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violetsiren90 · 9 months ago

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Evergreen | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

(A Nothing But You universe fic)

Genre: hybrid AU; one-shot; established relationship; domestic fluff; slice of life; mountain living; pregnancy

Word Count: 1689

Summary: Seasons change, life moves on - but some things stay the same.

Content Warning: PG-13 for themes but my page and all its content are 18+ (minors, dni); wolf hybrid rut; mentions of knotting and marking; mentions of rut symptoms that include insomnia and lack of appetite; deep emotions; the use of "your" and "belonging" in the sense of committed love NOT ownership; pregnancy; mentions of different states of undress; domesticity and shared domestic responsibility; homesteading; Chris being the sweetest and most caring 😭💕; Chris chopping wood 😳; mentions of food and eating; implications of sexual intimacy, parenthood

Author's Note: I guess I went and fell in love with these two. This is a companion one-shot to Nothing But You. This one-shot is a different flavor, not as soft and cozy all the way through - there are more notes here, I think. Some sweeter, some sharper, but in the end, it's still them. I wanted to peek into their lives and see how they lived and loved. 🥰

If no one has told you yet today, please know that you are so loved, and so worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

~January~

Snow burdens the branches of the pines, the bitter North wind whistling between the trees, through the darkness, and over the blanket of fresh powder shrouding the forest floor. The mountains are sleeping, but your wolf is awake.

He nearly collapses, sinking to his knees as he shuts the cabin door. You spring up from your place by the fire to rush to him, but he holds up a hand, a growl rumbling low in his chest. You freeze. Panting, he slowly raises his face. Snowflakes cling to his lashes and dust over his head and shoulders. The dusky circles under his brown eyes speak of weariness, yet their expression is dark and wild. His nose is flushed from the chill. Beads of sweat quiver on his brow.

The fever still hasn't broken.

It appeared two days ago, with other sudden changes. Christopher has grown restless and short-tempered, and won't sleep in your bed. He smells intoxicatingly of cedar wood and amber.

You've been through it all before, his annual rut at the end of winter - four days of watching him endure the throes of primal agony. He would steal away at night, to hunt, your proximity far too overwhelming for his heightened senses and desires. Unchecked he would fail to stop himself. He would take you, mark you, knot you.

He hadn't in the four years you'd shared a bed and the comfort of the other's flesh. You'd spoken of the mating rites, but he always held off, afraid to break you. So protective of you always, and without a second a thought to himself.

You respected his space, his wishes, attempting to help him navigate the torment of his natural longings as best you could.

But this year it had taken him like a wild fire. The fever wouldn't break. He wouldn't sleep or eat. And now, here he was, half frozen and shivering on the floor.

No more.

You slowly cross to pull him up against his weak protesting. You peel away his frost-damp clothes and drag his heavy frame to rest upon the bed. With his last strength he tries to push you away, but you slip under the blankets beside him, pulling him into your arms.

His eyes flutter shut as he curls against you and nuzzles into your neck, whimpering that when he wakes it will be too hard for him to hold back.

You tell him not to try.

You tell him that you need him, want him - all of him. This part too, with all the others. You assure him softly that you're not afraid, nor should he fear to make you his...you already belong to one another, after all.

You whisper that you love him.

Christopher exhales, tears trickling down his cheeks to mingle with the sweat and melted snow. You hold him to your breast, brushing soft kisses into his hair.

Cedar wood and amber.

~April~

You shake out a flannel shirt, crinkled and bunched from wringing to hang it on the line that stretches from the side of the cabin to a young yellow birch within the clearing. You smile as you fasten it with clips. He had worn it on the first day he visited the diner. It was faded then, and it has grown more timeworn still. But the fabric is thick, the seams hand-sewn, and if the dye has begun to abandon the thread it is only ever the softer.

Strong and soft, like him.

The warblers are singing in the branches of the white pines as they busily fashion their nests. You stroke a hand down over the little bump of your belly, musing over the nesting that has started to change the trappings of your own little home. There's still plenty of time, but Christopher's excitement has poured forth in the form of hard work, and you're certain that when your time comes he'll have stored by enough for the next three winters yet.

You hear the rumbling of his truck a ways off. He left in the wee hours, the bed loaded down with wares to sell to suppliers in town. By the time you've strung up the last piece of washing he's already at the mouth of the trail, his arms laden with flowers and parcels wrapped in brown paper. The light wash of his denim shirt brings out the early kisses of the spring sunshine on his honeyed skin.

You follow him into the house where he puts your wildflowers into a vase and insists that you sit while he tends to lunch. Unwrapping the brown paper packages you find a set of pretty maternity pajamas, a box of chocolates, and the goat's milk soap you like.

He's already eaten half his sandwich when he sets yours down, and you tug his wrist, pulling him into a chair to prevent him from setting out to work yet again.

When the dishes are cleared you won't let him leave. He'd work every second of every day and well into many nights if you let him. But today you want him to rest. It's a mild and lovely afternoon and the chores are done. Other things can wait.

You sit across his lap on the porch swing he built two summers before. Your arms encircle one of his as you rest your head on his shoulder.

His lips brush your forehead as his thumb caresses the little curved scar where the slope of your shoulder meets your neck. The one that means you belong to him and no one else.

The birds sing and the swing creaks. 

~July~

He calls you from around the other side of the house. You draw an arm over your dripping brow and struggle up from where you're crouched to spread a batch of plump, ripe blackberries between the screens of the drying rack. There are still so many. Some you'll turn into jam. Christopher will eat the rest. He loves them. You rest the colander still half-full with berries against the full swell of your belly, wrapping an arm about the rim to keep it in place.

You're hot and uncomfortable these days. But, when the morning's work is through, you'll go down to the lake together to shed the day's heat in the cool, still waters. You'd been every afternoon that week. Christopher was a strong swimmer, and would stay in far longer while you sat on the shady bank with a book. When he finally quit the water yesterday, he'd never found his clothes - instead he'd pressed you back into the lush green grass and made you sigh his name.

As you round the far side of the cabin your eyes catch his form. He stands under the sweltering sun, stripped down to pair of fitted khaki work pants and thick suede boots. His muscular chest is slicked with sweat and he stands, panting, with his weight pressed into his right hip. He holds an axe in his hand.

His mouth pulls up at the corner and his tail swishes at the site of you. You tuck yourself against him wrapping your free arm around his damp waist. Oh how you want to swim. To hold his strong body in the dark water.

He gestures with the axe at what he's fitted together with stripped pieces of soft pine. A little cradle. He nudges it with his foot, setting it to rock. You bring a blackberry to his lips and he accepts it.

You kiss him.

Salty skin and summer fruit. 

~October~

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of little cries. You sit up and stretch, blinking in the softness of the early autumn light.

You inhale deeply. Cinnamon and hickory smoke.

Outside the air is growing crisp and the leaves of the deciduous trees are blushing and abandoning their hosts, covering the floor of the wood in their pageantry. Fruit and game have begun to grow scarce as the forest prepares to enter the long slumber of the colder months. Nights require fires more often than not.

There is a small fire crackling now. A little black cauldron hangs over the flames, and you can smell the porridge simmering within. The man you love sits in a rocking chair near the warmth, a little bundle in his arms. He looks up at you as you rise and he smiles. He's been all smiles lately. In fact, you don't think the little dimple has left his cheek since he met the tiny she-wolf in his arms two weeks ago.

He says she looks like you, but all you see in her beautiful little features is Christopher. She has two tiny fuzzy ears and a darling little tale.

You reach down to stroke her fat cheek and your heart aches.

It aches from love, so much of it.

When the doctor placed her in your arms a part of your heart that you hadn't known existed burst to beating. You thought you loved the man who had knitted her inside you as much as you were able, but you had been ignorant in that respect as well. When he took your daughter in his arms and looked down on her face you thought that there wasn't room in your chest for things so vast, so deep.

You named her Hannah, for the sister her father had lost. It meant "grace".

So fitting, you think.

You move your fingers into Christopher's curls and he looks up at you. His brown eyes are soft and warm. The lovely eyes you saw that first day at the general store - the same through every changing season.

The maple and the birch will wax and wane, but not the cedar, not the pine.

Some things will remain.

And he is evergreen. 

-Fin-

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destieltropecollection · 6 months ago

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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 31: Cabin Fic

Crystal Clear | @envydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,981 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Modern AU, Anniversary, Blowjobs, lakeside cabin vacation, Dean's not a fan of lake water Summary: Dean and Cas are at the lakeside cabin for a long weekend. It's their 15th anniversary and Cas finds a cunning way to get him to swim in the lake.

