#female sickie

[boysbellyrubs]

8B for Eve and Eleanor or any female sickie plz

-love love love your oc’s!

hello!! thank you so much for the request, its been ages hehe. i hope you like this one :).

the prompt comes from this list HERE - revived past traumatic memories.

tw: description of panic attack, mentions of child abuse

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She thought she could handle it. A training video for her education course wasn’t supposed to cause such a scene. She wasn’t supposed to be acting like this in public, it was embarrassing. She sat at the back of her class trying not to burst into tears on the spot. The skin of her lower lip was raw, droplets of blood seeping out of the cracks in her skin. 

Eleanor sucked in a big breath, as big as she could, and held it. Her heart beat against her chest, her ears flooded with noise, a terrible all encompassing noise that clogged her thoughts. Her eyes were glued to the video, unable to look away from the sight of it. It wasn’t even anything. A video about how to look for signs of abuse, when Eleanor got a seed right in her belly that only sprouted and took over her entire body. Eleanor’s limbs were locked, her hands clutching the sides of the desk, unable to move or get out of the fucking classroom. 

She couldn’t take notice of anyone around her or what the tutor was saying, she was unable to form words or move her muscles to get away from the situation. All her thoughts were zeroed in on the video, now paused with a child with tears streaming down its face. She wondered if she looked the same. A child, frozen in place, chained to her seat as the panic attack tore through her whole body. 

It felt like years before anyone seemed to notice, no one cared that there was someone crying, wasn’t this supposed to be an education class. She felt like a child, drowning in a pool of tears silently as they choked off her vocal chords. 

She had sat there for too long, too long for no one to notice. Someone had to see her struggling. She didn’t want to deal with this alone. Where was Eve? Why was no one helping her? Was none of this actually happening? Was she imagining all of this? She no longer felt 19. 

A hand came into her view, touching her skin with the very tip of their fingers. So gentle she almost didn’t feel it. Her eyes finally snapped away from the video to the person next to her. Another girl who was staring at her like Eleanor had something terrible written on her forehead. Eleanor forced her eyes to blink. 

“Are you alright?” 

Stupid question. Eleanor shook her head, her neck so stiff it felt like she was made of wood. She felt her chest stutter as her breath came back to her, like a long awaited reunion she latched on to the feeling. The feeling of her lungs expanding and her shoulders moving, she knew how to calm herself down, she had done it so many times. Eleanor kept breathing, physically making her body move in time with it; she kept eye contact with the girl, needing anything else to look at than in front of her. 

The girl seemed okay with it, but Eleanor didn’t trust her judgement at that moment. Her ears were still fuzzy, the question ‘are you alright’ replaying over and over again. Her fingers were stiff, her legs jumping up and down to get rid of the electricity inside her. She breathed again, deep and strong, finally feeling the air push out every crevice of her lungs and fill her diaphragm properly. Eleanor felt her shoulders drop from her ears, and the twinge in her back allowed her to sink into her seat, spent. 

Eleanor was far from better though. The aftermath of the panic attack was settling in, an unsettled stomach and a headache on the way. She shut her eyes, imagining herself at home with Eve. 

“Do you need me to call anyone?” The girl's voice was so soft, Eleanor wondered if that was her real voice. It reminded her of Snow White almost. Peeling open her heavy eyes, the world tilted as she sat back up a little. She fished for her phone in her pocket, finally pulling it out with a struggle. Sluggishly opening her phone and finding Eve’s contact, she passed it over to the girl. Hopefully Eve wouldn’t immediately panic knowing it wasn’t Eleanor on the other side. 

With that sorted, Eleanor kept her head down, eyes staring at her keyboard. She counted the numbers a few times, made the alphabet with the letters and stared at the glowing lights under the buttons. She breathed in, chest stuttering like an old car, and out, imagining herself blowing away the keys and leaving it blank. 

She faintly heard the conversation next to her, but it was too hard to focus. Her head was aching and her belly was churning. She hadn’t had a panic attack in so long she forgot how awful the aftermath was.

The girl next to her slid her phone back onto the desk, “Your girlfriend’s on her way. I’ll help you outside.” God was Eleanor grateful she was sat next to fucking Mother Teresa. She didn’t even need to pack up her computer or her books, she felt gentle hands around her arm and then she was standing and walking out of the class. Eleanor was almost grateful for her condition because she didn’t notice anyone else as they left the room. She focused on the touch of the girl's hands and putting one foot in front of the other. 

Being outside drastically improved her condition. The sun cleared her vision and the wind swept away the fuzziness from her ears. She let out an audible sigh. 

“All good now?” The girl asked. 

Eleanor nodded, “Better.” 

The girl stayed with Eleanor until Eve arrived. Before they both left she introduced herself as Josie. It seemed like a fitting name for a girl so kind. 

The car ride was pretty silent, Eve noticing Eleanor’s need for a quiet trip. When they got home, it was immediate bed rest and Eve doting on her. As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep, her body completely relaxing and allowing itself time to recover. 

When she woke up a few hours later, the curtains had been drawn on one side and the sunset was bleeding through the windows. Eleanor smiled despite herself. She pulled herself up, her headache mostly gone but she still felt her stomach gurgle a little. Eleanor put her hand to it, wanting to find Eve and get her to deal with it. 

It was a little hard to get out of bed and walk to the door, but as soon as she walked down the hall and smelt dinner cooking, walking got easier. Eve was in the kitchen with her hair messily done in a low ponytail. Her hair had gotten longer yet there were bits still falling out in front of her eyes, Eleanor heard her blow a strand away before she said hello. 

She was dressed in an apron, sweatpants and a cropped t-shirt. The apron cinched her waist, and her neck was exposed. She approached and softly kissed the back of her neck, causing the girl to jump. 

Eleanor chuckled, “Did I scare you?” 

“You’re supposed to be in bed, Miss.” Eve turned around. Now that Eleanor was more lucid, she noticed her eyeliner and earrings. She was wearing her favourite sun earrings and her eyeliner was more extravagant than usual. She smiled, 

“You look pretty.” 

Eve’s cheeks flushed red, she ducked her head down and chuckled, “Shut up,” She turned back around and stirred whatever was in the pot, “How much of this do you want? Are you feeling up to eating at all?” 

Eleanor hooked her chin over Eve’s shoulder, shrugging. She would want to eat whatever Eve made but she didn’t know if her stomach could handle a full meal. 

“Well, you can have a small portion and then we’ll see if it settles hmm?” Eve always knew exactly what to say. 

Eve finished up her cooking and plated two very different sized meals. They both sat down to eat and Eleanor could only stomach a few spoonfuls. The meal was good though, for the few bites she had. She felt a little guilty for not being able to eat a lot, but Eve was perfectly okay with it, of course. 

After dinner they sat on the couch, Eve searched for something to put on the TV just to have noise. She sat back next to Eleanor, noticing how quiet she was. 

“Do you want to tell me about what happened?” Her hand snuck onto Eleanor’s belly, rubbing a gentle side to side motion. 

Eleanor debated it. She didn’t really want to, but this was Eve. She could tell her anything. 

She leaned into her girlfriend, sighing to prepare herself. 

“It was just a video about signs of child abuse. The scenes in it were just a bit too real and then I freaked. It felt like it was so long before anyone even noticed, like I was the child in the video,” She laughed, “Silly, right?” 

Eve’s other hand came around to rub her shoulder, “Of course not, you can’t control what triggers you. Sweetheart, don’t feel silly about it. I promise, you’re okay and if anything else happens I’ll be there to help you,” She paused, leant forward and kissed Eleanor’s temple, “Now just rest, and forget about today.” 

She rubbed Eleanor’s stomach more, settling the food inside and putting Eleanor at ease. After the debacle today, this was nice. 

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[murderousink23]

02/06/2023 is Tu B'Shevat 🌳🇮🇱, Sami National Day 🇳🇴, National Lame Duck Day 🦆🇺🇲, National Frozen Yogurt Day 🍦🇺🇲, Ice Cream for Breakfast Day 🍨🇬🇧, National Sickie Day 🤒🇬🇧, International Day of Zero Tolerance to Female Genital Mutilation 🇺🇳

[totallytatum]

IF HEAVEN IS REAL - G.S

SYNOPSIS satoru's most valued time is spent with you and he'll do anything to make you happy. even if you attempt to convince him carving your initials into a tree will promise you guys a forever.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader 

Content. petnames, fluff, icky sicky sweet fluff, reader is implied as female, reader is mentioned to have hair, length not implied, reader is basically a blank slate.

Word count. 0.948

A/N. i've had this idea all day but couldn't force myself to decided how i wanted to start it. hope it satisfies you my sweethearts not proof read but they never are. and forever unsure how i feel about this.

GOJO SATORU never got nervous. It's just something that never happened. Always sprouting that goofy smile, the same one you adore to this day. In comparison to the sun - you think his smile would out shine the sun. But as you look back at him now - sun glasses perched up on his nose, a lazy smile, hair tousled everywhere you can confirm that him alone out shines the blazing star.

" you're cute, " he hummed softly, a relaxed chuckle following suit. His fingers extended out towards yours, fingertips barely hooking onto each other. " what do you say back there? " you questioned. hooking the tips of your fingers together tighter you turned your attention back to the trail.

" i said you look like a fruit. "

without glancing back a soft laugh escaped your lips, " oh, i'm sure that's what you said. "

This is what he enjoyed the most. His soft times with you where he didn't have to be the strongest, the honored one. He could just be Satoru, your 'toru. Sometimes if feels like a daydream to him, to the both of you. To be able to just bask in each other's company without a care in the world, like a normal couple, like normal people. " I promise sweetheart, that it what I did say. I know because I said it. "

You let out a small buzz before dropping his hand and darting towards your destination. In the small clearing the sun beamed down, filling the space with warmth, hung from an old tree branch was the make shift swing satoru made you from three visits ago. This was you spot, your and his.

You took a seat on the swing, pushing off the ground slightly and lifting your legs up. The sun stared down on you, this is what satoru calls your golden hour. You were most happiest here. The small clearing with the homemade swing made by him, his hands. It was made with love, pure innocent love. " Push me 'toru. " You dipped your head back, you hair had fallen and sways easily in the air.

He had finally caught up to you, with your head dipped back and him behind you satoru leaned down. Satoru was so close you could feel his breaths against your lips, " anything for you, my love anything at all. " It was a soft whisper, just loud enough for you. His hands glided softly over yours before he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. Satoru stood up straight before giving the swing a slight nudge.

Silence stood between you two. It wasn't an unwelcome quietness, it was one were you could just enjoy each other in the presence of just you two.

" Do you wanna know what I heard? " Your voice was so delicate, legs swung in front of you, as you gazed at the sky. " Hmm? " Satoru questioned, still pushing lightly. " I heard that if you carve your name into a tree your love lasts forever. In every universe and then some. Since you know trees are like everlasting basically. " Oh? " Is that right sweetheart? " You let out a soft ' mhm ' before casting a glance over at him. " So we must do it right? In every universe and then some? "

" In every universe and then some. "

That's how the two of you found yourselves staring the freshly carved heart with your initials. A choppy hearty engrossed the letters, only because you insisted. The tree chosen was the one that the swing was tied too. It made sense, a gift made from love connect to you endlessly with your names written in the stars. Your fingers danced over the fresh carving, for a very long time this will be a reminder that satoru is yours as much as your are his. That your love is innocent but a force that cannot be reckoned with. That even though he is the honored one, world's strongest he is still just a boy who has a whole lot of love to give and you're just lucky enough to receive it.

" Can we stay here forever? You and I? "

Now laid out in the center of the clearing, the small place where the sun blazed down. Your fingers frolicked in the grass, feeling the soft plush greenery. You never wanted to leave. The sun felt to nice, the space around you was to peaceful. And the boy next to you was the best thing to stare at. Satoru's fingers gently brushed against your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, " whatever you want, " his forehead pressed into yours, " whatever you want, I'll make happen. You can count on it. "

For hours, satoru and you lounged in the sun, allowing yourselves to soak up the warmth from the sun and each other. Neither of you spoke much, eyes said too much. The conversation flowed constantly with just looks. Before satoru your life felt like it had no proper meaning, it was dull and it leaked in pure sadness. Satoru had been your greatest gift and blessing in disguise. His goofy personality might annoyed others, for instance nanami , but he would never be annoying to you. He was patient and kind, he knew more about what you were feeling half the time than you did. He was a hopeless romantic who had so much love to give and you were more than happy to be on the receiving end.

You glanced at the tree once more, spotting the art that now decorated in, closing your eyes and pushing further in satoru, you let out a soft hum, " in every universe and then some. i will find you every time and always meet you here. "

[acidxinxwonderland]

you're bound to get burnt

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: On an outing to meet your friends for dinner with Freddy, you find yourself getting a bit frisky underneath the table. This inevitably leads you to a punishment from your lovely boyfriend.

Word Count: 6.8K

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, Public Play (sorta), Female Reader, Top Freddy, bottom reader, Orgasm Denial, Light Bondage, Discipline, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Bratty Reader, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Vibrators, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Butt Plugs, you made feddy angy, Dom/sub, No Beta We Die Like Afton, Praise Kink, Large Cock A/N: Long time no see! I have brought you a meal right off the stove, it's a big one too!

This poor one shot has been sitting on the back burner for far too long, finally got the motivation to finish it.

It's not completely polished, I'm quite sicky and my head feels funny. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

AO3 link if that's more of your style: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52475623

Tonight was the night to celebrate one of your friends, Emily, graduating from college. It was just a small get together, you, Freddy and a handful of others were heading to a nice restaurant to share some drinks and talk over good food. 

There was no denying you’re elated, a bounce in your step as the two of you walk hand in hand to the main entrance. Every time you frantically looked up at Freddy you could see his eyes laden with both adoration and amusement, he couldn’t blame you; it was only a few months ago Freddy’s sentience was proven and he gained rights. Since it was all so fresh, the two of you haven’t been out together very often, it was basically like dating a celebrity. 

Yet this was the night for you to dress up and spend time with your boyfriend, who can’t eat, but at least gains gratification for you enjoying a simple pleasure of life such as this one. You had a feeling this was going to be perfect.

The two of you walk into the restaurant and not to your surprise, heads turn. Freddy immediately stops in place once he notices all the eyes on the both of you, leaning down to talk quietly near your ear.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright with…” His glowing optics dart around the room. “All these eyes?” 

You look around yourself, a heavy feeling settles on your chest at the people who were blatantly staring at the two of you or trying their best to avoid the sight. You almost regretted everything, wearing your prettiest dress and doing your makeup, helping Freddy pick out a nice button up and pants to wear. Although you feel a squeeze on your hand from the bear and all those strong feelings are pushed down as you look up to see kind optics. 

“We can turn around if need be.” He was confident in his words, showing that he was willing to do anything to keep you comfortable. 

You feel that familiar flutter in your heart, the kind that reminds you why you fell in love with Freddy in the first place.

“You know what? Fuck it.” You finally say, looking forward only to be brought right back to him with the squeeze of your hand that was clearly a warning. 

“Language, superstar.” His tone was mixed with both sternness and admiration, you give him an apologetic smile. “Although I am very proud of you for pushing through this. We got this.” 

You nod your head firmly. “Yeah we do. Let’s get in there and kill it!” 

“Yes! Although without killing anything, preferably.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as the two of you finally make your way to the server. You couldn’t tell if he was doing a really good job at keeping it all together or if he truly just didn’t care less about Freddy’s presence. 

Once you give him your friend's name he leads you to the table. It was a bit secluded in the corner, your friends already sitting around the large, round table and looking down at their menus. 

“There you guys are!” Emily says with a big smile, rising from her seat to give you a warm embrace.

“Hey! Congratulations.” You reply, taking a step back to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks, couldn't have done it without your emotional support.” The ginger glances at Freddy, smiling warmly. “And you too big guy - get over here.” 

“We are always happy to help.” Freddy envelopes Emily into a hearty hug, leaving a big smile on your face from the heart warming sight.

After exchanging greetings with your three other friends, Freddy graciously pulls out a chair for you. As you take your seat he settles down beside you. 

There is a big smile on your face, you probably looked ridiculous despite the loving look the animatronic bear had on his features that told you otherwise. Part of you wishes it was just the two of you but you know this won’t be the last time you dine out with him. 

Drawing your chair closer to him, a pang of sympathy hits you—wishing he could partake in something as simple as enjoying a meal. He always insists he's content just watching you savor each bite, but you can't shake off the lingering thought in the back of your mind.

“What should I have?” You hum out, enjoying the way your arms brushed together. “All of this doesn’t seem very… Appetizing.”

“Of course it doesn’t, because it isn’t my cooking.” He says in this playful tone. “Hm… Why not the cheeseburger? You always seem to enjoy that!” 

“Mm, yeah, but only when you make it. You really did ruin other people making food for me.” 

He lets out a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer towards his metal frame. “You’ll be alright.” 

You enjoy the closeness, his perfect mechanized laugh and the coolness of his metal that invigorates you. It was safe to say you’re utterly in love, with other relationships the honeymoon stage has never lasted this long. 

A waiter comes by to take your orders, he was close to asking what Freddy wanted but evidently stopped himself. It wasn’t long until your food came to the table, your cheese burger looked decent enough. Your friends immediately called you out for ordering something so simple but like always, Freddy went right on their cases, speaking in a matter of fact tone why you chose what you wanted. 

