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final-bae-stination · 1 year ago
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Sick (Bondi Rescue)
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Prompt: Lachie is sick. Will, his "big brother" (roommate) is trying to force him to stay home, but when Lachie's sickness and fever spikes to the point where he's delusional, Will has to take him to the ER. And also, Hutz feels bad, because Hutz got him sick in the first place.
Warnings: Sick Lachie; Passing Out In The Shower; Delusional Sickness; Hospitals; Dangerous Fevers; Concerned Will Bigelow; Big Brother Will; Little Brother Lachie; Concerned Will; Guilty Harrison Reid.
Third Person POV
Lachie stared vacantly at his bedroom wall, trying to figure out if he could convince his roommate/older brother figure, Will, that he was good to work today. Lachie's chest was a little heavy, his breath a little wheezy, and he was feeling feverish, but he figured he'd just slept under the blankets too long. He sighed, chest rattling, and broke into a coughing fit as he tried to get up. He stumbled to his closet, grabbing a shirt, and Will appeared in the doorway. "What're you doing?" He asked. "Getting...a shirt?" Lachie frowned. "Why? You're not going in." "I am, though." "Nah, mate, think Hutz got you sick." "I'm fine."
Will gave him a flat look as Lachie coughed--again. "Will, it's a cough, that's a human thing to do, isn't it?" He grabbed some joggers (sweatpants) from his dresser before moving to the bathroom, hearing Will call, "Yes, but you're sick!"
Lachie ignored him, starting the shower and kicking the door shut, sighing and breaking into another coughing fit. He was really gonna kill Hutz. He'd had the flu last week and hadn't really realized it until he threw up, three times at work, and Hoppo literally forced Maxi to take the boy home. Not to mention Hutz almost passed out, in the ocean, twice. Stepping under the hot water, Lachie started feeling his muscles relax and groaned, tipping his head back. He must've blacked out or something, because he woke up to Will throwing the door open, grabbing Lachie's arms and slinging a towel around him. Lachie wasn't really aware of what was happening until Will managed to get him in some joggers. "What..." He blinked, seeing Will in front of him, holding his shirt. "You passed out, mate." Will said, his blue eyes dark with worry. "You know you're not supposed to tilt your head back, moron." Will shook his head, helping Lachie into the shirt. "Sorry," Lachie mumbled, feeling hazy. He started coughing, having to bend in half to breathe. "Lachie, hey. Why don't we just head to bed, yeah?" "Kay," Lachie whined, eyes shut. He had never remembered feeling this horrible since he was small, maybe six or seven.
Will got Lachie into bed, and Lachie passed out for a few hours. When he woke up, the sun was sinking below the horizon, and Lachie could hear a movie on the TV in the living room and a voice, not Will's, laughing. Frowning, he shakily got up, hoping not to collapse, but the way he swung his legs over the edge of the bed made his stomach churn, and he forced himself up, to run to the bathroom, barely making it over the toilet before everything came out. He couldn't breathe, and it was so gross. A hand rubbed his back slowly, and Lachie whined, trying to pull away. "Hey, just me." Will said, brushing Lachie's bangs back. Lachie groaned. It was so embarrassing to sit here, puking his guts up, as the older man stood there (despite Will having done it before). "Sorry," He coughed, and Will shook his head. "Don't apologize for being sick. Trust me, kid, I've seen way worse." He helped Lachie sit back, flushed the toilet, and helped him stand. He pulled a thermometer from the cabinet. "Here." Lachie sat there for a minute with the thermometer under his tongue until it beeped and Will winced, showing Lachie. "Gotta get that down." 102.4 read the tiny screen. Lachie sighed.