Touching Perfection | @anyreiart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,439 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Smut, Friends to Lovers Vacation, Feel-good, human!Cas Summary: Dean is finally ready to make a move on Cas. So he takes him on a vacation.

Cabin In The Woods | @anyreiart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,894 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Somnophilia, BDSM Undertones Summary: Dean takes Cas on a vacation. Confessions happen.

Cabin Fever | @eyesofatragedy67 & @punk-is-notdead Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,519 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Enemies to Lovers, There Was Only One Bed, Miscommunication is the Real Villain, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Humor, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Spit As Lube, Dirty Talk, Castiel Loves Bees, Dean Loves Dr. Sexy Summary: Following a booking mixup for a remote hideaway, two strangers agree to share. Nothing quite goes according to plan, and it looks like a misunderstanding will kill any chance of a friendship, but does "fate" have other plans?

The Impetuous Engagement | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 27,207 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern Setting AU, Snowed In, Sharing a Bed, Engaged Castiel, No Cheating Summary: It’s early December and Castiel Novak, quite unlike him, is on a plane to Fairbanks, Alaska, at the other end of his world, after the man he met online, Michael Milton, proposed to him. Michael is sensitive, gallant, and romantic, and after months of daily, intense correspondence, Castiel believes he’s the only one who he ever truly connected with. On his way there, however, due to a series of bad luck and Mother Nature, Castiel somehow finds himself stuck in a small village, in the middle of nowhere, cut off from the rest of the world and with no way of reaching Michael. Indefinitely. To make matters worse, Dean Winchester, Castiel’s fellow passenger—who asks way too many invasive questions, doesn’t have an ounce of subtlety, and isn’t as charming as he thinks he is—seems to be the only option for Castiel to find shelter in the meantime. And Dean, being acquainted with the fiancé in question, and aware that he is not to be trusted, is very eager to help Castiel with housing, and perhaps something more as well…

The Places We Hide | @therighteousmanlovesanangel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 39,827 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Crowley, Lee Webb/Dean Winchester, Past Character Death, Gunshot Wounds, Show level violence, Divorce, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Human Castiel, (Supernatural)hunting au, Hermit Dean, Hurt/Comfort, Imagine there's no Heaven(ly influence), John died in this AU instead of Mary, Wendigo, Undine OFC, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean/Cas Big Bang 2022 (Supernatural) Summary: Castiel is going through it. He’s been dumped by his husband and demoted at work. A walk in the woods to clear his head makes it all horrifically worse. Luckily, he is saved by a bearded stranger. Through his recovery Castiel searches for the man in the woods. When he finds Dean, an unlikely friendship grows. As Cas comes to terms with the way his life is changing, Dean opens up a whole new world to him.

A Midwinter's Dream | @li-izumi Rating: Mature Word Count: 53,245 Main Tags/Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Season/Series 09, Season/Series 10, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, Dreams and Nightmares, Christmas, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Christmas is fast approaching, but Dean doesn’t feel like celebrating--he’s too busy hunting for that sort of thing. Though he promises to get Cas back in time for the epic Christmas party Sam’s been planning, Dean has no intention of staying himself. That may be another promise Dean can’t keep when the hunt goes wrong, trapping Dean and Cas far from civilization. Worse, Dean is plagued by unrelenting nightmares of his time with the Mark of Cain and is gripped by a lingering anger that he can’t seem to escape. Back at the Bunker, Sam and the others are working a little Christmas magic they hope will show Dean the light in the dark—and prove to him that the holiday spirit isn’t something he needs to hunt.

Alpha Seeking Omega | @samanddean76 Rating: Mature Word Count: 66,666 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel, Alpha Jimmy Novak, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Lucifer, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Past Abuse (but not really as the treatment is part of the societal structure), Past Malnourishment, Mystery To Be Solved, Mating, Knotting, True Mates, Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Revenge, Or Justice, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Mpreg, Eventual Happy Ending, Cabin Fic Summary: Omega Dean has lived a harsh life prior to being selected to be a demonstration model at a party unveiling the latest product that Morningstar Enterprises is set to produce. Alphas Castiel and Jimmy Novak are guests of honor at the event, but when they lay eyes on the Omega that is clearly at the center of something that was not a part of the party, the twins leap into action. Unfortunately, they are separated. Now Jimmy must keep Dean safe until Castiel can be rescued. But the more that Jimmy learns about this very well-trained Omega, the more he questions what was really going on that night. The problem is will he be able to figure out the puzzle and still rescue his brother?

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2024 #destiel #fanfic #supernatural #cabin fic

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queenjunothegreat · 8 days ago

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*(rings cowbell)* Who wants some Lost Trio content? @demigod-shenanigans has been Unwell™️and asked for sick!Piper fic, and who would I be to deny such a request? It took me ages to finish it, but that's beside the point. Enjoy!

“Are you okay?” Leo asked gently. She nodded, careful to keep her sight set on one point above Leo’s shoulder in order to avoid getting dizzy again. Leo looked even less convinced than before. “You don’t look too good. C’mere. You can chill out in here with me and we’ll–” “No,” she interrupted sharply, taking a step back from him. “Look, I’m fine. I told you, I’m just tired. You and Jason go have fun on your date, okay?” “What? No, are you–” “I told you I’m fine,” she insisted, her tone turning a little snappish. She turned to make her retreat back down the hall, but before she could go anywhere, she felt overly-warm fingers wrap around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder to see Leo frowning down at their connected hands in shocked confusion, and she snatched her wrist back before he could do some weird fire power thing and deduce her temperature down to the tenth decimal or something. “Bye, Leo. Have fun with Jason.” Before he could say another word, she fled. *** Piper got sick every summer because the world hated her. Fortunately, she's on a boat with her best friends in the world. Unfortunately, said friends are busy.

Piper hated being sick. She doubted anyone loved being sick, but it held a special spot on the shelf of “Well, this sucks” in her heart. When she was little, being sick meant bowl after bowl of warm black bean soup while her dad coddled her and brushed her bangs off her forehead and recited any story she requested in her weak, scratchy voice. But it had been a long, long time since he’d done that. Instead, being sick started to mean disinterested assistants coming into her room every hour on the hour to make sure that she hadn’t died since the last time they’d checked, and maybe a phone call from her dad, assuming he even remembered she was sick in the first place. And even that was only if she was lucky enough to be sick at home, of course. If she got sick at whatever school she’d been most recently shipped off to, she had to brace herself for even less than that.

There had been one time at Wilderness when she’d come down with the flu during that time she and Leo had been roommates. She’d woken him up with her coughing and sneezing in the middle of the night, and she begged him to go back to sleep and just ignore her. At first, it seemed like he was going to do what she’d said, but then he’d mysteriously wound up with a 102 degree fever the next morning, which had miraculously only lasted for as long as she was sick, too. He hadn’t done much, he couldn’t really, but he sat at the foot of her bed and chattered while he tinkered with his little contraptions and made sure she had plenty of water. He’d even snuck into the communal kitchen and made her a bowl of instant ramen with what he swore was vegetable broth instead of chicken. Unfortunately, she’d been hit with another wave of nausea and puked it up less than an hour later, but the gesture was still appreciated.

That’s where her mind wandered when she woke up in her bed on the Argo II, feeling like she’d been run over with a truck and her skull had been over-inflated. Great. A summer cold. She got them basically every year, for some reason, but she’d been convinced that her shiny new (well, new-ish) status as a demi-god would ward it off this time around. She should have known she wouldn’t be that lucky.

Without wasting what time and little energy she had on an internal debate, she was on her feet, shuffling down the hall, and knocking on the door to Leo’s cabin.

Surprisingly, he answered. If she’d been even a little more cognizant, she would have expected him to be in the engine room and covered in grease, but he was neither. She blinked slowly at him and squinted. “What are you doing in here?”

He laughed at her, the sound loud and bright and ringing painfully in her skull. “This is my room, Beauty Queen, remember? Better question is what are you doing here before you’ve downed your usual pot of coffee?”

She furrowed her brow at him, ignoring his question. “Why aren’t you covered in gunk?”

He looked a little exasperated now, and his cheeks were starting to flush pink. “I do know what a bath is. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, but why?”

“You’re the one who said that a man’s gotta make a good impression when he goes out, even if it’s not a first impression.”

Piper froze. She suddenly remembered Leo barging into her room a few nights before, his whole face scarlet and near-about hyperventilating as he recounted Jason sheepishly asking if maybe they could go get ice cream or something next time the Argo II had to make a pitstop. She’d shrieked right along with him, and together they picked out his least grimy pair of cargo shorts and his least embarrassing t-shirt. “We’ve stopped somewhere?”