Conversation around the table flows seamlessly and you find yourself having a wonderful time, relishing in the company of others but especially Freddy’s. He was just so close to you, sometimes it made you frustrated how hard your heart still pounds whenever you’re near.

Irrevocably in love is what you are, nothing could hold a flame towards how you feel about him; of all of the people in the world you chose him to be your life partner. You appreciate him and everything he does, and now more than ever you have the desire to show him just how much you worshiped him.

An idea sparks in your mind, a very daring one. A plan that might catch Freddy off guard, yet welcome it all at the same time. With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you prepare to turn this thought into action.

Your hand starts off by just laying on his large thigh, it was clear he thought nothing of it, but once you trailed up a little more his head snapped over to you. You look up at him to give him a soft smile only to be greeted with a look of warning in glowing blue eyes. A gaze you know all too well. 

There was something that always bubbled up whenever he looked at you like this, a feeling of pure defiance. You turn your attention back to your friends, acting as if you were doing nothing wrong as your hand nudged upwards just a little further. 

You’re getting close to what you desire to touch, feeling your thighs push together at the mere thought of his heavy cock. You are having a hard time keeping focus, your pinkie just about to brush against him until you hear a deep, gravelly voice whisper against your ear, “You know very well you’re playing with fire superstar. Are you looking to get burnt?” 

There is a hard shiver that runs up your spine, the dominance clear in his words. It was tantalizing, fueling your insatiable need to continue.

You give him an innocent look, not only to look inconspicuous for your friends but also to drag out that low growl that rumbled through Freddy’s metallic chest. You drag your hand up, biting back the gasp once you feel how hard he already was through his pants.   

He gives you a glare as your lips tug up into a smug smile. You give his growing bulge a small squeeze and his eyes widen, it was clear he wasn’t expecting you to be so forward.

Freddy’s giant metal paw wraps around your wrist tightly, instead of pushing it off he pushes your hand down. You bite down on your lower lip at the feeling of the outline of his cock, it took everything in your power to not leave right then and there so he can have his way with you.

The plan you had in mind keeps you in your seat, Freddy was easily sexually frustrated, it was understandable due to experiencing pleasure recently. Despite it being a bit fresh to him, he was practically a god in bed. It wasn’t easy for either of you when it came to keeping your hands off of each other. 

So you continue this process of teasing him throughout the entire dinner, you do good in acting as if nothing was happening. You talk to the others with ease, feeling a sense of confidence from your ministrations, it was one of the few times you had power over him. He couldn’t do anything, just sit there suppressing low groans that barely reach your eyes. 

You know you’re in for it later but right now it feels very much worth it. You teeter on the dangerous side, giving him firm squeezes when he converses with your friends, sometimes his words come out strangled, having to apologize and blaming it on a voice box error. 

You keep up this sweet torture till the very end of your dinner, you can feel Freddy’s frustration with you as he gives a short goodbye to the others. You give Emily one last hug before taking his hand to guide him out of the restaurant. His grip around yours was tight, not enough to hurt but enough to tell you that you should be a bit worried about what will happen later on in the night. 

Once you are outside with the clear starry sky above your head you go towards the large van with Freddy. While you pull the keys out from your purse and go to open the door you feel his large hand placed firmly on your shoulder. Just as you look back at him you are spun around and pushed up against the side of the van.

You look up to see blue optics staring harshly down at you, a disgruntled look on Freddy’s features. 

“I should have known you were going to misbehave.” A low growl leaves him after, causing the hairs on your arms to stand up.

You feel giddy from his reaction, clearly your mission was a success but you weren’t done just yet. “What ever do you mean? I’d say I have been nothing but perfect.” You bat your lashes, wanting to fuel his frustrations.  

He pushes you harder up against the van, leaning in with a dangerous look in his eyes that was ever so enticing. 

“You know exactly what I mean. You do realize what’s going to happen right?” One of the hands on your shoulders trails up your neck tenderly before thick fingers enclosed around your throat. He gives a soft squeeze as his voice comes out in a low, dangerous tone. “You are going to be ruined once I’m done with you.” 

He uses enough pressure to restrict your airway, the feeling brings a sense of pleasure to wash over you. Your face grows red, your smile only widening as you reveled in his predatory stare. “Is that a p-promise?”  

“You know it is.” He lets go of your neck and you take in a small breath of air. “Get in, now. I do not want a word out of you until we are home.” 

Freddy’s dominant energy was always overpowering, it was easy for you to fall into obedience when he used a certain tone with you that brought you to your knees. You turn around, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you get in the van and fasten your seatbelt. 

He gets in and grabs the keys from your hand, silently fuming as he starts the ignition and smoothly drives out of the parking lot. 

You begin to play with the end of your dress as a million scenarios go through your head. What was he going to do to you? It had to be good. You capture your bottom lip with your teeth as your eyes fall onto the large bulge in his pants, he was still just as hard as before. You yearned to touch it once again, to feel its outline and hear Freddy to let out the hottest noises. 

“Eyes forward.” His harsh tone pulls you out of your trance, you can’t help but give him a slight glare before looking straight ahead. He then lets out a hum of approval, taking one of his hands off the wheel to place it on your knee. The bear rubs circles into your skin, you know it was his way of telling you that he actually wasn’t mad at you, you already are very well aware he liked playing these types of games with you. 

So what was the harm in continuing it? Despite how good the silent praise you just got for obeying felt, you still had this need to keep pushing it. You keep your eyes trained on the windshield ahead of you, placing your hand on his. You start to guide him slowly up your thigh, he doesn’t move away despite knowing what you are doing. 

Out of the corner of your vision you see him glancing over at you as you inch his hand closer and closer to your aching cunt. 

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” His tone was gruff, giving your thigh a tight squeeze that makes a small gasp escape your lips. “You’ve been such a bad girl… I’m trying my absolute best to not pull over and take you right now.” 

The mere thought of him deep inside of you made your thigh tense underneath his touch. You know even though he was speaking to you, it did not mean you were allowed to talk back, yet right now you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“What’s stopping you then?” As soon as you ask he squeezes your thigh again, harder this time, eliciting the smallest trace of pain.. 

“Superstar.” Freddy says dangerously. “Quiet. I am not telling you again, stop making this worse for yourself.” 

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms. You finally do as you're told, not saying a thing as he continues to drive the two of you back home. You become more fidgety once he pulls into the driveway, taking off your seatbelt and immediately getting out of the van. You walk inside of the house with him trailing behind you, feeling exhilarated once you look back to see the fiery look on his face. 

“Bedroom.” He demands and you nod your head, turning around and going straight to the room the two of you share. 

As soon as the two of you enter, Freddys large hand wraps around the back of your neck, you shiver from the metal on your skin as he brings you to the bed. He pushes you down harshly, kicking your feet apart while growling out as he pulls your dress up. “I want your hands behind your back, and I want you to keep them there.” 

As soon as you move your hands in position you feel his hand coming down onto your ass. You let out a loud gasp from the impact, your body being pushed forward as you are left with a stinging sensation on your skin. 

“What were you thinking?” He asks, swatting your other cheek. “The few times we are out in public you decide to pull a stunt like this?” Another swat. 

“I-I just couldn’t help myself!” Freddy spanks you again after you speak, causing you to hiss out from the way it burned. 

“Oh? Is that your excuse?” He runs his hand over your now red skin. “That you have no self control?” 

“Y-yes!” You choke out, craning your neck to look back at him. “You just… Looked so nice tonight.” 

He gives you a stern look and you return it with a sheepish smile. He places your hand on your head, shoving your face back down onto the mattress, groping at your burning flesh. 

“Compliments are not going to get you anywhere. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not ravage you as soon as I saw you in this pretty, tight dress? Yet I was still able to show some restraint, to not risk getting in trouble at a restaurant.” Freddy spanks you again, making you yelp out. “Hold still.” 

You then hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you. You feel a sense of nervousness, not knowing what he was going to do with it until he began to wrap it around your wrist. He pulls tight, the leather biting into your skin and causing you to let out a grunt. 

“There we go…” His hand goes up and down your back soothingly, he never fails to give you loving gestures even in his ‘scary’ moments. “I do not want you moving an inch, you understand me?” 

“Y-yes.” You murmur out, feeling your face become unbearably warm as you shove it into the mattress below you. You don’t dare to look back as you hear him walking away for only a short moment, the sound of a cap opening and something squirting out hits your ears. 

Your eyes widen as he pulls your panties down to your knees, letting out a guttural groan just from the mere sight of you. 

“You’re going to take what’s given to you. Not a single complaint out of your pretty little mouth.” 

You nod your head, a small gasp emits from you once you feel something cold and wet push in between your ass. You only realized it was a butt plug once he began pushing it past your ring of muscles. You groan out against the sheets as it goes inside of you.

“There we go, that’s a good girl.” Freddy lets out a small hum, rubbing his hands along your ass before giving it another hard spank. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, superstar. To think we are just getting started.” 

He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding you to stand up and spinning you around. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Maybe you should be a little more scared but you can’t help but think he is unbelievably handsome with the way his optics bore into you. 

“Initially I was going to make your pretty bottom bright red until you were begging for mercy but I realize I need something to tide me over.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip before dragging it downward. “So I’m going to put your bratty mouth to use.” With that he pushes you down to your knees, grabbing your hair again and shoving your face against the front of his pants. 

“This is what you were wanting, right? Wanted the big scary bear to come out and show you your place?” He hums out in a chilling tone, rubbing his bulge against you. “Take it off.” Your brows knit together, with your hands bound there was not much you could do. “With your teeth.” 

You look up, having to stop yourself from giving him a glare before nodding your head. Your face was a bright red, feeling a bit embarrassed as you used your mouth to get to his zipper. You bring the piece of metal in between your teeth, pulling it down to the bottom. Pulling your head back you stare at the red boxers, not knowing where to go from here.

You hear him chuckle above you. “How cute…” He murmurs, running a hand through your hair. “Is this part too hard for you? Need some of my help?” 

You timidly nod your head, breath hitching in your throat as you watch him unbutton his pants and slowly pull it down. His heavy cock springs out, a simulated sigh of relief escaping from him.

You giggle, knowing he was so relieved because of how long you’ve been teasing him. Freddy’s optics then zone in on you, his soft touch turning rough once again as he jerks your face towards him. He grabs the base, rubbing the head against your lips. 

“Open wide, tongue out.” 

You obey his orders, keeping your eyes on his as you lull your tongue out. He guides your head onto his cock, the textured underside sliding against your tongue as he pushes his length inch by inch. He was so big, the girth stretching your lips as he made you take as much as you can. 

His head hit the back of your throat, causing your gag reflex to be triggered. A low groan escapes him from the feeling, keeping you there for a few seconds that seemed to stretch on for eternity. 

“Mm… Your mouth feels so good around me, my precious star, the thought of destroying your throat until you could barely speak sounds like pure ecstasy.” His words cause your already wet cunt to pulsate, yearning to please him in any way possible. 

Just as you begin to feel light headed Freddy pulls and pushes you on his cock with the grip on your hair. He goes slowly, seemingly wanting to watch the way you take him.

Soft groans left his muzzle, although it was clear his patience was running thin as he gradually picked up the pace. 

“There we go, look at you, taking me so well.” The grip on your hair tightens, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. You sputter and gag around him, tears welling up in your eyes while he lets out a dark chuckle. “It’s not too much for you, is it? Mm… I thought this is what you were wanting?” 

He shoves himself as far as he can down your throat, your eyes widening as you feel yourself getting more dizzy by the second. Just as it was about to get too much he begins the motions of thrusting deep and hard, making you bop your head back and forth to meet him every single time. 

All you can do is sit there and take it as he grunts and growls, gripping harder at your hair till it is teetered on the edge of pain. He begins to become louder, one of the many signs that he was getting close. You feel a deep sense of excitement, desperately wanting him to spill his seed down your throat but before you get the chance he tugs you off his cock with a wet pop. 

You gasp out once you are able to properly breath, panting harshly as tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks. 

His eyes darken at the sight of you, leaning down and wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Look at you ruining your makeup.” He lets out a deep chuckle. “I can’t wait to see how you look once I’m through with you.” 

“T-there’s more?” You rasp, your chest rising and falling.  

“Oh superstar… We are far from over.” His loving caress on your cheek turns into a rough hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides as he leads you to your feet. 

Once again you are pushed down on the bed, Freddy wastes not even a fraction of a second as he pushes up your legs until your knees are bent, keeping you nice and spread for him. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked down at the sight before him, looking at you as if you were a meal. 

“You’re soaking wet.” He lets out a low groan as his finger traces your slick folds, purposefully not going any further. “You poor thing… All of this torture without any form of stimulation, you must be so restless.” Your body squirms as his metal finger brushes against your slit, letting out a long whine from the teasing. You try to push your hips forward but just like clockwork Freddy’s free hand grabs your waist and pushes you back down onto the bed with a strong force. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” His tone becomes harsh, squeezing at your skin. “You know better.” 

“S-sorry.” You murmur timidly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he continues to play with your outer folds. “Just… Just need you so bad.” 

“Well you should have thought of that, hm?” He uses two fingers to spread your lips apart, getting a good view of your dripping wet hole. “God… You’re twitching.” He seems memorized by the sight below him, one of his fingers brushing against your engorged clit. 

A gasp falls from your lips at the small stimulation, the anticipation being too much to bear as he gives your aching clit feather light touches. 

“Such a pretty little thing… Do you know what I’m going to do with this sweet pussy of yours?” His finger finally presses down firmly, not moving an inch as you shake your head in response. “I’m going to bring you to the edge, over and over. Even when you’re crying and begging for release I won’t give in.” Freddy does the smallest of movements against your nub, sending pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Hopefully this will put you back in your place…” He leans forward, his eyes darkening. “Below me.” 

He withdraws his hands, a long whine of pure frustration leaving your lips from the sense of loss. You are getting more and more pent up by the second, watching him with needy eyes as he grabs the bottle of lube and a wand vibrator sitting beside you. 

“T-the vibrator?!” You frown, feeling a bit worried. “That's so strong…” 

Freddy lets out a chuckle of amusement as he opens the lube and pours it on his fingers. “Oh I know superstar, I know exactly how you’ll react to it.” 

He brings one of his thick metal fingers to your entrance, tracing the edges before prodding the tip against you. You bite down on your bottom lip, spreading your thighs further to encourage him. 

Finally he begins to push in inch by inch, making you let out a pleasurable sigh of relief. He keeps it still, wiggling it back and forth before beginning to push in and out at a slow pace. 

“The urge to skip the preparations and shove right into you is stronger than ever with the way you clench around me like this.” He adds a second finger in as he speaks, giving you a thorough stretch. 

“Mm.. P-please, I need your cock so bad.” You let out small whimpers, feeling yourself unravel from the thick fingers pumping into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You are insane if you think you have any sort of say in this.” 

You give him a small, cheeky smile. “Mm… I don’t think that’s true, you can give in pretty easily with the right amount of pressure.” 

Freddy’s fingers still inside of you, his gaze turning into a stern glare that made your blood run cold. 

“Of course, even now you have to push my buttons.” He presses his fingers into you hard, a small grunt emits from you. “I wasn’t going to go too hard on you but now…” He uses his free hand, grabbing the vibrator and turning it as high as it goes. “Now you’re in for it.” 

You feel your heart skip a beat as he begins to thrust his fingers once again, yet this time at a brutal pace. Your mouth falls open each time his fingers brushed up against your g-spot and once the vibrator was pressed up against your clit it was game over for you. 

Your back arches up against the mattress below you, an electric jolt cascading throughout your being while he firmly keeps the vibrator down onto you. Your limbs twitch uncontrollably, looking down at him with widened eyes. 

“Don’t have much to say now, do you?” His teasing tone made you want to bite back but the knot forming in your stomach was making you lose all train of thought. 

Your orchestra of moans only grows, feeling the muscles in your thighs grow taut. Just as you were about to be pushed over the edge Freddy stops his ministrations immediately, pulling off the vibrator and halting his fingers. 

He always knew when you were about to cum, he knew every single sign.

Your walls flutter around the intrusion, a groan of unadulterated frustration pushing past your lips. 

“Freddy!” You whine out, trying to sit up despite your binded hands. 

“You stay still.” His command makes you freeze, letting out a huff as you glare up at the ceiling. “You know very well you can take it.” Once he feels as though you’ve cooled down enough he begins to move inside of you again. “Don’t you want to be my good girl? To reap the rewards of obedience?” 

An unabashed moan is ripped from your throat as he brings the vibrator back down, your walls clench down instinctively around his thick digits, the feeling of an orgasm climbing once again. As soon as he recognizes you getting close he stops, leaving you feeling incredibly hot underneath your skin. 

You look at him with glazed eyes, a pout on your lips. “Please Freddy, I’m sorry- ah!” Your words were cut off once he placed the toy back on your engorged clit.

“You’re too late for that. If you wanted a sweet release you should have behaved during dinner.” He growls out in that low tone that drives you insane with desire. 

It was all getting so overwhelming, especially when he took it off once again, only giving you a few seconds to calm down before pressing it right back down. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, unable to keep yourself quiet and still. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this, you wanted to beg for more but you knew it would only make things worse. 

Just as you were about to reach your climax for the fourth time Freddy stops completely, pulling his fingers out of you with a wet pop.