They entered the kitchen. Lachie wished, just for a moment, that he could sit and lean against Will, but it'd get the man sick. Hell, he was probably getting sick right now. Guilt churned in Lachie's gut at the thought. Will slid a plate over, with toast on it, and Lachie, totally spaced out, dropped his head with a heavy clunk on the table that made Will cringe and touch his back gently. "Don't hurt yourself," He said, but Lachie just whined softly, not lifting his head. "Hey. Eat this, then go to bed, okay?" Will said, and Lachie glared at the toast, wondering if it'd make him puke again. But he was really hungry, so he grabbed one, almost limp, and nibbled it slowly as Will cooked something. Suddenly, he frowned. His vision was spinning as well, and he couldn't breathe, like there was invisible sandbags on Lachie's chest. He frowned.
"Will," He said, but Will didn't hear him.
He stood, turning to go to his room. Maybe laying down would help, but the moment he stood, he felt lightheaded. "Will." He had enough time to say, a little louder, before his vision went white.
Will heard Lachie, and turned just in time to see the boy's eyes roll to the whites, like a freaky zombie movie, and crumple in a dead heap on the floor. "Lachie!" Will shouted, rushing to Lachie. The boy was unresponsive, pulse racing, and eyes fluttering under his bruise-colored eyelids. "Lachie, hey!" He shook Lachie's arm, but the boy only groaned. Will grunted as he lifted Lachie bridal-style and took him to his room. He knew passing out was generally a bad thing, but he figured, Lachie's sick, he probably stood up too fast. He tucked Lachie into the bed, feeling oddly like a parent for a moment (not that he minded) and rushed back to the kitchen so as not to burn what he was making.
Time Skip
Lachie woke up, not knowing where he was. He glanced around. The walls had posters on them, things he recognized, but...was this his room? He coughed, rolling over, and fought the nausea. "Hey." A guy said, coming in, and Lachie stared at him, confused. A memory tickled his brain. Did he know this guy? "Hi?" Lachie asked, startled. The guy stared at him. "You okay?" He asked. "I...I guess. Where..." He blinked, looking around, at the posters, the walls' "Is this my room?" The man was staring at him, concerned now. "Um...yeah. You live with me, remember?"
"No. I...think..." He could barely talk. He was also covered in sweat, felt hot around the face, and couldn't breathe. "I can't breathe," He whispered. The man swore, stepping closer and feeling Lachie's head. "Damn. Okay, um...I'll be right back." "Kay." Lachie mumbled, collapsing into his bed as the man left. Lachie knew he knew that guy, but the name wasn't there. Hadn't he worked with him before? Wait, what is my job? Lachie wondered. Aren't I...a lifeguard? At the ocean, I think. Bondi?
"Hey." The man was back. "Stick this under your tongue, and then we're gonna head to the hospital, okay? Whippet's coming to get us." "Whippet...?" "Yeah." Lachie allowed the guy to stick the thermometer under his tongue as he grabbed a hoodie. The thermometer beeped, showing 102.6. "Shit. Here, up."
The guy helped him dress in a warm hoodie, joggers, and sneakers, then helped him outside, where a man in a car was waiting. Slipping in the back and the other guy in the front, the blonde said to the driver, "He doesn't remember me, so I figured ER was the next step. Also, his fever was at 102.6 last time I checked. So hurry, please." Now the driver was looking at him. "Sure. Hey, Lachie. Ready?" "Sure?" Lachie frowned. He knew these people. He started mumbling, "I know them, I...Whippet..." He frowned, trying to place the names. Unknown to him, Will and Whippet were listening to his rambles.
"I'm...beach. I work at the beach. Ocean?" Lachie thought harder, his head pounding. "Bondi. Boss--Is my boss mad?" "No. No, he knows you're sick." Whippet shared an alarmed glance with Will. If Lachie ever talked about Hoppo, he said the name, not boss. Did Lachie remember Hoppo at the moment?
They arrived at the hospital, explaining everything to the nurse. When they got to his temp, she grabbed Lachie gently and led him back, but the men had to wait in the waiting room. For some reason, Lachie didn't want to go alone, so he glued himself to the man Whippet (was that his name?) had called Will. "Can he come?" the nurse shook her head. "He can come when we're done, alright?" Lachie looked sad but followed her.
