjoon fans his face with his book.

"I'm gonna be sick- don' feel good.." Jungkook mumbles, Yoongi thinks quick and he grabs one of their empty snack containers and shoves it under his chin. Taehyung takes a bit of a clean towel and pours some water on it to rest at the back of Jungkook's neck and try cool him down. He burps and buries his face into the container.

He pukes clear liquid and Jimin trails his hand up and down his back. His head throbs with each gag and the bright sun still hurts his eyes even in the shade. Letting out a miserable groan, the others are jittery with worry. "Guys the ambulance is here, make room for them." Hoseok instructs and the members move out the way, except for Namjoon who holds Jungkook and the container steady.

Jungkook still manages to be shy and embarrassed as the paramedics check his vitals and ask a couple questions. "Jungkook-ssi how are you feeling right now? Still like before?" A middle aged woman asks, "n-not as bad.." Jungkook turns to Namjoon, hoping he can provide some more details. "He was super pale and dissociated. He's thrown up twice now but I think it was just the heat that got to him." Namjoon explains.

The paramedics strap something to Jungkook's arm and say that they should take him in to administer an IV. "So this is a mild case of heat stroke, two of you are able to ride with him to the hospital if you'd like." One of them suggests.

Seokjin and Taehyung are quick to volunteer and the others promise to meet them at the hospital. In the ambulance Jungkook feels a mixture of emotions, shy but also too sick to suppress his need for his hyung's dotting. He holds Taehyung's hand and asks Seokjin to play with his hair. Looking forward to feeling better, Jungkook vows to always stay hydrated when going to the beach.

#bts #soft-for-yoongi writes #bts!sickfic #emeto #emeto mention #bangtan #jungkook #emeto fic #sickfic #vomit mention #sick #sick!jungkook #caretaker!ot7 #tw fainting #tw emeto #vomiting #tw vomit #heat stroke #emoji sequence #anon ask #nausea

[q-starhalo]

For fic reasons, how messed up in the head do you think Bad is rn, considering how large his head wound is now. I'm not certain he even has skin left on that part of his head, but I have no idea how he might act as a consequence 😅 My imagination is limited there. His memory loss is probably partially connected, maybe faint spells...

Hmm, well definitely memory lose but also maybe fainting? Not full on collapsing on the ground but still almost fainting.

The first couple of times when it had happened, Bad + others would think it's because he was tired. I mean, he drinks like 5 cups of coffee on the regular so why wouldn't he be tired? But then it happens more and more to the point that Bad has almost hit the ground tons of times. The late nights first noticed it, causing them to become really worried. Then a few more eggs and other islanders like Bagi noticed. They don't know why it's happening but they're worried. It's not like Bad to faint or get a headache like the others do (when they crash) so it's really odd. They try to give him tea or water, stuff that usually helps with fainting (or well, what they think might help). They even encourage him to get sleep. And yet, he's still fainting. There's nothing that helps but some still try. They still try to help their friend out.

#That's most of what I can think of :D #tw fainting #ask #qsmp #badboyhalo #qsmp badboyhalo #˚* ੈ✩✎ stars ideas

[aurorangen]

Bryce finished taking underwater photos and was analysing his pictures, when he was greeted by his co worker Maliah! He was continuing his analysis until he noticed Maliah swaying to one side...

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #postcard legacy #postcard gen 2 #bryce reichmann #tw fainting #cant story tell cant take aesthetic/cinematic shots. who cares but #next posts maybe a total mess #as long as the idea is conveyed #one way or another then all is good 🙃 i tried and im happy with it #he should be concerned in 3rd but i cant be arsed

[lifeofclonewars]

My contribution to @codyday2224, also known as how Cody got his scar in the marching au

#b writes #commander cody #cody day #cody day 2224 #marching au #captain rex #since he's also a big part of it #tw blood #tw hospital #tw fainting #i wanted to wait until it was officially cody day my time #so here it is #i need to sleep now

[whumpbump]

Quarantined pt. 2

Cw: sick whump, syncope (fainting) lab whump, experimentation

Whumpee breathed in and out with a lot of effort. In. Out. In. Out. In….. Out. Cracking their eye open, the saw the hazmat suits enter again. ‘Ugh. What now?’

The shorter of the two scanned Whumpee with a temperature sensor and gleefully exclaimed “Wow! In three hours after inoculation, Specimen 7.6.G’s temperature has soared from average to 104 degrees Fahrenheit!”

The tall one recorded this information and curtly ran through a checklist of symptoms for Whumpee to answer. Barely able to speak, they yes/no’d their way through the seemingly never-ending list.

Fever: yes

Vomiting: no

Nausea: yes

Nasal congestion: yes

Chest congestion: yes

Diarrhea: no

Racing heart: no

Aches and malaise: yes

Headache: yes

Light sensitivity: yes

Sound sensitivity: yes

Sweating: yes

Chills: yes

Loss of senses: no

Limb numbness: no

Sensation of pins and needles: no

Difficulty breathing: yes

Episodes of syncope: no yes

Episodes of syncope was crossed out and corrected when they did a tilt test to see how Whumpee’s blood pressure would respond.

“7.6.G I will NOT ask again. Stand UP.” The tall one was losing patience. Whumpee couldn’t see their face through the mirrored face shield but they knew it likely wasn’t a pretty sight. Taking a deep breath, they pulled the blankets back, shivering violently. They managed to stand up, though they were hunched over, holding onto the bed frame.