You look up at him with watery eyes and a pout on your lips, shifting in place to feel your arms have fallen asleep behind you from being bound together by the belt. It was uncomfortable, becoming almost painful. 

“F-Freddy… I’m sorry but my arms…” You trail off, looking to the side. 

“Are they hurting?” You nod your head. “Alright, sit up.” 

No matter what Freddy always wanted to make sure you are comfortable, one of the many things you love about him. 

You struggle to sit upright, shuffling on the bed awkwardly to adjust your position to grant him better access. His actions are swift, nimble fingers unwrapping the belt. The moment your hands are released a sigh of relief escapes your lips, and you instinctively reach to massage your tender skin. However, he brings your wrists into his grip, encircling them once more with the binding belt.

A pout forms on your lips from your freedom being taken away, looking up at him to whine. Yet all words on your tongue became a forgotten memory as he pinned you back down with your arms above your head. 

“Did you truly think I would allow you such freedom?” Freddy purrs in a low tone, a deep chuckle admitting from him. “You really do think I’m soft, don’t you?” 

If it wasn’t for the fact you’ve been edged so many times and your brain was complete mush you would have said yes, but now the only thing you could think of was his cock filling you up and making you scream. 

You shake your head. “N-no! I don’t, I-I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Just, please…” You whimper out, giving him a pleading look. 

Freddy brushes his muzzle against your lips, a simulated sigh of satisfaction leaving his voice box. “There we go, that’s my good girl.” He leans back, using his free hand to grab the lube and slick up his heavy cock. “Looks like I finally broke you down, hm?” 

He removes his hand from your own, yet you knew that did not give you permission to move them. You stay still, not willing to risk the chances of getting it all taken away from you as he lines himself up with your entrance. His large hand encloses firmly around one of your hips, dragging the tip up and down your folds. 

“Are you ready superstar?” He rubs a circle into your skin with his thumb.

You give an eager nod of your head, never have you needed something so bad. You keep your glazed over eyes trained on him as his thick head pushed into your entrance, a sharp moan escapes your lips as he sinks inch by inch in. The stretch was just what you needed as his heavy cock pressed into you. Your body stretches and accommodates for his size, walls clenching possessively around him.

“Please.” You manage to beg through clenched teeth, caught in the storm of pleasure taking over your body. Freddy lets out a grunt in response, snapping his hips forward until he is balls deep. You let out a loud moan from the sensation, eyes widening from the feeling of his tip brushing against your cervix. 

“You’re so tight. So perfect.” He groans, pulling his hips back half way before shoving himself in again, keeping himself still. “Just look at you, such a needy, desperate little thing. Finally giving you what you’ve been begging for yet all you want is more.” 

You let out a whimper, a pout on your lips that makes Freddy chuckle with adoration. “You are just too precious. I’ll give you what you want, my little star, but on my terms, you’re going to let me use this perfect hole for how I see fit.” “Y-yes,” There was no more fighting from you, the blistering flames of submission and arousal were too high by now. “Please, use me as much as you need. I-I’m yours.” Freddy seems nothing but satisfied, as a reward he began to rock his hips back and forth. “Beg for it then, tell me how much you need this, how you are here to pleasure me and me alone.” 

“I need it so bad F-Freddy, your dick is all I think about. It’s all I n-need. I want you to use me like I’m your whore.” You were so caught up in it all, so desperate that you didn’t even realize the colorful language you used. To your luck it seemed like something snapped inside of Freddy once you called yourself such a name. 

Freddy withdraws his hips then slams himself right in, if it wasn’t for the hand on your hip you would have been pushed up the bed. His thrusts were sloppy and fast, forcing loud moans and gasps out of her throat. 

“You feel incredible. So… Incredible.” He groans out between thrusts, each one making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

His free hand falls upon your clothed breast, giving it an eager squeeze as your moans mixed in with his. “Want to hear you scream for me, want the whole world to remember exactly who you belong to.” Your head spun, the way he dragged in and out of you at a breakneck speed brought tears to your eyes. “Oh, oh my god!” You gasp out, wishing your hands weren’t bound so you could grab on to anything, to have some sort of anchor amidst this storm of pleasure. “S-so… So much!” 

Freddy chuckles darkly at your words, his claws digging into your hip. “Is it too much for you superstar? This is what you were wanting, you made it very clear. There is no backing down now.” To make matters worse, he removed his paw from your breast and brought it down between your thighs. His thumb wasted no time finding your clit, expeditiously rubbing at the aching bud that made your limbs twitch. Every sensation became magnified - from the feeling of his hard cock filling your depths to the delicious friction of overstimulated nerves. 

Your back arches off the bed, sobs wracking through your body as you are consumed by the intensity of it all. You feel a knot in your stomach, tightening so quick that you couldn’t even warn him besides yelling out his name. Wave after wave hits you like a roaring sea, throwing your head back as you go through the most intense orgasm of your life. He rubs you through it, but of course, he wasn’t planning to stop there. 

“There you go, doesn’t that feel nice?” He grunts out, plunging inside of you with pure force. You writhe and whimper underneath him, staring into blue optics through blurry vision as overstimulation quickly takes over. “Freddy- ah! Freddy please!” You plead, not even knowing what you were begging for. Did you want more? Did you want him to slow down? In the end it didn’t matter what you wanted, you were only able to take what was given to you. Optics staring down at you with pure satisfaction while he quickly brought you to the brink of another orgasm. 

“Please wh-what?” His voice box glitched once he asked the question, a tell tale sign he was getting close. “Please make you cum again? Please fill you up?” He chuckles, snapping his hips into you and making you yelp. “Don’t worry babydoll, I’m going to give you my all.” He leaned in till his face was a mere inch away from yours, keeping that swift pace. “Who do you belong to?” 

His commanding tone reverberates in your ears, fueling the desire that made you yearn to obey him. “You, I-I belong to you! I’m yours, all yours.” You speak between loud cries, your own words not registering as that coil tightens in your stomach once again. “Ah!” You cum again, harsher than the last, your legs kicking in the air as your cunt convulses around him. 

“G-good- Good girl. That’s my good sta-ar.” He only manages to squeeze out his words of praise before a loud groan escapes him. He pushes himself all the way inside of you that causes you to gasp as rope after rope of his synthetic seed covers your walls. 

Your body goes lax against the bed once he stills, panting harshly as your limbs twitch and move on their own accord. It was as if time itself stopped, both of you stuck in the same position while recovering from the passionate moment.  

“Are you alright?” Freddy finally asks, pride in his tone. 

You open your eyes, not even realizing you’ve shut them as you manage to muster a weak smile. “A-amazing.” You breathe out. 

“Good, I was worried for a moment.” Large paws come up to your bound wrists, swiftly unwrapping the belt and tossing it to the side. He then takes your hands into his own, massaging the red imprints. “You did such a wonderful job taking your punishment. I am very proud of you.”

Your heart skips a beat, just like it always does when he says such sweet things. “You think so? I thought I was being pretty naughty.” He chuckles, “A bit, yes. But you caved a lot quicker than what I had calculated.” Thick arms then slide underneath you, pulling you up against his metal torso as his muzzle lightly brushed against your forehead. 

“Calculated… You calculated this?” You ask in disbelief, were you just completely out of it or did he really ‘crunch the numbers’? “Of course I did, on the way home. Although plans changed, I still knew what I had in mind.” While talking he lifted you up, swapping positions so he could sit down on the bed, his cock still embedded inside of you. “You’re unbelievable.” You laugh, leaning back to stare up at him. “I suppose, but so are you.” He places another kiss upon your forehead, running a hand through your hair. “You know I was never mad at you, right?” 

“Of course Freddy, I know this was all a part of our game.”  He always had to check in with you every time, you thought it was nothing short of sweet. “You were… Really hot.” “Yeah? Not as much as you.” He hums, pulling you even closer. “I believe you deserve a reward now, how about a nice bath and then I’ll make you some hot chocolate?” You are clearly pleased by this idea, melting into his embrace. “With a movie?” 

“Of course with a movie, my starlet.” 

[jurassicsickfics]

RAHHHH I'm just coming in to say the sickies in diapers prompts was SPLENDID.

And this is totally only if you want to, but could you do some prompts for super embarrassed, gruff sickie who has to be diapered?

(if omo, messing and allat isn't your big thing you absolutely don't have to I'm just a freak and again I really only wanted to say how good those other prompts were :3)

Yay! I'm so glad you like them! I adore diaper scenarios, so I'd be very happy to do that list for you!

Sickies in Diapers, Part 2- Tough Guy/Girl Edition🍼:

1. One person and one person only is allowed anywhere near them. It's a "Come near me and die" situation

2. When the initial accidents keep happening, they try desperately to hide it as long as they can, because they know that caretaker's solution will be diapering

3. "You want me to hold yo-" "NO!"

4. Trying to change themselves at first but being too weak, having to reluctantly call for help

5. "Did you just do what I think you did?" *an obvious mess in their diaper* "No, shut up!"

6. Being extra mean to try to cover the vulnerability and embarrassment, only to eventually break down in tears

7. The absolute humiliation of explosive diarrhea in front of others. It's just too uncontrollable to wait and get somewhere private

8. Again, male sickie peeing on caretaker during a diaper change but this time they absolutely know what just happened and are embarrassed beyond belief

9. Female sickie getting her period at the same time as she's sick, so now, unfortunately for her, she has to be changed even more frequently

10. And for the grand finale, nothing better than a blowout in expensive clothes, in front of everyone

[catwater1987]

The Sicky PR⦻XY

My Creepypasta OC I tried my best to make her come out as perfect as I wanted, even though her name is a bit silly...i guess? But I hope you guys like her.🫶💖

Her story and history will be changed as appropriate. I apologize if my character offends anyone. With all due respect, I just want to enjoy the fandom and the characters I love, and thanks to all of you, I hope we can be good new friends.🙌✨

(and I'm very sorry for my poor Eng)

History of The Sicky (2024)

FULL NAME

Livia lilly laurel ลิเวีย ลิลลี่ ลอเรล

ALIAS

Livia / Sicky / Livia laurel / Camera girl

/ Mrs. Laurel / Lilly

Age: 20y

Gender: Female

Height: 5'4 (165cm )

weight : 47kk.

OCCUPATION

- Serial killer

- Proxy for the slender man

- Camera girl

- Delivery Girl

POWER/SKILLS

• Better physical recovery than ordinary humans

• Night vision

• High-level inteligence

• Emotional instability

• Physical strength

• Wound resistance ( There is no feeling of pain)

• Excellent speed

• The ability to turn things around

• Ability to unlock doors

• Medical knowledge

• Silent stalking

• Breaking into the victim's home

HOBBY

- Take video of the victim

- Delivering essential supplies to other proxies, including some pasta.

- Investigate the victim's History

- Killing people in the name of Slender Man.

CRIMES

• Hacker

• Serial murder

• Torture

• Vandalism

• Endangerment

• Proxy conspiracy

• Stalking

• Aiding and abetting

• Stealing

• Kidnapping

Most famous catchphrase of The sicky

" There is no place that is safe, and there is no place that can be called home. "

The first description of the sicky

' A strange woman would often appear suspiciously at the edge of a tall forest tree, but when approached, she would disappear as if she had never existed. Sometimes, you can hear the sounds of giggling and humming in the wind from the tall forest trees. No one knows whether what people saw about that woman was a human or a ghost. '

PERSONALITY

Sicky is bipolar and severely moody. As a result of Slender Fever that turned her into a proxy, her mood and personality change so much that it is very difficult to predict her thoughts. Sometimes she is cheerful, but then she is sad and angry immediately. This makes it difficult for anyone to talk to her because of her mood swings. But in reality, she is a talkative and lonely person. She always finds something fun to do when she is free. In fact, she likes to keep herself busy all the time or sometimes she bothers other people.

In her original personality before becoming a proxy, she was a polite and cheerful person. She was someone who always cared about others before herself, which often caused her trouble.

BIOGRAPHY

PAST

Livia Lily Laurel, she is an ordinary girl, half German-Thai. She has an older brother named Eric and a twin sister Fiona. In fact, she was born in Thailand, but when she was 10 years old, her parents moved her and her siblings to USA instead. And she has been living there ever since. But since moving here, their father has been very stressed from work and started drinking and started using violence in the family. Most of the time, the one who was physically abused was their mother. What they were abused with was foul language, insults, or words that caused emotional wounds. Until finally, they divorced because a neighbor reported domestic violence to the police. The police arrested him. But her life after that was not smooth because the impact made Fiona mentally ill from too much stress. Their mother worked hard to make a living and was sick regularly. They were still young, so they could not help their mother much. But on the other hand, their brother was even worse. Because he was the oldest brother, he wanted to help ease the burden as much as possible, both taking care of his two younger sisters and working while studying, including all the expenses in the house. But it seemed like their father would not give up easily. After he was released from prison, he still followed them to cause trouble many times.When Livia and Fiona went to college, they both started to find part-time jobs. Livia worked as a general cashier, while Fiona was a general online fiction writer. Because of her mental illness, her life was difficult. Their brother also took on general jobs while studying to be a doctor. One day, their mother fell ill and died from the disease, leaving the burden completely on Eric. But without their mother, their ex-father became more and more intrusive. Eric could not stand this man anymore. He killed his ex-father by himself without his two sisters knowing about it, and fled the city. But he still left a lot of cash for his two sisters. He had to suffer the consequences of what he did alone. But he was still worried about his two sisters. Even though he didn't contact them back, he still sent money whenever he had the chance. As for Livia and Fiona, even though they weren't having a hard time with money anymore, they missed their older brother. But they had to move on with their lives until their lives changed dramatically again.

BECOMING THE SICKY

Livia twin sister she was hunted by the Slenderman. It was because Fiona got lost in the Slender Forest on a rainy night when she was going home. It was their bad luck that they had to suffer this terrible fate. No matter where they ran, they were found. To make matters worse, she had to survive from the proxies who were sent to hunt them down. After a long chase, Fiona was successfully captured. Livia was badly injured, but she refused to let them take the last of her family. She forced her body to follow the Slender Forest and played their game. She won the game, but because her badly injured body was too much for her to bear, she begged them to let Fiona go and take her life instead. Slender saw that determination and agreed to let Fiona go. But instead of killing Livia but he's don't. he took her as another one of his proxies. Because he liked the recklessness and fearlessness of this young woman, and he believed that she would be a loyal servant.

DISORDERS

-Bipolar disorder

-Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

-Anxiety Disorder

-Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

-Partial memory loss

-The body twitches when exposed to stress.

-Panic attacks from certain things

-Slender sickness

FAMILY

Andrew Parker Laurel (Farther)

Susan Laurel / ปลายฟ้า (mother)

Eric Cyclamen Laurel ( big brother)

Fiona Asphodel Laurel (twin sister)

Mary lee Matthew ( cousin)

LOVE INTERNET

She thinks she doesn't deserve a lover because She can't protect people she loves.

Favorite Songs

In the shadows - Asher Of Angst

THE FACTS

-Since she couldn't stay still for long, she was given a special task: to deliver spare weapons and supplies to some proxies and pastas.

-She isn't in the Slender Forest all the time. Sometimes she disguises herself and blends into the crowds of the town, looking for interesting victim.

-Her and Fiona's birthdays fall on Christmas Eve.

-When she was a new proxy, she was so quiet that people thought she was mute

- She hates being alone because she used to have Fiona with her all the time, but now that's not the case anymore, so she always likes to be with Proxy and other pastas..

- She especially loves orange cats because she used to have an orange cat she name Lucky she loved and took good care of her, but it sadly died of a serious disease.

[sicknessbysalem]

[ “He's gonna run himself into the ground if he keeps going on like this." | "He can't go to [work/class/any other obligation] when he's like this. I'm gonna call and let them know." | My stomach’s bothering me.” | “I don’t feel so hot.”] i know its a lot! feel free not to use all of them. But i would love to see one of your fics with these dialogues because i feel like they just go well together. i dont care if its male or female sickie! wherever the inspo hits!

decided on a female sickie instead because i miss my girl emi!

if you have any questions/comments/requests, send me an ask!

tw emeto, fever, overwork, underage (16) caretaker

Emiliene wiped the sweat from her brow, the heat of the kitchen intensifying with each passing hour. The clatter of pots and pans, the sizzle of food on the grill, and the aromatic blend of spices filled the air of the bustling Italian restaurant where she worked as a line cook. It was just another evening in the chaotic rhythm of her life.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. Almost time for her shift at the barista job to begin. Emiliene's mind raced with thoughts of the long night ahead—juggling orders, managing the kitchen, rushing to her next job—all while keeping an eye on her brother Camille.

Camille, a bright teenager with a passion for art and a knack for mischief, had been her responsibility since their parents passed away. Emiliene's heart swelled with love for her brother, but the weight of being his sole guardian was a constant presence in her mind.

As she plated another dish with practiced precision, Emiliene felt the fatigue settling in. Her body ached from hours of standing, her mind heavy with the worries of bills and responsibilities. But she pushed on, fueled by determination and love for Camille.

When her shift finally ended, Emiliene hurried to the barista job, exchanging her chef's apron for a barista's apron with swift efficiency. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted her, and she forced a smile as she greeted customers and crafted their orders with care.

Throughout the night, Emiliene's weariness grew, but she never let it show. She juggled tasks effortlessly, pouring her energy into each job with unwavering dedication. She couldn't afford to falter, not when Camille depended on her.