Leo nodded, and the frown he wore dug a little crease between his furrowed eyebrows. “Uh, yeah. We’re right outside of Barcelona. We talked about this at dinner last night, remember?”

“I– yeah, of course I do,” she lied. “Sorry, you’re right. I definitely need to properly wake up.”

Leo didn’t look entirely convinced, but he still gave her a little smile. “Yeah. You want us to get you anything while we’re down there?”

She shook her head, then squeezed her eyes shut to fight off the wave of dizzy nausea that followed. She took in a short, sharp huff of air and flinched when she felt Leo brush his knuckles across the back of her wrist. She blinked a couple times until Leo’s concerned frown finally came back into focus. His mouth was still moving, so it was obvious he’d said something she didn’t hear. “Huh?”

“No,” she interrupted sharply, taking a step back from him. “Look, I’m fine. I told you, I’m just tired. You and Jason go have fun on your date, okay?”

“What? No, are you–”

“I told you I’m fine,” she insisted, her tone turning a little snappish. She turned to make her retreat back down the hall, but before she could go anywhere, she felt overly-warm fingers wrap around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder to see Leo frowning down at their connected hands in shocked confusion, and she snatched her wrist back before he could do some weird fire power thing and deduce her temperature down to the tenth decimal or something. “Bye, Leo. Have fun with Jason.”

Before he could say another word, she fled.

She stumbled her way back to her bed where she collapsed in a heap. She shivered violently and burrowed her way under her blanket. She’d be fine. She’d been sick before all by herself, and she could do it again. She just needed a nap, and when she felt a little better she’d go get some Nectar or Ambrosia or whatever out of the bathroom medicine cabinet. If thad didn’t work, and she was feeling really desperate, she’d go ask Coach to give her some of that gross Nature Healing Gatorade he’d given her on their quest to rescue Hera. It was gonna suck, just like being sick always did, but it was gonna be okay.

She’d be fine.

Piper was not fine.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep, but her body ached like she’d been suffering for a thousand years and her head was stuffed to the brim with cotton balls. She was still freezing cold, so she shuddered and pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders. With a soft, pitiful groan, she rolled over and pressed her face into the firm stomach in front of her, determined to only emerge when the world was a less awful place to be.

Wait a minute.

She froze to let her brain sluggishly get back up to speed before she tilted her head back and pried open her crusted over eyes to see Jason beaming down at her with warm affection and amusement. “Hi there.”

She just squinted at him. After a moment, she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing there, but that was definitely not what came out. “Who are you?”

“That’s Mickey’s friend Pluto,” Leo’s voice piped up from behind her. She made a half-hearted effort to roll over and look at him, but Jason’s stomach was warm and she was very tired, so she gave up pretty easily.

When Jason spoke, she could practically hear the way his face puckered at Leo’s claim. “I don’t know who that is, but I don’t think it was a compliment.”

“It wasn’t,” Piper confirmed on an exhausted mumble, hiding her face away again. “I hate Pluto. And Goofy.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can tell Superman all about the injustices of the anthropomorphized world of Mickey Mouse and friends later,” Leo told her. “Right now you have to eat this.”

She whined, but let Leo roll her over onto her back and force feed her a spoonful of pudding. Instantly, the flavor of ramen noodles flooded her mouth and her face twisted up in displeasure. “Gross. What did you just make me eat?”

“Well, it’s Ambrosia, so you’re the one in charge of the flavor, not me,” Leo defended. He pressed the back of his wrist to her forehead and frowned. “Geeze, Beauty Queen, you’ve still got a nasty fever. No wonder you mistook Jason for a yellow cartoon dog.”

“She did not! That was you!”

“Literally whatever,” Leo dismissed. He sat down on the floor next to her bed so they were practically nose-to-nose, and he frowned at her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad earlier?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Piper warned, ignoring the question. “You’re gonna get sick yourself. Both of you.”

Leo made an incorrect buzzer sound at her, but thankfully it was a lot quieter than the obnoxious noise they normally did. “Try again. I literally can’t catch whatever you have. Unlike you squishy organics, I’m too hot for germs and shit.”

“Well, what about Jason?”

“I had Coach make some immune-boosting Nature Healing stuff, so I’m good,” Jason said. His nose wrinkled. “It’s still gross, in case you were wondering.”

Piper chuckled, but quickly ran out of breath, so she quieted down. Then she frowned again. “Wait, I thought you two were getting ice cream. What are you doing here?”

“We were down there for maybe fifteen minutes before Leo spilled about you acting weird earlier,” Jason told her. “It sounded pretty bad, and we were worried, so we came back and checked on you.”

Piper grimaced. “You didn’t have to do that. Sorry.”

“Well, I’m glad we did it,” Leo frowned. “Piper, you looked… bad. Why didn’t you say something? You were, like, sick-sick. I’m talking full-on unresponsive, we’ve been giving you Nectar on and off for the past hour kind of sick.”

She shrugged and let her eyes slide shut. Their conversation hadn’t been long, but it was exhausting. She kinda just wanted to go back to sleep. “You were busy. I didn’t want to bother you.”

A heavy silence fell over her little cabin, and she felt like she’d said the wrong thing. She squeezed her eyes shut and took in a deep breath through her nose, determined to deal with whatever they said next with at least what little dignity she had left.

Then, a set of calloused fingers combed through her bangs, gently brushing them away from her forehead. “You’re not a bother, Piper,” Leo said softly. “You’re never gonna be a bother. Not to us. You and me, remember?”

Don’t cry, Piper told herself firmly as she squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She didn’t normally have a problem with any over-emotional bawling sessions she deemed necessary, but they usually left her feeling dehydrated and a little light-headed, which was the opposite of what she probably needed right now. Instead of crying, she grabbed Leo’s wrist and pressed her face into his palm and took in a deep, shuddering breath when he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. “I’m tired.”

“Then sleep,” Jason ordered kindly. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“I’ll get you something to eat, too,” Leo added. “Maybe something better than shitty instant ramen, yeah?”

She sniffled, but she couldn’t help but smile. “Promise?”

She kept her eyes shut, but she could hear their answering smiles. “Promise.”

#my writing #lost trio #pjo fanfic

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winchestergirl2 · 9 months ago

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February Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs | 2024 Reading Recs

Walker

Cordell Walker

Quieting the Demons Inside @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell opens up to the reader, and his vulnerability takes their relationship to the next level.

Privacy @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell is a passionate man, but he’s a dad too. It doesn’t mean he has to choose between the two.

Texas Nights @stefanmikaleson1864

Dawsons Creek

CJ Braxton

Something Like This @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: A Nor'easter hits Boston and luckily for you, you don't have anywhere you need to be except right here snuggled up with CJ.

My Bloody Valentine

Tom Hanniger

Lonely Dancers @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: when your boyfriend cheats on you, it leads you to tom hanniger

10 Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Code Red @zepskies

Authors Summary: When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

High School Never Ends Part 1 | Part 2 | @illshakeyouallnightlong-dean

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Hollow @thoughtslikeaminefield

Authors Summary: @winchesterxfamilybusiness submitted this prompt to @cabin-fever-bang “Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna -xx”

Fire & Rain Masterlist @writercole

Authors Summary: When a fire destroys her place to live, Y/N and her daughter Lana are left with nowhere to go and no one to count on, except the kindness of a beautiful, green-eyed firefighter that saved their lives. Will the pair of them make it through the obstacles life has dealt them or will they crash and burn?

Just Another Day @1000roughdrafts

Authors Summary: Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Don't Forget It @hintsofhoney

Authors Summary: While working a case with Dean, he gets jealous of the way you interact with a suspect and decides to remind you who you belong to.

Sam Winchester

You're On Your Own Kid Part 1 @my-proof-is-you

Authors Summary: You’re used to being on your own. You’d been on your own as long as you could remember. Could Sam show you that it isn’t the only way to live?

Untitled Sam Winchester Fic @supernaturalfreewill

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Febuwhump Day 10 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Febuwhump Day 14 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Febuwhump Day 21 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Whole Lotta Love @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: beau finds a way repays the reader after taking care of him when he’s injured, but also to apologise for worrying her. but most importantly, to prove he was okay.

The Way We Fall In Love @smellingofpoetry

Authors Summary: This is the story of how they fall in love.