“Stand up all the way.”

Shaking, knees quaking, and wheezing, Whumpee straightened their spine out and immediately collapsed to the floor. Their body couldn’t handle it. The tall one corrected the symptom list as a third and fourth person entered wearing hazmats. They lifted Whumpee back into bed as the first two were above lifting and moving specimens.

The tall one and short one debated on whether they put Whumpee on oxygen.

“We need to see how nature takes its course.”

“Do we not want to see how long we can sustain someone’s last bit of health with the new pathogen?” The shorter of the two asked, concerned for the answer.

“No. That’s what specimens 7.6.H and 7.6.I are going to demonstrate. You’re not assigned to them, you are assigned to 7.6.G.”

Looking back at the sick person curling into themselves on their institute-provided bed, the shorter person in hazmat gear felt a pinch in their soul. Was it.. remorse? They’ve never felt it on the job before. Taking one last peek, they followed the tall person from the cell to enter notes into the database.

Sweaty and uncomfortable, Whumpee slipped into a fitful sleep.

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #whump inspiration #whumper #lab whump #experiment whumpee #tw fainting

[ask-ruikasa-official]

”i need help. what food can i cook that tsukasa will eat?!?? he won’t tell me but he’s about to faint!”

#ruikasa #rui talks #tw disordered eating #tw fainting

[crystalsnow95z]

Hi, could you do one where Namjoon is insecure about his looks and his position in the group so he goes on a crash diet and overworks himself. He passes out and the other members take care of him.

Oo these are the types of stories I can write quickly, I got an obsession with angst lately.

The seven boys gather together in the hotel room, doing a quick live after their concert that ended an hour ago. Namjoon sits on the floor with Hoseok to read the comments that fly by, Namjoon's eyes catching his name in the comments.

The boys were eating food that staff prepared for them, chatting with army until they finished eating.

"What are we eating? Ah..I'm not entirely sure what its called.. I think this is ox tail. It's really good." Hoseok shows the camera the food on the chop sticks before popping it into his mouth. "This is my first meal today.."

"Me too, me too." Jimin says between bites of noodles.

OT6JJSJVJ:[Namjoon you're too fat to sit in the front you're blocking Jungkook. Move to the back.]

7wUArmy:[Leave Namjoon alone. He's probably stressed because they lost against that soloist again.

OT6JJSJVJ: [RM is too busy focusing on writing cringe lyrics to lead his team properly. He should let Hobi or Jin be leader.]

Namjoon looks away from the screen, not wanting to look at the comments. I'm leading my team as I've always done.. it's true dance practice doesn't go too well without Hoba there, but I can keep everyone in line..

Hoseok notices the sadness in his eyes, reaching over to touch his knee, unsure on what he read. The long English comments go too fast for him to read. "Make a heart if you read this?" He makes a hand heart. "[Love you army. What is every one is doing?]" Hoseok tries to speak English to get the international army answering his questions.

Vminkooker13: [I'm in class]

NIRAGRAPOPO: [I'm studying Korean. It's super hard..]

OT6JJSJVJ[I'm just watching six cute boys]

"Six? No. Not six. Seven. Seven." Hoseok catches the comment.

Ot6JJSJVJ: [I only see six cute ones and one pig.]

Namjoon recognizes the username from earlier, knowing it was them they meant. He stops eating, placing his chopsticks down. He weighed himself last week and noticed he gained five pounds, but he thought nothing of it since he was working out so much.

"[Ah, korean hard? Same..same with English..]" Hoseok answers the comment he read.

"[Keep practicing. You can do it. I..uh..believe..in you.]" Jimin cheers them on. "Fighting."

"[English is so hard..]" Jungkook agrees.

"[Good luck!]" Taehyung cheers.

Namjoon smiles softly and cheers up by hearing the younger members attempt English. "[Learning a new language isn't easy. Thank you for attempting to learn. It means so much to us.]"

MICMICBUNGEE: [you should teach the others English for us I-army. Felix and Chan got their members speaking English.]

"[Hey, hey. Stop. Stop.] It isn't Namjoon's fault we aren't good at learning it. He does his best to teach us." Hoseok defends his leader.

"[Leave.] Leave now if you are going to talk that way." Yoongi says curtly.

"[Reset. Reset chat with Purple heart. I want purple heart.]" Taehyung requests making a heart with his his hands, not wanting to see any more argument.

"Heart, please?" Jungkook asks, relaxing when the comments are flooded with hearts, blocking out all the comments.

"Let's send only love." Jimin tells the chat.

RockVison: I love you Jimin-sii

PaRtYYeeah: I love you BTS

Lobeyourself: I love you Namjoon. You're the best leader in kpop!

The comments flooded with love, but the damage was already done. Namjoon pretended to go back to eating, but he only picked up a few noodles with each bite, looking at his image on the screen.

He looked to be a healthy weight, but when he looked at his image compared to Taehyung, seeing the younger member stretching revealing a bit of his small waist, he grabbed the cushion he was sitting on to hold, covering his body.

I need to start dieting..

"What's wrong Namjoon-ah?" Yoongi asks leaning closer to Namjoon to talk by his ear, whispering while Jimin and Hoseok talk to the chat. "Is your stomach bothering you?"

"Ah, a little bit.. I think the food is a bit too greasy for me.." Namjoon takes the opportunity to stop eating.