Finally, as the night waned into early morning, Emiliene returned home to her small apartment, where Camille was asleep, unaware of the lengths his sister went to provide for them.

As Emiliene collapsed onto her bed, the weight of her exhaustion finally catching up to her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Despite the challenges, the fatigue, and the relentless pace of her life, she had never wavered in her commitment to her brother and her dreams.

She was going to be fine. She knew she would be fine. It was just a hard week. Or… maybe it had been a few weeks. She didn't know, she was exhausted.

The days blurred into nights, and Emiliene's exhaustion only deepened. The relentless pace of her three jobs took its toll, leaving her feeling drained and worn out. Her body protested with every movement, and even simple tasks felt like monumental challenges.

One evening, as Emiliene rushed from one job to another, her steps faltered, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She leaned against a nearby wall, trying to catch her breath and steady herself. The fatigue was becoming overwhelming, and a sense of nausea crept into her stomach.

It was during this moment of weakness that one of Emiliene's coworkers and friends, Maria, approached Camille, who had stopped by the restaurant to grab dinner, per Emiliene's request. Rather, Emiliene herself placed and paid for the order. Food for Camille, since she wouldn't be home until later.

"Hey, Camille," Maria said, her voice filled with concern as she noticed Emiliene's absence while she grabbed the food, "Where's your sister?"

Camille glanced around anxiously, worry etched on his face. "She's still at work. She's been working so much lately, and I'm worried about her."

Maria nodded, "She's a hard worker, no doubt about that. But she's pushing herself too hard, Camille. She's gonna run herself into the ground if she keeps going on like this."

Camille's concern deepened, his thoughts mirroring Maria's words. He knew Emiliene was doing everything she could to provide for them, but seeing her struggle was heartbreaking.

"I'll talk to her," Camille said determinedly, his worry fueling his resolve to make sure his sister took care of herself too.

-

The evening shift at the Italian restaurant was in full swing, and Emiliene found herself working alongside Enzo, the charming and slightly aggravating line cook who never failed to make her smile. Despite her best efforts to hide her exhaustion, Emiliene couldn't shake the weariness that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

As the night progressed, Enzo couldn't help but notice Emiliene's faltering energy and the way her usually vibrant demeanor seemed dimmed. He watched her move through the kitchen with a determined but strained expression, her movements slower than usual.

"Hey, Emi," Enzo said, taking a moment to step closer to her as they prepared orders. "You look like you're about to collapse. You okay?"

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you’re worried about me,” Emiliene said sarcastically, “But that would imply you could think with your heart and not your dick.”

“I have a heart!” Enzo insisted.

“I didn’t say you didn’t,” Emiliene chuckled.

“Okay, but, seriously,” Enzo said, “Are you feeling okay?”

Emiliene forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just a little tired, Enzo. Long day, you know?"

Enzo frowned, concern etched on his features. "You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. Maybe you should take a break, get some rest."

"I can't, Enzo," Emiliene replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "I have bills to pay, and Camille needs me. I can't afford to take a break."

Enzo's expression softened, understanding the weight of Emiliene's responsibilities. "I get it, Emi. But you can't keep running on empty like this. Let me help you, at least for tonight. I'll take you home after our shift."

“Seriously,” Emi sighed, “My stomach’s just acting up. I haven’t had a chance to breathe, let alone eat something.”

“Fine,” Enzo said, “Then take your lunch break and get something. We have fresh gnocchi soup.”

“Fine,” Emiliene shrugged, “That sounds good.”

As they made their way to the break area, Emiliene's steps felt heavier with each stride. The fatigue weighed down on her like a heavy cloak, and every movement was an effort. Enzo kept a supportive arm around her, silently urging her to take it easy.

For as much as they were at each other’s throats, he cared about her. And he knew that if he was feeling like shit, she’d do the same looking after him as he was to her. She would probably have more sarcastic one liners, and he would have some too. If only Emiliene didn’t look like she would collapse after taking a singular plate to the expediter.

Sitting down at a table, Emiliene tried to muster up an appetite. The aroma of the gnocchi soup filled the air, tempting her taste buds, but her stomach churned uneasily. It was her favorite. It always had been. Even before she started working here, even before she starting having her episodes, before everything.

But now, now Emiliene picked at her food, forcing herself to take a few spoonfuls, but each bite seemed to worsen her nausea.

"I don't think I can finish this," Emiliene admitted, pushing the bowl away. "My stomach's not having it."

Enzo's worry deepened as he watched Emiliene's condition deteriorate. "Maybe you should just relax for a bit. I'll cover for you."

Emiliene nodded weakly, grateful for Enzo's concern. "Thanks, Enzo. I hate to be a burden."

"You're not a burden, Emi," Enzo reassured her, his voice gentle. "You're just human. Let me take care of you."

As Emiliene closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, a sudden wave of nausea swept over her. She clutched her stomach, feeling the urge to vomit rising within her.

“Em..?” Enzo questioned.

"I'm not feeling so hot," Emiliene murmured, her voice strained.

Without hesitation, Enzo sprang into action, grabbing a nearby trash can and placing it in front of Emiliene just in time. She leaned over, retching as her stomach rebelled against the strain and exhaustion.

Enzo rubbed her back soothingly, his worry evident in his eyes. "Take it easy, Emi.”

Emi retched again. The waves were small, but every one was more painful than the last.

Emiliene was left gasping, spitting the taste from her mouth.

“You're not well. Let me take you home." Enzo said.

Emiliene nodded weakly, tears of frustration and fatigue welling up in her eyes. She was grateful for Enzo's support, knowing that she had pushed herself too far. She didn’t want to leave, but everything she knew about food safety told her she couldn’t stay. She could keep working, she didn’t mind how tired she was. But legally she had to. Unless all her training was a lie.

“Fine,” Emiliene said, “Just, just give me a second.”

-

As Enzo drove towards Emiliene's home, the quiet hum of the car and the rhythmic sound of the engine seemed to lull Emiliene deeper into slumber. She was completely knocked out, her body finally succumbing to the overwhelming fatigue that had plagued her for days.

When they arrived at Emiliene's small apartment, Enzo gently shook her shoulder to rouse her. "Hey, Emi, we're home."

Emiliene stirred slightly, blinking groggily as she slowly woke up. Enzo helped her out of the car, supporting her weight as they walked towards the front door. He knocked softly, waiting for Camille to open the door.

Emiliene was exhausted, and still half asleep. So much so she didnt even fight when Enzo opted to simply pick her up.

Camille appeared at the door, his eyes widening in concern when he saw Emiliene's condition. "Is she okay?"

Enzo nodded, his expression serious. "She's just exhausted. Can you open the door for me, Camille?"

Camille nodded quickly, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door. Enzo carried Emiliene inside, his footsteps quiet as he made his way to the living room. He gently laid her down on the couch, arranging a blanket patterned with sunflowers over her sleeping form with care.

He chuckled, “Emi loves sunflowers doesn’t she?”

Camille nodded, “She does. Very much. She says they make her happy.”

Enzo glanced around the apartment, noting the familiar touches of Emiliene's personality in the cozy space. He felt a pang of sadness at seeing her so worn out, realizing just how much she had been pushing herself to the limit.

"Take care of her, Camille," Enzo said softly, his eyes meeting Camille's with a mixture of concern and reassurance. "She needs rest."

Camille nodded, his expression serious as he watched over his sister. "I will, Enzo. Thank you for bringing her home."

Enzo gave a small smile, his worry easing slightly now that Emiliene was safely home. "Anytime, Camille. She really shouldn’t go to work like this tomorrow. I’ll call the places… her badges are hanging from her rearview.”

“I can get the car tomorrow,” Camille said.

“You want me to call the sch-“ Enzo started to ask. but he doesn’t even finish before Camille nodded.

-

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow into Emiliene's small apartment. She stirred on the couch, her eyes fluttering open as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. The events of the previous night came back to her in a haze, and she groaned softly, feeling the familiar nausea creeping back.

"Morning, Emi," Camille's voice came from the kitchen, filled with concern. "How are you feeling?"

Emiliene managed a weak smile as she sat up, the blanket slipping off her shoulders. "Not great, Cami. My stomach's still doing somersaults."

Camille appeared in the living room, a glass of water and some crackers in hand. He handed them to Emiliene, his expression worried. "Here, try to sip on some water and nibble on these crackers. It might help settle your stomach a bit."

Emiliene nodded gratefully, taking the water and crackers from Camille. She sipped on the water slowly, trying to calm the queasiness that churned in her stomach. However, as she attempted to eat a cracker, a sudden wave of nausea washed over her, and she had to rush to the bathroom.

Camille followed her, concern etched on his face. He held back her hair as she leaned over the toilet, retching as her body tried to expel whatever was causing her distress. Emiliene felt utterly miserable, tears welling up in her eyes from the combination of physical discomfort and exhaustion.

After a few minutes, Emiliene leaned back, wiping her mouth with a tissue. She looked up at Camille, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Cami. I hate that you have to see me like this."

Camille shook his head, his concern evident in his voice. "Don't worry about that, Emi. I just want you to feel better.

Emiliene hesitated, knowing that taking a day off meant losing valuable income. But the thought of continuing to push herself in her current state was unbearable. She nodded reluctantly, leaning against the bathroom wall tiredly.

"Yeah, maybe you're right, Cami," Emiliene admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some rest."

Camille nodded in agreement, his worry for Emiliene evident in his eyes. "Rest is exactly what you need, Emi. I'll take care of everything today, don't worry about a thing."

Emiliene managed a weak smile, grateful for her brother's understanding and support. "Thanks, Cami. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Camille helped Emiliene back to the couch, making sure she was comfortable before fetching a blanket and tucking it around her. He brought her a fresh glass of water and set it on the coffee table within reach.

"Just rest, Emi," Camille said gently, sitting beside her on the couch. "I'll make you some ginger tea to help settle your stomach. You'll feel better soon, I promise."

Emiliene closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the cushions. She could hear Camille moving around in the kitchen, the comforting sounds of him preparing the tea soothing her frayed nerves.

As Camille returned with the steaming mug of ginger tea, Emiliene took a grateful sip. The warmth spread through her body, easing some of the tension in her stomach. She felt a sense of relief knowing that she didn't have to struggle through the day alone.

"Thanks, Cami," Emiliene murmured, her eyes still closed. "You're the best brother."

Camille smiled warmly. "Anything for you, Emi. Just focus on getting better."

As the day passed, Camille took care of all the household chores and even prepared a simple soup for Emiliene's lunch. Emiliene drifted in and out of sleep, the exhaustion finally catching up with her as she allowed herself to rest without the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders.

By evening, Emiliene's stomach had settled, and she felt a bit stronger than earlier in the day.

“I do have good news,” Camille told her, braiding her hair back from her face, “I got a job. Downtown, at that thrift store Jackson’s aunt runs…”

“Oh? Really?” Emiliene asked. “That’s great.”

“Yeah… so maybe you wont have to work so much…” Camille told his sister, “And you won’t get sick so much.”

“Maybe,” Emiliene said, “Hopefully.”

The day was filled with a lot of sleeping. Emiliene hated every second of it. But, she also knew it was necessary.

"Feeling any better, Emi?" Camille asked, peeking into the living room where Emiliene was sitting up on the couch.

Emiliene nodded with a faint smile, hugging Camille from the side quickly before letting go. “Yeah, I think the rest helped. Thanks again, Cami."

Camille returned her smile. "Anytime, Emi. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

[persephone11110]

Enemies To Lovers Trope

Jake Seresin X Reader

Warnings: low self esteem, hiding sickness,fainting, lack of self care, nausea, protective jake seresin, typical dead characters, curse words, suicidal ideation?, grief ,angstw/ happy ending

Summary: You would’ve gotten away with it if hadn’t been for a meddling Bagman “I hope I’m reading your charts wrong Chione” You were shocked— Hangman usual sarcastic filled accent was replaced with concern.

callsign:Chione(greek goddess of snow)

set during Tpg.m—preferably that one scene. also Hangman isnt the first one to get the first active aviator to get a confirmed air to kill.

-

“Your not sick Y/N a venomous laced voice in the back of your head reminded you. Your head pounded again as you tried pushing the dangerous thought away.

You dismissed the pounding feeling in your head. The way everytime you swallowed you felt as if pin and needles were being swallowed as well.

You cursed Lieutenant L/N for getting you sick, you’d also cursed your immune system for not being stronger. He just had to spread his sicky germs through the dagger squad. This wasn’t happening to you-not when your still being trained for the mission. You need to be picked as team leader— being sick would put you out of commission, then Captain Mitchell wouldn’t pick you.

Your weak and vulnerable—unable to lead a team. Something you couldn’t see your father doing- he himself could fly with one eye closed.

Your not sick Y/N— can’t be. Your not allowed to be. You tried zeroing in on what Maverick had in his hand…..a textbook.

“You all know this book, you’ve memorized it…. and so have your enemies”. The room erupted in low chuckles as the textbook went flying into the trashcan.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to crack a smile without feeling nauseated. You rolled your shoulders back—adjusting yourself again; attempting to “fix” yourself back into being the stoic soldier you are.

“Gear up Lieutenants” Maverick told them.

“You comin darling?” Hangman asked her, his toothpick sticking out his mouth as he flashed his signature dickhead grin. “Wouldn’t want you be left behind”

Your chair moved back fast.“It’s Chione to you Bagman” you bit back at him. Your body shook dangerously, sweat blurred your vision. “Don’t come for me” you told him coldy.

He seemed pleased with himself, pleased with the fact that he got under your skin. “Race ya Chione”. he seemed undefeated by your coldness as if a threat didn’t just come out your mouth.

“Jackass” you muttered under your breathe, “fucking hate him”

Fuck. Fuck .Fuck.

“Damn it Hangman where he is?” you couldn’t make out what was infront of your face. Was Maverick there, or is that your eyes playing mind games?.

“Were dead” Hangman’s voice rung out behind you. Muscle memory helped you land— your feet stumbled as you made it towards the tarmac. “Holding up the end of the deal Chione?” he teased.

Too late—like he said were dead. The chances of you becoming team leader were none now.

Son of bitch left me to hang to death.

Both of you slient—neither of you felt the need to talk to eachother. Both of you were pissed off at eachother.

“What happened Chione, I thought the Ice queen never lost?” He eyed you—watching anger etch its way onto your face.

Hondo was a couple feet behind you guys counting.

You shouldn’t be here—here on the ground doing push ups, instead you should up in the air-having a dogfight.

“Up 100”

You could feel the blood rushing from your ears, Hangman’s voice seemed quieter. Your stomach rumbled in protest— Did you to eat forget this morning?.

“Down 150”

“I don’t know Jake” you accidentally said his first name and allowed emotion to slip into your voice.

“Seemed to be getting old Y/n?”, he pointed out how slow you were going— how weak you seemed. Not old but sick as a dog. He’s right you practically a legend in this generation, your considered the a younger and female Iceman.

“Yup Bagman”

“Up 200”

“I would’ve stopped Y/n, If you had” No he wouldn’t have.

Tit for tat.

“This is my fault Jake Hangman?” You felt furious, how dare he blame you. “Are you serious right now?”.

“Down—250, your done aviators” Hondo’s voice could be heard in the background still.

He smirked like a shark— dangerous and uncaring of what happened next.

“It’s seems to be” he stood, “Ya coming Chione?”.

You were sitting on the ground trying to catch your breathe. You felt your lean to the side-dizzy.

“Chione?” Hangman said loudly.

“I’m fine” you persisted eager to prove yourself to the loudmouth texan you took a step forward— but you stumbled.

“Hey” he grabbed your arm gently, steadying you.

“Hang—” You felt your world spin around you, as everything around you went black.

Luckily Hangman caught you.

—

“She’s had that stubborn streak since she was a little girl”. Your mom loves telling stories about you to others.“Something her and Tom have in common”.

“Ma” you whispered, your throat felt too dry. You couldn’t tell if it was the immediate sadness that struck your throat or was it your “small cold”.

“Y/n, sweetie your awake?” She asked you.

You nodded your head slowly. You blinked your eyes slowly“Where am I ?”.

“Med bay sweetie, seems like you caught the flu”. your mom said— running her hand down your face soothingly.

“How ya feeling sweetie?”

“Tired, kinda better”, you honestly told her— there was no use of lying to Sarah Kazansky. The woman was one of the few people to break through your father’s Ice-cold facade. Also one of the few who knew your tells when you lied. The other person was your dad.

“I should go get the doctor” a familiar southern drawl softly interrupted.“Sorry Ms. Kazansky”.

“None sense Jake, call me Sarah and besides I need to stretch my feet— I’ll go get the doctor”., something told you-your mother wasn’t being entirely honest.

“Alright ma’am”

“I’ll be back Y/n”

She didn’t come back till afterwards

-

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake asks you.“Did you want die?”.

“I didn’t ask you for you save me”, you bitterly reminded him. “I didn’t ask for you stay here either, you could have gone back wherever”, unfortunately your stoic facade is starting to crash and you could hear emotion seeping into your voice.

“Am I supposed to leave you—on the fucking ground Y/n, am I supposed let you suffer in pain!?” Jake shouted. He runs his fingers through his hair shakily.

