#fainting mention tw

[dvsconocvdo]

closed / not accepting replies

A. after the canoeing event (blood, fainting tw)

Amrita couldn't remember a time she felt so tired, so hot, and so sweaty. After losing in the archery event, she was more than willing to sit out the other events, but when Jonah had mentioned how he wanted to win the canoe race her mindset suddenly changed. After throwing rocks, and duplicating herself she was feeling light headed. Deciding to use shadow magic to fight back against Aiyla's tactics had definitely drained her of any remaining energy. She was thankful things were slowing down a bit. But her nose continued to bleed, and she was sure she might faint soon. Bumping into someone as she attempted to keep her head raised up high, she mumbled a quick apology. "I'm so sorry. I'll get out of your way." A pause. "Actually, do you know where one might finds snacks? I'm a bit turned around."

B. during horse riding (injury tw)

"So, like did you fucking know we had a whole equestrian set up in town? This has to be a rich person thing, yeah? Like. I can't believe there were this many horses in town." Noel was holding some blue pom poms to cheer for her team as she was definitely sitting this one out. She had never ridden a horse, and today wasn't going to be the first time. "Also, I gotta say. What are the odds of someone sabotaging the other team and causing someone else to just eat shit?"

C. during the wolf bbq (time soup; alcohol & camera shaking in gif tw)

"All I'm saying is they love to see the underdog win. We just gave the people the performance they wanted." She bragged with ease before taking a sip of her cup. "And just because our team ate it up, I say we do shots then feast like the victors that we are." Noel patted the shoulders of her teammate in comradery.

[inkshine]

Hey so as a neurodivergent person who has a *really* hard time with gauging my own bodily needs and sensations, I struggle a lot with figuring out what's just in my head and what's in my body. Ex. "Am I actually about to pass out l or am I just hot and emotionally overwhelmed?/ Is something wrong or do I just need water?"

Does anyone have any tips on how to manage this while neurodivergent?

[montaners]

was that álvaro rico spotted down at the shoreline of east hamptons main beach? must just be camilo montaner the twenty seven year old model, influencer and heir. whenever i hear sirenas by taburete it reminds me of them. they are known for being argumentative but they make up for that by being determined. they have been living in the hamptons for two days.

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: camilo hernán montaner de luna ⟶ nicknames: no nicknames, absolutely hates being called cam. the only thing he hates more than that is being called milo  –  you might as well just slap him in the face while you’re at it ⟶ three things he likes: finding new vegan recipes, music in spanish, enrique iglesias ⟶ three things he dislikes: people who ask too many questions, dirty fingernails, bad mannerisms ⟶ gender: cis male ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 9 ⟶ age: twenty seven ⟶ birthday: december 5, 1995 ⟶ zodiac: sagittarius sun, aquarius moon, scorpio ascendant ⟶ right handed or left handed: fully ambidextrous ⟶ eye color: baby blue ⟶ hair color: black ⟶ piercings and tattoos: no piercings, no tattoos ⟶ languages spoken: spanish ( native tongue ), italian, and english ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic ⟶ place of birth: barcelona, spain ⟶ last five songs listened to: en esta habitación by libido, no te preocupes por mi by leiva, testa tra le nuvole pt. 1 by alfa, manda una señal by maná, el perdedor by enrique iglesias ft. marco antonio solís ⟶ five aesthetics: jetting off somewhere because you’re bored, stress shopping, light blue eyes gazing into the sunset, getting up at 5 am for a daily morning jog, being the pickiest eater known to mankind ⟶ character inspo: ander muñoz from elite, isak valtersen from skam ( og skam ), brando pacitto from baby

background story ;

camilo was born to britta incanti and lorenzo montaner in barcelona, spain. his mother is an italian model and fashion designer who was miss italy in 1993, and runner up for miss universe in 1994, and his father is owner and heir of hotel and resort chains called montaner ( literally equivalent to hilton hotels ). needless to say, his family on both sides comes from a lot of money, and have pretty much bought into anything you can think of. gas companies, gastronomy business, electric, you name it, his family is somehow involved

camilo, being an only child, grew up with anything materialistic anyone could ever think of. all he had to do was point, and it was being handed to him without any type of questions. he was spoiled, practically born with a golden spoon in his mouth, in the public eye. his family was widely known in europe and also had business’ world wide, which meant he had a rather public life since he could remember

to anyone, his upbringing sounds like a wet dream, and in a way, it kind of was. i say ‘in a way’ because his life isn’t as picture perfect as everyone thinks it is. simply put, his parents were never really present. he grew up with the best help money could buy  –  nannies, butlers, personal chefs, maids, people who worked for his family and treated him like he was the last cup of water in the middle of the desert. he had it all, minus the people who were supposed to love him the most

they missed his birthdays, christmas, important holidays, things that any parent should be present for, they were never around. instead, he was always surrounded by people who were literally paid to care for him. he was never really held as a child, never hugged when he was sad or sick, and because of his rather cold upbringing, this made camilo an equally cold person

due to constantly being in the public eye, he became cynical and calculated. in his eyes, everything was a game. nothing was unattainable to him because of his hefty wallet and no one was genuinely worthy of his time. at least, this is what he grew up thinking

he grew up feeling an insane amount of pressure. despite his parents not being around, they always let him know that what the world thought of them, the idea people had of him, was everything. the way he looked and acted was all that mattered, and carrying this with him since he could remember was a lot to deal with

he quickly became obsessed with his physical appearance. what he wore, down from his shirt to his shoes, how his hair looked, how his skin appeared and his weight especially, became everything for him. camilo would rather die than go out wearing sweats or looking anything less than impeccable  –  he simply had to look his best or he wouldn’t go out at all