"Wash up and get some sleep when we turn off the live.. I'll bring you some medicine." Yoongi whispers, leaning back on the couch.

Chim13: Namjoon-sii is cute with extra weight. I love my gentle giant.

Namjoon read the comments again, giving a forced smile when he sees another comment about his appearance. "I look cute? Thank you. I'll probably end up losing it, though. We have a really tight schedule this month."

"Everyone's finished eating but Jungkook? Since this is his hotel room, we can leave him eating,but I'm tired. I'm going to my room. I love you guys.." Yoongi bows, dismissing himself from the live, trying to get the others to follow suit.

"We have a flight tomorrow so we should all go." Jin gets the hint, all seven brothers saying good bye to army, sending their love before shutting off the live.

"Good night, guys. See you in the morning." Namjoon is the first one to leave. Its still a bit early.. I'll do a quick workout before washing up..

Namjoon takes a deep breath, trying to stop his body from shaking. I forgot how hard it is to diet.. I need to get some water..

"[BTS, this is your first concert in America in two years. Are you guys nervous?]" One of the MCs asks, looking at Namjoon standing in front, but Namjoon jumps in surprise, not noticing that the man approached him.

"Ah, nervous..yes..but..so excited!" Jin covers for Namjoon, speaking into the mic. "[Right, guys?]"

"Yeah yeah!" The others cheer behind them.

"[This will be a good warm up for you. Will you tell me what song you'll be performing?]"

"Sorry hyung.." Namjoon murmurs, taking the mic back from Jin's shaky hands. They were invited to iheart award show and left earlier than most of the staff, leaving Namjoon in charge of translations. "[That's a surprise for Army..]"

"Nice. Nice. So you won the biggest fanarmy for the past few years, do you think you'll win it this year as well?" The man asks.

"[I mean.. it is called the fanARMY award. We are so grateful for our fans. We would be nothing without them.." Namjoon's words make the crowd around them scream. He was grateful for Army their voices covering up the sound of his stomach gurgling. I should've eaten more than that apple this morning..please let that be his last question..

Namjoon hardly ate anything in the past five days, and it was catching up with him. He had to clutch the mic with both hands to keep his hands from trembling, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him, feeling dizzy.

I don't know if I can perform like this..I'm so tired..

"I'm looking forward to seeing your performance. Good luck!" The interviewer leaves to their next guests, the members being shuffled forward for a photo.

Namjoon keeps one arm around Jin's shoulder to keep balanced, forcing himself to focus on the camera. Jin can feel Namjoon trembling, but he doesn't say anything until they make it to the back room.

"Namjoon-ah are you feeling okay?" Jin asks with concern. "You're shaking.. are you sick?" He touched Namjoon's cheek. "You feel cold.."

"I'm not sick. Don't worry. I'm fine, I'm just super nervous and very embarrassed. I didn't notice him approaching.." Namjoon answers honestly.

"You don't look well, Namjoon. I think you're getting sick. Try to take it easy today, okay? We'll take the lead from here, okay?"

"Alright, Hoba." Namjoon agrees easily. For the past few days Hoseok was already contributing the most during the meetings alongside Yoongi.

Maybe he would be a better leader than me. I can't even diet and focus on work at the same time..

"Sit here, I'll go get you some water." Hoseok pushes him into a seat, motioning for Jin to follow.

"Do you think he's sick?" Jin says softly, already guessing what he wanted to talk about.

"I don't know, that's what I wanted your opinion on. He hasn't been coughing or anything.. he just seems really tired." Hoseok gets a water from the mini fridge, poking Jungkook with it. "Give this to Namjoon for me?"

"Sure hyung." Jungkook takes it, going over to their leader.

"Do you think we're doing too many practices? Should we cut our night practice shorter? Taehyungie and Jaykay look like they've lost weight, too.." Hoseok frets over his younger members, seeing Jungkook's broad back but small waist as he walks away.

"I don't think it's a problem. Jungkook and Taehyung seem fine, it's only Namjoon who's exhausted." Jin gestured to the three youngest Jimin giving the hair stylist a hard time as he continues to role play with Taehyung, pretending to be shot in the chest, stumbling back a few steps.

Jungkook rushes over to Jimin to save him, placing his hand over the 'wound.' "Jimin-sii! Jimin-sii hang in there."

"Kids stop giving noona a hard time." Yoongi scolds them. "Wait until she fixes your hair to play."

"Okay Suga-hyung.." Jimin says with an apologetic smile, taking a seat.

Hoba handles dance practice, and Yoongi can control the younger members better than I can. What I'm best at is interviews, but I've been messing up lately.. am I still cut out to be their leader?

"Namjoon-sii, your in ear. You haven't set yours up yet.." Jin approached him, making him jump.

"Aiish..! Ah. I'm sorry, you startled me.." Namjoon blushes when he sees the other members look in his direction.

"Are you okay?" He asks while he helps get him hooked up, leading the wire to go up his shirt and through top, stretching it to his ear.

"Yes. Everything's fine. I was just deep in thought. Thanks, Hyung. I do the rest myself.. " Namjoon bows slightly.

"You're lying to me Namjoon-ah. Something's bothering you. You know if you want to talk about it, I'm here. We all are. Okay?" Jin says in a soft tone, rubbing Namjoon’s back.