Look at me!" He asks with an angered laced tone, and for some strange reason you find yourself listening to him.“If you hadn’t fainted, would you kept going?”

He pacing back and forth.

“I…I don’t know” you tell him.

“What, what do you mean you dont know?” concern finds its way onto Jake’s face.“Y/n you could’ve died out there on that tarmac”

I didn’t mean for it get this far. Losing dad was biggest thing that’s ever happened to me.

“I-I’m sorry” your voice wobbled. he grabs your hand softly. “Look at me Y/n—please”.

“I’m so sorry you lost your father” his baby blues eyes pierced with sadness.“But that doesn’t mean the navy needs to lose you too”.

I can’t lose you either.

The bed dipped as Jake sat down.

“I may have never personally talked to Admiral Kazansky myself, but I know he wouldn’t enjoy seeing his daughter in the hosptial, I also know he dislikes the idea of his daughter thinking so low of herself”.

“I-I just want to be like him you know, since I got accepted into the academy everyone always compared me to the legendary Iceman”, you felt tears drop down your face.“I just want to be enough— for him”. your voice broke again.

“Darling, can I call you darling this time?” he playfully taunts this time— there’s no malicious intent behind his words.

“Yeah” you chuckled. “Call me by name again”

“Y/n”

“No my other name” you eyed him.

“Darling, your not supposed to be him, your supposed to be yourself— i’m pretty sure the Admiral didn’t have any intent of his daughter being the exact replica of him”.

“Maybe your right” you shrugged your shoulders innocently.

Jake pointed look said otherwise.

“Okay fine your right”. you sighed into his chest, “Thank you Jake”.

He leans over a drops a kiss onto the crown of your head. “ Your welcome Y/n”.

You start to blush like a fool- your face turning into the same shade of a tomato.

“Your kind Bagman” you mimicked his accent.

“Don’t tell anyone my secret Ice queen” he interlocks his fingers with yours.

“I’ll be damned If I let you ruin my reputation”

“Don’t you worry Slick” you patted his chest while laughing. “If you don’t tell anyone I have emotions, I wouldn’t tell anyone your kind”

Dumbass— Your dumbass gave you his pinky.

“I won’t let you down Admiral”

“I won’t let you down Y/n”.

[aller-geez]

Get to know: Blythe Nevrin

(owned by @thekinkyleopard )

31 // Female // She/Her/Hers // Lesbian // Succubus Cobra

Full name: Blythe Nevrin

Nickname: Bly, B, Bee, Bumble Bee

Date Of Birth:

Big Three: Virgo 🌞 Gemini 🌙 Leo ↗️

Physical Appearance —

Age: looks 24-25

Eye Color: Black Sceleras with Silver irises

Hair Color: Dark purple with lighter purple ombré tips

Weight: 125

Height: 5’6

Race: Succubus Demon

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Large black circular horns and a pair of small straight horns protruding from forehead, Dimple piercings, labret, septum and right hand eyebrow piercing, Freya with wings tattooed on her collarbone

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Her charismatic charm she can get /almost/ anyone to tell her anything and do anything

Greatest Weakness: Horribly Clumsy susceptible to injury and illness

Soft Spot: Freya, Zeroh, Amara

Mannerisms/Traits: Comes off very strong, cocky, know it all and seductive but also incredibly forward, vindictive and manipulative and catty. She does have a softer side to her that is often saved for very few.

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Blythe tries to often be a better person than she is but by nature her response is to be selfish or animalistic she is a slave to her urges

While living in the woods building their home, Blythe learned magic and potions, how to use her new abilities given to her from Father Lucifer and it helped them survive

Zeroh trained Blythe how to manipulate the veil as Satan instructed him to. This was in order to insure she could spy when necessary undetected. Having spent about a year of time together, she learned to really respect him, and sometimes tries to get him to soften up on Zilya, her neighbor and friend. They have a mutual respect for each other as coworkers and Blythe views him as a mentor and first real male figure that doesn’t manipulate her. Often visiting him when she can and catching up on stories.

Blythe meets Zilya when she and Freya find a spot in the woods they like to start building their forever home. At first the vampire was furious but melted under Blythe’s charm and they became fast friends who often exchange potions, ingredients, gossip and gab when they get the chance

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

Dust

Moss

How severe are they?

She gets pretty stuffy and then have a few fits if continuously exposed

Do they get sick often?

Not too often but she also has quick remedies

How bad is it usually?

She can be a very sicky mess if she doesn’t remedy it with a potion quickly

Do they stifle?

Yes if she’s around others she will try to stifle them

How loud are their sneezes?

Not incredibly loud, medium but expressive

What do they sneeze into?

Palms or down her dress

How often do they sneeze?

Whenever presented by a trigger

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

2 times at most 3

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

Sudden

Do they sneeze in public?

Nope, they’ve got a natural cover; The Veil

Some examples of their sneezes?

Backstory —

Blythe was born to Rochelle and Danny Neverin, two meth addicts that procreated purely by a drugged up accident. Children can be a blessing, in many ways. The second they could they were selling photos, videos of Blythe through various stages of her growth, selling off their daughter’s innocent body to monsters online. Eventually as their addictions escalated, so did their need to make money and thus they began selling Blythe out. Prostituting her from the ages of 13-17. They earned 5k per client and often kept her out for 10+ clients everyday. Though their lifestyle went front trailer parks to gated neighborhoods, the abuse never stopped and Blythe was never treated like a person let alone daughter. Through out her entire life, Blythe felt as though something or someone was watching her. God ? She thought. Often escaping death through insane unexplainable coincidences. Failed suicide after failed suicide and yet never truly feeling alone. It was when she turned 18 that her suspicions were confirmed and an angel by the name of Freya, exposed her existence to her. The angel spoke of an innate need to protect her, a confession of love, sincerity. Blythe felt like she already knew her, the angel’s presence comforting alone. Immediately Blythe knew she wanted to run away with this being and they did but found it very difficult to escape the wrath of God himself. Without much thought, Blythe had heard rumors of an old well and a well dressed man. Upon inquiring the old well, she met a hand of Satan who led her to meet him face to face due to her special circumstances. In order to protect them from the eyes of God, Satan offered her and Freya two necklaces powerful to shield them , but Blythe would have to sacrifice her humanity over to him and in exchange she would become the very thing that tormented her. Sin Incarnate. Turned into an insatiable Succubus she was now forced to be Lucifer’s very own eyes on earth. Yet, she finds herself compromised when tasked with the mission of reporting back about Alistar, Satan’s most rebellious son. While she reports what she is allotted, she can not report it all. Her and Alistar at a stand still. He won’t get them exposed to God, She won’t expose him to Satan. They work in balance but secretly despise each other.

Blythe loves potions, magic, and has the fet. She’s allergic to moss, rats, dust, and rosemary. She has a medium type immune system neither good or bad

[lizbethborden]

One thing that makes me feel utterly insane is when grown women use baby talk in a professional setting. Don't get me wrong, I know I work in coffee which is like the clown academy of professionalism, but only my female employees have ever called out saying they "feel a little sicky" and "my tummy is hurty" (I'm serious). Men do not do this. And as I'm sure you know to me women are normally 100% incapable of doing anything wrong ever (including when they murder people), but this is actually absurd and embarrassing. Grow up.

[queasygurgles]

Fandoms:

Willing to write any fandom. If there is a certain ship you would like, please be sure to specify in your request!

Relationship dynamics I tend to write:

- Male/Male

- Male/Female

Please keep in mind that I am only writing male sickies at this time! I am willing to write anything on my kink list and I will hear out any additional requests as long as they aren’t on my will not write list!

My favorite fandoms:

- Supernatural

- The Rookie

- Dexter

- The Witcher

- SEAL Team

OC Characters out soon!

[babybearsnz]

Hyung is allergic to everything

Fic inspired by my Seventeen S.coups dream reality texts.

Sickies: S.coups, Vernon, Mingyu, Dino

Caretaker/pov: Female y/n dating S.coups

Quick summary: A few of the members had gone out for the day and ended up visiting a friend for a while. This friend, however, owned cats, and the members had tons of fun playing with them. Unfortunately, several of the members back home were allergic to cats.

Your pov:

Dino and I were about to park outside after running a few errands when I got a text from Coups. “Are you home?”

“Just got back, why?” I responded.

“Kwan, Jun, and Jeonghan stopped at Minho’s on their way home.”

I groaned aloud and Dino quickly turned to me. “Wae, wae?”

“Soonie, Doongi, and Dori must’ve left their mark.”

He cringed. “Go,” he told me. “I’ll grab the bags and meet you inside.”

I hastily made my way inside and Vernon met me at the front door. His eyes were bloodshot and watering and it appeared he could barely keep them open.

I reached out and held his face in my hands. “Oh, you poor thing.” I wiped his tears away with my thumb and guided him over towards the stairs. “Sit here for now.”

Once Dino came in he went to sit with Vernon, wrapping an arm around his youngest hyung’s shoulders. I hoped his reaction wouldn’t be too bad since he hadn’t been home for long.

From the kitchen, I heard some shouting in Chinese and walked in to see Minghao scolding Jun.

I cut him off, “Hao, hajima!” I turned to Jun, “Junhui, go shower and change.” He only nodded in response and walked away.

“Y/n!” I heard Woozi call. “Where’s the vacuum?”

“Way ahead of you!” Hoshi could be heard turning on the vacuum in the other room.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo basically delivered the other two troublemakers to me. Seungkwan had his head down.

“Really, guys?” I raised an eyebrow and sighed. “Go shower, please.”

A few minutes later, S.coups walked in with Mingyu who had clearly been sneezing up a storm. “Where do you want us?” He asked and sniffled.

“You two can go up to my room,” I answered. “Meds are in my desk drawer, I just need to find eyedrops for Vernon.”

When I returned to the living room, Dino was prodding at his nose. “Dino-ssi, go upstairs and take some meds.” I could tell he was about to protest and I shot him a look. It worked to say the least. I handed Vernon a damp washcloth to press to his eyes and went to dig through the medicine cabinet.

The other members were busy cleaning the house to get rid of any fur or dander and I was extremely grateful. I took Vernon’s hand and led him upstairs. Mingyu was lying down with his head in Dino’s lap. I had Vernon sit on the bed next to Coups and exchanged the washcloth with a tissue to dry his eyes.

“You ready, Vernon-ah?” He asked. Vernon shook his head frantically before I took a look at his pink eyes.

His eyelashes suddenly fluttered and he cupped a hand over his face. “hESHhuh! huRESHH!”

“Oh, bless you.” I dried his eyes again.

“Sorry, thank you.”

“Alright, I have a trick for eyedrops so it won’t be scary, okay?”

Vernon nodded and I had him close his eyes and tilt his head up. I put a couple of drops into the inner corners of his eyes so that when he opened his eyes, the drops would fall in. S.coups caught the leftover tears.

“tchiii! tchiii! hehtchiii!”

“Bless you, Min,” I said.

Dino blessed him and I saw him run his fingers through Mingyu’s hair.

In no time, Hoshi poked his head into the room. “Everything should be clean of cat hair now,” he said and smiled.

When Hoshi left, Seungkwan arrived. He seemed to be upset and apologized over and over again to which we expressed our thanks. I could tell he was going to be more thoughtful about allergies in the future.

Coups cuddled up next to me and rubbed his nose. I kissed him on the head. “You okay, baby?”

“Itchy,” he replied. I frowned and pulled him closer.

It wasn’t long before his breath started hitching. “Ah, jaechaegi,” I said.

“hhETCHhu! hATCHuhh!” He sniffled.

“Bless you,” I cooed.

“Bless you, hyung,” Vernon added.

He thanked us before sneezing again and blowing his nose.

When I looked over at the other boys, Mingyu’s eyes were closed as he rested on the maknae. “Is he asleep?” I asked Dino.

He shrugged before bringing an arm over his face. “hhESHhii!”

Mingyu jerked awake and his eyes widened.

“Aigo,” I laughed.

“Mianhaeyo.” Dino put a hand on Mingyu’s shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he assured Dino. “Can we watch a movie in the living room now?” He asked me.

“Probably.” I texted Woozi to come upstairs. “I’ll ask Ji what he thinks.”

I heard Woozi whistling as he came up the stairs. Joshua came in right behind him.

“Shua!” S.coups called. “You’re home.”

Joshua was at an event the night before and had finally returned to Seoul. “Hey, I heard what happened.” He sat on the other side of me, Coups still comfy in my arms opposite him. “How’s everyone feeling?” Joshua directed toward no one in particular.

The boys all groaned and we laughed.

“Ji,” I said. “Mingyu wants to watch a movie downstairs, what are your thoughts?”

“Should be fine,” he states. “I vacuumed the couch so I would only worry about Vernon and Coups-hyung because they react the worst.”

So, with Woozi’s permission, Mingyu happily trotted down the stairs with Dino close behind.

“hhASHhuh!” Vernon desperately rubbed at his nose as his breath wavered.

“God bless.” Joshua patted his back as his fellow American tilted his head toward the ceiling in anticipation. Eventually, he sighed and sniffled as the feeling of another sneeze subsided.

“Vernon, do you want to come downstairs too?” Woozi asked.

He shook his head. “Maybe later.” He shrugged and Woozi and Joshua left.

S.coups blew his nose, leaving a slight pink tinge around it. “Ugh, my nose is so itchy,” he whined.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.”

“Hyung,” Vernon said. “You can have my sneezes. I don’t want them anymore.” He punctuated his sentence with another sneeze. “I can’t stop.”

Coups laughed. “Give them to Dino.”

In that moment, I could’ve sworn I heard a sneeze come from downstairs. S.coups’s head whipped around before looking back at Vernon in shock.

The three of us burst into laughter for a little while, only stopping when Vernon coughed and S.coups started pushing at his nose with a knuckle.

“Did you try the nose spray I got you?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “Probably should. Where is it?”

“Minghao put it away.” I pulled out my phone. “I’ll have him bring it up.”

When he delivered the spray, I couldn’t help but ask. “Has Dino sneezed at all since he’s been downstairs?” I explained the crazy coincidence that had happened earlier.

Minghao giggled. “Only once but not recently,” he mumbled, thinking. “I think what you heard was me. Hoshi and Woozi are on a cleaning kick now since they had already started due to the cat hair. So of course they were dusting everything.” He took the plastic off of the nose spray and handed it to Coups.

S.coups glanced at it and hesitated. “It’s gonna make me sneeze a ton, huh?”

Vernon hummed in agreement. “Oh, 100%.”

S.coups sighed and used the spray as fast as he could, letting out a small cough and sniffling, and tilted his head up while dabbing at his nose with a tissue. “Aish, I hate it.” He groaned.

“Aw, you’re okay.” I rubbed his back.

He had the tissue over his face and pinched his nose, either trying not to sneeze or wanting to make sure he didn’t sneeze out any of the medicine.

“Woozi said it still works well even if you sneeze some of it out,” Minghao mentioned. “At least for him it does.”

Coups nodded with his head still pointing up, his eyes closed, and his mouth hanging open. “hhATCHuu! hhETCHahh! hATCHiiew! TCHiiew!”

“Bless you, bless you, wow,” Minghao squeezed his shoulder.

I pouted. “Bless you, Cheolie.”

“Bless.” Vernon offered up some more tissues.

“Thank you, thank you, sorry.” S.coups accepted them. “But I can’t blow my nose now, right?”

Vernon shook his head. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

He wiped his nose instead, briefly massaging his sinuses.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Jun said, him and Seungkwan standing in the doorway. Seungkwan looked like he was about to cry.

“I’m okay,” he assured them. “It’s okay.”

“Oh, Kwannie, don’t worry.” I cooed. S.coups ushered him to come in the room and reached his arms out.

Seungkwan climbed into his lap and Coups hugged him while I rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry,” he blubbered. “I feel so terrible.”

S.coups pouted. “Oh, it’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

“Hyung is allergic to everything.” Vernon tried lightening the mood. “And me and Mingyu just sneeze a lot. Seriously, we’re all used to it.”

Seungkwan laughed and stood back up.

“C’mon, let’s go watch a movie.” I took S.coups’s hand and the six of us joined the others on the living room couch.

[lucysarah-c]

Random detail of the reader in Holy ground

Fun fact, my OC aka the person I think of while writing Holy Ground is always referred as "Twiggy". That's because a lot of reasons:

Since she comes from a noble family most of her female relatives share the same name. Especially her "mother's side of the family". So she was referred to as "Twiggy" as a nickname to tell her apart from her grandmother, etc.

Second, Twiggy is also referred that she was a really sicky and fragile child "as a tree's twig that breaks easily,"

Obviously everybody is "aware" that Twiggy is just a nickname but she insists on being called that. Even Erwin refers to her in public as "twiggy". This is because her "fake military enlist name" is "Anne"  which is NOT her real name. Anne was a very common name in Germany and for the research I did, back in the day most girls born in orphanages were named like this. So her fake papers have a "really common normal girl name" However it's really hard for her to realise people are talking to her when she's addressed as Anne. Then, she always presents herself like "My name is Anne, but everybody calls me Twiggy,". Erwin and the rest who are aware that Anne isn't her real name, use the nickname because they feel it more personal.

HOWEVER Levi wasn't aware of this for plenty of months, even ALREADY in a relationship and he refused to use the nickname because... let's be honest do you imagine Levi saying "Twiggy". So he calls her by "her name" which is "Anne" for him.