his earlier years consisted of traveling a lot. he lived in his mother’s hometown in the amalfi coast in italy for a few years, traveled back and forth to any country his heart desired, and would leave as soon as he grew bored with where he was staying at

by the time he’s fourteen, he decides to move to los angeles to start high school there, mostly so he could better his english, but also because his family had contacts there and he knew a few celebrities

this is how he meets his first ever boyfriend, dani, when he’s sixteen. truth be told, camilo wasn’t a fan of him at first. they were polar opposites and he considered dani to ‘not be at his level’. he doesn’t know how it happens, but he somehow makes his way into camilo’s cold ass heart, and soon enough, they begin to date. dani was someone camilo would have never considered, but he basically falls head over heels for him. he’s the first person who makes camilo feel less cynical, like he doesn’t have to be perfect or do everything so impeccably so. he makes him feel real, like he actually matters to someone and isn’t just a display case for the world to judge. simply put, he makes him feel things he never thought he would feel before, makes him see things from a completely different perspective

unfortunately, this romance is short lived when dani disappears one day, with no warning. camilo tries not to let it get to him, but he’s so hurt by this move, he ends up going to a boarding school in san francisco and finishes high school there, heading back to his hometown, barcelona, two days after his graduation

at this point, his trust issues are at an all time high. he has a very difficult time letting people in and mostly maintains superficial relationships with everyone, without much depth, or any depth at all, really

he basically becomes even more obsessed with his physical appearance, especially when he gets signed to a modeling agency by the time he’s nineteen. to camilo, the way he looks becomes everything to him, up to the point where it becomes unhealthy

he’s modeled for a few brands in the past before, but when he actually gets signed to an agency is when he starts to feel the pressure. being around his peers, for the first time in his life, he doesn’t feel like he’s above them. in fact, he feels inferior to them. some of the names are so big, that the importance of his last name doesn’t mean anything to them. never wanting to be below anyone, he starts working extra hard to make sure he’s on their level, or better than they are

! tws for eating disorders, fainting, hospitals and body dysphoria for the next four bullets, read with caution or skip over this if you’re triggered ! his habits start off so small at first, that he genuinely doesn’t see it as a problem. over exercising is only the beginning, but soon enough, he starts cautiously watching, and counting, the calories of the stuff he eats. when this isn’t proven to be enough, he switches to a vegan diet, and it just escalates from that point on

to be honest, he was never overweight. in fact, doctors would tell him he had to gain some weight in the past, but despite this, he didn’t feel good enough. more so, he felt like he could be better. he became obsessed with any little flaw he would pick out of himself and would work endlessly to fix it, or make it less noticeable. one of his more genuine friends in the modeling industry flat out told him he had a problem, but camilo brushed it aside and kept ‘working’ on himself. by working on himself, i mean practically torturing himself with unhealthy diets and extreme exercise routines

the worst part is that he really didn’t think he had a problem. he struggled with an eating disorder and body dysphoria for over six years, until one day, six months after his twenty sixth birthday, he ends up passing out during a photo shoot. waking up in the hospital, he’s told he has pretty bad malnutrition linked to an eating disorder and is recommended to seek help. at this point, he weighed ninety seven pounds ( almost forty four kilograms )

it’s at this moment that he realizes that he’s not okay. despite not being quite ready to get the help he needs, he ends up checking himself into an inpatient clinic in madrid that specializes in eating disorders and mental health. he’s there for three months and it’s basically hell for him, the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, but... he does get better. by a lot. ends up gaining the weight he needs and see’s a nutritionist to work out a ( healthy ) vegan diet for him. after leaving said clinic, he goes back to los angeles to continue working on his modeling career and meet his sponsors. he’s there until december, and afterwards, makes the decision to move to long island in a pent house his parents own, wanting to be far away from anyone he’s ever known and start fresh

headcanons

truth be told, camilo still does struggle a lot with his weight and appearance. he knows better at this point, but it’s still something he deals with on a daily basis. his habits aren’t unhealthy anymore, but he’s a very picky eater. he’s literally the type of person to separate food on his plate and eat it in different sections, one at a time. he will probably never go back to harming himself the way he did for so long, but he still carries that part of his life with him. he has a healthy diet and exercise routine now, but god knows it took him a while to get there

he can be a real pain in the ass when it comes to keeping things clean. i wouldn’t say he’s ocd, but he can be a borderline neat freak. things have to be tidy otherwise he literally can’t sleep

he enjoys drinking alcohol from time to time, but that’s about it. he hates weed because of the munchies and used to chain smoke cigarettes, but thankfully, that’s a habit he’s broken out of. he’s tried coke and dabbled with it back in spain when he was going through everything he was going through because he liked how it takes away your hunger, but he doesn’t really do anything now, claims he’s ‘high off life’

even though he makes it seem like he doesn’t want anyone or is too good for anyone, deep down inside, camilo really wants to be loved. he wants a boyfriend who will turn into his husband, he wants a kid and a house, and he wants an actual future with someone, despite showing anyone who has ever been interested in him romantically the complete opposite ( minus dani rip )

he has a cat he named draco meowfoy, clever twist on his favorite movie and book character, draco malfoy. his cat is one year old and a ragdoll cat, basically the sweetest cat ever, acts more like a dog than anything

he’s a model and an influencer, future heir to the business’ his family owns. he has thirty five million followers on instagram, and an equivalent amount on tiktok and other social media platforms. he has a ton of money besides that, but he makes a very good amount of money on sponsorships ( his favorite ones so far have been brands like adidas and colgate )