Namjoon was tempted to tell him how awful he felt, how he's only allowed himself to eat one small thing like apples and small chicken breasts a day while keeping up with his workout routine and their busy work schedule. But, he couldn't get himself to do it.

We need to focus on the performance, I don't need them messing up because of me..

"I'm just a bit depressed, I'm okay.." Namjoon felt his stomach knot with guilt, making him feel even more nauseous than before.

"[You guys are up next.]" A staff member calls into the room, saving Namjoon from the oldest member's prying. "[You have four minutes.]"

"[Thank you.]" Namjoon gets to his feet to bow, then gathers his members. "We need go. We're up next.. we have less than 5 minutes."

Namjoon takes a deep breath as he walks with the other members towards the stage, listening to the crowd screaming. He feels Hoseok's fingers wrap around his shoulder, looking at the worried 94er.

"We're doing Fire..you could do this song blind folded.." Hoseok reassures him, squeezing his shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous.."

He's right.. I know this song inside and out.. I've done it hundreds of times.. he seems to always know the right thing to say..

The members calmly walk towards the front of the stage, the music starting as soon as they make it to their positions.

Namjoon tried to keep the same energy as the other members, but it felt like he was moving in slow motion compared to them. He pushes himself harder to keep up with the others, ignoring the green haze that blurred his vision.

My verse is coming, I need to pull myself together, I'm making my team look bad..

Namjoon takes a deep breath, moving to his position. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears, making him miss his cue, stuttering over the first word before recovering.

His anxiety spiked, only escalating how awful he felt. His body swayed when he moved to the next position, his vision tunneling until everything faded to black...

Namjoon's eyes slowly flutter open, feeling the prick of an IV leaving his skin.

"Namjoon-ah you're awake.." Jin sighs in relief, reaching to take Namjoon's hand. "When you fainted like that, you scared me.."

"What happened to you, Hyungie?" Jungkook asks with concern. "Please you need to tell us what's wrong so we can help you.."

"I'm sorry you guys..this is all my fault.." Namjoon's voice comes out softly, tears swelling in his eyes. "I just..wanted to be someone you and Army could be proud of.."

"What do you mean? No one's disappointed in you. Everyone here is proud of you.." Yoongi says genuinely.

"We just want to help you get better, but we need to know what's wrong. Please Joon, what's going on with you.. you've been pushing yourself too hard." Jin says with a mix of frustration and concern.

"Do you remember that live we did? The one we ended early? I read a few comments and.." Namjoon pauses, feeling ashamed that he let them get to him. Jin rubs his thumb across the younger’s knuckles, encouraging him to go on. He looked around the room, seeing all six of his brothers waiting patiently for him to continue, their eyes filled with worry.

Namjoon takes a breath, slowly releasing it before finishing. "I'll be okay..I..I just need to eat.. I haven't..had a real meal since that live.."

"Oh, Namjoon.. baby, you have to eat.. you need at least one meal the way your lifestyle is.." Hoseok's voice didn't have a once of judgment over Namjoon’s actions, only concern for his friend.

"I know.. I'm sorry.. I just couldn't do it.. I felt so sick after that live.. I ended up throwing up that night.. i just.. I dont know. I felt guilty..like.. every time i looked in the mirror..I saw that i was bigger than i used to be..The scale was going down, but i wanted to be as good as i was when i first debuted..." Namjoon admits, struggling to get the words out.

"It's okay, Joon, you don't have to explain yourself.. just let hyung take care of you. We'll get you a proper meal, and once you're doing better, we can get you on a healthy diet." Jin speaks calmly.

"We can go on a diet together after this tour. Right now we need to keep our energy up. Okay Joonie?" Hoseok sits on the bed next to Namjoon, wrapping around him.

"Hoba?" Namjoon says his name, leaning into him

"Yeah?"

"Do..do you think I'm the right person to be the leader?" Namjoon asks meekly, not looking at him.

"Where did that question come from? Of course you are. We decided you were the best choice in the beginning and my opinion hasn't changed." Hoseok reassures him. "Just because you need help doesn't mean you aren't cut out for the position anymore." Hoseok spoke honestly.

"Namjoon-ah, I never once thought of you as a bad leader. You're only human, you'll make mistakes and you'll have bad days, but if I were leader or Seokjinnie hyung or Hoba or whoever.. they would too. Don't let those antis mess with your head. You are the one I want to follow." Yoongi explains to Namjoon in a serious tone, remembering the live and how they cut it short. "I know I wouldn't be able to handle the stress.."

"Oh me neither.. I already have enough work with choreography. I don't think I would've made it past the first year if I were given a leader role. I almost quit during our training days." Hoseok adds in.

Namjoon felt the weight that was holding him down, lifting from his chest hearing the praise of the older members. "Thank..augh.." he winces when he feels his stomach cramp with hunger. "I need sonething..."

"[Sir, is it okay for us to go?]" Jimin asks the medic

"[If he fainted from malnutrition, then he should be fine to go, but if you start feeling dizzy like that again go to the hospital to get another.]" The man tells him.

"Let's go get something to eat." Jimin says, his own stomach growling at the thought of food.

"Let's order cheese burgers." Taehyung says eyes already round with anticipation "But we can have whatever you want hyung."

"That sounds amazing.." Namjoon smiles.