But one day he heard Thomas addressing Twiggy as "Alex" and it confused him deeply. She explained that her "real name" wasn't only too "fancy" for commoners but also that “everybody in my family is named that way," thing. Levi is shocked when he discovers that her full name is "Alexandrina Victoria 3th" and that he had been calling HIS girlfriend by a RANDOM NAME.

After this, Levi tries" to use "Twiggy" more because he realises how weird it must be for her to be called by another name. But he also switches to "Alex" a lot in private to not make people freak out haha.

HOWEVER! haha I DO imagine that when Levi is angry he calls her by her full name like an angry mother "ALEXANDRINA VICTORIA WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WHERE YOU THINKING?!"

[justmorebtsffs]

Love Yourself | Jikook

This is the first time I'm writing for Jikook. Wish me luck.

Summary: When comments from antis send Jimin's mental and physical health into a downwards spiral Jungkook is there to catch him. Angst then fluff with a happy ending.

Sickie: Park Jimin (Snow Leopard hybrid, not really that big a part of the story, hardly mentioned actually but I couldn’t think of another reason why anyone would make fun of Jimin, he’s just so pretty.)

Caretaker: Jungkook

WARNING: This is a whole 19 albeit short chapter fic so it is very long

JIMIN’S P.O.V

It’s our day off and we’ve  gathered around the table to watch a fan cover of The Truth Untold that Tae said was really good.

The fan is a female k-army, under the username ARMY-BLINK💜. Her voice is beautiful and I agree that we should definitely like the video and leave a nice anonymous comment. Tae scrolls down to the comments to type out our compliments when I see it:

@anti1357 - wow ARMY-BLINK💜, this cover is so good, especially Jimin’s part you sing some much better, you should take his place

I look away, and focus on listening to the cover again, ignoring it.

—

Jin hyung makes a delicious dinner as usual and we all eat together, but I can’t stop thinking about that comment. Of course I know about antis but I can’t believe someone would write something so rude, I mean they don’t even know if we’re going to see it.

When it’s time to go to bed Kook and I head off to our room.

“You’ve been quiet, Minnie. Something on your mind?” Kook asks, hugging me from behind as I brush my teeth.

I finally answer “No, just tired.”

He seems to accept this and heads to bed, I join him soon after.

—

I can’t sleep, do people really think I’m that bad? I have to know.

Releasing myself from Kook’s grip (not an easy feat) I open my phone and find the video, scrolling straight to the comments section. The comment is still there but now it has a reply . . . several in fact.

@anti1357 - wow ARMY-BLINK💜, this cover is so good, especially Jimin’s part you sing some much better, you should take his place

> @hybrid-hater - totally! This song is actually great without that ugly hybrid.

> > @btsucks - yeah and people say he’s the visuals, ugh! 🤮

> > > @Jimin-has-no-jams - ikr freak! 🐈🤡

I look at more comments, these ones from my latest selca titled: Sunny day with Jungkookie.

It’s a full body mirror photo of us with the sunny skyline visible from the balcony behind us. I was so happy when we took this but now the smile on my face feels foreign.

There are comments here too, many good but a lot negative. One from a supposedly army user catches my eye.

@Taekook4life - literally ewww! Beautiful Jeon Jungkook . . . with him, but like Jimin is soo ugly tho. And you can see the fat on him. Jungkook needs to just get with Kim Taehyung instead.

> @Jimin’s-jams - first of all that’s so rude, that’s muscle, from dancing, and I bet he can dance so much better than any of us can! so pls be quiet.

> > @OT6 - if they’re muscles from dancing then why’s he so terrible at dancing then, honestly he’s a joke, I bet Bang Pd just felt bad for him.

> > > @Solo-stan - he must have because Jimin can’t even sing that well, he is literally so whiny.

And there are more on each of our music videos, mainly about how freakish my ears and tail are, how I should hide them, how a hybrid like me belongs on a circus stage not a concert stage.

Jungkookie always says my ears and tail are cute, he wouldn’t lie to make me feel better would he? I look over at Jungkook then stand up to look in our mirror. They’re right, I am fat, how did I not notice before. What else have I missed, I put in my AirPods and click on a BTS Run dance practice episode.

It gets to a part where I start singing my lines, I wince. It does sound awful and whiny, and as I watch the dance I can’t help but notice that everyone else is so much better than me, my ears and tail swish awkwardly. At one point my unwieldy tail smacks Hobi-hyung. He laughs it off but can I see a hint of disgust in his face? Then I watch myself do aegyo to the camera, I don’t look cute at all, I look like a fool then Tae joins in with his signature boxy smile. He looks so cute and yet still supernaturally beautiful at the same time.

Jealousy courses through me, I’m an awful person for being jealous of him but how can I not be when someone as perfect as Kim Taehyung is who Jungkook deserves, not me.

I click over to our channel looking at the comments sections. Each video is only more of the same, dozens and dozens of them. I see some of the same names but mostly they're all different. Do this many people actually hate our music just because of me? How many more fans would the other members have if I wasn’t in the group? A lot. It’s my fault, I’m dragging them down, but I can’t leave the group, I’m far too selfish for that, and I hate it.

As I watch more Run Episodes I notice small things and realise something big: the other members don’t actually like me, Hoseok-Hyung is always correcting me in dance, I’m always picked last or second to last for a team and Jin always serves me last. And Jungkook, well I knew he was too good to be true.

(A/N poor baby is reading all the social cues wrong)

I know what I’ll do . . . I’ll make myself worthy.

My eyes are wet with tears as I open my notes app and start a list.

Lose weight (at least 2 kg so small portions only)

Improve singing & dancing (practise longer)

No aegyo (don’t embarrass Jungkook)

I set an alarm for 5:00 AM. I’ll start early with dance practice tomorrow.

—

My alarm vibrates at 5:00 AM. I’m exhausted from staying up so late last night but I can afford to delay my plan.

I change taking care to hide my cumbersome tail and pressing down my ears, it kind of hurts but it’s bearable. Then I get a taxi cab to the studio. It’s cold and I realise I forgot my coat. Oh well, dancing will warm me up.

—

About 90 minutes later my phone dings, I don’t need distractions but I catch a glimpse of the caller ID Kookie

I pick it up too hopefully. I shouldn’t bae hopeful, he’s probably just mad at me for leaving him. I’m such a horrible boyfriend, I make myself sick.

“Minnie! Where are you? I woke up and you were gone! No note or text or anything! Your coat’s still here, it's freezing out, you'll catch a cold.”

I listen carefully, the concern in his voice doesn’t sound superficial but I can’t be sure.

“I-I was just at the studio.”

“The studio, since when?”

“I got up at 5:00AM, don’t worry about me please. I just wanted to get a headstart on the routine.”

“Minnie, of course I’m going to worry . . . we were all worried.” Jungkook says, “Have you eaten? Please come back for breakfast, I’ll come pick you up myself. I miss you.”

Breakfast sounds wonderful right now but I remember the first item on my list. “It’s okay I’ve already eaten, I packed a snack. You don’t need to bother yourself this early, we'll just be coming right back.”

“Oh.” is all Jungkook says. My brain says he sounds disappointed but why would he be disappointed to not see me. Yet at the same time I feel like a terrible boyfriend for not spending time with him. Dancing more will surely make me feel better. Jungkook will be glad once I start losing some of this extra weight.

“Um well I’ll see you soon.” I say and hang up guiltily.

(A/N: Where HaVe you been?! Car gone, no note! You could’ve DiEd, you could’ve been SeEn!)

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

By the time we arrive at the studio I’m practically bouncing out of my seat with excitement to see Jiminnie. It was a nasty shock not waking up to his warm body next to me with his fuzzy tail curled around me.

I called him as soon as I found my phone and his coat which he left. On the phone he sounded weird, I don't know but definitely off, I hope he isn’t getting sick from being out in this early cold snap without a coat. He said he wanted to practise more but I don’t see why he needs to (especially at 5:00AM) when he’s already progressing fine with the moves.

When I open the door to the studio he's in the middle of the routine, we watch as he finishes it, flawlessly. He shakes his head, clearly dissatisfied and is about to start again when Namjoon-hyung clears his throat.

Minnie jumps about a metre into the air in fright. I run over and hug him, he looks pale and he has dark circles under his eyes. He’s sweaty like he’s been dancing for hours already.

What sparked all this. None of us have time to ask because the dance instructor comes in and instructs us to begin warm ups, even Jimin who is obviously very warmed up puts his all into the stretches.

I notice something though, his eyes don’t look alive like usual, they look desperate. But that’s just my imagination being overprotective. He’s fine, we all get like this sometimes.

-----

If Minnie looked worn out before practice he looks awful now. Well maybe I’m exaggerating because I’m so worried, but I mean has no one else noticed?

I walk over to Tae watching as Jimin talks to Hoseok with an almost sad expression.

“Hey Tae!” He’s on his phone

“Wha- Oh Kook! You look worried, what’s wrong?”

I step back a bit shocked, he read me so easily, maybe he can read Minnie too.

“Well, yes. Have you noticed something off about Jiminie or is it just me?”

He looks at Jimin for a moment then back to me. “He does seem tired but that is probably just from being up so early and dancing so long. I’m sure he’ll perk right up as soon as you cuddle him.”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “I guess I’m just being overprotective.

He shakes his head. “You both did very well today.”

“Thanks.” I say

JIMIN’S P.O.V

After we’re all changed from dancing it’s time for vocal practice.

I sing as well as I can, it’s still not nearly as good as the others (especially Tae) but the satisfaction I get from actually making an effort is amazing, my whole body buzzes with it.

Soon everyone’s getting up, why it’s only been  . . . 2 hours. Two hours, already! I guess time flies when you’re working hard. My stomach grumbles. I look around embarrassed but nobody seems to have heard, no one is paying attention to me. I guess that’s what happens when I just put my head down and work like I’m supposed to.

I am about to get up when I remember my pact with myself. I skipped breakfast but dinner would be impossible to skip completely without the other noticing or offending Jin-hyung so I must skip lunch. I sit back down.

Jungkook lingers by the door.

“I’ll be there in a second. I just want to get this one part.” I lie.

“Come on Jungkook-ah! They're serving udon in the cafeteria today, if we go we can get in line first.” Taehyung says

Jungkook nods excitedly and hurries out the door behind him. “Bye Jiminnie!” Not sparing a glance behind him.

My face feels hot and tears well up in my eyes. I fight them down. Why should I be crying, this is what’s supposed to happen right? Jungkook deserves someone like Tae.

I push the feelings down, I’m wasting my time here doing nothing, being useless. I hit the play button for the track and get to practising. After what seems like no time at all the track stops. What? I have it on a loop.

“Park Jimin!” It’s Jin-hyung, with Namjoon-hyung right behind him. “What are you doing?”

His intensity scares me, I fight down tears again wondering why I have too, I’m not usually this weak. “I was practising hyung.” I tell him.

“Practising! Through lunch break!” Oh no I can tell he’s about to start rapping . . .

“But you need to eat, you’ve been dancing since 5:00 AM and you probably didn’t even have a proper breakfast. How disrespectful to yourself and to me not to have the food I make every morning. You won’t be healthy if you don’t eat, you'll die! Do you want to die?”

I look down “No, hyung I just was-”

The technician comes in. “Alright, I hope you had a yummy lunch, it’s time to do the test recording. We can try the beats Namjoon-ssi was talking about earlier.

Earlier, I wonder? I was so focused on my part I didn’t hear that.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V.

“Lunch time, yess!” Hoseok-hyung says.

I smile. It has been a long morning, from worrying about Minnie to a satisfying recording session. We all get out of our seats to head for lunch, almost all of us.

I wait by the door for Jimin, he’s still looking over his part. I wait for him to get up and I start to call his name when he notices me.

“I’ll be there in a second. I just want to get this one part.” He smiles, does it not look as bright as usual?

I want to believe him, I really do but . . .

Tae taps my shoulder, “Come on Jungkook-ah! They're serving udon in the cafeteria today, if we go we can get in line first.”

I turn, if he needs to be alone then I’ll let him. He said he won’t be long and I am excited for udon, I’ll get Jiminnie his favourite so we can share. “Bye Jiminnie!”

It’s been 15 minutes and he still hasn’t come down. I cover the food so it won’t get cold, I don’t feel like eating much anyway. Lunch is lonely without Minnie, anything is lonely without Minnie.

After 20 minutes nobody else is eating either, they’re looking at me, expectantly.

Oh. “He said he’d be down soon.”

“Hmm” says Namjoon, “Should we . . .?”

“Yeah.” agrees Jin-hyung, replying to the almost silent communication.

We pack up our leftover food and get up then all at once like a six-way-telepathy, we start running. We pass TXT, who bow. We bow back as we run.

Whe Jin opens the door, music spills out. The track. Jimin is singing his part. Flawlessly, but not beautifully. Normally when I listen to him I feel my knees going weak, and I think that maybe I can sink into the music. Now it feels empty. I feel like the sound is hollowing me out inside. I watch Jimin’s face as he sings, his expression is empty too, like his music, void of personality. He looks . . . vacant. He looks awful. I feel like I’m going to cry, seeing him like this. What happened to him? Was I too harsh this morning? He doesn’t deserve to look like this, no one does.

I watch Jin walk over to the and practically slam the pause button. He looks as upset as I feel.

“Park Jimin! What are you doing?” Jimin looks up, he looks shocked and confused, he blinks and looks around Jin-hyung to Namjoon-hyung.

“I was practising hyung.” He says, his voice sounds dry. How many times has he practised his part?

“Practising! Through lunch break!” Jin-hyung looks furious. I want to tell him to be easy on Minnie, but I’m angry too. He left me all alone for lunch. He said he’d only be a second, he lied to me, and he didn’t eat.

“But you need to eat, you’ve been dancing since 5:00 AM and you probably didn’t even have a proper breakfast. How disrespectful to yourself and to me not to have the food I make every morning. You won’t be healthy if you don’t eat, you'll die! Do you want to die?”

He looks down, I wish he’d look up so he could see the concern on my face. I hope my face is conveying the depth of it.  “No, hyung I just was-”

Someone opens the door, the technician. Already? I check the time, he’s right on time, we are early.  “Alright, I hope you had a yummy lunch, it’s time to do the test recording. We can try the beats Namjoon-ssi was talking about earlier.

Jimin looks confused again.

—

When we get home Jimin goes straight to bed.

I look at Jin-hyung.

“It’s okay.” he says, “He’s tired, he can have a big breakfast tomorrow, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Thanks hyungie!”

“Of course.”

JIMIN’S P.O.V.

I open my eyes, everything feels foggy and dull. The bed is cold, Jungkook isn’t here. Feelings rise up inside me and I stifle them. Why should he be here? I hardly talked to him at all yesterday. He doesn’t deserve me and I’m not doing anything to make it any easier for him.

I look at the clock, its bright red numbers glare daggers at me. 8:00! That means only an hour and a half until scheduled. I missed my morning workout! I’m so useless I can’t even keep to a simple regimen. I sigh, I can’t go now, I just have to find extra time.

I walk into the kitchen, where something smells really good. Pancakes, eggs- I feel hunger pangs, then disgust washes over me. How can I be so greedy? I resist the hunger pangs (dancing will distract me) and debate who to sit next to. All the hyungs might notice me not eating and get worried but I shouldn’t sit next to Jungkook or should I, should I try not to be so cold. Maybe then he would love me again- what a selfish thought. That leaves . . .

They see me. “Jiminnnnnie!!!” Jungkook flings himself at me. I want to tell him that he doesn’t have to pretend in front of the other members, that they would understand but he’s crushing me too tight. “You’re up! I missed you, Jin hyung made food just for you since you didn’t get lunch or breakfast yesterday!” he turns serious, “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” I realise how stiff I sound, like Yooungi in the morning and then I realise even he looks more awake than me. “I’m still groggy.” I sit down next to Taehyung and take a glass of orange juice. I can’t make myself take food I don’t deserve.

A plate is placed in front of me anyway. “Thank you hyung.” They’re trying not to be obvious but I can easily tell that they’re watching me. Slowly I force myself to eat, fighting disgust at how much I enjoy it.

Dance practice goes the same, I work as hard as I can and manage to slip away from lunch early to practise more. By the end of the day I’m exhausted. The buzzing happiness of effort has turned into a persistent ache.

Hobi bounds up to me as we’re packing up.

“Hey, since we’re already here, why don’t we just film the dance practice video now!” He says.

The others agree. I have a theory I want to test.

“Umm, hyung I’d love to but I’m really sore. Can I just lay down in one of your studios?”

“Aww, sure. Here’s the key.” Namjoon says cooing and handing me the key. His smile fades in his eyes, I can see that he’s concerned. I brush it off and turn away.

I don’t intend on going to Namjoon’s studio. I head to the gym. I’ve been dancing all day but I still feel heavy, I need to burn the extra calories from breakfast.

After working out I race back to Namjoon’s studio (it’s the first place they’ll look for me) and curl up. It feels good and I tell myself not to get used to it. I need to push myself and make myself uncomfortable if I’m going to get better at dancing and singing.

I still have a few minutes so I tune into the live stream and scroll straight to the comments section.

My experiment was to see how many likes and positive comments the other members got without me there ruining everything.

We already have millions of likes and as I keep scrolling there are only a few negative comments. Such mean things, how could anyone say that, it’s all so stupid. I want to delete everyone so none of the members think that people don’t enjoy all of their hard work.