He doesn't remember passing out, but he woke up with Whippet in a chair on the left, Will on the right. "Will?" Lachie asked, and both men looked up. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Will asked. "Better, I think. I'm...not as hot. And I can breathe." He mumbled, playing with the edge of the blanket. "That's good." Whippet smiled. "You scared us earlier." He said softly. "Why?" "You had no idea who we were, didn't know where you worked. Nothing." Will said. "Sorry." Lachie mumbled. "Don't be. We got you some help, that's all we needed." Just then, the doctor came in, and he smiled, seeing Lachie awake. "Mr. McArthur, hello." He said. "Lachie," the boy said, and the doctor nodded. "Lachie," he corrected. "How do you feel? You still feel sick, any pain?" "No." "Good! So, our plan was to keep you overnight, just to be sure, but you are improving rapidly, so we'll give it a few more hours and then, if you're still looking good, we can send you home. Sound okay?" "Yeah." Lachie said, yawning. "Good!" The doctor turned to Will, saying something, as Lachie dropped off into sleep again.
Time Skip
"Lachie!" Jake crowed when Lachie walked into the Tower on Sunday. Lachie grinned as the others smiled, greeting him. "Hi," He said, and Hutz, when their eyes connected, glanced away quickly, guilt etched on his face. Will had informed the team (or Whippet did--either way, they knew) about Lachie's ER trip, so Lachie knew that Hutz felt bad. He sat next to the Kiwi on the desk. "Don't feel bad, okay?" "I-I'm not--" "You are. I can see it. So what if I ended up in the ER and you didn't? You didn't wanna get me sick." Hutz shrugged. "I guess." "Love you, mate." Lachie smiled, flicking Hutz's forehead. Hutz laughed. "Yeah, love you, too."
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royaltea000 · 14 days ago
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[wipinf] thinking bout that one part in jttw96 where nezha and hong hai er fight in a dream
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ningadudexx · 2 years ago
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i bought @nanalitore s plushes the day they dropped THIS IS EPIC
Thank you for making awesome plushes!!
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kathrynmhahn · 4 months ago
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TOP 10 IMDB RATED ER EPISODES | Part 1
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inkyminx · 4 months ago
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I hate every single minute of this.
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aether-link · 4 months ago
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For real though, I feel like one of few people who genuinely wants a Kuruk novel. :(
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funyiipp · 9 months ago
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"Frank told me home is where the heart is." said Wally, "But he doesn't seem to be there."
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On a lighter note, I also drew Howdy's little bag label.
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Felt like posting regular WH stuff today. I've been a bit under the weather (for the 50th time) but it's whatever. I'll be fine.
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h0oty · 1 month ago
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doctors deciding whether to blame their patients symptoms on anxiety, weight, or menstruation this time around
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peachypede · 9 months ago
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It’s come to my attention that the Poppy Playtime fandom has a huge art stealing problem. There are writing blogs that are stealing people’s art and posting their headcanons/writing under them.
I’m here to tell you that you need to always, ALWAYS ask permission from an artist to use their work.
It’s very rude to use art that isn’t yours without permission. It doesn’t matter if you have a disclaimer that the art isn’t yours or if you have a post telling artists to politely ask for their art not to be on your post. It’s YOUR responsibility to ask for permission first and to respect their answer. It’s not the artist’s job to hunt you down and ask you nicely to stop.
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ethereousdelirious · 1 month ago
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I want to write the Love Actually of sickfic
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carlyraejepsans · 1 year ago
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Do you enjoy underfell? I thought you disliked aus /genq
i don't dislike the concept of AUs itself, I'm just not a fan of like... the subculture that spawned around them in the UT fandom specifically and how it eventually took over almost all canon content (especially when it limits itself to the bros)
i like aus visually! i am an artist at heart after all. it's just that, if I'm going to care about them as stories and not just fun design ideas, my bar is uhh almost impossibly high the further you move from canon lolol.