when you really get to know him ( which is rare ), he’s goofy. nothing like that ‘i’m better than you’ persona he puts on for the whole world to see. he has an idiot side to him that likes corny jokes and puns, enjoys knitted sweaters and dad jokes

he plays piano, has been playing since he was four years old, but this is a rather hidden talent of his. he’s a huge example of ‘what you see isn’t what you get’ because people tend to meet him and make up their minds on who he is, but the truth is that he has a ton of layers, a ton of hidden parts of himself that very few people, if not no one, really know of

camilo is also a huge example of ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ because he has anything materialistic any person could ever dream of having, but deep down inside, he’s not genuinely happy. he definitely has depression, but doesn’t take medication for it

he wants to live a relaxed life here, far away from the chaos that was barcelona and the shit show that was los angeles. he wants a place where people don’t really know who he is, somewhere he doesn’t feel pressure to be ‘perfect’

when he does let you in, he’s loyal. he doesn’t believe in cheating on people and will defend you until the end if he considers you a true person and genuinely likes you. if he doesn’t, it’s the complete opposite. he can be a very fake person for the sake of being ‘diplomatic’, but will literally trash talk you if he isn’t a fan of you. he can say everything to your face as well, but prefers to subtweet about you if you’re not someone he’s fond of

he was offered a spot on a reality tv show in spain with other models, living in a mansion and getting into shenanigans, but he turned it down. the show was similar to ‘hype house’ and he feels like he dodged a bullet with that one

he is a huge fan of enrique iglesias, has been to six of his concerts and has personally met him three times. loves him to death, literally man crush monday all day every day

he has the tiniest accent when speaking english. it’s barely noticeable and will become more prominent if he’s really angry, but for the most part, his english is really, really good. he’s fluent in spanish, english and italian, and even though he speaks all three languages perfectly, his preferred language is spanish, and literal thought process is in spanish as well

i’m gonna end this here because this is long as hell, but below is his birthchart for some extra tea!

birthchart ;

[histxries]

Elisabet's mind was racing. This was the first time she had left the baby's chambers aside from checking on the queen and the rest of the royal family, offering her assistance. She had come to make sure the babies had enough milk and did not need any more bottled, but paused when she heard the voice and the scrape of the bowl. Though she felt her stomach lurch in hunger, she couldn't make her brain stop. Flashbacks of children begging for their parents during the worst of the plague, children in her care crying in fear...all of them blew through her brain, and she was barely able to keep herself together.

"No thank you. I'm just here to make sure the babies are still able to be fed, that's all. I must...must make sure the princess is safe..." She felt all her weight drop onto a stool, her chest and face spreading with red flush.

the news was spreading throughout the palace, much like wildfire. princesses were being locked away, and staff were being questioned. it made roberto uneasy, but there was not much he could do. there was a lot of violence in the world, sometimes. it was the mystery of it all that scared people more, he was was of it. he walked around his palace (the kitchens) and sighed, certainly not expecting anyone to be there. upon seeing someone, he paused before pushing a bowl of soup and bread toward them. "it's been a stressful morning. you need to eat."

[h-didanart]

Me: oh boy, finally some free time! I can finally work on the stuff I have to work in! I could add more ideas to Family Weekend Camping 4 or maybe work more on Empty Gaze, I know people would appreciate it, ooh, I know! I could fully write that really important chapter for Moon and Sun Show! What’s more, I have two major Bloodmoon drawings to do, a gift for a mutual, a yearly redraw for pride month, and the Virus!Jack story. So much to work through, I’m sure I can pick one of these to complete!

Brain: Bloodmoon Chaos House

Me: …

Me: …

Me: >:/

Bloodmoon chaos house, a place where I store my AU Bloodmoons at apparently. There’s the three pairs I usually draw, the two canon interpretations, and a handful of the ones I talked about in that ‘how many bloodmoons do you have’ ask.

Important designs:

To the left, Ruby and Vermillion (previously Scarlet but I changed their name), the amnesiac Bloodmoon without bloodlust. To the right, The Sturgeon Moon and The Harvest Moon— they probably have other names but they refuse to be called anything else— the magical Bloodmoon.

Left and middle, currently unnamed, the fantasy world Bloodmoon version 1 and 2. To the right, Bloody, Scythe, Harvest, and Rabies, the Bloodmoon from the ocean au.

Now you get doodles (and included are the actor//youtuber au twins who I didn’t make a reference for)

I blame @achickennamedcheese for this

You made me think about them

How dare you

(I’m being silly, you’re fine, I had a lot of fun with these)

[firewolf111]

Request from: @panic-at-the-general-vicinity analogical (fainting)

(I myself have never fainted and don't know much first aid, so some parts may not be accurate. I did my best. Hope you enjoy <3)

While Logan may be the first to chide Thomas for not taking care of his health, he was also notoriously bad at taking care of his own. Turns out, an obscene amount of coffee doesn't actually replace sleep or a decent meal. Logan found that out the hard way. If he actually learns from this experience.

Logan: And then I just have to finish this page and I'll be ready for movie night with you. Just give...me a..moment. *He trails off as he grows dizzy and lightheaded, more so than he was at the beginning of the conversation, which he had decided to ignore*

Virgil: You okay, Lo?

Logan: Yes. I assure- *he swallows* I assure you I'm... *he blinks as the room begins to spin and yellow before dimming* ...fine... *his eyes roll back and shut as he slumps forward, sliding out of his chair as Virgil quickly catches him*

Virgil: Lo? Logan? Come on, this isn't funny. Wake up. You're not dying on me, are you? Shoot. I don't know what I'm doing. Shoot.