@Taekook4life - Awww! Taekook are looking so cute together, my dreams are coming true.

> @OT6 - Yasss QUEENS! They are slaying that choreo

> > @Solo-stan - yep, it was meant to be.

Still I can’t help the despair that crashes down on me (so selfish) people clearly like the group much better without me there. There aren’t any comments asking where I am. I look around Namjoon hyung’s studio. All the awards and records and trophies, none of it’s for me, there would be more if I wasn’t around. I should leave and yet I can’t bring myself to (again selfish).

I will work hard and maybe then I can justify continuing to drag down such a talented group. I am such a horrible person.

I vaguely hear the members open the studio door, then a warm body slam down beside me, he pulls me closer. Jungkook.

“Minnnieee!” He coos, “Are you feeling better?” His voice is soft and beautiful and his touch feels warm, cosy and safe. I wish it didn’t it would make it easier to let him go. This is the closest we’ve been in two days. Why is he doing this? Could he still possible want to be friends with me? I try to move away but his grip is iron. Then he loosens it and I move over. When I look back at him he looks confused, a bit taken aback and sad. I feel so guilty that I move just a bit closer pretending to stretch out so he won’t get suspicious.

“Yeah” I say, attempting not to sound so stiff again.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

The dance practice video goes smoothly but I miss Minnie, dancing is boring without him. At the very start of the video Namjoon told all the viewers that Jimin wasn’t feeling well so nobody was worried why he wasn’t there. I was worried. He’s seemed so tired the past few days.

We all go to Namjoon’s studio, and I go in first. Minie is laying on the couch curled up almost asleep but not quite. He’s so cute I begin to pull out my phone for a picture but he looks up groggily.

“Minnnieee!” I say pulling him close to me until he’s in my lap. “Are you feeling better?”

Jimin shifts in my arms, I hold him for a moment then decide if he wants to move I should let him. He scoots to the other end of the small couch. It’s not that big a distance but I’m a bit confused, he always loves sitting in my lap. I want my Mochi back.

He looks at me with an expression that I’ve never seen on him before. It’s confused but almost . . . hopeful? He moves back to me stretching his arms and legs out and rolling his neck. Ah, that’s why. I welcome him back into my arms.

He breaks the silence with a small “Yeah '' It takes a moment for me to realise he's answering my question from before.

Since practice is done for the day we leave the building to go get dinner somewhere. Minnie stays on my lap almost the entire time and he seems happier than he has in two days. I think we should watch a movie when we get back home.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

All through dinner I sit on Jungkook’s lap, greedily soaking up his attention. It’s hard but I manage to escape the hyungs’ notice by eating a few slices of bell pepper. I hate that I’m so happy when I’m with Jungkook. It’s not fair to him, he only wants to be friends after all. And I shouldn’t be this happy right now, I don’t have time. I need to focus on work.

~ T ~ I ~ M ~ E ~ ~ ~ S ~ K ~ I ~ P ~

Today is a meeting day. We’ll listen to the recording, decide if we’re happy with it, then plan the music video.

—

In the meeting room Namjoon plays the song for us. I feel dizzy and try not to swoon when it gets to Kook’s part. Then it gets to mine . . . It's okay but compared to the others it sounds amateurish. I worked so hard only for it to still sound like this, I want to cry. Everything is spinning so I put my head down on the table hoping to sink right into the wood surface.

I hear voices around me but they sound muffled like I’m underwater and everyone else is on the surface. They’re laughing. I would be too if I heard something that awful.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

Namjoon presses play and I can immediately tell how good it’s going to be. When we get to Jimin’s part it’s so amazing I want to start making out with him right now. I’m so absorbed that I fall out of my chair. Everyone laughs and Tae helps me up.

“Are you just becoming Jimin now?” Namjoon asks

“Yeah, Jimin is that you?” Jin jokes

“JIMIIIINN-SSSIII!!!” Hobi shouts.

I turn to look at Jimin, his head is on the table. Everyone stops laughing.

“Minnie! What’s wrong?” I ask

“Do you feel sick?” Namjoon asks

He doesn’t look up, “Just tired. I’ll be fine”

I nod and start petting his hair.

“You’ve been tired a lot lately Minnie, are you sure you’ve been getting enough sleep? You always go to the studio so early.” Jin worries.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He says that but he doesn’t look fine at all. He looks like he’s about to cry. I’m worried.

“Heavy schedules are hard on anyone. This will get better soon. Then we can do something fun together.” Hobi says brightening the mood as always. I’m still worried. I’ve never seen Jimin like this and honestly, it scares me. But then again haven’t we all gotten a bit intense at some point. I mentally battle with myself the entire rest of the day, making sure to be extra affectionate to Minnie.

He goes back to normal as if nothing happened but I keep a close eye on him.

After the song finishes he looks thoughtfully at Namjoon. “It is great but does it really need my part though?”

“Oh. Did you want to do another part? You should have told us sooner. We could-“

“No,” I can tell that he’s choosing his words carefully, “what I mean is. Does the song really need my voice?”

“What!?” Namjoon looks very confused and I’m sure I do too.

“You’re part of this group Jimin-ah, besides we’ve already finished we can’t take it out now.” Jin says, adding a joke at the end. I swear something on Jimin’s face looks like he didn’t take it that way.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

I try to brush it off like nothing happened but the hyungs, and Jungkook are all watching me now. Great, I’ve caused trouble again. I hate this feeling. I can tell they’re all disappointed with my work but too polite to say something. I wish they would.

Next, the planning for the music video begins. We don’t do it all by ourselves but it’s good to come up with a basic outline. I already did one experiment and there were less hate comments and more likes and views without me so with this in mind  I try again gently, casually suggesting, picking my words every so carefully so that they don’t realise what I’m doing. One by one I manage to either minimise or remove my parts of the music video.

Everything is going okay at least, I’m getting better in shape and somewhat improving my singing. It is a little upsetting that all my effort isn’t paying off as much as I expected because I still have a long way to but when I’m ready I start being in the music videos again. When I’m worthy of the fans.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

I’m still shocked at Jimin wanting to take his part out of the song. Is he thinking about leaving the group? He would have told me . . . Right?

——

~ T ~ I ~ M ~ E ~ ~ ~ S ~ K ~ I ~ P ~

It’s been two weeks since Jimin first went to the studio early and he’s been doing it everyday since. He’s been working so hard. He’s amazing but I hardly ever get to spend time with him anymore. We are of course with each other all the time but we’re not really focusing on eachother (for me it’s hard not to focus on him) he’s been so focused on work these days and we haven’t gone on a date in so long.

Most of the time he doesn’t eat meals with us and he comes home later so tired that he ends up falling asleep on the couch. I understand working hard but this, this is too much. I miss him. I miss my mochi. (Yeah that’s right ARMY, he’s mine! Are you jealous?)

I wake up as usual, stupidly hopeful that he’ll be there, actually resting, with me. And as usual it’s only me. I head aimlessly toward the kitchen where Jin and Hobi-hyung cook breakfast. (Namjoon-hyung was banned from the kitchen years ago)

We eat together, the hyungs chat and Tae smiles sympathetically at me. I sigh trusfratedly I want to do something for Minnie. Then I get the idea.

“Hey it’s Minnie’s birthday in two days, why don’t we throw him a surprise party?”

“Yeah”

“That’s a great idea.”

“We should have enough time to get a cake made.”

The hyungs are all in agreement and the plan is set. We won’t breathe a word of this to Jimin, he’ll be so surprised.

JIMIN’S P.OV.

Two days later: 13th October (Jimin’s Birthday)

I wake up earlier than everybody else as usual. The dorm is quiet and calm and dark and lonely. I ended up sleeping on the couch again and my tail is sore and stiff. Not only from sleeping in an awkward position but from keeping it hidden it’s a necessity but still I selfishly wish i didn’t have to. Especially today, my birthday. None of the members have mentioned anything about it.

I guess they forgot. I try to be happy that I’m not distracting them or being a nuisance anymore but I can’t. I’ve barely spent any time with Jungkook since I’ve started my new regimen. He stays up late, but I stay up later and when I get back to the dorms I’m always so tired that I fall asleep in my clothes. I shower at the company gym so I don’t wake the members.

Silently I grab some clothes from my closet and then I head out. I can’t help myself from crying. I still love Jungkook so much and I know that it’s awful but I wish he’d love me even though I’m still so ugly. But I’ve gotten so much better haven’t I? So why doesn’t he love me? Then I remember that perfect, beautiful, glorious Kim Taehyung exists. I sob again.

I don’t know why I ever thought it would be a good idea to walk today. I guess I thought it would be good to clear my head today. Now I feel awful, my body feels heavy and I have the beginnings of a headache. Then I remember that this is what it’s supposed to feel like, this must be however one else feels in order to look so perfect, right? I just had to start working a bit harder.

—-

~ T ~ I ~ M ~ E ~ ~ ~ S ~ K ~ I ~ P ~

It’s been 10 minutes since dance practice was supposed to start and not one of the members has shown up yet. The ache has settled deep into my bones. They’re probably just stuck in traffic or something. I force myself to keep dancing. Just as I’m going to break down and call Jin-hyung, choreographer-nim comes in.

“Jimin-ssi I came to tell you that your schedules have been cancelled. You can go back home and rest. You should.” He says looking slightly awkward then he leaves.

I just stand there for a moment in shock. They cancelled my schedule, the company must not want me here anymore. I mean I guess I always knew that I wasn’t good enough and all my effort is too little too late but so suddenly. I feel myself sinking to the floor. Then I get up, I can’t be sitting here uselessly.

I get to work. I do the routine over and over until I find my mind drifting off to other places while my body moves. My mind drifts off to the dorm, where I want to be lying in bed . . . With Jungkook. I want him to massage my back and kiss me and tell me he loves me. I force the happy memories down.

I’m so tired and sore that I can hardly stand. I hear the click of the door opening.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

I wake up and press the feeling of loneliness down. I’ll see Jimin soon.

We woke up early but I guess Jimin was earlier because he’s nowhere to be seen. It works out for us but still sends a stab of longing through me. After we eat breakfast we do the decorating and Namjoon and Jin-hyung go to pick up the cake while Hobi picks everyone’s outfits and cleans the kitchen and living room again. Yoongi, who for his part did a lot of the ecorating, sits at the table sipping his morning coffee. He’ll be fully awake in about half an hour.

When Jin and Namjoon come back with the cake they don’t let me see it. They were in charge of the design so it’ll actually be a surprise for me as well.

We should be leaving for the company by now but we got manager-nim to cancel our schedules for the day. I text Jimin and tell him to come home. He doesn’t reply so I text again. I even try calling him. I get worried then remember he probably just has his phone silenced so I call the choreographer because he’s probably still at the company today and tell him to go and tell Jimin that schedules will have been cancelled. I explain the surprise to him and he enthusiastically agrees.

15 minutes later I am still waiting. The choreographer should have told him by now, my Jimin should be home. I text the choreography and he says that he told him. I am very worried now.

“We have to find him, what if something happened?!” I shout

“What! Who?”

“Jimin.”

“Is he not at the studio?”

“I don’t know but he should be here by now.”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

We run downstairs and run to Tae’s car, somehow Namjoon-hyung ends up in the driver's seat and has to switch with Jin-hyung. We race off towards the company.

When we get inside we immediately split up, Namjoon takes the gym, Jin takes the cafeteria, Hobi and Yoongi take the bathrooms and recording rooms respectively.  

I take the dance studios. I go to the room we normally use first.

I hear footsteps and throw the door open.

Jimin is dancing, he does our latest routines flawlessly, but robotically and his eyes look far away. I can only see the back of him so I watch his reflection in the mirror. He looks empty, pale with dark circles under his puffy eyes. He’s crying. I run over to him.

I wrap my arms around him, encircling him in a big hug.

“It’s okay, don’t cry, I’m here.” I whisper

He sinks into my arms as if he can’t support his own weight anymore. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?” He asks.

“Didn’t the choreographer tell you? Our schedules were cancelled today.” I ask

“Yes, but I thought It was just mine.” He explains, freeing himself of my grip.

“Why would it be just yours?” I’m really confused. He doesn’t answer.

I persist, “If you knew why you didn't come home, why did you stay here.”

“I just wanted to practise some more.”

“But Minnnnie!” My voice cracks, “you’ve been practising so much, I never get to spend time with you anymore. I miss you!” I’m crying now.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

Jungkook is crying, now I’ve really done it, I’ve made him cry. I can’t do anything right. I want to ask him if he knows about the company cutting me but my worries feel silly with him in my arms.

He’s crying and I have to comfort him. It's the least I can do. I know this is necessary but I’ve been a terrible friend.

I pet his hair and rub his back until he calms down. His grip on me is tight and I can tell he won’t be letting me go anytime soon.

“Come one Kook, let's go home.” I say, I can feel less guilty cutting my practice short because it’s for a friend.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

Now I feel even worse, Jimin is clearly tired but now he has to comfort me. I make sure to keep a tight grip on Jimin so he doesn’t fall over like he looks like he could with only a single gust of wind.

I text the hyungs quickly and they drive back to the dorm. I managed to stall by telling Jimin to take a shower.

I go through his bag and realise he doesn’t have any clean clothes to change into, apparently he realises this too because I hear the bathroom door opening. He comes out shirtless, only a towel wrapped around his waist, normally I enjoy ogling at his chest but now I just stare. He’s somehow lost enough weight, you can see it. I think back to the last half month, I haven't seen him eat anything, but he must have at some point or he’d be dead by now. I let this keep me from completely spiralling out of control. Stress causes people to lose weight right? He must have been very stressed out these last few weeks but what could possibly have stressed him out to this point?

“Park Jimin!” I can only gasp but then I stop seeing how shy he looks. I remember that he’s been under so much stress that yelling won’t be of any help at all.

“Jungkook, I uh, I don’t have any fresh clothes. Can I borrow your sweatshirt, I can just wear the same pants from before?”

I’m still in shock. “Sure.” We can talk about this later. I hold Jimin close to me supporting his frail looking body with my own. He looks ready to fall asleep, or pass out, or both. I know I should probably take him to the hospital but for right now we both need a relaxed environment. I’m sure his surprise will cheer him up and we can get some food for him even if it’s only cake or sweets.

We get back to the dorm and I knock loudly on the door. I hear footsteps. I open the door and we walk into the decorated living room. Jimin doesn’t notice at first then he does. He looks around, a bit in awe.

“You did all of this . . . for me?”

I smile.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

Jungkook smiles the biggest cutest bunny smile I’ve ever seen.

“Happy Birthday hyung!” He says still smiling.

I want to kiss him, I want to kiss him so, so bad, but I resist.

Then I hear more footsteps. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMIN-SSI!!!” The hyungs and Tae appear out from behind the wall carrying a handmade banner reading “!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY WE LOVE YOU MOCHI!!!” In big colourful letters.

They all hug me. I haven't had much physical contact with any of the hyungs or Jungkook in ages, the warmth surrounds me and takes away the aching feeling.

“Annnd, guess what? We have cake!” Hobi, Tae and Kook shout.

I smile, trying to match their level of excitement but the cake could be a problem. It’s probably full of sugar and calories in the frosting alone. I can’t eat it and ruin all my hard work.

“Alright,” Jin-hyung commands, “Hobi, Yoongi you two cut and serve cake. I’ll set up the V-Live.”

V-Live, what’s the point it’s not like anyone will watch it? Then I get an idea that I can hide my face with a mask. If any of the members ask I’ll just say that I’m not feeling well, it will also give me an excuse not to eat cake.

I grab a mask from the bathroom cabinet and put it on.

Hobi-hyung sees me first. “Are you feeling alright Min?”

“Yeah, I just think I’m coming down with a small cold is all.”

“Okay, do you want some tea or anything? Hyung will make you some.”

“Oh, no it’s okay. I really don’t feel that bad.”

“That’s good but tell us if you start feeling worse.”

“Of course.” I sigh, I almost made hyung go out of the way for me again.

Jungkook is immediately concerned when he sees my mask. I assure him it’s just a tiny cold. He seems to believe me.

We greet ARMY and show the cake. People ask why I have the mask on and Jungkook answers for me.

“Minnie’s caught a little cold, he’ll be fine.”

Lots of comments of "feel better, get well soon” and “stay healthy" appear in the comments section. I actually smile. Then I see another hate comment and the smile disappears.

Jin holds the cake while we sing and I blow the candles out. We all sit down on the sofa. Hoseok snuggles next to Yoongi, Namjoon sits on the floor in front of Jin, while Jin massages his head, Tae sits next to Jungkook and I sit in Jungkook’s lap.

Cake plates are passed around until everyone but me has one. Tae begins to pass me a piece of the cake.

“Um, I’m not very hungry right now, maybe I’ll have some later.” I say trying my very best to smile. Then I remember I have the mask on.

“Do you want something else, hyung can make you some other food. It might help you feel better.” Namjoon asks. I can tell he’s concerned.

“No it’s alright I just don’t have much of an appetite today.”

Jungkook gives me a look, I know he noticed that I lost weight. I didn’t mean for him to notice in case him or any of the other members got unnecessarily worried. I purposefully wore clothes that hid it but when he saw me without a shirt it was obvious.

“Min, you should eat something. It really would help your cold.”

I nod, “I’ll eat later.”