#bts #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts jimin #tw disordered eating #tw fainting #sick rm #bts sick namjoon #bts sickfic #bts sickie

[cutechan555]

TW // Seizure, v0miting, fainting

Over time Peppino's health started to get worse, he would frequently forget things and even after doing something he'd forget it after a little while, his headaches worsened and his moods would shift rapidly

And sometimes he'd feel nauseous and exhausted and the Italian chef can't seem to know the reason

Things progressively got worse and the man's health seemed to worsen and he'd start fainting at random times and places his best friend and employee's worry started to grow and started fearing for his best friend's health

Gustavo tried numerous times to tell his friend to take a break or even get checked

But Peppino was ridiculously stubborn making up excuses as he can't close his restaurant for a single day or how he can't afford a doctor

Gustavo would happily pay it for him but really it was just a matter of pride, Peppino refuses to show any types of weakness and need

So he just takes the pain in silence until one day...

Noise was annoying Peppino like any other day, and all of sudden Peppino collapsed in a fit of seizure, sending everyone in panic

Gustavo in state of hysteria and tears trying to figure out what was wrong with his best friend and even trying to help him

Noise instantly calling the ambulance which was difficult with his trembling and sweat and Gustavo's panic and yelling at him to hurry up didn't help

It took quiet sometime for the ambulance to get to the restaurant thanks to its location

Noise shortly after went to the hospital seeing Gustavo in the waiting room in tears the TV star felt slight heart ache and decided to stick around until they get news

And the two sat in the waiting room in silence except for Gustavo's quite sobbing

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#tw seizure #tw vomit #tw fainting #pizza tower #art #pizza tower fanart #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower noise #the noise #pizza tower gustavo #gustavo #brain surgery au #pizza tower comic

[dailyashleighraichu]

Joule has fainted...

Ask in question from @divine--tragedy​!

#Ashleigh's Art #pokemon ask blog #daily pokemon #arc: stop the presses #tw fainting #tw passing out #pikachu #joulepikachu #whoops though she's down for the count #I'm sure this will have no negative repercussions whatsoever

[pokemonispain]

One More Round-Alhaitham/Kaveh

Summary:  Following an argument with Alhaitham, Kaveh storms off to the tavern to drown his sorrows in alcohol and has an experience he won't forget.

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It’s late at night at Lambad’s tavern, most of the usual customers having slowed down leaving the tavern with a few patrons sparsely dotting its interior.

Although it was relatively quiet that didn’t stop one familiar regular from making his usual noise.

Kaveh sat in one of the more secluded sections of the tavern away from prying eyes as he grumbled insults under his breath all while making his way through his 2nd glass of wine.

He’d stumbled into the tavern rather late, following a particularly infuriating argument with Alhaitham. Arguments with Alhaitham never failed to get him worked up with the younger man knowing exactly how to push all his buttons, irritatingly so.

Giving a huff, Kaveh quickly downed the glass of wine as if he were a man dying of thirst in the desert.

The warm buzz of alcohol thrummed in his veins. Kaveh wasn’t someone who was good at holding his alcohol despite loving to indulge in it as anyone did with an incredible preference for wine.

“Who does he even think he is,” Kaveh huffed as he glared down at the empty cup with narrow eyes. His irritation only seemed to grow fiercer when his mind turned to thoughts of Alhaitham once more.

Kaveh is about to call the barkeep for another cup of wine when one is placed down in front of him before he could open his mouth.

Kaveh freezes for a moment, eyes wide slightly wide as he looked from the drink that’d been placed on the table before him, to the barkeep and then back to the wine with wide eyes.

Seeing his confusion the barkeep chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house courtesy of that gentleman over there.”

With his eyes as wide as saucers Kaveh turned slightly following the barkeeper’s gaze to a table a little ways away from his own where a man sat, eyeing him with a large grin on his face. The man has a companion or two at his table, and although he wears a uniform from the Akademiya he doesn’t look the least bit familiar, and neither do his companions.

It makes sense though considering how many students attended the Akademiya to remember them all would be a rather inhuman feat.

Kaveh looked down at the drink once more feeling a slight sense of humiliation well up inside of him.

Although Kaveh was a rather whiny, and loud drunk which was pretty much just common knowledge around Sumeru City for visitors of Lambad’s tavern.

Kaveh was a very frequent visitor, whether it was another disagreement with Alhaitham or simply craving a drink alongside a chat he would be here.

Not always alone like he was today but he would be here. If inspiration struck him however more often than not he would stop drinking to sketch something or even doodle.

Sprawling impossible architecture that no human could reliably build in such a short period.

It was another reason that Kaveh often enjoyed his trips to the desert for work, able to see each and every piece of the architecture that stood the test of time.

Although as he finds his mind wandering to the desert he also finds his mind wandering to Alhaitham which sends that irritation still bubbling beneath his skin right to the forefront.

Finding out that Alhaitham had become the acting grand sage in the time Kaveh was gone had felt like a shock to his system. Even more so when he found out the other information that led to such an incident.

Just the thought has Kaveh rolling his eyes as he grabs the fresh drink that had been placed on the table, he gives the man who’d bought it for him a polite grin. After all, just because he’s a lot drunk doesn’t mean his manners have gone out the window.

It wasn’t the first time someone had bought a drink or two for him, hell there had even been a time or two when Alhaitham had bought him a drink, or several.

Whether it was for an apology, for fun, or just to spend time together.

The memories have Kaveh pausing for a moment, lowering the cup of wine with a slight scowl. The sip of the alcohol he’d taken tastes bitter in his mouth and yet he swallows it anyway.