Despite his insistence that he has no clue, he follows first aid instructions perfectly. Many think Logan was the expert on first aid, but many panicked research filled nights had left him with more than enough knowledge. And who said overthinking was a bad thing?

So Logan gets taken care of, with many muttered curse words. Virgil sits by the side of his bed as he waits for Logan to wake up.

Logan: *slowly sitting up and looking around* What... *he swallows and licks his lips* happened?

Virgil: *handing Logan a juice box and a bottle of water* You passed out. Like an idiot.

Logan: *sipping at the juice box* Oh. Well, that is unfortunate.

Virgil: Really!? That's your only response? "Unfortunate"!

Logan: I assure you it isn't that bad. I simply forgot to eat and sleep as much as I should have.

Virgil: Yeah! That's kinda a problem, Lo.

Logan: Do not worry. It won't happen again.

Virgil: Again? It shouldn't have happened at all! For a moment, I thought you were dying.

Logan: I appreciate the concern, dear, but I assure you I'm fine.

Virgil: *groaning and flopping on the bed as the adrenaline wears off and frustration bubbles up*

Logan: Virgil! Are you okay? Did you hyperventilate and get lightheaded? Have you not been sleeping? Did you forget to drink water while distracted by me? Do you need-

Virgil: *groaning again* You are such a hypocrite.

Virgil: *rolling over to glare at Logan* We will continue this conversation later. After a nap.

Virgil: So finish your juice and water. You owe me cuddles.

[caspersickfanfics]

Prompt List | AO3 | Ask | Rules

Warnings: Vomiting, amnesia, mentions of other symptoms including headaches/brain fog/passing out, mentions of blood, speculated poisoning, trauma response

A/N: Yeah so... this is none of the WIPs I've been working on for months, actually, but I just Needed to get something done this weekend, so. Here we are. I have Ideas for a part 2 for this and if you read closely you might be able to pick up on some intentional loose ends but also I'd feel irresponsible adding to my WIP list at this point. We'll see. Anyway, this is for @monthofsick day 21: Sleepy Sickie

It’s the dead of night, amidst a humid summer heat, when Cyno shows up at Tighnari’s doorstep, feverish and ill. He’s trembling all over, downtrodden, and exhausted. His hair is sweat damp, his face marred by tear tracks, just barely visible in the lamplight.

Tighnari guides him inside. He has Cyno sit, and then wordlessly checks that his body is in one piece. For the most part, yes, it is, but he makes quick work bandaging a dozen or so surface level wounds. By the time he’s done, the matra has dozed off, slumped back against the chair with his head lolling on his chest. Tighnari wants him to rest, but worries about his fever and gently wakes him to gather more information.

“Hey,” Tighnari says quietly. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Tighnari?”

“Mhm.”

There’s a flash of panic across his face, and Cyno’s muscles tighten. Responding immediately, Tighnari places a firm hand on his chest, and while Cyno stops struggling to stand, the tension doesn’t fade, his eyes searching Tighnari’s face. Tighnari feels his brow furrow when Cyno asks, “Where are we?”

“We’re at home,” he states. His voice is masked with a carefully curated calm. He can feel Cyno’s heart rushing far too quickly under his hand. “We’re safe.”

Cyno looks completely lost, but after checking and double checking his surroundings - as if he doesn’t believe his eyes - slowly relaxes. He still looks off-kilter.

Tighnari’s unease heightens. “You don’t remember why you came here?”

The matra’s face scrunches up, confused and distressed. “I don’t even remember coming here,” he mumbles. He hardly sounds like himself, voice even lower than usual, words slightly slurred. A shiver runs through him.

“It’s alright,” Tighnari reassures. “Let’s not worry about that. If I give you a list of possible symptoms, can you let me know which ones you’re experiencing, or if I'm missing any?”

Cyno agrees with a nod, and proceeds to respond to the rest of Tighnari’s questioning in a similar fashion. Headache, muscle pain, stomach ache, nausea, hot flashes, shivering, weakness, lightheadedness, fatigue, brain fog… Tighnari clocks the silent but affirmative responses to each item on the list with a growing sense of dread.

“You don’t remember if you ate anything suspicious recently, do you?”

“Don’t know.” It’s clear he’s running out of energy. When his head dips forward, Tighnari cups Cyno’s cheek in his hand. “Wanna sleep, Nari.”

Again, Tighnari wants to let him sleep, but Cyno’s needs take priority. “Not yet. Stay awake for me, love - can you do that?” 

Cyno sniffles sadly, but his eyes remain open, if glazed. They’re certainly bloodshot.

Tighnari cleans him up. He hopes to help ground him. Sometimes Cyno needs time to settle in a given location, and things like a warm bath can help.

It doesn’t seem to make much of a difference this time, but at least he’s no longer covered in mud and blood and… well, the sweat reappears quickly enough. Cyno all but falls into the bed, sending his partner a look of utter betrayal when Tighnari guides him to sit rather than lying down right away. He smiles in apology and squeezes Cyno’s hand. “Just a bit longer, hm? You’re doing so well.”

When Tighnari offers him water, though, any color left in Cyno’s face drains in an instant, and the next, he’s pitching forward with a retch.

“Oh–” Tighnari quickly steps back, sets the glass on a table, and helps Cyno over the edge of the bed. Nothing comes up, and it’s just strands of saliva dripping to the ground, but he heaves again and again. There’s a strangled noise, like he’s trying to speak. Tighnari tries to quiet him.