—

A few minutes into the V-Live I almost kiss Jungkook. I’m grateful for the mask which reminds me not to. Then it happens again. I scoot farther away. The members are talking but I can’t hear anything over how chilled I suddenly feel.

Now that I’m not right up against Jungkook, I notice how cold the room is. I shiver and tuck my hands into the pockets of Jungkook’s hoodie, thankfully he let me wear it. I feel a tickle in my nose and stifle five thick wet sneezes into the crook of my elbow. The mask does most of the work but it’s all snotty now so I should probably get a new one.

I feel miserable. I almost ask Jungkook for a hug. I have to get out of here before I do something that embarrasses him. Besides, I don’t have the energy to pretend to smile anymore.

“Sorry everyone, I’m tired, I’m going to lie down for a bit, okay.”

“Alright, at least come say bye before we end the Live.” Hoseok says

“You don’t have to end the Live, just continue on without me.” I say, heading towards the room. I feel dizzy, black spots dance across my vision and then consume everything.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

We’re all talking about our favourite moments with Jimin that we’ve had this year when I heard someone sneeze. It’s so quiet I can barely hear it over the conversation but then I see Jimin his elbow pressed to his face despite the mask. Though the sneezes soft I hear the mucus.

“Sorry everyone , I’m tired, I’m going to lie down for a bit, okay.” Jimin says suddenly. He looks almost as pale as Yoongi. I can hear the congestion seeping into his voice.

“Alright, at least come say bye before we end the Live.” Hoseok, like the rest of us, looks confused. He can’t just leave his own Birthday V-Live.

“You don’t have to end the Live, just continue on without me.” Jimin says, he shrugs and turns toward our room. He only makes it a few steps before he falls with a hollow thump, to the floor.

My legs are moving before my brain can process what has happened.

“Jimin," I shout shaking him, he doesn't move.

“It’s okay, he’s just fainted.” Namjoon informs us.

“He’s burning up! Someone get the thermometer, quick!” Hoseok yells.

“What could’ve caused this, he said he only had a small cold.” Jin-hyung asks.

“Well he hasn’t bee-” I start but tae cuts me off

“We should probably end the V-Live now.”

“Oh yeah.” Joon runs over to the camera. “Salanghae ARMY!” and cuts off the broadcast.

We take Jimin back to our room and set him on the bed.

“I think he just over exhausted himself.” Yoongi speculates

“Yeah, he’s been working very hard lately.” Namjoon nods.

Jin still has the V-Live app open and something catches my eye.

@Taekook4life - Oh-em-gee!!!, Taekook were so cute, shame they had to cut the live off because of that stupid whiny cat boy

> @OT6 - Yeah, did you hear Namjoon say that he fainted, how pathetic

> > @Jimin-has-no-jams - I can't believe they even let someone so weak be part of the group

> > > @hybrid-hater - seriously and like I said, freaks belong in a circus.

The comments make my blood boil. How could people still ship Tae and I when Jimin and I are in a public relationship. These people are saying such mean things I want to punch something.

“Hyungs, look” I point the comments out to them. They shrink back, aghast.

“Is this like a common thing?” asks Tae

“I don’t know, let’s check other places.” Namjoon suggests.

We check all of our most recent content and find tons more comments, some screen-names keep coming up but there are just so many.

The cover we listened to comes up in our suggested results and when I accidentally click on it instead of the video below it I see it. At first it sounds like the user is completing the singer but then it takes a turn.

@anti1357 - wow ARMY-BLINK💜, this cover is so good, especially Jimin’s part you sing some much better, you should take his place

> @hybrid-hater - totally! This song is actually great without that ugly hybrid.

> > @btsucks - yeah and people say he’s the visuals, ugh! 🤮

> > > @Jimin-has-no-jams - ikr freak! 🐈🤡

I’m full of rage but I can’t stop looking, the next thing is a selca I took with Minnie about two weeks ago.

@Taekook4life - literally ewww! Beautiful Jeon Jungkook . . . with him, but like Jimin is soo ugly tho. And you can see the fat on him. Jungkook needs to just get with Kim Taehyung instead.

> @Jimin’s-jams - first of all that’s so rude, that’s muscle, from dancing, and I bet he can dance so much better than any of us can! so pls be quiet.

> > @OT6 - if they’re muscles from dancing then why’s he so terrible at dancing then, honestly he’s a joke, I bet Bang Pd just felt bad for him.

> > > @Solo-stan - he must have because Jimin can’t even sing that well, he is literally so whiny.

We’re all horrified. Jimin must’ve seen these comments and started believing them. It all makes sense now. Why Jimin has been hiding his ears and tail and even himself. Why he didn’t want to be in the dance practice video, why he tried to take himself out of the music video and even the song.

I can feel the tears dripping down my cheeks and not only mine but the other members are crying as well, we seem to have reached the realisation at the same time.

“Gahh, we’re such bad friends, how come we didn’t see it?” Hobi wails.

“No, it’s my fault,” I say, “I’m his boyfriend, I should've seen it.”

“It’s in the past now. All we can do is to make sure that our Mochi gets better.” Namjoon says, patting the sleeping Jimin’s hair.

We all nod.

“We’ll make Jimin some soup and tea and leave you two alone.” Jin-hyung says

“Thank you.” I say quietly.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

I open my eyes and everything is blurry. Slowly my vision clears and I see a familiar face standing over me. Jungkook. A feeling of calmness washes over me, as long as he’s here I’m safe.

Then before I even realise what he’s doing he plants a kiss on my forehead. His lips are soft and warm against my skin. I try to sit up but can’t. Panic sets in, if I can’t even sit up how am I supposed to dance.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here.” He motions for me to breathe with him. I do and it makes me feel better almost immediately. I try to sit up again and this time he helps me.

“Take it easy. You’re not well, Min.” He croons, helping me sit up. I am acutely aware of his hand on my back.

“Not well?” I question not only my condition but his delicate phrasing.

“You fainted, do you remember that?”

“I just remember really wanting to just sleep, then everything went black and now I’m here.”

“That’s good, I don’t think you hit your head.” He says, sounding a bit more like himself now.

I’m so tired and his voice is so soft that I can’t help bursting into tears. Before I can stop it it all comes flooding out.

“Kookie, I don’t feel good.” I hate the whine in my voice but I can’t stop it

“I know, baby, I know. Can you tell me what hurts.” He hugs me, his grip is gentle but I can still feel his warmth.

I think for a moment “Everything.” Then I feel a tickle in my nose and sneeze thickly right into his neck. My face heats up.

“I’mb ‘orry.” I sniffle pathetically. The last thing I need to do is get Jungkook sick. “I’mb a bess.”

“No, no you’re not. It’s okay, you are not a mess, you have a cold. It happens to everyone.”

“You should go, I don’t want to get you sick. I’ve caused enough trouble already.”

He looks sadly at me, “Is that how you really feel, Minnie.”

I can’t help but nod.

“You have never caused me any trouble.” He says taking a tissue from the bedside table and wiping my nose. I blush again.

“But” I sob, “I’ve been a terrible friend.”

“No. You have been dealing with a lot, the only person you've been terrible to is yourself.” He cups my face in his hands and kisses me.

I try to push him off, what is he doing?

“So what if I get sick?” He shrugs and kisses me again. “You’re my boyfriend, I love you.” He mumbles the words softly as we kiss. He must see the look of hesitation on my face because he sighs, “Minnie, I sleep right next to you. I’m going to catch this cold anyway.” He starts kissing me again and I can’t help but reciprocate the actions, an automatic reflex.

When he stops I look straight into his big doe eyes, they’re sad. I bet he wishes he didn’t love someone like me and even though I know I shouldn't be, I’m so disgustingly happy that he does. Something he said surprises me belatedly.

“You're still my boyfriend?”

He looks a bit shocked. “Yes, I mean if you still want me to be.”

“Of course.” I answer back too quickly. Again, it’s a reflex, a reflex to love, maybe, maybe, just maybe . . . . . I’m not such a very bad terrible person after all. I try to squash down this hope but it won’t go. There is still one thing though, in his arms it feels so stupid but I have to know.

“But what about Taehyung?”

His face morphs into an expression of extreme confusion, “Taehyung? . . . . .” then it changes to one of horror. “You didn’t think . . . You didn’t think that- that I-” His voice breaks into almost nothing. “No, I love you and ONLY you Jimin. Taehyung is like a brother to me, nothing more. YOU are my love, the love of my life. You are my life. You and only you. Do you understand what I just said?”

“Yes.” I say quietly. He smiles and hugs me tighter. I crush the disappointment in my chest. I selfishly want him to kiss me again. He still looks sad.

He pulls away so I can fully see his face. “Did-didn’t” he pauses, looking like he’s trying not to cry, “Didn’t you miss this bed?”

I don’t understand immediately, then I remember I’ve been sleeping on the couch for the last two weeks. The difference is vast once I actually pay attention. The bed is soft and warm and cosy with a fluffy blanket and pillow that both smell like Jungkook. I much prefer it over the couch.

“I did.” I admit. I hope he doesn’t think I’m selfish.

“Well then come back. Sleep with me tonight, we can just sleep right now if you want.”

I’m so tired but I’m afraid that if I go to sleep now that when I wake up I’ll realise that this was all a dream and Jungkook doesn’t actually love me. I wanna stay in this dream. I need a way I can dream on. I shake my head.

“Alright, we can do whatever you want.”

I shiver, still feeling cold despite the comforter.

“How about a nice warm bath?”

I nod. Jungkook helps me out of bed and to the bathroom where he starts getting the bath ready. He takes off his shirt, and then his pants leaving only his bare chest and boxers. He’s beautiful. I could never look like that.

“Like what you see?” He teases, I blush right up to my forehead.

“I could never deserve you.” I sigh the words to myself, the look on his face says he heard.

He shakes his head and comes up to me, forcing me to face my reflection in the mirror. He takes off my shirt.

“You, Park Jimin, are a masterpiece.” He whispers into my ear.

I can’t stop myself from smiling. He continues, trailing his hands over my chest, his fingers leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. “You can sing and dance beautifully and you’re incredibly cute.” He continues listing good things about me but I just focus on the sound of his voice. The voice of a man who loves me, he’s beautiful and he’s mine.

He ends his speech with a kiss on my lips. “Now come one, you’ve got goosebumps, let's get you warm.” I lean into his touch as he strips me down completely and helps me into the bath.

I sit back and let Jungkook work, pausing occasionally to kiss me, on the neck, on the shoulder, on the arm until he’s kissed almost every surface of my body.

“I saw the comments.” He says as he begins massaging shampoo into my hair.

I don’t know what to say to that but I feel the tears roll down my cheeks.

“Those people are stupid, cowardly trolls hiding behind screen names because they can’t bear to say those things to your amazingly good looking face.”

“I know.” I sob, suddenly feeling very stupid. “How could I let those people control my life like that?”

“It’s not your fault, Minne, anyone would crumble under all that pressure. You’re so strong and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this just because of some stupid shit people said on the internet. You’re beautiful just the way you are. And as for me I much prefer you healthy than stick thin. You need to stay healthy so you can do what you love. You’re never home, I’ve missed you.” He kisses my shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too.” I turn around to face him, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper. His lips are soft and warm against mine, everything I’ve missed, everything I need to feel good about myself. A warm sensation fills my body, taking the cold and the aching away. I feel a tickle in my nose try to turn away but I sneeze on Jungkook anyway.

“Ah, I’m going to give you my cold.” I half sigh, half laugh and try to pull away.

“I don’t care.” Jungkook whispers kissing me again

“I do.”

“Don’t.” He argues and for the moment, I really don’t care, until I feel goose bumps forming along my arms again.

“Kook the water’s getting cold.”

He pulls away and turns the tap to add more hot water to the bath. He resumes washing my hair, it feels good, not as good as kissing but still good all the same. He tips my head back to rinse the shampoo out. I smile at him.

“I’ve missed this,” he says, “I’ve missed us. Next time something is bothering you please just come to me or one of the hyungs but please don’t sit on it and let yourself treat yourself badly.”

“Of course.”

“You promise.”

“Yes.”

We get out of the bath and dry ourselves off, Jungkook wears only a shirt and joggers himself but gives me one of his hoodies to wear and some of my fluffy pyjama bottoms. I love Kook’s hoodies, the scent and the softness relaxes me. It reminds me of how tired I am. The bed with all its soft pillows and blankets looks more tempting than ever, I lay down.

“Do you want to sleep now?”

Once again I hesitate, I’m sure now, that this isn’t all a dream, but I don’t really want to be alone either.

“I’ll be here, right here. With you.” He says it as if he’s read my mind.

“You're sure?”

“Absolutely.” He says climbing under the covers next to me. I feel his warmth against mine. I fall asleep listening to his whispers of “I love you.”

(A/N: I'll probably do a Jungkook P.O.V. chapter and then a final one from both of their perspectives maybe. Sorry if the formatting is strange.)

[snnydcys]

allison jade "sonny" munroe

age  21-38+  ,  gender  cis  female  ,  pronouns  she/her  ,  location  los  angeles  ,  occupation  actress  and  singer  songwriter  ,  faceclaim  demi  lovato

sonny  munroe  was  just  a  girl  from  wisconsin  wanting  to  live  her  dream  on  her  favorite  hit  tv  show,  so  random.  she  sent  in  a  funny  video  in  hopes  to  get  in  and  with  luck  on  her  side,  she  did.  flying  out  with  her  mom  to  los  angeles,  she  found  herself  now  starring  on  the  show  with  her  new  costars  tawni  hart,  nico  harris,  grady  mitchell,  and  zora  lancaster.

it  started  a  bit  rocky,  especially  with  tawni.  but  finding  her  place,  she  continues  to  live  out  her  dreams  and  being  grateful  for  every  second  of  it.  creating  characters  like  one  bad  bee,  check  it  out  girl,  and  her  hit  breaking  character  -  sicky  vicky.

coming  from  appleton  wisconsin,  sonny  is  the  most  down  to  earth  girl  in  hollywood.  her  kindness  radiates  everywhere  she  goes  and  there  is  not  one  selfish  bone  in  her  body.  always  putting  everyone  else  before  her.  at  times  it  is  good,  but  sonny  tends  to  fall  into  becoming  a  push  over.  helping  everyone  but  herself.  spreading  herself  way  too  thin.

her  costars  tend  to  take  advantage  of  her  kindness  as  she  helps  everyone.  in  fact,  they  even  created  a  sonny  scheduling  board.  scheduling  when  she  helps  them  at  what  time.  as  much  as  she  loves  helping  others,  she  tends  to  lose  herself  just  a  bit.

sonny  munroe  remains  as  a  cast  member  of  so  random  in  condor  studios.  but  throughout  working  there  and  fiddling  with  music,  she  found  herself  gaining  a  record  deal  and  is  now  also  a  well  known  recording  artist.  it  was  basically  her  dream.  but  despite  all  that  she  was  gifted,  she  struggled  with  maintaining  her  actual  schedule.  sleep  deprived  and  at  times  passing  out  during  rehearsals  for  so  random.  but  she  keeps  busy,  not  wanting  to  let  anyone  down.

[snnydcysa]

allison jade "sonny" munroe

age  21-38+  ,  gender  cis  female  ,  pronouns  she/her  ,  location  los  angeles  ,  occupation  actress  and  singer  songwriter  ,  faceclaim  demi  lovato

sonny  munroe  was  just  a  girl  from  wisconsin  wanting  to  live  her  dream  on  her  favorite  hit  tv  show,  so  random.  she  sent  in  a  funny  video  in  hopes  to  get  in  and  with  luck  on  her  side,  she  did.  flying  out  with  her  mom  to  los  angeles,  she  found  herself  now  starring  on  the  show  with  her  new  costars  tawni  hart,  nico  harris,  grady  mitchell,  and  zora  lancaster.

it  started  a  bit  rocky,  especially  with  tawni.  but  finding  her  place,  she  continues  to  live  out  her  dreams  and  being  grateful  for  every  second  of  it.  creating  characters  like  one  bad  bee,  check  it  out  girl,  and  her  hit  breaking  character  -  sicky  vicky.

coming  from  appleton  wisconsin,  sonny  is  the  most  down  to  earth  girl  in  hollywood.  her  kindness  radiates  everywhere  she  goes  and  there  is  not  one  selfish  bone  in  her  body.  always  putting  everyone  else  before  her.  at  times  it  is  good,  but  sonny  tends  to  fall  into  becoming  a  push  over.  helping  everyone  but  herself.  spreading  herself  way  too  thin.

her  costars  tend  to  take  advantage  of  her  kindness  as  she  helps  everyone.  in  fact,  they  even  created  a  sonny  scheduling  board.  scheduling  when  she  helps  them  at  what  time.  as  much  as  she  loves  helping  others,  she  tends  to  lose  herself  just  a  bit.

sonny  munroe  remains  as  a  cast  member  of  so  random  in  condor  studios.  but  throughout  working  there  and  fiddling  with  music,  she  found  herself  gaining  a  record  deal  and  is  now  also  a  well  known  recording  artist.  it  was  basically  her  dream.  but  despite  all  that  she  was  gifted,  she  struggled  with  maintaining  her  actual  schedule.  sleep  deprived  and  at  times  passing  out  during  rehearsals  for  so  random.  but  she  keeps  busy,  not  wanting  to  let  anyone  down.