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slyzzardslytherin · 8 months ago
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sebinis
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subsequentibis · 3 months ago
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got to figure out how to draw tommo for evil yaoi purposes
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inkyminx · 4 months ago
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I’m cool I'm fine its not a big deal—
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WTF MONKEY KING
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the-writing-mobster · 6 months ago
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Because I constantly get hate for WDYW Chapter 49,
(I get it, it's polarizing) allow me to like,,, explain why I went with the plot point? I don't really owe anyone an explanation, and literally fuck any of my haters, they're ants, but I think my readers/people who actually like my writing would like to know the lore behind my choices.
So, context, in chapter 49, Frisk is drugged into obedience by Muffet and Muffet, being the money hungry cunt that she is, sells Frisk's body on the black market. It's a really uncomfortable concept, and when it happened it caused a lot of readers to drop the fic or rant at me in the comments, talk shit about my fic in private forums behind my back, or even imply a bunch of horrible things about me as a person lmao.
So why did I decide to go with this plot?
Well, for one, it all stems from two books: The Hunger Games, Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins and the Empress by S.J Kincaid.
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In both of these books, there is a pivotal character who is drugged, manipulated and used for political gain by a dastardly authority figure. In The Empress, this plot point was ESPECIALLY devastating, because it completely changed and corrupted the character into a horrific shell of their old self to where they were actively antagonistic and irredeemable!
This plot device has intrigued and fascinated me ever since. Drugging a protagonist to make them wholly dependent on their abuser/villain, manipulating them, having them at rock bottom is, in my opinion, one of the worst things that can happen to a character... And seeing how the character can overcome it is the greatest triumph!
Ever since reading these books, this plot device has buzzed in the back of my mind and there is a part of me that always tries to recreate it, but I can never come close to perfecting it.
Either I always miss on the addiction part of the manipulation, or I can never commit truly to character corruption. Either way, the closest I've ever gotten to scratching this itch has been in WDYW part 3, but even then, I barely came close to getting it right.
My second reason for choosing the route; In WDYW, Frisk's whole arc is about having control over her own agency/autonomy/fate. What happens to her in Part 3 is the culmination of everything she's ran away from, fought against, and her greatest nightmare come to life. It was the lowest point I could bring her character, and make her face her past demons in a horrifically evil way. But my plan had obviously been that despite all of the torture she survives, that she not only survives but fucking WINS!
That was the whole point, but when I wrote it I was like,,, 17/18 😅, so there was definitely things I wasn't as graceful about.
With that said, would I change anything? Yes. If I could change anything I wrote about part 3, I would do a couple things:
1. Take out that obedience spell Muffet puts on Frisk. The reason I made that was because it was like a catch all spell to keep Frisk in Muffets clutches? But it was pretty OP and seemed like a hand wavey excuse to brush aside plot holes. I should've just simplified the spell to where she was simply tethered to Muffet's soul so Sans couldn't kill Muffet, or teleport Frisk away.
2. Frisk's "obedience" to Muffet should've been entirely addiction based, which would make the plot point of Frisk using determination to burn out her addiction in Part 4, and then eventually Determination becomes the addiction instead, (because overcoming addiction is really fucking hard actually and a constant struggle) a lot stronger.
3. I would probably be much more careful with my word choice in chapter 49. Some of it comes off as sexualization. Not my intention, but it was because I was writing in the creepy photographer's pov and he was objectifying her. In my head I was like, "surely people can read between the lines right???" (They can't. Only a select few fanfic readers have media literacy apparently)
So, TLDR, No chapter 49 was not some author's barely disguised fetish (that's honestly a really gross way to think about my writing and about me as a person) it was my genuine worst nightmare as a woman, and one of my favorite plot devices from two of my favorite books 😭 Please lay off me about chapter 49, and Part 3.
Last but not least... Some art is meant to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed.
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sluggybunny · 4 months ago
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drawing tilted headshots my beloved
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