The Boys

Soldier Boy

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Side Effects of Soldier Boy @tom-whore-dleston

Authors Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Smallville

Jason Teague

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edupiii · 11 months ago

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Murder Drones Oc just Dropped ✨

Meet Ecko!(Echo)

It’s a Worker Drone who unfortunately got stuck underground at Cabin Fever labs while she was helping repair something with her human teacher. Surviving on its own hasn’t been easy but it’s tooooottallly fine! She definitely doesn’t have any long lasting effects of the shit it’s seen and the things she’s done to survive. It’s the pinnacle of health and happiness for suurrreee

wanted to do something with the sentinels since I think they’re designs are SO COOL, but not sure how practical this would really be (eh, they’re robots, they make up their own rules. Also tried to give her a bit of a steampunk or rusty look to her

more pics + backstory info below if you wanna check her out!

Backstory (tw: robot gore)

- an enthusiastic Worker Drone who was programmed to follow and assist a human mechanic who would teach it how to repair faulty tech or busted machinery (so that the drone would do all the work later on and the human wouldn’t have to work anymore) (not very good for the work force and keeping employment rates up but you know-)

- during Copper9’s core meltdown, Ecko was underground in the CF labs to fix up a torture chamber (the usual unfortunate). She was on her own for this trip since it’s human teacher was stationed at a separate facility to repair some human stuff (idk it’s not important cause they die lol)

- once on its own after the meltdown, Ecko realized something was up and decided to try looking around for assistance, from human or drone

- after a while of searching for an other beings, she heard the sound of something scuttling around and came across the sentinels, whom were eating some screaming Worker Drones

- with this realization, Ecko retreated back and began its journey of survival on her own -years pass by and the drone begins to lose it a little as the isolation and fear of the unknown consumed her. Nevertheless, it tried to make the best of her infinite amount of time by going on salvage trips to find anything she could fix or snag for itself. With all her free time by herself, Ecko brought up the hobby of tinkering

- through this tinkering, it was able to create the head/eat piece it uses to listen to music

- on one of her salvage trips for parts, Ecko went to an area it hadn’t explored much since it felt brave enough that day. Unbeknownst to her, a few sentinels had created a nest in said area

- hearing the drone killers calls, Ecko hid itself within her hood in an attempt to escape the flash bangs. However in her attempt to hide, it hadn’t noticed the quiet sentinel making its way up behind her, to which it snagged her by the torso and tossed the drone into the ground

- trying to keep her hood over its optics the worker struggled to crawl away from the approaching dino since she could, from what she felt, only use her arms. Her legs seemed to have disconnected. While crawling backwards from the sentinel, Eckos hand slipped on a small rectangle

- on instinct she grabbed it and whipped it towards the sentinel, trying to hit it or scare it off. While waving the black object around, Ecko soon noticed the small electric symbol on the side; it was a taser. Reading its charge, Ecko aimed the weapon at the sentinel but it didn’t seem to be afraid as it quickly snapped at the drones hand, causing her to drop the taser and the dino ripping off her right arm

- with the sentinel distracted from chowing down on Eckos lost limb, the worker swiped at the charged taser and jut it straight into its attackers lowered neck, causing it to shut down and fall to the ground

- now able to look over itself without fear of being blinded, Ecko gapped at the horror of her lower half being completely separated from the rest of its body, only holding on by a few wires. Frantic to find a way to save itself, it looked over to the fallen sentinel and a new idea popped into her head

- after a LOT of effort, she was finally able to get the head off of the creature and begin wiring itself to the rest of the creatures body. She believed she would succeed due to the sentinels and workers both being created by JCJenson, assuming they used similar parts for different brand models (and then it did work, hooray!)

- getting used to its new body wasn’t easy and since the sentinel fell onto one of its arms, Ecko had to remove it as it was too damaged from the blow, instead adding it’s lucky taser to the appendage

- she finds problems from time to time but for some reason, it doesn’t bother it as much as she had originally thought (the reason is cause Eckos software is now super fucked, it needs therapy)

#murder drones #murder drones art #murder drones oc #murder drones sentinels #digital art #digital artist #original character #original art #oc artwork #oc art #robot oc #im gonna draw more of her later #even though it was super hard to draw #hope y’all like her #artists on tumblr #my arts

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totallyexhausted · 1 year ago

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Wolfwood groaned loudly as he tried keeping his eyes open. His head bounced against Vash’s thigh as the Jeep slid down a sand dune. Meryl and Roberto arguing in the front.

Soft fingers running through his sweaty hair, pushing his bangs away from his face, and Wolfwood blinked slowly, the overhead cabin and Vash’s blonde hair spinning in front of him. He swallowed weakly as the blonde smiled gently towards him.

The world was hot. On fire. Sweat eating away at his tanned flesh, trailing in dirty lines down his face. He’s already thrown up three times before collapsing in Vash’s arms; the blonde sticking to him like glue when he found Wolfwood curled in bed, fever plaguing his tired limbs. But the gunman was fine. Honestly. He’d downed several aspirin, threatening Vash his life if he said anything and slept most of the way in the back of the Jeep as they pressed forward. But that was then…

“Mm fine… Blon… die…”

The words barely pushed past his lips, raking against his parched throat. Everything hurt. And everything was spinning. Everything was hot. And nauseating and wrong and hard to piece together. Slipping from Wolfwood’s grasp like the sand beating against the Jeep. Roberto and Meryl had been arguing for three hours now about where to stop, how to help… because that’s what Wolfwood apparently needed. Help. An embarrassing childish notion. Because he wasn’t okay. He didn’t feel okay. But that didn’t mean he wanted everyone to know. And yet, his body was giving everything it had in betraying him. How pathetic.

Vash snorted, his face twisting slightly as he carded his fingers through Wolfwood’s hair again. Cool metal against overheated sweaty flesh. The blonde tightened his grip around him comfortingly, pressing his forehead against the burning heat plastered against the gunman’s own.

“You’re such an idiot, Wolfwood…”

#anime #trigun stampede #manga #wolfwood #trigun #nicholas wolfwood #vashwood #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #roberto de niro #sick wolfwood #fanfic

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enruiinas · 8 months ago

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❛ It's not... It's not the fever. ❜

From his place on the couch beside her, where Nami had shifted to grant the supposed-doctor enough room to lean over and fret about her unrelenting temperature for the third time in as many hours, Law glanced down at the mortal woman and frowned in confusion.

For a moment, he thought he’d misheard her. The roar of the fire filled the room, dull and stifling, and even though he hovered only several inches above her, Nami’s voice was soft and frail - a fact Law attributed to the fever she’d told him thrice now to stop fussing about.

But as the evening stretched on and the tiny cabin filled with the warmth of the crackling fire, her fever hadn’t broken. He’d thought it might have when she finally stopped shivering, but he’d placed his palm to her forehead and found her just as warm as he had in the forest. Dark brows had drawn together and he’d tucked the blanket around her a little bit tighter, settling on the floor beside her until he’d grown anxious enough to check again. The second time, too, he’d found her skin hot beneath his hand, her cheeks still flushed the same crimson they were an hour earlier.

This time, he’d been sure it must have broken. From across the room, as she’d lapsed in and out of consciousness, he’d seen the flush subside entirely - or at least, he’d thought he had. By the time he drew near and Nami had drawn her knees to the side to let him crouch beside her once more, all the color had rushed right back, and he was once again met with the same warmth when he touched his palm to her head. He was just about to comment on it - to raid the cabin’s drawers and pantry again in the hopes of finding anything that might help bring her temperature down, when Nami, who had looked away each time he drew near enough to touch her, bit her lip and turned to glance up where he leaned worriedly above her.

It’s not the fever, she’d said, as if sensing his perplexity with the persistent symptoms. But if it wasn’t the fever that kept making her color, then what did she think it -

It occurred to the god quite quickly then. The way her teeth sunk into her lip as she looked up at him. That she seemed better every time he distanced himself, only to grow warm and crimson each time he settled on the couch beside her. How she refused to meet his eyes each time his palm brushed her bangs back - until this time, where his hand had stilled when he’d paused to meet her stare. Oh, he thought.

❝Oh,❞ he said. And while he knew he should draw back then, he couldn’t bring himself to move. His hand stayed where it was, though his spine straightened as he met her stare. There was a note of intrigued curiosity in his voice as he asked, ❝Nami. Am I… bothering you?❞

∎ @climatact -- [mikan meadows || fever dreams] -- plotted starter. ∎

#climatact #✦ — 𝐢𝐜. | threads.#✦ — 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. | mikan meadows.#Mikan Meadows || Fever Dreams

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comfortjoonie · 1 year ago

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Snowed In -- PART ONE

sooo excited to share this with you guys! this is part one of my collaboration with the incredibly talented @crystalsnow95z ! Please go check out her page too if you like this, her works are amazing!