Kaveh and Alhaitham had known each other for a decently long time having attended the Akademiya together although in different years and different Darshans.

Kaveh was Alhaitham’s senior however the two had grown rather close forming something of an odd friendship, this friendship had drifted apart due to their differences, but eventually when they’d met once more later into their adulthood and began living together it grew into something deeper.

Whenever Alhaitham was around Kaveh found it fairly hard to think.

And it was absolutely infuriating. Kaveh was frequently on the receiving end of Alhaitham’s teasing and harsh remarks although he didn’t take them lying down, with Kaveh often retaliating with his own.

This happened so much that many people in the Akademiya were familiar with their bickering in public.

But honestly, it was something that Kaveh enjoyed weirdly enough, although he’d rather die before admitting it.

A soft sigh escapes Kaveh’s mouth as he takes another drink of the alcohol. The warm buzz of intoxication is a bit fainter now, no longer able to fuel his irritation as his mind becomes a bit less clouded.

He’d go back to Alhaitham’s house after a few more drinks, one, maybe two, or three. He couldn’t hold his alcohol anyway, so it was best to return after all.

“He better not have left with both keys again,” Kaveh huffed under his breath as he took another sip of his drink.

~~~

Perhaps the last few drinks hadn’t been such a good idea, but the wine had been a really good vintage so he truly couldn’t resist.

That is what Kaveh tells himself at least as he halfway stumbled and staggered through the front door of Alhaitham’s his steps unnaturally heavy and uncoordinated.

His vision is a mess of blurry color swaying back and forth. And as he shuts the door with fumbling fingers, a groan slips from between his lips.

The warm yet floaty buzz the alcohol had brought earlier no longer feels pleasant, instead, it seems to have turned to almost searing heat beneath his skin, the cups of wine swirling nauseatingly in his gut.

Kaveh muffles a soft hiccup into his hand, a grimace of disgust tugging at his lips when the slight motion makes his stomach slosh slightly and he thinks he can faintly taste the bitter sting of alcohol in the back of his throat.

“Need to lay down…” Kaveh mumbled to himself, his words slurring and his tongue feels strangely heavy in his mouth.

The house feels abnormally hot as Kaveh begins stumbling his way towards the bedroom. He can only hope Alhaitham is already asleep because he can practically hear the man’s usual cold words being sent his way.

The thought is enough to amplify the throbbing in his skull, and he pauses for a moment. Swaying in place as he brings a hand to his head clutching at it.

The floor feels as if it’s shifting and writhing beneath his feet, the entire room itself swirling around him and Kaveh swallows thickly when his stomach seems to do the same.

A sharp cramp twisting in his gut has him bringing a trembling hand to his stomach, doing his best to ignore the next wave of nausea that rolled over him.

Somewhere very faintly in the back of his muddled thoughts, Kaveh has the faintest idea that something is wrong. Kaveh wasn’t someone who could hold his alcohol well, a fact that he was well aware of and one that Alhaitham never failed to remind him of.

This however feels completely different compared to when he had normally overindulged in alcohol. Something felt wrong, he couldn’t place his finger on what but something felt wrong.

He tries to continue walking but stops reaching out to steady himself when his legs tremble beneath him. The room sways and swirls around him, his stomach feeling as if it’s doing the same and whimper leaves his mouth when another sharp cramp stabs at his stomach.

A wave of dizzying nausea washes over him as he clutches at his stomach, the sharp cramp twisting his gut relentlessly.

Had he eaten something that didn’t agree with him? Had he come down with something? Kaveh was prone to getting sick rather easily having always been something of a frail child when he was little, although it seemed to get moderately better when he’d gotten older sometimes his body would throw him for a loop

though.

He felt as if he were melting into a puddle at the moment and as another wave of dizzying nausea slammed into him Kaveh doesn’t even register that he’s fallen to his knees.

His violently trembling legs give beneath him, and another whimper slips from his lips as he swallows thickly, bile-tinged regurgitated wine bubbling at the back of his throat.

Kaveh quickly covers his mouth with one hand, as a series of wet, ominous-sounding nauseated hiccups tumble out of him, with the last one carrying a distinct acidic tinge to it.

He tries to climb to his feet, a trembling hand reaching out until his fingers find the arm of one of the three living room sofas.

However the moment he tries his vision sways and tilts dangerously, and an intense wave of dizzying nausea rolls over him so fiercely that it leaves him panting softly for air as black spots rapidly fill his vision.

His head is throbbing so viscously that it feels as though it’s trying to split itself in two, and cramp after painful cramp assaults his stomach practically twisting his stomach into a knot.

A whimper leaves his lips as a rush of heat rolled over his skin followed by an intense chill, and Kaveh is unconscious before he can even hit the ground.

~~~

A loud thud from the living room is what draws Alhaitham’s attention away from the novel he’s currently engrossed in.

The noise is heard just over the music faintly playing in his headphones, however, Alhaitham reached up turning them off as he sets the book aside for a moment and climbs to his feet.

Considering Kaveh had stormed off early that day and been gone most of the day, well, Alhaitham knew what to expect. Kaveh coming home drunk was a very common experience, especially since he couldn’t hold his alcohol well.

Kaveh was a loud, whiny, and messy drunk as well so him falling or tripping wasn’t out of the ordinary.