“Shhh, Cyno. Settle. It’s okay.”

“I— hurrrrgh!” His body is relentless, abdomen clenching in a cruel attempt to expel something that simply isn’t there. He groans.

“I can’t,” Cyno grates out. It hurts him to do, and he’s thrown into a violent coughing fit that devolves into more heaving and more pain. He’s shaking horribly.

“It’s okay,” Tighnari repeats. He'd do just about anything to make this stop, and yet, the only thing to do is wait it out. “Oh, Cyno… just breathe.”

When he finally regains control of himself, Cyno is gutted in a way that he can’t put words to. Instead, he takes a deep breath, and releases a single sob. Tears stream down his face - and he doesn’t understand why. Tighnari is alarmed, checking him again for injury, asking about whether he’s hurt himself internally. He shakes his head and pushes Tighnari's hands away, because there's nothing they can do to fix this.

“Need to sleep,” he moans, and it’s desperate. His stomach is going to start revolting again if he stays awake much longer, or maybe he’ll simply pass out. And he craves sleep. So, so badly. After a moment, Tighnari nods.

“That's alright, love. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

–––

Send asks here!

[koka-mi]

Ok so uh I cut my finger somehow? After I got done washing my face I went to open idolm@ster and was looking for what song to play when I caught a glance at my hand and there was this red thing coming out of my middle finger and I was like huh I don't remember eating anything red today AND THEN IT HIT ME THAT I WAS BLEEDING 😭 it was a lot of blood too like a concerning amount so I was like okay maaaybe I should do something about this xD and I went to get a napkin and some cool water from the sink to put pressure on it

(for some reason though the sink wouldn't give cold water?? Only hot and warm--which was weird because the sink usually always gives cold water??? Like I have to wait a while for it to get warmer most of the time but this time it was already warm >:[ THE ONE TIME I NEED IT TO BE COLD OMG and I didn't have TIME to sit there and wait my finger was bleeding!!! So I tried the bath water and the result was the same! LIKE WHYYYY I did get a tiny bit of cool water eventually though)

So now I have this napkin wrapped around my finger and the bleeding has stopped mostly (cold water makes it sting a lil but that's okay) I wish I had a first aid kit or something so I could put something else on it and hopefully keep it from getting infected but unfortunately I don't :( so I gotta to use what I have. I'll probably grab some tape and keep napkin around my cut for the time being. I'm mostly just wondering what cut my finger??? Like all I did was wash my face and after that is when I noticed it. I didn't touch anything sharp to my knowledge and I don't think my nail caused a cut like that so I am very very lost :'D hopefully I'll find the true culprit one day. How dare whatever object did this >:( now I can only type with one hand smh

[soft-for-yoongi]

Hello author!

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

‐-------------------‐------‐‐----------------

Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: OT7

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

Word count: 795

Emojis: 2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑

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

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

‐-------------------‐------‐‐----------------

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Sick Sister

First Tumblr post ever, i work on wattpad but i want to also post my stuff on here. Anyways hope you enjoy

Requested: No

Warnings: Fainting, Hospitals, and one mention of ambulances

______________________________________________________________

Mattie’s Pov

“Mattie” you woke up to Jay pulling your covers off.

“Jay stop, it's so cold in here, did you turn the heat down or something?”

“No, I even turned it up last night cause I swear I could hear you shivering”. Jay said while going to feel Mattie's head.

“Gosh Mattie your burning up”

“I'm going to go grab the thermometer and call will, I'll be back”. Jay said while walking out of your room.

“Alright Mattie, I'm back”.

***

Jay called Will six times in the past hour taking the hint that he was busy or he just didn't want to answer so he called Connor in hopes that he would answer.

“Hello? Jay?” Connors tone confused on why his co-workers brother would call him

“Matilda has a fever of 103.1. I gave her tylenol around an hour ago and doesn't seem like it's working”.

“As her doctor im saying you should bring her in, but if you think she's ok then you can keep her at home”.

“I'm going to bring her in and-”. Jay stopped mid sentence hearing a loud thump. “Mattie, Matilda?”

Connor could hear Jay running up the stairs trying to figure out what happened.

“Jay-Jay, what's going on? Talk to me”

You felt a familiar feeling in your stomach, either it's because you're hungry or you need to throw up the crackers you ate.

As soon as you stand up get really dizzy you try to shake off the feeling but you can't, so you attempt to head down stairs but as soon as you take your next step you feel your body hit the floor and everything goes black.

According to Will and Jay you tend to faint every time you get sick but you don't remember so you just believe whatever they say and go with it.

The first time this happened Jay thought someone broke in since it was 6 in the morning. You swear you heard will yell that it was just you and not a criminal but your brushed it off thinking it was just a dream”

***

“It's Mattie, she fainted aging” .

“Make sure you put her feet up i'll let will know”

Before connor could finish jay hung up to call an ambulance”

***

“What've we got, Maggie”? Will asked as the paramedic handed over the young girl to the hospital.

“Matilda Halstead, 15 years old, found unconscious by her brother… Will you can't handle her, you the hospital protocols, I swear i didn't know”

Will was just left standing there as he watched his little sister being taken care of by other doctors.

***

Wills/No Ones POV

“At this point i think we should just put in the hospital with 24/7 surveillance everytime she gets sick” Will trying to make a joke

“First of all she hates hospitals and needles so that's a no, and i just realized that i forgot to tell voight i wouldn't be there. Haileys probably thought i've gone missing from not answering anyone's phone calls”.