Anyways, I'm really sorry for the delay, I've been super busy, but I hope you guys enjoy. This one is really long!

TW: Vomit, fever, sickness

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"Woah, too fast! Too fast!" Taehyung squeals, holding onto Jungkook tighter afraid to go flying off the sled.

Jungkook is having the time of his life, giggling. "It's okay Hyungie."

Jimin flies past them. "Looks like I'll win!" He sings the words, teasing the others.

"No you won't!" Jungkook tries leaning forward to try to go faster, his competitive nature shining through.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, wishing he’d brought a hat. It’s freezing and he was forced to sit here and watch all his members sled down a hill with no end in sight. He wished he just stayed behind, but he didn't want to make the others suspicious and ruin the trip. How are they not freezing? It's only 10 degrees out. He takes a deep breath as his stomach cramps and watches as Yoongi and Seokjin come up the hill.

“You ok, Joon?” Seokjin asks.

“I’m cold, hyung,” Namjoon says, taking an opportunity to go home as the snow starts coming down harder. “Can we go back?"

“...” Seokjin looks at Yoongi.

“You look sick,” Yoongi says. “Did you eat anything today?”

Namjoon pauses. The answer is no. But he doesn’t want to stress anyone out if they find out he’s not feeling well.

“Of course, hyung. On the plane, when you guys were asleep.” Yoongi looks suspicious.

“What’d you eat?”

“A bagel. Can we please go back? It’s freezing.” Namjoon watches the other members come up the hill holding their sleds.

Yoongi looks at the sky. “It is snowing pretty hard. Maybe we should head back to the cabin?”

Seokjin shrugs. “That’s fine with me. The wind seems to be picking up, too.” Namjoon sighs in relief. He was starting to feel really nauseous, and the cold wasn’t helping. “I’ll go tell the others.”

—-

The cabin isn’t as peaceful as Namjoon had hoped. In his and Jimin’s shared bedroom, there’s peace, but he can still hear the chatter in the living room and kitchen. It smells like hot chocolate, which would usually be a great thing, but it’s making him want to throw up now.

His stomach clenched when he heard the door open, Jimin bringing a cup of cocoa into the room. "Hyung, I brought you some cocoa. I wish you would've told me sooner how cold you were.."

"I didn't want to ruin your fun." Namjoon forces himself not to react when Jimin shoves the cup into his hands.

"It'll help you warm up." Jimin smiles warmly.

"Thanks Jiminie…" Cocoa was the last thing he wanted. Namjoon takes a sip, instantly regretting it, his stomach nearly pushed to it's limit, the cramps getting worse. "I was going to take a nap.. I'm still feeling jet lagged from the trip." It took all the strength he had to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, alright then.. I'll let you sleep then. Rest well hyungie." Jimin eyes Namjoon, wondering if he was really okay. He didn't want to bother him though. Not if he wasn't feeling well. As soon as Jimin leaves the room and he hears his footsteps get farther away, he rushes to the bathroom connected to the room, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping it tightly. He couldn’t bother to shut the door in his rush. He breathes for a moment before he starts vomiting. He can hear some faint yelling over his gagging, but can’t decipher what anyone is saying until a voice gets closer and he hears footsteps coming towards him. He smells Taehyung’s cologne, and it makes him more nauseous. He subconsciously pushes the younger away, but he’s too weak to move him anywhere. Taehyung’s hands go to his back and hair, holding his bangs back and patting him comfortingly. He hears another pair of footsteps come in the room. Seokjin, who joins Taehyung on the floor next to their leader. Namjoon finishes and flushes the toilet, exhausted.

“What happened, hyung?” Taehyung asks. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“A few hours…” Namjoon wipes the sweat off his forehead and accepts the cup of water Seokjin hands him, taking a sip. It makes his stomach cramp instantly as soon as he swallows.

“You should get some rest.” Seokjin holds out his hand to help Namjoon up, but Namjoon's stomach has other plans, already gagging out the water he just swallowed.

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Seojin asked with a worried expression. Namjoon shakes his head. I don't have the energy..

Seokin trusts his word, helping the youngest rapper to bed with Taehyung's help.

"I wish you told us before we went out.." Taehyung frowns as he watches Seojin strips off Namjoon's sweat soaked shirt.

"I didn't want to ruin everyone's day.." Namjoon says softly, shivering despite his rising fever. "It's cold hyung…"

"I know, I'll get you changed okay?" Seojin quickly goes into Namjoon's suitcase looking for something breathable to put him in.

Taehyung cuddles against Namjoon in the meantime to try to ease the chills, smoothing down his sweat soaked hair. "Hyungie you should know you're more important than some silly snow day."

Taehyung please.. I don't want to cuddle you right now.. Namjoon covers his face, stomach churning at the scent of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taehyung takes the hint, moving away from him, trying to hide his hurt expression. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

"Namjoon-ah just doesn't feel well right now, don't take it personally Tae.." Seojin gently redresses Namjoon, covering him up with just the top sheet.

"Is Namjoonie hyung okay?" The soft voice of Jimin is heard in the doorway, Jungkook peering over him.

"He'll be fine, don't come in, and take Taehyungie with you."

"I just wanted to help Hyung.." Taehyung says looking down at his hands. But Namjoon doesn't even want me near him..

"You can help. Why don't you see if you can find any medicine?" Seokjin gives him a task to try to ease Namjoon's rejection.

"Alright."

The three youngest leave together, the room getting quiet again. "Try to get some sleep for now.." Seokjin traces small circles across Namjoon’s stomach.

"I don't know if I can..it hurts.." Namjoon groans softly as his stomach gurgles again.

"Just try for me okay?" Seokjin runs his fingers to Namjoon's hair. "What if I sing for you?"

"What..? I'm not a child.." Namjoon considered it for a split second before feeling embarrassed.

"I know.. but it might help you sleep."

Namjoon wondered if Seokjin was lying to make him more open to the idea or if it was true, but before he could ask Seokjin started singing softly to him, gently drawing shapes on his bloated middle the youngest rapper falling into a restless sleep.

"Hyungie I can't find any tummy medicine but I found pain pills for headache.." Jungkook entered the room, freezing in place when he sees Namjoon's eyes flutter open.

"Shh Jungkook.." Seokjin narrows his eyes, stroking Namjoon's back softly to try to get him back to sleep, but it was too late.

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook bows, guilt gnawing at his belly.

Namjoon groans in pain and Jungkook winces. “Hyung,” he mumbles, looking at Seokjin. “Hurts…” His stomach is killing him. He can’t remember having something like this before. The pain is horrible. Seokjin puts his hand over Namjoon’s stomach and rubs it lightly, but Namjoon pulls it away. “Ahh…” he grimaces, frowning when he sees Jungkook. “Jungkook-ah…” he mumbles before another cramp hits him, twisting his stomach and making him moan in pain again.

“I brought some headache medicine. Does your head feel ok?” Jungkook asks cautiously. Namjoon blows out a breath slowly, controlled.

“It hurts,” he says softly. It’s not a terrible headache, but the pain in his stomach might get better with painkillers.

Jungkook approaches the bed and hands Namjoon two red pills, which he puts in his mouth and takes the glass of water from the bedside table and drinks it. He instantly regrets it, feeling nausea rise up his throat. He’s freezing cold again, which doesn’t help.

“You’re shivering, Joonie,” Seokjin says softly, putting his hand on Namjoon’s forehead. “You’re burning up…”

“I’m freezing,” Namjoon says. “I need more blankets.”

“We can’t do that, Namjoon,” Seokjin says.

“We can give him a hot bath so he can sweat the fever out,” Jungkook suggests.

“Does that work?” Seokjin asks.

“My mom used to do it for me,” Jungkook says. Seokjin sighs.

“I don’t know if I want to risk it. It could just make his fever way higher,” he says.

"We have to try something.. we can take him out if it looks like he's doing worse.."

“Joonie, how does a hot bath sound?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon nods.

“Let’s go,” Seokjin helps Namjoon up and to the bathroom, starting to run the water. Namjoon leans against the wall with his arms across his stomach and eyes shut. His stomach hurts so bad, and the nausea from taking the pills is getting worse. He doesn’t know if this bath will upset his stomach more. He’s too freezing cold to decline it though. He’s shirtless and only wearing his pants and boxers, but he’s sweating like crazy. He sits back and tries not to throw up for the time being until he hears Seokjin turn off the faucet.