Quietly Alhaitham makes his way to the living room pausing briefly when he catches sight of Kaveh laying collapsed on the floor just as he expected. And yet even though the sight is a familiar one that doesn’t stop the twinge of concern from welling up within his chest.

“Went and overindulged on wine again,” Alhaitham sighed as he stared at Kaveh with crossed arms.

Alhaitham isn’t sure what to expect but it definitely isn’t for Kaveh to whimper softly, his eyes flickering open before he speaks, “…Haitham…”

Noticing that the older man’s words were heavily slurred, Alhaitham sighed before walking over to him but he can’t help but pause with a scowl.

Now that he’s closer to him a few things catch Alhaitham’s attention, the fine sheen of sweat coating his skin, the faint pinkish-red blush coating his cheeks. The fact that his entire body was trembling slightly, a grimace tugging at his features.

Kaveh had always had incredibly beautiful and rather striking eyes, at the moment however they are glassy and glazed over as they struggled to follow Alhaitham’s movements as if the other man were in a heavy daze barely truly registering him.

Alarm bells immediately go off in Alhaitham’s head, he’s seen Kaveh drunk a lot over the time they’d known each other. This however looked like something else entirely, almost like Kaveh was sick.

Kaveh was someone prone to getting sick rather easily, having once told Alhaitham that he was fairly frail as a kid.

There were even times when Alhaitham had seen him fall sick occasionally as an adult as well.

“…Haitham,” Kaveh whispered when he felt Alhaitham brush some of the strands of hair away from his face.

Kaveh narrows his eyes trying to follow Alhaitham’s movements through his still blurry and shifting vision. Through the heavy fog blanketing his mind, there’s a spark of fear, something didn’t feel right, now more than ever.

He feels Alhaitham’s familiar fingers on his forehead, they’re soft, containing very few callouses, but most importantly they’re cold and feel amazing on his too hot skin and he doesn’t even realize he’s leaned into his touch until he whimpers softly when Alhaitham draws back with a hiss.

“You’re burning up, what kind of fool goes drinking when he’s sick,” Alhaitham huffed shaking his head slightly.

Kaveh wants to shake his head to respond no, that he’d felt fine before he started drinking or even that he wouldn’t have left if Alhaitham hadn’t been his usual self but the motion of shaking his head seems to make his stomach swirl.

Waves of nausea seem to crash over him all at once as if it’d been laying in wait, a wet sounding hiccup leaves his mouth followed by a slurred groan of misery.

His stomach feels as if someone was trying to shake a water balloon, the cups of wine and bar food sloshing against the walls of his stomach.

He hears Alhaitham sigh softly over him, a familiar noise that may have made Kaveh feel somewhat irritated if he wasn’t so preoccupied with his stomach trying to claw its way out of him.

A choked whimper leaves his mouth when a sharp pain seems to stab him harshly in the stomach, and Alhaitham pauses his eyes widening slightly when Kaveh moves, trembling hands going clutch at his stomach as he curls in on himself.

Kaveh looks at him, his face twisted in pain, and manages to speak through gritted teeth. “S-something’s wrong…” he whimpered as he curled further in on himself, it's the fear in Kaveh’s weak and wavering voice that makes Alhaitham move.

He feels Alhaitham’s hands on him, guiding him to carefully sit up and the motion albeit careful has Kaveh gagging when it seems as if his stomach sloshed like an overfilled glass.

Maybe if he were more coherent he could be more upset when the next gag sends up a small spurt of purplish watery vomit splattering onto the carpet, everyone knew wine was annoying to get out of fabric after all. The action of retching though has another sharp cramp twisting at his stomach drawing a whimper from his lips.

Alhaitham scowled as he softly shushed the other man, brushing the long blonde strands out of his face gathering them back as Kaveh lurched forward with another heave.

A wet-sounding hiccup seems to come from somewhere deep inside Kaveh’s stomach bringing with it a rather large surge of watery vomit, purplish wine tinged with bile splattering heavily onto the carpet like someone pouring a bucket of water on a tarp.

“Bathroom or bedroom,”  Alhaitham asked quickly when he thought Kaveh was in any condition to answer him.

The question Alhaitham asked was one he’d asked in the past when Kaveh was sick or drunk, barely clinging to consciousness or on the verge of falling asleep somewhere he shouldn’t.

Kaveh doesn’t answer him though a rumbling retch takes the place of his words as a large surge of watery vomit sprayed from his lips.

His stomach feels as if it’s attempting to turn itself inside out, his skin is on fire and his head is throbbing so viscously that black spots dot his vision, stars bursting before his eyes with each violent retch.

He feels Alhaitham’s hands on his own suddenly, Alhaitham’s fingers brushing over his nails, gently pressing them as if testing something.

Then in the next moment, Kaveh thinks he hears Alhaitham curse although it sounds muffled as if it’s coming to him from underwater. And that does nothing to ease the fear that was piercing through the veil of fog clouding his mind.

Alhaitham was someone who was frequently called expressionless or inhuman allowing his often biting words to do most of the work. So to hear that clear panic in his voice lets him know that something is really, really wrong.

Kaveh gasped for air, nausea still swirling in his gut as threads of bile and drool dropped lazily from his lips. A weak yet empty gag pried itself from his lips bringing up nothing as it sent pain darting across his stomach. “T-the tavern…had drinks at the tavern…” Kaveh manages to say in between his panting, his words coming out in a rush.