Just then Connor walks in “Ok so she's ok now and you can see her now, she's dealurios but that will wear off soon. I wanted to run a few tests and it looks like she suffered from heat syncope. It looks like it's what causes the fainting every time she gets a high fever” .

“Thank you Connor”. Will replied

“Anytime guys, anytime”.

***

Mattie’s POV

Just then you saw your brothers come in and will told you to stop playing with your iv 

“Ha you two look alike for some reason”

“That's because we're brother mattie” Jay said while coming sit down next to you

“Mattie? But the doctors told me i was matilda am i impersonating someone” You whined

“No Matilda, we call you Mattie for short so you're not impersonating anyone, '' Jay said, trying to contain his laughter.

“Hey, stop laughing at me. Your so mean” You said almost crying

“Oh mattie jay just a 3 year old in an old man's body” Will sighed trying to calm down mattie

***

The rest of the night was filled with mattie making everyone laugh then connor discharged her

“Is she asleep?” Jay says when will comes down stairs

“Yep she finally let herself relax and sleep”

“She's just like you jay”

“And how she's more like you” Jay gasped

“She loves to be babied when she sick just like you” Will chuckled 

“Since you wanna keep coming at me like that you're in charge of waking her tomorrow morning”. Jay commented

“What?”

“See you tomorrow night will”

Will sat there thinking about how he's raising two children instead of 1 little sister.

[brandstifter-sys]

The Great Bitchin Bake-Off

Chapter 3: You Got Buns Hun (Ao3)

Word Count: 2563

Rating: T

Characters: Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus, Virgil

Warnings: Innuendo, food, gore, fainting, background moceit, background dukexiety

Roman and Remus have no internet, no cookbooks, and they have to make breakfast for everyone in the mindscape. Rather than work together, the creativitwins just have to make it a competition, if only so there's something edible in the end.

--

Roman rose up into the dining room holding two covered platters. He loathed that he couldn't simply conjure perfectly cooked food because it wasn't as nutritious as home cooked. He would much rather save time and energy, but no, only Virgil and Remus were fine with conjured meals! At least he could cook decent food on his own, and he would have bragging rights later. 

He was more confident with the security of those bragging rights than the security of the ones regarding his baking. He couldn’t smell anything burning as he made his way to the kitchen, which was a relief. In fact, he was assaulted with the pleasant aroma of cinnamon. 

Roman entered the kitchen, unsurprised to find that it was still a mess of flour, sugar, eggs, and blood. He never expected Remus to actually clean, so the lack of dirty dishes was a shock. Of course he was also surprised to see that Remus put all of the cinnamon rolls on two platters. 

“You close!? You close!?” 

The mentioned gremlin was stirring up the glaze he made with a spatula, hugging the bowl to his chest and going feral. 

“You close?! You bad bad boy! You close?!” Remus said with wild eyes as he continued to mix. 

“Unfortunately, too close,” Roman said and crossed his arms. At least Remus immediately stopped his tirade. 

“Just in time!” he giggled, “I burnt my fingies getting the rolls out of the pans! They just need a sugar bukkake and they’ll be ready to eat!” 

Roman let out a long sigh and rolled his eyes. He would only have to endure this for a little longer. Instead of letting Remus get under his skin, he decided to examine the baked goods. 

His rolls were golden-brown and they puffed up beautifully. He could see the cinnamon and cream cheese peeking through the spirals. They were gorgeous, and he was satisfied with them. He was certain his were better than Remus’ rolls. 

Remus didn’t really give him a chance to compare directly. He poured about half of the glaze over the red rolls with a lewd moan, just to be a little shit. It certainly looked erotic enough to warrant a little noise. It wasn’t like he was doing anything unsavory to the dish! 

“Do you have any chill?” Roman pouted. 

“Me?” Remus laughed and handed him the bowl and spatula, “As if you have to ask!” 

Roman took the bowl and examined its contents. It was a simple glaze with nothing obviously wrong with it. If there were something awry, Roman could blame his brother. 

Remus seemed to be quite pleased himself. Roman could understand why, he had something that looked like cinnamon rolls despite the glaring sanguine issue. He was wiping off the edges of his platter with a paper towel, as if he had something worth presenting. 

“Well, we're all done! May the best duke win!” Remus chirped and picked up his platter. Roman scoffed at his confidence, but remembered that technically he was also a duke, and Remus was technically a prince. Clearly Remus wanted to get under his skin, by either assuming the winner or reminding Roman that they were equally ranked. 

Remus wiggled his hips and skipped out of the kitchen. It was amazing that he still had so much energy after such a long night. Roman considered the distance a blessing as he added the finishing touch to his dish. 

He was rather impressed by the glaze. It was so smooth as it fell over his pastries like a waterfall. It sent a dark chill up his spine to think that Remus had any culinary prowess. Even so, Roman's rolls were gorgeous and they were going to be a hit. 

Roman set the empty bowl aside and picked up his platter. Unlike Remus, he had no need to wipe up any excess glaze because he took care and pride in his presentation. 

He carried his cinnamon rolls into the dining room and set them next to Remus’ platter. He stood by Remus and tried not to cringe as his brother squirmed. And not a moment too soon! 

Janus and Patton rose up, tired but anticipating a delicious meal. It would have been adorable to see the two of them leaning against each other in their mismatched bathrobes, clearly hinting that they were cuddling before and accidentally grabbed the other’s robe before leaving. 

It would have been adorable if Patton were with anyone other than Janus. At least that was Roman's opinion. Remus would say that they should just bone instead of acting all domestic and sappy. 