“Stand up, Joonie, let’s take off your pants.” Namjoon follows, standing shakily and placing a hand on the wall to hold himself from collapsing. Seokjin gently pulls his pants off, leaving his boxers on. Namjoon always prefers to be modest, even in a situation like this, Seokjin knows he’d rather keep his boxers on. Seokjin guides the younger into the bathtub. Namjoon visibly relaxes at the heat of it, but Seokjin can hear his stomach make an uncomfortable gurgling sound. Namjoon places a hand over it and leans back against the edge of the bathtub. He’s absolutely exhausted. The hot water feels nice on his shivering body, but he’s worried it’ll make his temperature rise. Seokjin cups water in his hand and gently pours it over Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon jolts in surprise, his stomach gurgling audibly again, and his eyes fly open. He looks nauseous again. Seokjin strokes his hair. “You’re okay, Joonie, he says.” Namjoon shakes his head, panicked.

“Hyung–I’m gonna be sick.”

“Just breathe, Joonie,” Seokjin says. “In…out…in…out…” Namjoon follows, relaxing a bit. “Good job. Just relax, I’ll wash your hair.” Namjoon shivers visibly. Seokjin puts a hand to the younger’s forehead. “Sh*t…I knew it. Your fever is getting worse.”

Seokjin washes him up as quickly as possible, but he wasn't fast enough.

Namjoon tried to warn him, his stomach forcing out the water he used to wash down the pills, covering his mouth to keep from getting sick in the water, desperately leaving the water to reach the toilet, soaking the floor in the process.

"Sh*t..Namjoon-ah.." Seokjin wraps a towel around his shoulders, gently trying to dry him off as the pills he just swallowed come back up, splashing into the water.

Namjoon continued to dry heave until more sick comes up, making his abdomen throb painfully.

"You need to breathe..Namjoon.. take a deep breath for me."

Namjoon takes a deep breath, then another, relaxing when the dry heaving dies down, just laying on the wet tile floor.

"You need to get properly dried off." Seokjin urges, trying to get Namjoon to sit up, but Namjoon flinched away from the olders touch.

"Just..just a minute..please…?" Namjoon's head was spinning, the nausea still swirling in the pit of his stomach.

I knew it wasn't a good idea..Seokjin sighs, getting another towel to do his best to dry Namjoon without him moving, fluffing his hair against the towel.

"I'm so tired…" Namjoon says between deep breaths, trying to keep his stomach under control.

"I know. Let's get you to bed. Okay? You can't sleep here.." Seokjin once again gently pushes Namjoon to sit up, relieved when Namjoon doesn't fight against him.

"Did it work?" Jungkook asks, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon. Oh no.. I made it worse…

Namjoon was hardly awake his cheeks flushed with fever shivering violently, Seokjin basically dragging him to the bed.

"Find me clothes for him." Seokjin orders. "Please.."

Jungkook ruffles through Namjoon's suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Here Hyung.."

"Is..is there anything else I could…could do to help?" Jungkook felt his throat tightening, his emotions threatening to spill over.

"No. I got it from here." Seokjin dismisses him, wishing that he didn't try his idea. He didn't want to take his frustration on the young maknae. All he wanted to do was help. One of the others will comfort him.

Jungkook nods leaving the room.

"Cold…" Namjoon mumbles as Seokjin takes off his wet undergarments.

"I'll get you warmed up, just try to work with me for just a minute." Seokjin struggled to lift him enough to get the sweats on. "Namjoonie you aren't making this easy.."

"I'm sorry.." Namjoon says softly, trying to help by holding himself up with one arm as Seokjin gets the shirt on him, only lasting a few seconds before another wave of dizziness washes over him, making his stomach woozy one more. "Hyung.. dizzy.." He softly moans.

Seokjin stops what he's doing to hold Namjoon close to him, wincing when his bare skin touched his arm. "I got you, you're okay.. you're okay.." Seokjin strokes his damp hair.

"Make it stop.." Namjoon whines softly.

"I would if I could baby.. just bear it a little longer. It'll pass.." Seokjin speaks softly, running his hand down Namjoon's back lightly scratching.

Namjoon held onto Seokjin tightly until the feeling passes, collapsing into him when his body finally relents.

"Are you okay Joon?" Seojin asked barely above a whisper, getting no response. "Namjoon?" He repeats a little louder, gently moving Namjoon away from his chest biting his lip when he sees the unconscious rapper in his arms, unsure on if Namjoon simply fell asleep, or if he fainted. I need to do something..

Seokjin looks up home remedies for fever on his phone, willing to try anything to give at least a little relief to his leader. Luke warm water. I need to use luke warm water…

He leaves the bed as quietly as possible, going to the bathroom to get a washcloth, using a cup to fill with water, returning to the bed, folding it neatly across Namjoon's forehead, jumping with Namjoon twitches.

"Aiish.." He covers his mouth, not meaning to make a sound. Good..he's still out.. Seokjin sighs, refreshing the cloth everytime Namjoon's feverish skin made it warm again.

I'll have to see if I can get him to drink water when he's up again.. Seokjin makes a mental note.

"How is he?" Hoseok whispers, peeking into the room. "Jungkookie was really upset.."

"I'm not sure.." Seokjin sighs. "Is Jungkook okay? I didn't mean to be so harsh on him. I'm just stressed out.”

"Jiminie and Taehyungie are cheering him up. They were driving me up the wall with all their concerns. I'm glad they're distracted now.." Hoseok couldn't look at Namjoon. Seeing his members in pain broke his heart. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

"He's sweating so much, he's going to dehydrate.. could you see if we have anything like vitamin water?"

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Hoseok leaves the room and Seokjin brushes the blonde hair off Namjoon’s sweaty face.

“Joonie, wake up for me, please,” he says softly, patting Namjoon’s cheek gently. Namjoon’s eyes flutter open and he groans in pain.

“Hyung…” he mumbles. “It hurts…”

“I know, Joon. Where does it hurt?” Namjoon rips the towel off his forehead and turns to his side.

“Stomach…head…” Namjoon groans again and wraps his arms around his stomach. Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay, Joon. You need to try and drink a little, or you’ll get dehydrated.” Seokjin can already see Namjoon is sweating heavily again. “Let me rub your stomach,” he says, placing a hand on Namjoon’s belly.

“No, hyung…” Namjoon mutters, pushing it away.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothing,” Namjoon says.

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon shakes his head furiously. Seokjin feels useless. He knows Namjoon isn’t a fan of physical affection, but usually when he’s sick he’ll tolerate it. This is different though. Seokjin hasn’t seen Namjoon this sick in a long time. Seokjin sighs as he hears a whimper and sees a tear running down Namjoon’s cheek. “You’re okay, Joonie,” he says softly, wiping the tear off Namjoon’s face with his sleeve. Namjoon winces at the texture on his sensitive skin.

“Hyung…” he whines.

“Sorry, Joon,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Namjoon’s forehead. He’s still burning hot from the fever. “Can I put the wet towel back on you?” he asks, and Namjoon nods. Seokjin gently places it back on the younger’s forehead, rubbing his back. He feels bad for being snappy with Jungkook, but he’s frustrated at how much worse the maknae’s idea made Namjoon’s fever. He doesn’t know what to do.

“Hyung?” Hoseok walks in with a bottle of Pocari Sweat. “I have this…”

“Perfect, Hobi. Thank you.” Seokjin takes the bottle and hands it to Namjoon. “Sit up, Joon.” Namjoon weakly pulls himself up, moaning at the pain it causes. He puts the bottle to his lips, slowly drinking the gel inside. It tastes awful and makes him feel even more nauseous despite how nice it feels on his scratchy throat. After emptying a quarter of the bottle, Namjoon hands it back to Seokjin.

“H-hyung,” Namjoon mumbles.

“What is it, Joonie?”

“I’m so cold…”

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks again, and this time, Namjoon nods. Seokjin lays down next to Namjoon, pulling him close and rubbing his back slowly.

“Aish…you’re burning,” he says. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Is there anything else you need?” Hoseok asks.

“We’re okay, Hobi. Thank you.”

“Hobah..” Namjoon says.

“I’m here, Joonie,” he says.

Namjoon whines softly. “Don’t go.”

“You…want me to stay?” Hoseok smiles, but Namjoon doesn’t respond. Seokjin feels Namjoon’s body go limp in his arms, his breathe getting slower.

“He’s sleeping now,” Seokjin whispers, rubbing Namjoon’s back.

—

About 30 minutes pass by with Hoseok sitting on the chair in the corner and Seokjin cuddling Namjoon. “What time is it, Hobi?” Seokjin asks. Hoseok looks at his phone.