Alhaitham grits his teeth as he gathers Kaveh up in his arms carefully, his chest twisting uncomfortably when Kaveh gives a soft whimper before gagging although he brings nothing up.

Alhaitham’s eyes glance down at the hand Kaveh has clutching his stomach, but more noticeably the strange gray almost silvery tint his nails carried at the moment.

That combined with Kaveh’s current state, all signs pointed to some form of poisoning.

And considering that Kaveh had gone to Lambad’s tavern as usual that meant that that was the most likely location if not the only location it could occur.

For now, though he had to act fast.

~~~

The first thing Kaveh registers as he slowly begins to come to is that it’s hot, nearly as hot as the sun bearing down in the desert. Kaveh whimpered as he shifted slightly, noticing the slight weight laying on top of him.

There is a horrible rancid taste in his mouth that makes him internally cringe as well as called his attention to the nausea stirring in his stomach.

Kaveh can just make out two voices talking although it’s very muffled, as if coming to him underwater one is familiar and slowly Kaveh registers it as Tighnari’s, the other voice is so familiar that in other circumstances Kaveh may have internally groaned.

Instead, he finds himself strangely relieved. Opening his eyes feels like an enormous task, and it takes him a moment or two to open them, and he instantly regrets it, the room sways before his eyes in a blur which does nothing but exacerbate the nausea swirling in his gut. He feels something nearly searing hot climbing up his throat, nearly burning it, clogging it and he flails, frantically forcing himself to sit up just as his stomach heaves.

He retches, the strangled sound clawing its way up from his stomach, an ache shooting across it as it wrings itself out, bringing up stringy, sticky bitter bile and saliva onto the blankets sitting in his lap.

Kaveh coughs and splutters a hand going to clutch at his stomach when a slight cramp twists at it, slowly things begin to come back to him. He opens his eyes slightly again, blinking away the tears in his eyes recognizing the familiar walls of Alhaitham’s room.

It takes him merely a moment more to register that Tighnari and Alhaitham had entered the room clearly done with whatever talk they’d been having when Kaveh had begun throwing up.

Kaveh is trembling, tears in his eyes as he sniffles and does his best to swallow back the next gag building in his throat, “S-sorry…couldn’t st-stop it.” His words are heavily slurred, thick with nausea, and choked, he doesn’t even know why he’s apologizing considering things but just because he was sick didn’t mean he was an animal.

His sense of embarrassment and his manners were definitely intact considering that it felt as if his face was burning beneath Tighnari and Alhaitham’s gazes.

The next gag has him lurching forward slightly, and he hears footsteps quickly approaching him, and a small trash can is shoved beneath his mouth just as a small mouthful amount of slightly watery vomit sprays from his lip.

Tighnari scowled slightly as he laid a careful hand on Kaveh’s back pausing for a moment when he gave a garbled whimper shifting away slightly.

“Here let me do it,” Alhaitham said after a moment, and Tighnari wasted no time moving so that Alhaitham can take his place.

Alhaitham was very used to dealing with Kaveh when sick, enough to know that he could become sensitive to touch when he was throwing up or a fever had hit him pretty badly.

He lays a careful hand on Kaveh’s upper back his hand barely putting pressure on the other man’s back, gently shushing Kaveh when he makes a noise of pure misery.

Alhaitham looks at Tighnari when the other man suddenly clears his throat.

“Right, as I was saying earlier, the poison is being purged from his system which is why he’s vomiting at the moment. It isn’t lethal but he will be feeling sick for a bit,” Tighnari explained his tail swishing.

He finds himself glancing away for a moment when Alhaitham once more turns to Kaveh gently shushing him when the retching turned particularly violent causing Kaveh to whimper. It almost felt as if he were intruding into something.

As Kaveh’s retching tapers off he slumps against Alhaitham’s side, panting roughly for air, his eyes wet with tears, and threads of bile and drool dripping lazily from his mouth in threads.

His head feels as if it's filled with cotton, what little energy he had when he’d woken up had been quickly used up during his vomiting episode. All he can really do is sit there doing his best to follow what Tighnari and Alhaitham are saying.

Kaveh must’ve closed his eyes or fallen asleep for a brief moment because the next thing he registers is Alhaitham’s hands on him, carefully guiding him to lie down.

Tighnari’s presence is gone from the room, and as Kaveh opens his eyes slightly meeting Alhaitham’s familiar gaze Alhaitham speaks. “Try to rest. Cyno and the other Matra are looking into things at the moment.”

Kaveh gave a soft hum, although he grimaced ever so slightly when a tinge of nausea stirred in his stomach.

“Feeling sick again?”

Kaveh nodded slowly, his eyes closed as he placed a hand carefully on his stomach. “Just a little,” Kaveh rasped his voice shot due to his early vomiting episode.

Kaveh feels Alhaitham’s hand in his hair after a moment as he gently begins carding through it. Kaveh says nothing for a few moments allowing Alhaitham to remove the hair clips in his hair for him but eventually, he speaks, “A man at the tavern gave me a drink. Wore an Akedimya uniform, and had one or two friends with him.”

Alhaitham nodded slowly, the wheels in his head already turning. Truthfully it was just as he’d theorized but Kaveh confirming it was more than helpful. “I’ll inform Cyno, get some rest for now.”

Kaveh does not need to be told twice and it isn’t long before he drifts off to sleep.

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