“Ooh!” Patton cooed when he looked at the table, “Cinnamon buns! They're so cute! But why are there two plates?” 

“Because one is edible and one is not,” Roman said proudly and gestured to his plate. 

“What he means is, we both made our own batches since we couldn't find a recipe,” Remus butted in. Janus stared at him and then at Roman and shuddered. Baking was more of a science than an art project, and doing so without a recipe was a disaster waiting to happen. 

Patton was a little concerned but the sweet scent filling his nose was soothing his worries. But not all of them.

“Why are yours red, Remus?” he asked and pointed to the rolls in question. 

“I had to use blood!” Remus beamed. He chose to ignore the wide-eyed distress that took over Patton's face. 

“He's just trying to gross you out, Patton,” Janus said softly and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. At the same time he was glaring daggers at the twins, daring them to contradict him. 

“He is?” Patton pouted. 

“Of course not!” Remus huffed, “They're red because I had to use blood. Blood! Gallons of the stuff!” He would not let Janus stifle his creative flow!

“Roman?” Patton whimpered and clung to Janus, hoping that the prince would deny Remus' claims. 

“It's too early for this,” a cold, groggy voice said from behind the stressed father-figure. 

Patton yelped and jolted, slamming into Janus. 

“Virgil!” 

Virgil tilted his chin at Patton and eyed the table. The covered platters were probably just boring breakfast food, but the cinnamon rolls caught his attention.

“Who made breakfast?” he asked and shoved his fist in his mouth to hide a yawn. 

“Roman,” Janus said, getting Virgil’s eyebrows to rise towards his hairline, “and Remus.” 

Roman was almost offended when Virgil relaxed at the mention of his brother. 

“So why is Patton freaking out?” 

“Remus said there's blood in his!” Patton whimpered, trying to appear calm, and failing. Virgil glanced at Janus and their eyes met. Remus wasn't lying. 

“Yeah, he's just saying that so you don't eat them all,” Virgil shrugged and grabbed one of the bloody cinnamon rolls, “He tried this kind of stuff with me before.” 

“What do you mean he's tried this before?” Patton questioned as Virgil took a large bite out of the roll. Roman was unsettled as the roll sank from the pressure only to spring back up, as if it were light and fluffy. Remus was basking in the glow of somewhat positive attention. 

“Simply that Remus bakes far too frequently for anyone's relationship with a scale,” Janus said, “He's tried to trick Virgil into not devouring an entire batch of pastries on several occasions.” 

Roman’s heart dropped. He was a novice and he willingly entered a contest with a professional level baker. He could practically hear the gloating Remus would spew. 

Remus, on the other hand, was too busy watching Virgil chew. He hated not having a recipe to follow and he wanted to know if he managed to make something close to his usual quality. 

Virgil swallowed and pouted at Remus, as if he were disappointed. Remus was ready to assume the worst. 

“There's no blood in these. You can eat them, Pat,” Virgil said and set the half-eaten bun on a napkin. 

“There's not?” Patton squeaked hopefully. 

“Nope. I can't taste any blood. It's just a good cinnamon roll,” Virgil shrugged and grabbed one of Roman's rolls. 

“You think they're good?” Remus gasped with an infectious grin. 

“Yeah. And I'm guessing you decided to be idiots and turn this into a competition,” he said and took a large bite out of Roman's roll. 

Roman held his breath as Virgil chewed. But after only a short moment, he started coughing and fumbled for a napkin. 

“Virgil!” Patton gasped as Virgil spit out the partly chewed roll into a napkin. He was still coughing to the point his eyes were tearing up.

“Water—” he managed to choke out between coughs. Patton immediately ran to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. 

“How—how much—” Virgil tried to ask between coughs. 

“How much cinnamon did you use?” Janus asked, saving Virgil some trouble. Roman was mortified. How could this get any worse?

EEEEEK!

Thud 

“Patton!” Janus yelped and ran to the kitchen. Virgil and Roman followed him while Remus casually picked up one of Roman's rolls and started eating it. 

Oh yeah that was a lot of cinnamon! No wonder Virgil was coughing up a lung! 

“Remus!” Janus shouted. Oh no he was angry! It was best not to keep him waiting. 

Remus skipped into the kitchen to find Roman and Janus kneeling by an unconscious Patton. The kitchen was a mess and there was blood on the floor, so that was expected. Virgil was by the sink drinking something to ease his cough. 

“I will be taking Patton to his room, and we will eat there once he comes to,” Janus hissed, “You and Roman are going to scrub this kitchen spotless. If I come back and you aren't cleaning or if this room is a mess, I will take action. Do you understand me?” 

“Yeah, yeah, clean up,” Remus brushed him off, “Whatever you say, Mom.” 

Janus rolled his eyes and looked at Roman. The prince was distraught but he would clean with Remus no matter how much he resisted. 

“Virgil, make sure these two actually clean up,” he added. Virgil gave him a thumbs up, which was all he needed to sink out with Patton. Roman was left, staring at the floor and wallowing in his own misery.

That's when Remus realized what Virgil chose to drink in his little coughing fit—his clarified pig blood! 

“Virgil! That took me forever to make!” he whined. Virgil put the empty jug down and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. 

“Yeah? Well I would’ve gone for my tea, except it’s gone,” Virgil retorted and leaned against the counter, “Now why is that?”

Remus giggled sheepishly and rubbed his neck. It was a drastic enough estrangement from the norm to snap Roman out of his internal lament. Was his brother acting like a shy schoolgirl on purpose, or was it just another act? 

“I drinked it. It was really good!” 