“It’s 6:00, hyung. I’m really hungry,” Hoseok responds.

“Me too…”

“We should go have dinner,” Hoseok says. Seokjin hesitates.

“I don’t wanna leave Joon here by himself…what if he wakes up and panics?”

“Hyung, he’s dead asleep. We both need to eat.” Seokjin nods and pulls away from Namjoon slowly, being careful not to wake the leader. The two go to the kitchen where they find that Taehyung has cooked dinner for them.

“How’s Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asks. His eyes are red. He’s been crying.

“He’s…he’s sleeping,” Seokjin says honestly. “Jungkook…I’m sorry I was so harsh with you.”

Jungkook smiles. “It’s okay, hyung. I’ve already eaten. I can go check on him,” he says. Seokjin nods.

“Let me know if he’s doing bad again.” Jungkook nods and walks over to Namjoon and Jimin’s room, sighing as he sees his leader shaking in his sleep.

"I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook whispers softly as he checks the cloth on his forehead, already warm again from Namjoon's feverish skin. I made it worse.. Jungkook sniffles, forcing his tears away. I don't have time to feel bad.. I need to do something..

Jungkook wets the washcloth again, slowly running it over Namjoon's skin, wiping down his arm then across his exposed collar bone.

"Mn…Hyung..cold…" Namjoon complains softly in his sleep voice coming out in a low husky tone.

Jungkook stops in his tracks, putting it back in place on his forehead. I don't want to wake him up, but I can't just sit here and do nothing.. He sighs in frustration, gently playing with Namjoon’s soaked hair. Namjoon’s face twists in discomfort and he rolls onto his side. Jungkook can tell Namjoon is about to be sick by the sounds his stomach is making and how pale he’s getting. He rubs the older’s back, hoping for it to maybe, just maybe go away after a few minutes. Namjoon’s back is burning hot. Jungkook wants to take his shirt off, or pull the blankets off, or something to help reduce his temperature. He knows it’s his fault that Namjoon’s fever got even higher, and the guilt is killing him.

He rubs Namjoon’s back comfortingly as he hears the leader groan in discomfort. Namjoon’s eyes open, and Jungkook can tell he’s about to pass out, throw up, or both.

"Hyung, do you need help up?" Jungkook asks in a small voice when he notices Namjoon sitting up, but he doesn't answer, trying to rush to the bathroom, staggering towards the bathroom.

Jungkook tries to help, trying to grab his arm to help lead him, but Namjoon pushes him away.

"No.. go.." Namjoon manages to force the words out hoarsely. He had already gotten sick in front of Taehyung. He wasn't going to add Jungkook to that list.

Jungkook watches him shut the door, hearing Namjoon heaving from the other side of the door. I need to get Seokjin-hyungie.. He rushes into the kitchen where the older boys were eating.

"Namjoonie-hyung is getting sick again. He shut me out, I need help!" Jungkook says without taking a breath. Seokjin went to get up from his half eaten meal, but Yoongi stops him.

"I'll go. You eat. I'll handle it hyung." Yoongi rushes to the bathroom, going to Namjoon's side, rubbing his hand across Namjoon's back as he heaves.

"Jun…Jungkook I said-" His words are cut off by another round of sick spilling into the bowl.

"Namjoon-ah, it's me and I'm not leaving." Yoongi tells him firmly.

Namjoon relaxes a little, feeling comfort from Yoongi's presence. "It'll be over soon. Just try to breathe Namjoon."

Namjoon takes deep breaths between gags, collapsing against Yoongi as they die down.

"Sh*t Namjoon, you're burning up.." Yoongi swears, grabbing for a piece of toliet paper to wipe across the edges of Namjoon's mouth. "I need you to drink some water for me Joon."

Namjoon shakes his head. I don't want to throw up again.

"I know it sucks, but you'll only get worse if you don't. Come on Namjoon.."

Yoongi gently props Namjoon against the bathtub, quickly moving to the sink to get a cup of water.

"Yoongi-yah…no…" Namjoon argues when Yoongi puts the cup by his lips.

"Namjoon please, just try." Yoongi tried to hide the desperation in his voice. It's been years since he's seen Namjoon this bad. "Just a sip."

Namjoon takes a few sips, washing the awful taste from his mouth and soothing his raw throat, but it already felt like a stone in his stomach, turning his head away.

"Good job Joon, that's all I wanted.."Yoongi gently pulls Namjoon to his feet, struggling to move him forward. Namjoon was hardly conscious, being mostly dead weight. "Stay with me a little longer okay?"

Namjoon tried his best to stay up, but he used the last of his energy. The older rapper just barely makes it to the bed before Namjoon stopped holding onto him, almost making both of them topple to the floor. "Fu*k Namjoon..you're heavy.."

Namjoon murmurs an apology. Yoongi takes off Namjoon's shirt, taking advantage of his lack of power to fight against him, finding the rag and wiping it across Namjoon's scorching back.

Namjoon had his eyes closed, but he didn't look anywhere near peaceful. His breathing was labored and his hand was still wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen, an upset gurgle coming from it the sips of water sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Poor Joon-ah.."Yoongi whispers, wiping the cloth across Namjoon's shoulders, across the back of his neck then going down his arm. I need to get his fever down…

"Hyung..will you lay with me?" Yoongi jumps in surprise when he hears the hoarse whisper of Namjoon.

"Sh*t..you scared me.. i thought you were out.."

"I can't sleep.. it hurts.." Namjoon whines.

"I know, I know..Let me wash you up first, okay? I need to cool you down first. ." Yoongi does the best he can to wash off the sweat, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon trembling, despite his high fever.

"It's cold.." Namjoon grabs onto Yoongi's wrist to stop him. "Please Hyungie.." Namjoon's voice comes out sounding much younger.

Yoongi stops in his tracks. "You're really sick Joon-ah.. Alright.. come here.." He takes a seat next to him, holding out his arms.

Namjoon cuddles up to him, Yoongi forcing himself not to flinch when he feels his hot skin brush against him. He's already sticking to me.. He couldn't recall the last time Namjoon cuddled up to him. He wasn't known for being the cuddly type like Taehyung or Jimin. It just made him worry more.

"It hurts Hyung.." Namjoon whimpers, clutching his stomach when another ripple of pain tears through his stomach.

Yoongi reaches slowly, rubbing his hand across Namjoon’s stomach to try to ease the pain, feeling it tightening underneath his palm.

Namjoon moans in time with a harsh cramp, and Yoongi shushes him. “You're ok, shh, Joonie,” he says softly.

“Ahh…hurts…” he whines. Yoongi presses down harder, trying to work out a cramp, and Namjoon curses under his breath. “Hyung…f*ck, it hurts so much.” Yoongi can see Namjoon starting to shiver.

“What should we do, Joonie?”

“Don’t know…” Namjoon sighs. He’s too weak to even sit up. His brain is foggy and he has no idea what would make him feel better. The pain is getting worse every second and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to be able to take this. Barely anything works on his sensitive stomach.

“I can get some painkillers for you, Joonie, but I really don’t know what to do beyond that.”

“Get Jimin,” Namjoon says, his speech slurring. Jimin always knows how to cuddle him just the right way when he’s sick, just the right sweet things to say to make him feel a little less miserable and get his spirits up a tiny bit.

"Alright Namjoon." Yoongi gently escapes from the sick rapper, leaving to get Jimin.

"What's wrong? Has he gotten worse?" Jin asks, ready to spring up to go back to Namjoon's side.

"He has, but he wants Jimin.." Yoongi states.

"What? He asked for me?" Jimin's eyes widen in surprise.

"I think he just wants to be comforted. I'm not the best at that.." Yoongi scratches the back of his neck shyly. "I tried my best. It's your turn now."

Jimin gets a water bottle to take with him, hoping he could get him to drink at least a little bit."Hyungie, I'm here.."

"Minah…" Namjoon's voice comes out soft, the first part of his name getting cut off by a whimper.

Jimin puts the water down, curling around Namjoon. I don't want to stress him out more. He wanted cuddles, that's what I'll give him. He's so hot though..

"My poor Hyungie, it's okay.. It's okay.." Jimin runs his hand up and down Namjoon's side with his gentle touch, leaning his head on him. "We'll get you feeling better soon.."

Namjoon wasn't processing what Jimin was saying to him, but he enjoyed Jimin's soothing tone.

"We'll think of something to make you feel better. Maybe we can find a good mix of herbal tea.." Jimin continues just saying sweet nothings, gently rubbing his face against Namjoon's cheek. He's hardly conscious.. Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, just barely letting his fingers brush against Namjoon's belly, smiling softly when he feels some of the tension in Namjoon's body let up. "That's it Hyungie, relax.. I'll still be here when you wake up, just try to sleep for now.."

Namjoon relaxes, and after some time, he falls asleep.

—

Jimin leaves when he sees that Namjoon is comfortably asleep, going into the living room and seeing all of the other members.

“How is he?” Seokjin asks.

“He’s asleep. I think we should take him to the hospital, though. He’s burning hot and in a lot of pain.”

“I don’t think we can, Jiminie…” Seokjin says. “It’s a blizzard outside. We can’t even see five feet out of the window.”

“And our cell phones aren’t working.” Jungkook frowns, empathizing his point by showing Jimin his phone.

"We're lucky all this snow hasn't knocked the power out.." Yoongi adds in.

"Yoongi-hyung, don't you jinx us!" Taehyung frets. "We're having enough trouble already.."

"We have to think of something.." J-hope sighs in frustration.

"We're doing all we can. At least he's sleeping.." Seokjin looks around the room at the members. I have to do something. Everyone's stressed..

"Maybe, maybe we can go out on our own. If we drive really really slowly. It's better than just sitting around watching him slowly get worse." Jungkook whines desperately, staring at the flurry of snowflakes out the window.

"You know we can't do that.." Seokjin tries to comfort Jungkook, but be jerked away from his touch.

"But Namjoonie-hyung needs medicine..he's burning up with fever and he can't even sleep with his stomach constantly making him feel sick. We have to try!" Jungkook says with frustration, clenching his fists together. "We can't just do nothing!"

"We're doing all we can, there's no way we can drive in that storm. You can't even see the trees right outside the window. It's too dangerous Koo." Jin tries to calm Jungkook by stroking his hair, this time accepting his touch. Jungkook sighs, taking a few breaths to calm himself.

"What if we walk?" Jungkook looks hopelessly at Jin, already knowing the answer, tears swelling up.

"No way." Yoongi answers for Jin. "Are you trying to get lost in this mess? The nearest town is miles away. You'll end up with hypothermia before you even get halfway."

The boys stop their arguing when they hear Namjoon heaving again, Jin rushing back into the bathroom, kneeling beside Namjoon who had his head in the toliet bowl. "Namjoon-ah, it's okay..it's okay.. Hyung is here." Jin rubs his back and Namjoon spits into the toilet, only saliva coming up. Hyung, make it stop, it hurts so much.. Namjoon couldn't get the words out, only a small whimper coming as he holds his sore middle, his muscles finally pushing up acid, burning his throat.

"I know, I know, just try to breathe for me okay?" Jin scratches his nails lightly across Namjoon’s back. Namjoon tries, but he’s too distressed to breathe properly. Namjoon gags empty, whimpering.

“It hurts,” he says softly.

“Shh…I know, Joon. You’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.” Namjoon finds comfort in that, calming down a bit. Seokjin puts his hand on Namjoon’s forehead. Sh*t. You’re even hotter than before. I don’t know what to do…” he says softly. “We might have to give you a cold bath.”

“No…” Namjoon says. “Please, no…”

Seokjin is about to say something, but suddenly, the lights start flickering.

“Hyung?” Namjoon’s voice is deep, but he sounds scared. The lights shut off, and Seokjin can’t hold back a curse under his breath. He hears footsteps come to the bathroom and Yoongi shines his phone’s flashlight at them. “Sh*t…you guys too?” Namjoon winces at the light and Seokjin nods.

“There’s some candles in the kitchen…” Taehyung comes up behind Yoongi. Namjoon turns away from the light. His head is hurting again, the bright lights not helping.

“Let’s get him to bed,” Seokjin says. Taehyung comes over and helps Namjoon up, the two of them bringing Namjoon to his bed with Yoongi behind him. Namjoon instantly rolls to his side, completely exhausted and still feeling nauseous. Taehyung lays next to him and rubs his hand up and down his hyung’s burning back. Namjoon sighs at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand. It feels nice, but he’s still not comfortable with his stomach rolling and head pounding.

“Do we have medicine?” Yoongi asks Seokjin.

“Namjoon might have some Ibuprofen,” he says. “For his migraines.” Namjoon shakes his head hard.

“I’m not taking anything…my stomach is killing me.” Taehyung puts his hand on Namjoon’s stomach, feeling it tense and cramp every few seconds. “Poor hyungie…” he says softly, rubbing gently. Namjoon seems to relax at the touch, breathing more slowly.

“Your fever is gonna make you worse, Joonie. You could pass out. Or start hallucinating,” Seokjin says. “Just try to take some and don’t throw up for an hour or so and you’ll start feeling better.” Namjoon doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to faint or start hallucinating, but he really doesn’t want to throw up again. Everything hurts and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep with how uncomfortable he is.

“Please, Joonie-hyung,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon shakes his head. Jungkook comes into the room with two lit candles and places them on the dresser. “What’s going on?” he asks.

“We’re trying to get Namjoon to take some medicine but he won’t..” Yoongi says. Jungkook frowns in sympathy, then sits on the bed facing namjoon, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Can you please try to take a little, hyung?” Jungkook asks, looking at Namjoon with round worried eyes. “You’ll feel better if you do.” He knows Namjoon and his soft spot can’t say no to him, even when he’s feeling like this.

Namjoon sighs. I can't say no when he looks at me like that.. "Alright..I'll try.."

Seokjin brightens up, quickly getting medicine from the bottle before he changes his mind. "Here Joon." He places the pill on Namjoon's tongue, quickly getting him a sip of water to help swallow it down. Please just drink a little more…

Namjoon takes a few mouthfuls of water before turning away from his eldest hyung."No more.."

"That's okay, you did good.." Taehyung smiles softly, gently rubbing his fingertips across Namjoon's cramping stomach.

"Thank you hyung." Jungkook says softly.

"I'm so tired.." Namjoon says in a hoarse whisper.

"Then we'll let you sleep.. Do you want me to take Taehyungie with us?" Seokjin asks, ready to remove the clingy vocalist but Namjoon shakes his head, still feeling guilty for how he treated him earlier.

"He's okay.."

"Get me if there's any change Tae. Take care of him." Seokjin gathered up the others and leaves the two alone.

Namjoon slowly started to drift off, his migraine becoming more manageable. Taehyung was humming as soft as he could as he continues to make feather light touches on Namjoon’s cramping belly.

Taehyung stops when he hears Namjoon start to snore. He's finally asleep, but for how long? He uses his sleeve to try to wipe some of the sweat off of Namjoon's brow. He's still sweating..

Taehyung reaches for the wet cloth slowly, fearful that the slightest wrong move would wake him, just barely grabbing it from the tag, wiping it gently over Namjoon’s body.

Just when Taehyung thought Namjoon was finally starting to recover, he felt his muscles tensing up again, the older quickly sitting up. "Taehyung.." His voice came out as a pained groan as another wave of nausea hits like a tidal wave, making him gag, mouth filling with hot sick, his cheeks puffing out.

"Hyung hold on I'll get-" Taehyung was too late, as he rushed to get the waste bin from the floor Namjoon had already started trying to scramble over him as his body pushes up more sick than he could hold down getting it on Taehyung, the side of the bed, then finally the bin on the floor, trying to prop himself up by his elbows. The pressure he was putting on his own stomach only worsened the pain, causing tears to run down his cheeks.

"Oh no Hyung.." Taehyung runs his hand down Namjoon's spine, feeling it arch as he continues to heave.

"Se-seokjinnie-hyung!" Taehyung yells coming out shaky with panic. "Yoongi-h-hyung!"

The two eldest run into the room Yoongi slowly lifting the bin from the floor keeping it by Namjoon’s face as Seokjin helped him sit up again. "Aiigo Namjoon-ah.. you're okay, you're okay.."

"N..no.." Namjoon sobs, all the stress on his body catching up with him. "I..i..can't do..do..ev..ev…" Another heave comes, cutting him off, only adding to his frustration causing even more tears to flow. Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay…” Namjoon wipes his eyes and leans back.

“What happened, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, taking the bin from Namjoon.

“He just woke up like this…and started vomiting. I have no idea what happened.” Seokjin uses a tissue from the side table to wipe Namjoon’s forehead from sweat.

“You’re burning hot, Joonie…we’re gonna have to give you a cold bath…”

Namjoon shakes his head. “Please…no…I’m freezing…” Namjoon’s eyes look glassy and his usually tan skin is pale.

Seokjin glances at Yoongi, who shrugs. “I think we have to…”

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