“Are you trying to distract me so you don’t have to clean?” 

“Nope! If anything, you’re distracting me! There’s just something so hot about a man who can encourage all complete cooperation!” Remus teased and fluttered his lashes. Virgil snorted and shook his head. 

“No flirting until you’re finished here. Go get some bleach.” 

Remus saluted him and disappeared. He would have cleaned up anyway, but with the promise of a teasing spider, he was all the more motivated. 

Roman got to his feet and went to the sink. He could clean the countertops at the very least. He was feeling a lot more like Cinderella than before. 

“Why didn't you tell me?” Roman asked Virgil as he grabbed a sponge. 

“Tell you what?” 

“That Remus has experience baking!” he groaned. 

“I thought you knew, and you didn't exactly ask,” Virgil shrugged, “But now you feel like an idiot.” 

“Of course I do!” Roman whined and pressed his wrist to his forehead, “I'm ruined! Humiliated! A laughing stock! I am a fool! The king of fools!” 

“Right,” Virgil droned and clicked his tongue, “You know it's my job to overthink things. You're embarrassed and an idiot—” he paused so Roman could sputter, “—but you aren't the biggest fool in the world.” 

“I'm back!” Remus sang as he reappeared, right on time. He had a bucket of bleach water and his rubber gloves, but he chose to wear the single skimpiest maid dress that barely covered him. His shoulders were exposed as were most of his legs. To add insult to injury, he had fishnet thigh-highs and chunky platform heels, plus a frilly white bonnet clipped to his hair. 

“Yeah,” Virgil said to Roman, “You're not the biggest fool in the world.” 

Remus giggled and skipped over to the blood splatter, getting on his knees to scrub. He was going to clean up so good that no one would ever know about Roman’s little oopsie! 

“I'll be right back,” Virgil grunted and left the kitchen. Roman wished he would have stayed, if only so he wouldn't have to deal with the festering embarrassment and Remus by himself. 

He got busy wiping down the counters, praying for an awkward silence. He might have needed to pray to something other than Disney.

“We should totally do this again!” Remus mused as he pulled a scrub brush from his bucket. 

“What?” 

“We should bake together again!” Remus clarified, “It was fun!” 

“Fun?” Roman scoffed, “Of course you had fun—you got to mock me and show everyone that I am less than capable!” 

“I had fun spending time with you. I would have had fun even without a competition,” Remus pouted, “I had to beg Specs to put us together on his schedule with benefits.” 

“You pushed for this?” 

“Yeah! I wanted to hang out with my prissy little brother. Believe it or not, I actually like you. I only try to crush your skull when I think you'll kill me. That's why I begged to get baking time with you—so I wouldn't give in to those thoughts.” 

“Perhaps we could do this again, and work together next time,” Roman ceded and continued to clean, “If they let us near the kitchen together again.”

Remus squeaked and immediately fell to his hands. He started scrubbing the floor roughly, grunting with the effort he was using to get the grout between the tiles. He would make this kitchen spotless if it meant he could bond with his brother again! 

Roman ignored the grunting in favor of getting wrapped up in his own thoughts. Remus didn’t gloat, he didn’t put Roman down, he just wanted quality brother time. He didn’t do anything to hinder Roman when baking, in fact he seemed to have tried to help inconspicuously. Maybe Remus wasn’t evil. He was crass and lewd and obnoxious, but he wasn’t so bad. 

Virgil returned holding the plate of red cinnamon rolls, casually eating them with the intent to finish them. He saw Remus on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor and grunting. He was so glad Remus was wearing underwear. 

He walked up to Remus and nudged him with his foot, getting the duke to pause and look up at him. 

“You close?” Virgil droned, fighting back a smirk. 

“Yeah, I’m a bad bad boy!” Remus laughed, “You close?” 

Roman sighed to himself and shook his head. Remus wasn’t so bad, most of the time.

--

(1)(2)

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Sun: We haven’t seen Eclipse in a while.

Eclipse, half asleep in the theater: Whaaaaat?

Sun: WHY ARE YOU HERE!?

Eclipse: ‘M sick!

New Moon: Let him be, he passed out trying to evil monologue at me so I forcibly bundled him into a nest in the theater. He’s staYING THERE TIL HE’S BETTER!

Eclipse: *long, loud whine*

[confidentialsolitude]

i feel so lightheaded and dizzy quick name foods that will increase my blood sugar levels

[florathegnarpian]

*grabs Marmalade*

"see you on the flipside, gnarp gnap."

*noclips through a wall*

note that the purple text in this ANSWER to this ask is meant to be Flora

*just completely silent while painfully staring into space.*

*just nothingness.*

*not likely noticing anything (including what just happened) or seeing anything specific other than the wall.*

"..!"

*insert "Flora has fainted" in the goddamn peppa pig narrator voice*

20/20

10/10

also yes I'm just looking for a way to interact with @medicalkat (WHY THE FUCK IS THE NAME NOT SHOWING UP IT'S AN ACTIVE DRRETRO BLOG) as an apology since I randomly stopped continuing a different rp without even saying anything

by the way it's not cause of the ear infection cause I'm not gonna make her have sepsis and die

tw for mentions of pills under cut

basically she overdosed on painkillers

yes I literally looked for all the possible reasons one could faint from this lmfao

she kept taking more whenever the pain got worse without saying anything

[kakashihasibs]

I am so glad emergency vets are a thing

[lesbian-hannibal]

im always so surprised when my ed starts ed-ing. like what do you mean im feeling faint and nauseous all the time. surely not eating has nothing to do with this